His son had been given no idea where he was being taken that birthday morning. "Just trust me!" was all his dad would say when asked. They arrived at the old disused warehouse and, on being greeted at the entrance by a moustached guy in full leathers, his father led him to a room where there were rows of clothes lockers. To the boy's surprise his father started stripping off his shirt and vest, letting his Wranglers slide down his hairy legs, so that in about three seconds he was standing beside his son stark bollock-naked. The boy had never seen his dad naked before and hardly knew where to look, though out of the corner of his eye he couldn't help noticing that below the smudge of a dark bush his father's cock was semi-engorged. "Hurry up and get undressed" was the instruction, followed by another "Trust me!" He felt as if he was in a dream, but slowly obeyed. His father gently helped him off with his shirt and started to unbuckle his belt, the son now couldn't help noticing that his dad's cock was now at half-mast. Then the older one let his son's camo pants fall and gently pulled down his undies. It had been when his son was wearing those same camo pants, standing talking to him one day with both hands casually thrust deep into his back pockets, that his dad had thought "Fuck me! My kid's nearly a man!" - and then determined to help him over that tricky bridge into adulthood. (He'd assumed, correctly as it turned out, that his son was still awaiting his 'first time').
The father had never seen his son fully naked before either, at least not since he was a new-born baby, and since then not from the front. (His wife had run off with another man, which suited him just fine). A couple of years previously, when he was trying to have an afternoon nap, he'd heard heavy but soft breathing coming from his son's bedroom next to his, coupled with a softer, rhythmic rubbing and swishing motion. Of course he guessed what it was but couldn't help himself quietly opening his own bedroom door and, when he noticed that his son's door hadn't been tightly locked but was ever so slightly ajar so that he could push it wider just by a couple of inches......and there, reflected in a mirror was his standing son's naked back all the way down to his thighs, with an elbow thrusting back and forth in front of him. The breathing grew heavier, though still subdued. the arm movements more rapid - until, with a restrained "gasp!" the muscles of his son's compact and exposed bum visibly tightened, with his entire body stiffening momentarily like a statue, and then loosening with a couple of breaths heavier and louder than before, this time with a discernibly audible relief. The father couldn't see where his boy had shot his cum but soon had his curiosity satisfied when the lad brought his hand up to his face - and then, lick, lick, licked it, like a cat lapping up its milk! The older one smiled to himself and as silently as he could, crept back to his own bedroom, lay on his back on the bed, finding his own cock now hard as a stone pipe. and started stroking himself. Man, he sure as shit had brought his boy up well to fully appreciate the precious value of his own spunk! That had been the sole occasion when he'd seen his son completely undressed, and now it was the first time he'd also been able to see his naked front side.
Now back in the warehouse, both of them buck-naked, the elder with balls hanging loose and swinging below a cock now resolutely pointing forward, his apprehensive offspring with balls drawn up tight under his body below his own still defiantly shrunken cock. The father felt a surge of pride as he mused that here he was gently guiding the fruit of his very own loins, the same seed which grew into his boy now stored in the the hairy ball-sac dangling between his furry thighs. He led his son through a door to a large former storeroom where, to the boy's eye-popping astonishment, they were greeted with the sight of dozens of men, mostly entirely naked, fucking and sucking the living daylights out of each other, with continuous sounds of slurping, sucking, slapping, thumping abounding - plus moans, moans and more moans. "What d'you think?" asked the father, smiling with satisfaction as he looked down his son's body to see his former nervously curled-up cock rapidly unfurling. "JESUS FUCKIN' CHRRRRRRRIST!" came the lad's expressive and unambiguous reply. The father laughed and gave his son, now visibly getting excited, a thumbs-up sign. The youngster had used his dad's own favourite and frequently used exclamation of surprise, especially when he'd got himself pissed and the two of them were watching T.V. together, but the boy had never dared use it himself, most of all in front of his own dad - but now there'd never be a more appropriate time.
The father then went over to a guy wearing leather chaps but with his arse exposed, who seemed to be running the show and murmured something to him, pointing back at his son whose cock was now pointing ceiling-wards. The 'boss' smiled and went over to the young fella, put his arm around his shoulder, and reassuringly told him that he need do no more than to watch his dad, a man who was already being surrounded by a jostling busy crowd of hard cock-exposed fellas. Then he lay down on the floor in the 'doggie' position and with no pause in the action one guy pushed his cock into his father's face and another mounted him from behind, ramming his cock right into the warm, welcoming shithole with hardly any resistance, calling the lad over to watch at close quarters..............which is exactly the situation they'd reached as illustrated in the drawing at top.
When the father had been well and truly fucked several times by randy, eager men at both ends he suggested to his gawping son that this was as good a time as any to get himself initiated into the practice - and frankly, what better way could there have been to celebrate his natural transition from boy into true manhood, as well as such a spectacular way to ditch the virginity which he'd grown so tired of? - and with the encouragement, assistance and perhaps even with the active participation of his very own father, who could ask for more? Now he was to become a real man!😄
