Neto's Story Chapter 1 (M/t/t)

Characters:
Sexton Avondale, 32, 6', 10" uncut, dark brown hair

Neto Avondale, 15, 5'8", 9" uncut, medium length dark brown hair

Wendell Tancredo, 14, 5'5", 7" uncut - left curve, short dark brown hair, Neto's friend and fuck buddy

Nelson Salazar, 17, 5'9", 8" uncut, short black hair, Neto's uncle (only mentioned in this chapter)

CHAPTER ONE
I had the cameras all set up and everything in place it seemed. I checked the room again. The windows were barred and foil prevented any unwanted observance from disturbing the activities to come. The large bed that dominated the room was covered with just a plain sheet and a couple of pillows. There really wasn't need of blankets now in our mild climate. A computer lay on a desk against the side wall. I'd already brought up a good site. Sometimes it was necessary to prime the pump, so to speak. Just then I heard my son Neto and his friend Wendell coming through the front door, talking loudly and carrying on as boys always do. Neto was fifteen, Wendell nearly two years younger having just turned fourteen. They were both good looking boys. I'd now had the opportunity to see Wendell in the all together several times, and even tasted his sweet fruit, just as I had my son's.

My wife and I had been very open when it came to sex. Neto was our only child and we had included him in our lovemaking since he was about eight years old. Sex is so natural to the human condition; I can never understand people who choose to keep kids isolated and insulated from it. Neto loved to suck on his mommy's tits, to make her writhe in ecstasy as he made love to her young and supple body. He would lap at her cunt and flick his little tongue over her quivering clit, laying spread out on his stomach while I ran my strong hands every inch of his young, smooth body. Eventually, he would mount her and pound her wet pussy while I took him from behind. I have to say, he never had a small dick. Even as a young boy he hung down a good four inches. By the time he was eight, it was more like six or seven inches. He'd also started puberty by that time, really early, I know, but that was part of why we brought him into our bed. We wanted him to learn the ways of love, and we wanted to share every aspect of our love with him. But my wife died in an accident when Neto was ten and it was only me he shared a bed with from then on.

Neto may have got his cock size from me, or maybe it's a product of both sides of the family. I've got a thick 10", but I've seen my wife's youngest brother a few times when we've showered at the gym and it looked like he'd be no slouch in that department. Neto definitely took after his uncle in the looks department. Nelson was only just seventeen and they'd often get mistaken for brothers, but neither one of them is young below the waist. Both Neto and Nelson have dark, thick pubes and man-sized cocks. Anyway, as the boys neared Neto's room I slipped into the adjacent room and locked the door. Didn't want any surprises, yet. All the cameras were working perfectly. They were disguised so Wendell would never know they were there. The mics were working properly, too, and I heard the boys enter the room. Neto knew about the setup; we'd gone over it in detail. In fact, he was the one who had chosen his friend Wendell for our video.

Neto and I had been sitting around one day. He was just lazily slurping on my big dick when the doorbell rang. I was a little pissed off to be interrupted by it but managed to get my cock back in my shorts and open the door. There stood Wendell, our new paperboy. I hadn't really thought before answering the door and all I had on was a pair of loose boxer briefs with a very prominent bulge down the left leg. The dark hair covering my chest trailed down to a thin line past my abs and straight through the center of my shorts. Wendell gave out a quick, "Shit!", more in embarrassment than anything else I thought. But I saw his beautiful brown eyes linger on my chest and my still-aroused nipples before dropping to the ground. At least they tried to drop to the ground. Somehow they got stuck halfway there and stopped at the large bulge just below his chin. I'm a large man, and him still being just a boy he was at just the right height to get a good eyeful.

“Is it that time already?" I asked. "Come on in," I said as I turned back into the house.

"Ye... Yes, sir," he finally got out as he followed me inside.

"I didn't expect you. Sorry, or I would have put some clothes on," I apologized. "We don't go much for clothing here at home."

Wendell followed me into the living room. Neto was sitting there without a stitch on just as I'd left him. He had turned the TV on to one of those Japanese cartoons he liked, anime I think he called them. Wendell did a double-take when he saw Neto sitting there naked, absentmindedly scratching his dick and balls. He looked up as we entered the room and nodded in Wendell's direction.

"Get me my wallet, will you, Neto?" I asked my son. He got up and padded off to the back of the house, his perfect smooth ass fading into the darkness beyond. "Would you like a drink, Wendell?" I asked the still red faced boy.

"Yes, sir," he replied. "A coke would be fine."

“One coke it is then." I went to the wet bar and poured him a coke, then topped it off with a bit of rum. Rum's a great beverage. Smooth and somewhat sweet. Boys like it and it seems to help them feel more comfortable. Neto liked it, but I never let him get drunk or abuse it. It was just a good social lubricant. Neto came back in, still naked and swinging his big dick from side to side as he walked. Wendell took a big drink as his eyes opened wide at Neto's appearance, and his face reddened even deeper. He was clearly not used to nudity at home. I poured a drink for Neto, then myself, and since Wendell had nearly downed his on that first chug, I poured a second for him. "Is that a flavored coke?" he asked. I guessed he'd never had rum before.

Neto started to answer, but I cut in, "Yes. Do you like it?"

"Yeah, it tastes really good." I handed him the refill and he said, " I feel a little warm, though."

Neto spoke for the first time since Wendell had come in. "Well, take your clothes off. We're just guys here." Wendell looked down a bit, lost in his own thoughts. He looked over at Neto standing a few feet away, legs spread in a firm stance and his right hand lightly brushing his thick pubic bush. Then Wendell glanced up at me standing in front of him. My cock had gone down but there was no mistaking the outline in my shorts, and with his face now directly in front of it as he sat in the chair he could in no way miss it. Ever so slightly his tongue flicked over his lips and retreated. "Oh, come on!" I said as I took a step closer, my covered cock only inches from his face now. "We might as well all be comfortable."

I reached down and lifted his T-shirt over his head in one movement. He had a nicely defined chest for a boy his age and the makings of a decent six pack. I was surprised to see a dark treasure trail already beginning to develop, and his pits had some dark tufts filling them as well. I glanced over at Neto. He was chubbing a little and was lightly petting his dick as he watched and smiled. We can often communicate without a word spoken. I guess it comes from being more than just father and son, from being so intimate and sharing all we were. Neto nodded and came over. I stepped back to the wet bar to watch as he sat down on Wendell's right leg, facing away from him. He leaned forward to untie the boy's trainers and as he did so the cradle of his ass slid back further along Wendell's rough jeans until it was directly over and pressing against his crotch. Wendell took another drink, then set down the glass and closed his eyes. His hands came up to Neto's shoulders as Neto worked at removing Wendell's shoes and socks. Each movement caused Neto's ass to grind into Wendell's pelvis and Wendell's hands began to clench and massage Neto's shoulders. It was a pure joy to watch. Finally, Neto had bared Wendell's feet. He bent
back up and leaned back against Wendell's chest. His cock was jutting out a good, solid 8", but Wendell hadn't noticed yet. He seemed to have also forgotten my presence in the room. I waited in silence. I knew my time would come.

Neto reached behind him and fumbled at Wendell's belt buckle. Without opening his eyes, Wendell lowered his hands and undid the buckle himself. Both boys raised their hips and shucked the jeans quickly to the floor. I couldn't see it yet, but Neto's ass cheeks must have been deftly massaging Wendell's boy cock in the soft warmth of their crack. Wendell appeared to be pretty well lost now, and I surreptitiously took a few carefully aimed shots with my digital camera which showed both boys in their ecstasy, clearly revealing Wendell's face, but avoiding Neto's. This was an idea I came up with on the spot, sort of insurance in case he had misgivings later. Neto reached around again and guided Wendell's trembling hand to his own rampant cock. Wendell groaned with undisguised lust as his hand closed and he realized the size of the thing he now held. Neto leaned his whole body back, his shoulders resting firmly under Wendell's chin, his back molded into the young boy's chest, his ass rubbing into Wendell's pubes. Wendell's cock was now pushing up through Neto's thighs, the gallons of pre-cum both boys were dripping making it easy to slide back and forth. Wendell's hand was slowly jacking Neto's huge hardon while his hips thrust his cock with increasing intensity through the cleft between my son's thighs. I knew neither of them could last much longer, and I doubted I would either.

Just watching these boys had made me harder than I had been in awhile, and that's saying something. I lowered my boxers to the floor and kicked them away. Silently I crossed the space to where the two boys were sitting, Neto leaning back against Wendell, their faces close to one another. Pre-cum was oozing from my dick without having touched it yet. I grabbed hold of the full ten inches and brought to head to my son's lips. Instinctively, his tongue flitted out and lapped at the slimy head. Neto's lips parted to take me, but I smiled at him and smeared a streak across his cheek as I aimed for Wendell's delicious lips. His lips looked as though they were made for sucking cock, full and luscious surrounding a round mouth. I almost creamed looking at them up close.

As the head of my ten inch tool touched his lips his eyes opened in startled wonder. He almost stopped thrusting through my son's thighs. Almost, but not quite. He looked up at me questioningly, that deer in the headlights look crossing his face, but also consumed by lust. His eyes took in every inch of me he could see, my defined chest, each hair standing on end, my strong arms and each carved curve of my six-pack abs. Finally, his eyes traveled to my hands, both firmly wrapped around the ten inch pole resting against his lips and drooling slime that ran down his cheeks and chin. He turned about three shades of red and I thought he might back out, but just then Neto turned his head toward me and flicked his tongue out to run it along the side of my cock in a loving tongue bath. That must have been all it took because Wendell no sooner saw that then his lips parted and I slid my cock inside his virgin mouth, slime and all. His tongue swirled over my cock head and his right hand rose to grasp my cock as he made love to it with his tender mouth. I knew Neto wanted to make this special, and I watched as he continued to lap at the side of my cock, occasionally kissing Wendell's juicy lips. Wendell groaned in disappointment as
Neto lifted his hips from the boy's lap. He reached behind him and I knew he was guiding the youngster to his first true sexual experience. Wendell's moan as he entered my son nearly drove me over the edge. He started humping in a frenzy and both boys were covered in sweat while they noisily slurped on my oozing cock. Reluctantly, I pulled away as they drove furiously towards their climaxes. I pounded on my cock over their faces as a guttural moan escaped Wendell's lips. He went stiff as he penetrated Neto's ass as deeply as possible, spraying his juices deep inside, doing his best to breed my son. His hand, grasped firmly around Neto's large cock, jerked furiously up and down and was rewarded with a monumental cum as one spurt after another erupted from the 15 year old's cock. Cum splattered both boys' dark hair and their faces as it seemed to spew forth forever.

And then I was there. No longer able to control myself as the two boys beneath me careened uncontrollably through their combined climax, jets of thick white cream shot from my cock. I aimed and shot each boy in their open mouths, my jizz coating their tongues with the taste of my man sex. I continued to erupt and covered Neto's chest and abs, and Wendell's shoulders, then finished with a few smaller shots that coated their faces. As I came down from my high both boys reached out to cup my ass cheeks and pulled me close so they could clean my cock with their willing young mouths.

That was how we started, but not where we are today. Today we are starting a business venture, one that Wendell will be a key part of. Not that I think he'll really want to at first. He felt quite guilty after our little escapade and I had to persuade him to keep quiet using the pictures I had taken of him. Over the last few months, however, Neto and I discovered that while Wendell is always embarrassed and humiliated by his actions, he really is a little slut boy at heart. He comes over and sucks off Neto and I almost every day. Sometimes we fuck him. Sometimes he fucks us. He always naked when he comes over. That is one of the rules. If he wants to come in he has to strip off his clothes and get hard in the front courtyard or no playtime. It's just to help him overcome his puritanical upbringing. He gets incredibly embarrassed every time standing at the doorstep jacking his cock. But no one can see. He's completely hidden from the street. I wouldn't let any harm come to him any more than I would let anyone hurt my son. No one can spy on him other than Neto and me watching on the surveillance cams. That is how Neto got the idea. He was standing next to me stroking his cock and watching Wendell do the same when he said, "Hey, papi, why don't we take some video of Wendell sometime?"

"I'm not sure he'd do it, son. You know how shy and embarrassed he gets."

"But if we set it up so he doesn't know, then he'll see how much he enjoys it. He'll come around. Maybe we can even get him to bring some more boys over," Neto pondered.

The business side of the idea was mine. Not even Neto knew about that part of it. How do you tell your 15 year old son that you plan to sell him on the internet? And so it came down to today. It's only been a few months. Wendell has had his birthday and Neto is nearing his. They really are great together, both with their beautiful, smooth, olive skin, dark hair, and flashing brown eyes. Neto is always self-assured. Wendell is always a bit embarrassed, upbringing I guess. But today will bring Wendell to appreciate the reality of his true nature. He'll probably be
embarrassed. He'll probably be humiliated when he finds out we've videotaped his passion. But I'm convinced that when he sees himself on the tape, acting out his fantasies and his lust so vividly tat he will finally begin to open up and enjoy his liberation.