Dad got a new job and was out of the house a lot. Within a few months he had a new buddy, Dave, who came over to the house a lot and often spent the night on the couch. Some nights I would get up and find that Dave wasn't on the couch anymore. I'd run into him in the hall or the kitchen and ask him where he had been, and he'd say he'd gotten up early and gone for a walk. Dave was only about 20 years old and a college student that Dad had met at work.

I finally caught Dave and Dad at their business. There was a tremendous thunderstorm one summer night that brought my sister crying into my room. The storm was terrifying her. I took her hand and went to Dad's bedroom, opening the door without knocking. Dad was lying on his back, arms behind his head, legs spread, totally naked. Dave was lying between Dad's legs, sucking on Dad's erect penis. The sheets were kicked down to the foot of the bed. Both men looked at me and Katie, and we stared back.

I knew what they were doing. I had done it with other kids at my school in our old hometown. I was fond of doing it with Nick, my best friend in 5th grade. Every time we spent the night we would start by playing Truth or Dare, which quickly descended into outright cocksucking. We had even discovered the magic number, 69, on our own. Nick and I loved to suck each other's cocks, though we were too young for orgasms, and we were never caught.

I broke the silence first: "Dad, Katie is afraid of the storm."

"Don't you ever knock?" blurted Dave, still lying between my Dad's legs and holding his now semi-erect penis.

"Come here, Katie," said Dad. Katie jumped onto the bed and buried her head in Dad's chest. Dad stroked her hair while continuing to look at me.

I climbed on the bed too. Dave turned away to sit on the edge of the bed with his back to us.

"It's very hot in here," Dad started to explain. "You know I sleep without my clothes ... Dave was just in here, uh, giving me a massage."

I nodded, confused by the lie. I knew Dave was sucking Dad's dick, and I knew how good it felt. Why was Dad going through this charade?

Katie climbed up all the way onto Dad's torso and hugged him tightly. Her nightshirt had ridden up around her waist, and her little ass was clearly visible. She had basically mounted Dad. I could see his cock twitching, returning to its erect state.

Dave glanced back and noticed too. He looked at me and his eyes were full of confusion, then he seemed to make some kind of decision. He winked and grinned, then got back up on the bed and laid next to Dad.

"Dave, I think you ought to go back to the couch ..."

"Come on Frank, I'm scared of lightning too." Dave turned his head and winked at me again so Dad couldn't see.

"Yeah, me too, Dad." I picked up on the game, though I still wasn't sure of the rules.

"OK, OK," said Dad. "What the hell, it's California. Everybody please try to go to sleep now."

Fortunately Dad's bed was enormous and easily fit all four of us. Katie curled up on Dad's right side at the edge of the bed. Dave was on Dad's left side, and I was next to Dave on the other edge of the bed. I turned off the light and pulled the sheet over all of us.

"Dave, let Brett sleep in the middle," my dad said.

"Sure, Frank. Here, Brett, crawl over me and sleep next to your dad."

I obeyed. As I reached over Dave, my hand brushed his erection. It excited me to touch it. I finished crawling over Dave's body and managed to bump his scrotum with my foot.

"Oww!" grunted Dave. "Christ, my nuts!"

"Shhh," said Dad. "Katie's asleep. Suffer quietly, will ya?"

With that, we all lay there in silence.

Dave turned away from me to lay on his side at the edge of the bed. I turned towards Dad and put my arm across his belly. Dad stayed on his back. Katie's arm was thrown across his chest.

It seemed like hours passed by, but I'm sure it was just a few minutes. Dave was asleep and so was Katie. Dad was awake. I was struggling to sleep.

I shifted and my hand brushed over Dad's pubic hair. My fingertip brushed against his still-erect cock. That was it for Dad -- he took my hand off his chest and told me to roll over. So I turned over and laid against Dave's back, spoon fashion.

Again, time passed. I have no way of knowing how long. Then I put my arm over Dave's torso and rested my hand on his abdomen. No reaction from the sleeping Dave. I eased my hand down and took hold of his penis. It was not erect ... but mine was. This was so thrilling to me. I was holding an adult's penis in my hand. Not just accidentally touching it, or looking at it, but holding the whole soft toy right in my palm......(cont)