Date: Mon, 26 Oct 2009 01:00:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: H. Rick Cantwell <jockhunger@yahoo.com>
Subject: Halloween 16 Chapter five

      Halloween 16
      Chapter five
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      Mom had no sooner walked out the door when Caitlin started giggling.
"Jesus that was close.  Caleb, can you think of some way to make the door
squeak or something.  We need a little more time.
      "I'll think about it."
      "Me, too," always-helpful Collin said.
      "Well, in that case, Connor, we have less than one hour," Caitlin
said.
      "For what?" I asked.  Then I realized she was letting me know she
wanted me to fuck her again.
      "Well," she began, "you've fucked me today.  That's the bedroom
photo.  And Collin has sucked you.  That's the bathroom photo."
      "Yeah?" I asked, not understanding where she was going with this
list.
      Caleb smiled broadly.
      "Oh, no," I said.  "We didn't agree to re-live that night.  In fact,
I don't remember agreeing to anything."
      Caleb slipped off his pajama bottoms, pushed me onto my back on the
bed and mounted himself on my hips to hold me down.  I could have easily
bucked him off but I pretended to be pinned.
      I felt a mouth on my cock.  I looked over Caleb's shoulder and saw
Collin smiling wickedly.  The blowjob would have been enough to get me hard
but as soon as I realized it was my sister blowing me, I went rigid.  She
was as good at it as Collin.  `Where did these three learn to suck cock so
well?  And what the hell planet was I on when they were learning?'
      "Ok little brother," Caitlin said, holding my cock upright.
      Caleb leaned slightly forward.
      I felt my cock knob being pressed against his asshole and then he
knee-walked backward slightly.  I slid in easily.  I slid in willingly.
      "Oh, fuck, Caleb, you are one hot fuck!  Your ass does things to my
cock I can't believe could be done."
      He rode my cock a little more insistently than Caitlin had.  He kept
squirming around until all at once he yelped, "Ah!  There it is."
      I felt it, too.  He was rubbing my cock head against his prostate.
Every time I touched it, he quivered uncontrollably.  He began to whimper
as the `gotta cum' feeling intensified.  At one point I couldn't tell if
the sounds he was making were from pain or pleasure.  Then without warning,
his cock spit jizm all over my chest and belly.  I had cum on myself many
times but the feel of HIS hot sperm on my skin was ten times more
stimulating.
      Before I had a chance to enjoy it, however, I saw him toppling toward
me as his body relaxed suddenly.  We ended up with his cock trapped against
my belly, his cum gluing us together and his tongue in my mouth.  To my
surprise the kiss was soft and tender.  It was like an electrical circuit.
My cock in his ass, then his cock erupting on my belly, next was his tongue
in my mouth and that completed the circuit to my balls.  I started dumping
a huge load of brother cum up his ass.
      At first, I almost balked at the idea of kissing my brother but
realized just quickly enough that Caitlin was right.  There are many
different ways to show somebody how much you love them.  It was strange at
first but somehow there was now a connection between Caleb and me that
hadn't been there before.  I knew his kiss was like the signatures on a
contract.  With that one simple kiss, we agreed to be a loving family from
here on out.
      That's when Collin said, "Look.  Connor's balls are jumping.  He's
cumming."
      "I've sure got a lot to learn," Caitlin said appreciatively, her nose
about an inch from my balls.
      "Don't pull out." Caleb said.  "Let it fall out naturally."
      "Dude," I said, "that ain't gonna happen."
      "Please," he whined, "don't pull out."
      "No, I mean, if I don't pull out, I'm gonna stay hard forever.  Your
ass is just so sweet.  And Mom's expecting us for dinner any minute now.
You want to go downstairs like this?"
      We each must have had a mental image of what that would look like to
Mom and Dad and we all burst out laughing.  That was just enough for me to
go soft and I fell out naturally.
      "That's was awesome," Collin said.  "Me next."
      Caitlin came to my rescue this time, and said, "I get to go first
because I'm older.  Then maybe you can do it.  But we have to have dinner
first."
      As if on cue from the drama coach, Collin's stomach growled.  "Yeah,
I guess you're right.  My belly's so hungry it's crying out loud."
      Dinner was sedate compared to our afternoon's adventures and TV
wasn't much better.  I didn't have time to wash up after Caleb's cum so I
let it dry at the dinner table.  While we were watching TV I slipped my
hand under my T-shirt and stroked his dry cum lovingly.
      About that time, without any kind of introduction, Collin asked, "Is
it okay if we have a sleepover with Denny?"
      Surprised, Mom said, "Uh, well ... um ... yes, of course, dear."
      "Who's Denny?" Dad asked.
      "Brenda's ..."
      "Oh," Dad said like Mom had already finished the answer.
      "When ... uh ... were you ... um, planning ...?"
      "Sometime."
      "Oh," Mom said in a relieved tone, "okay."
      I couldn't tell if she was stammering because she didn't have time to
think or if she didn't want Denny sleeping with Collin.
      "He doesn't have a very big house," Collin said, "so can we have the
sleepover here?"
      "Well, yes," Mom said, a little more cheerfully.  "That would be
better, I think.  You know, since we have more room."
      I thought, `It means you'll have a little more control over what's
happening.'
      "Okay."
      "But I'll have to ask his mother first."
      "K."
      "Can we ask them to have Thanksgiving dinner with us?" Caitlin asked.
      "Who?" Dad asked, hearing Caitlin's voice.
      "The Andersons," Caitlin said.
      "Do you like them?" Dad asked.
      "Yeah, they're cool!"
      "Fine idea," Dad said.  "Whadda they drink?"
      "Whiskey and Coke," Caitlin said.
      "Whiskey and Pepsi," Caleb corrected.
      Caitlin looked at him strangely.  "Whatever."
      We finished dinner without much else being said.
      Walking into the family room after going to the bathroom, Caleb said,
"Mom?"  He was pulling on the drawstring of his pajama bottoms.  "Can you
put elastic in these, somehow?  I don't have any hips and not much of a
butt so they keep falling off."  With that, he just let them drop.
      My heart stood still as an instantaneous flash of memory went through
my mind.  I remembered him pulling on his pajama bottoms in such a rush
when Mom started navigating the maze upstairs that he didn't put on his
underpants.  I thought he had forgotten that he was naked underneath when
he let them drop in front of Mom and Dad.
      "Sure, I think so," Mom said, as I saw a flash of bright white from
his underpants.
      My heart began beating again.
      "All I have to do is attach some elastic to this end of the
drawstring, then pull this end of it and it will pull the elastic straight
through.  Go get my sewing kit.  I think I have some in there."
      He was off in a flash of tight white.  That's when it occurred to me
Caleb wouldn't mind being seen naked by Mom and Dad because being naked in
public turns him on.
      Mom made short order of the task and Caleb was pulling his pajama
bottoms back on in no time.
      When I saw how quickly and easily they went on, I realized why he
wanted them to be so convenient.  He wouldn't have to fumble with trying to
tie them the next time Mom or Dad decided to check on us kids.  I decided
that from now on, I would keep a pair of sweat shorts next to my bed ... my
new bed ... for the same reason.
      We went out the next day to buy it.  When the deliverymen got it
home, Dad had them struggle it upstairs to our bedroom.  Mom insisted we
remove the maze, so we just collapsed the hinges and it took less than a
minute.  I pushed Collin's bed to one end of the room and Caleb's to the
other.
      "We're gonna have to put it in the middle," I said.
      "Why's that, dear?" Mom asked, knowing my bed had always been at the
far end of the room.
      "Well, these two are at an age where all they want to do is play all
night and I thought if I was in the middle, I could ... you know, keep the
property damage down to a minimum."
      "Very good idea, son," Dad agreed.
      I left about a 3 foot walkway between the beds.  Caleb looked at
Collin and Collin looked at Caleb and they both suppressed a knowing smile.
They knew it would be an easy process to push the beds together.
      The workmen offered to carry my old bed downstairs for us.  Mom had
them put it on the back porch.
      "You never know when you'll need a spare bed," Mom cautioned.  "And
it will give your dad a place to take a nap once in a while."
      "Splendid idea," Dad agreed.
      That night, we pushed the beds together.  Collin was asleep in a
matter of minutes.  He always fell asleep easily.  He was at an age where
he never had to stay awake nights worrying about anything ... like why his
girlfriend dumped him for a second-string nickel back, or whatever his
position was.  All I was sure of was that his position was NOT on top of
Heather.  Once again I thought, `I wonder who's taking care of his
blue-balls.'
      After about five minutes of silence, I gently patted my new bed and
said, "Caleb, you wanna come over here for a minute?"
      I think he teleported himself next to me.  I didn't feel or hear
anything until I felt him lying about a half inch from me.
      "Caleb, I think we have a problem."
      "What's that?" he asked, sincerely worried.
      "Something's come up and I'm not sure how I want to handle it.  Maybe
you'll have some ideas."
      "Sure, what is it?"
      I took his hand and laid it on my hard-on.
      "Oh," he said like a concerned doctor, "that IS a hard problem.
There are several ways we could tackle a problem like this but I think this
is the easiest one."
      He straddled my thighs and eased his ass smoothly down my cock until
his asshole was kissing my pubic hair.
      "I was hoping that would be your solution."
      "You like my ass better than a blowjob?"
      "Way better little brother."
      "Better than pussy?"
      "I wouldn't go so far as to say that."
      "So you're saying fucking Caitlin is better."
      "No, I'm saying ... if I had really fucked Heather, it would be good.
Fucking Caitlin was better.  Fucking you is equally as good as fucking
Caitlin but way better than fucking Heather ... if I had fucked Heather."
      "Yeah, I get it."
      "Good," I said.  "You know, last week I had my first fuck and if
someone had asked at that moment what the three greatest inventions of man
were, I'd say Fucking, Fire and Ouchless Band-Aids."
      And now?
      "Well, then I got that blowjob and Ouchless Band-Aids fell off the
list."
      "Fucking, Fire and Blowjobs."
      "Yeah.  Then I got to fuck YOUR ass and Fire fell off the list
forever!
      While we were talking Caleb stopped moving so I began gentle upward
thrusts.  He started moving again and I said, "No, let's make this a long
lazy luxurious fuck. Okay?"
      "You could fuck me all night and I wouldn't object," Caleb said,
leaning down to kiss me.  He stopped about an inch from my lips.
      With the light of just the moon illuminating the room, I looked at
him quizzically at first and then understood.  IF it was okay with me for
us to kiss, I had to kiss HIM.  I gently cupped the back of his neck and
pulled myself up to meet his lips.
      "Mmmmmgh" he moaned like he had never been kissed with so much
devotion before.  He rocked gently back and forth up and down my pole.  It
was so slow it was as tantalizing as it was titillating.  Several times I
felt my cock lurch like it wanted to cum but he stopped moving.
      "Are you teasing your big brother?" I asked jovially.
      "No, I heard that if you hold off longer, the orgasm is way better
... and I want your orgasm to be the best ever."
      "Always looking out for the other guy, aren't you?"
      "The bonus is worth it," he said, squeezing his ass ring around my
cock.
      "You're not getting much pleasure out of this," I said.
      "Why do you say that?"
      "I don't here you grunting.  I don't think I'm hitting your
prostate."
      "That's okay."
      "No, it's not okay.  Sex is a two-way street.  You pleasure me, I
pleasure you."
      "Whaddya suggest?"
      "I don't know.  I never thought about fucking a guy's ass until
recently."
      "Let me get on my back," Caleb said.
      I grabbed his lower back and ass at the same time and rolled us over.
      "Ungh," he grunted.
      "Sorry," I said, raising up on my elbows to relieve the weight load.
      "'sokay," he said.  "It feels good to have you pressing into me."
      In that position, I was able to move around more and aim for his
prostate.  Once I found it, it was easy to keep hitting it ... or moving
away from it when he was close to cumming.
      When I would raise up to ease my back muscles, he rubbed my chest.
Whenever he tweaked my left nipple, my cock jerked.  When I would lower
myself back down, we would inevitably kiss.  I think that was the best
stimulus of all ... except for my cock up his ass.
      "I want you to cum," Caleb said.
      "You getting' sore?" I asked, worried that I had not kept his needs
in mind.
      "No, I'm fine.  I just want to feel what it's like to have you fuck
me in your own cum."
      "You want me to take sloppy seconds in my own jizzum?"
      "Yeah, is that okay?"
      "That is the nastiest fuckin' thing I've ever heard of.  Hell yeah,
it's okay!"
      "Fuck me.  Fuck me hard.  I wanna feel my big brother's big cock
spurt a big load up my ass."
      "Keep talkin' like that and it won't take long."
      Then I felt the strangest thing.  It was like someone was wiping my
ass with a diaper wipe.  Caleb's hands were rubbing my chest.  His mouth
was an inch from mine, teasing me into another kiss.  I looked through the
space under my armpit and saw the top of Collin's head hovering next to my
ass.
      "What the fuck?"
      "It's called rimming," Caleb said, since Collin once again had his
tongue lapping at my hole.
      "Like I said, what the fuck?"
      "Don't you like it?" Caleb asked.
      "I love it, but ... it's ... "
      "It's okay.  Everybody does it."
      "Not everybody," I said.  "I've never done it."
      "You've never screwed anyone outside your own family but it doesn't
mean it won't happen ... someday."  Then he said, "Well, yeah you did,
kinda.  When I told you to kiss my ass, you kissed my pucker."
      "Well, that was a kiss.  What Collin is doing is ..." and then I
squealed like a schoolgirl when Collin stuck his tongue into my hole a
little ways.
      Caleb used his ass muscles to remind me I was supposed to be fucking
him.  Collin was using his tongue, to encourage me to continue.  Who was I
to argue?  I fucked like a wild man.
      "Gonna cum, I said soon thereafter.  Gonna c... ungh ... ungh
... ungh."
      As soon as I recovered, Collin asked, "Can I suck you, Caleb?"
      "Anytime."
      "You really like doing what you just did?" I asked Collin as he was
getting into position over his brother's pecker."
      "'sokay."
      "Who showed you how to do that?"
      "A friend."
      "Collin, I'm your older brother and I have to look out for you.  When
I ask you a question, I want you to tell me everything.  I promise, I won't
go telling Mom or Dad, but I've got to know what you're doing and who
you're doing it with.  Understand?"
      "Yeah," he said, sounding like he was about to cry.
      I had to pull out of Caleb's ass.  I was too sensitive anyway and at
that moment, I needed to comfort Collin.  I pulled his head onto my chest
and said, "I'm not mad, I just need to know what's going on in your life.
Are you having sex with someone?"
      He nodded his head.  "Don't be mad.  But I knew you didn't want to
have sex with me and ..."
      "What do you mean I don't want to have sex with you?"
      "You had sex with Denny before you had sex with me."
      "I what?"
      "He told me."
      "Wait!  You and Denny are talking about me?"
      "Yeah."
      "Who else are you telling all this to?"
      "NO ONE!" Collin shouted.  "Do you think I'm stupid?"
      "No," I said calmly, "I don't think you're stupid.  If anyone's
stupid, it's me."
      "So Denny taught you how to ... rim?" I asked.
      "Yeah."
      "Where?"
      "In the janitor's closet at school."
      "Oh fuck!" I said a little too strongly for a 10-year-old's
sensitivity.  "That's dangerous.  What if someone caught you?"
      "They won't," he said matter-of-factly ... infuriating me with his
lack of additional and important information.
      Caleb nudged him.
      "Oh, uh ... Mr. Wilson, the janitor, is our lookout.  You know, the
one who plays the organ at church."
      "Let me guess, he promised to stand lookout if you let him watch you
guys having sex."
      "Yeah," Collin said like it was an everyday occurrence.
      "Did he ask either of you to ... uh ... do anything with him?"
      "Like what?" Collin asked.
      "Like ... oh never mind.  But if anyone ever offers to do you a favor
like this ... like Mr. Wilson did ...in exchange for sex or letting them
watch or whatever ... you tell them you'll have to check with me first.
Tell them you're gonna check with your OLDER brother.  Understand."
      "Yeah."
      "Now that we got that settled, back to the matter at hand," I said,
grabbing his little cock and balls in one hand and hugging him to my chest
with the other.  "I don't ever want you to think I don't want to have sex
with you.  Sometimes you'll want to do some things us bigger guys are doing
and I'll have to say no but it's not because I don't want to.  It's because
I can't let you get hurt.  If you get hurt, Mom and Dad will have to take
you to the hospital and that will end our being able to play together like
this."
      "I understand.  Denny already warned me."
      "I've gotta have a talk with Denny," I said resolutely.
      "Are you okay with him coming over to sleep with us?" Collin asked.
      "Did he ask you to ask me that?"
      Collin blushed and said softly, "Yeah."
      "Do you WANT him to sleep with us?"
      Just as softly he said, "Yeah."  I think he was afraid he was
insulting me by wanting to have sex with someone else.
      "I'll ask his dad what Denny has in mind but yeah, I think having a
sleepover with the little pervert will be fun," I said.
      "Cool," Caleb said.  "Maybe he'll let me fuck him."
      "Yeah, he will," Collin said.  "He says he wants Connor to fuck him,
so I'm sure he means you, too."
      "He said what?"
      Before Collin could respond, Caleb said, "Uh, where's that blowjob
you offered?"
      I said, "Wait a minute. Let's change positions."
      "Like what?" Caleb asked, annoyed.
      "You two 69 and I'll take that sloppy seconds you offered."
      "ALL RIGHT!" Caleb squealed.
      As I slid into Caleb's warm tight ass I felt my still-warm cum oozing
around my cock.  I slid my hand down Caleb's chest to his lower belly and
pulled him tighter against my hips, wanting as much of my cock in him as I
could get.  I felt Collin's nose bumping my fingers as he bobbed up and
down on his brother's cock.  I couldn't keep my eyes off them.  They were
so in synch with each other it looked like they had been doing this
together for years.
      I found Caleb's prostate and began pounding it with a vengeance.  I
didn't let up until I felt his body stiffen and I heard Collin gagging
around a mouthful of cum.  The sound of the little guy gagging on his
brother's jism caused ME to cum.
      Caleb begged me to quit stabbing his prostate but I couldn't help it.
My cock just kept jerking uncontrollably as I came.  Then Caleb begged,
"Don't stop!  Don't stop!" and I knew he was about to nut again.  I kept
fucking even thought it was torture for me by then.  Collin stayed glued to
his brother's dick until it exploded again in his mouth.
      `I just don't know what that boy sees in sucking cock all the time.'
I thought.  `But he seems to love it.'
      We all three laid comfortably side-by-side on my new bed.  Caleb was
still breathless from his two orgasms.  I was less winded but still
breathing hard.  Collin was already getting drowsy-eyed.  `He gets his
belly full and goes to sleep,' I thought.  `Only this time, it's brother's
milk, not mother's milk.'
      I tried to put my arm around him and he rolled over onto his own bed.
I put my arm around Caleb and he purred.
      "Connor."
      `Fuck, there's my first name again!'
      "If you get hard in the middle of the night, you can fuck me."
      "No, that's okay.  I don't want to wake you."
      "I won't mind.  I mean, if I wake up, I won't mind.  But if I don't I
hope you won't be mad.  In fact, I'd like to go to sleep with your cock up
my ass and wake up with your cock up my ass."
      "Well, I'll see what I can do.  But for right now, I need to rest."
      "Me, too."
      We fell asleep easily after such an exhausting day.
      I sat bolt upright.  `I'm gonna throw that damn clock out the
window,' I thought, seeing it was 3AM again.
      "What?" Caleb asked, feeling the mattress bouncing as I shifted
positions.  He reached over and felt around for my cock.  Finding it
flaccid, he sat up and said, "What's the matter?"
      I laid back down.  "It's too late now," I said sadly.  "Sorry.  Go
back to sleep."
      "What?"
      "We were having so much fun this afternoon ..."
      "Yeah?" Caleb said, fearfully.
      "I don't remember Caitlin having an orgasm.  Did she have one?"
      "I don't know.  I don't think so.  Why?"
      "Dude, the girl is ALWAYS supposed to be satisfied.  Otherwise,
there's hell to pay."
      "Not with Caitlin."
      "Especially with Caitlin."
      "We're fucked," Caleb said, completely understanding
      "And not in the fun way," I said.
      "Well, before she castrates you, can I have one more fuck?"
      "Castrate ME?  Why not US?"
      "You're the one she wants, not me."
      "First thing tomorrow ... even before she leaves the house ... we've
gotta promise her a fuck she'll remember for the rest of her life."
      "WE!"
      "Yes, we."  Then thinking about Caleb, I asked quietly, "Do you think
you'd have a problem fucking a girl?"
      "No, but like I say, she doesn't want ME."
      "Let HER tell us that.  If not, do you think you could fuck your
sister?"
      "Sure!" Caleb said, as if there were no doubt about it.  Then slyly
he added, "I mean, if you kinda help me along."
      "Like what?"
      "I'll tell you tomorrow."
      "You little pricktease!" I chuckled.  "You just want me to stay hard
all night thinking about the possibilities, so you can ride the pony all
night."
      "And the downside of that is what?"
      I easily flipped him on his side and shoved my cock balls deep.  "Try
going to sleep with THIS up your ass," I said.
      We were in the same position when we woke up the next morning.  I had
slipped out a couple of times during the night but each time I woke up with
a hard-on, I stuck it back in ... gently.  It felt good just to soak my
cock in his ass and fall back to sleep.  I fucked him once until I came and
he never woke up.  I guess I'm not as hot an ass fucker as I think I am.
      As promised, Caleb cornered Caitlin and told her to be ready for an
afternoon fuck fest right after school.
      However, Lady Luck was not sitting at the kids table that day
... well, the whole family's, actually.  Mom and Dad picked us kids up at
school during the lunch period.  Once we were all in the car, Collin too,
they told us we were going to go see grandma.  They didn't say it in a
joyful tone so I figured something bad had happened.  Caitlin got the same
feeling because she furtively reached over to hold my hand and never once
reached for my cock.
      Sure enough, within an hour of getting to grandma's, she died.  It
was like she was waiting for the last of her family to get there.
Thanksgiving Day was spent at the funeral home with Mom and Dad promising
us an extra special Thanksgiving dinner the following week.  Mom's older
twin sisters, Aunt Jan and Aunt Nan were there, too.
      They were spinsters.  Well, not really.  They had been married.  Aunt
Jan's husband was killed in one of the gulf wars.  The family decided Aunt
Jan should move back in with grandma and grandpa.  About a week later, Aunt
Nan was told her husband had died in Afghanistan.  So the twins moved in
... permanently.  They never remarried and took care of grandma and grandpa
in their old age.  I guess they kind of took care of each other, too
... through their grief and all.
      Anyway, we were all sitting around quietly in the funeral home when,
for no reason, Collin said, "You know Denny's queer, don't cha?"
      "Gay, dear," Mom said.  "We don't say queer.  It's not a nice word."
      We all looked around at each other with that "where did that come
from?" look on our faces.  Aunts Jan and Nan smiled at the same time
... like they shared the same funny bone or something.
      "You mean it's a bad word?" Collin asked.
      "Not really."  Then, after thinking for a moment, Mom said, "Well,
yes.  When some people say it, it's a bad word."
      "Oh, so if people don't know me and they hear me say it, they might
think I'm saying a bad word."
      "Yes.  So it's just best not to say it at all," Mom said.
      Grampa said grumpily, "Something unnatural about that."
      "Yeah, Dad," Aunt Nan said, "the day he was born naturally, the
doctors gave him an unnatural pill so he'd turn out gay."
      "Don't know why anyone would want to do that to a child," grandpa
said.
      "Oh, for god sake," she was being sarcastic, Dad," Aunt Jan said.
      "Oh," grandpa said as his only defense.  "Is all this talk about boys
being lesbians?"
      "Yes, Dad," Aunts Jan and Nan said simultaneously, like they had had
this discussion with him before.
      "Well, he is.  Is that okay?" Collin asked.
      "Well, it's not up to me to decide ..." Mom said.
      "No, I mean is it okay for a que... uh, Denny to sleepover with us?"
      Mom looked at me and then Caleb and said, "I think you'll be safe.
Your brothers will be up there with you."
      "The better question is, will Denny be safe," Caitlin said under her
breath.
      "What, hon?" Dad asked distractedly.
      "Oh, nothing, I was just thinking it would be nice of Connor to offer
his big bed to the boys so they'll have room to roll over in their sleep if
they want.
      I scowled at Caitlin for loaning my bed out without asking first.
Then I smiled, knowing it would be all one big bed anyway.
      For some reason, Collin was obsessing over this sleepover.  He
sounded like he wanted it but then he kept questioning everyone about it
like they might come up with an excuse why it shouldn't happen.
      Anyway, we spent the rest of the week-end at grandma's and grandpa's
with Mom and Dad signing all kinds of papers.  Although it was kind of sad,
everyone in the family tried to make it less mournful by telling funny
stories about grandma, playing cards ... grandma's favorite pastime ... and
drinking ... grandpa's favorite pastime.  Dad allowed me to have whiskey in
my Pepsi if I promised to keep an extra watchful eye on it so the other
kids ... from the extended family ... didn't drink it by mistake.
      I know people are suppose to respect the dead, and I do, but I was
sixteen and my mind was constantly thinking about sex, especially after the
events of the past few weeks.  In my rational mind, I knew death was just
the inevitable end-part of the living process.  "We live, we love, we die
... if we're lucky," I think someone once said.  If not ... well, I just
said it.  Anyway, I was at the "we love" and the "lucky" place in that
equation.
      There were so many people at grandma's that many of us younger ones
ended up sleeping on the floor ... boys and girls together.  Actually
HAVING sex was impossible but it wasn't impossible to THINK about.  So, the
time was not wasted.  It gave me a chance to devise a plan that I thought
all the others would enjoy once we got back home ... and help take their
minds off grandma's death, too.  I hoped by replacing a bad memory with a
truly awesome memory, they wouldn't always think of Thanksgiving as a sad
day.
      And I planned to start putting my plan into place as soon as we got
back home.  But, since the four of us kids were inseparable at this point,
I had to enlist the assistance of Ryan ... again.  He was eager to help
once he heard that my plan involved surprising Denny, too.
      Ryan picked us up after school on Wednesday, the day before our
belated Thanksgiving dinner.  Caitlin and Caleb immediately wanted to know
where we were going.  Collin didn't care ... he just liked going anywhere
with us older kids ... and it didn't hurt that Denny was in the car, too.
In fact, although it was against the law, the three bigger kids sat in the
back, while Denny and Collin shared the bucket seat up front.
      "Where're we going?" Denny asked.
      "To repay a favor," I said.
      "This man was very nice to Connor and his family," Ryan said, "and
Connor needed a ride, so I offered to drive him and the others.  He thought
you would like to join them."
      "Oh," the always-perceptive Denny said, "that clarifies everything
... except where we're going!"
      "Patience," I said.
      "Patients live in hospitals," Collin said.  "I don't want to go to
the hospital."
      "We're not going to the hospital," Caitlin reassured him.  Then she
asked, "Are we?"
      "No," I said.
      With all the giggling from the boys up front and the sideways glances
from Ryan while he was driving, I knew the two of them were playing with
each other's cocks ... and probably had them out of their pants.  That was
okay.  Caitlin had one hand in MY crotch and the other in Caleb's by the
time we pulled up to a seedy-looking warehouse loading dock and parked.
      "Everyone out," Ryan said.
      Without being told, everyone followed me up the steps to the metal
door next to the accordion-style garage door.  I knocked and waited.  The
door opened and we walked into almost total darkness.
      "Hi, nice to see you again," a voice from behind the door said.
"Thanks for calling."
      Once we were inside and the door was closed, it wasn't so dark.  Our
eyes adjusted to the dim florescent interior lighting ... compared to the
bright sunlight.
      "Hi!" Collin said enthusiastically.
      "Hi," Caleb said quizzically, looking at his younger brother for a
clue as to why he was so happy about meeting this man.
      "Hi," Caitlin said politely, with that same questioning look on her
face.
      "Denny," I said, "this is the man who rented us our Halloween
costumes."
      "Hi," Denny said.  "Collin says you're a nice man."
      "Well, thank you, Collin.  Which one of you is Collin?"
      Collin held up his hand as the others finally recognized the man.
      "I'm sorry we had to meet at my warehouse but I'm still putting away
the Halloween inventory.  So, why are you here?" the man asked.
      "We had a funeral over the Thanksgiving holiday and Mom and Dad are
going to make it up to us tomorrow.  I thought it would be nice if we
surprised them by wearing costumes to dinner.  Kinda take their minds off
last week.
      "Sorry for your loss, but what a splendid idea."
      "What would you suggest?" I asked.
      Kneeling in front of Collin he asked, "What do you think of when you
think of Thanksgiving?"
      Collin said, "Turkey."
      "Do you want to dress up like a turkey?"
      "No, I don't want to be eaten."
      "Yes you do," Denny said, and giggled hysterically.
      "What person do you think of?" I asked.
      "Indians."
      "Do you think you'd like to be an Indian?"
      "Yeah."
      "Okay.  What about you young man," he asked Caleb, recognizing him as
Collin's brother.
      "Indian."
      "What about you," he asked Caitlin.
      As if reading my sex-crazed mind she said, "Hester Prynne."
      "A fine choice."
      I think he would have agreed with anything anyone said if it meant
making a sale.
      "And what about you?" he asked Denny.
      Looking first at Collin and then at Caleb, he said, "I wanna be their
squaw."
      The man looked at Ryan who shrugged his shoulders and nodded his head
in agreement.
      Standing again, he asked, "Will you young men be dressing as well?"
      "I thought I'd go as a pilgrim," Ryan said.
      "Indian Brave," I said.  Something about being half naked at the
dining room table in front of Mom, Dad, Miss Brenda, and especially Tiffany
kind of turned me on ... not that it took much to turn me on nowadays.  I
figured Ryan chose the more conservative Pilgrim costume for the same
reason ... because of the women in the room.
      "Well, let's go see what I have in stock."
      "Uh, Mr. um ..."
      "Barnard."
      "Mr. Barnard, don't you have to take measurements?" I asked.
      "Well, all these costumes are ..."
      I wiggled my eyebrows salaciously.
      "Oh, yes, of course.  How forgetful of me."  Then just to make sure
he was thinking what I was thinking he asked me, "Uh, which one should I
start with?"
      "Me!" Collin shouted.
      "Okay, Collin," Mr Barnard said.  "I'll get my tape measure."
      He sat at his desk, reached into a drawer and pulled out the tape.
It was dusty from having not been used in a long time.
      "Well, Collin," I said, "what are you waiting for?  Get undressed so
he can measure you."
      Superman changing in the phone booth took more time.
      "Oh, my.  I didn't ... uh ..."
      "Oh," I said, "are we embarrassing you?"
      "Uh, well, just a little," Mr. Barnard said without taking his eyes
off Collin's complete nakedness.
      "Collin said you didn't have a problem the last time.  In fact, I
understand he left you his underpants."
      "Yes, yes he did," Mr. Barnard said nervously.  Leaning down, he
opened the bottom drawer of his desk and retrieved a zip lock baggie.
Folded neatly inside were Collin's underpants.  He held them up like a
trophy ... which I'm sure they were, to him.  "Here they are.  You can have
them.  I uh ... forgot to write his address on the sales slip when he was
here before and I had no way of returning them."
      "No, no.  You keep them.  He wanted you to have them," I assured him.
      "Really?"
      I looked at Caleb and cocked my head.
      He got naked and Denny followed suit.  Seeing what was going on,
Caitlin stripped, too.
      "No need to keep the busy man waiting," I said, as I began to slowly
undress.
      "Oh, I'm not busy.  I've got all day.  This is a slow week.
Christmas rentals don't usually start until next week.
      "Good," I said moving in front of him, blocking his view of the
others.  "You want to measure big-to-small or small-to-big?"
      "Oh, my, yes, that IS a big one," he said, looking at my hardening
cock expanding my boxer briefs.  "Yes.  Yes.  You were Dracula for
Halloween as I recall."
       I felt that being-naked-in-public thrill Caleb was talking about
... and I wasn't even naked OR in public.
      I moved out of the way and gently urged Collin forward.  "He asked
first," I said.
      Ryan stripped to his boxers but I didn't think he would go any
farther, so I kept my shorts on, too, so he wouldn't feel like the odd man
out.
      Mr. Barnard was very careful measuring the boy.  So much so that I
knew I would have to intervene.
      "Since he's going as an Indian, maybe you need to measure around here
to make sure you get the loincloth the right size."  I pulled the tape down
from around Collin's waist to his butt which forced the front of the tape
... the end Mr. Barnard was holding ... to end up poised dramatically over
Collin's cock.
      "Oh, my," Mr. Barnard said.
      Collin threw a boner.
      "Oops," I said, "Maybe you better measure that twice, just to make
sure you've got it right."
      "Yes, yes, I guess I should.  We certainly want to leave room for
... uh ... that!"
      "Caleb, you're next."
      From the sound of his breathing, I thought Mr. Barnard was going to
have a heart attack.
      "Would you like to get more comfortable?" I asked.
      "Comfortable?" he asked.
      "Less clothes."
      "Oh, no.  That' wouldn't be professional.  I mean ..."
      "It's not like anyone's going to be coming in.  And it's okay with
us, right kids?"
      "But I ..."
      "Please," Collin pleaded.
      "Pretty please," Denny begged.
      "Oh, I really shouldn't."
      "Why?" Caitlin said.  "Because of me?  Don't worry.  We all fuck
around together, so seeing you naked ..."
      "Caitlin," I said, angrily, "now you've gone too far.  Now he knows
our secret."
      "Oh!" Caitlin yelped like she was truly sorry.  "You won't give our
little secret away, will you, Mr. Barnard?
      "No, no, of course not."
      Then with a devious look on her face she said, "What can we do to
make sure you won't tell?"

      To be continued.  Send comments, if you want, to jockhunger@yahoo.com