Date: Wed, 22 Nov 2006 12:40:13 -0600
From: jockhunger@yahoo.com
Subject: Sharin 8

Sharin'
Chapter Eight - Major Concern

	Thursday evening after Geoff got home from work, he asked
Trevor, "In lieu of watching porno tonight, can we just sit around and
talk?"
	"If it's about sex," Trevor agreed, looking over at Anita for
acceptance, since she was 'in charge.'
	Even as she nodded her approval, the phone rang.  It was Sharon,
inviting herself over.
	"Of course!" Anita agreed, glad to have another female in the
house.  "The boys want to talk.  Is that okay?"
	"My boys or yours?" Sharon asked.
	"Geoff."
	"So long as it's about sex."
	"That's what Trevor said."
	"I'll be there in ten minutes, tops," Sharon said, hanging up the
phone as she spoke.
	"What I'm really wondering about is ... uh ... how many in your
family are into incest?" Geoff asked.
	"All of us!" Devon said proudly.
	"SOME more than OTHERS," Trevor said, smiling at his younger
brother like his comment was meant to be an accusation.
	"What's that mean?" Geoff asked.
	"At age six, we were allowed to engage in oral sex," Trevor said,
"... if we wanted to."
	"We had to wait until we were ten before we were allowed to take
it up the ass," Devon said.  From his impish smile, one could assume he
LIKED being old enough to 'take it up the ass.'
	Geoff shook his head in disbelief.
	"The Major, ... our dad ... ran a tight ship," Trevor said.
"He's a Marine ..."
	"Was," Devon interrupted.
	"Once a Marine, always a Marine," Trevor corrected his brother
before he continued.  "What The Major did with us was ... he let us
fuck Walter first."
	"He what!  Why?" Geoff asked.
	"But before any of us ten-year-olds got butt-fucked, we had to
fuck someone else," Devon said, ignoring Trevor's attempt to interrupt
him.
	Trevor smiled a brotherly smile, understanding that at one point
in his life, HE had been the one doing the interrupting.
	"Why?" Geoff asked.
	"That way, we'd know how awesome it felt to fuck someone.  We'd
know what our partner was feeling when he was fucking US--and what
pleasure we could provide by enduring a butt-fuck."
	Trevor added, "It's amazing how much discomfort you can endure
when you know your lover is deriving so much pleasure from it."
	"Discomfort?  Don't you mean pain?" Geoff asked.
	"No," Devon defended, "properly done, getting butt-fucked can be
as pleasurable as getting a blowjob."
	"No fuckin' way!" Geoff scoffed.
	"Doorstop can cum if he's fucked just right," Trevor said.
	"Without even touching myself," Devon said proudly, making a
jack-off motion with his right fist.
	"That's just something gay guys say to talk other guys into
getting butt-fucked," Lance said.
	"Yeah," Geoff said, "It's like ... an urban myth.  So many people
have repeated the story, guys begin to believe it ... even when it's
not true."
	Sharon let herself in, calling out, "Okay if I get naked?"
	"Nudity is NOT an option," Geoff called out with a chuckle, "it's
MANDATORY!"
	"Anyway, Sharon was the only one who was off limits until she was
twelve," Trevor said as his naked sister walked into the family room.
	"Why twelve?" Geoff asked.
	"The Major wanted HER to decide how far she wanted to go with us
guys ... probably something to do with that protective father/daughter
bond."
	"Dad was in the Marines for thirty-four years," Sharon said,
picking up the conversation like anyone with eleven brothers would
learn to do.  "When he retired, he told us HE was finally the
commanding officer--of his household, anyway.  Walter, my oldest
brother, was about eighteen at the time.  I was almost nine."
	"Walter?" Lance asked, knowing the names of her other brothers
were more contemporary, like Caleb, Evyn and Travis.
	"He was named after The Major's dad," Trevor explained.
	"Oh," Lance said.
	"The tribulations of being the first-born," Anita said, "at least
in a traditional family."
	"We're hardly traditional!" Trevor said.
	"So I noticed,"	Geoff said.  "You call your dad, 'The Major'
but Sharon and Devon don't.  How come?"
	"Mom and the older boys call him 'The Major,'" Trevor said.
"When Sharon came along, she started calling him 'Dad' and he allowed
it.  The younger boys kinda go back and forth ... depending on the
situation."
	"So, anyway," Sharon continued, "Dad said, 'Now that I'm retired,
I'm in charge.  Any time I walk in the room, somebody better be having
sex with somebody--even if it's with themselves.'  Of course, that was
conveyed more like an order than a suggestion."
	"We had a huge house," Trevor said.  "Four bedrooms plus a den
that we used as a nursery for the three youngest boys."
	"Josh, Tanner and Trent hadn't been born yet." Devon said.  "I
think I was three at the time, so the three youngest would have been
Brett, me and Travis."
	"I remember, Walter was moving to his new digs on campus" Trevor
said, "and I was excited about having my own room for the first time in
my life."
	"Back to Dad," Sharon said.  "So, anyway, Dad would walk into a
room unannounced.  If whoever was in the room didn't stop what they
were doing and engage in some kind of sexual activity, there was hell
to pay."
	"Don't I know!" Trevor said with a grimace.  "I remember this one
time when I was half-asleep on the couch when The Major walked in.  I
didn't hear him until he coughed out a military sounding 'Hrumph!'  I
was so startled, I rolled off the sofa onto the floor."
	"Was that the night of the gangbang?" Sharon asked, helping her
brother tell the tale.
	"Yeah," Trevor said wistfully.  "Like I say, I was so startled, I
just sat there with my butt resting on my heels, looking up at him.
That's when he says ... angrily ... 'You defying a direct order, boy?'
I just shook my head 'no'."
	"You could have started jackin' off," Sharon offered.
	"I know.  I could have crawled over and sucked his cock, too, but
I didn't think of that, either."
	"Anyway, Trevor became Dad's whipping boy after that," Sharon
said.  Then she looked at her brother imploringly, unsure if he wanted
the rest of the story told.
	"The Major called a dozen or more of his Marine grunts and
arranged for them to come over later that night," Trevor confessed.
	"That was the night Dad had all us kids ... except the two
youngest ones at the time ... sit around and watch." Sharon added.
	"I guess they were hand-picked," Trevor continued, "because none
of us were allowed to get dressed--not even Mom.  The grunts stripped
at the front door and lined up for inspection."
	"Short arm inspection is what the Marines call it," Sharon
clarified.
	"But when he'd want all of us boys to line up for pecker
inspection," Trevor said, "The Major would called out 'Dangle Parade!'
It was his way of humiliating us by referring to our dicks like they
were just little dangling worms."
	"Anyway," Sharon said, "us kids watched as Dad walked along the
rank of men that had come over, hefting each one's cock and balls,
skinning back the foreskin that some of them had and generally just
humiliating the guys."
	"The grunts," Trevor corrected his sister.
"The Major always called them 'grunts.'  They were never 'the guys.'
That would have been too familiar ... too friendly a term.  They were
always his subordinates."
	"But you said he retired," Randy said, confused.
	"Even retired, he commanded respect from them.  It's like some
kind of military code of honor or something."
	"Oh," Randy said.
	"Half of 'em were sportin' wood even before he got to 'em,"
Sharon said.  "I think he had done this sort of thing with them before.
I don't know why or where but they all felt comfortable with the
inspection even if they were uneasy about having it performed in front
of young kids."
	Then Trevor said, "The Major shouted, 'Boy, get up on that coffee
table.'  I was sixteen, almost seventeen at the time.  I was just sure
the table would collapse.  'On your hands and knees,' he ordered."
	"Trevor looked like he was more afraid of breaking Mom's coffee
table than he was about whatever it was Dad had planned for him."
	"I was," Trevor snickered.  "Up till then, Mom was the punishment
enforcer--never The Major.  When he was working every day, it was like
... when he got home from work, he didn't want to make any more
decisions or order anyone around any longer."
	"Except Mom," Sharon said.  "she always caught the flack for us.
He treated her with respect most of the time but she also knew he would
humiliate her in public at the drop of a hat--whenever it suited him."
	"Well," Trevor said, "I was on my hands and knees on the table,
expecting to get a public spanking, when The Major ordered me to call
out a letter of the alphabet."
	"By 'call out,' he means in a military tone of voice like a
recruit," Sharon explained.
	"Naturally, I chose 'T' because it was the first letter of my own
name.  The Major then ordered me to call out a rank.  I chose sergeant."
	"That's when Sergeant Thompson stood up and shouted, 'With your
permission, SIR!'" Sharon said.
	"The sergeant stepped in front of me and dangled his flaccid cock
in my face.  Somehow, I knew The Major wanted me to suck him.  Once I
got Sergeant Thompson hard, he moved around to my ass.  As he shoved
his grunt cock up my ass, The Major told me to call out another letter.
I chose the letter 'S',"
	"He didn't use lube or a condom or anything?" Randy asked.
	"I'm sure The Major had the medical lowdown on ALL his grunts.
But no.  No lube.  Dry as sandpaper."
	"Why, 'S'?" Lance asked, looking at Sharon for answers.
	"When Sergeant Thompson moved out of my line of vision to fuck
me, Sharon was the first person I saw.  I couldn't tell from her wild-
eyed expression if she was frightened or excited.  I guess it was MY
way of comforting her.  You know, paying her a compliment by choosing
the first letter of HER name.  I remember she smiled ... to ... like,
comfort me."
	"Dad had never done anything like this before," Sharon said.
"During most of our lives, sex among us kids was encouraged.
Occasionally, sex with Mom and Dad was allowed, too.  There were rules
and age limitations but otherwise, it was a sexual free-for-all."
	"She means The Major never brought grunts to the house.  No
strangers.  Not even family.  You know, aunts, uncles, cousins," Trevor
explained.
	"I had sex with cousin Richie," Devon said, "but that wasn't
until two years ago."
	Sharon said, "I was wild-eyed because it was the first time I'd
seen the cocks of non-family guys.  I was fascinated by their shapes
and sizes--cut and uncut!"
	"I guess there was only one grunt there whose name started with
the letter 'S' so he stepped in front of me," Trevor said.  "I knew
what to do.  I knew as soon as I got him hard, he would replace the
grunt who was fucking my ass."
	"Then it really WAS a gangbang?" Lance asked in disbelief.
	"If the guy fucking me didn't cum before the next guy was hard
enough to fuck me, he got to come back for seconds," Trevor said.
"Just about all of 'em held off from cumming, too.  Only the youngest
recruits popped a quick load."
	"What was your mother doing during all this?" Anita asked
fearfully.
	Trevor said, "When she started to protest, The Major threatened
her.  He told her she'd be next if she tried to interfere."
	"Needless to say, she was pregnant, so she kept her mouth shut,"
Sharon said.
	"So how many guys were there?" Lance asked, appalled.
	"It's hard to say.  Fourteen grunts but most of 'em fucked me
more than once and some came back for thirds.  Once they were all
fucked out, The Major passed around a couple cases of beer and then he
fucked me steadily until the last bottle was empty."
	"How awful," Anita said sympathetically.
	"You'd think so," Trevor said, shaking his head slowly.  "But the
whole time those grunts were fucking me, I was thinking about how I
could get revenge.  I considered every evil thought a sixteen year old
could come up with.  But you know ... when The Major started fucking
me, my thoughts and emotions reverted back to all those times he'd
protected me.  There was the time the thunder and lightning scared me
and I climbed in bed with them.  I got in on HIS side of the bed, not
Mom's.  It was ME who convinced HIM that I'd feel more protected if
he'd sleep with his cock up my ass during the storm."
	"When did you do that?  What age?" Sharon asked, like it was the
first time she'd heard about it.  "I did the same thing."
	"Eight, maybe nine." Trevor said thoughtfully.
	"Me, too," Sharon said.  "I was about that age, too.  I remember
thinking at the time that if Dad were INSIDE me, he would be able to
protect me both inside and out."
	"That's kinda how I felt, too." Trevor said.
	"I thought you had to be ten," Lance said.
	"That rule started after Sharon was born," Trevor said, "but only
after The Major had gotten a piece of her ass."
	"It sure brings a whole new meaning to 'I got your back,' huh?"
Randy said.
	"But back to the night of the grunts," Trevor said.  "While some
new grunt was fucking me, I went off into daydream land.  Some kind of
defense mechanism, I guess.  Anyway, for some reason, I remembered the
time I got into a fight with some neighbor kid.  The Major let me
battle it out for a while before he came out and broke it up.  When I
asked him why he didn't come out earlier, he said, 'You were being
bested.  I had to wait until you got the upper hand and started
pummeling the other guy.  Otherwise he would have gone around telling
people I SAVED you.  As it was, I ended up saving him from a whuppin'.
Ya see?"
	"That makes sense," Geoff said with a touch of respect in his
tone for Trevor's otherwise abusive dad.
	"He said I needed to know how much pain I could endure.  He told
me he was glad I'd stood up for myself because fighting was man's way
of displaying their stupidity, while fighting 'back' was man's way of
proving superiority."
	Geoff said, "It sounds like you've made peace with yourself about
the gangbang."
	"Actually, The Major and I worked it out together.  That night,
after all the grunts went home and we all headed for bed, The Major
told the family I was going to sleep with him.  He told Mom to sleep
with Walter."
	"Ordered her to," Sharon said.
	"I started to crawl into bed on Mom's side," Trevor said.  "The
Major stopped me and told me I was the man of the family for the night
and I was to sleep on HIS side of the bed.  That surprised the hell out
of me!"
	"I guess!" Sharon said, "No one has EVER slept on Dad's
side of the bed except Dad."
	"Once I was under the covers, The Major said, 'Son, you can use
me like a woman tonight.  You can force me to do anything you can
think of ... I'll do it.  No reprisals.  You're the commander
tonight.'  Well, like I say, I'd already thought about it ... kinda."
	"But you were only one sixteen-year-old boy, not sixteen horny
grunts," Lance said.  "How could he think that was a fair trade-off?"
	"The Major wasn't averse to sucking us boys off once in a while,
but I think it was always his way of apologizing for something," Trevor
said.  "But the whole family knew The Major's ass was virgin.  He
probably KNEW I'd try to fuck him.  Anyway, I was still so horned up
from the gangbang.  I'd cum a couple of times--on the top of Mom's
coffee table--but I was still horny."
	"You WERE a teenager, after all," Geoff smiled.
	"Yeah, so I made The Major blow me.  Then I rolled him over and
fucked him--dry, no lube.  He just gritted his teeth and grimaced."
	"Trevor was already big in the dick department," Sharon said.
	"After I dropped my first load, I started to get up to look for
Mom's dildo collection but I stopped myself just in time."
	"Mom kept the dildos hidden in her room so the boys didn't
'experiment around with 'em' when nobody was home," Sharon offered as
an explanation.  "But we ALL knew where they were hidden."
	"Instead, I figured I'd humiliate The Major by making HIM go get
'em.  When he got out of bed, his cock was still squeezing out cum from
the orgasm he experienced while I was fucking him.  I looked at the bed
sheet and saw a huge puddle of spent cum.  When he came back with the
bag of dildos, I made him lie on his back in the middle of the cold wet
cum."
	"God, that's a miserable feeling, isn't it?" Lance asked without
expecting anyone to answer--just to agree.
	"I dumped all the dildos out on the bed.  Then I told The Major
to choose one.  He grabbed one--slightly smaller in diameter than my
own dick.  I think he thought I'd choose the next size bigger to shove
into him.  I had other plans."
	"You mean you didn't?" Randy exclaimed, like that was what he
would have done to punish his tormentor.
	"Nope.  I stuck it in his mouth and told him to bite down on it
'cuz the rest of the night was gonna hurt like hell."
	"What did you do?" Randy asked excitedly.
	"Keep quiet," Lance said.  "He'll tell us."
	"I took the two smallest ones and stuck them up his ass ... first
one and then the other one right in beside it."
	"Like a double fuck?" Randy asked wide-eyed.
	"Yeah.  Then I removed the smallest one and inserted the next
larger one."
	"How many dildos were there?"
	"Eight or nine.  Anyway, I kept taking the smaller of the two out
and inserting the next larger one.  You should have seen the pain on
his face when I had to skip over the next larger one ... the one he had
in his mouth ... and move on the next larger one."
	"You didn't use Jumbo, did you?" Sharon asked in disbelief.
	"No.  The Major bought Jumbo a week or so later but the combined
diameter of the last two dildos up his ass were probably equal to
Jumbo's girth."
	"No way!" Sharon squealed with glee.  "You never told me about
that night."
	"At the time, you were too young.  I never thought it was
important after you got older."
	With a shocked looked of a sudden realization, Sharon said, "Oh
my god, Trevor!  Dad was an anal virgin.  I can't believe he just laid
there and let you do that to him."
	"Me either.  The whole time I was doing it, I was thinking he was
gonna snap out of it, go berserk and kill me.  Fear is a powerful
emotion but you know what?  I stayed hard the whole time I was doin' it
to him."
	"It sounds like revenge is just as powerful an emotion," Geoff
said, looking first at Lance and then Randy skeptically.
	"So what did you do after that?" Randy asked.
	"I removed the dildo from his mouth and made him blow me, again.
Then I pissed in his mouth and made him swallow it.  After that, I sat
on his face and made him eat my ass while I jacked him off.  When he
came, I caught it in my hand and made him eat that, too."
	"Oh, man, he must have been pissed," Randy said as he stroked his
erection.
	"I thought he would be," Trevor said, "but about then, I told him
I was tired from all the fucking I'd endured and ready to quit for the
night.  I started to remove the dildos from his ass and he told me to
leave 'em."
	"Really?" Lance exclaimed.
	"I rolled over with my back to him and he asked if I was okay ...
physically ... was I torn or bleeding or anything.  Then he asked if I
understood why he did what he did."
	"He didn't!" Anita shouted.
	"Well, after that question, I was no longer sleepy.  I hadn't
thought of the ordeal as any kind of a learning lesson.  So, while he
slept, I debated why he had me gang-fucked.  I finally fell asleep,
still not knowing.  Sometime during the night, I felt his hard-on
caught between his belly and my butt cheek.  Instinctively, I snuggled
it into my bung and slid down the whole length.  It was something he
and I would do from time to time, so I didn't think anything more about
it."
	"You were still considering him as your protector?" Lance yelped.
	"Yeah, I guess.  The Major wrapped his arm around me, pulled me
to his chest and said, 'I did it 'cuz I love you, son.'  So, once
again, I laid awake trying to figure out his reasoning."
	"He was just trying to fuck with your mind, huh?" Randy asked,
not really understanding any better than the rest of the group.
	"I think he was trying to make Trevor feel like the gangbang was
less humiliating than it really was," Lance said.
	"So," Geoff asked speculatively, "you forgave him?"
	"Yeah, ya see, after breakfast the next morning, we had a long
talk.  He told me he'd been watching me and he knew I was gay--more gay
than bisexual, anyway.  It was his way of helping me understand that I
was gay and he was okay with it."
	"Did you just make that up as a learning lesson for ME so I'd
feel better about Randy?" Geoff asked.
	"How could he?" Anita asked.  "Sharon and Devon filled in missing
pieces while he was telling it."
	"Oh, yeah," Geoff said, "so, I guess you boys were introduced to
gay sex at a pretty early age, huh?"
	"Actually," Sharon said, "they were introduced to straight sex
first.  All the boys took to muff diving as naturally as babies take to
nursing ... except ... at a later age of course."
	"The younger ones had the benefit of both Mom AND Sharon," Trevor
said.
	"How so?" Lance asked.
	"Ya see," Devon said, "Mom gave us our baths ... tub baths ...
until Sharon was old enough to take over.  Then, when we were old
enough to take showers ..."
	"Around five or six," Trevor said, while Devon continued to
explain.
	"... either Sharon or Mom would shower with us."
	"Just to make sure they didn't slip and fall in the tub," Trevor
interjected.
	"Anyway," Devon continued as if he hadn't been interrupted, "we
were just the right height to be face-to-face with their pussies.  So
it was just natural for us to ... uh ... check out the ... difference
between boys and girls."
	"None of us kids were allowed to observe any sex acts until we
were ten," Trevor said.  "Dad was still working and sex was relegated
to 'after the younger ones were put to bed.'"
	"But, if one of the boys displayed an interest in sex BEFORE age
ten, Dad took him aside and gave him 'The Lecture'," Sharon said.
	"The Lecture?" Geoff asked.
	Devon said, "No fucking Sharon.  No butt-fucking each other until
we were ten"
	"So ... basically, you boys really were introduced to ...
straight sex long before you got involved in ..." Geoff said.
	"If you consider using your sister's pussy as a facecloth for
sex, yeah," Devon said.  "For a lot of years, it was just another
bathtub toy.  Then, when our balls started producing testosterone, our
OWN toys became more interesting."  He looked down at the hard-on in
his lap to emphasize his intended meaning.
	"For the most part, the five older boys muffed Mom," Trevor said.
"We kinda considered Sharon ... off limits because of her youth."
	"Until Evyn asked why they couldn't fuck Sharon," Devon
interjected.
	"Dad explained to them--again--that my ass and mouth were
community property.  It was just my pussy that was off limits."
	"Yeah," Devon said proudly, "and it was up to all of us guys to
help defend it."
	"Don't I know," Lance said.  "When I told the guys at school I
wanted to date you, no less than a dozen guys warned me about your
brothers."
	"So you got butt-fucked by your brothers?" Geoff asked Sharon.
	"Occasionally.  Mostly they had each other to be all macho with
so they pretty much left me alone ... except when they wanted some
strange."
	Randy looked at Lance, remembering their discussion after Sharon
had given him his first blowjob.  At the time, Lance thought they had
been dating so long that Sharon was beginning to want some "strange,"
too.
	"The younger boys could butt-fuck the older boys ... or mom ...
but they couldn't GET fucked until they were ten ..." Trevor said.
	"Or until they wanted to be ... after age ten," Sharon clarified.
	"Anyway," Devon continued, "even though I'd never seen any of the
guys muff diving, one night when we were showering, I stuck my nose in
Sharon's pussy.  That's the night I got The Lecture.  After that, I was
allowed to participate ... in sex.  Except I was sworn to secrecy as
far as my younger brothers were concerned."
	"Oddly enough, the other boys began muff diving at about the same
age," Sharon said.  "Tanner's three and Trent's five.  They're both
still taking tub baths."
	Looking over at Randy, Geoff knew what his son wanted to ask but
was afraid to voice.  "So, you all ended up getting butt-fucked ...
eventually."'
	"Not necessarily," Devon said.
	Randy's mood turned sullen.
	"Travis is fifteen," Devon continued, "and he's NEVER been butt-
fucked ... never even shown an interest in it."
	"Of course ... he doesn't show much interest in sex of ANY
kind," Trevor said.
	"True," Sharon said.  "In fact, now that you mention it, he never
showed much interest in ME, either."  Turning to Devon, she asked, "Has
he had The Lecture?"
	"Don't know," both brothers said at the same time.
	Trevor shrugged.
	"Is his nickname 'Dalai Lama'?" Randy asked smiling.
	"No," Sharon said in a distracted tone.
	"Was it painful?" Geoff asked, adding, "... being fucked."
	"Depends," Devon said.
	Again Randy got sullen.  These responses were not what he wanted
his dad to hear.
	"If your top knows what he's doing ..."
	"Top?" Geoff asked.
	"The aggressor," Devon clarified.  "They don't actually have to be
on top.  I mean, a guy can sit on the top's dick and they're still the
'top' ... the active rather than the passive."
	"Okay, I get it," Geoff said.
	"Uh ... oh yeah, so if they're good at butt-fucking, there's no
pain at all.  If they're kinda new at it, he might hurt a little."
	"But big ones hurt worse, right?" Geoff asked.
	"Not necessarily," Devon said.
	Randy's mood perked up.
	"Caleb's not real big, smaller than Trevor and Dad ..."
	"And you," Trevor said admiringly.
	"... but his butt-fucks are painful.  Tolerable but more painful
than the other guys.  Then there's Evyn.  He's smaller than me, older
but smaller in the dick department and I could take a fuck from him all
night long."
	"I've done it all night long with Evyn," Trevor said, "and I
definitely agree."
	"I think it has to do with a guy's mental state," Sharon said.
"Caleb is a very self-involved person.  He doesn't think of others ...
about what would make THEM happy."
	"Yeah, he's all about 'me, me, me,'" Devon said disparagingly.
	"So when he fucks ... it's only for what enjoyment HE gets out of
it."
	"How sad," Anita said, not realizing how close those observations
came to describing Geoff's relationship with her until Sharon
intervened.
	"Maybe it's because he's never been made love to," Randy said.
He had been uncommonly quiet during the discussion because he didn't
want his dad to think he was leading the discussion in one direction
more than another.  That and he had always been taught to mind his
manners around guests.  But at this point he felt he had something to
add.
	"He's twenty-four," Devon said.  "He's had so much sex I'm
surprised his dick isn't worn down smaller than a well-used pencil
eraser."
	"Not sex," Randy said, "'love.'  Maybe he was butt-fucked ...
without the benefit of love."
	"Which means what?" Geoff asked.
	"Maybe if somebody showed him how to ... be tender in his
lovemaking ... instead of instinctual, like an animal ... he could
learn to be ..."
	"By damn," Sharon shouted, "I think you're right!  I'll talk to
Mom and Dad about it."
	"I hope so," Devon said, "or he'll never find a girlfriend willing
to marry him."
	"So the reason you guys ... uh ... butt-fuck, is why?" Geoff
asked.
	"The Major says it makes you more of a man," Trevor said.
	"Uh ... say what?  Wouldn't it make you more of a pussy?  No
offense Sharon."
	"Anyone can inflict pain," Trevor said.
	"Most anyone," Devon said, knowing he didn't enjoy causing ANYone
pain.
	"We're not talking in absolutes.  My comments aren't meant to be
all-inclusive, but The Major says the only way for a man to become a
whole man is to learn to tolerate pain, too."
	"Kinda the Marine credo, don't ya think?" Randy said.
	"Anyone's army," Trevor said.
	"Except the Swiss Guards at the Vatican, maybe," Devon said with
a smirk.
	"I'm sure they're just as well-trained as any other army ...
except they keep their focus on peace rather than aggression."
	"I don't understand," Geoff said.  "If it's not painful, how does
that make you tougher?"
	"If a guy's really tense ... the bottom," Devon said, "it can
hurt worse than a kick to the nuts."
	Randy's expression dropped, crestfallen, knowing that comment
wouldn't further his cause.
	"That's why, when Squirt said that about making love," Devon said,
"it all made sense.  Like if you and Lance fucked Randy, he wouldn't
feel any pain."
	"Or minimal at best," Trevor said.  "In fact, I could tell you in
two questions if he'd have any pain."
	"How?"
	"Do you play with your ass when you jack off?" Trevor asked Randy.
	Randy nodded affirmatively, a little embarrassed to admit it to
strangers--almost strangers.
	"Two fingers?"
	Another nod.
	"He's ready."
	To shift the discussion away from his embarrassing private
habits, Randy said, "You said The Major cummed while you were fucking
him with the dildos,"
	"Yeah," Trevor said.  "That was one huge wet puddle he had to
sleep in that night."
	"Oh, you're talking about that urban myth again, right?" Geoff
scoffed as he looked at his younger son with skepticism for seriously
believing in such an absurd tale.
	"It's not even possible ... physically ... biologically ... you
know, cum without touching yourself," Lance said skeptically.
	"I'll make you a deal, Geoff," Trevor said.  "If I can fuck a
load out of Doorstop, will you let Lance butt-fuck you?"
	"I don't want to fuck Dad!"  Turning from Trevor to look at his
dad, Lance said, "Sorry, Dad, it's just ..."
	"No, no!  Don't apologize," Geoff chuckled uncomfortably.
	"Fuckin' Dad would be no different than butt-fuckin' Sharon ...
and that's the only way she lets me fuck her, so why would I even WANT
to ... do it ... to ... Dad?"
	"Once your dad knows how pleasurable it is to be on the receiving
end, he won't be so resistant to fucking Randy."
	"I can't get butt-fucked no matter HOW pleasurable it is," Geoff
protested.
	"Why not?" Trevor challenged.
	"Because ..."  Geoff looked at Anita for help.
	Shrugging her shoulders, Anita said, "Why not?"
	"Yeah, Dad," Randy argued, "you've always said 'because' was
never an acceptable answer."
	Indignantly, Geoff said, "Well, for one ... I'm not gay."
	"What about you, Lance?" Trevor asked.  "You willing to take one
for the team just to prove a point?"
	"One what?" Lance asked like his thoughts were elsewhere.
	"Would you take it up the ass to prove to your dad that getting
fucked isn't gonna kill Randy?"
	Lance looked over at Randy forlornly.  Seeing Randy's pleading
eyes did nothing to strengthen his resolve.  "Uh, Trevor, that's HIS
thing, not mine.  I'm ..."
	"Not gay?  I know.  But you're not a murderer either, right?"
	"Right," Lance said quizzically.
	"If you and I held guns right now, yours aimed at me and mine
aimed at Randy, would you shoot me?"
	"I've never fired a gun in my life," Lance said defensively.
	"Dude, neither of us is holding guns.  This is hypothetical.
Assume we're both expert marksmen.  Would you shoot me?"
	"No!  I'd try to reason with you."
	"We've talked for eighteen hours and you know I'm ready to shoot
your brother.  Would you shoot me first?"
	"Fuck yeah!  When you put it that way."
	"Now, assume you know I'm a better shot ... faster and more
accurate than you."
	"Okay," Lance said warily, wondering where this was leading.
	Geoff and Anita sat mesmerized by the hypnotic verbal scenario
as they sparred with each other.  Randy's eyes darted between the two
young men as each one spoke, equally curious about the line of
questioning.
	Trevor clasped both hands together and pointed both index fingers
toward Randy like he was holding a gun.  "You also know I can swing my
aim around and shoot you before you can squeeze off a round."
	"Impossible."
	"Oh yeah?  You'd be a stationary target while I'd be a moving
target because I'd be doing the unexpected."
	"Well, yeah, I guess," Lance said, conceding Trevor's point.
	"Would you be willing to take a bullet to possibly save your
brother's life?"  When Lance hesitated, Trevor continued.  "I might not
kill you but I'd wound you."
	"I guess I'm missing the point," Lance said, confused.
	"It would give Randy a chance to escape."
	"Since you put it that way, yeah, I'd take a bullet to save his
life."
	"Okay, now let's bring this little scenario back to the matter at
hand.  You take one up the butt and prove to your dad it won't kill
Randy and Devon and I won't gangbang your brother all night."
	"You wouldn't dare," Lance threatened.
	Looking over at Anita, Trevor asked, "Would I?"
	They all knew Anita was in charge.
	'She'd never let Randy get gang-raped,' Geoff thought.
	'Mom wouldn't allow that,' Lance thought.
	Randy looked back and forth between his mom and his dad.  'Why
won't Dad just agree to take my virginity?  We wouldn't have to go
through all this.'
	'I don't think I could stand to see my son raped,' Anita thought,
'no matter how much he THINKS he'd enjoy it.  But I can't force Lance
to take it up the ass just to appease Geoff's sense of right or wrong.
Hell, I'D rather be raped than force either of my sons into it.'
	Geoff was astonished that it was taking his wife so long to
respond with the obvious, 'No, of course I wouldn't let my son be
gang-raped.'
	"We have an alternative," Anita said.  She looked at Sharon who
had been abnormally quiet during all this.
	Sharon gave her a comforting smile.
	Geoff breathed a sigh of relief, proud that he had married a
level-headed woman who could come up with a reasonable alternative.
	"We can end all this right now ..." Anita said.
	Sad faces popped up around the room, none more so than Randy's.
	"And Randy can learn about gay sex from strangers in back alleys
and shopping mall restrooms."
	"Anita!" Geoff admonished.
	Turning to look at Geoff, she said, "Or ... Geoff can act like a
father and take the bullet for both his sons."
	"Mom!" Lance and Randy whined.
	Trevor and Devon smiled.
	Randy said, "Let's just forget it.  I'll just ... I'll just ..."
	"Just what?" Anita barked angrily.  "We all know, now, that I was
substituting church and cooking ... and knitting for sexual
frustration.  Randy, you know how obsessive I am about pet projects.
Can you imagine what your life would be like?  You'd end up
substituting drugs and alcohol for what you really want."
	"Anita," Geoff said, "if I did that, I'd ... be ..."
	"Queer?" Anita asked, spitting the word out like it was a vile
thought.
	"Yeah!  But no.  I mean, I'd be less of a man ... in your eyes."
When Anita's expression didn't change, Geoff asked, "Wouldn't I?"
	"I think you're all missing the point," Devon said in that way
children have of stating the obvious.  "Randy's the one who wants to
get fucked.  He should be the one to make the decision about who he's
gonna lose his virginity to.  Will it be here at home with a loving and
caring family or will it be out on the streets with potentially abusive
strangers."
	"Doorstop's right," Trevor said apologetically.  "I shouldn't
have tried to complicate things."
	"It's just that I don't want to hurt him," Geoff pleaded.
	"He'll let you know if it hurts," Devon said.
	"He's a smart kid," Trevor said, smiling at Randy.  "If he can't
take the pain, he'll tell you.  But I can tell you from experience,
there won't be any ... minimal at best."
	"How can you be so sure?  I've got a pretty big cock," Geoff
argued.
	Devon looked at Randy before he said, "His love for you is a
whole lot bigger that your cock and like they say, 'Love conquers
all'."
	Geoff dropped his forehead into the palms of his hands and rested
his elbows on his knees.  Staring at the floor, Geoff said quietly,
"Randy, it's not that I don't want to.  It's not because it's ... a
queer thing to do."
	Everyone kept quiet, knowing Geoff had to hear--out loud--what he
was thinking ... debating, actually.
	"I want you to know, son, I'd take that bullet.  I'd get butt-
fucked if it meant protecting you.  I would.  I really would.  But if
we cross that line ... either one of those lines ... there's no going
back."
	For the first time, Randy got a sparkle of hope in his eyes.
	"Son, if I got butt-fucked, you'd end up ... I don't know ...
hating me for being less of a man, maybe.  No matter what, somehow our
dynamics would change."
	Randy's glimmer of hope faded.
	"On the other hand, if I agreed to f... take your virginity and
... I don't know ... maybe I go berserk and I hurt you, I'd never be
able to live with myself.  Maybe it wouldn't be physical.  Maybe it
would be mental.  Is any of this making any sense?"
	Randy crawled over and, resting his naked butt on his heels much
like he did on Christmas mornings, he said, "Look at me, Dad."
	Geoff raised his face, resting his chin on his fists forlornly.
	"Mom's here to keep you sane.  The boys are here if you get too
rough but, Dad, if you agree to fuck me and you somehow went berserk
right in the middle of it, you could plow my ass with that baby maker
of yours until I bled to death and I'd die happy."
	Geoff's expression turned to one of fear.
	"But that won't happen because you love me."
	"Oh, god, son, I do.  I really do." Geoff was almost in tears.
	"Mom, can we use your bed?" Randy pleaded.
	"Hell yes!"
	"Dad, can we do this?" Randy asked, rising up to quickly kiss his
dad's lips.
	As Geoff backed away from the kiss, Randy snaked his hand along
his dad's thigh toward his treasure.  He continued to lean in until he
had Geoff's head trapped against the recliner's backrest and he kissed
his dad passionately--once Geoff opened up to the French kiss.  In the
meantime, Randy fondled his dad's moist erection.  He broke away from
the kiss reluctantly.
	"You've been hard the whole time, haven't you?"
	The look of shame on Geoff's face said it all but an imperceptible
nod confirmed his son's accusation.
	"You WANT to fuck my butt, dontcha?"
	Again, a slight nod.
	Randy grinned euphorically.
	"It's not anything I'd have thought up on my own but, yeah, I
guess all this hypothetical butt-fuckin' shit got to me.  I'm sorry."
	"Jeeze, Dad, you're only human.  All this talk would have made a
marble statue horny."
	"You got that right," Trevor said, lying back to display his
own erection.
	"Me, too," Devon said, fisting his own erection.
	"I'm hard, too, Dad, so I guess it's not ALL bad," Lance
confessed. "I'm so horny, I could fuck bark off a tree!"
	Anita looked around the room at all the sizes, shapes and
descriptions of cocks.  'God, I'd love to be gang-raped right now but
this is about Randy.  I'll worry about me, later.'  Standing, she
extended a hand to Geoff.  "C'mon, let's go turn down the bed."
	"God, no!"  Lance said in jest.  "We wouldn't want to wrinkle the
comforter."  Ever since his mom found her G-spot, whenever they were in
the throes of sex, his parents never took time, anymore, to turn down
the bed.
	As Anita followed Geoff toward their bedroom, she placed her hand
in the small of his back to get his attention.  She whispered, "No
matter what you do, hon, I'll still love you.  Nothing you do will ever
make you less of a man in my eyes."  Then she lowered her hand to
squeeze his butt cheek.  "Even if you lose your virginity in the
process."
	Her comment was meant to relax him but he flinched more from the
remark than from the touch.  The walk down the hallway was--to him--
much like the last mile for the "condemned."  He thought 'I still don't
understand why Randy wants to be gay ... and I definitely don't
understand why he wants to be butt-fucked.  That's just so unnatural.
But what's the MOST disturbing to me, I guess, is why he wants it to be
me.'
	Reluctance slowed Geoff's pace.  So, as he walked through the
doorway, Trevor, Devon, Sharon and Randy were already standing on the
far side of the king-sized bed facing him--like his own personal
firing squad.  Lance joined Anita to stand on either side of Geoff--in
case he decided to run.
	'All these years I thought I was being a model father by giving
the boys their space.  I didn't PRY into their affairs ... but I
answered any questions they had ... eventually.  How could I have been
so blind that I couldn't see Randy was ...?'  Then Geoff got a blank
look on his face as he thought, 'What DOES a gay guy look like?  How
does he act around his father ... before he comes out to him?'
	"Dad looks like a deer caught in the headlights," Randy said.
When Geoff's expression didn't change, he said consolingly, "Dad, it's
gonna be fine."  Getting no response, Randy said, "Lance, check him for
a pulse.  I think he's comatose."
	When Lance placed a hand on his dad's shoulder, Geoff jumped.
Startled out of his self-induced interrogation, he surveyed the scene.
Trevor was helping Sharon turn back the comforter.  'Am I really gonna
let this happen?' Geoff agonized.
	Trevor interpreted Geoff's hesitation to mean he didn't know what
was expected of him.  Trevor sat on the bed with his legs hanging over
the side.  Then he said,  "Come here."  He pointed to a spot between
his knees, indicating Geoff should kneel.
	"Let me help," Devon said eagerly.
	"Okay, but let him do it, though," Trevor warned.
	"Yeah, yeah," Devon said, "just pull your legs up to your chest,
Trev."
	Scooting his butt closer to the edge, Trevor raised his legs,
exposing his ass crack.
	Sharon nodded silently to Lance who stepped up to look over his
dad's shoulder.  "Lance, kneel on the bed and hold Trevor's knees up
for him."
	"But I want ..."
	A look from Sharon warned him to obey.
	When Lance got on the bed, Trevor craned his neck so Lance tucked
his knees under Trevor's head for support, like a pillow.  Once in
position, he realized his observation point was much better.  Geoff's
head wasn't in the way and it left Randy room to sidle up next to his
dad.  It also allowed Lance's cock to slither in Trevor's silky hair
like an eel in sea grass.
	"Okay," Devon said, "put your finger up my brother's hole."
	"Say what?"
	"Go on.  He's clean.  We douched each other this morning."
	"It's okay," Trevor said.  "If I can take Devon's monster, I can
take your finger."
	"I'll do it," Randy offered.
	"No, it's gotta be your dad," Trevor said, "so he'll know what it
feels like ... what muscles he'll be encountering."
	"Oh."
	With six-against-one odds, Geoff knew there was no way to refuse
so he resolutely put his fingertip to Trevor's pucker.  "Dry?" he
asked, trying to stall.
	"Sure.  If you can go in dry, think how much easier it'll be
greased up."
	"When you do it, look at his face," Devon said.  "Watch for
telltale signs of discomfort."
	"Like what?"
	"A grimace, gritting his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut."
	Geoff pressed inward and his finger slid in all the way to his
third knuckle.
	"See," Devon said.  "Now two."
	Two fingers went in easily ... and then three.
	Trevor never flinched.
	"Yeah, but you're used to taking it up the ass," Geoff said.
"Randy's not.  You've learned how to relax your muscles or hide your
pain."
	"Four fingers," Trevor panted, enjoying the feel of Geoff's
fingers.
	"Four?"
	"Then all five," Devon said.  "Then I'll fuck him.  Otherwise
he'll get blueballs."
	"You're kidding," Geoff said.
	"Nope.  Go on," Devon encouraged.
	Once all five fingers, formed into a cone, were in his ass up to
the third knuckle, Trevor said, "Okay, Doorstop, fuck me."
	"While I'm doin' that," Devon suggested, "you can start on
Randy's bunghole."
	"He's not ready," Geoff argued.
	Hopping onto the bed next to Trevor, Randy said, "Yeah I am.  I've been ready for five years."
	As Devon plowed his fat cock balls-deep into Trevor's ass, Trevor
said, "Randy, when he starts to push in, you press out like you're
gonna fart ... or take a dump."
	"Have you been to the bathroom today?" Devon asked.
	"Yeah.  This morning."
	"Good," Devon said.
	"But I didn't ... uh ... douche or anything."
	"That's okay."
	"Wha'?" Geoff yelped.
	"Geoff," Trevor asked, "did you ever change Randy's diapers?"
	"Yeah, sure," Geoff answered truthfully.
	"Then you've had Randy's shit on your hands before," Trevor said,
"but this isn't gonna be anywhere near as messy as that.  You'll be all
right."
	"I'll get a wet washcloth," Anita said as she rushed out of the
room.  Upon her return, she said with a chuckle, "We just might need to
start buying baby wipes again."
	As Devon fucked his older brother, Trevor couldn't keep from
rubbing the back of his head against Lance's hard-on.
	"Go on, Dad, put your finger in," Lance said.  "He's ready.  He
knows better than to lie to you."
	There was a look of pain on Geoff's face as he inserted his index
finger.  Randy's expression registered something between lust and
relief ... or maybe satisfaction.
	"That's it, Dad, push it in ... further ... all the way," Randy
whispered breathily.  The tone reminded Lance of the one he learned to
use in confession to conceal his real voice.
	"Now two," Devon encouraged since Trevor's thoughts were
preoccupied--divided between rubbing the back of his head against
Lance's cock and feeling Devon's cock rubbing against his prostate.
	Two, three and four slipped in as easily as number one.  Randy's
breath came a little more labored but that was mostly from anticipation.
	"You might want to move to the floor," Devon said.  "It'll give
you a more solid surface, less chance for ..." but he didn't say
'mishap' because he didn't want to interject any negativity.  Instead
he said, "a slip and fall."
	Randy started to get on his hands and knees before Geoff said,
"No, on your back, son.  I've gotta see your face."
	As Randy got off the bed, he jostled Trevor from his fuck-induced
coma.  He nodded when Randy looked over at him, confirming his unasked
question that it would be okay.
	Once in position, Geoff knee-walked into the tiny V-shaped space
between his son's legs.  Randy raised his feet, pressing his thighs
against his chest.  He had practiced this move a thousand times, always
envisioning his father looking down at him lovingly.
	In the meantime, Devon and Trevor disengaged themselves, both
knowing that THEIR fuck had to take a back seat to what was transpiring.
	Geoff aimed his limp dick at Randy's tawny rosebud.
	"Lance," Trevor said, "help your dad get hard."
	"Say what?"
	"Get behind him, reach around and start jacking him off to get
him hard."
	"Oh."
	When Lance crawled between his dad's calves he realized, if he
reached around, his own boner would be pressing against his dad's butt
cheeks.  He thought, 'How bad can it be?  It'll be just like when we're
holding the towel in front of Mom when she's frying bacon.  He pressed
forward and began jerking and squeezing his dad's cock.
	Geoff flinched, like he'd gotten a shock, when Lance's hard-on
touched his ass but he didn't pull away.
	"Reach around with the other hand and pump his balls," Trevor
suggested.
	The bear-hug style grip caused Lance's erection to slide, like a
hot dog into a bun, between his dad's ass cheeks.
	Geoff shuddered.
	Lance couldn't feel his dad's dick stiffening at all and he
craned his neck over Geoff's shoulder.  "Damn!  Even soft, it looks
like it's gonna be a tight fit!"
	"You're not helping, son," Geoff moaned.  "Maybe if Sharon ... uh
... sucked on it."
	"It's got to be you and your family," Sharon said.
	"Anita then."
	Behind Geoff's back, Sharon shook her head 'no' toward Anita.
	"This is between you and Randy," Anita said.  "Either you love
him enough to grant him his wish or you don't."
	"It's not that I don't love him," Geoff grimaced.  "It's just
..."
	"Queer?" Anita spat angrily.  "Do I have to prove to you that
being queer isn't a BAD thing?"  Then taking command, she ordered,
"Lance, suck your dad till he gets hard."
	"What!"
	"Do it."
	"But I've never ..."
	"Well, you won't be able to say that once you're done, will
you?" Anita said menacingly.
	Lance looked over at Sharon, then at her two brothers.  All three
were smiling and nodding 'yes.'
	Wide-eyed and dazed, Lance moved around, like a sleepwalker, to
stand in front of his father.
	As Lance began to kneel down, Geoff said, "You don't have to do
this, son.  This is my problem.  It's not that it's queer.  It's
because I'm afraid of hurting him."
	Lance looked at his brother's anxious face.  Continuing to stare
into Randy's eyes Lance said, "No way, Dad.  He's so ready to be fucked
by you I can feel his vibrations without even touching him."  Lance
knelt beside his brother and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"It'll be fine, Angel, I've got your back."
	Geoff gasped when Lance suddenly leaned forward and down to
engulf his flaccid cock.  He looked down his chest, past his abs to the
back of his son's head.  He felt the tongue and cheeks of a guy
unfamiliar with giving blowjobs trying to blow him.  The feelings
associated with the amateurish attempt mixed heavily with the pride he
felt for his son's desire to help his little brother achieve his goal
and Geoff began to harden.
	Lance choked but kept sucking as he tried to make sense of all
the emotions he was experiencing while sucking his dad.  'This is
disgusting.'  Then 'It's not so bad,' followed by, 'What does Randy see
in this?'  About then, Lance was surprised to feel his own cock ooze
out a huge drop of pre-cum.  Mentally, he saw--rather than felt--the
same thing happening to his dad's cock and he backed off.  In a panic
he pleaded, "Please don't cum, Dad."
	"That's enough, Son," Geoff said, "I think I'm good to go."
	Relieved at not having to go down on his dad again but still
holding onto the base of his dick, he snapped it against his belly
like a night stick.  "No limp noodle, here," Lance said proudly,
knowing he had helped harden it.  Then he aimed it downward until his
dad's piss slit kissed Randy's rosebud.
	"We need lube," Geoff said.
	"No!" Randy cried in agony, "just do it.  Use spit!  Don't waste
any more time!"
	Having already worked up a mouthful of saliva while sucking his
dad, Lance leaned down and let it drool right onto his brother's pucker.
	"Thanks," Geoff said, dry-mouthed.
	Randy was in a world of his own thinking, 'All the wishful
thinking I've done.  All the times I wanted Dad to fuck me but he
didn't.  All the times I dreamed of his sperm filling my ass.  All the
times I envisioned his arms wrapped around me, holding my back to his
chest as he slid his rampant cock up my chute.  It's all gonna be worth
the wait 'cuz it's gonna happen ... here and now.'
	"I swear, Randy," Geoff threatened, "if you don't tell me when it
hurts, I'll ... I'll ..."  Even as he spoke his empty threat, he eased
forward and his bulbous cockhead slipped easily past Randy's anal
sphincter.
	"There's a second one, Dad.  Keep going," Randy urged.  "I'm
okay.  I'm just ..."  Tears welled in his eyes
	Geoff stopped.
	"So happy!" Randy continued.  "These are tears of joy, Dad.  Keep
going.  Please!  Fuck me.  Make me whole.  Make me a part of you ...
you a part of me ... us ...oh, fuck, I love you so much, Dad!"
	Geoff's emotions got the best of him.  Tears always tore down his
defenses.  He leaned forward to hold his son comfortingly.  That caused
his cock to slide full length into Randy's warm tight confines.
	"Oh Jesus, God!" Geoff shouted right next to his son's left ear.
	"Yeah!" Randy shouted, too, wrapping his arms across his dad's
back and his calves around Geoff's butt.  "We did it, Dad.  We did
it."  He was almost hiccupping as he tried to surpass a need to release
nervous hysterical laughter.
	"I've never felt closer to anyone in my life," Geoff whispered in
Randy's ear.
	"Our secret," Randy whispered back.
	Geoff raised his head slightly to make sure his son wasn't in
pain but Randy misinterpreted the move and turned it into a kiss.  It
was tender but, at the same time, passionate.  Instinctively, Geoff's
hips began to move--just a little at first.  Then he picked up speed.
	At Sharon's insistence, Lance crawled away, trying not to
interfere.  Then, Trevor, Devon, Anita, Sharon and Lance quietly left
the room--allowing the new lovers some privacy in which to enjoy their
newfound sexual freedom.
	In the living room, Anita had tears in her eyes, too.  "That was
so beautiful," she sniffled.  Then looking at Lance she said, "Randy
couldn't have a better brother than you ... and I couldn't have a
better son."  She opened her arms to hug him.  He slid in and kissed
his mother tenderly, feeling his erection press wantonly against her
bare belly.
	Reluctantly breaking the hug, he and Anita looked down between
them.
	"You certainly don't have a problem getting it up," Anita said, a
little giddy.
	Feeling a need to defend his dad's lack of performance and
explain his earlier action at the same time, Lance said, "When Dad
couldn't get it up, I thought about all the years you two wasted ...
not knowing about your G-spot problem.  So, when you told me to suck
him ... well, I was a little put off by the idea but I figured ...
well, anyway, I did it.  I mean I WANTED to do it ... to help Dad ...
and Squirt."
	"Kinda like what family members do for each other when times are
tough, huh?" Sharon said.
	"It's not something I wanna do everyday," Lance clarified, "but
for Dad ... and Angel ... well, yeah."
	In an attempt to lighten the mood, Trevor flopped his flaccid
cock around in circles and asked, "So, I'm chopped liver?"
	Chuckling, Lance said, "Give me a chance to get used to what I
just did before you ask me to think about doing anything more."
	"I'm just saying," Trevor said with a warm inviting smile, "If
you marry Sharon ... I'll be family.  You know ... 'tough times'
family."
	"Give it a rest," Devon said with a brotherly smile.  "Besides,
I'm bisexual and we all know the rule is that bisexuals get to have sex
with bisexuals before the gays get their chance."
	"Since when was that ever a rule?"
	"Ever since Lance decided to try the bi side."
	"Hey!  I was just helpin' out," Lance groused.
	"And you deserve to be rewarded, "Anita said.  "Suck or fuck?"
	"Uh ... duh!  Is there any doubt," Lance asked.
	Anita smiled.  "I guess not.  Both!"
	Lance chuckled, knowing everyone in the room knew his preference
would be to fuck his mom.  But he'd take both.  "If you insist."
	"Tell you what," Sharon said, unable to restrain her urge to
maintain control, "how about if you three boys sit on the sofa and
we'll suck you off.  Then, when Lance is ready to fuck his mom, you two
can fuck."
	"What about you," Lance asked, suddenly realizing he was choosing
his mom over his girlfriend.
	"I'll stay busy," Sharon said, not the least bit offended by how
the events were unfolding.
	Devon sat between Lance and Trevor--just to keep his gay brother
at arms length from his newly 'bi' future brother-in-law.  Anita began
sucking her son while Sharon began sucking her brothers.  As she
alternated, she kept an eye on her boyfriend and his mother.  Being the
expert, Sharon could keep two boys happy while the less proficient
Anita could only concentrate on one.  When Lance's balls began to draw
up, Sharon said, "Time for you guys to fuck!"
	Anita, already on her knees, crawled away from the sofa and
turned her ass toward her son.  Lance got on his knees behind her and
aimed for her pussy.
	"Hold up!" Sharon ordered.  "Trevor!"
	Without instructions, Trevor crawled up behind Lance.
	"No way!" Lance shouted in defiance.
	"It's not what you think," Sharon scolded.
	Meanwhile, predicting Sharon's intentions, Devon had crawled in
behind Trevor.
	"Okay," Sharon said, "begin."
	Lance slid easily into his mom's pussy, finding her G-spot like a
magnet.  Devon slid into his older brother like he did it every day--
which he did ... almost.  Then Trevor nuzzled his nose between Lance's
butt cheeks and began performing anilingus.
	"What the fuck!" Lance said, flexing his butt cheeks tightly from
the unexpected incursion.
	"Ohmigod!" Anita wailed when Lance's cock lurched in her pussy
when he clenched his butt cheeks.  "Do that again."
	Lance relaxed his butt cheeks and Trevor began lapping at Lance's
bung.
	"Oh god, that's nasty!" Lance whispered, too out of breath to get
enough volume to speak.
	"Yeah," Anita moaned as she felt Lance's cock continue to flex
from the tongue attack on his bunghole, "the good kind of nasty."
	Sharon took a minute to orchestrate everyone's activity--Devon's
cock into Trevor's ass, Trevor's tongue into Lance's ass and Lance's
cock into his mom.  Then she crawled on her back into the 69 position
underneath Anita.  While Anita devoured Sharon's clit and virginal
pussy lips, Sharon licked her boyfriend's cock as it see-sawed in and
out of his mom's cunt.  She nibbled on the clit of her future mother-
in-law, creating multiple erotic diversions for her.
	From the bedroom, faint howls and moans, along with threats and
promises, could be heard--the sounds of lovers in the throes of
ecstasy.  Squeaks and groans of bedsprings indicated father and son had
moved to their 'nuptial bed' for a more comfortable fuck.
	In the living room, Anita was having back-to-back orgasms.  Lance
was having a tough time because he didn't want to cum too soon.  He
knew if he did, his cock would be too sensitive to keep fucking.  Devon
on the other hand, had already cum once and was working on his second
one.  He LOVED the exquisite feel of his brother's bowels milking his
overly sensitive cock--torturing him to a new level of pain/pleasure.
	The exquisite torture continued for a good twenty minutes with
the girls having multiple orgasms and Devon finally fucking an
unassisted load out of Trevor.  Lance, however continued to hold out,
slowing his stroke to a full stop any time he neared a climax.
	"Can anyone hop on this train?" Randy asked as he and Geoff
stumbled onto the scene.  To Randy's creative imagination, he saw Devon
as the little caboose to the train with Trevor as the passenger car.
Lance as the 'coal' car was pouring on the coals to the engine, his
mother, while Sharon, with her legs in an inverted V, looked like the
cowcatcher on the front.
	"Come here.  Let me lick your ass," Trevor whined, desperately
needing a taste of cum.
	"No," Sharon said, "Lance, clean your brother up.  Trevor, suck
Geoff's cock clean."
	'This is nasty,' Lance thought, 'wicked nasty, but maybe it'll
keep me from cumming too soon.'  As if to convince himself it was okay
to do it, he reverted to their pet name.  "Come here, Angel."
	After Randy straddled his mom's back and presented his ass to his
brother, he said, "I guess you really do have my back."  Then he
grinned impishly.
	Trevor had Geoff's cock in his mouth, easily working him toward
another erection.  Once he was hard ... and cleaned up from butt-
fucking Randy, Trevor said, "Devon's hole is available."
	"Yeah, man," Devon said excitedly, "I'm not virgin but I'm still
tight.  I'd love to get plowed by you, Geoff."
	"Go on, Dad," Randy chided when Geoff hesitated.  "It's not like
you and me are exclusive or anything."
	"You and I," Lance, Anita and Devon said simultaneously.
	"Later, you guys," Randy giggled, "after Dad fucks Devon."  He
smiled, knowing he had turned their attempted grammar lesson into a
joke.
	"I hate to be the one to break this up but we all need to get
some sleep.  I've got to work tomorrow," Geoff said.
	Amid whines and whimpering, Sharon and her brothers dressed and
left.  Lance and Randy offered to clean up the house so their mom and
dad could get to bed.  After getting in bed, the boys realized how
tired they were and fell asleep, almost at once.
	Tuesday, during breakfast, following that wild weekend, Lance
said, "You know all that stuff we did last weekend with Sharon and her
brothers?"
	"Yeah," Randy, Geoff and Anita said warily.
	"You mean what we did with them or what they did with us?" Randy
asked.
	"Both ... kinda.  Mostly, what I'm gettin' at is ..."  Then
Lance grinned.  " ... if Sharon and I were married, what we did with
them would have been ..."
	"Incest," Randy said gleefully.  "Little Devon fuckin' me and me
fuckin' Trevor."
	"Devon ain't so little," Geoff said, glancing at his wife for
confirmation.
	"But you're not married," Anita said, dispiritedly.
	"I think maybe we should be," Lance said, trying to gauge three
initial-reaction expressions at once.
	"Son?" Geoff smiled.
	"Really!" Randy squealed.
	"Are you saying you're gonna get engaged?" Anita squeaked.
	"I gotta.  I can't lose her to some Brainiac at college.  I love
her.  I know that.  I've always known that ... even before all this
... family stuff started happening."
	"Incest stuff," Randy said, again, gleefully.
	"Hey!  I mean, she brought us ... as a family ... closer
together.  She helped mom a LOT!"
	"And me!" Randy said.  "You know, coming out and all."
	"She helped me, too," Geoff said.  "She helped me understand
myself better.  You know, like how I was more worried about what other
people would think of what I was doing ... sexually ... the incest
thing.  She made me realize that the only thing that mattered was what
my family actually thought of me ... and how much I was loved ... not
only by my wife but by my sons as well.  And that it was okay to be
loved by a guy."
	"I'd marry her tomorrow if she'd say yes.  I mean ... this whole
time we've been dating each other is the same as ... you know ... like
a three-year engagement, right?"
	"But without the expense of a ring," Randy chuckled.
	"Shit!  I gotta get a ring!  I ain't got money for a ring!"
Lance shouted, smacking his forehead with the heel of his hand.
"Idiot!"  Turning toward Randy, he said "Jeeze, I'm such a
fuckin' idiot.  I'm so nervous I'd've asked her before I even realized
I didn't have a ring.  Thanks bro.  What would I do without you?"
	"Jack off a lot?" Randy asked amused but beaming from his
brother's heartfelt praises.
	"Fuckin' A.  Mom, would you help me pick out a ring?"
	"I'd love to!"  Anita glowed at the thought.
	"We all can," Randy suggested optimistically.
	"Yeah," Geoff said.  "We could make it a family choice."
	The next day--Wednesday--the Wilsons were at the jewelers.  When
Lance found the ring he liked, he discovered it was too expensive--way
too expensive.  Geoff and Anita offered to give him the extra money
but Lance only agreed after they promised not to buy him a birthday
present or any Christmas presents.  Randy, feeling somewhat left out,
asked if he could chip in by--at least--paying the sales tax.
	"Okay," Lance agreed, hugging Randy around the neck, "but you
can't get me a Christmas present, either."
	"The only present you'll get from me is the one I sit on."  Then
he smacked his rump and wiggled it--right in front of the jeweler.
	Thursday, Anita phoned Grace Campbell and The Major, Sharon's
parents.
	Friday night, after Sharon stopped over, Anita talked her into
going to the mall.
	"Girls night out," Anita said.  "The boys are at some `guy'
thing this weekend and I was hoping you'd spend the night."  With a
seductive tone in her voice, she said, "I hate to sleep alone."
	"Shopping AND sleeping with you?  Hell yeah!  Count me in."
	"Let's go," Anita said, flashing the credit card as she put it
in her purse.  "That'll teach those guys to leave the two of us
unattended."
	"I can't afford to buy ANYthing," Sharon warned, "but I'll LOVE
helping YOU spend money!"
	"My treat," Anita said once they were in the car and on their
way.  "Geoff's actually, but who keeps score, anyway?"
	"No, I couldn't.  I've got college expenses up the ass ...
tuition, books, course fees."
	"Consider it an early Christmas present."
	"Are you sure?" Sharon asked doubtfully but with anticipation.
	"We won't be able to go Christmas shopping together for four
more years because you'll be at college, so sure!"
	"Anita, you're the greatest!"
	The two meandered through the mall for over two hours, just
browsing and price checking.  When they got to the bench just outside
the Victoria's Secrets store, Anita suggested they sit for a while.
	"Have you ever been in there?" Anita asked, pointing at Vickie's.
	While they rested, Sharon blushed as she related to Anita what
happened a year earlier--including the old lady's apoplectic reaction.
They giggled so hard tears streamed down their faces.
	"Come on, let's go in," Anita urged.
	"No, there's nothing in there I want," Sharon said.
	"I've never been in there.  Come on, I wanna try on some stuff."
Batting her eyes seductively, she added, "Who knows, maybe I can find
something that will turn you on."
	"Slut," Sharon said, grabbing Anita's hand and dragging her into
the store.  "I know exactly what I'm looking for."
	They shifted through several racks of `dainties' before Sharon
found the red, see-through garment Randy had picked out for her once
before.
	"Try this on," Sharon said.
	"You have to try something on, too."
	"Whatcha got in mind?"
	"I saw something over here."  Anita went to a rack and pulled
out a white lace corset with tiny pale-blue bows.
	Excitedly grabbing it out of Anita's hand, Sharon held it up to
her body, looked at the size tag and said, "Let's try 'em on."
	Their animated conversation, although muffled, was audible to
those on the sales floor.
	Anita shouted, "You look gorgeous!  Come on, go look at yourself
in the mirror."
	When Sharon stepped out of the dressing room, she caught a
glimpse of her visage in the three-way mirror across from her.  Her
eyes rounded in awe when she saw how stunning she looked.  Even when
she had `shopped with the boys' that time, she hadn't looked at herself
in the mirrors.  Now she was astonished.
	"Oh my god!" Lance said in a whisper as he walked up behind her
to view her reflection.
	Spinning suddenly, Sharon shouted, "What are you doing here?  I
thought you were out doing `guy things' this weekend."
	Hearing Sharon's startled shout, a salesclerk appeared and
asked, "Is there a problem here?"
	"No," Anita said, intercepting her and holding her gently at the
elbow.
	Lance went down on one knee, held up the open ring case and
asked, "Sharon, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
	Raising both hands to her face, Sharon squealed.
	"Answer the man, Princess," The Major said, stepping out from
behind one `wing' of the three way mirror where he had been hiding.
"He's not required to ask twice, you know."
	"Whaddya say, honey?" Grace Campbell asked, stepping out from
behind the other 'wing.'
	Spinning again, she faced her mother and father.  "Mom!  Dad!"
	The salesgirl began to cry.
	"I'm not required to ask again but I'd ask as many times as it
takes to get you to say yes," Lance said.  "Will you marry me?"
	Spinning again, to face Lance, she saw Randy, Geoff, Trevor,
Caleb, Devon and four more of her brothers standing around.
	"So, Sis?" Trevor asked.  "If you don't say yes, I will."
	"Oh my god!  Yes, Lance.  Yes!  Of course I will."
	"Damn!" Trevor pouted in mock disappointment.
	"Oh my god!  It's so big!" Sharon gasped when Lance slid the
rock on her finger.
	"Zip it up, boy," The Major chortled.  "Oh, you mean the ring."
	"Is that really her father?" the salesgirl whispered to Anita as
she assessed the skimpy and revealing lace corset Sharon was wearing.
	"It's okay," Anita said.  "They're ... uh ... a nudist family.
Uh ... we all are."
	Round eyed, the girl just said, "Oh," and walked away in a daze.
	After Sharon stopped shaking from her adrenalin rush, she turned
to Anita and said, "You set me up, you bitch!"
	"Does that mean you don't want to spend the night?" Anita asked.
	Threateningly, Sharon said, "Oh, I'm spending the night.  Oh
yeah.  I'm spending the night all right."  Then hugging Lance, she
said, "But I'm gonna be sleeping with my future husband."
	"You're not gonna do anything stupid, are you?" The Major asked
warily.
	"No, Dad," Sharon said, "college comes first."
	After changing clothes--and buying both outfits--Anita and Sharon
accompanied Grace, The Major and the rest of the guys down to the food
court.  After each grabbed their favorite meal from seven different
concessions, they moved some tables together and got to know each
other better.  It helped that Trevor and Devon--who was constantly
referred to by his family as `Doorstop'--knew enough about the Wilsons
to keep the conversation flowing.
	The following Sunday, Sharon had to leave for college.

To be continued.

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