Date: Fri, 23 May 2014 13:47:49 -0400
From: Carl
Subject: House Mortgage

Mortgage

It was time for the trump card. Johnson had carefully planned for it,
cleared it with family -- as a last 'burn-all-your-bridges' shot after
everything else failed. His gut wrenched, yes, but since it was his own
idea from the first, he also felt an intense rush.

He glanced at the office sofa, where his three sons were quietly watching,
and raised his eyebrows questioningly. They nodded back, agreeing that the
situation was indeed terminal. They were, in fact, practically a cheering
squad. Johnson turned back to the man behind the desk, absently stuck a
finger inside his shirt collar, then quickly removed it, and plunged ahead.

"Julian, if you'll give us this mortgage, I swear – you'll get all the
cock you'll ever want. My boys have plenty for you, and want this chance to
help their mom and dad, for as long as you want."

There it was: Summed up in two crude sentences – weeks of planning,
cajoling, and talking his family into an implausible scheme to finance
their new home. Would it fly? Johnson had worked so hard at it he had
himself convinced it absolutely would.

The man behind the desk stiffened. He stared down at his fingers, his face
utterly devoid of expression.  After a long pause, he spoke in almost a
whisper. "What makes you think I'd be party to such obscenities? And how
can you expose your family – your sons, no less – to such filth?

Johnson had prepared for objections. "C'mon Julian," he said "We went to
school together, remember? Maybe I was too far behind for you to notice,
but your escapades back then were famous. Everybody knew you blew. Hell, I
know for a fact the basketball guys took you along on the bus for outa town
games, so they'd all get head on the way back. I even heard you did the
coach once."

"That was years ago, Johnson. I don't particularly recall your presence."

"I know. And that's a shame. I was pretty hot-to-trot in those days. You
mighta been pleasantly surprised!"

"And now, with your not-so-hot credit history, you want us to give you this
mortgage, for a ridiculous offer of sex with your kids? And here I thought
you brought them along in a bid for sympathy!

Johnson fidgeted in his seat, trying to keep a growing feeling of despair
at bay. It had taken all his courage, plus a few stiff drinks, to get it
this far. "It's worth a try, isn't it?" he quietly answered. "They're good
kids, all primed and at an age where they can go non-stop."

"What does their mother think about all this?" Julian hammered away.

"She's...  ill – It's one of the reasons we need this place. She's knows
about this, and if it'll help swing a mortgage, she's OK with it. I'm
leveling with you. We really need this bad."

"Well," Julian announced after a lengthy, thought-filled pause, "As a
matter of fact, I do find the proposal rather intriguing. But the only way
I could agree must include you, along with the boys, and we video all of
it, to show I'm absolutely not forcing your kids into anything. We need the
record, in case it should come into question down the road,"

 "Hell," Johnson said, "If I thought for a moment I might still be an
attraction for you, I would never've involved my kids in this. You got
nothin' to worry about from me.  Believe it or not, you're the guy I jerked
off to back in high school. You want me too? I'll be more than happy to put
out -- video, porn... whatever."

"Actually, you're more insurance than attraction," Julian replied. "But it
could still make things a bit more interesting. I've had some family stuff
before – you know, like brothers – but never a father and sons combo.
Let me step out for a moment and get this paperwork going. I'll be back
shortly."

After Julian departed, Johnson wiped his forehead. He looked at his kids,
sitting three across on the leather sofa. "You guys still all right with
this?"

The boys again nodded vigorously, nudging each other. They knew exactly why
they were here, and had discussed it endlessly, in lurid detail. They each
spent their morning showering well and dressing carefully.

"You know, guys," Johnson reminded them, "This is – I'm not – not
being unfaithful to your mother. She's a bit weak these days, but she's
OK'd our plan – to help get the house. You've all been there. It's
perfect for us. I just hope you won't get upset watchin' me do whatever he
wants, here in front of you – seein' me hard and all. I didn't expect
this, but I'm alright with it."

Richie, the oldest of the three, spoke up. "It's OK Dad, it's not like the
first time we seen you doin stuff. We took turns at the keyhole a couple
days ago watching you fuck Aunt Terese. We thought you were great."

Johnson winced. There was no point in denying it. "She's been a life saver,
you know. I only wish I didn't have to do it behind Uncle Bill's back. She
wants me to knock her up. Says she wants a half-brother to you guys in the
worst way, to go with your cousins. 'As long as we're screwin', she says,
'why waste it?'"

"You should, Dad," Richie urged. "She let's me feel her up sometimes when
we're alone. She gets kinda juicy, but I never saw how big it is until that
day watchin' you. I bet it's a real good cunt for babies."

"Yeah....sometimes I think Uncle Bill gets lost in that cooz," Johnson
mused aloud. The boys seemed well enough along in their sexual
education. He wondered if it was ever really much different. During his own
adolescence, his preoccupation with sex was practically twenty
four/seven. He expected his sons are probably not much different.

"Uncle Bill is kinda gay." Richie announced. "He sucks and swallows.  I
think he knows I'm feeling up Aunt Terese, and expects me to put out
because of it. It was nifty at first, but it's getting sorta boring
now. I'm thinkin' of switching him over to Davey."

Back on the sofa, Davey shook his head enthusiastically

Johnson thought to himself: What do you say to kids like this? Considering
what he's asked them to do, this was hardly a time for lectures."Give 'it
your all, boys," he decided, sounding like a coach at a pep rally. "Don't
hold back. Julian was the biggest cocksucker ever back in my day. Just show
him what you've got. He's gonna love it. Keep thinking about that house –
each of you with your own room."

"Getting sucked is no big deal," Richie said, still on his own page. "We
already got a few blowjobbers now. They're pretty good wrestlers too. They
like bringing off guys on the mat.... they get plenty of volunteers."

Johnson shook his head. "Sounds like you boys know your way around this
stuff. Just show Julian a good time."

"Does he just give blow-jobs, or does he take it up the ass too?" Davey
asked.

At that moment the office door swung back open, and Julian reappeared with
legal papers in hand. He spread them across his desktop on the side nearest
Johnson and handed him a pen. "Sign these three pages and we're good to
go. Read it first, if you like. It's for the exact amount you said you need
to close your deal. The payments are standard."

Johnson looked over the first page – the one with the amount, then
quickly signed the final page. The signature was poor, because his hand
shook so much. Yet, even as he wrote, he could feel his tension melting
away. "So when do we get started?" he asked, turning toward Julian, a
tentative smile crossing his face.

As Julian added his own signature, it occurred to him that Johnson was not
all that bad-looking. Probably even cuter as a teenager. He just couldn't
remember. Not that there was any doubt about Johnson's claims. They were
actually right on. In those days his fixation was strictly with peers or
older guys.  Reflecting on the current situation, he said to himself, how
times do change!.

"How about here and now," Julian finally answered. "Anyone needing the
bathroom - it's over there." He pointed toward the richly paneled door next
to the wall mirror.

"You mentioned video." Johnson said. "Shouldn't we wait – for a camera,
and stuff?"

"This office is under twenty four hour surveillance. Every moment of your
visit is already on video, including your unexpected little offer. While I
was out I asked security to make sure to save this visit. So, boys, smile
when you whip them out – you're on candid camera."

Johnson was totally surprised. "Do they......can they...watch what happens
here?"

"Of course." Julian said, matter of factly. "Since I alerted them, they'll
probably wank off once we really get into it. I'm guessing they're all set
up and comfy by now – waiting for the show to start. You've got nothin
to worry about. Their great guys – family guys – like yourself."
There was more than a touch of sarcasm in the remark. "Now –
Mr. Johnson, you care to drop those knickers and show me what I've missed
all these years?"

In his element, at last, Johnson stood up, and loosened his belt. He then
unzipped his fly, hooked his thumbs inside both trousers and briefs, and
slid them down to his ankles. Julian's eyes widened. Before him was a
remarkable dick – close to a foot long or so, hanging straight down
despite a thick shaft and bulbous head. "Oh my!" he murmured.

Johnson stood up straight, grinning over Julian's little tribute. He
recalled his high school days, when eroticism dominated his every waking
hour, and how his penis size was an undying source of pride. So vivid was
the recall that lightning-like jolts shot down his groin and into his cock,
which began to slowly thicken and rise -- in a kind of salute.

Given its' heft, Julian doubted it could rise very far. "Good God!" he
said, "I don't see how I can do that thing justice."

"Please try, Julian," Johnson softly urged, arching his head back, and
closing his eyes. "I've waited a long time for this. Make me cum. I'll give
you a nice load.  The first – of four Johnsons."

"I'll do my best. Too bad I never heard of you back in high school. What a
trip that coulda been. -- somebody a couple years younger, with a bigger
dick than I'd ever seen."

"I was shy back then.," Johnson added. "Undressing for gym made me
nervous. I was so big it was embarrassing. Guys made fun of it. But it
didn't take long to realize they were just envious. By the time I started
getting head, you were gone – graduated. And after you came back from
college, I was already tight with Angie. If she wasn't sick now, I doubt
I'd even be doin' this."

"I know." Julian said, somewhat ruefully. He pointed to the full length
mirror. "The camera's behind there. You can have a copy, if you want."

Johnson glanced sideways at his image in the mirror, his trim body arching
forward in the middle, his shiny red cockhead almost a foot straight out in
front, fully unsheathed. Julian, on his knees, clutched the thick shaft in
one hand, and a bare Johnson thigh with the other, to steady himself.

To Julian, the first moments of a blowjob were always the best. There was
that delicious first taste, too quickly gone, renewable only by gobbling
more fresh skin further down the shaft, or licking balls. And for the guys
he sucked, that first wave of wet-tongued warmth could seldom happen
without some kind of positive utterance. In Johnson's case, a long deep
sigh was a convincing statement.

With the mortgage effort clearly heading to success, Johnson glanced toward
the sofa, where his boys were already busy. Richie, spread-eagled in the
middle, had the younger brothers on either side, taking turns on his penis,
which looked like an only slightly junior version of his father's. Both
Richie's hands were at their asses, with his middle fingers working their
holes. The two looked like they couldn't get enough of either – their
'big brother's' cock or his anal fingering.

Johnson's eyes connected with Richie. They smiled at one another. It was
Johnson's first time seeing his eldest son's prick in full erection. It
would be hard to say who was prouder.

Down below, Julian concentrated on the challenge before him. Accompanied by
various choking and coughing noises, he was doing his best to swallow at
least half of it. As Johnson arched further forward, he admired his
excellent erection in the mirror. Yet Julian managed to hold his
ground. But his eyeballs seemed like they were about to pop out of their
sockets.

"Davey," Johnson suddenly ordered, "Get over here and give him a good
fuck."

Davey scrambled free of the entanglement on the sofa. As he rushed away,
Richie speeded up his fingering to such a degree that Davey temporarily
halted in his tracks to enjoy it. His pecker, though smaller than Richie's,
was rigid and pointing upward.

"Get over here," Johnson repeated, not wanting Davey to cum anywhere but in
Julian's ass. "Flip up his coat, reach around and loosen his belt, and yank
everything down."

Somewhat awkwardly, the kid did as instructed. When he finally bared
Julian's ass, he was dismayed. "Jeez, Dad, it's all hairy."

"It's a man's ass, son. That's what they mostly look like. This one looks
good. Let me spread his cheeks, so you can spot the hole."

Johnson spread Julian's cheeks wide, revealing its' hairy crack and
wrinkled darkish anus toward the lower end. He thrust a test finger in and
felt it gripping him reasonably well. "He's been fucked before. It'll be
fine. Go for it, boy."

As Davey sunk in, the warm moist environment made his dick feel better than
he could ever recall. "Shit," he said, and began working it in and
out. "Shit," he repeated, establishing a fairly vigorous rhythm.

"That's right, kid. Fuck his brains out. Don't hold back. Dump your load as
far up as you can get it."

Johnson was unsure if this was Davey's first fuck. Watching the boy's
fairly competent performance, he decided it probably wasn't. But watching
him was all the stimulus Johnson needed to climax.  His semen streamed out
almost steadily, rather than pulsing in spurts. Peering down at Julian, he
spotted some leaking out and down his chin. This was Johnson's juiciest,
most sustained orgasm in years. "Don't stop." he implored, as Julian
slobbered away below.

Davey thought the instruction was for him, and increased his thrusts to the
point where flesh slapped against flesh. "Shit, Dad, I'm gonna cum!"

"Lay it up there, son. Julian's gonna need all of it for Richie's big
schlong."

Davey halted with his cock buried deep. A smile of success blossomed on his
face as his load discharged. "Ooooohh – it feels so gooood."

"That's what a fine piece of ass can do, Davey. Gender don't make much of a
difference when you're horny. A man's ass, though, when it's available, is
probably best, especially if they're enjoying it – Richie, Artie –
get over here and fuck him both ends like we did. By the time you guys pop,
he ought to be pumped and juicy. One thing for sure: He'll know the
Johnson's were here."

Settled on the sofa, along with Davey, Johnson watched his eldest and
youngest offspring go after Julian. Richie's rigid nine entered easily,
prompting a muffled gasp from Julian, who already had Artie's smaller cock
swallowed. His nose nestled cozily in the boy's cute bush. Judging from the
constant movement of his Adam's apple, and the hollowing of his cheeks, it
had to be a sensational blowjob.  The kid grasped Julian's head with both
hands, and thrust his body forward, legs bending at the knees.

Johnson smiled. When he was Artie's age, this was exactly how he often
pictured himself getting blown in sex fantasies.

The sound of Richie's body slapping against Julian got steadily louder. His
balls drew up tight against his thick shaft, and looked full of cum. As
Julian felt Richie's balls pressing against his hole, he reached out for
Artie's young balls, and cupped them against his chin with his palm. He
used his middle finger to massage Artie's asshole, like Richie had done on
the sofa. Artie spread his bent legs still wider, and leaned back even
further, like a circus performer. He finally lost his balance and toppled
backward, amid gales of laughter. Despite the tumble, Julian's nose never
left Artie's young bush.  His Adam's apple still bobbed furiously.

Julian gorged on the boy's cock, with his own ass upended, affording Richie
the perfect target for a final assault. As Richie's thrusts picked up,
Artie softly giggled.

Richie heard him. "So how was it, pipsqueek? You get your rocks off?"

"Yeah," Artie said, without elaboration. Richie's powerful thrusts drove
Julian's face time after time into Artie's bush. Artie felt himself
restiffening. "If you keep that up, Richie, I'm gonna cum again!"

"Go for it, ya horny little dickhead! And don't say I never gave you
nothin'."

Johnson, hearing this dirty talk, chuckled inwardly, but outwardly
cautioned, "You know, Richie – you shouldn't talk to your brother like
that!"

But in the next moments, Richie had difficulty saying anything. He glanced
toward his father, opened his mouth as if to answer, but nothing came
out. "Oh Fuck!" he finally said, after the thrusts halted with him all the
way in, emptying shot after shot into Julian.  "Oh, Fuck," he softly
repeated, and slapped Julian's ass gently.

"But I didn't cum again yet!" Artie complained.

"Don't be greedy." Johnson directed, grabbing his foot-long cock, and
waggling it around. "If Julian wants more, all he need do is ask."

Back around the sofa, while the Johnson clan sorted out their clothes,
Julian slowly rose from his spot on the rug to a kneeling position.  He
wiped his soggy reddened mouth on the sleeve of his jacket. "I'll say
this," he announced, pausing to clear his throat, "You guys are one
unbelievable family" He locked eyes with Johnson.

Johnson nodded in return. "It's like an old chapter in a diary – one
that's nagged me for years, I guess – but finally finished....  At the
moment I couldn't be happier."

With that, Julian crawled across the carpet to where Johnson had seated
himself, wedged amid his sons, and hauled himself up to within inches of
Johnson's face, slowly leaned forward and kissed him.

Johnson did not flinch. He even let Julian give him a small taste of
Artie's sperm.

His son Richie, searching for Julian's hand, found it and squeezed.

As their lips parted, Julian spoke. "I want you up my ass, too."

"No problem... just say when and where, and how many of us."

"I'm thinking it should really be at the new house... all of you
again... once you're settled in."

"Wow!" Johnson said, imagining a replay at their new place. "I'm getting
hard again just thinking about it."

Indeed, when Johnson stood up to leave, there was this large tent in his
pants. They all laughed, including two uniformed security guards, who had
just let themselves into the locked office. Johnson noticed they were both
black, and rather fit looking, although one was much older than the
other. After introductions, hand shakes, and all-around shoulder pats,
Johnson understood why they had their jobs. Their main concern, it became
obvious, was for Julian's safety and well being.

As the Johnsons departed, mortgage papers in hand, the younger guard, the
one named Tyrell, handed them a DVD. "That was some session," he said.
"Those kids of yours – whew – a real jam."