Date: Wed, 28 Nov 2018 22:03:12 +0000
From: eightxsixat14@protonmail.com
Subject: Is That The Milk - Chapter 4

This work contains intimate sexual acts between men and boys for the
purpose of erotic fantasy.  I do not condone such acts in real life.  In
fact, I support all laws that outlaw such acts.  If reading such material
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I apologize for the confusion over Brody's age.  The story was originally
written with him at the age given in Chapter 3.  But as I tend to be a rule
follower, I upped his age in Chapters 1 and 2 for publication.  But I then
learned from my "fans" that I could use his correct age, so in Chapter 3 I
left his age as originally written, and I intend to leave it that way in
the remaining chapters.  If you re-read the first two chapters, you can
think of the references to Brody's age as typos and mentally substitute his
correct age.

When we picked up Brody from our next-door neighbors, Steve and Paula, we
asked them if they knew Orson's father's name, and they did: Brian.  Of
course, we told them nothing of the sexcapades in our and Orson's homes.

Peter and I agreed that we had to know what was going on between Orson and
his father.  We at least had to try to find out what we could.  We knew
from Brody that Orson apparently loved sucking his father's nipples and his
cock, and we knew that he swallowed his father's cum, so he could "get a
big penis and muscles" like his father.  We needed to know if Brian was a
predator, and, therefore, if our son, Brody, or any of the other
neighborhood children were in any kind of danger.  We realized that Brody
would most likely be susceptible to the advances of most any man, something
we agreed we were going to have to talk to him about.  We knew that we
couldn't simply report Brian to the authorities, because his involvement
might be as "innocent" as ours was.  Also, we were terrified that an
investigation would necessarily involve interrogating Brody, and with an
openly gay couple as his parents, who knows what kind of pressure the
police, social workers, and psychiatrists would put on him.  He might break
and tell them he had sucked us off and swallowed our loads.  We certainly
couldn't have that, and we also didn't want to put him through such a
terrifying ordeal.  We were in a bind and we knew it.

Peter and I now realize that a man who is sucked off by his 6-year-old son
isn't ipso facto a child predator.  Neither of us had any sexual interest
in boys and could have gone the rest of our lives without ever being sucked
off by a boy if Brody hadn't made it so easy, and, dammit, so fucking
erotic!

We hadn't decided yet how we would respond if Brody asked us if he could
suck us off again.  We were sure that he would ask, and soon.  Personally,
now that Peter knew of my and Brody's sexual interlude and loved me no
less, I was in favor of it.  Fuck yeah!  Not only was the experience hot as
hell, but let's face it, Brody is gay, and now that he has had his Daddy's
and his Papa's cocks in his mouth, brought us to orgasm, and tasted our
manseed, he's not going to rest until he does it again, and again, and
again.  My thinking was that it is better he sucks our cocks than some
strangers who might hurt him or worse.  I was already having fantasies of
me and Peter kissing passionately while Brody licks and sucks our balls and
slides his tongue and beautiful lips up and down our cocks, and our
shooting volleys of our man-cum, or Milk as Brody called it, into his
welcoming 6-year-old mouth.  Fuck!  I get hard just writing this down!

I told Peter that I thought we should make an agreement with Brody that he
could suck us off at least once a week as long as he never had sex with
another man, unless, of course, we gave him permission.  Sounded like a
fair deal to me.  Peter was still troubled by the whole situation, and I
understood.  There isn't a more caring and loving father anywhere in the
world than Peter.  He wished none of it had ever happened, but I had a
feeling that within a few weeks or months he would be thinking differently.

After several hours of discussion, Peter and I developed a plan that we
hoped would get to the bottom of Brian's involvement with his son Orson and
perhaps other boys.  Brian and Orson lived down the street and around the
corner from us.  Peter and I had met Brian once at a neighborhood block
party, but we had forgotten his name, thus our asking Steve and Paula, and
we didn't have his phone number or email address.  So, late Sunday morning,
Peter, Brody, and I walked to their home and rang the bell.  Rather
quickly, Orson threw the door open, still in his stretch-knit pajamas.  He
had a huge grin on his adorable face.

"Hi, Orson," I said, "is your father home?"

"Yeah," he said while twisting on one foot while holding the door handle.

"Well, would you ask him to come to the door, please?" asked Peter.  At
that, Orson took off running, and within a couple of minutes his father
came to the door with a pleased yet puzzled look on his face.  He was
wearing a rather short burgundy robe cinched at the waist.  There was no
evidence that he was wearing any other clothing.  A bit of his bare chest
was visible, and I found myself wanting to look at his calves, but that
would have been much too obvious.  My heart did a bit of a flip-flop as it
did that first time I met him at the neighborhood party.  He had boyish
good looks, appearing to be perhaps 10 years younger than Peter and me,
maybe 28 or 29.

"Oh, hi guys," he said, "we met at the potluck a few weeks back, I
believe."

"Yes, we did," I said, "There is no reason you should remember our names.
I'm Tom and this is my partner, Peter."

"Yes, yes, of course, I remember," he said, "I'm Brian.  To what do I owe
this honor?"

"We're sorry to interrupt your Sunday morning, Brian.  If we had your phone
number or email, we wouldn't be intruding like this."  Peter said a bit
nervously.

"No, no, it's okay, no problem.  Would you like to come in?"  He opened the
door wide.

"If you're sure we're not intruding.  There is something we would like to
discuss with you," I said, and we passed through the doorway into the
living room.  He obviously liked a tidy house as everything was in its
place.  The same developer built our houses, so Peter and I were familiar
with the floor plan.

"Sit down, sit down," he said cordially, motioning to the sofa as he took a
chair opposite us.  Continuing, he said, "Brody and I know each other,
don't we Brody?"  My heart sank, but then I remembered that Brody had
assured us that Peter and I were the only two men he had ever had sex with.
There was clearly no reason for him to lie to us about that.

Then Brian continued, "Brody and Orson appear to be becoming fast friends.
They play here frequently in the back yard and in Orson's room; I assume
they do similarly at your place."  Without waiting for a reply, he said,
"Orson, why don't you take Brody to your room so us big guys can talk?
Okay?" he said with a wink to Peter and me.

As the boys left the room, I said, "It is because the boys have become such
good friends since you moved in 6-8 months ago, that we want to talk to
you.  They are spending so much time together that it makes sense that you
get to know Peter and me a bit better and we get to know you better."

"Yes," he responded, "I've been wanting to talk to you guys too.  Can I go
first, because there is something I have really wanted to share with you?"

"Of course," I said, a bit deflated since I was so primed to get to the
subject that troubled us.

"Well," he said, "it is no secret that you guys are a gay couple.  I find
that all of the neighbors accept that as fact and seem to be totally
unfazed by it."

"Yes," I said, "we live our lives as an openly gay couple.  I trust that
you have no problem with that?"

"No, of course not," he replied.  "It's just that, well I'm bi, or gay, I'm
not sure which, but I'm not out, as you probably gathered.  And, I can't
come out for a couple of reasons.  I can't explain now, but I promise I
will at some point in the future.  Now this is a bit embarrassing, but I
must say it, I find you guys very attractive.  You are probably monogamous,
and that's good.  I can respect that.  But if there is any chance you guys
ever have threesomes, well, I would sure like to be the meat in your
sandwich, if you get my meaning," said with a bit of a chuckle.  "I promise
to give each of you equal attention.  But if that's not possible, I at
least want us to be friends.  I've wanted to say this ever since I met you
guys.  I've just been too chicken."  His face had turned a bright red and
his breathing was labored.  That had clearly been difficult for him to say.

Peter and I looked at each other, and I'm sure we were thinking the same
thing: "This is great.  If this guy is so into us, then chances are he is
not a sexual predator of boys."  And of course, our egos were stoked,
knowing this guy wanted us so much he was willing to risk an embarrassing
rejection.

There was a pregnant pause as Peter and I looked at each other and waited
for the other to speak first.  Finally, I said, "Wow, thank you for the
compliment, Brian.  Peter and I find you very attractive as well and for
you to want to romp with us is truly a compliment.  So, we thank you for
that.  You are right, we are monogamous.  We have been monogamous since the
day we met 6 years ago."  I could see the tension go out of Brian's body as
he settled down into his chair, seeing the rejection that he was sure was
coming.  "However," I continued, "Peter and I were quite taken with you
when we met you at the block party, and we talked about you quite a bit
after that.  The neighbors all seem to see you as a straight man, so we
assumed you were not available.  Before meeting you, Peter and I had never
talked about having a threesome, perhaps because we never met someone that
elicited those desires in us.  But you did elicit those desires, and in
both of us."

A big grin appeared on Brian's face, and he said, "Whew, I thought that was
a 'no' for a minute.  Well, when can we get at it?  I can't wait."

"That isn't a definite 'yes,' Brian," Peter interjected.  "Tom and I still
have to discuss it privately.  But, yes, it's true, we both find you very
attractive, so a threesome might be possible, but there must be some rules.
So, give Tom and me a few days to discuss this.  Okay?"

"Sure, just know that I often fantasize about you guys when I jerk off."

"Wow," I said, "Like Peter said, give us a few days to discuss it.  Whether
we can make it happen may depend on how the rest of our visit here today
goes.  We are very concerned about something, Brian.  It's very serious,
and I don't know how else to begin but to just jump in."

At this point, Brian was looking concerned, very concerned like a man might
look who is thinking that his deepest, darkest, dirtiest secret is about to
be revealed, and, of course, it was.

"We know that Orson sucks you off," I said, my voice breaking in the middle
of the sentence I was so nervous.

Brian looked stunned, fearful, disbelieving his ears.  Then, trying to
appear calm, he said, "What are you saying?  That's disgusting.  You know
no such thing, because it isn't true.  Who told you that?  Holy shit, here
I am trying to get it on with you guys, and you tell me I am a child
molester.  What the hell gives?"  Now there was anger building in his
voice.

"Brian, listen," I said.  "We are not going to report you.  Orson told
Brody who told us, and we believe Orson.  There are too many details for
him to have made it up, and why would a boy tell such a story if it wasn't
true?  No boy has that vivid and detailed an imagination."

"Well, it's a lie.  I think you guys better go," again said angrily as he
made a move to stand up.

"Brian," I persisted.  "He sucks your nipples.  Your cock is uncut.  He
swallows your cum, or your 'Daddy's Milk' as you taught him to call it.  He
swallows it because, quote, 'it will make his penis big and his muscles
big' like yours.  As I said, Brian, we are not going to report you.  We
just need to know the truth.  We need to know that your sexual activity
with children is confined to Orson and that he isn't being forced to do
something against his will.  From everything we have heard, he is a most
willing and aggressive participant.  As reported by Brody, sucking you off
is a fun and even thrilling experience for him."

"I don't know what to say," he said.  "For Christ's sake, what do you want
me to say?"  He was clearly frightened.

"Just tell us the truth," I said, "if we told you Brody has sucked the both
of us off.  I'm just talking hypothetically now, if we told you that Brody
sucked us off, would you tell us about the sexual relationship you have
with Orson?"

"Are you guys shitting me?  Is this a trick?  Brody has sucked you guys
off?  Now this is getting interesting.  What do you guys want from me
anyway?"

"Just the truth, Brian.  You tell us your truth and we will tell you our
truth.  You see, let's assume for a moment that Brody has sucked Peter and
me off, well, if that is true, then we couldn't go to the authorities about
you and Orson because Brody would be interviewed in the resulting
investigation, and we would risk the truth of our situation coming out,
which would be the death of our family and our freedom.  Surely you get my
meaning?"

"Yes," he said with great relief in his voice, "Brody sucks you guys off,
and you want confirmation of Orson's tall tales, or not so tall tales.
Right?"

I decided to risk it, "Right."

 "Holy shit!  What are the odds of this situation arising on any given
block?  Fuck, I don't believe this.  Now you guys must have a threesome
with me, or I'll tell the powers that be about Brody giving you blow jobs.
Only kidding, there will be no blackmail.  I think we have each other over
a barrel."

I quickly jumped in to get things back on track, "Will you now tell us
about your sexual relationship with Orson?"

"Sure, what a relief, you really had me scared there for a moment.  Shit, I
don't ever want to go through that again."

"Well, then," Peter interjected, "you had better have a serious talk with
Orson.  I know it is difficult for a 5-year-old to keep a secret, but if he
were to tell the wrong kid, who went to his parents with the story, well, I
don't have to tell you what a serious mess you would be in."

"I did have that talk.  That's what's so scary.  It was some time ago,
though.  I must find out if he has told any of the other neighbor kids, and
then put the fear of God in him.  Damn, I live with this fear every day,
but what is done is done, and I can't undo it.  Okay, so I will tell you my
story.  I will tell you how Orson came to suck my dick, and I don't think
you will think ill of me when you hear how it came about.  But first, I
want you guys to tell me your story, or is it stories?"

Peter and I looked at each other, and then Peter spoke up, "Okay, I will
tell my story first, since Brody sucked me first, and then Tom can tell his
story, and then you, Brian, can tell your story.  Is that agreeable?"  It
was, and so Peter related the same story he had told me, essentially word
for word, and I related the story I had told Peter, again, word for word.
When I finished, I said, "Okay, Brian, you now know the whole story of
Peter's and my sexual relationship with Brody.  We didn't leave a thing
out.  So now, tell us your story, so we can see, hopefully, that you are
not a threat to the kids in the neighborhood, and we can get on with our
lives."