Date: Thu, 2 May 2013 13:10:52 -0500 From: Jim Vance Subject: Tip's New Life - 7 Tip's New Life By Jim Vance Copyright 2013 by Jim Vance jimvance2@hotmail.com http://jimvance.weebly.com Please donate to nifty to continue reading stories like this. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Seven I had lunch made. I opened the back door and looked around. I yelled. Then I saw a bell by the door. I started ringing it. I heard shouts, so I guessed they heard it. A minute later, the three of them came around from the side of the house. "Lunch is ready." "I'm hungry!" Leroy said. "Me, too," Dad and Joe both said at the same time. They laughed. They washed their hands at the kitchen sink. Then they sat at the table. I made two sandwiches for each of them. "The bread looks funny," Joe said. "It's French bread. Didn't you see me get it at the store?" "I didn't notice." "There's two kinds of cheese on it," I told them. "Are there two kinds of cheese?" Leroy asked. I laughed. "You forgot about parmesan," Joe told his brother. "Oh, yeah." "The sandwiches have swiss and cheddar." Dad picked up his sandwich and took a bite. He grinned at me while he chewed. I took a bite of mine. I thought it tasted good. I found the recipe in my cookbook. I was sitting next to Leroy and he put his arm around me. I grinned at him. "Love you," he said, with his mouth full. "These are really good, baby," Joe said. "I'm glad you like them." "Rob thinks he can get our old tractor working again," Joe said. "That's great!" "Next year we are goin' to plant wheat, too." I had no idea about crops. One was as good as another, as far as I was concerned. I guessed since I lived on a farm, I ought to learn more about it. "Which one will make us rich?" I asked. Joe and Leroy laughed. "Yeah," Dad said. "Let's plant a lot of that one!" We laughed. They finished eating and went back outside. I washed the dishes and looked through some of Joe and Leroy's mother's cookbooks. That night, after a very popular meal of pot roast, Dad was getting a shower. "Your Dad is going to be a great help on the farm, baby," Leroy said. Joe nodded. "I'm glad. And relieved. I was afraid it wouldn't work out." Leroy was sitting on one side of me and Joe on the other. I rubbed Leroy's crotch. He leaned back on the sofa and sighed. I reached over and rubbed Joe with my other hand. "Oh, god! It's great to be wanted!" Leroy said. "It is. We don't ever have to worry whether our sweetheart wants us." "I always do." "How's your butt, darlin'?" "It still hurts Joe. I'm sorry about that." "What are you apologizing for?" Leroy asked. "You didn't do it." "Well, I feel responsible because I wanted Dad to fuck me." "Well, stop!" Joe said. "Tip, baby. You are so perfect. You love us and you want us and you take care of us. Dinner was the best I ever had, I think." "We love you, baby. All three of us." "Thanks, Leroy. You two make me very happy." "What about your pa?" "I'm still dealing with what he did. He ran me out of my home." Joe sighed. "I love him. I love him very much, but you have never hurt me." "And we won't." "We drew straws to choose who gets to wash you tonight." I smiled at Joe. "Really? Who won?" "I did." I grinned at Joe. "I'm not sure he didn't cheat. He loves you enough to do that," Leroy said. "I did not cheat. Naturally, the best man won, Leroy." "Yeah, right." "Joe, you can't be the best man," I said to him. "See? What did I say?" Leroy said. "Why not, sweetheart?" "Because you and Leroy are the grooms." Joe looked confused for a minute. Then both of them laughed. "He's got a point, bro." "He does." Joe whispered in my ear, "Is your pa a groom or a best man?" "I haven't decided." Joe nodded. Then he began kissing my neck. Leroy started rubbing my crotch. Dad walked into the room naked. His dick was soft, but I watched it become erect. It was a beautiful sight. "Damn! You started without me." "We are going to spend the next few hours having sex." I laughed at the expression on Dad's face. "I don't know if I can come again." "Say that after your son's soft lips are wrapped around your cock," Joe said. Dad and I both moaned. Joe and Leroy stood up and undressed. "Dad, can I sit on your lap?" "Oh, I would love that Tip! Just like the old days." I grinned. "But better! You're naked!" Dad laughed. Dad sat in a chair and I got undressed. Then I climbed onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around me. I rested my head on his shoulder. "If I wasn't such an idiot, we would have been doing this every night, and there wouldn't have been liquor or Ellen." "That's very true, Dad." "It just seemed impossible that you would want me-for sex. I always assumed if I was ever to have sex with you, I would have to rape you. I could never do that." I lifted my head up. "So you beat me up because that was so much better than raping me?" I was starting to get mad. Dad started crying again. I forced myself to remember him before the liquor. I told myself again that it was the liquor. "Stop crying! How did you suffer?" "What?" "I was the one who was hurt, and you are crying." Dad looked at me. "I know very well I hurt you. I tried to kill myself, Tip. I was suffering." "What?" "Did you think I was happy?" "Well, no." "I took a bottle of sleeping pills and washed them down with a bottle of whiskey." I was glad it didn't work. I guess he really did feel worse than me. I never thought about killing myself. "I found out you have to use prescription sleeping pills for it to kill you." "Oh. I'm glad you didn't have them. Really, Dad. We wouldn't have had so much sex if you did. You know, three of four times a day for the rest of your life." I reached under me for his cock. It got stiff quickly. "This has got to be a dream!" he told me. "That's how we feel about it, Rob," Leroy said. "Is it? We are all so lucky!" "Amen to that!" Joe said. "Our Tip baby really is a dream come true." Dad nodded. "Will you feed me, Daddy?" I whispered in his ear. Dad groaned. "You want my sperm, son?" "I do, Dad." I climbed down off his lap and knelt on the floor between his legs. I admired his big dick. Joe and Leroy walked over to watch. "Suck that big thing, sweetheart," Joe said to me. "We know you want it. Your Dad wants you to have it." I swallowed the head and Dad groaned. I sucked on the head and a couple of inches of it. I stroked the rest. "Feed your son," Leroy said. "He loves the stuff." "I know! I am so glad!" "We all are, Rob." A couple of minutes later, Dad let out a long breath as his cock started shooting. "Oh, baby!" he murmured. He gave me plenty of the stuff. I gulped his warm spunk and wondered what it would have been like--our life--after Mom died, if I had just taken her place in Dad's bed. We would have been happy together. We loved and wanted each other. But this was better. I had three men who loved me. I thought Joe and Leroy had more sense than Dad, so maybe we were both better off--Dad and me. I squeezed the last drops out of Dad's cock and stood. I was tired. I yawned. "Time for bed," Joe said. "Rob, Tiny is going to sleep with us tonight." Joe looked at me. "Oh. OK." "We will decide tomorrow what the sleeping schedule will be." "So maybe some night he will sleep with me?" "Yeah, that's what I'm thinking. I thought every two days, maybe, he would sleep with you. One night with me, next night with Leroy, the next night with you, and then just repeat it." Dad nodded. He seemed satisfied. "I like that schedule. Is it OK with you, Leroy?" "Yeah. It seems fair. When it's my night, you'll sleep in my arms, when it's Rob's night, you'll sleep in his." "That sounds fair to me, too," Dad said. "Then that is what we will do," Joe said. "And when Tip is with Rob, I will let you hold me in your arms, Leroy." "Does that mean I can fuck you?" "It does not! But you can buy me flowers!" Dad and I laughed. I brushed my teeth and got in Joe and Leroy's bed. Our bed, I mean. They both brushed theirs at the same time, and when they walked naked up to the bed, I wolf-whistled. They both laughed. "I think he still likes us, Joe." "You may be right, unless he got his whistles mixed up." I laughed. "No. That was the whistle I meant! "Let me go say goodnight to Dad." I got out of bed and walked to Dad's room. He was naked on his bed, stroking his cock. "I can see I need to work that thing harder tomorrow!" I said to him. He laughed. I got up on his bed and kissed him. He didn't want it to end, but I pulled away. I just wanted to say good night. "Good night, Dad." "Good night, Tip. Thank you for letting me back in your life. I love you so much." "I love you, too. I used to love you more than I do." Dad sighed. He seemed so sad, but he was the one who made me love him less. He used his fists to do it. "Maybe soon I will love you that much, again." He smiled and nodded. I went back to our room and climbed into bed. Joe pulled me to him. Leroy faced me and kissed me good night. "Joe told me your dad is husband number three." I nodded. "I am so glad. I was afraid you would forget about me." "How on Earth could I forget someone so sexy and wonderful?" He grinned at me. "You are right. Everyone knows I'm the sexiest." "They lie when they say that," Joe said. I laughed. "Ignore the handsome fellow behind me," I said to Leroy. Joe reached down and rubbed his cock over my hole. I closed my eyes. It hurt. "I think Tip is in pain." "Oh, god! Tip! I'm sorry!" "It's all right, Joe. It my dad's fault I'm sore." "Let's go to sleep. Tip has had a busy day. He made pot roast, just like on Christmas!" Joe said. "I think we should have pot roast once a week," I said. "Yee-haw!" The End