The Phone Call
Part Three From Jason's point of view


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          I am cleaning out some old stories and getting the posted before I am no longer able to work this machine. I hope you like these little shorts. Let me know, okay?

          My brother Joey is such a fucking faggot. I am so glad because I love that cock sucker with all of my heart. Our old man was a closet queer that was fucking little kids. I hate that bastard. I didn't know what happened to Joey. One day he just moved into the garage and I never got to talk to him no more. Shit, that was so fucked up. I was eleven years old and I was having these weird feelings about shit.
          No, I was not going into the change of life or any shit like that. I just had feelings that I didn't understand and Joey had always talked to me. He would lay beside me in my bed and talk to me until I fell asleep. I always felt safe with Joey around. He was so cool and all of my friends thought he was great. I know that they wished that he was their big brother but he was mine so go eat worms, fuckers.
          Dad told me that I was to tell him if Joey even said hello to me. He told me that Joey was a very bad person and I shouldn't have nothing to do with him ever again.
          For three whole years I had no big brother to run to. I cried at night. Joey wasn't there to make me feel gooder or nothing. I would wake up screaming after a bad dream and my old man would be there telling me that he would give me something to scream and cry about if I didn't shut the fuck up and go back to sleep. I began to really hate him.
          When school started up for my seventh grade Joey was gone. He no longer lived in the garage and I didn't know where he had gone. I went to school the first day and I met this kid named Eric. He was nice and he wanted to be friends with me. He didn't live very far away from me so we started to visit back and forth after school.
          One day, about three weeks after school started, Eric rode his bike on up to my house. His house is between me and the school so we always stopped there for snacks and to play. But this one day he rode to my house. My dad was out in the yard cutting the grass. Eric stopped and stared at my old man.
          "Is that your dad?"
          "I'll see you at school tomorrow." He turned his bike around and rode off. I didn't think much about it but I had wanted to play around a bit. Eric liked to feel of my dick and he let me feel of his. He had put my dick in his mouth the day before and I liked that so I tried it and I wanted to do it again, but he rode off.
          At school the next day Eric was all fine and everything but he seemed kind of different. We went to his house after school and he took me to his room. We got naked. He wanted to play. I didn't know but I liked what we had done so far so I did what he did. We got down on the floor and sucked each other at the same time.
          Eric asked me if my dad ever sucked my dick. I said, "Hell no. He would kill me if he knew I did this."
          "No he wouldn't. He used to do it to me all of the time. He is doing Timmy now. He only likes little boys. See look at my ass. He used to stick his dick up in my ass. You ever do that?"
          I hadn't but he did it to me and I did it to him. Our dicks were little things. My little finger is bigger than either of our dicks were. Timmy came home before I left. Eric called him to come into his room. Eric pulled Timmy's pants down and showed me the six year old kid's ass hole. Is was all red and wide open. There was this kind of white stuff on his ass and leg. He had a lot of it in his underwear too. Eric made Timmy tell me that it was my dad's man milk. My dad fucked Timmy everyday after school. Me and Eric had learned in school that it was wrong for a grown up to mess with little kids so we worked out a plan.
          On Saturdays I go to work with dad, sometimes. I know a lot about computers and I played games on dad's computer. I found out where his files were for his security cameras and I knew a real computer nerd. I went to the nerd and got him to show me how to set up a hidden file and how to direct a file to load there as well as where it usually loaded. The next Saturday I set the files up in dad's computer to record everything in his office from about three o'clock until five. I had the files save to this hidden folder that my friend helped me to sit up with a password and everything.
          The next Saturday I opened that folder and I couldn't believe what I saw. There was my dad on his back, right there on his desk where I was sitting. He was letting one of the college kids that work for him fuck him in the ass. He got dressed and sat at his desk doing paper work for awhile and then the door opened and Timmy walked in with this other highschool kid.
          My dad held Timmy and kissed all over him. He pulled Timmy's clothes off as the highschool kid pulled his pants down. Daddy and Timmy sucked on the highschool kid's big dick. The kid was cumming in my dad's mouth. I could see it on the screen. Timmy sucked around the highschool kid's dick and he sucked on the head when dad pulled off. Then dad stood up and pulled his pants down. He put Timmy on the desk where he had been fucked a few minutes before and he ate Timmy's butt and sucked his dick.
          Dad pushed his dick up in Timmy's butt and the highschool kid pushed his dick up in my dad's butt. I turned it off. I was sick to my stomach. I checked to see how big the file was. It was one hundred and forty mb and there were five days, each about the same size. I took out a blank CD from dad's desk and burned that whole folder to the disk. I searched his computer while the CD burned and found a hidden folder of dad's.
          I kind of took a stab at it and the password was Joey's birthday. The folder was full of hundreds of pictures of little kids sucking grown ups and getting fucked by grown ups. I dragged a copy of that folder to my hidden folder and gave it a new password. I don't know why I did it at the time but something in my told me to do it. I didn't want the folder to get too big so I turned off the camera and reset it to only record every other week and only on Thursday and Friday. I look in that folder when I go to dad's office and it is getting bigger and bigger.

          The third day of school in my sophomore year I was headed home from school with Eric riding along side of me. Dad drove up from behind us and stopped along side to say hi to me. Eric looked at him and said, "Hi, Mr. Pierce." My dad's eyes got real big and his face turned red. "Timmy told me that you don't fuck him no more. Did he get to old for you like I did?" My dad started to stutter.
          "That's okay, dad. I am carrying on the family tradition. I am fucking Eric now. He still has a Peirce up his ass every day."
          Eric looked at me and smiled, "Yeah, sometimes two maybe three times a day. Jase sucks my cock better than you do too. I'm fifteen years old and I can cum now. He likes my cum like you used to make me drink yours when I was little."
          I could tell that my dad was really getting mad. So I took off for home. Eric went the other way so dad couldn't catch both of us. I turned my bike and cut across old lady Everett's yard. She was screaming at me to get out of her yard as I cut over to the next street. I ran into my room and hit my computer to print out a picture of my dad. I didn't have time to select one, I just hit print on the first one to come out. I ran out the back door and around the house to stand out on the sidewalk next to Eric.
          My dad pulled into the drive way and slammed his car door as he got out of the car. "What the fuck are you saying, boy. Are you some sorta faggot queer."
          "Like father like son, cock sucker." My dad turned red with rage. Fred, one of dad's drinking buddies, heard us yelling and came over. He and dad were talking and dad was telling him that I was some sort of queer and had been sucking Eric. Fred was trying to get dad to be quiet. I slipped away and ran around to the back of the house. I went to my room and the printer was still going. In my rush I had told it to print the folder, not one picture. I shut off the computer and grabbed all of the pictures then slipped into the garage.
          I raised the garage door and came out with a whole stack of pictures that I had shoved in a paper bag that was laying in the garage. "I had these laying around. Maybe you would like to see them." I handed some of the pictures to my dad. The one on top was of Fred fucking this little kid while the kid was licking dad's balls. Dad and Fred were kissing each other as they bent over the little kid who looked to be about five or six.
          The man started yelling at dad. It was plain that the pictures were taken in dad's office at the job site. They looked at a few more pictures that showed some of the kids at work fucking dad and of dad sucking their dicks. Fred's son drove up in his pickup truck and came over to see what was going on. I looked at the pictures in my hand and the next picture was of Kenny fucking my dad while my dad had this little boy held against his face. The kid was fucking dad in the mouth.
          Fred yelled at Kenny. The kid was Kenny's eight year old cousin. Dad made a move to grab the pictures from me. I tossed them to Eric and told him to ride like the wind. I told him that if I didn't join him at our rendevous in ten minutes to show the pics to the cops. Dad backed down as Eric rode away.
          My dad looked at me. "I am going to kill you. Where is he going with those pictures? I ran around the house to my bike in the back yard and cut back across old lady Everett's yard again. She yelled at me. I told her my dad was trying to kill me after I caught him having sex with a little boy. She grabbed her chest and sat down in a chair on her front porch as I kept going.
          I got to our rendevous and Eric was hiding behind some old boards and stuff. I hid my bike and we sat there. Dad drove by several times calling out my name but we stayed hidden until late. After dark I sneaked home and got the CDs that I had from his computer and shoved them in my pocket along with the pictures I put in there earlier.
          I had left my bike at Eric's house. I only knew one place where I would be safe so I got on a bus and headed off across town. I didn't know that the buses quit running after six thirty and found myself stranded in a strange part of town. I asked this store guy if I could use his phone to call my brother cause I had missed my bus. He was closing his store up but he let me use his phone then I went outside to wait for Joey.
          This man pulled up to the traffic light and asked me how much. I leaned over and asked him what he said. He asked me how much I charged. I didn't know what he meant. He pulled his car around the corner and got out. He was telling me that he wanted to suck my cock and fuck my cute butt. He said my butt looked like a big bubble and he wanted to bury his face between my cheeks and make me happy.
          I was so scared but I had to stay there. Joey was on his way. I knew he would come. I only hoped that he would get there before this dude did something bad to me. All at once he grabbed me and was trying to drag me to his car. I started to yell and he hit me in the mouth. That's when I heard tires squeal on the pavement and this car was coming right at me.
          The car jumped up on the curb and Joey came running up. The man let go of me and started to run. Joey grabbed me and held me tight. I was holding onto him and crying so hard. The cops were there. I never saw them come up. They yelled at Joey to let go of me. They had their guns pointed at Joey. We were both yelling that we were brothers and that Joey was rescuing me. The cops separated us and checked our ID cards out. We both had the same name and the same address so they had to let us go. I was told that I would have to see a detective. Joey told them that he had a new apartment and gave them that address then he took me home.
          I sat with Joey for a long time as we talked but he kept yawning. I was tired too so I told him that I would really like to lay in his arms like I used to do when I was small and we could talk there. He smiled at me and pulled his clothes off. He blushed when he pulled his shorts off cause he was naked. he told me he didn't have time to get dressed when I called. I smiled at him and pulled my jeans down. I was commando and I had this big old hard on. He just stared at it.
          We got in bed with him behind me and I could feel his cock between my legs. I told him that I was gay and that I loved to get fucked. I didn't tell him that Kyle had told me the whole story about why he had left home but I told him that I knew the whole bit. He hugged me and I could tell that he was crying. I turned over so that our cocks were touching each other.
          He told me that he was sorry. He had fucked up so that he couldn't be there for me when I was growing up. I told him that I was only fifteen and that I had a lot of growing up to do yet. He squeezed my cock and told me that I couldn't grow too much more. I squeezed his cock and told him that I had to catch up to him.

          Call it incest. Call it wrong. Judge us in anyway you choose but Joey and I are lovers now. I made him fuck me and he let me fuck him. We suck each other all of the time. He has some highschool kids come up and we fuck them and they suck and fuck us. We love each other.
          Dad is in prison because he erased his file but my hidden file was still there with his pics and the videos of his office. He had no idea that they were there and tried to say somebody planted them but they were pictures of him and his friends. Altogether twelve people went to prison. There were four teenage highschool kids that worked for dad. Some of them had brought their little brothers for dad to fuck. Three were college kids trying to pay their tuition but they liked fucking dad and some of them messed with the little kids too. Four of them were dad's drinking buddies. We found out that they had been fucking each other since their own highschool days.
          I can't really blame mom for not wanting anything to do with us but I do miss her. She should blame dad for making us what we are but I guess I need to grow up and realize that I did it my way. Nobody is to blame at all.

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