A Sexual Life
by Daddy's Boy

This story was told to me by an online friend about his childhood. I have no way of knowing if it is completely true or not, but I took notes for him and decided to write it as he requested. There were gaps of time that he couldn't remember and I decided to fill them in to keep the story going. So parts of the story I know are fiction. The story is about his sexual upbringing and contains a lot of sex between men and boys and occasionally incest. I know that this stuff isn't legal everywhere and not everyone likes this kind of story but for those of you who do here it is.

A Sexual Life - Chapter 7

CODES: M/t, t/t, t/b, b/b, masturbation, oral, rimming, anal

My mother started her twice a month visits the Saturday after New Year's Day. I hadn't been with my dad very long but I'd already gotten used to living with him and Mary. My dad allowed my mother to sit at the kitchen table and asked me if I wanted to sit and talk with her. I was going to say no but then he gave me a look so I went in and sat down across the table from her. Thankfully my dad allowed me to read my book. He also sat next to me. I wasn't really happy to see her but there she was. I did notice that she looked like she was getting really fat though. I wondered if that had happened in jail.

"How far along are you?" my dad asked and I was shocked to understand that my mom was pregnant just like Mary.

"Six months," she said.

"Congratulations," he said but I could hear from his tone that he was only pretending to be nice. That made me at least a little happier.

"Thank you," she said. "I'm looking forward to the baby."

"Where are you living now?" my dad asked. So far I hadn't said a word.

"I've got an apartment at Avenue 5," she said. That was the huge apartment building two blocks from my grandparents' house where Danny had lived before he and his family moved in with his grandparents.

"I thought you would move back in with your parents," said my father.

"That wasn't an option," she said and looked down at her folded hands on the table. "Dad isn't speaking to me."

"I'm sorry to hear that," he said. "But it isn't exactly a shock."

"Look," she sighed. "I don't want to talk about Frank or anything that relates to him. He's in jail for what he did and won't get out for six years. I'm going to have this baby alone and I'll figure things out as I go. At least I've got Brenda."

"Fair enough," he said.

"Is he even gonna to talk to me?" she asked. I was pretending to read a book that I'd brought to the kitchen with me. It was one of the books I was supposed to read for school.

"He's reading his book," said my dad. "The judge said I had to let you see him. He didn't say Chris had to talk to you."

They talked back and forth about how my dad was or was not keeping me in line. My dad made me happy by telling her that I was a good boy who gave him no trouble. He said that things had been a little rough because of what she'd allowed to happen to me but we were getting things on track now. She wasn't happy but I continued to pretend to read my book knowing that I'd still have to read over what I'd already read because I wasn't actually reading it this time. I didn't put the book down until she was gone though.

"You did all right," my dad told me when she was gone. "If you don't want to talk to her I won't make you. She'll be here again in two weeks and I'll make sure you have a book to read if you don't have one. If you decide you want to talk to her that's fine too. Just don't be rude when you talk. She did a bad thing but that's no reason for you to do another bad thing in return."

Things developed into a pattern for me after that. I got together with Danny about every other day and sometimes we'd jack off together. I sucked dick with Warner every night without fail even when he started dating a girl from school. I never saw Ray for more than a few minutes. He had a job like Warner and was only home from school long enough to change into his uniform and leave for work. The following Saturday my dad and Warner went somewhere for two hours and then came back. I could tell by the way Warner was walking that my dad had fucked him again but this time I didn't get upset about it. That was their business. I was having sex every night so it didn't really matter to me one way or the other what they were doing.

When the weather started to warm up my uncle Dave came over every weekend and sometimes in the evening during the week. He and my dad worked on the basement the entire time he was here while I entertained Jack in the room that Warner and I shared. He was easy enough to keep happy and I enjoyed spending time with him. Uncle Dave told me I'd have to come and spend a weekend with them once again. I hadn't gotten to do that yet and Jack kept asking me about it every time they came.

My mom came every other Saturday for three hours. I usually did my homework when she came. Dad always sat with me but he'd started reading the newspaper when my mother was there. She must have understood that there wasn't going to be conversation because the third time she came she brought a bag with her and while I did homework and my dad read the paper she knitted a blanket. It went on that way for the rest of the winter and into the spring. She got bigger and bigger as the weeks went on and then finally right before Easter my dad told me that Mom wasn't coming for a while because she was in the hospital having her baby. He told me that night before my shower that my mom had given birth to a baby boy. I now had a little brother.

School work got harder as we got closer to the end of the school year. I had a lot more homework to do and now that my mom wasn't coming to see me every other Saturday I did the homework with Danny as soon as we got off the school bus. I still hadn't been around Danny when Ray was around so I hadn't seen them play. Warner asked me if me and Danny were playing around and I told him we were. He told me that he knew Ray from school and suspected that he was into playing. He never told me why though. It was just another thing for me to think about.

But then it was Danny who moved us from jacking off to sucking dick the day after Warner had said that about Ray. We were sitting in his room having just finished our homework. He always had more trouble with science than I did so I helped him. We saved jacking off for after homework like a reward for doing it. We were sitting there with our pants around our ankles and had each other's dicks in our hands when he stopped and looked at me in a funny way with his eyebrows all pinched together.

"Can I show you something more fun?" he asked after a minute.

"Like what?" I asked not thinking that he'd even mention sucking.

"It's something that my brother taught me and it feels really good," he said. "I promise you'll like it."

"Okay," I said. He'd just confirmed everything I thought was going on between him and his brother.

I knew what he was going to do now even before he leaned over and put his mouth on my dick. He knew to watch his teeth and he actually took almost all of it into his mouth. I was a lot bigger than him but then I figured Ray might just be bigger than me. Warner had explained to me that dicks came in all sorts of sizes so it was possible. He did a great job on me. He was sucking for dear life and I was enjoying every minute of it. Then he stopped and slid off the edge of the bed until he was kneeling on the floor. Then he crawled between my legs which was hard for him with his pants around his ankles. When he got in the position he was trying for he took my dick back into his mouth. It felt much better from this angle but then I'd only ever done it from this angle until he'd leaned over and started sucking me.

He was right about one thing. I liked it. He was good at what he was doing that was for sure. Warner was better but Danny made up for what he lacked with pure excitement. He sucked me almost all the way down and then backed off. When he let my dick come out of his mouth he gripped it around the base and took a deep breath. Then he went down on me again and I about came then and there when I felt the head of my dick pop into his throat. He swallowed over and over again as soon as it happened and I lurched closer to my orgasm. Then he backed completely off to take a few more deep breaths. When he did it all over again I shot straight to my orgasm. I tried to warn him but when I opened my mouth to say the word all that game out was a garbled moan. He must have known what I was trying to do because he backed off so that the head wasn't in his throat anymore. Then I shot three hard blasts of cum into his mouth. He couched around my dick but he didn't let any of it go. The last two pulses of cum weren't nearly as strong as the others and he didn't miss a drop. When I was finished cumming he let my dick fall from his lips to sit back on his heels and wipe the back of his hand across his lips.

"You shoot a lot of cum," he said with a smile. "Ray doesn't even shoot that much."

"Yeah," I breathed as I pulled him off his knees. "Sit on the bed and I'll do you."

"Really?" he asked with wide eyes. "Ray never does. This'll be so cool!"

I stored that information away for later and got a down on my knees in front of him. Close up his dick looked like Warner's only a lot smaller and with no hair around it. I took it straight into my mouth all the way to his pubes and he bucked his hips like he was trying to drive it deeper into my mouth. I just held it there and let my tongue swirl around the head until his knees tensed and his fists gripped the sheet underneath him. He shook and gasped as his dry orgasm took him. I knew from experience that he could just go on so I kept up my actions until it happened a second time. This time he beat his fists on the bed and let out a strangled moan. I sat back and smiled at him.

"So did you like it?" I asked him.

"Wow," he gasped as he sat back up. "You really made me get the feelings a lot."

"It's called an orgasm Danny," I said. "Even though you can't cum it feels really great."

"It was cool!" he exclaimed as his mother called up to us.

We got our pants back up and went down to see what she wanted. It turned out that I had to go home. I told him I'd see him in the morning and headed across the street with my book bag over my shoulder. When I got in the front door I saw Mary's overnight bag by the couch. My dad was grabbing his wallet and keys. He stopped to look at me for a minute and then he told me to get my stuff together. Then I saw Mary sitting in the kitchen holding her stomach.

"The baby's coming," my dad said. "You have to get moving."

I went to the bedroom and got a pair of jeans and a shirt and shoved them in my book bag. I quickly added socks and underwear. This had been decided weeks ago. I would pack my clothes for the night and ride to the hospital with Dad and Mary. Uncle Dave would be pick me up and take me to his house. Dad said only to pack for one night because I'd only be staying with Uncle Dave for one night. He said that Warner was old enough to look after me after that. It had already been taken care of that Warner would take time off his job while his mom was in the hospital.

We got in the Blazer and Mary was holding my dad's watch in her hand as she gripped the seat belt. She kept leaning forward in the seat and groaning really loud and then Dad would ask her how far apart they were. I didn't know what they were but she kept telling him. I noticed that each time she told him the minutes she said got lower. He drove faster and we arrived at the hospital really quickly. Dad got out of the Blazer and went to get a wheelchair while I stayed with Mary.

"You're gonna have a baby brother or sister very soon," she said. "This baby wants out!"

"I'm sorry you hurt," I told her because I could tell that she was in pain but she laughed.

"Oh Sweetie its awright," she said. "I won't hurt for long."

Dad came up then with the wheelchair and helped Mary into it. I carried my book bag and her overnight bag into the Emergency Room and went to sit in the waiting room must like my dad had told me. It wasn't long and they were gone through the double doors with a nurse. Then I just sat there and took out my copy of Anne of Ingleside and started reading while I waited for Uncle Dave to show up. The book was a seventh grade reading book. My dad was really proud of me for being so advanced in reading. I just didn't think about it much. I was still reading when Uncle Dave and Jack came through the doors and into the Emergency Room. Once they found me we made our way up to the Maternity floor and sat in the waiting room. My dad came in a few minutes later to make sure we'd gotten there and told us that the baby would come any time.

"So you're gonna have a little brother or sister soon," Uncle Dave said when Dad went back to Mary's room.

"Yeah," I said and then thought about my mother's baby. "My mom had a baby a few months ago. His name is Cory."

"Your dad told me about that," he said. "Do you get to spend any time around him?"

"Mom brings him with her when she comes to see me," I said.

"You still givin' her the silent treatment?" he asked.

"I'm never going to talk to her again," I told him.

"Okay," he said. "I can understand that."

Then Warner came into the room looking nervous and jumpy. He sat next to me and looked at Uncle Dave but didn't say anything for a few minutes. Then he pulled something out of his pocket and sighed. He kept looking at what was in his hand and back at Uncle Dave. Uncle Dave looked at him with a funny little smile on his face. I looked back and forth at both of them as I sat there with Jack. I wondered what was going on but I was sure I was about to find out.

"Uncle Dave," Warner said with a strange sound in his voice. "Did Mom have the baby?"

"No," said Uncle Dave. "Brice said it'll be any minute though."

"Okay," he sighed. "I got a problem though."

"What kind of problem?" asked Uncle Dave.

"Well I sorta got this speeding ticket on my way over," he said holding out what was in his hand.

"I see that," said Uncle Dave. "I'm sure your mom and Brice'll understand as long as you don't make a habit of the speeding."

"Oh I won't," he said. "Believe me."

"I do," laughed Uncle Dave. "How's the Granada treating you?"

Uncle Dave had sold my dad a car to give to Warner for his sixteenth birthday. Dad said it was a Ford Granada and that it was manufactured in 1977. That was just four years after I was born. Warner had been driving the shiny blue car since his birthday. Dad had told him that keeping the car depended on his grades staying up along with his ability to keep his job and pay for gas and no tickets or accidents. He had a speeding ticket and I understood that now he was afraid that Dad would take the car from him.

"It's a great car," he said. "And I'm going to miss it."

"You're gonna miss it!" cried Uncle Dave as he slapped his knee and laughed very loudly. "Boy, they're not gonna take it from you because you got a speeding ticket trying to get to the hospital while your mom's in labor!"

"Yeah sure," said Warner looking angry now. "Laugh at me. Brice said one ticket. Well I got one ticket today and Brice isn't exactly forgiving."

"Boy you're killin' me!" laughed Uncle Dave. "With all the shit you two get up to you think he'd take the car from you for a speeding ticket?"

"Shut up!" Warner hissed looking around the room. We were the only ones there but I suddenly understood that Uncle Dave knew what was going on between my dad and Warner. I wondered if he was doing things with Warner too. I suddenly wasn't looking forward to a night at his place.

"Oh calm down," said Uncle Dave. He wasn't laughing anymore. "You think Chris doesn't know about you two?"

"I know Chris knows damn it," he said as he stood up. "But you don't have to say it to the whole world."

My dad came in then with a huge grin on his face. He stopped when he saw the serious looks on Warner and Uncle Dave's faces. Then he looked at me and his smile went away completely. I must have had a look on my face or something because he came in and sat down next to me and then looked at them. "What happened?" he asked.

"I got a speeding ticket coming over here," said Warner handing the ticket to my dad.

"So we'll pay it," said Dad. "Big deal. You have a brand new baby brother."

"Its a boy?" Uncle Dave asked suddenly looking very excited.

"Its a boy!" cried my dad smiling again. "Six pounds and seven ounces of one hundred percent boy!"

After that the earlier discussion was forgotten by all but me. We went to the nursery to see my new baby brother. A brother that I shared with Warner. He was the only baby in the basinets and he was screaming his little head off. He had a dusting of dark hair on his head and had kicked the blue receiving blanket off his body in the fit he was throwing. I saw the dark shape on his stomach and wondered what it was. My dad and Uncle Dave were talking a mile a minute as they smiled and looked at the baby.

Then it was time for us to leave. Uncle Dave told Warner to drive straight to his house and I was confused. If Warner was old enough to take care of me at home then why were we supposed to be at Uncle Dave's for the night? I didn't ask any questions though. Probably because I knew if I asked they'd lie to me again. I didn't want to be lied to so I just let things happen as they happened. I climbed into Uncle Dave's truck sitting between Dave and Jack. Jack kept up an continuous strain of chatter all the way back to Uncle Dave's house. It as good in a way because I could stay quiet and Uncle Dave didn't say anything other than his obligatory responses to what Jack was saying.

Uncle Dave's house was smaller than my dad's. It was a blue two story house with a dark roof. The front porch was long and took up almost half the side of the house. It had a roof over it and there was a white swing suspended from the roof by heavy looking chains. The front door opened into the small dining room with the set of stairs to the second floor along the opposite wall. There was a small dining table with four chairs in the center of the room with a hanging light above it. The room was carpeted with a dark red plush carpet that matched the drapes on the windows. The walls were paneled with a dark wood.

The downstairs half bath was right behind the stairs. It was a small room with only a toilet and sink but everything was white. The floor and walls were white tiles and the ceiling was spackled white. It was clear that this room was only designed for one person to be in it at a time. There were two open doorways in the room with one at each end. One led into the living room and the other the kitchen. The kitchen was small but had cabinets and counters all the way around it. The refrigerator was big with the main compartment on top. The freezer compartment rolled out from the bottom.

The living room was blue. The walls were painted a light blue and the carpet was a plush coral blue. There was a long couch along the wall adjacent to the doorway and a recliner against the opposite wall with a console television across from the doorway. A pile of Jack's toys were in the far corner. Pictures of Jack from his birth to the present lined the wall above the couch. There was a very large picture of Uncle Dave and his late wife with Jack in her arms. He was just a year old when his mother had died. My dad said cancer had killed her. She was a pretty woman with long dark hair and bright green eyes.

There were two bedrooms upstairs. The smaller one at the front of the house was Jack's. He had a single bed along the wall adjacent to the door and a chest of drawers against the opposite wall. They were both white painted wood. The frame and headboard of his bed were the same wood as the chest of drawers. There was a big football in the corner. It was a toy box full of toys. Warner and I put our bags on the floor by the chest of drawers. Uncle Dave's room was at the back of the house. He had a big bed with four posts that were dark stained oak and matched the night tables on either side of the bed. He had a long dresser against the other wall made from the same dark stained oak. There was a door on both sides of the dresser. One lead to his closet and the other to his own personal bathroom.

The second bathroom was just outside his room. The door to that bathroom was accessible only from the hall. It had a tub and shower combo along the back wall with a white cabinet where the white sink was with a toilet beside it. The medicine cabinet above the sink had three mirrored doors with lights up the sides. Just like the bathroom downstairs the floor and walls were white tile with a spackled white ceiling. The clothes hamper on the other side of the sink was filled with Jack's clothes.

Uncle Dave made us some hamburgers and french fries. We sat at the small dining table to eat them. He asked Warner a bunch of questions about his work and Jack kept talking. I was starting to wonder if the kid ever stopped talking. I supposed he'd stop when he was asleep and it was getting pretty late. Uncle Dave noticed because as soon as Jack's plate was empty he told him it was bath time. Jack raced up the stairs and Uncle Dave followed him a second later.

"So we have a little brother," Warner said smiling at me from across the table.

"We do," I agreed. "He's a cute baby."

"Yes he is," he said. "So how does it feel to be a big brother?"

"I was a big brother a few months ago," I reminded him.

"Yeah but this one will live in the same house as you do," he said.

"Yeah," I said smiling at him. "That's pretty cool."

"And you know in less than two years I'll be gone," he said.

"Where are you gonna go?" I asked. I hadn't thought about Warner leaving. Was he leaving because of the baby?

"Because I'll be an adult," he said. "I'm gonna go to college or somethin'."

"Oh," I said after a minute.

We were still sitting there saying nothing when Uncle Dave came back downstairs and told me it was my turn in the shower. He told Warner to use the shower in his room while he washed the dishes. I took my shower and brushed my teeth. I put on my underwear and went into Jack's room where a big pallet had been laid down for me and Warner. I climbed in and surprised myself by falling asleep almost instantly. I woke up when Warner came into the room and climbed into the pallet but went right back to sleep. Then I don't know why I woke up but I noticed that the lights were off and it was really quiet in the room. The only sound in the room was Jack's gentle breathing. The other thing I noticed was that Warner wasn't lying next to me. I also had to pee.

I got up and went to the bathroom but along the way I saw the light under Uncle Dave's door. I didn't think anything of it at first and went on into the bathroom. When I was coming back out I heard Uncle Dave say something. Then I remembered that Warner wasn't on the pallet in Jack's room. So I put my ear to Uncle Dave's door and the door moved a little. It opened enough for me to peek inside. I saw Uncle Dave sitting up against his headboard. He wasn't wearing a shirt but that wasn't what let me know what was going on. Warner was laying on the bed with his head between Uncle Dave's thighs. His head was bobbing up and down.

"I still say you should come stay without Chris some time," Uncle Dave said.

"Look," said Warner as he lifted his head. "Chris got really mad when he found out about me and Brice. I'm not rocking the boat okay? I like having him for a little brother and I like it best when he's talking to me."

"And sucking your dick," laughed Uncle Dave.

"That's got nothing to do with you," Warner said. "Now stop talking about Chris or I'll just go back to bed."

"You don't wanna do that before you get my ball juice now do ya?" chuckled Uncle Dave. Then his eyes opened wide and he said, "Ow!"

"Shut up then," Warner said.

"You know for a sixteen year old cocksucker you got a lot of lip," said Uncle Dave.

I went back to Jack's room and sat down on the pallet. Was I mad about what I'd seen and heard? Well mad wasn't the right word. Shocked was a good word for what I was. I had thought Uncle Dave and Warner were playing but I didn't know that Uncle Dave knew about me and Warner. I wasn't sure I liked that. Until that night I'd thought Uncle Dave was pretty cool. I was rapidly changing my opinion of him. One thing I was sure about was that I never wanted to spend the night in Uncle Dave's house again. That's what I was thinking about as I laid back down and went to sleep.

The next morning Uncle Dave stuck his head in the door and told us all to get up and get ready for school. Warner would drive himself to school but Uncle Dave would drive me to school before he dropped off Jack and then went to work. We had bowls of cereal at the table but Uncle Dave kept telling us to hurry so I didn't enjoy it. We were all getting our stuff together at the front door after that.

"You're driving home after school right?" Uncle Dave asked Warner.

"Yeah and the bus will drop Chris off," he said. "Brice said he'd be home tonight."

"Well have a good day," he said and smiled at me. "Ready?"

Instead of answering him I just walked out the door and headed for his truck. He and Jack came up behind me and he unlocked the door. I climbed in and then helped Jack get in. When Uncle Dave got in the driver's seat he looked at me funny for a minute and then started the truck. Luckily Jack started babbling as we pulled out of the driveway and he kept up his chatter until we reached the middle school. Uncle Dave told me to have a good day but I just said goodbye to Jack and then headed on in the building.

Danny was waiting for me and was really excited about my new baby brother. He talked to me all the way to our first class and then the day began. It went pretty quickly for which I was happy. Danny and I sat on the bus together and talked about babies and how much they cried and pooped all the way home. When I walked in the door I didn't see Warner anywhere. I knew he was there because his car was outside. I put my book bag on the couch and then went to change into shorts and a t-shirt. When I walked into the room I shared with him I stopped in my tracks.

Warner was lying on his back with his legs on the shoulders of Danny's older brother Ray. Ray was on his knees and his butt was humping fast against Warner. I knew he was fucking him. I just couldn't believe it. Warner was playing with everybody! He saw me and then pushed Ray away. Ray started to complain and then he saw me. He was sitting on his butt facing me and his hard dick was sticking straight up. I just looked at him for a minute and then walked out of the room. I was just sitting down on the couch when Ray came running through the room with his shorts on. His shirt and shoes were in his arms. He didn't say anything to me. He just ran out the door and slammed it shut behind him. Warner came into the living room a few minutes later.

"He didn't have to leave," I said. "You guys could have kept going."

"You're not mad?" he asked sitting down beside me.

"Why should I be mad?" I asked. "Who you fuck is your business."

"But you got mad about me and Brice," he said.

"That's my dad," I said. "I know you guys do it and I don't care anymore. I just had to get it in my head that it had nothing to do with me."

"But you're still not the same with him," he said. "It hurts him that you don't have much to do with him."

"Well that's just not going to change any time soon Warner," I said. "I'm not sure why it is that way but it is."

"Well I'm glad you're not mad at me for letting Ray fuck me," he said. "That's not what we were going to do actually. He came over to get help with his math and then we got to talking about you and Danny sucking each other off every day."

"He knows about that?" I asked and then dismissed it. Of course Danny had told him.

"Yeah," he said. "I didn't tell him though. I swear."

"I know you didn't," I said. "Danny did. I should have known he would. I mean he told me he learned it from Ray."

"Yeah," laughed Warner. "So we're cool?"

"Yes we are," I said. "I just wanted to change my clothes."

We laughed about that and I got to change into shorts and t-shirt. I made it over to Danny's a little later than I was supposed to and he was full of questions so I knew he didn't know about his brother fucking Warner. I decided not to enlighten him. We sat on his bed and did our homework. Then just like any other day we got into position so we could such each other's dicks. We were in the middle of it when I suddenly had an urge to look at the door. No one ever came into the room while we were sucking but today there stood Ray in the open doorway with his dick in his hand as he watched us.

"Hot," he said when he saw me looking. "Can I play too?"

"Its okay with me Ray," said Danny as he let my dick fall from his mouth.

"Jesus!" Ray breathed. "Your dick is as big as mine!"

"I told you he was big," Danny said grinning from ear to ear.

"He sure is that," he said looking at me funny. "Are you sure you're only ten years old?"

"I'm ten all right," I said but I didn't smile. Something about him just didn't seem right to me. I didn't know what it was.

"Well Dan let's show him how we play," he said as he came all the way into the room and shut the door. "Get the stuff."

Danny got up and knelt beside the bed. He sat back up with a jar of petroleum jelly and popped the lid off the jar. He stuck two fingers into the goo inside and then turned and started to rub it on Ray's dick. I thought he should probably have some on his dick already from fucking Warner. Then I got a surprise when Ray dipped one finger into the jar and then Danny bent over. Ray started to rub it into Danny's ass hole and then he stuck his finger in him. Danny moaned when that happened and my dick got hard again from watching even though I think I was a little sick from seeing it. Danny was just a little boy after all.

Ray worked his finger in and out of Danny's ass for a few minutes and then I was shocked when he shoved two fingers into Danny. Danny winced and jerked when he shoved them in but pretty soon he was still again and then Ray pulled his fingers out of him. I watched as he climbed back up on the bed and Ray walked over to him. Danny had his legs dangling off the side of the bed until Ray lifted them and put his feet on his shoulders. He lined his dick up to Danny's hole and pushed it in.

"You okay?" he asked Danny.

"Yeah," Danny said back.

Then Ray started to fuck in and out of him. I was sitting in such a way that I could see his dick going in and out of Danny's shiny hole. My own dick was pulsing in my hand and I hadn't even realized I'd grabbed hold of it until then. Ray was watching me with a grin on his face. He fucked in and out of Danny and made his little brother moan like he was really liking it. I thought about that for a minute. Warner seemed to like getting fucked and so did Danny. I wondered why I couldn't remember how it felt when Scott fucked me. If it felt as good as Danny and Warner seemed to think it did I thought I should remember that.

"Come stand over him Chris and I'll suck you off," Ray said after a minute of me watching them. "That's some dick you got."

I did as he said and stood up with my feet on either side of Danny's body. I had to scrunch down a bit so that my dick was in Ray's face and then he took it in his mouth and started to suck me. It felt just as good as when Danny sucked me. He wasn't as good at it as Warner was but I didn't think anyone was that good. I let him suck me while he fucked his brother but when I started to cum I lost my balance and fell sideways pulling my spurting dick from Ray's mouth. I laid back on the bed and enjoyed my orgasm as Ray started to push himself as deep into Danny as he could.

"I feel it," Danny said suddenly. He seemed out of breath from the fuck.

"I'm cummin'," Ray said and threw his head back as he slammed himself against his brother.

The sex in this story has been pretty perfunctory so far. That's because everyone so far has just been trying to get off as fast as possible. I promise it'll get better when Chris gets a little older. Even so I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'd like to hear from you all, but flames will be ignored. You can send me your comments. Thanks to LordRand for editing the story for me.