Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 12:16:01 EDT
From: Begmealot@aol.com
Subject: adventures of tray and jay 5

"Adventures of Tray and Jay 5"

PART 5: FAMILY AFFAIR

First payday after school let out for summer, see, and I got home tired but
ready to rock and roll...and found my pop sitting outside in the dark on
the steps!  Man, oh man, all kinds of shit started flying through my mind,
like, is he gonna flip and come after me, what does he want from me now,
why now, how the fuck did he even find me...

"Son, we have to talk," he said as he got to his feet and I approached with
my head down, trying to act like I didn't see him.

"Too late," I shot back brushing past him and taking the steps three at a
time.  I could hear the bastard scrambling to keep up.  So I spun on him
and damn near pushed him back down the steps, but just the thought of it
made me feel dirty inside again a way I hadn't felt since he decided he
didn't love me.  We stared at each other a second before I turned away.

"Tray, please, I'm your father..."

I was opening my door when he said it and my blood boiled over until all I
could do was throw the thing open.  It made a racket but I lost it and went
after my dear pop and grabbed him by his shirt and threw his ass inside to
the floor and slammed the door closed again.  He was so damn shocked he lay
there dazed while I kneeled over him and took him by the ears.  That hurt,
you bet!

"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" I screamed.  "I HAVE MY OWN GODDAMN LIFE AND YOU'RE
NOT PART OF IT YOU PIECE-OF-FUCKING-SHIT!"  I was spraying spit all over
his face but he didn't care.  That's when the tears started.  I mean they
just squirted out of my eyes til I was blind so I had to let go of pop's
ears to wipe it away.

That's when I saw how his face had broken into pieces and he was crying,
too, and it was like a lightning bolt.  My pop was crying, stone man
himself, the original Macho Macho Man.

"Son, I'm sorry!" he sniffed.  "I was wrong, okay?  Is that what you want
to hear?"

"Not quite," I said as coldly as I could and got to my feet, still
struggling to keep the fucking pain inside where it belonged.

"Oh, uh...oh, my God...you don't know," pop was going.  I tried to laugh
with my back to him.  "I love you, boy."

Then my chest collapsed in on itself and these little explosions started
getting out and my arms wrapped around my chest trying all-out not to lose
it in front of him.  Maybe I would have made it but he snuck up on me and
overpowered me with his arms and that's all she wrote.  I was sobbing like
a Girl Scout at a Hanson concert!

My legs buckled and I dropped to the floor but still my pop held on.  I
felt his breath on my neck and his chest heaving and I thrashed but the
fucker had me.  I don't know how long we stayed there in a heap on the
floor.  Long enough for the pain to subside into a dull, embarrassed
aftershock.

"I've always loved you, Tray," pop whispered in my ear, and then he somehow
picked me up like when I was a kid, my arms limp around his neck, and
carried me to the first open bedroom which luckily was mine and lay me out
on the bed.  The light was out but I saw him sitting by me from the back
light.  His hand smoothed my hair and wiped my sweaty brow until this calm
like I've never felt came over me, and my stomach glowed.

"I couldn't deal with you being gay because I thought it was my fault," pop
continued softly.  "There's shit a man can't say to his son, normally.  I
mean, if I didn't have to.  I was afraid, Tray.  Afraid you'd blame me like
you should, like your mother did."

"I...I don't understand, pop."

He leaned close and kissed my forehead, then his lips moved lower but he
started to pull back.  That's when I snapped and gasped and he
misunderstood and tensed so I cupped a hand behind his head and held it
there while I lifted my face to his and kissed my pop.  On the mouth.  Pop
sighed but swallowed and shook his head and cleared his throat.

Pop thought he was going to get off the bed until I grabbed him from behind
and sat up and spun and had him on the bed like it all started in the
living room.  Only I wasn't mad any more.  I touched my pop's face all over
for the first time and he became a new man right in front of me.  He was
real, he wasn't someone I invented, he was warm and vulnerable...

And damn I'm a sucker for wounded animals, especially in the head.  He was
in good shape, too, hell, he's only 40.  I kissed him again, longer, and he
sensed it was pointless to resist.  Maybe it was the hard tongue I slipped
him but fuck me, his stubble drove me wild!  My God what was the matter
with me, first my little brother and now my pop?  Can we say DEVIANT?  Pop
did a perfect reversal and had my shirt off like that.  I grunted in
amusement.

"Done this a few times, huh?" I asked.

"First time," he breathed in my face and kissed me hard.

Between the smacks of his pent-up passion I stammered,
"But...but...pop...you said..."

"Shut up, kid.  Don't make me tell my oldest son THAT."

MY POP'S A QUEER CHERRY! My brain exploded as my hands undid his pants and
reached in and took his cock...and oh my GOD it was big!

"Such a difference the way a man's hand feels down there and your mouth
tastes in mine," pop swooned.  I rolled so he was on his back and while he
kicked off his shoes and got out of his shirt I relieved him of his pants.
I buried my face in his big sweaty balls (they were familiar) and throbbed
when I heard my pop's pleasure.

I licked my way up his long shaft, 9 inches if my tongue was right, and had
to adjust my position with my arm over his chest to go all the way down on
my pop's whole cock, only it turned out the poor guy was like a randy
adolescent!  He throbbed in my throat and his back arched and...

"Son, oh son...I'm gonna come in your...oh God you want it
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"  and that's when my pop blew his nuts straight into my
stomach with a few good squirts for taste in my mouth, and I hardly touched
my boner before it went off like a bomb all over my tight chest and neck.

That's when the lights went on.

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

It was my little bro Jay!  What the fuck is right!

"Pop just stopped by..."

"To make his faggot son...excuse me his elder faggot son...blow his nasty
old dick!" Jay went off a bit harshly.  Pop stood.  "Don't you take another
step you freak!"  Jay was ready to fight.

"Jay, little bro, easy, man, easy," I said as I moved toward him "It's not
what you think."

"How the fuck can it not be what I think when I saw you, my big brother,
sucking him, my pop, and here you are standing buck-assed naked in front of
me with SOMEBODY's sperm all over you!  My God I think I'm losing it!"

"Dad's gay," I said simply, and it hit my poor little bro between the eyes.

"If this isn't a sick joke I'm gonna shit," Jay said hopefully, but I don't
know what he was hoping.  "You're saying pop, Mr. Homophobe himself, is a
cocksucker."

"Finally," pop chimed in gamely.  "Although I always wanted it."

"Right on!" I smiled and gave pop a high five.

Jay was beside himself.  "But mom..."

"She knows, son, even if we don't talk about it," pop added.  "Years ago
she found some...uh...magazines and uh...uh...oh, a toy."

Jay cracked a grin.  "A dildo."  Pop nodded.

"This...I mean Tray...was my first time with a man, because I, I had no
balls."

Jay looked around for something.  "Somebody give me the scissors so I can
make it official," he sneered.  But he took a step closer to pop.

"Fucking hug pop, Jay!" I egged him on.  "If I could..."

But Jay threw himself in pop's arms without further prompting, and I turned
the light off again and closed the door.  Jay's not stupid so we heard him
losing his clothes and we were all naked together in bed for the first
time.  I felt my little bro, who was already rock hard with pop in between,
and kissed pop.  Jay pushed pop on his back and planted one on my mouth.

"How long have you two been fooling around?" pop asked.  "I mean, was it
going on before you left home?"

"I like the way you put that, pop," Jay jabbed.  "But no, our relationship
is one good thing that came of his move."

Then Jay kissed me again, and I took his shaggy head in my hand and moved
our faces down to pop so we could all three smooch at the same time.
That's when Jay really got into it!  He started groaning and bucking his
cock into pop's side, and I couldn't believe it when pop rolled on his side
facing me to give Jay a clear shot at his virgin butt!  Jay was
ready...almost.

"Suck my cock, faggot!" he ordered, and it was clear who he meant.  Anyway
pop was on it, so I stuck my overheated dick in Jay's mouth and it was only
a few seconds later that I was there and rammed my hips harder.

"Mm-hm-mm-hm-mm-hmmmmmmmmm!" Jay encouraged me and as I cut loose in his
sex- crazed mouth he started shaking crazily and spewing his load into pop,
who practically got off himself when he realized his 15-year-old son was
ejaculating in his mouth and it was fucking hot and delicious!  They both
sucked their man dry and assured continued hardness for another round.

"Jay...son...thanks for giving me your beautiful boy juice," pop said
solemnly, and his two juicy boys had to giggle.

"Now I'm ploughing your cherry homo butthole, old man!" Jay warned.  "On
your knees, NOW!"

Pop's eyes met mine, and he looked scared but I smiled and it seemed to
reassure him.  Plus I shoved my cock in his mouth again to keep him
occupied and he liked that a lot.  Not as much as when Jay fingered pop's
crack and then buried his face where no man had gone before.  Pop screamed,
only my nice hard meat stifled him!  I reached under pop...oh, yeah, he was
up for his little boy's hot prick in his ass!

See, I knew what was coming but I didn't tell pop.  He wasn't getting off
(no pun intended) THAT easy.  I'm sure it was the most painful experience
of his life when Jay's full 7" rammed into his previously private area and
that boy took evil delight in sodomizing our wayward pop.  Pop sure grunted
and groaned in agony while Jay made the same basic sounds in ecstasy!

I watched happily.  "That's your little boy at your back door fucking your
brains out, pop!" I observed with true admiration.  "God, I taught my
little bro well!"

I heard pop laugh then around my very aroused penis, and I knew he was
digging it.  Fuck, how couldn't he?  He had two beautiful cocks in him and
they belonged to his handsome boys.  What more could he want?

"What, pop.  What's that?"  I snapped and plunked my rod out of his mouth.

"Turn around and let me taste that hot asshole!" he begged me, so I served
it up fast and hot.

"Oh, my God, pop!  Face fuck me, bitch!  Oh man, eat my spunky hole raw,
cocksucker!  Fuck, pop, THIS IS WHY MOM STAYS WITH YOU ISN'T IT!"

Man, my pop has a dirty laugh sometimes, especially when his nose is buried
up my shithole!  Fuck if he didn't give the best rim job I've ever had!
What a natural.

"Get up here and lay underneath me while your little bro fucks your old
man's dark nasty hole," he ordered me, and you bet Jay helped make room for
that, shit yeah!  So real soon I was flat on my stomach and prone
underneath my hard pop and he pumped his 9" between my clenched cheeks for
a minute so he was good and wet.

See, I guess pop thought that was enough lube so he hauled off and buried
his monster ALL THE WAY up my rear end.

"HOLY FUCK POP IT HURTS BAD OHMYGOD IT'S TOO FUCKING DRY I'M TELLING YOU
POP PLEASE...UNHHH!  OH!  FUCK YEAH!  Oh, yeah, pop, forget what I was
saying you're fine, yeah you are, and your big dick is real fine, pop!
Fuck your older boy like he always wanted, pop."

Suddenly Jay went into overdrive.  "Shit you fucking faggots are too much
I'M GONNA COME I'M GONNA SHOOT OH YEAH POP HERE IT COMES STRAIGHT UP YOUR
BUTT...UH-UH-UH-UH-ARRRRGGHHHHHHHHH!"

Well Jay's wild climax set pop off only he didn't scream out, he dug his
fingers into my shoulders and blasted more of his seed that gave my little
bro and me life, up, up, WAY UP my guts and then when he started to come
back to earth he nibbled on my sweaty ears and all of that shit, my little
bro's orgasm and my pop's volcano cock up my sore anus and his teeth on my
ear lobe, all of it sent me way over the edge so my abused pleasure tool
shot off between my rock hard stomach and the slick sheet.

We all lay there panting and coughing in after sex bliss, and I guess pop
felt a need to acknowledge the occasion.

"You know," he said all solemn again, and hushed, "you're both men to me,
boys."

Me, I would have left it alone, but I'm not my little bro.

"Well, thank God, pop," sighed Jay, "at least you didn't raise a couple of
girls with dicks."

Then the little bastard choked and giggled, and I tried not to but broke
out giggling, too, and pretty soon pop's giggling louder than anyone!  Man,
what a family.

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