Date: Tue, 24 Oct 2000 03:14:30 -0500
From: Bry  Daniels <666lover@angelfire.com>
Subject: Battle of Good and Evil

BATTLE OF GOOD AND EVIL by Bryan Daniels

Micah's Story

	Brock Jarrett was a senior, and he owned a really cool car, and he
lived only a few doors away from me, and he was offering me a ride home
from school.  Senior guys rarely talk to freshmen so I felt flattered that
he even pulled over and asked me if I wanted a lift.  My parents didn't
care much for the Jarrett's, they had a reputation for bad behavior, but
what could just a ride home hurt.  He invited me into his house to play his
Nintendo (dad won't allow video games, he thinks they are a complete waste
of time).  While I was playing he brought me a glass of beer. "Do you have
a Coke or something?" I asked.
	"Don't worry, nobody's home, no one will catch us."
	"But I don't drink."
	"No way.  Seriously?  Shit don't let anyone at school hear you say
that, they'll think you're a total pussy.  I mean this isn't junior high
anymore, everybody drinks."
	"I don't."
	"Shit are you that immature that you can't drink?"
	"No I just..."
	"Then prove it, just take a sip."  I sipped the beer, nothing
happened.  "Bottoms up," Brock said as he gulped down his beer, I also took
a couple of gulps.  By the end of my second glass I was getting very warm
and sort of lightheaded.  Brock helped me take off my shirt and then
switched the TV from video game to VCR.  He put in a video and hit play.
On the screen were two naked guys and a naked girl.  The girl was sucking
the penis of one of the guys and getting fucked by the other.
	"Oh my gosh," I gulped.  Brock filled my glass with another beer.
	"Hot, huh?"
	"I shouldn't be watching this."
	"There's a lot of stuff that we shouldn't do that we do anyway."
Then he leaned over and started sucking on my tits.  I don't remember ever
saying yes or no about anything, all I remember is that in no time at all
he had my clothes off and was sucking on my cock, then we were sucking on
each other's cocks, and finally he put his penis in my bottom.  It was
funny, dad always told me that sin creeps up on you gradually, not all at
once.  But for me I went from a virgin teetotaller to a slut in one
afternoon.  The weird part was I liked it.  I mean I felt guilty and all
for what I'd done, but overall I liked the feeling of being bad and having
sex.  Over the next week I saw Brock almost every day and he used me like a
two-bit whore.
	When dad found out that I'd been over to the Jarrett's house he
forbade me to go again.  Dad had warned his congregation (dad's a
Pentecostal minister) about the Jarrett's several years ago (there was talk
about witchcraft or Paganism or Satan worship or something).  There had
even been talk about trying to get the Jarrett's to move out of the
neighborhood.  Ultimately dad and the others on the street dropped their
efforts, but not before Wade Jarrett (Brock's dad) threatened to sue.  Dad
always warned us that the Jarrett's were an extremely dangerous influence
so to stay away from them (my older sister is also a senior in high school,
she had been expressly forbidden to even talk to Brock, let alone date him.
Now I was a major sinner because I didn't listen to dad's warnings.
	I told Brock about dad's command that I never set foot in the
Jarrett's home again, he was unfazed.  He just said we'd have to do a
better job of sneaking me in and out in the future, then he fucked me.
Brock liked to brag about his sexual abilities.  He said that there was
nothing that he wouldn't try, so long as it wasn't like violent or
something.  He dared me to try and come up with something sexual that he
wouldn't do, then he turned the dare into a wager.  "I'll give you three
chances to come up with something sexual that you think I wouldn't do, if I
do all three of them then you have to do one sexual thing that I tell you,
no arguments."
	"What do I get if you chicken out and don't do all three things
that I say?"
	"My collection of porn videos."  This was too good to believe.  I
could think of lot's of sexual things that he wouldn't dare do, and as soon
as he caved in and didn't do it I'd get all his videos.  As I shook his
hand on the bet he reminded me "nothing violent."
	I had him nailed on the first one.  "Be a peeping tom for an hour
some evening, on this street."  Every home on our block has a dog, some
have two, every person on the street knows the Jarrett's.  There was no way
he'd dare look in windows on this street, the dogs would bark, and he'd get
caught.  Even if he tried looking he'd get caught before an hour and I'd
get all his videos.
	"Okay, come by tomorrow evening around ten-thirty and you can watch
to make sure I do it."
	At ten-forty he led me over to the side of his house where the
bushes are thick.  He motioned for me to look in the one window on that
side where there was a light on.  I looked in, there was Mr. Jarrett naked
on his bed with a major hard-on, and some girl who wasn't Mrs. Jarrett
rubbing her tits against his meat.  Mr. Jarrett pushed her head down onto
his pole and she sucked it.  Before long he had her kneeling on the bed and
his stiff cock plugging her pussy.  Mr. Jarrett is one hot looking papa
with a huge (thick) weapon between his legs.  He pumped the lady from all
different directions.  It was the first time I've ever seen actual sex
being performed and I was very aroused.  Brock took advantage of my state
and pulled down my pants and started sucking me off, then licking out my
butt.  The he stood up behind me and slipped his pole up my ass.  As I
stared at one Jarrett cock in action I was the recipient of another.  After
a few minutes Brock blew his load into my butt, a while later Mr. Jarrett
covered his friend's tits with his juice.
	"I thought we were gonna do the peeping Tom thing tonight."
	"What do you call what we just did?"
	"It doesn't count, this is your own house."
	"The rule was that I act like a peeping Tom in this neighborhood,
we're in this neighborhood."
	The second challenge was to streak during the school pep rally on
Friday.  Again I blew it by not being specific enough.  During the rally he
streaked...on the far end of the parking lot where nobody was (especially
since everyone was in the gym for the rally).  My guess is that no one but
me saw him run naked along the back fence of the school.
	Number three had to be a guaranteed "no possible way" so that I
wouldn't have to agree to his sexual demand.  "I want you to rape some guy
in our high school using no mask or anything else that keeps him from
knowing who was doing it."  Brock never would be stupid enough to risk a
jail sentence just to win the bet.  He looked worried, I felt victorious, I
had outwitted him.  I had him bring out the video collection that would
soon be mine.  We watched part of a film and eventually he fucked me.
Right after he blew his load up my ass he walked to the bookshelf and took
out the dictionary.  He showed me the definition of the term "statuatory
rape".  "Sexual intercourse with a minor, usually a person under the age of
18."
	"You're only 15, I win," he said with a wicked grin.
	"I didn't say statuatory rape, I said rape."
	"Statuatory rape is rape pretty boy.  Come by tomorrow to find out
about your half of the bet."
	Brock had no idea what kind of risks I'd face if I did something
public.  My dad is a local minister and extremely conservative.  If I did
something embarrassing he might lose his job or kick me out of the house.
Brock already had a bad reputation, so does his family, so he's got nothing
to lose by being bad.  I worried and fretted over it all during dinner
until it finally came to me, all I have to do is refuse to do whatever he
said.  The worse thing he could do is refuse to sleep with me and that
would probably be for the best since I'm not supposed to be fucking anyway.
	The next evening I went over to his house fully ready to say "no"
to whatever he asked, but he didn't ask, he just started undressing me and
sucking my cock.  Before long I was kneeling on Brock's bed getting his
pride up my hole.  In to the middle of this walked Mr. Jarrett.  "Well,
well, well, if it isn't the minister's son.  What would daddy think about
his oldest boy being cornholed by my boy's nasty dick."
	I couldn't believe Brock's reaction to what was going on.  He'd
been caught by his own dad having gay sex and he couldn't be less
concerned.  I tried to pull off of him and bury my face in the mattress but
he grabbed my hips and refused to let me move.
	"Mr. Jarrett please don't say anything..."
	"Do you mean like your dad did when he tried to convince people
that I should be run out of this neighborhood.  It was your dad who told
everybody that he was glad that he had enough self-control remain
monogamous while I couldn't keep my dick in my pants if my life depended on
it.  Well now who's dick is way out of his pants.  You know your dad's
problem is that he thinks he's perfect, but I know that he's just as human
as me.  Your dad has seven kids, obviously daddy likes to fuck.  It's time
that daddy gets pulled off of his high horse."
	"Oh fuck, oh fuck..." Brock moaned before filling my hole with his
cream.  He pulled out and then laid on the bed, I sat on the edge of the
bed and tried to figure out how to make this all go away.  Mr. Jarrett sat
next to me and put his hand on my thigh.
	"Brock tells me that you owe us a sexual favor because of a bet.
You're gonna be the bait that gets daddy's hard cock out of his pants."
	"What do you mean?"
	Daddy's gonna enjoy incest with his oldest boy."
	"No, I won't do it."
	"Okay but consider the consequences.  Daddy will find out that
you've been letting my boy fudge-pack your hole.  If he's just as guilty of
sin he won't be able to do anything about it, if not though you're gonna be
in real hot water at home."
	"I'll just tell him that you're lying.  It's your word against
mine."
	"Actually it's your word against Sony's."  Mr. Jarrett pointed to a
video camera hidden inside an open closet.  "Smile pretty boy, you're on
candid camera."


Seth's Story

	When Carla (my wife) told me that she had seen Micah leaving the
Jarrett home I hit the roof.  Of course I banned Micah from even talking to
them again.  Then Micah had the audacity to ask me if he could go on a
camp-out with the Jarrett's, I came very close to slapping the boy, was he
just not listening to me?  "The Jarrett's are evil.  They will lead you to
Satan faster than anyone I know.  If I hear of you hanging out with Brock
Jarrett at school I'll pull you out of there and start home-schooling you
so fast."  I know I sounded harsh but I had to, Micah has four younger
brothers that idolize him.  Whatever path Micah chooses to take he'll
probably take some or most of his little brothers with him.  Micah had to
be my rock.
	Then today I get home and Carla tells me that Micah is spending the
night with a friend.  I know it sounds suspicious but my first thought was
Brock Jarrett.  I called the Jarrett home, Mrs. Jarrett said that Brock and
his dad were gone on a campout and wouldn't be back until Sunday.  She
didn't know if Micah had gone with them.  An hour later I got a collect
call from Micah.  "Dad I did a real bad thing," he said almost crying.
Then Mr. Jarrett got on the phone and said that Micah had just admitted
that he did not have my permission to go on the camp-out and what did I
want to do about him.
	"Where are you, I'll come and get him."
	"Well right now we're about eight miles from the camp-site, why
don't we just meet you there."  He gave me directions to a cabin about
eighty miles into the mountains.  The last eight miles were especially
treacherous, especially in the dark; I nearly wrecked twice.  When I got to
the cabin I found out that there were a lot more people here than the
Jarrett's.  There were a number of naked men and boys running around.  The
only good thing was that there weren't, near as I could see, any women
around.  Apparently I'd just run into a nest of nudists, not an orgy.  As I
wandered around feeling a little conspicuous (I was the only person wearing
clothes) I saw lots of young naked boys (some probably as young as 12 or
13), some older teens and young twenties, and then a number of guys my age
and a little older.  They all seemed friendly enough and several of the
boys helped me locate where the Jarrett's had pitched their tent.  The tent
was empty and so I waited until Wade showed up, naked as everyone else.
	"Wade where is my boy?"
	"He freaked out.  Brock told me he'd explained to Micah that this
was a nudist camp but apparently he hadn't.  When Micah saw all the naked
bodies he ran into the woods.  Do you teach your kids to be that afraid of
their own bodies?"
	"Look Wade don't give me a lecture on good parenting, I just want
my boy."  Brock then walked into the tent, he too was totally nude.  My
oldest child, Melissa, goes to school with Brock.  I've heard her talk
about how attractive he is, now I could see it.  For a seventeen year old
boy he had some significant muscle development.  Unlike his dad he had very
little body hair which caused the curves of his muscles to stand out all
the more.  I wondered how many girls had been led to their spiritual doom
by his handsome, bad-boy face and chiseled body.
	"Dad I saw him.  He said his dad would kill him if he was to be
seen here and so he was gonna hide in the woods until everyone went to
sleep and then he'd come back to the tent."
	"But you're sure he's okay?"
	"He's fine, just scared."
	"C'mon Seth let's go get you something to eat.  Micah will come
back in a couple of hours and then you can take off first thing in the
morning."
	"No, we'll leave as soon as I find my son."
	"You want to brave that road again while it's dark, and you're
tired?  We've got room and extra sleeping bags in here, just spend the
night."
	"In a nudist camp, I don't think so."
	"My God I was right, you are scared of the naked body.  What's the
matter Seth, are you as human as the rest of us?  Or are you even worse.
These guys are used to nudity and so they can handle it.  Perhaps you can't
handle nudity because it turns you on?  What's the matter, all those cute
little boys out there making you horny.  Maybe that's Micah's problem too,
he's scared of flesh because he wants it so bad."
	"Jarrett I'm happily married, I'm already sexually happy.  As for
Micah he wants to wait for his wedding night."
	"Prove it.  Stay here until Sunday afternoon, enjoy the weekend.
You prove to me that you and Micah are as strong as you say and I promise
that Brock will never hang around with Micah again, right Brock?"
	"Okay dad."
	"But if you chicken out then we'll both know that you're no
stronger than the rest of us and I'll encourage Brock to prove it by
tempting Micah with porn and sex and everything else."
	So this was the showdown.  Micah was at that age where hormones go
wild.  I trust Micah but I realize that porn is awful attractive at this
age.  If Micah, with me here to help him, defeated Satan right now he'd
have set a standard for his life.  "Okay."
	Wade handed me his cell phone, "you may want to let your wife
know."  I called Carla to explain what was going on and realized that I
couldn't explain this in any way that she'd understand.
	"Honey the car got damaged on the way here.  They'll work on it
tomorrow and we'll be home Sunday afternoon.  Call Brother Windham and have
him handle the sermon in church on Sunday...No we'll be fine, there's no
need you coming up here for us...Micah's okay too.  Okay, bye."
	"Lying to the little woman," Wade said with a sneer.
	"She wouldn't have understood."
	"C'mon, take off your clothes and let's go get something to eat."
	"I'd feel very conspicuous walking around here naked."
	"You'll feel even more conspicuous, and out of place, if you have
your clothes on."
	In the cabin they were serving, appropriately enough, hot dogs for
supper.  My hopes that the lack of women would preclude an orgy were
quickly dashed.  They were showing hard core gay films on a large screen TV
and a number of guys were sucking other guy's cocks.  "What is this group,"
I asked Wade.
	"Gay fathers and sons nudist retreat."
	"Father's knowingly bring their boys up here?"
	"Just like Brock and I."
	"And you know full well that he's going to have sex while he's
here?"
	"I expect to be one of the ones fucking him."
	"Your own boy, incest."
	"Incest is only a problem if there's pregnancy involved.  I got
potent sperm, but not so potent as to get my boy knocked up."
	Brock had peeled off of us and was fucking some young teenage boy
over on the couch.  Another boy knelt down in front of Wade and started
sucking his cock.  The boy reached over and grabbed my cock, I backed away
fast.  I wandered around outside in shock at what I was seeing.  Guys
everywhere were doing it.  Fathers and sons, brothers, total strangers,
everyone.  I'd read about things like this, total debauchery.  So much
decadence that you could almost imagine Satan standing overhead and
laughing.  I knew that events like this put one on the high road to pain
and misery.  I had to give the devil credit though, right now no one in
this camp was feeling any pain, well except me.  I was working so hard to
keep from getting an erection and wasn't having much luck.
	After an hour Wade found me near his tent with an enormous hard-on.
I tried to hide it but really couldn't.  "Don't sweat it, I expect you'll
be hard all weekend."
	"Wade I need to leave this place now, I'm getting out."
	"Can't, no Micah."
	"I'll just drive down the road a few miles and sleep in the car.
I'll come back for him tomorrow."
	"If you do I'll guarantee when you get back he won't be a virgin.
You willing to abandon your son in a place like this, who's gonna keep him
strong."
	"Wade I don't know for sure who's gonna keep me strong.  I look
around and keep wondering who's being hurt by all this activity.  I mean
everyone seems so happy."
	"So join in."
	"I can't.  When I was sixteen my brother and I got carried away and
had sex.  I felt so bad that I promised God that if he'd forgive me I'd
never do it again except with my wife.  I got married at nineteen because I
knew I wasn't gonna be able to hold out celibate much longer.  I figured
that a marriage based on love and God would be enough, but the truth
is...Truth is I haven't had good sex in years.  I mean we have intercourse
but her heart doesn't seem in it, and she never wants to experiment."
	"Why don't you take a vacation from you for the weekend.  Leave the
Pastor part of you at home and let the man in you have some fun.  Vow right
now that before you go home you'll have had sex with at least eight other
guys.  Find out what the other side is like."
	"I can't, what about Micah."
	"Micah is not hiding in the woods.  Micah is in that tent over
there getting serviced by a father and his two sons.  Brock has fucked
Micah dozens of times and that tent is the second one Micah has been in
tonight.  Don't try to save Micah's innocence, it's gone."
	"I don't believe you."  We looked in the window of the tent and
there was Micah laying in the middle of the floor with his legs in the air
and some older guys cock in his ass.  A boy Micah's age was sitting on
Micah's face and another boy was sucking on my son's tits.  I was ready to
charge in there to save him when Wade stopped me.  "What's the point?  He's
already being fucked, why stop him now?  He can't fall any further so let
him have his fun."  Wade was right, one boy or twenty, it really didn't
matter anymore.  I bee-lined straight for Wade's tent.  "What are you
doing?"
	"Getting out of here.  If I stay here I'll end up just like Micah.
He's made his choice and he can come back with you, but I can't stay here.
Where are my pants and my keys?"
	"Locked up in my car where they'll stay until Sunday like we
agreed."
	"Then I'll just stay in here all weekend."
	"Suit yourself.  That sleeping bag is yours."  Wade then took off.
It was too warm to get into the sleeping bag but I felt too exposed without
it so I sort of draped a pillow across my crotch in order to provide some
protection.  I lay there with an enormous hard-on.  I gave up beating off
when I got married and so I didn't dare touch it, but unless I did
something I would be aroused all night.  I started to play with myself and
then felt bad and quit.  I actually fell asleep fairly quickly.
	Oh the dream I was having.  I caught Micah and his next younger
brother getting it on together and the next thing I know they're taking
turns sucking on my dick.  God damn they were so good swallowing me all the
way down to the base.  I knew I was wrong to let them do me that way but it
felt so good that... I woke up and there was Brock sucking hard on my cock.
Brock was so beautiful and I was so horny that I didn't even try to stop
him.  In my mind I was thinking "stop, stop, you promised God..." but it
felt so good and it had been so long (my wife has never sucked my cock)
that I couldn't stop.  When Brock saw that I was awake he pivoted around so
that his cock was over my mouth.  I was so far gone into sin that there was
no reason to resist anything.  I sucked in the boy's big teenage meat.  I
guess it was fitting, the same dick that had stolen my boy's chastity was
gonna take mine.  It had been about twenty years since I had sucked my
brother's cock and yet it all came back to me very quickly.  I quickly
relaxed my throat enough to get it all the way in.  "That's great, Micah's
never been able to deepthroat it all."
	I wanted to ask him how Micah was in bed, and how they got started,
but the huge cock in my mouth made asking questions impossible.  Brock sort
of forgot about my dick for a few minutes and concentrated only on fucking
my mouth.  For a youngster Brock knew how to maximize sexual pleasure.  His
cock was coming in slow and deliberate and then popping it into my mouth
hard and fast.  Brock pulled back his foreskin and my tongue searched for
any cockcheese, there wasn't any, but I did lick some pre-cum out of his
pisshole.  Brock raised up so that he was towering over me.  He shifted
forward a few inches so that his balls were dangling above me.  I sucked
both of his nuts into my mouth and tugged on them some.  Brock reached down
and cranked on my tits.  Every time I pulled too hard on his balls he
answered by wrenching my nipples.  After a minute or two I got playful and
deliberately sunk my teeth into his scrotum, he answered by slapping my
pecs and then titty-twisting me nearly to tears.  "Next time I bite both of
them `til they bleed."  Explaining deep teeth marks in my nipples to my
wife was more than I wanted to do so I babied the fucker's hot testicles.
While I made love to his cum factories he massaged my chest.  Brock shifted
positions again so that his asshole was over my mouth.  I never tried
rimming with my brother but I once had a guy confess to me that he loved to
eat a man's ass.  Ever since then I wondered what I had missed.  My tongue
explored the rosebud folds of his asshole.  I lapped at his hole like a dog
while he kept his cheeks pulled apart.  I progressed from the outside to in
as my tongue opened up Brock's boypussy.  His hole was real loose so I had
no problem tongue-fucking him.  "As loose as you are I must not be the
first one in here tonight."
	"I just got fucked by two guys at the same time in the lodge so
treat my pretty little hole real nice."  I kissed his stretched out opening
and continued to gently lick it.  While I massaged his hole I couldn't help
but laugh.  "What's so funny?"
	"In the last hour you got fucked by twice as many people, all at
the same time, then I've been fucked by in 36 years of my life."
	"Well unless I miss my guess when that slut you call a son stumbles
back into this tent later he will have had five or six cocks in his ass in
one night.  But don't feel bad, you'll be pretty well butt-plugged
yourself."  Brock backed away some and pulled me up to my knees.  Then he
crawled in behind me and pushed his cock against my hole.  In one lunge he
broke my nearly twenty year vow with God.
	"Take it out, take it out," I begged, the tears of pain welling up
in my eyes.
	"No way Reverend.  Consider this suffering the pains of hell."  He
began to emphatically rape my practically virgin opening.  I continued to
beg him to end the onslaught and he steadfastly refused.  Another man
walking past the tent heard my pleadings and stepped inside.
	"How tight is he?"
	"Apparently he hasn't been opened in twenty years."
	"Shit, I'm taking sloppy seconds when you're done."
	"Take him now, I wanna cum in his mouth."  And so some guy who I
didn't know and hadn't even really seen mounted me like a bitch while Brock
knelt in front of my face and fed me his pole.  The new guy's meat was both
longer and fatter than Brock's.  You would have thought his larger cock
would have hurt even more but strangely it didn't.  Brock's fuck almost
felt like he was jabbing a blunt instrument into my gut, this guy's huge
prick was massaging every inch of my tunnel.  I tried to turn around to see
the God who was making me feel so good but Brock's cock kept my mouth and
head turned front and center.  Only after Brock filled my mouth with his
juice and pulled his cock back out did I get to look at the new guy.  He
was about my age, well-built, and very good at what he was doing.  Some of
the most dangerous thoughts of the night began crossing my mind.  This
weekend long vacation from myself had the potential now to be anything but
just a weekend.  I wanted to make sure that I got the new guy's phone
number so I could stay in touch.  I also began hoping that maybe the guy
had a son so could swap boys every once in awhile.
	The guy just kept pushing and pulling, every stroke as enjoyable as
the previous one.  I kept expecting my butt to become exhausted but
everything he gave out I took.  After he drained his load into my butt he
got up to leave.  Brock had fallen asleep so there was no reason to stay in
the tent.  I followed him out and stopped him.
	"Nine inches," he said before I asked anything.
	"Huh?"
	"I thought you were about to ask me how big my dick is.  People ask
all the time."
	"I liked it."
	"Thanks.  Why has it been twenty years since you've been fucked?"
	I'm married."
	"So are most of the guys here."
	"I'm also a, a...minister."
	"No shit, really.  I was a Catholic Priest for almost three years.
Never could do the celibacy thing.  My roommate and I in divinity school
used to fuck like rabbits.  Dropped out of the Priesthood, got married, and
found out that I really don't care much for pussy."
	"Any kids?"
	"Three, you?"
	"Seven."  We sat down next to the tent, my back was against the
tent, he was resting in my arms.  I stroked his hard, athletic body.  His
densely packed muscles and huge cock turned me on in ways that I'd never
felt.  There seemed something infinitely more sexual about his finely tuned
body and sex organ than did my wife.  I got so turned on when we started
french-kissing that I was hot to go again.  Fortunately so was he.  Right
there in the dirt outside the tent he took me.  Men walked by and applauded
as a former minister fucked hard the current church pastor.  Again my ass
responded without a problem to the renewed assault against it.  It really
like his cock was sized perfectly for my ass, not so filling as to stretch
it beyond proper proportions, but huge enough to completely fill me.
	While he worked me I heard from a few feet away "dad?!"  Micah's
jaw was dragging on the ground.
	"Hey look don't get after me, I saw what you did in that tent."
	"Yeah but it wasn't in the open like this."  As soon as Micah was
in the tent Drew (my new friend) suggested that we go in and three-way with
him.  "Then tomorrow I'll share my two boys with you."
	"I don't think incest is such a good idea."
	"That's what this group is all about."  Drew led me into the tent.
Micah had collapsed on his sleeping bag.  I knelt over him and took his
cock into my mouth.  I gotta admit that there was something almost electric
about putting my own flesh and blood's flesh into my mouth.
	"Dad, what are you doing?"
	"Micah you opened the door to all of this, you shouldn't be
surprised at where it leads."  Drew again stuck his perfectly shaped cock
up my ass while I pleasured my son.  Micah took a few minutes but finally
got hard.
	"Wow, I didn't think I'd get up again.  I've cum five times
already."  I licked his balls for a few minutes (taking much better care of
them than I did Brock's, after all my grandchildren are gonna come out of
Micah's dangling boyballs).  After awhile I turned Micah over and I became
the meat of the sandwich.  Drew fucked me while I gave to my boy what I had
given to his mother all those years (one of those times resulting in the
very boy that was now taking my cock).  After a while Drew wanted a piece
of my fifteen-year-old's ass and so Micah became the meat of the sandwich
taking Drew's cock up his hole while stuffing his own meat into his dad.
	Wade never showed up again that night so we were able to spread out
over his sleeping bag as well as our own.  I slept some that night, but not
much.  Most of the night was devoted to exploring my son's tight body and
my newfound sex partner's hard cock.  Every time I started to feel the
beginning twinges of guilt over what I was doing I would wrap my mouth
around Drew's meat or kiss Micah's soft lips, or reach over and cop a feel
of Brock's tight ass and all the guilt would go away.  I have no idea what
is going to happen in my life once I go back home, but for the rest of the
weekend I'm enjoying a well-deserved vacation from the strict morality of
Pastor Seth and just being a horny little bastard for the first time in
years.