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One

It's June 10, 2019. I'm standing in the front of a church, about to be married. My hubby to be stands next to me. On my other side, my brother Sal stands. He's my best man. He leans over and whispers, "You're marrying the wrong man." I chuckle. I agree completely, and yet, I want this marriage. I look back at my father, who looks great in a tuxedo. He grins at me. He's sixty-three but he's still incredibly handsome. I sigh, happily and think back to when it all started.

It began exactly twenty-five years ago, on June 10, 1994. It was my thirteenth birthday. It was a dangerous time to be gay. It affected my family tremendously. That's because all of us are gay. My family consisted of my dad, Josef, who goes by Jack, my older brother Sal, and me. Sal is four years older than me and we had different mothers. Our mothers weren't involved in our lives. Dad wanted kids and he paid two women to give birth to us. Sal's mother was Italian, and Sal looked like Dad; dark, hairy, and handsome. I looked like my mother, who was blonde.

When I was growing up, Dad had lots of gay friends. They died, one by one. New AIDS drugs would come out, and everyone would get their hopes up, but all the drugs seemed to do was extend your life a few months. You ended up just as dead. Dad belonged to a gym, and all three of us used it. I saw many of his friends go from big, guys with bulging muscles, to very thin guys whose ribs stuck out. And then they died. I was pretty young, at the time the first friends began dying, but it continued for years. I was constantly terrified that Dad would die. His parents died in a car wreck before either of us was born, and who knew where our mothers were? If Dad died, who would take care of us? Sal and Dad told me not to worry. Sal told me that Dad stopped having sex. I didn't understand why that meant he wouldn't get sick. Dad explained about the virus, and that he didn't have any of it in him. If he had no sex, he would never get any of the virus in him. I remember asking him one time how he managed not to catch the disease at the same time as his friends. He said he would explain when I was older. But Sal knew, and he explained it to me later that day. No one had ever shot their cum in Dad's mouth or ass, and the AIDS virus was in cum. Dad had never been fucked, and the only cum he'd ever had in his mouth was his own. So no one had ever infected him. Of course, I had no idea what Sal was talking about. What was cum? Was it like spit, if it was in your mouth? Sal had to explain what cum was, how anal sex worked, and especially how, if cum came out of your dick, it could end up in someone's mouth. Especially Dad's mouth. How did he get his cum in his own mouth? Sal had to explain oral sex, then. I was sure that was why Dad wanted to wait until I was older. It was a lot to take in. It's funny, but when Sal explained anal sex and said that some gay men are tops, like Dad, and some are bottoms, I thought to myself that I was a bottom. I was probably nine at the time, and it had never occurred to me to have a dick inside my ass. And I didn't even know for sure if I was gay. I guess it just sounded right. Not long after that, we were running around the house. Sal was chasing me and I hid behind a chair in Dad's room. The carpet felt funny.

"Hey, Sal?" I called.

Sal came running and found me.

"Got you!" Sal said. He started tickling me.

"Stop! Stop! Listen!" I said, as I laughed from the tickling.

"OK. What?"

"There's something under the carpet. I showed Sal. Sal went to the corner behind the chair. He tugged on the carpet. A whole flap came up easily. Under the carpet were six magazines.

"Cool! Dad's porn!" Sal said.

"I thought Dad stopped having sex! That's what you told me!"

"Calm down. These are for jacking off."

Sal explained about jacking off. I asked Sal if he jacked off. He said he did. I told him I wanted to watch.

"I don't mind. But Dad would. It's not worth making him hate me," Sal said.

I was disappointed, but not surprised. I didn't expect him to say yes. Sal told me Dad kept his door closed when he jacked off, and that was why we were supposed to knock before opening the door, unless it was an emergency.

I didn't like most of Dad's porn. I know now that Dad liked rough sex, at least he did when he bought the magazines. He had a lot of S&M, pissing, and fisting magazines. Sal liked a little more it than I did, but there were two magazines that we never looked at a second time. In others, there might only be one or two pictures that I liked.

"You just like the pictures that show fucking and sucking," Sal said, once.

"I guess you're right," I said.

"Why do you like that picture?" I asked him once, about a picture of a guy who was tied up and was getting fucked by two men at the same time.

"It's just hot that they both got their dicks into him at the same time," he said.

"Do you like the fact that he's tied up?" I asked.

"No. I ignore that."

I still didn't understand. I decided that Sal was right. I liked the sucking and fucking pictures. The others just weren't exciting. But there were exceptions. I groaned when I saw one picture. A big, stiff cock was resting on a man's face. The face was covered with white stuff and more white stuff was dripping out of the cock onto the man's cheek.

"That's cum. See how white it is? The guy shot it on his partner's face, instead of in his ass or his mouth," Sal said. He looked down. "Hey Teddy! This picture made your dick hard!" he said.

"Oh! Is that bad?"

"No. It makes my dick hard too. Look."

Sal's pants stuck out in front, like mine.

"I think that's my favorite picture, so far," I said.

Sal grinned at me.

"Dad is a lot more handsome than any of the guys in his magazines," I said, once.

"He is," Sal said, nodding his head in agreement.

I started thinking of Dad as a very attractive man, and not just as my father. I loved looking at his body. I realized that I liked looking at pictures like the dick resting on the face. I didn't ever wish there were women in the magazines. I realized I was much more interested in men's bodies than womens. I had a lot of desire to look at naked men, but no desire at all to look at naked men. I knew what that meant. I was gay. I never came right out and told Sal I was gay, but once I asked him if he ever wanted to look at pictures of naked women. He said no. He said there were a couple of boys at school who knew where their fathers hid their porn. They took some of their friends to look at it with them after school.

"Why didn't you go?" I asked.

"Well, for one thing, they didn't ask me. But I don't want to look at pussies and boobs. Do you?"

"No!"

When we went to the gym, I tried to look in the showers, whenever I could. I got to see naked men. That was fun, but looking at Dad's naked body was a lot more fun. I wondered what Dad's dick looked like when it was hard.

By the time I was ten, I was very knowledgeable about gay sex. I knew all about cum, cock rings, poppers, nipple rings, penis piercings (which gave me a really scary nightmare, once), bondage, facials, cum-eating, dildos, fisting, pissing as part of sex, and more. Dad had the 'instruction manuals' right under his carpet. Dad would have been shocked if he knew Sal and I were looking at his magazines whenever we had the chance. Sal stressed to me the importance of putting them back in the same position they were originally in. If Dad saw they had been moved, he would know we had seen them, and he might hide them somewhere else. This would have been a lot easier if they didn't change positions. But they moved around because Dad was looking at them, too.

When I was eleven (I think), I began jacking off. And I fantasized about Dad. He was handsome and I thought he was incredibly sexy. I loved to look at his hairy chest and his muscles. Dad went shirtless a lot, so I got plenty of opportunities to look and lust. As Sal started to change into a man, I began fantasizing about him, too. I felt guilty about it, but Sal and Dad were the only guys who made my dick hard. No porn in Dad's collection made me half as hard as I got when I saw Dad getting out of the shower, wet and naked, with his big brown dick hanging down.

Fortunately for Dad during his sexless period, he met a big, handsome, (and perverted) man named Buck Adams at the gym. Buck had a son named Wade, who worked out with him. Buck was big everywhere. He was six-foot-four, hairy-chested, and was very muscular. Dad and Buck had a lot in common, both being gay men raising sons on their own. Wade was attractive, too. But he had a snake tattoo on his right arm which went from his wrist to his shoulder. It gave me the creeps when I first saw it. When I saw Wade at the gym, I tried to avoid looking at it. It wasn't hard, I just focused on Wade's face.

Buck was younger than Dad, but his son Wade was two years older than Sal. That was because Buck got a girl pregnant in high school. And it was all because Buck wanted a car. Buck was gay and had no interest in girls. His father was disappointed in him. Apparently, it was traditional in Buck's family for everyone to be bisexual. The family also practiced incest. The fathers had sex with their wives, sons, and daughters, siblings with each other, and the mothers...well, I guess you can figure it out. Buck refused to have sex with females, related or not. Anyway, Buck's father told him he would buy him a car, but only if he had sex with a girl. Buck picked out the car and his father picked out the girl. She was the daughter of a friend of his. Buck really wanted that car, so he got drunk, closed his eyes, and pretended he was fucking the ass of the high school quarterback. He earned his car. Then the girl announced she was pregnant. Buck became suspicious, since the girl said she was on the pill and he was the only one surprised by the pregnancy. The girl planned to raise the baby with her parents. She and the girl's parents told him he didn't need to be involved in any way with the baby, so Buck stopped worrying about it. But things changed, and quickly. Before the baby was born, the girl's father was arrested for selling heroin to high school students. It was a major scandal. Everyone knew the man would be in prison for a long, long time. The mother disappeared, presumably hiding from furious, and possibly even murderous parents. The girl gave birth at a friend's house. She showed up at Buck's house a few hours later with the baby. She handed it to Buck and said, "Here's your son." Then she left. Buck's mother took charge of the baby. Buck's mother told Buck she thought his father was using heroin (he was), and that they should never leave the baby alone with him. They didn't. Buck was surprised to find he had paternal instincts. He found himself loving Wade. When Buck moved away from home, he naturally took his son with him. It kept Wade away from Buck's father.

A couple of weeks after they met, Buck invited Dad to come to his house and jack off to porn with him. Dad was very glad to have a more interesting sexual outlet than just jacking off alone in his room. When they got to Buck's house, Buck told Dad he had some gay incest porn and asked if Dad wanted to see it. Dad was curious (and horny) enough to watch it. Before he showed it to Dad, Buck told Dad he had sex with his father when he was a teenager (they actually started long before Buck was a teenager), and that they both loved it. Dad was shocked, especially when the porn film Buck showed him was Buck being fucked by his father. Dad couldn't help noticing that Buck was not quite a teenager; he was practically hairless. Buck couldn't help noticing that Dad was very hard while watching Buck's dad fuck him. After a few minutes, Wade joined them. Dad was embarrassed to be caught watching such a film. But Wade pulled his dick out and began jacking off next to his father, all the while watching his grandfather fuck his father. Dad said that afterward, he felt terribly guilty, because he became incredibly aroused while watching both the film and watching Wade and his father jack off together. He couldn't bring himself to jack off at Buck's house that day. Both Buck and Wade joked about Dad's neglected erection. But when he got home, he had one of the most intense orgasms of his life while he thought about it. After Dad got comfortable with the knowledge that Buck had sex with his father and enjoyed it very much, Buck revealed that he had sex with his son Wade, and they had it at least twice a day, usually three times. Dad was horrified, but his horniness was much stronger than his horror. Buck pointed out that he and Wade could have as much unsafe sex as they wanted, and would never have to worry about AIDS or any other STDs. Dad hated safe sex, so intellectually, Dad saw the logic of it. You see, both our families were devastated by AIDS, and both were determined to do whatever it took to avoid it. Dad lost all his friends, most of whom were Uncles to Sal and me. Buck lost his brother and his father to the disease. Sadly, it seemed his brother Ron was infected by their father.

Dad watched breathlessly the first time he saw Wade pull his father's huge cock out and begin sucking it. Buck and Wade wanted to excite Dad. They'd only had sex with each other for a long time and they wanted to start having three-ways with my handsome Dad. Buck stood in front of where Dad was sitting. Wade knelt in front of him and Dad got a very close look at an incestuous blow job. Dad said he couldn't take his eyes off them as he guiltily stroked himself. That first time, Buck pulled out of Wade's mouth and shot a huge load on Wade's face. Dad gasped and leaned closer. Then Buck asked Dad to stand next to him. Buck grabbed Dad's cock and used it to wipe his cum into Wade's mouth. Dad came while Buck did that. Buck pushed Dad's spewing cock into Wade's mouth. When Wade's lips closed around Dad's cock, Dad said his knees almost gave out. It was the first time in years that his cock was in another person. And that person's face still had traces of his father's spunk on it. Dad said it was the best orgasm of his life, up to that point, anyway. Wade continued sucking Dad and Dad quickly came a second time. Afterwards, Buck thanked Dad for feeding his son so much nutritious daddy milk. Dad laughed, thinking Buck was just being very kinky. But Buck explained his family's tradition of father feeding son daddy milk. Dad was incredulous. Buck showed Dad a book about the nutritional value of semen. Dad said he thought it was all a joke, until then. The book listed the protein, vitamins, and even hormones contained in semen. Dad had used steroids to help body build when he was younger. He was surprised to find out semen had testosterone in it. Buck convinced Dad that semen was a like a super-potent body-building supplement. Buck said that by feeding Wade extra testosterone during puberty, he sped the process of Wade becoming a man. Dad still was unsure. Then Buck told him that no one else in his family was tall. Buck believed he was so tall because Buck's father, both grandfathers, and two uncles fed Buck daddy milk while he was growing up. Dad couldn't doubt the feedings, because Buck had films showing all of them feeding a young Buck. Dad watched many of the films while Buck and Wade sucked him. Dad became an enthusiastic participant and feeder. He loved the idea that he was helping Wade by having orgasms. Wade worked out every day and Dad took an interest in Wade's muscle development, since he was contributing to it. Buck thanked him every time Dad shot his load in Wade's mouth. Dad went from having no sex for a several years to having the hottest sex he'd ever had. Buck began eating Dad's ass while Wade sucked him. Dad returned the favor when Wade sucked Buck. Occasionally Dad felt guilty, but his guilt faded over time. Dad was addicted. He would have two or three orgasms every time he went to Buck's house. He also had better orgasms when he jacked off at home, because just remembering what they'd done excited him tremendously.

Sal and I had no idea any of this was going on. To us, Buck was Dad's best friend, and we were glad Dad finally had a friend. Once all his gay friends had died, Dad spent all his time with us. He didn't make any new friends. Once he had a friend, we had a new routine. Dad would drop us off at the movies on Saturday afternoons, go to Buck's and have wild sex. Dad told us at the time that he and Buck played pool and drank beer. It sounded perfectly normal. Dad would pick us up after the movie was over, with his balls thoroughly drained. We both noticed what a good mood Dad was always in when he drove us home. He would whistle and sing to the radio. He would tell us how lucky he was to have two such wonderful sons, and how much he loved us, and so on. We ate it up. He would ask us what we wanted to do. We could ask for just about anything on the Saturday afternoon drive home. Once Sal asked for a computer, and Dad said, "Sure! Why not? Maybe you'll become a programmer." On another Saturday afternoon drive home, I asked for a portable CD player. Dad stopped at a Target on the way home, and I had one a few minutes later. The following Saturday afternoon, I got a bunch of CDs on the way home.

Slowly, Buck brought the subject of us up with Dad. Sal had admitted he was gay. How long would it be before a cute guy agreed to have sex with Sal? Would Sal use a condom? What if Sal hated condoms as much as Buck and Dad did? How long would it take for Sal to contract the virus, once he became sexually active? Dad told me later, that he began panicking at that point. He knew Sal was jacking off a lot. (Unfortunately, Sal did it while I slept.) Dad knew Sal was very horny, something they had in common. And Sal told Dad he was sure I was as gay as he was. Dad didn't really believe him, only because Sal never told him we looked at his porn together, and how much I liked a couple of the pictures. And I didn't tell Dad I was gay, because he kept telling me it was OK to be straight! I was halfway convinced he wanted me to be straight. By the time I was eleven, I was so sure I was gay, I was telling Sal which men in the magazines I wanted to have sex with. Buck reminded Dad of the nutritional value of semen. Dad was feeding Wade, but his own sons were going without the benefits of his semen. Why was I so small? If I ate until I was full, which I did, how else could Dad get more nutrition into me? Dad worried and his dick started to stiffen as he thought of what Buck was recommending he do—feed me his own cum for the health benefits. Buck told Dad all he had to do was be willing to have more orgasms, and my health would improve. Once Buck knew Dad had begun thinking of having sex with us, both to keep up from contracting AIDS, and to 'supplement our nutrition', he pointed out that part of Wade's body was made from the protein and testosterone the two of them had been feeding. Wade showed off his muscle development to Dad, and thanked Dad for helping him develop so well. Dad was torn. Every single day that passed, Sal could become infected. Every time Dad did the laundry, he found Sal's towels and clothes covered with dried cum. And I was small, the smallest kid in my class. The school nurse had called Dad and recommended more calories and protein in my diet. When Dad mentioned that to Buck, Buck showed Dad in his book how many calories and how much protein were in each of Dad's ejaculations. Dad said there wasn't really that much protein in each ejaculation.

"I'm not talking about feeding him once a day. You need to feed him several times a day!" Buck said. "Good grief! You just need to have more orgasms! You love orgasms! What are you waiting for?"

On top of all of this, Dad began to feel guilty about leaving us alone to have sex. He needn't have worried about that. Dad didn't work and he spent a hell of a lot more time with us than most fathers.

When Sal was fifteen, Dad felt that to keep Sal safe, he needed to supervise Sal's sexual activity. In other words, bring him with him to Buck's house. He told Sal they would all jerk off together. Sal jumped at the chance. Dad was terrified Sal would freak out when he learned about incest. But on his first visit, Buck put on an incest film. It was immediately obvious to Dad that Sal loved it. Dad watched Sal jack off and shoot a huge load. Then Dad watched Wade lick the spunk off Sal. Sal loved that even more. Dad couldn't help feeling glad that Sal's spunk was now helping Wade, instead of being wasted on towels. Dad had been so afraid incest would disgust Sal. But that first day, Sal asked Buck if he had any more incest porn. Buck played a film of Buck and Buck's father. Sal loved it. While the film played, Wade pulled his father's cock out and began sucking it while Sal watched and stroked himself. Dad couldn't believe that Sal had no problem at all with the incest. Wade suggested Sal jack off Dad. Sal was sure Dad would be furious at the idea. But Dad just nodded to Sal. Sal wrapped his hand around Dad's big, hard cock and jacked him off enthusiastically. It was obvious Sal had no qualms about sex with his own father. Sal thought Buck's idea of safe sex was a wonderful one. Dad still didn't quite believe it, but Sal told Buck he was certain I was gay and he was about ninety-five percent certain I wanted Sal. And that I was a bottom. Buck was very, very glad to hear this, as was Wade. Buck told Sal he could suck Dad, if he wanted. Sal looked at Dad, who sat there frozen (but erect). Sal bent over and took Dad's dick in his mouth. He was very surprised when Dad didn't stop him. Sal sucked Dad's cock for the first time. Dad fed Sal a large load of daddy milk and Sal loved it. Sal began sucking Dad off in his bedroom after I fell asleep. How I wish I'd known that! Dad worked up the nerve to ask Sal if he could fuck him. But Sal wasn't interested. All Sal wanted to do was suck Dad. Dad didn't push.

Sal's joining their group ended our Saturday afternoon movies. Sal told me he wanted to do things with his friends on Saturday afternoons. Once I asked if he was seeing Buck. Sal gave me a strange look and said no. When I asked who his friends were, he said I didn't know them. I was confused. Sal never talked about friends. Sal and I spent so much time together the rest of the week, that while I missed him, I never thought it was strange that he wanted to spend a little time with friends. I just didn't want him to have a boyfriend. I figured hanging out with friends was part of growing up. I didn't really have friends. If I had, I could have gone to their houses to play. Instead, I would spend Saturday afternoons with a babysitter. But when Sal and Dad got home, they were always both in a super mood and we would have a lot of fun Saturday night, doing whatever I wanted to do. They always wanted me to pick what we did.

I saw a lot more of Buck and Wade. Sometimes on Sundays, Buck and Wade would come over and Dad would cook hamburgers on the outdoor grill. That was fun. When it wasn't too cold, Buck and Wade went shirtless and I got to admire their bodies. Buck liked to show off for me. He never acted like it was strange that I had so much interest in his big, hairy body. Buck and Wade went to the gym every day. We only went three days a week. You could tell the difference. We were all in good shape, but Buck and Wade had bulging muscles. I was especially impressed with the six-pack abs Buck had. Once Buck convinced me to trace his abs with my finger. I did it. I got to feel the hair on his stomach, and I got incredibly aroused doing it. I happened to glance down and saw Buck was aroused, too. I gasped. It was very obvious that Buck had a really big cock. Buck laughed and told me to just ignore that 'big ole thing'. Of course, just saying that had the opposite effect on me, which I know now, was probably Buck's intention. I was suddenly very interested in what hung between Buck's legs. Buck started paying more attention to me. Buck encouraged me to feel his muscles when Dad wasn't looking. This was a big change in my relationship with Buck. I started to feel like he was my friend, too. Buck frequently put his arm around me, which I loved. I kept hoping to see his 'big ole thing', again. Once, it seemed he caught me looking at his crotch. He just winked at me. When we were in the back yard, Wade would often light up a cigar. I thought they smelled horrible, but it didn't bother the others. I noticed that Sal and Wade seemed to have become good friends. They would go off and talk privately, and laugh together. I began to worry more. Both of them were so handsome, it only made sense that they would fall in love. The thought of that made me want to cry. I became jealous. I finally worked up the nerve to ask Sal about it. Sal laughed.

"No! He's just a friend. He's not my type at all!" he looked at me. "Are you jealous, Teddy? Because it's fine, if you are."

"Well, I guess I am."

Sal hugged me.

"Don't be. You are number one in my book, OK?"

I hugged him back.

"But for how long?" I asked.

Sal tilted his head.

"Do you think I'm going to stop loving you?" he asked.

"I don't know. Isn't that what happens? We grow up and live separate lives."

"Teddy, if I have my way, we will always be as close as we are now," he said. He was silent for a moment. "Are you lonely?" he asked.

"Not when you're around."

Sal grinned. "Well, then it's a good thing I spend all my time with you."

"Almost all your time," I said, thinking of Saturday afternoons.

"OK. Ninety-nine percent of my time," Sal said.

I thought about it. It sounded about right. I nodded my head. Sal chuckled and hugged me. I rested my head on his shoulder. I didn't want anything to change.

About a month before my thirteenth birthday, Buck bought a house on the other side of our street. It was actually next door to the house that was directly across from us, so it was really close. Those homes were built years after our house. They were bigger and more expensive. Buck's house was two story, with four bedrooms, a den, and a playroom. It also had a really nice swimming pool. They told me it needed a lot of work both inside and on the landscaping. Personally, it looked very nice to me. Dad and Sal offered to help. I offered, too, but Buck told me they had enough hands to do the work, and to go have fun. I learned later that four of them were having sex, not making repairs.

With Sal and Dad supposedly making home improvements on Buck's new house, I spent a lot of time home, alone. With them just across the street, Dad didn't have a problem with me staying home by myself. Having the house to myself didn't make me feel lonely, it made me feel mature. I enjoyed it. Dad and Sal enjoyed it, too. Instead of having sex only on Saturdays, Dad and Sal had sex with Buck and Wade every evening. I wonder now what would have happened if I had gone over there and rang the doorbell while they were having sex. I can imagine them running around for their clothes.

A couple of days after Buck moved in, I found sexy pictures of Sal in his dresser drawer. When I opened the drawer to put away his clean underwear, I saw the pictures sticking out a little under some clothes. I pulled them out and gasped. They were pictures of Sal naked. It was better than winning the lottery! In some of the pictures his dick was soft, but in others he was fully erect. In one of them Sal was lying on his bed, holding his stiff dick up and smiling at the camera. I had trouble breathing, I was so excited. When I saw a picture that was a closeup of Sal's erect dick, I thought my heart would pound out of my chest. I couldn't wait for Sal and Dad to leave the house and go help Buck and Wade. Once they were gone, I jacked off over and over and over. Before that, I had been trying to stop fantasizing about Sal and Dad. I tried to fantasize about other guys, especially Buck and Wade, but my thoughts kept returning to my hot, hot father and brother. After I found the pictures, I gave up on that idea, and began thinking of all the things I wanted to do with Sal and his beautiful dick. I wanted to be in a sling, with Sal between my legs, fucking me. If you are wondering about the sling, I got my ideas about sex from Dad's sex magazines. Nobody in those magazines had sex in bed! I carefully put Sal's pictures back in his drawer each time I finished with them. Just like Dad's porn, I wanted him to think they hadn't been seen. About a week later, I found a new picture that sent me into even more of a sexual frenzy. At first, I thought it was another close-up of Sal's dick, only there was cum oozing out of the tip, and there was a little puddle of white cum in black belly hair. 'Daddy milk' was hand-written in pencil in the white border at the bottom of the photo. I came as soon as I touched my dick, shooting my load all over the front of our dresser. I'd never shot so much cum. When I looked at both dick closeup pictures, I noticed differences. One was much bigger and it had less of a curve. I groaned when I realized this was a picture of someone else's cock. It couldn't be Buck's or Wade's. They both had brown chest hair. The hairy belly and pubic hair in this picture was black. I gasped when I realized it could be Dad's dick! Was that what the words 'daddy milk' meant? That it was from our daddy? The more I thought about it, the more I was convinced it was Dad's dick. But why would Sal want a picture of Dad's cock? Who labeled the picture? Then it hit me. I told myself I was an idiot. I was hot for Sal and Dad. I wanted to suck them off and I wanted them to fuck me. Why couldn't Sal be hot for Dad? Dad was a very hot man. This made me feel better for having so much lust for my father and brother. Sal and I were alike, which I already knew. It was too bad Sal didn't have the hots for me, but that was understandable. I was just a kid. Dad was a very hot man. I wondered how Sal managed to get that photo of Dad. I figured Dad must have fallen asleep after jacking off. Sal sneaked into his room and took the picture. Why hadn't I thought of that? I knew the answer: Sal was and had always been braver than me. I was kind of a coward. I jacked off that evening staring at Dad's cock, and wondering what his cum tasted like. I shot yet another load when I wondered if Sal had dipped his finger in the pool of 'daddy milk' and tasted it. I knew I would have.

I was so happy Buck needed help with his house! I couldn't take the pictures out unless I was sure they would both be gone for a while. On days they didn't go at their regular time, I was disappointed. Once I asked Sal why they hadn't gone over to Buck's house, yet. Sal started laughing. He laughed for a while. It didn't make sense, at the time.

"Why are you laughing?"

"You've got a girlfriend, don't you? You want us to leave so she can come over and the two of you can make out," he said.

I was speechless! Sal just laughed harder.

"Sheesh! I'm pulling your leg. Buck is still at work, Teddy. That's why we haven't gone over."

I felt stupid. It was obvious. If I'd looked out the living room window, I could have seen whether Buck's truck was there. But Sal hugged me, and everything was perfect.

When they went there, Sal and Dad were gone for hours at a time, and I had the most intense orgasms thinking about both of them. I have to admit, I looked at the picture of Dad's cock the most. I wasn't sure if it was because I wanted Dad more, or because there was cum in the photo. Also, I found the words 'daddy milk' terribly exciting.

I woke up excited the morning I turned thirteen. Sal had told me the night before that he wanted to sleep late, and he didn't want me waking him up. Being my thirteenth birthday, it was a family tradition that I announce my sexual preference. The reason it was a tradition was because Sal had announced he was gay on his thirteenth birthday. So it wasn't much of a tradition, although that was what we called it. Dad kept telling me to be my own person and never, ever say I was gay to make him happy. In fact sometimes I thought he was hoping I was straight. He talked about the advantages of being straight, including having a family of my own, and not having to worry about catching AIDS. Maybe he wanted me to provide him with grandchildren. It wasn't going to happen. I was gay and I'd been sure of it for years.

I sat up in bed. It was almost seven-thirty. Dad wouldn't be up for at least an hour, and Sal wanted to sleep late. Sal was sleeping in his bed, next to mine. He was sleeping on his back, on top of the covers, and he was naked! Not only naked, his cock was stiff! Sal always slept in his underwear, like me. I decided this was the best birthday present ever!

I got out of bed and got a close look at his erection. This was so much better than a four-inch photo! His dick was a lot bigger than mine. How big was it? I went to the desk and got a ruler out of a drawer. The drawer squeaked a little. I watched Sal's face to see if it woke him up. It didn't. I took the ruler over to Sal. I held the ruler end next to the base of his balls. To the tip of his cock, it was just over seven inches. But there was a curve to his dick. I would need a measuring tape that could curve to get an accurate size. Of course, if I knew Geometry, there was probably a way to calculate the length of a curve. I remembered Sal saying he had to memorize formulas like that when he took Geometry. I put the ruler down.

The tip of the head of his dick was just peeping out of the foreskin. Dad, Sal, and I are uncut. I looked at Sal's hairy chest and the stubble of his beard. I pulled my dick out of my briefs. I began jacking off while I looked at Sal. I knelt by his bed to get closer to his dick. I loved the way Sal smelled. I leaned forward to get a sniff of his cock. I was startled when his stiff cock began to jump. I quickly looked up at Sal. He was still asleep. I studied his beautiful cock while I stroked myself. I thought about what it would be like if I bent down and licked it. I had never actually tasted Sal's skin. I wanted to. I let go of my dick. I didn't want to come too quickly. I looked at Sal's balls, next. They hung low, almost touching the bed. I wanted to suck on them. I looked at Sal's chest. I wanted to run my fingers through the black hair on his chest. I wanted to suck on his nipples. What I really wanted was to climb on his bed and sit on his cock, forcing it into my ass. I wished I could jack off while looking at Dad naked, but he kept his bedroom door closed. My eyes widened when a drop of fluid formed at the end of Sal's dick. At first, I thought it was piss. But then it slowly dripped down. It was precum! I reached down and caught the drop before it hit Sal's hairy belly. I stuck my finger in my mouth. Oh, it tasted good! I looked at Sal's face. He was still asleep, thank goodness. I figured he was having a sexy dream. When I looked back at Sal's dick, it was jumping a little. I wondered what that meant. More precum dripped from his cock head. I caught it and ate it off my fingers while I stroked my dick.

"It tastes good, doesn't it?" he said.

I was so surprised, I almost fell over. I was still on my knees. I looked at Sal. His eyes were open! He had a big grin on his face. This was my worst nightmare!

I felt a full body blush. I quickly stood up, stumbled doing it, turned around, and pushed my dick back in my briefs. I knew it was too late, but I couldn't stand there in front of him with a hardon! Oh, god! I thought. He's seen me eating his precum!

"Um...does what taste good? What do you mean?" I asked.

"My precum," Sal said.

I turned around to face him.

"Don't panic, little brother. You're thirteen. It's now legal for you to jack off," he said, grinning. "And there are no laws at all about eating my precum." It was obvious he wasn't angry at all. He was smiling. He looked happy. I was very confused! It just didn't make sense! He didn't cover himself; he stretched and folded his arms behind his head. It was obvious he wasn't even a little irritated. What's more, he was still erect.

I stared at him for a moment before laughing, nervously. I couldn't help looking at his stiff dick.

"You mean I've been breaking the law all this time?" I asked him.

"You have. You're just lucky I like you. Otherwise I would have called the Vice Squad," Sal said. He yawned.

"Why? Are the men hot?" I asked, attempting a joke. I guess it was a good joke. Sal laughed. At least Sal knew I was gay. He just didn't know I wanted him. I frowned. Maybe he did now. Why wasn't he upset! I really needed to know!

"Would you like to start jacking off together?" Sal asked me.

My mouth fell open while I nodded my head.

"Do you think you would like to jack me off and make me come?" Sal asked.

I groaned and suddenly felt faint. I looked at him. "Would you say that, again?"

"I asked you if you would like to jack me off and make me come," he said.

"You told me I couldn't watch you jack off!" I said.

"Teddy, that was two years ago!"

I didn't understand.

"What difference does that make?" I asked.

"You're a teenager. Now that you're legal, Dad will let you jack off with him, too. All three of us can jack off together."

"You're lying!"

"I'm not, Teddy. I swear."

"Have you done it?" I asked.

"We do it all the time."

I frowned. I didn't like hearing that. I looked at Sal. He was serious. I guessed they were doing it after I went to sleep. That was how Sal took a picture of Dad's cock! He got to see it every night! Dad even let him take pictures of it! I realized I was very jealous. I guess Sal could tell.

"There's no point in being mad about being younger than me," Sal said. "You're old enough, now. End of story."

I sighed. "Are you saying that I can actually take your dick in my hand?"

"Duh...Yes. You would have to take it in your hand, if you are going to jack me off."

"Will Dad let me jack him off?"

"I'm sure he will."

"Have you had sex with a lot of people?" I asked.

"No, Teddy. I think you would have noticed 'a lot of people'. I better get up. There's a lot to do for your party," he said. "Unless you want to look at my dick some more."

Sal held his erection up, just like in the picture. I groaned. I was embarrassed and excited. But Sal was making it so easy for me. He was acting like it was no big deal. I loved him a little more for that. But I already loved him too much, in my opinion.

"I thought you were going to sleep late," I said.

"And you thought you'd have a whole hour to jack off while looking at my dick," Sal said. I blushed, again. "Sorry to disappoint you, but we'll jack off together later today.

"You're adorable when you blush," he said, chuckling. "Well, to be honest, you're always adorable, Teddy," he said, grinning.

"Do you really think I'm adorable, or is that a joke?"

"I wouldn't joke like that. Yes, I think you're adorable. But not right now. You look like you are going to have a heart attack. I want you to go back to your normal adorability."

I shook my head. It was like suddenly, nothing made sense!

"I can't believe you aren't mad," I said.

"I'm not. I know you jack off to those pictures of me. Which one is your favorite?"

I gasped. I had trouble breathing. He got out of bed and hugged me. My cheek was pressed to his hairy chest. His arms were wrapped around me. I felt much better. I turned my face a little and kissed his chest. Sal sighed and kissed my head. He held me closer.

"I love you, too. Just as much," he said, softly.

"Teddy, your heart is pounding. Calm down," he said. He tightened his arms around me and kissed the top of my head, again. I did calm down. I wrapped my arms around him. Sal's dick was still hard, and so was mine. That didn't seem to bother Sal either.

"You OK, now?" he asked me.

"Yeah. I figured you'd kill me if you knew...how excited you get me," I said.

"Well, you figured wrong. I'm not mad, and neither is Dad."

"What do you mean about Dad?"

"He knows you jack off to those pictures of me, too."

I gasped.

"Do you guys sit around and talk about how perverted Teddy is?" I asked him, a little outraged. "Oh, god! I am perverted!"

Sal thought that was hilarious. I would have gotten irritated if he wasn't holding me in his arms.

"Actually, Teddy, we do sit around and talk about your...uh, sexual interests," he said. I groaned. "You think we'd rather talk about the weather, when you are having three or four orgasms a day looking at me?"

I groaned.

"You know how open-minded Dad is. Things like that don't bother him," Sal said. "And I'm glad you think I'm hot."

I couldn't believe it. But it was a relief.

"Teddy, I've known how you feel about me and Dad for a long time."

I looked at Sal's face.

"I've always been glad you'd rather look at me than some stranger. We see some hot guys in the gym, hotter than me, but you look at me—mostly. We've always been close. I know what you want and what you need. You just need accept the fact that I'm glad you want me. But I'm older than you. I had to wait for you to grow up, a little. Do you understand?"

I hugged Sal tighter. "Yes."

"Good morning, birthday boy," I heard Dad say. Sal let me go.

"Were you two making out?" Dad asked.

Sal laughed. I cringed and blushed, again.

"Not quite," Sal said.

"My mistake," Dad said.

"Did you tell Teddy it's legal for him to jack off now?" Dad asked.

I stared at Dad. Was that a real law? Dad's words were not helping me adjust. Up seemed to be down, for the last few minutes. There was something completely surreal about the morning.

"I did, Dad. But I think he already knew. He was stroking himself and eating my precum when I woke up," Sal said.

I blushed and put my face in my hands. Dad and Sal laughed.

"I think you should thank Sal for not calling the Vice Squad," Dad said to me. "He told me you've been breaking the law every single day. Multiple times. You're definitely a repeat offender."

I was so embarrassed!

"They would have confiscated the porn he's been enjoying, and I plan to sell those Polaroids," Sal said.

Dad laughed.

"Who are you going to sell them to?" Dad asked him.

"Why Teddy, of course," Sal said, winking at me.

I was confused. I was in shock. My heart was pounding.

"Calm down," Sal said to me. He took me back in his arms. He turned me so my back was to him, and we both faced Dad. But he kept his arms around me. And when he kissed the back of my neck, I relaxed a little.

"I've never heard of that law!" I said.

Dad and Sal laughed.

"Now, now. Ignorance of the law is no excuse, Teddy," Sal said.

Dad laughed.

"You two are pulling my leg!" I said.

"We are, Teddy. It stopped being illegal last week," Dad said.

This time, I laughed, nervously.

Sal kissed the top of my head. Both of them seemed happy, which I didn't understand. Dad had a big grin on his face, and Sal was naked, his dick was hard, it was pressing against my butt, and he had his arms wrapped around me. I gasped when Sal reached down and slid his cock inside my briefs. His cock was hot and hard, and it was touching my bare skin. Then Sal squeezed my dick through the front of my briefs. Dad saw it and his smile got bigger. It didn't make sense! Why wasn't Dad mad?

Chapter 2 coming soon.