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Two

"Teddy, you haven't done anything to be ashamed of," Dad said. "You just have one less secret to keep from us. That's not such a terrible thing, is it?"

I was very confused.

"It's not? Then why do I feel so guilty?" I asked him.

Dad tilted his head and looked sympathetic.

"I know that feeling, believe me, Teddy. But starting today, things are different for our whole family. You are a teenager now. You are old enough to know some things that I wasn't comfortable...having you know...before. I phrased that badly, I know. But just know that we consider you a man today, and we will begin treating you as a man. If Sal had hugged you while he was naked yesterday, I would have been angry. But you are both adults in my eyes and you can do this, now."

Sal hugged me tighter. I smiled. "I love you, Dad."

"And I love you. Sal and I both love you. And the reason you think Sal is sexy because he is sexy," Dad said. "And it doesn't bother me a bit that you think he is sexy."

"Yes, I am," Sal said. "Actually, I would prefer if you address me as Mister Sexy from now on. Yesterday Dad would have been mad if you went around addressing me as Mister Sexy, but you can do it now. Aren't you lucky, Teddy?"

Dad and I laughed.

"So. Tell us. What is your sexual orientation, as if we weren't already sure when I slipped my cock inside your briefs, and you pushed your butt against it," Sal said.

"I did not!" I said. I was so embarrassed, but Dad had a smile on his face.

"If he didn't, he must be straight," Dad said.

Sal sighed. "That was the test we agreed on. Teddy is straight, all right," Sal said. I was even more confused. I had no idea what anyone might say next. I opened my mouth to object and then forgot what I was going to object about. Dad grinned at me. "You've completely failed him as a father, Dad, but I've told you that many times."

Instead of getting mad at Sal, Dad laughed.

"I'm gay! I'm gay!" I said.

Dad and Sal laughed.

"Oh, that's a big surprise!" Sal said. "You're shocked, aren't you, Dad."

"I just want Teddy to be himself, no matter how horrible being straight is," Dad said.

I laughed. I walked over to Dad and hugged him. I didn't know what the hell was going on, but everyone was happy.

"I think I made him gay, Dad," Sal said, looking serious. "It wasn't intentional, but with a such an incredibly sexy stud sleeping in the same room as him, how could he help it? I mean, he's seen my dick, Dad. What could he do but lust intensely?"

"Oh, god!" I said.

"Teddy, is this true?" Dad asked me. "Did Sal turn you gay because he's so hot?"

"And I have an incredible dick," Sal added.

I laughed.

"You're both crazy!" I said.

Dad left, chuckling while Sal and I got dressed. Sal left the room. I tried to figure out what was going on. Was it possible they were using drugs? That could explain it. But Dad was very anti-drug. Sal told Dad he had failed me as a parent. Why? Dad laughed at that. Why? Sal said he'd told Dad many times that he'd failed me as a father. Why did he think that? Was something wrong with me? Was it because I wanted Sal, and Sal blamed Dad? But Sal blamed himself for being so sexy... I went into the kitchen. I stood and watched Sal make coffee. I had no idea what was going on, and I wasn't sure how to ask.

"Good lord, Teddy. I can feel your heart pounding over here."

"Well, you're the one making it pound. I think I'm dreaming. Or have the two of you started taking drugs?"

"Well, I am about to have a cup of caffeine. But that's legal." Sal sighed. "You're not. You've just been making one wrong assumption," Sal said.

"What's that?"

"You assumed I didn't feel for you what you feel for me. Whoops! You made two wrong assumptions. You also assumed Dad would be unhappy about that. Once you accept that I do...and he isn't, it all makes sense."

I stared at Sal.

"You're thinking it's wrong," Sal said.

"Yeah."

"Well, accept the fact that I don't think it's wrong and neither does Dad. Dad knows how I feel about you. I told him."

It was starting to make sense. Sal had never gone on a date with anyone. He was a very hot guy. Why not? It seemed to be because he wanted me, only I was too young. Maybe up wasn't down.

"Why did you tell Dad he was a bad parent?"

"I was joking, Teddy! Dad knew I was joking."

"I think my brain is overloading, Sal." Sal chuckled.

Dad called me. I found him in the living room, in his recliner. He looked nervous.

"Come here, Teddy," he said.

He pulled me onto his lap.

"You probably feel you're too old to be doing this," he said, as he wrapped his arms around me.

"No. I was just thinking how glad I am that I get to sit on your lap," I said.

Dad grinned at me. He had a bottle of Scotch on the table next to his recliner. He took a drink right out of the bottle. I'd never seen him do that, before.

"I want to talk to you about sex, Teddy."

I smiled, nervously. That was why Dad needed a drink so early. I thought Dad was going to give me a speech about AIDS.

"Teddy, I know you've been jacking off to pictures of Sal." I froze. Despite all the smiles in our bedroom, and Sal's words, I couldn't help feeling something bad was about to happen. "What you don't know is that I took those pictures, while Sal posed for them. I put them in Sal's top drawer. Then I told you to put his laundry in that drawer, knowing you would find them. Sal and I both wanted you to have them."

I couldn't believe what Dad was saying. I started to feel a little light-headed. This just didn't make sense. Unless he was testing me. That had to be it.

"You were hoping I would ignore them," I said. I sighed. "I know I should have."

"No, Teddy. Son. You don't understand. You did what I hoped you'd do. You jacked off frantically and frequently to pictures of your brother."

I stared at Dad.

"You wanted me to...want Sal?"

"I know it sounds terrible, but I have what I think is a very good reason."

"Is it AIDS?" I asked.

"Yes. I'm surprised you picked up on that so fast, but you've always been so smart. You can't catch anything from Sal and he can't catch anything from you. If either of you start looking for boyfriends, I'll be terrified. You know what can happen. You've been to the funerals. People haven't stopped dying of AIDS. It's getting worse. I was terrified, Teddy. But you and Sal can have as much sex together as you want. And you won't have to use condoms or anything else. I'll go even further and say I'll be very, very glad if you and Sal become lovers and have sex all the time."

I gulped. All the pieces fell into place. The reason I didn't understand why Dad would be happy I was in Sal's arms, was because I wasn't seeing it from his point of view. He wanted us to be safe. That was the most important thing to him. That was very understandable. He didn't want us to die! I could see nervous Dad was. Dad took another drink of Scotch. I thought about asking for some of it. I was at least as nervous as he was. After all, I had absolutely no idea what was going to come out of his mouth, next.

"Now, there's a word for this, an ugly word. Incest," he said.

I gasped.

"But it's just a word. Incest can and has resulted in unhealthy and even deformed children, but we don't have to worry about that. We just have to learn to ignore that word. Or better yet, think of it as a method of being safe. I think of it as a type of safe sex. And I want you to think of it the same way. I don't want you to be ashamed of having sex with your brother. I want you to enjoy it. I want you both to enjoy it so much and have so much sex together that you never think of dating anyone else."

"But...that's fine for me. What about Sal?" But Sal had just told me in the kitchen that he wanted me. The problem was, that made no sense. He was a hot, hot man, and I was basically a kid. "He'll be stuck with me," I said.

Dad grinned.

"Baby, you excite Sal. Believe me. I've watched him eat your cum. I watched him lick dried cum off your dresser, while you were in the shower."

I gasped. I looked at Dad's face. He was serious.

"I want to eat Sal's cum," I said. Then I was embarrassed by being so blunt. It was hard to remember neither of them were bothered by the fact that I wanted to do that.

"You do? You want Sal to feed you his man milk, instead of shooting it on towels?" Dad asked me.

I groaned.

"Yes!"

I suddenly realized there was a major lump under me. Something hard was pressed against my butt. I gasped when I realized what it had to be: Dad's erection. I moved my butt around and Dad groaned.

"So you're saying incest is OK," I said.

"Yes, Teddy. But it's not just OK. It's a good thing. I want you to have incestuous sex with your brother." I swallowed, nervously. "I will be unhappy if you don't, or if you ever stop having sex with him. Now if you were brother and sister, it wouldn't be good. There would be too much risk of pregnancy. No birth control is one hundred percent effective. But you are both men. Like I said, just think of it as safe sex," Dad said. "And if it helps, keep telling yourself that incest is a good thing. No. I want you to keep telling yourself that incest is a wonderful thing."

I sat there and thought about that. He was right, I decided.

"And you don't have to hide yourself in your bedroom. I want you to feel free to have sex anywhere in the house. Just make sure the blinds are closed. I would actually prefer to watch the two of you. It's going to excite the hell out of me. Would it bother you if I jacked off while I watched you having sex?" Dad asked.

I was speechless. I have never been brave. Just then I told myself I had to be, for once. "Dad, I want to have sex with you, too."

I worried as I studied Dad's face. Was he going to get angry? No. He closed his eyes and smiled. That stunned me. Then he sighed. He opened his eyes.

"Is this something you really want, Teddy?"

"Yes, Dad. I really want it. I've wanted it for a long time."

"Have you really?" he asked, grinning. I nodded. "If you are absolutely sure that's what you want, then yes, we can have sex," he said. "The three of us can have sex together. Safe sex."

"Can we do more than jack off?" I asked.

"Yes. We can suck and fuck, if that's what you want," Dad said.

"I do, I do, I do!" I said.

I waved my arms in the air.

"I'm going to have sex!"

Dad laughed.

I forced myself to be brave, again. I reached down under me and groped Dad's hard dick through his pants. Dad groaned and smiled at me.

"Do you want that?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Sal!" Dad yelled.

Sal came running into the room.

"Dad said I can have sex with both of you!" I said.

Sal grinned, and nodded.

"Have you told him about Buck and Wade, yet?" Sal asked Dad.

"What about Buck and Wade?" I asked.

Dad took another drink of Scotch out of the bottle.

"Buck is the one who convinced me that incest is a good idea for our family," Dad said. "Buck grew up in a wild family. They all practiced incest, and on both sides of the family."

"What exactly does that mean, both sides?" I asked.

"His mother's family and his father's family. Those are the two sides." I nodded. "The reason they all had sex with each other had nothing to do with AIDS. They just loved sex and incest. Buck had sex with Wade. It was traditional in his family. But then AIDS came along. Buck decided that it was only safe for him and Wade to have sex with each other. Buck worried more about AIDS than even I did, because while I lost friends, Buck lost his father and his brother. They both died of AIDS. And in a family that practices incest...Well, Buck was very scared."

"Oh, Dad! How horrible!"

Dad nodded.

"At first, I was disgusted by the idea. But I talked to Wade and he told me how happy he was. Wade has no intention of having sex outside his family. That means he will never contract the virus. As a father, I know what a relief that is to Buck. And they have a lot of sex. They began having sex in front of me. I got extremely aroused."

"Can I watch them have sex?" I asked.

Dad laughed.

"Teddy! I'm trying to convince you that incest isn't bad, and you're jumping way ahead!" Dad said.

He and I laughed.

"I told you, Dad," Sal said. I turned and saw Sal on the sofa. I blew him a kiss. Sal and Dad laughed. "Teddy never thought incest was bad," Sal said. "He was just afraid we did."

"Is that true?"

"Well, I always wanted to have sex with the two of you, but I felt guilty," I said.

"Well, I don't want you to feel guilty," Dad said. "Having sex with Sal and me is a very good thing. I don't want any of us ever getting horny enough to lust after strangers or friends from school."

I nodded.

"You asked if you could watch Buck and Wade have sex," Dad said. "You can, but they want to have sex with you. They know that the three of us are safe, too."

I gasped.

"Are you serious?"

"He is," Sal said. "They talk about it all the time. You see, they're both tops."

"Do you know what that means?" Dad asked me.

I laughed. "Dad! I'm thirteen, not three!"

"Well, Mister Smartypants, are you a top or a bottom?" Dad asked.

"I'm pretty sure I'm a bottom. I always fantasize about you and Sal fucking me. I've never fantasized about fucking either of you. That sounds gross."

Dad sighed. A grin broke out on his face.

"See, Dad?" Sal said.

"Stop interrupting," Dad said to Sal. "I want to get this over with before I fall into an alcoholic stupor." Sal and I laughed. "Anyway, Buck wants our two families to sort of merge. Buck and I are the parents, and you are our three boys. All of us will stay safe by keeping sex in the family. All five of us will practice incest. Now I need to know how you feel about that," Dad said to me.

"Sal, is this what you want?" I asked.

"Teddy, I know how Sal feels. I want to know how you feel and I don't want either of us influencing your decision," Dad said.

"I think it sounds wonderful," I said.

"How would you feel about Wade being your brother? Not legally, emotionally," Dad said.

"Wade's nice, but I've been worried that Sal and Wade are dating or will start dating," I said. 'Can I stop worrying?"

Dad looked surprised.

"Sal, that's one thing you forgot to mention," Dad said.

"I didn't know!" Sal said. "Teddy, what made you think that?"

"Well, you spend a lot of time together," I said to Sal. "I know you like each other. You're both gay and about the same age. Wade is handsome and...sexy, and so are you. It sort of seemed...logical, I guess."

Dad nodded. "That makes perfect sense. But Wade is afraid you don't like him."

"If he's not trying to take Sal from me, I like him fine. He's always been very nice to me. I tried not to hold it against him, even when I thought he wanted Sal. I mean, how could he not like and want Sal? I mean Mister Sexy."

Dad and Sal laughed.

"You don't have to call him that," Dad said. "If we were at the grocery store and you called him that..." Dad and Sal laughed. "But we were talking about Wade."

"I have to say I hate his cigars. They smell terrible and they can give him cancer."

"I'll tell him that," Dad said.

"Teddy, Wade is much more interested in you than in me," Sal said. "If he was going to ask anyone out on a date, it would be you."

"Why hasn't he ever done that?" I asked.

Dad and Sal laughed.

"For one thing, it's illegal for a nineteen-year-old to date a twelve-year-old!" Dad said.

"Oh! Yeah. Now I feel dumb."

"Don't!" Dad said. "The fact of the matter is that I wanted you to focus on Sal. I want you to have a sexual and romantic relationship with him. If you want to also do the same with Wade, that's good. But if you rejected Sal for Wade, I would worry about who Sal would date, if he couldn't have you."

"Oh! I understand."

"Do you think you'd enjoy having sex with Wade?" Dad asked me.

"Yes. I'd like to have sex with Buck, too," I said.

Dad looked very relieved.

"Teddy, Dad and I have been having sex with Buck and Wade," Sal said.

"I wasn't ready to tell him that!" Dad said to Sal. He was a little angry.

"I'm trying to keep you sober for Teddy's birthday party!" Sal said.

Dad let out a breath. Then he nodded.

"I began having sex with Buck and Wade. When Sal was old enough, I invited him to join us," Dad said.

"That was when we stopped going to Saturday afternoon movies," Sal said.

I got angry. Not only had they both lied to me constantly, but they were having sex with each other. I got lied to, and left out. I began crying.

"Oh, Teddy!" Dad said, hugging me. "Please don't cry. Why is he crying, Sal?"

"He feels left out," Sal said.

I nodded.

"Please calm down, Teddy. You weren't old enough," Dad said. "That's the only reason you weren't invited. It had nothing to do with us not wanting you, Teddy. We both love you and we want you. We are so happy you are now old enough. We couldn't wait until your birthday so you could join us, if you wanted to. Please believe me."

I looked at Dad's face and nodded. I wiped my face.

"You said the three of us will have sex," I said to Dad. Dad nodded. "Will you fuck me?"

Dad picked up the bottle of Scotch.

"Never mind, Dad. I don't want you to get drunk," I said.

Dad smiled at me and put down the bottle.

"Is that what you want, Teddy?" Dad asked me.

I nodded.

"Then I will. Sal and I both will."

I grinned.

"Buck and Wade are hoping that someday you'll let them fuck you, too," Sal added. Dad nodded his head.

"I think I'd like that. But I don't know how much it will hurt." I said.

"Don't worry about that," Dad said. "We're going to take it very slowly. I don't want to cause you any pain at all."

I smiled.

"Teddy, none of the rest of us want to get fucked," Sal said. "All three of them wanted to fuck me. But I want to fuck, not be fucked."

"All three?" I asked.

"Me, Buck, and Wade," Dad said.

"Oh, lord! I'm going to get fucked a lot!" I said.

"Only if you want to be fucked a lot," Dad said.

I nodded.

"You are the reason Buck wants us to be one family," Sal said. "His family—him and Wade—doesn't have a bottom. When the four of us get together, we just have oral sex."

"Have you sucked Dad?" I asked Sal.

"I've sucked all three of them."

"I've sucked all three, too," Dad said.

I felt myself getting mad and hurt again.

Dad sighed.

"Like I said, only because you were too young, not because we didn't want to include you," Dad said.

I sighed. It was logical, but why was I still mad?

"Dad's worried you'll be upset when you find out how old Wade was when he began sucking Buck." Sal said.

"Grrrrrrrr," Dad said. I could see he was pissed off at Sal.

"This is delicate, Sal! Shut your fucking mouth!" Dad said, angrily.

I was surprised and a little scared.

"Please don't be mad, Dad!" I said.

"Oh, baby, I'm not mad at you," Dad said. He tightened his arms around me.

"I don't want you to be mad at Sal, either."

Dad sighed. "OK."

"Sal, will you tell me later how old Wade was?" I asked.

Sal looked like he was about to laugh.

"Sure."

"Dad, I don't remember exactly when I first started wanting to have sex with you, but it's been years. Maybe I was ten. I might have been nine," I said.

Dad looked surprised.

"Well, Wade was eight," Dad said.

"OK," I said. "I thought you were going to say he was really young."

"Hmm. That is really young, but so is ten," Dad said.

"It doesn't seem that way to a ten-year-old," I said.

Dad laughed. "I guess you're right."

"Oh, god, I'm glad that's over," Dad said.

"What's over?" I asked.

"Dad's been stressed out over his incest speech for months," Sal said.. He basically had to turn your life upside down, and hope you took all of it well."

Dad nodded.

"I was afraid the whole situation would make you hate me. Maybe both of us," Dad said to me.

I shook my head.

I thought about the pictures of Sal.

"Is the picture of that other dick yours?" I asked Dad.

"What other dick?" Dad asked.

"Yes, Teddy. I took that picture," Sal said.

"What are you talking about?" Dad asked Sal.

"A couple of weeks ago, I put a picture of your dick with the pictures of me," Sal said.

Dad looked shocked.

"I'll be right back," Sal said. He left and returned a few seconds later with the picture of Dad's cock. He also left his briefs in the bedroom. Sal was naked and hard. I watched his big cock swing back and forth as he walked. My heart pounded in my chest. Sal handed the photo to Dad. Dad's mouth fell open. Then he shook his head. He didn't look mad, though.

"Teddy's been jacking off and fantasizing about your cock, too," Sal said to Dad.

I watched several emotions flash over Dad's face. Then he nodded his head.

"Did you know that is my cock?" Dad asked me.

"Yes."

Dad looked very nervous. He started to reach for the bottle of Scotch, but stopped.

"How did you know? Did Sal tell you?" he asked.

"No. I thought Sal didn't know I was looking at his pictures. I decided it was you because the hair was black. That meant it wasn't Buck or Wade. The dick was bigger than Sal's and the words 'daddy milk' made me think the cum was milk from my daddy," I said.

Dad looked surprised. He shook his head.

"Do you like Dad's cock, Teddy?" Sal asked me.

"I love it. I fantasize about licking Dad's cum up."

"It's called daddy milk when it comes out of Dad's cock," Sal said.

Dad grunted. He reached down between my legs and groped himself.

"I understand."

"You took that picture while I was sleeping," Dad said to Sal.

"Yup. I took it maybe three years ago."

Dad shook his head.

"And you jacked off to it?" Dad asked him.

"Oh, hell, yeah," Sal said. "I jacked off to pictures of Teddy, too."

Dad grinned and shook his head.

"You've had that picture all this time and you never showed it to me?" I asked Sal.

Sal laughed. "Teddy, if I was going to show you a picture of a cock, it would be my cock. I wanted you to want me, not Dad. It never occurred to me that all three of us could have sex together. I was only willing to show you Dad's cock once I was sure you wanted mine."

Sal really wanted me and he wanted me to want him. It was wonderful.

"Tell me about your sexual fantasies," Sal said to me. "I want to make them come true, if I can."

"I imagine you and Dad fucking me. Sometimes I imagine I'm sucking you while Dad fucks me."

"Oh, fuck!" Dad said.

Dad's dick was hard, before. But I felt it get harder. Or maybe it was trying to stand up.

"Can we do that?" I asked Dad.

He closed his eyes. "I would love to do that, Teddy. I really would. We can do it every day. We can do it twice a day, if you want.

"I'm amazed you figured out what daddy milk meant so easily," Dad said to me. "You are absolutely right, son. It's milk that comes from my body. Now I need to tell you about another...peculiarity of Buck's family. I told you that the whole family practiced incest. He had sex with all his male relatives. He would have had sex with the female relatives, too, if he wasn't gay. He was raised to suck his father, both grandfathers, and two uncles. Now the men of his family believed semen was nutritious and it was good for children, especially boys. Since it was good for Buck, they fed him a lot. Because Buck was gay, he loved sucking their cocks. He was by far the best cock sucker in the families. That made the men want him to suck them even more often. He ate a hell of a lot of his daddy's milk, and milk from his other male relatives."

"Wow!" I said.

Dad nodded.

"Buck grew up believing that milk, meaning semen, was good for him. He fed Wade the way he'd been fed, but he waited until Wade was eight, because he wasn't absolutely sure it was good for kids. Maybe the adults just wanted to get their cocks sucked. Anyway, Buck did some research before he began feeding Wade. He found a book that showed the nutritional value of human semen," Dad said.

"You're joking. There isn't such a book!" I said.

"No. There is. I've seen it. You can see it whenever you want. It turns out semen is nutritious. It has protein, carbohydrates, vitamins, minerals like zinc, and even testosterone."

"Wow!"

Dad nodded.

"Buck told me that he is the tallest person in his family. Now that he is certain daddy milk is nutritious, he's convinced he is as big as he is because all his male relatives fed him so much of their milk. Buck's brother was only five-foot-ten, and his brother refused to swallow his daddy's milk. The book completely convinced Buck. Wade was eight, then. He began feeding Wade. Wade loved it. He loved being that close to his father. Buck loved it just as much. He was helping his son by having orgasms. And they loved each other more than ever."

"Wow!" I said.

Dad grinned.

"The two of them are so close, it made me jealous. I wanted to be closer to you boys, but not that way. Buck told me that because he had fed Wade for so long, that part of Wade's body was made from Buck's body. His body produced the milk that Wade drank, and the protein and other things in his milk got incorporated into his son's body."

"Wow! Double wow!"

Dad nodded.

"And when Wade went through puberty, Buck's body provided extra testosterone to speed up the process. I gradually came to agree with Buck that it was a good thing Buck fed Wade. Anyway, Buck kept commenting about how small you are and he talked about how much my milk could help both of you, but especially you, Teddy. When Sal was fifteen, I invited him to come with me to Buck's."

"And I did, and I loved it," Sal said. "Dad began feeding me, which means I started sucking his cock—"

Dad groaned and put his hand over his face. I could tell he was embarrassed.

"Do you need more?" I asked Dad, as I picked up the bottle of Scotch. He took it and took a drink.

"And I immediately began growing hair on my chest," Sal said. He grinned at me. "Which you loved."

"I did. I was so happy when it started growing."

Sal nodded.

"Now you know why," Sal said.

"Wow, Dad! So are you going to begin feeding me?"

Dad looked very solemn.

"Yes, I am."

He looked uneasy.

"You don't want to, though. Do you?" I asked.

"No, Teddy. I want to feed you," Dad said. "I'm just having trouble admitting it to you. Sal knows how much I want to feed you. I've wanted to do it for years. I kept telling myself the correct thing to do was wait. But part of me knew Buck was right. Buck kept telling me you were too small and you needed my daddy milk. I should have started feeding you sooner. I just couldn't. If I had let you suck my cock when you were eight, I would have hated myself for the rest of my life. Can you believe that?"

"Of course, Dad. I guess almost everyone would feel that way, at least people who aren't like Buck's family."

He nodded.

"I now feel you're old enough, but just barely." I nodded. "I really want to see your lips wrapped around my cock! I want you to suck my cock. I want you to make me come and I want you to swallow every drop of semen—milk I shoot into your mouth!" I gulped. "I want you to milk me several times a day, and by that I mean I want you to suck my big cock until you give me an orgasm. I mean that. I want you to give me at least three orgasms every single day." I gulped and nodded. "It's only when you make me come that I can feed you from my body."

"I want to do that, Daddy."

Dad sighed and smiled.

"Don't ever think I don't want you. The problem I'm having isn't that I don't want to have sex with you. The problem is your age. Because I have so much lust for you, I feel guilty."

"But if it's going to help me..."

"Don't worry, Teddy, baby," Dad said. "The decision is made, and I know it's the right one. And the alcohol has loosened my inhibitions enough that I can talk to you about it. Sal and I will begin having sex with you today. I will begin feeding you and I may do it for the rest of my life. Actually, that's what I want. I hope you never get tired of having sex with me. Long after the two of you are adults, I want to continue what we're starting today."

I hugged Dad.

"I don't plan to ever have sex again that doesn't include both my sons," Dad said.

"We're both glad about that," Sal said.

"I'll be feeding you, too, Teddy," Sal said.

I grinned.

"Do you want to have sex with Buck and Wade today?" Dad asked me.

"I think so. Yes. I do."

Dad grinned.

"Good. I want them to feed you, too. And all of us are hoping your pool birthday party turns into an orgy," Dad said.

"Great! I'm so excited!"

Dad laughed. "It's so hard for me to say these things," Dad said shaking his head. "I invite my thirteen-year-old son to an orgy and he just says, 'Great'!"

"OK. How about if I just say thank you, instead?" I asked.

Sal laughed.

"No. If you feel great about it, you should say that. It's just that I would have completely freaked out if my father had said any of this on my thirteenth birthday," Dad said. "And if I became convinced he was serious about having sex with me, I would have said hell no! My father did not excite me at all."

"You never told me that, Dad," Sal said. I nodded. "It explains a lot that I didn't understand. Like why you had so much trouble understanding why I wanted to have sex with you more than sex with Buck or Wade."

"I'm surprised it never occurred to me to tell you," Dad said to Sal.

"Dad, I've wanted to have sex with you for a long time. I remember I drew a picture of your dick in the alley with a piece of chalk, a long time, ago," I said.

"Oh, good lord! I hope no one saw you do it!" Dad said.

"I don't think so, but at the time, I didn't think it was bad."

Dad shook his head. "Amazing. But baby, I don't want you ever doing anything with any of us you don't want to do. If you've had enough, just tell us you want to stop. If you hate being fed, just say so. We can shoot our loads on your adorable face. That will be almost as fun—"

"But I do want you to feed me!" I said. "I can't wait! I want both of your cocks in my mouth now!"

Dad chuckled.

"That's terrific! I think with the four of us feeding you every day, you'll start your growth spurt."

"Will I have a grow spurt every time your cock spurts in my mouth?" I asked Dad, grinning. Sal chuckled.

He growled. "We'll see. You need to eat a lot of my daddy milk for it to work. Once a day wouldn't do much."

I grinned.

"Wait a minute. Won't my mouth get sore from having four dicks in it all the time?" I asked Dad.

"Don't worry about that. We can feed you without a lot of effort on your part, and without keeping your mouth open. Eventually, you can suck us. You'll start slowly and maybe start with just sucking Sal or Wade. Eventually, you may be sucking all of us, but we will work slowly up to that. I don't want anything we do to cause you pain," Dad said.

I smiled. If Dad thought I was going to wait a long time before I sucked him, he would find out he was wrong!

"Buck thought you might want to jack each of us off into a glass," Sal said. "Then you can drink our milk without hurting your jaw. Buck suggested we could all come in a bowl and Dad can spoon feed our milk to you."

I groaned.

"Oh, fuck! That's the nastiest thing I've heard, yet!" I said.

"Is that good or bad?" Dad asked me.

"Dad, weren't you ever thirteen?" Sal asked. I laughed. "It's good. Nasty is good. He would have said 'gross', if he didn't like the idea."

I nodded my head. Dad shook his, but he was smiling.

"I just assumed you knew very little about sex," Dad said to me.

"I know about sucking and fucking and dildos and bondage and fisting and body piercings and pissing—" I said.

"Stop right there! Sal why did you tell him about those things? How did you learn about them?" Dad asked. He seemed angry.

"I didn't, Dad. We found out about them in your porn magazines."

Dad looked shocked.

"You found those under the carpet?" Dad asked.

"Yeah."

"What about the videos? Weren't those enough?" he asked.

"What videos?" I asked.

Dad put his face in his hands.

"The ones on the shelf in my closet," he said. "They're under an old leather jacket.

"We weren't searching your room for porn, Dad," Sal said. "We found the magazines accidentally."

Dad shook his head. He looked very upset. I didn't understand why.

"Oh, god! What a mess!" he said.

"I don't understand, Dad," I said.

"Look, those were hidden there because I absolutely didn't want you two to ever see them. I threw away my hardcore videos and only left the very vanilla ones that I thought wouldn't fuck up your minds. I barely hid them in my closet."

"I guess I have the hardcore videos," Sal said.

"What? You have videos and you never told me?" I yelled at Sal.

"You wouldn't have liked them, Teddy. Most of them were like those two magazines we both hated. The others had people I knew had died. I didn't want to keep those. I was planning to show you the ones that Dad starred in when you were a little older," Sal said.

"Oh, god!" Dad said, with his face still in his hands.

"What are the ones with Dad like? I want to see those!" I said.

"I'm telling you that you won't like them," Sal said. "For instance, in one, Dad is up on a stage and he's fist fucking two guys at the same time."

"How?" I asked.

"He has two arms," Sal said. "Then later in the video..."

I heard a sob. I realized then that Dad was crying.

Chapter 3 is coming soon. If you enjoy the story, I would love to hear from you.