Date: Mon, 12 Sep 2016 01:16:22 +0000 (UTC)
From: Db Byron <db.byron@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boys Will Be Boys Part Twelve M/b Incest

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Chapter Eleven:  "Family Love"

It was Christmas morning and there was something in the air.  The aroma was
undeniable and had stirred me from the deepest slumber.  What was it I
smelt, you ask.  Was it fresh baked holiday bread?  No.  Maybe the scent of
cookies or cakes and treats?  No.  No, it wasn't anything you one would
expect to smell so early in the morning on a holiday.  Nope, not even
close.

So what was it, you wonder.  I'll tell you, it was piss.  It was fucking
piss!  I sat up in bed and pushed back the covers to find Mark laying there
next me and he smelled of pure piss.  The aroma was so overpowering that I
nearly gagged.

To wake him, I reached over and very calmly plucked a pubic hair from his
pubes and his eyes popped open.

An the moment we made eye contact, I said to him, "You smell like piss."

To which he replied, "Well, good morning to you too..."

Though that didn't deter me from further asking, "Why?  Why the hell do you
smell like piss?  An why is it so strong?  Did you roll around in a toilet
or something?"

That's when he started laughing and said, "It's a long story."

"I'm sure it is and I look forward to hearing it.  After you take a fucking
shower."  I said and kicked the covers off of us further, "You know I just
washed these sheets."

Then he shook his head, rubbed the sleep from his eyes and leaned in close
to plant a kiss on my lips.  His hot wet tongue entered my mouth and for a
moment I really thought about biting him.  But I relented and let him kiss
me.  Then he crawled out of bed and I saw his sexy hairy ass as it came
into view.  An I nearly forgot all about the pissy smell he'd tracked in.

He turned to me, yawned and said, "Sorry about the sheets, baby.  I'll wash
'em after I get a shower."

Hearing him call me baby as he often did when he knew I was mad at him,
made me smiled and I knew he realized I wasn't too happy about being woken
up by such an expected experience.

I nodded to him and watched as he made his way to the bedroom door and
slipped out into the hallway.  Unfortunately for him, that's where he was
again confronted about the piss.  Only this time, it was my Dad who yelled
from out in the living room, "Mark!  Are these your pissy jeans on the
living room floor!?"

"Yeah, Daddy!"  I heard Mark yell back to him.

"Well, fucking pick them up!  We live in a house not a goddamn pigsty!"  My
Dad continued, "An where's your Brother!?  Tell him to get his ass out here
and open some presents!"

Hearing that, I yelled back, "I'm coming!"

An then I got out of bed to join my Dad and the boy's in the living room.
As you can imagine, both Alex and Jacob had already beaten everyone to the
Christmas tree and ripped through the wrapping paper on their gifts in a
matter of seconds.  They were each now sitting on the couch playing with
their toys and waiting patiently for me and Mark to open our presents, so
they could see what we'd gotten.  You know, because they were nosy little
boys.

Just to make them wait even longer, I didn't sit down to open mine until
I'd first had my morning coffee.  By which time, Mark had come out of the
shower and had sat down beside me on the floor in the living room.  The two
of us took hold of our presents and stared at each other as we tore through
the wrapping.

This year we had all tried our best to give one another gifts that came
from the heart and that meant that most of our presents were things that we
made ourselves or had custom made by a third party.  I'd gotten everyone
matching sweaters with our family crest on them with the expectation, that
by now it would be cold enough outside for us to wear them.  Unfortunately,
the weather hadn't cooperated at all and it was still much too warm for
sweaters.  But that didn't stop them from thanking me and promising to wear
them once it got cooler out.

Mark being the amateur photographer in the family, had ordered some very
well framed 8" x 10" photos that he'd taken of each of us at various points
throughout the year.  Plus he'd put together a really neat photo collage of
the whole family; Which he placed on the mantle above the fireplace.  It
looks great and he also left room on the mantle for another large family
portrait that he had yet to have printed.  It was to be one of the the
whole family at Dipsticks during their Christmas Eve party.

For his part, my Dad had kept up the tradition of being the family
spoilsport by giving everyone store bought items.  Sure, they were good and
thoughtful but not as creative.  Which was why we had all decided to try
and do the whole self-made Christmas this year.  Oh well, like I said, he
stuck with tradition and he did find some really nice stuff for each of us.

He'd gotten Alex some reflectors and lights for his bike.  An Jacob got a
collection of gay action figures; Which Mark and I later tried to steal
from him.  Well, not literally of course.  We would never steal anything
from a child.  But they did look really cool and we begged him to let us
play with them.  Being the loving and generous boy he was, he gladly
offered to share them with us.

Then as for Mark and I, our Dad had bought us both car cleaning supplies.
Which I'm guessing was his subtle way of telling us that we needed to clean
our vehicles.  I found that to be less than amusing, so thankfully he also
got me a pair of work pants and a gift card for Wal-Mart.  Mark got the
same gift card and a new holster for his revolver, so that he wouldn't have
to keep stuffing it down his pants like a cowboy.

Oh and did I mention that Alex and Jacob both got gift cards too?  No?
Well, they did.  Lets face it, my Dad is not the greatest at picking out
gifts sometimes.  But you can never go wrong with money or gift cards, am I
right?

An that brings me to the boys and their gifts for us.  Jacob had bought
Alex a stuffed bear from the build-a-bear store.  It was really cute with
it's leather chaps and leather cap.  I remember the lady in the store had
given us the creepiest looks while we customized it for the boy.  That
alone made it memorable to me.  An Alex had an affection for stuffed
animals, so he fell in love with it instantly.

Come to think of it, I think my Nephew had picked out some of the best
gifts of the season.  He really took to heart the idea of finding things
that would mean something special to each of us and he did so perfectly
with my gift.  He'd gotten me a t-shirt with the words, 'I'm the Gay Uncle
everyone talks about.'  There was never a truer word printed on a t-shirt
than that, if you know what I mean.

Well, alright maybe there was and it was printed on the shirt that he'd
given to his Daddy.  Mark held it up and I read the words, 'Put your head
in the pillow and do as Daddy says.'  Needless to say, that had to be the
most amusing t-shirt I'd read in awhile.  Especially when I imagined Mark
saying it.  Since he was so not the demanding type but maybe that was
Jacobs' way of telling his Daddy that he wanted him to be more strict and
demanding with him.  At least, that was the impression me and my Dad got.

Anyway, then there was Alex and the gifts he'd given us.  Unlike the rest
of us, he had gone the easiest route and had handed us each a Christmas
Card with money inside.  Of course, he was only a 6yo and had no money of
his own, so the money had really come from my Dad.  But the thought behind
it was all that mattered.

Oddly enough, we each got cards except for my Dad.  Which at the time, I
found to be very strange.  I mean sure, it was his own money that was
getting passed around but I thought that the boy could have at least handed
him a card.  I wouldn't learn until later that night, that there was a card
marked for him but that it wasn't ready for delivery quite yet.

Finally, after opening presents and having our morning coffee, each of us
thanked one another for the wonderful gifts we'd received and my Dad
reminded us that we needed to pay a visit to the Blue Crane Nudist
Community.  He didn't say it in so many words but I just knew that one of
the reasons he was so insistent on us going was due to the fact, that
Olivier's Grandson was visiting for the holiday.

Olivier had mentioned the boys' expected holiday arrival on a couple of
occasions.  An that served to hype up the anticipation for his arrival.
None of us had ever met little Baptiste before but from the glowing worlds
of praise Olivier had been throwing about, I had a feeling he was going to
be worth seeing.  All I knew was that he was likely to be the youngest boy
in our network of men and boys; What with him being around 3 and half years
old.

Shortly after mentioning it, my Dad told us to get ready to go and Jacob
and Alex followed him down the hallway to get dressed.  They were
surprisingly anxious to visit the Blue Crane as well, albeit for different
reasons.  Jacob said he wanted to go, so that he could show Damien what
he'd gotten for Christmas and Mark said he wanted to go; Because he wanted
to make sure Max and Damien had gotten home safely, after all the drinking
they'd done the night before.

Then there was Alex; Who said he wanted to visit with Raul, in hopes that
the man was going to give him something for Christmas as well.  Which my
Dad assured him was likely true, given how close the two of them had
become.

So while Jacob, Alex and my Dad headed to their rooms to get dressed; Mark
and I prepared a load of laundry to wash while we were away.  First we
picked up his pissy jeans from the living room floor and then we went back
into our bedroom to remove the bed sheets.  I helped him to pull the sheets
off and then followed him into the laundry room.

Once there, he put them in the washing machine and bent down to pick up the
jug of detergent.  An that's when I got a great view of his sexy hairy ass
again.  Before he could stand back up, I put my hand on his hairy ass
cheeks and gave them a nice slow groping.

"Mmmmm."  He moaned and glanced back at me, "What's up, big bro?"

"I can see where Jacob gets his sexy ass from."  I said, "His Daddy's got
one fine hairy ass.  Mmmmm.  I wonder if his is gonna be this hairy when he
gets older?"

Then he stood up to add the detergent to the wash but I kept my hand on his
ass and gently ran my fingers through his thick ass hair.

"I reckon it probably will be.  If he takes after Daddy and me.  That is,
unless he decides to shave it the way you do."  He said, "Who knows.  He
might not like the maintenance that comes with trimming and let it run
wild."

"You make it sound like it takes a lot of work to keep it smooth."  I said
with a smirk, "The secret is liquid hair remover.  I don't spend more than
15mins on it and it stays baby smooth all year round."

"I ain't got 15mins to waste on no hair."  He said and set the jug back
down on the floor, before closing the lid on the washer and setting the
dial.

Then he pushed himself up against me and rubbed his hairy ass on me.  I put
my arms around him and hugged him tight as we listened to the washer
filling with water.

"Besides, if I trimmed it you wouldn't have it to play with anymore."  He
said and I kissed the back of his neck.

I knew he was right and I wasn't complaining.  I loved his hairy ass like
crazy and wouldn't want him to change it for anything.

I licked my way to his ear and said softly, "I know, baby.  I'm not
suggesting otherwise.  I love your fuzzy cheeks.  I have since you were,
what 14?  Ain't that when you started getting hair down there?"

He nodded and turned to kiss me.  Our lips met and he planted another
passionate kiss on them, tongue and all.

Then he broke our kiss to say, "You were fucking me long before that, big
bro.  We just had to wait till then, before I could return the favor and
give you my load.  Remember that?  Remember when I got my first real nut
off in your ass?"

"I remember.  Mmmmm.  I'll never forget how excited I was when you bred me,
that Christmas morning."  I said with a big smile on my face.

"Or how proud Dad was when we told him about it."  He said, before kissing
me softly again.

"Oh yeah, Mmmmm!"  I moaned thinking back to that Christmas so long ago,
"He was so happy he made me bend over and show him to prove it."

"An then he shoved his dick up your ass."  He said and he was right.

Our Dad saw Mark's fresh young load dripping from my hole that day and
jumped at the chance to add his to it.  We fucked like animals that whole
day I think.  He was like a big proud bulldog and we were his horny little
pups.

That's when I ran my hands up and down Mark's chest as I hugged from behind
and said, "I hope when Jacob's finally old enough to cum, that he gives his
first load to you."

"Yeah?"  He asked and turned around to face me.

I nodded and replied, "I think it would be awesome to see him fucking his
Daddy.  I mean, you know when he's older and all."

"Mmmmmm, Yeah.  You wanna see him shove his little dick up inside me?
You're Nephew, my Son, fucking his Daddy?"  He asked between kisses.

"Fuck yeah, Mmmmm!"  I moaned, "Gotta keep the love in the family."

That's when he smiled and said, "An what about little Alex; Who's he gonna
get to fuck when he gets all grown up?  Hmm?"

Hearing that, I got the feeling he was suggesting I might let the boy mount
me and I'll admit the thought had crossed my mind.  I mean, of the two
choices for the boy to fuck I was pretty much it.  Since there was no
chance in hell that his Grandpa would ever let him put his dick anywhere
near his dusty pucker.

With the boy now fresh in my mind, I said to Mark, "I'd let him stick it to
me in a heartbeat.  He's a sexy little guy and just as much a Nephew to me
as Jacob.  Well, not exactly but you know what I mean."

To that, Mark nodded and said, "We should really try to work harder on
that, you know?  Making him more inclusive in that aspect of our lives.  I
mean, he is family.  An like you said, we gotta keep the love in the
family."

He had a good point and I said, "Hmm, well Dad has offered to let us play
with him.  I don't know why we haven't taken him up on it before.  You
think Alex would mind if we double-teamed him?"

"Mmmmmm, two Uncles taking advantage of their much younger Nephew?  Hmm, I
like the way you think."  He said with a grin and I planted a kiss on his
lips.

Just then, the washer began it's wash circle and we stepped away to return
to our room.  Once there, we joined everyone else in getting dressed.  The
two of us had put on our new t-shirts, that Jacob had given us and as great
as they were, we knew it was a shame that we'd have to take them off once
we arrived at the Blue Crane.  But at least for the ride there, we were
going to be styling and looking fabulous in our new clothes.

Then we came out to the living room; Where we had to decide who's car we
were going to take and who was going to drive.  Now you'd have thought this
would have been an easy task but by the time it was all said and done, we
hadn't come to an agreement and simply decided to take separate cars.
Little did we know, that this would be the best decision we could make in
the long run.

Finally, with our driving arrangements all sorted out we headed outside and
locked the front door of the house.  Jacob brought his gay action figures
with him and piled into the car along with me and Mark.  Although the two
of them got in the backseat together, so they could play with their toys;
Which left me all alone in the front.  That made for a slightly more boring
ride than usual for me but at least I got to look back at them in the
mirror and watch as they made the action figure dry-hump one another and
perform other sex acts for their amusement.

Meanwhile, my Dad and Alex drove ahead of us in their truck.  I could only
imagine what they were talking about on their way to the estate but knowing
them, it was likely something that only the two of them could relate to.
They had become very close over the past year or so and even though they
didn't discuss it much, they had developed a very close bond.  One that was
somewhat difficult for the rest of us to fully comprehend.

I suppose that might have been the reason why Mark and I had always been so
stand-offish with regards to becoming sexually involved with Alex.  I don't
think either of us wanted to cross that invisible line in the sand;
Regardless of how many times our Dad tried to assure us that is alright to
do so.  In fact, there were times he'd been somewhat pushy, when it came to
the boy and us.  We knew he wanted us to avail ourselves of Alex and take
advantage of him sexually but I don't think either of us wanted to our of
fear that we might disrespect our Dad.

I know this all probably sounds silly but to us it was more complicated
than it should have been and that was mostly due to our reservations about
it.  Nevertheless, I could feel the tide beginning to shift on that matter
and I had a feeling that given the right opportunity; Mark and I would step
up to the plate and try our hand at bonding with the little guy more
proactively.

Now that said, we arrived at the Blue Crane at about noon and stripped down
naked to embark on our journey around the estate.  Visiting with friends
was a group event for us as we knew many of the same people.  So once we'd
entered by the front office, we made our way to the gym; Where we figured
Raul would be.

Unfortunately, we didn't find him in the gym itself but upon further
inspection, we eventually located him in the Jacuzzi room behind the gym.
As luck would have it, he wasn't along and was actually sharing the Jacuzzi
with Damien and his Uncle Max.  All three were sitting there soaking up the
warm waters as they discussed the various goings-on in the nudist
community.  We didn't mean to interrupt their conversation but they were
happy to see us and invited us to join them in the Jacuzzi.

Needless to say, we jumped at the chance.  Now you might have thought this
would have lead to some kind of sexual encounter but we managed to restrain
ourselves.  I mean, we were hardly in a private place and it was Christmas
after all.  Sex was the furthest thing from our minds at that moment and
there were plenty of other things to talk about.

For starters, Jacob and Damien got to playing with the gay action figures;
Which everyone found to be amusing.  Mostly because they had never seen
toys like that before.  In fact, I think Max and Raul were just as
fascinated by them as Mark and I had been.  An that lead to my Dad
explaining that he'd ordered them from a guy vendor he knew, that made
erotic toys for a living.

Little did we know, that the vendor he was referring to was actually our
neighbor; Who lived across the lake from us.  I'd only met him a handful of
times and honestly never knew the guy did that sort of work.  So I found
that revelation to be pretty interesting.  It only got more interesting
when my Dad said he'd done the man a favor and in return he'd gotten the
toys made for free.  An that really sparked my curiosity.  Than again, I
guess I shouldn't have been surprised by all this, because my Dad was
really good at keeping secrets.

Then after seeing Damien and Jacob having so much fun, Alex casually hinted
that he wished he'd gotten some toys to play with for Christmas.  An that's
when Raul told him that he'd gotten him something for Christmas but that it
was back at his apartment.  As you might imagine, that excited the boy and
without being too pushy, he convinced the man to take him to his apartment.

Meanwhile, while they were gone the rest of us continued to discuss various
topics of conversation.  One of which, Mark brought to the forefront; When
he asked if Max and Damien had, had any trouble getting home the night
before.  Max told him that the two of them had become so drunk, that Roger
wouldn't let them leave until they'd sobered up.  An that by the time they
eventually did, it was after the sun had come up.  That turned out to be
why they were in the Jacuzzi in the first place.  They were both hung-over
and trying to regain their strength.

That's when Mark told them, that after the night he'd had, he would be
laying off the booze for a bit and they both agreed to try and do the same.
I guess you could consider this to be his early new year's resolution and
we all know how those usually turn out.  But I admired him for at least
pledging to make a change.  After all, I worried about him and his
drinking.  Especially when he had to drive home late at night.

Shortly after that, Raul and Alex returned to the Jacuzzi room and the boy
showed us the gift he'd been given by his friend and trainer.  The man had
apparently bought him a skin-tight wrestling outfit as a way of letting him
and my Dad know, that he'd also enrolled the boy in a wrestling class.  My
Dad had some reservations about this but Raul explained that he'd be
teaching the class over the winter and spring months.  An that there was
nothing to worry about.  After all, he really cared for Alex and would
never put him in harms way.

An as for Alex, he was really excited by the idea of wrestling; Because it
would give him a chance to train harder and also allow him to show off his
natural talents.  This of course swayed my Dad's opinion and he quickly
came around to the idea.  Though between you and me, I think that there
were going to be some words between both men at some point.  I don't know
why I got that impression but I just did.  Anyway, we'll have to see how
that develops in time.

After this, Jacob asked if he could visit longer with Damien, so that the
boy could show my Nephew what all he had gotten for Christmas.  His Daddy
and I agreed and we left them to play, while the rest of us parted ways
with our friends and headed over to Olivier's place.

We arrived to find that he indeed was being visited by his Grandson and we
were introduced to young Baptiste upon entering the apartment.  He was an
incredibly cute little boy but he spoke little to no English.  Though this
made talking with him difficult, it didn't stop him from giving us each a
hug and following it up with one of those fancy french kisses you see
people do.  A peck on each cheek and a friendly hug was enough to make
anyone fall in love with the boy.

An I can tell you, my Dad was no exception.  He couldn't resist the boys'
french allure and became infatuated with him as if he was the newest the
toy on the playground.  Alex noticed this too and was none to impressed
with how his Grandpa was acting.  It was clear that he felt that he was
being passed over for the new kid and he didn't like it one bit.  Luckily,
Mark and I were there to keep him company and we took the extra effort to
make up for the lack of attention he was getting from his Grandpa.

This had the unexpected effect of causing him to draw closer to us and by
the time we'd spent a few hours visiting with Olivier and Baptiste; The boy
had begun asking if we would take him home.  He'd clearly had enough of
being neglected by his Grandpa and wanted to get away from the new kid
before he had the chance to become noticeably upset.

As you might have already suspected, this provided Mark and I with just the
opportunity we had been hoping for to allow us to get closer to the boy.
Since we'd driven our own car to the estate, we were free to leave at any
time and agreed to take him home with us.  I told my Dad that he'd have to
bring Jacob home and he nodded in acknowledgment.

Then Alex, Mark and I said goodbye to Olivier and made our way back to the
parking lot.  By the time we'd gotten back to the car, Alex looked very sad
and Mark knew he needed to cheer him up.  The two of them rode in the
backseat on the way home and to keep his mind off of the new kid and his
Grandpa; Mark and I got him to talking about his training at the gym, and
the idea of wrestling.

This cheered him up quite a bit and made the drive home a lot more fun.  He
really warmed up to us during that car ride and we really enjoyed having
him there with us.  He was such a sweet boy and there was so much more too
him than being a simple sex object.  He was curious, playful and smart.
All attributes I'm sure my Dad saw and respected but for all his, my Dad
had made the mistake of becoming distracted by another boy.

One which surely would never love him the way Alex did and I hoped that
before the night was over, that he'd return home and to his senses.  What
can I say, despite being a loving Grandfather, my Dad was still a man and
horny pervert of a man at that.  So I couldn't blame him for thinking with
the wrong head at the the wrong time but you better believe, I was going to
make sure he realized the mistake he was making this day.

In the meantime, Mark and I would step up to the plate and lavish Alex in
all the love we could pour unto him.  This meant once we got home, the
three of us would gather in the living room and enjoy a quiet evening
together.  One in which, we would watch Christmas movies on TV, eat dinner,
and cuddle together on the couch well into the night.

It was during this, that he really become comfortable with us and before we
even realized it, he had placed a hand on each of our legs as he sat
snuggled between the two of us.  I wouldn't have thought anything of it, if
it hadn't been for him casually clawing at my inner thigh in the most
gentle of ways.  I felt his little fingers kneading the hairs on my leg and
glanced down to see him feeling me.

This was the moment, that things became, um, shall I say romantic?  I put
my arm on the back of the couch and tapped Mark on the shoulder to get his
attention and he turned to me.  Then I motioned with my eyes down towards
the boys' hands and he glanced down to see that Alex was actively feeling
his leg as well.

With our attention now solely on the boy between us, I asked very softly,
"You know we love you, right Alex?"

To which the boy replied, "I know.  I love you guys too."

Then Mark said, "We mean, we really love you."

To which the boy replied, "I know, I really love you too."

An that's when I placed my hand on his inside leg and felt my way right up
to his tiny cocklet.  He looked down at my traveling hand and before he
knew it, Mark hand joined me; An there were now two hands slowly feeling
him up.

"Ohhhhhhh, you really love me..."  He said softly and both Mark and I
smiled.

"That's right."  I said softly and used my free hand to brush the boys'
long blonde hair from his eyes.

He turned to me and smiled.  An that's when I knew he wasn't afraid of what
we were about to do.  In fact, I'd say he was almost relieved in some way;
That we were opening up to him in a new way.  Not only were we sharing our
love and home with him but now we were also willing to share our bodies.

He must have known this in the back of his mind and that's why he had
actually been the one to initiate the first contact between us.  Even
without thinking about it, he had let us know that he was going to be a
willing participant.  He continued to express his own willingness and
interest in taking things further by running his little hand up our legs,
much the way we had just done to him.

Feeling his soft little hand make it's way up my inner thigh, sent shivers
of pleasure throughout my body.  Naturally, this caused my cock to spring
to life and soon it was growing hard.  All three of us where naked by this
point of course and so all he had to do was look over and he would see the
effect he was having on us.

Then Mark put his arm around the boy and said, "We're gonna have a fun time
tonight.  Just the three of us.  You think you can handle that?"

The boy nodded and smiled.

"Yeah, if he can handle his Grandpa then he can handle us.  We're not mean
like Grandpa.  We just wanna feel good."  I said, "You help us feel good
and we'll help you feel good.  That's how we like to do it."

Hearing that, Alex seemed a bit fascinated by the idea and I could tell he
was more than ready to play with us.

Then Mark said, "Mmhmm, you said it.  You know what feels real good?
Having your dick sucked."

An without any hesitation what so ever, Alex took that as his cue to go
down on Mark.  I scooted over a little bit as to give him more room to move
around and I watched as he leaned right over into my Brother's lap.  An
Mark sat back to let him do his thing.  We knew that Alex had already done
his fair share of sucking.  So it came as no surprise that he took to
sucking Mark so easily.

However, what we didn't realize was how much the boy enjoyed sucking.  I
mean, he truly loved it and before either of knew what was happening he was
going down on my Brothers' 7" cut cock like a hungry animal.

"Mmmm!  Ohh fuck, look at him go.  Mmmmmmm."  Mark moaned as Alex's head
went to bobbing up and down in his lap.

"He really loves that big cock."  I said with a grin.

"You ain't kidding.  Mmmmm!  He's a little hoover."  Mark said as he
eagerly spread his legs more and made himself as easily accessible to the
boy as he could.

We both watched in amazement as the little guy began forcing himself to
take as much of Mark's shaft as he could without gagging.  It didn't take
much of that to make us realize that he wanted to be forced down on it.  So
Mark gave the boy what he wanted and put his hand on his head to begin
guiding him down hard on his cock.

That got Alex to choking and gagging but he didn't complain one bit.  He
just kept going back for more and Mark gladly let him feed on his big adult
member.

"Yeah, you suck that dick boy.  Suck it all up, you happy little cock
sucker."  Mark said in amazement.

Seeing the way those two were enjoying themselves, I happened to notice
that between the boys' legs there was a pretty tiny cocklet; That was
simply begging to be sucked and fondled.  So while they continued to do
their thing, I got down on my knees in front of Alex and moved in to suck
his tiny hairless package.

I spread his legs and took that sweet little thing in my mouth.  He tasted
wonderfully smooth on my tongue and I explored every inch of him from tip
to taint.  Having me pleasuring him like that, sent Alex into frantic loud
moaning but it was hard to hear, what with his mouth full of cock.

"Fuck yeah, bro.  Suck your Nephew's cocklet."  Mark said while watching me
give the boy head, "Show him how we take care of each other.  Yeah,
Mmmmmmm!  Keep the love in the family."

Hearing Mark moaning and praising our sex with such delight really turned
me on and made the whole experience feel incredibly natural and nurturing.
In that moment, all I wanted to do was make Alex feel good and in his own
way Mark was making him feel good too by giving him exactly what he wanted;
While at the same time the boy was making Mark feel good by sucking his
cock.  I guess you could say, that for the three of us we felt that we had
unexpectedly and effortlessly discovered our special way of bonding.

The longer this went on, the more and more comfortable we became with each
other and soon Alex had become like puddy in my hands.  I could spread,
lift and bend his kegs into any position I wanted in order to get his sexy
cocklet and boy butt to my lips.  I rimmed him, sucked him, and even
fingered his little boy pussy hole; All while he and Mark enjoyed some
intense cock-sucking.

Then at some point, Mark laid on his back on the couch and Alex was made to
suck him in the 69 position.  The boys' hairless butt was sticking up as he
straddled himself atop Mark on all fours.  That's when my Brother was able
to suck the boys' balls and cocklet, while leaving me to rim and finger his
tiny pink boy hole.

During this, I looked down at Mark and he looked up at me.  Our eyes met
and we shared a passionate kiss with Alex's hairless rear end mere inches
from our faces.

I think it was just as we were parting lips, that Mark said, "I think I
could fuck his little mouth all night."

An I said, "An pass up a shot at his perfect little hole?  I think not."

That's when my Brothers' eyes got really big around and I smiled down at
him.  We both knew what was coming next and I think even Alex knew or at
least expected it.  I gave the boy a pat on the butt and he lifted his head
to look back at me.  I motioned to him to turn his body around for us and
as he did, Mark placed his hands on his little hips to position him above
his waist.

Alex put his hands on Mark's hairy chest and I came around to the side of
the couch to help steady him as he was made to lower himself down upon the
slippery, wet cock he'd just been sucking.

"That's a good boy.  It's time to feed that other hungry hole of yours."
Mark said I reached behind the boy to guide my Brothers' cock to his
waiting hole.

I watched patiently as they made contact with one another and Alex began to
whimper as his hole was pried open by something much larger than my finger.
Mark's cock was solid as a rock by this point and between all the sucking
and rimming, both points of contact were good and wet.  That made entry
easier but no less painful for Alex; Who couldn't help but cry.

"You've got such a tight little boy pussy.  Mmmmmm!  No wonder you're your
Grandpas' favorite."  Mark said comfortingly as he looked up at the boy
being slowly impaled by his shaft.

That's when I reached over and brushed the long blonde hair from Alex's
eyes and said, "Nah, that's not why.  He's his Grandpas' favorite because
his Grandpa loves him more than anything in the world."

Hearing that from me, seemed to bring a smile to the boys' face and despite
him being in tears, that smile shined through brightly.

I smiled back at him, kissed his cheek and said, "You're family and we love
you.  An you mean the world to your Grandpa.  He loves you so much it
hurts."

An Mark softly chimed in to say, "An he's the only one who can hurt your
hole the way he does.  No one else will ever be able to match that, no
matter how much they try.  An trust me, I'm gonna try."

Now if you can believe it, that was Mark's way of redrawing the invisible
line in the sand.  You see, he was about to fuck the boy but he was also
informing him of the limits he was self-imposing.  Although, Mark said he
was going to try to hurt Alex, I can tell you, I've seen my Brother fuck
enough times to know that what was about to go down was not his hardest
fucking.  He had secretly decided to hold back on purpose, so that Alex
would believe that none of us would fuck him as hard as his Grandpa would.

Understanding this, I stood back and watched, while my Brother took the boy
to task and bounced him on his hard cock.  I loved seeing him in action and
it was rare to see him with a boy other than his own Son.  So you can
imagine how lucky I felt to be so close, while he made love to the boy on
our living room couch.

No, seriously.  That's what it was.  It wasn't rough at all but actually
very tender.  It might have been painful for Alex because he was taking a
big adult penis up his little boy hole but there was no forcefulness to
speak of in the way Mark was giving it to him.

It was so beautiful seeing him and Alex together, that I couldn't help but
put my arm around the boy and do my best to comfort him as he used his
tender young hole to please my Brother.  I caressed his sexy, firm little
stomach and kissed his neck, while he cried as Mark's shaft disappeared and
reappeared beneath him.

"You're so fucking talented.  Mmmm!  You're taking me so deep."  Mark said
as he made the boy ride him.

An between kisses and licks of his little body, I said, "He's a gymnast.
This is what he trains for."

I don't know if he agreed with me on that but Alex seemed to like the
praise.  He continued to cry all the while riding Mark's cock but by the
time it was over, I'm pretty sure he had learned a few things from us.  At
least, I hoped that he had.  After all, we were trying our best not only to
have sex with him but to help him realize his importance in our family.

The two of them must have fucked like that for nearly half an hour, before
Mark brought the ride to a stop with one final bounce and followed it up by
pumping a nice thick load of cum right up the boys' butt.

"Mmmmmm!  Fuck yeah!  Take my load, you sexy little thing you."  He said as
he bred the boy deep, before pulling Alex down to him and kissing him
softly.

The two of them cuddled like that for several minutes, allowing Alex enough
time to stop crying.

Once he appeared to have recovered from the ordeal, Mark said to him, "How
was that?  Did it hurt as bad as you thought it would?"

To which Alex whimpered, "Not real bad.  Not bad like Grandpa."

"See, I told you."  Mark said and put his arms around him.

They looked so at peace as they laid there cuddling together, that it
pretty much brought the sex to an end for the evening.  I still had a hard
on but I allowed it to subside on it's own and instead had a seat on the
floor beside them.  I don't know how long the three of us just hung out
together like that but I know that at some point, Alex started yawning.

That's when I carried him to his bed and tucked him.  However, before I
could leave the room he asked me for a special favor.  One that nearly
brought to a tear to my eye and left me filled with both pride and joy.
This was one sweet little boy and he had the biggest heart one could
imagine.  It took us a few minutes but by the time I'd brought him his
stuffed tiger and tucked him into bed for the night, I knew all was going
to be right in the world by morning.

An with that, I wished him goodnight, turned out the light and closed the
door.  Afterward, I returned to the living room; Where Mark had already
turned off the TV and was preparing for bed.  Only, we'd completely
forgotten about the sheets still being in the washing machine.  So once we
remembered, we headed to the laundry room to check on our bed sheets and
Mark's clothes.  They were still in the washer and just needed to be dried.
So Mark placed them in the dryer.  An that's when I gave his hairy ass a
playfully squeeze and he promptly presented it to me for a proper feel.

"Go ahead, baby."  He said, "Play with it all you want.  It's yours."

Seeing as the offer was being made, I gladly took it and ran my fingers
through his thick ass hair.  Feeling my Brothers' ass like that gave me
such pleasure that before I even realized it, I had gotten hard again.  Of
course, Mark had taken noticed of my unexpected arousal and very generously
bent himself over the dryer, presenting his ass to me for my further
enjoyment.

He looked back at me and said, "What you waiting for?  Put that thing up in
there."

"Yeah?  Dry?"  I asked.

He grinned and replied, "Ain't like it'd be the first time.  Besides,
you've been waiting your turn all night."

An of course he was tight.  Despite all the fun we'd had together with
Alex, I hadn't yet cum and I very much wanted to before the night was over.
Being the wonderful Brother and lover that he was, Mark knew this and was
making himself available for me to mount.

I moved in behind him, rubbed the head of my cock between his hairy ass
cheeks and he said to me, "Yeah, that's it.  Put your big dick in your
little Brothers' ass."

I tell you, he always knew the right words to say to really get me horned
up.  I pressed the head of my 8" cut cock to his asshole and forced my way
inside him.  It was a rough entry for sure but he took it like a champ.
With a few shutters, moans, and squirms he welcomed me inside him and I
quickly went to fucking him.

I was just starting to give it to him good, when we heard the front door
open, followed by the sound of my Dad and Jacob coming home.  We weren't
making much noise at all, so I don't know how on earth my Nephew knew where
to find us but he wandered into the laundry room and found us in mid fuck.

"Welcome home, baby."  Mark said and Jacob smiled from ear to ear.

"Hey boyfriends, make room for me!"  He said and rushed over to us.

He wasted no time in moving in behind me and put his arms around both Mark
and I.  He hugged us tight and planted a kiss on my lower back, right above
my ass crack.  Then he stuck out his tongue and licked his way right down
the middle.  I shivered and moaned as I felt him lick his way down between
my ass cheeks and all the way up under my ball sack.

You'd think he would have stopped there but no, he crawled up underneath
his Daddy and I continued his licking; Until he'd made it to the point of
our connection.  An that's where his tongue lapped at my shaft as I fucked
his Daddy's hot, hairy asshole.

Having his hot lips on the two of us was all it took to make me shoot my
load and without any warning, I flooded Mark's hole with a heavy load of
cum.

"Aaauuugghhmmmm!!!!!"  I groaned and buried my shaft in my Brother as deep
as it would go.

I don't think I'd even come down from my orgasm when I suddenly heard the
sound of heavy footsteps coming up the hallway and turned to see my Dad
walking by.  He walked right straight passed us without saying a word as he
headed for his room.  The sound of his footsteps were louder than usual and
I suspected that he wasn't in the best of moods for some reason.

That's when I asked Jacob what was up and he said, "Grandpa didn't get
any."

Somehow I just knew that was in reference to Olivier's Grandson and without
even thinking, I responded, "Serves him right."

Mark didn't say anything but I knew he agreed with me.  An I remember
quietly hoping in that moment, that my Dad would come to realize what he
had waiting for him, when he opened that bedroom door at the end of the
hallway.

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