Date: Thu, 15 Jun 2000 21:58:22 GMT
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "A Brewster Father's Day " (m/b, m/t, t/b, incest)

Caution/Welcome.  This is a story involving four brothers, two preteens and
two fourteen-year- olds, celebrating Father's Day with their dad.  It is a
nostalgic look at father/son bondage ah, I mean bonding, parental lust ah,
love, good old family fucking ah, family fun things that is.  Oh heck,
forget it nobody really reads these caution/welcome's anyway.  This story
is posted at free gay adult story sites for adult entertainment only.
Permission is not given to copy electronically nor in any other form for
the purpose of redistribution or posting at sites other than those
described here.  This is the fourteenth of the Brewster Boys special events
and myths series.  A special thanks to Gary whose comments last June
inspired this story.  Father's Day presents and comments can be sent to the
author, J.O. Dickingson, at authorsix@hotmail.com who suggests that for a
truly memorable Father's Day, watch your family's reaction when your dad
opens up your secret gift, the one in the pretty pink ribbon containing a
pack of rainbow coloured condoms and a gay greeting card from an anonymous
lover.

			  A Brewster Father's Day
			     Part One: Morning

     "You're really sure about this?" asked Brenda Brewster for the tenth
time in the past hour.
     "Mawwwmm, just go," replied her two oldest sons, the fourteen-year-old
twins Brent and Brett.
     "I just hate to see you boys by yourselves tomorrow."
     "That's okay, Mom, we'll be fine," insisted Brent.
     "Totally," agreed Brett.
     "Sh-, sh-, shertainly," stuttered ten year old Bobby, catching himself
before he swore.
     "Shertainly?" asked his father and his two oldest brothers.
     Twelve year old Benny didn't say anything.  The sight of a handsome,
dark-haired thirteen-year-old Puerto Rican boy standing in the next line
had given him an erection which he was trying desperately to hide.  It had
become an increasingly frequent problem for the junior high student.
Lately everything gave Benny an erection, not just hot looking boys, but
ice cream cones, fire hydrants, pencils, the word hard drive, and even
mashed potatoes.  Benny was on the verge of puberty and suffering.
     "Go, dear, we will be fine," encouraged her husband.  "It will be fun
spending the day with just the boys, trust me."
     "Yeah, Mom, trust him."
     "Oh yeah, Dad can be trusted."
     "Totally," agreed Brett.
     "Sh-, sh-, sure can," stuttered Bobby and his brothers giggled.
     Ever since Debra Parker, Brenda's younger sister from Texas, had
suggested that the two of them pay their father a surprise visit for
Father's day, the boys had been planning for this very special day with
their dad.  They loved their father very much, and wanted him to have a
Father's Day like he'd never had before to make up for the trouble they
kept seeming to cause him.  Not that any of it was their fault mind you.
They were just more lively and daring than most boys, and besides, they
could not really help that they had inherited his mischievousness.  Gramma
had often said that, and Grammas were always right.
     It was, after all, just youthful exuberance and curiosity.  Like it
was only natural that Benny would have doused Mr. Benson's dash hound's
nuts with paint thinner to see if it really did make a dog run faster than
a speeding bullet like he'd been told.  The twins had a very good reason
for the panties their mom had found in the back of their underwear drawer,
and Bobby had only been scratching his nose, not giving their elderly
neighbour Miss Pringle the finger when she reprimanded him for taking a
short cut through her flowerbed.  Besides, he did have to take a leak
badly, and the alternative would have been to water them, as he had
politely pointed out to her when she came to complain to his dad.  And, how
was he to have known pointing that out to her was wrong?  Adults were
always saying to tell the truth, and when a guy does, they get all upset.
Go figure.
     Anyway, they wanted so badly to show their dad how much they
appreciated how patient and understanding he was.  When their mom had read
them the letter she'd gotten from Aunt Debra in Texas, they'd begun
planning in earnest, figuring they could give their dad just as great a day
as they'd given their mom, who was still walking around with this huge grin
and commenting about how it had been the best Mother's Day ever.  The four
of them poured over the wizard book, which was not exactly the easiest
thing to read, hoping to find a spell to give their dad a dick the size of
an elephant, or that would let him cum a dozen times in one day, or never
go soft for twenty-four hours, but to their disappointment they could not
find anything even remotely close.  Of course part of their search was for
purely selfish reasons, those possibilities having appealed to the boys
themselves, but there was nothing wrong with that.
     Then their mom began to feel guilty about leaving them alone on that
special day, and for the past two weeks they had spent every day assuring
her that she should go.
  Even though the boys were not sure just what they would do on Father's
Day, they knew that whatever they came up with, it was going to be an all
guy thing, so their mom definitely had to be out of the picture.  It was
not until the jet liner took off into the air that the four boys breathed
easily.
     After her flight departed, and a stop at Tim Horton's for chocolate
coated cream filled donuts of course, the Brewster men returned home.
Their dad apologized for not being able to spend the rest of the day with
them, but his boss had given him some special projects to work on, along
with a nice raise and comments about what wonderful boys he had.  He
figured the boys had something to do with that, but he had no idea what,
and he figured it best not to probe too deeply.  Anyway, he wanted to get
his work finished off so he could spend all Sunday with his sons.  His four
boys assured him that was quite all right. They still had not figured out
what they were going to do, and were getting desperate.  The only detail
they had agreed upon so far was that whatever they did it was going to
involve sex somehow.
     Of course, being left on their own, they did become distracted while
looking for a birthday card they could email their dad from the net and
ended up on some hot sites, but that was not their fault either.  Their
dad's colleague, and at one time competitor, Gary Stewart, whom they had
befriended last Labour Day and who kept in touch with the boys by email as
he travelled around the world in his new job, had given them the urls to
some great sites on the net, and had even given them the passwords that
they needed to get inside.  Finally, as they got ready for bed, the boys
wrapped their presents, four ties which their mom had helped pick out.  The
ties were their usual gifts, and their father, now the third vice president
of Wecare Pet Supplies Limited, had plenty of need for new ties.  This year
though, the boys wanted to give their dad something extra special, and had
obtained several other things they had ordered specially from the Internet
which their mother did not know about.  It had been easy to create the cash
they needed by just using the wizard spell book they'd obtained last
Halloween.
     That night they could not fall asleep they were so excited, and they
twisted and turned and thought of a hundred marvellous and impossible
things they could do with their dad.  Barry, meanwhile, exhausted from his
day's work, slept the sleep of the pure and innocent, totally unaware of
the thoughts going on in his sons' minds.
     Bright and early Sunday morning, the boys tiptoed down to their
parents' bedroom and quietly entered.  They approached and surrounded the
bed, their young minds bubbling with ideas and their eyes sparkling with
anticipation.  The morning sun cast its rays through the bedroom window,
highlighting Barry Brewster's peacefully slumbering features with a golden
glow.  His dark brown hair, now tousled from sleep, was moderately long and
tastefully cut befitting a third vice president.  He was a very handsome
man who turned the head of many women, and a few men.  His cheeks and chin
were dark with the night's growth of beard, adding to his handsome features
as far as his sons were concerned, especially his two youngest boys who had
inherited his hair and eye colour.  His long lashes fluttered, and a
blissful smile revealed that he was having a pleasant dream.
     Cautiously pulling back the covers, the tent in his pajamas revealed
the cause of that smile and at least the nature of his dream.  His four
sons giggled at the sight of the tent, and the four conspirators nudged
each other and giggled even more.  It was difficult, but they quickly
stifled their giggles, not wishing to wake their father prematurely.  Their
father slept only in his pajamas bottoms, a pair of olive green Joe Boxer
cargo pants style cotton sleep pants with textured dobby-weave and a single
button fly. The boys thought he looked particularly cool in them.  They
carefully and slowly reached out and with a bit of tugging and nudging,
worked his stiff cock out of his fly.  They all gathered closer and
examined their father's huge penis.  Of course they had seen it soft many
times when they'd changed at the pool, and last month in various stages of
arousal, but this was the first time they'd been so close, and they took
full advantage of it.  They each felt their own dicks begin to swell as
they admired their dad's huge member.
     "Dad?  Dad?"
     "Mmmm," mumbled their father, slowly waking up from his most pleasant
and most erotic dream, a dream that had come out of those deep inner
desires that nobody knows, and nobody would reveal under pain of death.  It
certainly would have shocked his wife, and the straight friends and
colleagues of the forty-three-year-old executive to have discovered what
he'd been dreaming about.
     "Dad?" whispered ten-year-old Bobby, his sweet boy breath blowing into
his dad's mouth.
     "Look," whispered Benny, and the four boys observed Barry Brewster's
nine inch cock wave in the air in response.
     Bobby blew again, causing the thick man cock to wave more vigorously.
The boy brushed his silky smooth lips against his dad's, and the man
groaned as a droplet of pre-cum oozed out of his cock.  Slowly opening his
eyes, he stared into the sparkling hazel eyes of his young son.
Immediately waking, he glanced around at his four boys.
     "What's up boys?"
     "You," said Benny with a smile, and the boys giggled.
     It took Barry a moment to realize what his twelve-year-old son meant,
and several more moments to realize that his dick was hard, and sticking
out of his pajamas.  His first impulse was to reach down and tuck his
member back in his pajamas, but he knew that would not be that easy in its
condition, and besides, that was sort of like closing the barn door after
the horse had gotten out of the barn.  It was also giving his young sons
the message that a man's erection was something to be ashamed of and
hidden, a message he'd gotten as a boy and a message he did not want to
perpetuate.  He wanted his boys to have wholesome, positive attitudes about
sex, and had been meaning to have a talk with his two oldest boys for some
time now.  This seemed like a good time to begin.
     As he struggled with what to say, Barry Brewster had no way of
knowing, but his boys had developed those positive attitudes long ago, and
his deepest and most secret desires were about to be met.  Delighted that
their father had not covered up his cock, the four boys scrambled onto the
large bed.  "Happy Father's Day," they chorused.
     Brent, or perhaps it was Brett, even their father had difficulty
telling the fourteen-year-old twins apart, whispered in Barry's right ear,
his hot breath tickling Barry's sensitive lobes. "We've got a special day
planned for you, Dad."
     "A waaaaay special day," his identical counterpart whispered in
Barry's left ear, his soft, boyish face up close to Barry's and causing the
man's cock to twitch.
     "Yeah, Dad," Benny said with a grin.  "With Mom gone we got you to
ourselves for the whole day!"  With his spiked, dark brown hair, hazel
eyes, and high cheek bones, the ninety- pound boy was a youthful image of
his dad.  He'd had a recent little growth spurt, and now at twelve years
and seven months was standing at four foot ten.
     The four young boys all snuggling up to their father in their spring
pajamas, their warm bodies pressing against him, their hot little hands
casually and innocently resting on his hairy chest and his thighs, and
their sweet, fresh boy scent filling his lungs were having a stimulating
effect on their dad, something which the boys were quick to notice.  Their
young minds raced as they tried to think of how to take advantage of the
unexpected opportunity.
     "Hey, Dad, you're leaking!" Bobby observed, being the first to take
action.  The ten-year- old, a slightly younger, lighter and shorter copy of
his older brother, dipped the tip of his finger into the bead of pre-cum
oozing from the slit at the end of his father's erection and spread it
around the sensitive glans.  He was rewarded by still another droplet of
his father's natural lube.  Scooping it up with his finger, he brought it
to his lips and lapped it up with his extended tongue.  "Mmmm, mmm,
finger-lickin' good," he observed with an impish grin.
     "That will put hair on your balls," Benny teased.
     "Want a taste, you could use some," Bobby retorted, scooping up
another large droplet and proffering his finger to his brother.  His
brother had only recently begun to sprout a few fine dark brown hairs on
his pubes and as of yet, his testicles were as hairless as his sixty-nine
pound, four foot kid brother's.
     Benny engulfed his brother's finger with his fine, delicate lips and
sucked greedily at the offered treat.  Barry Brewster moaned as he felt
another droplet ooze out of his aching cock as he watched his two youngest
sons sharing his sweet droplet.  The sight of his two son's sampling his
pre-cum was straight out of his darkest dreams, dreams he found as erotic
as they were taboo.
     "Sorry, Dad, did you want some?" Bobby asked.  Scooping up another
droplet of his dad's clear lube he brushed the tip of his finger across his
father's lips, forcing them apart and smearing his father's juices over his
palate.  Another large droplet oozed out of Barry's slit.
     "Jason says you don't get hair by eating your stuff," observed Brett
as he scooped up the droplet and examined it before slipping it in his
mouth.  "He says you gotta rub it on where you want hair to grow."
     "That can't be true.  If it was then by now Bobby's tongue would be
covered with hair," observed his twin brother Brent, and he, Brett and
Benny giggled.  Like their younger brothers, the twins had also been
sprouting, but having inherited their mother's fine features and small
bones, the two blue-eyed blonds were still at the bottom end of the scale
for boys their age, weighing in at a hundred-and nine pounds and now
standing at five-foot-two.
     Bobby stuck his tongue out at his oldest brother while his father
tried to figure out just what Brent had meant by that.  Surely he didn't .
     "I think I see some hairs," said Benny, pretending to look closer.
     Turning so his dad could not see, the ten-year-old gave his brother
the finger.
     "If that's how you get hair, then Dad must have rubbed galleons on his
chest," observed Brett, and his three brothers giggled, distracting their
father's thoughts about his youngest son.
     "Grampa should rub his on his head," observed Benny and the four
brothers giggled even more.
     "Lots of guys say you can tell if someone jacks off because hair grows
between their fingers," observed Benny.
     "Joshua said his dad said if you do it you can go blind," added Bobby.
"Is that true, Dad?"
     Barry looked at each of his boys and thought back to the rumours he'd
heard as a boy, and the worry and the guilt and the sleepless nights that
had been the result.  He'd sworn back then that if he was ever a father
he'd tell his boys the truth so they would not go through the torment he
had gone through.  Like his plans to have a father-son talk with his two
oldest, he'd put that off, not knowing how to raise the topic with his
boys.  He realized now was his opportunity.
     "No, none of those things are true."
     "None of them?" Benny asked.  Of the four boys he was the authority on
sexual trivia, and was always eager to learn more.
     Barry slowly looked at each of his boys, took a deep breath, and
replied, "This seems like a good time for you boys to learn about the birds
and the bees."
     "Now?" asked Bobby, wrinkling up his nose.  "We goin' on a nature walk
now?"  His voice clearly indicated that was not high on his list of things
to do at the moment.
     "Awwww, Dad, not a hike first thing in the day," replied Brent and
Brett together.  The boys all loved their father, and they loved the
outdoors, but their father's little walks and talks had a way of extending
for hours.
     "No," smiled Barry, knowing how the boys felt.  "That is just a
euphemism"
     "Our whatism?"
     "Another way to say sex."
     "Cool," observed Bobby.  "So if you wanna do it with Mom, you ask her
if she wants to have a euphemism?"
     "No," replied Barry, trying hard not to laugh.  He tried to think of
an explanation but couldn't.
     "So, you want to tell us about how birds and bees euphemism?"
     "No," replied Barry, getting more flustered.  "What I mean was I
figured now is a good time to learn a bit about, well, you know, to learn
about sex."
     "Oh!  Way cool," said Bobby as he raised himself on his left arm, his
hazel eyes sparkling as they looked directly into his father's eyes.  "So,
like, whattaya wanna know, Dad?" he asked.
     The four boys giggled and Barry had to laugh as his sons looked at him
expectantly with wide grins and sparkling eyes.
     "Well, I'm not sure where to start this conversation."
     "I got a question," observed Brent.
     "Good," Barry said with relief.  "I mean, go ahead, ask it."
     "How come some guys got real big dicks, and some guys got little
ones?"
     "Genes," replied Barry, relieved that it was a question he had the
answer for, and that it was a topic that was not too embarrassing to
discuss.  He remembered his concerns about size when he'd been their age.
"How big a man's penis gets is determined by his genes, just like genes
determine the colour of your hair, and size of your nose, everything about
you."  He noticed his two oldest sons immediately frown.  He did not
understand why until Brent brushed back his long, blond tresses which he'd
inherited from his mother and which looked particularly erotic on him and
his brother as far as his father was concerned.  Barry quickly realized
what was on his mind, and that of his twin brother.  "The Brewster men," he
added quickly, "have always been well hung, so I'm guessing all you boys
will have large penises."  He immediately saw his two oldest boys brighten
with hope, and he smiled with pleasure at having been able to at least
alleviate those fears.  The Brewster men were well-hung, and he had no
doubt his boys would be also.
     "It must be awesome to have one as big as yours," Benny observed,
looking admiringly at his father's still stiff cock sticking out of the fly
of his pajamas.  Barry had forgotten that he was still erect, and still
exposed.  The attention to his privates caused him to begin generating pre-
cum again.
     "Oh yeah," agreed Bobby. "It would be wicked to have a cock as big as
yours!"
     "Yeah!  I'd love to have a cock as big as you, Dad," observed Brent.
     Barry knew he should make a comment about using the proper vocabulary,
but that did not seem the appropriate time.  Besides, he was finding the
boys' use of the vulgar terms particularly erotic.
     "You're making more of that clear stuff, Dad.  How you do that?" asked
Brett.
     "That is called pre-cum," Barry replied, this lesson being far more
demonstrative than he'd intended.  He was feeling awkward, but at the same
time making a lesson out of it did make his exposure acceptable, at least
partially anyway.  "It just flows when a man gets sexually aroused."
     "What is it for?"
     "Well, it's to make a man's penis slippery, to help a man, well, to
put his penis, well, in a woman."
     "When does a guy start to produce the real stuff, you know, the stuff
that makes a baby?"  asked Benny.
     "The age varies greatly.  I know boys are able to do it at a younger
and younger age these days.  I read in the newspaper of a boy as young as
ten being able to produce sperm."
     "Ten," said Bobby brightly, and Barry felt a strange chill down his
back as he thought of his youngest being able to produce sperm.
     "Well, that was the exception.  I think the average age is closer to
thirteen."
     "Thirteen?" groaned Benny.
     "Some boys I know don't do it until they are sixteen."
     "Sixteen, oh maaaaan!" groaned Benny even louder as he wrinkled up his
nose.
     "Don't worry," said Barry, remembering his own impatience when all his
friends were getting hairs and talking about cumming.  "You will begin
producing sperm in your own good time."
     "Joshua says it's wrong to make your stuff come, you know, by jacking
off."
     "He says guys who do that will go to hell.  That right, Dad?"
     "Well, if it was, heaven will be a very empty place," Barry replied,
and his four boys burst out in laughter.  "I read somewhere once that nine
out of ten guys have said they have done it at some time or another, and
the tenth is a liar."
     The boys all laughed harder, making their father feeling more
comfortable.  Now, if he could only get rid of the throbbing hardon
sticking out of his fly.
     "So, it's okay to do it?"
     "Of course."
     "Really?"
     "Yes, I did it often when I was a young boy like you boys, and I still
do it on occasion, if, well, if your Mom isn't, or well, doesn't ."
     "You're really leaking pre-cum, Dad," observed Bobby as he interrupted
his dad.
     "Ah, well, yes, this, ah conversation is very arousing."
     Bobby flicked a droplet up and popping his fingertip in his mouth, he
closed his eyes and savoured the unique treat.  The sight of the boy's
long, fine lashes fluttering as he licked his lips had another large
droplet ooze out of Barry's cock.
     "Hey, no fair, you've had more than your share," complained Benny as
he scooped up a droplet.
     "Hey, what about us?" asked the twins.  The touch of their fingers on
his knob caused Barry to leak still more.
     "Hey, we gotta let Dad have some too," observed Benny, scooping up a
droplet and offering his finger to his dad.  Barry opened his mouth and
accepted the offer of his own pre- cum, instantly producing another flow to
the delight of his sons.
     "Yeah, it's his pre-cum."
     "But it's so yummy," observed Bobby.  "I could eat it all morning."
     "Hey, we haven't made Dad his breakfast yet."
     "Oh yeah!"
     "You go ahead and snack on your pre-cum while we go make you your
breakfast, Dad."
     "Yeah, we got something extra special to make for ya."
     "So take it easy on eating your pre-cum, we don't want you filling up
and ruining your appetite."
     "Bet Dad's leaked a cupful all ready," observed Bobby as the boys got
off the bed and headed for the door.
     "Oh yeah, at least!" agreed Benny.
     With that the boys scooted out of the room, leaving Barry laying in
the bed flat on his back with his leaking erection protruding out of his
fly.  'Well,' he thought, 'that went rather well.'  He stroked himself a
few minutes, and dipping the tip of his finger in the latest droplet of
pre-cum, he sucked it off and savoured the unique taste.  He had not done
that since he was a boy, and those memories brought back many warm
feelings.  He finally tucked his stiff cock back in his pajamas.  Much more
messing around and he'd be shooting off a load.
     While Barry was regaining his composure and congratulating himself on
the success of his first father-sons talk, his four sons were busy in the
kitchen.  One thing they had managed to do in preparation for this day was
to find a recipe for oyster stuffed mushrooms.  They knew their dad loved
mushrooms, and Benny had read some time back in one of his father's porno
magazines about the effect of oysters on men, so they were particularly
excited to find the recipe.  Mind you, stuffing the mushroom caps was a lot
harder than it looked, but then like most things sons do for their dads, it
is the thought that counts, not the appearance of the final product.
     "Should we put some of that Spanish Fly stuff on it?" Bobby asked,
thinking back to their special breakfast preparation for their mom.
     "Naw, Dad don't need of that sort of stuff, he's always horny."
     "Yeah, the oysters I bet will be enough."
     "You know, mushrooms sort of look like a guy's dick."
     "They're the same size as Bobby's anyway."
     "Yeah, well fuck you."
     "Too bad we didn't have any the size of Dad's dick."
     "Yeah, they'd be a cinch to stuff.  These are fucking hard."
     "Wish we could stuff his foreskin with this stuff and eat it."
     "That would be awesome!"
     "Oh yeah!  Can you imagine what it would be like to suck his big cock
off."
     "How we gonna do that, guys?  We can't just make Dad do stuff like we
done with Henry, or the other guys."
     "Yeah, we can't force him."
     "I toldya we could use the wizard book."
     "Naw.  That's no fun making him do it cuz of a spell.  We want him to
wanna do it."
     "He does like guys."
     "Yeah.  The way he was looking at Henry in that maid's uniform you
could sure tell."
     "Maybe we should have gotten costumes."
     "Maybe," Brent and Brett said together, thinking of the time they'd
worn Cheryl's frilly panties.  Both began to get erect.  When their mom had
discovered the panties in their underwear drawer it was only Brett's quick
thinking and story that the panties were gifts from two girl friends that
had prevented their mom from throwing them out.  The feel of the panties
against their skin, and the way they looked in them, was awesome.
     "Anyway, he got those gay porno books under the bed, so we know he
likes guys."
     "But how can we let him know we'll do stuff with him?"
     "I dunno, but we better head back before Dad gets out of bed.
     "Yeah, we better get these stuffed mushrooms to him while they're
still hot."
     "And while Dad is still hot," said Brett, and he and his brothers
high-fived.
     Excited but dejected, the boys headed up the stairs.  None of them
were the type to plan extensively ahead of time, but they usually had at
least a glimmer of an idea as to what they were going to do.  They were
hopeful though things seemed to have a way of working out.
     "Well!  This is quite the breakfast!" Barry exclaimed, sitting up as
the boys gathered around him and placed the platter with the stuffed
mushrooms before him.  "I hope you plan on joining me."
     "Sure, we made enough for all of us."
     "Here, Dad," offered Brent, picking one of the mushrooms up, "try it."
     Barry opened his mouth and his young son popped the mushroom inside.
Despite the sloppy appearance, the treat was delicious, and he commended
the boys on their culinary skills.  Following his brother's lead, Brett
picked up another and offered it to his father while he took one himself.
     The oyster stuffed mushrooms, the boys feeding him and slipping their
fingers, buttered and dripping with thick white sauce, in his mouth, and
watching the four of them slipping the mushroom caps in their mouths and
sucking out the stuffing while the butter and white sauce dripped out of
the corners of their mouths and around their chins had the obvious effect
on Barry.  The boys were quick to notice and they nudged each other and
grinned knowingly, their young minds filling with hot visions and their own
pricks beginning to rise.  Things did have a way of working out.
     Licking off their fingers, which caused Barry's now stiff cock to once
again begin leaking pre-cum, they scooted out of the bedroom and quickly
returned with four beautifully wrapped gifts, clearly the work of their
mother.  Barry of course made a fuss about each tie, commenting on the
colour or the design, which after four years of the same gifts, he knew
each boy had laboured over, certain that his tie was the sharpest of them
all.  He was sure to let them know that each one had something special
about it, and knowing the boys meant well, he was sincere in his thanks.
     "So, Dad, about that sex stuff we was talking about," Brett began,
reintroducing the topic in the hopes they might find a way to have some
fun.
     "Ah, yes," Barry replied, having hoped that they'd had enough of that
topic for at least that day.
     "We'd like to learn more about it," observed Brent, taking his
brother's lead.
     "Well," Barry began uncomfortably, not knowing what to say as the boys
moved in closer.  "What exactly is on your mind?"
     The boys glanced at each other.
     "Well, for one, how come you had a boner when we came in first thing
this morning, Dad?" Bobby asked bluntly.
     "I was, ah, having a very vivid dream," his dad replied, shifting
uncomfortably.
     "Musta been way hot!" observed Brent.  "What was it about?"
     "Well, one of my fantasies I've had for a long time."
     "Fantasy?  What's that mean?" Bobby asked.
     "Well, sort of an imaginary thing, like a daydream."
     "Oh.  Like when the teacher is boring and you think about what you'd
rather be doing."
     "Right."
     "So what was your fantasy about?"
     "Well, it was something that's sort of personal.  Besides, you boys
are too young to understand."
     "Com'on, try us."
     "When you're older."
     "We can make you tell us," Brent said threateningly
     Barry looked at one son and then the other.  With wide grins and
sparkles in their eyes, the boys suddenly attacked.
     "No, boys," their father protested.  "Ahhhh, huh, ahuhhuh, boys,
please dohoho, ha, hahaha, ahhh, dohohon't, booooooys!"
     Barry twisted and turned as the four boys lightly ran their fingers
over their dad's ribs, knowing how ticklish he was.  He no sooner had
pushed one pair of hands away than three more pair attacked.  He howled
with laughter, trying to bounce the boys off the bed and to pin them down
with his body.
     "Aaahhahaha, allahah right, ahahahaha, all right!"  The boys stopped,
but were poised to continue.  "It's something that's called B and D."
     "All right!  I love playing Dungeons and Dragons!" exclaimed Brent.
"But daydreaming about dragons give you a bone?" he asked, wrinkling up his
fine nose.
     "That's D and D, brother," corrected his twin.
     "Oh yeah."
     "So how does thinking about bed and breakfast places make you hot?"
asked Brett.
     It took Barry a moment to realize what his son was thinking.  "That's
B and B," advised his father.
     "Yeah, you dough heads, dad's fantasy is about underwear," said Bobby.
     "Underwear?" his brothers asked.
     "Yeah.  You know, those white briefs Dad sometimes wears."
     "Oh, you mean BVD's," said their father, figuring out what his son was
referring to, and wondering just how his youngest son knew what types of
underwear he wore.
     "Oh.  So what does B and D mean?" asked Bobby.
     "Bondage and Domination."
     Barry and his three sons looked at Benny.
     "How did you know that?" asked Barry in surprise.
     "Ah, lucky guess?" Benny responded with a shrug as his hazel eyes
opened wide.
     "Oh yeah, Benny's great at guessing," said Brett quickly.
     "Yeah, if you got a guessing game, you want Benny on your side."
     "Yep, Benny's one great guesser," said Bobby.
     "The best," agreed Brent.
     "So, Dad, tell us more about your fantasy," urged Brett.
     "Yeah, sounds way cool," said Bobby.
     "Yeah, tell us, Dad," prodded Brent.
     "Well," began Barry, still wondering how his twelve-year-old son knew
about B and D, and not sure just how to explain his fantasy to the boys.
He did not believe in lying to his sons, but there were some things that
they just were not meant to know.  "I was dreaming I had been tied up by a
group of young boys."
     "Hey, we can make that real for ya!" said Bobby.
     "Oh yeah, we're great at tying up!"
     "We got our knots badges in scouts, remember?"
     Barry remembered very well.  They'd convinced their scout master to
let them practice on him one overnight camping trip and he'd been tied all
night.  Just what the scouts had done that night unsupervised nobody had
ever been able to find out.
     "What can we use?"
     "We got no ropes."
     "I know," said Benny, spotting the four ties on the night stand.
     "Awesome idea," agreed his three brothers as they followed his gaze.
     "Ah, boys . . . ," began their father as each boy grabbed a tie and
one of his limbs.  He put up a bit of a struggle, but not seriously.  Being
tied up by his boys was one of his fantasies, and this version was innocent
fun.  He soon found himself tied spread eagled to the bed with his four
new, colourful ties.
     "Now what?" asked Bobby.
     "Well, I've imagined the boys making me do things."
     "Like?"
     "Well, that's the difficult part to explain, things that you boys
wouldn't understand yet."
     "We can make you do things," said Brent.
     "Yeah, we can tickle you until you bark like a dog," observed Benny.
     "We can make you promise to double our allowance," suggested Brett,
fingers poised for tickling.
     "Yes, that's the idea," said Barry, glad he'd gotten out of what could
have been a difficult explanation.  "Excellent ideas."
     "Cool," the boys responded.
     "So," said Brent, "you gonna double our allowance or we have to tickle
you again?"
     "You know I can't double your allowance."
     The boys attacked, again sending their dad into throes of laughter.
As he bounced and jerked on the bed, pulling on his restraints and tossing
the boys off him like a bucking horse, he howled with laughter.  Landing on
his stomach and almost sliding off the bed, Bobby paused and then
announced, "Hey Dad, did you know there's a pile of magazines under here?"
     "Ahhh, well. . . ."
     "Magazines?" asked Brett, pretending to be surprised.  "Maybe we can
get some ideas what we can make Dad do out of them."
     "Ah, boys, no, I don't, ah boys!" began their dad as the boys withdrew
his collection of porn.  He turned a bright red as the boys spread them out
on the bed before he could stop them.
     "This won't do no good, its all about naked women," said Benny, a hint
of disgust in his voice.
     "Oh yuck!" responded Bobby, wrinkling up his nose.
     "Right," said Barry quickly.  "Why don't you boys just put them back?
You wouldn't be interested in any of them."
     "Like this one, 'Ten ways to satisfy your wife'," said Brent, reading
the magazine heading.
     "Hey here's one about guys," said Brett, pretending to be surprised
but knowing full well that their dad had some gay mags in his collection.
Barry's heart sank and he tried desperately to think of a way to stop the
boys without making them think his special collection was something wrong
or to be ashamed of.  It wasn't, for an adult at least he'd been raised
that such stuff was only for the eyes of adults.  He knew not everyone was
of that opinion today, including some psychologists.
     "Hey, Dad, what are erogenous zones?" asked Benny, reading from the
cover of one of the hetero magazines.
     "The spots that, well, that on a person, ah, make them feel very,
well, for a man that gets him aroused," Barry replied, hoping to stop the
boys from looking further, and yet uncertain if it was all that wrong.
     "Aroused?"
     "Ah, spots that give him an erection," Barry responded.  He knew that
the boys were interested in erections and hoped he might be able to
distract the boys from his porn collection.  "Really, those books won't
help you.  You better just put them back."
     "A guy has spots that gives him a boner?" asked Bobby, wrinkling his
nose.  "When I had spots I got itchy and had to stay home."
     "Ah, not those kind of spots," his father responded.
     "What type of spots then?"
     "Well, put those magazines down and I'll try to explain."  Barry
smiled as his boys did as he requested.  "It's hard to explain, but there
are certain places on the body that when they are touched a man gets
excited."
     "Excited?"
     "That make him want to have sex.  That make him, like I said, get an
erection."
     "Hey, we could do that!  We could touch Dad different places and see
which give him an erection," suggested Brett.
     "Yeah.  We could time how long each one takes to give him a boner,"
agreed Brent.
     "We could make a chart, and draw Dad's dick for each spot showing just
how big it got him," added Benny.
     "If we did the pics life size that's gonna take a hell of a pile of
paper," Bobby observed and the four brothers giggled.
     "We could make a poster showing the spots and what the effect of
touching each one was."
     "Like a science project!" observed Brett, the expert in math and
science.
     "Yeah!" chorused his three brothers.
     "Let's do it!  We can even use it for a science fair project next
year!" exclaimed Brett even more excitedly.
     "Yeah!" chorused the boys still louder.
     "So, what spot do we check first?"
     "Dads like to play with mom's boobs.  So lets try Dad's nips,"
suggested Brett, the quickest thinker of the boys.
     Barry looked at his teenage son.  How did he know that?  Brett did not
notice his dad's look.  He loved the sight of his dad's hairy chest and had
been wondering all morning how he could get a chance to feel it.
     "Let's do it!" shouted Brent before their dad had a chance to stop
them.
     "I'll get Dad's dick out," offered Bobby, having set his own
priorities that morning.
     As Barry felt his ten-year-old son's hot little fingers slip into the
fly of his pajamas and wrap around his limp dick, he could not believe how
erotic it was.  He immediately began to swell, and Bobby grinned up at him,
his hazel eyes sparkling brightly as he tightened his fingers about his
dad's growing cock.  Easing his dad's large but flaccid penis out of his
fly, Bobby reluctantly released it.  The four boys glanced down at it, and
then attacked the prone, helpless man, rubbing their hands over his chest,
running their fingers through his chest hair, and fingering his sensitive
nipples.  Of course Barry began to grow erect.
     "Hey, look, it's working!"
     "Way to go, Dad!"
     "Oh shit."
     "What's wrong?" the boys asked, looking at Benny.
     "We forgot to start timing."
     "Ahh, fuck!  Now we gotta wait for Dad to get soft again."
     "Hey, I got an idea!  Be right back!"
     Brett bounded out the room and was soon back with a big bowl of ice
cubes.
     "Whatcha gonna do with those?"
     "This," said Brett, picking up a cube and placing it against Barry's
knob.  Barry jerked and yipped.  "Sorry, Dad," Brett said, but from the
look on his face, he wasn't really.
     "Hey, way cool idea!"
     "Yeah, COOL," chortled Brent, and the boys all rolled over with
laughter.
     "Hey, let's take Dad's pajamas right off."
     "Yeah, we don't want them to get wet."
     Untying his ankles, the boys quickly slid Barry's cargo style pajamas
bottoms off and tied up their willing victim once more.  Barry could not
believe this was happening.  How many times had he fantasized about his
boys doing this?  Never in his wildest dreams had he ever imagined it would
come true.  Each of the boys grabbed an ice cube and while Brent and Bobby
applied the cubes to their dad's cock, Brett and Benny applied a cube to
each of his balls.  His huge nuts rolled in their sac and shrunk, much to
the amusement of the boys, and they each grabbed a second ice cube and
applied it to his genitals.  His organs were shrivelled up in no time.
     "Okay, now we gotta time him."
     "Ready, set, go!"
     Once again the boys attacked, and as they caressed his breasts and
nipples, they kept an eye on his cock.  Barry moaned, a long drawn out sigh
of ecstasy as one of the twins circled his right nipple with his finger
tip, drawing closer and closer to the nipple with each circuit.  His
counterpart was bestowing similar treatment on the left side of his body.
The two boys reached his protruding rose buds at the same time, and as they
rubbed them gently with their fingers, his dark brown nipples quickly
became erect.  Glancing at each other and smiling, the twins exchanged a
silent message, as twins often can, and the two boys stuck out their
tongues and struck Barry's irritated nipple with the moist tips.
     "Oh yeah, that's really getting Dad's dick to grow!"
     The twins fastened their mouths on their father's nipples and began to
suck, just as thirteen years ago they'd sucked together on their mom's
breasts.  Barry began to get erect even faster.  He could not believe this
was happening as the long, silky hair of his two teenage sons brushed
against his hairy chest and their mouths worked in unison on his erect
teats.
     "Okay, that took five minutes and eight seconds," Bobby announced as
he glanced over at their father's wristwatch.  "You sure do make a lot of
that pre-cum, Dad," the ten-year-old observed.  He bent over and licked up
the droplet that had appeared, causing Barry's cock to twitch and another
drop to appear at the tip.  Each of the boys took a turn sampling their
dad's clear nectar once again.
     "Only problem with this project is now we gotta wait for Dad to get
soft again."
     "Yeah, that could take ages."
     "We could use ice."
     "Oh yeah!"
     "That's going to take a fucking big bucket of ice," observed Bobby as
he eyed his father's stiff nine inches, and the boys laughed.  Although
shocked by his young son's language, Barry had to smile at his humour.
     "We could get it soft again a better way," announced Brett, the one
who usually did the thinking of the four boys if they were in a pinch.
     "How?"
     "Like this," Brett replied, and bending over so his long, blond curls
caressed the inside of Barry's thighs, he extended his tongue and gave
their dad's stiff cock a long lick from the base to the sticky tip.
     "Oh yeah!" agreed his brothers, and they descended on their dad's
crotch.
     While Brent and his twin brother licked their dad's towering dick, the
other two boys licked his hairy balls.  Barry knew they shouldn't be doing
it, but he could not say no.  This was his fantasy come true, and he never
had been one who felt incest prohibitions should apply to fathers and sons
any more than he'd thought that sex with teens and preteens should be
illegal if it was consensual.  Besides, he never could say no to his boys.
He certainly could not say no to what they were doing.  Two hot, moist
tongues lapping at his cock, running up and down its length and over his
sensitive glans, and two hot moist mouths sucking on his balls, what could
be hotter?
     It was not long before he was erupting.  As his thick, white cum fell
back and flowed down over his cock, his boys licked it up hungrily.  He was
particularly hot and had shot a copious load which quickly disappeared into
the boy's mouths.  Pausing and smiling at him with his cum coating their
rosy red lips, the four boys licked them off and then descended on his
throbbing cock for more.  They took turns slipping their smooth boy lips
about his knob and sucking to ensure they'd drained their dad of every last
drop of that delicious man cream.
     Satisfied that he could give them no more, the boys scrambled off the
bed and scooted off to their room.  They quickly returned, their arms
loaded with chart paper, lined paper, tag, construction paper, scissors,
tape and glue.  They settled down on the floor to begin their poster.
     "So how we gonna do this?"
     "Brent should do the printing.  He's the neatest."
     "And Brett can do the graph.  He's best at math."
     "And I'll draw Dad's dick," offered Bobby.
     "Because you like drawing dicks?" asked Benny.
     "Because I'm the best artist," replied Bobby.  "What are you going to
contribute?"
     "I'll do the border and stuff to make it fancy."
     "Oh yeah, like you did for the science fair last year.  The judges
said your display was the most appealing."
     "One of the judges felt Benny was the most appealing too," giggled
Bobby and they laughed as they thought back to the matronly judge who had
been quite taken by Benny's good looks.  So the boys settled down to work.
Of course writing and drawing what they had done got them all hot again in
no time.
     "So, Dad," said Bobby making no effort to hide the tent in his pajamas
as he stood up, "since we, well, made you feel good, do you think, well,
that you could, well, maybe make us feel good?"  He was wearing his new
two-piece blue polo pajamas with black cuffs and collar and No Rules
screen-print top.  It was impossible for his father not to notice the tent.
     Barry did not know how to respond.  He knew how he wanted to reply,
but he also knew that to do so would change their relationship forever.
Before he could decide, Bobby pushed down his pajamas bottoms and stepping
out of them, he stood there with his little three-inch bone sticking
straight out above his tiny, hairless nuts.  How could any man refuse a
sight like that?  Scrambling up onto the bed, he settled down with his
naked little butt pressing against his father's hairy chest, and he fed his
dad his stiff dick.  Barry readily took the little noodle in his mouth and
began to suck.  His other three sons looked up from what they were doing,
and returned to their work as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
     Barry sucked on the silky tube no bigger than his thumb, and ran his
tongue over the slight bulge of the uncut dick.  He felt it quiver and
heard his ten-year-old son inhale sharply with pleasure.  Barry sighed with
his own pleasure, and sucked eagerly on his young son's cock as he drew his
lips up the slender shaft and over the tiny bulb.  It barely extended half
way in his mouth and felt so small, yet it was as rock hard as any man's
cock.  He looked up at his young son's face.  His thin, ruby lips were
curled into a slight smile and his eyes were closed as the boy concentrated
on the pleasure rippling through his stiff cocklet.  The contrast between
his young, innocent face and the lascivious thoughts that had to be in his
mind, and the contrast between his little boycock and its sexual arousal
were so damn erotic.  It was just as erotic for Bobby to have his dad
sucking eagerly on his hot little boycock, and it was not long before the
ten-year-old was quivering and jerking with his dry orgasm.
     As Bobby got off his father's chest and returned to his brothers on
the floor, Benny was quick to take his place.  Pushing down his cotton
Skater design sleep pants, he scrambled up on the bed.  His little dick was
soft, but it only took a minute in his father's mouth for it to get hard.
Not only had the twelve-year-old been spurting in height and weight, but
his little cock had been growing too, much to his relief, and was now four
inches long.  He smiled down at his dad as his father slipped his mouth up
and down the length of his stiff boy dick.
     Barry sucked gently on his son's fleshy straw as he worked his lips up
and down its length.  Although an inch longer than his youngest son's, it
was still a boycock, sweet and slender.  He ran his tongue over the bulge
at the end, and licked the exposed tip of the boy's knob.  His foreskin was
still tight and remained pulled over most of the boy's glans.  The boy's
few, fine, curly hairs tickled Barry's upper lip and felt so silky.
     Before long Benny felt his swollen dick go numb like it always did
just before his dry orgasm, and he squirmed and sighed with the unique
pleasure as the tension in his groin built.  Unable to remain still, he
rocked back and forth on his dad's hairy chest, working his itching little
boy cock in and out of his father's mouth as he approached his climax.
Catching his dad unprepared, Benny drew back as his father was slipping his
mouth up his hot, slender cock, resulting in his little cock slipping right
out of Barry's mouth.  Benny desperately shoved his little prick forward as
Barry sucked the stiff tube back in his mouth.  Barry remembered back when
orgasms were so new and powerful, and he delighted in his son's exuberance.
Benny inhaled sharply and drew back again with the sudden throbbing release
of the tension between his legs, once again pulling his little dickie out
of his dad's mouth.
     "Ahhhh," he gasped as along with the familiar throbbing a burning
sensation shot up the core of his little cock, a sensation that until then
he'd associated with taking a pee.
     He stared down at his hot, throbbing cocklet as he erupted.  Thin,
juicy spurts throbbed out of his little dick and sprayed his dad's face.
Shot after delightful shot erupted out of the little, waving cocklet.
Runny, white juice splattered his father and oozed down over his cheeks.  A
large glob had stuck his nose and was slipping down over his upper lip.
Another had stuck him in the forehead, and still more was clinging to his
curly, dark brown hair.
     "Hey, Benny's cum!" exclaimed Brett.
     "Totally awesome!  Your first fucking time!" Brent said excitedly.
     "Fuckin' rad!" exclaimed Bobby.  "How's it feel?"
     "Totally wicked," the twelve-year-old replied with a deep sigh and a
wide grin.  "Oh fuck, that was so wild," he observed, his voice cracking
and dropping from his boyish tenor to several octaves lower.  He looked
down at his still stiff dick and the strand of juicy boy cum dangling from
the tip, and then up at his dad.  "Ahh geez, I'm sorry, Dad," he apologized
as he looked in dismay at his father's cum spattered face.
     "So this was your first time?" Barry asked, thinking back to his first
ejaculation.
     "Yeah," Benny said with a smile.
     "Well, I'm glad I could be a part of it."
     "Part of it?" observed Benny with a glint now in his hazel eyes.  "You
were more like the fuckin' target."
     The boys laughed and Barry had to also.  Benny impulsively bent
forward and kissed his dad on the lips.  It was a sweet, tender kiss, a
kiss of total and unrestrained love between a boy and his father.  As Benny
raised his head, a flim of his sticky cum coated his upper lip.  His little
red tongue slipped out and ran over his coated lip.  He sighed with
appreciation as he savoured the salty sweetness of his first cum.
     "There is nothing like the sweet taste of a boy's first cumshot,"
Barry observed as he licked his upper lip and savoured his son's fresh
juice.
     His four sons glanced at each other, and with bright smiles as if
they'd just been offered an ice cream on the hottest day of the year, they
leaped for their dad.  Four hot, moist tongues lapped at his face and four
smooth lips slurped up the gobs of sweet boy juice.  It was not long before
his face was wet, but clean.  Of course by the time they were done Barry
was erect again.
     "Oops, was that another one of those aero genius zones?" asked Bobby.
     "That's erogenous," corrected his father, "and I think it was more the
result of having you four boys licking my face and sampling your brother's
first cumshot than being an erogenous zone."
     "Well, it got me hard," observed Brent as he squeezed the projection
in his pajamas.  "And super horny."
     "You're always super horny, brother," observed his twin.
     "Yeah, well, look whose talking, or did you slip a crayon in your
pajamas, brother?"  Brent asked with a grin as he nodded toward the tent in
his twin brother's pajamas.
     "Looks like you two boys need some satisfaction too," Barry observed.
The two blond, barefoot, bare-chested boys stood there looking at their
dad, their curly, blond hair draped over their shoulders with half extended
down their backs and the rest curled down about their smooth, teenage
chests.  Their interest in basketball and physical exercise had resulted in
a bit of muscular tone in their otherwise boyish physiques.  Their teenage
beauty was accented by their sexy Fine Grey Stripe Calvin Klein sleep
pants.
     "Would you?" Brent asked hopefully.
     "You know I always treat you boys equally," Barry said with a grin.
     Brent quickly pushed down and stepped out of his pajamas, revealing
his blond bush and stiff dick which had grown another quarter of an inch
and now stood out at five and a quarter inches.  The sight of his naked,
aroused fourteen-year-old son caused Barry's stiff dick to twitch with
desire.
     Straddling his dad's chest, Brent placed his weight on his knees and
calves.  Shuffling forward, he pushed down on his stiff cock so it was
aimed at his dad's mouth, and Barry readily opened wide and went down on
his son's cock.  At fourteen, Brent was still very much boy, but he was
also more masculine and sensual than his two younger brothers.  It was not
just his added height and weight, or his bigger cock and curly bush of
blond hairs.  It was part of his whole being, from his deep blue eyes to
his oversized feet. The boy just exuded a raw sexuality like many teenage
boys do.
     Even his young cock seemed different. Whereas the dicks of his two
younger brothers had an innocence and asexuality about them, Brent's cock
was typically teenage, hard and proud, impatient, and with a tangy flavour
between salami and smoked ham.  Barry's mouth filled with saliva as he
worked his lips up and down the length of his boy's cock and sucked on it
eagerly.  His lips tightened about it and pushed the boy's foreskin back,
and then drew the skin back up over the boy's mushroom cap.  Barry trembled
with the awesome delight of sucking off his fourteen-year-old son.
     Brent was trembling too as his father expertly went down on his stiff,
hot cock.  He looked down lovingly at his father and watched as his mouth
slipped down his shaft and then slowly drew back.  He knew that there were
few sons who could claim their dad had given them a blow job, and he was
grateful that he was one of them.  What greater bond of love and
understanding can there be between a father and son than the sharing of
such a beautiful and rewarding experience as sex?  It was beautiful, and
rewarding, and he was soon gasping with his own climax as his creamy teen
load squirted down his father's throat.
     Brent no sooner scrambled off his father than Brett took his place.
His dad noticed the two boys were identical right down to their dangling
balls.  They had nice size sacks, just like all the Brewster men, and as
Barry took his last son's cock in his mouth and began to blow him, he knew
that those young balls were full of hot, teen cum.  It was not long before
he was discovering that even that delicious teen cream was identical to his
twin brother's.  By the time Brett crawled off his dad, his brothers were
finished their work on the poster.
     "So, what's next?"
     "How about Dad's ribs?"
     "Naw, that's where Dad's ticklish, not erogenish."
     The boys looked at each other, and with growing grins, turned as one
and looked at their dad.
     "No, boys," Barry said, knowing exactly what the boys were planning.
They had loved playing tickle with him when they were younger, but he had
not done that with them for a long time.  Besides, back then he was able to
gang up on the four little tikes.  Now they were much bigger, and he was
tied naked and spread eagled to the bed.
     "Tickle time!" the boys announced as they pounced.
     "Ahhhh!  Ohhhh, bohohohooooys, nohahanooohanoooo!" Barry screamed as
the boy's light fingers caressed and danced across his rips.  "Ahhhh,
ooofuuuuuahhhoahahahaha!  Oh bohohohoooys!"
     He strained against his ties, but the boys had done a good job.  They
continued their torture until his voice was raw and their fingers were
tired.
     "Guess you was right," said Brent.  "That is his ticklish zone."
     "Hey, we could do a tickle chart too!"
     "Awesome!"
     "Wicked!  We could compare the two!"
     "Yeah, we could call it 'A Study of a Man's Ticklish and Erogenish
Zones'."
     "Moaners and Boners," suggested Brett and the boys rolled on the floor
with laughter.
     "But what do we measure to see where he's the most ticklish?"
     "How loud he laughs."
     "How we gonna do that?"
     "We'll tape it."
     "And we can draw a graph, like you know, sound waves."
     "Great idea!"
     "And instead of a dick, Bobby can draw a tongue."
     "And the louder he laughs the more his tongue sticks out."
     "Shit."
     "What's the matter, Brett?"
     "We're gonna have to do his ribs all over again."
     "Oh, darn!" the boys observed. "Sorry Dad," they said with wide grins
as once again as one they turned to their dad.
     Brett quickly ran to their room and returned with their CD player.
Once more Barry's body was raked with laugher, and once again he strained
against his bonds and begged the boys to stop, this time all recorded on
tape.  Satisfied, the boys eagerly got to work on their project again.
     "That's a wicked tongue," observed Benny.
     "And a way cool sound wave," said Brent.
     "Thanks, your printing is going to really make this look so great."
     "Hey, what are you going to do with the camera, Benny?"
     Benny stepped up to the bed, and before Barry could react, he snapped
his picture with the Polaroid.  Taking the developed picture, Benny pasted
it in the middle of the poster.
     "Hey, that's a great idea, Benny," observed Brett.
     "Yeah, we can draw a line from each chart to where the zone is!"
     "Too bad the picture is of dad with a soft dick."
     "His is bigger soft than many guys hard," observed Benny.
     "Oh yeah!" his brothers agreed.
     "Anyway, we could take one when he is hard too," Benny suggested
eagerly.
     "Oh yeah, we'll have lots of chances to do that," his brothers all
agreed.
     Barry figured that was not a bad thing to look forward to.
     "So, where do we check next?"
     "What really gets me hot when I jack off is when I rub my thighs,"
observed Brent.
     "Oh yeah, me too," said Brett.
     "Where'd we put dad's wrist watch?"
     Barry could not believe the conversation his boys were having in front
of him.  He'd jacked off at their age, and he knew that almost every kid in
the world did, but he certainly did not talk about it in front of his dad,
and he doubted if many other boys did either.  His dad would certainly have
walloped his backside good if he had.  On the one hand he felt he should be
making some sort of comment about masturbation, but on the other, this was
how he'd always thought things should be, open and honest between him and
his boys.  He'd spent many guilty years himself as a boy, and he was proud
that his boys felt secure enough that they could talk so openly in front of
him.
     "Found the fucker," Bobby announced, discovering the wrist watch in
amongst the cut paper on the floor.
     With that the boys quickly scrambled onto the bed.  Four pair of hot,
smooth little hands began rubbing his thighs, two on the outside, two on
the inside, and then exchanging.  Their fingers were so light, and their
palms so hot.  He could not see too well spread out on his back as he was,
but he could feel very well, and not being able to see their hands actually
made their caresses all the more erotic.  As he felt one hand and then
another skip over the especially sensitive skin on the inside of his thighs
closest to his crotch, he trembled uncontrollably with the arousal and his
cock began to swell once more.
     "Oh wow, look!  Dad likes being stroked there too," said Brent.
     "Fuckin' awesome," said his twin brother.
     "Oh maaaaaaan, lookit his dick swell!" exclaimed Benny.
     "The fucker's starting to stand up already!" Bobby observed excitedly.
     "Oh wow!  Only four minutes and five seconds to get hard."
     "And it is hard," observed Bobby as he wrapped his warm hand about his
dad's thick monster.  Barry trembled with the touch of his youngest son's
hot hand.
     "And long enough for two hands," said Benny as he wrapped his hand
above Bobby's.
     "Fuck two, that monster is long enough for three," said Brent as he
wrapped his about his dad's knob.
     "Hey, if you guys would just use three fingers, I bet all of us could
wrap a hand about his dick."  The four boys tried Brett's suggestion,
overlapping their pinky finger over the index finger of the hand below.
     "Sort of like grabbing a bat to see who bats first," giggled Brent,
causing his brothers and dad to laugh.  Of course the boys were not content
to just squeeze their dad's dick.  They began to slide their hands up and
down his thick tool.  With their overlapping fingers, they easily worked as
one.
     "Did you really jack off when you was a kid, Dad?" Brent asked.
     "Yes, I did," Barry replied, seizing the opportunity to demonstrate
the honesty that he felt should occur when it came to talking about sex,
and seizing the opportunity for some sex education.  "There is nothing
wrong with masturbation, if you do it in moderation."
     "I'm only gonna do it until I need glasses," Bobby observed, and they
all giggled at the joke, including their dad.
     "In that case you should be going to see an optometrist any day now,"
observed Benny.
     "And by now you should be blind," Bobby retorted.
     "So, how often did you do it as a kid, Dad?"
     "Sometimes once a day, sometimes more.  It depended on how horny I
was.
  Actually, I still do it on occasion," he confessed.
     "You do?" the boys chorused, their eyes sparkling.  "Wicked."
     "No, it's not a bad thing."
     "Wicked means it is good, Dad."
     "It is?"
     "Yeah, its like, ah, you know, something really really good."
     "I see.  When I was your age we used to call something that was really
good groovy," Barry said with a smile.
     "Groovy?" asked Benny as his brothers giggled.  "You sure talked weird
when you was a teenager."
     "You sure got a groovy dick anyway," Brett observed, and he wasn't
trying to make Brownie points with his dad.
     "Oh yeah," agreed Brent.  "You really think ours will get as big as
yours?"
     "Well, mine is bigger than most men's," Barry warned, "But I haven't
seen a Brewster yet that had a small one."
     "Yeah?  You seen other Brewster men's dicks?"
     "A few."
     "Hard?"
     "A few."
     "Wow.  Whose?"
     "You seen grandpa's?"
     "Yes.  His is as large as mine," confessed Barry.  "I spied on him and
grandma once making love when I was around Bobby's age."
     "Wicked!"
     "It was," their father agreed, thinking of both definitions of the
word.
     "How about Uncle James?" Benny asked, referring to their supposedly
gay uncle.
     "Ah, well, of course.  We are brothers after all."  Barry squirmed as
his cock began to grow numb.
     "You gonna cum soon, Dad?"
     "Yes."
     "Wicked."
     "Yes, it will be," agreed Barry, glad that he'd gotten the boys' minds
off his older brother before they asked him questions about how he'd seen
James with an erection.  There were things that they had best not know
about their uncle.
     Of course not one of the boys had forgotten, and each stored the
conversation away for later reference.  At the moment they wanted to
concentrate on the hot tube that was throbbing in their hands.  As one the
four boys slowly worked their hands up and down their dad's stiff cock.
Having his hand closest to his father's now swollen balls, Bobby was the
first to feel the telltale throb.
     "Hey!"
     "It's ."
     "Cumin' ."
     "Now!"
     Barry's cum gushed out of his huge nine-inch dick like a geyser,
flying in the air and returning to run down over the four hot little hands
still grasping his throbbing cock.  It was just as awesome for his four
boys as it was for him, and his load was just as thick and copious as the
first.  The boys let their dad's thick cream flow over their fingers until
the geyser stopped.  Finally releasing his throbbing dick, as one they
raised their fingers to their mouths and extended their tongues.  More cum
oozed out of Barry's stiff cock as he watched his four boys lick his hot
load off their fingers.  Watching that creamy white goo being lapped up by
their tongues and disappearing into their mouths was so hot!  Even in his
wildest fantasy he had never imagined a scene like that.
     "Mmmm, finger licking good, Dad," observed Benny.
     "Oh yeah, better than KFC," observed Brent and the boys laughed.
     "Way fucking better," agreed Bobby.
     "Maybe you should package and sell it," observed Brett and they
laughed even harder.
     "Here, Dad, have some," offered Bobby, scooping up a dollop of the cum
that had oozed out of his dad's cock while they'd been licking off their
fingers and offering it to him.  Barry had eaten his own load many times
over the past thirty years, especially when he'd been a teenager and a
single man, and he eagerly took the offering.
     "So, Dad, you wanna show us how you done it as a boy?" asked Brent.
     "Yeah, you could do it on Brent and me at the same time," said Brett.
     "Sort of hard to do that," Barry said, tugging on his bonds.
     "Brent and Brett are sort of hard already," said Benny, and the boys
giggled.  The twins had become erect.
     Loosening Barry's ties so he could slip his hands out of the loops,
the twins lay down on either side of him and let their dad take their stiff
cocks in his fingers.  He slowly began to pump up and down on them,
recalling when he was a boy and his was their size.  Five-and-a-quarter
inches at the age of fourteen was nothing to be ashamed of.  Nor was the
fact that he was laying there jacking off his two teenage boys.  He thought
back thirty years ago when he'd been a horny young teenager, and how every
sexual experience was awesome.  Soon the boys were fountaining just like
their father had.  He squeezed their hot, throbbing bones tightly and
allowed their hot, juicy cum to flow over his fingers just as his cum had
flowed over theirs.  When they were done, he raised his hands to his lips
and licked off his fingers.  The two loads were identical in flavour, and
to tell the truth, he was not sure which boy was which.
     After eagerly downing their share of their brothers' cum, Bobby and
Benny lay down next.  Barry delighted in the feel of their short, slender
dicks.  Compared to wanking his own monster, the dicks of his two youngest
sons seemed so small and innocent.  That was the delight in jacking them
off, besides the obvious delight of making Benny come the second time.  He
announced when it was about to happen, and they all watched intently.  The
sight of his thin, juicy boy cum erupting out of his little four-inch cock
for only the second time in his life was so hot.  Being the fast thinker of
the four boys, Brett had grabbed the Polaroid so that Benny would have a
picture of his second ejaculation.  They all eagerly sampled his second
load also, and they were not disappointed in the taste.
     Totally exhausted, the five of them collapsed on the bed and just lay
there, enjoying the bliss that comes after ejaculation.  They lay there for
an hour, each lost in his own thoughts.
     "So what is the next aero rogenous zone to check out?" asked Bobby,
the first to recover.
     "Says here a belly button can be very arousing for some people," Benny
said, glancing at the magazine that had given them the idea.
     "Yeah?  What you do?  Stick your finger in it?" asked Bobby as he
proceeded to do just that to himself.  "Don't seem to do much."
     "It works better if you do it to someone else and they do it to you."
     "So what we supposed to do?" asked Brent, glancing at his
twelve-year-old brother.
     Benny read for a few more seconds.  "You tie Dad back up.  I'll be
right back!" he suddenly announced, putting the book down and dashing out
the door.  Barry did not put up any resistance.  For one there was little
he could do with two boys tackling each arm.  For another, he did not mind
this game the boys had devised.  Benny returned a few minutes later with
their paint sets.
     "We gonna paint Dad's belly button?" asked Bobby.
     "I heard of face painting, but not belly button painting," observed
Brent.
     "We should have Scott over for this experiment," commented Brett,
referring to the chubby grade five bully that they had all had occasion to
teach a lesson.  "He's got a huge belly button."
     "Belly button painting could be fun," observed Bobby wistfully.  "We
had a lot of fun face painting with Cousin Gordie."  The mention of their
cousin from Scotland brought back memories of the July Fourth he'd spent
with them and the trick they'd played on him painting pink lambdas on his
cheeks and "FAG" on his forehead.
     "We ain't gonna paint.  Just use our brushes," observed Benny.
     "Cool."
     The instant the first brush gently caressed Barry's belly button he
jerked, and as the four boys attacked, he could not hold back his laugher.
     "Hey, another tickle spot!" exclaimed Benny excitedly, and the boys
attacked with vigour.
     "Some one turn the tape recorder on!"
     For the next ten minutes the boys attacked their poor father who could
only lay there and chortle until his throat was raw.  The recording was
even louder than for his ribs.
     "That was way fun," observed Bobby, finally collapsing on the bed.
     "Oh yeah!" agreed Benny.
     "I worked up an appetite."
     "Me too."
     "You and Brent always got an appetite," observed the twins' youngest
brother.
     "So what would you like for lunch, Dad?"
     "Yeah, just name it.  This is your day."
     "Well . . .  how about KFC?" Barry suggested, knowing KFC was one of
his sons' favourites besides one of his own.
     "Oh yeah!" the boys chorused.
     "But if we do that we gotta untie Dad and get dressed any everything."
     "Yeah.  And we got lots of places on his body to check out yet," said
Benny, glancing at his dad evilly.
     "We don't need to untie Dad," Brett observed.
     "Then how we gonna have Kentucky Fried?"
     "Be right back!"