Date: Thu, 15 Jun 2000 21:58:22 GMT From: Dream Spinner Subject: "A Brewster Father's Day " (m/b, m/t, t/b, incest) Caution/Welcome. This is the second part of a three part story involving four brothers, two preteens and two fourteen-year-olds, celebrating Father's Day with their dad. The Brewster clan brings the day to a close with a wild climax like only the Brewster boys can. Don't forget, if you are enjoying this series, Father's Day presents, cash incentives and encouraging comments can be sent to the author, J.O. Dickingson, at authorsix@hotmail.com A Brewster Father's Day Part Two: Afternoon Picking up the kitchen phone, Brett called up the number. "Yo, Henrietta," he greeted cheerfully. "How ya hangin'?" "What do you want?" asked the seventeen-year-old on the other end sourly. "Hey, is that any way for a maid to talk to his ah, her employer?" "I'm not your friggin' maid," Henry whispered quietly. "Yeah, well, whatever. We need you to buy us a barrel of chicken, ah, fifteen naw, twenty pieces, and a family box of crispy fries, two naw, three large bottles of Pepsi, and a family size gravy." "You know what day this is?" "Of course. It's Father's Day." "So I'm spending it with my father." "Yeah? Cool. Put him on and I'll see if he wants a great picture of his son." "All right, I'll go get your friggin' meal." "If you get here in half an hour we'll even pay for it." The Brewster's doorbell rang in twenty-eight minutes. Pocketing the money he'd gotten from his dad, Benny generously gave Henry two twenties using the money they'd created using the wizard book, knowing that by the time Henry got home it would have dissolved. Having expected some prank from Benny or one of his brothers, Henry was surprised at the tip. Eager to get out of there and back home, he didn't even question why the twelve-year-old was stark naked. There were some things that were not explainable, and the Brewster brothers were one such thing. "There's our order," he announced, returning to the bedroom. "How did you do that? KFC doesn't deliver." "We got our own delivery service, Dad." Barry decided not to question the boys any further, figuring what he did not know would not hurt him. With his boys, he was finding that was becoming true more and more often. Untying his arms so he could sit up, the boys joined him on the bed. For the next fifteen minutes the only noise in the room was the satisfied munching and slurping of five very hungry naked Brewsters. "Best part of KFC is it's finger lickin' good," observed Brent. "Yeah, especially licking someone else's finger," said Brett as he grasped his brother's hand and slipped Brent's first two fingers in his mouth. "Oh yeah!" exclaimed Bobby. "Finger chain!" He immediately grabbed Benny's hand and Benny quickly grabbed his father's as Brent grabbed Bobby's. Barry glanced in surprise at his boys as each happily sucked on a brother's greasy fingers. Sitting cross-legged and naked on the bed, his limp penis dangling above his low- hanging sack, Brett sucked on Brent's fingers. Laying on his side with his limp boyhood laying innocently on his thigh, Brent concentrated on Bobby's fingers while Bobby snuggled up to Benny, resting his head on his brother's shoulder while he sucked on his fingers. Benny, meanwhile, had rested his head against his dad's hairy chest and was eagerly licking off each of his greasy fingers. The sight of his boys sprawled out there on his bed openly and innocently exposed like a Renaissance painting of a party of cherubs was so erotic! Reaching out for Brett's fingers and slipping his son's middle and index fingers in his mouth, Barry immediately felt a stirring between his legs. As he went down on his teenage son's fingers, he was immediately reminded of having the fourteen-year-old's dick in his mouth earlier that morning. That thought and the sight of his naked sons innocently sucking on each other's fingers as if it was the perfectly natural thing to do, caused his penis to begin to lift up, and being totally naked, there was nothing he could do to hide it. "Hey, Dad, your fingers an ero-whatchamacallit zone?" "No, but watching you boys sucking on each other's fingers is just as erotic as being touched somewhere sensitive." "Yeah? Cool." "You know what's even better than Kentucky Fried Chicken coated fingers?" asked Bobby with a mischievous gleam in his eyes that his brothers knew all very well. "What?" the three chorused eagerly. "KFC coated wiener," he said with a grin as he reached in the box. Pealing the skin off one of the remaining pieces of chicken, he immediately began rubbing Brent's dick with it. "Oh yeah!" his three brothers agreed, making a mad dash for some chicken skin and grabbing the first dick in front of them. "Ahh, boys," began Barry as he felt a greasy strip of skin slide over his growing cock. "Ah, I don't think boys, really ," he protested as he felt one of his sons wrap the skin around his now six-inch wiener and twist it. "Hey, that's not my wiener, that's my fucking balls," objected Bobby. "So?" replied Brett. "Haven't you heard of chicken balls?" "Oh yeah!" chorused the four boys as they grabbed each other's balls. "Boys, really, you should leave me out of this," Barry protested as he felt someone's hot, greasy fingers rolling his balls in their loose sack. "Dad's right," Brett observed. "He is?" his brothers asked in surprise. "Yeah, we're chickens, he isn't." "Maybe he's no chicken, but he sure got the eggs," Brent observed and his brothers giggled. "I'm going to need help with his humongous wiener," Benny observed. "I'll give you a hand!" his three brothers eagerly offered, and they high-fived their greasy fingers before attacking their father. With his legs spread wide and his backside to his father as he bent over to help his brothers, Brent left an opening Barry could not resist. Reaching into the bucket and finding the last piece of chicken, Barry tore off the skin and slipped his hand between his son's legs. Cupping his dangling testicles and penis, Barry wrapped the skin about them and began to twist his wrist. As he felt his son's cock swelling in his hand, his own cock completed its rise. Finally disentangling, the boys sat back and with giggles and snickers, fed each other and their father the chicken skins they'd been rubbing over each other's pricks, which now were sticking up stiffly and glistening above their greasy balls. They glanced at each other, and then at their dad's towering dick, and their eyes brightened as they all thought the same thing. "Daisy Chain!" shouted Brent. "I get Dad's dick!" they all shouted as they made a lunge for their father's cock. "Boys," Barry laughed, "you don't have to fight over it. There is enough there for all of you." "Oh fuck yeah," said Bobby. He snuggled down on the bed and sticking out his tongue, gave his dad's towering cock a hearty lick. His three brothers quickly joined him and propping himself up on his elbows, Barry lay there and watched. The boys eagerly licked his KFC- seasoned dick, and slipped their soft, silky boy lips over his coated balls and hungrily sucked on them. Their smooth, soft cheeks became coated with the grease as they nibbled and licked his nine-inch prong and nuzzled between his legs to suck on his nuts. As they progressed and his genitals became coated with their spittle, the grease on their cheeks began to become mixed with each other's drool. The heat of the boys' mouths on his nuts, their hot, moist tongues lapping at his twitching cock, and the sight of their smooth, downy cheeks streaked with spittle and grease as they attacked him was like nothing Barry could have ever imagined. With a mighty groan and a lunge of his hips, he fountained, his cream spurting up in the air and falling back on his cock where the boys lapped it up as it oozed down the shaft. "Mmmm, mmm," sighed Brett, his lips coated with his dad's sperm, "HFC!" "HFC?" his brothers asked. "Hot Father Cum," he said with a wide grin, and his brothers rolled over with laughter. Having finished with their father, they glanced at each other and for a tense moment there was total silence. "Brent!" called out his twin brother, and the three boys toppled their brother over on his back and attacked the glistening five-and-a-quarter inch teenage cock pointing up at the ceiling. His face flushed and his eyes glazed from his violent ejaculation, Barry watched his sons devouring their brother's coated genitals like three puppies after a bone. Their zeal and carefree innocence reminded him of when he was a kid and cock fun was nothing more than a game and an opportunity for plain, unabashed physical pleasure, and he wished he could be a kid again. He glanced over at his fourteen-year-old son spread out on his back beside him. Their eyes met and Barry broke into a wide grin at the silent invitation. He quickly slide down on the bed and nuzzled in between his sons like an overgrown puppy. Sticking out his tongue and running it up the length of his fourteen-year-old son's coated bone, he savoured the unique flavour of KFC and teenage cock. His mouth instantly filled with drool and he quickly licked his son's delicious, twitching cock again. When Brent came with a loud groan, his father lapped up his teenage cum just as eagerly as his three brothers. The four then turned on Bobby, and the ten-year-old happily spread his legs wide and let his father and brothers lick and suck him to a dry orgasm. By the time they started on Brett, Barry's cheeks were coated with grease, spittle and cum just like his sons. He licked at his boy's cock and slipped his spicy eggs in his mouth and sucked on them eagerly. For half an hour he was a kid again, unabashedly enjoying bringing off each of his sons just as thirty years ago he'd enjoyed messing around with his buddies. As he watched Benny's little, hairless nuts draw up to the base of his young cocklet and pump out the third load of his young life, Barry rejoiced with him. Scooping up a long streamer of his boy juice, he fed it to his twelve-year-old boy as if he was feeding him his first taste of honey fresh from the honeycomb. In a way, he was. Wet cheeked and with pounding hearts, they sprawled out on the bed and caught their breaths. Barry's conscience, the product of years of brainwashing and archaic moral teaching, tried to reason with him, and he knew he'd have to come to terms with it sooner or later, but for the moment, he chose later. Brett suddenly sat up. "Hey, we forgot to give Dad his presents!" "You already gave me the ties," Barry said. "In fact two are still tied around my ankles." "Naw, not those ones," Brett replied, "we got better ones." "Yeah, you just wait and see! They're fuckin' awesome!" announced Bobby as he too sat up, his eyes sparkling with eagerness. "Be right back," the boys said excitedly as they leaped to their feet and dashed out of the room. Barry marvelled at their energy. They never seemed to be able to stay still for more than five minutes. As he lay back, he wondered what was coming next. This was one unusual Father's Day! The boys came dashing back in no time and leaped on the bed, causing it to creak ominously. Barry slowly sat up and glanced at the circle of naked boys, each holding his present and looking at him expectantly. Barry recalled the first time he'd boughten gifts for his parents without any help, and how proud he'd felt the moment he'd presented them, and how frightened he was that they might not like his choice. From the appearance of the gifts, the boys evidently had wrapped these themselves also, and he had a good idea just how excited and how apprehensive they were feeling. Spotting the empty Pepsi bottle on the bed, Barry picked it up and spun it. It was an old trick he'd used at the boys' birthday parties to decide who would present their gift first so the host did not have to be concerned about offending someone by picking one guest over another. The bottle ended up pointing at Benny. "You're gonna love this one," said Benny, handing him a small rectangular present. It had so much tape around it that it took Barry a good five minutes to get it open. Despite everything they had done that day, the twelve pack of ribbed condoms was the last thing he expected from his twelve-year-old son. He stared at it, not having a clue what to say. "Bet Mom'll really like those," observed Brent. "Oh, yeah," agreed Benny. "They feel awesome inside you." "They do?" asked Barry and his three sons with surprise. "Ah, I mean, I bet they would feel good inside you, if you were a woman that is. You know, with those bumps and stuff, they got to feel awesome." "Oh yeah, I bet they would," agreed Brent. "Oh yeah, good guess, Benny," said Brett in support. "Told ya Benny was a good guesser," added Bobby. "Com'on, spin again, Dad." "Yeah, com'on, Dad." As Barry slowly spun the bottle, he thought about Benny's comment, and wondered if the boy didn't really know more than he was letting on. As soon as the thought entered his mind he reprimanded himself the boy was only twelve for heaven's sake. It had to have been a guess. As the bottle began to slow down, he wondered now, with more than just a little trepidation, just what presents his other three sons had. Brent handed him a long, tubular package and watched his father with eager anticipation as he slowly struggled with the tape. "Com'on, open it up," Brent urged as Barry stared at the carton. "Yeah, com'on, Dad," urged his other three sons. Barry slowly opened the end of the container and removed the present. "Awesome, huh?" Brent asked. "Yeah, really," replied Barry, not knowing what else he could say as he stared at the flesh-coloured, seven-inch anal dildo. "Its got a convenient five-inch handle for maximum control of orgasmic thrusts," observed Brent, reading from the box. "And it's made out of flexible, supple latex." "Backdoor Buddy, that's funny," giggled Bobby, reading the title on the box. "You can share it with Mom," Brent continued reading as if making a sales pitch. "It says right here, 'man's best butt-buddy, and women too'." "Bet Mom'll like it," observed Bobby. "Oh yeah, it feels . . . ah, that is, I bet it feels, ah," said Benny in a fluster. "What's this mean, contoured for delicious rectal stimulation?" asked Brett, reading from the paper that had fallen out of the box in an attempt to cover for his brother. "You want to demonstrate it for us, Dad?" Brent asked, also quickly coming to his brother's aid. "Oh yeah, show us how to use it, Dad," urged Bobby, in part to add his support but also because he eager to see how it was used. "It would be wicked to see it stuck up your asshole!" "Ah, well, not now," Barry said, turning a bright red as he grabbed the paper from Brett's hand and stuck the dildo back in the box. "I should really open your other gifts." Considering the boys' first two gifts, that was the last thing he wanted to do. Well, actually, the second last thing. The last thing he wanted to do was demonstrate the dildo for his sons. Barry tried not to show his apprehension as he took Brett's gift, nor his embarrassment as his sons urged him to show them the contents of the box, a silicone masturbator called the Deep Throater. "Just perfect, huh, Dad?" he asked. "Ah, perfect?" "You said you sometimes still masturbate. Now you can really have a good time." "Ah, yeah," Barry replied hesitantly. "Just listen to this," Brett said, reading from the box, "this super-stretchy purple silicone sleeve opens up to swallow your throbbing member whole. Its moulded lips and tongue and hundreds of internal ticklers provide added pleasure!" Expecting a comment, they all looked at Benny. "What?" he asked, looking back at them innocently. "Now when your meeting at the office is boring, you can slip that on and really have a good time," observed Bobby. "That would be wicked," agreed his brothers with a chuckle, and their father had to agree. Bobby handed his dad his gift, by which time his father was prepared for anything. Even so, the gift of three tubes of flavoured lube from his youngest son did come as a surprise. "I got ya three different flavours, Dad," he announced proudly. "Cherry, passion fruit, and Strawberry." "Awesome," observed his brothers. "Yeah," Bobby said with a grin. "After a hot fuck you can have a tasty snack. Cool, huh?" Barry was speechless as he stared at the three tubes of Hot Motion Lotion. "And this is from all of us," announced Brent, handing his dad a large box. To Barry's surprise, it was a giant box of assorted chocolates. He opened it up and they all eagerly sampled several. "So, you like our special presents?" Bobby asked. "Ah, well, those really are special gifts," Barry said, trying to find the right words to say what he wanted to say. "Where did you ever find them? And what made you think of such things?" The three boys all turned to Brett, the one who usually managed to get them out of awkward situations like that one. "Ah, well, we, ah ," he stumbled. "Heard some guys talking at school," Benny said, using a standard excuse of his. "Yeah, high school guys," said Brett quickly. "Yeah, way old guys," added Bobby, eager to help. His brothers all looked at him. "Well, old for me," Bobby observed. "Anyway, they was talking about this stuff and it sounded sortta cool and we sortta thought you might like it." "Yeah, on account we know you like sex and stuff," Bobby explained. "Well, we figured you do," quickly added Benny, "being so, well, so . . . " He desperately glanced at his brothers for help. "Sexy," suggested Brent. "Macho," said Brett. "Yeah, you're real that," said Bobby, not having a clue what it meant. "So, we gonna continue our project or what?" asked Benny, hoping to steer the conversation away from the present topic. "Oh yeah!" his three brothers shouted with exceptional eagerness. "So what's another one of those zone things?" Benny asked. "Where'd we put that magazine?" "I didn't have it last," Bobby said defensively. "Here it is," Brent announced, retrieving it from the floor. Finding the article again, he quickly glanced through it. "It says here one is a person's anus." "Oh yeah," said Benny with a sigh, "a guy's anus is rea, rea ah, really? A guy's anus? Wow, who'd think that? Wow, I'd never have guessed that!" "Hey, Brent. Looks like Dad gets to use your present first," observed Bobby, a combination of eagerness and delight in his young voice. "Naw, that's for a guy's rectum, not his anus." "Oh," said Bobby with disappointment. "So, how are we supposed to do it then?" "This way," said Brent, showing the boys the picture, and they all giggled and glanced over at their dad. "What the fuck is that thing he's holding against his bumhole?" asked Bobby. "It says it's a vibrator." "What's that?" "Something that vibrates, dough head." "We don't have nothing like that." "Yes we do," said Brett with a grin. "You guys tie up Dad and I'll be right back!" "Ah, boys, you know maybe this project isn't such a good idea," Barry began as his three sons approached the bed. "You know, it's getting a bit complicated," he continued as they had him lay back and retied his wrists. "Really, boys, you know when it comes to your science fair projects I'm always behind you . . .," he continued as the boys untied the ties at the foot of the bed. They raised his butt in the air by raising his legs over his head and tying his ankles to the headboard. "Now your behind's in front of us," Bobby observed and his two brothers giggled. Brett returned at that moment, carrying his father's electric toothbrush, a Braun oral b, with a circular brush head that rotated at a remarkably high rate of speed when turned on. Brent and Benny pulled apart their dad's ass cheeks, revealing and stretching open his anal sphincter. Kneeling behind his father, Brett pressed the fully charged electric brush against his father's exposed anus. "Ah, boys, I don't think that's such a good ." Barry was abruptly interrupted as Brett turned on the electric toothbrush and the stiff bristles began to rapidly whirr against his anal pucker. The thrill it sent through his anus went right up to his cock, causing it to begin to swell immediately. "Hey, its working already!" "Who's got the watch?" "Oh fuck, I forgot we got to time this." "Hey turn that off til we find the fucking watch." "I got it." "Great." Barry tugged against his bonds as hard as he could, pulling with the desperation of a tortured man. The stiff bristles of the brush head whirled round and round, sending shivers up his sensitive butthole, which in turn caused his dick to begin to swell. It was an awesome feeling having the circular brush, no larger than the nail of his pinky whirring against anus, and when Brett pressed forward and slipped it into his anus, he flexed his muscles in a desperate attempt to draw away from the rapidly spinning intruder. "Hey, Dad's getting hard even faster than when we messed around with his tits and his thighs." "Awesome!" "Here, you try," Brett offered, handing the brush to one of his brothers. "Lookit his dick grow!" "Rising up in the air like the bean stock from Jack's magic beans," Benny observed and his three brothers giggled over the idea. "Well, Dad's sure got a cock the size of a giant," observed Bobby and his three brothers all readily agreed. Barry pulled even harder on his bonds as the brush switched hands again, but all he did was tighten the knots. The brush whirred against his sensitive hole relentlessly and the erotic sensation rippling through his anus resulted in a pleasure not unlike that which accompanies defecation. Barry opened and closed his anal muscle as the electric brush played over it and Brent giggled and observed that his dad was winking at him, causing his brothers to giggle with the idea and causing the fourteen-year-old boy to play the brush over his father's butthole erratically. He turned their instrument of torture over to his youngest brother, who brought his dad to full erection. "Wow, that's the fastest yet!" "Next errygenous zone we try should be Dad's gums," suggested Bobby. "Using his electric brush?" "Course," Bobby giggled. "Ewwww," responded his brothers together and they all broke out into hysterical giggles. "You really liked having your bumhole brushed, huh Dad?" asked Benny curiously. "I got something better than a toothbrush to rub it with," said Brent, looking down at his bound dad with a smile as he squeezed his hard dick. Stimulating his dad's hairy pucker with the toothbrush and watching his humongous dick grow had given the teenager a boner. "And it comes with something better than toothpaste," said Brett, and the four brothers laughed and high fived. "Well, three of us," observed Brent, and Benny grinned proudly now he was included with them. "That's cuz Bobby's is more like the size of a tooth pick than a toothbrush," observed Brett. The boys laughed as Bobby made a face at them. Kneeling behind his father, Brett pressed the tip of his young stiff cock against his father's ass. Feeling his hot knob pressing against his butthole, Barry readily opened up to him. His irritated anus was itching to have something inside it, and the thought of a teenage cock slipping inside him, not just any teenage cock but his own son's, was so erotic he ached to be penetrated. He thought back to when he had been that age and had experimented with anal sex, and how wonderful it had been to sink his cock in the hot, moist cavity of his buddy, and how awesome it had been feeling his buddy's cock stuffing him. Now with his years of experience, he opened his anus and pushed out with his stomach muscles, making his son's penetration almost effortless. As Brett worked his hips to and fro, Barry lay there with a mixture of emotions. He was being fucked by his son, and not only that, the boy was only fourteen, a grade nine student! One of his favourite masturbatory fantasies was being bound and raped by a young teenager, and he had in fact imagined that teenager being one of his boys on more than one occasion. It had been a particularly hot fantasy of his, and he never failed to blow a tremendous wad. One reason it was so hot was that it was one of society's biggest taboos, a double whammy in fact, pedophilia and incest combined. Another reason it had been so hot was because it was total fantasy, something that he thought would never happen. So, to be laying there on his bed, totally naked with his arms spread and tied to the headboard and his legs raised above his head and his ankles tied to his wrists, with his Father's Day present ties none the less, while his naked fourteen-year-old son fucked his ass was his wildest dream come true. He could not believe it was happening, and he could not believe how incredibly horny he felt. To be perfectly honest, he felt hotter that moment than he had on his wedding night. His mind tried to tell him that what was happening was wrong, but his body kept insisting that it was wonderful, and a voice kept reminding him that it was wrong only because ignorant and limited minds said it was so. That was the same voice that had among other things urged him to go ahead and jack off when he'd been a teenager, to experiment with his buddies, to have sex with a girl even though they were not married, and to remember to treat his boys more openly than when he'd been their age. So far the voice had never been wrong. He could not tell his son to stop, nor tell him what they were doing was wrong. He'd be a hypocrite, because deep down inside he did not want to stop and he did not believe it was wrong. He hadn't felt it was wrong when he and his brother James had done this, so why should he now with his son? Brett's heavy breathing interrupted his thoughts, and as he looked up between his raised legs at his fourteen-year-old son humping his ass, his long, blond hair swaying to and fro in the air as he worked his hips back and forth, his rosy lips parted and his eyes closed in pure pleasure, all doubt disappeared. Anything that brought a boy such pleasure had to be right, and there was no doubt of his son's pleasure. He studied Brett's face as he felt the boy's young, five-inch cock working in and out of his body. His pleasure was so intense. The trim, hundred-and-nine pound youth threw back his head and clenched his eyes as he thrust his hips forward, and Barry knew the whimper of sweet-pain was because the boy was climaxing. His fourteen-year-old son was shooting his seed deep inside his body. A pendant of pre-cum hung from Barry's swinging cock. Brett was quickly followed by his twin brother, who used his dad's pre-cum for lube. This time Barry gave the blond teenager humping his ass his fullest attention, delighting in the youth's flushed, downy cheeks, in the way his long, blond eyelashes fluttered as he concentrated on the pleasure pulsating through his young stiff cock, and on the way his rosy lips parted as he sighed with pleasure as he worked his cock in and out of his dad's asshole. Youth had no difficulty displaying emotion, and the boy's openness and evident delight was refreshing. Squeezing and relaxing his anal muscles in time with the boy's thrusts and withdraws, Barry was delighted to see the boy smile in recognition that his dad was working with him. It was not something you would ever read in a parenting book, but there could be no more intimate bonding than that. As the boy deposited his teenage seed with his twin brother's, Barry quivered and groaned with just as much ecstasy and more pre-cum oozed out of his cock. "So, you enjoying this, Dad?" asked Benny as he appeared above his dad. "Oh yeah," replied Barry as he looked up at the flushed, excited face of the twelve-year- old, his hazel eyes sparkling with eagerness and sexual arousal. "It's wicked." Benny's face broke into a wide, toothy grin as only a boy's face can. "You're so fucking cool, Dad," he said with all the sincerity and love that a twelve-year- old can. Like his brother, Benny flicked up the pre-cum dripping from his dad's dick and smeared it over his dickhead. He had no difficulty easing his four-inch bone into his father's rectum, and as he began to ease it in and out of his father, he saw his dad smile and he knew that even though he was not as big as his older brothers, he was bringing his dad pleasure, and that gave him an even greater pleasure than the tingling sensation between his legs was bringing him. All boys want to please their dad if they truly love him, and what greater pleasure can a boy give than this ultimate expression of love between two males. Of course this was not the first time he'd fucked ass, but it was the best time. As he worked his little cocklet in and out of his dad's hot, moist chamber, he felt his dad's asshole grasping and releasing his cock in time with his movements. When some of the guys he and his brother's had forced into having sex with them had done that he knew it was a purely physical response, but with his dad he knew he was doing it on purpose. That was so wicked he was shooting his young cum up his father's hole far sooner than he would normally have come. "You having a good Father's Day so far, Dad?" asked Bobby as he grinned down at his bound, naked father. "The best," Barry replied, smiling up at his youngest boy in a lustful daze. "Fuckin' cool," Bobby replied, and the vulgarity uttered by his sweet boy lips and the look of pure lust in his sparkling eyes, contrasting with the innocence of the ten-year-old's cherubic face, caused Barry's cock to twitch. "I love the way your monster cock wags its head," the smooth-cheeked youngster said admiringly, causing his father's heart to melt and his cock to twitch. As Barry felt the slender, three-inch cocklet ease into his rectum, the forty-three-year-old became a kid again, enjoying the pure excitement of having sex for no other reason than the fact that he was having sex. He recalled the wonder and immense pleasure of having a stiff cock when he was a prepubescent boy and young teenager, and the delightful hours he and his buddies had spent comparing sizes and functioning and exploring the mysteries of sex. The pleasure of being a boy and having a cock is not something that can ever be explained to someone of the opposite sex, and is something that bonds all men together. Bobby was delighting in being a boy and having a cock at that very moment, and those were joys he'd known now for several years, thanks to his older brothers. To the ten-year-old, sharing that mystery and delight with a buddy or with his forty-three-year-old father was all the same. It was not long before the young boy began to tremble with his climax, and the thought of such a young boy knowing and enjoying the pleasure of orgasm brought Barry over the edge. He sighed with pleasure as his huge, thick cock jerked wildly and his man seed erupted out of the opening. It flew in all directions as his throbbing cock waved in the air, spattering his naked body with ropes of thick, white cum, his fourth load of the day. "Way to fucking go, Dad!" exclaimed Benny. "Yeah," agreed his two older brothers. "You fucked the cum out of him, Bobby," Brett observed, and the three watching brothers giggled. Bobby just grinned with pride and satisfaction as he drew his little cocklet out of his dad's ass. The boys untied his ankles so he could lay flat on his back. "Now we know how you got such a hairy chest and stomach," Brett said with a wide grin as he ran a finger through the gob of cum clinging to his dad's thick chest hair. "But what I don't get, is how you were able to get such a hairy butt," Bobby observed as he spread out the streamer across his dad's stomach, and they all laughed, including Barry. "Here, Bobby, to speed up yours," said Benny as he scooped up a gob of his dad's cum and spread it over his youngest brother's warm, naked backside. Bobby responded by scooping up another glob and with a quick motion, smeared it over his brother's upper lip. "You always said you thought you'd look cool with a moustache." Barry smiled with blissful content as he watched his boys playing with his cum as most fathers would watch their boys splashing about in a swimming pool. It was a strange but wonderful feeling. They snuggled up around him, faces, chests, pubes, naked butts and fingers sticky with their dad's cum. "So what should we do next?" "I dunno, what do you want to do, Dad? This is your day." "Well," said Barry with an amused grin, "actually when I went to bed last night I was thinking we might go to the zoo, not spend the day, well, doing what we've been doing." "The zoo would be awesome!" "Oh yeah, wicked." "We can still go can't we?" Bobby asked excitedly. "Of course," Barry said with a grin. How the boys could jump from a hot B and D session to a trip to the zoo in seconds and see both with the same enthusiasm was the charm of being young. Everything was exciting and fun, and it made Barry feel young too. In thinking about the things he and the boys could do together while his wife was gone, he knew the zoo would be readily agreed upon. It was one of the boys' favourite places to go, and one of his. He thought about that as he washed up, and realized, to his pleasure, that there were quite a few things he and his sons had in common. Half an hour later the Brewster station wagon was heading across town to the merry tune of "ninety-nine bottles of root beer on the wall" and a lot of laugher. They headed straight to the elephant compound to see Brent's favourite animal. They watched the great beasts lumbering around the simulated savanna and sucking up water from the artificial creek and hosing each other to keep cool. "Awesome aren't they!" exclaimed Brent. "They sure are." "It'd be awesome to have a you know what like them," Brett observed, and they all giggled and they stood there silently with that thought, including their father. "Hey Dad, you know how to make an elephant fly?" asked Benny. "I have no idea." "Well, you start with a three-foot zipper. . . . " The boys all giggled, and Barry had to laugh. "Why do elephants wear blue tennis shoes?" Brent asked. "Why?" responded his father. "Because the white ones get dirty too fast." "How can you tell when there is an elephant in your refrigerator?" "I have no idea." "There's blue tennis shoes in front of the door!" the four boys chorused. "How can you tell when an elephant is getting ready to charge?" their father asked. The boys looked at each other and shook their heads. "He asks if you accept Visa," Barry responded, and the boys toppled over with laughter. "You know why won't they allow elephants in public swimming pools?" asked Benny. "No," his dad responded. "Because they might let down their trunks," Benny responded with a giggle. "Why do elephants paint their toenails red, green and orange?" Brett asked, a dozen elephant jokes later. "So they can hide in Smartie boxes," Barry replied as he tried to think of more of the jokes. Elephant jokes had been popular when he was a kid thirty years ago! "Why do elephants paint their balls red?" Barry looked at Benny in surprise. "To hide in cherry trees," his three brothers chorused. "How did Tarzan die?" Brent asked, the boys getting into a roll. "Picking cherries," his brothers all giggled. "Ah, boys, not so loud." "What do you get when you cross an elephant with a rat?" "A dead rat with an eighteen-inch asshole!" came the group response. "Boys!" their father responded as several adults nearby glanced over in their direction. "What did the elephant say when I raised its tail, Dad?" Bobby asked. "Not here, Bobby," his father whispered as he glanced uncomfortably around him. "That's right!" his sons shouted, and they collapsed on the ground with laughter. Barry had to chuckle. The little squirts had set him up but good for that one. He had to admire their wit, and could not help thinking that it had to be an inherited trait. "Why do elephants wear springs on their feet?" Barry looked at his boys blankly as he wished his boys did not speak so loudly. "So they can jump up in trees and rape the monkeys," they responded, rolling over with laughter. "Ah, boys, really, now ." "What sound do monkeys hate most?" "Booooiiiiiinnnngggg . . . Booooiiiiiinnnngggg . . . Booooiiiiiinnnngggg . . .," his sons responded before he had a chance to say anything. "What do you say we go see the monkeys," Barry suggested with more than a hint of hopefulness in his voice. Several adults were glaring at them, something he was acutely aware of but, being typical boys, that his sons were oblivious to. "Oh yeah," said Bobby excitedly, as Barry had hoped knowing that monkeys were his youngest son's favorite animals. "Bobby can really relate to them," observed Brent as they headed away from the elephant compound, much to Barry's relief. "That's cuz he is related to them," said Brett and the three brothers all giggled. "Oh yeah, well, if I'm related to them, what does that make you, BROTHER?" "Jeez, Dad, haven't you told Bobby he's adopted yet?" asked Brett, wrinkling up his nose and his voice sharp with annoyance just as they passed a group of elderly matrons. "He isn't, really," Barry found himself explaining as the boys continued on. "Booooiiiiiinnnngggg . . . Booooiiiiiinnnngggg . . . Booooiiiiiinnnngggg . . . ," they chorused, drawing everyone's attention to them as they giggled and bounced down the lane. "You boys don't know any monkey jokes, do you?" Barry asked cautiously. "What was the cause of the piercing scream in the jungle?" Barry looked at Brett, afraid to ask. "Monkeys eating cherries," he replied with a giggle, and his brothers all laughed. It took Barry a moment to catch on. "Any others?" "Nope." "Good." Despite it being a hot afternoon, the monkeys were active, much to the delight of the boys and the other visitors. They stood there watching them swinging from the branches and chasing each other around. Bobby soon struck up a relationship with a cute capuchin with a long sandy- colored moustache. The monkey stuck out its tongue, and so did Bobby. Bobby rubbed his nose, and so did the monkey. The monkey raised an arm and scratched its pit, and so did Bobby. It reached down scratched between its legs, and a moment later a bright red, slender organ appeared out of its hairy sac. The monkey sat there staring at the audience with its large, unblinking eyes as it stroked itself. Moms hurriedly ushered bewildered but curious children off to other sites, a few of the older zoo patrons 'tsk-tsked' and commented about how the zoo keepers should not allow such things, and a few older teens snickered while at least one turned red with guilt. Bobby slowly reached down. "Bobby!" "Well, he started it," Bobby protested, withdrawing his hand. "Where would you boys like to go next?" "The snake house!" Benny replied, choosing his favorite place. "Oh yeah," agreed his three brothers, and off the four boys raced with their father hurrying after them. "Can we have some popcorn and a slush first?" "Sure," Barry replied, in need for some nourishment himself. For the next forty minutes they went from display to display, marveling at the diversity and the sizes of some of the snakes. It was approaching four and they happened upon the zoo keeper feeding one of the snakes live mice. Everyone watched in amazement as it suddenly struck the mouse and proceeded to swallow it. "Hey, look at it wolfing it down!" "Fuc-, fuc-, for crying out loud," Bobby responded, almost forgetting himself. "Just like Brent at McDonald's," observed Benny, and the three brothers laughed and high-fived. "Your brother's got a hollow leg," Barry said, "sometimes I think two of them." "Actually more than that," said Bobby, "he's also got a big fat hollow ." "Bobby!" his father warned. "Head," Bobby finished. Brent stuck his tongue out at his brother as his father sighed with relief. That was not the part of anatomy he thought his youngest was thinking of. "Hey, I thought of another elephant joke," said Brent. "What do elephants use for condoms?" "Snakes," his brothers chorused. "Can we go see the lions now?" asked Brett. "Of course," Barry replied, thankful for the excuse to herd his boys away from those who'd heard the last elephant joke. "Lions are cool," observed Brent. "Yeah, the coolest," agreed Brett. "King of the beasts," observed Benny. "Oh, I just can't wait to be king," sang out Bobby from the Disney movie, "The Lion King" and he and his brothers broke out into chorus as they looped arms and danced down the road. I'm gonna be the mane event, Like no king was before. I'm brushing up on looking down, I'm working on my roar. The fauna and the flora gonna swing, Oh, I just can't wait to be king. No one saying do this, No one saying be there, No one saying stop that, No one saying see here. Free to run around all day I'll be free to do it my way! The four good-looking boys, the blond-haired twins with their long, flowing locks contrasting with the dark handsome looks of their two younger brothers, caught everyone's attention. The boyish but deeper voices of the twins blended in with the high tones of their younger brothers perfectly. Everyone smiled as they passed, a sharp contrast from the looks they'd been getting at the elephant compound, and Barry was tempted to point his thumb at himself and claim ownership. The boys quickly went on to their favorite, "Hakuna Matata" When he was a young warthog He found his aroma lacked a certain appeal, He could clear the savannah after ev'ry meal. I'm a sensitive soul though I seem thick-skinned, And it hurt that my friends never stood downwind. Hakuna Matata! Hakuna . . . it means no worries For the rest of your days, It's our problem-free philosophy. To Barry's relief, the visit to the lion compound was uneventful as far as questionable behaviour or comments and they spent the last half hour admiring the graceful, muscular beasts. "You boys hungry?" "Oh yeah!" "Where would you like to go?" "Pizza Hut!" they called, not only because it was one of their favourites, but because they knew it was one of their dad's. Ordering a large super supreme and Pepsi for everyone, they eagerly dug into their meal, and in the absence of their mother they did not have to worry about being neat or proper. Bobby was the first to erupt with a particularly loud burp which attracted the attention of those around him. "That was particularly well-brought up," observed Brent. "Too bad Bobby wasn't," Benny and Brett chorused with him. "That's because he's adopted," Barry said, and the four boys practically fell off their chairs with laughter. "It's the Italian sausage," Bobby observed. "He does the same after Scottish-American sausage," observed Benny. "Scottish-American sausage?" asked Barry. "Yeah. You should hear him burp after blowing Brent and Brett," the twelve-year-old said with an impish grin. The boys all laughed, and when Bobby burped again, they all laughed louder, leaving their father sitting there wondering if Benny was pulling his leg or not. Despite having had a very busy and full morning and afternoon, the boys were particularly hyper. So far this had been a wicked day, and they had all evening yet! Barry had to admit that he was not the least bit tired either despite the hectic pace of keeping up with the boys, and with just keeping it up along with his boys he thought with a sly smile. In that regard, he hadn't had so much fun since he'd been a boy. On the way home they stopped at the mall and bought a huge Black Forrest chocolate cake for later. Barry was not the only Brewster who had a sweet tooth.