Date: Mon, 09 Dec 2002 01:20:19 -0800
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: Bud, Daddy and Me 1

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All the usual disclaimers that are usual apply here. This is a work of
fiction involving sex acts between consenting persons of various ages and
conditions of life. If you can^Rt handle that or if you are not of the
legal age or mindset, go no further but remove this material from your
possession forthwith.

If you have faggot sensitivity, you ought not read this story.  I'd really
like to hear from some of you with either positive or negative comments. I
have no idea really if I'm bringing any of you pleasure or what it is you'd
like me to write about. I'd really like to hear from YOU so I'll have some
idea how I'm doing and what sort of stories you like. Thanks.

I used two returns between paragraphs to simplify formatting for you. This
is a hyphen -. This is an en-dash --. This is an em-dash ---. Other
high-ascii characters that PC's can't understand have been stripped by my
Macintosh as a courtesy to it's Microsoft disabled neighbors.

While this story is a fantasy, it does prove just exactly why I ***SHOULD***
have had an older brother!!!

Try to keep in mind that while 42 is the meaning of life, it is not the only
possible solution and that sexual dimorphism is the only excuse Mother Nature
needs for being kinky.

Jon



Bud, Daddy and Me

1: Discoveries

by Jon Hold

jonhold@earthlink.net




Bud was my big brother. Dad worked in construction so, ever since mom left,
Bud's kinda been responsible for me. Dad had to leave early for work, so Bud
would get us breakfast and keep an eye on me after school. Dad always made
time for us when he got home.

I guess, now, that it must have been pretty hard on Bud, always having his little
brother tagging along. But he never said anything to me about it. I was a
naturally quiet kid and was pretty good about amusing myself when Bud and his
friends were playing games too fast or too rough for me. I also got used to
being roughhoused by a bunch of older boys and was a good sport about it, so I
sorta got accepted as a mascot or something like that by Bud's friends.

Bud and I shared a bed up in the attic. Our bedroom was pretty cool because it
was really big and had nice dormer windows with widowseats that were fun to
sit in and watch the rain or snow coming down. Every night, Dad would come
upstairs and tuck us in. Then we'd talk or Daddy would tell us a story, or we'd
tell him one. Then he'd kiss both of us good-night and turn out all the lights
except the nightlight by the stairs. In the wintertime Daddy would put a big old
feather quilt on our bed. Bud and I never wore anything to bed except our
undershorts, so in cold weather we'd cuddle up close to keep each other warm.
Some of my happiest memories are of being warm and loved, cuddled up under
that big old quilt with my brother while Daddy told us a story. It never dawned
on me that my dad, who also wore just underpants to bed, must have been
freezing his ass off. But he never complained or hurried a story.

I'm not sure exactly when I first noticed Bud playing with himself, but once I got
interested I'd wake up just as soon as he started moving around. The first time I
asked him what he was doing, he told me, "Nothing!" and to mind my own
business and go back to sleep. Well, you can imagine how well that worked.
NOT! It took three nights of my interrupting and interfering for Bud to give up
and finally tell me what he was doing. After swearing me to secrecy on my most
solemn oath, Bud told me all about getting hair and getting horny and getting a
hard-on and jacking off. I thought it was cool. My little dink was fun to play with,
but I soon discovered that my big brothers big dink was a LOT more fun to play
with. I started off having to beg Bud to let me play with his dink, but when I
started getting really good at it we both just got in the habit of me jerking my
big brother off every night and on week-end mornings. Sometimes after school
Bud would be horny, especially if one of the girls had been after him, and he'd
drag me into the bathroom where I could whack him off into the toilet.

We took baths together in the big old cast iron tub and Bud was responsible for
washing me and making sure I was clean. We pretty soon made a deal where if
Bud would wash me all over and make me feel good, I'd wash his dink all over
and make it feel really good. It was a deal that we both enjoyed. On Sunday
mornings before church Dad would get in the tub with us and pull the shower
curtain all the way around us and then turn on the shower. Dad would wash his
'wild Indians' and Bud and I would have a wonderful time playing in the shower
spray and teasing Daddy while he washed our hair and slathered us up with
sweet smelling soap. With our hair slicked down and our Sunday Suits on,
everyone at church always complemented Daddy on his boys. I wonder what
they'd have said if they knew I was trying to figure out if Daddy would like it if I
cranked his handle for him.

I got tired of cleaning up the mess after jerking Bud off and finally hit on the
brilliant idea of letting him shoot his stuff into my mouth. I'd been sneaking
tastes and really liked Bud's stuff anyway, so putting his dick in my mouth
wasn't any big deal to me. Bud got upset thought. He said that he didn't want
anyone to think I was a 'cocksucker'. I asked him what that was and he told me.
I just laughed and said it didn't count because he was my brother, and, anyway,
who was he going to tell?

Gregg was one of Bud's friends that I really liked. He'd always take the time to
explain stuff to me and to show me stuff, like how to whittle whistles and little
animals out of sticks. When he got a brand new penknife for his birthday he
even (after asking Dad for permission) gave me his old penknife for my very
own. Anyhow, Greg's mom and dad were having some trouble and my Daddy
said that Greg could stay with us while his parents settled their problems. I was
wildly excited because, to me, that meant that I'd have two big brothers that I
really liked.

Bud and I made room for Greg's stuff in our closet and chest-o'-drawers and
even cleaned our room spic and span. When Daddy came upstairs to inspect, he
fell down on the floor, clutching his heart, yelling that he was having a heart
attack, he couldn't believe how clean our bedroom (usually a disaster area) was.
It scared Bud and I at first, until we realized that Daddy was pulling our legs,
then, one look at each other and we both jumped him. We had a wonderful
wrestling match just full of tickle attacks. My Daddy could be so much fun that
a boy just couldn't hardly keep up.

The front doorbell rang and Bud and I pelted off down the stairs, leaving Daddy
sweaty and panting on the wooden floor. By the time Daddy got downstairs,
Bud and I, on our best company manners, had invited Mr. and Mrs. Anderson and
Gregg into the living room and offered them hospitality. Dad came in combing
his hair straight with his fingers and welcomed Gregg and his parents with a big
smile. Mr. and Mrs. Anderson were pretty embarrassed but Daddy just told them
that everyone needed a little private time sometimes. Mr. Anderson said he
hoped that Greg wouldn't be any trouble and Daddy said he wouldn't be... or
that he'd beat his ass just like he did ours. That got him raspberries from both
Bud and me, threats of retribution and comments like, "If you can catch us old
man!" Dad made a lunge for us and Gregg, Bud and I ran outside screaming and
laughing like crazy, dragging Gregg between us while taunting Dad to try and
catch us. Dad and the Anderson's talked a little bit and then the Anderson's
took off.

Bud and I laughed at Gregg when he started to put pajama's on before getting
into bed. Gregg got all flustered and wanted to know what we were laughing
about and we started teasing him about being a wuss, still wearing pajamas to
bed. Blushing, Gregg immediately took his pajamas off and then, looking us
over, pushed his jockey shorts down and kicked them off. "Yeah? Well let's see
who's a wuss now!"

Gregg had a big ol' pecker. Even bigger than Bud's, And he had really neat thick
black hair around his cock that really made it look even bigger. Bud dropped his
shorts readily enough, but I didn't want Gregg to see how small and
undeveloped my dink was and laugh at me.

"Come on, Jon. You too! Or are you a wuss?" said Gregg in his most irritating
voice.

"Go on, Shrimp." Bud said, sort of puzzled about my reluctance.

I just shook my head 'No', and acted shy.

"Let's pants him!"

I could have killed Gregg for that, at least until my big brother said, "YEAH!"

I squealed in terror when they started for me --- and the chase was on. They
were both bigger than me, but I was quick, agile, and determined to keep my
little superman underpants. The Attic was really big and there were a lot of old
trunks and other stored stuff to get behind and jump over and get in the way of
my pursuers. I was laughing and screaming and squealing and they were yelling
and shouting instructions at each other and we were pounding around all over
the place. In other words, we were having a great time. At least until my foot
slipped and Bud snagged me around my chest. I squealed and begged for mercy
but Gregg had the waistband of my undershorts and was pulling them down in a
flash. I thrashed my legs and screamed for mercy all to no avail.  Bud was still
holding me and Gregg was pointing between my legs and laughing when we all
heard the trump of doom;

"What are you boys doing up here? And why aren't you in bed yet?"

Greg was closest to the bed. He took off, Bud tucked me under one arm and
was right behind him. Gregg skittered to a stop and jerked the covers up, Bud
dove in, still carrying me, and Gregg was right behind him. I ended up in the
middle of two big boys, trying to control their panting. With a totally sweet and
innocent look on my face I quietly said, "Whatever do you mean, Father
dearest? We've just been waiting for you to turn out the lights and tell us our
story. Daddy 'Humphed!" at that line, but dutifully turned the lights out and sat
on the side of the bed. First he asked all three of us what our plans for the
weekend  were and made sure that Gregg knew how welcome he was to our
home. Then he told us a story about three princes who turned into
wisenhiemmers and got their butts tanned for their trouble. I told Daddy that
was a pretty thinly disguised morality play, and he suggested that he could
reshape my butt a lot thinner if I'd prefer that and I just giggled. Then Dad
kissed all three of us good-night and went back downstairs. He never said
anything about us being in bed naked together.

Daddy was hardly down the stairs than, with ferocious, barely contained
whispers, both older boys started socking me in the shoulders. I started to wail
that they were hurting me and Dad's voice arrowed up the stairs, promising
some warm behinds if he had to come back up there. We froze, holding our
breaths until the sounds of him walking rattled away to his side of the house.
Then Gregg and Bud started in on me again. Seems that they weren't happy
about me holding onto their pubes and pulling on their hair while Daddy was
telling his story. They had to bury my head under a pillow to muffle my laughter.

"I know! Let's torture him!" Gregg suggested with unseemly glee.

"Nah! I've got a better idea!" my big brother said in an evil tone of voice. By
then, they had me out from under the pillows and were kneeling on the old bed,
each of them with one of my arms. "Let's make him jack us off!"

"Huh?" Gregg said.

"The little shrimp likes to yank my pecker for me every night. Let's make him do
both of us in payment for his evil ways!"

"Uh..."

"Come on Gregg. I know you whack off. Everybody does. And the shrimp's
pretty good at it, and don't make you beg for it like the girls do."

"I don't know. Ain't that queer or something?"

"It ain't queer, dude. He's my brother!"

"Yeah, but..."

"Yeah but my ass. Do you jack off every night or not?"

"Well... Yeah, I guess so... but..."

"OK. You can just lay there and watch then. Or jerk yourself off. I don't care.
Jon makes my pecker stand up and scream at the moon. If you wanna just play
with yourself, go ahead!"

Bud laid down on his back and spread his legs. I had this signal down pat. I
hopped over between my big brother's legs and, grinning right at Gregg, picked
up his loose ball sack and started playing with his big balls. When Bud groaned
and stretched and then wiggled himself down comfortably into the warmth of
the bed, I grinned in satisfaction and leaned down and kissed Bud right on the
head of his half-swollen dick. I heard Gregg gasp in surprise, a gasp that had
more than a little nervous hysteria in it. Grinning and looking right at Gregg I
pulled down on Bud's big low-hangers which caused his dick to lift up off of his
belly and swing up into the air. I caught the flying head in my mouth just like a
piece of tossed popcorn and sucked in about half of my big brothers honking lap
lizard. Taking a deep breath and a cut-off gurgling, swallowing sound, I buried
my face in Bud's billowing pubes, his cock completely engulfed and down my
throat. Still looking right into Gregg's eyes and grinning, even if Greggy boy
couldn't see my grin through the thick pubes my nose was buried in, I pulled
slowly up, letting Bud's now fully erect pussy packer slowly, slowly escape, the
spit-shiny shaft glittering across the now dilated blue roadmap of distended
veins as my lips sensuously, reluctantly let the fabulous boytool escape it's
narrow confines.

Gregg was frozen into immobility. On his knees. One hand holding desperately
to an erection now so swollen that I was afraid Gregg might rupture something.
Gregg's other hand was still pointing at my brothers groin and my head. Gregg's
eyes were wide in shocked amazement, his mouth hanging open. He wasn't
moving. At all. Even to breathe.

I loudly slurped my way off the bloated end of Bud's visibly throbbing cock,
making a great production of holding the fat staff upright and slurping up the
strands of throat-spit and pre-cum that swooped between Bud's thickness and
my lower lip. Making impassioned cow-eyes at Bud's lovely organ, I took another
deep breath and smacked my lips before sighing in contented pleasure as I took
him once again through my berry-stained love-puffy lips and gently swallowed
him without pause until my face was once again buried in my brothers soft
pubes were I could root my nose around in his lush pleasure thicket.

With a wavering cry torn from his chest, Gregg started falling backwards as a
long, silver-white stream exploded from the end of his cock to fly across the
bed and land in a burning coil against my back.

"He's cumming, Jon! Don't let him make a mess on the bed!"

Reacting instantly to my brothers order, and my own deepest desire, I
immediately disgorged Bud's throat thumper and scuttled over his leg and
across the bed where I just barely got my mouth over Gregg's grossly swollen
and empurpled cock-knob when his second stream erupted massively against
the back of my throat. Gulping, I slid my lips down and got a firm suction lock
on Gregg's erupting sword.

Gregg screamed at the heat and suction that enveloped his massively sensitive
cockhead. He'd never felt anything on his cock except his own hand but wasn't
about to lose what his body knew it wanted, and demanded. Grabbing my head
between powerful clawed hands, Gregg's untried youthful loins snapped
demandingly forward, slamming his fat cock all the way down my throat. I
wasn't really in position to swallow a big cock all the way down. My feet
scrabbled and my hands pulled at the sheets until I managed to throw my body
up against Gregg's, giving his cock a straight shot right down my throat.

Out of his mind with passion and still holding onto my head with both hands,
Gregg's lizard brain took over and started fucking my throat as hard and fast as
his muscles could contract while his lips and teeth attacked my belly and sides.
Biting, pulling, sucking, demanding, teasing, imploring, and demanding again.
Gregg's sperm quit flowing and he fucked on. Striving without pause for the
magical second nut. The peak of sexual power where, riding the sensual high of
an orgasm a person strives and through supreme physical and mental
determination seeks to find another orgasm at an even higher plane.

It was all I could do to just hang on and try to catch a breath of air from time to
time. Bud was running his hands all over Gregg and me, his cock dripping slime
all over me and the bed in a steady stream. Bud's eyes were wide in horny
adoration of the act Gregg and I were involved it before him. I could tell that
Bud wanted back into my throat really bad, but wasn't about to fuck up his
buddies first experience. Bud felt his buddy up good, ass and balls and as much
cock as he could find outside of my mouth, which wasn't very damn much. Bud
laid down behind me with the back of my head in his crotch. The lustful vapor of
two teens crotches flooded the area and swamped my sensorium. I saw Bud join
Gregg in chewing on the inside of my thighs only he extended his chewing all
over my butt instead of down my thigh. I saw Bud and Gregg hungrily kissing
each other between chewing, kissing and sucking sessions on my thighs.

Bud was fucking alongside my neck and down my chest while Gregg was heartily
deep-fucking my throat. I had my arms wrapped around Gregg's butt, hanging
on for dear life and sucking him as hard as I could. I was starting to feel really
odd from the hornies and lack of oxygen when Bud slid one of his long fingers
into my ass and started finger-fucking me, something we'd only talked about
until right then. I reached between Gregg's legs and grabbed his balls, pulling
them back between his legs. Gregg squealed and entered a nirvana of exquisite
pleasure as his second orgasm built right on top of his still lingering first
orgasm, his tortured nerves flashing in ecstasy. Bud jammed his finger all the
way up inside of me when I started hunching and squirting my clear juice all over
between Gregg and me. Bud hunched hard against the back of my head and
started plastering me and Gregg together with about a gallon of clotted teen
cum. All three of us blasting off harder than we ever had in our lives before. The
room stunk of sweat, overheated boy flesh, steamy teen flesh, sperm, butt
juice and lust. I don't know what happened next. I passed out!









Bud, Daddy and Me

2: Dad Finds Out

by Jon Hold

<jonhold@eudoramail.com>







Dad woke us up the next morning. He laughed and told us we looked like a
bunch of little puppies, all curled up together like that. He never said anything
about us being naked. He just told us to grab a quick shower and get downstairs
before he threw breakfast to the hogs. Groggy, we climbed over each other and
out of bed, still half asleep and yawning, morning boners pointing at our chins,
but up and moving and starting to be aware of our raging teenaged hunger. It
never dawned on us until years later that the three of us and the whole
bedroom must have smelled like a brothel on a Saturday night.

We stumbled into the shower and Bud tried to piss, but it shot off to the side
and wet Gregg's leg. Gregg took it as a challenge and was soon pissing on my
brothers legs. They got in a piss fight and I joined in, spraying both of them
indiscriminately. They noticed and each used an arm to hold me down while they
both pissed on my head. That got me really mad (I've got a bad temper that
gets me in a lot of trouble) and I was threatening to tell Dad. Bud punched me
in the arm and said, "Shut up, Shrimp. You liked it and you know it. Look! Your
dick even got hard again!" I looked and, sure enough, Bud was right. I was on
the rail again! "Anyhow, Shrimp. You tell Dad and neither Gregg or I will ever let
you touch our dicks again. So quit acting like a little kid, or go suck your thumb
and let us men play with the man stuff."

I stopped and thought and realized that getting angry didn't make much sense.
They were just playing, just like I'd been playing pissing on them. Besides, it had
made me really horny, just like Bud said. My good humor returning with my good
sense, I laughed and gave Bud a big hug. Gregg came up behind me and hugged
both me and Bud. Yep, that was what I really wanted; not being mad at
someone! We all had boners. I'm not too sure who suggested it but we were
soon engaged in a break-neck race to jack off and see who could cum first. I
won, but Bud and Gregg were right behind me. We shot our cum all over each
other and then quickly rinsed off.

We dared each  and without getting dressed, or even drying off, we charged
downstairs and into the kitchen. Three wet and naked boys having done exactly
what Dad had said and demanding to be fed. Dad turned around from the stove,
startled at first, then looking our young bodies over with a particular gleam in
his eyes. Then he started laughing and told us that if we wanted anything to eat
we'd damn well better go get some clothes on, there wasn't going to be any
naked Indians sitting at his table. He grabbed a kitchen towel and started
spinning it into a rat-tail. In mock fear Gregg and I looked at each other,
squealed, and ran out of the kitchen as fast as we could go. Bud was a little
slow out of the gate and got caught in the crush in the doorway as Gregg and I
tried to get through at the same time --- just long enough that Dad was able to
pop Bud on the ass with his damp kitchen towel. Bud squealed and pushed,
Gregg and I popped out of the doorway and we all ran pell-mell upstairs .

Bud was hopping around on the bedroom floor and made both Gregg and I
inspect his war wound. We both agreed that it must hurt like hell, but had a hell
of a time keeping from laughing, even when we both kissed his ass to make it
feel better... or maybe, _especially_ when we kissed his ass to make it feel
better! When we got back downstairs, motivated by the smell of food and
growling bellies, Gregg grabbed Bud by the shoulders and I pulled one side of his
running shorts down and showed Dad the red mark where he'd snapped Bud.
Dad just grinned and looked happy. I told Dad he should kiss Bud's butt and
make it all better. Without a pause in his work, Dad set down the platter of
flapjacks on the table, bent, and plopped a big smacking kiss right on top of the
red mark without even slowing down. Bud was shocked, but Gregg and I just
laughed and took our places at the kitchen table.

Dad checked on our plans and then told us he had a bunch of paperwork to do
and needed some peace and quiet. Since we all had a neighborhood football
game that morning and swimming in the afternoon, leaving Dad alone wouldn't
be much of a problem. Dad gave Bud some money so we could buy lunch and
maybe play a few video games. The football game was fun, I was the waterboy
as usual, but was good at thinking up plays so it wasn't boring for me at all. I
had a ball at the swimming pool, being torn, as always, between playing in the
water and hanging out in the changing room so I could eyeball the older guys.

Dinner was great, Dad had made a roast with all the trimmings. We boys cleaned
the kitchen and did the dishes and then joined Dad around the TV set. Gregg
was missing his parents a little I guess because when Bud turned around Dad
had Gregg and I cuddled up against him in his big lounge chair. We were about
half asleep and Bud got up off the floor where he'd been laying on a pillow and,
shaking his head in mock resignation, took Gregg and I by the hand and started
upstairs with us. "Gd' nite, Dad," and "Night, Mr. Hold" came sleepily from the
stairway. I tried to lay down and go to sleep, but Gregg and Bud, both already
naked, got me up off the bed and stripped me naked. We all went in and pee'd
and brushed our teeth and headed for bed. Bud and Gregg crawled under the
covers and snuggled up, ready to go to sleep. I stood there looking at them.

"Hey! You wimps just going to go to sleep?"

Gregg and Bud each opened one eye  to look at me. I was standing in the middle
of the bare floor, hands on my hips  and my boner sticking straight up.

"Oh, shit!" Bud said, "the Shrimp wants to play!"

Gregg just groaned.

I ran and jumped and landed right on top of the both of them. It didn't take all
that much to get both the older boys worked up and on the rail. I finally ended
up squished face down underneath both of them. I could feel their boners
sticking into me and drooling boy slime all over my legs.

"What are we gonna do with him?" Gregg asked.

"I dunknow. What'da'ya wanna do with him?" Bud said with an evil undertone.

I felt a hand grab a cheek of my small, tight ass and start massaging. "I know!"
said Gregg. "Let's fuck him like he was a girl!"

I tried to squirm out from under them, but that just seemed to light their fires.
The big boys were holding me down with their body weight. Each had a hand
groping my ass. They discussed what to do to me in conspiratorial  whispers. I
fought back just hard enough to keep both of them excited to the max.

"Wadda mean, 'like a girl'? The Shrimp ain't no girl..."

"Ya can fuck girls in the ass, can't ya!"

"Ya can???!"

"Shit, yah! When they're on the rag or don't wanna get pregnant, girls'll let ya
fuck 'em up the ass-chute."

"No SHIT!"

"No shit!. Ain't ya never heard that before?"

"Well, ya.... I guess so... I just never, that is..." my brother was almost
stuttering, trying to keep up with the conversation and not sound like a dweebe
at the same time. I decide to help save my brother embarrassment.

"Bud plays with my ass all the time. He just don't want to embarrass me!" I
said, only slightly muffled by the pillow.

"NO SHIT!" Gregg said in surprise.

"Well... Yah,, but, you know..."

"You ever fucked him in the rosebud?"

"Rosebud?"

"You know. His pucker. His asshole."

"Oh. Yeah. Naw... I ain't never fucked him. He's my brother. That'd be incest or
something like that."

"Nah. It'd only be incest if he was your sister."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Tommy Ains gets fucked in the ass by his big brother all the time, so it
must be okay."

Tommy Ains' big brother was only the Captain of the High School football team
and student leader of the church youth group at the church where his dad was
the minister. If Steve Ains was fucking Tommy, then it couldn't possibly be
incest. Personally, I didn't too much give a damn, I just wished these guys would
quit fucking around and get around to fuckin'. Tommy had told me all about
what he and his big brother were doing and I'd been trying to figure out how to
get Bud to help me try doing the same. And now Gregg had set things up for
Bud and me and, somehow, I had to keep Bud from fucking up what might be
my best chance to seduce him. Kicking my feet and making a concerted effort
to escape, I trapped the both of them...

"You wimps wouldn't know how to fuck even if you didn't have limp dicks!"

I gloated as they both tried to prove their manhood. Greg stuffed one of the
pillows under me, raising my butt way up in the air and then got up and
straddled me so that he was on his knees, sitting on my back.

"You go first, Bud. He's your brother. I'll hold him down for you!"

"Yeah! Great!" Bud said, scrambling up to kneel over my legs, his hands
kneading by buttocks like he was trying to make bread out of my hinney. I was
getting all kinds of excited. The more Bud played with my ass the more excited
and rougher he got. I loved it and couldn't wait for Bud to go even further.

"Man! Look at that!" Gregg almost drooled out, peeking down where Bud was
pulling my hard little asscheeks apart.

"Yeah! Ain't that the prettiest little puckered up hole you've ever seen?"

"Oh yeah!. You gonna stick your cock right in there! Man! This is gonna be HOT!"

"You sissies gonna try something? Or are you gonna just talk about it? All talk
and no action. You wimps."

That got my butt smacked by Bud --- hard! And Gregg moved back and sat on
my head. I felt Bud move forward on his knees and then felt the first touch of
his superhot cock against my buttcrack. He kept fumbling around, not knowing
how to find and line up with my hole so I raised my butt to help him. The nose
of his now throbbing cock finally found the soft center of my butthole and he
jammed forward. My scream of pain was muffled by the pillow and Gregg's
calves but my contortions managed to remove what little penetration Bud's
cockhead had managed to attain with that savage thrust. Red-eyed and
unthinking with lust, Bud  grabbed my hips and jammed his cock into me again.
His first thrust missed my hole but his bone hard cock hurt me anyway. I made a
mistake and lifted my butt trying to escape, thus exposing my hole completely
to his attack. His second try was a bull's-eye and nearly tore me a new asshole
as my dry hole clung to his penetrating ram.

Gregg realized that I was not pretending, but was in real pain. He pushed Bud
off of me and laid down on my back, protecting my butt. In his unthinking lust,
Bud attacked Gregg who just pushed him back down. "Hey! You're hurting the
kid. Did you ever stop to think about using some lubricant for God's sake?"

Frustrated and panting for air, Bud heard Gregg say I'd been hurt. That brought
him to his senses. Pretty soon both Bud and Gregg were inspecting my ass to
see if Bud had done any damage. Other than being a little sore, I was fine. I told
Bud to go get the mineral oil we used to lubricate our models. Bud jumped out
of bed and ran over to our workbench and both he and Gregg were soon running
their fingers smoothly in and out of my ass.

"Let's finger-fuck him good." Gregg suggested.

"Yeah!" Bud eagerly agreed.

Pretty soon both boys had fingers playing around inside my ass. It felt so good
that I was raising my butt and begging them for more. Two and three and four
fingers at a time were getting put inside of me where both boys were feeling
around and pulling at the sides of my now elastic hole. "He likes it, Bud."

"Yeah! Look, see how the Shrimp's hole sucks at my finger!"

Both boys laughed and took turns teasing my hole with their fingers, really
getting off on how they could make my hole reach and snap and grab for more.
I really didn't notice the difference until Gregg sat back up on my shoulders and
I suddenly felt something strange around my asshole. Then I realized the
strange feeling was Bud's soft little bush being pushed against my tender flesh.
I went crazy. Bud had his cock up my ass and it felt wonderful. My hole went
into overdrive and it was all Gregg could do to keep me down on the bed. Bud
was hanging on for dear life and kept trying to poke my hole on his own. Gregg
was hollering, "Ride 'em, Cowboy" and Bud was humping my ass so hard
Grandpa's old iron bed was about to jump off the floor. I was moaning and
sucking air. I had never felt anything so wonderful and was already wondering
how it was going to feel when Gregg used his fat cock on me.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON UP HERE!"

Gregg went right straight up in the air and didn't even touch the bed coming
back down. Bud pulled out of me so fast he nearly sucked my asshole inside
out, sliding off the side of the bed while still trying to cover me up. I looked
over my shoulder and there stood daddy in his boxer shorts, half-way up the
stairwell, his knuckles white on the banister. Gregg was shaking all over and had
tears in his eyes. Bud was just looking terrified and still trying to protect me by
covering me up.

Still laying on my belly with my butt over the pillow and sticking up in the air, I
said accusingly, "Daddy! You didn't knock first!"

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Daddy visibly stopped and counted to ten
before coming the rest of the way up the stairs and over to the bed. Eyeballing
me and the ineffectual cover-up job that Bud had attempted, Dad looked right
at Bud. "What have you big boys been doing to your little brother, Bud?"

Bud started hemming and hawing, never having been very quick off the line. I
wasn't about to let my big brother take the heat for something I'd wanted at
least as much as he had. I stood up on the bed, my oily ass gleaming in the
moonlight. "Daddy, that's none of your business! So you leave Bud alone!"

Dad turned to look at me. "You watch your manners, Boy. You're not too old to
paddle either."

I put my fists on my hips and furrowed my forehead in the way that made
Daddy say that I was getting ready to out-stubborn a mule. "You watch your
manners, Daddy. YOU broke into our room and interrupted our fun. We didn't
come downstairs and interrupt you when you snuck your secretary into your
room last week."

That flustered Daddy. He always thought he was so slick, sneaking a little pussy
from time to time. But, like Daddy said, a good offense is the best defense. "I
never..."

"HAH! You've been banging her ever since you hired her, Daddy. We never
interfered because you're not so grouchy when she comes over.

"I never..."

"HAH!"

"I'll 'Hah' you, Boy."

"Ohhhhh," I said, turning around and wiggling my butt at Daddy. You wanna get
some the way Bud was, Daddy? You gonna make my butt feel as good as he
did?"

"BUD! Have you been having sex with your little brother!!!"

"Oh, Daddy! Get a clue." I said. "Bud's been jacking off for almost three years
and I've been helping him most of that time. Didn't you notice when there quit
being so much of Bud's sperm all over the sheets? That's when I started
sucking his dick and eating his jizz. Didn't YOU have any friends when you were
a teenager?"

Dad tried to swallow his anger and gave me his "steely-eyed glare". I was SO
impressed. "That's not the issue here!"

"Yes it is, Daddy. Bud and I don't mess with your sex life. What makes it right
for you to mess with ours?"

Dad just stopped. Held still. Thought. Dad had always taught us to stand up for
our rights and to be strong --- although he sometimes said that I never needed
any lessons to be hardheaded. Then he took a deep breath and shook his head.
"Look. Could we just start this whole thing over? Please. This is getting out of
hand." Dad looked at Bud and then at Gregg, and then back to Bud. Bright and
cheerful, just as if he'd just walked up to the breakfast table, Dad said, "Hi Bud.
Been fucking your little brother in the ass? Did you take the proper precautions,
or did you just tear him a new asshole?"

Dad's question was uncomfortably close to what actually happened. Bud started
trying to explain and Gregg just kept looking like the whole world might explode
at any second. One thing and another and Dad was sitting on the side of the
bed with me across his lap like I was about to get a spanking. Only, no spanking
was in the offing. Bud had gotten Daddy a flashlight and he and Daddy and the
still nervous Gregg were carefully and thoroughly, quite thoroughly indeed,
inspecting my butt. Other than a little redness and tenderness, Dad allowed as
how I hadn't really been hurt. Then Daddy slipped into teacher mode and
started showing the big boys all my most sensitive places and was showing
them how I reacted to having my taint rubbed and my butt squeezed and just
exactly where that little button was up inside of me that made me all crazy. I
was treated to Daddy showing the boys how to fuck a butthole, but using their
fingers.

Dad's lessons were okay with me because everything he did, or had the boys do
felt just great. Besides, Daddy had a great big boner rubbing my belly and didn't
mind at all when I reached between his legs and started playing with his big ol'
hairy balls.

Daddy left me laying across his lap and spread my legs apart so he could move
the big boys in close so he could show them how to prepare a butthole with
spit, oil and their fingers and then how to properly mount and penetrate. He
made both boys practice until I agreed that they were doing it perfectly.

I was holding onto Dad's leaky cockhead when he asked me if I thought I'd like
to take something bigger than a boytoy up my behind.







Bud, Daddy and Me

3: Grandpa Finds Out

by Jon Hold

<jonhold@eudoramail.com>







I had my narrow, hairless butt sticking up in the air across my Dad's muscular
thighs, trying to pull his cock down under his leg to where I could get it into my
mouth. My big brother Bud and his best friend Gregg had hold of their hot dicks
and were trying to stroke them without cumming off while they watched Daddy
working my butt over. Corkscrewing his long, thick middle finger in and out of
my tender butthole while rubbing his broad thumb across my tain't and tight
little balls, Daddy was talking to me in a low sexy voice. Every little bit he'd slide
his finger out of me and his tongue would take over, lapping at my sensitive
behind and then trying to slither it's way up inside my tender bunghole.

Bud saw me trying to get Daddy's cock into my mouth and stepped closer,
offering me his aching boner as a substitute. I eagerly accepted Bud's offering
and started munching on it like I was starving to death. Gregg moved up
alongside Bud and I started working on getting both their slick teen-boy
erections into my mouth at the same time.

"Well!" I heard a voice laugh behind me. "What have we here?"

I spit the cocks out of my mouth and looked back over my shoulder.
"GRANDPA!" I yelled as I jumped off of Daddy's finger. 'Grandpa' was Daddy's
Daddy. Momma's Daddy was an old fussbudget, but Daddy's father was a
trucker and a great guy. Big and gruff, you'd never get him to admit what an
old softy he really was. Every time he'd come to visit he'd decide that Bud and I
needed a spanking to 'straighten us out'. That always resulted in a _Battle
Royale_. Bud and me attacking Grandpa all out while he tried to pull our pants
down and swat our bottoms. Daddy's part in all this was to move the furniture
out of the way so it didn't get broken. We'd been playing that game since we
were little bitty boys and didn't seem to be making much progress against our
bull of a grandfather. No matter how big and strong we got, he just seemed to
get bigger and stronger himself. Our struggle always ended up with Grandpa on
his back, surrendering with a panting boy wrapped up in each arm as he kissed
us and told us how much he loved us. I loved clinging to Grandpa's hairy, sweaty
chest after those battles. He'd rub my back and butt and I'd kiss him for all I
was worth.

"Grandpa!!!" I yelled again as I sprinted across the polished wood floorboards
and leapt into his arms. Grandpa hugged me and kissed me on the forehead.
"What are you boys up too?" he asked, looking me right in the eye.

It never occurred to me to do anything but tell Grandpa the complete truth.
"Bud's friend Gregg, that's him over there, Grandpa. He was helping Bud bust
my cherry when Daddy got all bent out of shape and screwed everything up.
But Daddy's trying to make up now for losing control by showing Bud and Gregg
the right way to screw me."

"You like that stuff, huh?"

"Oh yeah, Grandpa. I've been helping Bud jack off for a long time and I'm
getting pretty good at sucking the juice out of him too."

"Does Bud take care of you too, Squirt?"

"Sure, Grandpa. He always makes sure I get the good feeling too!"

I was wrapped around my granddad's neck and waist as he patted my naked
bottom and walked over to where his son was still sitting on the bed with two
obviously horny teenagers standing next to him.

"Well, Son. What'cha up to?"

"Just trying to show my boys what you showed me."

"You fucked Daddy's butt Grandpa?" I said in surprise.

"Every time we got a chance since before he was younger than you are, Squirt."
Grandpa said as he quietly slipped a finger up my butt and tickled my insides. I
pushed my butt further down on his finger and giggled. "You still trying to order
your Daddy around?"

I grinned and giggled again and Grandpa slipped another finger into my butt in
reward. When Bud started taking care of me Dad was pretty much at a loss
about how to handle life. Bud quickly discovered that it was easier just to tell
Dad rather than to ask him. Both of us got into the habit of ordering Dad
around and he seldom minded, usually just going along with the program. I liked
being bossy and Daddy liked to play with me like I was in charge. Sometimes I'd
go too far and he'd get me down on the floor and tickle me until I surrendered.
Then we'd start all over. Grandpa knew that Bud and I bossed Dad around the
house and kept warning us that some day we were going to end up getting our
butts blistered. I'd put my hands on my hips and say, "You and what army?"
That usually lead to another tickle attack and, once in a while, a playful
spanking.

Grandpa knew us boys real well and, apparently knew our father a lot better
than we'd ever given him credit for. "You planning on screwing this little wiggle-
worm, Son?" Grandpa said to Daddy.

"Ummmmmm!" Rubbing my butt, Daddy looked up at Grandpa and smiled. "I just
hope he bottoms as good for me as I used to bottom for you, Daddy."

"What's 'Bottoms', Daddy?"

Bud broke in before Grandpa could reply. "The guy who 'Bottoms' is the guy
that takes the fuck. The guy who 'Tops' is the guy in charge, the guy who does
the fucking."

"That's not the whole thing, but that's the general idea." Grandpa said. Then,
with an evil grin pointed at Daddy, Grandpa got seductive as hell, "You want to
show them what I mean, Son?"

Daddy had reached down underneath my butt and had been playing with his
fathers swollen dick. He let go and gave my butt a parting pat as he slid across
Grandpa's old bed. His head on a pillow, Daddy lifted his legs and put them
behind his shoulders, lifting his butt and leaving his hands free to reach for his
father. "Come-on, Dad. Let's show them how we used to tear this bed up!"

Grandpa looked at me and laughed, "Your dad always was an eager bottom.
That's probably why he likes having you boys boss him around so much." He put
me down on the floor and patted my butt. "Now, you watch real close and
maybe you'll learn a thing or seventeen."

I stood there watching with my mouth hanging open as Grandpa picked up Bud's
jar of mineral oil and slicked up his dick. He wiped his hands off on the towel we
always kept next to the bed and then, just as matter-of-fact as you please,
climbed across the bed and up on top of Daddy and sunk that big cock of his
right straight up Daddy's butt. Grandpa had a really big, heavy, mean-looking
cock and I couldn't believe that he'd just jammed the whole thing up my
Daddy's ass in one hard shove like that. Daddy bawled out when Grandpa hit
home plate and started fucking, all in one breath. Daddy started going on about
how good it hurt and how he wanted Grandpa to tear him a new asshole.
Looked to me like Grandpa was doing his best to do what Daddy told him. The
way Daddy was ordering Grandpa around and humping his butt, I couldn't help
but wonder just who was the Top and who was the Bottom. That was when Bud
walked up behind me and gave me a big hug, rubbing his erection all over my
naked butt.

I slithered out of Bud's arms and got down on my back next to my Daddy so I
could lift my legs up and hold them just like Daddy was. Bud's eyes popped
open looking at my narrow, naked, hairless little butt sticking up in the air all
alone next to my Dad's fat, busy, hairy old ass. Bud's dick was so eager it was
quivering. He got one knee on the bed before Grandpa's hand on his chest
stopped Bud cold. Grandpa pointed at the bottle of mineral oil and Bud got a
sheepish look of embarrassment on his face. Bud quickly lubed himself up and
then stood next to the bed and took his time fingerfucking me and lubing me
up. I finally got impatient and told him to either get in bed and fuck me or I was
going to call the avidly watching Gregg over to do the job right.

Bud scrambled up into the bed and his dick almost fell into me he had me lubed
up so good. Grandpa started giving Bud pointers on how to treat his partner and
give a good fuck. Watching my Daddy getting porked by his Daddy while my big
brother was porking me and talking to my Grandpa was just about more than I
could handle. Bud's cock was all the way inside me and feeling great. I loved the
way he moved his cock inside of me and the way his body felt against mine. I 'd
always loved my brother, but this was something else!

Gregg walked up to the side of the bed, trembling in need and trying to watch
everything that was going on at the same time. I took pity on him and sucked
that great big, beautiful cock of his right inside my mouth. Gregg groaned and
moved closer to me so I could swallow even more of his cock. Bud saw what
was happening and bent down and started grazing on his buddies pubes. Gregg
ended up in bed squatted over my face with my tongue up his ass and his dick
all the way down Bud's throat. Grandpa was urging us on and really pounding
Daddy hard, making the whole bed shake. Bud got in step with Grandpa and
started really plowing my ass hard. I fucking loved it! Daddy took my hand and
held it and that seemed to complete the circuit. I started to cum which set Bud
off up my ass and Gregg off into Bud's mouth. The sounds of us going off lit
Grandpa's short fuse. He started really tearing up Daddy's ass and Gregg just
barely dived down between them in time to catch Daddy's cum in his mouth as
Daddy and Grandpa lost it at the same time.

It's a good thing that bed's so big because all five of us fell asleep all tangled up
together. Daddy and Grandpa woke up the next morning to the sight of three
boner bearing teenagers eagerly awaiting their next lesson.

dne ehT

jonhold@earthlink.net