Date: Thu, 12 May 2011 09:23:53 -0700
From: paramoe1954@hushmail.com
Subject: Dont Do That - Part Three

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Don't Do That -- Part Three

I let my boys sleep after their morning workout. To be honest, I needed the
rest as well. As I lay on my side, I kept a hand caressing along the soft
skin of Jake's naked boy hips. I felt my breathing calm to match the
soothing rhythm of Jake's and I felt the tired heat from my limp dick.

I woke up later on to the sound of Jake and Eric having a whisper about
something. Jake was asking something that Eric seemed to be certain in his
disagreement. I rolled over to see Eric flat on his back, staring at the
ceiling, while Jake's little body poked the sheets and blankets into a
tent, around Eric's crotch.

"Don't." Eric whispered toward the ceiling. His eyelids closed as he heaved
in a deep breath and then exhaled, whispering, "Stop."

My dick was already hard from needing to pee, but I felt it harden more
from what I was seeing. I didn't see Jake's head bobbing up and down, so I
knew he wasn't sucking on Eric, but I didn't see his hands moving around
either. The blanket that covered Jake, moved up and down very slowly..

"Jake," Eric said, in a shaky whisper, "Cut it out, please." Eric's eyelids
opened and closed while he huffed excited gasps at the ceiling.

"I'm not gonna touch it!" Jake exclaimed from under the blanket.

I scooted myself up to a sitting position on the bed and saw Eric's dreamy
eyes fix on me. He didn't jump up or try to make it look like they weren't
messing around, but only laid there breathing unevenly.

"Whatcha doing?" I asked my son, who looked like he was on an awesome high.

The only response that I got from my twelve year old son, was a blank
stare. The room was warm enough, so I pulled back the covers to see Eric's
naked body with Jake laying stomach down, with his head at his big
brother's crotch. Eric had a hardon and his hands were in tight fists at
his sides. Jake was holding himself up with his elbows, but he wasn't
jacking Eric off. It looked like Jake was just staring at Eric's throbbing
boner.

"Whatcha doing Jake?" I asked, getting closer to Jake's face.

"Making him feel good, without touching." Jake replied.

"How?" I asked, letting my left hand caress Jake's little butt.

"Like this," Jake smiled. He moved his head a little closer to Eric's
erection, and then pushed his lips together like he was going to kiss it,
but he stopped a few inches away. I saw my five year old step son blow out
a stream of air that made Eric's stiffy jump.

I saw Eric's smooth tummy rise as he inhaled quickly. He was definitely
liking it and I couldn't help but move my face in closer to give it a
try. I pursed my lips, making a small opening and then blew on my son's
dick. Eric's hands closed into tighter fists as he let out a moan of
pleasure. I placed my right hand on Eric's hand, letting him grip and hold
it while his little brother and I continued to 'blow him'. I tried my best
to keep my lips tight, to push a focused stream of breath to hit Eric's
shaft, while Jake just sent out random breaths. I caressed the smooth skin
of Eric's fingers every time he squeezed. It was such a turn on to be
masturbating my boy with my breath, but it was even hotter to see the
excited breathing coming from Jake's young lips.

Eric's breathing became more labored as our breath made divots into his
skin. Eric's grip on my hand was more panicked and eager. Eric's tummy
tensed and loosened over and over again. I knew he was getting close to
cumming and I tried to keep a constant stream of air on him, while at the
same time, trying not to make myself dizzy.

Jake's breathing picked up too, but he stopped to say, "He's gonna get his
good feeling now."

I felt the urgent grip of Eric's pleading hand.

"Don't stop!" Eric moaned between gritted teeth.

Eric's balls moved on their own, edging closer to the base of his dick and
I started blowing hard and focused breaths on the under side of my oldest
son's dick. Eric's whole body was twitching as his hips humped his dick in
slight movements toward our breath.

Suddenly Eric's hand viced mine, harder than I thought possible, and I hear
him groan at the ceiling. His whole body tensed up at once while I watched
my boy's crotch contract during what must have been an amazing orgasm. I
had to use every bit of my will power to keep blowing air on him and not
stop to suck his dick onto my mouth.

"He's getting it!" Jake exclaimed, with wide excited eyes.

I loved hearing the moans and grunts coming from Eric while he went through
his orgasm and I wished that one day I might be able to touch him while he
did that. I reveled at every uncontrolled thrust and dry pump of Eric's
dick and even though I couldn't touch him, I was glad to have this
experience with my son.

Suddenly my blowing was interrupted by Jake's head, which moved forward to
land a close-mouthed kiss on his big brother's cumming dick. I was
surprised to see Eric's free hand grab onto the back of Jake's head, gently
pressing his little brother's face against his dick.

"Keep kissing." I urged Jake.

I watched Jake try to lay as many tiny kisses on his brother's dick as he
could. Eric's hand caressed Jake's head of blond hair while his contracting
pelvis humped against the stimulation of tiny kisses. Eric's face was
turning red as he looked down at his little brother's mouth moving against
his dick. Jake's mouth would open slightly with every thrust of flesh
against his lips and I wondered if he would try a different kind of oral
pleasure.

Eric's hip thrusts became softer and I noticed the muscles in his body
relaxing more. Jake was still kissing, until Eric pushed his brother's head
away from his crotch.

"Get off me!" Eric demanded, as he scooted himself away from Jake and I.

"Eric, he was just trying to make it feel better." I explained. "You don't
have to get mad at him."

Eric's face was turning red and I could see his bottom lip begin to
quiver. He sat cross legged against the head board and kept his eyes on his
feet. I went to scoot closer to Eric and let him have a few moments to
breathe before talking. Jake kept his distance at the foot of the bed, not
looking upset but slightly confused.

"Why are you so angry?" I finally asked, gently stroking Eric's forearm.

A tear dropped from Eric's left eye, making my heart melt for him. I ran my
fingers through his hair, trying to comfort him.

"I told Jake not to touch it." Eric mumbled.

I let out a long sigh and tried to gather my thoughts about how to
proceed. I wanted to burst out in anger, badmouthing my mother in-law for
giving my son a disfigured view of what is normal for sex. I would have
preferred to go into a relieving rant about how psychotic my wife's family
was, but instead, I calmed myself before talking.

"You're still afraid that your dick will be deformed if some one touches
it?" I asked.

Eric didn't answer my question, but wiped the remaining tears from his
eyes, hiding himself with his hand.

"What if..." I paused, making sure that it was smart to say what I was
going to say. My fingers played with Eric's little toes as I decided to
continue, "what if I told you that you've had your dick touched many times
before?"

Eric's hand moved away from his eyes and he fixed his gaze on me. I felt
Jake move on the bed and saw him slide on his stomach until he was right
next to me.

"What do you mean?" Eric asked with careful eyes.

I swallowed a gulp of saliva and tried to continue as cautiously as I
could. "You don't remember it," I said, feeling the eyes of both boys on
me. "But I used to wash your wiener when you were a baby, and you liked it
a lot."

Eric's eyes opened wide. "You used to rub my dick?" He exclaimed.

I smiled at Eric and nodded. "Your little pee pee would get hard as a rock
in my fingers. I would keep on rubbing because I knew it felt good. I would
play with your foreskin and listen to your little noises and heavy
breathing while I touched you. One hand would rub you, while my other hand
would steady you so you wouldn't fall over when it felt good at the end."

I heard a quiet gasp from Jake, but Eric remained silent, staring at the
mattress.

"See?" I said, pointing at Eric's half hard penis. "Your pee pee is
perfectly fine, even though its been rubbed thousands of times." I caught
myself at the end, wishing that I hadn't let slip just how much fun that I
had with him.

Eric's eyes pointed down at his own dick between his legs. "Yeah." He
almost whispered.

I smiled wondering if my son was casting aside all of my mother inlaw's
fucked up beliefs. If Gramma was just proven wrong about one thing, what
else could she be wrong about?

The clock next to the bed was reading 10:45am and I figured it was time to
get moving with the things that I had planned with the boys for the day.

I had a large marble shower with glass walls, that easily fit all three of
us. I lathered soap all over myself and got to touch every part of Jake's
little body and was hoping to get to do the same with Eric, but he
preferred to do it himself. I saw Jake looking at my dick, which was hard
again. I told Jake that my dick was needing a good wash and asked him to
help me out. Without hesitation, Jake's little hands where gripped onto my
soapy hardon. My five year old stepson worked his hands all over, making me
shiver and push my dick forward for more. At one point, Jake's hands were
focusing on rubbing the head of my dick, which sent an electric jolt
through me. I moved Jake's grip back onto the shaft and told him to go
faster and faster, to which he gladly obeyed.

"Is it feeling good?" Jake asked with a determined face.

"Yeah buddy." I said, while holding Jake's little head, "Daddy's pee pee
feels so good because of you."

I was turned on by the will of my stepson to bring me to orgasm, and I
loved how small his hands were around my adult sized 'daddy dick'. My
stance changed, my legs were tensing up and I began holding onto Jake's wet
head of hair to steady myself.

I noticed that Eric had stopped watching what we were doing and rinsed
himself off and stepped out of the shower. This might have gotten my full
attention if I didn't have a five year old jacking me off with his full
force.

"I'm almost there, Jake!" I grunted.

"The stuff's gonna squirt out?" Jake asked with a shaken speech, working
his hands fast.

I moaned in response, feeling my body tense all over. I grabbed one hand
onto my dick, that was about to shoot and kept the other on Jake's head.

"Kiss Daddy's pee pee, Jake!" I ordered.

I was sloppy, but pushed my dick forward, mashing it against Jake's face. I
could feel my boy's five year old lips working their hardest to land boy
kisses against my dick. In the heat of cumming, I probably pressed my dick
against him harder than I should, but it felt amazing! Thick white ropes of
my hot cum were streaming upward, landing on my hand and all over Jake's
head. He never stopped kissing my shaft, even though I was grinding my
cumming dick hard against his face. I raised up a bit, letting Jake's young
lips kiss and tickle my balls as well. Everything about what this boy did,
was amazing and felt unbelievably great.

I was caressing the back of Jake's head while slowing down on my
thrusts. My dick was barely moving against my boy's muffled kisses and I
let him stimulate me a bit more before stepping back from him. When I
pulled away, I saw Jake's big eyes looking up at me. His white lines of my
own cum criss-crossed his hair. I cradled his face with both of my hands
and knelt so that we were face to face.

"Did I kiss good?" Jake asked, smiling wide.

"Yes." I breathed, looking into Jake's eyes. "You're a good boy." I said.

I moved closer so that my face was only inches away from Jake. I puckered
my lips and pressed them against Jake's soft mouth, which was also
puckering. I kissed against his young mouth a few times, then I whispered
for Jake to relax his lips.  Jake let his mouth relax to normal and I
relaxed mine, kissing him more like a grown up. I let my tongue slip
between Jake's sweet lips and felt his small tongue touch mine, sending
such a hot jolt through me. I was turned on again, but my dick felt sore
and I knew that we needed to get going.

Jake smiled at me when I pulled away, saying, "You kissed me the way Mommy
kisses Dappy."

'Dappy' was Jake's name for his biological father at home. I nodded in
agreement, smiling.

"Did you like that?" I asked.

Jake smiled, nodding his head. His right hand played with his wet hair,
running his fingers through the texture of my cum.

"Let's get you washed up." I said.

I rinsed the cum out of Jake's hair and allowed myself a few more grown up
kisses before we stepped out of the shower. I peaked my head out of the
bathroom and saw Eric, dressed and sitting on my bed. He looked hot in his
red shorts with and gold shirt. I asked if he was alright, to which he
responded by telling me that he was thinking. I felt a sinking sick feeling
in my stomach, hoping that he wasn't getting scared about the things that
we've shared so far.

It was simple getting Jake ready to go because he loved to pick out his own
clothes. His mother never let him choose what he wanted to wear for the
day, and I was happy to extend that freedom to him. As we made our way
downstairs, I asked Eric what he was thinking about, but he only said that
he was 'starving'. I couldn't blame him, since we had all gotten a good
sexual workout and had a late start for the morning.

I smiled as I glanced at the spot on the couch where Eric jacked me off
until I came all over the place. It was nice to know that I would always
have that pleasant thought when I walked into my living room. I also had a
quick and dark feeling of dread as I remembered that the boys weren't
staying forever.

The coffee at the diner that we were at was hitting the spot. I didn't
realize how much I was needing caffeine until I had a cup in my hand. My
stomach had begun to growl at me as well and I wondered if Eric's strange
mood really was because he was just hungry.

The food came to the table and we sounded like pigs chomping away at the
slop. Jake would mention random things through a full mouth of food but
Eric was still quiet.

Eric had finished his slices of bacon but I still had one left. I picked up
a crispy slice and placed it on his plate, showing him a smile when he
looked at me.

"You okay buddy?" I asked.

Eric took the bacon that I gave him, biting a piece off of. He looked
around at the random tables full of patrons having loud conversations.

I leaned forward and whispered, "Are you upset with me?"

Eric ate another bite of the bacon and quietly replied, "Just thinking."

I nodded, feeling a cold sweat coming on while I thought about what could
be going through his head. I wondered if this would be the point where Eric
would demand that we stop doing anything sexual together. I cringed inside
as I imagined Eric's angry face telling me that scripture said it was
wrong, just like my mother inlaw would say. I hoped that I didn't risk
distancing myself from my boy by being candid with him.

My plate was only half empty when I pushed it away and tossed a crumpled
napkin on top. I lost my appetite and it seemed, so did Eric. Jake sat
restless in his seat, drawing hard circles with a red crayon onto the paper
place-mat in front of him.

"What other things did you do to me?" Eric asked, looking straight-faced
across the table at me.

I gulped a mouth full of the ice water in front of me and tried to gauge
whether it was safe to even whisper about the subject in the crowded room.

"Maybe we could talk about it when we're out of here?" I suggested.

I studied Eric's face, trying to find some clue about what he was feeling,
but he let nothing slip. Jake seemed to pick up on the tension, looking
from my face to Eric's. I grabbed the check on the table and headed to the
front register to pay for our meal, but I could feel the scared weakness in
my knees.

When we were in the car and Jake was strapped into his child safety seat, I
settled into the driver seat, quietly pondering how to proceed. I turned
the car on and started driving, glancing at Eric in the passenger seat.

"I never did anything to hurt you, Eric." I said, trying not to sound as
nervous as I was.

Eric didn't say anything right away, but finally repeated his previous
question, "What other things did you do to me?"

My chest was thudding with the forceful beat of my heart as I said, "I only
did things because I knew it felt good to you."

"I know!" Eric said, raising his voice, "I just wanna know what kinds of
stuff we used to do."

I took a few seconds to calm my breathing and try to relax myself. "I'll
answer your question, but I want to know if you're upset with me."

Eric stared at the dashboard while pondering the request. Finally, he
breathed out a long sigh and shook his head as a silent 'No'.

I breathed a bit easier after he answered my question. My hands were still
shaking a bit, so I pulled the car over into the parking lot of a realty
company that looked to be closed. I inhaled a long breath trying to feel
like I was getting enough air, before speaking.

"You and I used to get naked together on the bed." I said, feeling my heart
thudding again. "I would rub coconut lotion on you and massage you."

I turned to see Eric's expressionless stare, waiting for me to continue. I
could hear Jake lean forward in his car seat to hear better.

I cleared my throat and stared at the dashboard digital clock as I
continued, "You used to like to rub the lotion on my dick too. When we both
had lotion on our wieners, I would get on top of you and rub my dick
against yours."

I glanced at Eric's face, which had formed into a wide eyed expression of
awe. I watched him lick his lips and say, "What else?"

I seemed to have the full attention of both boys and even though Eric
didn't seem upset with me, I was reluctant to keep going. The silence in
the car was unbearable as I contemplated whether I should let Eric know
that his mother was part of the fun we had, or not. I decided that I
wouldn't let him in on that little detail.

"Well," I continued, "When you were only a year old, I would put some honey
on the tip of my dick, and let you suck it off until I cummed."

I didn't think it was possible, but Eric's eyes grew even wider. "You put
it in my mouth?" He exclaimed. "That's gross!"

I shook my head, saying, "You would think differently if you remembered
having your pee pee sucked." I smiled and added, "It's the most amazing
feeling in the world."

"You put mine in your mouth too?" Eric asked in a high pitched squeal.

I nodded my head in response, smiling at my son's youthful disgust.  My
head turned to the back seat where Jake was leaning all the way forward in
his car seat.

"What stuff did you do with me when I was a baby?" Jake asked excitedly.

"We didn't get to do anything." I said, "I didn't get too much time with
you as a baby. Sorry buddy." I reached back and gave a comforting pat on
Jake's leg.

Eric seemed to be finished asking his questions and sat in silence again. I
put the car back into drive and made my way to the zoo. I had purchased
tickets ahead of time, along with a private petting session in the Lemur
habitat.

The tension in Eric seemed to fade a bit as he fed fruits to the tiny
animals. Jake was adorable as he giggled nonstop when the lemurs would play
with his head of bright blond hair. It was nice to see both boys smiling,
but I noticed Eric edging away from me when I would get close.

Jake was different than Eric, always holding my hand and accepting my
random hugs. I had to be careful with how I showed affection to Jake in
public, because if I got too close or hugged too long, I would easily get
hard.

We left the zoo after a few hours, feeling like a movie might be the
perfect thing to follow. I took the boys to a cineplex that showed a lot of
kids movies that had left the regular theater circuits. There was one
particular movie called 'Shark Champ' that the boys wanted to see. The
movie looked like it was going to be stupid and should probably have gone
straight to DVD, but it was nice to get out of the hot sun for a bit.

Other than myself and the boys, there were only two other groups of kids in
the theater and they sat way up front. It was nice to have the middle of
the seats to ourselves without worrying about being crammed into a packed
audience.

I was right about the quality of the movie and found myself wondering when
it would end. At one point in the film, one of the animated fish, who was a
father figure, dies. I glanced to my left to make sure the film wasn't
upsetting Jake, but he seemed fine. I looked to my right and saw Eric's
mouth in a clear frown and his eyes were watering. I turned and put a
comforting hand on Eric's shoulder, asking if he was alright. Eric didn't
give a clear reply, but he seemed to be holding back a cry that was much
larger than the plot for the movie was worth. I kept my hand massaging his
shoulder, while he let the tears roll down his face.

When it looked like Eric had calmed down a bit, I handed him some napkins
to blow his nose. He drank a few long sips of his coke and breathed deep
before looking at me and saying, "I'm sorry Dad."

Eric's face screwed up again, turning red and I could see that he was
starting to sob again. I put my arm around his shoulders, to hug him close,
whispering that it was okay, no matter what he was upset about.  Finally,
Eric's sobs lessened and he repeated, in a quiet shaky voice, "I'm sorry
Dad."

"What are you sorry for?" I asked, kissing the top of his head softly.

His breathing was still shaken by the remaining sobs when he said, "I
didn't want gramma to be mad at me cause some one touched me down there."

I rolled my eyes and took a few seconds to figure out the proper
response. Finally, I said, "Gramma takes a lot of pills. Sorry, but she's a
little crazy in the head." I placed my hand under Eric's chin, tilting his
face to look at me and continued, "That penis between your legs belongs to
you, not Gramma or your mother. Got it?"

Eric nodded his head and sipped on his coke again. "She can't find out if I
touch it?" He asked.

I chuckled saying, "Not even a Doctor can tell if you rub your dick."

Eric's wide eyes showed that my answer was a surprise. I pondered what
fucked up shit my mother inlaw had been feeding to my son and I wanted to
call her up right then and call her the bitch that she was.

"It's okay Dad." Eric said. He leaned in closer to me and looked me in the
eyes for a few seconds before saying, "You can touch me, if you want."

Instantly, I felt my dick twitch in my shorts and my heart rate picked up
again. I smiled at my son, letting my eyes land on his crotch briefly. My
breath caught when I saw Eric look to check the seats all around us. My
son's hands went to his red shorts and I saw him pop loose, the metal
button on his shorts and pull at two ends to unzip his shorts. I stared
with wide eyes and mouth open, at the tiny bulge in my son's white
briefs. Eric wasn't hard, but I'm sure it wouldn't take long to get him
there.

I breathed in a long and uneven breath as I saw my boy pull the elastic
band of his undies down with one hand. I was staring at the soft skinned,
uncut prize of my son's limp penis, which he just said that I could touch.

"You're sure?" I whispered, trying to even my breathing.

Eric nodded and then his eyes looked at my hand expectantly. I checked to
make sure the coast was clear, hoping that the usher wouldn't do a
walk-through again. I gulped and brought my hand so caress the smooth skin
above his dick, checking his reaction to make sure he was still okay with
it. The right side of Eric's mouth upturned to a half smile, but I watched
it fade quickly and my fingers traced and tickled the base of my boy's
penis. I heard a quick gasp come from Eric and felt his soft flesh worm
come to life. I gently held my son's growing erection with the tips of my
fingers, feeling his whole body twitch with every movement of my hand. His
dick was completely hard within seconds and I let my fingers trace to the
under side of his penis so I could tickle the skin there.

"Whoa!" Eric gasped, "That feels awesome, Dad. Keep doing it."

Jake suddenly realized that something was going on and was leaning over in
his seat asking what we were doing. When He didn't get a sufficient answer,
Jake walked past us to sit in the empty seat on the other side of his big
brother.

"How come you get to touch it?" Jake asked, in high volume.

I urgently shushed Jake and looked around again, to make sure we didn't
draw attention. "You gotta be quiet Jake. We're not supposed to be doing
this here." I whispered.

Eric didn't panic, but kept reclined all the way back, with his eyes half
shut. He was in total ecstasy.

"Can you be the lookout, Jake?" I asked. "Let us know when some one is
coming?"

Jake nodded quickly, excited about his appointed job. His little body
adjusted in his seat to look at the entry doors and then to the front,
where the other kids were at.

My fingers wandered to the hood of Eric's young dick. I rolled the foreskin
in my fingers and got more turned on by my son's quiet moans of pleasure. I
got in close to Eric's face to hear every noise that he made, over the
soundtrack of the movie.  I let my lips kiss at Eric's cheek as my fingers
held his foreskin and pulled downward on his little hardon. My twelve year
old son gasped into my ear as I very lightly let the balls of my fingers
move along the exposed deep red skin of his dick. I took my time, trying to
make him react while I felt every breath from his sweet gasping lips.

"You're so soft down there, Eric." I breathed into his ear. "Do you like it
when your Daddy touches you?"

Eric nodded, brushing the skin of his cheek against my lips. I kept my face
close to Eric, but let my fingers move down to the bunched skin under the
head of his dick. My fingers gained a good grip and then I started to
slowly stroke his twelve year old erection. An electric jolt ran through me
when I saw my son's eyes roll back and his head tip back to rest on the
chair backing. I grabbed harder at his little pole and squashed while I
rubbed him.

"This is just like when you were a baby." I moaned against his cheek. "When
I would rub you and then you would eat all the honey off of my cumming
dick."

I picked up the speed on his hardon, hearing my fast moving fingers make
the fapping noise against his skin with each stroke. "I would touch you, in
so many naughty ways."

Eric's muscles tightened against my fast stroking and his hands gripped the
arm rests while he pushed his hips upward.

"You were all mine." I whispered urgently, "and you loved it!"

I heard Jake move quickly in his seat. "Here comes the man!" He exclaimed.

I immediately sat back in my own chair and released my son's penis, setting
the large bag of popcorn on Eric's lap, to cover his exposed crotch. I felt
bad, seeing my son shaking and breathing hard, yet trying to make himself
look like he wasn't doing anything wrong.

My hands pushed down on my hardon while the theater usher passed by our
isle, not even looking at us. I was trying to calm my breathing as well,
and also hoping that I could jump right back where we left off as soon as
the usher left. My heart sank as I saw the usher standing at the back doors
watching the movie and laughing at different parts. I kept glancing back,
almost ready to shout out and tell the asshole to leave.

"Dad?" Eric asked, still breathing hard.

"Yeah?" I responded.

Eric glanced back at the theater doors and then looked at me, saying, "Do
you love me, like a guy loves a girl?"

I placed my hand on Eric's hand that still grasped the arm of the seat and
replied, "Yes, I do. Is that alright?"

I waited for my oldest boy to give an answer, hoping that I hadn't grossed
him out. He took his time thinking about what I had said and I hated every
stupid laugh from the usher who was keeping me from having fun.

"So," Eric said, "do you think of naked girls when you rub your dick?"

"Sometimes." I replied, caressing Eric's soft fingers.

"Do you think of me?" Eric asked with shaky words.

"Yeah." I said, "I think of both of you."

"Naked?" Eric asked, with wide eyes.

I chuckled, seeing my son's realization. "Yes." I answered, "I think about
what your butts look like and I imagine licking you all over." I started to
gently rub my own cock through my shorts as I continued, "And I think of
how hot it would be to see you and you brother having sex, like a guy and a
girl."

Jake and Eric shared a quick look and then stared at me, clearly
confused. I laughed and leaned in close to whisper. Jake and Eric leaned in
too, giving me their full attention.

"I rub my dick thinking about you," I pointed to Eric, "putting your hard
dick into Jake's butt. Like a guy does to a girl's pussy."

"But that's where he poops from." Eric argued.

"Trust me," I said, "It feels awesome and butts are a lot cleaner than you
think they are."

Eric looked at his brother and then his eyes went to the floor as he
thought about it. His eyes caught my hand vigorously kneading at my dick.

"He's leaving." Jake whispered.

I saw the two back entry doors to the theater closing very slowly. Finally
the asshole usher had left and I could get to business. I reached my hand
over and pushed aside the popcorn bag and took hold of Eric's hardon again.

"Oh good, you're still excited." I said.

I kept rubbing Eric's boner and asked Jake to come and stand in front of
Eric. I grabbed Jake's shorts and undies at the back and pulled them
down. Little Jake didn't fight me at all, which was wonderful. He was
always willing to try new things and this was something completely new.

With Jake's butt exposed, I lifted him up and set him so that his butt
landed on top of his older brother's hard penis. Both boys let out a gasp
when they touched, but neither complained about the position I was putting
them in.

"Leave your shirt down," I said to Jake, "and it will just look like your
sitting on your brother's lap."

I wiggled my hand under Jake's butt cheeks and felt Eric jump a bit when I
touched his dick. I had spit on my fingers and was working the spit onto
Eric's erection. I tried to move Eric's small boner around to fit it into
Jake's crack, but it wasn't working, so I pulled my hand out.

I whispered to Eric, "Move your hips around until your peepee is pushing
into Jake's butt."

Eric nodded his head and I got to witness one of the hottest sights ever. I
couldn't see the private parts of either of my boys, but I could see their
reactions to each other. Jake was wide eyed while Eric was breathing heavy
and shifting his hips around to find the right spot. At last I saw Jake
dawn a surprised expression and gasp.

"I think I got it in there." Eric said.

I knew that Eric's dick was too small to go all the way in, but it would
still feel good, between Jake's soft butt cheeks.  It was hot, watching
Eric press his face against his little brother's shoulder while he slowly
humped his boner in and out.

"You okay, Jake?" I asked, seeing the scrunched expression on his little
face.

"Feels weird." Jake complained.

I placed a hand on Jake's left arm, which was steadied on the arm rest. I
whispered, "It's just for a little bit, so Eric can feel good. Okay?"

Jake flinched and I felt the muscles in his arm tighten as he nodded his
head and replied, "Okay."

I brushed my fingers through Jake's hair, speaking softly, "That's a good
boy. Daddy's gonna get you naked and make you feel amazing, later on." I
pressed my lips lightly on Jake's ear lobe, giving him a few kisses, "I'm
going to do things to you, that Daddy's aren't supposed to do."

"Like with Eric, when you put the honey on your pee pee?" Jake asked.

"Yes." I breathed, "Like that."

Eric was picking up the speed of his thrusts, making Jake bounce
slightly. I was rubbing at the crotch of my shorts much faster, taking in
the sight that I thought would never be seen. Eric had moved his hands
under his little brother's arms and gripped his shoulders, pulling Jake
against him. His thrusts were getting sloppy and slightly forceful as Eric
breathed heavy against Jake's shoulder.

I whispered into Eric's ear, "I don't look at naked girls or guys when I
rub my dick. I imagine both of you doing this."

If anyone saw my two boys, they would definitely know what was going on,
but I didn't care anymore. I loved the blank stare on Eric's face while he
seized his little brother's body, holding him steady against his fucking
dick.

"You like fucking your little brother?" I breathed into Eric's ear.

Eric only replied with a moan that I'm pretty sure was a 'yes'. I smiled
and rubbed a comforting hand on Eric's back.

The slapping of Eric's fast humping pelvis, could be heard now.

"Are you gonna cum inside of Jake?" I whispered.

I heard another grunt from Eric, that was probably a confirmation.
Finally, Eric's breathing changed a little and I heard him say, in a moan,
"I'm gonna cum!"

"Hold onto him!" I urged into Eric's ear, "Hump him as hard and as fast as
you need to! Even if it makes noise!"

The movie was pretty loud, but Eric's rabbit fucking, was loud too. I
didn't think that any of the other people in the theater would notice since
they were at the front and several rows down.

The seat under the two boys was squeaking like crazy. Eric was humping with
such vigor that they were both a convulsing mess in the seat next to
me. Jake was letting out a little grunt with every thrust that went into
him and Eric was moaning against his little brother's shoulder.

"Fuck him hard!" I said, "Make it feel good!"

Suddenly, Eric's eyes opened wide and he seemed to stop breathing. I saw
Eric's hands grab tight onto Jake's shirt and he let out a groan between
gritted teeth. Eric's hips slowed and he went from thrusting to slamming
his dick into Jake. My oldest son was cumming into his seven year old
brother's ass.

"That's good, Eric," I moaned, "Cum inside of him."

Eric stopped humping all together, switching to pulling Jake tight against
his crotch. Jake held a pained expression while both of their bodies
twitched together. Eric was shooting blanks into his little brother, and
uttering a moan with each pump.

Finally I heard Eric suck in a long breath and his body relaxed at
once. Both boys were breathing hard and Eric held onto his little brother's
waist, while going through the last of his involuntary twitches.

"See?" I said to Eric, "Feels good to let your dick touch, huh?"

Eric replied with a long, exhausted sigh, nodding his head.

Jake laid back against his older brother, raising his hips up and off. When
he was standing on the floor again, I pulled Jake's shorts all the way up.

"Are you okay, little buddy?" I asked, hoping that Jake wasn't freaked out
about the experience.

"It felt weird." Jake answered, scrunching his nose.

"Yes, it did." I said, pulling Jake close to me. "But you did something
very nice for your brother and he got to feel something new and good."

I worked my fingers at the tiny boner poking at the material of Jake's
shorts, making sure that I was rubbing just under his dick head. I heard a
gasp from Jake and saw his knees buckle as I rubbed. I grabbed Jake's small
butt, holding him there, while I began rubbing hard into his young crotch.

I spoke into Jake's ear while I worked very hard on his erection, "When I
get you home," I said, "I'm going to rip and shred at your clothes until
you're naked. And then," I Kissed and licked his little boy neck while I
continued, "I'm going to get on top of you and make love to you!"

I immediately had to stop rubbing on Jake because the closing credits were
rolling and the house lights were brighter. When I pulled my hand away,
Jake remained hunched forward and his pelvis was humping repeatedly. I
rubbed a hand on Jake's back, asking him to calm down while all of the kids
at the front exited the theater. To mine and Jake's dismay, the usher
returned to the back of the theater, waiting with a broom and dust pan.

I whispered to Jake, "We'll have fun at home. Okay?"

Jake frowned and huffed out a frustrated breath. He rubbed his hand on his
crotch one last time and then sat back down in his seat.

I made the boys wait until my dick had softened before we left the
auditorium. Eric followed along, looking tired and Jake appeared anxious
and fidgety. My walk felt strange as I tried my best not to develop another
hardon.

Just before leaving the lobby, I noticed that Jake had lagged behind. "What
are you doing, Jake?" I asked.

An excited half-smile spread on Jake's face and then I watched him run
toward the concession stand. I thought perhaps he was still hungry for
candy or something, but then I saw him return with a handful of condiment
packets. Jake's little face turned red as he smiled shyly at me, showing
that he was holding four packets of honey.

I chuckled and ruffled Jake's hair. "Let's go home and have some fun with
those."


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