Date: 24 Feb 2002 18:07:31 -0800 From: Dave Subject: Growing Up with Dad (gay Incest b/MM, b/b, m/MM...) Warning: This document contains Adult Material. If it is illegal where you live to view adult material, leave now! If you find Adult material offensive, you may also leave now. If you have not left, then it is assumed you are either not illegal And/or not offended. So sit back and hopefully enjoy. Feedback is cheerfully encouraged! If anyone that would like me to write a story about your experiences send me an outline. Please send mail to: davmay699@icqmail.com. Growing up with Daddy By Dave When I was born my mother decided she would rather run off with her dentist that raise a squalling brat and live in the home of a simple accountant. That left Dad to raise me almost by himself. Dad had been a homosexual, named Keith, all his life but wanted a family and got married to a woman that he thought would be a good mother...WRONG. So dad invited his twin brother, Kevin, to live with us. They became my two daddies. They look very much alike and I just grew up calling Dad and Pops. Like brothers do they have their arguments Dad always wanted to dominate Kevin. They bought an old Victorian house that had been divided into a duplex during World War II. It saw its better days and went through the sixties and seventies as a drug rehab a flop house and a drug shooting gallery. Land is so expensive in San Francisco that everything changes. Now the old Victorians are being restored and only big money can afford them. They pooled their money and rebuilt the thing. They even brought in the Historical Society to help research the original color's use on the building. Now both of them would tell you that they were perfect parents and molested me as a baby. I know both of them to well to believe that they didn't at least swab the inside of my rectum with their fingers while they bathed me or play with my penis a little. Dad saw to it I was not circumcised. I can't believe that nature gave me so much foreskin that it extends a good inch past the head of my penis even after I have a full erection. I suspect that one or both of them did something to stretch my foreskin, not that I'm complaining about it. That has given me many hours of enjoyment. Think about it for a moment. I can masturbate without using any lubricant. I can pick up a man with the largest dick at a party and be able to pull my foreskin over the entire length of his penis and dock with him by masturbating both of us at the same time. I was born on July, fourth 1974. I don't remember the fixing up of the old house. In fact I remember very little of the first four years. I remember vaguely some trips to amusement parks, some studio portrait pictures because I see them ever day. Keith and Kevin allowed me to run nude around the house as much as I wanted as long as I put on shorts before answering the door. They spent a lot of time nude too. When I would get home from school I would usually find the one that was not working in the accounting office that day in the kitchen making dinner for the three of us. I would simply drop my books by the door and walk in and as they would turn around to great me I would wrap my arms around their legs and hug them. At that age my face only reached their crotches. In our house hold I just accepted it as normal to kiss their cocks and smell their scrotums. They would make me sit down and do my homework right away. They saw to it I had punch or water to drink. When I was done they would check it. If it was OK I could pretty much do as I wanted. These old homes had only enough back yard for clothes line and there were no front yards. So unless I had a friend to visit me only had the piano to play with. While I practiced scales Keith or Kevin would stop by and rub my penis through my pants until it was hard. If I was nude they would stroke it until I was hard. The end result was the same they would suck my cock until I would have a dry cum. They never closed their bedroom door unless I had a friend staying over. I could here them making love or arguing about who's turn it was to be fucked first. It seamed silly to me because before the night was over they would fuck each other anyway. When I had to go to the bathroom I would see them sucking each other or fucking each others ass all the time. They made a point to teach me to never talk about our home life to anyone. The local kids that I some timed played with thought they were just brothers and one was my Dad and the other was my uncle. Then on my fifth birthday they had me invite the neighborhood kids and the ones from my kindergarten class to my birthday party. They decorated the place up and hired a clown to come in and make balloon animals for the kids and do some funny magic tricks. When all the kids were gone we cleaned up the place a little. Then as it got late they told me to take my bath for bed. I did as I was told and after my bath I dried off and went to their bedroom to thank them for the party and kiss them good night. When I entered the room they were in the bed already. I walked up to the side of the bed and thanked them for the party very much. I leaned over and Kissed Dad and leaned over him to kiss Pops. When I was about to leave Dad said, "Pops and I think it is about time you slept with us". Dad lifted the covers for me to get in bed with them. I was about to lie next to him when he said, "Between us Son". I crawled over him and settled into the space between them. When I was settled they both reached for my penis. Dad pushed Pop's hand away. So, Pop's took hold of my nipples and started sucking them as Dad started stroking my penis. This was the first time that they had ever openly invited me to join them in their bed. I reached for both of their dicks. They were both uncircumcised so the foreskins could slide back and forth with ease. Dad told Kevin to sit at the head of the bed so that I could suck him. Kevin moved to the center of the bed and put his back against the headboard. Then he spread his legs wide and bent his knees as he rested his hands on his knees. Dad told me to get on my hands and knees so I could suck Pop's. I moved into position and took Pop's dick in my hand and put my mouth to the opening of the foreskin and took it into my mouth and ran my tongue under it and around the head of his dick. Pop's was squirming from the delicious torture. He rested both his hands on the back of my head to slow me down. He said, "Gently...Gently, son you don't want to hurt me or make me cum too quickly. I slowed down and took all of his seven inches into my mouth. My nose was pressed against the mat of pubic hair. It smelt of his sweat and cologne. I was enjoying them letting me join them in the fun. Dad got up and went to the bathroom and returned with a tube in his hand. I was wondering why he wanted toothpaste. Then I saw that it was a tube of something called KY jelly. I lost sight of him as he got on the bed and lifted me up so that my knees were about shoulder width apart. I had seen them do this enough to know what Dad was about to do to me. Then I felt his cold hands running between the crack of my ass. His fingers were cold and slippery. Then I felt fingers on both sides of my anus as the finger of the other hand applied a large amount of jelly. I felt the bed move then I felt Dad's hands on my ass prying them open. Then I felt what I knew was the head of his penis touching the opening into my ass. I tensed up and Dad slapped my ass hard. He said, "That will only make it hurt. You want to relax. You need to push back." I felt like Dad was about to split my ass into two parts. He slapped my ass again and reminded me to relax and push out. I did what he asked and I felt the head of his penis slip into my anus. It felt like the ring around the hole was on fire. Then Dad pushed in another inch or so. When he pulled out a little it felt good like I was dropping one of those big turds. Then Dad slowly shoved in the rest of the mate to Pop's dick up my ass. I could feel the cool belly of Dad's pressed against my ass. Dad slowly started fucking me in the ass. Every thrust forward drove my face into the pubic hair of Pop's. I was sucking him for all I was worth and I was rewarded with four or five violent jerks of his hips as he shot cum into my mouth. Dad soon filled my butt with his cum. We rested in a tangle of arms and legs until I felt Pop's prick poking me in the leg. We moved around in the bed so that I could give Dad a blow job while Pops fucked my ass. It still hurt going in but I was almost numb. After he came in my ass he licked up the cum dripping out of my anus. Then he went into the bathroom and rubbed a cream into my anus as he told me that it would make me feel better. Dad came in my mouth and I drank most of it. Only a small amount escaped the corners of my mouth. Dad kissed me and licked up what was on my face. For the next month they would let me rest one or two days then fuck my ass as many as four times in one night. It was not long before I could accommodate them with little discomfort and would beg them to fuck me. When September approached Dad enrolled me in kindergarten. I was told to be on my good behavior and not tell anyone about my home life. So I stayed to myself during play time. There was one boy that played with the girls all the time and the other boys started calling him a sissy boy. They would tease him until he would cry. I felt sorry for him and one day I pushed the bully that was leading the taunts and told him to pick on some one your own size. He swung at me and I ducked and punched him in the stomach hard enough to knock the wind out of him. The playground monitor saw this and grabbed both of us and was marching us to the principal's office when the girls came to my defense for defending Mitchell. I was saved and the bully was moved to another room. Mitch became my best friend because I had defended him. It was nice to have a friend in school. He invited me home with him after school and I went with him the next day after asking Pop's if it was OK. We walked to his home and I found out that his mother was divorced and his grandmother checked in on him from the duplex next door when he got home from school. She made him dinner and stuff until his mom got home from work. The house was old and smelled of many years of cooking different foods. It was defiantly a woman's home. There were frilly doilies all over the furniture. Glass what-knots every where and framed pictures of family members. Mitch led me to his room to show me his prized toys. He had a large collection of plastic spacemen from some TV show. We played with them for a short while. His granny brought us a couple of glasses of coke with ice cubes in the glasses. As she left the room she admonished us to use coasters to protect the furniture. Then he showed me that he had a collection of dolls too. His last revelation was part of his closet was girls clothes. He told me he liked to dress up and become Michelle. He told me that his mother and Grammy buy the clothes for me. They spend a lot of time teaching me how to dress up correctly as a girl. I watched him undress and put on girl's panties as he pulled his pecker back between his legs. With the panties on it did look like he didn't have a penis. He put on ankle socks; Marry Jane shoes, slip, and a dress that was appropriate for girls his age. His hair was rather long. But back then a lot of boys and men had long hair. The hippy movement was strong in the bay area. We lived just a short distance from all the action in what was known as Hate Ashberry district. The last thing Mitch did to change from Mitch to Michelle was brushing his hair into a flip and put on a touch of pink lipstick. He wanted to kiss me and I didn't mind. We sat on his bed and we hugged as we kissed. I got in the mood and was feeling him up as we lay down on the bed. Michelle wanted to suck my penis and was fascinated by the amount of foreskin I had. I pulled it back to show him it looked just like his under the skin. He or she if you will went to work sucking me. She sucked me until I had a very good climax. Then it was my turn. I lifted his skirt and pulled his panties down. I pulled his penis out from between his legs. He didn't like that much it took away from his feeling like a girl. I put the head of my dick against the head of his dick and then rolled my foreskin down over his dick. I wrapped my hand around his dick and masturbated both of us until we both had a dry climax. Mitch was in love with me after that. I had to teach him how to act in public so that he would not attract attention to the fact that he wanted to be near me all the time and wanted to touch me all the time too. I took him home to meet Pops and Dad. We got permission from his Mom to spend the night. She told me to be nice to her Michelle as we went out the door. I told him to bring Michelle along too. So he packed clothes for both when he came over. That night after dinner Mitch put on a show for the three of us by changing into Michelle in front of us. Dad and pops were thrilled at what a pretty girl he made. They both covered him with kisses and fondled him. Michelle loved all the attention. The rest of the night she remained Michelle. She was passed around from lap to lap as we all three kissed her. The three of us were also pushing her panties up into the crack of her ass until our fingers smelt like Michelle's shit. When it came time for bed Michelle was shocked to find out that I slept between Pops and Dad most of the time. Tonight we had made arrangements for me and Mitch to sleep in the guestroom on the day bed. I stripped off all my clothes and got in the bed and held up the covers for him. Michel reluctantly stripped down to her slip and panties and got in bed next to me. Mitch was shocked to see Pops and Dad come into our room totally nude. They came over and sat on the bed and kissed both of us and said have a good time babies as they left the room Pops took hold of Dad's dick and I knew that Pops wanted to be fucked. I drew Mitch next to me and felt him up like the girl he wanted to be. As I started kissing him I asked him, "Do you want to find out what it was like to be fucked like a girl?" Mitch was all ears but said, "I don't have a pussy!" I told him there were other ways. He wanted to know how we could do that. I simply led him quietly down the hall to the master bedroom and saw that the door was open a little. We moved close to see. Just as I had thought Pops was on his hands and knees on the bed and Dad was fucking him in the ass like a trooper. I saw that Mitch was getting a hard-on by the way his slip was tenting up in front. I wrapped my hand around it and started stroking him. When Dad came in Pops ass, I pulled Mitch back to our bed by his dick. I put him on his hands and knees just like pops had been. Then I pulled his slip up over his back exposing his pink panties. I saw the brown hash mark that our probing had made in his panties. Then I pulled them down to his knees and put my face close enough to smell his asshole. I blew a little air at the sphincter and watched it pucker up. I got a tube of KY jelly and told him to relax as I applied the jelly to his bunghole. Of course it puckered up tighter than a clam. I told him it would hurt if he didn't relax and push out like he was taking a shit. I skinned back my foreskin and lubed my dick. I moved into place and rested the head of my dick on the opening. Then I reached under him and pinched his nipples. As I did that I shoved my hips forward. Mitch gave out a muffled cry of OH! I pulled back so that his sphincter was extended like it would be if her were shitting. He relaxed and said that felt good. Then I shoved my entire dick into his butt. I started fucking him slowly at first. He was moving his ass around in circles. As I got closer to climaxing I increased my pace until my tummy was slapping his ass hard enough to make a slapping sound. Mitch became a regular visitor to our house and the four of us would sleep in the same bed. Dad and Pops would take turns fucking us. As we grew up and our dicks started producing cum we were allowed to fuck Dad and Pops too. We both went to St. Francis high school in the central part of town. I was expanding my circle of friends. I had about ten guys that I was playing with. I will never forget the time I was in the church and saw a friend and we went into the confessional thinking we were alone and he sat down and I knelt in front of him and gave him a blow job. I didn't know that a priest was in there too. He was sleeping and turned out the light that let parishioners know that they could confess their sins. He woke up hearing the noise of me sucking my friend and him softly moaning. The priest opened the window and looked closely through the screen. He could make out what was going on. When we were done and we put our clothes back in place we opened the door to leave, all pleased with ourselves. The priest door opened and out stepped Father Mike. He was a Franciscan priest and dressed in the brown hooded robe with the white sash cord around his waist with a black rosary tucked under the sash and sandals. You could not tell if the bald spot on the back of his head was natural or shaved. Father Mike took us by the arm and marched us the Father superior's office. He told him what he had seen by whispering in his ear. We were given a lecture about the weakness of the flesh. We were told that we would have to do a special penance tonight. He picked up his phone and called our parents to tell them that we would be required to stay over night at the rectory to do some special work. Then we were told to get to our classes and report back after school. We were both terrified what we were going to have to do. We knew that boys got whipped for cheating or smoking in the bathrooms. We could visualize our flesh being flailed from our bodies for getting caught sucking cocks. When the school was empty we reported to the office. Where we were given buckets and scrub brushes as we were lead around the campus and told to scrub off nasty remarks. When it was dinner time we were led to the dinning hall. We were told that our next penitence was to give every priest a blow job from under the table. We got under the table and worked our way to the head of the table by sucking the cock of every priest. They would lift the robe up. Some were nude under it. Others had underpants on. We had to pull the dicks out and suck them until they came in our faces. When we got to the head of the table the monsignor had each of us each put his dick in our mouth and he peed in our mouths and made us drink it. After dinner we were taken to the rectory where we were told that we had to visit every priest tonight. They had their own ideas of what we were to do. Most wanted us to knee over the cots so they could fuck us. Others were more interested in us fucking them. By the time the sun came up we were a couple of tired boys that wanted to do nothing but sleep. We had to wash up and go to class and try and stay awake all day. I figured it would be wise not to tell Dad and Pops about what took place last night for the time being. I still keep in touch with Mitch or Michelle. She has been taking hormone therapy for years. She got breast implants that gave her a very respectable 36-D cup to her very soft body. She has even gotten a driver's license as a female. Now Michelle works in a drag queen strip club down town. She is a big hit during the show because everyone just knows that she is really a woman. The kicker is when she pulls aside her G-string and pulls out her six-inch penis. She puts it against the lips of the most vocal person in the audience that just knew she was really a girl. I do still enjoy fucking Michelle's ass. I managed to keep up my grades up and still entertain family friends and priests several time a week. On those days when I did not have to go to school because of teacher days or State holidays I would visit Dad and Pops at their office. I found it especially exciting to get under their desks when they were working on client's tax returns. The one I remember most, was the time that the president of the Decency League, a group of self-righteous assholes dedicated to the suppression of anything they deem amoral. I met him in the lobby and then slipped into Dad's office through the back door. I got under his desk and when Dad brought the man into his office to work on his taxes he saw me under the desk and sat down and moved his chair close to the desk as he moved his computer keyboard back so he could work on it. I got on my knees and unzipped Dad's pants and pulled his penis out of his boxer shorts. I skinned back his foreskin. Then I opened my mouth and proceeded to suck my father off while he asked questions about tax deductions. When dad came in my mouth I kept it in my mouth as I put Dad's dick back in his pants so he could walk his guest back to the lobby. I slipped out of the back door and went to the lobby and got a tray of fresh coffee and spit Dad's cum into one cup. I offered him the cup of coffee. I watched him drink the coffee and comment on how good it tasted and want to know the brand. I assured him it was a family recipe and I would be happy to make him a cup any time he wanted a cup. Dad thought it was a hoot when I told him what I did. If you enjoyed the story and want more or have a story you would like me to write send your comments to: davmay699@icqmail.com.