Date: Sat, 12 Aug 2017 10:26:21 -0400
From: GH Jock <ghjock8@gmail.com>
Subject: Helping My Step-Son - Chapter 23

Helping My Step-Son

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Chapter 23

Ryan glanced up at me. I thought he would open up and explain what was
going on in his head. But instead, he frowned, "Yeah, of course I'm OK. Why
wouldn't I be?"

I smirked at him, "I know you well enough to know when something's
bothering you."

Ryan waved his hand, dismissing my concern, "Nah, just relaxing." He took a
swig of his drink and looked into the distance at the darkening sky. It was
sunset. Our first full day at the cabin was coming to an end.

I sighed and walked into the kitchen. I poured myself a drink and
considered the various ways I could get my brother to talk. He was normally
a very upbeat person, rarely allowing anything to dampen his spirits. So
when something was weighing on his mind, it was very noticeable.

While I was using my finger to mix my drink, Jeremy came back
downstairs. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, but was otherwise
naked. He stepped up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. Laying
his head on my back, he said, "Can I have a drink?"

The question surprised me. I had always assumed he would ask me or his mom
for alcohol at some point during his teenage years, but I thought he would
wait until he was 17 or 18 years old.

I turned around to face him and saw the innocent look in his eyes. My gut
reaction was to say, `No, Jer. You are too young to drink.' But, with his
body pressed against mine and the hopeful look on his face, I asked myself,
`Why not? I am letting him do so many other adult things with me.'

"If I let you do this, you can't ever tell your mother." I gave him the
most fatherly look I could muster.

His dimples appeared as he smiled, "After all we have done together, you
think you need to say that to me?"

I maintained my stern fatherly look, "I have no doubt you'll never tell
your mother about us having sex together. But, drinking? That's something
you might let slip someday."

He opened his mouth to protest. I playfully stuck my finger inside it to
quiet him. He quickly realized it was covered in alcohol and closed his
mouth on it. He sucked on it for a few moments as he enjoyed his first
taste of an adult drink.

I then pulled my finger out and said, "There. You've had a drink."

His look of hopefulness changed to one of consternation. "But...Dad! That's
unfair! Come on!"

I laughed and grabbed the back of his neck. I pulled him into a kiss then
said, "You're so adorable. How could I say `no' to you?"

He smiled again and looked expectantly at me.

I scoffed, "Jeez! You want me to mix it for you too? You really are a
demanding kid!"

He placed his hand on my crotch and gave it a squeeze, "I'll make it worth
your while, I promise."

I pressed my crotch against his hand, "You sure know how to get your way,
don't you?"

He licked his lips and said, "Yes, Daddy."

I reluctantly pulled his hand from my crotch as I turned around to get my
drink. I handed him the glass, "Take a sip of this. Let me know if you like
the taste."

With excitement in his eyes, he took his first sip. As the liquid entered
his mouth, I could see the look of revulsion on his face. I remembered how
much I had hated my first taste of alcohol. But, just like me, he didn't
care how bad it tasted. He took another sip. Then a third.

I grabbed the glass and said, "Easy there, Tiger. Go slowly and let it
settle. I don't want you getting sick."

I pulled out a fresh glass and prepared a drink just for him. I handed it
to him. We clinked glasses and he said, "To first experiences!"

I answered, "To first experiences!"

We both took a drink, then I placed my hand on his shoulder and led him out
to the balcony.

Jeremy saw my brother and said, "Hey Uncle Ryan! Dad is letting me drink."

For a split second, my brother's frown was still visible. But then a huge
smile overtook his handsome face and he laughed. "Oh boy! This is going to
be fun!"

I sat down on a chair and spread my legs as Jeremy sat at my feet. For the
next hour or so, we drank, told stories and made each other laugh with our
best jokes. We were having a great time as we enjoyed each other's company,
the warm air, the peaceful night and the intoxicating alcohol.

Jeremy was enjoying his first alcohol buzz, which increased his level of
displayed affection. He hugged my legs and rubbed his head against them. He
lay on the lounge chair with Ryan and snuggled with his uncle. He made out
with each of us on and off, telling us how glad he was that we were
together. Not for the first time, I wondered what it would be like for me,
my brother and Jeremy to live like this all the time. I knew it was a pipe
dream, but it was still nice to imagine us living together, enjoying each
other's company in any way we desired.

I tried to monitor Jeremy's alcohol intake. I didn't want his first
drinking experience to end with him face down in the toilet emptying the
contents of his stomach. Despite my best efforts, my son became
drunk. Luckily, his reaction was to fall asleep, not to get sick. Neither
Ryan nor I even realized he had passed out until I tried to stand up and I
couldn't move him off my leg.

Suppressing laughter, my brother helped me lift my young boy and together
we carried him up to the room. We placed him on the bed and I sat with him
for a few minutes, making sure he was sleeping comfortably.

Ryan and I then left the room and headed back downstairs to the balcony. We
were quiet again as we sat in our chairs and resumed drinking. Neither of
us was close to being drunk, but the alcohol was relaxing us.

As we quietly looked up at the stars, I asked, "What are you thinking
about?"

He sighed, "I'm feeling sorry for myself, that's all."

I waited for him to continue. When it was clear he wasn't going to say
more, I asked, "Why?"

He was quiet for a minute, then said, "Lots of reasons. This damned
divorce. It's got me all screwed up. I'm alone in my house. I miss my
kids."

I asked, "What brought this on? Not having them here with us this weekend?"

He nodded, "Yeah, this place holds a lot of family memories." He took a
breath, as if to say something, but held it in.

I waited for him to gather his thoughts.

After a few moments, he added, "And watching you and Jeremy interact. It's
making me realize I'm never going to have that level of closeness with
Aaron."

My mind raced with questions. Was my brother revealing to me that he was
attracted to his own son? Or was the "closeness" he longed for more
innocent than that?

I tentatively asked, "Do you want to be as close to Aaron as I am to
Jeremy?"

He understood immediately what I was asking, "No, no. Jeez, Clint. He's
only 8 years old." He scowled at me. "I don't mean the intimacy. I mean the
father/son bond that you guys have. I had dreams of being the best father
in the world, helping Aaron grow up to be a great man. But now, I'll only
see him on some weekends and holidays. I'm going to have very little
influence on his life."

We sat in silence for a few moments. He then added, "And Kristie. No girl
should grow up without her daddy around."

For the next hour, we talked about the impact of his wife and kids moving
out. I hadn't realized before, but it was especially difficult for him to
be without them during the summer. School wasn't in session so he didn't
have any work to keep him busy all day. In the past, his summer days would
have been filled with activities with his children. It was one of his
favorite things about being a teacher – having the summer off to spend
with his son and daughter. He had suggested they stay with him during the
days while his ex-wife was at work, but she was being difficult, insisting
that he only have them every other weekend, following the custody agreement
exactly.

His voice was shaky as he said, "She'd rather pay for a nanny than allow me
to spend time with Aaron and Kristie!"

We talked a little more about it, then he said, "I'm glad you and Jer are
here this weekend. I would have lost my mind if I had to be alone in this
cabin."

I said, "Beth's decision to stay home was a godsend, wasn't it?"

He nodded, then said, "There's something else."

I waited, not knowing what to expect.

He took a deep breath and said, "I'm struggling with something. And
watching you and Jeremy together is making me face it."

I opened my mouth to say something, but Ryan cut me off. "No, let me get
this out." Deep breath. "I really enjoy being a teacher and a coach. It
comes naturally to me. And I know I do it well because I can get through to
kids in ways that other faculty members can't."

Normally, I would be the hyper-analytical one and my brother would be the
one trying to lighten the mood. It felt odd to me for the tables to be
turned. I almost said what I was thinking, `It's because you're the hottest
teacher in the district. All of your students have crushes on you.' That
would have been the type of thing Ryan would have said, if it had been me
talking so seriously.

Despite the alcohol encouraging me to blurt that statement out, I held it
in. Deep down, I knew he was close to saying something important. I needed
to let him do so.

He took a sip of his drink, then continued, "It's fun to joke about finding
my students attractive. But honestly, Clint, I have never seriously looked
at any of them that way. Sure, I notice their bodies, their handsome
faces...their butts." He chuckled. "But I have never allowed myself to do
any more than notice. I have been so focused on being professional that I
would never let my mind wander in that way."

He took another sip. He then looked in my eyes and studied them for a few
moments.

He then looked away and continued, "Jeremy is the only teenager I have
allowed myself to be with. But because of the way we started having sex, it
didn't feel like I was betraying my ideals."

I nodded. Considering my brother and son had started having sex through a
glory hole, I understood what he was saying. Ryan hadn't pursued Jeremy
because he was a teenager. That had been just a happy coincidence.

He continued, "But last night, when I kissed Hector, that was a big step
for me. He only graduated a little over a month ago. He's practically still
my student." He paused a moment, then said, "I've been so caught up in what
has been going on with you and Jeremy that I started letting those thoughts
seep in without realizing it. I mean, you and I joked about me finding out
if Hector was into guys. But I never thought I actually would try to sleep
with him. I thought that, if the opportunity presented itself, I would have
walked away, content in confirming our suspicions. But when push came to
shove, I found myself really wanting him. I wanted to touch his young
body. I wanted to get naked with him. He's so fucking hot."

I smiled. Hector really was hot. I fully understood how he could be the one
student who could tempt my brother to toss his rules aside.

He took a huge swig of his drink then said, "It's time to admit to myself
that I like them. Their beautiful bodies. Their youthful energy and
curiosity." He grinned and added, "Their tight asses and their constantly
hard cocks."

Once again, I was about to say something to lighten the conversation, but
my brother quickly continued, "So how do I reconcile that? How can I go
back to teaching and coaching them, now that I'm no longer denying my
desire for them?"

I understood my brother's concern. Although we were coming from completely
different circumstances, our dilemmas were very similar. I was new to
man-on-man sex so I was coming to terms with accepting that I was not only
enjoying it, but also forming a romantic relationship with my own son. The
fact that I had been with a few teenagers was a minor issue for me compared
to the bigger issue of sleeping with guys at all. My brother, on the other
hand, had come to terms with his bisexuality at an early age. But, after
years of suppressing his desires for his adolescent students, he was
finally being honest with himself about them. We were both at turning
points in our lives.

I had no idea what the right advice was. So I said the first thing that
came to my mind, "Don't underestimate yourself. You're an amazing teacher,
Ryan. I'm sure you will have no problem being as professional as you always
have been." Then, with an evil grin on my face, I said, "And maybe you
should enjoy a teenager-filled summer, just to satisfy those urges."

It was at that moment that I knew that I had to follow through with the
plan to place a late-night pizza order. My brother needed to experience a
boy like Gary.

Ryan, meanwhile, was thinking about Hector, "Well, let's see how it goes
with Hector tomorrow night. Damn! I want that kid." He smiled for a few
moments, presumably thinking of the young Hispanic stud. He then let out a
deep sigh and said, "So tell me about your amazing night last night with
Jeremy. I've been dying to hear about it all day."

I started from the beginning. Every moment of that night was permanently
etched in my memory, so I was able to tell him everything with an
incredible amount of detail. Occasionally, he stopped to ask me questions,
but for the most part, he just listened. When I described the encounter
with the pizza delivery boy, I left out the part about him flirting with
us. I wanted that to be a surprise later.

When I finished, he said, "Wow, Clint. That's fucking amazing. A few weeks
ago, you wouldn't have considered fooling around with a guy. And now you
not only have a lover, but you are even living together."

I chuckled, "Well, it isn't that easy. It's not like we live alone. We
can't even sleep in the same bed together. Most of my time is spent
worrying that Beth's going to figure it out or catch us. It's stressful."

"But you have Jeremy." He whispered this, though loudly enough for me to
hear him.

I turned sideways in the chair, facing him. "You're not as alone as you
feel. You've got me."

He turned in his chair to face me too. "And you have Jeremy."

I quickly responded, "We have Jeremy."

He stared into my eyes for a few moments, then said, "Earlier when talking
about your relationship with Jeremy, you said that I was part of this. What
did you mean?"

I smiled. I had wanted to talk about this, but I didn't know how to bring
it up. "Something special is happening to the three of us. I felt it when
we were having sex in the kitchen and in the living room. And I'm feeling
it right now."

He asked, "What do you feel right now?"

I shrugged, "I don't know... It's like... If the three of us could spend
the rest of our lives together in this cabin, I'd be content. Forget Beth,
forget the outside world. It's just you, me and Jeremy. Together."

Ryan's voice was shaky as he said, "For a man who is new to this, you seem
to be very at ease with how you feel."

I chuckled, "You do remember I was a basket case just a couple days ago,
don't you? I was in such denial and self-hatred that I could barely think
straight. But you... you helped me." I paused as I considered my next
words. "When I kissed you in the kitchen today. You remember... when Jeremy
was still upstairs on the phone?"

Ryan nodded, "Yeah."

I continued, "It felt good. It felt right. Like you and I... we... we were
meant to have this special bond, this special relationship. We've spent a
lifetime building up to this. It's like a solid unbreakable partnership."

We were both quiet for a few moments. Then I said, "I know you miss your
kids and it feels like you are all alone. But you aren't. You have me. You
always have and you always will."

He laughed. A big, honest laugh. "OK. Enough of this shit. I don't know how
you can stand thinking this deeply all the time!"

I smiled. My brother was back.

We both turned back in our chairs again and sat quietly, watching the stars
and drinking.

For the next few hours, Ryan and I did what we always did when we partied
together. We drank, we reminisced, we found a station that played music
from our childhood, we danced around and acted like fools. But this time
there was a new element, one that I hoped we would include for the rest of
our lives. We occasionally stopped to hold one another, to kiss, and
eventually, to suck each other's dick. It was all good fun. Nothing
intense. We were just enjoying the freedom to be brothers who had an
undeniable attraction to one another. We would argue and tease one another
one second, then lie on the floor and 69 together the next.

A couple times, we went upstairs to check on Jeremy. The poor guy was wiped
and slept soundly through it all. On one of those visits, we were feeling
very frisky. We got on the bed with my son and fondled his beautiful
ass. Ryan pushed his hard cock against Jer's smooth hole while I spread his
cheeks. I didn't feel bad about taking advantage of him like that. I knew
that if Jeremy had woken up while we were touching him, he gladly would
have joined in.

At around midnight, I said I needed to eat something. Ryan suggested we
prepare some of the food we had brought with us. But I insisted that I
wanted something decadent. I told him there was a dessert on the pizza
place menu that looked incredible. It was a chocolate-chocolate cake with
your choice of toppings. It was delivered warm and you applied the toppings
yourself. That way they didn't melt during the delivery.

We picked our toppings and I gave the pizza joint a call. I stepped out on
the balcony to place the order so Ryan couldn't overhear me. As Gary had
been suggested the night before, I asked specifically for him.

The man on the phone asked, "Gary? He do a good job delivering to you
before?"

I was nervous. I was sure it was odd to request a delivery boy by
name. "Yeah, he was very courteous and professional."

The man responded, "That's great to hear. He's a good kid. I'll let
Gregorio know."

As I hung up the phone, I felt my cock chubbing. I was excited about having
the delivery boy over. And I was especially looking forward to surprising
my brother by inviting him in. I had no doubt Ryan would like the boy. He
was cute as hell.

In order to be decently dressed when the delivery boy arrived, Ryan and I
put on t-shirts. He put on a pair of snug-fitting nylon gym shorts. I just
slipped my boxers on. Then, about 45 minutes later, the doorbell rang. My
heart was pounding as I walked to the door. I was excited and nervous.

I opened the door and saw the smiling face of Gary, our reliable delivery
boy. He said, "Mr. Malone. It's good to see you again."

He looked at me from head to toe. The night before, I had been wearing a
towel that had done nothing to hide my erect cock. This night, I was much
more covered up.

As he handed me the box containing the cake, he asked, "Are you and your
son enjoying your stay?"

I held the door open for him and said, "Very much. Why don't you step
inside while I get a pen to sign for this?"

His face lit up with an ear-to-ear smile. He must have known what my
invitation to step inside meant.

As soon as he crossed the threshold, he saw my brother sitting on the
couch. I casually said, "Ryan, this is Gary. He delivered our pizza last
night."

"Good to meet you, sir. Are you Mr. Malone's brother?" The kid was
sharp. He had remembered that I had said the cabin was my brother's
rental. With that background knowledge, it wasn't hard to see the family
resemblance in our faces.

They locked eyes and I was sure I saw immediate attraction. The kid was
dressed the same way he had been the night before – a white and black
Gregorio's Pizza uniform and a baseball cap with "Lakeshore High" printed
on the front.

Ryan said, "Yep, guilty as charged. Good to meet you too, Gary. My brother
has a bad habit of ordering out, doesn't he?"

Gary shrugged, "I'm happy to deliver, especially to nice customers." Smart
kid, avoiding judgment of my ordering habits and complimenting us at the
same time.

I placed the box on the entryway table and retrieved a pen. I signed the
credit card slip and handed it back to him. He shoved it into his pocket
then looked at me expectantly. He had to have been wondering what I was
planning to do.

Suddenly I felt a wave of panic. Was I making a mistake? Had Jeremy and I
misunderstood our interaction with Gary the night before? It had seemed so
obvious at the time that the kid was flirting with me and my son. But I was
suddenly unsure and genuinely worried. The last thing I wanted was to make
a suggestive move toward the kid and to have him react badly. I would have
to be careful until I had full confirmation that the boy wanted to have sex
with me and my brother.

Trying to hide my nerves, I asked, "This was your last delivery of the
night, right?"

His eyes lit up, "Yes, sir."

I said, "Do you think you could stick around to show my brother and me how
to fix this dessert up right? We've never done this type of thing before."

It wasn't really that complicated. It was just the chocolate cake and a
bunch of toppings. But it was all I could think of. I needed to establish
an excuse for him sticking around.

I picked up the box and headed to the kitchen. Gary followed behind. I
placed it on the island in the center of the kitchen. Gary stepped up to it
and stood ready to start applying toppings. As I fiddled with the box, I
tried to think of something to say that would provoke him to reveal his
intentions. But he spoke up first.

In a whisper, he asked, "With your brother here, does that mean we
can't...?"

I glanced over at him, "Can't what?"

He got a look of panic on his face. "Oh shit. I thought that was why you
asked for me to deliver." He began to fidget nervously.

I had to be sure. So, despite his discomfort, I said, "I'm pretty sure
we're on the same page, but I need to hear it from you. Why do you think I
asked for you?"

He looked me in the eyes, then down at the box he had delivered to us. He
said slowly, "To have the fun that you and your son were having last
night."

Confirmation. He had overheard me and Jeremy fucking the night before. That
was the "fun" he was referring to. With a sigh of relief, I responded,
"Yeah, that's right. And, as for my brother, if you like him, he can join
us."

His panic turned to shock, "Wait. But you guys really are brothers, aren't
you?"

I nodded.

He thought for a second, then asked, "Is the other guy really your son?"

I was surprised by the question. It hadn't dawned on me until then that he
could have thought Jeremy and I had been roleplaying our father/son
relationship. It made sense though. Jeremy wasn't my biological son, so he
didn't resemble me. And it was surely much easier to believe that we were
acting than to believe we were actually an incestuous father and son. For a
moment, I considered letting him continue to believe Jeremy and I weren't
related. But then the words just came out, "Step-son, actually."

His eyes sparkled and a huge grin took over his face. "No shit! Two
brothers and a step-son. That's fucking hot."

I smiled, "So what do you say? Interested?"

He nodded enthusiastically, "Oh my god, yes."

Ryan was still in the living room. I stepped into his view and asked him,
"You gonna join us?"

Ryan walked into the kitchen and leaned against the sink. He crossed his
arms over his muscular chest and sipped his drink while watching us. I
noticed how impressive his bulge looked in his nylon shorts.

I started opening the kitchen cabinets, "Ryan, do you know if there's a
serving plate here?"

Ryan turned around to open a cabinet above the sink. I saw the young boy
eyeing my brother's backside as he reached up to retrieve a plate. Ryan
then stepped forward to offer it to me.

I shook my head, "I don't need it. Gary does."

Together, Gary and Ryan extracted the cake from the box and placed it on
the plate. Gary then pulled out all the toppings. There were about 10 of
them, each in its own individual container. You just had to pull off the
lid and poor the contents onto the cake.

I moved next to Gary and placed my hand on his shoulder. "Shall we start?"

Gary began opening packets and spreading their contents all over the
cake. While he was doing that, I slowly moved my hand from his shoulder
down his back. I stopped when I reached his waist. I rested my hand there,
right at the top of his young ass. I felt him press back against my
hand. As he opened a packet of small wafer bars, I asked him to let me
taste one. He placed it on my tongue.

I then said, "Mmm...nice. Why don't you give Ryan the first bite of the
cake?"

Gary gave my brother a look. Ryan was continuing to watch us with
curiosity. Gary then cut off a corner of the cake and walked around the
island to give it to my brother. He held it up to Ryan's mouth.

Ryan leaned forward, opened his mouth and accepted the cake from him.

Gary remained standing right in front of Ryan while he watched my brother
eat. He placed a finger on my brother's lower lip to wipe it clean.

Ryan grabbed the boy's wrist and looked at me then at him. In a low voice,
almost a growl, he asked, "How old are you, boy?"

Gary responded, "I just turned 17, sir."

Ryan looked at me, apprehension and lust in his eyes.

I smiled and nodded. My brother and I had just discussed his desire to
experience sex with more kids that were the age of his students. I was
handing one to him on a silver platter.

Ryan looked back at Gary. Continuing to hold the boy's wrist, he asked,
"Are your parents expecting you home any time soon?"

The sexy middle-eastern teenager replied, "No, sir. I was supposed to go
out partying with friends after work. My parents don't expect me home for
hours."

I leaned against the counter as I watched my brother place his free hand on
the boy's waist. He was interested.

Ryan said, "You still have time to party with your friends, if you want to
leave now. Or you can stay here and hang out with my brother and me."

Gary turned to look at me. "What about your son? Is he going to hang out
with us too?"

I shrugged, "Maybe later. He's upstairs asleep. It's just the three of us
for now."

The boy smiled. I couldn't tell if he wanted Jeremy to join us or not. But
it didn't matter to me what he wanted. If my boy woke up, it was his
decision to join us or not. Jeremy would always be my first priority. I
would never exclude him for the sake of some random guy.

Gary looked back to Ryan and said, "I'll stay as long as you'll let me."

Ryan stared into the boy's eyes. I suspected he was debating in his mind if
he wanted to go forward with this. He then released Gary's hand and slapped
his ass. "Get me another piece of cake, boy."

I let out a huge sigh. I hadn't realized I had been holding my breath while
waiting for my brother's reaction.

As Gary retrieved a piece of the cake, Ryan smiled at me and raised his
eyebrows. He mouthed the word "Cute."

Gary's eyes were drawn to my crotch. My cockhead was peeking out of the fly
in my boxers. I was only chubbing, but it was enough for my cock to press
the fabric forward and to move into view. He asked, "Mr. Malone, do you
want a piece too?"

I shook my head, "Not right now. My brother's hungrier than I am. Make sure
he's satisfied. Oh...and call me Clint."

Gary stared at my cockhead and licked his lips. "Yes, sir...I mean Clint."
He then turned his attention back to Ryan.

My brother opened his mouth and let Gary push the cake inside. He closed
his lips on the boy's fingers and licked them clean. He then scrunched his
nose and said, "You smell like pizza. Why don't you take that shirt off?"

Gary wiped his fingers dry on his uniform, then pulled off his baseball
cap. With the cap on, it looked like he had a shaved head. But once it was
off, it was clear that only the back and the sides were shaved. On top, his
black hair was long and pulled back. As soon as the cap was off, some of it
fell forward and hung over his eyes.

He then pulled off his uniform shirt. He was wearing a wife-beater tank top
underneath it. He was skinny, with tan skin and a smattering of black hair
on the lower part of his arms and on his chest. Not as furry as Nick, but
definitely on his way to being so. I noticed again how thick his eyebrows
were and how he appeared to have a perpetual 5 o'clock shadow.

Ryan grabbed the bottom of the tank top and Gary raised his arms to allow
my brother to take it off him. Ryan threw it to the side then stared
intently at the boy's body as he studied every inch of it.

I could sense that my brother was debating whether or not to make the first
move.

Ryan asked, "Do you know what's happening here?"

Gary gave me a quick questioning look.

I nodded and gestured toward my brother.

The high schooler turned back to him and said, "Yes, sir. I do."

Ryan asked, "Have you ever done this with a grown man before?"

Gary responded, "No, sir. But I have thought about it a lot."

My brother probed, "Any man in particular?"

Gary opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

Ryan waited patiently

Gary eventually said, "Mr. Pheebs, my Civics teacher."

Ryan grinned. I was sure he liked that response. "Have you ever told
Mr. Pheebs how you feel about him?"

Gary shook his head, "No, sir. I can't do that. He's my teacher. And he's
married and has children."

Ryan chuckled and said, "You might be surprised." He paused for a moment,
then continued, "If I was Mr. Pheebs, what would you like to do with me?"

For several moments, Gary simply stared into Ryan's eyes. He was completely
speechless. Then something clicked in his head and he visibly relaxed, "I
would want to touch you. To feel your body."

Ryan nodded, "Go ahead. You can touch it."

Gary tentatively placed his hands on Ryan's arms and felt his muscular
biceps and triceps. He slid his fingers beneath the sleeves of my brother's
t-shirt to feel his shoulders.

Ryan looked at his roaming hands then lifted his t-shirt, exposing his
stomach and the lower part of his chest. Gary responded quickly by grabbing
the older man's pecs and squeezing them.

My brother asked, "Do you like the feel of a man's body, boy?"

Gary nodded, "Yes, sir. I do." He continued to explore my brother's torso
with his hands.

Ryan followed up with, "You've never been with a grown man. How about guys
your age?"

The 17-year-old nodded his head, "I've fooled around with a few
guys. Schoolmates and a guy I work with at Gregorio's."

Ryan pulled his shirt completely off and tossed it on the counter. Before
he lowered his arms, Gary placed his head in my brother's right armpit and
gave it a lick. Ryan continued to hold his arm up as he grabbed the boy's
head with his other hand and pressed on it. Gary feasted on my brother's
armpit for a few moments. He then raised Ryan's other arm and gave it the
same treatment.

When Gary finished, he said, "I like the way men smell too."

Ryan growled and pressed the boy's head to his chest. Gary began sucking on
his nipples.

While Gary was busy with his chest, Ryan waved me over, inviting me to join
them.

I shook my head. I placed two fingers to my eyes to indicate I would just
watch for now.

Ryan nodded then ran his hand through the boy's long hair.

I looked down and saw the big tent in my brother's nylon shorts. He hadn't
put on underwear and the material was doing nothing to hide his erection.

At that moment, Gary placed his hand on the bulge. As soon as his hand came
into contact with it, he exclaimed, "Oh fuck that's big!"

Ryan smiled and pressed his bulge against the boy's hand. "You can stop now
and go back to your schoolmates' boy-cocks. Or you can stay and experience
what a real man has to offer."

The expression on Gary's face had changed. Now that he realized how big
Ryan's cock was, he seemed to be a little worried, somewhat intimidated.

I decided to remove some of the intimidation by leaving them alone for a
few minutes. I said, "While he's deciding if he's up to the challenge, I'm
gonna go take a leak. I'll be back down in a minute."

I walked upstairs to check on Jeremy. He hadn't moved an inch and he was
still breathing deeply. I stepped into the bathroom and took my piss, then
I returned to my son. I stroked his hair a few times, then headed back
out. I stepped to the edge of the landing and looked down at my brother and
Gary. Ryan's shorts were all the way off and Gary was on his knees holding
my brother's thick dick. It appeared the boy was determined to see it
through. Excellent!

I continued to watch for a few minutes as Gary slowly took my brother's
cock into his mouth. He appeared to know what he was doing, but he
definitely was being challenged by my brother's thickness. Gary gagged a
few times, but he didn't give up. Within a few minutes, it was clear the
boy was being driven insane with lust by my brother. He was devouring
Ryan's cock like it was the last piece of meat he would ever have in his
mouth.

Now that Gary was completely enjoying himself, I decided to join them
again. As I stepped into the kitchen, Ryan said, "You're gonna love what
Gary just told me. He and his buddy at the pizza place have a bet going."
He grabbed Gary's long hair and pulled the boy off his cock. "Tell Clint
what it is."

Gary wiped the saliva from his lips, "We're both delivery boys. The first
one to get laid by a delivery customer wins."

I laughed, "Ha! So we're just a way for you to win a bet, are we? What's
the prize?"

He licked Ryan's big cockhead, "Winner gets to fuck the loser."

Ryan and I exchanged smiles. My brother then responded, "Looks like you're
about to win. You looking forward to fucking your coworker's ass?"

Gary nodded, "Yeah. I've never fucked anyone. I can't wait."

Ryan's smile turned to a mischievous grin, "Have you ever been fucked?"

Gary averted his gaze, looking down toward the floor. He didn't answer
immediately.

Ryan said, "Come on boy, it's nothing to be ashamed of."

Still looking at the floor, Gary responded, "Yeah. A few times."

Ryan pulled the boy to his feet, placed a finger under his chin and raised
his head until they were looking into each other's eyes. "Did you enjoy
it?"

Gary shrugged, but didn't respond.

Ryan said, "If you liked it, don't be shy about admitting it. Hell! When a
guy fucks you right, it's one of the best feelings on Earth!"

The boy studied Ryan's eyes as he gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod.

Ryan smiled as he fondled the boy's ass through his pants, "I thought
so. Nothing compares to the feeling of a cock sliding into your tight hole,
does it? Knowing that a guy is getting off inside your body... feeling his
cock massaging your insides... It's fucking amazing, isn't it?"

Gary nodded again, but this time with more confidence. Ryan was getting
through to him.

Ryan asked, "You know how lucky you are?"

Gary shook his head, clearly unsure what my brother was getting at.

Ryan continued, "You're what most men dream of. You're young, cute, and you
enjoy getting fucked. I'll bet the guys who have fucked you thought they
had the upper hand with you, didn't they? They thought that by fucking you,
they were the ones in charge. Is that right?"

Gary nodded, still looking into Ryan's eyes. He seemed mesmerized by my
brother's words.

Ryan continued, "Well, I'll fill you in on a little secret. You're the one
with the upper hand, little buddy. When they're with you, I'll bet all they
can think about is getting their cocks into your hole. They'd probably do
anything to get inside you. They're at your mercy. If you say `no,' they'll
go without getting off. Their satisfaction is entirely in your hands... or
your ass, to be exact." Ryan had placed a hand inside the boy's pants and
was fondling his ass.

Gary continued to stare into my brother's eyes. I imagined his mind looked
like the inside of a clock at that moment, wheels grinding as he processed
my brother's words.

Ryan kissed the boy's neck as he continued to fondle his ass. "When I was
your age, men wanted to fuck me all the time. It wasn't until I was older
that I realized how much power I had over them." He licked Gary's
neck. "And now that I'm even older, I'm one of them. I look at you and all
I can think about is fucking your pretty little ass." He kissed the boy's
ear, wetting it with his tongue. "Will you let me? Please?"

Gary nodded, still unable to speak.

I smiled and shook my head. My brother was working his magic like he always
did. He could convince anyone of anything. Nevertheless, I knew there was
truth to Ryan's words. Jeremy had so much power over me when it came to
sex. From the very beginning, his ass had been an object of my desire, even
before I understood it. I was only able to touch, eat, finger or fuck it
because he allowed me to. And if he ever decided to say `no' to me, he
would drive me wild with pent up need.

Ryan planted a kiss on the boy's lips. Within seconds, Gary's body went
limp as my brother's mouth and tongue gave him pleasure. When they ended
the kiss, Gary stared submissively into my brother's eyes.

Ryan then said, "Do you think you can take my big dick, boy?"

Gary was silent as he stared into Ryan's eyes for a few moments. He then
shook his head, "It's so much bigger than theirs. I don't know."

He must have been referring to his fuck buddies' dicks.

Ryan said, "There's a technique to it; one that I doubt your friends
know. They're too young to know how to treat your hole right."

Gary asked, "You'll stop if I ask you to, right? If it hurts too much,
you'll pull out?"

Ryan held up three fingers and said, "Scout's honor!"

I suppressed a laugh. Ryan had never been a boy scout, but I supposed that
didn't matter. I knew my brother wouldn't force the boy to do anything he
didn't want to do. He had an affinity for teenagers, and not just on a
sexual level. He loved educating them, mentoring them, and guiding them
into adulthood. He cared for their well-being, both physical and
emotional. He would never do anything to betray their trust in him.

Ryan added, "I doubt you'll ask me to stop though. Once you feel a man's
cock inside you, you're never going to want to play around with guys your
age again."

Gary looked down at Ryan's body, placing one hand on his muscular chest and
the other on his thick daddy dick. I was pretty sure the boy was already on
the road to preferring grown men over his fellow teenagers.

Ryan grabbed the boy's crotch. He gave it a squeeze then said, "Nice dick,
boy. Take off those pants and let me see it."

Gary got right to work taking off his uniform pants. They fell to the
floor, then he lowered his tight white briefs.

The first thing I noticed was how hairy his legs and ass were. His upper
body was darkly tanned, but below the waist, his skin was untouched by the
sun. It was much lighter, making the black hair on it much more
noticeable. I found myself wondering why some adolescent boys, like Jeremy,
remained relatively hairless, while others, like Gary, were nearly as hairy
as grown men. For the first time, I wondered if Jeremy's skin was going to
stay smooth all his life or if he eventually would become hairy. The
pre-cum that leaked from my cock as I looked at Gary's thin hairy body
confirmed for me that I liked guys either way. Hairy or smooth. It didn't
matter. As long as they were sexy, they would turn me on.

Gary's ass and legs were as skinny as the rest of his body. His hairy butt
had a nice youthful curve to it, but it was far from being the bubble butt
that Jeremy and Ryan had. Nonetheless, I was sure it was tight, warm and
silky on the inside. I raised my eyebrows suggestively at Ryan. He squeezed
the boy's ass and nodded.

Ryan looked down at the boy's penis and said, "So, do your fuck buddies
ever suck that pretty dick of yours? Or do they just go straight for your
ass?"

Ryan was no longer touching the boy's butt. He was now fondling the boy's
balls with one hand while stroking his teenage dick with the other.

Gary gasped, enjoying my brother's hands on his cock and balls, "Ricky
never sucks me. He just makes me suck him and he fucks me sometimes. Dustin
has sucked me a couple times, but he always ends up fucking me. Emilio –
he's the one who works with me – he and I have only sucked each
other. He hasn't fucked me." He paused for just a moment, then added,
"Yet." Another pause, then he finished, "He's a lot of fun. He's really
good at sucking cock and he says he likes the taste of my cum."

Ryan responded, "What about you? Do you like the taste of cum?"

Gary nodded and whispered, "Yes, sir."

Ryan kissed the boy's chest and said, "I do too. It's one of the best parts
of having sex with a guy, the liquid meal you get at the end."

Gary gave him a look of surprise, "You suck dick?"

Ryan chuckled, "Of course, boy." He then dropped to his knees and held
Gary's cock up to his mouth. "Would you like me to show you?"

Gary said nothing. He only nodded. He then let out a loud hiss as my
brother swallowed his teenage cock.

Ryan's hands were now back on the boy's ass as he held him in place while
he devoured his cock. It was quite a sight to see my muscular 35-year-old
brother on his knees sucking off a skinny 17-year-old kid. Their looks
couldn't have been any more different. It was fucking hot.

Gary closed his eyes at that point and said, "His mouth... I've never... Oh
my god... It feels so good."

I looked down and saw the boy's prick sliding in and out of my brother's
talented mouth. It was about 5" or 6" long. The thickness of the shaft was
average, though it fattened noticeably toward the top. Like the rest of the
kid's body, his crotch was very hairy, with some hair growing up the bottom
inch of his shaft.

I asked, "Never had such a good blow job before?"

Gary shook his head, "I thought Emilio was good at this. But... oh my
god... this is... amazing."

I nodded, "That's what it feels like to be with someone who knows what he's
doing." I saw my brother's hands fondling the boy's ass. "Just imagine how
good he's going to make your ass feel."

He looked at me, studying my eyes, as he enjoyed my brother's mouth and
roaming hands. I thought of Jeremy and wondered if he had ever gone through
a similar phase of trying to decide if it was OK to be a boy who liked to
get fucked. If my son had gone through such a phase, he clearly had gotten
past it. Jeremy had no misgivings about loving to get fucked. I wished my
little blond sex monster could have been there at that moment, so he could
have imparted some wisdom to his fellow teenager.

Ryan pulled the boy's cock out of his mouth and said, "You gotta taste this
cock, Clint."

I nodded, "In a little while. I'm enjoying watching."

Ryan frowned at me. I suspected he thought something was wrong.

I winked at him, "Your turn, big brother." He had allowed me to be the
center of attention in the forest earlier that day. He deserved to
experience the same thing.

Ryan winked back at me then turned his teenage sex toy around. He spread
his hairy ass cheeks and touched his hole. He then stuck out his tongue and
dove in.

A moment later, I heard the boy moan loudly.

Ryan asked, "Do your fuck buddies ever eat your ass, boy?"

Gary shook his head, "Never."

I heard slurping as Ryan licked every inch of the boy's crack. My brother
then said, "If you like the feeling of a tongue in your ass, start
insisting they do that for you before you let them fuck you."

Gary replied, "Mmmm... hmm..."

Ryan slapped the boy's ass playfully, "I mean it, boy. You have every right
to ask for what you want. Don't let those guys take advantage of you." A
few moments of silence as my brother devoured the boy's ass. "Of course,
unless it turns you on to be completely submissive to them."

At that moment, I saw pre-cum oozing out of Gary's cock. I wondered what
was turning him on so much. Ryan's tongue in his ass? The slap? The
encouragement to insist on a rim job before getting fucked? Or the
suggestion that he might simply love to be completely submissive? Whichever
it was, and it could have been a combination of them, it seriously turned
him on. He continued to leak pre-cum for several moments.

After a few minutes of feasting on the boy's ass, Ryan came up for air. He
held the cheeks apart so he could see the teenage hole. He then looked over
at me and said, "You've got to taste this sweet ass, Clint. Come on."

I shook my head, about to say, `No, I'm just watching.' But Ryan frowned at
me again and insisted I come over.

I would like to say that I did so reluctantly. But the truth was that, even
though I wasn't completely in the mood to have sex at that moment, I did
want to taste the middle-eastern boy's hole. As I walked over to them, Gary
took the opportunity to grab my cock through my fly. As I've said, I wasn't
really all that horny and I had only been chubbing. So my dick was only
semi-hard when he grabbed it. But it was hard enough to elicit a, "Fuck!
Another thick one," from our teenage boy toy.

I knelt down next to my brother and saw Gary's hole for the first time. His
crack was as hairy as the rest of his body, but his puckered red ass lips
were clearly visible in the center. I wasn't sure if that was their natural
state or if the redness was the after effect of Ryan's tongue action and
the scratchiness of his beard. I explored his hole with a finger at first,
but quickly switched to my tongue. I loved eating ass, why waste time with
my finger? It tasted good, especially with my brother's saliva spread all
over it. My cock twitched as I imagined my brother's tongue and lips
feasting on the boy's hole only moments before.

As I got lost in the pleasure of eating his ass, Gary bent over slightly. I
thought at first that it was to give me a better angle. But when I looked
up, I realized my brother was now seated on the counter and the boy was
bending over so he could suck his thick daddy dick. My brother's eyes
locked on mine and he gave me a thumbs up. I returned the gesture and
resumed burying my face in the pretty young ass.

After a few minutes, I had to get off my knees. The floor was killing
them. I stood and held Gary's hips as I lined my cock up with his ass crack
and slid it over his hole. I wasn't trying to fuck him. I was just enjoying
the simulation of the act. It felt good to rub my cock up and down his
crack, especially when it made contact with his hairy young hole.

Ryan gently pulled the boy off his cock and hopped back down to the
floor. "Let's move upstairs to the bedroom." Ryan placed a hand on Gary's
ass as he escorted the horny teenager upstairs.

As we passed the room Jeremy and I were sharing, Gary saw my beautiful boy
sleeping on the bed. He stopped to look at him and said, "I hope he wakes
up soon. He's so fucking cute."

I smiled. He was right. My boy was fucking cute. It seemed that everyone
noticed it. I was glad that he wanted Jeremy to join us. I was tempted to
wake my son up right then. But I chose not to. I wanted my brother to be
the focus of Gary's attention for as long as possible. Ryan had done so
much for me the last few weeks and he was feeling the pain of not being
with his children on this weekend that traditionally had been a
family-focused one for him. I wanted him to have as much fun as
possible. He deserved it.

I stayed behind with Jeremy. As the other two walked down the hall, I heard
Ryan say, "So tell me what else you'd like your teacher to do to you. Would
you like him to fuck you?" Their voices were fading, so I didn't hear
Gary's response. But I was sure whatever the boy said was music to my
brother's ears. Gary and Ryan were both living out a fantasy that night.

I went into the bathroom and prepared a glass of water and some
aspirin. When Jeremy woke up, I wanted him to take the pills. Hopefully,
they would help him avoid a nasty hangover.

I lay down on the bed next to him and pulled him close to me. He stirred
slightly, curling up in my arms. I gently stroked his hair and his cheek as
I admired his beauty. I thought about how satisfying it would be to share a
bed with him every night, sleeping in one another's arms. If I could have
the joy of touching my boy's skin each night as I fell asleep, I would be
the happiest man on Earth. If I could wake up occasionally in the middle of
the night and make love to my son, I'd be the most content father in the
world. If I could wake up every morning to see Jeremy lying next to me, I
would be the luckiest lover of all time.

I sighed deeply. I knew that none of those would be possible. The conjugal
bliss that Jeremy and I were experiencing was only temporary. We would be
going back home in a couple days and that meant I would be returning to my
wife, Jeremy's mother. For a few moments, I allowed myself to fantasize
about telling her about me and her son. She would throw me out of her house
and I would take Jeremy with me. We would move in with Ryan and the three
of us would enjoy a unique and very satisfying relationship.

I smiled as a multitude of images ran through my head. Images of us having
orgies with men and adolescent boys, followed by gentle love making in bed
at night. Images of the three of us sharing glory holes in the public
bathrooms. Images of us fucking in public places. Images of me lying in bed
with Ryan on one side of me and Jeremy on the other.

I closed my eyes as I enjoyed those fantasies and slowly fell asleep.

I woke up to the sensation of Jeremy moving in my arms. I opened my eyes
and saw that my beautiful young lover was awake.

Jeremy groaned, "My head is pounding."

I gave him an understanding nod, "I imagine it is." I then reached for the
water and aspirin. "Here, Baby, take these."

He swallowed the pills then placed the glass on the night stand.

I said, "Drink all the water. You need to hydrate."

After finishing the water, he crawled into my arms and fell back to sleep.

I was unable to fall asleep again. The fantasies that previously had
relaxed me were no longer having a calming effect. I was now becoming
anxious about returning home. None of what I dreamt of could ever come
true. I could never leave Beth and take Jeremy with me. There was no
logical way for a man to gain custody of his step-son after he divorced his
mother.

Divorce? Holy crap! How could I even be contemplating that word? Beth and I
had a good thing. We loved one another. We had built a life together. Aside
from the lack of frequent sex – an issue with which nearly all married
couples dealt – our relationship was fine. Was it perfect? No, but how
many people had a perfect relationship? Beth had done nothing to deserve
having me leave her. It had all been me. I had cheated on her. And, even
though I had initially convinced myself that I wasn't really cheating since
I was fucking with men, not women, I had done the one thing that could not
be rationalized away. I had fallen in love with my lover – her son. If I
were to be selfish and abandon her so I could be with Jeremy, the pain I
would cause her would be immense. She did not deserve that pain.

Then I thought of Jeremy, whose warm body felt so good in my arms. He was
young and impressionable. Everyone knew that teenagers often fell in love
easily. But that love was usually short-lived. As they grew into adulthood
and began to experience new things and to meet new people, they almost
always forgot about their teenage romances and moved onto new relationships
with better foundations. Was I a fool to think that leaving my wife for
Jeremy was a good idea at all? The odds were against us staying together
for long. He would be going to college in a couple years where he
undoubtedly would meet guys his age with interests similar to his own. It
was just a matter of time before Jeremy found a true life-partner, one more
appropriate for him than his step-father who was twice his age.

A tear formed in my eye as I imagined losing Jeremy to someone else. I had
told him on a few occasions that he should find a boy his age to date. But
now that I understood my feelings for my son, I found it hard to feel good
about letting him go. I wasn't threatened by the numerous sex partners he
and I likely would have in the future. In fact, the idea of seeing Jeremy
experience other men was still as exciting to me as it had been
before. But, the idea of him falling in love with one of them and leaving
me was something I feared. I feared it, and yet I knew deep down that it
was the right thing.

Ryan's appearance in the doorway thankfully pushed those thoughts from my
mind. "Hey, you going to join us? Gary's asking if you're going to fuck him
too."

My brother's muscular body was covered in a layer of sweat and his thick
cock was extra shiny, presumably from the lube that was spread all over
it. I felt a tingling in my groin. I wanted to see him fucking the boy. I
wanted to see my brother in the throes of sexual ecstasy as he released his
potent seed deep inside Gary's adolescent hole.

I was about to respond, but Jeremy answered. "Gary? The pizza guy? Is he
here?"

He rolled out of my embrace and propped himself up on his elbows.

Ryan replied, "The dead have awoken! How are you feeling?"

Jeremy wiped the sleep from his eyes and said, "I've been better. At least
my head is no longer pounding."

I got up to refill his glass with water. When I stepped back in the room,
Ryan was sitting on the bed, speaking in low tones with Jeremy. They were
talking about Gary and my brother didn't want the delivery boy to overhear
it.

Jeremy was nonchalantly fondling his uncle's cock and pecs while they
discussed the situation with the high schooler. He turned to me and said,
"I want to fuck Gary with Uncle Ryan, Dad. Can I?"

I grinned and rolled my eyes. My son was always ready for sex. The bodily
discomfort caused by too much alcohol wasn't enough to dampen his sex
drive. "You never have to ask me permission to have sex with someone,
Jer. Especially when your uncle is inviting you."

Jer looked into Ryan's eyes, then into mine. "I love you guys."

Ryan ran his fingers through Jer's blond hair. "We love you too, little
buddy." He then looked at me and asked, "You joining now?"

I nodded, "Yeah, I'll be right behind you guys. Go on. I just need to use
the restroom."

Jeremy said, "Wait. I gotta wash my mouth first." He jumped off the bed and
ran into the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and rinsed with mouthwash. He
stepped back into the bedroom and said, "Ready!"

He gave me a kiss and groped my cock. "Don't take too long, Dad. You might
miss all the fun!"

Then he and Ryan headed to the master bedroom.

I stepped into the bathroom and took a wicked piss. Then I rinsed my mouth
with mouthwash. While I was doing this, I allowed my mind to go back to
what I had been thinking about before Ryan appeared. But now, Ryan's
statement, `We love you too, little buddy' was added to the mix. Maybe I
was reading more into it than I should have been, but that phrase seemed to
be saying many things, not the least of which was that Ryan felt
comfortable speaking for both of us. It felt like a confirmation that he
too saw his and my relationship as a special partnership and that he agreed
with my earlier statement about us both having Jeremy. Both of us loved my
son. He was our boy.

It was all so fucking complicated and confusing. It was also exciting. I
looked in the mirror and told myself, "Stop thinking, Clint. Just
enjoy. There will be time enough for thinking when you get back home."

Of course, faithful reader, you know me well by now. That was not the last
time I got lost in my head during that weekend.

I headed over to Ryan's room and grinned when I saw my two guys enjoying
our middle-eastern boy toy.

Gary was on his side with one leg raised up. Ryan was holding that leg as
he pushed his thick cock in and out of the boy's ass. By the speed of
Ryan's fucking, it was clear the high schooler had gotten used to its
thickness and was now fully enjoying himself. Meanwhile, Jeremy was
standing at the edge of the bed feeding Gary his teenage cock. Ryan and
Jeremy were holding hands, each of them looking down at their cocks
plugging Gary's holes.

I moved one of the chairs to a position with the best view, then sat down
and groped my chubbing cock while I enjoyed the show.

Jeremy looked over at me and smiled. God I loved that boy! He then looked
down at my crotch and licked his lips. Yeah, I knew my son was hungry for
another serving of my ball juice. But he would have to wait. I was still
not completely up for sex. I was content just to watch.

I also had another motive for refraining from joining. My brother was
having an amazing time allowing himself to fuck a teenage boy. Now he had
two. And, although he had been with Jeremy several times before, that
didn't detract from the fact that this was the night on which Ryan had
broken through the wall that had been keeping him from giving in to his
real desires. For years, he had been secretly yearning to touch the young
bodies of his teenage students. Now, with two adolescents right at his
fingertips, I hoped he would go wild. And to top it off, both he and Gary
were sharing their teacher/student sex fantasy.

Over the next few minutes, Gary turned onto his back and spread his legs to
the side. Ryan continued to fuck his young hole while Jeremy continued to
push his pearly white cock in and out of the hirsute teenager's mouth.

Ryan then asked Jeremy to get up on the bed. Jeremy did and Ryan maneuvered
him so my boy was on his knees straddling Gary's face and his ass was
facing Ryan. My brother then leaned forward and began eating his nephew's
hole while he continued to fuck our boy toy's ass. They remained in that
position for several minutes, with Gary occasionally lifting his head to
suck on Jeremy's amazing cock.

Then Jeremy turned around, squatting over Gary's face and kissing Ryan. My
boy moaned into Ryan's mouth as he ground his ass into the hook-nosed kid's
face. I imagined Gary was getting a taste of my son's tiny hole.

I asked, "Hey Gary, have you ever eaten an ass before?"

Jeremy lifted his ass off the boy's face so he could talk. Gary said, "No,
sir. This is my first time."

I winked at Jeremy and said, "Believe me when I say, you've chosen the most
amazing ass to start with."

Jeremy winked back at me, then shoved said ass right back into Gary's face
and resumed kissing my brother.

I watched for a few minutes more, then decided I wanted an up-close view. I
walked over to Jeremy's side of the bed and placed my hands on his bubble
cheeks. Gary had his hands underneath my son's legs, most likely trying to
control the alignment and pressure of Jeremy's ass.

Jeremy, realizing I was touching him, leaned back to kiss me. "You want to
fuck me, Dad?"

"Always, Baby. But I can wait. Keep enjoying your uncle and Gary." I gave
his right butt cheek a playful bite.

I then walked around to the other side of the bed so I could see my
brother's fucking action. As soon as his ass came into view, I gasped. It
was one of the most beautiful sights I had ever laid my eyes on. My
brother's muscular ass looked incredible at that angle. He was on his
knees, with his legs slightly spread, so his crotch was at the same height
as Gary's ass. The boy's legs were resting on Ryan's thighs. The spread of
Ryan's legs was at just the right angle to pull his ass cheeks far enough
apart to reveal his hole. As my brother pumped in and out of the teenage
boy's ass, I was mesmerized by the beauty of his muscular ass cheeks. They
were so fucking round, so fucking firm. And the most enticing part of the
view was his winking butt hole.

My body shivered all over. I had to fuck my brother. My cock was
hardening. I was finally ready to stop watching.

I stepped up to the bed and placed my middle finger on Ryan's hole. My sexy
brother pushed back, forcing the tip of my finger to enter, then he pushed
forward, fucking the boy again. For several thrusts, he repeated that
action. Fucking himself on my finger, then fucking the boy's ass below him.

He eventually stopped kissing Jeremy so he could lean back and kiss me. Our
tongues met as we enjoyed that taboo brotherly kiss that we enjoyed so
much. He then whispered to me. "Are you finally going to fuck me?"

I nibbled on my brother's bearded jaw as I whispered, "I want to, but I
don't want to take you away from your fun with the boys."

Ryan moaned and whispered back, "I will always prefer you over any other
guy." We silently rubbed our heads together. Then he added, "But I don't
have to stop fucking him. Make a sandwich out of it."

Schwing! If my cock hadn't been fully hard before, it surely was then!

We kissed again as I began to finger his hole in earnest. Jeremy stepped
around and handed me the bottle of lube. How the hell had he figured out
what was going on? My son was so adept at reading clues during sexual
encounters, surely a skill honed in the risky sex situations he was
accustomed to.

I applied the lube to my finger, then reinserted it.

Meanwhile, my step-son pulled my cock and balls through the fly of my
boxers and began sucking. Ahhhh... my favorite mouth. Whenever Jeremy's
lips and tongue were pleasuring my rod, I was in daddy heaven.

Jeremy sucked my cock and licked my balls as I continued to prepare my
brother's ass for penetration. Ryan's hole was as tight as always, but it
was slowly relaxing. Within a short amount of time, I had three fingers
sliding in and out of him.

At that point, Jeremy knew it was time to release his favorite suck toy and
let me do what I wanted – no, needed – to do.

I lined my cockhead up to Ryan's hole. I was about to warn my brother, but
he seemed to know it was my cock as soon as it touched his ass lips. He
stopped mid-fuck, his thick cock still buried inside the teenager's ass. I
pressed forward. As soon as my head passed his ass lips and entered his
tight man hole, I felt jolts of electricity flow throughout my body. As I
pushed further inside, I felt his amazing silky walls massage my shaft. I
gently bit his neck as I tried to hold back a scream of ecstasy.

When my cock was about half-way inside, Ryan began fucking. Fucking Gary
and fucking himself on my cock. Forward into Gary's ass, backward onto my
shaft. With each thrust, my cock went deeper inside him.

Jeremy got onto the bed and watched, stroking his long dick while he played
with his low-hanging balls. His eyes were fixated on our pelvic region, but
he eventually looked up at my face. As soon as our eyes locked, he said,
"Oh my god, Dad. You're really fucking him. That's so... oh my
god... that's so hot."

Gary said, "Huh? Your dad's fucking me? I didn't feel..." He didn't finish
the thought. As soon as he saw the position Ryan and I were in, he realized
who was fucking whom. He looked at Ryan and said, "You really do get
fucked?"

My brother pulled my left arm over his chest and held me tight. "I told
you, boy. Getting fucked feels great. Those of us who like it are the lucky
ones, aren't we?"

Both Jeremy and Gary said, "Yes!" at the same time.

As I slid my cock inside Ryan's hole, I felt like the lucky one. I
understood what my brother was saying and why he was saying it. But of all
the guys in the room, I felt like the luckiest. I had three sexy guys, all
of whom wanted me to fuck them. Could it possibly get better than that?

I laughed and said, "I'd say I feel like I'm missing out, but honestly, I
wouldn't give up this feeling for anything." My eyes rolled back in my head
as Ryan sat back on my cock. God his ass felt great!

Over the next several minutes, Ryan kept his ass perfectly still and
allowed me to do the fucking. I thrust in and out of his tight ass,
enjoying every tight inch of his love tunnel.

It was clear that the three-way fuck was no longer working, now that Ryan
couldn't concentrate on fucking Gary. He was too distracted by my brother
cock inside his sweet hole. So Gary extricated himself from beneath Ryan's
body and moved around. To my surprise, he looked at my son – who was
still stroking himself while watching his father and uncle fuck – and
lifted his legs. He said, "You want to fuck me next?"

Jeremy nodded quickly and moved into position. Ryan pulled him into a kiss,
then pushed my son's head back toward me so I could do the same. Then we
let our boy focus on mounting the pizza delivery boy.

With my cock deep inside my brother's ass, the two of us stopped fucking so
we could watch our young lover. I pulled Ryan tightly against me and
whispered in his ear, "Isn't he beautiful?"

Ryan rubbed his hairy cheek against mine, "Yeah, he is."

Jeremy lined his cock up to Gary's well-fucked hole. But before pushing
inside, he leaned over and kissed his fellow teenager. Within an instant,
they began ravaging each other with kisses and running their hands over one
another's young body. They seemed to be overwhelmed with hunger for each
other. It was an exciting thing to watch two young boys experiencing each
other in completely instinctual ways.

For a quick moment, I thought, `Jeremy is attracted to younger guys too!
There is hope for him finding a boyfriend his own age.' I then shook my
head. I would not allow my mind to drag myself into those painful
thoughts. Not in the heat of the action.

I whispered to Ryan, "I want to look into your eyes while I fuck you. Would
you get on your back?"

Ryan was off my cock and on his back before I could finish the
question. His smile was magical as he, like the teenage boy next to him,
lifted his legs and offered his hole.

The boys stopped kissing as they watched us men do the same thing they were
doing, albeit with more finesse, more measured passion, and more genuine
affection. I kissed my brother deeply as he caressed my back with his
strong fingers. And as my thick cock found its way back into his hole, he
moaned loudly, "Yes, Clint. This is how I've always wanted it."

I didn't look for the boys' reaction. I didn't care if they understood what
my brother was saying. Hell! The fact that we were incestuous brothers was
already enough of a shock for Gary. Who the hell cared if he also
understood that my brother had wanted me to make love to him for most of
his life? And even more importantly, who the hell cared if he could see in
my eyes that I wanted to make love to my brother just as badly? I wanted to
look into Ryan's eyes as I penetrated his hole, to kiss him as I gave both
of us pleasure with the thrusting of my cock, to eventually release my
seed, leaving a part of me inside him for his body to absorb.

After a few moments, the intensity lessened and we settled into a smooth
fuck session. My cock slid in and out of his rectum and he squeezed and
relaxed at just the right times.

The boys next to us started to do the same. I turned to see that Jeremy was
mimicking my actions. At first it was just a suspicion. But, each time I
changed the angle of my cock, or the position of my body, or the speed of
my thrusts, Jeremy immediately did the same. My chest swelled with
pride. My son was actually learning how to fuck by watching me do so. I
knew it wasn't his first time fucking – in fact he had fucked Chris in
front of me only a week before. But it was clear he hadn't done it often,
so he was looking to me for ideas on how to improve his technique. I smiled
as I asked myself, `How many fathers get to say they've shown their boy how
to fuck?'

I reached over and pulled Jeremy's head to mine. I kissed him deeply then
said, "I like the way you look... you know... fucking him."

He smiled, "I like seeing you fuck Uncle Ryan."

We kissed and both placed a hand on each other's butt at the same time. We
found each other's hole and played with it. I looked into my son's
mesmerizing gray eyes and said, "Let's make these guys feel good!"

I turned my attention back to Ryan. He was smiling as he jacked his cock
with one hand and explored my torso with the other. I placed my hands on
his chest and felt the thickness and the hardness of his pecs and abs. I
then ran my hands over his shoulders, and down his thick arms. I grasped
the hand he was using to feel my body. He continued to jack his thick cock
with the other.

I used all my leverage to push my cock as deep inside my brother's ass as I
could. His body tensed up and he squeezed my hand so tightly I worried he
would break it. I then pulled back and he relaxed.

I turned him onto his right side and held his left leg up as I fucked him
sideways. Jeremy mimicked my movement, though he turned Gary the opposite
way. So now Gary and Ryan were facing each other. We moved closer to each
other so the two guys on the bottom could kiss. They did so as soon as
their faces were close enough to touch. Jeremy and I took that opportunity
to kiss for a few moments too.

Jeremy whispered in my ear, "Do you want to switch?"

I was curious about fucking Gary, but I was really enjoying making love to
my brother. I decided to let Ryan choose. "Let me check."

I gently pushed Ryan onto his back again and bent over to kiss him. He
welcomed my tongue, grabbing both sides of my mouth and holding on
tight. After a few moments, I began to ask, "Would you like us to..."

Ryan interrupted me, "No, I want you to stay inside me. I am close to
cumming."

I was too.

I turned to Jeremy and shook my head. He smiled and nodded in return. He
continued to plow his middle-eastern fuck hole.

Ryan grabbed his cock again and continued to jack himself off.

I resumed kissing him as I picked up the pace of my thrusts. His ass was so
warm, silky and tight. His body felt so big and hard. His face was so
mind-blowingly handsome. His tongue was a rod of sexual electricity. We
stared into each other's eyes as the intensity built. Then, as I felt my
balls tingle, the sign that they were releasing their batter, I said, "I
love you, brother."

At that very moment, I felt a flood of warm liquid spread over my stomach
as my brother released his hot load. He said, "Oh god, Clint. I love you
too."

We resumed kissing as I flooded his insides with my brotherly cum and he
covered our torsos with his own.

It was an intense orgasm for me. My body continued to spasm for several
seconds after my cock had stopped releasing its seed. My toes were curled,
I was breathing hard and I continued to kiss and caress my brother's
body. It was one of those orgasms that would have made a straight couple
confident that they had just made a baby. Every element of it felt right,
good, amazing, satisfying.

We kissed passionately for a few minutes as we both recovered from our
intense orgasms. Then we broke the kiss and stared into one another's
eyes. Ryan eventually said, "I hope you fuck me like that often."

I glanced over at Jeremy, who was busy fucking Gary's ass with all his
might, and said, "It's going to be tough to keep both of you satisfied." I
then raised three fingers and said, "I promise to do my best. Scout's
honor!"

I rolled onto my back, now lying between Gary and Ryan. I scooped up some
of Ryan's cum from his stomach and tasted it. I then scooped up some more
and fed it to Gary. The boy licked my fingers clean. Then I scooped a large
amount up and offered it to my son. As soon as his lips wrapped around my
fingers and tasted his uncle's sperm, his body began jerking and he began
squealing. I pulled my hand out of his mouth and he squealed louder. I
turned to Gary and said, "I think my son is knocking you up."

The teenage boy flashed his beautiful smile, "Yeah, it's awesome!"

I watched Jeremy's face contort and his body tense as he flooded the
delivery boy's ass with his cum. It was a joy to see my son experiencing
sexual ecstasy. He clearly enjoyed fucking a tight ass as much as I did. As
I pondered that thought, I wondered if he would ever want to fuck me. The
idea of letting a cock enter my ass made me cringe. It wasn't something I
was interested in trying. But, if Jeremy asked me for it, would I deny him
the pleasure? No, I would not deny him. I would suffer through it. I would
do anything to make my boy happy.

I closed my eyes and prayed that he would never ask.

I opened my eyes again and saw Jeremy collapse onto Gary's chest. The two
boys began kissing as my son recovered from his satisfying orgasm.

I turned back to Ryan, who was lying peacefully on his back. I saw the cum
dripping from his thick cock and went for it. I took his deflating dick
into my mouth and sucked, trying to extract every drop of his baby batter
from his balls. I even massaged them to encourage them to release more. I
was rewarded with a couple more drops direct from the oven.

Satisfied that Ryan's balls had no more juice to give, I released his cock
and turned back to the boys. Gary was the only one who had not cum
yet. Jeremy was kissing and stroking him. They then began to whisper and
Jeremy said, "Sounds awesome."

My son then said to me and Ryan, "Can Gary jerk off over our faces?"

I chuckled, "Sure, sounds good to me."

We moved so we were in a peace-symbol formation, the top of our heads all
next to each other's. Gary stepped over me, straddled my waist, grabbed my
semi-hard cock and sat on it. Despite not being very hard, it slid inside
his open hole. His anal walls were slick with lube. If I hadn't just cum, I
was sure I would have enjoyed fucking the hell out of the young boy's warm
ass. Gary seemed to understand that I was unable to fuck him, as he just
sat there and jerked, enjoying the feeling of my cock inside his hungry
hole.

As he jacked his pretty young dick, I explored his body with my hands. I
felt his legs, his ass, his balls, his stomach, his chest and his
arms. When I reached his face, he bent over and kissed me. His technique
was as amateurish as one would expect from a teenager. As I tried to show
him how to kiss slowly and passionately, I suddenly remembered how he had
reacted when Ryan had first kissed him. His whole body had gone limp and he
had looked at my brother submissively. I asked, "Have you ever kissed a guy
before tonight?"

His response was similar to the one he gave to all our questions about his
experience. He said nothing and averted his gaze.

I pulled him back into a kiss, then said, "You're very good at it. I'm just
curious if you have kissed your friends?"

He shook his head, "No, I have tried to kiss them, but they don't want
to. They say it's too gay."

I said to my brother, "So, Ryan. You were Gary's first kiss."

Ryan responded, "That explains why it was so good."

Gary's faced beamed with happiness. I smiled up at him. I was glad to have
been part of the trio of guys who had given him his first truly intimate
sexual experience.

A few moments later, Gary started grunting. He then stood and began
shooting his teenage spooge all over our faces. I had no idea how much was
landing on my brother and my son. But there were at least three strands of
it on my face, one of which had landed on my mouth. I quickly ate the thick
sweet-tasting teenage sperm. He finished shooting but remained standing
over us, shaking his cock, spreading every bit of ball juice he had onto
our faces.

When he was done, he whooped and said, "That looks so fucking hot!"

He then dropped himself to the bed between me and Ryan. He placed a hand on
my brother's chest, enjoying his muscular body for the last time while he
licked Ryan's face clean with his tongue.

I rolled over and pulled my favorite young boy into my arms. We scooped the
jizz off our faces and fed it to one another. Then we dispensed with the
fingers and simply licked each other's face clean, just like Gary was doing
to Ryan.

Moments later, every bit of man juice was safely inside our stomachs or our
bowels.

I sat up and said, "Who wants cake?"

We all made our way downstairs and devoured the entire dessert. We had
worked up quite an appetite. Gary began dressing while we finished up the
crumbs.

Ryan asked, "Hey, so how are you going to prove to your buddy that you won
the bet? We didn't take any pictures."

Gary pulled on his uniform shirt and grinned, "I'm not going to tell
him. I'm going to let him win."

Jeremy, who was sitting on the counter, gave me a confused look. He wasn't
aware of the bet.

I winked at him. "It seems that, given the choice between getting fucked
and fucking, Gary here has decided he would rather get fucked."

Ryan high-fived Gary, "That's it, buddy. Take charge and own it." He then
placed his big hand on the boy's ass. "But remember, with great power comes
great responsibility."

We all broke out in laughter.

Ryan turned to us and gave us a hurt look, "Why the mockery?"

Jeremy said, "Seriously, Uncle Ryan? You're quoting Spider Man at this
moment?"

Ryan shrugged and grinned, "Hey, good quotes are good quotes!"

Several minutes later, we said our goodbyes to Gary. Then the three of us
cleaned up the kitchen and headed upstairs. Ryan showered in his room,
while Jeremy and I showered together in ours. Jeremy was so excited about
what we had just done that he spent the entire time in the shower
recounting nearly every moment of the encounter without taking a breath.

We dried off and crawled into bed. I wrapped my arms around my son and
hugged him tight. We sat quietly in one another's arms for a few minutes,
simply enjoying one another's touch.

Then my brother appeared in the doorway.

Without saying a word, Jeremy and I moved a few inches to make space for my
brother on the other side of me.

Ryan turned off the light and got into the bed. He wrapped his arms around
me, spooning me from behind.

As I lay there, with my arms wrapped around my son and my brother's arms
wrapped around me, I smiled. This was just like I had fantasized.

It was a bittersweet moment, however. I was painfully aware of the fact
that we probably never would have the opportunity to sleep together like
that again. Hector would be arriving the following evening and he would be
spending the night in the cabin. No matter how things went with him, I
could not imagine a scenario in which Ryan, Jeremy and I would end the
night sleeping together. Not with Hector in the cabin with us. Best-case
scenario, Hector would be sleeping with Ryan in his room and Jeremy would
be sleeping with me. Worst-case scenario, Hector would spend the night
alone and we'd all be sleeping in separate rooms.

Well...maybe the worst-case scenario was Hector leaving in disgust, which
would give the three of us one more night to sleep together. But I was
hoping our plan for dealing with him would not fail that badly.

End of Chapter 23.