Date: Sun, 21 Aug 2011 16:34:05 -0700 (PDT) From: Jason Gardham Subject: Chapter 3 "I Love My Brother" This story involves incest between brothers, fathers, sons, and school chums. If this isn't your cup of tea, that`s fine, different strokes for different folks. If you're not of legal age to be on this site, please don't be here. Each state and locale has laws and regulations that must be adhered to. A lot of this story is true, Grey's Pool Hall did belong to my grandfather, it was located on the corner of Washington and Exchange streets, and yes I was on the swim team, and yes, we had to swim naked. My dad was gorgeous, he not only laid bricks for a living, but also fought Golden Gloves. He learned to shoot pool by standing on an orange crate in grandpa's pool hall at the age of five. In his twenties he played Minnesota Fats and won. I can be reached at gardham1@yahoo.com. I would like to take a second to thank all of you have taken the time to write with encouraging comments. Nifty readers are the best. Jason I Love My Dad Chapter 3 Several months passed, Trent and I have graduated. Grandpa hired us both to run his pool hall following a mild heart attack. Nate had moved in with dad with everyone's blessing. What an unusual small town this was. It seemed bigotry was an unknown element even within the neighborhood churches. Trent and I bought a small bungalow with a nice yard and room for a garden, which was one of my passions. It was close enough for us to walk to work or most anywhere else in town. After grandpa's second heart attack, Trent and I insisted he move in with us so we could keep an eye on him. Gramps would come down to the pool hall and hold court with his old friends, and it seemed that everyone was his friend. It was good to have him where Trent and I could keep an eye on him, making sure he wasn't doing something too strenuous. We had a power chair installed in the basement stairwell allowing him access without climbing the stairs. He fussed like a five-year-old being forced to take cod-liver oil, but we noticed he always had a big grin on his face when he used it. Mother and dad remained close friends. It appeared that there was a deep love between them that defied explanation. She loved Nathan dearly and was happy that he and dad had found each other. Mother never remarried. She started stopping down to the pool hall and sitting with grandpa. When we were exceptionally busy mom even waited tables. She seemed happier than I ever remember seeing her. If there's one thing I've learned in life it's that families are interesting little clans brought together by love, friends, soul-mates, and I believe a spiritual awareness of one another`s needs. I've often wondered about Taylor Caldwell's statement in her book coauthored by Jess Stern, "Search For A Soul," concerning her belief that she and her husband had followed each other through multiple lifetimes. Something to ponder. Mike graduated from medical school and opened his office in an old farm just on the outskirts of town. He managed to stop in and check on grandpa at the pool hall every week. Gramps put up such a ruckus that he managed to have everyone's attention, and we all knew that's why he did it. He loved every minute of the attention and made darn sure everyone knew his grandson, the `doctor' was here. He always referred to Mike as Doc, and soon so did everyone in town. The `Cellar' as it became known, stayed active, so active it's a wonder we weren't raided,. Considering about two-thirds of the cops in the county hung out with us, I guess we were pretty safe. Trent and I became involved in more sexual activities as time went on, and as we experimented. We even started wearing butt-plugs while we worked in anticipation of the evenings activities. During the hot muggy summer evenings, Trent and I worked shirtless and I swear business increased twofold nearly over night. In order to stay within the fire marshals codes with crowds getting larger, we started to open the cellar six evenings a week. Dad and Nate ran things Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays. Trent and I did the night shift Wednesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays. And yes, the fire marshal was one of our best customers, along with about 90 percent of the fireman in town and surrounding area. And you can toss in more than a few State Highway Patrolmen. Speaking of Highway Patrolmen, Trent and I got into some hot games with some of the law enforcement boys. We both were into being handcuffed and shackled in the dungeon room while patrolmen played bad cop, good cop. The officer playing bad cop would piss on us while yelling at us to confess our crimes. The good cop would kneel down and lick our balls and cocks as he worked his way up to our nipples where he'd lick and nibble while pleading with us to confess. Trent and I both would hold our ground refusing to tell them anything. The bad cop would remove one handcuff and ankle-shackle before flipping us over onto our stomachs and taking his belt to our asses. We still refused to confess. The good cop licked our sore ass cheeks, rimming our holes before licking up our backs and nibbling on our earlobes as he begged us to tell them everything they wanted to know. We'd scream, "You bastards will never make us talk." Bad cop slapped my ass hard before running a gloved finger covered in lube up my asshole. I'd scream and yell, asking if that's all he had. He dropped his pants and hauled out the bigger cock I've ever seen, it must have been ten and half inches if not more. He yelled back, "Yeah, I got more and you're about to discover how much more." Good cop would say, "No Len, no! You'll tear him apart with that monster cock of yours." Len would tell his partner Gordon that I was asking for it and he was going to give it to me. Trent would start screaming, "Stop, you slimy pig, leave my lover alone." Len shoved a pillow under my stomach raising my ass up for easier entry. Gordon shoved a large glob of lube up my hole before he sucked Len's cock getting it nice and wet with spit before lubing it up. Len pushed my legs apart as he knelt between them. I felt the head of his monster cock rubbing over my rosebud. He shoved in slowly, I couldn't believe it when my sphincter opened up and let him in. He hesitated giving me time to adjust to his size before pushing in another couple of inches. I turned my head enough to see Gordon ramming his tongue up my lover's hole. Trent was squirming in delight, having a hard time playing his role as an abused captive. Len pushed in another couple inches of his huge cock. If it hadn't been for being fucked on a regular basis by Nate's big dick I would never have been able to take Len's monster. As the saying goes, "If at first you don't suck-seed, suck-and-suck until you do suck-seed." And I was determined I was going to take all of Len's ten and half inches of succulent cock. Len paused for a few seconds before sliding in all the way. I felt his bull balls hit my ass. Trent gave me a big grin as he watched. He knew I was determined to get fucked by the patrolman's huge cock. He mouthed, "Way to go Ned, that's my man." Len started to pull out and slide back in gently before picking up speed and slamming into my ass with heated passion. I loved it. My cock was rubbing against the pillow Len had slipped beneath me. I was about ready to blow my load when I felt Len slam in so deep his hot load of jism must have shot directly into my stomach. Blast after blast of his cop spunk filled my guts. I was beginning to think he wasn't ever going to stop when he laid on my back covered in sweat, trying to catch his breath. It took several minutes before his cock soften enough for him to pull out of my well stretched hole, followed by a steady stream of his cum. Trent and Gordon were there licking Len's cock clean and lapping up his load as it flowed from my hole and down my legs. I was totally exhausted, and totally satisfied. What a trip that was. Gordon pushed Trent's legs up and fucked his sweet ass with abandon. I knelt by his head and let Trent suck my cock into his throat, he loved sucking cock and getting fucked at the same time. As I leaned over to sixty-nine with him I felt my ass being invaded once again by Len's cock. This time it slid in easy. Apparently Len recuperated as quickly as I did, and was ready for another go around. By the time Gordon reached his climax and unloaded his seed in Trent's ass, I lost my load down his throat. Seconds later he shot his sweet cum into my mouth at just about the same time Len let loose with his second load up my ass. I was going to be lucky if I could walk again for days. And trust me, I did walk funny for several days, loving the memory each painful step brought back. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Life for the next few years was exciting and wonderful for all involved. But as all you readers know, life changes with each new day. The next few paragraphs are for those of you who have contacted me. Grandfather died a few short years later shoveling snow. It was my first real heartbreak. He left the pool hall to Trent and I as equal owners, I guess he knew we'd be together for life. (We sold the business and moved west in our late twenties. We both graduated university, Trent became a software specialist for Honeywell and wrote software that flies the 777, The new Dreamliner by Boeing, and the French Airbus. I graduated at the top of my class with a 4.0 from Arizona State University, and Chapman University in Orange California. We're both retired now.) My second heartbreak came not many years later when my dad died from Mesothelioma, he died in my arms. If you remember back then asbestos was widely used in homes and businesses as a fire retardant, the main cause of Mesothelioma. Ten years later my brother Gerald passed away from stomach cancer leaving his wife and five children. The third heartbreak in my life and one of the most difficult for me. He never stopped being my big brother even in adulthood. I loved him with all my heart. Mother lived to be 94, and passed away last February 12th. I sat by her bedside for five days holding her hand and praying for her. In all that time she had not opened her eyes. That last day, I kissed her, held her hand, closed my eyes, and asked God to take care of her for me. I opened my eyes and looked into her beautiful blue eyes as she looked directly at me. I told her I love her, kissed her, she closed her eyes one last time and was gone. I miss her terribly. A year and nine months ago my brother Mike, who is mentioned in the story had a stroke that paralyzed his left side. He spend six weeks hospitalized and is still working to improve his mobility. Trent and I looked after him until he was home and able to get around. In the six weeks he was hospitalized he wife never once came to visit him, that's all that needs to be said about her. If you remember in the story he was in college. He became a very successful doctor. Mike lives in the mountains about a hour and a half north of Trent and I. We visit often and have great adventures together in Arizona's high country. God carried me through those tragedies. My faith and trust in God was always a part of me even as a small child. Trent was always with me, his love gave me strength. We'll celebrate our 36th anniversary this coming Dec. 19th. Thanks for all your great e-mails, they mean more than you know. Best wishes to all. Jason (Ned) and Al (Trent)