Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2007 22:51:10 -0700 (PDT) From: sammy garvin Subject: Little Jakie Likes Butt, Installment 3 Saturday mornings at the D'Amico house routinely got off to a slow start. Normally, the oldest D'Amico son, Troy, would drop by the house around noon to catch a Mets game on the tube with Pop and Mitch, while Ma D'Amico would take the day to shop or catch a show with her girlfriends. Pops would hang out all day in his sweats, drinking beer and/or puttering around in his "office", the woodshed out back. But on this day, a rainy April Saturday, Troy stopped in a little early because his wife, Jeannie, was driving him up a tree and he just had to get out of the house. Troy D'Amico owned his own drywall business which kept him busy, even on the weekends, so he could always use "business" as an excuse to get away from his wife and three-year old daughter. At 22, he was a stump of a guy; short, around 5'8", but big in all the right places with just a trace of a beer gut. He wore his hair in a buzz-cut with a camo ballcap, t-shirts which barely covered his round but trim gut, and his everyday camos and sneakers. He had the D'Amico chin-dimple, the gapped front teeth, thick-thighed bowed legs, the generous soccer-player's ass...the only significant difference was that he took after his mother's Staten Island side of the family: Brown-eyed, freckle-faced, red-haired Jew. He was a card-carrying Republican and as such he never questioned America's military presence in Iraq. He loved watching the WWF, listening to 50 Cent and Jay-Z, and smoking weed with his wife after the kid was put down to bed. More than anything, he loved to fuck. Loved it. Never got any complaints in the sack. No sir. On this particular rainy Saturday in April, he pulled his van up into the D'Amico driveway, blasting old-school DMX. No sign of Ma D'Amico's Honda Accord in the two-car garage, so she must be in the city for the day. He idled the van as he finished off his Sprite Big Gulp, threw the cup in the back seat, and drummed his thick, calloused fingers on the steering wheel to the rest of DMX's "Party Up In Here". He switched off the ignition and with his windbreaker over his head to ward off the rain, he ambled up to the side kitchen entrance of the cluttered little colonial house. As he stepped into the kitchen, he noticed almost immediately that something felt off. Something hung in the air like how it did when he was a little kid and his folks were screwing on weekend mornings upstairs. No sign of Mitch, but that wasn't unusual because the kid could sleep all day if left to his own devices. He paused at the bottom of the steps and listened for fuck noises. Sure enough, the frantic, weezy sounds of bouncing bed-springs mingled with animalistic grunting could be heard, faintly, from the folks' room at the end of the hall on the second-floor landing. Troy scowled and scratched at his freshly buzzed scalp, underneath his cocked ballcap. What the fuck? He knew he shouldn't go up there, it was none of his business after all, but he just had to know who Pops was humping the bejesus out of while Ma was away on her weekend escapade. Was it that little Polak skankbag Deniece from Pop's place of work? He secretly hoped it was his little brother's girlfriend Jill, that saucy little bitch...man, he'd like to see that cooze taking it from behind...but wait, he shouldn't be thinking thoughts like that... He tiptoed up the creaky wooden steps and from the sound of it, things were getting drastic on the folks' ol' King-Size Sealy Posturepedic rack...Pops was really putting the nuts to whoever was unlucky enough to be swinging on the other end of Old Man D'Amico's pistoning hog. His urgent grunts had climbed an octave which signified that a busted nut was just a stroke or two away. He didn't want to pay witness to the traumatizing scene he was about to discover but he now he just HAD to follow through. There was no turning back. Troy removed his cap and swabbed the sweat off his forehead with the back of his meaty hand as he approached the bedroom door, just barely cracked. He peeked around the door and what he saw nearly caused him to soil his own JoeBoxer brand boxer briefs. Pops' clenched, sweaty ass was grinding away between Troy's little six-year-old brother's helplessly flailing, upended thighs, calf-lengh athletic socks in the air and all, his pudgy little hands desperately clutching at the headboard as the old man buried his face in the pillow tucked under the kid's head and fired volley after volley of ejaculate up youngest son's pink, clenching little butthole. Smothered by pillow, the elder D'Amico was making inhuman noises as if he had swallowed his own tongue. He flexed and unflexed his work-sturdy ass again and again as he relieved himself, shuddering, and then, when he was totally drained, he yanked his briefs up from mid-thigh up over his glistening ass to cover up. Troy couldn't believe any of it. He wanted to beat the fuck out of both of them but sharply turned away instead as the old man rolled off his little man, wheezing and sighing from sheer exertion. "Now go downstairs and play", he heard the old man say to the kid as he hustled away from the door and made his way downstairs. He didn't know what to do or where to go after witnessing this crime against nature, all he knew was that he was sick to his stomach and sporting a chubby... and quite frankly that was the worst part of all of this. Troy poured himself a glass of Sprite and sat on the couch, watching cartoons in the living room, occasionally tweaking his excited cock, until bleary-eyed Pops made his way down the steps in nothing but briefs (spotted with fresh, incriminating cum-stains) and his weekend, blue and orange Mets shirt. "Why don't you put some clothes on, ya dirtbag." Troy scowled as he watched his dad walk off to round up some breakfast, his sturdy, plump ass-hams straining at the threadbare cotton of his FTL's. "My house, my rules, I do what I want. If you don't like it, go home." He mumbled, half-kidding, from somewhere in the kitchen. "So where's Jake at? He around?" Troy feigned ambivalence with this very pointed question. "How the hell should I know? Probably playing in his room or some shit, I don't know." Leon replied with no evidence of interest in the topic. Troy had not a single clue why he even asked the question, but he rose up anyway as he chugged and chomped the last of his ice, and swaggered off to find the little punk. What he was going to do when he found the little monkey-fuck hadn't been thought through just yet. But first he had to take a piss and as he did so in the half-bath downstairs he heard Pops yelling from Mitch's room in the basement. "GET THAT ASS UP!" He heard Pops holler at Troy's grumbling, sleepy-voiced younger brother. Then he heard a sharp slap on Mitch's bare butt at which point Troy thought to himself `This shit is fucked up'. He never knew Mitch to sleep naked but maybe Pops had pulled his underwear down to humiliate the kid, which seemed exactly in line with how Pops punished. It soon became evident that pissing wasn't gonna happen now because Troy's cock was now engorged with blood (and piss). `What is going on around here' he thought to himself as he zipped his thickening pecker back up into his camos. The matter of finding Jake became much more urgent now. He heard little Jakie rustling around in his cramped bedroom situated just up the hall from the half-bath. "Jakie?" Troy knocked on the boy's door, using his best Awesome Big Brother Voice. "Yeah?" Was the reply from the otherside. "You alright?" "Uh-hunh." Troy took the affirmative as an invitation to step inside. Little Jakie was cross-legged, Indian style, on his bed in his underwear and socks as he dealt himself a hand of Yu-Gi-Oh!. Troy sat himself down right next to his baby bro and rubbed affectionately at the nape of his neck. "How you doin'? Are you sure you're alright?" "I dunno. Why you being so weird?" Jakie seemed oblivious to the gist of where this conversation was going. Troy chuckled heartily and then mindlessly tweaked his cock. "Because I saw what Poppa did to you upstairs and I wanna know if he hurt you is all." "Oh. Well...we play this game now and it sorta hurt at first but it's kinda fun now. You could ask him to do it to you. I bet he would." Troy was taken aback by how casual the boy was being about all of this but at the same time he was highly intrigued. "Well, um, do you want me to do it to you? What Poppa did to you?" Troy couldn't believe his own ears as he made this hellishly perverted request of his own little brother. "No. I don't feel like doing that right now." "But...um...can I see your barenaked butt?" Jakie looked sheepish all of a sudden as he peered up at his oldest brother. "I don't know, monkey. Are you gonna tell?" Troy's dick was throbbing hard in his camos. Jake shook his head `no' wildly. "No way!" Jake's eye's lit up at the prospect of seeing his oldest brother's great-big, grown-up butt. Troy rose up off the bed and offered his crotch to the kid for the purpose of undoing the buttons. Jake took to those buttons like a prodigy. When he finished his chore, he slid Troy's camos down over his muscular butt and thighs. From elsewhere in the house, Troy thought he heard the repetitive sound of an open-hand spanking bare ass but that couldn't be right because the only spank candidate in this house was Jake and he was right here. All at once, he felt Jake's hands tracing lightly on his balls which electrified him in a way he had never experienced before. He turned around reluctantly and bent over to show the kid his adult ass but before he could thrust his butt in the kid's face, those insistent hands turned his hips right back around at which point the kid's mouth dove in and he swirled his tongue around Troy's mushroom cock-head. The sensation was out of this world and so the married, father of one's piledriver hips bucked uncontrollably at the little boy's face, hoping against hope that the kid would swallow him whole. But no such luck. The boy couldn't manage the full length of his older brother's rigid schlong so he licked at the head and girth and tickled at his hairy nutsac with his fingertips. `The kid sure was up and at `em' that much Troy knew for sure. He kicked off his cross-trainers, shucked off his camos and boxer briefs, made himself comfortable on the boy's SpongeBob bed, spreading his thickly muscled thighs good and wide, giving the kid access to wherever he needed to go. "Suck my cock, monkey. Do it!", Troy barely whispered through his clenched teeth as he hunched up at the cautiously licking little kid. Troy bucked and humped, his fist-sized nutsac flopping against the crack of his own ass, as he massaged the back of the boy's shaggy-haired head. Jake finally capitulated and engulfed the flared head but could manage no more. He didn't know enough to bob his head up and down on the shaft so he stayed perfectly still and sucked that dick good and hard. That little tongue grazing the tip of Troy's pulsing prong sent his older brother right over the edge. He held the boy's head steady as he gushed pungent clots of spunk at the back of little Jakie's constricting, choking throat. At this moment of ultimate vulnerability, crafty Jake fingered his way past his violently tremoring brother's thick buttcheeks and shoved his middle finger up through to his spasming, sweat-lubricated asshole. Upon clearance, he poked at the silky warmth as if he were jabbing at the fat gut of his classmate and arch-nemesis, Anne-Marie Pusateri. Troy's eyes bulged and his muscles tensed as the little bastard managed to coax yet another wave of cum out of his aching balls. "Okayokay. That's enough. Get off me now." Troy massaged his his own quaking gut as he came down off his orgasm-wracked high. He reached down between his legs, extracted the boy's hand from his ass, examined it for residual shit and finding nothing, he let the kid get up and out from between his spread-eagle thighs. "Go take a shower and do NOT tell anybody about ANY of this or I'll tell Ma all about what you did upstairs with Poppa, understand?" He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and staggered just a little bit as he got up. He squatted deep to pick up his discarded JoeBoxers and toweled off his cock and ass, all business-like. "But I didn't get to see your butt." Jakie swiped at his sticky mouth with the back of his hand. "Listen, dork. Everybody's butt looks the same. Now go clean yourself off." Disgusted with himself, Troy climbed back into his camos and tied up his sneaks while Jake slid into his pajama bottoms and sprinted off to the shower upstairs. The spanking noises in the basement had stopped. He had no desire to discover what the hell could be happening down there. He had to get outta here and back to his normal, Christian life. What kind of family was this, anyways? Fuckin' A.