Date: Tue, 15 Feb 2005 19:42:49 EST
From: Badgod69@aol.com
Subject: MY BROTHER & OUR BOYS

Over the years my younger brother Tim and I have discussed pretty much
everything two human beings can talk about.

We have spent more time together collectively than we have with our wives,
(obviously, being brothers and all that) so we've covered a lot of
territory.  The way we can speak openly and forthrightly with each other
and the love and trust between us as brothers has created a bond that is
inexpressible.  Maybe it's why we've been having sex regularly since he was
15 and I was 24, a logical extension of the emotional bond that has always
been deep and strong between us.

We're both married family men now but we are as deeply involved in our
relationship as the day it started.  Don't get me wrong: we both dearly
love our wives and kids, more than anything in the world.  For myself, I
can't imagine my life without my wonderful, sexy wife and amazing kids and
I think that's true for Timmy as well.  We just happen to love each other,
too.

Tim got married to a nice Mormon girl when he was 19.  I got hitched to my
liberal, long-time girlfriend when I was 27.  Tim's 26 now and I'm 35.

I have 2 kids, a 6 1/2 year-old son named Colin and an 8 year-old daughter
named Stella.  Tim's sons are 7 and 5, named Michael and Matthew
respectively.  Our kids, especially the boys, are now the best of friends
and play together all the time.  We were discussing them last month during
our annual 2-week retreat up in the mountains.  It's a ritual thing with
us, we've been doing it since before we got married.  Every year Tim and I
take off for 2 full weeks, just him and me.  We rent a cabin, a pretty
nice, large one near the Sierras in the middle of nowhere.  It's not far
from Lake Tahoe, but there's an awesome heated pool that comes with this
place, so we can swim, too.  We load up everything we need: food, clothes,
fishing gear, rifles, fuel, you name it.  Even a few porn DVDs.

It's our one chance of the year to really get down to business with each
other and just enjoy being alone together.  Most of the time we're naked or
close to it.  We eat, fuck, sleep, piss, fart, belch, and shit when and
wherever we want, no schedules or nagging or responsibilities.

During those 2 weeks we shower maybe 2 or 3 times.  We do rinse off every
time after we swim, but no soap or anything, just a quick rinse.  But real,
long, soapy showers?  Nah.  A few times we haven't bothered with showering
at all.  I'm telling you, we turn into real animals.  It's awesome.

So anyway, Tim and I were talking about how funny it would be if our oldest
boys ever started fucking around with each other, like their daddies.
Nancy, Tim's wife, would no doubt freak out and forbid any sex-play, while
my wife Sherry would probably react more rationally and open-minded.
Sherry is not at all hung-up about sex and has very liberal attitudes when
it comes to most things.  But young, same-sex cousins doing it might prove
too much, even for her.  Maybe not.  Who knows?

Tim knows how freewheeling and open I am about sex and nudity and body
contact.  Officially, he has a much more conservative attitude because he's
still a Mormon.  I dropped out of that whole bullshit scene when I was
still a kid.  But my brother doesn't preach at me about my sinful ways or
anything like that.  How could he?

Besides, at heart, Tim's a real perv, just like me.  His religious beliefs
don't seem to apply to us and a lot of other things in his life, so he's
able to do this weird double-think and still feel righteous.  I tease the
shit out of him all the time about it.  He just smiles sheepishly and jokes
about it himself, but only up to a certain point.  Basically, my little
brother's a devout bisexual Mormon.  He wouldn't put it that way because
his only male sex outlet is me (apart from the very, very rare times I've
been able to get him to play with some buddies.)  But basically, the only
guy he fucks around with is me.

The other night we were lying in bed, curled up into each other, after a
lazy day of sucking and fucking until we were both stupid from exhaustion.

Tim was teasing me about how I have always openly masturbated in front of
my son, Colin.  I think it's a good, healthy thing for him to see; plus,
Colin has bonded with me more deeply and knows he can trust me to protect
him.  It's not like I seek him out and force him to watch me when I jack
off.  But if he happens to be in the same room when I need to bust a nut I
just haul my dick out and stroke away.  Colin likes watching me and asks
lots of good questions.  He also likes to feel my dick when I'm hard and he
tries to wrap his little hand around it, but it's still too big for him.  I
think it's healthy.  And cool.  My wife doesn't mind at all.

He touches his little wiener all the time now, and Sherry and I both know
it's from watching me.  We don't discourage him from doing it, we just tell
him not to do it in public if it's anybody other than us or his family.
It's not like he's touching himself constantly, don't get me wrong.

My household is admittedly peculiar.  Definitely what would be called
'alternative' even here in the liberal Bay Area of California.

The whole family sleeps in the same room and the kids are naked most of the
day.  We home-school our kids because we don't agree with the bullshit that
they get taught in the public schools, especially in the Berkeley school
system.  Sherry and I have sex openly in front of the kids; it's
unavoidable when we all sleep in the same room.  As a result my kids are
brighter and better adjusted than their friends, not at all shy or awkward
when it comes to sexuality or their bodies, able to express themselves well
and confident as hell.

Tim's household is suburban-traditional.  Nancy is a stay-at-home mom and
Tim works his ass off to support the family.  They're strict but fair with
their kids and actually it's not all that different from how we raise our
kids.  It's just that my wife and I hardly ever have to discipline ours
while Tim's boys seem like they're in the dog house lots of the time.
They're good, respectful boys, though.  And also being raised Mormon.

I can't seem to stop digressing.

As I was saying, Tim and I were joking about what if our boys started
fucking around sexually with each other.  It'd be like we passed down the
trait.  But I told Tim I thought it would be a really cool thing.  He just
laughed and sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Figures," was all he said.

I asked him if he'd ever let his boys watch us fuck around.  He actually
blushed like an embarrassed schoolboy and said, "No, of course not!"  I
guffawed and punched him in the chest.

"Yeah, I bet," was all I said.

We made out for a little while after that and then he laughed and asked me
if I would ever fuck around with Colin, staring at me with those gorgeous
blue eyes.

Without a moment's hesitation I told him hell yes, but only if my son
initiated it.  And nothing too sexy until he went through puberty.  Again,
I've never understood why it's so taboo for brothers and sons and fathers
to get each other off sexually.  It's not like they're going to get knocked
up, and besides I think it's more about coercion and power tripping that
makes familial sex bad or damaging.  And that would never happen between me
and my son.  I'm just not like that with him.  For those of you wondering,
I would never do anything sexual with my daughter.  What I'm talking about
is a male thing, an enactment of a bond that only guys would understand.

I asked Tim the same question and he went silent.  After a few moments he
said that his sons were pretty private kids and that he'd never do anything
to freak them out.  I told him I knew that, but if his kids ever expressed
the interest would he go for it?

Again, he got quiet.  I could tell he was struggling with the truth of his
feelings, so I laughed and told him I wouldn't tell anybody.

"Well, I wouldn't exactly rule it out, but it's not something that gets me
excited.  Honestly, I'd be more into them messing around with each other or
with Colin or even with you.  That'd be really, uhm, interesting.  But not
'til they're older, not 'til they get into sex.  You know."

I noticed that Tim's dick was thickening fast.  Something about the subject
excited him.

"Listen, babe, this is all just supposition, anyway.  I'm already fucking
around with the guy I want, bro.  And besides, you know I'm not into young
kids, not that young.  Maybe when they hit 12 or 13 we can see what's up,
but 'til then I'd rather throw Mike and Colin together as much as possible
and let them sort it out with each other."

Tim giggled and reminded me that we'd started jacking off together when he
was 10 and I was 19.  I told him he was the exception.  Then he got all
dreamy and climbed on top of me.  His cock was hard as granite now and the
feel of it pressed tight against my throbbing monster got me amped up fast.
In no time we were grinding and rubbing ourselves back and forth over our
furry, muscular stomachs, moaning and kissing and panting like demons, 'til
we spewed out another double load of hot, fresh sperm.

We didn't mention our families again until we were driving back to the Bay
Area.  I told Tim to bring his crew over for a barbecue the next afternoon
and he said he'd check with Nancy and call me later.

I knew Nancy had issues with the way Sherry and I lived our lives.  I also
knew that Tim and Nancy had had their share of disagreements over how to
raise their boys.  Nancy was more conservatively Mormon than Tim and I
figured it must put pressure on their relationship.  While Tim was willing
to let his kids run wild so long as they were safe, Nancy was more of a
control freak and kept an eye on the kids like a fucking hawk.

So when he called me later that night I wasn't surprised to hear that Nancy
already had something going on the next day at their church, but he'd be
here with the boys.  I told him I was glad Nancy couldn't come cuz I was
planning on jacking off in front of the kids as our after-dinner
entertainment.  We cracked up and whispered a little bit of nasty stuff to
each other before we hung up.  He gave me a major boner that I didn't do
anything about until bedtime.  Then I fucked Sherry good while the kids
alternated between watching us and the TV.

The next afternoon Tim pulled up just as I was getting the barbecue fired
up in the back yard.  I heard Mike and Matt come screaming down the side of
the house before they burst through the gate and slammed into me, hugging
my legs and chattering a mile a minute.  I put down the lighter fluid and
hugged them first before I picked each one up and tossed him into the air,
catching them in my strong, safe arms.  This was something of a ritual
between us, and it always elicited the same delighted squeals and yelps and
giggles from the boys.

Colin, of course, was right behind them and ready for his turn.  When I
caught him I gave him a big old smacking kiss on the cheek while he
chuckled his little boy laugh.  As soon as I put him down, Mike and Colin
headed for the house with Matt tagging along behind them.

Beautiful boys, all of them.  Mike was the tallest and the oldest, a
rambunctious, curious 7 year-old.  He had his dad's dark hair with some of
his mother's curl to it and deep blue eyes with the longest fucking
eyelashes in the world.  His pale face was adorably highlighted with
perpetually flushed cheeks and his smile could light up the sky.  Colin had
a mop of blond hair he must have got from Sherry, but we were all pretty
sure it would darken as he grew.  Colin was a busy little boy with
mischievous blue eyes, always getting into something and fascinated with
the way things work.  He loved playing tricks on his cousins, especially
poor little Matt.  As the youngest brother, Matt was always the foil for
the other boys.  But he took it like a good sport and only rarely did
things go far enough to result in genuinely hurt feelings.  And besides, if
things got intense enough, Matt was more than willing to right things with
his little fists, looking for all the world like a smaller version of his
brother.

Sherry and Tim got busy with setting the two redwood picnic tables with all
the stuff we'd need for dinner - plates, utensils, bowls, stuff like that.
They joked and laughed a lot together, and I realized that I rarely heard
Tim laugh when we visited his house.

Tim had had a crush on Sherry since the first time he met her when he was
12.  She was aware of it at the time and found the whole situation
adorable.  Who wouldn't?  Back then, Tim was a young heart-throb of a boy,
handsome, athletic and clean-cut.  For her part, Sherry was also athletic
with tan skin, dirty blond hair, big tits and a hot ass.  Even after having
2 kids she still looked as amazing as the day we met.

And me?  Well, at 35 I still frequently get mistaken for being in my 20s.
Part of it is the fact that both me and my brother look helluv young;
people always tell us we look more 'boyish' than adult.

I've always prided myself of having a good body and I look great, probably
even better now than I did when I actually was in my 20s.  My hair's a
little longer now, not the buzz cut I used to sport, and I still have a
goatee.  My chest is lightly-haired but the rest of me is pretty fucking
furry.  Especially my legs and arms and ass.

What about Tim?  He's more handsome than ever, in my opinion.  His dark
brown hair is still cut pretty conservatively, but he has added a short
goatee - much like mine - and his blue eyes sparkle and flash with every
change of his mood.  My brother has a body that looks like mine when I was
his age, but he's not quite as hairy as me.  Tim is fucking gorgeous.

We decided to call the kids out to the yard so we could keep an eye on them
while we took a swim as the steaks and burgers grilled.  When they arrived
on the scene we told them to play where we could see them and invited them
to take a dip in the pool with us.  My kids started shrieking with
happiness cuz we don't allow them in the pool unless we're in with them.

Stella and Colin began to shuck their clothes off while Mike and Matt stood
awkwardly, watching my kids get naked fast, glancing at their dad to see
what he would say or do.  No wonder they were confused.  When they'd visit
my house and their mom was with them, they weren't allowed to run around
naked.  But if it was just Tim with them, it was OK.

Tim answered their silent questioning glances by smiling at them and
peeling his t-shirt off and then yanking his shorts and briefs off until he
was naked like us.  By then, Tim's boys had already stripped and when we
were all unclothed we jumped into the pool together, creating a
mini-tsunami that slopped over the edge of the pool.

The water felt great and we all splashed and played around with the kids
for a while before we left them in the shallow end for a real swim.  We
huddled and chatted for a short while, enjoying each other's company and
the beautiful weather.  Tim and Sherry flirted a bit like always and I
kissed my wife lovingly and laughingly told Tim we were on to him.

He blushed like a rose, like usual, and we all giggled when Sherry kissed
him full on the lips and told Tim he was a sexy little fucker, even if he
was my brother, before she laughed and swam away towards the shallow end.

We called out to the kids that it was time to eat and everyone scrambled
out of the pool.  Tim and I were halfway hard and nobody even cared.  I
stroked my boner a few times just to get that sexy charge and Tim did the
same.  He and his boys had spent enough time at my house to know how
natural and unremarkable it was for this to happen.  We all noticed how the
three boys were staring at our dicks and cracked up at their wide-eyed
faces grinning like monkeys.  Then they switched their gazes to their own
little wieners, grabbing and giggling and comparing sizes.  They were all
actually about the same size: tiny.

Stella was unconcerned and blas^Â about all this.  She found boys pretty
boring and ridiculous and I loved her for her independence and
individuality.  She looked at us naked guys, young and adult alike, rolled
her eyes, and put her little t-shirt back on.  Sherry asked her why she
wasn't putting her shorts back on and she just shrugged and said it was too
hot.  Her little hairless pussy looked pink and luscious, and for some
reason it always made me chuckle when I saw it.  The boys decided to stay
naked.  We always gave them the choice; we never forced them to be nude.
We adults stayed stripped cuz it felt so good to feel the sun and light
breeze caress our bare bodies.

The food tasted great and everybody gorged until they were satisfied.  It
took some doing to get the kids to sit still long enough to eat, but after
a very few sharp words and exasperated sighs, we were able to get them to
sit and eat their burgers and chips and salads.

Sherry had brought out a nice bottle of red wine and poured three glasses.
Being a practicing Mormon, Tim didn't drink unless he was at my place.  For
some reason Mormon rules didn't apply when he was at our house.  He'd allow
himself a few glasses of wine but never to the point where he got drunk.
But over the years I had gotten him to enjoy smoking weed with me, so as
soon as I pulled out the bong his eyes lit up and we all got nicely baked.

We stayed out in the yard until twilight.  It was still light and warm
enough for another swim, so we told the kids we were going in and that they
could join us if they wanted.  Again, a chorus of happy screams and the
giant splash immediately following.

This time we played with the kids more than before.  Tim and I each allowed
our boys to climb onto our shoulders for a game of chicken.  This was one
of their favorite things in the world.  We liked the game, too, always had.
It's just helluv fun to have a little boy clinging to your shoulders with
his legs pressed tight against you, skinny little arms flailing and shoving
for all they're worth.  I guess because of all the friction involved in the
struggle for dominance and balance, they'd pop little boners that pressed
into the back of our necks.  I always felt a surge of pride when I'd feel
Colin's (or whatever boy I had on me) dick start to harden and poke me in
the head.

Tim had to do double-duty, first a game with Mike and then another with
Matt.  Colin was usually a good sport about sitting a game out so his
cousins could play with each other.  Whoever won, Colin would challenge.
He was the undisputed champion of the chicken matches in our pool.

But this time he wanted first dibs on the game, so it was Colin vs. Mike.
While they went at it, Sherry cleared away the food and plates and
disappeared for longer and longer periods into the house as she cleaned up
after dinner.

When I was pretty sure she wasn't coming back out I pressed into Tim and
let the boys on our shoulders push and shove and whoop it up.  While they
were at it, Tim and I would briefly kiss and quickly fondle each other
under the water.  The boys never paid any attention to what was going on
under them, so we were free to do whatever we wanted to each other.

I noticed Tim glancing at Matt who stood near the edge of the pool, now
rooting for Mike, now rooting for Colin.  He couldn't decide so he ended up
rooting for both boys.  I knew Tim didn't want Matt to see what we were
doing to each other or to see us kissing, so we were careful to keep things
on the down-low.

When the matches were finally over, Colin was still the champ and we made a
big deal over him.  He always loved that.  Tim's boys weren't sore losers
and they joined in the victory march around the pool, reaching up to touch
Colin's bare legs as he sat perched proudly on my shoulders, all of us
chanting "COL - IN!, COL - IN!, COL - IN!" over and over until we marched
ourselves back into the house.

When we got to the living room I tumbled Colin off my shoulders onto the
couch and rubbed my hair all over his little naked body, making him squeal
and laugh like a tiny devil as I tickled him.  This was also a favorite
game of his.  When I finally let up on him I gave his wiener a short
squeeze and cupped his little red nuts in my huge, warm hand, like always.
He sighed and giggled and held out his arms to me for a kiss.

Tim watched this whole thing with brightly shining eyes and a crooked grin.
Mike and Matt were already busy making mischief somewhere else in the
house.

"Thanks, Daddy, that was fun!" my boy yelped as he sprang from the couch
and went off in search of Tim's boys.

"Sherry know you do that to him?" he asked me quietly.

"Sure, it's no big deal," I answered.  I walked over to where he leaned
against the doorway and kissed him full on the lips.  Then we went into the
kitchen to help Sherry finish up the chores.

We watched a movie, I forget what exactly.  The 3 of us lounged around the
living room, Sherry drinking the last of the wine and Tim and I smoking
bowl after bowl until we were bleary-eyed with an amazing buzz.  I always
have good weed.

About a half-hour into the film the boys and Stella came into the living
room to join us.  Mike and Matt squeezed Tim on the couch, leaning against
him on either side.  Colin sat on my lap and made me spring a boner after a
minute or so.  He giggled when he noticed that I was hard again and
casually reached down to play with my dick.

Sherry laughed quietly and said, "He's such a little loverboy!"  We all
laughed and Colin kept getting me harder from all the touching and
lap-squirming he was doing.

"Whoa, buddy, you're gonna make me nut," I said as I hugged him and tousled
his blond hair.  "That's enough for now or you'll make Daddy cum, babe.  Go
sit on your Uncle Timmy's lap."

Like a good boy, Colin clambered down from my lap.  I smiled when I noticed
a few shiny smears of precum that had leaked out of my dick streaking his
little butt cheeks.  I pointed it out silently to Sherry and she laughed
quietly and shook her head.  Colin scampered over to my brother and eagerly
climbed onto him, draping his legs over Matt, who didn't appreciate the
company.  Mike didn't seem to mind one way or the other that Colin was
leaning partly against him.

Colin was only too happy to snuggle with Tim.  Both my kids love their
uncle and treat him like he's a big kid.  Tim's really great with them.

Colin leaned his head against Tim's shoulder and stared at the TV.  Tim had
an arm around him and was casually stroking Colin's thigh, just skimming
his fingers lightly over the smooth flesh.

I kept glancing over at the couch to see what was happening.  Tim had an
intent look on his face, like he was willing himself not to get an
erection. Colin had brought his hand down between his own legs and I could
see that he was touching Tim's genitals.  Soon my son had his own tiny
penis clamped between 2 fingers as he fiddled with it, sending little
tremors of pleasure through his tiny frame.  His other hand was still busy
between his thighs, fondling Tim's big dick.

Tim leaned his head back on the couch and almost moaned, mouth opened and
eyes closed.  His touching of Colin's thigh turned into a light clutch.
Matt looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Are you OK, daddy?" he asked in his chirping voice.

Tim came back to earth and looked at Matt through hooded, bloodshot eyes,
smiling broadly at him.

"I'm fine, sweetheart.  How are you doing?"

Matt just grinned at Tim and leaned closer into his side.  Mike's attention
was glued to the television screen and he seemed totally uninterested in
the little scenario being played out next to him.

I could tell that Tim was getting aroused because he was having trouble
sitting still.  I guess Colin's body weight was pressing against Tim's
blood-engorged cock and it either hurt or felt too good.

Tim quickly but gently lifted Colin from his lap and stood him up on the
carpet in front of him.  I guess it wasn't pain that was getting to him, it
was pleasure.  His fat cock was sticking straight up and Sherry smiled at
him.  I was laughing softly.  Tim glanced at us with an embarrassed smile
and blushed.

Colin shrugged and looked around for a place to sit.  Sherry opened her
arms to him and Colin climbed onto her.  He cuddled into his mom, settling
into her body like it was made to cradle and support him.  Sherry stroked
his hair and slowly rubbed his back and soon he was out like a light.

After another half-hour or so of the lame movie, Sherry said that she was
tired and was going to bed.  I kissed her goodnight and she led Stella out
of the living room.  For some reason, Stella always went to bed whenever
her mom did.

We left the TV on but we weren't really paying any attention to it.  All
three boys were asleep.  I have a good, large, comfortable sectional sofa,
big enough that all 5 of us were able to fit fairly comfortably on it.

Tim and I looked at each other and then at the puddle of naked boys lying
around us and giggled like we were kids again.  We both knew how deeply our
boys slept so with another glance we turned towards each other and kissed.
I love making out with my bro.  He's got the thickest tongue and sweetest
lips.  Plus he doesn't mind if it gets slobbery, in fact he kind of likes
it, just like me.

I carefully rolled on top of him, trying to make as little noise or
movement as possible so the boys wouldn't stir.  No problem.  When I had
him under me I ground down hard into his groin cuz I knew I'd feel that fat
fucking dick of his press hard against my raging hard cock.  As soon as we
made body-to-body, chest-to-chest and hairy dick-to-hairy dick contact it
was hard to not start groaning and growling like we usually do, hard to
stay fairly still.  We're usually all over the room, much less the bed.  We
get very athletic when we fuck around.

After a few moments of particularly powerful humping Mike stirred in his
sleep and flung one of his skinny arms out and brushed against Tim and I.
We stopped moving immediately and held out breaths, waiting to see if Mike
was going to wake up and ask why his dad was under me.  The touch of his
warm arm on us made our cocks swell and throb against our torsos and I
could feel my nuts churn with their hot load of thick baby batter just
waiting to spurt out all over my brother's body.

When we were sure Mike was going to stay fast asleep I scooted down the
length of Tim's body and swallowed his cock 'til I gagged from it banging
against the back of my throat. Tim had one arm behind his head, staring at
me and running his other hand through my hair.  Then he seized it and
forced my face down hard onto his dick, forcing me to swallow it to the
root.  His wiry pubes pressed into my nostrils and scraped my mouth and
chin as he bucked into my face.  I loved it.

When I had sucked him off for a few minutes I took a break by getting up on
my knees and leaning over him so we could kiss.  While we tongued each
other's mouths I slid 2 fingers up his asshole and finger-fucked him 'til
he was whimpering softly in my mouth.

When our mouths parted he half-whispered, half-panted to me, "I wanna fuck
you bad, Cal, but what if the boys wake up?"

"They won't, Timmy, we'll be quiet.  C'mon, bro, fuck me," I whispered back
to him.

He looked at me and smiled, then shook his head slightly and sighed.

"Nah, too risky."

I glanced around me at our naked boys and felt an overwhelming surge of
love for all of them.  Especially my son.  Colin looked so perfect and
untouched, innocent and totally free of care as he slept.  Matt was draped
over Colin.  It was hard to tell which arm and leg belonged to whom.

I sat back on my haunches and fondled my dick with long, luxurious strokes.
The sight of my big prick staring him in the face was enough to make Tim
scoot down a bit so he could suck on it and lick and smell my hairy balls.
I hoisted the heavy sack up and hissed at him to stick his nose behind it
and sniff my ass.

Tim and I love each other's asses.  Can't get enough of them.  Their
muscularity, their hairness, the warm, moist crack leading to the
holy-of-holies, our tasty, fragrant assholes.  We both get harder than hard
when we're sniffing each other's holes.  And then when the tonguing
starts...whoa, watch out!

We knew we couldn't take it too far at that moment, so after a few deep
sniffs and some forceful probing with his tongue, I lay back down beside
him.

Matt shifted which started a chain reaction among the other 2 boys.  First
Colin and then Mike.  All they did was turn inward for warmth, snuggling
close together with their daddies as the central source.

Tim and I looked at each other and smiled tenderly.  It felt so good to be
naked with our sons, a tribe of males happy and content to live, love, and
learn with each other.  Fortunately, Sherry was fine with my vision of male
bonding and camaraderie, but she didn't realize it included hot sex between
me and my brother.  I wondered how she'd react if she found out or if I
told her.

Tim always teased me that I was lucky to have found Sherry.  He didn't need
to, cuz I knew just how lucky I was.  Not only was she hot as hell but she
had one of the most liberal attitudes about sexuality out of anybody either
of us had ever known.  She had an eye for beauty in people regardless of
gender or age and she and I both were open about the fact that we had been
sexual with members of our own sex as well as with minors.  We both viewed
sex as a recreational activity on the one hand and as the marvelous bonding
experience it can be among people of all ages on the other.

Tim and I had talked about my telling Sherry about us.  He was leery of the
whole idea and I wasn't seriously considering it, but I found the idea
intriguing.

Colin was pressed tight against me on my left side and Mike was snug
against Tim's right.  Little Matt was curled up into Colin's backside, leg
and arm still draped over Colin.  It looked beautiful as hell.

I started playing with my boner and I reached over and jacked my brother
off for a while.  He was really thrusting hard into my spit-slicked fist
when we turned our faces to each other and frenched.

We broke our kiss to look at our dicks.  Tim replaced my hand with his own
and I rubbed his stomach and lightly-haired chest - always stopping to
pinch his nipples -- while he beat off.

I looked at Colin beside me for a few moments, really taking in how
beautiful he was and how much I loved him, and just instinctively moved my
hand down to fondle his little weenie because I knew it would feel good for
him.  He stirred and burbled and pressed tighter against me.  So sweet and
adorable.  His little dick was hard under my finger-tips in seconds.  I
stroked him gently a little as I pounded away on my own blood-engorged
cock.

Tim started making short little moaning noises, the signal that he was
going to nut soon.  I stopped touching Colin, sat up, and lowered my face
over Tim's crotch.  Tim aimed his dick at my mouth and I swallowed him as
he bucked hard and fast on his way to shooting.  I was still stroking my
dick but my concentration was now fully centered on Tim.

I glanced up at my brother's face and saw that his eyes were closed and his
panting mouth opened as he moaned a little louder and faster.  I bobbed my
head furiously on his hard cock and Tim reached behind me to slide his
finger up my asshole, fucking me as deep as he could go.  Just as Tim
groaned and hissed in his breath, I heard Colin stir and felt his warm
little body move against mine.  I didn't know what to do, let go of my
lip-lock on Timmy's dick to see what Colin was doing, or just ignore it
until my brother was through emptying his nuts down my hungry throat.
Caught up in the heat of the moment, I decided to ignore my boy and let my
addiction for the taste of my brother's hot, strong semen carry me away.

Tim gasped as his body stiffened and arched up to meet my face.  As he
pulled his finger out of my ass a bolt of hot, thick spooge shot out and
plastered itself to the back of my throat.  More bursts washed it free and
I sucked what was left out of his fat dick, slurping it all in and swirling
it in my mouth.  My whole head felt like it was full of the gluey, seedy
goodness of his jiz, and I could still taste him on my tongue even after I
finally swallowed.

Tim was sweaty and damp now, his body convulsing from the strength of his
orgasm.  I let his still-hard dick pop put of my mouth as I licked my
mustache and felt a glob of sperm make sweet contact my tongue.

I shifted my body so I could look at Colin.  What I saw panicked me for a
second until the expression on his face registered in my over-heated brain
and I knew it would all be OK if I explained it right to him.

"What's wrong with Uncle Tim, Daddy?" he asked in a quiet, curious whisper.
"Why were you doing that to him?"

Tim cleared his throat and sat up a little straighter, caught off-guard by
a 6 1/2 year old.  I remember thinking it was almost funny that both of us
were spooked a bit.

"I was making Uncle Tim feel good.  I was making him happy, Squirt."  I
tousled his messy blond hair and smiled lovingly at him.  Colin half-smiled
back at me and his eyes fluttered shut for a second.  My little fella was
still half-asleep.

"How?" he asked quietly.

"Well, it feels really good when somebody puts their mouth on your weenie.
And it feels good to put your mouth ON one, too.  So, me and your uncle
were making each other feel good by playing with each other's wieners.
It's sort of like when I play with mine, but with a friend.  You know what
I mean?"

He was more awake now, and he smiled at me and nodded, his little cheek
still flat on the cushion.

"Did Uncle Tim put his mouth on yours too, Dad?"  His gaze shifted past me
to Tim and stayed there.  I heard my brother shift his body and I could
feel the tension and embarrassment radiate from his entire being.  I didn't
even need to look at him.

"I already did that, Colin," Tim said softly.  I leaned back and looked at
him and he smiled a little awkwardly at me and then Colin.

My boy just stared at us and then grinned and giggled a bit before he
propped himself up on his elbow.  He looked like the classic little boy
who's just woken up, messy hair sticking up all over, eyelids a bit puffy
from sleep.

"How do you do it, Dad?  Can I do it, too?"  He was brimming with the
excitement little boys have when they find a new way to have fun.

I wasn't sure what he meant so I asked him.

"You mean with friends?"

"OK.  No, I mean now.  I want to make you feel happy!" His bright blue eyes
were twinkling with little kid energy.

Tim laughed and Mike moved closer against him.  My brother put his arm
around his son and brushed his skin with his fingers.

"I think Daddy's dick is too big for your sweet little mouth, loverboy, but
thanks for asking, baby."  I hugged him to me and kissed his lips.

When I leaned back I saw how crestfallen his face had suddenly become.  I
also saw that some of Tim's sperm that had been on my mustache was now
above Colin's upper lip.  I snickered and wiped it off with my fingertip
and then put my finger in my mouth.  Colin giggled.

"OK, Squirt, look....  If you move quietly so you don't wake Matt up, you
can do something that will make Daddy feel just as good, OK?"

Colin beamed at me and nodded fast.

"Licking a wiener feels just as good as sucking one, which is what I was
doing to Uncle Tim's.  All you need to do is run your tongue around the
edge of my dick head, see?"  I was moving my finger in little circular
motions in the air around the area I was talking about.

Colin moved slowly, trying not to giggle, as he clambered on top of me and
then leaned on all-fours on either side of me to run his little wet tongue
all around my cock head.  I was still hard as a rock cuz I hadn't cum yet,
so the feel of my boy's warm tongue on my dick was especially thrilling.  A
fat bead of precum oozed out and glistened in the light.

I chuckled for a moment and when I spoke there was a raspy, breathy edge to
my voice.

"Whoa, Chief, see what you did?  You're making Daddy feel so happy his dick
is leaking bigtime, huh?"

All I could see was his tousled hair moving in slow circles as he swirled
his little pink tongue all around the tender, sensitive ridge of my
cock-helmet.  I was holding my dick up straight for him, since he was
leaning on both hands.  He raised his head and looked at me, smiling and
showing all his little white baby teeth, giggling like he was proud and
pleased by his ability to make me feel good.

"It's fun, huh?  Like it?" I said to Colin.

He giggled again and nodded; then he said, "It tastes salty."

Tim was watching the whole thing happen without saying a word or moving an
inch.  I turned to look at him when Colin first went down on me and beamed
a huge shit-eating grin at him.  He glanced at me and smiled, his eyebrows
raised so high they almost disappeared into his scalp.

All of a sudden Tim grunted like something hurt him and then he held out
his arms towards Colin and softly said, "Come here, baby."

Colin smiled enthusiastically at Timmy and basically fell over onto my
brother.  My kids really loved their uncle.  Tim placed his hands on either
side of Colin and positioned him so he was straddling Tim's torso.

"I'll show you what your Dad means, Squirt, OK?"  I wasn't sure what Tim
was doing but it all happened so fast it didn't really matter.

Tim pulled Colin up his muscled, hairy body until my son's little
uncircumsized boy-dick was right in front of Tim's face.  My brother
reached behind Colin and stroked his back as he pulled him closer to his
face.  Colin giggled and arched backward a bit so his tiny dick was just a
fraction of an inch away from Tim's lips.

Now I understood what Tim was doing.  I couldn't believe he was being so
openly sexual and encouraging.  My cock throbbed so hard it felt like it
was going to explode.

"Wait 'til you see how good this feels, baby," I whispered to Colin,
giggling conspiratorially like a big little boy and petting his smooth,
tiny, bubble butt.

Colin looked over at me, flushed and smiling like a retard.  He looked so
excited and overwhelmed that I had to laugh.  Then he started laughing and
then Tim started, too.  I had to shush them quietly because I didn't want
to wake up Tim's boys.

Mid-shush, Colin gasped and grabbed onto Tim's dark hair.  His eyes closed
slowly like the final curtain on some amazing theatrical play, then rolled
quickly up again.  His little red lips formed into an "o" and he was
breathing through his mouth.

The expressions washing over his little red face were adorable.  I felt
like I couldn't risk shifting my gaze down to his waist because I was
afraid I'd let loose with a geyser of cum as soon as I saw my brother's
beautiful lips wrapped around my son's tiny cock.  But really I wanted to
see it more than anything else in the world, so I broke my gaze and let my
eyes travel down to see what was happening.

Tim had Colin's weenie in his mouth and was sucking on it like he was
smoking a cigarello.  The tip of Colin's foreskin was tight between his
uncle's lips and I could tell Tim was working the tip of his tongue over
the tender, virgin flesh of my boy's penis head.

With slight pressure on his back, Tim prompted Colin to pump into his face
and Colin picked up the cue instinctively.  Still clasping Tim's hair in
his little fists, Colin bucked his bony hips backwards and forwards, his
slender pink shaft pistoning in and out of my brother's thick, sensuous
lips.  Tim was humming with pleasure, more than he truly felt I guessed,
just so Colin would know how much Tim was enjoying what he was doing.

My boy sighed and then laughed like tinkling glass as he stared down into
his uncle's eyes.  Tim looked up at Colin at the same time and smiled with
his eyes, crinkling them into little happy slits as he continued sucking on
Colin's dick.

"Feel good, sweetheart?" I asked my son.

Colin nodded a bunch of times and looked over at me.

"It feels funny!" he said, his bright face breaking into a feeble-minded
grin.

"But it's good, yeah?"

"Uh-huh..." was all he could get out.

I leaned over and kissed my son's thigh and then moved my head so I could
kiss his little ass.  Colin giggled and twitched like I was tickling him
and I chuckled against his warm flesh.  That made him giggle even more.

I ran my mouth over both cheeks, fat little hams I could have held in the
palms of my hands.  When I got to his crack I ran my tongue up and down it,
making Colin squeal with delight.

"OK, Squirt, here's a special treat that only best buddies do, cuz you're
such a good boy."

I burrowed my nose into his crack and went down to his tiny butthole.  I
inhaled his scent, a clean, healthy, baby-like smell of soap and
hard-playing boy.

When I ran my tongue over his tiny, pink butthole Colin shivered and
automatically rose up on his haunches and leaned forward over Tim's head.
Now his butt was exposed and spread wide open to my mouth and I licked his
little asshole hard enough to make him writhe in pleasure.

"Ooooooo..." he kept saying really quietly, almost like he was hearing a
scary story and couldn't help himself.  I lapped and kissed all over his
little ass and when I came back to his hole I poked it with the tip of my
tongue.  My son almost jumped straight up in the air like a startled cat
before he relaxed and giggled himself silly.

"That tickles, Daddy!  Do it again!"

Tim let go of his lip-lock on my son's prick and murmured inarticulate
sounds that Colin knew meant everybody was feeling good and happy now.

I licked and poked at his tight little hole with my tongue over and over
until he was shaking.  Then I moved my face away from his baby ass and
dipped down so I could tongue his little round ball sack.  It was smooth
and warm under my tongue and I popped the whole thing into my hot mouth,
suckling on his balls.

It all happened so fast and easy, totally naturally.  I leaned back and
watched Colin's face to see how he was going to react to what amounted to
his first blow job and rimming.  It had all been done with such love and
tenderness that he wasn't freaked out or anything at all.  To him - and to
my brother and I - it was just fun.  Just another way to have fun with your
body and just how I would have wanted it if I had planned it.  And most
importantly, it was an expression of our love for each other.

Tim pretend-wrestled Colin off him and my boy wedged himself between us.
His little prick was ramrod hard and he started twiddling it casually,
looking up at our faces with a big smile on his lips before he stretched
and yawned.

Both Tim and I were fully hard and we were jacking off with a nice steady
rhythm.  It got silent as we jacked faster.  Colin was leaning heavily
against my side and I bowed my face down and buried it in his hair.  It
smelled sweaty and musty, not at all unpleasant.  Just the smell of grungy
little boys.

I was close to spurting now and I kind of panted into the top of Colin's
head.  Tim was watching me with a glassy-eyed expression, and I knew he was
ready to pop again.

"OK, Squirt, Daddy's gonna cum soon...it's gonna be a big one cuz you made
me feel so good...you ready?...here it comes!"  I stiffened up and curled
my toes as an incredible wave of horniness and release seized my body and
mind.  A sloppy white spray of cum blasted out of my cock and splattered
all over my right shoulder and Colin's chest.

Colin was half-giggling, half-gasping as I kept unleashing more sperm.  It
went everywhere, even the cushions and floor.  My boy even had some in his
hair, which I licked up as soon as it started to drip down onto his
forehead.

Tim moaned once and Colin turned his head to see what would happen.  I
pulled Tim's face close to mine, Colin's head pressed against our wet,
skunky pits, and shoved my tongue into my brother's mouth as he shot his
load.  I figured Colin might as well see everything.  It wasn't fazing him
in the least because it was all so loving and natural.

As my brother's cock spewed out a hefty, creamy load Colin looked up at us
and then at the puddles of sperm streaking Timmy's chest.

"You spermed more, Daddy!  You did more than Uncle Tim!"  For some reason
this was hilariously exciting to him.  I think he was proud that his dad
had so much cum in him, pleased that I had 'won.'

"Yeah, this time.  But you should see Uncle Tim when he shoots his first
load, babe!  It's probably as much as mine."

Colin and I talked openly about sperm and how big my loads were all the
time.  He loved it, and I found it fascinating, not to mention adorable.

Colin just giggled some more and looked at all the cum surrounding him in
wide-eyed amazement.  I wiped most of what was on him off with my fingers
and then rubbed it into the hair on my chest.  Colin was watching every
move I made with a serious, studious expression.  I knew that he would want
to try emulating with some lucky kid what his Daddy and his favorite uncle
had just done.

I swiped up one more glob of sperm from his chest and laughingly wiped it
right under his nose, giving him a cum mustache.  All three of us got the
giggles and Colin mugged for us a few times, laughing at the silliness of
the whole situation.  When his little tongue shot out and tried to lick the
sperm off from under his nose I moaned involuntarily as my cock swelled
into life again.

"Time for you boys to get to bed, Squirt," I told him.  I got up carefully,
not wanting to waken Matt and Mike.  Tim stood up too, and shook Mike
gently until the boy stirred and whined a bit.

I lifted Colin up and he flung his skinny little arms around my neck,
pressing his warm, cum-smeared body against my slimy chest.  Tim already
had Matt in one arm and was scooping Mike up with the other.

By the time we walked to the bedroom, Colin was already half-asleep and
Tim's boys were both out like lights.  We laid them down carefully and
covered them up.  How innocent and adorable our boys were!  Stella was
snoring peacefully, oblivious to the fun we males had just been having.

Sherry was sleeping soundly and we lay down next to her and snuggled.  She
stirred in her sleep and reached out for me.  I draped an arm over her and
kissed her lips several times.  When she started responding to my kisses I
knew she was awake enough to hear me.

"Babe, Tim and the boys are gonna spend the night with us."

"Oh, good..." she said.  I could hear a smile in her voice.  "Where are
they?  Where's your brother?"  She was still half-unconscious.

"Right here with us, Babe."

Tim was on her other side and he touched her naked flank and kissed the
back of her head.

I guess Sherry could recognize the difference in our touches because when
Tim did that she woke up more.

All she said was, "Oh..." real softly and turned her face towards Tim.  I
could see him stare at her and then he leaned forward and kissed her on the
lips.  She kissed him back and them murmured something that we couldn't
make out.

Well, one thing led to another and we started to have sex.  Tim was a
little awkward at first, but I kept encouraging him on and soon he was as
into it as Sherry and I were.

I pulled Sherry into me and pressed my body against her tits.  The warmth
of her breasts pushed tight against my hairy chest felt electric.  My hand
snaked between her thighs and I could feel the moist heat of her furry
cunt.  I got fuck-hard in like 2.6 seconds.  Tim had scooted up close to
Sherry's backside and I could tell his dick was pressed hard against her
ass.

"Tim, you wanna fuck me?" she whispered with a little laugh in her voice.

"Mmmmmmm," was all he could say.

"Hell yeah, go for it, you two," I said, delighted that Tim was finally
able to have sex with my wife, a woman he had had the hots for since he was
12.

You may think it's bizarre or sick or damaging, having sex in a roomful of
kids.  To us it's the most natural and beautiful bonding experience
possible.

We were surrounded by four naked little bodies snuggled close to us but
oblivious to what was going on around them.  But sex in our family is a
wild and celebratory thing, and we got sort of loud at one point.  That's
when we noticed little heads raising up and watching us as we screwed.

Tim was fucking Sherry like a bull, huffing and moaning into her mouth as
they sucked on each other's tongues.  I was humping her thigh, my hairy leg
thrown over Sherry's smooth thigh and rubbing Tim's legs with my bare foot.

I thought about coming clean, so to speak, and just fucking my brother
while he fucked my wife.  But I was already feeling over-stimulated and I
thought better of it.  Better to let things alone as they were, which was
already pretty fucking incredible.

When I was close to shooting I groaned and hissed in my breath.  Sherry
wildly whispered for me to cum in her mouth and I repositioned myself so I
could feed her my load.  Tim was raised up on his arms and plowing her
pussy like a long-lost lover.  They looked so hot together.  I thought
about the video camera and wondered if they'd be up for letting me film,
but I knew it would ruin the moment.  So I forced the idea out of my head
and got back into the action.

Sherry swallowed my cock to the root and sucked me off 'til I came.  By the
second spurt I pulled out of her gaping, gasping mouth and let my nut fly
wild, splashing Tim and me with the searing heat of fresh jiz.

Tim growled and bucked into Sherry's cunt hard 2 or 3 times and then
gritted his teeth.  I could count the number of cum-bursts his dick was
sending flying up my wife's pussy by the way he thrust his hips.  His face
looked startled and panicked for a brief moment before the haze of mindless
satisfaction swept over it.  When he pulled his dick out of her cunt I
could see a thin strand of spooge still dangling from his piss slit.  I
leaned over and stroked his dick, coating my fist with the sloppy remnants.
Without Sherry being able to see what I was doing, I licked it off my hand
and smiled at Tim, showing him my cum-covered teeth.  We cracked up and
toppled down to lay beside Sherry.

She was almost ready for her own orgasm, and Tim and I just naturally both
wanted to help her get a good one, so we each stuck a finger in her juicy
pussy and fingered her clit 'til she was almost screaming from the
delirious force of her orgasm.

It was then that I noticed what else was going on in the room.  I could see
Colin's head silhouetted against the window, whispering feverishly into
another little mop-topped head.  I assumed it was Mike that he was talking
to, but when they adjusted their small bodies the light from the window
showed me that it was Matt Colin was whispering to.

Their hands were busy doing something to each other's crotches, and I
almost cackled with laughter when I saw Colin's head disappear into Matt's
lap.  I guess Colin was so excited by the new tricks he had just learned
that he was anxious to make Matt 'feel good and happy.'  It worked, cuz
Matt was giggling and thrashing around as Colin's head moved rhythmically
over his groin.

Mike's head popped up and I saw him crawl over to the boys and they all
whispered and giggled for a bit until all 3 boys lay back down and tangled
together in a heap of humping, twisting, panting little bodies.

"You guys have fun but keep it down and then go to sleep.  All right?"

Lots of quiet giggles, and then the high, piping sound of my son's voice
saying, "OK, Dad."  More whispering and then 3 little voices saying,
"G'night!" in unison.  Just fucking adorable.  After about 20 minutes of
grunting and gasping things quieted down and they stopped moving around.

In the morning Tim and his boys left pretty early.

A week or so later, Colin spent the night at Tim's at the invitation of
Mike and Matt.  The boys had always played well together and sleep-overs
were regular occurances.

The morning following the sleep-over, a Sunday, Tim called early to say
that Nancy was on the war-path and that I should come over to pick up Colin
cuz things were getting loud and nasty.  He sounded a little angry, but
more frustrated and fed-up than anything else.  I could hear Nancy railing
about something in the background.

It was about 7:30 in the morning but I stumbled out of bed and pulled on
some shorts and a t-shirt and hurried out to my truck.  On the drive over I
tried to figure out what had happened.  I figured if Nancy was so upset,
and I had been asked to take Colin home, it probably had something to do
with the boys playing sexually with each other, possibly with Colin being
the instigator.  The thought cracked me up, I have to admit.  Why make such
a huge deal out of innocent sexplay?  That mindset has always puzzled and
exasperated me.

But I knew I was going to have to have a talk with him about how to play in
secret and when to know if it was OK or not.  I was also going to have to
get him to understand that most people lived and thought differently than
us.  More's the pity, but he needed to know that the so-called real world
had a bunch of stupid rules and laws that mainly stopped people from loving
each other in anyway they wanted.  In other words, I needed to start wising
him up.

I hated society for forcing me to put a cruel dent in my dear little boy's
happy world where he could be totally free to be himself, to love anybody
he wanted in anyway he was happy doing, to pleasure himself in whatever
ways gave him that pleasure.

But then I began wondering about just what had happened and again I started
to crack up.  I already felt proud that it might have been Colin who
started whatever it was.  He was already taking after his old man!

Like usual, I honked the horn as I pulled in to their driveway.  Before I
even had the truck door shut, Tim was out the front door, leading Colin by
the hand.  Tim looked flustered and slightly embarrassed, but Colin looked
happy and carefree and very awake.

"G'morning, beautiful!" I called out to Colin.  He grinned and waved at me.

"What's up?" I asked Tim as they walked the short distance to the truck.
He was dressed for church, a navy blue suit with a white shirt and blue
tie.  But the tie was crooked and one corner of his shirt collar was
sticking out at an angle.  He smiled sheepishly and rolled his eyes as he
gestured with his head back at the house.

"Fucking Nancy walked in on Mike and Colin while they were taking a bath
together a little while ago and they were jerking each other off and
kissing.  She's freaked out and ranting and raving about the family of
perverts she married into."

He was smiling broadly by now, still angry and concerned but obviously
amused by the whole situation.

"What'd she do to the boys?" I asked, more concerned about how they reacted
to her carrying-on than anything else.

"Nothing, except yanking Mike out of the tub and accusing him of being a
little queer.  She didn't say anything to Colin, just lit into me and told
me to call you and get him out of here."  He said this part in a low
whisper so Colin wouldn't hear him too clearly.

"And you just did what you were told?" I asked him, seriously annoyed with
him for caving in to his wife's demands, for letting her be dominant.

"Dude, what the hell??  Don't get pissed at me, it's not my fault."

I realized he was right and I apologized.  I had Colin buckled into his
seat by now and I closed the door so Tim and I could talk without his
hearing us.  His little face was watching us the whole time and he tapped
on the window and waved at us as we talked.  I had to laugh, and so did my
brother.

"So what's gonna happen, do you think?"

Tim just shook his head and sighed.

"Man...I don't know.  I can't deal with her anymore, she's getting like a
fucking crazy-woman over the littlest stuff.  I want out of here, bro, you
can't even imagine how bad I want out."

I laughed and punched his shoulder.  "Come live with us, bro."

Tim laughed and sighed again, like my offer was a joke.

"Dude, I mean it, come live with us.  But bring the boys.  I don't want
Nancy brainwashing them with all that Mormon shit."  I knew I was taking a
risk by badmouthing Tim's faith, but in this instance I knew he'd
understand what I was talking about.

His smile disappeared when he realized I was serious about him coming to
live with my family.  I wondered if he'd go for it.

"Thanks, Cal; thanks a lot, dude.  But I gotta try to make it work here.
At least for a little while longer."  He looked at me with those huge blue
eyes, a little scared and helpless, but resolute and determined to do what
he thought was right.

"OK, bro, OK.  But you know I mean it and the offer is a standing one.  You
can't deal with it here, you come to me.  Got it?"

He smiled at me and I hugged him hard.  I pressed my groin into him and my
cock started swelling as soon as I felt the bulge of his dick against mine.
He wasn't hard but I didn't expect him to be.  I just liked the contact.

Tim hugged me hard back.  I was facing his house and I made sure no one was
looking out the windows.  I kissed him briefly and then broke the embrace
and started to get into the truck.

"Call me later, OK?  I want to know what happens."

Tim nodded and turned back to the house.  His shoulders slumped some and I
felt a wave of love and pity for him.

"Tim!"  He stopped and looked back at me.

I just looked at him for a second and then laughed out loud.  I'm not sure
what I was laughing about, but after a moment, Tim smiled and started
laughing, too.  Then he turned and walked back inside the house.