Date: Thu, 05 Jan 2006 22:08:06 -0500
From: badgod69@aol.com
Subject: MY BROTHER & OUR BOYS, Pt. 14

When Trish Orland delivered baby Brendan into the loving arms of my son
Colin and I we knew that our relationship had taken on a whole new level of
commitment and desire.  Brendan became something like a talisman to us, a
potent symbol of how deep and abiding our love for one another was.

I had long before demanded that Colin travel and develop intimate
relationships outside the clan before deciding whether or not he wanted to
commit to me as a real husband/lover.  Colin had sworn up and down from the
time he was old enough to reason that he would never love anyone else as
much as he loved me.

But I knew how important it was for him to forge close ties to others and I
wanted him to have no regrets about his decision to be not only my son but
my partner as well.  My brother Tim was also my partner but our
relationship was different from the one I had nurtured with my son.

The tie between brothers is something else entirely than the tie between
father and son.  Colin knew this as well as I; his intimate relationship
with his son Wills was clearly different from his relationships with his
"brothers", Tim's sons Mike and Matt.  The boys had grown up and engaged in
sex together since they were barely out of their single-digit years and
they regarded each other not as cousins but as actual brothers.

But now that Colin and I had our very own baby boy, created from our
mingled sperm, we both realized that Brendan's presence cemented our love
more firmly than ever before.  We were indeed partners for life.  Brendan
was the proof of that, the mortar between the bricks, as it were.

The night Brendan was born was one of the most incredible highs that Colin
and I had ever known with each other.

To our utter delight, most of the clan showed up to congratulate us and to
welcome the tiny, miraculous fellow for themselves, then stayed to watch
Colin and I get it on while being filmed by Tim and his eldest son, Mike.
Two cameras rolling simultaneously are always better than one: more angles,
more details, more fun.

We named our boy Brendan Jordan Dionysus Maguire, a nice combination of
ancestral and symbolic names.  He seemed, at this early date, to have my
coloring, dark brown hair and blue eyes.  Colin had gone from true blond as
a child to the darker blond of his adulthood.  But being so new, it was
hard to guess what Brendan's eventual coloring would be.

Colin wouldn't let the baby out of his sight.  His behavior was maternal as
well as paternal and it occurred to us that our clan had evolved to the
point where a guy could easily incorporate both aspects of parenthood.  The
only thing we couldn't do was get pregnant.  Time and evolution might
change all that thousands of years down the road, but for now I reveled in
watching Colin mothering our baby son.

Trish, naturally, felt a strong attachment to Brendan and tried to be with
him as often as possible.  Colin and I both had strong territorial
reactions to this, however, and we finally told Trish that we intended to
raise Brendan without much female involvement.  She was a little bit miffed
at first but the longer we talked about our plans and hopes, the more she
understood our reasoning.  In the end, most of her time with Brendan was
restricted to breastfeeding him.  We didn't forbid females to be around
Brendan or anything foolish like that, but we definitely wanted as little
feminine influence in his rearing as possible.

After a break of a few years, we were all excited by the opportunity to
enjoy adult breastfeeding again, something every member of our clan had
come to appreciate in one way or another.  It was a curious thing: for the
girls, the act of sucking on another girl's tit was more comforting than
sexual, more affectionate than carnal.  To us guys, the thrill of sucking
milk out of a woman's breast never failed to give us raging hard-ons and
the urge to fuck like dogs.

Meanwhile, Toby was thoroughly enjoying his enrollment in public school,
happily negotiating his days through Berkeley High.

Contrary to what you might think, our kids all had great times in high
school.  They were popular not only with the students but with the teachers
as well.  While they were usually attentive and well-behaved in classes,
they could just as easily kick up their heels and party hard along with
their classmates.

It also meant Toby had an entirely new population to play with, a veritable
stable of girls to spread his seed amongst.  What with his extremely busy
schedule at the F.U. Retreat during his 14th summer and his time at
Berkeley High, Toby had fathered 6 kids (that we knew of) before he hit his
15th birthday.  Two of those six were twins (his first children), but we
figured it still must be some sort of record (though there was no way to
check it that we knew of; it's not the sort of thing Guiness is likely to
document) and celebrated accordingly.

Toby crowed incessantly about his prowess and how potent his cum was, the
first among us guys to produce twins (fathered when he was not yet 12 years
old!)  We encouraged him on much like other boys' little league parents
would, urging him to try topping his own record by getting as many girls
pregnant as possible.  He took to our parental encouragement with a
vengeance.

Toby was a fun-loving kid, a real firecracker.  Sherry always said that
Toby was our "bad boy" and I didn't disagree with her.  His sense of humor
was puckish and sometimes a little mean-spirited but his adorable
mischievousness disarmed even his targets.  Boundless energy coursed
through him and we even had him diagnosed for ADHD but he tested within the
`normal' range.  We just had a busy boy on our hands.

At home he was a total sex fiend.  He loved pussy as much as anything and
was always after our girls, particularly his mom, my daughter Stella.

Only 13 years older than Toby, Stella was a beautiful, sexy 27 year-old at
the time and he constantly hounded her for sex.  He'd fondle her tits every
time his path crossed Stella's and he'd sneak up behind her, shove his
hands up her skirt or down her pants and grab whatever he found, laughing
and pressing himself close to her.  Stella found it all a bit overwhelming
but resigned herself to having yet another horny teenage boy on her hands.
Nevertheless, she fulfilled her maternal duty with zest and zeal.  It got
so that she was as excited by him as he was by her. We thought it was very
charming and beautiful, something she should be proud of, having a son who
was so obviously turned-on by his mama.

As he grew older his appetite for Stella grew even stronger.  After one
particularly loud and energetic session of mother-fucking he emerged from
our bedroom looking disoriented and exhausted, maybe even a little bit
disappointed.

"Goddamn, that bitch can fuck!  She keeps up with me every single time; I
can't believe it..."  Toby seemed almost perplexed that he'd found his
stamina matched by his mother's.

Soon after that incident, I walked in on Toby attempting to weasel his way
into our baby girl Maggie's little pussy.  She was less than a year old.
To his credit (as I later discovered) Toby was tender and gentle with her,
knowing just what to do to calm her when the size and force of his
ginger-hair-fringed cock began to overwhelm her world.

I cuffed his ear and pulled him away from Maggie.  At that moment all I was
concerned about was the well-being of our helpless little girl.

Shamed and red-faced, Toby moved from embarrassment to rage in seconds.

"What the fuck, dude?  Why'd you hit me?"

I thought his flaring anger was just his way of coping with the knowledge
that he had ignored an edict that we all respected and obeyed.

"Calm down, Spooge, calm the fuck down.  I acted on impulse.  You would've
hurt Maggie if you stuck your dick in her, you know that."

"Nah, I know what I'm doing, it wouldn't have hurt her.  Everything was
fine `til you messed it all up!"

Toby was livid now, really pissed off.  I quickly realized that it wasn't
shame that had upset him so; it was more a matter of my actions not
allowing him to relieve his sex drive.  I had committed the unspeakable
gaffe of preventing a guy from getting his nut.

"She's not even a year old, Toby, for Christ's sake!  Come on, dude, you
know better than to try fucking with the babies!"  I was getting pissed off
myself now.

"Well, it's a stupid rule!  Just cuz you guys are all fucked-out you think
you can tell us kids when and who to play with!  Shit...  Well, we'll
fuckin' show you!"

His initial rage was dying down to a simmering boil.  Mine, too.  I found
myself getting aroused by his arrogance, his disrespect and rage.  Healthy
and natural, masculine; almost scary.  I remember noticing what a cutie he
was.

Our shouting had caused Maggie to start yowling in that piercing shriek
babies make when they're startled.  Moments later the other babies in the
room took up the cry.

In seconds we both heard several sets of feet come racing down the hall to
the nursery.

Matt and Stella rushed into the room with Adam and Tim hot on their heels.

"What's going on?" Stella said in a breathless rush as she made straight
for the howling babes.

Matt stood between Toby and I, confused as to what the fuss was all about
but clearly ready to protect Toby at all costs.  His devotion to his young
lover was deeply affecting to me, even in my anger.

Tim and Adam just stood in the doorway, reluctant to get involved and make
matters worse.

"Our Casanova here was just about to rape Maggie when I came in on him," I
said, trying to modulate my voice and get my breathing under control.  I
wasn't sure if I was upset or turned on.

Matt looked down at Toby and stared hard at him.  I noticed that his wet
lips began to curl ever so slightly into the merest shadow of a grin.

Tim let out a sigh of exasperation and impatience.

"What the hell were you thinking, boy?"  Tim could be as intimidating as I
when he was pushed too far.  Toby had violated the most important principle
of our clan life.  Now both his dads had him on the carpet.

Toby yelled, "I wasn't fucking THINKING!," coloring the word with utter
contempt.

"Now, wait a --- " Tim began.

Matt cut him off and defused the whole situation by starting to laugh.

"You heard him, Dad!  He wasn't thinking...he was prinking!"  `Prinking'
was a word we guys had coined to express the concept of being so horny we
forgot to think with our brains and instead let our pricks do the thinking
for us.

By now Stella had gotten the babies calmed down and quiet.  We all looked
at each other some more and then I laughed.

"Christ, you are one horny little fucker!" I chortled at Toby, reaching
around Matt to give Toby's nuts a forgiving tug.  He stepped away from my
reach, retreating further behind Matt.  Toby was still pissed off.

The laughter died down pretty fast because we realized we really did have
to deal with Toby's apparent lack of willpower.

Of course it was understandable why he'd want to goof off with the babies;
all the guys had at one time or another expressed curiosity and amusement
at the idea of gently fucking the little ones.  But we had a hard-and-fast
rule about not engaging in penetrative sex-play with kids too young to
willingly acquiesce.

Matt told us all to sit down because he wanted to show us something,
something special and secret.

I had a feeling I was about to see something I had only fantasized about
before.  How right I was.

Like automatons we followed his order.  Once we were all seated on the beds
and the floor, Matt waved Adam over to where he and Toby stood.

While we watched in speechless wonder Toby sat gently beside Maggie, first
lightly petting and then fingering her tiny gash as Matt jacked Adam off
until the boy had a good, hard cockstand.

Matt nodded at him.  The 3 boys glanced at each other before Adam moved to
the bed.  Toby leaned into Adam's crotch and sucked his cock until it was
spit-slicked, then hocked a wad of spit right onto the shaft.

Adam's soon-to-be 12 year-old dick looked like a candy stick, shiny and
red.

"Go on, dude.  Like I showed you," Toby said softly to Adam.  "C'mon, don't
pussy out now.  You know the rules."

I wondered what that meant: "You know the rules."  I could only imagine.
My dick ached.

Adam inhaled a deep breath in readiness for what he was about to do right
in front of "the parents."

Adjusting his stance so he could comfortably squat down over little Maggie,
laid flat on the bed where Toby had placed her, he grabbed his prick and
aimed it right at her tiny slit.  We all gasped and I was just about to
lunge forward and yank him back.  We all played intimately with the babies
as part of their training, but nothing like this.  This felt distinctly
different; more dangerous, more lascivious.

But Matt had wisely kept his eyes on us rather than Adam and held up his
hand signaling "wait-and-see, it's-not-what-you-think."  In any case, his
gesture stopped me cold and Tim put a hand on my arm to keep me seated.

Adam glanced over his shoulder at us, looking a little scared but also
unmistakably excited.  Then he looked up at Toby.  Toby tilted his head in
a "carry on" nod and Adam grinned.

Pushing his hips forward, he touched the tip of his dick to Maggie's pussy
lips and rubbed against her.  Maggie made no sound at all.  Clearly, it
wasn't hurting or bothering her in the least.

Splaying his fingers on Adam's ass, Toby gently held him in place, pushing
slightly so Adam's prick would slide a bit into the lovely baby cunt
beneath him.

I glanced for a moment at Matt.  His face looked positively saint-like, a
shining, beatific smile of grace and bliss illuminating his features.
Amazing.  All he needed was a fucking halo.

The sound of Maggie giving a little grunt made me look back at the action
on the bed.

"It's OK, Maggie, it's OK..." Toby was whispering to her, leaning down to
nuzzle her tiny seashell ear.

His hand on Adam's ass pushed a little harder and I saw most of the head of
Adam's dick disappear inside Maggie.  Adam let out a sigh of pleasure.

"Ahhhhh..."  He looked at Matt and Toby with wide eyes, face flushed
scarlet, grinning like a hyena.

"You were right, it's so warm!...soft...so tight..."  Adam murmured these
words to the boys, as though the room was empty but for the 3 of them and
Maggie.

His little white bubble butt began bucking in slow motion, very delicate
and considerate.  He was cooing baby sounds at Maggie, calming her and
letting her know how good she felt to him.

Toby had an open-mouthed, loose-jawed smile on his face, eyes glued to the
vision of his 12 year-old brother's hard prick gently poking in and out of
a baby's less-than-a-year-old pussy.  And he was jacking off like a monkey.

"Go a little harder..." he slurred in an enraptured drawl.  "She likes it,
don't you little baby girl?"  He was speaking directly into Maggie's face,
gazing adoringly at her as he pummeled his cock like a demon.

We all stiffened when he leaned further down and kissed Maggie full on her
tiny bowed lips, then simultaneously gasped as he continued kissing more
passionately, more ravenously.  Toby was making hard love to a baby.

The sight was incredibly vivid and wildly energizing, like amping on really
good speed.  The wrongness only made it all the more intoxicating.  The
image was almost impossible to comprehend, let alone describe.

Matt, meanwhile, had placed babies Rhianna and Patrick on the other bed so
that their little faces were in line with his when he laid down between
them.  But before lying down he got their diapers off as quickly as he
could.

I'll be the first to admit that my cock gave a huge lurch when Matt
stretched out his full length on the bed.  The image of his 6'3" hairy,
sweating body incongruously placed between 2 tiny, creamy baby bodies was
incredible to see.  His face was settling into a determined mask of wild
deviancy, increasing by the moment.

Toby glanced up to see what all the movement was about, eyes glazed and
almost filmy with the heat of his perverted lust.  This kid was something
else, a real find.  His enthusiasm and performance were simply
indescribable.

"Ah, fuck, Pony, yeah, that's hella sick, babe, that's so fucking
whacked..."  He was almost chuckling, a wild, animalistic quality to it.

Matt sighed and then laughed similarly, the sound so much an echo of Toby's
laugh that it sent a shiver through the rest of us.

It became immediately clear that these kids were bonded in some sort of
wild sex pact.  This wasn't a new activity for them; this was something
they had played out who knew how many times before.  The secret
communication behind their transgressive laughter was absolutely obvious.
I had to hand it to them, disoriented as I was.  Another generation of
happy-go-lucky perverts!

It was also apparent that Adam was the newest member of their little cabal.
The time he had been spending with Matt and Toby hadn't been lost to simply
getting stoned and drunk together, it had also been prime training time.

Toby was shifting his weasely gaze back and forth between his lover Matt
and boy-toy Adam poking Maggie's pussy.  His reddish-blond eyebrows and
paler lashes were working overtime, highlighting his bright blue eyes
trying to focus on the rapidly changing sights flashing before him.  He
talked a constant stream of filth to both boys, stoking their lust and
libido with each new nasty comment.

"It looks awesome, Pony, you make me wanna fuck so bad; Paddy looks like a
baby version of me, dude!... so hot watching you making out with two
babies, fucking crazy- hot, dude; I wish you'd fucked me when I was a
baby..." he chanted at Matt.  The mindless chuckle underscored his words
like the soundtrack to a spectacularly pornographic film.

Patrick really did look like an infant version of Toby, a shock of silky,
gingery hair atop snow-white skin.  I well knew why Matt had chosen Patrick
for this exhibition; the similarity was unmistakable and was I absolutely
certain that the resemblance wasn't lost on him.  He was reliving his
life-long desire for Toby but heightening the reenactment with this scaled
down version of the boy.

Matt had begun moving his hairy legs all around the bed, toes curling and
flexing with each cresting wave of sexual excitement.  It was nearly
impossible for him to lie still; his entire reason for living at that
moment was to make love to those babies.  Somehow it only made the scene
all the more enthralling, this fully-grown 26 year-old man so completely
swept up in the sensuousness of french-kissing two infants.

When his sweaty hand crept up to fiddle with Patrick's little uncut button
of a dick, Tim and I muttered involuntarily, inarticulate animal sounds
forming in the back of our throats.  Stella glanced at us, silent, but eyes
wide open and glassy.  She too was clearly under the hypnotic spell of the
scene we were witnessing.

I heard my brother muttering under his breath.  "Aw, fuck you, Matty, you
warped-ass bastard, goddamn you, boy..."  I could hear the mixed shock of
pride and envy in his voice.

Toby heard him, too, and flashed Tim a leering, crooked grin that cracked
his face in two like a rotten egg.  My brother didn't see it because he was
staring unblinkingly at his older son getting more and more worked up,
wedged between the two little squirming things on the bed.

Adam gave a sharp, single shout of unhinged joy as Toby pushed harder on
his bucking rump, forcing his mid-size stiffie further inside Maggie's
impossibly small cunt.  His hips started blurring before my eyes as my
vision clouded over.  I felt completely overcome with a rush of taboo
desire; my head was exploding with crazy thoughts that made no sense.

Toby was actually cackling now, watching us observers as intently as we
watched them.  He dipped his pretty, contorted face down to Maggie's mouth
again and this time I almost shot my load when I saw his thick, pink tongue
snake its way into her diminutive mouth.

In and out of her sweet lips, licking and kissing her rosebud mouth and
cheeks and forehead, wet tracks of saliva streaking her perfect, downy
skin.

Matt was groaning now.  I shifted my gaze back to the bed just in time to
see him reach to his immediate left for baby Rhianna.  He picked her up and
held her aloft for a few seconds, eyes crazily focused on the beauty of her
tiny pink pussy before lowering her so that her entire body was pressed
against his hard, obscenely huge cock.

As soon as he had her body perfectly adjusted to fit his crotch he started
thrusting against her.  His hairy balls were bigger by far than her tiny
feet, kicking playfully under the steady rhythm of Matt's undulating torso.
His balls were being flattened so hard that I thought it must hurt.  I knew
how randy they smelled and I wondered if Rhianna's body would stink like
his sweaty, unwashed nuts by the time he was through with her.

Holding her in place with one big, twitchy hand, Matt brought Patrick close
to his face with his other hand, alternating between sniffing the baby
boy's asshole and suckling his set of cock-and-balls.  Patrick was gurgling
and jerking around a bit, unused to the sensations Matt was sending through
his tiny body.

With a sudden flurry of movement, Toby was off the bed and fetching more
babies from their cribs.  Holding a naked infant in each arm, he placed
them next to Matt's convulsing body, making sure their heat radiated
against him before returning to the cribs for another batch of babes.

Matt raised his head from the bed and looked at the circus of tiny
performers writhing around and over him.  His mouth opened and closed
several times as if he were trying to speak, but all he could do was croak
out noises that Toby seemed to understand as if they were actual words.

"I know, dude, it's the fucking best, huh?  Welcome to Wonderland!"  Both
boys let loose with a deranged guffaw before their shared laughter turned
to demonic cackling.  The sound of it was driving me out of my mind.

Toby held Rhianna in place with both hands for his big, sweaty lover,
allowing Matt to grab the other babies and feel their silky innocence
squirm all over him while he slid his horse-cock over Rhianna.  Toby's dick
was as hard as I'd ever seen it, throbbing with dirty thrills.  A strand of
precum was dangling a good foot from the tip, catching the light like a
spider web glistening with morning dew.

Matt's mind must have been nearly incapacitated by lust because only his
eyes still looked vaguely human.  But even the
windows-to-his-fuck-crazed-soul were hooded and bloodshot with desire.  I
knew the sights and sounds of all those little bodies pushing and prodding
him to a gargantuan orgasm must have been like heaven-on-earth to Matt.

I knew what turned him on, what got him going, what made his imagination
plummet to new and undreamt of depths of perversion.  I had always known
what Matt loved best; I had, after all, witnessed his sexual education from
the time he experienced his first dry orgasm when he was 6 or 7 up to this
very moment.

It suddenly dawned on me that Matt and Toby were now roughly the same ages
my brother and I had been when we both realized how deeply in love we
were. The same ages we had been when we started to have sex with each other
as often as we could do it.  That seemed somehow magical to me, a truly
beautiful coincidence.

Adam was really humping fast on Maggie now, about half his dick head poking
in and out of her tiny labia as he raced into the final thrusts.  He began
hissing in his breath as a loud, crazy moan started welling in his scrawny,
heaving chest and rushing up his skinny throat.  Suddenly it burst out, a
long and loud shout of ultimate bliss, the sound of his inner world
exploding in a fireball of white hot cum.

Maggie's pussy lips worked like toothless gums against Adam's bucking,
opening and closing rapidly as they sucked in the sperm.  His bright red
prick spewed its load of boy- juice all over the precious little cunt,
slopping onto Maggie's chubby little legs and spilling between her thighs.

Toby scampered over to them, eagerly craning his neck to get a good view of
Maggie's cum-coated gash.

He said to Adam, "Open sesame, bro."

Adam was still recovering from his mind-blowing nut, but giddily stuck his
middle and index fingers into Maggie's cunt and spread the lips gently
open.  His jizz gleamed tantalizingly as it oozed out of the little gape,
coating his fingertips.  Both boys oooo-ed and again started their nasty
giggling at the sight of it.

"Taste it," Toby prodded Adam, nudging the kid like he was being dense.

Adam stuck his fingers in his mouth and pursed his red lips around them,
sucking off the heavenly juices.

Toby laughed with that adolescent braying we all loved so well.  "Not all
of it, you greedy little prick!  Leave some for me, dude!"  The boys were
having the time of their lives, happier than I'd ever seen them, more
bonded and brotherly.

Toby kept his eyes locked on Adam's as he seductively licked the younger
boy's fingers.  When he was finished he ruffled Adam's unruly hair and told
him, "You did good, bro!"  Adam smiled proudly, delighted at being
complimented by his new idol and crush.

Matt was by now very close to reaching the Pearly Gates of orgasm, moaning
like an injured animal, thrashing and spasming on the bed as the squirming
heap of infant flesh rubbed him to climax.

His fat cock looked like a cobra repeatedly lunging forward then backward
as it snarked around relentlessly searching for prey.  Rhianna's little
body was shiny with its venom.

Toby was still talking hot smack, telling Matt to wait a few more seconds
while he licked Adam's nut out of Maggie's little cum-cup.  In a far-away
voice, Matt hissed, "Hurry up, hurry, hurry..."

Toby hunkered down and spread the little girl's dolly legs and plunged his
face right down on to her cunt.  I altered my position to better see him
tongue out her slit, getting his nose and chin slimy with Adam's
seedy-tasting semen.  When he reared back up, face glistening and aflame,
he giggled like a happy pervert presented with a particularly hard- to-get
piece of pornography.

Matt was gasping now, and Toby crawled over to the edge of the rocking bed.

"OK, babe, you're good to go.  Shoot that shit!"

Toby's freckled arms shot out and he ran his hands up the length of Matt's
hairy flanks, adding his own familiar, electric touch to the sensuousness
of baby-flesh.  He even adjusted the babies for closer contact with his
lover and actually draped baby Joseph over Matt's straining, sweaty face.
Joseph's little ass looked like a souffle on top of Matt's head.  I let out
an involuntary laugh, surprised by my own sex-hazed voice.

Both Timmy and I had started jacking off several minutes earlier and both
of us were chomping at the bit, so to speak.  Whenever we got this amped-up
it was difficult for us to stay still, our bodies and minds frantic and
manic.  I stood up on quavering legs that suddenly felt like jelly, eager
to go nowhere in particular, then heavily sat back down again.  Tim
snickered.

Toby was caught between desires.  Intently focused on his lover's pending
blow-out, his gaze kept coming back to us.  More specifically, to his mom.

Stella was still silent but had begun breathing through her mouth, a
tell-tale Stella-signal that she was in the sex-throes of her own
delirious, private world.  Her fingers had disappeared inside her cunt long
before.

"Yeah, mom, get yourself off good...you look fucking sexy as hell.  And
look at those titties...mmmmm, mmmmm, MMMMMM!"  He smacked his lips with a
lascivious slurp.  The epitome of a teenage boy harassing hot chicks in the
hallway between classes.

He leapt up and bounded over to her.  He stood right in front of Stella,
proudly jacking off while his mother stared at the cock she knew every vein
of, eyes like saucers.

"Fucking hot cunt, mama, you know how much I like it..."

Stella groaned as her fingers dug deeper, faster.

"And YOU love it when you feel this inside you, don'cha? Don'cha!?"  His
face like running paint, color on color.  Fist firmly clutching the
engorged shaft, shaking it at her like a weapon.

"Ohhhhh god, yes, yessSSS!"  Stella barked out.

"Such a fuckin' nice pussy, all hot and sloppy.  Wish I could'a fucked you
on my way out...mmmm, yeah, while I was still IN you..."  Toby was turning
himself on with his crazy talk.

"OH-my-baby-my-fucking-christ-baby-boy-my-boy-my-baby..."  Stella was
cumming hard.

He turned his back to her and wriggled his round, white ass in her face.
He caught my eye, stepped up to me, bent over, and pushed his creamy,
red-haired asshole backwards, just inches from my face.

"Smell my ass, ya fuckin' bitch, suck on my dumphole!"  Toby, Toby, Toby...

He shuffled back a step and reached behind my head, cupping the back of it
with his strong hand, bringing funky asshole and paternal lips together for
a vile, savage kiss.

I whimpered as Toby ground his ass all over my hair and face, jerking his
cock faster and faster.

Matt could hear the whole thing happening.  The island of naked babies
around him and the sounds of me slurping hungrily on his boyfriend's
shitter triggered his countdown.

He began huffing like a locomotive building up steam, faster, quicker
bursts of hot air, building up to that first great heaving lurch.

"Toby...awww, fuck, baby, I'm gonna shoot!" Matt bellowed.

Toby let go of my head and raced over to where Matt was preparing to
explode all over himself and the babies.

"OK, fucker, let `er rip!" he said.

Matt sat up on the bed like a vampire rising from its coffin, eager to
feed.  Babies to the right, babies to the left, all around and over him,
draped across his legs, pressed tight against his hips.

He lifted red-haired Patrick and held him in the crook of one arm, bringing
the little boy's body up close to his mouth and nose.  Matt's face looked
smeared, as though his appetite for this work was so intense that an inner
heat that melted the edges of his features into a runny, deranged mess.

His lips were all over Paddy, licking and savoring every inch of tender,
naked flesh.  Toby was kneading Matt's straining muscles in his upper arms
and shoulders, dipping down to force Matt's arm away from his pit.

Exposing the mass of stinky, brown hair, wet and curled into dark little
whorls, he inhaled and lapped at the rank nest until Matt was literally
shaking from the combined stimuli.

Just before Matt jerked his way to Nirvana and started to bellow out his
immanent triumphant arrival, Toby squatted slightly, spread his legs and
slid a finger up his ass.  He gave a short whooping sound and then withdrew
his ass-slicked finger, gave it an appreciative sniff, and quickly wiped it
clean in Matt's sweaty underarm.

Once again cackling like a demon, he kissed Matt full on the lips and
pushed Matt's hand away from his dick, replacing it with his own.

"Now you'll be sweating my ass smell along with your b.o., dude...," all
pervy-like and breathless.

Toby could jack any guy off like a pro, and Matt had been saying for years
that Toby could jerk him off better and quicker than anyone else he'd ever
played with.

Matt gave a tortured whimper.

"Fuck you, dirty boy...my dirty-dirty-baby..." Matt growled.  And then it
began.

A little belch of Matt's cum slopped out and splashed onto his belly.  Hips
rocking and legs squirming, whole body tensing, teeth gritted for the
event, another little squirt of sperm burst out and slimed Toby's pounding
fist.

Then Matt screamed and it looked like it a meteor shower had hit the bed.
A tremendous burst of pent-up baby batter rocketed out of his prick so hard
that it cleared the bed entirely, slapping the floor at the foot of the
bed.

Before we even had time to react several more bursts exploded out of his
huge, veiny cock, a shower of hot cum flashing like white light in the air,
crashing like a cloudburst into the sea of infants surrounding him.

Matt had always been the biggest shooter in the clan, a natural gift that
conferred special status within the family and something he'd always been
supremely proud of.  When Matt came, his ejaculations lasted longer than
any of the other guys.  This one went longer than any I'd seen him pump out
over the last decade.  No kidding.  A fucking decade.

In the approximately 15 seconds it took him to empty his nuts before
tapering off to small jets, he must have blasted out a good baker's-dozen
bursts of jizz.  It looked more like he was pissing than cumming.

The babies were soaked with it, not one of them untouched by the slimy jizz
bath.

Toby roared out that he was about to go too, and hiked one grubby-soled
foot up onto the bed.  With a fury of sound and facial contortions, he
aimed his prick directly at the babies and unleashed another fountain of
sperm.  He flung that shit everywhere and some even flew up into his face.
His forearm was sprinkled with it and he licked it off in one great swipe
of his nasty tongue and quickly swallowed.

Timmy and I were in the final countdown before our own eruptions and as
soon as both boys had regained their breath, Toby brought over Rhianna and
Patrick, the 2 babies who'd been most thoroughly drenched in their cum.

The little things were so covered in hot, reeking sperm that it was
dripping off them in thick, heavy pearls.

Handing Rhianna to me and Patrick to my brother, it was as though Toby was
making a final peace offering, a token of letting bygones be bygones.

"Go on, guys, this is the best part, "the heart-of-the-artichoke" as we
call it."

Toby shot a glance at Matt and Adam, lounging side-by-side in the midst of
the babies.  Both boys looked exhausted, damp bangs stuck to their sweaty
foreheads, eyes happily vacant, faces still flushed by their adventures in
Wonderland.  But they managed a weak, mutual grin of victory.

I slid out of my chair onto the floor, holding fish-slippery Rhianna firmly
in my hands.  Tim joined me, trying not to drop Patrick.  It was a comical
sight, like he was trying to catch one of those kids' toys called
`water-weenies."  Patrick nearly popped right out of Timmy's grasp a few
times before my brother laid him safely on the floor, rump-side up.

The roomful of laughter died down fast once we had the babies in place.
All eyes were on us, waiting to see where our revving libidos would take
us.

Timmy went to work straight away, sliding his cock in long, sensual sweeps
up and down Paddy's short, tight butt crack.  Tim couldn't possibly get the
maximum pleasure out of his fun by sliding only in and out of the tiny
crack, so he used the entire length of the baby's body to rub against.  It
looked like my brother was giving Paddy a full-body massage with his cock.

I watched them until Tim settled into a steady rhythm before I began
playing with Rhianna.

The odor of rich, fertile semen wafted up from the babies, the heat of
their delicate bodies keeping the cum pungent and fresh-out-of-the-oven
fragrant.  The smell alone was enough to make me blow my wad but there was
so much else to keep us stimulated -- so many sights and sounds and tastes
-- that the riot of stimuli served as a sort of check on our cumming too
quick.

Rhianna was flat on her back, tiny fists and feet waving happily in the
air, bright blue eyes looking straight at me.  It was a bit unnerving at
first, my eyes locked onto this tiny girl who couldn't even speak yet.  I
was about to get my nut on her without the courtesy of as much as a
`by-your-leave.'  I was free to do what I liked.  A lesser man might have
taken advantage of the situation but my honor held me back and I behaved
with a civilized man's decorum.

I stretched out flat on my stomach, face inches away from her gummy little
cunt.  The cool wood floorboards felt hard and severe under my hairy torso.
As I slid around some I could feel a few pubes and stomach hairs catching
on the hardwood, tearing them out and adding them to the history of the
house, a very telling footnote in the story of the room.

My face got pleasantly wet and sticky simultaneously as I smeared it over
Rhianna's limbs and tummy.  Her sweet little head was coated with sperm,
like a bucket of paint had poured over her.  I inhaled deeply, the stink of
jizz so strong that I could taste it in the back of my throat.

I don't recall how long I spent kissing and licking her.  I do remember
that I left tokens behind, hickies on her pudgy neck and on the inside of
her luscious thighs to either side of her virginal cunt.

But I soon found that my cock didn't want to loiter any longer waiting for
its star turn.  I hauled myself up onto my knees and then repositioned
myself so that I could slide my hard prick up and down the cleft of her
creamy gash.

Matt rolled off the bed carefully avoiding the babies and sat beside me.
Toby followed a moment later.  Now both boys were sitting on either side of
my brother and me, like psychological book ends holding us securely
together, preventing us from flying apart.

I was all about getting off now.  Nothing else much mattered.  I was
sexually determined to know what it felt like to have my cock-head inside a
baby's pussy.  Seeing Adam successfully attempt and achieve this only made
me more intent on experiencing the forbidden thrill for myself.  Don't ever
let anybody tell you that kids can't be trailblazers.

Tim was already pretty close to spurting before I really even started.  But
when I did, I threw my whole being into it, completely abandoned myself to
the delicious, taboo rush of a middle-aged man sticking his dick inside his
infant grand-daughter's pussy.  The expectation of the nasty thrill I was
about to get a piece of made me less than fully human at that instant, and
I couldn't have cared less.  My rational mind was gone to ruin.  I had to
have this happen.

Gently massaging the slimy sperm soup all over Rhianna's little body made
her stink like boys so bad that I almost gagged.  And I was right about her
reeking like Matt's sweaty balls; I could smell the hormonal, spicy stink
clearly but it only added to the feast of smells that had already got me
salivating.

The feel of my trembling hands being coated with the still-warm spooge of
Toby and Matt made me bond with them in a way I'd never quite experienced
before.  I was running my fingers through their genetic essence, their very
identities, and it felt like I was soaking up all their frenzied sexuality
as well.

Feeling totally fucking high now, I laughed in the throes of experiencing
myself completely as a sexual being.  Then I nearly wept, awed at sharing
this unspeakable moment with those I loved best, my family.  I was glad
that they were witnessing it.  Proud.

My cock now thrumming with blood and stiff as a 2x4, I told Toby to lie
flat on his back.  He looked at me quizzically but did as I asked.  The
second he was stretched flat beneath me I placed Rhianna on his chest and
told him to keep a good grip on her.

"What are you gonna do?  What's up, dude?"  His eyes were gleaming like
shimmering embers and he kept asking me what I was doing, as if he was
about to learn some delectable piece of high school gossip just aching to
be spread around campus.  That same sort of glee.

"Floor's too hard for her little back.  You're her cushion," I explained.
"Now shut up and hold her."

Toby liked it when I talked like this to him, rough and abrupt.  But
honestly it wasn't planned or designed to turn him on.  I simply didn't
have time for lengthy explanations; I had a major nut to bust.

Clasped by her tiny arms in his slender freckled hands, Rhianna lay on
Toby's torso like a prized jewel displayed on the naked body of the
sultan's favorite catamite.

As I shifted my hairy hulk over them I realized I was being forced into
assuming the same stance that Matt used when he'd rub and writhe on top of
the babies.  It's a position that always reminded me of a great, hairy
spider from the way he had to hold his limbs in order to get the proper
leverage for pumping.

As I balanced myself on my hands and feet, arched over the baby girl atop
Toby's sweat- streaked chest, I stroked her cummy little face and gazed
into her uncomprehending eyes.

Rhianna smiled at me and pursed her tiny mouth into an "o".  What appeared
to be a spit bubble formed on her pink lips as she breathed out but I knew
it wasn't spit, it was sperm.  That image made me close my eyes as a
powerful wave of lust roared through my body and brain.

I opened my eyes and lowered my face to kiss her full on the lips. When I
pulled back I could feel my lips sticky and wet with Matt and Toby's ball
juice.  Then I went wild.

As my cock made contact with the sweet, silky warmth of her little love
mound, I yowled like a tomcat in rut.  I glanced down the length of her
body to see the fat, purple knob of my Nazi helmet cock-head, shiny and
smooth, far bigger than the little cunt it longed to invade.  As I thrust
gently forward it looked like it would break her in two if I pushed even a
little too hard.  I knew this event would test my resolve and skill and
that I had to be very careful.

Two opposing instincts: carefulness in the extreme vs. a deranged
abandonment to sexual gratification.

In the end, both were victorious.  I still don't know how I controlled
myself and my urges, but Rhianna never felt a thing other than
pleasure. Except for a moment.

Toby reached down and used his fingers to delicately open the baby's labia.

"OK, Cal, stick it in, go on...just don't go too hard or she'll fuckin'
bleed.  You'll see, you'll know automatically when to stop pushing, you can
feel her hymen push back on your dick."

I glanced up at his face through sex-glazed eyes and saw his lips forming
the words.  The sound of them seemed to come from either a great distance
away or from inside my head.  I felt like I was tripping on very pleasant
acid.

The inside of a baby's pussy is one of the most amazing things a guy could
ever feel on his dick.  I recalled the words I had heard Adam utter less
than a half hour ago: "so warm...soft...so tight." So right.

A tingle raced up and down my spine and I remember shivering as I made that
heavenly inaugural stroll up her lover's lane.  Traces of Adam's cum still
slimed the path and the stroll back down felt even more fantastic.  As I
fell into my rhythm the sensations of baby cunt on man cock just pushed me
over the edge.

I kept looking down between my legs at my hairy, veiny dick, swollen and
shiny, gliding up and down a baby's pussy, her little body held firmly to
the sex-flushed chest and belly of a 15 year-old boy.  A 15 year-old who
reveled in perversion, the nastier, the more taboo, the better.  The
conviction seized me that Toby was my son, not my brother's.

I looked up to his face which was more in line with mine than Rhianna's.
The demonic glee he took in having me nearly rape my baby grand-daughter
while he held her in place for me was so full of pleasure and vile delight
that it was like looking deeply, penetratingly, disturbingly, into a
mirror.

"Now stick your knob in, dude...you won't believe how good it is."

I growled in response and reached down to grab hold of my throbbing cock,
pausing to fondle and squeeze my wild, hairy balls, smelly and full,
churning like a vat of boiling soup.

"C'mon, baby girl, get a good whiff of these bull balls, you fucking little
cutie..."  Suddenly I was squatting over her tiny face, dangling my ripe
nuts right on top of her little button nose and rosebud lips.  I dipped
down a bit more and gyrated my hips so my balls could rub against her
silky, slimy cheeks. Toby's chest rumbled with a low, nasty chuckle.

"Yeah, Cal, let her sniff your rank nuts, dude, that's fuckin' sick,
man...probably can't smell `em unless they're real stinky cuz of all that
jizz she's got on her face, dude..."

His talk was amping me up for more twisted delights, an endless series of
random, perverted stunts popping into my febrile imagination a mile a
minute.

Without warning, a body wave of horniness cued me in that I'd be spewing in
seconds.  I hurriedly hunkered down into a spider-squat again and magically
found the tiny opening of her doll-like pussy simply by rooting around her
crotch with the head of my prick.  The feel of her, incredibly tight and
hot, made my cock pulse with the need to get inside and blow.

Glancing at my handiwork, I could see her inch long labia part as I bucked
into her, my personal slime already making her cunt shine like a new penny.
When I stuck my helmet inside the minute cleft I almost passed out.

Rhianna gave a quiet grunt and her eyes screwed up like she might cry.  But
I murmured sweet, filthy baby-talk to her and got her calmed down.  I was
careful not to thrust too hard the way I instinctively wanted to, knowing
the force of my bucking could easily pierce her membrane and cause her
pain, a thing I would have hated.

In retrospect, fucking a baby's pussy doesn't feel anywhere near as good as
fucking a very young boy's ass, say a 6 or 7 year-old boy's.  A boy's
shitter feels tighter, warmer, silkier, and slicker than an infant's cunt.
The smells during the act itself are more redolent of dirty love, more
decadently sensuous.  Plus, the way he squirms around, moaning and
responding to your voice, thrashing under your grunting, sweating weight,
the bliss of being completely in tune with his exquisite cries for sexual
release...well, you know what I mean.

But the novelty and the incredible wrongness of what I was doing was the
trump.  I increased my speed and pumped fast and short into her cunt,
poking her as hard as I could in order to spurt like I wanted, like I
needed.

My eyes were locked onto Toby's because they were level with mine.
Periodically I would cover his mouth with mine and shove my tongue down his
throat, all rough and spitty, my goatee grinding against his chin and lips
like sandpaper while I fucked faster.

"Yeah, baby fucker, that's what you are now...comin' in here, yellin' at
me, tellin' me to get the fuck off her...yeah, you love fuckin baby cunt,
don'cha?"

His words were provoking me to do something.  What, I didn't know.

"Fuckin' pervert...rapin' babies, dude, that's what you're doin', ya know
that?"  He let out with that nasty, throaty cackle again.  From somewhere
beside me I heard Matt take up the snide cackle, too.

Toby had begun thrusting up against me as I bucked down against him.  I
could feel the hot, sticky tip of his dick butt into my stinking nuts with
each rapid stroke.  My cock was slipping out of Rhianna over and over and
it was driving me mad.  I needed to feel my entire shaft enveloped by
sweet, tender flesh, I needed to thrust deep inside a young, juicy hole,
all the way in to my pubes.  My frustration was getting the better of me.

"Your cock...your fucking dirty cock..."  I was chanting it into his face,
my hot breath ruffling his short, ginger hair as I panted all over his
head.

"Yeah...yeah...my fuckin' dirty cock sliding against yours, dude...both of
us fuckin' raping a baby together, doesn't get any more twisted than this,
ya sick fuck..."  Again, the horrifyingly defiant laugh.

I hissed in his straining, red face, "Shut your fucking yap, you little
prick, or I'll bite the tongue right outta your fucking head!"  I think I
yelled it at him.  Toby's laughter rose to a feverish pitch.

Without even thinking about it I hocked up a major wad of saliva and spat
it right in his face.  Toby's eyes opened wider and he stopped chattering
for a moment, I guess from the shock of it.  Then he opened his mouth in
silent mirth, totally turned-on by my roughness.

"Fuckin' pig, cocksuckin' baby-raper!  Fuckin'...awww, hell yeah, fuck my
dick, you hard-ass son-of-a-bitch, I want you to stick it up my ass, man!"

My dick was grinding and sliding all over Toby's cock by now.  I had
forgotten about getting back inside Rhianna; it was too difficult staying
in her so I found an even better sensation on my dick by rubbing it against
Toby's.  I couldn't take the time to fuck his ass properly but I was loving
what I was getting, nonetheless.  And that's what it was all about in that
moment: what I wanted.

An incredible vibration swept through me, from the soles of my feet to the
roots of my hair.  Both of us were heaving and grunting in a syncopated
rhythm, racing to a great, gloriously sloppy finish of wet masculine
fireworks.

Just as my balls and prick roiled and swelled with the first blast, I found
the opening to Rhianna's cunt and plunged into her, plunged too hard I'm
afraid to say, making her give a sharp yelp of pain.

Toby nearly shrieked from the sound of Rhianna's high-pitched squeal and
the feel of my hot cum shooting into her pussy with nowhere to go, then
ricocheting back and soaking everything under me.

With a mind of its own, my cock slipped out of her again, sending huge
belches of cum shooting up the length of her body and slopping onto Toby's
chest and chin.

Bursts of thick, wet warmth now repeatedly slammed against my hairy nuts
and started pouring between my legs, dripping down onto Rhianna and Toby,
both.  Under me, Toby's face was squeezed into a tight, grunting grimace as
he emptied his balls again, unable to withstand the need to strew his seed
for the second time in under 15 minutes.

Humping him until I was drained, hearing the squishy skids of slimy skin
against skin, the short, rapid bursts of breath, cum-gummy pubic hair
chafing against youthful flesh...all these things eventually slowed down
until I lay atop them, spent and vaguely conscious of something monumental
having happened.

The reek of hot sperm clogged my sinuses, filling my head with its seedy
richness, wrapping round my head like the dank, hovering fog of teenage
boys' bedrooms across the nation.

Matt and Toby quieted Rhianna, inspecting her puffy little pussy to make
sure I hadn't damaged her.  No problems; she was intact, if a bit the worse
for wear.

Once my head cleared some my curiosity was aroused.  I leaned over and
looked at my brother and his baby boy fuck-toy.  Both of them were
liberally doused with jizz and streaked with sweat.  Tim's stomach hair was
glued to his belly in dark tufts.  Little Paddy looked like a flocked
Christmas tree, clumps of rapidly melting opalescence running off his
backside and tickling his ribs as it poured down him like snowy sap.

Stella had already left the room; I hadn't even seen or heard her leave.
All that remained were us guys and the babies.

Toby stepped into the hallway and barked out for Stella to come clean the
kids up.  A few moments later she and Lily (who had been playing with Bo
and his daughter Treasure in their house behind our home) came into the
room and began getting the babies ready for their dinner-time baths.  Timmy
and I whined about it, joking with the girls about how much nicer it would
be to just let the babes soak in our marinade.

As we rose and stumbled our way out of the room toward the showers Toby
sidled up to me and said, "You owe me, dude.  Big time."

"What do I owe you, boy?" I laughed back at him.

"A couple hours together where I call the shots, man!" he snorted back.

"Anytime, punk, anytime!"

He looked at me, grinned evilly, and cocked a sexy, arrogant, teenage
eyebrow.

"Later, then.  You're on."

We traipsed into the shower room off our main bedroom.  Rows of spigots
lined the four walls of the shower and we turned them all on, even though
there were only the 5 of us.  Hot water cascaded down as steam filled the
shower and made everything even more dreamlike, more surreal.

I was already well-recovered and my brain had quieted down to a simmer, no
longer boiling over with unheard of images and ideas.  But my cock stayed
half-hard, in full denial that the fun was finished.

The culprit was, as always, Toby.  Everything about him was priming me for
more action: the way he stood under the hot water jets, casually leaning
his weight on one foot while he lounged back into the hot spray.  The
jagged edge of his braying, adolescent voice, annoyingly loud and boastful.
The darting glances as we eyed each other up and down like cheap Hollywood
gunslingers.

His words careened through my head like echoes in the black shadows of an
immense subterranean catacomb: "You owe me, dude.  Big time."

I wanted him bad.  I wanted our filthy minds to meld in depravity.  And it
was all his fault.

Timmy and Adam were goofing off, splashing and grabbing at each other like
normal.  Matt was oddly quiet and stayed somewhat aloof from the rest of
us.  I watched his face, particularly his eyes, trying to catch private
glances between him and Toby.  But none were forthcoming.

The only thing I saw that cued me in to what was happening was Toby holding
out his hand to Matt, wordlessly beckoning him over to where Toby stood
under the caressing water.  Matt padded over to Toby and stroked the
younger boy's shoulder, looking at him as though he were taking in a
magnificent sculpture in a museum.

Toby turned his back to Matt and squatted, spreading his legs.

"Wash my hole?"  An invitation more than an actual question.

Matt performed the action like a holy rite.  I imagine to the two of them
it was indeed something holy, something mysterious that passed between them
when shithole was made pure under the ministrations of devout hands.

I couldn't take my eyes off them, even when Adam grabbed my hand and tried
to engage me in some kiddy sex-play.  Always somewhat small for his age, at
nearly 12 he stood just under 5', a skinny little boy still, except for his
dick.  That marvel of biology belonged on a boy of 14, a nice little 5-1/2
incher fringed with a silky tuft of dark blond hair.  Seeing him fuck like
a man -- even if it was a baby he was fucking -- made me think about him in a
whole new light.

I was fascinated as only a deviant can be by thoughts of the depraved games
he was being taught by Toby and Matt.  I wondered which of the three's
brains squirmed most with crazy new sexual perversions.  From what I knew
of Adam, he probably followed the older boys' lead more than he initiated
new excursions into debauchery.  But a very eager initiate, nonetheless.
The idea was pleasing to me.  Ah, to be 12 again!

All these thoughts were again beginning to build in force and intensity.  I
had believed my over-active imagination to be satiated for the moment but I
was obviously, visually, wrong.  And the guys all noticed it.

"Damn, Cal, what's going on in there, bro?"  Tim had splashed over to me
and was ticking my asshole as he chuckled the query, gesturing at my head
and randomly jerking cock.

I could only smile and pretend like everything was normal.  But my cock was
pulsing heavenwards with each beat of my heart.

"Still want more, huh?  Fuckin' letch..."

That snide, silky voice.  The dirty, impudent laugh.  Toby.  Staring at me.
Lip curled in a half-cocked sneer.  I could have flung him to the wet tile
and fucked him to death.

My body was nearly shaking from the nasty visions rampaging through my
skull.  My brain felt like it was too big, revving way too fast, to
possibly stay in my head.

"I'm so ready you can't even believe it, punk.  You up for it right now?"
I figured I might as well just say what I wanted.  Maybe the weird feelings
would go away.

Toby and Matt exchanged a glance.  No smiles, no raised eyebrows.  Just a
cool stare.  He inhaled and then exhaled though his nose, a long, slow,
thoughtful sigh.

Then, "Oh, sure!  Let's go."  Quick.  Casual.  Deliberate.  Nothing to
warrant a good think before answering.  Was the little whelp playing with
my head?  I imagined so.  Smart-ass little motherfucker.

Unsure of what to do about it, I stood there stupidly, still well under the
influence of whatever it was that had seized me.  Toby found it the perfect
opportunity to start managing things.

"OK, well then, finish showering and go to our room."

By this he meant the bedroom upstairs that he and Matt now shared.  They
had begun this private arrangement in order to further pursue their dirty
tricks together before sharing them with the rest of us.  Some of them,
anyway.  We all knew that the two got up to some wild stuff that they chose
to keep between them.

I was wondering what Matt was going to do while Toby and I had our playtime
together.  Would he join us?  Go somewhere?  Entertain himself with some of
the other kids?  My brother and Adam, I knew, were off to the movies after
dinner along with most of the other kids, so at least I had something
definite to hold on to, some frame of reference.

I recognized at that moment that my heart was pounding like a nervous
schoolgirl's.  I was really excited and anxious for whatever lay ahead.

Timmy could tell that I was waiting for him and Adam to leave the shower
area, eager to be left alone with Toby.  He hurried Adam along by picking
him up in his strong, hairy arms and flipping the boy this way and that
under the hot spray of water.  Both of them were still feeling frisky; Adam
was shrieking and giggling, trying to wrestle himself out of my brother's
unyielding arms to no avail.

Matt and Toby casually made out and rinsed off while Tim helped Adam dry
himself once they were out of the shower.  I was still letting the hot
water pound the back of my neck and shoulders, just waiting for the room to
quiet down before I launched myself at Toby.  I didn't really care if Matt
saw it happen or not.  In fact, part of me wanted him there for however
long we played.  I knew his presence would only provoke Toby to further
heights of nastiness.

Tim and Adam gave us a smile and said they were going downstairs to dinner.
I didn't have much of an appetite, at least not for food, so I told them
I'd see them later.

Once Matt and Toby were out of the shower drying themselves I quickly
rinsed myself of the last traces of soap and joined them at the towel rack.

"So...remember our deal, Cal.  I call the shots," Toby said.  His voice had
regained its usual pleasantness, oddly devoid of the disrespectful tone he
had been using earlier.  I wasn't sure I wanted him to revert back to his
normal, friendly self.  His mouthing off at me had acted like some sort of
aphrodisiac and I wanted more of it.

"Whatever, punk.  Let's go have some fun."  My voice sounded wobbly and
frantic.

Matt walked out of the room first, Toby and I taking up the rear.  As we
walked down the hallways to their room I felt an odd jolt of nervous
expectation, thrilled at being more-or- less officially invited into their
private sanctum.

I realized I hadn't been inside it for some time.  I wondered what state it
would be in, figuring it would be messy and cluttered like any bedroom
shared by 2 young guys.  Matt wasn't anywhere close to being a teenager
still, but we all thought of him as one and frequently treated him as such.
Probably this was because he behaved more like a teen than an adult, and
because Toby treated him like a peer, not an older brother/lover.  Plus, he
constantly surrounded himself with kids so I guess it was only natural that
we regarded him as one, in some ways.

Opening the bedroom door, the boys sauntered in and kicked a pathway to the
bed.  I remember that it was dark in the room, the late afternoon winter
sun retiring to an early bed, leaving the blue light of their computer
screen as the main source of illumination.  The cool, blue glow was
calming, relaxing me almost instantly.

I was barely over the threshold when Toby reached to the wall behind me and
flipped on the overhead light.  Now I got to see their shared room in
detail.

Even before the light was lit, I had an idea of what I'd find when I could
see more clearly.  The riot of stale odors and smells gave it away.

The floor was virtually covered in dirty clothes, as was the bed.  Heaps of
soiled and rumpled clothing, most of it underwear, created a landscape of
musky hills and valleys atop the mattress.  In the center of this
laundry-landscape was what appeared to be a crater, and this I assumed was
the nest in which they slept when they'd finally exhausted themselves in
sex-play.

These boys lived privately like animals.

Both of them moved casually about the room, preparing with no great hurry
or noticeable excitement for what was about to transpire.  Toby picked up a
half-drunk bottle of warm beer and killed it, letting out with a huge burp
as he moved to the next task.  Matt guffawed at the sound and Toby
snickered in response.

Matt was busy rifling through a dish that held a stash of pills and drug
paraphernalia, picking out 3 familiarly colored tablets and handing one to
each of us.  Ecstasy.  This was going to go on for hours and I knew then
we'd have lots of fun.  As he handed Toby his pill he farted.  They laughed
themselves silly, like 2 dirty boys.  Both guys were very much into potty
humor, it was something they excelled at with the younger kids.

Toby was still giggling full tilt as he tossed his tablet into his mouth
like a candy and swallowed it dry, while Matt and I washed ours down with
yet another bottle of warm beer.  Matt had several six-packs of it stacked
next to one side of the bed.

"Yeecchh," I said after swallowing the warm, yeasty swill.  "Tastes like
piss."

Toby and Matt grinned vaguely when I said this and shot each other a quick
glance.

Flinging himself into the center of the bed-crater, Toby grabbed a bong and
began filling it with weed.  We all got nicely baked, the three of us
huddled in an intoxicatingly warm knot of clean, naked bodies.

The first thing I commented on was how weird it was not to be able to
instantly smell them.

This was all occurring during Winter Break and during school vacations and
week-ends they usually wouldn't shower until they absolutely had to on
Sunday nights.  During the week Matt and Toby appeared and smelled somewhat
nice and fresh(ish), but come free- time they reverted naturally to a more
animalistic appreciation for body smells.

These two reveled in vacations from bathing with a voluptuary's delight in
seeing how long they could go without showering. It added an earthy, primal
element to their sex games.

And besides all that, they shared particular fetishes that involved odors,
like dirty clothes, especially those of the younger kids.  In fact, the
next thing I remarked on was where the hell did they get so much dirty
laundry?  They just grunted in vague amusement.

I began to recognize items of my own that I assumed had been lost in the
wash: sweaty t- shirts, rank sweat socks, even a couple pair of the half
dozen boxers and briefs that I owned.  Looking around further, I recognized
several other items and objects that the entire household had taken as
missing.  I realized I was in a sort of repository of lost goods.  It made
me laugh.

As we smoked out I was able to more closely examine the contents on and
near the mattress where we lay together.  I noticed a disordered mound of
little girls panties, stiff and spattered with sun-bursts of dried cum.
Tighty-whities belonging to our younger boys punctuated the dingy,
once-bright landscape of the feminine underwear.  The boys' briefs too
showed obvious signs of being used and abused sexually.  Semen streaks had
crusted in all sorts of crazy angles over the surface of the underpants,
most of them turned inside-out revealing short skid marks of little
kid-shit in the crotches.

Toby noticed me looking at the heap of soiled clothing and snickered,
burrowing in the pile until he found what he was searching for.  He clasped
a woman's black thong in his hand, one of Stella's that I loved seeing her
wear because it made her look like a cheap whore.  Really sexy to a doting
father's eyes.

He swung it back and forth in front of me, grinning like a monkey, letting
me see how stained and stiff the slinky fabric had become under the
cataract of uncounted jizz-loads.  He buried his face in it and inhaled
delicately, like a wine connoisseur savoring a complex vintage.

"Smell her fuckin' sweet pussy, dude," Toby murmured, proffering the thong
like he was sharing a prized-possession with me.

"And all that jizz just adds to it, hunh?  Smell the strap in back, too.
It stinks so fine, just like her ass!"  He was very excited, like a little
boy showing me his favorite toys, fully expecting me to love it like he
did.  "Damn, I love the smell of my mama's stuff!"  Toby laughed and sighed
at his own nastiness like a true degenerate, entranced by the pussy fumes
still trapped in the worked-over thong.

I took it from him and brought it to my nose, mimicking his actions, and
breathed in.  The unmistakable scent of my daughter's gash and asshole
wafted into my nostrils with a sharp, thrilling piquancy that made my cock
lurch heavily against my hairy thigh.

"Not just the smell!" Matt added, poking Toby in the ribs and ending with
them both tussling and tickling next to me.  Every time their bodies slid
against mine another little burst of precum oozed out of my prick and
slimed over them.

When Toby had propped himself up on an elbow again he looked me straight in
the face and said, "So, Cal, try and talk my mom into letting me fill `er
up, OK?  I really, really wanna fuck her to get her pregnant.  Really,
really bad, dude."

"Why don't you ask her yourself?" I answered.

"Dude!"  He looked at me like I was stupid.  "I've been telling her for
months; years, actually!  She keeps saying she doesn't want to have any
more kids but I don't give a shit, it's not fair.  I want to get her full
of mine."

Then he took another fat draw on the bong, holding it in until hardly any
smoke came out when he exhaled. His hand was busy fiddling with his dick
the whole time.

Matt rolled closer to his teen lover and draped a hairy arm over the boy's
freckled shoulder.

"You don't think we already have enough of them?  Fucking Christ, we can
barely manage the ones we have now!"

I could tell that this was a conversation they had had many times in the
past.  Matt sounded minimally annoyed at Toby's insistence that Stella have
yet another baby, but there was a playful quality to his remark as well.
Part of Matt wanted the same thing Toby did, a baby they could own and
possess that had been created by his lover's sperm hooking up with his
lover's mother's egg.

"Well, one or two more won't change much of anything then," Toby persisted.
He gave a sideways glance at Matt, fully aware that he was being
mischievously stubborn, and grinned crookedly.

Matt brushed his big hand over Toby's head, rifling through the bristly
buzz cut he was currently sporting, then pulled him sideways closer to his
lanky body.

Matt's fat cock was already looking mighty bloated.  Toby was going in and
out of full- erection, half-erection.  I was just plain stiff.

I peered at the room and what they'd done to it, decoration wise.

All the walls had mirrors on them, those cheap, cardboard-backed, flimsy
"full-length" mirrors with cheap plastic frames you can find at places like
Long's or Target.  They don't weigh much at all and you can liquid-nail
them anywhere you want.  There must have been at least a dozen of them,
maybe more, both intact and slivered, all minus their frames.

But they had mounted the mirrors - and pieces of mirrors - arbitrarily,
placing them lengthwise and at odd angles.  It gave a fractured, disjointed
quality that was a bit unnerving until you got used to it. All of them were
liberally streaked with murky streams of old jizz.  They said it was an
on-going sex-art project.

Surrounding the mirrors were taped countless photos of kids, all ages, but
mostly under 9 and even more of babies.  The baby photos seemed to be a
more recent obsession, for they were taped over images of the younger kids.

Many were photos I or some other clan member had taken of our own
youngsters and babies; many were from other sources.  All were naked or
close to it, some pornographic but a surprising number not.

The closet door was open and I could see a few sets of uniforms draped in
cleaner's plastic hanging on the bar.  I asked them why they were covered.

Exhaling a chestful of burning weed, Matt said, "So they don't get all
musty and shit from the pot smoke and the room-stink; from our pit-sweat
b.o."  They both giggled again, proud and nasty.  I completely understood.

Taking a brief detour here for a bit of exposition, let me explain the
uniforms.

Many years previously, Colin was hired as a performer by a children's theme
park called Children's Fairyland in Oakland near Lake Merritt.  Fairyland
presents short plays for kids and Colin had always enjoyed them when we'd
take him and the other kids there.

A few years later, when Colin was 8 and already bitten by the acting bug,
Fairyland announced that they were holding their annual auditions for
performers.  Colin tried out, landed a role, and spent 2 happy seasons
acting in their productions.

During his time there the whole clan became fairly well-known and
well-liked at the park.  We nearly always made a good impression on
outsiders, and now was no exception.  Several of our kids came to the
attention of the casting folks and administrators and when Colin was forced
to "retire" at the grand old age of 10 (performers can only be 8-10 years
old) I was told that they'd be happy to have any of our other kids
participate in their productions.  I was also told that if any of the kids
were looking for jobs when they got a bit older to give them a call.
They'd be bound to have something available.

Now, Fairyland has an interesting admittance policy: adults aren't allowed
in unless accompanied by a child.  By the time Matt had turned 15 he was
adamant about getting a job at Fairyland.  It did seem ideal for him: easy
work and the opportunity to be amongst his favorite population every
week-end.

I placed a phone call and Matt was hired the following week.  At his
interview he was asked which area of the park he felt he'd be most
interested in working.  For his first several months he worked the rides,
kid-scaled versions of Ferris wheels, merry-go- rounds, roller-coasters,
etc.  After those months he asked to be transferred to food services and
that's where he stayed.

The pay was lousy but Matt was able to indulge his passion for being around
kids and babies in a safe, controlled atmosphere.  Even so, the park
afforded him limitless opportunities for having a bit of sex-play fun as
well.  Truthfully, it was this perk that kept him working at the park.

Every evening when he'd get home from work we'd ask him if it had been a
good "shopping day" as we called it.  Matt would regale us with details of
the kid or kids he'd developed instant crushes on that particular day.  He
even figured out a way to take lots of photos unobtrusively, so he was able
to keep a pictorial record of the objects of his day-long crushes.

It didn't take us long to figure out why he'd elected to be a food service
worker, a glorified title for the youths who flipped burgers and served up
hotdogs and other junky foods in the snack-stands and cafes scattered
throughout the park.  The largest of these cafes is called the Johnny
Appleseed Cafe and that's where Matt did most of his work.

The place always felt under-staffed to me, but that's what attracted Matt
to it in the first place.  After getting comfortable with the space and the
routine, he found it simple to sneak off into the back kitchen and bust a
quick nut all over the hot burger patty or slice of greasy pizza that had
been ordered by some kid he was particularly attracted to.

After the family sat down to eat their lunch Matt would keep them in his
line of sight, waiting to see the young kids eat and swallow their lunch
along with a good spurt of his jizz.  He got a delicious thrill out of
this, as you can imagine.  I thought it was terribly clever of him and
praised his ingenuity.

Of course, when Toby heard Matt tell about his adventures in Fairyland he
ached to join in the magical fun and work at the park, too.  He was just a
little tyke back then and it took a while before he understood that he was
too young to yet work.

But he never forgot it and when Toby turned 14 Matt was able to get him
hired as a part- time kitchen helper.  The plan was perfect.  Now they
could work and play together in the open, as it were.

We adults stressed to them the incredible importance of being sly and not
taking foolish risks just to satisfy their physical urges.  They promised
they'd be careful and not take unnecessary chances and were as good as
their word.  We never heard a peep of complaint about them; in fact, just
the opposite. The staff loved the boys and told Tim and I that they were
two of the park's best workers.  Matt told everyone that Toby was his
cousin.  Maybe he was.

In the meantime, the boys were able to fairly regularly indulge in all
sorts of interesting, nasty games.

Matt, in particular, loved surreptitiously showing his horse cock off to
little kids, especially boys under 10.  He'd excuse himself to use the
restroom and head straight for the public bathrooms rather than the private
employee's washroom.  He'd linger innocently a short distance away from the
building and wait until some cute little boys went in to relieve
themselves.

Then he'd casually saunter in and stand at one of the adult pissers right
next to the row of kid-scaled urinals.  Most often a boy or 2 would be
pissing in the tiny porcelain basins when he walked in.  Matt would stand
beside them and haul out his cock, leaning back on his heels a bit as he
pissed.  He said that it never failed to get the boys' attention and in
seconds they'd have their eyes glued to the big hairy, gushing thing so
close to them.

When he was finished, he'd step back from the urinal giving the boys a
clear, unhindered view of his enormous prick, shake it a few times to get
the last piss drops off, then slowly stuff the monster back inside his
pants.  He'd hurry back to the cafe and whisper conspiratorially to Toby
the details of his sojourn.  Shortly thereafter, Toby would excuse himself
and go do the same thing.  Afterwards, the two of them would jack off in
the back storeroom, making out and feeling each other up as they whacked
off in record time.

I remember saying that it was too bad they had to rush so, but the boys
said it only made it more fun.  The element of risk and hurry was
apparently a large part of the thrill.

Frequently they would purposely not cum all day, preferring to repeatedly
edge until they got home and could get down with a good long release
session.  But even this they delayed until they couldn't stand it any
longer.  Toby would usually strip off his shirts, grab his skateboard and
take off down the street, doing flips and tricks and stunts until he was
drenched in sweat and panting for breath.  His eyes would be on their
stalks when he'd rush in, clearly in the grip of a sexual crisis.  He'd be
at fever-pitch by now and often, if Matt happened to be nearby when he
entered the house, they'd start fucking around with each other regardless
of where they were or who was watching.

I don't know where Matt would disappear to but when Toby got home he always
seemed like he'd been snorting coke and smoking hash.  Amped, yet mellow.

I loved watching the two of them climb into Matt's car as they left for
work, too.  They were always full of high spirits, looking forward to their
day of lovingly stalking kids.  Their uniforms -- blue pin-striped
short-sleeve shirts and dark blue work pants -- made them look like some odd
sect of boy scouts or missionaries.  Tim and I both got the giggles over
this because it reminded us of being good Mormon boys so long ago, out to
convert the world.  I imagined in a way that that's how these boys saw
their workday adventures.

Over a year had now passed since Toby was hired and he relished every
second he spent at Fairyland.  He easily made friends with the other young
teen kids who worked at the park and began furnishing some of them with
weed and other light recreational drugs.  Naturally, he became wildly
popular with the older teen workers, too, once they got wind that Toby
could supply them with excellent pot.

Both boys would get totally baked before leaving for work and always
brought more with them to smoke during their lunch break.  Working stoned
became second nature to both boys.

The highlights of their seasons at Fairyland were the sleep-overs the park
held during the summer months.  These events were designed for families:
good, wholesome fun for parents and kids alike.  They'd lock the park up at
closing time but those who were participating in the sleep-over got to stay
inside and enjoy the rides and shows until 10 p.m., the official
"lights-out" time.  Families would then retire to their tents pitched
earlier that evening, camped out in the confines of the park, right next to
the lake.

We brought the whole clan several times and the kids always loved it. Of
course, we'd always look for ways to indulge in a little of our own version
of family fun, but we had to be careful and nothing too outrageous ever
happened. But the boys knew all the nooks- and-crannies of the park like
the backs of their hands and would disappear to engage in more strenuous
games of sex and jacking off, frequently taking some of our younger kids
with them.

Toby told me that he was more of a daredevil than Matt.  He had actually
jerked or sucked off several boys in the bathrooms during his work shifts
and on sleep-over nights he would prowl the park and restrooms,
occasionally having brief, furtive fun with 2 or 3 kids before he'd finally
return to our tent.

One incident in particular that he told me about really made me laugh.  He
had offered to suck a cute 9 year-old off in the bathroom and the kid was
nervous but willing.  It only took a few minutes and when they were through
the boy went out and rejoined his mother, who sat less than 10 yards away
from where her little boy was getting his first dry orgasm blow job from a
stranger in a public toilet.  Even I got a boner when he told me this tale.

None of our kids needed to work for a living but we were old-fashioned when
it came to the valuable lessons learned from holding down a job, and so we
insisted that all our kids find work when the time was right.

Matt and Toby both had made a small fortune from their work in the short
Batman porn films Mike had filmed when Matt was 18 and Toby was 7.  Plus,
both boys made crazy amounts of cash from their drug deals.  But neither
one would dream of leaving Fairyland, not as long as new generations of
kids kept showing up.

Matt had gone on to seek other jobs in which he'd have contact with kids,
in addition to his part-time work at Fairyland.  Having a degree in early
childhood development and education, he kept his degree quiet and sought
low-paying jobs as assistants in elementary school cafeterias.  The work
wasn't much fun, but the hours were short and the view entrancing.

Matt would wax rhapsodic over the crowds of pushing, yowling kids that
flooded the cafeterias like clockwork every day.  Their boisterousness and
shrill, loud voices were music to him.  Sneaking off to the bathroom to add
his essence to their food was impossible in this environment, so he worked
out a way to still have fun watching the kids gobble down their hot
lunches.

He'd stuff his pockets with a half-dozen or more `snack sacks', those
cum-filled condoms we kept stashed in the freezer.  With so many males in
the clan and so many babies to nourish, we always had a Tupperware
container or two overflowing with the tasty treats.  It was apparently
pretty simple to take one out of his pocket, get it opened quickly, and
pour the now-defrosted milky contents over whatever lunch tray he was
working on.

He also continued his showing-off in the boys' restrooms near the
playgrounds after his shift was over and the kids were merrily romping
during lunchtime recess, stopping in briefly to `accidentally' expose
himself and take a piss before heading to his car and the next assignment.

Matt worked several different local school lunch-rooms during the week, so
I always wondered how many little boys got an eyeful of Matt's legendary,
uncut donkey-dick.  Even more, I wondered how many boys had touched it.
Matt would never answer my questions directly.  Instead, he'd just smile
vaguely, like the fucking Mona Lisa.  God, how I admired the guy!  A truly
professional degenerate.

Anyway, that's the story behind the uniforms hanging in their closet.

I agreed with Matt that their room had a powerful male stink going on and
we all three laughed at this, stoned off our asses and giggling for what
seemed like hours.

Our house is old and still has its original steam radiators in many of the
rooms.  We have since modernized our heating but the old radiators still
work.  Over most of them there is a little metal shelf, I suppose to
protect one from touching the actual heater.  I noticed an old cup setting
on top of the shelf of the radiator across the room from where I sprawled.

"Shouldn't you take that cup off the radiator?" I asked in a lazy voice.

The boys snickered and Toby said that it was to keep a bit of humidity in
the room.  But they kept giggling and I knew there was some nasty trick to
it, so I tickled Toby until he yelped that they kept it filled with their
piss.  They liked the way the heated urine added to the complex stink of
the room.

I was at first speechless but then howled with laughter at their
filthy-mindedness.  These kids were true animals, and now that I knew this
Tim and I would never need to restrain ourselves when we were feeling
piggish, ever again.  In fact, we'd probably be inviting these two to join
us someday soon.

My sexual hunger ratcheted up several notches when I learned this bit of
nasty news and I happily kissed both guys in turn.  The feel of our hot,
slippery tongues coupled with the sight of the pink, squirming muscles got
us all hard and dripping in seconds.  I was anxious for the festivities to
begin.

Toby could sense my hunger and stretched lazily, like he was waking up just
enough to rouse his body into action.  He began a slow, writhing movement
on the bed, a sort of lolling motion which Matt soon mimicked.  I lay
beside them observing, not sure what they were feeling or thinking.  But
when they began snatching at random articles of dirty clothing and sniffing
them, I began to understand.  Whenever they'd get a choice piece of laundry
that was particularly rank and fragrant they offered it to the other,
writhing slowly and keeping up their insanely dirty giggling.

"Just getting ready, dude.." Toby murmured directly into my face.  I could
feel his hot, moist, shaking breath beat against my mouth.  "We like to get
the smell all over us first," he added as additional explanation, correctly
assuming I'd appreciate this preliminary foreplay.

I also began rolling around in the stinky clothes, breathing in and out
like Matt and Toby were breathing, inhaling through the nose, exhaling
through the mouth.  Our heavy breathing alone was enough to get us primed
and pumped.

"Smell their little asses?" Matt whispered to Toby as they slid around,
stroking Toby's face and hair like a true lover.  He didn't think I could
hear what he said to Toby.

"Mmmm, yeah... but it's all about your pit-stink, Pony-boy," he murmured
back into Matt's mouth, their tongues still licking and darting over each
other's faces.

They began tossing and shoving dirty socks and underpants at each other,
laughing and wrestling like puppies.  I was being rolled on and the heat of
their naked bodies heated mine up even more.

Suddenly, it was as if the preliminaries had finished on some unspoken cue
and the actual spectacle was about to begin.

Hitching his pale, red-haired legs up and holding them in his hands, Toby
looked at me and wet his lips with a swipe of his pink tongue.  He smiled
and hauled his legs up even higher, wider.  He was inviting me to do
whatever I wanted with his ass.

I maneuvered myself so I could get a good look at it.  My fingers
automatically skimmed over the pretty thing, tingling from the silky
luxuriousness of the red hair framing the coy little pucker.

He hissed in his breath and "ooooo"-ed loud a few times whenever my fingers
sent an electric thrill through his body.  Then his face went scarlet and
his eyes gleamed with horniness.

"Aw fuck yeah...kiss it, dude."  I bent my head to do it.  My lips made
contact with the warmest asshole I had ever had the privilege to french
kiss.

When I reared back Matt was grinning like he was watching cartoons.

A wet fart sounded from Toby's ass and this time we all snickered in
perverted delight.  Matt stopped all movement like a machine turned off and
then his ass, muffled in the stinking laundry, let loose with its own
powerful expulsion.  Again, the mad laughter.

I tried to fart myself but I didn't need to.  I wanted so much to join in
this nasty game.  Toby, of course, noticed right away.

"You need to eat more beans, bro!" he said, letting out another fart as an
exclamation point.

He quickly rolled over onto his stomach and got up on his hands and knees,
glancing sideways at me, grinning evilly, saying, "Suck out my shit-pussy."

Matt had roused himself into a sitting posture and chuckled as I got behind
Toby and parted the gleaming white cheeks of his mischievous ass.  So
smooth and velvety, warm and cool to the touch simultaneously.  As the firm
little hams parted another burst of noxious gas erupted and I flinched.

"Fucking nasty ass, boy...stinking up the room like an outhouse."  This
comment seemed to please Toby.  He laughed delightedly.

"Yeah, fuckin' smells like somebody needs to take a dump in here!"  There
was a wild, demented joy in how he said these words, as though no
compliment had ever pleased him better.

"Smell his asshole, Cal," Matt muttered, escorting me along the road he
knew Toby loved traveling best.

"How could I not?" I answered.  The boys guffawed, but I did indeed smell
his delectable ass.  It stank like a warm toilet and the smell only got me
hornier than I already was.

"Don't just sniff it, man, kiss the lips, yeah...kiss my shit-lips, ooooooo
yeahhh..."  Toby was loving every dart, every long, luxurious lap of my
tongue as I did as he told me.  The scent, the flavor...just phenomenal.

He started talking more the longer I ate him out.

"I wish you'd fucked me when I was a baby, fucked me hard...OK, let's
pretend!"  There was a new, happy-idea-awareness in his voice.  I glanced
up from between his fragrant thighs and Matt caught my eye.

"We do this all the time; just pretend about stuff."  I was a bit lost, but
Matt shrugged like I'd figure it out pretty quickly.

As I went back to slurping all over Toby's fuckhole I caught on fast about
what "pretending" meant to these two.

"Ohhhhhh, yesss!  Eat it out good, dude...you two guys fucked me so good
when I was just a fuckin' baby...fuckin' raped my newborn baby ass, fuckin'
ripped me up so good..."

Instantly, I was in the game.  I still don't know where the words and
thoughts came from.  Probably from the mental images of what had just
happened with the babies less than an hour before.

"That sweet, little, baby asshole, winking at me like a whore...yeah, I
fucked your ass so hard it was like I made a shish-kabob, a little
horned-up baby skewered onto my fucking hairy, rock-hard, man's prick..." I
gasped into his asshole.  I was jacking off nice and slow but with a
determined grip that almost hurt.

"Aw, yeah, yeah...fucking daddy...you fucking baby-raped my shitter,
daddy..."  Toby sounded crazy with the need for a good, perverted fuck.

Matt had been sucking on Toby's tongue, or trying to anyway, but Toby
couldn't stop talking.  Finally, he roughly rolled Toby onto his back again
and held the boy's legs up, wide open in his big hands.  Aiming his
enormous cock at Toby's hole, Matt spat a wad of spit on it, slimed it up
fast, then sank it into the depths of Toby's guts.

The boy screamed from the sensation, wildly thrashing his head back and
forth in the foul panties and briefs, the sweat-stained t-shirts, the rank,
stiff socks surrounding him.

"Aw, Christ, so fucking big...it hurts, Pony, I gotta take a
shit...yeah...fuck me hard, baby...I gotta dump, I gotta dump...!"

Matt's face quivered with a mean, relentless laugh.  "Too fucking bad, you
dirty baby boy, daddy's gotta bust his nut inside your shit-chute first,
daddy always gets what he wants, you know that, dirty baby!"

And the mirthless, sex-fueled laughter began again; a stupid, mindless,
Beavis & Butthead sort of laugh, dripping with unmistakably raw, randy
lust.

Matt was bent low over Toby, petting the boy's straining face, nipping and
sucking on his neck, snapping at his grimacing lips.  Toby was being driven
wild by all this molesting, contorting his face in and around pain and
bliss.

The stink of Toby's genuine need to take a shit was permeating the air like
a foul fog.  Matt was nearly hyperventilating through the exertion he was
throwing into thunder- fucking his boyfriend's already-full asshole while
he gulped down the miasmic stench his action created.

Never one for scat-play myself, I was fascinated, repulsed, and titillated
simultaneously by this nasty exhibition.  The heady stink, the grunting
sighs and moans, the degradation of it all was definitely fascinating and I
felt a switch go off in my head.

It was like my animal mind kicked-in, but more than that.  It was as though
the dirtier and wilder things got, the more I knew I'd get off on it.  A
surge of sex-lust, blind and evil, roared up from the depths of the
squirming hell of my blackest fantasies.  I felt invincible and capable of
anything.  I felt like a fucking beast.

Matt was fucking more brutally, more unforgivingly than I had ever seen him
do it in all the years I had watched him rut.  The torture he was putting
his "baby" through was clearly intoxicating to him.  Toby was gritting his
teeth so hard I was afraid they'd shatter.  But the harder Matt plowed into
him, the better he seemed to like it.

"Hurts...hurts...daddy hurts me...uunngghh...!"  The bed was rocking.

Matt started whining in a mature, masculine crescendo of ejaculatory
frenzy.  His hairy ass bucked really hard 5 or 6 times and then his thighs
trembled while his butt clenched tight, dimpling the white, hair-dusted
hams of his cheeks.  He hollered loud into the fouled clothes next to
Toby's head and I knew he was blasting off deep inside the boy.

He unglued his sweating body from his young lover's, pulled back and
withdrew his cock.  I nearly gagged at the sight of it, streaked with
Toby's shit and dripping beige dollops of cum-and-crap onto Toby's tummy.
As quickly as he'd entered him, he was out and swiping his filthy prick and
Toby's messy stomach with a handful of ever-present baby wipes.  He tossed
them onto the floor, leapt out of bed, and hurried to the closet to get
something.

Meanwhile, Toby was frantically extricating himself from the tangle of
sex-stiff sheets and laundry, hurriedly sitting up and half-crouching as he
rushed to meet Matt near the closet.

"Ooooo, baby...yeah!  Gotta shit, baby, gotta dump right away; you
goddamned fucked me hella GOOD, Pony!"

They snickered and kept scurrying around until Matt had placed an old tin
bucket in the middle of the messy floor.  Toby quickly squatted over it,
his face turning red as he bore down and we heard the wet, bubbling fart
that erupted out of his ravaged hole.

Matt gently placed his hand on Toby's back, silently signaling Toby to
raise himself up and lean forward a bit so I could get a clear view of his
asshole emptying itself.  Under normal circumstances this performance would
have held no interest for me.  But in this situation I was as much in a
hurry to see the sight as Toby was to present it.

A turd poked out of his red hole, slimy and glistening with Matt's cum.  It
dropped lower and then broke free, plopping heavily into the bucket.  A
deep, yearning sigh escaped Toby's throat.

Again he strained as another, longer, cum-streaked turd dropped out of him,
followed quickly by another.  Finally, the landslide diminished and came to
a rumbling stop.  One last whining fart resounded in the room and then it
went silent except for a long, satisfied, groaning sigh from Toby.

Before the boy was even off the bucket, Matt was out the door and racing
downstairs, stomping each step until my head echoed with his heavy
footfall.

Toby rose from the bucket and stretched, raising his arms and exposing his
gingery pits to me.  In that second I had a shimmering vision of what was
coming next.

He crossed the room like a shadow, stealthy and cat-like.

"Fuck me, Dad, while he's downstairs getting ready; we'll surprise Pony
when he gets back," he said softly, giggling nastily as he stroked my dick
and roughly ran his other hand through my hair.

I thrilled to the sound of him calling me `Dad', a word he rarely used on
me although there was a 50/50 chance that I was his actual father.  But I
wondered what he'd meant by Matt being "downstairs getting ready."  Ready
for what?  And why downstairs?

Head wagging like a sacrificial animal, he got on all fours and leaned his
face down to the floor, propping his chin onto his fists.  His dirty
wiggling butt was raised high, inviting me to take whatever twisted
pleasures I wanted.

I found myself directly behind him faster than I could imagine, my cock
buried to the pubes, reveling in the swampy, tropical heat of his colon.

I knew I was fucking a dirty hole still smeared with shit and sperm, but
the filthiness of the experience only made it better.  I wanted it to be
dirty.

Man, I gave that boy the fuck of his young life!  Matt was of course bigger
than me and shot bigger loads, but I was no lightweight.  I knew I could
screw harder than Matt and I weighed quite a bit more, so I knew that my
brutishness would feel more threatening, more aggressive.  I threw myself
into the proving of it.

At one point shortly after I started thrusting as hard as I could into his
shitty guts, Toby groaned out a series of breathy grunts that ended by
murmuring, "You're killing me...!"

I paused for a moment to wipe away the dripping sweat stinging my eyes.  I
guess Toby thought I had stopped out of concern because he moaned, "Don't
stop, don't stop, don't stop..." over and over until I resumed fucking him
so hard he shrieked.

I redoubled my efforts and slammed so hard into his ass that I toppled over
sideways, never unsheathing, still pounding away on his shithole as I flung
him over with me.

We were now basically fucking side-by-side, though I still had the
advantage, still was in the dominant position and able to exert my complete
authority over him.  My hands were all over the front of his thrashing
body, reaching around and under his straining arms, hugging him tighter to
me as I plunged in and out of his ass.

Abandoning myself to the insistent need of emptying my nuts inside him, I
began twisting his nipples and, I think, clawed at his chest.  My hands
descended to his groin, my fingers tearing at his pubes while my mouth
filled with his flesh.

I was biting him hard, licking and sucking on his back and throat, leaving
bruises in my wake, hisses of pain in my pounding ears...and I couldn't
have cared less.  Nothing could have stopped me from thoroughly molesting
the smart-assed teenage boy welded to my heaving, hairy body.  The sweat
was pouring off me and forming a wet, sucking vacuum that glued us
together.

The boy was nearly crying by now, lost and abandoned to the grunting,
huffing monster fucking him to death.  He begged me to stop, to pull out,
to go slower, to LET HIM GO.  But the more he complained and struggled
against me, the harder I gave it to him.

Finally, when I knew I was about to unload I sank my teeth into his cheek
and then slid my drooling mouth up to his ear.

"I'm gonna spew, you fucking little bitch!" I hissed the words at him.  And
I did spew.

I shot for what felt like hours, burst after burst of hot man-juice
coursing into his bowels, dripping and squeezing out of his fucked-over
fuck-hole. I could smell it, a rich mixture of seedy life and shitty decay.
Toby was sobbing and laughing all at once, unhinged by what I'd put him
through.  I held him to me as my dick jerked a few final times inside him.
He felt so beautifully abused and manhandled.

Just as I rolled off him onto my back, drained and dazed, the door flew
open and Matt barged in.  He gave us a quick glance and grunted once with a
slight smile on his lips as he continued fussing with the items he'd
returned with.

In his hands he held a baby bottle full of Trish's breast-pumped milk and
our turkey baster.

"Milk should be just right, baby," he said, giving Toby another quick
glance.  The boy didn't really hear him, I don't think; he was still drunk
with the incredible life-changing fuck I had forced him to experience.

Toby rolled over to press himself closer to me.  I held my arm up and out,
allowing him to cradle his face in my skunky pit before draping my arm
gently over his back.  I kissed the top of his sopping wet head and felt
his breath slow down.

"C,mon, Telly, it's dinner-time!" Matt cooed at him.

"Telly" was one of Matt's many nickname for his brother-boyfriend.  Ever
since Toby had first seen the film "Kids" when he was a little one himself,
the `Telly' character was Toby's idol.

If you've never seen the film, `Telly' is a teenage boy whose favorite
thing in life is fucking virgin girls -- the younger, the better.  He's
obsessed with virgin pussy and lies, cheats, and manipulates his way
through the world, all in pursuit of exquisite, taboo pleasures for his
cock.  Unfortunately, he's HIV-infected and unknowingly spreads the virus
to each girl he fucks.  That part isn't sexy, but the character's basic
nature was pretty much just like Toby's.  My kind of kid.  The nickname was
apt.

Toby cleared his throat loudly, shook his head to clear the fuck-fog that
enveloped his brain, and reached over for a fresh bottle of warm beer.  He
uncapped it, emptied it in three long gulps, then tossed it into the corner
where it rattled and clanked `til it came to a stop.

He gingerly climbed from the mattress, burping like a drunk teenager,
laughing and rubbing his asshole like it hurt.  I loved the contradictory
world of emotions that boys inhabit.  Here I'd just fucked his asshole so
hard it ached with throbbing pain, and now he was laughing and getting
ready for the next round of sex-fueled, itching torment.

Toby went to sit on his haunches beside Matt who was testing the milk's
temperature on his inner forearm, just like a normal dad or mom.  I stared
at them, wondering what fresh, new tricks they would further my corrupt
education with.  I wondered if Adam experienced his time with them
similarly.

"OK, dirty baby boy, it's din-din time..."  Matt had a vile, demented grin
on his face as he opened his arms to the boy.  Toby knew the routine and he
draped himself across Matt's lap, just like an over-grown infant.  Matt
cradled him in his arms and scooted back to lean himself against the edge
of the mattress.

Once he was settled and the burden of his boyfriend's body was comfortably
tolerable, he reached beside him and grabbed the bottle of milk.  Opening
it, he stuck the baster into the bottle and drew up the milk into the
plunger by squeezing the bulbous cap.

Still cooing and kissing Toby with quick, little pecks, Matt spread his
legs wide, hunkered down so he lay even flatter with Toby still cradled
against him, and poured a bit of lube onto the tip of the turkey baster.

Toby bent his head to Matt's lightly-haired chest and started sucking on
one of his nipples.  Matt began humming quietly but I was able to identify
the tune, a simple children's lullaby.  How marvelously twisted, I thought,
how warped and exciting.

While Toby suckled Matt's tit, the older boy stuck about half the shaft of
the baster up his ass and squeezed gently but firmly on the bulb.  I
watched the milk drain out and into his rectum.  The sensation was
apparently awesome because Matt was sighing as the milk filled him up.
Once the baster was empty he repeated his actions two more times, until the
bottle was empty.

"OK, little fella, time to feed!" he said as he gently put Toby away from
him, flat on his back onto the floor padded with reeking laundry.  Then
Matt stood up.

A small spurt of milk squirted out of his asshole as he rose, and when he
was fully erect a thin stream of it continued slopping down over Toby's
face and chest.

The boy lay perfectly still and silent.  His sudden quiet seemed slightly
eerie, almost creepy.

Matt was now standing above Toby's face, looking towards the boy's feet and
myself.  I could see every nuance of perverted passion cross Matt's face,
every ripple in the great, bottomless pool of his degenerate imagination.

He squatted down and balanced himself by splaying his long fingers on the
floor, glancing down between his legs to make sure his asshole was in line
with Toby's mouth.

"Open," was all he said, sounding like a dentist about to perform a routine
exam.

Toby's mouth opened wide, and Matt grunted as he began letting the milk
flow.  At first in came out in a great rush, soaking Toby's hair and face
and chest.  But within seconds Matt regulated the flow and shot a
consistent stream of ass-milk directly into his lover- baby's hungry mouth,
still humming that infernal lullaby.

Toby was whimpering as he swallowed the nutritious breast milk, spreading
Matt's hairy ass wide so he could bring his mouth closer to the holy
orifice.

"Ooooo, yeah...baby's hungwy after so much wuff-housing, huh?"  Matt ran
his hands tenderly up and down the length of Toby's pretty body, cooing out
perverted baby-talk the whole while.  "Dwink it all up, wittle baby-boy."

Well.

As you might imagine, my cock was sticking straight up towards heaven
again.  I had never seen such a twisted, perverted travesty of mother-love.
The inverted spectacle of a cocky, young, teenage boy sucking breast milk
out of a grown man's hairy asshole was just too spectacular, a circus of
depraved possibilities.

I crawled forward until I could wedge my face between Toby's legs and sniff
his stiff prick before I covered the adorable thing with luscious kisses.
He immediately began to squeal and thrash his legs around.

Matt groaned and I heard yet another wet fart as the milk supply exhausted
itself.  Squatting lower, Toby now sucked on Matt's hole, literally sucked
on his shitter to get the last remaining drops of his dinner-time feeding.
The sounds of all that hearty snuffling and slurping drove me wild.

I had been sucking Toby's cock for only a few seconds when suddenly my
throat was wet and full of hot boy custard.  The sound of Toby gasping and
screaming in exquisite release should have warned me, but his cum shot out
so fast I didn't have time to prepare.  It didn't matter though, because
I've been sucking boys off so long it's like my esophagus automatically
closes to prevent me from swallowing unprepared.  Jet after jet of thick,
gooey sperm blasted into my greedily sucking mouth.

When he was empty I crawled beside him and fed him his load with my tongue.
It was a long and noisy kiss, wet and fantastically sloppy.  The fact that
I could taste Matt's asshole on Toby's lips just made me kiss him all the
longer and deeper.

Matt lumbered back and sat heavily on his butt, his skinny, furry shins on
either side of Toby's head.

Toby grinned at me and hauled himself up to turn and reach his hand behind
Matt's clammy neck and pull him in for a kiss.  I knew he was transferring
the load into Matt's waiting gob, and when he finally pulled his mouth away
from Toby's I knew I was going to get it back for another taste.

Matt stuck his tongue out so I could see it before he plunged it into my
opened mouth.  It looked awesome, fat clumps of spitty jizz hanging in
thick, wavering strands.  When he snaked his monster tongue into my head I
almost swooned from how sexual this young man was.  Everything about him
was sex and semen, but without making him boring or monotonous.  Matt had a
certain grace about everything he did, a casual, easy-going interest that
seemed fascinated by any- and everything.

The intensity of his cummy kiss made me shoot almost spontaneously.  As it
was, all it took was Matt petting my shaft to make me explode in yet
another torrent of slimy love- juice.  He got the brunt of the load and his
hairy belly and pubes were slathered with fresh-pumped jizz.

I got a quick glance of my first load still oozing out of Toby's hellhole,
forming a small pool of ambrosia between his spread thighs.  Some was
caught on the hairs that lined his inner legs and even more dribbled
sensuously over his downy balls.

And then...well, then it started raining.

Raining hot, strong piss.

Toby had let his bladder loose.  A glittering, golden arc of urine squirted
up and increased in strength from all the beer and cum and milk he'd
swallowed.  His chest and neck were being doused with piss, washing away
all the wonderful, nasty things that had previously coated him.  I was
vaguely saddened that his piss-stream was taking away the heady, aromatic
stench of sexuality-gone-wild that had so recently defined him.

Matt joined his stream, standing up and letting his piss fly wild.
Everything around and under them was being drenched.  Seeing all this made
me want to take a piss, too, so I just reared back and let loose.

It shot out like a fire hose, adding its spray to the others, and it felt
amazing.  I was giddy, free and liberated from all restraint and
constraint.  I turned to the opposite corner of the room, spotted the
radiator, and felt consumed by a crazy desire to piss into it.  So I did.

The sound of my urine hissing and steaming up from the grill made us all
gasp in delight.  The stink was formidable.  Really rank and manly.

And then it was over.  We flopped back into the crater on the mattress,
spent and reeking like a barnyard.  Farewell to the clean, soapy scent of
the recently washed; hello to the return of the half-man, half-animal.

We lay like this for several minutes, each of us silently contemplating
what had just transpired.  We didn't need any words; the feel of our flesh
pressed lovingly against each other's was more than enough.  Guys don't
always communicate in ways women understand.  This was one of those
moments, a purely male moment of silent, comradely bonding, like
brothers-in-arms.  Words would have ruined it.  There was nothing to say
anyway, other than "that was fun."

When we eventually stumbled our way downstairs I saw that we hadn't
actually been busy that long, only 90 minutes or so.  It was now going on 8
p.m. and I was ravenous for real food.  I sure as hell didn't feel like
cooking and the X was just peaking for all of us.

We checked the refrigerator but not much was going on.  Matt had the bright
idea of going over to the Orland's cottage and seeing what Trish had cooked
for supper.  There was a good chance that she'd feed us, a troop of hungry
soldiers fresh off the battlefield of love and sex.

It was a cold evening so we pulled on sweatpants, but nothing else.  The
Orlands always kept their house warm like we did.  Since we liked to be
naked or as close to it as often as possible, the heat kept us comfortable.

The cottage was only a short distance away.  All we had to do was walk
across the deck, go down the stairs, cross the pool courtyard, then walk a
short distance through the gardens and over the lawns until we ascended the
front porch steps and knocked on the door.

As we walked the short march, Matt and I were at either side of Toby. It
was cute when Toby grabbed both our hands and we completed the journey
hand-in-hand like true romantics.  Toby rapped twice on the door.

Immediately we heard busy movements and yelps of joy from the occupants.
To me it sounded like at least a half-dozen of the little ones were inside,
along with Trish and whatever other adult had been willingly left behind
from the excursion to the movie theatre.

"It's open!" Trish yelled out.  We opened the door and walked in.

Colin, who I thought was over at Mike's and Sherry's with our 2 week-old
Brendan, was sitting in a chair with Brendan on his lap, gently rubbing the
baby's back as he soundly slept.  Trish was on the sofa next to Colin's
chair and both of them had glasses in their hands.

Scattered throughout the living room were several of the younger toddlers,
including our 3 year-old twin boys Liam and Ian, who were sitting in front
of the T.V. watching a commercially made bi porn flick.  I was amused at
how rapt they were, big dark brown eyes glued to the sexy scenes unwinding
before them.

I have always gotten a charge out of seeing little kids watch their first
porn flicks, especially when they don't understand and can't resist the new
sensations happening in their pants and pull their little stiffies out and
start stroking away.  It's fucking adorable.

I love the way their eyes get all huge and shiny as they watch the
demonstrations of physical passion, the way they close their eyes after a
few moments of viewing, lost in the heavenly bliss of rutting images and
masturbating away their excitement.  Then, when they need a freshener on
the imagery, their eyes again slowly open, glazed and squinting at first
but gradually resuming their huge luminescence, until their brains fill up
with a new batch of exciting pictures.  Ultimately their pretty,
long-lashed eyelids close once more, as they get further lost in their
horned-up New World of masturbatory fantasies.

That's what was happening now and I was entranced by the little guys for a
few moments.  It was the X, I could tell.

Toby was the twins' father but he didn't relate to them like a dad.  I
couldn't understand it.  Liam and Ian were clever as hell and obviously
loved each other a lot.  And they were fucking beautiful boys, really
breath-takingly gorgeous.

Their mother, Mike's casual friend Melissa, was half-Italian, half-Korean
and the twins got the best features of all the races involved.  Dark,
vaguely almond-shaped eyes, finely chiseled features with high cheekbones;
pale olive skin with small, red mouths; all topped with curly black hair
that shone like silk.

But Toby mostly ignored the little beauties or teased them like a big
brother naturally would.  I had thought that Toby would be all over them,
training and playing with them incessantly.  But it hadn't happened that
way.

I asked him about a year after the twins were born why he didn't show any
interest in rearing them and his reply was typically Toby-esque.

"Nah, dude, I'm too young!  I'm too young to be a father.  I just make
`em."

When I pointed out the illogic of his argument, he got cranky and bored
simultaneously.

"I don't care, dude, I'm just a kid; I don't wanna fuckin' RAISE kids!  I
told you, I just make `em.  Just cuz I can make `em doesn't mean I should
have to take care of `em, too.  Shit, you guys do it!"

And with that, he'd jumped on his skateboard and took off until dinnertime.

In a way, I was charmed by his sense of entitlement and sexual arrogance.
I only wished he'd realized what fun he could have in taking a more active
role in rearing his own children.  But I suppose I shouldn't have expected
it.  After all, he was only 12 when they were born, and boys will be boys.

Anyway, I saw an opened bottle of Crown Royal on the coffee table and asked
Colin for a swig from his glass.

"What's happening?" Colin asked me, rubbing my leg with his bare foot.  I
could tell he had a buzz on because his voice was very slightly slurred and
velvety.  I know the symptoms of Crown Royal well.

Toby interjected with, "X, and we just made Cal a member of the Stompin'
Romper Room!"

He and Matt snickered and shot me a sneaky glance.  I almost expected to
see them hide their faces behind their hands like little kids do when
they've said something bold or outrageous.

"X and...what was the rest, Tobe?" Colin asked.

"Can't say.  Members only. You know."

Colin rolled his eyes at me but he was grinning like a cat.  I had no clue
what the hell it meant either, but I didn't care at that moment.

The vision of my beautiful son-husband-lover with our love-child on his lap
soothed and lulled me into extreme domesticity.  I chose to forget the
perverse delights I had just experienced and performed with Toby and Matt.
Now all I wanted was to be Brendan's loving daddy and my son's devoted
husband.

But something else was destined for us.

"It's Brendan's dinner-time, babe," Colin whispered to me, smiling and
giving me a salacious wink.  Colin rarely winked at me unless there was
some good fun about to be played out.  I didn't know if I could stand
anymore excitement for the day but I was certainly willing to see about it.

He reached down beside him where I noticed the nipples of 2 bottles poking
out of a towel they'd been wrapped in to keep them warm.

As he got a bottle ready I took Brendan from his knees and brought him
close to my hairy chest.  He was awake now and hungry and he squirmed like
a little angel against me.

I held him to my face and inhaled his newness, pure and innocent, soapy and
clean.  He burbled when I kissed his little tummy and snuffled lightly over
his tiny cock and balls.  When I kissed his plump, puzzled face he smiled
and his dark eyes flashed like Colin's do when he's feeling merry.

Matt and Toby were rooting around in the kitchen, Toby shooing the younger
kids away and calling them pests while Matt encouraged them by focusing his
attention entirely on their chatter.

The lull in the level of noise in the living room made this moment with my
new baby boy and my husband-son seem all the more special for some reason.
I held Brendan close to my chest and guided him to my nipple.  When his
little mouth started suckling my tit, my cock gave an automatic,
sympathetic lurch.  It felt amazing and I knew it would feel even more
phenomenal on my prick-tip.  I couldn't wait to give him his First
Communion.

"OK, ready, babe," Colin said softly as he reached out and received the
baby back into his arms.  Cradling Brendan, he held the bottle to our boy's
lips and let him drink contentedly while gently rocking him against his
naked chest.

I sank to the floor at Colin's knees and gazed adoringly at the scene, like
any proud daddy and husband, only doubly so.  Colin met my gaze and didn't
break it once, smiling like a saint and almost glowing with devotion.

Trish was watching the porn and didn't pay much attention to what we were
doing.  But when Colin said, "OK, bottle #2," and reached back down for the
other bottle, she glanced over with a grin and gave us her full attention.
I guessed they had planned some surprise to delight me with.

Colin told me to tell the others to come watch, giving me an odd little
grin when he said it.  I went out to the kitchen and told the kids to leave
what they were doing for a few minutes because Colin was about to show us
something.  They followed me eagerly back into the living room

Colin had been preparing the 2nd bottle while I was fetching the kids.
When we came back in I saw immediately what Colin had in mind.

Toby and Matt began busting up and high-fived each other, snickering the
whole time.

The bottle was about a ¼ full of what I at first thought was milk and
formula of some sort.  But when I peered more closely at it I realized it
was a massive amount of cum: cock-milk, not breast milk.

Toby's face had colored deeply like he was highly embarrassed.  But the
ear-to-ear grin gave it away; no, he was hyped up on the idea of feeding a
baby a bottle full of warm cum, a veritable semen feast that would lube the
baby's gullet as he sucked down the jizzy juice.

Deftly replacing one nipple with another, Colin quickly transferred the
bottle and Brendan made the switch from warm milk to warm nut with only a
barely perceptible change in his sense of enjoyment. The thick, cloudy sap
frothed slightly as Brendan began chugging it down.

Matt was agitated and restless while he watched so much sperm disappearing
down Brendan's greedy throat.  His hand had flown to his crotch as soon as
he'd recognized what the bottle contained.

"Damn, Collie, you musta been jerkin' it all day to get so much fuckin'
nut, dude!" he muttered.

Colin laughed and replied, "Snack packs, bro!"  Then I got it.

Brendan got cranky from the difficult suck after maybe 30 seconds, and
Colin lovingly replaced the cum-bottle with the milk-bottle.  He let the
baby drink the milk for a short while before alternating back to the dick
milk, then back and forth until both bottles were nearly empty.

By then, Brendan had begun to get squirmy and cranky in earnest and Colin
transferred him into Trish's arms for a good burping.

We all sat around her like most of the 7 dwarves clustered around Snow
White.  Watching our tiny boy burp up a bit of sperm made us guys all sigh,
and made me wish I had been reared on such a rich, nutritious diet.

All of us were happily twiddling our dicks now, and when Trish laid Brendan
down on the sofa for a moment to tickle his bulging tummy we all sort of
instinctively scooted in closer to get a better view of the naked little
fellow.

Matt stood up and jacked off right in Brendan's face, stopping his pounding
periodically to slide his cock up and down the baby's silky cheek and over
his ruff of dark hair.  Toby, of course, was soon beside him, adding the
sensuous warmth of his own stiff prick to the loving massage.

The only other kid present who was old enough to actually shoot was Zach,
who had been romping with Trish's daughter Treasure in one of the bedrooms
until I called them in to see this event.

Zach was now 12 and had shot his first wad just a few months earlier.
Since then he and Treasure had been screwing every chance they got now that
Zach could truly get her pregnant.  We all had high hopes that another new
life would soon be planted in the girl's womb, sowed by our little
half-Latino prince.

He came out of the bedroom looking flushed and rumpled, like he had just
been roused from a really good dream that he couldn't wait to get back to.
But now Zach mirrored the older guys and sidled up to the sofa, his stiff,
5-inch, hooded cock gliding cleanly up and down in his fist.

I joined them and couldn't help touching the tip of my dick to Brendan's
adorable tummy.  Just knowing that tiny Buddha belly was full of our
ball-juice made me horny all over again.  And here I thought I was tuckered
out from the lusty games I had so recently indulged in!

It took only a few brief minutes before Brendan was being lassoed in ropes
of thick, wet spooge. Matt blew first, sending great forked bolts of hot
sperm flashing down all over the little guy like his fuzzy head was a
lightning rod.  He had aimed well and most of his load battered Brendan's
sweet lips and face, with a few lucky bulls-eyes shooting directly into his
mouth.

The direct hits made Brendan gag a bit until Trish quickly sat him up and
patted his little back.  He gave a tiny cough while being slimed by Matt's
never-ending spew.  But he liked it, in fact he was smiling like an angel
as the warm glue plastered him.

Toby and I shot pretty much together, catching the baby in what appeared to
be a choreographed Hollywood water pageant, a spectacle worthy of Busby
Berkley.

When Zach was ready to unload we all encouraged him on, telling him how
sexy he had gotten now that he could cum.  The teasing was all in good fun;
Zach had always been sexy and we'd always let him know it.

By the time we had all unloaded the little babe was drenched in our
bleachy-smelling mess.  Colin was purring with affection, nuzzling the
baby's butt with his nose and chin, inhaling the savory warmth like he was
sniffing something delicious heating up in the oven.

Toby and Matt were both smearing and rubbing the sperm all over him, trying
to coat him head-to-toe in our batter.

As we cleaned ourselves up and took turns licking and kissing Brendan into
a presentable state, Trish kindly made us a quick dinner in the kitchen.
We were left to our own all- male company and it felt somehow more relaxed.

Toby spoke first and said, "So, Cal, now you have to come with us on Friday
night for Adam's hazing."

I had no idea what he was talking about but I was used to it.  Toby always
made pronouncements like this, not really expecting you to know what he
meant but definitely expecting you to agree to it, nevertheless.

"No idea, man..." I answered, shaking my head for the zillionth time.

Matt, like always, translated.

"Dude, Adam joined our club today and Friday we're gonna take him out and
haze him just for kicks.  And you sorta joined today, too, so we want you
to come with us.  Sort of for your experience and guidance and shit, too.
You know.  C'mon, it'll be hella fun!"

"What club?  What the hell?"  I was starting to laugh, the whole idea was
so absurd.

Toby rolled his eyes and sighed in that fucking classic teenage gesture of
impatience.

"The Stompin' R-O-M-P-E-R-R-O-O-M!" he exclaimed, drawing the word out like
he was talking to a retarded deaf man.

Shaking my head and furrowing my brow theatrically, Toby grinned at me and
said, "Gotta "fuck" a baby (wiggling his fingers in the "quote" sign) to
join and you gotta like having fun no matter what it is.  Think you're up
for it, old man?"

I was so horrified and amused all at the same time that all I could do was
laugh.  He was such a snide little prick.  And I loved him all the more for
it. Reminded me of myself, as a matter of fact, when I was his age.

I had to admit I was looking forward to Adam's "hazing", whatever it might
turn out to be.