Date: Sun, 29 Jan 2006 21:20:36 -0500
From: badgod69@aol.com
Subject: MY BROTHER & OUR BOYS, Pt. 15

When Brendan was born, Colin and I knew we had to create a brand new ritual
fit for our brand new son in a hyper-masculine display of love and welcome.
We needed all the males of the clan to participate in the ritual, and we
decided that it would fall to me to tell the women they weren't going to be
participating.

There were a lot of hurt feelings when I told them and it polarized us into
2 camps, male and female.  The ladies, led by Trish, gradually got up and
left the room and refused to come back to the main house for a few days.

We sent ambassadors to Sherry and Mike's house (minus Mike) around the
block where the women were holed up, hoping to defuse the situation but
still stubbornly adamant about the ritual being males-only.

It took a few trips over the course of 2 days and nights to get the ladies
to see things our way.  What finally broke the impasse was laughter over a
sheer piece of comic lunacy.

By the morning of the second day, little Wills, now just turned 10, had
begun bewailing the fact that there wasn't any pussy available to him and
he really, really wanted pussy bad.

We explained to him what was going on and he listened attentively, but when
I had finished talking he just looked at me and shrugged.

"I still want it though, Cal!  I need some pussy, I really need it!"

Colin was in the room at the time and he started laughing, telling his son
that if he wanted pussy so badly, he should just walk on over to the
women's house, knock on their door, and ask if he could borrow some.  Just
like borrowing a cup of sugar, polite and neighborly.

Wills took his daddy at his word, grabbed his blue jacket and walked out of
the house.  Colin and I looked at each other with raised eyebrows, smiles
of charmed delight splitting our faces in two.

About 40 minutes later the phone rang.  It was Sherry, chuckling and
telling me what had happened.  She didn't need to say much because I could
hear Stella moaning in the throes of pleasure in the background, punctuated
by Wills' high-pitched yelps of bliss.

"Sounds like our little ambassador convinced you, huh?" I asked.

Sherry blew her breath out in a "pfffttt" and replied, "He's just so darned
adorable, coming over here with his little boner tenting his pants like
crazy, tears in his eyes, asking us if any of the girls felt like fucking
him.  How could we possibly resist something as cute as that?"

"Yeah," I laughed, "I can imagine.  So, listen, babe, do you understand
that what we want to do with Brendan is just a guy thing?  We're not trying
to hurt anyone's feelings, you know that."

Sherry admitted that they had over-reacted but added that all the ladies
were getting fed up with the male-dominant, admittedly somewhat
chauvinistic attitude all us guys had.  I told Sherry that she knew how
traditional our clan was and that it would always be so.  But I also
guaranteed that I would never let anything happen to make anyone feel that
their input wasn't wanted.  This thing with Brendan was mostly just a plan
that his proud father's -- our son and myself – had created to honor his
birth and welcome him into our tribe of men.

We finally compromised by agreeing that the guys would help out more with
the kids and chores and that we'd have a huge Venus festival in a few
weeks.  That meant lots of pussy worship and I knew that for most of the
guys it would be a blast.  For a few others, not so much so.  Some of our
boys were definitely more into cock than cunt.

Sherry relayed the info to the other girls and the impasse was quickly
broken.

We celebrated by having everyone come back to the main house.  We guys
cooked a huge dinner and then treated the ladies to an energetic orgy of
non-stop sex and love that went on `til well past midnight.

Even before Brendan had been conceived, Colin and I had decided that
Brendan would be circumcised like his daddies.  Colin had remained uncut
until he was 18 and made up his mind that he wanted to be circumcised.  I
was a little distraught about losing my son's delectable foreskin, but Doc
Walker talked us through the whole procedure and even offered a chart of
different circumcision styles and looks.

Colin settled on what's called a moderate loose cut, leaving him with
enough foreskin to still bunch up beautifully just behind the ridge of his
prick head.  I could still get my tongue under it, still taste the savory
slickness surrounding his glans.

Doc Walker knew how much I loved sucking my son's uncut dick and surprised
me with a little gift a week or so after Colin's operation.  Colin was
still recuperating and in a fair amount of discomfort.  Doc had warned us
that all sexual activity would have to cease for at least 3 weeks, possibly
as long as 6.  We were having a hard time with it, and even the idea of
getting an erection caused Colin pain.  So we actually avoided even seeing
each other for much of that time.  Finally, we decided it would be better
for Colin to finish recuperating at one of our other homes to avoid any
temptation, and so he moved in with the girls until he was completely
healed.

I missed my lover so much.  That's when Doc showed up on our doorstep one
afternoon with a smile on his face and a tiny envelope in his hand.

"Hello, Cal, I have a little something for you," he said as I ushered him
into the house.

He handed me the envelope and I emptied it into the palm of my hand.  A
small ring of what appeared to be rawhide lay there.  The texture, upon
closer feel, was more soft and buttery than rawhide, but it looked much the
same.

I glanced quizzically at Doc and he laughed.

"It's your boy's foreskin.  I tanned and cured it.  I thought you might
like to wear it as a ring. I think it's the right size; at least, it's what
Colin told me."

I had tears in my eyes as I slipped my son and lover's cock skin onto my
ring finger.  It didn't look very attractive but it was the most precious
piece of jewelry I had ever possessed. I teared up and hugged Doc right
there in the entry way.  What a great guy!

When I showed it to Colin later on he smiled and told me he'd instructed
Doc what to do with his foreskin right before it came off.  I wear it all
the time now.

Anyway, together we decided that Brendan would look like his daddies where
it counts.  We wanted his circumcision to be like Colin's, the
moderate/loose style.  We asked Doc to save Brendan's dick skin too, but he
told us it wouldn't amount to much of anything.  Nevertheless, I still have
it preserved in a tiny bottle of alcohol.

I begged Doc to perform the operation in our Priapus shrine room and he
agreed.  Doc was the first person ever invited into our shrine who wasn't a
clan member, other than the Orlands.  But we had always intended the
Orlands to join our merry band, while Doc was a true guest.

By now he'd retired but he'd been our family doctor for years.
Nevertheless, he'd never seen one of our rites.  He knew about them – hell,
he knew pretty much everything about our lifestyle! – but he'd never
actually witnessed one.  So when I broached the subject with him he laughed
and agreed right away.

It seemed a little odd to think of Doc Walker being inside our very sacred
space, naked and wielding his scalpel or whatever apparatus they currently
used.  But we were up for it, all of us guys, eager if a little bit
squeamish.  Yet the honor and sanctity of the act gave us courage and an
actual desire to witness it.

The great day arrived and Doc was as excited by the prospect of what was
about to go down as any of us.

First I handed a hit of Ecstasy to each guy, including Doc.  He was a bit
apprehensive about swallowing the little tablet but we assured him he'd
love it.  Another brief moment of hesitation, and then he popped it into
his mouth and swallowed.

When we let him into the shrine room he peered all around him, getting the
lay of the land as it were.  While we stripped off our clothes he lingered
a bit, watching my brother and I and the boys get naked fast.

We were all nude and hard before Doc even had his shirt unbuttoned.  When
Toby playfully moved to help him get out of his clothes, Doc actually
blushed but let Toby have his way.

Now, Doc had to be past 70 when this occurred.  I had been wondering the
night before if he'd feel funny about displaying his naked body in front of
us.  God knows he'd seen enough naked people in his examination rooms to
not feel uncomfortable with the nude body.  But I couldn't help but wonder
how he and the younger kids would handle it.  Most of our young `uns hadn't
seen old people naked much, and when they did they usually got the giggles.
It was a common experience among all kids, clan members or not, but it was
a trait I knew would disappear in a year or so.  I just hoped the kids
wouldn't do or say anything to embarrass our guest.

Turns out I needn't have worried.  The kids seemed oddly thrilled by seeing
an old man naked and up close, curious about his stiff, silver-haired cock
and flat ass.  But they didn't laugh, just clustered around him and looked
at him closely.

Doc was a bit shorter than me but he had a big belly with pecs that had
sagged to become droopy tits.  His chest was carpeted in salt-and-pepper
hair and even his shoulders had hair on them.  I wasn't surprised when I
saw that his ass was quite hairy, too.  All-in-all, Doc was now a bear of a
man, masculine and thickly built.  I had always wondered what he'd look
like naked and now I knew.

I relaxed into the situation as soon as Wills threw his skinny little arms
around Doc's torso and hugged him close, leaning his cherubic face against
the hairy belly.  Doc's prick was pointing straight out and poked Wills'
chest, the tip of his dick leaving shiny tracks on the boy's tender skin.

Toby was standing beside Doc, one arm slung lazily but lovingly over his
bare shoulder.  Doc looked pretty sexy for a man his age and I told him so.

"Thanks, Cal, that's mighty nice of you to say so," he answered kindly.

Toby leaned his head on Doc's hairy shoulder and nuzzled his freckled face
against Doc's neck, kissing and nipping at the skin.

Doc just sort of stood there helplessly, looking slightly flustered but
pleased with the contact.

Toby began stroking Doc's back and it relaxed him nicely.  When he reached
down and ran his fingers through Doc's silver, wiry pubes, Doc groaned
softly.  I noticed his cock jerk upwards a few times.  Toby noticed it too,
and wrapped his fist around the shaft, jacking him off with long, smooth
strokes.

"Nice dick, Doc," Toby said, grinning and fondling the wrinkly ball sack
before bouncing it in his palm.  "Big fuckin' hairy nuts, too.  Bet you can
really shoot, huh, Doc?"

"Not like I used to, Toby.  Not like you young lions can, I bet."

Toby smiled and kept jacking Doc off.  He looked up at his face and said,
"Wanna fuck me, dude?  You can if you want to.  I'd like it.  For reals."

Doc blushed again and looked down at Toby's fist sliding up and down his
prick.

"Maybe later, son."  Then, addressing all of us in the room he added, "You
know, I think it's only fair to tell you that the young ladies in the house
are more to my taste, no offense to you fine men."  He smiled and actually
chuckled nervously.

That broke the tension of the moment and we guys all softly laughed.

"Then we'll make sure you get to spend some time with them as soon as we're
through in here, OK, Doc?" I said.  For some reason I couldn't take my eyes
off him.  Somehow I began thinking about my own father, now long dead.  An
odd tingle thrilled through my prick.

We got into our positions for the beginning of the sacred celebration.
Colin and I had briefed the entire clan of males the night before, hastily
adding last minute details earlier that morning.

Doc was naked by now, half-hard and intently curious, and he went to one of
the mattresses where he prepared his equipment for the procedure.

It was a beautiful thing to see, the entire body of males our clan had
produced or incorporated over the years.  No more potent and glorious
symbol of who we were and what we stood for could I imagine at that moment.

I looked around the group, calmly counting the guys and taking in the
various sights and images of our members.  Some were quiet and solemn as
befit the holy occasion, others were giggly and filled with fidgety energy,
much like Christmas-morning jitters.  All faces were beaming with good will
and a lusty expectation for what was to transpire.

I looked around at Tim and Colin, the 2 leading men in my life, then ranged
over the faces and beautiful bodies of Mike, Matt, Toby, Bo, Adam, Nolan,
Zach, Morcolm, Ian, and Liam.  Even little Patrick and Alaric and Joseph
were there to observe and participate as far as they were able.

Brendan lay atop the clean altar cloth, naked but draped with a piece of
thin, white fabric to symbolize his virginal status.  We knew the baby
certainly wouldn't get chilled during the course of the ritual because the
heat had been jacked up until it hovered at a humid 87 degrees.  We had
wired the heating system so that our shrine rooms could be heated
separately from the rest of the house.

We always kept the room hot during ceremonies to guarantee that our sweat
would add to the heady stink of primal love and sex during the rites.  It
never failed to increase the frenzy of our celebrations.

The first step of the ritual was for all the guys to jack off and shoot
their loads into the golden offering bowl which was placed on the altar at
Brendan's side.

While we beat off each guy would step forward to suck, lick or kiss
Brendan's tiny cock and balls as a token of devotion and inclusion into the
fold.

The sight of all those beautiful male mouths, panting their hot breath over
Brendan's crotch, mouths masculine and boyish both, enveloping our baby's
brand new genitals made me flush with an incredible rush of horniness and
love for my fellows.

Even the little guys participated in this part of the ritual whether they
could cum or no.  The simple act of masturbating was enough of an offering,
even if they couldn't contribute to the sacred mixture of our collective
seed.

Just watching their little faces screw up into masks of delirious,
exquisite torture as they raced towards their dry orgasms nearly made me
shoot my load each time I saw it happen.

Doc sat transfixed, watching this preliminary action as each young boy rode
the crest of his nut before hurtling over the edge and plummeting back into
the churning sea of lust and desire.

I wondered if Doc had ever witnessed little boys in the throes of sexual
abandon.  Surely he must have seen it countless times.  But then I
remembered what he'd just announced, that his preference was for little
girls.  Maybe he'd never actually seen small boys jack off.  It seemed
impossible, but perhaps it was so.  From the expression on his face it
certainly seemed to be the case.

As each boy reached orgasm he'd quake and quiver, thighs and little butt
contracting, bony hips thrusting forward in rhythmic jerks.  His gasps and
moans would be met by a chorus of his peers, an unearthly sound that I
would venture to guess not many people have heard before.  We tend, as a
culture, not to associate the sounds of sexual release and good,
old-fashioned dirty-minded lust with the tender, innocent, babyish voices
of toddlers, little 3 and 4 year-olds.

But the sound of their cherub voices raised in heavy-breathing exaltation
over the glories of their little cocks was like a chorus of nasty-boy
angels to my ears.  They moaned and whimpered and hissed in their breath
just like grown-up guys, but the baby-like tone made it even better, more
taboo.

As the older pre-teen boys joined in it was impossible for us older guys
not to join the larger group until we were a groaning, grunting tribe of
sex-fueled male animals, all singing out our delight in making love to
Brendan through the beautiful act of beating our cocks as we stood
surrounding him.

Like a well-rehearsed scene, Adam and Nolan were the first to wet the bowl
with their small sperm-loads.  They held the bowl between them and aimed
their flashing pricks over it, whining and keening as they pounded their
way to a spurting finish.  A few nice dollops of boy cum slopped into the
bowl and that brought Toby to his nut.

He stumbled quickly to the bowl and buckled his knees slightly, bouncing up
and down on the balls of his big, grimy feet, faster and faster as his
balls boiled over and sent his cum spurting out like a volley of tracer
bullets.  The sound of it hitting the metal was like thunder in my drugged
ears.

I closed my eyes and roared out of sheer joyful abandon, and when I opened
them and refocused on Toby, he was still cumming, small bursts of it
dropping into the puddle of semen pooling in the bowl.

Matt pushed forward and fed Toby his tongue while he let loose with one of
his signature cataracts of cum, spraying piss blasts of sperm all over
everyone near him, but thankfully getting most of it into the offering
bowl.

We each stepped up in turn and emptied our balls until there was a
delicious cocktail of our liquid identities swirling thickly as we passed
the golden bowl around for everyone to admire.

The cock-battalion still half hard, we now proceeded to the Anointing. Each
of us dipped the tip of his prick into the bowl and then placed it to
Brendan's lips.

We let the little guys perform this part, too, and they each giggled with
proud eyes flashing as they felt their dads and brothers warm cum meet
their tiny hooded helmets.  It was an honor and physical pleasure we knew
they'd get a kick out of.

We went from youngest to oldest, so Patrick got to wipe his cum-dipped
weenie on Brendan's lips first.  That initial smear was enough to get the
baby licking his lips, thinking it was milk, I suppose.  It was, only it
came from guys, not women, and, in its way, a far more powerful and sacred
milk, the milk of masculinity.

As each guy placed his dick against Brendan's rosebud mouth he stood there
for longer and longer periods of time.  At last it was my turn and when my
prick touched my baby's mouth I understood why.

Brendan's little lips were by now actually sucking the tips of our dicks
and the sensation was like nothing I'd ever felt before.  Sperm glistened
all over the lower half of his face, slicking his lips and his tiny,
delicate chin.  He looked adorable.

When I had finished feeding him I passed the bowl to Colin.  There was
still a fair amount of cum in it and we knew what to do with it.

Colin raised the bowl to his mouth and tipped it back, emptying half of
what remained of the cummy cocktail into his mouth before handing it to me
to drain what was left.  We didn't swallow it but rather kissed Brendan's
tiny mouth and forced his lips apart so we could transfer the cum in our
mouths into his.  To our delight he accepted it and gulped it down like
pudding.  Colin and I flashed each other a look of pride and joy.  Brendan
was a chip off the old block(s).

Now it was time for the actual circumcision.  Doc shook his head to clear
it of the lewd visions he had been locked onto, and stepped closer to the
altar carrying his equipment.

The group of guys moved to the mattresses on the other side of the room and
relaxed into luxurious kissing, lots and lots of kissing.  We older guys
mixed it up with the kids in all their various age groups.  It felt like
each little unit was celebrating the generational continuum, everyone
making out, sighing and moaning as our hands automatically reached for
stiff cocks.  All our boys love to kiss, especially when they're jacking
off at the same time.  Kissing just makes it all so much sexier and
exciting.

I glanced over at the altar and saw Doc bending over Brendan, sucking the
baby's tiny dick for a few seconds and then kissing him on the mouth.

I purposely got into it hot and heavy with my son Colin and several of our
younger boys so I wouldn't hear Brendan's cries or any other sounds
connected to the surgery.  Bo and Matt had volunteered to act as assistants
and the plan was that as soon as the procedure was over Brendan would be
taken out of the shrine room and handed over to Trish Orland and Sherry,
who in turn would take the baby back to the Orland's house to be looked
after.

The procedure was over before we knew it.

We guys still had X coursing through us and we figured we'd be busy for at
least another hour.  We also planned to use this time as the final part of
the ritual, a no-holds-barred frenzy of masculine fucking and loving, no
perversion too animalistic or taboo.  It was all part of our orthodoxy.

We invited Doc to stay and observe, if not participate.  He was still
tripping pretty hard on the Ecstasy, a new experience for him, and he
readily agreed to remain where he was.  His eyes looked remarkably shiny
and alive, and I noticed that his cock had stiffened nicely while he'd been
performing Brendan's circumcision.

I remember watching him through drug-fueled eyes as he walked from the
altar towards us, hard cock jutting out from a forest of grizzled hair.  He
was cut and the knob of his prick was fat and purple.  His balls hung
pendulously and swung lazily as he moved.  The sight of his mature body
with that big, hairy belly capped by broad pink tits suddenly gave me a
sharp jolt of lust.

When he reached the bed where Colin and I were sprawled with Wills and a
few of the younger kids draped over us, I sat up and pulled Doc into my
face.  He didn't resist at all, didn't say a word, just let me do what I
wanted.

I lifted his hairy nuts in my hand and buried my face in them.  The
slightly musky aroma was clean and healthy, the smell of a professional
man's well-tended body.  I sucked and licked them and then moved up his
shaft, smelling and lapping it as I zig-zagged towards that plummy cock
head.

Glancing up into his face, I saw that his eyes were half-closed and that
sweat was streaming down his craggy forehead.  His arms hung limply at his
sides while his breath became shallow and a bit raspy.  I was more
determined than ever to give Doc the blow job of his life, a symbolic
gesture of love and thanks for all the years of service and advice he had
provided our clan.

When I swallowed his cock to the hilt and felt his wiry pubes grind like
sandpaper against my face he gave a short, muffled gasp.  My tongue was
working its magic all around his cock head and immediately I got a little
burst of something salty and slippery coating my tongue.  Doc almost
collapsed on top of me but I steadied him and told him to spread his legs
to strengthen his stance.

In that brief moment I noticed that all the guys were watching us and that
only made my mind teem with better, hotter images as I slurped and bobbed
my head fast on his hard prick.

I knew what I wanted now.  It was clear as a cloudless sky, and I made the
image a reality by rising from the bed and placing Doc where I had just
been sitting.  Once he got comfortable on the bed I got on my knees and
forced his thighs apart so I could burrow between them, shoving my face and
tongue as deep as I could go into the cleft underneath his balls.  Doc let
out a mighty, sighing groan.

Several times I brought him to the very edge of spurting his load down my
throat but backed off at the last moment, thereby teasing and torturing his
nuts until I knew the cum load would be a major one.

But this wasn't how I planned on getting Doc off.  There was something else
I wanted to do for him, another way I could bring him and myself even
greater pleasure.

I got off my knees and stood up before him, wagging my dripping prick
inches from his disoriented face.  Doc's eyes were almost flashing with
fire by now and I knew I could suggest pretty much anything and he'd go for
it.

To my surprise, Doc opened his mouth without my needing to say a word when
I leaned forward a tiny bit to brush the tip of my leaking prick across his
lips.  Instead of feeling the surface of his dry lips against my cock, I
got the exquisite pleasure of feeling my dick enveloped by those lips as it
disappeared into his throat.

Locking his mouth tightly around my veiny, hairy dick, Doc sucked me off
somewhat clumsily.  It didn't matter that his cocksucking skills were
amateurish in the least.  In fact, it sort of added to the perverse thrill
of having a man old enough to be my father giving me the first blow job he
had ever performed.

I was very close to unleashing my load in his mouth but it still wasn't
what I had in mind.  I pulled my cock out of his face with a wet plop and
turned my back to him, jacking myself off while I let him feel and examine
my hairy ass.

The sensation of having his wise, deft hands roaming over my butt cheeks
was amazing.  I kept telling him how good it felt to feel his feverish
hands on me and Doc began making a low humming sound in his throat.

I pushed my ass out and squatted a bit, bearing down so Doc would get an
eyeful of my furry distended shithole, the tight, pink, puffy lips
quivering with desire.

"Sniff it, Doc, my ass smells so good, all that fucking hair..." I heard
myself mutter.

I didn't really expect him to do it, but just saying it was getting me
hotter and hotter.

When I felt his nose prod into the thicket surrounding my moist hole I
nearly leapt out of my skin.  The image of an old man sniffing my asshole
while I jacked off like a monkey kept playing in my imagination, over and
over, like an old pornographic film loop.

Before he or I knew what was happening, his cock was gliding deep up my
shitter as I lowered myself onto his lap, bouncing up and down while I
fucked myself on his prick.

Doc was moaning in the throes of man sex now, and that seemed to break the
spell of silence that had held us all until this moment.

The guys started talking dirty to us, telling us how hot and sexy we
looked.  I recall hearing Toby's brash voice louder than all the others
chanting filth to Doc as the old man started really fucking me good and
deep.

"C'mon, Doc, fuck his asshole hard, dude...look how much he likes it!  You
like the smell, Doc?  Hell yeah, stinks so fucking good, huh?  That's the
smell of a hot ass getting plowed by a real man's cock!"

Nasty snickers from the younger boys filled my head.  The sound of all
those phenomenally dirty words being flung at us in reedy, adenoidal voices
pushed us both to the extreme.

My eyes were closed and I was swept along on the tide of pleasure filling
my aching asshole.  Suddenly I heard my brother's voice hissing in my ear.

He was giggling and talking in a thick, wet voice, telling me he bet he
knew what I was dreaming about.

And he was right.

The image of my own father fucking me furiously unfurled in my overheated
imagination.

The reality is that our own dad had never done anything remotely like this
to me or my brother.  In fact, I could recall only one or two incidents
where I had actually seen my father naked, and even those were just
fleeting glimpses.  I had never really fantasized about goofing off with my
father, but now the idea was getting me off big-time.

I wondered what it would have been like to have the same sort of loving
relationship with him as I had with my own son.  What if our dad hadn't
been so distant and uptight about sexuality?  What if he had snuck into my
room one night and climbed into my little bed with me, laying his grunting,
heaving hulk on top of my tender body, telling me how much he lusted for
me, how long he had dreamt of this moment?

Would I have responded like I was now?  Would my hairless boy's cock have
stiffened immediately, aching for the release of a cataclysmic dry orgasm
as much as my father ached to release his load of hot cum deep in my
bowels?

The pictures shifted in my head and now I saw our father sucking and
fucking both my brother and I, my dad and me taking turns on Tim, Tim and I
taking turns on our dad.  My fantasies seemed to settle on the period when
Timmy was 7 and I was 16, two young dicks toiling over and inside our
salt-and-pepper haired father.  What fun we could have had!  I was torn
between laughing and weeping over this lost opportunity.

I opened my eyes and saw the mirror in front of me reflect back the image
of Doc's cock plunging in and out of my hairy hole.  I stood up, pulling
Doc with me so that we were now standing, me bent over slightly while Doc
pumped freely, his hands clasping my shoulders in their firm grip.

His hairy belly was grinding against my lower back and I loved it.  I stood
up straight, Doc still firmly planted inside me.  The rhythmic beat of his
belly pounding against me brought me to the edge.  When he reached around
me and grabbed my throbbing cock in his fist and stroked it, I was a goner.

"Fuck me, dad, oh yeah, you're gonna make me cum..."

Had I said those words out loud?  I guessed I had, based on the reaction of
the guys. They burst out in knowing laughs, almost a group cheer, as if I
had spoken what they were only thinking.

Doc gave a series of tremendous grunting shoves nearly knocking me off
balance.  I heard him draw in a huge breath and then expend it in a
guttural growl as he shot his pent-up wad deep in my guts.

At nearly the same instant I unloaded.  Thick white ropes of my jizz
flashed out like lightning bolts, splashing heavily on the cum-stained
floor.  Colin flung himself in front of me, face turned up towards my cock
as it vomited out more cum all over his adorably deranged face.

When Doc pulled out I almost sobbed, crazily mourning the lost contact of
his elder manhood leaving my body empty and forlorn.  But that sentiment
lasted only a second or two to be replaced by a speed-like surge of
sexed-up adrenaline.

Without even thinking about what I was doing I reached behind me and felt
my sore, gummy asshole for a brief moment before I bore down and shat Doc's
load into my hand.

The boys were on us like sharks.  Toby grabbed my hand and lapped up the
pearly mess while the younger boys rooted around my asshole, licking and
sucking out every drop of Doc's sperm.

Colin was actually rolling around in my load on the floor, slipping and
sliding back and forth until he was shiny with it.  All this happened at
the same time and I could see Doc's face hopelessly trying to take in all
the nasty attractions simultaneously.

I turned around and drew him into my arms, shoving my tongue into his mouth
and panting out the last of my lust while we kissed.

I had no idea what the other guys had been up to while Doc fucked me.  I
was too lost in my own sex-world to pay any attention.  But now that our
performance was complete my mind snapped to attention and realized they had
been rutting like dogs while they watched Doc screw my ass.

The heat in the room was nearly unbearable and for a moment I felt like I
would pass out.  I could smell sweat and sex, a rich dish of sloppy
assholes with a huge side of hot dick- meat steaming up the atmosphere.  I
laughed in joy.

Matt was still playing musical assholes with the little boys, sticking his
enormous prick up one kid's ass and fucking him like a beast for a minute
or so before pulling out and moving on to the next boy.  The kids loved it
when he'd do this and they turned it into a game.

As each boy screamed out in pained delight the other boys would mimic his
cries and then dissolve in a fit of dirty giggles.  It never failed to get
us horny all over again, but this time we were too sapped to do anything
about it.

Doc stood staring at Matt's bucking ass, pumping his huge cock in and out
of all those precious little shitholes.

"Wanna try it, Doc?  Nothing like fucking a little dude's ass!" Toby said.

Doc smiled and cleared his throat before he answered.

"I'm fine with just watching, Toby, but if the offer to spend some time
with the girls is still good..."

Tim and I laughed and each slung an arm around his shoulders.

"Sure thing, Doc.  Come on, we'll take you to them," I said.

When we opened the door to the hallway the difference in temperatures
greeted us like a blast of refrigerated air.  It was enough to cause goose
bumps to form on our bodies as we walked down the hall to our communal
bedroom.

As we approached the doorway we could hear many feminine voices laughing
and chattering away.  Doc's prick began bloating and I knew this was the
prize he deserved.  I would have loved nothing better than for Doc's libido
to stay strong and fierce and for him to fuck every one of our girls, if
that was what he wanted.

When I brought Doc into the room the ladies seemed a bit shy at first, all
of them but Stella.  Sherry and Trish were already at the Orland's house
tending to little Brendan.  The younger girls hadn't known Doc all that
long so it took a bit of explaining that Doc was a loyal and loving friend
and that they should regard him as part of out extended clan.  Once they
understood that, they warmed up to him right away.

Doc at first was somewhat shy and reticent, too.  But once we got him to
realize that he had free rein with the ladies he was like a kid in a candy
shop, albeit a well-behaved and considerate one.

He sat beside Stella on the bed and they chatted briefly until she began
openly fondling his cock and telling him he was still a sexy man.  Doc had
first met Stella when she was 13 years old.  I could tell even then that he
was attracted to her, especially when he learned that she was the mother of
a son begat on her by her father or her uncle.  For some reason, that
really excited him.

We had first met Doc Walker shortly after Toby was born and he'd been our
family physician ever since.  Toby was now going on 16, so he'd been in our
orbit for some time.  Nevertheless, Doc never quite let go of his
professional demeanor and distance.  But over the years we had learned some
of the details of his private life.

He had lived and practiced medicine in Chicago where he'd grown up.
Married when he was in his mid-twenties, he and his wife had 2 daughters by
the time they were in their early 30s.  But his wife was sickly and spent
much of her time in bed or in various hospitals until she died when Doc was
not yet 40.  He'd missed her dearly but he had his daughters to help
assuage his grief.

Even before his wife became ill, however, Doc had formed loving relations
with both daughters.  Whenever I questioned him about whether or not his
wife knew of this he got fairly quiet and would only say that she knew but
was willing to tolerate it provided the girls were happy and safe.

After her death, he and the girls continued their loving bond until the
eldest married and moved to a neighboring state.  Shortly afterwards, Doc
moved with his younger daughter to California.

This eldest daughter, Rose, now had her own family but still visited her
dad at least 3 times each year.  They had never truly stopped their
relationship and when she visited he said it was just like `old times.'

The younger daughter, Marie, was now in her early 40s and lived with Doc as
his wife.  They had a son, Desmond, now 18 years old, who didn't know that
his mom was actually his sister.

He was a fine, strapping young dude, not really handsome, but athletic and
charming.  Des was a real womanizer and very popular at his college,
U.C. Berkeley.

Apparently Doc had never developed a taste for boys and so Des had grown up
unaware and untouched by the family bond of physical love.  But Doc was
perfectly happy with Marie and they seemed to be a model family, happy and
content.

Over the years Doc had been able to indulge his taste for young girls
through his work and occasional trips out of the country to lands where he
could freely pursue his lusts.  He had some sort of affiliation to the
F.U., but he preferred to remain on the fringes rather than plunge into the
life of the group.  All-in-all, Doc was a very private man, helpful, kind,
gentle, and trustworthy.  You couldn't hope to find a better friend and
advisor.

In many ways it seemed odd that Doc had never engaged our girls in any
extended love- play other than the quick fun they had in his examination
rooms during routine check- ups.  I always knew that he would love to spend
time with our younger beauties but Doc was not one to suggest that things
be taken a step further.  It took me years to realize that he would only
make a move if he were invited or encouraged.

So it was with double pleasure that I opened the door to our bedroom and
left him inside with Stella and 4 of our little girls.

We didn't see them for the next several hours and when they finally did
reappear it was clear that Doc was exhausted.  I also noticed that Erin had
a smug, victorious look on her lovely face as she walked down the stairs
arm-in-arm with Doc Walker.

It was a charming sight.  Erin was pregnant with my baby at that time and
she later told us that fucking a pregnant 12 year-old seemed to thrill Doc
more than anything else they'd done that day in our bedroom.

Our houses are now filled with the happy voices of children of all ages,
and the fun never seems to stop.  We have created a true miracle, a
self-engendering and self-supporting family.  The kids couple freely and
extensively `round the clock and the babies just keep coming.

Which brings me close to real-time and what we're all doing now.

Matt and Toby have revamped our wilderness camp into a growing enterprise.
Besides all the usual features of the camp they have added a day-care
center for the babies and young kids of our actual clients, barely more
than kids themselves.

Matt is in charge of the day-care unit and you can imagine how happy and
content he is.  Toby leads many of the actual groups into the wilderness
along with our crew of counselors and trek leaders.  The boys have
maintained our secret life while still indulging their peculiar desires.
We're all terribly proud of them and what they have been able to
accomplish.

Colin and I live half the year at home and the other half on Kauai or
traveling throughout the world.  Brendan shares our bed and lives, an
indispensable part of our loving family.  He's now 9 years old and combines
traits of both his daddies.  A sexier, more adventurous little fellow you
couldn't possibly hope to meet.

Mike is now a Hollywood film producer and director and has his own
production company.  Several production companies, actually.  Some legit,
some not.  He lives in splendor with an ever-revolving bevy of young women
and younger men.

My brother Tim is never out of my thoughts.  He and Stella manage our
household and join Colin and Brendan and I on travels as often as possible.
His architectural designs have been realized worldwide and the number of
awards he has garnered over the years is astounding.

Our bond is deeper than ever and we both know we'd be lost without the
other.  The time we spend together gets better with each encounter.  We
have a constant stream of new recruits to train and raise and our love
affair is legendary even within the clan.

And to think it all started on a road trip, a school-sponsored field trip
that enabled us to confront and embrace our adoration for each other.

Just goes to show that high school actually can teach valuable life
lessons...