Date: Thu, 2 Jun 2005 11:11:07 EDT From: Badgod69@aol.com Subject: MY BROTHER & OUR BOYS, Part 6 As loving as I am of kids, especially our kids, I hate watching births. I don't know why, but it just fucking grosses me out. I know intellectually it's a beautiful, miraculous thing to see for most people, but it makes me feel sick. I think it's all the noise and commotion added to the blood and screaming and mucus that makes it look and sound more like murder than a miracle to me. My brother Tim is OK with it and so are the boys, so there were definitely people around to witness the births of our new babies. This time both my wife Sherry and our daughter Stella had a midwife and her assistant come over to the house to deliver the kids. Stella delivered first and less than 2 weeks later the midwife was back helping Sherry birth her baby. My wife had a long and difficult labor and we ended up taking her to the hospital, mostly because we were concerned for her health and didn't want to take any chances. After all, she was almost 44 and that's not prime child-bearing age. Things can happen. Anyway, I stayed in bed with our son Colin while Sherry and the midwife team helped deliver Stella's baby as Tim and his sons Mike and Matt watched and filmed the whole thing. Her labor started around 8 in the evening but it didn't last long. By 11 p.m. it was all over and we had a new baby girl in our family. We named her Lily Marie. Everybody respected my reasons for not wanting to witness the birth and nobody was upset or anything like that. Besides, the women didn't really want any of the guys in there. The midwife told them they were in the way, but Tim was insistent and his sons already had the vid-cam set up and rolling by that time. The guys promised to keep out of the way and were allowed to stay unless told to leave. Colin, too, was excited to see it for himself but his joy at the prospect of having some time alone with me won out and he opted to skip watching Stella deliver. Even so, his curiosity still got the better of him periodically and he'd leap out of bed and scramble down the hall to see how things were going. He wouldn't be away long, not even long enough for me to lose my boner -- just enough time to get a general report and then hurry back to me, wide-eyed and grinning like a monkey as he told me the news. His own cock would still be half-hard and bobbing up and down like a slave before its master. He'd lunge back onto the bed and we'd wrestle and laugh, amped up and even further excited by the immanent arrival of the latest addition to our family. Colin was then a little more than halfway into his 15th year - in my book, the year of perfection in teenage boys. His face held all the promise of manhood, but was still exquisitely boyish: Bright blue eyes fringed with dark blond lashes, long and feathery. His mouth was reddish-pink, full lips covering perfect white teeth. Colin's skin was always fairly pale but his cheeks were perpetually flushed with that beautiful blush of youth that deepened when he was aroused or embarrassed. Faint golden stubble now dusted his chin and cheeks and it felt so masculine and yet still tenderly childish to feel his recently shaved face skim over my naked flesh. All this dizzying beauty was topped by a mop of increasingly darkening dirty blond hair, by now changed to a deep golden brown. When he wore his hair on the longish side it was somewhat curly and unruly, but he had been keeping it buzzed pretty short and so the curl wasn't evident at all. I liked it best when he had some length to his hair because I loved shooting my cum all over his head, especially his hair and face. Just seeing my nut clinging in thick, white gobs to his curly hair and dripping off of it was enough to make me cum twice. But the best was running my fingers through his hair afterwards, getting it all gluey and sticky, making it stand up in stiff, little peaks. He looked fucking amazing with buzzed hair, too. His body was adolescent perfection: He stood about 5'7" now, broad shoulders tapering down to slim hips with long, powerful legs to support them. The build of a swimmer -- and skater, surfer, soccer player, and martial arts student. Colin was fit and perfectly put together. His ass was round and firm, like luscious, fuzzy melons begging to be devoured, and when he turned 'round...a beautiful uncut cock tapering to a heavily-hooded nipple dangled between his hairy thighs, surrounded by a thatch of dark pubes beginning to spread out some. Hard, Colin's dick was now just under 7 inches. My son's balls were a particular fetish of mine, so plump and pungent. They hung in their sack enticingly, a light growth of hair sprouting on them that tickled when I suckled or sniffed their incredibly rich and complex aroma. The focal point of a guy's animal smell is his perineum, or "taint," especially on a teenager, and it acted like a hot spot to my senses when I got a good look and noseful of my son's. Dark hair lined either side of it but the actual surface was fairly smooth. Just a little further back and the hair was somewhat more golden and silky as it joined into one line that ran up to his asshole, where it branched out again to encircle the holy of holes itself as more hair ran upwards to line his butt crack. One thing I love, it's a hairy butt and the gods blessed me when they gave my 15 year-old son the gift of a fairly hairy body at such a perfect, tender age. His ass cheeks were very lightly dusted with downy hair that caught the sun and shone like gold, just like his hairy legs and forearms. Colin's armpit hair had finally blossomed, too, and his pits were now decently carpeted with coarse, golden brown hair that usually looked darker because of his sweat. I couldn't look at him enough. To me he was heart-breakingly beautiful and he made me feel so much love and desire for him that I couldn't figure out how to love him enough. I'd just be crazy with passion, barely able to tolerate the intensity of my adoration of him. Colin felt the same way and we now freely admitted and openly expressed the fact that we were head-over-heels in love. Our hunger for each other felt almost like a compulsion, it was so strong. Our bond had been deepening into this incredible love and attraction for over 2 years and it showed no sign of abating. I think that's why it felt almost spooky at times. Where would it end? We even got tattoos from my buddy Sam when Colin was 13. Mine was just Colin's name on a ribbon with a spurting heart behind it. I got mine on my right upper arm. Colin's said "DAD'S" in a shaded heart and he got his on his right shoulder. I thought it looked hot as hell, my then-13-year-old boy with my name tattooed permanently on his body. Around that same time Colin and I started doing something I used to do with my brother every weekend when we were younger. We would go down to Telegraph Avenue in Berkeley on a Saturday and join the crowds of mostly teenagers and college kids as they socialized or shopped and checked out the various goods on display from the street vendors. We'd spend the day walking up and down the avenue or sitting outside at some caf^Â drinking coffee and checking out the crowds of passers-by. When we'd spot someone we thought was hot we'd subtly point them out to each other and rate them. It got to the point where we were commenting on people of all ages, but mostly younger college kids and high schoolers, finally even saying things like, "Look at that little kid with the red shorts and blue tank top. When he gets to about 11 he's gonna be a hot little fucker!" We'd laugh quietly and tell each other how hard we were, increasing our hungry lust for each other until we had to go home and do something about it, just to get relief from the sexy talk we had stoked each other with all day long. It sounds fucked-up but it was helluv fun, believe me. We called this activity "going shopping." For those of you not familiar with Telegraph Avenue, it sometimes has the feel of an open-air mental institution due to all the homeless people - many of them teens - and the burnt out hippies who didn't make it to the other side. In the summer it gets even more intense with hordes of street kids and punks, some of them just passing through Berkeley for the summer on their way to some other place to hang out. They panhandle freely and sit in groups on the busy sidewalks, but for the most part they sort of add to the atmosphere of the avenue. Families seem to enjoy the carnival-like atmosphere, too, so there are always a fair number of parents from the 'burbs with their kids in tow strolling the street, as well. Colin would find the young, cutest freshman/sophomore-age kids and point them out for me, while I would find him sexy older men - guys around my age, endearingly -- for him to check out, since that seemed to be what Colin liked best. Frequently, we'd both light on the same kid and turn to each other with a grin on our faces. Colin had the advantage of being a kid too, so he could easily walk up to the younger kids we checked out and ask for a smoke or give them some spare change or otherwise engage them in conversation. I always brought my camera with me and stayed a discrete distance away snapping photos while Colin chatted them up. If we spotted someone we found irresistible, we'd follow them around for a while saying nasty stuff about them to each other, snickering and getting each other as worked up as we could. A few times, Colin actually invited some of them to call him and hang out. Which they did. But that's a whole other story. The deepening of our love and relationship wasn't unique. In fact, other relationships within our clan had developed and bloomed just like ours. Tim and Stella were now living as man and wife and we all thought of them as a couple. They were even going to make it officially legal in Reno as soon as Stella had the baby and was ready for a road trip that would bring her back as Mrs. Timothy Maguire. We had forged a new driver's license for her, changing only her last name so the minister or whatever wouldn't wonder why Tim and Stella had the same last name. We also made her a few years older, 19 to be exact, just in case there was any question about her age. Stella looked younger than her age, just a few months shy of 17. Tim had told me privately many times over the past year how badly he wanted to legally marry my daughter and I thought it was awesome, the idea of my 34 year-old brother being married to his niece. It seemed like only yesterday when she was giggling and pestering him to play "tickle pussy" with her in the bathtub. It got my dick hard just thinking about how transgressive it was. I told him he certainly had my blessing but that he'd still have to make way for daddy whenever I wanted to get a taste of my daughter's sweet, sweet pussy. We laughed like hell over that. The boys were like dogs, lined up to take their turns at making love with Stella while she was pregnant. Colin seemed to take a particular delight in fucking his sister with her big, swollen belly, full of the child we 5 males had created together as a group. He'd be fucking like a madman, really plowing her cunt good, then suddenly pull his hard, slimy prick out and rub it against her belly. Frequently, in past weeks, he'd just keep humping it until he spewed his load all over her huge, round belly and bouncing tits. It seemed to excite him more to get off this way than unloading inside her wet cunt, and it amused me to see how much he got off on seeing his jizz drip off his sister's big belly and breasts. I asked him about it. "Damn, Squirt, you really get off nutting on Stella's belly, huh!? How come?" He laughed a bit and his cheeks flushed before he answered. "Well, Babe," (he'd been calling me "babe" for over a year now, like a real husband or a boyfriend; I got a wild thrill every time I heard him say it) "ya see, it's like I'm already bonding with the kid, already letting it feel my nut cover it while it's still inside her. It's totally powerful and like a bonding thing to me. Maybe I've just got a dirty mind, I don't know. Whatever. But I love looking at her full of our baby, Dad. You know what I mean." I nodded and smiled and rubbed his bristly hair. I knew exactly what he meant. Tim couldn't stop touching and groping Stella to the point where it began to irritate her the farther along she got. Honestly, it must have made her nuts her how much we guys were on her all the time, especially late in her pregnancy when she was pretty uncomfortable. But she never told us to stop, so we didn't. Our hormones were just too constantly jacked-up to really even think about it much. It wasn't like we weren't considerate or thoughtful about it; we just couldn't resist fucking her whenever the urge struck. Which was often. She looked so vibrant and sexy, full of the fruit of our family love. It was like we were making love to the baby, too, welcoming it into our fold. And besides, Tim and I had 3 teenage boys with raging libidos setting us an example we were only too happy to follow. We were having the time of our lives, all of us. Sex was on our minds 24/7. I felt like a kid again. Tim, too. We'd joke about it all the time, and then usually prove our point by fucking like dogs. Sherry had to sit us guys down and tell us to give Stella a break. Which was pretty funny in itself, since Mike had his fingers busy inside Sherry manipulating her clit as she leaned back on the bed talking to us, her own stomach big and swollen with another love-child, quite possibly his. We heard everything she had to say but it still ended up with me and my brother and our boys each taking a turn on Sherry. I know we tired her out, but she sure as hell didn't complain. In any case, we heard her message loud and clear and tried to restrain giving in to our libidos as much as we could after that. My brother's oldest boy, Mike, and my wife Sherry had deepened their love and intimacy, too. I was surprised that Mike was still as infatuated with Sherry as he was. After all, he was only 15 1/2 when they'd started their affair, but their love and attachment were still strong now that Mike was a little over 16 and Sherry was soon to be 44. He hadn't tired of her the way most teenage boys would after a few weeks at most. Mike was a pretty serious and competitive kid, but when he let go and got loose he was an animal. I mean that in a good way. He worked hard, partied hard, loved hard and fucked hard. He also laughed hard, which was such a nice change from his usual self-driven nature. Tim played with Mike and Sherry in beautiful threesomes all the time. I loved watching my brother and his son make love to my wife, both of them pleasuring her and each other like panthers. Their love and regard for each other was a deeply moving thing to witness. 14 year-old Matt was my special "little" boyfriend now that he had accepted the profound love Colin and I shared. Matt and Colin loved each other with a brotherly fierceness that nothing would ever destroy. They knew each other's bodies and physical triggers as well as they knew their own. Some of the hottest porn I have ever seen is videos the boys made of themselves during their regular sessions together. You'd be amazed. Matt had been quite upset about my wedding Colin at first, but once he realized that nothing would change between Colin and him and that he could marry Colin too, he relaxed and began spending as much of his free time with me as he could. I was in hog heaven: a beautiful 15 year-old son who was also my husband-lover, and my nephew -- my brother's youngest boy (whom I was also married to, just in case you're not already confused) -- with an uncut cock that looked like it belonged on a horse. Between the two of them I was kept plenty busy gratifying their hormonal drives. And they knew exactly how to satisfy mine. They had figured out a love-trick on their own that sent me out of my head every time they did it in front of me. Both boys were uncircumcised, as I've said, and they loved - LOVED -- their ample foreskins. When they'd play around together they frequently spent time docking, pulling their hoods over the other's dick head. It looked super sexy to see one boy stretch his skin out to envelop the hooded head of the other's prick, then jack them together in unison. The boys would go weak in the knees from this activity, kissing with thick, squirming tongues when they weren't gasping and moaning from how good it felt. But that's not what would make me so horny I had to jack off or fuck. It was this: They would each beat off like normal, but when they got close they'd pull up and out on their foreskins by pinching the skin between their fingertips on both sides, then slide the skin rapidly up and down around the exposed head. When they came it would spurt out and slop onto the floor as they continued sliding their skins up and down, carried away by how good it felt to shoot this way. The gap between their foreskins and cock heads would fill up with sperm and drip out, sending even more thick globs of jizz flying. That in itself was enough to make me crazy. But there's a second and even better part to what turned me on so much - as soon as they were done spurting, even while their foreskins were still dripping-full of their seed, they'd stuff their cocks back inside their shorts or pants and go about their business. Ah, blithely nasty teenage boys! Just knowing that there was ample amounts of nut soaking into their clothes or dripping onto their thighs made me so hard I had to get relief. They made me wish I was intact, believe me. I'd wait as long as I could, maybe an hour or so, and then find one or both of them so I could give them a lusty blow job. After the first couple of times it played out this way, they realized it was a pattern and that I loved sucking their dirty cocks still coated with their gloppy nut. Our little son Tobias, soon to be 4 years-old, had bonded really well with Matt. I think it was because Matt never tired of having Toby follow him around wherever he went, babbling and giggling and full of energy. Tobias wore us out with his boundless curiosity and endless questions, but Matt ate it up. Of course, we all loved and honored Toby and played with him whenever we could, but it was Matt that seemed to be Toby's "go to" buddy. He had even begun to call Matt "daddy" and none of us corrected him. But Matt was constantly telling Toby that Tim and I were his real dads. It didn't seem to faze him in the least, however, and he continued calling Matt "daddy." I have to say that Matt really was wonderful with Toby. He was slowly bringing Toby into our love-fold, teaching him about his body - especially his dick -- and how to make it feel good. Matt did this mostly through example. For instance, a common occurrence was to find Matt sprawled on his back on the living room floor or on our bed or outside on the lawn with Toby racing and tumbling around him. He'd tickle and wrestle with Toby until the little fella was over-stimulated and half out of his head with excitement. When Matt whipped out his huge, close to 9" uncut dick, hard and half-hooded, Toby knew just what to do to make his "daddy" happy. He'd scoot between Matt's spread legs and drape his little body on top of Matt, rubbing back and forth over him like Matt had told him to until Matt's cock exploded and sent hot geysers of fresh sperm shooting up between their naked torsos. Toby always screamed in glee when he'd feel Matt's nut slam against his skin, then he'd slowly calm down as they slid around on top of each other, squishing and slipping until they were sticky with Matt's messy loads. It was an adorable sight to see: 6'1" Matt would hug toddler Toby, all 3 feet of him, to his body in a tight embrace, like he was hugging and fucking a pillow, huffing and puffing and laughing mindlessly as he stroked Toby's little mop of red hair, his legs hiked up and twined around Toby's little thighs. Toby's head only came up to Matt's chest when they were glued together like this, and his little legs would be flailing away as Matt bucked up to increase the friction Toby provided his dick. This was an activity that Tobias enjoyed so much that we other guys all began to do it, too, once he'd initiated it with us. Of course, everyone in the family sucked his little prick whenever we could, so he was quickly learning about blow jobs and how good they feel. He was still too young to actively suck cock himself, but he was a fast learner. We all got a good laugh and a healthy charge out of seeing him practice on some of our "wackys" -- our dildos -- every once in a while. He'd get them out of our toy chest all by himself and drag whatever dildo struck his fancy into whatever room we were in. It was funny and exciting watching him, giving him tips on techniques, showing him how to go deeper without gagging, telling him that when he got a little older we'd show him what else he could do with them. As I had done with Colin, I masturbated freely in front of him whenever I could, knowing that this would be a good bonding experience for us. Soon, Toby was fondling himself all the time just like Colin used to do, and we all thought it was cute as hell and super-sexy, too. We had to keep an eye on him, though, because he was apt to rub his dick through his pants or actually take it out and play with it in public places. He had done this on numerous occasions, and while we laughed and joked about it we knew we had to make it clear to Toby that playing with himself in public wasn't such a good idea. I hated having to explain this to him, because I hated for him to have to think about where and when it was OK to pleasure himself now. It wasn't fair, but it was still the same old world it had been when I had to explain it to Colin when he was just a tyke. In a perfect world, guys would be able to jerk off anytime, anywhere. For that matter, people would be able to fuck or whatever else they desired in public AND private places. No rules around sex and pleasure, so long as everyone involved was willing and happy -- that would be Rule Number One if I ran the world. But since I didn't, I eventually succeeded in getting Toby to understand that his dick was something he couldn't play with in public. Anywhere else was OK. But I also had to make it clear to him that there were exceptions. For instance, every Christmas season the whole family would go to the San Francisco Ballet's production of "The Nutcracker" at the San Francisco Opera House. This had become a family tradition for us, something we looked forward to each holiday season. We always got a center box, mostly because it was the easiest way of keeping us all seated together, since there were 8 seats in each box. The added benefits of box seating are several: You enter your box through a door that you can close securely to find yourself standing in a small vestibule area with a coat rack, a richly upholstered chair and a lamp before stepping up into the seating area. A heavy curtain can be drawn to separate the vestibule from the seats, so you basically have a private area where no one can see you. Anyway, until he was 3 years-old we left Tobias with a baby-sitter when we'd go see the ballet. Being well-versed in theatre etiquette from our years of involvement in drama programs at our colleges, besides just using common sense and civility, my brother and I knew better than to bring a small child to a public performance. We hated it when parents brought their too-small kids to performances and expected them to be able to sit still quietly for such a long period of time. The kids would get fidgety and noisy and the parents would get frustrated and cranky, ruining the show for everyone seated around them. But when Toby was 3 we decided he was old enough for his first "Nutcracker." He was still too small to be able to see from his own seat, but we figured we could take turns holding him on our laps while we watched the ballet. For the first 20 minutes or so, Toby was great. He was fascinated by the colors and movement and music. But after a short while he loudly announced that he didn't like "the movie" and wanted to get down from our laps. I was seated in the back row of our box, the row closest to the vestibule. From the front row, Sherry transferred Toby to Colin in the second row, and he transferred Toby into my arms. I placed him firmly on my lap, bouncing him gently on my knees; that usually quieted him down. Colin turned around to look at me and Toby, smiling and shaking his head as if to say, "We should have left Toby at home, huh?" The look on my son's face and the way the lights from the stage reflected on his skin made him look more beautiful than ever. I could feel my dick start to harden in my dress pants. I adjusted Toby so the bulk of his weight was squarely centered on my crotch and bounced him a little faster on my lap. All of a sudden Toby giggled and said full-voice, "I can feel your wiener, Daddy!" I clamped my hand over his mouth and rose quickly to take Toby into the vestibule area where he could move around and chatter softly without disturbing those around us and embarrassing the hell out of me. As I moved the few feet into the vestibule I noticed that most of our family had their hands over their mouths, trying to stifle the laughter bubbling in their chests over what Toby had just said, loud and clear. I don't think any of the people in the boxes near ours heard him, but I knew I better get him the hell out of there before he said something that would attract attention. My brother had turned in his seat to watch me move out of the box with Toby in my arms. Tim was grinning like a fool. When I got Toby into the vestibule I pulled the drape and suddenly we found ourselves alone in the tiny lobby, romantically lit by the small lamp next to the armchair, where I sat to talk to our little boy. Tobias was full of sugary treats from lunch and his energy was nearly uncontainable. He kept squirming on my lap to get down so he could run around exploring. As much as I wanted to let him do just that, I knew I couldn't. I tried talking him down, telling him he had to be quiet and stop fidgeting because he was disturbing the other audience members. The whole time I was talking Toby's eyes were darting all around the little vestibule, curious and eager to discover for himself all the details of our box. It was clear he wasn't listening to a word I said. Yet I also knew that he wasn't able to help himself. There were simply too many stimulating things to check out. All this time, my dick was getting harder and harder the more he squirmed on my lap and I still had that recent image of Colin's face turning around to look at me, so handsome and inviting. Finally I let Tobias get down but still held on to his tiny shoulder so he wouldn't open the door to our box and go tearing off through the vast Opera House on a mission of discovery. My suit pants were made of a fairly thin woolen-blend fabric and my cock was now tenting the material like crazy. Like usual, I wasn't wearing underwear. I had debated earlier that morning about putting some on, but I actually kind of got off on the idea that the ridge of my cock head could be clearly seen under the fabric of my suit pants by anyone whose gaze happened to travel down to my crotch. I've always been something of an exhibitionist. Toby couldn't help but immediately notice my boner under the material and he gave a little squeal of delight before he grabbed at it, giggling and chuckling his dear little-boy laugh. The second his hand made contact with my prick through the thin material I felt a short burst of warm, thick fluid seep out of my dick and start to slide down my inner thigh. When I leaked precum like this I knew my orgasm was going to produce a major ejaculation. I wanted nothing so much at that moment but to rip open my pants, haul out my stiff, leaking cock and beat off a healthy nut. I remember thinking that maybe Toby would quiet down if I could distract him from his surroundings. So I gave it a shot. Instead of trying to fight off his little hands from grabbing and twiddling with my dick through my trousers, I let him grasp and rub the tent pole as I fumbled with getting my belt unbuckled as fast as I could. Once Toby realized I was opening my pants up to free the hairy fucker inside them so he could see and play with it, he calmed down and stood there, smiling and giggling with anticipation. He was transfixed. He looked adorable standing there in his tiny, dark blue suit and tie, looking for all the world like a Lilliputian businessman or the world's youngest Mormon missionary. I thought about his tender body naked under his clothes and reached out to feel his crotch, just to see if his tiny cock was as hard as mine. I think it was; it was so small it was hard to tell. I unzipped my pants and shoved them down my hairy thighs before I tossed my tie over my shoulder, hiked up my dress shirt, and spread my suit jacket as far as it would go. Sure enough, there was a shiny smear of precum streaking my thigh and tiny, glistening beads of the stuff dotted the hair on my lower stomach. Now released, my hard prick pointed skyward as I grasped it near the hairy root and wagged it back and forth before Toby's shining eyes, mesmerizing him with it like a cobra lulls its prey before striking. I motioned for Toby to step closer to me and he tried to stand between my spread legs but my pants were still taut across my knees. I pushed them further down my legs until they were bunched up around my ankles. Now my entire hairy lower body was exposed to my little boy, moist with musky man smells, familiar and comforting to him. Toby stepped into me and I clasped him gently between my muscular thighs. He was still giggling and beaming his darling smile at me and I cupped the back of his little head in my big hand, pulling him even closer. Toby knew what to do. He reached out and grabbed my throbbing dick in his little hand, hot and damp with excitement. Toby had always been fascinated by my hairy crotch and he instinctively went for my pubes, lush and wiry. He ran his tiny fingers through the tight curls, stroking and petting the hair surrounding my fat monster-dick before they skimmed over the sensitive cock flesh. Toby always treated my dick like a favorite pet, like a puppy or a kitten. "That's it, baby boy, pet Daddy's wiener for him, OK? You do it so good, Toby darlin', you do it just the way Daddy likes it best. And see how much this big ol' dick likes it? You're making him feel so good, he's drooling!" I was speaking to him in a low, calming voice, lulling him into quietness. I put my big hand over his and helped him beat me off, guiding his strokes like any parent would guide their son's hand as he attempted to master a new manual skill. "Like this, Daddy?" Toby chirped. "Mmmmmmmm...yesss, that's it, baby..." His touch felt so good I squeezed him tighter between my legs while I nuzzled his neck. "Give Daddy's dick some lovin', big boy, will ya? Let's pretend it's a candy cane, OK?" Toby chuckled and nodded. His face lit up when he heard the word "candy" and he leaned his little face down to lick my cock head. A fat bead of prejizz stuck to his tongue and as he drew his head up it elongated into a thin, shining thread that glistened in the lamplight. He saw it catch the light and he laughed, causing the thread to snap and recoil up onto his lower lip. I leaned my head back in the armchair as I closed my eyes and let out a low moan, relishing the sensation of having my 3 year-old son's mouth panting over my prick. Talk about a father/son bonding moment! It was miraculous. Just as I was getting ready to re-seat Toby on my lap facing me so I could grind my hard cock against him, the curtain parted and my brother's head appeared in the gap. I glanced at him and saw his beautiful face, alive and shining with horniness as he took in the scene. Tim stepped into the vestibule and pulled the drape shut behind him. Toby looked at his other Daddy and smiled hugely at him. "Look, Daddy, I'm playing with Daddy's dick now! It's like candy!" Toby called both Tim and I "daddy," as well as Matt. His voice sounded too loud to me, so I shushed him and told him we had to keep it a secret or all the other little boys in the theatre would want some candy, too. His eyes widened and he nodded at my sage advice. Tim groaned out a lascivious chuckle as he stepped down into the little lobby and stood behind my chair. He leaned over me and our tongues met for a brief but thrilling kiss. I could taste the coffee he'd had with lunch. "I wanna play, too!" he whispered in my ear with a dirty lilt in his breathy voice. My brother came around the chair and squatted down to talk to Toby as he opened our little boy's pants and pushed them down his tiny hips. Once he had his little suit pants down, Tim slowly, gently pulled Toby's tighty whities down around his ankles. Toby was still grasping me in his hand with his body facing me, but he turned his head to listen to what Tim had to say. "Darling, my weenie tastes as good as Daddy's, but you know what?, it's feeling sad and lonely. Don't you want to make my dick happy, too?" His voice sounded childish but convincing and my dick pumped out another little burst of precum. Toby nodded and looked back to me to see if it was OK. I nodded, smiling tenderly, and squeezed his narrow shoulders in both hands, kissing him on the mouth as I stood up and let my cock bounce a few times right in front of his adorable face and then on top of his curly head. I could have easily popped my nut if I'd rubbed my dick just a little longer over his thick mop of reddish hair. But I knew Tim had something else in mind as our eyes locked and he moved to sit down in the chair himself. He unbuckled his belt and opened his pants up fast before he yanked his briefs and pants down. His cock was ramrod hard and wet and it slapped against his belly when it sprung free from his briefs. As his trousers and underpants fell in a heap at his ankles, he flopped himself into the chair and spread his furry legs as he positioned Toby between his knees. I stared at his pubes, squashed flat and matted in tight, dark brown curls. Toby was loving all the attention, and he did whatever we suggested with an eagerness that made my head swim. Once he was seated comfortably, Tim told Toby to kiss his dick and Toby did it like a loving son. He giggled and played with Tim's hairy horse cock like it was another favorite pet. After a bit of this, Tim quietly told Toby to stand up on the chair seat, straddling his legs. This meant that Toby's dick was at mouth level with my brother's face. Tim pulled Toby's delicate body close to him and snuffled all over his little white chest and tummy as I reached around Toby and raised his shirt and suit jacket up towards his chin. Toby's necktie kept falling back down and Tim kept batting it away. For some reason, that simple gesture seemed wildly sexy and thrilling to me. I was jacking my dick while I watched Tim take infinite loving care to calm and tame our little wild Indian. It was working like a charm and Toby seemed to forget all about exploring our surroundings. Instead he was focused on the incredibly good sensations his father was giving him by lapping all around his tiny penis and balls. He kept glancing at our cocks, riveted to the sight of his daddys' hairy pricks, stiff and leaking clear juice like sap. Tim had pushed his own suit jacket and shirt up his chest to reveal the furry beauty of his muscular torso. I could smell his junk and it was making me crazy. I knew he could smell mine too, cuz I could smell it myself. Good and manly. Potent. We were already smelling up the little vestibule, and we only had our clothes half off! I had to laugh. I let Toby's suit top go and it gently fell back into place as I bent over to kiss and lick his tiny asshole. Toby loved it when we'd rim him, squealing with glee and laughing so hard he'd pee. For some crazy reason, I had an overwhelming desire to see him piss right then, so I flicked my tongue over his tiny asshole until I got him excited and unhinged enough that he let loose with a squirt of piss that shot past my brother's flushed face and splashed the wall behind him. Tim snickered while he watched Toby let him piss stream go. It was only a few short bursts. After that, Toby was able to get himself under control and stop peeing. Tim started jacking off and whispered to Toby, "Turn around and face your Daddy, sweetheart. He wants to see how handsome you look." Toby gingerly turned around towards me and I saw his little dick all stiff and red. Tim reared up and sat on the top of the back of the chair with his thick, hairy legs spread until they brushed against Toby's spindly sides, planting his big black dress shoes firmly on the arms of the chair. I knew the added stimulus of warm boy flesh would help get him off better. He placed his large, sweaty hands under Toby's suit and hoisted it up as far as he could get it. Then he pulled our little boy backwards until his naked backside was pressed up against Tim's hard cock and furry stomach. I stepped a foot or so closer, beating off the whole time I watched this happen, as my brother wrapped his arms around Toby's little chest and hugged him to himself. He was murmuring loving things softly into Toby's ears and throat, kissing and licking his cheeks and shoulders. A part of my brain was still conscious of our surroundings and I remember hearing the orchestra playing and the audience applauding after some particularly spectacular dance move. It seemed like all those people were applauding the three of us, appreciative and turned-on by what we were doing right under their noses. Toby's eyes were glued to my fist as it traveled the length of my spit-shined shaft, over and over again. His little red lips formed an "o" and his eyes got huge and shiny, especially when I'd swirl my fist over the purple plum of my cock head, making it ooze out even more love-sap. I could see his heart pumping furiously under the pale, delicate skin of his chest. Tiny red nipples tempted me to tweak them, but I didn't do it in case it might make Toby squeal with pleasure. In the soft light of the little lamp, his nipples looked like tiny red lights standing out in sharp contrast to his pink-white flesh. I couldn't see my brother's face because Toby's rocking body was blocking it from my view. But from the noises Tim was making I could pretty well guess what his face looked like. He was breathing heavily and shakily, his hands running all over Toby's naked body, from his hair to his skinny ankles. Toby was like putty in his Daddy's hands, letting Tim touch and feel him all over. It was obvious how much Toby liked it, being mauled so lovingly in that special way Tim had with kids. Glancing down at my brother's crotch, I could see his sweat sparkle on the hair of his thighs. I knew his asshole must be even wetter and would probably leave a damp stain on the chair's upholstery. The thought made my cock swell and the next several strokes were indescribably delicious, just like that chair seat would smell in a few minutes. It didn't take long for Tim to start really thrashing against Toby's back, hugging him tight and ravishing the little fellow with his hands. I was quickly jacking into the home stretch and I remember thinking how exciting it would be if we could be doing this in clear view of the rest of the audience. What a show that would be! Nutcracker, indeed. Toby's eyes were glazing over from all the over-stimulation we were giving him, but he was liking it a lot. As soon as he said, "Make your weenie spit now, Daddy!" I could feel my balls churn as the hot jizz got ready to erupt. Tim whispered in a hoarse voice, "...cum, cum, I'm gonna fuckin' cum..." over and over, increasing the speed and force of his humping Toby's naked back. His hands were clutching at Toby's suit so hard I was afraid he was going to rip it. Suddenly Toby let out a happy whoop as my brother growled in the back of his throat and thrust hard. Our little son squealed in delight as he felt Tim's sperm shoot up the length of his back and up under his clothes. Tim was gasping by now and grunting like a pig. His noises pushed me over the edge and I flogged my cock so hard as I shot that cum flew everywhere, showering Toby, the chair and the walls. Great white gobs of jizz flecked the carpet, too. Even Tim's suit pants took several direct hits. Toby was beside himself, laughing and wiggling around from how good it felt to be doused with warm, thick spooge. The sight of him standing on that chair, my cum dripping in thick, wet streaks from his chin to his calves, was a sight to behold. His tiny chest was shiny with sperm and as Tim lifted him and set him on the floor he turned around to face my brother. Cum glazed his sweet little butt cheeks and there was even more dotting the back of his navy blue jacket. I knew we'd have to clean him up some before we could show him in public. The wet spots were too obviously cum stains and even I felt a little uncomfortable with the idea of parading through the Opera House after the performance with a tiny little boy dressed in a cum-splattered suit and tie. We hurriedly stuffed our still half-hard cocks back in our pants and tried to compose ourselves. Fortunately, a small wall mirror let us check ourselves out before we resumed our seats. Tim worked on wiping off Toby's suit with his pocket scarf while I got his pants pulled up and buckled his belt. He still looked like he'd just come in out of the rain, but it was the best we could do. My brother rubbed at his own clothes until he had most of the sperm off, but we still looked like we'd just had sex. Kissing each other like lovers before we opened the curtain, I gave his crotch a grope and felt his fat log throb in my hand. When we came back into the box, Colin immediately turned to look at us. His mouth broke into a wide grin and he winked at me, nodding slowly, letting me know he knew exactly what we'd just done. We'd only been in our seat again for maybe 10 minutes when the first act ended and the house lights came up. The clan clustered round and laughingly talked about what had happened. I told them all what I'd done with Tim to settle Toby down and we all had a good chuckle about it. During the second act Toby was much calmer and actually fell asleep in Stella's arms shortly after it began. Tim and I both dozed briefly, too. We were pooped. Colin made sure he was seated next to me for the second act. After I fell asleep he woke me up by rubbing the inside of my thigh through my pants. He had removed his suit jacket and placed it over his lap. I reached over and stuck my hand under his jacket and grabbed a handful of hard boy cock through his suit pants. I kept rubbing him until he could barely control his urge to cry out in bliss. He sneakily unzipped his fly and leered at me with upraised eyebrows and a crooked grin. I shoved my hand hurriedly inside his pants and made quick, wet contact with his hard prick. I jacked him off and he came in my hand. When I pulled it out of his fly I saw a big white dollop of sperm fall in slow motion onto my pants leg, so I scooped it up and sucked it off my fingers, along with the rest of his load on my fist. It was a memorable day at the ballet, not only because it was Toby's first, but also because we had been able to play so freely in semi-public. That was the lesson of the day. My brother Tim and I were more deeply in love with each other and our family than ever before. We had begun our love-and-sex relationship when he was 15 and I was 24. As the years passed I had come to realize that I had been in love with him since he was a little boy, though nothing had happened between us until he was 10 and that was only jacking off together. Tim asked me if I wished we had started fucking around with each other when we were even younger. I asked him what he meant and he said he had fantasized about me since he had been like 6 or 7 but hadn't realized his feelings were sexual for another year or so. That got me to thinking, honestly and openly, and I told him I first jacked off to ideas about him when I was 12 or 13. I didn't really think sexy thoughts about him at that point, but the IDEA of him was wildly sexy to me, the IDEA of messing around with him when he got a little older. Like 8 or 9. I remember a repeated jack-off fantasy I had about him that I started using when I was almost 16. It was the night of Timmy's 7th birthday which fell during August. It had been a ragingly hot day and we'd had a barbecue and swim party in our backyard to celebrate. Lots of relatives and members of our Mormon Church were there and Tim was dressed in tight blue swim trunks. His little, lithe body looked gawky and pale and I remember springing a huge fucking boner when he pressed his little bulging package against the edge of the pool as he climbed out. He obviously had a hard-on, too. Our eyes locked for a moment and I smiled at him, imagining him naked and flat on his stomach while I felt his hot, tight, little asshole milk my hard cock, kissing him and telling him how much I loved him. I had to keep a towel draped over my crotch for about 15 minutes, though Timmy's little boner went soft as soon as he got out of the water. I thought back to that night alone in my bedroom, recalling the sexy sight of my little brother from earlier that day. I jacked my cock so hard and good that I sprayed out a load that soaked me and my bed, so overwrought by my fantasy that I roared out when I shot. My father called out from down the hall, asking me if I was all right. I shouted back that I had stubbed my toe as I swirled my sperm around on my stomach, gasping for breath while I scooped great globs of it up so I could eat it. I had been way into my little brother even back then. So, I guess I did wish we had started in earlier. But back then we were still scared and innocent and didn't realize that what we felt was love. That came several years later when we finally did actually fuck and talked about how we felt. But now we were married to each other, at least in the eyes of our family, if not the law. My brother was also my husband-lover and I loved him more than anyone else in the world, probably even more than my lawful wife and kids. Tim had told me that if anything ever happened to me he'd probably kill himself because he couldn't imagine life without me. I gave him shit about that, reminding him of how much his family adored and needed him. But secretly, the thought flooded my heart with tenderness and excitement, to know that my love was returned so deeply that death seemed like the only answer, should he ever lose me. For my part, I planned on growing old and decrepit with my brother at my side, still trying to get each other off as best we could. I couldn't imagine my life without him, either. We had been together since his birth and we planned on being together until death. Like I said, our relationship was strange and unique and that's what made it so fucking beautiful to us. And sexy. My marriage with Sherry was still strong and unbreakable, even with us all being married to each other now. Her mind worked much like mine and she never once balked at where I suggested we take our love for our kids. As far as my relationship with my brother went, at first Tim and I had tried to keep it on the down-low, but after we initiated comprehensive love into our family, we didn't even bother with trying to be sly anymore. Sherry accepted it without batting an eye. Of course, it would be hard not fall in love with my brother - he was so goddamned handsome and affectionate, as well as smart and funny. Sherry had been screwing Tim for close to 10 years now and she completely accepted the fact that he and I were unshakably in love. She knew our bond was untouchable and inviolate, a holy thing in our eyes. In our family's book, love was love no matter what, and it was all good so long as no one was feeling powerless or manipulated. That was our Golden Rule and we taught it to our kids when they were still quite young. We lived a charmed life but one not without risks of public exposure. Like I've mentioned, Sherry and I owned and operated a wilderness camp for youth out of state and it had brought us a certain degree of fame, believe it or not. As a result I was asked to join the Boards of several youth services organizations and Sherry traveled to different parts of the country a few times a year to deliver speeches and seminars on how to work effectively with teens, specifically around wilderness adventuring. The final coup was my appointment to a City of Berkeley commission set up to improve youth relations with the police and service organizations in Berkeley by the Mayor. The irony escaped none of us, believe me. Tim had a fairly high-profile job as an architect with a prestigious firm located in San Francisco. Some of his team and solo designs have been built in many cities throughout the country. You may live or work in one of my brother's buildings. He was always being invited to this-or-that grand opening or ceremony, but he usually didn't go, begging off for one reason or another. He hated traveling by himself and he felt he couldn't take any chances of questions or exposure by bringing Stella or one of the boys with him. Sherry and I, on the other hand, had begun bringing Colin or Stella or one of Tim's boys with us when we worked our months at the camp. Our kids all loved the wilderness and were strong hikers, versed in first aid and nearly as good of leaders as us. I can't think of one camper in the various groups who didn't automatically love our kids. They made friends fast and were sociable with everyone. We even arranged it so that Colin (or whichever boy we had with us) could hook up for some after-lights-out sex-fun with whichever boy or girl he'd been flirting with. Of course, generally speaking, our kids slept with us and we reveled in being able to make love under the stars whenever we could. Colin had sex with his first adults outside the family while he was at the camp with me. It happened the first time with one of our senior counselors, a hot 22 year-old woman named Sonya. She had first come to us when she was 15, a rebellious little thing with a fierce temper and a foul mouth. Her parents had sent her to us with the hope that she'd reform after being in the wilderness and away from her thug friends back home. For some reason, she and I bonded immediately and we talked for hours on end each day as we hiked and climbed. Sonya took to the adventure like a duck to water. She was by my side from sunup to sundown. After a week or so into the month-long trek, she secretly joined me in my tent one evening and I fucked her all night long. From that point on, we made it every chance we got. At the end of the month she told me she wanted to work for the camp. I told her I'd see if there were any openings for the following summer, but that she needed to keep her nose clean until then if she really wanted to work with us. Sonya promised she would be good, and, true to her word, she applied for a freshman guide position the next summer. I hired her on the spot and she had been with us ever since. Colin was smitten with her as soon as he saw her. And Sonya returned his admiration. At first I thought it might be just because he was my son, and besides, she was engaged to a nice young guy now. But she had laughingly told me in private that Colin was one of the handsomest kids she had ever seen. I laughed back and told her to watch out for Colin because he was a charmer and had already told me how much he'd like to make love to her. I noticed that Sonya blushed and busied herself with whatever task she was doing at the moment. The seeds had been planted, and sure enough, that night I could hear her and Colin fucking like rabbits. Her murmurs and his bleating when he nutted woke me up repeatedly throughout the night. On another trip Colin accompanied me on, he buddied up to a couple of our male senior guides, young men I had relationships with when they were boys participating in the program, much like the story of Sonya. Marc was a sweet and handsome 22 year-old guy, bisexual, with a beautiful body and a nice uncut dick. I had first made it with him when he was a 15 year-old junior youth guide. He had dark blond hair, like Colin's, with furry legs that shone like gold dust in the sunlight. Colin was fascinated with Marc and asked me a ton of questions about him. I related my past experiences with Marc to my son, making sure to tell him what sex acts Marc liked having performed on him. When I told Colin that Marc loved getting juicy head more than anything his eyes flared with useful knowledge. By the end of the day, Colin had sucked off Marc until the poor guy looked weak-kneed and stupid from Colin's thorough draining of Marc's nuts. That evening when we were preparing dinner Marc took me aside. "Uh, Cal, I need to tell you something," he began, stammering and looking mightily uncomfortable. "What's up, Marc?" I asked casually. He hesitated a moment or two before he spilled what he wanted to say. "Something happened today while we were on the north trail and I thought I should tell you first." I knew exactly what he was going to tell me, but I pretended like I had no idea. "OK." "Well, Colin spent most of the day with me and we talked a lot about all sorts of stuff," he began. "He's a real nice kid and I like him a lot, he's great. But things kind of got exciting and then it just got out of hand and since he wanted to do it so badly, well, I, uh..." His voice trailed off as he stared at me, unsure whether to continue and risk his job or shut up now and forget the whole thing. "Go on, Marc," I said calmly, hoping my tone would make him more comfortable. "Well, you see... Shit, he's probably gonna tell you anyway." He dropped his voice to a whisper. "See, your son gave me a blow job." Marc's face was bright red and he looked panicked, waiting for me to explode and fire him on the spot. Instead, I just continued calmly getting the food prepared. "And?" I asked. He was silent for a few seconds. "And, well, it happened a few times. He blew me like 3 or 4 times while we were out there today, Cal. I swear I didn't start it. Colin started talking about sex and then we started talking about what we like and things just went on...well, like I said, it just kind of got out of hand, Cal. I'm really sorry." I looked at him seriously for a few seconds before I smiled and then laughed quietly. "Wasn't he any good at it? Marc's eyes got huge and then he grinned. "Dude, he was amazing! He gave me some of the best head I've ever had!" "Well, then, I guess just enjoy it, Marc. Can you hand me that spoon?" Colin spent the night with Marc in his tent. Afterwards he told me that Marc had told him about our conversation and said that I was the coolest guy he had ever known. The other guy was older, Steven, a 31 year-old scout and guide I had deflowered when he was 14 and I was 26. When he was a kid, Steve had been a withdrawn, lonely, depressed boy. He'd been shuttled between foster homes for much of his youth. He was short and agile, courageous and funny once he got to know you and felt he could trust you. I was drawn to him immediately and took him under my wing. In a few days time I also took him under my grunting, sweating hulk while I filled his nasty little ass with my hard cock, something Steve got used to and hungered for constantly. We'd continued our sexual friendship over the years. He was married now and had 2 kids, but he loved getting fucked and playing a bit rough. At least with me. Now it looked like Colin was going to help Steve relive some of his youth. Unlike Marc, Steven didn't report to me on anything that he and Colin got up to. But Colin told me all about what they did in the bushes far away from the rest of the campers and how good Steve's ass felt on his dick. I warned Colin that Steve could get a little rough but Colin just laughed and said, "Yeah!" The next night I heard them fucking when I paused outside Steve's tent on my way back from taking a piss. I was sorely tempted to let myself in and join them, but I didn't want to take any chances by openly having sex with my son in front of Steve. I heard Colin urging Steven as quietly as he could (given the circumstances) to fuck him harder. The idea of Steve fucking my boy really excited me, but I did hope that Colin was making Steve use a condom. I trusted that Steve was healthy and armed with condoms as a matter of course, but I wanted it to be Colin's responsibility to make sure his partners wore protection. When he rejoined me in my tent after an hour or so, he smelled like fresh, hot buttfucking, and I laughed and told him he smelled like hot ass. As he climbed into my sleeping bag with me I asked him about the condom situation. Colin laughed and then sighed. "Babe, of course I made him use a rubber, dude! I wouldn't ever risk putting you or the family in danger, Dad, you know that. I know you hate condoms as much as I do, but with strangers it's a necessary evil. You taught me that, honey." I sighed deeply and wrapped his damp, sex-scented body tight to mine as we cuddled with our foreheads pressed together, breathing softly into each other's face. His breath smelled like sperm and dicks. I got hard as soon as I recognized the scents and imagined how they got there. I fingered his cummy asshole until he fell asleep. Let me tell ya -- bliss, total bliss. Each of our kids had similar experiences every time they accompanied us on our wilderness treks. Lots of good stories there. But back to the babies: When Lily was born it took some getting used to the fact that we now had another young lady in our loving midst. It was looking like Sherry and Stella were only capable of having boys, so Lily was a nice surprise. Sherry and Stella seemed thrilled to finally have another female presence in the house. She was a tiny, little thing, all red and cranky for her first few days on Earth. After a week had passed she began to look more human and she got a lot calmer. Lily was very beautiful the more you looked at her and in a few months I wondered that I had ever thought of her as anything other than gorgeous. As a baby, her hair was the color of wheat in the afternoon sun, a whitish-gold that reflected light. Like the rest of us, her eyes were blue but closer to Stella's cornflower blue eyes than the darker, brighter blue that was common among the men in our clan. From her initial appearance, it was impossible to tell which of us guys had fathered her, which was exactly what we'd hoped for. By the time she was a few months old her hair had turned a little darker but still held all the warmth and luster of the sun. I loved looking at her naked with her tiny, pink pussy looking like a little mound of love ripening in the fields, getting ready for the glorious day when it was ready to receive the seed that would sprout into something miraculous. I'd get so turned on thinking about how well-loved Lily would be in a few years time that I'd have to jerk out a hot load on her, letting my sperm splash and drip all over her tender little body. Lily loved getting doused with cum, just like Toby had when he was an infant. I don't know why people think it's such a bad, taboo thing to cum on babies. From our experiences, they seemed to love it. Lily laughed like the dickens whenever we'd lightly slap our dicks against her or rub our balls all over her face. Mike tried to get her to suckle his dick just like Toby had done, but she was a girl with a mind of her own and she didn't like it. She did, however, love the feel of Matt's and Colin's hooded dick-tips in her pretty little mouth and she'd happily nurse on their foreskins 'til they were nearly out of their heads from the relentless sucking Lily gave their cock tips. Toby had more success in being able to get Lily to take most of his tiny cock in her mouth and he played with her and her pussy every chance he got. I could tell Toby and Lily would bond well. All the guys were thrilled to have Lily with us because we realized we now had another female to bear our future children. Once the fact hit us, the boys all treated Lily like she was a princess and lavished attention on her as much as they had on Toby when he was brand new. But before we had time to think about all the wonderful ramifications, Adam's time came and my legal wife Sherry delivered yet another boy into our fold. Our newest kids were already potent symbols of our clannish love before they were even born. Both Lily and Adam had been conceived communally by all us guys, and the family awaited their arrival with a sort of breathless hope and excitement. These 2 babies would be the first fruits of our group love and we couldn't wait to welcome them into our family's nurturing embrace. We named our new son Adam Joseph Raemnisut. The name Adam had obvious symbolic meaning for us and that's why we chose that particular name. Joseph is the traditional middle name we gave all our boys, and Raemnisut is ancient Egyptian for "Ra is King", a reference to our spiritual beliefs. Ra, of course, is the name of the major sun god in the ancient Egyptian pantheon. >From the first, Adam seemed blessed and special. Lily, too, although I have to admit our family had a definite bent toward favoring boys over girls. We just happened to be a male-oriented group more in tune with boys, probably because we were so used to them. But that doesn't mean we didn't love and honor and treasure our girls. We just liked boys a helluva lot, simple as that. Our boy-craziness had become something of a private family joke but we all realized the need and desire for more females to complement and accommodate our growing brood of boys. When we discussed the future of our family, we all realized the need for more child-bearing girls, especially with all us horny guys forever eager to sow our seed. But Adam's birth meant exciting things for the future, too. For instance, we knew that by the time Adam was able to fully participate in our loving customs Sherry and I would be well into our 50s and Tim would be in his late 40s. But our kids would be much younger and potent, so we had high hopes for the bonding that would naturally occur between them and our new babies as the years passed. At least we seniors would be able to witness our babies' blossoming into full family love when they got older, if not actually participate. But we sure as hell weren't ready to think about being put out to pasture. We were just being pragmatic and realistic about the future. Once Sherry was home from the hospital after her difficult delivery, our house was the happiest place on earth. Our new babies kept us hopping and for a short while we were all sleep-deprived. But it didn't last long and soon the babies were naked and cuddling with us when we slept in our increasingly crowded communal bed. By now, our group bed was actually 4 king-sized mattresses pushed together to form a huge square surface. We all took turns with child-care, but it wasn't a chore to us, it was a privilege. Matt seemed to get excited by his new brother/son and sister/daughter in ways that convinced us he'd make an especially loving father (if you know what I mean) in the future. Colin and Matt together were beautiful to watch when they cared for the babies. I could easily see them making their own family together when they got older. Their love and devotion to each other was still deepening and strengthening, much like Tim and I had experienced, and they both loved being with kids much younger than they were. It wasn't the power dynamics of the situation or anything like that, nothing manipulative or inappropriate, just plain old-fashioned child love. Like we had with Toby, we jerked off a load of cum into their baby bottles every time they were due for a feeding. Whoever the task of warming up their bottles fell to also got the pleasure of beating off and adding their essence to the milk our babies guzzled down. But most of their milk they got fresh from the breasts of either Stella or Sherry. Their tits swelled so amazingly that even after the babies fed, the girls said their breasts still felt sore and heavy. So all us guys took turns nursing our women's tits, savoring the sweet taste of mother's milk like a baby but also able to enjoy the physical excitement like grown up men. Sherry got off on having the boys suck on her tits and filling themselves up on her milk. Stella found that she got a super thrill from the experience, too. She offered us her breast to suckle on all the time but we let Tim have the pleasure as often as he liked because we knew Stella loved filling his tummy with her milk more than anything. Nursing on our women's tits always led to frenzied rounds of fucking and other wild sex-play, almost more than we could handle. We were an imaginative and fearless group when it came to love and sex. But back to cum, for a moment. Sperm has always played a huge part in our loving rituals and activities and with the arrivals of Adam and Lily we took it to new heights. Mostly this was the result of our sons now being able to produce copious sperm loads too, besides just Tim's and mine. A few nights after Adam was born we were getting him ready for his sponge bath. Everyone was in the bedroom but it was Colin and I getting Adam undressed and ready to bathe. The sight of his new little body squirming around on the bed was just so fucking cute that Colin and I both sprang major boners just from looking at him. Colin gently pulled the baby towards him until he was near the edge of the bed, then rolled Adam onto his tummy and looked at me with a horned-up, loving gleam in his eyes. I recall involuntarily groaning as Colin started pumping Adam's infant butt with his precum-dripping prick. The image took my breath away and I quickly snatched my camera so I could capture the spectacular picture. The others heard my gasp and wondered what I was so hungrily snapping photos of until they saw what Colin was doing. The boys grinned and whooped when they saw Colin hot-dogging our new son's 3 day-old butt crack and they all shoved and pushed to get a better view. Tim and Stella stood watching, eyes huge and shiny, each with an arm around the other's shoulder. Tim's free hand was lazily stroking his cock and Stella's fingers were busy inside her pussy. It didn't take long before Colin spewed his nut all over the baby's naked backside and by then I was ready to pop, too. Colin knew my sexual warning signals well and stepped aside quickly as I moaned and bucked into my fist, sending a torrent of jizz raining over baby Adam and the sheets and blankets surrounding him. As I pumped out my load, Matt was already in place hot-dogging the baby's hot crack with his massive, uncut cock, slipping in Colin's sperm until he added his own load. A baby's butt crack is mighty small, let me tell you, and the boys combined loads overflowed the banks of Adam's tiny ass and rolled off his sides until he was laying in a puddle of thick, white spooge. It looked fantastic. Once Matt unloaded it was clear from their excited voices that the other guys wanted to take a turn. Tim went next and Mike was right there next to him, ready and eager to go last. By the time we had all drained our nuts, Adam looked like a glazed donut, covered with gooey jizz that dribbled off him like icing on a still-warm cake. We clustered around him and smeared the sperm all over his body, front and back, even over his sweet little head and face. Our baby boy was shiny and sticky with our love-mess and he smiled and chortled like an angel. He smelled so good we didn't want to bathe him. But once our raging libidos had time to cool off, we continued with bath time and got him sparkling clean before we put him to bed. The cool thing about our boys is we didn't even have to warn them not to fuck the babies. With most teenage boys, if you don't tell them not to, they'll try anything that feels good on their dicks. But Mike and Matt and Colin knew instinctively not to try shoving their dicks up Lily's or Adam's butts no matter how juiced-up they were feeling. In a way, they acted as safeguards for each other. Singly, they might not have been able to resist the prompting of their sacred libidos, but together, they acted as a control for each other. It was very sweet to see how they interacted. Now, I have always loved buttfucking, maybe even more than fucking pussy. Just can't get enough of it. Give me a choice of fucking a woman's cunt or her ass and on most days I'll go straight for her asshole. It's like my dick has butt radar - if there's a hot ass for me to stuff, my dick will find it. The boys are just the same. Even Sherry and Stella love getting their asses filled by us. They even use their dildos on each other's butts when us guys aren't around to do the job. One of my favorite things is to fuck Sherry up the ass while we're both standing, me behind her, as I squeeze and grope her tits while I pump in and out, hard. The combination of sensations is just amazing, the best of both worlds. Colin always loved to see me fuck his mom this way, and he'd either eat his mom's pussy out while I fucked her ass or he'd fuck her pussy himself while I went to town on her sweet butt. But now that he was 15, Colin was getting into buttfucking his mom and fondling her big tits the same way I did it to her. While he bucked into her ass, I'd play with her cunt before I fucked it, all three of us glued together in a rutting sex-sandwich that felt so wonderfully exciting as we thrashed and writhed all over the room. Those were some of the most beautiful and bonding moments I ever experienced with my family and what made it even sweeter was that it happened with my wife and son. Just like the concept of the Holy Family. I'm going to end this here kind of abruptly because I just realized how fucking long it is! At least I got the facts about the births of our 2 new babies explained. The next part I'll write about I think I'm gonna jump ahead about 3 years, cuz there's lots of good stuff that happened during the course of that year. That'll take us up to the time when the boys were in their late teens. There's still so much to tell about our family, but I think I'm gonna wrap it up in 2 more parts. So many fun, sexy but random things have happened over the years, it's a shame they don't quite fit in with the way I'm telling our story. I might just write about some of those occurrences as a collection of random vignettes. They're worth hearing about, believe me. Lots of them are pretty nasty but Christ!, they're totally hot. At least to me. But then I'm a nasty perv, remember? Those of you reading this, let me know what you think about that idea, if you would. I'd appreciate it.