Date: Mon, 13 Jun 2005 18:26:09 EDT
From: Badgod69@aol.com
Subject: MY BROTHER & OUR BOYS, Part 7

My brother Tim and I had nicknames for everyone in our family, and
eventually everybody picked up on it and used the names when referring to
each other.

We called our 3 oldest boys - my son Colin and Tim's boys Mike and Matt,
now 16 1/2, 17, and 15 respectively - "The Three Spooges" when we were
talking about them as a group.  Singly, we still called each boy "Spooge"
or "Spoogey" as an affectionate term of endearment. The boys called us the
same name, and even the ladies referred to us guys individually by that
nickname.

It was funny as hell to me.  Just being able to say something like, "Hey,
Spooge, pass me the lube, will ya?" or "Hike your legs up, Spooge, I'm
gonna eat your ass out, baby," or yet again, "Spoogey, help me with the
groceries, OK?"  Nobody batted an eye.

Once he hit his teen years, Colin called me either "Dad" or "Babe",
depending on the situation and locale.  But once he hit about 15, he called
me "Babe" or "Cal" pretty much exclusively.  "Dad" would still crop up
occasionally but usually only when I was talking to him in what he called
my 'Dad voice', like when I was explaining something or lecturing him about
something he'd done that I didn't approve of.  He sometimes even called me
"Daddy" when we were engaged in love play.  When he called me "Daddy" he
always said it with a lasciviousness that got me hot as hell.

We acted out on our passion for one another wherever and whenever we felt
like it, even more frequently now that Colin had hit his mid-teens.
Sometimes we had to be a bit careful when we were in public, but actually
it's pretty amazing what you can get away with without anybody saying
anything.  The trick is to do whatever you're doing with confidence and a
sense of surety.  Don't hesitate.

For instance, we'd kiss passionately whenever the mood hit us, leaning into
each other for maximum body contact.  We used common sense, of course, so
it's not like we were making out in crowded elevators or anything like
that.  But we'd walk hand-in-hand or with our arms thrown casually but
lovingly around each other's shoulders or waists and it felt so good and
liberating to let people see us that way.  I felt like I wanted to announce
to the world how much in love I was with my son.  For his part, Colin told
me he wished he could tell all his friends at school about the amazing
relationship we had forged together over the years.

People would sometimes stare at us after doing a double-take, checking to
make sure they were seeing what they thought they were seeing.  Usually
this would happen when people spotted us french kissing or fondling each
other openly.  We'd laugh afterwards about what they must have thought,
seeing a 40-odd year-old man romantically kissing and groping a young
teenage boy.  At that time Colin stood about 5'4" while I was a strapping
6'2".  The oddity of seeing a grown, hairy man swapping spit with an
amped-up kid who didn't even shave yet must have been marvelous to those
people who'd never seen such a thing before.  That made it even more
exciting for us, I have to admit.  Like myself, Colin liked having people
watch him when he was feeling horny with me.  Which was most of the time.

>From about 14 years-old on, Colin got into dirty talk when we'd mess
around.

We raised our kids not to swear and enforced our language policy until we
felt the kids were old enough to freely express themselves, including
cussing.  All the older kids now used dirty language quite often and called
each other some of the most spectacular combinations of swear words I had
ever heard.  But even then, it was just gentle teasing - which actually
made the profanity seem even dirtier and more taboo because the nastiest
things were said to stoke their deep affection and desire.

A good example of this: One April weekday, mid-morning, my cell phone rang
and it was Colin calling me from school on his cell.  When I first heard
his voice on the other end I thought something must have happened.  But
when I asked him what was up, all he said was, "I just called to tell you
something, Babe: Fuck you."  Then he let out one of those half-grunt
teenage boy laughs.

I was speechless for a few seconds.

"What?"  I asked lamely.

"You heard me.  I said, fuck you."  Then he chuckled low and dirty,
obviously needing to keep his voice down.  I wondered where he was.  In
class?  The school library?  The boys locker room?

"What are you talking about, Spooge?  You pissed off about something?"

Colin sighed theatrically, a laugh lurking behind his tone.

"No, nothing, Babe, I'm not pissed off at all.  I just wanted to say "fuck
you" to you.  You know."  I heard my son take a deep, sensuous breath and
then yell at someone to knock it off before he laughed brashly at them.  I
could now hear kids horsing around in the background in what sounded like a
filling classroom.

Now I understood what he meant.  I laughed before I spoke.

"OK.  Well, I just want to say one thing in response.  Fuck you, too.
Hard."  My voice had dropped to a hoarse growl.

"Ohhhhhh-ho-ho!, that's good, baby; I needed to hear you say that, you
handsome fucker.  See you later this afternoon, baby; and, hey, pick me up
in the old van and let's fuck as soon as I get in, OK?  I need it bad,
Daddy."  He whispered this and when he said "Daddy" he sounded like a bad
little boy.  Pouty.  Hot as fuck.

"I've already got an appetite worked up, lover boy, so you know I'll be
rarin' to go!"

We laughed and kissed together and then we hung up.  I had a raging hard-on
for the next hour.

And when we did fuck later that afternoon, Colin kept the talk going which
pleased me hugely.  I've always had a nasty mouth on me and dirty talk gets
me off good.  It always startled me at first to hear Colin say something
like, "C'mon, Daddy, you sexy bastard, fuck me hard with that big hairy
prick!"

But I got used to it fast and I'd get Colin even more excited when I
responded in kind, like, "Hey, you little cocksucker, spread your fuckin'
legs so I can eat out that hot shit-hole!"  He'd laugh and sigh, hugging me
tighter to his heaving body as we kept the stream of filthy words pumping
into each other's ears.

This all happened in the old van Colin told me to pick him up in, by the
way.  It was an old white-paneled van that we used for hauling stuff to
storage and back again, just an empty general utility van.  But I think it
got as much use as a sex van.  We'd thrown down an old mattress in the back
and whenever we felt like it we'd drive somewhere, park, and make love for
an hour or so.  It was cool hearing people walk by talking and shit, right
beside us while we fucked and sucked and licked and sniffed like ravenous
animals.  It always brought out the wild pig in us.

As the years passed I came to discover particular fetishes and activities
that turned Colin and the other boys into little sex-demons.  Colin never
really explicitly stated what he liked; instead, it was a tremendously
exciting journey of discovery.

Tim's boys, on the other hand, were clear and demanding about what they
wanted and needed to have a great (as opposed to good) time.

Between them, the boys all knew what turned each other on.  They knew each
other's proclivities and tastes better than their parents did, probably.

For example, like most guys I know, we all enjoyed the extreme pleasure of
taking a satisfying piss.  Each morning, we'd cluster in small groups of 2
or 3 around the toilet bowl and send our piss streams, hot and foamy,
crashing into the bowl.  We'd still be half-asleep and half hard with
morning wood and sometimes our streams would miss their mark and we'd get
splashed with each other's hot piss.  The first time Colin accidentally
doused me it woke me up right away and I laughed, jolting Colin into full
consciousness.

When I jokingly told him I was gonna piss in his face if he didn't aim his
dick better, he laughed so hard his piss went wild and soaked us both.  I
could sense that Colin loved the way it felt to empty his bladder on me,
and from the expression on his face while he watched me piss, I figured he
wouldn't mind much if I really did want to take a leak on him.

That experience gave me lots of good ideas and I put them into play.

Now, way back when the kids were small, we had renovated the bathroom in
our master bedroom, the bedroom we all slept in.  Tim had helped me expand
the shower and floor space until we had a decadently luxurious shower
facility that could easily hold at least six people.

He and I and the boys would shower each morning and that's the way things
usually got started for the day.  We'd all piss while we showered and
played around, and eventually the pissing became yet another way for us to
have fun with each other.

While the hot water cascaded over us, we'd have the usual male pissing
contests to see who could send his stream the farthest, whose urine was the
most yellow, whose pee felt the hottest, stuff like that.

Matt seemed to really enjoy having all of us piss on him while he sat down
in the shower and leaned back against the shower wall.  We'd take aim and
let it rip and Matt would sigh and thrum under the heavy coursing of our
streams.

The first time I saw Colin pee in Matt's face I felt my cock jerk upward
like someone had yanked it with a string.  But when Matt moved his face so
Colin could aim his piss directly into his mouth, he gulped my son's urine
down like it was lemonade.  Colin was snickering and giggling the whole
time, and it got me so horny I made love to him and that got Tim and his
boys going and we used up all the hot water.  Sherry and Stella didn't
think it was terribly funny but we sure as hell did.

A week or so later, the whole clan, including our new babies, was sprawled
naked on our communal bed watching a DVD of the 1995 film "Kids" directed
by Larry Clark.

Our newest babies were both now 6 months old and we had all taken a hit of
Ecstasy about an hour earlier to celebrate this milestone.  Of course, we
didn't give any X to Toby or the babies, but we did let Toby drink 1 or 2
beers and smoke a little weed with us.  He was giggly and playful and he
crawled and squirmed over us while we all got stoned.  It felt great to
feel his little body sliding over us, damp, sweaty flesh pressed close in
the humid air of our room.  And it looked super hot to me to see a 4
year-old getting stoned, inhaling and holding in, then exhaling as his
little chest let loose with a potent stream of weed smoke.

Our kids had never seen "Kids" before but it's one of my favorite movies.
I figured they'd get a charge out of it, just like I do every time I see
it.

I don't know this for sure, but I'd bet money that ol' Larry Clark is a
perv just like me.  The way he lets the camera linger on young, half-naked
boys as they get wasted and have sex with their girlfriends or check each
other out is just too suspect not to have been the product of a man with
similar ideas about teenage guys.

Our boys all murmured knowingly during the scene where the 2 lead boys go
to one of their apartments on a hot New York summer afternoon and hang out
shirtless in his bedroom.  One boy mists himself and then his buddy's chest
and sweaty armpits, and then proceeds to tease his buddy about how strong
his sweat stinks.  The kid responds by saying that he likes the smell of
his own sweat, that he thinks he smells masculine.  We all snickered at
this and I noticed we guys all had boners by now.

For some reason, maybe because it was a warm evening and the house was
still hot from the heat of the day's sun, I thought it would be fun to piss
on each other to cool down and heat up, if you know what I'm saying.  The
movie and the X had made me feel frisky.  I paused the film and announced
that I had to take a major leak and invited everyone else to join me in the
shower.  When I said "in the shower" they immediately knew what I had in
mind.

We couldn't all leave the room at once since that would have left our
little half-wasted 4 year-old Toby in charge of the babies and we knew that
wasn't wise.  So Matt quickly volunteered to stay with them while we had
our fun showering.  Toby's face lit up when Matt, his eyes at half-mast
from the combination of drugs in his system, announced that he'd stay with
Toby and the babies.

I was sort of surprised.  After watching Matt gulp down Colin's pee, I
figured he'd want to play again.  I found out later that he and Colin had
been engaging in piss play for some time.  Colin told me one of the ways
he'd discovered to get Matt off super good: He'd straddle Matt's torso as
Matt leaned back against the wall behind the bed.  Matt would blow Colin
while he jacked himself off as Colin would finger Matt's shitter good and
deep, trying to force as many fingers as he could up his hole.  (He'd been
able to get 4 in so far, he'd told me.)  When he pulled his fingers out he
rubbed them over his nipples and then reached behind Matt to jack him off
while Matt thrashed around from the smell of hot ass coupled with the
incredible sensation of Colin's ass-slimed fingers stroking his fat horse
prick.

Colin would scoot closer to Matt and lean forward to let Matt sniff and
lick and suck on his asshole-scented nipples while Matt jacked himself off
faster and faster.  When he was through with Colin's tits, Colin would
shove his dick in Matt's mouth and piss.  Matt would gulp down my boy's
hot, steaming piss as fast as he could.  Usually he was able to swallow it
all.  By that point he'd be close to shooting his load, if not already
finishing up.

Another example of one of our kid's fetishes.  Matt was a natural little
pig, but he was quiet about it.  I enjoyed knowing he had that side to him.
It made me love him all the more.

Anyway, back to the story.

The rest of us went into the bathroom and got into the shower after I
adjusted the water temperature with the master control and made sure it'd
be comfortable for us all.  We let the 8 nozzles spray us down and
immediately I felt the urge to piss.

I let loose and pissed wild, wagging my half-hard cock back and forth and
letting my urine slop across the naked bodies of my family.  As soon as my
hot piss splashed them, they moaned and snickered from the good feelings
that went along with the amazingly refreshing sensation.

Colin turned to me and kissed me good and deep with his supple, athletic
tongue, as he pissed up and down my body, soaking me with his horse stream.
Tim had placed himself on the shower floor and Stella and Sherry took turns
squatting over him and letting their pee blast out all over his face and
hairy chest.  As they sprayed him with their urine, Tim let his bladder go
and sent an arc of hot piss up and all over himself and the ladies, too.
Mike stood back and watched us go to town, as he unleashed what felt like
an unending stream of good, strong piss that he waved over us like a
fire-hose.

After we had all drained our bladders we let the water clean us off, but
not before some down-and-dirty pussy eating happened.  We guys each took
turns with both girls, my wife and daughter.  We got them off real good,
multiple orgasms for each of the ladies.  Mike was a master at eating out
pussy and the girls loved having him down between their legs, nose and
tongue buried and busy, stimulating their clits until they were shaking and
limp.

When we were through showering we came back to the bedroom.

The sight that greeted us was just what we needed to get some fun and games
going after our refreshing golden showers.

Matt was sprawled on the bed, up on his hands and knees.  Beneath him were
the babies, lying on their backs, cooing and burbling and sounding very
happy indeed.  Matt was rubbing his hard horse dick over both their tiny
groins in turn, first a dozen or so good rubs against Adam, then over to
Lily, then back again to Adam.

Toby was squirming around behind Matt, trying to hot-dog his "daddy's" butt
crack like we all did to him.  Every once in a while he got in a series of
several good thrusts, but mostly his little pecker just wasn't much use yet
for hot-dogging and he slipped right off his brother/cousin's narrow hips.
But he was giggling like a puppy and clearly having the time of his life.
An adorable expression swept over his shiny, excited face whenever he was
able to pump a while against Matt's warm crack before falling off his
"daddy's" clammy, gangly body.

Matt looked over at us as we came in, damp and steamy from the hot water,
and his face was flushed with sweaty exhilaration.  He smiled at us a
little sheepishly and blushed as he grunted out a teenage boy laugh.

"Hunh!  Baby-love..." was all he said as his grin broadened.

We knew that Matt loved playing sexually with the babies.  He seemed to be
really fascinated by them and the unique possibilities they sparked in his
creative, loving imagination...and his dick.  Yet he was also extremely
careful and tender, gentleness personified and protective as hell of the
tiny, beautiful creatures.  So we were all fine with the delight he took in
pleasuring himself with our new infants, because we knew it gave the babies
lots of pleasurable sensations, too.

Stella seductively told Matt he looked like he was having a lot of fun as
she tossed herself lightly onto the bed next to him and then leaned down to
kiss and rub her pretty face against Lily and Adam.  The babies chuckled
when she did it.  I noticed her eyes never left Matt's monster cock, even
as she kissed the babes.

Matt didn't really say anything to her, just grinned and kept sliding
against Adam and Lily, looking down at his huge cock as its thin, fleshy
hood hid and then exposed the shiny purple knob of his dick head.  The
faint, dark blue threads of veins in his foreskin fascinated me at that
moment, I recall.  I could see how thrilling this was to Matt from all the
precum he had produced.

The babies were streaked with it, thin, wet threads of cock sap smeared
across their tiny, tender bodies.  I noticed right away that most of the
tracks were on their faces and their lips were shiny with it.

The rest of us eased ourselves back onto the bed, giving Matt plenty of
room to continue his maneuvers.  It was hard not to get aroused with all
this fantastic loving going on, so Tim and I started stroking Matt's lanky,
sweat-stinking, X-fueled body as he pumped with more abandon.

Mike and Colin were fascinated watching Matt take his pleasure with the
babies.  The expressions on their faces were priceless, sort of shocked but
clearly amped from watching this most-taboo-of-all-taboos play out before
them.

Mike hissed out, "Dude, that's fucking sick!" but he was also jacking off,
which gave the lie to his snide comment.

Colin was fingering Matt's asshole, forcing Toby to the sidelines as he
wiggled his fingers as deep into Matt's shitter as he could get them.  Matt
sucked in his breath and arched his back up off the babies as Colin slid
his fingers in deeper.

"Feels so awesome, man, yeah, go deep..."  Matt was panting but we could
make out everything he said.

"Using babies, that's so fucking sick, dude..." Mike snickered with an
unhinged trill when he said it this time, his fist blurring as he increased
the pace of his stroking.

Finally, his eyes blazing like a demon's, he shoved Matt sideways and sent
him rolling away from the babies.  As Matt fell over, Mike scurried to take
Matt's former position on the bed and he lowered himself down over the
cooing infants until his cock just brushed against Lily's tiny pussy.  The
second his cockskin made contact it was like an electric shock coursed
through his over-heated body.

He gasped and shivered and let out a long, low moan before he started
humping the tiny boy and girl beneath him, taking turns on them both.

Matt had sat up by now and there was an angry, disoriented look playing
over his sweaty face.  His bangs were glued to his forehead, and I remember
thinking how sexy he looked, almost out of his mind with frustrated lust.

"Hell yeah, Spooge, show your brother how to do it, boy!"  Tim was as
aroused as Mike and taunted Matt with instinctive male dominance dripping
from his voice.

I watched in fascination as my brother talked to Mike, making filthy, lewd
comments about seeing his son grind his hard dick against our babies.  When
it looked like Mike was going to blow soon, Tim gave Mike a taste of his
own medicine and pushed him off the babies so he could take a turn.

Mike snarled like a tiger and for a brief moment I thought there might be
civil war over who got to nut on the babies first.  It was a gloriously
thrilling thing to see and hear male power struggles and dynamics in action
as the guys jockeyed for dominance over the prize of using the babies to
satisfy their relentless libidinal urges.

There was a primal, instinctive quality about it, a chance to see primitive
lusts acted upon by a group of males who all wanted the same thing.  The
fact that it was a father and his sons engaged in the struggle only made it
more exciting.

Matt needed to get off now, right now, and he quickly turned his focus to
whoever else was close at hand.  Toby was right there, waiting eagerly for
his "daddy" to use him like he always did.  It was so amazingly sensual and
loving to watch Matt grab little Toby up in his big, trembling hands,
lifting him bodily from the bed and lowering him down on top of himself.
Toby was laughing and mumbling all sorts of nonsense, mostly just sounds,
as Matt enfolded our toddler and bucked up into his little body.

Sweating profusely now, Matt lifted his legs and wrapped them around Toby's
body, scissoring his hairy ankles as he hugged our little boy to him even
tighter.  His big, sweaty hands were groping and clasping Toby's little
body, blindly feeling for his sweet little asshole.

I had a good view of Matt's butthole, slick and greasy-looking with the
hairs surrounding it matted and black from all the sweaty moisture dripping
between his legs.  Breath hissing in and out of his lungs, Matt kept going
harder and faster, sounding like a pressure cooker building up steam and
force before the lid blows off and shoot its contents up to the ceiling.
It was awesome watching Matt use Toby like he was fucking a pillow, sliding
against Toby's little-boy tummy until Matt was ready to spill his boy-milk.

Meanwhile, Mike sullenly but silently admitted defeat and relinquished the
prize of the babies to his father, instead getting his nut by forcing me
over onto my stomach and slamming himself down on top of me, grinding down
hard between my hairy butt cheeks.

As he hot-dogged me good and rough I barked at him not to waste his load,
to stick his dick up me and shoot his jizz in my guts.  Mike was an animal
by now, not even capable of forming words, just inarticulate sounds that
signaled his overwhelming need to cum.

My brother was making out with Stella as he banged away at the babies,
Stella making sure he didn't go wild and forget how fragile they were.

When Tim (or any of us guys) got this sex-crazed we knew he couldn't be
held accountable for anything that happened.  Getting his nut was naturally
the only thing on his mind and it demanded all of our attention.  It was
his right as a male in our clan, to be taken care of and protected by the
group while he completely lost his inhibitions and possibly placed himself
and others in harm's way, all from his relentless biological need to
ejaculate.

I wanted to fuck Tim so bad right then, to be inside him emptying my balls
up his ass just at the moment when he couldn't bear the incredible
sensations sweeping through his heaving body any longer.  I wanted to hear
him howl out his orgasm as he thrashed over the babies, covering them with
warm man-milk, fresh and frothy.

Stella raised herself up onto her knees and spread her tits wide so Tim
could bury his face between them, licking and gasping into Stella's
swamp-moist chest as he pumped his hips into the home stretch.  Stella
pushed her breasts back together, squeezing Tim's head between her
perfectly formed milk-jugs.  The mattress was bouncing beneath him and the
babies were chuckling from being bounced around.  To them, this was all
immensely fun and their happy sounds of delight only amped us up even
further.  The sounds didn't go with the visuals at all and that made it
even more awesome.

Mike roared above me and I felt a tidal wave of hot sperm shoot deep in my
guts as he collapsed on top of me, covering my body with his sweat-soaked,
thoroughly spent weight.  As soon as his bucking slowed I told him to pull
out.

I think Mike thought I was about to shoot, but what I really wanted was to
see what Matt was doing with Toby.  I wanted to see this because at that
moment Matt started to hum and mumble loud, nasty teen-boy smack to whoever
was listening.  I always loved hearing the boys trash-talk in their
sex-delirium.

"Fuck, oh fuck, oh my fucking god, I'm gonna, oh Toby, fuck, shoot so
fucking hard all over us, eat it up, love this cock and eat my load, baby,
fuck, fuck oh my god..."  His voice was high and reedy, almost a keening
sound like an old Irish crone mourning some inexpressible loss.

As fast as I could, I scooted over to where they lay thrashing, and rooted
around until I could wedge my face between Matt's hairy shins and get to
Toby's tiny asshole between his little legs spread wide.  My tongue found
the sacred spot instinctively, and I worked it all around and inside his
tight little shitter until I heard him give that unmistakable squeal that
meant he was going to let loose and piss.

Matt heard all this and knew what was coming but he was too far gone to
stop or take cover.  Toby suddenly relaxed completely and his little body
went limp as Matt flung him up and down like a ragdoll.  Matt was gritting
his teeth and squinching up his eyes like his head was going to explode,
hugging the completely yielding Toby tighter and tighter.  Toby let out a
deep sigh as piss blasted out of his tiny prick and drenched Matt and the
sheets beneath him.

Matt bellowed and spasmed upwards like he'd been electrocuted as his cock
head flared and shot out what looked like a piss-blast of sperm.  Another
one followed, then another and another.  Four massive blasts of spooge
mingled with the stream of steaming beer piss coming out of Toby and the
two of them writhed and slipped around as their bodies emptied with sweet
release.

It was phenomenally exciting to see Matt lift dripping Toby up off his
sex-slimed body, holding the little boy's weight aloft in his strong arms
directly above him.  Toby was smiling open-mouthed but was otherwise silent
as he stared down at Matt, fascinated at watching his little prick soak his
"daddy" in a downpour of hot little-boy pee.

Colin let out a yelp that rose in pitch until it became a shriek of glee
and nasty delight as he watched this happen.  All of us were riveted by the
sight.

All but Tim, who had wildly accelerated his thrusting while he watched
Toby's piss soak his 15 year-old son.  Sherry was half-reclining at the end
of the bed, videotaping the whole scene while she masturbated.  I loved
seeing her fingers grind inside her pretty cunt.  Mike was guffawing and
there was a mean, mocking look in his eyes.

"Fucking pig, bro, you are one nasty motherfucker!"  He spat this comment
at Matt who had just opened his mouth and was letting Toby's piss stream
wash over his face and hair, thirstily gulping at whatever piss ended up
squirting directly into his mouth.  He must have swallowed a good portion
of a cupful of boy pee before Toby finished emptying his bursting bladder.

"Whooeee!  Sucking down piss like it was soda...  Dude, I'm gonna fuck you
and piss in your ass!"  Mike was more turned on by this scene than anyone
else.  We could tell, no matter what he was saying, that he found this
image so electric that it'd be burned into his memory forever.

Tim started panting and moaning as he slapped the babies faces and tummies
with his hard, hairy fuckpole.  Stella was squeezing his furry balls in one
hand and rubbing his hairy asshole with the other, whispering to him,
telling him to be careful of the babies while coaxing him to unleash his
nut.

"C'mon, baby, beat that big dick for me...don't be rough, Timmy...be
careful...not so hard, baby, c'mon...shoot that jizz all over our babies,
Uncle Timmy, that's it..."

Tim was grunting like a boar now as Stella pushed him to the very edge with
her voice.

He hunched down right over the babies and rubbed his leaking cock rapidly
over the crowns of their fuzzy little heads until he let out a mighty roar
and sent his load flashing and splashing out.  His sperm looked like molten
silver as it arced up and slammed down in direct hits, plastering the
babies' heads and faces as he kept unloading.

I couldn't stand it any longer and barged forward to the spot on the bed
where Tim was finishing up his amazingly depraved performance.  Thank god,
I remember thinking, that Sherry was capturing this all on video.  The
babies would get a huge thrill out of seeing this when they got older if we
didn't wear the tape out first.

Tim saw me charging towards him on the bed and turned his face to me just
in time to shove his fat, squirming tongue down my throat in a grotesquely
horny kiss as I screamed into my brother's panting mouth.

My jizz boiled out of my balls, erupting in a volcanic blast of hot, thick
semen, dousing the babies and my brother and the bed.  When I was through,
I flicked my cock hard several times to shake the last pearls of sperm off
my dick before wiping it on Adam's soft, silky tummy.  He looked up at me,
splattered with sperm like he'd been rained on, big blue eyes wide and
shining.  A smile was nearly splitting his sweet face in two, and a
spit-and-sperm bubble formed when he grinned.  I was gasping for breath and
half-laughing as I took in the wildly beautiful scene.

I love X.  The things it does to you and allows you to experience without
regret is just the right thing for love-play.  We all felt that way.  But
we also knew better than to over-do it.  We only used X for very special
occasions.  This had been one of the best.

As soon as we were all finished for the time being, we stripped the bed and
the girls put new linens on it.  Us guys kicked back and I lit up a
cigarette, which prompted Tim to light one, too.  Neither of us were
full-time smokers, we just liked to have a smoke after great sex sometimes.

I always liked to stick the filter end up Colin's ass (especially after I'd
just fucked him) for a minute or so before I pulled it out and tasted his
sweet ass on my lips before I lit up and sucked in that first mouthful of
smoke.

Now, he was right there offering me his spread cheeks and that was a very
satisfying and delicious smoke, indeed.  Afterwards, we guys went to the
bathroom to clean up some.

By the time Colin celebrated his 16th birthday my love for him had grown
almost to an obsession.  I carried several photos of him in my wallet; I
had blown up a beautiful photographic portrait I had taken of him, naked
and thrusting his asshole out towards the camera lens, leering over his
shoulder at the viewer, just daring them to rape his ass.  It hung over one
of my work tables in the photo lab downstairs.

We left little notes and phone messages (like the one I related earlier)
for each other all the time.  I couldn't sleep unless I had him beside me,
curled into my side.  I hungered for his touch, his smells, his voice, the
feel of his bowels pressed tight against my pumping cock, the nearly
sadistic banging of his uncut dick against the back of my throat or deep
inside me.

Colin had it just as bad.  When he was home he followed me around the
house, uncomfortable when I was out of sight.  He told me he couldn't go to
sleep, either, unless I was pressed close to him in bed.

He kept a secret horde of photos of me in his bedroom upstairs, the bedroom
we had made for him whenever he wanted to bring someone home to mess around
with.

He'd asked me if he could have some of the countless photos I had taken of
myself over the years, and I of course told him "yes."  I even went through
the photos with him, helping him to figure out which ones got him hardest,
fastest.

Once, when he was at school, I decided to explore his bedroom, just to see
what secrets he was hiding even from me.  Colin went through my drawers and
stuff all the time and it never, ever bothered me.  I figured it was just
his fascination with me that made him want to know every detail about me he
could discover, especially any secret things that I had hidden.  Of course,
he never really found much of anything, because I don't keep any secrets
from the clan.

But I've always gotten off on knowing what turns kids on, the things they'd
never tell anyone and would hate to have discovered about their preferences
and desires.  I wondered what I didn't know about my boy.

I found my photos in a box under his twin bed.  My dick thickened in record
time when I opened the box and dug around, realizing that he had emptied
his silky balls on many of the photos multiple times, even gluing some of
them together.  That made me so fucking randy I had to jack off.  When I
came, I shot in thick, ropey torrents and doused his pillow with my nut.
It looked awesome and I couldn't wait for him to discover the jizz stains.
I hoped he'd find them when he had some hot girl or guy up there, getting
ready to fuck like puppies.  I wondered how he'd explain it to them.  It
was a great little love joke, the sort we played on each other all the
time.

It got to the point where everything about him and his body turned me one.
Same for him.

Now, oddly enough, whenever anyone of us in the family had to take a dump
no one ever barged in on them, like we did when we pissed.  If the bathroom
door was closed, that meant somebody was taking a shit and their privacy
was never questioned or broached.

That all changed between Colin and me sometime shortly before his 16th
birthday.

I remember the first time it happened.  I was taking a late morning shower
on a Sunday and I heard the bathroom door open and shut.  Colin called out
that it was just him and he needed to take a shit.  I laughed and went
about showering.

After a few moments I could smell his fresh dump in the thick, steamy air
and for some reason it got me harder than I could believe.

I have never been into scat, none of us has.  It just doesn't interest us
at all.  But the stink of my husband-son's shit got me thinking wildly
nasty thoughts accompanied by perversely exciting images rampaging through
my head.  I needed to see it happen for myself.  The only thing I wanted in
the world at that moment was to see my loverboy's asshole expand and
squeeze out a turd, sending it splashing into the toilet bowl.

I hurriedly finished rinsing off and opened the door to the shower.  Colin
was still sitting on the toilet and he smiled adoringly at me as I stepped
out, dick stiff and pointing to heaven.  I didn't even bother toweling off,
I just stood there dripping water onto the tile floor, stroking my cock
with a slow but deeply sensuous and steady rhythm.

"Mmmmm...  Looks good to me!" he cackled, then suddenly quieted as a
strained expression swept over his face, turning it red and making him
furrow his brows with the effort.

I just stood there, jacking my dick, just a few feet away from his face.

"Stand up part way, baby," I growled out, my voice breathy and shaking with
anticipation, "I wanna see you finish taking a shit."

Colin's face relaxed and the flush drained from his cheeks.  He giggled and
let out a quiet guffaw, a nasty smile of dirty excitement on his angelic
face, as a long, noisy fart reverberated in the room.  As he laughed, he
stuck his tongue part way out and wagged it back and forth like a healthy,
red-blooded, all-American pervert.  Then he half-rose from the toilet seat
and I started jacking faster.

"OK, Daddy, here comes a good one, I think..."  He bore down, turning his
pretty face red again, as he held his breath and forced out a long,
perfectly formed shit-sausage.  I gasped as it unspooled and hit the water
before it even broke contact with his distended shithole.  Finally it fell
free and plopped loudly into the water.

Colin laughed perversely, his eyes glued to my fist as I slid it in a blur
up and down my thick, veiny shaft.  His eyes kept flashing up to mine and
finally he held my gaze, silently encouraging me to bust a good nut by
smiling so adoringly at me.  I stepped closer to him and slapped my leaking
cock against his cheeks and lips.  Colin was as hard as I was by now, and I
reached down, grabbing his beautiful dick and wrapping my fist around it,
pulling down so the foreskin would retract and show me that shiny purple
helmet.  I could almost taste it.

My handsome loverboy groaned so loud it was almost a cry of torment as his
cock responded to the feel of my warm fingers wrapped around it, teasing
the piss-slit with my pinkie-tip until large beads of precum came oozing
out and slicked up my fingers.

Colin leaned his head forward until his mouth was less than an inch away
from my engorged, flaring dickhead.  He parted his lips and the feel of his
hot breath panting against my cock sent shivers through my frenzied body
and soul.  Just before he wrapped his full lips around it he paused,
bearing down again as the smell of his hot dump scented the room with its
fertile, earthy aroma.  Once more, the splash of shit hitting toilet water
made me moan.  I clasped the back of his head and pulled him forward to
swallow my throbbing cock.

As soon as my dick hit the back of his throat I shot my wad, blasting
multiple jets of thick, creamy ball-juice down his gullet.  Colin was
whimpering and pulling my hairy nuts, forcing the last drops of spooge out
of my cock and into his insatiable mouth.  Just as I finished emptying my
balls, Colin's brows seized up in a mask of exquisite sensitivity and he
came all over my fist and his stomach.  Cum slopped onto the tile floor and
on his feet and globs of his jizz caught on the thick hair of his shins.

He sat down heavily on the toilet and leaned back, drained but still
convulsing with the strength of his orgasm.  After we'd both caught our
breath and calmed down, Colin unspooled a big wad of toilet paper and hiked
his ass up off the seat in preparation for wiping his dirty butt.  He
paused and looked at me with big, blue eyes twinkling merrily.

"You wanna do it for me...?"  I tousled his hair and kissed him good and
hard as I took the wadded-up paper in my hand.  I knelt down between his
hairy legs and he reared his ass up off the seat.

Reaching between his legs, I ran the tissue over his asshole and when I
pulled it back towards me I saw that it was streaked with his shit.  I felt
my cock throb with horniness again, but I didn't do anything about it this
time.  I couldn't believe that I was this amped-up over something that had
never held any sexual charge for me prior to this moment.  But I just
couldn't get over the fact that even Colin's shit was beautiful and
perfectly formed, just like he was.

The next morning, I left the bathroom door opened part way on purpose while
I took a dump.  I wondered if Colin would find his way to the bathroom in
time to watch me do the same thing I'd gotten such a filthy charge from
watching him do the day before.  Sure enough, I heard someone come into the
bedroom and pause a moment outside the bathroom doorway before a hand
appeared and pushed the door open.  He stood there, naked except for his
socks, and stared at me with a goofy grin on his lips.

"Hey, Dad...  You're not through already, are you?"  I couldn't believe it
and yet I would have been disappointed if it hadn't happened.  Colin was
certainly my boy - like father, like son.

I motioned for him to come on in and whispered for him to close the door.
I was smiling like a fool, I know.  He shut the door and turned around,
leaning against it.  He looked so handsome, such a perfect adolescent boy.

I was already hard before he came in and had just started jacking off.  But
I stopped touching myself as soon as Colin entered and my dick just
twitched and jerked for some attention.  The sight of it moving around with
a squirmy, agitated life of its own seemed to inflame Colin and he moved in
a flash to the toilet.

Without a moment's hesitation he sat on my lap facing me, his long, hairy
legs pressed close to mine.  He threw his arms around my neck and covered
my face with kisses before moving to my throat and giving me a massive
hickey.  While he sucked on my neck I began jacking him off.  He'd gotten
hard and soon as he sat on me.

When he was through marking me he reared his head back and looked me in the
eyes, endless love and devotion streaming directly into my heart and groin.
I pulled his head to mine and licked all over his face before plunging my
tongue into his mouth.  As I did, Colin raised himself up enough to aim my
stiff cock at his asshole, then lowered himself slowly onto me until I was
inside him with my pubes grinding against his ass.

Colin's head was twisting from side to side as I started fucking him and
his face went through an elaborate series of expressions: From pain, to
bliss, to the unbearable intensity of sensations he'd never felt so
brutally before.

I felt maddened for him, for what I was doing to be made clear so its
impact could be properly savored and revered.

"Babe, I'm fucking you, I'm inside you, it's so good to be in you..."

Colin's sweaty face opened to me as he smiled and gasped out, "Yeah...!"

"I fucked you into existence, my sperm met your mom's egg and our lives
combined and made a brand new one.  A new life.  You.  And now I'm inside
of you, fucking you, oh god, I love fucking you, my beautiful son..."

Colin was staring at me, his eyes like flaming comets crashing into my
soul.  He laughed deep in his chest, clearly entranced by what I was
saying.

"It's like I'm fucking a part of myself.  And when you do it to me it feels
like I'm fucking myself, sometimes.  But it's not me; but it IS part of me
doing it.  Oh, Christ, Colin... it's like I'm having sex with god, with all
of creation...."

Colin gasped out a crazed laugh.

"You can't be fucking god, baby, cuz that's what I do.  I'm getting off
with my father, my creator.  You're my god, Dad..."

We were talking nonsense, but our hunger for each other was limitless, I'm
telling you.

What stopped our ravings was making out some more as I started fucking even
harder.  Colin was shrieking like a cat in heat from how hard I was
slamming into him.

My bowels had been spasming for a while and I knew I still had one more
dump to take before I was emptied.  But I wanted to let loose with it just
as I started to cum, I wanted to know what that would feel like.  I didn't
even know if it was possible.

Colin started moaning and whimpering as we kept kissing harder and deeper,
me ramming home like a pile-driver.  Colin hugged me to him tighter and
rubbed his pre-cum-slimed cock against my hairy chest.

The second he started doing that I knew I was gonna nut.  I bore down and
forced out a major turd just as I felt my balls release their load.  I
bucked up hard into my son's ravished asshole and filled him with my seed.

Wet farts were soon filling our heads with their erotic, symbolic sound and
Colin looked at me as my bucking slowed and finally stopped, and his
increased.

With an exquisite roar, his head tossed back and his pretty mouth wide
open, Colin soaked me and glued my chest hair in clumps with so much sperm
that it was dripping off my chest and pooling in my pubes.

Spent and now feeling delightfully stupid, we unglued ourselves and Colin
stood up, flushing the toilet while I still sat there.  I felt the cooling
tingle of water droplets splash against my dirty, hairy asshole and it sent
a shiver up and down my spine.

"Let's get cleaned up, Daddy," he said as he held out his hand for me to
grasp.

I hadn't even wiped my ass, but I took his hand and he helped pull me up
off the toilet.  I felt like a child again, happily willing to be led by
someone I loved and trusted implicitly.  The role reversal made my head
spin.

We got in the shower and Colin soaped up my shitter for me, getting me
squeaky clean and fresh as he massaged my asshole and poked his soapy
finger up my butt.  I was holding him in my arms, each of us resting our
chins on the other's shoulder.  Standing still, embracing under the hot
water...it felt like being reborn.

Summers were the best time in our clan, the season we all looked forward to
throughout the year.  For the kids, it meant long, lazy days and frolicsome
nights, free of school and stuffy classrooms and responsibilities.  For us
adults, it meant endless love and sex with our kids and each other.

Summers in the Berkeley hills can get ragingly hot during the days, and
that meant being able to hike and exercise nude outdoors.  We'd spend hours
outside, naked and free, cavorting and playing, lounging and napping in a
naked jumble of sweaty flesh and mingled body aromas.

The boys had their friends over as often as they liked during the summer.
Even then, they'd frequently opt out of inviting company over, preferring
instead to enjoy their freedom to live openly and naturally without having
to worry about clothes and touching each other in ways their friends
wouldn't understand.  We had our own slice of heaven up there in the hills
and we all knew it.

When the kids did have friends over we all had to be careful not to do or
say anything too loving.  We all got used to it very fast and we became
adept at living 2 lives - our real, private lives, and our more restrained
public personas.  It was a little like being Batman or some other superhero
whose secret identity has to be preserved at all costs.  In a way it was
fun.

During the summer before Mike's and Colin's senior year, we'd frequently
have members of the boys' teams over for the day.  Colin's were from the
swim team, Mike's from the wrestling team.  All our kids were athletic in
one way or another.

Often these kids would stay for dinner and sometimes they even spent the
night.  Mostly, though, they'd spend a few hours swimming in our pool or
working out in the gym we had constructed in the basement, just off the
photo lab I had made for myself.

When I say downstairs, you have to realize that we're talking about an
immense space.  That was one of reasons we took the house in the first
place.  There was a sub-basement as well, but we hadn't even started doing
anything with that space yet.

The basement contained 2 smallish bedrooms, the gym, and my photo lab
(which was actually a fully-equipped studio.)  Two smaller workshops opened
up off to the side of the lab.  There was also a fully-appointed family
room with a wet bar that we rarely used except for formal dinners and big
parties and things like that.

The lab stayed locked unless the family was alone.  We didn't want to take
a chance of one of the kids' friends discovering the stacks of revealing
photos I had been taking since before the kids were born.  Since their
births, my output of work had skyrocketed and it kept getting better and
better.  As you can probably guess, the kids had become the focal point of
my work, and I had thousands of prints of them spanning their entire lives.

Anyway, at the back of the gym we had installed another shower and steam
room, not as elaborate and luxurious as the one in our bedroom, but still
pretty nice and well-appointed.

>From upstairs we could hear the boys clanging the free weights together as
they worked out in front of the mirrors, loud grunts and adenoidal voices
roughly encouraging each other on to greater and greater feats of physical
prowess.  They'd speak in low murmurs to each other, then snicker and erupt
in amazingly randy laughter.

We'd exchange knowing looks with each other, fully aware that it was
probably Mike telling them filthy jokes or making lewd comments about the
girls they all knew from school.

His teammates worshipped Mike, mostly because of his deserved reputation as
a relentless pussy-hound.  The other boys from the team seemed to venerate
Mike as some kind of symbol of their collective libidos, the boy who really
did all the things he was rumored to have done.  He was their hero, I
think.

Mike was a nasty-minded kid and it was just one of the zillion things about
him that made having sex with him such a pleasure.  He knew his shit better
than any other boy his age I've ever encountered.  Mike was a pro.

When the noises stopped in the gym it usually meant that the kids were
showering off before getting dressed and coming upstairs to rejoin the
family.  Several times I had 'accidentally' discovered them in the gym
shower, pretending like I was just getting ready to work out after a
refreshing shower.  I'd walk in naked, stop in surprise, pretend to get
embarrassed while I shot the shit with them for a bit, then walk out again.

Mike always knew what I was doing and he'd go along with my ruse, smiling
like an idiot when our eyes made contact.  The other boys would stare in
surprise and their own real embarrassment, feeling, I suppose, that they
were the ones who had encroached on my private territory where I was free
to walk around any way I felt like.

The commonplace banter I engaged them in gave them just enough time to get
an eyeful of my nakedness.  I loved watching them watch me, trying not to
stare at my handsome, hairy body, their eyes traveling down to my thick
bush with a heavy horse cock and low-hanging nuts hanging beneath it, a
prime specimen of masculine pulchritude.  Of course, I got to see what they
were packing, too.  That played an equal part in my brief visits to the
shower.

Once they all tromped upstairs again, everyone would be dressed and the
embarrassment would have evaporated.  Still, those brief encounters in the
shower always changed the way the kids related to me afterwards.  They'd be
more like buddies, more open and friendly.  I think that teenage boys love
seeing men who take care of their bodies, especially guys in the prime of
life.  Boys are fascinated by seeing what they're going to turn into as
they age.

On their next visit, I'd invite them to swim and play in the nude if they
wanted to.  At first they would always decline, but Mike would gently taunt
and tease them and soon there'd be half a dozen naked jocks splashing like
little kids in our pool.  After they had time to get comfortable with being
nude in their buddy's backyard, I'd come on out and join them for a quick
swim.  Naked, of course.  And when I brought out a bag of weed and a bong,
it only cemented their opinion of me as a "cool dad" even further.  Even in
Berkeley, it's not too often you'll run into kids whose father or uncle
will share his stash with his kids and their friends.

If they didn't smoke out, I'd always offer them a beer.  Not one of them
ever turned down the chance to guzzle as much beer as they could hold or
smoke potent weed in the comfort of a private backyard attached to a
kick-ass mansion.

They were all nice kids and quite a few of them were hot as hell.  I asked
Mike if he had made it with any of them and he just laughed and shook his
head, saying that it was too risky with guys on the team, but that he knew
they all got a thrill out of wrestling.  He said it was something they'd
never admit, but that all the boys popped boners at some point or other
during their matches and lots of jerking off went on after lights-out
during away matches.

One of the boys Mike had jacked off with when they were drunk, but they
didn't touch each other or anything like that.  This kid was named Brian,
and he was one of the larger boys on the team.  At 17 he already had a
heavy 5 o'clock shadow and hair on his chest.  Mike told us Brian's dick
was as big as Matt's but it was cut.  He was a powerfully built guy, a boy
the football team had been unsuccessfully trying to woo away from his true
passion, wrestling, since he'd enrolled at Berkeley High.

Brian wasn't a particularly close friend of Mike's but they hung out in the
same group and Mike regaled us with all the nasty stories Brian shared with
his teammates.  Seems Brian was an inveterate jacker, always boasting about
how often he needed to get off, shit like that.  He had lots of good,
shocking tales to tell about his sex drive and the imaginative scenes it
had led him to.

For instance, Mike told us that Brian had a dog when he was younger who'd
lick Brian's balls and asshole while he jacked off.  He said he liked to
straddle the dog while it stood still between his legs.  Brian would jerk
standing over the dog and when he came his jizz would coat the dog's back.
Afterwards, the dog would shake himself off, sending Brian's load flying
all over the place.

The guys all cracked up about it and told Brian that he was a pervert, and
Brian said he sure as hell was but that it was all in good fun.  Mike
obviously thought it was funny and exciting, too.

While he told us this story, Toby only heard the word "dog" and ignored the
rest of what Mike was saying.  From that moment on, all Toby talked about
was wanting to get a puppy of his own.  Finally, we decided there was
absolutely no reason not to get him a pup and we all went to the local
pound to let him pick out a mutt.

Well, it was love at first sight.  We had all figured Toby would make a
beeline for the puppies, but instead he stopped to pet a mangy looking 6
month-old male dog, friendly and gentle though still clearly a youngster.
Toby was determined that this was the dog for him.

So, we paid for the dog, signed all the papers that said we promised to get
him neutered (something we had no intention of ever doing) and took the dog
out to the van.  The dog was delighted to be outside and he trotted and
leaped in glee as we headed to it.  Toby was in 7th heaven.

On the way home we asked Toby what he was going to name his new dog and he
told us he had to think about it for a few days.  The other kids all felt
they had perfect names for it and wanted us to choose one of theirs.  But I
told them that it was Toby's dog and he should get the privilege of naming
it.

We compromised in a uniquely 'us' manner: Colin suggested we all compile a
list of up to 3 names each and then share our lists with each other and
choose a name from the lists.  We'd take a vote if necessary.  Everyone
agreed that this was a good plan and that's what we ended up doing.

Sherry was driving that day with Lily in her baby carrier strapped to the
passenger seat.  I was sitting in the back seat next to Toby and Colin and
Mike.  In the row behind us sat Stella, Tim, and Matt who was holding Adam
on his lap.

The dog was wedged between Toby and Colin but he kept jumping down and
trying to get into the front seat.  I grabbed him and gently held him back,
and in time he stopped trying to get in the front.  Finally, he tried
crawling up into my lap but I wasn't in the mood to have a mangy mutt
weighing me down.

He wasn't a huge dog, more medium-sized, probably a black Lab mixed with
something smaller.  He was a feisty, playful little guy, I have to admit.
We had a few errands to run and groceries to pick up, so the trip home took
over an hour.  After our first stop, on our way to the supermarket, the dog
was sitting at my feet on the floor of the van, standing up and supporting
itself on my thighs every once in a while.

I had a feeling the dog was gonna do this, and sure enough, the next time
he stood up on his hind legs he pressed against my leg with his body and
started humping my shin.  The kids all busted up and Mike started making
"ewwww" sounds.  But I decided not to push the dog away, to let him go and
see what would happen.

Instead of scolding him or shoving him off, I petted his head and gently
praised him while he pumped his doggy butt up and down against my bare leg.
His bubblegum-pink penis was wet and warm against my hairy leg and it
tickled more than anything.  After a few moments of this the dog started
whining and the expression on its face was priceless.

His tongue was lolling out of his mouth and it looked like the dog was
grinning over how good it felt to hump my leg.  His eyes kept coming back
to my face and I smiled at him, which made him whine and yap in glee.

Mike was beside himself, grossed out but obviously into it, and in seconds
he had whipped his stiffy out and was wagging it back and forth, hard and
veiny, with his pubes poking out of his fly.  His eyes were glued to the
dog as it humped my leg.  When I saw him start jacking, I gently nudged the
dog off me and pointed him in Mike's direction.  Mike was bleating like a
girl, laughing and thrilled by the dog's exuberance.

The dog stood up and placed its oversized paws on Toby's lap, then leaned
over Colin to snuffle Mike's crotch.  Mike let out a giggling yelp and
shoved his cock in the dog's face.  That long, pink, wet tongue lapped out
and flicked the head of Mike's dick over and over until Mike was squirming
and turning beet red, laughing his head off the whole time.  We all were,
by then.  Toby was clapping his little hands together, seeing how much we
all were entertained by his new doggy.

The dog was going wild, overly-excited by the commotion we were all making.
I shushed everyone and said, "Now, listen, everyone, this is our PET, not
some fucking libido enhancing mutt for us to fuck around with!"  I was
laughing myself, though, so no one took me terribly seriously.

Mike stuffed his cock back in his shorts and we all calmed down.  The dog
went to sleep once all the stimuli had been taken away.  When we got home
the dog romped for hours in our backyard.  But he came back to the house in
time for dinner and spent the night with us curled up at the foot of the
bed.  He was a sweet mutt.

Two days later we all had our lists of names in hand when we gathered
together to have lunch around the pool.

Some of the names were viable, but the boys had some ridiculous ones that
would have been impossible to call out.  Since the dog's coat was basically
black, Mike suggested "Nigga" as a good name, especially since it would
make most everyone in Berkeley crazy if they heard us call him.

The clan laughed at Mike's suggestion and how irreverent it was, but no one
wanted to call the dog such an offensive name.  Colin suggested "Flem,"
which I naturally heard as "phlegm."  I looked at him like he was nuts and
asked him why?

"Dude, you said it yourself - the day we got him you called him a 'fucking
libido enhancing mutt.'  F-L-E-M.  It's perfect."

I offered to shorten it to "Lem" but again, no one much liked that name
either.

Tim and I had been trying to come up with something that was mildly
suggestive of cocks, since he was a male dog after all, and we all know
what male dogs like doing best.  We suggested "Richard" so we could shorten
it to "Dick" but even we didn't like that once we'd said it.

Sherry said we should just name him "Spooge" since we'd all be calling him
that within a matter of days, anyway.  We laughed and agreed with her and
held that name as a possibility.  We thought it sounded cute.

We went through Racer, Duke, Priapus, Max, Taint, Jizzy, Pud, Nut-Dog,
Pharaoh, Rameses, Jack-It (spelled "jacket" for public purposes), Licker,
and Pinkie.

Finally, Toby announced in a loud voice that he had the perfect name:
Pooper.

We looked at one another and raised our eyebrows.  Nobody liked it except
Toby.

We did indeed finally have to vote because no one could decide what name to
choose.  Before voting, we tried calling the dog all the names we had come
up with, hoping he'd guide us by responding to the one he liked best.

When we called him "Pud" he barked and cocked his head to one side.
Calling him "Jizzy" made him roll over on his back.  He wasn't much of a
help.

Finally, we decided on "Pud Jizzy Licker" as his full name, since those 3
were the only names he reacted to.  We all liked the way it sounded, sexy
and playful at the same time.  "Pud" was now our official dog-of-the-clan
and he quickly became a family favorite.

Once seen, never forgotten.

That was the key to guessing what Matt and the boys would get up to when
they were goofing around together.  As they'd grown up, we adults were all
aware that anything sexual the kids saw or heard about would necessarily
get re-enacted in a day or so.

So it wasn't a huge surprise when Sherry and I came home from shopping late
in the afternoon about 3 days after we got Pud and found Mike, Matt, Colin
and Toby naked and clambering over and around the dog.  Pud was having a
field day, rolling around, chasing the kids, wagging his tail a mile a
minute.  We noticed all the boys were ramrod hard and as we put the
groceries away we could hear their shouts and braying laughter mounting in
the living room.

When I came back to stand in the doorway, sure enough, Pud was being held
in place between Mike's legs by Colin and Matt, who were seated on the
floor at Mike's feet.  Toby was hopping up and down on one foot, then
switching to the other.  He was obviously keyed-up about something, and I
had a pretty good idea what it was.

Mike was beating off fast and furious, intending to spray his load on the
dog's back, just like his buddy Brian had described.  Matt and Colin were
priming themselves for their turns, fists swirling all around their shiny
knobs.  Toby was trying to climb on Matt's back but Matt scooped Toby up in
his arm and sat him down in front of him while he ran his fingers through
Tony's hair and continued playing with himself.

Colin was riveted to the sight of Mike's thick prick glistening with
pre-cum as he got ready to drop his payload.  Mike's dark-haired legs
started shivering and his knees buckled, bringing him down so he was
basically squatting just inches away from the dog's back.  Pud looked up at
Mike and wagged his tail slowly, and Mike grimaced in open-mouthed bliss as
his hot jizz shot out and splattered wet streaks of sperm over the dog,
from his head to his tail.

Red-faced and with a terrifically sexy, obscene expression in his eyes,
Mike stumbled away from the dog and flopped down on the sofa, still milking
his prick of its last drops.  "C'mon, Colin, go next, hurry!" Mike barked
out.

Now it was clear: Each boy was going to nut on Pud in rapid succession so
that when and if he DID shake himself off, there'd be sperm flying
everywhere, sprinkling all the kids with it's seedy perfume.

Colin straddled Pud so fast I almost missed the move and he was ready to
cum in seconds.  When he shot, he arched his back and swung his head
crazily back and forth, overcome by the sensations sweeping through his
body.  The dog now looked like he had walked under a freshly-painted chair,
his back covered in thick, white splotches, wet and shiny.

Matt quickly jumped up, still holding Toby in his arm.  As he stepped over
the dog, I saw his fat, hooded cock jutting out, so heavy and thick that
its sheer weight prevented it from sticking straight up like the other
kids' did.  With his free hand, he grasped it at the hairy root and started
throttling it as fast and hard as he could.  Toby was looking down at the
show his "daddy" was putting on, and he squirmed to get down.  Matt, ever
attentive to Toby, set him on the floor with a thud, too engrossed by his
jacking to be any more careful with the little boy.

Toby didn't mind at all.  In fact, he ran his hand lightly over the dog's
back and then looked at the thick, sticky goo clinging to his hand.  He
wiped it on his leg and poked Matt's asshole with his little fingers.  The
feeling must have been amazing because it caused Matt's cock to spit out
those awesome piss-blasts of cum that he was famous for in our household.
Toby cheered when he saw the first jet of Matt's sperm flash out and crash
over the dog's sopping back.

Matt stepped away from the dog while his cock was still emptying, rubbing
it over Toby's mop of curly hair and against his tender pink cheeks.  When
Toby stuck his tongue out and ran it up and down Matt's shaft I groaned,
inadvertently announcing my presence to the boys.  Up until that moment,
they thought they'd been alone in the living room.

As the boys turned to stare at me in surprise, Pud gave himself a mighty
shake and sent all that fresh boy cum raining over the kids, the furniture
and the carpet.

Before this goes any further, let me assure you that we were not easing
into bestiality or anything like that.  Besides the boys using the dog to
jack off on occasionally, things never went any further in this direction.
Other than romping and sniffing around us when we'd be engaged in group
love-play, Pud wasn't allowed to do anything more active than an occasional
hearty lick and some persistent sniffing.

We still have Pud and he's bonded well with the whole family.  Still humps
your leg every chance he gets, but we love him.

You might ask how my marriage to Sherry survived intact what with all these
couplings and rearrangements and obsessions with one another.  As always,
Sherry was supernaturally understanding and accepting of all that happened
in our admittedly odd household.  She had her own adventures to contend
with, most notably her relationship with my brother's eldest boy, Mike.
They'd been having an affair for nearly a year and it showed no signs of
diminishing as time went on.  Just the opposite.

When the kids were at school and Tim was at work, Sherry and I had many,
many long talks about the future direction of our clan.  Being the oldest
members, the others looked to us as the Mom and Dad of the family.  Even my
brother related to me as a dad at times.

Our own father had died of a massive coronary when Timmy was 17.  Our mom
developed ovarian cancer two years later and passed away about 6 months
after she was diagnosed.  Ever since then, I had treated my brother as a
cross between a brother, a lover and a son.  Our relationship had blossomed
into something unique and unfamiliar and it gave us immense satisfaction
and pleasure as we discovered new facets every day.

Sherry summarized what we had been discussing over a period of several days
one afternoon after we'd had lunch and made love by the pool.  I listened
carefully to her and when she was finished detailing our plans, I nodded
and kissed her sweet lips.  She understood me perfectly and her ideas
meshed exactly with mine.

We decided to wait for awhile before telling the clan what we thought
should happen down the line.  We didn't want to stun or alarm anyone, but
we also wanted to give them plenty of time to think about what we had
planned, and to contribute their ideas and opinions.  Big changes wouldn't
be coming for at least 2 years, but we wanted everyone to have plenty of
prep time.

Things continued much as always over the next 2 years.  Of course, there
were lots of memorable moments during that time but I can't detail
everything that we did.  Suffice to say that our kids were growing up and
even the youngest ones were becoming more and more independent.  It was
wonderful to see how our relationships were growing and changing all the
time.

When Stella was 18 she got pregnant again, this time by a married guy she
had dated a few times.  Stella wasn't too happy about this pregnancy at
first, but after a few weeks she got into the flow again as her maternal
hormones kicked in and she completed her pregnancy with a good spirit and a
minimum of discomfort or inconvenience.

We were all resigned but happy about having new blood in the family,
because it meant DNA other than our own would guarantee even more healthy
babies down the line.

In some way, we all wished we could remain family blood purists but we knew
we'd start having freaks if we didn't expand and get some new blood into
the gene pool.  It was regrettable in a way, but we wanted even more for
the kids to not limit their emotional and sexual lives to the family.  We
wanted them to develop loving relationships with others, as many as they
liked.

Sherry really wanted to birth one more baby before she hit menopause and we
worked at it non-stop until she announced, beaming, that she was going to
be a mom one more time.  This kid-to-come was pretty definitely Mike's or
mine.  Yet again, Sherry and Stella were pregnant pretty much at the same
time.

Soon our house was full of baby-energy again, and we all loved the
commotion and constant business of having a house full of kids of all ages.
It felt like a summer camp when everybody was home, and we loved every
second of it.

The births of our new babies were amazingly smooth.  We had all been more
than a little fearful about Sherry being able to deliver without any
medical crises, but she got through the delivery with no problem.  Our
doctor told her that this baby had to be her last, but we already knew that
so it didn't come as a disappointment.  Stella birthed her baby so easily
it made the midwife's head spin.

Two beautiful new lives!  Another daughter-sister-mommy and yet another
little son-brother-daddy.  We were in heaven.  Adam and Lily were only 2
when their siblings were born, so in many ways the 4 of them grew up
together.

We named our new girl Erin Venus Siobhan and the boy Zachariah Joseph
Priapus.  Two more Maguires to carry the clan's torch, each with a
symbolic, dedicatory element to their full names.

Matt, now going on 17, was happier than we'd ever seen him.  He really was
excellent with babies and children, patient, loving and protective.  He
told us one evening while he was masturbating 6 year-old Toby that he was
pretty sure he wanted to go into pediatrics.  We busted up at the
incongruity but we all thought it was a fine idea and encouraged his plans.
We even had hopes that Matt might end up becoming the new chief doctor in
our wilderness program.

Speaking of doctors, I should say something about our family doc.

Doc Walker (not his real name, of course) had been our youngest kids'
pediatrician since Toby was born.  We were referred to him by an online
acquaintance Colin made in a chat group.  Our clan had never felt truly
isolated because we had made the somewhat startling and thoroughly awesome
discovery that there were others out there living similar lifestyles with
their families, using the net as a means of forming a friendly and
supportive community.  Unfortunately, we also had to communicate with coded
words and step pretty lightly cuz everybody was paranoid about being
infiltrated by the cops.  It pays to be cautious.

We were first made aware of these online communities by Colin, who had been
spending time in chat-rooms centered around family incest and incest
survivors.  He'd quickly and accurately guessed that there were people in
these groups who were interested in the subject not as prudes or survivors
but as curious or isolated fellow travelers on this pioneering path we were
forging.

The cool thing about chat rooms is that you can always invite someone into
a private room and have a confidential conversation.  Colin spent hours
online but wasn't telling us what he was so busy doing.  It was just
beginning to become bothersome when he announced to us over dinner one
evening that he had made contact with several families worldwide who were
living in similar circumstances.

One fairly local guy, a father in a long-term relationship with his wife
and daughter, gave Colin a short list of professionals who were sympathetic
to our lifestyle and the need for good health care, without the need to lie
or worry about the law.

To our surprise, two of the names on the list were pediatricians.  Mike
thought that was hilarious and made several nasty jokes that were actually
quite clever and funny.  But we decided to schedule an appointment with one
of the doctors to get a feel for his bedside manner and demeanor before
making a decision one way or the other.  Tim was skeptical about the whole
business, but Sherry was confident that it would all work out fine.

Tim actually called to make the appointment and the receptionist asked him
who had referred him.  Tim mentioned the guy's name who gave Colin the
list.  The receptionist put Tim on hold and when she came back she asked
him if he could come in at noon the following Thursday.  Timmy said sure,
and that was that.

We figured we'd send just those of us who could be called Toby's parents to
this first appointment, hoping we'd like the guy and want to transfer all
our kids (who were still in their pre-to-early-teens) over to this
particular doctor's care.  The kids' usual doctor was nice enough, but we
all hated having to lie and be extra careful about what we said during our
visits to his office.  Our hope was that this new doctor was sympathetic to
our lifestyle and dilemma, and would know to keep his mouth shut about
anything we might happen to tell him.

When we got there that Thursday shortly before noon, we were told to take
seat.  It appeared that the office was shut down for lunch.  There was no
one else in the waiting room and we could hear the receptionist and other
staff laughing and chatting over the rustle of sandwich wrappers and the
smell of food.

A few minutes after we were seated the door leading into the office proper
opened and a nurse called us in.  We got up and went through the doorway.
The nurse was warm and friendly and led us into the doctor's actual office
and told us to sit again, adding that the doctor would be in to talk with
us momentarily.  We sat there apprehensively and looked at each other.
Timmy rolled his eyes and sighed.  He obviously wasn't comfortable being
here, but I oddly felt like it was an OK place.  So far everyone had been
friendly and welcoming.

The door opened and the moment Toby and Doc Walker laid eyes on each other,
they were buddies.  He shook hands with us all and then bent down to peer
at little Toby in Stella's arms.  Doc had a way of tickling baby Toby and
giving him Eskimo kisses that made Toby chortle in delight and wave his
little arms in the air for more fun.  We immediately liked him and his
manner and we felt at ease.  He was a man in his mid-50s I would guess,
fairly trim and attractive in an avuncular, dependable way.

He'd already seen on our intake forms who had referred him to us.  So I
imagine he knew what sort of family we had.  Once he had his office door
closed, he said he had a number of questions he needed to ask us as he took
his seat behind his handsome desk.

Before he sat, he asked Stella if he could hold Toby while he asked his
questions.  Without the slightest hesitation, Stella handed little Tobias
over to the loving arms of Doc Walker.

Toby seemed perfectly happy to be on the doc's lap, lightly bouncing up and
down on his knee.  The way the doctor was able to concentrate on his
questions and our responses while he played with Toby was impressive.

"Which one of you is Caleb?" he asked us, looking at my brother and I.

"That's me, but call me Cal," I answered.  Doc smiled at me and nodded.
"And you're the mother's father?"

I nodded back.

"And you're Timothy?" he said, looking at my brother.

"Yep."  Timmy sounded tight-lipped and tense.

"Do you prefer being called Timothy, Mr. Maguire?"  Doc's gaze was mild but
steady.

"Call me Tim," my brother answered.  He sounded a little less uptight now.

Doc nodded and looked at his papers for a moment.

"And, so, you must be Stella," he said, smiling pleasantly at our pretty,
almost-14 year-old girl.

"Yes," she said quietly.

He looked down at Toby and held the baby up before his face.

"So that means you're Tobias, eh, little fellow?"  He was beaming at Toby
and then snuffled his face against Toby's little tummy, making the baby
laugh.  We all chuckled and I could feel Tim physically relax as the
tension began to drain from him.  Most parents would have been horrified by
the almost-intimate physical contact with their baby, even from a doctor.

He replaced Toby on his knee, looked at his papers again, then looked up at
us and said softy, "And who's the baby's father?"

That brought everything to a screeching halt.  We were used to lying to
professionals but we hoped to put a stop to that.  Now was the moment of
truth.  We had to decide whether or not to trust this man.  I could sense
Tim glancing at me and then Stella as the silence deepened.

Doc pushed his papers away from him and smiled.

"Look, you have nothing to fear.  You were referred to me by an
acquaintance of mine who's -- well... You need to be honest about
everything I ask you, otherwise this doesn't make any sense.  Everything
you tell me is held in strict confidence."

I thought about this for a moment before I spoke.

"Aren't you a mandated reporter to CPS, being a doctor and all?"

Doc smiled and nodded.  "Yes, that's true.  But I have some leeway,
although legally I suppose I don't.  However, when my personal beliefs
conflict with the law, I always go with my personal ethics."

Again, a fairly lengthy pause. Finally, I sighed and said what I had to
say.

"OK.  Here it is.  We don't know for sure who the father is.  It's either
my brother or myself."  I could feel my face throbbing with blood and I
felt like I was about to burst into flames.  Not out of embarrassment or
shame, but because I knew I had taken the leap of faith.  Now I just hoped
it wasn't misplaced faith.

"I see, OK," was all he said.  He was still nodding slightly.  Then he
turned to look at Stella.

"Dear, sometimes the mother has an instinctive idea of who the father is.
Do you have any feeling like that?"

Stella was fascinated by this whole experience.  She was much more open and
forthcoming than Tim or I were at that point.  She smiled at the doctor and
cleared her throat.

"Well, I have no way of knowing for sure, but I've always felt that my dad
is the father.  But I wish it could be both him and my uncle."  She gave a
short, brittle laugh.

Doc grinned.  "You love your uncle very much?"

Tim reached over and held Stella's hand.

"Very much, Doctor."  Stella leaned over and gave Tim a peck on the cheek.
I chuckled and shifted a bit in my chair.  Stella misread my seeming
discomfort and turned to me and leaned in to kiss me, too.

"But I love my dad more than anything, don't get me wrong.  I just love
them differently, that's all."

"Understood, " he said.  His gaze shifted away from Stella and took us all
in.

"There, now... that wasn't so hard, was it?"  We all smiled and nodded,
letting out a collective sigh of momentary relief.

"I'll need you to tell me about the other members of your family.  Think of
it as a family history.  Be completely honest with me and I'll be
completely honest with you."  His tone and manner were gentle and
comforting, but mostly it was his air of competence and unshockability that
got us talking so freely.

'I'm been legally married to my wife Sherry for 14 years.  Stella was our
first child.  We also have a son, Colin.  My brother Tim and his 2 sons
live with us.  We, uh, plan on having more kids, actually, as many as we
can."

"How old are the boys?" Doc asked.

Tim answered this time.  I was glad to hear him participate more actively.
It meant he was feeling more and more comfortable.

"Cal's boy Colin is 12.  My boys Mike and Matt are almost 13 and 11."

"And do they engage in sexual activity as well?"

Again, we looked at each other and finally couldn't help laughing.

"Engage in sexual activity with whom?" I asked.

"With Stella," he said.

Tim guffawed and Stella announced, "The boys have sex with all of us.  We
all do.  We all have sex with each other a lot, doctor.  And we all totally
love each other."

Doc seemed to be charmed by Stella's openness.  "Thank you, sweetheart,
that's actually what I wanted to know.  OK, well, that gives me a lot of
information to work with.  Here's how I think we should proceed, if you
decide on choosing me for your family's pediatrician.  My recommendation is
that I treat your whole family.  My specialty is pediatrics, but I'm a
trained GP as well, of course.  Given your family's, uh, special dynamics,
I would be happy to become the family doctor, available to all of you,
regardless of age."

He stopped talking and looked at us in turn to see what we thought.

"What would happen next?" Tim asked.

"I will need the entire family to come in for an examination and blood
work.  If and when your family grows, we might need to change your office
visits to house calls.  I can't take any chances of my staff wondering
about why I'm treating all of you, since my practice is exclusively
pediatrics."

Again, a pause while he waited for us to respond.

"Yeah, sure, that's great, Doc!" I said.  "When do we start?"

His smile broadened.  We were all smiling.  "Make an appointment for the
entire family with the receptionist as you leave.  By the way, where do you
live?  I mean, what part of town?"

"Way up in the Berkeley hills, Doc."

He grinned and nodded.  "I live in Orinda, so it's not really out of my way
to stop in to see you after office hours, when it gets to that point."

We all looked at each other and it was so nice to see us all looking so
happy and relieved.

"Sounds great, Doctor Walker.  Thanks for your time and understanding.  Do
you have many families with, uh, special dynamics?"  I was very curious.

He laughed for a moment and said, "Oh, Lord, no!  Very rarely.  But it's
nice to see such a loving family.  Usually things aren't nearly so open and
honest; usually, I'm unhappy to say, there is manipulation and even
violence involved and then I do report what I find.  But you obviously seem
to love one another."

Tim blurted out, "I've been in love with my brother here since I was a
little kid.  We finally admitted we were in love when I was 15.  We've been
together ever since."

Doc's eyes widened.  "Fascinating!  This will be a real pleasure, working
with you and your family.  It's been very nice meeting all of you and I
hope to work with you for years to come."

He rose and gently ushered us out of his office.

"Don't forget to schedule an exam appointment," he called out as we walked
to the receptionist's desk.

"We won't Doc, and thanks again!" I called back.

We both realized at the same moment that he hadn't even done Toby's initial
examination.  We all laughed about that but he did check out Toby before we
left.  Everything was fine and we were out within 15 minutes.

That was the very beginning of our relationship with our doc and he's
become a friend and confidant to the family over the last several years.
His manner and professionalism with us - and especially our kids - is
amazing, even more so because he engages in gentle sexplay with us during
our appointments.  Doc's got one of the smoothest and quickest hands on the
West Coast!  We never leave his exam room without a huge smile on our
faces.

Maybe I'll go into more detail about his work with us in another story.
He's the best.  And he's a secret perv, just like us, though not nearly on
so grand a scale.  It's wonderful being able to be completely honest and
he's given us much useful information.

Matt really gets along well with Doc Walker, and Doc has told us that he
thinks Matt would make a great pediatrician.  He's even offered to train
Matt in certain minor medical procedures and techniques; but he also
mentioned to me privately that Matt needs to work on impulse control around
his attraction to young kids.

At first I got kind of concerned about Matt when Doc told me that.  We had
all seen Matt barely able to control himself when he got too worked up
playing around with Toby and the babies.

Once, Matt was sliding his hard prick between Lily's chubby little legs
while he held her on his lap, facing forward.  He was really going at it,
strong and intense, and I guess his cock slipped upwards or something and
banged hard into her tiny cunt.  Lily's bottom lip stuck out and began to
tremble and within seconds she was in tears.  Matt looked horrified, even
while he slowed down his rubbing.

A few times we'd even had to tell Matt to stop it when he got a little too
exuberant.  Don't get me wrong: We totally understood that it wasn't really
Matt's fault.  It was just that his libido pushed him to do things a little
too fast.  He just needed reminders not to play too rough or intensely with
the little ones.

After of one these reminders, Matt told us it was just so hard not to fuck
them.

"They're just so cute and lovable, it makes me want to do it to 'em so
bad!"  He was so frustrated he was almost tearing up when he said this.

Tim gave him a big hug and stroked his back and ass while he held him.

"I know, Spooge, it's OK, nobody's upset with you or anything.  But
remember how bad it hurt when we had our First Communion when you were
little?  You were 9 already, and these little things aren't even a year old
yet.  And Toby's only 4, sweetheart.  You'd hurt them, you know that?  You
just have to patient."

Matt nodded and said he'd be careful.  Then he got a bright-idea look on
his face.

"What if I just placed the babies near me while I jacked off or played with
Colin or somebody?  That way, I could still see them.  I could kiss and
tickle them and stuff, too!"

We all thought that was sweet, so loving and innocent.  Of course, we told
him that would be perfectly OK.  We weren't trying to make Matt feel bad,
after all.  We just wanted him to be careful and to rein in his natural
horny teenage sex drive when it came to loving babies and toddlers.

Colin cheerfully volunteered to be Matt's "baby-buddy", offering to play
with Matt and the kiddies whenever he wanted.  Matt was all for that.

After that conversation, I got a huge, happy thrill every time I'd come
across Colin and Matt going at it, surrounded by the little ones.  Their
favorite position seemed to be Matt on his back with his legs thrown wide
open while Colin fucked him.  Toby would be in position near Matt's head,
and they'd noisily kiss and shove their tongues into each other's gaping
mouths.  I loved the sounds they made - lots of huffing and snorting like
bulls or wild pigs.  The babies would be within easy reach of Matt's big
hands, and he'd stroke and rub them while he made out so lovingly with
little Toby.  When Toby turned 6 we started calling him our little
mac-daddy.  He was such a sexy little man.

When Matt was ready to bust his nut, he'd scoot up onto his haunches and
bathe whoever wanted it in his rich, smelly sperm.  His loads were always
intended for the babies, but he wasn't selfish about it and let anyone who
wanted some lean in for a good spurt.

Anyway, when the doc mentioned his observations to me he could see the
concern on my face and reassured me by saying not to worry; he'd been just
like Matt when he was a kid and look how he'd turned out.

Now I don't worry anymore.  Matt will learn to rein in his libido as he
matures.  Doc promised.  And if you can't trust your doctor, who can you
trust?

In the meantime, Matt continues to train Toby with the skills he's learned
since he was Toby's age himself.  Toby loves Matt with a fierce devotion
and possessiveness that turns Matt on so much he can barely keep his hands
off the little fellow.

An interesting fact about kids we've learned over the years: From about 5
years-old to the onset of puberty, boys can have multiple dry orgasms with
very little refractory or downtime between orgasms.  Ask any teenage boy
and he'll tell you he can cum a bunch of times during sessions of
protracted sexplay.  The whole world knows that's true.

But pre-adolescent boys can do it even more frequently and quickly.  It's
just something that makes little boys even more precious to our whole clan.

Too bad the rest of the world doesn't acknowledge this natural gift and let
it be put to use.  Little boys love it when they discover how good they can
make their bodies feel.  Why deprive them of their happiness, when it's so
fucking simple to let them enjoy it, free of guilt and shame?  What a
crazy, mixed-up world, huh?