Date: Wed, 13 Jul 2005 02:23:16 EDT
From: Badgod69@aol.com
Subject: MY BROTHER & OUR BOYS, Part 8

Kids grow up so goddamned fast.  It's a bummer.  Nothing you can do about
it, but the glory days of being able to lift your little fella up and drape
him over your shoulders for a piggy-back ride soon pass and you realize
that your teenage son is as tall as you are.

Then, just when you think you're in a groove with adolescence, you look at
your kids and they're thinking about college or marriage or a career.

It sucks, but that's part of what a family is.  You deal with the changes
and savor the memories.  You also look forward to the next exciting chapter
in your relationship with your children.

Being a father is the proudest achievement of my life - far more important
to me than how well I did in my chosen profession or how much money I was
able to accumulate.  More precious to me than any of that is the treasure
trove of recollections I have of my kids - taking their first steps;
putting their first sentences together; teaching them how to ride a bike or
throw a football or how to swim.

And that's all further sweetened by innumerable mental images of them
writhing beneath me, moaning for my dick, smacking their pre-adolescent
lips after guzzling down my jizz, bubblegum-pink tongues flashing out and
swabbing all around their pretty mouths less they miss a sticky, liquid
pearl of sacred semen.

Lucky for us that we live in the age of video and digital electronics, a
time and place in our history where nothing need be forgotten and lost
forever, when everything can be filmed and recorded for future reference
and enjoyment.

Looking back at those golden years when our house high in the Berkeley
hills was a sanctuary for all of us, I am amazed at how quickly time
passes.  But with the touch of a button, all those miraculous times can be
appreciated and relived again.

Our clan's future generation or generations will be able to see their
founding fathers and mothers demonstrating their love for their children
and the documentation of the growth of the clan, as well.  They'll be able
to witness the unfolding beauty of our relationships with our kids and how
they all helped create this amazing family that's been touched by the gods.

But I'm not ready to put the pen down yet.  There's still quite a bit to
tell before I reveal what we're all doing now.

Before any of us could wrap our brains around the fact, it was time for
Colin and Mike to graduate from high school.  Stella had foregone the whole
rigmarole and decided to take the G.E.D. instead.  She was always an
excellent student and loved school, but her pregnancies took precedence
over her scholastic aspirations.  It was entirely Stella's decision, but
one I secretly agreed with.  She could always continue with her schooling
after the babies were older.

The boys, on the other hand, had no such responsibilities and we encouraged
them to be as active in school and social affairs as they liked.  We also
encouraged them to indulge their libidos with their friends as frequently
as they pleased, which was often.

By the time they were 14 each kid already had his own car.  We let them
pick out whatever they wanted and bought it for them, with the provision
that they couldn't take the cars out on the streets until they were legally
licensed to drive.

My brother and I had taught all our kids how to drive as soon as they
expressed an interest in doing so.  For Stella, it was 14. For Mike, that
meant 10 years old.  For Colin, 12.  Matt wasn't much interested in driving
when he was small but learned anyway when he was 13.

But once he hit 15 Matt fell in love with his big, lumbering SUV, his
choice of vehicle.  I don't know how else to describe it other than love.
He'd wash and wax that thing until you could see yourself in it.  He
treated it like a classic vintage auto, even though the thing had less than
100 miles on it and sat in our garage out of the weather and elements,
waiting for him to get his license.

He even started taking Toby out to the behemoth for some wild 4 year-old
boy-loving whenever he was feeling frisky.  I asked him why he chose to sit
in his SUV when he could love Toby much more comfortably in our bed.  He
laughed and said that he got more turned on in it, and besides, Toby
thought it was fun to goof around in the back.  I had to laugh.  I also had
to nod, because I knew exactly what he meant.

I should probably say something about our finances, if only because it will
help to make clear how we were able to provide our kids with so many
luxuries.  But first off, I need to say how unspoiled and generous our kids
were, even though they grew up in what could fairly be called the lap of
luxury.  We all saw them as princes and princesses of our growing domain
but that didn't preclude our instilling in them a healthy appreciation for
their good fortune.

No one was more surprised than Sherry and I when our wilderness camp
program took off and became hugely successful.  By the time Stella was
born, we were taking in more money than we ever thought would be possible.
Since that time, it seemed like everything we touched turned to gold.

We now had more money that we knew what to do with.  Much of what we earned
we invested fairly broadly but conservatively, and we were able to live
extremely comfortably on the interest alone.  Our house was long bought and
paid for; we vacationed at least twice a year, traveling to exotic and/or
fun places we had always wanted to see or were anxious to share with our
children, always staying in top-flight hotels when they were available.
Not all the places we explored had such comfortable accommodations, and
then we all endured whatever the environment without complaint or regret.
I honestly have to say that we were a fun and adventurous group to travel
with.

We also supported many arts groups and social service organizations and
were (believe it or not) generous patrons of the San Francisco Ballet.  To
all appearances, we were the model progressive Berkeley family.  We all
joked about how we'd be perceived if the truth were known.

Shortly after we bought the house, about a year after Stella was born, we
told our realtor that we were interested in buying any homes in our
neighborhood - particularly on our street - if and when they should come on
the market.  Trish, our realtor, was a neighbor, so she somehow got early
warning whenever a home was about to become available.

By the time Mike and Colin graduated, we had purchased and renovated 3
beautiful, big, old homes very close to ours, with plans for 2 more in the
works.  The idea was that we'd offer our kids these houses when they were
old enough to want a place of their own, but only if they chose to stay
close-by.  If they chose to move away or didn't want them, then we'd sell
them at a tidy profit.

I have always loved creature comforts while at the same time living a
more-or-less simple lifestyle.  Odd contradiction there, I guess, but
nevertheless it's true.  Our kids all grew up among beauty, something I was
adamant about, surrounded by art and music and ideas, set amongst elegant
furnishings and comfortable surroundings.  Yet, we trained the kids to
appreciate our wealth for what it was -- a means to an end -- and not to be
elitist or selfish with their good fortune.

We also had kick-ass fun times together.  Our house was as comfortable and
regularly thrashed as it was elegant and beautifully furnished.  You
definitely knew someone with a big, loving family lived there.  It had a
homey feeling, believe it or not.  A place that large usually feels cold
and somehow vacant to me, but not our place.  Everyone felt it; people
loved visiting our home.

As the years went by, our eldest kids' personalities matured, and their
traits and peculiarities began to become ever more clear.  Sherry and Tim
and I were glad to see that they were all individuating normally and right
about on schedule.

Mike had a busy social life and much of it centered around him.  He was one
of the popular kids at Berkeley High with a bit of a rep as a bad boy.
This was due to his reputation as a sexual athlete and his ability to get
hold of popular recreational drugs at the drop of a hat.  But that didn't
prevent him from earning a 3.8 GPA, participating in school sports, and
attracting a large and varied crowd of kids who loved him.

A parade of high school girls and young women passed through his bedroom so
frequently that no one paid much attention to them anymore.  Mike spent
lots of time upstairs in his private bedroom and we all knew why.  It
became pretty commonplace.

He also had a maverick, entrepreneurial instinct that his siblings/kids
didn't have and when he wanted something badly enough he was a real
go-getter.  This was a trait I believe Mike inherited from his father, my
awesome brother Tim.  We knew he'd make a success out of any career field
he chose.  He had never lost his love and fascination for film and making
movies.  Mike told us he probably wanted a career in film production.

Colin was more laid-back and preferred to take things as they came rather
than trying to figure out his whole life at 18.  He'd expressed a deep and
abiding interest in the wilderness camp and its administration ever since
he'd seen it for himself for the first time when he was 10.  Since then,
we'd talked many times about any interest he might have in taking over the
reins when the time came.  He told me he couldn't know for sure yet, but
that he definitely would think about it.  I didn't want to put any pressure
on him one way or the other.

Matt was in a way the most interesting of our boys as far as his
predilections and interests went.  For the present, his interest in
pursuing pediatric medicine was more than a passion, it was nearly an
obsession.

Matt enjoyed being with toddlers and babies as often as he could.  When he
was 14 he volunteered to read to kids at Children's Hospital in Oakland,
offered his services as a baby-sitter to our entire neighborhood, and at 15
started working summers at a local camp for 6 to 12 year-olds.  Anything he
could think of that would put him in close proximity to youngsters he
jumped at.  He seemed to lose his special interest in kids once they got
much past 12, but he still indulged his relentless libido regularly with
teens nearer his own age and with adults, too.

A funny side-story about Matt: A week or so after his 14th birthday, we
were all cracking up one afternoon over how huge his dick was and how it
showed so clearly through the nylon Berkeley HS sport shorts he liked to
wear now that he had started high school.

Now, Matt would show his dick to anybody who wanted to see it.  He never
offered, but word got around fast at school about how huge he was.  Kids,
being naturally curious and horny at that age, teased him about it at
first, but Matt responded to them by saying he couldn't help it if he was
blessed.  That usually shut them up fast, and it was only a matter of time
before curiosity won out.

A girl in Matt's home room half-jokingly asked him if he would show her his
dick and he did, ducking into a deserted classroom after their class to
flash it.  Just unbuckled and unzipped and shoved his pants down, exposing
himself in all his glory to her.  He said the girl's eyes got so big he
thought they were going to fall out.  She kept murmuring, "Oh, wow..." over
and over.

After that, there was a steady stream of kids asking Matt to show it off
during almost every lunch period.  This had gone on for nearly 2 weeks
straight.  By now it had dwindled to maybe 3 or 4 requests per week.  Matt
never wanted to disappoint anyone's curiosity or interest over something so
simple and natural.  He was completely unembarrassed about it and took a
lot of pride in showing off the size of his equipment.

Anyway, he took our joking well that afternoon and even added his own great
suggestions to a challenge/game we invented on the spot.

I bet the clan that if Matt went shopping wearing those shorts he'd get a
discount on whatever he was buying, provided he got a salesclerk who was
into big dicks on young boys.  It was impossible not to notice his cock
hanging like a fucking fat log halfway to his knee.  We decided to test our
little game the following Saturday, a day we had planned to take Matt
shopping for some new running shoes.  Matt had been eyeing a pair of Asic
Nimbus shoes, an expensive proposition for a growing boy.  We had priced
them and the best deal we could find was around $135.

Our excursion into downtown Berkeley took us ultimately to Bancroft
Clothing Company, a store we had patronized since before the kids were
born, right across the street from the UC Berkeley campus.  The business
usually had pretty much anything we were looking for, but their prices were
a bit higher than other stores.  But that didn't matter to us and we liked
the service we got there.

While our group - Matt, Colin, my brother, and myself -- walked upstairs to
the shoe department we finalized our little game-plan down to the slightest
detail, always leaving openings for necessary changes in the plan.

Matt was wearing a baggy, gray tank top, so big that it hung on his body
like a tent.  At 14, Matt was already as tall as his dad and I and his
voice was deep like a man's.  All arms and hairy legs, Matt sounded like a
grown man trapped in a skinny boy's body.

His hairy pits were sending out terrifically potent fumes that day.  It had
probably been a day or two since he'd last showered.  It all added up to
one tantalizingly sensuous picture: A young, sweet, sweat-stinky boy with a
huge, over-sized prick.

Lots of people are more-or-less subconsciously into boy-funk, that
unmistakable smell of the unwashed, natural adolescent male; but I'd bet
good money that even more are into seeing boy-dick.  I figured Berkeley was
probably crawling with these fellow-travelers, just like any other place.

He had purposely pulled on his BHS shorts, which hung on his bony hips to
upper-shin level.  But the legs were wide and loose and we knew that when
he hiked his foot up onto the chair to try the shoes on he'd flash his junk
at whoever was facing him.

A pudgy, middle-aged Asian dude and a couple of college girls were staffing
the shoe department that afternoon.  There were only a dozen or so
customers browsing and trying on shoes, so as soon as we got upstairs the
clerks noticed us and said hello.  I immediately sussed out the situation
and saw the Asian guy check us all out quickly but somewhat covertly.  I
noticed that his gaze kept coming back to Matt, and he stared at him like
he wanted to eat him up.  Bingo!  We had our target.

We sat down in a row of chairs and waited for someone to serve us.  The
Asian moved to us immediately like a falcon swooping down on a mouse.  He
seated himself on the little stool in front of Matt and grinned, asking us
if he could help with anything.

Matt played his role perfectly.  We had agreed that he would act sullen and
moody, pretending to not want shoes at all and we'd act like we were
more-or-less forcing Matt into getting them.  We thought the whole idea of
a young, moody, barefoot, teenage boy was hot.  No other reason for that
part, really.

But we particularly wanted to stress his youth to whoever we chose as our
first test subject, because it would make the size of Matt's dick all the
more enthralling.  Plus, we knew that whoever went for it probably had more
in common with us than they thought.

I did most of the talking at first.  I told the guy we wanted to see a pair
of the Asic Nimbus shoes in a size 12.  Matt interrupted me by sucking his
teeth and rolling his eyes in that humiliated way teenage boys frequently
do when their parents are being a profound embarrassment to them.

"Not 12, 13!  Geez, you don't even know what size I take..."

"C'mon, Matt, just try them on.  You have to have a good pair of shoes now
that you're 14; you can't be in high school running around barefoot; you
can't stay barefoot forever."

Matt slumped in his seat convincingly, leaning his chin on his fist.  His
shaggy brown hair fell over his eyes and he ran his hand through it,
exposing his adorable kid mug, and sighed in exasperation.

"Whatever.  Guess I'll try 'em on."

Colin broke in, always anxious to play a part.

"You'll see, Matt, these feel like you're wearing nothing, they're totally
lightweight."

Tim nudged Matt's elbow off the arm-rest.

"C'mon, son, it's not the end of the world."

My brother looked at the Asian and made a face as if to say, "kids - go
figure."  The Asian guy looked from Tim to me briefly, then back to Matt
who was playing up the moody teenage boy beautifully.

He looked at the salesman, grinned crookedly at him and shrugged, then gave
a barely perceptible nod of agreement.

Now, when he'd slumped down in his seat his cock was resting on his leg,
draped perfectly by the clingy, perforated, light-weight nylon, showing off
how fat and long his cock was.  Matt started wagging his leg back and forth
in that repetitive motion lots of teenage boys do unconsciously.

The movement made his horse dick roll off his thigh and flop heavily onto
the seat between his spread legs.  The Asian guy cleared his throat as he
tore his eyes away from the obvious but perfectly casual display Matt was
giving and said he'd be right back with the shoes.

As he moved quickly away, I leaned over to Matt and told him he was doing
awesome, then reminded him what to do when he tried on the shoe.  Matt
nodded and smiled at me, clearly enjoying himself in his play-acting.
Colin reached over Tim and I and grabbed Matt's big, sweaty hand to give it
a strong, loving squeeze of encouragement.

In no time the clerk was back, carrying 3 boxes of shoes.  I immediately
thought this was funny, because we had only asked for one shoe style in one
size.  This guy had snatched the bait and we had him hooked.

"Another style you maybe also like, Matt, I brought out for you."  His
English was not great, but we got the idea.  Matt muttered "thanks" and
stared at the guy impassively.  The dude beamed back at Matt and chuckled,
looking at both me and my brother with an almost helpless expression.

I felt sorry for the guy and wished I could tell him it was fine for him to
check out Matt.  In fact, I would have liked nothing better than for Matt
to make this poor slob's day by taking him into the back storeroom and
jerking off with the guy.  But we had our plan, and we had to be
relentlessly focused.

The Asian dude took out the Nimbus shoe, loosened the laces, and held it
out for Matt to slide his foot into.  Matt grudgingly moved to hike his leg
up in preparation for placing his foot on the little stool between the
guy's legs.

Letting out a loud sigh of teenage exasperation, he yanked the right leg of
his shorts up past his knee.  When he swung his leg up to place his foot on
the stool I could tell exactly what he was showing by the expression that
swept over the clerk's pudgy, yellow face.  Matt must have given the guy a
great flash of his junk because the man shifted on the stool like his nuts
suddenly ached.

Matt's big, bare foot and hairy leg came up and hovered in the air for a
brief instant before he placed his foot squarely on the stool.  The clerk
chuckled nervously and looked at Matt's face for a second before he slipped
a white sport sock on Matt's grubby foot.  Once he had adjusted the sock
for Matt, he helped shoehorn his foot into the blue and yellow shoe.

It looked like it was going to be a tight fit.  It looked that way because
the clerk tentatively placed his hand behind Matt's hairy calf and helped
guide his foot into the shoe.  I asked Matt later if he'd really needed the
help in getting the shoe on and he said, "No way; that dude just wanted to
touch me."

Once Matt had the shoe on he wagged his leg back and forth again.  His
shorts leg was still hiked up well past his knee and from the way the
clerk's eyes were bugging out I knew that much of Matt's glory must have
been clearly exposed to the guy.

As he examined his foot in the shoe still placed on the stool, he raised
his other leg and placed his grimy bare foot on his chair seat.  Now that
his legs were spread wide, even I could glance over at his seat and see his
fuzzy red balls peeking out from the leg opening, pressing against his heel
as they rested heavily on the black vinyl seat cushion.

"Yeah, these are pretty OK," Matt rumbled.  "I like 'em all right."

The man reared backwards on the stool as Matt rose and walked the few feet
to the mirror.  When he got right in front of it he bent over with his butt
pushed out towards the guy, pretending like he was adjusting the tension of
the laces.  Nothing was showing, but I could see the clerk struggling not
to stare at Matt's ass curves under the flimsy fabric of his sport shorts.
When he stood up straight again, with the light behind him, the silhouette
of his monster cock and low-hanging nuts showed perfectly.

"They look good, Spooge," Tim said.  The clerk turned his head away from
Matt and glanced at Tim when he spoke.  Apparently the man didn't know what
'spooge' meant - he didn't react at all.  But the physical presence of Matt
was clearly more than the clerk could withstand.

"You come try other shoe now!"

The dude smiled and tapped Matt's chair, indicating that he wanted Matt to
come sit back down.  Matt grinned and flopped down in his seat, lifting his
foot up and letting the clerk unlace and remove the shoe for him.  The
guy's hand traveled up Matt's leg further than it needed to go as he let
out a nervous little chuckle.  His other hand was patting Matt's knobby
knee.

"Strong legs; strong and fast, yes?"

Tim smiled and chuckled back, nodding once or twice at the clerk.  "REAL
fast," was all he said.

I thought that was hot.

The guy unlaced the Asic and slipped on a Nike.  As Matt rose from his seat
to get a look at the shoe in the mirror, a glinting, fish-line thread of
precum stuck to the vinyl seat as it stretched away from the tip of Matt's
foreskin.  It elongated a good half-foot before it snapped free, but the
clerk was watching it all and his skin flushed until he was red-faced.  He
didn't look at all embarrassed, but he sure as hell looked excited.

Anyway, Matt wanted the Asics and we told the clerk we'd take them.  Just
as we were getting ready to go to the register, Matt said, "I gotta take a
piss."  He looked at the clerk and asked, "Where's a bathroom?" in his
gruff, expressionless, teenage boy voice.

The Asian dude got a bit flustered and looked around, as though he was
trying to recall just where he'd seen the bathroom last.  He cleared his
throat again, and said, "No public restroom, but you use employee restroom.
OK for you, Matt."  He was pulling open the curtain that separated the
sales floor from the back stockroom.

Matt nodded to the guy, turned to us and said he'd be right back and
disappeared through the curtain.  The clerk prepared to ring up our
purchase, but he suddenly acted as though he forgot something.  I had been
waiting for this.

"Need more charge forms, these ones wrong kind."  He grinned at us like a
monkey and scampered through the curtain.  Maybe 2 minutes passed before he
came back out, and we could all see his hands tremble just the slightest as
he ran my American Express card through the authorizing machine.

"You nice family, good customer; I give you employee discount, my discount.
20% off price."  His head was nodding up and down, offering us his
generosity and kindness.  We thanked him, feigning surprise at our good
fortune and the man's thoughtfulness.

Just at that moment, Matt reappeared and joined us on our side of the
check-out counter.  The Asian kept smiling at us, then flashing a broader
smile at Matt.  I signed the charge form, Matt grabbed the bag with his new
shoes in it, and we left.

As we got to the front doors, Matt turned around and looked back up at the
shoe section.  Sure enough, the Asian dude was watching us leave and Matt
gave him a friendly wave, then casually adjusted his prick through his
shorts.  The man's hand shot up and waved energetically.

Once we were on the sidewalk we busted up laughing.  Matt asked us if he'd
gotten any discount and we told him how much.  He chuckled and said this
was a pretty cool way to get some healthy discounts.  He also said he was
going to try our plan every time he wanted something he couldn't really
afford just to see what kind of a deal he could get.

We asked him what had happened after he went behind the curtain.  He told
us that the bathroom was only like 10 feet past the curtain and when he got
inside he left the bathroom door open about halfway, just enough for
anybody passing to see him fairly clearly.  He figured the clerk would
follow him back there, so he stripped his tank top off and shoved his
shorts down to his knees, placed his hands on his hips and let fly with a
horse stream of piss.

He said the guy walked past twice and hovered in the bathroom doorway,
pretending he was checking to make sure the charge forms in his hand were
the correct ones.  As Matt finished pissing he turned full forward and
wagged his hips back and forth to shake the piss droplets off his uncut
meat before he slipped his tank back on and pulled up his shorts.
Apparently the Asian dude just smiled and chuckled as he moved back to the
sales counter.

Anyway, Matt now used his physical gifts to get discounts all the time.  It
worked maybe 60 to 70 percent of the times he'd tried it.  The trick, he
told us, was in picking the right salesperson, but he was getting better at
spotting them as he grew up.

I want to mention one other fun and loving thing that happened that same
afternoon while we shopped.

I've written before that Colin and I liked to talk dirty to each other.  We
had recently (at that time) begun to murmur really nasty, hard-core stuff
to each other in public places, just to tease each other and see how far we
could take things.  No one ever heard anything we said; we kept our voices
very low and leaned in close whenever we let loose with a hot stream of
filthy talk.  Colin had always been able to get off just by my talking to
him.  At home, he would fidget and squirm and sigh while I pumped dirty
words into his ear, then - when he couldn't take it anymore - he'd throttle
his cock and jack off to a trembling, spurting finish.

But out in public he couldn't do that.  Instead, we discovered that
afternoon that just walking was enough to make him cum.  The brushing of
fabric against his excited cock provided just the right amount of friction
for him to be able to pump out a load in his pants.

After we bought Matt's shoes we walked down Telegraph Avenue and eventually
hit the record stores.  It was a busy summer Saturday and the street kids
and freaks were out in force.  The sidewalks were crowded with suburban
shoppers and sight-seers out for the day, and street vendors lined the
avenue offering their wares from tables set up all along the sidewalks.

As we browsed I kept pointing out to Colin various hot kids and men I knew
he'd think were sexy, too.  He whispered to me that he was hard as a rock
and I chuckled, groping his crotch and discovering a thick piece of meat
under his denim cut-offs.

Fortunately, he was wearing a large t-shirt, one of my white tees that I
had worn for a few days.  Colin loved wearing my stinky t-shirts and the
way his own body heat would warm and release my sweat stink from the pits
while his scent got added to the already potent fragrance.  This one hung
nearly to his knees.  He reached inside his shorts and adjusted his junk
flat against his tummy so it wouldn't tent his shorts too much.  When no
one was looking I hiked the t-shirt up a bit so I could see the shiny
purple tip of his dick peeking over the waistband of his cut-offs for a
second before I let the shirt fall back into place.

Now that I knew Colin was hard and primed I had a difficult time keeping my
hands off him.

We went into Amoeba Records and cruised the busy aisles.  Tim and Matt
wandered over to the Black Metal section.  Colin and I were checking out
the Experimental Music row.  He'd wander away for a moment, looking through
the racks of CDs, his hand constantly touching his crotch and rearranging
himself in that way teen boys do that drives me nuts.  Then he'd saunter
back over to where I was and briefly press himself against me.  I could
feel the hardness of his cock through his shorts, smell the amped-up
hormones steaming off his luscious body.  His skin felt feverish and moist.
He told me he wanted to get out of the store, so I found Tim and Matt and
told them we were ready to leave.

As we walked the several blocks to our van, I threw my arm around my 15 1/2
year-old son's shoulder and traded crazy, nasty talk back and forth with
him.  Tim and Matt walked a foot or so ahead of us, my brother's hand
resting on his boy's ass.  While we walked I watched the faces of the
people we passed.  Most ignored us, but some looked at us strangely, like
they weren't sure if they saw what they thought they were seeing.  A few
people smiled quizzically or nodded at us.  I was glad I had my shades on
because I could watch their faces without their knowing it.

Colin started slowing his pace, his breath coming out in short, raspy huffs
now.  The slower he walked the more rushed and dirty my words came tumbling
out of my mouth.  Tim and Matt stopped and turned back to look at us once
they realized that we were moving very slowly.

"Everything OK?" my brother asked.

I nodded and smiled at him, and he moved his hand off Matt's ass and draped
it around Matt's shoulder, just like I had mine around Colin's.  They were
both grinning at us, aware that something fun was going on, something
secret and taboo, something that most likely shouldn't be happening out in
public.

I nudged Colin into walking some more.

"C'mon, baby, keep moving."  I was chuckling quietly.

 He hissed in his breath like it hurt to walk.  But he bravely inhaled a
deep breath and started to walk at a normal pace.  I leaned into him and
growled, "When we get back to the van, we're gonna fuck you boys good, OK
lover?  I'm gonna spread your fucking legs and tongue your shithole 'til I
make you moan, and then I'm gonna fuck you like a bull."  Colin let out a
whimper but kept walking.  He was now leaning hard into me, making me
support his weight.  If I'd stepped away quickly, he would have fallen.

"But first you're gonna lick your daddy's sweaty asshole out for him, you
know that, don't you?"  I was feeling totally evil and exhilarated by now
and I knew as soon as I mentioned my ass to him it would be more than my
loverboy could withstand.  Talking about my ass and how I liked having him
sniff and lick it never failed to make Colin shoot his wad.  Like father,
like son: We were both very definitely ass men.  Suddenly he stopped in his
tracks, buckled his knees, and moaned like something hurt bad.  People
maneuvered around us on the sidewalk.  But when Colin gasped, "Oh, fuck,
oh, my god!" jerking and thrashing like he was having a fit, pedestrians
turned their heads to look even as they continued to sweep past us.

Colin was spasming, his body wracked with what looked like pain.  His eyes
were squeezed tight shut and he was gritting his teeth, alternating with
loud intakes of breath through lips formed into a perfect "o."  Of course,
the 3 of us knew exactly what was happening and we were laughing and
snickering in nasty glee.  I can only imagine what people passing us must
have thought now, a boy who looked like he was about to collapse, holding
on to me tightly, while the three of us laughed at his contortions.

Colin leaned his head on my shoulder and gasped, his furrowed brow relaxing
into an expression of amusement and sweet release.

He murmured into my neck, "Dad, it's running down my legs."  He was now
giggling like hell.  "Is it dripping down 'em?  Can you see it?"

I looked but didn't see any nut clinging to his leg hairs.  But when I
lifted his shirt front I saw wet splotches soaking into the worn denim of
his shorts and shining on his tummy.  It looked spectacular.  As he took a
step away from where we stood, we both looked down and saw a few white
clots of pearly semen drop onto the pavement.  It shone with a mysterious,
milky light as it reflected the bright sunlight.  We continued on our way,
a sacred part of my son left behind on the pavement.

That was the best surprise of the day, Colin cumming right on the fucking
street, and busy Telegraph Avenue to boot, surrounded by crowds of
uncomprehending strangers.

When we got back to the van we did exactly what I told Colin we were going
to do.  Like usual, we made sure all the windows were rolled up and turned
the heater on, blasting it until it was like a sauna inside the van.  We
all liked to sweat and our mingled aromas created a locker-room ambience.
We all climbed into the back, got naked, and let the boys eat our asses out
before we did the same to them.  Afterwards, my brother and I both fucked
our boys and had a lot of fun doing it parked on the busy street.
Fortunately, our windows were tinted very dark and it was only with the
greatest effort that anyone could see in.  But we had a perfect view of
what was going on around outside.  That only made it all even better.  By
the time we were through and headed back up into the hills, the van was
filled with the smell of over-sexed males, a powerful, heady stink that
amped us up like speed.

Several times Matt had buddied up to younger kids he worked closely with at
the local summer camps and would invite them and their families over to our
house for swimming and maybe a barbecue.  We always teased Matt about this,
saying that he was turning the place into his own version of Michael
Jackson's Neverland estate.

Always, the family would enjoy their day spent with us, ultimately
comfortable with their kid spending the night at our place.  Matt's special
buddies adored him and he'd play and wrestle around with them until
bedtime.

Of course, when Matt had these sleep-overs we all had to be careful not to
do or say anything that would make the kids wonder about stuff.  It
definitely put a cramp in our usual loving activities, but it didn't happen
very often and we hated to ruin Matt's fun.

Matt knew the rules and how precarious our situation was.  To the best of
my knowledge, Matt never broke the rules and simply enjoyed hugging,
fondling, and curling up with a handsome little kid before they drifted off
to sleep.

Matt always kept the windows closed in his private bedroom so the room
would be super hot and stuffy when they went to bed.  Without any need for
making up a reason, Matt and his buddy would strip naked and eventually
climb under the cool sheet.  I know all this because his hidden video
cameras caught everything.

It was also very clear how much Matt liked being naked with these boys.  He
loved casually showing off his body with its enormous uncut dick swinging
between his legs and the boys were always awed by the size of it.

After his first little-buddy sleep-over, Matt came into our bedroom one
evening and he had shaved his pubes off.  The clan gave a collective groan
and Tim asked him why he'd done it.  We're all staunch advocates of leaving
pubes natural and lush.  We adults only trim ours only if they get out of
hand, and we've always loved the symbolic badge of maturity of our kids'
pubes.  So have they.

Matt explained that little kids were less likely to get spooked the first
time he showed his dick to them if he was smooth.  His pubic hair wasn't
extraordinarily thick or lush, but being smooth would be a comfort to
younger kids, cuz Matt would look more like they did.  It also made his
cock look monstrously thick and huge.  But he was right: his tall, lanky
body looked more childlike with his pubes shaved off.  He looked like an
overgrown little boy with an enormous prick, a truly godlike sight.

These kids really loved looking at Matt's whopper and talking to him about
their own dicks and sex in general.  Just goes to show how eager young kids
are for sex knowledge, so full of curiosity and wonder. The more they
talked, the better Matt liked it.  He always ended up getting hard, but the
kids did, too.  All those little boys loved seeing his dick, all the more
so because it was attached to their good buddy.  They acted like they were
in the presence of a superhero and most of them asked him if they could
touch it.

Matt would hem-and-haw about whether or not he should let them touch him
down there, but of course it was just a ruse.  The boys would always
repeatedly promise they wouldn't tell anyone and finally Matt would relent
and say, grudgingly, "Well, OK..."  They'd try to wrap their fists around
it and always commented on how hard and hot it felt in their small hands.

Matt would be smiling and looking at the kid's face, his eyes sparkling
with love and a healthy desire for deeper contact.  Once the boy fell
asleep, Matt would cautiously pull the sheet away from the boy's body and
look at him while he jacked off.  A few times he even smelled the boy's nut
sack or armpits or sneaked the boy's growing dick a quick lick.

Matt knew just how to do these gentle love-acts without waking the kids up.
They'd sigh and eventually roll over, more often than not turned towards
Matt.  Matt would stay completely still until he could hear the boy's
breathing relax in deep sleep again.  Then he'd finish up by busting his
nut all over the kid, cleaning him up afterwards by scooping as much of his
cum off the boy's pale white body as he could and swallowing it quickly.

In the morning when they'd wake up, Matt would tease the boy by pointing
out the dried cum streaks on the kid and telling him he must have had a wet
dream, nevermind the fact that most of these boys couldn't even cum yet.
These boys of Matt's would get embarrassed at first until Matt started
stroking his dick and telling the boy he always jacked off first thing in
the morning, that it was a healthy, natural thing for boys to do, and that
they should do it as often as they could.  Matt was a great mentor, no
question.

Invariably, once the kid saw his heroic friend Matt start in, he'd have a
next to impossible time keeping his hands off his own dick and soon there'd
be two fists working overtime in innocent boy-bonding while they got their
nuts, wet and dry, both.

Naturally, we all watched these videos with a lot of interest and
excitement.  Matt was so into his own scene that it got our blood pumping
fast, too; his pleasure was so palpable that it took our breath away.
Colin praised Matt for being so kind and loving to his little friends.
When he had a wild little 8 to 12 year-old in his bed, Matt was the best
buddy a boy ever had, gentle but playful as hell.

These weren't the only personal videos Matt shared with us.  When he was
around 14 1/2 and Adam and Lily were around 7 or 8 months old he filmed a
series of tapes that stunned us all with their passion and creativity.

He'd been busy with the camera for a few days and one night told us he had
something he wanted us to see.  He said that he knew we were all curious
about how he played with the babies and had taped some sessions that he
figured would answer any questions we might have.  It all sounded so much
like a documentary.  It made me laugh to hear him talking like we had no
idea what he was up to when he'd go into the babies' room, close the door
behind him, and emerge a while later looking disheveled and sweaty.  We had
a pretty good idea, but we actually didn't know specifically what went on.
He was right: We were curious, each for our own reasons and in our own way.

But the tape he showed us was more thrilling and detailed than we'd
imagined, certainly than I had imagined.

It began with Matt turning the cam on after he'd set it up on a tripod,
focusing on the bassinets and cribs that lined the walls of the room we
called "the nursery."  It looked to be about 2 in the afternoon from the
way the sun slanted through the windows.  The babes had been napping but
were already making tender sounds of awakening.  Toby, then 3 but soon to
be 4, napped in the same room on a twin bed.  He was still out like a
light.

As the film starts, Matt walks into the frame from behind the camera,
pulling his thin, stinky t-shirt over his head and tossing it aside onto
the floor.  His long, broad back faces the lens and as he approaches the
crib he shoves his shorts down his hips and lets them fall around his
ankles.  His ass glows in the light of the camera like an Autumn moon, warm
and romantic.  Without missing a beat, he steps out of the shorts, kicks
them aside and leans over the crib, his back still to the camera.

Matt towers over the crib, big as it is.  His 6'3" height makes the crib
seem very small for some reason, maybe because of how he presses and
lightly rubs himself against it while he looks down at little Adam and
Lily.

One hand is busy between his legs, jacking off of course, though you can't
see it happening on the tape. But his way his arm moves makes it clear what
he's doing.  He stays this way for a minute or so, frequently looking
off-screen to where Toby is still asleep on the bed.  It's great; you can
see his indecision over what to do, where to go next.  Just like a kid in a
candy shop.  Adorable, just fucking cute as hell.

He reaches down into the crib and lifts one of the babies up to eye level.
Dangling the naked baby in his excited, sweaty hands, Matt brings little
Adam's body close to his face and smells him up and down, stopping to blow
air against the little guy's tummy and making him chuckle.  As Adam laughs,
Matt kisses the baby all over, not quick little baby-kisses, but long,
sensuous, wet kisses, lot of licking and nibbling and rubbing his face all
over the baby's body, especially his tiny genitals.

Adam is cooing away, delighted by the loving caresses Matt's giving his
tiny body.  When Matt kisses him full on the lips it's a wild moment,
something few people have ever seen, I would imagine.  Here's an obviously
aroused teenage kid, making out with a baby boy and putting all his natural
sensuality into play.  His tongue licks Adam's little mouth and cheeks and
then he moves his face up to inhale the innocent smell of the baby's head.

When his face comes back to Adam's lips, Matt sticks his tongue ever so
gently and delicately into the baby's mouth.  The feeling must be amazing,
cuz you can tell that Matt has a hard time restraining his impulses.  But
in seconds he's got his face glued to Adam's, plunging his thick tongue all
around the inside of Adam's little mouth.  When he pulls back from the
spectacular kiss, saliva drips from both their chins and there's a shining
strand of it that stretches away from both their mouths before it breaks
and drips onto the floor.  Just incredible footage.

At that point, Mike chimed in, "Dude, you are fucking brilliant!  I could
make a fortune selling this tape, Pony!"  We all laughed.

"Pony", by the way, was the name Toby had begun to call Matt when he wanted
a piggy-back ride, although he still frequently called him "daddy."  We
picked up on it and it stuck.

Matt grinned lazily at Mike and said, "Hell yeah!" and then re-directed his
gaze back to the television, the age-old male code that means "shut up and
watch the show."

Adam is still cooing and babbling as Matt raises the baby up in his hands a
bit and engulfs Adam's tiny cock and balls in his big, hot mouth.  It sends
a shiver coursing through the baby's body and he stiffens in Matt's hands
for a moment before he relaxes and squirms ecstatically.  This all happens
as Matt's head bobs and swirls in a lovely ballet of wordless adoration.
Worship, actually.

Suddenly Matt gives a muffled gasp and his head jerks back with a slight
flinch.  But then he nods fast a few times, chuckling and huffing away, all
muffled by his mouth full of Adam's little package.  You can see Matt
swallowing as fast as he can as his happy mumbling increases in volume to a
love-enfeebled jumble of excited nonsense.  With a quick move he pulls his
face off Adam's weenie and gets a face full of pee.  Adam apparently
started pissing from the stimulation Matt was giving him.

Matt shifts into a higher gear now.  He laughs lovingly as Adam finishes
pissing, Matt directing the stream into his hair and all up and down his
chest before letting the baby finish with a few final squirts right into
his opened mouth.

Matt kisses the baby with a delighted, laughing "mmmwhaa!" on the forehead
and puts Adam back in the crib.

Then he tickles and makes loving baby sounds to Lily as he looks down on
her for a bit before picking her up and giving her the same loving
once-over.  I guess Lily didn't need to pee at that moment, so Matt licks
her little pussy all over, finally sticking the tip of his long, wet tongue
inside her tiny slit.  Lily shudders in his hands and her eyes get huge.
But when Matt starts flicking his tongue lightly over her tender labia,
Lily giggles and turns beet red from how hard she chuckles.

Matt hugs little Lily to his naked chest already streaked with sweat and
baby piss, and then lowers her in his long arms until her tiny pussy is
level with his huge, monstrous cock.  He zooms in on the image.

It's a startling sight because his erect prick is nearly half as long as
Lily's entire body.  We all gasped and snickered over how bold and
audaciously loving Matt was getting in this lewd performance, and he
laughed with a bit of embarrassment and a certain amount of masculine
pride.  I was so fucking impressed with him.

The scene ends and a new one starts.  Matt has moved the camera and the
angle is now closer to the floor.  The lens still peers head-on at Matt,
but the babies are now placed on their backs on the floor, lounging
comfortably on the crib's mattress pad.  You can see their little arms and
legs waving in the air as Matt touches and fondles them both, speaking
softly and sweetly to them all the while.  There's an almost surreal
quality to the whole scene, made even stronger by the fact that Matt's face
also looks dreamy and far-away in the slanting light of the afternoon.

He stands up, gazing down at them with so much love and desire on his face,
stroking his thick, hooded prick slowly and luxuriously.  Matt is clearly
entranced with his junk and plays with his body in ways that made us all
moan and stroke ourselves while we watched his performance.

He comes close to the camera and adjusts the angle a fraction of an inch,
ever the perfectionist when it comes to recording his sexual antics, then
backs up to where the babies are still cooing away flat on their backs.

He squats in front of them, obscuring the babes from the camera's
unflinching gaze while he stares at himself in the viewfinder, making all
sorts of wild facial contortions while he plays with himself.

As soon as he started in making those sexy faces, all of us on the bed
yelped - nearly in unison - about how much we all love seeing that unhinged
look guys get when they're having a particularly great jerk off session.
Stella added that girls do the same thing and Mike just grinned evilly at
her, nodding in complete agreement.  My brother smiled at Stella and leaned
over to give her cunt a quick lick and a kiss.

After a few minutes of Matt's juicy jack-off, he looks behind him and slurs
something sweet to the babies as he positions himself for the next
activity.  Ever so carefully, Matt squats lower and peers between his legs,
lifting and shoving his heavy cock to the side so he can see properly, then
lowers himself directly over the babies' heads until his pendulous balls
are brushing over their tender faces and silky hair.  Matt starts ooo-ing
and ahh-ing, eyes closed, pursing his lips and blowing out a steady stream
of air, lost in the heavenly sensations of his baby-loving.

He grinds his hips so slowly over them, whispering stuff to them that
nobody but Matt could know.  He zooms in so the whole screen is filled with
the image of red, hairy balls sliding over baby-soft flesh, bouncing
lightly right on top of their tiny button noses.  We could hear Matt
murmuring to the babies, telling them how much he loves them, telling them
what he wants.

"Smell my balls, yeah, get a good whiff of that...sniff how good they
smell...yeah, you'll love that smell when you grow up, Spooges, you'll love
the way my balls fuckin' stink when I don't shower for helluv days..."

Then, with a quick turn so his back's facing the camera, Matt spreads his
squatting legs even further apart and regains his balance before he speaks
again.

"Aaaahhhh, hell yeah...YEAH...that's my butthole, little guys, that's what
my nasty ass smells like!  Smell my butt for me...You like it, don'tcha,
you little sweeties, huh?"  He says all this in the way most people talk
when they're dangling a tasty treat or a favorite toy in front of a baby.

We could hear them burble as Matt grinds his butthole over their lips and
noses.  He continues hovering above them as he zooms out, letting us see
the whole scene once again.

It looked so fucking hot and transgressive that we all laughed with
giddiness.

"Damn, I don't know if I can watch this," Tim muttered.  I turned to look
at him, wondering if we had finally found something that would even offend
one of our tribe.  But it wasn't because he found anything offensive.  On
the contrary, my brother was so turned on by watching his son indulge one
of his favorite perversions that he had that 'I'm-gonna-cum-soon' gleam in
his eyes.

Matt just said, "There's not that much more.  Just watch."  He couldn't
take his eyes off the screen, and he sounded impatient with our
interruption.  We'd broken his concentration.

Then we all started taking turns jacking him off.  It was just impossible
not to want to feel that thick piece of meat in our hands while we watched
his little movie.

"You're so fucking whacked, bro," Mike laughed as he batted Toby's hand
away and grabbed his brother's big cock in his fist.  But even with all the
taunting Mike was doing, I noticed that he was the one who kept leaning
over to swallow his brother's fat sausage of a prick every few minutes.
For some reason, Mike liked to tease Matt about his having family fun with
the babies, even though it thrilled him nearly as much as his brother.

We went back to watching the remainder of the video.

When Matt finishes rubbing his hairy asshole on the babies his breath can
be heard getting faster and increasingly shallow as he moves into a new
position.  This time he's so into it that he doesn't even bother turning
the cam off to set up the new angle.  Instead, he moves hurriedly, turning
the whole crib mattress, babies included, all the way around so that their
little kicking feet are facing the camera.  Matt moves to stand in front of
their fuzzy heads, still stroking his prick.

Then he gets down on the floor and lies on his stomach, his hairy ass
facing the camera.  But the really important part is that between his
spread legs the babies heads are positioned so that while Matt fucks the
mattress, his balls can brush up against their heads with every backstroke.

>From experience, we guys all understood the reasoning for this, and I
noticed we were all nodding our heads slightly.  It feels awesome to have a
wad of blankets or a pillow in that same spot while you hump.  The novelty
of using the babies to provide this added stimulation was wildly funny and
exciting to us.  We congratulated Matt on his creativity.

On the TV screen, he turns and looks over his shoulder a few times and it's
a fucking sexy look.  His bangs are in his face and he tosses them back
with each glance.

Now, at this time Matt was wearing braces on his teeth to correct a slight
misalignment, and the glint of all that metal in his slack-jawed, panting,
teenage mouth was just so fucking hot.  I loved the brief time Matt wore
braces.  It made him look even younger and more classically youthful.  It
meant no blow jobs from him for a while but we still fed him our loads
regularly, so it's not like he had to go without.  Plus, when he had a
mouthful of someone's cum, seeing it all over the wires in his mouth just
made my heart pound like a drum.  Tim was in full agreement with me on that
one.

On the TV, Matt was still grinding away, lurching up on his long arms every
once in a while, turning his increasingly red face to peer over his
shoulder at the babies and the viewfinder.  Then back down onto the floor
with his chest pressed against the crib mattress, hips bucking up and down,
ass hairs gleaming with sweat.

I was so entranced with what I was seeing that I kept forgetting that the
hot boy in the video was laying within easy reach.  I rolled over towards
him and played with his moist asshole while I watched him fuck the floor in
the video.  Every time I pulled my fingers away I'd sniff them, getting a
complete head-rush from the aromatic stink of his teenage shitter.  Matt
smelled amazing, no question about it.  Fertile, earthy, swampy.

We paused the movie so we could expend some of the pent-up horniness Matt's
movie was making us feel.

We all pretty much descended on Matt, kissing and licking and sucking on
him, me on his ass, of course, pulling at the fragrant hairs with my teeth.
Matt was moaning while I ate him out.

Toby had swung himself around so he could sit on Matt's face, bouncing up
and down as Matt spread his buttcheeks wide and plunged his tongue into our
little boy's virgin hole with a hunger that nearly made me cum.  Toby was
getting all sweaty and laughing like a little, wild, almost 4 year-old
hyena.

Mike accidentally hit the 'play' button on the remote with his knee as he
straddled Sherry and began to fuck her with increasing force, making the
bed pulse beneath us like an overly-excited heart.  The TV popped back into
life and it startled us with the noise of Matt huffing and moaning while he
humped the little mattress.

On screen, Matt was really going at it, grinding and rotating his hips to
get maximum contact with Adam and Lily's tiny heads against his swollen
nuts.  We heard Toby say something off screen as Matt's head turns fast to
look at him.  Still humping like a madman, Matt motions Toby over to him
and in seconds our little naked mac-daddy is standing beside Matt's heaving
body.

Toby has a boner from watching Matt "get sexy" (as Toby calls it) and his
little prick juts out like a Roman emperor's erect thumb, only smaller.  He
pushes his little hips forward and Matt cracks up, raising his head just
far enough to swallow Toby's junk, cock and balls both, in an
all-encompassing oral embrace.

Toby tosses his head backwards and giggles as Matt slurps noisily all over
his crotch.  A minute or so of this is all Toby has time for before he
races off screen and Matt watches what he's up to, his hips slowing down
while his concentration is on the boy.

Toby skips back into frame and he's got a couple of "wackys" in his hands.
One is a little anal probe about 4 inches long, not too thick, that Toby
could take in easily now without any discomfort.  We'd been letting him
play with our various sex toys for some time now, picking and choosing
whichever ones felt good to him.  He already knew how to use most of them
from seeing us put them to use, so we figured why not?

The other toy is a large dildo, fat and maybe 9" long.  Toby spits on it
and then licks the dildo, studying it carefully, his cherubic face serious
and thoughtful, making sure that it's shiny with his spit, something he'd
watched his brothers and daddies do whenever we played with the "wackys."

During this lubing-up process, Matt gets up on his hands and knees, turning
so we see his body in profile.  He aims the remote at the cam and it zooms
in again, the screen now full of Matt's hairy ass with the big dildo
touching the lips of his pouting anus.  Toby's little hand grasping the
huge fuck-toy looks obscenely sexy, cuz the dildo is almost as long as
Toby's entire forearm.

Matt says, "Tell me what you are, baby."

Toby chuckles and says, "I'm your boyfriend!"  He says it like it's part of
their private call-and-response litany, almost like a cheer.  Hot as hell.

Then Toby says, "The babies look so cute..." like he means it, and it's a
tender, sensual moment.  It's still in close up of Matt's asshole with the
spit-slicked dildo aimed at it held by an angel's hand, and it gets silent
for a moment.  It only adds to the tenderness of Toby's words.  You can
imagine any number of things happening during that silence and it gives
your mind a moment to take it all in.  An unintentional little pause but a
stroke of brilliance nonetheless.

At the end of it, Matt zooms out to a medium shot, still close enough for
his and Toby's bodies to fill the screen.  You can't see the babies but you
can hear them.  Matt scrambles around looking for something, turning his
torso from side to side and finally leans way out of frame and grabs
something.  When his hand comes back into frame it's got a pacifier in it.
He repositions the babies on the mattress so they're in profile now, too,
then he scoots himself up until he's straddling the babies' legs.

Lily eagerly takes the pacifier and begins to suckle it, leaving Matt's
hands free to pull his foreskin into a tight, little nipple and offer it to
Adam to suck.  Which he does, quite lustily.  You can hear soft sucking
sounds and finally Matt thinks to zoom-out a bit more, allowing us to get
an eyeful of baby Adam sucking on his foreskin while Matt bucks gently back
and forth.

Lily begins to make noises of protest over the fact that she's not getting
any milk from the pacifier.  Matt rasps out to Toby that they have to hurry
cuz the babies need to be fed.  Toby nods and throws his little arms around
Matt's neck and sticks his squirmy, pink tongue in Matt's big mouth,
kissing him like a little lover.  He climbs all over Matt and it's a very
funny image.

Much like our family mutt 'Pud', Toby is a perpetual leg-humper.  Give him
something to press against and he's off and running, humping for all he's
worth until he stiffens and jerks like a marionette, enjoying the thrill of
his dry orgasm.  He does this every chance he gets and we all marvel at how
many times each day Toby gets himself off.  I think we're all sort of
jealous that he can do it so frequently and so quickly.  To the best of my
knowledge, 11 times in one day is his official record, but that didn't
happen until Toby was 6.  Ah, youth.

Back to the video.  Matt says, "OK, Spooge, when I'm up-and-over put it in
me."  He says this quietly, most of his attention centered on himself and
how good he knows he's going to make himself feel in a matter of seconds.
Really hot.

He lies down on his supple back next to the babies and throws his legs up
into the air before lowering them down over his head.  Within seconds,
Matt's lapping the shiny purple head of his cock as he inches it into his
gaping mouth, his fist pulling back on his foreskin.  As soon as he's got
the head inside his mouth his eyes close and he wraps his lips around his
prick, humming and moaning in delicious pleasure, swallowing a good third
of his shaft.  The size of it stretches even Matt's mouth as he tries to
get more down his throat.

Toby giggles and bends his curly head down to watch Matt suck himself off.
It looks so sweet and loving, really adorable.  Matt nods and grunts and
Toby scurries into position, shoving the dildo smoothly up Matt's hungry
asshole.  Matt groans until it's all the way in and then Toby starts
fucking him with it.  Matt roars deep in his chest, sucking and tonguing
his dick harder and faster.

Toby lets go of the dildo shoved up his "daddy's" shitter and Matt leaves
it hanging there, waiting for Toby to resume the thrusting.  But Toby is
occupied with his own games and Matt has to do it himself.  While he
pistons the dildo in and out of his asshole, Toby is slowly stuffing
himself with the little ridged anal probe.  He yelps and pants in his tiny
Munchkin voice, sighing and whimpering as he bounces up and down on it like
he's sitting in a Jolly Jumper, those contraptions they make for babies to
amuse themselves with.

Both boys are close to being out of their heads now.  Toby kneels and rubs
his hard little dick against Matt's lower back, Matt still sucking his own
cock and fucking himself with the dildo.  Toby is humping Matt's back while
pushing the probe in and out of his tiny, pink hole.  The sounds coming
from them are exquisite, a duet of baritone and soprano voices bellowing
out the wordless music of love and physical pleasure.

Matt quickly spits his dick out and barks, "Get ready, Toby!" like they've
done this a thousand times before and Toby knows just what to get ready
for.  The little horndog scoots backwards fast so his big boyfriend can
lower his legs and sit up.  Once he's in a sitting position, Matt grabs
Toby and spins him around so his back is to Matt and holds the little tyke
close to his sweat-soaked body as they both jack themselves off, faster and
faster.

Matt pulls Toby's shivering body close and buries his nose between his tiny
ass-cheeks, sniffing and licking the probe as it appears and disappears
inside Toby's ass.  Toby starts whining, a high-pitched keening that drives
Matt wild.

With Toby now standing, straddling Matt's legs while being held in his
sloppy embrace, they both race to the finish.  Matt throws his head back
and starts trembling as his entire body gets primed for shooting.  He
slobbers on Toby's neck and runs his face all over the little guy's head
and back as Toby keeps giggling mindlessly.

Matt pulls the fat dildo out of his ass and swipes it across Adam and
Lily's tummies, sticks his index finger up his ass and wiggles it around,
then pulls it out and rubs it under Toby's nose.  Toby grunts when he does
this, running his little freckled nose back and forth across Matt's
greasy-looking finger, eyes half-lidded in little-boy sexiness.

It's still not nasty enough for these two amazing kids, and Matt gently but
determinedly sticks his ass-slicked finger up Toby's nostrils just a little
ways.

"Just to make sure.  So you can smell me all night, little baby boyfriend,"
he mutters.  Toby doesn't even hear him, just keeps rubbing his stiff
little weenie, making a high-pitched whine.

Matt pulls the probe out of Toby's butthole and tosses it aside, hurrying
to replace it with the same finger he just pulled out of his own ass.  Toby
squeals when it goes in and then he laughs breathily.  It sounds so healthy
and sexy, a little toddler sighing in bliss from how good his body feels.
Matt pulls it out and sniffs it like he's snorting coke, a huge chestful of
freshly-invaded little-boy butthole, then shoves his finger up his own
nostrils and rotates it, making sure to coat the sensitive membranes.

He laughs like he's on acid.  "All I can smell is your ass now, Spooge.
Fuck, I love you, baby, I fucking love you so much you can't even believe
it."

Toby isn't even listening, too involved in his own race.  Matt starts
rubbing his little thighs and pulls Toby down so he's on his knees between
Matt's legs.  As soon as Matt touches him his little face screws up like
he's got shampoo in his eyes, and his body thrashes and jerks while he
dry-cums in Matt's protective, loving arms.

That's all it takes for Matt.  He pushes Toby off him and tells him to lie
down on his back between the increasingly restless babies.  It helps make
for an awesome soundtrack.  Toby staggers into place and Matt faces them,
up on his knees, not touching his dick now.  The thing looks alive, jerking
and twitching like a caged animal ready to pounce.

As soon as Toby is in place, Matt sort of lowers his body over the 3 little
kids, looking like a great, monstrous spider arching over them.  He
supports his weight with his hands and feet, just brushing his hard cock
over the bodies beneath him.  As he does it, his hairy ass and legs add
even more to the image of a hovering spider.  Maybe it's because his limbs
keep bending at weird sharp angles as he grinds back and forth, then
side-to-side, always keeping contact between cock-and-baby flesh.  His
hairy ass spreads, then tightens, and you can almost feel the cum boiling
in his balls as they slap and slide against the kids under him.

He starts groaning in that hoarse, throaty sound that teenagers make, the
sound of boys about to cum.  Arching his back even higher before flattening
out just fractions of an inch above them, he jerks his head back and then
forward with a snap.  His body convulses as his cock spews out the first
piss-blast of cum.  It seems to whip across Toby because he's the only one
that flinches from the sudden bath of warm, slippery sperm, his legs giving
a slight kick before they writhe back and forth on the floor in bliss.

But Matts' got 2 more squirts in him before he starts in with the usual
little spurts that follow.  He whips his hips back and forth and we can see
ribbons of jizz unfurl and snap as they splash across all 3 kids like a
fireman's hose.  The babies suddenly quiet down as Matt finishes up
emptying his nuts by kneeling back on his haunches, flinging the last
strands of spooge well past the mattress.

Then he just drags Toby forward on the crib mattress until he clears the
babies and collapses on top of him, humping our little fella slower and
slower as his orgasm diminishes.  He kisses Toby with a good, deep
boyfriend-kiss, lots of open mouths and flashing tongues.  Sexy and tender
as hell.  Very, very loving.  They roll over, Matt on his back clutching
and stroking Toby as the little boy drapes himself, spent, over his teenage
lover's hairy, sweat-soaked body, hugging and stroking him.

The babies start fussing and Matt gently rolls Toby off him.  They both sit
up and look at Adam and Lily, swirling the cum all over their tiny bodies.
Toby bends down, smells them, sits back up, and giggles.

"They smell like your sperm, Pony!"  He finds this hilarious for some
reason and Matt just grins at him with a lop-sided smile, kisses him once
more on the lips, and then calls out in his brash, teenage voice, more a
bray than a statement.

"Hey, Stella!  Mom!  The babies are awake and they want sumthin'!"  By now
Matt's up and out of camera range, but you can hear him repeat all this as
he yells down the stairs to Stella and Sherry.

Toby's still sitting next to the babies, diddling Adam's little stub of a
dick and then petting Lily's pink pussy.  Lily chuckles and Toby giggles,
bending down to kiss their tiny genitals.

Matt comes back into the room, says something to Toby who looks up at him
with love and devotion all over his face - not to mention the jizz ropes
that still frost it.  As Matt steps to the front of the camera to shut it
off, the final image is a close up of Matt's cock and balls, hanging like a
fucking hammer between his hairy legs.  A pearl of cum dangles from the
piss slit, but the hottest thing is the ridge of semen that circles his
foreskin, oozing out of the narrow gap.  Then the screen goes black.

By the end of the tape, we were all just lying there feeling wiped out and
frenzied at the same time.

Anyway.

The period I want to tell about is right around the time of the boys'
graduation from high school.

Mike had recently turned 18 and Colin was only a few months shy of his own
18th birthday.  Matt was around 16 1/2, Stella was going on 20, Toby was
already nearly 5 1/2, Adam and Lily were a tad over 2, and Erin and Zach
were not quite 1.  Sherry and I were 47 and my brother was soon to be 39.

About 2 weeks before they graduated, Mike told us that he wanted to have a
huge grad party at the house for his friends.  We knew that teenage parties
never end up being just those who were invited, that word of mouth gets out
and tons of kids show up.  We were OK with that and told Mike we'd let him
and Colin have their party, but they had to be responsible for their guests
and for making sure our private rooms and spaces stayed that way - private.

Both boys swore up and down that they'd be good hosts and wouldn't let
anything outrageous happen.  From the way they were talking, we adults
figured out pretty quickly that the boys were hoping we'd take the cue and
realize they wanted the house to themselves for the night.

Well, we took the cue and told the kids we'd spend the night at the
Claremont Hotel in Berkeley, a huge, sprawling complex that was a favorite
of ours.  The boys thanked us for our understanding and trust and swore
that everything would be OK.

Matt and Stella were a little bent out of shape when they heard us tell the
boys we'd let them have the house to themselves for their party.  Matt
wanted to be there and Stella was freaked out by the idea of a herd of
drunken teenagers wrecking the house.  The smaller kids couldn't have cared
less, and when we told Matt that he and Toby could share their own bed,
Matt stopped complaining, too.

Colin was very understanding with Matt about his hurt feelings.  He told
Matt that this was his and Mike's special party to mark the end of their
high school careers, and that when Matt was ready to graduate in a couple
of years, Colin would help him plan a party that was even more kick-ass.
Then he kissed Matt tenderly and told him he loved him.

Mike had a different approach.  He sneered at Matt and said, "Just shut up
and stop whining, Pony, you'll be too busy fucking off with the babies to
even care, so why the hell are you bitching?"

Matt started to mouth off back at Mike but Tim intervened and they quickly
dropped it. The plan had been OK'd and that was that.

Tim and I helped the boys prepare for the big party the weekend before the
event.  They planned on starting the party the following Saturday around 4
p.m. with a barbecue, with no official end-of-party time.

We knew the kids were all going to get wasted, so we helped them out by
supplying half-a-dozen or so kegs of beer and opening up our hard liquor
cabinet to the boys.  In addition, I offered them as much weed as they
wanted.  I always have at least a pound or two of good weed on hand.  I
sell it to my close friends, but mostly it's all for family fun.  Everyone
in our clan smokes out, even little Toby.  The only ones who don't are the
babies and toddlers.  Of course, there's never any pressure to smoke out
and if anyone doesn't want to, that's no problem.  It's just that we all
like the pleasant stupor of weed combined with great loving.

Colin mentioned - and Mike strongly seconded - the possibility of my
providing the party with hits of Ecstasy.  I had to think about that one
for a minute, but Mike reminded me about the great video footage he'd get
if all the kids at the party were on X.  I laughed and agreed to have X
available for one and all.  But we also cautioned Colin and Mike about how
important it was for them to not get as fucked up as the other kids so they
could keep an eye on what was happening.  I also made sure to tell them to
have the kids drink plenty of water if they were going to do X.

By the end of the week, Sherry had made our reservation at the Claremont
and the house looked festive and comfortable.  We'd stocked the freezers
and refrigerators with as much variety of favorite teen foods as we could
think of.  The boys helped with the shopping.

The official guest list was limited to around 60 kids but we all knew more
would show up.  After a few last minute checks on the video equipment and
making sure the proper doors were locked and secure, Sherry and I got
everyone loaded up into our cars and headed down the hill to the Claremont.
It felt odd to leave Mike and Colin alone in the house and in charge of
supervising a big party.  But after warning them about their friends
drinking and driving and all the other usual parental stuff, we trusted
them and hoped for the best.

We outcasts had a great evening on the town, first having an early dinner
and then going to see a family film, something unbearable that the smaller
ones wanted to see.  I think it was a Disney cartoon, I don't really
remember.  I fell asleep in the theatre and never enjoyed a Disney film so
much.

Afterwards, we stopped at a caf^Â and had a snack, then went back to our
hotel rooms.  We'd booked adjoining suites, so we could come and go as we
pleased.  Sherry and I slept in one room with Adam and Lily, Tim and Stella
in another with Erin and Zach, while Matt and Toby slept in a second bed in
Tim's room.  I don't know if Matt and Toby could be heard as clearly in the
hallway as we could hear them from our room, but I had to tell them to keep
it down.  It sounded like someone was being tickled to death, loud piercing
laughter punctuated by gasps and loud moans.

Tim and Stella were pretty much useless because they were glued together
fucking as soon as they got the door closed.  Sherry and I fucked, dozed,
fucked, dozed, over and over most of the night.  Around 4 a.m. I went into
Tim's room so I could get a piece of him.

He was sprawled on top of the blankets and the bed looked like a crime
scene.  The blankets and sheets were half-ripped off the bed and even the
bedside lamp had been knocked over.  Stella was curled up in a fetal
position at Tim's side.

When I turned to look at Matt and Toby in their bed, I had to stifle a
laugh.  Toby was flat on his back with his head leaning against the
headboard and his little legs spread wide open.  Matt was also on his back
with his head wedged between Toby's legs.  They both looked like they had
passed out after exhausting themselves with love-play, and from their
positions I could tell what their last game had been before sleep overtook
them.

Matt loved having Toby raise his sweet little butt up some so he could lap
at Toby's hole while they both jacked themselves off in this position.
Matt was a great butt-muncher and he loved sucking Toby's ass almost as
much as he loved having his own fragrant asshole sniffed and licked.  I
didn't see much evidence of Matt's cum, so I knew that they had gobbled
down most of it.

Toby was as much of a cum-hound as Colin had been when he was Toby's age.
It pleased me to see another generation of young kids savoring and
venerating semen like we all did.

Looking at them made me remember what I'd come into their room for.  My
head swung back to Tim laying spread-eagled on the bed.  His fuzzy ass
looked murky from the hair that dusted his firm, meaty cheeks.  I knew how
good he'd smell and taste after fucking Stella senseless, so I eased myself
down onto the bed and scooted into my usual ass-sniffing position.

When I placed my hands on those cool, hairy orbs and spread them open, Tim
sighed and hiked one leg up, actually opening his shitter to me even wider.
When my face was hovering about 10 inches above his hole, I could already
smell his rich, musky smell, warm and fertile.  The taste was even more
complex.  My brother had the best ass in the world as far as I was
concerned.

I guess my tongue was tickling him, cuz he cleared his throat and tried to
roll over.  But my strong hands prevented him and that woke him up, more or
less.

"What the fuck...?" he said groggily, not sure for a few seconds where he
was or who had their mouth glued to his hole.

"Shhhhh..." I whispered, letting my hands rub and grope him, burrowing into
all the fragrant, moist nooks and crevices of his mouth-watering body.

"Ah, man...that feels so fucking good," he groaned softly as I got ready to
stick my aching dick inside his head.

"Suck your bro's cock, baby," I cooed at him, offering him my hard,
dripping meat and rubbing the precum all over his full lips.

Swallowing me to my pubes, Tim sucked me off 'til I spewed a fucking
massive load all over his face.  Lots of it splashed his pillow, and I
remember getting a nasty thrill thinking about the housekeeping staff
discovering the stains later in the morning after we had checked out.

I kissed him and tasted my seed on his breath, then went back to grab a few
more hours of sleep beside my wife.

I had told the front desk that I wanted a wake-up call at 8 a.m. on Sunday
morning, and when the phone rang I answered it immediately.  I was already
awake and anxious to get back home.  I wondered what would greet us.

I went into the other room and woke Tim and Stella up, telling them to
rouse the rest of the kids, then returned to Sherry and woke her.  After we
all had a morning fuck we ate a light breakfast in one of the hotel's
restaurants before we headed up into the hills back to our home.

Even from a block away we could see that the party hadn't broken up yet.
The streets were still lined with unfamiliar cars, here and there a gap
from kids who had already taken off.

We parked our cars as near our house as possible and as we came up to our
front walk I saw a pale, skinny kid, about 16 or 17 years-old, wearing a
baggy pair of dingy boxers and nothing else.  His hair was sticking up in
all directions and he was smoking a cigarette, eyes hidden behind cool
shades.  He seemed to be staring at our all-ages troupe and as we started
up our front walk he sat down on the steps and leaned back on his elbows,
blowing out a cloud of blue-gray smoke.

"Who're you?" he asked in a slightly snotty tone.  I could smell him from
where I stood about 3 feet away.  Alcohol, stale sweat, and sex.

I chuckled to myself.

"Who the hell are YOU?  We live here, buddy.  I'm Colin's father."

The kid stood quickly if a bit shakily and hissed out his breath.

"Oh, shit..." I heard him mumble.  Then, speaking louder, he said, "Uhm,
there's still lots of people here.  Maybe you better wait out here and I'll
go tell Colin you're back."

He didn't even wait for me to answer, just started to go for the front
door.

"Whoa, slow down, kid.  It's OK."  I was smiling now and the punk seemed to
relax.  He leaned against the wall next to the doorway.

"Go ahead and finish your smoke, dude.  You look like you had a rough
night."

The kid smiled a crooked grin at me and grunted, "You got no idea..." as he
choked back a nasty snicker.

I pushed past him and walked into the entry and foyer area.  I was amazed
by what I saw.  It looked like fucking Jonestown.

There were bodies everywhere I looked, most of them in the living room.
About a third of the kids were naked and the rest were in varying stages of
undress.  The first thing I thought of was the aftermath of the big party
scene in the movie "Kids."  It looked just like that.  All those ripe,
teenage bodies draped over each other, arms and legs akimbo and twined
together in the heavy sleep of sex and drugs.

With only a cursory glance, I figured there must be 20 to 30 boys and girls
crashed out on the sofas and armchairs and carpeted floor.  I continued
moving through the ground floor of the house, room by room, finding more
kids snoring and drooling as they slept off the ravages of the night
before, slumped or sprawled in the hallways and rooms.

I heard someone behind me and turned to see Sherry looking around her with
open-mouthed shock.

"Must have been a fucking great party!" I whispered to her, half in jest,
half in dismay.  I was keeping my voice down so the kids wouldn't wake up
yet.  I still had business to attend to.

Tim joined us at that moment, followed immediately by Matt holding Toby in
his arms.  Toby looked sort of scared at seeing all these downed bodies in
his home.  Matt was grinning like a clown.

"Musta been a rager!" he mumbled, bouncing Toby in his arms so he'd feel
safe.

I told them to go look upstairs and report back to me what they found as I
went back towards the living room.  First I opened the front door, looking
for the snotty kid who'd greeted us.  He was sitting on the front lawn now.
I walked over to him and tossed him a joint.  He caught it, looked at it,
then looked up at me.  I couldn't see his eyes behind his shades, but I
could tell he was confused as hell.

"Smoke that, dude.  It'll make you feel better.  Don't come back inside
until you smoke the whole fuckin' thing, right?"  I said it in my best
friendly/threatening voice, the one kids know better than to question.  He
nodded at me, still looking totally dazed, and then mumbled, "thanks."

I quickly walked back inside and veered into the living room.  In the TV
cabinet there was a large, deep drawer where I had a video cam stashed.  I
went for it and hooked it up to an adaptor and plugged the long extension
into the wall.  The cam immediately snapped into action and I turned it on,
letting the cam slowly roam the room, capturing every exquisite detail of
this Bosch-like painting made flesh.

On the carpet, a shaggy brown-haired boy, long and lean, lay on his
stomach, nude except for his boxers, one leg draped with the leg of a sexy,
naked blond boy who had his hand between his girlfriend's legs, who in turn
had her hand shoved between his.  Her bra was still on, shoved down below
her tits like they couldn't even wait to get completely undressed before
they fucked.  They looked awesome, even doing nothing.  Their poses said it
all.

On the sofa lay 3 kids, a boy at each end with a girl sitting sprawled
between them.  One of the boys had his jeans and boxers shoved down to his
ankles with his t-shirt hanging around his neck.  His arms were thrown back
over his head and his legs were spread just enough for me to zoom in on his
hairy asshole.  I moved quietly so I could lean down over him, sniffing his
fairly skunky pits before moving down and around in front of the sofa to
lean my face between his legs to get a whiff of his ass.

I was stopped in my tracks by something even more intoxicating, more
fragrant: The stink of this kid's balls.  The smell was musky and sweaty,
ripe with the aroma of adolescent sex.  It's a primal smell, the smell of a
young animal letting its pack know it's ready to breed.  I breathed in
deeply so many times I started to feel light-headed.  My senses were
tingling by the sights surrounding me and I was aroused as hell.

Pretty much throwing caution to the wind for the moment, I hauled out my
hard dick and started stroking, inhaling the superb stink of the boy's
balls.  This is a particular turn-on amongst us clan-wide.  We all love the
smell of balls, especially after several days of not bathing.

During the summers and vacations when the boys could get away with it, we
cut down showering to once a week, sometimes a little longer.  That was
just for us guys.  The ladies still bathed every day or so, knowing that we
all liked them to smell feminine and clean.  Our women loved our smells, so
it was no problem and they told us they liked keeping clean more than guys,
anyway.  Of course, if we had some function to go to or a house party or
whatever we'd all bathe and be squeaky clean.

But the stink of sweaty balls?  God, it was such a head rush to smell this
kid's aroma.  Most sacks smell pretty much alike, some just stronger than
others, mostly.  Though there are some variations.  Take it from me, I'm a
pro at sniffing balls.

The basic stink is a rich mixture of scents all built on a foundation of
sweat.  But what makes the smell so sensual and so fucking sexy is the
spicy combination of cumin, curry, cardamom, with -- depending on how ripe
they are -- a zesty hint of chili powder undertones.  All us guys loved
groping our balls and rubbing our cocks against our forearms when we jacked
off, sniffing our palms and arms to savor our amazing odors.  Lots of times
we'd compare, and that was always an amazing experience.

Anyway, I took a few more good whiffs, put my cock away, then stood up and
continued filming.  A few of the kids were beginning to stir now, so I
unplugged the cam and took it upstairs.  No one had come to tell me what
they'd found, so I decided to go see for myself.

As I climbed the stairs, I hoped that the boys had respected our wishes and
not allowed anyone into our private, communal bedroom.  To my mind, our bed
was a more-or-less sacred site, the locus of all the wonderful things that
had blossomed into existence since we had committed to sharing our bed and
lives with one another.

As I walked down the hall to our room I checked to make sure the Priapus
and Venus shrines had not been disturbed and felt a breath of relief escape
my chest when I found their doors still locked.  Continuing down the
hallway, I made a detour to the left and walked down the hallway that led
to the boys' private bedrooms.  Both doors were wide open and there were
people on both beds.

I stuck my head inside the doorway of Colin's room and saw my beautiful son
and lover naked in the center of his bed.  Next to him lay a very pretty
girl, maybe 14 or 15, also naked as a jaybird.  Her little hairy pussy
looked adorable and I hoped that Colin had filled her up good with his
sperm.  On his other side was his friend, Manuel, a 16 year-old sophomore
Latino boy that Colin had been having casual, friendly sex with for a few
months.  The 3 of them looked so peaceful and content, renewing their
strength with deep, oblivious sleep.

Across the hallway was Mike's room, and I had to laugh when I looked in.
Mike was surrounded by passed out girls in various stages of undress.  He
was stark naked and his hand was grasping his junk, like he had half-woken
up during the night and played with himself for a while before he sailed
back to dreamland. But now the position of his hand looked like he was
coyly protecting his cock from the sight of all those hungry girls.  It was
funny as hell but also very sexy.  I plugged the vid cam into the wall
socket and got it on tape.  Mike looked like a naked rock star surrounded
by adoring groupies.  I wondered how far off from reality that description
really was.

I figured Mike had done his duty several times over during the course of
the party.  Mike never turned down an opportunity to screw a hot chick and
here he was in bed with a number of very attractive ones, fortified with
our commandment to go forth and be fruitful.  The multiplying part, we'd
just have to wait and see.

The day before the party, my brother and I had taken Mike and Colin out for
a drive, ostensibly so we could mess around at the Berkeley Marina in a
spot we had found that was rarely visited by anyone else.  We'd get stoned,
jack off and make-out, maybe even get out of the car and trade blow jobs.
If we felt the place was safely deserted, my brother and I would even treat
our sons to some good, al fresco butt-fucking under the sun.

But our actual reason for this special little jaunt was to give them some
guidance about what we hoped to get from their party.

We told them that they should try to get with as many girls as they could
during the party, with the hope that they'd get at least a couple of the
girls pregnant.  We had always warned the boys about unprotected sex, but
in this situation we were relying on them to use their common sense and
fuck whatever girls they pretty much knew were not promiscuous or using
birth control.  The fewer the partners, the less likelihood of any
diseases.  Plus, these girls were all kids still and hadn't really had time
yet to become promiscuous.

Colin interrupted me.

"You're saying you WANT us to get them pregnant?"  He seemed amused and
confused simultaneously.

"Yeah, babe.  And if it works, we'll be happy to pay for the girls' medical
care during their pregnancies and we'll adopt the babies as soon as they're
born.  We'd even be willing to meet with the girls' parents to hash out the
details, maybe even offer some cash to carry it through."

Mike was nodding with a knowing look on his face.

"Yeah, I see where you're going.  I get it.  That's an awesome plan, Uncle
Cal, I gotta hand it to ya!"

Tim was excited and he jumped into our little talk.

"We'll just act like we're totally anti-abortion and value all life,
blah-blah-blah.  The parents will feel bad going against our religious
beliefs and they'll be more likely to let their kid carry the baby to term.
And with us offering to pay for everything and take the baby, too...  well,
there's just no good reason to refuse the deal!"  Timmy was bright-eyed and
eager for the plan to happen, I could tell.

Colin let out a long breath of air, looking at me before he spoke.

"Baby, that's totally tight!  We can bring new blood into the clan that
way, and it'll be easy to do.  Hell yeah, that's awesome!"  He looked at
Mike and they both busted up.

"Mike, here's your perfect opportunity!  Our dads are giving us permission
to go fuck-nuts!"  Both boys were whooping it up now.

Colin added, "God, I love our family!  Who else would advise their kids to
GET girls knocked up, instead of worrying about how to prevent it from
happening?!  We're living in the best of all possible worlds, dude!"

We all laughed our asses off.  But the plan was a good one and the boys
promised to do their best to fulfill their mission.  I told them to keep it
on the down-low from Sherry and Stella, just for a kick.  If all went as
planned, we'd spring the news on them as a wonderful surprise.

Now, I was tempted to rouse Mike, take him into the bathroom and pump him
for info on how many girls he'd filled with that fat, veiny dick of his.
But that could wait until later.

Nevertheless, it was time for our boys to get up and start putting the
house in order.  I moved quietly to the bed and gently stuck 2 fingers
inside one of the girl's pussies.  She was pretty dry but she murmured and
sighed and shifted her position a bit, spreading her legs a little so I
could go in deeper.  I noticed that my fingers had brought a faint smile of
pleasure to her drug-blurred face and when I softly withdrew them, she
automatically pouted.  God, kids are so fucking cute!

I sniffed the rich, ocean smell of well-fucked cunt and then shoved my
fingers under Mike's nose.  He didn't notice, so I moved his hand off his
dick and gave him a good, healthy, avuncular grope.  That did the trick.
His eyelids fluttered open and he looked at me, a dazed look that quickly
turned into a shit-eating grin.  I put my fingers back under his nose and
raised my eyebrows, silently giving him my opinion like a mute
pussy-connoisseur.

He nodded and chuckled quietly as he stretched, exposing his dark-haired
pits to me and enticing me to take a whiff.  I motioned for him to sit up
and when he did I embraced him and kissed his handsome mouth.  Mike rubbed
my hard cock a few times as we swapped kisses, then pulled himself
backwards and laughed as he flung himself out of bed.  Immediately, he
turned his attention to the girls and started tickling them and calling
fairly loudly, telling them that it was time for them to get their asses
out of his bed.  He quickly turned his head back to me and smiled with a
sexy leer.  I laughed, too, as I left him to his work.

Just as I was walking towards our communal room, Sherry stepped out of the
doorway and smiled at me, motioning me with her head to come take a look.

I just about jogged to our bedroom door, anxious to see what was happening.

In those few seconds as I jogged to the doorway I was disappointed and
pissed-off because the boys hadn't protected our private sanctuary and had
allowed strangers into our room.  But when I got a good look at the scene
my heart melted and my cock throbbed itself into what I call "hammer time."
It felt like I could pound nails with my dick when I got that hard.

Eight fucked-up teenagers, 4 boys and 4 girls, lay in a tangled heap on our
giant bed.  They were all naked and had clearly fucked and sucked
themselves into oblivion.  Half a dozen or more used condoms lay on the
floor around the bed and the boys hadn't bothered to tie them off.  Semen
had leaked out of all of them and there were little dark puddles seeping
into the floorboards.

The girls and 1 of the boys had dried cum tracks all around their mouths
and faces.  Two girls had dried wads of it in their hair.  Again, I plugged
the cam in and got lots of good footage.  The boy looked especially
spectacular, sleeping with an angelic expression on his handsome, boyish
face, with dried cum caked all over his mouth and cheeks.  The camera ate
him up.

The room stank like sex - that unmistakable combination of pussy and cock
united and bathed in an explosion of sex juices.  I didn't see their
clothes anywhere on the floor and I wondered what had happened to them.  It
must have been an amazing party, no doubt about it.  I understood Matt's
disappointment in not being invited.

One of the boys, a big bruiser with a lightly-haired chest, was snoring
contentedly.  He suddenly snorted, sighed, scratched his big, hairy nuts,
then rolled over onto his side before going back to sleep.  I got a good
look at his hairy ass crack.  He had a nice one, real nice.  Suddenly I had
an overwhelming urge to fuck.  To fuck him, more precisely.

It was Brian, the nasty-minded wrestler from Mike's team -- the boy who had
told Mike about jacking off on his dog's back when he was younger.  Now
here he was, naked in our bed, unknowing and uncaring about all the
forbidden, taboo-busting lovemaking that regularly took place right where
he was crashed-out.

Having been married for so long, I could tell that Sherry was feeling horny
just by looking at her face, and I was already completely juiced anyway.
So I laid the camera on the bed and pulled Sherry down onto the floor right
there among the leaking condoms and got us both naked in record time.

We started fucking nice and quiet, but at some point we always get noisy,
and when that happened Brian rolled over onto his back and resumed snoring.
I kept glancing up at him as I plowed Sherry, holding her legs up and open
so I could fuck with my usual abandon.

I wanted badly to lunge onto him, rubbing our hairy bodies and hard cocks
together, grinding and sliding over him while he writhed around with me.  I
wanted to make him cum like he'd never cum before and feel his hot nut mix
with mine as we shot off good together.

Instead, I channeled that energy into slipping my hard prick out of
Sherry's sweet pussy and banging it against her butthole.  Sherry knew what
I wanted and hiked her hips up further, jacking my cock in her soft hand
full of saliva, then aiming it at her pretty asshole.

I slid into her so quickly that she gasped.  I wanted to fuck her up the
ass right in front of Brian and let our noisy lovemaking penetrate his
dreams with the same sort of animalistic lust that was driving me.

I came really quick, a little trick I've mastered over the years when I
want or need to get off fast in public places with my brother or some kid.
There's a special charge out of having sex where you're not supposed to, a
charge equal to knowing you can blow your load in under a minute if you
have to.  Time waits for no man, so why the hell should this particular man
wait for time?  When I want to fuck, I fuck.  End of story.

As I started to cum I pulled out of Sherry's ass and stood up fast, pumping
my cock so hard that jizz was flying wild.  Big globs of it sprayed out and
fragmented in the air, sprinkling the naked kids in our bed with my fertile
seed.  I made sure that most of it splattered over Brian's naked hulk.  He
looked great with my nut dripping off his sides and sticking in the hair on
his belly.

Just as I finished up, Mike came in and watched from the doorway, cackling
quietly when he saw all that jizz dripping off his buddy.  Sherry laughed a
little too, but she knelt on the bed beside Brian and lapped up as much of
my cum as she could without tickling the big boy and waking him up.

I felt glad, knowing that in any case he'd be awake soon and wonder how he
got fresh nut all over himself.  I guessed that he probably wouldn't ask or
say anything about it.  I was right.  God, sometimes it's almost too easy!

Mike was still stark naked and he casually walked through the house,
shaking the kids and basically yelling at them to get up.  He never did put
any clothes on, even when Tim told him he better pull on some boxers, at
least.  Mike just looked at his dad and shrugged, as if to say "why bother
now?"

All those kids slowly unfurled from wherever they lay, like a garden of
prize blooms opening up to display their full beauty, heavy with a sweaty
perfume.  Some of them were highly embarrassed about being seen nude by
Mike and Colin's family, especially their parents.  Some seemed fairly
comfortable with wearing only their underwear as they roamed the house and
grounds looking for the rest of their clothes.  And a very few were content
to stay stripped, just like Mike.

Colin came downstairs looking like he'd been run over by a truck.  His hair
was a mess and he walked like an old man.  I hugged him to me and asked him
if he was OK.

"Yeah, Babe, just hella hung over, dude."  He was still a little groggy and
feeling wasted from the combination of X and whatever else he'd ingested
the night before.

I had to laugh.  It was such a sweet sight, my little lover boy with a
raging hangover.  I gave his ass a sharp crack and kissed him.  His cock
felt slippery and sticky in my hand, telltale signs of good sex and sloppy
blow jobs.

"You get a lot of pussy last night, Spooge?"  I had to ask him; I was full
of curiosity and there was a crazily excited horniness in my voice.

Colin just rolled his eyes and let out a low whistle.  He told me he'd show
us the tapes later that day.

Most of the kids got out of there as quickly as they could.  It looked like
the Israelites leaving Egpyt, a constant stream of kids leaving the house
and climbing into their cars in a mass exodus.

Finally, about 11 a.m., Colin came into the kitchen and asked Sherry if she
would cook breakfast for the slackers.  She laughed and told him she'd beat
him to it as she rapidly stirred eggs and milk in a bowl in preparation for
making scrambled eggs for at least 20.

Fortunately, in a house full of kids, many of them boys, we always had
heaps of food on hand.  Basics, like eggs and milk and breakfast foods, we
bought in bulk.  Colin was always very appreciative of things we'd do for
the kids' friends without being asked.  He hugged his mom in a loving
embrace and they frenched while I sat at the kitchen table watching them.
My dick was still hard and it always made me leak big time when I'd see my
wife and son go for each other.

The remaining kids were all in the backyard, lounging around the pool and
deck, mostly pretty subdued but still erupting in raucous adolescent
laughter every few moments.  Some of the kids had taken quick showers, but
I noticed it was mostly girls who had done so.

I kept thinking about the 7 or 8 boys who were waiting for my wife to hurry
up and serve them breakfast - unbathed boys, grimy and fragrant with the
heady stink of stale sex.  I was starting to get the same sustained sex
thrill I always had non-stop when I was working my month at the camp.  I
was halfway to a hard on pretty much constantly.  My prick was thickening
like a log against my leg now, just thinking about how much I'd like to
tackle those boys and snuffle them like a fucking pig rooting for truffles.
I get like that.

But I restrained my instincts and followed Sherry out into the backyard to
help with getting the food ready to serve.  When we appeared on the deck
the kids all murmured and a few of them giggled, embarrassed by our
presence and most likely wondering why we weren't pissed off or asking a
zillion questions about what had happened the previous night.

Every time I glanced at Sherry she was looking at me, a slight smile
trembling on her lips.  She was as amused by the kids' discomfort and
confusion as I was.  The more the kids stayed quiet, the more she and I
spoke good-naturedly to them.  I even offered to feed one or two of the
boys who looked much the worse for wear.  That cracked everyone up and
broke the tension nicely.

By that time, Mike and Colin had finished their sweep of the house and said
good-bye to the last of the departing kids.  Now they joined us for a
hearty breakfast and took their seats among their friends.  They all
started talking and chewing simultaneously, trading nasty comments and
making endless references to the things they'd gotten up to last night.  It
was sweet, listening to their coded dialogue, easily figuring out what they
were hinting at.  The more they talked, the more anxious I was to see those
videotapes.

The kids ate their breakfast, gathered their stuff, thanked Sherry for
cooking for them, said good-bye to Mike and Colin, and left.  By 1 p.m. the
house was ours again and the boys were beginning to clean up the debris.

Actually, we all pitched in.  The boys chattered on about what an amazing
party it had been, supplying great, highly-detailed answers to all our
questions.  Matt was more familiar with the cast of characters the boys
kept referring to, laughing and reacting to Mike and Colin's stories in
that excited, gossipy way that teenagers have whenever they hear something
juicy or scandalous about their friends.

By noon, the backyard area looked fairly tidy, but the deck and the area
around the pool were still littered with beer cups, paper plates of spoiled
food, and overflowing ashtrays.  Stray articles of clothing dotted the deck
and the interior of the house.  Some boy's water-logged tighty-whities
bobbed drunkenly against the lip of the pool.  The image made me laugh -
such an apt symbol.

Later that afternoon we settled in to watch the video footage the boys had
shot the previous evening.  With non-stop commentary, the boys identified
the kids on screen, telling us the most intimate details of their private
lives and sexual tendencies.  I was oddly surprised by the number of kids,
mostly girls, Mike boasted he had fucked before.  I had no reason to think
he was just bragging, knowing how exuberantly Mike pursued potential
conquests.  Stella told Mike he was a typical teenage male sex-addict, a
label that Mike said he was only too happy to be stamped with.

The video started tamely (and lamely) enough, just bunches of kids arriving
and mugging at the camera, saying stupid shit and cracking each other up.
But as the evening wore on, the action got much more interesting.  Mike had
done most of the early filming, but the camera got passed off to anybody
who wanted it by mid-party.

The last part Mike filmed was of our pool filled with about 15 to 20 naked
kids, splashing and goofing around.  Some of them were making out in the
shallow end and a few were getting pretty worked up at pool-side.

The imagery got more and more off-kilter as the night progressed.  The
camera work became sloppy and it was obvious that the cameraman - whoever
he was - was pretty fucked up.  But the kids were rapidly loosing their
inhibitions with one another, thanks to the X Mike made everyone take
before they walked into the party.  None of them blinked an eye and eagerly
swallowed it before grabbing a beer cup and heading out to the deck.

Finally, we got to see the Big Scene, the final event of the evening before
the kids all crashed wherever they happened to be.  What began as a few
kids fucking in the living room quickly escalated into a no-holds-barred,
old-fashioned orgy that drew the revelers outside into the room to see what
all the commotion was about.  As soon as they got an eyeful of their
friends fucking like rabbits, the real party started.

Suddenly, the room seemed to be filled with chattering, screwing kids, some
half-naked, some completely nude.  A few wandered in and out of the frame
looking wild-eyed and bewildered, but still obviously excited and aroused
by what was going on all around them.

It was almost impossible to get a clear picture of just who was doing what
to whom.  There were lots of shots of naked legs and chests, male and
female both, but the camera never lingered on any one image long enough to
make it truly interesting.  The pictures jumped around so much I started to
feel almost queasy from all the motion.

That was pretty much it for the public video camera.  But the hidden cams
in the boys' rooms were filled with lots more of the worthwhile stuff.

Mike really was a powerhouse, gleefully fucking every girl who found her
way to his room.  The X was obviously playing a large part in what these
kids were getting up to, and X always made Mike want to have non-stop sex.
He told us he'd also had some coke and whiskey and weed in his system, too,
so he'd been feeling great.

Colin's room was much calmer and more geared towards conversation, at least
at first.  But once the blond girl (whose name was Robin) came in, things
heated up fast in a different way.

These kids weren't nearly as high as Mike's roomful, more mellow and
intimate.  Colin said they weren't drinking, just tripping on X and lots of
weed.

Before Robin entered, it was just Colin and Manuel coming in to smoke out
together away from the crowd.  Colin sneakily switched the cam on as Manuel
was in the act of flopping himself onto the bed.  From there, there got
stoned and then Colin started rubbing the boy's thigh while they talked
about how long ago they first met and how funny it was that they were
occasional fuck buddies now.

Manuel was the son of our housekeeper, a Mexican woman who worked for us
for years.  Colin and Manuel were basically the same age and when Manuel
was a little guy his mom would occasionally bring him along when she
couldn't get a sitter.

They'd play together and Colin said that once or twice they had jerked off
together when they were little boys, like 8 or 9.  But mostly they just
explored the hills behind our place or found the courage to explore the
attic, a vast, shadowy, cobwebby thing that we still hadn't done much with.
A perfect destination for 2 little adventurous boys and the place where
they had first masturbated together.

They sort of lost touch for a while and then resumed their acquaintance in
high school.  Since then, they had become good friends and since Manuel
also identified as bisexual he and Colin had been getting off together
whenever the mood hit them.  The only thing Manuel wouldn't go for was
getting fucked.  He loved fucking more than anything, but only if he was
doing it.  He had no problem with cocksucking but wouldn't swallow
anybody's load, including his own, but, like Colin, enjoyed kissing while
he was getting off.

In the video from his room, Colin leads the conversation into the sex zone,
asking Manuel who he thinks is hot.  The kid mentions several names, most
of them boys, but their names were meaningless to us.

But then Manuel laughs evilly and says, "Dude, I'd fuck your sister in a
second."  He laughs like an after-thought occurs to him.  "Hell, I'd fuck
your mom!"

The boys both laugh, but Colin's laughter has a double meaning and to us
watching it is crystal clear.

"What about Mike?  You think he's hot?"  Colin is eager for something, and
he has a hard time keeping his hands off the handsome Mexican boy.

The kid chuckles and leans against Colin.  "Duh!  He's hot, too, but in a
different way than you, man.  He's more like your classic high school jock,
the one you want but can never have."

"What makes you think you couldn't have him, dude?" Colin asks.  He's got
his hand inside Manuel's pants now.

"Oh, like that would ever happen.  Dude, Mike can fuck any girl he wants.
Why would he want to hook up with me?"

Colin just smiles and kisses him.  "Because you're beautiful."

Manuel looks at Colin like he's from outer space for a moment, then kisses
him.

"Thanks, man."  It gets quiet for a few moments as they start to undress
each other.  Then Manuel stops and snickers, clearly fucked-up but wanting
to say something.

"Dude, you know who I've always thought was hot?  Your uncle.  He's fucking
tight!"  Colin and Manuel laugh, and again, we can tell that Colin holds
some secret knowledge by the way he looks at the kid.

"And for that matter, I wouldn't say no to your dad, either."  Manuel
laughs loud, like maybe he's just said something he shouldn't.  Colin grins
wide and murmurs something, then rolls on top of Manuel and they start
humping each other through their clothes.

This goes on for maybe 20 seconds before Robin wanders in.  They get
stoned, Robin gets naked, and they get off in all sorts of spectacular
combinations.  Manuel pulls out before he cums both times he fucks her but
Colin shoots his load deep inside her pretty blond-haired pussy.

All-in-all, the video footage wasn't that thrilling but the boys had had a
great time and several of our egos had been nicely stroked.

By the following Monday, the party had become almost mythic and it was the
talk of the senior class.

The boys graduated on a Friday and Tim took the day off work to see Mike
and Colin get their diplomas.  That morning, he and I had invited Colin and
Mike into the Priapus shrine to mark the occasion with a special rite.

We had the boys bring their caps and gowns into the room and when we were
all naked I told them to put their robes and mortarboards on.  The boys
told Tim and I to remember that they had to wear these clothes in public in
less than 6 hours.  I guess they thought we planned on nutting all over
them as part of the ritual.  Actually, I wished we could have, but we
certainly didn't want to cause the boys any embarrassment on this important
day.

Instead, we took turns on the boys while they lay sprawled on the altar.
We pushed their robes up their backs to prevent then from getting greasy or
splashed with jizz, but they left their caps on until they fell off from
all the rocking and rolling we were putting them through.

Fucking Colin that morning was the closest thing to perfect sex that I've
ever experienced.  Colin was so in tune with me that he anticipated my
every move and impulse.  I felt like Batman to Colin's Robin, the Boy
Wonder, working together as a team - the Dynamic Duo.  I told Colin this
and we laughed just as I shot my wad up his ass.

Mike was warm and wet inside after his dad had pumped his chute full of
slippery jizz.  I loved taking sloppy seconds after my brother, always
have.  Just knowing it's his cum I'm sliding back and forth in is enough to
make me shoot like a bazooka.  I was all over Mike, a little rougher than
his dad was with him.  Mike and I had a silent understanding that we both
liked to play a bit rough at times.  He took it like a man and gave it back
in spades.  Mike was fun.

When we were finished fucking them, Tim and I sucked their cocks one at a
time, so we could both service each of our graduates.  When each boy came,
we fathers took our son's loads down our throats as a sign of our sacred
bonds with them.

When we got to the actual ceremony we left the boys with the other
graduates, all busy adjusting their caps and gowns and talking excitedly.
Our clan was lost in the immense crowd of families and friends of close to
1,100 students.  Surrounded by all those people, all of us full of love and
respect for our kids, felt just wonderful.  I remember wondering how many
other families shared a secret like ours.  Not many, I guessed.  Maybe
none.

Finally the ceremony began.  It started out with a great deal of decorum.
The audience was quiet for the most part and as each graduate crossed the
stage and received their diploma most of the kids raised their hand
clutching the precious paper high in the air in triumph.  After a short
time, the audience began to get more into the whole scene and people
started yelling things out to their kids as they crossed the stage.

Finally, the principal reached the "M's" and began the slow drone to our
boys' names.  When we heard him say, "Colin Joseph Maguire" I couldn't
stand staying still any longer, stood up, and shouted, "I love you, Baby!"
Colin turned his smiling face towards the sea of onlookers, scanning the
crowd hoping to catch a glimpse of us.  Now the whole clan rose and
shouted.  "We love you, Colin!"  His smile broadened as he spotted us and
he waved his diploma over his head, yelling, "I love you all, too!  Dad, I
love you so much!"

The audience let out a collective "awww," and I laughed, enjoying the fact
that I had a major fucking boner in my pants I was playing pocket pool
with.  By that time, Colin was already leaving the platform and Mike was
getting ready for his turn.

The exact same thing happened, except it was Tim who rose and shouted
first, and his dad that Mike yelled back he loved.  Then he groped his
crotch at the audience and they all laughed.  That was so Mike.

The boys had begged for us to allow our house to be the after-grad
gathering place, even though they had just had their Big Party.  We told
them they could invite a few kids over, but no wild party scene like the
last one.  We'd be home with them this time, so they sent out some secret
teenager signal letting the whole school know that only a few people were
invited.  Ends up the huge party was not too far away from our house, just
down the hill, maybe a mile or so.  The boys partied with their friends at
home and everyone was happy.

We had told the boys that we would send them and a guest anywhere in the
world they wanted to go for a month, all expenses paid, the summer they
graduated.

Mike had first asked if he could have the money to put towards some
sophisticated digital film and sound equipment he was saving for but we
told him no.  We wanted him to have fun going somewhere.  He chose to go on
a mini-European tour of France, Germany, and England.  The trip would
coincide with 3 international film festivals in each country on his
itinerary.

The biggest surprise was his choice of traveling companion.  We had all
thought Mike would take some sexy chick or one of his best buddies from the
team.  Instead, he invited his friend Corey, a Chinese kid who was as into
film and filming as Mike.  Corey visited the house quite a bit, holing up
with Mike in his bedroom for hours at a time.  But we didn't think they had
any kind of sexual relationship going.

Corey just wasn't Mike's physical type.  While also a graduating senior,
Corey looked to be about 15, maybe younger.  He was fairly short and
stocky, wore wire frame eyeglasses, and kept his head shaved most of the
time.  But he was a whiz at computers and sophisticated electronic
equipment, skills Mike highly valued.

When his dad asked him why he'd chosen Corey to accompany him to Europe,
Mike said that they planned on networking with several people they had met
online, people who were also into film-making and could teach them a lot.
Still not quite understanding, Mike laid it out for us.

Corey was apparently way into porn and wanted nothing else from life except
to make porn films.  Mike encouraged his ambition and together they had
hatched a plan to film and produce amateur porn that they would market and
sell online.  Mike was sure they'd make a bundle and be able to gratify
their sexual and creative urges simultaneously.  He was right.  But more on
this endeavor in a later installment.

But the biggest surprise was Colin choosing to take his sister Stella with
him to Egypt.  Stella and Colin had always shared a particular fascination
and interest in ancient Egypt, so his mom and I found his decision to be
particularly heart-warming.

The kids left for their destinations on the same day, a Sunday morning.
The whole clan went with them to the airport but since we knew we'd have
Corey with us we took our private farewells the previous night and early
that morning.

It was oddly sad and disorienting having the boys away from the house and
our loving embrace for so long.  That first night I locked myself in the
bathroom and cried a bit because I already missed Colin so much.  But the
rest of the clan kept me busy and happy and fulfilled and by the end of the
month none of us could believe the time had flown by so quickly.

Mike and Corey arrived a day before Colin and Stella.  The 2 boys were
aglow with all they'd learned and the new friends they had made.  Both boys
looked rested and healthy, particularly Corey.  I had never seen him so
animated and talkative.  The trip had done wonders for both he and Mike.

When Colin and Stella got home, my son flew into my arms as soon as he
spotted us at the boarding gate.  Ignoring our surroundings and the crowd
of people waiting for their flight out, I kissed my son in what could
hardly be interpreted as a fatherly manner.  We were so hungry for each
other's taste and smell and feel that we were all over each other.  Matt
leaned into us and whispered, "Dudes, get a room!  Everybody's looking at
you."

I glanced over at Stella and saw my beautiful daughter and my brother
making out like a newlywed couple.  It did my heart good to see our clan
reunited, more in love than ever.

Colin and Stella brought back lots of cool souvenirs for us all.  But about
3 weeks after they were home, Stella came out of the bathroom one morning,
smiling and looking pleased with herself.  She said that the best souvenir
of all from Egypt was due to arrive in less than 9 months.

It took me a second to realize that she was telling us she was pregnant
again.  Her 4th baby, and she wasn't even 20 years old yet.  The best part
was that Colin was unquestionably the baby's father.

At last, my son and daughter had created a new life between them.  The
ideas that seethed through my brain heated me up until I felt almost
feverish.  I couldn't wait to see the beautiful love child they had made
together.  I could only imagine how beautiful the baby would be.

When Colin heard the news he laughed.  Not sarcastically or nastily, but
thrilled to know that he was soon to become a papa.

We were all delighted, but none more so than Matt.  As soon as he knew
Stella was pregnant with Colin's child he started in on how this baby
should be his and Colin's to raise between them.  Stella was fine with that
idea and we all agreed as a clan that Matt and Colin could have the task of
parenting the new baby as soon as he arrived.  That's how we all referred
to the baby, as "him."  For some reason we all assumed the baby would be a
boy.  And as it turned out, we were right.

Our tribe was growing, and soon our house would be full of new life yet
again.