Date: Mon, 29 Aug 2005 19:07:25 EDT
From: Badgod69@aol.com
Subject: MY BROTHER & OUR BOYS, Part 9

After Colin returned home from Egypt, one afternoon as we lay wrapped in
each other's arms lounging lazily in the hammock in our backyard he asked
me if I'd mind if he got circumcised.

Like usual when we were relaxed and just chilling, we each had a finger up
the other's butthole.  This was a comfort thing we had been doing with each
other since Colin was a little boy.  Now, I automatically withdrew my
finger and just stared at him for a moment, not sure I had heard him
correctly.

I guess he could tell from the look on my face that I wasn't sure I'd heard
him right.

"Yeah, baby, I really think I wanna get cut.  For serious.  Would you
care?"

"Jesus, sweetie, why would you do that?"  I was incredulous.  All these
years wishing I was intact, and here was my loverboy telling me he wanted
to get rid of his adorable foreskin.  "Why?"

He explained to me that his foreskin was tighter than he'd like it to be
and that sometimes it hurt when he fucked extra exuberantly.  He also said
that it was hard to keep himself clean because his skin was so snug.  But,
he said, it was mostly a personal aesthetic thing for him.

I suggested he ask Doc if his foreskin could be loosened up some way
without having to remove it completely, but Colin just smiled and shook his
handsome head.

"I thought of that but, nah.  I'd just as soon get circumcised, dude."  He
grinned at me.  "Plus, I'd look more like my daddy."

I didn't say anything for several minutes, just reinserted my finger deep
inside him, holding him and stroking his naked body, breathing in his
breath as he exhaled.

With my free hand I fondled his cock and pulled at his foreskin.

"Well, babe, it's your cock to cut if that's what you really want.  And
you're 18 now so you can do what you want, you're an adult.  You know I
love you just as you are, but if you really want it, baby, I'm behind you
100%."

He squeezed me and dug his finger a little deeper inside my ass and rotated
it slowly, kissing me on my lips.  "You won't love me any less, will you?"

"Oh, Collie, of course not, son.  You'll always be my sweetheart.  It's
just a little shocking to hear, dude; it just has to register for a sec.
But yeah, we'll call Doc first thing tomorrow and schedule a consult, OK?"

"Thanks, babe.  But you have to come with me."

"Oh, you know it, Spooge!  I wouldn't let anybody go near your dick without
me being there!"  I tousled his hair and wondered what the rest of the clan
would say.

"Hey, man, wanna beer?  I'm gonna have one," I said, still wanting a few
more minutes to let the whole concept of Colin-without-his-foreskin sink
in.

"Sure, Dad; thanks, baby," he said, then whined because he had to pull his
finger out of my ass.  He laughed, slapped my hairy ass, and gave my
roiling nuts a tug as I clambered off the hammock.

I walked over to the cool shadows of the little pool house and went behind
the bar.  The blast of chilled air felt refreshing as I grabbed a couple of
cold beers out of the 'fridge and walked back out onto the hot pavement
surrounding the pool.

"Want a snack-sack, boy?"  The reflection of sunlight off the pool
momentarily blinded me until I lowered my shades over my eyes.  I could see
Colin stretching like a young lion on the hammock.

"Mmmmm, yeah, bring me a good one, babe!" he called out to me.

I climbed the steps onto the deck, walked into the house and went into the
kitchen to the refrigerator.  Opening the freezer door, I reached in and
grabbed a Tupperware container that sat off to one side.  In it was a heap
of tied-off multicolored condoms, each one containing a precious load of
frozen nut.

The condoms were color-coded for easy identification.  Mine were purple and
a little fatter than the others since I usually spewed more jizz than the
other guys.  My brother's were blue, Colin's were red, Mike's were black,
and Matt's were yellow.  We had a whole system worked out around the
condoms, for a bunch of different reasons.  Maybe I should explain this a
bit.

When Toby was a newborn, we had started adding a load of fresh nut to his
bottle every time he fed and this was a tradition we continued with each
subsequent baby.  Since we had 2 tots still bottle and breast feeding, we
decided it'd be easier to mass-produce our cum and freeze it in condoms.
That way, whenever it was time to warm up a bottle, all we had to do was
grab a condom out of the freezer and let it defrost for a few minutes, just
long enough for the frozen semen to liquify a bit and slide out of the
condom into the warm milk.  This saved time and energy, especially when no
one really felt like busting a quick nut.

At first we used these little cum-filled packets exclusively for the baby's
bottles, but we quickly noticed that condoms were disappearing faster than
we were filling bottles.

In turned out that all of us in our tribe were snacking on them whenever we
felt like having a tasty treat.  Now, we were going through our stash of
"snack-sacks" (as we nicknamed them) fairly fast.  We had therefore agreed
that each guy should try to contribute at least 2 snacks each day.  We
figured that would safely keep the babies and us in high-protein treats
without having to stress about running out of pre-packaged joy-juice.  Each
of us picked our color and that was that.

Our entire family loved semen and we regarded it as the most precious
commodity in our kitchen.  We even cooked with cum, adding it to salad
dressings, hot oatmeal, gravies, frostings, all sorts of stuff.  We even
used it as an ice-cream topping on occasion.  I especially loved fresh
berries or a sliced banana drizzled with jizz for a quick nutritious
breakfast, along with a strong cup of coffee.  The cum added a distinctive
flavor to the natural sweetness of the fruit.

We also added cum to meals we served guests.  No one ever noticed it, of
course, but we thought of it as a very personal and loving touch to the
meals we prepared for our friends.  (Somebody ought to make a Cooking With
Cum cookbook, because there are lots of ways to use it.  Hell, maybe I
should just write it!)

But now that we had these little individual packs handy, it was just so
tempting to open the freezer, reach in and grab one, then go on about our
business, happily slurping down the cum and tossing the used condom in the
trash.

Anyway, I grabbed 2 purples and a red and headed back outside.  Honestly, I
loved the way all our individual nuts tasted and each color had undertones
and slight differences in flavor from the others.  I really didn't have a
taste preference, but out of love I had selected one of Colin's for my own
little afternoon protein snack.  Colin always went for the fat purple ones,
not just because it was from my dick; mostly, it was because he knew he'd
get more.  Once a cum-hound, always a cum-hound.

When I got back to the hammock, Colin made room for me to climb back up
beside him.  I handed him his beer and the 2 fat, frosty, purple
snack-sacks and he smacked his lips.

"Mmmmmmmm, hell yeah, thanks, babe!  Whoa, you brought me two!!"  He beamed
at me in surprised delight, chuckling low and dirty as our gazes locked
together.  I dangled the red condom in front of him and he grinned even
wider.

"Aw, you love my cum, don't cha?  You're so fucking awesome, dude."

Colin was already busy warming his snacks up by holding them between his
flattened palms.  I watched him as I got my own little treat ready to pour
into my mouth.  I used a different technique to warm mine up: I'd either
shove it into my armpit and clasp it there or I'd put it under my ass so it
could warm up that way.  Both methods worked fast and in a minute or so the
load had turned to a refreshing slush consistency.  Colin always liked his
snack-sacks to be more liquified while I liked mine slightly slushy.
Almost like a Slurpee.

I untied the condom and gave the opened end a quick sniff.  I loved the
light, seedy reek of my son's cum.  Colin was watching me like a hawk as I
got ready to drain the condom onto my tongue.

Both of us were hard, an unavoidable result of handling these tasty little
packets.  The very idea of them was enough to get us charged up.

"Mine's ready," I said, "How about you?"

Colin opened his hands and examined the latex tubes, checking the
consistency of the defrosting sperm by manipulating the condoms back and
forth in a see-saw motion.

"Yeah, mine are almost ready, too, dude."

"You go first when you're ready," I told him, feeling my face flush with a
wildly nasty horniness.  Colin winked at me and clenched his tongue between
his teeth while he rubbed each condom briskly between his palms.  Finally,
he untied one of the purple big-boys.

As he got it opened and ready to pour he murmured, "Damn, I love your
fucking fat loads, baby..."  His eyes were narrowed and shiny, definite
signs of my boy's raging libido functioning perfectly.

Like me, Colin breathed in deeply as he held the opening to his nose,
savoring the smell of my sacred semen like it was a rare perfume.  Mine
smells stronger, more vitaminy and gamey.  He held the opened end of the
condom tightly shut between his fingertips and pulled the latex straight up
by the reservoir tip so the jizz would rush down to the opening.  Then he
tilted his head back and raised the stretched condom over his mouth and let
go of the opening.

A thick, gloppy mess of cloudy semen poured out and just kept coming as
Colin closed his eyes and relished the sensation of my chilled nut flooding
his mouth.

I chuckled breathlessly, staring at the thick, gluey fluid, my liquid DNA,
coating my son's tongue, which he wagged at me being careful not to spill a
drop.

Then he added the second one.  His mouth was so full of my jizz it was
nearly overflowing, little sticky webs at each corner of his lips.

I hauled my red condom up over my mouth and did the same, letting my son's
delicious semen spill over my tongue.  My taste buds immediately flared and
sent an electric message to my dick, making my cock lurch upward and to the
side like a 2 a.m drunk.

Separately, we'd just swallow and enjoy the flavor, but in this situation
that was just not nearly enough.  We leaned in for a kiss and slopped each
other's cum back and forth in our mouths, mixing the two sacred essences
and then finally swallowing.  Even this excitingly transgressive activity
was shot through with love and devotion.  Our lives were so sweetly fraught
with symbolism.  It cracked me up.

Some of our combined nut had dribbled onto my goatee and my chin was pasted
with the slippery mess.  A few pearly clumps dripped onto my hairy chest.
Colin pretty much purred with pleasure as he swiped his tongue over his
teeth, sucking in every once in a while like he had jizz caught between his
teeth.  Of course he didn't, but the action was just a natural response to
wanting more of something delicious.  He ran his cheek over my hairy chest,
letting the jizz slime the side of his face.

"I could eat a million of those, dude," Colin sighed, tossing the deflated
purple condoms onto the lawn before stretching again and curling up into my
side.  I draped my arm around his shoulder and pulled him tight to me, both
of us gently inserting a finger up each other's ass, just moments away from
snoozing.  Our breath smelled slightly seedy, whiffs of potent semen
filling our nostrils.

I guess we must have dozed for only a few minutes when we both started from
the sound of Matt and Toby coming outside to play around.  Usually around
this time each day they'd come out for a swim or a hike up into the wooded
hills that begin just beyond our property line.  We think of the hills as
our own because no one is ever there but us.  So we never think twice about
hiking nude, except for shoes and socks.  You never know what sort of
critter you're going to walk on or near when you're in untrammeled nature
so it's best to keep your feet and ankles covered when you're hiking.

I waved lazily at them and Toby galloped over to the hammock.

"Hi, Daddy; we're gonna go swimming!"  I reached down and gave his curly
chestnut hair a good rubbing.

"Why don't you climb on up and take a nap with us, little lover?"  Toby
just giggled and looked over his shoulder at Matt who was hopping on the
pavement surrounding the pool.  Matt couldn't hear what we were saying but
when Toby looked over at him he grinned and lurched over to us, taking
quick, careful steps because the pavement was so hot.

Matt was 16 now and when he half-hopped across the pool deck I had to laugh
because he looked so young and boyish, hissing in his breath from the sharp
sting of the hot concrete against the soles of his feet.  The incongruous
image of his over-sized, fat, hooded cock swinging and bouncing drunkenly
as he loped over to us got me fully hard in just a few seconds.

As he scampered the rest of the distance that separated us, he resumed a
more-or-less natural walk when he stepped into the cool shadows of the huge
tree our hammock hung from.

"Toby telling you what he can do?" Matt asked us, his eyebrows arching up
into his hairline and a knowing grin spreading over his flushed cheeks.

Before we had time to answer, Toby turned towards him and wrapped his short
little arms around Matt's narrow hips, squeezing his fuzzy butt cheeks in
his tiny hands.

"OK, baby, go ahead and show them," Matt said, gazing down at Toby who was
staring up adoringly into his big boyfriend's face.  "Look!" Matt said to
us.

Toby had opened his pretty little mouth as wide as he could get it and
lowered it down over Matt's skinned mushroom head.  Colin and I chuckled at
how intent the two boys were on making sure we got a good view of what they
were showing us.

Matt was obviously proud of Toby who had been practicing swallowing as much
of Matt's huge cock as he could manage.  Matt stroked Toby's head as he
gently pumped into his little lover's mouth.

"See?" he said, "Toby can take the whole head in now!"  His eyes were
flashing with a deep love and desire for his little boyfriend.  "Aw, my
sweet little baby...you suck dick so good!  That's it, atta boy..."

Neither Colin nor I said anything at first, mesmerized by the sight of a 5
year-old little boy hungrily slurping over his 16 year-old brother's horse
cock.

Matt had his fingers entwined in Toby's curls, rhythmically working in his
hair much like a kitten kneads its mother's fur while it nurses.  Toby was
pressing himself hard against Matt's hairy legs, humping his lower thigh
while he licked and suckled on the meaty cock banging against his
pink-cheeked face.

"Awesome, huh?" Matt asked proudly.

"Damn, Spooge, that's so beautiful, so amazingly beautiful."  I gave Colin
a squeeze.  "What d'ya think, baby?"

Colin leaned over me and grabbed Toby in his arms, forcing the little fella
back off Matt's dick.  Toby squealed with laughter as Colin nuzzled his
neck and tousled his hair.

"I think you're the sexiest little brother I've ever had, that's what I
think!"

Toby giggled louder as Colin tickled him.  Matt leaned down and gave Colin
a nice, loving kiss, giving Toby a moment to catch his breath and for me to
shift under Colin's weight.  I felt like I couldn't breathe.

For some reason, at that moment I flashed on how fast the boys had grown.
Colin used to clamber all over me and I barely felt his weight.  But now he
was 18 years old and basically a fully-grown man.  I felt a wave of
nostalgic warmth flood over me, watching these 2 lovely boys grown to young
men, each day a celebration and privilege to witness.

We'd 3 - their mom and dad and myself -- held them as babies and helped
them feel safe and loved in the total embrace of our family's devotion and
support.  We'd witnessed their first steps, their first words, their first
sexual experiences, their first orgasms.  We'd shared everything with these
exquisite, growing creatures.  I loved them all so much at that moment I
could have eaten them.

It seemed like we all felt the power of the moment in our own way, because
at one point all four of us looked at one another and smiled with a peace
and love that felt somehow tinged with a nostalgic melancholy.

The moment ended as suddenly as it had come.  All of us snapped back into
the present and went back to what we'd been doing.  Matt and Toby moved
away into the shadows near the pool house to play with each other for a bit
before leaping into the pool and finishing up at the pool's edge.

Toby was fascinating to watch.  He was the first child to be conceived at
least half-communally in our clan.  We still didn't know for sure who
Toby's actual father was, my brother or myself.  The more time that passed,
the more certain I was that Toby was my son.  He didn't really look like
any of us, being that his hair was still pretty damned red and he had lots
of freckles, but something about his personality just made me believe that
I must have fathered him on my daughter.

Toby had been exposed to our family's loving ways from the moment of his
birth and in that sense he was sort of a prototype within the clan.  Even
at 5 years old, Toby was one of the most naturally uninhibited and sexual
kids I had ever encountered, not in an obnoxious way, but entirely
comfortable with his body and very self-assured.  Once we'd taught him all
about his dick and how to make it feel good, Toby had a mission in life
that he pursued with relentless curiosity.

By the time he was 7, Toby was fucking anything that would stand still long
enough for him to accomplish the deed.  We all thought it was adorable and
sexy as hell.

The first pussy Toby ever explored the interior of with his dick was his
mom's.  Stella had taught him how to eat her out before he could even walk
without falling down, and when he began to show interest in sticking his
little, hard dick inside her hairy gash, Stella showed him how to do it.
It was all in good fun, but within a month or two of steady pussy-pounding,
Toby was quite the little lover, making out with good, wet tongue kisses
and humping away like a mini-pro, even if he was only 7 years old.

One of the craziest, horniest images I have ever seen was Toby nursing on
his mama's milk-swollen tit while his little hips bucked back and forth
like a pile-driver as he fucked her, fucking and nursing simultaneously.
Luckily, this happened often enough that I was able to capture it on film.

The girls -- my wife Sherry and my daughter Stella -- loved it when one of
us guys would suckle their tit, gulping mouthfuls of warm mother's milk
while the babies took turns nursing on their free tit.  Mother and daughter
got each other off this way, too, sucking each other's breasts while they
fingered each other's pussy.  They knew each other's triggers so well that
the house frequently echoed with the rapturous sounds of their lovemaking.
I loved hearing them going at it; we all did.

By the time he was 9, Toby was fucking all the girls in the house,
including his younger sisters - Lily, who was 6 and Erin, who was 3.
Sherry, technically Toby's 50 year-old grandmother (I guess; relations got
a little mixed up and confused within the tribe), was flat on her back
getting porked by Toby every time she turned around.

Not a bad age range of ladies for a horny little boy to experiment on: 3,
6, 22 and 50.  Quite the little stud and the girls loved him to pieces.
Toby enjoyed the variety but seemed to spend more time grinding on Lily and
Stella.  I guess there's just something about fucking your hot 22 year-old
mama's pussy and your little sister's snug, hairless 6 year-old cunt.

Toby knew personally all about the bliss of butt-fucking when he was 7.
Having seen the act itself numberless times since he was born, Toby was of
course eager to try all the fun things he saw us do to each other over the
years.  Butt-fucking turned out to be his favorite activity, probably even
more than fucking pussy.

My brother and I laughed about how back in the day when our first kids were
still quite small we had decided not to initiate them into the joys of anal
sex until they were nearing adolescence.  We figured they'd be emotionally
ready and physically able to accommodate our out-sized pricks by the time
they hit 12 or 13.

But things don't always go as planned.  Our kids surprised us by clamoring
for their First Communion fucks with us when they were around 9 or 10.  We
learned better from just watching and listening, letting them tell us when
they were ready.  Since then, with each new baby we didn't set any firm
dates or ages for their first experiencing a full-out love-fuck.  We
trusted them to figure it out for themselves.

Traditionally, Tim and I were always the first to tap our kids' asses, but
we knew we had a special case with Toby.

Matt was clearly Toby's favorite person in the world and we wanted to let
them have their moment of glory when it came to Toby getting his ass fucked
for the first time.  And since Matt was clearly in love with Toby, we
decided Matt could have the privilege of giving Toby his First Communion.

The whole clan was in on planning it because we were going to tell Matt on
his birthday, as a sort of present.

Toby was 7 at the time and had been shoving his finger and various "wackys"
and dildos up his little shitter for several years already.  We'd all been
lightly fingering and tonguing his little asshole since he was born.  By
his own admission he was ready and eager to go for a ride on his
boyfriend's huge horse dick.  So when we told him about the surprise we had
planned for Matt's 18th birthday, Toby was beside himself with excitement
as only a 7 year-old horn-dog can be.

The day before his birthday, my brother Tim and our sons Mike and Colin
took Matt out to a buddy of mine's bar in downtown Oakland.  He let us
bring our kids there for a drink anytime we wanted, even Toby, letting us
enter from the bar's back door on busy nights and placing us at a table in
the private back room that was opened only for parties and when the bar got
crowded.  But we usually took the kids on weeknights when we knew the bar
would be fairly empty, and on occasion we'd have the place to ourselves.
Then, we'd sit in the bar's main room but close to the door to the back in
case he got other customers.  My buddy was cool that way.

He knew some of the details of our clan's lifestyle, just enough to whet
his appetite.  His name was Craig and we had fucked around as teens a few
times and had maintained an open, honest friendship ever since.  He was now
divorced but living with his long-term girlfriend and his son, Marcus.

Craig and I had fucked around with his boy several times, starting when
Marcus was 10.  Now 14, Marcus was even more into it than his dad, from
what Craig told me.  I wondered how Marcus would get along with my kids but
decided not to push it.  The fewer people who knew the truth about our
family, the better.  And since Marcus was a kid, I didn't trust him to not
inadvertently blow our cover by saying something to someone he shouldn't.

Anyway, we had been drinking for about 2 hours and all of us were pretty
buzzed by the time we climbed back into the SUV to return home.  I wasn't
all that drunk because I knew I'd be driving, so I had Tim pack a bowl of
weed to smoke on the drive back.  By the time we pulled into the garage, we
were all nicely baked and Mike and Matt were all over each other in the
back seat.  Colin was sitting directly behind me, leaning forward so he
could wrap an arm around my upper chest, nuzzling his sweet, wasted face in
my neck.  Tim was in the passenger seat beside me and had his dick out,
lazily stroking himself and cupping his balls, then bringing his fingers up
to sniff the amazing aroma of his ball sweat.

All of us but Matt knew about the surprise waiting for him when he
returned.  And now, here we were.  I honked the horn twice to let the clan
know we'd arrived.  I knew everyone was scrambling into their places.

"C'mon, you two, pack it in!  We're home and you're drunk.  Let's go
inside."  I had turned in my seat to look at Mike and Matt who were noisily
making out and had their hand down each other's pants in the back seats.  I
glanced over at Tim who was grinning at me and smiled conspiratorially at
him.  Colin chuckled when he saw us exchange the glance, and he started to
say something, but I could tell that he was pretty buzzed and I feared that
he might say something to give away the surprise.

"Come on!" I repeated as I opened my door and climbed out.  The boys
separated with a thick, wet, vacuum seal-breaking kiss, then clumsily got
out of the SUV.  We had a merry time getting us all inside the house, but
it didn't take long.

Sherry and Stella were in the living room waiting for us, a small gaggle of
young ones piled around them.  The way they were smiling at Matt should
have alerted him to the fact that something special was going on, but he
was too baked to notice.

Finally, Tim laughed and grabbed Matt by the shoulders and headed him
upstairs to the bedrooms.

"OK, Matty, since tomorrow's your 18th birthday, we decided to give you a
special birthday-eve present.  It's on the bed in your room."

Matt climbed the stairs and started down the hall that led to our communal
bedroom, but Tim reached out and grabbed his arm and steered him in the
other direction.

"Not in our real bedroom, cowboy, in your OWN room!"  Tim was cracking up
from how loopy Matt was, half-stumbling, half-lurching down the hallway.
He was wasted but only to the super-relaxed stage, not falling-down drunk.
Sloppy-but-functional.

"Oh!..." was all Matt mumbled.  He was smiling like a monkey, soaking up
the attention and fuss we were making over him, finally noticing that he
had a small parade behind him.  Usually, Matt tended to be fairly quiet and
unobtrusive.  He hated it when people made a fuss over him, but it was OK
on special occasions or if it was his family doing the fussing.

When he got to his bedroom door he opened it and turned the light on.  We
all yelled, "Surprise!" as Matt took in the view.  I looked to make sure
the lights on the vid cams we had set up were lit, reassuring me that
everything would be captured on tape.

Toby was naked on the bed, down on all fours, with a huge blue ribbon tied
around his little hips with the bow resting on his upturned ass.  He looked
adorable and enticingly aroused.

With his beaming, freckled face turned over his shoulder so he could gaze
at Matt, he laughed in his childish voice, "I'm your birthday present,
Pony!  I'm giving you ME for your birthday!"  He was just chortling with
happiness, his little butt wiggling in the air from the force of his
laughter.

Matt's mouth was hanging wide open in a smile, staring at Toby for a few
moments before he turned to look at his family behind him.

"What d'ya mean?  I mean, what's going on?"  He clearly didn't know what we
were offering him, what this all meant, so I spoke up.

"Babe, we checked with Toby and he's ready for his First Communion.  Now,
you know that me and your dad reserve that special right, but in this case
we're making an exception."

Matt's eyes were already growing in his head as he realized what he was
being allowed to do.  His cheeks flushed a deep red and I could see his
eyes getting teary.  But he was smiling and almost laughing the whole time.
This was perfect.

"You get the honor of being the first person to love your little brother
with the same care and devotion your dad and I treated you boys with when
you weren't much older than Toby.  We all know how much you two love each
other so it just seemed right that you should sanctify your bond
officially."

We were all smiling and staring at Matt who looked humbled and serious for
a few seconds before he broke into a shit-eating grin and backed up into
the room as he started feverishly undressing himself.  We all laughed at
his eagerness and relaxed wherever we happened to find room.

Matt was naked before we were even settled comfortably and flopped himself
onto the bed next to Toby.  They untied the ribbon and tossed it aside,
Matt kissing and smelling both of Toby's little pink butt cheeks as the
ribbon sailed to the floor.  The little tiger was as eager to get started
as his big boyfriend was.  That cracked us up, too.

Toby was doing everything he could to show off his ass to Matt.  First he
pushed his little rump back and upwards so Matt couldn't help but get a
good eyeful of the tiny pink rosebud hole he had been salivating over for 7
years.  Then Toby flopped himself onto his back and spread his legs as wide
as he could get them, raising his hips off the bed and wiggling his groin
back and forth.  It was an amazing thing, watching our little mop-top boy
lasciviously flirting with his big, grungy brother/lover.

Matt was as hard and stiff as a ram, his awesome cock fully erect, his
entire body quivering with desire looking for all the world like a living
Priapus.  I was a little surprised that Toby wasn't afraid of Matt's huge
prick, thick and veiny with its fleshy hood dripping precum like the
saliva-dripping snout of some creature waiting to spring forward and devour
it's prey.

While we all watched they started in on each other.  I was glad that Toby
was so excited and wide-awake because it was past his bedtime.  I guessed
that having a rapt audience was further stimulating him.  He'd always liked
being watched.

First Matt pulled Toby over on top of himself so that they were
face-to-face.  They made out for what seemed like forever as both boys
squirmed and heaved their bodies in slow motion, pressing and grinding to
make maximum body contact.  While they ate each other's faces - that's what
it looked and sounded like - Matt's big sweaty hands caressed and squeezed
every inch of Toby's skinny body while Toby clutched Matt's shoulders and
ran his little hands sensuously through Matt's shaggy hair.

Toby was still fairly small and stood about 3 1/2 feet, dwarfed by Matt's
towering 6'+ frame.  That's one of the reasons it was so bizarre and
thrilling to watch these 2 together, the odd couplings and positions they
got themselves into.

Toby flipped himself off Matt, got on his hands and knees again and said,
"Kiss my butthole, Pony!  You get to stick it in me tonight, remember?"
His openness and innocence were heartwarming, and his excitement was
contagious.

Giggling like a big, overgrown kid, Matt got behind Toby and spread his
little cheeks wide open so we could all see how cute and tender Toby's
little love-hole was.  We murmured and sighed at the image and we all sort
of gasped in sympathetic glee as Matt lowered his face over Toby's hole and
breathed in the heavenly scent.  When he'd had his fill of sniffing the
little ass he began licking all around it before taking Toby's tight little
nut sack and hard 2" dick into his drooling mouth.  Toby was squealing in
mindless love.

When Matt was through getting a good taste of his little boyfriend's most
secret places they switched positions and Toby burrowed into Matt's furry
asshole.  The expression on Matt's face told us how good a job Toby was
doing.  He kept squeezing his eyes tight shut and moaning deep in this
throat every time Toby plunged his squirmy little tongue deep inside his
unbathed shithole.

Toby was a bundle of energy, clearly thrilled that he and Matt were on the
brink of getting even closer to each other than they already were.

If you've never seen a little tyke scampering around with his little pecker
stiff and aroused by the prospect of trying out some new and exciting sex
act, this scene would have made you cum spontaneously.  I'd seen stuff like
this a lot and even I was having a hard time not jacking off and popping a
nut with record speed.  But they were just getting started and I knew
there'd be much more to see if I was only patient.  How right I was.

"Smell my balls," Matt panted.

Toby had his face so deeply wedged in his brother-boyfriend's ass that he
didn't even hear Matt.

"Smell my balls!" Matt said loudly.  The sudden raspy urgency in his voice
shocked us all out of our own private dreams and fantasies.  Toby
immediately moved away from Matt's asshole and started sniffing and
inhaling deeply, running his sweet face all over the pendulous, roiling
sack of nuts, giggling from how Matt's hairy balls tickled his little
freckled nose.

For a brief moment, Toby pulled his face away to squinch up his nose while
he giggled, saying "You smell good, Pony!"

This was something Matt had obviously taught Toby how to do.  As soon as
Toby got Matt's ripe ball-stink all over his face he came up nose-to-nose
with his stupefied lover to let him smell his own stink all over his tiny
lover's face.

The smell seemed to kick them both into higher gear and Matt mauled Toby's
head as he licked and kissed him, panting breathlessly into his face.

"Oh, fuck, I love you so much, Toby, I fucking love you..."

Toby was grunting and murmuring like a baby into Matt's mouth, kissing his
lips and whimpering like a well-loved puppy.

Matt was overcome with the need to be inside Toby and suddenly sat up
straight and told Toby to straddle his hips so he could lower himself onto
his cock.

Tim tossed Toby the lube bottle and as the little boy fumbled with the
slippery container and squeezed an amount of oil into his hand, Matt sucked
and bit at Toby's nipples.  Toby giggled and hissed in his breath, telling
Matt not to nip so hard.

This only inflamed Matt even further and as Toby finished greasing up his
little pucker, Matt raised Toby's arms and lapped at his little wet,
hairless armpits.

"Mmmmm...oh, god, you taste so fucking good, baby...you smell real strong
for such a little guy, you know that?"  Matt's voice was trembling and he
whispered right in Toby's face, their mouths hovering just a fraction of an
inch away from each other's.

Toby basically ignored what Matt was saying, letting Matt do whatever he
wanted to him while he lubed up his little ass.  Finished, Toby snapped
back into the moment and grinned at Matt.

"OK, Pony, I'm all ready!"  Toby looked happier than I'd ever seen him.

He squirted out a stream of lube over Matt's pulsing cock and then stroked
it for him to lube up the entire shaft.  Matt bit his lower lip as Toby
jacked him off, making sure that the monstrous cock was shiny with oil.

"Whoa, Spooge, this is the moment you been waiting for, dude, huh?"  Mike,
who usually teased Matt about liking to mess around with little kids, was
actually one of Matt's strongest supporters when it came to indulging his
taste for youngsters.  Not into young kids nearly as much as his brother,
Mike nevertheless loved watching Matt and Toby together.  Besides, Matt and
Mike had just been going at each other in the SUV on the way home and Mike
was still horny as hell.

"You lucky bitch...give us a show, bro!"  Mike had started jerking off and
that seemed to act as some sort of signal to the rest of us.  By now we
were all naked and comfortable and us guys all started in beating off.
Sherry and Stella and the little ones were having their own fun, the girls
fiddling with their pussies while the babes frolicked and tumbled around
us.

Exchanging one more tremendously long and rambunctious kiss before
beginning, Matt and Toby glanced at us to make sure we were all paying
attention.

Matt petted Toby, smiled lovingly into his eyes, and said, "Here we go,
baby."

He grabbed his rock hard prick and held it straight up so Toby could slowly
sit on it, impaling himself on his big boyfriend's joystick.

We were all a little breathless with anticipation, I know, and I couldn't
help but wonder if Toby would really be able to get Matt's dick inside
himself without lots of pain and discomfort.  The last thing I wanted to
see and hear was Toby screaming in pain and crying himself senseless
because he couldn't take his boyfriend's cock.  I held my breath and
waited.

At first it all seemed like it would go fine.  But once Matt's fat mushroom
head pushed hard against Toby's sphincter the little head of curls tossed
back and forth and his breath got short and labored.

"C'mon, baby, I'm almost inside you, you're doing great, I'm so fucking
proud of you, sweetie," Matt said, gently stroking Toby's straining back
and shoulders.

Tender kisses from his lover's lips helped Toby accept the girth and length
of his playmate's cock.  Toby was panting and whining, shaking his head
back and then forward, hissing in his breath.  His little hands were
splayed out on the bed, supporting himself as he kept forcing himself down
onto Matt's dick, clutching the bedspread in his sweaty hands.

Finally, he flung his arms around Matt's neck and leaned his face down onto
his shoulder.  Beads of sweat had plastered the chestnut curls to his
forehead and his little body was straining to comply with his will.  With
one great cry of pain from Toby, Matt pushed up one last time and sank to
the hilt inside his tiny lover's butt.  The image was a good one -- thick,
dark pubes smashed flat against a little butt you could almost hold in one
hand.

Both boys heaved a huge sigh, relieved and deliriously happy now that they
were safely joined.  Neither moved for a few moments, both savoring the
victory and its attendant good feelings.  They looked so beautiful like
that, arms firmly hugging each other, cheeks pressed together as their lips
kissed whatever flesh they could reach.

I glanced around the room to look at our clan's faces.  All of them looked
delighted and happy and I couldn't have wished for anything better.  I
noticed also that all of us were now flagrantly sexed-up and taking care of
business.

Toby started raising and lowering himself with a slow, steady rhythm as
Matt bucked up into him.  They were groaning and muttering as they fucked,
both with their mouths opened.

"Oh, my god, I love you so much, Toby, you feel so fucking good, oh god..."
Matt was going out of his head over the fact that at long last he knew what
the inside of Toby's shitter felt like.

"You feel so hot, baby...so warm and wet inside, goddamn!...fuck, dude, you
feel better than anything I've ever done!"

"I love you, Pony!  I love you so much," Toby chirped, his words bouncing
out as Matt pumped into him.

"Know what I really, really want you to do, babe?  As soon as you get the
feeling I want you to baby-nut all over me, OK?"  Toby snickered along with
Matt and nodded, then closed his eyes and whimpered as Matt fucked him
deeper.

I didn't know what Matt meant by "baby-nut", but I had a pretty good idea.
I glanced at Colin and he just smiled and raised his eyebrows.

Changing positions, Matt lowered Toby down onto the bed and turned him so
his back was facing his heaving, sweat-slicked chest.  Without removing his
cock or breaking his fuck-rhythm, Matt lay down behind Toby and corn-holed
him in the classic position.  Toby gasped in bliss, fondling his hard
little cock and tugging on his nuts.

Mike stood up abruptly from the floor where he'd been intently watching
every move and said, "Fuck, that's hot, bro!"  He just stood there, lightly
fisting his stiff prick jutting out obscenely from a thatch of curly, dark
brown pubes.  Then he guffawed and said, "Let's make a chicken sandwich!"
And without waiting for any response from either boy, Mike climbed onto the
bed and pressed his naked body tight against Toby.

It was an awesome thing to witness, both brothers pleasuring themselves and
each other by using Toby as fodder for their lust.  Toby was almost
delirious, licking Mike's chest and squeezing his pumping butt.  Mike was
humping Toby's chest and tummy since the little boy was so small.  His cock
was leaving trails of pre-cum all over Toby's torso.  I could see them
glinting in the lamplight.  It looked really great.

Wedged between the two brothers, Toby seemed to disappear as Mike and Matt
grabbed each other and pulled themselves in closer to Toby.  Because Toby's
head wasn't level with their faces, it gave the brothers a chance to
continue what they'd been doing in the SUV, making out with a ferocious
hunger that had grown hugely over the last 20 minutes or so.

Matt had the best of all possible worlds going for him at that moment:
Plunging his cock in and out of his cherished little brother's silken
asshole while he swapped deep and dirty kisses with his older brother.  As
soon as they began slamming their tongues into each other's mouths, Matt
kicked up the speed and force of his fucking.  His hips were bucking so
fast that he farted a few times.  We could hear Toby giggle and then gasp
again as Matt punched his cock hard into Toby's pretty ass.

"Ewww, Pony, you laid a bad one!" Toby said, muffled by the slick, twisting
bodies of the two brothers.

We all chuckled when Toby made that comment.  A moment or two after he said
it, the smell of Matt's farts drifted over to where we were all lounging.

"Christ, Matt, that's rank!" Stella said, laughing but clearly grossed out
by the smell.

Without missing a beat, only ungluing his mouth from Mike's so he could
speak, Matt said, "It's those frozen bean-and-cheese burritos I micro-waved
for lunch, I guess."

Then, in classic teenage behavior, he purposely farted again and laughed,
still fucking Toby all the while.

Everyone made "pee-eww" noises and screwed up their noses as the stench
reached us again.  But I noticed that Tim and Colin and I had all gotten
even harder and were whacking faster and faster.  No mystery here: it was
such a stereotypically guy thing to do and the stink of Matt's farts only
added to the incredibly thick and richly complex sex-odor of the room.
Mostly it was the stink of Matt's over-ripe pits that seared our nostrils
but now he had added a foul, fertile ass-stench to underscore his
sweat-stink.  He was really making the room reek.  Plus the smell of our
own excited, naked bodies coupled with the smell of little boy
butt-fucking...well, you can imagine.  A veritable delicatessen of human
body fragrances.

"Fuck, bro, you STINK!  You fuckin' stink like skunks in an onion patch!"
Mike rasped out, frowning and smiling nastily at the same time.  "When's
the last time you took a fucking shower, you nasty-ass fucker?"  He was
laughing and jerking Toby off with his thumb and index finger.

Matt ignored Mike's question, huffing and groaning and sucking in air as he
thrust away at Toby's backside.  When he was good and ready he panted out,
"About a week ago, I dunno...maybe 8 or 9 days ago."  He sounded proud and
defiant.  That turned me on big time.

Mike gave a grunt of acknowledgment and laughed knowingly.  Somewhere in
the back of his libido I knew that Mike really got off on how potent Matt
stank.

I certainly don't mean to make it sound like Matt smelled like a homeless
street person or anything gross like that.  He washed his face and asshole
every day with a wash cloth (soap and hot water for his face, but only hot
water for his ass) and was fanatical about oral hygiene.  He just enjoyed
the smell of his own hard-playing teenage body and he knew that not
showering for several days only added to the rich funk that was uniquely
his.

Mike was certainly not a stranger to the sexual power and effect of body
smells.  But he was a little subtler about flaunting his personal odors.
Mike liked at least a hint of his sweat to be always discernible, but he
never let himself get as pungent as his younger brother.  Still, we all
knew from watching them in action that Matt's sweat odor turned Mike on in
ways nothing else ever could.

"Well, you fuckin' stink, dude..."  He said it almost in a whisper, a
turned-on, excited whisper.  And then, as he continued grinding his dick
against Toby's body, he leaned forward and buried his face in Matt's hairy
pit, eyes closed and tongue swirling all around the wet, matted hair.

"Fucking nasty..." was all he could choke out as he continued nosing up and
down Matt's sweat-streaked arm.

"Get off, dude, I cant fuck right when you're so close to Toby," Matt said
after a few moments.

Mike half-snarled, half-laughed as he rolled himself off the bed and stood
up again.  I could tell he was just about to make some more snide comments
when Tim spoke up.

"Yeah, Mike, leave 'em alone.  They're doing fine without your help.  This
is a special night for them, just let 'em enjoy it."

Mike looked at his dad and started to protest and then thought better of
it.  He came back to the spot he'd occupied before joining the action on
the bed but I could tell he was a little pushed out of shape from his
father's reprimand.

Sherry quickly made him feel better by spreading her legs in invitation.
Mike whooped when he saw her wet pussy open up to him and they began to
fuck right there on the floor.

Matt maneuvered Toby back onto all fours and went at him doggy-style.  Toby
seemed able to handle this position better than the others but the ferocity
of Matt's thrusting was nearly knocking him off balance.  Still, he
couldn't help but sigh and whine from how great everything felt.

Matt was getting close to busting his nut.  The unmistakable signs of fast
approach were becoming evident in every move and sound he made.

As he pumped into the home stretch he assumed the position that we had seen
him use on the younger kids before when he was just rubbing his cock
against them, the position that never failed to fascinate me because it
looked so inhuman and sexy.  I called it "the spider", because that's what
it reminded me of.

He arched his body over Toby's without letting his weight rest on the
little boy, supporting himself on his toes and hands.  As his ass pumped
faster and faster, his whole body dripping with sweat, his hairy arms and
legs were bent at sharp angles.  Their hairiness is what reminded me of a
great, brown spider enveloping its hapless captive.  Toby was squealing
with mindless pleasure as Matt snapped and bit at his young, sensitive
flesh.

"Ohhhhh, Pony...we can pretend for real now...just like Batman and
Robin..."  Toby chirped these few words in his high, girlish voice.  But it
was all I needed to hear to make me nearly as frenzied as the two lovers.

"Yeah...yesssss...oh, we can, baby, yeah..." Matt breathlessly chuckled as
he kept fucking, like the idea hadn't occurred to him but was very much to
his liking.

Colin turned to me and murmured that Toby liked to play Batman & Robin with
Matt.

Toby, of course, was Robin to Matt's Batman.  Apparently, they would strip
and pretend they were in the Batcave getting ready to don their
crime-fighting costumes when suddenly they'd have an overwhelming urge to
get each other off in a very dynamic-duo-ish sort of way.  Afterwards,
they'd tear around the hills behind our backyard, pretending that they were
searching out the Joker's hidden lair and the missing costumes that the
arch-villain must have stolen.

The reason this was wildly sexy and exciting to me is that when I was a
little boy I also fantasized about the subliminal, unspoken relationship
between Batman and Robin.  I couldn't wait for each new issue of Detective
or Batman comics to hit the news stand, imagining myself actively
participating in an adventure-filled world of crime and heroics, fighting
courageously at the side of the man I adored like a father and a lover.

I always imagined how fantastic it would be to have Bruce Wayne as my
guardian, convincing him to let me support his secret night-time activities
by becoming his side-kick.  Somehow, in my childish masturbation fantasies
it always ended up with Batman tapping my virginal, pre-adolescent ass and
us exchanging vows of undying love to each other.  All very masculine and
heroic.  Now these two boys were making that same fantasy real.  Or, at
least, more real.

Matt was grunting like a pig by now, snorting and huffing as he raced
towards orgasm.  Toby was quietly saying, almost to himself, "I love you,
Batman, oh fuck me, I love you so much, Batman..."  I almost shot off but
held back by letting go of my cock.

Matt began nearly roaring as he got ready to unload inside his sweet
side-kick's asshole.

"Hunh-hunh-hunh...oh god, I'm gonna - huhn...oh, fuck, Toby, I love
you...yeah, Robin, I love your little ass, Toby...OH MY FUCKING
GOD!!...hunh-hunh...oh fuck I'm gonna shoot...!"

Suddenly, without warning, Toby shrieked and spasmed, his entire body
wracked with a mind-blowing dry orgasm that sent ripples of bliss through
his heaving, little frame.

Matt looked overcome and surprised for a flash before he opened his mouth,
threw back his head, and let out a roar that must have been heard in the
houses down the block.

Teeth gritted, damp hair glued to his forehead and sweat dripping into his
eyes, Matt bucked so deep into Toby that the little guy collapsed
underneath him, exposing Matt's thick, red prick for a brief instant before
he flopped himself down on top of Toby and plugged his asshole again.  In
that fleeting moment a blast of white-hot sperm shot out like a strong
stream of piss and slammed into the back of Toby's head.

Both boys were moaning loudly, sharp bursts of pure, primal release and
sexual nirvana.  Their moans seemed to go on and on and for a few seconds
it sounded like a lunatic asylum or a torture chamber.  The exquisite
sensations of physical pleasure coupled with the relentless waves of their
taboo-busting love made both boys howl like wild animals - deep, guttural
cries mixed with high-pitched keening and screams.

Matt's hairy ass bucked involuntarily a few times before he relaxed his
sweat-shined body on top of his tiny lover, smearing his face all over the
back of Toby's head and licking up the wad of fresh sperm that was already
dripping down the back of his hair.

Toby started trying to move with a sort of frantic hurry, and Matt quickly
pulled out of Toby's ass and flopped himself over flat on his back.

Toby scrambled onto his knees, straddled Matt, and let loose with a stream
of piss that made Matt yelp in nasty joy.

"Hell yeah, boy, give me your hot baby-nut!"  Matt was holding Toby's bony
hips in his hands, aiming the twisting ribbon of hot, yellow,
little-boy-piss directly into his face and gaping mouth.

"Cum all over me, Robin, shoot your piss all over me, oh you hot little
cunt-fuck, give it to me!  God, I fucking love you so much, Toby..."

Toby and Matt obviously had a system worked out between them -- a lovely,
logical thing, actually, if you think about it.  Too young to actually cum
yet, the boys had worked out a way for Toby to contribute the only sensual
body fluid he was capable of producing into their adventuresome lovemaking.
Matt had always liked drinking and playing with Toby's piss and it was
charming to see how they had incorporated it into their sex-play.

The girls thought Toby pissing all over Matt and his bed was not the most
romantic conclusion to a session of exuberant fucking.  They laughed
politely but quickly lost interest, probably because they knew they would
end up being the ones to change all the linens on the bed.

Matt was soaked pretty much head-to-shin and lolled luxuriously on the wet
bed as Toby flicked the final drops of urine off his tiny prick before
shoving it into Matt's mouth.  Within a minute or so, Toby was shaking with
another dry orgasm as Matt sucked him all the way to paradise.

When they were through, more wet kisses were exchanged and then came the
loving after-glow of the experience they had just shared.  The two boys
just smiled and stared into each other's eyes, their love and devoted
adoration of each other so clear that the rest of us might as well have
been invisible.

Matt was the first to rise, and when he did it was to wipe his ass-smeared
cock off on Toby's hair.  Both kids laughed liked dirty-minded banshees
while he did it and when he was through he bent over and buried his face in
Toby's hair, inhaling and savoring the aroma like a fine wine.

As Toby scooted towards the edge of the bed I could see a few shiny drops
of Matt's cum leaking out of his red, ravaged pucker and leaving a smear on
the piss-soaked bedspread.  Unable to contain myself any longer with just
watching, I moved forward and knelt at the foot of the bed, pulling Toby
towards me.

He giggled and writhed a bit as I rimmed his tiny asshole, making sure to
be gentle and tender with it.  The more I lapped at it, the more of Matt's
load kept leaking out.  The taste was phenomenal, just what you'd expect
from potent teenage seed oozing out of a darling, little 7 year-old boy's
thoroughly mauled fuckhole.

Matt and the others were watching us, quietly murmuring while I sucked on
Toby's slimy shitter.  Even Toby had stopped giggling and now just lay
there moving his arms and legs back and forth in slow-motion as I ate him
out.  Matt was wiping off his prick with the standard anti-bacterial baby
wipes we bought by the case at Costco.

When I was finished with his ass I skittered down his skinny legs and
licked his grimy feet, sucking each toe and wriggling my tongue between
each little digit.  The slightly sour smell and taste was refreshing after
the headier funk of his precocious little shitter.  Toby laughed like an
angel the whole time.

At last, Toby gingerly got to his feet and grimaced, holding his hand to
his backside.  We all laughed sympathetically and Matt hugged Toby to him
like a boyfriend should after he's just deflowered his virgin lover.

You can imagine how the rest of the night went once we were all snug in our
communal bed.  I don't think any of us got more than a few hours sleep but
we sure as shell burnt a shitload of calories!

>From that night onwards, Toby couldn't get enough of Matt's big prick
pistoning in and out of him.  He followed Matt around morning, noon, and
night and their relationship strengthened and deepened.  You may be
wondering just how deep a relationship a 7 year-old boy is capable of
feeling and sustaining.  But from what I witnessed, I would have to say
little kids are capable of being as deeply in love with someone as an older
kid or an adult.

To be honest, we all took turns on Toby.  And he loved it, couldn't get
enough.  Otherwise, we would have left him alone and let him have an
exclusive relationship with Matt.  But Toby was definitely a member of our
tribe and looked at all the fun sexual encounters he had with his dads and
brothers (not to mention his mom and grandmother and little sisters) as
just another way to play and have fun, albeit of a loving, physical nature.

I should mention here another result of that wonderful night when Matt
fucked his little brother-lover for the first time.

All their talk and play around pretending to be Batman and Robin inspired
us (actually, me) to do some research via the phone and computer into
getting costumes for them to make their fantasy even more realistic.

The result is that I was able to get Matt a kick-ass, state-of-the-art
Batman costume that looked and moved almost exactly like the more recent
film versions of the Batsuit.  It cost a small fortune but the effect was
totally worth it.

Toby, bless his little heart, wasn't much interested in the Robin costume
that was also available for sale.  He didn't like it much mostly because it
was designed for a man or older kid and was much too large for him.  But it
was also more like the body armor suit Robin wears in the movies, and Toby
wanted the old-school Robin costume.

We were all delighted that he preferred the old costume, because we knew
it'd look sexier on Toby than a suit of body armor.  Sherry ended up
designing it and took the drawings to a seamstress friend of hers to
actually build it.  It took over 2 weeks to get it just right but Toby was
thrilled the first time he put it on.

Once they got their costumes they played in them for at least an hour every
day.  This lasted for quite some time, far longer than you'd expect from 2
growing kids, one 18 and the other 7.

The interesting development, however, is that less than 2 months after I
got both boys suited up with their costumes, Mike had a life-choice
revelation.  He had come up with a great idea for a series of little films.

Mike was now 20 years old and full of ideas and plans for his future.  But
he had so many options open to him that none of them came to anything.  I
think he felt overwhelmed.  But now he had hit on an idea that he was
actually excited about.

Tim wasn't much of a help and he quickly grew impatient with what he saw as
Mike's tendency to drag his heels when it came to work.  I had to remind my
brother several times that Mike had pulled down amazing scores and grades
in high school and that he was always successful once he made up his mind
about undertaking something.

"That's just the problem, Cal, he won't make up his mind; and all he does
is lounge around all day or stay out all night partying."

"So what, bro?  It's not like we can't afford to support him until he
figures out what he wants to do.  He's still a kid, just leave him be;
he'll figure it out soon."

Tim almost always deferred to my judgment, even when it involved a
difference of opinion over the behavior of his boys.  Honestly, the line
between my kids and his kids had blurred irreparably years before.  Sherry
and I now thought of Matt and Mike as our kids, too, just like Tim thought
of Colin and Stella as his own.

In any case, Mike did indeed very quickly make a move towards figuring out
what he wanted to do next with his life.

I mentioned before that in years prior we had bought, renovated, and
restored several houses in our vicinity, thinking that the kids might want
to live in them at some point.  Up to this time, none of the kids had
expressed any interest in moving out, even if most of the homes were less
than a 10-minute walk away from our place.

Mike now told us that he wanted to move into one of the homes to set up
base for his big project - filming and producing amateur porn films and
some experimental artsy stuff, too.

I figured it was a fine and obvious solution to Mike's dilemma and
convinced the rest of the adults that Mike wasn't going to be distributing
his little movies in a way that could lead to legal hassles.  And besides,
all our kids had grown up accustomed to maintaining a more-or-less strict
secrecy about their private lives.  They knew how precarious our situation
was and therefore knew better than to engage in anything that might put our
family at risk.  Plus, Mike was crafty as hell and I knew he'd already
figured out the security situation; otherwise, he'd never have decided on
undertaking this project.

Mike's plan was to move into one of the larger homes with his good buddy
Corey, the porn addict and budding film-maker, the kid Mike had traveled
through Europe with.

We talked at length about what Corey did and did not know about the
workings of our tribe and decided to trust Mike's common sense, even after
he surprised us by saying that he had told Corey about screwing around with
his cousins (Colin and Stella) and his on-going affair with my wife.  He
said that Corey thought the whole thing was awesome and that he totally
understood why he had to be sworn to secrecy.

Mike said that while they were in Europe he and Corey had talked about
everything two guys can possibly talk about, by which he meant their most
secret sex fantasies and experiences.

Corey, it seemed, was into some really edgy stuff, including a huge incest
fetish.  Mike figured fate had put them together, so he had told Corey
quite a bit - though not all - about the workings of our family and how
he'd been raised.  Mike said that Corey beamed in horny pleasure when he'd
been told the truth.

Corey also admitted to having a major sexual attraction to little girls and
sometimes boys, kids around 6 and up.  He said he'd never done anything
with a kid before but that he found the idea of young kids fucking around
together totally hot and something he'd get off on filming.

Anyway, it made me feel more relaxed about the whole scheme and I think my
ease helped everyone else to relax, too.

The boys planned on converting the huge basement of the largest of the
homes into a functional film studio and production facility.  The space was
enormous, easily sound-proofed, with only a few windows needing to be
blacked out.  The set-up really was perfect.

Upstairs, the house was comfortably furnished and had lots of living space,
4 bedrooms, a deck, the whole deal.  The home also dated from the same era
as ours, the early 1900's, but wasn't nearly as enormous or stately.
Without a doubt, the boys would be supremely comfortable in their live/work
facility.

What brought about this entire revelatory plan was Mike watching Matt and
Toby in their costumed shenanigans late one afternoon.

They had been romping around outside fully costumed and then charged
indoors and up the stairs to the room we called the Nursery.  Once inside,
they promptly got down to the usual climax of all their play sessions.

Mike had apparently followed them upstairs to see what they were going to
do and by the time they all came back downstairs Mike knew he had found his
pot of gold.  He told us that what he had seen Toby and Matt get up to was
some of the hottest stuff he had ever seen and he wanted to turn their
pretend games into a series of films.

He said that both boys were pretty convincing in their roles and obviously
took great pleasure in pretending.  He said that although their
amateurishness was clear, somehow it made it all the more intense when they
got to the sex part.  The way they were able to work sex into their
story-game was brilliant and nasty and something Mike thought would be
worthy of his imagination and filmic eye for detail.

>From the time of his first watching Matt and Toby playing Batman and Robin
together, it took less than a month before Mike was moved into the film
studio-house and ready to begin production.

I reminded Tim that Mike could move like the wind when he really wanted to
accomplish something.  I did, however, resist the urge to say, "I told you
so."

Tim did ask me what good it was, seeing that what Mike was filming wasn't
something he'd ever be able to show, much less sell, publicly.  I figured
it was a great way for Mike to get his creative juices flowing and that the
project would inevitably lead him to more commercial ideas for future
films.  All he needed was a jump-start and it looked like this was it.  Tim
remained unconvinced, but kept his negative opinions to himself.

I will admit that making this series of porn flicks was a tremendously fun
and exciting project for the lazy summer days ahead.  Now that all the
older boys were graduated from high school we had most of the days free.
We were home-schooling Toby and the younger kids like we had Stella and the
boys, so our schedules were pretty flexible.

Mike enlisted most of us in the clan for roles in his movies as well as
tapping his wide circle of friends from Berkeley High School days.  He was
completely open with his friends about the fact that he was now shooting
porn flicks and, somewhat surprisingly, he had a number of calls from kids
who'd heard about the project and wanted to be involved.

But the Batman porn films were all performed by our clan.  It wasn't until
Mike had finished the series that he went on to other plot-lines with other
performers.

I won't go into much detail about these Batman movies, but I will say that
I ended up playing the butler Alfred since I was the oldest guy around.

Alfred got it on with Robin pretty often but most of his fucking happened
with Batman.  It was hilarious doing these movies, but we all got to fuck
the shit out of each other and when both boys were wearing at least some of
their costumes, well, it was amazing.

Seeing my jizz plaster Matt's lower face and the entire upper portion of
the bat-earred cowl was a fucking trip.  It looked super hot to me, but
maybe you have to be a childhood Batman fanatic to understand the nasty
thrill of seeing your fresh, hot nut splattered across the mask and chest
emblem of the idol you dreamt about having sex with when you were a kid.

Same thing when I shot in Toby's face and my jizz was fucking streaming off
his black domino mask and falling into his precious opened mouth.  What guy
hasn't thought about fucking Robin?  I mean, come on.  Better yet, knowing
that the kid behind the mask is probably your son in real life.  Fucking
wild, man.

Tim played Commissioner Gordon, who serviced both the Dark Knight and the
Boy Wonder.  It was startling but fucking amazing watching my brother get
reamed good by two costumed kids, especially when Toby topped him like a
righteous little vigilante, barking nasty shit at him and telling what to
do in his hard, little-boy hero's voice, while Matt crammed his horse cock
down his father's gagging throat.

Colin played the prized role of the Joker because we needed a good actor as
well as a good lover for the role.  I have to say that he was brilliant: a
terrifyingly unstable, sex-crazed madman, sadistic and unpredictable, yet
oddly seductive - even with bright green hair, white skin and that
beautifully leering smile Colin contorted his face into.  Sexy and scary at
once.

Mike hooked Stella into playing Catwoman, who had a thing for Robin and
seduced him into fucking her while Batman was tied up and forced to watch,
being made to suck the Joker's green-pubed cock.  She even fucked Robin up
the ass with a strap-on dildo we had lying around, an impromptu scene that
turned out to be one of the most sizzling sequences in the entire series.
Stella's cries as Toby fucks between her tits with his little stiffy before
eating her out and then fucking her ass with the same strap-on were
unbearably hot.

Sherry was doing her month at the camp when we filmed these movies, so she
wasn't able to appear in any of them.  She sure got a kick out of watching
them, though!

Filming took the major part of 3 weeks.  We filmed mostly at the
studio-house, but several scenes were filmed outdoors or at our home.

We'd watch what had been shot that day, making comments and suggestions and
pestering Mike with all sorts of questions about when the finished project
would be ready to show.

About halfway through filming Mike stopped showing us the daily rushes.  He
told us if we saw too much of the raw footage, the final film wouldn't be
as much fun to watch when it was edited and ready to view.

Once the filming was complete, Mike and Corey virtually disappeared for the
better part of 3 more weeks until Mike showed up at our house one afternoon
and casually asked us if we wanted to see the finished film that evening.

We felt thrilled to be the first people to see the movie.  It was as if we
were going to be watching the premiere of a Hollywood flick, the same sort
of excitement, including butterflies in our stomachs.

The films were amazing, just slick-looking enough to make the amateurish
quality of the performances exciting and sexy.  The kids were masked
through much of the movie and when they are finally seen unmasked it comes
as a happy, thrilling, perverted shock to see how young Batman and Robin
really are.

Mike said he knew he could get big bucks for copies of this movie and that
he had already been in contact with several Internet friends who wanted to
purchase a copy for whatever amount Mike charged.  Tim asked him how much
he thought he could get for it, and Mike said he was thinking about $200
for each of the four 15-20-minute segments.  So, if someone wanted to get
the whole movie, it'd cost them $800.  That sounded fair to us.

I should say a little about how Mike marketed and sold these films.

Several years prior, when the boys were in their mid-teens, Colin found a
group on the Internet called Families United (not it's real name, but
close).  F.U. was a network of families who lived much the same sort of
lifestyle that we did.  These families were all over the world, though
there weren't that many of them at the time.  In order to join the group,
prospective members had to go through a complicated series of steps in
order to guarantee that everyone's privacy and security would remain
uncompromised.  Once cleared, new members had access to the group's online
boards and chat lines.

Through Colin, we all made lots of new friends and ended up feeling more
connected to the outside world, happy to know that we weren't alone in our
pioneering work.

F.U. even had an annual international retreat that we began attending every
year.  Officially, this yearly retreat was for networking and relaxing with
like-minded people.  The location changed every year, usually being held at
a private estate or at secluded campgrounds.  On rare occasions it was held
at a hotel but everyone hated that because it meant that everyone had to be
far more circumspect about behaviors and speech.

The retreat lasted a week, ending with a huge party that turned, not
unexpectedly, into a whopping orgy.  Try hiding that at a public hotel and
you'll understand why we preferred private accommodations.  By the week's
end, the most important part of the retreat had been accomplished, the
swapping of infants and very young kids within the group.

Families that needed girls or boys would post their needs on the Boards and
then arrangements would be made for trades at the actual retreat.  It was
also a great way to guarantee new blood into our clans, decreasing the
possibility of birth defects or whatever.

With so much fucking going on, it was inevitable that many of the females
would leave the retreat knocked-up.  In fact, that was one of the stated
goals of the retreats.  Within a month or so, people would post the
announcements online and once sexes were determined, the messages about
swapping came fast and furious.

As a whole, I have to say that most of the families were awesome.  Like any
group, there was a fair share of assholes, too, but even these freaks were
pretty interesting.  For the most part they kept to themselves and sort of
weeded themselves out naturally.

Most often, everyone had a great time, from the elders to the littlest
kids.  Daily activities and excursions were arranged to keep everyone happy
and active with the evenings usually reserved for talent shows and
"mixing", which was really a sort of a casual breeding program.  People
would approach each other during the days and make their desires known
after a brief interview about genetics and personality traits.  The whole
event was a remarkable experiment in family planning and, in a sense,
eugenics.

When we first started attending these conferences the majority of the
families were European and American, but after a few years most of the
world's races and nationalities were represented.  There were Christians,
Jews, Muslims, Buddhists, pagans, atheists; whites, blacks, Asians, Latins;
straight families, gay families, communes, you name it, it was probably
represented.

Anyway, Mike knew that he had a gold mine with these films and he marketed
them to the entire mailing list of the F.U.  Most of the group members were
quite affluent, so he figured he'd make a bundle.  And he did.  Ultimately,
Mike and Corey made close to $100,000 on the Batman films, not a bad haul
at all.  Our whole clan became instant stars within the F.U. and Mike got
several commissions out of it, too.

Maybe it was partially due to Toby being fully sexualized at such a young
age, but whatever the reason, Toby got his first nut when he was 11.  His
voice had started to change and he had peach fuzz on his cheeks and above
his upper lip by the time he was 10 1/2.  We knew we had a very early
bloomer on our hands and believe me, we took full advantage of it.

Mike had been dating several girls simultaneously at this time, much as
he's always done.  One afternoon, a girl named Melissa came over to spend
some time with Mike but he hadn't come home yet from the studio.  While
Melissa waited for him to arrive, Toby put the moves on her and when Mike
got home and went upstairs to his bedroom he found Toby fucking the hell
out of her on his bed.

We found out a month or so later that she was pregnant and Mike talked her
into carrying the baby and letting us adopt it.  We were all wildly excited
by the advent of another new baby, especially one with some new blood.  And
what made it even more spectacular was realizing that the baby's father was
our 11 year-old Toby!

I hadn't intended to cover so much ground in this chapter, but I wanted to
give a summary of how our clan developed during these years.

Next time I'll jump ahead and fill you in on how things fell into place and
what we're all up to currently.