My Dads draft 28
by Jon Hold
Copyright ©2015 by the Author
Jonhold@earthlink.net
I turned to go into the house--and there stood Miss Brambles, our formidable `Housekeeper' I actively hated her. Mostly, I suppose, because she scared the hell out of me (and just about everyone else). She fixed me with her gimlet eye, and then actually spoke to me, a rare occurrence. A sense of doom wafted my good spirits away like a fallen leaf caught in a gale. Gag!
"Come here, boy!"
She always gave orders. She never asked anyone anything. She TOLD! I think she was the original boot camp drill instructor for the US Marine Corps. Having been born with an IQ over 3, and a good sense of self-preservation, I immediately did what she wanted and stood before her titanic majesty.
"Humm." She looked me up and down. "Boy..." (I always wondered if she even knew my name.) "I been in this house three generations now. My Ma been here three generations before that. And her Ma before her. We seen a lot a ya boys growed up. Some good 'n some bad. Your fathers pa done had three sons. The two good ones died in Vietnam. Men they was, though, Joey, you was namet fer him ya know..." (No. I didn't know. I didn't know HE even had brothers!) "..., he were only 17 when he were kilt. The two good uns die't 'n left that worthless father of your's to inherit. Shameful mess that was! Yore Grandpap must'a spun in his grave ov'r that. N' yer mama's daddy wooda never let him in this house.
"Well, he's gone now, 'n good riddance to bad trash sez I. I been watchin' you boy, since't yore new Pap done come. I done watched what you just done too. I think yore Grandpap would'a liked you boy. I think he'a plumb liked ya. This place be yours now, boy. This place and more. You might just make a man ta run it proper like, sez I."
I just stood there dumbfounded.
"Yore Grandpap, he done like men a powerful lot too ya know. Had him a boy to sleep with ever since he were a boy hizself. An had one of them light-footed boys to keep him company when he started becom'in a man an having them urges you mens get. One of my brothers it were. They loved each a powerful lot until Billy-Bob were kilt in that accident.
"Yore Grandpap, he loved yore grandmama like the air he breathed though. Always treated her right and proper, he did. Always had him a boy, or man to service his needs, but he treated your grandma jest right all the time. Honorable man he were. Plumb honorable. I think he'a liked you, boy.
"You don't never worry about yore strong urges, boy. You get that from yore Grandpap. 'N his Daddy too, clean on back as far as my family done knowed them. Always loved they men, 'n always picked prime filly's to sire their baby's on. 'N loved them 'n kept them all happy and satisfied too. Wish 'ta be I had me a son ta put with you for service. But a mean old lady like me don't get many men friends come a callin'. Billy-Bob's son done got a boy bout the right age to put with you. Recon' I'll ask to have him move here from the farm.
"This house needs it's honor brought back, boy. 'N I think you just the man to do that proper. Anybody in this house, they give you any lip, 'er they taunt you any, you tell Granny Brambles and I clean they clock, real good. You hear me, boy?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Don't call me ma'am, boy. You call me 'Granny' from now on. You hear me?"
"Yes, Ma... Yes, Granny."
"Good!"
I stood there in total confusion as Miss Brambles, I mean Granny, turned and walked back into the house. Criminy! I'd never even heard of Granny saying anything nice about or to anyone! Even the preacherman at her church called her "a hard person." And Granddad? And his Father?
A voice behind me said, "What's the matter, boy? You look like a truck just hit you."
I whirled around and saw Mr. Clzinik standing there. I hadn't even heard his car pull up.
"OH! Hi, Mr. Clzinik. Sorry, I was just thinking." I put my hand out to him to shake.
He looked down at my hand and asked, "Is that how one of my boys welcomes his dad home?"
A big grin spread over my face as my knees quickly bent to propel me upwards. I landed about two-thirds of the way up his tall frame and swarmed the rest of the way up to his lips. He cupped my fanny in one hand (and patted it too) and gave me a loud, smacking kiss.
I leaned back, holding on to his neck with both hands and pouted. "That's not how MY Daddy welcomes me!"
"Oh? And just how does your Daddy welcome you?" Mr. Clzinik said with one eyebrow arched.
"He puts his hand INSIDE my pants and he puts his tongue INSIDE my mouth. Not a sissy kiss like that one."
"Well, we'll just have to see if we can't do better then, won't we." My legs clamped tighter around his waist to hold me in place as his hand moved to lift the waistband of my shorts and slide inside. About the same time I felt his tongue pushing my teeth apart I felt his big middle finger right up inside my moist butthole. I was still slick from when Dad's finger had been in there just a few minutes before. Mr. Clzinik was washing out the insides of my mouth and pumping his finger in and out of me go-for-broke. My legs were trembling as I kept thrusting my tingling dick into the hard gut in front of me and I was just starting to whimper into the mouth clamped over mine when I heard another voice from behind me.
"Well! I ain't never seen no sech a thing!"
Mr. Clzinik and I both turned our heads and saw Miss Brambles standing there with my overnight bag in her hand. Mr. Clzinik turned sideways so she couldn't see his hand going down inside my britches so easy.
Shaking her head, Miss Brambles said, "I swear I ain't never seen one boy with so many menfolk pestering after him. You'd think he was a bitch in heat the way you mens go sniffing around him."
I smiled and boy kissed Mr. Clzinik on the lips. "Mr. Clzinik, this is my Granny. Granny, this is Jock's father, Mr. Clzinik."
Mr. Clzinik looked down at me. "I thought your grandparents were dead, Joey?"
"They are, Mr. Clzinik. Granny isn't my grandmother, she's my Granny."
Mr. Clzinik had a puzzled look on his face following that statement as Granny walked over to us. She put her hand on top of Mr. Clzinik's and held his hand even tighter to my butt, driving his long, fat finger completely inside me.
"Don't let the boy fluster you none Mr. C. Hope you don't mind me calling you that. Don't reckon I can say your name proper. I ain't fer real the boys grandma. His family and mine goes back a long ways and we got ourselves a special relationship like. His grandpa told me to take care of his boys just before he up and died, and I reckon this one's worth taking care of."
"Don't worry about my name, Granny. You just call me Jerzy. Or Mr. C's fine too, but I'd be proud if you'd call me by my first name."
Granny reached up and took Mr. Clzinik's wrist and pulled his hand out of my shorts. "Looks like you're going ta be a member of the family if this boy has anything to say about it. And he will from the way he's hanging onto you. His grandpa was the same way with the stableman at that age. Wouldn't let go of him til' he got what he wanted. And then lived in the stables for three months." Her cackling laughter filled the air and then, out of nowhere, her hand landed on my butt and darn near lifted me clean off of my perch.
"And you don't go making fun of your elders boy, or I'll blister your bottom proper! You hear me?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
WHACK! She laid another one on me.
"I mean, Yes, Granny. I'm sorry."
"That's some better, Boy. You mind yore manners. Mr. Jersey, you listen to me now. This here boy is just as plum full of life as a young stallion can be. I know that the Mr. and Mrs. told you to be like a Daddy to him while you're in charge of him. And now you listen to what I tell you. This boy gonna make your life miserable til' you give him what he needs. You don't calm him down before that plane ride tomorrow he's gonna embarrass you in front of all them strangers sure as can be. You done been warned. Now take his bag and get him out of here before I take him across't my knee and tan him proper."
Mr. Clzinik laughed and jogged me higher up on his waist and walked over to the car. The drivers door was open and he tossed me into the front seat. Then he leaned in and dropped my overnight bag into the back. Getting into the drivers seat he asked, "Is that all the luggage you're taking for this trip?"
"No, Sir. The chauffeur took my luggage to the airport earlier this morning. It will be on the plane tomorrow."
He started up the car and we waved good-bye to Granny and drove off down the driveway. "Good. We can go naked where we're staying a lot, but you're going to need some clothes. And you call me 'Dad', OK?"
"Yes, Sir. I mean, Yes, Daddy." I slid over next to him and lifted his arm over my shoulder so I could snuggle up against his side. I put his arm down across my front and tucked his hand into my crotch. With a deep sigh, I let go of most of the tension of the day and relaxed into the side of Jock's wonderful Father, our Daddy. He smelled and felt SO good. He cupped my little package of dick and balls in his fingers and absentmindedly felt me up as we drove quietly down the road.
Jock and his brothers and sisters mobbed their Dad as usual when we walked through the front door. I jumped up on Mr. Clzinik with the rest of them. After a few minutes of this Mrs. Clzinik called us all in to dinner.
Dinner was a noisy informal affair with everyone sharing the happenings of their day, each in turn, with questions and comments coming from all sides. Mr. Clzinik told everyone about his leaving for two or three weeks and that Joey and I would be accompanying him and that my dad had said that I was to be his son for the duration. Yes, I was their brother. Yes, they were my brothers and sisters. Yes, she was my mother and ribald jokes about her not even noticing that she was pregnant again. The food was good and dinner was FUN.
I did chores with Joey that evening, drying while a couple of the girls washed and one of the big boys put the dishes away. Then there were games and TV until bedtime. Since it was a real warm night, all the boys headed out back to the big outdoor showers while the girls used the inside bathroom to get ready for bed. Still joking and playing around, Mr. Clzinik and his sons, including me, stripped off in the anteroom and headed into the showers. In sheer volume and mass, I'd never seen so much cock in my life, not even in a locker room full of Jr. Highschool boys. Everyone was helping each other wash up and I took the opportunity to explore some really nice dicks. I had a constant hard-on that started about two seconds after I dropped my pants.
Jock regaled everyone with stories about my bathroom, and I invited everyone to visit and use my bathroom for a group shower, or one at a time (with me) if they preferred. I was being very carefully and thoroughly washed by Junior (Jerzy Clzinik, Jr., eldest son of Jerzy Sr.) as Joey continued with his description of my bathroom and some of the games we played there. My hard-on was nowhere nearly the only one in the room.
Junior (who I already knew from the Honors Tutoring Program at school, where he was President of the Honor Society in High School) picked me up and said that he was taking me to bed with him for the night. Joey got face-to-face with him (well, more like face-to-cock, considering their respective heights) and said `no way' Junior was running off with his brother. Junior allowed as how I was his brother too. Jock said I was his brother first, which led to some explanations about what we'd been doing and even more explanations about why he'd kept one brother a secret from his other brothers.
Things were getting a little ugly, with Jock on the downhill side, when Mr. Clzinik broke in. "It don't matter who was first! He's your brother and that's all that matters. Anybody want'a argue with ME about it?"
Everybody agreed that Paw was right and that none of them cared to challenge him on this.
Mr. Clzinik cross-examined Jock on just how he and I had bonded as brothers. He thought it over for a minute and said he thought that was a real good way to take care of the problem. The boys all agreed that Jock and I had come up with a really good way to initiate a new brother and I started looking around at all that dick with a lot more intimate interest.
Mr. Clzinik told all the boys to move over to one long wall and line up by seniority. Junior put me down and quickly explained that order of seniority was usually by age but that someone could move up or down the line as a reward or as punishment. Then he moved over and took his place at the top of the line. Mr. Clzinik told Jock to come over and sit in his lap since he was already initiated as my brother and then told the rest of the boys to face the wall and then get down on their hands and knees. Then he told me to come over to where he and Jock were sitting on an old redwood lawn chair.
"Joey," he told me, "I've got too many boys for you to initiate them all in one night, but I want you guys bonded before we leave on our trip so I'm going to have you symbolically fuck each of my sons. Take your time, and enjoy yourself. You can feel them up and look them over as much as you want, but just fuck each one of them enough to let them get a good feel of your dick inside them and for you to know what their insides feel like. You can cum if you want, but you'd better keep a hard-on long enough to dick them all or you and I will have a little session, you understand?"
"Yes, Sir. You want me to say `Hello' to each of my new brothers so that they'll know that I am their brother, right?"
"That's it!"
I got tears in my eyes and climbed up in Mr. Clzinik's lap with Joey. "You really and truly want me to be one of your sons, don't you?" He just gave me a big hug and kissed me. "They're all going to be my brothers, and I really, really want them to be my brothers. But I want you to be my Daddy too. Are you going to make me your really and truly Son tonight?"
"You'll be too worn out for that tonight, Joey. Tomorrow night, in Bermuda, you and Joey and I will take care of that. OK?"
"Yes, Sir. I can wait. Just as long as I know you want me to really be your son." I gave him a big kiss and crawled off his lap, saying, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some brothers to meet!"
I turned and looked at the lineup being offered to me. My dick tried to swell up even bigger as I tried to figure out where to start. I walked over to the boys and started out by feeling each butt, sliding a finger into the ready holes and getting a good feel of dicks and balls in the process. Hairy and smooth, broad and narrow, skinny, bubble, hard, tight and one even a little bit chubby. Nice, fine butts being offered for my appraisal and use. I finally decided to take them by order of seniority, the way they were lined up.
I moved behind Junior and got down on one knee. Caressing the hairy globes he was offering to me was a trip. Here was a nineteen year old High School senior athletic hero jock allowing a Junior High kid free access to his most private parts. Asking me to use him any way I desired and telling me how good my hands felt on his body. Junior spread his knees further apart so that I would have complete, unobstructed access to all his naughty bits.
I was rubbing his butt and lower back and staring at his exposed butthole and admiring the way his heavy gonads swung back and forth when the urge to taste his hairy butt overwhelmed me. I was on both knees by now, so it was pretty easy to duck my head and start licking and kissing his butt slit. He quickly opened up for me and in no time my tongue was licking and caressing the velvety soft flesh inside the butt I was about to fuck.
Junior was begging me to dick him, so I straightened up and put the tip of my drooling rod against the mouth of his slick cunt and just held it there. Junior tried to back over my shaft but I pulled back and slapped his ass really hard and told him to not be so eager. Once he resumed his position I put my dickhead back against his inflamed nether mouth and held it there again. The lips of Juniors ass-mouth reached out and tried to engulf me but I pulled back before he could get me. Slapping his butt really hard between each word, I told him to hold still or I'd never fuck him. Once he seemed to acquiesce, I touched his opening with my dick again.
Junior began begging, "Please, Joey. Please don't tease me. I need to feel your cock inside me. Please fuck me with your cock, Joey. Please." Whining and crying, Junior continued to beg for my dick in front of his brothers and daddy.
"Are you going to bend over and offer me your pussy any time I want it?" I asked.
"Yes. Yes. Oh please. Yes. You can fuck me anytime you want if you'll just fuck me now."
Still just barely touching him I asked, "Are you going to be a good fuck for me?"
"Oh, yes. I'll fuck you the best you've ever been fucked. I'll do the very best I can!"
"Good boy, brother Junior." I said. And a second later I jammed my cock into him as hard and deep as I could and immediately pulled it back out and stood up.
"Noooo! Don't stop now. Fuck me more than that!" Junior demanded.
I stepped to the side and started spanking his ass with my bare hand. While I was spanking him I told him I didn't like people that broke their word and that if I ever fucked him again, I'd fuck him the way I wanted to and that however I fucked him he'd say `Thank you' and mean it or else! When his ass was bright red I finally quit spanking him and stepped over to eighteen year old Jazz, who was next in line.
That was one 19 year old who wasn't going to boss me around.
I sat on Jazz's butt and then laid down on his back. Reaching around his big chest to play with his nipples I whispered into his ear. "Jazz, Joey tells me you like to be fist fucked. Is that true?" Jazz just nodded his head. "When I get back from the trip, after I fuck you for real so we can really be brothers, will you let me fist fuck you? I've never done that before."
"Sure. I'd love to have you fistfuck me, especially if you use a paddle on me first."
I slid back on Jazz's back and slipped my dick up inside of him. "You mean I can put my hand in here?"
"Your hand and your arm too. If you work at it, I'll bet you can get your whole arm in me, right up to the shoulder. Joey can."
Jazz was massaging my dick with the muscles inside his ass, he had great control and it felt like I was fucking him like crazy. "That'll be so cool, Jazz. Thanks. I've got to fuck the other guys now, but as soon as I get back I want to spend a whole night with you. OK?"
"Yeah, man. We'll have a really good time. Can I fuck you too?"
"You better. You've got a really neat dick..." (I was caressing his dick by now.) "...I want you to try and teach me how to take a fist up my ass too. Will you?"
"Hey. If we're going to be brothers, I'll help you learn anything I know."
"Thanks, Jazz. I've got to go now, but we'll finish this when I get back." I climbed off of Jazz and moved over to where the twins were crouched side-by-side.