From: Art_Fish@hotmail.com (Dr. Fish) Subject: - MYNEWFAM.TXT [01/01] Date: Fri, 26 Dec 1997 15:00:32 GMT Organization: St. Dismas Infirmary for the Incurably Informed MY NEW FAMILY I first learned about our move when my father arrived home and announced, "David, son, start packing. We move this weekend." "Okay." I said. I'd always hated the small apartment we shared; my room was little bigger than a closet. "Where?" "To a farm in the country." Dad sat down and said, "Son, you know I'm gay, yes?" "Yes." Dad had told me he was gay when I was eight. I still hadn't told him I was gay, too. It didn't seem appropriate. I should mention that my Dad is only 35; he met my mother when he was only sixteen and I was born only a year later. All part of his attempts to "straighten myself out" as he put it. Still, he'd done okay by me, working on a construction site to afford to feed both of us (my mother had left me with him and headed for parts unknown when I was three, I had no memory of her) while he went to college part-time. He was now a builder. But back to the conversation. "I've met a man at one of the construction sites. He's a very nice man and well, we've been seeing each other for six months and are ready to try a relationship." "We're moving in with him?" I asked. Dad never brought home his dates, so the man was a mystery to me. "A man I've never met?" "You've met him, son. It's Romano Martinelli. I brought him over for dinner just last week." Romano Martinelli, yes, I remembered him. Born in Italy, a dark haired man with sharp cheekbones and a raw masculinity to his muscled frame. A construction foreman, Dad had introduced him to me with an intensity I now understood. I wasn't meeting a coworker, I was meeting Dad's lover! Still I couldn't fault Dad's taste in men. Romano had danced through my dreams for every night since then. Now I was going to be living with him! "The three of us, then?" I asked casually. "Romano has a son." Dad chided. "And a big house on a small plot of land outside the city. It's better than both of us moving to a place here, don't you think? You can ride in with us and still attend your old school. His son's your age, and attends your school the same way. Perhaps you know him. Tony Martinelli." Tony! My god, the biggest, handsomest boy in my senior class. He'd just turned eighteen and was on the baseball team. "I know him." That was an understatement. I was going to be sharing a house with two of the best-looking men in town! I went to pack happily. Dad shouted over my shoulder as I left to pack. "You and Tony will be sharing a room until we can add onto his house. I thought that should wait a while until we all get settled and know how things are going to work out. When we do, you'll get all new furniture and we'll sell this stuff for now. You can have any money from the sale of your stuff. So get rid of anything you don't want." Tony and his father came to help us move; Romano had a pickup. I was only taking clothes and personal items and so was dad, so one trip fully loaded, we set out. Tony and I balanced atop the load in chairs we'd strapped on for that purpose, and talked as Romano and Dad sat in the cab. I got details from Tony; his story was much the same as mine, save that his mother had died when he was little, and his father had come out to him about the same time mine had. Dad and Romano had met at a gay parent's meeting of some kind, and recognized each other. Tony concluded by leaning closer. "What do you think of my dad?" he asked. "He seems nice." I said. "You think he's cute?" Tony leered at me. "Huh? What do you mean?" "I mean I've seen you looking at me in the shower." Tony said, clutching at me. He had a huge, uncut schlong, I remembered. "Uh, Tony, I'm sorry." I said. "Hey, David, don't sweat it." Tony said. "I've known for over a year and I haven't told anyone. In fact," and his hand travelled over and perched on my thigh, "I'm looking forward to us sharing my bed. You're cute, David, did you know that?" "Me?" I stuttered. His hand was travelling towards my crotch as we talked. Did I dare place my hand on his crotch? "Sure, a cute blond-haired kid like you. The girls are all crazy about you, and you don't give them the time of day. That was what really gave you away. If you wanted to hide it, you should have dated a few now and then like I did." "You did." "Sure, you can't go advertising you're gay around high school! Best to wait until college, when the kids won't care." Tony said. "That's what I'm going to do." I looked at Tony with new eyes as his hand came in for a landing on my crotch. I put my hand on his bulge and found a stiff cock waiting for it. "I repeat, do you think my dad's cute? Your dad sure is. He works out, doesn't he?" "Yeah, we both do. There're weights in the stuff we packed. "That explains all those muscles he and you have. You're really cute, David." Tony jerked his hand away; we were arriving in the village near the Martinelli farm. "We'll talk about it all tonight." Tony had a big room, 12x12 easy, with a big, king-sized bed. No problem with sharing anything, he said as he jerked his clothes over in his closet to make room for mine. "Throw your underwear in there." he opened a dresser drawer revealed to be full of his briefs. "We'll mix them together and not worry who's is who's." I tossed my red and blue briefs in with his white boxers. I'd wear his boxes tomorrow, I decided. Maybe everyday. Night came all too soon as we all unpacked. Romano turned out to be a wonderful cook and I was stuffed with rigatoni as I got ready for bed. Tony and I undressed in his room with the lights turned low. I pulled out my pajamas, but Tony put his hand on mine. "I sleep raw." he said. "Pajamas will just get in our way, don't you think?" "Uh, yeah." I still hadn't told Tony I was a virgin for all my looking at him and others in the shower. I wasn't sure of what to do, and how to do it. I watched his body as he shucked his shirt. Firm, round muscles showed he had his own work-out routine. He wasn't a body- builder, but his muscles made nice, circular lines all over his chest and formed squares across his taut stomach. Hair was abundant though not long, making his body seemed brown and black striped, like a tiger. Tony came over. "Having troubles with those buttons, brother?" he said. He unbuttoned my shirt and ran his hands across my rather-hairless chest. "Mmm, I like what I see." he grunted as he played with my nipples." "Uh, Tony, can I be honest with you?" I gasped as my cock gave itself away in my unzipped pants, a red tent on my groin. "Sure, let's be honest." Tony said as he reached for my crotch. "I've never done it before." I got out. He looked at me. "Wanna know a secret?" "Sure." "I haven't either. We're two virgins, David," he gulped and looked at me. "But we'll take care of that tonight." "But, but I don't even know what to do." I wailed. "I have a pretty good idea." Tony said. "But tell you what. Your dad and mine have been over there in the next room several times. They always tell each other what to do. You be your dad and I'll be mine. We do what they do. Deal?" "Okay." I said. Tony opened the nightstand drawer, pulled out tubes of lubricant. "Then let's get undressed and in bed. They'll be starting in soon." I shucked my pants and briefs, yanked off my socks and crawled into bed. Tony was right behind me, and as I settled in he climbed on top of me, his rigid cock brushing mine and we kissed. "Mmmm." I groaned but he shushed me. "Shh. I think they're about to begin. "Oh, yeah, Charles," Romano groaned. "Lick my nipples, lick my nipples." I grinned. Tony was right. We'd get a, pardon the expression, blow-by-blow of tonight's action with my father and his. I leaned down and rolled Tony off of me, and took one of his stiff tits into my mouth, sucked on it hard. "Ouch, man, take it easy!" Tony groaned. "Yeah, man, hard, suck them hard." Romano said in the next room. I sucked harder and Tony moaned first in pain, then in passion. His cock grew rock-hard underneath my hand and I grabbed it, jacked it slowly. My dad's voice came softly into the room. "Oh, Romano, let me suck your cock. Please, let me suck it." "Please, Tony," I begged. "Can I suck your cock?" "Sure, Charles, go for it." "Go for it." Tony whispered and I took him into my mouth. I was clumsy, unskilled, but our eagerness made up for it. I tasted salty precum on his cockhead, licked it off quickly and and lunged down over his cock. Tony groaned, arched his back and nearly lifted both of us up. What he really did was jam his cock into my throat, all the way down. My mouth was full of cock! I gagged, choked, eased up. "I think it takes practice." I said in a strangled tone. "Then jerk it for me, man, jerk it for me." Tony groaned. "Yeah, suck that cock." Romano raved from the next room. "Take it all the way down." "Yeah, pound my pud for me, David. Pound it!" Tony ordered me. I flogged Tony's cock furiously for him, and he moaned, thrashed beneath me, and my hand got sticky with his oozing precum. "Now slick it up for me. Rub this lube on it." Tony seemed ready for this, and he grabbed the lube and handed it to me. "Rub this lube on it." he echoed. I unscrewed the cap, squeezed out a generous portion and smeared his cock with it. "Yeah, coat it all for me." Romano ordered my father. In different rooms, my father and I both stroked stiff dicks, smearing them with lube. I wondered why. Shows how dumb I was, then. "Now shove some up your ass." Romano ordered. I shrugged, squeezed more onto my hand and reached for my ass, smeared it around on my ass cheeks. "Slick your asshole up, Charles." Romano said. Tony grabbed the tube and squeezed some onto his hand, said, "Like this, dufus." and he rammed a lube-coated finger into my asshole. I moaned with the pain, and Tony stopped, gently withdrew it. "Sorry, David. Let me try it slower." and he gently worked the lube into my ass, slowly moving it in deeper until I could tell he had three fingers in my ass. No more pain, either, instead, a warm sensation that accumulated in my stomach. This felt good! "Damn, you're loose now, David." Tony said. "Now roll onto your back." Romano's voice ordered my dad. "Do it." Tony whispered to me, and I did. He then crawled between my legs, lifted them up onto his shoulders. "Yeah, stick it in me!" My dad yelled from the next room. And Tony shoved his cock in. It didn't hurt, much. With all the lube in my ass and on his cock, it was easy. And it felt terrific. Tony withdrew and poked it in again. He was doing something in there, I could tell. Each time he pumped into me, there was a strange rubbing sensation. He was hitting something in there, and it felt great! "Ooh, yeah, Tony, fuck me." I murmured. "Fuck me, Romano, fuck me hard!" came my dad's voice from the next room. Tony responded by speeding up his thrusts, until the bed beneath us squeaked loudly in time to his lunges. Squeak, squeak, squeak. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Martinelli cocks were plugging Johansen asses in this house. My dad was yelling from the next room, yelling in pleasure at Tony's dad's fuck, while Tony fucked me in the next room. I began to echo my dad, louder and louder, "Oh, yeah, Tony, fuck me, fuck me!" Tony clapped a hand over my mouth. "Shh!" he said desperately. "They'll hear you!" Both men next door were groaning loudly. "How can they?" I retorted. "Fuck me, Tony! Oh, God, it feels so good. Fuck me, stud, fuck me." And Tony speeded up until his ass was a bobbing blur I could see over his heaving shoulders, his arms around my chest, pinning my legs to my stomach while my feet waved wildly overhead. "Oh, God, Romano, I'm coming!" my dad shouted from the next room. My dad was coming. My father's cock, spraying Romano with come. That did it. I shot my load along with my father, and the white globs sprayed Tony's chest and face, dripped off his chin onto me. "Uh, uh, uh, oh yeah, oh yeah!" Romano was shouting. He was coming too. As the sounds from next door quieted, Tony smothered a moan on my shoulder and I felt my ass filling with his come. A wonderful lassitude overcame us, and cemented together with my come, Tony and I went to sleep in each other's arms. We slept until perhaps 2:00 a.m. when sounds from next door woke me up. Romano and my dad were at it again. Well, I suppose it was a sort of honeymoon. Hugging, kissing, groaning obscenities at each other. I sat up and Tony, rolled off me by this action, woke up. "What is it?" he said. I grinned down at him in the dim light. "They're at it again. The deal was that we'd do what they did." Tony roused, reached up and kissed me. "Sounds fair. You ready to get fucked again?" "You ready to get fucked again?" Romano echoed from next door. I grinned. What a good coincidence, for my father responded, "No, this time I get to fuck you." "What?" Tony gasped. "What?" Romano said. "Hey, when we were casual lovers, I didn't care." My father explained. "If we're going to be steady lovers, though, I want to be able to fuck you, too." "You heard that, Tony?" I laughed at him, his startled face pressing an ear to the wall. "Come on, dad, don't do it." Tony begged his father. "Afraid of your own medicine?" I queried. "It feels good. You'll like it." "You'll like it." my father said. "It feels great. I was beginning to wonder who was mimicking who here. "Well, all right." Romano said to Tony's dismay. "But take it easy, man." "Come on, Tony." I said and pulled him down. "You're turn to take it." I pulled out the lube and handed it to him. "Lube me up." Tony gulped, looked ready to run. "You'll be gentle, and stop if I ask you to?" "Maybe." I said. "Look, you fucked me and it felt great. I didn't know what to expect. Come on, fair's fair." And in those halcyon days of high school, that was all it took. Tony began to grease up my cock, his gentle rubbing hands massaging my cock to rigid tumescence. Then he aimed his finger towards his ass. "Let me do that." I said and took the lube, and gave him the same treatment he gave me, slow and gently pushing inwards until I had him lubed up. Tony was groaning with pleasure by the time I was done. "That's what it'll feel like too." I announced. "I'm ready." Romano said. "Give it to me, Charles." "I'm ready." Tony whispered. "Give it to me, David." This time it was the Martinelli asses who were being invaded. I pushed gently into Tony's round, brown ass a little at a time, until soon I was buried to the hilt in his warm, turgid bowels. "Ooh, that feels good." Tony breathed. "Give it to me, stud." Romano ordered. "Give it to me." Tony echoed. I began to fuck the sweet ass. Tony forgot his own worries about silence, and soon was yelling as loudly as his father. "Fuck me, David, fuck me." "Fuck me, Charles, fuck me!" Romano was ordering from next door. I obliged, because my hormones were taking over. I plunge- fucked Tony, and he was screaming with passion, begging to give it to him, harder, harder, just like his father was begging for my father to fuck him. Father and son were again being fucked by father and son. I found the idea very stimulating. When my father's shouts of ectasy began next door, I echoed them, spilling into Tony's ass with a flow that felt like it'd never stop. Tony jerked when he felt the come, and with the jerk, exploded all over me. Next door, his father was shouting with pleasure as he, too, orgasmed. This time, we went soundly to sleep, with all four asses thoroughly fucked now. Next morning, as we were riding to work with our fathers, Tony whispered to me. "I've got a plan." "What do you mean?" I asked when our fathers dropped us off at school. Tony just smiled, "Don't you think my dad is cute?" "Well, sure, but...." "And I think your dad is cute." He really loved the word "cute". "Why don't we seduce them? I seduce your dad and you seduce mine. You want to, don't you?" "Well, yeah, but..." "It's settled then. When we get home tonight, make your move. I'll get your dad away on some pretext, and you start in on my dad. We'll both get them in bed and we'll compare notes afterward. I've always wondered what my old man was like in bed." Tony said almost wistfully. "He's such a handsome man, don't you think?" I quickly agreed. As the day passed, I found myself thinking, not of Romano, but how Tony and my father would look while making love. Would Tony fuck my father, or would my father plunge into that hole I had claimed so soon before. I found myself actually feeling jealous. But of who? We had killed time at the basketball court and then met our fathers for the ride home at 5:00 p.m., which Tony explained was his usual schedule. The ride home was quiet, for my part, I hadn't figured out how to make the move on Romano yet. If Tony was going to fuck my father, then I was going to fuck his, that was for sure. Tony solved the problem with us. "Mr. Johansen...." he started. "Call me Charles, Tony." "Charles. Would you go with me to the barn? I want to show you something." "Sure, Tony. Right now?" "Yeah, it's important." "Let me change my clothes and I'll be with you." As my father left the room, with Romano, I hissed at Tony, "What's the plan?" "You get my dad here in the house. I'll get yours in the barn. It can't be simpler. Just say that you want him. That's what I'm going to do." "Uh, ok." I figured Romano would laugh and me, and so would my dad at Tony. It would all be over quickly. Dad and Romano came out, Dad dressed in levis and T-shirt and Romano wearing only a pair of cut-offs. His muscled body rippled as he walked to the kitchen. "You can help me fix dinner, David." he said. Dad and Tony were out the door, so I walked into the kitchen. I had worn shorts to school that say, that and a tank-top, so Romano and I were pretty evenly matched. I cleared my throat noisily near Romano and he turned to me, "We heard you guys last night." he smiled at me. "You and Tony. Your dad and I were laughing about it." I blushed. "We didn't know." "You ought to have, you two were noisy enough. I found it exciting. I'm glad you and Tony found each other. It'll make our time living here easier, until you two go to college or move out on your own. You are welcome here." That was all nice to hear, but I still had a seduction to try. "Romano?" I stuttered. "Yes, David?" "I...that is...I...." I just couldn't say it. Romano smiled and took me in his arms. "Yes, we can make love." And he kissed me, hard. I returned the kiss as well as I could, but my emotions were churning within me. "Wait a minute." I said when I got my tongue free of his sucking mouth. "How did you know?" Romano laughed. "Tony always calls me when he has some sort of scheme, trying to set things up. I can always put pressure on him and get the story straight. You can't fool a dad, David. So Charles and I talked it over. We decided to try this four-way out, two fathers and two sons. So let's go in the bedroom and fuck. Your dad and Tony will be in the barn doing the same thing." And Romano reached into my shorts and grabbed my hardening cock, pulled on it. I tried to do the same, but his cut-off jeans were skin- tight. Romano reached into one of the legs and tugged his cock out the leg, and I grabbed it. It was just as big as Tony's, maybe even a little bigger. Romano pulled my shorts down and we jerked each other while we kissed furiously. I ran my other hand through his copious chest hair. I love the feel of chest fur in my hands, I decided, then reached down to suck on one of his nipples. Romano groaned and growled appreciatively as I worked my tongue on the tight little nipple. "Let's get to the bedroom, David." he said and, not letting go of each other's dicks, we trotted to Romano's bedroom. I looked at the bed eagerly as we undressed. Last night, my father and Romano had fucked each other on this bed. His sweat would still be dried to its sheets, for they hadn't made the bed this morning, just tossed the covers aside and arose. Time for me to get aggressive if I was going to be the fucker this time, instead of the fuckee. I kissed Romano again, maneuvering him to the bed as I did so, and when the back of his knees touched the bed, I threw us both down on it, wormed between his legs eagerly until I could raise them above my head, a hairy calf resting on each shoulder. "Where's the lube?" I asked. "I need it if I'm going to fuck your ass." Romano grinned. "You can fuck me. I found out, just like Tony, that it's a wonderful feeling. But any reason why the insistence?" he cocked one eye at me. "Tony's going to fuck my father in the barn." I answered aggressively. "So I'm going to fuck you. It's only fair." "That it is." Romano said, handing me the lube. "So grease us up." With now-competent hands, I lubed my cock and his ass, expertly shoving the lube into his still-tight ass. I then dropped the lube and scooted into position. Romano grabbed my cock to guide it to his asshole, and gasped. "Damn, kid, you're bigger than your dad!" he said. "I don't see how my son could take this monster." "You can handle it." I said confidently. "I'll be slow about it." This time there were no voices to guide or interrupt us. I fucked Romano in the peace and quiet of the country life. Romano reached up and grabbed my tits, one in each hand, and pinched hard. "Yow!" I yelled. "Take it easy!" And I retaliated by shoving my cock in hard and fast, speeding up my fuck until he was gasping and groaning underneath me. "Oh, yeah, kid, fuck me, fuck my ass." he groaned. "Oh, yeah, you're better than your father at fucking, so fuck me hard!" I pressed down to kiss him and he locked his arms around me, pulled me down onto him hard, while his legs pushed my cock in to the hilt. We kissed while I fucked him, and Romano began to groan into my mouth, warnings that he was about to come. He fought to get free of my mouth, but I held onto him and he came, orgasmed, shot his steamy load against my stomach while he gasped for breath, his lungs bellowing and heaving, drawing air from me until we were breathing nothing but each other's used air. I found myself smothering, and the lack of air somehow stimulated me, and I came, now I was was gasping for air and forced to breath through Romano's mouth while he still came in spurting streams onto me, and I shot my come-load into his ass, feeling it dribble out onto my balls and onto the sheets. After what felt like a long time, we began to breath normally again, me lying on top of Romano while our sweat mingled and we again felt human instead of rutting animals. "Ho, the house!" came Tony's shout. Romano jumped to his feet quickly. "Let's get dressed and start dinner." he said. I tugged on my shorts and followed Romano to the kitchen. By the time my dad and Tony arrived, we were in a scene of domestic normality. Tony grinned as he walked in the door; he was wearing my dad's Levi's, while dad was in Tony's blue shorts. Both were carrying their shirts, and I remembered I had left my tanktop in Romano's bedroom. I thought about darting to get it, but Tony said, "Come into our bedroom, David. I got something to tell you." As I entered, Tony said, "Well, tell me everything. Did it go okay?" "Sure, you?" "Fine. We got a half-hour to dinner. Tell me all about it. I told Tony how I had fucked his father and he was groaning by the time I finished, rubbing his cock. "That explains the white stuff on your stomach." he said when I finished and I looked down to see dried cum on my stomach. I laughed and said, "Now it's your turn. Tell me. How was my dad in the hay?" And Tony told me how he fucked my father. "Well," Tony said as he settled down. "I got your dad out to the barn easy enough, and he said, 'What did you have to show me?'" "'This,' I said and tugged down my shorts. I didn't wear any underwear today, so my cock sprung out and pointed at him. "He grinned. 'Looks good to me." and he got down on his knees and sucked it a while. Felt pretty good. I yanked off my t-shirt and then tugged at his. He stood up and let me do it, then we kissed as he unbuckled his jeans. He wasn't wearing underwear, either. We kissed a while, with him holding our cocks together and jerking them that way. I felt myself about to come, and said, 'Stop! I don't want to come yet!'" "He stopped and said, 'I don't want you to come yet either. I want this schlong in my butt.'" "Well, I was flabbergasted. I said, 'You got it, Charles. Lube my cock up with some spit and I'll ram it in you.'" I rubbed my cock nervously. This story about Tony and my father fucking was getting me real excited. I was just barely eighteen then, and you know how easy it is to get turned on, again and again. "Go on." I said. "Tell me, did you fuck him?" "Yeah, he had the lube with him. I asked about it and he told me that my dad had warned him I was going to try this and he was ready and willing." "Yeah, your dad knew all about it. You don't keep many secrets from him." "I didn't tell him about you and him. He guessed that part. I supposed it was kind of obvious. Anyway, he lubed up my cock, and bent over onto a bale of hay. 'Stick it in me, Tony.' he begged me." Tony was rubbing his own cock as he remembered for me. I was getting pretty excited myself. "Well, I got in behind him and plowed in. My dad sure had your dad opened up, for it slid in to the base in one stroke. What's the matter?" For I was openly groaning. Tony, my friend and lover, had plugged my dad and I had plugged his. "Never mind the rest." I said as I slid down my shorts. "Fuck me, Tony, right now." Tony grinned and said, "I thought you'd never ask." And he slipped off his shorts and we were both naked except for Tony's shoes. He kicked them off as I grabbed the lube and squeezed some onto my hand, expertly greased his cock up while he squeezed the tube directly into my ass. Tony stood on the floor while I lay on my back on the bed, and held my legs in the crook of his elbow while he plowed into me. We were both eighteen, horny, and ready, and in no time we were moaning and groaning while the bed squeaked its concert for us. I don't know just how the next part happened, how long dad and Romano had been standing there. All I knew is when I heard my dad say, "Dinnertime, boys." and I looked over, saw both of them standing there, naked, jerking each other's cocks while they watched their sons fucking. "Don't just stand there, Charles." Romano said. "Fuck my boy for me." And Romano climbed onto the bed, slid his legs over my chest and fed me his long cock. I sucked on it eagerly, sucking the father while the son fucked me. Tony gasped and groaned, and I saw my father's hands grab Tony's waist, and I knew my dad was fucking Tony while he fucked me. The four of us forgot about dinner while we sucked and fucked. Romano tried to get to where he could suck my cock, ended up knocking his son out of me. "Let's try this a different way," my dad said. "I need Tony's dick up my ass more than my son does." "And I need that boy of your's more than my son does." Romano chipped in. More lube and Tony and I were both standing, me fucking his dad while he fucked mine, side by side on the bed, looking up at us while we plugged their asses. "Oh, man, Charles, this boy's cock feels so good in my ass." "Your boy isn't so bad, either." "Really. Maybe I should try him out." "Why not? I want to try mine out. Boys, switch over. Tony, you fuck your dad. David, fuck me." I was so eager I could barely contain myself. I was so close to orgasm as it was, and when my cock slid into my dad's butt, I couldn't help myself, I shot right then and there. So did he. So did Tony and Romano. The thought of fucking my father, my father thinking of his son fucking him, Tony and Romano, all of us thinking the same horny thought, we had a four-way orgasm, come shooting into our dad's asses while dad-come flew all over the place. After a time, we all lay on the bed, gasping for breath. "Whew, that was hot!" Dad said. "Yeah." I agreed. "But next time, I want to hold out longer. I came too quick." "You weren't the only one, son." Dad said and kissed me slowly. Romano and Tony kissed, too. "As soon as you can get up to it, dad." Tony said. "I want you to fuck me." "Me, too, dad." I told my dad. Dad looked at Romano. "What about it, Romano?" he asked. Romano grinned. "Let's eat. I think I can manage it about bedtime." "Yeah, I think we need to put these beds together." Tony chipped in. I want a sea of cocks and asses to suck and fuck." "That's got my vote." I agreed. And that's how we worked it, for the rest of the school year and into the summer, two beds pushed together, us sleeping in an every-night orgy. My dad fucked me that night, pumping me for what felt like hours while Romano fucked Tony and Tony and I sucked each other off, time and again with our dad's cocks up our asses. Then the next night, we switched and our dads sucked each other while Tony and I fucked them. Tony and I switched and switched until our dads didn't know which one was fucking them, their son or their lover's son. I figured it didn't matter, and Tony and I giggled in our enjoyment of confusing them in the darkness. Who was fucking who? Did it really matter? Tony and I went to college together, but we went home almost every weekend. Dad and Romano would be waiting for us at the door, and we would have our first fuck without ever making it to the bedroom. Weekdays, I would have Tony in my bed, my dark god and slave, willing participant to my every whim, as I was subject to his. I'm studying to be an architect, and so is Tony. We figure oily business and family home with out fathers for the rest of our lives! God is a magician, Reality His trick, and it's all done with mirrors.