Date: Sun, 07 Sep 2003 22:18:57 +0000 From: Guy Jameson Subject: The Sons of JJ Jameson Chapter 16 My grandsons-the Sons of JJ, are writing the next several chapters of this series using their journals or diaries as the basis for what they write JJ required the boys to keep a journal of some sort from the age they began to write. He believes it is a good educational tool and allows the boys to constantly examine their lives. School districts across the country teach courses in creative writing for much the same reason. The boys knew that no one could read their journals without their permission. They have given their permission. The standard warnings apply. This story belongs to me and as such is copyrighted according to the terms laid down by Nifty. Any similarity with persons living or not is purely coincidental. I hope you enjoy. Feel free to send comments to me at guyjameson@hotmail.com The youngest boy, David, wrote this posting THE SONS OF JJ JAMESON CHAPTER SIXTEEN: STILL NOT UP TO THE BIRTHDAY PARTY 1996 Everyone finally came home and Guy fixed our dinner. Well he didn't actually fix dinner that evening. Because we were all later than usual getting home, he ordered in a pizza. That was a very special treat and I wondered what we were celebrating. I knew what I was celebrating but I also knew I couldn't tell anyone. My big brothers would pound Jerry into the ground if they ever found out what we'd done. And I thought I might need him to be healthy and available for future use. It was Joe's and Ron's night to clean up the kitchen before they would be permitted to go to the Upper Room. Jason went up ahead of them. After I heard Jason close the door of their room, I put the plan into action that I had been pondering all evening. I knew Jason liked to shower before he settled in for the evening, especially after an afternoon of soccer practice. I figured Ron and Joe would be going upstairs for the same reason shortly. Climbing the stairs to my brothers' room, I listened from outside the door for the sound of the shower. When I heard Jason turn on the water, I went into the room, crossed the length of the room and peeked into the bathroom. Yeup, Jason was in the shower. I could see him soaping up his body, especially that area between his legs that was the new target of my affections. Actually I had hoped that it would be Ron who was showering but I liked Jason very much too. I was sure he would appreciate what I had planned. I waited in the doorway of the bathroom until Jason was rinsed and pulled back the shower curtain. I entered the room as he pulled a towel from the rack and stepped into my lair. His cock was half hard as if he'd been stroking it but had decided not to cum just yet. "Hey Dave, what the hell are you doing here. You know you aren't' supposed to come in here without an invitation. Now you go on back downstairs. Go on, little bro. You don't want to get into trouble." His voice was angry, but mixed with a teaspoon of caring. "Jason, I came up here to show you something. Please let me show you and I promise I'll go right back down." I moved toward my older brother. He was a more than a little shocked and didn't know what to expect. I knew that surprise was my best offense. He had begun to towel his hair leaving the rest of his body vulnerable for my greedy little eyes. I jerked the towel out his hand and dropped it on the floor in front of him. "What are you doing, Dave. Get out of here." "Unh, unh," I said. "Not until I show you what I've learned" I went down on my knees in front of Jason and grabbed his cock and balls in one hand. He went immediately hard. I squeezed him firmly but not enough to cause any real pain. "Oh, shit, bro. Stop that." Still holding his nuts with one hand, I pulled his foreskin back from the glans with the other. I put my mouth on the end of his dick. He was bigger in every way than Jerry and has probably had more experience with what I was beginning to do. But I had to show my brother that I was old enough to know what would make him feel good. Just as I had with Jerry I wrapped my hand around Jason's cock, right next to my mouth and as I worked down on his dick with my mouth I pumped with my hand. Jerry quit resisting my service and began to thrust himself into my mouth. I sucked harder knowing I needed to get him off before we were interrupted. As I worked his cock, Jerry must have begun to feel the same need and pumped harder into me. He grabbed the back of my head to hold it steady and increased his fucking thrusts into my mouth. In less time than it takes to tell the details of this story, Jason's body stiffened and he shot big bullets into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, not letting anything escape from my lips. "Jesus H. Christ, boy. What did we just do," Jason breathed. "Dad will have my ass on the barn door for what you just did." "No he won't, Jase, because neither of us will ever tell him, right?" "Damned straight we won't. And don't you go telling Ron or Joe either. They'll pound me black and blue. Don't you know we're under strict orders not to touch you and Rob? Man, what am I going to do now?" "Did I do it right, Jase?" "You're damned straight you did it right, Dave. That's not the point. You're too young to start sucking dick like that." "Did you like it, bro?" "Of course I liked it. You're one of the best-damned cocksuckers I know. But why did you do that? Where did you learn to do that?" "I'm still learning, Jason. It's just something I've picked up lately," I lied. "I loved doing it for you. If I'm any good I may do it as often as I get the chance. I love the taste of your cock in my mouth and your milk was oh, so sweet. But I'd better get out of here before Ron and Joe come up." With that I got off my knees and rushed from the Upper Room where I was forbidden to go. I don't know what Jason did after that. I left him standing in the middle of the bathroom with his cock hanging low and his mouth wide open, trying to figure out whether what he had just experienced had really happened. I met my other brothers coming up the stairs as I was going down. "Hi, bros. I was just asking Jason if he had seen my library book." JASONS'S TALE OF WOE I don't know how long I stood in the center of the bathroom in the Upper Room. The first thing I realized was my brother Joe smacking me on the cheek to bring me out of my trance. "What's going on, bro? You look like you've seen the proverbial ghost. Anything wrong?" Ron entered the room about that time and asked, "Jason, did Dave find his library book?" "Hunh? What library book?" "We just passed Dave going down the stairs and he said he had asked you if you'd seen his library book? I don't know why he'd think to look up here unless you've been reading something besides fuck books. Did you see him up here?" Joe told Ron to shut up. "Can't you see there's something wrong? Just look at Jason's face. He's white as a sheet." Ron came on into the bathroom and took one look at me. "Man, you look terrible. What's happened?" I walked past my brothers without answering. I flopped down on my bed, face down into the pillow. I began to cry. "Youij ipoermsdfaf" "What did you say?" asked both brothers as they sat down on either side of the bed. "FUCK! You'll never believe what just happened. I'm not sure I believe it myself. OH, FUCK! YOU GUYS ARE GONNA KILL ME AND GIVE THE PIECES TO DAD." I completely dissolved into tears, shaking as if I was having a muscle seizure and I'm not sure that's not what was happening. "Hey bro. What the hell are you talking about. Calm down bro. Nothing could have happened that is that bad." Both of my brothers hugged my naked body close to them trying to quiet my sobs. "What happened, Jason?" asked Ron. "What's got you into such a state?" "Oh shit, brothers. I've really fucked things up." Joe had had enough of that shit and slapped me across his face. "Snap out of this, bro. Tell us what happened." "I just had the most erotic, the best quickie blowjob I've ever had. Dave wasn't looking for his book, He just sucked my cock. DAVE CONQUERS ANOTHER ONE I went on down to the room I shared with Rob, saying good night to Dad and Guy on my way. When I entered the dormitory, Rob was sitting at his desk, reading his history text. His back was to me but I knew he was reading history because his head was being supported by both of his hands, elbows on the desk. That's the way he always sat reading history. Rob hated his history class and wasn't too fond of the teacher, even though our father was a history teacher and Guy had taught history before he retired. I smiled to myself. Another fly was caught in this spider's web and didn't even know it yet. Rob continued reading his text while I undressed for bed. I slept naked, as did my brothers. (Dad didn't think that wearing pajamas or even under pants to bed was necessary-maybe not even healthy. That had caused me to be embarrassed on one occasion when I was six years old and I went over to a friend's house to spend the night. My friend, Mike, and I went to his room to get ready for bed. I peeled out of my clothes and started to crawl into his double bed. He asked what I was doing and why didn't I wear pajamas. I'm not sure I even knew what pajamas were at that point. I just told Mike that I always slept without clothes. He said that was sick. All his other friends at least wore under pants, but most wore pajamas. I got out of bed and put on my briefs. By the end of school on Monday, all my friends at school had heard of my strange practice. After that I knew when going on sleepovers to wait until the other boys got ready for bed before baring my ass to them.) "Robbie, when are you going to turn off your lamp and go to bed?" I whined in my most winsome way. I knew I'd get a rise out of Rob. He hates to be called Robbie as much as I hate Davey, except when Guy calls him that, of course. "When I'm finished, Davey." "Well I'm sleepy, Robbie. So, hurry up, will you?" "Just a little more, Davey." I pulled the covers up to my chin, turned onto my side that faced Rob's bed and pretended to go to sleep. Rob read for maybe another twenty minutes. By the time he was undressed and climbing into bed, I appeared to be sound asleep. Rob pulled the sheet up to his waist and began to feel himself up. I knew what he was doing because he did it almost every night. After a few minutes there was a sizeable tent in the sheet and he threw it off exposing his beautiful, naked body and stiff cock. He continued stroking. I watched my older brother as his motions picked up intensity. His breathing quickened. I knew from previous experience he was getting close to orgasm. I got out of bed, walked the couple of feet that separated us and lay down beside him. "What the fuck! Get off my bed, you little shit. What are you doing?" I took hold of his dick, pushing his hand off, continuing his rhythm. "Dave, you can't do that!" "Shhhh, big brother. Let me jack you off, please." Rob relaxed a little and let me continue to stroke him. I was doing a good job of it, which he immediately recognized. Besides he was so close to shooting; anyone could have been doing what I did. "A little faster, Dave. I'm getting close." His breathing became shorter and more rapid. Now was my chance. I shifted my position on the bed and covered his dick with my mouth at least as far as his size would allow me to without breaking the rhythm. Rob's dick was a good deal bigger than mine was but not as big as the two I had blown earlier that day. I found I could take all of it into my mouth and give him a really good suck. "Dave, that is so damn good. Keep sucking little brother, keep sucking." Which was my intention. LOL It didn't take very long before Rob let out a very loud moan and filled my mouth with his milk. Just as I had practiced earlier, I took every drop without so much as letting any of it dribble over my lips. He continued to shoot, not as much as Jason had but he gave me a sizeable load nevertheless. "Oh, Dave, where the fuck did you learn to do that. You're only ten. You're not supposed to know how to blow dick and certainly not old enough to want to." "Wasn't it any good, Rob?" "Oh, it was good, alright. I'm just surprised you'd do that." "Why? I think our older brothers do it all the time." "Hunh? How do you know that?" "Don't you ever listen to what they say? They're always making wise cracks about each other. I'll bet they do a lot more than just suck dick." "Dave, you are so full of shit." "Dad says you're not to say that. And you said fuck too." I laughed at the look on my brother's face. "You dumb ass. Dad can't hear us . . . At least I don't think he can." A twinge of panic shot through my mind. What would Dad do if he knew I'd sucked off two of my brothers in one day-not to mention Jerry? "Rob? Do you feel good now?" "Yeah, little bro. I feel fine." "Rob? Can I sleep with you tonight?" "This bed is too small for both of us." "Not if I cuddle up real close to you. I won't take any room at all. And I promise not to wet the bed." Chuckle. "OK. Just this once. And Dave, I don't want you to ever do that to me again." "OK," I said. I wasn't sure whether Rob was referring to surprising him or the actual blowjob. But at this point I didn't care which. I'd met the challenge and the score was David-3, everyone else-Very Contented Cows. The next morning I woke a few minutes before our clock radio went off. Rob was cuddled against my back, left arm thrown protectively across my chest. I could feel his morning hard on pressed against my little butt. Rob was moving, in a dream I guess, sliding his dick up and down against my butt. That felt so good and I began to think that maybe I'd like to feel him do that a lot more. As I was lying there, relaxed and thinking about the events of the previous day, the radio came on, waking Rob. "What the . . . Oh good morning, Dave. Did you sleep good?" "Yes, Rob. Did you?" "Oh yeah. I had great dreams . . . about us, really. About what you did last night. That was really great, you know. Maybe, just maybe, I might let you do it again." "Sure, Rob. Anytime you want." "Ooh, it's time to get up. We have games today. So shake your ass out of my bed and let's get ready." Weekends during soccer season were always very busy. Joe and Jason played on the same team and they usually had a game in the middle of the afternoon. Ron played his game late in the morning. Today my game would start at 8:00. Rob played at 9:30, fortunately at the same field. Whenever possible the whole Jameson crew watched all four games. Dad and Guy were strong believers in family supported activities. Sunday, after Church, Dad and Guy played in a senior league. I guess that's why they were still in pretty good shape-especially for old men. Rob and I finally got into our soccer uniforms and headed upstairs for breakfast. Everyone else was sitting at the table, except Guy, who was serving. As we ate, I kept noticing that Ron and Joe were watching me. Jason had an amused smirk on his face. Dad and Guy were just "chatty Kathys" all during the meal. Rob was sitting next to me, as he usually did, but he kept rubbing his leg against mine. I think (I hoped) that was a promise of what would come ("cum"?) later in the day. When I finished breakfast and asked to be excused I took my plate and milk glass into the kitchen. I scraped the plate and was just putting my stuff in the dishwasher, when Joe, Ron and Jason came up behind me. "Dave, when we get home from the games today. You are to meet us in the Upper Room. Don't forget. I don't want to have to come find you," whispered Joe. I looked up in surprise. Except for the time I helped carry some of Ron's stuff upstairs when he moved to the Upper Room, I had never been invited to go there. But I didn't kid myself that this was an invitation-more like a command performance. I finished doing what I was doing and looked at my older brothers. Their expressions were friendly, but they didn't smile. There was a twinkle in Ron's eyes that let me know I wasn't in BIG trouble. But there was nothing that told me what my invitation was all about. It was finally time to head for our games. First stop was my game. My team won and I played brilliantly. (Hey, I'm telling this story-I played Brilliantly.) There was only about a fifteen-minute break and then we all watched Rob's game. His team also won, but he didn't play as well as I did. (Actually he played very well, but again, I'm telling the story.) Dad took us all to lunch. We had just enough time to let our food settle and it was time for Ron's game, immediately followed by the game played by Joe and Jason. It didn't always happen that all of us got to watch all the games. This Saturday was very special. I felt really proud of the way my older brothers played soccer. Joe and Ron were by far the most athletic members of the family but we all enjoyed the game. Joe played goalie and has given me a few pointers on how to best keep the opponent from scoring. Ron and Jason were forwards. They both have very strong legs and are able to outrun all of their teammates and most of the players on their opponents' teams. Rob's attitude toward the game is "take it or leave it". He does what he does well but doesn't have that spirit of competition exhibited by our elders. Rob, Ron and I sat with Guy and Dad in the stands. I sat on the row of seats below Dad and Guy. We boys were still in soccer uniforms, Dad and Guy wore shorts, Dad with no shirt. Both of our parents had great legs, the result of playing soccer, I'm sure. Neither were my brothers nor I were wearing our shirts. I always sat in such a way that I could lean against either Dad or Guy, sometimes laying my head on their strong muscular thighs. I loved the feel of their legs and could still get away with such closeness in public because I was still a little kid and could pretend fatigue. Actually I reveled in the smell of their sweat. An added advantage of my position was that I could look up their shorts to their groins. Often they didn't wear anything under their shorts and I was given a view of their heavy hanging pieces of meat. I LOVED THAT VIEW! There was a constant stream of conversation, describing the skills of different players and the strategies they used. I didn't usually listen too closely. The only players on the field in which I had an interest were my brothers. Dad and Guy held all my interest off the field. Finally it was time to go home. Joe and Jason's team won. So today was a clean sweep for the Jamesons. As we rode home, I wondered what little surprise my brothers had in store for me. Normally after a full day of being in the sun, the first item on the agenda would be to take showers. As soon as we walked in the door, Rob headed for the dormitory. He stopped at the top of the stairs and asked if I were coming. Joe said, "Rob, he'll be down in a few minutes. I need to go over some points with David." To me Ron whispered, "Ten minutes little man. Don' be late and don't be early. Ten minutes. You can shower later." I glanced down at my watch and went out to the back porch to wait for my "appointment". Exactly ten minutes later, I knocked at the door to the Upper Room. Ron told me to come on in. Joe and Ron were sitting on Joe's bed, naked. Jason was also naked, but sitting in his desk chair facing the other two and watching the door. "Come on in, Davey," Jason said. "We have something to talk over." Beads of sweat broke out everywhere they could. I'd never felt so much sweat roll out from under my arms onto my sides. Jason did not look pleasant and his voice had a menacing tone I had never heard before from him. At least not directed at me. Jason told me to stand inside a circle marked in chalk on the tile floor. "Dave you forgot something when you came in," growled Jason. "Were you born in a barn? Shut the fucking door. You also didn't take off your shoes. When you enter the Upper Room you always take off your shoes. Do you want us to have to clean up the floor just because you didn't remove your filthy shoes?" I closed the door and removed my shoes. Then walked back into the circle. It was exactly equal distant from each of my brothers, about three feet away. It was pretty obvious Jason was in charge of this meeting which could only mean it had to do with my violating their "sacred" space the evening before. "Tell your brothers what you did last night," ordered Jason. I was really getting scared. I knew my brothers weren't going to hurt me very bad because Dad would get them if they did. But I also knew they could do a lot without any thing showing up for Dad to see. Especially Jason, I knew he could be a real dick head sometimes. I wouldn't have been half as scared if Joe or Ron were in charge. I thought about threatening them that I would tell Dad what they were doing but when I looked at Ron, there was just the slightest smile on his handsome face. I wasn't quite as frightened. "Tell our brothers what you did last night, David," repeated Jason. "I'm sorry, brothers, but I came into the Upper Room without an invitation." "And then what did you do?" "I saw you in the bathroom taking a shower." "You saw WHO taking a shower? Remember, shit for brains, you're talking to them, not to me. I know what you did." "I saw Jason in the bathroom taking a shower." "What did you do then?" "I stood in the door way and watched Jason." "What was I doing?" "Jason was soaping and washing up his penis." "Shit for brains, I only have a penis when talking to Guy. Up here boys have a cock. Is that understood?" "OK, . . . Jason was soaping and washing his cock." "Then what happened?" "My cock started getting hard." "Man, you really do have shit for brains, don't ya? THAT is a cock," he said, pointing at the hard rod Joe had in hand. "And THAT is a cock," pointing at Ron's piece. "THIS is a cock," indicating what he had been playing with. "Do you have a cock? NO, you have a dick. Is that clear, dip stick?" "No, I don't have a cock, Jason." "What DO you have?" "I have a dick?" "Right. Now try that again." "My dick started to get hard." "OK, then what?" "I waited for Jason to finish his shower." "What did you do when I came out of the shower?" "I jerked his towel out of his hand, put it on the floor and knelt to suck his cock." Ron entered the conversation. "Did you give your brother a blowjob, David?" "Yes, Ron I did." "Did he force you to?" "No I wanted to do it. He tried to stop me, but I kept pushing him until he let me take his cock in my mouth. After that, I just sucked him until he spilled his milk." "Did you like it?" "Oh, yes. I loved it." "How was he, Jase? Does our little brother give good head?" "You bet he does. I haven't had such a good blow job since we used the milk machine down at the farm." I had no idea what that was about and probably looked pretty stupid at Jason's remark. "Really?" asked Joe. "That was a great experience. I still laugh every time we open a new bottle of milk, thinking about what farm boy's spunk we're putting on our cereal." My three brothers laughed at that image. I just looked dumb. "I think we need to see what our little brother can do," intoned Joe. "Dave do you want to suck Jason's cock again?" "Oh, yes. I love sucking cock and I'd love to suck all three of you." "Hold up, little man. No one said anything about sucking us," Ron said somewhat shocked. "Have you sucked anyone before you did Jason last night?" asked Joe. "Just once." "Who the fuck was it?" Ron asked. "Maybe Rob?" "No I didn't suck Rob before I did Jason. It was someone else." "You didn't suck Rob before Jason. Have you sucked him since then?" "Yes." "Jesus H. Christ, boy, who got you started being a cocksucker? Or has there been more than one?" "No just one before Jason." Jason looked surprised. "You mean you sucked one other guy and then gave me what could have been the best blowjob I've ever had? Man, he must have been a good teacher." "No," I answered. "I'm just a good student." "Well who was this fucker? Who forced you to suck his dick?" Ron asked, his voice full of menace. He obviously was ready to pound someone. "I can't tell you, Ron. I promised if he let me give him a blowjob, I wouldn't tell." "Well, I want to know and I want to know now. Who was it?" Ron screamed at me. As I've said, Ron was always my special protector and he obviously felt I had been forced or coerced in some fashion. Joe put his hand on Ron's shoulder. "Hold on, Ron. Dave made a promise and he obviously means to keep it. You have to respect him for keeping a confidence." Ron began to calm down a little. "Well I still think we should know who's been messing with our baby brother." "RON, I'm not a BABY. I'm growing up and am almost eleven years old. I can do what I want and I wanted to give him a blowjob. He didn't mess with me as much as I messed with him." All three of my brothers continued to stroke their cocks during this interchange. Joe's foreskin enclosed the head of his cock with every up stroke. I could see the drop of fluid form in his rose and began to understand what I tasted before my sex partners actually shot their milk. Poor Ron, without a foreskin. I could see that pearly liquid form on his cock, but he had to spread it with his thumb and finger. Looks to me it's better with the skin. Jason's eyes were beginning to glaze over. He seemed to be in a daze-the state he was in last evening, just before he let go of his load. I broke from the circle, removing my shirt as I crossed over to Jason and knelt in front of him. "Jason, may I do you again?" I don't know who was the more shocked that I did what I did. But Jason just moved his hand from his meat and spread his legs, granting me access to what I wanted. Ron started to protest, but Joe pulled his shoulder closer to him and told Ron we needed to see a demonstration. That was all the permission I needed. I took Jason's cock into my mouth, against the top of the fist I used to cover the rest of his tube and began to lick the head of his meat. I used my hand to pull his foreskin back to give me greater access to the sensitive head. I licked, I sucked, and I pumped my head up and down Jason's cock. It didn't take long before he began pushing his hips up and foreword into me. Suddenly my mouth was full of his cum. Spurt after spurt erupted into me and I kept pace with the fluid, not allowing so much as a drop to escape my mouth. Ron and Joe moved up to either side of us and watched as Jason lost his sperm. "Geez, did you see that. Dave you seem to have a real talent there." A hand grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off Jason. The same hand pushed me immediately onto another cock. It was Joe's. I pulled his skin back with my fist and began to service as much of his huge meat as I could, but it didn't seem to be enough. I wanted more. I couldn't get all of Joe down my throat and he has so much foreskin. I pulled his skin back as far as I could and wrapped my tongue around the pink inflamed head. Then pushing the skin back up his cock, I sucked it over my tongue. I played my tongue between the skin and his glans. He fucked my face about four times and with a growl that would rival the King of the Beasts, Joe unloaded his milk into my mouth. He went weak in the knees and stumbled back to his bed where he simply collapsed. Obviously, I'd done a good job on him. Ron exclaimed, "Oh shit man. I want some of that," and pulled my already well used mouth onto his cock. Having watched as the other two were sucked and lost their loads, Ron wasn't far off the mark. I forced my tongue into his piss slit while enclosing the remainder of his dick with my mouth and fist and worked him over for all I was worth. I most wanted Ron's respect for my talent. As I was sucking him, I remembered how good it felt when Rob had rubbed his dick against my hole that morning. With my free hand I began to rub Ron's ass and finally found his hole. I pushed a finger just slightly into that secret spot. Ron went over the edge and for the third time in maybe fifteen minutes my mouth was filled to capacity with another boy's spunk. I never spilled a drop. None of my brothers' nectar dribbled from my mouth. I hate to brag, but I was Damned Good. My brothers were totally content. After picking up my shirt and kissing each of my brothers I walked out the door of the Upper Room and headed for the dormitory. I knew I'd be invited back very soon. Rob was just finishing his shower as I entered our room. "What happened, Dave? Why did the bros invite you to the Upper Room?" "They just wanted to talk." "Oh? And what did the stars of the soccer field want to talk to you about?" "I can't tell. It's a secret." "Secret my ass! You told them what we did last night, didn't you! You told them about giving me a blowjob and now Ron is going to pound on me. I knew you would do that. You've always liked Ron better than me and you just want to get me into trouble." "OK, just to get you off my ass, bro, I'll tell you. They wanted to talk to me about sneaking into their room last evening and giving Jason a blowjob. They wanted to know where I learned about it and who the shit dick was that molested me. Then they wanted me to suck them. So there, it wasn't about you at all. It was all about me!" "You did what? You gave Jason a blowjob last night, then me and you'd already given one to some other dude. And you just blew all three of them? Man you are a real slut!" "Yeup, I guess I am. Pretty good for a kid with no hair on his nuts, don't you think?" "Sheiiit" "Man you are going to get into so much trouble." "With Dad? Who do you think is going to tell on me? No one, that's who. Can you imagine what Dad would do to any of you guys if you told Dad? Hummmmmmmm? It's almost time for dinner and I need to take a shower." I peeled out of my clothes and went into the shower. Rob followed me in a couple of minutes and over the sound of the water, shouted, "Are you going to tell me about it?" "Sure, if you let me sleep with you tonight." "Where else would you sleep, dip stick? I'm pretty horned up after the game and I think I have a pretty good load for you." I love a satisfied customer. Saturday nights were normally family nights. We all had dinner together. Guy had prepared a lasagna and a green salad and we were permitted a glass of wine. Dad had this idea that if we grew up around alcoholic beverages in moderation, we'd learn it was not such a big deal to drink. We'd probably be able to more easily handle the problems associated with teen age drinking parties. I guess it worked because I never heard of any of us drinking to excess. Following dinner we settled in for a movie and, what Guy liked to call "polite conversation", and a rehash of the games we'd played that day. As each of my brothers grew older and began to run around with their buddies, this practice was modified, but for now, it was still the seven of us. About 10:30 Joe, Jason and Ron wandered off to their room, claiming fatigue and the fact we'd have to get up early to make it for church. Rob and I excused ourselves shortly afterward, leaving our "parents" alone in the family room. Rob and I undressed and I pulled back the covers on my bed as if to sleep in it. "Hey, Dave, aren't you forgetting something?" "What's that, Rob?" "You're sleeping with me tonight, right?" "If you want me to, Rob." "Get over here dick face! I have something you want-unless you're too tired after servicing our brothers." "I'm never too tired for that, Rob." 1998 I love cock; I love the way a cock nestles in it's nest of pubic hair; I love the way it lies against a man's balls when it's soft and I love the way cock looks when it's hard and stands straight out from a man's body or stands straight up like a soldier at attention. I worship cock. The feeling I get as a play with a hard cock is indescribable. It feels like hardest steel enclosed in a sheath of softest velvet or silk. There is nothing in this world like cock. It's a good thing we're Episcopalians or else I would think my attraction to cock was idolatry. And I've seen a lot of cock in my short twelve years. I've admired the cocks of my brothers and Guy's and Dad's since as long ago as I can remember. Is it any wonder that I'm a cocksucker. All of the cocks I've sucked belong to my brothers. They seem to like the way I do it. Maybe I'm so good at it because I enjoy it so much. I'd never dreamed that anything could be better than watching and feeling a cock go from it's soft state to rock hard as I work my magic on it. When my twelfth birthday rolled around and my brothers asked me what I wanted for my birthday, I'd tell them I had everything I wanted. But actually that wasn't true. There was one thing I dreamed about having but I knew I probably could never have it. What I wanted more than anything in the world was one more cock-Dad's. For my birthday, though my brothers bought me a lot of neat stuff-the usual kind of stuff people give twelve year old boys--computer games, video games, a couple of books, drawing pads and paints. I loved to paint but my best work and what I never showed anyone was the pictures I'd do of Dad's cock. I'd seen it often enough because no one in this house was shy about showing off his body-completely naked. I could and did draw Dad's cock from memory. I had to use some imagination to draw it erect because I'd never seen it hard, but I'd seen my brothers' and well, you know, I pretty much had an idea what Dad's would look like. But I'm rambling, aren't I. My brothers are always telling me I can't tell a story straight out. Well, DUHH! After the party, Rob and I went to our room in the dormitory. We'd both gone through puberty by this point-at least I'd started being able to shoot real cum and had begun growing hair everywhere, it seemed. When given the choice, we decided to keep the dormitory for ourselves. To move to the Upper Room would have put us in the same crowded conditions the Upper Room was built to avoid. But anyway, Rob and I headed for bed. As usual I got into bed with Rob. I was feeling really good. In another year I'd be a teen-ager. I'm not sure exactly why that had meaning but it sounded cool. Rob started stroking my chest and especially playing with my nipples. I really liked it when he did that. Next to my dick, I think the most sensitive part of my body was my nipples. I'd get so hard and I'd start dribbling pre- cum. Of course so would he. After playing with me for a little, he'd usually spread his legs and offer me a meal. Of course I was always hungry for him and would take his cock and suck him dry. He loved it. I loved it. We both were very happy. But this particular night, Rob had something else in mind. "Dave, I want to give you a special present tonight. It's your birthday and I think you deserve something very special." "What Dave? What do you have to give me?" "Lie back brother, relax." He ran his hand down my body and took hold of my dick. He stroked it, pulling my foreskin back and forth over it's head, getting it really good and wet. He began to kiss me all down my chest. He licked my nipples and took one in his mouth to nibble. He'd done this lots of times before and I'd done the same to him. We'd become pretty familiar with each other's bodies since the first time I blew him two years ago. "Dave, are you feeling good? Do you like it when I do this to you?" "Damned straight, Rob, it feels really nice." We were of course naked and had no sheets or blankets pulled over us. Rob took my nuts in his hand and played with them-sort of like that guy in the really old WWII movie who played all the time with ball bearings. "That feels pretty terrific too, Rob." "Just wait, little bro, the best is yet to come." He dove for my cock. And for the first time I felt the bliss of having someone swing on my dick. Rob was a really good learner. I'd taught him through example all the things a boy can do to another's dick with his mouth. He stuck his tongue under my skin and licked the head, pulling the skin over the tip of his tongue. He swirled it around the head. He licked me like a popsicle and took all of my five and a half inches down his throat. But he also did something I'd not done to him. He sucked me almost to the point that I was going to shoot. With a final nibble on my foreskin, he licked his way into that crack between my ass cheeks. He didn't stay there long. Certainly not long enough as far as I was concerned because it felt damned good. Electric shocks went straight from my ass to my dick, making me leak more snot than I'd ever done in the half year I had produced it. He went back to my cock and sucked like a Hoover. Now I knew the pleasure I'd been giving him. It was wonderful. I think I might have liked it is much as giving head to someone I loved as much as my brothers. When I shot my load Rob swallowed most of it but saved a little on his tongue. When he kissed me after my orgasm, he stuck his tongue in my mouth and fed me my own spew. I have to admit it tasted better that way than when I'd just lick it off my fingers. "Oh, Rob. That was a damned special gift. Thank you, bro. You are a pretty good cocksucker. Have you been practicing?" "Yeah." "Who with?" "I'm not telling. But I will tell you he doesn't live very far from here." I thought I had a pretty good idea who that was. Could it have been Jerry? Could be! But poor Rob, he hadn't gotten off like I usually do when I suck dick. So I knew I had to return the favor. We fell asleep, both very contented. Sometime around midnight, I had to use the bathroom. Rob's body was pressed against my back with his arm lying across my chest. Very carefully so as not to wake him I slipped out of bed and headed for the toilet. I emptied my bladder and reached above the lavatory to get a paper cup. Granted I love the taste of my brother's spunk, but my mouth was really feeling funky. I needed a drink. The holder was empty. `Damn,' I thought. `We forgot to ask Guy to add cups to his shopping list.' There was nothing to do but go to the kitchen for a drink. I slipped up the stairs, moving quietly through the family room towards the kitchen. The TV was still on, sound muted. A lamp on the end table was on and turned to its lowest setting. Now that was strange. I walked over to turn off the set and the lamp. What I saw made me stop dead in my tracks. Guy and Dad were sprawled on the sofa fast asleep-naked as the day they were born. Dad was lying on his back with Guy cuddled against him. Guy's hand was lying comfortably on Dad's chest. Now as I've said, nudity is not a big deal in this house. I've seen both Dad and Guy naked plenty of times. I've even seen them hug and kiss. Once I went into the kitchen before the rest of the boys were up and Dad was playfully humping Guy while he was cooking the bacon. So I've seen them playing around, but this was different. Dad's cock was partially hard-that state that I'd witnessed in my brothers just after they've blown their load but haven't fully recovered. Guy's cock was lying on Dad's thigh, also not quite erect. I'd never seen either of them sporting such large pieces of meat. Dad's cock was lying across his stomach, reaching almost to his navel. By the light of the TV and the lamp I was able to see a glob of the white milky stuff I've developed such a craving for puddled in his navel. There was a line of matted hair just above his dick. I couldn't help myself. I quietly moved over to the sofa, knelt beside my sleeping father and sniffed at his mid section. I can't really describe the scent. Dad smelled different from anyone else I'd know. But then I think each of my brothers smell different from any of the others too. But Dad's scent was special I don't think I will ever forget his pungent perfume. I wanted to lick the puddle out of Dad's navel. I wanted to lick his hair clean. But I didn't. It hurt to leave him like that, but I knew if I touched him, he'd wake up and I didn't want that to happen. I was sure I had just missed witnessing something that would have been better left unseen. I turned off the TV and the lamp and tiptoed out of the room, all thoughts of getting a drink forgotten. As I left the room and headed back to the dormitory door, there was a sound from the sofa-a sigh, a change in breathing, something from someone. When I got back to Rob's bed, I saw he had turned over to his other side. I carefully lifted his cover and crawled back into bed, pressing my body against his back. The image of what I had witnessed and thoughts about what might have occurred in the family room kept me awake for a long time. The next morning was Sunday. Rob running his hands across my body awakened me. He took one of my hands and placed it on his cock. "Play with me Dave. I have a woody, you wouldn't believe." I was still half-asleep as he kissed me on the lips, pushing his tongue into my mouth. "Euwww. Your mouth tastes like shit, Little Brother. Go brush your teeth." I had to admit my mouth felt pretty funky. The clock radio had not gone off by the time I finished brushing teeth. Absent-mindedly I reached for the cup holder. It was full of cups. Had the paper cup fairy made a late night visit? Or had I dreamed the scene I had witnessed upstairs? In a very confused state, I climbed back in bed and stretched out on top of my big brother. He was as hard as I had ever seen him. "Take care of that, Dave, please. It shouldn't take very long." I threw back the covers and began to chew on his cock. He was getting pretty close just as the radio came on, signaling it was time to get up. To finish him off in a hurry, I rammed two fingers up his ass. He always liked that and it had the desired result. Rob's cock jerked about three times and he filled my mouth with his sperm. I went into the bathroom first, emptied my bladder and climbed into the shower. The water felt so good, even though I had showered before going to bed. Just as I finished soaping my body and shampooing my hair, Rob opened the curtain and joined me in the shower. "I dreamed about us again last night." "Oh?" I questioned. "Yeup. You were trying to fuck me in the ass. Dave, don't ever do that to me. Do you understand?" "Yes, Rob. Besides my five incher is too small to fuck you anyway. Your butt's too fat." I laughed, but I didn't think Rob saw the humor in my statement. "I'll just be happy to suck your cock any time you want me to, bro." I finished rinsing and left Rob in the shower to clean up. Putting on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt, I headed up for breakfast. After breakfast, we all dressed for Church. Dad insisted on formal church attire. Ties and jackets over long sleeved shirts was the rule. Dad and Guy both complained about the boys who showed up in shorts or jeans. They didn't complain about what we wore to school nearly as much as they insisted on appropriate dress for church. In May we were still celebrating Easter and at the later service, Father Shirley put on the full show. The choir sang and processed all around the church, preceded by incense, crucifix, candles and the parish banner. If there were enough acolytes the procession would include both national and church flags. This particular morning, the acolytes were the Jameson Team. Joe was the cricifer. Ron and Jason were servers and Rob carried the banner. George McGee was the thurifer. He led the procession swinging the incense burner. I loved incense-the more the better. Fortunately so did George. As the procession circled the nave, the congregation was covered in smoke. Some people really didn't like that much incense but Father Shirley believed there was never too much. The hymns that morning were rousing traditional songs, full of alleluias, well known by everyone in the congregation. The choir and the rest of us never sounded better. I sat next to Dad, having not completed my training to serve at the altar. Several times during the service Dad's voice, usually a very full bass, cracked. I don't know whether it was because of the smoke or pride in his family. But I suspected the latter. The service included both the baptism of a child and the blessing of a newborn infant. I began to think the service would go on forever. Regardless of the beauty of the liturgy and this particular service, I was having difficulty concentrating-especially during the sermon. Our priest was a good preacher and always had several good points to make. I knew his message would be fully discussed at lunch, but I hadn't had enough sleep and dozed off. Dad poked me with his elbow the first time he caught me. The second time, he handed me a note pad and pencil. "Take notes. There will be a test later." He chuckled at his joke, but I wasn't too sure he was kidding. Finally there was the Eucharist, the taking of communion and the blessing. It was over. As soon as I got out of the building, I removed my jacket and started undoing my tie. I hate to wear ties and the shirt I was wearing was becoming too small, causing me to feel that I would strangle if I kept it on for one more minute. "Dave, you stay properly dressed until we get home," instructed Guy. "A gentleman does not begin to undress in public." Geez would Guy's rules of living never end, I thought. But I did as instructed--tightened my tie and put the jacket back on. Fortunately there was a breeze and the day was not suffocating the way it would be in June. I was waiting for my brothers to leave the church when George walked by. He was wearing shorts and a tee shirt, hidden by his vestments during the service. My brothers were still wearing their ties and were putting their jackets back on as they left the church. I had to admit they looked as if they respected the position they held in the service. Upon returning home, however, our clothes were rapidly replaced with shorts, tee shirts and Adidas shoes. While Dad and Guy busied themselves in the kitchen, we adjourned to the back yard. Rob and Jason began kicking a soccer ball back and forth. Both of them had peeled out of their shirts, exposing their strong beautiful chests. The difference in three years of physical development was quite obvious, not only in the cut of their muscles but also in the amount of hair on their chests and torsos. The sons of J.J. Jameson take after him in the amount of body hair they grow. I remember each of my brothers commenting on the fact that they have more hair than any other boy in their gym classes. I can hardly wait until my body hair fully grows out. It is very sexy, I think. I picked up another ball and began to practice my dribbling skills. Ron intercepted my run and kicked the ball to Joe. It became a very lively game of keep away between the three of us. I managed to gain control of the ball and was immediately tackled by Ron. He fell on top of me and held my head still in his hands. I couldn't tell whether he was going to kiss me or pound my head into the ground. "We need to talk to you for just a minute. Come sit with us." I had already noted that Joe had gone to the side of the pool and was sitting at one of the patio tables. Naturally I followed Ron to the table. "Sit," commanded Joe. I sat, looking toward Ron for support. "What have I done, now?" I asked. "Nothing, little brother. We've just decided to give you a new name." "Hunh?" "We all have a secret name and have decided to honor you with one. Only the four of us are to know what it really means." "Oh?" "Yeup, your new name is Mighty Might." "I don't understand. What does that mean?" "Remember?" began Ron, "two years ago when Jason said you gave a better blow job than the milking machine at the farm?" "Well, yeah, but that didn't make a bit of sense to me." "Never mind that for now. Someday we'll explain it to you. Because you enjoy cocksucking so much and you've finally got hair on your nuts, we decided to make you a member of the club. For that you need a name. We couldn't call you Milk Machine, because if Guy or Dad heard your name they'd insist on an explanation. So, we needed something else that begins with the same letters. Joe suggested `Mightyy-Might' and that's what it is. If Guy or Dad ever hear the name used and ask about it we'll simply say that it refers to your soccer skills. OK?" "OK. What are your names?" "We can't tell you that just yet. You have to figure them out for yourself." "OK. It all sounds a little silly to me, but I guess it's cool. Does Rob have a name?" "Not yet, but I have a feeling he'll earn his soon enough," explained Joe. "For now, you answer to any name we normally call you. Mighty-Might is only for the Upper Room. Dig?" "Yeup. I guess so." Dad called us in to wash up for lunch. He and Guy had started the food to cook before we left for church. We were famished and ate quickly. Just as expected the entire service was critiqued, including the sermon. Guy was very disappointed in George McGee for wearing only a tee shirt and shorts under his cassock. He expected Joe to correct George's dress before Joe's team served again. "Guy," Joe said. "Father Shirley has given us permission to dress down under the cassock. Last Sunday, one of the acolytes in the early service fainted because the AC wasn't keeping the church cool enough. In fact, Father caught me in the vesting room and told me to tell my whole that during the Spring and Summer, shorts, tees and sandals will be perfectly OK. He really is insisting on it, Guy. He doesn't like having acolytes passing out during the service. It's disruptive." He laughed softly. Guy frowned and looked at Dad, briefly. "Hmm. Then I guess it will be OK, but you make sure your cassocks are long enough to cover your legs. You all have nice looking legs but I don't approve of some of the laxness that is creeping into the way people dress for church. I find that to be distracting . . . J. J. do you think we need to have a talk with Philip?" "No Guy. He's in charge of the service. If he finds casual dress to be acceptable, I guess we'll have to cede the point. Especially since he seems to have a pretty good reason for his decision." I think this was the first time I had witnessed a discussion over a principle that Guy gave way to Dad's position. Was there something going on between them that we had missed? In Oklahoma the weather in May was unpredictable. In a single day, the morning could be cool with a breeze that varied from non-existent to a gale. The afternoons could be very hot, a harbinger to the summer heat. (I learned that word in some book we had just been required to read for English. Pretty neat word, don't you think? Especially for a not quite teenager?) Today was one of those harbingers. The breeze died down to a dead calm and the temperature climbed steadily. By 1:00 the temperature was in the mid 80s and Guy and Dad had a soccer game. Naturally, we all went to watch and to cheer their team to victory. Both of our fathers looked terrific in soccer shorts and jerseys. Guy's legs were well muscled and appeared to be almost hairless. Actually his leg hair was quite thick but he was blond and his legs were beautifully tanned so the hair hardly showed. The same could be said for the hair on his arms. Dad's legs were covered with mats of black hair that was only accentuated by his tan. Both men wore beards, Guy looking very much like the stereotype of a Viking. All he was missing was a helmet with horns growing from the sides. Dad just looked delicious. The other members of their seniors' team were in pretty good shape too. But I was especially proud of my two dads. At half time, the score in the game was tied. Two goals for each team. Just as in the games for the younger teams, half time meant a break for something to drink and to take a few minutes to revamp strategy. It was a truly hot day and all the men were sweating and flushed. As they left the field, most of the men stripped off their jerseys, exposing bodies that were quite accustomed to hard work and hard play. Dad's torso put many of the other men's body to shame-and he and Guy were the oldest members of the team. I guess I could have been prejudiced here but my two dads looked mighty good. Most of the men grabbed a cold beer-unlike our "snack" of gator aide or water. The sight of all those half-naked bodies and the strong smell of testosterone enthused men caused my dick to twitch inside my shorts. Damn, my briefs were beginning to feel very tight against my groin. Maybe I needed to switch only to boxers or better yet, go commando like my brothers. The second half of the game was marked by an increase in the roughness of the game. There were several fouls and one man on each team was "red carded". By the end of the half, the score remained tied at two goals each. The game was settled by a kick off. Dad was his team's goalie. By this point he was covered in mud-the dust of the field mixed with his own sweat. Guy was the first kicker for his team. He moved to the ball, feinted to the left, then fired a shot into the upper right corner of the net. The opposing kicker attempted a similar move, which was blocked by Dad-not easily but they didn't score. Dad and Guy received congratulations by their teammates and adoring fans. Even as dirty and sweaty as they were, the team decided to celebrate their victory at a near by tavern. The field was not far from our house, so Dad told us to walk. He and Guy would join the team's celebrations and see us in a few hours. In the meantime, we were instructed to finish up our homework for Monday and do anything else that was needed to be ready for school. The five of us must have presented quite a sight. We were hot, even though we had been spectators rather than participants in the game. We were high fiving each other, and hugging and chasing each other on the way. Because of the heat and also to begin our summer tans, we'd all removed our shirts. The sight and smell of my brothers was enough to send me into a state of fantasy. I wondered whether there would be time to give service to the four hunks with whom I was walking. If it didn't happen, I decided it wouldn't be because I didn't try. I had come to know each of my brothers in a far more intimate way than I guess most boys knew theirs. I wanted to know them even more intimately. As we entered the gate to our yard, I grabbed Joe's shorts and pulled them off his hips. As usual, when not in soccer uniform, he wasn't wearing underwear. Joe kicked his shorts off and began to chase me through the yard. By the time he caught me, the other three had joined the fray and I lost my shorts and briefs. My clothes were tossed into the lower branches of a tree. Not to be outdone, I grabbed Joe's cast off shorts and started running for the back yard. The chase was on. Surprisingly Ron and Rob joined my "team", grabbed Jason and stripped his shorts off. He wasn't wearing underwear either. Then they became the objects of the game. Joe and Jason caught Ron, depantsed him and ran for the house. On the way, they caught Rob, stripped him, ran through the front door, closed and locked it. Ron checked the back door-locked. The door to the patio room was also locked. We could see Joe and Jason through a window laughing their heads off. The three of us were caught naked outdoors without any way to get into the house. I headed for the pool area. I knew the water would be cold compared to the heat of the air, but maybe it would take care of the boner I had suddenly thrown. Ron and Rob laid out on two of the chaise. I guess we all looked so comfortable that Joe and Jason finally joined us. Here we were five teen-aged boys lying at the pool totally naked. Hey, I'm almost a teen-ager. As usual, Jason could not refrain from playing with his cock. He was very casual about it, as he always was, but he still got hard. There was no breeze and the smell of hot, musky, horny, males permeated the air. I climbed out of the pool and zeroed on Jason. I couldn't resist the sight of his bone. Lying, on my stomach between his legs I took his cock into my mouth and began to tongue just under his foreskin. His body began to twitch under me. "Sheiit," yelled Ron. "Mighty-Might is at it again. Our brother is a real cock slut." But he too had thrown a rod and joined the game by kneeling at Jason's side and began to play with his already hard nipples. Not to be left out, Joe went to Jason's other side and began to suck on his free nip. That left only Rob. I felt his hands grab my exposed and vulnerable ass, spread my cheeks and then there was his tongue rimming my hot, sweaty, salty ass. Ron and Joe quit what they were doing to Jase, in shock at what Rob was doing to me. "I do believe Mighty-Might is about to advance to the big time," exclaimed Ron. "And I'm not going to miss out on this one bit." Ron lifted Rob from the chaise and replaced Rob's tongue with his own forefinger, shoving it roughly into my virgin hole. My brothers were so worked up, as was I, that we lost all good sense. Ron's cock very quickly replaced his finger. He entered me in a single thrust of his pelvis and fucked me for all he was worth. While they were watching, Rob went down on Joe, sucking the leader of the pack like there was no tomorrow. I was still sucking Jason and getting fucked by my favorite brother. But not for long. Ron lost his seed in a matter of minutes, filling my ass with his warm milky substance. As he got off of me, Rob resumed his property and using Ron's cum as a lube entered me. He didn't last as long as had Ron and was replaced by Joe. I was like a hog wallowing in slop, happy beyond comprehension. The sight of his brothers abusing me the way they were forced Jason to lose his cum, filling my mouth like it had never been filled by one boy before. My body thrashed under Joe, ass muscles tightening at his intrusion. He bellowed like a gored bull and emptied himself in my ass. Joe's bellows were echoed by my own. When I finally got to my feet there was a puddle of spunk on the chaise where I had been lying. We relaxed in the sun for a few minutes-at least until our breathing and senses returned to normal. Each of my brothers looked at the rest of us. We burst into fits of nervous laughter. Joe made the concluding pronouncement. "Well boys I think we've crossed the line. From now on we are bonded as we've never been bonded before. I think we'd better shower before the dads get home." The shower in the Dormitory was the largest in the house. We showered together pressing our bodies against each other as we soaped whatever body parts we could easily reach. My cock hardened again, as did Rob's. But hard cocks were ignored. We'd had enough fun and games for one day and the silence of guilt began to surround us. We all needed time to think over what had just happened.