Date: Tue, 5 Jan 2010 10:25:21 -0800 (PST) From: Jon T. Subject: Who's Fucking My Boy - Chapter 6 This is a work of fiction - these characters exist only in my fevered imagination. This story features sex between adults and willing minors, both family and non-family members. If you're not into that or if you are not of an age to be reading X-rated stories, please go elsewhere. If you wish to provide feedback, you can contact me at t_jon15@yahoo.com. Thanks to the guys who have written. The comments,d all positive, are appreciated! Several of you have asked if I have had personal experience with incest. I have not - it's just always been a big turn-on for me. An additional note: I do not advocate for incest. I see where it could be a beautiful thing, but I really am not suggesting that anyone engage in it. I also am not in favor of sex with underage boys or girls or unsafe sex. I personally find bare sex to be more interesting and conducive to fantasy, but I beg of you: use a condom if you are having anal sex with an actual live person. HIV/AIDS is very real and is not to be taken lightly. Who's Fucking My Boy - Chapter 6 Andrew was verging on hysteria as he answered the door. Don saw that Andrew was in bad shape as he stepped through the door and took him into his arms. At that point, Andrew completely lost it. Through his tears, he cried, "We're fucked! We're all going to prison!" Don patted his back and cooed in his ear. "Come on, now, it's not that bad. I just need to talk to Mark." "You don't understand! He's absolutely livid! He's probably in there calling the cops right now!" "There are several good reasons why he is not going to do that." Don became aware of David and Jamie hovering in the background. "Boys, how are you? Are you hungry?" It was getting on to six o'clock, and he was pretty sure they hadn't had any dinner. David and Jamie were shocked, by what Andrew had said and because they had never seen Andrew so upset. Don took Andrew's hands into his own and squeezed them. "Why don't you make some dinner for everyone? I'm going to see if Mark will talk to me." He pulled Andrew towards the kitchen. Andrew had planned dinner to be a simple affair. He had put together a casserole that would take thirty minutes to bake. With bread and a vegetable, they would be ready to eat very soon. Andrew wiped his eyes. He was in serious need of a tissue. "OK. I guess they give people a last meal even on death row!" Don chuckled. "That's funny, Andrew. No one is going to die! Go cook! Boys, stay close by - your father may want to talk to you." Andrew went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and pulled out the prepared casserole. He turned on the oven and then leaned against the counter, waiting for it to pre-heat. Don went down the short hallway to Mark and Angela's master suite which was in the opposite end of the house from the boys' and Andrew's bedrooms. He rapped gently on the door. "Can I come in?" He heard Mark say, "Do what you want. It's not locked." Don stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. It had finally begun to register on David that this was a serious matter. He took Jamie's hand and they went together into the den. Jamie turned to where he could hug David. "Why was Andrew crying? What's wrong?" "Oh, come on, Jamie. You know Dad doesn't know anything about what we've been doing together. All the fucking and stuff. He was bound to find out. It was stupid to think he wouldn't. But now, who knows what he'll do?" Just then, they heard Michael coming through the front door. "Hey - where is everyone?" "In here, Mike." Mike stepped into the den. "What movie did you see?" David might have been better served if he had followed through on Mike's invitation to join Spencer and him at the movies. But what was done was done. "A really lame comedy. Total waste of money. I don't even remember the name of it. What's going on?" "Andrew's fixing dinner. And Dr. Don is here, talking to Dad in his room." "Why would he be talking to dad? What happened?" David didn't know how to answer Mike. He was accepting the fact that he had behaved very badly. He knew his older brother would be furious. "Uh - well, Dad kind of... well..." "What did you do now?" "Why do you assume I did something?" "If you hadn't, you wouldn't hemming and hawing. Out with it." "OK. I was in a really lousy mood this afternoon. Don't know why. Dad barged in on me while I was jacking off, and I..." "You what?" "Well, he... and then I..." Jamie broke in. "David asked Daddy to fuck him." "You WHAT?" David scratched his chin nervously. "He pissed me off, and what's that word they use at school? Oh yeah - it escalated." "No shit, Sherlock!" Jamie spoke up again. "And then I said I wanted him to fuck me first." Michael looked at both of them disgustedly. He pulled off his light jacket and fell onto the sofa. "That's just great, guys. And Andrew called Dr. Don, right? Where's Dad?" "In his room. Dr. Don got here a few minutes ago. Andrew was really upset. He was crying." He grabbed the remote and turned on the television. "Watch some TV. Don't you dare leave this room!" He got to his feet and headed to the kitchen. Mike stepped into the kitchen just in time to see Andrew slide the casserole into the oven and set the timer. Andrew turned to face him. Michael could see the redness in Andrew's eyes. He shook his head and held out his arms. Andrew melted into them. Michael kissed his forehead and said, "Those little fuckheads. I can't believe what they did." "They told you, did they. Well, at least they owned up to it. I don't know why I'm fixing dinner. I should be packing my stuff and heading for Canada." "You did the right thing when you called Dr. Don. What did he say?" Andrew shrugged and shook his head. "He seemed really calm - almost like it was funny. He said there were several reasons why your dad wouldn't call the cops." "We just have to trust him. I don't regret anything we have ever done. Don't you either!" Michael stood and looked at Andrew. "That casserole is going to be baking for a while, right?" "Thirty minutes. Why?" "Spencer gets me so hot, just being around him. Come on." "You've got to be kidding!" "It'll help you relax." "Everyone will hear us!" "Not if we're quiet. Andrew, I really need it." Michael groped himself, outlining his stiff teen boner in his shorts. Andrew looked at it hungrily. "OK. But we have to be VERY quiet!" Michael grinned. They hurried together to Michael's room, leaving the door open just a crack so Andrew would be sure to hear the timer when it went off. In seconds, they were naked from the waist down. Michael lubed up his cock and Andrew's extremely receptive ass. With Andrew face down on the bed, Michael proceeded to give him a thorough fucking, quietly, of course. Meanwhile, in the den, David was immediately bored with what was on TV. He pulled his shorts off and leaned back against the cushion at the end of the sofa. Jamie watched him expectantly. David lifted his legs and pulled his ass cheeks apart. Jamie knew what he wanted and stretched out on the sofa, his head between David's legs. He began to lick David's hole. David moaned softly. Fortunately, the sound on the television drowned him out. After a minute or two of passionate rimming, Jamie moved up to David's balls and then to his cock. He pulled David's foreskin back and licked around the head. He could taste his own ass. He wished David could fuck him again, but he knew they'd have to settle for a blowjob this time. Don stepped into Mark and Angela's bedroom. Mark was sitting upright in the middle of the king-sized bed, his back against the headboard, apparently naked, a sheet up to his waist, and his laptop open at his side. That he would be in bed and naked didn't surprise Don. He knew this was how Mark reacted when he was upset. He would strip off and climb into bed. While in college, he had been known for this. Mark fixed Don with an icy glare. "Is this your revenge? I break your heart 20 years ago, and you turn my kids into incestuous sex fiends. Am I right?" "You know it's not that simple. I will always love you. I have nothing to seek revenge for. The years we were a couple were the happiest of my life." "So what the fuck, Don? Jamie and David begged me to fuck them this afternoon. And David said you've been fucking him. How can you possibly justify yourself?" Don stood looking at Mark. Then he did something one might not expect in such circumstances. He kicked off his sandals, and then pulled off his shorts, followed quickly by his tanktop. He was as naked as Mark was. He pulled the sheet back and climbed into the bed beside Mark. Moving the laptop to his left side, he moved in next to Mark and took his former lover into his arms. What neither of their families knew was that, for the first three years of their college careers, Mark and Don had been passionate lovers. The summer of their junior years, Mark had stayed on campus for summer school while Don had gone home to work on his father's farm. As fate would have it, Mark met Angela. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and she was attracted to his smashing good looks, intelligence, and gentle thoughtfulness. Mark didn't know if he could marry a woman and make it work, but he felt he'd be a fool not to at least try. Don had reluctantly agreed to be Mark's best man six months later, and that was the last time they had spoken until Mark had gone with Angela to get the boys established with Don as their doctor more than decade later. That had been quite awkward, but Mark stuck with his resolve to let Don treat his boys. Angela had handled all their doctor's visits until she was elected to office and was no longer around to do it. Mark passively accepted Don's embrace, asking only, "Why are you in my bed?" "Letting you know I love you, and I'm sorry you're upset. We will work this out." Mark's anger softened. "I just feel like such a failure. All I ever wanted was a family and to be a good father and husband. I've totally blown it." "You have wonderful kids. They're absolutely gorgeous, bright, funny, sexy kids. Any father would be very proud!" The two of them leaned back. Mark was on his left side, his head on Don's shoulder. They had not been together in this way for 20 years, but it seemed like they were picking up right where they left off. "You may have allowed yourself to get disengaged, but I think we all know the business environment is really tough. You've done a terrific job of providing for Angela and the boys. And while you've been trying to hold it together, Andrew's done a great job with them." "Don't make excuses for me. Nothing is more important to me than those boys out there. Just an hour ago, my two youngest sons wanted me to fuck them. In the ass. And just this morning, Angela asked me for a divorce. This has not been a good day." Don had to smile at Mark's wry summation of the day, but he was saddened at Mark's news. "She wants a divorce?" "Yes. She is resigning from the state senate and moving to Washington, DC. She's been offered a big lobbying job there. She says we haven't had a real marriage in years. And she's right. I'm a lousy father and a lousy husband. My wife is beautiful, smart, and talented, and she wants nothing more to do with me. Why should she?" "Mark. Did she say anything else?" "Oh yeah - she says I'm gay. She's right. It's usually the woman who doesn't want sex after the kids are born. With us, it was the other way around. Angela is a total knockout. How could I not want sex with her?" "Don't beat yourself up. She has the wrong plumbing. That's how it works with gay guys. Or doesn't work." Mark shook his head and closed his eyes. Don hugged him tighter and stroked his back. Mark opened his eyes and sighed. "OK, back to our discussion. Tell me, who does Andrew fuck? He's got to have a role in this farce." "Andrew mostly gets fucked. He and Michael are pretty tight. I don't think he's a danger to anyone, and I wouldn't say he's a pedophile, but close to it." "What do you mean?" "He only fucks boys who have no hair on their bodies. When they grow hair, his legs go straight up in the air for them." "So he fucks Jamie." "They really love each other. There's the music thing and there's Andrew's big beautiful cock. And Andrew is just a really sweet guy. Very much like his beautiful cousin." Mark rolled his eyes. "So he's hung." "Must run in the family. You never knew that?" Mark snorted. "I have boundaries. I was very careful not to notice." He still couldn't wrap his mind around what had happened with his family. "Tell me what happened, Don. Where did this come from - all this fucking?" "It's never come up with Angela?" "No. Did she know about this?" "Yes, she did. She caught Mike and David together when they were 11 and 8. They became full-fledged lovers when they were 14 and 11. She enlisted my help to make sure no one got hurt." "So Michael has been fucking David for three years." "Not exactly. David stopped getting fucked about a year ago. But that changed yesterday at my house. David is pretty much straight - he'll fuck anything when he's really horny, but most of the time, he likes girls. He's the passive one with another guy. Tell me - what have you observed about Michael and David?" Mark looked at Don incredulously. "You're talking about a 14-year-old boy. You make him sound like he's a 40-year-old porn star. At your house? What kind of parties do you have?" Don held up his finger. "You can come to the next one. Mark, focus." Mark glared at Don, but answered his initial question. "They've always gotten along really well. Is that what you're referring to?" "Yes. They genuinely love each other. That's deteriorated a bit recently. Michael gets really frustrated with how impetuous and immature David can be. But I think it will hold pretty much true for the rest of their lives. I fully expect they will marry and have families. But they will always have each other, apart and separate from that." "Kind of like your brothers." "Exactly like my brothers." "Tell me about Jamie." "Jamie is a little lover. He has the most receptive ass for a relatively small boy that I have ever seen. He absolutely loves to get fucked. He loves you and his mom and his brothers and his trumpet. But he also loves a big cock in his hole. He's an uncomplicated child, really." "So you have fucked my baby. With this." Mark pushed the sheet back and grasped Don's cock which had become hard during their discussion. He held it tightly. Despite his calm demeanor, Mark was grasping and tugging in such a way that Don became concerned that Mark might hurt him somehow. He pushed the sheet away from Mark's waist, exposing Mark's uncut cock. It had extended to its full nine inches. "Looks like I'm not the only one who is turned on by this conversation." Don took Mark's cock into his hand and gave it a couple of strokes. Mark groaned. "I am so fucking horny." "Let me see if I can help you with that." Don started to take Mark's thick cock into his mouth. Mark pushed him away. "You're not getting out of this by giving me a blowjob! Forget it!" "Oh, come on. You love me! When you left me, I almost died. Angela wrapped you around her little finger, and off you went! But you did me a favor. I pulled it together, found a good woman, and had some great kids of my own. I probably wouldn't have gone to medical school if we had stayed together. But I've never gotten over you. And I don't think you're over me either!" "Don't flatter yourself, cowboy," Mark joked, but he couldn't look Don in the eye as he said it. He fixed his gaze on Don's chest. He let go of Don's cock and reached out to toy with the profuse hair. Mark was one of those men who has very little body hair and had always been drawn to men like Don. Mark withdrew his hand and changed the subject. "You told me about your family and your background, and I always found it hard to believe - all the fucking that went on between you and your brothers, your father, and your uncle. And I have to admit I had forgotten about it over the years. So is your medical practice based on that? Incest?" Don thought about it for a moment and responded, "There's an incest subculture that is alive and well in Cleveland, and I've really plugged into it. But no, my practice isn't based on it. I'm there to take care of boys. I love boys. If it's brought to my attention that incest is occurring, I do everything I can to make it a healthy, beneficial experience. If I see family relationships that might be enriched by physical contact, I have ways of subtly suggesting it to the adults. If I see a kid, like Jamie, who seems to be really anally oriented, I help them with that, too." "By fucking them." "No - by opening them up so they won't get hurt or injured. Because I know they're going to get fucked and often. Well, yeah, I do fuck them myself. They know I love them, so it's always a positive experience. I never force myself on them. I do it only when they're begging for it." "You're one crazy fucker, you know that?" Mark was feeling better about things. "What about your own family?" "You know that my wife and I divorced. She has the girls in North Carolina. I have the boys here. And yes, we fuck a lot. I'm teaching the twins to fuck - they practice on each other and also on me. I fuck their older brother to keep him in line and also because he's so damn cute. He's so much like me when I was his age - headstrong, hairy, big dick. The physical thing keeps us close and connected." "You make it sound almost noble - like it's your calling." "In my mind, it is." Mark rolled his eyes and shook his head. Then he leaned back and waggled his dick at Don. "Go for it." Don hefted Mark's big, heavy balls. Don knew Mark didn't shave down there. He always marveled at how little pubic hair he had and how his balls were virtually bare. "You probably have a dozen loads stored up in there. I think you should save them for your kids." "So you think I'm going to walk out of here and start fucking with my boys." "You know you want to." Mark's cock throbbed. He watched as a drop of pre-cum formed at the tip and started to drop off. Don scooped it up and licked his finger. Mark looked at Don and nodded. Don grabbed his hand. "Come on." The two of them made their way off the bed. Before they headed for the door, Don took Mark into his arms. "Do you think..." Mark's head was spinning. "Let's get through this first." Don kissed him. "I've always loved you, and I always will." Mark had to blink away tears as he reached for the doorknob. The sound of the oven timer caused him to stop. "Let's put on our clothes. I need to let them know what's going on with their mother and with my business, and they need to eat. Then we can see what happens from there."