Date: Wed, 12 Apr 2000 22:55:30 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@eudoramail.com>
Subject: We Three

We Three

as told to Jon Hold

jonhold@eudoramail.com



First off, let me tell you that this story is true. I've got a friend of
ours writing it for us, because he writes much better than we do. Sometimes
the words are his, but the Ideas are mine, or Bill's or Boo's. We like to
sit around in the evenings and talk, and telling Jon stories is a lot of
fun, cuz the old fart really gets off on them, and us -- to say nothing of
the fact that he listens real good. One day he showed us how he'd been
writing down some of the stories we told him, and we really liked the
idea. We had him remove some of the stories because, while we don't mind
stretching the truth to make the story more interesting, downright lies are
something we just don't share with strangers. Anyhow, we think Jon's done
us proud, and we hope you enjoy our stories. [Jimmy's full of shit, but I
like him anyway. I was going to try and reproduce the boy's rich Southern
accents, but that got to be confusing --- and a pain in the ass, so, I've
mostly used pretty standard English here. I've known these boys for awhile,
and they're good boys, for thirty-something year old boys, so I think these
stories are pretty truthful, or, at least, what they remember as the
truth. Jon Hold]



Chapter 1

In the Beginning



All of this starts, as far as I'm concerned, just after I turned
thirteen. My big brother, Bill, was sixteen, three years and a couple of
months older than me (we had a couple of sisters in between us, but that
doesn't matter).  Our cousin Boo is our Daddy's baby sisters boy and he is
almost an hour older than Bill --- and never lets Bill forget that he's the
eldest. I always thought it was funny to watch them squabble about that
sort of stuff, especially since they look and act enough alike to be twin
brothers. Now, that's not too surprising, because Bill is Daddy's son by
Emma, our mom, who is Daddy's oldest sisters girl. Boo's momma is Ellie,
Who is Daddy's baby sister. Daddy was just fourteen when he got to
pestering both girls. They were both twelve years old and best friends and
figure that they got with child by Daddy within an hour of each
other. They're not exactly sure when, because Daddy was humping them
something awful just then, jumping them anytime the opportunity presented
itself, and the girls made sure there was plenty of opportunity and would
make sure Daddy rode them three and four or even more times each and every
time they could get away with it.

When both girls turned up pregnant, Daddy's papa, our Gramps, blistered his
hide but good and then made him marry Momma. Daddy's momma had died almost
a year before, so while the preacher was there anyway, Gramps married
Ellie. The preacher man didn't say anything about Ellie being Grandpa's
little girl, so I guess it was all right.

The night they got married Gramps and Daddy took the girls up to Grandpa's
big four-poster bed and shared them back and forth all night long, making
damn sure that they were not only pregnant, but that they stayed that
way. Gramps gave Daddy another licking that evening, putting him across his
knee so the girls could see for sure that he'd been punished for getting
them pregnant without asking first. Then he let Daddy buttfuck him while
Gramps was cuntfucking back and forth between the two girls.  That way the
girls knew that Granddaddy respected Daddy being a man. Gramps and Daddy
shared that big old bed with the girls until they saved up the money to buy
the farm next to Grandpa's and Daddy took Momma and Bill and Bill's new
little sister and moved into the new place. Gramps and Daddy and their
wives still visit a lot back and forth and when Gramps and Ellie spend the
night it's hard to get to sleep because of all the noise they make in Daddy
and Momma's bedroom.

So, anyway, Boo is partly our brother, and partly our cousin, and partly
our uncle, but we call him "Cousin" because it's easier and makes more
sense.

Like I was saying, I'd been tagging along behind Bill and Boo as long as I
could remember. They sort of tolerated me, and would even let me play some
of their games with them and once in a while they'd let me watch when they
were doing sex stuff. But they wouldn't let me do sex stuff with them, much
as I wanted to touch them and find out what was so much fun. They said that
I had to wait until I had hair and could do man stuff. That didn't make no
sense to me because they'd sure been playing with each other since long
before either of them had hair, and they didn't mind playing around with
the girls, hair or no hair. They even let Boo's baby sister suck on them,
but wouldn't let me touch them at all. I'd play with myself while I watched
them, but it just wasn't the same.

A couple of days before I turned thirteen Gramps took sick awful bad. All
the kids moved over to our house so that Ellie could take care of her
daddy/husband better. Grandpa wanted me to stay with them because I was big
enough to help with chores and not too old to help heal his ailments. All
the folk medicine people said that a sure cure for the rumatiz and bone
ache was to take a pre-adolescent boy into your bed, and guess who he got
to be?

It was fun though, partly because it was just the three of us in the house
and partly because Gramps didn't want no woman fussing around him while he
was sick. I always loved my grandpa an especial lot, and I always sort of
thought that I was his special boy, the way he'd pay attention to me. He'd
always give me a lickin' anytime he even halfway thought I'd been up to
something, but he never punished me in front of nobody. Usually he'd take
me out to his 'office' in the barn and take care of things there. He'd shoo
everybody off and then sit down on an old straight backed chair he kept out
there. Then he'd call me over to him and strip me down til' I was plumb
naked. Then he'd lift me up on his lap and rub my tummy and my back while
we talked about whatever I'd done. When he was ready, he'd lift me up and
lay me across his lap. He'd keep talking to me about what I'd done and how
he expected me to behave while he slowly warmed my butt up so I could take
a good, hard lickin' without screaming. As soon as he'd start in rubbing my
belly my little pecker would get stiff as a bone and it would stay that way
all through the spanking.

Once Gramps got me warmed up good and really started blistering my butt,
I'd start dry cumming and wouldn't be able to stop until he was done
spanking me. Between his big, work-hard hand tearing up my ass and my
little dink rubbing up against the rough denim of his overall's as I jumped
and wiggled around, I didn't stand a chance. Every once in a while my
foreskin would pull back and I'd have to arch up to keep it from being
sandpapered by Gramp's overall's. He'd take advantage of my butt sticking
up in the air like that to land some really extra hard swats until he'd
have mercy and reach underneath of me and pull my foreskin back over the
sensitive end of my little stiffie to protect it. I never tried to pull it
back myself, that was Grandpa's chore.

When he thought I'd had enough, Grandpa would lift me back up and set my
red and stinging behind down on that rough old fabric and hold me until I
quit crying. If I'd taken my spanking like a good boy he'd reach down
between my legs and play with my stiff little dink so he could keep the
good feelings going inside of me while I leaned against his chest and
cried. If I'd been a real good boy and had come and told him I'd been bad
before he caught me he had a real special treat. He'd give me an extra hard
spanking for being naughty and when he was done he'd hold me and stand up
and let his overall's drop down around his ankles. Then he'd sit down and
put my sore bottom down on his warm, smooth thigh and let me nurse on his
big old tittie while he rubbed between my legs and rocked me. That was the
most wonderful feeling ever. Sometimes I'd confess to stuff I hadn't done
just so that Grandpa would hold me like that.

Now I'll tell you some about Grandpa. It's a true fact at all the men in
our family have really big peckers. I never noticed anything until my
school had a special trip to the city and we got to go swimming at a great
big pool of water that was inside a building called the YMCA place. Just
like at home, everybody went skinny-dipping, but it was kind of funny to be
swimming inside. Just about the first thing I noticed was that everybody
there had real small dicks. I was only ten, but the four inches that I had
hanging was longer than most of the full grown men's dicks. Maybe not as
big around, but longer. I asked my teacher if there was something wrong
with all those people but he said no, there wasn't anything wrong with
them, it was just that all the boys from my family had really big
ones. That made me proud and I made sure that everybody got a chance to see
mine real good. One old man with no teeth helped me go to the bathroom,
showing me how the outhouse with water worked. When he was done wiping my
bottom for me he sucked on my thing until it got real big and felt real,
real good. My teacher came into the bathroom and called for me just then
and I politely thanked the man and ran out with a shiny wet stiffie to go
get dressed. My teacher never said anything bad, but he sure held me on his
lap a lot more after that. He'd hold me for a long time if I got stiff for
him.

Gramps was a real big man, over six foot and five inches tall, and real
strong. He had a rough beard most of the time and he had a patch of blond
hair underneath each of his arms and a great big springy patch all around
his man stuff. Besides that all the hair he had was little golden sprinkles
on his forearms and lower legs and a thin little patch that reached up from
his bush to his bellybutton. I liked to play with Grandpa's bellybutton
because it was really deep and it would make him giggle sometimes when I
stuck my finger in there. His arms and legs were real big around and full
of bulgy muscles. His chest was real nice to lean against whenever I was
sitting in his lap or he was holding me in his arms. All broad and hard
with flat muscles that bulged out over his rippley stomach. Real warm and I
could feel and hear his heart beating slow and strong when my ear was
against his shiny soft skin. His nipples stuck way out from his chest and
fit into my mouth so good, making me feel real pleasurable when I'd cuddle
up and nurse on him. He'd just rock and rock and I swear I could feel him
purr as he gently rubbed between my legs so that I'd feel as good as I was
making him feel. The more pressure he used when he rubbed me, the harder
I'd suck on his teat until it'd swell all up and pretty near fill my
mouth. He'd ease up on his rubbing when he wanted me to use a little less
suction. That way he could keep me sucking on his pap just the way he
wanted it done. When I'd get one tit swole up the way he wanted it, he'd
switch me around to his other leg so I could work on getting his other pap
worked up real good.

Before he'd move me he'd take a good feel of my butt and if it needed
warming up he'd lay me down across his lap and rub my back while he put the
fire back in my ass. Whenever he'd do that he always made it feel real
good. I tried real hard to figure out how something that was supposed to be
punishment could feel so good. I think Daddy wondered the same thing,
because sometimes he and Gramps would get together and switch me back and
forth between their laps while Grandpa tried to teach Daddy how to treat
his boy's butts. I didn't really mind when they did that because when they
were done both of them would always strip naked and trade off holding me
and rubbing between my legs while they talked. Grandpa would always have me
suck real hard on Daddy's nipples so I could help my Daddy develop really
big nipples like a man is supposed to have. They'd both let me hold onto
their big old peckers while they were spanking me and having me suck on
their nipples, and that was real special because they'd always let me lick
up anything that drooled on my hands. After one of these sessions Gramps
always treated me real special the next time he had to give me a spanking
(usually the very next day). Instead of him being in charge and telling me
what to do, he'd rub me harder or softer between the legs depending on how
hard or soft I sucked on his titties. That always got me so excited that
I'd have to climb down across Grandpa's lap so he could work my butt over
some more and really get me going.

Grandpa's gnarly old dick wasn't quite as long as my Daddy's, but it was
real big around and heavy, weighing more than anybody else's pecker in the
whole family. His foreskin was all loose and floppy and I really liked to
play with it while I was sucking on his titties. I'd move so that it stuck
up between my skinny legs and then hold his pecker still by squeezing my
thighs together while I sucked on his titty and played with his loose
skin. Grandpa said that his skin was all loose like that because he'd stuck
it into so many tight virgin holes. Every time he'd tell me about that I'd
ask him if he was going to pop my cherry for me and he'd promise that he
would if I wanted him too, but not until I was older. That would get me
really excited and he'd usually have to give me another session across his
knees to quiet me down. I spent a lot of hours with my Grandpa when I was a
boy, learning how to be a man. I really loved him a lot.

Anyhow, Ellie was real pregnant and couldn't climb up the stairs very good,
and Gramps didn't want no women hanging around him when he was sick
anyways, so it was up to me to take care of him as best I could. His joints
were swollen up something fierce, and it hurt him to move very much at all
so I tried to do just about everything for him. I'd hold a mason jar down
between his legs and hold his pecker for him when he had to take a pee and
help him onto a chamber pot and wipe his behind for him when he had to take
a crap. Ellie still did most all the cooking, but I'd lug in firewood and
water for her and she'd make up a big old tray of food and I'd carry it
upstairs real careful and then sit on Grandpa's bed with him and feed the
both of us while we talked about stuff. I especially liked whenever he got
to feeling hot or sticky because then he'd let me wash him down ---
everywhere --- with a cloth and some cool spring water.

The witching man said that I was to stay as close to grandpa as possible
and to touch him as much as possible so that the healing power of my young
body could suck the bad out of his system. I didn't have no problem with
that and spent hours naked in bed with Grandpa, leaning up against his
chest and reading to him. Gramps never did learn how to read and he purely
loved to listen to me read just about anything to him. Grandpa would tell
me how proud he was of me because I worked on my studies so hard and I'd
swell up fit to burst with pride.

At night I'd get in under the covers with Gramps and, naked, we'd cuddle up
real close and sleep real good. One night something woke me up while it was
still real dark and I was sort of scared, wondering what it was until
Gramps moaned again. He was in real bad pain and I could tell that no
matter how gentle I tried to be, rubbing the medicine the witching man had
left onto Grandpa's joints hurt him something awful. When I got done it
didn't seem like it had helped him much and I almost started crying trying
to figure out how to help my grandpa. I finally remembered that the
witching man had said that I was to get as close to Gramps as possible and
I only knew one way to get any closer than I was.

I ran downstairs buck naked and got the tin can of fatback grease Ellie
kept on the back of the stove and ran back upstairs with it. I remembered
that my brother and Boo always used grease or spit or something slick
before they buttfucked each other, and my brother had told me once that you
had to use something slick or your asshole would get torn up something
fierce.

I leaned over the side of grandpa's bed and scooped up a handful of the
sweet smelling grease and smoothed it on all over his big old
pecker. Gramps asked me what I thought I was doing and I told him that I
needed to get closer to him so he wouldn't hurt so much and this was the
only way I could figure out to get closer to him. Gramps pulled me up to
him and gave me a big ol' kiss, right on the lips and thanked me for being
such a good, thoughtful boy. I went back to greasing up his dick and Grampa
scooped a couple of fingers of the grease and started spreading it all
around my tight little pucker. I couldn't believe how good it felt to have
him touching me like that but when he started pushing grease up inside of
me and his big ol' finger just naturally slid up my poop chute and pronged
me inside I just about went nuts it felt so good. By the time I got Grandpa
greased up real good, he was real stiff between the legs and he had three
great big fingers spreading my hole wide open real gentle like. Grandpa
helped me get up on the bed astraddle of him, never taking his fingers out
of me the whole time. It felt really strange to be trying to climb and move
around with all that spreading my butt open, but it felt good. I squatted
and reached down between my legs and held grandpa's pole up until it
pointed right to were he had his fingers planted.

As I squatted down further Gramps let his fingers slide out of me real
gentle like and the whole nose of his peckerhead fit right into my still
open hole. I tried to sit down on it but it just wouldn't go in any
further.  Grandpa took hold of my hips and told me to take a really deep
breath and to push down like I wanted to take a crap really bad. I did just
like he told me to do and the air exploded out of me when Gramps pulled
down on my hips real hard and the fist that was pretending to be the head
of his dick popped inside of me. It felt like my eyes were going to pop out
of my head and my arms and legs stuck straight out, rigid as steel. A high
pitched squeal escaped from my throat and if Gramps hadn't been holding me
up I think I'd have passed out. Grampa was propped up on his pillows, so it
was pretty easy for him to lean forward and lick my back with that big,
broad old tongue of his while he held me up by my hips and told me what a
good boy I was. His tongue felt even better than his hand did when he was
rubbing my back after a spanking. I really wished that Grandpa had been
able to give me a good spanking to get me ready for this, but his hands
were too swollen and sore for anything like that.

Grandpa held me up like that until I quit twitching, and then lowered me
down the shaft until I started twitching again. Grandpa's boy poker got
wider and wider the closer I got to the base and I was rolling my head
around in circles, dizzy with the feelings Grampa was making inside of
me. I felt like the limp old rag doll my little sister played with. I was
just a toy for Gramps to play with to make himself feel better... and I
loved feeling like that. I was praying just like I was in church, only I
was praying for something really important. I was praying that Grandpa
would be able to get himself all the way up inside of me so that I could go
to heaven.

Grandpa kept licking my back and coating it with warm spit and telling me
how good I was doing and how wonderful I was making him feel and what a
good boy I was. I think he must have totally forgotten any pain he might
have had. After a while it didn't feel like I could get any more of him
inside of me and I started crying because I wanted him all the way inside
of me and I didn't think it was going to fit. Grandpa kept telling me it
would be okay and then he moved one hand down to support my butt with two
fingers on each side of where he had me shafted. His other hand came around
in front of me and grabbed hold of my stiff little love handle. He started
playing with my stiffie and before long I was trying to fuck his fist and
was begging him to make the good feeling get even better. The next thing I
knew Grandpa had both hands in front of me, playing with my cock and balls,
and I felt the head of Grandpa's cock push something open inside of me and
I slid right down that slick shaft until I was sitting on his lap with all
that springy hair cushioning my bottom. My eyes were rolling in my head and
I was dizzy like crazy. I felt like I had to take the worlds biggest shit
and I couldn't get hardly any air into my lungs. The opening into my guts
felt like it was going to rip in half and my insides were so stretched and
pushed out of shape that I just knew that something awful was going to
happen. My insides kept squeezing and pushing down like I was dumping a
load in the outhouse, but nothing came out. Through all of those feelings
came the awareness that I'd done it! I'd taken my Grandpa's big stick all
the way up inside of me and I wasn't a virgin any more. I wasn't certain if
Grampa had broken my cherry yet, but I did know that he'd at least dented
it and stretched it all out of shape!

I was starting to get a little bit panicky when I felt Grampa's arms go
around my ribs and pull me back against his chest and I knew that I wasn't
just a fuck for him, but that he loved me very much. He held me there,
constantly "Oooooh"ing and "Awhhhhhh"ing and telling me what a good boy,
what a wonderful boy, what a lovely boy I was and how good it felt to be
inside of me and how much he loved feeling me squeezing his happy old
pecker and how he wanted to do this all the time if I'd just let
him. Through all of this he held me close and let his breath warm the top
of my head and shoulders and kissed the top of my head over and over. Every
time he'd kiss the top of my head his hips would strain forward with the
effort of bending over and his cock would go just that little bit deeper
inside of me each time and that feeling kept me moaning and groaning and
wanting more. It was like sitting on Granpa's lap during a spanking... only
lots better!

I finally managed to get my feet under me again, right up alongside of
Grampa's hips. I pushed up, straining and whining from the feeling of that
big ol' thing trying to pull my guts inside out. It was like the suction
gave that cock a thousand little hands and every one was trying to hold
onto my insides to keep me from forcing my big invader out of my guts. I
whined and strained and slowly managed to push that thing outside of me. It
was as if I was taking the biggest dump of my life, shitting my whole
insides out --- and it felt wonderful. The relief of taking a big shit and
being rid of all that mess and unbelievable pleasure from the feeling of
that thing moving inside of me and flowing over all the nerves inside of me
and the feeling of it stretching and rubbing against the wonderfully
sensitive mouth of my anus.

In response, Grandpa swelled up even larger and got as hard as a sun-heated
rock. I could feel the twisty, gnarly old veins swelling up and making a
mixed up pattern of meanders around his cockshaft that rippled and pulled
at the velvet lining of my insides, especially right there in the tight
tube that was clenching and trying to close around my throbbing
invader. Gramps was whining and crying now too. Telling me that everything
would be okay and that I should calm down and not panic and that he'd take
care of me. He plead with me to not leave him like this, but made no effort
to stop me other than his increasingly desperate begging.

The head of Grampa's cock was now swollen up half again as big around as
the already huge shaft, I guess it was designed that way to keep his catch
from escaping off he hook he had them caught on. By pushing and groaning
and pure will power though I managed to stand the pain of it stretching my
channel much wider than any little boy was supposed to be stretched and I
finally pooped it out of my now excruciatingly sensitive hole. Now all that
remained inside of me was just the smallest rounded nuzzling nose right at
the end of the mighty shaft that was still glistening and shining with the
juices from inside of me.

With a deep sigh, I relaxed all the muscles in my legs and let all my body
weight rest on the jumbo sized piston sticking against my bottom. Slowly,
carefully, I opened up and relaxed my hole and finally sank down rapidly
over the rest of the nose with it's single eye trying to see the path
leading up inside of me, but my asshole started hurting when it hit the
sharp curve leading up to the broad rim with it's sensitive little knobby
places. My muscles clenched in an attempt to protect themselves and I ended
up just sitting there as if I were perched on my chair at the dining room
table. With a deep grunt, I managed to force Grandpa's distended cockhead
through my ring of muscle far enough that the head was completely inside of
me again and I had a major dry orgasm that made me twitch all over and
nearly pass out. As my eyes got cloudy I felt my weight push the head past
the second ring inside of me and no matter how hard I clenched my ass I
couldn't keep myself from slowly sliding down the slick shaft. Trying to
moan and hold my breath at the same time, I reached behind me and struggled
to grab hold of Grandpa's stomach and slow myself down even more, but he
was real slick with sweat and there wasn't any loose skin to grab hold of
in any case.

Eyes filling with tears, frantic to protect myself, I grabbed and clawed at
Grandpa's belly as my guts spasmed and twisted around the stake impaling me
and I cried out with a deepthroated moan that came from somewhere between
purgatory and ecstasy. I felt Grandpa's bush crush against my aching bottom
as his now iron hard rod punched something deep inside of me. My eyes
rolled up into my head and I seemed to be paralyzed as my little balls
sucked up into my body and for the first time ever I had a complete
orgasm. It started deep inside of me where Grandpa was pushing against all
my inside parts. The feeling quickly ripped through my body and my head
jerked back as my spine arched and my whole groin seemed to catch fire.

Luckily Grandpa's shoulder was right behind my head and gave me support so
that I didn't hurt myself. I grunted deep down inside, sitting right on top
of a feeling I'd never had before and not knowing what to do but knowing I
couldn't stay in the sudden agony I was experiencing. Gramps wrapped his
arms around me, supporting and protecting me in my vulnerable state. When
his fingers took hold of my boy-tits, squeezed and then twisted them ---
Well... I just plumb lost my mind. My cock throbbed in time with the
feeling in my chest and what felt like hot lava burned it's way up my
piss-tube and my first ever juice spurted out of me and splatted down on
Grandpa's leg. It was almost completely clear, and there wasn't much of it,
but it looked and felt like the most magnificent thing in the world to
me. That was my first real cum.

I went crazy. Twisting and turning, trying to make Grampa's make me cum
even more. I grabbed his hands and forced him to pinch my nipples even
harder and Grandpa responded by twisting and turning my supersensitive sex
dials. When he humped up into my bottom I went totally crazy, bouncing
around on his dick and yelling and grabbing him all over with my hands and
ass. Grandpa helped me ride the feeling out until I was laying there all
sweaty and exhausted, my cock and asshole still pulsing and pleasuring both
me and Gramps. I knew that Grandpa hadn't gotten the good feeling I'd just
had, and I wanted to give him the pleasure he'd just given me. Instead of
fucking me, or letting me fuck him with my boycunt, he rolled us over on
our sides and put his leg over my hip, holding me down as he "Shhhhh,
Shhhhh, Shhhhh'ed" in my ear and petted me until, unwillingly, I finally
drifted off to sleep.

I slept the sleep of angels that night, wrapped up in my Grandpa's strong
arms, held up against his warm body and holding him inside of me. I
half-way woke up several times during the night. Each time I'd
automatically wiggle my butt up against his groin to make sure of our
connection. Once I was sure he was as far up inside of me as possible, I'd
take a deep breath and let it out in a sigh that saw me off to sleep again.

Rosy gray glow shadowed Grandpa's bedroom window and barely painted the
white wall with flickers of light as the tree outside the window flicked
it's leaves to splatter light through the dusty window. Foggily, my eyes
dimly tracked the splotches of light on the wall. I felt warmly soft and
fuzzy and very content. Dimly I became aware of a full feeling in my guts
and, remembering the night before, I clenched my ass to make sure of what
was giving me the wonderful feeling of being so full. A contented smile
spread across my face as I realized that, not only was Granddad completely
hard again, but, no matter what Bill and Boo said about my being too young
to play sex games with them, I was no longer a virgin and now they'd just
have to play sex games with me. As I slowly woke up some more I became
aware that Grandpa wasn't asleep. Not only was the pecker that was laying
so heavy inside of me twitching, but there was a work roughened hand
slowly, gently exploring my skinny chest and playing with my sensitive
teats, his fingernail flicking each of my nipples in turn, the sensation
making me moan and tighten up around my Grandpa's rigid fuckstick.

I remembered that Grandpa had given me my first real orgasm the night
before, but that he hadn't reached the top, choosing to protect me and let
me rest after my earth shaking experience. Smiling into the pillow I shared
with Grandpa, I made up my mind that this morning, I was going to take care
of him. Slowly, still in the muzzy part of waking up, I started working my
hips so that my hole and all my insides were stimulating, feeling, exciting
all that meat that Grandpa had so considerately kept inside of me all
night. I knew that he must have to pee at least as badly as I did, but
somehow, that pressure just made getting fucked feel even better. I just
hoped that it felt really good for grandpa as well.

Moaning, Grandpa tightened his arms around me and his quiet voice rumbled
behind me, "Don't do that, Boy. You're making me too horny!"

"I want to do this, Grandpa. I want you to fuck me this morning. I need you
to squirt your stuff inside of me, Grandpa." I knew that I was just barely
mumbling into the pillow, but I also knew from Grandpa's reaction that he
heard every word I said.

"Aren't you too sore for this?"

"No, Grandpa. It feels really good!" I mumbled happily.

Without moving his leg from where he had it draped over my hips, Grandpa
started moving his hips in a wonderfully masculine way and for a long,
wonderful time we lay there like that, with me experimenting on how I could
grab Grandpa with my insides and how I could move around to please
him. Grandpa slowly and carefully fucked me for the longest time. Being
super gentle and talking to me the whole time. Telling me what a good boy I
was and what a wonderful fuck I was and how good I was making him feel. He
was making me feel so good that I kept dozing off only to fog back to
awareness minutes later feeling better and better each time this
happened. Grandpa was kissing the top of my head and licking the holes in
my ears and sucking on my earlobes and he kept nibbling on the back of my
neck. No matter what he did, I just kept feeling better and better. Grandpa
was teaching his grandson to love fucking with all the experience he'd
picked up in deflowering all of his children, boys and girls alike, as well
lots of other folks kids who had been sent to work for him, mostly so he
could take them into his bed and teach them what he was now teaching me.

And I loved the lessons. Grandpa and I had always been especially close and
he kept telling me how special this was for him and I already knew how
special it was for me. We started getting pretty sweaty under the covers as
we worked more and more purposefully against each other, his leg slipping
and sliding across my hip as he lengthened his strokes and started fucking
more strongly instead of the slow, almost casual pace we'd kept up until
now. Not only was I excited about making Grandpa feel so good, he wasn't
talking any more, just moaning and groaning and biting at my neck, but my
insides were getting close to that place where I was the night before that
made me cum so wonderfully.

Three suddenly fast and hard strokes and Grandpa clutched me to him, one
hand wrapped around my chest while the other hand grabbed my crotch and
pushed my butt up against him as his hips lurched forward and I felt him
swell up so big I really thought my asshole was tearing from the
pressure. That was okay with me though, because at the same time I could
feel Grandpa pulse inside of me and suddenly a warm, splattering feeling
made me know that Grandpa was shooting his manseed all up inside of me. I
felt wonderful knowing that I'd helped my Grandpa reach climax inside of
me, but I was so close to coming myself that I twisted and turned and
bucked up against Grandpa's grasping hand, trying desperately to make it
over the top of the hill where I could just see those wonderful feelings
waiting for me.

As Grandpa was straining up against my butt to empty the last of his juice
into me, I started to cry in frustration. I had come so close, and yet
couldn't get over the edge into that wonderful place that Grandpa had
helped me reach the night before. I wondered if that was how it had felt to
Grandpa the night before and I made up my mind to be as considerate to him
as he had been to me.

Grandpa shuddered all over and seemed to come back from wherever he'd
been. He started kissing me and telling me how wonderful that had been for
him. I tried to keep my face turned away from him, but he noticed my tears
anyway.

"Oh, Baby. Did I hurt you bad?" he said, trying to lick my tears away.

I pulled away from him and shook my head, "No" and tried to bury my head in
the pillow.

Grandpa wasn't having any of that though, and pulled my face around towards
him again. "What's the matter then, Jimmy baby my good boy? What's the
matter?"

I couldn't think of anything to say and just pointed down to my now blotchy
purple colored erection and burst out into a fresh spate of tears.

His voice full of concern, Grandpa gently reached down and touched my
aching pecker. "Oh, Baby. You were ready to cum and couldn't quite make it
with your old Grandpa. That's the problem, isn't it!"

I nodded my head "Yes" and started crying even harder in frustration and
even more from the embarrassment of not being as good about it to Grandpa
as he'd been to me.

"Oh, Baby! Don't worry about that! Grandpa's got just what you need. Do you
want Grandpa to give it to you?"

Trying to grind the tears out of my eyes with both fists, I nodded my head
emphatically "YES!".

Grandpa grinned and kissed my tearstained face. "Okay, Baby. Here it comes,
your present from Grandpa for being such a good boy."

He reached up and pulled the other pillow down along side of me. He rolled
us over and adjusted us until I was laying on my belly with my hips over
the pillow so that my butt, with grandpa still lodged firmly all the way up
inside of it, was sticking up in the air, totally exposed to whatever
Grandpa wanted to do.

Now, you may have noticed that my family tends to start having babies sort
of early on in their lives. Grandpa was only thirteen when he got Grandma
pregnant with Daddy (and Daddy was their second boy) and I already told you
that Daddy was only Fourteen when Bill was born. So, what with two of my
sisters coming between Bill and me, Grandpa was just forty years old his
last birthday. So, his body was hard and smooth and young feeling when he
laid down on top of me, letting all of his weight push me down into the
feather mattress as he wiggled his hips around to adjust himself and push
up even further inside of me. "Is this okay, Baby? I'm not too heavy for
you, am I?"

I thought about it for a minute. Having grandpa laying on top of me seemed
to me to be the most wonderful feeling I'd ever felt. I loved having him on
top of me, making me feel all warm and protected and loved. I was just
wonderful knowing that I could support his weight without any trouble at
all. I had to breath a little stronger is all, and even that made me feel
even better. I moaned and rolled my head to the side, out of the smell of
Grandpa's body in the feather mattress and into Grandpa's fresh man
scent. I finished thinking and grinned, smiling up at the most bestest man
in the whole world, my Grandpa! "Yes, Grandpa. It feels wonderful having
you lay on me like this!"

"Good! Let's see how you like this then..."

Saying that, Grandpa used his knees to push my legs apart until I was
spread out like a frog with Grandpa right up against my split wide-open
butt. Settling down on top of me again, Grandpa hunched his hips into my
butt and scooched himself up further onto my back. His pecker was so far up
inside of me that I could feel it pushing against my heart. I felt so good
laying underneath of my Gramps like this that I couldn't keep a deep-seated
moan from leaking out of me.

Licking across the side of my face, Grandpa asked me, "Do you like this
then."

Eagerly, enthusiastically, I nodded my head up and down and tried to keep
from moaning as he licked across my face again.

"You're going to love this then!!!"

Without another word, in one long, slow steady movement, Grandpa pulled his
long cock out of me, slithering and sliding out of the hole he'd spent the
night in, the feeling making me suck in air until he was completely outside
of me. Holding my breath and straining upwards towards the missing cock, my
mind spun and the streatched-out lips of my asshole kept pulsing, trying to
find the missing meat, not believing that Grandpa would pull out and leave
me feeling like this, needing him inside of me so bad that my whole body
grieved for him. Before my hole could close up, Grandpa thrust back up
inside of me all the way, or maybe even further than he'd ever reached
before. I couldn't believe how wonderful I felt. Being suddenly filled back
up with Granpa's wonderful boy-pleaser as I felt Grandpa plunge through my
hole and slide up all the way inside of me and all it did was feel good. I
couldn't believe that I could take him like that, but I was, and we were
fantastic. The air burst out of me and I started begging. "Yes, Grandpa. Do
that to me again, Grandpa. Fuck me, Grandpa. Please! Fuck me Grandpa!"

Laughing, Grandpa teased me, asking in a puzzled, almost bored voice, "You
liked that then?"

I nodded my head "Yes" vigorously.

Still laughing, Grandpa asked me, "Do you want some more of that then?"

Nodding even more rapidly and clenching with my tight boy-hole, I pleaded,
"Yes, Grandpa! Oh, Please, Grandpa, Please do that some more for me,
Grandpa."

"Okay....!!! But... Remember, you asked for it... And here it
comes....!!!!"

With that Grandpa hunkered down over my back, locking his chin over the top
of my head to help the weight of his body hold me in place as he shifted
gears. Immediately he started giving my ass it's first real, man-to-man,
straight out, down and dirty, hot and hard butt fucking. He started
pounding my ass with a mixture of long and short, hard and soft, gentle and
rough, quick and agonizingly slow strokes that made me totally aware of
every sensation in my body and started me cumming onto the pillow within
three strokes. Time after time Grandpa made me cum, only the first couple
of times did I release any fluid, but now that I knew what it was supposed
to feel like, all the others felt just as good. Grandpa fucked me and
fucked me and fucked me until I was delirious with pleasure... cumming with
electric jolts that started deep inside of me and sent shockwaves of
pleasure all through my twitching, eager body... and then he fucked me some
more. The whole world was perfect! I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt
having Gramps on my back tearing my ass up. At first I tried to fuck back
at him as good as he was fucking me, but he was so powerful and so much in
charge that I just couldn't keep up and just took whatever he was willing
to dish out by submissively lifting my ass and offering it to him without
reservation. And he was willing to dish out all I could handle, and maybe
just a little bit more. This was better than any spanking Grandpa or anyone
else had ever given me and, somehow, I wanted to make sure that Grandpa did
this some more, as often as possible.

He finally bit into the side of my neck and went all rigid on top of me. I
could feel him pulsing and squirting inside of me agaim and that drove me
to the most powerful orgasm I'd had yet. At the end my head was spinning
and my eyes were clouding up and I just barely noticed that the sun was
full up and shining through the window before I passed out. Granddad had
been fucking me for at least three hours and the asshole of this little boy
was pretty much worn out!

When I woke back up it was past noon and Grandpa had us laying on our sides
again, with him still up inside of me. I felt really full and when I
reached up and touched my belly it felt as tight as the drumhead I'd seen
down at the barn dance one time. The full feeling was more than I'd ever
felt before and I moaned with the strange feelings of pleasure that seemed
to wash over my body. Gramps kissed the top of my head again.

"Sorry, Champ. I had to pee real bad, but you wouldn't let go of me."

I was full of Grandpa's pee! Now I recognized the feeling from the year
before when I was sick and mama had to give me an enema. I adjusted my
position and it suddenly felt as if everything inside of me was trying to
escape. I moaned and clenched my ass really hard, trying to avoid making a
mess in the bed.

"You need to go to the bathroom?"

I energetically nodded "YES!" and grabbed hold of my limp little pecker to
keep from peeing and tried to reach around behind me at the same time to
try and keep my ass from leaking. Grandpa laughed a little at my
predicament, but not in a mean way, just because I looked so funny and was
so helpless, laying there all bloated up with a big adult cock stuck up my
ass and my hand squeezing my pecker in a desperate attempt to keep from
wetting the bed like a little kid. Grandpa scooped me up in his arms and
carried me out of the bedroom, his cock still firmly up my ass. It felt so
great, being held like tat, the weight of my legs squeezing the thick cock
stuck up my butt as it wedged my legs apart and kept them flopping in the
air as the walking motion caused the thick butt blugging meat to saw in and
out of my tenderized ass ond bloated guts.

Grandpa still liked to use the outhouse, but he'd put in a real bathroom
when grandma was so sick before she died. I'd heard about it before, but
when Grandpa carried me in there, it was my first time in a fancy
bathroom. Gramps carried me over to where a fancy painted toilet seat sat
all alone on top of a shiny white stone. He sat down on the back of the
seat and let me slide down in front of him. As soon as my bottom touched
the cold white seat, Grandpa's pecker slithered out of me and it sounded
like someone had pointed a garden hose into the bowl I was sitting
over. Grandpa reached in front of me and pushed my stiff little dick down
between my legs and pointed it into the toilet and I started cumming
immediately. My guts kept emptying into the toilet in a rush and I started
spurting cum and pee right on top of it. I had no control over my insides
at all and if Gramps hadn't held onto me I'd have probably fallen onto the
floor, still spurting from both sides.

Granpa sat behind me the whole time I was emptying myself, rubbing my tummy
to help with the cramps and telling me what a good boy I was and how
wonderful I'd made him feel. Grandpa jokingly asked me if I wanted another
fuck and I leaned my head up to him for a kiss and told him that any time
he wanted to fuck me, my asshole was his, all he had to do was ask. Grandpa
gave me a big hug and kissed the top of my head and I knew that he would be
after my bottom again --- I just didn't know how soon.

When I was done Grandpa tried to wipe my bottom for me, but it was real
tender and it sort of hurt. Grandpa asked me if I wanted to take a shower
and clean up that way and I asked him what a shower was. He said it was
like taking a bath. Now, to my way of thinking, taking a bath was silly. A
waste of time and effort. Getting out the wash tub. Heating water. Standing
there in the cold waiting for my turn in the already dirty, cooled down
soapy water. Hell, It was lots easier just to go down to the crick and swim
buck-assed naked for a while --- and I ended up a lot cleaner
anyways. Didn't matter what I thought though. Mama made us all take a bath
on Saturday night so's that we'd be clean for church on Sunday.

"That's an awful lot of trouble, ain't it Grandpa?" I said, hoping to skip
any sort of bath.

Naw. It ain't no trouble ata'll ya little booger. You boys'll do jest about
anythin' to avoid a bath. Won't cha!"

Ruefully, I nodded and Gramps just laughed and carried me into this little
glass walled room in the corner of the bathroom. When Gramps closed the
glass door we were in a room maybe six by eight feet with two white tile
walls and two glass walls and a white tile floor surrounded by a curb about
six inches high. It was pretty neat, but didn't make much sense to me.

"You been keeping that boiler stoked up for Ellie like I told you too?"

"Yes, Grandpa." I assured him. "I filled up the bin last night before I
brought your dinner upstairs." Grandpa had put in a big old water boiler
that automatically fed cut firewood to the fire as it was needed. It was
pretty neat to watch it work, but, being used to heating water on the
stove, I thought that was sure a lot of hot water.

Grandpa fiddled with a couple of knobs on the wall and in no time at all
there were streams of steamy hot water spraying out of a nozzle thing up on
the wall. At first it scared the hell out of me and I almost started
crying. But I saw Gramps enjoying the spray and when he pulled me into the
spray with him and started soaping up my body with some really nice
smelling soap, not like mama's homemade soap at all, well, I decided right
then and there that if a person had to take a bath, THIS was the way to do
it!

I got plumb giddy and acted just like a little kid once I figured out what
that shower was all about. I was jumping around and laughing and yelling
and playing in the water fit to beat the devil. Grandpa warned me a couple
of times to calm down or I was going to slip on the slick floor and hurt
myself. Sure enough, he no more that said it a second time when down I
went.  Grandpa helped me up and made sure I wasn't really hurt. Then he
gave me five or six really good ones across my wet butt and told me to pay
attention to him next time.  Those swats sure stung on my wet behind, but
that was okay, I liked the shower anyway.

Gramps soaped me up all over again and then rinsed me off, even holding me
up so he could get the streams of water to wash out my buttcrack real
good. That felt weird and tickled like crazy and I started laughing and
couldn't stop. Grandpa soaped me up all over again, using his fingertips on
all my tickley places, which really didn't help get my laughing fit under
control at all. Grandpa washed my butt really, really good, and when his
finger started pushing inside of me and greasing me up with the nice
smelling soap I scooped some soap off of my body and started slicking up
Grandpa's sticking out part, which started sticking out further and further
real quick like.

When Grandpa got his finger all the way up inside of me I took hold of his
hand and helped him get a second finger right up in there with the first
one. Grandpa smiled down at me and asked me, if I wasn't too sore, did I
want to get fucked again. My answer was a big grin and an eager nodding of
my head up and down. My butt didn't hurt at all any more, it just wanted
Grandpa to keep making it feel good.

Grandpa got me down on the tile floor on my hands and knees and got down
over me like a dog covering a bitch. It wasn't too long at all before he
had poked all the way up inside of me and was giving my butt just the
treatment it needed. Grandpa was doing a wonderful job on me, but that hard
tile floor was making my knees hurt. I asked Gramps to stop for a
second. As soon as he did I slipped myself off of his slurpy old dick and
flipped over onto my back with my arms and legs up in the air. Gramps
grinned and started to lay down on top of me but I put my hand against his
chest and stopped him. I had no intentions of letting him pound my back
into that hard floor the way he'd been doing my knees. If Grandpa wanted to
lay down on top of me the he could by golly he could take me to his bed.

I reached up and wrapped my bony arms around Grandpa's powerful chest and
then reached up with my long, skinny legs and wrapped them around his
waist, hoisting myself up until I was hanging under his belly just like the
baby monkey I'd seen in the National Geographic. Grandpa got the idea right
away and grinned at me as he reached under himself and flexed his pecker
until he found my hole and pushed back up inside of me. We figured out a
whole bunch of things to do in that position and Grandpa sure gave me a
good working over. About the time Grandpa finally put his sperm inside of
me again I was in a blissful fog and stayed there as Grandpa washed my butt
clean again and dried me off. It was like I knew what Grandpa was doing,
but I just didn't want to come back from the wonderful place I was in.

I started coming back when I felt Grandpa lay me down in his bed and then
crawl in under the covers with me. He slipped right back up inside of me
just like a hot knife through warm butter and sighed with pleasure as he
sunk home. I just sighed too and hoped that Grandpa and me could do this
forever and forever.

That was not to be however. When Grandpa wrapped his arms back around me he
ran his hand over my tummy. As soon as he did that my belly growled just
like a mean old tiger or something like that. We both laughed and then
Grandpa asked if I wasn't ever going to get him some breakfast, or did I
just want to lie here like a lazy bum with his cock up my ass as he starved
to death and what was I going to say to the doctor and the preacher man
when they showed up and wanted to know why I'd fucked my Grandpa to
death. It didn't take Grandpa very long to have me all flustered and
confused; Yes, I wanted to get him breakfast; No, I didn't want him to take
his cock out of my ass; Yes, I wanted him to fuck me again; No, I did NOT
want to have to explain ANYTHING to the doctor or the preacher man; Yes,
I...; No, I... I... I....  Grandpa had me spinning in circles and I didn't
know whether to shit, piss, or go blind --- like my Daddy said.

Laughing at my confusion, Grandpa lifted me off of his dick and out of the
bed and set my feet down on the floor and told me that the quicker I got
him fed, the quicker I could get back in bed. He yelled "Whoa" to me as I
was headed out the door and then asked me if I wasn't going to get dressed
or did I want my Grandma to see me naked like that. Now, my Daddy's sister
had seen me naked plenty of times, but it didn't seem right to go
downstairs buck naked, I guessed. I got my shorts and underpants from the
chair and had my underpants about up to my knees when Grandpa said, "Hang
on there a second partner," as he climbed out of bed.

Looking me over, he asked, "How's your butt feel, Champ?"

I reached back and touched myself, but couldn't figure out how to describe
how my behind felt.

"Sort of loose?" Gramps asked.

I nodded my head "Yes". That was just how my behind felt. Loose, like I
couldn't hold nothing in there if it wanted to come out. Just thinking
about what might happen started worrying me.

"Got just what you need," Gramps said, walking over to his dresser of
drawers. He pulled a pink, rubbery looking thing out of the second drawer
and greased it up with some of that pig fat. He bent me over a little and
reached behind me and the next thing I knew he was sticking that pink thing
into my butt. It was kinda cold, not warm like Grandpa's fingers and dick,
and as it went in it just kept getting bigger and bigger and bigger until
finally I thought it was going to rip my hole apart. Then, all of a sudden,
the fat pear-shaped part was inside of me and my hole clamped down on the
skinny part behind the big bulb. The handle part was still outside of my
butt and the way my butt was clenched up the darn thing was locked in place
and there wasn't much I could do about it.

"How's that feel?" Grandpa asked.

I thought for a minute and wiggled around trying to get that thing settled
down inside of me, but then I just sort of looked up at Gramps like, "How's
it supposed to feel?"

Grandpa smiled. "That plug used to be your Daddy's. My daddy got it for him
from the city and I used to put it in him when he got too loose."

Amazed, thinking, I guess, that I was the first one Grandpa had ever had
sex with, I blurted out, "Did you used to fuck Daddy and make him loose
too?"

Grampa laughed. "Yeah. Me and his older brother and my Daddy and some
cousin's from out that way and some of his school buddy's from
town. Sometimes your Daddy got more dick than a French whore in a fifty
cent bawdy-house. He'd get all loose and then he'd come to me to put his
butt-plug in for him. I always kept it in that drawer for him so he'd know
where it was.

Right then I started plotting how I could get as much dick as my daddy
had. Wondering who I could get to fuck me and did Great-Granddad need any
help with his rumatiz. Sure seemed to me like just one night inside of me
sure helped Gramps out a lot. But who I really wanted was Bill and Boo. I
wanted them worse than anything!

Grampa pulled up my underpants and made sure they fit good, front and
back. Then he tossed my shorts back onto the chair and told me that
underpants were enough and that I looked real good in them. I smiled and he
patted me on the butt and sent me downstairs to get him some breakfast.



Chapter 2

A Thinly Veiled Secret



Going down stairs with that buttplug thing inside of me was a pretty
amazing experience. It rolled around and moved inside of me as I walked and
going down stairs was amazing. The first step I took down was awkward, but
I almost passed out from the wave of pleasure that passed through me. The
rest of the way down the staircase was one long experiment in
self-titillation. Learning how to move that butt plug around inside of
me. Discovering a whole range of new feelings that trying to walk with that
thing stuck up my butt brought on. I tried walking back up the stairs
backwards which brought on such strong sensations that I tried a few more
steps back up going forward. I decided that carrying the full breakfast
tray back upstairs, which meant that my hands would not be able to hold
onto the bannister, was going to be a real experience.  I scampered down
the last few steps, but had to lean against the wall at the bottom as my
head spun and my butt sent electric shocks all over my body.

Full of energy and spunk, if a little straddle legged, I sashayed into the
kitchen like I owned the place. Ellie took one look at me and started
laughing. Confused, taken aback, I frowned and looked down to see what was
so damn funny. There was my pecker, sticking out of my undershorts, as hard
and red as a boys pecker can get. I blushed bright red, but Grandma just
laughed and gave me a big hug.

"Your grandpa been giving you man lessons?" She asked.

Still red-faced from embarrassment, I nodded bashfully.

"Don't you worry about it! Grandpa teaches all his boys about that
stuff. Come on over here."

Real casual like, Grandma talked to me about how to take care of myself and
told me about being careful of people who weren't family as she pulled down
my underdrawers and put me across her lap.

"I see he's letting you use your Daddy's plug."

"Yes'um."

"Good. Your Daddy will be proud of you for taking it so good."

She gently pulled the plug out of me and checked my bottom for any damage,
talking about how that old man sometimes forgot how big he was. I tried to
defend Grandpa but she just laughed and slipped the plug back up inside
me. I grunted as it fitted back into position. Grandma swatted my bottom
with a laugh and set me back on my feet and pulled my undershorts back up
for me. Getting up and turning me towards the door, she patted my behind
and told me to go get her some firewood and water. I made sure that the
boiler woodbox was full, just in case Grandpa might want to take another
shower. In fact, I plotted how to get Grandpa back into the shower, cuz I
sure as heck liked what happened in there.

I filled up Grandma's woodbox from the outside, making sure to stack it
neat so she wouldn't have any trouble using the firewood. Then I pumped two
buckets full of fresh water and lugged them inside. Grandma helped me set
them up on the counter and then opened the inside door of the firewood
box. She saw how neatly I'd stacked the wood. "My! Don't you do good work
though. I think that deserves a special reward!" Reaching into her cookie
jar she pulled out two of the great big chocolate chip cookies that she
knew I liked so much and put them on the breakfast tray. "You tell your
Grandpa that those cookies are yours and that he can only have some if he
asks you real nice." I took the tray from her and started to carry it
upstairs. "And don't you boys eat those cookies in bed. I have to clean
crumbs out of that bed and I'm going to blister both of your bottoms." Now,
Ellie was real small, even for a female, but NOBODY in the family teased
her too far cuz she'd go off like a stick of dynamite. And she could beat
up all her brothers, no matter that they were all at least twice her
size. I grinned and scampered out of the kitchen.

"You be careful of that tray. I ain't making no more if you drop that!" was
her parting shot. I did slow down, but mostly to feel how that plug was
making my behind feel as I tightened up my muscles to hold that heavy tray
in front of me. I looked over the tray and not only were there my cookies,
but ham and grits and fried eggs and potatoes and some of them little bitty
flapjacks Ellie liked to make. Buttermilk and toasted homemade bread and
preserves and... well, just everything, including, I noticed, another can
of grease. I blushed, but grinned when I realized that Grandma was pretty
sure I was going to get my butt poked again, and I really liked that idea.

Like I thought, going up those stairs, spread-legged and carrying that
heavy weight was a real experience. One I wanted to repeat as often as
possible. By time I got into the bedroom I was walking bowlegged and my
forehead and upper lip were dripping sweat. Grandpa took the tray from me
and set it on the bedside table. Looking me over, he grinned and asked,
"You like that buttplug?"

Turning red with embarrassment again, I none-the-less admitted that I
really did like that buttplug.

Grandpa grinned. "Good! Your daddy will be happy to know that you like it
as much as he did." Granddad was sitting up with the pillows against the
headboard. He pulled down the covers and invited me to sit in his lap. I
shucked off my underpants and climbed up astraddle of him and he looked
over the breakfast tray and, pointing to his pecker, handed me the can of
grease. Eagerly, I greased up Grandpa's eager cock. When I had it ready
grandpa pulled the buttplug free of my bottom and sat me back down on his
lap in a way that made sure I couldn't get away very easy. Grandpa just sat
there and let me feed him, which I enjoyed very much, especially the part
where I had to bend over to get stuff off the tray which made me move
around a lot on the peg holding me in place. Grandpa talked to me about
stuff he thought I needed to know and rubbed my legs and played with my
little dink while I fed the two of us.

We got down to the end and Grandpa looked the tray over again. "I see we
got us some of Ellie's cookies for desert."

"Grandma gave me them cookies!" I said. "She gave them to me and said that
I didn't have to share them if I didn't want too."

Grandpa pretended to pout and, holding onto my butt to keep me in place,
scooted back down into the bed until he was laying down flat under the
covers again. Holding me down to his belly and pushing his big ol' thing up
inside me with every word, he said,
"Pretty... please... with... sugar... on... it.... Can... I... have... a... bite... of... your... cookie...?"

Laughing, and giggling, I pretended to think about it and said, wiggling my
butt with every word,
"Well... I... don't... know.... Are... you... going... to... be... a... good... boy...?"

Teasing each other like that, talking and giggling and playing around, we
lay there belly to belly and enjoyed ourselves as Grandpa rubbed my back
and butt as I fed both cookies, bit by bit, to us and we got crumbs all
over the bed. When we were done, Grandpa asked me if I'd thought to put
wood in the water boiler and I grinned and told him I'd filled it up right
to the top. Granpa laughed and slapped my bottom and asked me if I wanted
to take another shower. I whooped for joy and threw the covers off of us. I
was so happy. Grandpa seemed to be feeling lots better and I was really
enjoying myself. I just sort of wished that my brother and Daddy and Boo
could be there to see what a good boy I was being --- and maybe join in on
the fun.

Grandpa got better and better and I spent the rest of the week with
him. Most of the time I had either granpa or that buttplug in my behind and
Grandpa told me that I was the most natural little cunt-boy in the whole
family. He asked me if I was interested in girls yet and I said, "No." When
he asked me if I was interested in boys I admitted that I was, and that I
was especially horny for my brother and Boo. Grandpa said that was okay,
that I might be one of those men who only loved other men, and it was about
time the family had another one of those since we hadn't had one since my
Uncle Darryl Dean had been killed by that falling tree. I remembered how
upset all the men had been when they buried Uncle Darryl Dean and wondered
if it was because they all loved him. Grandpa said that was so, but that I
wasn't to make up my mind yet cuz I was too young to know if I liked girls
or not.

At the end of the week my Daddy came to take me home. Grandpa was feeling
just fine and he and I and Daddy had a real good time until Daddy finally
carried me off on his hip towards home.



Chapter 3

Daddy Cums for Me



Grandpa had me on my belly again and was working my ass over fast and
furious. I swear he was one step away from getting steam to pour out of my
stretched out chute. I was enjoying the hell out of his attack when I heard
a voice behind us...

"You don't look very sick to me you old faker!"

I turned my head and looked up in surprise, "DADDY!"

"Hi, Son." Grandpa said, not slowing down his fucking at all, "This boy of
yours has me feeling lots better!"

"I can see!"

"Well, don't just stand there gaping boy. Shuck them clothes and come give
both of us a kiss."

I couldn't believe it but my Dad hurriedly got out of his shirt and boots
and overalls and jumped on the bed with us, bouncing us all around until he
got up on Grandpa's back and twisted down to give him a big old
kiss. Grandpa kissed him back just as hard but reached up and swatted his
bottom with a loud "Smack!" and told Daddy to mind his manners. Daddy just
laughed and slid off of Grandpa's back. He grabbed my head and filled my
mouth with his tongue, giving me the most passionate kiss I'd ever had. I
tried to kiss him back just as good as he was kissing me and my butthole
was twisting and pulling and damn near ripped Grandpa's dick clean off
according to him. Grandpa grunted and started cumming inside of me and
Daddy laughed and teased his Daddy about not being able to handle a little
boys behind any better than that. Grandpa Climbed off of me and said,
"Let's see you do any better!"

I just about passed out. My Daddy! My real for truly Daddy was climbing up
on my back and was going to cornhole me. As soon as his dick touched me
back there I started cumming and didn't stop for over an hour as the two
men took turns showing me their best moves and trying to get me to say that
one or the other was the best. I loved my Grandpa and didn't want to hurt
his feelings, but I guess a boy always has a special place in his heart for
his Daddy. And when my Daddy got me down on my back and filled my mouth
with his tongue just as full as his cock was filling my ass, well, I was
one boy with no plans on going anywhere who was fighting to keep from
passing out. Daddy taught me why Mama would get to yelling so loud when he
was bouncing her around on their old four-poster bed. I was yelling too,
but not much came out the way I was sucking on Daddy's tongue.

Daddy and Grandpa started taking turns holding me and kissing me so that
the other one could totally concentrate on fucking my ass. I tried a couple
of times to get both of them inside of me at the same time, but they just
wouldn't fit. Daddy told me that was okay, but if I really wanted to take
on both of them at the same time to let him know later and that he would
help me get ready so I could do that.  I tried to thank Daddy by rolling
him over on his back so I could ride his dick like I was a Pony Express
rider in a rush. Grandpa laughed and said that I was going have to learn
how to fuck someone, that I was supposed to do it with my tally-whacker,
and not with my boy-chute. Then Grandpa pulled me off of Daddy's big, fat
ol' dick and poked up inside of me his own fine self.

Grandpa told Daddy to roll over and Daddy did, right away. Grandpa laid me
down on Daddy's back between him and Daddy. Daddy spread his legs and
Gramps wiggled me around until my thingie just sort of slid right into my
Daddy's poop chute. I just near passed out, but Daddy was humping and
moaning and Grandpa was doing the same and I got sort of crazy, trying to
fuck Daddy with my little dick and Grandpa with my tight ass at the same
time. Both men started laughing as I worked myself into a frenzy, but
neither of them was being mean and both of them were doing their best to
help me screw them.

I finally came so many times that I just couldn't feel anything any
more. Daddy crawled out from under me and laid me down on Grandpa's back
and helped me get inside of him for the very first time. I settled down
into position and then looked at Daddy over my shoulder and grinned at
him. Well... Daddy's momma didn't raise no fools and Daddy grinned back and
straightaway climbed onto my back and slid that big ol' dick of his deep up
inside of me. Daddy laid all his weight on me, just like he knew I was man
enough to take it, and slowly screwed me while he and Gramps talked to me
about man stuff.

It was a long time before Gramps and Daddy took me into the shower and then
got me dressed to go home. Daddy and Grandpa agreed that I would spend two
nights a week in Grandpa's bed to help keep the rumatiz away And I gave
Grandpa and Grandma each a big kiss before Daddy put me up and his hip
until we got to the smooth part of the path and then he lead me by the hand
through the woods towards home.



Chapter 4

The Woodsman



There was something special about walking under them big, dark, dank
smelling trees; my hand held warm and firm in my Daddy's strong grip;
smelling the wonderful smell of my father and remembering how good he could
make me feel --- and hoping that he'd make me feel good like that again ---
soon!

Daddy stopped. Right in the middle of the trail. I took a couple more steps
before the jerk on my arm snapped me out of my daydream.  It was suddenly
dark in front of me. Spooky dark. I looked up and there was a man, a BIG
man in front of me. Dressed in dark homespun, he looked as big as one of
the massive old oak trees around us. And he shaded the sun even more that
one of the forest giants. Startled, I dropped my Daddy's hand and darted
behind him for safety. Timidly, I peeked out around Daddy, keeping as much
of me behind him as possible. Even from behind my Daddy that man looked
bigger than any person that I'd ever even heard about. My Daddy said,
"Howdy" and the big man just nodded and then pointed at me.

I ducked back behind Daddy, but he pulled me out and held me where that
great bear of a man could see me. "This here's my son, Jimmy." My Daddy
said. Squeezing my shoulder to let me know he was talking to me, Daddy
said, "Jimmy. This is my older brother. You're named after him. Say,
'Howdy'."

I shyly looked way, way up at the mans bearded face and, just barely loudly
enough to hear, said, "Howdy, Mr. Jimmy." Looking over my shoulder at my
Daddy, I asked, "Is he really my Uncle? Am I really named for him?"

The man put out his hand to me, real gentle like, and my Daddy said. "Your
Uncle Jimmy protected me from some bad guys from Claymore County. He saved
my life, but one of them guys hit him over the head with a crowbar and he
ain't been quite bright since. He's real nice, and awful gentle though and
I think now that your Grandpa and me done showed you how to be a man,
well... I think your Uncle Jimmy would like to get to know you a little
better since you ain't just a kid no more."

I looked up at my Daddy and he stroked my hair. "It's okay, Son. You don't
have to go with him if you don't want to, but I'd sure be proud if you
would."

That's all I needed to hear. Not only did my Daddy trust his brother, but
I'd make him proud of me if I acted like a man, even if we all knew that I
was really still a boy. I reached my hand out and Uncle Jimmy took it into
that huge paw of his and my hand liked to disappear entirely. It kind of
surprised me though. I could tell that my Uncle was probably the strongest
man I'd ever heard of, but I'd never had anyone hold my hand so gentle, not
even my Mama.

Daddy said, "You take care of my boy now, Jimmy."

Uncle Jimmy lifted his other arm and Daddy just moved right up against him
and they hugged each other so hard I could hear bones creaking. Daddy took
his head off of Uncle Jimmy's shoulder and I could see tears glinting in
his eyes. "I love you, Big Brother."

Kind of slurred, like his tongue was stuck or something, but clear enough
to know what he was saying, Uncle Jimmy said, "Love you." And my Daddy
kissed him --- right on the lips. I knew right then that I didn't have to
worry about Uncle Jimmy none at all. Just as quiet as a mouse on a stone
floor in a kitchen full of sleeping cats, Uncle Jimmy turned and started
walking away. I walked alongside of him, but turned my head and waved
good-by to my Daddy. He waved back and blew me a kiss. I smiled and started
watching where I was going and trying to walk as quietly as my Uncle
Jimmy. I kinda sounded like a herd of wild cows next to him but he never
shushed me or nothing. I was having trouble keeping up with his long
strides and when we started up the hill I started stumbling and couldn't
hardly keep up. Without missing a step, he bent down and scooped me up like
I didn't weigh no more than a little old bag of goose down. I felt about as
useless as a sidesaddle on a boar hog (heard that one from my cousin today
and just had to work it in here somehow) but I guess all the exercise Daddy
and Grandpa gave me sort of wore me out because pretty soon I was sound
asleep, cuddled up against all that warm muscle just as comfortable as if I
was in my own bed at home, his arm under my butt and my legs dangling and
thumping up against him with the rhythm of his walking.

I woke up later with Uncle Jimmy just sitting patiently on an old tree
stump like he'd set there til the forest fell down rather than wake me
up. I yawned and looked up and just about jumped clean off of my Uncle
Jimmy. Not four inches away from my nose a six point buck was looking right
into my eyes. He jerked his head back and pricked his ears up when I did
that, but didn't try to run away at all. I was staring at him in amazement,
I'd never seen a deer so close before, when a raucous "Caw" shattered the
peace and twisted my head around to face the biggest old raven I'd ever
seen, just sitting on Uncle Jimmy's shoulder like he'd been born there. I
looked at Uncle Jimmy real confused like and he just grinned and said,
"'Wake?".  I nodded 'Yes' and he set me down on my feet, like I wasn't no
baby and never really needed him to carry me nohow. I wasn't no baby
either! But from then on, any time Uncle Jimmy wanted to pick me up and
carry me, it was okay by me. I knew that when he was holding me like that
there was no way anything or anybody was going to hurt me.

Uncle Jimmy walked away into an old log cabin and, not knowing if I should
follow him or not, I just stood there and looked around the clearing where
the cabin was. That deer was keeping an eye on me, but he was eating grass
just like I didn't know how to use a rifle or nothin'.  The clearing was
shaded by the trees and there was a lot of ferns and stuff growing all over
the place. We were most of the way to the top of the hill and you could see
out over the forest as far as the eye could reach. I could see both
Grandpa's and Daddy's houses and just knew that if I had one of those
telescope things I could probably see right into the houses. There was lots
of animals around and none of them acted like they cared if I was there or
not. My Uncle, who I hadn't even known existed until today, came out of the
cabin and looked around until he saw me. Then he got a big grin on his face
and walked back over to the tree stump. I noticed that when the tree had
been cut down a step had been left in the stump that made it look like a
really solid chair with a plank back. He sat back down in the stump chair
and waived for me to come over.

When I got near Uncle Jimmy he patted his thigh, which was about as big
around and solid looking as a tree stump itself. I climbed up and sat on
his leg like I was a little kid. That didn't bother me none though cuz he
was big enough to make just about anyone feel like a little kid. Once I got
comfortable, he got a real shy, almost embarrassed look on his face and
handed me a big book he'd carried out of the house. It was a big, oversized
book with the sort of overdone, garish illustrations on it that kids like
and the title read, "Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Anderson". I looked at
the book, totally at a loss until I remembered what my Daddy had said about
what had happened to Uncle Jimmy. I looked up at Uncle Jimmy and asked,
"You want me to read to you?"

Uncle Jimmy nodded eagerly and got a big smile on his face. "Any story in
particular?" I asked. He shook his head 'No' and carefully opened the cover
and pointed to the first story, the one about the little Dutch boy who put
his finger in the dike. I smiled up at him and then started to read, "Once
upon a time...". As I read through the warm afternoon, we kept moving
around until we were both comfortable. Uncle Jimmy leaned back against the
stump chairs back with his arms around my belly and me sitting on his leg,
laying back against him with my feet propped up on his other leg, resting
the book on his arms where they crossed in front of me. He closed his eyes
and I got the feeling that he believed in the story and was somewhere in
Denmark as I read to him. I started fidgeting a little before I finished
the story and when I was done he kissed my forehead and stood up, still
holding me. He carried me over to the edge of the clearing and set me down
and stood there waiting like he expected me to do something. I just looked
at him like a dummy trying to figure out what he wanted me to do. Finally,
he sighed and opened up his pants and pulled out the biggest dick I'd ever
seen. Without further preamble, he started pissing up against the tree. My
bladder was about to burst and the sound of his pee hitting the tree didn't
help my self-control none at all. I popped the buttons on my britches as
fast as I could and cut loose with a stream of my own in no time flat.
Uncle Jimmy grinned at me and let go of his pisser and let it fly. I
appreciated the view so I let go of mine also and we got into a pissing
contest. He looked at my dink and I looked at his cock like we were a
couple of little kids comparing toys. His stream was four times the size of
mine and he must have had a huge bladder cuz not only did he start first,
prove he could piss higher, wider and for more distance than I could, but
he was still pissing when mine was just leaking the last few drops. In
fact, the only contest I won was that I could write our name in the dirt
and he couldn't.

When we were both done we put our stuff away and closed up our pants
again. Uncle Jimmy took my hand and led me around the other side of the
cabin and over to the biggest hammock I'd ever seen. It was strung between
two full grown trees and sagged way down when Uncle Jimmy climbed into it
and laid down on his back. He hoisted me up and laid me across his tummy
and handed me the book. I started to read the next story but we both had to
move around until we found a comfortable way to lie together.  We ended up
lying with me on his belly with my legs down between his legs with the book
propped up against one of his big arms laying across his chest. His other
hand would reach down sometimes and either caress my back or stroke my hair
real gentle like as I read to him. Every time I moved around I could feel
his big old soft thing roll around underneath me and I sort of wondered if
I'd ever see it hard or get to play with it.

When I finished the second story I closed the book and let it slide down
onto the hammock. Tired, I laid my head down on Uncle Jimmy's belly but he
hiked me up until my head was on his chest and I was a lot more
comfortable. Both of us dozed off to sleep laying just like that.

It was getting cool when I woke up. Uncle Jimmy set me down on the ground
and carried the book back into the cabin. When he came back out he took my
hand and led me to the edge of the clearing. We took out our man things and
had another pee together and then Uncle Jimmy took my hand and lead me back
down the hill and carried me through the forest until I could see my
Daddy's house. He let go of my hand but I kept holding onto him. I looked
up his belly at him and asked him if I could please come visit him again
sometime. He looked at my Daddy's house and got a real sad sort of look on
his face. Then he looked back up the hill, just like he could see his place
through all the trees. With a sigh he got down on one knee and gave me a
big hug and I wrapped my arms as far around him as I could get them and
started crying up against his shirt front. I just knew I wasn't going to
get to see him again. He let me cry for a little bit and then gently pushed
me back and got back up on his feet. He stroked my hair and I heard his
slurred, rumbling voice say, "You come." Then he turned and disappeared
into the trees making no more sound than if he'd been a shadow. I stood
there staring into the forest, trying to see or hear where he'd
gone. Wondering if what had happened was all my imagination, or what. I
finally headed back to the house, knowing that I'd see my Uncle again.



Chapter 5

Bill and Me



Mama was just setting supper on the table when I got home. She made me wash
up and then filled up a starving boy. Chicken and dumplings (one of my
favorites), green snap beans, corn bread, pear preserves, ice cold
buttermilk, in fact, the whole dinner was all my favorites. I looked at
Mama and she just smiled at me and looked proud. I looked at my brother and
he just winked at me like he knew all the special food was because of
me. Daddy just smiled at me and complemented Mama on how good the food
was. I took the hint and said something nice also.

By the time my belly was full I was just about falling asleep in my
plate. Daddy told Bill to take me upstairs and put me to bed. Bill crouched
down in front of me and I climbed up on his back just like I used to do
when I was a little bitty kid. Daddy stopped us as we were leaving the room
and kissed Bill good-night on the lips and then, instead of kissing me on
the forehead like he did all the little kids, he kissed me right on the
lips too. I immediately poked Bill in the back with a spring-loaded boner,
but Bill just bounced me a couple of times until my dick was in a more
comfortable position for both of us. Papa gave me a friendly swat on the
butt as Jimmy carried me upstairs and then up the ladder into his room in
the attic. He set me down and started undressing me and I asked him what he
was doing. He asked me if Grandpa had showed me how men did things and I
blushed bright red and admitted that he had. Bill allowed that as I now
knew about such things I was big enough to sleep upstairs with him and not
have to put up will all the little kids in the bed downstairs.

My dick got about twice as hard and I could swear I could feel it start
sweating. Bill stripped me completely naked, underpants and all and told me
I was going to have to start keeping myself really clean because he didn't
want me leaving no brown tracks on his sheets. He showed me where the
chamberpot was and told me to make sure and cover it up if I had to use it
so that the room didn't get all stinky. Then he put me under the covers and
tucked me in and told me to get the bed warm while he got ready. I laid
there watching him and he put on quite a show for me, Taking his clothes
off slowly and then folding them and putting them away, making sure that I
got to see all of his body I wanted to.

When he was completely naked he stretched and did some exercises, giving me
plenty of time to see his whole body. Then he reached under the bed and got
the chamber pot and, pulling back his foreskin so his piss slit was
exposed, took a long, healthy piss, making sure I could watch every bit of
what he was doing. I'd seen Bill's dick before of course. But this time I
openly stared at it, really seeing what it looked like for the first
time. From everything I'd learned so far, my brother had a VERY serious
piece of meat between his legs. Especially for a boy who had just turned
sixteen. A heavy, solid hunk of flesh, it looked sorta like a basset hound
because of all the extra skin that hung loose to the meaty shaft and
drooped sloppily over a great big knob of a dickhead. I liked the way big
ol' veins bulged out of the shaft and meandered here and there. The almost
white skin had a tracery of small blue veins that just highlighted the
bigger, gnarly veins of the shaft. The whole thing flowed smoothly out of a
dense triangle of glossy black hair and swayed soft at least seven inches
past the last of the hair. Underneath, a long, totally hairless bag hung
halfway to his knobby knees, held down by two egg-sized stones that
slithered around in their velvety sack every time Bill moved. I was
fascinated by my brothers heavy equipment and hoped I'd get a chance to
examine it more closely sometime. Much more closely.

Bill bounced off the last few drops and then covered up the chamberpot and
put it back under the bed. Then he did the strangest thing. Taking a couple
of steps back from the bed he bounced on his toes and moved his hips until
his dick was spinning around like an airplane propeller. Laughing, he said
that was the best way to make sure he didn't drip in the bed. Then he
jumped up on the bed and quickly pulled up the covers and climbed in with
me, his cold body snaking up next to me and stealing all the warmth I'd
built up. Squealing, I protested such behavior and he just laughed and said
to just wait for wintertime if I wanted something to complain about, either
that or for Boo to join us in bed because Boo had the coldest feet of any
person who was still alive.

We cuddled up together and it was surprising how quickly it got nice and
warm under the covers with my big brother. He had his arms around me and I
was comfortably snuggled up against his chest with my arms folded between
us. Once we got warm Bill got interested in feeling all up and down my
back. My own hands sort of explored his developing chest a bit and kinda
played around with his perky little tits a little bit. Bill's hands came to
rest, each holding a cheek of my butt and idly feeling into my crack. He
leaned his forehead down until it rested on my head. Real quiet like, just
between the two of us, he asked, "Did Grandpa teach you about mansex?"

I cuddled in close, my face seeming to burn red, partly from embarrassment
and partly from lust. Being held like this by my big brother was something
I'd dreamed about and I couldn't believe how forward he was being. His
hands were gently massaging my buttocks and his swelling organ was laying
heavily against me. The intimate way he was holding me up against him and
smelling the randy odor of horny teenager mixed with the freshness of his
breath made me so horny I was shivering with need. He hugged me and urged
me to answer him. I just nodded and snuggled in closer to him, lifting my
leg to give him room to floop down between my legs. He shuddered all over
and hugged me even closer when my warm thighs closed around his rapidly
deploying tool.

"What did Grandpa show you?" he asked as he nuzzled at the top of my head.

Embarrassed, I just nuzzled in closer to Bill's hard chest.

"Did he show you how to suck dick?"

I nodded against Bill's chest.

"Did he suck yours?"

Not sure if I should talk about what Grandpa and I had done, I just looked
up and Bill and didn't know what to say.

"It's okay, Jimmy. Grandpa and Daddy taught me that stuff when I was about
your age. I'm not being noisy, I just don't want to do anything unless
Grandpa and Daddy have made sure you know how to do stuff."

I sighed and admitted that both Grandpa and Daddy had shown me about
sucking and fucking. Bill wiggled like an eager puppy and asked me if I'd
like to play around with him. My dick was rock hard and jabbing into Bill's
stomach and drooling all over him. I admitted to Bill that I'd watched him
and Boo together lots of times and sometimes cried myself to sleep because
I wanted to play sex games with him so bad and he wouldn't let me. Bill
explained to me that I was not to play around with any of the younger boys
until Grandpa and Daddy said it was okay. Then he asked me if I thought I
might like to play with Boo also. I admitted that I was mostly interested
in him, but that I'd really like to get to know Boo a lot better too.

Bill gave me a big hug and asked me if I wanted to play tonight. I worked
my thighs back and forth over Bill's dick, fucking his belly at the same
time. He took that as a "Yes." He kissed my lips and then slid down under
the covers. Rolling me over on my back, he got down between my legs and
started licking all over my groin. When he sucked my balls into his mouth I
put my hands on his head in an effort to protect my tender gonads. Bill
sucked and pulled at my nuts until I was going nuts myself. He knew exactly
how hard and long he could suck without actually hurting me. I was about to
start screaming when, in one smooth move, he took my whole dick into his
mouth and started sucking my dick and balls at the same time. That did it!
I immediately humped up against his face and splattered his mouth with my
spew. Bill swallowed every bit of my seed and then licked me spotlessly
clean before rolling me over so he could play with my butt.

I pushed my pillow, and then Bill's down under my midsection to raise my
butt up and give Bill better access. He licked and kissed all over my butt
and then started kissing and licking and sucking at my hole. When he got
his tongue all the way up my hole I started begging him to fuck my ass. He
just kept playing games with his mouth until I was about to jump out of my
skin. It felt awesome when he crawled up over my back. I really loved my
brother and the feeling of his lean hard body sliding up over mine had my
sensitive skin tingling and my asshole gapping open in frantic anticipation
as I hiked my ass up in the air and eagerly lined my butt up with his
protrusion. His loose foreskin helped him get into me, but I felt like I
was being ripped open back there. I reached back to find out what the
problem was and couldn't believe how much Bill's cock had swollen up. It
was huge! Investigation by my enthusiastic hands soon told me that not only
was Bill longer than either Daddy or Grandpa, but that he was bigger around
too.

Bill held real still and let me feel him and adjust to the enormity inside
of me. He pulled out so I could feel the head of his cock. As big and heavy
as his shaft was, the head of his boy thumper was lots bigger. A great big
mushroom knob sticking out like a parasol shading the fat shaft that I held
onto as he pushed back inside of me. I grunted, but lifted my butt at the
same time. Bill took the hint and pushed forward and slowly and carefully
until his boy-soft crotch hair was pressed right up against my
wide-stretched asshole. Bill asked me if I was okay and I just hummed a
happy sound. Bill didn't have Grandpa's patience or control and soon fucked
the both of us into a frenzy that quickly had both of us shooting off
together, Bill up my ass and me into the pillows. Bill slumped over my back
and we fell asleep just like that. Bill took advantage of my ass four more
times that night and gave me a really good screwing and jack-off job before
letting me get dressed for breakfast.

It was really neat getting out of bed naked with my big brother. He didn't
mind me looking at him at all and even held the chamberpot as we both took
our morning piss into it together. Bill washed me off with cold water from
the pitcher and then gave me the washcloth so I could wipe him down. We
played around a lot and were even wrestling naked together when Daddy poked
his head up into the room and told us to quit goofing around and to come
down for breakfast. He watched us swinging half-hard dicks around as we
dressed and even helped us carry down the chamberpot and empty
pitcher. Bill had thrown the dirty water out the window. When Bill and I
came back inside from emptying the chamberpot and refilling the pitcher
Daddy waylaid us and put his arms around our shoulders.

"Did you like sleeping with your big brother last night?" Daddy asked me.

I got a big ol' grin on my face. "Sure did, Poppa. It was nice."

"Did you like having the runt share your bed?" Daddy asked Bill.

Bill ducked his head and sort of blushed, but didn't say anything. Daddy
hugged him close and kissed his forehead. "It's okay, Son. Did you like
having your brother in bed with you?"

Bill grinned at Daddy and nodded his head.

"Was he gentle with you, Jimmy. He didn't force you or anything, did he?"

I put my arms around my brother, protecting him from anything my Dad might
be thinking of. "He's my brother and I love him and I like anything he
wants to do with me!" I said fiercely.

Daddy put his hands up and, laughing, said, "Whoa... Whoa... Whoa... I
ain't gonna hurt your brother!"

Fierce like a cornered badger, I snapped my teeth and challenged him with
a, "You better not!"

Laughing, Daddy scooped us up so effortlessly that we both knew he could
squish us into bug snot without even trying. He gave both of us a big kiss
and said, "I'm really proud of you boys. You're acting just like brothers
should act now. Guys get really horny at your age and it's good to have
family to help out, and I'm glad that you boys are helping each other!"

I gave Daddy a big ol' sloppy kiss on his cheek. I had to kiss his cheek
cuz Bill sort of had his lips occupied already. I could feel daddy groping
my butt and looked down and saw him doing the same thing to Bill. He set us
down on the ground and, slapping our butts, told us to get to breakfast
before Mama threw it out.

We had a real good breakfast and then we went out to help Daddy get the
barn ready for harvest season. Bill and I stayed pretty close, not wanting
the other out of sight. Several times I caught Daddy just standing there,
not doing any work, watching us. One time, Bill went up to the house to get
some beeswax from Momma. Daddy was sitting down on a bale of straw resting
and I went over and leaned against him, just wanting to be close.

"Daddy?"

"Hummm?"

"Did you use'ta feel about Uncle Jimmy the way I feel about Bill?"

Daddy didn't say nothin' for a bit, and then I noticed a tear sort of leak
down his cheek. I felt awful, making my Daddy cry like that. Hugging him,
laying my head on his shoulder, I said, "I'm sorry Daddy. I didn't mean to
make you sad."

Daddy picked me up in his strong arms and set me down in his lap. He just
held me and rocked me and put his head on top of mine and we sat
there. Real quiet like. Daddy took a deep breath and kissed the top of my
head. Holding my shoulders, Daddy moved me back until he could see my
face. "I still do, Jimmy. I still love your namesake so much that what
happened hurts my heart and I miss him something awful. You love your
brother as much as you can, Boy. Sometimes God takes the people we love
away. It's just his way. So you make sure you tell the people you love how
much you love them, because sometimes, tomorrow is too late." Daddy and I
held each other as tight as we could and both of us were crying. Bill came
back and found us like that and he came over and hugged us and started
crying too, even if he didn't know what was going on.

Daddy stood up, shedding boys like it was raining. Wiping tears out of his
eyes with his shirtsleeve he smacked our butts and said, "It's getting too
damn hot to work under this tin roof (we were supposed to be cleaning out
the machine shed instead of goofing off and bawling). Let's get down to the
crick and get in a little swimming."

I jumped and yelled, "Last one in the water's a sissy!", and took off as
fast as I could go. Bill was right behind me, his long legs letting him
catch up with me. Daddy was the last out of the gate and he was a lot
bigger and slower than either of us boys. Bill and I beat Daddy to the
swimming hole by a good bit and started stripping off our clothes as fast
as we could. Daddy finally came lumbering up, but he fooled us. He didn't
even slow down. He just dove into the water, clothes and all. I had my
britches halfway off but figured, "What the hell" and jumped into the water
holding my pants up with one hand. Bill had his pants around his ankles and
was left standing on the bank. Daddy and I both gave him a hard time about
being a slowpoke and a sissy, but he kept insisting that we were
cheaters. He finally got his pants off and Daddy and I helped each other
get our wet clothes off and thrown up in some bushes to dry off. One thing
and another, taunting let to a huge water fight and before long we all felt
better. Playing and horsing around and feeling each other up. I started
diving under water and sucking on both my Dad and my brother Bill. Neither
of them actually objected, but my Dad kept complaining about sharks and
piranha and such in the water and my brother kept insisting that there were
sucker fish in the water. I didn't really voice an opinion, I was too busy
chasing Pike's in the water.

Daddy and Bill both started showing off in front of each other and trying
to get me to say that I liked one or the other of them the best. I refused
to make a choice, but finally agreed to test them both. They helped each
other carry me out of the water and up the bank and into a patch of bracken
where they made a soft bed of the fern leaves and various pieces of
clothing. They lay down side by side as close as they could get, inner arms
around each others shoulders with me laying on their pressed together legs.
They both spread out their outside legs to give me plenty of room.

I started out my evaluation by judging their balls for weight, size, taste,
texture and smell. Daddy's balls were large, between the size of a banty
hen's and a regular hen's eggs. Even at that size they were very heavy and
solid with thick, solidly twisted and enmeshed cords suspending them in a
thick, solid skinned pouch whose heavily rugose skin felt wonderful on my
tongue, giving up only slowly the deep masculine flavor that was my
father. I sucked on his balls until they loosened up as much as they would,
filling my mouth with his rough, masculine flavor. Daddy's balls hung over
my face and hid my eyes as I licked the smooth skin behind his balls which
caused his legs to lift so I could taste and explore between the cheeks of
his ass, finding the indented flavor center and tonguing it until Daddy was
gasping for air.

Giving up the treasure I'd found and surrendering to the strong teenaged
hands pulling at my neck and hair, I slid over Daddy and Bill's legs and
commenced a series of tests on my brothers balls. Bill's bodacious balls
were laying on the t-shirt under Bill's ass. His sack was very thin skinned
and fantastically long. When he was walking around our bedroom this morning
getting dressed I noticed how long his ball sack was and commented on
it. He told me that his sack had always been long, but that both Daddy and
Grandpa liked to work on his balls and that all their attention had given
him a lot of extra length he told me I could help work on his balls if I
wanted too, but that sometimes Daddy and Grandpa got sort of rough and made
his balls ache. I offered to keep them warm and safe in my mouth anytime
they hurt and Bill gave me a big kiss and thanked me. Right now though, I
could tell that he really wanted me to give his balls a good going over.

Smiling, I snuggled down between Bill's legs and gently kissed each of
Bill's balls. I had to suck up a lot of skin before I could get one of them
in my mouth so I could measure it. Each of his balls were larger than
either Grandpa's or Daddy's. Each filled my mouth all by themselves, there
was no way I was going to be able to get both of them in my mouth like I
could Daddy's and Grandpa's. The cord suspending the balls was long and
smooth, not all gnarled up like some men's I could mention. Bill's balls,
because of their size, were just as heavy as Daddy's, but not nearly as
solid and dense. I sucked down as hard as I could on the big ovoids,
pulling and twisting at the almost frangibley thin skin until Bill was
begging me to never stop and to service him forever.  Sweat started pouring
down his body and I let go of his balls and buried my face in his groin and
deeply inhaled the scent of horny teenager. The smell and taste of him had
my dick leaking and my asshole puckering. I was getting so wound up in what
I was doing that I was forgetting that I was supposed to be a neutral judge
here.

Daddy reached down and pulled my face out of Bill's crotch before I could
get to his asshole for a taste test. He pulled me over until my face was
right in front of his stout shaft. He commanded me to start licking and I
didn't even take time to say, "Yes, Sir." Daddy's shaft was thick and solid
where it rose up out of his ball sack and pubic bush and stayed pretty much
the same thickness all the way up to where the loose foreskin still mostly
covered the big swelling that was the crown of his manhood. I loved licking
his shaft because I could feel the twisty-turny veins better that way then
when he was inside my mouth. Dad gave me plenty of time to carefully lick
clean his entire length. He even pulled back his foreskin so I could easily
get to the flecks of white cheese behind the ridge of his cockhead. That
got his dick to leaking pretty good and I was able to spend a good long
careful time licking up the sweet crystal-clear sap and cleaning the
pebbled surface of the blunt-nosed puckerpusher. Bill was leaning up across
Daddy's belly, holding my head with his hands in my hair, talking to me and
showing me where Dad's special spots were and how he liked to be
licked. Finally, Bill and Daddy let go of me and let me give Daddy's cock
some real sucking. I was having some trouble gagging and both Bill and
Daddy helped me out with lessons on how to completely deep-throat Daddy's
cock. He finally got too close to cumming and shifted me back over to
Bill's cock.

I didn't spend hardly any time messing about with Bill's cock, licking it
just enough to slick it up pretty good and then Daddy and Bill put me back
to my deep-throating lessons. While Bill's cock was nearly the size of
Daddy's and Grandpa's, and showed every chance of being bigger than theirs
as he finished growing, I admit that I liked the shape of his a lot
better. The adults cocks were pretty much straight sided and only slightly
curved upwards with just the big bulge at the end to stretch my asshole or
throat out good. The shape of Bill's dick intrigued me and made me really
horny. While Daddy and Grandpa had a good, solid twelve or thirteen inches
of solid man cock, Bill's wasn't much over eleven inches, but was already
much thicker than either Daddy's or Grandpa's. Looking at it from the side
when he was really hard, the shaft started up out of his groin at about a
forty-five degree angle and the curved up until the nose was sticking
straight up towards Bill's nose. With that shape, Bill's cock poked right
into your asshole when Bill mounted you and the curve made sure that he
worked over your guts really good when he got to fucking. The view from the
bottom was the most exciting though. The shaft started out from his groin
so thick that Bill had trouble touching his knees together when his cock
was really swollen up. The big old knot back by his asshole where his
erection started was lots bigger than the few others I'd seen, and I loved
to lick on it until Bill got really crazy.

The neatest part about Bill's cock though was, I think, how, about a third
of the way up, it rapidly swelled out like the hood on a cobra to make a
totally awesome ass stretcher.  I reached maximum thickness, a really wide,
fat, veiny portion of boycock, about halfway up the shaft and slowly
narrowed down until, right behind the cockhead, it was almost exactly the
same diameter as the base. The pear-shape of the shaft constantly gave me
wonderful feelings as it stretched and relaxed my asshole to different
diameters the whole time Bill was fucking me. The feeling of that shape
moving between my lips and into my throat kept me right on the edge of
orgasms any time he had his shaft fucking my mouth.

The scary part about Bill's dick was his cockhead. It wasn't enough that
his shaft was as potbellied as it was, but his real ass-stretcher was the
oversized mushroom cap that pretended to be his cockhead. Shaped more like
a horse's cockhead than a humans, it seemed to flare out forever and just
sort of perch on the end of his cock. Luckily, the head of Bill's cock
didn't really get hard until just before he was ready to cum, otherwise,
I'd never have been able to cope with it. When Bill was just starting a
fuck he had an iron hard center to his cock but the wide flair of his
cockhead and the thickest part of the shaft only got semi-hard which gave
me a chance to get the huge thing inside of me and slowly adjust as he
fucked, getting harder and harder and bigger and bigger as he worked on my
holes. When he started cumming, either in my throat or up my ass, about all
I could do was flop around like a fish on a hook. I was glad I was going to
grow up with Bill screwing me, because I don't think that anyone without a
lot of training was going to be able to handle his cock when he finished
growing.

Deep throating Bill was a total pleasure, but Daddy pulled me off of him
before I could get his cum. I was really horny and feeling cheated, but
Daddy put me up on my hands and knees and they spent a long time showing
me, one after the other, some of their best moves and how they particularly
liked to fuck my ass. Daddy took the opportunity to show Bill some of the
moves he'd been using on his ass that Bill particularly liked, and gave
Bill the chance to practice the same moves on my ass. They kept asking me
questions about how different strokes felt and if Bill was doing it right,
and I really tried to answer their questions, but sometimes they just had
me too incoherent to make much sense. I guess they figured that meant they
were doing something right, because they didn't really complain when they
really couldn't make sense out of what I was trying to say.

Daddy and Bill worked my ass over for the longest time, fucking me with
their cocks and fingers and even getting me so opened up that they could
put their hands up inside of me and stroke and pet me from the inside. I
was crying with the need to cum when Daddy laid me down on my side and laid
in front of me, lifting my leg up over his hip as he penetrated my ass and
fucked up inside of me. The next thing I knew my brother was plastered up
against my back and I started cumming in sweeping waves as I felt both
erupting cockheads enter me at the same time. Dad and Bill kept us together
while our orgasms washed back and forth over us and they bucked and plunged
until they both managed to get about half-way up inside of me at the same
time.

I was finally just laying there, almost totally limp, when Daddy and Bill
started caressing me and asking me questions. I admitted that the best part
about sex for me was when someone was fucking my ass and that having both
of them fucking me at the same time was the most fantastic thing I'd ever
had happen in my whole life. Daddy and Bill told me how happy they were
that the family had a new pussyboy and explained that while almost all the
men would take cock up the ass at some time or another, that right now I
was the only one who really preferred getting cockfucked. I freely admitted
to them how much I liked men paying attention to me and how good it made me
feel to take them, either in my throat or, most especially, up my
ass. Daddy and Bill kissed and hugged me over and over and assured me that
they would do everything they could to help me train my ass and throat so
that I could be a really perfect pussyboy. They told me that if my training
went well, I could attend the end of the month card game where all the men
of the family got together to play cards and drink. What the women didn't
know (supposedly, though they looked forward to their vacation as much as
the men did) was that the get together was the men's chance to get into
some really serious man-to-man sex without being interrupted.  They told me
when they, and Grandpa, thought I was well trained enough, that I would be
allowed to attend the card games and that if I ended up being a good
pussyboy, all the men would pay attention to me and I'd get all the dick I
wanted. Just the idea of that happening got me really horny again, even
after the major orgasm I'd just had, and I asked Daddy and Bill to please
give me another lesson right now --- and they did. Fucking me, playing with
my body, and getting me so excited that I started cumming, at first from my
dick and balls and then from somewhere deep inside of me, over and over
with a new rush starting just as soon as the previous rush died down a
little.

By the time Dad and Bill started cumming inside of me they had given my ass
lessons in taking both of their cocks all the way, one after the other and
then both at the same time. They also taught me how to deal with a whole
variety of double fucking, both of them working in and out together, one
plunging in as the other was pulling out, one pulling out and then the
other, the first pushing back in and then waiting for it's mate to follow
the freshly plowed path and join it way up inside of my guts. Both of them
jerking around inside of my guts at the same time until I was dancing on
the ends of their cocks. Every variation they could think of and a few that
I instigated myself. We finished with them sitting up facing each other
with me sandwiched in-between, bouncing up and down on their joined
cocks. They were kissing me and spanking my ass and twisting my nipples and
biting at my lips and earlobes and when the cum started spurting they both
started screaming and begging me to please slow down and show them some
mercy. I felt the power of being able to reduce two studs to whimpering
slaves of my asshole.

Weakly, they carried me back into the swimming hole and we floated around
in the tepid water with the two of them being very protective of me,
cleaning me up and feeling my ass over and over to make sure it was
shrinking closed without any problems. My ass-pussy was tender and the soft
inner part was swollen full of blood and they both told me over and over
how wonderful the velvety softness of my insides felt to them. I basked in
their praise and admitted that I wanted them to keep training me until I
was the best pussyboy the family had ever seen.

Daddy had to go because he had a grange meeting, but Bill stayed with me
and fucked me over and over for the rest of the afternoon until it started
cooling off and we decided to head home.


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We Three Notes

Cast:

Jon: Writer

Jimmy: Youngest just 13

Bill: Jimmy's brother. 16 Black hair

Boo: Jimmy's brother/cousin. Buddy's son by Ellie. 15 minutes older than
Bill. Blond, thick hair

Emma: Our mother

Buddy: Our Dad

Ellie, Daddy's sister, Boo's Mom, Grandpa's Wife.

Gramps: 6'5", smooth body Blond

Jimmy: The woodsman. Buddy's older brother. Mentally slow, Big, Strong,
Gentle, Loyal. Black haired and hairy.

George: The goat.