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"The Littlest Spermpire"

Chapter #6

By Paul S. Stevens & Hans Schreiber

Donny heard the faint sound of the front door opening over Tony's singing and grabbed Marcus by the arm, whisking him to the back door.

"Sorry Marcus," Donny whispered. "We're not supposed to have visitors in the house when dad's not home and I think I just heard him come in."

Donny and Marcus slipped out the back door leaving Tony singing karaoke all by himself. They jogged around to the small corridor on the side of the house. Donny stopped Marcus just before they got to the gate and pulled him into a quick goodbye kiss.

"Marcus," Donny said looking him straight in the eyes. "I... I love you!"

Donny panicked for a moment as the sound of his own words escaping his mouth startled even himself.

"I love you too Donny," Marcus admitted rather casually. "I have since I first laid eyes on you at the beginning of the school year. I'm so glad we finally got together."

"I want you Marcus," Donny confessed.

"You mean... right here, right now?" Marcus said, looking up and down the small cramped corridor. "You're starting to get kinky already!"

"No, I mean, I want you... all to myself," Donny explained. "I know now that you live with Jonah and you have, I mean you've had feelings for him." Then Donny's voice turned aggressive. "I'm gonna tell ya right now, I'm gonna fight for you!"

"You don't have to fight for me, I'm already yours."

"All right then...," Donny said, backing down. "No problem. Of course you realize, I'm gonna know if your being faithful to me every time I kiss you. You won't be able to hide it from me, now that I'm a genuine spermpire."

"You're right... just don't confuse spermpire feeding lust with love. The raw emotions are very similar."

"Oh, don't worry, I'll know the difference," Donny assured him. "Because, I'm gonna be with you from now on!" Donny grinned. "Call me when you get home to that cabin of yours. I have a bunch more spermpire questions to ask you."

"Sure, I'll do that. We've still got a lot more to cover."

They kissed one more time and then Donny shooed Marcus out the gate and on his way. Then Donny went back into the house just as Tony was finishing his Crocodile Rock-out, falling to his knees and pretending to be worshiped by a stadium full of adoring fans.

Donny and Tony's dad, who was silently standing in the hallway, suddenly walked into the room. He started reaching out his arms towards Tony as if an army of groupies were desperately reaching out to steal a glancing touch. He began howling girly cheers in a scream-like falsetto. Then he flailed his head and arms, simulating the antics of a crazed crowd. Next, he started jumping up and down, feigning the hysteria of a swarm of young girls, swooning and falling to the floor while wetting their panties over him. He was completely enjoying himself as he made a total mockery of all rock & roll fandom.

The boys hadn't seen their dad hovering quietly there in the shadows and were momentarily stunned into utter silence as they watched their dad behave in such an uncharacteristically animated fashion.

"Hey dad, we didn't see you there. What's up?" Donny said, unmoved by his dad's performance.

He got up off the floor and shook off his bruised ego. Then he caught the whiff of something foreign. He tried to inconspicuously sniff the air as his keen olfactory senses kicked in.

"Who's been here today?" He suspiciously asked.

"John Denver and Elton John," Donny answered.

Their dad got a strange look on his face for a moment. Then he decided that what he was detecting in the room must have been the lingering scent of Donny and Tony's new basketball friends. The problem was that this scent was much stronger and fresher than it should have been and had some telltale signs of something troubling, but he let the matter drop for the time being.

"Are you two up for some pasta at `Mama Russo's' tonight?" their dad asked.

"Yeah!" Donny enthusiastically exclaimed as he jumped into the air.

"Sounds like you're feeling better today Donny," his dad observed.

"Yeah, much better," Donny answered but with a little less exuberance as to avoid any undue attention.

"Maybe it was the basketball game you guys played today," dad offered.

"It definitely was the game that did it all right," Donny smugly said.

"Yeah, definitely the game, but it kinda sucked when it was over with," Tony added as he got up off his knees and stood by his brother. Donny scowled at him but Tony just busted up laughing.

"Well, I'm glad you two enjoyed yourselves," dad said. "I'm feeling pretty good myself. I just landed the Wilcox account which means we won't need to sell the house anymore. It's a five year contract which means we won't have to worry about moving for a long time to come. I'll make reservations for six o'clock, so make sure you two are ready. I'm going to take a nap, it was a brutal meeting. I'll see you later."

Dad went to his room and shut the door. Donny and Tony stood in stunned silence.

"Watch what you say around dad, you dope. Geez, I can't believe you just said that," Donny scolded.

"How could he know what I meant?" Tony asked.

"I know dad. Sometimes it seems like he's got a sixth sense about stuff."

"Yeah, okay, you're right. I'm sorry."

"Did you know anything about us needing to sell the house and having to move somewhere?" Donny asked Tony.

"Nope," Tony shrugged.

"Maybe he didn't say anything to us so we wouldn't worry or something."

"Yeah, that's definitely something dad would do all right," Tony said.

"Well, the problem is, now I am worried."

"Worried? Worried about what?"

"Worried about other things that dad hasn't told us about."

"How can you worry about something you don't even know about?"

"That's just it!"

"I don't get it."

"That's okay, I'm sure it's nothing," Donny said, not to make Tony's confusion any worse. "I think I'll go take a nap too. We've worked pretty hard today too, you and me. I'd really like it if you'd come with me to the tree house and keep me company. At least you don't have to worry about me attacking you for a while. We're both safe from each other right now. We can go up there if you want and get naked and enjoy the cool outdoors while we rest. If we pull in the rope and close the hatch, we'll have all the privacy we need. If dad comes to check on us, he'll have to call up to us and we won't get caught off guard. How does that sound?"

"I'll race ya!" Tony said and ran out the back door with Donny hot on his heels. They both were kind of anxious just to get another look at each other's growing bodies. They both popped boners as they tried to beat each other to the tree house entrance.

In less than a minute, the two boys were secure in the tree house. They pulled in the rope, closed the hatch and propped open the windows to get a cross breeze going. Then they stripped naked without hesitation and got on their backs, side by side on the mattress, both sporting uninhibited erections. They enjoyed sneaking peeks at each other and grinning as they each allowed the other to have unlimited examinations of themselves. They both felt at peace being comfortably near each other until they both fell into a blissful slumber.

About an hour later, Donny and Tony were awakened by the muffled sound of Donny's cell phone playing the Addams Family theme song from the pocket of Donny's pants that were lying in a pile along with Tony's clothes on the tree house floor.

"It's probably Marcus, I'll let it go to voicemail," Donny said.

"If it's Marcus, shouldn't you answer it? Maybe it's important," Tony said.

"I asked him to call me when he got to the cabin," Donny said. "He should've called me sooner. He probably just now remembered. I'll get back to him after dinner. Right now, I want to spend some more quality time with my little brother, who's not all that little anymore."

Tony quickly covered his privates with both hands and grinned at Donny.

"I can't help it! It just happens." Tony laughed.

"No, I don't mean that," Donny snickered. "I mean, you're no ordinary fourteen year old boy. You're not all wrapped up in yourself. What you offered to do for me last night was... special. I'm so proud of you and I'm happy for you too."

"Happy for me?" Tony questioned. "What do you mean?"

"I watched you at the cabin," Donny said as he turned to face his little brother. "You and Kirk hit it off right away. You're in love!"

"Shut Up! I am not!" Tony squealed.

"Kirk and Tony sittin' in a tree... k-i-s-s-i-n-g," Donny teased as he lyrically sang the taunting tune.

"Stop That!" Tony demanded.

"It's okay Tony, I'm only teasing ya," Donny said. "It's great to be in love. I'm glad you found somebody too."

"Too?" Tony questioned. "Are you in love with Marcus?"

"Yeah, I think I am," Donny admitted.

"Cool," Tony said.

"You should've gotten Kirk's phone number."

"I did, check it out." Tony said as he lifted his dick and turned to show Donny where Kirk had written his phone number on the side of his boy stick.

Donny laughed as he looked closer at his brother's wilted pole.

"Tony, I hate to break it to ya but I think he was just messing with you. That's not enough numbers."

"Yes it is. Look, you can see them all when I've got a boner."

Tony stretched the skin out to show the hidden numbers within the folds of his foreskin. They both laughed.

"Are you gonna call him?" Donny asked.

"Well, unless you're gonna lend me your cell phone, I can't. I wanted some way to be able to get together with him again. I don't know what good having his cell phone number is without having a cell phone of my own."

"We'll talk to dad tonight at dinner. Since he landed that new job and he's in such a good mood, we'll see if we can talk him into getting you one."

"Thanks Donny, you're the greatest brother anyone could ever want."

"I know!"

"I should also mention, you're an annoying brat too," Tony said.

"I know!"

Then they heard the backdoor close and knew dad was coming outside to look for them. They scrambled to get their clothes on just as dad was calling out for them.

"Donny...! Tony...! Are the two of you back here?"

"We're up here dad," Donny said as he poked his head out the tree house window.

"Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah, we'll be right down," Donny said.

The two opened the hatch and scurried down the rope and into the house. Donny stuck his head under a faucet and then briskly rubbed a towel over his head. He brushed his hair into his usual style and gave it a shot of super hold spray. Tony popped his head in and said, "Come on already. I'm hungry." Donny stuck his tongue out at him and tossed the towel on the rack.

Donny rode shotgun beside dad and Tony sat in the back in the usual pecking order as they drove to Mama Russo's. Donny was bouncing around between radio stations, not letting any single song finish before searching for something different. Their dad kept glancing at both of them like he was about to say something but then didn't. Finally, their dad reached over and punched the power button.

"I want to talk with you two a little." Dad said.

"Okay," the two boys said in unison.

"Well. Good."

The boys stared in anticipation of what their dad had to say as he stared forward and swallowed hard a few times.

"So, what is it?" Donny finally asked impatiently.

"Well I guess I just wanted to say that I love you boys. I know it's been hard on you without a mother and all and I'm just real proud of you."

"Yeah, well we love you too, Dad. Is that it? Can I play the radio now?" Donny asked.

"No. No, that's not really it. What I wanted to say was, well, you guys are getting older now. I've noticed that the two of you are changing if you know what I mean."

"Umm, not really. What do you mean?" Tony asked.

"Well your bodies are changing, and you are maturing. I know I should have talked to Donny a while ago but I put it off and now I've noticed my little Tony is starting to change as well, and I just think I need to talk to both of you about some things."

After a pause, Donny said with a little grin, "So, talk already."

"Okay, here goes. So I'm not exactly sure what you boys already know. I'm sure you've heard some things from friends and stuff. But as boys grow, they reach a point in life when they go from being just boys to starting the process to become men. There are a lot of mysterious things about the human body and sometimes, even more mysterious things for some people who might have... well... special situations, and for those people, there isn't any information for them. You know what I mean?"

Donny looked back at Tony who shrugged and Donny looked over at his father and said, "No. I have no idea what you mean. What are you talking about? Is this supposed to be our sex talk?"

"Yes. Well partially. I mean there's more to it than just sex, but of course, sex is a big part of what I'm talking about. It's just that there's more to it than just sex and I don't want to say more than is appropriate for you guys and make you more curious about things that can wait. I just think we need to chat about some things that may be going on with you two especially in the way of changes you might be experiencing. So I guess you guys know all about the sex part?"

"Not really," Tony said. "What about it?"

Of course, he really did know all about it but he thought it would be fun to see his dad squirm a bit while he tried to explain it.

"Oh. Well let's see. Umm, you know that you're a boy of course and you know how your body is different from a girl's body of course."

"You mean because we have a penis and girls don't and our tits don't grow big and make milk like theirs do?" Tony casually answered.

"Well, yes. That's right. Girls need the milk to feed their babies. We don't have babies so we don't need the milk."

"Yeah, I know that. So, what else?"

"Well, as you get older like the two of you, your bodies start making something called sperm. These sperm help men to create babies when they come in contact with a woman's egg. Do you know about that?"

"Geez, of course dad," Donny said as he rolled his eyes.

"Kind of," Tony said. "Like, I know you have lots of those little white sperm fishes swimming around in your balls and they squirt out when you rub your penis, but I don't get how that makes a baby inside a girl."

This time, Tony was being honest. He never really understood that part of the process. Donny smiled to himself as his dad gripped the steering wheel harder and forged on, keeping his eyes fixated ahead.

"Okay, well, basically... when a man and a woman love each other and get married after finishing school and finding jobs so they can afford to pay for a baby and provide a stable home for it, well then they express their love to each other by coming together and the man's sperm unites with the woman's egg and that's how the process of making a baby begins by growing inside a woman's uterus until it is born. That's how you guys were made. Get it?"

"No." Tony said with a look of confusion.

Donny scoffed, "Geez Dad, you suck at this. Tony... it's like this. We're boys and we've got dicks and balls. Girls have slits called vaginas that have like a tunnel up inside of them where we slide our dicks in. That tunnel leads to this bag thingy called a uterus. Our balls make sperm and girls have eggs up inside them. Once a month, a girl shoots an egg out into that place dad called a uterus. Then a man and a woman have sex together with the girl laying on her back and the boy laying on top of her and the boy sticking his dick up inside the girl's vagina hole and pumping it in and out of her like this." Donny made a bird finger with his right hand and slipped it in and out of his other fist to simulate fucking. "That causes the good feeling you get like when you jack off and causes your sperm to shoot out your dick into her vagina tube. The sperms swim up to the uterus and if they find the egg, they attach to it and that makes a baby start growing in there. It's called conception."

"Ohhh! I get it now I guess," Tony said. "Sammy said that girl's vaginas smell like rotten fish. That's gross. When you do it, does it make your dick smell like rotten fish? Is that what you did to mom?" Tony asked wrinkling his nose.

"Well, that was sort of a crass explanation of the process but that about covers it. And yes, I did that with your mom. If a woman practices good hygiene, it doesn't smell all that bad. It's not gross, it's a beautiful experience but like I said, you should wait until you're old enough and prepared to have a child of your own. A child is a big responsibility."

"So apparently, it sounds like you've already learned the joy of masturbation." Their dad clarified, seeing Tony's wrinkled brow, "Masturbation is the proper word for rubbing your penis until the good feeling happens and the sperm squirts out, which you know all about, right?"

Tony smiled. "Maybe."

Tony knew what masturbation meant, he was just surprised his dad would talk about it. When their dad turned to look at Donny, Donny smirked and said, "Really dad? You have to wonder that?"

"No, I guess not. So if I could ask, how did you learn about it?" their dad asked.

"From Chris on a sleepover," answered Tony.

"Just kind of figured it out on my own," Donny said. "How did you learn dad?" Donny said, catching his dad off guard.

"Well, it was a long time ago, but I definitely still remember it. My cousin, Thomas, taught me when I went to visit his family on their farm one summer."

"How old were you?" Donny asked with great interest.

"I was twelve and he was thirteen. It was exciting and kind of scary doing it with him. We were out in the barn and he took me into one of the stables and showed me how long his horse's penis was. I was amazed by it and then he asked me if I ever pulled on mine. I had no idea about it and so he took me up in the hay loft and we pulled down our pants and he taught me how to get the good feeling. I couldn't even squirt anything yet, but he did and I was amazed by it. I was a late bloomer like Tony seems to be. Thomas taught me a few other things that summer. I guess it's normal for boys to have curiosity and want to try doing things together. It sounds like Tony did it with Chris, and I'm wondering about you and this new guy who's been hanging around the house lately, Marcus, isn't that his name? Have the two of you been experimenting, Donny?"

Donny's know it all attitude shifted. He looked at his dad and his first instinct was to lie, but he wasn't naturally good at it. His father's gaze seemed to pierce right through him.

"A little," Donny eked out.

"I thought so. There's something about him that just didn't smell right," dad said drawing his finger across the bottom of his nose.

"What do you mean by that? He doesn't smell." Donny looked offended and was very defensive.

"Oh, oh, I didn't mean he actually smelled. No, it's just a figure of speech. But I did get the feeling that you two were doing things together. I'm sure he's a nice enough boy, but I'd like to meet him and his family sometime if you two are going to be hanging out together now."

Donny didn't respond to that. How could he? Who was he going to bring over to dinner, Malik and Jonah? Maybe get the big cheese, that Vladimir guy Marcus talked about? In hopes of sliding by that comment, Donny asked, "Like what else did your cousin Thomas teach you?"

"I hesitate to talk about that part, but I need to warn you about some things. Doing sex stuff with others can be fun and exciting, but it has some dangers as well. Ah, here we are at Mama Russo's. We'll finish this discussion later. Let's go eat. Who's hungry?"

"Me," both boys cried out as they unbuckled their seat belts and clambered out of the car.

A pleasant, dark haired woman met them inside the door and asked them if they wanted a table or a booth.

"We'd like that corner booth if we could have it," their father requested.

Once they were seated and they ordered their raspberry lemonades, their dad started back into his little talk.

"So like I started to say in the car, playing around with friends can be fun and exciting but there are some dangers I need to warn you about. I'd like you to not do anything with girls until you're much older. There are risks with that too."

Tony looked nervously at their father, Donny looked a bit suspiciously at him.

"If you're talking about STDs, Mr. Matthews in our health class told us all about that," Donny said. "You don't need to worry about me and girls right now. I'm not in a hurry to mess with them. Besides, none of them pay any attention to me anyway."

"I am talking about STDs and... well... other things as well, life changing things. Some of the diseases you can get from being sexually active with anybody, and can last a lifetime and seriously impact your life. I hesitate to talk about this but I guess in today's world and especially in our community, I need to. Something that I learned about from my cousin Thomas was..."

Their father peered out of the booth to make sure no one was in earshot. "Sucking! It is something that some boys do and I'm not saying you boys have, or are, or even would want to do that, but it isn't safe to do anymore, especially around here. You never know who might have an infection of some sort. You can get all kinds of bad things from doing it. There's HIV of course, but that's less likely. There are things like HPV, chlamydia, gonorrhea, and syphilis that all can be transmitted this way. There is something else you can get that really messes up your life, so if you're ever asked by anyone to try it, please just say no. If you want to play around with others, just stick to touching with your hands. Got it?"

Donny and Tony glanced at each other then quickly looked away.

"I got it," Donny said quietly.

"Yeah. I think I understand too," Tony added equally as softly.

"Can we talk about something else now?" Donny pleaded.

Tony didn't want to say he `got it' because he hadn't got it, but he knew Donny had gotten it for real and he wondered if his dad even knew how bad it could be. Tony thought Donny would be happy to trade being a spermpire for the worst of the STDs.

"Dad," Tony wondered. "What does STDs stand for exactly?"

"It stands for `Sexually Transmitted Diseases'. When I was young, they called it VD which stands for `Venereal Disease', but basically it means any diseases you can get from doing sex stuff with others, girls or boys."

"Oh," Tony acknowledged. "Is it worse to do things with girls or is it wrong to do things with boys? Like is it bad to be gay? Guys at school make fun of some boys that they say are gay."

"No," dad replied. "It's not bad to be gay. Some boys are naturally that way. It's just how they are made and it's not a bad thing. It is dangerous to be out messing around with lots of different people of either sex because you put yourself at risk of getting some of these diseases. It's better to just hold off and enjoy your own body on your own or just rub together if you really want to mess around with others. You must never ever stick your penis inside another person's body or let another person stick their penis inside any part of your body without using a condom. I'd prefer you just didn't do it at all, but if you're ever tempted to, use a condom! Do both of you know what a condom is?"

"Yes," Tony said.

"Of course," Donny stated. "Geez, dad."

"Okay, good. Listen, the last thing I'm gonna say about this is that if either of you ever have any questions of any kind, trust me enough to ask. I will never get upset with you if you ever need to talk about anything. I mean that."

The conversation ended when their food arrived. They switched to talking about the big job their father landed and how they could both earn some money on weekends by helping out on it. Donny worried about that cutting into his spermpire hunting time. He pushed the thought out of his head quickly though. Their father suggested that after the first big payday on the job, they could take a long overdue vacation and go to Disneyland and Sea World. Both boys perked up at that idea.

The boys both had their usual, spaghetti and meatballs. Their dad had his usual rigatoni in Alfredo sauce with mushrooms. Donny was on his third piece of garlic cheese toast when Tony took a breath to ask a question.

"Hey Dad, I want to ask you something about what we were talking about before. How does a boner work and why do we get them? Like, I felt it when it's soft and there's no bone in it. Do the bones grow and then disappear or something?"

Donny rolled his eyes and grinned as their dad speared a piece of his rigatoni and held it up dangling from his fork.

"Well Tony, see this noodle? It's soft and hangs down. But if I filled it up with something, it would get more rigid." He turned the fork over and the natural bend of the noodle made it arc upward. "When you have sexy thoughts, your body causes blood to flow into your little noodle. When the blood fills up into it, a sort of a flap closes and won't let the blood back out." He took a mushroom piece and stuffed it into the bottom hole of his rigatoni. So there really isn't any bone in your boner. That's just a slang term that people made up to describe it. It's really called an erection. After you've reached your climax and your sexy thoughts go away, then the flap opens back up and lets the blood flow back out and the erection goes down." He pinched the mushroom back out and rotated the fork back over so the noodle hung back down again. "Get it?"

"Oh. Wow. That's cool. Thanks," Tony said. He reached down into his crotch and gave a little adjusting tug.

"Testing it out, are you?" Donny asked just before popping the last meatball into his mouth.

"Shut up, dork." Tony sucked his last spaghetti noodle in then licked his lips.

"Hey dad, I gotta hit the head, I'll be right back," Donny said.

"Me too," Tony added and they both left the table together.

"It's nice to see you two becoming so inseparable," their dad said as his sons disappeared around the corner.

They entered the restroom and found it empty. Donny and Tony stepped up to the two urinals side by side. They unzipped their pants and pulled out their hoses and proceeded to empty their bladders.

"Oh my god, what's gotten into dad today?" Tony asked.

"I don't know. I hope he's finished. It's like he knows something. It's weird," Donny said. "And another thing, my cell has been vibrating in my pocket like every five minutes since we got into the car together. I better find out what's going on."

They both finished their urination and shook off the excess drops and then put their equipment back into their pants. Donny pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and checked the caller I.D. record.

"Five calls from Marcus," Donny said out loud. "I wonder what the big emergency is."

"Only one way to find out," Tony said.

"You're right," Donny said and without listening to any of the voicemail messages Marcus had left, he hit the return dial button to call Marcus back. Marcus answered the call on the very first ring.

"It's about time, where have you been?" Marcus nervously said.

"We're at Mama Russo's Italian Restaurant," Donny said. "Dad took us here to celebrate. He landed some big contract he'd been working on."

"Forget about all that," Marcus said. "Are you ready to go?"

"Ready to go? Ready to go where?" Donny asked.

"Haven't you listened to any of my messages?" Marcus growled.

"No, I've been kinda busy."

"Shit Donny, all hell is breaking loose here."

"What are you talking about?"

"Malik has ordered a community wide evacuation," Marcus began. "It happened so fast that I heard a rumor that Malik didn't even wait for the approval of the Grand Master."

"The Grand Master?" Donny repeated.

"Yeah, that's the highest Spermpire authority there is. His name's Vladimir. I've mentioned him to you before."

"How can Malik do that without permission?"

"Apparently, one of the feeding drones that escaped last night was so heavily drugged that when he got home, his parents immediately took him to the hospital and once they got a coherent story out of him, the police started an investigation. Some of our guys have already been questioned and I think Malik panicked."

"So that means we all have to leave?" Donny questioned.

"Yeah, that's pretty much how it works," Marcus said.

"What do you mean, leave?" Tony interrupted as he stood nearby listening to Donny's conversation. "If you're leaving, I'm coming with you!"

"I heard that," Marcus said to Donny. "As much as I love Tony, he can't come with us, he's not a spermpire."

"I'm not going anywhere without Tony," Donny insisted. "I'm not leaving him behind."

Tony stood frozen alongside his brother, listening intently to every word that was said. A stream of tears started to roll down his cheeks as Donny's conversation with Marcus continued.

"Malik has ordered us to leave tonight," Marcus said, relaying the information he had gathered so far. "We're to meet at Mangelson Park at ten o'clock tonight."

"Tonight?" Donny exclaimed. "No way!"

"I know it's all of a sudden but it's the same for everybody," Marcus explained. "Once everyone is accounted for, we'll all be leaving together. They won't allow stragglers to stay behind who could identify the others. I have to go and that means you have to go."

"All right, we'll be there," Donny said.

"You have to come alone Donny," Marcus warned. "Malik is dangerous and unpredictable. If you bring Tony with you, there's no telling what he'll do. I love you and Tony both and I don't want to see anything bad happen to either of you."

"Look, dad's waiting for us back at the table," Donny said. "I'll call you when I get home, okay?"

"Sure, but remember, we only have about three hours," Marcus reminded.

Donny and Marcus ended their conversation and the boys returned to their table visibly shaken.

"Are you two okay?" dad asked sounding alarmed. "Tony..., you look like you've been crying and Donny..., you look as pale as a ghost."

"We're okay dad," Donny said thinking fast on his feet. "There was a nasty smell in there. I wouldn't go in there if I were you."

"Okay, I hope it wasn't so bad that you lost your appetite for one of Mama Russo's famous desserts," dad said as he picked up one of the dessert menus off the table. "So..., what sounds good?"

Donny and Tony just looked at each other in despair. They had lost their appetite all right, but they tried to put on a brave face anyway. This was dad's moment of glory and they did what they could to stay cheerful even though the inner turmoil over the latest developments cast a cold shadow over the festivities.

"Sure. I'll have a Cannoli," Donny said.

"Me too," Tony added.

"That's a great idea," dad said and ordered three.

When they arrived at the table, everyone dove in. They all picked up their Cannoli, gingerly with both hands. They picked a side to begin on, and started licking and sucking the filling from the tubular confection, spreading the white creamy substance all over their lips. Dad suddenly stopped and stared at Donny and Tony. Even though he was guilty himself, he felt the need to scold the boys for their bad table manners. Dad's scowl got Donny and Tony's attention and they stopped in their tracks. Everyone looked at everybody else for a moment as time crawled to a stop. Then Donny let out an unintentional burp and all three of them broke into spontaneous laughter.

"Well, if we can't suck the real thing...," Tony started to say without thinking.

"Oh My God Tony," Donny exclaimed. "What did you just say?"

Tony just shrugged his shoulders and said, "Well it's true isn't it?"

"That's not the point," Donny said.

"Now–now Donny, Tony's got a point," dad said, coming to Tony's defense. "Besides, this is much sweeter than the real thing anyway, trust me, I know!"

"Oh My God Dad," Donny exclaimed again.

Donny and Tony discovered their dicks were growing again at the thought of their dad, (who had just preached the ills of sucking cocks) had just confirmed that he had personal knowledge of what a real cock tastes like.

They each put their Cannoli back on the plate and continued to eat their dessert with a fork and knife.

The ride home was quiet. Their dad just thought that his son's were content, having eaten their limit of their favorite cuisine. The fact was that Donny and Tony were silently stressing about what they were going to do about the evacuation.

End of Chapter #6

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