Date: Sat, 11 Dec 1999 17:53:17 -0800
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@eudoramail.com>
Subject: Billy and Davy's Daddy (M/M, M/t, M/b, t/b, b/b)

incest, bonding, anal, oral, enema, fisting, spanking, bondage


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Billy and Davy's Daddy

a fictional story by Jon Hold

Copyright 1998, Jon Hold

<jonhold@eudoramail.com>

(M/M/t/b/b, con, oral, anal, WS, enema, spank, bond)



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This is a work of fiction inspired by John Weeks' story, "The
Birds, the Bees, and Screwing",  Handjobs, Feb 1996, pp 7-10. I
would like to thank Mr. Weeks for his excellent story and the
inspiration to write this material. I'd also like to apologize for
stealing his story line. Hopefully my work will not interfere with
any sequels he may choose to grace us with.

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11 December 1999. I will be busy resolving the Y46K problems on my
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Billy and Davy's Daddy

a fictional story by Jon Hold

Copyright 1998, Jon Hold

<jonhold@eudoramail.com>



The Players:



Daddy. Bob. 34. Black hair. Hair on chest and a line running down
belly to thick patch at groin.



Davy. Dark Blond hair. Early pubescence. Few crotch hairs (fuzz).
Can cum. Circumcised.



Billy's Dad, Will (William Sr. & Jr.) 28. Blond. Smooth. Foreskin.
Lawyer/Stock broker.



Billy. Blond. prepubescet. foreskin



Jody. (William Tobias) ?Will's first son, born out of wedlock when
Will was 14. Joins the story at 14 yo. Blond, could be his fathers
twin brother. Foreskinned



Dr. Daniels. Daddy's college friend and phrendly fazission.



Roger Mahoney, arcade owner, red head, Irish.



Sean Mahoney, 15, red head, son of Roger, who he very much enjoys
screwing.




PART 7



I grabbed a quick shower and went out into the living room still
drying myself. The boys were laying on the couch together watching
the television.

"Did you boys have a good day?" I asked as I dried my hair.

"Daddy!" they both squealed as they jumped up and ran over to me
to give me a big hug.

"Yeah, we did."

"Did you have a good day?"

"The movie was great"

Non-stop the boys pelted me with a description of their day and
all the fun they had. I listened to their excited descriptions as
they hugged me and jabbered until Billy lifted my reddened penis
and inspected it carefully. Looking up at me reproachfully, he
asked, "You been jacking off, Daddy?"

"Something like that." I answered. "But don't worry, there's
plenty left for you." Which, somewhat to my surprise, was the
truth. Just the presence of the boys was making me horny again.
Seemed like I was just like a bull with a pasture full of heifers
in heat. The more I got, the more I wanted.

Billy squeezed my inflamed organ and smiled. "That's good, Daddy.
Cuz Davy and me want you to do us good tonight. Right, Davy?"

"Yeah, Daddy. Billy and me talked about it on the way home and we
want you to screw us both good tonight."

I laughed and shook my head. "Okay! Okay! You both get screwed
tonight. And I've got a surprise for you later. But for right now,
are you guys hungry?"

They tried to weedle out of me what the surprise was, but I just
told them that it wouldn't be a surprise if I told them now. They
finally admitted that they were really hungry (I'd never managed
to catch them when they weren't hungry) so I told them to set the
table and then they could watch TV until dinner was ready. I went
into the kitchen and put on my apron and started washing
vegetables for dinner as the boys hurried in and out, jabbering
like happy monkeys and getting the table ready for dinner. By the
time I started cutting up the vegetables they were done and back
out in the living room. I put some rice on to steam and finished
cutting up the vegetables. Then I went out back and sat down, just
looking at the garden and pool and smiling to myself about how
happy I was.

The automatic rice cooker dinged at me, breaking me out of my
reverie and I headed back into the kitchen to finish dinner. I
took the shrimp out of the refrigerator and rinsed them off. In
almost no time I had them shelled, deveined and butterflied.
Wiping up an egg batter and working with a hot wok, I soon had
both shrimp egg fu yung and Sechuan style shrimp and vegetables
with mushroom sauce, made mild to suit the boys taste.

I carried the plates of prepared food out to the dining room and
just stood there with the hot plates in my hands and a foolish
grin on my face. The boys had stripped naked and were laying,
sound asleep, in a tangled ball on the couch. The heat from the
plates finally soaked through the pot holders and I quickly set
them down before my hands got burned.

I went over to the couch and gently woke the boys up, giving each
of them a kiss as their eyes fluttered open. I sent them into the
hall bathroom to wash their faces and take a pee and they headed
that way, rubbing the sleep out of their eyes. An hours nap and
they'd be up half the night.

They came out of the bathroom bright and eager for dinner. I sat
there eating my portion of the meal, watching them shovel it away
and wondering what it was going to be like trying to feed them
when they became full-fledged teenagers. Maybe I should buy some
stock in General Foods. I watched the boys polish off the last of
the food and asked them if they wanted me to make some more.

The boys looked at each other and then Billy asked, "Is there
desert?"

I told them there was and the boys looked at each other again.
This time Davy looked back to me and answered, "No, Sir. We're
pretty full and dessert will be all we need."

Smiling to myself I thought how wonderful it was how quickly the
boys were growing together and even developing a secret language
that only twins and special brothers sometimes had between them.
"Okay. Will you boys please clear the table and bring in the
desert from the refrigerator?"

"Yessir!" they chorused as they wiggled out of their chairs. They
quickly stacked the dirty dishes and carried them out to the
kitchen. Billy returned shortly with a damp dishcloth and the
small wastebasket from the utility room. He cleaned the crumbs off
the placemats and wiped down the table. I heard Davy knocking
things about in the kitchen and wondered what he was doing until I
heard the Mixmaster start up. Davy had nagged me until I finally
started teaching him some simple cooking, and I knew that he was
adding his own special touch to our deserts. I'd prepared
cantaloupe halves filled with fresh cherries and blueberries. The
boys soon came back out of the kitchen, Billy carrying their
deserts and Davy carrying mine to me. He'd made some beautifully
white and stiff wiped cream and had put a big dollop in the middle
of each dessert, decorating the white pile with a sprinkling of
blueberries with a cherry on the peak. Then he'd dusted the whole
thing with fresh ground nutmeg. The boy had a very creative touch
with food, and I was very proud of him.

He set my dessert down with a flourish that nearly landed it on
the floor. <sigh>. We saved the dessert and I put my hand on
Davy's shoulder and kissed his forehead. "I'm very proud of you,
Davy. You've made our desert wonderful." I notice a smear of
whipping cream on his face and picked up my napkin and wiped his
face. "A good cook..."

"...Always tests his food." he finished with me, a big smile on
his face.

I glanced over at Billy and saw the same glistening smear on his
face. I winked at him and we grinned at each other. "And the table
looks really nice, Billy. Thank you."

Still not used to being complemented for his work, Billy blushed,
but quietly answered, "Thank you, Daddy."

I kissed Davy's cherry-red lips and then licked him. "Yum! Nice
and sweet." I swatted his naked little butt. "Let's eat this
before I starve!"

Smiling, proud of himself, Davy walked around to the table to
where Billy was standing by his chair, waiting for Davy before he
sat down. Davy stopped and kissed Billy, licking his face in the
process, and being licked back just as avidly. Together, they
said, "Yum! Nice and sweet." I made up my mind right then to show
them how to make little boy sundaes sometime.

We all laughed and the boys quickly got in their chairs and dug
into what proved to be a delicious dessert --- that didn't last
very long. Davy's final touches had turned a good dessert into
something wonderful.

I finished my dessert and Davy said, "Daddy, It's eight o'clock.
Why don't you go watch your news. Billy and me will do the dishes,
okay?"

I walked around the table and rubbed both boys backs. "Thank you
boys. That's very thoughtful of you. Be sure to clean up all the
wiped cream, it won't keep in the refrigerator." Both boys grinned
at each other and then at me. As they looked up at me I leaned
down and kissed both of them on the forehead. Patting their backs
I went into the living room to watch my news program. I kept
hearing barely suppressed giggling and the clashing of dishes from
the kitchen, but, luckily, no sounds of breaking crockery.

The weather report was just starting when I heard the electric
dishwasher start up and the boys came into the living room, Davy
leading his somewhat reluctant younger brother by the hand over to
me. "Daddy, Billy made a mess." I questioningly raised my eyebrow
and Davy maneuvered his brother over in front of me, making him
bend over at the waist. Pointing to his brothers narrow little
butt, Davy said, "See!"

I bent forward and looked more closely, the boys entire butt crack
had been lathered with what appeared to be wiped cream, a cherry
stem sticking out of his little butthole. Gruffly, I said, "Billy!
How could you be so careless? I guess you expect me to clean this
mess up now, huh?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I've been a careless boy. Will you please clean
me up?" the, just barely, contrite boy answered, his brother
covering his mouth to keep from busting out laughing. I gave Davy
a stern look before pushing Billy forward so that he had to catch
the edge of the coffee table to support himself. I nudged the boys
feet further apart and slid off the couch to sit on the deep-pile
rug between his spindly, knobby-kneed legs. Let me tell you up
front that munching on a deliciously sweet and mobile boy-butt is
NOT conductive to trying to watch the daily weather report.

No matter how I held him, I couldn't keep that boy still. He kept
whipping his tight little behind back and fourth or up and down
across my highly active tongue, making all sorts of odd sounds the
entire time. None-the-less, and despite much adversity, I finally
managed to remove every trace of that sticky/slick/smooth
sweetness from the boy. I finally had to grip the boys peanut-
sized nuts between my thumb and forefinger to get him to hold
still long enough to extract his cherry. I locked my lips over his
little puckered rosebud and used my tongue and gentle motions of
my teeth to evulse the wiry stem and its attached sphere. The boys
lips swelled roundly and then opened to surrender their gift into
my mouth. I held the cherry in my teeth, my lips still caressing
the boys opening as my tongue pulled the stem from the sweetly
bitter fruit. Tucking the stem in my cheek I crushed the juicy
symbol of the boys offering between my teeth and separated the
flavorful pulp from hard pit.

Using my tongue, I moved the pit into my cheek with the stem and
began to reinsert the pulp into its source. Billy raised up on his
toes arching his hips up into my face, his little nether mouth
fluttering opened and closed around my laboring, insinuating,
invaginating tongue. Joyfully, lustfully, Billy and I worked
together to stuff the tart pulp back into its source. Billy
strained his legs and worked his butt frantically against my face,
seeking every bit of stimulation he could get from me and the
intruding pulp. With a bursting high-pitched scream the boy
clamped my tongue within him with unopposeable power as a final
powerful orgasm overwhelmed him with glory. Shuddering and quaking
he rode the crest of the wave of pleasure until he hung limply,
only my hands supporting his stunned and exhausted body.

I gently extracted my tongue from the now flaccid sheath and
rotated the limp body onto the couch and arranged him in a
comfortable position, his eyelids fluttering and a soft, very
satisfied, moan filling the air with contented pleasure. Turning
back to Davy I saw my son staring at me, his penis throbbing and
wide-eyed amazement enlivening his sweat shining face. "Have you
been a bad boy and gotten yourself all messy too?" I asked.

Eyes opening even wider, the boy gasped for air and was only
barely able to nod his agreement.

Pointing in front of me I said, "Assume the position!"

Fearfully, eagerly, the boy moved in front of me, spreading his
legs wide and leaning forward to grasp the edge of the low coffee
table. He rotated his butt up, exposing the shining mess coating
his gloriously glaborus globes, a thin green/brown stem protruding
from the vertical slit of his partially trained love chute.

Putting my hands on the boys back to fold him down into the
position I wanted him in, I put my thighs against the insides of
his legs and my arms across the outter sides of his legs,
effectively trapping him in place with his butt exposed in front
of my face. The boy began to tremble all over as the very tip of
my tongue began to trace patterns in the sticky mess on his smooth
globes. I took my own sweet time cleaning him up and by the time I
finally began to play with the cherry stem sticking out of his by
then puffy nether-lips the boy was panting and gasping for breath
as he strained against his fleshy bonds and begged me for release.
I couldn't take it any more myself and whirled the boy around and
laid him across his brothers belly where the little blond lay doe-
eyed watching me torture his new brother with my tongue.

I scrambled up on my knees behind the boys, my eager, slime
drooling organ swollen beyond belief and wagging from side to side
between my spread thighs. I looked down between my legs and
hunched forward, forcing my ooze-slick cockhead against the boys
spit glistening lips. With barely a pause I grabbed my son's
shoulders and drove his cherry completely up inside of him in one
long, smooth slide. He moaned and bucked under me, begging me to
fuck his cherry ass. To fuck him deep and hard and long. Billy's
thin voice urged me on as well, "Fuck him Daddy. Fuck him good,
Daddy."

"Please, Daddy," Davy cried. "Please, Daddy! Please fuck me good
and hard, Daddy."

I couldn't believe how good it felt to be up inside of my son. His
little butt and arms clutched at me eagerly as his thighs spread
widely before me giving me complete access to his tight little
hole. I scrubbed my pubic hair against his tender little bottom
causing him to arch his back and beg me for more. I hunched
against him several times to make sure I was completely buried in
his warm and liquidly agile guts before withdrawing to begin a
series of long-dicking thrusts into his accepting butt.

Billy urged his brother on, hugging and kissing him and telling
him to take my dick deep even as he urged me on to fuck his
brother deeper, harder, and faster. Every thrust into the boy
lifted him from the couch and Billy had to hold onto him strongly
to keep him in place as I started to pick up the speed and
strength of my thrusts. Billy took advantage of Davy's bouncing up
and down to scooch around underneath him until they were lined up,
lips eagerly bruising lips as they kissed each other in adolescent
passion.

Billy got his legs up over Davy's thighs, which I had spread with
my own thighs for access, and I could feel my balls bouncing off
his spread butt every time I'd fuck into Davy.

"Fuck me too, Daddy. Fuck my butt too!" I heard Billy beg in his
high-pitched voice. I leaned back, continuing my stroking into
Davy and saw two little buttholes lined up under me. One stretched
wide with cock and the other pulsing in need. Grinning, I pulled
back until only the very tip of my cock was spreading Davy's eager
little hole. Teasing the panting boy, tickling the entrance to his
fuck needy channel, I asked, "Well, Davy? What do you think?" The
consternation on the boys face, his openly apparent confusion
almost made me laugh out loud. "Well, what do you think, Davy?
Should I fuck Billy too?"

Davy's thoughts flitted transparently across his face. Lust, the
desire to keep my cock to himself, his need to be royally reamed,
jealousy, unfulfilled passion. I couldn't believe how proud of him
I was when he said, "Yes, Daddy. Billy needs it as bad as I do.
Fuck Billy, Daddy. Give him your dick up his ass."

I leaned all the way down and managed to reach Davy's lower lip
and grab it between my teeth as I laid my belly down on his butt
and back and hunched my cock back up inside his flaming ass.
Davy's tongue lashed against my mouth as my lips sought to kiss
him and suck on his lower lip as I withdrew from his ass and my
throbbing cock dropped down and found the other tight hole beneath
us. I drove forward and Davy and I frantically kissed as Billy
wailed his pleasure into our ears.

Billy twisted his head around and sought to join the osculating
lips above him. I surrendered the bruised lips to the eagerly
seeking boy and leaned back up on my extended arms. The boys,
laying belly to belly, hugged and kissed and thrust their stiff
little cocks together. Davy held Billy's legs upthrust into the
air with his widespread thighs as I focused on the two holes
facing my lust. Fucking from one hole to another as the urge moved
me, I fucked both boys until they were both frantically hunching
each other and avidly exposing themselves to my slamming attacks.

I don't know if it was the sensations from my deeply pleasured
cock or the vision of the two boys offering themselves to the big
cock that moved so eagerly from hole to hole, but within minutes I
began to come, plunging deeply into one hole and blasting a long
streamer of hot man seed into the clutching channel only to
quickly withdraw and plunge deeply into the other hole in time for
the next tidal wave of male heat to erupt, my cock moving from
hole to hole as though it had a mind of its own, never missing a
stroke or a chance to penetrate one or the other of the now
wailing, thrashing, orgasming boys.

I finally collapsed on top of the boys and drug them down to the
floor with me, landing on my back with both boys on top of me,
hugging and kissing me, thrusting against my belly to finish their
orgasms as their agile hands caressed my face and tried to gain
control of my lips as my hands gripped their tight asses, a rigid
middle finger penetrating each boy so I could continue to fuck
both of them as I worked the last of my orgasm against their legs.
Trembling, gasping, clutching at each other and twisting rigid
against each other, we tried to express the love we felt for each
other. Billy had become, in this short time, just as important as
my natural son to me. I still had my doubts about having sex with
the boys and felt overwhelmed by their desire for sexual congress
with me and each other. Swamping that was a deepset desire to love
the boys as my sons, as children to nurture and protect and care
for in every way. To give them whatever part of me they might need
to grow and develop and become men themselves. If I could never
have sex with either boy again it would not affect my need to be
their father.

I started to cry with the release of tension and confusion. Both
boys held tightly to me, asking me what was wrong, had they hurt
me? I tried to explain but could only blubber almost meaningless
parts of what I needed to say. Both boys kept assuring me that
they loved me and that they loved having sex with each other and
with me and that I was making them very happy and to please don't
cry.

I managed to get myself under control, feeling kind of silly but
amazed at how protective and caring of me the boys were. I
struggled to my feet, holding a boy to each hip, a hand covering
each ass and a finger still stuck up each butt. The boys wrapped
their long gawky legs around my middle and started talking to each
other as if I wasn't even there:

"Daddy's got a finger stuck up my butt!"

"Yeah. He's got one stuck up my butt too!"

"Daddy's being nasty!"

"Yeah. I think he wants to fuck us again."

"Yeah. I'll bet he does!"

"I think we should hold him down and fuck him instead!"

"Yeah. Let's hold him down and rape him!"

I looked at both boys in amazement. Laughing, I bounced them up
and down on my fingers. "Oh yeah? You and what fucking army?"

High-pitched giggles followed four arms as they released their
grip around my neck and twenty wire-hard fingers attacked my sides
and armpits. Laughing, twisting and turning, trying to avoid the
tickling little fingers that were attacking me like a nest of
angry hornets, I charged down the hallway into the boys room.
Dumping them on the nearest bed, I slapped each little ass as they
bounced up from the mattress.

"Enough!" I demanded. "You boys get yourselves cleaned up and
lubricated. I still have a surprise for you, or are to too tired
and need to go to bed?"

Both boys assured me that they weren't tired at all and really
wanted the surprise I'd promised them. I told them to take a quick
shower together and to lube each other up really good and to wait
on their bed until I came back and to not peek outside of their
room. They both promised so I kissed them and headed for my own
bedroom, closing their door firmly behind me.



****



When I opened the door to my bedroom Will was still sound asleep.
I sat down beside him and gently rubbed his back. He moved around
a little bit and then turned his head to face me, his eyes
fluttering open. "I'm glad to see you weren't a dream," he said.

"I'm not," I smiled. "Are you?"

"I hope not. Were you serious about getting together? I mean...
about being like brothers and all?"

"Never more serious in my life. But we still have one more hurtle
to cross..."

"My son..."

"And mine. We need to see how the boys react to this."

Taking a deep breath, and letting it sigh out, he said, "Yeah. But
I'm scared, Bob."

"Me too, Will. Me too. But you realize that the boys welfare comes
first, don't you."

"That's what scares me, Bob. You have to promise me, if Billy
want's to stay with you, that you'll always take good care of
him..."

Tears were welling up in Will's eyes. I gathered him to my chest
and felt the hot tears coursing down my chest. Rubbing his back, I
'shush, shush, shush'ed him. "You really love him, don't you,
Will?"

"Yes. He was always so perfect. I just wanted to hold him and love
him and be someone he could look up to and respect."

"And love?"

A fresh burst of tears presaged his, "Yes, and love me. I needed
his love so badly. I wanted him to love me so much."

"Will," I said, pulling his head back so I could look at him.
"Your son loves you. Much more than you understand. Now go pee and
wash your face. The boys are waiting."

Will kissed my chest and struggled up to his feet. He stood there,
not knowing what to say. I swatted his ass and told him to go wash
up. I heard him pee and he came back from the bathroom a couple of
minutes later, his face washed and his hair wet and combed. I got
up and took his hand, leading him down the long hallway like he
was a little boy.

Outside of the boys room I dropped Will's hand and pushed his nose
up against the wall next to the door to the boys room. "You just
stay here until I come get you. Think about what you're going to
say to our boy."

"Yes, Sir... and... Bob?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

I turned his head towards me and kissed him, then put his nose
back against the wall. "No problem, Little Brother. I love you."

Then I opened the door and walked into the boys room, carefully
closing the door behind me.



*****



The boys were deeply involved in a Super Nintendo game when I
entered the room but Billy heard me and turned around and said,
"Hi, Daddy!"

"Hi, Boys!"

Both boys dropped their game controllers and scrambled over to me.
I turned just in time to get pushed down on the bed in the rush
instead of onto the floor. Two boys crawling up into my lap,
hugging me and trying to kiss my lips at the same time. I swatted
two little butts and sternly said, "Hey, hey, hey! Have a little
respect for your elders!" Both boys laughed at me, but settled
right down, so I gave both of them a big kiss, Billy first and
then my Davy.

"Boys, I need you to calm down because I have something serious to
talk to you about."

"Okay, Daddy," "Sure, Dad," they said, settling down on my thighs
and snuggling up to me. "What is it, Daddy," Davy asked.

I put my arms around the boys, holding their warm bodies up
against me. After a pause, I said, "Look, I really don't know
where to start..."

"Start at the beginning, Daddy. That's what you always tell me to
do." Davy said, Billy nodding in agreement.

Hoisted on my own petard, I smiled at the boy and kissed the tip
of his nose, then turned to Billy and kissed his forehead. "You
boys are right, as usual." I took a deep breath and then
continued. "OK. Davy, have you told Billy about Uncle Willy?"

Davy nodded and Billy said, "He was your little brother, and he
died, so we're not supposed to talk about him, right?"

I know the pain must have crossed my face, but the love for these
boys, and their concern for me was there too. "No, boys. Never. I
don't want anyone to ever forget about Willy, or be afraid to talk
about him. He was a wonderful person and I know both of you boys
would have loved him, just like I did."

Billy hugged me tight, "We just didn't want to hurt you or make
you feel sad, Daddy."

I kissed Billy's forehead again and, tears collecting in my eyes,
hugged both boys. "Thank you boys. I love you so much."

The boys just hugged me back and quietly held me until I cleared
my throat. "Listen boys. You know that I enjoy playing with you
and having sex and everything, and I hope that never changes. But
I've also been without a mate for a long time. I need someone
special in my life, someone my own age, like you guys have each
other. Do you guys understand?"

Billy stuck his finger in his mouth, like he did when he was
insecure, and nodded. Davy smiled and asked, "Have you found
somebody to love, Daddy?"

"I love you guys. But, yes. I've found someone my own age that I
love, very much. I want him to be my little brother, and my lover.
Do you guys understand?"

The boys looked at each other. Davy just nodded and Billy spoke up
this time, "Sure, Daddy. We understand. It's like you love Davy
and me, but because we're your sons, and you love Uncle Willy, but
he's dead, so you want someone to pair with, like Davy and me,
right?"

Exactly right, Billy. You have it exactly right."

"But why ask us, Daddy? It's your choice." asked Davy.

"Well, yes. It is my choice, Davy. But it's you guys' choice too.
He'll be living here and he'll be like an uncle to you guys, so
you have a right to agree or disagree with his coming here also."

"That's silly, Daddy," Davy said, " you're the Daddy and you make
the decisions."

"Yeah, Daddy. That's the way it is!" echoed Billy.

"No, boys. That is not how it is. Oh, I'm the daddy. And I do have
the last word, about some stuff anyway. But this is a family
decision and all of us have to agree to it or it's no-go!"

The boys stared at each other and then Billy asked, "You mean,
that if either one of us says 'No', you won't love this guy any
more?"

"Well, I'll probably still love him, but he won't be part of our
family and he won't live here."

"You'd do that, for us?"

"Absolutely! We are all part of this family and we all agree to
family decisions together, or we don't do it!"

The boys looked at each other and then both of them gave me a huge
hug, or, as Billy said, "The most biggest hug ever".

Davy was the spokesman this time. "When do we get to meet him,
Daddy?"

"He's waiting out in the hallway. Would you like to meet him now?"

Billy put his hand in his lap, covering himself, "Naked?"

I laughed. "Well, he's naked too, Billy. If he's going to be your
uncle, you'll want to know what his dick looks like, won't you?"

"And tastes like?" Davy teased.

Billy blushed, but looked eagerly at the door, as if he could see
through it and get a peek at the new genitals in the family.

Davy perked up, staring at the door too. "Daddy, can we see him
now?"

"You want to see him, or meet him."

Davy got flustered for a second, but then laughed and punched me
in the ribs. "Quit teasing, Daddy. We want to meet your friend."

"Okay. But I need to tell you boys something first. My friend,
'Will' is his name, has done some pretty stupid things in the
past. Some things he's pretty ashamed of. So I'm going to need you
guys to help me deal with that. Okay?"

"You mean he's done bad things daddy?" Davy asked.

"No, not really bad things, just not very smart things. He thought
he was doing the right thing, but it ended up being the wrong
thing."

"Like, he made a mistake? Is that what you mean, Daddy?" asked
Billy.

"Yes, Billy. He made some bad mistakes. Do you think you can
forgive him for that?"

Billy thought for a minute. "Well, Daddy, when Davy or me makes a
mistake you always say that we have to do our best to fix it and
then it's all over. You mean like that?"

"Exactly like that, Billy."

"Well sure, then. That's only fair."

"You too, Davy?"

"Sure, Dad. That's the only fair way."

"Good!" I lifted the boys off my lap and sat them on the bed.
"I'll bring Will in now."

I got up and opened the bedroom door. Leaning against the doorjamb
I put my hand out to Will, "It's time, Will." He looked panicked,
ready to run. "It's going to be okay, Will. Trust me."

Will fearfully took my hand. I smiled at him and gripped his hand
tightly. "It's going to be okay, Will. Really it is!" I leaned
back and lead Will into the boys bedroom.

Davy's eyes flickered up and down Will's tall, lean, athletic
frame and centered on the completely shriveled, but still heavy,
sex organs. A gleam of lust filled his eyes and I could see him
already thinking up things to do with the beautiful adult body in
front of him. He smiled and said, "Yum!"

Billy's eyes got hugely round as he realized just exactly who
"Will" was. It was obvious that Will couldn't see or hear anything
else in that room except his panic stricken son who gasped out,
"Daddy!"

Davy looked quickly at Billy and then at me and Will's frozen body
again, questions written all over his face. I signaled him to sit
still and focused my attention on Billy. I explained to the boy
about his mother and what had happened in Germany and about how
his father had always loved him but was afraid of doing the wrong
thing. About how sometimes people do the wrong thing for the right
reasons. That his father had always loved him very, very much and
just didn't know how to show it. Billy was back in my lap, holding
on to me tightly and crying against my chest by the time I'd
managed to explain to him how his father felt about him and why
he'd pulled back and hidden his feelings from his son.

"But why didn't he just tell me, Daddy?" Billy cried.

I could see that it hurt Will to have his son call me "Daddy"
right in front of him. That it made him realize how much I had
replaced him in his sons thoughts and emotions. Made him realize
how far he had to go to regain his son's love and affection.

"Sometimes adults don't believe that kids are able to think for
themselves, and we treat kids like property, Billy. Sometimes we
don't believe that boys are able to make up their own minds about
what they want, that boys can love and be loved, and want to love
someone. Especially if that someone is an adult. Even more
especially if that love is sexual. Many people don't think that
boys your age know what they want or could really want to have sex
with each other, or with someone older than them."

"But, that hurt worse than anything when my daddy quit holding me.
I loved it when he'd hold me in his lap and I could feel his big
thing on my butt and his big arms around me. And then... and then
he wouldn't hold me any more, wouldn't even touch me. I thought
I'd been a bad boy for wanting him to touch me and hold me... and
feel his thing with my behind."

The boy was sobbing and crying uncontrollably, barely able to gasp
out the words that told of his pain and his loss. I held the
pitiful little body against my chest and signaled his father to
sit down beside me on the bed. Reluctantly, eyes full of tears,
Will finally obeyed me. I peeled Billy's arms off from around my
chest and moved him over into his fathers lap. Both Will and Billy
resisted me, but I was firm with both of them. Billy finally
looked up into his fathers eyes and both of them burst in to
uncontrollable tears, clutching at each other like they were lost
in hopeless desperation.

I looked over to Davy, who had remained silent and kept out of
what was happening, but his eyes were full of tears and he looked
bewildered. I stood up and scooped him up into my arms and carried
him over to Billy's bed and sat down with him cradled in my arms.
Davy wiggled around until he was sitting on my thigh again, one
hand holding my penis and the other gently rubbing my chest as we
watched father and son holding each other and crying their hearts
out. We watched them go through the crying to trying to apologize
to each other. Then to kissing to make amends, only the kissing
quickly changed to passion and then suddenly both stiffened in
fear.

"Come on, Davy," I said as I stood up. "It's time we helped out."

Davy slid down to his feet, still holding my penis, and looked up
at me. "I think they should have sex, Dad. Do you think so?"

I grunted in thought, and then agreed with a curt nod of my head.

"I'll help Uncle Will, Daddy. You help Billy, okay?"

I put my hand on my son's shoulder and smiled down at him. Bending
down, I kissed his lips and then ruffled his hair as I stood back
up. "Sometimes you're the smartest one in this family, Davy."

Pulling on my dick, he said, "I'm ALWAYS the smartest one in this
family, Daddy. So smart that most of the time I don't even let you
notice it!" Pulling on my cock again, he led me over to the other
bed, bemusedly wondering just how much truth there was in what my
son had just said. Davy dropped my cock and climbed up on the bed
and draped himself over his new uncles back, his hands seeking
out, and latching onto Will's paps.

"Do you still love Billy, Uncle Will?"

Startled, Will pulled back and turned his head until, awkwardly,
he could look at Davy's face. "Yes. I've always loved him, more
than anything in the whole world."

"Do you think you could love me too?" Davy asked the disconcerted
man.

Will just blinked his eyes and stared, shocked, not knowing what
the hell to say.

Davy, knowing perfectly well that he had Will totally confused and
off-center, leaned forward and gave him a wet, sloppy kiss all
over his mouth, finally sticking a finger into Will's mouth to get
him to open up enough for Davy to slide his tongue into the
startled man. I had knelt down in front of them and grinned at
Billy, who was watching Davy and his father with avid interest.

"You going to let Davy get away with that?" I asked.

In a semi-trance, Billy shook his head and reached up to grasp his
fathers chin. He managed to pull the mans face away from his
brother and was soon showing his father how enthusiastically he
could kiss. I noticed that his little pecker was totally erect and
was soon joined by another, much larger erection reaching up
between his thighs.

Davy and I managed to move Will and Billy around until Will was
laying on top of Billy, their mouths and tongues working intensely
to make up for years of longing and neglect. I moved Billy's legs
up as Davy lubricated Will's now massive erection and placed it at
the entrance into Billy's  body. As pressure dimpled the opening
both Will and Billy seemed to come to their senses, suddenly very
much aware of what was happening.

"Please, please............?" Billy began. Turning to me he asked,
"What do I call him, Daddy?"

"How about 'Uncle Will' for right now, Billy. How does that
sound?"

Turning back to face his father, Billy said, "Please, Uncle Will.
Please fuck me now. I've wanted you to fuck me for so long. Please
fuck me now."

Crying. Nose stopped up and tears streaming down his face, the
athletically muscled man held himself rigidly arched up over his
son, afraid his weight would hurt the much smaller person. Afraid
of the intensity of his feelings for his son. Afraid to release
the emotions and passions that he had kept so well hidden for so
long. He loved his son. Deeply. Totally. So completely that even
being near his son terrified him. His boy was so perfect. Bright.
Springy. Alert and loving. Full of energy and good cheer. Always
willing to try and help with any project or chore. It terrified
Will how much his boy was like the perfect dream he'd always had
of how his perfect son would be, and how easily he could destroy
that perfection by letting the boy see the perverted and awful
feelings he had for the beautiful boy.

He'd admitted his inadequacy as a father to the powerful man
laying in the same bed next to him and his naked son. He'd
submitted to another man finally, admitted that he wanted another
to be in charge and to use him as he was supposed to use a woman.
To let him release the anxiety and tension of having to "perform".
And the man HAD used him as a woman, and he had LOVED it, and
wanted the man to love him that way again --- and again and again
--- as he had obviously used his son. His beautiful perfect son.
The man's massive cock had obviously been, not only inside of the
father, but inside of the son as well. And, like his father, the
boy was equally obviously eager to be fucked again and again and
again by the powerful man he now called 'Daddy'. His son! His boy!
Calling another man 'Daddy!' His heart hurt with the pain of
having lost his son. Of not being the father the boy deserved.
This man obviously WAS the man the boy needed. Both of the boys
obviously worshiped this big bear of a smoothly furred masculine
powerhouse --- as he was beginning to himself.

The oddest thing was that even though he had been used like a
woman is used, he didn't feel like a woman. He felt more complete
as a man than he had ever felt before. He had submitted to the
burly man now watching him, but had somehow retained his
masculinity. He was going to have to spend some time trying to
understand this. Obviously, everything he had been taught in his
lifetime was not true. Otherwise how could his son be laying
underneath of him, wanting to have sex with him --- just as he
desperately wanted the closeness with his son --- and yet, neither
of them was surrendering his masculinity. In fact, he had never
felt so masculine in his life. Arched over the eager lad beneath
him. Cock harder and more rampant than it had ever been in his
entire life. The tension in his muscles spreading the pleasant
ache in his anus over his quiveringly taut body. Sweat beaded his
forehead as he envisioned giving his eager son the same pleasant
ache in his anus.

"Billy. I... I love you. I love you so much. I want to do this
with you, but I'm afraid."

Spindly long-boned arms snaked up around his neck as the gangly
boy legs reached up around his waist and the boy pulled himself up
to hug the adult torso. Will felt the peach-bud lips caress his
much fuller and more swollen lips and the jabbing of a tiny,
sharp-pointed little tongue against the crack between his lips.
Sighing, he relaxed his jaws and the agile tongue of the impatient
boy slid between his lips to fondle his slick teeth and then dart
between the ivory castellans to probe the hot slickness of his
sires mouth. A much larger and more solidly build beast awakened
from the dank floor of the penetrated cavern. Quickly wrapping
around and overpowering the much weaker intruder, the heavy mass
slithered after the retreating tenderness of the sweet morsel and
filled the clasping cavity. Will's mouth dropped open, his lips
completely covering the small mouth below him and his head turned
a bit to the side as he felt a small hand lift his heavy erection
to another warm and receptive opening. As he drove his tongue into
the grasping suction of the small mouth of his son --- the boy who
was the product of his loins and deepest urges, the boy who seemed
to want him sexually even more than he had desired closeness to
his son, never realizing the sexual meaning of his yearning. The
boy clutched his father even tighter and suckled even more
ferociously at the swollen tongue as the oral stimulation
transformed itself into an urge in his loins that had him hunching
forward and sliding his hardness through the guiding hand of his
son's best buddy.

Moaning, tucking his hips up under his belly and straining his
loins forward  with all the power in his body, he felt his son
scream into his mouth as glorious warmth encompassed the hugely
swollen knob at the end of his cock.

Knowing that he had hurt the boy he loved so much the dazed and
lust-crazed father attempted to pull out of the cruelly stretched
anus of his son. Just as he started to move backwards the twin of
the hand supporting his shaft slid down his turgid length and
wrapped its little fingers around the loose skin just above the
large, mature orbs that generated his masculine essence. His
continued attempt to retreat was met with a tightening grasp that
pulled on the cords suspending his balls causing a deep-seated
pain that was matched in intensity with the begging of the boy
hanging from his neck and hips. Dropping his knees to the bed he
spread his knees to accommodate the hand squeezing his testicular
enclosure. Neither the begging of the boy beneath him or the hand
pulling at his ballsack kept him from trying to remove the widely
flared presence of his glans from the poor stretched entrance to
the little boys bottom.

"No, Papa. No! Please! Don't leave me. Put it in me, Papa!" begged
the boy trying to cleave onto his belly.

A loud 'CRACK' announced the arrival of an adult hand across his
buttocks with a burning sting that jumbled his thoughts.

"Why do you always refuse the boy what he wants? What he needs?
Why must you always refuse what you both need and want?" asked a
rumbling angry male voice.

Crying, Will dropped to his elbows and took his boys head in his
gentle hands, "I don't want to hurt you, Billy. I never, ever want
to hurt you. I love you more than anything, Billy, and I never
want to hurt you."

"Then don't leave me alone, Daddy. Don't abandon me again..."

Shocked. Holding his breath in disbelief, trying to understand
what the boy was saying.

The hand holding Will's ass released its grasp and, mere seconds
later landed with a resounding impact that turned the flesh under
it white with pain and then flaming red. "This is your last
chance, Will. Either prove to your son that you love him or quit
hurting him and get out of his life forever!"

Dazed. Stunned with sudden understanding, Will finally understood.
By refusing to touch his son, by refusing all personal contact and
warmth, he HAD been rejecting his son. Hurting him worse than any
possible physical pain could. Like telling the flesh of his body
that he had no use for it, he had tried to separate himself from
what needed to be a part of himself. He had tried to separate this
product of his love from the love he felt for the boy and was
destroying the love they had for each other in the process. Now
the boy needed a physical demonstration of love to reaffirm what
should have been understood between them.

Crying out in the pain of his realization, Will turned his son's
head until the boy was forced to look into his eyes. Huskily, his
voice broke forth, "I'm sorry, Billy. Son! I have always loved
you. I've always loved you so much that I was afraid of hurting
you with my love. Please, please let me love you, son."

As father and son stared deeply through each others eyes deep into
their innermost needs, the boy opened himself willingly to his
sire who gently, hesitantly, carefully, searching for the least
sign of pain or rejection... inserted himself into this frail
seeming young body. The huge size that his organ had swollen to
proving how much he loved and needed the boy... just as the boys
willing acceptance of all his father had to put inside of him
proved how much he truly needed and wanted his fathers love. A
lifetime of misunderstanding faded away as the ass clasping hand
and the two much smaller hands left the mans body so that pubic
hair could nestle against hairless flesh and grind into the
tenderness as the physical coupling of father and son was
completed and the true mental coupling and matching began.

In a rite as old as humanity, father shared with son the meaning
of sexuality and of life. Of the joining of two bodies in mutual
accord to bring deeper and more lasting understanding between two
people. Son helped father understand the need of a boy to know
about his body, and the body of his father, and of his father's
fathers. Society, culture, church and state, warped, misguided and
confused people unable to deal with the primitive reality of life,
aspiring to a higher 'truth' had refused to acknowledge what
father and son were discovering... that the bond between creator
and created is the most powerful and lasting bond a human is
capable of, the bond of God the creator and of the son, the
everpresent symbol and reality of the eternity which is created
--- and a bond which, when perverted by shame or disgust or
misunderstanding or simple foolishness, creates those persons
who's natural emotions of love and respect are denigrated to hate,
shame, disgust and misunderstanding of their fellow humans and so
create hatred, war and torture.

Healing began as the boy felt the crushing of the heavy pubic
patch against his bottom. The smile spreading across his face as
he realized that he could accept even his fathers massive organ
inside of himself brightened the entire room as if the sun had
arisen from the carpet and set the walls aflame. The fathers
realization of the happiness he was bringing his son brought a
joyous radiance to his face as he knew, finally, that his son was
like him and needed this physical expression of the love they had
for each other. Laughing and sighing with joy at the same time,
Will leaned his head down and covered his son's mouth with a
loving kiss as he ground his cock into the boys no longer frail-
appearing ass.

Sliding against each other, testing and carefully feeling each
other out, the two males murmured to each other as body met body
in mutual discovery... "OK?" "Ummmmm!" "Here?" Yeahhhhh! Like
this?" "Oh, yes. YES! Like that, like that." "Hee, hee, hee... how
about this?" "<gasp> Oh! OH! Oh my God, yes. Like that..." "How
about this?" "Ummmmm, yummy, Daddy. Do that again!" "Here" "Yes"
"OH YES!!! RIGHT THERE! DO IT AGAIN!!!!!" Like that?"
"squeeeeeeeeel!!!!!!!!!" "OH, SON! You're going to pinch it off.
Loosen up a little!" "Sissy! Can't take it, HUH?" "I'll show you
'can't take it' you little booger!" "Yes, Daddy! Yes! Yes! Harder,
Daddy! Fuck me, Daddy, Fuck meeeeeeeeeeee!"

The sounds of sweaty bodies slapping together covered the whimpers
of Davy as he suddenly felt abandoned and began to suck his thumb
like a little, little boy. Neither of the engaged lovers noticed
when Bob reached over and gathered the suddenly frightened boy to
his chest, entering his eager bottom as the boy settled himself
against his fathers chest and laid his head down on the bulging
pillow the mans biceps provided. Still sucking his thumb but now
secure in his fathers warm embrace, the boy watched his new
brother and Uncle Will learning to make love together. He decided
that he and his dad had a lot to teach the two, but that for right
now they were doing just fine. He smiled as he felt his father
filling him up with a good dose of warm pee and snuggled his
bottom down more securely into his dad's lap as he settled in to
carefully watch, just in case someone came up with something new.



Part ?



Some notes from Davy's diary:



Billy must have gone through ten or a dozen orgasms, twisting his
ass around his dad's big cock and thrashing around all over the
bed. Uncle Will carefully protected Billy when he was out of
control like that and I saw him using that big cock of his to
expertly give Billy the maximum pleasure. It was like Uncle Will
knew exactly how to use his man tool to give a boy exactly what he
needed and wanted. For sure, Billy kept begging him for more and
going from one spermless orgasm to another. Daddy was slowly
pumping my butt, and I loved it, but I knew that he was really
there with Billy and Uncle Will. I also knew that someday,
probably soon, Daddy was going to get Uncle Will and Billy in bed
and screw them both until they were out of control just like Billy
was right then. I wanted to be there when that happened and I knew
Daddy would figure out some way to make me a part of that too.

Uncle Will started apologizing to Billy, telling him that he just
had to cum and that he was sorry and he hoped that he wouldn't
hurt Billy. My brother started using awful language and told Uncle
will to shut the fuck up and screw his ass, to give him the hard
butt-fucking he needed and to quit being such a sissy and to use
that cock to really feed him some meat.

I understood Uncle Will's fear once I saw him start into his
orgasm. All I can say was that the man was magnificent! Nostrils
flaring like a stallions and the sweat just pouring off of him, he
took absolute, total control over Billy's body and fucked him
mercilessly. A bull rhino opening his cow's passage to his sperm
couldn't have been more powerful or in control and demanding of
submission. No quarter was given and none was asked for. Will
simply demanded total submission and gave Billy no option but to
open himself fully to the fierce onslaught. The lusty males hands
caressed and positioned the slight body beneath him and rode it to
glory without a care for the survival of either of them beyond the
immediate moment.

For his part Billy urged his father on every way he could and
demanded even more that the man was pounding into him. Daddy and I
didn't even notice, keeping our eyes on the magnificently rutting
pair next to us in bed, but Daddy rolled me over on my back
somehow and was trying to fuck my ass as hard as Uncle Will was
pounding Billy's. Their outrageous passion had us totally beat,
but it was still one of the best fucks my dad had ever given me.

When Uncle Will locked up against Billy and started grunting his
cum-juice into the now totally tenderized and fart sloppy guts,
Billy arched his back and went into such a major orgasm that I
actually saw some kind of crystalline white fluid being forced out
of his raging little boy boner. His face held in a rictus from the
overwhelming pleasures surging through his body, the boys tight
lips were deformed in a loud silent scream. His convulsions around
the intruding meat tube seemed to drive Uncle Will completely
around the bend. With a look of libidinous desperation, the
spending man attempted to keep up with the tight young body
thrashing around underneath of him, the massive contractions in
the small body encircling, clasping, constricting and controlling
the sanguineously driven male organ until the resplendent
masculine body seemed to be totally under the control of the sweet
little boy turned daemon. The two desperate lovers strove to
satisfy, complement and enhance their frantic partner, one
massively male and demanding and the other smooth, slight,
submissive... and very, very much in charge. Daddy started pumping
me full of hot juice right along with Uncle Will's tremendous
emission into Billy and I tried to join Billy on the path to
nirvana, clamping down on the beloved organ and giving Daddy
Dearest as much the same treatment as Uncle Will was getting as I
could. Billy's glazed eyes searched for me and I grabbed his hand
as the overwhelming effusion of male juice filled us both and
erupted around the pistoning shafts to glide smoothly down through
our widespread cracks to baste our backs with thousands of what
could have been our brothers and sisters. We finished our orgasms
together, each of us with our natural fathers mounted and riding
us to glory as we held each other in joy !



PART 8



Billy and I held hands and smiled at each other as we lay beneath
the hot, sweat-soaked bodies above us as they twitched and gasped
for breath. We may have been the submissive ones laying on the
bottom, each taking a big cock up our asses, but we well
understood the power we held. Before either man could regain his
senses enough to have thoughts of his own we rolled the
unresisting men over on their backs until they were lying side by
side with their legs hanging over the side of Billy's bed with us
sitting astraddle their quiescent loins. Daddy looked up at the
iniquitous glimmer in our eyes and just mumbled, "Oh, Jeeze!" as
he threw his arm over his eyes.

Uncle Will looked quizzically at my daddy and then got a startled
look, almost of fear, as Billy began the dance that I'd taught him
--- the one where his bottom and insides grab hold of the flaccid
organ trapped inside of him and force it to give him pleasure.
Uncle Will was soon moaning right along with Daddy as we rode them
as hard as they'd been riding us --- only we'd discovered that if
we didn't let the adult man recover from his orgasm all the way we
could get him to fuck us for a really long time without actually
cuming, which tried them because it gave them the same mixture of
pain and pleasure that they gave us when they first stuck their
big cocks up our asses and expected us to deal with an invasion by
something bigger around than our arms! We 'punished' them good.
Forcing them to take the fuck we were giving their cocks while we
gave ourselves outrageous pleasure. Billy wanted to show off his
daddy so we traded off and Billy guided his daddy's cock slickly
up my butt before climbing on top of daddy. He was right! It was a
great cock and I was hoping that I'd get to ride it lots of times.
We traded back and forth several more times after that, Billy
rolling me and his dad over once and giving his father a good
spanking for holding back and not giving me the fucking I
deserved. He didn't stop until his dad had tears streaming down
his face and had apologized to me.

Then Uncle Will held me underneath of him and gave me a really
good fucking while he kissed Billy over and over and promised that
he'd try to never disappoint the boy he loved so much ever again.

Later, we pulled the mattresses off of both beds and spent the
night in a tangle of arms and legs, hard cocks and soft holes. At
one point Daddy showed Billy and me how he liked to fuck Uncle
Will. Watching his daddy get screwed like that made Billy a little
crazy and he ended up sitting on his fathers face getting his
dick, balls and ass eaten all at the same time. Feeling left out,
and just a tiny bit insecure, I climbed up on my daddy's sweaty
back and glued myself to his hunching torso like I was a baby
monkey. Afterwards I tried to apologize to my daddy for
interfering like that... but he just gave me a huge kiss and tried
to tell me how wonderful it felt to him to have his son's warm
body cuddled up to his back at a time like that. He told me that I
must never... never, never, never feel left out of his love. That
anytime I needed him to just tell him, 'Daddy, I need you,' so
that he would know to come get me and hold me and protect me. In
return, I kissed him with all my heart and told him that anytime
he needed to be alone with Uncle Will or anyone else, that he
should just tell me. That I would understand and know that it
didn't mean he loved me any the less. Daddy called me his 'big
boy' and started to give me the best fucking of the night as Uncle
Will climbed up his back with a great big boner Billy had given
him and a really evil gleam in his eye. I could feel Daddy's dick
fill up even bigger when Uncle Will drove that big cock of his up
Daddy's ass. It was just as if Uncle Will's dick was filling up
the insides of Daddy's cock.

I didn't get to think about that much though because Billy came
over just then and needed some attention himself. He sat down on
my mouth and gave me his sweet little asshole to mouth and chew on
while Daddy leaned down and worked on the three inch boy dick and
tight little bag of peenuts while he screwed my ass good.

Afterwards, Daddy gathered all three of us into his arms and
called us his three good boys. Uncle Will kissed him on the lips
right in front of Billy and me and said, "Thank you, Big Brother."
Daddy just looked deep into Uncle Will's eyes and stroked his
beautiful hair. Tears suddenly welled in his eyes and the three of
us just quietly held him as he cried for the baby brother he still
missed so much.



*****



The next morning the two men woke up groggy and having to deal
with two eager and energetic boys. Limp cocks were no hindrance to
the boys as they continually played with their toys and tried to
suck on them while the men tried to wash themselves and the
perpetually mobile little scamps that insisted there was plenty of
room in the shower for all four of them. There was some discussion
about the truth of that statement, and a few butts got swatted,
but at least the major portion of the nights activities got washed
off before the men staggered off towards the kitchen to seek
medication. Davy had been the first one up and had gotten Mr.
Coffee busy before the men even woke up. Loud exclamations of joy
filled the air when the men smelled the already brewed coffee and
Bob said that since one of his boys had been thoughtful enough to
save his life that he'd put off strangling them until later in the
afternoon.

Everybody had a good laugh and the four naked males unself-
consciously started getting cups of coffee and squeezing fresh
orange juice and making breakfast. By unspoken agreement, the men
sat down at the kitchen table, their butts sticking to the vinyl
seats, and talked over their morning coffee while the boys got
breakfast started. Davy spilled some of the freshly squeezed
orange juice as he set it down in front of the quietly conversing
men. Daddy Bob mopped up the spill with his napkin and hugged his
son to his side, ruffling his hair and giving him a quick kiss as
he said, "Typical service around here. Fast, but sloppy." Swatting
the boys ass, he sent him back to work with a laugh that got even
happier when the boy wiggled his ass at him in defiance.

Davy got the waffles going while Billy got out the eggs and set up
the kitchen stool in front of the stove. "How does everyone want
their eggs? Scrambled, scrambled... or would you prefer them
scrambled?"

Bob looked at the puzzled look on Will's face and laughed, "He's a
great cook. He just doesn't have much of a repertoire yet!"

Will laughed and said, "Well, I guess I'll have mine over easy
then..."

"Yeah! And I'd like eggs Benedict," Bob said.

"That's what I thought," said Billy. "Two orders of scrambled eggs
coming up!"

The men laughed and were soon deep in their conversation again,
which was quietly interrupted when  the boys set down place
settings and a plate full of food in front of each man. The
conversation faltered as the men looked down and saw perfectly
yellow/browned waffles covered with fresh fruit in a warm cinnamon
sauce, broiled sausage patties and shiny-moist perfectly cooked
scrambled eggs. Wheat and rye toast was stacked on another plate
and several jars of preserves sat waiting with butter knives
beside them.

Their amazement was complemented when Davy crawled up into Will's
lap and Billy did the same with Bob. The naked boys made
themselves comfortable, quietly sitting on the men's naked laps
and leaning up against the broad manly chests. Will looked
questioningly at Bob who just smiled and kissed Billy's cheek and
said, 'Thank you for such a nice breakfast.'

Will quickly complied and kissed Davy on the lips, telling him how
nice it was to be served such a nice breakfast. Looking at the
plate and how much food it held, and noticing the dearth of place
settings he realized that he would be expected to feed the boy
sitting on his lap. Both boys were studiously quiet as they
listened to their fathers discuss how the household should be
arranged and how to handle financial matters and such. The men fed
themselves and the boys without any great fuss and it seemed to
all of them like they had been doing this for years, as, in fact,
they would do for many years to come. Their habit became that the
boys made breakfast and the adults held the boys and fed them.
Mornings were also for talking about whatever needed to be
discussed, school, work, things that needed to be purchased...
what ever was important to one of them was discussed with the
others and decisions made by all four of them.

In the middle of the meal Will realized that he was absentmindedly
fondling Davy between the legs. He blushed and quickly removed his
hand and tried to find someplace more appropriate to put the
offending member. Davy just sadly shook his head and used his own
hand to guide Will's big paw back over his crotch. Not only was
that the most natural and relaxed place for Will to put his hand,
but it was comfortable for Davy too, having the man touching him
and making him feel accepted while supporting him with the
encircling arm. Will realized that the touching had not been
sexual for either of them, but comforting and soothing. Kissing
the boy, he openly, consciously rubbed the boys smooth little peg
and fondled the loose bag of tiny boy balls. He smiled with the
happiness of knowing that he could freely answer any
inquisitiveness he might feel or imagine about either boy, and
could hardly wait to explore his sons body openly and thoroughly.
Oh, yes. Very thoroughly indeed. Davy felt the surge of the man
organ beneath his legs and understood the urges filling the man as
he stared, enraptured, at the slim profile of his son sitting in
the lap of a man he was becoming to love very deeply. Davy just
grinned and leaned his head back, mouth wide-open and making
cheeping sounds like a baby bird begging for food. Flustered, Will
broke out of his reverie and blushed as all three of his
tablemates started laughing.

The rest of the day was spent out by the pool. Quietly enjoying
the sun and water. Talking, discussing various topics of interest.
Will showed a lot of interest when Billy mentioned enemas, so they
took the time to go into the cabana and give Will a preview of
some of the games they could play in there. They gave Will a
double enema and then all three of them contributed to a final
piss enema for him that was interrupted when Billy got is little
erection into his father's ass and started crying and had to be
reassured by his father that he did love him, that he had always
loved him and wanted to love him forever and forever but that he'd
been really stupid and hoped that Billy could, and would, forgive
him. Billy went wild and started madly fucking his father and
begging him to never hate him again. Crying, ashamed of how he had
treated his son, Will spread himself open as wide as he could and
urged his son to make love to him. To please accept him and never
let him be stupid ever again. Dad and I held Will's legs back near
his shoulders for him so he could hug his son and help him have
the best sex possible.

Billy was very possessive of his dad for the rest of the afternoon
and Bob warned Davy to not feel left out or jealous. Davy just
pinched his dad's butt and winked at him, saying, "Hey, sailor. Is
that a flagpole, or are you putting the mast up so you can sail
into my heart? His dad just threw him into the swimming pool and
told him to mind his manners... which lead to a huge water fight
involving all four of them --- A & B against C & D, and then A, B
& C against D, and then B & C valiantly defending themselves
against the evil alliance of A & D.

The water fight produced some ravening appetites which quickly
lead to the gas bar-b-que producing some fat and juicy hamburgers.
The rest of the afternoon was slow and drowsy, the height of
excitement coming when Will gave Billy a long, slow, loving fuck
right into his tight little boy ass as they lay on one of the
chaise lounges. Watching Will as he finally asked Billy if he
could please touch his body and Billy's instant agreement, begging
softly for his father to please, please touch him all over and to
make him his son again, had tears in everyone's eyes, and I felt
the warmth of my Dad's tears dripping onto the back of my neck.

Will explored Billy's body as if he'd never seen another persons
body before. Hands trembling, hesitant, totally loving --- he
traced the shapes of the boys body, eyes gleaming and avid with
wonder. The tiny male paps were so small that the man didn't trust
the messages from his fingertips and used his much more sensitive
lips and tongue tip to explore and define the dusky brown spots on
his sons chest. He ended up licking and then sucking the little
joy-spots when he finally realized that he was not going to be
rejected, but rather, that the boy madly desired the stimulation
only he could bring the boy. He kissed the boy in thanks and ended
up caressing and kissing the beautiful young face more thoroughly
than it had ever experienced before in the boys life. Billy became
lost in the wonder of his sires loving attentions.

Teeth chewed at flexible ears as the strong tongue attempted to
worm its way into the minute ear channel. Failing to attain that
goal, the tongue started stroking the thin, finely formed throat
and kept lapping it's entire length until the boys chin was
pointed to the heavens and his back was rigidly arched and his
heels pounding on the forest green mattress. Hands spasmed into
claws, tendons rigid and exposed as the panting boy begged,
"Daddy!... Daddy!"

Kissing lips, licking eyes and probing nose. Kissing all over the
tear-stained face... licking under the jaw and back down the
throat... kissing... nibbling... sucking and blowing and... trying
to show his repressed wonder and love for his son... the father,
crying, tried to show how much he loved the boy.

Tears touched, and mingled. The boys arms wrapped around his
fathers head and he willingly exposed himself to his fathers
eager, intense explorations. Shrieking with pleasure between
clenched teeth, the boy went wild as the man, very much in control
of the bantam boy body, expanded his search to include shoulders
and arms and then an intimate, exhaustive exploration of each
finely crafted digit. Taking each finger, joint by joint through
the measuring lips and into the questing mouth where the phalange
was quite thoroughly examined by the agile tongue as ceaselessly
mobile hands explored the rest of the boys body... sliding over
slick flat surfaces and caressing the smoothly rounded curves and
then probing and exploring every crevice, crack and dimple until
the boys body was quivering, twitching and out of control with
desire for continued stimulation.

Billy went wild, totally out of control, madly convulsing and
flopping all over the thick cotton mattress as his sire discovered
the hairless scented hollows as he traveled back up the spindly
arms. He explored the intriguing pits most thoroughly and exactly,
taking his time and not missing the tiniest spot of flesh and
sucking up every speck of the delightful scent of boyhood. The
boys clamorous gyrations seemed to go largely unremarked upon by
the much larger and stronger man until one of his fingers probed
exploringly into the tight confines of a much more enclosed and
darker cave that the pit his face was buried in.

The finger elicited such a tempestuous reaction that the wondering
man just had to travel south to discover what all the excitement
was about. He laid an arm and shoulder across the boy to hold him
down in place as he peered netherwards between the boys flailing
legs where he spotted one of his thick digits being held tightly
by the edges of a small hole in the boys bottom. Smiling with the
delight of discovery, Will pushed the finger in and out of the
hole several times, watching carefully how the flesh clung to the
finger and moved in and out with the motion of the fickle finger
of fucking. Spitting down between the boys legs to help lubricate
the intruding finger, the man proceeded to give the boy a really
thorough finger fucking, stimulating the boy over and over for a
long time until the child was moaning and crying in exhaustion.

The man seemed to suddenly notice a rigid little peg and a
wrinkled, shrunken little brown bag. Licking down through the
sweaty, hairless groin seemed to revive the boys energy and the
more the man cleaned the smooth curves between the boys legs, the
more the boy seemed to recover from  his exhaustion. When the man
focused on plucking pellucid the petite peg of penile pleasure,
the poor panting pauper prayed profusely, praising papa's
productive palpations. Convulsing with an entire body orgasm, the
boys overstrained bladder released and the father sucked up spurt
after spurt of watery boy pee that burned its way up through the
rigid little cock as the boy shot the only fluid available to him
into his fathers warm, accepting mouth.

Crying, sobbing, collapsed exhausted, the boy was licked clean, a
finger still gently probing his ass and helping him to final,
total release as he ground his ass into the palm of the mans hand,
stirring his own depths with the intruding finger. As the man who
had sired him laid down beside him and started gently kissing him,
Billy wrapped himself around his father and said, "Daddy Bob is my
daddy now... but you are my father and I love you very, very much.
Please make love to me. Please? I need you, Papa..."

Crying, the man kissed his son and swore that he would never, ever
again avoid his responsibility as a father.

Wide-eyed, I was watching my new brother and my new Uncle, his
father. My own father was holding me with great love and
tenderness, but it was like I was floating. An observer.  There
but not there, part of it, but not part of it. Watching,
remembering so that I could write it all down later in an attempt
to truly understand.

In all the hugging and kissing and attempts at communication,
somehow, unbeknownst to either of them, they coupled once again
and the papa started proving to his boy how very, very much he
truly did love his son --- a boy who tried to show his father how
much he loved and needed him by accepting him fully inside of his
body with an eagerness seldom experienced on this Earth.

Dad and I watched... and I asked, "Daddy?  Do you love me as much
as Billy's daddy loves him?"

Daddy just held me while we watched Uncle Will and Brother Billy
make love to each other. When they had finally returned to Planet
Earth and our special little bit of back yard, Dad rolled me over
and proved to Uncle Will and his son, my brother Billy... and to
ME, that he loved me every bit as much as Will loved Billy.

Billy and Will watched for a while and then Billy came over and
started kissing me and telling me how much he loved me while Daddy
licked my neck and screwed my ass. A few minutes later, Will
trepidatiously came over to the other side of the chaise lounge,
looking timorously at, first me, and then Daddy. Dad reached up
behind Uncle Will's head and pulled his mouth over to his own
mouth. I, in my youthful wisdom, could tell that at that exact
moment, Uncle Will truly became Uncle Will, Daddy's younger
brother and lover. It felt like Uncle Will had come down from
heaven and touched Uncle Will, becoming part of him by giving him
the knowledge of how to become a part of Daddy, and his life.

Daddy started crying and then Uncle Will teared up and started
crying too. The next thing I knew Billy and I were crying and
Billy was wiggling down between Daddy and me until he could get
his butt around my stiffie. Uncle Will climbed up on Daddy's back
and I could feel his cock swell inside of me when Uncle Will
fucked that big long cock of his up inside of Daddy and started
giving him a really good fucking.

Billy was kissing me and I was fucking him as hard as Daddy was
fucking me while he was kissing Uncle Will and crying and getting
his ass screwed royally by his younger brother, who was the father
of my younger brother who I was screwing in time with his fathers
strokes into my dads ass and... we loved each other, and
gloriously burst into joyous completion together, Billy against my
belly and me into his ass as Daddy pumped a huge load into me
while accepting a replenishing load from Uncle Will who reached
down past both of us to desperately osculate with Billy and me
both.

We lay there in a dazed, exhausted pile of tangled limbs until
Daddy, slapping asses and taking names, got us all up and herded
us into the gazebo showers to lovingly clean each other up. I
won't go into the gory details, but leave well enough alone to
assure you that Billy and I left Uncle Will spotlessly clean,
inside and out, for whatever Daddy had planned for him during the
rest of the evening and night.

Dinner was very leisurely and informal. Served and eaten in front
of the television. One or more of us preparing a dish to serve to
the others, and when that one was finished, someone would prepare
another. Dinner was finished off when me and Billy brought out a
tray of whipping cream and various toppings and then knelt down on
knees and chests in front of the older men so they could prepare
their own favorite deserts. They didn't actually eat that much,
but they sure used up a lot of whipping cream as they traded back
and forth screwing the two sweet and innocent little bottoms being
presented to them. Billy and I tried to punish them for playing
with their food instead of eating it, but the men returned the pun
by taking us across their knees and "whipping the cream". We cried
"fowl!", but the men just traded little boys and went right back
to whipping our cream into a froth. The men finished off by adding
to the sticky mess in our rosy red bottoms, much to our entire
satisfaction.

Me and Billy kept comparing the redness of our butts as we were
being cleaned up for bed, both of us happy with the nice spankings
we'd taken and eager to get more whenever we could.

Daddy and Uncle Will took us into our bedroom and laid down on
Billy's bed with us, holding us on their chests to make enough
room for all four of us. They promised us to get a big enough bed
for our room so that we could have company and not be so crowded.
Then the four of us talked about how we wanted things to be. We
all agreed that things might, and probably would, change as time
went by, but that for right now we all wanted Bob to be the Daddy
and that Billy and me would call him "Daddy" and call Billy's
daddy "Uncle Will". This didn't mean that Uncle Will wasn't
Billy's father or that he didn't love Billy more than anything in
the world. It just meant that for right now Uncle Will was going
to be busy being Daddy's little brother and wouldn't have the time
to do all the father things he should be doing, but, as our Uncle,
he could be learning all the things he needed to know to be a good
father to us when he grew up finally. Daddy said that although we
could still spend nights together and have fun together whenever
we wanted too, that this was to be mine and Billy's my room and
that Daddy and Uncle Will would have their room together. We would
always be considerate and knock and ask permission before coming
into each others rooms. We also agreed that our family
arrangements were our own business and no one elses. Billy and Me,
or Daddy and Uncle Will could have overnight guests, but the whole
family had to agree before anyone could be invited to spend the
night. Any of us could invite friends over for dinner during the
week, but on weekends prior arrangements with the rest of the
family must be made so that everyone would know when they needed
to wear pants and keep their dicks out of each other.

Both me and Billy were disgruntled when Daddy and Uncle Will
kissed us good night and got up, tucked us in together and went to
their own bedroom. They purposely left our bedroom door open a
crack and left theirs the same way so that we'd know we weren't
being cut out, but that both they and us deserved our privacy when
we wanted it. All Billy or I, or Daddy or Uncle Will for that
matter, needed to do to ensure complete privacy was to get up and
close the bedroom door. When the sounds of squeaking bedsprings
and Uncle Will's deep, satisfied and happy moans filled the space
between our two beds, Billy and I giggled and then cuddled up
close together and drifted off to a peaceful and happy nights
sleep.



*****



Things went along pretty good for about a week except that it
seemed like Uncle Will was getting an awful lot of spankings and
that his ass pretty much stayed red. Daddy wasn't taking any shit
at all off of Uncle Will and several times made him sit down and
explain to Billy why he'd done a certain thing or acted a certain
way. Daddy kept checking with Billy and me to make sure we were
all right and that what he and Uncle Will were doing wasn't
upsetting us. Billy and I understood what was going on, and knew
it was important, so it really didn't upset us except one night
when Uncle Will really got an awesome licking and was made to
sleep out in the back yard by himself overnight. Mostly, we just
wished that Uncle Will had learned to love and be loved, to trust
and be trusted before he grew up. To Billy and me, that seemed
like something kids should learn while they were growing up.



The Wednesday after that first week Uncle Will called into his
office to check in and see if anything important was going on.
There was a couple of his clients that he had to call and take
care of, but one call seemed to upset him. He came in and asked
Daddy if he could make a long-distance call. Daddy put him across
his lap while us boys were still eating breakfast and gave him
five swats for asking a stupid question. This was his house now
and he should know that he didn't need permission to use the phone
unless he got himself restricted somehow. To illustrate his point,
Daddy asked me if I thought I needed to ask permission to make a
long-distance call. I just held up my hands and shrugged my
shoulders and said, "Daddy! I don't know anyone that lives that
far away"

Both men and Billy laughed and Daddy kissed Uncle Will and told
him to go make his call because he had a different use in mind for
his fine butt. Uncle Will blushed as Daddy fondled his high butt
cheeks and Billy and I made it worse by chanting, "Uncle Will's
going to get fucked! Uncle Will's going to get fucked!" Daddy
shushed us and slapped Uncle Will's behind and told him to go make
his call before he had to give all of us a spanking. Two boys got
busy eating their breakfast and Uncle Will went into the den to
make his call.

We were all out on the patio laying in the sun when Uncle Will
came out of the den. He seemed really distracted like he was
thinking a lot about something. After wandering around the house
aimlessly for a while he came to the patio door. "I need to call a
family meeting," he said.

One of the rules that we'd all agreed on was that any member of
the family could call a meeting of the whole family at any time to
discuss an issue that might concern only them --- or the whole
family. We would all discuss the issue and either come to a
solution by agreement, an open vote, or, if necessary, by a secret
vote where each of us had a white marble (yes) and a black marble
(no) and could drop them into a container without anyone knowing
how the others had voted.

Daddy told us to go get cleaned up and get into some clothes (we
were going out with some friends that afternoon) and then he took
off to get cleaned up himself. That was the quickest shower Billy
and I ever took together but we were still the last ones into the
Den. Daddy was wearing a terrycloth robe and Uncle Will had pulled
on a pair of white tennis shorts. We sat down quietly and waited
for Uncle Will to get his thoughts together. Taking a deep breath,
he looked directly at Billy and began.

"When I was in High School, just fourteen years old, I got my
girlfriend, just thirteen years old, pregnant. She had the baby
and our families made some arrangements and she and her parents
have been raising the boy. You have an older brother, Billy."

A pin dropping would have made a racket in the room. A stick of
dynamite couldn't have penetrated the shock. The look in Billy's
eyes was the same as it used to be before he realized that this
father really did love him.

Dad and me started cross-examining Will to get the story out of
him. The adults had taken charge and refused to even listen to
Uncle Will and his girlfriend. She was sent to Montana to live
with an aunt and Uncle Will was sent off to Military School and
not allowed to return home even for holidays. Uncle Will cried a
lot and Daddy held him when he told us about that part of his
life.

Until this afternoon he hadn't even known the sex of his child ---
or even if it had been born. The boy's mother had committed
suicide when the baby was just a year old and the spinster aunt
had raised the boy as best she could. She was getting quite
elderly and the boy was fourteen and becoming more than she could
handle, getting into trouble and sassing her. She had managed to
find Uncle Will through a lawyer friend of hers and if he
couldn't, for whatever reason, take the boy in, then she was going
to have to let the State authorities take charge of the child
because she couldn't afford a boarding school and the rest of the
family refused to help or even acknowledge the child.

We discussed the problems of having a stranger join our family.
The fact that we might not be able to be as free and open with our
feelings. The fact that he could cause us a lot of trouble... lots
of stuff. But, all I kept seeing was the hurt and desperation
trying to hide behind Billy's eyes.

I stood up, and without saying a word, put my white marble down in
the middle of the round, oak library table. I took Billy's hand
and pulled him to his feet and led him out of the den and out of
the house. Instead of meeting our friends we went to our favorite
place down by the creek. We sat there silently under "our" tree
for a while and then Billy laid down and put his head on my thigh.
Curling up into a little ball, he put his thumb in his mouth and
started sucking on it and was soon asleep. With tears in my eyes I
sat there with a hand on my little brothers shoulder, thinking. I
finally began to realize what the world would look like from Uncle
Will's position --- if I had a big brother.

We got back home just before dark and our curfew. We told a little
fib and said that we'd eaten with the guys and were worn out and
just wanted to go to bed. Dad just nodded and we went to our
bedroom, for the first time forgetting to kiss Dad and Uncle Will
good-night. We stripped down to our underwear, cuddled up together
in our new big bed that Dad and Uncle Will had gotten us, and were
soon asleep.

We got up the next morning and the adults didn't look any better
than we did. All bleary eyed and unwell. Dad pointed to the den
and we all walked in there. We stood there looking at each other
and the single white marble sitting in the middle of the smooth
blond oak. I reached over and took Billy by the wrist, holding his
hand over the table. He turned his hand up and opened his fist. A
white marble rolled onto the table.

Dad just watched the marble roll across the table and come to a
stop next to it's twin that I'd put there. Uncle Will looked at
Daddy as if he was terrified of whatever Daddy might do. With
anything this important it was our rule that it would take four
white marbles to make a "Yes" decision.

Uncle Will looked like he was going to pass out. And then Daddy
reached over --- and quietly laid two marbles, one black, and one
white --- in front of Will. Tears streaming down his cheeks,
staring right at Daddy, Will pushed Daddy's white marble across
the table with his forefinger and then opened his hand and dropped
the fourth white marble next to the others.

I could feel Billy standing next to me, trying to be brave. His
father turned to him and burst out into tears. Falling to his
knees and hugging Billy to him so hard it must have hurt, he
thanked Billy over and over, saying that he never wanted his unmet
son to be rejected the way he was when he was fourteen years old.
Billy put his arms around his fathers neck and tried to soothe
him, telling him over and over that everything would be okay. I
was feeling pretty lost and confused and overpowered with emotion
and saw my father put his hand out to me. He let me climb up and
wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck so he
could hold me and make me feel secure and loved.

Daddy gently kicked Uncle Will in the butt, "Hey, boy. Get on the
phone and tell your son to come home."

Uncle Will picked Billy up and went over and sat on the chair by
the telephone. Billy tried to wipe his fathers tears and runny
snot away with his shirt, but mostly just made a mess until he
pulled his dad's t-shirt off and used that. Then they began a
little game my dad and me played when things got too emotional.
We'd slap each other in the face and say stuff like, "Naw, nothing
bothers me!" or "Hey! I don't feel a thing!". They were soon
laughing and crying at the same time and trying to wipe each
others faces clean.

Daddy finally made Uncle Will and Billy go take a shower together
and then Uncle Will finally managed to place his call and told the
old aunt that he'd be happy to take the boy. Daddy was on the
computer and had <www.tickets-r-us.com> on the line and Uncle Will
told her the time and flight number for the ticket Daddy had
already paid for with his credit card. Uncle Will said that the
boy could bring whatever he wanted with him and the rest of his
stuff could be shipped later, or that he would be perfectly
willing to buy the boy all new stuff for a new start. Then he
profusely thanked the old lady for raising his son and for having
cared for the true love in his life.

The rest of the day was very quiet and Daddy and Uncle Will went
to bed right after dinner. Me and Billy stayed up watching TV, but
got bored quickly and put on one of Daddy's porn flicks. It was
interesting seeing this young guy have sex with this really good
looking girl, but the real fun started when her big brother came
home and caught them. The big brother spanked the boy fucking his
sister REALLY hard and then made him eat her pussy while he gave
the boys ass a real hard fucking. Then he sent the girl to bed and
took the guy to his bedroom and slapped him around some telling
him that he was going to teach him to not fuck his sister anymore
without permission. He called up a couple of his buddies and the
three of them fucked the kid and made him suck them until they
were completely worn out. The big high schooler took the kid to
his bed and screwed him really good one last time. Just before
they went to sleep the burly jock told the slightly built
underclassman that he'd been really nice to him and his buddy's
and that he had permission to screw his sister again. The now well
trained boy bashfully said, "Please, Sir. If you don't mind, sir.
I'd rather be with you and your buddies again if you don't mind,
sir." Laughing the big guy just pushed the younger guy under the
covers and told him to suck cock until he was told to stop.

Billy and I had jacked each other off while watching the movie,
but were still horny and went to our bedroom to fuck each other
mercilessly until we could finally get to sleep, nervously anxious
to meet Billy's big brother the next day.

We were woken up in mid-morning, not having got to sleep until the
wee hours of the morning, and fed and then scrubbed within an inch
of loosing our lives. Dressed in our best clothes by two
overanxious men who seemed totally convinced that neither Billy or
I had the faintest clue how to dress ourselves. We got sat down on
individual chairs and warned that if we got dirty or messed up
before meeting our new older brother -- that he'd never get a
chance to meet his recently deceased brothers! Billy and I took
the warning to heart and occupied ourselves quietly with a hotly
contested game of Old Maid.

We got to the airport at one o'clock --- to meet a 2 o'clock
flight --- not that our parents were anxious or anything like
that, of course! It was a long wait but the flight was finally
announced and out of the crowd of disembarking passengers a blond
Adonis appeared. One look told you that this is how beautiful
Uncle Will must have looked at that age...





Reconstructed from Billy's diary:





Jeeze! That had to be him, my big brother. My for real big
brother. My awesome looking, superfine, extra cool, smooth
walking, strutting stud big brother. I looked over to Davy, who
was really my big brother too, but almost the same age as me so it
wasn't the same. Davy looked at me and knew I was unsure of
myself, but was really excited about meeting my new big brother.
He nodded to me and then flicked his hand in the direction I
wanted to go. We both took off like our butts were on fire,
dodging around all the people in the big welcoming area. We
skidded to a halt right in front of the much bigger boy and just
sort of looked up at him in awe. I had my finger in my mouth and
Davy was just standing there staring with his mouth hanging open.
He was maybe five foot seven or eight with a slim, hard body that
gave the appearance of solid built strength. He wasn't skinny or
anything like that. It's just that he was so well put together
that he looked slim while actually being a real hunk of strong
muscle. He had stopped when he saw us coming at him and we just
stood there gaping up at him in amazement and, in my case at
least, hopeful lust.

He just stood there looking at us like we might bite him or
something. It slowly dawned on me that no one had told him that he
had a little brother. Excited, not thinking too good, I started in
with one of my rapid-fire commentaries, "Hi. I'm Billy. I'm your
little brother cuz my father is the same as your father and that's
Davy, he's your little brother too but he's not really your
brother or anything like that because his daddy is different but
he's both our daddies so we're just the same as brothers so you're
our brother too and Davy's your brother because he's my brother
and..."

BLAP!!! Davy punched me in the arm, and it really hurt! "You're
talking stupid again. Hi, Jody. I'm Davy and he's Billy. You'll be
sharing our bedroom until we can get your's fixed up."

Davy started taking one of the bags Jody was carrying, so I
grabbed the other one out of his other hand. It wasn't hard to
take his bags away because he'd seen our father coming and was
sort of in shock. Will and Bob walked up to us, but I don't think
Jody even noticed Daddy Bob.  One look at our father and his eyes
got hard and sort of glazed over.

Will stuck his hand out. "Hi, Jody... Son... welcome to...."

Face twisting in anger, Jody slapped Will's hand away. His loud,
clear, hate-filled voice carried through the terminal, "You
murdered my mother you piece of shit!"

Will stood there with his hand out to the side and his mouth
hanging open. Daddy explained later that he was in shock, which
means he didn't know what to do.  I think maybe Davy and me were
in shock too because we just stood there waiting for something to
happen. A bunch of people were watching and everything seemed
frozen.

"Davy! Take Will to the car!" Dad ordered.

Davy nodded and headed for Will. "Drop the bag, Davy!" Dad said,
and Davy immediately dropped the bag and kept walking towards
Will. He took Will by the hand and had to jerk hard on his arm to
get him moving. Sort of stumbling, and trying to look over his
shoulder at Jody, Will let Davy lead him out of the terminal.

"Well, it would seem as though you and Will have a few things to
work out. Did you fly all this way just to say that?" Dad said,
looking directly at Jody who was trying to watch Will as he was
being lead away.

'Well!" Dad demanded.

"Huh?" Jody asked, jerking his head to face Dad's demanding voice.

"I asked you if you intend to come home with us, or do you want to
be left to fend for yourself?"

"Huh? Jody asked, puzzled. Not understanding.

"Shit!" Dad said to himself, and then to Jody, "Do you have any
other bags or is this it?"

"I have a suitcase." jerked out of Jody."

"Come-on then." Dad ordered. Looking at me, "Drop the bag Billy.
He's a big man, let him carry his own weight."

I didn't really understand, but I dropped the bag and went over
and Daddy let me take his hand. Daddy walked off towards the
baggage area, not even looking back to see if Jody was following.
I peeked though, and made sure he wasn't getting lost. Dad watched
the overhead signs, but I spotted the one that said, "American
233" first and pointed it out to him. He squeezed my hand and
winked at me, and I felt a lot less scared. Whatever was going on,
Dad was in charge and knew what to do so that everything would be
okay.

We stood there and watched as Jody found his bag and dragged it
off of the carousel. He moved out of the crush of other people
trying to find their bags and came over to where Dad and I were
standing. "Well, boy. I'm willing to believe this has been pretty
stressful for you today, so I'll try to make this as clear as I
can for you. We have a family here, and we all love each other
very much. We've all talked it over and we all want you to join
our family --- but only if you want to be a part of us, all of us.
I wish I could give you more time, but sometimes life sucks and
demands quick decisions, and this is one of those times." Daddy
pulled out his wallet and took a hundred dollar bill out of it and
tucked in into Jody's shirt-pocket. "If you don't want to stay
with us, that should be enough money to buy you some dinner and a
motel room for the night and leave you enough to call your aunt
and ask her to take you back.  We'd really like you to come with
us and be part of our family Jody, but we'll understand if you
don't want too. Just don't let your stubbornness make your
decisions for you. Now. You coming or staying."

Daddy just waited, but Jody just stood there and glared at him.
Shrugging his shoulders, Daddy said, "Okay. It's your decision."
He took my hand again and we turned around and walked away. I kept
looking over my shoulder and we only took about a dozen steps when
I stopped. Daddy felt me stop and looked down at me. I looked up
at him and tried to tell him with my eyes that I just had to try
to get Jody to come with us. Daddy, sort of sadly, just nodded his
head and let go of my hand.

I ran back to Jody and put my hand on his sleeve, "Please, Jody!
Bob's telling the truth. We ALL want you to come live with us. I
want you to be my big brother more than anything. I promise I'll
be good and I won't get in your private stuff and I'll do what you
say. Just --- please come home with us. If you don't come now Bob
will never change his mind and give you another chance! Please,
Jody..." I begged.

Jody just stared at me and didn't say anything.

"Come on, Billy. I want to get home before the rush hour traffic."

Sadly, looking over my shoulder trying to memorize what my brother
looked like ass tears filled my eyes, I went back to Daddy and he
took my hand and walked away.



*****



"I DON'T HAVE ANYWHERE TO GO!" came an angry voice from behind us.

Shocked, Daddy and me both turned around and stared at the
teenaged boy, tears of anger and frustration pouring down his
face. "They told me I had the Devil in me and that if I came back
they'd shoot me."

Daddy just nodded. "Okay then. Get your stuff and let's go home!"
he said and turned around and walked away. I don't know how he did
it, but he never seemed to slow down, but he never got out of
Jody's sight even though Jody was having a lot of trouble trying
to carry the heavy suitcase and the two bags at the same time. I
wanted to go back and help him, but Daddy just held my hand
tighter and kept on walking. When we got to the van Daddy let go
of my hand and went and got into the drivers seat. Uncle Will was
already in the passenger seat and Davy was sitting in his lap. I
opened the door and helped Jody put his bags inside. Then we
clambered inside and I slid the door shut and latched it. Daddy
automatically started our usual car game...

"Navigator?"

"Strapped in and ready to fly, Sir." Uncle Will acknowledged
quietly.

"Bombardier?"

Davy quickly moved to his usual seat and put on his crash harness.
"Strapped in and ready to blast 'em, Sir!" He gleefully answered.
Daddy had just recently promoted him to bombardier from side
gunner, and Davy was loving his new responsibility.

"Side gunner?"

"Strapped in and ready to blow them out of the sky, Sir." I
replied. This was Daddy's fun way of making sure we were all
wearing our seat belts and felt a part of running the car.

"Passenger?"

Jody scrambled for his seat belt when I pointed to it and snapped
himself in. He was sitting in the back seat and answered, "Tail
gunner strapped in and ready to boink them, Sir!"

Daddy turned around and looked at Jody. I felt embarrassed.
Obviously Jody was trying to fit in, but daddy wasn't sure he
wanted to play along with Jody. Quietly he asked, "Do we need a
tail gunner?"

Uncle Will just turned white and stared at Daddy.

I'm sure I could have caught a fly in my open mouth as I looked
back and forth from Daddy to Jody to Daddy.

Davy just got one of his "Wise" looks on his face and raised his
hand. "Permission to speak, Sir."

"Permission granted," Daddy said, never taking his eyes off of
Jody.

"With a tail gunner, we'd have a complete crew for a B-17, Sir.
Sounds much better to me, Sir. More complete. More like we ought
to be."

Eyes never breaking their gaze, Daddy asked, "Billy?"

I gulped, looked at Jody again and then back to Daddy. "Sounds
perfect to me, Daddy Pilot Sir!"

Daddy looked at Will, "Will?"

Will just answered by turning even whiter and nodding his head
once.

Daddy looked back at Jody and gave him one of those long stares of
his that just seem to take you apart and discover every secret
you're trying to hide. I don't think Jody breathed at all during
Daddy's inspection until Daddy finally nodded and said, "Welcome
aboard, Son." He looked around at the rest of us and said, "Until
we have a formal family meeting, or Jody says otherwise, he is now
a part of this family. Agreed?" He looked at us again, one by one,
as we all agreed. In a deeper, more formal tone, Daddy said,
"Jody, you are now a part of our family. We'll all sit down in the
next day or so and discuss exactly what that means. In this
family, your opinion is just as valid as anyone elses, so you need
to think about what you want that to mean. In the meantime, can we
all quit being so god-damned tense? It's a beautiful day, none of
us has to work, could we have some fun, please?"

Davy made a big deal out of looking around and staring out the
window. "Boring! Boring, boring, boring. Do we have to sit in this
parking lot all day? Or is the pilot going to get his ass in gear
and take us someplace interesting?"

Daddy took a big wide swing at Davy, that Davy easily ducked away
from, squealing, "Protect me, Uncle Will! He's trying to beat me!"

Will seemed to come out of his shock and looked at Daddy, "Would
you like me to hold him down while you wallop him?"

"Later! We'll get him good!" Daddy grinned.

Davy blew a loud, juicy raspberry at them and asked them what army
they were going to hire to help them. Daddy just started the
engine and, laughing, headed for the freeway. I don't think that
anyone but me noticed how frightened Jody had become while Will,
Daddy and Davy were  goofing around.

Daddy stopped at the new arcade that had just opened and we had
pizza and ice cream for lunch, played 18 holes of miniature golf,
drove the race cars and then Daddy gave each of us twenty bucks to
play the games and Davy managed to fast talk him out of another
ten each later.

It was a pretty tired crew that got out of the van in front of our
house that evening. We had a light dinner of hot soup and
sandwiches and Daddy and Will said their good-nights and told us
boys to go to bed whenever we wanted too, but to keep the noise
down to a dull roar. I think he wanted to give us boys a chance to
know each other better. I know I really wanted to get to know Jody
better. LOTS better! And Davy was almost drooling all over the
place. Jody seemed to be so cool when he'd let himself be. I mean,
he looked cool, he walked cool, and moved and talked like a teen-
aged god --- when he'd forget to be all stiff and afraid of us and
all. Sometimes, when he'd really get into playing a game or
something, a bunch of crap would seem to fall away and I could see
someone I really wanted to know better. Who I really wanted to be
my older brother. But the rest of the time it seemed like he went
out of his way to make sure none of us liked him.

We watched TV some, and then played some Nintendo, which Jody said
he'd never played before, but he learned really fast and I could
tell he was going to be good. Really, really good! We all got
tired finally and decided to go to bed.

Jody used the bathroom first. We could hear him take a long pee
and then a quick shower. He came out with his hair wet, wearing a
pair of pajamas. Davy and I were sort of surprised and pointed and
giggled and laughed as we headed for the bathroom. We used the
toilet and brushed our teeth and got undressed for bed and ran
back into the bedroom stark naked and jumped up on grandpa's great
big old bed, bouncing up and down.

Jody was sitting on the small junior bed in his pajamas and
watched two naked boys cavorting in front of him. He couldn't seem
to take his eyes off of us. Davy invited him to get naked and join
us in the big bed. Jody just blushed red and turned his head away.

"Come on, Big Brother. Get naked and come play with us!" I
invited, caroling Davy.

Jody seemed to swell up and explode!, scaring the hell out of both
Davy and me. He went on and on about how he wasn't any faggot and
that he didn't play with naked little boys, and just because we
wanted to act like a couple of queers he didn't have to and on and
on. He started to get insulting and nasty and Davy looked at me
and I nodded back and we both jumped him. He was bigger than us of
course, but we surprised him and Davy snapped a handcuff around
his wrist and then around the iron bedstead before Jody knew what
was happening. I helped Davy pull his other arm to the far side of
the bed and get another set of handcuffs fastened. While he was
fighting those and trying to get loose it was pretty easy to get a
rope around his ankle and stretch him out to the foot of the bed.
He was thrashing around and cursing like crazy and Davy told him
that if he wanted to be nasty we'd show him how to be a faggot.
Davy started pulling down his pajama bottoms and I pulled his
pajama tops up over his head.

Davy got the slick pajamas down to Jody's knees in one jerk and we
both froze --- staring!. From the top of his shoulders and as far
down as he was exposed, Jody was a solid mass of bruises, fresh
and half healed whip marks , burns, scrapes and lacerations. We
just stared! Not knowing what to do. It was like we were frozen.
Daddy spanked us of course, and we both hoped that Uncle Will
would start spanking us too sometimes. But at most our bottoms
turned red for a little while and the spankings were a lot more
fun than any hurt, especially the way Daddy drug them out and made
them feel so sexy. But whatever had happened to Jody was something
totally different, and we didn't understand.

Jody started crying and asking us to please let him go and not
embarrass him any more. I pulled his top back down but Davy just
jumped up off the bed and ran out of the room. I just sat on my
knees on the bed next to Jody, not knowing what to do. My eyes
were full of tears and my chest hurt. I didn't know what had
happened to my brother, but I knew that I'd NEVER, EVER let it
happen again.

Davy came back into the room, dragging Daddy naked behind him.
Daddy turned on the overhead light, flooding the room with bright
light and asked, "Now what the hell is going on in here?"

Jody was about half buried in the torn-up bedcovers, but still
visible. One long step from Daddy and he was leaned over the edge
of the bed looking at the bruises and whip marks all over Jody's
ass and upper legs. Tremendously gently he lifted the pajama tops
and rolled them back up over Jody's shoulders, inspecting the burn
marks and all the other damage that had been done to this fourteen
year old boy. "I don't even what to know why you tied him up boys,
but release him, right now!"

Davy and I came out of our shocked trance and scrambled to comply.
I quickly untied Jody's leg and Davy shakily, but quickly unlocked
the handcuffs , they were just the play kind that unlocked with a
push button, and released Jody's hands.  Jody tried to cover
himself, but Daddy lightly slapped his hand and stopped him. Then
he pulled the boys pajama bottoms the rest of the way off,
uncovering lash marks that went all the way down his legs. Daddy
sat Jody up and pulled his top off. Standing Jody up, Daddy
started to inspect the damage. He'd even been beaten on the belly
and groin. Jody collapsed to the floor curling up into a fetal
ball, crying, trying to cover himself and hide from all of us,
begging us not to beat him any more. Davy and I were hanging onto
each other, crying, not knowing what to do. Daddy reached down and
picked up Jody and held him close to his chest. Jody sounded like
he was starting to get hysterical, begging daddy not to beat him
any more.

Daddy sat down on the bed and held Jody in his lap and against his
chest, patting his hair and telling him over and over that no one
was ever going to beat him again. Davy and I crawled up on either
side of daddy and tried to reassure Jody, who was sobbing and
begging not to be hurt. Davy was stroking Jody's hair and telling
him over and over that no one was ever going to hurt Jody again as
long as he, Davy, was alive. I was getting a little hysterical,
demanding to know who did this to my big brother because I was
going to get Daddy's gun and shoot them dead. About that time all
the noise had caused Will to get up and pull on some shorts and
come into our bedroom. One look at Jody and he flipped out. He
wanted to know who the fuck had done this to his son and why. He
gently, but forcefully took Jody from Daddy and rocked him against
his chest, begging Jody to forgive him for not being there for him
and for letting this happen. He and Jody ended up hugging each
other and bawling all over each other.

Daddy told Davy to go call Dr. Daniels and tell him it was an
emergency and then he sat Will down on the bed, holding Jody, and
covered them both up with the quilt and wrapped his arm around
them. I didn't know what to do and just sat on the bed crying.

Dr. Daniels was a college buddy of Daddy's and just lived around
the corner. He walked over from his house and was knocking on the
door a couple of minutes after Davy called. Davy let him in and he
took charge. I was sent to make hot chocolate for everyone, and
Davy was set to remaking the beds while Daddy and Uncle Will
helped carry Jody into the weight room and lay him down on the
massage table so that Dr. Daniels could inspect and treat his
wounds. He didn't think there were any broken bones, but wanted to
see Jody in his office the next day so he could take some x-ray
pictures to make sure. When Dr. Daniels left we all sat down in
the family room with big cups of hot cocoa. Davy had gotten
everyone's robes, including a short terry-cloth Hapi coat of
Daddy's for Jody. Will held Jody in his lap and they shared a cup
of cocoa while Davy and I sort of shared Daddy's lap and moved
back and forth between Daddy, Will and Jody.

Slowly, Daddy and Will were able to get the story out of Jody. He
and a friend had been caught playing around together on an
overnight campout and the churches preacher, who was also the
scoutmaster, took it into his hands to condemn Jody for what
happened and then to "purify" him. Every week after church he
would keep Jody overnight. Force him to "confess his sins" and
then "chastise the devil out of him."

Daddy was coldly quiet and Will was white-faced and trembling when
Jody was done with his story. I went over and got the gavel and
knocked it on the table, invoking my right as a family member to
call a formal family meeting. When the meeting was over it had
been agreed that Jody's story would never be repeated to anyone
outside of the family unless Jody wanted to do so himself. We had
Daddy explain to Jody exactly what our family was, how we loved
each other and had sex together and everything. It was also
decided that Jody was accepted, without reservations, as a member
of our family subject only to his own approval. He could become a
member of our family simply by saying that's what he wanted, but
for now, he should just know that he was loved and would be cared
for and that no one, ever, was going to hurt him like that again.

Jody was pretty tired, so Will carried him in and laid him down on
Grandpa's old bed. Daddy took his robe off of Jody and Davy and I
crawled into bed on either side of him, snuggling our naked bodies
up against his. My brother felt so smooth and warmly wonderful
that I just nuzzled as close to him as possible into his side and
slid my leg up over him as I wrapped my arm around his chest,
mirrored on the opposite side by my brother Davy. It felt
wonderful when Jody wrapped his arm around me and buried his face
in my hair. Seconds later three exhausted boys were sound asleep.