Date: Mon, 12 Aug 2002 23:02:02 -0700 (PDT) From: Waddie Greywolf Subject: "Butterfly Kisses" DISCLAIMER: WARNING! This is a piece of adult fiction written by an adult for the amusement of other consenting adults. If you are under the age of eighteen or you find this kind of material objectionable, read no further. The author assumes no responsibility if you read beyond this warning! Codes:(M/M M/t M/b M/F Anal Oral Incest Rape Gay Bi-) Comments to "Waddie Greywolf" Copyright 2002 by Waddie Greywolf ============================================================================= BUTTERFLY KISSES Things haven't been going well between me and the old lady for sometime now. The more she bitches the less I want to make love to her. I work hard on the docks loading and unloading the ships that come in. My father and grand father worked there before me. I make damn good money and dutifully bring my paycheck home to her every Friday. I'm her slot machine that pays off four times a month. She gives me back an allowance of twenty bucks a week! Generous of her! I ain't the kind of guy that hangs out at the local pub and drinks half the night then goes home to beat her up. I'm home watching the boob tube every night with a beer in my hand. That is, if I'm a good boy and she deems me worthy to buy any. My money isn't enough for her! She went to work Wednesday through Sunday afternoons at her Aunt Pell's Italian, pizza restaurant I go by my brother's gym three evenings a week, sometimes five, and do a pretty heavy workout. Mostly to get the frustrations out for not getting any. Hell, the last time she gave me a piece of ass was eight months ago on a Sunday afternoon after she got off work. My baby brother, Sal, owns the gym where I work's out. Sal,..... well, he's a sweet man and I don't mean that the way it sounds. Okay he's gay, all right! He's a damn good kid and I love him more than I do my two other brothers and three sisters combined. Nobody fucks with my baby brother! If they do, they got this kick ass dago to deal with. Because Sal's gay a lot of his gay friends work out there. Not a one of them's ever come on to me. They know I'm straight, have a kid and they respect me. They feel comfortable enough with me to joke. "Hey Bruno! When you gonna' let me have a taste of that big, gorgeous wop dick of your's." "When you get's an operation on your head Tommy and they make that mouth of your's look like a cunt!" "Hell, it wouldn't take too much of an operation....." One of them allows. Everybody laughs. And before you start wondering about it, yes, I've had sex with my baby brother. A lot when we was younger and once in a while after I got married. I helped him buy the gym. He paid me back every penny over the years. I work out there for nothing but I help him clean up and fix things for him now and then. I've always worked out at his gym and I can always tell when he needs a little of big Bubba Bruno's dick. Don't wanna' short change my baby bro `cause he can tell when his big Bubba ain't had none from the old lady in a month of Sundays. I don't never have to ask! He sees that look in my eyes and shakes his head. "Been a while, Bubba?" "Yeah, Sweet baby, it has! Too damn long!" "Wanna' have a beer with me after I close?" "You're too good to me, baby brother." "Hey, wait just a damn minute, Bubba! Who gives it to me when I need it bad? Who helped me through school and set me up here? Wasn't our illustrious dad. Besides, big brother, ain't nobody can satisfy my itch like you can. At least I know when you fuck's me, I'm gonna' stay fucked for two, maybe three weeks. I wanna' see how that new growth from them new growth enhancement shots I gave you feels up my butt. You say it's two inches longer and another inch and a half around." I nod `yes' to him smiling sheepishly. "Hell Bubba, that ain't no dick, it's a loaf of bread!------Not to worry, your baby brothers got a hot oven to bake it in. Why don't you take off your gym shorts and let it rise." I drop my shorts and jock strap. "Holy mother of God, Bubba! Let me shut this place down! I'll tell them flex and chatter queens in there they're having a strapless pump sale at Gimbles. Hope you got a safety belt to strap me on that ride, I sure as hell don't wanna' fall off! Lordy!" I wait until he locks up, we go in the back to the steam room or sauna and I wait while he cleans himself. He comes back and crawls in his Bubba's arms. I make a little love to my baby brother and he thanks me for caring enough about him to give him a little from time to time. "Sal, what's a big brother for? If he can't help out his little brother now and then. One of these days your gonna' find mister right and you ain't gonna' need ole Bubba to pork you no more. `Sides, Bubba likes to get up inside his little brother, scout new territory, and tear himself off a big ole piece. You know how I've always felt about you. Who always took care of you in school? Who never let you get beat up by that gang that moved into the neighborhood?" "You Bubba, and I love you for it. I don't tell you enough how much I love you. Coming from me, `cause I'm gay, I think maybe you don't want to hear it or you might take it the wrong way." "Fuck, Sal! How many times I tell you I love you?" "Every damn time I see you." "Do you take that wrong?" "Of course not, Bubba." "Well, you should! Look at me lying here making love to my baby brother for cries sake and lovin' it. Just don't ever stop telling me you love me, little Bubba. I don't give a shit what you think I might think! You let old Bubba Bruno worry `bout that. I gotta' know my little brother loves me." "Oh for goodness sakes, you know I do, Bruno. You were the only one of three brothers and three sisters that ever took the time to listen or care a damn about me. You always had time for me and never turned me away if I needed something. You were the first I told I was gay and you never yelled at me or made fun. You didn't get upset; you didn't turn away. You took me in your arms, held me, let me cry, kissed me, and told me it didn't make you no never mind. If I wanted to be a cocksucker you only demanded one thing of me. When I asked you what it was, remember what you told me?" "Yep, if you're gonna' be a cocksucker I wanted you to be the best damn cocksucker you could be. No messing around! If you were gonna' offer yourself to a man I wanted to be proud to know that my little Bubba was giving him a first class blow job! I didn't want my baby brother to be called a lousy no good cocksucker!" we laughed together. "Did it upset you when I told you I was gonna' be gay?" "Oh hell no! I was kind a' glad. You always did have the prettiest little bum of all us kids. I use to bathe you when you were a toddler and get a boner washing your little ass. Thought if I played my cards right I might get me a piece of that little butt every now and then. Worked too!" I laughed. "You asshole! You give me what I need from time to time `cause you love me. That first night you ask me if I ever done it yet. I told you no! You thought about it for a minute and ask me if I wanted to practice on you. I knew you weren't gay but I started crying `cause I thought that was the sweetest thing a brother could offer was to let his little bro learn how by using him. Didn't think about how it might make you feel or maybe it wouldn't be that awful having your little brother suck around on you. Of course I did get pretty good, you told me so. I remember nights after dates when you didn't get none, you'd be hornier'n hell. You'd come into my room all quiet like." `Sal.....you asleep, little brother?......Sal!' "I'd stretch, yawn and pretend I'd been asleep. You'd be stark naked with that big old dick of yours sticking straight out, hard as a rock." `What,.....oh, it's you, Bubba. Just get home?' `Yeah, Sweet baby......' you'd lean over and kiss me. `Glad you're home safe, Bubba. I missed you.' `You did? That's sweet. You want's Bubba to crawl in bed with you, Sweet baby?' `Bubba, you know you don't never have to ask. Of course you can. Here, I'll scoot over a little.' "You'd get in next to me, put your big arms around me and hug me up close. Then you'd make a little love to me and reach over to feel me to see if you got me hard. Did you ever find me soft, Bubba?" Bruno laughed. "Then you'd ask me, `Feel like giving Bubba a piece of that sweet little ass of yours, Darlin'.....maybe let you practice a little more on pleasing a man?' `Oh yeah, Bubba. I need to practice.' `You need's to take care of anything......?' `No, Bubba, I'm clean and lubed. All ready for my Bubba.' "Then you'd take me so gently. You never once hurt me. You knew all you had to do was get that big thing inside me and my ass would go crazy. Damn, I still remember some of them fucks and jack off thinking about `em, Bubba. You have to admit your baby brother learned pretty damn quick and made a pretty fair pussy boy for you. I'd get the b'jesus fucked out of me! Loved every minute of it too, Bubba! I have to be honest, Bubba, I prayed you wouldn't get none!" "You shithead! God was listening to your prayers instead of mine! No wonder I struck out so many times!" We both roared with laughter. "Yeah! And who always just happened to have their little butt cleaned waiting there just in case?" "Well, Bubba, after all them times you learned how to get what you needed and give me what I needed, too. You weren't never selfish with your sex. You'd fuck me `til you was sure I was gonna' get mine. I tried to hold off as long as I could so's you could get in some good fucking time. You use to fuck me a couple hours at a time. Rest, then fuck me some more. Hell, you still can keep me fucked two to three weeks at a time. I don't need nothing else after an afternoon with you Bubba." "Well, now you got your old Bubba hard, Sweet cakes, talking like that. What's it gonna' be this afternoon. You wanna' give Bubba some of your sweet head, one of your Bubba, special blow jobs, or you wanna' pull the caboose on Bubba's train. We could just lie here, make love to each other and jack off together. We ain't done that in a long time." "Are you kidding? Jack off? When I got my Bubba's dick to spin on? I don't think so! Since I shot you up with them damn super growth hormones and your cock's bigger I wanna' see what it feels like up my ass. So climb aboard your little brother and let me give you a good ride. I'm feeling like taking care of my Bubba the way he likes it; let you punch me ticket!" "You sure? With added length and width Bubba may hurt you." "If there's a God, Bubba, you will! You ain't really gimme' one of them mean ass Bubba fuckings in a long time, Bro. I think we both need it! What do you say?" I growled in his ear and sent him into gales of laughter. "Well, damn, if you ain't all ready worked that whole thing up in there. You realize you got fourteen inches soaking in your tank, little bro. How's it feel, Kid?" "Mighty fine, Bubba! Mighty fine! I knew them damn growth hormones was gonna' bring joy to my heart. Son of a bitch you fill me up! Good too! You ain't never felt better, Bubba!" "Tell me when you want's your fucking machine turned on, Sweet baby, and Bubba promises you........this afternoon he's gonna' have to hurt his little bro `ust a little bit." "Damn, Bubba! Stop talking like that or you ain't gonna' get no fucking in. I'm about to shoot my load as it is. Hold it in there and let it soak `til it passes. There..........that's a little better. Okay, now I'm ready Bubba. Now, remember, you promised?" With that I started fucking my little brother. Sal has the sweetest ass on a man I ever seen. Works hard in the gym and works on his ass to make it look like two bowling balls in a flour sack. He's developed those muscles so much, when he wants to clamp down on my old dick and hold me inside him, I can't pull it out. I've come sometimes in his ass, he'll clamp down, let me come a little, push his ass back up further on my old dick, clamp down again and make me shoot some more. He'll do that three or four times until there ain't no more to take and then hold me in him enjoying the feeling of his Bubba having unloaded in him. Won't let me out neither! I swear to you, I've tried and he holds me in him `til I make love to him, kiss him around his neck and beg him to let his Bubba pull out. Then he tells me he will if I promise to give him five real big full strokes in his ass. I always promise and give my bro what he wants. I spoil him. But hell, if I want to go home, I have too! He could keep me there for hours......and has. The bigger I built up my body the hornier I became having all those male hormones dumped into my system from the workouts. Brother told me he had some new man made super growth hormones that almost overnight doubled your muscle mass. I thought, "What the hell! She ain't gonna' give me any I might as well feel good about myself. Sal gimme' the shot and the next day at work everyone was coming up to me asking me if I'd been working out heavier or taking `roids. Work was a breeze. Maybe one of the hardest days we'd had in four months and I skated through it. Not even breathing heavy. By the time I got to my Bro's gym, took off my clothes and looked in the mirror, I stopped dead in my tracks. I had always been big but what I saw looking back at me was fucking ripped. That didn't bother me, looked great, but a side effect was my old dick was bigger by a couple of inches and much fatter. Hell, the old lady complained I was too big as it was. Now I know I ain't gonna' get none. She'll take one look at my dick and send me to wack off city. It must have measured fourteen inches and two and a half around. What was I gonna' do? Sometimes I ask myself why I couldn't have turned out Gay? Never thought you'd hear that from a straight, red necked, ass hole, did ya'? Hell, I look at my little Bubba. His life ain't so bad. He don't have a companion, a regular, live-in fuck, but he gets plenty at that gym. He's almost as big as me physically and them gay men fall all over themselves to bunk it in with my Bubba. Why, even his damn dick is almost as big as mine. He weren't short changed, that's for damn sure. When he told me he was gay I didn't let on I was concerned, but I was. Not `cause I cared one way or the other but because of the life he might have to live. Now, I thank God every damn day my little Bubba turned out gay. If it weren't for him my old dick would shrivel up and fall off! The only reason I stayed with her is the love of my life our little eleven year old son, Tony. God, I love that kid. He's right by my side every evening on the sofa with his head in my lap or laying in my big arms watching T.V. with me. I come in from the gym and he'll be all over me. He's totally unabashed about his feelings and I never censure him. My bitch wife's trying to brainwash him against me but our bond is too strong. He's his daddy's boy. We're drawn to each other like opposite poles of a magnet. I can't get enough of him and he can't get enough of me. He's always got a butterfly kiss or a teddy bear hug for me and I ain't shy with my affections with him. My brother, Sal, was a lesson to me about kids that didn't get love from their dads. She didn't think I should be holding him so much, kissing him nor hugging him up to me. He loves it. So do I. I didn't do it before I saw her trying to make him a sissy boy. She had him sewing and doing the damnedest things. I'm not prejudiced. In today's world you can't be. My little brother's gay and I sure as hell ain't ashamed of him. He's a damn good cocksucker too. Don't mean that the way it sound neither. I taught him to be the best. Made him practice on me `til he got it right. Taught him to get fucked too. He knows how to make a man feel like a million bucks. Hell, my boss at the docks is a gay man. His old man/spouse works there too and they're a hell of nice pair. I've taken the wife and kid to their home for barbeques. They come to our place all the time, use the pool and party with us. They're always gentlemen and never tried anything with me. They respect me and I respect them. Little bro, now that's different. If they want's to mess around with him that's their business. They know I fuck my little brother, from time to time, but nobody else. I don't know for sure but I think my little Bubba's in tight with `em. They both bought memberships at his gym and work out there. Tim, my boss, never passed over me for a promotion or pay raise. I wasn't afraid nor horrified at the prospect that I probably had a fifty-fifty chance that Tony was gonna' grow up to be a gay man. Didn't bother me a bit! I would like for him to be straight only because it's just probably easier in the long run. Hell, look at me, I work my body hard. Been told I look great,......any woman would love to have me. Really? Where? Hell, I have to practically get on my damn knees, shed tears, and beg to get a piece. So much for the joy's of straight life! Little Bubba ain't got it so damn bad. Was I contributing to the possibility that my boy would be gay? Was being physical with him helping or hurting him? All the men in my life including Tim and his mate said absolutely not! Tim said he wished he had a dad that was even a little bit physical with him. He said he might not have turned out to be gay. His partner Doug told me he had a crush on his old man all his life and the son of a bitch hugged him once when he graduated high school. Doug said if his old man had just let him lay in bed with him and talk to him he didn't think he'd turn out gay. He'll put his arms around big Tim, smile, look up at him and say, "That's all right. The daddy I have now will let me lay in bed and touch him." Doug may have been kidding but it slammed home an epiphany to me. I sure as hell wasn't gonna' let that happen to my boy. He's gonna' get all of his old man's love he can handle. Little bro, Sal, tells me I didn't make him gay just `cause I made myself available to him. It was dad that never showed him any attention. He was scared to death of our old man. Sal didn't know who he was. To this day, he can't talk about dad. Dad cut himself off from all the family, not just Sal, but he was the one that suffered the most. Momma died not long after Sal was born and the rest of the kids had to raise him. I accepted most of the responsibility `cause I was nearer his age. I was eight years older than Sal. Momma had him late in life and she shouldn't have. Being a good Catholic she wasn't about to do what the doctors told her and abort her baby. Sal lived for years with the guilt that he killed our mother. He use to cry in my arms and ask me to tell Papa he was so sorry he killed Ma. He'd do anything to have Papa forgive him; love him. I'd rock him back and forth, holding him, tell he couldn't cry no more, telling him it wasn't his fault. Dad had no feelings what so ever about Sal. He could of cared less whether Sal lived or died. He not only felt that way, he said it in front of my baby bother numerous times. What the hell do you think that does to a kid? You wonder why men turn out gay? There may possibly be genetic factors involved for a propensity toward turning out gay but it sure as hell don't help when his dad tells him he wished he was dead. Son of a fuck'n bitch, it's a wonder my little Bubba, one of the greatest loves of my life, didn't turn out be a Goddamned mass murderer. `Scuse me a minute..........." Bruno stops for a few minutes until he collects himself. "You don't bring a beautiful, innocent child into this world then use them as an excuse for your world being so fucked up! Your world's fucked up because you won't get off your lazy Goddamn ass and change it. It ain't the kid's fault!" Couple of us kids took him under our wings and tried to show him as much love as we could.. I made sure I was available to little bro anytime he needed me. I spent quality time with him taking him places and doing things. I took him to ball games, the circus, movies, museums and local plays and musicals. We was forever doing something together. You don't invest that much time in a kid and don't come to think of him as your own. I never told little Bubba but I wish to hell he'd been my kid; straight or gay! I'd love the little son of a bitch either way! He turned out better'n just a good man. He turned out to be my fuck'n hero! We always made sure he had a good Christmas and Birthday. We'd get cards and sign `em, "...with love, Papa.." He'd be thrilled. By high school we couldn't fool him no more. Dad refused to go to anything Sal participated in. Sal played football and was on the team. Mostly, I think, to please me. Dad never went to a game. Didn't go to Sal's high school graduation or nothing. Us older kids shamed the old man into putting Sal through college. We put it to him we had raised his son and if he ever wanted to see or hear from one of us again, he'd pay us back by paying for his own kid's education. By that time, we'd had it with our old man. As it was, three of us kids went our own way and had little to do with our dad until the day he died. Simply because we wouldn't go around him unless he asked Sal to come with us. He never did. We went to his funeral and took Sal. The other brothers and sister tried to insinuate Papa died heartbroken `cause we abandoned him. I was ready to take them all on. I was taking off my jacket ready to kick my brother's ass's when Sal, Bertha Jean and Sally begged me not to. "Fine!" I told `em, "We're leaving. Let the dead bury the dead!" I said it loud enough the priest could hear and we left. Ain't heard from `em in years. Don't want to either. I don't care whether they live or die. My two sisters feel the same way. It brought us closer together and we include them in everything. I think Sally is still in touch with our older sister, Evelyn, but she never says anything and I appreciate that. Sal wouldn't have accepted money for college from the old man. He finally gave up on him. What was the kid to do? Sal always though it was me, Sally, and Bertha Jean, my sisters, what put him through. After seeing what my old man did to the brightest, most loving son he had, the pinnacle of his achievement as a father, I swore and be damned I was never gonna' let that happen to a kid of mine. I would've liked to had a passel of kids but after Tony, Sherl had an operation. They had to take out her baby making plumbing. (The kid's got my name and is Junior but we call him by our middle name, Tony) Of course, my sisters, and other women in my life say I shouldn't be showing my boy so much attention. "Absolutely not!" They agreed with each other. If I allowed him to have free range with me and my body he'll grow up to prefer men! I had to make a decision. Maybe it was because of the love I had for my baby brother, I don't know, but I loved the little shit like nothing else in my life. I live for him. I live for his love. I live for his touch. Don't let your head go there! I wouldn't do nothing to that kid I thought was gonna' damage him. I do know how to love and I don't think anybody's got all the answers to raising a kid. At best it's a seat of the pants job. They didn't send him home from the hospital with an instruction manual or parts list. I began to transfer my love for her to him. I began to think of him as my little lover boy. I can't never seem to get enough of them sweet teddy bear hugs and butterfly kisses. He was beginning to get a little hair around his pubes and I was so proud of him. His little dick started to grow and his voice started changing. She ain't home too much in the evenings and I walk around nude most of the time with just my old work boots and maybe my undershirt on. I do it `cause I don't want him to feel embarrassed in front of anybody naked. Embarrassed that they were naked nor that he was naked. I never told him to but he'll run in take off all his cloths, pull his little boots on, his little undershirt and come, crawl up in my lap. He'll give me a big kiss on my rough five o'clock shadow. "I love you, Daddy." "Love you too, Son, how's my best boy?" "I'm okay, Dad. You real tired?" "Not too bad, Hon. Thanks for caring enough about your old man to ask!" I hug him up to me, put my mouth to his little belly and blow real hard. It makes a big farting sound and sends him into gales of laughter. Then he'll settle down in my lap, get himself comfortable and grab my old dick. I never stop him from touching any part of me. I don't want him to think mine or his body is anything to fear nor be ashamed of. Sometime he'll reach down and feel my big hangers with his tiny hands and gently feel them in the sack. I can tell he likes to smell my old balls especially after I've worked all day and had a hard work out at the gym. I never shower `til I get home. I hold off for a while `cause I know how much he likes to sniff `em. He'll try to act real nonchalant-like about it. He'll lay his little head in my lap, stretch, and turn his head over to `em when he thinks I ain't looking. One afternoon I picked `em up and held `em for a minute and told him I didn't know where to put `em since he was in my lap. Then I said, "Oh I know. Will you let daddy rest `em right there on your sweet little face, Son?" "Uuh-huh...." he responded. I gently laid the big things over his eyes, nose and mouth. He just lay there sniffing `em and got the biggest boner you ever saw. My old dick was laying up on my belly. "Look, Sweet baby,.....you don't have to be shy with your old man. Daddy wouldn't mind if you wanted to make a little love to his old balls. I know you love the smell of `em....bet you like the taste of `em too if you licked `em clean for Daddy.....get all that sweat off `em. You'd be able to carry Daddy's flavor around in your mouth all evening. If you don't clean `em for Daddy, he's gonna' jump in the shower in a minute and that good smell's gonna' be gone." Next thing I knew I felt his little tongue coming out of his mouth and exploring my old ball sack. He took a couple of good swipes on it with his tongue, pulled it back in his mouth and made an `mmmm'.....sound and went crazy cleaning my old balls. Made me hold `em up for him to get underneath real good. Cleaned every inch and then lay back down; put'em back over his face and went to sleep. Slept there for an hour or more breathing him his old man's smell. That was a couple months ago. Now, he runs in kisses me then goes down to kiss each one of my old balls, takes in a deep breath and tells me, "Damn, Daddy, those are gonna' taste so good! You got the best smelling balls. Taste good too! Can I clean `em for you, Dad?" "Go ahead, Son, but you better do a good job or your old man'll put you across his knee and tickle you to death." Then I'll tickle him and he'll yell with laughter. "I promise, Daddy, I promise.....I'll do a good job!" "Well,... then,.... get on `em, Scout!" He goes to work with that little tongue of his. He loves to taste my big balls. I let him. Why the hell not? If the kid's gonna' be gay, he's gonna' be gay. If he turns out straight then he's got the memories of being close to his old man. He won't never have to worry whether his old man really liked it or not. I tell him every time how good he was, how good he felt and how much I love him for doing it. I kiss him and hug him and tell him how proud of him I am. Of course it fascinates him because it makes my old dick grow until it's stiff. Then he'll wrap his little butt cheeks around it and ride it like his horsey. Bouncing up and down. If she should walk in all hell would break loose. I don't care! I ain't gonna' sweat it! I believe Tim and his lover. Hell, why wouldn't they know about such things. They aren't bad people. They're fine men who have the same problems we all have. So if Tony's going to grow up to be a gay man I want him to be the best he can be. If I have to be his role model, so be it. I'm not gonna' let her make him ashamed of anything he wants to be. I'm sure as hell ain't gonna' let him be a seamstress. I gently warn him not to say anything to her about what we do when we were alone together. Men relaxing with their buds, bros, or dads can feel each other but never in front of anyone else, especially women. This is something men don't talk to women about......ever! If he does, no man will ever want to be private with him again. He likes being `private' with his old man a lot and isn't about to jeopardize that. When she ain't around he likes to crawl up in bed with me and play with my old dick while I pretend to be asleep. One Saturday morning I was off, she'd gone to work and here he come. Crawled up in bed with me and played with me `til he got me really roarin.' Backed his little butt up against the head of my dick and tried his damdest to work that big head into his little eleven year old butt. I threw my arms around him and pretended I was just waking up and found him there. "Damn, you feel good son, you trying to sit down on Daddy's thing?" I held him tight so he wouldn't be frightened or bolt for his room and kissed him behind his ear to let him know it was okay. "I was trying to Dad but you're so big!" "I know, Son, you might hurt yourself. You really have to go slow with that sorta' thing. You have'ta learn how to take it. If you're gonna' try that sort a' thing wake Daddy up and let him watch to make sure you don't hurt yourself. I don't mind if you want to try but if anything happened to you or you hurt yourself your Ma would cut my balls off. You know how much you like to play around with `em, put your little nose down there and smell Daddy real good. Just let me know so I can see that you do it right. Okay, Sweetie? "Yes Sir, Daddy, I'll wake you up so's you can help me next time. Ma wouldn't really cut your beautiful balls off would she? What would I play with on Saturday mornings?" I laugh and kiss him again. "And it sure feels good to feel those little hands playing with `em too. You wanna' play with `em a little bit this morning? You wanna' clean `em real good for Daddy? Are you sure you want Daddy's big dick up your little butt?" "Well, momma sure don't give you her ass very much and I know you probably need some ass more'n once every six months. If I can learn to take you, Dad, you can fuck me regularly. We wouldn't have to tell her." "That's sweet of you to think about your old dad that way but maybe you better rethink that. Then, when you're a little older, if you're still of a mind to sit on Daddy's dick then we'll talk about it. You're gonna' have to grow some more to take Daddy." "Can Uncle Sal take all of you, Dad ?" "Where'd ju' hear that?" "I overheard mom talking to Aunt Breen the other day. Told her she wouldn't be surprised if you were fucking Uncle Sal." "Well,....... I ain't gonna' lie to you, Son. I've never lied to you and I never will! Yes, once in a while, in an afternoon, when your Uncle Sal asks me to, I fuck him. I did yesterday afternoon as a matter of fact but it's the first time in six months we done it. Yes, he can take all of me......" "I wish I could, Dad. I'd love to have you fuck me and help you out. Think Uncle Sal would talk to me and tell me how he does it?" I laughed just thinking about poor Sal.......and then I thought, why not? Sal wouldn't blow smoke up his ass. I was always good and loving to Sal and shot straight with him. We love each other today. He'll tell the kid the God's honest truth. I think I'll talk to Sal and warn him he may get quizzed. "Well, it might be okay! Let me talk to Uncle Sal and if he says `yes,' then you can talk to him if you want to. He won't lie to you either, but what ever he tells you has to stay with us men. You can't go running to your Ma with things like that, now that your growing up." I kissed him on his little neck, rubbed his little belly with my big rough, calloused hand and moved down to his little crotch. He's learned, if it's all right for him to touch me, it's all right for me to touch him. I ain't afraid to touch my boy. I hear all these tabu things about such and I don't believe it. I had a lot of loving men touch me and play with me when I was growing up. I was never embarrassed or felt uncomfortable naked in front of other men. Tony never flinches nor feels embarrassed when his old man grabs hold of him. Sometimes he sits in my lap and I cup both hands around his little dick and balls like they were the most precious things to me. Most times he'll reach up, grab my hands and put them down there to hold him. Damn, my little boy had a boner that would made any old man proud. His little dick must have been seven or eight inches all ready. I gave him a few gentle strokes with my hand and he backed that little ass into my crotch like a crawdad. "Ouuuh, Daddy that feels so damn good." "Have you come yet by jacking off?" "What's `jacking off,' Dad?" "Well, you're old enough. Now,.... if I show ya , you gotta' promise never to tell your Ma `cause women don't understand about us guys messing around with each other. If your Ma ever found out I was teaching you to jack off,.....my God,.....she'd have a conniption fit." "What's a `conniption fit,' Dad?" "Something you don't ever want to see, Son. Just take my word for it. It's not pretty! What we do has to be kept between us. It's men's secrets. Most all men mess around with other men from time to time but we don't tell the women. They'll go nuts if you do. If you're gonna' be a man you gotta start actin' like one. If you tell her she'll go crazy and we can't play around no more. She all ready thinks I hold you and kiss you too much. Do you?" "Oh, no, Daddy. I love it when you hug and kiss me. It let's me know you love me `cause you ain't afraid to tell me." "Well,......there you go,......your Ma's got different ideas `bout things." "I promise Dad. I want to be a man and how am I gonna' learn unless I can me around a man like you who won't bull shit me. I love just laying here talking to you. I won't never tell even if you teach me to sit down on you." "Okay,...... now your old man's gonna' teach ya' how to jack off. I'm gonna' do it for you the first time and then you can do it for yourself. As for trying to sit on Daddy's dick,.......you got a lot of growing to do before you can even think about it." I kiss him on the back of his neck and tickle him with the stubble of my beard. He goes crazy giggling. I reach down and throw the covers back and grab a towel out of the drawer next to the bed. "This is for your little dick when you shoots." "What's `shoots' Daddy?" "Well Daddy's gonna' rub your little dick, up and down, until it starts feeling real good-like and he's gonna keep rubbing it until it feels even better. He's gonna' keep rubbing it until you think you can't stand it no more. You'll yell, `Daddy, Daddy, Oh stop Daddy, I can't take it no more,' but Daddy'll keep on rubbing it and all of a sudden, it'll start to feel so damn good you won't want Daddy to stop. Then this white suff we call `come' shoots out of your dick. It feels like its ripping your guts out but it feels so good you'll want Daddy to show you all over again." "It won't hurt me, will it, Daddy?" "Naw! Daddy, does it all the time. Has to, he ain't getting nothing else. After I show you, you can jack me off if ya' want's to." "I'd like that, Daddy" "Okay you ready, Son" "Uh huh!" "Let me grab a hol't a' that big thing of yours. Damn, Son, you got a nice big boner there. Like father, like son, huh?" "I hope I get as big as you, Dad." "Well, I'd say you were well on your way, Scout" I started jacking him off, he nestled into my crotch and my old dick got harder and started drooling. Pretty soon it was starting to feel pretty good to him and I kept kissing him on the neck and ear. "Oh, Daddy, it's start'n to feel real good. Kiss me Daddy." he turned his little head to mine and opened his pretty little mouth. I covered it with mine and started putting my tongue gently inside his. He went crazy sucking and kissing me. I was about to come without playing with myself when he started breathing heavy. I knew he was about to get it. My beautiful boy's first load. It suddenly hit me, with his first ejaculation my son is entering manhood. He'll become a man today. The Jews have a ceremony for boys about his age, bar mitzvah and most tribes of the American Indians. He should have a ceremony. I don't know what made me do it, I ain't never sucked a dick in my life but I had to have that first shot of come out of my boy's dick. Me, big fucking, straight ass Bruno didn't think twice. It was mine. "Daddy's gonna' take your first load, Son. It's a tradition among fathers and sons for dads to take their sons first load. He was right there. I stopped jacking him and went down on him sucking ferociously. He couldn't hold back. He grabbed my head with his small hands and shot a damn good load in my mouth. Pretty hard shot, too, down the back of my throat. I wondered if I'd gag or find the taste so vile I couldn't stand it and spit it out. I couldn't do that to the kid. I had to swallow and make him think it was the greatest prize I ever won. It didn't taste bad. It tasted kind of sweet and had the flavor of my boy only a dad can know. I kept my mouth on him sucking, and making him feel good, warm and relaxed. "Oh, Daddy, thank you. Thank you for teaching me how to jack off. You were right, I thought my guts were ripping out but then it felt so good. Shooting in your mouth made me feel so warm and loved. Thank you, Dad!" I kissed him on the mouth again. He melted into my arms and became my little lover boy. He kept thanking me and kissing me. He really got into kissing his old man. I didn't hold back. I let him know I loved him too. "Today, you became a young man, Son. Once you can come and it's official by you dad taking your first load, you're on your way to becoming a man. How's that make you feel?" "Happy and proud that my old man loved me enough to show me how and make it official." "I'll jack you off if you want me to, Daddy. I'd like to take your load, too, since it's a tradition and all. I'd like to taste my dad. Why do we shoot the stuff anyway?" he asked reasonably. "Well, .... I guess your ready for the old father and son heart to heart talk fathers have hedged around and fucked up for centuries. I'm going to tell you the truth and not like my dad taught me neither. If you have any questions just stop me, okay?" He nodded and snuggled down into my arms, reached down and put his little hand on my knob like it was a gear shift lever. "Have you noticed little girls and your mom are different at the crotch than us men?" "Uun, Huh. Sara Higgens showed me hers and wanted to see mine but I felt so bad for her because her's was cut off. I didn't want to make her feel bad." I rubbed his head and said, "That's really sweet of you, Son, but Sara was born that way. So was your mom. All women are like that." "Poor things!" he said thoughtfully. I kissed him again he was so damn sweet. "No Son, that's natural. God created them like that for a reason." "Why Dad?" "Well, I'm getting to that. You see it's a hole that goes way up into their bodies and it's just the right size for a man's penis to fit into." "Has this got something to do with making babies?" he asked as he scrunched up his face. "Yes it does, Son. It's something you should know and you should hear it from your old man." "Okay, Dad." he settled down. "Well, a woman lets the man she loves gently put his dick in there and it feels warm and moist, kinda like my mouth did a while ago on that big wanger of yours. The man will move it in and out of her and it'll start to feel good to both. It's similar to me using my hand to jack you off except it feels a lot better." "I'll bet as big as you are you make Mom feel really great. " "Well.....yeah, I guess,......sometimes. Anyway, they keep working like that and pretty soon it feels like it did to you a minute ago and the man shoots that white stuff inside her. What us men shoot's is made up of thousands of tiny live sperm and they travel up inside the woman to fertilize an egg. One of those little suckers works its way up inside of her into one of those eggs and causes a baby to start to grow. Have you noticed Mrs. Anderson next door, how big her stomach is." "Yeah, she's really fat." "No Son," I said chuckling, "her husband and her did what I just told you and that's a baby growing in there. In about nine months it wants to come out and it comes out the same hole the man puts his penis into. It's hard to imagine but the hole that was so tight, to make you feel good enough to come, will stretch to allow the baby to come out. Then if her husband's lucky it will go back to it's original size to make him feel good again; when they do it. Do you know what doing `it' is called?" "I think so. Is that what the guys call `fucking'?" "Yeah, Son, it is. It's used a lot as a slang word. I don't know why. Maybe it shouldn't be. Something as wonderful as that between a man and a woman that would produce something as beautiful as you, should never be though of in ugly terms." "Did you fuck mom to make me?" "Yes, Son, I did!" "Did I feel good when I came out of you." "You sure as hell did! You were the best feeling of my life! It's the only time in my life I heard the angels sing." I laughed figuring he'd iron out the kinks later. I kissed him again putting my big mouth over his tiny one. He'd suck on my big tongue and explore my mouth with his little one. Shit he was getting me hot. They may be butterfly kisses but they're coming from my little man. "You want me to jack you off, Dad. I'd like to make you feel that good." "Well, if you get me to shoot I'm sure I will." I lay back on the bed and let him try what he wanted. I didn't think he'd get me off but it would feel good with his little hands playing with me. He could barely get his little hand around it. He finally took both hands and began to really jack me off. I thought. `Woah! Wait a minute here, that's feeling pretty damn good. Kid's got talent!' "Daddy, I like your big dick. It's so hard and strong. If momma won't give you a piece of ass, let me." "Yeah, well if you don't tell your Ma we'll work on that." "I won't Dad! You can count on me `cause I love to play around with you. I sure wanna' do it some more. You make me feel good." "That's good, now shut up for a minute and concentrate on what your doing if you want to get your old man off." "Yes, Sir" He was working my old donkey and it was starting to feel better than damn good. I think the little tyke is gonna' take me home. Woah,..... Woah,....... Woah,......Oh shit! "You're doing fine, Son, just a little more and you can put your mouth over the head and catch me. I'll let you know pretty soon ,........ Oh yeah, Son, that `s it! Keep that rhythm....... , Oh yeah! A little faster, Son.....Oh Yeah, I'm just about there, Son ,.....a little harder Oh, yeah! Like that! You're doing good! Okay, Son, let me take it now and you get your little mouth ready. Yeah, here it comes. You be sure and take it all Son! It's important you don't waste a drop." It came up out of me in three huge spurts but he was a trooper and gulped two of `em down and the third one he sensed was the last. He held it in his little mouth to taste then swallowed. I grabbed him in my arms and kissed him deep and could taste my come in his mouth. "Thank you, Son. You did it and you did a damn fine job. I'm really proud of you. How did I taste?" "Pretty good, Dad. It was strong like you and salty but it was also a little bitter. I liked it! It tasted like your big brown nipples taste on your chest when you let's me suck on `em and they seep a little. It tastes like you smell. Strong and like a man! I like laying in your arms and smelling you. When you come's in from the gym and we takes our clothes off your smell makes my dick start dripping, Dad. I hope I smell that good some day. My dick gets hard laying here next to you and smelling you. I love the way you smell Dad and I love you too. Thank you for letting me take your come. That's just between us men, right? Can we do it again sometime?" "Sure as long as your mom don't find out about it." He was lying in my arms thinking. His eyes lit up and he turned to me. "Am I gonna' have your baby now that I swallowed your come." I laughed and tickled him. He was making a joke. "No, silly, you know better'n that! That only happens to women. Remember I told you about the hole women have and that's were the come is suppose to go." "Oh yeah, I should've remembered that." He faked it then smiled like and imp at me knowing he had me going, "I'm sorry, Dad, I was paying attention, really.................Damn!" "What's a' matter now?" "I wanted to have your baby." Then he fell out giggling again. He set me up! That was the punch line. I laughed. "At's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me, Son, but men can't have babies they can only put their seed in a woman who produces the eggs I told you about." "Are they like the one's we eat for breakfast." "Well, similar, those are unborn chicks we eat." "Ooouu," he made a grimace, "they don't sound too good that way." "I guess your right but they're pretty good the way mom fixes them aren't they?" "Yeah, they are. If fucking feels good to you and mom, why don't you do it more often? I don't ever hear you doing it." "Well,......several reason I guess. She thinks I'm too big and says it hurts her instead of feeling good." "Would it hurt me if I sat on you, Dad?" "It might at your present size. When you get older you might be able too. I ain't trying to talk you out of it, Scout! If you got your mind made up then I don't mind but you gotta' grow some first. You're just to damn small now, Son. Are you real sure you want your old man's dick up your little butt." "I wanna' try it. Maybe I could help my old man out. I hear the word `fuck' used so much I thought it might be important to you. I'd do anything in the world for you, Dad." "Think about it. When you get a little older and if you still want to try, remind me and we'll talk about it then. Okay?" "Sure Dad. Learning to jack off is enough for today. That was great!" Weekend after weekend, Tony will wait `til his mother leaves for work, then runs into our bedroom and gets in bed with me. I'm on my side and he snuggles up to me. I throw my arm over him. He lays there for a minute and I can hear him breathing deeply getting my smell in this lungs. I can see his little dick getting hard. Then he rolls on his side and takes my teat in his mouth, content to suck on it for a while. I got big teats. Once in a while he seemed to get something out and sucks hard like he wants more. He'll put his little hand on either side of my big swollen pec and massage it. One morning it sounded like a real sucking sound, like he was getting something. I thought he was trying to do a number on his old man and smiled. "How's that taste Son?" I asked sleepily. He wouldn't stop long enough to answer. I gently pulled him off and there was a white fluid in his mouth. I looked down and damn if my teat didn't have milk coming out of it. Shocked the hell out of me. It's those damn growth hormones Sal's been shooting me up with. Tony's been sucking on them a lot lately. Could that cause them to start producing milk? My pecs are huge and look like male teats and I wondered if it was because of Tony playing with them. Even if I was producing a little milk, it couldn't hurt to let him have it. Hell, my Uncle Joey's wife died giving birth to his twin boys and he started lactating. His doctor said it wasn't unusual for men who's wives died in child birth to start producing milk. It was nature's way of preserving the species. He fed both of them for several weeks. I just patted him on his head and asked him how it tasted? "It's good! It taste like your come but sweeter and not so bitter. Can I have some more." "I guess so. Don't think it'll hurt you." I just took his little head in my big hand and hooked him back up to it. I started to play with myself. For some damn reason the thought of feeding my boy from my teat made me get the hardest boner I ever had in my life. He sucked and massaged and sucked. "You wanna' try some, Dad" he asks. "Sure." He sucked and kneaded my peck and sucked some more. Then he stopped and crawled up on my chest. He put his little mouth to mine and slowly released the milk to me. Not bad. It was rich, thick and sweet. Kinda like condensed milk. He had a mouth full and slowly fed me almost all of it. I told him to swallow the last bit for himself. Now, he can't wait for the weekend to roll around `cause Saturday and Sunday mornings he's right there wantin' more. I think the kid's falling in love with me. I know I'm damn sure falling in love with him. The problem with most people is, their afraid to love their kids and be physical with them. And, every idiot has an opinion. Don't believe me? Just watch the Montel Williams show some morning. I didn't give a shit. It felt right to love my boy. Some folks may read this and say, "He's sick!" Let them! They'll never know the love that passed between my kid and me. Sometimes we start off with a little kissing. Lots and lots of teddy bear hugs and butterfly kisses. It immediately gets his dick hard and mine too. "Kissing make your dick hard, Dad?" "Kissing you makes my dick hard, Son?" "Why do you think that is, Dad?" "Why do you think it is?" "`Cause we love each other and we ain't afraid to show it to one another. Your dick getting hard tells me you love me. Mine does the same thing." "Don't think I could've put it better myself, Scout. I think that's a pretty damn good answer. I do love you, you know?" "Yes Sir, and if you feel how hard I am.....that's how much I love you, Dad." I felt his little dick and it was rock hard. "No! You don't love me that much.....?" I looked at him like he was fool'n with me. "Yes I do, Dad. More'n that even. If I could make it harder, I would!" "No need, Son. I'm convinced......that's pretty damn hard!" He reached down and felt of me. "You love me an awful lot, Dad." "That's right, little one, an awful lot! Now, what are we gonna' do this morning. Want me to hold you and make a little love to you while you jack off?" "That'd be swell, Dad!" "Okay, get comfortable in my arm so you can raise you little head......'mmmm'.....that's it. Nice kiss, Sweet baby! Now go ahead, I want to see if you learned anything. Want Daddy to catch you again when you shoot?" "Oh please, Dad. You make me feel so wanted and good. When you have your mouth around me, it feels like nothing in the world could ever hurt me." "That's the way it's suppose to feel, Sweet heart." I don't know who was writing his material but he had me hooked. We started making out, kissing each other and I felt him start to stiffen, breathing fast, then he yelled to me. "Take me, Daddy. Please....take me." Once again I found myself leaning over engulfing his little organ for his climax. It was even better this time, and his come tasted like honey. Was I becoming a pervert? That's not a good word.....I wouldn't use that to describe my brother. Was I changing? That's better......no, I don't think so. I was just being a dad. Gotta' talk to little brother about this. My old lady's always talking bad about me to him. I noticed lately he ain't been listening to her as much. I guess he finally had enough. He was a little older now and more prone to analyze things adults told him. "You're not fair with Dad! He works his butt off and brings his money home to you. All you do is bitch at him. You're never happy with him. He can't do nothing right to please you. You think I'm just a dumb kid? You think I can't see what goes on around here? You dole out sex to him like you was a warden of a prison." She was stunned! She thought she had him brain washed and in her pocket. She couldn't believe he stood up to her and challenged her with some well thought out remarks. "Where'd ju learn about sex, Mister? That filthy, mouthed old man of yours been talking to you?" "News flash, Mom, next month I'm twelve years old. I took sex ed. last year. Remember, you signed the `okay' form? `Sides you and dad ain't too quiet when you get it on. He snorts like a bull in pasture of fresh heifers and you sound like......." "That'll be quiet enough from you, young man!" "Yeah, well I can count real good too, Mom, and the last time you gave him any was Sunday eight months ago. I'd be ashamed of myself if I was you!" "Well, you ain't me. You been spying on us,........ keeping records?" "No Ma'am, I just remember stuff and when I hear you talk bull shit about my old man it make me feel bad, `cause I know it ain't the truth and you know it too, Mom." His mom didn't know whether to shit or go blind. She'd just been nailed to the wall by an eleven year old child. From the mouth of babes...... Then, she got angry and lost her cool. Bad thing for a parent to lose their cool. When they lose their cool, they lose control of the situation. "Well, if you love your old man so much why don't you give him what he needs? You try taking that monster in your body and see how it feels." "You know I ain't built right, Mom! But if I was, you could bet your ass I'd try to give him what he needs. When I get a little older, if you keep being stingy with him, you can also bet I'm gonna' offer him my ass to help him out." "Don't you talk to me that way, young man. I'll have your dad bust your little butt for that. The very idea, threatening me. Trying to blackmail me into having sex with my own husband. Why I ought to...." "What? You'd have dad whip me for speaking the truth? Listen to yourself, Ma! I ain't trying to blackmail you. I'm telling you the way it's gonna' be. I love my old man! You may as well stop bad mouthin' him to me. I don't want to hear it no more! Nothing you say about him is gonna' stop me from loving him and if he wants it, you can bet your ass, one of these days, I'm gonna' offer him mine. He's a good and decent man. He's a good provider for you and me and I can't see that he asks that much of either one of us." "With that my old lady slapped my beautiful little boy across the face so hard she bloodied his lip and his spit flew across the kitchen. I was in the next room and heard the whole thing. Then she started crying, wailing, and calling for me. "Bruno! Bruno! Get in here! Get in here, now!" I waited for a few minutes like I was coming from the back of the house. "Yeah? What's up, Hon.?" I asked acting like I didn't hear anything. "Take your son and use your belt on him. He talked rude to his mother and I won't stand for it. Take him! Take him now!" Tony had his little head hung but looked up at me knowing he was gonna' get it. I looked real stern at him. Suddenly, he pulled himself to his full height, squared his little shoulders, cocked his head to one side, stuck out his little chest and marched right by me. "Come on, Dad." he motioned for me to follow with his head, "This is one licking I'm gonna' enjoy! Still got that big wide belt Dad? I hope you use that one. It hurts the best!" The old lady looked at me like she knew she'd fucked up. She knew at that moment, she'd lost him. Can't punish a kid `cause he nails you to the wall. She caused it, let the bitch be on the hurting end for a change. I decided I was gonna' make this good to nail her guilt to her ass. "Your Ma is the law in this house, Son. She says you gotta' get the belt that's final. There's no argument `gainst that!" I was stern `cause she was watching. It was working. Her eyes started watering. "I would never argue with you, Dad. I love you too much to argue. You're right, let's go." He grabbed me by the hand and led me down the hallway to our bedroom. I tried talking to him all the way about how he must respect his mother and I wouldn't tolerate him talking bad to his Ma. I knew the kid was hurting. I could feel it through his hand. Not because he was afraid of my belt but because he knew he was being punished for being right! And that hurts more than the thought of punishment! The punishment was physical. He knew how ever bad he got it, he would recover. The other wound would lay open and bleeding for many years. We got to the bed room and I locked the door behind us. He turned to me with tears in his eyes. "Your right, dad!" he said quietly like a mature little man ready to face the gallows for his crime, "there ain't no excuse for me being mean to Ma. Go ahead, give me a good one! I deserve it!" I started laughing and he looked confused. He was trying so hard to be the brave little man his dad would be proud of. I squatted down to look him in the eyes. I spoke softly and spoke each word like it was more important than the last. "Do you think for one minute your old man would punish you when you were right?" Tony looked perplexed but slowly shook his head, "I was in the other room, Scout, and heard the whole damn thing!" I pulled him to me, hugged and kissed him. "Ain't no way in hell I'm gonna' punish my little man for speaking the truth. Your old man loves you, too, but we gotta make her think I'm giving you a hell of a whipping with my belt. Can you help me with this?" Tony smiled real big getting excited about the conspiracy. "You bet! I'm sorry, Dad, I should've had more faith in you." "Here's what you do, lay across the bed and I'll give you a few light ones to make your ass red so's she'll think I done a good job. You yell and scream and try to cry if you can and I'll yell at you too about how you can't talk back or be rude to your Ma. Tony smiled at me and hugged me. "I was so angry at her I would've gladly taken your belt. Thanks, Dad." Tony quickly took his pants off and I got my big wide belt out of the closet. I came back and he was still standing. He looked at me longingly. "Please dad! Across your knees." "Good idea, Son!" I sat on the side of the bed and he draped his nude little body across my big legs making sure he got his little dick between my huge legs. I leaned over and kissed his little butt and tickled his little hole until he giggled. "Damn, Son! You got a sweet little butt. Your old man's gonna' look forward to the day you offer that sweet thing up to him. You ready, Sweet baby?" "Yes Sir, dad,.... and dad?.........I love you!" "I love you too, Scout. Now, let's make this a good show!" I raised my belt and brought it down across his little ass just hard enough to make a loud sound. He let out a wail like fucking banshee working overtime. Scared the shit out of me. "That hurt, Son?" I whispered. "Oh, hell no, dad!....make the next one a little harder! Let's do this up right!" I laughed, he was doing what I asked, making a good show. I raised the belt and brought it down again a little harder. Again he yelled at the top of his voice then whispered. "Little harder, dad! ......come on, do it! " I smiled to myself thinking the little shit's enjoying this. I brought two more down pretty damn hard and he yelled his lungs out and even started crying. "Come on, dad! Let me have it! You got more in you than that. Let me have five good ones in a row. Come on dad! Gimme' something to holler about." I knew my kid well enough to know he wouldn't lie to me or ask me to do something he didn't think he could handle. I gave that kid five butt busting hits across his ass and again he yelled, screamed and cried. Then I felt something wet between my legs. "Did I beat the piss out of you, Son?" I asked concerned. "No dad!" he started giggling, "I came." I started laughing and almost couldn't get myself together. "I damn near did too, Scout. If I was to do five more like that I know I would." "Come on, Dad! I can take five more hard ones. Can I take you when you come?" "Sure can, Sweet baby, you've earned it." The kid had my old monster out in no time with his mouth over the head. He was kneeling down in front of me putting his little ass in the air as high as he could for me to take my best shot at it. "Here we go, Scout!" I reared back and popped him a good one. He took a little more of my dick in his mouth. I popped him two more, harder than the first. I was on the edge. Then he pulled my foreskin back to get the full taste of me. I popped him the fourth one really hard and shot two weeks of stored up come in my sweet boy's mouth. He had tears coming down his smiling little face as he swallowed my spunk. I shot some more, raised my belt for the last one and he raised his ass even higher signaling me to make the last one hurt for the both of us. I brought it down so hard across his little butt I bounced on the bed and shot again. I looked down and my boy had shot again; all over my legs and work boots. Then he jumped in my arms and started yelling and crying. "I won't never talk back or be rude to Ma again, Dad. I promise." He pulled back, looked at me and winked real big and went on with his hollering. I was kissing him and holding him. I rubbed his sore little ass and found his little pucker with my finger to play with it a little. He had other ideas and pushed his little butt back until he was all the way on it. He was still yelling and promising to be a good boy. I was talking very stern to him about how I hopped he'd learned his lesson. I didn't like doing this but I would if he ever spoke bad to his Ma again. He was kissing me and I was kissing him. "Gimme' two, dad!" he whispered. I added another finger up his little ass as he humped and humped taking them deeper and deeper up his little butt. "Want the third one, Sweet baby?" I whispered back. "Oh, hell yes, dad! Am I ready for Hollywood?" I was laughing as I gave him the third one and he took it like a trooper. Working that little ass like my old lady never would. "You're gettin' close, ain't you, Son?" I could see it in his eyes He was really riding my hand hard now and then I added the fourth finger. He made two, then three big pushes as deep as he could slam his little ass down on my hand , grabbed me tight around the neck, pulled himself to my chest as tight as he could. I followed him with my hand not letting him pull off. Then I felt it. He humped my chest twice and third time shot his third load all over me. I collapsed on the bed with him on top of me and we were both laughing our ass off but making no sound. I talked softly to him. "You did fine, Son. I'm so damn proud of my boy! Gimme' a kiss." He kissed me full on the mouth and started pulling my tongue down his throat. It was so hot what passed between us as mischievous boys getting away with the ultimate prank I felt it boiling up in me. I pulled away from his mouth and whispered. "Quick Son! Get down there I got another one on the way." he no sooner got his little mouth over it than I almost blew his head off. He swallowed and swallowed. He slowly raised up and winked at me and I knew. "You've still got some in your mouth, ain't cha'?" He smiled and nodded. "Share it with your old man?" he nodded real big and came toward my mouth. We kissed again and he released some of his dad's prize to me and I swallowed. Damn, my come tasted just like his. "You enjoy the rest of it, Sweet baby." He smiled and swallowed making a `mmmm,' sound like it was yummy. There came a knock on the door. Grindle's mother. "Everything all right in there? That's enough, Bruno! Ya' don't have to kill the poor kid to punish him!" We both started laughing silently and I put my finger to my lips to hush. "Yeah, Hon! We're though. We're just having a heart to heart, man to man, talk. I'm explaining why he can never talk to you that way again. We'll be out in a minute." "Okay,...... well,..... I've almost got lunch ready then I have to go to work." "We'll be right there, Honey!" I kissed my boy hard again. "I love you so much, Tony! You're old man's proud of you, Son. Look, I know you're old enough to know what gay means and I know you like messing around with me but I'm worried our messing around will turn you gay and you might not like girls. Truth is, I love messing around with you, too. All I'm trying to say is........if you turn out gay or think you're gonna' be.....your old man could give a shit less. I'll love you just the way you are! Gay or straight." "Thanks dad, if I thought I was gay or gonna' be I wouldn't be afraid to tell you. You know you'd be the first one I'd come to and talk about it. Who else loves me as much as you do and would understand anything I told him. I know how much you love me, but I'll be honest.......Don't be angry with me Dad but I've hidden in here and watched you pork mom several times. I sure would like to try that with a girl sometime. By the way dad, you fuck mom really good! I don't think she appreciates what she's got. Why do you think I want you to fuck me? Sure looks like a fun ride to me." I couldn't believe the maturity of his statement. He had this all figured out. It was me that was being seduced. I let him run with it. "The way girls smell at school keeps me hard all day. Even mom sometimes smells a certain way and I'm embarrassed to admit it but I have to run to the bathroom an jack off." I'm laughing with my boy "Boys don't do much for me but when I'm laying next to my old man........shit, Dad! Well,.....just look at me now. I shot three times and I'm still hard. You shot twice......why are you still hard?" "Good point, Scout! Damn good point! I just know, when you grow a little more, if you still have a hankering to sit on me, I ain't gonna' stop you from trying. I get hard every time I see that little butt of yours. You got an ass just like your Uncle Sal's." "After Mom leaves for work...........?." "What?" "Can we come back in here and you use the belt on me a little more. I don't think I really learned my lesson that well. In fact it may take another two or three sessions with your belt to get it through my thick head that my dad means business." I started laughing and tried to laugh as softly as I could. We held each other. He was laughing to. I lay back on the bed and he crawled up on top of me, leaned over and kissed me. "I love you, old man! You're the greatest dad a kid ever had!" My eyes started leaking and he kissed each tear away. "I promise, Sweet baby. Right after she leaves we'll shuck our clothes off except our undershirts. Us men will get in here and your old man will beat the meanness out of that little butt of yours. Lovingly of course." "I don't know, Dad. I got a lot of meanness in me but this did teach me a big lesson." "What's that, Son?" "Never to lose faith in my old man,.... ever,...... again!" I hugged him tight to me. "Promise to shove your hand up me again?" "Count on it!" TWENTY YEARS LATER Labor Day 2001 "Hey Hon, when's Tony and Fran gonna' get here with the kids. We ain't seen them kids in over two weeks. That's too damn long to keep `em away from their grandparents if you asked me." "Settle down, Bruno. Gimme' a kiss." I kissed the old lady while looking out the door. I see Sal's car pull up. "Honey, it's Sal! I knew he'd come......Sal, baby brother, damn it's good to see you. Come on in." Tony arrives minutes later with Fran and our eight grand kids. Two sets of twins. Twin boys, twin girls, three singles, and the love of my life, an adopted two year old Italian boy. Could be a double for Tony when he was that age. "Come to your granddad kids!" I'm smothered in teddy bear hugs and butterfly kisses. I'm sot with `em. I've found my bliss. A granddad's heaven on earth. I'm swimming in a sea of love. I tuck a new five dollar bill in each pocket for a hug and a kiss. "Dad! I told you about spoiling the kids." Tony hollers at me. "Shut up and gimme' a kiss! It's what granddads do! Good to see you, Son......I've missed you." "You only saw me two weeks ago." "Don't care, dammit, I missed you! Damn, Tony! Fran gets prettier every time I see her. Gimme' a hug, Fran." Fran is one hell of a looker. She takes care of my boy and gives him what he needs. Fran knows the special relationship my boy and I have but she doesn't feel threatened. My old lady finally came around about the time Tony left for college. He had little to do with her after that day she wanted him punished for telling the truth. Tony wrote her off and couldn't understand why I didn't leave her. Her output of sex got less and less over the years. If I got any twice a year I was lucky. Couple years went by we never touched each other. Damnedest thing was.......I still loved her......she was the mother of the most precious gift any man can receive. My beautiful boy. They're on a little better terms now `cause he knows she's putting out to his old man again. I set a time limit for Sherl to come around. I was gonna' wait `til my boy was in college then I'd make my move. I finally put it to her. I'd gone all these years with mercy fucks from her, and we were coming to a crossroads. I still loved her as much as ever but if she wasn't gonna' put out......I was leaving. She tried but her heart wasn't in it. I could have bought two pieces of liver at the market, fucked `em and gotten more response. I guess the worst thing a woman can ask a man is, "Are you through, yet." "No dear, but that's okay......I'll get the cat....." We were headed for separation then divorce. I still needed sex. My boy did what he told his mom he was gonna' do. He offered his little ass up to his old man. Something in my gut told me to allow the kid to do it. It's important to him to give you this. Take his gift in the spirit of love that it's offered. My beautiful boy was gone to college and I didn't want to screw up Sal's life. Tony made sure he got home a couple of weekends a month to help his old man out. Fuck! I was gonna' find me a whore that couldn't be satisfied and marry her! Then quite by accident, I got mad one night. I wasn't drunk but I decided, `By God, she was my wife and I was gonna' get me a piece. She turned me down the last four times I approached her. This was getting ridiculous. I had some rights in this Goddamn house.' I picked her up, carried her kicking and screaming to the bedroom. I threw her on the bed and ripped her clothes off. Ripped mine off and told her to shut the fuck up I was gonna' get me some of what was mine. She made the mistake of being too stingy with her cunt one too many times. She had blown my safety switch. If she wanted a divorce after this,...... fine with me, but sure as God made little green apples I was gonna' get me some pussy NOW. If she wanted to be stingy with it,.....that's fine......go find another fool to lead around by the nose and keep it from him. I was kicking her ass out, but I didn't want her to leave without throwing a fuck in her she'll never forget. She could have me arrested, thrown in jail. I accept responsibility for my actions. She could call it rape or any other label she wanted to put on it. Whatever! I didn't care! I paid for her ass too many Goddamn years to walk away without getting the fuck I always wanted. I wasn't going to beg her ass to get it, either. I told her she might as well lay back and suffer through it like she did every Goddamn time she deemed me worthy and threw me a bon bon. If she wanted to fight me, that was even better. Leastwise, I'd know for sure she was still alive under me. The few times she doled it out to me I was never quite sure. I had to keep checking to see if she was still breathing. God forbid she should move her hips! I took her and not too gently. I wasn't mean but I was making a statement and by the time I got my dick in her to where I was satisfied she got the message. For the first time in our marriage she wasn't in control of the fucking. I had just taken that away from her. For this one time we were gonna' fuck the way her animal wanted it. I started in and didn't care how it was feeling to her. I didn't care whether my big dick was hurting her or not. My only concern was how this fuck was feeling to my old dick......and so far it was feeling pretty damn sweet. This fuck was for me, it may be our last, but by God it was gonna' be the best damn fucking she ever gave me. I was sure as hell gonna' see to that. She started yelling and screaming, clawing my back, yelling for me to fuck her harder. "Come on you big fucking spaghetti bender.....fuck me harder you big dicked wop son of a bitch! I know you got more in you than that. Fuck me with that big thing.......Oh God, Bruno!..... Why the hell ain't you fucked me this way before... Oh, God Bruno, baby.......fuck your momma......that's it.....give it to momma, baby......you're the only man that can make her feel this way......run with it baby,....slam that big wop dick in me! Come on.....come on...... Oh yes.....oh yes.....this is the fuck I've dreamed about you giving me. Divorce hell, you ain't getting rid of me that easy my Italian stallion, not now, not when you show me what you really got!! ........... You stopped!!.................don't laugh at me, you animal, I can't help it if the man inside of you just decided to take it away from me,..... fuck me, fuck your old lady.......take it away from your momma, baby. That's it! Rougher, meaner, harder....Bruno....Oh God Bruno...I love you......I've done you so wrong, baby....you deserve better Darling........all these years I've been controlling you with my cunt and I only wanted you to take control away from me. I can't handle it. I'm mean inside. Fuck that meanness out of me Husband. Make me the wife you need, daddy. I'm with you daddy......take me there daddy,.....I'm there baby.....I'm there....... Oh God I can feel your hot juice in me.......keep fucking me Darling......Oh that feels wonderful.....Oh Bruno you're getting me again.........agggggggggh! Talk about a turn around. From then on.....all old Bruno's gotta' to do is snap his fingers, tell her to get her ass into the bedroom and prepare herself for her husband, he will take his pleasure with her body this evening. Meaning, she better get her ass ready, in thirty minutes or I was gonna' start without her. I'd climb deep in her pussy and fuck her `til the buffalo on the nickle shits. If she ain't ready when I come in there she's still gonna' get fucked even if I have to slam her back door. She'll giggle and run get herself ready. I go in and strip my clothes off with her watching. I talk dirty to her telling her about how hard I'm gonna' take her, I'm gonna' fuck her so hard her twat will hurt for three days. She smiles as she watches my fourteen inches fall from my pants hard as a damn rock. She smiles and licks her lips. "You ain't been a good girl the last couple a days woman! Daddy Bruno's gonna' have to take it away from you this afternoon. I may even hurt you a little bit. Either way.....I'm gonna' take what I want." I crawl on top of her slowly and sink my big dick in her. No foreplay, nothing. This fuck's for the man of the house, she knows it and she lets me believe it! Once again we start in on a rough ride with her urging me on. I scared her to death the other night. Sal got me a small leather whip from a gay S & M shop. I had it on the bed the next night. I told her to get her ass ready, her man needed some and don't even think of the word, `no.' If she had a headache take a fucking aspirin. She saw the small whip, didn't say anything but had tears in her eyes. "You really gonna' use that on me?" "You want me to, Darling?" "Maybe.....someday...soon...let me think about it...." She surprised the hell out of me. Who knew? "Ain't for me, Sweet baby, it `be' for you!" Her eyes lit up in puzzlement. "You want me to.........." "At's right, Darlin.' When your man's in there taking it away from you.....fucking you `til `have' won't `hell' it, you're yelling for him to fuck you harder......now you can show him how much harder you want your animal to fuck you Darlin.' You want your horse to ride you faster.... harder.....deeper......you gotta' whip him to get him to ride you the way you need. He'll take you where you want to go.....you just have to get his attention." "Oh Bruno,....I don't know if I can." "Get you ass on that bed.....we'll find out pretty damn quick!" Once again we started off. I'll have to say she was ripe for a mean daddy fuck! She was dancin' to my tune. She tried not too use it, God love her. She grounded her teeth until they sounded like chiclets in a box determined she wasn't going to use it. She squirmed under me but she was not going to use it. I was fucking her so hard and deep, relentlessly, the dam finally broke. I felt that whip come down across my back pretty damn hard and she started yelling like a horny cowgirl with a new set of spurs. She was yelling at the top of her voice for her Goddamn horse to fuck her harder.......she landed another good one down my back.....made me jump three feet straight in the air. I thought I reached orbit altitude and slammed it into her harder on re-entry. She brought one down on my ass so hard my eyeballs spun in opposite directions....I jumped even higher on that one and again slammed her back into the bed.....I knew one more would do it for me........damn, she must of read my mind, it was a good one, too. Couple of the leather strands caught both balls to set them tap dancin' their way to stardom....fuck it hurt! She started yelling....screaming she was there....take it away from me Bruno.......Oh God I can feel you shooting in me .......Oh God." We made history with that fuck. The neighbor's from three blocks away sent us baskets of fruit. We lay there locked together. Me making soft loving sounds to her how much I loved her, how good she was, how hot a fuck she'd turned out to be. Her animal loved fucking her pussy. Loved to feel his big, dirty, filthy, cock, sheathed by her cunt. She started crying softly. "Damn, Bruno! That was the greatest fuck you've ever given me, Darling. Thanks for the toy.....did I hurt you?" Both eyeballs had returned to their sockets. The jury was still out on the jewels and my back looked like the plains of Nasca........other than that I'd say my work here was done. "Felt wonderful baby.....gonna' save my back from a lot of claw marks." she laughed. "Did it work for you, Darlin'?" Silence. Then we both fell out laughing. "Is it really mine, Bruno?" "Want daddy to write your name on it? Of course, it's yours. You sure got your old horse's attention. Made him take you where you wanted to go, didn't you, Sweet baby." "Bruno........." She started crying and I kissed her tears away. We lay there for and hour or more with my old dick soaking in her still tight little pussy. "I'm so sorry, Bruno. All those years we could've been having this. I never could just give it to you, baby. I was taught sex was dirty and you should only do it to have a kid. I thought of you as an animal wanting to fuck me all the time. I always wanted you to take it away from me but I didn't know how to ask. If you still want me, Bruno. Don't ever ask me again, Sweet heart......don't give me time to think...... remember this.... that cunt between my legs.....you own it, it's yours..... when I said, `I do' it became yours.... use it when you want it. Don't bother to ask. In the middle of the night....you want it baby....take it!" "I know it means as much to you as it does me. I can feel it in you. I accept your pussy as mine. I'll never hit you, honey, but if you want to stay with me I will take it away from you. I won't be unreasonable, but don't ever tell me you got a headache. That'll be the quickest way to get your ass fucked." I felt down around her cunt to see how much of me was in her and there was still three and a half inches to the base. I thought she should have it all. I didn't know if I would fit. I kissed her and she felt me moving more into her....."Bruno......Bruno....." "You need to feel all of your man in you, Darlin' Lot a' women out there'd pay to feel that much cock in `em" I was firm but steady until I felt the base hit her cunt lips. She was moving under me not in pain but ecstacy. "Bruno......Bruno......aaaaaggggggg....." I could feel her warmth tighten around me. She suddenly became very moist. She'd had an internal orgasm. She'd never experienced before. It was a new world to her. She wouldn't let me go. We had fallen back in love again after all these years. You want to know about Tony? My beautiful boy? He kept being my little lover boy. He wouldn't have much to do with his mom. She knew she'd lost him. He went through the perfunctory mother's day card thing. It would be signed, Tony. No `love,' Tony or `with all my love'......she got the message. She knew exactly why she'd lost him and why she'd never have him back until she started putting out to me. She made the mistake of confronting him when he was about sixteen about the way he treated her. "What do you mean the way I treat you, Mom? Am I disrespectful?" "No never." "Am I rude to you?" "You know you're not!" "Then what's the problem, Mom?" "I'm your Mother, Tony! You never show me any affection." The minute it came out of her mouth she knew she'd been `checked' and `mated.' She hadn't gone out of her way to show his dad much affection all these years, what did she expect? She, of all people, knew how much he loved his dad. Tony was his dad's personal cheering section. Tony looked at her, raised one eyebrow, smiled and walked away. That action was more devastating to her than an avalanche of words. Tony never failed to do anything she asked him to. He did any chore she asked without grumbling but that made it all the worse for her. He kept his distance from her with a `noblesse oblige' attitude. He was polite to her and courteous but he dealt with her like she was a necessary nuisance. If he had been hostile, angry with her she could've handled that but he was consistently pleasant. Not too little but not too much to encourage either. Did he ever sit on his old man's dick? Oh yeah! That kid worked and worked at stretching his ass until one morning after his fourteenth birthday he managed to take it all. Damn, was he proud of himself. I swear he grew a foot that day. His Uncle Sal had been working with him teaching him to clean and prepare himself. "You gotta' get everything out, Tony. You can't have anything in there and take a man like your dad. He ain't human! He's my big Bubba and I love him dearly but it took me months to take him when we were kids. Why this obsession to take your old man? .....I don't have the slightest feeling you're gay. Your dad doesn't expect you to do this. Especially, if you're gonna' be straight and give him grand kids." "Uncle Sal, help me, this is important to me. I'll tell you `cause I know I can trust you not to tell dad. Since I was nine or ten I've wanted to feel him inside me. I ain't attracted to guys......well, except you Uncle Sal I think your pretty cute." "Spare me......" Sal rolled his eyes. "There's just something about my old man I have to have. I ain't gonna' be happy until I feel him all the way inside me. I need to wrap my love around him and that love being my body. It's almost like God is telling me to do it. It's important! I've thought about it a lot. I have some of the answers but not all of them. If I can once get him in me, then to have him fuck me `til he shoots his seed in my body is icing on the cake. I don't want to be his woman. Dad would never treat me that way to begin with. I made a promise to my mother one day in the heat of an argument that if she didn't start putting out more to him sooner or later, I was gonna' offer him my ass. I don't want to take my mothers place. I don't want to be Dad's wife. I don't look at this as playing a feminine role. I want my dad to be able to get himself off by fucking his buddy. When he fucks you, or I fuck you......do we try to make you a woman?" "No! Of Course not. You make me feel more like a man than Bubba does. You have a totally different style and approach to fucking than your old man and if I may say so.......you've excelled your teacher!" "Damn! That's sweet Uncle Sal. Ya' got one coming for that! What I'm trying to say is, no kid has ever had a relationship with their dad like ours. We have been this way since about my ninth birthday. We were drawn to each other like magnets. He couldn't hide his love from me if he wanted to. I was pretty open with mine, too. We would run around naked in front of each other when mom was at work. He never told me not to touch his dick. I use to love to smell his sweaty balls when he'd come home from a hard days work and then went to the gym. He wouldn't jump in the shower after he got home......he'd sit and watch the news on T.V. drink a beer and let me lay in his lap to sniff his balls. Damn he smelled good. I wanted to smell like him. I wanted to be a man like him. I wanted to eat him. Not sexually, but like a piece of food. I wanted to consume him. I couldn't get enough of him. He never pushed but I knew in my heart he wanted me with him as much as I wanted to be. I've seen other dad's ignore their kids and send them away. Dad would've never done that to me. If I needed to be with him for any reason, his arms and heart were open to me. One day he lifted his big balls up and placed them over my face. They covered my mouth, nose and eyes. I didn't dare move. I was in heaven smelling his big set of balls that close. Then he told me he knew how much I liked to sniff his balls. He wouldn't care if I wanted to taste `em and maybe clean `em up for him. He was gonna' get into the shower in a minute and that smell would be gone. He saved it just for me. Well, Uncle Sal, my old man could've brought me home the most expensive bike or any present and it would pale to the present he gave me that afternoon. He told me not to be shy all boys liked to explore and smell their dad's bodies. I stuck my tongue out not knowing what to expect. I ran it all around on the underside of his ball sack. It was just laying there gently on my face. When I pulled my tongue back in and tasted my dad's flavor I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. Never tasted anything that good in my life. It was his essence. It was him. It was the smell that still gets my dick harder than anything when I shove my head in his crotch. I cleaned his balls that day and have every day I could since. It's almost a ritual with us. One that I have come to consider sacred and I know he feels the same way. It's almost a holy time between us. Laugh if you will but that's how I feel." "Your uncle is the last to laugh and the first to know what you're talking about. When Bubba wants a quick blow job after his work out, I get my nose close to his crotch and many times I've dropped my load before I got him off just from his smell. Since we were kids and he use to crawl in my bed and fuck me he had the most intoxicating smell. A clean, masculine smell. You have it, too, Tony. You ain't aware of it but you do. And, hon, yours is even more powerful than your old man's. Stop laughing! It's true, Goddamn it!" "You know, Dad taught me to jack off?" "Yeah, he told me abut that. He was worried he was turning queer `cause he felt he had to take your come. Now he tells me he's over that. He don't waste no time with the jacking part he goes straight for the blow job. Never in a million years would I ever thought my Bubba would even consider going down on another man let alone suck him to climax. Will wonders never cease? Funny thing about it.......rather than knock my idol off his pedestal.....it's raised him up several notches. I'm able to see how he's grown and become a much bigger man. It would seem that he has a need to consume you as well. The need to consume the object of our love in not a new concept in psychology, you know?" "Yeah, Uncle Sal! But my point is,....how many kids have to find out about jacking off by themselves and some suffer great guilt feelings about it. How many have their old man hold them in his arms, tell them what it's all about and does it the first time for you to show you how. Then there couldn't be anything wrong with it if my dad taught me how to do it. Hell, I can't tell you how many times we jacked off together. Of all the men in the world, my dad ain't gay. He takes my come for the same reason I have to feel the organ that spit me out, inside my body. Can you understand that? Does that sound crazy to you?" "Not at all. I knew you and your dad were close but I didn't realize how deep your love ran. No pun intended, Dear. One could almost equate it to the Eucharist. Certainly it's a communion between you. Almost and reaffirmation of your love and faith in each other. These are symbolic metaphors that's best left alone if you're happy and satisfied with the relationship." "I am and he is......I just need this and I think he does too. We need this to complete something. Don't ask me what, I don't know but he feels it and it's stronger in me. He'd never admit it but he wants to feel himself inside me. Help me, Uncle Sal. You can teach me. I know you can. I swear to you on all that's sacred, you do this for me and I'll personally fuck you once a week for a year." "That, young man, knowing the size of your cock, is an offer I can't refuse! Oh dear God! I'm beginning to see the end.......I see it clearly........the Portrait of Dorian Grey......I'm becoming that jaded old fairy that seduces his nephew. Heaven help me! Look, no deal! I'll teach you but you gotta' do what I say. Promise?" Tony nodded. "Come back to the gym Friday afternoon...help me close and I'll be ready for you in the back room." Sal genuflects. "I love you, Uncle Sal." "Love you too, Tony." Tony was there to help Sal close up. Sal told Tony how to clean himself but he'd never tried it. Sal sent him to the corner drug store for his on clean out equipment. Sal sent him to the showers to clean his ass out. Tony did as instructed. After Tony told his uncle he was clean, Sal made him take a full bag and watched it as it came out. He was clean. Sal led Tony back to his personal dungeon he rented to his kinkier customers. He swore Tony to secrecy. His brother knew nothing about this room and that's the way he wanted it. Tony swore he wouldn't tell. Sal showed Tony how to get up into the sling so his ass was readily available. On a table next to Sal was eight or nine rubber husbands of increasing sizes. Tony saw immediately what Sal planned and had no problems. Of course, that was the logical way to go about it. Starting him small and working him up. Sal was gentle and patient with his nephew. He began to enjoy their Friday afternoon sessions. Sometimes his nephew insisted he get in the sling and Tony would fuck Sal. Sal had to admit for a fourteen year old kid his nephew was a pretty damn good fuck. Well, why wouldn't he be, look who his old man is? After a couple of months, Tony was taking some of Sal's biggest dildos but still not as big as his dad. I had no idea this was going on and laughed my ass off later when Sal and Tony related the story to me. One afternoon when I was horny as hell I dropped by the gym, did my workout and hung around hoping I could get a little Bubba butt. Sal was all for it but had a favor attached. Afterward, he wanted to make a plaster cast of my dick. He has a new hobby. He's making life like replicas of all his friends dicks and he needs mine to start the collection; to say nothing of dressing it up in doll cloths and setting it on the mantle. I didn't think anything about it. Sal's always doing crazy things. He wants a copy of Bubba's cock, he can have it! We fucked and cleaned up. He gave me one hell of a fuck that afternoon. I could've gone on longer but he and I both had obligations. He had every thing ready and the cast was done in less than thirty minutes. He told me he had a friend that would cast it in a pliable rubber. He promised I could see it after it was done. The Big Bruno dildo was made and Sal had it ready for Tony's next visit. Sal didn't say anything. He thought he'd see if he could get it up Tony's butt first. It might have a negative effect if he told him it was a copy of his dad's dick. His ass hole might freeze up or something.......you never know......it could happen! Sal opened him up with a couple of smaller ones. Tony would play with his cock as his uncle worked on loosening his muscle. Tony thought about how much he had come to enjoy these afternoons with his uncle. He looked forward to them. Sal made sure Tony's ass was high enough and head back far enough he couldn't see what dildo Sal was using. Tony quickly open up that day and was taking the big ones with ease. Then Sal lubed up Big Bruno. It was touch and go but Tony thought he could do it. Sal wouldn't let him see the dildo. Told Tony not to get up or look under any circumstances. It was psychologically better if he didn't see how much larger the next size was. Tony agreed to follow Sal's every order to the letter. Sal started fucking Tony with the head and could feel him dilating more and more. Sal kept alternating his fingers to stretch Tony. Tony was right at the threshold. He only needed a small push. Sal broke open a fresh bottle of poppers and told Tony what they were. That it would make his head woozy for a minute but it would open his butt hole. Tony was skeptical but tried it. About the second or third hit of poppers, Tony's ass dilated to become slightly smaller than the Grand Canyon. Sal laughed to himself. He'd seen Atlas missile silos that were smaller. Sal easily slipped his Bubba's replica in his nephews ass; not just a little but to the base. He was sure it didn't hit either wall of Tony's lower track. "How's that feel Darlin'?" "Oh, Uncle Sal. None of them other dildos compares to this one. This one's bigger but it's comfortable. Feel's like it was made for my ass." Sal bit his own tongue to keep from falling on the floor laughing. He couldn't look at his nephew for a minute. "Something wrong, Uncle Sal?" "Ugggh, no, Sweetheart I was just thinking about something and bit my tongue. Ever done that?" "Yeah, it hurts but not this dildo, Uncle Sal. It's sweet. Fuck me a little with it, please!" Sal started playing with it, pulling it out, fucking Tony's butt. Sal would pull about half of it out and then sink of it to Tony's ooouus and awwws. "Damn, Uncle Sal. That's a fine dido. Let it rest for a minute or I'm gonna' shoot my load too soon. Is this one bigger than the last one?" "A little bit but not that much. I think it's just better shaped." Sal fucked him some more and he had no problems getting fucked or taking it to the hilt. "I've got a leather strip tied around and through so if it slips all the way in I can simply pull it out. How `bout I wipe the grease off your little butt, you get out of the sling and we can sit in the spa for a while. Just leave that one in you and let it stretch you. I'll get us a beer." "This one's so comfortable I think I could wear it for a while.....sure Uncle Sal. The warmth will help expand my ass." "Well, it just might help." Sal cleaned the boy up and Tony gingerly got down from the sling. Sal got them two beers and they sat in the hot tub spa. Sal didn't turn the bubbles on so he could talk quietly to Tony. "Thanks for the beer, Uncle Sal, dad lets me have one at home every now and then. Especially if I promise to give him a blow job. Damn, Uncle Sal. Never though I'd say this but this is a dildo I could fall in love with. Could I get one of these for myself?" "Ohhhh, I just might be able to get you one. Still feel comfortable, Dear?" "Oh fuck, Uncle Sal.....it not only feels like it was made for my ass, it feels like it's a part of me." Sal almost drowned in the spa from laughter. Poor Tony smiled but was clueless. "Well, I've got to tell you this. I can't keep it a secret a moment longer. Congratulations, Tony you passed the dildo test. And, there's a very good reason that dildo feels so comfortable; like it's a part of you. It is a part of you, Kiddo!" "Not sure I understand, Uncle Sal. Is this dildo bigger'n my dad?" "You told me you wanted me to teach you to take your dad up you butt, right?" "Yes Sir. With all my heart." "Well, come over here and give Uncle Sal a hug." Tony sat his beer down and moved to the center of the spa and put his arms around his uncle. Sal moved his hand down to feel if any of the dildo had slipped out in the hot water. To his surprise it had gone all the way into Tony's ass and only the leather string hung out his hole. Sal laughed. "It must feel comfortable.....it's slipped all the way in." "Yeah, I felt it after I got in the spa. But it felt so good I didn't say anything." Sal looked deep into Tony's eyes. "Tony, my dearest most favored nephew, you have a replica of you dad's monster in your butt." Tony stood frozen for a long moment. Then this big grin started across his face. He looked at his uncle, Tony was about to cry. Tony kissed his uncle full on the mouth a passionate kiss. Sal didn't hold back.....he damn well earned that kiss. "See why I bit my tongue and damn near drowned my ass a minute ago? You kept going on about how comfortable it felt......." "Yeah, yeah, and it felt like it was made for my ass!" Tony started laughing, "and you're right! It is a part of me. How the hell did you get it?" Tony asked. Sal told him the story as Tony laughed his considerably filled ass off. Tony decided he had to leave it in for at least and hour and could he come by every afternoon this next week. All Sal would have to do was insert it and let him wear if for a couple of hours. When he got ready to try his dad he didn't want to stop `til he hit the base. Sal said yes. Tony faithfully came back every afternoon that next week. When Sal took it out the first afternoon, Tony cried and kissed the dildo. He couldn't believe how much it looked like his dad's cock. The fourth afternoon Tony succeeded in inserting it himself and was very proud. Friday he got to the gym early. His uncle was busy so he went to the back and sat on his dad's replica. It slipped right in. He cleaned any extra grease from his ass, put his gym shorts on and went to help his uncle close and clean up. It took them about an hour and a half to finish. "Well, come on, young man, time we got some Bubba dick in you." "Ooooops,!" said Tony, "I've been wearing it for the last hour and a half." Sal laughed at his nephew. "And how does my big Bubba's dick feel in my nephew this afternoon?" "Comfortable. Like it was made for my ass. Like it belongs there. Like it's a part of me. Like I know he's gonna' feel" "You know, Tony, I always felt that way about Bubba's dick. It was the most comfortable dick I ever had up my butt and it felt like it was made for my ass. He'd shit his pants if he knew we were taking about him this way!" they both laughed. Tony was getting ready to leave the gym when Sal handed Tony a package. "This is your dad's dick, Son. I can have another made from the cast. Hide it somewhere in your room where your mother won't run across it. Then after your dad fucks you silly tomorrow get it and ask him if he'd fuck you with this one. See if he recognizes his own dick." Tony hugged and kissed his uncle. "I knew you'd help me Uncle Sal." "You tell Bubba, I expect a phone call immediately after your first Bubba fucking! Tell him I plan to come over and help you hang the bloody sheets over the balcony!" Sal threw back his head in laugher. Even Tony got that joke. "I love you so much, Uncle Sal." "Not half as much as I love you, Tony. You are truly the apple of my Bubba's eye. The way he refers to you is certainly true." "How's that, Uncle Sal?" "His beautiful boy......" That Saturday afternoon seemed like any other. Tony didn't over play his hand. When his mother left for work he waited for a while then came to get in bed with me. He lay in my arms and swapped spit with me. The little shit knew how to get his old man aroused. I was hard as a rock. "You know, Dad........ I haven't tried to sit on your old dick for .........how long?" "Lemme' think. Memorial day weekend eight months ago. Remember, your mom went to stay a couple of days with her sister, Aunt Breen. We had the place to ourselves almost the whole weekend. That was the weekend you wanted to play with the belt again. We did and I was so worried your mom was gonna' see your butt. Holy shit, it was worse than before but you kept hollering harder dad, for God sakes......." I roared with laughter. "Why, Scout, you think it's time to try again?" "Would you mind?" "What have I always told you?" "You didn't care if I tried as long as you were awake to make sure I didn't hurt myself." "Good boy. Think you're gonna' hit a home run this time, Son." "Can't say, Dad. You're so damn big but I feel lucky today. I'll get some grease." he padded off to his room and returned with some kind of lubricant his uncle gave him. He greased his little hole real good and grease me up too. Then he did something he hadn't done before. "Remember how I sat on you hand?" "Yeah, you want me to play with your little hole and loosen you up." "Would you mind, Dad?" "Get your little butt up here where I can get to it." Tony turned around and put his ass by my side and grabbed his legs with both arms to pull them to his chest. I started to loosen him up. Damn, his little hole was dilating fast. I almost had half my hand in and was working more in. He just let me keep on. I wasn't going to quit until he told me to. I worked his ass for about half and hour. "That should be enough dad. Thanks. Nobody plays with my butt like my dad. Wager, Dad?" "Sure name your stakes." "If I can't do it I'll wash and wax your truck. If I can, the first weekend mom takes off......you'll get your big wide belt and whip some of the meanness out of your boy." "You ain't got a mean bone in your body, Son. But I'll accept that wager....I win either way!" "That's the only way I'd wager with my old man." I thought for a minute I was gonna' tear up but I pinched my arm instead. "Gimme' a kiss for good luck, Dad." I took the little shit in my arms and once again my old dick got rock hard; thinking about the possibility of my boy and I reaching one of our goals we set for ourselves several years ago. He positioned himself over my dick and secured the head at his little hole. "Now I know how Evil Carnivel felt just before he jump the fountain in Vegas." he got me laughing so hard I didn't notice he had shoved backwards and had half my dick up his butt. Damn it felt good. He can't go further, I thought. He looked me in the eye, winked, took a deep breath, pulled off about two inches, pushed back hard and I watched in amazement as the rest disappeared up my boys butt. Fuck! He'd done it! Well, his hard ass old dad's eyes started leaking. That started him leaking and there was water running all over the damn place. He put his arms around my neck and I put mine around his waist. "You little shit! You done it! I'm so proud of you! It feels every bit as good as I though it would." "Kiss me, Dad." He didn't have to ask twice. As we kissed and kissed I could feel him opening up even more and taking the last of me into him. He lay his head on my chest and held on. Then he started raising a little and sliding back down my pole. I was amazed. Tony was so proud of himself. He'd raise up almost half way then slid back down to the base. Damn, he felt good. I knew if he could handle it he was gonna' get fucked by his dad this afternoon. That was the first time his old man fucked him. We made it a good one. It's what he wanted to do for his dad and I couldn't see any harm in it. After we were done and I pulled out of him he asked me to let him run to his bedroom for a minute. Wait for him. Didn't take him long and he returned with a long box. He undid the lid and looked at me and smiled. "Now would you fuck me with this, Dad?" I looked in the box and there was a rubber cock, really lifelike looking, in the box. I looked closer and damned if it weren't about the same size as mine. I looked closer and the numbers began to add up. It was a copy of my dick. "I'll be damned. Looks real. Lemme' see it!" We were both laughing. "Ain't it beautiful, Dad? Uncle Sal had it made just for me." "I know he did.......you two......" I grabbed him and hugged him tight. "We ain't through yet. I promised you'd call Uncle Sal right after. He deserves that from both of us." I picked up the cell phone and punched the number for the gym. Sal came on the line and I started laughing. "Babby Bro........?" I started laughing. "Well, Bubba.......do I get to come over and help hang out he bloody sheets on the balcony?" "You son of a bitch, you get more than that. My kid can't say enough good things about his uncle and you know what?" "What Bubba?" "I think he's right! Here, I'll let you talk to him...." "Uncle Sal?" "Yes, Sweetbaby?" "The Eagle has landed!" Tony through back his head and laughed uproariously. I could hear Sal's laugh on the other in of the phone. "How was you old man for the first time?" "Fucking fantastic! Pun intended!" I could hear Sal go off again. "I'm happy for the both of you. I think I fully understand what you were trying to tell me that afternoon you begged me to help you. I can tell in both your voices you graduated." "Uncle Sal?" "Yes, Sweetbaby......?" "Thank you so much, and I love you very much!" "I gotta' hang up now Tony I'm gonna' cry......bye, Son!" Tony heard a click of the receiver. He looked at me and winked and we fell together laughing our ass's off. Tony went on to tell me the rest of the story and had both of us in tears. We were laughing so hard I though I broke something loose inside. There was a moment of silence between us. Tony's eyes met mine and without a word we embraced in a kiss that was one of the most powerful moments of my life. He pulled away. "I love you so much, old man." "Not a whit more than I love you, Son." "Is our love wrong, Dad?" "Oh shit! I'm sure a lot of folks might think so. I don't! Do you?" "Oh, hell, no! I see all these guys at school that have feuding relationships with their dads and they hate their dads. I just think how Goddamn lucky I am to have a dad like you and then I want to scream at them......take your clothes off, lay down with your old man, take time to talk to him, get to know him, make love to him, clean his balls for him, do anything for him, then come back and tell me how you feel about him. I really don't care what the rest of the world thinks about our relationship.......like Uncle Sal said.....if it works for us, why worry about it. Even though we were sharing some very intimate times I felt more and more secure in our choice. It only solidified our love. His buddies couldn't understand why he wouldn't go with them sometime because this was his weekend to spend with his old man. Spend a weekend with your old man? What, was he crazy? Tony would smile and shake his head, `yes.' He'd smile and tell them, "That's right, `crazy' `bout my old man!" Tony seemed to have a genuine interest in girls and none in boys. A dad can tell about that sort of thing. He wasn't faking it to ease my mind. He'd date, share every detail and then ask my advise. I'd talk to him but I ain't no paragon of information about women. I like's to fuck `em but what makes `em tick.......? If I knew that I wouldn't be fucking my beautiful boy. Kind a' glad I don't know what makes `em tick!" He never expressed interest in other boys except as buddies. When it came to his old man, it was a different story. Tony would get hard just laying next to me. Until the day he left for college he was still cleaning his old man's balls and either sucking me off or giving his little ass up to me two or three times a week. I think he did it to spite his mother. If she wasn't gonna' give his old man what he needed he sure as hell was! We were a team. We had it down to the nat's ass. I learned how he best liked his old man to fuck him and could get him off within minutes of deciding we'd had enough. I'd wait `til I could feel him trying to bite my dick off with his little ass and it would trip my switch every time. I'd empty my all into my beautiful boy. The best part was the love we made afterward. That kid became a first rate lover. He told me years later his wife Fran wanted to know who taught him to be such a hot, romantic lover. He just smiled when he told me that. Tony got his rocks off every time his old man fucked him. I saw to that! Funny thing, I continued to take his come. Still do. Sal said he didn't think that made me queer......just had a deep love for my boy and that was my way of showing him how much I loved him. I got to where I took him sooner and sooner until one afternoon I told him.....awwh to hell with it....your old man's gonna' suck you off and I did. Haven't stopped since. His mother threw Tony for a loop one afternoon. "Is your dad fucking you, Tony?" Tony was ready. He slowly turned to her. "WHAT? Yeah, mom, dad's fucking me! RIGHT!" Well,......he didn't lie to his mother. She never asked again. After Tony and Fran had been married for a year they were going through a rough adjustment period but I didn't try to give advice about his marriage. Fran called me up one night in tears. Tony had left her, she loves him, please Dad would you find him and tell him. I told her I'd try. "Well,....I knew right were he was.....his uncle had gotten off by himself and called me on his cell phone to tell me Tony was with him. He was crying and talking. "He didn't want to run to you, Bubba. He thinks now that he's married you've pulled back from him and he can't be open with you anymore. He said you haven't even hugged him in over a year." "Sal, I've been trying to give him his space. To be his own man. I knew when he took a wife our relationship would change. I expected it to. You don't think his old man hasn't sat on the can pounding his pud thinking about his beautiful boy he doesn't have anymore?" "Then the two of you are idiots. When will you learn to listen to your baby brother, Bubba! I told you a month after the marriage, you can't have a relationship like you and Tony had and just cut it off, cold turkey! If you did, it was gonna' screw up both your lives. I've watched you go through the motions of living Bubba since Tony got married. You ain't living! You're in your own hell........so's your kid! Why can't you have it all! Does a fucking fairy have to knock some sense into your heads. Get your ass over here right now. I ain't gonna' tell Tony you're on your way. Let yourself in with your key. We'll be in the back. Don't even gimme' no shit, Bubba!" My baby brother hung up on me. I laughed to myself. Sal was never assertive with me. I knew he could be if he felt strongly about something and that would be his love for Tony. He adores that kid! I figured I better do what my little brother told me, with my hat in my hand. I told Sherl what was going on and I was leaving for the gym. I'd call if I was going to be late. I got to the gym and quietly let myself in and walked silently to Sal's living area. I heard them talking as I approached. "Uncle Sal what's wrong with me? I have a great job I love. Fran just gave me twin boys. I have a wonderful family, you, mom, dad and a passel of other aunts and uncles. Something comes over me sometimes like a hole in my gut that I can't fill. It eats at me until I do things to hurt others. You know that's not my way. I'll walk away from a fight. Not because I'm afraid but because I don't want to hurt the other guy. It just seems like something's missing in my life." "Sometimes the obvious is the last thing we think of when we're looking for what's missing." "I don't understand, Uncle Sal." "It's obvious to me what you're missing........" At that moment I walked in and stood in the doorway. Sal looked up and Tony turned his head to see what he was looking at. I opened my arms to my beautiful boy. "Daddy......." He ran to me and was once again in my arms. He didn't call me Dad......my beautiful little boy called out for his daddy. We hugged, kissed and cried in each others arms. Then Sal walked over and we included him. The three of us crying together. We were a mess but a good mess. Some epiphanies were born that evening. I called Sherl and told her I was staying the night with Sal and Tony. We had some things to work out and that I'd call Fran. Sherl understood. I called Fran and she was so happy to know he was safe and with his dad. I told her I'd drive him home in the morning. We needed to talk. She understood and then added, "Please Dad, when you have a chance I need to talk to you, too. I won't keep you in suspense. Tony won't admit it but he misses you so much it eats him up. He gets in these moods that no one can get through. He needs one on one time with you, Dad. You two haven't spent thirty minutes alone since Tony and I've been married. Please, Dad. He needs you. I know Tony loves me but Dad you gotta' help me out here. I can't compete with the person he most loves in his life......that's you Dad; nor should I have to compete. I love you, too! I'll gladly share him with you. There's enough love in Tony to go around." I started crying in the phone. "All I wanted to do was give you two space, Fran. I haven't gone out of my way to see Tony because I felt we'd see the two of you when you could spare the time." "I know, Dad, and I told Tony that but he thinks you've abandoned him. Look Dad. Take one weekend a month. The two of you go fishing, get away by yourselves. He needs you, Dad." "I had no idea, Fran.....I'm so sorry. I'll talk to him about it. Love you, Darlin'" "I love you too, Dad. See you tomorrow." That night we had a couple of beers, cried some more, sat in the spa, then we moved to Sal's huge orgy bed and lay there talking quietly. "I've been a fool, Son." "No, Dad! I'm the fool." "You're both fools......!" Tony and I broke up laughing at Sal. He was right! We were laying there with no clothes on. Tony reached over as if it were the most natural thing he could do and took my dick in his hand. "I haven't wanted to admit to myself how much I need you, Dad. Uncle Sal's right. He knew all along what the gnawing in my gut was; what the empty hole in my soul was. You created a monster with your beautiful son, Dad. I can't live my life without having some closeness with you. And......if I know my old man as well as I think I do.....this last year has been a living hell for him, too." "Your Ma's putting out now. Anytime I snap my fingers. I'm getting it three to five times a week and sometime twice on Sunday. You'd think that would be enough for a man my age. But, if you define hell as sitting on the can in the bathroom jacking off every other day for the last year thinking about my beautiful boy.........yeah, Son, I guess you could call it that. How many times have I been here working out, Sal, staring off into space and you've come by and called me an idiot?" "Upwards of a thousand.......I always knew from that spaced look where he was. Lying in bed with you in his arms. His dick would be sticking out of his gym shorts to the glee of all my friends." "Share your love with me, old man. I'm still your beautiful boy and he needs his dad." Tony said, half question, half demand. "I would gladly, but we have our host to consider." I knew Sal was overhearing this. "Oh, you two don't worry about little ole me........ just play like I ain't even here." "Shut up, Uncle Sal!" Tony turned to him, "I would never be so selfish as to leave my beloved uncle out. I've taken care of you many times before and I will tonight. If you need to clean yourself, get to it, you're gonna' get fucked. Speaking of which, I need to use your shower, too." I made love to the two most important men in my life that night. I climbed into Tony's butt and he took his uncle. We lay there hooked together, talking, laughing, making love, fucking, laughing some more, fucking, `til the wee hours of the morning. We took Fran's advice. She wasn't only a beautiful woman, she was a smart one. She loves her husband. Tony and I go fishing together one weekend a month. Alone, just him and me. That did the trick for the both of us. At least we knew we had one forty-eight hour period to be together out of every month. Of course we spent every holiday together with our families. Tony changed overnight. He was together. Nothing bothered him. Fran was thrilled and couldn't do enough for me. She joked with me she was gonna' put the kabosh on our weekends `cause after a weekend with his dad she couldn't give him enough. She confided she could never get enough of Tony so the added attention was A-Okay with her. Everyone of their kids were conceived the night follow a weekend with his dad. Tony's problems at work vanished and eventually he was raised to rank of Captain in the fire department. We actually learned to fish. We've had great times together. In all these years we've never missed but one weekend and it was rescheduled. The family all the way down to the kids know that this coming weekend was dad and granddads weekend to go fishing. Once in a while we'll take Sal with us. He's a trooper even though he hates fishing. He sure loves laying in between his big Bubba and Bubba Jr. Tony fucks the snot out of his uncle. Sal winks at me and declares his Bubba Jr. is the only decent fucking he gets anymore. Sal's grown to love Tony more and more. He was the one who started calling Tony, Bubba Jr. Tony loved it and it caught on with everyone. Even his mom calls him Bubba Jr. half the time. After dinner on Sunday that Labor Day weekend I announced that the men were going out for a beer....be back in a while. We went for a beer at Sal's gym. He's got a nice fuck pad set up in the back now. Tony loves his Uncle Sal as much as I do. Tony's dick turned out to be just about the same size as mine was before the injections. Today we were gonna' remedy that. Sal had a fresh batch. He shot Tony up. Tony works out too and looks great. Sal offered me another and I thought......fuck it.....I'm the man of the house if I bring her home a bigger piece of meat so much the better. Sal gave me the shot. We got our clothes off and it was so great to hold my little boy in my arms again. We swapped spit and Sal joined us. Tony loves Sal and fucks him regularly. They have a standing Friday evening fuck and Tony rarely misses. "Uncle Sal......I need to feel that tight little butt on my dick. I'm gonna' sit on the old man's big dick. I ain't had that big fucker in me in a while but we got a weekend coming up soon. My hole is about to grow shut and I worked too damn hard to stretch it enough to take him." To feel my kid take me up his clean little butt brings tears to my old eyes. He gets all the way to the base, I fold my arms around his front and kiss him behind the ear. His love, his body, surrounding the organ that produced him, he once again becomes my beautiful little boy. I'd forgotten how much I needed that feeling. It was beyond sex. Ain't trying to get around the fact that it is sex so I won't even try to argue the point with a non-believer. It doesn't mean the land of Oz don't exist just `cause you ain't never been there. Ever seen Paris? No? How do you know it's there? There just damn well may be, over the next rainbow, a land that you heard of, once in a lullaby. I'm grateful for this short time. This small bit of extra time aside from out weekends together. Tony's love never stops flowing. He loves his kids, he loves his wife, he loves his mom and Uncle Sal. I don't have to say he loves me, it's something I carry with me every minute of the day. I know I tell him I love him too much but I can't help it. Something urges me to tell him, especially today, again and again. "I love you so Goddamn much, Son." My boy's thirty two years old, a Captain in the fire department, father of four boys and four girls, turns and offers his mouth to his hungry dad. We drink deeply of each other as he clamps down on my old dick with his hole and wiggles his butt to make sure he has all of his old man in him. He wouldn't think of cheating his dad. "Come on, Uncle Sal......look at that baby....look how hard that mother is........it's got your name written all over it.......just imagine how good that big dick's gonna' feel soaking in your butt......can't you just feel it slipping in......give it up to your favorite nephew......might make you feel almost as good as the whopper I'm sittin' on." "Damn Tony, you talk some shit just like your old man. Have to say it looks mighty inviting......Oh, what the hell. Sal turns, Tony directs his dick to his uncles hole. It disappears into Sal and he slides down it like a fire pole. "Damn, you feel good, Uncle Sal, you been doing them butt exercises again. Clamp down on that sucker and let me see.............Holy shit, Dad! I couldn't get my dick out if I wanted to......which I don't ......feels to damn good, Uncle Sal. We lay there talking, laughing, drinking, loving each other, fucking..........loving some more. I can't get enough of my boy.....I don't want him to ever get off my dick. Hell, I ain't gay! What the hell's wrong with me.......there's something nagging at me to hold him, love him, cherish him....... Sal feels it too. Sal starts telling Tony how much he means to him. He almost has my boy in tears. We lay there letting our dicks soak in one another for over and hour. Occasionally taking a huge stroke in my boy's butt and him in his uncle's. They would both `ooouu', and `aaahh.' We decided we'd shoot our loads, clean up and go home. I shot a big one up Tony's butt and he released his to his uncle at the same time. Sal got his all over Tony and me. We laughed. Something's strange. Something's different. I don't say anything to dampen the glow of the wonderful afternoon we spent together. Tony usually lets me do the fucking. He loves the way his old man fucks him. This time he got both Sal and me off fucking me with his butt and Sal with his dick. I kidded him about it. "Forgive me this one time, Dad. I needed to do it for the both of you to show you how much I love you. It was one of the nicest times the three of us ever had together. Give me a hug and a kiss, Uncle Sal." We drove back in silence. We didn't need to say anything. There was so much love in the car there wasn't room for words. Words were not needed. It was a sacred time between men. It was a holy time. The three us could almost feel the presence of God." The rest of the day went too quickly. I played with the kids. Talked with all of them. Sherl was taking pictures. Tony took his mother aside to a bedroom. He put his arms around her, kissed her and held her tight. Again there were no words needed. His mother knew. He had let go of the past. He had forgiven and her joy was overwhelming. She began to cry in his arms and he comforted her assuring her of his love. He joked with her and told her he thought she had the best damn husband in the world. She even agreed with him. He kissed her again and asked her forgiveness. She told him there was nothing to forgive, it had been her fault. That time she was so angry with him it was because every word he said was the truth. She felt horrible listening to the screams of her baby boy and when she later came into his room, pulled down the covers and saw the belt marks and bruises she never forgave herself. Tony laughed to himself. He wasn't about to tell her about the session he had with his dad after she left for work that day. His old man worked his ass over good and Tony shot his load every time. His dad remembered his promise and let him sit on his big hand. Shot all over his old man as they laughed and held on tight to each other. For a week his damn ass was sore but every time he rubbed his ass and smiled at his dad, they both got a hard-on. They laughed and kidded each other about that day for years. The only other person they told was Sal. They had him laughing his ass off at their antics. It was a wonderful day. I didn't want them to leave. I wanted Tony to stay with me. I didn't care the responsibilities my boy had. He was mine Goddamn it! He belonged to me! Stay with me, Son, don't go, I wanted to scream at him, all the while smiling and waving goodbye. Oh God, dear God in heaven......Holy Mother, Jesus, anyone up there listening,.....please, help me! What was I thinking.....my son's a grown man with eight children of his own. God, I hurt so bad, deep in my gut. I love him so. Everyone left and we were alone. Sherl thought to offer herself would bring me out of my funk. I couldn't that night. I didn't want to hurt her......I just couldn't do it. At least I sent my beautiful boy home with the warmth of his dad's love inside him. A metaphor? Not this time! He wore my love inside him. Tony called later in the evening. They got home okay. He talked to his mom and then to me. "Hey, old man! That was a good one you put in there. I can still feel it! It's keeping me warm knowing a part of my old man's inside me. I'm proud that a lot of my old man is in me. I love you, Dad. More than there are stars in the sky or hours in forever; with teddy bear hugs and butterfly kisses. Goodnight, Dad, say goodnight to mom." "We love you too, Sweet baby, and I'll tell her for you. Goodnight, Son." I hung up the phone and added, "......... may flights of angels sing thee to thy rest." I broke down into heavy sobs and sat on the stairs with my head in my hands. Sherl didn't know what to do. She just held me. I couldn't tell her why I was crying. I didn't know. Nine days later in the early morning we got a call from Fran. Tony had been on duty and was last seen leading eight of his men into the north tower shortly before it collapsed. My universe ground to a screeching halt. It may never start again. How do you jump start a universe without a butterfly's kiss? The End 7/17/02 Waddie Greywolf~ Copyright 2002 Comments/Questions: Waddiebear@yahoo.com