Date: Tue, 16 Nov 2010 05:32:43 -0800 (PST)
From: H. Rick Cantwell <jockhunger@yahoo.com>
Subject: Halloween 16 Declans tale 5

      From chapter four:
      During dinner one night, Declan said.  "I can't wait until
Thanksgiving, so we can talk to our aunt and uncles about all this."
      "But not in front of grandma," Dakota said, like he was trying not to
forget the warning.
      "Now that we know it's okay to talk to them about sex, it's gonna be
so awesome to find out about all the things you guys have done together,"
Declan added after being interrupted by his brother.
      "But before that," Dylan said, "we have ..."
      "Dylan!" Declan yelled.
      Sheepishly, Dylan said, "Oh yeah, it's a secret."
      Tiffany and I exchanged quizzical looks like we were asking each
other if we knew what secret they were taking about.  We both shook our
heads `no' at the same time.  I shrugged my shoulders in an `oh well,'
attitude.


      Chapter five.
      Two weeks after Halloween, we all met at Ryan's house for Miss
Brenda's 70th Birthday party.  The living room had been rearranged so one
end could be set up as a stage.  When we got there, the stage had been
decorated to look like a classroom, complete with a green free-standing
portable chalkboard.  There were small computer stands to represent student
desks arranged to one side with a harvest table being used as the teacher's
desk, piled high with books and papers to be `graded.'
      I thought, 'If the desks were a little more in the middle of the
classroom it would look more authentic.  But I guess the idea is to just
make Miss Brenda feel like she's back in school ... and young again.'
      A comfortable chair was positioned in the audience section at center
stage for Miss Brenda.  Other chairs and the sofa were seating for the
other guests.
      Just then the doorbell rang.
       "I'll get it," Ryan said.  The breeze created when he opened the
door caused the living room to be filled with the appetizing aroma of fresh
pizza.  The first delivery boy holding a pizza box was followed by another
and another until there was four pizza boxes stacked on each of the three
desks ... twelve in all.
      "Hungry, Miss Brenda?" Ryan asked his wife affectionately.
      As if the word `hungry' were a command, the boys all aged from around
12 to 15 years old, began a choreographed dance routine.  The style would
fit easily into one of the music videos I'd seen my boys watching on TV.
For their ages, they were really quite professional.  They could have
advanced easily in the reality TV contests that are so popular now.
      Part way into the routine, one of the boys began to count
rhythmically, "five, six, seven, eight," and the boys began to strip ... in
sync.
      I couldn't help but remember back to the night I met Ryan and
discovered he was married to a woman sixteen years older than he.  He was,
at one time, her student.  Over the years she never lost her affection for
younger men (or boys) and never fell out of love with Ryan.  Their gay son
Denny was the boy's Uncle Denny.  Technically he was a cousin but he has
always been referred to as `uncle' Denny.  That was because I married Miss
Brenda's youngest sister.  During all those intervening years, we all
remained good friends and continued to have sex with each other ... from
time to time.
      Once all twelve delivery boys were naked, Miss Brenda surveyed the
sizes and shapes of the hanging ... and sometimes erect ... meat offering
and said, "This brings a whole new meaning to `Meat Lovers' pizza,' don't
you think?"
      The boys, once again, picked up a pizza box and, after opening them,
they began offering pizza to the assembled guests.  Dylan and Dakota
mysteriously appeared with paper plates, napkins and plastic knives and
forks.  I hadn't noticed Ryan asking them to help so I was a little
mystified that they knew just when to bring them into the living room.  To
add to my confusion, Declan and Devon appeared with plastic glasses filled
with ice on a four-wheeled service cart filled with an assortment of
beverages ...  including soft drinks, whiskey and beer.
      Once everyone had their laps filled with a plate of food ... except
for Miss Brenda who was using a TV tray table ... the doorbell rang again.
      "My turn," Father Chris said, heading for the door, apparently
wanting to help with his sister's birthday party.
      Miss Brenda was only mildly surprised when two cops walked in.  They
didn't look a day over 10 years old but we all knew they were 13 because
they were the only twin boys in the neighborhood.  They bowed to Miss
Brenda and said, "You're under arrest for being the nicest old lady on the
block."
      She chuckled.
      "But before we take you downtown we have a present for you."
      They turned toward each other ... mirror images of each other ... and
began to strip each other.  One boy used his right hand while the other
twin used his left hand to remove the policeman caps from the mirror-image
head and tossing it to the side.  Then they began unbuttoning each others'
shirts, removing them with practiced precision.  They toed out of their
shoes before loosening each others belts and zippers.  As the trousers
dropped, they stepped out of them with perfect synchronization.  They
wrapped their arms around each other, holding their bellies close together
as they lowered each others' underpants ... making it impossible to see
their `boyhood charms.'  Then tossing the underwear into the air, they
turned to face Miss Brenda ... totally naked and with hard-ons.
      Miss Brenda applauded vigorously.  "Well done boys.  I would have
thought you were using a mirror.
      "We don't really have a present for you so we decided we'd show you
our birthday suits."
      "I couldn't have asked for a better present," she said gleefully.
"Now help yourselves to some pizza and pop."
      "Thank you Miss Brenda," they said as if they had one voice.
      "For those of you who have girlfriends," Ryan said to the pizza boys,
"they are out by the pool.  Be sure to take them some food.  The only rule
is; if you're outside, you have to wear clothes.  Inside ... well that's
optional.  If you plan to make-out it has to be inside, too ... where we
can all watch."  With that instruction, Ryan gripped his crotch.
      After that announcement, and to my surprise, my sons went into
action, rearranging the school desks away from the wall and into the center
of the `stage'.  This action was something I wasn't unaware of at all.  The
only thing I knew about the activities of the day was a little riddle
Dakota had asked me to help him practice ... the answer to which, I was not
given.
      Devon, Dylan and Dakota sat at the student desks.  Declan donned a
pair of professor-looking glasses, put on a long striped tie and picked up
a ruler off the desk.
      "Which one of you students is best in English Class?" He asked gently
slapping the ruler against the palm of his hand.
      Devon raised his hand.
      "What is the definition of indecent?"
      "Lewd or lascivious." Devon said.
      Miss Brenda applauded quietly.
      "Nope, when it's in long, and it's in hard, and it's in deep, then
it's indecent."
      While everyone chuckled, Devon removed his shoes and socks, tucking
one sock in each shoe.
      "What is the area between the vagina and the anus called?"
      "The perineum ... or the taint." Devon said.
      "A chin rest" Declan said, slamming the ruler down with a loud clap
on Devon's desk for emphasis.
      Devon removed his shirt.
      Striding over to the chalkboard like a teacher pacing the classroom,
Declan asked, "What English word retains the same pronunciation, even after
you take away four of its five letters?"
      Devon looked quizzically over at Miss Brenda who also had a puzzled
look on her face.
      "Queue," Declan said, writing the word on the board as Devon removed
his pants revealing he was wearing tight boxer briefs ... which I
recognized as his younger brother's and which displayed his crotch mound
prodigiously.
      Come stand by the chalkboard, Declan said sternly.  When Devon got
there, Declan placed a conical cap on his head with the word `DUNCE'
printed top to bottom.
      I looked around the room only to discover most of the pizza boys and
several of their girlfriends were watching the charade.  The boys, however
had not put their clothes on ... a tribute to Miss Brenda, I guess.  Or
maybe they liked having a valid excuse for being naked in front of their
girlfriends.
      "Which of you two students is better in Math?" Declan asked.
      Dylan raised his hand.
      "What is six inches long, two inches wide, has a head on it, and
women are crazy for it?"
      "My dick?" Dylan asked in a tone that implied he hoped his answer was
correct.
      "The US dollar!"
      Dylan removed his shoes and socks in the same manner Devon had.
      "You know what 69 is?" Declan asked writing the number on the board.
      "Yeah."
      "Well, what's 6 point 9?  Again, writing the number 6.9 on the board.
      "Almost the length of my dick?" again with an imploring tone.
      "A good thing fucked up by a period," Declan chuckled.
      Off came Devon's shirt.
      "If a girl from Nantucket is travelling west at 40 miles per hour
..."
      Before he could finish the question, Dylan rolled his eyes, removed
his pants and went to stand in front of the chalkboard.  His tight white
briefs showed he had a hard-on pointing toward his left hip.
      Dylan removed the Dunce cap from Devon's head and placed it on his
own.
      Dakota, are you better at Science or Social Studies?
      "Science, I guess.  I don't know what Social Studies is."
      "What is it that goes in hard and stiff but comes out soft and wet?"
      With a shrug Dakota took off his shoes and socks.
      "Chewing gum," Declan said, seeing Miss Brenda nodding her head like
she knew the answer.
      "What do Lifesavers do that a man can't?"
      "These are too hard," Dakota whined playfully as he removed his
shirt.
      "They come in eight flavors."
      Dakota started unbuttoning his button-fly jeans in anticipation of
the next question.
      "What did the man push into the woman and then take out before she
fainted?
      "I'm guessing it's not his cock," Dakota groused good-naturedly, now
that everyone knew the pop quiz was rigged.
      "Yep.  An injection needle."
      Dakota removed his jeans and stood by the blackboard in his baggy
boxers.  Dylan placed the DUNCE cap on his head and it was so big it almost
hid Dakota's eyes.
      I guess the Social Studies quiz will determine if you lose your
undies or not."
      "Devon, what do you call a man with a 1-inch prick?"
      "Dakota?" he said, pointing to his little brother.
      As everyone laughed Declan said, "Although that answer might be
correct the answer on this quiz is, Justin"
      When Devon removed his underpants, he tossed them in the air as a
sign of defeat.  However, not in defeat, his cock was on the rise.
      "Dylan, when the cannibal came to dinner late, what did he eat?"
      As Dylan took off his tight whites and draped them on the tip of the
DUNCE cone, Declan said, "The Cold Shoulder."
      "Ok, Dakota, you can be the big winner with the correct answer to
this question: "What is the biggest problem for an atheist?"
      Dakota shrugged his shoulders.
      "No one to talk to during orgasm," Declan said as Dakota removed his
baggy boxers to reveal a message written in black grease pencil on his
lower abdomen just above his cocklet ... where Miss Brenda would be sure to
see it.
      HAPPY BIRTHDAY
      Then, turning slowly, his butt cheeks read, MISS / BRENDA ...before
turning to face her again.
      She squealed with delight.
      "And now, for Miss Brenda," little Dakota said, as he stepped to the
center of the stage, commanding her full attention ... in more ways than
one.
      "For me?" she asked quizzically.
      "If you cannot answer this, you have to get nekkid, too."
      This was what Dakota and I had been working on for almost two weeks
even though at the time I didn't know it was for Miss Brenda's party.  I
held my breath as my 10-year-old recited his riddle.
      "Pronounced as one letter,
      And written with three,
      Two letters there are,
      And two only in me.
      I'm double, I'm single,
      I'm black, blue, and gray,
      I'm read from both ends,
      And the same either way.
      What am I?"
      "I guess I'm gonna have to wear that DUNCE cap, honey because I don't
know."
      On the chalkboard Declan wrote "eye."
      Devon pushed the button on the CD player and some bump and grind
music began to play.  Declan immediately went into action.
      I had never seen the boy dance before so I was in total shock ... NOT
that he was dancing but that he was dancing so well.
      He untied his tie and ... predictably ... sawed it between his legs.
Then he wrapped it around Miss Brenda's neck and tugged gently, encouraging
her to stand up.
      The other three boys ... still naked ... began chanting, "Take it
off, take it off, take it off Miss Brenda."  Their chant was quickly joined
by the police and pizza delivery boys.
      After Declan seductively stripped off his shirt, Miss Brenda got into
the spirit of the dance and began her own smooth moves.  For a 70-year-old
lady, she could still execute some sexy moves.  She danced without fear
... fear of breaking a leg or hip or whatever.
      Declan waited until she had removed her blouse and bra ... with a lot
of verbal encouragement from her 16-year-younger husband Ryan ... before he
`snapped' off his breakaway trousers.  At the same moment, Devon turned off
the lights and we saw Declan was wearing Devon's glow-in-the-dark Alice
panties.  If I thought they clung to Devon's package well, they clung to
Declan's monster like they were painted on.
      Miss Brenda couldn't resist reaching out and rubbing her hand over
the huge mound while continuing to dance.
      Declan hip-jerked his crotch into her hand several times as he said,"
Lets see YOUR panties."
      "They're not as pretty as yours," she said as she searched for the
button to her skirt.
      It was true.  She was wearing some frumpy loose fitting panties that
looked to be as old as she ... a testament that she did not know about the
surprise party and its subsequent migration into nudity.  Even so, that was
as far as she would go.  She sat down again ... feigning exhaustion from
all the exercise, even though I had seen her dance longer and harder at
recent `fully-clothed' parties.
      I don't know where Ryan was able to find that many pizza boys
... that young ...  who were willing to strip for an old lady's birthday
party but it sure made Miss Brenda's 70th birthday memorable.  Some of the
boys referred to Ryan as "Mr. Brenda," so I guessed they were either
students of Miss Brenda or younger brothers of her most recent students.
As I stood around watching everything that was going on I thought that
maybe they did it for the money, although I didn't see him pay them
anything.  Or maybe they were adolescent exhibitionists who were just doing
it so they could get naked in front of people.
      From my own childhood experiences, I knew it only took one or two
boys to agree to do something and at least a dozen others would follow.
Like the time we dared each other to go skinny dipping in the town's
reservoir instead of the traditional out-of- town ... and therefore, safer
... river site everyone else used for their dares.  But even back then,
there were those kids who would NEVER do anything like that anyway and,
therefore, stayed away but the few who were emboldened by peer pressure,
like myself, engaged in public nudity.
      Another thing I was surprised to see was the number of girlfriends
who were willing to join the party naked.  I worried that, somehow, one or
more of the girls' parents would hear about the party and have Ryan
arrested for contributing to the delinquency of a minor by providing a safe
place for them to do it.  I was even more surprised when a few of them
began to engage in sex, too.  Although, I have to admit, it was only
"perks" sex.
      One boy ... or maybe it was the girl ... was lucky because they were
engaged in a three-way on the sofa.  The two girls were as comfortable at
sucking pussy as they were at sucking cock.  The boy was giving it to one
girl up the ass while her girlfriend and she were 69ing.
      Even so, under-age sex is under-age sex and I worried that Ryan and
Miss Brenda would get in even more trouble because now it was not only
public nudity but public sex, too.  Then I wondered when I changed from
being the care-free adventurous teen to the worrywart old man worrying
about other peoples' problems.  I guess it was when I became a father.
      A little later I saw Devon, my predominately bottom boy, with his
face in the cunt of one of the girls in the three-way and yet another girl
had my son's cock in her mouth while she played with her own clit.
      Walking around, looking at everything going on, made me feel like a
voyeur ... I guess, because I was still fully clothed and the kids were all
naked.  At first, I felt pangs of guilt and shame but soon realized that I
kind of enjoyed the feeling of watching total strangers engaged in sex
while remaining completely anonymous to them.  Checking out the kids, I got
the feeling that I was invisible.  They weren't the least bit ashamed of
what they were doing and were engaging in whichever activity freely and
enthusiastically.
      When I was their age, such activity was performed secretively and
usually in the dark.  And I think my parents' childhood sexual activity was
even more limited than mine.  It seems kids today are easily more accepting
of sex being just another part of their education like history and math
... but maybe this would be classified under physics or biology.
      As soon as Ryan cut the cake and placed a slice in front of his wife,
four of the pizza delivery boys who didn't have girlfriends at the party
stood in front of Miss Brenda's tray table and began to jack off.  I think
Ryan arranged it because each was wearing one article of clothing
... something I knew Miss Brenda said she always liked to see.  One was
wearing only white socks.  One had his underpants down around mid thigh.
One had put his T-shirt on but had the front shirttail pulled up behind his
neck.  The fourth wore just a baseball cap ... predictably turned
backwards.
      As they jerked, they debated which of the girls was the cutest and
what attributes made her their choice.  Then, equally as uninhibitedly,
they began discussing which boys were the cutest and why.  I don't think
either of them knew who I was because I heard one of them mention Devon's
name ... his full name, so I knew they were talking about my son.
      Then Dakota came up and asked, "Either of you wanna blowjob?"
      "Yeah," all four said in unison.
      "Any of you cum yet?"
      "Yeah," all four said.
      "Good," Dakota said, "I love it."
      "Really?  Can I cum in you mouth?" one of the boys asked.
      "Yep," Dakota said gulping down the first one's cock easily.
      Ryan walked up next to me and said, "I hope you don't mind.  I
overheard him complaining to Devon that there weren't any cocks to suck so
I told him Miss Brenda likes to watch guys getting blowjobs."
      "No problem.  But it reminds me that I have to sit all the boys down
and give them the `safe sex' lecture."
      "Especially this one," Ryan said.  "He's so much like Collin when he
was that age."
      "I'm amazed you were able to find so many young boys willing to get
naked like this."
      "Denny was a big help."
      "Your son was a big help making this Halloween memorable for us,
too."
      "So I heard.  Four trophies.  Wow!"
      "Five.  One for most awesome costume or something like that.  We gave
that one to Denny."
      "Yeah, he told me.  I guess I lost count."
      "Hey, where is he, anyway?"
      "He took Mr. Barnard to the hospital.  He reassures me that the old
man is okay, nothing serious, but he wanted to stay with him until he went
to sleep.  But anyway, because he works with so many theater groups in town
... well, out of town too ... he knows a lot of the actors and their
families.  When he told one of them what I was planning for his mother's
70th birthday the guy told him he thought he could help."
      "How?"
      "I guess what happened is the guy talked to some of the other actors'
families and between them I ended up with a dozen boys who aren't afraid of
being nude in public."
      "Umm, I don't get it."
      "The way Denny explained it to me is each of these boys has played a
nude scene in at least one stage production ... and most of them in more
than one production."
      "You mean like the stage plays `Equus" and `Take Me Out' that we went
to last season?"
      "Yeah."
      "How fortunate or you."
      "How fortunate for my wife," Ryan said with a grin.
      "Does she still let you umm ... play with the boys once in awhile?"
      "Oh, yeah.  Any time I want."
      "Good.  The Sibs are all gonna be home for Thanksgiving.  You're
invited."
      "Thanks.  It'll be nice to see them again."
      "And if you're interested, all four of my boys are now sexually
active ... with full parental approval."
      "That's the first thing Declan said when he came over after Halloween
to discuss the surprise party with me.  From what he says, none of them
have any inhibitions."
      "Except Declan.  He takes after his ol' man.  He doesn't want to get
butt fucked.  By the way, how come you never included me in on your party
plans?"
      "I've been planning this for over two years ... including recruiting
Declan and teaching him how to dance.  It wasn't until after Halloween that
he suggested including his other brothers.  He's the one who devised the
classroom concept.  But if I told YOU, Tiffany might find out and you know
she never could keep a secret from his sister."
      "True," I said.  "You're right, it WAS best that I didn't know."
      "And I knew you wouldn't have any problems with me recruiting your
sons."
      "Honored actually."
      "Thought you would be."
      Looking over to the action in the living room I said, "It's a good
thing you chose sturdy Mediterranean Style furniture for the living room."
      "Why's that?"
      When I thumbed my hand in that direction we saw a boy and a girl
lying on the coffee table in the 69 position.  But instead of sucking the
boy, she was rimming his ass while he was sawing his hard-on between her
more than ample tits and he was eating her cunt.
      About an hour later, after the ice cream and cake were devoured, the
young kids went home ... so there wasn't any `incest' performed until the
`entertainment' and their `groupies' left.  Then Father Chris asked,
"Connor, do you mind if I fuck your wife?"
      "Hey, what can I say?  She was your sister before she was my wife.  I
suppose that automatically gives you `first dibs'."
      In a holier-than-thou tone of voice, he said, "And I was the first to
fuck her, too."
      "How about if I fuck you while you fuck my wife?"
      "We tried that once, remember?  It felt like you were trying to
dry-dock the Queen Mary in my ass.  No thanks."
      As we all began to get undressed Miss Brenda said, "I know this will
be a lot of fun for all of you but I know my limits so I'm going to go take
a nap.  I'll join you, later.  Okay?"
      "Holler if you need anything," Ryan said, even as he walked his wife
to the bedroom.
      "I've heard, however," Father Chris said, "that Declan's looking for
some ass.  Is he just into boys his age or will he take on an old man?"
      "Well," Tiffany said as she laid on her back on the carpet, "he took
on his own old man and you're not much older than him, so I'd guess he'd be
willing."
      "We had sex but he didn't fuck me," I said, just to clarify matters,
"but a stiff cock is most often a blind cock when it comes to age, gender
and sexual orientation."
      When Ryan returned, seeing Father Chris fucking my wife, he said to
me, "It looks like it's just you and me."
      "Wanna get fucked?"
      "We tried that once, remember?  It felt like I was sitting on a fire
hydrant. And the whole week afterward, every time I sat down I thought my
insides were gonna fall out."
      "Sixty-nine, then."
      "Gladly," Ryan said with genuine enthusiasm.
      I rolled Ryan on his side and parted his legs so I could watch Father
Chris fuck his little sister.  Just as we were both getting into a good
rhythm we heard the side door slam shut.
      "Hi, Dad," Denny said as he walked in.  "Where's Mom?"
      "She's in the bedroom, taking a nap.  She had a really exciting day."
      "Good.  I'm just sorry I had to miss it."
      "She understands.  She knows how much Mr. Barnard means to you ... to
us ..."  then looking around the room, Ryan added, "to all of us.  Is he
okay?"
      "Fine.  Just another one of those mysterious `attacks' he gets.  Now
I know why they call it practicing medicine.  They're still learning how to
find out what's wrong.  Are you gonna share that cock?"
      "Which one?" Ryan asked, wagging my erection at his son before
looking down at his own cock half in-half out of my mouth.
      With mock disgust about the incest reference, Denny said, "Father!"
      "You rang?" Father Chris said in a sing-song tone while continuing to
fuck Tiffany.
      "Oh, hi, Uncle Chris.  I didn't recognize you without your collar."
      "Well, I thought the missionary position I'm in would have given you
a clue."
      "Umm, actually Aunt Tiffany being fucked by anyone other than Uncle
Connor should have given me the first clue," he retorted with a smile.
      "Uncle Denny!" Dakota, Dylan and Devon shouted as they raced into the
room dripping wet from the pool ... and naked."
      "Aren't you supposed to be wearing clothes outside?" Ryan asked.
      "We're inside," Dylan said.
      "We took them off on the way in," Devon said,
      "Nuh uh," Dakota said, revealing that they had been swimming naked.
      Both Devon and Dylan shot eye daggers at their little brother.
      "Uhh Ohh," Dakota said mischievously.  Then he asked, "Are we gonna
get sexy?"
      "You're already sexy, you little devil," Denny said lifting Dakota
off the floor to kiss him on the lips ... uncle-style.
      "I can get fucked!" Dakota said.  "It's okay.  Wanna fuck?"
      Denny looked at me and I nodded that what Dakota had said was true.
      "And I'm making sperm now," Dylan said.  "It's so fuckin' cool."
      "Yes it is, isn't it?  But there's four of you guys and only one of
me."
      "I've got dibs on Declan," Father Chris said. "But you can do
whatever you want with the other three."
      "Oh?" Declan said in a tone that implied this was the first he had
heard of him being `up for grabs.'
      "I want you to fuck my ass while I'm fuckin' your mom.  That is
... if you want ... I mean, it's not an order ... I was just hoping you'd
wanna ..."
      "Stop with the sermon.  I'll do it," Declan said, rolling his eyes
like it was going to be a chore.  But the grin in his eyes betrayed his
lust for the holy man.  He began slapping his four-inch cock against his
open palm in an attempt to harden it up to its full eight-inch erection
length.
      "Need some help with that?" Tiffany asked.
      "Sure!" Declan said, apparently surprised that his mother would offer
to blow him in front of her brother ... or anyone else for that matter.
Even so, he knelt where she could suck him without interrupting the ongoing
fuck she was getting from Father Chris.
      Disengaging from my sixty-nine position with Denny, I batted my
eyebrows at him and said, "Which one of you boys wants to fuck Uncle
Denny's ass?"
      "I do," Devon and Dylan said, raising their right hands like they
were in school.
      As the boys began `throwing rocks,' to see who wins I saw Dakota
looking sad, knowing he was still too `short' to fuck yet.
      "Dakota, you wanna give Uncle Denny a taste of that sweet cock of
yours?"
      With a huge smile, be bounded over to stand with his back to me so
Denny, who was getting into the doggy-style position, could suck him.
      "Holy Fuck!" Father Chris said, seeing Declan's hard-on.  "You sure
have grown!  I'm not so sure I want you to fuck me, now!"
      While Dylan ... the `rocks' winner ... got into position behind
Denny, I said, "So, Devon, you wanna fuck your old man or jack off?"
      "You mean ... like ... you'll let me ... like ... fuck you?" Devon
asked totally astounded.
      Looking over at Tiffany, I saw Father Chris had stopped fucking
because Declan was jack hammering his ass.  As soon as he slowed down,
Chris began fucking again.  But when Declan heard my offer, he whipped his
head around to see if I was kidding or not.
      As Devon slipped his six-inch 14-year-old cock up my ass, Declan got
his answer.
      "Oh man, this is sweeter'n Mom's cherry pie."
      "Your mom's pie isn't cherry," I chuckled.
      "No, I mean, if my dick was my tongue, it would think it was eating
one of Mom's delicious cherry pies."
      "Umm, that sounds like a good idea," I said, before slipping my
tongue into Dakota's ass crack.
      "Wha da fuck!"  Half turning to see what was happening, he shouted,
"Dad's rimming me!"
      "What?" Declan asked, having returned to rabbit fucking Father Chris.
Looking over at me, again, he said, "Dad rims, too?"
      That question form of the statement confirmed for me that when Declan
interrupted one of his brother Halloween night so he couldn't finish his
sentence it was to keep him from revealing that he rims the boys.  Of
course, it could have meant that I rim in addition to other things but I'm
fairly sure it was the former because it didn't sound like an exclamation.
      When Dylan saw Devon reach around under me to begin stroking my dick
while continuing to fuck me, he did the same to Denny.
      Denny, with his mouth full of cock and balls, moaned his
appreciation.
      Declan continued alternating between long slow strokes and rapid fire
hip thrusts up Chris' ass.
      Devon was giving my ass a pounding but not in a brutal way ... just
the energetic way associated with a thrilling chance to do something
`forbidden' for the first time.
      Dylan was fucking Denny but his cock kept popping out.  Even so, it
looked like he was learning he couldn't take five-inch strokes with a
four-inch dick.
      Dakota was wiggling and giggling from getting his cock sucked and his
ass rimmed at the same time.
      "Am I doing this as good as Declan?" I asked.
      "Yeah, you're doin' great," Dakota said.
      "But Declan only does it after he fucks us," Dylan said, confirming
my suspicions.
      Declan looked over at me, mortified.
      "Sounds fair enough," I said.
      Devon, unaccustomed to being the `top' peaked first and shouted, "I'm
gonna cum!"
      I arched my back so I could put one hand on his ass cheek to hold him
in while supporting myself with the other arm.
      "You want me to cum in your ass?" Devon asked excitedly.
      "Yep," I said even as I felt his cock jerking inside my ass tunnel as
it discharged its load.
      "Can I cum in YOUR ass, Uncle Denny?"
      "Yep."
      "You can, too, Declan," Father Chris said before Declan asked.
      "Wow!" the boys shouted gleefully.
      "You have MY permission, too," Tiffany said, meaning it was okay for
her brother to cum inside her.
      "Wow!" Father Chris shouted, "Just like the first time."
      "Just like the first time which was also the last time," Tiffany
said.
      "Yeah, you weren't on the pill because you didn't want multiple
births when you started having babies."
      "Hey, I think it'd be cool to have twins in the family," Declan said
as he threw his head back, grimaced and began dumping his load up his
uncle's ass.
      "He was talking about five or six kids at one time," I clarified.
      Dylan arched his back, thrust his cock as deep as it would go and
groaned a mournful moan as his newly-developing sperm pumped its way into
his Uncle Denny.
      As soon as they pulled out ... because their cocks were so sensitive
afterward, Denny and I jumped up at the same time and knelt on either side
of Tiffany.  After we shot our spunk on her tits, Father Chris fought with
Dakota and the other boys for the copious loads.
      We were still resting when Miss Brenda walked in.  "Looks like I
missed a good show."
      "No problem, Mom," Denny said, "I'm sure these boys will be ready to
perform again in no time at all."

      The End (I think).
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