Date: Sat, 27 May 2017 11:44:21 -0400
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: My Mother Married Six Men

                    MY MOTHER MARRIED SIX MEN
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
                   WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM

[Note: This story is set in the days of the "Old West" (1861 C.E.) and
involves men and an underaged boy having sexual encounter(s). As always, my
stories are fantasies with no basis in reality either intended or implied,
I personally have a clearly defined border between fantasy and reality in
my own life and can enjoy these sort of stories with no desire to go out
and emulate them in my own life. But if stories of this sort offend you,
please, spare yourself and read no further. I write a wide variety of
stories (it's what lets me stay so prolific) so check back next week for a
story of mine that may not go too far for you.]

     I was sitting in my Sunday best waiting while Mother entertained a man
in the next room. Waiting for her to come get me, because I had to meet
that man. He was going to become my new stepfather.
     My father had died not so long ago, after a very long illness, one
that had him seeing all kinds of doctors and borrowing money everywhere he
could to pay for them. When he died, the creditors had come after
us. They'd taken our house and everything we owned but the clothes on our
backs...and still they wanted money, something like another two thousand
dollars. And in 1861, that was a LOT of money! Even if Mother hadn't had me
to think about, and I was too young to work, she couldn't have paid off
that much money even if she worked the rest of her life.
     So Mother had done the only thing she could; she'd run an
advertisement in several Western newspapers, saying that she was a
good-looking newly widowed woman with a young child, who would marry any
decent man who was willing to pay her debt and take care of her and
me. Mother had a photograph of herself made to send to the men who
corresponded with her over the next two months.
     She had selected one, a big, strong, decent man who sent a letter from
the local banker saying he'd loan the man two thousand dollars any time the
man asked him for it. So we had taken the train fare he'd sent to us and
come West, and Mom was meeting the man tonight, in person, for the first
time. He had a secret to tell her, she said.
     I looked up as Mom walked into the room and looked at me with a look
that was really strange. Kind of confused, kind of triumphant, both at the
same time. "All right, Joshua, come on in and meet who I'm going to be
marrying." Her voice kind of cracked on the last half of that sentence, the
words "who" and "marrying." were higher-pitched than usual and her voice
got weird on those words. But I got up and walked after her into the
sitting room, looking around and blinked.
     Six men were standing in the room instead of one. All of them were
young, in their twenties and thirties, all were over six foot tall, all had
dark brown hair over a solid, square, dependable face, all had broad
shoulders, strong arms, thick chests, narrow waists, all bore the same sort
of polite, friendly smile toward me as I walked in behind my Mother and at
first, I couldn't quite decide which one of these six was the one in the
photograph, then I realized. "You're all brothers!"
     "That's right, Joshua." my Mother said, and took the arm of one of the
six men. "Joshua, this is the man I was corresponding with, James
Longstreet, and these are his brothers, Matthew, Mark, Luke, John, and
Peter." All names from the New Testament, I recognized, but that wasn't so
unusual, my own name came out of the Old Testament. But they were all tall,
strong, big-armed, broad-chested, thin-waisted men, with strong, handsome
faces under dark hair, with even darker eyes and smiles that were all alike
as they could be. Their only difference was their age, maybe fifteen years
divided the oldest and youngest, with Peter, the youngest, around twenty
years old and James, the oldest, at around thirty-five.
     "So, you're going to marry James, Mom?" I asked, looking up at them. I
was small and skinny for my age, with the blond hair of my father and
mother, pale-skinned and looking maybe even younger than I was, looking up
at that big, strong man. Yes, a good man to be my new father.
     "No." Mom said. "I'm going to marry all six of them."
     "All six?" I looked at the other men in bewilderment. They seemed a
little embarrassed about it.
     "Only way to make it fair." James told me soberly. "The money we're
going to be giving your mother belongs to all of us. And once we give her
that money, it'll be a long time before we have enough money to buy
ourselves another wife."
     "Oh." I said.
     "So, Joshua, honey." Mom asked me. "Are you okay with this? With me
marrying six men at one time?"
     I looked over at the men, who were regarding me. Six stepfathers? The
father I'd had had been sick and lying in bed more often than not. He'd
never played with me. These men would all be able to do things with me,
whenever I wanted. If one of them were busy with something, it'd be okay,
because there'd be five more of them to play with me.... "I think that'd be
terrific!" I said, and my enthusiasm won a chuckle from the men.
     "Our plan is that we each spend one week with you at a time." James
went on to my mother. "The other five will leave you alone for that time,
except for those womanly chores that come around."
     "This many men, I'll need some help in the cleaning and washing." My
mother returned and made a shoo-ing motion at me with her hands. I left the
room and went back to where I'd been waiting before. I had a lot of
thinking to do, anyhow. Six stepfathers! I'd have to think of games we all
could play! And would I want to sort of choose which one I'd go crying to
when I hurt myself, and which one would take me fishing, and which one
would teach me my lessons and....
     You can understand how much trouble I had getting to sleep that
night. The next day, Mom and the six men she was marrying went with me to
the church and the pastor there performed a marriage ceremony. I guess
they'd talked to him the night before, because he didn't say anything about
Mom and these men getting into such an unusual marriage. He asked Mom if
she agreed to marry all six of them, then asked each of them if they agreed
to marry Mom, and then pronounced them "men and wife" like he did it all
the time.
     We then went over to the bank and James and his brothers with Mother
set up to make the loan on their farm to get my Mother the two thousand
dollars. The banker said it'd take a week to get the documents done and the
money in the bank for her. Mother seemed disappointed in that, but soon
enough put a smile on her face again. After all, she was going to get the
money, it was just going to take a week.
     So we all got into the wagon, me, Mom and my six new stepfathers, with
all our bags and took a long ride up, up, up the mountain, a long, long
ride. We ended at a farm much like other farms, if you ignored the fact
that it was laid out different, on account of it was built on the side of a
mountain. Not a steep part, of course, that'd be stupid, but a part that
was more level than most if not real level, sort of a small valley way high
up the mountain. It had horses and cows and chickens and farmland in the
lower part with the house and barn and such higher up the mountain. Mother
spent most of the ride complaining that she wasn't going to do as much
housekeeping as it'd take to take care of six men, we'd all have to help
her out on everything, on and on, and I guess they all got tired of trying
to answer her and the last half of the ride was spent in a sort of
overwhelmed silence.
     The house itself was nice. A big living room and a nice kitchen, and a
small bedroom on the lower floor of the house, that room would be Mom's and
whichever of the six husbands was sleeping with her that week. The second
floor was all one big bedroom, with six beds. Five would be for the men who
weren't sharing Mom's bed that week, and I would get the other one. That
suited me fine, Mom would have the one man with her, and I got all five of
the others, for an entire week. How great would that be for a kid who'd
always been shortchanged on parenting, to have five dads ready to spend
time with him? And the time I'd spent talking with them told me I was going
to have a lot of good times. They promised me that soon as I learned to
ride a horse, one of their horses would be given to me, be all mine. And
they'd teach me to drive the mules so I could plow the fields with them,
and whenever they went to town, there'd be a dime for me, which I could
have to buy things at the store for my very own self! I tell you, I had six
new fathers, and they were ready to grant my every wish! Mom for her part
seemed to want to ruin my fun, she pointed out about the money that they
only went in to town a couple of times a year! The rest of the time, we'd
be stuck on the farm.
     James was eager after dinner (made by Mark and Luke, not Mom) to get
to bed which made Mom blush and his brothers laugh. Me, I laughed, too. I
didn't know what moms and dads did in bed together, but I knew what my
friends and I did in bed so I guessed it was something like that.
     But with them in the bedroom and the door closed, my other new
stepdads weren't interested in staying awake any longer, either. "I'm not
going to sit down here and listen to them!" is how Matthew put it. "My turn
is next week, so I'll just go upstairs and wait until then. After that,
maybe it won't bother me so much, getting James' seconds." Matthew was a
bit of a hot-head, I guess being the number two brother would do that to
you, always a brother ahead of you doing things first or better than you
could.
     "You think you got problems." mourned Peter, the youngest of them. "I
got to put up with it until near the middle of June before it's my turn."
     "We all talked it through before we wrote to her to begin with."
pointed out Luke. He was the quieter, more practical one of the brothers,
I'd found out. If I had a problem, I was going to talk with Luke about it!
     So we all trooped upstairs to the bedroom. I was getting James' bed
tonight, but the beds were all pretty much the same. Matthew didn't think
so. "I'm taking James' bed." he announced. "You can have my bed, Joshua."
     "James won't like that." Mark predicted.
     "I don't care." I said. "I'll take Matthew's bed instead."
     "Whatever." groaned John. "Let's get in bed already. I just hope we
don't have to listen to them through the walls.
     "We never heard Mom or Dad in there." John pointed out. "And they
never heard us up here."
     "Yeah." Matthew snickered. "We could fight all we wanted to and they
never heard a word up here."
     "Fighting wasn't all we did, you remember!" Luke said and they
laughed. "We made noises for other reasons, too. Still do every now and
then."
     While we were talking, the guys were undressing. I expected them to
stop at their underclothes. Me, I had pajamas I was going to put on. But
they stripped out of their clothes and as I did the same and was reaching
for my pajamas, I saw first one and then another of them get into their bed
naked like that.
     "You guys don't wear clothes in bed?"
     "What for?" John asked. "Just us here. Nobody else for near on ten
miles in any direction. Pajamas would just be more clothes to wash. We put
on extra blankets for the winter months."
     I had my pajamas in my hand.
     "You going to wear those sissy things?" Matthew wanted to know.
     That settled it. I tossed my pajamas back toward my bags. "No way!"
     They all laughed. "So slide that naked butt of yours into the bed and
get some sleep." And Matthew and Peter, at opposite ends of the row of six
beds, blew out the two lanterns. They were all in their beds now, it left
me alone in the darkness. Oh, I knew where the bed was, to my right-hand
side.
     But I knew where Mark's bed was, to my left. I made a sudden decision
and went left.
     Mark felt the covers on the bed shift. "What the...? Your bed is the
other way, Josh! This is my bed."
     "I know." I said. "Mind if I get in with you a while?" I didn't wait
for an answer but slid in next to him. The bed was small, I could only lie
down on my side right up against him, my upper leg and arm rested on his
thigh and chest as I snuggled in, I let my fingers rub over his broad,
strong chest, feeling the strength and the warm masculine form so close to
my own.
     "It's too hot to snuggle up!" Mark groaned. "Can't you get back into
your own bed?"
     My hand was on his stomach now, and traveling downwards further. "I
could." I agreed as my hand got closer to its goal and Mark made a sucking
in of breath as he realized my objective. "But then I couldn't do this,
could I?" And I got hold of his prick which was lying soft and dormant
between his legs. I wrapped my fingers around it and lifted it
upwards. "You don't mind, do you?"
     "Ohhh! Ohhh, oh, fuck!" breathed Mark. "You got hold of my cock!"
     "What's going on?" asked Luke from the bed next to Mark's.
     "Our new son has just gotten hold of my cock!" Mark groaned. I began
to pump on his hardening cock. "And he's beating me off!"
     "You're lucky!" panted Matthew. "I'm having to do my own over here!"
     "Me, too!" John grunted. "A hell of a way to spend our honeymoon
night, whacking off with my brothers instead of doing my new wife."
     "Our new wife." Peter pointed out. "You think I'm looking forward to
getting her after all of you have been shooting into her every night for a
month?"
     "I know I don't want James' leftovers!" Matthew announced, and I was
startled, because he was standing right beside the bed on my other side. He
yanked at the covers and got them off of me and Mark and then he was
resting one leg on the bed and his cock was being shoved at my face!
     The hard dong stabbed at my cheek and brushed my lips and I made an
exclamation of surprise.
     "Open your mouth and suck it!" growled Matthew.
     "He doesn't know anything about how to suck on a cock!" scoffed
Luke. He was now standing on the other side of Mark's bed.
     "So I'll teach him how. Now open your mouth, Son. Daddy Matthew's got
a big, fat peppermint stick for you to suck!"
     I opened my mouth and Matthew pushed in his pud. It didn't taste at
all like a peppermint stick, of course, it tasted more like when I mashed a
finger and shoved it into my mouth to suck on it to help with the pain. My
finger had been a little dirty and it had tasted a lot like Matthew's dick.
     "Just like a peppermint stick." advised Luke as he pushed his head in
closer to mine. "Suck on it, keep your teeth away and use your lips to work
on it like you could suck all the sweet sugar out of it when you pull on
it."
     I complied and Matthew moaned and his hands grabbed my head and began
to push my head back and forth over his cock. Luke surprised me by sliding
his head down and catching my little prick in his mouth and sucking on
it. His moist lips were sliding up and down on me and I felt a sharp
quivering sensation of pleasure run through my body as he did it, and I
knew why Matthew wanted me to suck on his dick. So I gripped and held on
tighter for him, and when I was pulled off, I gripped tight and sucked as I
moved, and Mathew moaned and began to move my head faster.
     "Hey, don't hog our son, guys! I want some of that, too!" John said.
     "Me, too!" Peter chimed in. All five of them were clustered around the
bed, now. I ended up with Peter's and John's cocks in my hands and Matthew
was on the bed, standing over Mark and Luke and me in the bed.
     I fought my mouth free of Matthew's hands for a moment. "But Daddy
Matthew, what about Daddy Mark? I was playing with him and he's still not
done!"
     "Don't worry, Son, we have that covered." panted Matthew. "You can
suck on him now."
     Mark scooted up in the bed so he could get his cock up to my face and
I leaned over to get to him.
     And Matthew slipped down into the bed and I felt his cock pressing at
my buttocks!
     "You can't fuck our son!" scoffed Luke as he saw what his older
brother was doing. "He's still too young."
     "I ain't going to hurt our boy any more'n I have to." Matthew
panted. "You keep him all worked up, it'll make it easier on him."
     Luke sucked me while Matthew squirmed his cock into my ass, and
Matthew was right, it didn't hurt as much with me all worked up from Luke
sucking on me. I hit my little-boy climax while he was doing it, and
Matthew took the moans and groans I was making to shove his prong on the
way in.
     And after that, it was a case of me keeping busy on all the cocks
around me. Mark groaned and shot his load into my mouth pretty quick, and
while I was busily gobbling down all that hot spunk he was squirting,
Matthew roared and sprayed another load up my butt.
     John and Peter moved in to take their older brothers' places, and I
soon was sucking on Peter while John's cock was driven into my ass. With
Matthew's come in their lubricating me, it went in easily. That set the
pace, when John groaned and unloaded, Peter moved in to take my ass and I
started sucking on Luke. I got Luke all greased up and he fucked me when
Peter was done. Then Mark wanted a chance to fuck me and then Matthew was
ready to do me again. I was sucking and getting fucked quite a bit after
that. I lost all track of it, but I know I quivered with my own orgasms
four separate times, if not more. I had stepdaddy come spraying me all over
the place, I swallowed loads and had more dripping out of my ass.
     When dawn came, it shone into the window and lit our naked bodies,
resting on the beds here and there in no particular order. I sat up in bed
and saw that I had Luke in bed with me. He felt me stirring and opened his
eyes, smiled at me. "Good morning, Daddy." I said to him.
     "Good morning, Son." Daddy Luke said to me.
     John stirred on the bed next to me, my bed. He sat up and looked at
me. "You awake now, Son?"
     "Yes, Daddy John." I said. "You want me to suck you again?"
     "Ooh, no, no time. We have to get up and feed the livestock and gather
the eggs and fix breakfast."
     "I want to gather the eggs, Daddy John." I told him.
     "That's Mark's job." John told me. "Ask him."
     Daddy Mark was up and getting dressed. "Daddy Mark, can I help you
gather the eggs?"
     "Sure, Son." he agreed. "After that and breakfast, we'll get you
washed up. You're a real mess after last night, you know."
     "I know." I giggled. "It was fun, though."
     "It sure was."
     "Damnedest honeymoon I ever had." Daddy Matthew agreed. "And it's not
over, yet."
     We did all the work on the farm, then left James and Mom alone in the
house while we all went into the fields to work on the land. Only I didn't
get a lot of work done, because I had five daddies to take care of every
time they felt horny. And that turned out to be a lot.
     That's how things worked the rest of the week. I wondered how Daddy
James was going to handle things when he saw how my other daddies were busy
in bed with me. But I guess they'd talked it over with him before, because
that night, when we went upstairs, Daddy James was the first in line to
stick his cock up my ass. He fucked me long and sweet and soft and when he
groaned and squirted it up into me, I felt like all six of these men were
really and truly my daddies now.
     Mom has never been happier. Most of the housework is done by my
daddies, and she has a different man in her bed every week. Mom's pregnant
now and talking about how my daddies are going to have to keep their hands
off of her entirely pretty soon.
     But that's okay, I don't think my daddies will mind one bit. Plenty of
room for all six of them with me upstairs as long as they want.

                             THE END
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