Date: Thu, 29 Jun 2006 12:43:06 -0500 From: jockhunger@yahoo.com Subject: Sharin Chapter Three - Brothers Share Over the past two years, Lance became the "go to" guy for his little brother Randy. In an attempt to help his younger brother grow up knowing more about sex than he did at that age, Lance--with help from his girlfriend's mouth--introduced his brother to the world of blowjobs. Lance said it was an early Christmas present even though it was Sharon's idea. At the sound of the car door closing, Lance, Randy and Sharon hurried to get dressed. "Fuck!" Lance shouted. He tossed his brother one pair of the red plaid boxers they had discarded earlier, followed by his brother's Durasheens. "Quick, put 'em on." Lance hopped on first one foot and then the other as he scrambled into his pants he had worn to school. He looked over at Sharon who was slipping on her sweater but not her bra. As she slipped into her own jeans, he saw her tuck her panties into the front of Randy's pants. "A little souvenir," she cooed, "of your first muff dive." Then kissing him passionately, she added, "and your first blow job." "Awh man! Now I'm gettin' hard again," Randy moaned as he pulled the button-front shirt he'd worn to school over his head, hoping the shirttails would hide his boner. "Save it for later," Sharon said, running her hand down inside the front of her jeans. "I've got a feeling I'm gonna need you guys to help me out again real soon." Then she removed her hand, licked her middle finger and said, "Yep, it's simmering even as we speak." "Awh fuck!" Lance said. "Now mine's boning up, too." He started to tuck in his shirt but decided to follow Randy's lead and let his shirt cover his crotch. "And I don't want either of you to jack off. I want all that sweet jism for myself." Both boys felt their nuts clench up at the thought of abstaining. Simultaneously they groaned, "Jeeze." "I'm a growing boy," Randy said. "I've gotta have release or I'll bust." "The only way either of you can dump a load is if you blow each other," Sharon said with finality. "Eewh!" both shouted. "Thought that would shut you two whiners up," Sharon said, just as the front door opened. "Hi, Dad," Randy croaked, like his voice was still changing. "Hi, Mr. Wilson," Sharon said politely. "Sharon," Geoff said, looking around the room for his wife, Anita. "Uh, hi. How are you?" He pulled off his topcoat and hung it in the closet. "I'm fine." Then stepping closer, she said. "I just stopped by for a minute to drop off a Christmas present." Randy gulped like he thought his Dad would ask to see the package--the contents of which Randy had squirted all over Sharon's tits. `How do you display a blowjob under the tree?' he thought. Then he felt his cock twitch at the recollection of their afternoon activities. "Where's your mom?" Geoff asked, looking around again as he pulled off his suit coat. "Uh, she'll be home in about ten minutes," Lance said, looking at his watch, only after he'd answered. He hoped his father didn't notice the blunder. "I thought we said no girls in the house unless one of us were home," Geoff said. "It's not like we could do anything unacceptable," Sharon said politely, "because Squirt was here the whole time." "Not that we WOULD, if he weren't here," Lance added quickly. "Yeah, Dad," Randy said, "It's not like I'd let 'em suck face in front of me. Eewh!" Then he said, "Besides, we just got home ourselves. We're still wearing what we wore to school. We haven't even had time to change." "You wore those to school?" Geoff asked, pointing to the Durasheens. "Duh, Dad. I was changing when the doorbell rang, so I slipped these on. I couldn't answer the door in my boxers." "Hey, Dad," Lance said, "I mean, look. He's still got his school shirt on. And I was in the middle of a ..." Lance's voice trailed to a whisper before he said, "... piss, so I couldn't answer it." "I guess you're right. I know I'm being overly protective but ..." "Not at all," Sharon said. "My dad's the same way and I love him for it. Too many parents don't pay enough attention to what their kids are doing and those are the kids who get in trouble." "Yeah, drugs and booze." Lance said. "You could give us a blood test right now. We wouldn't mind," Randy said, "'cuz you guys raised us right. We're not gonna do anything to embarrass you." "Well, I gotta go," Sharon said as she sidestepped around Geoff-- a little too close. Her boobs lingered against his biceps a moment longer than was necessary before she reached for the doorknob. "You guys are gonna be going to the midnight service at your church Christmas Eve, right?" she said, looking straight into Geoff's eyes. "Christmas Eve," Geoff repeated, obviously distracted by the accidental `brush with breast.' "Uh, yeah. We'll be there. Anita is singing in the choir." "Mom's got a solo," Lance said. Looking down at Sharon's ample bosom, Geoff asked, "Aren't you wearing a coat?" "Oh! Uh, no. Got the sweater." She thrust her chest out to direct Geoff's attention to her sweater and distract him, yet again, while Randy kicked her coat behind the sofa. Stepping between Randy and Geoff's line of vision, Lance said, "Uh, Sharon, I'll see you to your car." "Don't be silly. It's just outside." Then she wrapped her arms around Lance's neck, kissed him on the cheek and said, "See you later." Then, as if caught up in the spirit of the moment, she crushed up against Geoff and did the same thing. "Merry Christmas," she said, waving good-bye. "See ya, Squirt." "See ya," Randy said. Lance used eye motions to urge Randy upstairs. He figured it would be best for the two of them if they made themselves scarce until dinnertime. That way, there wouldn't be a constant reminder that they had been caught going against the rules. By the time Anita had the table set, it appeared their dad had forgotten about it. `But,' Lance thought, `Dad tends to percolate things before he acts on them. We might not be out of the woods yet.' Randy offered to do dishes and then joined his folks in the family room to watch TV while Lance was surfing the net upstairs in the bedroom. Randy was deep in thought about everything that had happened earlier so, when the phone rang, he jumped nervously. Even so, he picked it up on the first ring. "City Morgue, you stab 'em, we slab 'em." "Randy!" Anita groused. "Hi, Sharon. Hold on, I'll get Lance." "Where is he?" Sharon asked. "Upstairs." "Good, I want you to stay on the phone, too." "Really?" "Yeah." "Lance!" Randy yelled, "It's Sharon." When he heard Lance pick up, he said, "Sharon wants me to listen, too." "Mom down there with you?" Lance asked in an attempt to warn Sharon that his brother wasn't alone. "Yeah, Dad too." "Oh, sorry," Lance apologized as he said, "Hi, Sharon. Squirt had to tell me that so Mom would know he wasn't listening in on our private conversation. What's up?" "It's what's gonna be up by the time we hang up." "Whaddya mean?" Randy asked, not knowing how Sharon used innuendos to make a point. "Well, I know what you two are wearing ... plaid boxers. Wanna know what I'm wearing?" "Sharon!" Randy whined. "Nothing but Hot Brothers' Cum perfume and locker room stink. "Ohhh ..." Lance groaned. "Huh?" Randy asked. "I'm lying in bed with your brother's stinky ol' jockstrap draped over my tits and I'm rubbing 'em with his skanky odor. Yeah, Lance, just knowing your big ol' dick has sweat in the pouch of this jock and that you've dripped pre-cum in it every time you've thought about eatin' me out, just makes the odor all the more powerful." "Ooooh," both boys groaned. Randy watched as his dad got up and went into the master bedroom. He didn't hear what excuse Geoff gave Anita because he was distracted. The two boys could hear sucking noises over the phone. "I just love sucking on the pouch of your jockstrap, Lance. It's like a cock and balls doggy bag." "Unnngh," Lance moaned suddenly. "Lance, are you pokin' out the fly of your shorts?" "Uh huh," Lance said breathily. "You got your legs crossed, Squirt, hiding your boner from your mom and dad?" "Dad left," Randy said distractedly but crossed his legs as he realized her question was really an instruction aimed to warn him that his mother might see his growing erection. "Ummm," Sharon said. "I bet your dad went to pee. He's gonna reach in his pants, dig around for his cock ... then he's gonna pull it out and stretch it away from his body before he aims it at the toilet. I wonder if he holds it up with two fingers or if he's so big he has to use his whole fist." "Jeeze, Sharon, for a girl, you sure know a lot about how guys pee," Lance said. "I grew up with eleven brothers, remember? Five older and six younger, so I had to learn all about `aim' and `trajectory'." "Oh, yeah," Lance said. "I forgot your family's a Catholic diocese of its own." "Except we're not Catholic," Sharon said. Then salaciously, she continued. "I'd just love to feel your dad's hot rigid cock sliding past my lips, across my tongue and down my throat." "Eewh!" Randy said but his cock oozed a large glob of pre-cum, nonetheless. "I don't believe you use that same filthy mouth to eat with," Lance groaned. "I bet he's got one even bigger than yours, Lance." "Dunno," Lance said, groping his aching balls. "I want you to find out for me. Will you do that?" "Gross!" Lance said. "I've got a scorching hot mouth just yearning to suck the big beautiful cock of the brother who first brings me the information about how big your dad is." "Hmmmmm." Randy moaned, remembering just how hot her mouth was. "That's your job, Squirt." Lance said quickly, like a kid calling `shotgun.' He didn't want to be stuck with having to spy on his dad. "That sounds do-able," Randy said in a business-like tone for the sake of his mother's attentive ear. "Lance, take your shorts off and sniff 'em." Sharon said, more as a command than a suggestion. "Say what?" "Do it. I want you to tell me what your stink smells like to you." "Why not Randy?" Lance argued, not wanting to smell his underwear. "Okay, Randy," Sharon said snippily, "why don't you take off your boxers and tell me--in front of your mother--what they smell like." Randy's heart skipped a beat or two before Lance said, "Okay, I'll do it. I forgot." "I'm always watchin' your back. Don't you boys forget that," Sharon said. Randy and Sharon listened to Lance's grunts and groans, huffs and puffs as he stripped out of them. Then they heard him sniff them. "Eewh," Lance said mildly. "What?" Sharon asked. "Sweat and ..." "And what?" "I'd say ..." "Cum? Poop?" Sharon urged. "Gross!" Lance said before he added, "cum, definitely. Poop, no. Maybe a slight butt-crack smell, though." "A good fart smell, right?" "Yeah, I guess," Lance said, "if there IS such a thing as a good fart smell." "Oh, there is," Sharon said. "Now, what number is on the waistband?" "What?" Lance asked, but looked anyway. "Ohmigod! These are Squirt's!" Sharon burst into laughter. Randy looked at his lap and felt his cum shoot up his tube, totally against his will, filling his brother's boxers with teen cum." "I saw you toss him the wrong ones when we got dressed so quickly this afternoon." "Making a guy sniff some other guy's funky shorts," Lance accused, "... that's fuckin' perverted! Even if they ARE my brother's." `Not as perverted as cummin' in your brother's boxers,' Randy thought with a shudder. "I just thought it would bring you two a little closer. That's what you want, isn't it?" "Not this way!" Lance said. "Does your dad wear boxers? Sharon asked. "I don't know," Lance said. "Sometimes," Randy said. "You ever use his bathroom? The one next to your folks' bedroom?" "Hardly ever," Randy said. "Never," Lance said. "Is the shower curtain see-through?" "No, dark blue," Randy said. "If you hide behind it, would you be able to see your dad's pecker when he's peeing?" "Maybe, reflected in the mirror," Randy mumbled in an almost whisper. "But that would be too risky," Lance warned. "Does he sleep in the nude?" "Don't know," both answered. "Are your folks sound sleepers?" "Mom is," Lance said, remembering Randy couldn't comment with Anita in the same room listening. "Dad not so much. Only if the TV's on. Turn it off and he wakes up." "Yeah, my dad's the same way. Do you guys own a video camera?" "Yeah," Randy said. "In Dad's closet," Lance said like that option was out. "Well, you're just gonna have to figure out a way to see him naked. I want to know what he looks like." "What does it matter? A cock's a cock," Lance said. "Besides, you told me size doesn't matter." "It doesn't. I've got an idea I'm working on but I need to know what I'm gonna be dealing with." "What idea?" Lance asked skeptically. "You know what we did today?" "Yeah," both boys said. "Well, I've decided I'd like to make this a family affair. But what I have in mind will be so worth it once you find out for me. Oh ... and a picture would be awesome!" "No way!" Randy said. "Impossible!" Lance said. "Lance, you can hang up now. I'm gonna say good-bye to Randy in a special way. Oh! Don't forget. No jackin' off." Lance groaned. "Goodnight. But remember, Mom's in the same room with him." Then he hung up. "Squirt, I'm just about to cum. I want you to listen while I moan. Would you like that?" "Ummmm." Randy said eagerly. He listened attentively. He could hear a slick wet sound and a faint hum. Then Sharon grunted, groaned and moaned throughout her orgasm. He heard a muffled scream, like she was screaming through ... `a skanky jockstrap' Randy thought. When she was done, she said, "I know what you did but I want you to know it was okay. I expected it to happen. In fact, that's why I called. I hoped it would happen ... for you. But from now on ... until we have sex again ... no more cumming." `How could she know I just cummed in Lance's boxers while I was listening to her?' Randy wondered. "Understand?" "Uh, yeah ... sure," Randy said distractedly. "And let me know about your dad." "How?" "Hard if you can do it. But soft will be okay." "No. I mean ... how?" "You'll figure something out. G'night." Randy heard the disconnect click just as Lance walked in the room. Randy returned the receiver to the cradle. "Thought I'd come down to run interference," Lance said, walking in wearing nothing but a T-shirt and his boxers. "But I guess I didn't have to." With a jerk of his head, Lance suggested they go upstairs. Randy shook his head `no.' More insistently, Lance jerked his head again. "We'll be upstairs," Lance said to his mom. Randy glared at him as his cum cooled. When he stood, he flinched as his boxers smeared the cold wet cum all over his thighs. On the way up the stairs, Randy said, "I've gotta pee." "We gotta talk," Lance said, following him in. "Do you mind?" Randy asked annoyed. "Just do it." Disgruntled, Randy thought, `It was okay when I was the one walking in on him but ...' "Listen, I know Sharon. She won't put out until we find out how big dad is." "Can't we just lie to her?" Randy asked. Seeing his brother wasn't peeing, Lance joked with him. "Dude, you take it out, aim for the bowl and relax. That's how a guy pees." "It's not that," Randy groaned miserably. "Why didn't you say so. I'll let ya shit in peace." "No," Randy said, "It's ... it's ... oh jeeze, you're gonna find out anyway." "What?" "I cummed in your shorts, man!" Lance smiled broadly. "What?" Randy asked annoyed. "All that talk got to me, too." Reaching into the hamper, he picked out Randy's boxers, holding them between two fingers like they were radioactive. Smiling, Randy stripped. Then he asked, "Think we should rinse 'em out before they dry?" "Good idea, Squirt. I'll be in the bedroom." "Lance?" Randy asked before he could leave. "Yeah?" "Sharon said she knew I cummed. How could she?" "I don't know but it's like she has satellite vision or something. I swear, she knows about things I've done that there's no way she could have known." "Oh." "Hey, Squirt. Uh, what we did this afternoon. I ... uh ... hadn't planned for the two of us to ... you know." "It's okay. I mean ... I'm okay with it if you are." "Sharon said she wouldn't do it unless I ... joined ... in." "I don't mind. She's your girlfriend, after all." "It's just ... well ... kinda ... incestuous," Lance stammered. "No it's not. It's not like we were doing anything ... you and me ... to each other! It was us and her!" "Yeah, okay. Just so you know." "I'm cool." "So ... you gonna wanna do it again ... sometime?" Lance asked, raising one eyebrow questioningly. "Fuck yeah! I mean ... if YOU'RE tight with it." "Gonna have to be. Ever since Victoria's Secret, Sharon's got it in her head the two of us are better than one." "Well, I'm not gonna argue with her opinion of us," Randy snickered. Then, looking at Lance's boxers, he said, "Dude, your faucet's leaking. Take 'em off and I'll rinse those out, too." Dropping his shorts to the floor and then kicking them into the air with his toe, Randy grabbed them in mid air and tossed his brother's boxers in the sink. "Sharon sure has some strange ideas, though," Lance said, helping Randy wring out the first pair of shorts he'd been rinsing out. "Yeah," Randy said, thinking, `We can't cum unless we blow each other.' "Like ... why'd she make me sniff your shorts, man?" Lance said disgustedly. "And ... why does she want to know how big dad is?" "She loves cock," Lance said. "She confessed when we first started dating that she loves 'em. She promised to be faithful to me but I'm thinkin' she's wanting to explore some more, too." "Why you say that? I think she loves you. The real kinda love ... not just your cock." "I guess ... because I'm feeling like I wanna try some strange, too." "Strange what?" "Strange pussy. New muff." "I thought you said you had to make all kinds of promises before she'd blow me," Randy said. "I did. But I think she was just ... manipulating me." "Really?" "I think she'd have blown you even if I didn't agree to muff dive her." Then after a moment, "... and try to talk you into it, too." "Yeah, that was ... cool," Randy said with no real enthusiasm. "But do you really think she's looking ... for strange?" "Yeah. A lot of conversations lately have been about ... cocks. Ever since our trip to the mall." "When we showed her our boners at Vickie's?" "Yeah." Lance smiled at Randy. `He's been to Victoria's Secret once, so now he thinks he knows Victoria Gotti well enough to call her store `Vickie's'. "What's up fellas?" Geoff asked from the open bathroom door. Both brothers jumped. Randy screamed like a little girl before he got mad and shouted. "Jesus! You could give a guy a heart attack doin' that!" "I thought you heard me calling you after I knocked on your bedroom door." Looking down at their naked lower halves, he said, "I guess not." Then, waving his hand in a small circle below waist level, he asked, "What's all this?" "I spilled pop on my shorts," Randy said quickly. "And you?" Geoff asked Lance skeptically. "I ..." Lance said, holding up the wet boxers like they had suddenly and magically appeared in his hand. "We were on the computer," Randy interrupted and my can tipped over and ... it went all over both of us." "Our laps," Lance clarified. "It was all my fault," Randy whined, knowing that confessing wrongdoings usually got him out of a punishment. "I thought we could wash it out real quick before it left a stain." "Well, you gotta admit two guys, half naked ... the wrong half ... in a bathroom together ... uh, gives a guy reason to question." "Oh yeah! I agree!" Lance assured him. "Boy! Now that you put it that way, heh heh, it does look kinda queer ... queer queer, not weird queer. Except ..." he added, thrusting his thumb back and forth between Randy and himself, "we're brothers. That'd be ... incest ... so ... no way, Dad!" "Time for bed, Randy," Geoff said, like that was what he'd come to tell them. "But it's a holiday," Randy moaned. "One more hour?" Lance pleaded on his brother's behalf. "I promise, I'll keep him quiet. You know ... not hyper." "Okay. But then it's to bed for both of you." "Promise," Randy said, hugging his dad. "You're the best." Geoff backed his hips away from his son's lower half and lifted his arms away from his body self-consciously--looking for all the world like a penguin--as his half-naked son hugged him. "And put some clothes on. This isn't a nudist colony after all." "Yes sir," Randy said backing away. "Sorry. I guess Mom would have fainted if she'd seen us like this." Geoff turned and left, a grimace on his face from that thought. After they heard their dad's footfalls downstairs, Randy started giggling. Lance put his hand over his brother's mouth to keep him from bursting out laughing. "Don't make me pull this car over," Lance said before he, too, started giggling. Randy fell into him and wrapped his arms around his brother's waist, crushed his face into his chest and started gasping for short breaths. "Did you see his face?" Lance chuckled. "Got caught ..." Randy giggled. "What's all this?" Lance mimicked his dad. "Naked," Randy gasped. Lance pulled him closer to try and stop their bodies from convulsing. Tears were running down their cheeks. "We must have been quite a sight," Lance said. Randy finally felt his brother's junk brushing against his belly and realized how close they were standing to each other. He felt his own cock start to plump. Taking a deep breath and backing away, he said, "Okay." Then he held his breath trying to stop the giggles. "One times one is one." "Two times two is ... naked in the bathroom!" Lance guffawed. Randy ran to their bedroom and fell face down on his bed--before Lance saw his boner rising. "Oh man," Lance said. "Did you see his face? It was like that old lady at ... Vickie's!" Randy collapsed into another fit of giggles. Even so, he pulled his pillow between his legs, successfully hiding his now-rampant boner before rolling over to face his brother. He was curled up in a ball, lying on his side, laughing. "Wait'll Sharon hears about this," Lance said. "She'll put out just for the grins and giggles." "Hey, I get some, too." Randy said. "That was a team performance." "You bet, little bro. It wouldn't have been half as funny without you, you little monkey." As the giggles and chuckles diminished, Randy kept the pillow between his legs. He was confused because he got hard after feeling Lance's jewels pressing against him and he knew that was ... queer. Lance got pensive, too. Then seriously, he asked, "Dude ... you gonna share your girlfriends with me when you start dating?" "If there's anything left over ... sure," Randy grinned. "But there's no way you'd cheat on Sharon." "You're right, dude. Don't want to fuck up a great deal like her!" Then pensively, Randy asked, "How we gonna check Dad out? He's got his own bathroom next to his bedroom. If I went in there ..." "And we hardly ever go in their room," Lance offered. "... he'd get suspicious. Especially, you know, while he's showering or peeing or whatever," Randy moaned. "Well, we can't do anything about it tonight. Let's think about it tomorrow." They left their bedroom door open when they went to bed so their dad wouldn't wake them up by knocking to see if they were in bed. A little while later, Geoff checked in on the boys before he, too, went to bed--earlier than Anita. She wanted to watch some of the late, late talk shows--as usual. He might just as well have stayed up, however, because all he did was toss and turn as he thought about all he had seen and heard. Earlier, shortly after Sharon called, he had gone to his bedroom and got on the extension, thinking he'd be able to discover what the three of them had been up to when neither parent was home. He had listened to her describe how she wanted a picture of him naked and how they could go about it--shower curtain, camcorder or while he was sleeping. Then he mulled over why she wanted to know in the first place and why she wanted to make it "a family affair." He speculated about what they had done earlier in the day ... whatever that was ... but even during his wildest imaginings, he wasn't even close. He was, after all, from an earlier generation. Even so, being a man, his first thought was that it was something sexual. Then the father instinct took over and he convinced himself that such a thing was merely wishful thinking on the part of a middle- aged man. But then, Sharon started describing in graphic detail what she wanted to do to him. While he was listening to her on the phone, he recalled her tits brushing against his arm and crushing against his chest as she gave him a goodbye kiss. He remembered her aroma. `Not perfume, exactly,' Geoff thought, `but a certain musty smell, like ...' His cock sprang to life as his mind sorted out the various odors and the answer came up "Female Orgasm!" Absentmindedly, his hand drifted down to his groin as he fantasized about fingering her pussy ... about Sharon going down on him ... and then gobbling her cunt like a Christmas goose. He began a slow stroking motion on his hard-on because it ached worse than an abscessed tooth as he thought about her request--no, her demand--that the boys find out his cock size. Guilt overtook him for a while. He admonished himself for thinking about Sharon in a sexual way. She was his oldest son's girlfriend ... and maybe even his younger son's if what he'd heard was true. He rebuked himself for thinking his sons were doing something ... perverted ... in the bathroom, earlier. They had, after all, been raised with a righteous Christian upbringing. He consoled himself, however, with the fact that he had a happy marriage--even if there wasn't a lot of sex involved. He stroked himself, knowing even his wife wasn't aware that he jacked off almost every day so, as far as he was concerned, her lack of interest in sex wasn't a hardship. Closing his eyes, he tried to calm his whirlwind thoughts. He breathed deeply and steadily but that only speeded up his hand movements. `Maybe if I jack off, I can calm down enough to fall asleep before Anita comes to bed.' Using mental reruns of favorite scenes from his secret stash of porno, Geoff began the slow ascent toward climax. His balls roiled in his scrotum and the tingling started. When a vision of what he thought Sharon would look like naked intruded into his thoughts, the jism began to work its way closer to orgasm. But when the scene of his two sons in the bathroom, naked from the waist down, flashed into his imagination, it startled him. Just as quickly, Sharon appeared, standing between them, naked and fingering her pussy. "Aaagh!" Geoff groaned in a suppressed scream. Ten powerful spurts later Geoff reached under the bed for his cum rag. It was already stiff and crusty from three previous days offerings. After he tucked it under the bed, again, he laid back exhausted--a contented exhaustion. There was a time when Geoff worried about Anita finding the towel before he had a chance to throw it in the next day's laundry. After a while, he started leaving it there two or three days, hoping she'd find it and realize he needed sex more often. Finally, he decided he'd wash it once a week. He figured, if she found it, she would know he was jacking off and if she were concerned about it, she'd do something about it--which she didn't. `But for the most part,' Geoff thought, `she still puts out every ten to twelve days. She keeps a clean house. She's raised the boys into two great kids while I've had to work.' He felt himself getting really drowsy. Just before he went completely under, he thought, `Help the boys get a look ...' The next morning, Christmas Eve day, Geoff awoke refreshed--more so than most mornings. After breakfast he went to work, neglecting to remind the family that he only had to work half a day. It wouldn't matter anyway. Anita would be at the church arranging the hundreds of poinsettias for the midnight service. That free afternoon, he spent getting two last presents--for himself. Then he had a homeless lady make out the gift cards TO: Geoffrey FROM: Santa. He gave her five twenty dollar bills after she handed him back the tags. "Merry Christmas," Geoff said. Her expression was priceless--just like the two gift cards in a stranger's handwriting. Stopping at the mall, he paid to have the larger present professionally gift-wrapped by the mall's customer service center. The other fit in a festive envelope. Both were small enough--even wrapped --to fit in the pockets of his camel hair topcoat. When he got home, he hung up his coat as usual, went to his room to change and then watched the news until dinner. The rest of the night was pretty much wasted because they were getting in each other's way as they prepared for the midnight service. "We have to be at the church in one hour," Anita called up the stairs to the boys in a threatening tone. "We're gettin' ready right now," Lance shouted back to appease his mom even though they hadn't even begun. "Blue jeans and sneaks, right?" Randy called out. Anita, although annoyed, appreciated the tension-breaking levity and sang, "He know when you've been bad or good so be good for goodness sake." Anita had to arrive at the church early because she had to warm up for her solo. That meant Lance, Randy and Geoff had to stand around for twenty minutes before the rest of the parishioners began to arrive. To their surprise, Sharon showed up, too. "I know I'm not a member but do you think it would be okay if I attended the service?" "Sure," Lance said, "Everyone's welcome." "But when we go up for communion ..." Randy began to explain. "Yeah, I know," Sharon said, "you have to be confirmed first." "We'll be sitting close to the front," Geoff said, "about three rows back." "Because Mom's singing," Randy said. "That way, she can read Dad's lips if she forgets the words." "That's not why!" Lance said and then chuckled at his brother's imagination. "That's pretty much where we always sit. Some of the older folks get kinda territorial." "And ladies with babies have to sit in the back," Randy said, leading the way down the center aisle. Standing to one side like an usher, he waved a hand toward the pew. Lance deferred to Sharon but she whispered, "You go first." Sharon sat between Lance on her right and Geoff on her left with Randy next to his father. During the service, when they stood to sing, she stood and sang. When they knelt to pray, she knelt. When it came time for Anita's solo, Sharon held Lance's hand. Part way through, she reached for Geoff's hand, which was resting on his thigh. Surprised, Geoff tried to pull away but she was quicker than he was. When she smiled angelically, he relaxed and enjoyed the spirit of the season. During the sermon, Sharon gently laid her hand on Lance's thigh. A few minutes later, Geoff squirmed as if in discomfort and tucked his folded hands in his crotch--just to relax the tension in his neck. A little later, Sharon laid her left hand on Geoff's right thigh and smiled again. The sermon lasted longer than normal. Geoff figured it was Christmas, after all, and the priest wanted to be sure to reach all those churchgoers who only showed up at Christmas and Easter. When it was time to stand for the next song--the one before communion--Sharon noticed both Lance and Geoff were tenting their trousers. Both cupped their hands in front of themselves--arms crossed piously at the wrists--as they shuffled forward to receive the Holy Ghost. As Lance returned to his seat with his father following behind him, he was able to smirk at Sharon. When she eye-talked to him by darting her glance over Lance's shoulder toward Geoff, Lance realized she was telling him his dad had a boner, too. He almost started to giggle. Instead, he squeezed his nuts--hard--as he sat down, so he wouldn't burst out laughing. Randy, taking the seat next to his father, noticed his dad crossed his legs--something he never did. Occasionally, while watching TV he would cross them at the ankles but never across the knees. He noticed his dad kept his hands in his lap, too. From his own experience a few days earlier, Randy suspected his dad was hiding a hard-on. He smiled. The rest of the service sped past--compared to the pre-sermon portion--and they were soon on their way home. Lance asked, "Okay if Randy and I change for bed before we open our Christmas Eve present?" "That's probably a good idea," Geoff said. "I think I will, too." "I want to get out of this good dress, too," Anita said. "I've got to wear it again tomorrow." Once Lance got Randy aside, he said, "Sharon gave Dad a boner in church." "I knew he had one," Randy said. "I just didn't know why." "Actually, we both got one," Lance said. "Just from her touching our thighs." "Really?" Then, almost like confession, Randy said, "I got one, too, when I found out Dad had one. I don't know why but it just seemed so wicked." "Way wicked, dude!" Lance said, high-fiving Randy. "I need to change my shorts 'cuz my dick's dripping." Lance said. "Good idea. Too bad Sharon won't let us jerk one off. I bet she deliberately gave you a boner just so you'd suffer." "You're probably right, Squirt." Wilson family tradition allowed each family member to open one present after the Christmas Eve service while they enjoyed a glass of eggnog--with a splash of rum--before going to bed. When the kids were younger, the custom allowed them to open the one present that they wondered about the most--the one that would keep them awake. And the splash of rum helped ease them more quickly toward sleep. Of course, Santa put the "best" presents under the tree after the kids went to bed. So, after they had all opened one present each, the boys went to bed and Anita began clearing away the glasses. Geoff took that opportunity to put his two secret presents under his pile of gifts without Anita noticing. For Geoff, Christmas Eve was also a "freebie" as far as sex with Anita was concerned. Holidays, birthdays--both his AND hers--and their anniversaries were considered "in addition to" the once every ten or twelve days routine. Thanks to Sharon, Geoff was already dripping by the time he got undressed for bed--and sex with his wife. For the first time since their marriage, Geoff thought of someone else while fucking Anita. "That was quick," Anita said with a hint of relief after Geoff cummed. "I can keep going," Geoff offered, wagging his still erect hard- on at her. "There's still a little life left in the ol' boy." "Well, only if you want to." "Do you want me to?" "You know it doesn't matter to me. I don't have orgasms. I don't get all tingly when you're shoving that thing in me. Don't get me wrong. It's not your fault. I'm just ... not ... you know." "I'll be okay," Geoff said, crawling under the covers. "But thanks for ... you know ... letting me do it once in a while." "For better or worse," Anita said. "I'm just sorry we didn't know about my problem before we got married ... for your sake I mean.." "I'd have married you anyway," Geoff said kindly. "But I guess your condition is why I'm not too strict with the boys. I remind 'em every once in a while that they're not supposed to be overly ..." "But if they were, you wouldn't ground 'em." "Pretty much," "Jesus, Geoff, you don't really think Randy's having sex yet, do you?" "He's right at that age, hon." "THAT thought will keep me awake all night," Anita said. `The thought of Randy having sex with Lance's girlfriend will keep ME awake.' Geoff thought, as he felt an urge to jack off--with those images in his mind's eye. Instead, he urged, "Try to relax, Hon. We went through this already with Lance, remember?" "Yeah, I know. When Lance started ... dating, I just felt like he was growing up. But with Randy ... my baby ... it just means ... I'm getting old." "Nonsense," Geoff assured her. "If you're getting old, it means I'm getting old and I refuse to believe that," as he thought, 'Not with this hard-on in my hand!' When Lance woke up the next morning, Randy wasn't in bed. Lance slipped on clean boxers and went downstairs. He expected to find his brother impatiently sitting by the tree and placating himself by sorting his presents into the order in which he wanted to open them. Instead, he heard Anita fixing breakfast. "Hi, Mom, where's Dad?" "In the bathroom, I think." Then, looking over her shoulder at her eldest son, she asked, "Where's Randy?" "Uh ... upstairs, I guess. I thought he'd be down here." "Hi, Sport," Geoff said, as he walked in the kitchen. "Where's Squirt? I thought he'd be chafing at the bit to open presents." Bounding into the room, Randy said, "C'mon, guys. Forget about breakfast. Let's open presents first." Lance and Geoff took up their traditional places, cross-legged on the floor. Geoff was wearing last year's gift from Anita--red silk pajamas. Anita was wearing a peignoir she got from Geoff last year. The boys were wearing only their underpants--something Geoff began allowing the year Randy graduated to boxers. That Christmas, the boys convinced their parents it was because they liked to try on the clothes they got, to see if they fit. Any other time, they were required to wear a robe or something but even those rules weren't being strictly enforced. Anita sat in the chair next to the tree as Randy passed out the presents. They were fairly evenly divided this year so they went in rotation with Anita going first, then Randy, Lance and Geoff. Based solely on his own curiosity, Randy selected and distributed the present he wanted each one to open. When his dad was busy opening his third present, Randy got Lance's attention. Blocking his right hand from his mom's view, Randy held up his thumb and forefinger with about a five and a half inch spread between his fingertips. Then he put his thumb and middle finger tips together to form a large O. Lance gave him a quizzical look, so Randy jerked his head in his father's direction and went through the motions again. They both smirked. Lance silently mouthed the word, `shower?' Randy smiled impishly. "Randy!" Anita said. "What?" Randy asked annoyed. "I said ... hand me my next present." "Oh! Yeah ... sorry ... I guess I zoned out for a second." Then he looked at his dad guiltily. Geoff smiled and said, "It happens at your age." "Really?" Randy asked, expecting to be admonished but handed his mom her present, nonetheless. "It's some kind of hormonal imbalance, I think." Geoff smirked at Lance and made a quick jack-off motion while Anita was distracted opening her present. Both boys' eyes widened at their dad's apparent understanding of what young horn toads go through when their testosterone levels spiked. When Randy handed Lance his present, he said, "Only one more after this one." Then, when he handed Geoff his, he said, "Hey! You got two left! The rest of us only got one." Geoff cringed at his son's piss-poor grammar but said, "Maybe you made a mistake and forgot to pass me one when it was my turn." Geoff suggested. "Nuh uh," Randy whined. "Well," Geoff said, not opening his present, "maybe we should each count our presents and ..." "No, that's okay. I forgot. They're not always even," Randy said eager to get to his own last present. "You sure?" Geoff asked, "Lance, how many do you have?" Realizing this was a new delay tactic to annoy Randy, Lance said, "I don't know, let me see." "That's okay. Here mom. Here's your last one. Lance, here's yours." They each held them, unopened, until Geoff opened his smallest gift--the card, actually. "Oh my god!" Geoff shouted excitedly. "A gift certificate to Fitness Witness!" "The gym?" Lance asked in surprise. "A what?" Anita asked. Geoff looked at her like she should have known what the gift was because she bought it--which he knew she didn't. After she shrugged her shoulders, Geoff looked back and forth between the two boys, who looked at him clueless. "You guys! You're the best sons a man could ever have! Right, Anita?" "Uh, yeah," Anita said confused. Geoff raised up on his knees and hugged first Lance and then Randy. "Thanks guys. I've been thinking about joining for a long time." Then, as if it were an afterthought, he said, "But I'm gonna pay you back. This is too expensive to come out of your allowance." "Uh ... gee Dad ..." Randy said. "Uh ... thanks but uh ... you don't have to. I mean ... it's our gift to you." "Nonsense. It's the gift that counts. You thought of the perfect gift--even if you guys can't afford it. I'll tell you what," Geoff said, looking over the certificate carefully--like he'd never seen it before--"I'll pay you back the difference between a single membership and this family rate. How about that?" "Uh, okay, Dad," Lance said before Randy could say no.. `If he finds out later that it's not from us ...we'll ... we'll ... be grounded ... and have to pay the money back. But until then ... go with the flow.' "It's a family membership?" Anita shouted excitedly while Lance was lost in thought. "What's your other present?" Randy asked, suddenly more curious about that one than his own last gift. "You guys each have another one. Then I'll open this one," Geoff said. Randy, as usual, saved what he perceived to be his best gift for last. He knew, from the shape and size, it was probably a GameBoy but he didn't know which one, so there was still the element of surprise. He was pretty sure Lance had told his folks which one he wanted. "Oh, wow! Dukes of Hazard!" "Yeah," Geoff said, "I guess the idea is to save Daisy Duke from someone ... or something." "Yeah, I know. Go ahead, open your presents," Randy said excitedly. Then, more contritely he said, "Thanks for the game. It's a great gift. Really!" Anita and Lance also opened their presents quickly, then anxiously waited to see what Geoff's last present was. "A Polaroid Camera! Wow! This is perfect. I've heard Fitness Witness recommends you keep a pictorial history of your workout results. You know, take a picture once a month. It encourages you to keep going to the gym when you can actually see some positive results." "That makes sense," Anita said. "Who's that from?" "I don't know," Geoff said. "Is it from you kids? It better not be. You boys can't afford this kind of stuff." Randy grabbed the gift card. "It says `from Santa.'" "Let me see," Anita said. Looking at the scrawl, she frowned. "I don't recognize the handwriting." "Maybe it's written with their left hand," Randy offered. "Well, it doesn't matter," Geoff said. "I guess if someone wants a thank you, they'll have to 'fess up." "Ohmigod!" Anita shouted, looking at the clock, "I've got to get ready for church." "We don't have to go, do we?" Randy whined. "No. You guys went last night but I've got the solo, so I have to go. I'll be singing at the eleven o'clock service and the noon service." "I hope Father George shortens the sermon or you'll be there all afternoon," Lance said. "He'll have to for the early service, but if I know him, he'll make up for it during the noon service," Anita said, rolling her eyes. "I'll keep that in mind for the future," Lance chuckled. "I'll choose the early service from now on." Geoff suggested to the boys that they wait until after their mother left before eating breakfast. That way, they wouldn't be eating in front of her. They agreed because they knew she couldn't sing on a full stomach. After she left, all three chipped in to finish fixing the breakfast Anita had started earlier. "I'm gonna have to pay you guys back a little at a time. I'll give the money to Lance and he can give you whatever percentage you provided, okay, Randy?" "Uh, sure, Dad. Lance won't gyp me, right bro?" "Right, Squirt." After they sat down to eat, Geoff asked kind of casually, "I wonder when I should take the first picture? You know, here at home or at the gym?" Lance and Randy looked at each other, knowing the answer. "Probably here," Randy said matter-of-factly. "No." Geoff said, deliberately baiting his sons. "I'm pretty sure their trainers will want to do it." They sat in silence for a while before Lance said, "You could take one here, just in case. That way, if THEY don't take one ... well, at least you'll have one." "And if they do take another one, so what?" Randy said glibly. "I suppose you're right," Geoff said thoughtfully. `Yes!' both boys shouted in their minds. `Sharon's gonna be so proud of us for getting a picture of Dad-- almost naked,' Lance thought. Then he said as if it didn't really matter one way or the other, "I could take it for you, Dad." "Your mom can take it." Geoff suppressed a smile as he enjoyed the thrill of fucking with their minds. Again there was a period of silence before Randy said, "You can take Mom's picture but I don't want her taking MY picture ... you know, like almost naked. So ... I'll take yours and you can take mine." "I guess you're right again," Geoff said. "That would be pretty embarrassing for a guy with a hormonal imbalance." Lance and Geoff smirked, remembering Geoff's earlier jack-off reference. "I'll clean up the dishes and we can start," Randy said eagerly. He wanted to take the pictures first but he knew he didn't want to have to explain to his mother when she got back why the dishes weren't done. "There's no rush," Geoff said, deliberately trying to push Randy's buttons. "We gotta do it before Mom gets back." "She said there'd be at least one long service." "But ... we gotta learn how to use the camera ... and ... get the lighting just right ... and ..." "Right again!" Geoff said proudly. "Boy, those hormones sure are helping with your deductive reasoning." "Yeah!" Randy agreed, having no idea what his father was talking about. `I'll ask Lance later,' he thought. `I don't know if it's helping with his "deductive" reasoning,' Lance thought, `but I know it's helping with his "deceptive" reasoning.' When the dishes were done and air-drying in the dish rack, Geoff said, "Whaddya think? In front of the tree?" "No!" Randy said a little too loud to be casual. "I mean ... uh ... how about in your bedroom?" "Why there?" Geoff asked--willing but still fucking with his boys' heads. "There's more room to ... uh ... it's just better," Randy said decisively. "He's right," Lance said, "the tree would just be a distraction when you're trying to ... evaluate your ... progress." Slapping the palm of his hand against his forehead, Geoff said, "Of course. I should know that!" "So, the bedroom?" Lance asked casually. "Sure," Geoff said, equally as casual. "I'll get the camera," Randy said, racing to the living room. When he got to the bedroom, his dad already had his pajama top off. Handing the box to his dad, he said, "I guess you should uh ... you know ... open it and ... uh, take the first picture." "No! The first one should be of Dad," Lance said. "It's his camera, after all." "Oh yeah," Randy said, quickly realizing the trap Lance was setting. Removing the camera, Geoff said, "It looks simple enough. Press this button, the front flips open and you slide the film packet in." Then he snapped it shut. A piece of cardboard spewed out with a soft `whirr.' "Looks like it works." "I'll do it," Randy said, reaching for the camera. "Uh ... Dad ... uh ... take your pajama bottoms off so I can get your legs, too." "But ... I'm not wearing ..." "That's okay, Dad," Lance said, "We've seen peckers before." Reaching in a bottom drawer, Geoff pulled out what his sons recognized as his swim trunks. "I'll go put these on." Geoff said, walking into the adjoining bathroom. Lance almost tried to stop him but Randy got his attention and shushed him before he said anything. Once Geoff was gone, Randy put the palm of his hand over the lens and pressed the button. A picture slid out and Randy tucked it, so it was out of sight, under the hand-embroidered cloth runner covering the length of the dresser. Then he walked over to the opposite corner of the room. When Geoff came out wearing his baggy swim trunks, Randy said, "Stand over there by the window. The Venetian blinds will give us a grid to measure from ... like in a police lineup." Geoff smiled. "We're not measuring my height." "Oh yeah," Randy said. "Uh ... make muscles." "No," Lance said. "Get a natural pose first." Randy talked his dad into turning first one way and then the other until he got what he thought was the best angle. "Hold still." There was a "click," a "flash" and a "whirr." With Geoff holding it, they all crowded around to watch it develop. "Ya know, Dad," Lance said, "you really don't need to work out. You've got a pretty good body for a ... a ... dad." `I know,' Geoff thought, `but I couldn't think of any other way for Sharon to get a picture of me naked.' "You could use a tan, though," Randy chided. "Do they have tanning beds at the gym?" "I don't know, son. You're the ones who checked it out, right?" "Oh, uh," Lance said, "uh, we didn't see any but it doesn't mean they don't have 'em." "Well, if they do, you'll definitely have to use it," Randy giggled. "Dad," Lance said, "Have you got a Speedo or some briefs? These," he said, touching the trunks in the picture, "cover up your thighs too much." "No Speedo," Geoff said, "but ..." "You don't have to wear anything!" Randy said, like it was a brilliant opportunity. "I mean, that way ... uh ... we can see your thighs and ... uh ... I could take a picture of your butt. You know the fitness people. They're always firming up guys butts." "That would be a little awkward, me being naked in front of my boys." "Well, you gotta get used to it," Lance said. "If we work out together at the gym, we'll all be getting naked in front of each other." "Yeah," Randy said encouragingly. "I don't know, boys. It just seems so perverted. I mean, at the gym ... in public ... that's one thing but here in the bedroom ..." Lance looked at Randy and then like they shared one brain, they simultaneously dropped their shorts. Randy had a little more trouble getting his off because he was still holding the camera. "Odd man out has to drop trou," Lance said. "You guys," Geoff said bashfully but shimmied out of his swim trunks. Then he stood with both hands cupped in front of himself. Even so, both boys got a chance to see his swinging six-inch, uncircumcised softie. "Go stand over there," Randy said, pointing at the dresser with the twin mirrors hanging on the wall behind it. "I thought ..." "I changed my mind," Randy said dismissively. Looking at Lance, Geoff raised his eyebrows at Randy's unexpectedly assertive tone. `Gotta get this done,' Randy thought, `before I get a full blown bone-on.' Feeling it starting to rise, he thought, `Oh fuck! I'm a dead man.' Directing his dad to turn slightly and then repositioning himself, Randy said, "Okay, stand still." "Click, flash, whirr." Geoff allowed Lance to hold the picture while he continued to cup his genitals. `Dad's such a sophomore,' Lance thought, `I'm glad I got Randy comfortable with nudity, so he doesn't act like Dad in public.' Then he saw Randy's cock was on the rise. `Fuck! Poor kid.' As the Polaroid picture developed, Geoff noticed his butt was perfectly visible in the mirror while his front was also well displayed --except for his strategically covered jewels. "Turn around and I'll take one of your back," Randy said. "They'll be looking for development there, too." Smiling, Geoff turned around. Again, Randy scooted around for the best angle before he said, "Drop your arms to your side. It's pulling on your back muscles." "Randy!" Geoff argued. "It's not like either of us can see anything, Dad! We're both behind you," Randy argued back. Dropping his "hidden crotch" stance, Geoff knew his junk would be visible in the reflection from the mirror and he felt his dick plump to a full-blown hard-on in seconds. "Click, flash, whirr." "Hand me my pajamas," Geoff said to Lance, turning only from the waist up. "Why?" Lance asked. "Just do it," Geoff said brusquely. Lance tossed the bottoms to him and they just barely missed his fingertips. Bending down, Geoff retrieved them and staying crouched over, he started pulling them on. As soon as Randy saw his dad was distracted, he quickly pushed the newest picture under the runner and pulled the blank one out. It was all black. "I think I did something wrong," Randy said. "What's that?" Geoff asked. "It's not developing." All three continued to watch the photo do nothing. Realizing Randy must have made the switch, Lance said, "Maybe the flash hit the mirror just right and washed everything out." "I bet you're right!" Randy said, silently thanking his brother for the quick save. "Well, we're not gonna take another one ... not just now, anyway. Let's get one of you, Lance. The Fitness Witness will want something to start from, so put your boxers on." "They'll cover my thighs too much." "Hold on," Randy said, putting the camera carefully on the dresser. Then he ran out. Geoff and Lance heard him bounding upstairs, two steps at a time. "You know, Dad, Randy's getting a boner, too. It's only natural. I mean, guys who are uncomfortable together ... get boners. If we could ... you know ... get naked and stay naked ... we'd get used to each other and ... your boner would probably go down." "But it's so ..." "I know. Uncomfortable. But Randy and I got used to it." "I don't know," Geoff groaned miserably. "It'll be easier on you at the gym if you get comfortable with it here, first." "I know your reasoning makes sense," Geoff said, "but a boner!" "I can't help it," Randy whined, bounding back into the room naked but only hearing the last half of his dad's sentence. "It just happens. I think it's those hormones you're talking about." Pulling his pajama's away from his belly just long enough for Randy to see he was telling the truth, Geoff said, "I was talkin' about MINE." Then he quickly let the waistband snap back in place. "Sweet!" Randy said, ogling his dad's ten-inch erection in that one quick moment. Then, realizing he was being too exuberant, he added, "Dad's got hormones, too." "So, Squirt," Lance chuckled, "take my picture and then I'll take yours." "You've gotta put something on," Geoff insisted. "The gym might put these up on a bulletin board or something ... as some kind of incentive." "Put these on," Randy said. Lance held his brother's tighty whities up by the waistband. "No way! How old were you when you stopped wearing briefs?" "Put 'em on," Randy ordered. Smiling, Lance stepped into them. The leg holes caught when they got about mid thigh. The waistband was stretched to its absolute maximum. "Don't worry about it if they get torn, I don't wear 'em anymore, anyway." Tugging gently, Lance was able to squeeze into them. His pubic hair curled over the top like bangs. His balls filled the pouch completely, forcing his cock up into the cotton fabric running on a curved course toward his left hip. "Get over by the dresser," Randy ordered. Again, father and brother smiled at Randy's newfound assertiveness. Randy took a picture of the front of his brother and then, one of his back. After they developed, Randy said, "Now me." Lance had to roll the underwear off his hips before he could slide them off his thighs. Randy straightened them out with a flourish and slipped them on. He was glad to see he had almost as much trouble getting them on as Lance did. When he got them where he wanted them, he said, "Ta da!" "Cover it up," Geoff ordered. The head and about two inches of his erection stuck out the top of the waistband. "Just one, please," he pleaded. "I won't show it to anyone." "You better not," Geoff warned, nodding to Lance that it was okay. When the picture developed, Geoff saw the mirror captured his son's "plumber's crack" above the waistband in the back. Randy tucked his erection to the left like Lance had done and said, "Hurry, it hurts being bent over like this." "Let's wait till it goes soft," Geoff said. Randy shot eye daggers at Lance who quickly snapped off a shot. "Oops, sorry, Dad." Lance said, like it was a mistake. "Let's get one of you naked." Randy said to Lance as he pulled the briefs off. "Damn, these things were strangling me!" Lance looked at his Dad who shrugged his shoulders. "Hold on," Lance said, stroking himself. "Let me plump this bad boy up. I wouldn't want to look like a thirteen year old." Randy made a face at him as he took the camera. "Are you sure, son?" Geoff asked worried. "Yeah, it'll be fun. It's not like anyone'll see it ... except Sharon, maybe." Geoff's erection bounced in his pajamas at the mention of Sharon. "Click, flash, whirr." "Now me," Randy said excitedly. "No, son. Not you," Geoff said sternly. "You're underage." "So? I'm not gonna ..." his mind thought, `put it on the Internet' but his mouth said, "show it to anyone." He added mentally, `... until tomorrow.' "It's kiddie porn," Geoff argued. "Lance can be in the picture with me. He's old enough ... or you, Dad." "Absolutely not! Not me!" Wrapping his arm around Randy's shoulder, Lance handed the camera to Geoff. "Yeah, brothers just goofin.' That'll be okay, Dad." "Jeeze." "What if we were nudists? They take pictures of their kids all the time." "Yeah," Lance agreed, "even younger than us and it's only kiddie porn if you ... uh ... market it ... or distribute it ... or something like that." "Okay," Geoff said against his better judgment. Then, "Click, flash, whirr." "Awesome, Dad!" Randy said. "Now you and me." "No." "Well, you and Lance, then. You're both adults." "No, that's just too ..." "Hey! I know!" Randy shouted gleefully. "We'll have Sharon take one of all three of us." "No!" Lance and Geoff shouted. "Tommy?" Randy asked quietly, like an inadequate second choice. "No," Geoff said. "How about ..." "No." Geoff said. "Merry Christmas," Randy said sullenly. Then realizing his mistake, he brightened and said, "Just kidding. You're the most awesome Dad in the whole wide world. And you're the best brother ever!" Then he hugged them both--making sure their groins didn't touch. "Get dressed, boys, your mom will be here any minute." "Dad, it's only noon. The long sermon hasn't even begun, remember?" "Even so..." Enjoying the newfound freedom of being naked, Lance said, "Dad, it's for the gym. If you get used to seeing guys naked all the time, then your ... hormones calm down and so does ... your boner reflex. Trust me. It works in gym class." "But what if ..." "Keep your PJs close by," Lance interrupted, accurately anticipating his dad's next protest. Against his will, Geoff stripped down. It felt strange to sit in his easy chair and have the fabric waffle his butt and back. It felt unusual to have his junk swing and sway when he went to the kitchen for coffee. It amazed him that he really DID lose his hard-on while being naked in front of his sons. But most of all, it felt perverted to secretly enjoy watching his sons as they walked around so casually--as if nudity were natural. `Oh, uh, I guess it is,' Geoff silently chided himself. `Damn,' Lance thought, `I never thought he'd do it but Dad's streakin'! In the house, at least. I'm glad. He needs to loosen up a little. It's a whole new world out there, now. Not like those Puritan shackles he grew up with.' `Damn! Dad's a stallion,' Randy thought. `His meat's as long as my forearm--when he's hard. And what's up with all that extra skin? At first I thought he was diseased or something ... but Lance didn't seem to be surprised when he saw it. I'll have to ask bro about it later. Damn, he's big! I'd like to see Sharon try and suck THAT cock!' `Damn!' Geoff thought, `I've got a couple of fine looking sons. Any girl would be glad to get either one of them. They've got healthy bodies, healthy minds ... about nudity anyway ... and I know they've got my best interest at heart.' At one point, they were all in the kitchen at the same time. All three were sporting boners, again. "Thinking about Sharon?" Geoff asked Lance. "Yeah and you?" Lance asked, with a sideways acknowledgement of his dad's boner but implying `about Mom.' "Yeah, me too," Geoff said. Then, realizing how that sounded, he quickly added, "I mean, your mom, not Sharon! What about you, Squirt? Who you thinkin' about?" "Must be those hormones," Randy said, not wanting to reveal what he'd really been thinking. "Yeah," Lance said. "Squirt's a walking hormone hotel." "I'm going to go get dressed, now." Geoff said. "You boys go to your room if you feel a need to stay naked." "No, we'll get dressed, too," Lance said. Randy trudged upstairs behind Lance. When they were out of earshot of their dad, Randy whispered, "Call Sharon and tell her I gotta cum." "You know what she'll say." "Tell her to come over." Then with more urgency in his tone Randy said, "I'm gonna explode. It's been almost 48 hours! Tell her we'll show her a picture of Dad's hard-on if she'll blow us." "You didn't get one ..." Randy reached under his pillow and pulled out Sharon's panties. Wrapped inside was the picture he'd swapped for the bad one. Their dad's dick was like a huge obelisk reflected in the mirror. "Dude! Awesome!" "Hurry. Before Mom gets home." "She'll be here any minute," Lance argued. "Do it," Randy said, squeezing his balls. "I'm gonna squirt if you don't. Tell her that! Tell her I can't hold back and she'll lose all of it to a washcloth if she doesn't come over." "Randy, calm down." "It's the hormones, Lance. No joke. I'm like a volcano about to blow." He grimaced from trying to stem the flow of an impending orgasm. "Go take a cold shower," Lance said urgently. "It'll help until she gets here. Trust me, it works." "Tell her to hurry," Randy pleaded as he raced to the bathroom. To be continued. I'm looking for a literary agent, publisher or anyone who can help me get my more "mainstream" gay erotica published. I've been published in several print magazines such as FirstHand, Mandate, Men, and Playguy. Now I'd like to publish an anthology. Can anyone out there offer any suggestions? If you like this story and would like to comment, email me at: jockhunger@yahoo.com Please put Sharin in the subject line so I'll know it's not spam. Thanks. 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