Date: Fri, 25 Jun 2010 11:47:22 -0500 From: R.J. Josh Maxwell Subject: Milk pt 8 In some ways, I think all of this affected Dad even more than Margie, though he showed it less. He was actually was a good anthropologist, and he thought like one. But I know it had to be difficult for him to be dispassionate about his own family, and his own son. The very next night after the "big discussion", Lizzie threw a blanket over me on the couch and crawled in with me. I had seen Ellie talking to her earlier, and I figured Ellie was up to something. Mom leaned back in her chair and watched from the corner of her eye. She knew her daughters. Lizzie was in her nightshirt and panties. She pushed her panties down and backed her butt into my lap. Ethan had fucked Lizzie, just that afternoon. I know. I watched and then I found Ellie and fucked her. I think Ellie wanted Lizzie to fuck with me that evening on the couch, just to see if we'd get away with it. I was all for it, actually. Because Mom was in the room. It felt perverse, to try to turn on my own stepmom, but also electrifying; and exciting because if we got away with fucking on the couch in the same room with Mom, we could pretty much get away with anything. I pushed my shorts and boxers down and rubbed my dickhead between the backs of Ellie's legs and onto her little labia until I made precum and I could ease my dick in. We started fucking, right there on the couch under the blanket. Dad came to the door from the hallway. Ellie was beside him, and I had the impression that she had gotten him to come into the living room on some pretext to see his reaction. He didn't react much, though, not that I dared look in his direction. I kept fucking Lizzie, spoon-style. When Ellie didn't get enough of the reaction she wanted from Dad, she strode up to the couch and jerked the blanket off of Lizzie and me, running away with it. "Ellie," Mom called out sharply. I froze. Lizzie didn't, though. She kept bumping back. I glanced at Dad. His face was flushed and his nostrils dilated. On impulse, I restarted my hips pumping into Lizzie and pulling back far enough each time for Dad to see my dick going in and out. Getting Dad to watch was perverse, too, but in a different way. It was like, hey look, Dad, at what I can do... with a girl. And if we got away with this in front of him, we really could get away with anything. Dad's eyes moved up my body and met my eyes for a long moment as I kept pumping Lizzie. In that moment, I saw confusing emotions in Dad. His eyes were excited like he wanted to jump in, too, but sad at the same time. I was sad that I made him sad; but, maybe because I had sexed so much with Ethan, maybe because we grew so close going through my parents divorce, I liked the way he was watching me. Ellie broke the spell by tossing the blanket back over Lizzie and me. By then, Ethan had Anna under a blanket on the floor and they were taking their clothes off. Ellie got another blanket and pulled Jon under it. Ben got under it, too. Dad and Mom watched all that, and then Dad came farther into the room with an obvious erection in his pants. He grabbed Margie's hand, and they left. I heard his study door close, and I really, really thought about going to spy on them. But we didn't; I was too far into fucking with Lizzie. We didn't try the same thing the next night. We had all fucked during the day, and Ethan, Anna, and I thought it might be pushing it. Dad barely spoke to me, but I didn't have the sense that he was mad. The following Saturday, Margie took all the kids to her mom's house. I didn't want to go, so I stayed home. I was going to go to one of my friend's houses, but when Dad asked me to help him plant two trees in the back yard, I agreed to help. We borrowed a pickup from a neighbor, and I went with him to the nursery to buy the trees, and then helped unload them when we got home. We stripped off our shirts, and Dad got out the shovels. Dad kept himself in shape, and he was only in his late thirties. He was a nice looking guy. I was proud of how my dad looked, and I watched him while we worked. We sweated and the sweat gleamed in the sun on his lean torso. From time to time, we paused, and Dad laid his hand on my back or my shoulders. He seemed happy. His sweat smelled good. When we finished, Dad had me fetch the hose to water in the trees. I brought the hose with the water running, and I couldn't resist. I squirted him. With an indignant how, Dad grabbed for the hose. We wrestled and wound up on the ground with me lying under him and the hose squirting between our bellies. We struggled, and Dad grew hard. I felt it and pressed my pelvis up against him, on purpose. Dad pulled the hose from between us, and suddenly, his mouth covered mine, hungrily. His hands held the side of my face and he kissed me hard. But abruptly, he stopped. He pushed himself up on his hands. His head was down and his eyes were closed as if in pain. "Don't stop, Dad," I told him quietly. "Don't stop." His eyes opened, and he smiled at me sadly. His eyes traveled over my face and his smile softened. "Your mom was beautiful when she was young," he said, brushing my hair back. "You have her lips, her eyes, her nose." He stroked my hair. "When we were going through all that shit, back when we had to leave the old house, you and me... you were my anchor, David. I stayed sane because every night when I came home, you were waiting for me." He was holding himself up over me on one hand. Our erections pressed between our pelvises. I closed my hand around his firm bicep. "Do you remember," he asked, "two weeks ago, you offered to do with me what you do with Ethan?" I nodded. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about that," Dad said. He bit his lip, studying my face. "Are you still willing?" "Yeah," I said, returning his gaze, hopefully. Dad didn't say anything. He didn't move. So I did. I wrapped my legs around him. When I did that, Dad lowered himself onto his elbows over me, nose to nose. His belly on my belly was firm. I wrapped my arms behind his back. He had a hard back. "I've never had sex with a boy," he murmured doubtfully. I took his face in my hands and pulled my Dad's mouth down to mine. He let me. He kissed me, stiffly at first. But I opened my mouth to him, and the kiss warmed. It grew hot. He broke for a breath. "We probably won't ever do this again," he warned me. I pulled his mouth back down to mine. I ran my hands admiringly over his shoulders. He wasn't like an athlete or anything, but he had strong, boney shoulders. Dad picked me up and carried me to the porch where we had a couple of lounge chairs. He laid one flat and laid me down on it. He pulled away my shorts, and then he just stood at my feet, looking down at me. His eyes drifted up my body to my eyes. "I can understand why men in some cultures prefer boys," he said. "Fourteen is a beautiful age." He kicked out of his shoes and dropped his shorts. He wore briefs. They were wet and the thick tube of his erection angled off to the side. Damn, he looked hot! Dad pushed his briefs down and stepped out of them and out of the shorts which were around his ankles. His dick looked huge compared to mine and Ethan's. It sprang out rigid and thick... turgid is the word, I believe. Dad knelt beside the lounge chair and ran his hand over my belly. He looked my body over, then shook his head. "I can't do it," he said, getting up and sitting at the foot of the chair. His thick dick pointed up from his lap. I got up and straddled his lap, facing him so that my dick pointed up with his. I wrapped my hand around the two of them. Dad had a light scattering of hair on his chest. His nipples were small and pointed. His skin was tan and warm. Dad smiled. "That's how the Greeks used to do things," he said. "The boy would sit in his older lover's lap, like you are sitting in mine, only he would sit with his lover's erection up his... his bottom." "Your dick is sorta big," I murmured. "We need to make it slick." Dad swallowed. "Greek boys used to carry small vials of oil around their necks." I didn't want to inside for oil or anything else. "Ethan and I have used spit," I told him. "We can try it." Before he could say anything, I scooted back, dropping to my knees on the floor. I pushed his legs apart and bent over between them. The water from the hose had mixed with sweat from that morning. The smell between Dad's legs was clean but rich. I pointed his dick at me, and the long shaft had a slightly flattened shape like the body of a snake. He was uncircumcised like me. I skinned his dick back, and his glans were wet. My mouth opened on its own. I covered the end of his dick with my mouth and closed my eyes in satisfaction. His precum wasn't bitter; just a little salty. His dickhead was as big as the end of a small ice cream cone. His scent and taste were slightly acrid and it made my mouth water. I let my saliva run down his shaft. Even so, and even after all the times I'd had Ethan's dick up my butt, I wasn't sure Dad's would fit. Dad moaned and straightened his legs past my sides, scooting his butt forward. I lifted my head long enough to spit in my hand and rub the spit in my butt while I slobbered his dick some more. Then, with my drool coating his crown and shaft, I climbed onto the lounge chair. I knelt astride his lap, my dick pressed up against his chest. Reaching under my butt, I grabbed the base of his dick. I sat down onto it, working his large, blunt glans into my crack. I felt the wet at my hole, and tried to sit. When the crown popped in, I gasped and froze. It was like fire. I clutched his shoulders and waited. The fire started to subside. I sat lower, slowly. A full feeling traveled up my butt. I made it all the way down, and then just sat there, clutching his shoulders while my breath came ragged and my mouth hung open. It started to feel better. I straightened my legs behind Dad's butt, lowering my butt into his lap as low as I could. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed the side of my face against Dad's. He always smelled so good. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close to him; bare stomachs and chests. My dick lay up his belly, mostly hard. I rocked my hips forward and back, and my dick rubbed up his skin. Dad's breath caught at my movements, and he grabbed me by the sides of my waist. I rocked my hips. I rubbed my dick on his belly, and that moved his dick inside me. Dad moaned softly. He kissed the inside of my neck. He held the sides of my waist as I rocked in his lap. "No wonder," he whispered, "men go gay over boys." When I began to rock more forcefully, Dad grabbed me up by the butt and rolled me onto my back on the lounge chair, rolling with me, keeping his dick planted up my butt. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He settled on top of me, and I wrapped my arms over the backs of his lean shoulders. His hips pumped forcefully, and the smooth skin of his firm belly pressed the underside of my cock. His hips moved between my thighs, and I clung tightly his bigger, stronger body. It was different from when Ethan's lean weight was on top of me. With Ethan, we fucked each other in like a partnership. With Dad, he was in charge, and his body and movements gave me unexpected pleasure. I came before he did, squirting sperm between our bellies, my sphincter clutching at the large intruder up my butt. I thought I'd pass out. Dad came with desperate grunting noises, and his juices made me slippery inside. His hips stopped. He lifted his head and kissed my lips gently, and then smiled sadly down at me. "Have I ruined you for life?" he asked softly. I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him. As he got off me, I began to feel odd about it. I mean, I felt okay about it. I certainly liked it. But as we sat for a moment, side by side on the edge of the lounge chair, things between me and Dad were different; instantly different. It was as if he sensed my uncertainty. He wrapped his arm behind my shoulders, and I laid my head over onto his shoulder. He laid his cheek on the top of my head and I wrapped an arm behind his back. We sat there until I knew things were still okay between us; things were okay. That night, I lay on my stomach for Ethan, and when he was done, I asked him to stay on top of me, and inside me. I wanted him there, covering me with his familiar body and warmth, and with the comfortable smell of his breath on the side of my face. No matter what happened during the day or how uncertain my life might seem, it was always right with Ethan at night. Jason's family belonged to a local country club with a large pool. Ethan had gone swimming there with him. It wasn't long after Margie and Dad found out all the things we were up to that our family joined the same country club. I guessed at the time that Dad and Margie wanted to get us out of the house and over to the pool so we'd do something besides have sex together all day. Actually, it wasn't a bad idea. Kids love swimming pools. The first time we went, Mom and Dad took us. We sorta hung together because we didn't know anybody. And, too, when we were out as a family, we tended to hang together anyway. It's surprising how negatively people sometimes react to large families. We didn't stay very long. But us kids went on our own the next day. We walked to the country club. Part of the way was down an alley which the twins delightedly explored, bouncing from one side of the alley to the other like identical ping pong balls. Because Lizzie walked holding Ethan's hand, Ellie felt like she should hold mine. However, once we got to the pool, Ellie and Anna split. They found a couple of their friends there. Jason was there as well, and he and Ethan headed for the deep end. That left me to watch Ben, Jon, and Lizzie. I wasn't particularly happy about it. But I wasn't necessarily unhappy. I didn't really have a lot of friends. I got weirded out when Mom and Dad were going through their breakup and divorce, and I didn't really want friends. I became sort of a quiet guy. I guess divorces affect guys in different ways. The twins and Lizzie were happy enough to have me around. I was great to climb up on in a swimming pool. Even a couple of little kids I didn't know climbed onto me. But even a fourteen-year-old can get tired, and I left my youngest siblings on the steps at the shallow end, close to the kiddy pool and under the watchful eyes of the life guards. I found Ethan and Jason leaning back against the side of the pool. I joined them, leaning back against the pool wall beside Ethan. It took all of one minute to realize what they were up to. They were "boy watching", particularly three older teen boys who were diving acrobatically off the one meter board. "Jason likes Michael; I like Taylor," Ethan told me. "Which one's Michael? Which one's Taylor?" I asked. I was always really dumb about any kids older than my class. I figured Ethan knew them because Jason had told him their names. "Taylor's the tall one with the black hair," Ethan said. "Michael's the blond one." "With the great butt," Jason added. I looked around in case anyone could overhear. Them talking about boy's butts was embarrassing. "Oh, good one," Ethan said approvingly when the third guy did a one and a half. "I should have brought my goggles," Jason said. "Sometimes their swimsuits slip down when they dive." He grinned at me. "Jason's done that on purpose," Ethan told me. "He untied his drawstring and let his suit come off because a guy he likes was watching." "Oh, look!" Jason said. "Donnie is getting up." He was looking in the direction of a life guard who had climbed down from his stand. The guy was muscular. "He's my real favorite," Jason said dreamily. I grabbed Ethan's hand and pulled him to one side. "This isn't cool, dude," I told him. "I mean, it's just not right. Dude, look at all the girls around here! Why aren't you scoping them out?" "I look at girls, too," Ethan said defensively. "But why not look at guys?" "Because," I said uncomfortably, "it's... it's really gay!" Ethan frowned at me. "And like you and me aren't ever gay." "That's different," I protested. "It's still gay." I frowned unhappily. "Don't talk like that." "Why not?" "Because we're not gay. We're like, bi." Ethan shrugged and turned back for Jason. "Whatever!" he murmured. I wasn't happy. He and I weren't gay. It was different than gay, I told myself. I loved Ethan... he was my brother. Unhappily, I drifted back to the steps at the shallow end. I didn't want to be around Jason and Ethan if they were going to be mooning over boys; especially if they could be overheard. Lizzie had found a little girl her age to play with, but the twins were all to happy to crawl all over me again. I let them, and I looked at girls; there were a lot of girls... in bikini bottoms that swayed intoxicatingly, with young breasts that filled bikini tops, and with red lips that occasionally smiled in my direction. On some of the younger ones, I could see their slits and pussy lips through the fabric of their swimsuits. I looked at the younger girls as much or more than older girls. After all, I had been having sex with younger girls. Jon and Ben gave up on jumping on me began chasing each other around in slow motion because of the water. Lizzie and her friend came to play beside me. Suddenly, three boys burst from the men's changing room. Two were younger than me. The oldest appeared to be my age or Ethan's; fourteen or thirteen. He had dark blond hair with golden highlights, and his pleasant face had fine, even features. Those caught my attention, but not as much as his body did. He had an extremely slim waist, a small rounded butt, angular shoulders, long legs and arms, golden skin, and well-filled swim briefs. In fact, it was the front of his swim briefs that grabbed my attention most firmly, almost hypnotically. I couldn't take my eyes off him. I realized that he was walking toward my end of the pool, but every time I looked away, I found my eyes drawn back to the front of his Speedos. They were black Speedos, and because he had showered, they glistened. Because they glistened, I could see the tube shape of a flaccid dick lying to one side, over a full-looking pair of balls. The other two boys liked like they could be his younger brothers. They had jumped into the water, but he continued on around to the steps at the shallow end, where I sat. He smiled at me, and surprisingly, took a seat near me. "Hi!" he said. "Hi!" I answered "I'm Tom," he said, offering his hand. "David," I told him. "You new here?" he asked. "Yeah, my parents just joined." He nodded like, yeah, thought so. "I'm here with my mom for the summer," he said. "My parents are divorced and I live with my dad the rest of the time." "My parents are divorced," I told him. "I live with my dad, but he got married a few months ago. I got a stepmom. And those twins are my stepbrothers. And that's my stepsister," I said, pointing to Lizzie. "And that's my stepsister," pointing at Ellie, "and that's my stepsister," pointing at Anna, "and that's my stepbrother," I said, pointing to Ethan. "The one with red hair? They all have red hair?" "Yep." "Cool," Tom said. He pointed at the two boys who came with him, and who were now splashing one another. "My cousins," he said. "They're here for two weeks." He glanced around the pool. "Do you know many guys here?" I shook my head. "No." "We oughta get up a game, like Marco Polo or something. We can get your brother and his friend to play, and my cousins." I glanced at Jason and Ethan. Would they embarrass me? I liked Tom. "Or we could play volleyball," Tom suggested. "They've got volleyball net over there." He had a great smile. His hair was thick. He was tan, and there were fine blond hairs on his temples and along the top edges of his eyebrows. When we stood to go over to Ethan and Jason, Tom glanced over my body the way one boy does another. My baggies tended to ride low when they were wet, and the waistband barely cleared my pubes. Tom's eyes dropped there, and to my creases. As far back as I can remember, I always had clear inguinal creases; those lines of muscle that form a V down to your pubes. Ethan liked them. Girls always seemed to like them. And Tom seemed to like them. His eyes lingered there for a moment, the way mine lingered for a moment on the front of his Speedos. The twins wanted in on Marco Polo, and I wound up playing with Jon hanging from my back. Ben hung from Ethan's back, then Jason's, then Tom's. Ellie was the only girl to play. She played volleyball with us as well. The twins wanted to play, too, of course. We talked them and Ellie up so they'd feel like they were playing well. Actually, the twins were surprisingly coordinated for five-year-olds; they usually managed to hit the ball, just in the wrong direction. The three off them mostly got in the way, but it wasn't a very competitive game anyway; and it was fun for me to have cool younger siblings. I wasn't happy, though, at the way Jason kept looking at Tom and his cousins. It was embarrassing, but Tom didn't seem to notice, and gratefully, Ethan didn't do like Jason. The seven of us kids were all in a mellow mood as we headed home from the pool for supper. The twins led the way, followed by Ethan and me. The girls walked behind us, talking about boys at the pool. When we headed into an alley where no one would see us, Ethan took my hand. "You were lookin'," he said quietly. "You were looking at boys just as much as Jason and me. You kept lookin' at Tom, a lot." I shrugged. "Some," I acknowledged. "A lot," Jason said. We walked silently, holding hands, as the twins explored the alley ahead of us. Ethan let go of my hand and slipped his arm behind my waist. I laid my arm across the backs of his shoulders, and we walked that way, hip-to-hip. "I bet he's gay," Ethan said. "Tom?" "Yeah. He kept looking at you, especially when you weren't watching. He kept lookin' at your butt and your crotch." "Seriously?" "Yeah." I shrugged. "Maybe he's like us... you know, sorta bi." Ethan shrugged. "He likes you." I liked the idea, but gave Ethan's shoulders a hug. "You're my bro," I told him. He smiled slightly, and gave the side of my waist a squeeze. Ellie ran ahead of us to get a look at a puppy in a back yard. "You don't like Jason, do you?" Ethan asked. "I don't like it when he acts gay." Ethan glanced at me. "I'm not sure I like Tom," he said. I glanced at him and he was staring right at me, defiantly. "Because I don't like Jason?" He shook his head. "No." Ethan was jealous. Somehow I knew, and that made my dick grow hard for some reason. "You're giving me a hardon," I told him. He smiled. "Seriously?" He reached across with his free hand and laid his palm over my crotch. His grin widened and he leaned close to my ear. "Me, too." Mom and Dad took us out for supper that evening and we got back late. "Jon and me wanna sleepover... with David and Ethan," Ben announced as the family came back into the house. I frowned and glanced at Ethan. We never let anyone sleep with us, but we'd been with the twins all afternoon, and they were fun little brothers. They'd had fun, too, and I think they felt like we had all been great buddies. "Please," Jon said, grabbing Mom's hand. "We never slept over with anybody." Ethan glanced at me and I could tell he'd been horny for tonight like I had. "That's up to your brothers," Mom said. Dad looked at me suspiciously, like I wanted to sex with the twins. The twins looked at Ethan and me, pleadingly. Ethan shrugged like, yeah, I guess, and the twins hooted happily. Mom smiled. "Why don't you take some sodas up to your room? You can play board games and watch TV up there. Make it a sleepover." Ben, with Jon on his heels, hollered and ran for the stairs. "I get to, too," Ellie announced and started to follow them. "Ellie," Mom called. "It's just the boys." Ellie pouted. Surprisingly, she even looked like she might cry. "Sometime, we'll invite the girls," I told her. "Tomorrow night," she said. "We'll see," Mom told her, but I don't think Ellie heard. Ellie was already making plans. Ethan and I grabbed sodas and went up to our room. The twins bounced up off the floor to grab their sodas, and Ben closed and locked the door. "Let's get naked!" he yelled. "Yea!" Jon cried out. The two of them began pulling their clothes off. Ethan and I undressed as well. Both our dicks grew heavier as we looked at one another's body and wished we could fuck. The twins noticed, and as Ethan and I took seats next to one another on the floor to watch TV, the twins' eyes were on our cocks. Jon dropped to his knees next to me and reached into my lap to lift my dick. He pulled my foreskin back. The twins had been fascinated by my foreskin before. My dick really started to thicken with him holding it. Not to be left out, Ben dropped to his knees on the other side of Ethan. Ben already had a stiffy of his own, and he reached into Ethan's lap. The twins flopped our dicks around as Ethan and I grew hard. "You guys know how to jack off?" Ethan asked. "What's that?" Ben asked. I know it sounds funny that the twins wouldn't know about masturbation after having had sex with their sisters and sucking each other's stiffy. They'd certainly stroked and seen us stroking as we got ready for sex or changed positions, but I don't think we ever called it anything. "It's when you play with your stiffy or another guy's stiffy," Ethan told him. "It's called masturbation," I said. "Watch," Ethan told them. He replaced Ben's hand on his erection with his own, and he stroked it up and down. "You do this until you come. You can spit in your hand if you want to make it slick, or you can use lotion." He pulled his hand away. "You do it, Ben." Ben immediately grabbed Ethan's cock and tried to stroke it the way Ethan had. Jon tried to do the same with mine. We made minor corrections to their technique, and soon, they were doing pretty well. Ethan and I lay back against the foot of his bed to enjoy it. But then Ben pointed Ethan's cock over at Jon while he pumped, and he made gushing noises with his mouth, as if squirting Ethan's cock at his twin brother. Jon laughed and pointed my dick hard over at Ben, making gushing noises back. "Crap, Jon!" I murmured, twisting my hips with it. "It doesn't bend that way." My protest didn't slow either of the twins. They were having a gusher fight, as if Ethan and I were squirting endless cum. "Hey! Hey! I know," Ethan said. "We'll have a sperm fight. Here..." he scooted around on his butt to face me. I got the idea, and scooted to face him. Ethan put his legs over mine and we scooted our crotches together so that our dicks and balls were against each other. "Okay," Ethan said. He leaned back on his elbows and patted his belly. "Sit here, Ben, and jack me off to squirt David and Jon, and Jon can sit on David and jack David off to squirt at us. First to squirt, wins." Instantly, Ben was in Ethan's lap, grabbing Ethan's dick up between his legs and rubbing Ethan's crown on my crown. I leaned back on my elbows and Jon climbed onto my lap and grabbed my dick as if grabbing a saddle horn to climb on a saddle. Both he and Ben had stiffies of their own by then, but they started sword fighting with Ethan's boner and mine. "Whoa, dudes!" Ethan said. "You're supposed to jack us off, not beat our dicks together." With a happy laugh, Ben aimed Ethan's dick at Jon's belly and started stroking hard. "Easy, Benjamin!" Ethan cried with a wince. "Not so hard." Jon grabbed my dick in both hands -- his hands were smaller than mine. He held my shaft in both hands and pumped it like he was shaking up a soda bottle. "Ayee!" I cried. "Not so hard!" Seeing what Jon was doing, Ben grabbed Ethan's dick with both hands, too, and started pumping the same way. For a moment, the twins sat in our laps, pumping with both hands and aiming our dicks at each other, expectantly. When Ethan and I didn't shoot right away, Ben pulled Ethan's erection up hard between his legs and rubbed the underside of his own stiffy on the top of Ethan's. Jon tried the same with mine. "Get lotion," Ethan told them. "We've got lotion in the bathroom." Ben jumped up and dashed to the bathroom. He returned instantly with the squirt bottle and straddled back on Ethan's lap. "Get it all over our dicks," Ethan told them. The twins pumped lotion and spread it liberally over Ethan's dick and mine, and their own stiffies. They pulled our dicks up and rubbed their own on them. They rubbed our dicks against each other. They stroked up and down our dicks with both hands while rubbing their bottoms around in our laps. I lay back. Ethan's legs were along my sides and his feet were pretty much under my armpits. Laying on my back, I felt over his legs. He always had great legs. Ethan lay back and felt mine. It was sort of a crazy sensation, Ethan caressing my legs and feet, and me caressing his, while the twins were like a double five-year-old storm on our laps, jacking us enthusiastically. As horny as we were, it didn't take much of that before I felt my balls tightening up. I sat up partway. "Do this," I told Jon, "and be ready for me to squirt. Rub lotion around on my dickhead." I showed him. He did it with one hand, aiming my dick at Ben with the other. Ben did the same to with Ethan's dick. Ethan started squirting first, but he was always more of a dribbler. Ben howled when the come ran down onto his hands rather than squirt across at Jon. Right then, I started firing, and Jon pointed it at Ben. I was always a bit of a squirter, and my cum hit Ben in the belly and chest. Ben howled. Jon aimed the next shot higher and hit Ben in the face. Ben really howled them. Somehow, Ethan and I managed to finish getting our rocks off while two five-year-olds fought in our laps and spread cum on each other. "Next time, I get David," Ben complained when we were done. "He squirts better." Jon slept in my bed with me that night and Ben slept with Ethan. I woke on my side at one point to find Jon sleeping with his head against my chest and his hand holding my cock. I didn't know if he had grabbed it in his sleep, or had been playing with it and fell back asleep. Funny thing was, it didn't seem strange at all. It was intimate, almost like he was holding my hand in my sleep. It wasn't my hand, of course, and my dick started to thicken. But I ignored it, wrapped my arm around his back and hugged him to me, and fell back asleep. I woke in the morning when Ethan got up to take a piss. He had morning wood. I followed him in with wood of my own. I was too hard to piss, and Ethan was standing like, right there, naked over the toilet. I came up behind him and rubbed my dick up his butt crack. "I do you next," he said. "We didn't get to do anything together last night, and I'm still horny." "Yeah," I agreed. I dashed back into the room for the lotion. Jon lifted his head, sleepily. I grabbed up the bottle and made it back into the bathroom just as Ethan was finishing his piss. I quickly used the lotion to lube my dick. I rubbed lotion into Ethan's crack and the fleshy globes of his white butt spread for my hand. Then I got behind him, and with him leaning onto his hands on the wall behind the toilet, I eased my slick dick up his butt. It always felt so good; that first slide in when Ethan's tight ring smoothed back my skin. With his butt flat in my lap, I grabbed his hips and ground in, flattening his butt even more. I wrapped my arms under his belly and chest and hugged him. I mouthed behind his neck, comfortably. There wasn't anything like hugging on to the back of Ethan, his butt snug in my lap. Ethan murmured quietly. I had begun thrusting contentedly when Jon ran in and started pissing into the toilet. It was only after his piss stream was going that he noticed Ethan's boner and looked up at us. His mouth dropped. "Are you fucking Ethan?" he asked me quietly. "Um-hmm," I told him. A moment later, Ben came into the bathroom. He looked us over and then came up alongside Jon to piss into the toilet just as Jon was finishing. "Are you rubbing your dick on Ethan's butt?" Ben asked, peering hard at where my loins flattened Ethan's bottom. "No. My dick is inside him," I said. "It's up my butt," Ethan told him. "Oh," Ben said, his eyes going wider. The twins finished pissing and stepped close on either side to try to see between my lap and Ethan's bottom. I pulled out so they could see that my dick actually was inside Ethan. They squatted down, looking up. Then looked from behind. They leaned so close from the sides I could have squeezed their noses against Ethan's butt by slamming my hips forward. But then, I forgot about them, and hugging Ethan, I pumped until I came; moaning and hugging his belly tightly, jamming my cock up as far as I could to squirt. For a moment, we stayed joined as I caught my breath. The twins watched closely as I pulled out, and then as Ethan and I traded positions. Ethan lubed up and eased in. I needed to piss bad enough by then, that I started dribbling into the toilet. It's almost impossible for me to piss with a dick up my butt, though, it took awhile and piss splashed all around in the toilet. Ben and Jon laughed as it tried to get it in. They watched with interest as Ethan slid his cock out from inside me. A hard stiffy arched up from between each of their legs. "You guys wanna try it on each other?" Ethan asked. "You can do it doggy style." "What's doggie style?" Ben asked. "Get down on your hands and knees, and we'll show you," Ethan told him. Ben got down and we knelt Jon behind him. When Ethan rubbed lotion on Jon's stiffy, his little body shook. I lotioned Ben's bottom, and with a lubed finger, I helped him relax and open, and then we plugged Jon in. It was funny at first. At thirteen and fourteen, watching two five-year-olds cornhole can be hilarious. But then it grew oddly stimulating to watch. A five-year-old's body can be proportionally similar to a youth, and Jon and Ben seemed to like what they were doing. They traded out, and traded back. It was stimulating to watch, but I was also getting hungry. "Let's go down for breakfast," I told Ethan. "Aw!" Ben protested. He was the fucker at the moment. "Let's masturbate 'em," Ethan suggested. "Let's bring 'em off, and then we can all go down." So that's what we did. We set the twins side by side on the bathroom floor, and using lotion, thumb, and fingers, we brought both of them to dry orgasms. Jon was hugging onto my arm when he came, and when he was done, he looked up at me with glazed happy eyes; and I had to smile. Oh, and Ellie did sleep with us the following night; she, Ethan, and me, all on my bed. It was the first time I had my butt fucked while fucking a girl. The funny thing with Ellie was that Jason and I sexed more together when we were with her than we did with the other girls. There were times when Ellie was almost more of a brother, in spirit. +++ Be sure to let me know if you like the story. btomandback@hotmail.com