Date: Tue, 28 Oct 2003 09:54:43 -0800
From: Bert Carley <bertcarley@goldrush.com>
Subject: Stud Duke - Chapter 3

After I rousted Max, Kyle and Timmy from bed-land that first morning; Timmy
was the first to appear all showered coming down the hallway. As agreed, he
was nude, ran up to me, threw his arms around my waist and put his face to
my chest inhaling and said, "Mmmm! Good morning Daddy Duke - I love you,
Max and Kyle so much! When I woke up in their bed last night, Max and Kyle
were so kind and gentle with me. First we kissed and hugged. They are both
great kissers, especially Kyle. Max is more like you and Rock, kind of, you
know, rough and stuff that really made Kyle and me perform for him. Kyle is
like me, gentle and sweet when he made love with Max and me. Max said he
was his pussycat and I was his pussy-kitten. He had Kyle 69 with me as he
stood over us on the bed looking down, jacking off watching giving us
orders what he wanted us to do to him with our hands and feet. Max poked us
both and he sure did make us squeal and moan we got so excited. He did
wonderful things to me with his big fat pickle and I juiced three times
into Kyle's mouth before he climbed on Kyle and got him to juice twice for
me. Oh Duke, they are so wonderful. Max is a big hairy wild teddy bear and
Kyle is so smooth and gentle. Then we all went to sleep. Oh Daddy Duke, I
am so happy here already. I am so lucky you stopped for me yesterday.  I
love you three so very much!"

When Max and Kyle appeared they both had big smiles on their faces, went
right to Timmy and started fondling him as I slyly said, "Pussy-kitten here
told me that Grandpa Max really turned Pussy-cat and him on this
morning. He said Max did wonderful things to him that made him juice three
times for Pussy-cat."  They both blushed, then Kyle quickly added, "Yes,
and our boy here has the sweetest juice you ever did want to taste too,
just like drinking sweet sugar water." Max added, "Yes indeed, we have
ourselves one hot little pussy-kitten here Daddy Duke. Grandpa Max and
Uncle Kyle are going to be tapping that sweet fountain of youth often. He
gave us both a new lease on life, put some real spark back into our
lovemaking!" He leaned over, gave Kyle a big hug, a kiss and pulled Timmy
to them to join in a three-way kiss. I walked over to the three of them and
handed them each a glass of orange juice and said, "Well, just look at us
now, all members of the Anita Bryant Fan Club posing for our first orange
juice commercial."  We broke out laughing, but Timmy had no idea what the
meaning was behind my joke until I explained it all to him later.

After our 11:00am brunch we sat around the table, discussed Timmy's future,
some of the obstacles we might have to deal with. We all agreed, no matter
what happened, we were not going to turn Timmy over to authorities, we
would just face any obstacles, one at a time as they surfaced, until we had
things worked out and under control. We also agreed that we would try to
locate Timmy's brother Terry who most likely was living somewhere here in
San Francisco. Max pointed out that if we called Fresno when Tim's mother
was at work and talked to Rock we might do better in getting Irene Mello to
cooperate with us through him. We were probably going to need her to try to
locate Terry or to get additional information about the boys. Of course, we
could threaten either of them with exposure, but thought Rock might be more
likely to be helpful, since he was the one that was molesting both
boys. When questioned, Timmy told us that Rock never ever worked, except
for selling street drugs, as he was only 28 now himself. Their support was
the mother's salary, working as a nurse's aid and welfare payments for all
the children.

I called Rock, talked with him for over half an hour about both boys. He
was most helpful, especially after I told him if he and Irene didn't
cooperate with me I could turn them into the authorities for multiple
violations, probably have the children taken away from them and loose their
welfare payments. I found out that Rock was the one that took Terry to the
city, not Irene as Timmy thought. He sold him for $300 to a black guy he
knew named Dayton Jackson that ran a group of young boy prostitutes. At the
time, it was located somewhere on South Divisadero near the gay Castro
District, but he said they were forever moving locations to avoid the law,
but kept the same phone number for the business. I found out that Timmy's
brother Terry had called a couple of times for things he needed or he
wanted - social security card, birth certificate and a couple of pictures
of his biological dad. His last call was almost three years ago, at which
time he did leave an address and telephone number where he was living in
the city. He gave them to me. I told him I might need their assistance in
the future to legally adopt Timmy or need them to call to get his school
records transferred. I told him to send us his social security card and his
birth certificate immediately, gave him a PO Box number Max used for the
business and our telephone number and finalized that conversation. After
that call, we all felt better!

I called the telephone number Rock had given me for Terry and a woman
answered. I said, "This is the operator; I have a person-to-person call for
a Terry Mello from Timmy Mello." I figured she might not put Terry on the
line if she thought something might be suspicious with an older deep voice
like mine. I heard her, "Hey Terry, telephone - the operator says from a
Timmy Mello!" I held the telephone and put the speakerphone on so we could
all hear his voice and conversation. I had already instructed Timmy what to
say and what not to say to Terry in case his captors were listening to the
conversation on an extension.  Terry's voice came on the line.

"Hello Timmy buddy - you here in the city little guy?" Timmy started to
flow, just hearing his brother's voice turned on his waterworks, but he
finally was able to continue.

"Terry I really missed you! Mama dumped me too Terry, just like you with
just your telephone number, 20 bucks and the clothing on my back. What
should I do?"

"Oh Timmy, you don't want to come here little buddy, Dayton will turn you
into one of his pussy boys like he has all of us. I can't let that happen
to you too little brother. You can not come here, I'll meet you at the
Greyhound Bus Terminal between Market and Mission on 7th Street at 7:00pm
this evening, as I have a trick downtown at 6:00pm and should be done with
him before 7:00pm. Wait for me buddy if I am late! We will talk about it
then, OK! Oh, here comes Dayton, I have to hang up now Timmy or he will
know something is up and try to get me to con you here for him to
enslave. See you later little brother!" The line was still open as we heard
Dayton ask him whom he was talking to when he said, "My little brother
called me Dayton - that is all Sir!"

We could hear Dayton slap him around shouting, "I warned you bout personal
calls on this company phone enough times Terry. When are ya gona learn! It
be time for ur pills agan boy! Now git ya pretty white ass in thar so
Clifford can give yu yu'r medications. He will make you feel real good agan
Terry baby! The doc increased your dose agan baby so ya stay nice en smooth
for daddy Dayton en Clifford. Yu runs away one more time boy and I be
puttin da shackles back on ya. Maybe selling yur ass like I do Victor last
week!  Yu'r ass be mine, all mine fer good boy! When Clifford done fuckin
yu, ya come to my bedroom en, I gives ya some of dis big black dick
agan. Now, yu make it snappy, my dicks drippin lookin at yu'r hot white
nekid ass! Yu knows how I likes dat white boy ass of yu'rs baby! Now hang
up da mother fuckin phone en get movin." The line went dead and I just
shook my head at Max and Kyle whom listened to the jerk.

Two minutes later the phone rang right back! Max said, "The bastard must
have Caller ID and realizes that Timmy is calling from a San Francisco
number. Timmy you are going to have to answer and talk to the bastard. Let
him talk to you because he is going to obviously try to get you to come to
him or tell you where you are so he can pick you up. Try to get him to tell
you his address, then tell him you are in town with your mother shopping,
calling from a bar in the city where one of her friends works. Tell him
nothing more! Now answer the call Timmy, OK!" Max whispered. "Shish,"
pushed the speakerphone button and gave Timmy the sign to talk.

"Hello, this is Timmy, who is this, is it you Terry, we got cut off or
something!" Sure enough, it was dick head Dayton's voice again.

"Well little guy hello, sorry yu got cut off while talkin to Terry. I be
Terry's boss en Terry told me all about yu, but had to run out fer
awhile. He says I should call yu back and give you our address or get yur
address, pick yu up en bring yu here to live with us. Does you be a pretty
little blond boy like Terry too Timmy, en how old are yu boy?"

"Oh yes sir, I'm 12 now! How did you know we look alike, only I have long
blond hair and his is short and he is 2years an 2 months older? What is
your name and address Sir, I have some money that mama gave me. I'm
downtown somewhere."

"My name is Dayton. Yu catch a cab en tell em to take yu to 258 Divisadero
Street Timmy en tell the driver I will pick up the tab when yu arrive ifn
yu don't have nuff moneys. Yu got dat address Timmy, 258 Divisadero
Street. Have him honk when yu arrive! Now yu hurry Timmy en Dayton fix yu
up with some grub, a place ta sleep, and gives yu a nice big black dick ta
play wit just like Rock do wit ya boy! Yu like dat Timmy - Dayton makes you
real happy boy?"

"Oh Dayton yes that would be fun, only I'm not staying in town. Mom brought
us shopping for new school clothing and she is in the bar talking with her
friend that works here. I called from their office phone Sir because I am
too young to be in the bar. We are leaving for home in just a little bit,
but I wanted to talk to Terry before we left. Oh, thank you Dayton Sir, I
hope to meet you someday but have to hang up now.  Please say goodbye to
Terry."

"Wait little guy, just remember yu are welcome ta come visit anytime. Hey
boy! Yu be sure and tell Rock hello from me en tell him I got 500 dollars
if he be interested in makin me another deal like three years ago.  Now, yu
be sure en tell him Timmy, OK! Have Rock call me! Bye for now Timmy!" The
phone went silent!

Max put his arm around Timmy and said, "I couldn't have done it better
myself Timmy. You are a very smart young man indeed!"

Timmy turned to me and asked, "If Terry wants to leave Dayton, could he
maybe come live with us too so we could be together again?" Max and Kyle
both were at my side holding Timmy when Max said, "Hell, I don't see why
not do you Kyle and Duke? We have room for two boys in our lives around
here! Timmy, Terry is going to have to want to come though. Let's see what
happens when we talk with him tonight and go from there, OK! Right now Duke
and Kyle need to get you to the store and get you some clothing, especially
a warm coat and some long pants so you can be warm for tonight's visit with
Terry." Max took Timmy in his arms, held him to him and almost broke into
tears himself. "Hey Kyle, take my credit card with you! Get what ever our
little Timmy needs - boxers, some of those nice low rider baggie pants I
see all the kids wearing these days, fancy runner shoes, but definitely a
warm coat or two."  Max looked at me and said, "The boys expenses are mine
Duke - no arguments OK! I want to spoil my new Grandson!" Timmy nestled
into Max and gave him a big kiss and said, I love you Grandpa Max!"

Kyle had a field day with Max's credit card purchasing clothing. Timmy and
I shuffled behind him from store to store, Timmy trying on clothing, shoes,
coats until Kyle finally said, "OK guys I know your getting bored with
this, only one more shop and we can go home! Max insisted that I find Timmy
leathers and boots. I know just where to go for them! Come along now! Pick
up your heals!" Finally, going on to 5:00pm, we arrived home. Max saw us
pulling into the carport and came running to help us in with all the boxes
and bags. He asked Kyle, "Did you find leathers and boots to fit him Kyle?"
Kyle smiled and answered, "Yea Max, just wait till you see him in them -
HOT STUFF, and wait until you see the leather chaps, Wranglers and the
baggie pants on him!" Max said, "Come along we have to get moving, eat and
get things set up for the bartenders so we both can go with Duke and Timmy
to meet Terry at 7:00pm. We would not want to miss this reunion now would
we! Duke, you fix dinner, Kyle you tend to cleaning up Timmy and getting
him dressed in something warm and I will take care of what has to be done
downstairs with the registers, cash, and bartenders. Let's all get moving!"
He picked up Timmy, gave him a hug and said, "Max missed you while you were
shopping Timmy," then sat him back down on his feet.

At ten to 7:00pm the four of us were standing in the main lobby of the
Greyhound Depot. Timmy was beside himself in anticipation to see his
brother after three long years. We decided it would be better if we sat off
to the side and let Timmy greet his brother first, as our presence might
scare him away if we were all huddled together in one spot. We told Timmy
to walk around but stay within our sight and at about 7:40pm we saw him
make a dash to a young blond. There was no doubting that the 15year old
carried the same genes as Timmy - same blond hair, blue eyes and fair
complexion. They could have passed for identical twins, were it not for the
fact that Terry was older and going through a growth cycle. He stood 6 to 8
inches taller. His blond hair was very long, done in CornBraids that came
down just below his shoulders. He was dressed in bright colored African
attire, right down to the sandals, beaded earrings dangling from each ear
and the wide beaded choker necklace. Terry dropped to his knees, wrapped
his arms around Timmy and held him, looked up into his eyes and they
kissed. They were talking for a few minutes when Timmy pointed over to us,
took Terry's hand and led him to us.

As they approached, it was evident that Terry was not a little boy
anymore. He had breasts that already looked well developed as a 15 year old
girl might have, wore makeup and light lipstick. He made absolutely a
gorgeous, beautiful young girl. As we sat and talked with him, bringing him
up to date about Timmy, little Timmy clung to him. We found out that Dayton
and Clifford, one black, the other white, ran a very specialized
prostitution ring of very young children and Terry was used mostly for
their personal pleasures and to help with the young kids. Terry explained,
as he began to enter puberty, they had his penis surgically removed right
down to the base. His balls were sewn up inside, leaving only an
insignificant little circle with a hole in it through which to pee and
ejaculate. Now, he was only able to climax through stimulation on the
prostrate gland, making him the perfect male whore for them, completely
functional but without the male genitalia exposed. He said the operation,
called a modified scrotal Urethrostomy was not common. To keep him from
growing body hair the doctor has him on prescription drugs and give him
shots periodically, accounting for the breasts and female traits that have
started to develop. He said they have made him into a she-male without a
pecker or visible balls, and needed anal penetration in order to climax.

He said he had run away a few times before the surgery, but always went
back for lack of anywhere else to go. Dayton and Clifford used him as their
private she-male because they both liked his looks and sexual
abilities. Most the other boys, as they entered puberty, sold to other
dealers. However, lately he frequently had to trick with guys that
specifically wanted a white she-male and would pay big bucks for the
services that he can provide. We found in our questioning that the other
boys were between the age of 6 to 9. Terry told us most of their clients
are into very young boys - true pedophiles. Something I had not realized
was the fact that most were straight guys that just liking having sex with
children, especially young boys. They have an underground clientele that
pays big bucks for the real young kids, even buy and sell them. They also
make videos of the young white boys having sex with guys, and that is a
large portion of their business. They make big bucks marketing the videos
to a very specialized group of clients around the world.

Timmy said, "Terry you can come live with us. Max, Kyle and Duke said you
could. They said it would be great having two boys in our new family!"
Terry looked at all of us and asked, "Even though I'm not a boy anymore?
I'm a she-male without a dick, hidden balls, get all emotional and
effeminate, cry so much lately on the medications I have to take. Besides,
I'm kind of a little tramp now, require a lot of anal penetration to keep
me from lusting for a men!" Max put his arm around him and said, "Yes
Terry, we all would love to have you in our new little family with your
brother Timmy! I'm sure we three big guys can take care of your needs don't
you guys?" Kyle and I smiled and I said. "Not to worry Terry, I'm sure we
can keep you well oiled as long as you like big dicks because both Max and
I are real big in the cock department. How about it Terry - make your
little brother here real happy and live with us?"

Terry said, "How can I get away, and who will take care of all the little
guys I comfort every day in the stable? They depend on me now to teach them
how to read and write, take then out to the park and love them." I
answered, "Terry, you have to think of what is best for you and Timmy
now. You can get your belongings and meet us outside waiting in the van for
you. As far as the little guys, we can call the authorities, the place will
be raided; Dayton and Clifford will be put out of business. The little ones
will be placed in foster homes somewhere with real parents and be able to
be educated and loved. Otherwise, they do not have a chance for a real
life. You know that; just look what they did with you Terry! You better do
it now while you have the opportunity!"

Terry said, "I got to get back or they will know something is wrong, come
looking for me like always.  Dayton will beat me as he always does, take my
clothing and put the ankle restraints back on me. I should be back already!
I haven't regained their trust since the last time I ran away!"

Max spoke up, "Terry, do you want to be with us or stay where you are?"
Terry answered, "Oh with Timmy and you guys!" Max continued, "OK then, here
is what we are going to do - listen carefully! We will take you back in the
van, park across the street and wait for you to get your personal stuff -
try to get your medications to get you bye until we can get you to the
doctor. I assume, you know the doctor you have been seeing." He nodded Yes!
"You get in and out of there as fast as you can. If you are not back out to
the van in one hour we will come in and get you. Then we will call the
authorities immediately. If you come within the hour, we will call the
authorities in the morning, one of us can sit down the street in the van,
make sure they raid the place. We will also see that the children are safe
and picked up by Children's Protective Services. Any questions Terry?" He
answered, "No Sir, but it may take the full hour for me to make my
getaway." Max said, "Well let's get going then!"

Kyle drove the van, Terry co-piloted in the passengers seat as Max went
over and over what he was to do to get out of there safely and back to
us. It went well. He climbed out a side window with a backpack in his hand
about 45 minutes later and we headed for home. He and Timmy cuddled
together talking and laughing all the way back on the way home. Kyle headed
down to the bar to check on the bartenders. Max and I tried to make Terry
feel comfortable, part of the family, showed him around. Max and I sat
around watching the tube, letting he and Timmy roughhouse, make popcorn,
catch up with what had happened in their lives since three years prior. At
about 10:00pm Terry whispered something to Timmy and they both came to Max
and me. Timmy jumped into Max's lap, hugged him and then whispered
something in his ear. Max smiled and said softly, "Absolutely, my little
pussy-kitten. Give me some sugar little guy!" Terry dropped to his knees in
front of me, put both hands on my crotch, looked up into my eyes and
said. "Duke, I am really horny for you, been wanting this big thing every
since I saw it moving like a snake against your thigh at the Greyhound
Depot. It feels really big, must be huge when it is hard, and my bottom is
on fire and twitching. I really need to be screwed Daddy Duke! I warned you
guys about how I get horny and need a lot of attention. I have been taught
to beg for it. Does that turn you on Daddy?" I smiled down at him and
said. "YES Terry, I would like that; however, I think you and your brother
should both get nude for us so both Max and I can see you two in the raw
first. It will get us horny too just looking at you two nude
beauties. Timmy, tell your brother the house rule baby!"

Timmy said, "As long as we are in the house and don't have house guests, we
are required to go nude!"  Terry smiled, jumped to his feet, lifted his
long African looking Sarong up over his head and kicked off his sandals. He
wore absolutely nothing underneath the loose garment. His breasts, large
nipples and quarter size areolas were breathtaking. He was totally free of
any body hair and his groin was perfectly void of all genitalia, just a
little circle nubbins where his dick had once existed. It had a tiny little
pee slit right in the center that was oozing pre-cum like crazy
already. Max reached over, rubbed his finger in the juice, put it to his
lips and said, "Mmmm - fantastic taste!" He took another sample and put it
to Timmy lips. Timmy said, "Mmmm yea, Neat-O Terry! You are beautiful
brother! They turned you into a real beauty!" His hips, below a tiny waist,
were beginning to develop the look of a girl's broader bottom half. He spun
around, wiggled his cute bubble butt at us and said, "Now it is your turn
Timmy, you know the house rule little brother." Timmy jumped down out of
Max's lap, was out of his clothing sporting his 6inch hard-on to Terry in
less than a minute. He then jumped right back up into Max's lap and settled
in watching Terry. I reached and massaged Terry's little slit, covered my
fingers with his juice, put it to my mouth and smiled.

I stood up and said, "OK Terry, you can undress me now and get me all hot
and show daddy how you make love to a man. He removed my shirt first,
loosened my belt, popped the top button and lowered the zipper.  He removed
my boots, socks, then he was on his knees with his face on my crotch
chewing on the material covering my salami as he slowly lowered my
Wranglers. His nose went immediately to my pubic bush as he continued to
lower the pants down to my ankles. He assisted removing my big size 14's
from the bunched material and I kicked the Wranglers aside. His nose went
right back to my groin and inhaled deeply gathering my male scent, rubbing
his cheek against my semi letting the pre-cum streak his chin and neck. Max
had opened his shirt, opened his britches. He scooted down on the sofa and
pulled Timmy back so he was sitting on his stomach and six pack. Timmy had
Max's cock in between his own nude legs, holding their dicks together,
gently stroking them with both hands, watching Terry intently. Both seemed
to be oozing profusely. Max was pinching Timmy's nipples and nibbling on
his neck and shoulders rubbing his face in Timmy's long blond locks.

Terry, nested into my danglers. It would have taken a crowbar to break him
away, the pressure he was putting against my massive ball sacks licking and
sucking male pheromones from the hairy devils. His hands were going up and
down my thighs and he was moaning, expressing his lustful pleasure on my
pendulums. I lifted his head up, looked down into his delirious eyes and
directed his mouth to my dick head and said, "OK Terry, work on the big
dick for awhile!" He sucked his tongue into the dripping nectar oozing from
the 1inch loose foreskin extension. His tongue slowly entered the damp
cavern of loose wrinkled skin and rolled until I felt the tongue enter and
tease my piss hole. One hand went to my danglers and played with them as
the other worked my foreskin back exposing my cock head. The Smegma had
obviously built up since my last shower early yesterday. He went wild
trailing his tongue through the white cheese. He wanted it all quickly so
he just wrapped his lips over the white coated glands and rotated his head,
working his tongue as a shovel pumping it between his lips and gums. He
worked his head down further on the shaft and his tongue went right to work
gathering the funk, spreading it along the underside of my cock shaft, and
working it back and forth over his taste buds. He took all 13 inches right
down bouncing over his uvula into the esophagus. He let out a low moan of
pleasure.

I looked over and Timmy had greased himself up and slid down over Max's fat
pickle and was dancing in his lap squeezing his little 6incher so he would
not explode prematurely. Terry was busy doing a hot deep throat number on
my salami. He had been trained well, worked his throat muscles over my cock
shaft until I convulsed, filled his stomach with spunk. Two shots went down
directly into the gullet, two over his tongue and the last two he pulled
and let shoot over his lips and chin. He then used my dick to scoop it off
his chin and lips and feed it back to himself like a big blunt spoon. Timmy
handed Terry the lube with his free hand, smiled and said. "Don't forget to
beg brother; you won't be disappointed - I know!"

Terry looked up into my eyes, smiled and said. "Daddy Duke, please give me
what I need to climax. I am so horny now I will do anything you want for a
good rough pounding up the ass. Please Daddy Duke just put some of this
lube in me and on your manhood and let me have multiple organisms as you
fuck me silly.  Please! Please! Please! I beg you Daddy!"

"Lay over my lap and let me get you opened up then Terry!" He said, "Oh you
don't have to do that Duke, just grease it up a little along with your
cock. I will open right up for you, I promise!" Sure enough, once I worked
a little with my finger into his pucker hole, it opened right up and
snapped at me. I was so impressed, I found myself playing with it, watching
it snap open and shut grabbing at my fingers. Both Timmy and Max were
watching in awe as Max said, "Would you look at that - I've never seen
anything like that in all my years before. It's a regular little fuck
machine with soft pink lips isn't it Timmy?"

I sat him in my lap facing me, told him to slide down over me slowly, still
thinking I had to open him up a bit. He mounted me in one smooth movement,
as he was on a water slide, needing to plunge into the pool below as
quickly as possible. He bounced, using his knees and legs to control his
thrusts. He needed no time to adjust to my size, and remained tight and in
control of his muscles. They seemed to squeeze, undulate and massage on
each stroke. I could see I needed to give this hot ass a wild ride
indeed. I slid forward and told him to grab my neck and hold on. I lifted
us both on to my feet as he wrapped his legs around my waist, remaining
attached to the root. His nose nestled into my chest inhaling my scent,
twisting his tongue in my damp, male musk scented chest hair.

As I removed Terry and myself off the sofa, Max lifted Timmy and rolled him
over on his back on the sofa.  He lifted Timmy's legs up on to his
shoulders, was reentering him as I carted Terry to the nearest wall. I
placed Terry's back against the wallboards, gradually pounded his sweet ass
faster and harder until I had him in a frenzy with lust shooting one load
after the other from that little hole in his groin. He was lusting, moaning
and squealing as his strong shoulders helped pound himself deeper over my
manhood. I could hear little Timmy squealing behind me as Max fucked his
pretty boy pussy. I knew I had some work to do to ever get Terry to control
his organisms, since he had no way to pinch them off by squeezing his
dick. I just let him have his pleasure bringing him up to a raging climax
four times, before I pulled from him, pulled my foreskin back and
reinserted. It did not take long then - I shot my spunk into him and we
both slowly came back down to earth. He clung to me as I lowered his legs
on to the floor. I walked to the kitchen sink and sat on a stool, told him
to clean his mess with his tongue watching Max and Timmy still going at it
on the sofa. After Terry had me clean of his skeet, I ushered him into Max
and Timmy, told him to assist them both to get off before they knocked the
springs out of the sofa. He greased up a finger and poked it up into Max's
ass and it took Max to a quick climax causing Timmy to shoot his load.

About that time, Kyle returned from the bar. He joined Max and Timmy on the
sofa and arrived just in time to lap up Timmy's sweet watery load off both
of them. Shortly they said goodnight and the three of them went to the
bedroom. Terry and I embraced, I lifted him into my arms and carted him to
my bed and he nestled into my arms and quickly dropped off to sleep. I
sucked and fondled his nipples for awhile, played with his little pee hole
and inhaled his boy scent before pulling the covers up over us and dropping
off to sleep. During the night, Timmy nudged me awake and asked if he could
sleep with Terry. I pulled the covers back, let him crawl in beside
Terry. He cuddled up next to his brother and dropped right back to sleep as
I covered the three of us up and dropped right back to sleep.

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