Date: Wed, 2 Mar 2016 20:46:33 -0800 From: Jon Hold Subject: Billy and Davy's Daddy; Part 7 Billy and Davy's Daddy by Jon Hold Copyright © 1998, 2015 jonhold@earthlink.net Part 7 When we woke up, the boys and I kissed and then got up and took a piss and shower together, laughing and playing around and washing each other in the process. I washed both of the boys and they worked together to wash me. We dried each other off and then the boys sat side by side on the lid of the long Koler toilet and watched me shave. When I was done, Davy hopped off the toilet and asked to feel my face. I bent over and he ran his small hands over my smooth face. "That feels nice, Daddy. Will you show me how to shave?" I grinned at him and said, "Well, it'll be a while until you need to shave, but... sure. I'll show you how to shave." I reached under the sink with a foot and pulled out the stepstool. "Hop up there," I said. He did exactly that and turned to face the mirror expectantly. I moved up behind him and reached forward to get my soap bowl and brush. My dangling dick fit into the tight groove of the boys butt and I kept it there while I made up a lather and spread it on the boys face. He kept giggling and wiggling his butt and it wasn't long before I had his whole face lathered up and a stiff dick sticking up through the groove of his ass and drooling on his back. I started to shave him, but he kept moving around. I put down the safety razor and picked up the still soapy brush. I put a hand in front of the boys belly and he rested his elbows on the edge of the sink as I lifted his bottom and lathered it liberally with the brush. When I put him back down I had the nose of my dick centered on his soap slick hole. I was deep inside him by the time his feet were back on the stepstool. I moved forward to sink my dick the rest of the way into him and to hold him in place against the sink with my belly and the dick up his ass. "There. Maybe that will hold you in place." Davy grinned up at me and stood there quietly while I finished shaving him. Moving his face around like I showed him in the mirror so I could shave the down off his face the same way I shaved my whiskers. When I was done I washed his face off with a hot washcloth and then put my hands under his armpits and lifted him off the stool and my dick and set him down on the floor. "There! How's that?" Davy felt his face with both hands and got a big grin on his face. "That's neat, Dad. Really smooth!" "Can I learn to shave too, Daddy?" Billy eagerly asked. "Sure. Come on over here." Billy hopped off the toilet and came to me. I bent him over and carefully lathered up his bottom. "I'm not going to have any trouble with you wiggling around either," I said as I lifted the boy with my hands under his arms. He spread his legs so I could set him down on my pecker. I stepped over to the sink but he was too short for his feet to reach the stool with my dick up his ass so I just held him against the sink with my belly and proceeded to lather him up and give him a good shaving. Davy stood at the side of the sink with his hands over the edge and mimicked the facial motions I was teaching Billy. When I'd finished washing and drying the boys face he looked in the mirror and felt of his face. Looking up over his shoulder at me he said, "Thanks, Daddy. That's really neat." I smiled at him as I lifted him off my dick and set him down on the floor. I moved Davy over next to him and had both boys bend over and spread their cheeks so I could lather them up again. I put the brush away and slapped both sets of buttcheeks. "You boys get in the bedroom and lay over the edge of the bed. I need to fuck me some boy pussy this morning!" Both boys jumped up with cries of, "Oh, Boy!" and dashed out of the bathroom, trying to be first to the bedroom. I followed them more quietly down the hallway and laughed at what I saw when I entered the bedroom. Both boys were over the edge of the bed, but Billy was laying on top of Davy. I walked over, still laughing, and poked first Billy and then Davy with my lather covered erection. I spread Billy's legs a little further over Davy's butt and tried again. Grunting, I said, "Great. That works good!" I proceeded to fuck both boys then. Taking a few strokes in one and then shifting up or down to take a few strokes in the other. Every once in a while I'd drive my dick between the two boys which really made Billy squeal when my cock rubbed and pulled against his tight little cock and balls. I was really getting going, plunging long and hard into the boys, who were kissing each other and crying out with joyous sounds as I fucked their asses. Almost without warning, I started to cum inside of Billy's ass. I gave him a few shots, enough to let him know he was being jizzed and then quickly switched to Davy and gave him most of the load to make up for his not having gotten fucked the night before. Both boys started cumming with me and we were all howling and making one hell of a mess. When we recovered, I took the boys into my master bathroom and cleaned the three of us up with a washcloth. We went in and had breakfast, sitting around the table naked and talking about how important it was that no one else know how much we loved each other and making plans for a camping trip. As it was Saturday morning, the boys took off on their bikes with a bunch of their neighborhood buddies to a cartoon festival and barbecue at the local movie house. A cultural event not to be missed by young gentlemen of their age. I had given each of them money for the event, and enough extra for a few video games or whatever. They had each placed the money carefully in their new wallets, double checking to make sure their ID cards and emergency telephone money was still safe. I smiled to myself, remembering their concern. I used their absence as an excellent excuse to get caught up on my bookkeeping. I had saved my money when I first started to work, and when my mother died, she left me a small inheritance. I wisely invested that money and most of what I continued to earn. Now, at a bit past middle age, I lived very comfortably on my investments. I was just getting into the enjoyable task of balancing my books when the phone rang. It was Billy's father, calling from the airport. He wanted to know if it would be OK to come by and pick Billy up. I told him that the boys were off to a movie, but that he was welcome to come over and wait for them to get home. He thanked me and said he'd catch a cab and be there shortly. I'd been working in the nude, so I pulled on some white tennis shorts and an old Jerry Garcia t-shirt before returning to my books. Maybe a half-hour later the front doorbell chimed. I wondered what Billy's dad was like. I'd talked to them several times on the phone, but had only actually met Billy's mom so far. I opened the door with a big smile on my face for Billy's parents. The smile froze on my face. There stood a blond hunk, maybe six or eight years younger than me, that looked like a cross between a grown-up Billy and my memories of my younger brother who had died at barely eighteen years old in a motorcycle wreck. Automatically, through my shock, I put out my hand and said, "Welcome home." The hunk stuck out his hand, but missed grasping mine and fell against me. Waves of used alcohol fumes poured over me from the hard body clinging to mine. I grabbed the drunk by the collar and drug him towards the kitchen, kicking the front door shut behind me. I dropped him into one of the chairs at the small kitchen table and turned to start a pot of coffee. "What's your fucking problem," he slurred behind me. I clenched my jaw and poured some of the cold coffee from breakfast into a big mug to microwave. The asshole was too drunk to taste the difference anyway. Staggering to his feet, Billy's dad belligerently demanded, "I said, what's your fucking problem, asshole." I turned to face him with the cup of cold coffee in my hand. "I don't much like drunks! Here's your fucking coffee..." and I threw the coffee in his face, "..., asshole!" I took him by the collar again as he tried to wipe the coffee out of his eyes and jerked him off balance. Blind, and staggering drunk, he was easy to lead through the dining room and out the living room glass doors onto the patio. I gave him the bum's rush across the brick flagging and helped him take one last big step right into the deep end of the pool. Watching him flounder around and gasp for air made me feel much better. He finally managed to get to the edge of the pool and pull himself up on the coping and finally stagger to his feet. "You mother-fucker!" he said as he took a step and reached for me. A short, tight uppercut to his hard midriff caught him just as his foot was coming down. He dropped to his knees immediately and fell forward from the waist like a rag doll as he began to puke. I stood there and watched him moan and fall forward into his own vomit. Shaking my head in disgust, I went into the cabana and got out the one-inch bore rubber clean up hose. I focused the nozzle into a tight stream and used it mercilessly to wash the vomit off my deck and guest. He gasped for air and cried out as the hard stream hit his body. I told him to take his wet clothing off and had to command him through the process step by step, using the hard stream of water to blast away various pieces of apparel to hurry him along before he could think up any objections. Naked and dripping wet he was fucking gorgeous. Hard bodied, thick, nearly hairless chest. Thick pale blond pubic patch and the heaviest set of thin-skinned and hooded genitals I'd seen in years. I changed the nozzle to a thicker, softer running, but still solid stream and played the cold water all over him. "Wash that stink off of yourself. You smell of puke, booze and no showers." Without a word, he complied. I turned the water off and he stood there, naked in the bright sunlight, looking like a bedraggled puppy. I hooked my thumb over my shoulder, "Back in the pool." Apparently ashamed of himself he dropped his chin to his chest and moped over to the edge of the pool. He hesitated there and rather than argue with him I just kicked him in his hard muscled ass, knocking him into the pool. "You can stay in there until you're ready to talk reasonably or you can gather up your wet clothes and use the garden gate to get the fuck out of here." I went over to the outside linen closet and got out one of the big towels. Contemptuously, I threw it on the ground in his direction and turned and went into the house without saying another word. I stormed back into the kitchen and finished making the coffee I'd started. Scowling, I sat down at the oak kitchen table and stared into the obsidian depths of the coffee cup, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. I hate black coffee! After going around in circles for a while, I looked up and saw a much chastened young man standing in the doorway wearing only a damp towel. Pointing at the coffee pot and extra cup, he timidly asked, "May I?" "Yeah. Go ahead." He poured himself a cup of coffee and turned around. I was staring. First at the towel stretched so tightly across the tightest set of fine little buns I'd ever seen on an adult and then at the heavy bulge lifting the front of the towel as he turned around. Pointing across from me, I told him to sit down. Quietly, he did as he was told. "You want to tell me what the hell is going on?" "I guess I got drunk." "Do you always get drunk before picking up your son after a three week absence? And where's your wife?" Lifting his hands from the hot coffee cup, he dropped his head onto his palms. "Ah, shit!" Shaking my head, I said, "You're going to have to do a little better than, `Aw, shit.'" Looking up at me, he said, "Look, it's all very complicated." "I've got all day and the boys won't be back for hours yet. I'll tell you something -- unless you can convince me that Billy is going to be safe, you're not leaving here with him!" Angrily, "Fuck you! He's my son and no one can keep me from taking him!" I reached across the little table and grabbed a fistful of his long, straight hair and jerked him out of his chair and onto the floor. His towel fell off exposing his pale ass and waggling organs. Without even thinking about it I turned my chair into the middle of the room and drug him up across my lap. A heartbeat later I was thrashing his ass as he yelled and tried to escape. I kept my hold on his hair and trapped his thighs between my legs as I continued to spank his ass until he laid there quietly crying and accepting his punishment. I finally stopped whacking his ass. Resting my hand on his red and burning butt, I asked, "Are you going to watch your mouth now?" "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir." I lifted my hand and gave him another, much more solid whack that rippled his hard flesh like so much Jello. Leaving my hand where it landed, I felt the heat pouring out of his abused bottom. The fat organ I'd felt flopping against my legs as I pulled him into position was no longer flopping anywhere, but was rigidly pressed against my inner thigh just below the leg of my tennis shorts. "You going to answer my questions in a civil manner now?" "Yes, Sir!" I whacked his ass again. "Do you like me being in control like this?" He mumbled something that I couldn't make out. I gave him five more of my best flat handed whacks in a slow, measured manner. He tried to cover his ass with his hand, but I told him that for every swat he even tried to interfere with, he'd get two more. I gave him his two extras without any resistance from him. Then I let go of his hair and reached under my thigh and stroked the hard, pre-cum dripping organ I found there a couple of times and then pulled on his heavy balls. "I asked you if you liked me being in control of you like this?" Under it's coating of tears, Will's face flushed bright red. "Yes, Sir." he said, softly, but clearly. I whacked his ass again. "Do you want me to be in charge?" "Yes, Sir. Please, Sir." I gave his ass a light whack and told him to get up. He scrambled to his feet and stood there as I got up and adjusted the erection in my pants. I reached forward and stroked the fine-skinned erection jutting from his loins and then cupped his heavy balls again in my hand, joggling them up and down to test their weight. "Do you mind my doing this?" He blushed again, but quickly answered, "No, Sir." Pointing through the living room to the hallway I said, "Get in the bedroom." "Yes, Sir" He immediately turned and started walking, me right behind him pointing the way to my bedroom. He stood there quietly in the middle of the soft bedroom carpet and watched as I pulled off my now sweaty t-shirt and dropped the loose tennis shorts to my ankles before kicking them over into the corner. His cock was both longer and thicker than mine, but mine was definitely the CIC, Cock-in-Charge. Sitting down in the straight-backed wooden bedroom chair I pointed to my lap. "Assume the position!" I commanded. Holding his butt in both hands, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Please, Sir..." he begged. "Now!" I demanded. He cringed but cautiously got down across my lap again, the drooling head of his cock pressed between his belly and my leg. I gave him five more good ones before saying, "That's for not immediately doing what you were told." I paused then proceeded to work his ass over good until he was just laying there limply, crying and accepting my dominance. I finally stopped spanking him and rested my hand on his flaming ass. I felt the smooth globes with my aching hand. Naturally, they were larger than the boys butts, each cheek of his ass being about the same handful as one of the boys entire ass. His ass was smooth and tight and felt great. I felt down into the crack and soon found the pucker that trembled so nicely against my fingertips. I tapped the rosebud a few times until it blossomed open a bit and then worked my middle finger up inside of him using nothing but sweat and his natural lubrication. His velvety sheath was hot and tight as it yielded to my probing finger. He just moaned as I explored his insides and gave him a good finger-fucking. I finally slipped my finger out of him and gave his ass another good swat. "Get in the middle of the bed, face down." I commanded. Without saying a word he got off my lap and crawled up onto the bed. Laying down in the middle of the bed, he buried his face in the pillows with his head facing away from me and spread his legs. I liked hearing him "Sir" me, but didn't say anything that might break the mood. I went over to my dresser and got out the extra bottle of sex lube that I'd gotten when I bought the boy's theirs. I slicked up my dick good and then climbed up on the bed between Will's legs. I slid one of my now slick fingers back up Will's ass and used it to lift his hips. I pulled down one of the pillows Will wasn't laying on and slid it under his hips, making sure his cock was lined up straight before dropping his hips back down. I wiped my fingers off in his asscrack and then guided my cock until its nose was pushing against Will's puffy anus. I let go and put both hands up under his shoulders before pushing into him in one long, hard, slow thrust. Will went stiff all over and gasped for air, but didn't really try to resist me. Once my cock was ensconced completely up inside of him, I laid down on his back, the weight of my body holding him firmly down to the mattress as I hooked my chin over his shoulder to finalize my control over his body. "You ready to tell me what happened now?" I asked. Air surged out of his chest as he released the tension in his chest and broke down into a series of deep, racking sobs that seemed to shudder throughout his entire body. I just lay there and held him as he cried his inner pain out. After a while he began to sob out his story. I seems as though his wife caught him having sex with her little brother and pitched a bitch fit. That the young man was known by the whole family to be gay and that he had, in fact, actually started the action with Will meant nothing to her. She hated him, she hated the United States, she hated Americans and American food and had no intention of ever returning to the US or having anything further to do with him or the American child he had sired on her. He stayed around only long enough to register the divorce and property quitclaim and disavowal of child custody rights with the US Embassy before heading home. Nuzzling into the side of his face with my nose, I asked him if he really missed her. "Hell no, Sir!" he said. "I'm glad the Teutonic Bitch is finally out of my life!" "Do you always get drunk and depressed when you're happy?' He just shrugged and laid there. I lay on top of him quietly for a while and then started quietly moving my hips a bit, exploring the depths of the channel I was plowed into and the reactions of the man under me. He soon noticed what I was doing and took the long joint of his forefinger between his teeth as he moaned and tilted his hips up to give me more complete access to his hot man hole. I worked on his hole for quite a while, never moving more than an inch at a time until he seemed to be totally focused on me and what I was doing inside his body. "Do you want to tell me what's going on now, or do we need to move this back over to the chair for a while?" He shook his head and quickly said, "No, Sir." He lay there quietly as I continued to slowly piston his butthole until he sighed, and continued. "It's really embarrassing -- and sort of awful." I waited a bit, and then said, "You are eating yourself alive keeping whatever it is to yourself. If you don't get whatever it is out in the open and deal with it, you are going to destroy yourself trying to hold it in. Whatever you say, no matter what you say, stays right here with us. Now talk!" Will fumbled around but finally managed to tell me a fairly coherent story. He was terrified of having to take care of his son alone. It seems as though he'd been avoiding contact with the boy for years because he was so physically attracted to the boy. It seems that Billy had taken a sudden interest in his father when he was about five years old. Wanting to be around him all the time, walking in on him in the bathroom and trying to join him in the shower. Every time the boy would climb up in his lap (a favorite position) or ask for a piggy back ride or try to get his father down on the floor for a wrestling match Will would start to become aroused by the boys natural sensuality. Billy's mother had quit putting out soon after she conceived the child and had never allowed Will to resume their marital relations, and the sensuality of his son was all too enticing. To protect his son from his feelings, he began to refuse to let the boy near him. Staying at work until after the boy was in bed for the night and not getting up in the morning until after the boy left for school. "But you love the boy?" Will started sobbing again. "Yes. Yes, dammit! I love him so much it scares me, and I'm afraid of what might happen." "Shhhhhh, shhhhhhh, shhhhhh." I went in his ear as I started to pump him more strongly. "Have you had much sex with other men or boys?" He shook his head `No'. "Zenobia's brother was the first, and he'd just barely started to suck my dick when she walked in." I stopped fucking and flexed my dick deep inside of him. "Then I'm the first to ever do this to you?" He nodded `Yes'. "Yeah, but my best buddy in school had an older brother that used to screw him all the time, and I used to fantasize about that all the time. I always wanted an older brother just like him." "I used to have a little brother that looked a lot like you. We used to suck and fuck each other all the time." "Where is he?" "He died in a motorcycle wreck. I miss him more that anything." Will was quiet for a while, and then he said, "Do I remind you of him?" There was some moisture on my cheek, and I wiped it off on his face. "Yeah. You really do. Not just the way you look, but how you talk and act. He was a bonehead too." Will shrugged his whole body under me. "Let me roll over on my back." I reared up over him on my hands and toes, carefully sliding my slickness out of him. He rolled around underneath of me, keeping his butt on the pillow and lifting his legs up over my shoulders. He took my hips in his hands and guided me back inside of him. "What was your brothers name?" he asked. Blinking back tears, I croaked, "William. We all called him `Willy' cuz my grandfather was `Will'." Will's hands came up an held my face. "Will you be my big brother?" Tears of loss and regret and passion and need poured from my eyes, blurring my vision so that Will looked exactly like Willy would have if he'd grown up enough to be called Will himself. I surged forward as Will/Willy's arms reached around my neck to lock my lips to his as I ground my crotch into his butt. We both moaned with need and I started to fuck him with all the passion of missing years and deep loss. He WAS my little brother come back to me, and I wasn't going to loose him this time or be shy about telling him what I needed... I held him flat down on the bed, his knees in his armpits and his ass lifted to my pounding loins. I bit and sucked at his face in my desperate need to raise him to the same frantic lust I felt, to make him need me as much as I needed him. Our tongues slobbered against each others as I pummeled him so hard that my big, heavy bed was creaking and jumping around on the floor, slamming repeatedly against the wall. Soundproofing or not, the whole house had to be resounding from our frenetic activity. Our frenetic activity! The built stud underneath me was STRONG. His need to be screwed by me was at least as overwhelming as my need to screw him. Every time he could get his tongue loose for a few seconds, he'd beg me for more; "Fuck me, big brother." "Fuck my hot ass, Bobby. Fuck me hard, harder... harder... Harder!" "Love me, Bobby. Make love to me with that huge cock of yours, brother." "Make the other boys jealous of me, big brother. Give me a fucking they'll all wish they'd had." "Screw my ass good, Bobby. Fuck ME! FUCK ME!" Will, Willy, my Willy was babbling, out of his mind with passion as my teeth fastened on his chin and nibbled along his jaw-line, as my tongue washed his eyes and ears and I bit his nose, thrusting my tongue up inside his nares as I switched to deep fucking strokes that kept Will prostrate and open before me. Slow, careful retreats followed by hard, deep grinding thrusts that pounded him across the mattress and banged his head against the headboard over and over as I gave him the fucking we both needed so badly. I could feel every fiber of his fine body through the sheets of sweat that covered our bodies as Will worked to accommodate me and give me the best fuck he could. I couldn't believe how strong his ass muscles were, or how well he used them. He'd clamp down after my outstroke and make me use every bit of my strength to force my cock back inside of him, the strain peeling nerve endings on the both of us only to leave himself open and accepting on my next inward stroke so we could both feel the smooth glide of ragged nerve endings against velvet tissues. Or he'd let me get completely inside of him and then clamp down so hard that he locked my skin in place and I'd have to fuck him inside of my own sheath. Every time I'd slow down he'd prove how active and sensitive his muscles were by mouthing and fingering my cock with the muscles of his ass. I loved to hold the big bulbous head of my cock right in the tube of his anus and feel him go crazy as he played with the flanged intruder with his spastic ass muscles. We fucked and fucked and fucked in a rage of passion and mutual need until I finally sunk my teeth into the back of his neck as my body arched over him in tonic rigidity as my tubes burned with one long hot stream of cum after another pissing outwards into the screaming body beneath me as it was racked with one spermless orgasmic spasm after another. Will thrashing around and screaming and going rigid with each of the powerful orgasms that spasmed uncontrollably through his guts. I finally just held him tightly in place, grinding my tingling cock deep inside of him as his orgasms exploded through his body until he finally collapsed, sobbing and crying and gasping for breath beneath me. Tenderly, I kissed his eyes and face and lips and ears over and over until he calmed enough to close his lips to mine and kiss me with passion turned to love which I returned with all the caring and love and concern that had filled my mind and body to this person who was suddenly so very, very important to me. We kissed and fondled each other until I felt like I had to either get to the bathroom or loose control of my bladder entirely. When I started to move, Will begged me not to pull out. "I'll fall apart and everything will pour out on the bed," he cried, pleading with me to stay inside of him. I swatted him on the ass and rolled him over on his hands and knees, keeping my still tumescent cock inside of him. I scooched us over to the edge of the bed and carefully got my feet onto the carpet. I locked my arms around Will's folded knees and stood up with him in front of me like a vastly overgrown fetus. Will reached behind himself and locked his hands behind my neck to help balance us. My dick worked it's way back up to stiff-buttstuffer as I walked us into the shower area of my tiled bathroom. I let Will's feel slide to the floor but kept an arm across his belly to hold him in place over my swollen intruder. Will sighed, his grossly swollen cock wagging in the breeze as he let go of my neck and I pushed on his shoulders to bend him over at the waist. He put his hands against the tiled wall to support himself as I kicked his feet apart and settled Mr. Cock firmly up Mr. Butt. Rubbing his back with one hand, I reached over with the other and turned on the triple, thermostatically controlled shower heads. I stood there under the warm shower spray, rubbing his back, until my penis finally softened enough that I could release my heavy stream of piss into my little brother. Will felt what was happening and turned his head to stare at me with a startled look on his face. He held that poise briefly and then just hung his head down between his arms as he moaned and spread his feet a little further apart so that he could nest his butt more firmly into my loins. I held onto Will's hips as I leaned back and arched my loins into Will's hard buttocks. My pungent piss was flowing full force into my little brothers guts, roiling around and filling his fluttering body tube. "This'll clean you out good, little brother. That way you won't have to worry about `falling apart' when I fuck you for the rest of the afternoon." "Yes, Bobby. You're just like I imagined. You take care of me just like the big brother I always wanted." "Listen, Will," I said as I continued to piss, "we have to talk this out. But I want you to be my little brother for the rest of our lives. I know this is really fast for the both of us, but having you here feels just like having Willy back, just like he'd never been gone, and I want you to be part of my life from now on." "I think I understand how you feel, Bobby. It's the same for me. It feels like you've always been my big brother and I just haven't know how to find you. But what about Billy? What about my son?" "Don't worry about him. He and my son are best buddies and will love being raised as brothers. We'll throw out all the crap that belonged to that bitch you married and sell your house and you and Billy will move in here with Davy and me. There's more room in this house than we'll ever know what to do with. Besides, I know the boys will want to share a bedroom and you'll be in my bed. I'm not taking any chances on you getting away from me, ever again." I drained off the last of the piss from my bladder and leaned down over Will's back, rubbing his swollen tummy with one hand and pinching first one and then the other nipple until they were as erect as his throbbing cock. I fucked him long enough to turn his guts to mush and to have him shivering all over with one gut orgasm after another. Just before I had to cum I turned his butt into the corner that had the floor drain and slid my cock out of his ass with a lengthy withdrawal. As Will started to empty his guts against the water-washed wall and into the drain, I dropped to my knees under him and took his bloated fat cock as deep into my mouth as I could, working the rest of his loose-skinned shaft in one hand and controlling him with the other hand clenched around his swollen bull-balls. Will dropped his weight so that I supporting him with his abdomen pressed against my forehead and across the top of my head as he grabbed my shoulders for support. He wailed as his cum erupted into my mouth in the same long, powerful streams as the mess leaving his guts. Will finally collapsed on top of me, exhausted, the last of the mess from his intestines running down the back of his legs. I held him in my arms as I stood and kissed him, our tongues exchanging globs of his clotted cum. I finally helped Will wrap his hands around one of the showerheads so he could stand there leaning against the wall with the water cascading down across his body. I cleaned up the mess on the wall and floor before going over to the cabinet and getting out the big enema bag stored there. I filled up the red bag under one of the unused showers and gave myself a nice, filling enema. I refilled the bag and moved over behind Will. I teased him with my hardon and protruding belly. Frottage with the eager and willing Will was some serious fun. I finally quit nibbling at him and held him still with his earlobe between my teeth. I muttered out, "Hold still," and slipped the enema tube gently inside of him. He moaned and leaned his head back against my shoulder when I opened up the water valve. When gravity had completed it's task and he was full of water, I dropped the hose and patted his fanny. I released his ear and went back over to the cabinet and came back with a good sized buttplug. I lubed it up with some of the neutral ph shower gel and slid it up inside his butt. "Don't let go of that!" I said. Moving Will out of the direct shower spray, I started slicking up his body with the shower gel, making sure to fondle him everywhere but especially under the arms and all through his crotch. His feet and between his toes was really ticklish, but heavy pressure on my part and a little tooth gritting on his part saw the cleansing job done. I got him under the showerhead again and rinsed off the dirt and soap in a manner that kept him hard and moaning. Once he was spotless, I moved him out of the shower spray and slicked him up with shower gel again. This time I went over to the sink and took my Wick straight razor out of the alcohol jar and put a new, sterile blade in it. I went back over to Will and rubbed my hand across his chest. With a couple of smooth, casual strokes I removed the small patch of blond hairs from the central valley of his chest. I ran my hands over the bulky muscles of his chest feeling and playing with the skin and his nipples until they were swollen nubs as hard as his dick. Every time I'd find one of the sparse hairs surrounding this teats, I'd reach over with the ultra sharp blade and snick it off below skin level without marking or marring the skin itself at all. Will was leaning back against the wall and moaning with pleasure at all the concentrated attention. I shaved away the hair from his left hand and knuckles and then worked my way up his forearm with the flashing blade. I coursed the blade in smooth flowing strokes all over the jam-packed bulges of his upper arm even though there were only a few tiny fuzz hairs there just because it felt so good to feel him that way. His arm just floated up in the air and stayed there when I guided it. He started really moaning and wiggling slowly around in sensuous pleasure as long, firm strokes of my wicked blade denuded his armpit. As I moved across his shoulders I took the time to trim the hairline on the nape of his neck to the squared off precise perfection that looked so good on him. I kissed him there just because he was so beautiful that I had too. I finished moving behind him and he automatically leaned back against the wall and lifted his other arm so I could shave it as well. He was still standing there groaning and muttering to himself with both arms over his head while I worked my way down his belly, obliterating every trace of the narrow golden glory trail that lead down his belly to his groin as I intently traveled the path to pleasure -- only to stop at the pale haired thicket surrounding the base of the trembling pillar of pleasure itself. Smoothly, kissing his belly in passing, I slid down to his finely formed foot and placed it on my bent leg. The few hairs on his foot quickly disappeared and the thick curls covering his lower leg soon followed. In long swooping curves I deracinated the sparse covering of his upper leg right up to the groin and gibbous swell of buttock. Repeating this on his other leg simply multiplied my fascinated pleasure in exposing and viewing his super-fine body. I replaced the still sharp blade with the pristine keenness of new steel and my blade flickered punctiliously in the light as it mowed down row after row of the proud groin bush that Will presented to me by arching his loins into my face. With utmost care I removed every trace of hair from his pubes and shaft, leaving no hint of stubble to mar his stalwart perfection. He was magnificent. Finely formed. A delicately formed resilient strength that awed me in its powerful masculinity. With infinite care I lifted his testicles and elongated his scrotum as I watched the flickering blade denude this most precious sac as Will rolled his thighs outwards to give me complete, unhindered, trusting access to his most fragile treasure with my surgically sharp blade. I took both balls and the entire scrotum into my mouth so that my sensitive tongue could test for any tiny hair that might have been missed and to coat the entire sac with my warm, healing saliva. Pulling back, I kissed first one, and then the other shining orb and watched the long pendulous sac tick-tock back and forth between Will's spread thighs. He was so beautiful. So wondrously beautiful. I touched Will's inner thighs and he immediately spread his knees and squatted to give me access to his taint. My blade made sensuous motions while removing the last strands of hair from the spread groin above me and the long bifurcated tuberosity of the taint leading back to the crinkled pucker surrounding the rubber dildo that I'd implanted earlier. I twisted between his legs to sit behind him and wipe away the small patch of hair in the small of his back and then the fine down that lightly graced his buttcheeks. Will bent forward as my blade snuck down his crack and under the rubber lip of the dildo to remove the last body hairs from my now very much younger brother. I folded my razor shut and put it in the rain gutter as I twisted back thorough my baby brothers spread legs and bent over form. Gently my mouth took charge of Will's penis, my lips pushing back loose foreskin as my mouth and tongue welcomed the hidden head and it's single weeping eye. Without hesitation I slowly buried the long, heavy shaft in my throat until my face was pressed against the glabrous perfection of Will's groin. As my face moved forward into the hairless playground, my hands moved across the baby smooth buttocks and gently removed the obstructing plug from Will's anus. The plug dropped free and my face nested home at the same moment that Will began streaming fluids from both sides of his body. His arms wrapped around my head as a solid stream of slightly discolored water discharged into the corner drain and a much more opaque and clotted fluid spiraled in long clinging threads down my throat and directly into my stomach. Crying in a high pitched whine, Will emptied his body fluids in an orgasm that he was to remember, and comment on, for the rest of our lives together (right up to this morning at breakfast). I was finally able to get free of Will's embrace and get the both of us dried off and my other needs taken care of. I carried Will's denuded and trembling form back to my bed and made love to him until the boys finally came home. When I got up, Will just laid there, spread-eagled on his belly with my cum leaking out of the puffy lips at both ends of his body. ---End of part 7 This is, of course, not the end of the story, but I have other stories and work to finish. If you are interested in how we formed our family and grew up together, please let me know. If there is sufficient interest I will be happy to continue the story up to the present time. - Jon Too Late. I'm too old ---And alone. Davy ----- Marines have done so much with so little for so long, we can do anything with nothing. ---folk wisdom