Date: Fri, 14 Aug 2015 02:39:11 +0000 (UTC)
From: Db Byron <db.byron@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boys Will Be Boys Part Three M/b Incest

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Chapter Three: "Pride & Purple"

It was the day of gay pride and there was a pride celebration happening at
Dipsticks.  Mark had invited the whole family to come and with the
surprising approval of my Dad, we were on our way.  Jacob and I were
traveling together in my car with the understanding that we'd meet my Dad,
Alex and Raul at the bar.

We were both dressed in our sweatpants, since we wanted to be comfortable
but we also knew it was going to be a long night and that probably before
it was over, we'd be naked.  So wearing something easy to get out of was a
plus.  We each wore our matching gray ones with different colored short
sleeve shirts.  Mine was blue and his was white with the words 'God loves
gays' written across the front of it.

As we arrived at the bar, I slowed down and looked for a place to park.  It
was already getting crowded and the front parking lots of the bar was full.
Luckily, there was plenty of parking across the street at the self-serve
gas station.  I pulled us around passed the gas pumps and into a parking
spot.

Then we each got out of the car and I double-checked that I had everything,
before locking the doors.  While I was busy with that, Jacob was busy
looking around at all the colorful decorations that had been put up around
the gas station and Dipsticks.

Just as I was locking the car doors, I heard Jacob say, "Look over there,
Uncle James."

I turned around just as the sound of an air horn filled the air.  It was so
loud that I nearly jumped as it reverberated off the walls of the gas
station and echoed through the open area between the gas pumps.  It had of
course come from a big red firetruck, that was parked at the gas station,
near the edge of the road, facing Dipsticks.

Seeing it brought a look of excitement to Jacob's face but it was seeing
the sexy firemen who had come with it, that brought a look of excitement to
my face.  There were about six of them and they were some of the hottest
looking fire fighters I'd ever seen.  In fact, a part of me wanted to rush
home and set something on fire, in hopes that they would be the ones to
come and put it out.

Even just staring at them was almost enough to give me a hot flash.  I
could feel my skin heating up and my balls shifting in my sweats.  Of
course, that could also have been due to the heat of the sun, that was
shining down on us at the time.

Before I could get too hot though, Jacob asked if we could go over and
check out their truck.  Which I was more than happy to agree do.  We walked
over to them and they invited us to have a look around.  They were each not
only sexy but also very friendly.  You might even say, gay friendly.  As
they were all wearing rainbow buttons pinned to their blue work shirts.

It wasn't long before Jacob was being lead into the back of the cab by one
of the men, who seemed all to eager to get close to him.  I watched from
outside as he showed the boy around the inside and Jacob waved at me.  I
hadn't seen him that happy in a long time and it was great to see.

Meanwhile, while as I was watching him enjoying himself, I felt a hand grab
my ass.  I turned to my right and saw Roger, the owner of Dipsticks,
standing there smiling at me.  He was dressed in blue jeans, a short sleeve
shirt and a cowboy hot.  I didn't remember seeing him in his hat before but
I thought it looked really good on him.

"Glad you could make it."  He said as he gently groped my ass through my
sweats.

"Thanks for inviting us."  I replied with a grin.

"It's good to see you brought the little queer with you too."  He said, "I
wasn't sure he'd ever get to come back after the last time.  Must have
taken quite a bit of wrangling with your Daddy to get him to let that
happen, eh?"

I winked at him and replied, "I wish I could say it was all me but it was
really a group effort."

"Oh?  Why don't that surprise me?  Seems like ya'll are all about groups."
He said, "You ever do one on one?"

"Sometimes..."  I replied.

Then he snapped the waistband of my sweats and said, "There's hope for me
yet then."

I blushed and he winked at me.  It was strange to have my Brother's boss
hitting on me like that but for some reason, I couldn't help but find it a
turn on.  Roger was a good guy and his heart was in the right place most of
the time.  He sort of reminded me of my Dad in a few ways and I think that
might have been part of the reason I enjoyed his company.  Well, that and
his forwardness.

He wasn't afraid to come right out and tell you what he wanted.  A quality
I really liked about older men like him.  Not to mention the fact, that he
looked sexy in his cowboy hat.  However, before I had a chance to get all
dreamy eyed with him, he told me he'd talk to me later and excused himself
to walk around the firetruck and over to some tents that had been set up
for the various vendors; Who had come in hopes of making a few bucks off
the crowds.

They were lined up in a row, in the grass, along the road.  I couldn't tell
what all they were selling from where I was standing but it looked like
your run of the mill pride shirts, bumper-stickers, flags and other such
pride items.  There was one on set up towards the very end that seemed to
have drawn Roger's attention.  I watched as he walked down to it and I
could have sworn he'd picked up a dildo or something off the table.  But
since it was so far away, it might have been something else.  Of course, it
had sparked my curiosity and I knew I'd have to get a better look at it
just to be sure.

I was about to start walking toward it, when I saw a very large RV come
driving up the road from the direction of the off-ramp to the interstate.
The large diesel pushing pulled up to the entrance to the parking lot and I
recognized the driver instantly.  It was none other than our Raul and he
had my Dad and Alex sitting beside.  Alex waved to me and I waved back as
they pulled into the parking lot of the gas station.

The RV was really too big to park in any of the parking spots and so Raul
was forced to park it on the grass nearby.  Once it was parked, I walked
over to it and they opened the door.  The second it flung open, Alex jumped
out and into my arms.  I held him for a moment and gave him a hug, before
setting him down on the grass.

He was dressed in the pajamas our friend Olivier had given him.  The ones
with the firefighter uniform imprinted on them.  Which was perfect really,
since the very next thing he did was to look over at the firetruck.  His
little eyes grew wide and he started smiling from ear to ear.  It was so
cute to see him all excited.

Before he could even ask us if he could go and check it out, we heard Jacob
yell, "Alex!  Over here!  Come check this out!"

An the boy took off running to join my Nephew.  He ran, jumped and danced
around with excitement as he approached the firetruck.  A few of the
firemen got a real kick out of his enthusiasm and were quick to take him in
hand to show him around.  Jacob followed along as the men gave them the
full tour of the equipment.

While I watched them from a distance, my Dad stepped into the doorway of
the RV and down the steps.  He was dressed in his gray sweatpants and a
plain white t-shirt.  I moved over as he joined me outside, just as Raul
came down the steps next.  He was dressed in a pair of thin gym shorts and
a matching sleeveless gym shirt.

He closed the door to the RV and walked with us to the front, so we could
keep a better eye on the boys.

Then he said, "Looks like we're going to have our hands full with that one,
mate."

My Dad nodded and replied, "Yeah, I thought he was gonna be the easy one to
keep tabs on.  Guess I was wrong."

I grinned and said, "Well, at least there's two of you to keep an eye on
yours.  I've only got me to watch mine."

"You got Mark...  Where ever he is."  My Dad replied.

I looked around and said, "Pfft.  Yeah, exactly."

Then he patted me on the ass and said, "I guess maybe you two need to
figure out a game plan.  Starting with finding him."

"Oh, yeah?  An who's gonna watch Jacob, while I'm gone?"  I asked.

"We'll watch him, smart ass.  Just don't take too long."  He said.

With that, I nodded and went to look for Mark.  I figured he'd probably be
in the bar, so I crossed the street and headed for the front door.  There
were already a lot of people gathered around out front as I walked up.
Some were just walking up and down in front of the place.  While others
were clearly pairing up into groups and making their way over to check out
the vendor's booths.

I made my way through the crowd and inside; Where I expected to see Mark
behind the counter.  However, instead his other boss Bruno was there
bartending.  It looked like he was busy as he worked to make drinks for the
crowd of men that had surrounded the counter.  As I walked through the
crowded bar room in search of my Brother, I happened to glance into the
men's room.

It was there in the long mirror, that I noticed a fireman talking to
Nathan, the bar's go-go boy and standing beside them was Mark.  Our eyes
met from across the room and I walked in to talk to him.  As I came through
the open doorway, I could hear Nathan flirting with the fireman and I knew
the man was way out of the kid's league.

I squeezed passed them to stand by Mark, before giving them a condescending
look.  Neither of them noticed of course but I had something in mind that
might better catch their attention.  Mark had his cock out taking a piss at
the trough urinal.  Which gave me opportunity to lend a helping hand.  I
reached down and grabbed hold of it, while he pissed and leaned in close to
him, planting a very passionate kiss on his lips.

That was all it took to get the other two to look over at us and they took
the hint.  They made the polite decision to leave the room, while my
Brother and I made-out together.

It was as they left, that I turned and said, "Amateurs..."

Mark laughed to himself and I smiled at him as I felt his cock grow hard in
my hand.  Soon his 7" cut was nice and hard, and I was happily stroking it
for him.

"You're early."  He said casually.

To which I replied, "An you're hard."

"An who's fault's that?"  He asked with a smirk.

I shot him a devilish grin and continued to stroke him.  It felt so good to
feel his cock in my hand, that I didn't want to let go.

It was then, that I noticed some shaving cream and a razor on the sink and
asked, "You shave in here?"

"Not exactly."  He replied, "I was getting Nate ready for work.  He's gonna
have an ass like a Wookie when he's older.  Someone's gotta keep it in
control until then."

The thought of my Brother shaving some kid's ass made me smile and I said,
"Come to think of it, I could use a shave...  And a fuck."

I knew from how busy it was out by the counter, that Mark probably wouldn't
get a break for quite some time.  Plus having his hard cock in my hand had
me wanting it inside me.  Luckily I was wearing my sweats, which he grabbed
hold of and yanked down to my knees.

Things were moving fast and he was in a hurry.  So I let go of his cock and
bent over for him, right there at the sink.  He was quick to move in behind
me and I felt him press the head of his cock to my cheeks.

"What?  No shave first?"  I asked jokingly.

"No time.  Fuck first, shave later."  He replied as he guided the tip of
his cock between my cheeks.

His shaft was so hard I could almost feel it throbbing as he brought it to
bare against my waiting hole.

Before I knew it, I felt him shove himself in deep and it made me weak at
the knees as I let out a moan, "Ohhh!  Ohhhhmmm!!!  Mmmmmmm!!!!"

Then he grabbed my hips to steady me and went to work fucking my ass.  His
hairy balls slapped against me and it turned me on.

"Yeah, Mmmmmm.  Fuck me little bro."  I moaned.

It was always hot having my own Brother's cock up my ass but having him
fucking me in public made it even more exhilarating.  I gripped the edge of
the sink with my bare hands and held on, while he pounded my ass bare.  In
the heat of that moment, there was nothing between us.  As our dad had told
us all the time growing up, 'sex between family must always be skin to skin
or else how can the love go in?'

He of course was right about that and I wanted Mark to fill me with his
love, before he'd have to start work.  I could tell by the way he was
thrusting, that he was determined to get a load off inside me and I pushed
back to meet each of his powerful thrusts.

At the pace he was working my ass, it didn't take long before he was
calling out my name, "Ohhhhhmmm, James!"

"Mmmmmmmmm!  Give me that hot load."  I moaned.

"Yeah?  Yeah you want it?"  He asked, "I'll give it to you.  Mmmmmmm.
Gonna put it all the way up your ass."

"Yeah, Mmmmmmmm."  I moaned.

Next I felt him pull my hips hard against him and he slammed himself balls
deep as his cock throbbed and his cum spurted into my hungry hole.

"Auuuggghhhmmmmmmm!!!!!"  He groaned and his body shook.

He had me breathing hard and I could tell he was about out of breath as he
laid his head down on my back.  He didn't have much time to relax but at
least waited until his cock had gone somewhat soft again, before easing
himself out of me and tucking it back into his jeans.

Then he reached over and grabbed some paper towels to wipe my ass with.

After he'd cleaned me up, he kissed me and said, "Thanks, dude.  I totally
needed that."

I grinned and said, "Anytime, bro.  That's what big Brothers are for."

We kissed one last time, before I pulled my sweats back up.  Then he picked
up the shaving cream and razor, and I followed him back out to the main
room of the bar.  As we walked back into the crowded room, I couldn't help
but smile at the thought of having my Brother's cum inside me and no one
there had any idea.  The very knowledge of that made it special and thus
even more enjoyable.

I stood by the men's room doorway for a few minutes, basking in my own
afterglow, until I'd totally forgotten why I'd come in in the first place.
Before I had a chance to ask him how we were going to keep an eye on Jacob,
he was returning to his place behind the counter to begin work.  It looked
like he had a huge crowd to keep him busy and the last thing I wanted to do
was distract him further.  Besides, between the hoards of thirty men and
the go-go boy shaking his ass from atop the counter; Mark had more than
enough to keep him distracted.

So I slowly made my way through the crowd and back to the front door of the
bar.  All the while hoping that none of my Brother's fresh load would
accidentally leak into my sweats as I walked.  Thankfully I made it outside
and back across the street to the gas station without incident.

It was there, that I rejoined my Dad, Raul and the boys at the firetruck.
The men were gathered around listening to the music that was playing over
speakers nearby and watching Alex and Jacob as they explored the
firefighting equipment with the help of the handsome and helpful firemen.

I'm sure if any other kids had shown up, the firemen would have been just
as willing to show them their truck as they had been Alex and Jacob.
However, to the surprise of many, our two boys were the only two to arrive.
There weren't even any homeless kids around.  You know, the ones that had
been rumored to hang around the gas station all the time.  It appeared that
they had all been chased away or something to make the place more appealing
to the crowds of the day.

While we stood around watching the boys and the crowds my Dad asked, "So,
you guy's figure out how you're gonna do this?"

I didn't have the guts to tell him that Mark and I hadn't yet discussed
that yet, so I put on my best poker face and replied, "Yeah, we're gonna do
it in shifts.  I'll start first and then later on he'll takeover."

"Uh, huh."  He said and looked over at Raul.

"What?"  I asked.

"You're lying."  He said.

"What you talking 'about?"  I asked and put my hands on my hips.

He reached around me and very aggressively shoved his hand down the back of
my sweats.  I felt his thick fingers probe around the crack of my ass and I
raised up on my tiptoes.

"What the hell!?"  I gasped and reached back, pulling his hand away.

Then he pulled his finger to his nose, sniffed it and said, "MmmHmm.
You're a goddamn liar...  Suit yourself.  But if anything happens to my
Grandson, you'll have more than cum britches to worry 'about."

You could just imagine the look on my face when he said that.  I blushed
and looked around nervously.  I couldn't believe he'd just done what he'd
done, right there in front of everyone.  Strangely enough, no one seemed to
notice.  But it was still embarrassing as hell.  Of course, it wasn't as
embarrassing as knowing that he'd just caught me a lie.

I took a deep breath and said, "Don't worry, I've got this."

He glanced back over at Raul again and that's when I noticed, Alex was no
longer following Jacob around.  My Nephew as standing at the front of the
firetruck talking to some fireman but Alex was no where to be seen.  I felt
my anxiety begin to spike as I glanced around, looking for him.

Just then, I spotted him out of the corner of my eye, standing beside our
friend Bear; Who was standing at a large BBQ grill, in what looked like
just a chef's apron.

I smirked and said to my Dad, "I don't want to scare you but um, where's
your boy at?"

My Dad turned and looked toward Jacob in a panic and said, "Dammit."

Raul joined him in looked around but neither of them seem to spot the boy
right off hand.  I could have let them go into a real panic but instead I
decided to help them out and smiled as I pointed towards the grill.  They
followed my finger and finally saw him.

"Not so easy is it?"  I asked with a big smile.

My Dad rolled his eyes and said, "This ain't a game you know."

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Eh, suit yourself."

Even though he was trying to support my Dad, Raul couldn't help but smirk
at the thought that I had just shown my old man up.  I watched as the two
of them walked over to join Alex and Bear beside the grill and I called for
Jacob to come over to me.  He politely excused himself from the
conversation he was having with the nice fireman and joined me in walking
over to the grill.

Bear looked over at us as we approached him and started sharking his hips
to the music that was playing, while he jokingly started singing along, "My
hot dog brings all the boys to the yard and they're like, it's longer than
yours, damn right it's longer than yours, I'd show 'you' but I might get
charged."

It was funny to hear him making up his own words to the song and they were
clever at that.  We all started laughing and the boys even started dancing
along with him.  Jacob was by far the best dancer out of our group but Alex
was definitely twerking his little butt to the music and I remember
thinking, that if Bear's hot dogs didn't bring all the boys to the yard
than Alex's tiny gyrating butt sure would.

The group of us relaxed and chilled out by the grill for a bit; While we
waited for Bear to grill us up some hot dogs and burgers.  He'd apparently
been at it for awhile before we arrived and had run through the first batch
of food already.  So he was having to wait for a fresh batch to cook.  He'd
also run out of sodas but luckily Roger was already working to get more for
the guests.

During the wait, we sat down at some tables that had been setup in the
shade of the canopy over the gas pumps.  As we sat there talking and
watching the crowds walking around, Roger came out of the gas station with
a metal dolly, carrying several cases of soda and water.  It looked like it
was heavy, so Raul got up to help him.

The bodybuilder towered over the cases of drinks as he helped move them
from the dolly and over into a large cooler, that was sitting beside the
grill.  As a thank you for helping him, Roger handed him a 6-pack of soda
and he brought it over to our table.

Then he tore the cardboard case open and handed each of us a can.  The boys
quickly went to sipping on them as we waited for the food to come up.  A
few minutes later, Bear lifted the top up on the grill and the smell of
food filled the air.  That's when we knew we were really hungry.  I
remember feeling my stomach rumble as I inhaled the scent of the fresh
grilled burgers.

We patiently watched as he pulled the food off the grill and placed it onto
serving trays; Which Roger then took in hand and placed on another today.
Before the crowds could rush the table, he waved to us to come over and we
did.  He kindly prepared us each a plate and we returned with them to the
table to eat.

"Mmmmmm, it's soooo good." Jacob said with his mouth full.

"MmmHmm!"  Alex said mumbled with his mouth full.

My Dad, Raul and I watched them enjoying their meal as we joined them in
eating.  It was really good food and it wasn't long before we were stuffed.
By the time we were done, the crowds had moved in to get their hands on the
fresh grub and we got up to allow them room to sit while they ate.  My Dad
and I cleared our trash from the table and Raul insisted that we go into
his RV to wash up.

I didn't really see a need to so, so I respectfully stood my ground on the
issue and simply wiped my hands with some napkins.  My Dad felt the same as
I did and decided to stay outside with me, while Raul took the boys inside
to wash up.

Once they were far enough away so as not to hear us, I asked my Dad, "Is he
a clean freak or something?"

My Dad shrugged his shoulders and replied, "I don't know.  I think he might
have OCD or something."

OCD being Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.  Which often caused people to
become insistent that things be kept a certain way or very clean at all
times.

"Hmm, maybe."  I said, "Does he get like that a lot?"

"Let's just say after fucking he demands everyone take a shower."  He
replied, "An between you and me, I can't stand it."

I chucked to myself and said, "Yeah, I know how you are.  There's no point
in 'doing the nasty' if you're just gonna take a shower right after and
wash all the stank off ya."

"Damn right, boy."  He said with a grin, "Daddy raised you right.  Nothing
like going to bed all filthy and smell'n of the dick."

I smiled listening to him talk like that as we shared a rare semi-public
moment of Father/Son bonding.  He and I were very much alike in the way we
thought as one would expect from a Father and Son.  We continued to talk
for a few more minutes, until Raul returned with the boys.  Then I asked if
anyone wanted to go with me over to the vendor booths to have a look
around.

It peeked all of their interest and we made our way over to the row of
tents to have a look at what they were selling.  The first couple of
vendors were selling pride gear.  Mostly rainbow colored clothing and
accessories.  Some of the stuff was cool and creative but a lot of it was
your run of the mill shirts, hats and bags.  Nothing really worth spending
the outrageous price they were asking for them.

Raul tried not to insult the vendors but a few times I heard him mentioned
that he could make a lot of the same stuff with clothes dye.  He had a good
point.  I mean, some of it was nothing more than tie dyed rainbow colors.
Which was very easy to do.

However, as we came to the last vendor it became clear that none of us
could produce what he she was selling.  Well, not unless one of us learned
how to mold plastic.  Because just as I had thought, she was selling sex
toys.  They were spread out on display across the tables beneath the tent
and quite impressive.  Not only were they details but some of the dildos
looked very creative.

Although she did seem a little unnerved when the boys wanted to get a
closer look at a few of the items.  My Dad had to assure her that it was
alright and that they were in the presents of their family.  She
reluctantly allowed Jacob to examine a couple of the larger dildos and he
seemed fascinated by one in-particular.

It was bright purple in color and had the strangest shape of any dildo I'd
ever seen.

As he held it up for me to look at he said, "I don't think this one's
human."

"I don't know.  They do come in all shapes and colors you know."  I said
with a grin.

That caught the woman's attention and she had to say, "No, he's right.
It's an alien phallus."

"Oh my..."  I said softly as I felt myself beginning to blush for some
reason.

I slowly placed it back down on the table and stepped back embarrassed as
she said, "I take it you've never been fucked by an alien?"

"Um, well, um.  Not exactly."  I said nervously.

That's when my Dad chimed in and said, "Space alien, no.  Illegal alien...
Hmm, a few times that I know of."

"Daddy!"  I gasped, "Good lord..."

The woman smiled and I had to walk away to spare myself any further
embarrassment.  I loved how my Dad would speak his mind but this was one of
those moment, where I really wished he hadn't.  Then I made my way around
to the opposite side of the tent and casually looked at a few other more
normal dildos.  Sure they weren't as interesting looking but I was too
ashamed to admit in front of everyone else that I thought the alien one's
looked like a lot of fun.

Fortunately for me, as I stood there veining interest in the regular sex
toys a man standing beside me at the table, turned to me and said, "You
haven't experienced out of this world sex until you've had an alien phallus
shoved up your rectum."

My eye's popped open wide and I turned to look at him.  It was then, that I
recognized who it was standing next to me.  I may have only seen him a few
times before, but I couldn't forget the face of my Nephew's new school
teacher, Professor Hawk.  Being a Native American, he had a very
recognizable face with long jet black hair that ran all the way down the
length of his back.  Not to mention the fact, that he really stuck out in a
crowd since he was the only one there; Who was wearing a poncho.  I didn't
even think they made ponchos anymore but there he was in a dark brown
poncho with flowers on it.

Honestly, he looked like a hippie.  Seriously, if I didn't know better I'd
say he's just stepped out of one of those old movies from the 60's or
something.  He stood there very casually holding one of the dildos in his
hand as he stared into my eyes, deep and penetratingly.  I wanted to look
away but I just couldn't break his stare.

Thankfully, Jacob came to my rescue as I heard him say, "Hey, Grandpa look
who it is."

To which my Dad replied, "I see who it is.  Go over and say hello, boy."

Then Jacob came rushing over to us and formally introduced me to his
teacher.  Like I said, I'd only seen him around a few times but had never
actually been introduced to him.  I only knew him from seeing around the
Blue Crane and from what my Dad had told me of him.  He seemed like a very
nice guy and he had a way of looking at you, that just drew you right in.
I felt almost like a moth being drawn to a flame as I talked to him.

In fact, I was so captivated by him that Jacob and I spent the next few
hours following him around.  During which time, we talked about all sorts
of things.  The Blue Crane, my Nephew's school, and of course what had
brought the man to the pride festival.  My Dad had already told me of his
experience at the Blue Crane one day, when he'd come to pick up Jacob and
caught the boy sucking off a fellow student, while Professor Hawk watched.

So of course, I had my own preconceived notion of what had brought him to
the pride celebration.  But I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt
and let him explain himself.  He explained to Jacob and I, that he was a
very open-minded person; Who had been raised in the peace and love
generation of the 60's, and because of which, he'd always felt a connection
to the homosexual lifestyle.  He made it sound as though he was more
curious than experienced but as we would later learn, he was keeping a
great deal of information about his personal experience to himself.

It was probably for the best as we were openly discussing things as we
walked among the crowds.  So I didn't pressure him about the details and
just let him open up on his own terms.  Naturally, it wouldn't be fair of
me to ask of him anything I wasn't willing to talk about myself.  So Jacob
and I told him what we felt comfortable telling him as we walked around,
until the sun began to set.

At which point, Jacob ran back to the RV for a bit to play with Alex.
While Raul and my Dad sat inside soaking up some air conditioned as they
waited for a more appropriate time to take the boys into the bar.  They had
planned to go in early but the crowds were still rather large.  So they
decided to wait until it was closer to closing time to go over.

Meanwhile, Professor Hawk and I made one last lap of the area and had a
final look at the various dildos at the vendor's booth.  The woman was
getting ready to close up for the day but when the two of us continued to
look at the purple alien dildo, she couldn't resist offering it to us at
half price.  It was a very tempting offer and before I had a chance to
really consider it, Professor Hawk handed her the money.

She placed it in a bag for us, along with a sample size packet of lube and
handed it to him.  He thanked her and handed it over to me.  I held it and
blushed.  I wasn't sure what to think about him giving me a gift.

That is until we'd walked away and he said to me, "You think your Nephew
will like it?"

"My Nephew?  Jacob?  Um, I don't know.  Maybe."  I replied bewildered by
his question.

"I'm sorry, man.  I just assumed you had him in mind when you were checking
it out."  He said.

"What makes you think that?"  I asked in a curious and nervous tone.

He grinned and winked at me; Which gave me the immediate sensation, that he
knew something he wasn't willing to reveal to me.  At least not yet.  Which
of course, had the effect of making me even more curious.  He already had
me following him around like a lost puppy dog, hanging on his every word
and I didn't think there was much else he could say that encourage me to
pursue him longer.

However, that would be a complete underestimation on my part.  Because once
darkness had fallen and the crowds had all but gone, he and I came to talk
by the patio of the bar.  There we stood beside the gate as I held the bag
in my hand and he leaned against the fence.

While we talked, I faced the end of the bar where the front door was
located and saw Roger as he stepped outside.  He looked aggravated as he
picked up his cell phone and started to call someone.  Even though I was
trying to listen to Professor Hawk, I couldn't help but eavesdrop on the
man.  From where I was standing, it sounded as though he was calling Nathan
but his call was simply going to voice mail.  An each time it did, he'd
leave an angry message before hanging up and trying again.

He did this many times, before the Professor said, "James?  Are you
listening to me?"

I turned my attention back to him and replied, "Oh, sorry.  I was just..."

He turned around and looked at Roger as the man walked passed us and in
through the gate.

"He must be saying something more interesting than me."  The Professor
said.

An I had to correct him, "No, not at all.  It's just late and I was, well,
I was eavesdropping."

He nodded and said, "Yes, that you were."

I felt bad but I couldn't help being nosy.  I didn't know Roger well but it
wasn't like him to be upset.  Something was definitely getting to him and I
was wondering what it was.  I apologized to Professor Hawk and the two of
us brought our conversation to an end as we looked around.

By this time, the parking lot was nearly empty and I knew it had to be
getting late.  As we looked around in the glow of the street lights, we
noticed my Dad, Raul, Alex and Jacob making their way back across the road
from the RV.  They looked like they were on a mission as they headed toward
the front door of the bar and Jacob broke from the group to come over to
his teacher and I.

"What's up, kiddo."  I asked.

"Grandpa said it's time to go in.  Are you coming?"  He replied.

That's when I glanced down at the bag in my hand and said, "Um, actually,
your teacher bought you a little something and I thought maybe we could try
it out."

"Oh?  Neat."  Jacob said and stepped closer to try and sneak a peek into
the bag, "What is it?"

Professor Hawk grinned and said, "Come around back and we'll show you."

With that, Jacob and I followed the man around the corner of the building
and into the back private parking area.  Where he lead us passed the
backdoor of the bar and through the grass to a tree, and over to his
vehicle.  Which as it would turn out, was a real blast from the past.  No
lie.  The guy had himself a hippie van, an old school, vintage Volkswagen
van straight out of the 60's.

It didn't occur to me at the time but for a guy who supposedly had never
been to Dipsticks before, he he sure seemed to know the protocol for
parking after hours.  As we approached his van, even in the moonlight I
could see that it had all the flowers and rainbows painted on the side of
it.  Just as you would imagine a van from those days to have.

Then he slid the side door open to reveal the interior.  I could smell the
heavy scent of marijuana as it came rushing out from inside.  It felt like
a tidal wave of weed had just hit me in the face.  However, once it passed
I stuck my head in and took a good look around the inside.  It was very
dark, since all the windows had apparently been tinted or blocked out from
the inside but I could just about make out the carpeting in the moonlight
being cast in through the open door.

I reached down and felt it to confirm what my eyes suspected.  Indeed, it
was the thickest shag carpet I'd ever felt or seen, in a dark burgundy
color and it covered practically every square inch of the interior.  As I
looked around, I could see that there was a matching burgundy colored
curtain or drape hanging across the front, behind the driver and passenger
seats.  An to the back of the van, there was a bed.

Naturally, Jacob was quick to notice that and he climbed inside to get a
closer look.

"I hope you don't mind the smoke."  He said.

"Nah, it's alright.  I do it sometimes socially."  I replied.

"You smoke sage?"  He asked.

"Sage?"  I asked.

"Yeah, man.  It leaves a heavy scent on everything."  He said.

"Oh, is that what that is?"  I said.

"What did you think it was?" He asked coyly.

An I answered, "Weed."

He chuckled to himself and said, "Nah, man.  I might be a 60's love child
but I'm unfortunately deathly allergic to the wacky weed."

"Oh, well, alright."  I said as I stepped inside to join my Nephew, "So no
getting high for you then."

"I wouldn't say that, man.  I totally get high.  On love...  An LCD."  He
said with a grin.

With that, I gulped and eased myself into the small carpeted van, along
side my Nephew on the bed.  Where we sat quietly and listened as the
Professor came in and pulled the door closed behind him.  That's when I
placed the bag down on the floor at my feet and began to feel my way around
in the darkness.

It wasn't long before my hands quickly discovered Jacob's thigh.  I
squeezed it and he let out a giggle, right before the lights suddenly came
on.  Then we sat back and looked at the man who was now on his knees a few
feet in front of us.  His poncho curled up on the floor as he scooted
himself over to us.

"Just look at the two of you.  You are what the peace and love generation
was all about, man."  He said.

Jacob and I looked at each other awkwardly.  But then we looked back
towards the man as he reached out to us, placing his hands on each of our
knees.

"May I be so bold as to ask you two to kiss?"  He asked.

Jacob and I looked at each other awkwardly for a moment and the man said,
"It's alright, you can trust me."

"It's not that I don't trust you, I just didn't expect you to ask that."  I
said, "What makes you think we're that kind of family?"

He looked straight at Jacob and the boy reached over, taking my hand in
his.

"I know all about your love."  The man said, "I think it's beautiful.  It's
natural.  It's how family love was meant to me expressed."

It was then, that I realized that my Nephew had apparently been doing some
talking at school and had revealed more about our family dynamic than I
thought he would.  I just hoped he had made a wise decision by opening up
to the man.  The two of us sat there at the center of the man's undevided
attention as he waited for us to grant his request.

On the face of it, it might have been an odd request but given who he was
asking, it was indeed harmless.  So we gladly leaned in close and kissed
each other on the lips.  I had a feeling he wanted to see a real kiss and
not just a peck, so I put my hand on the back of my Nephew's head and
proceeded to give him a deep passionate kiss with tongue.

"Mmmmmm."  Jacob moaned softly.

"Oh, man that's real love.  Pure, natural, family love."  The man said,
while we kissed for him.

It felt strange putting our incest love on display like that but I could
tell Jacob didn't mind too much.  Perhaps he even had been waiting for the
opportunity to show his teacher, that he was telling the truth about our
love for each other.

Then as we brought our kiss to an end, the man said, "It's great that you
two let the love in.  Love knows no limits man, no boundaries.  Where
there's a will, it finds a way."

There was something in his phrasing that sent a chill up my spine.  It
sounded so surreal coming from him for some reason.  We sat there quietly
smiling at each other as if under a trance of some kind and the man ran one
hand up Jacob's inner thigh and a second up mine.

"I've seen love do things.  Big, huge things, in small, tiny places."  He
said.

"You've seen big love at work in small places, hmm?"  I asked curiously.

"Oh yeah, man.  It's incredible."  He replied.

"Was it your love, may one ask?"  I asked coyly.

The man smiled and replied, "It's been my love many times."

"From what my Nephew tells me, you have a lot of love to give."  I said
with a grin.

That brought a big smile to the man's face and he lifted his hands from us
to take off his poncho.  He set it aside to reveal his all natural, fit,
naturist physique.  He was fit for his age but not overly defined or
muscular.  Well, what we could see from behind the thick body hair that
covered him.  It was so dense and jet black, that it covered him like a
shag carpet.  An he had it all the way from his bare ankles, right up to
the small of his back; Where is wrapped around the front to spare only his
back.

It was like looking at a forest of hair.  But even as dark and dense as it
was, it couldn't hide the 10" uncut cock, which hung majestically between
his legs.  It was literally dragging the floor as he sat there on his
knees, exposing himself to us.

Which was our cue to join him and get naked.  We each stripped off our
shirts and sweats, before sitting back down on the bed to admire him some
more.  Jacob kept giving me that, 'See, what did I tell you?' look.  An for
my part, I kept looking.

The man was a wild animal trapped in a human's body, desperately trying to
escape I tell you.  The staring and admiring of each others bodies went on
for a few moments, before the Professor finally returned his hands to us.
Only this time, he placed them on our inner thighs as he scooted closer to
us.


Jacob and I watched as the man's hands made their way up to our genitals
and then gently began to fondle us while he spoke, "You both honor me with
your presence here.  It's rare that I am in the company of two kindred
spirits, who've traveled the the road seldom traveled and often neglected,
even discarded by those without the true desire to uncover the wonder which
awaits them."

His hippy ramblings caught me off guard but I'd later learn, that he often
spoke that way in class.  So Jacob was used to it.

"Back home on the reservation, our elders teach our young the ways of love.
It is common for Fathers to teach their Daughters the ways of loving their
future husbands.  Sometimes in the presence of their Mothers or
Grandmothers.  Daughters always learn this way."  He explained, "However,
less common are the teachings of Sons in the ways of loving their future
wives."

"When I was just a boy, I was taught that this was because Sons were born
from the souls of animals.  Which brought with them the instinct to breed."
He continued, "It wasn't until I grew older, that I learned not all Sons
are born of breeding but rather are born to be bred.  An just like the
Daughters, they had to be taught the ways of love by their Fathers.  Often
in the presence of their Uncles, Brothers and Grandfathers."

"My Uncle James put his love in me."  Jacob said proudly, "...And my Daddy
and Grandpa."

The man listened and nodded.

"Yup, he's the family love child."  I said with a grin.

Jacob smiled.

"Love child, Mmmmmm."  The man moaned, "I must admit, nothing conjures up
memories of the 60's like the thought of a beautiful, little, naked, love
child."

Then I felt the Professor move his hand away from cock as he focused his
full attention to my Nephew.  He inched closer between his spread legs and
began to fondle the boy more aggressively.

"You know I nearly passed up the chance to teach at the Blue Crane, in fear
that I might become overwhelmed with what I found there."  He said, "Such
precious, young, innocent little boys calling upon me to give them my ear.
To teach them all they need to know in this life in order to succeed.  All
the while fighting the urge inside me to teach them their place in the
great scheme of things.  Their place in a man's world."

"But from that very first day of class, when I saw those lustful little
eyes staring back at me from across the room.  I knew I'd made the right
choice."  He continued, "An when I tested you and you exceeded all my
expectations.  I knew you were the one.  You were the most unique, special,
and most unlike any student I'd ever laid eyes on before."

Jacob blushed.

"If we were on the reservation, I'd most certainly have to inquire about
your breeding status."  The man said, "Of course, knowing what I know now.
There's no denying you were born to be bred, like an animal, preyed upon by
a beast, and your asshole ravaged till it bleeds like a bitch in heat."

"Oh man, Mmmmmm."  Jacob moaned.

I watched and listened as the man seduced my Nephew and molested him in
front of me.  The boy spread his legs wider and breathed heavily as his
Professor rubbed his stiffening cocklet for him.  Soon it was solid and
standing straight up like a small steel spike.

Suddenly, he threw his head back and began shivering all over.  He was
experiencing an intense dry orgasm at the hands of his Professor and I
couldn't believe my eyes.

"Ohhh!!  Ohhhh!  Ohhhhhhhhh!!!"  He moaned wildly.

The man continued to aggressively fondle him throughout the duration of his
orgasm and didn't stop there.  Jacob was breathing so hard and fast, that I
wasn't sure what was going to happen next.  I watched as the man carefully
took hold of the boy's left leg with one hand, while continuing to fondle
and masturbate him with the other.

Then he lifted my Nephew's leg in the air, placing the palm of his little
foot against his hairy chest to keep it elevated.  The boy's toes curled as
the man gently released his grip on him leg and ran his fingers over the
Jacob's puffy butt hole.

"Ohhh!  Ohhhhmmmmm!!!!"  Jacob moaned and immediately began to have a
second dry orgasm.

His body tensed up and he shivered from head to toe.  He wasn't even out of
that orgasm, before the man started to rub his thumb over the boy's hole
and slowly began to press firmly against it.

"Ohhhh!!!!  Ohhhhhhh!!!  Ohhmmmmmmmmm!"  Jacob moaned.

"That's the spot isn't it?  Your little love button."  The man said, "You
like when I press it that?"

Jacob nodded and moaned, "Ohhhh, yes!"

"How about when I punch it?  Like this..."  The man asked and shoved his
thumb up inside the boy's hole.

Jacob let out a gasp, "Ahhhmmmmmm!"

An I reached my hand over and caressed my Nephew's chest as he lay there
shivering in the grip of yet another dry orgasm.  I don't think I'd ever
seen him experience back to back orgasms like that before.  It was wild and
intense.  The long it went on, the more his Professor thumbed his hot,
rosebud hole, until Jacob came to the point of crying.

Tears ran down his face as the man worked his little butt hole and
masturbated him.  I couldn't imagine what he was feeling but if I had to
guess, I'd say he was in the grip of so much pleasure that it actually
hurt.

"Feels good?"  The man asked.

"Ohhhh!, Ohhhh!, Ohhhh!, Yes!"  Jacob cried.

Then the man moved the hand that was masturbating the boy down to join the
one fingering him and slipped a second thumb up inside him as he massaged
and stretched Jacob's hole.  The went shivered with pleasure and breathed
faster and faster.  While all the while tears continued to stream down his
face as his entire body went to shaking and shivering wildly.

The man smiled and moaned as he said, "Look at him dance, Mmmmmm."

I was watching and couldn't take my eyes off of my Nephew; Who was crying
in ecstasy and shivering uncontrollably.

Then the man started to sing softly, "Lying here, with your Uncle near.
Only you and you can hear me when I say softly, slowly, open wide tiny
dancer.  Open wide and dance for me."

The boy was under his spell and unable to stop himself.  He was at the
mercy of the pleasure being driving by his Professor.  His hole had two
thumbs inside it, stretching it wider by the second.  There was no telling
how it felt and Jacob was unable to tell me.  He just gave in to the
feeling as the man did things to him, that his little mind couldn't yet
comprehend.

"Tiny dancer, you'll make it big, you'll go far.  Let's see you reach,
reach for the stars."  The man softly sang as he shuffled himself to the
edge of the mattress.

Judging by the way his cock was sticking straight up between his hairy
legs, I expected him to mount the boy.  However, in my haste to see him
fuck my Nephew I'd completely forgotten about the bag, laying at my feet.
Luckily, the Professor had it very much on his mind and reached down into
it, pulling the large, strange shaped purple dildo out.

Jacob's eyes got huge as he saw the massive phallic object come into view.
I watched as the man rubbed it around the boy's hole, while he tore open
the packet of lube and smeared it all over it.  Then he tossed the packet
to the floor and began forcing the alien phallus up inside Jacob's hole.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!!!"  The boy cried out.

However, the man didn't stop until it was buried deep inside, filling the
small gaping void and freeing the man to take further control.  He took
hold of Jacob's legs and spread them as wide as he could as he worked every
inch of the toy up inside him.

"Ohhhhhh!!!!!!!!!"  Jacob cried and squirmed.

It was incredible to see such a strange alien penis working it's way deep
into my Nephew's hole.  Not to mention, knowing that it was his school
teacher doing it made the visual even more exciting to behold.  There was
lust between them and little else as the man began sliding the alien
phallus in and out of the boy's hole.

I could feel my own cock throbbing as I lay there quietly observing.  He
held Jacob's thighs tight and began to pound him mercilessly with deep,
deliberate thrusts.  It was a animalistic, raw, savage fucking and there
was no preventing it.  It was meant to be.

Jacob was surrendering his hole to his teacher for him to use and abuse.
It might not have been the student/teacher fuck session I had anticipated
but it was just as incredible to see.  I stroked myself hard as I watched
the two of them enjoying each other.

Suddenly, I felt my load working it's way up my shaft and moaned, "Mmmmmmm!
Oh shit, I'm gonna cum!"

"In his mouth.  Don't waste it!"  The man said and I reached over grabbing
my Nephew's hair, pulling him over to my cock.

He rolled onto his stomach and took me into his mouth.  An I felt my load
explode.

"Aaaauuuggghhhmmm!!!"  I groaned.

Jacob sucked and swallowed every drop of his Uncle's hot man seed from my
balls.  All the while, his teacher continued to hammer his tiny bubble butt
with the dildo, until he abruptly withdrew it to spread the boy's cheeks
and examine his gaping rosebud hole.

Jacob whimpered softly as he licked me clean, before his teacher asked him
to sit up for him.  He sat up on the edge of the bed and looked at his
Professor; Who got up from the floor and stood in front of him.  His
massive cock was pointing straight up toward the ceiling and his balls were
turning almost as purple as the dildo.

Which he handed to Jacob to hold and said, "Your homework assignment."

Jacob nodded and replied, "I'll study every night."

The man smiled and took hold of the boy's hand, placing it on his powerful
cock and said, "Study hard and keep your grades up, and this reward you'll
receive."

Jacob smiled with anticipation and said, "Oh they'll stay up.  I promise.
They'll stay up."

After hearing their exchange, I remembered what my Dad had told me about
Jacob being rewarded in school.  An it became clear that his teacher had
discovered a unique way of keeping my Nephew focused on his education,
among other things.

Once all was said and done, Jacob and I got dressed and Professor Hawk
showed us to the door.  We said our goodbyes and thanked him for the
homework assignment; Which Jacob proudly carried with him back to the car.

It was a long walk but soon we arrived at our car, parked in the gas
station parking lot.  I unlocked his door and he got in.  Then I closed the
door and walked around to the driver side to get in.

It was then, that I heard someone's voice behind me in the darkness,
"Leaving without saying goodbye?"

I turned around and saw Roger standing there under the overhang of the gas
station looking back at me.  I honestly thought he was going to make a move
with my Nephew and so with his safety in mind, I approached the man; In
hopes of maintaining the distance between the two.

"Yeah, I figured it was about time we headed home."  I said, "The party was
great though.  Thanks for inviting us.  We had a lot of fun."

He stepped closer to me and I could smell the alcohol on his breath as he
said, "You and your little queers are always welcome."

"I appreciate that."  I said.

Then he reached around, putting his hand on my ass and grabbed himself a
piece of my cheek.  I couldn't help but be pulled closer to him and he
sniffed my neck.  Though honestly, I think he was trying to look over my
shoulder at Jacob sitting in my car.

"You weren't planning on taking him home without a goodbye hug from me, now
were you?"  He asked.

"Well, it's really late and we need to get back home."  I said nervously.

An he responded with the most aggression I'd ever seen from him, "What you
need is my dick up your ass, faggot!"

That's when it got a little scary.  Roger put his hand on my neck and
turned me to face the wall of the gas station.  Then he pulled my sweats
down and I heard the fly of his jeans unzip.

"This ain't funny!  Get the fuck off me, Roger!"  I yelled in a panic.

I guess Jacob must have been watching and saw that things were getting out
of hand; Because as I struggled with Roger, we suddenly heard my car horn
blow.  Not once, not twice but many, many times.  An when that didn't seem
to get Roger's attention, the boy began flashing the headlights.

Although it still wasn't enough to stop Roger from continuing his assault.
However, it was enough to get the attention of my Dad and Raul; Who came
running out of the RV, buck naked and with fists in the air.

"James!?"  I heard my Dad ask in shock.

An I yelled back, "Daddy, help!"

That's when my Dad ran up and grabbed Roger by the back of his shirt and
pulled him off of me.

"Get off me!"  The man protested.

But my Dad wasn't about to let him go and threw his arms around him,
placing him in a powerful bear hug as they wrestled around.  It was then,
that Raul came charging up to issue a powerful gut punch, knocking the wind
right out of the guy.  As the air rushed out of his lungs, Roger locked
eyes on me and my Dad released his grip on him, allowing him to fall to the
ground.

He fell face down on the pavement; Where he laid there for several minutes,
before finally regaining the strength to move.  During which time, my Dad
and Raul checked on me.

"Are you alright?"  My Dad asked.

"I'm ok, I'm ok."  I said as I tried to calm myself down.

Then he asked, "What the hell happened?"

"I'm really not sure.  I think he's drunk, he probably doesn't mean any
harm but fuck...  I mean, I just didn't expect that from him."  I replied
at a loss for words.

While we talked, Raul noticed Roger beginning to move and put his foot on
the man's back to hold him down.

"You're done, mate."  He said as he stared down at Roger.

I didn't know what to do but I wanted to get home more then, then ever.  So
my Dad assured me that he would take care of everything and told me to get
in the car.  I wasn't about to argue with him and practically ran to my car
to join Jacob.

Once inside, I started the engine and pulled us out of the parking lot.
The last thing I remember seeing was my Dad and Raul dragging Roger away
from the gas station and back across the street to Dipsticks.

I can't tell you how lucky I was to have Jacob with me that night.  His
quick thinking had possibly saved me from being brutally raped or worse.
An I can promise you, I made sure he knew just how much I appreciated his
quick action in my time of need.

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