Date: Mon, 21 Dec 2015 13:00:38 +0000 (UTC)
From: Db Byron <db.byron@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boys Will Be Boys Part Eight M/b Incest

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Special Edition - 100th Chapter: "Through Their Eyes"

Dear Reader,

We have come quite a long way in the journey of Jacob and his Family &
Friends.  It feels as though it was only yesterday, that Uncle James was
telling us how he put the love inside his young Nephew Jacob.  It was in
'My Nephew Jacob', that he introduced us all to the unique world of incest
and man/boy love.  An we followed the pair as they engaged in promiscuous
sexual encounters with family, friends and strangers alike.

Until the day a younger boy entered the scene in 'Adopted Out', during
which our imagination was stretched to it's limits and our virgin
minds-eye's were forced open to witness the domination and manipulation by
Grandpa John of his adopted Grandson Alex.  At times it was hard to
envision but visualize we did as Alex struggled and resisted his
overpowering adoptive Grandfather's sexual advances.

An though through this painful experience, which left some us feeling
guilty and others horny; One would think there was no place remaining for
any sort of intimacy to survive.  An that's when we were once again
relieved to find that in 'Jacob's Playhouse' there was indeed a sturdy
love, built upon a solid foundation of mutual understanding and lust
between an Uncle and his Nephew.  It was that powerful lust, that enabled
their love to grow and blossom into a magnificent, beautiful rosebud.

It wouldn't be until young Jacob began questioning his loving Uncle James
about the times before he was born, that we would be hearing those tales
come to light in 'Jimmy's Bedtime Stories'.  These one-off, brief and
spontaneous glimpses into young Jimmy's life as a boy Jacob's age, would
finally show us what lead the naughty Uncle to become the man he had turned
into.

Then just as we thought we'd heard it all from John and James, along came
Mark's own personal perspective as he revealed to everyone the dark and
seedy things that happened behind the walls of 'Dipsticks'.  The dive bar
along an empty stretch of road outside of town, would become a staple for
the family and their friends.  A place many of them would frequent after
dark and well into the after hours.

However, no matter how filthy the floors of the old bar room were, they
paled in comparison to the filthy mind of Grandpa John; Who was continuing
to warp and bend his little adopted Grandson Alex to his whims.  Soon the
boy would surrender to the demands of his older male lover and with the
help of some very generous older friends, we would evolve with him as his
training began to take shape in 'Alex In Training'.

Although the sex slave of John's dreams was already well on his way to
becoming perfection, least we forget it was Jacob who was already so far
passed that point, that he was quickly turning into the
cock-loving-gutter-slut that James and Mark had longed to breed.  After
all, it was in 'Boys Will Be Boys' that we came to realize that the two
brothers had created a little sex monster.  One that couldn't get enough
cum down his throat or up his ass to satisfy his cravings but was all the
while becoming old enough to share a little glimpse of the world with us
through his eyes.

An that brings us to this, the 100th chapter in Jacob and his Family &
Friend's story.  During this special centennial edition of their story; We
will travel through the gates of the Blue Crane Nudist Community, into the
kitchen of the Pepperoni Phallus, around the dark corners of Dipsticks, and
return to where it all began at the family's home by the lake in the woods.

So without further adieu, let us begin...

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Located nearly an hour from the home of John, James, Mark, Jacob and Alex;
We find the large gated community known as the Blue Crane.  It's a nudist
commune, well off the beaten path and obscured from view by the high brick
walls of the multi-acre estate.  Only with the swipe of a key card can it's
residence gain entry to the grounds, where nudity is strictly enforced and
open-mindedness is strongly encouraged.

This is where we find Grandpa John, age 63 and his adopted Grandson Alex,
age 6.  They are in the middle of a visit with their close family friend
Oliver, in his loft apartment.  It's a quiet, little abode, that once was
called home to another of the family's close friends before his passing
some years ago.  Tom, the previous owner, was a great trusted friend of
Olivier's and after his passing, he entrusted the home to his old friend.

Olivier was a kind Frenchman, who had left his native France at the wishes
of Tom in order to inhabit the apartment.  Since then, he's become good
friends with the family at the heart of our story and has even offered a
home to young Alex's pet crayfish; For whom resided inside a fishbowl, that
sat on the end table in the man's living room.

An that's where the three have gathered, on this warm fall day to talk and
share in each others' company.  The conversation seemed a bit consolatory
for some reason but don't take it from me, I'll let John tell you in his
own words:

After receiving a phone call from our friend Olivier, Alex and I arrived at
his place in the hopes of comforting him.  You see, he'd just gotten word
that his Son and his Son's fiance had been injured in a terrorist attack
back home in Paris.  The news came as a shock as you might expect but
thankfully they were expected to survive and together with their little boy
Baptiste, were planning to make a visit to the U.S.

I reckon that decision came in response to the tragic incident as they were
probably both thinking about how close they'd just come to being killed and
they were suddenly feeling the need to be close to Olivier.  After all,
none of us knows when are time is going to be up.  So we best make the best
of it in the time we have and spend as much quality time with our loved
ones as we can.  At least, that's the takeaway I got from listening to him
talk as Alex and I sat on the couch with him, while the boy showed me the
Crawfish he'd 'rescued' from the lake.

It was a relatively small Crawfish and it's probably a good thing too,
because I loved to eat them.  Freshly grilled or boiled Crawfish was
practically a southern delicacy around these parts.  If I'd have known they
had them crawling around the bottom of the lake at the Blue Crane, I'd have
brought a net with me and scooped up a few for supper some day.

However, the very thought of eating the little thing terrified Alex and he
begged me never to eat another one again.  Not that, that was ever going to
happen.  His pet might have been small now but if it grew to a healthy size
I might consider grilling it up.

Just to mess with him, I picked it up out of the fishbowl and held it to my
mouth and said, "Nom, nom, nom."

"No, Grandpa!  Stop it!"  The boy yelled and snatched the little critter of
my hands, "You can't eat him!  He's my pet. I love him."

I rolled my eyes hearing that and said, "He's a little shit anyway.  Not
worth grilling him...  Not yet anyway."

Alex placed it back in the bowl and said, "No, you can never eat him.
Mr. Olivier, you won't let him, right?"

Olivier smiled and nodded as he replied, "He's safe in my home.  No one
will eat him.  Not even your Grandpa."

An with that, the boy hopped up from the couch and carried the fishbowl
back over to the end table; Where it had been sitting before we arrived and
gave Olivier a hug before returning to have a seat beside me.

"So, have they decided on when they plan to come visit?" I asked, in
reference to Olivier's family.

The man shook his head and replied, "No but I believe they will come before
Christmas for sure.  It will make for a wonderful holiday."

"Yeah, I'm guessing it will."  I said and put my arm around Alex, snuggling
him up against me, "I for one am looking forward to meeting this little
Grandson of yours."

That brought a smile to Olivier's face and he said, "Oh yes, he's an
adorable young boy.  So full of life and good thoughts.  He is the sweetest
and gentlest."

Before he could finish his sentence, I heard his voice begin to crack and I
knew he was thinking back on how close he'd come to losing his family back
home.  I put my hand on his leg to comfort him and he seemed to appreciate
the gesture.  He was a great guy and I hated to see him upset like that.

However, I also understood how he felt.  If something like that had
happened to any of my family I'm not sure how I would have reacted.  But I
can tell you, I wouldn't be sitting on some couch sulking about it.  I
probably would have been at the gun store picking up a few rounds and
preparing to take the fight to those heartless bastards in the desert.
Thankfully for Olivier, his government wasn't afraid to take action on his
part and had begun carpet bombing the desert sands of Syria.

It was all over the news here in the states and it really drove home the
fact, that we were living in very dangerous times.  The world sure wasn't
like it was when I was growing up and a part of me really worried about
what kind of place it was going to be by the time Jacob and Alex had
reached my age.  That coupled with the changing weather, really scared me,
you know?  Here it was fall and it felt like mid-summer outside.  It was so
warm in fact, that we didn't even want to go outside and enjoy it.  An
instead we'd chosen to sit in the air conditioning until it cooled off some
out there.

It wouldn't be until the evening, that Alex and I eventually ventured back
outside with Olivier at our side.  To take his mind off of things, we all
headed down to the pool and splashed around in the water for while.  We
weren't the only ones with the idea and found ourselves surrounded by a
crowd of our fellow nudists as they basked in the waters of the local
watering hole.

It was very relaxing and fun to see so many others there.  None of which
gave me the usual evil eye.  Which was rare and quite unexpected.  What was
even more unexpected though was seeing Kevin sitting in a lounger with some
little fat kid and his Mother.  I recognized the two from an earlier
encounter and knew the kid had been a bully to my Grandson in the past.

However, he was now silent as he sat with Kevin's hand on his back and his
Mother beside him.  She looked like a lard-ass herself but for some reason
she had been welcomed into the warm embraces of Kevin; Who I had never seen
with a woman aside from Nancy.  I knew he was bisexual but I really thought
he had better taste than that.

I mean, sure Nancy wasn't the sexy blonde she was in her youth but where
her looks had failed her, her filthy mind had made up for in spades.  She
was one kinky bitch with a heart of bronze.  An she was in no way a fat-ass
like this kid's Mother was.  That broad looked about as fat and lazy as
they come.  So whatever she had that had drawn Kevin to her was beyond me.
Nevertheless, they looked content as they sat there bathing in the setting
sun.

Before any of them could call me out for staring at them, another familiar
pair came walking by and distracted my attention.  I watched as Max and
Damien made themselves comfortable at the edge of the pool and Alex swam
over to greet them.  That's when Damien got in the water with him and the
two swam around for bit, while Olivier and I made our way over to chat with
Max.

It wasn't the longest of conversations but than again, I didn't care to
talk to Max for all that long in the first place.  I had only decided to
say hello, because he had been so nice to me over the Labor Day Weekend.
We discussed the weather and few other irrelevant topics, before Alex came
Damien came tugging at my side.  They wanted me to horseplay with them and
I gladly obliged.

I grabbed Alex by his waist and lifted him up over my head, before tossing
him back into the water.

"Weeee!!!"  He squealed and splashed down in the middle of the pool.

"Me next!  Me next!"  Damien yelled and I picked up him.

He weighed a little more than Alex, so it took more force to get him up
over my head but I managed it.  Then I tossed him into the water and he
made an even bigger splash.  No sooner than he'd hit the water, had Alex
returned to me for another go.  I picked him up and repeated the process of
tossing him into the pool.

"Whahoo!"  He yelled and splashed down in the water.

This went on for a good 20mins or so.  By which time, I must have tossed
each of them a good dozen times.  An it was beginning to wreak havoc with
my back.  They could see it was causing me distress and decided they'd had
enough fun for the moment.  I was grateful for that as it allowed me the
opportunity to rest for a bit.

I had a seat on the steps of the pool, where I waited and relaxed; That is
until I happened to notice my buddy Raul, wandering his way around the
perimeter of the pool area and I got out of the water to join him.  He had
his portable massage table with him and looked to be headed back toward his
apartment with it.

"Hey, buddy."  I said greeting him.

"Hello, mate.  Wasn't expecting to see you here today."  He said and
offered his hand to shake.

I shook it and replied, "Nah, I know.  We came to have a word with Olivier.
He was pretty upset when we got here but he seems to be doing alright now."

"Oh?  Is it the news from Paris?"  He asked and I nodded, "I hope he hasn't
lost someone."

"No but he almost did.  They're in the hospital now but should be fine.
They're planning to come visit here soon I guess."  I explained, "I was
just telling him how much I'm looking forward to seeing that Grandson of
his."

"Oh, yes?  The very wee lad, eh?"  He asked with a grin.

"That's the one."  I replied with a smile.

I think we both had the same thing on our minds when discussing Baptiste
but neither of us were about to admit it.  Well, at least not in the
company of others.  Raul understood me on a level like no one else and so
it only took that knowing look on my face to let him know what I was
thinking.

The next think I knew, Alex came rushing over soaking wet and hugged my
buddy's leg.

"Well, hello lad."  Raul said with a smile, "Have a good swim?"

"Hehe, Yup!"  Alex giggled, "What'cha got there?"

The man looked down at his massage board and explained that he'd just come
from giving a client a deep tissue massage but that he was now headed back
home for the night.

"I think my Grandpa needs a massage now."  Alex said as he looked up at me
and I ran my hand through his wet, golden blonde hair.

"Yeah?  You're back bothering you again, mate?"  Raul asked.

"When isn't it?"  I replied with an uncomfortable look on my face.

That's when Raul looked down at the boy and said, "Well, my hands are a wee
bit tired but maybe I can give you a brief lesson, so that you might be
able to relieve your Grand Papa's pain sometimes."

With that, Alex nodded and smiled, and the three of us made our way around
the pool area as we circled around back to the other side of the sidewalk
that lead to Raul's apartment.  Shortly there after, we arrived at his
place and my buddy lead us inside.  He flipped on the lights and Alex
followed him, while I closed the door behind us.

Then I joined back up with them in the middle of the living room and waited
as Raul setup his massage table.  Once it was ready for me, I laid down on
it and he scooted a chair over close, so that Alex could stand up on it.
That's when I felt a squirt of oil hit my back and two sets of hands began
to rub their way around my lower back.

"Mmmmmm!"  I moaned.

"There you go, lad.  Nice and slow.  Just like that."  I heard Raul say,
"An don't be afraid to get down there real low.  That's where he hurts the
most."

An that's when I felt Alex's tiny hands move down my hairy ass cheeks,
before coming to a stop just below the cleft of my ass.  There he massaged
my thighs, while Raul worked my shoulders.  I'm not sure how massaging
above and below the most painful parts of my back was suppose to help but
it sure had my 6.5" cut cock stirring.

I could feel it growing harder and pressing against the table beneath me.
Which caused me a bit of discomfort to say the least.  Thankfully my buddy
noticed and reached his hand down behind the crack of my ass to grab hold
of me by my hairy balls.  That caused me to arch my stomach and allowed him
to pull my growing shaft out the other end of me.  It laid down against the
table, throbbing hard as Raul and Alex both continued the massage.

A few moments later, I heard Raul softly say, "Reach down there and give
that a feel too, lad."

I could sense the hesitation in the boy's movements but he eventually eased
his tiny hands down between my thighs and ran his fingers over the length
of my thick shaft.

"Ohhmmmm!  Mmmmm!"  I moaned and squirmed.

His tiny fingers felt incredible on my most sensitive bits and I heard him
giggle, "Hehe.  He likes that."

"That he does, lad."  Raul said and moved his hands back to my lower back.

There he began to deeply and intensely massage the part of my back that
actually ached.  An that sent waves of relief throughout my body.  That
coupled with the feel of the boy's hands on my engorged cock, had me
leaking precum all over the man's massage table.  I almost felt guilty for
making a mess of it but there was nothing I could do to control myself.  It
all felt so overpowering and pleasurable, that I couldn't help but let
things play themselves out.

Finally, after what felt like nearly an hour, my buddy asked me to roll
over onto my back and as I did, my cock came springing up.  By this point,
it was almost purple in color from being forced to lay down like it had.
The sight of it caused Alex to draw back from it but Raul was quick to
reassure him.

"You know what he needs now, don't you lad?"  The man asked.

Alex nodded slowly but didn't appear to be very enthused about giving me
what I so badly needed at that moment.

So Raul said to him, "Go on then.  Give it a good, long sucking."

Then the boy slowly and reluctantly leaned down to taste my cock, while
Raul stepped around to the back of him and placed his hands on Alex's back.
I watched as he began to massage the boy's body and that seemed to reassure
him a bit further.

Soon, Alex had his hands around the base of my shaft as he sucked and
licked me; While Raul attentively massaged his tiny legs, back and
shoulders.  It didn't take much to get the boy to spread his legs as he
stood there hunched over me with his feet in the chair as he sucked my hard
cock.  An my buddy took the opportunity to reach down and caress the boy's
tiny hairless ass.

"Mmmmm!  Mmmmmm!!!"  Alex moaned.

"That's a good lad.  Suck it now.  Suck it while I finger your wee arse."
Raul said and proceeded to slip his oily-middle-finger up the boy's
asshole.

"Ahhh!  Ahhmm!  Ohhh!"  Alex whimpered and I reached over, pulling his head
down to my cock.

My hand rustled his long blonde hair as he continued to suck me, until I
finally felt my load of cum beginning boil up inside me.

A few seconds later with Alex's mouth wrapped tight around the head of my
shaft, my hot globs of seed gushed into his mouth and down his throat.  He
gagged and choked on it but still managed to swallow most of it.

"Auuugghhhmmm!!!"  I groaned.

I don't think my load had even finished filling his little lips, before
Raul was easing his finger back out of the boy's hole in order to suckle at
the taste of his tiny asshole on his fingertip.

"Mmmmmm!"  The man moaned as he sucked his finger clean.

Having then pumped my little boy full of spunk, I brushed his hair from his
face and he laid his head down against my spent cock.  He licked his lips
and I smiled down at him.

"You did a good job, boy.  I've never felt better."  I said and looked to
my buddy, who was quietly eyeing Alex's tiny, bald rear end.

He didn't have to say anything; Just from the look on his face I knew he
wanted to slip him the cock and I was eager to see him do it.

I caressed Alex's head of hair and said, "I think someone would really like
to massage your little boy pussy."

With that, the boy turned to Raul and softly asked, "Can we go to the gym
after?"

That brought a smile to my buddy's face and he nodded.  Then he stepped
closer and I watched as the man reached his hand down to feel the boy's
tiny ass.  It looked gentle and sweet from the way Alex stood there in the
chair and pushed his ass back to meet the man's oily fingers.

"I'll make it quick.  I'll even let sit on it nice and slow if you like."
Raul said with a seductive grin.

The boy lifted his head and slowly nodded to give his permission.  Not that
Raul needed it or anything.  He could have just as easily picked the little
fucker up and raped him for all I cared.  But this was a rare test of the
boy's willingness to please.  So without resistance, Raul helped the boy
down from the chair and lead him over to the couch.

There, my buddy had a seat with his legs spread and awaited his little
rider to come straddle his muscular cock.  I rolled over onto my side and
watched intently as Alex climbed up onto the couch and crawled over on to
the man's lap; His tiny bare ass brushing gently across the powerful, hard
7.5" cut cock.

"You're such a lucky lad to have a Grand Papa who understands what you
need."  Raul said as he gently placed his hands on the boy's waist to
steady him, "It's not every wee queer, that has the chance to get buggered
so young but it's every wee queer that needs to be buggered."

Hearing that, I remember thinking that never a truer word had been spoken.
My buddy had hit the nail right on the head with that statement and I
couldn't agree more.

However, I also couldn't help but add my own insight on the subject and
said, "You got that right, buddy.  Every little gay boy needs a dick up
their ass.  Sooner the better.  No point in waiting 'till their old enough
to decide on it.  Every good parent knows the signs early."

"Agreed, mate.  You knew straight away that this one was in need.  He's
fortunate you didn't wait."  He said as he caressed the boy's bare ass
cheeks and gently eased him back and forth over the length of his shaft.

"Only wish I'd gotten my hands on him sooner."  I said with a devilish
grin, "He's already missed a few years if you ask me."

That really peaked Raul's curiosity and he looked to me as he gently
prepared Alex for fucking.  His oily fingers slipped between the boy's
cheeks and rubbed his tiny hole as he sat there straddling the bodybuilder.

"That's why I'm so anxious to meet Olivier's Grandson."  I continued,
"Someone should be raising that little French fry right and fucking him
daily already.  None of this waiting till he's old enough for school and
crap.  He's ready now."

Raul nodded his head in agreement as he finished prepping Alex's hole and I
watched as his cock spasmed with eager anticipation of what was to come.

Knowing that I was helping to turn my buddy on, I said, "Given the chance
I'll sit him on my Eiffel Tower, Mmmmm!"

"I think I might like to see him riding my Big Ben, Mmmmm!"  Raul moaned
and patted Alex on his ass one last time, before preparing to mount him,
"What you say, lad?  You ready to sit on Big Ben?"

The boy nodded reluctantly but raised his ass up for my buddy to guide his
rock hard cock between his cheeks, until it found the hole.

"Ohhh!  Ohhmmm!"  Alex whimpered and I knew it was time.

"There you are, nice and slow now.  Let it in."  Raul said and the boy
slowly and carefully eased himself down onto him.

I watched as the man's shaft disappeared between the boy's cheeks and the
sound of soft crying filled the room.  Alex was breathing fast and trying
to adjust to the intrusion of his tiny fuck hole.  It was slowly opening
him up and it hurt all the while doing so.

Raul kept his hands on the boy's ass cheeks and gripped them tight as he
allowed him lower himself down fully.  Soon, his shaved balls were pressing
tight against the boy's hairless ass and I knew he was taking it good and
deep.

Next, Alex put his hands on my buddy's powerful pectoral muscles and cried,
while he was lifted and dropped repeatedly onto the throbbing hard cock
being driven up his tiny ass.

"Ahhh!  Ahhhh!  Ahhh!"  He cried, "You said you was gonna go slow!  Ahhh!
Ahhhmm!  Ahhh!"

"I said I'd let you sit slow but you're going to to ride hard.  It's what
you need, lad.  You're wee arse demands it.  Take it!"  Raul replied and
continued to bounce the boy.

I loved seeing him using all his powerful muscles to use the boy like that.
The sight of seeing such a large, muscular bodybuilder with my tiny adopted
Grandson at his mercy was almost enough to make me hard again.  An it
probably would have, if I hadn't fed the little fucker a thick load only
moments ago.

Nevertheless, I was beginning to ooze precum like mad and I used it for
lube as I stroked myself, while my buddy watched.  It wasn't long before he
had the boy sobbing as he thrust up into his tiny hole in tandem with his
riding motion.  Each deep thrust brought with it a labored cry from Alex,
who was now hanging on for dear life as the man ravaged his ass.

"Such a demanding wee arse, Mmmmm!  It needs buggered roughly, violently,
mercilessly."  The man said as he slammed the boy down hard and his shaved
balls slapped against Alex's tender opening, making a squishing sound as
they sloshed in his anal juices, "That's it, work your hole.  Grip me now!
Show your Grand Papa how powerful your glutes have become."

With that, I watched as the boy's tiny ass cheeks tightened and I could see
just how well defined his tiny muscular ass muscles were becoming.  It was
obvious from that, that his workout routine was definitely paying off.  It
wouldn't be long before he had the ass of a gold metal winning bottom-boy.

The thought of it which, was enough to send me other the edge unexpectedly.
Without even thinking, I suddenly orgasmed again.  This time all over the
massage table and I could see just how thick and creamy my load was.

"Auuughhhmmm!  Fuckkk!"  I groaned.

A few seconds later, I was joined by my buddy as he groaned with pure
pleasure, "Ohhh!  Ohhhh!  Take it, lad!  Take it!!!!  Ohhhhhmmmm!!!!!"

That's when he slammed the boy down one last time and held him firmly in
his lap as his cock spewed it's hot seed up inside his tattered fuck hole.
Alex was riveted to the spot as he clawed at the man's chest and cried
himself silly.  Seeing him sobbing like that, after having his little ass
abused made it all worthwhile for me.

My balls were spent and I found myself collapsing on the massage table in a
pool of my own cum; With Raul panting heavily as he held Alex close and
caressed his tiny hairless body compassionately.  After all that, I don't
think Raul nor I was feeling motivated to go to the gym but we had pretty
much agreed to it; So once Alex finally felt up to it, we did eventually
make our way around to going.

-

An there you have it, another cum-filled evening at the Blue Crane;
Courtesy of the oldest and youngest members of our favorite family.
However, that's certainly not the end of our tale.  Oh no, not by a long
shot.  You might say it was just the tip of the cock, for all the way back
in the quaint small town; Where the family lived and worked, we find James,
age 31, hard at work at the Pepperoni Phallus.

The small pizzeria, nestled in the middle of the strip-mall/plaza along a
busy road on the south side of town; Was teaming with customers as James
and his boss Jerome worked at a furious pace to keep the orders filled.
The pair weren't the only two working but for them it certainly felt as
though they were.  A lone waitress was waiting tables and the businesses
co-owner was of little help as he sat in the back office filing papers.

This had the making of a distressingly busy night for the newest little
pizza restaurant in town but don't take my word for it, let James tell you
in his own words:

For a Friday night, it was busy as hell at the Pepperoni Phallus.  There
were orders coming in over the phone and walk-ins trampling over each other
to get inside the doors.  I had only just hung up the phone to hand the
next ticket to Jerome in the kitchen, when the phone rang again and I had
to take it with me as I walked into the kitchen.

"Thank you for calling the Pepperoni Phallus, this is James my I take your
order?"  I said as I handed the ticket to Jerome, before turning right back
around and stepping back through the door to the counter.

"Hey, James it's Mark."  The voice said on the other end of the line and I
breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm so glad it's you.  Man this place is off
the freak'n chain tonight."

"Tell me about it, man.  That's why I'm calling.  Roger wants to order 10
pizzas for tonight.  5 for the warmer and 5 to hand out as soon as they get
here."  He said, "The place is packed and we need a substitute for beer,
since one of our kegs just ran dry.  We've still got lots of the cheap shit
left but that crap tastes like winkle-piss.  No one will buy it unless they
can get something with it to wash the nasty taste out of their mouth."

Hearing that made me laugh but I knew what he talking about.  The cheap
beer they had on tap at Dipsticks was tantamount to ice cold urine.  It was
really nasty and I could completely relate with his customers demand to
have something on the side to get that taste out of their mouths.

I grabbed my ticket book and said, "Alright, so that's 10 pies.  How you
want 'em?

"I don't care.  Just as long as they're hot and ready to eat when they get
here.  Just throw something together.  You know what we like."  He replied.

I was so glad he was keeping it simple and I thanked him for it.  Then I
told him I'd bring them with me when I got off and that I loved him, before
hanging up the phone again.  Just then, our waitress came rushing passed me
and I handed her the ticket and told her to pass it on to Jerome.

No sooner than he had made her way through the door to the kitchen and
handed him the ticket, did I hear him yelled, "Ten!?  Are you kidding me!?

Feeling as though he was about to freak out, I stuck my head into the
kitchen and said, "Those are for me, there's no rush."

"Thank damn God."  He said and slammed a jar of marinara sauce down on the
table in the middle of the room.

I could tell he felt overworked and he wasn't the only one.  I had my hands
full taking orders, while our waitress on the other hand was walking around
mostly trying to look busy.  She was also about as ditsy as they come, so
she was little to no help most of the time.  So why Jerome felt the need to
keep her on was beyond me.  An to make matters worse, the co-owner was
sitting in the back office doing so-called paperwork.

Although I'd been in that office a few times and I can tell you, there
wasn't even a filing cabinet in there.  So what the hell he was really
doing, I had no idea.  All I knew he was that he'd been back there all
afternoon and most of the evening.  He might have seen him come out once or
twice to use the restroom but aside from that, he hadn't lent Jerome nor I
a hand in the least.

With Mark's pizza order now on the back burner, that left Jerome and I to
get the rest of the orders out to our customers.  Over the next hour, I
must have handed out a good two pizzas and another twenty or so baskets of
hot wings.  This had to have made this Friday one of the busiest days I'd
ever worked.  An by the time closing time had finally rolled around, I was
completely exhausted.

The lobby was still packed as I walked to the front door and turned off the
open sign.  Not that, that encouraged anyone to want to leave though.
Hell, I think once the sign was out some of them must have thought we were
staying open just for them; Because a large number of them hung around for
nearly another 20mins.

During which time, I helped our waitress clean up and bus the empty tables.
She didn't care too much for the help though, because she was under the
impression that I was going to ask for some of her tip money in return.
However, by that time of the evening, that was last thing on my mind.  I
just wanted to get the place cleaned up so I could get the hell out of
there.

Regardless, she made it a point to bitch and complain about my help; That
is until I finally had, had enough of her lip and I told her that she was
welcome to stay all night if she wanted to, because if the lobby wasn't
clean by 11pm I was leaving her ass there to do it all herself.  That
seemed to get her motivated and she began to rush around like a chicken
with it's head cut off.

No lie, she must have ran passed me at least six times on her way back and
forth between the lobby and the kitchen.  Our remaining customers must have
taken that as a hint that it was time for them to call it a night; Because
it wasn't long after that, that were asking me to ring them up at the
register.

I made quick work it and soon I had them out the door was eagerly locking
it behind them.  Once they were all gone and the lobby had been cleared,
our waitress and I finished up a few last minute things up front, before
heading to the back to wash dishes.

Of course, that's when Jerome started his usual flirting and shit.  An it
wasn't long, before few dishes were getting wash but everyone was getting
wet.  By that I mean, Jerome and our waitress had began splashing each
other with the soapy water from the sink.  I wasn't about to get in the
middle of it and stood back behind the center table, safely out of the way.

That's when I happened to notice Mark's order ticket hanging on the rail,
over the oven and I said, "If you two are just gonna screw around, I'm
gonna get this order together."

Jerome turned around to me and said with a grin on his face, "What you know
'bout screwing 'round?"

"Enough to know it takes more than two hands to stroke your cock."  I
replied with a smirk.

"Oh hell, no."  He said, before a burst of laughter filled the air.

"Hahaha!  He wishes!" Our waitress said as she rubbed up against Jerome,
"He's got you telling lies about his big pepperoni now?  Huh, James?"

That's when I realized just how ditsy the girl really was.  Not only had
she completely missed the point of my remark but she honestly thought
Jerome was lying about the size of his cock.  Although to be fair, a lot of
guys did lie about their size.  It just so happened, that in Jerome's case
truth was stranger than fiction.  But why on Earth the girl didn't question
how I would know how big it was, caught me by surprise.

"He ain't tell'n no lie, girl.  This here the real fuck'n deal."  He said
and pulled her to him, grabbing her ass through her black work pants.

"Oh!  Mmmm!"  She gasped, "That's what all you black men say."

At which point, Jerome glanced over at me and I just shook my head as I
rolled out some dough on the table.

"You don't believe a nigga got the business?"  He asked and she just rolled
her eyes at him, "Fuck this.  We 'bout to go out back and see how it
measure up."

"Whatever..."  She said but Jerome had, had enough of her not taking him at
his word.

The next thing I knew, he was dragging her out of the kitchen by her wrists
as Jerome stormed his way to the back fire exit door.  It was around the
corner and out of my line of sight but I heard him unlock it and it close
behind them as they stepped outside.  I knew it couldn't be reopened from
the outside and that eventually they would have to come around to the front
door to get back in or else they'd have to knock and hope that either I or
the co-owner would let them in.

However, I was busy making my pizzas for Mark and wasn't about to be
bothered with their childish nonsense.  I had all ten pizzas ready for
baking and was just placing them in the over, when I heard someone call out
to me.  At first I thought it was Jerome by the sound of the voice but when
they called out my name a second time, I realized it was too low of a voice
to be his.

"What?"  I asked and closed the door on the oven.

Then I waited for someone to answer me but they didn't.  Instead, they
called my name again.  Only this time, I was paying much better attention
and realized the voice was coming from the back officer; Which I also
noticed was partially open.

I slowly crept over to it and asked, "Mr. Melvin?  Did you call me?"

But again there was no answer, so I gently and slowly pushed the door open
to take a peek inside.  As I looked in, I could see that the room was pitch
dark; Except for the white-blue glow coming from a TV/Monitor, that was
setting on a counter top along the wall.  An there in front of it was the
dark silhouette of a man, sitting in a leather office chair.

I knew it was Derek's Daddy and co-owner of the restaurant, Mr. Melvin,
from the way his gray hair shimmered in the light.  Despite the man being
the darkest shade of black there was, his hair was practically white.
Which was to be expected from a man in his late 70's or early 80's.

After a moment or two, he finally noticed me standing in the doorway and
motioned for me to come inside.

I stepped in and he said, "Close the door."

An his deep, elderly, crackly voice echoed in the small room as I pulled
the door closed behind me.  Then I took a few more steps forward and
noticed his left hand was moving up and down in his lap.  He might not have
come out of the office much during my shift but I was still pretty sure he
was wearing black work pants and a long sleeve dress shirt.

I'd been wandering what he'd been doing in the office all day but I never
once considered that he might be secretly masturbating.  It seemed very
unprofessional for a business owner to be doing.  But as I was about to
learn, he was far more unprofessional than I had come to realize.  For as I
inched my way closer to him and glanced over his shoulder, I saw that he
was indeed stroking his impossibly huge 13" uncut black cock.

An it wasn't so much that he was jerking off that shocked me but rather
what he was jerking off to that did.  As just then, I looked up from his
lap to see what he was watching in the monitor.  An that's where I found a
black and white video feed from a security camera playing.  I knew the
place had cameras and that one of them was outside the backdoor; Since I'd
seen it out there before but never really paid much attention to it.

It just so happened, that this one was on just the right angle to covertly
observe Jerome and the waitress as they fucked behind the building.

"Oh my God."  I said in shock and Mr. Melvin nodded his head slowly.

"MmmHmm."  He hummed and I stepped a little closer to get a better look at
the small screen.

From the looks of it, Jerome had her legs spread as she leaned against the
back wall of the building and was giving her a royal fucking with his 12.5"
uncut black cock.  We might not have been able to hear her struggling to
take it but I was pretty sure she was hurting with that big shaft up inside
her.  If nothing else, she was coming to understand that he hadn't been
lying about his size all this time.  A thought that almost made me giggle
under my breath.

Of course, while I could find the humor in the situation, I was also
feeling guilty for watching and scared that I wasn't the only one.  I don't
know if I was more shocked about what I was seeing or that my boss was
jerking off to it or worse yet, that he had the power to sit in the office
and watch us all.  I think that's probably when the probability crossed my
mind, that if had rolled back the tapes from awhile back, he'd must have
seen Jerome and I fucking in the kitchen.

I knew there was a camera there too and at that moment, I was really hoping
it was facing the wrong direction.  Unfortunately, he was about to prove to
me that it was indeed angled perfectly to have witnessed us fucking.

As the sexual tension in the room began to rise, he turned to me and said,
"Well, I think that's enough of that bullshit."

Then he reached over to the mouse and keyboard of the surveillance system
and pulled up the very footage I was worrying he might have had.  Seconds
later, the video began to play and together we watched as Jerome and I
bare-fucked in the kitchen.

"Oh shit..."  I said under my breath.

I felt so guilty right then, that all I wanted to do was crawl under a rock
somewhere.  An that feeling only got worse, when Mr. Melvin explained to me
that he'd only begun checking the cameras after he'd noticed some inventory
going missing.

Apparently, Jerome hadn't told him that he was allowing me to take home a
small number of pizzas some days after work in exchange for sex.  That fact
didn't come to revelation until he'd reviewed the tapes and put two and two
together.

Then came the moment I just knew was coming; He looked at me and asked,
"How you planning to pay for those ten pies you got baking in the oven?
Hmm?"

I lowered my head and replied, "I have no idea..."

"Well, I do."  He said and scooted his chair back away from the counter.

That's when his huge cock came into clear view as he held it in his hand
and shook it at me.  He still had his pants on but had pulled the zipper
down in order to whip his cock out for a long strong session.  Looking at
it, I gulped and slowly got down on my knees.

"That's it white boy.  Come suck this nigga dick."  He said and spread his
legs, so that I could get between them.

Thankfully this wasn't the first time I'd come in contact with this monster
black cock, so I wasn't as afraid of it as say my Nephew might have been.
I also knew from my previous encounter with Mr. Melvin, that he didn't take
long to cum.  So as I took his huge meat in hand and began to lick and suck
it; I tried to count down the minutes in my head as to when my pizzas
baking in the oven were going to be ready.

As I sucked on the long foreskin and tugged on his heavy balls, he put his
hand on my head and gently guided my sucking motion.  He already had precum
oozing from the head and it made me shiver as it hit my tongue.  It had the
strongest salty taste of any precum I'd ever tasted.  I don't know what his
diet consisted of but I think he definitely needed to lay off the salty
foods or something.

Each lap of my tongue felt like I was licking a salt-lick.  I remember
thinking that if I didn't have high blood pressure yet, than I probably
would after swallowing a full load of his seed.

"You suck that shit real nice.  Mmmmm!"  He moaned and I continued to work
his balls and shaft with my hands and lips.

Much like Jerome and even Derek, I needed more than two hands to stroke
that monster.  It was long and semi-hard, all the while I sucked it.  It
wasn't until he started thrusting up into my mouth and hitting the back of
my throat, that I lost track of the time.  It was hard to focus on counting
with a big black cock ramming down your throat you know?

Anyway, at some point I heard his breathing become heavy and labored, and I
knew he was getting close to shooting.  That's when I picked up my pace and
really worked the length of his shaft as hard as I could.  A few seconds
later, I felt the thickest globs of cum spurt into my mouth and I nearly
joked on it.  There was so much, that it filled my entire mouth before I
had the chance to take a swallow.  An that made it very difficult to gulp
it down without nearly puking.

I don't think I'd ever had that much cum in my mouth at a single time.  Not
even the other time I sucked him off, did he cum that damn much.  All I can
figure is that he'd been saving it up all day for me to swallow.

"Ohh!  Ohhhh!  Ohhhmmmm!"  He groaned and moaned as he flooded my throat
with his hot, white cream.

It was a challenge to swallow it all but I somehow managed to get it all
down.  I could taste the salt all the down down the back of my throat and
it gave me the shivers.

After which, I arose to my feet and he said, "I catch you stealing my
product again, you best know you'll be paying for it with your faggot ass.
You hear me?"

Of course, knowing the likelihood that I would be needing more pizzas in
the future, I replied, "Is that punishment or just the cost of doing
business with you?"

That brought a grin to his face and he said, "I'm all 'bout the business.
Business of dicking down that faggot ass."

He talked a good game but of course as yet, I hadn't known him to actually
fuck anyone.  Despite the persistent promise of doing so.  So naturally, I
was skeptical at best that it would ever come to that.  Honestly, I think
he just enjoyed saying it.  It probably really didn't matter how he got his
rocks off; Whether be cumming up an ass or down a throat.  An knowing his
size, I was rather content to risk the high blood pressure.

With that, I nodded acknowledgingly as if we'd just agreed to something.
Even though I wasn't completely sure that we had.  But whatever the
agreement, it was getting late and I was ready to get out of there.

He turned around and returned to viewing the outside security camera, while
I made my way back to the door.  Then I made my way out of the office and
returned to the kitchen to check on my pizzas.  I could smell the warm,
delicious scent coming from the oven as I approached it.  An as I opened
the oven door and saw the golden crust, I knew they were ready.  I then
pulled them from the oven one at a time and placed them inside their boxes
for carrying out to my car.

The dishes in the sink still hadn't been done, so I just tossed any dishes
I had left over into the sink for Jerome and our waitress to wash.  Then I
walked around to the back fire exit door and stuck my head out to let them
know I was leaving.

Jerome turned to me and said, "Alright, bro.  Hey, leave the stick in the
door for me will ya?"

By that he meant the stick we sometimes used to prop the door open when we
were cleaning.  It was laying beside the door and I picked it up to place
it in the crack of the door.  Then I returned to the kitchen to grab my
boxes, which I carried out the backdoor and out to my car.  I tried not to
look over at Jerome and the waitress, while they continued to fuck but her
moaning was very distracting.

I just shook my head as I walked passed them and put my boxes in the car
for the short drive to Dipsticks.

-

Meanwhile, on the other side of town at the only openly gay establishment
around, Mark, age 30, was hard at work serving up the coldest, wettest,
beer this side of the interstate.  Just as he had told James, Dipsticks was
indeed crowded with some of the most horny, perverted men one could
imagine.  The parking lot was full, the music was blaring and the homeless
street kids who inhabited the self-serve gas station across the street,
were dancing around in the glow of the street lights.

Indeed, a positive vibe was in the air as the roughnecks and truckers came
out of the woodwork to wet their whistles at their favorite dive bar.  The
patio was filled to the brim with whiskey drinking, beer guzzling,
cigarette and cigar smoking men of all ages.  From your mid-20 somethings
all the way up to your late 60 and early 70 year olds.

It didn't matter where they came from, how they dressed or what sexuality
they were, they all knew they were welcome at Dipsticks; A place that was
seldom visited by those not in the know but often frequented daily by a
select group of regulars, seeking a safe place to do naughty things.  One
could almost say it were like the poor man's Vegas.  What happened there,
stayed there and the promise of anonymous, promiscuous sex was a promise
well kept by it's owners.

Roger and his silent partner Bruno, had built themselves a reputation for
treating wayward strangers as if they were foreign royalty.  So long as
their money was good, any man stepping through the front door was sure to
find a glass of ice cold brew waiting for them and a smiling bartender
behind the counter.

However, it was the lonely, horny, deviants who arrived after hours, for
whom the bar was most welcoming.  For once the front door was locked and
the blinds drawn, the place took on a much grittier and seedier persona.
Behind the facade, lay a darker and lesser known establishment.  One where
the weak were preyed upon by the beastly and the innocent were ravaged
beyond recognition.

It took a man of strong conscience and equal depravity to work at such a
place.  An that's where Mark came in; If you don't believe me, let him tell
you in his own words:

I had just come out of the men's room after taking a much needed piss to
find that Roger had become buried with drink orders at the bar.  He'd
offered to take over in my absence but he now appeared to have been swamped
by the influx of men, who were arriving just before the after hours
session.  It had been crazy busy all night and I kinda hoped that it would
tapper off before we switched over to our after hours but that just wasn't
happening.

There were bikers coming in through the side door to the patio in pairs and
the usual roughnecks entering through the front door.  Most of them
frequented the bar around this time of the night, because many of them got
off from work at the limestone quarry down the road about this time and had
become regular customers of ours.

Keep in mind, that they knew closing time was right around the corner and
that they would be asked to leave soon.  Despite that though, they piled in
as if they had no where else to go.  An I suppose for some of them, they
probably didn't.  But the rest surely had a husband/wife or
boyfriend/girlfriend waiting for them back home.  So the only reason I
could think of for so many of them to come to the only gay friendly bar in
town was because they were looking to get their dick sucked by another man.

An Dipsticks was the perfect place for that sort of thing.  Even at this
hour, the patio was full of men and the sex swing in the back corner was in
use by a group of horny fuckers.  I knew this, because occasionally I would
hear the sound of groans and grunts as they echoed outside, indicating that
some lucky guy was dumping his load up some other lucky fellas' ass.

Needless to say, listening to that all evening was one hell of a
distraction as well as made me squirt a load or two down the inside of my
jeans.  Not that I minded the extra spunk running down my thighs; It gave
me my own scent, that stood out from the rest while mixing and mingling
with the other burly men of the bar.

A few of them were giving me that knowing look as they picked up my scent,
while I crossed the room to return to the counter.  I could almost feel
their eyes on me and I couldn't help but smile to myself as I stepped back
around to my spot next to Roger, near the cash register.

Once there, I helped him to work through the drink orders and afterward I
took a second to tidy things up behind the counter.  It didn't take me long
to get everything situated again and Roger was freed to resume whatever it
was he did during the night.  I watched as he did a skim on my drawer and
pocketed the larger bills for transport back to his office.

Then I seemed to lose sight of him again as he walked out into the crowded
room.  I'm not sure that even Nathan could see him from his perch atop the
counter.  The kid was dressed in his skimpiest thong and had spiked his
hair into a Mohawk with rainbow highlights.  A few of the colors were
fluorescent and they glowed in the black lights overhead as he shook his
ass for the crowd.

He was probably the most noticeable person in the whole room but even with
his colorful hair and slutty dress, he wasn't getting the attention that
Jacob and Damien were across the room.  The boys were fully dressed but
even so, they were by far the youngest two in the place and that alone got
men's attention.

They weren't alone though.  They were sitting at a table along the wall
with Damien's Uncle Max and our friend Olivier, who had surprisingly come
along with them.  Max said that Olivier needed some cheering up but from
the looks of it, he was having a pretty good time.  It was the first time
I'd ever seen him at the bar and he looked like a fish out of water to be
honest.  But then again, where didn't nudists look out of place?  Sure, the
four of them were dressed but even still, they sort of stuck out.

Although, interestingly enough Max and the boys were all wearing their
usual sweat pants and shirts; While Olivier on the other hand was dressed
in leather chaps and a black leather harness.  So for a man seeking some
cheering up, he looked ready to get nasty with the best of them.  On a
personal side note, I liked his look as it made him appear as that of a
leather Daddy and I wasn't the only one who noticed.  A few of the younger
customers seemed to be hitting on him but he just wasn't taking the bait.

I know this, because he had a stack of glasses in front of him from all the
drinks men had offered to buy him and he wasn't even drinking them.  From
the looks of it, Max was the one benefiting from that as he was sipping
down as much booze as he could get his hands on.

All the while, Jacob and Damien were left to sip on sodas, because there
was no way I was about to serve them alcohol this early in the night.  That
was more of an after hours thing; An only reserved for Damien, because I
refused to let my Son drink liquor.

Another 15mins or so passed and it was now getting really close to closing
time.  I knew that Roger was about to come sweeping through tossing people
out and I was getting ready for it.  Of course just before he could, in
walked James with a stack of pizzas.  An I knew he'd just tacked on another
hour to our regular hours or so I thought.

I watched as he dropped off one box at the table with the boys, before
carrying the rest over to the counter.

"About time you got here."  I said.

"Holy shit, man.  It's assholes and elbows in here."  He said.

Just then some guy at seated at a bar stool overheard him and said, "What
do you know about assholes and elbows?  Are you into fisting?"

That made James blush something awful and he gulped as the man eyed him
intensely; While he placed the boxes on the counter and turned around to
look at the crowded room as it to ignore the man.

"Sorry buddy, he's not a fister.  He's more the fistee."  I said with a
grin and James, stricken with embarrassment, covered his face with his
hands as the man abruptly got up from the stool to rejoin the crowd.

"Oh shit..."  James said.

"You should know to expect people so say some shit like that around here.
You gotta watch what you say around all these kinky fuckers, you know."  I
said with a smile.

"I know, I know."  He said and took a seat at the same stool the man had
left open.

Then I took half the boxes to place inside the warmer at the far end of the
counter.  That left the other half for us to hand out to customers wanting
to drink the alternative cheap-ass beer we had on tap.

I looked to the crowded room and announced, "Winkle-piss and a slice of
cheese one dollar!"

An with that, I started filling glasses as fast as I could for the rush of
men that came swarming around the counter like ants.  Poor James was nearly
swept away as they ran up with a dollar in their hands to grab a glass and
a slice of pizza.  Nathan snatched the dollars up and I tried to keep track
of who was getting what but honestly, I was totally fucking lost after
5mins.

All I know, is that we sold a shit ton of winkle-piss and that stuff was
otherwise impossible to move.

"This tastes like piss."  Some guy said as he took a sip and I started
laughing.

"Haha!  That's where it gets it's name bud!"  I said and took the dollar
from his hand.

He didn't look too happy but once he got his slice of pizza he was fine
with it.  At some point in the thick of all that, James must have made his
way over to the boys at their table, because I spotted him over there
around the same time that I saw Roger coming through to lock up the front
doors.

Despite the addition of food, he was still insistent on closing on time.
Which wasn't the easiest thing to do with an entire bar full of men.  I'm
guessing he must have run into Jeff at some point and enlisted him for
help, because I saw him trailing behind him as they walked through the
room, locking the front doors, drawing the blinds and telling people it was
time for them to go.

Much like Olivier, Jeff was dressed in some leather gear as well; Only he
had gone the extra mile to wear a jockstrap that featured an open hole in
the front for his dick to stick out through.  It was dangling out in front
of him with it's large Prince-Albert shimmering in the lights of the room.

Despite his fancy appendage, he was finding himself confronted by some not
so happy folks; Who were in a hurry to finish their drinks and get out
before they were tossed out.  At the same time, there were also a good
dozen or so that were being allowed to remain behind and that wasn't going
over so well either.  There was tension in the room when most were made to
leave but a select few were allowed to stay after closing.

Roger didn't care regardless and with the help of Jeff, they managed to
clear out all but those we considered to be family or close friends.  The
rest would have to leave and come back in through the backdoor.  The exit
and re-entrance method served as our way of vetting those safe to return
for the darker side of the bar's nightlife.

Once they'd made their way through the side door, I secured it behind them
and found myself in a room with horny men, a teenager and two young boys.
Now you would have thought that was enough right there to have a good time
but Roger had other things in mind.  Several minutes later, he returned
with Jeff and two homeless street boys.  They weren't the usual underage
boys I'd become used to seeing Roger bring in though.

These two were probably still underage but they were far from little boys.
They were both skinny kids, dressed in the filthiest clothes you could
imagine and one was about 12yrs old, while the other looked older maybe
closer to 16yo.  Though I tell you, it was hard to nail down an exact age
for them with all the dirt on their faces but I was pretty sure they were
older than my Son.

Who by the way, looked to be itching to get out of his sweats.  He and
Damien were used to getting naked as soon as the after hours session
started but this particular night, they were awaiting an indication that it
was alright to do so.  That came shortly after, when Nathan hopped down
from the counter and pulled his thong off; Which he threw across the room
and it landed on the billiards table.

A couple of men Roger had come to know rather well, were in the middle of a
game and looked up when the tiny piece of fabric landed in front of them.
That's when the kid strutted himself over to the table and began rubbing
and grinding all over everyone.  That was all it took to make Jacob and
Damien pull off their clothes and join him in strutting around naked.

By this time, the music was really pumping and I could feel the bass as it
vibrated through my chest.  The beat must have been just right, because
Damien with the help of his Uncle Max, jumped up on their table and began
dancing.  His tiny gyrating hips were mesmerizing and he proved to be too
much of a distraction for the men playing pool.

"Shake it!  Don't break it!  Bend over and take it!"  I heard James sing as
he clapped his hands and watched the boy shaking his tiny naked ass for
everyone.

Jacob was quick to want to do the same, only he wanted take it a step
further and ran over to me behind the counter.

"Can I dance on the counter like Nathan does, Daddy?"  He asked and being
the proud Father of a sexy little slut, I told him he could.

I picked him up and he crawled onto the counter, where he began to shake
his ass for everyone.  With two boys and a teenager now buck-ass-naked and
dancing, Roger and Jeff looked to be reconsidering their decision to bring
the two street kids in.  An I couldn't say that I blamed them; After all it
was very difficult to compete with such sexy young boys.

Nevertheless, the two men brought them inside and stood them beside the
counter; Where they were shown some money and told what they needed to do
in order to get it.  The younger one didn't seem to be very receptive to
the idea but the older one understood the situation and began to strip off
his clothes, right there on the spot.

Jeff liked that and once the kid was naked, he lead him over to the corner
of the room; Where he and another man began to grope and molest him.  He
wasn't the shy sort of kid but even he was nervous with all those hands
feeling him up.

The younger kid however, was not nearly as willing to get naked in front of
everyone and Roger was left with little choice but to undress him.

"Please, no."  The kid said but Roger was having none of that.

He hadn't even managed to get the kid out of his shirt, before grabbing him
by the neck and saying, "There's always one..."

Then he kicked open the side door and lead the kid out and across the patio
to the backroom.  I had a feeling Roger wasn't in the mood to play any
games with the kid and was probably going to have to break him.  By that, I
mean he promptly needed to show the kid who was boss and he was just the
sort of guy to do it.

With everyone now dancing and having a good time, I was free to make my way
over to the table where my Brother and our friends were sitting.  I had
intended to take a minute to talk to them but I ended up simply toting away
empty glasses from the table, before Damien could trip over them and James
helped me.  The two of us had just cleared the room of empty drink glasses,
when I heard the bell ring in the backroom.

It echoed through the entire building and alerted me to the arriving after
hours clientele.

"You need my help some more?"  James asked.

"Sure, you mind checking the men's room and wiping down some tables for
me?"  I replied.

He nodded and gladly went about checking things for me.  I didn't like
having to rely on my Brother to help me with my job but there was only one
of me and I just couldn't do it all myself.  It was while he was taking
care of all that, that the side door swung open and in walked Bruno and his
boy Pup.  The man was dressed in his usual leather gear and Pup was naked
as always.  Bruno set his boy down on the counter, next to Jacob and he
looked up at my Son dancing beside him.

Then he began to nod his head to the music and Jacob asked, "You wanna come
dance?"

Pup looked to his Master and the man gave him permission to join Jacob atop
the counter.  Soon both boys were standing in place, gyrating their hips to
the music and waving their hands in the air.  I can't remember another
time, when I had two tiny naked asses dancing in front of me like I did
that night.  One black and one white but both completely hairless and
shaking to the music.  An across the room Damien was matching their every
move as he danced atop the table along the wall.

It was as I happened to be watching him, that I noticed Olivier suddenly
jump up from his seat and make his way over to Bruno.  The two men met in
the middle of the room; Where Bruno unexpectedly put his hands on Olivier's
shoulders and forced him down to the floor.  That was followed by him
giving the man some vocal commands, that I couldn't hear over the music but
judging from what Olivier did next, he was submitting to Bruno.

I think my jaw might have dropped seeing Olivier on his hands and knees in
front of Bruno as he actively licked the man's black boots.  It looked
disgusting but who was I to judge, you know?  All I could do was watch in
awe as the two put on a show for everyone.  I never knew Olivier was into
leather and bondage until then but there sure was no denying it after
seeing him crawling around the dirty floor with Bruno enjoying every minute
of it.

Even James had never suspected Olivier of being into that sort of thing.
An once he came out of the men's room, after checking it for me, he too was
awe struck by the sight of the pair in the middle of the room.

"Have you ever seen anything like that?"  He asked and of course I had to
say yes.

However, I also had to tell him that I'd never seen Bruno treat anyone else
like that besides Pup.  Who by the way, didn't seem bothered by it in the
slightest.  He was too busy dancing with Jacob but I just had to ask him
what he thought about it all.

I patted him on the ass and motioned for him to lean down so I could ask
him a question.

He did so and I asked, "He ever make you lick his boots?"

To my relief, the boy stuck out his tongue in disgust and shook his head
no.  Pup might have been Bruno's slave but even he had his limits I guess.

"Good boy."  I said and winked at him, before reaching under the counter to
pluck some candy from my private stash.

I handed him two pieces and told him to give one to Jacob.  Then he stood
back up on the counter and handed my Son the other piece of candy.

"Oooo!  Thanks!"  Jacob said and plopped the sweet candy into his mouth.

I didn't make it a habit of giving my Son sweets but seeing as he was
dancing, I figured he could use the extra energy.

Then James and I watched as Bruno walked passed the counter and we heard
him say to Olivier, "Come hold my dick, pig."

Hearing that seemed to shock James but he didn't say anything.  He just
joined me in watching as the two made their way passed us and into the
men's room.  While they were in there, the side door to the patio opened
and in walked some of the same men who had been asked to leave earlier in
the night.  Most of them knew the routine and weren't put off by having
been asked to use the backdoor.

However, they were taken off guard by all the naked boys dancing around.
That was something that didn't generally happen, even on our busiest
nights.  It was a rare and spontaneous development, which the horny men
were eager to take advantage of.  It wasn't long before they were copping a
feel of Jacob and Pup on the counter, as well as molesting Damien across
the room.

The resident bathroom slut was having the time of his life over there as
men fondled his tiny cocklet and felt every inch of his naked body.  Where
Nathan had to push himself on men, Damien had them coming at him naturally.
They just couldn't get enough of him and Max was now too drunk to stop
them.

Suddenly, the sound of loud groaning and crying filled the air, and I
turned to see the street kid was now bent over the side of the billiards
table with Jeff mounting his dirty asshole from behind.

"Ahhh!  Ohhh!  Fuck!!"  The kid cried out but his cries were ignored by
everyone in attendance.

Seeing the trucker taking advantage of the homeless teen should have
shocked at least some of us but I suppose by this point, everyone in the
room was morally jaded and completely desensitized to the sight of illicit
sex.  The spontaneous, bareback fucking of a teen by a grown man in leather
gear had become common place at my place of work.  An I for one couldn't
escape shrugging off the kid's cries as it happened to him.

Maybe that makes me a morally depraved human being but when you work at a
place like Dipsticks, one has a very difficult time keeping to the
moral-high-ground.  Eventually each of us who walked through those doors on
a daily basis was going to become a sexual deviant.  It was just a matter
of when.

I was just glad to see that I wasn't alone in that.  Even James was content
to stand there and watch the kid taking it up the ass from Jeff, while the
rest of us went about our business.  In fact, the only men in the room to
take any real offense to it, were the ones trying to play pool at the time.
They weren't much caring for having to work their shots around the pair
getting down and dirty against the same billiards table they were trying to
play on.

I can tell you, a few times the kid nearly took a cue stick to the head as
he stood there with his hands on the table and his ass bent over.  Not that
Jeff cared.  As far as he was concerned, they could have whacked him over
the head with the stick and he still would have kept fucking his dirty ass.

I'm not sure how long the two of them continued to fuck like that, because
the next thing I knew, I found myself distracted by Bruno and Olivier; As
they came out of the men's room with Olivier's face soaked with piss.

James noticed too and turned to me to say, "I think the hose got away from
him."

That was all it took to make me laugh and laugh I did.  I had tears of
laughter in my eyes as I watched Olivier being lead around the counter and
towards the side door with fresh urine running down his face and chest.
I'm sure my laughing probably made him feel even more degraded than he
already felt but from what I'd heard of piss-pigs and slaves, they enjoyed
being humiliated in front of others.  An I really hoped for his sake, that
my knowledge of such things was correct.  Because he was certainly in a
humiliating position.

With that, the pair walked silently through the side door and I watched as
it slowly closed behind them.  However, before it could close completely,
someone grabbed hold of it swung it back open.  That's when I saw my old
friend Bear, come walking into the room.  He was naked in true Bear fashion
with his large, low-hanging balls swinging between his legs as they dangled
from his freshly pumped dick.

He walked around the counter and into the room, where he spotted James
standing at the bar and quickly approached him.  My Brother waved hello to
our old friend but Bear didn't wave back.  Instead, he threw his arms
around James and gave him the tightest bear hug he could manage.

"Jimmy!"  Bear yelled, before slowly releasing my Brother from his powerful
embrace.

Then he turned to me and looked up at Jacob and Pup dancing on the counter.
I could tell from the look his horny old eyes, that he was taken aback by
the sight of two naked little boys dancing in front of him.

That's when he abruptly turned back to James and said, "Jimmy, is this
heaven?  Have I died?  You can tell me.  This is perverts Valhalla isn't
it?"

James just smiled back at him and Bear reached up with both hands, taking
each of the boy's tiny cocklets into his warm grip.  Jacob giggled and Pup
squirmed but the both loved the feel of the old man's hands on them.

I was enjoying seeing my old friend enjoying himself with my Son and his
little friend; An from the way Jacob thrust his little hips forward to
allow Bear to get a good grip on his cocklet, I knew he was loving it too.

Just then, from the wall behind me I heard the unmistakable sound of
groaning and turned around as if to see what it was.  Naturally, I didn't
have x-ray vision and couldn't see who it was making the sound but Pup
turned around almost as quickly as I did and trained his ears on the same
groaning that I was hearing.

I knew then that whatever was going on outside on the patio was loud enough
to get his attention and a part of me wanted to go and see what was
happening.  Unfortunately, I was the only one bartending and was in no
position to leave my post.  So as an alternative, once Bear finally
released his grip from my Son, I asked Jacob to go and have a look for me.
That's when Pup started barking at me as if to say that he too wanted to go
have a look and so I helped him down from the counter and instructed Jacob
to go with him.

-

Now that's where things take a bit of a turn.  You see, up until now we've
always heard this story from the men who lived it; Never have we heard what
it's been like for the boys of our tale.  Sure, there have been times when
James has graced us with a memory or two or twenty from his past as a young
boy but that's always been in hindsight view and never anything current.

That is until now, as one young boy at quite literally the focal point of
the family's story, has finally become old enough to share with us his own
personal perspective on what it's like for him to live in this family of
incestuous men and boys.  That's right, young Jacob, age 10, will now
continue this special edition for you in his own words:

My Daddy helped Pup down from the counter and then the two of us went
outside to see what was going on.  We stepped through the side patio door,
where we heard the sound of moaning and groaning.  It was pretty loud but I
wasn't sure where it was coming from, since there were a bunch of men out
there standing around.  It could have been any of them but Pup's talented
ears had already figured it out.  He dropped down on his hands and knees
and crawled to the back corner of the patio, where the sex swing was and I
followed him.

That's where we found his Master Mr. Bruno standing in front of the swing
with someone strapped into it with their feet in the stirrups.  Being
curious, we rushed over to get a good look at who it was.  As soon we we
got within a few feet of them, Pup immediately jumped back up to his feet
in order to stare at his Master.  An he had the most angry expression on
his little face that he could muster.  Mr. Bruno was in mid-fuck but turned
to look down at the boy and that's when he did the sweetest thing.

He reached his hand out to caress Pup's head and said, "He's just keeping
it warm for you."

Then, without pulling his big dick out of the other man's ass, he leaned
over, picked Pup up from the floor and laid him down on top of the man in
the swing.  That's when I had to get a closer look and discovered that
Mr. Olivier was the man in the swing.  He put his arms around Pup to hold
him as the boy laid face down on top of him and Bruno eased himself out of
the man's hairy asshole.

A few seconds later, Mr. Bruno reached out and grabbed Pup by his waist,
scooting his tiny black butt back closer to him as he straddled
Mr. Olivier.  Then he guided his big black dick to the boy's hole and
shoved it inside.  It must have hurt going in like that, without lube or
anything.

Because Pup let out a howl, "Hoooowwwwlllllll!!!"

It was loud and made all the other men standing around turn to see what was
happening.  I even covered my ears for a second.  I don't know how he made
such a wild howling sound but I guess that was his way of crying.  Because
I never ever seen him cry before.  I don't think I could howl like that
when getting butt-fucked though.  I cry too much.  An everyone likes that,
including me.

His howling echoed through the patio for several minutes, until I guess his
little hole got used to the pain or whatever.  By which point, he was
whimpering and stuff.  You know, how all boys do.  Hearing him whimpering
sent shivers down my spine.  But they were good shivers and they were so
intense, they made my butthole twitch.

I stood there and watched Mr. Bruno as he fucked Pup for a few minutes,
before pulling his big dick out of him and slammed it back into
Mr. Olivier.  It was pretty hot to see him do that.  An they both looked
like they were having fun taking turns taking it.  I don't mean to sound
jealous but I kinda was.  It looked like a lot of fun but there wasn't
enough room for me to join in.

So I just stood back and watched like all the other men were doing.  That's
when I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around to see Bear standing
behind me.  I don't know how a guy that big could sneak up on me like that
but he did.  His big fat belly was right there in front of my face when I
turned around and he put his arm around me to pull me close.

"So this is where you ran off to.  I hope I didn't scare you.  You just
looked so fuckable, shaking your little ass up there."  He said as he
hugged me.

I shook my head no and replied, "I wasn't scared.  Daddy asked me to come
see who was making all that noise."

"Oh?  Good, good."  He said, "I guess it was these three, huh?  Noisy
fuckers.  Haha!"

His laughing made Bruno turn around but he didn't say anything.  He just
rolled his eyes and continued fucking.

I nodded and smiled up at Bear as I put my arm around him and rubbed his
hairy, fat ass.  He always liked when I did that to him.  Bear was a very
sweet old man and he always made me feel grown up when I was around him.
He never treated me like a kid.  When I was with him, I was an adult, just
in a smaller package and that made me feel good.

"Mmmmmmm!"  He moaned when he felt my hand on his ass and said, "You
waiting your turn or you just enjoying the show?"

I looked up at him and replied, "Just watching...  For now."

Then I reached over between his legs and took hold of his big fat dick.  It
was really big around in my hand and I could tell he'd been pumping it up
before he showed up.  I stroked the 6" cut length of man meat with one hand
and pulled on his huge balls with the other.  Bear had crazy low-hanging
balls, because he put weights on them sometimes.  Which looked funny but
they felt really good slapping against my butt when he fucked me.

"So I'm fuckable?  Hmm?"  I asked with a very naughty grin.

He smiled down at me and nodded as he replied, "Extremely fuckable."

I liked hearing that from him and moved around to stand in front of him as
I played with his big fat dick.

"Shall we find us a place to play, little man?"  He asked.

I nodded and he quickly lead me away from the sex swing and over to the
side door to the backroom.  There he opened the door and I walked in ahead
of him as we made our way down the short hallway and into the dark, red-lit
room in the back.

At first I thought the backroom was empty but once I had a good look
around, I saw some boy was standing in one of the shower stalls.  His back
was to me and he was crying.  I wanted to go and check on him but Bear said
I shouldn't.

"That's none of our business."  He said.

I was curious anyway though and kept staring at the kid.  That's when I
realized he wasn't just standing there but he was chained by his wrists and
his clothes had been ripped off of him.  He looked sad, like he was lonely
but I had a feeling that someone was going to be coming back for him.

I guess Bear didn't like me looking at the kid, because he lead me over to
the small bed, that sat along the wall opposite the concrete shower stalls
and stood me there with his big body in between me and the kid.  Then he
put his hands on my shoulders and I got down on my knees as he brought his
big dick close for me to suck.  I rubbed his big balls against my face and
licked them, while he put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me in
close.

"Mmmmmm, that'a boy.  Get you a handful of them nuts."  He moaned.

I took them in my hand and licked them.  They tasted great as I soaked them
in spit and rolled them around in my hands.  His manly scent was really
strong too but it smelled really good on him.  I could almost get drunk off
of it, it was so strong.

"Put'em in your mouth for me.  Give'em a taste."  He said and I gladly
popped one into my mouth to suck on.

Then I did the same to the other as I played with his sack.  They were big
old wrinkly balls but they tasted so good in my mouth.  So salty and
sweaty.  Almost like my Grandpa's, only much lower-hanging and without as
much hair.

"Your Daddy teach you how to suck nuts like that, huh?  He was always a
great little nut-sucker, you know that?" He asked and I looked up at him
with hungry eyes.

"Oh yeah, Mmmmm."  I moaned between licks, "He told me 'bout that."

"Yeah?  He was a naughty little boy, just like you."  He said, "A naughty
little cock-slut.  You take right after him."

I don't know why but I felt really proud hearing that.  I loved my Daddy
and to know that I was as good at sucking balls as he was made me happy.

"But don't fill up on nuts now, gotta make room for the main course.  Ha!"
He said with a chuckle.

That's when he guided my lips up to his meaty shaft and I started to lick
and suck on it.  His dick was really soft to the touch but super fat and
hard to get into my mouth.  But once I got the head in, I had to have more
of it.  He pulled my head down on him and his shaft filled my mouth, until
it hit the back of my throat.

I wanted more of it but I just couldn't fit it all in and instead I ended
up choking on it.

"Oh fuck yeah, gag on it.  Come on.  Gag on Papa Bear's dick."  He said as
he forced me to gag on it for a few seconds, before finally letting me come
up for air.

As I pulled it from my lips to catch my breath I said, "It's so damn big!"

"Big and nasty.  Just how you like 'em."  He said with a grin.

"Yup!  Mmmmm!"  I moaned, before taking him back into my mouth.

I slobbered all over his big fat dick, until I could taste his precum on my
tongue.  It was salty and delicious.  I was having a lot of fun sucking him
and sticking my tongue into his pee-hole.  It was a pretty big hole too for
some reason.  I could even get my finger in it.  Which I did just to see
what would happen.

As my pinkie finger went up his pee-hole he started to shake and I looked
up at him to make sure he was alright.

"Oh Lord in heaven.  You've sent me an angel tonight.  Ohhh!  Ohhhmmm!"  He
moaned and I could tell he was liking it.

It felt really weird to have my finger in there but it was also pretty
neat.  An once I pulled it out and saw how much precum was on it, I thought
I'd hit the mother load.  I licked it from my finger and sucked on the hole
in search of more, before reinserting my pinkie into.

He shook and shivered and groaned, "Auughh!  Fuck!  Ohhh!"

Then I pulled it out again and sucked it clean.  Only this time, instead of
fingering his hole more I just took him into my mouth and sucked him, so
that way I could use my tongue to do it.

"Now I know your Daddy ain't teach you that."  He said with a heavy breath,
"You keep that up and I'm gonna have to turn you 'round and stick you where
the sun don't shine."

Of course I knew he was talking about my butt and the longer I did it, the
more I really wanted just that.  The thought of his big, pumped up dick
going in my hole made my butt hole twitch and I reached back to begin
playing with it.  My pucker was all puffy and hot to the touch.  An feeling
it made me so horny.

Mr. Bear must have seen me touching myself, because I heard him ask, "Is it
ready?  Hmm?  Your cunt ready for the Bear?"

I didn't know if I was ever really gonna be ready for him but I didn't
care, I wanted him up my butt anyway.

So I pulled his big dick from my lips and he slapped it against my face,
until as I said, "Fuck me!  Fuck me up the butt!"

An he wasted no time it grabbing me by my hair to lift me to my feet and
said, "Well alright then.  Get up on the bed and show me where to stick
this thing."

I smiled and crawled up onto the dirty little mattress; Where I got on my
hands and knees with my butt facing him.  Then I reached back and spread my
cheeks for him to see my little boy pussy.

I lowered my head as he stepped forward and slapped his dick across my bare
butt and asked, "That's the spot, huh?  Right there?"

Before I could answer, I felt him rub the head over my opening and it sent
shivers throughout my whole body.  It always felt so good to feel a dick
touch my butt hole, but his was really big around and it felt extra good
because it hurt when he pressed against it.

I raised my head up and arched my back as I said, "Ohhhmmm!  Yeah, shove it
in!"

Then I felt him grab hold of my hips and he began to force himself into me.
Even though his dick was wet with spit my hole was nice and dry, and it
hurt when he pushed hard against it like that.  The head wasn't even inside
me yet but it hurt enough to bring tears to my eyes.

"Ahhhhhh!!!  Ohhhh!  Ahhh!  Ohhmmmm!"  I cried out.

I know it didn't sound as cool as howling but Bear loved hearing me cry
like a baby.  He had me squirming as he crammed his big dick against my
hole and I could feel it prying it's way into me.  It burned as it
stretched my pucker open and I just knew he was going to make my flower
bloom.

"Mmmmmmm!  Push back now.  Come on.  Give Papa Bear that pretty boy cunt."
He said as he tugged on my hips.

"Ohhh!  Shittt!"  I cried and pressed my forehead down on the mattress.

His dick was so big, it just wasn't going in on it's own, no matter how
much I tried to let it.  So after fighting with my hole for a couple of
minutes, he finally had to pull me back and rip me open.  I think he made
me see stars for a second, when I heard my butt hole pop and his big old
balls slapped up against me.

"AHHHH!'  I screamed.

That only made him grunt and groan as he pulled me tight against him.  I
could feel his big belly rubbing the small of my back and I knew he was all
the way inside me.  That's when he moved his hands to my shoulders and
began to thrust himself in and out of me.  An he didn't do it slow neither.

I was sobbing like crazy but he didn't care.  He was too busy doing the
business to my rear end.  All I could do was keep my head down and let the
big Bear have at me.  Of course, I wasn't upset or nothing.  It wasn't like
he was really doing anything I didn't want.  He was fucking my butt, just
the way I liked it.  It hurt real bad and that was so good.

It felt even better when his balls slapped against me.  That was my
favorite part about playing with him.  He had those wrecking balls.  That's
what my Grandpa called them.  They hit me hard and made a loud slapping
sound.  An when they were wet with my butt juice they made a squishy sound
and let me know he was breaking my hole.

"Ahhhh!  Ohhhh!  Ahhhmmmm!"  I cried and sobbed.

He must have thought I wasn't crying enough though, because he pulled his
dick out of my butt and gave my cheeks a few smacks with his bare hand.

'Smack!  Smack!  Smack!'

"Ahh!  Ahhh!  Ahhhh!"  I cried out and then he shoved his dick back inside
me, "AHHH!"

By then I was all tears.  Snot was coming out my nose and my eyes were
burning from the tears in my eyes but that didn't slow him down one bit.
He just kept on pounding me and it felt awesome.  He was stretching me out
real nice and I needed all the extra stretching I could get to help me
reach my goal.

Professor Hawk said I was getting close to be ready for him and I really
wanted to feel him up inside me someday soon.  So big Papa Bear was doing
me a big favor without even knowing it but that's a secret.

Then I felt him reach around to feel his shaft as it slammed in and out of
me.

"Oh yeah, Mmmmmm!  Your little cunt feels real nice now.  Nice, ripped,
cunt."  He said, "You like that?  You like when your cunt bleeds?  Hmm?"

"Ahhh!  Ahhhmmm!  Yes!  Yes!  Ohhhmmmm!"  I cried out.

"Mmmmm, good!  Hang tight and I'll split it wide for you, little Jacob."
He said and returned his hands to my hips.

Then he pounded me even harder than he already was.  His balls were
slapping against me so hard, that the room filled with the sound of them
hitting me.  I could feel my butt juice running down my tiny balls and it
made me feel so special.

He was tearing me open something awful and I needed it.  I needed all the
extra help I could get.

"Bust my butt!  Bust it bad!  Ahhhhmmm!  Ahhh!"  I cried and he happily
gave me the most painful fucking I could have asked for.

In the midst of all the fucking, screaming and crying, I must have missed
the sound of the hallway door swinging open; Because just then, three men
came walking in and they filed passed us on their way to the kid in the
stall.  I wanted to see what was going on but when I turned to see what was
happening over there, Bear forced my head down.

"Keep your head down."  He said, "That doesn't concern us."

Then I heard a loud cracking sound and the kid screamed, "AHHHHHHH!"

An I knew he was getting a beating with a belt or something.  It sounded so
painful that it made me cry even more but Bear must have liked it, because
his dick got harder inside me.

"Fucking pathetic!  You're fucking pathetic faggot!"  I heard someone yell,
followed by the sound of another loud crack of the belt and a scream,
"AHHHHHH!!!"

I felt so sorry for the kid, whoever he was.  He was being beat so hard and
it made me hate the men that were doing it to him.  But I couldn't help him
and that made me feel even worse.  Soon I was sobbing and crying with him
and for him as Bear pounded my boy pussy.

His balls were slapping against me harder than ever, by the time I finally
felt them begin to draw up on him.  Of course they never really did draw up
tight like my Uncle's did before he came but they definitely moved up some.

A few seconds later, Bear let out a loud groan, "Aaaaauuuuggghhhmmmmm!!!!!"

As he buried his big dick all the way up my butt and filled me with his
huge load of love cum.  It overflowed from my rosebud hole and ran down my
balls and legs, splattering all over the dirty floor.  It burned a little
as it flooded my torn up insides but that felt crazy good too.

Then I waited there with my head down for several minutes, until Bear said
it was alright to lift my head up.

An he eased himself out of my hole and said, "You're in full bloom now,
boy."

That made me smile but it was a short smile, because the screams of the kid
in the stall scared me.

"AHHHHHH!!!"  He screamed and the men kept beating him.

That's when Bear helped me up from the bed and I turned around to see, that
the kid was not only being beaten but he was also getting fucked with a
stick or something.  That was too scary for me and I had to cover my eyes.
Luckily Bear was there to guide me back out of the room, because I couldn't
see nothing.

I didn't uncover my eyes until we got back in the hallway but then I saw my
Daddy's boss coming towards us.  I hated Mr. Roger for what he'd almost
done to my Uncle James one night.  He looked at me and I gave him my best
angry face.

"I'll get your ass one day queer."  He said and I shook my head at him.

That made me mad, so I flipped Mr. Roger the middle-finger, before we
stepped outside.  I knew he wouldn't come after me, because I was safe with
Bear and he'd never let anything bad happen to me.  He was my friend and I
trusted him.

Once out in the patio, the two of us quickly walked across the busy area
and rejoined my Daddy and Uncle James inside the bar room.

-

Well, there you have it folks; The three incestuous lovers, James, Jacob
and Mark had once again been brought together to finish out their
adventurous night at Dipsticks.  They would remain at the bar until it
closed in the wee hours of the following morning.  After which, they would
return home to their house in the woods, by the lake.

There they would arrive to find that their fellow family members were
already fast asleep in their bed.  Though it wasn't John's bed they were
sleeping in.  No, instead it was the bed in Jacob's Playhouse.  An that's
where the three crawled in under the covers along side Grandpa John and
little Alex; To snuggle together under the stars, in the safety of the
families property.  One can only imagine what sort of incestuous, forbidden
and taboo activities the five of them would get up to before the sun could
rise.

I could tell you of course but I think it's rather more fun if you tell me.
That's why as this, the centennial chapter of their story, comes to an end;
I ask you the readers as I have done many times before to please share your
thoughts, comments and/or emails with me.  So that I may know what you
envision for future chapters of this ongoing narrative.

For it is only with the feedback, encouragement and devotion of you, my
fantastic and loyal readership; That this story has been able to endure for
so long and will continue to well into the future.

That said, I thank you all for your support and look forward to sharing
more adventures with you in the coming weeks, months and years.  May you
all enjoy plentiful orgasms, guilt free pleasures and continued incestuous,
intergenerational sex and promiscuity, experienced vicariously through the
written words of Jacob and his Family and Friends.

Hugs & Gropes,
DB Bryon

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