Date: Mon, 25 Nov 2002 01:33:43 EST
From: CobbleHillGuy@aol.com
Subject: Crossing the Line chapter 6

Crossing the Line: Chapter Six
By CobbleHillGuy

(This story is a work of erotic fiction that contains scenes of consensual
incestuous sex. If you're under the age of consent, if this sort of material
is illegal in your community, or if you are offended by good old-fashioned
smut, don't read past the end of this sentence. This text and all characters
contained within are Copyright 2002 CobbleHillGuy and may not be reproduced
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Previously in Crossing the Line: Dan Russell caught his 17-year old son,
Josh, masturbating, and the two of them went from jerking off together to
having all-out sex in a matter of days. Dan even had a brief j/o session with
neighbor Billy O'Reilly, and has started to realize that he's not as
straight as he thought. Meanwhile, Dan's oldest boy, 20-year-old Ryan, has
dropped out of college and returned home. Dan and Josh had thought their sex
games would be put on hold, but Ryan has floored them with the news that at
school, he and his dorm buddies not only hung out naked together, but jerked
off in each other's presence. After coaxing his brother and father into
stripping down with him, the apparently heterosexual Ryan has given them the
details of how his college fun began. Now, none of the naked Russell men are
ready to get up from their seats at the kitchen table...

*   *   *
"So why isn't anybody getting up?" Ryan asked.

"Well..." Dan said.

"I'm ALREADY up." Josh suddenly rose from his seat. He cock was hard and
swollen, bobbing inches from Ryan's face. "See?"

Ryan backed up a bit. "Yeah, I see. What about you, Dad? Same problem?"

"I guess there's no point in trying to hide it..." Dan stood up, revealing his
10-inch monster to both his sons. He held on to the tabletop in an effort to
keep from touching himself.

"I guess I'd better put my money where my mouth is, huh?" Ryan said. He rose
from his seat, and as he did he unveiled a cock that was almost a complete
duplicate of his father's in size and shape. But unlike Dan -- and Josh for
that matter -- Ryan wasn't a leaker.

The three of them stood in silence, looking at each other. This was an
unexpected turn of events for all of them, and nobody knew how to proceed.
Finally, Dan spoke. "I'm...um...feeling pretty horny here."

"Me, too." Josh said.

"Triple that," Ryan added. He reached down and gave his cock a squeeze.
"Guess we'd better take care of these, huh?"

"Yeeeah..." If Josh didn't slow down he was going to cum on the spot. He was
already boldly stroking his dick.

Dan looked from one son's large penis to the other's, and finally took hold
of his own. "I think taking care of these would be a good idea."

"Fuckin' A!" Ryan said, as he walked around the table to the kitchen door,
stroking himself the whole way. "I'm gonna go re-baptize my old room. See you
guys in the morning!" He left Dan and Josh standing there, staring after him.

"What the fuck?!?" Josh exclaimed, "How the--? What--?"

"Easy there, kiddo, before you pop a blood vessel." Dan continued to play
with himself. "I think I'm starting to understand Ryan...at least a little
bit."

Josh let go of his dick. "I understand him, too -- he's an asshole!"

"Lower your voice, Josh." Dan came around the table to Josh's side and took
the boy by the shoulders. "Sssshh."

Josh looked down at his feet. He seemed on the brink of tears, but they were
angry tears, if anything. "He was totally fucking with our heads just now,
don't you see? Hell, I don't even think half the shit he said was true. He
was just trying to make me -- us -- look stupid!"

Dan softly touched Josh's chin, and lift the boy's face until they were eye
to eye. "Josh, you need to calm down."

"Calm down? I -- "

Quickly and smoothly, Dan leaned in and kissed Josh on the lips. Their
tongues met, and as father and son embraced, Dan could actually feel the
tension easing out of Josh's lean frame. After a minute or two, they
separated. "Better now?"

"Yeah, Dad...a lot better."

"Good. Now let's talk about Ryan." Dan sat in the chair Ryan had just
vacated, facing Josh, who, after a moment, sat down, as well.

"What's there to say? I hope he had a good laugh."

"Joshie...Ryan wasn't playing a prank on you. OR us."

"Sure he was! He got us to strip and -- "

"I need you to listen to me. I think everything he told us about his dorm
room is true. As a matter of fact, I think there's a lot more he HASN'T told
us."

Josh snuck a glance at the kitchen door and lowered his voice a couple of
octaves. "So you're saying he's gay? `Cause I don't think he is."

"No, no I don't think he's gay. Curious, maybe. Bi, possibly. But not gay."
Dan reached down and grabbed Josh's legs, silently directing the boy to put
his feet in his lap. Dan began to massage Josh's feet while he continued to
speak. "I think your brother is a good, old-fashioned exhibitionist. He likes
being seen...he enjoys being naked in front of other people. It turns him on."

"Yeah, but...mmmm...guys? Why would a straight guy wanna be naked with other
guys?"

"I dunno...maybe it makes him feel more masculine to show off in front of the
other guys. Maybe he saw jerking off with his roommates as a form of male bo
nding."

Scooting forward a bit, so that his toes were closer to Dan's crotch, Josh
said, "Even if that's true, why would he try to do that here? With us? Isn't
that a little...extreme?"

Dan pressed the sole of Josh's left foot into his dick, letting his steady
stream of precum flow over the boy's toes. "Good word choice, kiddo. Extreme.
Exactly. But if I had to guess, I'd say..." He drifted off, lost in thought.

"What?"

"Sex, Josh...it's like a drug for some people. Once they get a taste of it,
it's all they want."

"Like with us." Josh moved his right foot closer to his left, and was slowly
masturbating his dad with his feet as Dan let go and leaned back in his chair.

"Yes...like with us." Dan sighed, "I don't know if that's something we should
necessarily be proud of, but yeah...we've become pretty addicted to it."

"Is that bad?"

"No...not as long as it doesn't affect our `real world' lives. Eventually,
I'll go back to work, you'll be in school...we'll function outside this house
the way we always do. But when we're home, we'll probably spend a lot of
time naked, doing things to each other."

Josh was jerking himself off now, as his jizz-lubed feet slid up and down the
length of his father's penis. "So you're saying Ryan is a sex addict."

"I'm saying that Ryan experienced something at college and liked it. Liked it
enough that he wanted it to continue when he came home, even if it's with us."

"So his dick is driving the car, huh?"

"Yeah...something like that. And just now, he took us on a road test." Dan
lifted Josh's feet away from his dick. After all of Josh's foot service
lately, Dan had been curious about returning the favor. Now seemed a good a
time as any. He raised the kid's feet by the ankles until they were level
with his mouth and began licking his precum off them. "Mmmm...this isn't bad!"
he said, between slurps. "I think I'm starting to understand why you like it
so much."

Josh was still jerking off, watching his naked father lick his toes. He found
himself wishing he had a camcorder, because he didn't want to risk ever
forgetting even a second of this action.

Dan let go of Josh's ankles, letting Josh suspend his feet himself. He wanted
to jerk off while licking Josh's smooth soles. He began pumping his dick with
both of his hands, as his teenage son ran his bare, wet feet all over his
face. "Oh, Dad...yeahhhh!"

"Keep it down, Josh," Dan said, momentarily pulling away. Ryan was still
upstairs, after all, and while he was certainly more liberal than when
he left for school, the idea that his father and younger brother were having
sex would be more than he could handle.

"I'm gonna cum, Dad...watchin' you suck my toes like that...I can't hold off
anymore..."

"Then stand up," Dan ordered.

"What?"

"Just do it -- hurry!"

"Okay, okay..."

Josh dropped his feet from his father's face and stood. Dan remained seated.
He looked up into his boy's lustful eyes. "I hope I get this right," he said,
and then took his son's swollen cock into his mouth. He sucked on that dick
like his life depended on it, never letting it leave his lips, even as Josh
began to face-fuck him. He was amazed at how good -- and how natural -- this felt.
When he was a kid, all he'd ever done by way of gay sex was to jack off with
his brother Scott -- they'd only ever touched a handful of times, and once,
almost on a dare, they had kissed. And while Dan had had plenty of blowjobs
in his time, he'd always been on the receiving end. But this wasn't bad. A
guy could get to like it, actually.

Dan ran his tongue over Josh's silky prickhead, while the boy thrust his hips
forward and back, forward and back. Then he reached up and grabbed the kid's
ass. Those two smooth, firm cheeks felt so good in his hands. He'd have to do
some exploring back there -- and soon -- but now, he was all about cock.

"Dad, I'm gonna..."

"Mmmph."

"I'm gonna shhoooot..." Josh's dick seemed to increase in thickness inside
Dan's mouth, and almost instantaneously, the older man could taste his son's
salty spunk. His mouth filled quickly, and rather than spit it out, Dan just
started swallowing. He felt the hot boy juice work its way down his throat,
and it just kept coming and coming. Josh grabbed his father by the hair and
pulled his head down onto his dick. "Uhhh...yeah...take it -- suck my cock!"

Without touching himself -- his hands were still planted on Josh's ass -- Dan
began to shoot his own load all over the kitchen floor, and on Josh's legs
and feet. He kept swallowing as he kept cumming, and finally, finally, they
were spent. Josh took one step backwards and fell into his chair. Dan leaned
back and closed his eyes. "Whew...that felt GOOD! I'd been wanting a piece of
you since that little stunt you pulled in the restaurant."

"Hell, I ALWAYS want a piece of you, Pop."

"Ass-kisser."

"No...not this time, anyway. Maybe tomorrow."

Dan rose and went to pick up his robe, not bothering to put it on, as Josh
grabbed some paper towels and cleaned the ball-cream off himself and the
floor.

"So, Dad, what're we gonna do about Ryan?"

"Well, kiddo...I have an idea..."

*   *   *

When Ryan woke up the next morning, his first thought was that he'd gone back
in time. He was lying in his old bed, surrounded by all the things he'd left
behind when he took off for college. Two posters hung over his head -- one of a
popular basketball player and another of a hot supermodel. His bookshelves
weren't filled with much reading material, but instead a collection of videos
he'd bought through the years. They were horror movies, mostly -- his porn was
well-hidden.

The silence of the house was a little unnerving. Back in high school,
mornings were a time of madness in the Russell house, with the scent of mom's
breakfast drifting up from downstairs, the noise of Josh's radio, which
blasted from the moment he awoke until the moment he came downstairs, and
Dad's heavy footsteps, as he moved back and forth from the bathroom to the
bedroom, showering, dressing, the buzz of his razor signaling the end of his
morning ritual.

All that noise was gone. Mom was gone. It was just Dad and the Squirt now.

"Oh shit," Ryan said, to an empty room. Everything that had happened last
night rushed to the front of his mind at once. Did he really convince his
father and Josh to get naked? Did he actually get naked WITH them and show
them his hard dick? Weren't they ALL hard?

"Oh shit," he said again. He wondered what he'd been thinking...how he'd
excuse -- explain -- himself this morning. He couldn't even defend himself on the
grounds of being drunk -- he hadn't been. No...this was just a case of letting
his dick do the talking. How was he ever going to face his dad?

He looked at the clock radio on his bedside table. It was almost 8. The rest
of the family were asleep, but they wouldn't be for long. Ryan decided to
shower, dress, and do his best to avoid his father and Josh for the next few
hours.

*   *   *

Josh sat naked on the edge of his bed, casually stroking his hard dick. He'd
been sitting there for almost an hour, too keyed up to sleep. About thirty
minutes earlier, he snuck down the hall to the bathroom to piss and brush his
teeth. He didn't want to risk taking a shower and making a lot of noise.

He looked at his watch...just about 8:00. How late did Ryan usually sleep? This
could take HOURS. Suddenly, Josh heard Ryan's door open and his footsteps
pass his own bedroom. Both of their rooms were at the end of the hall, and
there was no way Ryan could get by without Josh hearing.

The bathroom door closed, and Josh slowly walked across the carpeted floor,
putting his ear to his door. Silence. He opened the door a crack, and peeked
into the hallway. He could see the bathroom door at the opposite end of the
hall, with a thin sliver of light at the bottom. There was a shadow,
unmoving, on the right side of that sliver. Josh lowered himself to the
ground, and could just make out the side of Ryan's foot. He was obviously on
the crapper, either taking a shit or playing with himself. Josh opted for the
former -- if Ryan wanted to jerk off, he could do it in his room (or anywhere
else, if last night was any indication).

Closing his door until it was just slightly cracked, Josh leaned against his
wall and waited. After a few minutes, he heard the toilet flush...but that was
followed more silence and no sign of Ryan. He hit the floor again, and could
see that his brother was still on the toilet. That was something he'd
forgotten. When Ryan took a shit, it was a morning event. He usually got lost
in a magazine -- there were several in a small basket beside the sink -- and 10,
15, 20 minutes could pass before he even thought about getting up. Josh
recalled plenty of mornings where he'd be forced to bang on the door, then
finally be allowed passage inside to the not-too-pleasant odor of Ryan's
recent bowl movement. But Josh didn't need to get into the bathroom
today -- that wasn't the plan.

Another couple of minutes passed. Josh stood again. The toilet flushed a
second time, then the shower curtain was pulled open and the water turned on.
Josh's tapped his fingers on the door frame and he bit his lower lip.
Finally, the shower curtain was pulled a second time, and Josh could hear the
irregular sound of the water hitting Ryan's hot body.

Josh stepped into the hallway and closed his door behind him. Then, naked, he
hurried to Dan's room and, without knocking, went inside.

*   *   *

Like Josh, Dan had been naked in his room and awake. This morning would be an
adventurous one, if nothing else, and Dan was too anxious to waste time
sleeping. He was already masturbating when Josh made his piss-run earlier,
and had considered joining his teenage son for a quickie in the bathroom
before deeming it too risky.

Now, Ryan was in the shower. Pretty soon...

The door opened, and Josh rushed inside and closed it behind him. "He's in
there now," he said.

"I know. You ready, son?"

Josh eyed his father's cock and moved closer to the bed. "Yeah, I'm nervous,
but ready. We really gonna do this?"

"Yeah, we really are. I just hope he doesn't get upset. Mmmm. I
don't...think...mmmm...he will." Dan closed his eyes as Josh quickly and
vigorously sucked his dick.

With an audible `pop' Josh pulled off. "I'd better quit it and get moving."
He stood beside Dan, with his hands on his hips and his prick standing tall.
"I don't think he'll freak out, either. Not after last night. And if what he
said is true..."

"We'll know soon, won't we?" Dan said, returning his own hand to its slow
stroke. "Get going, kiddo. I'll see you soon."

Josh left the room as quickly as he'd entered.

Dan continued to beat off, his heart beating with anticipation. Ten minutes
later, Ryan turned the shower off. It was about to begin.

*   *   *

He wiped away a clear spot on the fogged up bathroom mirror and stared at
himself. Ryan wasn't sure if he felt any better about last night's hijinks,
but he certainly couldn't stay in the bathroom all day. He combed his hair,
thinking that maybe he'd leave a note on the refrigerator and go visit Amy.
They were a couple back in high school and had remained friends after he left
for college. Maybe after a few hours with her, he'd feel better about
spending time with Dad and Josh. More...heterosexual?

"Shut up," he said to his reflection.

Now he brushed his teeth, reflecting on what happened in the kitchen. He had
been so damned horny -- but why? When he came home to find the other guys gone,
he'd tracked down his dad and, secure that he'd have the living room to
himself, stripped down and jacked off on the couch. There was something about
the living room...a faint odor, like sweat and cum, hung in the air. It
reminded him of his dorm room, and his buddies, Brian and Henry. The Squirt
had been squirting here, he suspected. It had been a long time since Ryan
jerked off alone -- months, in fact. And he was so used to doing it while
somebody else was around that doing it alone was sort of unfulfilling.

"So, what? You thought you'd do it in front of your father?" Ryan whispered,
as he wrapped a towel around his waist. "Idiot," he grumbled. He left the
bathroom and was halfway to his bedroom before he realized that he'd left his
bags downstairs by the front door. The clothes he wanted to wear were all
packed away. Well, it looked like Dad and J. were still asleep, judging from
the state of their closed bedroom doors, so what would it matter if he
trotted downstairs half-naked? It would only be for a minute and he'd be out
of the house soon after.

He spun around and headed for the staircase, taking care not to be too noisy.
The last thing he wanted to do was to wake anyone up. He just wanted to get
dressed and get ou -- 

"Oh my God..." Ryan whispered, as he entered the living room and beheld the
sight before him on the sofa. Josh was lying on his back, with his legs
thrown over his head. He was clearly trying to suck his own dick. The younger
boy took no notice of his older brother, as he strained his neck toward his
hard, dripping cock. He was SO close. With a little practice...

Ryan took a couple steps further into the room and cleared his throat.

"Hey," Josh said, nonchalantly, as he lowered his legs and sat up. His cock
was standing tall, but he made no effort to cover up. "You're up early."

"Uh...so're you, bro." He looked Josh up and down. "What're you doing, man?"

"Whattaya think? I'm tryin' to suck my own cock. Got pretty close, too."
Josh wrapped his left hand around his prick. "Ever since you told me about
your roommate Henry, it's all I could think about."

Ryan walked over and stood beside the couch, his towel-covered crotch just a
foot or so from Josh's face. Finding the kid here like this was absolutely
NOT what he'd expected. "Don't you have a room for that?"

"Look who's talking, Mr. `Let's Get Naked in the Kitchen.' Yeah, I've got a
room, smartass -- but the VCR is down here." Josh gestured toward the television
with his free hand. A porno flick was playing out on-screen. One guy was
fucking a girl up the ass while his buddy jacked off in her face. The sound
was muted.

Ryan felt his dick begin to swell as he looked at the sleazy scene, then he
tore his eyes away. "Look, about last night. I don't think that was such a
good idea...especially with Dad and all."

"Are you kidding? That was fun."

"I was drunk," Ryan lied.

"Dad thought it was fun, too."

"What?"

"Yeah, he told me so." Josh continued to stroke his dick. Ryan felt himself
go weak in the knees and sat down beside Josh. "Hey, wouldja mind moving
over? I'm not done here," Josh said.

"Huh?" Ryan was dumbfounded. Dad thought it was fun, too? What the hell?
Whatever demons he'd released were not going back in their box anytime soon.
He had thought he should expect a fatherly discussion of a night gone
awry -- but to hear that Dad actually enjoyed their nude scene knocked him for a
loop.

"Uh...hello? Room here?" Josh elbowed Ryan in the ribs, and Ryan stood again.
"Thanks," said the boy, "I just wanna give this one more shot." With that, he
stretched out on his back and in one swift motion, swung his legs over his
head. "Almost got it," he growled.

Ryan couldn't take his eyes away -- he was riveted, just as he had been when
Henry had done the same thing in their dorm room. He remembered that first
time he'd watched his roommate suck himself off. Ryan and Brian, his other
roomie, had jacked off as Henry orally pleasured himself, and both guys
accidentally shot their loads on Henry's face -- they had been standing that
close. But this was his brother, his little brother. Ryan had no business
getting excited over this innocent kid. But this scene reminded him so much
of his dorm life, when he and his buddies got naked and whacked off whenever
the mood struck, that he found it impossible not to want to touch himself.
Still, he resisted.

"Mmphff!" Josh was struggling. Ryan could see him extending his tongue and
just barely licking the tip of his cock. Not bad for his first time at bat.
Hell, Ryan had never been able to master this particular talent -- and he'd
tried. Henry had even attempted to help him once. He remembered that day...his
hard prick inches from his lips...Henry, pressing gently on his buttcheeks in a
fruitless effort to bring Ryan closer. It was cool of Henry to do him that
favor, and the fact that he'd grabbed Ryan's cock to give him better aim
just went to prove what a good buddy he was. Maybe Josh could use some
assistance. Just for a second. They were brothers, after all.

He looked over his shoulder in the direction of the stairs. Things seemed
pretty quiet...there was no sign of Dad. He faced Josh again. "Easy,
bro -- you're gonna bust something if you keep that up. You've gotta go slow."

"Huh?"

"Here, try it again, but this time I'm gonna push down on your ass, nice and
slow."

"You're gonna what now?" This was unexpected. Josh thought he'd have to ask
Ryan for help -- not that he'd volunteer. Whatever, things were panning out, as
planned.

"Relax, I'm not gonna touch you...I mean, not like THAT. I'm just gonna give
you some leverage, is all. I think once you loosen up...get used to it...you'll
be able to suck your own dick without a problem. Henry said it took him a
while before he could do it without an effort." Very carefully, Ryan put his
fingertips on Josh's pale asscheeks.

"Oh, man..."

"You okay, J.?

"Yeah...I just can't believe...thanks."

"No problem," Ryan said, as he slowly eased his brother's young ass
forward -- but suddenly, he stopped. "One thing, though."

"What?"

"Let's keep this shit between us. I don't need Dad finding out that I've
been...I don't need Dad finding out, that's all."

"Okay, okay -- I won't say a word. Just give me a hand here -- I almost had it."

After a moment's hesitation, Ryan resumed exerting gentle pressure on Josh's
ass. His brother's virgin hole was just inches from his face and he found
himself staring at it. He remembered fucking some girl from his dorm in the
ass, just a couple of months earlier. Her hole was so tight...so warm. She had
screamed into a pillow at first, then told him to keep going. He wondered if
Josh would tell him to keep going. "Damn it," he said out loud.

"Wha?"

"Nothing -- I...I dropped my towel." He had indeed, and his hard cock was
pointing north, out of Josh's line of sight, but that wasn't the problem.
The problem was that he caught himself thinking about fucking his brother. He
needed to get the fuck out of there. "Um...how's it going down there, bro?"

"Almost...got...mmm...MMMM!"

"I guess that answers my question." Ryan looked over his shoulder again. "You
wanna keep it down, dude."

"Mm, mmm."

Josh was lost in lust for his own cock right now. Even Ryan was off his
radar. He actually had his own dick in his mouth! Not the whole thing, but he
had the entire head and then some past his lips. By working his tongue
around, he could slurp on a little bit more. Precum was flowing generously
into his mouth. This was fucking fantastic!

Ryan, meanwhile, was slowly trying to let go of his brother's ass -- for his
own good. At this point, he had one hand on each cheek, and Josh's little
asshole winked at him with each butt-flex. That pink hole fascinated Ryan,
and knowing Josh was paying little, if any, attention to him, he decided to
get a closer look. He leaned in as close as he could without being obvious
about it. He inhaled deeply and could smell the kid's slightly musky,
unshowered ass. He had sniffed that dorm girl's ass before fucking her. He'd
licked it, too. What the fuck was her name, anyway? He couldn't remember, and
he didn't care. What would Josh's asshole taste like? Sweaty? Tangy? He
wanted to give it a quick lick -- just out of curiosity, of course -- but the kid
was sure to freak out, not to mention the chances of his father walking in on
this gayfest.

As if on cue, a voice rang out from behind him. "Good morning, boys!"

"Oh, Christ!" Ryan let go of Josh's ass and swiftly stood up to find Dan
standing in the living room. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of light
blue pajama bottoms, and it looked like he had the beginnings of a hardon
from the way they were tenting out.

Without Ryan's support, Josh's dick came out of his mouth and he lay flat on
the couch. "Hey, Dad! Did you see? I was sucking my own dick! Just like
Ryan's friend! How HOT was THAT?!?"

"Pretty hot, kiddo." Dan moved closer to his two naked sons. "So is this the
sort of thing I miss when I oversleep?"

Ryan took a defensive step forward and felt his dick bob in front of him. He
stopped cold in his tracks and covered his exposed genitals with his hands.
"It's not what it looks like, Dad. I was just...uh...I came downstairs and...ya
see, Josh needed me to...help...aw, fuck." He sat on the couch with a thump,
almost landing on Josh's calves.

Dan smiled warmly. "It's okay, Ry. I pretty much got the picture when I
walked in."

"Yeah -- yeah...that's good." Ryan was afraid to say much more. "I guess I'd
better get dressed. My clothes are...over there." He jerked his head toward his
bags on the far side of the room.

"Get dressed? Why?" Josh asked, with a note of disappointment in his voice.

"I'll second that. Why get dressed? You pretty much set the tone last night
in the kitchen. It's just us guys, why wear clothes?" Dan rested on hand in
his pajama-covered crotch.

Ryan turned to look at his brother, who was brazenly jacking off, then back
at his father. "You sure this is okay? I thought...I dunno...that maybe I went
too far."

"Not at all. I'm actually sorry I interrupted. It looked like something good
was about to happen."

Ryan realized his dad had seen him about to...do something to Josh's asshole.
Did he catch him sniffing Josh's ass? He turned five shades of red.
"Something...good?"

"Yeah, it looked like Joshie there was about to cum in his mouth. That right,
kiddo?"

"I was pretty close, Dad. Still am."

"Well, don't let me stop you," Dan said. "I'm gonna go make some coffee."
Then he casually grabbed the waistband of his pajama bottoms, pulled them
down, and stepped out of them. As if celebrating its freedom, his dick began
to grow into a full erection. "Guess I won't be needing these anymore, huh?"
He bent over and picked up his discarded clothes.

"Nope!" Josh cheered.

"Uh...no, Dad...whatever." Ryan felt like his was dreaming. This was all quite
unreal.

"Terrific. I'm too young to be wearing them, anyway. Well, you boys finish
what you started. I'll be in the kitchen."

Ryan, in a state of shock, watched his father leave the room, his hairy ass
on view for all to see. He turned back to his brother. "Is he for real?"

"Whattaya mean?"

"I mean, does he really think that we're gonna...gonna...do God knows what,
while he's back there making coffee?"

"Guess so. He got naked, didn't he?" Josh yanked his dick a couple of times.
"AND he got hard. I don't think he's gonna care much if we have a little
fun."

"WE?" Ryan stared down at the happily masturbating teenager.

"I'm guessing you were having fun, too," Josh said, as he lifted his leg and
brushed his toes along the length of Ryan's cock. "At least that's what it
looks like."

Suddenly reminded of his own erection, and taken aback by Josh's
assertiveness, Ryan took a step back. "Easy there, bro...I'm not...I mean, I was
just helping you out."

Josh put his leg down. "Sure, sure...whatever you say, man. So are you gonna
help me finish this thing? I was so fuckin' close to popping a load."

Ryan ran his hand through his hair, which he always did when he had something
to think about. "I know, J., I know..."

"It'll only take a minute." Josh looked sorrowfully into his older brother's
eyes. "Please?"

"Goddamn..." He stole another look in the direction of the kitchen. Dad was
still in there. And he'd said it was okay. Hell, he was EXPECTING them to do
something. "Okay, okay. Just this once, then you're on your own."

"Awesome!" Josh said, and immediately flipped his legs up over his head,
exposing that tight little hole once more. Ryan got back in position, resting
the bulk of Josh's weight on his chest, as he gripped his brother's ass with
both of his hands. This time, Josh got his mouth around his dick much
quicker, and Ryan could hear him sucking and slurping away almost
immediately.

Once again, Ryan found himself faced with Josh's asshole. He leaned in as
close as he dared to and took a whiff. Yeah, the kid had definitely skipped
his shower this morning. Without letting go of Josh, Ryan looked over his
shoulder again. No sign of Dad. He turned back to his brother. "You okay,
man?"

"Mmm, hmm," Josh flexed his cheeks and took his mouth off his dick. "I'm
gonna cum any second now -- don't let go."

"No prob, dude -- go for it."

Josh went back to sucking himself and within seconds, he began to buck his
lower body up and down. As Ryan did his best to maintain his grip, he found
himself moving closer and closer to Josh's sweaty anus. He licked his lips.
Josh was bucking and moaning...practically thrashing about on the couch.

"MmmmMMMMM!!"

That hot little hole twitched and flexed as Josh pumped his huge teen load
into his mouth. Ryan had a second...maybe two. The kid would never notice. He
quickly darted his head forward and let his tongue dart across Josh's ripe
hole, once, twice.

"MMMM! Yeah, Ryan!! Lick it!"

Ryan jumped back as if Josh were on fire. "What?? I wasn't -- huh?!?"

Josh still had his legs in the air, and cum was dripping from his mouth. His
dick was still hard as he shook the last of his load out onto himself. "Dude,
why'd you stop? That felt GOOD!"

"Shut up, man. I slipped -- that's all. I lost my balance and slipped. God,
you're gayer than an episode of `Queer as Folk!'"

"Queer as WHO?"

"Nothing, never mind. Enough of this crazy shit -- I'm gonna go have some
breakfast." He stood and started to leave the room.

"Hey, Ryan," Josh called out.

Ryan paused, took a breath, and turned around. "Yeah?"

"Thanks, man -- this was very cool." The kid was grinning from ear to ear.

Whatever fit of anger had boiled up inside him was gone at the sight of that
smile. Ryan grinned back. "You're welcome, Squirt. I'm glad I could help.
Maybe next time, Dad'll help you."

"Heh...yeah, maybe."

"And for the record, I really DID slip."

"Uh huh...right." Josh stood up and stretched. "Man, I need a shower."

Ryan reached out and wiped a small spot of jizz off Josh's cheek. "Yeah...you
probably do. Your ass..." He looked over his shoulder again. "It tasted kinda
gamey."

Josh took at step closer to his brother, who didn't back up. "Tell me one
thing, Ry...and it'll stay between us, I promise."

Ryan closed his eyes. "Okay...okay, what?"

In a whisper, Josh asked, "Did you like the way it tasted?"

With his eyes still closed, Ryan nodded. "Yeah...yeah, I did. Fuck!"

"It's cool, bro. Seriously."

Ryan opened his eyes again to find Josh staring up at him. "You gonna tell
Dad?"

"Not if you don't want me to."

"I don't. I'm not gay, Josh...and I don't want Dad thinking I am."

Josh squeezed his dick and bead of cum worked its way out of the tip. "I
know. You keep saying that. But in case you haven't picked up on it, he's
cool with this stuff. And I don't think he'd care if you were gay."

"I'm NOT, man! Jesus, can't you ever let anything go?"

"Hey...hey, it's okay. I'm not gonna push you. Just..."

"Just what? What NOW?"

"If you ever want to taste my ass again...all you've gotta do is ask."

Ryan opened his mouth to reply and found that nothing was coming out. He was
speechless. He wanted to tell the kid to piss off, but he couldn't. He wanted
to remind him AGAIN that he wasn't gay, but those words were lost. Instead,
he just stood there as Josh scooted past him, up the stairs and into the
bathroom. When he heard the shower turn on, he headed for the kitchen, his
hard cock leading the way.

He was remembering the feeling of Josh's asshole on his tongue.

And he DID want to taste it again.

*   *   *

Walking into the kitchen, Ryan was greeted by two things: the scent of fresh
coffee being brewed and the sight of his father, sitting at the kitchen
table, jerking his dick with both hands.

"DAD!"

"Hey, Ryan. Coffee should be ready in a minute. You guys have a good time?"

"Dad...you're...you're..."

"Say it."

"You're jerking off. In the kitchen!"

Dan smiled warmly. "I know where I am, Ry. Why don't you have a seat?"

"But...but..."

"I've really got to thank you, son. Before you came home, something like this
would never have happened. You've really opened our eyes, though. I feel like
a kid again."

"Uh huh..." Ryan's dick was throbbing. He'd never imagined he'd ever see his
father like this.

"Why don't you have a seat?"

"Um...sure." Ryan sat down, as Dan leaned back and put his feet up on the
kitchen table, his smooth, bare soles facing his son. They didn't obscure his
view of his father's meaty cock, though -- he had a clear line of sight to that
action.

"So how did things go with Josh? Did he...?"

Ryan kept trying to pull his eyes away from Dan's prick, and with an effort,
he managed to do it long enough to speak. "Yeah...he finished. He...he came in
his mouth."

"Hmm." Dan's hand picked up speed. "I didn't think he was that limber. Guess
it's one of the perks of being 17, huh?"

"Yeah...I guess."

"So did he pick up where he left off?" Dan raised his legs up, giving Ryan a
clear, albeit brief, peek at his asshole. "Heels over head?"

"Yeah...exactly." Under the table, Ryan's dick swelled. A few more minutes of
this and he would cum without touching himself. His hands fiddled nervously
with the salt and pepper shakers on the tabletop.

Dan restored his feet to their place on the table. "That's hot...and it was
nice of you to help him out the way you did. You know...holding his ass."

Ryan smiled politely, "Happy to help."

"Josh probably didn't realize it, but it feels good to have your ass touched
sometimes...to have it played with. Sometimes I even touch myself down
there...like this." Dan released his left hand from his rod and reached down
between his legs. As Ryan watched, his father stuck his index finger in his
mouth and then carefully and deliberately inserted it into his rectum.

"Dad, maybe I should -- "

"Hang on a sec..." Dan slid his finger in and out of his hairy hole, increasing
the pace of the strokes on his cock. Then it erupted, shooting a huge load of
cum straight up in the air. It landed all over him...on his face, on his chest,
in his hair, on his balls. Ryan's own cock began to twitch, as he watched a
big white glob of spunk strike his dad's outstretched tongue. Dan moaned with
pleasure. "Yeahhh...YEAHHH!"

"Uhhh..." Ryan began to moan, right along with Dan. "Unnggghh..."

The cum kept coming, and his father kept stroking, until there was nothing
left to shoot. Dan was drenched, and he slowly rubbed the jizz on his chest
into his skin like lotion. "Damn, that felt good!" He stuck two of his
fingers in his mouth and sucked up whatever cum was on them. "You know, if
you want to let loose, you can feel free. Right here and now."

Ryan stood up. His semi-erect cock was shrinking down to a flaccid state and
his entire crotch was covered in cum. It was dripping from his dark pubes and
his hairy balls. "Too late, Dad."

Dan grinned as he gave his cock another pull. "Hands free, huh? Good for you,
Ry!"

Just then, Josh came bolting into the kitchen, fully dressed. He took in the
sight of his cum-covered father and jizz-dripping brother and smiled. "Looks
like I missed out on some fun! You guys are a fuckin' mess!"

Ryan blushed, but kept his composure. "Watch your mouth and hand me a mop."

Dan raised an eyebrow.

"There's an even bigger mess under the table," Ryan said, with a shrug.

*   *   *

Ryan was upstairs, showering again. Dan and Josh remained in the kitchen. Dan
was still covered in cum and made no effort to clean it up. "That went well,"
he said, watching Josh pour himself a glass of orange juice.

"Yep. `Operation: Overkill' totally worked!"

"Better than I'd imagined, it seems."

"Huh? Whatcha mean?"

Dan ran a hand over his chest and tweaked a nipple. "I thought that by
showing your brother how...uninhibited...we were, we could get him to start
joining in our fun. After all, he seemed halfway there last night."

Leaning against the kitchen counter, Josh agreed. "More than halfway there,
I'd say."

"Exactly. So I figured if we kept the ball rolling, we could keep Ryan naked
and maybe...just maybe...get him to open up to the idea of something more. By
having him `catch' you trying to suck yourself off and then find me jacking
off in the kitchen, I thought we'd break down a few barriers. But I dunno...I
think he has fewer barriers than I thought." Dan started playing with himself
again. "Joshie, when I came downstairs I saw him sniffing your ass."

"SNIFFING it? Hell, Dad...I told him I wouldn't say anything...but after you
left, he LICKED it!"

"He WHAT?"

Josh downed the last of his o.j. and put his empty glass in the sink. "It was
only for a second, but yeah, he totally tongued my ass while I was cumming.
He said he slipped, but he was lying. He KNOWS I know he was lying." The boy
took a step forward. "And Dad, I hadn't even showered."

"Interesting...and pretty raunchy...I wonder if--"

Then phone rang, interrupting their conversation. Josh watched as his father
answered. "Hello? Yeah...uh huh...look, it's really not a -- I see...that's not
really necessary...okay, okay...give me 15 minutes." He hung up the phone.
"Well, that was Billy O'Reilly," Dan said grimly. "He wants to talk."

*   *   *

Soon after, Dan was showered, dressed, and grabbing his car keys. Josh was
already gone, and Ryan came downstairs, still naked. "Hey, Dad, what's goin'
on?"

"Hey, Ry...sorry to run out like this, but I've got to take a quick drive with
a friend. I shouldn't be long."

"Where's the Squirt?"

"He ran out to meet Mitch...something about the two of them planning to meet
today. They're pretty much inseparable nowadays. Anyway, I'll be back in an
hour or so, and it'll just be you and me -- at least for a while. We can
relax...catch up...sound good?"

"Sounds great. See ya later, then."

"Soon. Love you, Ry."

"I love you, too, Dad."

And Dan was gone.

*   *   *

Ryan found himself alone in the house for the second time since returning
home. He no longer wanted to see Amy. This was where he wanted to be. But
what did that mean, exactly? The conversation he had with Josh earlier was
heavy on his mind. He had insisted time and time again that he wasn't
gay -- often enough that Josh had picked up on it -- but WHY was he insisting?
What difference did it make when he was living in a house where anything
goes? Well, almost anything. At least the family wasn't having sex.

That got him thinking about the adventure in the living room again...and the
Josh's ass. There was no denying that he was turned on by the sight of his
brother's hole...aroused by it's ripe scent. And the taste -- man, the taste! He
had actually licked Josh's asshole, and if that wasn't gay, then he didn't
know what was. But Josh hadn't been disturbed by it in the least -- he was even
into doing it again.

No...something had definitely been going on in this house before he showed up
last night -- he was sure of it. Dad's casual finger-fucking jerk off session
was confirmation of that.

As he walked upstairs, Ryan decided that he wasn't going to give it too much
thought. If there WAS some dirty secret being kept from him, he didn't want
to know. At least until he could be a part of it.

After months of rooming with Brian and Henry, months of group masturbation
and several questionable instances of "accidental" male-to-male contact, he
was finally starting to give in to the fact that, on some level, at least,
guys turned him on.

He passed Josh's door on the upstairs landing and something gave him pause.
He stood there for a moment, deciding, and then entered his brother's room.
The room was brightly lit, despite the fact that it was on the side of the
house and out of direct sunlight, and it was neat -- neater than Ryan remembered
it being, anyway.

He walked over to Josh's bed and sat there, naked and hard, enjoying the
sensation of his feet on the room's thick, carpeted floor. He was leaning
forward, resting his elbows on his knees, with his dick pressing against his
abs as he looked around. This was Josh's place...the room where he came to
strip down and jerk off. Well, until today, at least.

Now the whole house was Josh's playground. The kid might never want to jerk
off alone again. Ryan's lay back on the bed, pondering the implications of
this new family dynamic, when he felt something damp under his shoulder.

Reaching over, he found himself grasping a pair of socks. They were dress
socks, actually, and Ryan correctly surmised that Josh had worn them the
night before. From the way they felt, he'd used them for something else, as
well. He'd used them to wipe up his cum.

Feeling curious, and more than a little guilty, Ryan took one of the socks
and brought it to his nose. He didn't know what to expect, but the combined
odor of mild sweat and hours-old jizz caused his balls to produce the
smallest drop of precum. That was a surefire sign that he was
excited -- normally, Ryan's dick was dry until the big finish.

Squeezing his cock, he began sniffing the black sock-turned cum rag, really
getting off on it's masculine scent. This wasn't as good as the smell of
Josh's ass, but it was close. Without even thinking about what he was doing,
he took the second damp sock, and slid it over his dick. Now he was jerking
off into it while practically sucking on the first sock. He closed his eyes,
lost in his raunchy experience, while he fucked his hand. This was
wrong -- totally twisted, but he didn't give a fuck.

He was so lost in this dirty thoughts that he never heard the sound of
footsteps coming up the stairs, and he never saw the person standing in the
doorway until it was too late.

"Ryan, just what the hell are you up to?"

He opened his eyes, found himself staring into a familiar face, and struggled
to find an answer.

To Be Continued...

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Author's note: What is Ryan gonna say to the guy in Josh's room? Who IS the
guy in Josh's room? Will Ryan ever admit that he likes boys? And just how
raunchy is he, anyway? What does Billy have to say to Dan? Who's gonna have
sex next? The answers will all be in Chapter 7, coming soon (as long as my
computer behaves). Comments are always welcome. Write to me at
CobbleHillGuy@aol.com. Cheers!