Date: Tue, 20 Sep 2005 18:40:03 +0000
From: rebel7772005@yahoo.com
Subject: "A Dad and his Boys"  (M/t, M/b,incest,oral,anal)

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The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between young males.
If material of this nature offends you then DON'T READ IT!.
To everyone else who this type of material appeals to enjoy.
Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not
allowed to read this story by law.

THIS STORY IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION AND ANY RESEMBLANCE TO PERSON'S
LIVING OR DEAD, OR TO EVENTS THAT MAY HAVE OCCURED, IS PURELY
COINCIDENTAL!.  MOREOVER, NONE OF THE ACTIONS OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS
STORY IS MEANT TO CONDONE, APPROVE, OR SANCTION THEIR BEHAVIOUR.

			    A Dad and his Boys
				Originally
				    By
				Marc Paige

				  written
				    by
				   Rebel

				 Chapter 2

			      IMPORTANT NOTE

As I've mentioned at the end of part one of this story I'm too busy to
continue it myself so I've turned over writting to rebel who did a great
job on another chapter for your reading pleasure. I hope you enjoy his
writing as much as I did.

If you have any question you can e-mail me at: ollie_901@hotmail.com

Send any comments you have about this story to Rebel at
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			      Enjoy the story


I groggily came to the realization that I had to pee like a racehorse, and
wondered why.
Then I remembered the evening before and thought back that we were so
exhausted after our sexual
romp that we just fell asleep, not doing our usual bathroom routine.
I was warm and comfy ensconced between my two boys, but I knew that if I
didn't get up soon, I'd
have to make the bed with clean sheets.  `Damn,' I thought, `the boys didn't
go either.'
That thought made up my mind for me and I came fully awake.
"Jeff," I said quietly as I gently nudged him.  "Jeff, wake up."  He turned
over from his
position of sleeping with his butt pushed up next to my side, slowly opened
his eyes, and smiled
at me.
"Hi dad.  Morning already?" he questioned.
"No baby, it's only 2:30," I told him as I glanced over at the clock on the
bedside table.
"We didn't pee or anything last night, and if you hafta go as badly as I do,
we'd better go
before we have an accident."
"Yeah, I do gotta go," he answered as he rolled over and stood up.  "What
about Timmy?" he asked
as he started for the bathroom but then stopped.
"I'll get him," I answered, "Just go pee."  He nodded and stumbled off to my
bathroom, the
closest one.

I knew that Timmy was a really sound sleeper and figured that I'd be better
off just carrying him
to the toilet.  I boosted over the little guy as he was curled up in a fetal
position sleeping
soundly on my other side.
The covers had fallen back with my movement and I looked down at my angel as
he snored lightly.
I heard the sound of Jeff's stream stop so I picked Timmy up and headed to
my bathroom.
Since the bays had been little and before their mother had died, we had
several night lights in
the room and our bathroom for the times when we had to go to one of them in
the night.
I found that they were just the ticket for finding my way around without
being blinded by
turning on the overhead lights, so I kept them in place long after the boys
were grown past that
stage.
I met Jeff coming out as I started into the bathroom and he backed up to the
toilet, putting
down the seat, anticipating when I was headed.
"Thanks son," I said gratefully as I set Timmy on the toilet holding him up.
"You'd better get back to bed," I told him as I was trying to figure out a
way to get Timmy
started.
Jeff had a great idea and turned on the tap in the basin, letting the water
splash against the
basin.

I was amazed at how ingenious he was when I heard and then saw that Timmy
was indeed emptying
his bladder – and NOT in my bed.
But it also had the same affect on me and I wasn't sure I could hold it.
"Jeff, hold Timmy a second," I asked him and bewildered, he came over and
propped up his brother.
I immediately stood up close to the shower and let myself go, listening to
the chuckle behind me.
After I finished and shook myself off, I turned to see Jeff doing the same
for his brother.
`He really does love him,' I thought as I watched.  When he was finished, I
stepped up and again
pulled Timmy into my arms and headed back to bed, hearing the toilet flush
as I moved.
I lay Timmy back on the bed and he just kept right on sleeping, never
missing a `z' through the
entire proceeding.
I crawled back over him to my position in the middle and saw Jeff reach for
the covers and pull
them over Timmy and me, then come around the bed crawl back in beside me.
"Thanks baby," I whispered, "For the help with Timmy, and for being such a
great son."
Jeff didn't say anything but pressed forward and planted his lips to mine in
a tender, non-sexual
kiss.
"You're welcome dad, you're the best dad in the world," he told me and gave
me another nice kiss.
We snuggled up close and it wasn't long before I heard him lightly snore
into me.
`I have great kids,' I thought as I too drifted back to dreamland.

It seemed like I had only been asleep for a couple of minutes, and I knew
that I was having a
great dream, when I stirred and felt an arm laying over my hip and stroking
on my very hard cock.
I woke up a bit more and saw that I had turned on my side toward a sleeping
Timmy and realized
that it was Jeff reaching over me and bringing on the great dream.
I felt his hard dick pushing and pulling slightly between my ass cheeks and
figured, `what's
good for the goose...'  I slowly eased my hand over the top of Jeff's, but
when he felt me move,
he stopped stroking me.  "That's ok baby," I said over my shoulder to him,
"It feels good."
"Sorry daddy, I didn't mean to wake you up, but I got real horny lying next
to you," he
whispered back as he slowly resumed his stroking of my hard cock and pushing
his dick between my
cheeks.
"Get the lotion Jeffy," I said to him and he raised his head in surprise.
He sure didn't hesitate once he saw that I wasn't joking or mad at him and
reached over to the
table, grabbed the lotion bottle, squirted some into his palm, but started
to reach around
behind himself.  "No baby, on me," I told him quietly.  His eyes got real
big, but again he
didn't waste any time slathering up my butt crack and paying particular
attention to my hole.
I felt him ease a finger inside me and I had all of the wonderful feelings
from my growing up
with my brother Joe.  I started pushing back onto his greasy finger and he
eased two into me.
After a few more minutes, I felt like I was loose enough to take Jeffy
inside.
"Now use your hand on yourself," I said softly, and he eased his fingers out
of me and I felt
the bed move.

I wanted him to have a good time, so I pushed back against him slightly.
As I figured, he moved over a little, still working on his dick.
I rolled onto my belly and looked out to my other side to watch Jeffy
getting himself ready.
"There's a towel on the floor under the bed," I told him as I saw him
looking around trying to
figure out where to wipe his hand.  An evil grin came to his face as he got
off the bed and
peeked under to find my cum towel.
"Yes, your old man jacks off," I told him as he slid back onto the bed
almost smirking at this
new revelation as he wiped his hand.
"After you get inside, I want you to take it slow this time," I whispered
almost directly into
his ear, "For two reasons.
First, it's been a long time since I did this with Joe and it will take me a
bit to get used to
it again.
And second, I want you to really enjoy it and learn to pace yourself; it
will be a lot better for
you."

"Ok daddy, I will," he whispered back.
"When you feel yourself getting close, just push in hard and wait for the
feelings to pass, and
then start up slowly again," I told him as I could see that he was anxious
to get started.
"Besides," I chuckled, "We wouldn't want to wake up Timmy, now would we."
"He'd sleep through an atom bomb," Jeff scoffed as he pushed the covers
further down and crawled
between my legs.
I spread my legs a little and lay there, waiting for him to enter me.  After
a few seconds, I
felt his hand gently stroking my ass and feeling all the way down the thighs
and back to my butt.
I looked back over my shoulder and saw that he seemed to be entranced at
seeing my butt before
him for the first time.
`Let him look,' I thought, `after all, this is all for him.'  Then I thought
back to my own
excitement and admitted to myself that I was really looking forward to this.
`I'm gonna call Joe tomorrow,' I thought dreamily as I waited for Jeff.
`Maybe I can get him to move himself and the boys out here to be closer to
us,' and the thought
made me harder as I was feeling my son feel all over my butt.
I felt the bed move and Jeff starting to try to find my hole.  I figured out
what the difficulty
was and pulled my pillow down, raising the both of us up a little as I slid
it under my
mid-section.  That made all the difference and I could feel Jeff's dick
start into my hole.
"Ahhhhhh," I moaned quietly as I felt him slip inside me and slowly glide
all the way down to
his sparse pubic hairs.

He rested there for a moment also allowing me to catch my breath.  "Ok
Jeffy, nice and slow," I
whispered over my shoulder at him as he lay quietly on my back.  He
stretched forward but
couldn't quite reach, so he settled for kissing my shoulder.
I felt him slowly withdraw a little and then push back inside.  He was just
the right length and
was at the perfect angle to hit my prostate as he moved.
After three or four strokes, I couldn't hold it anymore and sighed heavily
at the long since
dormant feeling he was arousing within me.  "Oh god Jeffy," I moaned, "You
feel so good."  I
could almost see him smile as he realized that he was giving me pleasure
too.
I had to chuckle at myself when I noticed that I was watching the numbers on
the clock on the
table as my son was giving me the most pleasurable sensations that I had
felt in a long time.
`5:47am,' I mused, `what a wonderful but short night,' as I felt Jeff do as
I asked and slowly
enjoy himself.  It was a good ten minutes of slow and steady fucking before
I felt his pace
speed up and then he pushed hard into me and stopped moving, breathing hard
over my shoulder.
I saw by the clock that he waited a full five minutes before starting in
again at a very slow
rate.  "You ok?" I asked back to him.
"Yeah," he responded, "But I don't know if I can do that again.
It was the hardest thing to stop; all I wanted to do was finish," he
breathed into my ear.
"Is it starting to feel better now?" I asked him.
"Oh yeah," he breathed tensely, "Better than anything I've ever felt
before," he muttered
hoarsely.

"Try to do it just once more Jeffy," I said, "I promise that it WILL be
worth the wait."  I felt
him shake a little so I assumed that he was nodding down to me.
I turned to my other side and saw that Timmy was still dead to the world,
snuggled up in a
cocoon of the bed covers.
It didn't take but about four minutes before Jeff was picking up speed and
then suddenly ram hard
back into me and stop moving completely, hugging me hard and breathing hard
through his mouth.
This time he only waited about three minutes before I felt him withdraw
slightly and push back,
starting his rhythm again.  This time I could feel that there was no
stopping him.
Even though he was moving slowly, his thrusts were hard and deep, ramming
solidly into my
prostate.  He felt hard as a steel poker as he rammed hard into me, working
me up too at a
surprising rate.
It only took a few more strokes and I knew he was past the point of no
return.
"UUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" Jeff wailed before he bit down into my shoulder
flesh, triggering my own
salvo to shoot out into the pillow underneath me.
I grabbed the other pillow since Timmy wasn't using it and screamed at the
top of my lungs into
it as I convulsed uncontrollably beneath Jeff who was holding on as if his
life depended on it.
As we both returned from our emotional and sexual nirvana, I felt Jeff
slowly withdraw from me, a
nd I felt cold and clammy.
As he lay down beside me, I could see that he was sweating profusely and
knew that I was too.
"Wow," was all he could say, looking over at me, and smiling from ear to
ear.
"Yeah, me too," I confided as I smiled back.
"That is probably the best fuck I have ever felt," I told him and I watched
him blush a bit.
"I mean it," I assured him, "Better that anytime with Joe and even better
than with your mother."
He slid closer and wrapped my arm over him nestling into my armpit.
"Thanks for telling me to go slow daddy," he whispered and I could tell that
he was as pooped as I was.
"Go to sleep baby, we'll talk more tomorrow," I whispered into the top of
his head.  I don't
remember anything more than an all encompassing love for my son.


"Daaadd, Jeefff, wake up," was the next thing that entered my fog shrouded
brain.
I opened one eye and saw Jeff looking back, also trying to shake the cotton
from his head.
I looked at the clock and saw that it read 9:52.  I rolled over onto my back
and rubbed the
sleep out of my eyes.
"I thought you guys were gonna sleep forever," I heard and looked down
toward the foot of the
bed.  Timmy was standing there with the rolling breakfast cart next to him.
We usually kept it in the kitchen with my wife's cookbooks on it.  I don't
think it had ever
moved except for cleaning. I then felt an urgent need to get to the
bathroom, so I got out of
bed and walked inside with Jeff right behind me.
We stood there pissing into the toilet as we slowly looked over to each
other and smiled,
remembering our early morning encounter.
We walked back into the bedroom to find that Timmy had brought us breakfast
in bed.  As I sat
down on the end of the bed, Timmy said, "I got hungry, so I made us all
breakfast," by way of
an explanation.
I pulled his still naked little body into my arms and gave him a big hug and
a kiss on top of
his head.
He was in no mood for cuddles and pulled back; first things first, I guess.
The toast was brown
and butter when it was still hot, the Sugar Pops were neatly in three bowls,
the milk was cold,
and the coffee was steaming.
`Coffee?' I thought, but then remembered that I always set the coffeemaker
up at night so that
all he had had to do was to switch it on.  `One smart little boy I had
here,' I reasoned.
"Thank you Timmy, this looks great," I told him even though I don't usually
eat cereal for
breakfast.

Jeff and I poured on milk as it was passed to us from Timmy, and watched as
he spread some jam
onto a piece of toast.
As I slowly ate my cereal, I found that I was taken back to the teen years
I'd spent back on the
ranch and all the fun I'd had with my friends and my older brother.
I finished my Sugar Pops and then had a wicked thought.  I brought the bowl
up to my lips and
drank the remaining milk down to the startled looks on both sons' faces.
When I slurped the last of the milk loudly like Timmy does, they both
giggled and followed my
lead by drinking theirs.
"Well guys, what are we gonna do today?" I asked their sparkling, young
faces.
They looked back and forth at each other, and then Jeff spoke up and asked,
"Can we just stay
here and have a quiet day?  I'm kinda tired."
I knew how he felt, but I saw Timmy's face fall and the light drop from his
eyes.
"Tell ya what," I started, "What about we stay around here; I'm sure we can
find something to
keep us busy," as I leered at Timmy and saw him brighten immediately.  "Then
we'll go to Water
World later in the afternoon."
"Yea," screamed Timmy as he bounced in front of us.  "Can I ask Berry to go
too?" he asked,
referring to his school friend from down the street.
"Sure, why not," I answered, even though I could see that Jeff wasn't all
that enthused.
Timmy said he was gonna call Berry and ask him as he pranced out of the
room.  "Cheer up Jeff," I
told him, "It'll be fun, and I'm sure that we both can still get a little
rest today.
I want to call Joe in a little while and see if I can get him to come out
for a visit or
something."  I brightened immediately figuring out what I had in mind since
he was the one who
asked my about my times with Joe when we were growing up.

"Let's go shower, we'll both feel better," I told him, squeezing his knee.
"Together?" he asked astonished.
"Unless you'd rather shower alone," I answered, "I just kinda thought that
it would be ok,
considering..." and I let my voice trail off.
"No... uuhhh... that's not what I meant.  I think it's great," he started, "But
you've never let us
before."
"Well, I think a lot of things have changed around here since last night,
don't you think?"  I
remarked.  He grinned from ear to ear and started for the bathroom just as
Timmy came back into
the bedroom.
"Berry can go," he told us, "He'll be over later with his swimsuit and towel
so we can play
until it's time to go."  I looked over at him and had an ugly thought.
"Timmy, are you and Berry playing around with each other?"  I saw the look
of confusion cross
his face so I continued, "Like you, Jeff, and I did last night, I mean."
"No daddy," he answered somberly, "Jeff is the only one I've even done
anything with."
"That's good," I responded, "You can't ever tell anybody, ok?  If either one
of you let something
slip," I said looking at both of them, "I'd be in a lot of trouble and the
cops would take you
guys away from me.
I couldn't stand that; I love you guys soooo much," and I hugged them close
so they wouldn't see
my eyes getting wet.
"We won't tell nobody, will we Timmy," Jeff promised as he turned a
threatening glare toward his
little brother.

Timmy very solemnly shook his head from side to side, as he looked big-eyed
between us.
"Ok guys, let's get showered and dressed for the day," I said as I swatted
them on their bare
behinds and headed them toward the bathroom.
I saw Jeff lean over and say something to Timmy as I walked over to get some
clean underwear
from my drawers, and I assumed that it was an explanation as to what was
going on.
When I walked into the bathroom, the boys were already in the oversized
shower stall that my
wife and I had remodeled into the house a few years ago.
They were giggling and laughing as I opened the door and stepped in.
It was a fun time giving my little guys a bath again.  I hadn't done that in
a very long time,
and the boys relished in the fact that they could wash me too.
I got onto my knees and allowed them to shampoo my hair, and I made sure
their butts were clean
of any lotion left from last night.
Jeff made sure I was as clean as they were, and then we turned off the water
and I reached for
towels.
There's enough room for the three of us to dry off inside the stall so we
didn't track any water
onto the outside floor.
I scooted them off to their room as I pulled on my underwear and started the
morning routine of
shaving and brushing my teeth.
When I was dressed, I noticed that someone had taken the cart away, and when
I walked into the
kitchen, I saw that everything was put away with the dirty dishes in the
dishwasher.
I was very thankful that my wife had taught our boys so well to help out
around the house.
I really missed her a lot.

I saw that the boys were engrossed in the usual Saturday morning cartoons,
so I decided to go to
my home office and call Joe.
The phone rang half a dozen times and then I heard his answering machine
pick up.
"Hi," I heard my brother's baritone voice start, "We're all at the stock
auction today, but I
will be checking my messages throughout the day, so if you leave me a
message I will call you
back."
Than as kind of an afterthought I heard, "Oh yeah, hope you have a good
day," followed by
laughing in the background.  I assumed that it was my nephews giving their
father a bad time.
I fired up my computer to get some work done while I waited.
Joe and I talked often on the phone and we traveled back to the ranch
several times so the boys
could get to know their cousins.
We even took a two week vacation together and took the boys to Orlando last
year.
Looking back, I guess we were closer than a lot of brothers, but we enjoyed
each other's company,
and now that my wife died and his had ran off for good after a couple of
other times, we looked
to each other for support and wanted the boys to all know each other.
Now with the experiences of last night and my confession of doing things
with Joe when we were
kids, I felt a definite longing and wanted to feel him out about him moving
out west to be
closer to us.

It only took about half an hour when the phone intruded on my concentration.
I answered with a short "Hello," since I'd been interrupted in a train of
thought.
"Sorry," I heard Joe say, "I didn't mean to interrupt anything."
"Hi Joey.  Sorry about that, you know how I get sometimes when I'm
concentrating," I said trying
to apologize.
"Yeah, I well remember my front tooth little brother," as he reminded me of
when I swung around
on him with a hammer when he tried to sneak up on me when we were kids.  "So
what's up?"
"Well... uuhhh... I just was wondering how you and the boys were doing... and... and
how the ranch was...
and things..." as my voice trialed off while I was trying to think of
something.
"Bill, you never could lie worth a shit," Joe chuckled at me, and it was
just as if the years
had never been there and I was back trying to explain to mom about why I got
hit by Peggy Maxwell
out on the playground when we were in the third grade.
"I just missed you guys," I started to explain rushing the words so I didn't
break up on the
phone hearing his voice.
Something I said or the way I said it must have caused Joe some concern,
because all I heard for
the longest time was his breathing into the phone.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, he said, "Billy, what's wrong?  You
know you can tell
me anything," he said in his very soothing way, the way I remembered my big
brother loving me so
much when we were little.

"Just... just give me minute," I choked out, "I'll get it together and tell
you, okay?"
"Sure little brother," he said relaxing the tension in his voice on the
other end.  "Take all
the time you need, I'm not going anywhere."
I could still hear him on the line but his breathing was easier.  My mind
flashed back to all
the love I had around me all the time from my big brother Joe, to our
parents who were killed in
that stupid car wreck, to my wife Betty who died from breast cancer but who
gave me two wonderful
sons who loved me very much.
I set the phone down and grabbed a Kleenex from the box on my desk, blowing
my nose to clear my
head.
"Sorry about that Joey," I started but he interrupted again.
"You have nothing to be sorry about Billy, that's what big brothers are for.
  Now, will you tell
me what's going on?"  I proceeded to tell him about my overwhelming day with
the boys last night
and today, leaving out the sex part cause I still wasn't sure of how to tell
him that.
but  telling him how much his love meant to me when we were growing up and
that I guess I was
hiding from the world since I buried Betty.
My boys made me realize just how loved and cared for I really was and that I
just wanted to see
him and the boys again.
"Oh, is that all," he joked and I thought that maybe I'd made a mistake.
"I'll be on the next
plane," and he chuckled a bit.
I breathed easier when I realized that he was covering up his nervousness
with his wry sense of
humor.

After he'd thought a bit he said, "We do have harvest vacation coming up,
would that be soon
enough?"  He reminded me of the one week vacation from school that came up
in October for all of
the kids who were needed on their family's farm to help get in the crops.
"Hey, that'd be great," I answered trying to remember just when it was.
"Sometimes I wish we had
that out here," I told him.
"Yeah, but our school lasts a week longer in the spring than yours does to
make up the time,
remember?"  I could tell that our old banter was back and I felt better.
"When does that start Joe?" I asked referring to the harvest vacation.
"Three weeks from this weekend," he replied, "Will that work for you?"
"That would be great!  I can hardly wait," I enthused, and he picked up on
it.
"Well..." he drawled, "That is if you can put up with being bossed around by
your big brother for
a week, and two little hellions under foot," he chuckled reminding me that
we both considered
each other's sons as little angels while our own were little hellions.
"I sure can, I need to see you all again.  I'll get the tickets for Friday
night or Saturday
morning for the three of you to fly out.
After I've got them I'll get back to you, ok?"  I asked.
"Bill, you don't need to do that, I can--"
"No, I'm the one who called and I'm the one who needs to see you guys, so
let me get the
tickets."  I was firm and it came through in my voice, I'm sure.
"Ok, ok," Joe chuckled on the other end, "Just let me know where and when so
I can tell the boys,
and we'll be there."
"I know you will.  Thank you Joey," I reverted to his childhood name, "I
love you," I whispered.
"I know Billy, I know.  I love you too... very much," I heard him say gently.
"And if you need to
talk any between now and then, please call me, huh?"  We chatted a bit
longer but I heard the
auction going in the background and didn't want to keep him.  We said our
goodbye's with me
telling him I'd call as soon as I got the tickets.

I felt a lot better after talking with Joe and knowing that he and the boys
were coming for a
week.
I called my friend who arranged all of my travel, told him what I wanted,
and asked him to put it
on my American Express.
He said he'd call me back as soon as he had the tickets.
I got up and walked out to the living room to tell Jeff and Timmy about the
visit.  I had to
smile when I looked down over the back of the couch and saw Jeff asleep with
his head in Timmy's
lap.
When Timmy saw me, he started to get up but I held him down.  "Sussh," I
whispered in his ear,
"You don't want to wake him do you?"  He shook his head no, and I then asked
him, "Would you
like to go back to bed with me?"
It took him a minute to figure out just what it was that I was saying, but
then he brightened
and quietly said, "Yeah!"  I helped him ease his little body out from under
Jeff's head,
replacing it with a pillow from the couch.
We left the TV on to keep Jeff company and the two of us walked down the
hall, Timmy holding my
hand like he hasn't done in years.
I looked down at Timmy as we walked and saw his little pecker start to lift
up.
It wasn't but three or fours steps and he was hard as nails and pointing at
the ceiling.
`Ah, the resilience of youth,' I thought as we rounded the doorway and Timmy
ran for the rumpled
bed.

I lay down on my back with the idea of scooting toward the middle of the
bed, but I didn't make
before I had this warm bundle of moving flesh crawling onto my chest.
When Timmy got settled where he wanted and looking down at me, I said, "Hi
there," and he giggled
and brought his lips to mine in a chaste little kiss.
When I felt his lips touch mine, it felt like an electric shock went though
them.  I responded
immediately and when he felt my response, he started kissing more fervently,
opening his mouth,
and adding his tongue to the action.
I guess he wasn't sure of my reaction when he first started, but it didn't
take him long to
realize that I was as horny for him as he was for me.  I slid my hands to
his rump now positioned
directly over my stomach and within east reach.
I felt the firmness of his barely budding ass muscles, soft, just under the
skin.
I kneading each cheek slowly as Timmy directed the kissing, but soon found
my hands pulling at
the cheeks and opening up his crack to the air.
I let my fingers slip gently to his crack and moved them up and down, all
the way to his small
ballsac and back.
"Aahhhhhhh daddy," he hissed into my mouth as he started to squirm under my
fingertips.  I could
feel his hard little pricklet pushing and rubbing around in the small amount
of belly hair I had,
and felt my cock start to leak a bit of pre-cum.
I broke Timmy's kiss, brought my fingers to my mouth, and got them as wet as
I could, even
spitting onto my fingers, and then put my hand back to his rump using the
palm to spread his
cheek as I worked the spit around his hole.

I eased my index finger into his hole and felt it relax to the pressure.
`Jeff has taught him
well,' I smirked to myself, `I wonder how long this has been going on that I
didn't know about.'
It was so easy, after only a couple of strokes, I added my middle finger and
slid it inside his
totally relaxed butthole, all the way to the knuckle.
"YEEESSSSSSSS!!" Timmy breathed hard into my chest, rocking his hips from
side to side, working
his pecker into my belly as I was rhythmically moving in and out of his
hole, trying to hit his
immature prostate as often as I could.
Timmy started bucking hard against me as I felt him tense up and grab me
hard around my
shoulders.
His hole held my fingers like a vise, but I was able to move my fingers
inside of him, tickling
his gland with the tips.
Being younger, a boy can't produce sperm when he cums, but he is able to
have many more orgasms
since he doesn't expend as much energy with each one.
I was trying to make this one last as long as possible for my son, enjoying
vicariously his
sexual high.
"AAAHHHH, AAAHHH, AAAHHHH!!" he screamed into my chest as I drove him wild
in a fit of ecstasy.
He was so "up," I got a little nervous and stopped flexing my fingertips and
just held him tight,
but still full embedded in his ass.
It took Timmy a full five minutes for his body to relax and his breathing to
return to some
semblance of normal.
He may have even passed out from the extreme sensations he had experienced,
but I couldn't see
his face since it was buried in my chest right next to my chin.
He finally moved a bit to slide off of my chest, so I slipped my fingers out
and helped him to
lie down beside me.

"That was wild, little man," I lovingly said to him, smiling down at his
dazed face.
"Yyeeaaahhh," he sighed out, "That was the best ever daddy," and I saw in
his eyes that he was
tired and I thought that, FINALLY, he was sated.
But my expectations were dashed when he said, "But I still want you to fuck
me daddy," and turned a
little pink at his confession.
"What?"  I was amazed.  "I did it twice last night, and so did Jeff.  You
gotta be sore,"
concern creeping into my voice.  I saw Timmy's entire vestige deflate when I
told him that.
"But if you wanna try it, I will too, but you've got to promise me that if
it hurts, we'll stop."
  He lit up like a Christmas tree and grinned widely.
"There's always another time, you know," remembering that to a child,
`tomorrow' is an eternity
away, and the here and now is all that counts.
We lay next to each other just chatting and giggling.  This was the first
time in a long time
that I felt this close to my two boys.
Since my wife died, I had immersed myself in work to make a better place for
my two boys, but
along the way, loosing the connection we had patiently strived for along the
way.
As I realized what I had been doing, I vowed to myself to change; to give my
boys what they
needed most, my time, love, and affection.
With this new twist that had come into our lives, I found an avenue to make
it all happen and
to get over the loss of my partner and get on with my life.

Timmy propped himself up on his elbow, still playing with the hair on my
chest as he looked
down at me.  "Whatcha thinkin' about daddy?" he asked, jerking me out of my
reverie.
I turned my head toward him and smiled as I replied, "How much I love you
and your brother; how
much you both mean to me," and I hugged him close.
"I love you too daddy," he said as he hugged me back.  "I got so scared when
you found me and
Jeffy yesterday," he confessed.
"Scared?  Scared of what Timmy, of me?"  I was worried that I had sent the
wrong message
sometime that would have made him scared of me.
"Nnooooo," he said slowly, "I got scared that you'd make us quit doin' it."
And he blushed
crimson.
Now I saw that I had done nothing wrong to make him scared, but society had
taken away his
innocence and he realized that most people wouldn't understand him and his
brother loving each
other like that.
His loss of innocence at such a tender age almost made me cry, but I was
relieved to find out
that I hadn't scared him sometime in the past.
We were silent for a while longer, each lost in our own thoughts, but then
he perked up and
enthused, "Can we do it now daddy?"
I had to chuckle at his drastic change of mood and again marvel at the speed
of his recovery.
"Sure baby, how would you like to do it?"  I guess he had never been asked
before, because I saw
that he had to think about it a little.

He had reached over and was slowly stroking my cock back to being really
hard since I had gone
down some from our earlier bout.
"Like Jeff and me do it," he told me as a giggle escaped his mouth.  I knew
that meant face to
face with me on top, so I knew it would be up to me to work out the
mechanics of the differences
in our size, and for me to be sure not to injure him either by laying too
much weight on him or by
going too deep or too hard when I'm inside him.
I reached over for the lotion that we had been using but then decided to try
something new that
I felt would be better.  I reached inside the drawer and pulled out the
squeeze bottle of "Wet"
I had there.
It wasn't as messy, being water based, but gave better feeling because the
lube mixed with
natural body fluids and enabled you to `feel' more.
I squeezed a dollop onto my fingers and reached between Timmy's spread legs.
"Ooohhh," Timmy said as the cool lube touched his crack and I slid over his
hole.
It didn't take but a minute for it to warm and Timmy smiled up at me as I
pushed quite a bit
inside of him using two fingers with not discernable discomfort to my son.
After pushing in and out a few times, I removed my hand and used the
remainder on my now very
hard dick but being careful to not make it too nice.  I was surprised at my
reaction when I
realized that I was indeed looking forward to again being inside his very
hot and tight little
chute.
I wiped the excess on the towel that was still where Jeff had left it, then
I knee-walked over
Timmy's leg to position myself between his legs.

When I was close to him, I looked into his trusting eyes and asked, "You
ready?"  Timmy just
nodded up at me with no trace or apprehension in his gaze, but it looked
like anticipation as he
licked his lips and his little cocklet throbbed and was sticking up hard
against his belly.
I picked up his legs and lifted them to my chest, but Timmy got the idea and
pulled them back
farther toward his head, opening and exposing his little hole to me.
"Jeffy likes me to do it like this; he says it feels better.  Is that ok
daddy?"  He looked up
at me with big, trusting eyes.
"But remember little one," I started, "I'm a lot bigger than Jeff is, so if
it starts to hurt,
you promise you'll tell me, right?"
"Yes daddy," he said solemnly inching his little butt back closer to me.
I rose up on my knees and leaned forward over him, guiding my cock to his
tiny butt hole with my
hand.
As I felt my cockhead contact his pucker, I looked into his eyes to watch
his reaction.
I knew that there were other positions that would probably cause him less
trauma, but this was
what he wanted, so I thought I'd give it a try.
I gently pushed forward and down, but nothing was happening.  Suddenly the
increased pressure
gave way and I felt my entire cockhead slip inside his tiny, tiny hole.
I didn't mean it to happen that way, but it was done.
Timmy gave a sharp intake of breath but his smile never left his face,
although it did look a
little forced now.

I waited quite a while until I felt the tension in his ass ease and he
became used to my invader.
He even started to lift himself slightly onto my impaler, so I told him, "No
Timmy, you just
lay there and try to relax.
Let me do the work and I can see how much is in you and how badly
you hurt."  He just nodded and relaxed back onto the sheet.  I slid another
couple of inches
inside his tight rectum and then stopped again as I felt him tense up.
After a few seconds,
I felt his insides relax and he nodded up to me, catching on to what I was
doing.
We moved together that way until astonishingly, I felt my pubic hairs
contact his baby soft skin.
I don't know which one of us was more surprised, we had both been
concentrating on the
insertion and not thinking about the completion.
"I got it all daddy," he sighed out in a whispered voice.
"You sure do Timmy, you sure do," I told him still in awe at my little boy.
I adjusted my
position a little, letting Timmy take some of my weight as I moved his lower
body a little
sideways to straighten him under me.
"Uuuuuugghhhhhhh," he moaned and I grew concerned again, but when I looked
at his angelic face,
I saw that he had closed his eyes and the genuine smile had returned.  `I
can't believe this,' I
thought, `this little boy, my son, has taken all I have and seems content to
have me buried
inside him.'  I very slowly withdrew a few inches and returned, but when no
sound came from
Timmy, I did it again, only withdrawing almost completely.
I slipped slowly back inside the tight, hot channel and Timmy moaned once
more.
"You like this don't you Timmy," I quietly asked.

"Yyeeeaahhhhh," he sighed, "You fill me so full daddy, and it feels sooooo
gooood."  I almost
chuckled at the thought that I had a real cock hound on my hands.  I picked
up the rhythm
slightly but still not ramming hard into his tender young ass.  Timmy
started moving a bit under
me and suddenly he jerked hard.  I must have hit his prostate again, so I
rose up a bit more,
causing him to roll up under me, and changing the angle I was penetrating
him.
"Ugh, ughh, ughh," he started chanting as I was hitting him squarely with
each slow insertion.
I felt that he was close so I increased my speed and concentrated on hitting
him every time.
Suddenly he wailed, "AAAHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!" and grabbed on to my
outstretched arms.
I was in a better position this time when his vice-like grip assaulted my
dick and was able to
drive in and out several more times while he was experiencing yet another
dry orgasm.
I could see that I was making it almost painful for him so I pushed in and
waited for him to
come back down some.  I knew I was close, but knew too that he was capable
of yet one more, and
hopefully we could cum off together.
I only waited a couple of minutes and when I felt his ass muscles ease, I
started my in and out
seesaw action again.
I could feel that he was only about halfway back, but I was really close
too.
As Timmy started chanting again, I quickened the pace to where I was almost
ramming him like I
would have with an adult partner. Suddenly, "UUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
rang out in my ears
and this time his contractions took me over the top along with him.
I could feel what felt like gallons of my daddy goo shouting out of my
enflamed cock and
liberally coating his insides, but I was powerless to do anything else
except try to drill
further and further down into his constricted hole.

It could have been an hour for all I knew that we were locked together in
that position, both in
our own worlds far, far away.
I felt my leg start to cramp a little and knew that I must be hurting my
brave little boy, so I
slowly pulled all the way out of his well-used hole in one stroke, and
helped him ease his tired
legs back onto the bed.
I reached for the towel and cleaned us up, and then lay down beside him on
the pillow.
"Are you ok, little man?" I asked lovingly.
"Yeah daddy, I feel good all over now," he said but still didn't open his
eyes.
I pulled the sheet over us and slid my arm around his head.
Timmy rolled half onto my side, looked up at me, and said, "Thank you
daddy."  I was so
overwhelmed with love at that moment for both of my sons, I was speechless
and just pulled him
tighter to me.  "I love you daddy," he said quietly.
I'm glad he had his head on my chest and couldn't see the tears of joy
running down my cheeks.

To Be Continued...