Date: Fri, 14 Nov 2014 02:05:43 +0000 (UTC)
From: Db Byron <db.byron@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dipsticks Part Five M/b Incest

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Chapter Five: "Sluts & Whores On Men's Room Floors"

Halloween night was in full swing as I watched Bruno taking drink orders
from behind the counter.  He'd decided to take over for me, leaving me free
to enjoy the sights and sounds of the bar.  I mostly hung out by the
counter with Pup.  For some reason I was having fun petting his back and
occasionally sharing candy with him.

He was a sweet little boy and I found him even more interesting now that I
knew he did indeed have the ability to speak on his own.  Although he chose
the type and timing of his words extremely carefully.  I assumed it was
because his Master Bruno, had instilled a preference for silence within
him.  The boy wasn't about to raise his voice unnecessarily.  Unless he
knew absolution that his Master approved and wouldn't be angered by his
choice of words.

As I stood there observing the two of them, I wondered just how many years
it had taken for them to become the couple they'd become.  Pup's behavior
was clearly deeply rooted in him.  Possibly not only from just years of
conditioning but perhaps it was all he'd been raised to know.  He was quite
young and though it was hard for me to imagine, I found myself considering
that he might have been taught from birth to be the way he is today.

While I contemplated the possibilities of the boy's upbringing, Roger got
up from his bar stool and approached me.  He motioned for me to follow him
and I left the counter in pursuit.  He lead us into the men's room, where
we were engulfed in the bright flashing light of the strobe light.  A man
passed us on his way out of the room, revealing the hogtied Mexican boy,
that was still tired to a chair.

Roger stepped behind the boy, who had just become available for mounting
and I could see the trails of blood running down his dark tan little legs.
I had a feeling Roger expected me to join him in fucking the boy but I just
couldn't under the circumstances.  So instead, I stepped around him to get
to the trough urinal.  There I unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out.
It was semi-hard as I held it and aimed for the base of the urinal.  It was
then that I noticed the boy was staring at me at with tears pouring down
his face.

I found it difficult to piss with his tear stained little face looking at
me.  Luckily, he turned to look back at Roger when the man grabbed hold of
his tiny ass cheeks and spread them.

"Oh yes, Mmmm.  The fellas have been work'n it over good."  Roger said as
he unzipped his jeans, "Glad to see he's receiving a warm welcome.
Wouldn't want him to get all the way to Grandma's house without taking a
few loads."

The whimpered as Roger spread his cheeks wide to show his ripped hole.
Even from where I was standing, I could see it was definitely ripped open
and on full display, just ready for the taking.

Roger gave his 8" uncut dick a few strokes as he said, "Look how that tiny
ass just spreads for the dick.  Mmmm.  It comes natural to'em.  He ain't
even gotta speak English.  I know he wants this big ole American fuck pole
shoved up his ass."

Then he let go of the boy's cheeks as he guided his pierced dick between
the boy's cheeks.  It slid into the blood soaked hole with ease and I
watched it disappear inside him.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"  The boy cried.

"Ohhhh.  Mmmm.  Fuck, yeah."  Roger moaned as he inched his way deeper into
the boy, "I love sloppy seconds, thirds, fourths, fuck I just love it
sloppy!  Mmmmm!"

I tried to focus on taking a piss but I couldn't take my eyes off of the
action.  I watched as he slowly but forcefully pushed his big dick into the
boy's tiny ass until it was balls deep and began to fuck him.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"  The boy cried again.

Even though the boy had resumed his crying and sobbing, I was glad he'd
turned his attention away from me, so that I could finally piss.  As my hot
wet stream of piss splashed down into the trough, I listened to his cries
and the sounds of Roger's balls slapping his ravaged little asshole.  I
took a hefty piss but just as my stream finally came to an end, I felt
someone's hand on my ass.  I turned around in a hurry and found some guy
was standing there looking at me.

I feared he was going to try and fuck me right there and then.  Needless to
say, in my panic I splashed him with a sudden burst of urine.  Causing him
to smile unexpectedly.  He was apparently a piss pig and had been watching
me piss the whole time.  Before I could put my dick away, he reached out
and grabbed hold of it.  I was about to tell him to back off but before I
could, he dropped to his knees and started licking and sucking me as if he
was trying to get the last drops of piss out of my dick.

I didn't know what else to do but stand there and let him do his thing.
Actually, in hindsight I think it was sort of nice to have someone want to
do that for me.  His tongue licked my piss-slit hungrily as he drained my
last drops and cleaned me up.  It was about that time, that, I saw a bright
red glow from inside one of the toilet stalls.  I could tell it was from a
cigar being lit and someone was standing in the stall looking at me.

It was difficult to see with the flashing of the strobe light but it looked
like it was the fat gray haired guy who had delivered the Mexican boy
earlier in the night.  He was naked, smoking a cigar and just watching us
with a creepy look on his face.  I don't know if it was because he reminded
me of someone or because the other guy was sucking my dick but I started to
get hard.

Strangely, the guy sucking me didn't seem to care for that too much.  As
soon as I began to get hard he let go of my dick and stood up.  So I
assumed he was only in it for the piss.  Without a limp, pissy dick to
suck, he gave my dick a quick tug and brushed passed me, on his way back
out of the doorway. I pulled my jeans up and struggled to stuff my hard
dick back in as I turned around to follow him out.

However, before I could take my first step, the gray haired guy reached out
and grabbed my arm.  He pulled me into the stall with him, which could
barely contain the two of us.  I stood in the doorway of the stall and his
giant beer belly pressed up against me.

He took the cigar from his lips and said, "I never forget a face.  You're
Mark, aren't you?"

"Yeah, what of it?"  I asked.

"I know you."  He replied as he took another puff of his cigar.

With the combination of the strobe light and smoke from his cigar, it only
become more difficult to see him clearly.  But despite that, I stared
harder at him as I tried to place his face.

"Uh huh, sure you do."

"How else would I know your name?"  He asked.

"Probably because you've been hearing guys call it all night."  I replied.

He took another puff of his cigar and said, "True enough.  But I also know
you have a Brother named James and Daddy named John."

Hearing that was enough to finally ensure he had my attention.  Only a
handful of men at Dipsticks could know that and he shouldn't have been one
of them.  I stared hard at him, in the flashing of the strobe light but
still couldn't place his face.

"Sorry...  How do we know each other?"  I asked.

He took my hand and guided it down to his pumped up dick and I felt the way
the veins traveled the full length of it.  It felt powerful and somehow
strangely familiar, almost like shaking the hand of an old unfamiliar
friend.

He leaned in close and whispered, "I wish to embrace you as only a man of
the cloth may embrace a child of the Lord.  Together we shall embrace each
other in the Lord's name, while in the shadow of his darkest angels."

I felt my heart skip a beat when I heard him say that.  I had only heard
such a phrase uttered by one man and he was someone I hadn't seen in many,
many years.  Despite the gray hair and face I didn't recognize, the man I
once knew and the man standing before me, clearly had the same fetish for
using a penis pump and had a giant beer belly.  Both were traits inductive
of a man I once knew, named Papa Bear or just Bear for short.

"Papa Bear?"  I asked curiously, secretly hoping it wasn't him.

The man smiled as he nodded his head and I knew then, that it was in fact,
the same person from my past.  Back in the old days, Bear was an
excommunicated Youth Minister, who ran a religious retreat.  My Dad had
sent James and I there a couple of times to spend weekends with him.  He
was a nice guy during the day and in front of parents but all the boys saw
a different side of him at night.

Once the lights went out, he'd come to our beds and molest us.  He could be
gentle in his ways with those willing to play with him but he was forceful
with those who wanted to put up a fight.  I know James let him fuck his
little ass with that big pumped up dick but I never did more than suck him.

Now just holding his dick was turning me on and I knew it was because I
remembered having sucked it, those many years ago.  It's strange the mark a
man leaves on you when you're a boy.  The power he exerts over you is
relentless and unforgettable.  No matter how much time goes by, you never
forget the things he did to you or the way he made you feel.

Maybe it was the feel of his dick in my hand, the scent of his cigar or the
rush of memories that were quickly coming back to me but whatever it was,
he had me in a trance.  I think Bear knew I was under his spell as I began
to stroke his dick.  With that, he puffed his cigar and sat down on the
toilet.  I knew his dick had been up the Mexican boy's ass but I couldn't
resist the urge to suck it.  He didn't have to say a word to make me drop
to my knees and get between his legs.

There I found his balls, which were hanging so low, they hung down the side
of the bowl.  It brought back memories of the steal weights he used to
attach to them in hopes of making them hang lower.  Something that judging
by the sight, had worked better than he might have intended.  I took them
in my hand and rolled them around as I licked his engorged 6" cut dick.

He had an overpowering 'old man' scent, that sent shivers over my body.  He
must have been about 70yo now but that didn't matter.  He was just as horny
as I'd remembered him to be and his dick tasted like filthy ass but I think
I liked it.  I took it in my mouth and sucked hard on the huge mushroom
head and my tongue found his piss-slit.  It was a wide open hole, that I
had a feeling he'd sounded a few too many times.  There was no other
earthly way a man's piss-slit could get so big, I thought as I explored it
with with my tongue.

It felt strange to be on my knees in the stall, sucking on a man's dick.
After all, I hadn't taken part in much of the sexual happens of the men's
room.  In fact, the only dick I'd sucked while at work was Nathan's.  I had
a feeling most of the men had come to think of me as a masculine top.
Although the truth was, I was orally versatile.  I was only a top when it
came to fucking.  Of course, I'd given my hole to my Brother but no one
needed to know that.

I was quickly reminded of just what the other men thought of me, when I
heard Roger's voice behind me.

"Well shit.  I ever thought I'd see that."  Roger's voice echoed inside the
stall.

I lifted my head and looked at him as he stood there hovering over me from
behind.  His dick was soaked in blood and shit as he stroked it as he
watched me giving head.

"You gonna suck mine too?"  He asked.

To which, I smirked and abruptly stood up.

I turned around to face him and replied, "You ain't old enough."

"Oh shit.  Haha!"  Roger said with a laugh, "Ain't nothing wrong with
liking silver Daddy dick.  I just never imagined you as the sort to suck
one."

With that, I winked at him and pushed passed him as I exited the stall.  As
I stepped out, I found another guy had already taken Roger's place behind
the Mexican boy.  By this time, the boy had blacked out, leaving his ass
open to anyone who wanted to dump a load in it.  Which they were doing
repeatedly.  I shuffled passed them and walked back out to the main room.

There I returned to the counter to find Nathan looking down at me from his
perch.  He wasn't dancing very much and appeared more frustrated than
anything else.  I stood next to Pup and Nathan sat down next to us on the
counter.  Then the three of us looked around at the crowd.  The height of
business seemed to be behind us but the place was still pretty busy.

I looked around with surprise at the crowded room.  There were men sitting
at every table and one of them was Jeff.  He was sitting at a table across
the room, staring at an empty shot glass and I could tell he was drunk off
his ass.  He probably couldn't have gotten up to walk if he had to.  I
smiled as I turned my attention to some of the men sitting at the bar.
There was one at each bar stool and about a dozen or so standing around the
billiards table waiting their turn at the homeless boy with a pumpkin drawn
on his ass.

It was surprising just how many men were still in the place at such an
hour.  It was certainly the busiest night I'd ever worked.  That is if you
could call what I was doing work.  I was pretty much just another one of
the men by this point, since I hadn't really served any customers once the
after hours shift started.  Not that I was complaining, I just found it
unusual for Bruno to want to bartend.  I mean he almost never wanted to and
that was the whole reason they'd offered me the job in the first place.

However, as I glanced down at his tip jar I quickly realized what had made
him decide to.  The jar was overflowing with tip money.  Plus he had bills
stuffed in his pants and laying around the top of the register.  I could
tell he was definitely raking it in.  Which either meant he was a better
bartender than me or the men felt more inclined to tip with him working.

However, despite the generosity of the customers Nathan wasn't getting any
tips at all.  He usually had at least a few bills stuffed in his speedo by
this hour but I didn't see a single one on him.  As he sat there on the
counter, I put my hand on his leg and he turned to me.

"This fucking sucks.  I ain't made shit.  I can't compete with pumpkin butt
and the beaner."  He replied.

I rubbed his leg and said, "Well, maybe you're charging too much."

He shot me a shocked look and said, "Dude, you're the one that said I
wasn't charging enough."

"No, I said you were a cheap slut.  Now you're an overpriced whore."  I
said with a smile as I rubbed his leg.

"Well, what the fuck am I suppose to do?  I gotta make some money."  He
said in a louder tone as he looked around at the crowd.

Not a single man batted an eyelash either.  With the availability of much
younger tail on display, they simply had no interest in the teenager.

I ran my hand up his thigh and said, "Hmm...  Well, for starters.  You need
to make your pumpkin pie more attractive."

To which, he turned to me and asked, "How am I suppose to do that?"

I patted his leg and walked around the counter.  There I grabbed an empty
can, we sometimes used as a tip jar and motioned for him to follow me
outside.  He hopped down from the counter and we walked out to the patio.
It was busier out there than I'd expected too.  Which was ideal for what I
had in mind.

As we walked though the patio, there were men sitting at almost every
table.  They watched us as they sipped their drinks but no one said a word.
Even though there were so many men gathered, there was no one near the sex
swing in the back corner.  I lead Nathan over to it and set the tip jar
down on a stool beside it.

Then I looked at him and said, "If you really wanna make the money.  You
gotta get their attention."

He shot me a smirk and I pointed to the swing.  I think he had an idea as
to what I was thinking as he reluctantly climbed up in it and I helped put
his ankles in the stirrups.  It didn't take long for some of the men to
take notice of us.  I ran my hand over his chest and down to his speedo.
Where I stopped and fondled him for a second, before reaching underneath
his ass.  Then I ripped a hole in the bottom of his speedo and he gave me a
look as if I'd just ruined his most prized outfit or something.

"Relax."  I said, "It was bound to happen eventually."

He rolled his eyes at me and I rubbed his little asshole through the hole
I'd torn in his speedo.  He laid back and closed his eyes as I rubbed my
finger around his puckered hole.

"Mmmmm."  He moaned as he opened his eyes and looked up at the clear sky
above us.

It was cold out but it was about to get a whole lot hotter.  I pushed my
finger against his hole and it slipped inside.  I felt him tense up to grip
my finger.

"That's it.  Just relax that ass, you nasty little slut."  I said as I
grinned at him.

"Hey...  Who you calling a slut?"  He asked, "I'm a whore and don't you
forget it."

"Yeah, you're my whore."  I said playfully as I unzipped my jeans with my
free hand.

He looked surprised as he watched me pull out my 7" cut dick and my jeans
slid down to my knees.  I could feel the eyes of the men at the tables as
they watched us.  I'd never been much into voyeurism.  In fact, I really
hated to be watched but I figured I would take one for the team and help
the kid out.

I focused on Nathan and did my best to shrug off the creepy attention of
the men.  I continued to finger his hole and it wasn't long before I was
rock hard.  Then I pulled my finger out and took hold of my dick.  I inched
the tip of it into the hole I'd ripped in his speedo and pressed it against
hie hole.  It was was warm, moist and ready to be fucked.

As I pressed the tip of my dick to him, Nathan stared into my eyes and I
felt him relax, inviting me in.  I pushed against his soft spot and the
head eased into him.  His hole felt nice and hot as it gripped my shaft.

"Mmmmmm." I moaned.

I worked my dick deeper inside him, until I felt my balls press against his
speedo.  Then I grabbed hold of his thighs and began to rock him in the
swing.

"Mmmmmm.  Fuck me."  He moaned, "Yeah.  Mmmmmmmm."

I fucked him nice and slow with the basic intend of just getting him some
attention.  But the longer we fucked the better it felt and the more I
began to really get into it.  As I picked up my pace, I felt someone's hand
on my ass and I looked over to see some strange man standing there beside
me.  He was stroking his dick, while he watched us and it actually felt
pretty hot to have him there.

"You like that big dick up your ass, dont'cha boy?"  I asked.

Nathan grinned seductively and reached out his hand toward the man.  He
motioned for him to come closer and the man did just that.  He stepped
beside the swing, within arms reach of Nathan, who took hold of the man's
dick and began stroking it.

It wasn't long after that, that two other men joined in.  One stood on the
other side of the swing, opposite the first man and Nathan stroked his
dick.  While a third man stood behind the kid's head and rubbed his big
hairy dick on his little face.

I watched as Nathan stuck out his tongue and licked the man's dick, while I
fucked his hot little teenage ass harder.  My balls were slapping against
him hard, by the time I noticed there was one other man who had quietly
joined us.  I felt his hand brush over my hairy ass cheeks and I looked
over and saw Bear.

He had a proud look on his face as watched me fucking the kid.  His hand
caressed my ass and I grinned at him.

"Taking after your Daddy after all.  Good boy."  He said softly.

I could feel my balls drawing up as Bear used his hand to spread my hairy
cheeks.  I picked up my pace even more as I felt his fingers probing
between my cheeks.  The moment his fingers touched my asshole I pulled
Nathan's thighs against me and held him tight as I pumped my load up inside
him.

"Fuckkkkkkkk!"  I groaned and shivered.

"That'a boy.  Breed the little fucker."  Bear said as he rubbed my hole.

Nathan was too busy sucking and stroking dick to say anything.  So as I
released my tight grip on his thighs, I moved my hands up to the little
bulge in his speedo and gave it a squeeze to let him know I was done.  Then
I took a step back and my dick slipped from his cum filled hole.

I could feel Bear's eyes on me and I had a seeking feeling that he wanted a
piece of my ass.  Which I wasn't about to let him have.  Instead, I moved
aside and guided him over to where I'd been standing.  He shook his head
slowly and grinned at me.  I think he took the hint, that my ass was off
limits.

While I picked up my jeans and stuffed my spent dick back inside, I watched
Bear take hold of Nathan's speedo.  He gripped it with both hands and
ripped it completely open.  The material fell to either side of the kid to
reveal his 3" uncut dick.  Bear grabbed hold of it tight with one hand and
used his other hand to guide his engorged dick to the kid's hole.

"Mmmm!!  Mmmm!!  Mmmmmmm!!!"  Nathan moaned with his mouth full as Bear
used his little dick like a handle to pull his ass onto his big dick.

I watched as the big burly man mounted the kid and proceeded to fuck him.
Once I'd pulled my jeans back up, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a
few dollar bills.  I tossed them into the tip jar and smiled, when I saw
one of the other men do the same.  I knew Nathan might not get rich but at
the rate he was going, he'd at least earn himself a little extra money
before the night was over.

I felt as though I'd done my good deed for the day as I stood back and
watched as the kid received a few more tips from the growing crowd of men.
It hadn't taken long for our one-on-one session to turn into a full on
gangbang with Nathan servicing more dicks than he could handle.  His hands,
mouth and ass were full and he was moaning like a bitch in heat.  As hot as
it was to see, I figured I'd leave him to take care of his horny customers.

So I left the patio and returned to the main room.  As I stepped inside, I
caught Pup yawning and I checked the clock on the wall to see what time it
was.  It was well after 4am and since I wasn't technically working, I felt
it was time to call it a night.  I made my way over to Roger, who was just
coming out of the men's room and told him I was going to head out for the
night.

He wished me a good night but told me to check with Bruno before leaving.
So I stepped around the counter to talk to him.  I told Bruno I was leaving
for the night and to my surprise he handed me his tip jar full of money.  I
was truly shocked by his generosity.  I never would have expected him to
give me money I hadn't earned but he insisted that I deserved it and I
graciously accepted it.

As you can imagine, I was feeling pretty good about things as I pocketed
the tip money.  It had been a really good night and judging by the number
of horny men still hanging around, it looked as though it was going to go
well into the morning.  As much as I wanted to stay and see who left with
who and such, I knew I had an obligation to meet up with my family at the
Blue Crane Nudist Community.

However, before I could leave I needed Jeff to move his semi-truck so I
could back out of the parking lot.  As I walked over to his table, he
didn't even look up at me.  I knew he was totally wasted and probably
didn't notice me.  I tried to get his attention but he was completely zoned
out.  Luckily Roger eventually came over to us and he helped me get him to
his feet.

The two of us got him out to his truck and he climbed up into the drivers
seat.  I climbed up in the passenger seat and Roger directed us from
outside.  Jeff was far too drunk to drive but he managed to pull his truck
and trailer ahead enough for me to get my truck around them.  We both knew
Jeff was in no condition to be driving.  So even though he didn't want to,
Roger told him to park for the night.

Then he left the two of us and I helped Jeff into the back of his sleeper
cab.  I could smell the booze on him as he mumbled and slurred his words.
I couldn't help but laugh at him.  It had been quite awhile since I'd seen
him so drunk.  Even when I rode with him, he never got to the point of
being completely drunk.  He usually stopped drinking once he became tipsy.

At which point he turned into a horn dog.  Of course tonight was no
exception.  As he laid back on his bed, I could see his dick bulging in his
jeans.

"Come on Mark, help a buddy out."  He said as he rubbed his dick through
his jeans.

"I've got places to be and really gotta get going, Jeff."  I said as I
pulled the curtains closed.

He looked at me with his big bloodshot eyes and rubbed himself more.  It
really was late and it was more than an hour drive to the Blue Crane but a
part of me felt bad leaving him with a boner.

"Not even one last suck for old times sake?"  He asked.

"One suck always leads to another with you."  I said.

"That's because you love suck'n my dick."  He said as he laid back and
stretched.

I shook my head slowly as I reached down and unbuttoned his jeans.

"That's it.  Mmmmmm.  Come get you some of this trucker dick."  He said.

I pulled his jeans down and his 8" cut dick popped up.

I took it in my hand as I leaned down to him and said, "You owe me."

Then he grinned and closed his eyes as I licked the tip of his dick.  All I
could taste was piss and ass as I licked the tip and sucked the head.

"Mmmmmmm!"  He moaned.

Sucking him brought back memories of our time together on the road and all
the nights I'd spent blowing him at truck stops.  There was something about
it that just never got old.

"Mmmmm.  You give the best fuck'n head."  He moaned as I sucked him.

If I didn't know him better, I'd say he was just saying that to be nice.
But he'd told me that a good many times before.  He really loved the way I
sucked him off and always swallowed.  He'd told me that most men were too
unwilling to suck him with his piercing in but it never bothered me.  It
gave me something to play with, with my tongue.

I cupped his hairy balls in my hand and deep-throated his length.  Which
made him shiver and arch his back, causing his hairy ass to lift up from
the bed, giving me easy access to his taint.  I pressed my to it and pushed
hard.

"Ohhhh!  Fuck yeah!"  He moaned as I rubbed his taint with my thumb.

He was a lot like me when it came to what turned us on.  I knew a thumb on
his taint was his most sensitive spot and all I had to do was play with it
to make him cum twice as fast.  Which was great, because I was in a hurry.

I pressed firmly on his hairy taint as I sucked him deep and after a few
minutes, he gave his cum to me.

"Sweet Jeasussssssss!!!!  Fuck yeah!!!!"  He groaned and moaned.

It was a hot, creamy load of man seed, that shot right down my throat.  I
didn't even leave much of a taste in my mouth, I swallowed it down so fast.
With his cum safely deposited in my stomach, I eased his dick from my lips
and licked him clean.  No sooner than I'd finished up, did I hear him start
snoring.

I smiled and tossed a blanket over him, before making my way out of the
truck.  I stretched my arms and made my way to my truck to begin the long
drive to the Blue Crane.  I removed my revolver and holster, and placed it
in my truck before better in.  Then started the engine and backed out of
the parking lot.

I pulled onto the interstate and cranked the radio up to keep myself awake
on the hour drive ahead.  It was a long, boring ride but I was wide awake
as I pulled up to the gates of the Blue Crane.  I was even more awake when
I arrived to find several Sheriff patrol cars in the parking lot.  The
automatic gate was open, so I just pulled inside and parked in the visitor
parking area.

Before I could get out of my truck, a Sheriff's K9 came walking up to my
door.  The deputy asked me to step out and I did.  Once outside the truck,
the dog sniffed me for a moment and then backed off.  The deputy asked me
for my ID and questioned what business I had being at the estate.  After
showing him my driver license and informing that I was just there to see my
family, he explained that there had been some kind of incident on the
grounds.

At first my heart sank into my chest, when I thought that it might have
something do with someone in my family.  However, upon further questioning
the deputy relented and told me that a woman had gone missing.  He told me
I was free to go ahead inside but asked that I be vigilant.  I assured him
I would be and made my way over to the main entrance.

I probably should have stripped down naked as was customary upon arriving
at the estate but with all the commotion and the police presence I figured
it best to keep my work clothes on.  As I walked passed the office near the
entrance, I was met by Nancy, who was one of the administrators at the Blue
Crane.

She had tears in her eyes and I could tell by the look on her face, that
whoever was missing must have been someone close to her.  She was really
shaken up and I gave her a hug to try and comfort her.  She then explained
that one of the women who worked in the office, named Jennifer, had
mysteriously vanished by the lake earlier in the night.  I hadn't met the
missing woman before, so it was difficult for me to really feel anything
other than relief that it wasn't someone in my family.

I felt bad for her and hoped she'd be found but judging by the look on
Nancy's face, I knew the chances of that were pretty slim.  As we ended our
embrace, she asked me if I was there to meet up with my family and I told
her yes.  She then told me, it had been James and some of the boy's who'd
last seen Jennifer alive and she was worried about them.

My heart started to race and I told her I really needed to see them, now
that I knew they'd been so close to whatever happened.  With that, she
stepped into the office and returned with a set of keys.  She told me she'd
take me to them and the two of us walked around the pool area and over to
one of the apartments.

There she unlocked the door for me and told me to tell everyone, that there
would be a community meeting in the morning.  I assured her that I'd tell
them and I headed inside.  In the dark apartment, I looked around and found
'trick or treat' pails full of candy on the coffee table in the living
room.  I listened closely for a moment but didn't hear or see anyone.

I reached down and picked up a piece of candy, unwrapped it and put it in
my mouth.  As I chewed on it, I turned around and looked up towards the
bedroom loft upstairs.  There I saw someone standing in the darkness,
looking down at me from over the railing.

"Who's there?"  My Brother's voice whispered.

"James?  It's me, Mark."  I replied softly.

With that, James came rushing down the stairs and right up to me.  He threw
his arms around me and hugged me tight.  I couldn't tell if he was happy to
see me or just needed a hug but I kissed him on the lips and he kissed me
back.

"How did you get in here?"  He whispered.

"Nancy let me in."  I replied in a whisper, "What's going on around here?
She said some lady drowned in the lake or something..."

"Oh my God, man.  That's just the half of it."  He replied in a whisper,
"I'll tell you all about it in a minute.  First I've really gotta pee."

As we ended our embrace, he took my hand and lead me into the downstairs
bathroom with him.  Once inside, he flipped on the light and walked over to
the toilet.  Then he started taking a piss as he began to tell me what all
had gone on in my absence...

First, he began by telling me about our Dad's encounter with a strange fog,
that had appeared over the lake.  He said that our Dad, Alex, and some guy
named Raul, had been drawn out to the dock on the lake by the light of a
jack-o-lantern.  Once there, they were undressed by an unseen force and
watched as they were forced to have sex together.

However, I found it easier to believe the unseen force undressing them,
than the part about them being forced to have sex.  My Dad was a horn dog
and even though I hadn't yet met the Raul guy, I was pretty sure he was
probably just as much of a horn dog as our Dad.

Next, he told me about some scary stuff that happened to Olivier and our
Dad in the jacuzzi room of the gym.  At first I was jealous, because I
hadn't yet been in the jacuzzi but after hearing him describe the strange
knocking and hand-prints on the windows.  I was sort of glad that I hadn't
had the chance to check it out yet.

Then he told me about something that had happened to himself and my Son's
friend Billy, in the 'love shack' out back behind the men's only gazebo.
Naturally he detailed every part about the sex that had happened first out
there and that part of the story was enough to nearly make me pop a boner
as I stood there leaning against the bathroom sink.

However, once we got to the part about the blue glowing cloud, my
skepticism began to get the best of me and I suggested that it must have
been the fog that our Dad had seen earlier down by the lake.  But he swore
it was something different and explained that the cloud had even touched
Billy.  An that the boy had felt it fondle his little balls and that was
enough to make me give his story a second thought.

As if all that wasn't scary enough, he then told me about what had happened
to Jennifer.  At first, I wasn't buying his story but I'd seen the
Sheriff's Deputies outside and knew that even if his explanation for her
disappearance was flawed, it didn't change the fact that she was missing.

By this point he was noticeably shaking as he reached down to flush the
toilet.  As the water swirled around and the room filled the sound of
flushing water, he turned to me.  I put my arms around him and hugged him
as he stood there naked and shaking.

I knew my Brother could make up some crazy stories sometimes but I'd never
known him to tell such elaborate fictitious tales before.  Especially ones
that left him visibly shaken.  I comforted him as best I could, until he
put his hands on my chest and lifted up my shirt to reveal my hairy
stomach.

At which point, I think his mind shifted to other more interesting thing.
He always had a thing for hairy guys and even though he always kept himself
shaved and trimmed, the sight of body hair on anyone else was enough to
turn him on.  I knew right away what he was thinking as he ran his hand up
under my shirt and smiled at me.

I leaned in, kissed him and ask, "You want some of your Brother's dick,
huh?"

He smiled big and nodded his head.  I leaned back against the bathroom
counter as he unzipped my jeans and pulled them down.  My dick sprung up
and he took it in his mouth with a quickness, only to give me a
dissatisfied look.

He pulled my dick from his lips and said, "You taste like ass."

I couldn't help but laugh as I replied, "You were expecting roses?"

"Not exactly..."  He said with a smirk.

I put my hand on his head and rustled his hair as he took me back into his
mouth.  His hot tongue swirled around the head of my dick, causing me to
shiver with pleasure.  I loved having my older Brother sucking me.  He had
a talent for it and he knew it.  Jeff might have thought highly of my oral
skills but I really worshiped Jame's skills.  He was the best cocksucker I
knew, second only to my Son Jacob.

James spent more than 20mins sucking me, before finally standing up again.
At which time, I put my arms around him and kissed him passionately.  Our
tongues met as we explored each others mouths.  As we kissed, I ran my
hands down to his smoothly shaven ass cheeks and spread them.

"Mmmmm!"  He moaned into my mouth.

I continued kissing him as I slowly backed him up against the bathroom
wall.  Then I moved my hands to his chest and pinned him against the wall
as I broke our kiss and began licking my way down his neck.  He breathed
heavily as I licked my way to his right nipple.

There I circled it with my tongue, before placing my lips around it and
sucking hard.  He put his hand on my head and pulled me against him
passionately, while I nursed on his sexy nipple.  Then I parted my teeth
and bit down firmly around his nipple.

"Fuck!  MMMmmmmm!!!"  He moaned.

I just kept biting down on him, until I was sure I'd left my mark.  Then I
withdrew my lips and gave his nipple a soft kiss.  I could see my teeth
marks around it and I looked up into his eyes.  He was staring back at me
with the deepest soulful eyes that you could imagine.

I smiled and said softly, "I love you."

To which he replied, "I love you too."

We stared at each other as I brought my head up to meet his and licked his
face.  Then I turned his head to the side and licked his ear.  I could feel
him shiver as I nibbled on his ear, while my hard dick pressed against his
8" cut dick.

I rocked my hips and our dicks brushed against each other as I whispered,
"I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you."

Then I put my hand over his mouth and turned him around to face the wall.
He spread his legs with an eagerness only a brother could exhibit for
another.  I reached down and guided my throbbing hard dick between his
cheeks and shoved it with full force right into his waiting hole.

He let out a muffled scream as my dick burst through his puckered hole,
"Ahhhhhhmmmmmm!!!!"

I could feel his tears as they dripped onto my hand as I covered his mouth.
I knew I was hurting his ass something awful but I also knew he wouldn't
want it any other way.  He might have grown up being our Daddy's bitch but
it was special moments like this, that he was mine and only mine.

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