Date: Mon, 4 Nov 2019 23:26:33 +0000 (UTC) From: anthony scordato Subject: I Didn't Pee The Bed part 8 gay male incest This story contains sexual situations between two bothers and other males. If you are under the age of 18 and are legally not allowed to read this story, or if material of this nature is offensive to you, then you should skip this story. The author claims the copyright to all parts of this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed except by the author. This is my second story for NIFTY. The first is in High School, Danny's First Love. Last posted on June 27th. I'm not a writer, but I thought I'd again try my hand at fiction. The seeds for this story were planted by an ex-lover. I'm a college graduate who majored in the hard science, did post-graduate work in medical research. English has always been my worst subject. So here goes. I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think. Please donate to Nifty! I Didn't Pee The Bed, part Eight By Anthony Scordato Paul gave us a tour of the house, introduced me to a couple of the other boys staying there. He took me to my room. "Tomorrow, we'll go into town and buy you shoes, socks, underwear, everything you need. A couple of the boys will come with us and they can give you an idea of what boys your age wear here in Berkeley." I settled in, but could not stop thinking about Andrew. I asked Paul if he knew anything about him. He said he didn't. They were not part of the state social services system. "And besides," Paul said, "even if we were, the state won't release information about the whereabouts of any child in the system unless they go through legal channels and are an adult relative." "Adult relative? What age is that?" "Twenty-one." Twenty-one, I thought. I won't be twenty-one for seven year. I felt my stomach churn and eyes tear. I met the five other guys who were residents. They were all older than me. They seemed to be okay. We had group meetings every day before dinner. It was there that we were encouraged to talk about any problems we were having at the house or in our personal lives. I mostly sat and listened. My room was quiet and nice. It had everything I needed and my window looked out onto the backyard. We had a common bathroom with an open shower. It reminded me of when I first started high school gym class and we all had to shower after class. For the first week, it seemed like each guy I showered beside spent half his time checking out my junk. I had to admit that like in high school what I had compared to other guys was large. I was tested and found to be at grade level scholastically. I started classes at the high school after the spring break. I did well at school. Soon, everyone in my classes knew that I was one of the guys from `the home' or what some of the guys called `the kennel'. I just kept my head down and did my work. I told Paul that I heard that some of the guys would hang around after school and play basketball. I asked if I could not return to the house directly after school. He gave me an hour. The basketball courts turned out to he a good place to make friends. Most of the guys were older than me, but one boy, David, was in my high school class. He and I became friends, school friends. I did well at school that semester. They kept us busy during the summer. At the house, I met with a tutor that was prepping me for the PSATs. I also joined a basketball summer league that David told me about. He said that he was going to try out for the JV team and thought I should also. Paul was very supportive and helpful. He was one of three staff members and I thought I was lucky to have him. Not only was he a good guy, he was also very easy on the eyes. He was tall, blond and had stealy blue eyes. There was a weight room at the house. Not many of the boys used it, but at the beginning of the summer Paul strongly suggested that I start working out. "I work out every other evening at nine. Why don't you join me?" "I've never lifted." "That's why I'm asking you to join me." I did join him. During our workouts I got to know him much better. It was hard not to notice that he had a large package. We worked out in shorts and tee shirts. When he did a squat or legs, his shorts pulled tight and there be a large bulge that always sat against his left leg. His body was muscular, but not bulky. He was thin and defined. He had solid rounded pec, a tight six-pack and his lats gave him a nice V-shape. He became the main character in my jerk off fantasies. One day in August, while working out, Paul said, "So, your birthday is coming up. Mr. Benjamin Corbin, the house's benefactor would like to meet you and help celebrate your birthday." "Benefactor?" "Mr. Corbin, like yourself, was a foster child. As it turned out, his foster parents were wonderful people. They raised him and gave him every opportunity to make something of himself. He attended UC Berkeley and then went to Sanford for a graduate degree. While there he set the foundation for an Internet company that was eventually bought out for a very large sum of money. So, at the age of twenty-two he was a multimillionaire." "Wow." "He's currently on the board of the company he started and on company boards around the world because he's become a very successful venture capitalist. And, he's very active in social equality and environmental issues. He donates to children's disease research at UC San Francisco, children's leukemia and other childhood diseases. And he bought this house and turned it into a place for boys like you. "He wants this to be a place that will provide boys like you a road to a productive future. That's why the tutors and the help to get you into UC Berkeley and maybe even a scholarship." "Wow. I didn't know it was like just one guy doing all this. I thought it was like a charity thing. How old is he now?" "Like I said, at twenty-two he made his fortune. This was the first of his projects and I was one of the first boys to stay here." "Really? I didn't know you were in the system." "Yes. Anyway, when I was fifteen, I was pulled from a pretty tough group home and given a room here. That was twelve years ago. I graduated the high school you're in and then went to Berkeley. I majored in child psychology and then came to work here." "And he wants to meet me? Why?" "Well, he meets all the boys and usually to celebrate their birthdays. What do you think?" "Yeah, sure. Where does he live?" "Right here in Berkeley. In the hills. He has a fantastic home with an unbelievable view of the bay and San Francisco. It's an amazing huge old house that he had gutted and made modern. So, he kept the old style Berkeley look, but the inside is all modern. He even has an indoor swimming pool, sauna, Jacuzzi and weight room. You and I will go up early in the day and use the pool and stuff and then he'll be there that evening for your birthday dinner." "Wow." I felt tears gathering in my eyes. I looked at Paul. "I guess I'm pretty lucky. I just wish Andrew was here to share in this." "I know. But from what your social worker said when she brought you here, Andrew is with a wonderful family in a very positive environment. He's probably wishing he could share his good luck with you." The day of my birthday, Paul drove us through the city of Berkeley to the Berkeley campus where we roamed the campus and had lunch. Then we drove into the Berkeley hills and to Mr. Corbin's house. I had never seen anything so big and beautiful. Paul rang the doorbell and a young man, Martin, opened the door. "Hey, Paul. Come on in." Paul said, "Martin this is Jason. Jason this is Martin." We shook hands. "Martin is Mr. Corbin's house man. He kind of runs the place, pays the bills and keeps things going for Mr. Corbin." "It's a job for me," Martin said, as we began walking though the house. "I was once living where you are. Mr. Corbin was kind enough to offer me this job while I do my undergrad work at Berkeley. I'm a senior now and applying to law schools." "Wow, what a great job." "Yeah, I get to live here, my meals are all part of the pay and I get a monthly salary and all my expenses paid at Berkeley." "Geez, that is a deal," I said. "Do you have to clean this place and do stuff like that?" "No," Marin said smiling. "Mr. Corbin has a cleaning service and landscapers and all that stuff. I just let them in, pay the bills and make sure stuff gets done, but I don't do the stuff. Paul had this job before me." I glanced at Paul. "Really?" "Yeah." "What do you have to do to get a job here?" "Well," Martin said. "You have to be sixteen for on thing. Legal age thing. You have to be responsible, do well in school, and Mr. Corbin has to feel comfortable with you and you with him. I mean if he's going to live in the same house with you for maybe five years, there has to be trust and mutual respect." "Sure. That makes sense." Martin said, "And one of the best parts of the job is that he travels a lot all over the world and if I'm on a school break, he takes me with him. We spent last month traveling all over Europe. We started on the Greek Islands, went to Italy and France, Netherlands, Germany, Spain and England. Last Christmas we went to Russia. I've been to Asia and Australia." "He just takes you?" "Well, he has a lot of meetings, so you kind of help coordinate stuff with his work people and make sure he has the clothes he needs. But you get to go sightseeing and lie at the pool and eat great food. So you do work and you get to have fun." "Do you apply for a job like that?" "No," Paul said. "He'll get to know you. He'll have my input about how you're doing at the house." "How old are you?" Martin asked. "I'm fifteen today." "Well, that's great. Because I'll be leaving here next September and he'll be needing someone to take my place and you'll be sixteen." Could I be so lucky, I thought. Never. We walked through the house. We went outside and walked around the grounds and looked at the amazing view of the bay and San Francisco. Martin said "You guys had lunch, right?" "Yes," Paul said. "Well, how about going for a swim, sauna and Jacuzzi." "Ah," I said. "I don't know how to swim." Paul said, "Well, if you want this job, you'll have to learn." "Why?" "Well," Martin said, "Mr. Corbin loves to swim. He does laps almost every morning. I'm down here with him. Usually, I swim laps too. But the reason I'm here is that, God forbid he needs help. You know, gets a cramp or something. You might have to help him." Paul said, "Chances are that will never happen, but you should never workout in a pool and not have someone in the house. People get cramps or even a heart attack and they drown. So, you can swim with him, which is what I always did. It's a great workout. Or you can sit and do school work while he works out." "How can I learn to swim in the next year?" "I'll teach you," Martin said. "I can teach you, too," Paul said. "Where?" "Here," Martin said. "When he's not home. We can use the pool. When we're out of town, Paul comes up here all the time. He has his own key." "I mean I want to learn, butÉ" Martin said, "Let's go to the pool now. First lesson." "I don't have anything to swim in." "We don't wear anything," Martin said. I felt my face warm. We went down a flight of steps and then entered a huge room with sliding doors along one wall that opened to the garden. In it was a large lap pool. Paul and Martin sat at began taking off their shoes. Martin said, "Jason, just to ease your concerns. Paul and I are also gay. And you have nothing to worry about with us. Mr. Corbin would never allow either one of us to seduce a fifteen-year old boy. The legal age of consent in California is sixteen. So, not to worry that Paul and I may be up to something kinky." "Oh, no. I wasn't thinking like that." Paul said, "I'm sure you weren't. Also, since I'm you counselor at Corbin House, I'd be fired if I tried anything with you. So," he said, standing up. "We're just going to relax, swim, sit in the sauna and then Jacuzzi." He pulled off his shirt. I sat and pulled off my shoes and socks. I stood and said, "Actually, my nervousness is about swimming, not you two." Martin pulled off his shirt and dropped his pants. I stood and tried not to stare and his absolutely amazing body. He was smooth, tight and defined. He then dropped his boxer briefs. "Don't worry," he said to me. "I taught my younger brother to swim and he was terrified of the water." I took a deep breath and watched as Paul pulled off his boxer briefs. "The trick is to relax," he said. "I know it's hard to relax when you feel like you're going to drown. But with the two of us holding on to you, I promise you, you won't." I was right. He had a large package and so did Martin. I exhaled and undressed. Martin walked toward me and said, "Paul told me that you're working out with weights." "Yeah." I watched as he checked out my body, focusing on my junk. `I'm just as hung as either of them', I told myself. We walked to the shallow end of the pool and stepped in. "So, have you ever been in a pool or a river or ocean?" Martin asked. "The only water I've been in is bath water and that was about six inches deep." "And with your brother," Paul said. "And with my brother." "You bathe with your brother?" Martin asked. I nodded as I walked into the pool. I was waste deep and my anxiety lever was going up. "Cool. I heard the two of you were very close." He walked toward me. "I wish I had a brother." I looked at him and said, "But they separated us." He nodded. "I'm sure the two of you will back together at some point." I sighed. "Okay, so let's do this today. Hold your nose and put your head under the water like this." I watched as he went under. Paul swam as Martin slowly eased me into getting used to having my face in the water. Then Paul and Martin put their arms under my torso as I learned to float on my back. What Martin kept asking me to do was notice how much easier it was to float if I just relaxed and paced my breathing. By the end of the lesson I was able to float on my back and use my arms to move myself through the water. "Next lesson," Martin said, "Paul and I will do the same thing with you but you'll me facing the bottom of the pool." As we walked toward the sauna, Marin whispered, "Watch what happens to Paul in the sauna." And then he smiled. We sat in the sauna for fifteen or twenty minutes and talked. They told me about their travels with Mr. Corbin, their duties, and all the benefits. "Will there be a lot of guys trying to get this job?" I asked. "Well, not a lot, but there will be others," Martin said. "Yeah, but with a good word in from us and you'll get it. He trusts us." "That would be great," I said. Sitting next to Marin and across from Paul, I couldn't help but notice that Paul started to get an erection. Martin said, "That thing of yours always comes alive in here. Why is that?" "I don't know. It likes the heat." We all chuckled. Soon he was fully erect and his dick was up against his stomach. I felt a nervous tingle move through my groin and stomach as my cock began to become erect. Paul smiled and pointed at Martin and said, "Look who is talking." I glanced over at Martin's crotch and his cock was moving. Soon he was fully erect. Then they both looked in my direction. I sighed and sat back. My cock was rock hard. "Let's shower and get some water before we get in the Jacuzzi," Paul said standing. He left the sauna. As Martin and I followed, he said, "He's always pulling wood and that always gets me going. So, don't feel embarrassed at all." There was an open shower beside the pool. We each stepped in, our hard on in full sight as though it was nothing unusual. Paul tossed me a bottle of water. We sat poolside. Martin asked about my mother. He seemed to know that I had a brother and some of the details but nothing more. Paul talked about how when he was thirteen his parents caught him with an older boy. They told him that if he were gay, he'd have to leave their house. By the next year he was on the streets of San Francisco and then in a group home. Corbin house had just opened and a gay friendly counselor got him a bed there. "It saved my life," he said, with his seven inch cut cock resting on his stomach. Martin talked about how he got put into the system and then found his way to Corbin house. I was in a group home for boys. They figured out that I was gay. It got pretty bad. After I was gang raped and put into a hospital, I got a placement at the house. "Wow," I said. "How old were you?" "I was fourteen." "Fuck," I said. "I guess I am lucky." "So is your brother," Paul said. "From what I read." "You know where he is?" I asked. "No. But like you know. He's in a good place with a nice couple." I exhaled loudly and nodded. "Jacuzzi," Paul said standing. He glanced down at his erection and said, "You'd think all this talking would have killed it." Martin and I stood. We were still hard. As we stepped into the Jacuzzi, Martin said, "Nothing kills mine except jerking off." I felt my face flush. "Same here," Paul said. They looked at me. "Same." "We'll take turns taking a shower after this," Marin said. We sat in the Jacuzzi for a while. Then Paul said, "I've had enough." I watched as he stepped out. He, too, still had an erection. Martin and I followed him out. Paul stepped into the shower. Martin and I sat in chairs by the pool. "Things good at Corbin House?" Martin asked. "Yeah, great. Paul is great to have as my counselor. I noticed Martin looking toward the shower. I turned and looked. Paul was masturbating. I felt my face flush and my cock get rock hard again. While Martin continued to stare at Paul, he asked, "Have you hocked up with any guy since you've been there?" I couldn't take my eyes off Paul and neither did Martin. "Ah, no. I'm sure two of the guys are boyfriends and they've hinted that I should join them, but I haven't." Paul was stroking hard and furious with his right hand, while pressing his left hand against the wall. Standing under the shower, he stroked his cock. Then his knees bent and his hip thrust forward. Cum exploded from his cock and hit the wall and floor. Martin applauded. Paul glanced at us and smiled. "Damn, that felt great." Paul stepped out of the shower and lathered up his body and then rinsed off. He called to me, "Your turn," as he stepped out of the shower. I glanced at Martin. "Go for it. It looks like you really need some relief." With my cock swinging, I walked toward the shower. Paul stepped aside and said, "That thing looks like a weapon." I laughed. I stood under the shower. When I glanced to where Martin was sitting. I saw him and Paul looking my way. I took a breath and started stroking my cock. I surprised myself in that I was actually enjoying their eyes on me. I stepped out from under the shower and stroked my cock standing so they had a good profile view. When I was close, I aimed my cock toward my face while glancing down at it and shot my load. I hit my face twice and once watched at a huge glob shot over my head. The rest landed on my chest. Paul and Martin gave me a standing ovation. I laughed. Martin was next and sure enough watching him got me hard again. I met Mr. Corbin that night at dinner. He was a very attractive man: tall, slim but muscular, shot dark brown hair and a big smile. He was gracious and attentive. We had a wonderful dinner: bbqed steaks, baked potatoes, veggies and a blue cheese and spinach salad. Then there was the cake. We talked about my schooling, what I had in mind for a future career. He said I should think big. That from what he had gathered from the batteries of tests that I took at the Corbin house, I was very bright and could achieve anything to which I put my mind. Martin said, "You tested higher than I did." To say the least I was surprised and a bit overwhelmed with everyone's kindness. No one in my life had ever expressed confidence in me or told me that I could have a bright future. I spent the next year studying, playing basketball and jerking off. I, with the help of people at the Corbin house, was a straight A student and becoming a pretty good athlete. I had also spent a good amount of time at Mr. Corbin's pool, learning to swim. Martin, Paul and I swam two or three times a week and then headed for the sauna where Paul always pulled wood which would them lead to Martin and I getting hard. And then we took turns in the shower. There were always hints about what would happen when I turned sixteen, which fueled my jerk off fantasies. My hope was to some day be sandwiched between Martin and Paul with each of them taking turns in my ass and mouth. In July, the month before my sixteenth birthday, Paul and I headed up to the Corbin house. We undressed and headed to the pool and then the sauna. "So," he said, "I'm curious. When you turn sixteenÉ" I felt my heart beating faster. "If you take this job and you're not living at the house but hereÉ" I noticed his cock getting erect. Then he put his hand on his dick and began stroking it. "Do you think you'd be interested in messing around with me?" I felt lightheaded. "Yes, for sure. I was hoping that might happen." He smiled and continued to stroke his cock. "Are you attracted to Martin?" "Yes. I was hoping the three of us might mess around if you guys wanted to." "That sounds hot," he said smiling and stroking. I put my hand on my cock and began stroking. I couldn't believe how quickly I was close to coming. "Are you attracted to Mr. Corbin?" I was surprised by his question. "He's pretty hot." "Did you guess that he's gay?" "I hadn't thought about it. But I can see that." "He's a great guy," he said, stroking his cock. "He thinks that you're very attractive. Actually, I think he's pretty hot for you, much like Martin and me." "You mean he was attracted to you and Martin?" "Well, I meant that Martin and I are very attracted to you, but yeah he was attracted to us. Well, he still is to Martin some what." "He's not attracted to you anymore?" "He's mostly attracted to guy young like you. You know sixteen, seventeen and to about twenty, twenty-one." "Did you have sex with him?" "Yes, of course. I mean I was living in his house for almost five years. And I traveled with him. Now Martin is with him. That's until he goes to law school." We stared at each other. I said, "So, if I move inÉ" "You'll be his new boyfriend for the next four or five years, or until you don't want to be anymore." "What happens then? I mean if I don't want to be anymore?" "He'll explain it all to you before you take the job. If you decide you don't want to be with him, you can move back into the Corbin house and you'll be like all the other boys. He'll get you into Berkeley and pay your way. Then when you graduate you'll be on your own. If you stay here through you time at Berkeley, like Martin has and I did, he'll pay your way through graduate school or law school or med school or whatever you want. You said you've been thinking about med school. You know he has all these connects at the UCSF med school." "What's he like?" "You mean in bed?" I nodded. "He's pretty vanilla." "What's that?" "You know, just suck and fuck. Nothing weird. He's mostly a top, but when I told him about the size of your cock, he said he wondered what it would be like to get fucked by you and smiled. Martin and I are wondering too." "So, the four of us would be having sex?" "So, here's how it works. When he's out of town and you're here, I or Martin or both of us might stop by and spend time with you if you want. Only if you want. You can say no to anything you want. If you want, when he's out of town, we can mess around. When he's here. Then he doesn't want us messing with you. That's the way it is with Martin. When Corbin is here, Martin and I don't mess around. When Corbin is out of town, I'm up here all over him. But, like I said, that doesn't have to be that way if you don't want it." I nodded. "What are you thinking?" "I hadn't thought about having sex with him if I got the job. But I guess it would be fine. I mean he's a nice guy and he's attractive." "He'll treat you nicely, I promise. But here's the other thing. He's a nut about diseases, especially sexually transmitted diseases. So, other than Marin and I who know that we won't be able to cum inside of you unless we know we are clean, you can't have sex with anyone other than the three of us." I nodded. "If you meet someone and want to pursue a relationship with them you'll have to tell him and you'll move back into Corbin house. He's very strict about that." I nodded. "There is one exception. He has a lot of people here and believe me they'll find you very attractive. If he knows them well, he'll let you know that if you are interested in them, and only if you're interested in them, you can mess around with them." That scared me. "That kind of sounds like he's going to give me to his friends to fuck around with." "No. They won't know anything. He'll only tell you that it's okay if you want. So if you meet a guy here and you're into him, he'll tell you if it's okay. He won't tell the guy anything. Then if you want, and only if you're into it, you can pursue it." I nodded. "It would be like if you and I met at one of his parties and you wanted me for the night. He might say, go for it. Then you could approach me and I'd say, `fuck yes'. "So I'm not like some prostitute that he's selling to friends." "Absolutely not. He's just feeling like you might get bored with just him so he wants to approve, for disease reasons, of who you're going to fuck. And it has to be safe sex. He'll explain it all to you." "It feels weird to take a job that includes having to have sex." "Yeah, I know. I felt that way too, but it's like having a very rich boyfriend who is going to keep supporting you for four or five years after you move out. And you'll get to travel with him. You can't believe the places he'll take you and the sites you see. When he has meetings, his driver will take you all over. You won't be sitting in a hotel room. "He really is a great guy." "So, if I move here, you and I can mess around, but if I stay at the house we can't?" "That's right. And I'm clean." "What does that mean?" "No STD's, so we can go bare and exchange fluids" he said still stroking. I started stroking again. "We can't do anything now?" "Not really. But how about if we get out of here, share a shower and finish ourselves off. I love watching you cum." "I like watching you cum, too." "Good," he said smiling. We went into the shower and stood beside each other. "So, when I turn sixteen, I'll move in here?" "Yes," he said, slowly stroking his cock while watching me stroke mine. "I think Martin will still be here for a week of so. I mean he'll be going back and forth. He's found an apartment, but it won't be available until August 1st. He'll be teaching you what you have to know about running the house." "So, will he be with Mr. Corbin or will I when I move in?" "He'll probably be out of town. He typically has meetings in Japan, China and Australia during August. Usually, Marin goes with him, but he won't this year because of the move and training out." "But he was here for my birthday last year." "He flew in and out for your birthday. He wanted to meet you." "He flew from Japan just to meet me?" "He has his own jet. He flies whenever and wherever he wants." "I get to go on his jet?" "Yes, when you travel with him. He won't let you miss school. So, he'd take you and if school starts before he gets back, he'd fly you back." I was getting close. "Damn, you've got a beautiful cock," he said. "My ass is hurting just looking at it." I laughed. "So, then, the three of us can mess around after my birthday when I move in?" "Yes, of course. So, you've decided?" "Yeah, I guess." "And look, I'll be here and coming up often to swim. I'll see you four or five times a week. We can hang out and talk, so if things get to you, we can talk it out." "I'm getting close." "Come on me," he said, moving toward me. I stroked my cock and aimed it at his junk. I moaned. My legs shook. He grabbed my shoulder and steadied me as cum exploded from my cock. It hit is stomach, hand and cock. "Fuck," he said. "What a beautiful load." He ran his fingers through my cum, gathering some of it into a large glob. He continued stroking. He rolled his finger so cum was resting on his index finger. He then looked at me and smiled as he licked his fingers clean. He showed me the thick white glob of cum sitting on his tongue and then closed his mouth. He began stroking hard. I moved closer to him. He moaned. Then I felt cum hitting my stomach. His load was large and thick like mine. "Can I taste your cum?" "Yes," he said, breathing hard. "I'm clean." I did as he did and scooped up his cum. I then licked my fingers clean. I held his cum in my mouth as I began masturbating again. He stood in front of me and watched. "Are you going to cum again?" I nodded, not wanting to swallow his cum yet. I savored the taste as I masturbated, moving it around in my mouth. He got down on his knees in front of me. "Come on my face," he said. I nodded. As I got close, I swallowed. I moaned. I noticed that he opened his mouth. I move my cock close to his mouth. When I came, I had the head of my cock beyond his lips. I dumped my entire load into his mouth as he moaned. I had to lean against the shower wall to steady myself. He stood, opened his mouth to show me my cum. There was a lot. Then he swallowed. "I can't wait to suck it out of you." "I can't wait to have you do that," I said and smiled. He laughed.