Date: Tue, 12 Nov 2019 23:06:18 +0000 (UTC) From: anthony scordato Subject: I didn't pee the bed part nine gay male incest 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 Nine By Anthony Scordato I met with Mr. Corbin a week before my sixteenth birthday. I had decided that I would move in under just one condition and that was that he would help me find Andrew when I turned twenty-one. I would do anything if he promised to do that. "Paul told me that you'd thinking about moving in and take over from Martin." "Yes, sir." "Well, I'm happy about that. Martin would be here for a couple of weeks to help train you." "Will you be here then?" "No. I have meetings in Japan and then I'm off to Singapoor. I'll be gone for a little over three weeks. This is a very busy time of year for me." He sat with me for about an hour and told me all that Paul had told me about what was expected and my choices once I moved in. "You would not be a servent here. You are free to leave at any time. There will be no consequences if you decided to move back into Corbin House. None. "There are a couple of things that are very important to me. One is total honesty on both our parts. I will not lie to you or play you. I want the same from you. The other is that there is no sexual contact with anyone except with those we agree upon. And, for now, that's Martin and Paul. I'm not under the illusion that someone of your age is going to be satisfied with a monogomous relaltionship. They understand the rules and I trust them. So, when I'm not here, you'd be free to spent time with them if you want. You do not have to be sexual with either one of them." "I understand." "I do want you to know that I am very attracted to you." I smiled shyly and said, "I am to you too." "Is there anything at all that I can do for you?" I sighed and nodded. "My brother." I glanced up at him. "Can you help me find my brother?" "I thought you'd ask. I've been looking into it. As you know, social services won't give out information on his whereabouts. But I'm working on it. I've got a lawyer who is in contact with social services doing what he can. Usually, kids leave their placement when they turn eighteen. I've been assured that if Andrew is turned out at that time, I'll be informed and I promise you that I will then bring him into Corbin house. If he stays where he is, I think we'll have to wait until you're twenty-one, or until he reaches out for you. But I'm pretty sure that when he's eighteen I'll have more of a case to present to locate him." I exhaled loudly. "Thank you. You really are kind." "Paul has talked to me about how important your brother is to you. Paul cares a great deal about you. He cares about most of the boys he counsels but his heart has really gone out to you. He's told me about the pain you're in regarding your brother. I can't imagine the pain you're feeling about the separation. All I can do is promise you that I will do all that I can to reunite the two of you at some point." "Thank you. When they told me I'd have to wait until I'm twenty-one and then try to locate him." I sighed and tears filled my eyes. "I can't even imagine how I'd do that." "I do have a few questions. And nothing you say will change anything I've said about locating him. That is the honest truth." I nodded. "In the report filed by social services, they state that they were almost certain that you and Andrew were sexually involved with each other. They decided not to follow up on it because of your ages and the conditions you were living in. Making that judgement, I think that that was part of the reason they decided to separate you." I sighed and stared down at the floor. "Were you and your brother sexually involved with each other?" Tears filled my eyes. I looked up at him. "Yes." "Thank you for your honesty. I know that was hard. It does not matter to me in the least. Okay?" I nodded. "Do you believe me?" "Yes," I said, glancing up at him. "Jason. There is nothing to be ashamed of. The both of you love each other and under the same circumstances I'm sure anyone would have done the same. Can you tell me how it all began?" I told him about me masturbating in the locked bathroom and how it progressed from there. "I get that. But how was it that the both of you were so comfortable in the bathtub masturbating each other prior to puberty?" My face felt like I had a fever. Tears felled from my eyes. I shook my head. "I've never told anyone." "Can you tell me?" I wiped tears from my face. "When I was young, like maybe six or seven and Andrew was maybe four, we were living with this man that my mother liked. They did a lot of drugs and stuff." I glanced up at Mr. Corbin. "He did something to you and Andrew?" I nodded. "He touched us and made us touch each other. Then he'd have us masturbate him and give him head." "Where was your mother?" "She was there. Andrew doesn't remember any of it, I don't think. He never mentioned it." "What happened to that man?" I shrugged. "I think he went to jail for drugs or something. I remember the police came and talked to my mom and he wasn't there anymore. After that, my mother had Andrew and I take baths together and Andrew always liked touching me and wanted me to touch him." "I'm sorry that happened to the both of you. I thought maybe it had. I, too, was sexually abused when I was a child, so I understand what that is like." "Mr. Corbin," "Call me Ben, please." I took a deep breath. "Ben, I hope Andrew doesn't think that what happened between us was sexual abuse." "No. That's not what I meant. I meant what happened to you and Andrew at the hands of an adult. I have no doubt that neither of you were abusing each other." I nodded as more tears fell. "I would never do anything to hurt him." I began to sob. He moved and sat beside me on the sofa. I collapsed into his arms. Prior to my moving into the house, Paul and Martin asked me if I would be interested in messing around with them after I moved in and while Ben was gone. Immediately, my cock got rock hard and I said yes. Paul took a one week vacation from Corbin House so that he could spend that time at Ben's house with me. Martin would be there most of the time, but he had been slowly moving into his apartment in Palo Alto. The day of my birthday, Paul loaded up his car with my stuff and drove up to Ben's house. When we arrived, Martin had all his stuff moved out of his room. We moved my stuff into the house and into my new room. Paul said, "So, this is your room now. All your stuff will be in here, but you'll sleep upstairs with Ben when he's here." The room was large and had large windows that faced out over the hills and bay. "Wow, what a beautiful view," I said, staring out the window. When I turned around, Martin and Paul were stepping out of their pants. I smiled. Paul said, "So, Martin and I decided that since it's your birthday and since you're now the house man, we'd be your boy toys for the day." "What does that mean?" Martin said, "We are here to do as you want. Tomorrow you are ours," he said and smiled as he stroked his dick. My cock was rock hard. I laughed. I lay down on the bed and told them I wanted them both to give me head. While Martin sucked my cock, Paul and I kissed. Then they trades places until I got close. Then they were both licking and sucking my cock. When I came, they each took my cum and swallowed. Then we lay beside each other kissing. I told them that I wanted to give them each head. I went back and forth on them. It didn't take long before Martin came. I had seen him cum many times before when he jerked off in the shower beside the pool, so I knew I was in for a large load. As soon as he was done filling my mouth with cum, Paul called out, "I'm going to cum." I took him into my mouth and took his load. We cuddled on the bed. "Let's go for a swim," Paul said. We got up and went to the pool. It wasn't long before we were again making out. "I want to fuck you both," I said. Martin went and return with a bottle of lube. They each bent over a lounge chair beside each other. I lubed my cock and their holes and started fucking Paul and then Martin. As I entered Paul, he grunted, "Fuck, you're cock feels like a foot long steel rod being shoved up my ass." "Too much," I said. "No. But I'm glad you're not any bigger." Martin watched as I slammed into Paul's ass. "You're next," I said. "I've been dreaming about this for months. Do your best." Paul said, "He likes it rough." "Okay," I said. My cock was rock hard. I put the head of my cock against his hole and with one hard and fast move I was balls deep inside of him. He groaned loadly. I said, "If you want me to take it easy, say so." "Do you best." Paul watched as I slammed into Martin. Martin grunted and groaned and gripped the chair, saying over and over, "Oh yeah, fuck that ass." I went back and forth from Paul to Martin. When I was close, I said, "Get on your knees. I'm going to cum." They knelt down in front of me. I put my cock in Paul's mouth and then in Martin's. They sucked me to my climax. I stroked my cock until I came, shooting my load all over their faces. They then kissed each other and licked up my cum. Paul sat back and laughed. Martin and I looked at him. "Fuck, how is it that a sixteen year old is giving me the hottest sex I've ever had." We took a break and made something to eat. Sitting at the table, Paul said, "Do you have any secret fantasies you want to try?" I felt my ace warm. Martin laughed. "He's blushing. This has got to be good." I smiled. "I saw a video once of a threesome. One guy was being fucked by one guy while he sucked the other guy. Then the guy fucking switched with the guy getting sucked and back and forth." "So you want to be the guy in the middle sucking and getting fucked?" Paul said. "Yeah. You guys switch back and forth and cum in my ass." Paul glanced down at his crotch. His cock was hard and pointing upward. We looked over at Martin who said, "Sound good to me." He was hard also. We went to my bedroom. I knelt down on the bed. Martin got behind me and pressed his cock into me. Paul lay in front of me. I took him into my mouth. I was surprised by how turned on I got almost immediately. Martin was fucking me hard and it almost made it impossible to suck Paul's cock because I kept grunting and moaning. "Lick my balls," Paul said. I licked and sucked as I got fucked. Then the switched. Paul was deep inside of me, pounding my ass. I licked and sucked Martin's cock. He held my head and thrust into my mouth. My cock was rock hard and slapping against my stomach as Paul rocked my body with his thrusting. Back and forth they went for what seemed like an hour. At one point I was on my back, my legs in the air and Martin over me, thrusting into my mouth. Then I heard Paul call out, "I can't last any longer. I'm going to cum." I felt him press hard and deep into me as he grunted and groaned. He pulled out and Martin quickly pressed himself into me. Then Paul sat on my chest and pressed his cock into my mouth. I licked his cock tasting his cum. Then Martin called out. "I cumming." When he pulled out, they rolled me onto my knees and spread the cheeks of my ass. Paul ran his tongue over the crack of my ass until cum began to run out of my hole. "Fuck," Martin said. "Look at all that cum." I was surprised to feel their tongues on my ass. The three of us slept in the same bed. The next day, Paul took his turn being in the middle while Martin and I switched back and forth. Then Martin took his turn. They did spend time with me, showing me what my duties were, but most of the time we were either swimming, having sex or just hanging around. When the week was over, Paul went back to work and Martin went back to packing and moving. Paul did stop over to make sure I was okay with all that I had to do and of course we wound up in bed. I soon began to realized that he most liked to get fucked and have me then cum in his mouth. He was most happy getting head. Martin loved getting fucked and fucked hard. He, too, like me to cum in his mouth and was happy to cum by jerking himself off as I filled his mouth with my cum. I soon became comfortable in the house and doing my chores. But if I had questions, a quick call to Martin or Paul solved any problems I might have. When Ben returned, I unpacked his suit case and listened to him talk about his busy schedule while he was away. He undressed and said, "I really need to swim after that long plane flight." He wrapped a towel around himself. I followed him down to the pool. I had never seen him naked, but I was aware that he had a very nice body. He was tall, about six foot-two inches. He had dark brown hair that was straight and thick. He was smooth, lean and defined. He dropped his towel and said, "Do you want to join me?" "Yeah sure," I said. "You don't have to wait to be asked. The pool is yours to use whenever you want." I undressed as he stepped into the pool. His cock was cut and looked to be about four inches flacid and his balls were good sized. His pubes were trimmed close, but not shaved clean. After I undressed I walked the length of the pool with my cock swinging back and forth. "I've been told you have a nice package, but that's much more than nice," he said. "You do know that you are very attractive, don't you?" "I guess I don't think of myself that way," I said stepping into the pool. "How do you think of yourself." "I don't know. I guess just kind of ordinary. You know, someone who just kind of disappears." "I understand. Do you think of yourself as lovable?" I was surprised by the question. "Ah, well. I know Andrew loved me." "I'm sure he still does." I sighed. "No one else ever has loved me." "I've talked to Paul. He told me about the fun you guys have been having. But put that aside. Before all of that. Paul cares about you a lot. I've known Paul for years. He, too, doesn't feel lovable, but he can love. I'd say that he loves you, in that he has a great affection for you, he's very protective of you, he speaks very highly of you. As a matter of face, he only speaks of you. The other boy he mentors at the house, he likes, but I'd say he loves you. "Martin on the other hand isn't someone who has loved someone that I know of. It's kind of sad, but I undersand. I do believe you are much like Paul. You can love and love deeply, but never feel that you are loved or noticed. I hope while you are here that can change." He began to swim laps. I swam beside him but was unable to keep up with him. He moved through the water like a hot knife through butter. When he was done, he sat on the steps of the pool. I wasn't sure why or had given it much thought before hand, but I swam up to him and slowly moved into his arms. He pulled me toward him. I sat on his lap and rested my head on his shoulder. He stroked my hair. We looked at each other and then kissed. We moved to his bed. I didn't know what he enjoyed but I wanted him to enjoy being with me. Four years later We had traveled all over Europe and Asia during the summers and school holidays. Martin had stopped coming to the house, but Paul stayed with me whenever Ben was out of town. We never talked about being boyfriends, but our sex play had turned a friends with benefits type of thing. I had feelings for both Ben and Paul, but I was never in love with either of them. During the four years leading up to my twentieth birthday, I never stopped thinking about Andrew. When Andrew turned eighteen, I asked Ben if he heard anything from the lawyer who was in contact with social services. What I was told was that Andrew was still living where he had been placed and attenting high school. What I figured was that he should be graduating in June. I wondered if his living status would change then. June came and went and nothing about Andrew. Sadly, I had to accept that I might not see Andrew until I was twenty-one. At the end of August, I celebrated my twentieth birthday. As it turned out, Ben would be leaving for his Asia trip on the day of my birthday. "I was hoping that your gift would arrive before I left," Ben said. "Arrive?" "Yeah. I had something made up for you. It was shipped last week and was supposed to arrive yesterday. I called UPS and they said it was on the truck and would be delivered today." "When do you have to leave?" "Well," he said looking at his watch, "Glenn said he'd pick me up at 3 and it's almost that now." Glenn was Ben's driver. The doorbell rang. "That's probably Glenn," Ben said. I went to the door and opened it. "It's Paul." Paul was carrying a large rectangluar box that was about six inches deep. "What's that?" I asked. "As I got out of my car, the UPS guy was bring it in." He said to Ben, "I signed for it." "Oh good, it's your gift. Open it." We moved to the great room. Paul leaned the box against a wall and stood back. I wrestled with the tape and then the packing materials. Once I got through most of the styrofoam I found what looked to be two frames rapped in brown paper. I ripped the paper from one of the frames and was surprised to see a image of Andrew and me when we were around eight of nine years old. "It's a drawing in pastel chalks of the two of you." "It's beautiful," I said, feeling a tighness in my throat. "How did you get it to look like us?" "I called your elementary and middle schools and asked for your school photos. Then I sent them to this woman I know who does portaits in pastels. Isn't she talented?" "Wow, it's fantastic." "Open the other one," Paul said. I couldn't stop looking at the image of Andrew and me. I tore open the other framed image. It was a portrait of Andrew and me as we looked now. "How did she do that. I mean it really does look like me now." "I sent her a picture of you that I took last year in Greece." "Oh cool, but how would she know what Andrew looked like now?" "I sent her a picture of me," a voice said. I felt lightheaded as I turned around. Tears poured from my eyes as I saw Andrew standing beside Paul. I began to sob as he threw his arms around me. We held each other tightly. "I'm sorry," I kept saying. "For what?" Andrew said. "I promised I wouldn't let us get separted. I fucked up." "Stop that. You never fucked up," he said, tears dropping from his eyes. "I missed you so much." "I missed you, too. I never stopped thinking about you, never." I couldn't stop crying. My chest was heaving. I kept touching Andrew's face to be sure it was him. I looked at Ben. Tears were falling from his face. I walked up to him and put my arms around him. "Thank you. This is the best birthday I've ever had." He smiled. "You more than deserve this." Glenn knocked on the door that was still open. Ben looked at me and said, "I have to go." He said to Andrew, "I'm so happy we got to pull this off." "Me, too." "You'll be gone when I get back, but I hope that you'll spend part of the holidays with us." "Definitely. And thank you again for all that you've done for me." I walked Ben out to the car. My face was still wet with tears. I hugged him and said, "You are and have always been a gift to me. Thank you." I watched as the car drove off. I went back into the house. Paul said, "I'm going to go. I know you two have a lot of catching up to do." "Thank you, too." "Oh yeah, happy birthday." He pulled me into his arms and kissed me. "By the way, your brother is on the list." "The list?" "You know, Martin and me. That list. So, if you two decided you want to mess around, go for it." I felt my face burning hot. "That's okay with Ben?" He nodded as he walked away. I took a deep breath and walked back into the house. Andrew walked up to me and put his arms around me. We held each other and looked into each other's eyes. "I have a lot to tell you," Andrew said. He then kissed me on the mouth. Our tongues touched. We both sighed. "Paul picked me up at the airport yesterday. We went to Planned Parenthood." "Why?" "They do testing for all STD's. I don't have any. Paul said that Ben wanted to make sure." My heart was pounding in my chest. I took his hand and led him to my bedroom, smiled and pushed him onto my bed.