Date: Mon, 15 Feb 2021 22:14:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: acgib1943@protonmail.com
Subject: Jimmy and BB C-7

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Jimmy and BB -- C-7

	Jimmy added. "It's best if you close your door when you do not want
to be seen. We will knock and only enter if you tell us to come in. There
are some activities that a parent need not see, even if they are okay with
the behavior."

	"If you want advice, come to us about anything."

	"Yeah, you old guys are very experienced," Danny snarked.

	We all laughed.

	Donny asked, "How about soundproofing the wall?"

	"Ball gags or socks are way less expensive," Jimmy said.

	Our sons looked at each other, puzzled.

	"You two have a lot to learn."

	Jimmy and I kissed.

	Out of the corner of my eyes I saw our boys kiss deeply and hold
each other. I had a feeling TV night would become much more interesting.





Danny's point of view



	"Donny," I asked. My brother and I were sitting in the cafeteria
Monday eating lunch.

	"What?"

	"You know what. Our dad's really are our dads."

	"Shhh. Keep it down. No one is to know this shit. They told us so."

	I looked around. Just Donny and I were at the table. Still, I
lowered my voice.

	"Okay, we have the same mother, different fathers You came from
papa's sperm and I came from dad's. Papa is my uncle, and Dad is your uncle
which makes us cousins."

	"That's what Papa and Dad have always told us They told us that
they adopted us. But we have the same mother and that makes us
brothers. Well, half-brothers."

	"Now we find out that Papa and Dad are really brothers and have
loved each other since they were babies. Plus, we have heard them in their
room. They get noisy when the make love."

	"They have never tried to hide their love from us. They kiss and
touch in front of us all the time. We hear them every night, sometimes in
the morning before they go to work."

	"Our dads are such horndogs for old guys. Not that they are super
old. Thirty-eight and thirty-five are not that old and they are in great
shape."

	"Danny, can you believe they actually saw us having sex. We were so
over the top, we did not hear them. Plus, we left the door open. I was so
embarrassed when they saw us and heard what I was yelling when I spermed in
you."

	"Funny Donny. You are just like Papa in the noise department."

	Donny reached across the table and swatted my arm.

	"What are we going to do Danny?"

	"Nothing we can do, Donny. They know about us and seem okay that we
do that. They told us not to call it having sex but to call it making
love."

	"I can't believe they were so cool with us when they saw us. I
thought we were goners. Then they hugged us and kissed us and, can you
believe it, ordered pizza like never nothing."

	"Donny, I would have fought them for you. You know that. Then they
show us that what we did was not just okay, it was acceptable and normal."

	"Normal for our family. And mom is not just okay with it, she wants
to throw us a private coming out party. She was so happy for us when Dad
and Papa sat her down and told her. I worried she would have a health issue
when she went berserk in a good way at the news."

	"How'd we get lucky to be born into such a crazy family, huh
Donny?"

	"Hey. What do you think about trying to synchronize the beds
squeaking when we all do it?"

	I threw a fry at my brother. He was such a jerk. Synchronizing the
beds? Too much.

	"Heads up, Danny. Company."

	I turned my head to see Patrick and Jerry, brothers and our
friends, bringing their trays to our table. They were our age. Like me
Patrick was fourteen and Jerry was thirteen like Donny. Jerry and Donny
were Freshmen while Patrick and I were Sophomores. We all played on the JV
baseball team and we had known each other since second and third
grade. They were cool but they certainly did not know Donny and I were gay
and lovers. That information was hidden to anyone outside the family.

	"Sup, guys?"

	"Not much, Pat."

	"Ready for practice? It is the first one of the season. Coach
better take it easy on us.:"

	"Dream on, Jerry," said Donny. "He always starts out like a ball of
fire."

	We finished our lunch and agreed to meet in the locker room before
practice. In the locker room we gathered next to each other choosing
lockers side-by-side. We dressed out for practice keeping our eyes above
everybody's waist.

	Practice was brutal. Running and calisthenics were emphasized more
than playing ball.

	In the locker room, I stripped off my practice clothes and wrapped
a towel around my waist. Patrick hurried to grab the shower next to me.

	"Coach was brutal," he said then asked to borrow my soap.

	I scrubbed my body then gave him my bar of soap. I noticed he was
looking me over as I soaped up. That did not bother me. We all checked
other guys out. Mostly to compare. Some looked more openly than
others. Sometimes a guy got hard. Nobody made fun, well maybe a snicker,
but we knew what we said or did could be done to us when we got that
way. What was different today was Patrick looked at me as he soaped up and
he was half hard. I ignored this and chalked his action up to
hormones. Maybe he hadn't got off in a while, though if he was like me and
Donny, he needed it at least twice a day, like our dads. Maybe he shared a
room with his brother, and he had no privacy. But then he could use the
bathroom, right.

	At our lockers I glanced at him. He was full on hard. He saw me
looking.

	"Sorry. It has a mind of its own. I have no control over it."

	"I know what you mean."

	As I said this Donny and Jerry walked up. Both saw the state
Patrick was in and both stared before turning away. Donny did not look long
at all. He looked at me and smiled then turned to dress. Jerry looked
longer at his brother then began to chub up. He turned before things got
out of hand.

	Leaving the locker room, we agreed to meet tomorrow for lunch. Papa
picked us up at the athletic entrance.

	"How was practice?"

	We gave him the details leaving out the locker room happenings.

	Dad was home cooking and we had to rewind the day for him. We did
not mind. We always told our dads everything and now that we knew they
accepted us; we could be more open. At dinner, I did tell them about
Patrick's issue after practice. Mom ate with us and she knew everything so
no topic, not even sexual ones, were off limits.

	"When your Dad and your Papa were little, they ran around nude and
often grabbed that hard stick all boys have."

	"Mom," Papa whined.

	"And you know what else," she asked looking at us?

	"They did that even when they were teens. I could never get them to
be clothed in the house. I learned to ignore them and their antics. See
one, nothing changes, well one thing does, depends on whether the boy still
has his hood, or he has been cut."

	"Mom," both our dads whined.

	They were so funny when they pretended to be upset.

	"Hey, that means we can be naked in the house. You guys were."

	"Go ahead. I saw you when you were little. Now you are just
bigger. Nothing to be ashamed to show," mom smiled.

	"You are no help, mom," Dad whined again.

	I looked at Donny. He looked at me. I knew we were going to do
it. And right after dinner we went upstairs and stripped. I felt a little
embarrassed letting mom see us when we returned to the living room. She
looked at us then returned to her reading. Papa and Dad barely looked up
from their reading.

	"You guys going to join us," Donny asked with a teasing voice? "Mom
said there are no secrets. She does not care. Being nude feels good."

	While I agreed with Donny, I felt somewhat weird sitting nude with
my parents and mom, and they could see us.

	"Maybe this summer we should take these two to Barry Beach. That's
a nudist beach, boys."

	"Maybe," Donny swallowed.

	"Okay, boys. Here's what we will do. When we are in the house and
we feel like being nude, it's okay. If we have company, we all must be
dressed."

	Even when our uncles are here?"

	"Especially when they are here."

	From the looks on our dad's faces and on mom's I knew there was
information we were not being told.

	And that was how all the males ended up not wearing clothes in the
house.

	The rest of the week at school, we ate with Patrick and Jerry.
Practice became easier as we got into shape. The only weird thing was
Patrick was now walking around the locker room with a big old boner that he
no longer tried to hide. The rest of the team shook their heads and ignored
it.

	Mom continued to use her noise cancelling headphones but still made
comments at breakfast about building a separate house in the yard. A mother
apartment she called it.

	We were used to walking nude in our house and tried our best not to
look too long at our dads. They had great bodies which Denny and I did our
best to ignore. They were our dads after all. They looked at us only if we
got in their way. Otherwise, they ignored looking at us. Nudity was now
normal, for us. Mom could not care less. Her opinion that one looked just
like the other and what we had was no big deal, was how she handled the
situation. I felt hurt over her "No big deal" comment. I thought mine was
big, but I kept that opinion safely tucked in my brain.

	When we watched TV, Denny and I cuddled as our dads did.
Occasionally we made out but stopped before things went too far. We got
boners more than they did at these times. It must be the age.

	I knew our family was way different and our lifestyle had to be
kept from the outside world. The main problem that arose was when Patrick
and Jerry began to ask if they could spend the night. We asked them why we
just did not stay at their house. They told us we could, but it would be
better if they stayed at our house for now. When Donny asked why, they told
us they would explain later.

	This was something that needed a family conference.


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