Date: Sat, 2 Jan 2010 14:39:43 -0800 (PST)
From: Jon T. <t_jon15@yahoo.com>
Subject: Who's Fucking My Boy - Chapter 5

This is a work of fiction - these characters exist only in my fevered
imagination. This story features sex between adults and willing minors,
both family and non-family members. If you're not into that or if you are
not of an age to be reading X-rated stories, please go elsewhere. If you
wish to provide feedback, you can contact me at t_jon15@yahoo.com. Thanks
to the guys who have written. The comments, all positive, are appreciated!

An additional note: I do not advocate for incest. I see where it could be a
beautiful thing, but I really am not suggesting that anyone engage in it. I
also am not in favor of sex with underage boys or girls or unsafe sex. I
personally find bare sex to be more interesting and conducive to fantasy,
but I beg of you: use a condom if you are having anal sex with an actual
live person. HIV/AIDS is very real and is not to be taken lightly.

Who's Fucking My Boy - Chapter 5

	Mark Johnson's weekend in Pittsburgh had been exhausting, and he
was very glad to be back home. He had landed on schedule at Hopkins
Airport, and Andrew had been there to pick him up mid-afternoon on
Sunday. Upon arrival at home, he unpacked and organized things in his room
and changed into running shorts and a T-shirt. Then he had a small meal of
a sandwich and a salad. In his rush to catch his flight, he had skipped
lunch. Andrew kept him company while he ate. Mike was with his friend
Spencer, David was in his room playing a game on his computer, and Jamie
was in the den watching "The Lion King" for the hundredth time.

	"I guess I need to go in there to talk to David. Fill me in on what
happened with the soccer coach." Mark took another bite of his sandwich and
washed it down with some iced tea.

	"I don't really know. I gather they got into some kind of an
argument. The coach decided he didn't like David's attitude and suspended
him from the team for a few days, for the game on Saturday and from
practice until Wednesday, I believe."

	"You don't know what the argument was about?"

	"No, David didn't really say. He did say the coach wasn't going to
let him play again until you talk to him. The coach, that is."

	Mark rolled his eyes. "This is really unlike David. He loves
soccer. Why would he go out of his way to piss off the coach?"

	Andrew hesitated and then said, "I should probably tell you
something else. David kind of blew up while we were eating dinner Friday
night. He was crying. All he would say was that you and Angela have
abandoned him and his brothers."

	Mark stopped eating and stared at Andrew. "What! I can't believe he
would say something like that!"

	Andrew looked at his cousin and said evenly, "You're working most
of the time, and Angela hasn't been home in more than a month."

	"Somebody's got to keep a roof over our heads, and we all knew
being in the legislature would be very demanding on Angela's time."

	"And meanwhile, you've got growing boys who need their parents."

	Mark finished his sandwich and pushed the half-eaten salad away. "I
thought you were OK with this arrangement."

	"I am. I love the boys. You know that, and I do the best I can with
them. But I'm no substitute for you or their mother."

	Mark looked at his handsome cousin. He could see that Andrew was
really drooping this afternoon. He gathered there had been some kind of
party at Don Anderson's house yesterday that Andrew and his sons had
attended. These parties happened periodically, and the boys seemed to enjoy
them. He didn't know the details of them and really didn't want
to. "Damn. OK. Not sure what I can do, but I'll give it some thought." He
pushed away from the table. "Guess I'd better get this soccer thing with
David over with."

	He strode out of the room and towards David's bedroom. Andrew
watched him go. He wondered if Mark had any idea just how cute his ass
was. The shorts he was wearing were actually quite short and cupped Mark's
ass cheeks just so. "Mmm, mmm," Andrew muttered under his breath.

	Mark rapped lightly on David's door and opened it without waiting
for a reply. He was startled when he saw David laying on his bed, naked,
stroking a very substantial cock. "Dad!"

	"Oh, God. I'm sorry, son." Mark backed out of the room and closed
the door.  From the other side, Mark said, "David, we need to talk."

	There was a silence and then he heard David say, "OK, you can come
in."

	David was sitting against his headboard and had pulled his sheet up
to his waist. Mark could see the beginning of his pubes and could also see
that David's dick hadn't receded. David's hand was under the sheet, and
Mark could see he had it on his cock.

	"Um, David - do you mind?"

	"Mind what?" David responded, a note of defiance in his voice. Mark
gestured towards David's crotch. "As soon as we're done here, I'm going to
finish off. I don't want it to get soft."

	"Young man, that attitude is not acceptable. Pull that sheet up,
and I want both hands where I can see them!"

	"So now you're the jerk-off police, is that it?"

	"I came in here to talk to you about what happened with the soccer
team. Maybe the coach had reason to be concerned about your attitude!"

	"The coach is an asshole. I've already decided I don't want to play
any more."

	Mark was stunned. "You've always loved soccer. What is wrong all of
a sudden?"

	"Does anyone really care what I do? When was the last time you came
to a game? Or Mom?"

	"If I don't stay on top of my business, this house and all the
things you take for granted will no longer be here," Mark was quite
upset. Then he said, "I thought you cared. You should play soccer because
it's important to you. What will you do if you don't play soccer?"

	"A whole lot of this!" David threw the sheet back and waved his
dick at his father.

	"That will be quite enough, young man!" Mark grabbed the sheet and
tried to cover his son with it. He was even more shocked when David grabbed
his wrist and pulled his dad's hand onto his cock.

	"Why don't you give your boy a helping hand? Isn't that what dads
are for?"

	Mark pulled his hand away like he had been scalded. Suddenly they
heard Andrew's voice. He was standing in the doorway. "For God's sake,
David! Your dad's only trying to help!"

	"He can help me with this! Or maybe this!" David pulled his legs up
and spread his ass cheeks. His hairy young hole winked at both Mark and
Andrew. "Come on! Fuck me, daddy! Mike does! Dr. Don does! Now it's your
turn!" He stuck the middle finger of his right hand into his mouth, wetting
it, and then reached down and started finger-fucking himself. "Come on!
It's hot and ready to go!"

	Mark thought he was having a stroke. On one level, he was
absolutely horrified. On another, he was wildly turned on. He had never
seen anything so hot in his life. The conflict that was going on in his
head almost caused him to faint. Andrew saw that he was in trouble and
grabbed his arm, giving him some support.

	"David! What are you trying to do? Kill your father?"

	"I'm not kidding! I want him to fuck me! Or leave me the fuck
alone!"

	"Come on, Mark. Let's get out of here." Andrew pulled Mark towards
the door. They were startled to see Jamie standing in it. He was naked. His
hand was behind him. It was evident he was rubbing his hole.

	"Is someone gonna get fucked? Daddy! Fuck me first!"

	Mark was quite certain he had lost his mind. His 12 and 14-year-old
sons had not just suggested he fuck them. That could not be. He hurried
past Jamie and ran to his own room, closing and locking the door behind
him.

	Andrew looked at both Jamie and David. "Well, now you've done
it. The shit is really gonna hit the fan!"

	David's finger was still in his ass. He smirked at Andrew. "Did you
see his cock? He was hard!"

	Andrew's head was spinning. He had no idea what to do or say. "I'd
better try to talk to him.  Put some clothes on, both on you!" Andrew
hurried from the room.

	Instead of putting clothes on, David looked at Jamie. "Come over
here, squirt. Let me see your butthole!"

	Jamie was delighted. He jumped onto David's bed on his knees and
turned around, spreading his cheeks. David pushed at Jamie's
shoulders. "Stick it up here where I can see it!" Jamie followed
directions. "Wow, that's sweet! Let me taste it!" David put his head down
and started lapping at his 12-year-old brother's fuckhole. He had never
fucked his little brother, but he was thinking now was as good a time as
any to start. If his father saw him doing it, that was fine with him. This
whole business of protecting his dad from the realities of this household
was a crock of shit.

	His cock was hard and throbbing. He pulled a tube of lube from
under his pillow and began lubing it and his brother's hole. He stuffed two
fingers into his brother's chute and said, "OK, brat. You're ready! Come
on! Sit on it!" Jamie positioned himself over his brother, who was now
lying back on the bed, his head on the pillow. He lowered his ass, impaling
himself on his brother's thick 14-year-old cock. He groaned, still a bit
sore from yesterday's activities, but nothing was going to stop him.

	Andrew was in the kitchen, trying to figure out his next move. He
heard that familiar groan and heard David say, "Fuck but you're tight! Ride
me, baby!" Things had become very screwed up very quickly. He picked up the
phone and dialed Dr. Don's home number. One of the twins answered.

	"It's Andrew. Is your dad home? I have to talk to him, now!"

	"He's fucking my older brother. Can it wait?"

	"No, it can't. Put him on the phone!"

	"OK - I'll take the phone to him."

	"Tell him it's an emergency!"

	Andrew heard groaning and moaning in the distance. It got louder as
the younger boy - Andrew had no idea which one it was - got closer to the
action. He heard the boy say, "Dad! Andrew's on the phone! He has to talk
to you! It's an emergency!"

	The groaning stopped. Don came onto the phone. He was breathing
heavily.  "Andrew? This had better be good! I was about to cum!"

	"Listen to this." Andrew held the phone up towards David's
room. David was grunting and Jamie was squealing. Andrew put the phone back
to his ear. "Hear that? That's David fucking Jamie. Mark knows all about
what's been going on. You have to come over here, now!"

	"Christ in a bucket! I'll be right there!"

	Andrew put the phone back on its base and leaned on the counter,
not sure what to do. There was no sign of movement from Mark's room. He
decided to go watch the show that was happening in David's room.

	He stood in David's door watching as David was drilling his younger
brother. He now had Jamie flat on his stomach and was pounding him from
above. It was incredibly hot to watch, but Andrew felt the need to walk in
to where he was standing near David's head. "Don't do it so hard! You'll
hurt him!"

	David snarled back, "Fuck off! I'm about to cum!" Apparently that
was all that mattered. Jamie had his face in the crook of his left elbow
and was gasping with each thrust. Andrew knew it would be best if David
finished off quickly. He put his hands on David's chest and began to twist
his nipples. David grunted, "Yeah! Yeah!" In just seconds, he gave one
final lunge and stopped. It was obvious he was filling Jamie's butt with
hot cum. There was so much of it, it began to burble up and seep out around
David's cock.

	"That was HOT! We'll be doing this again, little brother!" He
slapped Jamie's ass cheek and pulled out. Immediately Jamie's hand was on
his butt. He had three fingers stuck inside his boycunt. He loved how slick
it got when someone dumped his cum inside him. He saw Andrew standing there
and pulled out his fingers, extending them to Andrew. Andrew took the
offering of fresh cum, sucking on his young lover's fingers.

	David smirked at Andrew. "You want sloppy seconds? He's ready for
you!"

Andrew shook his head. He couldn't believe how oblivious David was to what
he had done. "Do you have any idea what might happen now? Your fun could be
over for a very long time!"

	David had pulled a couple of tissues from a nearby box and was
wiping his cock. "Dad is gonna be fucking all of us before you know it. He
has a huge dick! I can't wait!"

	Andrew shook his head. He pulled Jamie up by his arm. "Come
on. I'll help you clean up." To David, he said, "I mean it! Put some
clothes on! Now!"

	He left David smirking and continuing to clean up after his wild
fuck with Jamie. It seemed as though David was beyond complying with
anything that anyone said.

	Andrew pulled Jamie into the bathroom. "Lean against the
toilet. Let me check you." Jamie did as instructed, putting his hands on
either side of the toilet bowl and bending at the waist. Andrew spread his
hole and looked to see if there was any blood or other damage. He was
always amazed at just how much this young boy could take. Everything looked
fine, other than the copious amount of cum that was leaking out. Andrew
absent-mindedly took several swipes with his tongue as Jamie moaned in
pleasure. It was very tasty. He was tempted to go for the sloppy seconds
that David had mentioned - he might never have the opportunity again. But
he decided against it. He pushed Jamie into the shower, attached the enema
wand to the shower head, got it going with lukewarm water, and inserted it
into Jamie's anus. After about 20 seconds, he pulled it out. "Let it go."
Jamie squatted and forced the water out of his butt. Water and cum, with a
few flecks of shit, flowed down the drain.

	Andrew pulled him out of the shower and toweled his backside dry
and also applied a washcloth to cum that had flowed down his legs. "Now go
put some clothes on - shirt and shorts. Do it!"

	"Don't you wanna fuck me?"

	Andrew looked sadly at Jamie. "Yeah, baby, I do. I really do. Now
go!"

	Jamie ran to his room. Andrew leaned against the doorjamb of the
bathroom and tried to gather his thoughts. Just then, he heard Dr. Don at
the front door.