Date: Fri, 8 Jan 2010 19:07:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Jon T. <t_jon15@yahoo.com>
Subject: Who's Fucking My Boy - Chapter 7

	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! Several of you have asked if I have had personal experience
with incest. I have not - it's just always been a big turn-on for me.

	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 7

	Don and Mark stepped out of Mark's room and entered the kitchen
together. They were surprised that no one was around. The smell from the
casserole filled the room and made both of their mouths water. It was
puzzling - where were Andrew and the boys? They made sure the oven was
turned off and continued into the rest of the house.

	They heard moaning coming from Mike's room. The door was slightly
opened, and Don pushed it all the way open. They were startled at the scene
before them. Andrew was still on his face on Mike's bed, and Mike was
pounding his ass for all he was worth. Stretched out beside Andrew was
Jamie, on his back. Jamie and David had heard the action that was taking
place in Mike's room and the two of them had gone in to join them on the
bed. David was diligently face-fucking his younger brother. None of them
were where they could see Mark and Don, who were watching them with their
mouths open.

	Don murmured into Mark's ear, "I think the eating and talking are
going to have to wait." He proceeded to lift Mark's T-shirt off and to
pulled his shorts down. Mark's cock was ramrod stiff and dripping
precum. Don threw Mark's clothes to the side and took off his own. His own
cock was so hard it was almost against his stomach.

	Mark had butterflies in his stomach. So this was what had been
going on under his nose for who knows how long. His thinking had shifted
enough that now he was eager to jump right in. Don put his arm around
Mark's shoulders and cleared his throat.

	The effect of this gentle sound was electrifying. Andrew
screamed. Michael looked over his shoulder and saw his doctor and his
father standing there naked. The look on his face was priceless. He pulled
back from Andrew and leaped to his feet. David yelled, "Ow!" as Jamie
inadvertently bit down on his cock. Andrew sat up and was attempting to
cover himself. David was angrily checking for damage to his favorite
toy. Jamie began to cry.

	Don spoke up. "Gentlemen, settle down. It's OK." He reached down
and waved Mark's cock in their direction. The four on and around the bed
were shocked. The state of undress that their father and Dr. Don were in
had not registered on them. "Boys, this is your dad's cock. You're going to
be getting to know it quite well."

	Don steered Mark toward the bed. The first one to reach out to
grasp the paternal fuck stick was Jamie. His mouth was in a perfect
"o". David, who was close by, had gotten over his concern for his dick. He
hefted his father's substantial balls. Michael approached his father and
hugged him, giving him a soft kiss and nuzzling his neck. His stiff cock
bumped up against his father's balls.

	Andrew's reaction was somewhat more conflicted. He was exhausted,
physically and emotionally. He climbed off the bed and approached Don and
Mark. His cock was completely soft, but even in that state, the resemblance
between his dick and his cousin's was striking. When stiff, Andrew's was
only a half-inch shorter than Mark's and slightly thicker. But tonight, he
was done.

	Don looked at him sympathetically. "I told you it would be OK."

	"Yes, you did. Thank you. Michael said we had to trust you, and he
was right." Don gave Andrew a firm hug. Andrew looked at Mark, and tears
came to his eyes once again. "I'm so sorry, Mark. It wasn't right to
deceive you."

	"Andrew, believe me, I understand. I wasn't paying attention. We'll
talk later, but please don't worry. You're the best." Mark reached out to
hug Andrew. Andrew shook his head and blinked away tears as he submitted to
the hug.

	"I'll go see about dinner. You guys have fun." With that, he picked
up his shorts from the floor and slipped from the room. Mark and Don looked
at each other. They both knew Andrew would require some healing.

	The whole scene with Andrew had somewhat taken the edge off the
sexual electricity that had been shooting sparks just moments ago. Jamie
could tell the mood had shifted and was crestfallen. "Dad, aren't you gonna
fuck me?"

	Mark took Jamie into his arms and kissed him on the lips - quite an
adult kiss. As he did so, he reached around and felt of his 12-year-old's
ass, fingering his hole. Jamie moaned. "Baby, I would love to fuck you. But
I want it to be exactly right." Addressing all three of his sons, he said,
"Let's have some dinner. There are some things I need to tell you about,
and then let's plan... well, I'm not sure what, but let's make it fun!"

	David and Mike looked at each other, and Mike spoke up. "Dad -
could we taste it? Your cock?"

	Suddenly Mark wasn't sure of himself at all. He glanced at Don, who
nodded.  "OK. Sure."

	At that, Michael and David knelt before their father, almost
reverentially. Mike was the first to go. He grasped his dad's cock and
jacked it a couple of times. Then he licked the head of it, sipping precum
and teasing the ample foreskin with his lips. Mark gasped. He had had no
sexual contact other than his right hand in years. Even this little sample
of what lay before him was overwhelming. Michael took the head into his
mouth and sucked at it. Mark began hunching his hips almost
involuntarily. He grasped the back of Mike's head and fucked his mouth,
groaning in pleasure.

	"Hey, Mike! Let me have a go!" David tugged at his brother's
shoulder. Mike reluctantly relinquished his dad's cock. Mark moved in front
of David. He suddenly knew he wasn't going to last. This whole scene was
just too intense. David licked and sucked feverishly. Mark had presence of
mind to know all three needed a shot at it.

	"Davy - let Jamie have a taste, OK?"

	Jamie's eyes were like saucers. He grabbed Mark's cock with both
hands and eagerly licked the head and then sucked it down. Mark could only
conclude that his three sons were experienced, accomplished cocksuckers. He
was amazed that Jamie could take as much of it as he could.

	David was frustrated, but he got over it as he lapped at his
father's balls. Mark fucked in and out of Jamie's mouth a few times and
didn't object when David took over sucking it from Jamie. Jamie immediately
began licking his father's scrotum. He could only handle one of his
father's substantial balls in his mouth at a time. Michael stood and was
sucking Mark's right nipple. Then he and his father engaged in a passionate
kiss. Mark was on overload.

	He gasped, "Guys, I'm gonna cum!" He pulled his cock from David's
mouth and began jacking it, the foreskin making an audible noise as it
covered and uncovered the large cockhead. Mike went back to his knees. Mark
looked at the eager, rapt faces of his progeny and lost it. He hosed down
his three boys with spurt after spurt of hot cum, swinging his cock from
side to side. Jamie was in the middle and caught the first huge spurt full
force in his face. The second spurt went directly into Mike's mouth. The
third spurt was draped down David's chest. Mark had been storing cum in his
balls for weeks. Seven very healthy spurts covered his three boys.

	Don stood back and watched this scene with satisfaction and total
lust. It was the hottest thing he had seen in a very long time. He was
jacking his own cock, and as Mark began to wind down, Don stepped up and
unloaded all over his former and perhaps future lover. The majority of it
sprayed all over Mark's crotch.

	Michael and David stood up. Their cocks were leaking precum, and it
took only a few jerks on each of their parts before they let loose. The
majority of David's load landed on Mark's balls and upper right
leg. Michael aimed higher - his went all over Mark's chest and stomach.

	Jamie was still on his knees in front of his dad. He was wiping his
face with his hand and licking up his father's cum. He crawled forward on
his knees, grabbed Mark's cock, and stuffed it into his mouth. Mark groaned
and involuntarily hunched forward into Jamie's face hole. Jamie then
attacked his dad's leg, licking up David's load. Meanwhile, Michael was
licking his dad's cum from David's chest. He gathered some of it onto his
fingers and gave David a taste. Then both Mike and David began licking
Mark's chest and groin, getting at the loads of David and Don.

	Don had stepped back and was taking in the scene with a big smile
on his face. He shook his head and stepped out of the room into the
bathroom across the hall. He dampened a couple of washcloths and grabbed a
bath towel and went back to Michael's room.

	The four Johnson men were on their feet, their arms around each
other, sharing kisses. Mark reached down and picked Jamie up so his face
would be at the level of the other three. He was an armload, but for a
minute or two, the Johnson men enjoyed a family intimacy they had never
known before.

	Then it was over. Mark took a washcloth from Don, with a nod of
thanks, and began wiping cum from his chest and groin. Don took the other
cloth and wiped off Jamie's face. He leaned down and kissed his favorite
little man. "Did you like that?"

	"Yeah! I can't wait until I can shoot a load! And Dad's gonna fuck
me!"

	"Soon, my boy, soon!"

	Don passed the cloth to Michael, who applied it to David's
chest. After getting all the unlicked flecks of cum, Michael kissed his
brother and hugged him. After all the uncertainty that had gone on earlier,
he was giddy with relief. Suddenly he was aware that he was starving.

	"Something smells great! You guys ready to eat?"

	David replied, "Yeah!" With that, everyone filed out of the room
and into the dining room. The table was set.  The chicken pasta casserole
was on a warming tray, dinner rolls were in a basket, and a bowl of green
beans was there with a big spoon in it. On the counter was a store-bought
Boston cream pie for dessert. The only thing missing was Andrew.

	Mark peeked into the kitchen - still no Andrew. As he passed
through the dining room, he said, "Dig in, guys. I'll be right back."

	He made his way down the hall to Andrew's room. The door was
shut. Mark rapped on it and said, "Andrew? Are you there?"

	"Yes, Mark, I'm here."

	"Can I come in?"

	"It's open."

	Mark opened the door and stepped into the room. He was taken aback
to see Andrew fully clothed in a button-down shirt, jeans and running
shoes. He was placing folded clothing into a suitcase that was open on his
bed.

	"What are you doing?"

	"I need to get out of here. I've... I've completely failed you."

	"Andrew! No! You've haven't failed me! You can't leave! I'm going
to need you more than ever!"

	"I should have stopped what was going on. Instead, I was just one
of the kids."

	"We all have some responsibility for it. What's done is done. All
we can do is go forward from here. I can't say that anyone has done
anything wrong. You are part of this family, for better or worse!"

	"Maybe I don't want to be any more."

	Mark was stung by this remark. "I'm not kidding, Andrew. I need
you. Angela has asked me for a divorce." He sat down on the bed next to
Andrew's suitcase. "And big changes are happening with the insurance
agency. It's going to be nuts around here for a while."

	"You're just going to have to work it out."

	"Where will you go?"

	"Back to my folks' house."

	"That won't work and you know it. Didn't you and your dad get into
a fist fight the last time you tried it?"

	"It won't be for long. I'll figure something else out."

	"Andrew, my word on this is no, you can't do this. I love you and I
need you. We will discuss it tomorrow."

	Andrew glared at Mark, shook his head, and then shrugged. "I'm
completely worn out. OK, I'll sleep on it. But I don't think there's
anything to discuss."

	"Come to the dining room. Have some dinner. I'm going to tell the
boys what's going on." Mark got up from the bed and pulled Andrew into a
hug. "Come on."

	"Everyone is still naked, right?"

	"Yes, but you don't need to be."

	"That's OK." Andrew quickly stripped off his clothes. Together,
hand in hand, they returned to the dining room.