Date: Tue, 29 Nov 2016 20:59:37 +0000 (UTC) From: Julian Otero Subject: You Can...If You Want part 3 You Can...If You Want part 3 Let me know if you like this part and should I continue: Julian, ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com Please put the story title in the subject line. And please contribute to nifty so this great archive can continue. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Adam, father, 32 Allen, younger brother of Adam, 30 Ethan, age 9, son of Adam Ethan found us in bed together. My son was amused by our not very successful attempt to cover ourselves. "You guys had sex!" he said flatly, no surprise or accusation in his voice. Me and my brother been asleep for over an hour and by now it was dark. Allen tried to protest but Ethan cut him short: "I can smell it!" "Yeah, Ethan, we did" I replied. What's the point of denying it? He's nine and knows sex when he smells it. Those sly bedroom eyes which could beguile even the most hardened heterosexual smiled at us. I wondered if he knew just how fetching he could be. He knocked off his sandals and climbed in between us. "Why didn't you wait?" my son asked in a plaintive way, putting on such show of bruised pride. "You could have done it with me, too! You and Uncle Allen both could've..." "Done what...?" "You know..." A sexy groan sounded from my brother's side of the warm and funky bed. Ethan I thought had quiet a career ahead of him as a seducer of men. If so I hoped he would stay safe. I scooped his golden body into my arms and tickled him. "Say it, you little monkey, say it..." Allen joined in tickling the bottom of his feet while I concentrated on his ribs. I loved doing this to him. Ethan struggled and wiggled trying--not very hard--to escape, giggling, red faced, begging to be let go. "No, not until you say it!" Sweet torture it was. He squirmed like a little rabbit, a slippery boy rabbit trying to flee two hungry sleek wolves. All three of us tossed and tumbled on the bed in a crazy tangle of arms and legs and sheets and pillows--and three erect penises. My tired and cynical eyes grew bright in arousal. It's as if we were pre-pubescent little boys again, silly and happy, Allen and I messing up the bedroom, tossing ourselves around, pillow fighting, laughing as we hadn't laughed for a long him. Eventually Ethan cried for mercy, begged the tickling to stop, gasping for breath, giving out the magic words. "Ok...ok... stop... stop! You guys win! I'll say... it... ...you... you coulda fucked me too!" That out of him, with lowered eyes he turned demure and whispered slowly, "I want Uncle Allen to fuck me...like you do, Daddy. I love you." I felt my heart beating fast as a puppy's. Allen's cock was stiff again, rampant and ready, as was mine, rampant for the little boy we had between us, the boy-child who wanted us to fuck him. The mood changed, grew serious. For a good while we lay quietly side by side. A gentle breeze picked up and moved the palms in the oncoming evening air their soft sounds pleasing and sensual. The boy between us was breathing softly too while our finger tips roamed lightly over the prepubescent body. The patch of sky I could see through the glass sliders turned deep indigo now. Ethan's penis was up hard like a flag pole. I worked one finger down in between my son's ass happy to discover the warm, moist and slick entrance relaxed. "Allen," I said quietly, "I'm glad you came with us." He curled his fingers around my son's cock. We lay that way without speaking until my brother's fingers started a lazy up and down motion. Ethan had something to tell us. "I had sex with Duane." "Oh yeah?...details, please!" "We went along the beach. It was dark enough. We sucked each other. He has a big cock." This was a surprise and not a surprise. I knew my son would sooner or later branch out from his father's bed to boys his age. Allen leaned over the boy and put his soft lips against my son's erection. He kissed his cock, his balls, inside his smooth thighs, saying he admired the size of his cock, that by seventeen he would be as big as me. That pleased my son. The child moved his legs wider apart as an invitation which told us the moment had come. Allen positioned himself and gently lifted Ethan's legs up and apart. I was so glad to be present to see this. I brought my finger to my nose. My boy squirmed and moved away as if to defend his exposed asshole, but that didn't phase my bother. His warm wet tongue touched that most intimate, hidden, hot, tender part of my boy. I steadied his slim shoulders and told Ethan to relax and enjoy it, that my brother had done this to me many times and it was a fabulous sensation. "Oh...oh...oh...my ass...he's...doing my asshole, Daddy!" "I know. He likes to do that. Enjoy it." "But I didn't wash." No matter I assured my good boy, Allen enjoyed ass licking whether wiped or un-wiped. I let him have as much tongue action on my son's butt as he wanted, then reached for lube. "Time to turn over, honey. Let Uncle Allen fuck you. Suck him a little bit first, then put this on his cock." Allen had a nice straight seven inches that I knew Ethan would enjoy as much as he enjoyed mine many times. While he sucked I lubed up his ass, telling my brother to fuck him deep but to go slowly as it had been two weeks since Ethan had me. You'd think having a young available boy in the house you be screwing him all the time. Its doesn't work that way. Sex was part of our life but not all of it. Ethan had school, his friends, many interests and was curious; I had my agency to run and a lover or two I was seeing, and all the other duller things adults need to care of. Besides, it was sweeter when we were in a loving mood rather than me just wanting to cum off. The mood in our vacation bedroom certainly was tender and loving. Ethan paid as much careful attention to my brother's cock as to mine. When he was in the right frame of mind he was fully engaged, not one bit coy, a sexually energetic little dude. He soon had my brother moaning softly as he licked the swollen cock head, holding that strong member that I knew so well, squeezing the base of it, wetting it up and down, kissing the man sized tight balls. "I like the way you smell uncle Allen...like my Dad. Your cock tastes like his..." "I'm proud of you Ethan...I hope we can do this a lot, you and me with your Dad... oh honey, lick my balls more... ...you're so good...so good sweet child...sexy boy!" "Ethan, don't make him cum... I want to see him put it in you, baby." We got Ethan on his back, a pillow under his ass, legs pulled back and open. His tight scrotum was about the size of a small avocado, his dick, more than adequate for his age, more rigid that I ever remember it. His anus glistened. Allen got in position to fuck. I had a camera nearby but let it be. A first time together is always a little tense, no need to make either of them self-conscious, even if my boy was developing a taste for man-boy sex, the little budding prostitute. It was Allen I was more concerned about. I withdrew across the room to watch from a respectful distance. The low light leaking in from the living room was soft and warm making well placed shadows any photographer would want. "Oh!" Ethan cried out suddenly surprised. "Slower...go back...go slow uncle Allen." I saw my brother's butt cheeks squeeze together trying force his way. "No Allen...don't do that...don't rape him!...get back and make small pushes...for christsake he's much smaller than you!" All I needed to spoil the vacation was to carry my son into the ER bleeding from his ass. When you finally get what you want, been lusting for, been hot for, its understandable to be impatient. I had considered leaving them alone, but no. My parental instinct had me stand guard for my boy. That bit of tension was the only trouble we had. The rest proceeded beautifully. Slowly, in small advances and pauses my brother worked all of his cock into my son. At first Ethan struggled but once his anus relaxed, once it was all the way in him, the gripping tension of his small body gave itself up to the intense pleasure radiating from his anus. How well I remember that feeling from my childhood with my brother! And I thought too how curious but how ingenious of nature to have the part that expels waste give so much sexual pleasure. Ethan always was regular and took care of that business first thing in the morning. Not surprising he was enjoying himself now! I felt so privileged to witness this. To watch man-boy love up close, to see it, to hear it, to smell it, was exquisite. I came all over myself even before Allen did. His climax was so quiet I wasn't even sure when he finished. As for Ethan, he was soon ready for the next adventure: "Can I go over to Duane's tomorrow?" -0- Let me know if you like this part and should I continue: Julian, ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com Please put the story title in the subject line. And please contribute to nifty so this great archive can continue. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html