Rabbit Hole

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: – Spilling my guts about spilling my seed

By Quentin Collins (hauptwerk88@gmail.com)

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I removed my hand from my son Channing's penis so I could concentrate on driving toward Columbia, South Carolina. I was getting ready to tell him the circumstances of his conception. I asked Chan for my water bottle and took a quick hit before continuing.

He put the water bottle back in the holder, patted Mr. Bunny fondly, then slid his naked form next to mine to listen to more of our history.

 

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Bird (Shahin Pouran), Dan, and I were in our family living room after Brad left for work. I turned to my brother, who is six years older than I.

"Dan?"

"Yes, Andy?"

"I had sex with Annie."

Click.

Dan turned off the TV.

"Andy, could you please repeat what you just said?"

"I had sex with Annie. Twice. Well, technically, I guess four times, but I ejaculated into her three times."

I was in danger of experiencing explosive logorrhea. Keep it together, Andy.

Bird was still lying on his back with his head in Dan's lap, but he was looking between Dan and me, no longer licking up Dan's cum. I was still kneeling on the floor in front of Shahin, tracing my fingers around his belly button trying to distract myself from the conversation I just initiated.

Dan looked at me. "Annie Madsen?"

"Yes."

"Did you use a condom?"

"No."

"I love you, Andy, but that was fucking stupid. Annie probably has about twenty-seven sexually-transmitted diseases, plus, you could have gotten her pregnant."

I could see Dan struggling to maintain his composure. I did not blame him at all. I knew that there was no excuse for not being safe, but I felt compelled to try.

Before I could start talking, Shahin suggested maybe he should leave. I put my hand on his chest and asked him to stay, suggesting maybe he could offer a dispassionate perspective on the matter.

I started retelling the events of my summer with Annika. Both Dan and Bird listened attentively, sometimes asking for clarification, but letting me get everything out.

"That bitch is a user, Andy," Bird opined. She wasn't trying to help you at all. She was playing with you, plain and simple. We all know what she's like. I'm surprised you fell for that. You're too smart to have done that, Andy."

Dan agreed. "I just don't understand. Did you really want to have sex with her?"

I looked at Dan and started crying.

"I wanted to be straight. I thought that, if I could maybe train myself to be straight and like sex with Annie, it would make mom and dad happy, and I wouldn't be an embarrassment to you, and I would make things easier on myself.

"I guess I'm just a coward because all I wanted was to be like everyone else."

Bird looked at me. He was also crying. I suspected he and I had certain things in common.

"I did the exact same thing, only not with that skank Annika."

We all tried to laugh without success.

"In my parents' culture, men are affectionate with each other, often even sexually intimate with each other, but it is a sin and a crime to be openly gay. There is a lot of stuff that happens on the down low, but I didn't want to live a life like that.

"I had sex with Nina for the same reason you had sex with Annika. I am assuming, from the way you are cradling my penis in your hand, that your sexual experimentation was as much a failure as mine?"

I didn't even realize I was holding Bird's penis. I did not answer his question with words, but leaned over and kissed his penis and then kissed him on the lips.

Both Dan and Bird understood.

Then Dan turned to Bird and smacked his hand down forcefully on his chest.

"Wait! You had sex with Nina? I was trying to get her all through high school. What the hell? Why are the gay boys in my life getting more pussy than I am?"

This time we did laugh.

"You were too desperate, bro," Bird replied. "She would have gone with you if you had ratcheted it down a couple notches."

Dan asked, "Did she tell you that?"

"Yes," Bird said. "After our tryst, I told her what was going on with me and apologized for using her. She was angry for a little while, but we've stayed friends ever since.

"She would probably go out with you now if you could act human."

Dan laughed. "I've been studying the species. I think I could pull it off. Too bad she's going to school in Boston."

I cleared my throat and spoke forcefully, "Gentlemen, may I please be the center of attention once again?

"What should I do about Annie? What should I do about mom and dad? What if I tell them I'm gay and they throw me out? Where would I go?"

I was looking at Dan with rising panic, imagining my pending homelessness when I noticed a shadow in the doorway from the kitchen.

"What if you tell mom and dad you're gay, and they don't throw you out, but, instead, love you the same as they always have and cherish you as their precious son? Have you even once considered that possibility, Andy?" dad asked, walking over to stand behind the sofa and look down on the three naked teens in his living room.

I was frozen in slack-jawed apoplexy.

Dad reached his hand out to Shahin. "Hi, I'm Konrad Tarnow, Andy and Dan's father. I don't think we've met, although I've followed your career. You should be very proud of your accomplishments."

The naked Iranian remained reclined in Dan's lap but reached up his hand to take my dad's hand.

"Shahin Pouran, sir. Glad to meet you. Thank you."

Dad released the young man's hand and asked, "Tell me, Shahin, how do your testicles feel right now? Is my son hurting you?"

Bird held my dad's gaze and tried to retain a calm countenance.

"I have to say, sir, they don't feel good right now. Not very good at all."

I realized that I was kneeling on the living room floor holding his balls in a death grip. I started blinking myself back to the present and pulled my hand back.

"I'm sorry, Bird. I really didn't mean to hurt you. I'll make you feel better."

Before I knew it, I was kissing his balls and apologizing to them.

Dad cleared his throat, and I froze again, realizing I was kissing a boy's balls in front of my dad. My lips stayed on Shahin's balls momentarily.

"Dad, I'm gay," I blurted out.

"You don't say," he answered succinctly.

Dad walked back into the kitchen and started removing his work clothes and hanging them in the back hall closet. He threw his underwear in the hamper. When he was naked, he came back into the living room and suggested we go down to the basement so we could talk and shower together.

Dan looked at the clock and asked the salient question, "Dad, how come you're home at 3:30? Is everything alright?"

We were all moving toward the basement steps as dad answered.

"Eddie told me to leave two hours early when he found out that you were home from Notre Dame. He sends his best, Dan, and says he's going to watch all the Notre Dame soccer matches he can find on cable."

Bird again suggested that maybe he should leave. I asked him to stay. I'm not sure why I felt he might be a needed buffer between my dad and me.

Dad said that Dan and Bird should sit on the shower bench while I helped dad shower. The basement shower had plenty of room for two, or even three; but, it was a bit crowded with the four of us. Dan pulled his legs up and hugged his knees to make more room for us. Bird followed suit.

I scrubbed dad's back with his luffa. Dad stood just over six foot and was pretty well-muscled from his physical labor. His belly was a little soft, but I thought it was cute, and he carried it well on his forty-one-year-old frame.

"Andy, what would ever make you think we could throw you out for something as minor as being gay? And what does your being gay have to do with Annika? Have you told her?"

Oh, God. Had he heard that part too?

I warned him that my story would likely last longer than the hot water. He told me to hand him the luffa. He turned around and wrapped me in a hug while he washed my back and ass. Then he told me to turn around. He hugged me again with his hands on my chest, then washed my front.

As he washed me, he brought his face to my ear and said, "I'm sorry, Andy, that your mom and I failed you. You and Dan are absolutely the only things that matter to us. We love you both so much and want nothing more than your health and happiness. I wish you could have felt free to talk to us before."

Dad continued in full voice so that Dan could hear too.

"After everything that's been going on in this crazy world these past two months, watching all those funerals and memorial services from the September 11 attacks, looking at the pictures of all those parents and children who will never hold each other again, do you really think that your being gay would be enough for us to send you away voluntarily? We want nothing more than to hold on to you forever to keep you safe. I love you to the moon and back. You too, Dan."

I turned around and melted into sobs in my dad's strong arms.

"Thank you, daddy. I love you. I want you to be proud of me."

"I'm always proud of you, Andrew, except for when you don't take out the trash. I'm proud of you for finding that hunk of a boyfriend over there. You're really dating up a level, you know."

Bird went into a full-body blush.

"Bird's not my boyfriend. I only met him for the first time today when Dan brought him home with Brad, and then Brad left, and Bird and I sucked each other off while Dan watched some stupid horror flick on TV, and then Dan said that Bird should teach me how to kiss, and then I sucked him off again because he is so beautiful and his cum is really different from Dan's but still tasty, and I wanted to sample it again to make sure I liked it, which I really did, and I can't wait to have another crack at him again."

OH. MY. GOD. STOP TALKING!

Dad just laughed and held me tight while swatting my naked ass.

"You're a little cock slut," Dad said to me, smiling.

"But I'm your little cock slut, right?"

Dad smacked my ass again and turned off the shower.

We dried and went back up to the living room.

Dan sat at the end of the couch, facing toward the center. I climbed into his lap facing forward and rested my head on his shoulder. Dad sat at the other end of the couch, facing toward Dan and me. Bird went to sit in the armchair, but dad motioned for him to come to sit on his lap the same way I was sitting in Dan's.

Dad juggled Bird's weight around a little bit, obviously impressed with the wrestling hunk's body, and said, "So that's what wrestling does for you, huh? That's remarkable. You're a solid young man. They call you `Bird?'"

"Yes, sir. Shahin means `falcon' in Persian, so my friends started calling me `Bird' to tease me, but the name stuck."

Dad accepted this explanation. "You are really solidly built, Bird. Do you mind my feeling your muscles?"

Bird turned slightly to open himself up. "Oh, no, Mr. Tarnow. You may feel anything you like," he said with obvious eagerness.

Dad smiled as he felt Bird's arms, chest, thighs, and then his back and ass. Bird turned again so dad could feel his abdomen, and spread his legs slightly in invitation. I wasn't sure whether he was even aware that he had done that.

My dad accepted the invitation, sliding his hand down Bird's six-pack and on to his genitals. Dad stroked Bird's semi-erect penis a few times and then held his scrotum. I wondered if dad did the same thing with Dan when they masturbated together.

Dad and Bird smiled silently at each other. "So, Bird, you're gay too?"

Bird nodded and sighed at the pleasure dad was imparting by fondling his balls. His penis was back to a full seven-and-a-half-inch erection.

Dad moved his hand back to Bird's penis and slowly stroked its full length. "Your penis is very solidly-built too, Bird. I bet that didn't come from wrestling. I can see why my youngest son was so eager to get you in his mouth. Could he take it all?

Bird looked at my dad with a growing lust-filled glaze over his eyes. "Yes, sir, Andy took my entire penis in his mouth several times. He is quite an excellent cocksucker."

Dad masturbated Bird for a couple of minutes in silence. I don't think he was trying to get him off. He was trying to communicate to Bird – and all of us – how accepting he was.

I never thought I would watch my strong hero of a dad openly masturbating another man who had just complimented my fellatio skills.

Dad finally relinquished Bird's penis and gently stroked him from hip to shoulders. "How did your parents handle it when you told them you were gay?"

Bird visibly tensed. "I haven't told them, sir. I doubt that I will ever tell them. There are people back in their homeland that you can hire to perform `honor killings' on your gay children. Sometimes, if you're lucky, they might just castrate you.

"I don't think my parents would do that. I know for sure my parents wouldn't do that. But some of their relatives have already done so to other men in my family. At this point, my life depends on them not finding out, so that they don't have to lie on my behalf."

Dad squeezed Bird into himself, stroked his side, and planted repeated kisses on the top of his head.

"My poor boy. You come here anytime you need a safe place or just a place to relax and be yourself. Any time at all. I will give you a key to the house so you can come and hide out if you need to, even if we're not home. You're part of our family now. And, if we are home, I'm sure that Andy will find a way to keep you entertained."

"Thank you, sir. You are very kind," Shahin said, melting into my dad's arms again.

Dan and I just stared at Bird. I did not respond to dad's attempted joke because I felt like total shit.

Here I was worried that maybe I might get thrown out by my admittedly indulgent parents, while Bird was worried that his own family would castrate or kill him.

Dad looked at me while hugging Bird and physically modeling his invitation to join our family.

"So, Andy, how does Annika Madsen fit into all this?"

Twenty minutes later I had finished telling my sordid story – again. I actually felt better telling it again. And I felt dumber now that I was more removed from my previous emotional morass.

Dad just sighed as he rested his chin on Bird's head. Bird was relishing dad's attention and the close contact of their naked bodies, his erection never completely subsiding.

We sat in silence for a couple of minutes.

Dad looked at me seriously and said, "First and foremost, Andy, I want to repeat that I love you. I will always love you. I love you almost half as much as I love Bird, here."

We all chuckled as dad kissed Bird on both cheeks. Bird managed to snuggle even closer to dad. He would climb inside my dad if he could.

"Next thing, Andrew Konrad Tarnow – and I want to make this as clear as possible, so there is no doubt: You keep your goddamn gay boy homo erectus out of that girl's waste dump of a pussy now and always and forevermore. Is that clear?

"Is that clear, Andy? Answer me please."

I stammered, "Yes, dad. Very clear. "

"Good. Now, I think you're too young to be sexually active, but you are sexually active, right? You've fucked Annika. Have there been any other girls?"

"No, sir."

"You told me you sucked your brother Bird here twice today. Have you had sex with any other boys?"

"Only Dan, sir, but he doesn't count because he's my brother. And that was only today too. We sixty-nined. It was so, so, so good, dad. Well, today was the first time I deep-throated him, but I've been lapping up his precum and cum for a few years. I don't know why I never thought to put the whole thing in my mouth. Dad, Dan's cock is really good. I should have done it a long time ago."

I started to say more but held myself back from even more of a senseless word dump.

Dan kissed my cheek, and I felt him smile at me.

"Dan is a good brother. So that was that also exclusively oral sex," dad asked.

"Yes, sir."

I almost forgot about Mark Staver. "Oh yeah, I sucked off Mark Staver today when he showed up to deliver sinks and faucets for you."

Dad smiled. "The list keeps growing, doesn't it? Have you had anal intercourse with either of your brothers, Mark, or any other boy?"

Am I really listening to my dad interrogate me about anal intercourse?

"No, sir. I've not yet had anal intercourse with anyone."

"Not yet? But you plan to? With whom?"

I flustered. Uh-oh. Here it comes.

"No, dad, I meant I have never had anal sex at all. I don't have plans with anyone in particular. ... I mean, I think that, someday, I will want to have anal sex because it's been really hot when I've masturbated thinking about fucking Christopher Atkins on a beach, and I think I would really like to fuck him in the ass, but I don't know how much I would enjoy taking a fuck up my ass, but I am curious to find out, you know, someday, with someone, but I don't know when or with whom. ... Mark told Dan and me this morning that it's up to you and him to teach me about anal sex because you're my family and that's what his family does. ... His brothers have been fucking each other's asses since Mark could remember, and Mark's dad and brothers started fucking him when he was thirteen, which is how old I am now; and he fucks them too, of course. ... Dan said that he's an anal virgin just like I am so he wouldn't know how to initiate me, but that maybe Mark would be willing to do it. ... Unless you want to, dad, but I don't have any specific plans for my ass. .. But I would probably like it if I could learn from you, since I love you so much, if you're willing to teach me and help me learn that is, ... rather than from Mark, but Mark would do in a pinch, because he said that we should talk it over and maybe some month when he's together with his family they could initiate me too. But he honestly didn't sound eager to break in a newbie."

ANDY. SHUT. YOUR. GODDAMN. MOUTH!

Dad seemed to enjoy my nervous outburst. "Good, I think. Wait. What? I think some of that I will respond to later. So, where does that leave us right now? Do I need to talk to Annika or the Madsens?"

"Oh my God, no! Please," I nearly screamed.

"So, Andy, if I'm hearing you correctly, you're saying that there is no need for me to talk to Annika or the Madsens. Is that correct?"

My little shit of a father had a smirk on his face.

"That is correct, sir. I've been avoiding her, and I'm pretty sure she won't want to have anything more to do with me after she found out I had to pretend she was Christopher Atkins just to keep my erection."

Dad chuckled, "Well, yeah, I guess that's got to deflate a girl's ego a little bit."

"But, seriously, Andy. What are we going to do? You seem to like having sex with your two brothers here all of a sudden, which is great, as far as it goes. And Mark seems to be a willing – but occasional – partner, which surprises me a little," Dad said.

Bird's face lights up every time dad calls him my brother. That muscle hunk is adorable.

"But they are both going back to school. I can't drive you seven hours to the west or four hours to the east every time you want to suck cock. Especially not on a school night. Can you seriously live without sex now that you've made it part of your life? I don't want you going off and doing someone stupid again because you're horny and don't have a plan. That's no way to manage your sex life, Andy."

I sat in silence for a moment. "I don't know, dad. What should I do? Are you advising me to find some guys to be on standby for when I need to get my nut off? Maybe we should put an ad in the church bulletin?"

Dad looked at me, "Would you help me with the wording?"

Dan couldn't hold it in any longer and laughed uproariously.

Dan read the pretend ad, "Horny thirteen-year-old gayby looking for sex partners. Must have clean-shaven cock and balls and know the seven gifts of the Holy Spirit. Apply within."

"What's a gayby," I asked.

"That's a newly-out gay person. It's a portmanteau of `gay' and `baby,'" Dan said.

I became exasperated. "Why do you all assume I am incapable of finding my own sex partners?"

Dad looked at me while helping Bird change positions. I think dad's legs were falling asleep. Bird turned so he was sitting between dad's thighs with his back resting against dad's chest and his legs splayed out on each side of Dan and me.

Bird's beautiful thick penis was inches from me. Could I really refrain from having sex now that I've experienced its joys? I wanted nothing more than to attack Bird's cock right now.

Dad continued his thought.

"Look, Andy, you've had four sex partners so far. Is that correct?"

"Yes, sir."

"Two of those have been your brothers. Is that correct?"

"Yes, sir."

Dad rubbed Bird's chest and abdomen as he called him my brother again, and kissed the top of his head. Bird sprung an almost instantaneous full-on boner and blushed once again. Everyone smiled at his beautiful manhood.

Dad continued, "Your third sex partner was a girl with a poor reputation who didn't even have a penis for you to suck on. Is that correct?"

"Yes, sir," I answered shyly.

"And your fourth sex partner was the plumbing supply deliveryman that you sucked off this morning in the backyard. Is that correct?"

"Yes, sir." I was even more deflated.

Dad concluded, "Your Honor, I have no further questions at this time. I reserve the right to recall this witness."

I sighed in defeat. I shifted my position to mirror Bird's, with my thighs atop his. Our balls were now scrunched together, and I got a boner too.

Dan started rubbing my chest and belly the same way dad was still rubbing Bird's. My new brother and I shared a look and wallowed in the physical attention we were being given. I saw a drop of precum coalescing in my piss slit.

Both Dan and dad continued to massage Shahin's and my abdomens with the effect that we remained hard and leaking. At the bottom of a downstroke on me, Dan stopped and started to fondle my penis, tugging it all around. He tried to imitate my apparently annoying voice of a couple of years ago.

"Dan, how come your penis is swollen?

"Does it hurt when it swells up like that?

"Will mine do that too, Dan?

"Will mine be as big as yours?

"What's this stuff at the end? Are you peeing yourself?

"Does that stuff taste good?

"Dan, can I lick it from your penis?

"Your penis tastes good, Dan. Can you make more of this stuff?

"Can I eat this stuff from your penis every night until forever?"

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Please tell me I was not that annoying," I pleaded with my brother.

"Oh my God, Andy, you were so much worse. You've been obsessed with my penis since you were, like, eight or nine."

I looked up at my brother. "Why didn't you kick me out sooner?"

"Because I love you, Andy. The easiest way to shut you up was to let you play with my cock and lick up my precum. It was a win-win for me."

Dan cuts to the chase.

I looked over at dad, who was laughing along with Dan and me. He was stroking Bird's arms, from shoulder to fingertips. Bird was basking in dad's touch. Dad took Bird's hands, brought them up to his face, and kissed each finger.

"Shahin, my son, Daniel, my son, would the two of you do me a favor and go sit in the armchair just for a moment?"

I lifted my legs to let Bird get up first, then I sat up to let Dan slip away from behind me. Dan sat in the armchair first and pulled our new brother into his lap. Bird immediately cuddled into his shoulder. Dan very generously showed him affection with his hands and lips. The two naked college freshmen shared a few kisses on the mouth. Then Dan did his best to enfold his friend in his arms.

Bird seemed to need affirmation and affection desperately this afternoon. I felt kind of shallow for just getting him off before. I should have paid more attention.

"Andy, pay attention please," I heard my dad say.

"I'm sorry, dad. What?"

"Once again, I said that Dan and Bird are over there, back in college. You are here. You have needs. You have desires. What are you going to do," dad asked.

"I don't know."

"Is there anyone you can think of who can reliably help you the way Dan and Bird have generously helped you, and the way that Mark helped you this morning?"

"I can't think of anybody else, dad. I'm sorry."

"Nobody?" asked my dad.

"No."

"So, there's nobody, perhaps someone still on the couch with you, that could help you?" Dad tried to draw me along. I was being dense.

"No, dad. You're the only one on the couch. There's no ... . O-o-o-oh. Oh. O-o-o-oh."

"Ladies and gentlemen: Andy Tarnow, rocket scientist," dad laughed.

"But dad ..." I couldn't formulate the question.

"But dad ... I mean, Dan told me that the two of you have masturbated together, but this is different, right? By the way, is it a sin when you masturbate? Do you confess it?" I was on the verge of a verbal tsunami, but I shut myself down.

"No, Andy, it's not a sin when I masturbate. It's not a sin when you masturbate. It's not a sin when anyone masturbates themselves or anyone else.

"And no, I don't confess it because I don't go to confession anymore.

"Come over here, Andy, and let me hold you," dad requested.

I turned and sat with my back to his chest. He wrapped me up in his arms and kissed me softly about a dozen times before continuing.

"I don't go to confession anymore because I don't go to church anymore. As far as I'm concerned, the two of you don't have to go to church anymore either. Though it's already been a while since either of you have been, I'm sure."

"But dad," I interrupted, "you and mom go every Sunday."

I always thought of my mom and, less so, dad as very Catholic in the most retro way. They traveled an hour every Sunday to attend a Latin Mass, dragging me in protest. Lately, they would allow me to attend Mass in the vernacular at the church in town. But I used to get quizzed on the readings of the day and the priest's homily. There was no getting out of it. They had informants.

Come to think of it, I haven't been quizzed in several weeks. Maybe even a couple months.

"No, Andy. We would drive up there every Sunday, and she would go to mass while I went to a coffee shop to try to figure out how she can stand it, especially knowing that she has a gay son. Two gay sons." Dad smiled over at Shahim, who was beaming again.

"Is that why you stopped taking me with you," I asked my Dad.

"Yes, Andy, that's exactly why.

"You should hear that stupid twat of priest up there. He's always going on and on about what the church says about gay people.

"Everyone is made in the image and likeness of God unless you're gay, then you're a reminder of original sin.

"Human sexuality is a beautiful gift from God unless you're' gay. Then you shall never have sex and shouldn't even tell people you're gay lest you create a `scandal.'

"Love your neighbor as yourself, unless they're gay. Then preach to them about how they are hurting the feelings of an all-powerful, immutable God.

"It's sickening, Andy. If that's really God, then God is a fucking asshole, and we need to stay far away from him."

I had never heard my dad get riled up like that. What the church preached didn't really bother me because I never believed that shit to begin with. But dad grew up believing in that mumbo-jumbo, so I guess it hurts him to realize his faith was misplaced.

"But I don't think that's really God, whatever you call him or her or it," dad went on. "That's a bunch of aging closet queens formulating a doctrine to justify their internalized homophobia. The church is replete with sexual deviants hiding in plain sight. I will not have anything to do with it.

"Your mother and I discussed it for several weeks. She tried with everything in her to believe that there is a still kernel of something worthwhile in what they're teaching. But there's not. It's all bullshit. She finally saw it a couple months back. Now we're done with that horseshit and are beginning to understand an entirely new perspective on life and spirituality."

I tried to lighten the mood by twisting around and asking dad, "Dad, try to stay calm. Do you want me to run and get one of your heart pills?"

We all laughed, and dad smacked me jokingly.

"You little shit. I don't take heart pills," dad said while hugging me. "But if I did, they'd have your name on them."

"Now Andy, answer my question," dad chided.

"There was a question?"

"Yes, you turd, there was a question. Your brothers Dan and Bird are back at college. You're getting fidgety to suck a cock. What are you going to do," dad asked.

"I'm going to suck your cock?"

"Is that a question or an answer," dad inquired.

"Well, I don't know. Can I take it for a test drive?"

"You really are a little smartass," dad said while pushing me off him and onto the floor.

"Just for that, you're going to suck me while kneeling on the floor."

Dad put both his feet on the living room floor on either side of me and slouched down, so his balls were at the end of the sofa cushion. I draped my arms over his thighs, leaned in and swiped my tongue on his scrotum. I was immediately addicted.

I looked up at dad and teased, "Oh no, dad. Please don't make me kneel on the floor." I licked him again.

"Anything but that, dad."

Another lick.

"That's too cruel."

Dad looked over at Dan and asked, "How the hell have you refrained from pushing this little shit's head through a wall all these years?"

Dan laughed and struggled to stand up while still cuddling Bird.

"I have superhuman patience, and also that part about letting him play with my cock to shut him up," Dan said while walking back over to the couch. He sat down with Bird, and slouched like dad, but then maneuvered the wrestler, so his arms were wrapped around dad's shoulders, his hip was resting on dad's hip, and his legs were across Dan's stomach.

Dad held Bird high enough so that I had room to work on my dad's cock and balls. Depending on how I moved, Bird's butt was on my shoulder or my head. That was fine by me.

Dad kissed Bird on the mouth and stroked his face.

"Shahin, my precious son. I want you to know this above all else: you are – now and forever -- allowed, nay, you are strongly encouraged to fart on your baby brother's head."

The three of them laughed at my expense. Dan reached over and massaged Bird's belly. Pretty soon a fart came out. It didn't really smell like much of anything.

They weren't going to get the best of me. I pulled off dad's dick and kissed Bird's ass.

"Thank you, sir. May I have another?"

Dad's penis was almost an exact replica of Dan's. I guess it's more accurate that Dan's penis is a replica of dad's. They are both wonderful creations: about seven inches long, an inch and a half in diameter, straight with a nice round flare at the glans. Dad seemed to produce even more precum than Dan. It was, perhaps, a little less sweet, but no less delicious. Dad kept his bush trimmed just like Dan, and his balls were smoothly shaven too.

I decided that it would not be a sacrifice to suck off dad when Dan goes back to Notre Dame, and Bird goes back to Lehigh.

I pulled dad's penis off his belly and went down to the root, using my throat to massage his precious phallus. I heard dad moan, "Andy, you're doing great."

Dad was cradling Bird's upper body, and Bird had his face buried in dad's neck. I couldn't see what was going on since Bird's ass was right above my head, but I heard my Persian brother moan and sigh, "Yes, Dan."

Dan said that he would only suck me because I was his brother. I guess he decided that since we had informally adopted Bird, he would be willing to take care of both his brothers. Dan was a giving soul like that. My own dick swelled at the memory of what Dan's mouth could do to a brother's penis.

I redoubled my deep-throating of dad. I love my dad so much. I felt a swell of pride and even more love, knowing that I could share this intimacy with him. I felt dad's scrotum tightening. I wanted to make it last a little longer, so I eased off his cock.

"I love you, dad, so much. Thank you for loving me."

My dad responded, "I love you to the moon and back, Andy. You are my wonderful, beautiful, intelligent, kind, smartass, little shit of a son. I wouldn't have it any other way."

I teared up. I turned my head to kiss Bird's ass a few times and then stood up so I could kiss my dad. We shared several close-mouth kisses. I tilted my head to kiss Bird, who was breathing heavier due to Dan's ministrations. I kissed my new brother, and we welcomed each other's tongues into our mouths.

I went to kiss Dan, but his mouth was filled with Bird's cock. I didn't let that stop me. I proclaimed my love for Dan and then joined my mouth with his on the hefty penis. We shared our love for each other and our new brother, and then I returned to give dad more pleasure.

I spent a few minutes on his balls, individually. They were just a little too large to get both in my mouth simultaneously. I determined to keep practicing.

I returned to deep-throating him again. I was relaxed in my pace, but dad was building up to his orgasm, and I was going to let him have it this time.

Dad started moaning and thrusting up into my throat. I pet his balls as I worked my tongue all around his shaft as I ascended to the tip to make certain I could taste his expected ejaculate.

"Yes, Andy. Oh God, you are the best, Andy. I love you so much, you beautiful smartass."

I didn't have to wait long for my reward. Four bursts of coveted sperm filled my mouth. I didn't swallow but stayed on dad's penis to make sure I got everything he had to offer. He tasted very much like Dan, but a little bit thinner than my nineteen-year-old brother.

Eventually, I pulled off and stood up, smiling with a full mouth. When Bird caught my eye and realized what I was doing, he virtually launched himself at me to get to dad's cum.

Bird is smitten by my dad. So am I. I happily shared the bounty of the harvest with my new brother and we kissed for a long time until Bird started moaning into my mouth. Dan was bringing him to Nirvana.

I stroked Bird's chest as he passed the event horizon of his orgasm, and I leaned in to kiss dad again. He surprised me by slipping his tongue passed my lips to taste the remnants of his cum, and Bird's kiss, in my mouth. I offered my tongue to him, and he licked it clean.

Bird started bucking into Dan's mouth, and dad and I separated to watch the show. I thought Dan was going to get whiplash, but, bless his heart, he stayed attached to our brother's dick until the ride came to a complete stop.

Dan collected Bird's offering in his mouth as I had done with dad. I was about to move in so Dan could share it with me when dad pushed my head away and kissed Dan. I watched their tongues move about. Dad didn't kiss Dan for long – just long enough to get a taste – and then parted from Dan and pulled my head to Dan's.

We kissed deeply, and I tasted the familiar essence of Bird in Dan's mouth. We continued to kiss even after Bird's taste had faded, our kiss morphing into simple deep sharing of brotherly love and support.

We all came down from our highs. I dropped into the armchair, realizing, but not caring, that I hadn't cum. I was just as happy to make dad cum.

Bird was splayed out across dad's and Dan's laps, his arms draped over the arm of the sofa in post-orgasmic bliss. Dad and Dan continued to tickle and stroke him everywhere except his penis. It was tender touching, not teasing.

Dad was running his fingers around Bird's hairless armpit. My brother still showed no signs of being ticklish. He was smiling contentedly. Dan ran his hands around Bird's thighs and lower abdomen, circumnavigating his genitals.

Bird looked incredibly handsome. I was tempted to rush over and start licking him from head to toe and back again, but I didn't want to spoil his reverie. The tender affection being shown to him by my dad and brother made my eyes well up. I know they both love me at least as much.

We spent the next fifteen minutes relaxing like that. I may have dozed off. I know Bird was asleep even as dad and Dan continued to caress his muscular naked body.

Dad noted that it was close to 6:00 and we should order pizza so that it would arrive by the time mom got home from work after 7:00.

Bird got up and said that he should go, saying he didn't want to impose on our family time.

"But you are family," dad told him. "You are welcome here anytime. Haven't I made that clear? Besides, we are having a family meeting after supper, so the entire family should be present."

"Oh, OK," Bird replied while sorting through the pile of clothes on the living room floor.

"Shahin, son," Dad said. "What are you doing? Didn't you hear me?"

"Yes, Mr. Tarnow, but your wife will be coming home soon, so I thought we were going to get dressed."

"Why would we do that," Dad asked.

"Well, I don't know. I just thought that you didn't stay naked when your wife was home," Bird explained.

"Well, we do. Put down the clothing and come back here. Andy, go to the kitchen and grab the Pizza di Napoli menu, then come to join your brothers."

I ran and got the menu to our favorite delivery place and came back to the living room to find Bird curled up in Dan's lap. I happily took dad's lap, kissed his cheek, and handed him the menu.

Dan and Bird decided they would each have one slice of pizza and have a salad. I was game for anything. We settled our order, and I went to the kitchen to phone it in, asking if it could be delivered at 7:00 and if Jace were delivering tonight. I was told yes to both.

I went back to dad's lap, and we flipped channels until the doorbell rang.

Dad said, "You can grab the sweat shorts by the door."

I told him that Jace was on tonight, so I didn't need to bother. Jace was a junior in high school and had accidentally caught us all naked once when delivering. He thought it was the coolest thing that we sometimes hung out like that, so we didn't bother to dress whenever he was on.

He stood about five-foot-ten and had a cute face and trim body, but he wasn't particularly athletic. I invited him in to put down the pizza box and bags of salads and garlic knots and to say hello to everyone. I knew he would get a kick out of interacting with us naked folk.

We went to the kitchen, and I paid him and added a nice tip.

"Your brother Dan is hot," Jace said.

"You think so?"

Jace realized what he said and started to blush. I kissed his cheek and told him I agreed with his assessment. I told him that I thought my dad was hot too.

Poor Jace was throwing wood in his tight polyester delivery uniform.

"I better get going," he mumbled as he made his way to the door, holding the insulated pizza bag at his crotch. I noticed that his eyes swept dad's body several times on his way to the front door.

As I opened the door to let Jace out, mom was on her way in. I prepared for round three of my coming out story.

 

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I took a break from telling Chan my story and noticed by the dashboard clock that it was half-past eleven. I asked Channing if he wanted to stop for lunch.

"I'm not really hungry, Popeye, after that big breakfast, and just sitting here in the van, but I could probably pee somewhere."

Now that he mentioned it, my bladder could stand an emptying too.