Rabbit Hole

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX: – Restless Rest

By Quentin Collins (hauptwerk88@gmail.com)

© BJB Conglomerated Media

 

Please excuse the long delay in posting a new chapter. I decided to explore a little bit more of Drew's history and rewrote this new chapter from scratch. I hope it was worth the wait.

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Channing and I decided we weren't hungry for lunch. We had some pears and bananas that Victor gave us when we left Primrose Farm so we could snack on those. But we both had to pee. There didn't appear to be many places to stop, but I had seen a sign informing us that a rest stop was fifteen miles ahead.

I told Chan to keep an eye out in case there was some other place he wanted to stop. Otherwise, we would plan to exit at the rest stop.

"Aye-aye, Capitan," Chan saluted me in jest. "But, until we get there, I want to hear what happened when Gram got home that night, and what went into your decision about who was going to initiate you into the ways of anal sex."

I could tell by the way Chan asked the question that he was interested in my story, not just out of prurient fascination, but to find out about my development in my own teen years, as well as the evolving family dynamic at work at that time.

 

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My mom got home from a long Friday working at the bank. Jace, the delivery guy from di Napoli's pizza shop, had just dropped off our dinner, so we all gathered in the kitchen.

Mom looked around at the four naked men before her. "I didn't realize we were going to have a guest tonight." Mom walked over to Bird. "Welcome! I'm Rose Tarnow. I take it you are a friend of one of my rapscallions?"

Dad corrected mom's assumption that Bird was a guest. He quickly filled her in on his story, and his possible jeopardy if his family found out that he is gay. Dad finished by formally introducing them.

"Rosella Novak Tarnow, I'd like for you to meet your new surrogate son, Shahin Pouran."

Mom's arms were around the naked Persian wrestler in a flash. After a moment of shock, Bird relaxed into her embrace and returned it in kind. Mom kissed his face.

"You know, Shahin, a mother dreams that her sons will grow into strong, handsome, and kind men. My dream has finally come true," she said, laughing. "Let's sit and eat before everything gets cold."

Our kitchen table was suitable for four but was a bit tight with five seated around it. I squeezed in next to Dan, but I suddenly didn't have much of an appetite. I felt as if the walls were closing in on me.

My dad, sitting on my other side, sensed my anxiety and tried to calm me down by blowing up the house so I wouldn't have to be concerned about the encroaching walls anymore.

"So, Rose, we had a busy afternoon here with Bird, but that wasn't the most exciting part of our day. Your youngest, ugliest son told us that he is gay."

My mom looked at me as she took a bite of salad. "Well, of course, you're gay. Everybody knows that. Didn't you know you were gay? You could have asked one of us if you were unsure.

"I know that you're pretty slow sometimes, Andy, but I thought even you would have picked up on the clues. You've been obsessed with your brother's penis since you were five. And, I could tell that it was more than just fascination with him because he's older than you. You are completely in love with your brother.

"But Dan's not gay, sweetie. He loves you. I know he does because of how much he indulges your attraction to him. But he seems to like women more than men, don't you, Dan?"

I sat watching my mom unpack my psyche as if she were a door-to-door salesman unpacking her kitchen wonder knives. I would have sworn that blood vessels were going to start bursting in my face.

Dan leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. I could taste the di Napoli house Italian dressing from his salad. "I love you to pieces, squirt. But, mom's right: I'm not gay."

Just to prove it, Dan kissed me again, making it obvious to everyone at the table that he was using tongue. Despite my embarrassment and anxiety, I reciprocated. Dan's kiss can overcome anything.

My dad laughed at Dan's antics and then turned his attention back to mom while Dan and I continued to taste each other's mouths.

"Rose, maybe our boys aren't as easily pigeonholed as we thought. Heterosexual Dan is pretty enthusiastically kissing his brother. Meanwhile, gay Andy has had sex with Annie Madsen."

My mom tried not to look flustered. "Did gay Andy enjoy sex with her as much as straight Dan is enjoying kissing his brother?"

Dad laughed again. "No. He told us he had to pretend he was fucking Christopher Atkins in order to keep his erection."

My mom laughed uproariously. She leaned over to look at my growing erection as Dan and I continued to kiss.

"Do you suppose he's thinking about Christopher Atkins now?"

My dad reached over and grabbed my erection as mom looked on. He surprised me by stroking me a few times before releasing me from his grip.

"No, Rose, I'm pretty sure that's all Dan." Both mom and dad laughed good-naturedly at my expense. Then mom returned to the subject at hand.

"So, Andy, why would you waste a condom on Annie Madsen? You should know better than that. Were you just trying to figure out what her other ninety-seven lovers experienced?"

Dan pulled back from kissing me, and I stared at my mom for a few seconds trying to formulate my response. "I didn't use a condom."

I wasn't sure if she said something in reply because I was too busy fending off smacks to my head, shoulders, and face. I do remember hearing repeated exclamations of "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!"

Then she told me to stand up and face her. I did so, trying not to cower or flinch. She grabbed my balls and rapidly-deflating penis, and started smacking them in time with each word as she ordered, "Keep ... this ... beautiful ... penis ... out ... of ... that ... filthy ... twat!"

She looked me in the eye and squeezed until I doubled over crying. Then she plopped herself back down in her chair. "What boy is going to want to have sex with you after he finds out that you've defiled yourself with that creature?"

"I would!" Shahin declared before catching himself.

Mom stared at Bird for a long time. Her countenance eventually softened. "You are a sweet young man, Shahin. You are too trusting. Andy and Dan are lucky to have you as a brother. They could learn a thing or two from you, I'm sure."

"Perhaps not," Bird offered. He then explained to my mom about his disastrous tryst with Nina and how he and I were probably more similar than she would think.

Mom, dad, and Bird discussed the situation for some time before mom got up from her seat again and came over to me.

"Stand up, Andy. Please." She wrapped me in her arms and apologized over and over, telling me how much she loves me. All five of us were weeping. My mom heaved a huge sigh and stepped back from me.

"Konrad, you should take your sons to Randolph's. I think it's time."

Dad wiped his eyes and nodded. "I was going to suggest it myself."

I looked back and forth between them. "Randolph's sex shop?

Dad smiled at me. "The very same. I think only Bird is old enough to go in there legally, but Jerry said I could bring you over to his house, and he would hold a private shopping session for us so that we can get everything you guys will need.

"Of course, I didn't realize at the time that I would be bringing three young men to learn about anal sex and hygiene products, but I'm sure he won't mind: it's more sales for him."

Dan looked at dad. "But I'm not gay. I don't have anal sex."

Dad explained that he's not gay either, but has recently begun anal play and really likes it. He said that Dan should try a few things and find out if he might like it too. "My eyes have been opened to so many new things in the past few months, Dan. Your mom and I are experiencing sexual pleasure like we could have never imagined. We want the same for all of you."

I didn't know it at the time, but mom and dad were being introduced to the Garden of the Western Wind. They were probably sharing experiences with other lovers throughout the world.

Dan, Shahin and I just looked at each other. Mom touched each of us on the face. "My sweet boys. We are not trying to encourage you to go out and have sex with just anybody, but, when you meet a guy or girl that you want to get closer to, you should be prepared. And you should know what you're doing.

"Shahin, I don't know what kind of experience you have. Are you very active sexually, my dear?"

Bird looked a bit on the spot for a few moments but then realized our family was extraordinarily open and non-judgmental. I was only beginning to realize the extent of our openness.

Shahin looked at mom. "No, ma'am. I have a little experience with oral sex, but none with anal. And I like to kiss. Andy and I kissed a lot today. He is very good. He is very good at sucking too. Much better than I am."

Mom grabbed us both. "I'm happy to hear that. I like kissing very much too. I think many lovers undervalue the intimacy of a passionate kiss. Show me how the two of you kiss."

Mom gently pushed Bird and me together. We willingly kissed each other and kept kissing. I loved kissing Dan, but Bird's kiss is on another level. We caressed each other as we tasted the other's mouth. Bird's ass was a natural wonder: very muscular, but with supple skin, and just a light dusting of fine dark hair.

Our erections were rubbing against each other in short order. I heard moaning and realized it was coming from me. I wasn't sure which of our dicks was supplying the precum – probably both of us.

Mom put a hand on each of our asses. "Your father is going to teach you how to bring incredible pleasure to each other, and other partners. Do you want that?"

"Yes," we answered in unison. We stood in front of my parents, both hard and dripping, and unconcerned that they could see us hard and dripping.

My dad stepped to me, kissed my cheek, and said, "Bird's right, Rose. Andy sucked me today. He is very good at it. I think he is going to be a model student."

Mom kissed my other cheek. "I'm glad to hear that. Have you been practicing with someone, Andy?"

"No, mom. Today was the first time I have sucked a cock. It started with Dan this morning. We sixty-nined each other. Then I sucked Mark Staver in the backyard. Then I sucked Bird here a few times this afternoon, and, finally, dad. Each one was different. But each was great. They said I did a good job. I don't know. But I know I loved it, mom. I think I'm a born cocksucker."

It suddenly occurred to me that I was standing naked, hard and dripping precum in front of my parents, bragging to my mom about what a great cocksucker I am. The weirdest part was, I wasn't the least bit embarrassed. Now that I was out to my family, I wanted them to know all about me. All I felt was accepted unconditionally. That's the best feeling in the world.

I looked around to see that both dad and Dan were semi-erect. I knelt in front of my dad, proclaimed my love for him, and took him in my mouth to demonstrate my love of cock to everyone. Dad quickly became hard in my mouth. He cradled my head and told me how much he loved me. Mom stood next to him and smiled at me as I fellated dad.

After a couple of minutes, I moved from dad to Dan, repeating the same process. Only with Dan, I stayed on him, determined to get a load out of him again. I happily deep-throated him to show my mom what I was capable of. It didn't take long to get Dan's coveted semen in my maw.

I held Dan's moderate load in my mouth and stood to kiss Bird, knowing that he loves the taste of Dan's cum as much as I do. We shared the taste of Dan's nectar, then I moved down Bird's muscled chest to nibble each nipple before revisiting his substantial penis.

My hands roamed all over Shahin's powerful body as I brought him to another orgasm. Was this the third time today? Fourth? However many times it was, it wasn't enough. I felt dad kneel beside me as I pulled off Bird's dick. I allowed dad to sample all the flavors in my mouth, including the essence of his own dick. We both kissed all over Bird's spent penis and his empty balls until the Persian prince told us he was getting too sensitive.

We stood, and the four men stood together and silently shared our love. I noticed my mother coming back into the room. "I just called Randolph's. Nate is going to be at the house at 9:30 while Jerry covers the store. I'm sure Nate has learned enough from his uncle over the past several years that he will provide you with all the guidance you need."

We all sat back down at the table to finish our dinner. It was amazing how quickly we settled into easy, teasing conversation as if nothing unusual had just transpired. Dan and Bird shared stories from Notre Dame and Lehigh. Mom talked about all the crazy people in the bank today. Dad talked about work and a little about when he was my age.

There was a short lull in the conversation as we cleaned out the last of the pizza and salads. Dan turned to my dad. "Dad, I think I'd like you to fuck me. I know Andy is eager to get started, but I think I should be first. Can we do it tonight when we get home?"

"You're a good brother, Dan," dad told him. "But we don't have to rush into anything. Andy may be eager, but he will wait until we decide he's ready."

There didn't seem to be an option for me to offer my opinion, so I stayed silent.

Dan retorted, "But dad, I'm eager too. The more I think about it, the more I think that Mark was right: it should be you. And I think I've waited too long. I should be setting a better example for Andy. What do you think, mom?"

"I think I have the best husband in the world, and I couldn't love my three sons more if I tried. But you don't have to be in a rush. There is no catching up to be done. You do what you do when you are ready to do it.

"The fact that you've waited until now just means that you haven't been ready until now. Your dad was more than twice your age when he first tried anal stimulation. You will know when you're ready."

Dan sat up taller in his chair. "But, see, that's the point: I am ready now. So there's no need to wait any longer."

Dad stood up and hugged Dan from behind and kissed the top of his head. "Let's just see how the night plays out. You have nothing to prove, and no deadline to meet. If we both agree that tonight is best, fine. If not, maybe it will wait until you're home for Thanksgiving or winter break. I'm not going to love you any less or be any less proud to be your father. The same goes for you two."

Bird stood up and grabbed my dad in a powerful embrace. "I love you, dad. You have no idea how happy I am to have an accepting family to claim me as one of their own. I love you all."

My heart swelled watching dad and Bird squeeze their naked bodies together in a life-affirming hug. I realized how lucky I am to have been born into this family. Dad held Bird's head in his hands and tenderly kissed his lips several times.

"You know, Bird," dad said, "We still haven't gotten you your house key. Let's take care of that." He turned to my mom. "And Rose, I think it's time we show the boys where the emergency supplies are."

My mom smiled and nodded her head as she fished around in the junk drawer for an extra copy of the house key. She explained that the same key works all the outside doors then patted Shahin on the bare ass and told him to put it with his clothes in the living room.

Dad then led us boys into the basement. "Your mom and I have been putting away a little bit of cash every payday for emergencies. And I mean emergencies. Shahin, if you need to flee to here because you're in fear for your life, you come at any time. If you need to buy a bus or airplane ticket, there will be money down here for you to get what you need. Don't worry about paying us back. Worry about keeping yourself safe.

"The same goes for you two," he said to Dan and me. "This is for extreme emergencies only. This is not to get you out of some stupid situation you've gotten yourself into. I think I can trust you with this. Please don't disappoint me."

Dad yanked a couple of pull chain fluorescent hoods as we walked through the unfinished part of the basement. We went over to his workbench, and he opened the left door underneath and pointed to a box marked "Sparco Mixing Valve." It was an older box and had tape on the edges. He pulled out the box and retrieved a small metal box and opened the hinged lid.

"There is six thousand, three hundred and fifty dollars in this box. Both your mom and I know exactly what's in here at any given time. Again, it's here if you need it for a life-threatening emergency. This is not play money. Am I understood?"

We all nodded. I never really thought about how much my parents worried and planned to keep their family safe and secure. This was just another piece of evidence of their selfless love.

"Thanks, dad," I whimpered, "For all that you and mom do to keep us safe. You're the best man I will ever know."

My dad and I shared a loving gaze. He understood that I was entering into a deeper appreciation of the all-consuming nature of parenthood. Dad put away the emergency cash cache, and we went back upstairs. I hugged mom for a long time. She understood why

We chilled in the living room for a while until dad suggested we wash up, brush our teeth, and get dressed so we'd be ready to go to the Randolph house to meet Nate.

It was a quiet drive to their house. I don't think any of us was apprehensive as much as slightly confused as to what mom and dad had arranged for us, and how they knew the Randolphs so well.

I don't recall mom or dad ever talking about Randolph's Grown-up Gadgets except in passing. Now they are calling and arranging for private shopping sessions?

 

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We pulled up to a two-story tan brick house in a middle-class neighborhood on the other side of town. There was nothing particularly notable about it. It was probably about fifty percent larger than our house, but it wasn't upscale, though it was well-kept.

We walked up the three steps to the concrete porch and dad rang the doorbell. We heard rustling inside and a voice calling out, "Coming!"

The front door opened and Nate pulled my dad inside. The three of us followed dumbly.

Nathan Randolph was the twenty-two-year-old nephew of Jeremiah Randolph, the owner of Randolph's Grown-up Gadgets. He was thin and attractive, standing a little over six feet tall. He wore a translucent gauzy white robe that came to midcalf and was tied loosely so that it hung open past his navel. The knot of the belt seemed to rest at the base of his penis.

His extremely pale pink skin was taught and hairless. I surmised he was a runner. He had short-cropped straight platinum blond hair, and dazzling green eyes set off by very long blond lashes. His lips were moderately thin but plump.

By the time I had taken in the sight of Nate, he was kissing my dad and dominating his mouth. Why is my dad kissing this young man? He did more than kiss Nate. My dad's hands moved around and managed to release Nate from the barely-there confines of his robe.

Nate broke the kiss. "It's been a couple weeks, Konnie. I've missed you. Let's all get comfortable, shall we?"

The now-naked Nate casually helped my dad off with his jacket and proceeded to open his sweat pants and pull them down. Of course, my dad was freeballing as we all were. Dad toed off his shoes and stepped out of his sweats as he pulled his sweatshirt over his head.

Nate turned to us. "Please, get comfortable. Just put your clothes on the chair by the door."

Even though we are often naked in our house, it felt a bit odd to be asked to get undressed in someone else's house. I guess I understood better how Bird felt when he and Brad came home with Dan after lunch.

Though I felt odd, I didn't hesitate to disrobe. Dan was already naked. Bird was a little behind me but attempted to be casual about undressing in yet another home.

My brother Dan remembered his manners and introduced himself to Nate, who pulled him in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Nate patted Dan's hip. "Konnie talks about you all the time. He is very proud of you. I can see why."

Not to be outdone, I walked over to Nate and embraced him. "I'm Andy," I announced before kissing him on the lips. Nate was a very good kisser, but I liked kissing Bird better.

"Your dad brags about you all the time too, Andy. He and Rose are obviously wonderful parents to raise two such polite and handsome young men."

Nate turned to Shahin. "But I don't think your dad has ever spoken about a third son."

Dad went to Shahin and wrapped his arm around him. "That's because Shahin just became our son today. You will hear me bragging about him a lot from here on, I can assure you of that. Rose and I love him dearly and are extremely proud of his courage, thoughtfulness, and gentleness.

"Shahin Pouran, this is Nate Randolph. He and his uncle Jerry have become close friends with us just recently, along with Nate's friend Tessa Wycoff."

Nate, like all of us, was immediately smitten by Shahin and seemed unable to release himself from their embrace and gentle kiss on the lips. "Oh my," was all Nate could manage.

He stepped away from Bird. "Well, Rose tells me that you three men would like to learn about erotic anal stimulation, and how to prepare for it. I am happy to help and lend my expertise in any way I can."

Nate motioned for us to sit. Dad and Dan sat on one loveseat, while Bird and I took another. Nate perched on the edge of an armchair.

"Tessa and I have taught your mom and dad what we know. They seem to enjoy it very much whenever the four of us – or more – get together to make love with each other."

Both Dan and I looked at dad. He and mom have sex with other people? Someone has body-snatched the straight-laced conservative parents I grew up with. I realize that in the past few months there have been changes in their attitudes about many things since they left the church, but I never suspected they've swung – literally – that far to the left.

Dad looked at the three of us. "Your mom and I haven't spoken very openly about the expansion of our views on sex, but I think we should. I won't go into all the details now, but suffice it to say that our minds, and our marriage, are much more open now than they ever have been.

"We are still trying to understand the changes ourselves. It's hard to let go of old ways of thinking, even when you realize that they are counterproductive, and/or based on falsities.

"Nate and Jerry have made love to both your mom and me. I have made love with Tessa. There are several other partners too. We couldn't be happier, and we want the same happiness for the three of you.

"Although we have started practicing different types of sex acts, I wanted Nate and/or Jerry to teach you directly. They are both much more experienced and familiar with products that might be more suitable for you than they are for your mom and me."

I sat agape for a moment. My brain's CPU was overheating trying to recalculate my entire life and worldview.

"So," Nate continued, "Konrad and Dan are mostly straight, is that correct? And Andy is gay? What about you, Shahin? Are you gay? Bisexual? Straight?"

For the first time today, Bird answered without blushing, "I'm gay like Andy."

I couldn't let that ride. "The hell you are! Nobody is gay like I am. I'm gayer than you are," I said laughing.

"Bullshit!" Bird was succinct.

"Boys! Boys! Don't fight. You are both pretty, and you are both gay. It's not a zero-sum game," Nate reminded us. "Now kiss and make up."

What a fabulous suggestion. I brought my face to Shahin's. "Please forgive me, my less gay brother."

"I'll show you." Bird dove onto my cock and started sucking and moaning. I spread my thighs to give him room as I laughed.

"No fair, you Persian poofter. I want yours too," I whined.

He somehow kicked up a leg so that he more or less cartwheeled himself into a headstand without taking his mouth off my cock. He bent his legs, so his thighs were resting on the back of the loveseat on either side of my head. His beautiful cock and balls were pressed into my face. Heaven!

I wrapped my arms around his ass to help support him and started licking his balls. We were both squealing in delight, in part because we were delighted, in part in trying to out-gay the other.

I moved from his balls to his taint as I massaged his ass and pulled his cheeks apart. Nate came over to us. "Andy, have you ever eaten another guy's ass?"

I looked up and shook my head.

"Well,' Nate said as he circled Bird's anus with his thumb, eliciting genuine squeals from him, "I think this would be a good time to learn how to prepare your own or your partner's anus and rectum for erotic stimulation."

Nate asked us to separate and sit up, as he motioned for dad to come over. "Konnie, have you cleaned yourself today?"

Dad nodded. "Just before we came over. I am ready to go."

"Good. Would you mind kneeling on all fours on the coffee table with your ass to your sons? Dan, you might want to come over here too to see what's happening."

Nate grabbed dad's asscheeks and displayed his anus. He taught us about the structure of the anus and rectum. He invited us each to take a close look at dad's anus and touch it gently. He noted that, since dad is already clean, we could feel free to kiss it, lick it, suck it, or, perhaps suck it and then nibble on the ring of the sphincter.

Nate told us that, although there are glands inside the end of the rectum and the anus to moisturize them, we should never penetrate a person's anus with anything other than our tongues unless we use some form of extra lubrication.

When it was my turn, I instinctively sniffed dad's ass. He smelled clean, with a hint of musk. I noticed that his ass was cleanly shaven. Could he have done that himself? Mom must have done that. Maybe Nate or Jerry did it?

I kissed dad's anus. He sighed contentedly. I kissed it again and then sucked on it and stuck out my tongue and twirled it around. Dad moaned and encouraged me. It didn't really taste much different from a dick.

I was glad dad was so clean. That's when I decided that I would always be at least that clean for my partners.

I inserted my tongue as far as I could. It felt tight and moist, but dad did not clench down on me. I finally removed my face.

"May I stick my finger in there? I want to feel inside you, dad."

"Yes, Andy. Please. I love you, son."

Nate put lube on my middle finger and told me how to insert my finger to lessen the chances of putting small tears in my dad's rectal fascia. He also told me how to bend my finger in search of dad's prostate, if I wanted to give him the most pleasure. Of course, I did.

I circled my lubed finger around dad's anus to see how different it felt from when I used my lips and tongue. I liked the feel of it. I think dad did too, from the way he moaned and winked his hole at me.

Nate gave me another dollop of lube as my brothers looked on. I slowly inserted my finger. It felt as if I were going through really firm Jell-O. It made soft squishing noises that I thought were adorable. I was just barely inside dad's ring.

Dad made adorable noises too. "Yes, Andy. That feels really nice, son. You can go deeper if you want to."

You betcha I want to. I moved my finger in and out slowly, each time going in a little deeper, feeling the ridges of dad's anal canal. After three repetitions I seemed to hit something. Nate could tell from my face.

"Did you just contact your dad's inner sphincter? There are two of them less than an inch apart. The outer one can be consciously relaxed. The inner one does its own thing. You can gently push through it without hurting your dad.

I pushed through and felt the inner sphincter clamping on my finger. It was weird and wonderful. I want to be on the receiving end of this treatment!

Each time I pushed through and withdrew, dad encouraged me and pushed back a little bit to get my finger further inside him.

Nate suggested that Dan and Bird should do the same thing before we move on to prostate stimulation. I very reluctantly withdrew completely and stepped aside to allow Dan the same experience.

His face seemed serious and clinical. Dad proclaimed his love for Dan and told him how well he was doing. A few minutes later it was Bird's turn.

Bird's enthusiasm could hardly be contained. Before he started, he knelt reverently behind dad and told him how much he loved him as he kissed both cheeks and then rested his face on dad's ass and closed his eyes as if in prayer.

After about a minute he presented his middle finger to Nate to be lubed. Bird treated dad's anus to several laps with his finger as he watched from just a few inches away, sporadically kissing dad's ass.

When Bird finally inserted his finger, both of them gasped in pleasure. Bird looked as if he were on the verge of tears. He was unspeakably gentle. His lips were mouthing something, but he was silent.

"Thank you for offering this perfect gift to me, father," he said. Again I was unsure whether Bird was praying or speaking to my dad. A few tears ran down his face.

Bird went around to dad's face. Dad kissed Bird's tears and asked in a loving whisper whether Bird was happy.

"I have never been happier. Thank you for accepting me, and literally opening yourself up to me. I love you, father."

Dad sighed, "My precious baby!"

We stayed in silence for a moment. I broke the revery by asking what I would have to do to prepare to receive the same treatment. Nate asked if we were all interested in that before doing the prostate stimulation. We all agreed.

Nate lead us upstairs to the master suite. He took several minutes to explain how to wash the anus and rectum. He showed us various enemas. Some of them looked intimidating.

He explained how some came with formulas designed to ease constipation, which is not what you're really looking for in these circumstances. You surely don't want to provoke a bowel movement in the middle of being intimate with your partners.

He noted that, when he uses an enema, he likes to do two or three rinses, wait about thirty minutes, and then do one or two more.

"Sometimes your body senses that you're empty in the rectum, so it starts sending more down on its way to being expelled. Waiting and doing another rinse ensures that I get any last-minute additions to my rectum.

"It's also good to wait a few hours after eating before prepping. Otherwise, you might throw your digestive tract into turmoil. But, if you eat a well-balanced diet, this cleanout is very effective and all you need.

"Your rectum doesn't normally hold poop: it is only released into the rectum on its way out. So we're rinsing away whatever residue might be left over. Again, if you're healthy and eat properly, there won't be a lot of residue."

Then he showed us some shower enema attachments. He noted that the primary cautions with these are to make sure the water is not too hot and that the water pressure is very gentle.

"You're not pressure washing a sidewalk here. You're simply introducing lukewarm water into your rectum to rinse it out. Also, remember to keep the water running as you withdraw whichever attachment you use, or else you might start suctioning the dirty water back into the attachment.

"However you choose to prepare, your goal is to give your partners as clean a playground as possible. Some people enjoy participating in their partners' preparation. Other people are very private about such things. You have to find your own comfort level. Uncle Jerry and I frequently enjoy giving each other enemas, sometimes even when we're not going to be having sex. Everyone is different."

We three boys decided to use the enema kits instead of the shower wand for our first time. Nate and dad helped us prepare our devices and attach the included solution bottles. We spaced ourselves out so that we would not all be running for the bathroom at the same time.

It was a strange sensation to feel the water entering me. We lay down on our stomachs on Nate & Jerry's bed. I concentrated on holding the solution in me as I felt a building urge to expel everything. After about five minutes I couldn't hold it anymore and went to the toilet to release everything.

It wasn't the best-smelling thing in the world, but I felt empty. I washed in the shower and went back to see dad helping Dan with his enema. Dad looked as if he really enjoyed giving Dan an enema. I wondered if he and mom gave each other enemas. The idea made me chub up a little.

As Dan was lying down waiting for his enema to work, I ask Bird if would like to give me my second wash. He was eager but said he didn't want to hurt me. I told him that I was confident he wouldn't. He didn't.

It felt strangely erotic to have my surrogate brother insert the nozzle into me and slowly squeeze the bulb as he caressed my ass. He finished just as Dan went to empty out.

I was able to hold the water longer the second time, and it didn't feel half as odd as the first time. I went into the bathroom as Dan finished his shower.

"Dan, this is weird, but I find it really erotic."

"I know, bro. I felt like dad was making love to me as he was giving me my enema. It sounds stupid to say it out loud, but I think I'm going to like anal sex a lot."

I laughed. "I know that I will. Let's give Bird his next enema together."

Dan agreed. Eventually, all three of us did our first three rinses. When I looked into the toilet after my third time, I could barely detect anything other than water.

As I returned to the bedroom, I saw Nate giving dad an enema.

"I thought you had already cleaned out, dad," I asked.

"I did, but you guys were having too much fun. I wanted to join in," he said with a chuckle.

I lay down next to dad and kissed him on the lips. "Thank you for taking care of us, dad. I am learning so much and enjoying it very much. I can tell that I am going to enjoy anal sex a whole lot. You might be creating a monster."

Dad returned my kiss. "I look forward to training the monster. I love you, Andy. Just be yourself. Don't pretend to like something you don't. But don't deny yourself something that you find pleasurable. Speak up and tell your partners what you like and what you are willing to do."

I never really considered getting an enema as being a recreational activity, but this supposed preparation for the fun to come was turning out to be a lot of fun in itself.

I suggested that our last rinse after the thirty-minute wait should be with the shower wand so that we could get some experience with that too. Nate agreed.

Dad suggested that even though we needed one more rinse for the utmost internal cleanliness, we were clean enough on the outside to enjoy more rimming.

I asked Bird if I could have the honor of playing with his anus. He agreed and knelt doggie-style on the bed.

I took my time licking around his beautiful ring. He twitched and squealed. He tasted clean and subtlely like lavender soap. I licked, kissed, sucked and nibbled on Bird's ass. Both Bird and I were having a wonderful time.

I felt a kiss on my left ass cheek. "Hey, squirt, mind if I join the fun?"

I didn't want to stop rimming Bird in order to talk to Dan, so I just wiggled my ass and stuck it out in invitation. Dan RSVP-ed right away.

Oh my god! What pleasure my older brother gave my ass! His tongue deserves a medal. I struggled to split my focus on the pleasure I was giving to Shahin and the pleasure Dan was giving to me.

Dan suddenly had a similar problem, as dad got behind him, then Nate got behind dad and arranged himself to invite Bird to lick his ass. The five of us were a circle of anal fun on Nate and Jerry's king-size bed.

The slurping, moaning fun kept up for ten or fifteen minutes before I heard dad ask, "Is everyone having fun? Does anyone want to stop?"

Dad laughed as we all answered with moans and grunts. My jaw and tongue were getting tired, but I didn't want to stop! We all disengaged reluctantly and looked at each other's wet and happy faces and hard, dripping penises.

We spoke our love for each other. Dad stood up and told us how proud he was of all his sons, and thanked Nate for hosting this session. He then suggested that we relax for a few minutes before we go into the shower to learn about the water wands.

Dad lay down and pulled Dan to himself. They shared a heartfelt kiss. Then dad motioned for Nate to join him on his other side. They too shared what looked to be a very love-filled kiss before all three of them sighed in contentment.

Nate reached over and stroked Dan's cheek. "You, young man, are lucky to have this beautiful man as your father. Don't ever forget that. I've known him only for a couple of months, but I love him dearly."

Dan smiled and caressed dad's chest. "I think you're right, but don't let dad hear us talk like this. He might get a big head."

We laughed as Nate ran a lazy finger up dad's erect penis. "Oh, but I love his big head! I'm sure you will too once you feel it inside you."

We laughed again as dad shuddered from Nate's touch. Nate and dad returned to making out. Dan patted the bed to invite Shahin and me to join him. We three brothers shared long kisses and tender touches for many minutes until Nate asked if we were ready to go into the shower.

We untangled ourselves and walked eagerly into the bathroom where we had emptied out before. There was plenty of room for the five of us. Nate and Uncle Jerry had apparently taken the bedroom next to the master bedroom and turned it into a large wet room type bathroom.

There was no separate shower. There were two rain shower heads in the ceiling in one corner, and four hand-held showerheads – and other connected paraphernalia – on the two adjacent walls. The one wall had a long built-in clear acrylic shelf at chair height that served as a bench. There was an array of half-inch perforations in it so water could drain through. It was plenty deep enough to sit or lie comfortably upon it.

We stood together in various states of tumescence as Nate opened a cabinet and retrieved several water wand tips. Dad, still fully erect from his makeout session with Nate, pulled me to his side and kissed my cheek. This was the oddest night we had ever spent together, but a crucial turning point in our relationship.

Nate showed us the attachments, some of which we hadn't seen in his previous introduction. They ranged from a three-inch stainless steel one that was narrower than my pinky to an eighteen-inch black rubber one that was about an inch wide at the base but tapered to a small rounded nozzle at the tip. Nate must have noted my expression.

"Don't worry, Andy, we're not going to use this one tonight. I just wanted to show you all the available options. For tonight we are just interested in giving our anuses and rectums an extra rinse. Some people really love the feeling of being filled up with water deep into their colon. I admit to being one of those people. Your dad was a good sport in trying it a few times, but it's not for him."

Dad smiled. "I didn't hate it, but I have to say that it did nothing especially pleasurable for me. I'd be willing to have you use it on me again if the guys want to see it demonstrated."

Who was this man in my father's body? Both Dan and Bird also looked at my dad with new eyes. We were all learning a lot about each other today. I knew it would turn out to be a powerful bonding experience.

Nate had taken one of the long feeder hoses from the wall showers and attached a four-inch wand that looked to be a little more than half-inch in diameter.

"Konnie, why don't you go first since you've done this many times already?

"So, guys, some people say that the purpose of these shower wands is simply to rinse out: you shouldn't try to hold the water in and release it minutes later as you would with a traditional enema. However, I tend to use these as both my enema and a rinse.

"Once again, if you use an enema from a drug store, be sure to see what kind of fluid it contains. You want only water or saline water. Some enemas contain other ingredients to relieve constipation. That's not our purpose here. Obviously, you are going to get only plain water from the shower attachments."

Nate dipped two fingers into a small tub of Vaseline and lubricated the nozzle before turning on the water. It was a slow drizzle. He turned back to us.

"I almost forgot: some people ask about putting soap up their rectums. That is definitely not a good idea. It's fine to use a gentle soap on your finger to wash just inside your anus. As a matter of fact, that may be all you need if you're going to be rimming each other but not having penetrative anal sex.

"But don't put soap on the tip of a longer water wand unless you're going to use a whole lot of water to rinse it out. That soap can weaken the delicate membranes lining your rectum, making you very susceptible to injury or infection from even the gentlest of subsequent anal penetration.

"I like Vaseline for these relatively shorter wands because it helps lubricate your insides. For that very long wand I use water-based lubricants."

Dad walked over to Nate and bent down, resting his elbows on the acrylic bench. He bent his knees slightly to expose his anus further. I was struck be how pretty I thought dad's anus was.

Nate made circles around dad's anus with his lubed finger, then inserted the wand only about halfway, held it in place for a few seconds, then withdrew it, letting the water run out. It looked clear from where I was standing.

It also looked as if dad was enjoying the experience. Nate inserted it again, this time going in all the way. He withdrew it after about five seconds. Again the water was clear. He repeated it twice more.

"See, guys, your dad is done. Now, if you hadn't already had an enema, you would keep that water in for a few minutes before going to the toilet to expel it."

Dad stood up and moved over to another showerhead to rinse off. "Dan, why don't you go next," dad called out.

Dan walked over to Nate with a small amount of trepidation showing on his face. He assumed the same position dad had. Nate demonstrated how he was cleaning the wand at a wall faucet and re-lubing it before using it on another person.

Then Nate treated Dan to the same process my dad just went through. When Dan was done he stood up and turned around, his face beaming, and his dick pointing straight up.

"Looks as if someone enjoys a good wash and rinse," Nate joked.

"Yeah, it was ... I don't know. It was strange, but, wow, it turned me on! Dan said.

"Well, it's only strange until you've done it a few times," Dad added.

Dan went to the same showerhead dad had used. Dad lovingly washed Dan all over using Nate and Jerry's herbal body wash. Dad spent a little extra time on Dan's ass and rock-hard penis.

Bird volunteered to go next. Nate gave him two rinses, but Bird asked for another in a breathy voice. Nate inserted the four-inch wand all the way in, and Bird started ejaculating all over the shower floor. Nate withdrew the wand, and we all watched as water came squirting out of his ass in time with the semen squirting out of his cock.

Bird took a minute to pant through his orgasm. He stood up, still hard, and proclaimed, "I think I enjoy anal stimulation! Dad, I can't wait to feel your wand inside me!"

We applauded as Bird took Dan's place to get lovingly hand washed by dad.

I was eager to take my turn. Nate noted that he was not that much younger than I when he first started his anal hygiene regimen, but he took to it immediately.

I assumed the position and squealed as I felt Nate run his lubed finger around my hole before pushing in the wand. I felt him stop just inside the entrance. "Go all the way in, please." Nate assented to my request.

It felt pretty much the same as the enema, only the wider wand gave me a full feeling even before much water trickled into me. I felt my dick respond.

The second time Nate put the wand to my hole, I put my hand over his and started fucking myself with the wand. I stood up, put one foot on the bench and went to town, allowing the water to run out after every third or fourth stroke.

Nate giggled at my antics and hugged me as I continued to force him to fuck me with the wand. He kissed my lips and declared, "Andy is going to be a bossy bottom. You guys better watch out."

"Going to be?" mocked Dan laughingly. He came over and took control of the wand. Nate stepped back, and I put my hands on the bench to give Dan easier access.

"This is kind of ironic, don't you think, Andy," Dan asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I've been calling you `squirt' for years. Now here I am fucking your ass with – essentially – a squirting dildo."

"Maybe you're an anal prognosticator," I joked. "But don't you dare stop!"

Dan slapped my ass. "This isn't the way I want to see you cum. I want to watch dad fuck the cum out of you."

Dan pushed the wand in me as far as it would go and held it for several seconds before withdrawing it and washing it with soap under the faucet sticking out of the wall.

Nate turned off the water and complimented Dan on his thoroughness.

Dad beckoned me over to him to wash me. Before he did, he grabbed my face and kissed me forcefully. "Have we created a monster?"

I looked down at my throbbing erection. "Thanks, dad, but it's not that big – yet."

Dad spanked my ass, then got to work washing me. He made love to me with his hands. It was almost worshipful. He turned off the water, and we held each other silently for a long time.

"Make love to me, dad."

"I will, my love. But you're going to have to wait your turn. Dan will go first if he still wants to."

Dan joined our embrace. "I want to dad. But, can we do it at home?"

"Whatever you want, Dan."

Dad turned to Nate. "Do you mind if we go home? I want to buy some of these wands to install at home and a few of the other items we discussed too. And a barrel of lube for Andy."

We all laughed at my expense.

Nate seemed slightly disappointed that he wouldn't see a show, but graciously accommodated us. "Whatever you want to do is fine. However, Uncle Jerry gave me explicit orders that everything you take tonight is our gift to your family from ours. We are thrilled to include you, Rose, and, now, your three handsome sons as our friends. These things are our little `welcome to the family' present to you. No arguments!"

Dad tried to offer to pay, but Nate rebuffed him. "Well, if you won't take our money, allow us to pay in another way."

Dad led Nate back to the bedroom and guided him to lie on his back. Then he stepped back and started pointing to us. "Andy, mouth on his dick. Bird, your dick in his mouth. Dan, dick in his ass."

"What are you going to do," I asked.

"I'm grabbing the oil, and I'm going to treat Nate to a massage."

Bird was first to his assigned post. Nate sucked eagerly. I attacked Nate's long but skinny penis. I had little trouble going down on him. Dad lifted Nate's legs and rubbed his anus with lube, then lubed Dan's fingers so he could lube Nate internally.

Dan scissored Nate for a minute and then lubed his own penis. "I've never fucked a guy before."

Dad rubbed Dan's shoulders. "You'll be fine. Just pay attention to how Nate responds. He will tell you what you need to know. His ass is very communicative."

Nate giggled around Bird's dick. I was privileged to be within inches of Nate's ass, so I watched Dan's beautiful penis disappear into the eager receptacle. I was mesmerized. I took Nate's penis out of my mouth and worked on his balls for a while, before licking down his taint.

I looked up at Dan to see the exuberance on his face. He met my glance and knew what I was silently asking. He nodded.

I slipped my tongue in Nate's ass alongside my brother's penis. It was tight, but Nate was accommodating – welcoming, even.

Dan and I set up opposing rhythms. I was having a great time. I even enjoyed the vanilla flavored lube.

Dad saw what I was doing and decided to take Nate's cock into his own mouth. I was a little surprised how easily he deep-throated the long dick. There's nothing my dad can't do!

In less than ten minutes Nate was squealing and squirming. I saw his balls pulling up. Both Dan and I sped up. Dan was not about to cum, but that wasn't the point. Dad moved to the crown of Nate's cock and worked feverishly.

I swore I could see the cum pulsing up Nate's tube as he came in dad's mouth. My tongue – and Dan's cock – were almost crushed in the force of Nate's strong anal contractions as he spurted seven times into dad's mouth.

Bird withdrew his cock from Nate's mouth. Nate was the only one who came, as it should be. The rest of us disengaged in turn. Dad poured oil on my hands, then Dan's, the Bird's, before filling his own palm.

We performed a slow and gentle eight-hand massage on the handsome young blond. He was vibrating in ecstasy. We took turns gently kissing him on the lips, sometimes flicking our tongues into his mouth.

We came to a quiet stillness after about fifteen minutes of massaging. Nate lay with his eyes closed and his mouth in an open-mouthed smile. He whispered hoarsely through his post-orgasmic enervation, "That is the preferred method of payment from now on."

We all kissed his face again. Dad said, "Don't get up, Nate. We will see ourselves out. Thank you for your patience and expertise. I love you, my friend."

"I love all the Tarnows," Nate whispered. "There's a large shopping bag in the front closet. Put anything you want in there. Take whatever you want. Seriously, anything.

"Thank you, my friends. I hope to see you all again soon."

With that, Nate sighed into a post-orgasmic nap. We retreated from the room quietly and turned off the lights. Dad found the bag and filled it with lube, water wands, and various dildos, butt plugs, and vibrators.

We looked at dad. "You need the proper tools for the proper job. Your training just started tonight. There's more for you guys to learn."

Dad went to the chair by the front door and swept up all our clothes. "Come on boys. You better get a move on: it's cold out there, and you have nothing to wear."

Dad laughed heartily as he walked out the front door. We followed in disbelief that we were going to drive home naked. Granted, it was close to midnight by this time, but we were still trepidatious.

I was the last one out, so I made sure the door was locked behind me, then skittered naked to dad's car through the cold October night.

 

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I stopped telling Chan my story because I noticed a sign telling us we were one mile from the rest stop.

"I guess this is where we are going to take a break, Bunny."

"Ok, dad. That was a beautiful story. I can't wait to hear what happened when you all got home," Chan told me while he fingered his ten-inch erection.

"You better let that thing rest or you'll not be able to pee, Bunny."

Chan reluctantly let go of his favorite toy and looked out the window.