Date: Mon, 26 Dec 2005 22:45:01 -0000
From: qpreen@basicisp.net
Subject: Me,my Billy,and ours 6

                     FOUR IN A BED!

As explained in the previous installment, I planned on broaching with Jim
the prospects of broadening out our two little boys' sexual knowledge,
opportunities and experience. I did this cautiously in the beginning, but
quickly found his sharp mind recognizing the futility of any denial or
dissembling on his part, on EITHER of our parts, I think he saw it as. And
so I had been overjoyed to early learn that he was bi also and that indeed
he had had the hots for me "ever since you started coming around to see
Lorrie, ya goofy young kid!" What a day of promise my approach had turned
out to be! And we had a beginning of, a short twenty minutes of, swell sex
together that very day even, but it had to be that limited due to a number
of factors. But it was a start. Enough to make apparent that we would
probably run the veritable gamut together eventually. And enough to each
get off a good gusher of warm tasty cum, delightfully exchanged in a long
passionate kiss for conclusion!

It was a couple of days, however, before we had the opportunity to get
together with our little fellas for a first foursome. As Jim explained it
to me, he was not yet quite certain how far Jan would be willing to go in
all this type of thing. Jan was very broad minded as most women go, he
indicated. A bi herself, she had participated with him in a number of hot
swinger sessions over the years. And she KNEW about his relations with
Robbie, saying she had figured he would be a pedophile and would be at it
with their only son. The only thing he was not yet confident of was whether
she would approve of Robbie's introduction into a yet wider range of sex
avenues, with other little boys, with other grown men than himself
even. Jim, as is apparent, takes his still pretty wife widely into his
confidence, but, nonetheless, where he feels there may be real disagreement
and contention, he is not at all above going on the sly, doing things and
keeping them carefully hidden from her. (As though this were not a
universal expedient applying to virtually ANY person or sex in just about
ANY kind of situation. Clearly, overtness always DEPENDS, let's acknowledge
it). Our first opportunity came when Jan told us she was going over to
spend the afternoon, maybe the evening too, with a long time Ft. Wayne
friend of hers, a younger woman of about thirty, Jim told me, chuckling
"Afternoon HELL. She'll be there 'til MIDNIGHT, you wait and see. That
little broad is pure lesbian and she and Jan will be at each other all
fuckin day!"

Under that happy unfolding, then,(not that Jan isn't a honey of a lady,
always welcome around under normal circumstances - circumstances not still
clouded by uncertainties) we pretty much made haste as soon as she had
gone, and routed the boys up toward my bedroom. They had a pretty good idea
a very large adventure was in store for them, and they were prancing around
in exited anticipation. Indeed we ALL had a rush of THAT. It was no routine
event toward which we were heading, but an incredible first, and we felt it
in our bones (ha, ha - dual entendre here ITENDED -YES!)

Once in my bedroom, feeling like I was host, I took the initiative to spell
out commands:

"Ok, everybody go about undressing now. Take all your clothes off and then
jump in somewhere on my big bed."

They all started dutifully, and no one could be seen to waste any time,
either. Having less clothing of which to divest themselves, the little boys
beat both Jim and me to being naked there on the bed, from where they
watched our disrobing in eager fascination, their little cocks at turgid
attention as they watched us two men. Then, naked, Jim and I remained
standing, and there, for the boys, as well as for ourselves, of course, we
came together a fair time in a passionate kiss, hugging one another and
rubbing ourselves together in heavenly battle while the boys clapped in
delight and exclaimed how HOT we looked "there, doin stuff together!"

Then we, too, came over to the bed and joined our little darlings on it,
and it must be said that no one person consistently took lead from that
point on, it being a melee of urgent wills and desires, although we men
were usually at lead, we knowing more about what all could be done.

I took happy little Robbie into my arms, reached for, found and fondled his
swell little prick and balls, then brought my lips to his for a warm, long,
tongue exchanging kiss, while my Billy joyfully joined in entirely similar
actions with his beloved (grampa) Uncle Jim. Each couple cleaved to
themselves together, except for intermittently Billy and Robbie would bend
toward one another for desperate-like slobbery kisses together, while Jim
and I would exchange similar ones of our own. The slurping sounds, the
groaning, sighing and pleadings of all of us filled the room. No one but
what was in torment and rapture. No one was fully within his own
control. The little cocks and balls got fondled, then sucked, then fondled,
then sucked, and the big cocks, too, got sucked into little mouths, three
or four inches into little wide open mouths, as far as they could be taken
just about!

Ultimately it was too much for any of us to maintain without the glorious
climax. Not in unison quite, but only half minutes apart, one, then another
came to grunting, groaning climax, a little boy suddenly going limp and out
of it, a man shooting his seed in great spurts wherever his cock might be
disposed, in mouth or otherwise. I myself had the good fortune of filling
Robbie's sweet mouth with my cum, a big big load of it! He had been
gleefully sucking on my seven inch dong. He swallowed it joyfully, then
leaned to kiss Billy and give him a taste of what he had failed to swallow
down and what was dribbling profusely from his lips, and it was THEN that
Billy gasped out his climax, collapsing out of the action after one long
scream of joy!

After five or ten minutes of much needed restful repose, all of us
stretched side by side on our backs, eyes to the ceiling and closed, all of
us out of it, really - just laying there breathing and gathering our lives
back into ourselves - Jim and I more or less came back into it and decided
together that this had been adequate for the present. Our stomachs, I
believe, even more than our grown up status of rather slower rebound, had
most to do with that decision, for indeed we were hungry and we correctly
thought that the boys also would be. So with some but only minimal
remonstrance from the boys (neither of whom happened to need to pee or
anything, haha),we all left the bed and showered together. And we also
decided to remain naked. Why bother to get dressed when we knew we would
later be returning upstairs for more sex? The house was warm and we had it
all to ourselves for hours to come. We adults knew that our nude state
would be no handicap to our eating, nor to whatever other things we might
wish to do before returning to sex. Nudity is not in itself the key to
arousal, amid those who are already familiars, but rather disposition and
intent. Nor does it dull desire or performance when that disposition and
intent return once again. Disposition, intent, mentally living them out -
and DREAMING - THESE are the spurs, these are the awakeners! As for
comfort, well a downstairs bathroom contained ample toweling in case one or
another of us wanted an appliable barrier between warm buttocks and cool
chair seat. It was just a matter of to each his own needs, whether steady
or temporary, whatever.

I whipped up pancakes and also some nice crispy bacon, and we all fell to!
Chatting and joking and discussing among ourselves what each might like to
do for an hour or two after eating. Whether I have mentioned it or not, it
was a gloomy day outside. Nobody wanted to go out. But there in the house
the boys wanted to watch some kid programs available on TV. Jim and I
thought we would enjoy a game or two of chess. So the four of us were that
way occupied for several hours into the afternoon.(Jim beat me two out of
three. We were always quite closely matched, but then Jim had a few more
years experience than I and normally won a few more games).

It was up for grabs who was winning the newly commenced fourth game, but it
was rudely interrupted anyway. Of a sudden two little rascals burst into
the den where we were playing, and impishly stood across the room, singing
to us like little choir boys, a song they had obviously just themselves
composed and carefully rehearsed. Amid chorused little moves like cheer
leaders, their darling arms and limbs in full if amateurish action flashing
(and, remember they were totally nude, no toweling now, so that their soft
little bobbins bob-bobbed about midst all the display!), they threw their
rather squeaky, discordant but valiant and happy little attempt at singing
right out at us:

"We want all us to go up up up,
 up up up the stairs now and
 play play play!
 We wanna do do do, we wanna go up
 And do do do. We wanna, we wanna so
 Pleeeeeeeeze. Oh PLEEEEEZZZZeee?"

With which they turned and wiggled their little butts at us, then turned
back and blushingly bowed, little faces and eyes raised to us, though, in
earnest supplication.

It was so precious! So darling! And Jim and I just sat there, aghast and
bursting with pride.

In unison we ourselves put on an improvised little drama. In true but well
adapted enstartlement, one of us bumped the board over, totally scattering
the pieces of the now lost forever game. We both stood up, our hands raised
in mock terror as Jim pleaded "We give, we give. Don't shoot us. It's
uppity the stairsie we go!"

And, indeed, that's what we all did. Giggling and chuckling and slapping
and shoving and just generally having a romping 'ole time!  And then we
reached the inviting big bed. And then we all started tickling and growling
and wrestling about, and then we started, Jim and I leading the way, into
some serious, unrehearsed improvising, with no real knowledge just where
things would head.

I started kissing and sucking on Jim's pert nipples. He moaned out his
pleasure. And the boys watched in quiet awe a little while, then gasped at
the sight of his by then fine risen circumcised cock. (I was the only one
of all of us who was uncircumcised, but this was only because the doctor
had explained to my parents that I was one of those rare little boys whose
penis hardly needed circumcision, it being so foreshortened NATURALLY as to
only cover about half of the head of my penis, no foreskin protrusion of
any kind, so it was up to them. They decided to leave me intact and give me
strict hygiene training. And so I remain. A cock that, when rigid, displays
at its head only slight change from when flaccid and at rest). The boys
went into action to kiss and nibble along Jim's masterful column, not huge,
but nevertheless exceeding my meager seven inches by about an inch. All
during which Jim was lovingly running his hands over my legs and thighs,
relishing the utter smoothness of them, as had entranced him from the
beginning, upon his first discovery of this other very unusual feature of
my body. My legs, calf and thigh, all of each leg, were NATURALLY "smooth
as a baby's ass". They have never had a growth of hair to accompany the
normal hairiness of other parts of my body. Most men have gone ape over
this unusual feature, but I have found some women not too overjoyed in it
sometimes, being, I think, a little jealous of that condition which they
themselves seek so avidly through razors and every other concoction,
chemicals, etc. they can devise.

Billy was eventually envious of Jim, came to me, wanting some kissing to be
bestowed upon him by his Daddy. And of course he received them. I nibbled
on HIS sweet little boy titties the same as I had been doing on Jim. They
rapidly stiffened as much as a little boy's possibly can. He pulled my
ravaging face tightly to them. He whimpered. One little hand reached down
to the raging cock, MY cock, and balls, which he could just manage to do
with little reach to spare, and he fondled them with great tenderness and
love as he cood, "hold off, though Daddy. Please hold off. I want this to
last forever and I want you to shoot in my mouth when it happens,
though". And I said "all right, little precious, but you will have to
follow Daddy's signals. When Daddy suddenly stops and does nothing whatever
to you, you must immediately stop doin to Daddy as well. OK."

"OK" he responded, midst his short gasps of air.

Meanwhile I had in one flash noticed that Jim and Robbie, too, were seeming
to proceed much the same as Billy and me. Robbie had taken Billy's demands
upon MY attention as his own opportunity to demand likewise from HIS dad,
and I read in his dad's glances over to me that he had every intention of
forestalling the thunderous denouement this time for as long as he possibly
could, for both he and Robbie. Jim knew so well, just as did I, the
incredible eventual rewards of delay, of approaching the peak over and over
again, of abating for a moment, then approaching again, but abating still,
then building up toward frenzy again, then abating, before at last building
once again and THEN surrendering to the inevitable, the crashing, frenzied
final sound and fury!

I left Billy's sweet nipples with reluctance. But I wanted his stiff little
prick and his precious boy sack all in my mouth. I lifted him up higher
against me and I inserted them there im my eager mouth, starting gently to
savor him, no to DEVOUR him. Ah my little boy. My little sweetheart and
lover. My little precious flower and stem of all delicious but not yet
quite extractable juice. LOVE juice. Boy juice! Little itty bitty boy
juice! Unattainable juice. Oh GOD how I yearned for it! Oh GOD how I wished
somehow that little boys had been designed to shoot out their heavenly
charge right from the get go. But of course they are not, would not be
little boys if they COULD, and that is that!

Suddenly I devised a plan. I signaled to Jim to sidle themselves over a
little closer so that I might whisper my idea into his ear. He did, and I
did, and he agreed. It was a Satanicle but obviously very serviceable
scheme. We would gradually, mercifully simmer our little charges down a
bit, so that culmination was no longer a must for them. Adults can do
that. Well modulated, controlled adults can do that almost at will with
their little charges. And we would do that with a mind to then, in our
little boys presence, before their wide absorbing little eyes, fully fuck
one another. Or, at least, ONE of us fuck the other, whichever and
whatever. We did want our little boys fully aware of what actual 'fucking'
really was. Each of us had earlier in the week given his little man a
reasonably broad exposure to the raw expressions of sex, to fuck, blow,
rim, eat and the like, and to what these meant and entailed. But it is one
thing to know, but entirely another thing to have actually experienced,
either by doing or witnessing, and we thought it now time for our boys to
fully witness ass fucking, although I don't think either of us envisioned
OUR doing it to either of THEM for several years yet. At least not
fully. Not full penetration. But as to what they might do between
THEMSELVES, each to the other, or, indeed, even better, one of THEM to one
of US, now that was another story and we placed ravenous hopes in it!

We got them simmered down. Then I put Jim on his belly, got down to his ass
and kissed all around on the wonderful swelling cheeks, licking them too,
and molding these pliable treasures with my artful hands. Taking the cheeks
in hand and pushing them tight together, then making their insides RUB
together, letting each sensitive inner side feel the likewise sensitive
inner side of the other. Jim and I had experimentally learned this little
trick together, and each of us goes ape when it is done to him. It is
really a hot variation! You can do it to yourself, too. But it is not so
hot as when someone else is doing it to you. True, of course, of most any
sexual act.

But doings far more devastating than mere diversions were screaming at us
to be done, so I soon reversed the action and was pulling his lovely cheeks
APART rather than pressing them together, and I brought my face down to his
heavenly ass crack and began to lick it up and down. Then I REALLY pried
him open so that his luscious brown pucker was staring at me. I nose rubbed
on it a little while, but very shortly I pried his cheeks open still
farther, as far as I possibly could, and brought my open mouth hard down
upon him there in a wonderful, ravenous kiss, just as though his shit hole
was another pair of Jim's lips to which I could administer long and
passionate tongue kissing. In and out and all around my tongue lashed,
while Jim was crying out "Oh YES, Chuck. Arrrghhh. Oh YES. Tongue fuck me!
Tongue fuck me! Oh Jesus god ALMIGHTY, tongue fuck that ass! Eat it. Eat
it. Eeeeeaaaaat it!"

Where were the boys during all this? Hey, your guess is as good as mine,
but I rather fancy they were learning (and, to be hoped, getting a few
ideas!)

But a tongue in the ass, while fine indeed, is not yet a long, thick,
throbbing plowing DICK. So, having Jim by now wetly lubed with my spittle
and a little of his own tasty ass juices too, I changed my position and
began easing my cock into him, slowly, teasingly. But who was I teasing
most, him or me? I don't rightly know. It was all heaven at any rate. For
both of us. As I eventually got it all the way down in him, my pubes
pressed tightly against him and grinding, Jim made a little grimace with
his moans and Robbie was heard from ....

"Daddy. Daddy", he screamed out, "Is Uncle Chuck hurting you?" Is he
hurting you?"

"Hush darling. No. NO! Daddy is in HEAVEN it feels so good!"

And on and on I fucked my hot hot father in law. Plowing, plowing,
plowing. Throwing my head back. Moaning out to the ceiling. Thinking my
nuts and cock were going to EXPLODE, destroy the whole damned room and all
of us in it. And not caring. Lost. Lost. So terribly, wildly in it. And
LOST!

And throughout, Jim's noises and shouts were not more subdued than my
own. Our little tykes were getting the strongest exposure to the act that
could ever be possible. It couldn't have been better! Better fucking is
just not to be had!

And at last then, amidst our mutual shudders and screams, I gushed my load
into Jim's bowels while he also jetted out a load of cum onto the bed
sheets beneath him.

It was not to be discovered that night, however, whether or how great an
effect this tryst of Jim's and mine had on our little boys. The sex session
just described took, you may believe, a great deal more time in the doing
than in this mere telling. So we had to get around and get dressed, all of
us, for the expectable event of Jan's arriving home.

Jan DID arrive home, around eleven thirty that night, and she looked tired
and sleepy butin great spirits. We asked her if she had fun and she replied
with a knowing look, "Oh, yes, guys. You better believe! And . . .", and
she grinned at us evilly, "I trust you and my precious little boy devils
had a bang up time too?". We merely grinned, but there had been something
about her evil little smile, the question itself and her inflections, that
further made me almost positive we had and would have nothing to worry
about from Jan in our anticipated future adventures with the kiddies. Yet
we, or at least I, wanted somehow to be still more assured and it took a
soon following three way telephone conversation between her, Jim and me to
manage that final, total persuasion and confidence. My readers will be
privy to that conversation via a brief installment to follow, which simply
transcribes the conversation to them complete, just as verbatim as possible
via the print medium. Then after that an installment will detail Billy's
and my first sexual session together, just us alone, after Jan, Robbie and
Jim had next day departed for a temporary return back to Michigan. (Jim, a
retired and very successful stock broker who, in addition, had speculated a
great deal -trading, etc -at his own risk and interest, and with huge
success - they were wealthy people, my in-laws - had pretty much time as he
chose at his disposal, as did she likewise, so that most of the time it was
them visiting us, rather than Billy and I visiting them.)

Next installment. "THE FINAL REMOVAL of OBSTACLES."

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