Date: Mon, 12 Aug 2002 23:02:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Waddie Greywolf <waddiebear@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Butterfly Kisses"

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BUTTERFLY KISSES


Things haven't been going well between me and the old lady for sometime
now. The more she bitches the less I want to make love to her. I work hard
on the docks loading and unloading the ships that come in. My father and
grand father worked there before me.

I make damn good money and dutifully bring my paycheck home to her every
Friday. I'm her slot machine that pays off four times a month. She gives me
back an allowance of twenty bucks a week! Generous of her!

I ain't the kind of guy that hangs out at the local pub and drinks half the
night then goes home to beat her up. I'm home watching the boob tube every
night with a beer in my hand. That is, if I'm a good boy and she deems me
worthy to buy any. My money isn't enough for her! She went to work
Wednesday through Sunday afternoons at her Aunt Pell's Italian, pizza
restaurant

I go by my brother's gym three evenings a week, sometimes five, and do a
pretty heavy workout. Mostly to get the frustrations out for not getting
any. Hell, the last time she gave me a piece of ass was eight months ago on
a Sunday afternoon after she got off work.

My baby brother, Sal, owns the gym where I work's out.  Sal,..... well,
he's a sweet man and I don't mean that the way it sounds. Okay he's gay,
all right! He's a damn good kid and I love him more than I do my two other
brothers and three sisters combined. Nobody fucks with my baby brother!  If
they do, they got this kick ass dago to deal with.

Because Sal's gay a lot of his gay friends work out there.  Not a one of
them's ever come on to me.  They know I'm straight, have a kid and they
respect me. They feel comfortable enough with me to joke.

"Hey Bruno!  When you gonna' let me have a taste of that big, gorgeous wop
dick of your's."

"When you get's an operation on your head Tommy and they make that mouth of
your's look like a cunt!"

"Hell, it wouldn't take too much of an operation....."  One of them allows.
Everybody laughs.

And before you start wondering about it, yes, I've had sex with my baby
brother.  A lot when we was younger and once in a while after I got
married.  I helped him buy the gym.  He paid me back every penny over the
years.  I work out there for nothing but I help him clean up and fix things
for him now and then.

I've always worked out at his gym and I can always tell when he needs a
little of big Bubba Bruno's dick. Don't wanna' short change my baby bro
`cause he can tell when his big Bubba ain't had none from the old lady in a
month of Sundays.  I don't never have to ask!  He sees that look in my eyes
and shakes his head.

"Been a while, Bubba?"

"Yeah, Sweet baby, it has!  Too damn long!"

"Wanna' have a beer with me after I close?"

"You're too good to me, baby brother."

"Hey, wait just a damn minute, Bubba!  Who gives it to me when I need it
bad?  Who helped me through school and set me up here?  Wasn't our
illustrious dad.  Besides, big brother, ain't nobody can satisfy my itch
like you can.

At least I know when you fuck's me, I'm gonna' stay fucked for two, maybe
three weeks. I wanna' see how that new growth from them new growth
enhancement shots I gave you feels up my butt.  You say it's two inches
longer and another inch and a half around." I nod `yes' to him smiling
sheepishly.

"Hell Bubba, that ain't no dick, it's a loaf of bread!------Not to worry,
your baby brothers got a hot oven to bake it in.  Why don't you take off
your gym shorts and let it rise."  I drop my shorts and jock strap.

"Holy mother of God, Bubba!  Let me shut this place down!  I'll tell them
flex and chatter queens in there they're having a strapless pump sale at
Gimbles. Hope you got a safety belt to strap me on that ride, I sure as
hell don't wanna' fall off!  Lordy!" I wait until he locks up, we go in the
back to the steam room or sauna and I wait while he cleans himself.  He
comes back and crawls in his Bubba's arms.  I make a little love to my baby
brother and he thanks me for caring enough about him to give him a little
from time to time.

"Sal, what's a big brother for?  If he can't help out his little brother
now and then.  One of these days your gonna' find mister right and you
ain't gonna' need ole Bubba to pork you no more. `Sides, Bubba likes to get
up inside his little brother, scout new territory, and tear himself off a
big ole piece.  You know how I've always felt about you. Who always took
care of you in school?  Who never let you get beat up by that gang that
moved into the neighborhood?"

"You Bubba, and I love you for it.  I don't tell you enough how much I love
you.  Coming from me, `cause I'm gay, I think maybe you don't want to hear
it or you might take it the wrong way."

"Fuck, Sal!  How many times I tell you I love you?"

"Every damn time I see you."

"Do you take that wrong?"

"Of course not, Bubba."

"Well, you should!  Look at me lying here making love to my baby brother
for cries sake and lovin' it.  Just don't ever stop telling me you love me,
little Bubba. I don't give a shit what you think I might think!  You let
old Bubba Bruno worry `bout that. I gotta' know my little brother loves
me."

"Oh for goodness sakes, you know I do, Bruno. You were the only one of
three brothers and three sisters that ever took the time to listen or care
a damn about me.  You always had time for me and never turned me away if I
needed something.  You were the first I told I was gay and you never yelled
at me or made fun. You didn't get upset; you didn't turn away.  You took me
in your arms, held me, let me cry, kissed me, and told me it didn't make
you no never mind. If I wanted to be a cocksucker you only demanded one
thing of me. When I asked you what it was, remember what you told me?"

"Yep, if you're gonna' be a cocksucker I wanted you to be the best damn
cocksucker you could be. No messing around!  If you were gonna' offer
yourself to a man I wanted to be proud to know that my little Bubba was
giving him a first class blow job!  I didn't want my baby brother to be
called a lousy no good cocksucker!"  we laughed together.

"Did it upset you when I told you I was gonna' be gay?"

"Oh hell no!  I was kind a' glad.  You always did have the prettiest little
bum of all us kids.  I use to bathe you when you were a toddler and get a
boner washing your little ass.  Thought if I played my cards right I might
get me a piece of that little butt every now and then.  Worked too!"  I
laughed.

"You asshole!  You give me what I need from time to time `cause you love
me.  That first night you ask me if I ever done it yet.  I told you no!
You thought about it for a minute and ask me if I wanted to practice on
you.  I knew you weren't gay but I started crying `cause I thought that was
the sweetest thing a brother could offer was to let his little bro learn
how by using him.  Didn't think about how it might make you feel or maybe
it wouldn't be that awful having your little brother suck around on you.
Of course I did get pretty good, you told me so.

I remember nights after dates when you didn't get none, you'd be hornier'n
hell. You'd come into my room all quiet like."

`Sal.....you asleep, little brother?......Sal!'  "I'd stretch, yawn and
pretend I'd been asleep.  You'd be stark naked with that big old dick of
yours sticking straight out, hard as a rock."

`What,.....oh, it's you, Bubba.  Just get home?'

`Yeah, Sweet baby......' you'd lean over and kiss me.

`Glad you're home safe, Bubba. I missed you.'

`You did?  That's sweet.  You want's Bubba to crawl in bed with you, Sweet
baby?'

`Bubba, you know you don't never have to ask.  Of course you can.  Here,
I'll scoot over a little.'  "You'd get in next to me, put your big arms
around me and hug me up close.  Then you'd make a little love to me and
reach over to feel me to see if you got me hard.  Did you ever find me
soft, Bubba?"  Bruno laughed. "Then you'd ask me, `Feel like giving Bubba a
piece of that sweet little ass of yours, Darlin'.....maybe let you practice
a little more on pleasing a man?'

`Oh yeah, Bubba.  I need to practice.'

`You need's to take care of anything......?'

`No, Bubba, I'm clean and lubed.  All ready for my Bubba.'  "Then you'd
take me so gently.  You never once hurt me.  You knew all you had to do was
get that big thing inside me and my ass would go crazy.  Damn, I still
remember some of them fucks and jack off thinking about `em, Bubba.  You
have to admit your baby brother learned pretty damn quick and made a pretty
fair pussy boy for you. I'd get the b'jesus fucked out of me!  Loved every
minute of it too, Bubba! I have to be honest, Bubba, I prayed you wouldn't
get none!"

"You shithead!  God was listening to your prayers instead of mine!  No
wonder I struck out so many times!"  We both roared with laughter. "Yeah!
And who always just happened to have their little butt cleaned waiting
there just in case?"

"Well, Bubba, after all them times you learned how to get what you needed
and give me what I needed, too.  You weren't never selfish with your sex.
You'd fuck me `til you was sure I was gonna' get mine.  I tried to hold off
as long as I could so's you could get in some good fucking time.  You use
to fuck me a couple hours at a time.  Rest, then fuck me some more.  Hell,
you still can keep me fucked two to three weeks at a time.  I don't need
nothing else after an afternoon with you Bubba."

"Well, now you got your old Bubba hard, Sweet cakes, talking like that.
What's it gonna' be this afternoon.  You wanna' give Bubba some of your
sweet head, one of your Bubba, special blow jobs, or you wanna' pull the
caboose on Bubba's train.  We could just lie here, make love to each other
and jack off together.  We ain't done that in a long time."

"Are you kidding?  Jack off?  When I got my Bubba's dick to spin on?  I
don't think so!  Since I shot you up with them damn super growth hormones
and your cock's bigger I wanna' see what it feels like up my ass. So climb
aboard your little brother and let me give you a good ride.  I'm feeling
like taking care of my Bubba the way he likes it; let you punch me ticket!"

"You sure? With added length and width Bubba may hurt you."

"If there's a God, Bubba, you will! You ain't really gimme' one of them
mean ass Bubba fuckings in a long time, Bro.  I think we both need it!
What do you say?"  I growled in his ear and sent him into gales of
laughter.

"Well, damn, if you ain't all ready worked that whole thing up in there.
You realize you got fourteen inches soaking in your tank, little bro.
How's it feel, Kid?"

"Mighty fine, Bubba!  Mighty fine!  I knew them damn growth hormones was
gonna' bring joy to my heart.  Son of a bitch you fill me up!  Good too!
You ain't never felt better, Bubba!"

"Tell me when you want's your fucking machine turned on, Sweet baby, and
Bubba promises you........this afternoon he's gonna' have to hurt his
little bro `ust a little bit."

"Damn, Bubba!  Stop talking like that or you ain't gonna' get no fucking
in.  I'm about to shoot my load as it is.  Hold it in there and let it soak
`til it passes.  There..........that's a little better. Okay, now I'm ready
Bubba.  Now, remember, you promised?"  With that I started fucking my
little brother.  Sal has the sweetest ass on a man I ever seen.  Works hard
in the gym and works on his ass to make it look like two bowling balls in a
flour sack.  He's developed those muscles so much, when he wants to clamp
down on my old dick and hold me inside him, I can't pull it out.  I've come
sometimes in his ass, he'll clamp down, let me come a little, push his ass
back up further on my old dick, clamp down again and make me shoot some
more.  He'll do that three or four times until there ain't no more to take
and then hold me in him enjoying the feeling of his Bubba having unloaded
in him.

Won't let me out neither!  I swear to you, I've tried and he holds me in
him `til I make love to him, kiss him around his neck and beg him to let
his Bubba pull out.  Then he tells me he will if I promise to give him five
real big full strokes in his ass.  I always promise and give my bro what he
wants.  I spoil him.  But hell, if I want to go home, I have too!  He could
keep me there for hours......and has.

The bigger I built up my body the hornier I became having all those male
hormones dumped into my system from the workouts. Brother told me he had
some new man made super growth hormones that almost overnight doubled your
muscle mass. I thought, "What the hell! She ain't gonna' give me any I
might as well feel good about myself.

Sal gimme' the shot and the next day at work everyone was coming up to me
asking me if I'd been working out heavier or taking `roids. Work was a
breeze. Maybe one of the hardest days we'd had in four months and I skated
through it. Not even breathing heavy. By the time I got to my Bro's gym,
took off my clothes and looked in the mirror, I stopped dead in my
tracks. I had always been big but what I saw looking back at me was fucking
ripped.

That didn't bother me, looked great, but a side effect was my old dick was
bigger by a couple of inches and much fatter. Hell, the old lady complained
I was too big as it was. Now I know I ain't gonna' get none. She'll take
one look at my dick and send me to wack off city. It must have measured
fourteen inches and two and a half around. What was I gonna' do?  Sometimes
I ask myself why I couldn't have turned out Gay?  Never thought you'd hear
that from a straight, red necked, ass hole, did ya'?  Hell, I look at my
little Bubba.  His life ain't so bad.  He don't have a companion, a
regular, live-in fuck, but he gets plenty at that gym.  He's almost as big
as me physically and them gay men fall all over themselves to bunk it in
with my Bubba.  Why, even his damn dick is almost as big as mine.  He
weren't short changed, that's for damn sure. When he told me he was gay I
didn't let on I was concerned, but I was.  Not `cause I cared one way or
the other but because of the life he might have to live.  Now, I thank God
every damn day my little Bubba turned out gay.  If it weren't for him my
old dick would shrivel up and fall off!

The only reason I stayed with her is the love of my life our little eleven
year old son, Tony. God, I love that kid.  He's right by my side every
evening on the sofa with his head in my lap or laying in my big arms
watching T.V. with me. I come in from the gym and he'll be all over
me. He's totally unabashed about his feelings and I never censure him.

My bitch wife's trying to brainwash him against me but our bond is too
strong. He's his daddy's boy. We're drawn to each other like opposite poles
of a magnet.  I can't get enough of him and he can't get enough of me.
He's always got a butterfly kiss or a teddy bear hug for me and I ain't shy
with my affections with him.  My brother, Sal, was a lesson to me about
kids that didn't get love from their dads.

She didn't think I should be holding him so much, kissing him nor hugging
him up to me.  He loves it.  So do I.  I didn't do it before I saw her
trying to make him a sissy boy. She had him sewing and doing the damnedest
things. I'm not prejudiced. In today's world you can't be.  My little
brother's gay and I sure as hell ain't ashamed of him. He's a damn good
cocksucker too.  Don't mean that the way it sound neither.  I taught him to
be the best.  Made him practice on me `til he got it right.  Taught him to
get fucked too.  He knows how to make a man feel like a million bucks.

Hell, my boss at the docks is a gay man. His old man/spouse works there too
and they're a hell of nice pair.  I've taken the wife and kid to their home
for barbeques. They come to our place all the time, use the pool and party
with us. They're always gentlemen and never tried anything with me. They
respect me and I respect them.

Little bro, now that's different.  If they want's to mess around with him
that's their business.  They know I fuck my little brother, from time to
time, but nobody else. I don't know for sure but I think my little Bubba's
in tight with `em.  They both bought memberships at his gym and work out
there. Tim, my boss, never passed over me for a promotion or pay raise.

I wasn't afraid nor horrified at the prospect that I probably had a
fifty-fifty chance that Tony was gonna' grow up to be a gay man. Didn't
bother me a bit!  I would like for him to be straight only because it's
just probably easier in the long run.  Hell, look at me, I work my body
hard. Been told I look great,......any woman would love to have me.
Really?  Where?  Hell, I have to practically get on my damn knees, shed
tears, and beg to get a piece. So much for the joy's of straight life!
Little Bubba ain't got it so damn bad.

Was I contributing to the possibility that my boy would be gay?  Was being
physical with him helping or hurting him? All the men in my life including
Tim and his mate said absolutely not! Tim said he wished he had a dad that
was even a little bit physical with him. He said he might not have turned
out to be gay. His partner Doug told me he had a crush on his old man all
his life and the son of a bitch hugged him once when he graduated high
school.  Doug said if his old man had just let him lay in bed with him and
talk to him he didn't think he'd turn out gay.  He'll put his arms around
big Tim, smile, look up at him and say, "That's all right.  The daddy I
have now will let me lay in bed and touch him."  Doug may have been kidding
but it slammed home an epiphany to me.  I sure as hell wasn't gonna' let
that happen to my boy.  He's gonna' get all of his old man's love he can
handle.

Little bro, Sal, tells me I didn't make him gay just `cause I made myself
available to him. It was dad that never showed him any attention. He was
scared to death of our old man. Sal didn't know who he was.  To this day,
he can't talk about dad.  Dad cut himself off from all the family, not just
Sal, but he was the one that suffered the most.

Momma died not long after Sal was born and the rest of the kids had to
raise him.  I accepted most of the responsibility `cause I was nearer his
age.  I was eight years older than Sal.  Momma had him late in life and she
shouldn't have.  Being a good Catholic she wasn't about to do what the
doctors told her and abort her baby.

Sal lived for years with the guilt that he killed our mother.  He use to
cry in my arms and ask me to tell Papa he was so sorry he killed Ma.  He'd
do anything to have Papa forgive him; love him. I'd rock him back and
forth, holding him, tell he couldn't cry no more, telling him it wasn't his
fault.  Dad had no feelings what so ever about Sal.  He could of cared less
whether Sal lived or died. He not only felt that way, he said it in front
of my baby bother numerous times.

What the hell do you think that does to a kid?  You wonder why men turn out
gay?  There may possibly be genetic factors involved for a propensity
toward turning out gay but it sure as hell don't help when his dad tells
him he wished he was dead.  Son of a fuck'n bitch, it's a wonder my little
Bubba, one of the greatest loves of my life, didn't turn out be a Goddamned
mass murderer.  `Scuse me a minute..........." Bruno stops for a few
minutes until he collects himself.

"You don't bring a beautiful, innocent child into this world then use them
as an excuse for your world being so fucked up! Your world's fucked up
because you won't get off your lazy Goddamn ass and change it.  It ain't
the kid's fault!"

Couple of us kids took him under our wings and tried to show him as much
love as we could.. I made sure I was available to little bro anytime he
needed me.  I spent quality time with him taking him places and doing
things.  I took him to ball games, the circus, movies, museums and local
plays and musicals.  We was forever doing something together.  You don't
invest that much time in a kid and don't come to think of him as your own.
I never told little Bubba but I wish to hell he'd been my kid; straight or
gay!  I'd love the little son of a bitch either way!  He turned out
better'n just a good man.  He turned out to be my fuck'n hero!

We always made sure he had a good Christmas and Birthday.  We'd get cards
and sign `em, "...with love, Papa.." He'd be thrilled. By high school we
couldn't fool him no more.  Dad refused to go to anything Sal participated
in. Sal played football and was on the team.  Mostly, I think, to please
me. Dad never went to a game.  Didn't go to Sal's high school graduation or
nothing.

Us older kids shamed the old man into putting Sal through college. We put
it to him we had raised his son and if he ever wanted to see or hear from
one of us again, he'd pay us back by paying for his own kid's education.
By that time, we'd had it with our old man.  As it was, three of us kids
went our own way and had little to do with our dad until the day he died.
Simply because we wouldn't go around him unless he asked Sal to come with
us.  He never did.  We went to his funeral and took Sal.

The other brothers and sister tried to insinuate Papa died heartbroken
`cause we abandoned him.  I was ready to take them all on.  I was taking
off my jacket ready to kick my brother's ass's when Sal, Bertha Jean and
Sally begged me not to.

"Fine!" I told `em, "We're leaving. Let the dead bury the dead!"  I said it
loud enough the priest could hear and we left.  Ain't heard from `em in
years. Don't want to either.  I don't care whether they live or die.  My
two sisters feel the same way. It brought us closer together and we include
them in everything.  I think Sally is still in touch with our older sister,
Evelyn, but she never says anything and I appreciate that.


 Sal wouldn't have accepted money for college from the old man. He finally
gave up on him.  What was the kid to do?  Sal always though it was me,
Sally, and Bertha Jean, my sisters, what put him through.  After seeing
what my old man did to the brightest, most loving son he had, the pinnacle
of his achievement as a father, I swore and be damned I was never gonna'
let that happen to a kid of mine.

I would've liked to had a passel of kids but after Tony, Sherl had an
operation.  They had to take out her baby making plumbing. (The kid's got
my name and is Junior but we call him by our middle name, Tony)

 Of course, my sisters, and other women in my life say I shouldn't be
showing my boy so much attention.

"Absolutely not!"  They agreed with each other. If I allowed him to have
free range with me and my body he'll grow up to prefer men! I had to make a
decision. Maybe it was because of the love I had for my baby brother, I
don't know, but I loved the little shit like nothing else in my life. I
live for him.  I live for his love.  I live for his touch.

Don't let your head go there!  I wouldn't do nothing to that kid I thought
was gonna' damage him.  I do know how to love and I don't think anybody's
got all the answers to raising a kid.  At best it's a seat of the pants
job.  They didn't send him home from the hospital with an instruction
manual or parts list.

I began to transfer my love for her to him. I began to think of him as my
little lover boy. I can't never seem to get enough of them sweet teddy bear
hugs and butterfly kisses. He was beginning to get a little hair around his
pubes and I was so proud of him. His little dick started to grow and his
voice started changing.

She ain't home too much in the evenings and I walk around nude most of the
time with just my old work boots and maybe my undershirt on. I do it `cause
I don't want him to feel embarrassed in front of anybody naked.
Embarrassed that they were naked nor that he was naked.  I never told him
to but he'll run in take off all his cloths, pull his little boots on, his
little undershirt and come, crawl up in my lap.  He'll give me a big kiss
on my rough five o'clock shadow.

"I love you, Daddy."

"Love you too, Son, how's my best boy?"

"I'm okay, Dad. You real tired?"

"Not too bad, Hon.  Thanks for caring enough about your old man to ask!"  I
hug him up to me, put my mouth to his little belly and blow real hard.  It
makes a big farting sound and sends him into gales of laughter.

Then he'll settle down in my lap, get himself comfortable and grab my old
dick. I never stop him from touching any part of me. I don't want him to
think mine or his body is anything to fear nor be ashamed of. Sometime
he'll reach down and feel my big hangers with his tiny hands and gently
feel them in the sack. I can tell he likes to smell my old balls especially
after I've worked all day and had a hard work out at the gym.  I never
shower `til I get home. I hold off for a while `cause I know how much he
likes to sniff `em.

He'll try to act real nonchalant-like about it.  He'll lay his little head
in my lap, stretch, and turn his head over to `em when he thinks I ain't
looking. One afternoon I picked `em up and held `em for a minute and told
him I didn't know where to put `em since he was in my lap.  Then I said,
"Oh I know.  Will you let daddy rest `em right there on your sweet little
face, Son?"

"Uuh-huh...."  he responded.  I gently laid the big things over his eyes,
nose and mouth.  He just lay there sniffing `em and got the biggest boner
you ever saw.  My old dick was laying up on my belly.

"Look, Sweet baby,.....you don't have to be shy with your old man.  Daddy
wouldn't mind if you wanted to make a little love to his old balls.  I know
you love the smell of `em....bet you like the taste of `em too if you
licked `em clean for Daddy.....get all that sweat off `em.  You'd be able
to carry Daddy's flavor around in your mouth all evening. If you don't
clean `em for Daddy, he's gonna' jump in the shower in a minute and that
good smell's gonna' be gone."

Next thing I knew I felt his little tongue coming out of his mouth and
exploring my old ball sack.  He took a couple of good swipes on it with his
tongue, pulled it back in his mouth and made an `mmmm'.....sound and went
crazy cleaning my old balls.  Made me hold `em up for him to get underneath
real good.  Cleaned every inch and then lay back down; put'em back over his
face and went to sleep.  Slept there for an hour or more breathing him his
old man's smell.

That was a couple months ago.  Now, he runs in kisses me then goes down to
kiss each one of my old balls, takes in a deep breath and tells me,

"Damn, Daddy, those are gonna' taste so good!  You got the best smelling
balls.  Taste good too!  Can I clean `em for you, Dad?"

"Go ahead, Son, but you better do a good job or your old man'll put you
across his knee and tickle you to death."  Then I'll tickle him and he'll
yell with laughter.

"I promise, Daddy, I promise.....I'll do a good job!"

"Well,... then,.... get on `em, Scout!"  He goes to work with that little
tongue of his.  He loves to taste my big balls. I let him. Why the hell
not? If the kid's gonna' be gay, he's gonna' be gay.  If he turns out
straight then he's got the memories of being close to his old man.  He
won't never have to worry whether his old man really liked it or not.  I
tell him every time how good he was, how good he felt and how much I love
him for doing it. I kiss him and hug him and tell him how proud of him I
am.

 Of course it fascinates him because it makes my old dick grow until it's
stiff. Then he'll wrap his little butt cheeks around it and ride it like
his horsey. Bouncing up and down. If she should walk in all hell would
break loose. I don't care! I ain't gonna' sweat it! I believe Tim and his
lover. Hell, why wouldn't they know about such things. They aren't bad
people.  They're fine men who have the same problems we all have. So if
Tony's going to grow up to be a gay man I want him to be the best he can
be. If I have to be his role model, so be it. I'm not gonna' let her make
him ashamed of anything he wants to be.  I'm sure as hell ain't gonna' let
him be a seamstress.

I gently warn him not to say anything to her about what we do when we were
alone together. Men relaxing with their buds, bros, or dads can feel each
other but never in front of anyone else, especially women. This is
something men don't talk to women about......ever! If he does, no man will
ever want to be private with him again. He likes being `private' with his
old man a lot and isn't about to jeopardize that.  When she ain't around he
likes to crawl up in bed with me and play with my old dick while I pretend
to be asleep.

One Saturday morning I was off, she'd gone to work and here he
come. Crawled up in bed with me and played with me `til he got me really
roarin.'  Backed his little butt up against the head of my dick and tried
his damdest to work that big head into his little eleven year old butt. I
threw my arms around him and pretended I was just waking up and found him
there.

"Damn, you feel good son, you trying to sit down on Daddy's thing?" I held
him tight so he wouldn't be frightened or bolt for his room and kissed him
behind his ear to let him know it was okay.

"I was trying to Dad but you're so big!"

"I know, Son, you might hurt yourself. You really have to go slow with that
sorta' thing. You have'ta learn how to take it. If you're gonna' try that
sort a' thing wake Daddy up and let him watch to make sure you don't hurt
yourself. I don't mind if you want to try but if anything happened to you
or you hurt yourself your Ma would cut my balls off.  You know how much you
like to play around with `em, put your little nose down there and smell
Daddy real good.  Just let me know so I can see that you do it right. Okay,
Sweetie?

"Yes Sir, Daddy, I'll wake you up so's you can help me next time. Ma
wouldn't really cut your beautiful balls off would she? What would I play
with on Saturday mornings?" I laugh and kiss him again.

"And it sure feels good to feel those little hands playing with `em
too. You wanna' play with `em a little bit this morning? You wanna' clean
`em real good for Daddy?  Are you sure you want Daddy's big dick up your
little butt?"

"Well, momma sure don't give you her ass very much and I know you probably
need some ass more'n once every six months.  If I can learn to take you,
Dad, you can fuck me regularly.  We wouldn't have to tell her."

"That's sweet of you to think about your old dad that way but maybe you
better rethink that.  Then, when you're a little older, if you're still of
a mind to sit on Daddy's dick then we'll talk about it.  You're gonna' have
to grow some more to take Daddy."

"Can Uncle Sal take all of you, Dad ?"

"Where'd ju' hear that?"

"I overheard mom talking to Aunt Breen the other day. Told her she wouldn't
be surprised if you were fucking Uncle Sal."

"Well,....... I ain't gonna' lie to you, Son.  I've never lied to you and I
never will!  Yes, once in a while, in an afternoon, when your Uncle Sal
asks me to, I fuck him.  I did yesterday afternoon as a matter of fact but
it's the first time in six months we done it.  Yes, he can take all of
me......"

"I wish I could, Dad.  I'd love to have you fuck me and help you out.
Think Uncle Sal would talk to me and tell me how he does it?"  I laughed
just thinking about poor Sal.......and then I thought, why not?  Sal
wouldn't blow smoke up his ass.  I was always good and loving to Sal and
shot straight with him.  We love each other today.  He'll tell the kid the
God's honest truth.  I think I'll talk to Sal and warn him he may get
quizzed.

"Well, it might be okay!  Let me talk to Uncle Sal and if he says `yes,'
then you can talk to him if you want to.  He won't lie to you either, but
what ever he tells you has to stay with us men.  You can't go running to
your Ma with things like that, now that your growing up."  I kissed him on
his little neck, rubbed his little belly with my big rough, calloused hand
and moved down to his little crotch. He's learned, if it's all right for
him to touch me, it's all right for me to touch him.

I ain't afraid to touch my boy.  I hear all these tabu things about such
and I don't believe it.  I had a lot of loving men touch me and play with
me when I was growing up.  I was never embarrassed or felt uncomfortable
naked in front of other men.  Tony never flinches nor feels embarrassed
when his old man grabs hold of him.  Sometimes he sits in my lap and I cup
both hands around his little dick and balls like they were the most
precious things to me. Most times he'll reach up, grab my hands and put
them down there to hold him.

Damn, my little boy had a boner that would made any old man proud. His
little dick must have been seven or eight inches all ready. I gave him a
few gentle strokes with my hand and he backed that little ass into my
crotch like a crawdad.

"Ouuuh, Daddy that feels so damn good."

"Have you come yet by jacking off?"

"What's `jacking off,' Dad?"

"Well, you're old enough. Now,.... if I show ya , you gotta' promise never
to tell your Ma `cause women don't understand about us guys messing around
with each other. If your Ma ever found out I was teaching you to jack
off,.....my God,.....she'd have a conniption fit."

"What's a `conniption fit,' Dad?"

"Something you don't ever want to see, Son.  Just take my word for it. It's
not pretty!  What we do has to be kept between us.  It's men's
secrets. Most all men mess around with other men from time to time but we
don't tell the women. They'll go nuts if you do.  If you're gonna' be a man
you gotta start actin' like one. If you tell her she'll go crazy and we
can't play around no more. She all ready thinks I hold you and kiss you too
much.  Do you?"

"Oh, no, Daddy.  I love it when you hug and kiss me. It let's me know you
love me `cause you ain't afraid to tell me."

"Well,......there you go,......your Ma's got different ideas `bout things."

"I promise Dad. I want to be a man and how am I gonna' learn unless I can
me around a man like you who won't bull shit me. I love just laying here
talking to you. I won't never tell even if you teach me to sit down on
you."

"Okay,...... now your old man's gonna' teach ya' how to jack off. I'm
gonna' do it for you the first time and then you can do it for yourself.
As for trying to sit on Daddy's dick,.......you got a lot of growing to do
before you can even think about it."  I kiss him on the back of his neck
and tickle him with the stubble of my beard. He goes crazy giggling. I
reach down and throw the covers back and grab a towel out of the drawer
next to the bed.

"This is for your little dick when you shoots."

"What's `shoots' Daddy?"

"Well Daddy's gonna' rub your little dick, up and down, until it starts
feeling real good-like and he's gonna keep rubbing it until it feels even
better.  He's gonna' keep rubbing it until you think you can't stand it no
more. You'll yell, `Daddy, Daddy, Oh stop Daddy, I can't take it no more,'
but Daddy'll keep on rubbing it and all of a sudden, it'll start to feel so
damn good you won't want Daddy to stop. Then this white suff we call `come'
shoots out of your dick.  It feels like its ripping your guts out but it
feels so good you'll want Daddy to show you all over again."

"It won't hurt me, will it, Daddy?"

"Naw! Daddy, does it all the time. Has to, he ain't getting nothing
else. After I show you, you can jack me off if ya' want's to."

"I'd like that, Daddy"

"Okay you ready, Son"

"Uh huh!"

"Let me grab a hol't a' that big thing of yours. Damn, Son, you got a nice
big boner there. Like father, like son, huh?"

"I hope I get as big as you, Dad."

"Well, I'd say you were well on your way, Scout" I started jacking him off,
he nestled into my crotch and my old dick got harder and started
drooling. Pretty soon it was starting to feel pretty good to him and I kept
kissing him on the neck and ear.

"Oh, Daddy, it's start'n to feel real good. Kiss me Daddy." he turned his
little head to mine and opened his pretty little mouth.  I covered it with
mine and started putting my tongue gently inside his. He went crazy sucking
and kissing me. I was about to come without playing with myself when he
started breathing heavy. I knew he was about to get it.

My beautiful boy's first load. It suddenly hit me, with his first
ejaculation my son is entering manhood.  He'll become a man today. The Jews
have a ceremony for boys about his age, bar mitzvah and most tribes of the
American Indians.  He should have a ceremony. I don't know what made me do
it, I ain't never sucked a dick in my life but I had to have that first
shot of come out of my boy's dick.  Me, big fucking, straight ass Bruno
didn't think twice. It was mine.

"Daddy's gonna' take your first load, Son. It's a tradition among fathers
and sons for dads to take their sons first load. He was right there. I
stopped jacking him and went down on him sucking ferociously.  He couldn't
hold back. He grabbed my head with his small hands and shot a damn good
load in my mouth.  Pretty hard shot, too, down the back of my throat.

I wondered if I'd gag or find the taste so vile I couldn't stand it and
spit it out.  I couldn't do that to the kid.  I had to swallow and make him
think it was the greatest prize I ever won. It didn't taste bad.  It tasted
kind of sweet and had the flavor of my boy only a dad can know. I kept my
mouth on him sucking, and making him feel good, warm and relaxed.

"Oh, Daddy, thank you. Thank you for teaching me how to jack off. You were
right, I thought my guts were ripping out but then it felt so good.
Shooting in your mouth made me feel so warm and loved. Thank you, Dad!"  I
kissed him on the mouth again. He melted into my arms and became my little
lover boy.  He kept thanking me and kissing me.  He really got into kissing
his old man.  I didn't hold back.  I let him know I loved him too.

"Today, you became a young man, Son.  Once you can come and it's official
by you dad taking your first load, you're on your way to becoming a man.
How's that make you feel?"

"Happy and proud that my old man loved me enough to show me how and make it
official."

"I'll jack you off if you want me to, Daddy.  I'd like to take your load,
too, since it's a tradition and all. I'd like to taste my dad.  Why do we
shoot the stuff anyway?"  he asked reasonably.

"Well, .... I guess your ready for the old father and son heart to heart
talk fathers have hedged around and fucked up for centuries. I'm going to
tell you the truth and not like my dad taught me neither. If you have any
questions just stop me, okay?" He nodded and snuggled down into my arms,
reached down and put his little hand on my knob like it was a gear shift
lever.

"Have you noticed little girls and your mom are different at the crotch
than us men?"

"Uun, Huh. Sara Higgens showed me hers and wanted to see mine but I felt so
bad for her because her's was cut off.  I didn't want to make her feel
bad." I rubbed his head and said,

"That's really sweet of you, Son, but Sara was born that way. So was your
mom. All women are like that."

"Poor things!" he said thoughtfully. I kissed him again he was so damn
sweet.

"No Son, that's natural. God created them like that for a reason."

"Why Dad?"

"Well, I'm getting to that. You see it's a hole that goes way up into their
bodies and it's just the right size for a man's penis to fit into."

"Has this got something to do with making babies?" he asked as he scrunched
up his face.

"Yes it does, Son. It's something you should know and you should hear it
from your old man."

"Okay, Dad." he settled down.

"Well, a woman lets the man she loves gently put his dick in there and it
feels warm and moist, kinda like my mouth did a while ago on that big
wanger of yours. The man will move it in and out of her and it'll start to
feel good to both. It's similar to me using my hand to jack you off except
it feels a lot better."

"I'll bet as big as you are you make Mom feel really great. "

"Well.....yeah, I guess,......sometimes.  Anyway, they keep working like
that and pretty soon it feels like it did to you a minute ago and the man
shoots that white stuff inside her. What us men shoot's is made up of
thousands of tiny live sperm and they travel up inside the woman to
fertilize an egg.  One of those little suckers works its way up inside of
her into one of those eggs and causes a baby to start to grow. Have you
noticed Mrs. Anderson next door, how big her stomach is."

"Yeah, she's really fat."

"No Son," I said chuckling, "her husband and her did what I just told you
and that's a baby growing in there. In about nine months it wants to come
out and it comes out the same hole the man puts his penis into. It's hard
to imagine but the hole that was so tight, to make you feel good enough to
come, will stretch to allow the baby to come out. Then if her husband's
lucky it will go back to it's original size to make him feel good again;
when they do it. Do you know what doing `it' is called?"

"I think so. Is that what the guys call `fucking'?"

"Yeah, Son, it is. It's used a lot as a slang word. I don't know why. Maybe
it shouldn't be. Something as wonderful as that between a man and a woman
that would produce something as beautiful as you, should never be though of
in ugly terms."

"Did you fuck mom to make me?"

"Yes, Son, I did!"

"Did I feel good when I came out of you."

"You sure as hell did! You were the best feeling of my life! It's the only
time in my life I heard the angels sing."  I laughed figuring he'd iron out
the kinks later. I kissed him again putting my big mouth over his tiny one.
He'd suck on my big tongue and explore my mouth with his little one. Shit
he was getting me hot. They may be butterfly kisses but they're coming from
my little man.

"You want me to jack you off, Dad.  I'd like to make you feel that good."

"Well, if you get me to shoot I'm sure I will." I lay back on the bed and
let him try what he wanted. I didn't think he'd get me off but it would
feel good with his little hands playing with me. He could barely get his
little hand around it. He finally took both hands and began to really jack
me off.

I thought. `Woah! Wait a minute here, that's feeling pretty damn good.
Kid's got talent!'

"Daddy, I like your big dick. It's so hard and strong.  If momma won't give
you a piece of ass, let me."

"Yeah, well if you don't tell your Ma we'll work on that."

"I won't Dad! You can count on me `cause I love to play around with you.  I
sure wanna' do it some more.  You make me feel good."

"That's good, now shut up for a minute and concentrate on what your doing
if you want to get your old man off."

"Yes, Sir" He was working my old donkey and it was starting to feel better
than damn good. I think the little tyke is gonna' take me
home. Woah,..... Woah,....... Woah,......Oh shit!

"You're doing fine, Son, just a little more and you can put your mouth over
the head and catch me. I'll let you know pretty soon ,........ Oh yeah,
Son, that `s it!  Keep that rhythm....... , Oh yeah! A little faster,
Son.....Oh Yeah, I'm just about there, Son ,.....a little harder Oh, yeah!
Like that! You're doing good!  Okay, Son, let me take it now and you get
your little mouth ready. Yeah, here it comes. You be sure and take it all
Son! It's important you don't waste a drop."

It came up out of me in three huge spurts but he was a trooper and gulped
two of `em down and the third one he sensed was the last.  He held it in
his little mouth to taste then swallowed. I grabbed him in my arms and
kissed him deep and could taste my come in his mouth.

"Thank you, Son. You did it and you did a damn fine job. I'm really proud
of you. How did I taste?"

"Pretty good, Dad. It was strong like you and salty but it was also a
little bitter. I liked it! It tasted like your big brown nipples taste on
your chest when you let's me suck on `em and they seep a little. It tastes
like you smell. Strong and like a man! I like laying in your arms and
smelling you. When you come's in from the gym and we takes our clothes off
your smell makes my dick start dripping, Dad.  I hope I smell that good
some day. My dick gets hard laying here next to you and smelling you. I
love the way you smell Dad and I love you too. Thank you for letting me
take your come. That's just between us men, right? Can we do it again
sometime?"

"Sure as long as your mom don't find out about it." He was lying in my arms
thinking.  His eyes lit up and he turned to me.

"Am I gonna' have your baby now that I swallowed your come." I laughed and
tickled him. He was making a joke.

"No, silly, you know better'n that!  That only happens to women.  Remember
I told you about the hole women have and that's were the come is suppose to
go."

"Oh yeah, I should've remembered that." He faked it then smiled like and
imp at me knowing he had me going, "I'm sorry, Dad, I was paying attention,
really.................Damn!"

"What's a' matter now?"

"I wanted to have your baby."  Then he fell out giggling again. He set me
up! That was the punch line. I laughed.

"At's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me, Son, but men can't have
babies they can only put their seed in a woman who produces the eggs I told
you about."

"Are they like the one's we eat for breakfast."

"Well, similar, those are unborn chicks we eat."

"Ooouu," he made a grimace, "they don't sound too good that way."

"I guess your right but they're pretty good the way mom fixes them aren't
they?"

"Yeah, they are.  If fucking feels good to you and mom, why don't you do it
more often?  I don't ever hear you doing it."

"Well,......several reason I guess. She thinks I'm too big and says it
hurts her instead of feeling good."

"Would it hurt me if I sat on you, Dad?"

"It might at your present size.  When you get older you might be able too.
I ain't trying to talk you out of it, Scout!  If you got your mind made up
then I don't mind but you gotta' grow some first.  You're just to damn
small now, Son.  Are you real sure you want your old man's dick up your
little butt."

"I wanna' try it.  Maybe I could help my old man out. I hear the word
`fuck' used so much I thought it might be important to you. I'd do anything
in the world for you, Dad."

"Think about it.  When you get a little older and if you still want to try,
remind me and we'll talk about it then.  Okay?"

"Sure Dad.  Learning to jack off is enough for today.  That was great!"

Weekend after weekend, Tony will wait `til his mother leaves for work, then
runs into our bedroom and gets in bed with me. I'm on my side and he
snuggles up to me. I throw my arm over him. He lays there for a minute and
I can hear him breathing deeply getting my smell in this lungs. I can see
his little dick getting hard. Then he rolls on his side and takes my teat
in his mouth, content to suck on it for a while.

I got big teats. Once in a while he seemed to get something out and sucks
hard like he wants more.  He'll put his little hand on either side of my
big swollen pec and massage it.  One morning it sounded like a real sucking
sound, like he was getting something. I thought he was trying to do a
number on his old man and smiled.

"How's that taste Son?" I asked sleepily. He wouldn't stop long enough to
answer. I gently pulled him off and there was a white fluid in his mouth. I
looked down and damn if my teat didn't have milk coming out of it. Shocked
the hell out of me.  It's those damn growth hormones Sal's been shooting me
up with.

Tony's been sucking on them a lot lately.  Could that cause them to start
producing milk?  My pecs are huge and look like male teats and I wondered
if it was because of Tony playing with them. Even if I was producing a
little milk, it couldn't hurt to let him have it. Hell, my Uncle Joey's
wife died giving birth to his twin boys and he started lactating.  His
doctor said it wasn't unusual for men who's wives died in child birth to
start producing milk.  It was nature's way of preserving the species. He
fed both of them for several weeks. I just patted him on his head and asked
him how it tasted?

"It's good! It taste like your come but sweeter and not so bitter.  Can I
have some more."

"I guess so. Don't think it'll hurt you." I just took his little head in my
big hand and hooked him back up to it.  I started to play with myself. For
some damn reason the thought of feeding my boy from my teat made me get the
hardest boner I ever had in my life. He sucked and massaged and sucked.

"You wanna' try some, Dad" he asks.

"Sure." He sucked and kneaded my peck and sucked some more. Then he stopped
and crawled up on my chest. He put his little mouth to mine and slowly
released the milk to me. Not bad. It was rich, thick and sweet. Kinda like
condensed milk. He had a mouth full and slowly fed me almost all of it. I
told him to swallow the last bit for himself.

Now, he can't wait for the weekend to roll around `cause Saturday and
Sunday mornings he's right there wantin' more. I think the kid's falling in
love with me. I know I'm damn sure falling in love with him. The problem
with most people is, their afraid to love their kids and be physical with
them.  And, every idiot has an opinion.  Don't believe me?  Just watch the
Montel Williams show some morning.

I didn't give a shit.  It felt right to love my boy.  Some folks may read
this and say, "He's sick!"  Let them!  They'll never know the love that
passed between my kid and me.

Sometimes we start off with a little kissing. Lots and lots of teddy bear
hugs and butterfly kisses. It immediately gets his dick hard and mine too.

"Kissing make your dick hard, Dad?"

"Kissing you makes my dick hard, Son?"

"Why do you think that is, Dad?"

"Why do you think it is?"

"`Cause we love each other and we ain't afraid to show it to one another.
Your dick getting hard tells me you love me.  Mine does the same thing."

"Don't think I could've put it better myself, Scout.  I think that's a
pretty damn good answer.  I do love you, you know?"

"Yes Sir, and if you feel how hard I am.....that's how much I love you,
Dad."  I felt his little dick and it was rock hard.

"No! You don't love me that much.....?" I looked at him like he was fool'n
with me.

"Yes I do, Dad.  More'n that even.  If I could make it harder, I would!"

"No need, Son.  I'm convinced......that's pretty damn hard!" He reached
down and felt of me.

"You love me an awful lot, Dad."

"That's right, little one, an awful lot! Now, what are we gonna' do this
morning.  Want me to hold you and make a little love to you while you jack
off?"

"That'd be swell, Dad!"

"Okay, get comfortable in my arm so you can raise you little
head......'mmmm'.....that's it.  Nice kiss, Sweet baby!  Now go ahead, I
want to see if you learned anything.  Want Daddy to catch you again when
you shoot?"

"Oh please, Dad.  You make me feel so wanted and good. When you have your
mouth around me, it feels like nothing in the world could ever hurt me."

"That's the way it's suppose to feel, Sweet heart."  I don't know who was
writing his material but he had me hooked.  We started making out, kissing
each other and I felt him start to stiffen, breathing fast, then he yelled
to me.

"Take me, Daddy.  Please....take me."  Once again I found myself leaning
over engulfing his little organ for his climax.  It was even better this
time, and his come tasted like honey.  Was I becoming a pervert? That's not
a good word.....I wouldn't use that to describe my brother.  Was I
changing? That's better......no, I don't think so.  I was just being a
dad. Gotta' talk to little brother about this.

My old lady's always talking bad about me to him. I noticed lately he ain't
been listening to her as much. I guess he finally had enough. He was a
little older now and more prone to analyze things adults told him.

"You're not fair with Dad! He works his butt off and brings his money home
to you. All you do is bitch at him. You're never happy with him.  He can't
do nothing right to please you. You think I'm just a dumb kid? You think I
can't see what goes on around here?  You dole out sex to him like you was a
warden of a prison."

She was stunned! She thought she had him brain washed and in her
pocket. She couldn't believe he stood up to her and challenged her with
some well thought out remarks.

"Where'd ju learn about sex, Mister?  That filthy, mouthed old man of yours
been talking to you?"

"News flash, Mom, next month I'm twelve years old.  I took sex ed. last
year.  Remember, you signed the `okay' form? `Sides you and dad ain't too
quiet when you get it on.  He snorts like a bull in pasture of fresh
heifers and you sound like......."

"That'll be quiet enough from you, young man!"

"Yeah, well I can count real good too, Mom, and the last time you gave him
any was Sunday eight months ago.  I'd be ashamed of myself if I was you!"

"Well, you ain't me.  You been spying on us,........ keeping records?"

"No Ma'am, I just remember stuff and when I hear you talk bull shit about
my old man it make me feel bad, `cause I know it ain't the truth and you
know it too, Mom."

His mom didn't know whether to shit or go blind.  She'd just been nailed to
the wall by an eleven year old child. From the mouth of babes...... Then,
she got angry and lost her cool.  Bad thing for a parent to lose their
cool.  When they lose their cool, they lose control of the situation.

"Well, if you love your old man so much why don't you give him what he
needs?  You try taking that monster in your body and see how it feels."

"You know I ain't built right, Mom! But if I was, you could bet your ass
I'd try to give him what he needs.  When I get a little older, if you keep
being stingy with him, you can also bet I'm gonna' offer him my ass to help
him out."

"Don't you talk to me that way, young man.  I'll have your dad bust your
little butt for that.  The very idea, threatening me.  Trying to blackmail
me into having sex with my own husband.  Why I ought to...."

"What?  You'd have dad whip me for speaking the truth? Listen to yourself,
Ma!  I ain't trying to blackmail you. I'm telling you the way it's gonna'
be.  I love my old man! You may as well stop bad mouthin' him to me.  I
don't want to hear it no more! Nothing you say about him is gonna' stop me
from loving him and if he wants it, you can bet your ass, one of these
days, I'm gonna' offer him mine. He's a good and decent man.  He's a good
provider for you and me and I can't see that he asks that much of either
one of us."

"With that my old lady slapped my beautiful little boy across the face so
hard she bloodied his lip and his spit flew across the kitchen.  I was in
the next room and heard the whole thing.  Then she started crying, wailing,
and calling for me.

"Bruno!  Bruno!  Get in here!  Get in here, now!"  I waited for a few
minutes like I was coming from the back of the house.

"Yeah? What's up, Hon.?"  I asked acting like I didn't hear anything.

"Take your son and use your belt on him.  He talked rude to his mother and
I won't stand for it.  Take him!  Take him now!"  Tony had his little head
hung but looked up at me knowing he was gonna' get it.  I looked real stern
at him.

Suddenly, he pulled himself to his full height, squared his little
shoulders, cocked his head to one side, stuck out his little chest and
marched right by me.

"Come on, Dad." he motioned for me to follow with his head, "This is one
licking I'm gonna' enjoy! Still got that big wide belt Dad? I hope you use
that one.  It hurts the best!"

The old lady looked at me like she knew she'd fucked up.  She knew at that
moment, she'd lost him.  Can't punish a kid `cause he nails you to the
wall. She caused it, let the bitch be on the hurting end for a change. I
decided I was gonna' make this good to nail her guilt to her ass.

"Your Ma is the law in this house, Son.  She says you gotta' get the belt
that's final. There's no argument `gainst that!" I was stern `cause she was
watching. It was working.  Her eyes started watering.

"I would never argue with you, Dad. I love you too much to argue. You're
right, let's go."  He grabbed me by the hand and led me down the hallway to
our bedroom. I tried talking to him all the way about how he must respect
his mother and I wouldn't tolerate him talking bad to his Ma.

I knew the kid was hurting. I could feel it through his hand.  Not because
he was afraid of my belt but because he knew he was being punished for
being right!  And that hurts more than the thought of punishment!  The
punishment was physical.  He knew how ever bad he got it, he would
recover. The other wound would lay open and bleeding for many years.

We got to the bed room and I locked the door behind us.  He turned to me
with tears in his eyes.

"Your right, dad!" he said quietly like a mature little man ready to face
the gallows for his crime, "there ain't no excuse for me being mean to Ma.
Go ahead, give me a good one! I deserve it!"

I started laughing and he looked confused.  He was trying so hard to be the
brave little man his dad would be proud of.  I squatted down to look him in
the eyes. I spoke softly and spoke each word like it was more important
than the last.

"Do you think for one minute your old man would punish you when you were
right?"  Tony looked perplexed but slowly shook his head, "I was in the
other room, Scout, and heard the whole damn thing!"  I pulled him to me,
hugged and kissed him. "Ain't no way in hell I'm gonna' punish my little
man for speaking the truth.  Your old man loves you, too, but we gotta make
her think I'm giving you a hell of a whipping with my belt. Can you help me
with this?"  Tony smiled real big getting excited about the conspiracy.

"You bet!  I'm sorry, Dad, I should've had more faith in you."

"Here's what you do, lay across the bed and I'll give you a few light ones
to make your ass red so's she'll think I done a good job.  You yell and
scream and try to cry if you can and I'll yell at you too about how you
can't talk back or be rude to your Ma.  Tony smiled at me and hugged me.

"I was so angry at her I would've gladly taken your belt.  Thanks, Dad."
Tony quickly took his pants off and I got my big wide belt out of the
closet. I came back and he was still standing. He looked at me longingly.

"Please dad!  Across your knees."

"Good idea, Son!"  I sat on the side of the bed and he draped his nude
little body across my big legs making sure he got his little dick between
my huge legs.  I leaned over and kissed his little butt and tickled his
little hole until he giggled.

"Damn, Son!  You got a sweet little butt.  Your old man's gonna' look
forward to the day you offer that sweet thing up to him.  You ready, Sweet
baby?"

"Yes Sir, dad,.... and dad?.........I love you!"

"I love you too, Scout.  Now, let's make this a good show!"

I raised my belt and brought it down across his little ass just hard enough
to make a loud sound. He let out a wail like fucking banshee working
overtime.  Scared the shit out of me.

"That hurt, Son?"  I whispered.

"Oh, hell no, dad!....make the next one a little harder!  Let's do this up
right!" I laughed, he was doing what I asked, making a good show.  I raised
the belt and brought it down again a little harder.  Again he yelled at the
top of his voice then whispered.

"Little harder, dad! ......come on, do it! "  I smiled to myself thinking
the little shit's enjoying this.  I brought two more down pretty damn hard
and he yelled his lungs out and even started crying.

"Come on, dad!  Let me have it!  You got more in you than that. Let me have
five good ones in a row.  Come on dad!  Gimme' something to holler about."
I knew my kid well enough to know he wouldn't lie to me or ask me to do
something he didn't think he could handle.

I gave that kid five butt busting hits across his ass and again he yelled,
screamed and cried.  Then I felt something wet between my legs.

"Did I beat the piss out of you, Son?"  I asked concerned.

"No dad!" he started giggling, "I came."  I started laughing and almost
couldn't get myself together.

"I damn near did too, Scout.  If I was to do five more like that I know I
would."

"Come on, Dad! I can take five more hard ones. Can I take you when you
come?"

"Sure can, Sweet baby, you've earned it."  The kid had my old monster out
in no time with his mouth over the head.  He was kneeling down in front of
me putting his little ass in the air as high as he could for me to take my
best shot at it.

"Here we go, Scout!" I reared back and popped him a good one. He took a
little more of my dick in his mouth.  I popped him two more, harder than
the first.  I was on the edge.  Then he pulled my foreskin back to get the
full taste of me. I popped him the fourth one really hard and shot two
weeks of stored up come in my sweet boy's mouth.  He had tears coming down
his smiling little face as he swallowed my spunk. I shot some more, raised
my belt for the last one and he raised his ass even higher signaling me to
make the last one hurt for the both of us.  I brought it down so hard
across his little butt I bounced on the bed and shot again.  I looked down
and my boy had shot again; all over my legs and work boots.  Then he jumped
in my arms and started yelling and crying.

"I won't never talk back or be rude to Ma again, Dad.  I promise."  He
pulled back, looked at me and winked real big and went on with his
hollering.  I was kissing him and holding him.  I rubbed his sore little
ass and found his little pucker with my finger to play with it a little.

He had other ideas and pushed his little butt back until he was all the way
on it.  He was still yelling and promising to be a good boy.  I was talking
very stern to him about how I hopped he'd learned his lesson.  I didn't
like doing this but I would if he ever spoke bad to his Ma again.  He was
kissing me and I was kissing him.

"Gimme' two, dad!" he whispered.  I added another finger up his little ass
as he humped and humped taking them deeper and deeper up his little butt.

"Want the third one, Sweet baby?" I whispered back.

"Oh, hell yes, dad!  Am I ready for Hollywood?"  I was laughing as I gave
him the third one and he took it like a trooper.  Working that little ass
like my old lady never would.

"You're gettin' close, ain't you, Son?"  I could see it in his eyes He was
really riding my hand hard now and then I added the fourth finger.  He made
two, then three big pushes as deep as he could slam his little ass down on
my hand , grabbed me tight around the neck, pulled himself to my chest as
tight as he could. I followed him with my hand not letting him pull off.
Then I felt it.  He humped my chest twice and third time shot his third
load all over me. I collapsed on the bed with him on top of me and we were
both laughing our ass off but making no sound. I talked softly to him.

"You did fine, Son.  I'm so damn proud of my boy!  Gimme' a kiss."  He
kissed me full on the mouth and started pulling my tongue down his throat.
It was so hot what passed between us as mischievous boys getting away with
the ultimate prank I felt it boiling up in me.  I pulled away from his
mouth and whispered.

"Quick Son!  Get down there I got another one on the way."  he no sooner
got his little mouth over it than I almost blew his head off.  He swallowed
and swallowed.  He slowly raised up and winked at me and I knew.

"You've still got some in your mouth, ain't cha'?"  He smiled and nodded.

"Share it with your old man?"  he nodded real big and came toward my mouth.
We kissed again and he released some of his dad's prize to me and I
swallowed.  Damn, my come tasted just like his.

"You enjoy the rest of it, Sweet baby."  He smiled and swallowed making a
`mmmm,' sound like it was yummy.  There came a knock on the door. Grindle's
mother.

"Everything all right in there?  That's enough, Bruno!  Ya' don't have to
kill the poor kid to punish him!"  We both started laughing silently and I
put my finger to my lips to hush.

"Yeah, Hon!  We're though.  We're just having a heart to heart, man to man,
talk.  I'm explaining why he can never talk to you that way again.  We'll
be out in a minute."

"Okay,...... well,..... I've almost got lunch ready then I have to go to
work."

"We'll be right there, Honey!"  I kissed my boy hard again.

"I love you so much, Tony!  You're old man's proud of you, Son.  Look, I
know you're old enough to know what gay means and I know you like messing
around with me but I'm worried our messing around will turn you gay and you
might not like girls.  Truth is, I love messing around with you, too.  All
I'm trying to say is........if you turn out gay or think you're gonna'
be.....your old man could give a shit less.  I'll love you just the way you
are!  Gay or straight."

"Thanks dad, if I thought I was gay or gonna' be I wouldn't be afraid to
tell you. You know you'd be the first one I'd come to and talk about it.
Who else loves me as much as you do and would understand anything I told
him.  I know how much you love me, but I'll be honest.......Don't be angry
with me Dad but I've hidden in here and watched you pork mom several times.
I sure would like to try that with a girl sometime. By the way dad, you
fuck mom really good!  I don't think she appreciates what she's got. Why do
you think I want you to fuck me?  Sure looks like a fun ride to me."  I
couldn't believe the maturity of his statement. He had this all figured
out. It was me that was being seduced. I let him run with it. "The way
girls smell at school keeps me hard all day. Even mom sometimes smells a
certain way and I'm embarrassed to admit it but I have to run to the
bathroom an jack off."  I'm laughing with my boy "Boys don't do much for me
but when I'm laying next to my old man........shit, Dad! Well,.....just
look at me now.  I shot three times and I'm still hard.  You shot
twice......why are you still hard?"

"Good point, Scout!  Damn good point!  I just know, when you grow a little
more, if you still have a hankering to sit on me, I ain't gonna' stop you
from trying. I get hard every time I see that little butt of yours.  You
got an ass just like your Uncle Sal's."

"After Mom leaves for work...........?."

"What?"

"Can we come back in here and you use the belt on me a little more.  I
don't think I really learned my lesson that well.  In fact it may take
another two or three sessions with your belt to get it through my thick
head that my dad means business."  I started laughing and tried to laugh as
softly as I could. We held each other. He was laughing to.  I lay back on
the bed and he crawled up on top of me, leaned over and kissed me.

"I love you, old man!  You're the greatest dad a kid ever had!"  My eyes
started leaking and he kissed each tear away.

"I promise, Sweet baby.  Right after she leaves we'll shuck our clothes off
except our undershirts. Us men will get in here and your old man will beat
the meanness out of that little butt of yours.  Lovingly of course."

"I don't know, Dad.  I got a lot of meanness in me but this did teach me a
big lesson."

"What's that, Son?"

"Never to lose faith in my old man,.... ever,...... again!"  I hugged him
tight to me.

"Promise to shove your hand up me again?"

"Count on it!"




TWENTY YEARS LATER Labor Day 2001


"Hey Hon, when's Tony and Fran gonna' get here with the kids.  We ain't
seen them kids in over two weeks.  That's too damn long to keep `em away
from their grandparents if you asked me."

"Settle down, Bruno. Gimme' a kiss."  I kissed the old lady while looking
out the door. I see Sal's car pull up.

"Honey, it's Sal!  I knew he'd come......Sal, baby brother, damn it's good
to see you.  Come on in."

Tony arrives minutes later with Fran and our eight grand kids.  Two sets of
twins. Twin boys, twin girls, three singles, and the love of my life, an
adopted two year old Italian boy. Could be a double for Tony when he was
that age.

"Come to your granddad kids!"  I'm smothered in teddy bear hugs and
butterfly kisses. I'm sot with `em.  I've found my bliss.  A granddad's
heaven on earth. I'm swimming in a sea of love. I tuck a new five dollar
bill in each pocket for a hug and a kiss.

"Dad!  I told you about spoiling the kids."  Tony hollers at me.

"Shut up and gimme' a kiss!  It's what granddads do!  Good to see you,
Son......I've missed you."

"You only saw me two weeks ago."

"Don't care, dammit, I missed you!  Damn, Tony!  Fran gets prettier every
time I see her.  Gimme' a hug, Fran."  Fran is one hell of a looker.  She
takes care of my boy and gives him what he needs.  Fran knows the special
relationship my boy and I have but she doesn't feel threatened.

My old lady finally came around about the time Tony left for college.  He
had little to do with her after that day she wanted him punished for
telling the truth.  Tony wrote her off and couldn't understand why I didn't
leave her.  Her output of sex got less and less over the years.  If I got
any twice a year I was lucky.  Couple years went by we never touched each
other.  Damnedest thing was.......I still loved her......she was the mother
of the most precious gift any man can receive.  My beautiful boy.

They're on a little better terms now `cause he knows she's putting out to
his old man again. I set a time limit for Sherl to come around. I was
gonna' wait `til my boy was in college then I'd make my move.  I finally
put it to her.  I'd gone all these years with mercy fucks from her, and we
were coming to a crossroads.  I still loved her as much as ever but if she
wasn't gonna' put out......I was leaving.  She tried but her heart wasn't
in it. I could have bought two pieces of liver at the market, fucked `em
and gotten more response.  I guess the worst thing a woman can ask a man
is, "Are you through, yet."

"No dear, but that's okay......I'll get the cat....."

We were headed for separation then divorce. I still needed sex.  My boy did
what he told his mom he was gonna' do.  He offered his little ass up to his
old man.  Something in my gut told me to allow the kid to do it. It's
important to him to give you this.  Take his gift in the spirit of love
that it's offered.

My beautiful boy was gone to college and I didn't want to screw up Sal's
life.  Tony made sure he got home a couple of weekends a month to help his
old man out.  Fuck!  I was gonna' find me a whore that couldn't be
satisfied and marry her!

Then quite by accident, I got mad one night. I wasn't drunk but I decided,
`By God, she was my wife and I was gonna' get me a piece.  She turned me
down the last four times I approached her.  This was getting ridiculous. I
had some rights in this Goddamn house.'

I picked her up, carried her kicking and screaming to the bedroom.  I threw
her on the bed and ripped her clothes off.  Ripped mine off and told her to
shut the fuck up I was gonna' get me some of what was mine.

She made the mistake of being too stingy with her cunt one too many times.
She had blown my safety switch.  If she wanted a divorce after
this,...... fine with me, but sure as God made little green apples I was
gonna' get me some pussy NOW.  If she wanted to be stingy with
it,.....that's fine......go find another fool to lead around by the nose
and keep it from him.  I was kicking her ass out, but I didn't want her to
leave without throwing a fuck in her she'll never forget.

She could have me arrested, thrown in jail.  I accept responsibility for my
actions.  She could call it rape or any other label she wanted to put on
it.  Whatever!  I didn't care!  I paid for her ass too many Goddamn years
to walk away without getting the fuck I always wanted. I wasn't going to
beg her ass to get it, either.

I told her she might as well lay back and suffer through it like she did
every Goddamn time she deemed me worthy and threw me a bon bon.  If she
wanted to fight me, that was even better.  Leastwise, I'd know for sure she
was still alive under me. The few times she doled it out to me I was never
quite sure.  I had to keep checking to see if she was still breathing.  God
forbid she should move her hips!

I took her and not too gently.  I wasn't mean but I was making a statement
and by the time I got my dick in her to where I was satisfied she got the
message.  For the first time in our marriage she wasn't in control of the
fucking.  I had just taken that away from her.  For this one time we were
gonna' fuck the way her animal wanted it.

I started in and didn't care how it was feeling to her.  I didn't care
whether my big dick was hurting her or not. My only concern was how this
fuck was feeling to my old dick......and so far it was feeling pretty damn
sweet.  This fuck was for me, it may be our last, but by God it was gonna'
be the best damn fucking she ever gave me.  I was sure as hell gonna' see
to that.

She started yelling and screaming, clawing my back, yelling for me to fuck
her harder. "Come on you big fucking spaghetti bender.....fuck me harder
you big dicked wop son of a bitch!  I know you got more in you than that.
Fuck me with that big thing.......Oh God, Bruno!..... Why the hell ain't
you fucked me this way before...  Oh, God Bruno, baby.......fuck your
momma......that's it.....give it to momma, baby......you're the only man
that can make her feel this way......run with it baby,....slam that big wop
dick in me! Come on.....come on......  Oh yes.....oh yes.....this is the
fuck I've dreamed about you giving me.  Divorce hell, you ain't getting rid
of me that easy my Italian stallion, not now, not when you show me what you
really got!!  ........... You stopped!!.................don't laugh at me,
you animal, I can't help it if the man inside of you just decided to take
it away from me,..... fuck me, fuck your old lady.......take it away from
your momma, baby.  That's it!

Rougher, meaner, harder....Bruno....Oh God Bruno...I love you......I've
done you so wrong, baby....you deserve better Darling........all these
years I've been controlling you with my cunt and I only wanted you to take
control away from me.  I can't handle it.  I'm mean inside. Fuck that
meanness out of me Husband.

Make me the wife you need, daddy. I'm with you daddy......take me there
daddy,.....I'm there baby.....I'm there....... Oh God I can feel your hot
juice in me.......keep fucking me Darling......Oh that feels
wonderful.....Oh Bruno you're getting me again.........agggggggggh!

Talk about a turn around.  From then on.....all old Bruno's gotta' to do is
snap his fingers, tell her to get her ass into the bedroom and prepare
herself for her husband, he will take his pleasure with her body this
evening.  Meaning, she better get her ass ready, in thirty minutes or I was
gonna' start without her. I'd climb deep in her pussy and fuck her `til the
buffalo on the nickle shits. If she ain't ready when I come in there she's
still gonna' get fucked even if I have to slam her back door.

She'll giggle and run get herself ready.  I go in and strip my clothes off
with her watching. I talk dirty to her telling her about how hard I'm
gonna' take her, I'm gonna' fuck her so hard her twat will hurt for three
days.  She smiles as she watches my fourteen inches fall from my pants hard
as a damn rock.  She smiles and licks her lips.

"You ain't been a good girl the last couple a days woman!  Daddy Bruno's
gonna' have to take it away from you this afternoon.  I may even hurt you a
little bit.  Either way.....I'm gonna' take what I want."

I crawl on top of her slowly and sink my big dick in her.  No foreplay,
nothing.  This fuck's for the man of the house, she knows it and she lets
me believe it!  Once again we start in on a rough ride with her urging me
on.

I scared her to death the other night.  Sal got me a small leather whip
from a gay S & M shop.  I had it on the bed the next night.  I told her to
get her ass ready, her man needed some and don't even think of the word,
`no.' If she had a headache take a fucking aspirin.

She saw the small whip, didn't say anything but had tears in her eyes.

"You really gonna' use that on me?"

"You want me to, Darling?"

"Maybe.....someday...soon...let me think about it...."  She surprised the
hell out of me.  Who knew?

"Ain't for me, Sweet baby, it `be' for you!"  Her eyes lit up in
puzzlement.

"You want me to.........."

"At's right, Darlin.'  When your man's in there taking it away from
you.....fucking you `til `have' won't `hell' it, you're yelling for him to
fuck you harder......now you can show him how much harder you want your
animal to fuck you Darlin.'  You want your horse to ride you
faster.... harder.....deeper......you gotta' whip him to get him to ride
you the way you need.  He'll take you where you want to go.....you just
have to get his attention."

"Oh Bruno,....I don't know if I can."

"Get you ass on that bed.....we'll find out pretty damn quick!"

Once again we started off. I'll have to say she was ripe for a mean daddy
fuck!  She was dancin' to my tune.  She tried not too use it, God love her.
She grounded her teeth until they sounded like chiclets in a box determined
she wasn't going to use it.  She squirmed under me but she was not going to
use it.  I was fucking her so hard and deep, relentlessly, the dam finally
broke. I felt that whip come down across my back pretty damn hard and she
started yelling like a horny cowgirl with a new set of spurs. She was
yelling at the top of her voice for her Goddamn horse to fuck her
harder.......she landed another good one down my back.....made me jump
three feet straight in the air.  I thought I reached orbit altitude and
slammed it into her harder on re-entry.

She brought one down on my ass so hard my eyeballs spun in opposite
directions....I jumped even higher on that one and again slammed her back
into the bed.....I knew one more would do it for me........damn, she must
of read my mind, it was a good one, too.  Couple of the leather strands
caught both balls to set them tap dancin' their way to stardom....fuck it
hurt!  She started yelling....screaming she was there....take it away from
me Bruno.......Oh God I can feel you shooting in me .......Oh God."  We
made history with that fuck. The neighbor's from three blocks away sent us
baskets of fruit.

We lay there locked together. Me making soft loving sounds to her how much
I loved her, how good she was, how hot a fuck she'd turned out to be. Her
animal loved fucking her pussy.  Loved to feel his big, dirty, filthy,
cock, sheathed by her cunt.  She started crying softly.

"Damn, Bruno!  That was the greatest fuck you've ever given me, Darling.
Thanks for the toy.....did I hurt you?"  Both eyeballs had returned to
their sockets.  The jury was still out on the jewels and my back looked
like the plains of Nasca........other than that I'd say my work here was
done.

"Felt wonderful baby.....gonna' save my back from a lot of claw marks."
she laughed.  "Did it work for you, Darlin'?"  Silence.  Then we both fell
out laughing.

"Is it really mine, Bruno?"

"Want daddy to write your name on it?  Of course, it's yours.  You sure got
your old horse's attention.  Made him take you where you wanted to go,
didn't you, Sweet baby."

"Bruno........."  She started crying and I kissed her tears away.  We lay
there for and hour or more with my old dick soaking in her still tight
little pussy.

"I'm so sorry, Bruno. All those years we could've been having this.  I
never could just give it to you, baby.  I was taught sex was dirty and you
should only do it to have a kid.  I thought of you as an animal wanting to
fuck me all the time.

I always wanted you to take it away from me but I didn't know how to ask.
If you still want me, Bruno.  Don't ever ask me again, Sweet
heart......don't give me time to think...... remember this.... that cunt
between my legs.....you own it, it's yours..... when I said, `I do' it
became yours.... use it when you want it.  Don't bother to ask.  In the
middle of the night....you want it baby....take it!"

"I know it means as much to you as it does me.  I can feel it in you.  I
accept your pussy as mine.  I'll never hit you, honey, but if you want to
stay with me I will take it away from you. I won't be unreasonable, but
don't ever tell me you got a headache.  That'll be the quickest way to get
your ass fucked."

I felt down around her cunt to see how much of me was in her and there was
still three and a half inches to the base.  I thought she should have it
all.  I didn't know if I would fit.  I kissed her and she felt me moving
more into her....."Bruno......Bruno....."

"You need to feel all of your man in you, Darlin' Lot a' women out there'd
pay to feel that much cock in `em" I was firm but steady until I felt the
base hit her cunt lips. She was moving under me not in pain but ecstacy.

"Bruno......Bruno......aaaaaggggggg....."

I could feel her warmth tighten around me. She suddenly became very
moist. She'd had an internal orgasm.  She'd never experienced before.  It
was a new world to her.  She wouldn't let me go.  We had fallen back in
love again after all these years.

You want to know about Tony?  My beautiful boy? He kept being my little
lover boy.  He wouldn't have much to do with his mom.  She knew she'd lost
him. He went through the perfunctory mother's day card thing. It would be
signed, Tony.  No `love,' Tony or `with all my love'......she got the
message.  She knew exactly why she'd lost him and why she'd never have him
back until she started putting out to me. She made the mistake of
confronting him when he was about sixteen about the way he treated her.

"What do you mean the way I treat you, Mom?  Am I disrespectful?"

"No never."

"Am I rude to you?"

"You know you're not!"

"Then what's the problem, Mom?"

"I'm your Mother, Tony! You never show me any affection."  The minute it
came out of her mouth she knew she'd been `checked' and `mated.' She hadn't
gone out of her way to show his dad much affection all these years, what
did she expect?  She, of all people, knew how much he loved his dad.  Tony
was his dad's personal cheering section. Tony looked at her, raised one
eyebrow, smiled and walked away.  That action was more devastating to her
than an avalanche of words.

Tony never failed to do anything she asked him to.  He did any chore she
asked without grumbling but that made it all the worse for her. He kept his
distance from her with a `noblesse oblige' attitude. He was polite to her
and courteous but he dealt with her like she was a necessary nuisance. If
he had been hostile, angry with her she could've handled that but he was
consistently pleasant.  Not too little but not too much to encourage
either.

Did he ever sit on his old man's dick?  Oh yeah! That kid worked and worked
at stretching his ass until one morning after his fourteenth birthday he
managed to take it all.  Damn, was he proud of himself.  I swear he grew a
foot that day.  His Uncle Sal had been working with him teaching him to
clean and prepare himself.

"You gotta' get everything out, Tony.  You can't have anything in there and
take a man like your dad.  He ain't human!  He's my big Bubba and I love
him dearly but it took me months to take him when we were kids.

Why this obsession to take your old man? .....I don't have the slightest
feeling you're gay.  Your dad doesn't expect you to do this.  Especially,
if you're gonna' be straight and give him grand kids."

"Uncle Sal, help me, this is important to me.  I'll tell you `cause I know
I can trust you not to tell dad.  Since I was nine or ten I've wanted to
feel him inside me.  I ain't attracted to guys......well, except you Uncle
Sal I think your pretty cute."

"Spare me......" Sal rolled his eyes.

"There's just something about my old man I have to have. I ain't gonna' be
happy until I feel him all the way inside me.  I need to wrap my love
around him and that love being my body.  It's almost like God is telling me
to do it.  It's important! I've thought about it a lot.  I have some of the
answers but not all of them. If I can once get him in me, then to have him
fuck me `til he shoots his seed in my body is icing on the cake.

I don't want to be his woman.  Dad would never treat me that way to begin
with.  I made a promise to my mother one day in the heat of an argument
that if she didn't start putting out more to him sooner or later, I was
gonna' offer him my ass.  I don't want to take my mothers place.  I don't
want to be Dad's wife. I don't look at this as playing a feminine role.  I
want my dad to be able to get himself off by fucking his buddy.  When he
fucks you, or I fuck you......do we try to make you a woman?"

"No!  Of Course not.  You make me feel more like a man than Bubba does.
You have a totally different style and approach to fucking than your old
man and if I may say so.......you've excelled your teacher!"

"Damn!  That's sweet Uncle Sal. Ya' got one coming for that!  What I'm
trying to say is, no kid has ever had a relationship with their dad like
ours. We have been this way since about my ninth birthday.  We were drawn
to each other like magnets.  He couldn't hide his love from me if he wanted
to. I was pretty open with mine, too.  We would run around naked in front
of each other when mom was at work.  He never told me not to touch his
dick.  I use to love to smell his sweaty balls when he'd come home from a
hard days work and then went to the gym.  He wouldn't jump in the shower
after he got home......he'd sit and watch the news on T.V. drink a beer and
let me lay in his lap to sniff his balls.

Damn he smelled good.  I wanted to smell like him.  I wanted to be a man
like him. I wanted to eat him. Not sexually, but like a piece of food. I
wanted to consume him. I couldn't get enough of him. He never pushed but I
knew in my heart he wanted me with him as much as I wanted to be. I've seen
other dad's ignore their kids and send them away.  Dad would've never done
that to me.  If I needed to be with him for any reason, his arms and heart
were open to me.

One day he lifted his big balls up and placed them over my face. They
covered my mouth, nose and eyes.  I didn't dare move.  I was in heaven
smelling his big set of balls that close. Then he told me he knew how much
I liked to sniff his balls.  He wouldn't care if I wanted to taste `em and
maybe clean `em up for him.  He was gonna' get into the shower in a minute
and that smell would be gone.  He saved it just for me.

Well, Uncle Sal, my old man could've brought me home the most expensive
bike or any present and it would pale to the present he gave me that
afternoon. He told me not to be shy all boys liked to explore and smell
their dad's bodies. I stuck my tongue out not knowing what to expect.  I
ran it all around on the underside of his ball sack.  It was just laying
there gently on my face.  When I pulled my tongue back in and tasted my
dad's flavor I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.  Never tasted anything
that good in my life.

It was his essence.  It was him.  It was the smell that still gets my dick
harder than anything when I shove my head in his crotch.  I cleaned his
balls that day and have every day I could since.  It's almost a ritual with
us.  One that I have come to consider sacred and I know he feels the same
way.  It's almost a holy time between us.  Laugh if you will but that's how
I feel."

"Your uncle is the last to laugh and the first to know what you're talking
about.  When Bubba wants a quick blow job after his work out, I get my nose
close to his crotch and many times I've dropped my load before I got him
off just from his smell.

Since we were kids and he use to crawl in my bed and fuck me he had the
most intoxicating smell.  A clean, masculine smell.  You have it, too,
Tony.  You ain't aware of it but you do.  And, hon, yours is even more
powerful than your old man's.  Stop laughing!  It's true, Goddamn it!"

"You know, Dad taught me to jack off?"

"Yeah, he told me abut that.  He was worried he was turning queer `cause he
felt he had to take your come.  Now he tells me he's over that.  He don't
waste no time with the jacking part he goes straight for the blow job.

Never in a million years would I ever thought my Bubba would even consider
going down on another man let alone suck him to climax.  Will wonders never
cease?  Funny thing about it.......rather than knock my idol off his
pedestal.....it's raised him up several notches.  I'm able to see how he's
grown and become a much bigger man.  It would seem that he has a need to
consume you as well.  The need to consume the object of our love in not a
new concept in psychology, you know?"

"Yeah, Uncle Sal! But my point is,....how many kids have to find out about
jacking off by themselves and some suffer great guilt feelings about it.
How many have their old man hold them in his arms, tell them what it's all
about and does it the first time for you to show you how.  Then there
couldn't be anything wrong with it if my dad taught me how to do it.  Hell,
I can't tell you how many times we jacked off together. Of all the men in
the world, my dad ain't gay.  He takes my come for the same reason I have
to feel the organ that spit me out, inside my body.  Can you understand
that?  Does that sound crazy to you?"

"Not at all.  I knew you and your dad were close but I didn't realize how
deep your love ran. No pun intended, Dear. One could almost equate it to
the Eucharist.  Certainly it's a communion between you.  Almost and
reaffirmation of your love and faith in each other.  These are symbolic
metaphors that's best left alone if you're happy and satisfied with the
relationship."

"I am and he is......I just need this and I think he does too. We need this
to complete something.  Don't ask me what, I don't know but he feels it and
it's stronger in me. He'd never admit it but he wants to feel himself
inside me.

Help me, Uncle Sal. You can teach me. I know you can.  I swear to you on
all that's sacred, you do this for me and I'll personally fuck you once a
week for a year."

"That, young man, knowing the size of your cock, is an offer I can't
refuse!  Oh dear God!  I'm beginning to see the end.......I see it
clearly........the Portrait of Dorian Grey......I'm becoming that jaded old
fairy that seduces his nephew.  Heaven help me!  Look, no deal! I'll teach
you but you gotta' do what I say.  Promise?"  Tony nodded.

"Come back to the gym Friday afternoon...help me close and I'll be ready
for you in the back room."  Sal genuflects.

"I love you, Uncle Sal."

"Love you too, Tony."

Tony was there to help Sal close up.  Sal told Tony how to clean himself
but he'd never tried it.  Sal sent him to the corner drug store for his on
clean out equipment.  Sal sent him to the showers to clean his ass out.
Tony did as instructed.  After Tony told his uncle he was clean, Sal made
him take a full bag and watched it as it came out.  He was clean.

Sal led Tony back to his personal dungeon he rented to his kinkier
customers.  He swore Tony to secrecy.  His brother knew nothing about this
room and that's the way he wanted it.  Tony swore he wouldn't tell. Sal
showed Tony how to get up into the sling so his ass was readily available.

On a table next to Sal was eight or nine rubber husbands of increasing
sizes.  Tony saw immediately what Sal planned and had no problems.  Of
course, that was the logical way to go about it.  Starting him small and
working him up.  Sal was gentle and patient with his nephew.  He began to
enjoy their Friday afternoon sessions.  Sometimes his nephew insisted he
get in the sling and Tony would fuck Sal.  Sal had to admit for a fourteen
year old kid his nephew was a pretty damn good fuck.  Well, why wouldn't he
be, look who his old man is?

After a couple of months, Tony was taking some of Sal's biggest dildos but
still not as big as his dad. I had no idea this was going on and laughed my
ass off later when Sal and Tony related the story to me.

One afternoon when I was horny as hell I dropped by the gym, did my workout
and hung around hoping I could get a little Bubba butt.  Sal was all for it
but had a favor attached. Afterward, he wanted to make a plaster cast of my
dick. He has a new hobby.  He's making life like replicas of all his
friends dicks and he needs mine to start the collection; to say nothing of
dressing it up in doll cloths and setting it on the mantle.  I didn't think
anything about it. Sal's always doing crazy things. He wants a copy of
Bubba's cock, he can have it!

We fucked and cleaned up.  He gave me one hell of a fuck that afternoon.  I
could've gone on longer but he and I both had obligations. He had every
thing ready and the cast was done in less than thirty minutes.  He told me
he had a friend that would cast it in a pliable rubber.  He promised I
could see it after it was done.

The Big Bruno dildo was made and Sal had it ready for Tony's next visit.
Sal didn't say anything.  He thought he'd see if he could get it up Tony's
butt first.  It might have a negative effect if he told him it was a copy
of his dad's dick. His ass hole might freeze up or something.......you
never know......it could happen!

Sal opened him up with a couple of smaller ones.  Tony would play with his
cock as his uncle worked on loosening his muscle.  Tony thought about how
much he had come to enjoy these afternoons with his uncle.  He looked
forward to them. Sal made sure Tony's ass was high enough and head back far
enough he couldn't see what dildo Sal was using.  Tony quickly open up that
day and was taking the big ones with ease.

Then Sal lubed up Big Bruno.  It was touch and go but Tony thought he could
do it.  Sal wouldn't let him see the dildo.  Told Tony not to get up or
look under any circumstances. It was psychologically better if he didn't
see how much larger the next size was.  Tony agreed to follow Sal's every
order to the letter.  Sal started fucking Tony with the head and could feel
him dilating more and more. Sal kept alternating his fingers to stretch
Tony.  Tony was right at the threshold.  He only needed a small push.

Sal broke open a fresh bottle of poppers and told Tony what they were.
That it would make his head woozy for a minute but it would open his butt
hole.  Tony was skeptical but tried it.  About the second or third hit of
poppers, Tony's ass dilated to become slightly smaller than the Grand
Canyon. Sal laughed to himself.  He'd seen Atlas missile silos that were
smaller.

Sal easily slipped his Bubba's replica in his nephews ass; not just a
little but to the base.  He was sure it didn't hit either wall of Tony's
lower track.

"How's that feel Darlin'?"

"Oh, Uncle Sal. None of them other dildos compares to this one.  This one's
bigger but it's comfortable.  Feel's like it was made for my ass."  Sal bit
his own tongue to keep from falling on the floor laughing. He couldn't look
at his nephew for a minute.

"Something wrong, Uncle Sal?"

"Ugggh, no, Sweetheart I was just thinking about something and bit my
tongue.  Ever done that?"

"Yeah, it hurts but not this dildo, Uncle Sal.  It's sweet.  Fuck me a
little with it, please!" Sal started playing with it, pulling it out,
fucking Tony's butt. Sal would pull about half of it out and then sink of
it to Tony's ooouus and awwws.

"Damn, Uncle Sal.  That's a fine dido.  Let it rest for a minute or I'm
gonna' shoot my load too soon. Is this one bigger than the last one?"

"A little bit but not that much. I think it's just better shaped."  Sal
fucked him some more and he had no problems getting fucked or taking it to
the hilt. "I've got a leather strip tied around and through so if it slips
all the way in I can simply pull it out.  How `bout I wipe the grease off
your little butt, you get out of the sling and we can sit in the spa for a
while. Just leave that one in you and let it stretch you.  I'll get us a
beer."

"This one's so comfortable I think I could wear it for a while.....sure
Uncle Sal.  The warmth will help expand my ass."

"Well, it just might help."  Sal cleaned the boy up and Tony gingerly got
down from the sling.  Sal got them two beers and they sat in the hot tub
spa.  Sal didn't turn the bubbles on so he could talk quietly to Tony.

"Thanks for the beer, Uncle Sal, dad lets me have one at home every now and
then.  Especially if I promise to give him a blow job.  Damn, Uncle Sal.
Never though I'd say this but this is a dildo I could fall in love with.
Could I get one of these for myself?"

"Ohhhh, I just might be able to get you one.  Still feel comfortable,
Dear?"

"Oh fuck, Uncle Sal.....it not only feels like it was made for my ass, it
feels like it's a part of me."  Sal almost drowned in the spa from
laughter.  Poor Tony smiled but was clueless.

"Well, I've got to tell you this. I can't keep it a secret a moment longer.
Congratulations, Tony you passed the dildo test.  And, there's a very good
reason that dildo feels so comfortable; like it's a part of you.  It is a
part of you, Kiddo!"

"Not sure I understand, Uncle Sal.  Is this dildo bigger'n my dad?"

"You told me you wanted me to teach you to take your dad up you butt,
right?"

"Yes Sir. With all my heart."

"Well, come over here and give Uncle Sal a hug."

Tony sat his beer down and moved to the center of the spa and put his arms
around his uncle.  Sal moved his hand down to feel if any of the dildo had
slipped out in the hot water.  To his surprise it had gone all the way into
Tony's ass and only the leather string hung out his hole.  Sal laughed.

"It must feel comfortable.....it's slipped all the way in."

"Yeah, I felt it after I got in the spa.  But it felt so good I didn't say
anything."  Sal looked deep into Tony's eyes.

"Tony, my dearest most favored nephew, you have a replica of you dad's
monster in your butt."  Tony stood frozen for a long moment.  Then this big
grin started across his face.  He looked at his uncle, Tony was about to
cry. Tony kissed his uncle full on the mouth a passionate kiss. Sal didn't
hold back.....he damn well earned that kiss.

"See why I bit my tongue and damn near drowned my ass a minute ago?  You
kept going on about how comfortable it felt......."

"Yeah, yeah, and it felt like it was made for my ass!"  Tony started
laughing, "and you're right!  It is a part of me.  How the hell did you get
it?" Tony asked.  Sal told him the story as Tony laughed his considerably
filled ass off.

Tony decided he had to leave it in for at least and hour and could he come
by every afternoon this next week.  All Sal would have to do was insert it
and let him wear if for a couple of hours.  When he got ready to try his
dad he didn't want to stop `til he hit the base.  Sal said yes.

Tony faithfully came back every afternoon that next week.  When Sal took it
out the first afternoon, Tony cried and kissed the dildo.  He couldn't
believe how much it looked like his dad's cock.  The fourth afternoon Tony
succeeded in inserting it himself and was very proud.

Friday he got to the gym early.  His uncle was busy so he went to the back
and sat on his dad's replica.  It slipped right in.  He cleaned any extra
grease from his ass, put his gym shorts on and went to help his uncle close
and clean up. It took them about an hour and a half to finish.

"Well, come on, young man, time we got some Bubba dick in you."

"Ooooops,!"  said Tony, "I've been wearing it for the last hour and a
half."  Sal laughed at his nephew.

"And how does my big Bubba's dick feel in my nephew this afternoon?"

"Comfortable.  Like it was made for my ass.  Like it belongs there.  Like
it's a part of me.  Like I know he's gonna' feel"

"You know, Tony, I always felt that way about Bubba's dick.  It was the
most comfortable dick I ever had up my butt and it felt like it was made
for my ass.  He'd shit his pants if he knew we were taking about him this
way!"  they both laughed.

Tony was getting ready to leave the gym when Sal handed Tony a package.

"This is your dad's dick, Son.  I can have another made from the cast. Hide
it somewhere in your room where your mother won't run across it.  Then
after your dad fucks you silly tomorrow get it and ask him if he'd fuck you
with this one.  See if he recognizes his own dick."  Tony hugged and kissed
his uncle.

"I knew you'd help me Uncle Sal."

"You tell Bubba, I expect a phone call immediately after your first Bubba
fucking!  Tell him I plan to come over and help you hang the bloody sheets
over the balcony!"  Sal threw back his head in laugher.  Even Tony got that
joke.

"I love you so much, Uncle Sal."

"Not half as much as I love you, Tony.  You are truly the apple of my
Bubba's eye.  The way he refers to you is certainly true."

"How's that, Uncle Sal?"

"His beautiful boy......"

That Saturday afternoon seemed like any other.  Tony didn't over play his
hand. When his mother left for work he waited for a while then came to get
in bed with me.  He lay in my arms and swapped spit with me.  The little
shit knew how to get his old man aroused.  I was hard as a rock.

"You know, Dad........ I haven't tried to sit on your old dick for
.........how long?"

"Lemme' think.  Memorial day weekend eight months ago.  Remember, your mom
went to stay a couple of days with her sister, Aunt Breen.  We had the
place to ourselves almost the whole weekend.

That was the weekend you wanted to play with the belt again. We did and I
was so worried your mom was gonna' see your butt.  Holy shit, it was worse
than before but you kept hollering harder dad, for God sakes......."  I
roared with laughter.

"Why, Scout, you think it's time to try again?"

"Would you mind?"

"What have I always told you?"

"You didn't care if I tried as long as you were awake to make sure I didn't
hurt myself."

"Good boy.  Think you're gonna' hit a home run this time, Son."

"Can't say, Dad.  You're so damn big but I feel lucky today.  I'll get some
grease."  he padded off to his room and returned with some kind of
lubricant his uncle gave him.  He greased his little hole real good and
grease me up too.  Then he did something he hadn't done before.

"Remember how I sat on you hand?"

"Yeah, you want me to play with your little hole and loosen you up."

"Would you mind, Dad?"

"Get your little butt up here where I can get to it."  Tony turned around
and put his ass by my side and grabbed his legs with both arms to pull them
to his chest.  I started to loosen him up.

Damn, his little hole was dilating fast.  I almost had half my hand in and
was working more in. He just let me keep on. I wasn't going to quit until
he told me to.  I worked his ass for about half and hour.

"That should be enough dad.  Thanks. Nobody plays with my butt like my dad.
Wager, Dad?"

"Sure name your stakes."

"If I can't do it I'll wash and wax your truck.  If I can, the first
weekend mom takes off......you'll get your big wide belt and whip some of
the meanness out of your boy."

"You ain't got a mean bone in your body, Son.  But I'll accept that
wager....I win either way!"

"That's the only way I'd wager with my old man."  I thought for a minute I
was gonna' tear up but I pinched my arm instead.

"Gimme' a kiss for good luck, Dad."  I took the little shit in my arms and
once again my old dick got rock hard; thinking about the possibility of my
boy and I reaching one of our goals we set for ourselves several years ago.
He positioned himself over my dick and secured the head at his little hole.


"Now I know how Evil Carnivel felt just before he jump the fountain in
Vegas."  he got me laughing so hard I didn't notice he had shoved backwards
and had half my dick up his butt.  Damn it felt good.  He can't go further,
I thought. He looked me in the eye, winked, took a deep breath, pulled off
about two inches, pushed back hard and I watched in amazement as the rest
disappeared up my boys butt.

Fuck!  He'd done it!

Well, his hard ass old dad's eyes started leaking.  That started him
leaking and there was water running all over the damn place.  He put his
arms around my neck and I put mine around his waist.

"You little shit!  You done it!  I'm so proud of you! It feels every bit as
good as I though it would."

"Kiss me, Dad."  He didn't have to ask twice.  As we kissed and kissed I
could feel him opening up even more and taking the last of me into him.  He
lay his head on my chest and held on.

Then he started raising a little and sliding back down my pole.  I was
amazed.  Tony was so proud of himself.  He'd raise up almost half way then
slid back down to the base.  Damn, he felt good.  I knew if he could handle
it he was gonna' get fucked by his dad this afternoon.

That was the first time his old man fucked him.  We made it a good one.
It's what he wanted to do for his dad and I couldn't see any harm in
it. After we were done and I pulled out of him he asked me to let him run
to his bedroom for a minute.  Wait for him.

Didn't take him long and he returned with a long box.  He undid the lid and
looked at me and smiled.

"Now would you fuck me with this, Dad?"  I looked in the box and there was
a rubber cock, really lifelike looking, in the box.  I looked closer and
damned if it weren't about the same size as mine.  I looked closer and the
numbers began to add up.  It was a copy of my dick.

"I'll be damned.  Looks real. Lemme' see it!"  We were both laughing.

"Ain't it beautiful, Dad?  Uncle Sal had it made just for me."

"I know he did.......you two......" I grabbed him and hugged him tight.

"We ain't through yet. I promised you'd call Uncle Sal right after.  He
deserves that from both of us."  I picked up the cell phone and punched the
number for the gym.  Sal came on the line and I started laughing.  "Babby
Bro........?"  I started laughing.

"Well, Bubba.......do I get to come over and help hang out he bloody sheets
on the balcony?"

"You son of a bitch, you get more than that.  My kid can't say enough good
things about his uncle and you know what?"

"What Bubba?"

"I think he's right!  Here, I'll let you talk to him...."

"Uncle Sal?"

"Yes, Sweetbaby?"

"The Eagle has landed!"  Tony through back his head and laughed
uproariously.  I could hear Sal's laugh on the other in of the phone.

"How was you old man for the first time?"

"Fucking fantastic!  Pun intended!"  I could hear Sal go off again.

"I'm happy for the both of you.  I think I fully understand what you were
trying to tell me that afternoon you begged me to help you.  I can tell in
both your voices you graduated."

"Uncle Sal?"

"Yes, Sweetbaby......?"

"Thank you so much, and I love you very much!"

"I gotta' hang up now Tony I'm gonna' cry......bye, Son!"  Tony heard a
click of the receiver.  He looked at me and winked and we fell together
laughing our ass's off.

Tony went on to tell me the rest of the story and had both of us in
tears. We were laughing so hard I though I broke something loose
inside. There was a moment of silence between us.  Tony's eyes met mine and
without a word we embraced in a kiss that was one of the most powerful
moments of my life.  He pulled away.

"I love you so much, old man."

"Not a whit more than I love you, Son."

"Is our love wrong, Dad?"

"Oh shit!  I'm sure a lot of folks might think so. I don't!  Do you?"

"Oh, hell, no!  I see all these guys at school that have feuding
relationships with their dads and they hate their dads.  I just think how
Goddamn lucky I am to have a dad like you and then I want to scream at
them......take your clothes off, lay down with your old man, take time to
talk to him, get to know him, make love to him, clean his balls for him, do
anything for him, then come back and tell me how you feel about him.  I
really don't care what the rest of the world thinks about our
relationship.......like Uncle Sal said.....if it works for us, why worry
about it.

Even though we were sharing some very intimate times I felt more and more
secure in our choice.  It only solidified our love.  His buddies couldn't
understand why he wouldn't go with them sometime because this was his
weekend to spend with his old man. Spend a weekend with your old man?
What, was he crazy?  Tony would smile and shake his head, `yes.'  He'd
smile and tell them, "That's right, `crazy' `bout my old man!"

Tony seemed to have a genuine interest in girls and none in boys. A dad can
tell about that sort of thing.  He wasn't faking it to ease my mind.  He'd
date, share every detail and then ask my advise.  I'd talk to him but I
ain't no paragon of information about women.  I like's to fuck `em but what
makes `em tick.......?  If I knew that I wouldn't be fucking my beautiful
boy. Kind a' glad I don't know what makes `em tick!"

He never expressed interest in other boys except as buddies. When it came
to his old man, it was a different story. Tony would get hard just laying
next to me. Until the day he left for college he was still cleaning his old
man's balls and either sucking me off or giving his little ass up to me two
or three times a week.

I think he did it to spite his mother. If she wasn't gonna' give his old
man what he needed he sure as hell was!  We were a team.  We had it down to
the nat's ass. I learned how he best liked his old man to fuck him and
could get him off within minutes of deciding we'd had enough.

I'd wait `til I could feel him trying to bite my dick off with his little
ass and it would trip my switch every time.  I'd empty my all into my
beautiful boy.  The best part was the love we made afterward.  That kid
became a first rate lover.  He told me years later his wife Fran wanted to
know who taught him to be such a hot, romantic lover.  He just smiled when
he told me that.

Tony got his rocks off every time his old man fucked him.  I saw to that!
Funny thing, I continued to take his come.  Still do.  Sal said he didn't
think that made me queer......just had a deep love for my boy and that was
my way of showing him how much I loved him. I got to where I took him
sooner and sooner until one afternoon I told him.....awwh to hell with
it....your old man's gonna' suck you off and I did.  Haven't stopped since.

His mother threw Tony for a loop one afternoon.

"Is your dad fucking you, Tony?"  Tony was ready.  He slowly turned to her.

"WHAT?  Yeah, mom, dad's fucking me!  RIGHT!"  Well,......he didn't lie to
his mother.  She never asked again.

After Tony and Fran had been married for a year they were going through a
rough adjustment period but I didn't try to give advice about his marriage.
Fran called me up one night in tears.  Tony had left her, she loves him,
please Dad would you find him and tell him.  I told her I'd try.

"Well,....I knew right were he was.....his uncle had gotten off by himself
and called me on his cell phone to tell me Tony was with him.  He was
crying and talking.

"He didn't want to run to you, Bubba.  He thinks now that he's married
you've pulled back from him and he can't be open with you anymore.  He said
you haven't even hugged him in over a year."

"Sal, I've been trying to give him his space.  To be his own man.  I knew
when he took a wife our relationship would change. I expected it to. You
don't think his old man hasn't sat on the can pounding his pud thinking
about his beautiful boy he doesn't have anymore?"

"Then the two of you are idiots.  When will you learn to listen to your
baby brother, Bubba!  I told you a month after the marriage, you can't have
a relationship like you and Tony had and just cut it off, cold turkey!  If
you did, it was gonna' screw up both your lives.

I've watched you go through the motions of living Bubba since Tony got
married.  You ain't living! You're in your own hell........so's your kid!
Why can't you have it all!  Does a fucking fairy have to knock some sense
into your heads.  Get your ass over here right now.  I ain't gonna' tell
Tony you're on your way. Let yourself in with your key.  We'll be in the
back.  Don't even gimme' no shit, Bubba!"

My baby brother hung up on me.  I laughed to myself.  Sal was never
assertive with me. I knew he could be if he felt strongly about something
and that would be his love for Tony.  He adores that kid!  I figured I
better do what my little brother told me, with my hat in my hand.

I told Sherl what was going on and I was leaving for the gym. I'd call if I
was going to be late.  I got to the gym and quietly let myself in and
walked silently to Sal's living area.  I heard them talking as I
approached.

"Uncle Sal what's wrong with me?  I have a great job I love. Fran just gave
me twin boys.  I have a wonderful family, you, mom, dad and a passel of
other aunts and uncles.  Something comes over me sometimes like a hole in
my gut that I can't fill.  It eats at me until I do things to hurt others.
You know that's not my way.  I'll walk away from a fight.  Not because I'm
afraid but because I don't want to hurt the other guy. It just seems like
something's missing in my life."

"Sometimes the obvious is the last thing we think of when we're looking for
what's missing."

"I don't understand, Uncle Sal."

"It's obvious to me what you're missing........"  At that moment I walked
in and stood in the doorway.  Sal looked up and Tony turned his head to see
what he was looking at.  I opened my arms to my beautiful boy.

"Daddy......."  He ran to me and was once again in my arms.  He didn't call
me Dad......my beautiful little boy called out for his daddy.  We hugged,
kissed and cried in each others arms.  Then Sal walked over and we included
him. The three of us crying together.  We were a mess but a good mess.
Some epiphanies were born that evening.

I called Sherl and told her I was staying the night with Sal and Tony.  We
had some things to work out and that I'd call Fran.  Sherl understood.  I
called Fran and she was so happy to know he was safe and with his dad. I
told her I'd drive him home in the morning.  We needed to talk.

She understood and then added, "Please Dad, when you have a chance I need
to talk to you, too.  I won't keep you in suspense.  Tony won't admit it
but he misses you so much it eats him up.  He gets in these moods that no
one can get through. He needs one on one time with you, Dad.  You two
haven't spent thirty minutes alone since Tony and I've been married.
Please, Dad.  He needs you.  I know Tony loves me but Dad you gotta' help
me out here. I can't compete with the person he most loves in his
life......that's you Dad; nor should I have to compete. I love you, too!
I'll gladly share him with you.  There's enough love in Tony to go around."
I started crying in the phone.

"All I wanted to do was give you two space, Fran.  I haven't gone out of my
way to see Tony because I felt we'd see the two of you when you could spare
the time."

"I know, Dad, and I told Tony that but he thinks you've abandoned him.
Look Dad.  Take one weekend a month.  The two of you go fishing, get away
by yourselves. He needs you, Dad."

"I had no idea, Fran.....I'm so sorry.  I'll talk to him about it.  Love
you, Darlin'"

"I love you too, Dad.  See you tomorrow."

That night we had a couple of beers, cried some more, sat in the spa, then
we moved to Sal's huge orgy bed and lay there talking quietly.

"I've been a fool, Son."

"No, Dad!  I'm the fool."

"You're both fools......!" Tony and I broke up laughing at Sal.  He was
right!

We were laying there with no clothes on.  Tony reached over as if it were
the most natural thing he could do and took my dick in his hand.

"I haven't wanted to admit to myself how much I need you, Dad.  Uncle Sal's
right.  He knew all along what the gnawing in my gut was; what the empty
hole in my soul was.  You created a monster with your beautiful son, Dad.
I can't live my life without having some closeness with you.  And......if I
know my old man as well as I think I do.....this last year has been a
living hell for him, too."

"Your Ma's putting out now.  Anytime I snap my fingers. I'm getting it
three to five times a week and sometime twice on Sunday.  You'd think that
would be enough for a man my age.  But, if you define hell as sitting on
the can in the bathroom jacking off every other day for the last year
thinking about my beautiful boy.........yeah, Son, I guess you could call
it that.  How many times have I been here working out, Sal, staring off
into space and you've come by and called me an idiot?"

"Upwards of a thousand.......I always knew from that spaced look where he
was.  Lying in bed with you in his arms.  His dick would be sticking out of
his gym shorts to the glee of all my friends."

"Share your love with me, old man. I'm still your beautiful boy and he
needs his dad." Tony said, half question, half demand.

"I would gladly, but we have our host to consider."  I knew Sal was
overhearing this.

"Oh, you two don't worry about little ole me........ just play like I ain't
even here."

"Shut up, Uncle Sal!" Tony turned to him, "I would never be so selfish as
to leave my beloved uncle out.  I've taken care of you many times before
and I will tonight. If you need to clean yourself, get to it, you're gonna'
get fucked.  Speaking of which, I need to use your shower, too."

I made love to the two most important men in my life that night.  I climbed
into Tony's butt and he took his uncle.  We lay there hooked together,
talking, laughing, making love, fucking, laughing some more, fucking, `til
the wee hours of the morning.

We took Fran's advice.  She wasn't only a beautiful woman, she was a smart
one.  She loves her husband.  Tony and I go fishing together one weekend a
month.  Alone, just him and me.  That did the trick for the both of us.  At
least we knew we had one forty-eight hour period to be together out of
every month.  Of course we spent every holiday together with our families.

  Tony changed overnight.  He was together.  Nothing bothered him.  Fran
was thrilled and couldn't do enough for me. She joked with me she was
gonna' put the kabosh on our weekends `cause after a weekend with his dad
she couldn't give him enough.  She confided she could never get enough of
Tony so the added attention was A-Okay with her.  Everyone of their kids
were conceived the night follow a weekend with his dad.  Tony's problems at
work vanished and eventually he was raised to rank of Captain in the fire
department.

We actually learned to fish.  We've had great times together.  In all these
years we've never missed but one weekend and it was rescheduled. The family
all the way down to the kids know that this coming weekend was dad and
granddads weekend to go fishing.

Once in a while we'll take Sal with us.  He's a trooper even though he
hates fishing.  He sure loves laying in between his big Bubba and Bubba Jr.
Tony fucks the snot out of his uncle.

Sal winks at me and declares his Bubba Jr. is the only decent fucking he
gets anymore. Sal's grown to love Tony more and more.  He was the one who
started calling Tony, Bubba Jr.  Tony loved it and it caught on with
everyone.  Even his mom calls him Bubba Jr. half the time.

After dinner on Sunday that Labor Day weekend I announced that the men were
going out for a beer....be back in a while.  We went for a beer at Sal's
gym.  He's got a nice fuck pad set up in the back now.  Tony loves his
Uncle Sal as much as I do.

Tony's dick turned out to be just about the same size as mine was before
the injections. Today we were gonna' remedy that.  Sal had a fresh batch.
He shot Tony up.  Tony works out too and looks great.  Sal offered me
another and I thought......fuck it.....I'm the man of the house if I bring
her home a bigger piece of meat so much the better.  Sal gave me the shot.

We got our clothes off and it was so great to hold my little boy in my arms
again.  We swapped spit and Sal joined us.  Tony loves Sal and fucks him
regularly.  They have a standing Friday evening fuck and Tony rarely
misses.

"Uncle Sal......I need to feel that tight little butt on my dick.  I'm
gonna' sit on the old man's big dick.  I ain't had that big fucker in me in
a while but we got a weekend coming up soon.  My hole is about to grow shut
and I worked too damn hard to stretch it enough to take him."  To feel my
kid take me up his clean little butt brings tears to my old eyes.

He gets all the way to the base, I fold my arms around his front and kiss
him behind the ear. His love, his body, surrounding the organ that produced
him, he once again becomes my beautiful little boy.  I'd forgotten how much
I needed that feeling.  It was beyond sex.

Ain't trying to get around the fact that it is sex so I won't even try to
argue the point with a non-believer.  It doesn't mean the land of Oz don't
exist just `cause you ain't never been there.  Ever seen Paris?  No?  How
do you know it's there? There just damn well may be, over the next rainbow,
a land that you heard of, once in a lullaby.

I'm grateful for this short time. This small bit of extra time aside from
out weekends together.  Tony's love never stops flowing. He loves his kids,
he loves his wife, he loves his mom and Uncle Sal. I don't have to say he
loves me, it's something I carry with me every minute of the day.  I know I
tell him I love him too much but I can't help it.  Something urges me to
tell him, especially today, again and again.

"I love you so Goddamn much, Son."  My boy's thirty two years old, a
Captain in the fire department, father of four boys and four girls, turns
and offers his mouth to his hungry dad.  We drink deeply of each other as
he clamps down on my old dick with his hole and wiggles his butt to make
sure he has all of his old man in him.  He wouldn't think of cheating his
dad.

"Come on, Uncle Sal......look at that baby....look how hard that mother
is........it's got your name written all over it.......just imagine how
good that big dick's gonna' feel soaking in your butt......can't you just
feel it slipping in......give it up to your favorite nephew......might make
you feel almost as good as the whopper I'm sittin' on."

"Damn Tony, you talk some shit just like your old man.  Have to say it
looks mighty inviting......Oh, what the hell.  Sal turns, Tony directs his
dick to his uncles hole. It disappears into Sal and he slides down it like
a fire pole.

"Damn, you feel good, Uncle Sal, you been doing them butt exercises again.
Clamp down on that sucker and let me see.............Holy shit, Dad!  I
couldn't get my dick out if I wanted to......which I don't ......feels to
damn good, Uncle Sal.

We lay there talking, laughing, drinking, loving each other,
fucking..........loving some more.  I can't get enough of my boy.....I
don't want him to ever get off my dick. Hell, I ain't gay!  What the hell's
wrong with me.......there's something nagging at me to hold him, love him,
cherish him....... Sal feels it too.

Sal starts telling Tony how much he means to him.  He almost has my boy in
tears.  We lay there letting our dicks soak in one another for over and
hour. Occasionally taking a huge stroke in my boy's butt and him in his
uncle's.  They would both `ooouu', and `aaahh.'

We decided we'd shoot our loads, clean up and go home.  I shot a big one up
Tony's butt and he released his to his uncle at the same time.  Sal got his
all over Tony and me.  We laughed.  Something's strange.  Something's
different.  I don't say anything to dampen the glow of the wonderful
afternoon we spent together.

Tony usually lets me do the fucking.  He loves the way his old man fucks
him.  This time he got both Sal and me off fucking me with his butt and Sal
with his dick.  I kidded him about it.

"Forgive me this one time, Dad.  I needed to do it for the both of you to
show you how much I love you. It was one of the nicest times the three of
us ever had together.  Give me a hug and a kiss, Uncle Sal."

We drove back in silence.  We didn't need to say anything.  There was so
much love in the car there wasn't room for words.  Words were not needed.
It was a sacred time between men.  It was a holy time. The three us could
almost feel the presence of God."

The rest of the day went too quickly.  I played with the kids.  Talked with
all of them.  Sherl was taking pictures.  Tony took his mother aside to a
bedroom. He put his arms around her, kissed her and held her tight. Again
there were no words needed.  His mother knew. He had let go of the past.

He had forgiven and her joy was overwhelming. She began to cry in his arms
and he comforted her assuring her of his love. He joked with her and told
her he thought she had the best damn husband in the world. She even agreed
with him. He kissed her again and asked her forgiveness.

She told him there was nothing to forgive, it had been her fault.  That
time she was so angry with him it was because every word he said was the
truth.  She felt horrible listening to the screams of her baby boy and when
she later came into his room, pulled down the covers and saw the belt marks
and bruises she never forgave herself.

Tony laughed to himself.  He wasn't about to tell her about the session he
had with his dad after she left for work that day.  His old man worked his
ass over good and Tony shot his load every time. His dad remembered his
promise and let him sit on his big hand.  Shot all over his old man as they
laughed and held on tight to each other.

For a week his damn ass was sore but every time he rubbed his ass and
smiled at his dad, they both got a hard-on.  They laughed and kidded each
other about that day for years. The only other person they told was Sal.
They had him laughing his ass off at their antics.

It was a wonderful day. I didn't want them to leave.  I wanted Tony to stay
with me.  I didn't care the responsibilities my boy had.  He was mine
Goddamn it!  He belonged to me!  Stay with me, Son, don't go, I wanted to
scream at him, all the while smiling and waving goodbye.

Oh God, dear God in heaven......Holy Mother, Jesus, anyone up there
listening,.....please, help me!  What was I thinking.....my son's a grown
man with eight children of his own.  God, I hurt so bad, deep in my gut. I
love him so.

Everyone left and we were alone. Sherl thought to offer herself would bring
me out of my funk.  I couldn't that night.  I didn't want to hurt
her......I just couldn't do it.  At least I sent my beautiful boy home with
the warmth of his dad's love inside him. A metaphor? Not this time!  He
wore my love inside him.

Tony called later in the evening.  They got home okay.  He talked to his
mom and then to me.

"Hey, old man!  That was a good one you put in there.  I can still feel it!
It's keeping me warm knowing a part of my old man's inside me.  I'm proud
that a lot of my old man is in me.  I love you, Dad.  More than there are
stars in the sky or hours in forever; with teddy bear hugs and butterfly
kisses.  Goodnight, Dad, say goodnight to mom."

"We love you too, Sweet baby, and I'll tell her for you.  Goodnight, Son."
I hung up the phone and added, "......... may flights of angels sing thee
to thy rest."  I broke down into heavy sobs and sat on the stairs with my
head in my hands.  Sherl didn't know what to do.  She just held me.  I
couldn't tell her why I was crying.  I didn't know.

Nine days later in the early morning we got a call from Fran.  Tony had
been on duty and was last seen leading eight of his men into the north
tower shortly before it collapsed.  My universe ground to a screeching
halt.  It may never start again.  How do you jump start a universe without
a butterfly's kiss?



The End
7/17/02
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