Date: Thu, 7 Oct 2010 22:11:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: H. Rick Cantwell <jockhunger@yahoo.com>
Subject: Halloween 16 Declans Tale 2

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      Making sure we were in a spot where Mr. Barnard had an unobstructed
view, Tiffany and I stripped ... starkers! My casual side glances at the
boys assured me that they were interested in seeing Tiffany naked again
... something they didn't see often.  Although they didn't stare like it
was the first time they had ever seen a woman naked, they showed more
interest in HER body than in mine.  Their expressions ranged from idle
curiosity to outright appreciation to pride in their mom's physique.
      Because our costumes weren't supposed to be authentic Ninja outfits
with Tabi Socks and all, Denny incorporated the footwear with rubber padded
soles into the one- piece outfit ... although the Tabi socks were sewn onto
the legs of the ourfit, tie strings and all.  I knew, after all these years
of owning Mr. Barnard's old business that any costume that could be made as
`one piece' meant less pieces to get lost ... or forgotten.  Beneath the
suit in each box was a shoto bokken ... the traditional wooden short sword
used for training Ninjas.
      As we donned our outfits, Tiffany and I both realized they were made
of the same clingy material that ballet dancers wear instead of the baggy
style one sees in the movies.  The front of the white outfit was
embroidered in metallic gold thread with a rampant dragon ... from breast
to belly button.  The black one had a crouching tiger motif embroidered
with pewter grey metallic thread.  Looking down, I saw its tail snaked down
toward my crotch ending on top of my ball sack.
      Attached to the back of the neck was a hood that could be pulled up
over the head and down under the chin, leaving only the eyes exposed.
      "The white ..." Denny said.
      "Is for our mutual safety," Tiffany said.
      "Always looking out for us, aren't you Denny."
      "Hey, what can I say.  You're my favorite f..." and then he changed
his usual response of `fuck buddies' to "family," ...apparently not wanting
to divulge too much of our sexual history with the boys.  "I didn't know
until tonight that you wouldn't be playing in traffic."
      "These are just perfect," I said admiring how my wife still had the
same shape as she had the day I married her.  After having four sons
sucking on her tits ... as babies ...  and five brothers, if you include
Denny, sucking on them ... as adults ... her breasts were still perky.
Even in the clingy fabric of the suit, they didn't droop.  But, of course,
Denny knew that, so he didn't sew in any added support for her.
      "Except, I think we need to cover that," Tiffany said, pointing to my
crotch.  "We're supposed to be setting a good example for the younger
generation."
      "I knew you were gonna say that," Denny said, pulling an overlay out
of his little bag of tricks.  With Velcro swiftness, he attached it to the
front of my outfit.  It was shoulder width at the top, narrowed at the
waist and descended down into a crotch cup.  It was made of black leather
and sculptured to look like I had a muscular chest and eight- pack abs.
      "I don't know if that crotch cup hides or accentuates Connors
endowment," Tiffany said.
      "You two talk it over and wear it whichever way you prefer.  I won't
be offended either way."
      We decided to take it with us in case I needed to put it on later but
the tiger motif was too beautiful to cover up ... even if it WAS
suggestive.
      Later, at the high school, we discovred the organizers had arranged
entertainment of all sorts ... stilt walkers, magicians, minstrels and
dancers to mention only a few.  Because of the venue, the kids were allowed
a lot of the Halloween treats so many other revelers at the other venues
were being denied.  There was a vendor making candy apples right before
your eyes and because everyone knew he was the only vendor, there were no
razor blade worries.  There was also a lady making fresh caramel popcorn
balls.  Cotton candy was handed out the way it was meant to be ... stuck to
the top of a paper cone, not stuffed into a plastic bag.  The aroma of
fresh roasting peanuts added to the evening a nice festive atmosphere, too.
      Along the outside perimeter of the running track were a series of
long cafeteria style tables decorated in an assortment of black and orange
motifs.  Moms and dads, who were not in costumes, stood behind them to
stand guard over the treats all the other parents had brought to pass out
until it was time for the Grand Parade.  The costumed parents were there to
mill around among the crowd on the football field to make sure the kids
behaved ... but the kids, of course, didn't know that, so they were all
having a good time.
      The idea was that when the Grand Parade started, each kid would pass
by and stop for a moment before the judges to be evaluated and then proceed
along the track to pick up their Halloween treats from the offerings on the
tables.  Instead of going door-to-door they would be going table to table
exclaiming, "Trick-or-Treat."  But, between 5 PM and 7 PM when the parade
would start, everyone was free to enjoy themselves.
      I turned to ask Declan and Devon if they were enjoying themselves
only to discover they were nowhere to be found.  `It's not like they can
get into any trouble in this crowd,' I thought.  Just then I remembered the
Halloween when I turned 16 and not only once but three times I had `gotten
into trouble' that night ... once with, as it turned out, my sister, and
once each with my two younger brothers.
      Looking around, at the assortment of costumes, I decided Dakota's
choice to go as Piglet was a good one because, from what I could tell, he
was the only pig there.  Dylan's choice was a good one too.  I didn't see
any other March Hares ... although there were several White Rabbits.
Declan's choice was more predictable this year and there must have been
over a hundred Mad Hatters ... which meant there were even more Alices,
because girls just love to dress up in pretty dresses.
      Nevertheless, being the proverbial anxious parent ... and considering
one of my sons was dressed like a girl ... I excused myself on the pretext
of going to the bathroom to go look for them.
      "Here, will you hold my bokken?  I don't want anyone in the restroom
to think I'm lookin' for a fight."
      "You don't fool, me," Tiffany said.  "I know it takes two hands to
hold that sword you've got between you legs."
      "Yeah, that too."
      As I headed for the men's room I realized Devon wouldn't want to go
in the men's room dressed as a girl and I was fairly sure he would not go
in the lady's room alone so I veered off toward the parking lot. `If I know
my boys,' I thought, `they'll take refuge in the shadows of the parked cars
to drain their crankcase.'
      As I approached our van I didn't see them but thought maybe Alice had
chosen to pee in a bottle inside the van ... like a proper lady.  Seeing
the van had a slight motion to it I knew he ... or someone was in there.  I
don't know why ... maybe so as not to scare him ... maybe because of my
Ninja-suit mindset ... I stealthily snuck up on the van.  Sure enough, and
thanks to the glow-in-the-dark undies, I found Devon.  What I didn't expect
to find was Declan's cock up his ass.
      Crouching in the shadows like the tiger on my outfit, I peered in and
was just barely able to hear Declan saying, "We gotta ask Uncle Denny if we
can keep these panties,"
      "Why," Devon asked between moans.
      As he kept sawing his cock in and out rhythmically, Declan said, "So
you can wear them to bed every night.  It'll make it easier for me to find
your sweet ass in the dark."
      "I'll sweet-talk him into givin' 'em to me," Devon said.  "Oh, man,
you're hittin' my prostate just right.  I'm gonna cum."
      Declan stopped in mid-stoke and said, "Don't cum.  Wait till tonight
and give it to Dakota."
      "But I wanna cum, now," Devon whined.
      "If you cum now, I won't fuck you later."
      "If I can't cum now, you have to stop fuckin' me now, too, because I
won't be able to stop myself."
      "Oh, ma a a n," Declan whined.  "I knew you were gonna say that.  I
guess since I'm makin' you wait, I should have to wait, too."
      I watched as my oldest sons very long cock slowly withdrew from my
second- born son's ass before stealthily slipping away into the night
hidden nicely by Denny's thoughtful costume ... I wished I had the leather
overlay to hide my erection but it was in the van.  I quickly caught up
with Tiffany, who was easy to spot in the crowd because of her bright white
costume.
      "Sorry for the delay.  I got stopped by several clients.  It took a
lot of tact to explain tonight was not the time to discuss business."  I
hated lying to her but I needed time to evaluate what I had just seen and
heard before telling my wife ... and after all, I AM known to be a slow
thinker.
      After Tiffany and I milled around for about fifteen minutes, talking,
from time to time with several of the other parents, I said, "Have to pee
again."  I turned toward the bathroom.
      "Me, too," Devon said, startling me as he bumped into me.
      "Men's room or ladies room?" I asked looking at Tiffany.
      "His choice," Tiffany said.
      "I'm not going in the girl's restroom.  I stand up to pee!"
      "Your mom can stand watch so no one comes in."
      "I'll take my chances with the men's room."
      "Okay," I said, noncommittally.
      When we got there, Devon said, "You go in and check it out, Dad."
      "Oh for fuck sake, come on."
      He followed me in.
      As we stood next to each other and we could hear the sound of twin
streams hitting the porcelain, Devon asked quietly, "You're not upset that
I ... umm ... dressed up like a girl are you?"
      "No," I said simply.
      "I mean, I only did it because it helped make Declan's outfit more
authentic."
      "I know," I said without emotion.
      "It's not like I wanna dress up in girls' clothes or anything."
      "I understand."
      About that time another guy walked in.  Looking over my shoulder I
could see he started to back out when he saw `Alice' but stopped when he
saw me.
      "It's okay.  He's my son," I said.
      "Oh," the guy said.  He was dressed as a `sexy' prison guard.
Although there were a dozen other urinals along the wall, he stood next to
me.
      `I guess he thinks our little conversation just now made us best
friends forever or something,' I thought.
      Just as I was about to `shake off' I saw him looking at my crotch.
Naturally, I looked down at his crotch, too.  He was the kind of pisser who
took out both his cock AND his balls when he pissed ... at least in public,
anyway ... so I said, "You better sound the alarm, warden; it looks like
the prisoners are tying to escape."
      "What?" the guy asked, and then looking down, he said, "Not to worry.
They're just out on a work-release program.  As soon as they're finished,
they'll be back in their cell."
      "Do they ever get bone yard time?"
      Smiling evilly, the man said, "Not as often as they'd like."
      "It's too bad you don't have a safe place to take care of that," I
said, nodding at what was now his erection.
      "Yeah," he said, blushing.
      Just as we were about to leave, another guy came in.  As he walked
over to Declan he shouted, "This is the fuckin' men's room, faggot!"
      I thought Declan was gonna punch him right then and there, but he
surprised me.
      With what appeared to be practicd precision, he slipped both hands
under his petticoats and dragged off the panties.  With a dramatic flourish
that would impress even Denny, he lifted my limp hand and pounded the
panties into my palm.  Turning his back to the guy and bending only
slightly, he said, "You can kiss my ass..." and turning just as quickly and
thrusting his hips forward, he added "... cocksucker!"
      The bully was so shocked he just stammered.  Sexy prison guard
chuckled.
      Grabbing my hand ... the one with his panties in it ... we walked out
in a dignified manner.  When we got outside, I said, "Way to go, son!  I'm
so proud of you.  I thought you were gonna deck him but you didn't."
      Pressing his hands down the folds of his Alice blue skirt several
times like he was pressing out wrinkles, he said in a prissy voice, "I
didn't want to get my outfit dirty."
      Sexy prison guard came out still chuckling at Declan's superb
handling of the situation.
      "You better put these on before the smaller kids in the crowd look up
and mistake that thing between you legs for a gummy worm and bite it off."
      "No mistakin' that for a worm," Devon said condeitedly, before he
asked, "What's bone yard time?"
      "In prison, it's the time inmates have with their wives ... or
girlfriends ... for conjugal visits."
      "Which is what, exactly."
      "Time to do the nasty."
      "Oh," Declan said with complete comprehension.
      Rejoining Tiffany the three of us walked together for a few minutes
before `Alice' went to find Declan and Devon... to brag about his restroom
bully encounter, no doubt.
      An air horn sounded at 7 PM to announce that the parade was ready to
begin.  Over the PA system the announcer said, "If you are in costume and
you want to be in the parade move onto the track closest to wherever you
are right now.  If you are a duo or a group that want to be judged for a
prize get together now.  Everyone will pass by the reviewing stand FIRST to
be judged.  Then while you walk along the track to pick up your Halloween
treats that are on the tables positioned around the outside of the track we
can tally our votes.  After passing the judges you can pick up a bag from
one of the assistants if you don't already have a container to put your
treats in."
      Then the PA system began playing "Entrance of the Gladiators" by
Julius Fucik ... the music you hear played most often at the circus.
      Over the heads of six judges was a sign that read `homemade'.  Over
the heads of six other judges was the word `commercial'.  We watched as the
people passed by.  Occasionally one or another of the judges, who were up
on the stage, would point to a person, a duo or a group and tell an
assistant down on the track to give them a number.  Sometimes the judges
would ask contestants questions.
      There were teams like, doctor/nurse/patient, an assortment of M&Ms,
and the Dreamgirls.  Also, there were one-of-a-kind costumes like Piglet's,
March Hare's and the guy dressed as a condom dispenser.  However, it didn't
assure any of these contestants that they were going to get a prize because
they would be lumped into one of the catch-all categories like Most
Original, Most Comical or Most Authentic.
      I think my heart stopped when one of the judges, dressed like The
Bride of Frankenstein, had the assistant stop Dakota.
      "And who is this Mrs. Frankenstein asked.  "Are you one of the Three
Little Pigs?
      "Do you see any more pigs around here?" Dakota asked arrogantly.  "Of
course not!  I'm Piglet from The Hundred Acre Wood.  I'm a friend of
Christopher Robin and Winnie the Pooh."
      Before I could admonish him for his rudeness, Mrs. Frankenstein said
amiably, "Well of course you are.  I can see that now," and with a nod, the
assistant handed him a number.
      Several of the `commercial' judges as well as two of the `homemade'
judges pointed to Tiffany and me but we knew the prizes were for the kids16
and under.  So I presumed the recognition was only to point out Denny's
expert workmanship.
      Even so, Tiffany and I were happy when Declan, Devon and Dylan were
given a number as a group contestant.  After all the judging was finished
and the votes were tallied, those that were handed numbers were called up
on stage. We held our breaths.
      As it turned out, there were six Mad Hatters with numbers and about
twelve Alices with numbers chosen out of the hundreds with similar
costumes.  All twelve judges put their heads together and announced that
they were amending the rules to give one prize each for the best of both
costumes and one for the best `ensemble'.
      The judges took a little while longer to collaborate before making
their decision.
      We knew one of Denny's costumes would take home a prize.  We just
didn't know which one.  What we could not have anticipated was the final
results.  Declan won for best Mad Hatter, Devon won for best Alice... I'm
sure the glow-in-the-dark panties were not overlooked by some of the judges
... and our three boys also won for best ensemble.  I think Dylan's choice
to go as the March Hare cinched that particular decision making process.
To our utter amazement, Dakota won for Most Comical ...  perhaps because of
his arrogant attitude with Mrs. Frankenstein, while Dylan won for Most
Authentic as the March Hare ... with the help of his `steaming' teapot.
      However, the surprises didn't stop there.  After the prizes were
awarded in the `homemade' categories, one final prize was announced.  The
award for the most beautiful outfit in color, style and design goes to
... and the announcer waved Declan to the microphone, "The Mad Hatter,"
      Over the sound of applauds he held up the trophy and with tears in
his eyes, Declan said, "Uncle Denny, I'm bringing your trophy home to you."
      Tiffany cried.  At least that's what it looked like to me ... through
my tear filled gaze.
      On the way home, Declan asked Tiffany for the cell phone.
      "Uncle Denny, you won't believe this.  I wish you could have been
there.  We all won prizes.  I'll bring yours over Sunday when I return the
costumes."
      We could hear Denny protesting, saying, "No, the prizes are for you.
You keep them."
      "You don't understand," and Declan went on to explain that each of
our kids had a trophy of his own and there was an extra one just for him.
      Once we were inside the house, the boys ran into the kitchen to dump
all their candy out on the kitchen table for `proper sorting' like they had
been taught by their grandmother ... my mom.
      "Change out of those costumes!" Tiffany warned in her `stern mother'
tone.
      The boys returned to the living room to strip.  Being the elder,
Declan hung each outfit on separate hangers and Devon ran to the laundry
room to bring back the single-rod chrome drying rack.  Once all the outfits
were hanging up, the boys rushed back to the kitchen.
      Just as Tiffany started to say something to Devon, I stopped her with
a finger to my pursed lips.  Then I started getting out of my Nija costume.
      As Tiffany started getting undressed, too, she said, "But Devon's
still wearing the panties."
      "It's okay.  There's a reason."
      "What?"
      "I'll tell you later."
      "We don't keep secrets!"
      "It not a secret ... I just want to make sure I've got my facts
straight first."
      "Oh, ok.  Just don't forget."
      "How can I forget when I know you'll remind me?" I said, kissing her
on the cheek fondly.  "I think I'll put on my boxers.  You don't think I'll
be too overdressed do you?" thinking about the boys in the kitchen who were
naked.
      "No, maybe it'll make Devon feel better knowing there's someone else
in the house wearing clothes," Tiffany said with a silly grin.  Then she
said, "I'll go get them for you."  When she returned, she was wearing a
cute negligee outfit that wasn't' too revealing but very sexy.
      Later, when Dakota walked by on his way back from the bathroom my
curiosity got the best of me.  I asked, "What made you choose to go as
Piglet?"
      "Well, I knew Declan was gonna be the Mad Hatter.  It's all he's been
talking about for a month or more ... ever since we saw the movie."
      "But you knew Piglet wasn't one of the Alice in Wonderland
characters, why did you choose it?
      "Because that's what the guys call me."
      "What guys?"
      "Declan, Devon and Dylan.  They say I'm a cum pig.  So I decided to
go as Piglet.  That means little pig and I'm little."
      "They say what?" Tiffany asked, maybe thinking she had misunderstood
her son.
      "A cum pig."
      "Do you know what that means?" Tiffany asked.
      "Sure, it's a pig that eats cum."
      Still not sure if ten-year-old Dakota knew what he was talking about,
I asked, "Umm, what's cum?"
      "It's the stuff that comes out of your wiener that isn't pee."
      Tiffany and I looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders.
      "But I don't got any.  Just Declan and Devon.  Dylan says as soon as
he starts, I can have his, too."
      "Um, are the boys forcing you to ... um ...eat their cum?" I tried to
say as casually as possible.
      "No, we take turns eating it," Dakota said nonchalantly, "but mostly,
I do it 'cuz Dylan don't like it so much. "
      "And you do," Tiffany said more as a statement than a question.
      "Yeah.  But YOU know that, Daddy.  You saw Devon and Dylan sucking
cock before."
      "Uh, when was that?" I asked hoping to find out just how much my
ten-year-old knew about sex."
      "I think it was when everybody was here for the big party ... a
couple years ago."
      I didn't want to correct him by explaining it was a funeral gathering
... a wake ...  not a party.  "So how long have you been doing this?"
      "Declan said I couldn't join in until after I turned ten ... so not
too long.  Is it okay?  I mean ... Devon and Dylan did it and you didn't
make them stop."
      "No, everything fine," I said casually.  "But, um, I think I'll come
up and talk to you guys later ... before bedtime ... okay?"
      "Sure."
      With a nod of agreement from me, he bounded back into the kitchen
shouting, "You better not have eaten any while I was gone."
      A few minutes later, Dakota ran through the house returning to the
kitchen with the boys' bathrobes.
      As they nonchalantly walked past us on their way upstairs, they
politely said good night.  It was apparent by the way they had their hands
in their pockets they were hording a stash of candy, which they knew was
forbidden in their bedroom.  Either that or they were all four trying to
hide erections.
      I gave them about fifteen minutes to consume some of the candy and
then said, "I'm gonna go see if I've got my facts straight.  I'll be back
later."
      "Okay.  Don't eat too much candy," Tiffany said with a smile.  "It
makes you hyper and you'll be awake all night."
      "And that's a bad idea because ...?" I asked groping my cock.
      I tried not to make any noise as I ascended the stairs just in case I
could hear telltale noises.  Everything was quiet.
      "Can I come in?" I asked knocking lightly on the door.
      "Um ... just one sec," Declan shouted nervously.
      "Don't worry," I heard Dakota say.  "He knows.  Oh, I forgot to tell
you.  He wants to talk to us tonight before bedtime."
      "Thanks for the newsflash,." Devon groused.
      "Okay, you can come in now" Declan said.
      All the boys were in bed with the covers pulled up over at least part
of them but Devon had his blanket pulled all the way up to his neck.  I
thought, `Well that sure doesn't look the least bit suspicious.'
      "If you were eating candy, it's okay.  It's Halloween.  You don't
have to hide it."
      "We weren't eating candy." Devon said.
      "We were eating each other," Dakota said.  Then like it was an
afterthought, he said, "And Declan was fuckin' Alice."
      From the collective expressions of the other three, I thought I'd
have to call 911.  Devon had actually stopped breathing and it appeared he
was having trouble starting again.
      "Oh, is that all," I said casually.
      Devon began breathing again.
      In a tone like he was waiting for the firing pin to strike the
detonator, Declan asked, "So you're okay with that?"
      "It's okay with me ..." and I smiled as I looked at Devon and said,
"if it's okay with Alice."
      "You sure?" Declan asked.
      "I told you he wouldn't have a problem with it," Dylan said.
      "When?"
      "Two years ago ... when he saw Devon and me suckin' each other."
      "I don't remember you telling me that."
      "That's because, at the time, you had your head up your ass about
... Cindy or Sandy or ..."
      "Skanky," Devon offered with a chuckle.
      "Oh, her," Declan said.  "So you've known all along?" he asked me.
      "Yes and no.  I knew they were engaged in such behavior back then but
I didn't know it was ongoing ..." then looking at Dakota I said, "or that
it was contagious."
      "So you're not mad that ..."
      "That you're engaged in homosexual activities?  No.  I think it's
healthy for you to explore everything ... as long a no one gets hurt.  In
fact, I think you might be surprised ... no, shocked ... if I told you
about some of your ol'man's early childhood adventures."  `Early being age
16 and later,' I thought.
      "Like what?"
      I didn't think it was prudent to discuss our incestuous relationship
with my boys without first getting approval from my siblings ... but then I
remembered our mutual agreements to be honest with our kids.  "I guess your
aunt and uncles wouldn't object," I said.
      "What have they got to do with it?" Declan asked.
      "Well, we ... uh ... were just like you guys.  We were very
open-minded about sex and we ... uh ... had sex together too, just like you
guys."
      "Nuh Uh," Devon said in disbelief.
      "Really?" Dylan asked in amazement.
      "Even Aunt Caitlin?" Declan asked excitedly.
      I thought, `I wonder why Declan is so excited about his Aunt Caitlin.
Is that lust I see in his eye?' I said, "Yep.  In fact, she suggested it."
      "Eeww," Dakota said with a grimace.
      "You won't be saying that in a few years," Declan promised.
      "So what did y'all do?"
      "Everything.  Maybe even more things than what you four have done so
far.  But I'm not gonna tell you what we did."
      "Aw, why not?" Dylan bemoaned.
      "Half the enjoyment is the discovery," I said sagely.  For me, at
least, nothing had more impact on me than discovering one of us could
... or was willing to ... do something none of the other of us had ever
thought of doing ... Collin being the innovator, or course.
      "You're just sayin' that 'cuz you never did any of the things we do."
Declan challenged, trying to bait me into telling him more.
      "You wouldn't believe me if I told you so I'll tell you what.
Everybody will be here for Thanksgiving.  You can ask them then."
      "Even Uncle Collin?" Declan asked.
      "He said he would be here.  But remember, grandma doesn't know about
any of this ... so don't say anything in front of her."  I thought, `I
wonder why Declan is so interested in whether Collin will be here.  Maybe
it's because he lives so far away and we don't get to see him that often.'
That thought was followed by, `Or maybe it's because they are the two
closest in age.'
      "You did it behind her back ... without her permission ... I mean,
without her approval?" Declan asked.
      Dylan eased his sheet down below his thighs and absentmindedly began
stroking himself.
      "You see, Mom and I aren't as old fashioned as you think.  Your mom
and I gave you permission to be free thinkers and to experiment on your own
but made you promise to be responsible for your actions.  From what I've
seen and heard tonight, I think we did a pretty good job of allowing you
your freedom ... allowing you to be straight or gay."
      "All that applying labels shit is so last millennium, Dad.  Nobody
under 30 cares who you fuck ... at least not anyone `I' know.  So gay,
straight, bisexual ... what were all those other labels your generation
came up with?  ... transsexual, transgender, cross- dressers and on and on.
Oh my God!"
      "Yeah, it was pretty confusing, even for me.  But I don't think it
was MY generation that came up with those labels.  I think we inherited
them from a previous generation."
      "That's what I'm saying.  People should just stop using labels and be
themselves.  To hell with what other people think. ... as long as it's done
in private and no one gets hurt," Declan said."
      "We don't even care if a guys virgin or not ... well, um, because no
one can agree on just exactly what a virgin is.  So why use the label?"
      "Not quire the same," I protested, "a virgin is..."
      Interrupting me, Declan asked, "If a guy has jacked off, is he still
a virgin?"
      "Even simpler," Devon said, "if a guy's ever had a wet dream, is he
still a virgin?"
      "It's as analogous as the argument, `When does life begin ... at
birth or at conception?'" Declan said.
      I was impressed that my son used the word analogous correctly in a
sentence.
      "I guess girls have the same kinda questions about, you know orgasm
and penetration ... penetrated how far and with what?  We just don't know,
we don't care to know, so we don't label," Declan said.
      "Yeah, do what you want with the person you want ... male or female
and just be you!" Devon added.  "That's our philosophy ... so long as no
one gets hurt and no one finds out."
      "But I found out," I argued.  " Are you ashamed of doing it with you
brother or are you embarrassed by doing it?  If you are, you shouldn't be
doing it.  Guilt leads to irrational behavior.  Besides, all I wanna do is
watch ... to make sure you're doing things the right way."
      "Yeah but you're my dad, so doing in front of you ..."
     "Do you do it in front of Dylan and Dakota?"
      "Well yeah!"
      "So why am I different?  They're family.  I'm family."
      "Um, if we let you watch," Devon said, "will you promise to um, watch
us when we're with our girlfriends, you know ... so you'll know for sure
we're not ...?"
      "Are you going to use a label like `gay' or `queer?'," I asked with a
smile.
      Devon rolled his eyes, "It's just ... well, I'm the only one here
taking it up the ass and I just wanted you to know, um ..."
      "Well, I know taking it up the ass feels really good, when it's done
the right way and with the right person."
      "You mean ... you've been ..."Devon asked.
      "Who?" Declan challenged.
      "You'll have to ask your uncles," I said cryptically.
      "Does Mom know?" Devon asked.
      "You'll have to ask her."
      "Really!  She knows you've been ... Ohmigod!"
      "Why didn't you ever tell us this before?"
      "You guys never asked.  So, you guys have sex with girls, too huh?"
      "Sure." Declan said.
      "Yep," Devon said.
      "Not yet," Dylan said, "but I'm workin' on it."
      "Eeeww," Dakota said ... predictably.
      "By the way, Devon, you don't have to hide the panties under the
covers.  I know Declan wants to be able to find you in the dark."
      "Both boys' eyes rounded in surprise and they looked like they were
paralyzed with fear.
      "What?  Didn't you know I had a spy cam installed in the van wired to
my cell phone?"
      "Uhhhh!" both stuttered.
      "No, just jokin', I went looking for you, thinking maybe Alice was in
trouble."
      "You spied on us?"
      "What's spying?  You were having sex in a pubic parking lot.  Do you
know you could have gotten kicked out of school for what you were doin' if
I hadn't been there to stop the parking lot guard."
      "Really?" Declan asked drawing in a deep fearful breath.
      "No, but I made you think!"
      "That's cruel, Dad."
      "So, are you gonna fuck her or not?"
      "Who?"
      "Alice."
      "Dad," Declan whined.
      "Dad!" Devon mewled.
      "All I wannna do is watch ... just to make sure you're doing it
right."
      "You're jokin', right?"
      "Does this look like I'm joking?" I asked, grabbing two handfuls of
my hard-on through the fabric of my jockey boxers.

To be continued (with already written sex scenes)
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