Date: Thu, 28 Oct 2010 09:20:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: H. Rick Cantwell <jockhunger@yahoo.com>
Subject: Halloween 16 Declans Tale 3

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From chapter two:
      "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.

      Chapter three


      "It's just that ..." Devon said warily.
      "What?"
      "Umm ..."
      "He's dressed like a girl," Dakota said, helping his older brother
who was having trouble finding his words ... much like his brothers do for
him all too frequently, instead of letting him think on his own.
      "Really?  The Alice dress is still downstairs."
      "It's his girlfriend's cheer-leading outfit from last year," Declan
said.  "Umm, in his defense, I told him I couldn't fuck him if he looked
like a guy."
      "So you asked to borrow your girlfriend's outfit?" I asked Devon.
      "She gave it to him as a ... memento," Declan said, offering
information that his brother probably would not have offered.
      "Of what?"
      "He popped her cherry in this outfit," Declan said, whipping Devon's
blanket off him like a magician uncovering the caged tiger.
      "Nice." I said.  "I wonder why your mom and I never dressed as
cheerleaders."
      "When?" Devon asked.
      "When I was your age," I said.
      "They had Halloween back then?" Dakota said before he started
giggling hysterically.  As he rolled around on the bed I had to admire his
perky little butt ...  just as perky as his mother's tits.
      Thinking about Tiffany, I decided to let her know I had my facts
straight ... so to speak.  All I had to do now was figure a way to tell her
without having to leave the boys' bedroom ... and the growing sexual
excitement therein.
      "Aren't you gonna start strokin' that bad boy, like your brothers?" I
asked Declan.
      "Huh?  What?"
      "I've seen how you keep looking at them lazily stroking their
hard-ons.  You want to, too.  So do it!"
      "But, Dad, you're ..." he protested
      I ran my hand along the cloth boxers covering my erection.  "Yeah, I
know.  I'm hard, too," I said, hoping to diffuse his argument.  "I'm
telling you, it's no problem.  You could walk downstairs with a hard-on and
it wouldn't be a problem.  Seriously!"
      "Nuh uhh," Dylan challenged.
      "Really?" Devon asked.
      Dakota giggled.  "Can I go get some pop, Pop?" and he giggled again.
      "Okay."
      He ran naked ... with his one-inch erection leading the way ... out
of the room.
      "But Mom's down there." Declan protested.
      "...  and ... what's your point."
      "Dakota's naked ... with a hard-on."
      "Your mom has seen a hard-on before," I said soothingly.
      Devon said, "So you're saying it's okay for us to be naked around the
house if we want AND we can show we have hard-ons, too?"
      "The last time I checked, hard-ons were just as natural as breathing
so, yeah, I guess that's what I've been saying all these years.  Is that
why you stopped going naked, Declan ... because you started throwing
boners?"
      "Well, yeah!  I mean, I couldn't let Mom see me ... uh ..."
      "Why?  She's your mom.  She'd be glad to see you're developing into a
healthy young man."
      "But it's a hard-on!"
      "Yeah, I know.  I've taught you not to make an issue of having an
erection in public but I thought I explained it was okay in private ... or
the locker room or wherever there weren't women around."
      "And Mom's a woman," Declan said.  "I rest my case," he added
gleefully at `winning' what he perceived to be an argument.
      "I'm sorry if I didn't make that clear, son.  If you've got a hard-on
in public, don't flaunt it.  If there are `ladies' present ... in public or
private ... don't draw attention to it by rearranging it or whatever but if
you're here at home with your mom and me, it's okay if you show your
hard-on."
      "So you have to be here, too.  It's not okay if it's just Mom here?"
      "No, it's okay if it's just your mom ... or just me.  In fact, it's
okay in front of your aunts and uncles, too ... but NOT your grandma."
      "I can be naked with a hard-on in front of Aunt Caitlin?" Declan
asked.
      "Yeah, why?"
      "Just asking."
      "You like your Aunt Caitlin?"
      "Did you really ... um ... pork you own sister, Dad?"
      "Yep."
      "And Mom knew about it?"
      "She held her down while I raped her."
      Declan's eyes got huge.
      "Just joking.  And I know I shouldn't joke about rape but ... well,
your Aunt Caitlin was the one who raped me ... kinda."
      Declan's and Devon's jaws dropped.  Because there was no reaction
from Dylan, I'm not sure if he knew what the word rape meant.
      "Technically, I guess, rape is sexual intercourse against ones wishes
but I think having sex with someone while they are pretending to be someone
else could be considered rape, too."
      "I don't understand," Declan said.
      As I described the events of the Halloween night when I was 16,
Dakota returned, with Tiffany close behind, carrying the service tray full
of drinks.
      Dylan quickly flipped the covers over his lower body again.
      Declan, who was still secretly stroking himself under the covers
while sitting cross-legged, stopped and yanked his hand out from under the
sheet that was covering his lower half.
      And Devon stared wide-eyed at his mother ... scrambling to get a grip
on the covers that Declan had tossed off him just minutes earlier.
      "I thought Halloween was over ... guess not," Tiffany said glancing
at Devon before she set the tray on the boys' dresser.  "How come we never
dressed up as cheerleaders?" Tiffany asked.
      "Because I refused to wear a short skirt," I chuckled, thinking how
funny it would be to reverse the costumes ... me as the girl and Tiff as
the guy.
      "You'd have to wear an industrial strength jock strap if you did, so
that monster of yours wouldn't accidentally pop out of your panties,"
Tiffany said.
      "Yeah, Dad, that looks like it could do some major damage to satin
undies," Declan said.
      "You been checkin' out my junk, boy?" I asked with mock disgust.
      "Connor," Tiffany said, "it's like the 200 pound gorilla in the room
... it's not easy to ignore."
      "What gorilla?" Dakota asked looking around apprehensively.
      Devon jumped up and ran to the bathroom saying he had to pee.
      "So you only fuck Devon when he's dressed like a girl?" I asked.
      "No, I just told him that to see if he'd do it ... you know, put on a
dress.  When he did it, I thought `burn!' but he seems to like it."
      "Are you sure?"
      "Yeah ... kinda ... I guess.  Why?"
      "Maybe he dresses up because he wants to please YOU.  Maybe you
should tell him you'll fuck him as a guy and see if he still wants to dress
like a girl.  If so, then we'll know.  If not, then we'll know it was
coercion."
      "Am I gonna get in trouble?" Declan asked apparently thinking I was
chastising him.
      "No.  It's just that there are many forms of harm ... you know, the
`just so nobody gets hurt' rule.  You could be hurting him mentally," I
said, thinking back on the last family discussion we had with Collin and
how his head got all fucked up because we tried too hard to protect him
... by excluding him.
      Tiffany looked at me quizzically.
      "These are the facts I needed to get straight," I said.  "Declan's
fucking Devon, Devon seems to like it, Dakota is sucking Dylan and ... umm
... is there anything ...?"
      "No, Dad, we all suck," Dakota said.  "Even Declan."
      "He says he doesn't like it but he sure is good at it," Dylan said.
      "But we're fu ... friends with girls, too.  You know ... girls with
perks." Declan added quickly.
      "Except Dakota," I said, before he had a chance to express `Eewh'
again.
      "Well, isn't that's nice," Tiffany said, mimicking the `Church Chat
Lady' tone.
      "I was telling the boys you wouldn't have any problems with them
running around the house naked."
      "Of course not.  I've seen them naked many times."
      "What he meant to say was walking around naked with a hard-on, Mom,"
Declan corrected.
      "... and your point?  I've seen hard-ons before."
      "I told you," I said smugly.
      "In fact, if I'm not mistaken, you had a hard-on when you were born.
It was the cutest little thing."
      "Mom!" Then defianatly throwing the sheet away from his lap and
leaning back so we had a good view of his throbbing erection, Declan said,
"Well it ain't so `cute' now!"
      "My god no!" Tiffany said.  "It's ... it's ... awesome."
      "I have to agree son.  That's some mighty fine equipment you've got
there."
      "Devon's is big, too," Dakota said.  "Show 'em," he said proudly as
Devon returned from the bathroom.
      "We're not here to pat each other on the back or brag about dick
size," I said.
      "Yeah, what DID you come up to talk about?" Declan asked, like he
just realized I was there for a reason.
      "I just wanted to make sure that everything that was going on was
okay with everyone involved.  I mean, I don't want any of you to be doing
anything you don't really want to do.  Is that understood?  You have the
right to say no and everyone else should respect your decision."
      "Say no to what?" Dylan asked.
      "What's to say no about? Devon asked.
      I stared at Declan to see if he would ask the question.
      "I've been thinking, Devon," Declan said.  "If you don't want to
dress up like a girl, it's okay with me.  I mean, we can still do it
... umm ... if you want ... like a guy ...  on ... guy ... kinda thing."
      Looking at me sheepishly, Devon said, "Thanks, Declan, but umm, well
... I don't like dressing up like a girl.  I mean, I wouldn't wanna do it
all the time but like ...  when you're umm, doin' it to me, it feels better
... in my own mind ... if I'm dressed up like a girl.  I mean, it kinda
..."
      "If it makes you feel better, that's all we need to know," I said.
"You don't have to explain why or defend your actions."
      "Really?  You don't think I'm some kind of pervert or something?"
      "I thought we already had the discussion about `labels'," I chuckled.
"Of course we're not.  Everyone ends up being an amalgam of everything they
read, hear, and experience in any other form."
      "And that is different for everyone," Tiffany said.  "We can all have
the same experience but process it differently because of everything that
preceded that experience."
      "Whaddya mean?" Devon asked.
      "Um, like ... for example ... Father Chris."
      "Uncle Chris?" Dakota asked.
      "What about him?" Declan asked warily.
      "My sister, Miss Brenda, wouldn't have sex with him because he was
younger than her.  I, on the other hand, as the younger sister, admired him
... worshiped him ...  and I had no problems having sex with him."
      "You had sex with Father Chris?" Devon exclaimed.
      "You had sex with your brother?" Declan asked.
      "But he's a priest!" Dylan said.
      Technically he's a minister or a pastor.  His church just refers to
their clergy as `Father.'  He's not really a `priest.'"
      "Wait," Declan said.  "You said Miss Brenda didn't have sex with him
because he was younger than her ... but she married her student ... who is
like ...  way younger than her.  I don't get it."
      "That's my point.  We become what we experience.  Secretly, I think
she wanted to have sex with Chris but she never allowed herself to, so as
an adult she ... transferred those feeling to other young people ... her
students ... until she found the one she felt right having sex with."
      "Uncle Ryan."
      "Right."
      "Wow!"
      "Did you know Dad had sex with Aunt Caitlin?" Declan asked.
      "Yeah.  In fact ..."
      "I told you so," I said smugly.
      "So what ... did you guys have some kind of club or something ... you
know ...  where incestuous siblings meet to exchange ... umm
... techniques?" Declan asked.
      "Actually," I said, "Miss Brenda was the school counselor for the
Incest is Best Club in junior high school ... um what they call middle
school, nowadays."
      All four boys' faces were identical images of disbelief.
      "Just kidding," I said.  "As I recall, we were all kind of fearful of
each other finding out until Caitlin and Tiffany finally promised each
other under threat of death not to tell anyone ..."
      "That's not quite how it happened, but enough about that," Tiffany
said.  "What I want to know is if either of you guys likes to masturbate."
      "What?" all four said simultaneously.
      "Jack off, choke the chicken, beat the bishop ..."
      "Yeah, yeah, we get it.  It's just ..." Declan said trying to stop
the litany.
      "Flog the frog, fuck the fist ... I love to watch guys jack off,"
Tiffany said.
      "She does," I confirmed.  "In fact, sometimes she refuses to blow me
until after I've jacked off once or twice for her."
      "TMI, Dad!" Declan said.
      You can never have too much information, son.  For example, I bet if
you knew your mom likes to have guys jack off on her tits, you'd be more
willing to cut her some slack for asking the jack-off question."
      "Why would we do that?" Dylan asked.
      "Well, I just thought ... maybe ... you'd be willing to jack off in
front of her if you thought there'd be a chance to see her tits.  That's
all."
      "Oh, my god, you're serious!" Declan said in disbelief.  "You mean,
like you'll show us your tits any time we're willing to jack-off for you?"
      "Every time," Tiffany said encouragingly.
      "Can we do other things, too?" Devon asked.
      "Like what?" I asked.
      "They don't have to make a list," Tiffany said, "We can decide when
it happens if it's allowable or not."
      "True," I agreed recalling how much more exciting discovering it was
when compared to discussing it first.
      "You guys are so kewl!" Dylan said.
      "Dudes, we're talkin' about having sex with our mom!" Devon warned.
      "So?  Every guy I know in school has said Mom's umm ... hot."
      "And you heard what the guys said tonight during the parade around
the track."
      "Hot of MILF?" I asked.
      All the boys looked at me in disbelief, like I had just spoken the
one word never to be spoken in the presence of adults.
      "What?  We were watching the American Pie movies when you guys were
still in diapers."
      "Umm, Mom?  Uh, Dad says he wants to watch us guys umm, having sex,"
      "That sounds better than watching Halloween XXIII Again.  Can I
watch, too?"
      "You wanna?"
      "Umm, let me see.  I've watched you guys play golf.  Bor ... ing!
I've watched you guys play video games.  Bor ... ing!  I've watched you
guys play baseball ... well, that was at least somewhat exciting.  So of
course, I'd like to watch you guys enjoying yourselves."
      "Well, I'm not sure I can guarantee it won't be BOR ... ING," Declan
said, with a smile "... You know, like there's an awful lot of repetitive
motion and all."
      "If it gets too boring, I can always go downstairs and pop some
popcorn."
      "Hey, would you?  That sounds great right now," Dakota said.
      "You do it.  We'll start without cha, okay?" Declan said.
      "Okay," Dakota said leaping up and running out the door.  At his age
I think he was more interested in his stomach than his cock.
      "So umm, how do we start?" Declan asked.
      "How do you normally start?" I asked.
      "Well, usually, one of us is already boned up and we umm, kinda
... talk the other one into umm, doing something."
      "Am I the only one boned up?" I asked.
      Looking around at the others I saw that was the case.  Even Declan
had gone soft
 from lack of continual digital manipulation.
      "I think we're a little intimidated ... doing it with adults in the
room, I mean," Declan said.
      I lifted my hips off the bed to remove my boxers and began slowly
jacking my erection.  "So what happens next?"
      "Whaddya mean?"
      "Well, you said when one of you had a hard on ..."
      "You mean ... you want one of us to ... umm."
      "Hey, I'm one of the guys, now, right?"
      "Devon, you wanna ..."
      "You first.  You're the oldest."
      Declan glanced out the corners of his eyes toward Tiffany.  "Does Mom
know we, umm ..."
      "If she doesn't know now she will by the end of the night."
      "Yeah, I guess," Declan said.  "So, umm, you want us to ... umm, do
everything we normally do ... with each other?"
      "Yep."
      "I mean ... with you?" Declan clarified.
      "Yeah, me and your mom if you want."
      "Really?  Mom, too."
      Bounding back into the room with what looked like two bags of
instant-pop popcorn in a large bowl Dakota accused, "Hey you haven't
started yet?"
      "Just going over the ground rules," Declan said.  "That means
... we've been talking."
      "Yeah there's been a lot of that tonight.  Not much action," Dakota
groused.
      "Hey, Tiff, you wanna show these guys how to handle this big boy?"
      Wide-eyed, the boys watched as Tiffany began going down on my rod.
      "Where the fuck is she puttin' all that?" Devon asked.
      "In her mouth," Dakota said like Devon was blind.
      "Oh my god!" Dylan said.  "Shit, I wish I had one that big."
      "You will someday," Declan said.
      "You MIGHT have one this size someday, maybe not.  It all depends on
whose DNA you ended up with, mine or your mom's."
      "Mom's?" Dylan asked bewildered.
       "Yeah," I said smugly.  I felt Tiffany's mouth forming a secret
smile around my cock.  "Show `em your cock, Tiff."
      Tiffany stood up, pulled down her panties and gently pulled the flaps
away from her clitoris.  It was only slightly smaller than Dakota's dick.
      "Thank god mine's already bigger than yours mom," Dylan said, "no
offense."
      Declan started laughing.  "You guys are so fuckin' kewl."  Then
turning to his younger brother he said, "That's her clit, you doofus.
That's not a cock."
      "How the hell was I supposed to know?  I've never seen one before."
      "I thought you said you were seeing some girl," I said.
      "I said I was working on it.  I've never been up close and personal
with one."
      "Well, you won't be able to say that after tonight," Tiffany said,
"that is, if you want to get up close and personal with this."
      "Really?" Declan asked.
      "Honest," Dylan asked.
      "Excuse me, but my dick's getting cold over here," I said.  "And we
all know about wet-and-cold shrinkage ... right?"
      Before I knew what was happening, Dakota was face down in my crotch.
His mouth took in the helmet head and, at 10 years old, that was about all
he could accommodate.  Although I thought I had been preparing myself
mentally all night for Declan or Devon to maybe go down on me, I wasn't
prepared for Dakota doing it.  His mouth was so warm and tight I thought I
was going to blow my load right then.
      "You really like doing this, don'tcha?" I asked.
      "Ummm," Dakota hummed.
      "Watchin' Dakota has made me horny," Devon said, lowering his Alice
panties to display his erection.
      Declan and Dylan simultaneously began `throwing' their fists.  "Rocks
break scissors," Dylan said with a smile.
      Knowing he was going to have to suck Devon, Declan pointed to his
growing erection and smiled.  "Looks like you get the big boy this time."
      "Dakota already claimed that prize." Dylan said, smiling impishly and
thrusting a thumb in our direction.
      "Burn!" Dylan sang at his younger brother's `put down' of their cocky
older brother's comment.
      Even so, Dylan began sucking his 16-year-old brother as he also began
stroking his 12-year-old four and a half inch cock from a semi-flaccid
state into a full-fledged erection.
      "Now, that's what I'm talking' about," Tiffany said, quietly, like
she didn't want to interrupt the action.  She ran the middle finger of her
right hand in small circles over her clitoris as she watched her sons and
me engaged in sex.  Her left hand snaked under her negligee jacket and was
rubbing her right tit.  She was so hot standing there with just the top on
and no panties.  Her eyes lingered first on Declan sucking Devon and Dylan
sucking Declan before moving on to stare at Dakota sucking me.
      Dakota was fluttering his tongue over my frenulum, that fold of skin
on the underside of my cock where the two sides of my helmet cap come
together.  He teased it better than anyone who had ever sucked me.  His
upper lip, in the meantime, was moving back and forth over that sensitive
top part on the crown of my cock causing all kinds of amazing sensations.
I guess, because he wasn't able to take more of my shaft, he was perfecting
whatever talents were available to him.
      Every time Dakota breathed, I felt his exhale flow down over my cock
like the breeze created by butterfly wings.  As his lips and tongue worked
their magic he began twisting his head slightly around the cock shaft just
behind the cock crown.
      I hope my moan of appreciation was reward enough because it felt so
good I couldn't speak.  For my part, I was alternately staring at Tiffany
pleasuring herself, the other boys and Dakota's small firm butt mounds.  I
wondered if ... or when ... the boys were going to start fucking him.  I
debated whether I should intervene by laying down some ground rules to
protect him.  I certainly didn't want him to get hurt.
      In the meantime, Dakota had discovered my piss slit and was sawing
his tongue back and forth through the cleft.  Every once in a while he
dipped his tongue tip into it to lick up some of my pre-cum.  For a
blow-job that wasn't a shaft sucking blow-job, he was doing a helluva job.
      "That's some nice mouth you've got on you, son," I said to Dakota.
"I guess you've had a lot of practice with these guys."
      "Every morning and very evening," Devon said.  "He can't seem to get
enough of it."
      Easing himself off my cock Dakota smiled and said, "... and sometimes
more often than that."
      "Hey, Dakota, how about giving your jaw an opportunity to relax and
give Declan a chance to show Dad what a good cock sucker he is," Devon
suggested.
      "Hey!" Declan yelped indignantly but not too convincingly.
      "Okay," Dakota said, bounding off his bed and onto Devon's bed
without touching the floor.
      Dylan released Declan's cock from his mouth, stood up precariously on
the bouncing mattress and said, "Your turn," as he shoved his erection in
Devon's apparently willing mouth.
      Declan laid on his side with his head positioned near my crotch
... unfortunately, not in the 69 position.  Then he pulled my right hip
toward him so I was lying on my side.  That way he was able to suck me and
jack-off for his mother, too.
      "Nice to know the boy listens," Tiffany whispered.  Then she knelt on
the bed to watch Declan stroke himself.  She pressed her knee against his
upper thigh ... very near his low hanging ball sack.
      He moaned appreciatively, acknowledging the contact but slowed his
jack-off motion so she could admire his endowment ... and maybe his
technique.  As his fist made an up stroke, it would also gently swirl under
his cock crown.  He never brought his fist fully up over the head.  That
was always denied any attention.  I wondered if that was his most sensitive
area.
      "Your mom likes to have me cum on her tits.  You think you boys can
do that for her?"
      "Mumm," Declan moaned agreeably around my cock.
      "Mumm," Devon mumbled around Dylan's cock.
      "Sorry, Mom, I don't make cum yet but as soon as I do ..." Dylan
said.
      "That's okay," I interrupted, "she just likes the idea of it
splattering on her.  A dry orgasm now will only make the real thing all the
better later."
      Releasing my cock, Declan said, "So umm, you won't cum in my mouth,
right?"
      "Nope, I'll save it for your mom's tits."
      "Good," he said, satisfied that at least one worry he had was
alleviated.
      I deliberately looked at Dakota for his reaction.  He looked a little
peeved.
      "Then you can lick it off her boobs if you want."
      Dakota's mood improved immediately.
      Declan must have liked that option, too ... or maybe he was just
startled by it, because he gulped down about another inch of my cock.  In
so doing, he gagged and began sputtering.
      "Not as easy as I make it look, is it?" Tiffany said proudly.  "Took
me a lot of practice sessions to learn how to deep throat your dad."
      "I guess!" Declan said, continuing to cough.
      "Let me try, Devon said in a tone that implied he was invoking a
challenge.
      "Can I fuck ya while you're doing him?  This hand job just ain't
cuttin' it," Declan said.
      "Sure Devon said, "but that means ..."
      "Yeah, I know, Declan said ... apparently trying to stop Devon from
finishing his sentence.
      Dakota had mentioned that Devon didn't like to swallow cum but Devon
attacked my cock like he was thirsty for something.  In fact, he was doing
a much better job than Declan ... and of course, the much younger Dakota.
Maybe knowing I wasn't going to cum in his mouth helped improve his
technique.
      Lying back, gently stroking himself, Declan said, "Um, I was
thinking, umm ...  Devon's really worried about you guys thinking he's all
... you know ... uh ... queer and all for takin' it up the butt."
      "No problem," I said.
      "Don't worry about it," Tiffany said.
      "I just think he should ... like ... somehow ... be allowed to prove
to you he's a real guy, too."
      "Whaddya got in mind?" I asked, looking at Tiffany for her reaction.
      She smiled enigmatically.
      "Don't know.  I was just umm, trying to think of some way he could do
that," Declan said.  He looked at Dakota ... the most outspoken one of the
bunch ... for help.
      "He could fuck me!" Dakota offered.
      "That wouldn't prove he wasn't gay," Declan said.  "That's still guy
on guy action."
       "I could fuck HIM!" Dakota offered.
      "Same thing."
      "Oh, yeah," Dakota agreed.
      Besides, you're not old enough to fuck yet." Devon said.
      "Or to be fucked, either," Dylan said
      Remembering how Collin complained about the three of us always
excluding him because he was `too this' or `too that', I said, "How can you
be sure?"
      All four boys' heads turned in my direction.
      "Dad! He's ten years old!"
      "Maybe he can ... maybe he can't but he should be given the
opportunity to try."
      "You mean it?" Devon asked.
      "You're okay with ... um ... us fuckin' Dakota?"
      "If you let him fuck you, too," I said, apparently coming to term
with my 'how to protect Dakota's ass' issue.  I hadn't been there to
protect Devon or Dylan ... why should Dakota be any different?
      "Not me," Declan said.  "I'm 100 per-cent top.  These guys all know
that."
      "Sounds like someone else I know," Tiffany said with a smirk,
apparently referring to my youthful reluctance to being fucked.
      "Who?"
      "I'll let your aunt and uncles tell you." I said.
      "You mean I can really fuck somebody?" Dakota asked excitedly.
      "If one of the boys is willing."
      "But Dad," Devon whined.
      "Let him try," I encouraged.  Then I winked like I knew they would
understand.
      "Not me," Dylan said.
      "It's okay with me," Devon said going down on my cock again like a
starving man.
      "Honest?" Dakota said.  "Now?  Can I fuck you now?"
      "Sure, why not?"
      Keeping my cock in his mouth, Devon rolled onto his stomach.  Dakota
knee- walked into position and tried to stick his one inch hard-on into
Devon's ass.  He didn't get past the cheek flesh.
      "Spread your fat ass!" Dakota ordered.
      Devon grabbed a cheek in each hand and tugged them apart.
      Once again Dakota took aim but failed to penetrate.
      "Roll over and raise your legs."
      Devon complied but once again Dakota, for the most part, failed
... getting only part of his cockhead in Devon's hole.
      "Maybe I am too little," Dakota said, satisfied that, for now, it was
impossible.  "But I'm not too little to be fucked."
      Looking around at the available meat, I said, "Dylan might be a good
one to start with."
      Dylan's eyes widened with apprehension.
      "Unless you've got a friend your age you would rather fuck with,
first."
      I was surprised when Dakota actually took time to think about it
before he said, "No, I don't think so."
      "So," I said regarding Dylan's remark, "I'm guessing you've tried it
before but didn't like it, right?'
      "Yeah.  It was too painful."
      "Which one did you try to take?"
      "Both."
      "At the same time!" Tiffany said in a mock-surprised tone.  "That
must have really hurt!"
      "Mom!" Dylan groaned.
      "I don't wanna do it if it's gonna hurt!" Dakota said.  "But after
watchin' Devon it looked like fun."
      "Some guys like it, some guys don't.  If you don't want to do it, the
boys won't make you do it.  Understand, boys?"
      "But I think you should talk to your uncles before you make up your
mind," Tiffany said.  "They can tell you about their experiences and then
you can decide."
      "Okay," Dakota said, apparently satisfied that there was still a
chance he could play the big boys' games.
      "And I've been thinking about Declan's concern," Tiffany said.  "I
think the only way Devon can prove conclusively that he's not 100 percent
gay ... not that it matters ...  is if he fucks a girl.  Is there any girl
you know who would be willing to `perform' in front of your parents
... and/or your brothers?"
      Devon looked at Declan who glared at him like he didn't want him to
give the `wrong' answer.
      "Not really," Devon said.  "I mean, umm..."
      Declan said, "We ... us brothers ... have watched him with Slutzsky
but I don't think she'd do it in front of you guys.  She'd be afraid you'd
go all 'parenting' on her and tell her folks she was fuckin' everybody in
school."
      "Including some of the teachers," Devon offered as additional
validation.
      "If all I saw her fucking was my son, how would I know anything about
all the other activity?" Tiffany said with a knowing smile.
      "Oh, yeah, I guess you wouldn't," Declan said sheepishly but not too
convincingly.
      Tiffany looked over at me, smiling.  I smiled back indicating I was
also aware that Declan was deliberately manipulating the conversation into
the direction of HIS agenda.
      "Too late now," Devon added, "so I guess she's out of the equation."
      "And the only other girls we know who, for sure, wouldn't tell are
Uncle Caleb's daughters but they're younger than Dakota."
      "Yeah, they're too young, that's for sure," Tiffany said.
      Not wanting to prolong the charade any longer, I said, "It looks like
that just leaves your mother but I don't imagine you'd want to fuck an old
lady."  I knew Tiffany wouldn't have a problem with me using that term
because she knew I was baiting the boys the same way they were baiting us.
      "Mom's not old!" Declan challenged.
      "Yes she is," Dakota argued ... always the realist.
      "Didn't you hear what the guys at school were sayin' about her?"
Devon asked me.  "I mean, they think Mom's smokin' hot!"
      "Do you think she's smokin' hot?" I asked.
      "Would I fuck her?  Hell yeah!"
      "Then what's stoppin' ya?  Have at it!"
      Devon looked at me and then at his mother apprehensively.
      "What," Tiffany asked, "you don't want your dad in the room?"
      "It's not that.  It's just ... I'm nowhere as big as him.  I'm afraid
you'll be ...  disappointed."
      "No woman is ever disappointed so long as the man tries his best."
      "She might not be satisfied," I added, "but she definitely won't be
disappointed.
      As Tiffany laid down on Dakota's bed ... the only empty one at the
moment ...  Devon's boner began to bounce with anticipation, under his
cheerleading skirt.
      "Take the costume off, doofus." Declan chided.  "Mom's not a
lesbian."  Then with a hopeful look at his mother, he asked, "Are you?"
      "Devon, Dakota and Declan said almost, at the same time, "Ask your
Aunt Caitlin," or variations thereof.
      As Devon stripped off his girlfriend's uniform he asked Declan, "Am I
really gonna do this?"
       "It looks like the pussy got first dibs on the pussy.  Go for it
dude.  But I gotta tell ya, as the oldest, I'm jealous," Declan said in a
good-natured tone of voice.
      Devon grinned as he eased his way between his mother's thighs.  Then,
with a nervous chuckle he said, "This is so fuckin' weird I'm probably
gonna have a premature ejaculation."
      "That means you'll be able to fuck her longer before your next cum,"
I encouraged.
      Devon smiled like he knew I was trying to tell him a PE would be okay
under the circumstances.  His whole body shuddered as he entered her pussy.
A soft sounding stuttering groan escaped his throat from the pleasure he
was deriving from it.
      I think half of his pleasure was from the physical assault on his
cock but half was from the `forbidden pleasure thoughts' racing though his
mind.
      "Oh my god!  This is nothing like I thought it would be.  It's
soooooo much better."
      "I'll take that as a compliment," Tiffany said.
      I watched as his butt cheeks dimpled with each inward thrust.  The
other boys were just as mesmerized as I was.
      "You have no worries, son," Tiffany said.  "You're a very good
lover."
      "Thanks, mom," Devon said.  Then, as if he had forgotten, he quickly
slid his right hand between their lower bellies so he could rub her clit.
After she began to squirm a little, he tentatively lowered his head to her
right breast.  His tongue snaked out to lick the nipple and her ass rose
off the bed carrying his weight with her.
      "Wow!" Dakota said, apparently surprised that his brother could get
that kind of a reaction out of a woman.
      Tiffany wrapped her legs around Devon's thighs, hooking her heels
under his butt cheeks to encourage him to keep driving deep.
      "Um. Dad?" Declan asked.
      "Yeah?" I said a little husky-voiced.
      "Would it be okay if I um, like ... uh ... I sucked you some more?"
      "Well, to be fair," I said in that voice that implied I was going to
say no, "you can't suck me ... unless I can suck you, too."
      "Wow, you wanna suck ME?," Declan exclaimed.
      "You suck, too?" Dakota asked.
      Devon stopped teasing his mom's tit long enough to look over at me to
see if I was joking or not.
      "Can I suck you, Dylan?" Dakota asked.
      "Always, dude, you know that," Dylan said with a brotherly smile.
"Unless you wanna try what Dad suggested."
      "I don't know.  You said it hurts."
      "Maybe I just wasn't' ready for it at the time.  Maybe you're ready."
      "We can try," Dakota said bravely, "but if I want you to stop, ummm
I'll still blow ya, okay?"
      "Deal," Dylan said.
      As much as I wanted to keep an eye on the two of them as they
attempted to pop my ten-year-olds' ass cherry, I discovered it was
impossible with Declan's meat staring me in the face.  It was too
mouth-wateringly delicious to ignore.
      As Tiffany and Devon were making moaning and groaning noises along
with squishy flesh against flesh slapping sounds, I engulfed Declan's meat
... but only halfway.  I wanted to save the deep-throat surprise for later.
      "Maybe if you lay on your back and lift your legs," Dylan said, but
then Declan's thighs clamped around my ears just as he grunted out a
muffled moan from my oral ministrations.  He writhed and squirmed around as
I used some of the best techniques I've learned over the years to
torture/pleasure him.
      I have to admit, he was doing a helluva job on MY cock, too.  This
time, however, he was able to get about three-quarters of it in his mouth
without gagging.  Every once in a while he would go too deep and gag but to
his credit, he never pulled away.  Once, because we were belly-to-inverted
belly, I felt his stomach wretch and I was sure he was going to puke but he
held it back.  As far as I was concerned, that just made everything all the
hotter.
      Just about then, Devon wailed like a banshee, "I'm gonna cum!"
      Declan whipped his mouth off my cock like he had been scalded by
boiling water and yelled. "On her tits!  On her tits!"
      Obviously Declan was more aware of Devon's sounds of urgency than any
of the rest of us because as soon as I lifted my head to look over Declan's
hip I saw Devon pulling out of my wife's cunt.  Without moving from his
position, he shot gobs of cum up past Tiffany's belly to land right onto
her tits.
      After about the fourth spurt, Declan warned, "Hurry up!"  Declan must
have known, too that his brother's cum consistantly shot quite a distance.
      Weak-kneed, Devon stood up and got into a position where the rest of
his orgasm was able to splatter down onto his mother's boobs.  There were
at least six more spurts and a few dribbles.
      "Sorry, Dad," Declan said, swinging away from me.  He ran around the
end of the bed and stood at his mother's side while he stroked his cock
about three times.  Then he, too, began splashing Tiffany with creamy white
cum.
      "Dad had me so close to cummin' so many times, I thought I was gonna
get blue balls," Declan said.  "But I wanted to wait until Devon was
finished first.  Can I fuck you, Mom?"
      "Wipe that excess off first and then you can."
      Devon leaned over, engulfed his older brother cock and cleaned him
off.
      "Thanks, bro," Declan said as he got into position over his mother.
      With that little display finished, I looked over at Dakota and Dylan.
To my surprise, they were kissing ... French kissing ... and Dylan had his
four-and-a-half inch boner balls-deep in Dakota's ass.  From the way Dakota
was humping up to meet his brother's thrusts I got the impression he was in
no pain.
      "Sorry, Dakota, but Dad says I have to have a dry orgasm on Mom's
tits," Dylan said, pulling out of his little brother's ass.
      "Okay," Dakota said indifferently.
      Dylan jumped up to stand on the bed facing his mom with his ass in
Declan's face and stroked his boner.  Tiff and I watched as his face
contorted into a grimace and his abdomen began the tell-tale signs of
contractions indicating an impending orgasm.  Then there was the sigh of
relief and that euphoric expression of one who had just cum ... dry cummed.
      "Hey, Dakota, you wanna try takin' mine?" Devon asked, waving his
still hard erection at his little brother.
      "Sure.  It didn't hurt, like Dylan said it would.  In fact, it felt
kinda ... umm ...  like I had an inch up in there that he was scratchin'."
      "Yeah, I know what you mean.  Um, Dakota, can we try something a
little different?"
      "Sure."
      "I'm gonna lay down and I want you to sit on it.  Okay?"
      "I'll try."
      I watched Dakota's face for signs of pain as he began his descent
onto his brother's much larger cock.  Seeing none, I glanced over at
Tiffany and Declan who were both watching the action, too.  Although Declan
was rubbing the fresh cum all over his mother's tits while he fucked her,
his eyes never lost sight of his little brother's asshole.
      "I can't wait until Thanksgiving, so we can talk to our aunt and
uncles about all this," Declan said.  "Now that we know it's okay to talk
to them about sex, it's gonna be so awesome to find out about all the
things you guys have done together."
      "But before that," Dylan said, "we have ..."
      "Dylan!" Declan yelled.
      Sheepishly, Dylan said, "Oh yeah, it's a secret."
      Tiffany and I exchanged quizzical looks like we were asking each
other if we knew what secret they were taking about.  We both shook our
heads `no' at the same time.  I shrugged my shoulders in an `oh well,'
attitude.
      "Do you fuck guys?" Dylan asked me.
      "Yeah, I've fucked a couple of guys."
      "You wanna fuck me?"
      "I'm not sure that would be ..."
      "I mean, I didn't like it when Declan tried to fuck me... or later
when Devon tried ... but after seeing how easily Dakota was able to take it
I must have been doing something wrong ... or maybe I just ..."
      "You don't have to explain.  But you have to promise me that if it
hurts too much, you'll tell me to stop.  Understood?"
      "Understood."
      "Which position do you like best?"
      "Well, that's the thing ... um ... I want to try something ... um
... well, I think it's kinda weird."

      To be continued.

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