Date: Thu, 29 Jun 2006 12:43:06 -0500
From: jockhunger@yahoo.com
Subject: Sharin Chapter Three - Brothers Share

	Over the past two years, Lance became the "go to" guy for his
little brother Randy.  In an attempt to help his younger brother grow
up knowing more about sex than he did at that age, Lance--with help
from his girlfriend's mouth--introduced his brother to the world of
blowjobs.  Lance said it was an early Christmas present even though it
was Sharon's idea.  At the sound of the car door closing, Lance, Randy
and Sharon hurried to get dressed.
	"Fuck!" Lance shouted.  He tossed his brother one pair of
the red plaid boxers they had discarded earlier, followed by his
brother's Durasheens.  "Quick, put 'em on."  Lance hopped on first one
foot and then the other as he scrambled into his pants he had worn to
school.
	He looked over at Sharon who was slipping on her sweater but not
her bra.  As she slipped into her own jeans, he saw her tuck her
panties into the front of Randy's pants.
	"A little souvenir," she cooed, "of your first muff dive."  Then
kissing him passionately, she added, "and your first blow job."
	"Awh man!  Now I'm gettin' hard again," Randy moaned as he pulled
the button-front shirt he'd worn to school over his head, hoping the
shirttails would hide his boner.
	"Save it for later," Sharon said, running her hand down inside
the front of her jeans.  "I've got a feeling I'm gonna need you guys to
help me out again real soon."  Then she removed her hand, licked her
middle finger and said, "Yep, it's simmering even as we speak."
	"Awh fuck!" Lance said.  "Now mine's boning up, too."  He started
to tuck in his shirt but decided to follow Randy's lead and let his
shirt cover his crotch.
	"And I don't want either of you to jack off.  I want all that
sweet jism for myself."
	Both boys felt their nuts clench up at the thought of abstaining.
Simultaneously they groaned, "Jeeze."
	"I'm a growing boy," Randy said.  "I've gotta have release or
I'll bust."
	"The only way either of you can dump a load is if you blow each
other," Sharon said with finality.
	"Eewh!" both shouted.
	"Thought that would shut you two whiners up," Sharon said, just
as the front door opened.
	"Hi, Dad," Randy croaked, like his voice was still changing.
	"Hi, Mr. Wilson," Sharon said politely.
	"Sharon," Geoff said, looking around the room for his wife,
Anita.  "Uh, hi.  How are you?"  He pulled off his topcoat and hung it
in the closet.
	"I'm fine."  Then stepping closer, she said.  "I just stopped by
for a minute to drop off a Christmas present."
	Randy gulped like he thought his Dad would ask to see the
package--the contents of which Randy had squirted all over Sharon's
tits.  `How do you display a blowjob under the tree?' he thought.  Then
he felt his cock twitch at the recollection of their afternoon
activities.
	"Where's your mom?" Geoff asked, looking around again as he
pulled off his suit coat.
	"Uh, she'll be home in about ten minutes," Lance said, looking at
his watch, only after he'd answered.  He hoped his father didn't notice
the blunder.
	"I thought we said no girls in the house unless one of us were
home," Geoff said.
	"It's not like we could do anything unacceptable," Sharon said
politely, "because Squirt was here the whole time."
	"Not that we WOULD, if he weren't here," Lance added quickly.
	"Yeah, Dad," Randy said, "It's not like I'd let 'em suck face in
front of me.  Eewh!"  Then he said, "Besides, we just got home
ourselves.  We're still wearing what we wore to school.  We haven't
even had time to change."
	"You wore those to school?" Geoff asked, pointing to the
Durasheens.
	"Duh, Dad.  I was changing when the doorbell rang, so I slipped
these on.  I couldn't answer the door in my boxers."
	"Hey, Dad," Lance said, "I mean, look.  He's still got his school
shirt on.  And I was in the middle of a ..." Lance's voice trailed to a
whisper before he said, "... piss, so I couldn't answer it."
	"I guess you're right.  I know I'm being overly protective but
..."
	"Not at all," Sharon said.  "My dad's the same way and I love him
for it. Too many parents don't pay enough attention to what their kids
are doing and those are the kids who get in trouble."
	"Yeah, drugs and booze." Lance said.
	"You could give us a blood test right now.  We wouldn't mind,"
Randy said, "'cuz you guys raised us right.  We're not gonna do
anything to embarrass you."
	"Well, I gotta go," Sharon said as she sidestepped around Geoff--
a little too close.  Her boobs lingered against his biceps a moment
longer than was necessary before she reached for the doorknob.  "You
guys are gonna be going to the  midnight service at your church
Christmas Eve, right?" she said, looking straight into Geoff's eyes.
	"Christmas Eve," Geoff repeated, obviously distracted by the
accidental `brush with breast.'  "Uh, yeah.  We'll be there.  Anita is
singing in the choir."
	"Mom's got a solo," Lance said.
	Looking down at Sharon's ample bosom, Geoff asked, "Aren't you
wearing a coat?"
	"Oh!  Uh, no.  Got the sweater."  She thrust her chest out to
direct Geoff's attention to her sweater and distract him, yet again,
while Randy kicked her coat behind the sofa.
	Stepping between Randy and Geoff's line of vision, Lance said,
"Uh, Sharon, I'll see you to your car."
	"Don't be silly.  It's just outside."  Then she wrapped her arms
around Lance's neck, kissed him on the cheek and said, "See you later."
Then, as if caught up in the spirit of the moment, she crushed up
against Geoff and did the same thing.  "Merry Christmas," she said,
waving good-bye.  "See ya, Squirt."
	"See ya," Randy said.
	Lance used eye motions to urge Randy upstairs.  He figured it
would be best for the two of them if they made themselves scarce until
dinnertime.  That way, there wouldn't be a constant reminder that they
had been caught going against the rules.  By the time Anita had the
table set, it appeared their dad had forgotten about it.
	`But,' Lance thought, `Dad tends to percolate things before he
acts on them.  We might not be out of the woods yet.'
	Randy offered to do dishes and then joined his folks in the
family room to watch TV while Lance was surfing the net upstairs in the
bedroom.  Randy was deep in thought about everything that had happened
earlier so, when the phone rang, he jumped nervously.  Even so, he
picked it up on the first ring.  "City Morgue, you stab 'em, we slab 'em."
	"Randy!" Anita groused.
	"Hi, Sharon.  Hold on, I'll get Lance."
	"Where is he?" Sharon asked.
	"Upstairs."
	"Good, I want you to stay on the phone, too."
	"Really?"
	"Yeah."
	"Lance!" Randy yelled, "It's Sharon."  When he heard Lance pick
up, he said, "Sharon wants me to listen, too."
	"Mom down there with you?" Lance asked in an attempt to warn
Sharon that his brother wasn't alone.
	"Yeah, Dad too."
	"Oh, sorry," Lance apologized as he said, "Hi, Sharon.  Squirt
had to tell me that so Mom would know he wasn't listening in on our
private conversation.  What's up?"
	"It's what's gonna be up by the time we hang up."
	"Whaddya mean?" Randy asked, not knowing how Sharon used
innuendos to make a point.
	"Well, I know what you two are wearing ... plaid boxers.  Wanna
know what I'm wearing?"
	"Sharon!" Randy whined.
	"Nothing but Hot Brothers' Cum perfume and locker room stink.
	"Ohhh ..." Lance groaned.
	"Huh?" Randy asked.
	"I'm lying in bed with your brother's stinky ol' jockstrap draped
over my tits and I'm rubbing 'em with his skanky odor.  Yeah, Lance,
just knowing your big ol' dick has sweat in the pouch of this jock and
that you've dripped pre-cum in it every time you've thought about
eatin' me out, just makes the odor all the more powerful."
	"Ooooh," both boys groaned.
	Randy watched as his dad got up and went into the master bedroom.
He didn't hear what excuse Geoff gave Anita because he was distracted.
	The two boys could hear sucking noises over the phone.  "I just
love sucking on the pouch of your jockstrap, Lance.  It's like a cock
and balls doggy bag."
	"Unnngh," Lance moaned suddenly.
	"Lance, are you pokin' out the fly of your shorts?"
	"Uh huh," Lance said breathily.
	"You got your legs crossed, Squirt, hiding your boner from your
mom and dad?"
	"Dad left," Randy said distractedly but crossed his legs as he
realized her question was really an instruction aimed to warn him that
his mother might see his growing erection.
	"Ummm," Sharon said.  "I bet your dad went to pee.  He's gonna
reach in his pants, dig around for his cock ... then he's gonna pull it
out and stretch it away from his body before he aims it at the toilet.
I wonder if he holds it up with two fingers or if he's so big he has to
use his whole fist."
	"Jeeze, Sharon, for a girl, you sure know a lot about how guys
pee," Lance said.
	"I grew up with eleven brothers, remember?  Five older and six
younger, so I had to learn all about `aim' and `trajectory'."
	"Oh, yeah," Lance said.  "I forgot your family's a Catholic
diocese of its own."
	"Except we're not Catholic," Sharon said.  Then salaciously, she
continued.  "I'd just love to feel your dad's hot rigid cock sliding
past my lips, across my tongue and down my throat."
	"Eewh!" Randy said but his cock oozed a large glob of pre-cum,
nonetheless.
	"I don't believe you use that same filthy mouth to eat with,"
Lance groaned.
	"I bet he's got one even bigger than yours, Lance."
	"Dunno," Lance said, groping his aching balls.
	"I want you to find out for me.  Will you do that?"
	"Gross!" Lance said.
	"I've got a scorching hot mouth just yearning to suck the big
beautiful cock of the brother who first brings me the information about
how big your dad is."
	"Hmmmmm." Randy moaned, remembering just how hot her mouth was.
	"That's your job, Squirt." Lance said quickly, like a kid calling
`shotgun.'  He didn't want to be stuck with having to spy on his dad.
	"That sounds do-able," Randy said in a business-like tone for the
sake of his mother's attentive ear.
	"Lance, take your shorts off and sniff 'em." Sharon said, more as
a command than a suggestion.
	"Say what?"
	"Do it.  I want you to tell me what your stink smells like to
you."
	"Why not Randy?" Lance argued, not wanting to smell his
underwear.
	"Okay, Randy," Sharon said snippily, "why don't you take off your
boxers and tell me--in front of your mother--what they smell like."
	Randy's heart skipped a beat or two before Lance said, "Okay,
I'll do it.  I forgot."
	"I'm always watchin' your back.  Don't you boys forget that,"
Sharon said.
	Randy and Sharon listened to Lance's grunts and groans, huffs and
puffs as he stripped out of them.  Then they heard him sniff them.
	"Eewh," Lance said mildly.
	"What?" Sharon asked.
	"Sweat and ..."
	"And what?"
	"I'd say ..."
	"Cum?  Poop?" Sharon urged.
	"Gross!" Lance said before he added, "cum, definitely.  Poop, no.
Maybe a slight butt-crack smell, though."
	"A good fart smell, right?"
	"Yeah, I guess," Lance said, "if there IS such a thing as a
good fart smell."
	"Oh, there is," Sharon said.  "Now, what number is on the
waistband?"
	"What?" Lance asked, but looked anyway.  "Ohmigod!  These are
Squirt's!"
	Sharon burst into laughter.
	Randy looked at his lap and felt his cum shoot up his tube,
totally against his will, filling his brother's boxers with teen cum."
	"I saw you toss him the wrong ones when we got dressed so quickly
this afternoon."
	"Making a guy sniff some other guy's funky shorts," Lance
accused, "... that's fuckin' perverted!  Even if they ARE my
brother's."
	`Not as perverted as cummin' in your brother's boxers,' Randy
thought with a shudder.
	"I just thought it would bring you two a little closer.  That's
what you want, isn't it?"
	"Not this way!" Lance said.
	"Does your dad wear boxers? Sharon asked.
	"I don't know," Lance said.
	"Sometimes," Randy said.
	"You ever use his bathroom?  The one next to your folks'
bedroom?"
	"Hardly ever," Randy said.
	"Never," Lance said.
	"Is the shower curtain see-through?"
	"No, dark blue," Randy said.
	"If you hide behind it, would you be able to see your dad's
pecker when he's peeing?"
	"Maybe, reflected in the mirror," Randy mumbled in an almost
whisper.
	"But that would be too risky," Lance warned.
	"Does he sleep in the nude?"
	"Don't know," both answered.
	"Are your folks sound sleepers?"
	"Mom is," Lance said, remembering Randy couldn't comment with
Anita in the same room listening.  "Dad not so much.  Only if the TV's
on.  Turn it off and he wakes up."
	"Yeah, my dad's the same way.  Do you guys own a video camera?"
	"Yeah," Randy said.
	"In Dad's closet," Lance said like that option was out.
	"Well, you're just gonna have to figure out a way to see him
naked.  I want to know what he looks like."
	"What does it matter?  A cock's a cock," Lance said.  "Besides,
you told me size doesn't matter."
	"It doesn't.  I've got an idea I'm working on but I need to know
what I'm gonna be dealing with."
	"What idea?" Lance asked skeptically.
	"You know what we did today?"
	"Yeah," both boys said.
	"Well, I've decided I'd like to make this a family affair.  But
what I have in mind will be so worth it once you find out for me.  Oh
... and a picture would be awesome!"
	"No way!" Randy said.
	"Impossible!" Lance said.
	"Lance, you can hang up now.  I'm gonna say good-bye to Randy in
a special way.  Oh!  Don't forget.  No jackin' off."
	Lance groaned.  "Goodnight.  But remember, Mom's in the same room
with him."  Then he hung up.
	"Squirt, I'm just about to cum.  I want you to listen while I
moan.  Would you like that?"
	"Ummmm." Randy said eagerly.  He listened attentively.  He could
hear a slick wet sound and a faint hum.  Then Sharon grunted, groaned
and moaned throughout her orgasm.  He heard a muffled scream, like
she was screaming through ... `a skanky jockstrap' Randy thought.
	When she was done, she said, "I know what you did but I want you
to know it was okay.  I expected it to happen.  In fact, that's why I
called.  I hoped it would happen ... for you.  But from now on ...
until we have sex again ... no more cumming."
	`How could she know I just cummed in Lance's boxers while I was
listening to her?' Randy wondered.
	"Understand?"
	"Uh, yeah ... sure," Randy said distractedly.
	"And let me know about your dad."
	"How?"
	"Hard if you can do it.  But soft will be okay."
	"No.  I mean ... how?"
	"You'll figure something out.  G'night."
	Randy heard the disconnect click just as Lance walked in the
room. Randy returned the receiver to the cradle.
	"Thought I'd come down to run interference," Lance said, walking
in wearing nothing but a T-shirt and his boxers.  "But I guess I didn't
have to."  With a jerk of his head, Lance suggested they go upstairs.
	Randy shook his head `no.'
	More insistently, Lance jerked his head again.  "We'll be
upstairs," Lance said to his mom.
	Randy glared at him as his cum cooled.  When he stood, he flinched
as his boxers smeared the cold wet cum all over his thighs.  On the way
up the stairs, Randy said, "I've gotta pee."
	"We gotta talk," Lance said, following him in.
	"Do you mind?" Randy asked annoyed.
	"Just do it."
	Disgruntled, Randy thought, `It was okay when I was the one
walking in on him but ...'
	"Listen, I know Sharon.  She won't put out until we find out how
big dad is."
	"Can't we just lie to her?" Randy asked.
	Seeing his brother wasn't peeing, Lance joked with him.  "Dude,
you take it out, aim for the bowl and relax.  That's how a guy pees."
	"It's not that," Randy groaned miserably.
	"Why didn't you say so.  I'll let ya shit in peace."
	"No," Randy said, "It's ... it's ... oh jeeze, you're gonna find
out anyway."
	"What?"
	"I cummed in your shorts, man!"
	Lance smiled broadly.
	"What?" Randy asked annoyed.
	"All that talk got to me, too."  Reaching into the hamper, he
picked out Randy's boxers, holding them between two fingers like they
were radioactive.
	Smiling, Randy stripped.  Then he asked, "Think we should rinse
'em out before they dry?"
	"Good idea, Squirt.  I'll be in the bedroom."
	"Lance?" Randy asked before he could leave.
	"Yeah?"
	"Sharon said she knew I cummed.  How could she?"
	"I don't know but it's like she has satellite vision or something.
I swear, she knows about things I've done that there's no way she could
have known."
	"Oh."
	"Hey, Squirt.   Uh, what we did this afternoon.  I ... uh ...
hadn't planned for the two of us to ... you know."
	"It's okay.  I mean ... I'm okay with it if you are."
	"Sharon said she wouldn't do it unless I ... joined ... in."
	"I don't mind.  She's your girlfriend, after all."
	"It's just ... well ... kinda ... incestuous," Lance stammered.
	"No it's not.  It's not like we were doing anything ... you and
me ... to each other!  It was us and her!"
	"Yeah, okay.  Just so you know."
	"I'm cool."
	"So ... you gonna wanna do it again ... sometime?" Lance asked,
raising one eyebrow questioningly.
	"Fuck yeah!  I mean ... if YOU'RE tight with it."
	"Gonna have to be.  Ever since Victoria's Secret, Sharon's got
it in her head the two of us are better than one."
	"Well, I'm not gonna argue with her opinion of us," Randy
snickered.  Then, looking at Lance's boxers, he said, "Dude, your
faucet's leaking.  Take 'em off and I'll rinse those out, too."
	Dropping his shorts to the floor and then kicking them into the
air with his toe, Randy grabbed them in mid air and tossed his
brother's boxers in the sink.  "Sharon sure has some strange ideas,
though," Lance said, helping Randy wring out the first pair of shorts
he'd been rinsing out.
	"Yeah," Randy said, thinking, `We can't cum unless we blow each
other.'
	"Like ... why'd she make me sniff your shorts, man?"  Lance said
disgustedly.
	"And ... why does she want to know how big dad is?"
	"She loves cock," Lance said.  "She confessed when we first
started dating that she loves 'em.  She promised to be faithful to me
but I'm thinkin' she's wanting to explore some more, too."
	"Why you say that?  I think she loves you.  The real kinda love
... not just your cock."
	"I guess ... because I'm feeling like I wanna try some strange,
too."
	"Strange what?"
	"Strange pussy.  New muff."
	"I thought you said you had to make all kinds of promises before
she'd blow me," Randy said.
	"I did.  But I think she was just ... manipulating me."
	"Really?"
	"I think she'd have blown you even if I didn't agree to muff dive
her."  Then after a moment, "... and try to talk you into it, too."
	"Yeah, that was ... cool," Randy said with no real enthusiasm.
"But do you really think she's looking ... for strange?"
	"Yeah.  A lot of conversations lately have been about ... cocks.
Ever since our trip to the mall."
	"When we showed her our boners at Vickie's?"
	"Yeah."  Lance smiled at Randy.  `He's been to Victoria's Secret
once, so now he thinks he knows Victoria Gotti well enough to call her
store `Vickie's'.
	"What's up fellas?" Geoff asked from the open bathroom door.
	Both brothers jumped.  Randy screamed like a little girl before
he got mad and shouted.  "Jesus!  You could give a guy a heart attack
doin' that!"
	"I thought you heard me calling you after I knocked on your
bedroom door."  Looking down at their naked lower halves, he said, "I
guess not."  Then, waving his hand in a small circle below waist
level, he asked, "What's all this?"
	"I spilled pop on my shorts," Randy said quickly.
	"And you?" Geoff asked Lance skeptically.
	"I ..." Lance said, holding up the wet boxers like they had
suddenly and magically appeared in his hand.
	"We were on the computer," Randy interrupted and my can tipped
over and ... it went all over both of us."
	"Our laps," Lance clarified.
	"It was all my fault," Randy whined, knowing that confessing
wrongdoings usually got him out of a punishment.  "I thought we could
wash it out real quick before it left a stain."
	"Well, you gotta admit two guys, half naked ... the wrong half ...
in a bathroom together ... uh, gives a guy reason to question."
	"Oh yeah!  I agree!" Lance assured him.  "Boy!  Now that you put
it that way, heh heh, it does look kinda queer ... queer queer, not
weird queer.  Except ..." he added, thrusting his thumb back and forth
between Randy and himself, "we're brothers.  That'd be ... incest ...
so ... no way, Dad!"
	"Time for bed, Randy," Geoff said, like that was what he'd come
to tell them.
	"But it's a holiday," Randy moaned.
	"One more hour?" Lance pleaded on his brother's behalf.  "I
promise, I'll keep him quiet.  You know ... not hyper."
	"Okay.  But then it's to bed for both of you."
	"Promise," Randy said, hugging his dad.  "You're the best."
	Geoff backed his hips away from his son's lower half and lifted
his arms away from his body self-consciously--looking for all the world
like a penguin--as his half-naked son hugged him.
	"And put some clothes on.  This isn't a nudist colony after all."
	"Yes sir," Randy said backing away.  "Sorry.  I guess Mom would
have fainted if she'd seen us like this."
	Geoff turned and left, a grimace on his face from that thought.
	After they heard their dad's footfalls downstairs, Randy started
giggling.  Lance put his hand over his brother's mouth to keep him from
bursting out laughing.
	"Don't make me pull this car over," Lance said before he, too,
started giggling.
	Randy fell into him and wrapped his arms around his brother's
waist, crushed his face into his chest and started gasping for short
breaths.
	"Did you see his face?" Lance chuckled.
	"Got caught ..." Randy giggled.
	"What's all this?" Lance mimicked his dad.
	"Naked," Randy gasped.
	Lance pulled him closer to try and stop their bodies from
convulsing.  Tears were running down their cheeks.
	"We must have been quite a sight," Lance said.
	Randy finally felt his brother's junk brushing against his belly
and realized how close they were standing to each other.  He felt his
own cock start to plump.  Taking a deep breath and backing away, he
said, "Okay."  Then he held his breath trying to stop the giggles.
"One times one is one."
	"Two times two is ... naked in the bathroom!" Lance guffawed.
	Randy ran to their bedroom and fell face down on his bed--before
Lance saw his boner rising.
	"Oh man," Lance said.  "Did you see his face?  It was like that
old lady at ... Vickie's!"
	Randy collapsed into another fit of giggles.  Even so, he pulled
his pillow between his legs, successfully hiding his now-rampant boner
before rolling over to face his brother.  He was curled up in a ball,
lying on his side, laughing.
	"Wait'll Sharon hears about this," Lance said.  "She'll put out
just for the grins and giggles."
	"Hey, I get some, too." Randy said.  "That was a team
performance."
	"You bet, little bro.  It wouldn't have been half as funny
without you, you little monkey."
	As the giggles and chuckles diminished, Randy kept the pillow
between his legs.  He was confused because he got hard after feeling
Lance's jewels pressing against him and he knew that was ... queer.
	Lance got pensive, too.  Then seriously, he asked, "Dude ... you
gonna share your girlfriends with me when you start dating?"
	"If there's anything left over ... sure," Randy grinned.  "But
there's no way you'd cheat on Sharon."
	"You're right, dude.  Don't want to fuck up a great deal like
her!"
	Then pensively, Randy asked, "How we gonna check Dad out?  He's
got his own bathroom next to his bedroom.  If I went in there ..."
	"And we hardly ever go in their room," Lance offered.
	"... he'd get suspicious.  Especially, you know, while he's
showering or peeing or whatever," Randy moaned.
	"Well, we can't do anything about it tonight.  Let's think about
it tomorrow."
	They left their bedroom door open when they went to bed so their
dad wouldn't wake them up by knocking to see if they were in bed.
	A little while later, Geoff checked in on the boys before he,
too, went to bed--earlier than Anita.  She wanted to watch some of the
late, late talk shows--as usual.  He might just as well have stayed up,
however, because all he did was toss and turn as he thought about all
he had seen and heard.
	Earlier, shortly after Sharon called, he had gone to his bedroom
and got on the extension, thinking he'd be able to discover what the
three of them had been up to when neither parent was home.  He had
listened to her describe how she wanted a picture of him naked and how
they could go about it--shower curtain, camcorder or while he was
sleeping.  Then he mulled over why she wanted to know in the first
place and why she wanted to make it "a family affair."  He speculated
about what they had done earlier in the day ... whatever that was ...
but even during his wildest imaginings, he wasn't even close.  He was,
after all, from an earlier generation.
	Even so, being a man, his first thought was that it was something
sexual.  Then the father instinct took over and he convinced himself
that such a thing was merely wishful thinking on the part of a middle-
aged man.  But then, Sharon started describing in graphic detail what
she wanted to do to him.  While he was listening to her on the phone,
he recalled her tits brushing against his arm and crushing against his
chest as she gave him a goodbye kiss.  He remembered her aroma.
	`Not perfume, exactly,' Geoff thought, `but a certain musty
smell, like ...'
	His cock sprang to life as his mind sorted out the various odors
and the answer came up "Female Orgasm!"  Absentmindedly, his hand
drifted down to his groin as he fantasized about fingering her pussy
... about Sharon going down on him ... and then gobbling her cunt like
a Christmas goose.  He began a slow stroking motion on his hard-on
because it ached worse than an abscessed tooth as he thought about her
request--no, her demand--that the boys find out his cock size.
	Guilt overtook him for a while.  He admonished himself for
thinking about Sharon in a sexual way.  She was his oldest son's
girlfriend ... and maybe even his younger son's if what he'd heard was
true.  He rebuked himself for thinking his sons were doing something
... perverted ... in the bathroom, earlier.  They had, after all, been
raised with a righteous Christian upbringing.  He consoled himself,
however, with the fact that he had a happy marriage--even if there
wasn't a lot of sex involved.  He stroked himself, knowing even his
wife wasn't aware that he jacked off almost every day so, as far as he
was concerned, her lack of interest in sex wasn't a hardship.
	Closing his eyes, he tried to calm his whirlwind thoughts.  He
breathed deeply and steadily but that only speeded up his hand
movements.  `Maybe if I jack off, I can calm down enough to fall asleep
before Anita comes to bed.'  Using mental reruns of favorite scenes
from his secret stash of porno, Geoff began the slow ascent toward
climax.  His balls roiled in his scrotum and the tingling started.
	When a vision of what he thought Sharon would look like naked
intruded into his thoughts, the jism began to work its way closer to
orgasm.  But when the scene of his two sons in the bathroom, naked from
the waist down, flashed into his imagination, it startled him.  Just as
quickly, Sharon appeared, standing between them, naked and fingering
her pussy.
	"Aaagh!" Geoff groaned in a suppressed scream.  Ten powerful
spurts later Geoff reached under the bed for his cum rag.  It was
already stiff and crusty from three previous days offerings.  After he
tucked it under the bed, again, he laid back exhausted--a contented
exhaustion.
	There was a time when Geoff worried about Anita finding the towel
before he had a chance to throw it in the next day's laundry.  After a
while, he started leaving it there two or three days, hoping she'd find
it and realize he needed sex more often.  Finally, he decided he'd wash
it once a week.  He figured, if she found it, she would know he was
jacking off and if she were concerned about it, she'd do something
about it--which she didn't.
	`But for the most part,' Geoff thought, `she still puts out every
ten to twelve days.  She keeps a clean house.  She's raised the boys
into two great kids while I've had to work.'  He felt himself getting
really drowsy.  Just before he went completely under, he thought, `Help
the boys get a look ...'
	The next morning, Christmas Eve day, Geoff awoke refreshed--more
so than most mornings.  After breakfast he went to work, neglecting to
remind the family that he only had to work half a day.  It wouldn't
matter anyway.  Anita would be at the church arranging the hundreds of
poinsettias for the midnight service. That free afternoon, he spent
getting two last presents--for himself.  Then he had a homeless lady
make out the gift cards TO: Geoffrey FROM: Santa.  He gave her five
twenty dollar bills after she handed him back the tags.
	"Merry Christmas," Geoff said.
	Her expression was priceless--just like the two gift cards in a
stranger's handwriting.
	Stopping at the mall, he paid to have the larger present
professionally gift-wrapped by the mall's customer service center.  The
other fit in a festive envelope.  Both were small enough--even wrapped
--to fit in the pockets of his camel hair topcoat.  When he got home,
he hung up his coat as usual, went to his room to change and then
watched the news until dinner.  The rest of the night was pretty much
wasted because they were getting in each other's way as they prepared
for the midnight service.
	"We have to be at the church in one hour," Anita called up the
stairs to the boys in a threatening tone.
	"We're gettin' ready right now," Lance shouted back to appease
his mom even though they hadn't even begun.
	"Blue jeans and sneaks, right?" Randy called out.
	Anita, although annoyed, appreciated the tension-breaking levity
and sang, "He know when you've been bad or good so be good for goodness
sake."
	Anita had to arrive at the church early because she had to warm
up for her solo.  That meant Lance, Randy and Geoff had to stand around
for twenty minutes before the rest of the parishioners began to arrive.
To their surprise, Sharon showed up, too.
	"I know I'm not a member but do you think it would be okay if I
attended the service?"
	"Sure," Lance said, "Everyone's welcome."
	"But when we go up for communion ..." Randy began to explain.
	"Yeah, I know," Sharon said, "you have to be confirmed first."
	"We'll be sitting close to the front," Geoff said, "about three
rows back."
	"Because Mom's singing," Randy said.  "That way, she can read
Dad's lips if she forgets the words."
	"That's not why!" Lance said and then chuckled at his brother's
imagination.  "That's pretty much where we always sit.  Some of the
older folks get kinda territorial."
	"And ladies with babies have to sit in the back," Randy said,
leading the way down the center aisle.  Standing to one side like an
usher, he waved a hand toward the pew.  Lance deferred to Sharon but
she whispered, "You go first."
	Sharon sat between Lance on her right and Geoff on her left with
Randy next to his father.  During the service, when they stood to sing,
she stood and sang.  When they knelt to pray, she knelt.  When it came
time for Anita's solo, Sharon held Lance's hand.  Part way through, she
reached for Geoff's hand, which was resting on his thigh.
	Surprised, Geoff tried to pull away but she was quicker than he
was.  When she smiled angelically, he relaxed and enjoyed the spirit of
the season.
	During the sermon, Sharon gently laid her hand on Lance's thigh.
A few minutes later, Geoff squirmed as if in discomfort and tucked his
folded hands in his crotch--just to relax the tension in his neck.  A
little later, Sharon laid her left hand on Geoff's right thigh and
smiled again.
	The sermon lasted longer than normal.  Geoff figured it was
Christmas, after all, and the priest wanted to be sure to reach all
those churchgoers who only showed up at Christmas and Easter.
	When it was time to stand for the next song--the one before
communion--Sharon noticed both Lance and Geoff were tenting their
trousers.  Both cupped their hands in front of themselves--arms crossed
piously at the wrists--as they shuffled forward to receive the Holy
Ghost.
	As Lance returned to his seat with his father following behind
him, he was able to smirk at Sharon.  When she eye-talked to him by
darting her glance over Lance's shoulder toward Geoff, Lance realized
she was telling him his dad had a boner, too.  He almost started to
giggle.  Instead, he squeezed his nuts--hard--as he sat down, so he
wouldn't burst out laughing.
	Randy, taking the seat next to his father, noticed his dad
crossed his legs--something he never did.  Occasionally, while watching
TV he would cross them at the ankles but never across the knees.  He
noticed his dad kept his hands in his lap, too.  From his own experience
a few days earlier, Randy suspected his dad was hiding a hard-on.  He
smiled.
	The rest of the service sped past--compared to the pre-sermon
portion--and they were soon on their way home.
	Lance asked, "Okay if Randy and I change for bed before we open
our Christmas Eve present?"
	"That's probably a good idea," Geoff said.  "I think I will, too."
	"I want to get out of this good dress, too," Anita said.  "I've
got to wear it again tomorrow."
	Once Lance got Randy aside, he said, "Sharon gave Dad a boner in
church."
	"I knew he had one," Randy said.  "I just didn't know why."
	"Actually, we both got one," Lance said.  "Just from her touching
our thighs."
	"Really?"  Then, almost like confession, Randy said, "I got one,
too, when I found out Dad had one.  I don't know why but it just seemed
so wicked."
	"Way wicked, dude!" Lance said, high-fiving Randy.  "I need to
change my shorts 'cuz  my dick's dripping." Lance said.
	"Good idea.  Too bad Sharon won't let us jerk one off.  I bet she
deliberately gave you a boner just so you'd suffer."
	"You're probably right, Squirt."
	Wilson family tradition allowed each family member to open one
present after the Christmas Eve service while they enjoyed a glass of
eggnog--with a splash of rum--before going to bed.  When the kids were
younger, the custom allowed them to open the one present that they
wondered about the most--the one that would keep them awake.  And the
splash of rum helped ease them more quickly toward sleep.  Of course,
Santa put the "best" presents under the tree after the kids went to
bed.  So, after they had all opened one present each, the boys went to
bed and Anita began clearing away the glasses.  Geoff took that
opportunity to put his two secret presents under his pile of gifts
without Anita noticing.
	For Geoff, Christmas Eve was also a "freebie" as far as sex with
Anita was concerned.  Holidays, birthdays--both his AND hers--and their
anniversaries were considered "in addition to" the once every ten or
twelve days routine.  Thanks to Sharon, Geoff was already dripping by
the time he got undressed for bed--and sex with his wife.  For the
first time since their marriage, Geoff thought of someone else while
fucking Anita.
	"That was quick," Anita said with a hint of relief after Geoff
cummed.
	"I can keep going," Geoff offered, wagging his still erect hard-
on at her.  "There's still a little life left in the ol' boy."
	"Well, only if you want to."
	"Do you want me to?"
	"You know it doesn't matter to me.  I don't have orgasms.  I
don't get all tingly when you're shoving that thing in me.  Don't get
me wrong.  It's not your fault.  I'm just ... not ... you know."
	"I'll be okay," Geoff said, crawling under the covers.  "But
thanks for ... you know ... letting me do it once in a while."
	"For better or worse," Anita said.  "I'm just sorry we didn't
know about my problem before we got married ... for your sake I mean.."
	"I'd have married you anyway," Geoff said kindly.  "But I guess
your condition is why I'm not too strict with the boys.  I remind 'em
every once in a while that they're not supposed to be overly ..."
	"But if they were, you wouldn't ground 'em."
	"Pretty much,"
	"Jesus, Geoff, you don't really think Randy's having sex yet, do
you?"
	"He's right at that age, hon."
	"THAT thought will keep me awake all night," Anita said.
	`The thought of Randy having sex with Lance's girlfriend will
keep ME awake.'  Geoff thought, as he felt an urge to jack off--with
those images in his mind's eye.  Instead, he urged, "Try to relax, Hon.
We went through this already with Lance, remember?"
	"Yeah, I know.  When Lance started ... dating, I just felt like
he was growing up.  But with Randy ... my baby ... it just means ...
I'm getting old."
	"Nonsense," Geoff assured her.  "If you're getting old, it means
I'm getting old and I refuse to believe that," as he thought, 'Not with
this hard-on in my hand!'
	When Lance woke up the next morning, Randy wasn't in bed.  Lance
slipped on clean boxers and went downstairs.  He expected to find his
brother impatiently sitting by the tree and placating himself by
sorting his presents into the order in which he wanted to open them.
Instead, he heard Anita fixing breakfast.
	"Hi, Mom, where's Dad?"
	"In the bathroom, I think."  Then, looking over her shoulder at
her eldest son, she asked, "Where's Randy?"
	"Uh ... upstairs, I guess.  I thought he'd be down here."
	"Hi, Sport," Geoff said, as he walked in the kitchen.  "Where's
Squirt?  I thought he'd be chafing at the bit to open presents."
	Bounding into the room, Randy said, "C'mon, guys.  Forget about
breakfast.  Let's open presents first."
	Lance and Geoff took up their traditional places, cross-legged on
the floor.  Geoff was wearing last year's gift from Anita--red silk
pajamas.  Anita was wearing a peignoir she got from Geoff last year.
The boys were wearing only their underpants--something Geoff began
allowing the year Randy graduated to boxers.  That Christmas, the boys
convinced their parents it was because they liked to try on the clothes
they got, to see if they fit.  Any other time, they were required to
wear a robe or something but even those rules weren't being strictly
enforced.
	Anita sat in the chair next to the tree as Randy passed out the
presents.  They were fairly evenly divided this year so they went in
rotation with Anita going first, then Randy, Lance and Geoff.  Based
solely on his own curiosity, Randy selected and distributed the present
he wanted each one to open.
	When his dad was busy opening his third present, Randy got
Lance's attention.  Blocking his right hand from his mom's view, Randy
held up his thumb and forefinger with about a five and a half inch
spread between his fingertips.  Then he put his thumb and middle finger
tips together to form a large O.
	Lance gave him a quizzical look, so Randy jerked his head in his
father's direction and went through the motions again.
	They both smirked.
	Lance silently mouthed the word, `shower?'
	Randy smiled impishly.
	"Randy!" Anita said.
	"What?" Randy asked annoyed.
	"I said ... hand me my next present."
	"Oh!  Yeah ... sorry ... I guess I zoned out for a second."  Then
he looked at his dad guiltily.
	Geoff smiled and said, "It happens at your age."
	"Really?" Randy asked, expecting to be admonished but handed his
mom her present, nonetheless.
	"It's some kind of hormonal imbalance, I think."  Geoff smirked
at Lance and made a quick jack-off motion while Anita was distracted
opening her present.
	Both boys' eyes widened at their dad's apparent understanding of
what young horn toads go through when their testosterone levels spiked.
	When Randy handed Lance his present, he said, "Only one more
after this one."  Then, when he handed Geoff his, he said, "Hey!  You
got two left!  The rest of us only got one."
	Geoff cringed at his son's piss-poor grammar but said, "Maybe you
made a mistake and forgot to pass me one when it was my turn." Geoff
suggested.
	"Nuh uh," Randy whined.
	"Well," Geoff said, not opening his present, "maybe we should
each count our presents and ..."
	"No, that's okay.  I forgot.  They're not always even," Randy
said eager to get to his own last present.
	"You sure?" Geoff asked, "Lance, how many do you have?"
	Realizing this was a new delay tactic to annoy Randy, Lance said,
"I don't know, let me see."
	"That's okay.  Here mom.  Here's your last one.  Lance, here's
yours."
	They each held them, unopened, until Geoff opened his smallest
gift--the card, actually.
	"Oh my god!" Geoff shouted excitedly.  "A gift certificate to
Fitness Witness!"
	"The gym?" Lance asked in surprise.
	"A what?" Anita asked.
	Geoff looked at her like she should have known what the gift was
because she bought it--which he knew she didn't.  After she shrugged
her shoulders, Geoff looked back and forth between the two boys, who
looked at him clueless.  "You guys!  You're the best sons a man could
ever have!  Right, Anita?"
	"Uh, yeah," Anita said confused.
	Geoff raised up on his knees and hugged first Lance and then
Randy.  "Thanks guys.  I've been thinking about joining for a long
time."  Then, as if it were an afterthought, he said, "But I'm gonna
pay you back.  This is too expensive to come out of your allowance."
	"Uh ... gee Dad ..." Randy said.  "Uh ... thanks but uh ... you
don't have to.  I mean ... it's our gift to you."
	"Nonsense.  It's the gift that counts.  You thought of the
perfect gift--even if you guys can't afford it.  I'll tell you what,"
Geoff said, looking over the certificate carefully--like he'd never
seen it before--"I'll pay you back the difference between a single
membership and this family rate.  How about that?"
	"Uh, okay, Dad," Lance said before Randy could say no..  `If he
finds out later that it's not from us ...we'll ... we'll ... be
grounded ... and have to pay the money back.  But until then ... go
with the flow.'
	"It's a family membership?" Anita shouted excitedly while Lance
was lost in thought.
	"What's your other present?" Randy asked, suddenly more curious
about that one than his own last gift.
	"You guys each have another one.  Then I'll open this one," Geoff
said.
	Randy, as usual, saved what he perceived to be his best gift for
last.  He knew, from the shape and size, it was probably a GameBoy but
he didn't know which one, so there was still the element of surprise.
He was pretty sure Lance had told his folks which one he wanted.
	"Oh, wow!  Dukes of Hazard!"
	"Yeah," Geoff said, "I guess the idea is to save Daisy Duke from
someone ... or something."
	"Yeah, I know.  Go ahead, open your presents," Randy said
excitedly.  Then, more contritely he said, "Thanks for the game.  It's
a great gift.  Really!"
	Anita and Lance also opened their presents quickly, then
anxiously waited to see what Geoff's last present was.
	"A Polaroid Camera!  Wow!  This is perfect.  I've heard Fitness
Witness recommends you keep a pictorial history of your workout
results.  You know, take a picture once a month.  It encourages you to
keep going to the gym when you can actually see some positive results."
	"That makes sense," Anita said.  "Who's that from?"
	"I don't know," Geoff said.  "Is it from you kids?  It better not
be.  You boys can't afford this kind of stuff."
	Randy grabbed the gift card.  "It says `from Santa.'"
	"Let me see," Anita said.  Looking at the scrawl, she frowned.
"I don't recognize the handwriting."
	"Maybe it's written with their left hand," Randy offered.
	"Well, it doesn't matter," Geoff said.  "I guess if someone wants
a thank you, they'll have to 'fess up."
	"Ohmigod!" Anita shouted, looking at the clock, "I've got to get
ready for church."
	"We don't have to go, do we?" Randy whined.
	"No.  You guys went last night but I've got the solo, so I have
to go.  I'll be singing at the eleven o'clock service and the noon
service."
	"I hope Father George shortens the sermon or you'll be there all
afternoon," Lance said.
	"He'll have to for the early service, but if I know him, he'll
make up for it during the noon service," Anita said, rolling her eyes.
	"I'll keep that in mind for the future," Lance chuckled.  "I'll
choose the early service from now on."
	Geoff suggested to the boys that they wait until after their
mother left before eating breakfast.  That way, they wouldn't be eating
in front of her.  They agreed because they knew she couldn't sing on a
full stomach.  After she left, all three chipped in to finish fixing
the breakfast Anita had started earlier.
	"I'm gonna have to pay you guys back a little at a time.  I'll
give the money to Lance and he can give you whatever percentage you
provided, okay, Randy?"
	"Uh, sure, Dad.  Lance won't gyp me, right bro?"
	"Right, Squirt."
	After they sat down to eat, Geoff asked kind of casually, "I
wonder when I should take the first picture?  You know, here at home or
at the gym?"
	Lance and Randy looked at each other, knowing the answer.
	"Probably here," Randy said matter-of-factly.
	"No." Geoff said, deliberately baiting his sons.  "I'm pretty
sure their trainers will want to do it."
	They sat in silence for a while before Lance said, "You could
take one here, just in case.  That way, if THEY don't take one ...
well, at least you'll have one."
	"And if they do take another one, so what?" Randy said glibly.
	"I suppose you're right," Geoff said thoughtfully.
	`Yes!' both boys shouted in their minds.
	`Sharon's gonna be so proud of us for getting a picture of Dad--
almost naked,' Lance thought.  Then he said as if it didn't really
matter one way or the other, "I could take it for you, Dad."
	"Your mom can take it."  Geoff suppressed a smile as he enjoyed
the thrill of fucking with their minds.
	Again there was a period of silence before Randy said, "You can
take Mom's picture but I don't want her taking MY picture ... you know,
like almost naked.  So ... I'll take yours and you can take mine."
	"I guess you're right again," Geoff said.  "That would be pretty
embarrassing for a guy with a hormonal imbalance."
	Lance and Geoff smirked, remembering Geoff's earlier jack-off
reference.
	"I'll clean up the dishes and we can start," Randy said eagerly.
He wanted to take the pictures first but he knew he didn't want to have
to explain to his mother when she got back why the dishes weren't done.
	"There's no rush," Geoff said, deliberately trying to push
Randy's buttons.
	"We gotta do it before Mom gets back."
	"She said there'd be at least one long service."
	"But ... we gotta learn how to use the camera ... and ... get the
lighting just right ... and ..."
	"Right again!" Geoff said proudly.  "Boy, those hormones sure are
helping with your deductive reasoning."
	"Yeah!" Randy agreed, having no idea what his father was talking
about.  `I'll ask Lance later,' he thought.
	`I don't know if it's helping with his "deductive" reasoning,'
Lance thought, `but I know it's helping with his "deceptive" reasoning.'
	When the dishes were done and air-drying in the dish rack, Geoff
said, "Whaddya think?  In front of the tree?"
	"No!" Randy said a little too loud to be casual.  "I mean ... uh
... how about in your bedroom?"
	"Why there?" Geoff asked--willing but still fucking with his
boys' heads.
	"There's more room to ... uh ... it's just better," Randy said
decisively.
	"He's right," Lance said, "the tree would just be a distraction
when you're trying to ... evaluate your ... progress."
	Slapping the palm of his hand against his forehead, Geoff said,
"Of course.  I should know that!"
	"So, the bedroom?" Lance asked casually.
	"Sure," Geoff said, equally as casual.
	"I'll get the camera," Randy said, racing to the living room.
When he got to the bedroom, his dad already had his pajama top off.
Handing the box to his dad, he said, "I guess you should uh ... you
know ... open it and ... uh, take the first picture."
	"No!  The first one should be of Dad," Lance said.  "It's his
camera, after all."
	"Oh yeah," Randy said, quickly realizing the trap Lance was
setting.
	Removing the camera, Geoff said, "It looks simple enough.  Press
this button, the front flips open and you slide the film packet in."
Then he snapped it shut.  A piece of cardboard spewed out with a soft
`whirr.'  "Looks like it works."
	"I'll do it," Randy said, reaching for the camera.  "Uh ... Dad
... uh ... take your pajama bottoms off so I can get your legs, too."
	"But ... I'm not wearing ..."
	"That's okay, Dad," Lance said, "We've seen peckers before."
	Reaching in a bottom drawer, Geoff pulled out what his sons
recognized as his swim trunks.  "I'll go put these on." Geoff said,
walking into the adjoining bathroom.
	Lance almost tried to stop him but Randy got his attention and
shushed him before he said anything.
	Once Geoff was gone, Randy put the palm of his hand over the lens
and pressed the button.  A picture slid out and Randy tucked it, so it
was out of sight, under the hand-embroidered cloth runner covering the
length of the dresser.  Then he walked over to the opposite corner of
the room.  When Geoff came out wearing his baggy swim trunks, Randy
said, "Stand over there by the window.  The Venetian blinds will give
us a grid to measure from ... like in a police lineup."
	Geoff smiled.  "We're not measuring my height."
	"Oh yeah," Randy said.  "Uh ... make muscles."
	"No," Lance said.  "Get a natural pose first."
	Randy talked his dad into turning first one way and then the
other until he got what he thought was the best angle.  "Hold still."
There was a "click," a "flash" and a "whirr."
	With Geoff holding it, they all crowded around to watch it
develop.
	"Ya know, Dad," Lance said, "you really don't need to work out.
You've got a pretty good body for a ... a ... dad."
	`I know,' Geoff thought, `but I couldn't think of any other way
for Sharon to get a picture of me naked.'
	"You could use a tan, though," Randy chided.  "Do they have
tanning beds at the gym?"
	"I don't know, son.  You're the ones who checked it out, right?"
	"Oh, uh," Lance said, "uh, we didn't see any but it doesn't mean
they don't have 'em."
	"Well, if they do, you'll definitely have to use it," Randy
giggled.
	"Dad," Lance said, "Have you got a Speedo or some briefs?
These," he said, touching the trunks in the picture, "cover up your
thighs too much."
	"No Speedo," Geoff said, "but ..."
	"You don't have to wear anything!" Randy said, like it was a
brilliant opportunity.  "I mean, that way ... uh ... we can see your
thighs and ... uh ... I could take a picture of your butt.  You know
the fitness people.  They're always firming up guys butts."
	"That would be a little awkward, me being naked in front of my
boys."
	"Well, you gotta get used to it," Lance said.  "If we work out
together at the gym, we'll all be getting naked in front of each other."
	"Yeah," Randy said encouragingly.
	"I don't know, boys.  It just seems so perverted.  I mean, at the
gym ... in public ... that's one thing but here in the bedroom ..."
	Lance looked at Randy and then like they shared one brain, they
simultaneously dropped their shorts.  Randy had a little more trouble
getting his off because he was still holding the camera.
	"Odd man out has to drop trou," Lance said.
	"You guys," Geoff said bashfully but shimmied out of his swim
trunks.  Then he stood with both hands cupped in front of himself.
	Even so, both boys got a chance to see his swinging six-inch,
uncircumcised softie.
	"Go stand over there," Randy said, pointing at the dresser with
the twin mirrors hanging on the wall behind it.
	"I thought ..."
	"I changed my mind," Randy said dismissively.
	Looking at Lance, Geoff raised his eyebrows at Randy's
unexpectedly assertive tone.
	`Gotta get this done,' Randy thought, `before I get a full blown
bone-on.'  Feeling it starting to rise, he thought, `Oh fuck!  I'm a
dead man.'
	Directing his dad to turn slightly and then repositioning
himself, Randy said, "Okay, stand still."
	"Click, flash, whirr."
	Geoff allowed Lance to hold the picture while he continued to cup
his genitals.
	`Dad's such a sophomore,' Lance thought, `I'm glad I got Randy
comfortable with nudity, so he doesn't act like Dad in public.'  Then
he saw Randy's cock was on the rise.  `Fuck!  Poor kid.'
	As the Polaroid picture developed, Geoff noticed his butt was
perfectly visible in the mirror while his front was also well displayed
--except for his strategically covered jewels.
	"Turn around and I'll take one of your back," Randy said.
"They'll be looking for development there, too."
	Smiling, Geoff turned around.
	Again, Randy scooted around for the best angle before he said,
"Drop your arms to your side.  It's pulling on your back muscles."
	"Randy!" Geoff argued.
	"It's not like either of us can see anything, Dad!  We're both
behind you," Randy argued back.
	Dropping his "hidden crotch" stance, Geoff knew his junk would be
visible in the reflection from the mirror and he felt his dick plump to
a full-blown hard-on in seconds.
	"Click, flash, whirr."
	"Hand me my pajamas," Geoff said to Lance, turning only from the
waist up.
	"Why?" Lance asked.
	"Just do it," Geoff said brusquely.
	Lance tossed the bottoms to him and they just barely missed his
fingertips.
	Bending down, Geoff retrieved them and staying crouched over, he
started pulling them on.
	As soon as Randy saw his dad was distracted, he quickly pushed
the newest picture under the runner and pulled the blank one out.  It
was all black.
	"I think I did something wrong," Randy said.
	"What's that?" Geoff asked.
	"It's not developing."
	All three continued to watch the photo do nothing.
	Realizing Randy must have made the switch, Lance said, "Maybe the
flash hit the mirror just right and washed everything out."
	"I bet you're right!" Randy said, silently thanking his brother
for the quick save.
	"Well, we're not gonna take another one ... not just now, anyway.
Let's get one of you, Lance.  The Fitness Witness will want something
to start from, so put your boxers on."
	"They'll cover my thighs too much."
	"Hold on," Randy said, putting the camera carefully on the
dresser.  Then he ran out.
	Geoff and Lance heard him bounding upstairs, two steps at a time.
	"You know, Dad, Randy's getting a boner, too.  It's only natural.
I mean, guys who are uncomfortable together ... get boners.  If we
could ... you know ... get naked and stay naked ... we'd get used to
each other and ... your boner would probably go down."
	"But it's so ..."
	"I know.  Uncomfortable.  But Randy and I got used to it."
	"I don't know," Geoff groaned miserably.
	"It'll be easier on you at the gym if you get comfortable with it
here, first."
	"I know your reasoning makes sense," Geoff said, "but a boner!"
	"I can't help it," Randy whined, bounding back into the room
naked but only hearing the last half of his dad's sentence.  "It just
happens.  I think it's those hormones you're talking about."
	Pulling his pajama's away from his belly just long enough for
Randy to see he was telling the truth, Geoff said, "I was talkin' about
MINE."  Then he quickly let the waistband snap back in place.
	"Sweet!" Randy said, ogling his dad's ten-inch erection in that
one quick moment.  Then, realizing he was being too exuberant, he
added, "Dad's got hormones, too."
	"So, Squirt," Lance chuckled, "take my picture and then I'll take
yours."
	"You've gotta put something on," Geoff insisted.  "The gym might
put these up on a bulletin board or something ... as some kind of
incentive."
	"Put these on," Randy said.
	Lance held his brother's tighty whities up by the waistband.  "No
way!  How old were you when you stopped wearing briefs?"
	"Put 'em on," Randy ordered.
	Smiling, Lance stepped into them.  The leg holes caught when they
got about mid thigh.  The waistband was stretched to its absolute
maximum.
	"Don't worry about it if they get torn, I don't wear 'em anymore,
anyway."
	Tugging gently, Lance was able to squeeze into them.  His pubic
hair curled over the top like bangs.  His balls filled the pouch
completely, forcing his cock up into the cotton fabric running on a
curved course toward his left hip.
	"Get over by the dresser," Randy ordered.
	Again, father and brother smiled at Randy's newfound
assertiveness.
	Randy took a picture of the front of his brother and then, one of
his back.  After they developed, Randy said, "Now me."
	Lance had to roll the underwear off his hips before he could
slide them off his thighs.
	Randy straightened them out with a flourish and slipped them on.
He was glad to see he had almost as much trouble getting them on as
Lance did.  When he got them where he wanted them, he said, "Ta da!"
	"Cover it up," Geoff ordered.
	The head and about two inches of his erection stuck out the top
of the waistband.  "Just one, please," he pleaded.  "I won't show it to
anyone."
	"You better not," Geoff warned, nodding to Lance that it was okay.
	When the picture developed, Geoff saw the mirror captured his
son's "plumber's crack" above the waistband in the back.
	Randy tucked his erection to the left like Lance had done and
said, "Hurry, it hurts being bent over like this."
	"Let's wait till it goes soft," Geoff said.
	Randy shot eye daggers at Lance who quickly snapped off a shot.
"Oops, sorry, Dad." Lance said, like it was a mistake.
	"Let's get one of you naked." Randy said to Lance as he pulled
the briefs off.  "Damn, these things were strangling me!"
	Lance looked at his Dad who shrugged his shoulders.
	"Hold on," Lance said, stroking himself.  "Let me plump this bad
boy up.  I wouldn't want to look like a thirteen year old."
	Randy made a face at him as he took the camera.
	"Are you sure, son?" Geoff asked worried.
	"Yeah, it'll be fun.  It's not like anyone'll see it ... except
Sharon, maybe."
	Geoff's erection bounced in his pajamas at the mention of Sharon.
	"Click, flash, whirr."
	"Now me," Randy said excitedly.
	"No, son.  Not you," Geoff said sternly.  "You're underage."
	"So?  I'm not gonna ..." his mind thought, `put it on the
Internet' but his mouth said, "show it to anyone."  He added mentally,
`... until tomorrow.'
	"It's kiddie porn," Geoff argued.
	"Lance can be in the picture with me.  He's old enough ... or
you, Dad."
	"Absolutely not!  Not me!"
	Wrapping his arm around Randy's shoulder, Lance handed the camera
to Geoff.  "Yeah, brothers just goofin.'  That'll be okay, Dad."
	"Jeeze."
	"What if we were nudists?  They take pictures of their kids all
the time."
	"Yeah," Lance agreed, "even younger than us and it's only kiddie
porn if you ... uh ... market it ... or distribute it ... or something
like that."
	"Okay," Geoff said against his better judgment.  Then, "Click,
flash, whirr."
	"Awesome, Dad!" Randy said.  "Now you and me."
	"No."
	"Well, you and Lance, then.  You're both adults."
	"No, that's just too ..."
	"Hey!  I know!"  Randy shouted gleefully.  "We'll have Sharon
take one of all three of us."
	"No!" Lance and Geoff shouted.
	"Tommy?" Randy asked quietly, like an inadequate second choice.
	"No," Geoff said.
	"How about ..."
	"No." Geoff said.
	"Merry Christmas," Randy said sullenly.  Then realizing his
mistake, he brightened and said, "Just kidding.  You're the most
awesome Dad in the whole wide world.  And you're the best brother
ever!"  Then he hugged them both--making sure their groins didn't
touch.
	"Get dressed, boys, your mom will be here any minute."
	"Dad, it's only noon.  The long sermon hasn't even begun,
remember?"
	"Even so..."
	Enjoying the newfound freedom of being naked, Lance said, "Dad,
it's for the gym.  If you get used to seeing guys naked all the time,
then your ... hormones calm down and so does ... your boner reflex.
Trust me.  It works in gym class."
	"But what if ..."
	"Keep your PJs close by," Lance interrupted, accurately
anticipating his dad's next protest.
	Against his will, Geoff stripped down.  It felt strange to sit in
his easy chair and have the fabric waffle his butt and back.  It felt
unusual to have his junk swing and sway when he went to the kitchen for
coffee.  It amazed him that he really DID lose his hard-on while being
naked in front of his sons.  But most of all, it felt perverted to
secretly enjoy watching his sons as they walked around so casually--as
if nudity were natural.  `Oh, uh, I guess it is,' Geoff silently chided
himself.
	`Damn,' Lance thought, `I never thought he'd do it but Dad's
streakin'!  In the house, at least.  I'm glad.  He needs to loosen up a
little.  It's a whole new world out there, now.  Not like those Puritan
shackles he grew up with.'
	`Damn!  Dad's a stallion,' Randy thought.  `His meat's as long as
my forearm--when he's hard.  And what's up with all that extra skin?
At first I thought he was diseased or something ... but Lance didn't
seem to be surprised when he saw it.  I'll have to ask bro about it
later.  Damn, he's big!  I'd like to see Sharon try and suck THAT
cock!'
	`Damn!' Geoff thought, `I've got a couple of fine looking sons.
Any girl would be glad to get either one of them.  They've got healthy
bodies, healthy minds ... about nudity anyway ... and I know they've
got my best interest at heart.'
	At one point, they were all in the kitchen at the same time.  All
three were sporting boners, again.
	"Thinking about Sharon?" Geoff asked Lance.
	"Yeah and you?" Lance asked, with a sideways acknowledgement of
his dad's boner but implying `about Mom.'
	"Yeah, me too," Geoff said.  Then, realizing how that sounded, he
quickly added, "I mean, your mom, not Sharon!  What about you, Squirt?
Who you thinkin' about?"
	"Must be those hormones," Randy said, not wanting to reveal what
he'd really been thinking.
	"Yeah," Lance said.  "Squirt's a walking hormone hotel."
	"I'm going to go get dressed, now." Geoff said.  "You boys go to
your room if you feel a need to stay naked."
	"No, we'll get dressed, too," Lance said.
	Randy trudged upstairs behind Lance.  When they were out of
earshot of their dad, Randy whispered, "Call Sharon and tell her I
gotta cum."
	"You know what she'll say."
	"Tell her to come over."  Then with more urgency in his tone
Randy said, "I'm gonna explode.  It's been almost 48 hours!  Tell her
we'll show her a picture of Dad's hard-on if she'll blow us."
	"You didn't get one ..."
	Randy reached under his pillow and pulled out Sharon's panties.
Wrapped inside was the picture he'd swapped for the bad one.  Their
dad's dick was like a huge obelisk reflected in the mirror.
	"Dude!  Awesome!"
	"Hurry.  Before Mom gets home."
	"She'll be here any minute," Lance argued.
	"Do it," Randy said, squeezing his balls.  "I'm gonna squirt if
you don't.  Tell her that!  Tell her I can't hold back and she'll lose
all of it to a washcloth if she doesn't come over."
	"Randy, calm down."
	"It's the hormones, Lance.  No joke.  I'm like a volcano about to
blow."  He grimaced from trying to stem the flow of an impending orgasm.
	"Go take a cold shower," Lance said urgently.  "It'll help until
she gets here.  Trust me, it works."
	"Tell her to hurry," Randy pleaded as he raced to the bathroom.

	To be continued.
	I'm looking for a literary agent, publisher or anyone who can help
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