Date: Fri, 17 Aug 2001 18:17:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Todd Corbin <toddcorb@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Swingers"  2nd Installment

The following series is mostly fantasy based only in part on some actual
occurrences in the author's life.  The story deals with bisexual and
incestuous family sex.  Readers' comments and criticisms, as well as
suggestions, are welcome and encouraged.  All e-mails will be responded to.
The series will continue as long as interest prevails.  Write to:
toddcorb@yahoo.com


SWINGERS

Chapter 2 -- It Should be a Family Matter

Jack Ford's description of the Swingers party he and Margo attended had
made Harry increasingly horny the more he thought about it.  His desire to
attend the party in no way reflected upon his love for Louise.  He never
really had any wish to "cheat" on his wife in the worst sense of the word.
But to have a little sexual diversion openly, with his wife present and
approving, seemed to be truly harmless.  Louise had heard from Margo again
during the week, and she finally relented and agreed to go to the Swingers
party the following Saturday evening in the company of Jack and Margo.

As before, the party was being held in a large mansion at the edge of town
owned by Dr. Jason Crawford, a wealthy and prominent physician in the area.
His wife, Myrna, was well known for her charity work in the city, but her
identity as a "Swinger" was carefully guarded by adroitly selecting the
guest list for their Saturday night parties.  Jack and Margo had vouched
for the discretion of Harry and Louise, thereby allowing them to receive an
invitation.

As they entered the mansion, they were greeted by a very tanned and
muscular, as well as shirtless young man who took their coats and showed
them into the large sunken living room.  Two young teenage boys, also
shirtless and very tan and well built, were circulating throughout the
guests with trays on which were glasses of wine, martinis, and three-ounce
shot glasses of straight whiskey.  Jack explained that these two boys were
Dr. Crawford's sons, sixteen year old Jason, Jr., and fifteen year old
Gary.  Jack said that it had been revealed to him that the two boys were
instructed to oblige any female, or male for that matter, who wished to
"play" with them.

Louise could hardly believe what she was seeing.  She was astounded at the
open and uninhibited sexual activity going on right there in the living
room.  She had thought that it would all be very discreet in private rooms,
and not so public.

Margo took Louise's hand and pointed to a young man who was just reaching
for a martini.  "You see that man.  I had him last week.  Why don't you go
after him.  He has a divine cock and the biggest balls you've ever seen.
Go on and introduce yourself.  I guarantee you'll get a good fuck from him.
Go on.  Women don't have to wait to be asked in this place.  Anything
goes."

Louise held onto Harry's arm.  "Oh, Harry, I don't know if I can do this."

"Louise," said Harry encouragingly, "if you see someone you'd like to do
something with, go for it.  That's what we're here for.  Remember that
whatever we do tonight, we'll be going home together later."

Just then, Louise heard a voice behind her.  "Why, Louise!  It's so nice to
see you here.  And Harry!  I couldn't be more pleased."

It was Morris Colson, Louise's twenty-three year old law clerk from the
office.  Louise, whirled around, totally embarrassed.

"Harry," said Morris, "are you going to let me take your lovely wife away
from you for just a little while?"

Harry just shrugged and said, "Well, Morris, I guess whatever the two of
you want to do is fine with me."

Morris took Louise by the arm and disappeared down the darkened hallway.
Morris was a good looking little fellow and Harry was certain that he and
Louise would get it on just fine.  Harry looked around for Morris's young
nineteen year old wife, Josie, and then saw her sitting in a chair across
the room with her dress pulled up around her waist and some man sitting on
the floor in front of her with his whole hand inside of her pussy.  He'd
heard of fist-fucking, but this was the first time he's seen it actually
occurring.  Harry had always felt as though Josie would be a really good
fuck if he could have had the chance.  At office parties, she had flirted
with him.  Now, seeing her here at a Swingers party, he knew she could get
fucked with little persuasion.  As he leaned against the bar, he unzipped
his pants and dragged out his eight and a half inch hard-on, hoping she
would look his way.  When she saw this, she reached down and pulled the
man's fist out of her pussy, stood up and ambled over to where Harry was
standing.

"Hi, Harry," she said.  "I hope that hot looking cock is for me."  She
reached into his fly and took hold of his balls.  Then she undid his pants
and let them fall to the floor.  Running her hands over the soft hair on
Harry's inner thighs, she took his entire cock into her mouth, all the way
to the hilt.

"Come on, Josie, let's go find a bed so we can fuck."

Taking his pants off completely and draping them over his arm, he took
Josie by the hand and disappeared into the dark hallway.  The first room
they came to contained two queen sized beds.  There was a couple in one of
them, and another couple was just leaving the second one.

"Come on, Josie, let's grab this one."  They both stripped down and jumped
into the bed.  Harry lay on his back and could feel that the sheet was wet.
He thought it could be a guy's sperm or it could be cunt juice, or both.
He didn't care.  When Josie's clothes were all off, Harry could see that
she had the sexy little body that he had always imagined she had.  She
straddled his hips and slowly lowered herself onto his gorged penis.  She
began to rock back and forth and pistoned herself up and down, going faster
and faster while Harry did his best to grab and hold on to her little round
titties as she rode him.

Josie suddenly screamed, "Oh, my God, I'm cumming."  Her screams were
shrill and must have been heard all over the house.  As soon as her orgasm
had completely subsided, she pulled off of Harry's cock and stood up next
to the bed.  Looking down at it, she said, "I've never had a cock that big!
What an orgasm you gave me."

As she started to gather up her clothes from the floor, Harry said, "Wait a
minute!  How about me?  I haven't cum yet.  Aren't you gonna let me fuck
you until I can cum?  Or at least suck me off?"

"Oh, Harry, I'm all worn out.  It was so good.  But I'm just not in the
mood right now to do anything more."

"Shit, Josie, come on back here on this bed!"

Just then the man in the next bed, turned to Harry and said, "For Christ's
sake, man.  Jerk your fuckin' cock yourself.  You're disturbing us here.
I'm right in the middle of getting my fuckin' asshole tongue-fucked by this
little slut here and I can't enjoy it when I have to listen to you two
fuckin' shit heads bitching at each other!"

Josie grabbed her clothes and disappeared.  Harry lay staring at the
ceiling.  Looking over to the side, he could barely make out in the dimness
what was occurring in the next bed.  He could hear the man saying, "It sure
makes me hot to know I've got the boss's wife with her face in my ass
tongue-fucking my asshole.  Push it in deeper, sweetheart.  In a minute,
I'm gonna have you sit your fuckin' smelly ass on my face so I can eat a
little bit of that slimy ass shit comin' out of your asshole.  And I hope
you're saving up some piss, too, because I want some of that, too."

Harry thought he'd heard enough.  He thought he'd like to jerk off.  He had
come so close with Josie.  But he thought he would hold it and go after
another woman.  He was sure there would still be plenty out in the living
room who were still hot for it.  Just as he decided to get up, he felt
someone's naked body slip onto the bed with him.  "What luck!" he thought.
Then he felt an arm moving across his stomach and someone's tongue licking
his ear.

Then came a young man's voice.  "I hope you don't mind my joining you.  I
saw you after you came in and I was really hoping I could find you alone."

Harry felt shivers race through his body as he reached over and felt the
soft hair on the young man's arm.  "No, I guess I don't mind," stammered
Harry.

"I'm Jason.  You know.  I was one of the guys serving drinks tonight."

"Oh, Yeah.  I remember.  You're one of our host's sons."

"That's right.  I hope that doesn't shock you."

"No, not at all."  Then after a short moment of silence, Harry said.  "I
noticed you, too, and I thought you were a very nice looking boy."  Harry
was surprised that he said that.  And he was surprised that he had made
such a note in his mind of the boy's good looks.  Suddenly, he felt glad
that Jason was lying with him.  He ran his hand over the firm muscles of
the boy's arm and moved his leg over so it touched Jason's leg.  "My God,"
thought Harry, "Why do I feel so aroused by the feel of his skin against
mine?"

"Your name is Harry, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Would you mind if I kissed you?  I've wanted to do that ever since I saw
you come in."

"No, I wouldn't mind."  Harry thought to himself, "My God, what is
happening?"

Jason very gently kissed Harry on the lips.  Harry thought Jason's lips
felt so soft and sweet on his own.  Jason ran the tip of his tongue over
Harry's lips, and Harry opened his mouth in such a way as to invite Jason's
tongue to enter and explore his mouth.  As they kissed deeply, Jason moved
his body tightly against Harry.  Harry wrapped his arms around Jason,
grabbing hold of his buns, one in each hand.  Jason reached down between
Harry's legs and fondled his balls.

"Your balls are so slimy with semen," whispered Jason.  "It's just pouring
our of your pee hole."  At that, Jason turned his body around and took
Harry's balls into his mouth, one at a time, and sucked noisily in order to
clean all the semen from his ball sack.

Jason then sat up next to Harry and said, "Harry, you seem so nervous.
Don't you want me here?"

Harry grabbed Jason's shoulders and pulled him down on top of him.  "No,
no, Jason.  I want you to stay here.  Please.  I'll do anything you wish.
Please."

Jason fell limply into Harry's arms.  "Harry, I'd rather have you do
anything you wish with me.  That's what I wanted from the moment I saw you.
You probably really wish you had a woman here with you.  But I wish you
would touch my penis.  I wish my penis could give you some pleasure."

Harry rolled Jason over on his back and moved his head down where he could
lay it on Jason's stomach and look at his penis.  With his cheek on Jason's
abdomen, Harry moved his head closer and closer to Jason's pubic hair.  He
could feel a strange excitement building in his body.  With his lips now
buried in Jason's pubic hair, he began to sense a heavy masculine smell
coming from Jason's crotch.  As Harry blew lightly on Jason's gorged cock,
it bobbed up and down rapidly.  Sticking out his tongue and barely touching
the end of Jason's cock, he could taste the sticky pre-cum that covered it.
Harry began to feel his heart beating faster.

Jason began to sigh, "Oh, Harry, oh, Harry."

Without realizing it, Harry said, "I want you, Jason. I want you!"

Harry continued to move his head lower and allowed Jason's hard penis to
slip into his mouth.  The odor of Jason's semen covered balls was sending
Harry into an erotic reverie he had never experienced before.  The feel of
this young man's rigid cock in his mouth was like nothing he had ever
known.  Now getting up on his haunches, Harry took all of Jason's cock.  He
swirled his tongue all around the hard rubbery head and pumped the entire
cock rapidly up and down through his lips.  Holding onto Jason's balls, he
could feel them retracting, along with a stiffening and enlargement of the
entire shaft.  Suddenly, Jason let out a loud yell, and pumped stream after
stream of hot thick teenage sperm into Harry's mouth.  Harry held every
drop he could in his mouth so he could savor the taste.  He clamped tightly
onto Jason's penis with his lips, never wanting to let it go.  Finally,
Jason's penis deflated and Harry pulled off.  But he swished Jason's sperm
around in his mouth, letting it seep slowly down his throat.  Jason's sperm
tasted so much better than his own.

Jason then threw his legs up in the air and said, "Harry, please fuck me.
I don't know if you ever fucked a guy's asshole before.  You probably like
to fuck pussies better.  But please.  Just this once.  I need you to fuck
me.  Please."

Harry looked at Jason's pink puckered asshole and couldn't help but think
about Todd's little asshole that he had kissed several times.  Jason's
asshole was just as beautiful and Harry did nothing to resist the urge to
go down and kiss it.  Everything with Jason had already gone so far over
the edge, Harry just surrendered to his developing yearnings for Jason's
body.  As he kissed Jason's hole, he could feel with his tongue that his
hole was contracting wildly in anticipation of Harry's cock.

Jason pleaded, "I can't stand it anymore.  I need you inside of me.
Please, please.  Fuck me, Harry, please!"

Without any hesitation, Harry flooded Jason's asshole with saliva.  That,
along with an amble amount of pre-cum dripping from his cock, Harry was
able to enter Jason easily.  The pressure of Jason's tight asshole on his
cock was beyond any feeling he ever had when fucking a woman's cunt.

Jason, still pleading, said, "Deeper, Harry, push deeper and pound me as
hard as you can."

By this time, the two in the next bed had both come several times, and were
now propped up on their elbows watching Harry and Jason as they fucked.
Harry could hear the woman saying, "Listen, fart head, I wish you'd fuck me
in the ass sometime like those two queers are doing."  Then he said, "Okay.
How about now!"  Once they got started, the man said, "Wow!  Fuckin' your
asshole is about a hundred times better than fuckin' your God damned cunt!"

It was only a couple of minutes before Harry felt his orgasm beginning.
"I'm cumming, Jason.  Ohhhh, God!  I'm cumming!"

As Harry pounded Jason's ass unmercifully and shot streams of sperm into
Jason's rectum, Jason cried out at the top of his voice, "Ahhhhhhhh!"

After they caught their breath, Jason stood up and picked his pants off the
floor and leaned over and kissed Harry passionately.  "I really like you,
Harry.  Do you think we can get together again at the next party?"

Without hesitation, Harry reached up and pulled Jason's head closer to his
and kissed his eyes and nose and cheeks and lips.  "Oh, yes, Jason.  I want
to do this again with you.  You are a beautiful boy, Jason."

It was now past midnight, and it appeared that no one had left.  It sounded
as though every room were still full of lovers.  Harry did not bother to
put on his clothes, but merely had them folded up and in his arms as he
walked out of the room and down the hall into the living room.  Everything
was now strangely quiet, with the silence broken only by moans and groans
issued during orgasms.  Everyone was now naked, and the living room seemed
very subdued with people lying everywhere quietly sucking or fucking or
just kissing.  Some had passed out and were sprawled over one another's
bodies in a drunken sleep.  Dr. Crawford was sitting on the floor, leaning
half asleep against the wall as an older lady was quietly sucking his
deflated penis.  Gary, Dr. Crawford's youngest son was passed out on the
floor, lying on his side with a rather portly gentleman lazily holding
Gary's ass cheeks apart and sucking on his asshole.  Harry spotted Margo
sitting on the floor, leaning against the front of a sofa.  She was only
semi-conscious and had what appeared to be several loads of thick white
sperm running down her face and on her tits.  Jack, however, was nowhere to
be found.  And Louise was also not in the room.

Harry thought about Louise and hoped that her evening had not been a
disappointment.  Louise had had two shot glasses full of straight whisky
before she went with the young man.  But Harry knew that whisky to Louise
was like a primer.  Louise rarely drank, but when she did, she didn't know
when to stop.  He worried that perhaps she had more to drink and might be
passed out somewhere.  He walked down the darkened hall again and peered
into each room, staring at the occupants in the dim light.  She didn't seem
to be in any of them.

At the last room, he asked the occupants if there were other rooms being
used in the house.  He was surprised when Mrs. Crawford climbed off the bed
and staggered to the door, naked and with hair disheveled and a strong
smell of gin on her breath.  She put her hand on Harry's cock and said in a
slurred voice, "You looking for someone to fuck, honey?  My cunt is just
overflowing with about ten guys' fucking sperm.  But there's still more
room in there for another load.  My rectum's full of hot cream, too, and I
think that'll take another shot.  What do ya like, honey, cunts or
assholes?  I got a guy over there on the bed that's about to stick his
fucking cock up my cunt.  You can come in and ram your cock up my asshole
at the same time if you want.  The more the merrier."

Then spotting another naked man wandering aimlessly down the hall,
Mrs. Crawford shouted, "Hey you, with the big drippy cock on you, you want
to come in and join us?  I'm already gonna have two big fucking cocks in
me, but you can come on in and stick a third one in me and fuck me in the
mouth at the same time!"

Mrs. Crawford stepped out into the hall so she could feel up the man
walking by.  Harry could see globs of white sperm dripping out of her cunt
and her asshole and running down her legs.  As the man just kept walking,
she looked down the hall toward the living room and said, "Aw shit, where's
my fuckin' husband, anyway?  You know, whenever I get fucked by a lot of
guys, he always comes around and sucks their fuckin' hot cream out of my
twat."

Slumping to the floor, she mumbled, I wish I had a cock on me.  I'd give
him all the fuckin' he wants-right up his fuckin' ass.  Where the fuck is
he, anyway?  Oh, I know.  He's probably busy fuckin' Jason, Jr. or Gary.
He got started fuckin' those boys almost as soon as I gave birth to them.
Where are they, anyway?  Gary-he's my fifteen year old.  He's a good boy.
He gives his mama a good fuck whenever I ask him to.  He likes me better
than his old man.  He says I suck his dick better than his old man does."

Just then, Jason, Jr. appeared staggering down the hall toward them.  "Hi,
Harry.  You found my mom, I see."

Mrs. Crawford, still sitting on the floor, said, "Jason, come on in here
and turn around and bend over.  Let your mama have a nice whiff of that
sweet little asshole of yours."

As she licked Jason's asshole, she said, "Oh, goody!  You still got some
nice sweet cream up there for your mama to suck out.  Whose is it?"

"It's Harry's sperm, mama.  He just got through fucking me."

"Wow.  You had that monster cock up your ass?  Go get your brother.  He'll
want that cock up his ass too."

Harry finally said, "Mrs. Crawford, there's a guy waiting over there in the
bed for you to come to him so he can fuck you.  You'd better go.  I've got
to go and find my wife."

"Oh, I know your wife," Mrs. Crawford said as she struggled to get back on
her feet.  "Her name is Louise, isn't it.  Well about two hours ago she was
in this very room getting fucked by some guy, but then shortly after that I
saw her walking naked up to the second floor with two other gorgeous naked
men.  I got fucked a couple of weeks ago by one of those guys, and he had
the biggest, fattest, longest cock I ever had in me.  I was in heaven."

"Where are the stairs, Mrs. Crawford?"

Mrs. Crawford could only point in the right direction before she once again
collapsed on the floor.  She spread her legs so that Jason could see her
sperm covered pussy.  "Come on, Jason, help your mama clean up this twat."
Jason, fell to the floor and buried his face in his mom's wet pussy.

Harry found the stairs and ran up two at a time.  There was another long
hall with rooms on either side.  Looking into each room, Harry finally
found Louise.  There were no fewer than 10 men in the room with her.  She
was lying prostrate on top of a man who had his cock up her ass.  She was
clearly drunk and, although she was gigling and talking incoherently, she
was clearly only semi-conscious.  Another man was lying cross-wise on top
of her fucking her in the pussy.  Harry recognized him as his friend, Jack.
One man was standing by the side of the bed dangling his penis on her lips
and she was reaching up with her tongue and licking it.  Several other men
were either standing or kneeling around her jacking off onto her face and
tits.  Her face was virtually covered with thick white sperm.  Two of the
men were law clerks in her law firm, and one was a young professor who both
Harry and Louise had had for one of their law classes.

Harry pulled on Jack's shoulder and said, "Jack, I think this is enough.
Louise is not herself.  You can see that.  Please help me get her out of
here and into the car.  Please, Jack."

Jack pulled his cock out of Louise's pussy and told the other men to leave
her alone.  Just then, two of the men let go and shot their loads onto
Louise's face.

Harry said, "Jack, have you been with Louise very long?  What all's been
happening?"

"Well, Harry, I've been with her most of the evening.  I have to tell you
she's been having a whale of a time.  You can be proud of her.  She really
takes to this."

"Jack, tell me what has she been doing?"

"Harry, she's got the sperm of about eight or ten guys in her, including a
couple of loads from me.  She's a great fuck.  Word got around, but there
just wasn't time for her to take everybody who wanted to dick her.  She
even took it up the ass three or four times.  But what she was really doing
like a trooper was sucking those cocks.  They were waiting in line.  She's
got so much cum and shit in her stomach, she'll be shitting cum for a week.
She's really hot, Harry.  There's gonna be a lot of guys looking for her at
the next party."

"Well, Jack.  I don't like it.  She's drunk and she was taken advantage of.
She doesn't have any idea what she's been doing tonight.  When you saw her
getting drunk, Jack, I'm surprised you didn't do something to stop this.
After all, she's of friend of yours and Margo.  Please, Jack, the least you
can do now is to help me get her dressed and into the car so we can go
home."

"Harry, you're making too big a thing of this.  She had a great time."

"She was drunk, Jack.  She didn't know what she was doing.  I know Louise.
She would be horrified if she knew what had happened.

As Harry and Jack were putting Louise into the back seat of the car, Jason,
Jr. came out to say goodbye and to tell them to come again.

Harry said, "Jason, it was really nice to meet you.  I had a good time with
you.  I have to say, though, that I have never met a family like yours.
Tell me, do you really fuck both your mom and your dad?  Doesn't that make
you feel kind of strange doing that with your own mom and dad?"

"My dad fucks me and Gary, too.  We've been used to this all our lives.  We
love our life.  My mom gets drunk sometimes and then she wants us to fuck
her.  There's no problem there.  When we're not partying, we just go on
with a normal life.  There's nothing wrong with all of us knowing that we
all love good sex.  Why should that be such a big secret.  There's nobody
alive on Earth who doesn't love sex.  Why should we pretend we don't?  Gary
and I are glad our mom likes to get fucked and to suck cocks.  She's just
doing what all people do.  There's no reason to keep it secret from
anybody, especially those of us in the family.  We all understand because
we all love sex as much as she does."

"Well, Jason, that's a good way of looking at it, I guess."

"That's right, Harry.  We all know in our family what kind of sex we each
like.  Why keep it all a secret from your own family?  Mom knows that Gary
and I love to fuck men and suck their cocks.  If that's what we like, why
should we make things hard on us and keep it a secret.  My mom gets real
horny for sex, too.  Isn't that natural for any human being?  Why should
she sneak around and be secretive about it or suffer in silence.  She gets
horny sometimes at night and comes in to my room and sucks me and Gary off.
She loves our sperm.  Why deprive her?  Gary and I love our mom and we want
to show our love by giving her the gift she wants most whenever she wants
it.  It's great watching our mom going through an orgasm.  She deserves all
the joy in her life she can get, and if Gary and I can provide some of it,
we're eager to.  After all, she knows how to give us some great orgasms,
too.

* * * *

It was about 2:30 a.m. when Harry and Louise returned home.  Harry paid and
sent away the babysitter and put Louise to bed with Jack's help.  She had
been completely passed out since they carried her out of the Crawford's
house.

"Jack, thanks for your help.  I'm not sure, though, that we'll be doing
this again.  I don't want these things to happen to Louise-being ravaged by
a bunch of men while she doesn't know what is happening to her."

After Jack departed, Harry sat on the bed and looked at Louise's naked body
as she slept.  Sperm was still oozing out of her pussy, as well as out of
her asshole.  Harry gently washed it away with a warm, wet washcloth.  He
could see that the lips of her pussy were almost flame red.  Her asshole
also looked terribly inflamed.

Harry walked out on the small balcony off of their second floor bedroom and
let the cool air from the lake blow over his naked body.  He couldn't get
Jason, Jr. off of his mind.  He had never felt such a passionate feeling
toward a man before.  The feel of Jason's warm, moist skin, the softness of
his lips, the very maleness of the odor of Jason's crotch.  "My God," he
thought.  "What is happening to me?"

Looking out over the nighttime horizon, Harry thought about what Jason had
told him-about how open his family was on the subject of sex, and on their
activity with each other.  It seemed so logical, so much the way it ought
to be somehow.  Jason was right, Harry thought, that there shouldn't be any
secrets from one's family when it came to such an important subject as
one's sexual passions.  He thought back upon his own childhood when he
would see his own father walking naked between the bathroom and his
bedroom, and sometimes with an erection.  There never seemed to be any
embarrassment, but neither would it do to have it known that nudity around
the house had anything to do with something sexual.  He had even watched
his father masturbating several times when his father thought he was alone.
Snooping in his father's closet, he had found pornographic videos and
magazines, as well as a life-like oversized dildo.  So even though he knew
his father, and most likely his mother, were highly charged sexually, it
seemed unthinkable that sex or the subject of sexual activity of any of his
family members would be mentioned, much less described and discussed.  He
would lie in his bed and listen through the wall to all the typical sounds
that his parents would make as they were fucking each other.  Never would
it ever be allowed for any of the children to observe these passionate
nights, or even to be told that they existed.

In retrospect, Harry thought how wonderful it would have been if his
parents had been open with him about their sexual activity, and even drawn
him into it in some way.  He and his parents were very close in all other
respects.  Why would it have been so harmful for him to have been given
full knowledge and information about a sexual activity that was happening
anyway, right there in the next room?

Harry thought about his own little guy, Todd.  Todd would someday have
powerful sexual thoughts and urges of his own.  Surely he would know that
his parents also had those same thoughts.  As Jason had said, all humans
have heavy sexual thoughts and yearnings, whether they are children or
adults.  Why should members of the same family go tip-toeing around each
other as though sex and sexual passion doesn't exist?

Going into Todd's room, Harry picked him up and could feel that he was wet.
Harry took off Todd's sleeper and removed his wet diaper.  As he looked
down at Todd's little penis, Harry thought to himself, "He's my son.  He
should never have any secrets from me, and I should never have any secrets
from him.  That little penis is going to grow someday into a man-sized
cock.  Am I to walk around and never notice?  Am I to act like sexual
passion doesn't exist?  I want to be there every step of the way.  There is
no reason why I shouldn't know what this boy's cock is into.  And I'll keep
no secrets from him, either.  Why shouldn't he know what I'm doing with my
cock?  My whole sexual being will be an open book for him.  Jason was
right.  No one's sexual pleasures should be restricted and hidden.  I'm his
father.  He needs to learn from me-his father-about the greatest joy on
Earth-sexual pleasure."

Harry caressed Todd's little penis, which very quickly became rigid.
"Todd," Harry said, "This little penis will someday be your best friend.
It will continue to give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams.  And I
will always want you to share that pleasure with us without any
inhibitions."

Harry leaned over and ran his tongue lightly over Todd's penis.  He
wondered if Todd would ever be another Jason, Jr.


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