Date: Thu, 4 Dec 2014 20:53:56 -0800
From: Carl Robinson <niftytakechargedad@yahoo.com>
Subject: (bi/incest) Taking Charge of My Family - 8

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Obligatory Disclaimer and notes about the story -- This story is
fictional. None of these people are real and none of this happened. This
story contains sex between family members and sex between adults and minors
(as well as minors with minors and adults with adults, same goes for
male/female, female/female, and male/male pairings as well as groups. Not
all of those combinations will be in every chapter though.

I have started a related spin-off story to this one that focuses on
Madison's point of view and his adventures. Madison's Adventures, can be
found at: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/madisons-adventures/

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Taking Charge of My Family -- 8
"If You Love Somebody, Set Them Free"

	Ricky hadn't gotten fucked the night before, so I figured to be
fair all the kids might as well have sore asses as they rode the bus to
school that morning, so I visited him to take care of my morning hard
on. While I was fucking Ricky, I asked Katy how she felt that morning. She
said her ass was a little sore but she was good.

	After I shot my load up Ricky's ass while he was shooting morning
cum into Katy's mouth, I went to go check on Madison. He said his ass hurt
a bit, so I applied some of the medicated cream to his inflamed hole. It
was red and puffy. I spent several minutes making sure the cream was
properly applied. I told him I didn't want him to be sitting on a sore ass
all day at school then kissed his forehead. He smiled back at me then
leaned over and kissed me on the lips. "I love you daddy, thank you for
last night," he said. I smiled back at him. He seemed to be positively
beaming with an internal light this morning he was so happy.

		Since I was going to be spending the evening at Tom
Chapman's house, I made sure to fuck Sara twice during the day to satisfy
my lust and make sure I kept her womb soaked with my sperm. When Madison
got home, his mother fixed him some fruit for a snack, then we got in my
truck and headed into town to buy him all the gear he would need for
joining the soccer team.

	When we were in the changing room and he was trying on his soccer
shorts, I felt his ass up and asked him how he was feeling. I was still
worried that Ricky and I had gotten carried away last night and hurt
him. He smiled at me and said, "It hurt a little this morning but it feels
okay now. Thanks again daddy," he said and hugged me. I kissed him and then
we finished buying him his new soccer clothes. They were all black and
gold. The coach had let me know the team's colors when I talked to him on
the phone.

	I punched the coaches address into the truck's GPS system and it
led us to the edge of town. The house was at the end of the street and had
about as much privacy as a house in town could have. There were no
neighbors on either side and the backyard bordered the forest. We got out
and headed to the door. I was about to knock when the door opened. There
was a young blond half naked teenage boy standing inside the house holding
the door open. He looked a little bit younger than Ricky, so I guess he was
either thirteen or fourteen. He was at least a half foot shorter than
Ricky, only a few inches above five feet. He obviously worked out though
because he was lean and had well defined muscles. He was only wearing a
pair of black skin tight spandex workout shorts. The outline of his boyhood
was visible through the shorts.

	"Hello, you must be Mr. Robinson and Madison. Welcome, I'm
Brett. Come on in, my father is in the kitchen getting dinner into the oven
and will be out in just a second," said the blond boy as he held the door
open for us. His hair was cut short and as he turned around I could see
that he was covered in a fine layer of almost invisible blond fur. He led
us into the living room and asked if we wanted anything to drink, offering
beer, wine, a cocktail, juice, milk, or water. I asked for a beer and Maddy
wanted some water. Brett got us our drinks then sat down across from us. He
slowly spread his legs apart and smiled at me, daring me look.

	"I'm so glad Madison is interested in joining the Hornets. It is a
really fun team. I help my dad out as the assistant coach. So Madison, how
did you hear about the Hornets? My dad didn't really fill me in on any of
the details," said Brett.

	Madison didn't answer. I turned and looked at him and he was just
sitting there with his mouth open staring at Brett's crotch. I couldn't
really blame him, Brett obviously wore the shorts to show off his bulge and
he couldn't have been more obvious about it if just pulled his dick out and
started waving it at us. I elbowed Madison to get his attention. "Brett
asked you a question," I said.

	"Huh? Sorry, what was the question?" sputtered Madison, causing
both Brett and me to laugh.

	"I was just asking where you heard about Hornets?" asked Brett.

	"Hornets?" asked Madison confused.

	"Yeah, that's the name of my dad's soccer team, the Hornets," said
Brett.

	"Oh, my friend Jonah told me about it," said Madison.

	Brett smiled and seemed to perk up when Madison answered, "Oh
you're a friend of Jonah's? I like Jonah, he's a cool kid. I was telling
your father that I work with my dad on the team, I'm the assistant coach."

	"Don't you play on a team yourself?" I asked, wondering why Brett
was volunteering to help his father out instead of playing.

	"Yeah, but our practices are Monday, Wednesday, Friday. Our games
are sometimes on Saturday and sometimes on Sunday, so I don't make all the
games, but I'm there for the practices," he explained. I nodded. I figured
he must be thirteen then, since if he was fourteen, he would be in high
school and likely be on the high school team, which would mean he would
have practice every day.

	"Hello there, sorry to keep you waiting, but I was just finishing
up the lasagna and needed to put it in the oven, we have an hour before
it's ready and we eat," said a man that had to be the coach, Tom Chapman. I
stood up to shake his hand and we exchanged first names. "Have we met
before, you look familiar?" he asked me.

	As soon as he said that I knew where we had seen each other. He was
the man that saw me buying the enema kits and lube in the drugstore and
said "Have fun". I was so embarrassed to see him again. I think I blushed
and stumbled over my words as I tried to answer, "Uh, um, I think, uh, we
might have, passed each other, uh, at the drugstore last week."

	"Oh right, now I remember. So, did you have fun?"  he asked Tom as
he winked at me.

	"Uh, yeah, I guess I did," I answered. I quickly sat back down and
took a large sip of my beer.

	"Good, well, let's get down to business," Tom said as he sat
down. Tom introduced himself to Madison and started talking soccer. I could
tell that Madison quickly lost interest in the conversation and was more
focused on staring at Brett. The teen kept smiling at me as he showed off
his abs and chest, flexing them and sort of making them ripple as Madison
drooled. I did find it a bit distracting myself. I also noticed that
Madison occasionally looked at Tom the same way.

	Tom was in his mid-forties and in fairly good shape. He obviously
exercised regularly. He had light brown hair that was just starting to get
streaked with gray. He had a strong prominent nose and high cheek
bones. There wasn't much resemblance to Brett though, although their eyes
looked similar. I guessed that Brett wasn't his son but was related
somehow.

	After Tom got done trying to explain to Madison what would be
expect of him if he joined the team, he suggested that Brett give Madison a
tour of the house while we talked about the financial requirements.

	Brett wrapped his arm around Madison's shoulder and pressed his
naked teen chest against the boy's side as they walked out of the room.

	Tom leaned back on the couch and gave me the total that would cover
all of Madison's fees and the cost of his jersey for the season. It wasn't
that much and I was fine paying it. I pulled out my checkbook and wrote him
a check right then. I could tell by the way Madison reacted to Tom and
Brett that the boy would want to be on the team even if he never made it
onto the field.

	Tom and I stared at each other silently for a few minutes. Neither
of us really knowing where to start. The sexual tension that had been in
the room earlier might have been missed by someone that wasn't having sex
with boys, but it was obvious to us and we both knew it. I guess neither of
us was comfortable being the first one to broach the subject though. So I
bite the bullet and not only broached the subject but nuked it, "So, do you
have sex with all the boys on the team?" I asked.

	Tom tried to act shocked and say he didn't know what I was talking
about, but my expression told him I wasn't buying it. Finally he gave me a
real answer and lobbed the grenade back to me, "No, just the ones that have
already discovered they enjoy it. Like Madison obviously has. The way that
boy and you were looking at Brett, it is clear you know what he was
offering and you wanted it."

	"Fair enough," I said. He was right. While I wouldn't risk having
sex outside my family, I couldn't deny that Brett was a sexy little fuck
and the thought of his tight young muscular body under me as I fucked him
was appealing. "He isn't your son is he?" I asked.

	"Yes and no, I've adopted him when he was five. He was my sister's
boy. She died in a car accident," He explained. "I heard that you are
adopting Madison, but that he is actually your grandson," he said.

	"Where did you hear that?" I asked.

	"Jonah told me when he asked me if Madison could join the team," he
answered.

	"Ah. Yes, the boy has a desperate need to be loved and get
attention from a father figure. I'm already his legal guardian now, so if
it makes him happy to be my son I'm willing to make it official. I love
that boy very much and will do almost anything to make sure he is happy," I
said, trying to explain my actions.

	"Indeed, and I'm sure he is very enthusiastic in showing his
appreciation for that attention," said Tom.

	"He is a special boy and I would never hurt him or let anyone hurt
him," I said, a bit offended at Tom's insinuation.

	"As it should be. There are enough boys out there that would be
happy to receive our special type of mentoring and love. There is no need
to force it on an unwilling or unappreciative boy. Just from our brief
interaction I can tell that you love the boy and he loves you. But his
needs are greater than you can fulfill, aren't they," he said as he leaned
forward.

	He was right and I knew it. I thought that by being supportive of
Madison's sexuality and indulging him at home that I could keep him from
seeking male attention outside the home but already from the rumors Ricky
was telling me about it was obvious that Madison need more. Tom and I
talked for a bit and Tom convinced me to let this evening be a trial
run. If I would let Madison make his own choices tonight without pressuring
the boy one way or another, Madison would be able to tell me if he wanted
what Tom was offering and I could see that he, Tom, wasn't forcing anything
on Madison that the boy didn't want.

	When dinner was ready, Tom yelled for the boys to come back into
the house. When they showed up, I could tell that they had been fooling
around. Brett looked a little flushed and Madison was blushing. Tom did
make Brett go put a shirt on for dinner, but it was a tight as the
shorts. During dinner, Tom sat next to Madison and Brett sat next to
me. Tom was constantly reach under the table and rubbing Madison's
leg. Part of me wanted Madison to get upset and push him away. He was my
boy, how dare he let some other man fondle him. But then the voice of
reason would remind me that I was fucking four members of my family and
Madison was getting the least attention since he wasn't really interested
in having sex with Sara or Katy. Also he was not anyone one's favorite. I
loved him dearly, but the truth was that my daughter Sara was the one I
wanted the most. She was the one I fucked every day and while part of it
was that I wanted to get her pregnant, that was
 just part of it. It was also clear that Ricky and Katy were in love. Where
did that leave Madison? Who would put him first?

	I was trying to think about this but kept getting distracted by
Brett. The boy was very forward. The first time he grabbed my crotch and
felt how big my dick was he became obsessed with trying to play with it
under the table. Finally I pushed his hand away and whispered for him to
stop it. He leaned over, holding a bowl of steamed vegetables in one hand
while he put his other hand on my leg, "Are you sure you don't want more?"
he asked.

	I looked the boy directly in the eye and said, "Yes, I'm fine. I
get quite enough to eat at home." Tom had been paying attention to the
exchange and started to choke on the wine he was drinking as he started to
laugh in mid swallow.

	After dinner was over, Brett cleared the table and stacked the
dishes in the sink. Then he went over to his dad and asked if it was
alright if he and Madison went swimming. Tom looked over me to get my
okay. I looked over at Madison and the silently begging me to say yes. He
was so damn cute when he wanted something. "Alright," I said. Madison ran
over and gave me a hug.

	"Come on Madison, let's go upstairs and change into our suits,"
said Brett. Madison followed him upstairs.

	After the boys left, Tom and I got up from the table and went into
the living room. He poured us each a glass of port which we sipped as we
talked. I told him about my wife's death and my move out from the city into
semi-retirement and my daughter moving in with her kids. As we were
talking, Brett and Madison came running down the stairs and into the living
room. I had serious second thoughts about my no fucking around with kids
outside the family rule when I saw Brett. He was wearing the smallest
little thong swimsuit. It was black and barely contained his teenage
package. There were a few of his blond pubes visible above it and when he
turned around the rear strap was completely buried between his ample butt
cheeks. The boy obviously made a point of working out his glutes because he
had a nice big ass.

	Madison was cute as always. He was wearing a traditional
speedo. The green color looked good on him. The suit was form fitting and I
could see the outline of his semi-hard cock in the front of the
suit. Madison looked a little nervous so I decided to check in with him to
make sure he wasn't being pressured into doing anything he didn't
want. "Are you okay Madison? Do you want to stay for a while or do you want
to go home. It is up to you, I just want to make sure you are happy with
what is happening tonight," I said.

	He smiled at me, "I want to go swimming with Brett, is that okay
sir?" he asked. I could tell from his tone and expression that he was
asking for permission to do more than just go swimming.

	"As long as you are doing what you want to do, it's okay with me
baby. Go have fun in the pool, but be careful, don't do anything you don't
want to do," I said.

	"Thank you daddy," he said.

	Brett grabbed Madison's hand and looked me directly in the eye,
"Don't worry sir, I'll keep him safe in the pool and won't let him do
anything that scares him."

	I held the boy's gaze as I made sure he understood how much I cared
about Madison, "Thank you Brett, he is a very special boy, I would hate for
him to get in over his head in the pool."

	"I understand sir, thank you sir," said Brett. He then went over to
Tom and kissed him on the cheek. As he bent over to kiss his father, his
ass was just a couple feet away from me and pointed right at me. Damn it
was fine. I couldn't help myself and started to get hard as I stared at
it. All too quickly, Brett stood back up, collected Madison in hand and led
him out of the room.

	"We are both very lucky men," said Tom quietly as he watched the
two boys leave the room. Once we were alone again, Tom filled me in on his
story. Tom had been a techie during the dotcom boom of the late nineties,
but had been one of the lucky ones because he had sold his options before
the crash. His partner at the time worked at an investment company and had
kept talking about how the market was oversold. They reinvested the money
wisely and Tom and his partner were also making good money from working in
addition to having the windfall. Then eight years ago his sister died in a
car accident. She had named Tom as Brett's guardian in her will, so
suddenly the course of his life changed.

	Tom's partner wasn't interested in being a parent, so their
relationship didn't last much longer after Brett moved in. Tom had enjoyed
living in the city as a gay man, but it wasn't the best environment to
raise a kid. Tom had grown up in the suburbs and always hated them, so
about seven years ago he sold his place in the city and moved out here. By
that time he had officially adopted Brett, so he just told everyone that
his wife died in a car accident. Life was much simpler and easier for a
widower raising a son out here than it would be for a gay man. The area was
changing but it was a slow change and seven years ago it had been even more
homophobic.

	We sort of danced around the subject of how and when Tom started
having sex with Brett. He hadn't actually admitted it, just as I hadn't
admitted I fucked Madison yesterday, but we both knew what was up. "Let's
go check on the boys and see what kind of trouble they are up to," he
said. We got up and he surprised me by heading upstairs. I figured we would
have just gone out back through the kitchen. "The pool's above ground, so
we'll get a better view from upstairs," he explained when I asked where we
were going.

	There were about five rooms upstairs off the main hallway. He
opened a door to an unlit room and held it open for me. The room was empty
except for soft padded mats on the floor and halfway up the walls. There
was just enough light coming in through the window to see by as it
reflected off the mirror that covered the ceiling. "Wrestling room," said
Tom as he came in behind me. "The boys have a lot of fun in here when they
have sleepovers."

	"I bet they do," I said with a chuckle. Tom steered me over to the
window which had a nice unobstructed view of the pool and hut tub in the
backyard. There was enough light around the pool that we could clearly see
Madison and Brett. They were next to each other in the hot tub, their knees
on the seats and their groins pressed up against the side of the tub, most
likely so that the jets were massaging their young cocks. Brett's arm was
on Madison's back and his hand was underneath the water, presumably on or
in Maddy's butt. I watched as Brett leaned over and kissed Madison on the
lips.

	"Does it bother you for him to play with others?" asked Tom.

	"Yes and no," I said, giving him an honest answer. "What about you?
I suspect you actually encourage it."

	Tom laughed, "Yeah. This probably sounds horrible, but Brett is
quiet an effective recruiter. The younger boys look up to him and after a
few times of having sex with him, they are much more open to the idea of
having sex with someone older."

	"Yeah, that is kind of horrible, but also really hot," I replied. I
could see by the way that Madison was moving his groin that Brett was
finger fucking him underneath the water as the boys continued to hump the
hot tub jets.

	"If you don't want Brett fucking Madison, you better speak up
soon. I'll stop him if you don't want to share your boy," said Tom. I
looked over at him and saw that his hand was squeezing his cock through his
pants as he watched the boys.

	"No, don't stop him unless he tries to force himself on Madison. If
Madison wants Brett to fuck him, I'm okay with that," I said as reached
down and adjusted myself.

	"Brett would never force himself on a younger boy. As for you on
the other hand, you better watch out. You he might consider raping if that
is the only way he could get that dick of yours up his ass," said Tom.

	Outside, Brett reached over to where the towels were resting and
picked up a tube of lube. He pushed Madison up so that the boy's chest and
stomach were on the deck, his legs were still in water and his ass was
exposed. Brett pulled Maddy's swimsuit off, then squirted some lube onto
Madison's ass. The boy was obviously practiced in the art of boy
fucking. He quickly had Madison's ass greased up and slide his young boy
cock in my grandson.

	Tom reached up and very quietly cracked the window open so that we
could hear the boys. I recognized the sound of Madison moaning in
pleasure. He was obviously enjoying getting fucked by the older boy.

	"Do you only play with boys and women or do you fool around with
men too?" asked Tom. I looked over at him and I could see that he was
checking out my package.

	"I'm bisexual, but a top, although I'll suck some boy dick
occassionally," I said. I could see the hunger in Tom's eyes. I unbuttoned
my pants and pulled my cock out. It was already hard from watching Madison
and Brett fuck. Tom's got wide as he saw my cock. "Can you handle a man's
dick?" I asked as tugged on my cock.

	"I love boys, but I do miss getting to suck a real man's cock,"
said Tom. He dropped to his knees and started to suck on me. I turned back
to the window and watched Brett pounding away on Madison's ass in the hot
tub. At one point Madison sort of reached back and pushed Brett away and I
heard Madison say "stop". I almost started to rush down there to rescue
Madison when I saw Brett jump away from Madison and immediately start
checking that Madison was okay.

	Madison crawled out of the hot tub and spread a towel out on the
deck then pointed for Brett to lay down. Once Brett was on his back,
Madison climbed up and sat down on the boy's dick. It was actually very
reassuring to see Madison actively participating like that. I felt much
better knowing that Madison was confident enough to know what he wanted and
what he didn't want.

	Tom was a very talented cocksucker. I was really enjoying his
mouth, throat, and hands working on my cock while I got to watch a live boy
porn performance between our adoptive sons. I could hear Madison moaning as
he rode Brett's cock and the older boy jacked him off. When Madison cried
out from his dry orgasm, I grabbed Tom's head and started brutally fucking
the man's face with my cock until I was ready to cum. I pulled my dick out
and jacked over his face. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth, his
tongue sticking out waiting for my load. "Ugggh," I grunted as I blasted my
cum onto his face.

	Tom cleaned off the head of my cock, then tucked it back inside my
underwear and pants. "I'll go clean this off, you should get back
downstairs," said Tom. I zipped up and went back down to the living
room. Tom joined a couple minutes later.

	"So, is it okay if Madison joins the team?" asked Tom.

	"Yes, but you need to promise me something. No pictures or
videos. I don't want my grandson plastered all over the internet and the
police investigating how he turned him into some boy porn star," I said, my
paranoia over getting caught demanding I at least get some assurances
before I turned Madison over to a boylover.

	"Oh absolutely. I totally agree that taking pictures or video is an
unnecessary risk. I have a security camera on the front of the house and
some motion sensors to trigger flood lights if any animals come out of the
woods, but nothing that would record any fun anyone is having. Also when
the boys have sleepovers, I confiscate any phones or devices with
cameras. I've got a good thing going here, I'm not going to risk it," he
explained.

	"Good," I said, somewhat reassured that I could trust Tom not to
end up exposing Madison, and ultimately me.

	Madison was beaming when he and Brett came into the living room
after having rinsed off.  "I think we should get going now Maddy. Why don't
you go back upstairs and put your clothes back on," said I to Madison.

	"Yes sir," he said then went upstairs with Brett.

	The boys returned a few minutes later. Madison was dressed but
Brett was completely naked. I admired his young muscular body and
half-erect teen cock. He was smaller than Ricky but a little bigger than
Madison. I tore my eyes off the boy's body and got up to shake hands with
Tom, saying my goodbyes.

	Madison went to shake Tom's hand but Tom leaned down and wrapped
Madison up in a hug, "Welcome to the team Madison. We'll see you at
practice tomorrow," Tom said.

	"Thank you sir. See you tomorrow," replied Madison.

	Brett walked over to me and hugged me. He sort of straddled my leg
and started rubbing himself against my thigh. I couldn't resist reaching
down and feeling the boy's muscular ass. He let out a very quiet moan and
whispered, "Please fuck me sometime." I forced myself to push him away
before I threw him down on the couch and fucked him right then.

	My cock was rock hard again and was painfully bent over on itself
in my underwear. Brett reached his hand out and tugged on my cock, shifting
it around so that it was no longer bent. "UDP," said Brett as he smiled.

	"Thanks," I said and tussled the boy's short blond hair. "Come on
Madison, time to get home. You have school in the morning," I said as took
Madison's hand and headed for my truck. On the drive home Madison and I
talked. He was concerned that I would be jealous if he played with other
boys or men and he didn't want to do it if it would make me mad. I let him
know that he was my special little gay boy slut and I knew that little gay
boy sluts were going to have sex with a lot of boys and men and I was okay
with that.