Date: Sat, 19 Jul 2014 06:28:49 -0500
From: "moonchris6@gmail.com" <moonchris6@gmail.com>
Subject: The American Family: Chapter 4

This story is fictional. It contains sexual situations between members of
the same sex, opposite sex, and within the same family. All of the
characters you read about eventually play a role in the story, in
situations with most other characters. There is a plot, though it creeps in
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The American Family
Chapter 4:


A clap of thunder woke Mitch. This isn't something that happened
frequently; usually he slept like a rock. He had been having another great
dream, filled with fucking, sucking, anal licking, and dick stroking. He
woke with a four inch cock that was hard as his baseball bat, and aching
for release. He'd laid in bed for a long time last night after his sexual
exploration with his sister Erin and her best friend Sherri. He'd resisted
the urge to jack off, after Erin had told him sex would be better if he
stored up his cum (now that he was producing a little), not to mention his
urges. He didn't think he'd have any problem with the latter.


He got up to close his window, which was letting in rain by the gallon. It
was one of those mornings where you couldn't tell how late it was because
the sky was dark from the storm, but also lit from the sun behind it. The
clock said 6:09. Luckily he'd been exhausted from fucking Sherri last
night, and fell asleep immediately, so he wasn't tired now. It would be
three or four hours before the girls rose from their slumber, though. They
slept in the same bed and Mitch wondered if they spent some time licking
each other's little pussies after he'd left.


His growling stomach won out over his raging boner. He threw on a shirt and
shorts and plodded downstairs to the kitchen, where he found his dad
enjoying a breakfast of coffee and toast.


In Mitch's eyes, Charles Holm was a towering saint of a man. He cast a long
shadow. At 6'4, and selfless husband of a politician, this was true both
literally and figuratively. When Mitch was really little, his dad quit his
job in order to become the "model political husband". He stayed home and
raised Mitch and Erin as best he could, with his wife pitching in whenever
she could. Truth be told, Mitch idolized him.


But boredom won out for Charles. After some heated discussions with his
wife, he decided to get his Certified Massage Therapist license, and
practice out of his home. There were often men and women coming into the
home for massages. Lately Mitch spent a lot of time thinking what it must
be like for his dad to rub and stroke all those naked bodies all day
long. He was jealous. Mitch glanced at the client schedule posted on the
fridge for today and saw the first patron was not until 10am.


"Hi Squirt," he said. "Want some breakfast?"


Mitch was already getting the Cocoa Puffs from the pantry. He sat down
across from his dad and filled the bowl, having not yet figured out how
full it could be before the milk made them spill all over.


"You know, I'm really proud of how well you've been playing ball
lately. Yesterday you really knock--"


"Dad, can I talk to you about something?" He'd been mulling it over in his
head for days and thought this would be the perfect time, with the girls
sleeping for a few more hours and his mom at the campaign office.


"Of course, buddy. Anything."


Mitch took a spoonful of cereal and chewed. In the time it took to swallow,
he reconsidered. "Well, I guess it's not that important, dad. Forget it."


"Mitch, what is it? If something is wrong, you can always talk to me or
your mom."


Mitch sat and played with his cereal. So many thoughts were running through
his mind. He thought about the time he saw aunt Alanna and uncle Ivan
having sex. He thought about his teacher Mr. Kratchem and the dream he had
after playing with Erin. He thought about how Todd Baker had treated him
after finding him and Kyle sucking each other's dicks. Finally, he
remembered what Erin had said about how their mom and dad would react if he
brought up the idea of having sex, or even talking about sex, with
them. Tears started to well in his eyes.


"Hey little guy, it's alright." His dad got up and put an arm around
Mitch's shoulders. "Since when are there things you can't tell your old man
about? Whatever it is, you won't be in trouble, and I'll love you like I
always have. Please tell me what's up, Mitch"


"Will you talk to me about sex?"


"Sex!?" His dad paused, and finally said, "Really? You're nine. What do you
need to know about sex? What do you know about sex?"


"I know a lot about it, I think. I know about penises and vaginas and fu--
having sex and oral sex, and --"


"Woah, how do you know about that?" There was no anger or judgement in his
voice, only curiosity.


"We talk. Kids talk a lot about sex, dad. I know some kids that have
started doing it, even some of my friends at school."


Charles's mouth was hanging open. He said, "But you're nine!" Clearly he
didn't really know what else to say, so Mitch continued.


"We talk about sex all the time. We think about doing it with each
other... and with adults." Mitch braced himself for a bad reaction, but he
needn't have worried.


"Adults," his dad said. It wasn't a question, and yet it was stated with
wonder and confusion.


"Dad, do adults ever want to have sex with kids? Do they know that we want
to have sex with them? I've talked to a few of my friends, and all of us
know some adults we want to have sex with. Are there any kids that you want
to have sex with?"


But his dad only repeated with blank unfocused eyes, "Adults."


"Dad?"


Charles only stared ahead, and didn't reply for a while. Finally he seemed
to snap out of his stupor and said, "Mitch, have you had sex?"


Mitch didn't hesitate. "Yes," he said.


"Have you had sex with adults?"


Mitch thought about it, and decided now wasn't the right time to be totally
forthcoming with his dad. He wanted his dad to be on his side, not
crazy-mad, and clearly right now, the idea of a nine year old having sex
with an adult wasn't something his dad was ready to deal with. "No," he
lied.


"Who have you --"


"But I want to!" Mitch interrupted, partly because he didn't want to answer
the question his dad was about to ask. "I want to have sex with
adults. Adults that I love and who love me back and who wouldn't hurt
me. Who I know wouldn't hurt me. Like... well, there are some adults I know
who I would like to do that with."


"I can't believe I'm hearing this," his dad said. "What will your mother
say?"


"Oh, please don't tell her, dad! I wanted to talk to you about this. Sort
of like, man to man. I thought you might be able to understand. Do you
remember ever wanting to fu -- have sex with an adult when you were a kid?"


Charles thought about it, and chuckled. "I'll tell you, there were plenty
of teachers I really wanted to have sex with. Mrs. Justice. Miss
Tranks. And even Mr. Nash."


"See dad? Kids are sexual too."


"Kids are sexual too," his dad repeated, seeming to mull it over. "Kids are
sexual too." It was like he was trying to get used to the idea.


"We are, dad," said Mitch. "You were. Mom probably was, right? Erin is, I'm
sure. My friend Kyle definitely is. Dad, I think we all are, and we all
want to have sex with grown ups."


"Mitch, I want you to talk to Father Antonelli about this. I can probably
accept that kids are sexual too. Even you, and Erin. Although I need to
think about that more. But wanting to have sex with adults, I don't know
what to say about that. Maybe we can both meet with Father A to talk about
it, ok?"


"I'd like that, dad. Thank you." He got up and gave his dad a hug. "I love
you dad, more than anybody in the world."


"We'll talk to him after you get back from your uncle Ivan's house," his
dad said. "You're headed there in a couple days and staying there for a
week. Your mother and I decided last night after dinner."


"Really!" Mitch yelped. "For real!!? That's so awesome!" He hugged his dad
once again.


Mitch felt his dad's strong arms wrap around him and then lift him up and
pull him up onto his lap. Mitch put his head on his dad's shoulders,
feeling thankful he had the courage to talk to his dad about this, and
excited about going to Uncle Ivan's house. In all his excitement, he almost
missed the feeling under his ass.


His dad had a boner.


---


It wasn't the amazing aroma of home cooked Italian food that Aunt Alanna
made every night. It wasn't the vast acres of wooded land that surrounded
the Rimmaker home. It wasn't even the huge pool with the diving board, big
slide, and basketball hoop built in. No, what struck Mitch the most after a
day living with his Aunt and Uncle was the casual attitude everybody had
toward nudity. Within a couple hours, Mitch had seen his uncle Ivan nude,
his long, soft penis swinging between his legs. Later the first night, Aunt
Alanna was found walking on the treadmill wearing nothing but spandex
shorts. Her large breasts were bouncing with each step as her focus was
targeted to an episode of Orange is The New Black on Netflix. Even the
twins, ten year old Becca and Melanie, didn't show any modesty after
swimming with only bikini bottoms.


Not that Mitch minded. A month ago, he might have been tempted to avert his
eyes when he saw such shameless displays of skin, especially from the girls
in the family. Now though, the naked and half naked bodies that pranced
around this house caused a stirring in his pants, a feeling he'd learned to
embrace and enjoy, so he wasn't about to look away from dicks and boobs and
pussies when they were on display.


The first night was busy unpacking and catching up. Even though Ivan
Rimmaker only lived a dozen or so miles from his sister, they didn't visit
very often. Ever since he was a teenager, his sister Shawna seemed to keep
her distance, both physically and emotionally. That was ok with Ivan. He'd
had it out with her years ago when she accused him of abandoning her with
their parents, something that was true, but couldn't be helped. Ivan had a
baseball career to tend to, one that had major leagues written all over
it. Until the head first slide into home that ended everything. Never slide
into home head first. Such was the refrain beat into him from high school
up through triple-A. In the heat of the moment though, when all that's
between you and your team's victory celebration is a 220 pound catcher with
full gear on, you don't think about what Mr. Esposito, varsity coach/math
teacher, told you five years ago. You go on instinct.


Then you go home, with your vertebrae fractured in three spots.


So the first night was spent catching up. Mitch had plenty to talk about,
but didn't dare mention that which was foremost on his mind (let's see, his
sister's tits, his friend Kyle's little dick, his own penis sliding into
thirteen year old Sherri's tight pussy, etc). Instead he talked about his
mom. His dad. Erin (not her little less-than-A-cup boobs). Even the
dog. Boring.


It was the second night, after everybody had retired to bed, that Mitch
walked quietly down the stairs and knocked on the library door under which
the light spilled invading the dark quiet of the hallway.


"Come in," said his uncle. Mitch went into the large room lined with books
as his uncle was closing the laptop. Standing up from behind his mahogany
desk, he walked around it, and Mitch, once again, saw that dangling cock on
his tall muscular body.


"What's up Mitch?"


Silence.


"Mitch?"


Finally Mitch snapped out of his trance. "Uhh, sorry Uncle Ivan, you're
probably working. I just wanted to talk to you about something." The two of
them sat down on the leather couch against the wall.


"Oh, is it your baseball? We'll have plenty of time for that. I've seen you
play, you have great fundamentals.," Ivan said.


"No, not that," said Mitch. "It's about this house. Well..." He was
genuinely afraid to say anything. Had he known about the 500 pound elephant
saying, he would have used it now. Finally he decided to just be open. "Why
is everybody here so... naked all the time?"


Ivan laughed a deep belly laugh. "I'm really sorry kid, this must be quite
a shock for you. Honestly, we have been like this so long we don't even
think much of it. Do you know what `nudism' is?"


"I know what `orgasm' is," Mitch said.


"Hmmm, not quite the same thing. Though one sometimes leads to the other."
He continued after seeing that Mitch didn't get the joke. "Sometimes people
just like to be naked. That's us. I travelled a lot for baseball, and I saw
a lot of crazy shit, er, stuff. In Raleigh, North Carolina, I went to a
nude beach that Doc Rollie, our 3rd baseman, told us about. I was hooked. I
talked with Alanna about it and she was interested too. This we before Bec
and Mel were around."


Mitch stared slack-jawed. Nudism. Just walking around naked, not caring
about anything. "Why doesn't everybody do that?" he asked. "It sounds
awesome!"


"Because a lot of people are like your mom," Ivan said. "Seriously hung up
and uptight about any kind of sex or nudity. She doesn't understand that
nudity is liberating. She's very religious, I know you all are, but what
she doesn't get is that nudity is what God wants from us. It strips away
all secrets. When we have no physical secrets, it's really hard to have
emotional or verbal secrets. Adam and Eve were nudists."


"But doesn't your, um..., your penis sometimes ...."


"Get hard? Uh, hell yeah it gets hard. When you're around beautiful women,
and honestly, some pretty great looking guys, though I don't usually swing
that way, yeah, your dick gets hard often. It's ok though. Remember, no
secrets, right? My dick is hard right now."


Mitch looked down, and sure enough, his uncle's dick was sticking up from
between his legs, and for a second, Mitch was kinda scared. It was bigger
than anything he'd ever seen. It was as long as his forearm and just as big
around too. Looking at it caused an instant hard-on in Mitch's pajamas, one
that threatened to poke out of the hole in front.


"Anyway," Ivan said, laughing at his nephew's reaction to his cock. "That's
where this conversation has to end, because nudism is not sex, and sex is
not nudism. That's the part that your mom doesn't get. Nudism can lead to
some uncomfortable situations, and you always need to respect who you're
nude around. You're nine years old, so I don't want to get either of us
into trouble."


"It's ok, Uncle Ivan," said Mitch. "I know all about erections and orgasms
and sex. We can talk all about it."


"Yeah, we probably can," said Ivan as he stood up. "But not now with me in
the condition I'm in. I'm not a religious prude like your mom, but I have
limits. I'm an adult, you're a kid, and I have an erection, so you need to
go to bed, and I need to go see my wife."


Mitch stood up and walked toward the door, opening it. He looked back at
Ivan and focused on his long dick arching over the carpet, with the flared
red helmet and veiny shaft. "Kids are sexual too, Uncle Ivan," he said,
meeting his eyes. "Even with adults." He stopped a beat, considering
something. "Especially adults," he said, and walked out the door.


--


On Monday, everybody went to work, leaving Mitch and the twins home
alone. This was as uninteresting for the twins, it seemed, as it was for
Mitch. Bec and Mel stayed in their room most of the day. Once in a while
Mitch heard one or the other bound downstairs to get something from the
kitchen, but he didn't really see them much, and he didn't make much of an
effort to. They had lunch separately, leftovers from the amazing Italian
feast Aunt Alanna cooked up the night before.


Mitch was deep in thought about his uncle. Specifically, about the immense
cut of meat between his legs, and how easy it would have been for them to
play last night, had Ivan wanted to. He thought about the fucking that must
have happened in his uncle's bedroom, Alanna on her back with her legs up
in the air and spread wide like a giant V. Ivan on top of her, pumping his
big dick deep inside her, the indentation of his muscled ass accentuated
with every thrust.


Unfortunately, Mitch hadn't heard a thing the night before.


A mixture of boredom and curiosity brought Mitch into the library late that
afternoon, the room he was with his uncle the previous night. Mitch loved
to read, and he'd never seen such a huge collection of books outside of a
real library before. Along with the computer sitting on the desk that Ivan
had closed so quickly when Mitch had walked in, the room was filled with
floor to ceiling bookcases and a large window partially covered by long,
dark, heavy curtains that went all the way to the floor.


Mitch started looking around at some of the books. There were things he'd
heard of, like Charles Dickens and Harry Potter, and a lot that he hadn't
heard of, like Fyodor Dostoyevsky. Mitch couldn't even guess how to
pronounce that, but he tried saying it out loud anyway. Continuing to
browse, he looked up and saw a series of books that didn't have anything on
the spine and looked battered and ancient. He found the little ladder and
climbed up to pull a couple books off the shelf.


One was called "The Pearl" and the other was "The Romance of Lust". He
liked that word, lust, though he'd never heard it before. He opened it to a
random page and started reading:


"Miss Frankland glued her lips to dear Lizzie's charming quim, while Lizzie
took her extraordinary clitoris into her mouth. After a few ardent caresses
Miss Frankland pushed a finger up Lizzie's bottom-hole..."


Wow! Mitch didn't know what this book was about, but he knew it was sexy
and he liked it, as evidenced by his growing dick in his shorts. He flipped
to another page, which was stained and a little stuck to the following
page, and continued reading...


"I was awakened by my uncle drawing all the clothes off me. Of course, I
was rampant, as usual. He gazed for a moment or two without speaking at my
enormous cock at full stand..."


Oh my god, Mitch thought. This book is about a boy having sex with his
uncle! He slid down his shorts, springing forward his little cock and,
wrapping a hand around it, stroked it fiercely and continued to read. Then
he heard a commotion out in the hallway -- it was his uncle! Mitch couldn't
be caught doing this, and certainly not snooping around in the library!
Looking around, he thought he could be hidden behind the heavy curtains
along the window, and hopefully not be seen. Moving quick as the wind, he
jumped behind it and stood perfectly still, at least as still as he could
with his heart beating so hard.


Uncle Ivan came into the room and immediately sat at his desk and started
his computer. Mitch breathed a quiet sigh of relief at having not been
seen, as Ivan was seated facing partly away from the window, but Mitch
could see his whole body from the side. Even though he must have just
gotten home from work, Mitch noticed as he peeked around the curtain, he
was already naked!


Mitch watched as Ivan brought up some folders on the computer and started
watching a movie. It was of a man and a boy walking through a field at the
edge of some woods. They were having a picnic, it looked like, because
Mitch saw the man put down a red and white checkered blanket. But instead
of pulling food out of the basket, the man pulled out a length of rope and
handcuffs. He must be a police officer, Mitch thought. Then he pulled out a
large black thing that looked like... no, not "like" -- it was exactly the
shape of a full grown man's large dick. It was almost as big as Ivan's last
night! What is this movie, Mitch thought.


Soon the man began undressing the boy, who stood there without resisting,
and occasionally giggling as the man apparently tickled him a little. It
was when the man pulled down the boy's underpants that Mitch noticed his
uncle stroking his dick, up and down. Mitch's own dick was hard and he
rubbed it between his fingers, over his shorts.


Once the boy was undressed, the man took off his own shirt, then said
something to the boy in a language that wasn't English. The boy quickly
unbuttoned the man's pants and slid them down. He wasn't wearing any
underwear, and his hard dick sprung out from its confines, slapping his
belly. It was really big, Mitch thought, especially when compared to the
boy's little dick. And my own, he thought sadly.


The man stepped forward to the little boy and what happened next made Mitch
shudder. The man spit on his dick head and, grabbing both his dick and the
little boys, he rubbed them together, around and around in circles. He slid
his dick forward so much of it disappeared between the boys legs as it
pushed his balls aside. Mitch was so taken by this spectacle, his arms and
hands went slack and the books he was holding fell to the carpeted floor
and made a small "thud" sound.


"What's that!?" Ivan said, as he whipped his head around. He got up from
the chair and pulled the curtain away from Mitch. "What the fuck, Mitch!
What are you doing in here?!!"


Mitch was already crying. "Uncle Ivan," he sobbed. "I was just in here
looking at some books and you came home. I *gasp* thought *gasp* you would
*gasp* be mad if *gasp* you found me in here."


Ivan put his arm around him, his dick still throbbing with hardness. "It's
ok," he said. "For God's sake, don't cry! You're not in trouble, but just
don't go hiding on people when they come in the room and think they're
alone."


"I'm sorry Unc..." Mitch's attention had shifted to what was now playing on
the laptop computer. The man and the boy were doing a sixty-nine, the man
having to really stretch his neck forward to get the little dick of the
small boy into his mouth.


"Oh, shit!" said Ivan, and quickly slammed the laptop shut.


"They were sucking each other's dicks!" said Mitch.


"Ummm, yeah, I guess they were. That's grown up stuff, you don't need to
see that."


"But he was just a little kid like me! Don't you see what this means, Uncle
Ivan? It's like I told you last night! Kids are sexual too!" Mitch's
excitement was palpable.


"Listen, I don't think that kid was really doing anything by choice in that
movie." said Ivan.


"Yes he was, didn't you see him? Ivan, I've talked to so many friends at
school. So has Erin. Every single one of us wants to have sex with grown
ups that love us. Why don't you believe me?"


Uncle Ivan didn't answer, but chuckled nervously.


"Uncle Ivan? Can we please have sex? Please? I want to so bad with you. I
like how big your thing is! And it's really hard right now, and look, mine
is too!" Mitch pulled down his shorts to expose his four inch dick,
sticking straight out and hard as a rock.


Ivan just stared at it. Then at Mitch's eyes. Then back at his cock. "Oh
shit," he said, finally. "Fuck it, if you want to, then I want that dick in
my mouth, really bad!"


Ivan quickly locked the library door and they moved to the couch. Without
saying a word, Ivan kneeled before Mitch and bent down to take a close look
at his cock. Looking up into Mitch's eyes, his tongue extended and swabbed
Mitch's ball sack. A bolt of electricity went through him and he let out a
long "ohhhh...".


Ivan's tongue travelled up the full length of Mitch's dick and when he got
to the top, he slowly wrapped the lips of his smooth face around the little
helmet head and sank down, letting the entire thing invade his mouth until
his nose was against Mitch's bare pubic bone.


"Oh my God," Mitch moaned, and grabbed his uncle's thick hair. But his
uncle wasn't finished. After holding his position for a good ten seconds,
all the while his tongue swirled around the entire length of Mitch's dick,
he went back and forth quickly. Mitch's dick was shiny with Ivan's saliva
as both were moaning loudly now. Mitch's knees were getting weak and he
almost toppled over a couple times, but put his hands on Ivan's shoulders
for support.


"Oh, wait uncle Ivan," he said. "You have to stop or I will shoot my white
stuff and I don't want that. I want to suck on you!"


Ivan reluctantly pulled his tight lips off Mitch's meat and stood up. As
tall as he was, and as long as his dick was, Mitch didn't even have to
kneel down. He bent forward and grasped the thick cock. His fingers didn't
quite touch as they wrapped around it. He started by licking around the
head and into the big piss hole. As much as he could, he put his lips
around the head of his uncle's enormous dick, but he couldn't stretch his
mouth enough to fit the whole head in. Would he ever be able to suck a dick
like his uncle did?


Instead, he sucked at the top and the sides all the while pumping it like
it was a tire pump.


"Oh fuck Mitch, don't fucking stop!"


Mitch didn't plan to. He sucked and licked the smooth sides of the
beautiful poker, and when he got to the bottom, he licked the fuzzy balls
and sucked first one, then the other into his mouth. At least those fit.


Ivan moved and sat on the couch. "Mitch, straddle my legs and put your dick
next to mine." Mitch did as he was told and immediately felt the brand new
sensation of a hot dick sliding up and down on his own cock. Ivan took both
cocks in his hand and stroked them up and down. Mitch noticed some clear
juice leaking from Ivan's dick and getting both dicks wet.


"Here, you try," Ivan told him.


Mitch took both hands and wrapped them around the two dicks, stroking them
up and down. Ivan moaned loudly and more juice came out. He grabbed Mitch
by the back of the neck and pulled toward him, and their tongues met in the
middle, fighting with each other as they alternately sucked the other's
tongue.


"Uncle Ivan, can we do the sixty-nine like in the movie?" asked Mitch.


Wordlessly, they moved to the floor and Mitch slid his small body onto the
large frame of his uncle, lining up his mouth with his uncle's titanic
dick. Mitch took a moment to focus on how nice it felt lying on top of his
uncle. He savored the furry chest and hard stomach. He reached down with
both hands and felt his uncle's strong thighs. He knew his uncle was a
really great athlete, but it had been a long time since he'd played
baseball. Yet his body still felt and looked like it could have been Rickey
Henderson's.


He felt his dick enveloped by the warm wet mouth of his uncle, who had his
eyes open, seemingly not wanting to miss anything that was
happening. Looking down at the large penis before him, he grasped it and
pointed it straight up, wagging it like a dog's tail, admiring it. He was
going to try harder this time; he wanted it in his mouth. He started by
licking from the base near the hair, all the way up to the top. When he got
there he took both hands, like he was holding a baseball bat, and stroked
it up and down. He stretched his mouth as wide as he could and put the tip
in his mouth and sucked and licked it.


Ivan was rubbing his finger around Mitch's asshole. Mitch thought that was
weird, but also that it felt amazing, and he recalled how Sherri had put
her tongue in there. He didn't think his shitter was supposed to be
something that felt good, but maybe he was wrong. Ivan's finger on his
asshole excited Mitch even more and he willed his jaw to open even further
than it ever had been. He pushed his head down, a millimeter at a time,
until with a little "pop", the entire head of his uncle's fat dick filled
his mouth!


"Oh fucking God Mitch!" his uncle said, and Mitch felt the big finger push
into his ass a little.


Mitch's mouth was full of cock, so he had to focus his breathing through
his nose. He swirled his tongue around the head three or four times,
tasting the liquid that was flowing out of this gorgeous fountain of a
man. With another "pop", he pulled his head off Ivan's dick, licked at the
pee hole, and then slid it back into his mouth. It was easier this time, he
thought, so he did this over and over. By focusing on his uncle's dick, he
found he could keep himself from cumming.


"Holy shit, I can't believe you're only nine!" said Ivan. Then he went to
town on Mitch's dick. Mitch felt the hardest, fiercest suction on his dick
that he'd ever felt. It was like Ivan was determined to taste his
juice. Mitch squeezed the pole in front of him as tightly as he could and
stroked it up and down, licking the head.


"Ok Mitch, you have to get up," said Ivan.


"Why?" said Mitch. "What did I do?"


"Nothing, come here," said Ivan breathlessly, and he pulled Mitch into a
tight hug, the two of them sitting on the floor. Mitch could feel Ivan's
dick below his ass and his own little one resting on top of it. "Fuck me,
Mitch. I want you to fuck me."


"How can I do that? You're a boy!"


Ivan laughed. "You shove your little dick into my asshole, that's how!"


"Gross!"


"Trust me," Ivan said. "It's not gross. I'm clean there, and you will love
it. If you think that getting your dick sucked is nice, wait until you try
this."


Ivan got on his hands and knees and Mitch stood behind him. Looking back,
Ivan saw Mitch would be able to fuck him standing up, and said, "Holy fuck
that's so hot!"


Ivan spit into his hand and rubbed the saliva into his asshole, then rubbed
what was left on Mitch's hard poker. Grasping it and pulling forward, he
lined up the dick and said, "Ok buddy. Just push it into me."


With his knees slightly bent, Mitch pushed his hips forward and felt the
warm tight envelope surround his dick. His eyes rolled into the back of his
head as he sunk fully into his uncle's gripping asshole. He grabbed onto
Ivan's hips and immediately started fucking with abandon.


"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Ivan said, reaching down and stroking his dick. "Fuck me!!"


Mitch felt that feeling again, radiating out from his stomach, the tingles
starting to overtake him, as once again he felt something that was better
than anything he'd ever felt. The world of sex was blowing his mind, as it
seemed every day opened a new door of thrills.


His body stiffened and his cock drilled his uncle's asshole at a blurring
pace.


"Ohhhhhhh," he moaned. "Oh fuck fuck.... oh fuckfuckfuckity fuckity
fuckityyyyyyyyyyy". Finally he shoved his dick as hard as he could into his
uncle and shot his cum into the tight hole squeezing his dick.


"Yes, yes! Shoot it!" his uncle was saying, and Mitch only barely
registered anything around him.


Mitch slumped down onto the floor and heard the slippery pop of his dick
pulling out of his uncle. He sat, sweaty, and watched as his uncle turned
around, his dick flaring purple and hard as nails.


"Please let me have your juices, uncle Ivan," he said as he lay down below
that pointing dick. He took a hold of it with one hand and stroked it,
while tonguing the head. Ivan also grabbed it and stroked it hard.


"Oh yes, here it comes kiddo..." moaned Ivan. As he grunted, Mitch first
felt a dribble of the white juice drop into his mouth, then a huge spurt
fell onto his forehead, his left eye, and his nose all at once, along with
the trail end into his mouth. Another spurt, just as big as the first,
pulsed out of the hose, covering more of his face. He loved the hotness of
it, and the flavor of it on his tongue. Six or seven more shots flew out of
the mammoth dick, completely covering Mitch's face, who was loving every
second of it.


Finally Ivan slumped down, exhausted and spent. He crawled over Mitch and
kissed him, sharing the juice that came from his body. Lovingly, he slowly
licked the cum from Mitch's face, bit by bit, and shared each mouthful with
him in a wet creamy kiss. Seven or eight mouthfuls in all Before long, and
all too soon for Mitch, his face was clean again and he could open his
eyes.


***


Alanna did what she did every night when she got home from work. Lord knows
the twins weren't going to do it. Changing out of her high heels into her
sandals, she turned the hose on and was making her way around the house
watering her roses and lillies. Her gardening was the most satisfying hobby
she'd ever taken up, outside of the bedroom at least.


As she pulled the hose around the corner of the house she heard a moan from
the open window of the library. Ivan is jerking off again, she thought. She
was amazed at how he fucked her every night, usually every morning, and
still had the juice to work one out after he got home from work. He used to
fuck her every night right after work, but her body was unable to handle
that much sex. She's a two-a-day girl, not three! So he'd started stroking
his dick after work every day, which was fine with her as long as she still
got her double dose of his sweet cum.


She chuckled to herself at the thought of him jerking off, moaning to
whatever porn he was watching. Then she heard a second moan, coming from
somebody else. It sounded like a woman.


Stopping the flow of water, she crept quietly toward the library window and
took a peek inside. What she saw would change everything.


She couldn't allow herself to watch more than a few seconds of her husband
with Mitch. At first, instinctually, she was furious, and tears welled up
in her eyes. She turned away and leaned against the house, unsure what to
do. The mental image of her husband in a sixty-nine with nine year old
Mitch would be one she'd take to the grave. She had to process this.


Jealousy grew within her. Steeling her courage, she started toward the
front door of the house. Within a few steps, another thought caused a pit
in her stomach and she stopped dead in her tracks.


She was jealous, no doubt about it. But she wasn't quite sure of whom she
was more jealous.


***


"I told you, Uncle Ivan," Mitch said as they were getting dressed. "Kids
are sexual too."


"Have you thought about starting a club or something, of all the kids that
are sexual too?" said Ivan. "You sure love that saying. You should get
t-shirts made!" he joked.


"Kids Are Sexual, Too," Mitch said again. "KAST. Hey, I like that" He
thought about what his uncle said. "A club would be awesome, but how would
I spread the word? How would we talk about stuff?"


"Geez Mitch," his uncle said. "I thought I was the old out of touch
one. Haven't you ever heard of Facebook?"


====End of chapter 4====

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