Date: Fri, 25 Jun 2010 11:47:22 -0500
From: R.J. Josh Maxwell <btomandback@hotmail.com>
Subject: Milk pt 8

In some ways, I think all of this affected Dad even more than Margie,
though he showed it less. He was actually was a good anthropologist, and he
thought like one. But I know it had to be difficult for him to be
dispassionate about his own family, and his own son.

The very next night after the "big discussion", Lizzie threw a blanket over
me on the couch and crawled in with me. I had seen Ellie talking to her
earlier, and I figured Ellie was up to something. Mom leaned back in her
chair and watched from the corner of her eye. She knew her daughters.

Lizzie was in her nightshirt and panties. She pushed her panties down and
backed her butt into my lap.

Ethan had fucked Lizzie, just that afternoon. I know. I watched and then I
found Ellie and fucked her. I think Ellie wanted Lizzie to fuck with me
that evening on the couch, just to see if we'd get away with it.

I was all for it, actually. Because Mom was in the room. It felt perverse,
to try to turn on my own stepmom, but also electrifying; and exciting
because if we got away with fucking on the couch in the same room with Mom,
we could pretty much get away with anything.

I pushed my shorts and boxers down and rubbed my dickhead between the backs
of Ellie's legs and onto her little labia until I made precum and I could
ease my dick in. We started fucking, right there on the couch under the
blanket.

Dad came to the door from the hallway. Ellie was beside him, and I had the
impression that she had gotten him to come into the living room on some
pretext to see his reaction. He didn't react much, though, not that I dared
look in his direction. I kept fucking Lizzie, spoon-style.

When Ellie didn't get enough of the reaction she wanted from Dad, she
strode up to the couch and jerked the blanket off of Lizzie and me, running
away with it.

"Ellie," Mom called out sharply.

I froze. Lizzie didn't, though. She kept bumping back.

I glanced at Dad. His face was flushed and his nostrils dilated. On
impulse, I restarted my hips pumping into Lizzie and pulling back far
enough each time for Dad to see my dick going in and out. Getting Dad to
watch was perverse, too, but in a different way. It was like, hey look,
Dad, at what I can do... with a girl. And if we got away with this in front
of him, we really could get away with anything.

Dad's eyes moved up my body and met my eyes for a long moment as I kept
pumping Lizzie. In that moment, I saw confusing emotions in Dad. His eyes
were excited like he wanted to jump in, too, but sad at the same time. I
was sad that I made him sad; but, maybe because I had sexed so much with
Ethan, maybe because we grew so close going through my parents divorce, I
liked the way he was watching me. Ellie broke the spell by tossing the
blanket back over Lizzie and me.

By then, Ethan had Anna under a blanket on the floor and they were taking
their clothes off. Ellie got another blanket and pulled Jon under it. Ben
got under it, too. Dad and Mom watched all that, and then Dad came farther
into the room with an obvious erection in his pants. He grabbed Margie's
hand, and they left. I heard his study door close, and I really, really
thought about going to spy on them. But we didn't; I was too far into
fucking with Lizzie.



We didn't try the same thing the next night. We had all fucked during the
day, and Ethan, Anna, and I thought it might be pushing it. Dad barely
spoke to me, but I didn't have the sense that he was mad.



The following Saturday, Margie took all the kids to her mom's house. I
didn't want to go, so I stayed home. I was going to go to one of my
friend's houses, but when Dad asked me to help him plant two trees in the
back yard, I agreed to help. We borrowed a pickup from a neighbor, and I
went with him to the nursery to buy the trees, and then helped unload them
when we got home. We stripped off our shirts, and Dad got out the shovels.

Dad kept himself in shape, and he was only in his late thirties. He was a
nice looking guy. I was proud of how my dad looked, and I watched him while
we worked. We sweated and the sweat gleamed in the sun on his lean torso.

From time to time, we paused, and Dad laid his hand on my back or my
shoulders.  He seemed happy. His sweat smelled good.

When we finished, Dad had me fetch the hose to water in the trees. I
brought the hose with the water running, and I couldn't resist. I squirted
him.

With an indignant how, Dad grabbed for the hose. We wrestled and wound up
on the ground with me lying under him and the hose squirting between our
bellies. We struggled, and Dad grew hard. I felt it and pressed my pelvis
up against him, on purpose.

Dad pulled the hose from between us, and suddenly, his mouth covered mine,
hungrily.  His hands held the side of my face and he kissed me hard.

But abruptly, he stopped. He pushed himself up on his hands. His head was
down and his eyes were closed as if in pain.

"Don't stop, Dad," I told him quietly. "Don't stop."

His eyes opened, and he smiled at me sadly. His eyes traveled over my face
and his smile softened.

"Your mom was beautiful when she was young," he said, brushing my hair
back. "You have her lips, her eyes, her nose." He stroked my hair. "When we
were going through all that shit, back when we had to leave the old house,
you and me... you were my anchor, David. I stayed sane because every night
when I came home, you were waiting for me."

He was holding himself up over me on one hand. Our erections pressed
between our pelvises. I closed my hand around his firm bicep.

"Do you remember," he asked, "two weeks ago, you offered to do with me what
you do with Ethan?"

I nodded.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about that," Dad said. He bit his
lip, studying my face. "Are you still willing?"

"Yeah," I said, returning his gaze, hopefully.

Dad didn't say anything. He didn't move. So I did. I wrapped my legs around
him.

When I did that, Dad lowered himself onto his elbows over me, nose to
nose. His belly on my belly was firm. I wrapped my arms behind his back. He
had a hard back.

"I've never had sex with a boy," he murmured doubtfully.

I took his face in my hands and pulled my Dad's mouth down to mine. He let
me. He kissed me, stiffly at first. But I opened my mouth to him, and the
kiss warmed. It grew hot.

He broke for a breath. "We probably won't ever do this again," he warned
me.

I pulled his mouth back down to mine. I ran my hands admiringly over his
shoulders. He wasn't like an athlete or anything, but he had strong, boney
shoulders.

Dad picked me up and carried me to the porch where we had a couple of
lounge chairs. He laid one flat and laid me down on it. He pulled away my
shorts, and then he just stood at my feet, looking down at me. His eyes
drifted up my body to my eyes. "I can understand why men in some cultures
prefer boys," he said. "Fourteen is a beautiful age."

He kicked out of his shoes and dropped his shorts. He wore briefs. They
were wet and the thick tube of his erection angled off to the side. Damn,
he looked hot!

Dad pushed his briefs down and stepped out of them and out of the shorts
which were around his ankles. His dick looked huge compared to mine and
Ethan's. It sprang out rigid and thick... turgid is the word, I believe.

Dad knelt beside the lounge chair and ran his hand over my belly. He looked
my body over, then shook his head. "I can't do it," he said, getting up and
sitting at the foot of the chair. His thick dick pointed up from his lap.

I got up and straddled his lap, facing him so that my dick pointed up with
his. I wrapped my hand around the two of them. Dad had a light scattering
of hair on his chest. His nipples were small and pointed. His skin was tan
and warm.

Dad smiled. "That's how the Greeks used to do things," he said. "The boy
would sit in his older lover's lap, like you are sitting in mine, only he
would sit with his lover's erection up his... his bottom."

"Your dick is sorta big," I murmured. "We need to make it slick."

Dad swallowed. "Greek boys used to carry small vials of oil around their
necks."

I didn't want to inside for oil or anything else. "Ethan and I have used
spit," I told him. "We can try it."

Before he could say anything, I scooted back, dropping to my knees on the
floor. I pushed his legs apart and bent over between them. The water from
the hose had mixed with sweat from that morning. The smell between Dad's
legs was clean but rich. I pointed his dick at me, and the long shaft had a
slightly flattened shape like the body of a snake. He was uncircumcised
like me. I skinned his dick back, and his glans were wet.

My mouth opened on its own. I covered the end of his dick with my mouth and
closed my eyes in satisfaction. His precum wasn't bitter; just a little
salty. His dickhead was as big as the end of a small ice cream cone.

His scent and taste were slightly acrid and it made my mouth water. I let
my saliva run down his shaft. Even so, and even after all the times I'd had
Ethan's dick up my butt, I wasn't sure Dad's would fit.

Dad moaned and straightened his legs past my sides, scooting his butt
forward. I lifted my head long enough to spit in my hand and rub the spit
in my butt while I slobbered his dick some more. Then, with my drool
coating his crown and shaft, I climbed onto the lounge chair. I knelt
astride his lap, my dick pressed up against his chest. Reaching under my
butt, I grabbed the base of his dick. I sat down onto it, working his
large, blunt glans into my crack. I felt the wet at my hole, and tried to
sit. When the crown popped in, I gasped and froze.

It was like fire. I clutched his shoulders and waited. The fire started to
subside. I sat lower, slowly. A full feeling traveled up my butt. I made it
all the way down, and then just sat there, clutching his shoulders while my
breath came ragged and my mouth hung open.

It started to feel better. I straightened my legs behind Dad's butt,
lowering my butt into his lap as low as I could. I wrapped my arms around
his neck and pressed the side of my face against Dad's. He always smelled
so good. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close to him; bare
stomachs and chests.

My dick lay up his belly, mostly hard. I rocked my hips forward and back,
and my dick rubbed up his skin. Dad's breath caught at my movements, and he
grabbed me by the sides of my waist.

I rocked my hips. I rubbed my dick on his belly, and that moved his dick
inside me.

Dad moaned softly. He kissed the inside of my neck. He held the sides of my
waist as I rocked in his lap. "No wonder," he whispered, "men go gay over
boys."

When I began to rock more forcefully, Dad grabbed me up by the butt and
rolled me onto my back on the lounge chair, rolling with me, keeping his
dick planted up my butt. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He settled on
top of me, and I wrapped my arms over the backs of his lean shoulders.

His hips pumped forcefully, and the smooth skin of his firm belly pressed
the underside of my cock. His hips moved between my thighs, and I clung
tightly his bigger, stronger body.

It was different from when Ethan's lean weight was on top of me. With
Ethan, we fucked each other in like a partnership. With Dad, he was in
charge, and his body and movements gave me unexpected pleasure. I came
before he did, squirting sperm between our bellies, my sphincter clutching
at the large intruder up my butt. I thought I'd pass out.

Dad came with desperate grunting noises, and his juices made me slippery
inside. His hips stopped. He lifted his head and kissed my lips gently, and
then smiled sadly down at me.

"Have I ruined you for life?" he asked softly.

I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him.

As he got off me, I began to feel odd about it. I mean, I felt okay about
it. I certainly liked it. But as we sat for a moment, side by side on the
edge of the lounge chair, things between me and Dad were different;
instantly different.

It was as if he sensed my uncertainty. He wrapped his arm behind my
shoulders, and I laid my head over onto his shoulder. He laid his cheek on
the top of my head and I wrapped an arm behind his back. We sat there until
I knew things were still okay between us; things were okay.



That night, I lay on my stomach for Ethan, and when he was done, I asked
him to stay on top of me, and inside me. I wanted him there, covering me
with his familiar body and warmth, and with the comfortable smell of his
breath on the side of my face. No matter what happened during the day or
how uncertain my life might seem, it was always right with Ethan at night.



Jason's family belonged to a local country club with a large pool. Ethan
had gone swimming there with him. It wasn't long after Margie and Dad found
out all the things we were up to that our family joined the same country
club. I guessed at the time that Dad and Margie wanted to get us out of the
house and over to the pool so we'd do something besides have sex together
all day. Actually, it wasn't a bad idea. Kids love swimming pools.

The first time we went, Mom and Dad took us. We sorta hung together because
we didn't know anybody. And, too, when we were out as a family, we tended
to hang together anyway. It's surprising how negatively people sometimes
react to large families. We didn't stay very long.

But us kids went on our own the next day. We walked to the country club.

Part of the way was down an alley which the twins delightedly explored,
bouncing from one side of the alley to the other like identical ping pong
balls. Because Lizzie walked holding Ethan's hand, Ellie felt like she
should hold mine. However, once we got to the pool, Ellie and Anna
split. They found a couple of their friends there. Jason was there as well,
and he and Ethan headed for the deep end. That left me to watch Ben, Jon,
and Lizzie. I wasn't particularly happy about it. But I wasn't necessarily
unhappy.

I didn't really have a lot of friends. I got weirded out when Mom and Dad
were going through their breakup and divorce, and I didn't really want
friends. I became sort of a quiet guy. I guess divorces affect guys in
different ways.

The twins and Lizzie were happy enough to have me around. I was great to
climb up on in a swimming pool. Even a couple of little kids I didn't know
climbed onto me. But even a fourteen-year-old can get tired, and I left my
youngest siblings on the steps at the shallow end, close to the kiddy pool
and under the watchful eyes of the life guards.

I found Ethan and Jason leaning back against the side of the pool. I joined
them, leaning back against the pool wall beside Ethan. It took all of one
minute to realize what they were up to. They were "boy watching",
particularly three older teen boys who were diving acrobatically off the
one meter board.

"Jason likes Michael; I like Taylor," Ethan told me.

"Which one's Michael? Which one's Taylor?" I asked. I was always really
dumb about any kids older than my class. I figured Ethan knew them because
Jason had told him their names.

"Taylor's the tall one with the black hair," Ethan said. "Michael's the
blond one."

"With the great butt," Jason added.

I looked around in case anyone could overhear. Them talking about boy's
butts was embarrassing.

"Oh, good one," Ethan said approvingly when the third guy did a one and a
half.

"I should have brought my goggles," Jason said. "Sometimes their swimsuits
slip down when they dive." He grinned at me.

"Jason's done that on purpose," Ethan told me. "He untied his drawstring
and let his suit come off because a guy he likes was watching."

"Oh, look!" Jason said. "Donnie is getting up." He was looking in the
direction of a life guard who had climbed down from his stand. The guy was
muscular. "He's my real favorite," Jason said dreamily.

I grabbed Ethan's hand and pulled him to one side. "This isn't cool, dude,"
I told him. "I mean, it's just not right. Dude, look at all the girls
around here! Why aren't you scoping them out?"

"I look at girls, too," Ethan said defensively. "But why not look at guys?"

"Because," I said uncomfortably, "it's... it's really gay!"

Ethan frowned at me. "And like you and me aren't ever gay."

"That's different," I protested.

"It's still gay."

I frowned unhappily. "Don't talk like that."

"Why not?"

"Because we're not gay. We're like, bi."

Ethan shrugged and turned back for Jason. "Whatever!" he murmured.

I wasn't happy. He and I weren't gay. It was different than gay, I told
myself. I loved Ethan... he was my brother.

Unhappily, I drifted back to the steps at the shallow end. I didn't want to
be around Jason and Ethan if they were going to be mooning over boys;
especially if they could be overheard.

Lizzie had found a little girl her age to play with, but the twins were all
to happy to crawl all over me again. I let them, and I looked at girls;
there were a lot of girls... in bikini bottoms that swayed intoxicatingly,
with young breasts that filled bikini tops, and with red lips that
occasionally smiled in my direction. On some of the younger ones, I could
see their slits and pussy lips through the fabric of their swimsuits.

I looked at the younger girls as much or more than older girls. After all,
I had been having sex with younger girls.

Jon and Ben gave up on jumping on me began chasing each other around in
slow motion because of the water. Lizzie and her friend came to play beside
me.

Suddenly, three boys burst from the men's changing room. Two were younger
than me. The oldest appeared to be my age or Ethan's; fourteen or
thirteen. He had dark blond hair with golden highlights, and his pleasant
face had fine, even features. Those caught my attention, but not as much as
his body did. He had an extremely slim waist, a small rounded butt, angular
shoulders, long legs and arms, golden skin, and well-filled swim briefs. In
fact, it was the front of his swim briefs that grabbed my attention most
firmly, almost hypnotically. I couldn't take my eyes off him.

I realized that he was walking toward my end of the pool, but every time I
looked away, I found my eyes drawn back to the front of his Speedos. They
were black Speedos, and because he had showered, they glistened. Because
they glistened, I could see the tube shape of a flaccid dick lying to one
side, over a full-looking pair of balls.

The other two boys liked like they could be his younger brothers. They had
jumped into the water, but he continued on around to the steps at the
shallow end, where I sat. He smiled at me, and surprisingly, took a seat
near me.

"Hi!" he said.

"Hi!" I answered

"I'm Tom," he said, offering his hand.

"David," I told him.

"You new here?" he asked.

"Yeah, my parents just joined."

He nodded like, yeah, thought so. "I'm here with my mom for the summer," he
said. "My parents are divorced and I live with my dad the rest of the
time."

"My parents are divorced," I told him. "I live with my dad, but he got
married a few months ago. I got a stepmom. And those twins are my
stepbrothers. And that's my stepsister," I said, pointing to Lizzie. "And
that's my stepsister," pointing at Ellie, "and that's my stepsister,"
pointing at Anna, "and that's my stepbrother," I said, pointing to Ethan.

"The one with red hair? They all have red hair?"

"Yep."

"Cool," Tom said. He pointed at the two boys who came with him, and who
were now splashing one another. "My cousins," he said. "They're here for
two weeks."

He glanced around the pool. "Do you know many guys here?"

I shook my head. "No."

"We oughta get up a game, like Marco Polo or something. We can get your
brother and his friend to play, and my cousins."

I glanced at Jason and Ethan. Would they embarrass me? I liked Tom.

"Or we could play volleyball," Tom suggested. "They've got volleyball net
over there."

He had a great smile. His hair was thick. He was tan, and there were fine
blond hairs on his temples and along the top edges of his eyebrows. When we
stood to go over to Ethan and Jason, Tom glanced over my body the way one
boy does another.

My baggies tended to ride low when they were wet, and the waistband barely
cleared my pubes. Tom's eyes dropped there, and to my creases. As far back
as I can remember, I always had clear inguinal creases; those lines of
muscle that form a V down to your pubes. Ethan liked them. Girls always
seemed to like them. And Tom seemed to like them. His eyes lingered there
for a moment, the way mine lingered for a moment on the front of his
Speedos.



The twins wanted in on Marco Polo, and I wound up playing with Jon hanging
from my back. Ben hung from Ethan's back, then Jason's, then Tom's. Ellie
was the only girl to play. She played volleyball with us as well. The twins
wanted to play, too, of course. We talked them and Ellie up so they'd feel
like they were playing well. Actually, the twins were surprisingly
coordinated for five-year-olds; they usually managed to hit the ball, just
in the wrong direction. The three off them mostly got in the way, but it
wasn't a very competitive game anyway; and it was fun for me to have cool
younger siblings.

I wasn't happy, though, at the way Jason kept looking at Tom and his
cousins. It was embarrassing, but Tom didn't seem to notice, and
gratefully, Ethan didn't do like Jason.

The seven of us kids were all in a mellow mood as we headed home from the
pool for supper. The twins led the way, followed by Ethan and me. The girls
walked behind us, talking about boys at the pool.

When we headed into an alley where no one would see us, Ethan took my
hand. "You were lookin'," he said quietly. "You were looking at boys just
as much as Jason and me. You kept lookin' at Tom, a lot."

I shrugged. "Some," I acknowledged.

"A lot," Jason said.

We walked silently, holding hands, as the twins explored the alley ahead of
us.

Ethan let go of my hand and slipped his arm behind my waist. I laid my arm
across the backs of his shoulders, and we walked that way, hip-to-hip.

"I bet he's gay," Ethan said.

"Tom?"

"Yeah. He kept looking at you, especially when you weren't watching. He
kept lookin' at your butt and your crotch."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah."

I shrugged. "Maybe he's like us... you know, sorta bi."

Ethan shrugged. "He likes you."

I liked the idea, but gave Ethan's shoulders a hug. "You're my bro," I told
him.

He smiled slightly, and gave the side of my waist a squeeze.

Ellie ran ahead of us to get a look at a puppy in a back yard.

"You don't like Jason, do you?" Ethan asked.

"I don't like it when he acts gay."

Ethan glanced at me. "I'm not sure I like Tom," he said.

I glanced at him and he was staring right at me, defiantly.

"Because I don't like Jason?"

He shook his head. "No."

Ethan was jealous. Somehow I knew, and that made my dick grow hard for some
reason. "You're giving me a hardon," I told him.

He smiled. "Seriously?" He reached across with his free hand and laid his
palm over my crotch. His grin widened and he leaned close to my ear. "Me,
too."





Mom and Dad took us out for supper that evening and we got back late.

"Jon and me wanna sleepover... with David and Ethan," Ben announced as the
family came back into the house.

I frowned and glanced at Ethan. We never let anyone sleep with us, but we'd
been with the twins all afternoon, and they were fun little
brothers. They'd had fun, too, and I think they felt like we had all been
great buddies.

"Please," Jon said, grabbing Mom's hand. "We never slept over with
anybody."

Ethan glanced at me and I could tell he'd been horny for tonight like I
had.

"That's up to your brothers," Mom said.

Dad looked at me suspiciously, like I wanted to sex with the twins. The
twins looked at Ethan and me, pleadingly.

Ethan shrugged like, yeah, I guess, and the twins hooted happily.

Mom smiled. "Why don't you take some sodas up to your room? You can play
board games and watch TV up there. Make it a sleepover."

Ben, with Jon on his heels, hollered and ran for the stairs.

"I get to, too," Ellie announced and started to follow them.

"Ellie," Mom called. "It's just the boys."

Ellie pouted. Surprisingly, she even looked like she might cry.

"Sometime, we'll invite the girls," I told her.

"Tomorrow night," she said.

"We'll see," Mom told her, but I don't think Ellie heard. Ellie was already
making plans.

Ethan and I grabbed sodas and went up to our room. The twins bounced up off
the floor to grab their sodas, and Ben closed and locked the door. "Let's
get naked!" he yelled.

"Yea!" Jon cried out. The two of them began pulling their clothes off.

Ethan and I undressed as well. Both our dicks grew heavier as we looked at
one another's body and wished we could fuck. The twins noticed, and as
Ethan and I took seats next to one another on the floor to watch TV, the
twins' eyes were on our cocks. Jon dropped to his knees next to me and
reached into my lap to lift my dick. He pulled my foreskin back. The twins
had been fascinated by my foreskin before. My dick really started to
thicken with him holding it.

Not to be left out, Ben dropped to his knees on the other side of
Ethan. Ben already had a stiffy of his own, and he reached into Ethan's
lap.

The twins flopped our dicks around as Ethan and I grew hard.

"You guys know how to jack off?" Ethan asked.

"What's that?" Ben asked.

I know it sounds funny that the twins wouldn't know about masturbation
after having had sex with their sisters and sucking each other's
stiffy. They'd certainly stroked and seen us stroking as we got ready for
sex or changed positions, but I don't think we ever called it anything.

"It's when you play with your stiffy or another guy's stiffy," Ethan told
him.

"It's called masturbation," I said.

"Watch," Ethan told them. He replaced Ben's hand on his erection with his
own, and he stroked it up and down. "You do this until you come. You can
spit in your hand if you want to make it slick, or you can use lotion." He
pulled his hand away. "You do it, Ben."

Ben immediately grabbed Ethan's cock and tried to stroke it the way Ethan
had. Jon tried to do the same with mine. We made minor corrections to their
technique, and soon, they were doing pretty well. Ethan and I lay back
against the foot of his bed to enjoy it.

But then Ben pointed Ethan's cock over at Jon while he pumped, and he made
gushing noises with his mouth, as if squirting Ethan's cock at his twin
brother. Jon laughed and pointed my dick hard over at Ben, making gushing
noises back.

"Crap, Jon!" I murmured, twisting my hips with it. "It doesn't bend that
way."

My protest didn't slow either of the twins. They were having a gusher
fight, as if Ethan and I were squirting endless cum.

"Hey! Hey! I know," Ethan said. "We'll have a sperm fight. Here..." he
scooted around on his butt to face me.

I got the idea, and scooted to face him. Ethan put his legs over mine and
we scooted our crotches together so that our dicks and balls were against
each other.

"Okay," Ethan said. He leaned back on his elbows and patted his belly. "Sit
here, Ben, and jack me off to squirt David and Jon, and Jon can sit on
David and jack David off to squirt at us. First to squirt, wins."

Instantly, Ben was in Ethan's lap, grabbing Ethan's dick up between his
legs and rubbing Ethan's crown on my crown. I leaned back on my elbows and
Jon climbed onto my lap and grabbed my dick as if grabbing a saddle horn to
climb on a saddle. Both he and Ben had stiffies of their own by then, but
they started sword fighting with Ethan's boner and mine.

"Whoa, dudes!" Ethan said. "You're supposed to jack us off, not beat our
dicks together."

With a happy laugh, Ben aimed Ethan's dick at Jon's belly and started
stroking hard.

"Easy, Benjamin!" Ethan cried with a wince. "Not so hard."

Jon grabbed my dick in both hands -- his hands were smaller than mine. He
held my shaft in both hands and pumped it like he was shaking up a soda
bottle.

"Ayee!" I cried. "Not so hard!"

Seeing what Jon was doing, Ben grabbed Ethan's dick with both hands, too,
and started pumping the same way.

For a moment, the twins sat in our laps, pumping with both hands and aiming
our dicks at each other, expectantly. When Ethan and I didn't shoot right
away, Ben pulled Ethan's erection up hard between his legs and rubbed the
underside of his own stiffy on the top of Ethan's. Jon tried the same with
mine.

"Get lotion," Ethan told them. "We've got lotion in the bathroom."

Ben jumped up and dashed to the bathroom. He returned instantly with the
squirt bottle and straddled back on Ethan's lap.

"Get it all over our dicks," Ethan told them.

The twins pumped lotion and spread it liberally over Ethan's dick and mine,
and their own stiffies. They pulled our dicks up and rubbed their own on
them. They rubbed our dicks against each other. They stroked up and down
our dicks with both hands while rubbing their bottoms around in our laps.

I lay back. Ethan's legs were along my sides and his feet were pretty much
under my armpits. Laying on my back, I felt over his legs. He always had
great legs. Ethan lay back and felt mine. It was sort of a crazy sensation,
Ethan caressing my legs and feet, and me caressing his, while the twins
were like a double five-year-old storm on our laps, jacking us
enthusiastically.

As horny as we were, it didn't take much of that before I felt my balls
tightening up.

I sat up partway. "Do this," I told Jon, "and be ready for me to
squirt. Rub lotion around on my dickhead." I showed him.

He did it with one hand, aiming my dick at Ben with the other. Ben did the
same to with Ethan's dick.

Ethan started squirting first, but he was always more of a dribbler. Ben
howled when the come ran down onto his hands rather than squirt across at
Jon. Right then, I started firing, and Jon pointed it at Ben. I was always
a bit of a squirter, and my cum hit Ben in the belly and chest. Ben
howled. Jon aimed the next shot higher and hit Ben in the face. Ben really
howled them.

Somehow, Ethan and I managed to finish getting our rocks off while two
five-year-olds fought in our laps and spread cum on each other.

"Next time, I get David," Ben complained when we were done. "He squirts
better."



Jon slept in my bed with me that night and Ben slept with Ethan. I woke on
my side at one point to find Jon sleeping with his head against my chest
and his hand holding my cock. I didn't know if he had grabbed it in his
sleep, or had been playing with it and fell back asleep. Funny thing was,
it didn't seem strange at all. It was intimate, almost like he was holding
my hand in my sleep. It wasn't my hand, of course, and my dick started to
thicken. But I ignored it, wrapped my arm around his back and hugged him to
me, and fell back asleep.



I woke in the morning when Ethan got up to take a piss. He had morning
wood. I followed him in with wood of my own. I was too hard to piss, and
Ethan was standing like, right there, naked over the toilet. I came up
behind him and rubbed my dick up his butt crack.

"I do you next," he said. "We didn't get to do anything together last
night, and I'm still horny."

"Yeah," I agreed.

I dashed back into the room for the lotion. Jon lifted his head,
sleepily. I grabbed up the bottle and made it back into the bathroom just
as Ethan was finishing his piss. I quickly used the lotion to lube my
dick. I rubbed lotion into Ethan's crack and the fleshy globes of his white
butt spread for my hand. Then I got behind him, and with him leaning onto
his hands on the wall behind the toilet, I eased my slick dick up his butt.

It always felt so good; that first slide in when Ethan's tight ring
smoothed back my skin.

With his butt flat in my lap, I grabbed his hips and ground in, flattening
his butt even more. I wrapped my arms under his belly and chest and hugged
him. I mouthed behind his neck, comfortably. There wasn't anything like
hugging on to the back of Ethan, his butt snug in my lap. Ethan murmured
quietly.

I had begun thrusting contentedly when Jon ran in and started pissing into
the toilet. It was only after his piss stream was going that he noticed
Ethan's boner and looked up at us. His mouth dropped.

"Are you fucking Ethan?" he asked me quietly.

"Um-hmm," I told him.

A moment later, Ben came into the bathroom. He looked us over and then came
up alongside Jon to piss into the toilet just as Jon was finishing.

"Are you rubbing your dick on Ethan's butt?" Ben asked, peering hard at
where my loins flattened Ethan's bottom.

"No. My dick is inside him," I said.

"It's up my butt," Ethan told him.

"Oh," Ben said, his eyes going wider.

The twins finished pissing and stepped close on either side to try to see
between my lap and Ethan's bottom. I pulled out so they could see that my
dick actually was inside Ethan. They squatted down, looking up. Then looked
from behind. They leaned so close from the sides I could have squeezed
their noses against Ethan's butt by slamming my hips forward.

But then, I forgot about them, and hugging Ethan, I pumped until I came;
moaning and hugging his belly tightly, jamming my cock up as far as I could
to squirt.

For a moment, we stayed joined as I caught my breath. The twins watched
closely as I pulled out, and then as Ethan and I traded positions. Ethan
lubed up and eased in.

I needed to piss bad enough by then, that I started dribbling into the
toilet. It's almost impossible for me to piss with a dick up my butt,
though, it took awhile and piss splashed all around in the toilet. Ben and
Jon laughed as it tried to get it in.

They watched with interest as Ethan slid his cock out from inside me. A
hard stiffy arched up from between each of their legs.

"You guys wanna try it on each other?" Ethan asked. "You can do it doggy
style."

"What's doggie style?" Ben asked.

"Get down on your hands and knees, and we'll show you," Ethan told him.

Ben got down and we knelt Jon behind him. When Ethan rubbed lotion on Jon's
stiffy, his little body shook. I lotioned Ben's bottom, and with a lubed
finger, I helped him relax and open, and then we plugged Jon in.

It was funny at first. At thirteen and fourteen, watching two
five-year-olds cornhole can be hilarious. But then it grew oddly
stimulating to watch. A five-year-old's body can be proportionally similar
to a youth, and Jon and Ben seemed to like what they were doing. They
traded out, and traded back.

It was stimulating to watch, but I was also getting hungry. "Let's go down
for breakfast," I told Ethan.

"Aw!" Ben protested. He was the fucker at the moment.

"Let's masturbate 'em," Ethan suggested. "Let's bring 'em off, and then we
can all go down."

So that's what we did. We set the twins side by side on the bathroom floor,
and using lotion, thumb, and fingers, we brought both of them to dry
orgasms. Jon was hugging onto my arm when he came, and when he was done, he
looked up at me with glazed happy eyes; and I had to smile.



Oh, and Ellie did sleep with us the following night; she, Ethan, and me,
all on my bed. It was the first time I had my butt fucked while fucking a
girl. The funny thing with Ellie was that Jason and I sexed more together
when we were with her than we did with the other girls. There were times
when Ellie was almost more of a brother, in spirit.

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