Date: Fri, 31 Dec 2004 16:03:15 -0600
From: H. Rick Cantwell <zestful@myexcel.com>
Subject: Rascal Part 11

Rascal Part Eleven
Incest and Circumstances

(M/M, M/F, Oral, Anal, Incest, Bisexual)
	This is a continuing story.

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Rascal Part Eleven
Incest and Circumstances

	When I first opened my eyes Saturday morning following the
"Rascal" sleepover, I was a little confused. I wasn't accustomed
to waking up with three tiny faces staring intently at my woody.
	Tyler whispered, "Look, they're moving again."
	I felt one of my balls rise as the other descended.  I closed my
eyes before they realized I was awake and then flexed my cock to make
it bounce.
	"I can do that," Ryan said softly.
	"Me, too," Tyler said.
	"How long have you been getting stiffies, Tyler?" his sister,
Taylor, asked quietly.
	"About six months."
	"How come you didn't tell me?  You tell me everything."
	"Well, the guys at school who get 'em get all embarrassed and
everything."
	"Not me," Ryan said.
	"Besides, it was real little at first."
	"Well, it ain't now," Taylor said.  "I guess I'll have to stop
calling you 'little brother.'"
	I opened my eyes just enough to see Tyler grin proudly.
	"They're moving again," Tyler said.
	"See, I told you it was natural," Ryan said.  "My dad's, your
dad's and, now, Uncle Dickey's all move by themselves."
	"And YOUR dad wasn't even hard," Tyler said.
	Apparently, they had been awake for a while and been studying
our equipment for quite some time.
	"So," Taylor said, "do you REALLY wake him up with a blowjob when
you stay at his place?"
	"Yep," Ryan said.
	"Would he wake up now if you did it?"
	"Oh yeah," Ryan said, confidently.
	Through slitted eyelids, I saw both Ryan and Tyler had erections.
	"How long does it take, once you start, before he wakes up?"
Taylor asked.
	"Anywhere from a minute to two ... or three.  Sometimes, if he's
dreaming, he takes longer"
	"Do you think I could do it?" Taylor asked.
	"Have you ever sucked a dick before?" Ryan asked.
	"No, but it looks easy enough."
	"When did you ever see a guy getting his cock sucked?" Tyler
asked in an accusatory tone.
	"Last night when ... uh ... Dick was eating me out."
	"You saw Daddy suckin' me?" Tyler asked astonished.
	"If Jason was doing you," Ryan said, looking at Tyler before
looking at Taylor, "and Dickey was doing you, then Daddy must have been
suckin' me!  Damn!  I'd have loved to WATCH him but I played by the
rules and kept my eyes closed.  That means you two reneged, so you have
to pay a forfeit."
	I flexed my cock to remind them I was suffering from a need to
pee--or cum.  It didn't matter to me which one, so long as I got relief
SOON.
	Seeing my cock jump, Ryan said, "I'll tell you what.  Try
sucking me, and I'll tell you if you're doing it right.  If so, then
you can suck Uncle Dickey."
	Obvious from the look on his face, Tyler didn't want to be left
out, no matter how bizarre things got, so he pouted.  "What about me?"
Then he used his thumb and forefinger to pull his hard-on down and let
it snap back against his belly.
	"I'll suck you if Taylor ends up sucking me okay.  Okay?"
	"No, I mean who do I get to suck?" Tyler said, snapping his dick
again playfully like he'd found a new toy.
	"Well, you can suck me while I'm sucking you," Ryan said.
	"I want to suck a grownup," Tyler whined.
	With all the chatter, I was just about to lose my hard-on so I
moved my knee sideways along the mattress to make room for a
cocksucker.  I figured Lyle and Jason, if they were awake, were
feigning sleep and listening, too.
	"Your dad's hard," Ryan said.
	"So's yours," Tyler said.
	"Wanna swap?" Ryan asked.
	"Sure," Tyler said like the boys were merely exchanging toy
trucks.
	"Stand up," Taylor said, "let me try sucking you."
	Ryan laid on his back, instead.  "Gotta do it from this position
'cuz that's how Uncle Dickey's layin'.  Gently lift it up with one
finger so you can suck it."  Once she had it in her mouth, Ryan said,
"Don't try to take to much or you'll gag.  That'll wake him up for
sure."
	Taylor sucked, for all appearances, like she had been born doing
it.
	"You sure you've never sucked a cock before?" Ryan asked.
	"Uh huh," Taylor said around Ryan's fat cock.
	"Whoa!" Ryan said, "You've got the whole thing down.  Shit!  With
a little practice, you could deep throat Uncle Dickey."
	I almost said, "I don't care WHO sucks me so long as someone
starts!"--but I didn't.  Then I felt a finger lift my hard-on from my
belly and a warm moist mouth wrap around my cock.  Even without
looking, I knew it was Taylor because she tried to take too much too
soon.  She gagged slightly and backed off.  I just knew in my mind that
she was looking up at my face to see if I woke up.  I let her think I
was still asleep.
	When Tyler started sucking Ryan, I heard some slurping and
gagging noises.
	"Easy there, stud.  Take it easy.  Get used to it a little at a
time.  Let it become your friend."
	The gagging stopped and soft sucking sounds alternated between
Taylor on MY cock and Tyler on Ryan's.
	"Do it like this," Ryan said.
	Then, after he twisted into a 69 with Tyler, I heard his sucking
sounds added to theirs.   Listening to the sensual sounds coming from
the boys caused my nuts to boil.  As far as I'm concerned, there's no
mistaking the sounds two boys make when they're enjoying sex.  But
since Taylor didn't use her tongue very much, I was in no fear of
cumming too early.
	"Yeah!  Now you got it," Ryan said.  Then I felt the mattress
jiggle as Ryan and Tyler moved off.
	Through slitted eyelids, I saw Taylor was face down in my crotch
and not looking at me.  I watched as Ryan and Tyler climbed on the
other mattress where Lyle and Jason were lying--cocks rampant.  I
turned my face toward the boys and saw two beautiful full moons as
they bent over to suck--from the sideways position--the men lying in
repose.
	Shortly after the boys started sucking, I saw Lyle open his
eyes, look over at me and wink.  Jason, who was between Lyle and me
raised both arms behind his head, gently cradled it in both hands,
and looked directly at Tyler as he was sucking Lyle.
	"You're doin' fine, lad," Lyle said gently cupping Tyler's head
in both hands.  "Just a little less teeth."
	"Mmumph," Tyler acknowledged.
	Taylor looked at me and, when she saw I was awake, she smiled.
	"So, whaddya think?  Something you'd like to do again, sometime?"
I asked.
	"Mmm humm," she said without releasing my cock.
	"There's more to it than just sucking," I said.  "When a guy's
ready to cum, you have to decide if you're gonna swallow his load or
jack him off till he climaxes."  I was saying this more for Tyler's
benefit than Taylor's because I was pretty sure he hadn't thought it
all the way through.
	Tyler started gagging as he tried to deep-throat Lyle's nine-
incher.
	"Why don't you try deep-throating your dad," Ryan said.  "Then,
you can work up to the really big ones."
	Lyle patted Tyler's head appreciatively and said, "The boy makes
a good point."
	"Come over here," Ryan said.  Then, he gently spread Jason's legs
apart so Tyler could crawl between them.
	"Your dad's got a slight downward curve.  You can take him deeper
from between his legs.  Dad's curves to the right a little, so when you
do him again, get on his right side.  Okay?"
	"K."
	By that remark, I realized Ryan was already instilling confidence
in Tyler, without making it obvious, by saying "WHEN you do".  I've
always been amazed at how someone as young as Ryan can learn such
skillful positive reinforcement techniques.
	Within three downward passes, Tyler was taking his dad's full
seven inches.  After a couple more moves, he was staying down for a
three-count.
	"Oh, god," Jason moaned, "that's incredible, son.  You're doing a
GREAT job."
	"Hmmm."
	"Oh Jesus, Tyler, if you keep humming like that, I'll cum."
	Naturally, Tyler began to hum each time he went down for the
three-count.
	"That's called a hummer," Ryan said, "and from the looks of your
dad's balls, you're doing a good job.  They're right up tight to his
cock root.  His stomach is doing crunches ... he's pretty close.  I bet
you're gonna swallow his blow, huh, Tyler?"
	Ryan's play-by-play was having its effect on me, as much as
anything Taylor was doing and I said, "Taylor, I'm getting close, so if
you ..."
	Her response was to start humming.  Of course, she wasn't deep-
throating me so it didn't have the same effect as Tyler was having on
Jason.  But she was taking about three-quarters of my cock--that was
over eight inches--so she was giving good head, nonetheless.  Then I
felt Taylor's fingertips checking where my balls were.  They were so
tightly packed in my scrotum, it felt like they were being swallowed
up by my asshole.
	Using darting eye movements, I silently relayed to Ryan his need
to start working on his dad's cock.  Lyle was gently stroking his cock
during all this, so when Ryan sucked him, Lyle lifted his ass off the
mattress from the sheer pleasure of it all.
	The grunts, groans, slurping, sucking and humming all sounded
like a finely orchestrated symphony to me as my nuts started squeezing
the cum up through my tube.
	"Here it cums, Taylor.  Last warn ... ngh ... ngh ... Oh, shit!"
I came big time.
	Just as I finished cumming, I looked over at Lyle.  From Ryan's
swallowing motions and Lyle's high-pitched squeal, I knew he was
unloading HIS morning nutt, too.
	Then, Jason yelled, "Ahhaargh!"  His hips made little jerking
motions as his cum flooded his son's mouth.
	Some cum, but not much, leaked out of Tyler's mouth.  After he
swallowed as much as he could, he sat back on his heels, taking deep
breaths.  He swiped his hand over his mouth and tears glistened in his
eyes.
	"You okay, son?" Jason asked with real concern after seeing the
tears.
	Tyler fell forward onto his dad's chest and belly, causing Jason
to grunt from the sudden and unexpected weight.
	"That was awesome, Dad.  I just never knew it could be so ...
exciting.  Not just doin' it but all the things going on in my head ...
wow!"
	"Yeah," Taylor said, wagging my cock, "I know it was great
sucking this honker but to deep-throat Dad would be even more
special."
	"You gotta try it!" Tyler said.
	"I wanna try more than that," Taylor said in a lustful tone.
	Rolling Tyler off his chest, Jason sat up as best he could.
With the mattresses on the floor, there was nowhere to dangle his legs.
	"How long have you kids been up?"  Then just as quickly,
remembering Ryan's smart responses, he said, "I mean, awake?"
	"About an hour, maybe longer. Why?" Ryan asked.
	"Come here, little girl child," Jason said.
	When she got close, he put his hands on her waist and sniffed
near her pussy.  Then he stuck his tongue out and lapped at it,
eventually licking inside it as well.
	Taylor's head snapped back at the first contact from the sudden
delirious sensations coursing through her body.
	Jason let go and laid back on the mattress.  "No cum and no talc
taste."
	I smiled at him knowingly.
	"What are you grinning about?"
	"I think you're checking the wrong hole," I said.
	"Besides," Ryan said, "I would make her first fuck a memorable
experience--not some throw away moment."
	"He's already told me to stay virgin for someone special," Taylor
said.
	"Good." Jason said, "'cuz there's a lot we haven't talked about
yet."
	"You don't have to worry, Jason," Ryan said reassuringly.  Then
with an impish grin he added, "She's got another virgin hole we haven't
explored yet."
	"Ryan," I said, "that's not nice."
	"Sure it is.  Haven't you seen it?  It's sweet.  I was suckin' on
it last night in the pool while we were waitin' for you and young horny
toad, here, to come out." Ryan said, thrusting his thumb at Tyler.
	Tyler smiled proudly at being called a horny toad.
	"I even got a taste of her pussy.  I have to admit, I thought it
would be kinda gross but it wasn't bad at all."
	"I thought sucking cock would be gross, too," Taylor said, "but
it's not so bad.  I was surprised with how much cum you guys produce,
but otherwise ..."
	"Not everyone cums as much as Uncle Dickey," Ryan said.
	"Some of us don't cum at all," Tyler said so quietly that I was
probably the only one who heard him.
	"And, of course, each one has a different flavor," Ryan added.
	"Really?" Tyler said amazed.
	"Yeah, it has to do with what the guy eats, I think.  I know when
... uh ... this other guy I know eats asparagus or broccoli, his spunk
is a little rank."
	"We'll have to talk about a lot of things before we go any
further," I said.  "There's some physical and psychological aspects I'm
sure you kids haven't thought about."
	"I'm hungry," Ryan said.  "Can we eat?"
	"Sure," Lyle said.
	"Great!"  Then, Ryan started sucking his dad's cock again.
	As Lyle pushed his son's head off his cock, he said, "Breakfast
... but only after you brush your teeth, dick breath."
	"Awh, do we have to?  It'll wash away the sperm taste."
	"There's more where that came from," I said.  "Get your ass in
the bathroom."
	Six of us jockeyed for the two sinks.  With the wall of mirrors,
it was fairly easy to brush but with all that adult and youth flesh
being reflected back at me by the mirrors, it was tough to concentrate
on dental hygiene.
	As soon as Ryan finished spitting, he said, "Tyler, stand on the
rim of the tub."
	Tyler did and Ryan immediately started sucking Tyler's cock.  It
surprised Tyler and he had to steady himself by gripping the glass door
on one side and the wall on the other.
	"Don't take too long," Lyle said.  "I'm gonna start breakfast."
	As I followed Lyle out, I slapped Ryan's ass cheek and said,
"Listen to your dad."
	To my surprise, Taylor stayed behind.  When the three of them
walked in, they all had big grins.  Because they weren't upstairs long
enough to go in rotation, I'm guessing Taylor stayed behind to suck
Ryan's big honker while Ryan sucked her brother.  All Ryan got was
dick breath because Tyler was still waiting for the main event to happen
but Taylor might have ended up with cum-breath.  I didn't check.  Of
course, if I knew Ryan, he would have asked her to share his load with
him--and even her brother, one way or another.
	"The bacon smells good," Taylor said.
	"Can we have pancakes, too?  They taste so much better when
they're done in bacon grease."
	"You don't want eggs?" Lyle asked.
	"Yeah, I do!  But I want pancakes, too.  I know how to fix
pancakes," Ryan said.  "I can fix 'em."
	"I can fry eggs," Taylor said.  "I can help."
	"I know how to make toast if anyone wants some," Tyler said, not
wanting to be left out.
	"Well," Lyle said, "I guess we three can just get out of the
way."
	"Yeah!" Ryan said, "let us fix breakfast.  After all, you guys
need to work on building up some more sperms.  You've got a full day
ahead of you."
	Lyle and I rolled our eyes as Jason shook his head in disbelief.
I stepped over to Jason and motioned for Lyle to join us.  Then I
leaned my butt cheeks against the edge of the countertop, grabbed a
cock in each hand and started a lazy stroking motion.
	Jason grabbed my cock before Lyle got to it so Lyle gently
jiggled my balls.
	We watched the kids, who worked with amazing first-time
precision, as they grabbed bread, milk, eggs, and whatever they
needed.  While the fry pans were heating up, Ryan tried to balance a
wooden spatula on the head of his seemingly ever-present hard-on.  Just
as he got it to stay there by itself, Taylor playfully swatted Ryan on
the ass with the aluminum egg turner.  A little later, when she least
expected it, Ryan paddled her ass three quick taps with his wooden
spatula.
	"Who wants toast?" Tyler asked, untwisting the bread bag tie
strip.
	"I do," Taylor and Ryan said simultaneously.
	"You can't have toast AND pancakes," Lyle said.
	"Why not?  I'm a growing boy," Ryan said, swaying his hips to
make his erection slap side-to-side.
	"Me too," Tyler said, gripping his cock.
	"Okay, but if your mother finds out I allowed two starches in the
same meal, it'll be MY ass!"
	"If she puts you in the dog house, you can come sleep with me,"
Ryan said.
	"I doubt either of you would get any sleep," I said.
	Breakfast went well, tasted good and the kids behaved at the
table.  Once again, Ryan laid tea towels on the seats of the dining
room chairs for sanitary purposes.  After Tyler rinsed dishes, Ryan
and Taylor took turns stacking them in the dishwasher.
	We played porno Scrabble for an hour--without acting out the
words, this time--before we all went swimming.  There was plenty of
grab-ass between the kids that overflowed to include the adults as well
as some grabbing of cocks, pussy, tits and balls.  In their own minds,
Taylor and Tyler became "toys" to play with--instead of sister and
brother--and they touched each other unashamedly.
	The intent of the weekend for the adults was to discover how the
kids felt about everything that was happening but we also wanted the
kids to have fun.  A little later, we all agreed it was time to lounge
by the pool. So, to my delight, Ryan started the delicate conversation
of discovery for us.
	"So, Taylor, is this weekend anything like you thought it would
be?"
	"Hell, no!  I thought I'd be totally left out while you two guys
played Nintendo or something.  I knew you were an only child, so I
figured you'd be a spoiled brat but you're not."
	"Well, I'm spoiled," Ryan said.  "I get just about anything I ask
for but I'm not a brat."
	"Most of the time," Lyle said.
	"Only when Daddy's around," Ryan said with a giggle.
	"I think it's awesome that you and your dad get along so great.
At our house ... well, it's like one of those battle zones you see on
the news.  Mom's always dragging us off to church.  We don't always want
to go but Dad can't do anything about it."
	"Well," Ryan said, "he's taking the first step this weekend.  If
you guys decide you like being here, then I'll bet he lets you come
over more often."
	"I hope so," Tyler said.  "I've learned more in the last 24 hours
about how real people live than I have in the last 14 years."
	"Not everybody lives like this," Ryan said.  "Daddy and I don't
walk around naked all the time because Mom's here and she gets
embarrassed easily.  And sex is, like, out of the question when she's
around.  Besides, Daddy and I just started doing 'it' a month or so
ago.  He didn't want to but I kinda forced him.  I'm like that.  I get
what I want, one way or another."
	"That's obvious!" Taylor said.
	"You see," Ryan said, "incest is considered to be like this
really bad thing ... and I guess in some cases it is, but not in all
cases.  The way I see it, if nobody get hurt ... or pregnant, I don't
see the harm in it.  Of course, it would have to be, uh ... I can't
think of the word."
	"Explain it to me," Lyle said.
	"Like you and me," Ryan said.  "Between the two of us, we agreed
it was okay."
	"Consensual or mutually agreed upon."
	"That's it.  ConSEXual," Ryan said with an impish smile.  "It
wouldn't be right if someone in your family FORCED you to have sex with
them but, hell, if you both WANT it, why not?"
	"But girls and boys shouldn't do it together," Taylor said,
"b'cuz she could get pregnant."
	"Not if you just use your mouth," Tyler said.  Then as if he
wasn't totally sure about his remark, he said weakly, "Right?"
	"Right!" Ryan said turning from Tyler to look at Taylor.  "That's
what I mean.  If you wanted to blow your dad or let him lick your
pussy, then it should be okay--or Tyler, even!"
	"Eweh!" Tyler said in mock horror after all the two siblings had
done in the pool--everything except screwing.
	"But there are a lot of people who are against incest," Taylor
said.
	"If you ask me," Ryan said, "half the people who say they're
against it would probably like to try it and the other half ... I don't
know ... uh, just don't like having sex, anyway."
	I smiled at his irrational reasoning but he said it convincingly
enough.
	"Think about it," Ryan said.  "After the Flood, Noah had a wife,
three sons and three daughters-in-law.  The way I see it, the children
of those three sons had to at least have had sex with their cousins.
And if the guys kept their wives pregnant all the time, I'll just bet
they were fooling around with each other, too.  I think the guy who
wrote that part of the Bible left a lot of the good stuff out 'cuz,
otherwise, he wouldn't be able to get it published."
	Again I chuckled at his argument but I had to agree with his
assumption.
	"Well," Taylor said, "the Biblical account of the Flood was just
a re-telling of a story written hundreds of years earlier by an
entirely different civilization."
	"Even ancient Greece had stories of incest," Ryan said.  "They
were plays actually because not everybody could read and write.
Anyway, Oedipus had sex with his mother; Electra was in love with her
father, Antigone was in love with her brother."
	"Really?" Taylor said.
	"Yeah.  People who are against incest point out that all those
plays ended in tragedy but you gotta realize, they only HAD comedy or
tragedy--so go figure."
	"My English teacher says comedy is a lot harder to write," Tyler
said.  "That's why there's more dramas and reality TV than really good
sit-coms."
	"I think the Greeks wrote those plays to let their audience know
that incest was as commonplace as comedy or tragedy ... or anything
else their plays depicted ... you know, like war or whatever.  Think
about it, all those ancient cultures made a point of leaving those
stories for future generations to read.  To me, that means they were
saying everybody's doing it.  Not EVERYone but every society," Ryan
corrected.  "Otherwise, they'd have destroyed all the records and
imprisoned anyone who recited it or talked about it ... or somethin'."
	"Yeah," Tyler said like he was an authority on the subject.
	"You've given this a lot of thought, haven't you?" Taylor said.
	"Had to.  Daddy took a lot of convincing."
	"How come?" Tyler asked.
	"He was afraid he'd fuck up my head or whatever.  Kinda like your
Mom," Ryan said.  She wants you to do things the Christian way but how
can you decide if it's right for you or not?  By right, I mean, what if
you lived your life like your mom wants you to but then you kill
yourself 'cuz you can't live your life the way YOU want?  I think a lot
of teens kill themselves 'cuz their folks won't let them be gay or love
their daddy in that special way or stuff like that."
	"A girlfriend of mine killed herself," Taylor said.  "Just the
day before, she was bitchin' about how her folks wouldn't let her get a
tattoo.  Everybody at school thinks what she did was stupid."
	"If that was the reason, then yeah, she WAS stupid."
	"I think it's about time for lunch," Lyle said.
	"I get LYLE'S cock!" Taylor said.
	"I get Spunky's" Tyler said.
	"I'm talking about real food," Lyle admonished.  "Let's move any
further discussion up to the kitchen."
	Following everyone up the stairs was a visual treat.  There was
Tyler's butt, just losing its baby fat but not yet fully developed with
muscles.  Taylor's was fleshy and filling out the way girls' butts do.
Lyle's was rock-hard melon mounds from all his strength training.  I
recalled Ryan telling me that Lyle scheduled three business meetings a
week at the gym just so he could stay fit and trim.  Jason's butt cheeks,
I noticed for the first time, were small compared to the rest of his body.
And, of course, Ryan's.  Looking at his butt never failed to put the
diamond tip on the drill bit between my legs.
	During lunch, Ryan regaled his guests with the events surrounding
our spaghetti dinner night.  Everyone laughed when he related how the
meatball in his mouth looked like--in his mind--a cock head going in
and out of his ass muscle.
	After a lull in conversation, Tyler asked, "How is it that Ryan
has all these experiences under his belt and I don't have any?"
	"Actually," Ryan said, "my life's pretty dull.  It's not like this
stuff happens to me every day.  I go weeks without anything like this
sleepover happening.  Then BOOM!  If I talked about all the down days, it
would be boring but all you've been hearing about are my BOOM! days."
	"Kinda like when people write books," Taylor said.  "They leave
out all the minute to minute stuff like 'I woke up and then I threw off
the covers before I got out of bed and then I put on my slippers after I
put on my robe and then I walked into the bathroom'."
	"Yeah, yeah, I get it!" Tyler whined.
	"But to answer your question," Jason said "Ryan has always been
given ... a lot more freedom that you two."
	"Not only that," Lyle said, "but he tends to create his own ...
opportunities."
	"I'm living proof of that," I said with a chuckle.
	"Me, too," Jason said.  "If he hadn't talked me into ... well,
that's ..."
	"Giving me a blowjob at work," Ryan tattled.  "Sometimes I invent
ways to meet guys--and girls, too, from now on--but sometimes, I
just fall into it, like ... like ... a cow patty into a meadow.  In
fact, if we ever need any Viagra, I know where I'm gonna get it."
	That comment caused me to wonder who he had his sights set on to
conquer next. However, I said, "Then there's Kevin, my old lover-turned-
tormentor-turned friend.  Now that Lyle's got HIM involved, I'm sure
he'll be lots of help finding new adventures for Ryan to experience."
	"Me, too," Tyler said.  "I want to play, too."
	"Me, too," Taylor said.
	"I'm afraid what Ryan gets himself into isn't always playful,"
Lyle said.  "Sometimes it's very rough and at other times, it's even
painful."
	"I can take it," Tyler said.  "I've survived Taylor THIS long,
haven't I?"
	Taylor stuck out her tongue, playfully and said, "Hey, I can be
tough, too."
	"Problem is, most of Kevin's friends are only interested in
guys."
	"But I wanna learn stuff, too," Taylor bellyached.
	"I'll tell you what," I said.  "If Lyle and I feel there's an
opportunity for you to ..."
	"Participate," Lyle suggested.
	"... then we'll include you, Taylor."
	"But I'm a guy, so I can be included, right?" Tyler said
confidently.
	"We'll see," Lyle said.
	"Awh, that's just another way of saying 'no,'" Tyler whined.
"Why can't I?"
	Ryan smiled at me because we knew it meant 'yes' whenever Lyle
said it.  Apparently Jason--or maybe his mother, Sherita--equates it to
'no.'
	"Ryan's already had a lot more ... experiences," Lyle said.
	"How can I get experience if I can't join in?"
	"He makes a good point," I reasoned.
	"Ryan's gonna be going through some strength and flexibility
training and I'm not sure you'll be ... up to the task," Lyle said.
	"How can I get 'up to the task' if I can't train, too?"
	"I know," Lyle said, turning to me, "he makes a good point."
	"There might be some logistical problems," Jason said, trying to
help Tyler understand why it wouldn't necessarily work for him to join
Ryan in some of his adventures.
	"I've got something in mind for both of you," Ryan said, "now
that I know Tyler's not a pussy and Taylor's not a dick about this
kinda stuff."
	I smiled at how easily Ryan's nimble mind used gender reversal
references to make his point.
	"When?" Tyler asked.
	"Whacha got in mind?" Taylor asked, getting up to start clearing
the dishes and not the least bit shy about her nakedness.
	"I'm not sure.  Eastern, where I go to school, has a couple of
events coming up and they want the students to get involved."
	"Can we get out of school to help?" Taylor asked her father.
	Jason said, "I'm not sure we can arrange that.  Not for THIS kind
of activity, anyway."
	"At least one of 'em will be on the weekend or after school,"
Ryan said.
	"If they're not grounded for misbehavin', then I suppose it could
be arranged," Jason said.
	Taylor started jumping up and down, her petite breasts not quite
bouncing but certainly showing signs of trying to defy gravity.
	Tyler jumped up and hugged his dad.  "We'll be good, I promise."
His erection slid along Jason's biceps, causing Tyler to shiver but he
didn't deliberately bring any additional attention to his hard-on.  Then
he helped his sister as she continued to clear the table and take the
dishes into the kitchen.
	While the two of them were gone, Ryan asked, "If I pick Tyler up,
can he ride the bus with me?"
	"I'm not sure that's safe."
	"I ride the bus all the time.  I'll protect him."
	"I'll vouch for that.  I think Ryan has every route memorized," I
said.
	"He could go to self-defense training with me.  Besides, it'll
just be until I get my real driver's license."
	"It would save you and Sherita a lot of driving around and
coordinating of efforts," I suggested.
	"Fine by me, then," Jason said.  "I'll clear it with Sherita."
	"It'll give her an opportunity to check out Ryan, too," Lyle
said.
	"Is that a good idea?" Jason said with a devilish grin.
	"Ryan will be such a charmer, she'll never know he has an evil
streak," Lyle said.  "I've seen him in action."
	"Me, too," Jason said.
	When Tyler and Taylor returned, Lyle said, "Tyler, are you going
out for sports this year?"
	"Yeah.  If it's okay with Mom, I'd like to try out for soccer."
	"He played T-ball when he was younger but got frustrated because
he had trouble spotting a ball that small."
	"Basketballs are bigger," Ryan said, "and it looks like he's
gonna have some height to him."
	"There's less physical contact with soccer," Lyle explained.
"Or, at least, there's supposed to be."
	"I've decided it'll be HIS decision," Jason said, "but archery
still isn't out of the question, either."
	"Yeah, Ryan, Dad's gonna take me bow huntin' in the fall," Tyler
said as Ryan helped Taylor and Tyler take the last of the dishes to the
kitchen.
	"Does St. Sebastian's teach archery?  That would be ironic," I
said.
	With an uneasy smile, Jason said, "Yeah, you're right."
	"Why's that?" Lyle asked.
	"St. Sebastian was a Christian who was martyred after being shot
full of arrows," Jason said.
	"Oh yeah.  I've seen paintings that depict it," Lyle said.  "The
reason I asked was because I was wondering if Tyler will be needing a
jockstrap?"
	"I suppose so," Jason said thoughtfully.
	"Well," Lyle said, "if it's okay with Dick ... uh, Spunky, Ryan
could pick Tyler up on the bus and take him over to Dick's on Saturday.
Dick's taking Ryan to Corbett's to get his first jockstrap."
	"It's okay with me," Jason said.  "Got any idea how much they
cost?  I'll get you the money."
	"My treat," Lyle said.
	Jason had heard me speak often enough about Lyle's generosity and
how I learned not to even suggest paying for something that's been
offered, so Jason didn't try.
	"Want to go downstairs and let the kids fend for themselves or
join them in the kitchen?" I asked.
	"Either way, we have to go through the kitchen," Jason said.
	"Coming through," Lyle said before we got to the open doorway.
	"Come on in," Ryan said, "we're not doing anything you haven't
seen before."
	Following Lyle and Jason into the kitchen, I saw Ryan and Taylor
sitting on the kitchen counter.  Tyler had his face in Taylor's crotch
and his left hand on Ryan's cock.
	"Now, put your other hand on her boob," Ryan said.
	Tyler did as he was told, fumbling a little in his attempt to
find his sister's breast because his head was looking down into her
lap.
	"There," Ryan said, "now that's a three-way.  Well, the start of
one, anyway.  After you lick Taylor's pussy for a while, you can switch
back to sucking my dick."
	Tyler moved his head over far enough to suck Ryan.
	"While you're doin' me, I could be kissing her or I could rub her
pussy.  The whole idea of a three-way is for everyone to do everything.
Of course, you shouldn't do anything you don't want to do."
	"But you should try it at least once, right?" Tyler said, coming
up for air.
	"Right.  There's a French word for it ... uh ..."
	"Menage a trois," I said.
	"That's it.  Menage a trois is easier if you're on a bed or on
the floor.  Kitchen counters aren't designed for sexual functionality,"
Ryan said.
	"What are you guys gonna do?" Taylor asked the three of us.
	"We were thinking of going downstairs," Lyle said.
	"Ryan," Jason said, "I want to know what you two did up north
after Dick left.  Your dad said he wouldn't tell us.  He said it would
have to be you who told us, if you wanted us to know."
	Ryan looked at his father and said, "You really wouldn't tell
'em?"
	"Nope."
	"Is it okay if I tell 'em?" Ryan asked with a hint of pleading in
his tone.  "I know it would be contrary to the 'Don't kiss and tell'
rule, but ... I'm so proud of you, Daddy."
	"What's the qualifying event that allows you to kiss and tell?"
Lyle asked.
	"Insurance."
	"Insurance?" Taylor asked.  Her snippy-little-brat tone had
returned.  "They don't sell insurance for that."
	"Since you guys have proven that you're okay with incest, that's
the insurance, so it's okay to tell you."
	"They experienced a little bit of it," I warned, "but we can't be
one-hundred percent sure they're okay with it."
	"Yes we are," Tyler argued.
	"Yeah," Taylor said, "I'm okay with it.  I'd suck Dad right now
to prove it."
	"Me, too," Tyler whined plaintively.
	"Yeah, I'd suck you, too, Twerp!" Taylor said.
	"No, I mean I'd suck Daddy again to prove it."  Then with a
devilish grin, he stepped up to Taylor, flopped his cock at her and
said, "But if you insist."
	"Go away, I want to hear about what they did up north," she said,
flapping her hand like she was shooing away bothersome gnats.
	"Let's continue this downstairs," I suggested.
	Always the director, Ryan had Lyle, Jason and me sit on the sofa
facing the pool.  Then he had us spread our legs with Jason's knees
touching the guys next to him.  Tyler was positioned on the floor
between my legs and Taylor between Lyle's legs, leaving Jason the odd
man out.
	"Everybody comfy?" Ryan asked, facing us.  Not waiting for an
answer, he said, "After Uncle Dickey left ..."
	"Spunky," Tyler said.
	"Spunky ... left and we watched the car on the monitor until they
got onto US-75 South ..."
	"What monitor?" Tyler asked.
	"Lyle had a tracking device put on the car," I said, "among other
modifications.  They watched a blip on the screen."
	"Oh," Tyler said a little disappointed.
	"No, we didn't have a dash cam or satellite tracking," Ryan said.
	"I don't care about THAT," Taylor said, irritably, "did you do it
with your dad?"
	I got the impression Taylor wanted to reassure herself that
incest with one's father was actually allowable--or acceptable.
	"Well, it depends on what you mean by 'it,'" Ryan said coyly.
	I could see Taylor was losing her patience but kept quiet,
probably because she didn't want Ryan to clam up and not tell her what
happened.
	"If by 'it,' you mean 'did I jack him off?' yeah.  If by 'it,'
did I ..."
	"Ryan!" I admonished.
	"Oh, okay ..." Ryan said, pretending to be sorely reprimanded.
	"While I watched the computers," Lyle said, "Rascal tried to
distract me."
	"That wasn't meant to be a distraction."  Then Ryan said like he
was hurt, "It was meant to be a testament of my love for you, Daddy."
	"What was?" Taylor shouted exasperated.
	"He let me suck his dick," Ryan said.  Then Ryan decided to sit
cross-legged on the floor in front of Jason but facing us.
	"But ... I thought you did that out in the woods," Jason said.
	"I did, but I didn't know it was Daddy because he had that mask
on.  As far as I was concerned, he was just another dick to suck, so it
didn't mean anything.  To actually kneel in front of Daddy and suck his
cock and know it was HIS cock I was sucking on ... man, I get chill
bumps just thinking about it!"
	"You really love him, dontcha?" Taylor said.
	I watched Ryan look at his dad and knew there was some new bond
between them.  Something that wasn't there when I first met Ryan.
	"How did he taste ... you know, once you knew it was him?" Taylor
asked.
	"First of all, he wouldn't let me suck him off all the way, you
know, until he CAME.  He'd make me quit just before.  I got so
frustrated once, I jacked off into my hand just to get a taste of cum."
	"I knew I didn't have the stamina that Ryan has, so I had to pace
myself," Lyle said.  "After all, I'm not as young as I was last week."
	"That's just an excuse he uses 'cuz he wants to roll over and go
to sleep after he cums," Ryan said.
	"Me, too," Tyler said.
	"I'm guilty of that," Jason said proudly.
	"After the guys got on the interstate, I talked Daddy into
getting in bed.  He was reluctant as hell but I wore him down.  All the
while, he was spewing out rhetoric about how unconventional it was and
how society frowns upon it.  I told him society didn't need to know.
Anyway, I told him I wanted him to just lie there and let me make love
to him.  If, after I was done, he never wanted to do it again, then I'd
understand.  I started at his feet.  I kissed 'em, licked between his
toes, sucked each toe into my mouth.  Daddy has the most beautiful
feet.  Just look at 'em."
	Dutifully, Lyle lifted his feet for inspection.  Ryan leaned over
and sucked Lyle's big toe into his mouth and Lyle's cock started
crawling along his thigh like it wanted to get hard.
	"While I worked on his knees and thighs, I put my dick between his
big toe and the next one and fucked it back and forth.  I wanted so
badly to suck his cock again but I passed by his tool.  His thighs are
ultra-sensitive on the inside.  Hey, Taylor, just lightly run your
fingertips along the inside of his thigh and watch what happens.
	Tyler twisted to look at Lyle's crotch, too, as the flaccid
pecker started to wake up and take notice.  "Is yours sensitive?" Tyler
asked, running his hand gently along the inside of MY thigh.
	"Must be," I said as we watched my cock jump.
	"What about you, Daddy?" Tyler and Taylor said at about the same
time.  They both ran a hand lightly along his sensitive inner thigh.
Jason's cock sprung to full hard.  It looked like one of those long
clown balloons that fills up quickly and suddenly.
	"Wow! You ARE sensitive," Taylor said.  Then she gently gripped
her dad's erection and gave it a couple of light strokes.  "That feels
so ..."  She hesitated to think of a word.
	"Suckable?" Tyler asked.
	"Fuckable," Taylor said, blushing.
	Seeing Taylor was uncomfortable after her observation, Ryan said,
"I wanted so badly to suck Daddy's cock again but I bypassed it so I
could move up to his belly button.  I French-kissed that dimple till
my tongue was raw.  Well, almost.  He had shaved his body--everything,
everywhere--and there was stubble in his navel.  But I kinda liked the
feel of it, since I haven't started shaving, yet."
	Taylor ran her hand over Lyle's belly and along the hair line
from his navel to his bush.  "Ewwh, it feels so scratchy."
	"That happens when hair grows out," Lyle said, "The sharp ends
take a while to soften up--or dull down, as the case may be.  I'll tell
you one thing, I'll never do it again.  It itches like hell until it
grows out.  In fact, the hair growing back between my ass cheeks feels
like sandpaper when I walk."
	"We'll get to  your ass later," Ryan said.
	"I believe that's what you said that weekend, too," Lyle said
with a smirk, "but, as I recall, there was a little more malice in your
tone."
	"Ignore him," Ryan said.  "Those are just the ramblings of a
paranoid child molester.  Anyway, when I got to his nipples, I had to
pull my cock out from between his toes so I nestled it between his
thighs.  That way I could kinda dry hump him and suck his nipples at
the same time."
	"Dry hump?" Tyler asked.
	"Well, a true dry hump is with your clothes on and no penetration
but, since I don't pre-cum a lot and since there wasn't any real
penetration, I think of it as a dry hump.  Anyway, Dad's cock was
rubbing against my chest and belly as I squirmed up and down.  His pre-
cum made my chest and belly all slick and slippery so when I raised up
to start kissing his neck, Daddy ..." Ryan looked at Lyle for
permission.
	Lyle beat him to it.  "I licked my juice off his belly,"
	"I just about creamed right there," Ryan said.  "I was so horned
up from sucking him, and from doing the 'around the world' thing, that
I had to actually grip my balls and squeeze real hard to keep from
cumming."
	"Around the world?" Taylor asked.
	"It's a tongue bath, up the front and down the back, catching the
sides in-between."
	"I'm too ticklish for that," Tyler said.
	"Not when you're horny," Ryan said.  "I'm ticklish, too, but when
Daddy started licking my belly, I just melted.  I was so ... feeling my
daddy's tongue on my skin was like igniting a space shuttle.  You know,
that blast of fire out of the propulsion jets, the shimmy of the
rockets struggling to lift off and that sudden surge when it does.  And
it wasn't just my jizz that felt that way, it was my whole body.  My
emotions--passion, sympathy, humor, relief, comfort, hope--everything
wonderful."
	I saw Tyler looking at his dad longingly.  Taylor had a similar
expression--not lust exactly, more like an appetite for the forbidden.
	"I crumbled under his onslaught and started kissing his ears and
eyelids," Ryan continued.  "I even licked my tongue over Daddy's
eyebrows and lightly over the tips of his eyelashes.  I put his whole
nose in my mouth and, using my tongue, memorized its contours.  Big
nose, big hose, you know."
	Everyone instinctively looked at Lyle's nose, then down at his
hose.
	"Well, yeah, when it's hard, maybe," Lyle said defensively as he
blushed from the compliment.  As if on cue, his cock puffed to full
hardness.
	Looking around, I noticed all the guys had boners just from
listening to Ryan.  Mine, although hard, stretched down over my balls
to lie within centimeters of Tyler's head.
	"I kissed Daddy," Ryan said.  "I've kissed him before, you know,
friendly little pecks and, one time, I gave him a real kiss.  But when
I kissed him this time, for the first time in my life, I felt my love
was being returned to me through his lips and his tongue.  When he
Frenched me, I exploded.  I cummed all over him.  I couldn't help it.
I no longer had control of my emotions.  No ... that's not true.  I no
longer felt the need to SUPRESS my emotions.  We were free to be
ourselves."
	"Whenever my son is in my arms," Lyle said thoughtfully, "it's
like I can see better, understand things more clearly.  Think of it as
a solar eclipse.  I'm the adult--the earth.  He wraps his arms around
me and it's like he's the moon and the moon blots out enough of the
sun that I'm no longer blinded by the light that comes with being an
adult.  I can see things more clearly because I can look at life
objectively.  I understand things better because I reduce them to
their basic structure, like kids do.  When my son is in my arms, life
is simplistic, devoid of embellishments."
	"And that's a good thing, right?" Ryan asked hopefully.
	"Oh ... my ... yes, son.  Very much right," Lyle said with love
dripping from every word.
	"Did you ... uh, you know, take him up the ass?" Tyler asked.
	"Not Saturday.  On Saturday, he let me finish the 'around the
world.'  I licked his armpits, and rimmed him.  Like I said, he was
shaved, so it felt kinda weird.  I like it a lot more now that he has
his fur back."
	"A little," Lyle said, rubbing the returning pubes lightly,
causing his erection to wobble.
	"He's not furry," Taylor said, reaching up to run her hand over
Lyle's chest.  "It's just right ... kinda like Dad's.  Then she knelt
and ran her hand over her dad's chest--one hand on Lyle, one hand on
Jason.  Her breasts were resting on Lyle's left thigh.
	Tyler got on his knees and rubbed my chest.  "I like it smooth,
like Spunky's ... not that I don't like Dad's chest."
	Taylor lowered her hands to grip Lyle's and Jason's cocks, giving
them a languorous stroke.  "These are so nice," she crooned.
	"This is, too," Tyler said, fisting mine.  "It's huge.  I hope
mine gets this big."
	"The funny thing about a cock is, no matter how big or how little
it is, it produces the same amount of pleasure," I said.  "For the guy,
of course--his pleasure ... his ejaculation.  For girls, a big one can
be painful to ... accommodate."
	"Hey, I forgot," Ryan said.  "I promised to measure you."  He
jumped up and ran to the bathroom, back by the stairs.  When he
returned, he was holding a yellow cloth measuring tape.  "Stand up,
dude,"  Ryan said to Tyler.  "We'll keep track of your progress.  I
started a couple of years ago.  I went from like an inch to four inches
in six months."
	"Not everyone grows at the same rate," I said.
	"Or starts at the same age," Lyle said.  "I was almost sixteen
before I started showing any real development.  I had a three or four
inch dick from the time I was ten or eleven until I was sixteen.  Ryan
looks like he might have gotten his growth hormones from his mom's side
of the family."
	"We can get growth hormones from Mom?" Taylor asked.
	"I was thinking more from Amanda's father, actually, but yeah,
I've heard SOME things are only passed down through the female genes."
	"Four-and-a-half, dude!" Ryan said proudly.  "I wasn't that big a
year ago.  "You're doin' great!"
	I knew, from our talks, that Ryan was bigger than that a year ago
but I thought it was nice of him to bolster Tyler's ego.
	"But it's so small when it's not hard," Tyler whined.
	"Most men are," I said, "and I've seen a lot of 'em.  I think
it's a way the body protects its ability to reproduce.  It shrinks when
it's cold or when a guy is frightened or in danger."
	"Oh," Tyler said, apparently not too pleased with the explanation.
"I just wish mine was big all the time like Ryan's and Spunky's."
	Trying to change the subject, I nodded toward Taylor so Ryan
understood she was being left out.
	"Hey, Taylor, want me to measure you?"
	"Sure," she said eagerly.  Instead of standing, she stood more
erect on her knees and thrust out her chest.
	Ryan wrapped the tape around her back and brought the ends
together between her mounds.   "Thirty inches.  Is that good?"
	"I think so," Lyle said, "for a girl her age but I think you've
got the tape too tight.  It's supposed to be snug but not tight and I
can see it digging into her back."
	Ryan loosened the grip he had on the tape and it slid out to the
thirty-two inch measurement.  "That's more like it."
	"Let me measure you." Taylor said.
	"No, I've got to get your waist size and hips.  Don't girls have
three measurements?"
	"Oh yeah," Taylor said standing up.
	"Hey, Tyler, keep it hard.  I forgot to get your circumference
measurement." Ryan said.  Then he measured Taylor's waist.  When he
moved down to measure her hips, he tucked the knuckle of his right hand
up against her clitoris as he pulled the tape tight and pinched the two
ends together.  Relaxing the pinch of his forefinger and thumb, he
jiggled and jiggled his knuckle against her clit until the tape relaxed
to where it was snug but not tight.
	"Ummm," Taylor said, appreciating the stimulation, and sounding
like the purr of a cat.  Then she grabbed the tape and said, "Let's
measure you."
	"Measure Tyler's dick all the way around, first."
	After Tyler stood up, Taylor wrapped the tape around her
brother's erection.  "Two and ... an eighth," she said.
	Ryan looked closely and said, "It's too tight.  Make it two and a
quarter."
	I thought, 'About as big around as a tube of Chapstick.'
	Ryan thrust his pelvis at Taylor.  "Now me.  You have to put the
end snugly into my pubic hair."
	"Yeah, yeah, I know."
	I wondered how she knew, so I'm sure her father was wondering the
same thing.
	"Wow! five-and-a-half inches." Taylor said.
	"Hey," Ryan shouted proudly, "I've added a half inch since the
last time I measured."
	Then Taylor measured Ryan's girth.  "Four-and-a-half inches."
Turning to Lyle she said, "How does he measure up compared to you?"
	"Oh ... he's gettin' there." Lyle said, looking down at his
erection.
	"No! I mean, let's measure yours," Taylor said.  "Stand up."
	"I gotta pee," Tyler said, anger in his tone that implied he
didn't want to miss out on anything.
	"Have you got to pee or ... the other?" Jason asked.
	"He'll have to jack off before he can pee," Ryan said.
	Tyler looked down shyly, blushing.
	"So jack off," I said.  "I'll tell you what.  Sit in my lap and
jack off.  I'll rub mine against your back and we'll see who cums
first."
	"I don't cum yet," Tyler said moodily.  "I just get the ...
feeling."
	"Orgasm," Taylor offered.
	"Yeah."
	"That's fine," I said, patting my thighs.  You jack off while
Taylor measures Lyle and you won't miss a thing."
	"I'll jack off, too," Ryan said, moving closer to the sofa.
	Tyler got comfortable in my lap, snuggled close to my hard-on and
began jacking.
	Using easy upward thrusts, I moved my hard-on up and down between
Tyler's lower back and my belly.  "Ummm, you feel good like that," I
said.  "Maybe we can do this more often."
	Tyler's mood brightened.
	'Ryan's merely toying with the idea of jacking off,' I thought,
'He's only doing it to make Tyler feel less conspicuous.'
	"It's between nine-and-a-quarter and nine-and-a-half inches
long."  Then she measured Lyle's circumference.  "A mark or two over
six-and-a-half inches.  Damn!  I bet that stretches a ..."
	"Go on," Ryan said.  "Say it.  Use the word."
	Taylor could say the word when it didn't actually involve the sex
act, like 'She's such  a dumb cunt,' but she always hesitated when it
involved describing the real thing.  "Cunt," she blurted out.  "Can a
... pussy really stretch that far?"
	I smiled.  "Have you ever seen the head of a newborn?"
	"Oh, yeah," she said, embarrassed.  "Do guys REALLY take it up
the butt?"
	"I do," Ryan said.
	"I do," I said.  "And the rest of you don't have to answer that
question.  It's kinda like your new boyfriend asking if you're a virgin.
It's a private matter."
	"Unngh," Tyler said.  "It's startin' unngh ... to feel ...
aaagh!"  His hips jerked uncontrollably, his eyes rolled back and his
tongue lolled.
	I could see his reflection in the sliding glass doors.  'God, I
love the look some guys get when they orgasm.'
	After his shivers went away, Taylor said, "Can I measure you,
too?  Or did you cum?"
	"Yes and no," I said.  "Yes, you can and no, I didn't."
	"Oh goody," Taylor said brightly.
	"Wait till I get back," Tyler said, bounding out of my lap and
racing to the bathroom.  When he got back, he walked up behind the sofa
and leaned over my shoulder.  "Okay," he said.
	"You gotta stand up," Taylor said.
	Looking over my shoulder, I asked Tyler, "Why don't you come
around here and give me a hand getting off the sofa?"
	Panic flashed in Tyler's eyes.
	"It went little again, didn't it?" I asked consolingly.  "Tyler,
it's OKAY!  It gets little.  It gets bigger.  Someday, you'll be able
to squirt, too.  But until then, don't let it bother you."
	Reluctantly, Tyler walked around to help me get up.  To his
credit, he didn't try to cover himself with his hands, either.  I
didn't need the help to get up but HE needed to help, to get over
worrying about his size.  When I grabbed his hand, I was at eye level
with his dick and saw it was an inch or less.
	Taylor grabbed my cock and measured it.  "Eleven and a quarter
inches!"  Then, measuring my girth, she said, "Wow!  Almost seven
inches around!"
	"You know what?" Ryan asked.  Then, before anyone could show any
interest--or not--he said, "We should have a penis measuring party.
Uncle Dickey, do you think Kevin could get some guys together?"
	"I suppose he could but what would be the purpose?" I asked.
	"Just to get a bunch of guys together ... naked ... and play with
their dicks and stuff.  Duh!"
	"I could take the measurements," Taylor said.
	"And I could write 'em all down," Tyler said.  "You know, to make
it all look official."
	"Hey, maybe we could offer a prize or something," Ryan suggested.
	"Like what?" Lyle asked.
	"We'll come up with something," Ryan said.
	"I'll talk to Kevin," Lyle said.  "There's something else I've
got to talk to him about, anyway."
	"Anything I should know about?" I asked skeptically.
	"No, no, not at all.  It's just something I'm bouncing around in
my head," Lyle said.
	"So, Daddy," Taylor asked, "you gonna let me measure yours?
	A glob of pre-cum erupted from Jason's piss slit like he'd been
sitting there all this time just waiting to be asked--asked to be
touched by his daughter in such an intimate way.
	Presumably, to take his mind off it, Jason said, "I was just
thinking.  Tyler says he wants to experience the stuff Ryan goes
through from time to time ..."
	"Yeah, I do," Tyler said excitedly, obviously not caring what his
dad had in mind.
	"I think he needs to suck all four of us off--non-stop."
	"Yeah!" Ryan said, "until none of us can cum anymore."
	The expression on Tyler's face was a cross between his ten best
Christmas mornings combined and seeing the most frightful monster movie
ever made.  Even so, he yelled, "Yeah, let's do it.  Who wants to go
first?"
	"You mean cum first," Ryan said, "and I think you really should
go by size."
	"I agree," Lyle said.
	"Cock size or load size?" I asked, knowing I'd be last on both
accounts.
	"I can take 'em either way.  I can.  I promise," Tyler said,
apparently fearing we'd change our minds.
	"Me," Ryan said decisively.
	Apparently Tyler wanted to get started because he dropped in
front of Ryan and began sucking.  The slurping sounds, although
amateurish, were intoxicating nevertheless.  I felt my own pre-cum
begin its rise just watching his tiny mouth trying to accommodate the
obscenely large cock jutting out from such a small boy.
	Ryan cupped Tyler's head and gently held it as he began thrusting
his hips into the boy's mouth.  "Might as well learn how the big boys
like it," Ryan said, "when a man's got a need to nutt."
	"Umm hummm," Tyler said in a tone of agreement.
	"Sweet fuckin' mouth, Ty.  I'm gonna love fuckin' your mouth for
a long time to come.  But for right now, I've gotta cum.  You ready,
boy?  You ready to guzzle my jism, swallow my blow?  Unngh.  Uhhhh.
Oh, TY ... aaagh, now!"  Ryan quivered and quaked like I'd never seen
before.  It must have been one powerful orgasm.
	I looked down between Tyler's legs and saw he was bone-hard again
and his dick was jerking uncontrollably.  I wondered if he was enjoying
a dry orgasm or if it was just wagging from happiness like a dog's
tail.
	"Who's next?" Tyler asked, taking a deep breath.
	Looking over at Lyle and then me, Jason said, "It better be me.
Otherwise, he's gonna have to lick it up off the floor."
	"Then me," Lyle said.
	"And then me," I said.
	Tyler crawled on his knees to position himself between his dad's
legs.  He wasted no time sucking it.  Jason's slight downward curve
slid right down Tyler's throat like it was designed for it--like a
scimitar into its scabbard.
	"Ooohh, son, that's so good.  I love it.  You enjoy this, don't
you?"
	"Umm hummm!" Tyler agreed emphatically, still impaled on his
dad's dick.
	"What about me?" Taylor whimpered petulantly.
	"Stand on the sofa, honey, and face me."  Once she was straddling
her father, her pussy was just about in the right spot.  "Sit on my
face, little girl child," Jason said, somewhat pleadingly, "Let daddy
get a good taste of that honey pot."
	Lyle's cock, in the meantime, got so hard watching the two kids
pleasuring and being pleasured by their dad that in my mind's eye I saw
Lyle's dick skin split open, just to make room for expansion.
	"Oh god, Daddy," Taylor said, "we've gotta find a way to do this
at home, too.  I can't wait for the weekends or ... oh , yeah, keep
doing that with your tongue."  Her shoulders began to quiver and then
the shivers ran down her torso to be expelled through her cunt in the
form of an orgasm.
	When Jason's tongue felt Taylor climax, he hunched his hips and
began dumping his spunk in his son's mouth.
	Tyler's eyes widened at the unexpected blast but he stayed down
and swallowed valiantly.  After Jason went soft, Tyler crawled over to
Lyle and began sucking.
	Lyle reached out his left arm in an attempt to convince Taylor to
stand in front of him.
	Because he was on the end of the sofa, she bent at the waist and
held onto the back of the sofa to support her upper body.  Lyle began
tongue-fucking her just as Tyler scooted around Lyle's right knee.
Following Ryan's advice from earlier in the day, Tyler began sucking
Lyle again from the right side, since Lyle's cock curved that way.
	It wasn't a hyper-extended curve but it was enough of one to make
you gag if it got lodged in your throat wrong.  I knew from experience.
'Thank you, god,' I thought.  In the meantime, I looked over at Ryan
who was gently stroking his erection.
	"Come here." I said.  He moved his hand and I sucked on his cock
for just a moment as it extended over the sofa's armrest.  "Save the
cum for Tyler, promise?"
	Ryan just nodded his head as he quietly watched the erotic
performance of fellatio and cunnilingus being enacted before us.  From
his enraptured expression, I expected to see him drool at any moment.
	I alternated sucking and stroking Ryan, knowing he would be ready
to blow another load as soon as Tyler was done with me--'if he ever
gets to me'.  In the meantime, my own pump primed itself and leaked
even more pre-cum just from watching Tyler suck Lyle's nine-incher.
	In a whisper, I said, "He's almost all the way down.  Think he's
gonna do it?"
	"If it kills him," Ryan whispered.
	I knew the blood, pounding from excitement in Tyler's ears, kept
him from hearing a word we said.
	Jason casually reached between my legs, never once taking his
eyes off what his son was doing, and squeezed my cock.  Once he felt
the slippery pre-lube, he swirled his hand all over my cock, just about
bringing me off.  I gritted my teeth from the pleasure to hold back the
flow.  Jason stopped suddenly and began stroking his own cock, using my
pre-jizz as lube.
	"Thanks," I said.
	"Just makin' sure you're ready," Jason said.  "Wouldn't want to
renege on a promise I made to my son."  I saw a smile curl on his lips
like he knew there was no way I wouldn't be ready.
	Again, Taylor started her orgasm and shortly thereafter, Lyle
laid one hand on Tyler's head to warn him he was about to cum.  Lyle
groaned loudly into the cavern that was Taylor's cunt and began
squirting his load down Tyler's throat.
	Tyler backed off but never let the cock out of his mouth.  Using
his tongue around the crown and suction along the shaft, he cleaned
Lyle up slick as a whistle.  Tyler sat back on his heels for just a
moment, relishing the taste as he digested Lyle's spunk.  "Bacon.  It
tastes like bacon.  Ummm," and he licked his lips.
	Then, like a jungle cat, Tyler crawled toward me at the other end
of the sofa.  Jason grabbed my cock again and wagged it like live bait.
Tyler's eyes never left the tower of flesh his father was holding up
for him to suck.  The heat generated by the look of lust in his eyes
could have started a forest fire.
	I'd never in my life felt more like the vulnerable prey.  It
excited me all the more.
	"Be careful, son," Jason said as he aimed my cock at his son's
mouth.  "Don't take too much at a time."
	Tyler pounced on my cock, getting a lip lock on it that would
impress a thousand-dollar madam.
	"Ooohhh, shit, Tyler.  Take it easy or you won't get to suck me
for very long.  You're good, boy.  You're a natural.  Just do what you
know how and ease it on down.  That's it.  Oh, yeah," I said as he
slowly inched his way down my cock.
	I had produced so much pre-cum, he didn't need to go up and down
on it to moisten it.  He just kept going down.
	When he got to about the nine inch mark, Ryan said, "Breathe."
	Air whistled up Tyler's nostrils.
	He had just taken Lyle's nine inches but I didn't know if he
could accommodate two-and-a-quarter more or not.  "There's no shame in
it if you can't take it all, Tyler.  We can work on deep-throating it
later.  We don't want to end up taking you to the hospital ... oh my
god!  Oh shit!"
	"He's done it!  He's deep-throated Uncle Dickey!"
	"Spunky," Taylor said,
	I felt Tyler ease up off my cock slowly, like he was afraid he'd
drag his stomach out with the head of my dick.
	"Ty, you did it, man!"  Ryan said.  "You're a bona fide
cocksucker now.  Welcome to the club."
	I swooned as I felt Tyler going back down on my rod.
	"Whacha do is suck up and down on most of it and then, without
warning, you go all the way down," Ryan said.  "It makes it feel
awesome.  Then back off and surprise him again a little later."
	"Ummm," Tyler hummed.
	"Taylor, come here," I said.
	She stepped from in front of Lyle and across in front of her
father to stand in front of me.
	"Turn around."
	With help from Ryan, to keep her from falling, she turned her
back to me.  "Ryan, can you help keep her supported while I give her a
lesson in analingus?"
	"Fuck yeah!" Ryan said.  "I tried it a little in the pool earlier
and she liked it.  But ... I mean ... like, I'm good, but you're the
master!  Taylor, you're gonna LOVE this!"  He straddled the arm of the
sofa and sat down.
	I spread her cheeks and dived in.  Just as I touched her hole
with my tongue, Tyler deep-throated me again and I sucked in a deep
breath from the unexpected pleasure.  After that, I was able to
concentrate on Taylor's pleasure.  Before I knew it, I felt Ryan's
tongue dueling with mine as we explored the area of her perineum.
	I imagined him giving Taylor long broad-tongued laps before
tongue-tickling her clitoris and beginning a downward lap to seek out
my tongue between her legs.  From her moans, whatever we were doing was
pleasurable.  I know what Tyler was doing certainly was.  He was
mastering the art of deep-throating just like Ryan suggested.  I never
knew when he'd do it but when he did, it was like it was the first time
all over again.  'The unexpected is always so much more deliciously
desirable.' I thought.
	"Oh, boy.  Tyler, you're gonna drown any minute now.  I'm not
gonna hold back so you might want to ..."
	I felt his mouth close around the big head of my cock and clamp
down.  Then he started jacking me off as fast as he could.
	"Get ready," I moaned into Taylor's ass crack.  Then I blasted
into Tyler's mouth.  There was so much of it, I felt my cum splash back
onto my cock head.  I squirted about six or seven big wads before I was
reduced to a dribble.
	Using suction, Tyler eased the knob of my cock out of his mouth,
and sat there for a moment, savoring the taste.
	"Let's see," Ryan said.
	Tyler opened his mouth and we all leaned forward to look.  He
hadn't swallowed a drop as far as I could tell.  Then as quickly as a
lizard catching a fly, Tyler closed his mouth and gulped down my load.
Then he let out a long drawn-out 'Aaagh."
	"I'm ready again," Ryan said.
	"He's just finished four loads, Ryan, give him a rest," Lyle
said.
	Lyle's concern for Tyler was unnecessary as Tyler grabbed Ryan
by the crank and pulled him off the arm of the sofa.  "Sixty-nine.
I'm dyin' here," Tyler said before he laid on his side and sucked
Ryan's erection down his throat.
	Taylor sat her butt on the headrest of the sofa between Jason and
me and we watched the two boys enjoy what boys love most--sex.  While
the adults stroked their dicks and fondled their balls, Taylor massaged
her clit and finger-fucked herself.
	I had been working with Ryan, training him to prolong his
pleasure before cumming but I knew this was not going to be one of
those times.  I figured Tyler was wound pretty tight, too, because he
had sucked off four guys without ever touching himself.  As sure as
sunshine follows rain, Tyler jerked and twitched in orgasm moments
after Ryan began filling the younger boy's mouth with teen cum.
	The two rolled onto their backs to catch their breaths.
	"Sorry I can't cum yet, Rascal.  It must be a lot of work for
nothing."
	"Bullshit, Ty!  Just knowing I'm makin' you have an orgasm is
fine with me.  It's like riding a roller coaster.  Half the time your
eyes are closed but you still feel the bumps and swerves and dips.
Besides, as soon as you start cummin,' I'm gonna drain you day and
night for a week."
	"He can do it, too," I said.
	"Amen to that," Lyle said.
	"Who's ready?" Tyler asked standing up.
	"I'm ready," Lyle said.
	"Okay," Jason said, "once more for each of us and then we've
gotta go."
	"Awh, Dad," Tyler groaned.
	"I mean it.  Your mom won't let you come over again if we don't
get home when we said we would."
	"Besides," Ryan said, "we don't want her to get suspicious."
	"Okay," Tyler said reluctantly before he started sucking on
Lyle's hard-on.
	While he was sucking us off again, Taylor licked her brother's
butt, sucked on his cock and balls and finger-fucked herself to several
more orgasms.
	When Tyler was done, after sucking me and then his dad, Ryan
said, "I'm ready again."
	"We've go to go," Jason said.
	"Let me," Taylor said.  "Please.  It won't take long, right,
Ryan?"
	"Nope," Ryan said impishly as he thrust his erection toward
Taylor's face.  "I'll think of wicked thoughts to hurry things along."
	When he was done and we were on our way upstairs, Lyle held
Jason back.  "Check with Sherita to see if the kids can come up to the
lake for Ryan's birthday.  He doesn't like big parties, so tell her
it'll be a dull affair.  Okay?"
	"I'm gonna say it's okay."
	"Great.  I'll plan on it--unless I hear otherwise."
	"Should I tell the kids to keep it a secret?"
	"No.  Surprise birthdays are definitely out of the question."
	"That's true, but fun at the lake isn't," I said, as I swatted
Jason's butt.  "Too bad you've gotta work."
	"So do you."
	"Nope.  Got the whole week off."
	That night, after getting back to my apartment, I tried going to
sleep dreaming about a whole week at the lake but what was planned for
Ryan after the lake visit kept me awake with its endless possibilities.

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