Date: Mon, 15 Sep 2008 07:01:25 -0400
From: Jeff A <parrafan@ureach.com>
Subject: Sibling Rivalry

Sibling Rivalry

a story by parrafan

Disclaimer: This story is fiction. That's why it's in the Nifty
Archives rather than some scientific journal. I'm sure you could
have figured that out for yourself. All of it is made up. And it
is intended only for the pleasure and amusement of adults. No
minors allowed. Not even good-looking ones.

Dedication: This story is dedicated to an online friend (the
only kind I have) named David. Even though he thinks I'm a fag
pedo pervert. Well, I sure proved you wrong, huh?

* * *

Sibling Rivalry

Mr Franklin enjoyed eating at the Pizza Palazzo. The chefs there
had a way with a pizza crust that had to be tasted - nay,
savoured - to be believed. The toppings were abundant, in
particular the anchovies: this was one pizza joint where he
never had to ask for "double anchovies" - the salty little
fishies that he relished so much were always generously
supplied.

His secondary reason for patronising Pizza Palazzo so
persistently was its reputation as a family restaurant. Even
though he was a single man, he delighted in sitting amongst
families. Families with young boys, not to put too fine a point
on it.

Tonight's dinner was made especially piquant by the presence at
a nearby table of the very type of family Mr Franklin most
particularly treasured. A husband and wife, still young,
probably in their mid-thirties Mr Franklin estimated...and three
boys, each one cute in his own way.

The eldest boy had noticed Mr Franklin's interest, and began
flirting with him. He turned in his seat and slowly opened and
closed his bony knees in a concertina motion. The boy wore
tailored short trousers which showed quite a bit of thigh, much
to Mr Franklin's appreciation. The man smiled encouragement to
the boy, who grinned back and carelessly dropped his hand into
his crotch where he lightly caressed his bunched-up short
trousers with his fingertips.

Mr Franklin grinned at the erotic display the boy was staging
for him. He glanced at the boy's parents to see whether they
were paying any attention to their eldest's flirtatious actions,
but they were busy talking to their other two sons. The teasing
boy ran a hand down the outer side of his thigh, then back up
along the inner side, his long fingers lingering at the hem of
his pants before ducking under to drag the legband upwards. He
batted his eyelashes, pouted his lips and made a kissing motion
at the man, who decided it was time to make his move, lest the
boy mistake his inaction for lack of interest.

Mr Franklin rose from his seat and strode purposefully over to
the family's table, positioning himself alongside the male
adult. "Good evening", he greeted the father of the three boys
with a broad smile. "Sorry to interrupt your meal, but your son
has been flirting quite shamelessly with me for the last ten
minutes so I thought I should come over and introduce myself.
Paul Franklin", he declared, extending his hand to the seated
man.

"Flirting with you?" the man replied, his voice betraying his
bafflement. "Oh, uh, Gene Mathewson, pleased to meet you", he
greeted as he scrambled to his feet and shook hands with his
visitor. "I suppose it was Macauley, my blond-headed bombshell,
was it?", Gene asked, gesturing towards his middle son.

"No fair!" the indicated boy protested immediately. "It wasn't
me! It was Mason! He popped a boner as soon as he saw the guy!"

"Did not!" the eldest boy retorted.

"Did too!" the one named Macauley shot back. "You been playing
with it the last five minutes! I saw ya!"

"Now, boys", the mother of the three imps calmly soothed, "I'm
sure Mr Franklin can easily settle the matter by telling us
which of you teases was enticing him. Mr Franklin?"

"I confess, dear lady, it was the darling boy sitting across
from you. Is his name Mason? How charming!", Mr Franklin
replied.

Gene recovered his composure a little to introduce his wife.
"Ah...Mr Franklin? My wife, Helen Mathewson", he said, resuming
his seat.

"Enchante, madam", the visitor whispered, bowing at the waist
and taking her proffered hand for a chaste kiss. "You are as
lovely as your namesake"

Mrs Mathewson giggled softly, knowing exactly what the handsome
man was after. "Oh my!" she gasped theatrically, fluttering a
hand at her throat. "Better watch out, Mason, or I might steal
this one for myself!"

"And these are our other two boys, Macauley and Elijah", Mr
Mathewson completed the social amenities. "Won't you join us?
There's an empty place, uh, right next to Mason"

"Why thank you, er, Gene, that's very kind. As I was saying,
Mason has been making goo-goo eyes at me for the last little
while, and as I don't have a boy in my life at the moment, and
as he is quite good-looking, I was hoping you - and Mrs
Mathewson, of course - "

"Helen, please", Mrs Mathewson insisted gently.

"Er, yes, uh, thank you, Helen - uh, as I was saying, I hoped
that you and... Helen...might permit me to date your son, get to
know him a little better, and find out if maybe we're suited to
each other, possibly begin a relationship...?"

Gene Mathewson looked at his eldest son with an appraising eye.
"Mason, eh? I gotta admit, I thought it would have been Macauley
who would be the first of my sons to step out with a man friend,
Horny as a jackrabbit, that boy, but surprisingly, still a
virgin. Uh, that's right, isn't it, Mac? You still got your
cherry? That gym teacher you were sweet on hasn't slipped you
that Polish sausage of his yet has he?"

Macauley's face wore a half-disgusted, half-flattered scowl.
"Da-ad!" he whined, a tinge of delight his voice. "Mr
Gromylkovich has only sucked me off so far. He's already going
steady with a boy in the eighth grade, everybody knows that.
Some big dumb football playing jock with narrow hips and a
huge-"

"Now, son" Mrs Mathewson interrupted. "Remember what we
discussed about table manners? We try to keep our private
jealousies out of polite conversation, now, don't we. You won't
have much longer to wait, I'm sure, before your penis gets every
bit as big as that football player's. And even if it doesn't,
you know that size isn't everything, we've talked about that.
Now, tell me about this blow job from Mr Grol-...Mr Gric-...
whatever his name is".

Macauley sat back, basked in the attention, and gleefully told
his story to the assembly at the table. "It's Gromylkovich. He's
from Europe somewhere, I guess. He teaches Gym to the boys in
the upper grades. It only happened last week, that's why I
haven't told you guys yet. Sorry".

Helen Mathewson nodded, tacitly accepting her son's apology and
inviting him to continue. "He's got a great body, lotsa muscles,
and a really hairy chest! I think he shaves his back, but. Maybe
he gets it waxed...? Anyway, we were just finishing our showers.
I had a boner-"

"Naturally" Mason interjected. Helen shushed him.

"Well, I can't help it. I shower next to Haley, he's got the
cutest butt, and he wiggles it around when he soaps up, I think
he does it on purpose. You should see the way the suds runs all
down his back and over those mounds..." He licked his lips and
stared off into the distance.

"Uh...you were telling us about your Gym coach?" Gene urged his
middle son.

"Oh yeah, right. Anyway, Mr Gromylkovich was just goin' round,
checking everybody was washing properly, you know-"

Mrs Mathewson interrupted her son with a sudden thought. "That
reminds me, Macauley - did you clean under your foreskin? We
don't want a repeat of...last time"

Macauley sighed loudly, in exasperation. "Yes, Mom, I cleaned
under my foreskin. Mr Gromylkovich checked it as well", he
added.

"Did Haley check it too?" Mason asked in a stage whisper.

Macauley glared at him as Helen intervened calmly but firmly.
"That makes two strikes, mister", she said to Mason. "Keep it up
and you'll be doing all your dating in our living room. I mean
it, buster".

Wearing a smug grin from watching his older brother get in
trouble, Macauley continued his narrative. "So, while he was
checking it, it was already hard from when I was looking at
Haley, he said I should meet him in his office right after I
finished my shower. Most of the other guys were gone by then,
too. I kinda hoped he might want to, you know, get naughty with
me, so I just dried off and put my towel around me and went to
his office like he said"

"Di'n'cha know he already had a boyfriend?" Elijah spoke for the
first time in his soft, lilting voice.

"He can have more than one if he wants!" retorted Macauley,
annoyed that his younger brother now seemed to be scoring off
him as well. "So when I got there, he told me to lie on his
couch. I didn't know if he meant on my back or my front, so I
just lay on the couch on my back and undid the towel and opened
it up, showing him my boner and said 'Like this, coach?'"

"Poor man", Mrs Mathewson commented. "He didn't stand a chance"

"When he got onto the couch with me, I thought maybe he was
gonna lift my legs up and fu- er, have intercourse with me right
away" Macauley recounted eagerly, "but all he did was suck on my
dick. Big deal. Me an' Haley do that all the time. But I got
even with him. While he was suckin' it, I rubbed my foot in his
crotch. He made a big sticky mess in his tracksuit pants, hee
hee".

"So, still no big score, eh son?" Gene commiserated. "Never
mind. You'll get lucky soon enough. I hope you're not letting it
worry you?"

"Nah", the middle son sneered. "He finished too quick anyway.
When I get the man I want-" here Macauley stared straight at
Paul Franklin "-he's gotta be able to last all night"

"Good luck" Mrs Mathewson muttered ruefully under her breath.

"Well, thanks for letting us know, son", Mr Mathewson commented.
"We're an open family, and I want us to stay that way. And
speaking of openness - and virginity - , I have to ask you, er,
Paul, are you a man who insists on having an innocent for a
boyfriend? Because in all honesty, it would be misleading to
allow you to continue with Mason if that's the case. See, my
brother-in-law, Phil, er, that's Helen's brother, he...well, why
don't you tell it, darling?"

Mrs Mathewson smiled back at her husband. "Yes, dear, openness
is very... invigorating, isn't it? But as this is Mason's story,
I think he should tell it. Mason?"

Mason looked at the half-eaten slice of pizza on his plate
before answering. "Nothing much to tell, really, Mr Franklin.
But I'll...understand...if you don't want to date me after I
tell you what happened"

Paul reached into the boy's lap and clasped his hand, bringing
it up to table height modestly before answering. "I already get
the feeling you're a brave, wonderful boy. And I'm sure it won't
make any difference to me whatever happened".

Heartened by this reassurance, Mason turned to face Mr Franklin.
His family already knew all of the story anyway, though Elijah
had never heard the full details. At least not from him. "It was
Mom and Dad's fifteenth wedding anniversary, last year. Me an'
Mac saved up our allowances to give them a neat present - dinner
for two at a proper restaurant. Uncle Phil said he'd look after
us until they got home. After they left to go eat, Uncle Phil
told us to get into our PJ's. He sent Mac and 'Lije off to bed-"

"An' I wasn't even sleepy!" Elijah remarked.

"And then he told me to sit on the couch with him and watch TV.
I felt...well, proud, 'cause he was treating me like I
was...older, you know, more mature". Paul nodded, encouraging
the boy to speak. "He cuddled me a bit, which was nice, you
know, and, uh, touched my legs a bit, which was nice too. I
thought he wanted to make out, you know, some kissing, maybe
even ask me to blow him. I would have done it, too. I liked him,
see".

"You're doing great, hon", his mother whispered.

"But then, without asking or anything, he just pulled me over
his lap and ripped my PJ's off me. Tore 'em and everything. He
put his hand over my mouth so I couldn't yell, and jammed his
finger up my butt. It hurt. Then he said 'lie there and don't
make a sound - you've been asking for this' - but I hadn't, I
really hadn't. I would have let him do it if he'd been gentle,
but he was too rough. He fucked me, really hard, it hurt, and
then he just...left. He left me an' 'Lije an' Mac all alone!"

Paul still had hold of Mason's hand as he recounted the terrible
night of his rape at the hands of his Uncle. He gave it a little
squeeze of reassurance. "What did you do?"

The boy looked over at his brother. The two boys, despite the
superficial animosity that often exists between close-born
brothers, shared a strong fraternal bond. "I woke Mac up. He
made the restaurant booking, so he knew the phone number. We
called Mom and Dad, and they came home. We never saw Uncle Phil
since then".

"Stupid bastard", remarked Gene Mathewson.

"Darling!" Helen began to remonstrate.

"I mean it", he continued, not to be silenced. "He did a stupid,
stupid thing to our boy, and it was so...so needless. You heard
what Mason said - he would have welcomed Phil's attentions, had
he been the least bit gentle with him, but no, he had to go and
violently take something that would have been freely offered
anyway. The jerk". He turned to Paul. "That's why I was
surprised when you said it was Mason flirting with you - ever
since...well, ever since that night he has been a bit withdrawn,
especially around men. I guess I'm really...well,
pleased...that's he's started to...er, reach out again".

"Poor lamb, couldn't ride his bike for a week afterwards", Helen
reflected.

"So, you've already heard the worst of it, Paul. What do you
think? Still want to date our boy?" Gene asked.

"Darling, I think Mason should have a say in proceedings, don't
you?" Helen proposed.

"Well, of course, it's all entirely up to Mason, that goes
without saying. But what I mean is, does it change your mind,
Paul? Now that you know?"

Paul looked at Mason and smiled. "I think I admire him even more
now than I did when he first blew me a kiss. And I earnestly
hope he still feels the same way. About me, I mean", Paul added.

"Oh, that's another thing", Gene exclaimed, suddenly
remembering. "I nearly forgot, and I guess it might be
important... to some men, anyway. Mason's a kind
of...well...slow developer, I guess you could say. He takes
after my side of the family in that regard. He's...what? twelve
and a half, nearly? and hasn't had an ejaculation yet. That's
right, isn't it, Mason? Still having dry cums?" Gene asked his
son.

"Yeah, Dad, although it's a bit hard to tell with that lotion
Mom got for me, it makes it all moist under my foreskin when I
ja- er, masturbate, so maybe I'm missing something, but...no
droplets yet, Dad", Mason modestly replied.

"And no new developments in the hair department either, son?"
his Dad continued. Mason shook his head slowly: no pubics to
report - again. Macauley smirked, but held his tongue. "Well,
now that you've got the full picture, Paul, would you still like
to...er, be involved...with our little Mason?"

"If he'll have me - I hope I'm not the kind of man that judges a
boy on superficial things like ability or otherwise to make
sperm, or hair growth. What's in a boy's heart is more important
to me, and I can already tell Mason has a heart full of love"

Mason's answer was swift and uncompromising. He jumped out of
his seat and planted a big kiss on Mr Franklin's lips, hugging
him tightly around the neck as he did so.

Gene smiled. "Well, I think that's settled. Would you like to
come to dinner one night this week, Paul - get to know Mase on
his home turf, so to speak. That will give Helen and I a chance
to get to know you a little better, before we inflict Mason on
you for a whole evening - or maybe an overnight!"

"Da-ad!" Mason whined. Paul loved the sound of that unbroken
voice, even when he was complaining.

* * *

Paul Franklin arrived early for his dinner engagement at the
Mathewson's. Like any good suitor, he came bearing gifts: a
bottle of reasonably priced wine for Gene, flowers for Helen, a
chocolate bar for young Elijah, and a music CD for Macauley. He
took quite a bit of time selecting the gifts, and spent the most
time choosing one for Mason. In the end he settled on an
overlong hand-knitted muffler in the same colours as that worn
by Harry Potter in the series of movies that bear his name.

But it was Macauley who answered his knock. "Hi, Mr Franklin",
he greeted his brother's suitor, "Come in, Mase is expecting
you", he advised, holding the heavy door open. Paul was slightly
taken aback to see that Macauley was already in his PJ's, if you
could call it that - no shirt, and the skimpiest pair of shorts
he had ever seen on a boy. Well, it did feel like the house was
centrally heated, after all. Paul dismissed the concern from his
mind.

"Everyone's in the sitting room - come on through", Macauley
invited, bawling out "He's here!" at the top of his voice before
showing Paul into the sitting room.  The whole family was
assembled; Elijah also in PJ's (though much more modest than his
brother), Mr and Mrs Mathewson in comfortable after-work attire,
and Mason, the boy who had dominated all his waking (and
sleeping) thoughts for the last three days, in a dress shirt,
tie, long slacks and polished leather shoes.

"My goodness, but you look handsome this evening, Mason" he
complimented. The boy blushed, and his parents beamed.

"Come and sit here, Mr Franklin, next to me", Helen Mathewson
urged, patting a cushion on the sofa next to herself. Of course,
that also put him next to Mason, who was seated at the other
end.

Mr Mathewson began the interrogation. "Thank you for the gifts,
Mr  Franklin, uh, Paul  - you really needn't have". But he gave
a sly smile to show that he was secretly chuffed. "Now, the
other night, at the Pizza Palazzo, we shared quite a lot about
our family, the boys especially. Before I, ah, let you, um, get
more acquainted with my son, I feel I have the, um, the right
to, er..."

"What my husband is saying, Paul, is that we just want to be
sure that you are the...right man for Mason...at this time. Can
you tell us, have you...been intimate with other boys before?"
Helen asked.

Gene chipped in. "The only reason we ask is...well, we know some
families let their boys start dating when they turn ten, but,
uh, Helen and I are a bit old-fashioned; we think our boys
should be at least twelve before they step out with a beau. And
we also wouldn't want...er, an inexperienced man trying to show
our son about...love, and suchlike. The blind leading the blind,
and all that, you know".

Paul shifted on his seat as he considered his answer. "It's a
fair question, and...I'm glad you asked. In fact, I've had a few
relationships with boys: my first was quite a few years ago now,
with a boy I tutored in piano - he was ten when we, er, started,
and we carried it on for over a year. By the time we parted -
his family moved to Idaho - I had taken him to bed over a
hundred times. He was timid when I first met him, but in a
matter of months he was taking my penis with comfort - and
delight, I must say".

"Another one of my boyfriends was a neighbour boy - he was
eleven when his father asked me to give him some help with his
homework. Well, I helped him with that, all right, and more
besides. He joined me in my bed that first night, and for the
next three weeks as well. I took him from ingenue to insatiable
inside half a year".

"I take it you've had all the...er, I mean, you're healthy,
right? Nothing we should know about in the, uh...disease
department?" Gene enquired.

"I get a full physical twice a year. I'll leave you my doctor's
name and you can satisfy yourself", Paul answered confidently.

Helen Mathewson smiled at him. "Your credentials are indeed
satisfactory, Mr Franklin. Gene and I would be more than pleased
for you to court our son. We, er, hope that you would take
matters gradually and carefully, and bear in mind his, ah,
unfortunate experience with my brother. And now, shall you join
us for dinner?".

The family meal was as pleasurable as any Paul had enjoyed. One
disconcerting feature, however, was that Macauley seemed to have
taken over the role of flirt from his older brother. When he
brought the main course out from the kitchen (Mason having been
excused from serving duties for the evening due to his guest),
Macauley brushed his bare arm up against Paul's bare arm. At
first, Paul took it to be an accident, but later, when he took
the empty dishes away, Macauley tipped a fork into Paul's lap,
then grabbed at it before Paul could retrieve it. Not only did
he grab the fork, but a generous handful of Paul's dick as well.

Later, when serving the sweets, Macauley seemed intent on
bending from the waist to pick up something from the floor right
next to Paul's chair - which meant his skimpily clad bottom was
waving about only inches from the guest. When all the dishes had
been cleared, and everyone except Helen was back in the sitting
room, Macauley took her place on the sofa next to Paul, and
punctuated every comment with a hand on Paul's thigh.

Gene got the ball rolling by asking Mac and Elijah to take
themselves into the TV room to give Paul and Mason a little
private time. "Next time you come over, Mason can take you up to
his room, but for now, we'd like to take things slow and steady,
if that's okay, Paul?"

"Absolutely!", the man replied, looking forward to a little
one-on-one with Mason on the couch, even though any member of
the family could wander into the sitting room at any time. With
the little brothers gone, and Mr Mathewson also departed to help
his wife in the kitchen, the two would-be lovers had the room -
and the couch - to themselves. "Finally!" he murmured to Mason,
who twisted in his seat to reach his face towards Paul and gave
him a peck on the cheek.

"That's for the muffler - and the other stuff. You didn't have
to, you know", he whispered.

Paul bent down a little to return the kiss, this one on the
forehead. "I know. I just wanted to. Your folks are nice
people".

Mason smiled. "They're a bit strict, sometimes. Like, they made
me take this oral sex proficiency course in school, even though
I already knew most of it anyway, from practicing with Mac. And
one time - last year, I think it was - I dared Macauley to walk
to town and back naked, and he did it, but a lot of Mom's
friends saw him, and he got busted, and we both got grounded
for, like, two whole days!"

"They still do those courses in schools? They had those back in
my day!"

"Oh, yeah. To pass Civics, you gotta do at least three of 'em. I
took the oral one that Mom and Dad wanted me to do, and Anal
Hygiene 101, and...um...oh yeah, Gay Male Submissiveness. I got
a B+ in that one!"

"Good for you!" Paul complimented the boy, giving him a squeeze
around the shoulders with his free arm to reinforce his praise.

"Mac is just starting to take the sex ed courses now. I think
he's doing Gay Seduction at the moment. He did Bondage last
term"

"Sounds like you and Mac are very close" Paul murmured, casually
stroking Mason's ash-coloured hair.

"Yeah, I guess", Mason agreed, trying to burrow under Paul's
arm. "He can be a pain sometimes, but he's a good kid"

"Hey! I am not a pain, and I ain't a kid, either" Macauley
yelled, bursting from behind the couch where he had been spying
on the two neophyte lovers. His yell caused all hell to break
loose. Mason, shocked at Mac's intrusion, started to sob
quietly, and Helen strode in from the kitchen to castigate Mac.

"I warned you about this, Macauley Mathewson!" she declared
sternly, pointing a serving spoon at him that still had soap
suds clinging to it. "I told you to let Mason enjoy some time
with Mr Franklin! I warned you to show some respect! Now, look
what you've done - you know how hard it is for your brother,
after what Uncle Phil did, to get the courage to let a man hold
him! I'm very disappointed in you, young man!"

Macauley stood in front of his mother, still wearing only the
short shorts. "Sorry, Ma'am", he mumbled to the floor.

"I think you should make it up to your brother right now! Kneel
in front of him and suck him off right this minute! And then Mr
Franklin can give you a spanking!" she ordered.

Mason looked up, his tear-streaked face a mask of misery. "No,
Mom, I don't want him to! I only want...Mr Franklin to...do
it...Please?" he wailed.

Mrs Mathewson's frown softened. She lowered the spoon to a less
threatening position. "Well...all right...But you still get the
spanking, young man! Park your keister over Mr Franklin's lap
and be quick about it!"

"Yes, Ma'am", Macauley murmured contritely, but as he stepped
over to the couch and draped his body tummy down across Paul's
thigh's, the man thought for a brief instant that he detected a
glimmer of a smirk, a self-satisfied twinkle on the boy's face.
Maybe this 'punishment' wasn't going to be as unwelcome as
Macauley was pretending!

"On his bare bottom, please, Paul. You're a part of the family
now, and I trust you will spank him properly. Just drag those
shorts down and...oh, give them to me, I'll put them in his room
later".

Paul draped one arm over Macauley's upper back, and tugged the
boy's PJ shorts down as requested, handing them to Mrs
Mathewson. With Mason sitting at the end of the couch, head in
hands, his chest heaving occasionally, Paul applied several
sharpish slaps to Macauley's butt, alternating between cheeks as
they reddened.

Slap! "Oh!" Slap! "Oh!" the routine sounded. After a dozen
wallops, and a dozen answering cries from Macauley, Paul looked
up at Mrs Mathewson for direction. She gave a "that's enough"
nod, then told her middle son to get up and apologise.

Macauley levered himself up out of Paul's lap and stood naked in
front of him. "Sorry, Mr Franklin, I shouldn'ta spied on you an'
Mason". The eleven year old held out his hand to shake with
Paul, but the man hardly noticed it at first - he was looking at
Macauley's throbbing dick, pulsing with a life of its own,
bobbing up and down in the throes of a pre-teen orgasm,
obviously brought on by the spanking.

"Uh, very well, Macauley", he said, distracted, taking the
proffered hand. "I'm glad to see you take your punishment like a
man"

"Yes Sir", the boy replied, lifting his gaze just a fraction to
allow Paul to see the tiniest of grins on his pouty lips.

Helen Mathewson ordered the boy to his room. "And take these
with you!" she commanded, handing the boy his pyjama shorts.
Macauley slipped away, leaving the three of them in the sitting
room. She turned to her other son. "I think it might be time to
say goodnight to Mr Franklin, darling. Why don't you go out on
the porch for a minute with him. And honey" she added, "undo
your belt and your top trouser button, in case Mr Franklin wants
to put his hand down the front of your pants."

"Yes, mom", the boy answered, fiddling with his clothing as Paul
shook hands with Mrs Mathewson.

"I hope we'll see you again, and soon, Paul. Thanks for helping
with Macauley. He needs...well, anyway, see you soon, maybe."
The man smiled, and accompanied his young friend out the door
and onto the porch.

Leaving the boy on the landing, Paul descended to the second top
step, putting their faces closer to a level height. "Thanks
for...an interesting evening...and dinner, of course. Do you
mind if I call you 'Mase', like your family does?"

The boy lowered his head. Man and boy stood inches apart. "I
always wanted...a friend who would call me a special name.
Something no-one else knows", he murmured, suddenly looking up
into Paul's eyes.

"I'd love to. A special name, for a special boy. Did you have
anything in mind?"

The boy hesitated. "Promise you won't laugh?"

Paul crossed his heart. "Word of honour", he swore.

"I've got...a really small one...my dick, I mean. Well, compared
to Macauley, anyway, and he's more'n a year younger than me. And
all the guys at school. Even Elijah's is bigger'n mine! But I
don't mind, as long...as long as you don't. Mine's tiny,
like...one of those statues of boys in ancient Greece. Like
Ganymede, that was carried away to Mount Olympus by the king of
the gods. You...you could be my Zeus", Mason finished with a
whisper.

Paul put his mouth close to the boy's ear. "And you can be my
little Gany...only I need to be sure it's as small as you say it
is. Unzip for me, Gany" he breathed into the boy's ear. Mason
sighed and pulled down the zipper of his slacks, his tummy
flittering inside as Mr Franklin's fingers glided down it on the
way to the waistband of his underwear.

"May I?" Paul asked, his fingers hesitating at the elastic.

"Oh yesss. Please..." Mason sighed. Paul's deft fingers slid
beneath the elasticised waist of Mason's underpants. Paul heard
Mason's breath catch as he found the hot little rod of flesh,
and caressed it. "Oh, yesss..." the boy sighed again. Paul
silenced the boy's moans with his lips, kissing him deeply while
his fingers played a virtuosic tune on Mason's fleshy flute.

Paul broke off the kiss and moved his mouth back to the boy's
ear. "I don't want to bring you off, my dearest Gany - not out
here, not yet. On our next date, in your room...in your
bed...Until then...will you...think of me when you masturbate
tonight?"

"Oh, yesss, Mr Franklin...I...I love you so much..." the boy
moaned. "My Zeus..."

Paul withdrew his hand and zipped his young lover's trousers up.
He tousled the boy's hair and gave him a final peck on the lips
before walking to his car. Neither the man nor the boy noticed
the open window upstairs, or the faint silhouette of Macauley,
standing silently in his darkened
bedroom...watching...listening...

* * *

"Oh, mom, he's...wonderful!" Mason gasped as he threw himself
into his mother's waiting arms back in the sitting room.

She patted his head. "Yes, darling, he seems a fine man. You're
a very lucky boy. Are you going to masturbate tonight?"

Mason giggled and said "Mr Franklin made me so hard, I'll
probably have to do it twice! He said I could...think of
him...when I did it. I think I love him, mom!"

"Even a blind man could see that, darling. Now, I put a new tube
of lotion by your bed, and a cum rag to wipe up with when you're
done. Off you go now, and have nice dreams."

Letting go of his mother, Mason gave a wan smile. "I don't think
I'll need the rag...just yet, anyway"

"I know we keep telling you not to worry about it, and that
it'll happen in its own time, but look here: Mr Franklin doesn't
seem to mind that you don't make sperm yet, does he? You know,
Mase, just maybe, he prefers boys that are still dry cummers -
remember what he said about the other boys he had relationships
with? They sounded pretty young to me. So just make the most of
it, darling - enjoy it while you still can."

Mason gave his mom a goodnight kiss on the cheek. "Thanks mom -
you're the best!" He gave her a big smile and ran up the stairs
towards his bedroom.

He spotted the cum rag on his bedside table as soon as he opened
his bedroom door - but where was the lotion? She said she bought
him a new tube; it wasn't as though he used that much of it:
maybe one tube per fortnight or three weeks. Not like Macauley -
he went through about two tubes a week! And Elijah - well, he
was still using the same one she bought him three months ago.
Wait a minute - Macauley was always 'borrowing' his stuff; maybe
he ran out of lotion and borrowed that, too?

He undressed, hung up his clothes and put on his PJ's. Still
puzzled about the lotion - and still erect - he decided to check
out Macauley's room; maybe his brother borrowed it and left it
lying around in there.

Mason snuck quietly to Macauley's door and listened - no sound.
He edged it open and slipped inside. The drawn curtains on the
window let in the moon's soft light. He could see Macauley,
naked on his bed, face down, with one knee pulled up. Suddenly,
Mac started to moan softly. He shifted a little on the bed, and
the ghostly moonlight fell on his buns - and the end of a dildo
wedged between them!

Mason gasped softly before covering his mouth. So that's where
it went, he thought. His dad had bought him a dildo shortly
after his encounter with Uncle Phil. Gene was concerned his son
might have some lingering issues with penetration, so the dildo
was supposed to be a kind of self-administered therapy. Mason
tried it a few times - it was a six-inch ribbed model - but he
could never get it in, not even the first inch. Now here in
front of him, his younger brother had the whole thing jammed up
his ass, and he looked like he was trying, in his sleep, to
shove it in even deeper.

"Oh, Paul, yesss..." Macauley moaned softly. Mason's hands
tightened into little fists. Not only did his brother steal his
dildo, and his lube, but now he was dreaming about Mr Franklin!
His manfriend!

He listened intently. Macauley writhed slowly on the bed. "Ooh,
yess, mmm, Paul, mmm, give it...zzzzz.....uh, mmm, so
goood...more, go harder, mmm, all night, uhhh, do it faster,
mmm...."

Mason had heard enough. He didn't need the tube of lotion any
more, as his own erection had wilted. He eased through the
doorway and crept back to his own room, already beginning to
sob. What was he going to do? By any standards, Macauley would
make a better boyfriend for Mr Franklin than his own miserable
self. Mac was better looking, sexier, he sure was hornier,
younger, and still a virgin...He had everything Mason lacked.
Mason sighed. He sent Mr Franklin a text message
"Gany+Zeus4ever", then cried himself to sleep.

When Macauley heard his older brother leave the room, he
carefully expelled the dildo from his bottom and wiped it off.
He was pretty sure his brother got an eyeful, and pretending to
sleeptalk was the clincher. He was going to get Mason's
manfriend off him, for sure.

* * *

Paul Franklin accepted Mason's invitation to lunch on the
following Saturday. "We usually just have salad and sandwiches
outside on the deck, if the weather is nice", the boy explained.
"Dad said you could bring another bottle of that wine, if you
want. And bring your bathers - we got a pool. And Mom said that
after lunch, I could take you up to my room for a while to...you
know" his voice dropped to a whisper.

"I'd love to come to lunch, thanks. And...would my Gany like me
to bring anything... special?"

The boy giggled. He loved talking to Mr Franklin, and listening
to his voice! "Only an appetite...for whatever!" he parried,
chuckling.

* * *

Elijah opened the door this time, clad in a white bathtowel.
"Oh!" he observed. "It's only you! That's a relief!" He stripped
off the towel and threw it on a nearby chair, revealing his
all-over suntan. "Mom says we gotta wear a stupid towel when we
answer the door, until we know who it is", he explained. He
stood aside to let Paul enter, and turned to the back of the
house and bawled "Maaay-son! He's heeere!" at the top of his
voice.

Mason's head appeared around a corner, followed by the rest of
his body, also clad in only a towel. "Hi, Mr Franklin!" he
called, smiling, as a naked Elijah ran past him towards the back
door.

"Hi yourself! Hope I'm not interrupting some kind of communal
bathing ritual or something" Paul replied. He held his arms
open, allowing the boy to cuddle up to him.

"Nah! Mom and dad say we hafta be careful in the house when
someone's at the door, but they let us swim nude all the time.
Come on out!" he explained, grabbing his older friend by the
hand and pulling him through the kitchen to the open back door.
"He's here!" he declared to the rest of his family, even though
nobody could have failed to register Elijah's earlier screamed
announcement.

"Welcome again, Paul", Helen greeted him from her sunlounge. "I
see you brought a bottle with you for Gene, you naughty man!
He'll have to do an extra half-hour on the treadmill for that!"

"Hi Paul, great day for it!" Gene observed, lying back on his
own sunlounge, empty wineglass in his hand. "A little dry for
the time of year, though, don't you think?" he mused, waving the
empty glass in Paul's general direction.

"Message received, loud and clear", Paul chuckled as he
unscrewed the bottle and poured a few ounces into the waiting
glass. He looked at the pool and saw the two younger boys
splashing about. "I was thinking of inviting Mason for a day out
at Mount Splashbare Park tomorrow, but maybe he'd be bored with
it, having his own pool already..." he remarked to Helen and
Gene.

"No I wouldn't!" Mason yelled. "I'd love to go! Can I, Mom? uh,
Dad? Pleeease?"

Helen smiled. "I think that's a fine idea. Thank you for
inviting Mason, Paul. He's usually well behaved, but if he's
not, you know what to do..."

"Yayy! Thanks, Mom!" Mason shouted gleefully.

An echoing yell emanated from the direction of the pool. "Can I
come too...Mister Franklin?" Macauley shouted, too loudly for
any of the adults to pretend they didn't hear.

"Yeah, me too!" Elijah chimed in, equally deafening.

There was a pause in the tumult, one of those moments when you
know something, or someone, has to give. Paul turned to Mason
and said "It's your day out - you'll have to decide. I'll leave
it up to you."

Mason knew he better say something quickly, otherwise whatever
he said would seem ...calculated, and he wasn't really that kind
of boy. "Sure!" he said, not very confidently. "Let's all go".

"You're a good boy, Mason. You made the right choice", his
mother told him in a voice not loud enough to carry to the pool,
where Macauley and Elijah had resumed their splashing game. "And
you can take that towel off now darling - Mr Franklin has
already felt it, he might as well see it all. He will tomorrow
anyway."

"Yes, Mom", Mason complied, uncinching his towel and draping it
over a plastic chair next to Paul's and sitting on it. He looked
somehow younger when nude, Paul thought, appraising his young
friend's naked form. Ravishing, still. More vulnerable, too.

Gene came to life. "That's right - now I remember - Splashbare
is that naturist swim park that had the legal trouble...had to
close it down, didn't they?"

"Only for a brief time while the owners and the morally outraged
duked it out in the State Supreme Court", Paul answered. "Five
judges to two ruled that they could stay in business if they
provided separate areas for each of the sexes. So it reopened a
month ago, split into three zones: men, women, and families."

"Sounds like a fair compromise - I'm guessing you'll be taking
the boys to the family section", Helen remarked.

"Well", answered Paul, smiling, "the way they've set it up, the
family section is the only part that admits kids anyway -
unaccompanied adults have to go to the other two zones".

Helen looked around. "You seem terribly overdressed, Paul - here
we all are, nude as jaybirds or in our swimsuits, and you're
still in shoes, slacks and shirt! Mason, darling, take Mr
Franklin up to your room so he can change into something more
comfortable. We'll be eating lunch in about twenty minutes" she
added, with a twinkle in her eye.

"Sure, Mom", Mason grinned, grabbing Paul's hand and pulling him
to his feet. His little cock was stiff before he reached the
doorway.

"Hey!" Macauley yelled from the middle of the pool, "where are
they goin'?"

"Mind your business, young man", Helen cautioned him.

* * *

Paul knew that it was obligatory to compliment a boy's bedroom
decor, but in Mason's case it was genuine delight that he was
able to express.  Plenty of books, neatly shelved; no posters of
rock stars but instead prints from the French Impressionists; an
Amish quilt on the bed; no clothes strewn on the floor - all in
all, a reflection of a tidy mind. "Your room looks nice, Gany -
it's very 'you'."

Mason smiled shyly. "Would my Lord Zeus like
some...ah...help...undressing...Sire?", the naked boy asked
sheepishly.

Paul instantly decided to go along with Mason's fantasy. Helen
said they had twenty minutes, after all. "I desire that my most
loyal servant Ganymede undress me! Then I shall express the full
measure...every drop...of my gratitude...upon him."

Mason blushed, licked his lips and began pulling at Paul's belt.
"Does my Lord...wish his unworthy servant to...receive
his....nectar?". Belt undone, the zipper soon followed. Paul's
slacks sagged down his thighs as Mason drew his boxers down to
expose his cock.

"My servant should receive my nectar...on his knees" Paul
commanded. Mason instantly sank to the floor, bringing his face
level with Paul's horizontal cock. "No hands must touch the
divine staff", he cautioned the boy, "only my servant's lips and
tongue may be used". Mason whimpered as Paul pulled his shirt
over his head to expose his muscular chest. The boy closed his
eyes and opened his mouth, leaning in to enclose Paul's
pulsating prick. The fantasy he allowed himself to be caught up
in was intensely erotic for Paul - none of his previous young
friends had the imagination to initiate such a scenario. He was
so turned on, he didn't even try to hold back - and the tiny
vibrations of Mason's humming weren't helping his control,
either. He shot off in the boy's mouth.

"Hold..uhhh...my nectar in your...unh...unh...mouth, loyal
servant" he gasped as he unloaded three days' worth into the
warm orifice. Mason struggled to keep his mouth tightly sealed
as Paul withdrew. He picked the boy up and lay him down on his
bed, arms out wide, and lay beside him.

"Now", Paul whispered, looking into Mason's eyes, "my servant
will swallow my nectar and declare his undying love for his
Master".

The boy's eyes fell shut as he let the slimy goo trickle down
his throat. "Ganymede offers his unworthy body to his Master,
Lord Zeus, for life", whispered Mason, holding Paul's gaze.

Paul was amazed at the profundity of the boy's abject
submission. Obviously Mason should have gotten more than just a
B+ in that sex ed subject he took, Paul thought. "And Zeus
rewards his servant's loyalty and devotion with the fullness of
earthly pleasure", he murmured to the boy before moving
downwards to Mason's quivering cock and engulfing it in his
mouth.

"Oh!" Mason gasped. "Oh, my Lord!" he whimpered. "Oh, Master!"
he moaned. "I am ...in Elysium!" he groaned, frantically jerking
his hips upwards in a dry orgasm that threatened to break Paul's
nose.

The two lovers cuddled for about five minutes as they regained
their composure. "You...are one hot little number, Master
Mathewson. I shall have to take a large stick with me to Mount
Splashbare to keep all the other men away from you. Because they
can't have you, only I can!"

Mason stretched his arms, luxuriating in the after-sex glow.
"And I will have to keep you away from Mac!" he replied.

"Mac? You mean Macauley? Your brother? Why?" Paul responded,
puzzled.

"I think he wants you. I think he overheard us the other night.
And Mom and Dad won't let him date until he is twelve, and I'm
pretty sure he can't wait that long. He's really, uh, horny, you
know, and...he usually gets what he wants"

Paul considered this statement for a few moments. "How do you
feel about that, darling?"

Mason smiled and snuggled deeper in Paul's embrace on hearing
his friend use that word, the word his mother used most of the
time for him. "Well, uh, he is my brother ...I love him...and we
usually share most of the time...but I'm tempted to be selfish
when it comes to you. Maybe if he sees we're...together...he'll
back off?"

Paul mulled that idea over in his mind. "Okay. Let's give it a
go. But how will you feel if, as you say, he does have designs
on me, and he...tries to seduce me?"

Mason gazed up at his ceiling. "I guess...I'll have to trust
you...to think of me, even if he throws himself at you. I do
trust you, you know. But I know that men have... desires...that
they sometimes lose control over...Mac is a sexy boy,
more...relaxed about it than me...And even if Mac does...you
know... get you, uh, into bed, I won't... you know, go crazy or
anything...I know you'll come back to me..."

Paul stroked the boy's chest and tummy slowly. "You really are a
most remarkable boy, Ganymede, you know that? I bet if Cupid
himself said to you 'Move over, squirt, Zeus belongs to me now',
you would stand aside. Remind me - uh, remind Zeus - to reward
his Ganymede with the rim job of a lifetime - you earned it.
Now, let's rejoin the rest of your folks, before they send out a
search party."

* * *

The first thing Mason did when he returned to the pool deck was
give his mother a big kiss on the cheek. "I don't have to ask
what that was for - your smile can probably be seen from outer
space. Tell me about it later, darling", she said.

"Thanks, Mom" was all Mason could get out. The salad and
sandwich luncheon was all prepared when the two lovers
reappeared, so all that was left for them to do was eat, which
they did, with gusto. Macauley and Elijah jumped out of the pool
and joined them - Macauley erect, Elijah flaccid. Macauley took
every opportunity to brush up against Paul - an arm, a thigh,
even his stiff pecker. Mason gave Paul a shy smile each time he
saw his brother's juvenile attempts at seduction.

After lunch, and the obligatory hour's wait, the three boys
cajoled Paul into the pool. Mason, not being a strong swimmer,
floated demurely away from the frivolity, allowing his two
younger brothers to cavort with Paul. They tried to dunk him,
and when that did not succeed, they tried to pull his bathers
down. Eventually, Mrs Mathewson called a halt, and the four
males piled out of the pool.

"I think it's time we let Mr Franklin escape back to his home,
boys. Mason, darling, would you take Paul up to your room so he
can change back into his street clothes? Thank you dear."

Seeing Mason naked for the last few hours left Paul with the
impression that it was his natural state, but of course, boys
tend to wear clothes in public life. Not tomorrow, he thought -
we'll all be naked at the naturist theme park. "I had another
wonderful afternoon with you and your family, Ganymede" Paul
confided as he slipped down his bathers - the ones Macauley and
Elijah tried in vain to remove in the pool.

The two were alone in Mason's room again - but this time the
urgency to satiate their desires was no longer there. They had
experienced the utter joy of a climax with each other - not the
overwhelming completeness of penetration, not yet - and they
were content to be in each other's company for a few moments
before their ordinary lives intruded yet again.  "That was a
very generous thing you did, out there, letting your brothers
come with us tomorrow", he said.

Mason shrugged. "It's fate. I can't keep Mac away from you
forever. Either I will keep you, or..." The two lovers hugged,
still nude. "You better get dressed. And get a good night's
sleep. We are going to go on so many rides tomorrow!" the boy
smiled.

* * *

"Do we really get to go naked all day?" Elijah asked for the
fifteenth time as Paul's car neared the water park. "What if I
get a boner?"

"A shark bites it off", Macauley teased, before Paul assured
young Elijah that no, there were no sharks at Mount Splashbare
Park, and no, nobody would mind if he got a boner, or even two
boners.

"I wanna go on the Tumble-Twirler!" Macauley declared. "Will you
come with me, Mr Franklin? Pleeease?"

Paul shot a glance at Mason. "Of course, Mac, I'd love to. I
expect we'll all have a great day". He piloted the car into a
space and the boys piled out, each one pulling on a small
back-pack. "Three children and one adult in the family zone,
please", he told the ticket girl when they arrived at the main
gate. Within a few minutes they were inside the park, looking
for a good position that would be their home base and
rendezvous.

"Where are the dressing rooms, Mr Franklin?" Macauley asked as
the excited group picked their way across the artificial grass
towards a row of shelters surrounding two sides of a large wave
pool.

"Well, Mac, since it is a naturist park, they decided there was
no need for dressing rooms - people just find a comfy spot, and
strip off then and there. There are still bathrooms, of
course...nobody expects anyone to, er, take a dump in public".

Macauley gasped softly as they walked. The idea of taking a
dump...with everybody watching...watching him...If he didn't
already have a boner from sheer exuberance, he certainly had one
now. Paul led the three boys to a vacant table and chair
setting, and put his backpack on top, 'claiming' the space. The
boys followed suit. "Bet I can strip off faster than you,
Elijah!" Paul challenged, and the race was on.

Shoes, socks, shirt flew everywhere. "Mason will be slowest, Mr
Franklin - he takes forever!" Elijah informed him as he dragged
his undies off and pumped the air with one victorious hand.

"Good boy, Elijah! Now, come here and I'll put your sunscreen
on. Where's your tube?" By the time he located the sun lotion in
Elijah's backpack, the other two boys had completed undressing
and stood patiently waiting for their turn at being lathered
with the protective potion. At least, Mason did. Macauley hopped
around, trying to look everywhere at once, eager to get started
on the rides, commenting on everything he could see or was
thinking of.

"Now your turn, Mac", Paul said, squeezing some more gel onto
his hands. Face to face with his brother's boyfriend, within
touching distance, was almost more than Macauley could bear.

"So much hair", he murmured, looking at Paul's muscular torso.
"So...big" he sighed, looking down at Paul's groin. He looked at
his brother plaintively.

Mason gave a little frown. "Okay, you can touch, Mac. Just
don't..." The rest of his sentence was unheeded. As Paul coated
Macauley with a thin sheen of protective lotion, Macauley ran
his fingers through the curly auburn hair of Paul's chest,
sighing as he did so.

"Who...who gets to put lotion on you, Mr Franklin?", he
breathed, his fingertips still caressing the hirsute adult.

"Um...that would be my job, Mac", Mason pointed out. Paul was
inwardly amused and concerned at this byplay between the
brothers. He hoped his relationship with Mason could withstand
Macauley's blatant scheming.

"There's lotsa kids with boners, Mr Franklin", Elijah happily
reported, having surveyed the scene while waiting for his
brothers "And guess what? There's girls here too!".

"Ewwww!" Macauley and Mason chorused.

"Now, boys, that's quite enough of that. See, Elijah, plenty of
boys with boners - you guys will fit right in" he replied,
smoothing the cool creamy gel over Mason's supple body. "Now
before you all run away, let me explain how we'll work things.
This is our base, our stuff will be safe here. I'll come back
here every fifteen minutes or so, so if you need anything, come
here and wait here for me and I'll be along. Lunch is when you
get hungry, or one o'clock, whichever comes first. Drink plenty
of water, and I'll put more sunscreen on you after lunch".

The two younger boys ran off screaming with delight. Mason hung
back to talk to Paul. "Shall I put your screen on now...Paul?"
he asked softly, using the familiar form of address for the
first time. He decided he was way past 'Mr Franklin', unless it
was in front of his brothers or parents.

"Please do, my young friend", Paul replied, smiling.

"You are really hairy!" Mason observed as he smoothed the cream
over the man's upper body. "I think Macauley likes hairy men.
Especially when they have big, uh, penises", he added.

"Do you want me to shave my chest hair off? I can have it waxed
or something if you'd prefer it that way?" Paul enquired.

"No! Don't...I...like it. It looks...manly...on you" Mason
quickly averred.

"Your hands are very soft, Gany" Paul whispered.

"I live only to...serve my Lord Zeus", the boy breathed softly.
"Uh...do you...remember the other night when you...gave Mac a
spanking? He was hiding behind the sofa and he..." Paul nodded.
"Well, I was thinking, I know Mac enjoyed it, like, it wasn't a
punishment at all for him, but...did you...like it? I mean, did
it...uh...'cause if it did, um, if you did, then if you wanted
to, you could...I mean, I wouldn't mind, not really...as long as
it didn't hurt too...I mean...uh..."

Paul took hold of the boy's hips and steered him onto his lap.
"There are plenty of things I want to do to your beautiful
bottom, but spanking isn't one of them", he explained. "There
are some boys, like Mac I guess, who enjoy it. And there are
some men who like doing it. There's no need for you
to...sacrifice yourself just for something you think I might
want...okay?"

"I guess", Mason mumbled.

"Now, that reminds me - with you walking around here naked and
gorgeous as you are, you'll have a dozen men trying to court you
before lunchtime. So, I want you to wear this: it will let them
know that you are...spoken for!" Paul explained, taking a small
velvet pouch from his backpack.

"What..what is it?" Mason gasped, his chirpy voice eager with
excitement.

Paul untied the pouch's cord and tipped out a small necklace, a
fine gold chain with an amulet on it. "It's a Promise Pendant,
my Ganymede. If a boy promises himself to a man, he can wear one
of these to show other men that he is beloved by a man, and not
to be courted by another. Will you...wear it...for me?"

"It's...beautiful", the boy said simply as Paul draped the chain
over his thin neck. The pendant was in the shape of a pair of
interlocking masculine symbols, the circle with the arrow, one
smaller than the other. Mason shivered as the cool metal touched
his bare chest. The boy looked around at the other tables, saw
no-one, and whispered "Are we allowed to...do it here? I want
you...in my mouth..."

"Let's go round to the other side of the table", Paul suggested.
"You duck underneath and...ahhh". Mo more instruction was needed
- Mason's desire taught him all he required. To the casual
observer, a man was sitting at a table, minding the family's
towels and trinkets - the man had a satisfied smile on his face,
to be sure. To a more astute pair of eyes, that looked below the
surface, an ash-blonde boy's head rested in the man's crotch,
slowly moving up and down, a gold chain dangling from his neck.


* * *

Paul and Mason found Macauley and Elijah in the queue for the
Tumble-Twirler - a rather grand name for a winding cascade that
patrons descended on large inflatable donuts. Several of the
nearby boys in the queue sported boners, and Macauley's gaze was
drawn from one to the next as he fondled his own stiff cock.

"Can I ride down with you Mr Franklin? Pleeease" Macauley begged
Paul as they neared the head of the queue.

The man gave Mason a grimace of helplessness. In reply, the boy
simply shrugged and said "That's okay, you go with Mac". Mason
looked at Elijah. "Wanna go with me, 'Lije?" The youngest
brother grinned and nodded vigorously to indicate that it was
certainly alright with him.

A nude teen wearing only a pair of sunglasses and a bored
expression handed out the inflatable donuts at the top of the
Twirler as they became available from a chute. "How are we both
supposed to fit in this?" Paul asked Macauley, but before he
knew it the queue moved forward, tipping him into the beginning
of the ride. He shook his head to clear his wet hair from his
eyes, and found himself sitting in the donut, Macauley in his
lap, and heading towards the first bend in the Twirler.

"This is great, Mr Franklin - you got a boner!" Macauley yelled.
"Feel mine". Paul tried to keep a grip on Macauley's waist to
stop the wriggling boy from being dislodged in the twists and
bends of the Twirler, but that left the boy two free hands to
reach back and grab his hardening cock.

"Stick it in - I won't tell Mason" Macauley suggested, lowering
his voice - not really necessary because the screams and rushing
water drowned out all but the loudest shouts. Paul managed to
evade Mac's wriggling butt, out of loyalty to Mason, but his
will power was sorely tested by the horny boy, who had the twin
advantages of agility and carnal desire. Not a moment too soon
the plastic donut emerged from the last chicane into a small
settling pond, Mason and Elijah bumping into the back of them.

"Again, again" screamed Elijah, but Mason begged off.
Thankfully, Macauley offered to take him, leaving Paul and Mason
some time to themselves. Paul was silently thankful ('maybe Zeus
was watching over me', he thought wryly) that he did not have to
conceal anything from Mason about Mac's clumsy attempt at
intercourse on-the-fly. He dreaded the idea of Macauley having a
'secret affair' with him, and the entanglements that would
surely develop.

"Want an ice-cream cone, beautiful?" he asked the boy. Mason
blushed and looked around, to see if anyone heard. "It's okay",
Paul observed. "You're wearing my pendant - we're officially a
couple. We can say anything we like in full view of everyone and
there'd be no problem. And", he paused for emphasis, "there's a
matching ring, in the same design, that goes with the
pendant...but you only get that when we go...all...the...way!"

Mason blushed and looked at the ground. The two were holding
hands as they walked, and Mason's hand stopped swinging as he
paused to face his adult lover. "You mean, when
you...have...sexual intercourse...with me?"

Paul grinned back at him, hoping he didn't sound as lecherous as
he felt. "Exactly, my little cup-bearer...when you and I are
fully joined, with my member lodged in your cute little behind!
But there's no rush - let's have our ice-cream first!" he
finished with a chuckle.

* * *

The family zone of Mount Splashbare Park was populated with
plenty of fun rides, more than could be found in the other two
areas. Macauley made it his dual mission to sample every one of
them, and to brush his naked body up against Mr Franklin at
every possible opportunity. He truly believed that he bore his
brother Mason no ill-will, but he was not interested in waiting
another year until his parents agreed to let him start dating -
and Mason's manfriend was such a hunk! So he dragged Paul onto
the Splashenator, the Gurgler, the Double-Flusher, the five lane
Slip-a-Dipper and the Enematron, using every opportunity that
presented itself to touch, fondle, caress or just plain grab
Paul's virile organ, with a view to getting it up his own ass
before Mason got around to it.

Paul, however, had some experience with boys, especially with
the brothers of boys he had courted and deflowered over the last
few years. He deflected all of Macauley's forays, though they
left him with a more-or-less permanent half-erection, which to
Mac's eyes only served to make him all the more desirable. Poor
Mason wasn't equal to the task of competing with his brother; he
simply hoped that Paul would stick to his initial choice of him,
made at that pizza restaurant seemingly ages ago.

Eventually their good day out drew to a close. "Okay, time to
go, guys - there's an outdoor shower near the front gate, we'll
get dressed there", Paul directed. Groans of "Awwww!" from Mac
and Elijah were not enough to sway Paul's resolve, and with
baggage in one hand and Mason's hand in the other, he escorted
his brood homeward.

Elijah fell asleep in the car on the way home, not surprisingly.
Mason sat up front. A devilish idea occurred to Paul as he eased
the car onto the freeway. "Mason, darling, can you give me a
blowjob as we go? It relaxes me for freeway driving", he asked
the boy.

Mason grimaced. "Mac's still awake", he hissed back urgently.

"Yes, I'm sure he is. Just lean over and unzip me, loverboy, I
want to feel that hot mouth of yours on my cock again please.
Macauley, you can unbuckle and watch over the seat, if you like.
Undo your shorts as well, Mason dear, so I can play with your
bottom while you're getting a mouthful. Mac, you can masturbate
while you watch, if you want".

Scowling, Mason complied. Paul dropped a hand off the steering
wheel to feel around Mason's bottom. He heard Macauley's shorts
unzip in the back seat, and sensed his head peering over to
watch his older brother debase himself. "See how Mason moves his
head around, Mac? Not just up and down, but...urghhh...side to
side as well...uhhh ...he's a great little cocksucker, your
brother...if you want to catch a manfriend, you have to use more
than just your ass, remember that, Mac...and the best
cocksuckers are the ones that can detect when you're about to
come, then hold your semen in their mouths, waiting for
permission to spit or swallow...oh, you little angel, Mason,
that's fantastic, sit up and show your brother how it's done'.

Demoralised, his pride completely trampled, Mason sat up
obediently and opened his mouth, turning his head towards his
brother, who gasped in the throes of his own dry climax. "Good
boy. Now swallow all my sperms, Mason darling". The boy
complied.

* * *

"Can you wake Elijah and help him inside with his stuff,
Macauley?" Paul asked as he parked the car in the Mathewson's
driveway. The two younger brothers tumbled out of the car, as
Paul turned towards his boyfriend.

Mason sat, leaning against the door, trying to get as far away
from Paul as he could in the confined space of the front seat.
His arms folded tightly against his small chest, face set in a
scowl. "Why did you make me do that?" he whispered through
gritted teeth. "In front of Mac! Why?"

"I had to, darling, I-"

"Don't call me that!" Mason yelled.

"All right, I won't call you that, until you give me permission.
But I felt Mac had to be shown exactly how it is between a man
and his boy, between us, Mason. Otherwise he'll keep trying to
seduce me, like he did all day today. I want to be part of your
family, as your lover, Mason. Which means I have to be able to
get along with your mother and father, who are cool about
things, and with both of your brothers. Now Elijah is too young
to care, but Macauley...he can ruin everything for us, if he's
not handled very carefully. I've seen this happen before, and I
know it's taking a heavy toll on you, but I must ask you to
trust me. Trust your heart. I think you know deep down I
couldn't harm you...or us".

Somewhat mollified, Mason slumped against the seat. "Okay. But
you might have warned me!"

Paul chuckled. "And miss the expression on your face? Never!
Now, I'm going to come around to your side of the car, open your
door, and pick you up into my arms. Then I'm going to carry you
inside and ask your mother's permission to take you up to your
room. And then...remember that rim job I promised you? You know,
my rim jobs have been known to make boys scream with
pleasure..."

Mason looked back at him, an evil smirk replacing his former
scowl. "So why are we still sitting here, then...?"

* * *

"Is Mason alright? The other boys said nothing about...can he
walk?" Mrs Mathewson was full of questions for Paul as he
entered the house carrying Mason. The boy had his arms around
Paul's neck, Paul's hands supporting his bony butt.

"He's fine, Helen, just a bit tired and emotional", Paul
answered.

He swivelled on the spot to present Mason's face to his mother.
"I'm fine, Mom. We had a great day".

Paul swivelled back to face the boy's mother. "We did indeed,
Helen, an outstanding day. The rules of proper behaviour were
observed  by all and sundry, and a special mention must go to
Mason here, for his sheer unselfishness. In fact, I promised him
a little treat - and now is the time to make good on that
promise!"

"Oh?" Helen smiled. "Is today the big day? The big, hard,
ramrod-stiff, penetrating,  conquering day?" she chided.

"Mo-om!" Mason whined, still comfortable in the arms of his
manfriend.

"Not quite, but soon. Today, I am going to taste the delights of
the forbidden valley, to sup at the entrance to paradise itself,
and to kiss the twin moons of earthly delight!", Paul waxed
eloquently.

"Ah! A rim job, eh? It's been ages since... Well, anything I can
do? A mouthwash for afterwards, perhaps?" Helen enquired
sweetly.

"One thing, dear lady - if you could make sure that Macauley
does not come upstairs for the next hour or so. And - perhaps
turn up the sound on the TV to drown out the screams and wails
of passion of your first-born as I take him to the heights of
pleasure?"

Helen laughed. "If he uses his tongue on your hole like he uses
it on his fancy words, Mason, you're in for a wild ride. Go on,
you two, up you go - I'll keep the barbarians from the gate".

"Thanks, Helen", Paul said as he turned towards the stairs.

"Yeah, thanks Mom", Mason added cheekily.

* * *

"What were you guys doin' up there all this time?" Macauley
demanded, his voice laced with suspicion. Paul and Mason had
rejoined the rest of the Mathewsons on the back deck, Mason
racing straight to his mother and giving her the biggest kiss
square on the lips.

"Never you mind, mister", Helen replied, after she got over the
shock. "We always have a casual supper on Sunday evenings, Mr
Franklin. I let the boys have what they like, as long as they
make it themselves and clean up afterwards. But you're welcome
to stay".

"I made corn flakes!" Elijah declared proudly.

"Thank you Helen, but I must depart - things to prepare for
tomorrow, and so on. Elijah, Macauley, thanks for a great day
out, I loved every minute of it. Mason, darling, I especially
enjoyed your company today".

Mason rose from his seat and picked his way over to Paul, giving
him a chaste hug around the waist. "Would you like to come to
dinner on Thursday? Mom, is it okay?" he asked both adults.

"I would love to, Mason. And I'll bring my pyjamas as Friday is
a holiday - maybe I'll get lucky and be invited to sleep over!"

Helen chuckled. "Of course, Paul, come prepared. Thursday is
usually the boys' play night - they put on a little play for
Gene and I. Have you little thespians cooked something up
between you already?"

"What's a thespian?" Elijah piped up.

"Thank you, Helen - and I shall see you all on Thursday", Paul
remarked before departing.

* * *

Gene opened the door to Paul's knock on Thursday evening, making
Paul wonder whether the family had a roster for such things.
"Come in, Paul, glad you could make it. The boys are all very
excited".

"Thanks, Gene. Er, what's the theme of tonight's performance?"

"Oh, top secret, top secret - the boys never tell us anything
beforehand. But one thing will be different: for us, anyway.
Tonight, Mason will be acting in the play. Usually, he just
writes and produces, and organises the wardrobe. You seem to've
had a very, er, liberating effect on him, I must say".

"Glad to hear it", Paul answered, allowing Gene to show him into
the sitting room which had been converted into a very compact
performance space, complete with audience seating (3 chairs), a
backdrop (a colourful bedsheet hung on the wall), orchestra pit
(a CD player) and a proscenium arch (the doorway to the
kitchen).

Paul took a seat alongside Helen, with Gene sitting on her other
side. She leaned over to whisper to him "These things usually
start with the actors coming out one by one to make a little
speech explaining who they are and what they do - just in case
we don't pick it up from their performance. It's all Mason's
idea - do you know, he explained to Elijah what a 'thespian' was
the other day after you left, just so the little tyke wouldn't
feel he was being insulted? Oh look, I think it's starting".

A hand, followed by a bare arm, crept around the corner of the
archway, fumbling along the wall for the light dimmer. Finding
it, the little fingers turned the dimmer to darken the room.
Suddenly, Elijah appeared from the other side of the arch,
surprising the audience.

"Harr, me hearties! I be Nobeard, the Pirate. I be the villain
of tonight's play. I done captured the virgin cabin boy from my
old enemy, Captain Greatcock, and I gonna be torturin' him to
find out where Greatcock's treasure be buried! Harr!" The three
members of the audience applauded Elijah's opening lines, and
his costume - he was made up like a little pirate, complete with
eyepatch, bandana, wooden cutlass, britches and a black vest.

Elijah took his place on one side of the bedsheet backdrop,
allowing the next performer to make his entrance. It was
Macauley, blindfolded, bound with ropes at the chest and ankles,
hands behind his back, and wearing what appeared to be a pair of
waist-to-knee bloomers. "Oh!" he squeaked coquettishly, "Oh
dear! I am Samuel Sweetprick, the virgin cabin boy! I fear I
will suffer the most dreadful torture unless somebody rescues
me! Oh!". The audience of three was delighted, and applauded
generously. Macauley hopped over next to Elijah.

The play took a departure from its expected course - Mason did
not appear, and the two younger boys began the performance.
Elijah turned the CD player on for some seafarin' music, and
waved his wooden sword at Macauley. "Talk, ya skinny excuse fer
a cabin boy! Or I'll rip yer clothes off!"

The audience was entranced. "This is Mason's most elaborate
production yet", Helen whispered to Paul. "The boys must have
been practicing these lines for days!"

"Not gonna talk, eh? Well then, I gotta rip these off ya!"
Elijah pronounced, and grabbed at the bloomers, whipping them
from Macauley's waist and holding them up to the gasps of the
adults. "Ya gonna talk now?"

It was obvious from the sound they made that the bloomers had
been cut away and held together with little pieces of Velcro.
But rather than Macauley's nudity, the audience saw that he was
still wearing underwear, a pair of silk undies to be exact. A
knowing smile from Helen indicated to Paul that another little
mystery was now solved.

"Torture me if you must, you bold pirate, but I shall never
talk!" Macauley declaimed, struggling against his ropes as
though he wanted to feel them against his flesh.

"Harr! Then you leave me with no choice, foolish virgin cabin
boy!" Elijah yelled, grabbing at the silk undies. Ri-ipp! Off
they came, but it was the same trick again - the shiny garment
held aloft in the pirate's hands, not damaged, and Macauley, now
visibly wearing a g-string with an obvious juvenile erection
pushing out the material, struggling pointlessly against his
bonds.

"Some torture", Helen whispered to Paul, who smiled his
agreement.

"And now, one last chance to tell me where is the treasure,
virgin cabin boy! Or you will feel my sword!" Elijah hissed at
the blindfolded Macauley. Both boys were impressing their
parents, and Paul, mightily with their little act.

"Never!" Macauley shouted like a B movie heroine. "You may do
your worst, you naughty pirate - I'll never talk!"

"So, ya ain't talkin', huh?" Elijah sneered, momentarily falling
out of character and lapsing into gangsterese. "Guess I'll hafta
use my sword on ya!"

To the gasps of the audience, Elijah reached down to the tiny
g-string with one hand and grabbed Macauley's protuberant boner.
Lifting his wooden sword, he leered malevolently at the three
adults and swung the cutlass downwards in a swift arc. Helen
gasped aloud, Gene yelled "Hey!" and Paul jerked forward in his
seat. The g-string snapped under the impact of the sword, and
Elijah held it up in triumph. The bound and blindfolded Macauley
sank to his haunches, now naked but for his ropes. Knees and
thighs together, sitting on his heels, it looked for all the
world like he had been emasculated by Elijah's sword.

Before his parents could intervene, Mason leapt through the
archway like Baryshnikov, and with a single word "Stop!"
completely stole the show. He wore a white toga-like garment,
covering one shoulder and coming down only as far as mid-thigh.
A golden sash cord tied his waist. Both sides of the garment
were generously split all the way from ankle to armpit, and in a
bizarre mixture of sacred and pagan, he wore a pair of angel
wings wired onto his back, and carried a tiny bow which had a
little arrow nocked in its string.

"You have angered the gods, Nobeard", Mason declared in his
unbroken voice. "The only treasure this virgin cabin boy
conceals is in his heart. Take that!" Perfectly timing  his last
two words, Mason fired the little arrow at his youngest brother,
who caught it and held it to his chest.

"Arrrrh! Ya got me, Cupid!", Elijah growled, and staggered
around the small space drunkenly, holding the little arrow to
his chest. When he stood in front of Macauley, he propped
suddenly and reached his free hand out to him, helping him to
his feet. Helen sighed as she saw that there was no injury to
her middle son's middle leg, that it was yet another one of
Mason's clever theatrics.

Elijah hugged Macauley. "Come, my young Sweetprick! You shall be
my cabin boy from now on!" Mason grinned at Paul, who broke into
loud applause, sensing the little performance was completed.
Helen and Gene joined in, Gene shouting 'Author!' and 'Bravo!'
several times. The three little actors joined the adults for an
impromptu after-show party, each one getting plenty of praise.

None of the boys seemed in a hurry to change out of their
costumes, but Helen suggested that Macauley might be better off
if he traded his ropes in for some more conventional attire at
the dinner table.

Salads were on the Mathewson menu that night, because they could
be easily prepared before the play began. Conversation was still
full of the evening's theatre - how did the boys manage to learn
all their lines, where did Mason get the ideas, who sewed the
bloomers, where did the wings come from, how many times did
Elijah practice catching the arrow, and so on. All the boys
contributed to the vigorous discussion, and soon the food was
all eaten.

Helen sensed that her eldest son was eager to take Paul up to
his room - he caught her eye several times and glanced
meaningfully at the stairs each time. Finally she relented, with
a smile, and invited Paul to retire from the table, with Mason.
"You may take Mr Franklin up to your room, darling, and...help
him unpack his pyjamas. You will stay the night, Paul, I hope? I
know it would please Mason, and perhaps he deserves a little...
reward...for arranging tonight's splendid entertainment"

"Hey! Me and 'Lije helped too, Mom!" Macauley declared
indignantly.

Helen smiled indulgently at Mac's outspoken rudeness. "True,
dear, you both did very well. But even if there had been no
play, Mason would still need to...help Mr Franklin with his
pyjamas. So just mind your manners and leave them be. Who knows,
maybe we will be hearing some exciting news at breakfast
tomorrow".

"Huh?" Elijah grunted, mouth full of lettuce.

"She means Mason's getting screwed tonight, dummy", Macauley
whispered, unable to keep his voice from carrying to everyone at
the table.

Helen put on her stern face. "Maybe we should find that
blindfold and put it around that mouth of yours, mister! You are
this close-" she held her thumb and finger a matchstick width
apart "-to another spanking! And not from Mr Franklin, either!
Maybe I'll have to call on the pirate captain to do the honours
this time".

Macauley's jaw dropped at the horrifying prospect of being
disciplined by his younger brother. "You...you wouldn't!" he
whispered, genuinely terrified this time.

"Oh, wouldn't I?", she countered pleasantly. "Try me and see".

Paul took Mason's hand and led him around the table to where his
mother sat. "Give your mother a goodnight kiss, darling", he
instructed his boyfriend.

" 'Night, Mom", he murmured, bending to peck her cheek.

"Goodnight, darling. Be a brave boy, now, and trust Mr Franklin.
Let him fill you with his love, make your father and me proud".

Mason and Paul turned towards the stairs, and, hand in hand,
left the room.

* * *

"C-can you t-t-try ag-g-gain?" Mason sobbed, his words catching.

"I don't think there's much point, darling. We've tried
everything I can think of. We've been trying for hours. My dick
is sore from being bent so many times, trying to get into your
hole".

Mason sobbed harder. "I'm suh-suh-sorry".

Paul held the boy in his arms on the bed that looked like a
battlefield. "Not your fault, my love. I know you tried hard,
but your mind is just blocking us at the moment, I think.

Boy and man had indeed tried hard. But Mason's asshole remained
tightly shut, and no power Paul could muster, no soothing words,
no amount of lube, no careful fingering, could breach the boy's
psychological barrier. Three hours they had gone at it, and Paul
had finally admitted defeat.

"I really wuh-want you inside me, my Zeus, truly I do. It
just..."

"I know, darling, I know", Paul commiserated, lying back on the
boy's bed, feeling tired and frustrated. "But your body
apparently still remembers your bad experience with your uncle.
It's trying to save you from more pain".

Mason punched the mattress with his little fist impotently.
"It's not fuh-fair", he managed to say, before wailing in
misery. Both of them heard the door open a crack, saw the dim
hallway light enter, heard Macauley's stage whisper "Are you
alright, Mase?"

Paul was instantly alert, fearing that an intrusion by Macauley
at this vital time would set the boy back even further. But
Mason surprised him by saying "I'm okay, Mac, come on in".

Seeing his brother naked, Mac quickly shed his skimpy sleep
shorts and crept over to the bed, sitting next to his big
brother. "What's the matter? I heard you crying".

"It's not Mr Franklin's fault - it's mine. I just can't...relax
enough to let him fuck me. And I really want to. I don't want to
let him down. I don't want him to...well, I want to be his
lover".

Macauley grasped the seriousness of the problem from Mason's
language. The boys never used words like that, except when they
were alone and being brother-to-brother honest. "Can I...help?"
Mac asked uncertainly.

Mason bit his bottom lip as he thought for a moment. He looked
at Paul's large muscular hairy body stretched out on his bed - a
body he knew his brother desired. "Let's try this", Mason
stated, making a snap decision. "I'll get on his chest and feed
him my dick, and you get on  behind me and...well, just slide
backwards. Hold on to me, and you can moan if you want - he
likes that".

The two boys put their plan into effect upon the exhausted man.
Paul felt Mason's little stiffie touch his lips, which he opened
to receive the morsel. But then he felt another sensation:
another pair of buttocks had settled on his lower belly, and a
hand was lifting his cock upwards for an optimal penetration
angle. With a whooosh! of breath, his cock slid straight up
inside that other set of buttocks, right to the hilt. "He's in",
Macauley whispered, his hands on his brothers waist like a
motorcyclist's passenger.

"Okay. Start fucking him", Mason whispered back. Macauley began
rocking back and forth, groaning as he did so. Paul's eyes
widened in wonder as he encompassed the new sensations coming
from his crotch. "Shhh", Mason soothed, ruffling his manfriend's
hair, "I think this is what they call brotherly love".

Whatever it was called, it worked. Paul stroked and caressed
Mason's thighs and butt as he sucked the boy's tool. Macauley
wriggled his bottom on Paul's rigid invader, humming in
pleasure. All three came to their climaxes more or less
together. in a gesture Paul found quite touching, Mason reached
over to the little velvet pouch in the bedside table, unstrung
it and tipped out the ring. He took Macauley's hand and slid the
ring onto his pinky. "Now we match", he said to his brother,
holding his pendant next to the ring. "We're both Paul's
boyfriends".

Macauley gave his brother a mischievous smile. "Let's do it
again!". This time Macauley was in charge of the arrangements as
he laid his older brother on his back. He clambered over him in
a 69 position, waving his bottom towards a bemused Paul. "Come
on, Paul, fuck me again, we only just got started!" the boy
teased. Paul could only see Mason's eyes and the top of his
head, in between Macauley's spread thighs, but he detected no
denial, so, kneeling behind his latest conquest he introduced
his prick for a return trip into Macauley's well-opened channel
and pulled the boy's hips back towards his own.

Macauley's usually athletic body was limp as a rag doll's as
Paul pulled the boy's hips back repeatedly, impaling him with
his cock each time. Mac gave up sucking on Mason, and merely
gasped and groaned from the double dose of attention he was
receiving, behind and below. Even Mason participated by raising
his hands and reaching back to Paul's butt, urging it to greater
efforts. When Paul came with a shout, the menage collapsed and
lay still on the bed.

* * *

"What have we here?" Helen asked sweetly as Paul and his two
lovers crept gingerly into the kitchen for breakfast. He held
one boy by each hand, leading them to their seats.

"Maybe I should let the boys explain, Helen", a sheepish Paul
muttered.

"Well..." began Mason.

"Well..." started Mac at the same time.

Mason glanced at his brother to see whether they were both going
to talk at once again. "Uh, I tried to get Paul to do it to me
last night, to...go all the way and fu- er, have intercourse
with me, but I just couldn't loosen up, Mom, and Paul was
getting blue balls, and I didn't want him to get frustrated,
so..."

"So I helped!" Macauley finished triumphantly. "Mr Franklin fu-
um, did intercourse with me three times! He's really good at it,
too! It was the best thing, Mom, an' I wanna start dating him,
uh, with Mason too, of course".

Mason's furrowed brow showed his brain ticking over. "Hey! We
only did it two times...didn't we?"

Macauley's smile was full of guilty pleasure. "Uh, after you
fell asleep, Mase, I got Paul to do it to me again. Well, you
were asleep, an'...I didn't wanna wake ya. He laid me on my back
and opened my legs really wide, and knelt there, and sort of
held them around his waist. Then he put his hairy chest on me,
an'..." Mac's eyes shut in rapturous recollection for a few
seconds, then popped open again. "But he still loves you for all
the mushy stuff, Mase, you know, all that kissin', and talkin'
about your feelings, and eatin' that spermy stuff...in yer
mouth..."

Mason stiffened his back in a dignified pose. "I happen to like
Paul's semen!"

"Yeah, well...I like his big penis up my bu..er, my, um...what
is it, again, Mase?"

"Anus", the older boy advised, rather pompously.

"Yeah, that's it! I like Paul's big hard penis pumpin' in and
outta my...anus! So, is it okay, Mom? Can we both date Paul,
pleeease?"

Helen gave that half-frown that mothers do so well. "I'll have
to talk it over with your father...I think he was hoping you'd
be able to hold off a little longer, but I can see you've both
found a man that makes you happy...pity it's the same
man...Well, one thing is for sure, mister: starting Monday, I
want you in that Anal Hygiene class at school. No excuses! I'll
call the Principal and explain why you're starting it late. And,
before you touch your breakfast, you march back up those stairs
to the bathroom and have an enema right this minute! It's a
necessary habit that you'll have to get used to from now on,
beginning immediately! Now, do you want Mommy to come help you
with it?"

Macauley rolled his eyes. "Mo-om! Can, uh, I ask Paul to do it
for me? Pleeease?"

Helen's lips thinned. "This 'pleeease' business is getting a
little old as well, young man!" She sighed. "I guess it probably
would be better for a man to do it...I'm sure he's given enemas
to quite a few boys..."

"Satisfied customers, every one!" Paul piped up.

"As long as you don't mind, Paul...", Helen added.

"Macauley's bottom holds no terrors for me, Helen. In fact, I
have a vested interest in keeping it beautifully clean", Paul
quipped.

"Can I get one too?" Everyone looked around in surprise - it was
Mason who had spoken.

Helen was the first to regain power of speech. "Why...why,
certainly honey. It's a good habit to be in, especially when a
boy becomes sexually active with a man. I don't have to guess
who you want to help you with it, do I?"

Mason smiled shyly. "I want Paul, too. If that's okay?" he
added, looking at his manfriend.

"You have a second kit handy, Helen?" Paul inquired.

"Bathroom vanity unit, third drawer, left side" she rattled off,
an efficient household quartermaster. "Up you go then -
breakfast will be ready when you come down".

* * *

"Right, boys - this can get messy the first few times, until you
get the hang of it. So let's all strip. Uh, Macauley, you first
- drape yourself over my lap like you're going to get a
spanking. And you can wipe that eager look off your face - this
is business, not pleasure. Okay, we turn this little tap to
"off", fill the bag up with warm soapy water, put some lube on
this little nozzle thingy, now to work it into your...anus, Mac,
and turn the tap to "on". Your large intestine is filling up
with that water, you can stand up and I'll do Mason now".

Paul repeated the procedure with Mac's older brother. Mason had
never had any problem with very narrow items, such as
thermometers, being put up his bottom;  even after his interlude
with Uncle Phil. It was just bigger things, like fingers, dildos
or cocks, that made him clench his anal ring. The second
procedure went as smoothly as the first - shortly both boys were
standing next to the toilet bowl naked, waiting for Paul to give
the word.

On Paul's nod, Macauley squatted on the bowl and began to void
his bowels. "Hey!" the imp cried, "this feels pretty good! Wait
'til you get to this bit, Mase!". With a final squirt, he
finished, stood up and wiped his bottom, and sat, naked, on the
edge of the bathtub to watch his brother.

Mason stood in front of Paul, waiting for his turn to squat.
Paul nodded, and he got on the can. Lines of concentration
covered his brow. They quickly turned to frustration. "I can't
do it!" he wailed. "I can't make it...open up!"

"Stage fright" whispered Macauley.

Paul suppressed a short chuckle. Mac was certainly a quick wit.
"It's okay, darling, it's a strange feeling the first time.
Stand up again for me". The man reached out and pulled his boy
to him, holding him around the waist and rubbing his slightly
distended tummy with one hand. "How does that feel, darling?" he
asked gently.

Mason bit his lower lip. "It feels...funny. Not bad,
but...warm...sexy..." Under Paul's scrutiny, Mason's little
penis hardened in only a couple of seconds, showing the other
two the accuracy of his appraisal.

"Maybe the warm water is starting to have a nice effect on your
little prostate. Now there's another way of doing this - and
this is where it can get messy. I'll sit on the can, and you..."
He turned Mason to face him. "...sit on my lap front on, like
you're sitting on the can the wrong way around".

Macauley's singsong voice started "Paul's got a stif-fie, Paul's
got a stif-fie..."

Instead of chiding the boy, Paul just laughed. "After last
night, that's a miracle!" Mason sat on Paul's thighs, which he
then opened, pulling Mason's thighs apart as well. Mason put his
arms around Paul's neck to steady himself. Their erections -
Paul's and Mason's - touched, giving Mason a shiver. "Now,
remember at the table before, Mac said that you were the one who
was good at the kissy stuff?"

"Uh huh" the boy whispered, poking at Paul's pubes with his
little dagger.

"Well, I want you to prove it. I want such a kiss, that you
forget everything else - including your bellyfull of water - and
it will just come out by itself when it's ready. Okay?"

Mason lowered his eyes. He was powerfully aware of Mac watching
them. "O-okay", he whispered. He raised his face to Paul's, let
his eyelids flutter shut and parted his lips. Paul brushed those
same lips with his own before making a seal and sloshing his
tongue into the boy's mouth. He tried everything he could think
of to distract Mason from his fear - he rubbed the boy's ears,
ruffled his hair, hummed into his mouth, pressed his hand in
between their bodies to flick the boy's cock with his
fingertips, anything his imagination could dream up.

And it worked! A short burst of expelled water squirted into the
bowl. Then another!

"Hey! It's comin'!" Macauley gasped, watching the water being
expelled from Mason's butt. Paul's lips increased their tempo as
the downpour continued, until it slowed to a trickle.

"There!" declared a very satisfied Paul. "I knew you could do
it, my love".

Mason sat resting on Paul's thighs a moment or two longer before
Paul noticed that the boy was flickering his eyes towards
Macauley. There it was again! Another two glances! Paul played a
hunch. "Er, Mac, could you, ah, go and tell your Mom we'll be
right down for breakfast. In fact, you can start your breakfast
right now, no need to wait for us, I'll just help Mason clean
up, okay?"

"Sure thing, Mr Franklin", Macauley replied, pulling on his
short pyjama shorts and reverting to a more formal mode of
address now that their intimacy was completed (as far as Mac
knew). His empty tummy brooked no argument, in any case.

As soon as Mac shut the door behind himself, Paul gave Mason a
'what gives?' look. "Can you try now, Paul? Please?" he
whispered urgently.

"Try what, darling? You've, er...finished"

"Fuck me, I mean!" he whispered more urgently. "Now! While Mac's
eating. While I'm ...relaxed...back there. Can you do it in this
position?"

Paul blinked. "As long as the plumbing can take the weight, I
suppose", he mused. "Just lift your knees up a bit, I'll reach
down and...there...now, slide down my thighs onto my cock...just
a sec, I'll line it up...that's it...I'm touching your little
rosebud... just think happy loving thoughts about your favourite
toilet seat..."

Mason giggled, then his eyes widened as he sucked in a quick
breath. The little joke had distracted the boy enough to relax
his anal ring, and Paul's cockhead slipped right in. Beads of
perspiration broke out on Mason's forehead. "You're doing great
lover, just let it slide in...a little more...over half way
now...easy does it...I'm, ughh, all...the... way...in!"

Mason let out the breath he had been holding. He kissed Paul
again, just a soft lover's kiss on the lips. "It feels...so
beautiful", he sighed. "Let's stay like this all day".

"And miss breakfast?" Paul challenged? "No way! Besides, the
best part comes next!"
And with that, the man took hold of the boy's hips and began
bouncing him up and down, very gingerly at first, but gradually
building up to a brisk tempo. Mason hung onto Paul's neck to
keep his balance, and as he got used to the anal invasion,
started riding Paul's dick enthusiastically.

"I'm about to...uhhh...come...Gany...are you...ready", Paul
gasped.

"I think I'm...nearly...there...bit longer...oooohh!" Mason's
squeal pulled Paul's semen straight out of his cock and into
Mason's guts. The two lovers clasped each other tightly as their
breathing slowed. Mason kissed Paul again. "Your humble servant
thanks his Lord for his persistence. May his mighty
weapon...uh...fill his...oh, shit! Just make sure you fuck me
every day, got it?"

Paul smiled at his young lover. "You know what this means, don't
you?"

Mason frowned. "What?"

Paul chuckled. "You need another enema! But it can wait 'til we
get home. I'm going to ask your Mom if I can steal you for the
weekend and fuck your brains out".

Mason paused. "What about...you know...?", he hesitated, not
daring to say his brother's name lest it ruin the moment.

"Let's play it by ear. Mac's a good kid, and he loves you. Let's
clean up".

* * *

"It's about time, you two! I thought you might have fallen in,
or...something", Helen remarked when Paul and Mason finally came
down to the breakfast table.

"Where is everybody?" Paul asked, looking around.

"Oh, Gene finally came to life and asked the boys if they wanted
to go fishing. I hope you don't mind, Mason, but I know you
don't much care for drowning innocent worms. I told them to beat
it or they'd miss the tide, or the swell, or whatever it is
fishermen hate to miss."

"Thanks Mom - you saved me from a terrible fate. Uh, Paul wants
to ask you something"

Helen's normally placid face showed a suspicious smile. "Would
this have anything to do with that scream of passion I heard
five minutes ago? The one that nearly brought the police, fire
brigade and the National Guard to the front door?"

"I knew we couldn't fool her", Paul confided to Mason.

"Silly to even try", Mason concurred.

"The fact is, Helen, that due to your son's determination to
enjoy intercourse with me, he finally succeeded in being
penetrated - I think the enema helped - but he still needs
several, er, repetitions, to...uh, make up for lost time, and
to...reinforce the skills required. Um, can I take your son home
with me for the weekend and fuck him 'til he passes out?
Pleeeeease?"

Helen smiled. "Men!"

Mason ran to his mother and gave her a hug. "I won't need any
clothes, Mom, and I promise I'll behave myself, and...Paul
fucked me really good, he's so much better than Uncle Phil, his
cock just makes me wanna explode...thanks for everything!"

Helen smiled. "A bit of peace, at last! Look, Paul, if I give
you ten thousand dollars, will you keep him for a month? Tell
you what, I'll make it twenty!"

"Mo-om!" Mason whined.

end