Date: Fri, 8 Mar 2013 15:14:06 -0600
From: Jim Vance <jimvance2@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tip's New Life 4-6

                       Tip's New Life
                        By Jim Vance
                 Copyright 2013 by Jim Vance
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                            Four
   "What do you mean?"
   "If I show up for school, they will know where I am. Not
to mention the fact that my school is in Forest Grove and I
have to get there every day."
   "Oh, yeah," Joe said. His face fell. I stroked his cheek
and he smiled at me.
   "I guess we can't expect you to skip school as well as
be a fugitive," Leroy said.
   "I wonder if my dad would give me permission to live
with you."
   "Do you think he might?"
   "I have no idea," I said. "Maybe I could tell him I want
to learn to be a farmer. He might let me live here. He
doesn't actually care for me."
   "I find that hard to believe, Tip. You are a fine
person," Leroy said.
   "You can believe it."
   "Why don't you tell him you are workin' for us. Like a
farmhand. Maybe he would like the idea of you havin' a job,"
Joe said.
   "That sounds like a good plan, Joe," Leroy said. "How
many parents would object to their son getting a job?"
   "I think it's worth a try!" I said. "It will be nice not
to have to hide in the house for the next five or six
years."
   Leroy nodded.
   "And I hate the idea of dyeing your beautiful hair, Tip
baby," Joe added.
   "Me, too," Leroy said. "Your hair looks real nice."
   "I want you to know, that even if Dad won't let me live
with you, I plan to spend all my free time with you. I'll
tell them I am going to spend the night with a friend. How
can he mind that? I won't be able to do it every day, but I
will still see you. And when I am a little older, I can move
in permanently." Just the thought of leaving them made my
eyes water.
   Joe sighed. "I hate it, but I know you are right."
   "I wish it wasn't so far away. I could ride my bicycle."
   "We will come get you," Leroy said.
   "Maybe I could get a used scooter!" I said.
   "Ridin' a scooter on the highway don't sound safe," Joe
said.
   "Oh, yeah."
   We walked inside the house. We were all sad.
   I decided to call home. I got on the phone and dialed
our number.
   "What?" Ellen said.
   "Hi, Ellen. How are you?"
   "You pretending you care?"
   "I wanted to know if it is OK to spend the night at my
friend's house. His father is a farmer and he is teaching me
how to farm. I think I want to be a farmer. I've been
helping him all day."
   "You getting paid for that?"
   I put my hand over the receiver. "My stepmother wants to
know if I am being paid."
   "We can pay a little Joe," Leroy said.
   "Tell em five dollars an hour."
   "Five dollars an hour, Ellen."
   "That's not too shabby for a twelve year old. If you
give me half of it, you can live there, for all I care."
   "Really?"
   "On second thought, tell him you want six dollars an
hour. That means three an hour for me." I grinned. It was
working out great!
   "Can I get a note saying I have Dad's permission to live
here?"
   "That's a good idea. And here I thought you were
mentally retarded! Yeah. I will write one. Bring the money."
She hung up. Then I hung up.
   "As long as I give her three dollars an hour of what I
earn, she will let me live here. She said she would give me
a note!"
   "Yahoo!" Joe said, picking me up.
   "I don't have to hide!"
   Joe put me down and Leroy picked me up.
   "I'm so excited!" I said.
   "We all are, Tip baby!"
   "We should go buy some things," Joe said. "Do you want
to go by your house and get anything, Tip?"
   "No. We can go there tomorrow. Ellen should have the
note by then."
   "Gotcha!"
   "What do we need to buy, Joe," Leroy asked.
   "Lube."
   "That's a good idea."
   "Of course. I am the smart one!"
   "And I am the gorgeous, sexy one," Leroy said. "Right,
Tip?"
   "Well, there is no denying you are gorgeous and sexy!"
   He grinned at me.
   "There's somethin' I want to do before we go. Leroy, why
don't you eat our bride's cunt while I suck him?"
   "Sounds like a fine idea!"
   Joe knelt and sucked my cock. Leroy buried his face in
my crack and got his tongue inside me. Between Joe sucking
me and playing with my balls, and Leroy eating my cunt, I
came after only about a minute.
   All three of us grinned at each other.
   "Let's go to the store," Joe said.
   Leroy and Joe walked to the bedroom and I followed them.
Joe put on a shirt and I was disappointed. He looked at me
and laughed.
   "How about if I leave it unbuttoned?" I nodded. He came
over and kissed me. "I love how hot you are for us, baby."
   "Anyone would be hot for you. You two are incredibly
sexy."
   Leroy grinned at me as he put his shirt on. He left it
unbuttoned, too. They looked at me.
   "Are you going to go like that?" Joe asked me. I looked
down. I was naked!
   "He looks good that way!" Leroy said.
   "I agree, but he might want to leave the truck, now that
he can."
   I laughed and got dressed.
   We walked out to the truck and got in. We headed for the
store.
   "We should have mashed potatoes with the meatloaf. I
forgot to put potatoes on the list," I said.
   "We can pick them up, too," Joe said.
   I reached over and pulled his cock out. Then I did the
same to Leroy. I stroked both of them as we drove. Both of
them sighed at the exact same time and we all laughed.
   "How many times a day can you come, Leroy?" I asked him.
   "Six is my record."
   "Mine, too," Joe said.
   We arrived. They put their dicks back into their shorts
and buttoned a couple of buttons on their shirts. We all got
out and walked into the grocery store. I got a cart. I
thought about getting real potatoes, but I didn't know how
to make mashed potatoes from scratch. I picked up instant
potatoes and also a few other things, like salad dressing,
mustard, noodles, and some frozen vegetables. I passed by
the magazine rack and saw a cookbook called Country Cookin'.
   "Can I get this?" I asked my men.
   "Sure you can. Ma left cookbooks, too. But go ahead and
get it." I picked it up and put it in the cart.
   "Do you have enough chickens to make eggs for all three
of us?" I asked.
   "Oh, yeah. We get about at least fourteen a day."
   Joe picked up three tubes of something.
   "It's the lube," he whispered. I grinned.
   We paid and then headed back to the farm.
   Leroy and Joe did some of the farm work while I started
on dinner. I made a salad and put it in the fridge. I
remembered how my mom made meatloaf. I made it the same way
she used to and then put it in the fridge to keep until I
cooked it. I decided to read my new cookbook. I knew how to
cook a few things, like meatloaf, scrambled and fried eggs,
and pancakes, but I wanted to know how to cook lots of
things. I sat at the kitchen table and read until it was
time to put the meatloaf in the oven. While I was reading, I
remembered my mom making noodles with brown butter. I
decided to have that with the meatloaf instead of the
instant potatoes. I put the meatloaf in the oven and
continued reading.
   Leroy came back into the house. He grinned at me. "I
smell something that isn't scrambled eggs or hot dogs!"  I
laughed.
   "We are having hot dogs cut up into little pieces in the
scrambled eggs!" I said.
   "We have had that and it didn't smell like this!" I
laughed again.
   He came over and kissed me. He pulled away and said, "I
love you, Tip."
   "I love you, Bob," I said. He laughed.
   "You can call me anything you want. You are cute enough
to get away with it."
   I smiled at him. I reached into his shorts and pulled
his cock out.
   "Damn! And I thought I was horny!" he said. I began
sucking him. "I don't think I can come yet." I didn't care.
Leroy sighed as I sucked him.
   Joe walked into the kitchen. "I want some of that." He
pulled my face to his cock and I sucked him for a while.
   "Bro, let's go get a shower. You wanna join us, Tip?"
   "And get to see the two of you naked! Sure!" They
laughed.
   We got undressed and into the shower. I have to tell
you, I have never had a shower like that before. I had four
hands rubbing and caressing me, while two slick, naked men
rubbed their bodies on me. Joe insisted the only way to get
me clean inside was to soap up his cock and fuck me with it.
The two of them stretched me first and they took turns
fucking me.
   "I am afraid the meatloaf will burn," I said, finally.
We all rinsed off and got out of the tub.
   I dried myself, but didn't bother getting dressed. I
checked the meatloaf and it was fine. I made the noodles and
turned off the oven. I put the noodles in the oven and
served the salads. My two husbands looked like it was
Christmas and I was Santa Claus as I gave them their plates.
I got the salad dressing and we began eating. I kept
laughing while they oohed and aahed about each thing. They
actually moaned when they ate the noodles.
   "Can we have these tomorrow?" Joe asked.
   "For lunch or dinner?"
   "Both," Leroy said. I laughed.
   "We will have to buy more noodles."
   "Not a problem, Tip baby," Joe said.
   If I thought they loved the noodles, they went insane
over the meatloaf!
   "Meatloaf tomorrow, too!" Leroy said.
   "And the day after," Joe said.
   "I am starting to understand why you ate so many
hotdogs!" I said. They both laughed.
   "I was going to make salisbury steak with mushroom
gravy. I remember how my mom made it." My men stared at me.
"Or I can make beef stroganoff."
   "What?" I asked.
   "You can make restaurant food?" Joe asked.
   "Huh?"
   "Food like they serve in restaurants."
   I laughed. "They serve scrambled eggs in restaurants and
you can make those!" I said.
   "I know, but that's all we can make!"
   "Didn't your mother make stuff like that?"
   "No. She bought frozen dinners and microwaved them,
mostly." Why didn't I think of that?
   "Well, I may have to feed you frozen dinners once school
starts if I have a lot of homework."
   "That's just fine, Tip."
   "What did you do evenings before? Watch TV?"
   "We watched porn movies and beat off," Leroy said.
   "Gay?"
   "Of course! Good god, do you think we wanted to look at
naked women?" I laughed.
   "I wish I could have seen that. You two handsome fellows
stroking those beautiful cocks," I said.
   "Tip, baby. You can watch it every night," Joe said.
   We finished eating and my two husbands washed the
dishes. I admired their rears at close range. I pulled
Leroy's cheeks apart.
   "Uh oh," he said.
   Joe looked around.
   "Either our bride is going to make you happy with his
tongue or he is looking to fuck his first cunt," Joe said.
   "What a disgusting thought!" I said as I leaned forward
and licked Leroy's hole. He moaned a deep bass note. I
licked and lapped at it while Leroy groaned and Joe
encouraged me.
   "Get your tongue right on your man's hole. Lick it,
baby. Oh lord! You should see Leroy's cock drippin'!" I
wanted to see that, but I was excited by how much pleasure
Leroy was getting. I didn't want to stop. I could see
movement and I pulled away to see Joe stroking Leroy's cock.
   "Hey, are you having sex with my husband?" They both
laughed.
   "Sorry! Old habit from when we were single!" Joe said.
   "OK. But both of those cocks are mine!"
   I went back to licking Leroy's hole.
   "Our bride doesn't share well," Joe said. I smiled as I
licked him.
   "That's OK. I kind of like it. I expect he wants my cock
more than you do, anyway."
   "That is probably true," Joe said. "A bride should like
her husband's cock more than his brother does."
   I stopped to laugh.
   "I used to hate washing dishes, Joe." All three of us
laughed.
   I got up and knelt behind Joe. He spread his legs and
leaned forward on the sink. I began licking him.
   "Oh, sweetheart! That feels wonderful!" I loved being
Joe's sweetheart! "Damn, Tip! You make me so happy!"
   "It feels great, doesn't it, Joe?"
   "I had no idea!"
   I assumed they had done it to each other, since they did
it to me. I was pleased that I was the first and only person
who would be doing it to my husbands. My mouth was getting
dry, so I stopped. I walked back over to the table and sat.
   When they finished, Leroy walked over and kissed me. He
pulled me up and Joe got behind me and began eating my cunt.
I pulled away from the kiss and grinned at Leroy.
   "I love you, Leroy."
   "I love you, Tip."
   "I love you, Joe."
   "Love you, babe," he said before returning to my hole.
   I sighed and rested my head on Leroy's shoulder.
   "Bro, why don't we take this to the bedroom."
   Joe stood up. "Sounds good."
   I grinned at both of them. "It's sort of our wedding
night!"
   "Yes, it is sweetheart."
   We walked to the bedroom and I lay down. I stroked
myself as I looked at them. Damn! They were fine looking
fellas!
   Joe took the tube of lubricant and got onto the bed. I
pulled my legs up.
   "Eager, isn't he?" Joe said.
   "If you could see the view from where I am, you'd be
eager, too!" I said.
   "Maybe, but my legs would be down!" he said. All three
of us laughed.
   Joe squirted some lube on his fingers and pushed one
slowly inside me. Leroy got on the bed and lubed up a
finger, too. He pushed it in, alongside Joe's finger. They
both watched me as they moved their fingers around inside
me.
   "Are you sore, baby?" Leroy asked.
   "A little. Not enough to want you to stop." They both
smiled at that.
    Leroy starting running his other hand over me. It felt
very nice. They moved their fingers around for a while. Then
Joe pulled his out and pushed two slowly inside me. He
grinned at me while he did it.
   "I wish that was your dick," I said to him.
   "Oh, it will be, Tip baby. Very soon."
   "Then me," Leroy said.
   "Just once, Leroy?"
   Leroy laughed. "You have just about drained my balls,
but we'll see. Damnation!" he said. "We can have this much
sex every day!"
   "I know!" Joe said.
   Joe decided he was ready. They pulled their fingers out.
Leroy got up by me.
   "I want to eat your ass, Leroy." Leroy laughed.
   "When I got up this morning, I had no earthly idea
someone would say that to me!"
   "Joe, why didn't you ever eat Leroy's ass?"
   "Have you seen it?" Leroy laughed.
   "I bet it looks a hell of a lot better than yours, Joe!"
Leroy said.
   "And you have the sexiest brother in the world, Leroy!
Why didn't you eat that stud's ass?"
   "I'm so sexy. I'm so sexy. I'm so sexy." Joe sang.
   "Shut up, Joe!"
   "Tip, it just isn't anything I ever thought of. I really
don't think Joe is sexy. I think he is good-looking, but not
like that. I mean when we beat off, we don't think of each
other."
   "That is exactly it, sweetheart," Joe added.
   "Leroy, why haven't you given our bride what he wants?"
   "Oops!"
   Leroy straddled me facing Joe. I leaned up and pulled
his hairy cheeks apart. I licked at his hole while I reached
around him for his cock. My legs were lifted and I groaned
as Joe pushed inside me. Leroy got off me and began sucking
my cock while Joe fucked me. It felt really incredible. I
reached for Leroy's cock and he scooted around so I could
get to it. I wrapped my hand around it. I still couldn't
believe my good fortune. I woke up unhappy and desperate to
get away. And I was going to sleep with these handsome men
who I loved. I sighed.
   "I think our bride is happy," Joe said, as he fucked me.
   "I am. You two make me completely happy."
   "You make us completely happy, sweetheart."
   After a few minutes, Joe stopped thrusting and moaned. I
knew he was coming inside me.
   "Wow!" Joe pulled out of me. "Your turn, Leroy."
   Leroy got between my legs. He held them up while he
pushed inside me. Joe kissed me while Leroy fucked me. He
ran his fingers through my hair as we kissed. I realized I
was madly in love with Joe and Leroy. Joe kissed me the
entire time. I didn't realize Leroy had come until he pulled
out of me.
   Joe stopped kissing me and I yawned.
   "You see what he thinks about your love-making, Leroy."
   I laughed. "You are an incredible stud, Leroy. Ignore
your brother," I said.
   "You meant `ignore your sexy brother'," Joe said.
   "He was yawning because he was kissing you, Joe!"
   "Was not!"
   "Was!"
   "I was yawning because I'm sleepy."
   "Why don't we make an early night of it, bro? We can get
up early and get the animals taken care of and then spend
some time with our bride," Joe said.
   "Sounds great!"
   "Don't forget we need to go to my house. My old house."
   "Right you are, sweetheart!"
   They got out of bed, I guess to lock up. I must have
fallen asleep. I woke when they got back in bed. Joe pulled
me into his arms.
   "I get to hold you tomorrow night," Leroy said.
   "That will be wonderful." I stroked Leroy's cheek. He
leaned forward and kissed me. Joe kissed the back of my
head. I wrapped my hand around Leroy's dick and fell asleep.


                            Five
   I woke alone in the bed. Leroy and Joe were getting
dressed.
   "What time do you want breakfast?"
   "How about an hour, darlin'?" Leroy said.
   "OK."
   I got up and brushed my teeth as they headed outside.
   "Do you want coffee?" I called out.
   "That would be wonderful, sweetheart," Joe said as they
walked outside.
   I looked around for coffee and found it in a container
on the counter. They had a coffeemaker and I tried to
remember how much coffee to put in it. I looked in my
cookbook and found it, fortunately.
   I got the coffee started and looked at breakfast
recipes.
   Most of them used things we didn't have. I didn't want
to make plain eggs. I settled on French toast. It looked
easy. I got started on it. The coffee smelled good and
pretty soon the whole kitchen smelled good. I started frying
the French toast and the smell was making me hungry! I
turned the oven on to keep the cooked French toast warm. I
made enough for all of us. I realized we needed lots more
food from the store. We didn't have bacon or sausage. We had
steaks and hamburger meat, but I didn't think either of
those would work.
   Joe came into the kitchen.
   "I have died and you are my angel!" Joe said. I laughed.
   "Good god! That smells good!"
   "We need more groceries. We only have French toast for
breakfast."
   Leroy walked into the kitchen.
   "Did our bride say `only'?" Leroy asked.
   "He did. I have no idea why!" I laughed. "I could
understand if he said we `only' had scrambled eggs."
   "Maybe my beauty has scrambled his brains," Leroy said.
I laughed some more.
   "More likely your breath this morning has left him
faint. You need to brush your teeth, bro."
   "I'll brush them after we eat."
   I put the plate of French toast on the table and poured
coffee for my husbands.
   "Do we have syrup? I forgot to check."
   Leroy was already eating. "Don't need syrup. Perfect."
   Joe ate and said, "Oh, my! You are an angel."
   I smiled and started eating. They were good, even
without syrup.
   "Can we have French toast tomorrow?" Joe asked.
   "And the day after?" Leroy asked.
   I laughed. They really needed me!
   "Did your Mom fix breakfast?" I asked.
   "We usually had cereal," Joe said.
   "We didn't buy any," I said.
   "We don't like cereal."
   "On Sundays we had frozen waffles," Leroy said.
   "You have to understand that Ma was sick a long time."
   "Oh. I'm sorry." That reminded me of my mother. She
wasn't sick long, but I remembered it well.
   They both sighed.
   "I really need help planning your meals," I told them.
   "You are doing much better than we would, sweetheart."
   "Well, for example, we don't have bacon. I don't know if
we should have bought some or not. Do you want bacon?"
   "Can you cook it? Ma said you had to be careful with
it."
   "It says how to cook it on the package!"
   "Oh. Well, yeah! Sure! Leroy, let's get bacon!"
   "That sounds like a plan, Joe! We could have bacon AND
French toast."
   "Hot damn! I can't wait!"
   I looked at both of them. I wasn't sure if we were all
clueless or what, but I decided I wasn't going to be getting
much help from them in planning the meals.
   We finished eating.
   "This isn't what I wanted," I said, looking at my plate.
   "What? Tip, baby! What do you want? You coulda made it!"
Joe said.
   "I can't. Only you two can make it." They looked at each
other.
   "Tell us, Tip. Please," Leroy said.
   "I wanted warm Jefferson cream."
   They grinned at each other.
   "He's right, bro. Only we can make that for him."
   "We should give him some!"
   "We should! We should do that! Fortunately, I was makin'
it all night."
   "Me, too!" Leroy said.
   I grinned at them as they stood and pulled their dicks
out.
   "Oh, we made our bride smile! Look at that happy face!"
   They stood on each side of me jacking off. I looked from
side to side, watching them fist their meat.
   "I'm close, sweetheart," Joe said. I leaned forward and
swallowed his cock. He groaned as his cum shot into my
mouth.
   As I swallowed it, I heard Leroy say, "Shit, I'm
coming!"
   "Catch it in your palm! Tip wants it!" Joe told him.
   I was still swallowing the last of Joe's spunk when I
heard Leroy say, "I sure am glad I washed my hands!"
   Joe was done and he pulled his cock out of my mouth.
   "Tilt your head back, baby," Leroy said.
   I did and he tilted his hand over my mouth. His warm
cream ran into my mouth. Then I took his hand and licked the
rest of it off his palm.
   "That's the hottest fuckin' thing I ever saw!" Joe said.
   "Tell me about it," Leroy said as I licked the last of
his cream off each of his fingers.
   I sat back and smiled at them. I sighed.
   "That was wonderful!" I said.
   They just shook their heads, grinning.
   After Leroy brushed his teeth, they went back outside. I
washed the dishes and sat down and looked through the
cookbook. I got ideas for meals and made a list of the
things we would need.
   I wondered about paying Ellen money. It was a solution,
but I hated the idea of paying her just so I didn't have to
live with her. I wished I knew someone I could speak to
about it. I wondered if Jason's mother, the one who said
everyone was so sorry about my situation, could suggest
anything, but she might want me to go to a foster home, or
something. Maybe it was best to just pay her.
   I looked around the house and found the washing machine
and dryer. There were dirty clothes in a hamper, so I put
some in the washer and started it. I looked around the
house. It was neat, but dusty. I got a cloth, dampened it,
and began wiping things. I hated housework. I didn't mind
cooking, especially with Joe and Leroy so grateful, but I
figured I would be more use in the house than in the fields.
   I wanted a glass of iced tea, but we didn't have tea, so
I added it to the grocery list.
   They finished their morning chores. There was no point
in putting it off. We needed to go to my house and get the
letter.
   I took the grocery list and we got in the truck. We
headed to my house. I sat in the middle with Joe and Leroy
on each side.
   "I can feel how worried you are, sweetheart," Joe said.
   "Joe and I talked about it. If this doesn't work, we
will come get you and you can hide at our place like you
planned originally," Leroy said.
   "Maybe if Tip has somethin' to distract him," Joe said
to Leroy.
   "Something huge and tasty?" Leroy said.
   "No. I meant your dick."
   We all laughed, but Leroy slipped out of his shorts. I
bent over and began sucking him. It was exciting having his
meat in my mouth, but it was also calming. I closed my eyes
and just thought of how happy I was to be doing what I was
doing. I stroked Leroy's balls while I sucked and earned a
groan from him. I was so calm that I was surprised when
Leroy's warm spunk spurted into my mouth. I swallowed as it
filled my mouth, and believe it or not, I was as happy as I
have ever been in my life. These two men were my future. The
future might has some bumps in the road, but as soon as I
turned sixteen, I could legally leave home. I would, if I
was still living with my dad and Ellen.
   "I would like to know how the hell I ended up on this
side of the truck again!" Joe said.
   "Because you are an idiot!" Leroy said. I let his cock
slip from my mouth and sat up. "I handed you the keys, and
like an idiot, you took em," Leroy continued.
   "Joe, I really think you should let Leroy drive us home.
I want to be able to suck and kiss you."
   "Both?" Joe asked.
   "Absolutely! Do you realize the last two loads of spunk
that I've eaten-"
   "Have been Leroy's!" Joe finished for me.
   "Exactly. And there is nothing I love more than your
cock and cum."
   "Ha! Leroy! Did you hear that?"
   "Yeah, and I heard him swallowing the last of my spunk,
too! Tell me you don't mean it, Tip!"
   "Leroy, there is nothing I love more than your cock and
cum, either."
   "Phew! You had me worried, baby!"
   "Do you like bein' fucked, Tip? I notice you seem to be
a lot more enthused about our cream."
   "It's because it tastes so good. But I want both of you
to fuck me every day."
   "That's just fine, sweetheart. If you like my nut juice,
I plan to shoot most of it in your mouth."
   "Me, too," Leroy said.
   "That's what I want. Most in my mouth, but some in my
cunt every day, too."
   I pulled Joe's cock out of the leg of his shorts and
stroked it. I was a little worried about something. Not
Ellen. It was the fact that I loved Joe a little more. I
wondered if it was because he called me sweetheart. I loved
that. I felt I should love them both equally, but what could
I do? I did love Leroy very much. I decided I would try to
make sure neither of them ever knew. I couldn't bear to hurt
Leroy. I loved him too much.
   I stroked Joe and he began to drip. I licked the juice
off and he sighed. I knew it wasn't safe, but I undid my
seat belt and began sucking him. Joe ran his fingers through
my hair while I did it. I felt Leroy push his hand inside my
shorts. I felt him touch my cunt. He ran his finger over it
and I moaned as I sucked Joe.
   "There's a police car ahead. Better sit up and put your
seat belt on Tip," Joe said.
   I did. I put his cock away and buckled up.
   We finally pulled up in front of our house. Dad's car
was there, but not Ellen's.
   "Shit!" I said. "She isn't here. I don't know why Dad's
home. He should be at work."
   "Do you want to go back home?" Leroy asked. "I mean to
the farm."
   "Maybe she left the letter," Joe said.
   "I better go see. I'll tell my dad I'm spending the
night at your house again."
   Leroy opened his door and got out. I climbed out of the
truck. I felt sick as I walked towards the house. I
remembered how my dad had been before Mom died. I loved him
so much. When she died, he was the only thing that made my
life worth living. We were so close. I sat on his lap every
evening while we watched TV. But then it all went so-wrong.
The drinking started, then Ellen, then the hitting, the
beatings.
    I opened the front door and my dad jumped out of a
chair. I cowered and put my arms over my head. My dad
started crying. He took me in his arms, but I kept my face
down.
   "Please don't hit me! Please!" I begged.
   Dad kept crying. Dad didn't cry. Ever. Not since Mom
died. I wondered what the hell was going on.
   "I am so sorry, Tip. I have been a horrible father."
   I wanted to agree with him, but I didn't want to get
hit, so I kept my mouth shut.
   "Haven't I?" he said. I looked up at him. His eyes were
all red.
   "I've never seen you drunk enough to cry."
   "I'm sober."
   I must have looked like I thought he was crazy. "Oh,
yeah. I believe that!"
   "I am serious. Not a drop."
   I didn't smell it on him. That meant he wouldn't hit me.
The booze was what made him mean. He drank the whole day, so
he was always mean.
    "What happened?" I asked him.
   "I decided to tell you the truth."
   "What truth?"
   "Why I drink. Why I married that bitch."
   I stared at him.
   "First, I have to say this, before I lose my nerve. I
love you, Tip. I do. I really love you."
   "Why do you need nerve to say that?" I was confused and
a little disgusted. He had to force himself to say he loved
me?
   "Oh, baby."
   Dad hugged me.
   "I love you, Tip. I love you."
   Dad bent down and kissed me gently on the lips. Then I
felt his tongue on my lips. I opened my mouth and he pushed
his tongue into my mouth. At first I was shocked, and then,
as his tongue gently stroked mine, I liked it. It was nice.
Very, very nice. I wrapped my arms around him, then.
   I wondered while we kissed, did dad love me this way and
he couldn't deal with it? Was that why he drank?
   Dad pulled away and kissed all over my face. He took my
hand and placed it on his crotch. Dad was hard and big! I
squeezed it and Dad moaned.
   "Did you drink because you wanted me like this?"
   "Yes. I couldn't-I just couldn't tell you. I wanted you
before your mother died. Afterwards, it got really bad. I
went into your room every night after you went to sleep and
beat off while I looked at you. I thought if I had a woman,
I would stop wanting you, so I started dating Ellen. She
made me want you more. You were beautiful and sweet and she
was-well, we know how she was.
   "I drank to forget and it just made me mean. Mean enough
to hurt the only person in the world that I love. I am so
sorry, Tip. I am so sorry I hurt you. I hate myself, but I
want you to know the truth." He stroked my cheek. I looked
into his soft brown eyes, and I believed him. I could try to
forgive him. I realized I still loved him.
   "You are taking this much better than I thought you
would. I know you probably hate me, but I do love you. I
drank, but I still wanted you. So I drank more and more. I
know that doesn't make up for it, but I want you to know why
I treated you so badly. I love you. I have always loved you.
I love you so much I felt terribly guilty. I hope someday
you can forgive me." As dad talked, I was still holding his
cock. I realized I wanted it.
   "Can you ever forgive me?"
   "You won't take up drinking if you have problems?"
   "I didn't drink because of problems. I drank because I
wanted you and could never have you."
   I rubbed his erection. "You are big, Dad," I said.
   "I am. I want you, Tip. The way you are touching me
makes me think you must want me a little."
   "You are so different from how you were."
   "I know. That was the liquor. Tip, you know exactly how
I feel. You can feel how much I want you. You can feel that
I am telling the truth." I squeezed his cock and he moaned.
   He kissed me again and I opened my mouth right away.
While we kissed, I unzipped his pants. I reached in and
wrapped my hand around my daddy's big cock.
   "I've never seen your cock, Dad."
   "Tip, I've wanted you to have it. I realized this
morning that we would have been much better off if I had
just admitted it to you. Even if you weren't interested, it
would have been out in the open."
   "Oh, Dad. I would have been thrilled. I loved you so
much. If you had given me the chance to be even closer to
you, I would have jumped at the chance. I really would have
loved being in your bed, taking Mom's place."
   "I'm a fool, Tip. A rotten fool."
   "Where is Ellen?"
   "I told her I wanted a divorce and she left."
   I knelt and pulled Dad's cock out of his pants. It was a
very nice uncircumcised chunk of meat. I peeled back the
foreskin and looked at the shiny, dark purplish-red head. I
licked it before I took it in my mouth. Dad moaned, "Oh,
baby!"
   I began sucking him. Since he was so big, I used my
hands on the shaft while I sucked on the end.
   "I love you, baby. I do. I want to make it all up to
you. No more booze! Ever! Just love and tenderness."
   I pulled off him. "And sex?"
   "I want that more than anything. Do you want that?"
   "Yes, Dad."
   I swallowed him again and stoked the shaft with both my
hands. Damn, if his cock didn't taste wonderful! My cock was
harder than it had ever been. I was sucking my own dad. You
can't get much nastier than that, and my dick liked it
nasty!
   "I'm close, baby! Oh, baby! You better stop! You better!
Aaw," Dad cried as he shot in my mouth. I swallowed as he
shot-and he shot-and he shot! It was like a hose, he was
shooting so much. I swallowed as fast as I could. His balls
must have been completely full. I felt like I was drinking a
big glass of warm milk. That's how much he shot. I liked the
flavor, too. It was different that Leroy's and Joe's. Theirs
was thinner, more watery. As I swallowed, I realized loved
the flavor! This wasn't going to be the only time I drank
from Dad's spigot, if I could help it!
   "Oh, baby! Drink it! Drink it all! Fuck!"
   Finally it slowed. My stomach actually felt full. It was
a nice feeling. Dad stopped shooting. I squeezed the last of
his cum out of his cock and licked off the end of his dick.
I stood. Dad kissed me again. This time, I licked his tongue
and explored his mouth. Dad was still hard and I stroked his
cock as we kissed. His dick was still slippery from my
saliva. I had just met it, but I knew I was already in love
with his big, beautiful cock.
   "I love you, Daddy!"
   "Oh, baby! I love you! As your daddy, and as your-"
   "Lover?"
   "That is what I have always wanted. Would you consider
it?"
   "Dad, I met two guys, brothers. I fell in love with
them. The two of them are sharing me. Can you share me with
them?"
   Dad looked at me. "I never thought I would have you at
all! Would we make love?"
   "All the time. Three or four times a day."
   Dad coughed. His face turned red. I thought he was going
to choke. I pounded on his back.
   "Did you say three or four times a day, Tip?"
   "Well, if you don't want-"
   "No! I want! I want!"
   "I would be doing it with them, too, though. That's
where the sharing would come in."
   "You love them?"
   "Yes, Dad. They have a farm. It's great! You can come
see it!"
   "I will do anything for you, Tip. Good god! Sex once a
day would be incredible! Could they use a farmhand? I got
fired yesterday. That's the other reason Ellen left."
   "Oh, Dad! You can live with us! It will be great! Even
if they don't need a farmhand, you can live there."
   He grinned at me. Then he picked me up and swung me
around. I laughed.


                             Six
   "Do you want to live on the farm?" Dad asked me.
   "Yes, Daddy. With Joe, Leroy, and you. Say you will,
please!"
   "I will, baby. I would do anything to be with you, and I
mean that."
   I hugged him. "You are my old daddy. The one I had when
I was small. The one I loved so much." I looked at him. "You
sure shot a lot of cum in my mouth! I can still taste it."
   He laughed.
   "I always shoot a lot."
   "Really?"
   Dad laughed. "I guess you liked it. Your face just lit
up."
   "It's delicious! I want lots! While you were shooting, I
decided I wanted to drink from your spigot all the time!"
   Dad shook his head and grinned. "Three or four times a
day?" he asked.
   "Yes," I said, grinning.
   "Can you share me, Dad? I love you, but I love them,
too."
   "Yes, baby. I told you I will do anything to be with
you. I mean that. If I had to share you with twenty men, I
would do it."
   "Let's go meet them."
   I put Dad's cock back in his pants while he grinned at
me. I pulled the zipper back up.
   I opened the front door and we walked outside. Joe and
Leroy were standing next to the truck. I grinned at them and
they looked relieved.
   "Joe, this is my dad, Rob." Joe looked up at him-Dad is
tall-and put out his hand. Dad shook it.
   "Tip told me he loves you, Joe."
   "Yes, sir. And I love Tip very much."
   Dad nodded at him.
   "Dad, this is Leroy."
   "Hello, Leroy."
   "It's nice to meet you, Rob," Leroy said.
   I hugged Dad. "Can I speak to them alone for a minute,
Dad?"
   "Of course, baby." Dad bent down and kissed me on the
mouth. Then he walked back into the house.
   "What happened?" Joe asked.
   "Dad gave up drinking. He told me the reason he drank
was because he wanted me, you know, sexually, and he
couldn't deal with it."
   "No, shit?" Leroy asked.
   "The thing is, I want him."
   I watched tears form in their eyes.
   "I want all of you," I said.
   "What?" Joe asked.
   "Dad said he was willing to share me. He needs a job,
too. Could he work on the farm and live with us? Please?
Please?"
   Leroy laughed. "Tip. You are a wonder. It's fine with
me. We could use a farmhand."
   "Joe?" I asked.
   "You'll have sex with all three of us?"
   "Yes. That's what I want. Please?"
   Joe shook his head and grinned at me.
   "We won't get meatloaf or French toast if I say no, and
my stomach won't allow that! So yes!" I hugged him.
   "Does it bother you that I want him?" I asked them.
   "It makes my dick so hard it hurts," Leroy said.
   "Me, too. Can we watch you have sex?" Joe asked.
   "Sure! We will all be having sex all the time!"
   "Yee haw!" Joe said, pumping his fist.
   "This means I can go to that school by the farm and
everything will be completely legal!"
   "Uh, yeah. Right," Joe said.
   "What do you mean?"
   "I mean three adult men will be taking turns screwing a
twelve-year old, and one of them is his father! I think it
might not be completely legal."
   I laughed. "Well, maybe not legal, but it's hot, isn't
it?" I asked. They both grinned and nodded.
   "I'll help him pack. I love you both very much. Well,
all three of you."
   Joe took me in his arms and kissed me. "I love you,
sweetheart. This is a good plan. I think things are working
out for the best."
   I kissed Leroy and then went back in the house.
   "Let's pack Dad!"
   "I can work there?"
   "Yes!" I hugged him.
   "I love you, Daddy."
   "I love you, baby. I guess you aren't a virgin."
   "No, Daddy. Do you mind?"
   "Well, I always fantasized about taking your cherry, but
considering what an ass I've been, I'm lucky you love me at
all. But you will let me-?"
   "All the time!" I said, grinning. "I really want you to
fuck me, Daddy." Dad groaned.
   I went to my room and took a pillowcase and put stuff in
it that I wanted. We could get the rest later. I went in to
help Dad.
   "Do you have loose shorts you could wear, Daddy?"
   "Yeah, I think so. Why?"
   "So I can play with your dick in the truck." Dad looked
shocked.
   "You want to?"
   "Remember when I said `all the time'."
   Dad laughed. "I heard it. I just couldn't believe it!"
   "It's true. You don't really need to wear a shirt."
   Dad laughed. "Maybe you want me to ride naked."
   "I do!" I said, laughing. "I want to run my hands all
over your hairy body. I love hairy men."
   "Well, your old man is definitely hairy."
   He pulled stuff out of drawers and I packed it into his
suitcase.
   "How do they feel about us?" Dad asked.
   "Leroy said it made his dick so hard it hurt. They, um-"
   "What?" Dad asked
   "They want to watch us have sex."
   "Oh. Do you mind if they watch us, Tip?"
   "No. I don't want to have to hide when I having sex with
you or them. I want us all to be a family." Dad nodded.
   "It's fine with me, baby."
   "Great! While you are fucking me, I can suck their
cocks."
   Dad coughed. "You've changed, Tip!" I smiled at him.
   I found a short, loose pair of running shorts in one of
Dad's drawers. I handed them to him and he grinned at me.
   I licked my lips as he undressed.
   "I never noticed how hot you are, Dad!"
   "You think I'm hot?"
   "Very."
   Dad smiled at me. He finished.
   "We can get the rest later," Dad said.
   We left the house and Dad locked up.
   We got in the truck. Right before Dad got in, he took
his shirt off and grinned at me.
   I sat next to him. It was crowded, but I didn't mind.
   I felt my dad's chest. I pulled on his nipple before I
leaned over and sucked on it.
   "Oh, fuck!" Leroy said. "We are going to crash and die!"
   "Not if you pay attention to the road and not the incest
orgy in the truck!" Joe said.
   I laughed. "This is my first incest orgy. How about you,
Dad?"
   "Mine, too," Dad said.
   "It's a first for all of us," Leroy said.
   "Is there a bedroom for Dad?"
   "Yes. We have plenty of room," Joe said.
   "I worked on a farm when I was in high school. The
Driscoll farm," Dad said.
   "Oh, yeah. Well, we're just growing corn right now. But
with three of us, we can start planting more," Joe said.
   They talked about farming while I wished I was sucking
Dad or Joe, or maybe both! But Leroy was right. It wasn't
safe. I leaned my head against Joe for a while, and then I
rested it on Dad. He took my hand and held it. I sighed and
they stopped talking.
   "I think our Tip is happy," Leroy said.
   "I am. I really am. I have my Dad back, and now I have
three husbands! Just think of all that cream!"
   Leroy and Joe laughed.
   "What cream?" Dad asked.
   "Your son is a spunk lover. He loves drinking our
cream-um, Rob."
   "He told me he liked drinking from my spigot," Dad said.
They all laughed.
   "I like drinking from all my husband's spigots!" We all
laughed.
   "I am really glad we can be so open about all this," Dad
said. "I've spent the last five years hiding and pretending.
I don't want to do that anymore. It fucked up my life, and
Tip's life."
   "Well, Rob, Leroy and I are very open about sex."
   "Hey!" I said. "You two had incest orgies! They used to
have sex together, Dad."
   "Baby, two people is not an orgy," Dad said.
   "Oh. I didn't think of that."
   "Did you know what a good cook Tip is, Rob?"
   "No. I didn't."
   "I'll be cooking all the meals for us, Dad. I clean the
house and cook, and the three of you will do the outside
work. That reminds me. I wanted to make a pot roast tonight
unless you really want meatloaf again."
   "You mean roast beef, like on Christmas?" Joe asked. I
laughed.
   "Do you see how they need me, Dad?" Dad laughed.
   "I think we all need you, baby."
   I smiled. I was loved and needed.
   "Yes, like on Christmas, Joe."
   "Pot roast will be just fine," Leroy said.
   Dad and I were still holding hands. I took Dad's hand
and kissed it. I felt him shaking. I looked and he was
crying. He reached over and hugged me, which was hard to do,
considering how crowded it was.
   I rubbed his thigh and watched his cock shoot out the
leg of his shorts. I started laughing.
   "Holy cow! I mean horse!" Leroy said, when he saw Dad's
cock.
   I laughed.
   "Jesus H Christ!" Joe said. "How big is that thing?"
   "About ten inches," Dad said.
   "It tastes good, too," I said. They all laughed.
   "He makes us look like midgets!" Joe said.
   "You aren't that much smaller."
   "I didn't think we were small at all until I saw your
dad's dick," Leroy said.
   I kept holding Dad's hand and we kept grinning at each
other. I couldn't help looking at his cock. It was really
nice. I never thought of my dad sexually before that day,
but I was realizing quickly that he was incredibly sexy. I
wondered if I thought that because he was my father. I
looked at that big, uncut dick of his and decided I would
have wanted him even if he wasn't. I began stroking that
big, pretty thing. Dad sighed.
   "What did you do before, Rob?" Joe asked.
   "I was a mechanic at Richardson Automotive."
   "That will be a lot of help on the farm. A lot of the
equipment keeps breaking down."
   "Yes, I worked on farm equipment at the Driscolls."
   "That's great," Leroy said. "We really lucked out there.
Joe and I are not very good at repairing the tractors and
threshers, and it's expensive having them fixed."
   We stopped at the grocery store and picked up all the
things on my list. Then I decided to go down each aisle to
see if there was anything else we need. We ended up with two
carts full. There were four of us now, so we needed all of
it.
   We got the food home and Joe and Leroy showed Dad the
bedroom next to ours. When I saw the bed, I realized he
wouldn't be sleeping with me. I didn't know if I should push
Joe and Leroy to let Dad sleep with us. They had been so
understanding about Dad already.
   While I was staring at the bed, Joe stood next to me and
put his arm around me.
   "Are wondering when you can sleep with your dad?"
   "Yes, Joe. I love all three of you, but he's my dad, not
yours. I know you don't want him in your bed. Besides, four
people in one bed would be really crowded."
   "Leroy and I will talk about it. Don't worry, baby. OK?"
   I turned to him and we kissed.
   "I love you, Joe."
   "I love you, Tip."
   I went into the kitchen. Joe followed me. We put the
groceries away. Joe was looking at me like he wanted
something.
   "I didn't suck you!"
   "No. Your dad was there."
   I knelt and pulled his cock out of his shorts. I pulled
his foreskin back and licked the head for a while.
   "I love you so much," I said to his cock, like I was
talking to it. Then I kissed it.
   "I love you, too, Tip." Joe said in a little voice. We
both laughed.
   I began sucking him. I saw motion and looked over. Dad
was watching me suck Joe. I didn't pay any attention to him.
My husband's cock tasted too good. Joe ran his fingers
through my hair. It felt wonderful. Joe moaned.
   "Feed him! Feed my son!" Dad said.
   Joe groaned and came. I swallowed his tasty cream. I
stroked his balls in the hope they would give me more. Joe
sighed as his orgasm ended.
   I stood up, wiped my mouth, and grinned at both of them.
   Joe took me in his arms.
   "Baby, Leroy and I are going to show Rob around. It will
take a while."
   "OK. Do you want lunch first?"
   "No. I think we can wait. Are you hungry, Rob? We had a
big breakfast, thanks to Tip."
   "I am. Could I have a piece of bread?" Dad said.
   "A piece of bread?"
   I laughed.
   "I will make my dad a grilled cheese sandwich. It won't
take long."
   I waited for Joe to ask if I could make those, but he
didn't. I made Dad two grilled cheese sandwiches and he
gobbled them down. After he ate, he pulled me onto his lap
and kissed me. He had put his shirt back on. I unbuttoned
two of the buttons on his shirt and slipped my hand in to
feel his hairy chest. He pulled my mouth to his and we
kissed. I pulled one of his nipples while his tongue
explored my mouth. I could feel his erection under me. I
wanted it.
   "You're hard, Daddy," I whispered in his ear.
   "You make me hard, Tip. You've made me hard for years."
   "Sweetheart, I'm guessing you want some more of your
Dad's nut juice. Am I right?" Joe asked.
   "You are Joe!" I laughed.
   "Go for it! We can wait a few minutes."
   I grinned and got off Dad's lap. He looked excited and
very sexy. He still had those loose shorts on, so I got his
cock out, easily. I pulled his balls out, too. His balls
were big, just like his cock. I rubbed my face over his cock
and balls for a while. Dad and Joe both moaned. I took a
deep sniff of my dad.
   "Leroy! Get your butt in here! You are missin' the
show!"
   I began licking Dad's balls.
   I heard Leroy say, "Hot damn!"
   After I licked his balls, I began licking his cock. I
licked it for a couple of minutes. I felt my shorts being
pulled down. I stood up and stepped out of them. I knelt
again and resumed licking Dad's cock. I felt a wet finger
push slowly into my cunt.
   "Are you going to fuck him?" I heard Dad ask.
   "If he will let me," Joe said.
   "I want you to fuck me, Joe. Push that beautiful cock
inside me right now!"
   "Bossy, isn't he Rob?" Joe said.
   They all laughed.
   Joe placed his cock and my hole and pushed. I pushed out
and he slid inside me. Fuck! It hurt! He started moving.
   "Hold still for a couple of minutes, will you?" I asked.
   "Of course, baby."
   I went back to licking Dad's cock. Dad began giving me
little spurts of his precum. It tasted really good and I
kept lapping it up. I loved Dad's balls almost as much as I
loved his cock. His balls made his delicious milk and it was
all mine! Every drop of cum that my dad's balls produced
would be mine to love and enjoy.
   "Are you going to feed your baby boy, Rob? He's hungry."
   "I am. I am going to feed him just as often as he'll let
me."
   Joe and Leroy laughed. I stopped licking Dad and
laughed, too.
   "That's a hell of a lot of feedings, Rob. Your boy is
always hungry."
   "He said three or four times a day," Dad said.
   "I think you will be coming as often as you can get it
up," Leroy said.
   "I agree," I said. "Fuck me, Joe. Please?"
   "Now that is nice and polite," Joe said as he pulled out
and pushed inside me.
   I started sucking Dad. Enough foreplay. I wanted his
cream. I sucked on the end while I stroked that big,
beautiful cock. Dad groaned and pushed his crotch towards
me. Joe was fucking me and it felt good. Leroy crawled under
me and began sucking my cock. I came really quickly, but he
kept sucking.
   "Oh, holy fuck!" Dad cried as he began shooting. I
gulped down his warm, creamy spunk as he shot it. And like
the first time, he kept shooting. I was really happy. While
I swallowed, I took my hands off the shaft. I held his balls
with one hand while I stroked them gently with the other. I
guess something happened, because the next spurt was more
powerful than the one before it. I swallowed and swallowed
and swallowed. Unfortunately, it had to end and it did. It
slowed and then stopped.
   But the fun wasn't over. Joe groaned and held still. I
knew he was unloading inside me.
   Joe pulled out. "Your turn, Leroy."
   I looked up at Dad and smiled at him. He grinned at me.
   "After Leroy comes, I should have plenty of cream in my
cunt. Do you want to fuck me, Daddy?"
   "Oh, baby! Yes. But not on the kitchen floor. I want our
first time to be a little more memorable."
   "This is pretty damn memorable!" Joe said.
   I laughed.
   "Do you want me to fuck you in here, Tip?"
   "Yes."
   "Then I will."
   Leroy grabbed my hips and began fucking me. I took Dad
back into my mouth and he got fully hard very quickly. I
rested my arms on his thighs as I sucked him. Leroy started
groaning, so I figured he wouldn't last long. He sped up his
thrusts and then shouted, "Tip! Baby!" as he emptied his
balls inside me.
   Leroy pulled out of me.
   "Joe, will you wash your cock so I can suck you while
Dad fucks me?"
   "You got it, sweetheart."
   Dad stood and pulled me up. He kissed me. I unbuttoned
his shirt and pulled it off him as we kissed. After we
kissed, I stroked Dad's upper lip.
   "Will you grow back your mustache, Dad? I miss it."
   "Did you like it?"
   "Yes. I loved it."
   "Yes, baby. I will. Ellen didn't like it."
   I stroked Dad's cheek before hugging him. Then I got on
my hands and knees.
   Joe sat in the chair Dad had just left. Dad moved behind
me. I felt his cock at my cunt. He pushed in while I pushed
out. It didn't go in. Dad was not only longer than Joe and
Leroy, but he was thicker, too.
   "Push harder, Dad."
   "Are you sure?"
   "Yes. But once you are inside, stop and let me get used
to it."
   "OK, baby."
   He pushed and I groaned. It was horrible! I felt like my
cunt was on fire while it was being ripped open. I clenched
my eyes shut. It was by far the most pain I ever felt. I
screamed.
   "Shit!" Dad said.
   "Did you use lube?" I gasped.
   "Oops." I really tried hard not to get mad.
   "Dammit, Rob!" Joe said.
   Dad was used to fucking women. I guessed you didn't need
lube for that.
   He pulled out. Then I felt his wet cock pressed against
my hole. He pushed inside, and it hurt like hell, but it
wasn't as bad as the first time. Once he had the head inside
me, he stopped.
   "Let me know when you are ready."
   "OK."
   "I can't believe you are still hard, Joe."
   "This is the hottest thing I've ever seen, baby! You are
getting fucked by your own father," Joe said.
   "And his horse dick. It is. It's fucking hot!" Leroy
said.
   I looked at Joe's pretty, and very stiff cock in front
of me, and I began sucking him. Joe sighed.
   The pain became a little more bearable, but it was still
much more painful than when Joe and Leroy fucked me for the
first time. I pulled off Joe and told Dad he could start. I
began sucking Joe again. Leroy pulled up a chair next to Joe
and sat. I pulled off Joe and began stroking their cocks,
one in each hand. They were both grinning at me.
   "Oh, baby! You are so fucking tight!" Dad said.
   "Is that good or bad?"
   "Good." All three of them said.
   I felt like a stuffed turkey when Dad pushed his cock
all the way inside me. It still hurt a lot. Dad started
thrusting faster. I screamed again.
   "Dad! It's too much! Please slow down!"
   "I'm sorry, baby." He slowed.
   "Is that better?"
   "Yes." That was a lie. I wish I could say I enjoyed the
first time my dad fucked me, but it was horrible. I gasped.
   "It hurts, doesn't it?" Dad asked.
   "Yes. I'm sorry Dad."
   "You don't have to apologize. I have a big cock and you
are little."
   Dad pulled out of me.
   "How many times have you been fucked, Tip?"
   "I don't know. Leroy? Did you keep count?"
   "Joe and I took Tip's cherry last night, Rob."
   "I think I will wait for you two to stretch his hole
before I try to fuck him again. Tip, I would much rather
have you suck my cock, which you enjoy than fuck you. Is
that all right with you?"
   "Oh, Daddy! Yes! Thank you."
   "I'm sorry I didn't use lube. I've never fucked an ass
before."
   "It's OK. Just knowing I get to drink your cream is
enough to make up for it."
   I stood up and Dad took me in his arms and kissed me.
   I felt really wet back there and something was dripping
down my leg. I turned around and saw blood running down my
leg and onto the floor.
   "Oh, shit!" I said.
   They looked.
   "Oh, baby! I've hurt you again!" Dad started crying.
   "What do we do, Joe?" Leroy asked.
   "I guess apply pressure. Get a couple of towels."
   Joe and Leroy wiped the blood off me while I hugged Dad.
One of them pressed a towel to my hole.
   "It's OK, Daddy. I wanted you to fuck me. It's just that
we are both new to it and you are really big. Please don't
cry. I'm the one bleeding and I'm not crying!"
   Dad looked at me and chuckled. Then we all laughed.
   "Are you sure you are all right?" Dad asked.
   "Yes. It hurts, but it's getting much better."
   "I am not fucking you again. I am too big. I swore I
would never hurt you again. This time was accidental, but I
will never hurt you again," Dad said.
   I was relieved, to be honest. But I figured when I was
bigger, and had been fucked by Joe and Leroy a few hundred
times, I could take him. Meanwhile I got to suck him and I
loved doing that.
   Dad looked at his cock and saw blood all over it. He
gasped and started crying again.
   "Have you always cried this much? I never noticed it
before," I said. He was kind of a cry-baby.
   He started laughing.
   "Oh, Tip! I love you!!"
   I hugged him again.
   Leroy showed him to the bathroom so he could wash the
blood off.
   Joe was still pressing a towel to my hole. I took over.
   "Are you glad that only you and Leroy will be fucking
me?"
   "I am. Maybe I shouldn't be."
   "I don't mind. You are husband number one." Joe looked
very, very happy.
   "Am I, baby?"
   "Yes. Please don't mention that."
   Joe took me in his arms and kissed me. Then he nuzzled
me behind my ear.
   "I love you so much, Tip!" he whispered in my ear. "You
are the best thing that ever happened to me."
   "I love you, too. And you are so, so sexy." Joe grinned
at me.
   "Is Leroy number two or three?" he whispered. I held up
two fingers.
   "Perfect, baby! Absolutely perfect!"
   I stroked Joe's cheek and looked into his eyes. We
smiled at each other. I was definitely in love and I could
see Joe was, too. I rested my head on his chest and hugged
him with one arm. I was still pressing the towel against my
hole.
   "I was afraid with your Dad here, Leroy and me would
fade into the background."
   "No. I love you too much, Joe."
   Joe sighed.
   "And you are a much better lover."
   Joe grinned at me.
   Dad and Leroy came back in the room.
   "Let's see if the bleeding stopped," Dad said.
   He knelt and took the towel.
   "Yes. It looks like it has stopped." He sighed. He
sounded relieved. I know I was.
   "Let's show Rob around the farm, bro," Joe said.
   "Sure thing!"
   "I'll do the dishes and start on lunch," I said. "How
about ham sandwiches since we are having pot roast for
dinner."
   "Oh, boy! I can't wait for either!" Leroy said.
   "Same here!" Joe said.
   They started getting dressed.
   "You all look so much better naked," I said to them. All
three of them grinned at me.
   "Horny, isn't he?" Dad said to Joe.
   "Yup. Our bride is at least as horny as we are. And
that's sayin' somethin'!"
   Leroy nodded
   I went to the sink to wash the breakfast dishes. They
went out the back door.
   I knew I wasn't going to get fucked that night; I would
start bleeding again. I was very relieved. Getting fucked
was nice to think about, but it hurt. Sucking dicks didn't
hurt at all and I really liked doing it. Plus I got a tasty
treat as a reward for my effort! I wasn't big guy. I wasn't
quite five feet tall. When I was bigger, I figured getting
fucked would hurt less.
   After I finished the dishes, I sat at the table. It
hurt. I decided to sit on the towel, in case I started
bleeding. I looked in my cookbook for ideas about lunch.
   I thought about my dad. My emotions about him were wild.
I loved him. I was still mad at him. I wanted him. I was
still dealing with the way he treated me before. I
understood his reason for drinking. I knew people drank for
less reason than having incestuous thoughts about their son!
But no one made him treat me badly. I loved him very much,
but if he ever drank again, I would make sure he didn't live
with me.
   I went back to the cookbook. I stroked my cock and
thought about my three husbands.



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