Date: Tue, 16 Aug 2005 18:03:57 -0500
From: Rodwl <rodwl@comcast.net>
Subject: Good Counsul? chapter 7

"James Marcum?" asked Officer Tate as he entered the office.

"Officer Tate?  What has happened with my Mother and wife?
Why couldn't you tell me over the phone?"

"Perhaps you'd like to take a seat sir."

"Tell me what is going on.  Why are you here?" said James as
he steadied himself on the arm of the chair.  Sitting down,
his face was turning whiter by the moment.

"Sir, there has been an accident.  Your Mothers car with her
and your wife inside was found overturned on the West Grand
exit from I-17.  A truck had jackknifed and your Mother was
evidently traveling too fast for conditions and could not
stop, she swerved to avoid the truck and went off the exit
rolling the car down the embankment.  I am sorry to have to
tell you but women died at the scene."

"God NO!  Where are they now?"

"They have been removed to the city morgue.  We identified
them from their driver's licenses and verified the car's
plates.  If you think you possible could, we would like to
have you verify their ID.  I can take you to the morgue for
that if you will allow me to.
Please let me say how sorry I am for your loss."

"What am I going to tell Jimmy?  He should be in school
right now.  They were going to pick him up after school
today to do some shopping."

"What time would that be?  Perhaps I could take you to the
morgue now and afterward we could pick up your son."

"Yes officer, but I don't want Jimmy to be frightened by
being picked up in a police car."

"No problem sir, I'm driving an unmarked vehicle.  Shall we
go?"

"Dad? What are we going to do now?"

"Jimmy, for now I need to contact your grandmother's
attorney and get the arrangements started for the funerals.
Son we'll get through this, I don't know just how but
somehow."

"Will they be buried at Greenwood Memory Lawn Cemetery close
to Grandma's family?"

"I think that would be the best place, I know your
Grandmother always said when the time came that's where she
wanted to be."

"Jimmy, it's getting late how about we head for bed.  There
is a lot to do in the morning."

"OK, I'm pretty beat too.  I was tired when you picked me up
after football practice at school and then with Mom and
Grandma I'm tired but I don't know if I can go to sleep."

"Try son, just try.  I'm here if you need me."

James and Jimmy headed for their respective bedrooms.  As
James entered his he broke down in tears as the realization
came over him that never again would Lily be with him in the
room.  He was to be alone in the king-size bed.  He slowly
made his way across the room disrobing as he went.  Dropping
his clothes along the way he headed into the bathroom and
took care of his nightly routine.  Tossing his boxers into
the hamper he strode nude back across the room and pulled
back the duvet and climbed in between the sheets.

In Jimmy's room a similar scene played out.  At fifteen
Jimmy had long ago grown out of wearing pajamas.  When his
mother was around he always kept a pair of shorts handy.  It
was common practice for him or his father to wear just a
pair of boxers or shorts around the house.  Sometimes his
father didn't even bother with those but he couldn't do
that.  Now that his mom wasn't there maybe he wouldn't need
them anymore.  He couldn't help how he felt, whenever his
Dad was around in his boxers or less he always got the
weirdest feelings.  He wished he could be closer to his Dad.
At night when he heard sounds from his parents' room he
fantasized what it would be like for him to be with his Dad,
to have him running his hands over his body.  To be kissed
by his Dad and he be able to kiss him back.  As he lay on
his bed he knew he would not be able to get to sleep, at
fifteen years old he had needs.  His dick was at full staff,
hard and pulsing, he wanted to jerk off, but in his mind he
kept picturing his Dad.  He didn't want to jerk himself off,
he wanted to be with his Dad. His words ran over and over
through his mind, "I'm here if you need me."  He hadn't run
to his parents' bed at night since he was a little boy.
Fear of a storm or some other nightmare wasn't on his mind
tonight.  He longed to be near his Dad.  Rising from his bed
he headed for his Father's bedroom.  There was no need for
lights; he was all too accustomed to the way.

Quietly he opened the door to his father's room and crept
near the bed. His Father heard him and softly asked if he
needed something.

"Dad, can I sleep with you?  I don't want to be alone in my
room tonight."

"Sure son, crawl in," he replied as he realized his state of
undress and started to get up to get his shorts.

"Dad, where are you going?"

"To get something on."

"Dad please don't ."

"What, why not?"

"I'm nude too Dad, I want to feel you against me, I want you
to hold me."

"But son, it isn't right."

"Dad, I love you please let me, " pleaded Jimmy.

Jimmy crawled into bed and moved as close to his Father as
he could.   Reaching out his hand he gently took hold of his
Father's wrist and directed it towards his groin. James
started to pull away as he realized where his hand was
heading but Jimmy held fast and placed his fathers hand on
his engorged dick.

"Son, we shouldn't do this."

"Please Dad, make me feel better, make me cum."

As James wrestled with his thoughts he hadn't moved his hand
away yet.  Jimmy quickly took his own hand and grasped his
Father's rod as it began to swell under his hand.

"See Dad you are enjoying it too, please let's do each
other."

James found his mind going blank as Jimmy massaged and
caressed him.  He was growing to his full eight inch length
and become hard as his son skillfully handled him.
Stroke after stroke was bringing him ever so much closer to
release.  With out thinking, his own hand kept up his
manipulation of his son.  Both were sweating, their
breathing growing deeper and quicker.  Jimmy had thrown the
covers off of them.  As if in concert their backs arched,
stars appeared before their eyes as they both reached
orgasm.  The volleys of cum burst forward striking the
headboard of the bed and then their faces as shot after shot
cascaded into the air falling back like raindrops over their
bodies. Though the time was actually short, it seemed to
last an eternity.   Spent, Jimmy rolled over towards his Dad
and pulling him into an embrace their lips met in a kiss.
Cum, splattered across their lips, enticed them to open, and
their tongues began battle sharing their fluids.
Their chests rubbed together as their cum mixed and coated
them.  Their dicks still engorged rubbed together in their
own wild dance.

"Dad, I've wanted you for so long.  Take me, I want you in
me."

"We shouldn't, Son, I love you too, I don't want to hurt
you."

"You won't Dad, please do it now, I want to feel you in me.
Use our cum as lube, please Dad I need to feel you in me."
"On one condition Son, I know this may sound weird but I
want you to take me first."

"Really Dad, do you mean it?"

"Yes son, but before you do I have another request. I want
you to spank me."

"Dad, are you sure?"

"I'll explain later but right now I want you to let me lay
over your lap and I want you to spank me as hard as you can.
Then I want you to bury your cock up in me and take me."

Jimmy scooted to the edge of the bed pulling his Father with
him.  James moved into position, his hands on the floor in
front of him his feet on the floor, his groin over his sons
lap with his cock between his son's legs.  Jimmy moved his
legs together and captured his Father's cock and balls.
Raising his hand high in the air he brought it down on his
Father's right ass cheek.

"Thank you son, please give me another."

Again the hand came down, this time on the other cheek.

"Thank you son, please give me another."

As Jimmy continued the sides of his legs became wet with the
precum dripping from his Father.  James' ass was turning a
bright red as handprint after handprint overlapped. Heat
emanated as the beating continued.

After some unknown number of swats Jimmy stopped and
reaching over his Father and wiping the precum from his legs
he took his other hand and pried apart the ass crack in
front of him.  With his cum covered hand he began to spread
the nectar in the cleft and worked more and more of it
towards his Father's hole.  First with a single finger he
pressed on the rosebud and gained entry.  Slowly he worked
the precum into the sphincter as he messaged and stretched
the hole before him.  A second finger added to the assault
and then a third.  When he felt he had his Father ready he
softly placed his hands on his shoulder and indicated his
desired movement.  Getting him to rise he then had him lay
on his back.  All the while Jimmy's cock was holding as hard
as steel and dripping.  Knee walking his way up on the bed
between his Father's legs he picked up each leg and placed
it on his shoulders.  Pushing forth he brought the tip of
his cock in contact with his Father's rosebud.  Gently
pushing forward, James opened and Jimmy's cock disappeared
inside.  Sinking all the way in Jimmy started to retreat.
James, grabbing the sheets around him in his fists, begged
Jimmy to ram him, drive his dick home, and pound him.  Jimmy
pulled himself almost to the point of his glans slipping
through the sphincter when he reversed and with as much
force as he could muster rammed his dick into the depths of
his Father's rectum.  Each and every thrust was bombarding
James' prostate as he flew higher and higher.  Jimmy could
feel his cum begin to boil as it rose within him and forcing
its way started exploding through his piss slit and raining
into his Father.  The feeling washing over James took him
over the edge and as he moved his legs to encircle his son's
waist, he pulled his son further into him with his leg's
scissor-like grip, his sphincter contracted sending Jimmy
even further over the edge and his own cum shoot between
them in what seemed a solid stream coating their chests and
abdomens.

Leaning forward Jimmy scooped up cum from their chests and
with his finger brought some first to his Father's lips and
then his own.  Using his tongue to pick more of the cum he
proceeded to kiss his Father exchanging cum with saliva and
continued with their battle of the tongues.

James placed his arms around his son's shoulders and rolled
them over, placing Jimmy below him.  Supporting himself with
his elbows and knees he began at Jimmy's face and began to
lick and kiss his way down to his chin then the cleft at the
base of the neck, to one nipple and then the other.  Each
movement was caressing and tantalizing the flesh as he
cleaned away any remnant of cum.  As he stopped at each
nipple he pulled it into his mouth and sucked and then bit
it just enough to drive Jimmy into a frenzy.  Jimmy was now
grasping at the sheets with his head turning from one side
to the other as his body seemed to be on fire with lust and
desire.  His cock was getting harder: feeling as if it were
about to burst.  James worked his way down the center of his
son's chest into his naval, exploring it with his tongue. He
slowly followed Jimmy's treasure trail and soon was basking
in the aroma of Jimmy's crotch.  Avoiding the straining
seven inch pole in front of him he licked his way around to
one side and then the other and down behind the balls.
Playfully he retreated to capture one testicle in his mouth
and roll it around, only to release it and inhale the other
to tease it with the same treatment.  Instead of releasing
it he recaptured the other one and massaged them with his
tongue as he gently applied a vacuum pressure pulling them
further away from the body.  Releasing them he took his
tongue to the underside of Jimmy's shaft and with just the
tip of his tongue teased his way up and down finally moving
first to one side and then the other constantly continuing
his gentle torture.  As Jimmy's cock pumped more and more
precum James suddenly engulfed the entire shaft into his
mouth swallowing it completely, his nostrils buried in his
son's pubes.  Backing off a little, just enough to bring the
glands out of his throat and into his mouth he circled the
corona with his tongue.  Jimmy was thrashing about so
uncontrollably that James had to hold him down with his
hands at his waist.

James pulled his mouth off of Jimmy's dick and dove down
thrusting the tip of his tongue into the rosebud before him.
Lifting Jimmy's legs up and out of the way, James licked,
and massaged the rosebud with his tongue.  Between thrusting
his tongue into the anus James gingerly began to bite around
the lips to his son's ass.  Getting the area as wet as he
could with his spit he reached up and scooped up precum to
complete his preparation.  Proceeding from one finger to
three he opened the flower before him as his son emitted
sounds like a wild animal and writhed below him.  Deeming
him ready James lifted himself into a kneeling position and
slowly gained entryway into his son.

In and out he pistoned his son as Jimmy shouted at his
father.  Previously spent, this cum would not occur quickly
and both sweated and sweared as their bodies climbed towards
release. Pounding thrusts assaulted Jimmy's prostate and his
balls tried to pull up tight but each time he was almost
there, ready to go over the edge, James grabbed his scrotum
and pulled bringing him just off the precipice.

Feeling he was about to die if he couldn't cum Jimmy begged
his Father to let him cum, take him over the top.  James
acquiesced and with a deep and final thrust he unloaded into
his son.  Jimmy body went out of control and as his dick
unloaded and his ass tightened down on his Father's cock.
Fireworks went off in his head and he all but blacked out.

James fell to the side of his son and putting his arms and
legs around him pulled him tight against his body as they
regained their normal breathing pattern.

"Think we better shower son," said James as they finally
came back to earth.

"That and change the sheets if we want to sleep here,"
replied Jimmy in a very weary voice."

Jimmy rose the next morning to the smell of bacon and
coffee, his Dad no where to be seen.

"Good morning sleepy head, it's almost 10 o'clock, weren't
tired were you?" asked James as Jimmy walked into the
kitchen au natural.

"That late? But I did sleep well your help!"

"I don't know that we should repeat last night son.  It
really isn't right."

"Dad, it felt too good not to be right, I know I can't say
anything to any one because of my age, but no one else is
around now, it's just us and if we don't have each other who
do we have? Besides, if you aren't willing to do that again
I may just have to attack you in your sleep, tie you up and
have my way with you!"

"That could get interesting!" countered James as he looked
at his son with a grin across his face.

"Just wait, Dad, I'll get you!"

"Or have fun trying, huh son?"

"You got it Dad."

As the phone rang James turned and answered it.

"Hello.  Yes this is James Marcum.  You are my mother's
attorney?  Yes I can meet with you today.  What time?  Three
o'clock at your office on North Third and East Van Buren St.
Certainly, no problem."

"Well that was your Grandmother attorney we'll meet with him
this afternoon.  I think we can talk to the funeral home
before then.  Let's hurry up and get ready.  OK son?"

"Sure Dad, do I need to wear a suit?"

"I think that would be best, how about your new dark blue
one with the fine stripe?"

"If you say so, you know I hate to wear suits."

"Yeah I know, you don't care for any other than your
"birthday suit" do you?"

"DAD that one's only for you, you know!"

"OK  Hop to it!"

"Hello Mr. Marcum, Mr. Wisener is waiting for you sir.  Is
this your son with you?"

"Yes, it is.  Thank you."

"If you will follow me I'll take you to Mr. Wisener's
office."

"I'd appreciate that, Son this way."

"Mr. Marcum and is this Jimmy?"

"Yes, it is. Hello sir."

"Please have a seat, your Grandmother spoke often of you
son, I almost felt as if I knew you.  You are quite the
young man she described."

"Thank you sir, I appreciate you compliments."

"And well-mannered as well, James, may I call you James? "

"Certainly"

"Everything your Mother has told me seems to be right you
have brought up a very fine young man."

"Thank you, but could we get on to the purpose of this
visit?

"Of course, I'm sorry.  Your Mother left very implicit
instructions with me should something happen to her.  Her
estate was put into a trust a number of years ago so there
will be no problem with probate and all that silly nonsense.
I will give you a copy of that trust since you and your son
are the only surviving heirs.  There is one other detail she
asked me to handle though."
"And that is?'

"I know you have had many questions about your father?"

"My Mother would never tell me anything about him; I don't
even know what his name is.  She always used her own family
name and I carry that today. Why do you mention it?"

"You're correct.  Your Mother did not feel it necessary to
burden herself with a husband she didn't need.  Her family
wealth allowed her all the comfort she ever wanted.  In her
mind, if she would have brought your father into the
picture, she thought he may only have wanted her money.  As
she got a little older and Jimmy here was born, she began to
think that perhaps, she owed you an explanation and some
information that could help you to find him.  She felt that
as an adult with wealth of your own, if you decided to
establish a relationship with him it would be up to you. She
could never bring herself to give you the information for as
long as she was alive there would always be the possibility
of other problems.  With her death no claims would be
possible."

"So there is a chance that we could actually locate my
Father?"

"Yes James, and per her instructions I have turned the
information over to a detective and had him do the foot work
before calling you about it.  He was quite easy to find with
the information she left.  I don't know why she refused to
tell anyone before.  I am not allowed to divulge his name
until I have contacted him and, explaining the situation,
gotten the permission to give you the details.  At that
point you will be allowed to determine whether or not you
wish to meet with him.  I will give you a full background
and picture of his status to work with.  I'm sorry I am not
in a position to do any more any sooner, but that was the
way the instructions were given to me."

"After all these years I guess I can wait a little longer
but please now that you have told me what you have I don't
know how long I can wait."

"I should be able to finish things off by tomorrow.  Can I
call you early afternoon to let you know the status and
perhaps, make further arrangements?"

"Sure that should work.  By the way I have spoken with the
funeral home and the funeral is planned for the day after
tomorrow.  Visitation will be tomorrow evening.  Interment
will be at Greenwood Memory Lawn Cemetery."

"Yes that's where she requested.  If you have any other
questions give me a call.  The secretary has some other
financial information that may assist you in the
arrangements.  She will give them to you on your way out.
I'll look forward to talking with you tomorrow.  Take care
and it was very nice to meet you Jimmy, I'm just sorry it
had to be under such conditions"

"Thank you sir, it was nice meeting you too," replied Jimmy.

"Until tomorrow. Mr. Wisener, good bye."

"Mr. Bellows please."

"Do you have an appointment sir?" asked the receptionist.

"I'm afraid not but I have a very important matter to
discuss with him.  I am Joseph Aries a private detective.
Could you check and see if he would be so gracious to allow
me a few minutes.  It is of great concern."

"Let me check."

"Mr. Bellows, there is a private detective here by the name
of Joseph Aries to see you sir.  He says he had a very
important matter to discuss with you but did not give me any
other details.  Yes sir, I will show him in."

"Mr. Aries if you will follow me, Mr. Bellows will see you."

"Thank you"

"Mr. Aries, I am Craig Bellows, how may I help you sir?
Please have a seat."

"Mr. Bellows, I appreciate your taking the time to speak
with me and I know your time is valuable so I'll get right
to the point if I may."

"Please do, not every day do I have a private detective come
into my office and say he has something of am important
matter to discuss with me."

"Sir, I am not here to cause you any trouble and what I have
to present to you will be information to do with as you
would so desire.  If I may ask a few questions for
verification that I am addressing the correct person?"

"Yes, go ahead I can always refuse to answer if I feel it is
an inappropriate question."

"Very well sir, pardon me, but do you recall a co-ed by the
name of Sandy?  You probably would have met sometime around
your freshman to sophomore years at college."

"Sandy,  I'm not sure, can you give me any more
information?"

"Well, her last name was Marcum, but I don't know if she
ever told you that.  She may have used the last name of
Miller that was her mother's maiden name."

"Sandy Marcum or Sandy Miller let me think...  There was a
young lady I dated that called herself Sandy Miller.  I
remember she was quite a character, quite an expensive
wardrobe if I remember right.  We met in the spring of my
freshman year, I believe she was a year or so older and at
end of the semester she left, never to be seen again.  I
tried to get in touch with her but she seemed to disappear.
Why do you ask?"

"Sir I realize this is rather personal but did you ever
become intimate with her?"

"Why do you ask, what business would that be of yours? We're
talking quite a few years ago."

"I apologize sir but would you answer the question? It is
very important."

"Don't tell me after all these years she is trying to come
after me for some type of child support!"

"No sir, would you please answer the question?"

"Very well, it was a disturbing period and yes I do seem to
remember one afternoon when things went a little too far.
But she never said anything and then within four or five
weeks it was the end of the term and as I said I never saw
her again, she vanished."

"Sir, Sandy Marcum was a member of the influential Marcum
family.  She just passed away.  In her final instructions
she left the information leading me to you.  I don't know of
anyway else to tell you sir but she had a son, James, from
your afternoon.  Being a very independent person she decided
to raise him alone.  He married and also bore a son, Jimmy.
Sandy and her daughter in law were involved in an accident
and perished.  The information was left so that James could
establish a relationship with his Father if both parties
agreed.  My job was to find you and present the
circumstances.  If you agree then I shall present your
information to Sandy Marcum's attorney who will in turn give
that information to James.  Should James agree then the
attorney will facilitate a meeting between you, James and
his son. I assure you sir, they are not seeking any thing
monetarily as the family is quite well off and the estate
has now passed to James."

"I can't believe what you are telling me.  For various
reasons our company has complete medical records, so blood
type, DNA or any thing else that might be used for
comparison is readily available.  Can you offer similar data
for James to establish paternity?"

"I believe so, may I contact your records department and
arrange for a comparison to be done?"

"Yes I believe it can be completed within the day if you
have the needed records on your side."

"Very well sir, if I can talk with your secretary and get
things going we should have verification very shortly. If
paternity is proven do you know how you wish to proceed?"

"If you can verify paternity, I will have a dossier
available and would certainly like the opportunity to meet
with my son and grandson. Thank you sir, my secretary will
assist you per your request,"

"James, Mr. Wisener here.  The information is here can you
see me this afternoon?"

"Certainly, three o'clock at your office?"

"Excellent, see you then"

"Jimmy, we're going to Mr. Wisener's office again let's get
ready to go,"

"Mr. Wisener, glad to see you again so soon, you have
everything?"

"Yes, James, your Father is a gentleman by the name of Craig
Bellows, he and his partner Greg Forester own and operate a
rather large and successful medical  manufacturing supply
company here in Phoenix.  The rest of his information is
here in his dossier.  He has agreed to meet with you, and
hearing of the passing of your Mother, has requested to be
allowed to attend the visitation this evening as well as the
services tomorrow."

"I don't see that as a problem but I would like to meet him
before the services at the funeral home tonight.  Can that
be arranged?"

"Give me just a moment and let me check, I'll be right back"

Returning a few moments later, "James he agreed and has
asked if you and Jimmy could come to his office.  I have
written the address on this note."

"Thank you, Will we be seeing you this evening?"

"Certainly, I'll meet you there."

"Mr. Bellows, or should I say Father?"

"James? And is this Jimmy?"

"Yes sir, on both counts."

"I am sorry to hear about your Mothers. My condolences to
both of you."

"What do you do James?"

"Well I actually have a law degree but I only work part-
time.  I have sufficient finances that I could spend the
majority of my time with my family.  Now that Lily is gone
I'm not sure just what I want to do.  I do have Jimmy here
to take care of though so I guess we'll see,"

"Jimmy I understand you are fifteen?"

"Yes sir, a month ago."

"James, can I be honest with you? I don't want to scare you
away.  But you need to know more than what was in that
dossier."

"Go ahead, I've waited this long to meet you I might as well
find out everything, then we can decide where we want to go
from here."

"I would ask you if you would like to have Jimmy leave the
room or under the circumstances would you like for him to
stay?"

"At this point Jimmy is my life.  If anything is going to
change he will be a part of it, he might as well stay and
whatever is said would only need to be repeated to him as we
are not keeping secrets from each other."

"Very well, I know you are aware of my partner Greg
Forester, he is also my life partner, and we are gay.  He
has a son Phil; my godson, who is more like a son to me, but
also is another lover.  Phil has a son Evan who is close to
your age Jimmy.  We have a very close knit family of all men
in our household.  We would be happy to welcome you both to
our family, but it is your choice.  If you find the
situation to be too uncomfortable than so be it.  I am
overjoyed to find that I have a son and grandson but my life
is long established, I would like nothing more than for us
to become part of each others lives but I do not want to
force you into a relationship that would be uncomfortable."

"Wow, a couple of chips off the old block huh Dad?" said
Jimmy as he turned to James while both James and Craig
looked at each other in shock.

"Jimmy where are your manners, why would you say that?"
asked James.

"Sorry Dad, I guess I just outed us didn't I.  If Grandpa is
gay I guess I know where we get it from, don't we?"

"James, did I hear what I think I heard?"

"Father or can I say Dad? Your grandson just spilled the
beans. I guess our secret is safe with you.  Jimmy has
decided he is gay and has managed to make me feel that
perhaps I am as well.  We, thanks to Jimmy, have become
involved. So I guess the question becomes one of can you
accept us?"

"And the pot calls the kettle black! There is nothing more
that I want than for all of us to be together.  How about we
have dinner, then we all go to the visitation.  I'm sure
Greg, Phil, Evan and George would all be happy to go.  By
the way George is Evan's mother's father. "

The visitation and funeral were very somber occasions.  The
influence of the Marcum family made for a very good showing
of all the right people.  With the status of Greg and Craig
many attendees were acquainted with them as well.  All in
all it made for somewhat of a social affair, especially when
it was discovered that Craig was James' long lost father.

Though James and Jimmy found consolation between themselves
they quickly grew uncomfortable in their home. This had been
the place where Lily had mothered them.  She had decorated
the mansion in her own style and as the two would go from
room to room they found the entire house to be a constant
reminder of their loss.  More and more evenings were being
spent with Craig and his gang. Everyone seemed to falling
into a very familiar feeling. All the men were comfortable
with each other.  It soon became very obvious, the solution
to their problems were for James and Jimmy to move in with
Craig and Greg and the rest of the gang.

The meeting with Evan was more of a surprise.  Due to both
families social standing, Evan, Bobby and Jimmy actually had
met before.  Jimmy was on the J.V. Football team whereas
Evan and Bobby were on the freshman team at the same school.
They had seen each other everyday in the locker room. Moving
in together was even greater for the boys; they would soon
become the three musketeers.

Late in the evening before going to school together for the
first time, Evan and Jimmy were playing x-box together they
began to discuss the football teams.

"Jimmy what do you think about the freshman coach?"

"I'd say he's pretty hot! I'd love to catch him in the
shower."

"You really mean that?  Would you get off on doing something
with the coach?"

"Sure who wouldn't?  But I'd bet anybody would have a
snowball's chance in hell at getting anywhere with him.  A
guy like that, that bod, he's got to be straight as an
arrow."

"Oh yeah, he's straight aright, about nine inches straight
and hard as a rock."

"Hell man what are you telling me?"

"Let's just say tomorrow after practice you stick around,
you need to anyway since we'll be getting picked up
together.  Bobby and I will make the introductions."

"Since we're on the subject do you know anything about
spanking as a part of sex?"

"I've heard of it why do you ask?"
"Well I probably shouldn't say anything but when I asked my
Dad to fuck me, he had me spank him and fuck him before he
would do me.  He said he knew it sounded weird but would
explain later and he's never said anything more."

"Jimmy from what I understand it's not really all that weird
but you know around here we can go to my Dad or either of
the grandfathers and ask anything we want and they'll give
us a truthful answer.  Would it bother you if we asked my
Grandpa Greg?'

"I guess that would be better than Grandpa Craig I don't
know what he say if he found out about Dad."

"Let's go ask."

"Now?"

"Sure they've always said if I had a question ask it, no
matter when.  You'd shit if you heard some of the things
Bobby has asked, and we got straight answers right away, no
bull, no snide remarks or any thing."

"Grandpa Greg, can you come to my room to answer some
questions for Jimmy and me?" asked Evan as soon as his
Grandfather had answered the phone.

"Sure I'll be right there."

"Ok guys what kind of question do you have?"

"Gramps, is it weird for someone to want to get spanked when
they are about to have sex?" asked Jimmy.

"First of all I'll answer your question.  No it isn't
necessarily weird, some individuals get off that way, it
provides them with another level of excitement.  May I ask
why you wanted to know?"

"I don't know if I should say so but you know that Dad and I
have sex don't you?"

"Yes, none of us have any problem with that, what the two of
you do between yourselves is your business.  I'm glad you
and your Father love each other so much."

"Well, the first time I asked Dad to take me, he told me
that I had to take him first and before I did he had me
spank him."

"So James liked to get spanked?  Did it seem to excite him?"

"Oh yeah, he got harder than ever and started dripping all
over."

"Yes son as I said, it is normal for some people.   Now let
me ask you another question, you know that Phil, Craig and I
all have piercings.  Has your Father ever made any comments
to you about them?"

"He's thinks they are pretty neat.  I asked him if I could
get the same and he told me not until I was out of high
school."

"Do you think he might like to have them?"

"Probably, but I don't think he would have it done until he
would allow me to have them as well."

"Would it bother you if he had them before you did?"

"No, I think it would be cool.  I'd love to see him get
them."

"Really?  Let me talk to your Grandfather and Phil and see
if something could  be arranged.  You would like to be
involved?"

"Heh, don't forget about me! I'm hot chopped liver around
here, I want in on the action too!" interjected Evan as a
look of glee appeared on his face.

"Sure Gramps I'd hate for it to happen and me not to get to
see it!" added Jimmy.

"I'll let you know what the others think.  Any more
questions for tonight boys?"

"No Gramps, that's all for now"

As soon as Greg had left the room Jimmy turned to Evan and
said, "DAMN, I can't believe it, you can ask any question
like that and get that straight an answer?"

"Told you we could, ain't it great?"

After practice Evan and Bobby helped put away equipment
again and had Jimmy give them a hand.  Stalling around and
engaging in a little horseplay, the rest of the team and
staff had left.  The three had hid by the showers until the
last of the other players had vacated the area.  They
quickly showered and made their way towards the Italian-
Stallions office.

"Hey coach, how's it hanging?" asked Evan as the three
entered the office.

"Jimmy, what are you doing with these guys?  Why are you
still here?" asked coach.

"Coach, Jimmy is kinda my cousin, he and his Dad moved in
with us.  We are all family, so he's part of the crew now,"
said Evan in reply,

"And now we have one more to play coach, don't that make you
feel loved?" asked Bobby.

"Hey coach, how come I hear you've been playing around with
these two freshmen, you should be ashamed of yourself," said
Jimmy.

"They started it; they're the ones blackmailing me."


"Evan, Bobby, I think coach ought to get punished for
playing around with students don't you?"

"What do you have in mind Jimmy?" asked Bobby.

"Well, I hear in gym class coach here likes to warm the ass
of anybody that goofs around, he even gave me a few swats
the first week, I think we should return the favor."

"Good idea, coach strip!" yelled Evan.

"Bobby grab that paddle over there on the wall."

"Coach, as you are so fond of saying, BEND OVER AND GRAB
YOUR ANKLES!"

"If you don't mind guys I like to get first swing, in return
for the ones I got from coach."

"Sure Jimmy but I want him to count them off and ask for
another," said Bobby.

"THWACK"

"One, may I have another?"

"Oh, we forgot to say SIR, I guess that one doesn't count
does it?"

"Sir, no Sir"

"THWACK"

"One, Sir, may I have another Sir?"

"Much better!"

"THWACK"

"Two, Sir, may I have another Sir?"

"THWACK"  "FLASH"
"What the hell was that? Did one of you snap a picture?"
said coach.

"Wrong answer! And yes, we're going to keep documentation
just in case. Now start over with the count"

"THWACK"

"One Sir, may I have another?"

"Hell Jimmy we forgot to tell him to add a thank-you to
that, I guess we need to start over don't we?" asked Evan.

"Right, how could we forget.  Got that Coach?"

"THWACK"

"One, yes sir thank you sir may I have another?"

"Since you asked so nicely, why not?"

"THWACK"

"Two sir, thank you sir may I have another?"

Jimmy continued as tears began to course down the coaches
face falling on the floor below him.  His face was turning
as red as his ass.  When he had finally counted off twenty-
five Jimmy handed the paddle over to Bobby.  Bobby took
position and swung with fervor.

"THWACK"

"Twenty-six sir, thank you sir may I have another?"

"That was number one from me dumb-ass. I guess I'll just
have to start again."

"THWACK"

"ONE SIR Thank you sir, may I have another?"

"Attitude as well! Let's start again!"

"THWACK"

"One sir, thank you sir, may I have another," wept coach
with full sincerity.

Coach was trembling, barely able to continue standing when
Bobby handed the paddle over to Evan.  Evan took his
position and raising the paddle high in the air brought it
down on Coaches purple red ass.  As the paddle struck a
"THWACK" could be heard followed by another splintering
sound as the handle broke off and the paddle back lashed,
bouncing across the floor.

"Well I guess that finishes the swats for today.  Maybe now
coach you'd like a little dick?
I see yours looks like it's about ready to explode."

With one fell swoop Evan thrust into coach burying his cock
deeply within.

"Oh yeah, take it coach, squeeze that ass and make me feel
good."

Coach's body was racked with pain from the beating but waves
of pleasure started washing over his body as the teen-ager
plunged in and out of his hole.  Each thrust hit his nut
just right and he felt as if he were going out of his mind.

"Fuck me, shove it in, ram me you s.o.b.," coach repeated
over and over as if it was his mantra.

"OHHHHHH Shit, here it CCUUUMMMMS," yelled Evan as he
reached his orgasm and unloaded into the coach.

As fast as he could pull out Bobby slipped in and began his
assault.  In and out, faster and faster, he rammed into the
ass in front of him.  Coach was throwing his head from side
to side, his mantra barely intelligible as his body strove
for a climax.  Evan had moved around in front of him and
taken his cock in one quick swallow.  Keeping a good grip
around the coach's scrotum, when ever his balls seemed to
try to rise Evan would grab harder and pull, keeping coach
from going over the edge.

Bobby soon reached his pinnacle and added his spunk to
Evan's inside of coach.  With a hard yank coach again had
been pulled back from reaching ecstasy. His body was crying
for release, the pain throughout his body had turned to some
type of pleasure and he didn't know how he could continue
without passing out.

Jimmy moved quickly into position and began his rape of
coach.  Evan, coach and Jimmy were in such a state of
overload they couldn't notice the continuous pictures being
taken.  As Jimmy yelled of his impending orgasm Evan didn't
attempt to pull back coach from the edge and when Jimmy felt
coach's anus begin to squeeze he pulled out and shot his cum
all over the coach's back.  Coach let loose with his cum an
Evan swallowed some but then pulled back just far enough to
catch a mouth full.

Jimmy and Bobby began to lick the cum off of coach's back
and with Evan, engaged in a four way kiss trading fluids
between the four of them.

"I think it's time for a shower guys," said coach as his
breathing finally came under control. Last one in has to
give blow jobs!"

As the four darted for the shower they didn't notice the
shadow next to the row of lockers.  Jimmy had been the last
one into the shower and ended up being the last one out that
evening.  Four tired but spent guys walked out of the locker
room.  Coach took just a little longer as he gingerly
applied a cream to his rear hoping he'd be able to survive
his encounter.

After dinner Ted requested a moment with Phil and James.
Moving into the study to be alone, drinks were passed
around, Ted resorting to his now usual club soda with a
twist of lime.

"Sirs, I kept track of the boys this evening per your
request arriving a little earlier than needed to pick them
up.  I found the reason for practice seeming to run as late
as it has."

"Really Ted and what did you find?" asked James.

"Well sirs, it seems your son's and Bobby have put the
freshman coach in somewhat of a position.  They are
blackmailing him."

"For what and for what payment?" asked Phil.

"I take it they caught him in a compromising position and
since have forced him to have sex with them.  This evening
Jimmy joined the other two and they gave coach quite a
beating with his own paddle before raping him.  The way they
acted afterward it seems the coach was into it as much as
they were.  I have the feeling the blackmail is kind of a
charade, he enjoys it just as much as they do."

"Thank you Ted, you may leave now.  We appreciate your
information.  As you leave would you ask Craig, Greg and
George to come in?"

"Certainly sir, thank you sir, is there anything else I can
do for you sir?"

"No, that will be all, thank you" said Phil.

"Dads, I know we have kept any information about BDSM away
from the boys but it seems they have discovered it for
themselves.  Ted has just informed us that they are engaging
in it with their freshman football coach.  They gave him
quite a beating this evening and though he seemed to enjoy
it, he was the only one on the receiving end of the pain. Do
you have any ideas?"

"They are still too young to be treated to too much of the
pain but perhaps we should arrange for a bit of an
appetizer.  Do you think the coach would like to
participate?" asked Craig.

"I'll speak to Ted and have him run interference with the
coach.  What about Bobby should we talk with his Father
first?" replied Phil.

"Good idea I'll arrange to have lunch with him privately
tomorrow and discuss it with him.  If everything can be
arranged perhaps this Friday night would be a good time to
introduce the boys to the playroom.  I don't want to let
them know anything about the training facility at this
time," said Greg.



To Be Continued

Written by Rod
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