Date: Tue, 20 Jan 2004 23:53:43 -0500
From: Steve Griffin <knack6@hotmail.com>
Subject: Adventures of the Nelsons

"Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet" belongs to David Nelson and Screen Gems.
They own all rights. I am just writing a fictional story. I am making no
money off of this. This has nothing to do with the events of the TV show or
of the real life of the Nelson family. Please remember that.

Please don't read this if you aren't 18 or older. Make sure you play safe in
real life. And please write back if you want to see another chapter or have
any suggestions. And go register to vote, dammit!

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David had dropped by just in time for lunch. Lately, when he wanted to take
a break from the hectic law office, he stopped by to visit his gorgeous wife
June. June was stacked, sultry, and very willing to fulfill her marital
duties. But he felt kind of bad about ignoring his parents, and besides,
June was busy shopping with friends.

"Huh, nobody's here. I guess Mom's shopping and Dad is...doing Dad stuff."
David fixed himself a plate of cold cuts and a tall glass of milk. While he
ate, he wondered about his life.

David sometimes felt like he was the oldest man in the universe. At age 25,
he was married and working in a law firm, constantly talking to judges and
clients and important people. Meanwhile, his father never seemed to leave
the house, except to play golf. And Ricky still had that youthful sparkle in
his eye, the sense of fun which David had never had the chance to indulge
in. Everyone else always had fun. David never did.

David briefly brushed a persistent lock of his slicked-back brown hair from
falling into his eyes. Soulful eyes offset by high cheekbones and thin lips.
Ricky had the full lips in the family. June called them beestung. June
really liked to look at Ricky, and swoon over his singing, especially when
she thought David wasn't paying attention. David kept quiet for reasons he
couldn't understand...mainly because the thought of his wife lusting after
his brother got him excited. Even now he had a noticeable lump in his
starched white boxers.

"OHHHHHHHH...."

The glass nearly spilled across the pristine oak kitchen table at the sound
of that moan. David jumped up from his chair. That was Ricky! What could be
wrong? Was he injured?

"THIS IS WRONG....SOO GOOD...SSSOOO WRONG MORE MORE TAKE MORE...."

The cries were half-sung, half-bleated. They certainly didn't sound like
pain or suffering. David followed the noise into Ricky's bedroom.

The door was half-open. David had his hand on the door when he finally
registered what was going on inside. Wally, Ricky's plump friend, was on his
knees in front of Ricky. Was he praying? Ricky's slacks were around his
ankles. His surprisingly hairy thighs were spread wide. His boxer shorts
were bunched inside the discarded trousers. Wally was licking and sucking
at...no, that was too big. Bigger than David's. Bigger than any penis David
had ever seen in the locker room after practice.

Ricky had an enormous wand of flesh and firmness between his trim thighs.
His dark, dense pubic hair was massaged gently by Wally's chubby fingers.
Ricky was moaning again, his big hand on the back of Wally's crew cut,
urging him to swallow more and more of the pink and tan shaft. David nearly
gasped when he noticed the thick mushroom head swollen in Wally's right
cheek. Wally broke away to suckle Ricky's testicles. They sagged low and
heavy, full of teenboyjuice. They were the size of eggs. Wally was crying
tears, real tears, and licking the salty liquid away as he worshipped
Ricky's balls.

Ricky smiled down at him, such an angelic smile. He slapped his engorged
manhood against Wally's chin and cheeks. A large purple vein swelled through
the underside of the beefsteak.

"C'mon man, start on my cock again. You know you want it. I do too. Please,
please."

Wally's tears were flowing copiously now. He was humiliated and devastated
at his own slutty actions. And with his best friend. David pitied him.
Strangely, he felt pangs of other emotions, even (that couldn't be possible)
envy.

Ricky wiped the tears away with his mammoth cockhead, then slid the tool up
and down Wally's full face. With his bare left foot, he carressed the
noticeable bulge in Wally's dungarees.

"Please, Wally. I love you. You know that. And I'll do that thing if you
blow me. I know you like watching me do that. Don't ya?"

Wally suddenly brightened up like an eager puppy.

David turned away. He couldn't watch any more. He had to leave. He had to go
find June and fuck her as hard as he could.

As he left, he noticed the large sticky stain at the front of his suit
pants. He brought two fingers to his soft lips, tasting the forbidden sauce.
He shuddered. This was just perverse and wrong on every level. He knew he
had to forget what he had just seen. He had to.

(to be continued)