Date: Sun, 10 Apr 2011 16:36:55 +0200
From: Calvin Corvidian <cancorv@gmail.com>
Subject: Diving In

Luke typically waits for the sound of silence before showering after a
swimming competition. By this, Luke means that no showers are running and
no voices can be heard coming from the shower areas. No larrikins flicking
each other with wet towels, no-one farting, shitting or pissing in the
adjacent loos. It's a peace and quiet he's come to love, a much needed
refuge after the hysteria of the competition, the adrenalin, the intense
focus, the adoration of his team and coach and father and brothers, and the
ubiquitous university paparazzi. He would be much happier winning in a
cocoon and not having to deal with all the bravado and bravura. Winning he
loves. No doubt about it. But for the rest he just puts one foot in front
of another, knowing that it's almost as ephemeral as the 50 metres
themselves.

He gets undressed in the locker area and walks into the wet room with its
eight shower roses. Remnants of steam; the floor is still warm from the
gallons of hot water that have just been spilled there. Shampoo and
deodorant hang in the air, and in his mind's ear, the inevitable and
inimitable cacophony that has surely just vanished with the teams.

He closes his eyes and stands akimbo under the water pounding his chest.
He's really pleased his father and brothers saw him win his races, all of
them as per usual. They can't always get into the city centre in time, but
this night they had made a special effort. They adorize him and as modest
as he is, he's pleased that he does something admirable in their eyes.

He sways gently left and right so that the hot water almost seers his
nipples, left then right then left again. Fantasies of teeth on his nipples
overtake the sensation of the water and his cock sticks straight out in
front of him, very hard. After a while he starts pressing very firmly into
his lower abdomen just above his pubic hairline. No-one has ever attended
to his nipples and he's always been too shy to ask his girlfriends and
one-nighters. And anyway, word about a jocks' peccadilloes spreads pretty
fast and if there is one thing he never wanted to hear back about it
himself, it's that. Or anything about his less than average sized cock as
is blatantly oblivious in his Speedos anyway. He wouldn't mind being known
as a great kisser, and a loving and considerate lover, but somehow these
labels don't quite carry the cachet. He often wonders why he can't keep a
girl for long. He's adored by everyone from distance, but close up, they
come and go.

Massaging his abdomen for such a long time is starting to have the desired
effect. There is that tell-tale churning even further down and he knows
that he's going to explode any second. To avoid spraying the wall he turns
and aims for the central drain and within seconds, whoosh. And whoosh and
whoosh and whoosh and whoosh. Suddenly seized by guilt and fear, it occurs
to him that 15 minutes with his eyes closed is not only a lot of expensive
hot water down the drain, but an opportunity for anyone to come in a watch.
Fuck, what if the paparazzi are silently standing their with their Flip
cameras and smiles, waiting for him to come to his senses. This is not the
first time he's done this and not the first time he's feared the worst. And
nothing precludes him from getting caught out ... one day.

In trepidation he opens his eyes. Standing in front of him is the
university's champion diver, a somewhat petite blonde guy who looks
considerably younger than Luke. He stands there with his hands cupping
Luke's load, looking like Oliver Twist on the verge of, "Please sir, can I
have some more". He ceremonially raises his head towards the ceiling, then
his cupped hands high above and releases Luke's nectar into his open mouth.
Luke is at once mesmerized and disgusted. When the last drops drop, Luke
swipes Quentin's hands away, turns to the wall and hopes the force of
shower will assuage his anger and embarrassment. His forearms press against
the wall and his head falls into his arms; our champion of champions begins
to heave and heave. Quentin takes a cautious step forward and as his
erection nestles between Luke's upper thighs, his hands grope for his
nipples into which he smears the remaining semen.

Luke flicks him away in a violent though feeble gesture." Haven't you got
enough for one day, you fucking little faggot. Fuck off and leave me
alone", he sneers. Quentin squeezes him tight, like being piggy backed. His
arms are wrapped right around the champion swimmer's spectacular chest and
when his thumbs gently brush the nipples up and down, Luke is defenceless.
Quentin starts sliding his cock back and forth between Luke's legs. Luke
tries with all his might to push him away, but a champion diver is a fair
match for a champion swimmer and Luke ultimately finds himself clenching
and releasing his thighs in time with Quentin's thrusting. Quentin starts
pinching Luke's nipple with one hand while his other one slides down and
starts pulling on Luke's treasure trail. The hot water showers them
relentlessly. Quentin is paining Luke the likes of which he's never
experienced. There are two very hard cocks in very close proximity and lot
of very loud huffing and puffing. Quentin releases the nipple and releases
the treasure trail. He takes Luke's cock and scrotum in his hands. He is
brutal and Luke is in pain. A pain that he never wants to end. As Luke's
second coming approaches, Quentin completely lets go of him, and
repositions himself squatting in front of the lightning rod and takes the
load all over his face. Before Luke can sense any post-nuclear fall out,
Quentin pulls himself up on the shower taps, rests his feet on Luke's
thighs. With one hand he forces Luke's head towards the imminent
eruption. At the last moment, he changes his mind and forces their mouths
together, so that Luke can taste his own semen. As Quentin is about to
explode, he pushes Lukes' face back towards his cock and shouts at him to
open his mouth. Like a ventriliquist's dummy he does as he is told just in
time to catch the first volley of hot liquid lava from Quentin's cock,
which Luke is beginning to appreciate is as modestly proportioned as his
own. Having been exquisitely assaulted by Quentin in this way, Luke
understood the slogan Size doesn't count for the first time. Quentin's cum
is dripping down his chin, just as his own is dripping down Quentin's
face. Quentin scrapes some of it off and mixes their juices together on
Luke's cheek. He forces Luke's mouth open and makes him suck on his fingers
like a lollipop.

They both become aware of their own physical discomfort - the taps jabbing
Quentin's back and the weight of Quentin on Luke's thighs.

"Get away from me you filthy fucking faggot. How dare you even come near
me, let alone do what you just did? You have no right. You've raped me,
physically and psychologically. I don't do this. You do, as everyone
knows. And if you want the world to know you're queer, that's your
business. But don't drag me into it. You can't make someone gay. You know
that. Why the fuck would you treat me like this?"

"Shut up you fucking closet case," Quentin says through a disarming smile.
"Which bit of what we just did, didn't you like? The bit where I didn't
stick our come milkshake up your arse on these three fingers you've been
salivating over for the last 15 minutes?"

"There's no fucking way that's ever going to happen. At least not to me."

"Well, don't look at me. No-one's ever doing me like that either."

"Really! I'd've taken your arse for the campus cum-bucket."

"Well, in terms of smut, at least your mind is well-endowed."

"You complaining about the size of my cock?"

"No, I'm basking in the knowledge that you think that my arse might be a
cum-bucket. It's not and never will be, but at least your mind's in the
right faggot gutter."

"Look faggot, I am not a faggot. And if you want to go spreading around the
campus what just happened, no-one will ever believe you."

"What just happened? You told me I got a small cock. Well, that's just
insulting."

"Because it's the same size as yours?"

"Basically." Whereupon both champs burst out into a butch cackle.

Quentin then asked Luke if he was ever going to turn the shower off. "Well,
the pool closes in about an hour, so I think I need to wash your filth off
me, and that could take at least until closing."

"Actually, I think you'll find the pool closes in 15 minutes."

"How did that happen?"

"Time flies when you're having fun. And I'd still like one more load from
the most beautiful little cock I've sucked today."

"Aren't you ever going to let up?"

"What are you doing now?"

"I have to drive out to my Dad's place. A victory dinner, you know."

"Can I come?"

"No."

"Come on, when do you last take your latest fuck home to meet the family."

"You are such an arsehole."

"So that's a yes, is it?"

"Hi Dad, hi Mark, hi Sammy. This is Quentin, the uni's other great aquatic
champion. He wants to blow me once more today, so I thought I'd bring him
home to meet the family first."

"Yep, that's exactly what I was thinking."

"You are one impertinent little fucker."

"I think you're talking to my cock now. Do you like it?"

"Well the blond pubes are cute. If you like that sort of thing".

"And do you?"

"You're making things very hard."

"Oh goody."

"Don't be childish. This is serious. I'm not gay. I've got nothing against
gays."

"You don't even mind slurping on their semen if the mix is right."

"Fuck off. I have to get out of here. You're incorrigible."

"What, you want me to be all serious and beat myself up all the time, like
you do, just because you aren't comfortable with the persona you've
created?"

"Quentin, I've got nothing against gays and you're the most incredible one
I know. Maybe the only one. I don't know. But read my lips. I am straight."

"Oh not again. Look at that little thing. Sticking up again and now it's 6
mins to closing. I am definitely coming home with you tonight."

"Would you stop messing around. If you describe my cock as little once
more, I am going to rip your little one right off."

"Later. Call home."

They drove out to the burbs in Quentin's recent birthday present -- Luke
doesn't drive. All the way out in the car they spoke about their studies,
after all, they were not full time sportsmen or even full time sports
students. Quentin is a student of politics and philosophy and Luke a
student of business and economics. They both have their plates full enough
with courses and assignments and exams and general study and related
reading. Their water sports take up most of the rest of their lives, so the
chance of finding time to find a partner and then finding time to be a
partner is far from optimal. They admitted to each other they had both
arrived at the conclusion that their university days were going to be about
school and sport. The rest would have to wait.

Luke's brothers were most chuffed to have another champion at the dinner
table for this celebratory dinner. As keen swimmers themselves, they had
seen Quentin's name around at various swim meets. Luke's Dad was also aware
of Quentin, and the tittle-tattle surrounding his public private-life was
not unknown to him. Father was suddenly not sure if he should be proud of
his broad-minded son, or concerned that hanging around with rotten apples
can have a deleterious effect on one's career.

Long before his wife died, Father had been very much at home in the
kitchen. He'd grown up cooking for the family and when they got married,
simply continued. Though these days with so many readily available
excellent ingredients for exotic foods, the kitchen was more like a
lab. The three boys loved their dad's cooking and were always proud to have
friends around to sample it. And Dad lapped up the praise as much as he
heaped praise on his boys for their own strings of little achievements.

Quentin had brought a couple of bottles of wine in from the boot of his
car, which made him a particularly civilised guest. Father was
impressed. During dinner, Luke kept feeling that there was something like a
mouse nibbling at his feet, a totally new experience. It didn't take too
long to work out that Quentin was toying with him, particularly poor
behaviour for one who'd begged to meet the family. Rather than give Quentin
the satisfaction of seeing any result of his efforts, Luke totally ignored
it. This of course backfired as Quentin took it as a license to play ever
more boldly. When a foot suddenly ended up in Luke's crotch, he let out a
shriek most girly. While Mark and Sammy laughed, Father was deeply
suspicious. Luke apologised saying that it seemed to be a little cramp in
his leg. Mark commented that it didn't sound very little, to which Quentin
added that it didn't feel very little either. Luke's eyes almost popped out
his head and Quentin explained to Father, that Luke had kicked him in the
process.

After dinner, Father and Sammy cleared away and did the washing up. Mark
went with the big boys into the living room, where he offered to massage
Luke's legs, as is the tradition when he complains of cramps. Luke said,
"Thanks, it's OK", but Quentin insisted that these conditions be treated
immediately.

"Show me how you massage Luke, Mark." Luke glared at Quentin with a hatred
reminiscent of the afternoon.

"No, it's OK really. Mark, you're not going take a no from this sissy, are
you?"

"I am not a sissy."

"Well lie down on your back and let Mark massage you. Good, there's a good
patient."

"Come on Luke. I can't massage you through those jeans. Get them off."

"Let me help you," offered Quentin.

"It's OK." It wasn't long before Luke was lying on the floor in a T-shirt
and his tight Speedo underpants.

Mark started pressing in to Luke's legs. "Hey little fella, where's the
lotion?"

" Lotion?"

"Yeah. Go and get one of those creams beside Dad's bed," Luke said. While
the champs were alone, Luke told him to knock it off. Quentin pushed him
back on his back and Luke grabbed him. They fell on each other and started
almost wrestling. Inevitably, something got knocked off the coffee table
which brought them to guffaws of laughter. When their father came in to see
what was going on, he saw the university swimming champion flat on his
back, pinned to the floor by the university diving champion. Their crotches
were together as were the noses almost. And they were smiling into each
other's eyes in a way that would alarm any parent who believed that their
offspring can only find true happiness with a member of the opposite
sex. Mark came in waving some lubricants. Father was speechless, but not
for long. Before he got to speak, Mark covered his back by saying that Luke
had requested it. He'd got away with citing Luke his whole life up to this
point, if any potential dispute were to be nipped in the bud. Things were
different tonight.

In all his 16 years, Mark had never seen his father so vexed. His father
waved him away, but Quentin called him back. "Hey little champ, your
brother still needs that massage. Let's see your technique."

Father was livid. Who is this interloper contradicting my instructions to
my children? He grimaced at Mark who timorously knelt beside Luke. Quentin
took one of the creams and held it high up so that as it splattered out of
the tube it had a long fall before landing squishily on Luke's thighs. "Now
rub this in until it disappears." Mark set to work but it wasn't long
before Quentin was asking Luke if it was hurting. "I wouldn't hurt him,"
says Mark.

"Well, in that case you're not helping him. Let me show you."

Luke started yelping even before Quentin's hands landed on his thighs.

"Good god, who's the sissy now," Mark laughed at his brother, for the first
time ever.

Quentin pressed in which such force that Luke almost fainted.

Father could no longer stand watching his eldest son enjoy this sadism and
public humiliation. He said he'd watch TV in his own room and bade them all
good night.

There was no end in sight to Luke's pain being relieved. In fact, with
father out of the way, there were all sorts of avenues to be explored
now. Luke started to sit up, but Quentin pushed him back down with one hand
while maintaining the pressure on his thigh with the other. He instructed
Mark to do the same from the other side. Quentin stretched his arm out a
bit so that he was able to rest the base of his hand on Luke's nipple. He
moved Mark's hand a little to do the same. Quentin took some more cream and
let it ooze into Luke's groin where he massaged most sensuously. When he
then oozed some cream into the other side of the groin, Mark had no choice
but to follow suit. Lying on his back on the living room floor wearing his
briefs, having two hands pressed into his nipples and two hands massaging
his groin, Luke was rapidly and terrifyingly becoming an upstanding
citizen. He begged to be let go, but Quentin insisted that the treatment
would be useless if abandoned at this crucial stage. Mark had never seen
his hero's cock, they being that sort of household. But he was now seeing
it erect itself. But what Quentin did next, shocked Mark. Luke had given up
and was just letting himself be toyed with. He knew he'd regret it later,
but it was all so sensuous and there was very little chance of it ever
happening again, ever in his whole life, that he let himself revel.

Quentin moved the fabric of Luke's underpants such that his testicles were
exposed to nature. Mark's eyes nearly popped out his head. Quentin started
blowing warm air on them, nice and gentle, and indicated that Mark should
do the same. They moved their heads closer and closer to the testicles and
Quentin's lizard tongue started licking. Mark shook his head. Quentin
lifted his hand up to the back of Mark's head to bring it down, but it meet
with resistance, Mark had to readjust his own pants before he could do
anything else. Mark quickly slipped his jeans off, and Quentin knew he
would have no choice but to do likewise. And did.

Quentin tucked Luke's testicles back in the fabric, took a swab of body
lotion in his hand and slid it into Luke's briefs, grabbed his cock and
started stroking it. Curiosity got the better of Mark and he slid his
brother's underpants down so that the cock was fully exposed. He smiled a
most enigmatic smile. Quentin gestured, what's that about? And Mark made a
little dick gesture with his little finger. Quentin gestured so what? And
Mark pointed at his own tenting briefs. Now Quentin understood -- that's
an impressive bulge. Never in a million years would Mark have guessed that
his cock was so much bigger than his big brother's. He suddenly thought
that if his beautiful, considerate, loving brother was into all that
Quentin was initiating here, he might also be into a big fat juicy teen
slutty cock. He stood up, was naked in seconds and was suddenly squatting
over his brother's face, letting his heavy balls brush his lips.

Luke knew they couldn't be Quentin's as he'd quite recently showered. This
scrotum was a tad ripe and much heavier than Quentin's could be. His tongue
was just about to lick his brother's scrotum. What forces had conspired to
bring about this turn of events? The 16 year old was completely overcome
with what was happening here. His brother, champion number one, and his
brother's friend champion number two, enjoying each other's bodies in
hitherto unenvisaged ways. It was literally seconds before Luke's abdomen
was overcome by great splodges of his brother's semen. Quentin spewed in
sympathy. And despite having splodged twice this afternoon, Luke was able
to summon up a respectable jet of hot viscous lava. Given the
circumstances. When Luke opened his eyes, Mark was standing over him, his
cock still erect and extending much further from his body than Luke might
have ever suspected. Quentin by now was finger painting Luke torso with
three flavours of semen. Mark winced at the sight. Luke too winced at the
finger painting then smiled at Mark's wincing.

The armchair on the other side of the room squeaked. When the three looked
over, father lit a cigarette which allowed them to see that he was sitting
there, stark naked with an erection. His eyes were transfixed on Mark's
torpedo. He held the cigarette between his lips and began a slow clap. He
slowly stood up then knelt before Mark and stuck his tongue between the
shaft and the foreskin. One hand grabbed Quentin's hand and together they
kept that semen swirling around Luke's abdomen.

Mark was taken aback by his father's subservience, even against the
background of the rest of the goings on. He whispered to Luke to start
jerking their father's cock. He obeyed. It didn't take father long to add a
serving to Luke's abdomen. And once he had, Mark forced his father's face
into Luke's abdomen with the unequivocal indication that he was to use his
tongue to clean up his eldest son's abdomen. As he began, his arse stuck up
at an angle and Quentin couldn't resist scooting around and slurping on his
sphincter. Mark reached down and scooped up a wodge of semen sorbet and
slapped it into his father's arsehole. Quentin licked no more, and sent a
finger into his host's father's arse. Father's tongue was still swirling
around Luke's abdomen and moving ever closer to his son's completely spent
cock. Father thrust his hips backwards and forwards on Quentin's fingers
right up until Quentin accepted the unspoken invitation and sent his cock
in. Father screamed how long he had waited for this. As Quentin thrust,
Father's hunger for Luke's cock increased exponentially. The passion was
unrestrained.

The moment Quentin spent his last drops, father spun around and planted his
arse on Luke's now very hard and pater-saliva lubricated cock. Luke slid
straight in and father rode him like a madman. The screaming and panting
and squelching led father on, to lean forward and take Mark's surprisingly
large erection into his mouth. Luke and Mark were screaming in unison as
their father rode and sucked them respectively. Quentin scooped a bit of
cum off Luke's chest into his left and right hands and rammed his fingers
into Mark's and Luke's prostates. It stung and it burnt. And it was
fantastic. It was all that it took for Mark to unload all over his father's
bald head. Never had it shone so radiantly. Father hung his head, as if in
shame, but it was really out of exhaustion. He's just taken loads of cum up
his virgin arse from the university's champion diver and the university's
champion swimmer, his eldest son. And his second son has the biggest cock
in the room and it has just unloaded all over his head. Luke who has
remained prostrate for the last ... well, who knows how much time has flown
by while we've all been having fun. Perhaps I, as the narrator, should be
keeping time, but let me assure you that the whole day's proceedings have
been far too hot for me to be playing time keeper. I suppose I could check
the word processor and see when various versions were saved, but the action
and its telling don't take place in real time, so that would hardly help.

The three boys knelt around father and licked Mark's semen off his pate. In
the process, their tongues intertwined and they kissed and kissed and
kissed. Quentin kept a few fingers inning and outing father's arse and
father, who had never felt so alive in his life, knew that death was the
only possible corollary to these events. Not out of shame or embarrassment
or lawbreaking or for any ethical reasons did he yearn for death, but
simply because he knew that life could offer him nothing after such an
experience.

People do like to exaggerate, don't they? As soon as someone has an
unexpectedly good experience, they think nothing like it could happen
again. Maybe this applies more to older than to younger people. A young
person is likely to think, "wow, so this is life," whereas an older person
experiencing the same thing might think that an experience beyond their
wildest dreams is what their life to date has led to. And can't be
superseded.

It was well after midnight when they retired. This tortuous route did lead
Quentin and Luke to share a bed.

In the morning, father brought them tea and toast on a tray and set it down
on Luke's bedside table. Standing at the foot of the bed, he looked on his
sleeping champions with a love that dare not speak its name. He studied
their forms, Luke's long frame half encircling Quentin's as they slept
under the crumpled sheet, spooning like a pair of foetuses. He gently slid
the crumpled sheet off them and knew that in the history of mankind, no
father had ever looked on a more beautiful sight. He loved his sons very
much. He cross the hallway to Mark's bedroom where he had left the other
tray. Mark was sitting up in bed, glasses on reading some physics text
about alternative energies for school. He didn't look up. Father put the
tray on the bedside table and gestured for Mark to scoot over so that he
could sit beside him.

"Dad, this time yesterday, I had no idea anyone in this household was gay."

"Mark, my darling boy, having sex with someone doesn't make you gay. Or the
opposite, for that matter. A lot of people around the world and throughout
history have married and reproduced, even though ..."

"And you Dad? Is this your case?"

"Do you know why I've never had to answer this question before?"

"Because no-one ever had any reason to believe you were anything but
straight."

"A hardline, straight as an arrow husband and father of three fantastic
boys."

"... with good biblical names ..."

"As hard and straight as your amazing fuck-pole."

"Dad, please, you're embarrassing me." Father slid the sheet down and
fished his son's cock out of his pajamas. He leaned over and took a swig of
tea and without swallowing it, engulfed his sons thick flaccid cock in his
mouth. The warmth that his cock now was wafting in was a sensation so
powerful. He put his glasses on the bedside table and then started
massaging his father's scalp as it bobbed up and down on his almost full
erection already. Remembering that his last load had been spilled on his
father's hairless head, he leaned down and licked to see if there were any
remnants. He's always been a big fan of his own cum and the taste of it now
sent him into spasms of wild thrusts in and out of his father's greedy
mouth. Father stretched his boy's scrotum till it hurt and in revenge, Mark
reached down and pinched his father's nipples so hard that he stopped the
sucking, stopped the thrusting, and stopped the stretching of Mark's ball
sack. This cock was certainly the star exhibit in this household and Father
wanted it inside him badly. He moved so that his knees were either side of
Mark's hips and Mark lent forward and started chewing on his dad's
nipples. Father was jerking his boy's cock until it started showing signs
of imminent eruption. He reached over and scooped some butter off the plate
on the tray and smeared it on Mark's heavy cock. Mark reached over and
scooped some jam off the plate on the tray and smeared it on Dad's
nipples. He lent down again and started slurping it around. The butter,
however, was to serve a more practical than aesthetic function. Dad knelt
tall and positioned his arse over the magnificent obelisk. "Help me," he
shouted. Mark's hands quickly separated his buttocks and the cock pressed
against his sphincter. Knowing the pain would be excrutiating, he forced
himself to let it slide in very quickly and almost instantly the base of
the boys magic horn met his Father's arse. They both screamed a pleasured
agony, one of pain, the other of a new pleasure. His cock inside a warm
tight hole for the first time.

At that moment Luke and Quentin appeared at Mark's bedroom door. The noises
had alarmed them. On seeing his father riding his brother and understanding
the source of all the commotion, Luke sort of apologised, explaining that
he thought Mark was having a terrible cramp. Mark took a moment out from
the exuberances he was experiencing to smile at Luke's comment. Father was
very much in control, riding his boy like a madman. The swimmer and diver
looked on and felt their own erections growing and hardening. "Nipples boy,
nipples," Father demanded. Mark obeyed. He pushed his father's head down a
little and licked around the pate again. He knew that would drive him over
the edge. And it did. He filled his father's arse with whoosh after whoosh
after screaming whoosh. Mark was exhausted -- his whole body was
throbbing and pounding and the excitement he could feel in every cell of
his body was far from over. A passing thought: he wondered if the energy he
had just expended could be converted to heat the house or cook a meal. He
might ask his science teacher tomorrow.

Father sat up and let the still hard and thick cock slide out his arse. He
swung around presenting his arsehole to the other boys. They looked at each
other and shrugged a why not. Quentin considered slurping Mark's come out
of father's arse, but wasn't sure if that'd go down very well, so put that
idea on the back burner. Instead, he climbed under Father so that their
faces were almost facing each other. He scooted down the bed a bit so that
his cock could penetrate the arse from below. Mark leaned over and guided
it in. As he knelt up to do so, his scrotum fell into Quentin's
mouth. Father sucking his cock while Quentin sucks his balls.

Luke was stil standing in the doorway watching Quentin fuck his
father. Nice and slow, nothing like the wild excesses of Mark a few minutes
ago. "Mark, get here," Father commanded. Mark wasn't quite sure where, so
his father grabbed him by the cock and pulled him around so that he could
put it in his mouth and savour the mix of his arse and his son's come on
one convenient flavour stick. Luke, father shouted, what are you doing?
"Fuck my arse. "

"But Quentin's in there."

"What, you think I can't take both of you at once. You two together don't
make Mark's fuck pole." Luke positioned himself against his father's arse
which was sticking up with Quentin's cock in it. Luke wasn't quite sure how
to do this. Mark, who was now kneeling in front of his father, lent forward
and stretched his father's buttocks a little farther apart so that Luke
could see how this was going to work. He pressed his very hard cock against
Quentin's and to his surprise, it slid into his father's arse. The feeling
of the length of his own cock pressed against that of Quentin's inside his
father was nothing if not beautiful. Luke was looking the length of their
father's back into his brother's face. They leaned forward and kissed. Poor
Mark had Quentin sucking his balls, his father sucking his cock and now his
brother sucking his face. Luke had his mouth in his brother's mouth and his
cock in his father's arse, sliding in and out along Quentin's
cock. Quentin's cock was fucking an arse and a cock at the same time while
his mouth was full of a well-hung teenage boy's balls. While no-one wanted
this to end, it was when Mark started bucking his father's mouth that the
signals were transmitted to all assembled and semen and screaming rang
throughout the room. The three boys unloaded into father almost
simultaneously. And froze in position, while unbeknownst to all, a cheeky
little 14 year old took some photos.

As the shouting died down and the heaving calmed down, cocks were removed
from their temporary lodgings. Flip, flop, plop. And father remained
kneeling on the bed as the boys extricated themselves from the
entanglement. Luke managed to squeak out, "shower time," and the three boys
headed for the bathroom. After a moment, father opened his eyes, and saw
Sammy there holding the camera. He looked mighty pissed off that he been
left out. "You promised," he whispered vehemently. "I'm going to fuck you
now."

"No, please don't, Sammy," he begged in a whisper. "Just lie on the bed."
Father crouched over him, held his shoulders very tight and let this
morning's semen drip out of his arse onto the boy's abdomen. As he realised
what was happening, a smile of warmth and gratitude and love overtook his
face. He stuck out his tongue in a cheeky kid sort of way and his father
returned the smile.

The three boys spent a lot of time soaping and groping in the
shower. Quentin didn't hesitate to remind Luke about the disgusting things
he'd said to him at the pool, the day before. You were really fucking
nasty. I knew you had to be a fag, if you were complaining that loudly.

Luke apologized and went on to say that there's no way he could ever come
out. "Too much to lose and nothing to gain," he said.

"You're losing me right away with that attitude."

"I don't have you. And anyway, we're both tops."

"Quite ironic, given that your arseholes are bigger than your dicks," Mark
threw in for good measure.

"Shut up, little brother."

"You're the little brother from now on."

Quentin took the floor again: "what's this bullshit about two tops don't
make a couple?"

"Yeah, Little Brother," says Mark playfully flicking Luke's flaccid and
soapy dick, "pay attention. I think he's proposing to you."

Before he could answer, Father pushed Sammy into the bathroom -- the
putrid smell made Quentin heave. "What's that?" shouted Luke. Sammy swirled
"it" around on his chest a little longer until they realised.

"Oh Dad, that's disgusting," Luke said.

"Help him clean up your mess and I'll go and prepare lunch."

"I think I'll be skipping lunch today," Mark said.

"Quentin and I have some unfinished business, so we'll be down later."

And father looked straight into Quentin's eyes and explained in no
uncertain terms that if he's going to embark on a relationship with his
son, and he has nothing against that, nobody can know. "He's staying in the
closet with the rest of us. If you expose him, you make him officially
gay. And we know where that leads, don't we?"

--
Calvin Corvidian
cancorv@gmail.com
http://gymnop.com