Date: Tue, 15 Aug 2000 16:16:12 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@eudoramail.com>
Subject: Front Seat of His Car 5/stop t/t+ oral anal incest

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work of fiction involving sex acts between consenting persons of
various conditions of life. If you can't handle that or if you are
not of the legal age or mindset, go no further but remove this
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If you have faggot sensitivity, you ought not read this story.  If
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Thanks.

I used two returns between paragraphs and a single return to break
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Try to keep in mind that while 42 is the meaning of life, it is
not the only possible solution. Jon



The Front Seat of His Car

Chapter 5

A Family

by Jon Hold, <jonhold@eudoramail.com>

Story idea by The Savannah Kid, <savannahkid@excite.com>



James' threat led to him and Perry getting all mushy. I refuse to
watch movies that get all mushy like that, and saw NO reason to
watch it in real life. Besides, they were talking about how much
and how long they'd wanted each other and if figured they deserved
a little private time.

I wandered off trying to figure out what to do. My stomach solved
the problem when it reminded me that it had been over two hours
since I'd eaten. I headed for the kitchen. Figuring that James and
Perry would be hungry too, I decided to make a special meal since
it was sort of a celebration. To fancy things up and to make the
meal special, I cut the hot dogs into bite sized pieces before
adding them to the canned pork and beans. The snack was barely hot
when James and Perry came in, sniffing the air. We all laughed
about my idea of a fancy meal. James and Perry decided that they'd
better do any real cooking, and I decided inside myself to
surprise them with a REAL meal at some future date.

After lunch we cleaned up and started the "What do you want to
do?", "I don't know, what do you want to do?" routine. I finally
suggested, "Why don't we just spend the rest of the day in bed
together?"

James and Perry had no problem deciding to go along with my
suggestion and James lifted me up so I could ride piggyback on
Perry. James "helped" Perry carry me by keeping his hand on my
butt and a couple of fingers up my ass "to take off some of the
weight." Perry just laughed and I don't think James paid any
attention to my objections, especially not with the way my butt
was sucking at his fingers.

They carried me up to the big house and then upstairs to the
master bedroom. The covers were already pulled back on the huge
four-poster bed and I started getting the idea that I'd been set
up. Perry ran and jumped into the bed, with me still on his back.
James was right behind us, bouncing around like a puppydog wanting
to play. I caught myself thinking as we rolled around all over the
bed, tickling each other, wrestling, teasing and ganging up on
each other in all sorts of combinations. I liked it best when
James and Perry ganged up on me. It was like I'd always imagined
having big brothers would be. Oh, they got bossy and stuff, but I
could tell that they really cared about me and wanted to make me
happy. When James hurt me one time, by mistake, Perry slugged him
and made him apologize by kissing my butt.

We took a break from our strenuous play to catch our breath. Just
laying there all sort of tangled up in a pile. We started talking,
mostly about the last week and the other guys. Then we got started
talking about ourselves. James told Perry about how he and I got
started with me sucking his dick in the front seat of this car and
how at first it was just another way to get a nut to him but how
he and I started being important to each other. James and Perry
talked about how long they'd wanted to be closer to each other and
how afraid they'd been to admit it to each other. James said he
wasn't jealous or anything, but he knew that Perry wasn't a virgin
to guy-to-guy sex and wanted to know who he'd had sex with. Perry
said that he couldn't tell because he'd promised, but that he
still loved the guy and hoped we might get to meet him some day.

I was between them again, funny how we always seemed to come to
rest with me in the middle, and they got me started talking about
how I felt. I tried to explain how I really didn't care about
girls all that much but how I'd always been interested in other
boys and men. I tried to explain how important James was to me,
which was hard because I didn't know what to say without sounding
like some sort of wimp. Then I tried to explain to James that I
loved him and how important he was to me. I tried to say how I
loved James but how I wanted to love Perry too, and James' dad for
that matter. I started crying when I tried to explain how I didn't
want them to think I was a wuss or something just because I was
the one that liked getting fucked and sucking dick.

James got all upset, mad as hell and wanting to know who'd called
me a wuss. When I said that no one had said that, it was just what
I was thinking, James got all mad at me and told me to quit acting
the fool. Then he wanted to know if I thought the only reason he
liked me was because I was easy to fuck. Perry jumped in at that
point and told James to quit acting the fool before he ruined
everything for everybody by being stupid.

Then Perry said something that I'll never forget, "If our little
brother likes to suck and get fucked then, by God, we'll give him
all he wants. But nobody! Not you, not me, no one gives him a
ration of shit about it. So shut the fuck up if you can't say
something nice or I'll knock you into next week."

"Our little brother!" I'll never forget those words. James and I
had been talking about being brothers. Perry WAS my brother.

I pulled myself against Perry's chest, crying. I just knew that
I'd screwed everything up.

I felt James move softly, gently up against my back. He put his
arm around both me and Perry and kissed the back of my neck.
"Clay. Little Brother. I wasn't mad at you. I was mad at anyone
who even thought you were a wimp. I've sucked your dick, and
you've fucked my ass. NO wimp is gonna get away with that!" He
pulled me around to face him. "You ARE my little brother. And
Perry's too. And Dad told me that having you for a son was the
most important thing that had happened to him since I was born ---
and that was before he screwed your butt. I never want to loose
you, Clay. Never, ever."

James started crying and I burst out in tears and Perry put his
arms around us and held us together until we fell asleep.



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It was dark when we woke up. I think both James and I were feeling
pretty ashamed of ourselves, but Perry wasn't having any of that!
He sent James in to wash his face and had a stern talk with me
about being proud of myself and who I was. He told me that his
other lover was almost always the top and that he was the one who
got fucked and did the sucking most of the time. I said, "Really?"
and he just nodded 'Yes' and told me that he understood how I felt
because he loved being the bottom for his other lover. I didn't
believe him because he was, like James and his Dad, strong,
confident men who were "real men". James just told me that all of
us act differently with different people. That sane people could
both give and take and that really sane people liked both roles
the same. Then he kissed me and told me not to worry about it. He
loved me just the way I was and that so did James.

"I did what?" James asked, coming back from washing his face.

"Love Clay just the way he is."

"Damn tootin' I do!" James said, leaning across Perry to kiss me,
right on the lips.

When James tried to crawl back into bed with us, Perry put his
hand against James' chest and stopped him.

"Un-uh, Buddy!" It's your turn to cook and I'm hungry!"

"Sez who?"

"We do!" Perry and I said together.

"A conspiracy! That's what it is. A fucking conspiracy. I turn my
back for one lousy minute and they're all plotting against me!"
James said as he turned and headed for the kitchen. Perry and I
broke out laughing.

"HEY!" James said, turning back to us. "While I'm whipping up a
fantastic three-course meal, why don't you give Perry one of your
fantastic baths, Clay?"

It was quickly decided that James was going to make us dinner and
that I'd treat Perry to a bath like I'd given James when we were
first "practicing" together. James took off and Perry lifted me
out of the bed and headed for the bathroom with me in his arms. I
loved the way this guy liked to carry me around.

The bathroom was... well, the only word was sybaritic. Although
hedonistic, onanistic, self-indulgent, epicurean, luxurious,
voluptuous and carnal leapt to mind at the same time. Especially
carnal. Tiles in soft whites, browns and blues. Hand polished
oiled redwood. Varnished oak. Brass and porcelain. Two toilets,
side by side. A bidet next to them and a full height urinal on the
adjoining wall where anyone sitting on the pot would have an
excellent view of anyone using its pristine whiteness. A built-in
massage table rose from the floor near full-length mirrors and
makeup tables. A low, short wall separated the toilet area from
the wide-open shower area, not obstructing the view, but providing
some protection from overspray. Two walls with a variety of
various sorts of showerheads highlighted a sunken pool that, when
full, would allow a half-dozen people to luxuriate in the warm,
Jacuzzi driven water. A dozen good friends could have used the
pool in comfort.

Perry stood there with me in his arms, both of us with our mouths
hanging open. I slid out of Perry's arms and have him a huge hug,
that he absentmindedly returned. "You're going to LOVE this!" I
said.

I ran over and started two showers in the corner that crossed each
other, creating a swirl of warm, steamy air that floated out over
the sunken area of the shower. Taking Perry by the hand, I lead
his unresisting self into the all-encompassing spray of pelting
water. Turning Perry round and round, I used my bare hands to wet
every area of his body and rinse off the big pieces. Moving him
out of the spray, I used my hands and a bar of herbal smelling
soap to suds up Perry from his ears to in-between each of his
toes. I took especial care to cleanse every speck of his genitals,
between his legs and up the crack of his ass, using my fingers to
penetrate his rosebud and make it twitch with the slight burning
of the soap on my fingers. I rinsed him down well and then
repeated the process, taking my time to both relax Perry and to
make sure his body was spotless. Perry raised his arms against the
wall and leaned forward resting his head on his arms. I patted his
butt, telling him to relax a moment while I started another shower
going. This one had a long flexible chrome hose that terminated in
an eight inch long steel tube with a rounded nose. Water spurted
out of four holes drilled around the nose end with a fifth hole
right in the end of the tube. I got nice warm water to run out of
the five holes at a good pace and gently slid the tube through
Perry's anus into his rectum. He groaned with pleasure as the warm
water started to fill him.

While Perry was filling, I reached over and started another
faucet, this one leading to a pipe laid where floor and wall
joined, a series of holes spreading a sheet of water that flowed
across our feet and down to the drain. Perry was groaning non-stop
by the time he was so full that water started flowing out around
the enema tube. I gently removed the water nozzle, begging Perry
to hold the water inside himself as long as he could. I held him
around the waist and rubbed his belly, crooning to him about what
a good boy he was being.

When Perry started cramping I had him stick his butt out and let
loose. An almost solid stream of water, punctuated with smelly
colored bits, shot out of Perry with a wail of pleasure. All the
running water washed the resulting mess down the drain and the
exhaust fans cleared the air in almost no time. I rinsed away the
last dribbles and Perry put me up against the wall so he could
soap up my butt and return the favor. Twice more we did each other
and the final rinse came out clear and clean. We hugged and kissed
with the joy of being this close to each other.

I hosed down the whole area to be sure it was clean and then
pulled the lever that blocked off the drain so that the tub could
fill. The "tub" was built in three steps, each with a drain so
that the water level could be controlled in three stages. The
fourth drain in the bottom of the tub completely drained it. I
opened the drain on the first step so that an area about twice the
size of a normal bathtub filled with water. I laid Perry down in
the warm moving water and fastened a float collar around his neck
so that he could float, free and relaxed in the water without
having to worry about drowning. As Perry floated in never-never
land, I used a soft washcloth and the bar soap to gently,
thoroughly, sensuously cleanse every bit of his body. The flowing
water washed away soap and dirt as I finished each body part and
continued on. Hand then arm then armpit. Shoulder and neck, face
and ear. Ear and neck, shoulder and armpit. Arm and hand and back
up again to wash manly chest and lick and suck at beguiling paps.
Washing corded belly and indented bellybutton. Fondling soapy
groin and pulling back foreskin to lave cockhead spotless with my
mouth. Soaping hairy legs and taking the time to wash each toe
individually, sucking on them one at a time to make sure they were
clean.

Spreading Perry's legs, I played the streams of water from the
enema tub over his submerged butt until his hole opened eagerly to
allow it inside. I filled him up until the water was flowing into
him and then back out into the tub. Removing the nozzle and
letting him almost empty himself before passing the tube back up
his open tract until Perry's whole body, including his butt hole,
was totally relaxed. I soaped up my hand and arm and, as the last
of the water left him, my hand entered him, washing his insides as
my mouth washed the outside of his penis, my wrist being clamped
in place as his body cleansed itself of stored up sperm.

As Perry almost passed out, my hand floated out of him and I
swallowed his long meat to the root, resting there, breathing
through his wet pubic hair until he stirred and his hand patting
my head let me know that he wanted up. I opened the bottom drain
and removed the float collar from around his neck. Helping him to
his feet, I put my hand around his waist and helped him walk to
the built-in urinal. His cock and arms were just hanging there so
I lifted his pisstube and held it in position, feeling the throb
of high pressure piss thrumming through he tube as it headed for
release. There was something wonderful about standing there,
helping one of the most important people in my life take a pee.
Perry managed to get his arm up around my shoulder, hugging me to
his side. "Thank you." he said.

I dried both of us off, laying Perry face down on the massage
table to nap while I dried myself and then used Vaseline to coat
both our behinds so that we didn't get sore from all the water.

Perry was groggy as I walked him back to the bedroom and tucked
him into bed.

"You really trashed him!" James said, grinning in approval.

"It's your turn, Buddy-boy. Let's go."

Eagerly, I lead him to the bathroom and gave him the same
treatment I'd given Perry, even letting him rinse me out again.
James ended up just as wasted as Perry had been, so I just tucked
him into the other side of the bed and then crawled in-between
them, snuggling up as they rolled over to sandwich me between them
in what was becoming our standard sleeping position. It was past
midnight before we woke back up.

I don't know who's belly was growling the loudest, but SOMETHING
woke us up! James clambered out of bed, his butt shining in the
moonlight. He pushed the start button on the microwave convection
oven and then reached into the small refrigerator, extracting a
large platter and three soft drinks. He pulled off the plastic
wrap and brought a HUGE antipasto salad to bed. One plate, One
salad, Three forks, Three sodas and three boys with an appetite,
who could ask for more?

The oven bell went "ding" and James retrieved a huge Chicken-
garlic-tomato-olive-mushroom-artichoke heart pizza. That was the
"more" and we attacked it with gusto. Nothing like three teen-aged
appetites to make food disappear.

When we got to the leaning back and belching stage, James got up
and cleared away the mess and started up the VCR with a "relaxing"
movie. The movie consisted of four guys and three gals doing
strange and wonderful things to each other. It was difficult to
remain stoic while watching that film, and none of us was
particularly interested in stoicism. We spent the rest of the
night practicing various forms and combinations of sucking and
fucking until I greeting the rising sun being used by James and
Perry to improve their double fucking technique, only this time
with Perry in front of me. Or was it James? I don't know. All I
knew is that I felt wonderful and the people that I loved the most
in the world were making love to me. That's the last thing I
remember until the afternoon sun woke me and I saw Don Truett
standing there, staring at his son and his son's best friend
laying there asleep with their cocks still up my butt.

I could see the tent in Dad's pants as he walked across the room
and leaned across the bed to kiss me on the lips. "You about ready
to get fucked by some man dick instead of those boy dicks?" he
asked.

I eagerly nodded 'Yes' as my lips sucked at Dad's and my butthole
started working over the swelling cocks laying asleep in my guts.
My brothers woke up, yawning and stretching, driving their morning
erections even further up inside me. Both boys smiled and said,
"Good Morning, Dad" although Perry had to be calmed down and told
that if he was going to be our brother he was going to have to get
used to calling "Mr. Truett" "Dad" from now on.

By the time Dad sat down on the side of the bed Perry was calling
him Dad just like James and me. Dad's hand wandered from boy to
boy to boy as he felt of butts and balls and dicks and where my
stretched out asshole was being slow-fucked by my brothers.

Dad tried to explain. "When I was you guys' age, I had a couple of
buddies that I was real close to. Just like you guys."

"You mean --- you guys sucked and fucked each other?"

"Yeah. Every chance we got. That's when my Dad helped me build the
loft over the shop."

"He knew you were fucking with your buddies."

"Sure. He even joined us sometimes and screwed all three of us."

"Wow! Your dad screwed you just like you screw us!"

"Yeah. But he was lots better at fucking than I'll ever be. He
could really give the phrase, "My aching butt" new meaning. He'd
fuck all three of us so good that we'd be walking funny for the
rest of the week."

That got us to laughing and James had to struggle to get his dick
back into me when it popped out.

"Anyhow, we all grew up and have families of our own now, but we
still like to get together whenever we can. That's what we planned
doing this week, spending some time together. I thought one group
of us could stay up here at the big house and the other group down
at the dock house. But, I thought that if you guys wanted to meet
my buddies, and liked them, maybe we could all just sort of have a
daddy/son weekend together."

James and Perry and I looked back and forth at each other and it
didn't take us long to come to an agreement.

"Sure. We'd like to meet your friends, Dad. Who knows, maybe we
will want to play together.

Dad headed back downstairs while James and Perry pulled loose and
all three of us sat up against the headboard, covering our laps
with the bed sheet.

Dad, stone naked, walked back into the bedroom, followed by two
other naked men. "Perry, this is James, Clay's father. Clay, this
is Clayton, Perry's father. My buddies.


Perhaps The Savannah Kid would like to continue the story from
here. Or, maybe sometime in the future, when I've finished about
sixty-eight and a half other projects, I'll go a bit further with
the story. Until then, thank you for reading, and I hope you've
enjoyed the story. None of the people in this story, as far as I
know, are real, but I sure wish I was at least one of them.  Jon


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