Date: Sun, 22 Jan 2012 23:12:05 -0800 (PST)
From: Friedrich Craig <fitchboy@att.net>
Subject: A Family Business

In the FANTASY world I have created in this story anything
goes.  My FANTASY world involves sex between men and boys,
incest and unsafe sex.  I do not promote any of these things
in the world we all live in.  If you can not separate
FANTASY from reality, are offended by the subjects of
intergenerational sex, incest & unsafe sex  or this material
is illegal where you live; DO NOT READ this story.  If you
enjoy the writing and/or have comments or suggestions,
please contact me at FitchBoy@att.net


                      A FAMILY BUSINESS

                         Episode One


When I was 12 years old I came out to my parents.  I had
started to figure out I was queer about the time I hit
puberty.  A few jerk off sessions with friends which lead to
experimenting with cock sucking had me pretty well
convinced.  Two weeks after my birthday I was jerking off
with my best friend when I decided to go down on him
determined to go all the way and suck him off, something I'd
never done before.  A few minutes into it, my buddy
surprised me by maneuvering into a sixty nine and very
tentatively sucking my cock into his mouth.  I was really
getting into the whole experience and thinking I wanted it
to last forever when I was startled by my buddy's cock
spewing my first taste of cum over my tongue.  He kept
shooting: filling my mouth with salty sweet slime until I
was forced to swallow it, followed by the head of his still
spewing cock.  As the last few spurts sluiced directly down
my throat I realized my own cock was jerking and spraying
inside my buddy's mouth. I decided then and there that I was
definitely 100% queer.

     My buddy and I had sucked each other off a couple of
times and even explored each others ass holes a little over
the next few weeks and I was developing a real crush on him
when all hell broke loose at dinner one night.  While we
were eating, my mother asked me if I had a `girlfriend' to
take to my first school dance.  I told her I didn't have a
girlfriend, but I wanted to take my best friend, Josh, to
the dance.  I thought my mother was going to have a stroke
or something.  She turned bright red and started yelling at
me.  My Dad was trying to calm her down, but it wasn't
working.  Mom made it very clear that it was not acceptable
to her that her son be a "little faggot".

     Things were tense for the next few days.  Mom wasn't
speaking to me or Dad and she even moved into the guest
room.  I told Dad about me and Josh, he told me that what we
had been doing was just normal experimentation and he was OK
with it.  Dad also told me mom would come around, but I had
my doubts.  The atmosphere at home wasn't improving any and
then the bottom fell out.  Dad came home one evening as
white as a ghost and told us his company had gone out of
business.  It was one of those big scandals you probably
read about: the company went under in a matter of a couple
of days, the pension fund was wiped out but the top
executives made off with millions while guys like my dad
were left with nothing.

     Two days later, while Dad was out applying for
unemployment and looking for a job, Mom left us.  She didn't
take much with her, just her clothes and jewelry, leaving
behind everything else, along with something called a "Quit
Claim" on the house and a phone number for her lawyer.  I
got home before dad and found her note.  I didn't know what
the "Quit Claim" was but I could figure out that she wasn't
coming home and knew that the lawyer meant she wanted a
divorce.  When Dad got home he immediately got on the
computer and checked their joint accounts: she'd emptied
them.  Dad stared at the screen for a few minutes then told
me that he had a little under a grand in his private account
and that was all that we had to live on until unemployment
started coming in.

     Dad tried to assure me everything would be OK, but I
could tell he was worried.  He told me he needed to get a
move on and figure out some way to raise the rest of the
money for the next mortgage payment.  I was trying to be
helpful so I suggested we have a garage sale.  Dad chuckled
and said that was a nice idea, but he didn't think it would
be enough.  He got back on the computer then and went to
Craig's List or something and started to type.  Dad told me
we were going to go further than a Garage sale and have an
estate sale.

     Over the next week, Dad put locks on our two bedroom
doors and we sorted through stuff and put the things we
absolutely would not sell into them while Dad started
putting price tags on everything else in the house.  The Day
of the sale Dad had his brother, Uncle Jack, there to help
out.  Dad stayed on the first floor, Uncle Jack was upstairs
while I was to be available to help them out with customers.
Dad had signs up all over the house saying "if it doesn't
have a price tag, make an offer".

     The sale was fun.  There were people in and out of the
house all day hunting for bargains.  I was up and down
stairs, getting things for Uncle Jack, relaying messages
back and forth between him and Dad, answering questions and
stuff.  Dad sold Mom's good dishes and her silverware along
with a lot of her collections, even the fancy tea set: an
antique that she never used.  Uncle Jack sold the furniture
in the guest room, there were offers on stuff in my
brother's room, but Dad decided since he was away at school
we shouldn't sell anything out of his room.

     There was one man who was in and out all day long: He
bought a small item each time he was there, but he seemed to
be more interested in talking to Dad and Uncle Jack.  He
tried to talk to me a couple of times, but we were
interrupted every time.  Dad started getting everybody out
of the house about and hour after the sale was supposed to
have ended.  He sent me upstairs to tell Uncle Jack to clear
anybody out up there.  I noticed that same man was still
there along with a couple looking a desk still left in the
guest room.  After I went down to Dad I saw the couple
carrying the desk downstairs and out the front door, but
didn't notice the man leave.

     Dad called upstairs and let Uncle Jack know everyone
was gone downstairs and asked if the second floor was clear.
Uncle Jack called back and told Dad to go ahead and lock up.
Dad took down all the signs then closed and locked the front
door.  Dad asked me to go get Uncle Jack and ask him to
bring down any money he had collected then sat down at the
dining room table to start counting the money he had.

     I went upstairs and was surprised to find Uncle Jack
was not alone.  The man who had been in and out of the house
all day was still upstairs.  Uncle Jack introduced me to the
man, told me his name was Dave and then said, "Dave likes
you Ricky, he likes you a lot, sort of the way you like
Josh". I hadn't known until right then that Dad had told
Uncle Jack about me and Josh.

     Dave started asking me questions about me and Josh,
what we'd done together and "how far we'd gone".  When he
found out that Josh and I hadn't done anything much other
than suck each other off a few times, I saw a big smile come
across his face.  Talking about Josh and me had my cock hard
and I thought I could see that both Dave and Uncle Jack had
bigger bulges in their pants.  Uncle Jack seemed to be
trying to hide his, but Dave was showing his off too me and
rubbing it.  I responded by reaching down to rub and adjust
my own bulge.

     Dad finally wandered upstairs to see what was taking
Uncle Jack and I so long.  When he saw Dave there with us he
didn't seem all that surprised.  Dad looked at Dave and
said, "You've been pumping me for information all day, I
thought you might be leading up to making a low-ball offer
on something.  So what is it?"

     Dave laughed and answered, "The offer I have in mind is
not so much low-ball as it is ballsy.  I'm interested in
your boy here: specifically his tight little virgin hole.
I'm ready to pay top dollar for the pleasure of popping that
cherry."

     I was totally blown away, but neither Uncle Jack, nor
even Dad, seemed shocked or upset by what Dave said.  Dad
just looked at me as if to gauge my reaction then asked,
"What do you think son?  It would really help out if you
could bring in some money."

     I stood there, dumbfounded, not believing I'd heard
what my Dad had just asked me.  Was he really willing to
sell me to a stranger to help make the mortgage payment?
After a few minutes (I guess) I realized Uncle Jack was
talking to me.  Uncle Jack was telling me that he and Dad
had fooled around, just like me and Josh, when they were
boys and they were both younger than I was now when they'd
been fucked for the first time by a teacher they both had.
Uncle Jack was telling me that I'd love it and it would
really help my Dad out.

     When I looked back at Dad and saw that his dick looked
to be hard and inching down his pants leg I knew that what
my uncle was telling me was true: they had fooled around
with each other when they were kids (did they still?).  It
looked like those memories and the memories of getting
fucked by their teacher and the idea of Dave paying to fuck
me had them both turned on.  As confused as I was I also
knew that the whole situation had my cock hard.  Josh and I
had played with each other's ass holes and I had been
thinking of asking him to fuck me.  This was a whole
different idea though: a stranger fucking me for the first
time.  An adult who looked, by the bulge in his pants, to
have a large adult cock he wanted to fuck me with, and he
wanted to pay to do it.

     I was in kind of a haze, but I heard myself agreeing to
let Dave fuck me.  I heard Dad and Dave negotiating a price
and I heard that I was to get fucked at least twice when
Dave offered to pay extra to watch Dad fuck and "breed" me
after Dave had popped my cherry.  I heard Dad agree to that
and then I heard him say, "Jack here is probably not going
to resist taking a turn and dumping a load in the boy's hole
after me."

     That meant three men fucking me, one after the other.
I was beginning to have second thoughts when Dad led me to
his bedroom door, unlocked it and took me into his bedroom
where he and Uncle Jack started stripping my clothes off.
Dave followed and began peeling off his own.  Dave made note
of my hard cock and said something about me being a `horny
little whore'.  Dad agreed that I looked to be anxious for
what I was about to get: I wasn't so sure.

     Uncle Jack found a bottle of lube and I wondered how he
knew where it was in Dad's room.  He gave the lube to Dave
and Dave put me face down on the bed with my legs hanging
off the side.  Dave asked dad for a pillow then pushed it
under my belly then he pushed my legs apart.  I felt his
fingers start to work the lube into my hole, it felt good at
first then he started to push.  He didn't hurt me but he was
pushing fingers in fast and it was uncomfortable.  It was
uncomfortable until he found that little lump I now know is
my prostate: that made all the difference in the world, it
felt great.

     I guess his tickling my prostate distracted me as he
worked more of his fingers into me until all of a sudden I
felt really full.  Dave pulled his fingers out of my hole,
slapped me on one cheek and told me, "Go take a dump kid".

     As I got up and went into the bathroom, I heard Dave
ask Dad if we had a shower shot.  Dad said that we didn't,
but that there was a bidet in the master bath.  Dave told
Dad to make sure I used it.  Dad followed me into his
bathroom and showed me how to use the bidet after I shat.

     When I went back out into the bedroom Dave was lubing
up his cock.  Right at that moment it looked huge and I was
having second thoughts about taking it inside me.  I didn't
have long to think about it though as Dad and Uncle Jack got
me on the bed on my back in the same spot I'd been in with
the pillow under my back and ass.  Dad and Uncle Jack were
both on the bed along with me, one on each side of me and
each of them holding one of my feet up and back toward my
head.

     Dave walked up to me and pushed the head of his slicked
up cock at my hole.  I guess he'd really opened me up
because it seemed that the tip slid in a little bit right
off.  It felt strange to have something pushing in instead
of coming out.  Then Uncle Jack was telling me to push out
against Dave's dick, he told me to push, "Like you're trying
to shit him out of you."

     When I did that a little more of Dave's cock slid into
me and it hurt, so I pushed harder, but all that did was let
more slide in.  I started to protest, but Dad leaned down
and put his mouth over mine, kissing me and shoving his
tongue deep into my mouth.  I sucked on Dad's tongue and
moaned into his face as I tried to push Dave's cock out of
me while it slowly drove in deeper and deeper.  When Dad
broke our kiss and sat up Dave was staring at my face.  He
looked me in the eye and said, "I am about to bottom out in
your sweet hole, whore.  Your cherry is about to be mine,
bought and paid for: pimped out by your Daddy."

     As he said that I felt his legs press up against my ass
as my hole stretched around the wide base of his cock.  It
felt full, and it hurt, but it felt good at the same time.
When Dave started slowly fucking in and out I could feel his
cock rub against my prostate: my own cock, which had gone
soft and shriveled up while Dave popped my cherry, started
to come back to life.  The harder and faster Dave fucked,
the harder my cock seemed to get until I thought it would
burst.

     Just then Uncle Jack leaned down and swallowed my cock.
He started bobbing up and down but I didn't last for long.
Without being able to give Uncle Jack any warning I felt my
cock explode in his mouth.  Uncle Jack didn't seem to mind:
he just pulled back a little and kept sucking on the head of
my cock while I shot in his mouth.

     While I was shooting in Uncle Jack's mouth Dave started
fucking faster and harder.  He looked down at me and said,
"Such a good little whore: I pop your cherry and fuck you
until you get your nut and then your sweet little whore hole
sucks the cum right out of my dick."

     With that, Dave slammed into me and held still for a
few seconds while he grunted.  When he started fucking again
he was fucking in a different rhythm: he'd pull out about
half way, kind of slow, then slam back in and hold still for
a split second before doing it again.  I could feel that his
cock was sliding on something more than just the lube now, I
knew before he told me that he was shooting his cum in me.
As if to make sure I knew what was happening, Dave looked
into my face and said, "Yes whore, I'm breeding your hole,
christening it with it's first load of slime."

     Dave made a few more slams into me then pulled out and
stepped aside saying to my Dad,  "It's your turn Daddy: time
to earn your money.  Hop on and slide into your little
whore's hole on my load then breed the cunt while I watch."

     Dad didn't need to be told twice.  In a flash he and
Uncle Jack had me flipped over, back on my stomach, and Dad
was behind me sinking his cock into my ass.  As Dad started
to fuck I felt him bend over me and wrap his arms around me.
Dad wasn't fucking me like Dave had; he was taking it slow
and easy, sliding all the way in and out with each stroke.
I was really enjoying this fuck, my cock was getting hard
again and it felt like Dad's fucking me was making me fuck
the pillow underneath me.

     Then Uncle Jack was naked in front of me (when had he
stripped down?) presenting his hard dripping cock to me.  I
opened my mouth and sucked the head in.  I didn't have to do
anything, each time Dad pushed into me he pushed my mouth
down on Uncle Jack's cock.  It wasn't long before I felt
Uncle Jack's hands on the back of my head as he forced me
down further, pushing the head of his cock into my throat.
With Dad fucking harder now, I felt him push up on his
hands, Uncle Jack kept pounding my face down onto his cock
and leaned forward.  I couldn't see it, but I was pretty
sure Dad and Uncle Jack were kissing while they fucked me.
It was confirmed when I heard Dave say, "That's a nice
bonus, the little whore skewered between his pimps, Daddy
and Uncle, while they suck face."

     It wasn't long before Uncle Jack told me to get ready
and then started spewing cum in my mouth and down my throat.
At first he kept fucking while he came, but after a few
strokes he buried his cock in my throat and held it there
while he finished.  I couldn't breathe and it seemed like
forever while his cock lay on my tongue and I felt it
pumping.  When he was finally through and he relaxed,
letting his cock slide out of my throat so that I could
breathe I was nearly passed out.  As I gasped for much
needed air and came around I heard my Dad shouting as he
came in my ass and realized that my own load was smeared all
over my belly and the pillow underneath me.

     Dave paid Dad, dressed and left saying he'd be back the
next day to see if there was anything else for sale he was
interested in that he might have missed.  He told Uncle Jack
that he would bring a few friends who might want to do a
business with us.  After Dave left Dad asked what I wanted
for dinner and I asked if we could order pizza.  He told me
I'd just paid for it, so I could have whatever I wanted.

     After we ate, Dad said we needed to get to bed to be up
early for the second day of the Estate Sale.  I headed for
my room but Dad told me I was sleeping in his bed, with him
and Uncle Jack telling me, "Your Uncle hasn't had his turn
yet".

     Before we went to sleep I was skewered in between My
Dad and Uncle Jack a second time.  This time, however, it
was Uncle Jack breeding my ass while Dad fed me my second
load of adult cum.



     That's it for episode one, it's a bit long on story and
short on action, that should change in future episodes.
It's been awhile since I've written anything; let me know
what you think at FitchBoy@att.net