Date: Mon, 08 Jan 2001 11:10:26 -0700
From: Bert Boughton <begmealot@qwest.net>
Subject: adventures of tray and jay 49

"Adventures of Tray and Jay 49"

PART 49: WILD WEST

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My little bro got me into it, of course.  That boy is trouble, I'm here to
tell you.  I should have seen it.  How about we go for a little ride, says
Jay.  Why not, I go; then, Where?  Jay just grins and gets that look.  You
know, THAT LOOK.  That's when I should have seen it coming and said nope,
not today, but me, I'm the sucker.  Hindsight.

I don't even remember where the road stopped being a road, I just nodded
off a sec, and then it was all dirt and dust and tumbleweeds, but that's
not the weird thing, see.  The sky, all of it, was blood red!  And the
earth and plants and all were like photo negatives!  And I look to my bro,
Jay, beside me, and he's rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, too, and next
thing I know, the world seems to be back to normal.  So finally I pulled
Jeep over to the side -- and by side, I mean next to this big-ass
boulder that doesn't belong there -- and we both got out and stretched
and wondered...

"Where's a Coke machine?"  That was Jay who actually said it, the
knucklehead.  My kid bro looked so cute and serious, like only he can get,
that I had to wrap my arms around him and go to nuzzling the back of his
neck.

That's when we heard giggling and splashing, but out there in the middle of
nowhere it had to be our imaginations.  Shared auditory hallucination, see.
I've learned some things in college.  I think the professor said something
about acid, though.

"Hey, look!" Jay shouted, and he pointed off at a hill, and barely visible
behind the hill were these big, green treetops.  Well, Jay being Jay, he
was already off and running, so I caught up to him and together we moved up
the hill.  It was hot as hell so we broke out sweating real fast, and at
the top we froze together and stared down at a big water hole, I guess is
all you could call it, with trees all around and...

"Ohmy...!" I ejaculated, and...

"GOD!" Jay and I came the rest of the way together.

Because, I mean, fuck me!  Down below were two teenage hotties, buck naked,
just generally laughing and carrying on and acting like boys, you know.
The younger boy, maybe 15 or 16, was going ape shit in the shallow part of
the water hole, while the older boy, let's say 17, balanced on the long
branch of a tree over the water.  Both were wet and glistening, their taut
young bodies flexing in fun.

That's when the boy on the limb saw us and tensed.  His mouth fell open,
and he turned without thinking and went SPLASH into the water with a howl.
His little buddy cracked up and started splashing water at no one until the
older boy came up for air and pointed at us.  The little guy turned and
gawked so both of them were frozen there gaping at Jay and me, who gaped
back in total fag wonder.  You know.  What's a gay boy to do?

After a minute of this mutual stunned fascination, see, the smaller of the
two golden studlings snapped and waved at us and called out, "Well, come
on!  Plenty of room for more!"

I mean, really.  Fuck ME!  But that was all we needed to hear.  We were
tripping down the other embankment and ripping off our shirts.  I know my
heart was pounding, and it sent gushes of blood into my bad boy, which out
of nowhere leaked my stuff into my Tommys.  I felt it nice and manly on my
thigh and begged the little bastard to behave, at least for the time being.

Jay was stripped naked first, of course, and I watched the eyes of the
strangers rivet on my kid bro's grownup cock and balls.  The 17-year-old
grinned in admiration while the little one leaned forward more and even
squinted in shock!  It's a guy thing, that's all.

Jay was half-hard going into the water, and you know the other guys
noticed, the way their eyes were glued to my very handsome and buff
brother's private region.  I took a deep breath and scratched my pubes and
then jumped on in.  The water was perfect, and not nasty-dirty like most
lakes or water holes you see.  Man, my balls tingled when the water wrapped
around them like someone's mouth.  Hell, I lost it then, all the way, and
kept walking down to hide the evidence.

Something was weird about these boys we stumbled upon, though.  They
weren't shy or uptight at all like most guys I know.  They took to pushing
and shoving us like we were old friends or something, and slapping ass,
too.  But every time I copped a peek, I saw how their dicks and nuts, while
loose and comfy, were totally soft!  And when I scammed on Jay, it was
obvious where he stood: at attention.

We introduced ourselves finally, and found out their names were Shane (the
17-year-old beauty with neck-length blond hair and perky nipples) and his
little bro Lyle (16 with bold green eyes, short blond hair and the cutest
little outie belly button a cocksucker ever laid eyes on).

I forgot myself and closed on Shane, shoving and generally feeling him up
good, and we rose up out of the water, laughing and tickling each other,
and when we stopped I glanced over at Lyle.  His eyes were stuck
you-know-where, but stupidly I followed his gaze, as did Shane and Jay.
Everything stopped dead.

I cleared my throat nervously, at last, and went, "What, haven't you boys
ever seen a boner before?"

They looked in my eyes, confused, except for Jay.  He seemed oddly proud of
his big bro.

"A -- a boner?" Lyle asked.  "You mean, that?  Is that a boner?"  And he
actually pointed so my rager flapped up to my belly and startled the hell
out of these bumpkins.

I was speechless, but Shane spoke up and stammered, "Sure I've seen a --
a -- a boner, but never -- never -- never, um -- I mean --
only -- oh, Lord."

"Only yours?" Jay piped in breathlessly, truly awed by the admission of
total sexual ignorance.

Shane turned red and lowered his eyes and nodded, and I saw Lyle did, too.
I strolled out of the water hole, and everyone followed.  Pretty soon we
were all real close on the bank, me and Jay totally up and shameless
rubbing hips, with Shane and Lyle facing us.  I was slightly relieved to
see that they were struggling to master their peckers, at least, but the
strain showed, and the battle was half-lost already.  When I grabbed myself
and squeezed, it was all over!  The country boys' cocks swelled out of
control and stood straight up.

"What are you doing?" Shane gasped, looking around in fear, as if someone
might be watching.  But not for long, because he had to see more of this
-- this whatever I was doing to myself!

"Don't tell me you never do THIS to yourself!" I teased him, and he went
beet red.

"No-n-n-no!" he stuttered.

"Don't lie, Shane!" Lyle sneered with contempt.  "I seen you in bed when
you think I'm asleep!  Where do you think I learned it?"

"YOU!  DO!  IT?" Shane swooned.

"Yeah, I do it every chance I get -- only, in private."  Lyle looked up
into my eyes and grinned.  "I never heard of no one doing it out in the
open like this."  The thrill of it overcame the poor kid, who took his
hard-on in hand and stroked it slowly, tentatively.

Somehow we all just went down on our knees together, in a nice, tight
circle, and every dude there knew what to do.  It was awesome, no shit.  I
hate that word, but still.  I got fuzzy-headed and droopy-eyed gazing at
everyone's hard upper legs all taut from their shins curled beneath them
and their fine, fine little boy asses resting on their heels.  We all
stroked ourselves slowly, panting in building spasms of thrilled pleasure
to be sharing this usually very private experience.

Shane choked and shuddered, and his eyes closed, and I had to let go of
myself completely or else spew right then and there.  Lyle smiled at me,
still a little nervous, and when Jay reached behind me and snaked the
fingers of his free hand in my crack, Lyle and I both flinched!  So Jay
leaned close to me, right up to my face, and I swear I didn't realize what
he meant to do until his lips were on mine.  My eyes closed all the way.  I
groaned in joy.  Dimly I heard the others moaning in horny disbelief, and
when I was ready to squirt without even touching my prick Jay pulled back
and grabbed my shaft and beat us both furiously.  No, it was insanely,
okay, really.

Then my load flew out of me and across the short distance to Lyle, where it
hit so hard against the dumbstruck boy's chest that he almost fell over!
Instead his hand clamped tighter on his own bone, and no shit, the spunk
that blew out his pent-up penis hit me in the face!  OHMYGOD!  That was all
she wrote.  Everyone twisted and spazzed off all at once, the cum spurting
every damn way!  Who knew whose spunk hit who?  It was too hot to put down
in words.

Nobody moved for a long time, except our heaving chests and roaming eyes.
Because every dude there just had to check out the streaks of jiz mixing
everywhere with the sweat and boy funk.  The smell was outrageous!  The
wild odor of our untried young friends.  Shane's head twitched first, and
when he stood and walked slowly, legs shaking, back into the water, the
rest of us followed.  Part of me was sorry to see all of our juices washed
away so fast.

It was real quiet in the water hole.  Our new friends tried not to meet our
eyes, but they couldn't do it, and now and then I'd catch one glancing my
way or to Jay, and then when they were caught they'd look away again, fast.
We left the water hole the same way we went in, behind Shane.  He sat down
by a big tree, his knees up before him, arms loose around them.

"What was that you did with your brother, Tray?" Shane's voice made us all
jump.

"You mean, the kiss?" I asked.

"Uh-huh."

"Well, it was just that.  A kiss."

"Boys aren't supposed to do that.  It's real bad.  Preacher talks about it
sometimes in church, only he doesn't ever really say it.  And you boys
-- well, Lord, you're BROTHERS!"

Jay cleared his throat.  "Have you ever kissed anyone, Shane?"

Shane flushed and looked away.  "No, but when I do it won't be a boy."

"Why not?" Jay asked.

"Well, because."

"Ohhhhhhh," Jay sighed that sarcastic way he does.  Shane flashed pissed in
a heartbeat.  His jaw clenched, and his eyes sparkled.  His entire anger
focused on Jay.

"What's it like?" Lyle wondered out loud, maybe to use his words to force
himself between Shane and my bro.  I wasn't worried about my bro.

Jay licked his lips then, and his eyes gleamed evilly at Shane, and then
before I could even think, Jay leaned across to Lyle and took the kid's
head in one big Rugger paw and laid one on him!  Smack, right in the
pusser!  Only, Jay wasn't happy with a simple kiss for Lyle's virgin ass.
No, Jay had to lay some tongue!  My eyes flicked from Lyle's horrified,
tense face to Shane, who looked to me as if I should stop it!  Well, fuck
that.

So Lyle's first kiss just worked its own self out, long and dirty as hell.
See, Lyle gave up the fight real fast, and once his whole body chilled and
went with it, he obviously started to dig it.  I mean, his dick sprang back
to life, which everyone noticed, and even twitched spastically until clear
stuff flowed out.  Mine was already there.  One by one, the others got into
it, until finally even Shane's hand seemed powerless to stay away from the
big, meaty pole that warmed his belly.  I'll give Shane this much: he tried
not to beat it watching his kid bro get slaked by another dude!

When Jay let go of Lyle and their lips parted, there was a long, thick
string of their mixed spit stretching from mouth to mouth until their faces
were nearly a foot apart again.

"Any questions?" Jay asked, trying to be smart and nonchalant, but I heard
the catch in his throat.  Lyle rocked my little bro!  Well, Tray has never
been one to be outdone, okay, so I crawled on hands and knees over to
Shane, who was trapped by the fierceness of my experienced young eyes
boring into him.  Only when I was in his face did he snap and act like he
might try to get away, but fuck that!

With one hand I stroked his naked front from his Adam's apple gently down
between his well-defined pecs to the place where his happy trail started,
and from there my fingers played with the black fur until they found his
thick patch of real manhood and made him gasp as they teased and tickled
him down there!  He blinked and swallowed hard.  I love it when boys blink
and swallow!

The warm firm grip of my hand around his erection sent shivers of delight
through Shane.  His back arched as he grunted powerlessly and my other hand
took him by the hair on his head and pulled hard so that his head came to
me.  I made him do what he said he'd never do to a boy, and at least he
resisted, but it was futile.  I choked him with my tongue and drank in the
sweetness of his teenage breath and saliva; our teeth clashed.

I became blind to everything but Shane.  My body pressed forward and
covered his as he fell backward onto the ground.  My knees thrust between
his and made him yield, because he knew vaguely what was happening and
wasn't ready for it so the strength of his legs trying to stay shut only
drove me wilder!  Finally I lunged forward and felt his stubborn legs give
way to mine, and when his spread and he panted and gasped in fear, my
raging boner slipped quickly in the cracks of his cheeks.

"Wait..." Shane basically begged me, but I smothered him with more kisses
and scooted closer so my knees were by his hips and he was totally prone.
My mouth broke from his long enough to hawk a huge wad of spit in my palm
and all over Shane's face, and I lubed my cock fast.  A second wad went up
his butt hard and fast, and the sucking of air through his startled teeth
made me insane!

"Oh, Lord, you can't be thinking..."

The fire in his guts as I rammed it into him without warning muted Shane.
His face broke out in flames of sweaty redness, and his mouth opened to
scream but couldn't, and the rapid, hip-driven in-and-out of my long,
rock-hard bone in his steaming hot butthole sent Shane boy to the brink of
tears and sobs...

But then the light went on in his eyes that focused on me in
shock...shock that it was starting to feel GOOD!

"UH!  LORD!  YES!" is all he could grunt, and I saw the others kneeling
around us to watch, various expressions of awe playing over their faces.  I
vaguely noticed Jay making a move on Lyle's poor ass when my lust
overwhelmed me again and I really put it to Shane good.  I mean I pounded
his ass for real!  Only, the wincing I saw on his face was the good kind,
that crazy mixed-up ecstasy of bowel-churning pain and inexpressible joy
that only one man can give to another.  I was totally jazzed to share it
with Shane.  My sweat flowed from me to him, and he actually opened his
mouth to drink the drops that rained down on him.

When the boiling need to go for it overwhelmed me, my body knotted up, and
my dick swelled in Shane's behind, and I jabbed it to my pubes up his ass,
and I looked in those pretty eyes of his and couldn't believe it when I saw
the certainty in them of what was happening -- and Shane loved it!  In
fact he swallowed with his mouth wide open and half-closed his eyes and
pounded his pud harder...and the first shot splatted between his
eyebrows!

I heard Jay and Lyle gasp in shock.  I turned my head and found them both
on their knees, my little bro putting lining up his massive cock with the
tiny, puckered hole of another lucky bastard to feel that manly piece of
meat up his chute where no man has ever gone before.  Really, Jay's got the
equipment for a righteous de-flowering!

Poor Lyle, though.  I mean, nobody's really ready for that, you just have
to grit your teeth and try not to shit and bear it until the pleasure kills
the outrage of it!  Yeah, buddy!  So basically, Jay planted his prick up
Lyle's innocent cave, and Lyle totally yelped in horror and then outright
SCREAMED!  I mean, long and hoarse and throaty.  Shane twisted free of me
and headed to his bro's rescue, but Lyle saw him coming and held out an arm
to stop him!  No shit!

I guess Lyle figured if he took it up the butt, he might as well finish
what he started.  He leaned forward until his elbows were on the ground and
his face rested on his crossed forearms, and we heard him panting and
moaning and grunting as Jay truly sodomized the kid.  Jay spat in his hand
and stroked the thick gob of his lube over his pole until his thick bush
smashed his fingers against Lyle's pale cheeks.

Then there was this long, cool sigh of relief.  I wondered where it came
from at first, until...

"Oh, yes, I see!" Lyle moaned like a virtual slut!  "Yes!  Preacher's
wrong, Shane!  Preacher's wrong!  I like it!  Ohhhhh!  UHNGH!"

Because Jay lost it and went even harder!  Jay pounded that adolescent
piece of ass so hard, Lyle ended up on his belly with my bro slipping his
arms up under Lyle's pits and around his narrow shoulders, the better to
drive his piston in and out of the boy's butt.  In and out, fast as hell,
until my BROTHER whimpered and knotted up and clamped his legs down against
Lyle's...

And Lyle knew a rocks-off when he felt it, too!  Jay gritted his teeth and
slammed his eyes shut and panted sprays of sweat onto Lyle's neck as Lyle
shoved his butt up to take that monster even deeper.  The way Lyle moaned
then, it sounded like he was getting off at the same time!  I watched his
body shiver and contract and knew it was so.  Wow!

I glanced at Shane, who sat on his butt and watched in wonder.  He licked
his lips, and a tender smile spread over them, totally unaware that I
watched him.  He loved his little bro, and it showed.  Slowly the
lovemaking of our two little brothers died down, and we all kicked back and
caught our breaths.  What I remember most is the feel of my sweat drying in
that perfect breeze, and the feeling that somehow Jay and I better get
going because we were very lost.  Don't ask me why.

Shane stood lazy-like and went behind that big tree and came back with his
clothes and his little bro's, and as they started to dress I noticed how
funky the threads were.  The pants were dirty, thread-bare old slacks, what
you'd call flood pants for both of them, see, only, real old-fashioned.
The shoes were these funny boots with no laces.  I liked the shirts,
though, they were stained thermals that used to have buttons up the top of
the chest, but the buttons had all bailed long ago so there were little
threads here and there.  Finally they put on these totally cute COWBOY
hats!  Again, they were old as hell and dusty and stained, but they looked
so damn comfortable, especially the way both boys automatically turned and
adjusted them just so in sync.  It was precious, really, however dorky
their wardrobe.

"Which way you headed?" asked Lyle, sleepy and super-relaxed from first
sex.

"Well, to tell the truth, guys, we're kind of lost," I admitted.  Jay
grinned and nodded.  "But our ride is over that way," and I pointed through
the hill.

"Ride?" Shane and Lyle echoed each other softly.

They followed us, and when we got to the top and they spotted Jeep in the
distance, they both froze and cupped their hands over their eyes to see
better.

"Pretty, huh?" I acknowledged proudly.

"You should see mine," Jay smirked.

"What in tarnation is it?" blurted Lyle, then, kind of hushed and scared to
his big bro: "What is it, Shane?"

"Heck if I know," Shane answered.  His voice quivered, which was odd, too.

We hurried to the Jeep, and I said, "Well, we might as well give you a
lift, wherever you're going.  Can't be far."

"Lift?" said Shane.

"I aint getting in that," went Lyle, and I swear, they were serious!  But
when Jay and I shrugged and got in, Shane had second thoughts and climbed
in the back where Jay held the seat for him, and then there was nothing for
Lyle to do but jump in behind me.

I thought those boys would die when I started Jeep up and he shook all
over, and I saw in the rear-view that the bros were doing the same, only in
each other's arms!  To make a long story short, they pretended not to know
what a car was, much less a Jeep, even if they did chill and lean forward
for a view of the ride.

"Hey, slow down, slow down!" Shane went off after a while, pointing
frantically.  "We're here already!  It took us all morning to get to the
hole on foot, and here we are!  The place is right around that bend there,
but you better stop here, Tray, or Daddy'll drop dead!"

Lyle giggled.

"I take it there are no car dealers out here," I said as nice as I could
and parked it.

"Yeah, you'd think it wasn't the 21st century," Jay added when we were all
outside.

"Well, it aint," Lyle said real funny, like we were simple or something.

Jay and I stopped cold and looked from each other to the boys.  They didn't
look to be in joking moods.

"Okay," Jay went with it.  "What century is it, then?"

Shane squinted and tipped back his cowboy hat and glanced to Lyle as if he
was afraid to go on, but he said, "The 19th, of course."

"Eighteen seventy-five?" Lyle prompted, as if to remind us.

Jay figured quickly and smiled evilly.  "Okay, smarty boy, who's president,
then?"

"U.S. Grant."  They both got it together, without a beat, and I hoped they
were wrong so I stared at Jay and lifted my brows, but he was pissed all of
a sudden and frowned.

"More or less," Shane added with a grin that Lyle picked up on, and they
both went to giggling hysterically at something private, I guess.  "Come
on, we'll introduce you to the old man, if he's..."

"Awake," Lyle finished, flashing anger straight from his laser eyes to big
bro, who shut up fast and led the way.

They seemed to be at home, but all I saw was this shed, basically, a big
shed, but still, so I thought maybe Daddy went somewhere in the mobile
home.  But Shane and Lyle went right in the shed so we followed, and our
eyes had to adjust to the dark because there were only these little
windows, and then only two.  There was the main room and sort of a kitchen,
then two doorways to the bedrooms, I guessed.  But there wasn't an
appliance or TV or anything in sight, so I started to understand how these
people maybe really thought they were back in the wild, wild west.

That's when I spotted Daddy, sprawled in a rocker, out cold and breathing
steady.  He had on nothing but thermal pants, and the pouch was tented way
up and bobbing.  A tiny grin was on his stubbled face, but he couldn't be
more than his late 30s, see, and his body was FINE.  Thick, dark hair
matted his sweaty chest and belly, and then he grunted in his sleep, and I
saw his trapped boner jump again, and then a wet stain appeared where the
head strained at the soft cloth.

"What do you know, Daddy's -- asleep," Shane whispered.  His jaw
clenched.  His eyes smoldered in barely controlled anger.

"I'll show you our room," Lyle cut in.  "Come on."

We went through the doorway to the right, and in there it was way brighter
and clean and organized.  There was a little desk with some books and
papers and an oil lamp -- no shit!  And one bed, hardly big enough for
two.

"You mean you two have been sleeping together in that, and you never --
ever -- fooled around before?" Jay asked incredulously.

"Well, around here, Jay, no one would think of -- that -- with his
brother," Shane spoke, disappointed in Jay's ethics or morals or whatever,
I never could get those two.

"Or one boy even doing -- it -- with another boy," Lyle whispered.

"So what's the story with your dad out there having a wet dream?" I said
crudely, but fuck me, that's how I am.

"What's a -- wet dream?" Shane wondered, brows knitting.

"Oh, forget it," I said.  My dick was straining again thinking of the old
man out there.  "Where's your mom?"

Jay looked totally disgusted with me, and I felt my stomach drop, BANG,
into my groin.

"She's gone," Lyle said like a little man, but he swallowed hard and Shane
put his arm around his bro's shoulders.  Then Shane got on his knees before
the smaller boy and took his hands, and Lyle sagged and wrapped his arms
around Shane's wide shoulders.  What was I supposed to do?  So I went to
Jay and got on my knees and let him hug me tight, too, and it was too cool.
I felt so close to the little fucker right then.

But then his erection throbbed through his pants against my face, and my
fingers played with the tight crack of his boy butt, and he spread his
legs, and I didn't care if the other guys noticed or not, I just bit down
on my little bro's swollen pecker and tasted his dirty pants and felt his
manhood flex for me.  He whimpered once, and that's when I became aware of
Lyle hugging me from behind and Shane's hands slipping around Jay's boner
so my tongue was licking the rough skin of that country boy's fingers
instead of dusty denim.

I took Shan's very long index finger in my mouth and sucked on it totally
nasty, only, Shane got into it fast and sort of fucked my face with it.  He
let out a long, thrilled sigh, and Lyle undid his slacks and dry humped by
rear.  Shane's hands fumbled open my bro's jeans and reached roughly inside
to whip out the beast, and I felt Jay lean back into the other young man
his age, who was there firm and ready to take him.

I licked the shaft of Jay's cock all the way from the base by his loose,
spunky nuts and up to the leaking, big, round head, which flowed with more
of my bro's sweet stuff.  I drank all of it as my pants went down to my
knees on the floor and Lyle's soft hands found my pecker and played with it
as if he was alone in bed at night with big bro asleep beside him.  I
sucked my bro deep into my throat and relished the feel of him there,
twitching and gushing his juice.  Yeah, I know how to suck cock, no matter
how big, specially my kid bro's.

I heard Jay and Shane slurping above, their mouths gulping at each other,
and little Lyle clearly needed a better shot at my dick, so I eased onto
the floor, on my back, and worked my pants down to my ankles with no hands,
and let Lyle go for it.  That kid was enthusiastic, see.  He was all over
my bad boy, laying on his side with one arm over my belly, his head going
up and down my pole, his other hand pumping himself slow and patient.  I
played with his hair and face and chin and then let my fingers follow the
wet action of that boy's hot lips sliding over my riled boner.  It was so
hot, man.  I was ready to spew any time.

Jay and Shane got naked, and Shane bent my bro over the bed, but then Jay
reversed him fast and went down on Shane's unprepared but no-doubt tasty
young asshole, and that made Shane twist and groan loudly, but we didn't
care.  Shane loved it, the feel of a tongue up his chute.

"Oh, Jay, I can't believe you want my dirty place like that!" Shane went
off.

"MMMMMMMM!" went Jay.

"Yes, eat it, Jay, eat my dirty place!"

"UHHMMMMMMMM!"

Then Jay traded places with Shane, who cautiously bent over and sniffed my
bro's ass and felt inside with a finger and sniffed it and finally went for
it, closing his eyes and sticking out his tongue and putting his face up to
Jay's funky hole and making contact, and then it was all over.  Shane was
in heaven.  He ate my bro good and sloppy, holding Jay's strong hips and
swallowing fast and wicked.

"Fuck me, Shane," Jay breathed, his head turned sideways on the bed, palms
flat beside him.

Well, if Jay expected any hesitation, he was surprised.  Shane straightened
and stepped forward and rammed it all the way in without warning, dry.  Jay
even yelped!  Shane liked the sound of Jay's shock and the feel of my bro's
hard body knotting up in his control, and the way Shane went to screwing
his first piece of ass was beautiful!  He was a real man, alright, and Lyle
stopped eating my cock to watch as his big bro pounded my little one!

Jay started panting and whacking himself off to the beat of Shane's sweaty
groin mashing into his rear, and I grabbed Lyle's head and placed it back
over my sensitive penis, and I closed my eyes then and listened to all of
that magnificent sex going on.  It was too much.  I spazzed and expanded in
Lyle's mouth, and he knew it was coming, and I heard Jay wordlessly begging
to be fucked harder and Shane giving him what he wanted, and it just
happened.

All four of us squirted off together!  Lyle choked on my load so some of it
dripped down to my pubes and belly, but I felt his stiffy cut loose all
over my leg, and Shane and Jay were gasping and spazzing all over the place
in the throes of their climax...and I opened my eyes, and there was
Daddy, standing in the doorway, his hand down his thermal pants squeezing
the big meat in there.  His eyes met mine, and he turned silently and went
away.

"Ohmygod," I sighed, and Lyle laughed gently, still milking my cock and
loving every second and drop of it.  Shane was on top of my bro, his
smaller but very hard and capable body pressing Jay to the bed as their
chests heaved from the exertion of a very studly buttfuck.  I didn't know
if I should tell them or what.  Whatthefuck had just happened with Daddy?
I was too flushed with pleasure to worry about it too much, though.

Once we cooled off, we got into our clothes, sort of, the shirts left open
and maybe a fly or two in our mutual dazes, and walked into the "living
room."  Daddy was waiting for us.  He had a bottle with him and didn't have
much to say, but he stared at me an awful lot, which the other guys noticed
but couldn't figure out why.  I knew.  I'm the dude his younger son just
blew!  Fuck!

See, Daddy's bottle was new when we started, but he's not stingy.  Boy, is
he not stingy!  We were all passing that bottle, and Lyle being smallest
and least experienced was out cold first, then Shane, and finally Jay boy.
So it was me and Daddy alone, basically!  And he had a major woody again.
God, I love thermals!  My eyes kept roaming from his crotch to his eyes,
but his eyes stayed glued to my face like he was in a trance.  I felt real
light-headed and uncommonly nervous, okay.  I mean, I have limits.  Whose
dads I'll fuck, that is.

Okay.  I pretended to pass out, which wasn't hard with all the booze
thinning out my blood.  Plus it was dark out, very dark, and the only light
was from another kerosene lamp!  These people must really think they're in
the 1800s!  I heard this soft rustling sound and tried to place it until it
hit me: the old man was wanking!  Damn!  One eye cracked on its own, and he
wasn't looking at me any more, he was gazing off longingly in another
direction, and when I turned my head just so I saw Shane stretched out on
his back, clearly having a good dream from the way his slacks bobbed down
there!

I don't know what came over me.  I stood without warning, and Daddy shut
his eyes fast.  I almost fell over.  Whatever that rotgut was made of had
me loopy as hell, but I made it to Shane and crouched down and stroked his
hair and face gently until he woke up.  He swallowed and smiled up at me
but tensed when he remembered where he was.  I grinned and took his arm and
helped him to his feet.

Against his will, I tugged on him to follow me to the rocking chair, where
Daddy appeared to be asleep.  I pointed at the big old thing trapped there,
and Shane blushed as bright red as a boy can get.  He turned and tried to
retreat, but I grabbed him and nuzzled his soft neck and walked him closer
his old man.  Then I pushed down on his shoulders, and he hit his knees,
which snapped loud!  The other boys stirred and kept sleeping.

Like I said, I don't know what got into me.  My hand took Shane's from his
knee and moved it closer and closer to Daddy's lap, and the sound of Shane
panting in rising lustful fear drove me insane.  I was painfully hard in my
pants.  Then we were there, and I eased the kid's hand onto his father's
bulge, and the old man twitched and sucked in a little breath but somehow
acted asleep still!  What a performance!

I whispered in Shane's ear, "Trust me, dude, it's cool.  I know these
things.  Relax and go for it."

And did he ever.  It was like Shane gave up being scared of what would
happen IF, because he wanted this -- HAD ALWAYS WANTED THIS -- so
fucking bad it hurt way deep in his belly.  Shane focused on the loins of
his Daddy and kneaded the man lovingly with both hands.  He was so into it
he didn't notice when Daddy finally gave it up and opened his eyes and
looked at me with total wonder.  I stood up and bent over and kissed the
man on the forehead, and then Shane saw and pulled back his hand...

But Daddy took it, not hard but firm, and pulled his older son up to his
feet and then into his lap!  His long, strong arms wrapped around Shane,
Daddy hugged his boy and offered up his mouth for the taking.  Shane's
mouth opened, first in amazement, then wider in longing, and he tilted his
head downward as his Daddy lifted his head upward, and they met in the
middle!  Ohmygod!  I stepped back to my place by Jay and Lyle, who both
snored gently, and watched the beautiful thing unfolding.

Father and son kissed passionately, not down and dirty like maybe me and my
pop might, but sweet and wet...and I noticed it was the boy who
introduced the man to the concept of tongue!  FUCK!  Daddy groaned and
bucked his hips up into Shane's butt, and Shane immediately slipped down
onto his knees again between Daddy's legs and quickly pulled out the wet,
drippy monster.  For a long minute, Shane held his father's cock in both
hands and with his fingers spread the plentiful lube all over, head to
nads.  Daddy spazzed and threw his head back and grabbed Shane's head with
both hands, but only to hold it, see.

Only, Shane took it another way and went straight down on the old man!
Daddy grunted loud and moaned, and I couldn't believe the other guys slept
through it!  Shane sucked his dad like I've never seen before, slow and
totally adoring, swallowing a lot to taste his dad's stuff, playing with
the big, hairy nuts.  The dick was so big for him that Shane's spit flowed
all over the place, onto his hands, his dad's balls, the rocking chair,
everywhere!

Without warning, Daddy tightened up all over and opened his mouth wide, and
I knew from his violent shaking and Shane's choking and sputtering that the
son had released the father's pent-up needs like the old man had never
known before!  Right away, Daddy tugged on Shane until the boy was on his
feet before him.  Shane's pants seemed to drop to his ankles on their own,
and he shuddered uncontrollably at the assault of a hot mouth, but not just
any hot mouth, on his privates!  Shane was feeling his father's mouth on
his most intimate parts for the first time.  Man, I know that feeling!

In a few seconds, after the shock of first contact, Shane pumped his hips
back and forth and went to fucking Daddy's face.  Daddy loved it!  But it
was over fast!  Shane took the man's head in both hands and rammed his cock
all the way in, and I focused on his firm bubble butt cheeks spazzing and
twitching.  I liked the sheen of sweat that broke out all over the kid.

Someone brushed up beside me, and I saw it was Lyle!  And he was buck naked
and stroking his hard-on!  Shane choked and coughed and staggered to the
side, and that was when Daddy saw Lyle and froze, uncertain.  There was
nothing uncertain about the way Lyle walked up to his father and turned his
back on the man to ease back in his lap -- which still had a very big,
very hard dick in it -- and struggled to sit down the right way to...

OHMYGOD!  Lyle wanted that Daddy dick up his rear!  Daddy didn't get it
yet, but I did, so I spat in my hand and worked it good and slick over the
huge bone, and that was all little Lyle needed.  He lifted confidently and
sat down on it, all the way at once.  Of course, it was too much to take so
fast, and the little boy winced in horrible pain and flushed and sweated
all over, but Daddy held on tight and caught his own breath after being
TAKEN so bluntly!

The man's mouth sucked and kissed his boy's neck and cheeks and ears, and
Lyle loosened up and closed his eyes and went to squirming in Daddy's lap,
teasing his dad and torturing his own fresh little prostate wickedly!  Then
Lyle took both arms of the rocker in his hands and pushed up...and
down...and up...and down...over and over, loving every wild second of
it!  Daddy was beyond words or sound, he just sat there and held on his
young son and went on the ride of his life.

After a minute or so more, Daddy reached around with both hands and played
with Lyle's package, cock and balls, which was ready to squirt all over.
In fact, the second I thought it, the thick jets of white boy cream spurted
out, up to Lyle's face and over his shoulder even onto Daddy, who laughed
in delight.  Then the laughter twisted into real surprise as he took Lyle's
hips and fucked the kid with all his strength from where he was trapped
between the boy's body and the chair, but still it was impressive!  Lyle
jerked up and down with every manly thrust...

And I saw from the surprise on Lyle's face that the father was growing
inside him and exploding, and I knew Lyle felt every throb of it.  The kid
was in total rapture.  Jay pressed his brotherly meat up to my ass and held
me, and I had an urge to sit on it!  No shit!

See, wherever the fuck we were, we had to go home in the morning...and I
wanted more of everyone!