Date: Wed, 2 Mar 2016 20:46:33 -0800
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: Billy and Davy's Daddy; Part 7

Billy and Davy's Daddy
by Jon Hold
Copyright © 1998, 2015
jonhold@earthlink.net



Part 7



When we woke up, the boys and I kissed and then got up and took a piss and
shower together, laughing and playing around and washing each other in the
process. I washed both of the boys and they worked together to wash me. We
dried each other off and then the boys sat side by side on the lid of the
long Koler toilet and watched me shave. When I was done, Davy hopped off
the toilet and asked to feel my face. I bent over and he ran his small
hands over my smooth face.

"That feels nice, Daddy. Will you show me how to shave?"

I grinned at him and said, "Well, it'll be a while until you need to shave,
but... sure. I'll show you how to shave." I reached under the sink with a
foot and pulled out the stepstool. "Hop up there," I said.

He did exactly that and turned to face the mirror expectantly. I moved up
behind him and reached forward to get my soap bowl and brush. My dangling
dick fit into the tight groove of the boys butt and I kept it there while I
made up a lather and spread it on the boys face. He kept giggling and
wiggling his butt and it wasn't long before I had his whole face lathered
up and a stiff dick sticking up through the groove of his ass and drooling
on his back. I started to shave him, but he kept moving around. I put down
the safety razor and picked up the still soapy brush. I put a hand in front
of the boys belly and he rested his elbows on the edge of the sink as I
lifted his bottom and lathered it liberally with the brush. When I put him
back down I had the nose of my dick centered on his soap slick hole. I was
deep inside him by the time his feet were back on the stepstool. I moved
forward to sink my dick the rest of the way into him and to hold him in
place against the sink with my belly and the dick up his ass.

"There. Maybe that will hold you in place."

Davy grinned up at me and stood there quietly while I finished shaving
him. Moving his face around like I showed him in the mirror so I could
shave the down off his face the same way I shaved my whiskers. When I was
done I washed his face off with a hot washcloth and then put my hands under
his armpits and lifted him off the stool and my dick and set him down on
the floor.

"There! How's that?"

Davy felt his face with both hands and got a big grin on his face. "That's
neat, Dad. Really smooth!"

"Can I learn to shave too, Daddy?" Billy eagerly asked.

"Sure. Come on over here."

Billy hopped off the toilet and came to me. I bent him over and carefully
lathered up his bottom. "I'm not going to have any trouble with you
wiggling around either," I said as I lifted the boy with my hands under his
arms. He spread his legs so I could set him down on my pecker. I stepped
over to the sink but he was too short for his feet to reach the stool with
my dick up his ass so I just held him against the sink with my belly and
proceeded to lather him up and give him a good shaving. Davy stood at the
side of the sink with his hands over the edge and mimicked the facial
motions I was teaching Billy. When I'd finished washing and drying the boys
face he looked in the mirror and felt of his face. Looking up over his
shoulder at me he said, "Thanks, Daddy. That's really neat."

I smiled at him as I lifted him off my dick and set him down on the
floor. I moved Davy over next to him and had both boys bend over and spread
their cheeks so I could lather them up again. I put the brush away and
slapped both sets of buttcheeks. "You boys get in the bedroom and lay over
the edge of the bed. I need to fuck me some boy pussy this morning!"

Both boys jumped up with cries of, "Oh, Boy!" and dashed out of the
bathroom, trying to be first to the bedroom. I followed them more quietly
down the hallway and laughed at what I saw when I entered the bedroom.
Both boys were over the edge of the bed, but Billy was laying on top of
Davy. I walked over, still laughing, and poked first Billy and then Davy
with my lather covered erection. I spread Billy's legs a little further
over Davy's butt and tried again. Grunting, I said, "Great. That works
good!" I proceeded to fuck both boys then. Taking a few strokes in one and
then shifting up or down to take a few strokes in the other. Every once in
a while I'd drive my dick between the two boys which really made Billy
squeal when my cock rubbed and pulled against his tight little cock and
balls.

I was really getting going, plunging long and hard into the boys, who were
kissing each other and crying out with joyous sounds as I fucked their
asses. Almost without warning, I started to cum inside of Billy's ass. I
gave him a few shots, enough to let him know he was being jizzed and then
quickly switched to Davy and gave him most of the load to make up for his
not having gotten fucked the night before. Both boys started cumming with
me and we were all howling and making one hell of a mess.

When we recovered, I took the boys into my master bathroom and cleaned the
three of us up with a washcloth. We went in and had breakfast, sitting
around the table naked and talking about how important it was that no one
else know how much we loved each other and making plans for a camping trip.

As it was Saturday morning, the boys took off on their bikes with a bunch
of their neighborhood buddies to a cartoon festival and barbecue at the
local movie house. A cultural event not to be missed by young gentlemen of
their age. I had given each of them money for the event, and enough extra
for a few video games or whatever. They had each placed the money carefully
in their new wallets, double checking to make sure their ID cards and
emergency telephone money was still safe. I smiled to myself, remembering
their concern. I used their absence as an excellent excuse to get caught up
on my bookkeeping. I had saved my money when I first started to work, and
when my mother died, she left me a small inheritance. I wisely invested
that money and most of what I continued to earn. Now, at a bit past middle
age, I lived very comfortably on my investments. I was just getting into
the enjoyable task of balancing my books when the phone rang.

It was Billy's father, calling from the airport. He wanted to know if it
would be OK to come by and pick Billy up. I told him that the boys were off
to a movie, but that he was welcome to come over and wait for them to get
home. He thanked me and said he'd catch a cab and be there shortly. I'd
been working in the nude, so I pulled on some white tennis shorts and an
old Jerry Garcia t-shirt before returning to my books.

Maybe a half-hour later the front doorbell chimed. I wondered what Billy's
dad was like. I'd talked to them several times on the phone, but had only
actually met Billy's mom so far. I opened the door with a big smile on my
face for Billy's parents. The smile froze on my face. There stood a blond
hunk, maybe six or eight years younger than me, that looked like a cross
between a grown-up Billy and my memories of my younger brother who had died
at barely eighteen years old in a motorcycle wreck. Automatically, through
my shock, I put out my hand and said, "Welcome home."

The hunk stuck out his hand, but missed grasping mine and fell against
me. Waves of used alcohol fumes poured over me from the hard body clinging
to mine. I grabbed the drunk by the collar and drug him towards the
kitchen, kicking the front door shut behind me. I dropped him into one of
the chairs at the small kitchen table and turned to start a pot of coffee.

"What's your fucking problem," he slurred behind me.

I clenched my jaw and poured some of the cold coffee from breakfast into a
big mug to microwave. The asshole was too drunk to taste the difference
anyway.

Staggering to his feet, Billy's dad belligerently demanded, "I said, what's
your fucking problem, asshole."

I turned to face him with the cup of cold coffee in my hand. "I don't much
like drunks! Here's your fucking coffee..." and I threw the coffee in his
face, "..., asshole!"

I took him by the collar again as he tried to wipe the coffee out of his
eyes and jerked him off balance. Blind, and staggering drunk, he was easy
to lead through the dining room and out the living room glass doors onto
the patio. I gave him the bum's rush across the brick flagging and helped
him take one last big step right into the deep end of the pool.

Watching him flounder around and gasp for air made me feel much better. He
finally managed to get to the edge of the pool and pull himself up on the
coping and finally stagger to his feet.

"You mother-fucker!" he said as he took a step and reached for me. A short,
tight uppercut to his hard midriff caught him just as his foot was coming
down. He dropped to his knees immediately and fell forward from the waist
like a rag doll as he began to puke. I stood there and watched him moan and
fall forward into his own vomit.

Shaking my head in disgust, I went into the cabana and got out the one-inch
bore rubber clean up hose. I focused the nozzle into a tight stream and
used it mercilessly to wash the vomit off my deck and guest. He gasped for
air and cried out as the hard stream hit his body. I told him to take his
wet clothing off and had to command him through the process step by step,
using the hard stream of water to blast away various pieces of apparel to
hurry him along before he could think up any objections. Naked and dripping
wet he was fucking gorgeous. Hard bodied, thick, nearly hairless
chest. Thick pale blond pubic patch and the heaviest set of thin-skinned
and hooded genitals I'd seen in years.

I changed the nozzle to a thicker, softer running, but still solid stream
and played the cold water all over him. "Wash that stink off of
yourself. You smell of puke, booze and no showers." Without a word, he
complied.

I turned the water off and he stood there, naked in the bright sunlight,
looking like a bedraggled puppy. I hooked my thumb over my shoulder, "Back
in the pool." Apparently ashamed of himself he dropped his chin to his
chest and moped over to the edge of the pool.  He hesitated there and
rather than argue with him I just kicked him in his hard muscled ass,
knocking him into the pool.

"You can stay in there until you're ready to talk reasonably or you can
gather up your wet clothes and use the garden gate to get the fuck out of
here."

I went over to the outside linen closet and got out one of the big
towels. Contemptuously, I threw it on the ground in his direction and
turned and went into the house without saying another word.

I stormed back into the kitchen and finished making the coffee I'd
started. Scowling, I sat down at the oak kitchen table and stared into the
obsidian depths of the coffee cup, trying to figure out what the hell was
going on. I hate black coffee!

After going around in circles for a while, I looked up and saw a much
chastened young man standing in the doorway wearing only a damp
towel. Pointing at the coffee pot and extra cup, he timidly asked, "May I?"

"Yeah. Go ahead."

He poured himself a cup of coffee and turned around. I was staring. First
at the towel stretched so tightly across the tightest set of fine little
buns I'd ever seen on an adult and then at the heavy bulge lifting the
front of the towel as he turned around. Pointing across from me, I told him
to sit down. Quietly, he did as he was told.

"You want to tell me what the hell is going on?"

"I guess I got drunk."

"Do you always get drunk before picking up your son after a three week
absence? And where's your wife?"

Lifting his hands from the hot coffee cup, he dropped his head onto his
palms. "Ah, shit!"

Shaking my head, I said, "You're going to have to do a little better than,
`Aw, shit.'"

Looking up at me, he said, "Look, it's all very complicated."

"I've got all day and the boys won't be back for hours yet. I'll tell you
something -- unless you can convince me that Billy is going to be safe,
you're not leaving here with him!"

Angrily, "Fuck you! He's my son and no one can keep me from taking him!"

I reached across the little table and grabbed a fistful of his long,
straight hair and jerked him out of his chair and onto the floor. His towel
fell off exposing his pale ass and waggling organs. Without even thinking
about it I turned my chair into the middle of the room and drug him up
across my lap. A heartbeat later I was thrashing his ass as he yelled and
tried to escape. I kept my hold on his hair and trapped his thighs between
my legs as I continued to spank his ass until he laid there quietly crying
and accepting his punishment.

I finally stopped whacking his ass. Resting my hand on his red and burning
butt, I asked, "Are you going to watch your mouth now?"

"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir."

I lifted my hand and gave him another, much more solid whack that rippled
his hard flesh like so much Jello. Leaving my hand where it landed, I felt
the heat pouring out of his abused bottom. The fat organ I'd felt flopping
against my legs as I pulled him into position was no longer flopping
anywhere, but was rigidly pressed against my inner thigh just below the leg
of my tennis shorts. "You going to answer my questions in a civil manner
now?"

"Yes, Sir!"

I whacked his ass again. "Do you like me being in control like this?"

He mumbled something that I couldn't make out. I gave him five more of my
best flat handed whacks in a slow, measured manner. He tried to cover his
ass with his hand, but I told him that for every swat he even tried to
interfere with, he'd get two more. I gave him his two extras without any
resistance from him. Then I let go of his hair and reached under my thigh
and stroked the hard, pre-cum dripping organ I found there a couple of
times and then pulled on his heavy balls. "I asked you if you liked me
being in control of you like this?"

Under it's coating of tears, Will's face flushed bright red. "Yes, Sir." he
said, softly, but clearly.

I whacked his ass again. "Do you want me to be in charge?"

"Yes, Sir. Please, Sir."

I gave his ass a light whack and told him to get up. He scrambled to his
feet and stood there as I got up and adjusted the erection in my pants. I
reached forward and stroked the fine-skinned erection jutting from his
loins and then cupped his heavy balls again in my hand, joggling them up
and down to test their weight. "Do you mind my doing this?"

He blushed again, but quickly answered, "No, Sir."

Pointing through the living room to the hallway I said, "Get in the
bedroom."

"Yes, Sir"

He immediately turned and started walking, me right behind him pointing the
way to my bedroom.

He stood there quietly in the middle of the soft bedroom carpet and watched
as I pulled off my now sweaty t-shirt and dropped the loose tennis shorts
to my ankles before kicking them over into the corner. His cock was both
longer and thicker than mine, but mine was definitely the CIC,
Cock-in-Charge.

Sitting down in the straight-backed wooden bedroom chair I pointed to my
lap. "Assume the position!" I commanded.

Holding his butt in both hands, he shifted his weight from one foot to the
other. "Please, Sir..." he begged.

"Now!" I demanded.

He cringed but cautiously got down across my lap again, the drooling head
of his cock pressed between his belly and my leg.

I gave him five more good ones before saying, "That's for not immediately
doing what you were told." I paused then proceeded to work his ass over
good until he was just laying there limply, crying and accepting my
dominance.

I finally stopped spanking him and rested my hand on his flaming ass. I
felt the smooth globes with my aching hand. Naturally, they were larger
than the boys butts, each cheek of his ass being about the same handful as
one of the boys entire ass. His ass was smooth and tight and felt great. I
felt down into the crack and soon found the pucker that trembled so nicely
against my fingertips. I tapped the rosebud a few times until it blossomed
open a bit and then worked my middle finger up inside of him using nothing
but sweat and his natural lubrication. His velvety sheath was hot and tight
as it yielded to my probing finger. He just moaned as I explored his
insides and gave him a good finger-fucking.

I finally slipped my finger out of him and gave his ass another good
swat. "Get in the middle of the bed, face down." I commanded.

Without saying a word he got off my lap and crawled up onto the bed. Laying
down in the middle of the bed, he buried his face in the pillows with his
head facing away from me and spread his legs. I liked hearing him "Sir" me,
but didn't say anything that might break the mood. I went over to my
dresser and got out the extra bottle of sex lube that I'd gotten when I
bought the boy's theirs. I slicked up my dick good and then climbed up on
the bed between Will's legs. I slid one of my now slick fingers back up
Will's ass and used it to lift his hips. I pulled down one of the pillows
Will wasn't laying on and slid it under his hips, making sure his cock was
lined up straight before dropping his hips back down.

I wiped my fingers off in his asscrack and then guided my cock until its
nose was pushing against Will's puffy anus. I let go and put both hands up
under his shoulders before pushing into him in one long, hard, slow
thrust. Will went stiff all over and gasped for air, but didn't really try
to resist me. Once my cock was ensconced completely up inside of him, I
laid down on his back, the weight of my body holding him firmly down to the
mattress as I hooked my chin over his shoulder to finalize my control over
his body.

"You ready to tell me what happened now?" I asked.

Air surged out of his chest as he released the tension in his chest and
broke down into a series of deep, racking sobs that seemed to shudder
throughout his entire body. I just lay there and held him as he cried his
inner pain out. After a while he began to sob out his story. I seems as
though his wife caught him having sex with her little brother and pitched a
bitch fit. That the young man was known by the whole family to be gay and
that he had, in fact, actually started the action with Will meant nothing
to her. She hated him, she hated the United States, she hated Americans and
American food and had no intention of ever returning to the US or having
anything further to do with him or the American child he had sired on
her. He stayed around only long enough to register the divorce and property
quitclaim and disavowal of child custody rights with the US Embassy before
heading home.

Nuzzling into the side of his face with my nose, I asked him if he really
missed her.

"Hell no, Sir!" he said. "I'm glad the Teutonic Bitch is finally out of my
life!"

"Do you always get drunk and depressed when you're happy?'

He just shrugged and laid there. I lay on top of him quietly for a while
and then started quietly moving my hips a bit, exploring the depths of the
channel I was plowed into and the reactions of the man under me. He soon
noticed what I was doing and took the long joint of his forefinger between
his teeth as he moaned and tilted his hips up to give me more complete
access to his hot man hole. I worked on his hole for quite a while, never
moving more than an inch at a time until he seemed to be totally focused on
me and what I was doing inside his body.

"Do you want to tell me what's going on now, or do we need to move this
back over to the chair for a while?"

He shook his head and quickly said, "No, Sir." He lay there quietly as I
continued to slowly piston his butthole until he sighed, and
continued. "It's really embarrassing -- and sort of awful."

I waited a bit, and then said, "You are eating yourself alive keeping
whatever it is to yourself. If you don't get whatever it is out in the open
and deal with it, you are going to destroy yourself trying to hold it
in. Whatever you say, no matter what you say, stays right here with us. Now
talk!"

Will fumbled around but finally managed to tell me a fairly coherent
story. He was terrified of having to take care of his son alone. It seems
as though he'd been avoiding contact with the boy for years because he was
so physically attracted to the boy. It seems that Billy had taken a sudden
interest in his father when he was about five years old. Wanting to be
around him all the time, walking in on him in the bathroom and trying to
join him in the shower. Every time the boy would climb up in his lap (a
favorite position) or ask for a piggy back ride or try to get his father
down on the floor for a wrestling match Will would start to become aroused
by the boys natural sensuality. Billy's mother had quit putting out soon
after she conceived the child and had never allowed Will to resume their
marital relations, and the sensuality of his son was all too enticing. To
protect his son from his feelings, he began to refuse to let the boy near
him. Staying at work until after the boy was in bed for the night and not
getting up in the morning until after the boy left for school.

"But you love the boy?"

Will started sobbing again. "Yes. Yes, dammit! I love him so much it scares
me, and I'm afraid of what might happen."

"Shhhhhh, shhhhhhh, shhhhhh." I went in his ear as I started to pump him
more strongly. "Have you had much sex with other men or boys?"

He shook his head `No'. "Zenobia's brother was the first, and he'd just
barely started to suck my dick when she walked in."

I stopped fucking and flexed my dick deep inside of him. "Then I'm the
first to ever do this to you?"

He nodded `Yes'. "Yeah, but my best buddy in school had an older brother
that used to screw him all the time, and I used to fantasize about that all
the time. I always wanted an older brother just like him."

"I used to have a little brother that looked a lot like you. We used to
suck and fuck each other all the time."

"Where is he?"

"He died in a motorcycle wreck. I miss him more that anything."

Will was quiet for a while, and then he said, "Do I remind you of him?"

There was some moisture on my cheek, and I wiped it off on his
face. "Yeah. You really do. Not just the way you look, but how you talk and
act. He was a bonehead too."

Will shrugged his whole body under me. "Let me roll over on my back."

I reared up over him on my hands and toes, carefully sliding my slickness
out of him.

He rolled around underneath of me, keeping his butt on the pillow and
lifting his legs up over my shoulders. He took my hips in his hands and
guided me back inside of him. "What was your brothers name?" he asked.

Blinking back tears, I croaked, "William. We all called him `Willy' cuz my
grandfather was `Will'."

Will's hands came up an held my face. "Will you be my big brother?"

Tears of loss and regret and passion and need poured from my eyes, blurring
my vision so that Will looked exactly like Willy would have if he'd grown
up enough to be called Will himself. I surged forward as Will/Willy's arms
reached around my neck to lock my lips to his as I ground my crotch into
his butt. We both moaned with need and I started to fuck him with all the
passion of missing years and deep loss. He WAS my little brother come back
to me, and I wasn't going to loose him this time or be shy about telling
him what I needed...

I held him flat down on the bed, his knees in his armpits and his ass
lifted to my pounding loins. I bit and sucked at his face in my desperate
need to raise him to the same frantic lust I felt, to make him need me as
much as I needed him. Our tongues slobbered against each others as I
pummeled him so hard that my big, heavy bed was creaking and jumping around
on the floor, slamming repeatedly against the wall. Soundproofing or not,
the whole house had to be resounding from our frenetic activity.

Our frenetic activity! The built stud underneath me was STRONG. His need to
be screwed by me was at least as overwhelming as my need to screw
him. Every time he could get his tongue loose for a few seconds, he'd beg
me for more; "Fuck me, big brother." "Fuck my hot ass, Bobby. Fuck me hard,
harder... harder... Harder!" "Love me, Bobby. Make love to me with that
huge cock of yours, brother." "Make the other boys jealous of me, big
brother. Give me a fucking they'll all wish they'd had." "Screw my ass
good, Bobby. Fuck ME! FUCK ME!"

Will, Willy, my Willy was babbling, out of his mind with passion as my
teeth fastened on his chin and nibbled along his jaw-line, as my tongue
washed his eyes and ears and I bit his nose, thrusting my tongue up inside
his nares as I switched to deep fucking strokes that kept Will prostrate
and open before me. Slow, careful retreats followed by hard, deep grinding
thrusts that pounded him across the mattress and banged his head against
the headboard over and over as I gave him the fucking we both needed so
badly.

I could feel every fiber of his fine body through the sheets of sweat that
covered our bodies as Will worked to accommodate me and give me the best
fuck he could. I couldn't believe how strong his ass muscles were, or how
well he used them. He'd clamp down after my outstroke and make me use every
bit of my strength to force my cock back inside of him, the strain peeling
nerve endings on the both of us only to leave himself open and accepting on
my next inward stroke so we could both feel the smooth glide of ragged
nerve endings against velvet tissues. Or he'd let me get completely inside
of him and then clamp down so hard that he locked my skin in place and I'd
have to fuck him inside of my own sheath. Every time I'd slow down he'd
prove how active and sensitive his muscles were by mouthing and fingering
my cock with the muscles of his ass. I loved to hold the big bulbous head
of my cock right in the tube of his anus and feel him go crazy as he played
with the flanged intruder with his spastic ass muscles.

We fucked and fucked and fucked in a rage of passion and mutual need until
I finally sunk my teeth into the back of his neck as my body arched over
him in tonic rigidity as my tubes burned with one long hot stream of cum
after another pissing outwards into the screaming body beneath me as it was
racked with one spermless orgasmic spasm after another. Will thrashing
around and screaming and going rigid with each of the powerful orgasms that
spasmed uncontrollably through his guts. I finally just held him tightly in
place, grinding my tingling cock deep inside of him as his orgasms exploded
through his body until he finally collapsed, sobbing and crying and gasping
for breath beneath me.

Tenderly, I kissed his eyes and face and lips and ears over and over until
he calmed enough to close his lips to mine and kiss me with passion turned
to love which I returned with all the caring and love and concern that had
filled my mind and body to this person who was suddenly so very, very
important to me.

We kissed and fondled each other until I felt like I had to either get to
the bathroom or loose control of my bladder entirely. When I started to
move, Will begged me not to pull out. "I'll fall apart and everything will
pour out on the bed," he cried, pleading with me to stay inside of him. I
swatted him on the ass and rolled him over on his hands and knees, keeping
my still tumescent cock inside of him. I scooched us over to the edge of
the bed and carefully got my feet onto the carpet. I locked my arms around
Will's folded knees and stood up with him in front of me like a vastly
overgrown fetus. Will reached behind himself and locked his hands behind my
neck to help balance us. My dick worked it's way back up to
stiff-buttstuffer as I walked us into the shower area of my tiled
bathroom. I let Will's feel slide to the floor but kept an arm across his
belly to hold him in place over my swollen intruder.

Will sighed, his grossly swollen cock wagging in the breeze as he let go of
my neck and I pushed on his shoulders to bend him over at the waist. He put
his hands against the tiled wall to support himself as I kicked his feet
apart and settled Mr. Cock firmly up Mr. Butt. Rubbing his back with one
hand, I reached over with the other and turned on the triple,
thermostatically controlled shower heads.  I stood there under the warm
shower spray, rubbing his back, until my penis finally softened enough that
I could release my heavy stream of piss into my little brother.

Will felt what was happening and turned his head to stare at me with a
startled look on his face. He held that poise briefly and then just hung
his head down between his arms as he moaned and spread his feet a little
further apart so that he could nest his butt more firmly into my loins.

I held onto Will's hips as I leaned back and arched my loins into Will's
hard buttocks. My pungent piss was flowing full force into my little
brothers guts, roiling around and filling his fluttering body tube.

"This'll clean you out good, little brother.  That way you won't have to
worry about `falling apart' when I fuck you for the rest of the afternoon."

"Yes, Bobby. You're just like I imagined. You take care of me just like the
big brother I always wanted."

"Listen, Will," I said as I continued to piss, "we have to talk this
out. But I want you to be my little brother for the rest of our lives. I
know this is really fast for the both of us, but having you here feels just
like having Willy back, just like he'd never been gone, and I want you to
be part of my life from now on."

"I think I understand how you feel, Bobby. It's the same for me. It feels
like you've always been my big brother and I just haven't know how to find
you. But what about Billy? What about my son?"

"Don't worry about him. He and my son are best buddies and will love being
raised as brothers. We'll throw out all the crap that belonged to that
bitch you married and sell your house and you and Billy will move in here
with Davy and me. There's more room in this house than we'll ever know what
to do with. Besides, I know the boys will want to share a bedroom and
you'll be in my bed. I'm not taking any chances on you getting away from
me, ever again." I drained off the last of the piss from my bladder and
leaned down over Will's back, rubbing his swollen tummy with one hand and
pinching first one and then the other nipple until they were as erect as
his throbbing cock.

I fucked him long enough to turn his guts to mush and to have him shivering
all over with one gut orgasm after another. Just before I had to cum I
turned his butt into the corner that had the floor drain and slid my cock
out of his ass with a lengthy withdrawal. As Will started to empty his guts
against the water-washed wall and into the drain, I dropped to my knees
under him and took his bloated fat cock as deep into my mouth as I could,
working the rest of his loose-skinned shaft in one hand and controlling him
with the other hand clenched around his swollen bull-balls.

Will dropped his weight so that I supporting him with his abdomen pressed
against my forehead and across the top of my head as he grabbed my
shoulders for support. He wailed as his cum erupted into my mouth in the
same long, powerful streams as the mess leaving his guts.

Will finally collapsed on top of me, exhausted, the last of the mess from
his intestines running down the back of his legs. I held him in my arms as
I stood and kissed him, our tongues exchanging globs of his clotted cum. I
finally helped Will wrap his hands around one of the showerheads so he
could stand there leaning against the wall with the water cascading down
across his body. I cleaned up the mess on the wall and floor before going
over to the cabinet and getting out the big enema bag stored there.

I filled up the red bag under one of the unused showers and gave myself a
nice, filling enema. I refilled the bag and moved over behind Will. I
teased him with my hardon and protruding belly. Frottage with the eager and
willing Will was some serious fun. I finally quit nibbling at him and held
him still with his earlobe between my teeth. I muttered out, "Hold still,"
and slipped the enema tube gently inside of him. He moaned and leaned his
head back against my shoulder when I opened up the water valve.

When gravity had completed it's task and he was full of water, I dropped
the hose and patted his fanny. I released his ear and went back over to the
cabinet and came back with a good sized buttplug. I lubed it up with some
of the neutral ph shower gel and slid it up inside his butt. "Don't let go
of that!" I said.

Moving Will out of the direct shower spray, I started slicking up his body
with the shower gel, making sure to fondle him everywhere but especially
under the arms and all through his crotch. His feet and between his toes
was really ticklish, but heavy pressure on my part and a little tooth
gritting on his part saw the cleansing job done. I got him under the
showerhead again and rinsed off the dirt and soap in a manner that kept him
hard and moaning. Once he was spotless, I moved him out of the shower spray
and slicked him up with shower gel again.

This time I went over to the sink and took my Wick straight razor out of
the alcohol jar and put a new, sterile blade in it. I went back over to
Will and rubbed my hand across his chest. With a couple of smooth, casual
strokes I removed the small patch of blond hairs from the central valley of
his chest. I ran my hands over the bulky muscles of his chest feeling and
playing with the skin and his nipples until they were swollen nubs as hard
as his dick. Every time I'd find one of the sparse hairs surrounding this
teats, I'd reach over with the ultra sharp blade and snick it off below
skin level without marking or marring the skin itself at all. Will was
leaning back against the wall and moaning with pleasure at all the
concentrated attention.

I shaved away the hair from his left hand and knuckles and then worked my
way up his forearm with the flashing blade. I coursed the blade in smooth
flowing strokes all over the jam-packed bulges of his upper arm even though
there were only a few tiny fuzz hairs there just because it felt so good to
feel him that way. His arm just floated up in the air and stayed there when
I guided it. He started really moaning and wiggling slowly around in
sensuous pleasure as long, firm strokes of my wicked blade denuded his
armpit.

As I moved across his shoulders I took the time to trim the hairline on the
nape of his neck to the squared off precise perfection that looked so good
on him. I kissed him there just because he was so beautiful that I had
too. I finished moving behind him and he automatically leaned back against
the wall and lifted his other arm so I could shave it as well.

He was still standing there groaning and muttering to himself with both
arms over his head while I worked my way down his belly, obliterating every
trace of the narrow golden glory trail that lead down his belly to his
groin as I intently traveled the path to pleasure -- only to stop at the
pale haired thicket surrounding the base of the trembling pillar of
pleasure itself.

Smoothly, kissing his belly in passing, I slid down to his finely formed
foot and placed it on my bent leg. The few hairs on his foot quickly
disappeared and the thick curls covering his lower leg soon followed. In
long swooping curves I deracinated the sparse covering of his upper leg
right up to the groin and gibbous swell of buttock. Repeating this on his
other leg simply multiplied my fascinated pleasure in exposing and viewing
his super-fine body.

I replaced the still sharp blade with the pristine keenness of new steel
and my blade flickered punctiliously in the light as it mowed down row
after row of the proud groin bush that Will presented to me by arching his
loins into my face. With utmost care I removed every trace of hair from his
pubes and shaft, leaving no hint of stubble to mar his stalwart
perfection. He was magnificent. Finely formed. A delicately formed
resilient strength that awed me in its powerful masculinity. With infinite
care I lifted his testicles and elongated his scrotum as I watched the
flickering blade denude this most precious sac as Will rolled his thighs
outwards to give me complete, unhindered, trusting access to his most
fragile treasure with my surgically sharp blade.

I took both balls and the entire scrotum into my mouth so that my sensitive
tongue could test for any tiny hair that might have been missed and to coat
the entire sac with my warm, healing saliva. Pulling back, I kissed first
one, and then the other shining orb and watched the long pendulous sac
tick-tock back and forth between Will's spread thighs. He was so
beautiful. So wondrously beautiful.

I touched Will's inner thighs and he immediately spread his knees and
squatted to give me access to his taint. My blade made sensuous motions
while removing the last strands of hair from the spread groin above me and
the long bifurcated tuberosity of the taint leading back to the crinkled
pucker surrounding the rubber dildo that I'd implanted earlier.

I twisted between his legs to sit behind him and wipe away the small patch
of hair in the small of his back and then the fine down that lightly graced
his buttcheeks. Will bent forward as my blade snuck down his crack and
under the rubber lip of the dildo to remove the last body hairs from my now
very much younger brother.

I folded my razor shut and put it in the rain gutter as I twisted back
thorough my baby brothers spread legs and bent over form. Gently my mouth
took charge of Will's penis, my lips pushing back loose foreskin as my
mouth and tongue welcomed the hidden head and it's single weeping
eye. Without hesitation I slowly buried the long, heavy shaft in my throat
until my face was pressed against the glabrous perfection of Will's
groin. As my face moved forward into the hairless playground, my hands
moved across the baby smooth buttocks and gently removed the obstructing
plug from Will's anus.

The plug dropped free and my face nested home at the same moment that Will
began streaming fluids from both sides of his body. His arms wrapped around
my head as a solid stream of slightly discolored water discharged into the
corner drain and a much more opaque and clotted fluid spiraled in long
clinging threads down my throat and directly into my stomach. Crying in a
high pitched whine, Will emptied his body fluids in an orgasm that he was
to remember, and comment on, for the rest of our lives together (right up
to this morning at breakfast).

I was finally able to get free of Will's embrace and get the both of us
dried off and my other needs taken care of. I carried Will's denuded and
trembling form back to my bed and made love to him until the boys finally
came home. When I got up, Will just laid there, spread-eagled on his belly
with my cum leaking out of the puffy lips at both ends of his body.



---End of part 7



This is, of course, not the end of the story, but I have other stories and
work to finish. If you are interested in how we formed our family and grew
up together, please let me know. If there is sufficient interest I will be
happy to continue the story up to the present time.

- Jon <jonhold@earthlink.net>


Too Late. I'm too old ---And alone.  Davy


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Marines have done so much with so little for so long, we can do anything
with nothing.

     ---folk wisdom