Date: Thu, 10 Sep 2015 17:54:06 +0000 (UTC)
From: Db Byron <db.byron@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boys Will Be Boys Part Four M/b Incest

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Chapter Four:  "A Touch Of Home"

The sun was shining on another hot summer day as my family and I made our
way to the Blue Crane Nudity Community to pick up little Alex; Who had been
living with our friend Olivier for a few weeks, while the investigation
against Dr. Eric C. Wiener played itself out.  Thankfully that terrifying
chapter of our lives was finally behind us as the investigation had come to
a close and justice had prevailed in the case.  Even if it wasn't the
justice anyone had expected.

For before the law had, had a chance to punish him, his missing wife
returned on the day of his hearing and dealt out her own version of
southern justice.  My Dad and I were there to bare witness to the whole
shebang from the back row of the gallery in the courtroom that day. We'd
watched as his wife drew a gun from her purse and laid waste to her husband
as he sat behind the witness stand.  Then she murdered the judge and
bailiff, before turning the gun on herself.

It was a tragic ending to a tragic situation.  Which left no room for
further explanation or vengeance.  There was nothing left to do but to pick
up the pieces and move on.  Which is what we were trying to do as we drove
along the winding roads to the Blue Crane.  We had plenty to talk about on
the drive but one thing we kept coming back to was Alex's birthday.  Which
in all the turmoil, we'd very nearly let slip by.

It wasn't until Olivier had taken a look at the boy's paperwork, that we
had left with him while the boy was staying at his place; That we learned
that the little guy was only days away from turning 6yrs old.  It was hard
to imagine he'd been with us almost a full year already and that his
birthday was right around the corner.  We hadn't thought about it at the
time but he had celebrated a birthday right before my Dad adopted him.  A
fact that Nancy's daughter neglected to inform us of while he was living
with her.

However, it was all there in black and white.  He was getting older and
becoming more and more of an intricate part of our family.  Despite
spending the previous weeks away from home.  His presence had been very
much missed.  The pitted-patter of his little feet as he ran through the
house, his laughter, and even his screams as he serviced his Grandpa's big
cock at night were all sounds that our house had been devoid of in his
absence.

We were excited to be know that he was finally going to be back home with
us, where he belonged.  An with his birthday fast approaching, it felt only
right that he be back with us to celebrate it.  After all, it was a special
occasion for such a young boy.  Unfortunately, there wasn't much time to
plan for it.  So we were having to toss ideas back and fourth during the
drive as we tried to get the plans ironed out.

We all agreed that his party shouldn't feel rushed or thrown together.
Although that's exactly how it was starting to feel as we batted ideas
around.  Given that we'd almost completely forgotten about his big day, it
was difficult not to have hard time getting each of us on the same page.
We were over halfway to the estate and in deep discussion, when we came to
the issue of the parties venue.

My Dad thought that we should have the party at Dipsticks.  Mark thought we
should have it at the Blue Crane.  I thought it should be at our house.  An
my Nephew Jacob thought it would be better to have it at a campground like
we'd had his.

The more and more we talked about it, the more and more I felt that the
location was less important than the people who could attend it.  After
all, we knew a lot of people and many of them really loved Alex.  So I knew
they'd want to be at his party if they could.

Of course, that presented a problem with the locations.  My Dad's buddy
Raul didn't care for Dipsticks too much.  So that seemed to put an end to
that idea.  There weren't any campgrounds nearby, which meant that people
would have too far a distance to drive if they wanted to come.  So that
pretty much killed that idea.  That left either our house or the Blue Crane
as the next possible choices.

Not everyone knew where we lived but I figured we could give them all
directions and it wouldn't be too complicated.  Of course, Mark had to
torpedo my idea by reminding me that the weather was expected to be
terrible the day of the party and the road we lived on was notorious for
becoming impassible during severe storms.

That left the Blue Crane as the only option.  Though the weather would
surely be just as bad there as it would at our house, there wouldn't be any
dangerous road conditions to worry about.  However, that also meant that
our friends who didn't live there or enjoy the nudist lifestyle, would
probably choose not to come.

We were each beginning to become frustrated and I decided it was time to
give the brainstorming session a short break.  That's when I turned on the
radio and we heard a commercial come over the airwaves for a new pizza
restaurant opening in town.  It sounded as though someone had bought up our
old favorite pizza restaurant and were giving it a go as yet another pizza
restaurant.  An although they were new, the local economy was far from
stellar and businesses all over town were offering all sorts of discounts
to draw people in.  This particular restaurant was said to be offering
games and prizes as their way of luring in the crowds.  It was when we
heard them mention that they were the ideal place for kids birthday
parties, that we were sold on the idea.

Mark took down the number and gave them a call as I drove us up to the gate
of the estate and swiped my ID card through the card reader.  The automatic
gate slowly swung open and I drove us into the parking lot.  That's where I
spotted our personal parking space and pulled us into it, before turning
off the engine and beginning the process of getting undressed.

As we got undressed, we listened to Mark discussing the party plans with
the restaurant employee over the phone.  By the time we were all naked and
waiting outside the car, my Brother had secured us a reservation.  He
thanked the employee on the other end of the line and hung up.

"Well, that's settled.  I've got us a table for ten at The Pepperoni
Palace."  He said, "That should be enough right?"

My Dad looked around at us as he did a head-count in his head.

Then he replied, "Yeah, I reckon that should be about right."

Mark nodded and got undressed, tossing his phone and clothes into the
backseat of the car.  Once he was naked like the rest of us, he closed his
door and followed us as we began the walk to the main entrance.  We arrived
at the front office a few minutes later.  There, we were met by Nancy, who
informed us that Olivier and Alex were playing cards with a few other guys
at the men's only gazebo, across the lake.

With that, we thanked her for letting us know and began to head that way.
However, we hadn't left the pool area before we were confronted by some
little fat kid.  I didn't know his name but I remembered him from our
previous encounter with him on Halloween the year before.  As he approached
us, I couldn't help but notice that he'd put on a few extra pounds since
I'd seen him last.  He practically waddled as he stepped into our path and
started dishing out insults at my Nephew.

Although they weren't the insults you might expect.  He was calling Jacob a
teacher's pet and a suck up.  Jacob shook his head and rolled his eyes as
if he'd heard this all before and wasn't willing to entertain the boy's
barrage of insults with any sort of response.  My Dad and Mark looked at
the little fatty and then to Jacob; Who stood his ground and simply
wouldn't respond to the boy.  Jacob was generally a very passive-aggressive
kind of boy, so it was very much like him to play it smart and not feed
into the boy's attempts to anger him.

Unfortunately, the fat ass wasn't willing to let my Nephew pass on the
argument and decided he needed to take things further.  That's when he made
the mistake of shoving Jacob.

"Hey!"  My Dad yelled and smacked the boy's hand away, "What the hell's
your problem!?"

"Don't touch me pervert!"  The boy yelled and looked around at the people
relaxing beside the pool a few feet away, "Did you all see that?  He
touched me!  The old pervert touched me!"

My Dad looked around nervously as the people by the pool sat up to
attention.  At first they seemed to take an interest in the dispute but
once they realized who it was making the allegations, they shrugged it off
and returned to sunning themselves.

That's when my Dad said, "You lay a hand on my Grandson again and I'll turn
your fat ass inside out."

However, the boy didn't take the man's threat seriously and decided yet
again to try and shove my Nephew.  This time Mark was the one to step up
and take action.

"Fuck this shit."  He said as he took a step forward.

I watched with amazement as Mark lunged for the boy, reached his arm out
and scooped him up with one powerful swoop.  Then he spun around 90 degrees
and tossed the little fatty right into the pool.  He hit the water and
splashed everyone within a few yards of him.

Jacob watched and started laughing hysterically as his bully was man
handled by his Daddy.

"HAHA!  How you like that!?  HAHA!"  He laughed.

An that's when the boy came up for air and started crying, "Help!  I can't
swim!"

Mark rolled his eyes and said, "You're safe, shit floats."

My Dad and I found that funny and joined Jacob in laughing as the boy
flailed around in the water.  That also happened to be about the time we
noticed that he was in the shallow end of the pool.  In fact all he had to
do was stand up and he would have been fine.  But of course, he was too
busy putting on a dramatic show for the sunbathers.

I patted Jacob on the shoulder and said, "Kiddo, go and save him."

Jacob looked at me and asked, "Really?"

An I nodded.

He shook his head but reluctantly walked over to the edge of the pool and
said, "Come on, stop acting.  Just stand up."

"I can't it's too deep!"  The boy cried.

That's when Jacob sighed and stepped into the water.  He walked over to the
boy and stood beside him with his arms crossed.  The boy looked up at him
and immediately stopped pretending to drown.  As his splashing came to an
end, he stood up and we could all see that the water was barely coming up
to his waist.

"Seriously..."  Jacob said and shook his head, before turning around and
stepping back out of the pool.

The boy got a smug look on his face as he watched my Nephew exit the water
and return to us.  We figured we'd done enough to put the boy in his place
and should leave him to wallow in his own self-deserved embarrassment.  So
we left the little fat bastard standing there in the pool and continued our
walk towards the lake.  Mark and I patted Jacob on the back proudly for
standing up to his bully and he smiled at us as we approached the edge of
the lake.

We were stepping onto the wooden walkway that encircled the lake, when my
Dad finally asked, "So has that boy been bullying you like that long?"

"No, not really.  I mean, he's a jerk but he only started getting mad about
his grades after Professor Hawk started teaching us."  Jacob replied.

"What's his problem, is he just stupid or something?"  My Dad asked.

"He's failing. Like really bad."  Jacob replied, "He acts like we're at
Sunday school or something.  An he gets all the answers wrong 'cause of
it."

To which Mark asked, "What do you mean?"

"Like the other day, Professor Hawk gave us an ancient history quiz.  One
question was, how old is the Earth?"  Jacob explained, "We all said 4.5
billion years.  'Cause that's what it says in our books.  But can you
believe that kid said it was only 6 thousand years old?  Like come on,
that's like, not even old.  Egypt is older than that.  So his answer just
made no sense, you know?"

Mark and I looked at each other and chuckled.

Then my Dad said, "So he's a little bible-thumper, huh?"

"I guess so.  He brings his bible to class with him sometimes."  Jacob
replied, "Professor Hawk even took it away from him one day.  He said his
class was a place of facts not of fantasy."

"Well, everyone's gotta believe in something."  Mark said.

"Yeah but they should believe in real stuff.  Not made up crap."  Jacob
said, "An what about all those rules they're suppose to live by?  Who does
that?  No shellfish?  Seriously?  I gotta have my shrimps!"

My Dad turned to his Grandson and said, "Alright, you gotta point there.
Life doesn't come with a rule book.  Your Great Grandpa always told us
kids, the Bible is just a guideline.  You can't take it too seriously,
'cause it wasn't written by God.  It's written by man and man makes
mistakes."

That's when I chimed in and said, "I think the Borg Queen said it best,
when she said that humans were imperfect beings.  They're flawed, weak,
organic."

"An finding their weakness is only a matter of time."  Mark said with a
smirk, "You're such a nerd."

I smiled proudly and said, "Yup and proud of it.  But I think she hit the
nail right on the head with what she said."

Mark nodded and grinned as we continued our long walk down the path to the
gazebo.  Once we got close, we spotted Alex's rideable, battery-powered
firetruck parked beside the steps and found Olivier, Raul, Frankie, and
Alex sitting at the picnic table in the middle of the gazebo, playing
cards.

"Well, look who the cat dragged in."  Frankie said with surprise.

I hadn't seen Frankie in a long time and was just as surprised to see him
as he was to see me. He was maybe in his mid-late 50's with salt and pepper
beard and big hairy belly.  Not quite a Santa Clause figure, but close.
Under his belly, hidden in thick pubes was a very thick cock.  It was
short, but thick from the looks of it.  It looked maybe 6" uncut and I
caught a glance of it as I peeked a look under the table from where I was
standing.

"Well, hello stranger."  I replied, "I haven't seen you in so long, I was
starting to wonder if you'd moved away or something."

He smiled and said, "Oh no, still here.  The wife doesn't let me out of her
sight much though, what with my new pacemaker.  She says I have to keep
from becoming over excited.  An with her around, there ain't no chance of
that.  Hahaha!"

I smiled and laughed along with him as I tried not to stare at the scar on
his chest from his surgery.  I was surprised that at his age, he'd have a
bad heart but seeing the scar really drove home the fact and I couldn't
help but think back to my friend Tom; Who had passed away from a heart
condition.  The last thing I wanted to see happen was for Frankie to pass
away just as my friend had.  So I was relieved to see that he was taking it
seriously and had, had the surgery.

A part of me really wished that Tom had done the same.  I missed my old
friend and as we all gathered around to join the others at the table, I
quietly reminisced about Tom.  It was when Frankie and Olivier started to
re-stack the deck of playing cards, that I felt a tear run down my cheek.
Mark must have noticed and I felt him put his arm around me.

"So, what ya'll playing?"  My Dad asked as he sat down beside Alex and
rubbed his little leg.

The boy smiled at him and Jacob had a seat on the other side of my Dad.  He
loved playing cards and was quick to ask to be dealt a hand.

"Go Fish of course.  Is there a better game?"  Frankie asked with a grin.

My Dad grinned and replied, "Well shucks, I thought you were going to say
reverse strip-poker."

That got a laugh out of everyone and the distraction got my mind off of the
sad thoughts I had running through my head.  Then Mark and I had a seat
across from each other at the table and joined in the game.  Luckily, they
had a second deck of cards. Which they added, so that we could all play.
Alex didn't quite understand the rules of the game, so Jacob helped him
along.

It felt great to be among friends, playing cards and talking like we had
upon our earliest visits to the Blue Crane.  It reminded me so much of the
old days and I couldn't help but miss Tom being with us.

It was just as I was about to mention his name, that the radio sitting on
the railing of the gazebo turned on all by itself and Frankie said, "Oh,
thanks Tom."

That brought an unsettling look to each of our faces.  None of us expected
the radio to turn on or for Frankie to invoke Tom's name when it did.  I'd
always felt that the spirit of my old friend still lingered around the
estate and hearing the man mention it so casually, reaffirmed that feeling
for me.  I knew then, that I wasn't the only one to feel that way and it
intrigued me to know what sort of experiences others might have had.

With a soft music now playing, we enjoyed several games of Go Fish, before
the afternoon sun began to shine in on us from across the lake.  It was
bright and hot, on this already steamy, hot day but it helped us to not
lose track of time.  Indeed, we'd spent a good couple of hours playing
cards by that time and we really needed to get back to begin packing Alex's
things.  I wished we could have stayed longer but we wanted to get back
home before dinner.

So we finished a final game and then decided to head in.  At which time,
Alex got up from the table and waved goodbye to everyone.  He gave Raul and
surprisingly even Frankie a hug, before leaving the gazebo to hop into his
little firetruck.  Jacob walked down the steps to join him and the boy put
his foot on the peddle; Causing the electric motor to whine as he took off
driving down the path with Jacob running right behind him.

"I'll race you to the lake!"  Jacob yelled but he was already trailing
Alex, who flipped on the trucks siren as he sped up even faster.

We all watched as the pair disappeared behind the bushes that lined the
footpath and listened as the siren faded into the distance.

"I don't know how he's ever gonna part with that thing."  My Dad said.

"He does not have to if he so wishes.  It's my gift to him.  My thank you
for allowing me the pleasure of having him stay with me."  Olivier said.

"That's very sweet of you Olivier."  I said, "But I think he's gonna have
to keep it at your place for awhile.  Because I don't have room for it in
my car."

"Oh that's quite alright.  He may keep it in the apartment.  I will only
charge him a rental fee of hugs and kisses...  Or perhaps some gropes."  He
said with a grin.

My Dad shook Olivier's hand and said, "You've got yourself a deal, my
friend."

Then Raul spoke up and asked, "So mate, when do I get to babysit the little
lad?"

My Dad winked at him and replied, "You already get to see him everyday
after school, buddy."

"Bollocks...  I suppose you're right.  You can't blame a mate for trying."
Raul said with a grin.

"Oh, that reminds me.  The boy's birthday's this Wednesday and Mark's got
us a reservation for his party at..."  My Dad said, before turning to Mark
to ask, "What was that place called again?"

"The Pepperoni Palace."  Mark replied as he and I got up from the table,
"I've got us a table for 10 and it's gonna be at 6pm Wednesday."

"Yeah, so you're all invited.  You too, Frankie."  My Dad said.

"Thanks but I don't know if the wife will allow it.  Haha!"  The man
laughed.

"Well count me in, mate.  I wouldn't miss it for the world."  Raul said.

Followed by Olivier who said, "I look forward to it.  Might I trouble you
for a ride, Raul?"

"Sure thing, mate.  No trouble at all."  Raul replied as he dealt out the
cards for him and Frankie to continue playing.

Then we said our goodbyes and my Dad, Olivier, Mark and I made our way out
of the gazebo and down the path.  We joined back up with Alex and Jacob,
who were waiting for us at the end of the path, where the wooden walkway
started and from there we all walked together on our way back to Olivier's
apartment.

It was a brisk walk and the hot, humid air down by the lake had us all
sweating a little bit by the time we arrived at Oliver's front door.  So
you can imagine how good it felt once he opened the door and the cool air
conditioning blew across our skin.

However, it wasn't cool enough for Jacob and Mark; Who instead of coming in
with us, decided they wanted to go to the pool for a swim.  Meanwhile, Alex
drove his little firetruck in through the front door and we followed him in
as he parked it in the living room.

An I said to him, "I'm surprised you didn't want to go swimming."

He stood up and climbed out of the firetruck as he replied, "I don't feel
like swimming.  Me and Mr. Olivier swim everyday."

"Must be nice."  I said with a grin.

He nodded, smiled and sat down on the floor in front of the TV.  Which he
turned on and began watching, while my Dad and Olivier gathered the boy's
things from upstairs.  An I had a seat on the couch and waited for them.

It didn't take them long to pack up his things and soon they were carrying
all that he owned in two duffle bags.  I watched as they placed them on the
floor beside the couch and sat down to relax.  Olivier sat in the recliner
across from my Dad and I, while we watched Alex's tiny hairless butt wiggle
back and fourth as he laid in front of the TV.

"I'm sure he's going to miss the pool but I'll be glad to have him back
home."  My Dad said.

An I agreed by saying, "You can say that again.  The house hasn't been the
same since he's been gone."

Alex turned around and smiled at us talking about him and I knew he was
listening to every word.  We discussed him for a bit longer, that is until
we noticed that he kept looking back at us.  Only it didn't appear that he
was eavesdropping but rather being distracted by something.

My Dad noticed it too and asked, "What's the matter, boy?"

Alex looked at him and replied, "Someone keeps touching my butt."

However, none of us were close enough to have touched him and we looked
around at each other curiously.

"You must be imagining things."  I said and the boy turned back around.

A few minutes passed as we resumed our conversation, only to have him
suddenly began reaching back behind himself as if he were trying to swat
away a smelly fart.

My Dad noticed what he was doing and asked, "Um, did you just shit
yourself?"

Alex quickly turned around and again said, "No, someone's touching my
butt!"

We all looked around at each other as we tried to figure out if he was
serious or just making it up.  Though it wasn't like him to tell a lie, it
seemed otherwise impossible for any of us to reach him, touch his butt and
get back to the couch without him seeing us or any of us seeing each other
doing it.

Again we resumed our conversation and after another few minutes, the boy
sat up and turned around to face us and said loudly, "Stop it!"

That really got our attention and we knew there had to be something more to
what was happening.

"We're not doing anything, Alex."  I said, "We're all the way over here."

"Well someone keeps touching me and their fingers are really cold."  He
said.

That's when Olivier got the idea to test a theory.  He got up from the
recliner and walked into the first-floor closet.  There from inside, he
retrieved a pillow case.  It was bright white and very thin.  He brought it
over to the boy and gently laid it down over top of his bare butt as he
laid there on the floor.

Then he sat back down in the recliner and we resumed our conversation, yet
again.  It seemed that we were only a couple of minutes into talking, when
we one of us mentioned the boy coming back home and Alex looked back at us
with a nervous look on his face.  As he looked back at us, we were stunned
to see the pillow case begin to gently slide down and off from his tiny
butt as if it were being pulled on by a pair of invisible hands.

We all looked around at each other, curious and nervous as the boy's tiny
hairless cheeks came back into view and the pillow case slowly stopped
moving as it came to a rest over his thighs.  The boy didn't move but I
could see the fear in his little eyes.

"What the hell?"  My Dad whispered.

Then suddenly, Alex let out a screech, "AHHHHHH!"

An he jumped up from the floor in a hurry as he bolted across the room and
over to my Dad; Who reached out to him and pulled him into his arms.

"Grandpa!"  Alex cried as he clenched my Dad tight.

There was now a tension in the room like I'd never felt before.  At the
same time, the air temperature began to fall dramatically.  It was enough
to give me the goosebumps.  Which quickly formed on my skin as I looked
around the room in shock.  The four of us sat there perfectly still, until
we each began to shiver from the cold.

"What's happening?"  My Dad asked and I could his breath as he spoke.

That's when I knew it was really cold and not just my imagination.  At that
point, Olivier sat up and began staring across the room at a picture of our
old friend Tom.  The man had passed away nearly a year ago and had left
this very apartment to his friend Olivier.  His picture sat upon a small
table along the wall and above it hung a mirror.

As I joined Olivier in staring at the picture, my attention was suddenly
drawn to the mirror; Where I saw another person in the room with us.
Whoever they were, they had their back to the mirror and were apparently
facing us as we sat on the couch.  However, there was no one physically
standing in front of us.

I couldn't take my eyes off of the man's reflection but I could hear
Olivier as he softly said, "Tom, old friend.  You're scaring the boy."

An with that, the man's reflection faded from the mirror and I felt a cold
breeze rush by, followed by the regular warmer air of the room.  There was
no way to explain what had just happened, other than to say that we had
just been visited by Tom's spirit.  Something that Olivier would later
reveal, had apparently been happening over the course of several weeks;
Ever since Alex had come to stay with him.

Once the room temperature returned to normal, Olivier put his hand on
Alex's back and said, "It's alright.  He's gone now."

The boy nodded his head and began to relax as my Dad held him close.

"What just happened?"  My Dad asked.

Olivier looked at him, took a deep breath and replied, "You're going to
think me insane but my old friend visits me sometimes."

"He never stays long.  Only short visits."  He continued, "Only since your
Alex has been here, has he visited so much more often.  Almost daily he
comes.  I think he was with us in the gazebo today as well.  You felt him,
yes, James?"

I slowly nodded my head and replied, "He was there the whole time."

My Dad looked at us and said, "I'd call you both crazy but then I'd have to
admit I was too.  I've seen some weird things around this place.  An I'm
fine with it as long as it doesn't touch my boys.  That's where I draw the
line."

I turned to my Dad and said, "I don't think Tom means any harm, Dad.  He
probably just doesn't want Alex to leave."

An Olivier looked at me and said, "I feel you are correct, James."

"Well that's too bad, because we're taking him home."  My Dad said as he
got up from the couch and carried the boy to the front door.

Olivier and I got up to pick up the duffle bags and carried them as we
joined my Dad; Who stood at the door but couldn't seem to get it to open.

"What's the matter?"  I asked.

An he replied, "The doorknob won't turn."

I turned to Olivier and the man turned to face the open room and said
calmly, "If you frighten them, they may not ever wish to return."

That's when I heard the doorknob click and my Dad turned it to pull it
open.  I could see he was panicked as he rushed outside and we followed
him.  He was in such a hurry to get away from there, that Jacob and Mark
practically had to run to keep up with us as they joined us in walking out
to the parking lot.  They weren't sure what had spooked my Dad and Alex but
they knew better than to stop and ask questions.

Olivier and I followed behind them as we carried the bags and I he turned
to me to say, "I hope your Father is not upset with Tom's spirit."

To which I could only respond, "No, he barely even knew Tom.  He's just
really freaked out by paranormal stuff.  It's nothing personal, trust me."

That seemed to alleviate the man's concerns somewhat and we all gathered
around my car.  I unlocked the doors and each of us got dressed for the
drive home.  That's when Alex climbed down from my Dad's arms to give
Olivier a hug goodbye and thanked him for letting him come and stay with
him.  It was a touching moment to see them embracing each other and Olivier
told him he was welcome to come back anytime to play with his firetruck.

That brought a big smile to the boy's face and he promised to come over for
a visit again soon.  Then I heard him say that he hoped Tom wasn't too sad
to see him go.  Olivier tried his best to assure the boy, that his old
friend would be alright and encouraged him to befriend the spirit the next
time he came to visit.  Then with that, Olivier placed him in the backseat
of the car and Jacob slid in beside him with Mark on the other other side
of the boy.  Then my Dad and I thanked Olivier again for all his help,
before getting in the car ourselves.

We waved goodbye to our friend and I pulled us out of the parking space.
Now I might have been imagining things myself but I'd like to think that
Tom was seeing us off.  For you see, as we were driving back towards the
front gate, I looked back in the rear view mirror at Olivier and could have
sworn I saw a shadowing figure standing right beside him.  I don't know if
Olivier noticed him or not but it sure didn't feel as though our friend
would be going back to an empty apartment after what had happened.

Despite whatever my Dad felt about the who situation, I never once felt
that Alex was in any danger and honestly having a spirit watching over us
made me curious more than anything.  I didn't want to bring it up at the
moment but I just knew in my heart that Tom as with Olivier was lonely and
after having spent the last several weeks with a young boy in their home,
there were both sad to see him leave.

Once we were outside the gates of the estate, it took us a good hour or so
to get home.  It was a long drive but time passed relatively fast with Alex
telling us all about his time at Olivier's.  The boy really appeared to
have had a good time, despite the strange encounters with Tom.  Which he
also told us about.  The idea of which really bothered my Dad quite a bit
but thankfully the boy said that in general he felt safe in the man's
apartment.  There had only been a handful of incidents like today, that
he'd felt violated.  An the thought of a ghost violating a little boy was
both preposterous and yet somehow arousing.

I could tell that the conversation was giving my Dad and Mark the jitters,
so I'd changed the subject by the time we pulled into our driveway but on
an interesting side note, Jacob seemed to be very curious about the
prospect of spiritual molestation.  In fact, he had his hand down the front
of his sweats for much of the car ride home and I think it was because he
was imaging what it must have felt like for Alex to experience being groped
by a ghost.  I have to admit, he wasn't the only one thinking about it as
in the back of my mind, I really wanted to get back there someday soon and
somehow explore that aspect of the unknown with him.

Unfortunately, that adventure would have to way for a future visit to the
Blue Crane.  Because we were finally home and in the safety of our yard;
Where I parked the car and we got out.  The heat and humidity hit us like a
ton of bricks.  Our homes proximity to the lake in the backyard and the
surrounding woods, had the effect of amplifying the oppressive heat.

We were all anxious to get inside to the air conditioning and Mark helped
me carry the boy's things inside.  I don't think we'd been in the door more
than a few seconds before we each started stripping off our clothes and my
Dad made a b-line for the door to the basement game room.  The basement was
the coolest room in the house and we were quick to follow his lead.

The cool air of the quiet little room felt great on our bare skin as we
stepped down the steps and gathered at the base of the stairs.  From there,
my Dad walked over to the refrigerator, that stood along the wall a few
feet from the stairs and grabbed a half-empty case of water from the bottom
shelf.  Then he divvied out the ice cold bottles to each of us and tossed
the empty package onto the counter.

With a cool refreshing drink in our hands, we each wandered over to the
couch at the opposite end of the room and us men had a seat; While the
boy's made themselves comfortable on the floor in front of the TV.  Of
course, the TV in the basement didn't have cable.  So the only thing they
had to watch was movies.  It was amusing watching them try to pick and
choose what they wanted to watch from the selection of DVD's.

However, the funniest part was when neither of them could make a decision
and Jacob in turn provided a few more videos to choose from.  He reached
under the couch and pulled out about six video cassettes and my Dad nearly
choked on his water.

"Where'd those come from?"  He asked as he turned to Mark and I, "I thought
I told you two to get rid of all those dirty videos!?"

With that, Jacob looked back at us with a video tape in his hands and just
smiled mischievously.

"We thought we did."  Mark said, "But I guess Jacob had his own private
stash.  Haha!"

My Dad stared at his naughty little Grandson, winked and said, "I see I've
taught you well."

"Hehe, Yup."  Jacob giggled and turned around, before crawling over to the
VCR to insert the tape.

The videos should have been our hint as to watch the boy had on his mind as
he pressed play and the screen glowed with the image of some very old,
vintage, illegal, porn.  You know the sort, the ones from so far back in
the day that kids were actually featured in them.  They were highly rare
now days but Jacob had been fortunate enough to find some stuffed into the
seat of the old couch in his Playhouse and had apparently felt they
warranted being kept in secrecy under the basement couch.  Even though my
Dad had expressly instructed us all to dispose of anything that could be
seen as questionable, while the investigation into Eric's wrong doing was
going on.

Of course by this time, that was now nothing more than a bad memory and we
were feeling free again to get naughty.  Our little addition to the family
was safely home again and with porn on the TV, we each felt the desire to
get frisky and welcome him back.  He and Jacob laid on the floor sipping
their water and wiggling their tiny asses for us.

The sight of which, turned all three of us men on.  It wasn't long before
we were enjoying the show they were putting on for us and jerking each
other off on the couch.  That naturally lead to my Dad making the next move
by getting on the floor with them and crawling up behind both his naked
Grandsons.

My Bother and I stroked each others cocks and watched as our Dad began
groping and fondling both boys.  They moaned and squirmed as the man played
with them, until Jacob took the next step and arched his back.  His little
bubble butt rose into the air and my Dad quickly took hold of his little
hairless butt cheeks and spread them to reveal his glorious puckered hole.

That encouraged my Nephew to push back with eager anticipation.  An unlike
Alex, Jacob made it clear that he was horny for his Grandpa.  Something
that the boy didn't often do without first being told to do so by one of
us.  I think that after having spent the whole day focused on Alex, Jacob
was feeling as though he needed to show that he wanted some attention.

Although both boys were within striking distance of my old man, they were
both very different and needed to be handled accordingly.  It all came down
to a matter of forcing one or taking the offer being presented by the
other.  Needless to say, my Dad was enjoying the debate as well as himself
as he pondered his choices.

By the time he finally made up his mind, Mark and I had turned our slow
stroke session into furious masturbating.  We each had a handful of cock
and were making out heavily as we beat our meat sticks together.

However, none of that could distract us from the sound of my Dad saying to
Alex, "Be a good boy and help those two get a good nut, while Grandpa tears
up Jacob's little fuck hole."

That was enough to make us both look over and watch as Jacob got up on his
knees and shook his horny butt at his Grandpa.  An my Dad wasted no time in
sticking out his tongue and driving it up the boy's hole.  He licked and
nibbled on Jacob's hungry boy pussy like it was his last meal.

Meanwhile, Alex got up from the floor and came over to Mark and I.  We
could tell he wasn't quite sure what to do but he needn't worry, because we
already had something special in mind for him.  His sexy little body was
calling to us as we got down on our knees and crawled around, circling him.
He stood perfectly still and his eyes widened as we each took a position,
one behind and one in front.

Then we began to lick him all over as we listened to our Dad snacking on my
Nephew's pucker a few feet away.  Soon we were making our own noises as I
licked Alex's tiny 1"-2" uncut cocklet and Mark rimmed his tiny butt.  The
next thing I knew, we had him shivering with pleasure as we welcomed him
home in our own special way.  After all, we'd been missing him so much and
wanted to make him happy to be home.  We might not have had a fun little
firetruck for him to ride on but we had hot tongues, that were eager and
willing to lick every inch of him.

We were going at him hot and heavy, when I heard Jacob moan, "Ohhhhhh!!!
Ohhhmmmmmm!!!"

That's when I glanced over at him and saw my Dad mounting his Grandson's
little bubble butt, on all fours.  They looked like a big burly Bulldog
mounting a little Chihuahua.  Which was a sight I not often got to see.
Because it wasn't all that often that I got to see my Nephew taking my
Dad's cock.  So needless to say, I was watching them closely all the while
enjoying the taste of Alex's young cocklet in my mouth.  The sight of
Jacob's hungry hole being taken by his Grandpa's beer can thick 6.5" cut
cock was incredible.  The stretching was easily turning his rosebud inside
out as he took the man in and it wasn't long before it was turning bright
red from the painful penetration.

"Ohhhhhh, shittttttt!!!!"  Jacob cried.

"That's it.  Show Grandpa what a good slut you are."  My Dad said.

It took him nearly a minute to sink himself balls deep into Jacob's hole
but before long his hairy old balls were pressing tight against the boy.

"Oh, Grandpa!  Ohhhh!  Ahhhhmmm!"  Jacob cried as he breathed heavily.

My Dad grinned and smacked his little Grandson's butt hard.

'Smack!'

"Ahhhh!"  He cried.

Then my Dad waited for Jacob to begin rocking himself back and fourth on
his girthy shaft.  I wasn't sure the boy was up for the challenge but as he
often did, he once again surprised me as he began to slowly work himself
back and fourth on it.

"Harder, boy.  Come on.  Hurt yourself on it."  My Dad said and applied a
second smack.

'Smack!'

"Ahhhhh!"  He cried, "It's not open all the way yet!  Ahhhhhh!"

My Dad found his complaining to be quite amusing and I knew from the sound
of his voice that he was really enjoying seeing the boy in such distress.

"Yeah?  It hurts, huh?  Prove it.  Let me see those tears."  My Dad said.

Then he smacked the boy's butt some more.

'Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!'

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"  Jacob cried.

"That's better now, huh?  Yeah, Mmmmmm.  Grandpa's gonna rape that fuck'n
hole for ya."  He said and grabbed hold of the boy by his waist, pulling
him tight against him as he began to pummel his hungry hole.

I must have been paying too close of attention to those two and neglecting
my duties with Alex, because the next thing I knew, I felt his hand on my
head.  I looked up at him and he brushed his long, golden blonde hair out
of his face as he smiled down at me.  He looked so cute, that I turned my
focus to his little abs and began licking my way up to his face.

"Hehehe!"  He giggled as I licked him and watched Mark's hands move up
along his sides.

My Brother was matching my movements and licking his way up the boy's
backside.  We met as we reached his neck and smiled at each other.  Then we
stood up and resumed stroking ourselves.  Alex lent a helping hand and
played with our balls as we jerked off for him.  It didn't take us long to
reach orgasm and we both came all over his little face.

Mark pulled his hair back to keep it from getting soaked in our juices and
Alex stuck out his tongue as he tried to catch our hot load of sperm but it
was far too much for him.  We ended up coating him with our creamy white
batter in seconds.

"Auuugghhhmmmmm!"  We both groaned.

It seemed like only a few seconds after we'd come, we heard my Dad groan;
Indicating that he was planting his seed up my Nephew's boy pussy,
"Auuuggghhhh!!!!  Fuckkkkk!!!!"

"Shiiitttt!!!!! Ahhhhhhh!!!!!"  Jacob cried as the man slammed himself deep
inside him and forced every hot drop of cum up his rectum.

Then the two of them collapsed into a pile of sweat and sex on the cold
basement floor.  It was sexy as hell seeing them together like that but
even that didn't quite compare to Alex looking up at Mark and I with cum
all over his face.  He had the funniest look in his eyes as he waited for
someone to clean him up.

So I got down on my knees again and this time I licked his little face
clean.  There was just something about tasting fresh cum on a boy's face
that made it all worthwhile for me.

I don't know if it was the sight of me licking the boy clean or the fact
that we'd not eaten since breakfast but Mark broke the relaxing silence by
asking, "Who wants ice cream?"

That had the effect of causing Alex to jump up and down with excitement as
he yelled, "I do, I do, I do!"

Jacob would have been just as excited had it not been for him being so
exhausted.  I looked over at him expecting him to have a similar reaction
but instead he just raised one hand in the air, before letting it fall back
to his chest as he laid there sore and cum-filled on the floor.

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