Date: Thu, 15 Jun 2000 21:58:22 GMT
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "A Brewster Father's Day " (m/b, m/t, t/b, incest)

Caution/Welcome.  This is the second part of a three part story involving
four brothers, two preteens and two fourteen-year-olds, celebrating
Father's Day with their dad.  The Brewster clan brings the day to a close
with a wild climax like only the Brewster boys can.  Don't forget, if you
are enjoying this series, Father's Day presents, cash incentives and
encouraging comments can be sent to the author, J.O. Dickingson, at
authorsix@hotmail.com

			  A Brewster Father's Day
			    Part Two: Afternoon

     Picking up the kitchen phone, Brett called up the number.  "Yo,
Henrietta," he greeted cheerfully.  "How ya hangin'?"
     "What do you want?" asked the seventeen-year-old on the other end
sourly.
     "Hey, is that any way for a maid to talk to his ah, her employer?"
     "I'm not your friggin' maid," Henry whispered quietly.
     "Yeah, well, whatever.  We need you to buy us a barrel of chicken, ah,
fifteen naw, twenty pieces, and a family box of crispy fries, two naw,
three large bottles of Pepsi, and a family size gravy."
     "You know what day this is?"
     "Of course.  It's Father's Day."
     "So I'm spending it with my father."
     "Yeah?  Cool.  Put him on and I'll see if he wants a great picture of
his son."
     "All right, I'll go get your friggin' meal."
     "If you get here in half an hour we'll even pay for it."
     The Brewster's doorbell rang in twenty-eight minutes.  Pocketing the
money he'd gotten from his dad, Benny generously gave Henry two twenties
using the money they'd created using the wizard book, knowing that by the
time Henry got home it would have dissolved.  Having expected some prank
from Benny or one of his brothers, Henry was surprised at the tip.  Eager
to get out of there and back home, he didn't even question why the
twelve-year-old was stark naked.  There were some things that were not
explainable, and the Brewster brothers were one such thing.
     "There's our order," he announced, returning to the bedroom.
     "How did you do that?  KFC doesn't deliver."
     "We got our own delivery service, Dad."
     Barry decided not to question the boys any further, figuring what he
did not know would not hurt him.  With his boys, he was finding that was
becoming true more and more often.  Untying his arms so he could sit up,
the boys joined him on the bed.  For the next fifteen minutes the only
noise in the room was the satisfied munching and slurping of five very
hungry naked Brewsters.
     "Best part of KFC is it's finger lickin' good," observed Brent.
     "Yeah, especially licking someone else's finger," said Brett as he
grasped his brother's hand and slipped Brent's first two fingers in his
mouth.
     "Oh yeah!" exclaimed Bobby.  "Finger chain!"
     He immediately grabbed Benny's hand and Benny quickly grabbed his
father's as Brent grabbed Bobby's.  Barry glanced in surprise at his boys
as each happily sucked on a brother's greasy fingers.  Sitting cross-legged
and naked on the bed, his limp penis dangling above his low- hanging sack,
Brett sucked on Brent's fingers.  Laying on his side with his limp boyhood
laying innocently on his thigh, Brent concentrated on Bobby's fingers while
Bobby snuggled up to Benny, resting his head on his brother's shoulder
while he sucked on his fingers.  Benny, meanwhile, had rested his head
against his dad's hairy chest and was eagerly licking off each of his
greasy fingers.
     The sight of his boys sprawled out there on his bed openly and
innocently exposed like a Renaissance painting of a party of cherubs was so
erotic!  Reaching out for Brett's fingers and slipping his son's middle and
index fingers in his mouth, Barry immediately felt a stirring between his
legs.  As he went down on his teenage son's fingers, he was immediately
reminded of having the fourteen-year-old's dick in his mouth earlier that
morning.  That thought and the sight of his naked sons innocently sucking
on each other's fingers as if it was the perfectly natural thing to do,
caused his penis to begin to lift up, and being totally naked, there was
nothing he could do to hide it.
     "Hey, Dad, your fingers an ero-whatchamacallit zone?"
     "No, but watching you boys sucking on each other's fingers is just as
erotic as being touched somewhere sensitive."
     "Yeah?  Cool."
     "You know what's even better than Kentucky Fried Chicken coated
fingers?" asked Bobby with a mischievous gleam in his eyes that his
brothers knew all very well.
     "What?" the three chorused eagerly.
     "KFC coated wiener," he said with a grin as he reached in the box.
Pealing the skin off one of the remaining pieces of chicken, he immediately
began rubbing Brent's dick with it.
     "Oh yeah!" his three brothers agreed, making a mad dash for some
chicken skin and grabbing the first dick in front of them.
     "Ahh, boys," began Barry as he felt a greasy strip of skin slide over
his growing cock.  "Ah, I don't think boys, really ," he protested as he
felt one of his sons wrap the skin around his now six-inch wiener and twist
it.
     "Hey, that's not my wiener, that's my fucking balls," objected Bobby.
     "So?" replied Brett.  "Haven't you heard of chicken balls?"
     "Oh yeah!" chorused the four boys as they grabbed each other's balls.
     "Boys, really, you should leave me out of this," Barry protested as he
felt someone's hot, greasy fingers rolling his balls in their loose sack.
     "Dad's right," Brett observed.
     "He is?" his brothers asked in surprise.
     "Yeah, we're chickens, he isn't."
     "Maybe he's no chicken, but he sure got the eggs," Brent observed and
his brothers giggled.
     "I'm going to need help with his humongous wiener," Benny observed.
     "I'll give you a hand!" his three brothers eagerly offered, and they
high-fived their greasy fingers before attacking their father.
     With his legs spread wide and his backside to his father as he bent
over to help his brothers, Brent left an opening Barry could not resist.
Reaching into the bucket and finding the last piece of chicken, Barry tore
off the skin and slipped his hand between his son's legs.  Cupping his
dangling testicles and penis, Barry wrapped the skin about them and began
to twist his wrist.  As he felt his son's cock swelling in his hand, his
own cock completed its rise.
     Finally disentangling, the boys sat back and with giggles and
snickers, fed each other and their father the chicken skins they'd been
rubbing over each other's pricks, which now were sticking up stiffly and
glistening above their greasy balls.  They glanced at each other, and then
at their dad's towering dick, and their eyes brightened as they all thought
the same thing.
     "Daisy Chain!" shouted Brent.
     "I get Dad's dick!" they all shouted as they made a lunge for their
father's cock.
     "Boys," Barry laughed, "you don't have to fight over it.  There is
enough there for all of you."
     "Oh fuck yeah," said Bobby.  He snuggled down on the bed and sticking
out his tongue, gave his dad's towering cock a hearty lick.  His three
brothers quickly joined him and propping himself up on his elbows, Barry
lay there and watched.  The boys eagerly licked his KFC- seasoned dick, and
slipped their soft, silky boy lips over his coated balls and hungrily
sucked on them.  Their smooth, soft cheeks became coated with the grease as
they nibbled and licked his nine-inch prong and nuzzled between his legs to
suck on his nuts.  As they progressed and his genitals became coated with
their spittle, the grease on their cheeks began to become mixed with each
other's drool.
     The heat of the boys' mouths on his nuts, their hot, moist tongues
lapping at his twitching cock, and the sight of their smooth, downy cheeks
streaked with spittle and grease as they attacked him was like nothing
Barry could have ever imagined.  With a mighty groan and a lunge of his
hips, he fountained, his cream spurting up in the air and falling back on
his cock where the boys lapped it up as it oozed down the shaft.
     "Mmmm, mmm," sighed Brett, his lips coated with his dad's sperm,
"HFC!"
     "HFC?" his brothers asked.
     "Hot Father Cum," he said with a wide grin, and his brothers rolled
over with laughter.
     Having finished with their father, they glanced at each other and for
a tense moment there was total silence.
     "Brent!" called out his twin brother, and the three boys toppled their
brother over on his back and attacked the glistening five-and-a-quarter
inch teenage cock pointing up at the ceiling.
     His face flushed and his eyes glazed from his violent ejaculation,
Barry watched his sons devouring their brother's coated genitals like three
puppies after a bone.  Their zeal and carefree innocence reminded him of
when he was a kid and cock fun was nothing more than a game and an
opportunity for plain, unabashed physical pleasure, and he wished he could
be a kid again.  He glanced over at his fourteen-year-old son spread out on
his back beside him.
  Their eyes met and Barry broke into a wide grin at the silent invitation.
He quickly slide down on the bed and nuzzled in between his sons like an
overgrown puppy.
     Sticking out his tongue and running it up the length of his
fourteen-year-old son's coated bone, he savoured the unique flavour of KFC
and teenage cock.  His mouth instantly filled with drool and he quickly
licked his son's delicious, twitching cock again.  When Brent came with a
loud groan, his father lapped up his teenage cum just as eagerly as his
three brothers.
     The four then turned on Bobby, and the ten-year-old happily spread his
legs wide and let his father and brothers lick and suck him to a dry
orgasm.  By the time they started on Brett, Barry's cheeks were coated with
grease, spittle and cum just like his sons.  He licked at his boy's cock
and slipped his spicy eggs in his mouth and sucked on them eagerly.  For
half an hour he was a kid again, unabashedly enjoying bringing off each of
his sons just as thirty years ago he'd enjoyed messing around with his
buddies.  As he watched Benny's little, hairless nuts draw up to the base
of his young cocklet and pump out the third load of his young life, Barry
rejoiced with him.  Scooping up a long streamer of his boy juice, he fed it
to his twelve-year-old boy as if he was feeding him his first taste of
honey fresh from the honeycomb.  In a way, he was.
     Wet cheeked and with pounding hearts, they sprawled out on the bed and
caught their breaths.  Barry's conscience, the product of years of
brainwashing and archaic moral teaching, tried to reason with him, and he
knew he'd have to come to terms with it sooner or later, but for the
moment, he chose later.
     Brett suddenly sat up.  "Hey, we forgot to give Dad his presents!"
     "You already gave me the ties," Barry said.  "In fact two are still
tied around my ankles."
     "Naw, not those ones," Brett replied, "we got better ones."
     "Yeah, you just wait and see!  They're fuckin' awesome!" announced
Bobby as he too sat up, his eyes sparkling with eagerness.
     "Be right back," the boys said excitedly as they leaped to their feet
and dashed out of the room.
     Barry marvelled at their energy.  They never seemed to be able to stay
still for more than five minutes.  As he lay back, he wondered what was
coming next.  This was one unusual Father's Day!
     The boys came dashing back in no time and leaped on the bed, causing
it to creak ominously.  Barry slowly sat up and glanced at the circle of
naked boys, each holding his present and looking at him expectantly.  Barry
recalled the first time he'd boughten gifts for his parents without any
help, and how proud he'd felt the moment he'd presented them, and how
frightened he was that they might not like his choice.  From the appearance
of the gifts, the boys evidently had wrapped these themselves also, and he
had a good idea just how excited and how apprehensive they were feeling.
Spotting the empty Pepsi bottle on the bed, Barry picked it up and spun it.
It was an old trick he'd used at the boys' birthday parties to decide who
would present their gift first so the host did not have to be concerned
about offending someone by picking one guest over another.  The bottle
ended up pointing at Benny.
     "You're gonna love this one," said Benny, handing him a small
rectangular present.  It had so much tape around it that it took Barry a
good five minutes to get it open.  Despite everything they had done that
day, the twelve pack of ribbed condoms was the last thing he expected from
his twelve-year-old son.  He stared at it, not having a clue what to say.
     "Bet Mom'll really like those," observed Brent.
     "Oh, yeah," agreed Benny.  "They feel awesome inside you."
     "They do?" asked Barry and his three sons with surprise.
     "Ah, I mean, I bet they would feel good inside you, if you were a
woman that is.  You know, with those bumps and stuff, they got to feel
awesome."
     "Oh yeah, I bet they would," agreed Brent.
     "Oh yeah, good guess, Benny," said Brett in support.
     "Told ya Benny was a good guesser," added Bobby.
     "Com'on, spin again, Dad."
     "Yeah, com'on, Dad."
     As Barry slowly spun the bottle, he thought about Benny's comment, and
wondered if the boy didn't really know more than he was letting on.  As
soon as the thought entered his mind he reprimanded himself the boy was
only twelve for heaven's sake.  It had to have been a guess. As the bottle
began to slow down, he wondered now, with more than just a little
trepidation, just what presents his other three sons had.  Brent handed him
a long, tubular package and watched his father with eager anticipation as
he slowly struggled with the tape.
     "Com'on, open it up," Brent urged as Barry stared at the carton.
     "Yeah, com'on, Dad," urged his other three sons.
     Barry slowly opened the end of the container and removed the present.
     "Awesome, huh?" Brent asked.
     "Yeah, really," replied Barry, not knowing what else he could say as
he stared at the flesh-coloured, seven-inch anal dildo.
     "Its got a convenient five-inch handle for maximum control of orgasmic
thrusts," observed Brent, reading from the box.  "And it's made out of
flexible, supple latex."
     "Backdoor Buddy, that's funny," giggled Bobby, reading the title on
the box.
     "You can share it with Mom," Brent continued reading as if making a
sales pitch.  "It says right here, 'man's best butt-buddy, and women too'."
     "Bet Mom'll like it," observed Bobby.
     "Oh yeah, it feels . . .  ah, that is, I bet it feels, ah," said Benny
in a fluster.
     "What's this mean, contoured for delicious rectal stimulation?" asked
Brett, reading from the paper that had fallen out of the box in an attempt
to cover for his brother.
     "You want to demonstrate it for us, Dad?" Brent asked, also quickly
coming to his brother's aid.
     "Oh yeah, show us how to use it, Dad," urged Bobby, in part to add his
support but also because he eager to see how it was used.  "It would be
wicked to see it stuck up your asshole!"
     "Ah, well, not now," Barry said, turning a bright red as he grabbed
the paper from Brett's hand and stuck the dildo back in the box.  "I should
really open your other gifts."
     Considering the boys' first two gifts, that was the last thing he
wanted to do.  Well, actually, the second last thing.  The last thing he
wanted to do was demonstrate the dildo for his sons.  Barry tried not to
show his apprehension as he took Brett's gift, nor his embarrassment as his
sons urged him to show them the contents of the box, a silicone masturbator
called the Deep Throater.
     "Just perfect, huh, Dad?" he asked.
     "Ah, perfect?"
     "You said you sometimes still masturbate.  Now you can really have a
good time."
     "Ah, yeah," Barry replied hesitantly.
     "Just listen to this," Brett said, reading from the box, "this
super-stretchy purple silicone sleeve opens up to swallow your throbbing
member whole.  Its moulded lips and tongue and hundreds of internal
ticklers provide added pleasure!"
     Expecting a comment, they all looked at Benny.  "What?" he asked,
looking back at them innocently.
     "Now when your meeting at the office is boring, you can slip that on
and really have a good time," observed Bobby.
     "That would be wicked," agreed his brothers with a chuckle, and their
father had to agree.
     Bobby handed his dad his gift, by which time his father was prepared
for anything.  Even so, the gift of three tubes of flavoured lube from his
youngest son did come as a surprise.
     "I got ya three different flavours, Dad," he announced proudly.
"Cherry, passion fruit, and Strawberry."
     "Awesome," observed his brothers.
     "Yeah," Bobby said with a grin.  "After a hot fuck you can have a
tasty snack.  Cool, huh?"
     Barry was speechless as he stared at the three tubes of Hot Motion
Lotion.
     "And this is from all of us," announced Brent, handing his dad a large
box.
     To Barry's surprise, it was a giant box of assorted chocolates.  He
opened it up and they all eagerly sampled several.
     "So, you like our special presents?" Bobby asked.
     "Ah, well, those really are special gifts," Barry said, trying to find
the right words to say what he wanted to say.  "Where did you ever find
them?  And what made you think of such things?"
     The three boys all turned to Brett, the one who usually managed to get
them out of awkward situations like that one.
     "Ah, well, we, ah ," he stumbled.
     "Heard some guys talking at school," Benny said, using a standard
excuse of his.
     "Yeah, high school guys," said Brett quickly.
     "Yeah, way old guys," added Bobby, eager to help.  His brothers all
looked at him.  "Well, old for me," Bobby observed.
     "Anyway, they was talking about this stuff and it sounded sortta cool
and we sortta thought you might like it."
     "Yeah, on account we know you like sex and stuff," Bobby explained.
     "Well, we figured you do," quickly added Benny, "being so, well, so
. .  . "  He desperately glanced at his brothers for help.
     "Sexy," suggested Brent.
     "Macho," said Brett.
     "Yeah, you're real that," said Bobby, not having a clue what it meant.
     "So, we gonna continue our project or what?" asked Benny, hoping to
steer the conversation away from the present topic.
     "Oh yeah!" his three brothers shouted with exceptional eagerness.
     "So what's another one of those zone things?" Benny asked.
     "Where'd we put that magazine?"
     "I didn't have it last," Bobby said defensively.
     "Here it is," Brent announced, retrieving it from the floor.  Finding
the article again, he quickly glanced through it.  "It says here one is a
person's anus."
     "Oh yeah," said Benny with a sigh, "a guy's anus is rea, rea ah,
really?  A guy's anus?  Wow, who'd think that?  Wow, I'd never have guessed
that!"
     "Hey, Brent.  Looks like Dad gets to use your present first," observed
Bobby, a combination of eagerness and delight in his young voice.
     "Naw, that's for a guy's rectum, not his anus."
     "Oh," said Bobby with disappointment.  "So, how are we supposed to do
it then?"
     "This way," said Brent, showing the boys the picture, and they all
giggled and glanced over at their dad.
     "What the fuck is that thing he's holding against his bumhole?" asked
Bobby.
     "It says it's a vibrator."
     "What's that?"
     "Something that vibrates, dough head."
     "We don't have nothing like that."
     "Yes we do," said Brett with a grin.  "You guys tie up Dad and I'll be
right back!"
     "Ah, boys, you know maybe this project isn't such a good idea," Barry
began as his three sons approached the bed.  "You know, it's getting a bit
complicated," he continued as they had him lay back and retied his wrists.
"Really, boys, you know when it comes to your science fair projects I'm
always behind you . . .," he continued as the boys untied the ties at the
foot of the bed.  They raised his butt in the air by raising his legs over
his head and tying his ankles to the headboard.
     "Now your behind's in front of us," Bobby observed and his two
brothers giggled.
     Brett returned at that moment, carrying his father's electric
toothbrush, a Braun oral b, with a circular brush head that rotated at a
remarkably high rate of speed when turned on.  Brent and Benny pulled apart
their dad's ass cheeks, revealing and stretching open his anal sphincter.
Kneeling behind his father, Brett pressed the fully charged electric brush
against his father's exposed anus.
     "Ah, boys, I don't think that's such a good ."
     Barry was abruptly interrupted as Brett turned on the electric
toothbrush and the stiff bristles began to rapidly whirr against his anal
pucker.  The thrill it sent through his anus went right up to his cock,
causing it to begin to swell immediately.
     "Hey, its working already!"
     "Who's got the watch?"
     "Oh fuck, I forgot we got to time this."
     "Hey turn that off til we find the fucking watch."
     "I got it."
     "Great."
     Barry tugged against his bonds as hard as he could, pulling with the
desperation of a tortured man.  The stiff bristles of the brush head
whirled round and round, sending shivers up his sensitive butthole, which
in turn caused his dick to begin to swell.  It was an awesome feeling
having the circular brush, no larger than the nail of his pinky whirring
against anus, and when Brett pressed forward and slipped it into his anus,
he flexed his muscles in a desperate attempt to draw away from the rapidly
spinning intruder.
     "Hey, Dad's getting hard even faster than when we messed around with
his tits and his thighs."
     "Awesome!"
     "Here, you try," Brett offered, handing the brush to one of his
brothers.
     "Lookit his dick grow!"
     "Rising up in the air like the bean stock from Jack's magic beans,"
Benny observed and his three brothers giggled over the idea.
     "Well, Dad's sure got a cock the size of a giant," observed Bobby and
his three brothers all readily agreed.
     Barry pulled even harder on his bonds as the brush switched hands
again, but all he did was tighten the knots.  The brush whirred against his
sensitive hole relentlessly and the erotic sensation rippling through his
anus resulted in a pleasure not unlike that which accompanies defecation.
Barry opened and closed his anal muscle as the electric brush played over
it and Brent giggled and observed that his dad was winking at him, causing
his brothers to giggle with the idea and causing the fourteen-year-old boy
to play the brush over his father's butthole erratically.  He turned their
instrument of torture over to his youngest brother, who brought his dad to
full erection.
     "Wow, that's the fastest yet!"
     "Next errygenous zone we try should be Dad's gums," suggested Bobby.
     "Using his electric brush?"
     "Course," Bobby giggled.
     "Ewwww," responded his brothers together and they all broke out into
hysterical giggles.
     "You really liked having your bumhole brushed, huh Dad?" asked Benny
curiously.
     "I got something better than a toothbrush to rub it with," said Brent,
looking down at his bound dad with a smile as he squeezed his hard dick.
Stimulating his dad's hairy pucker with the toothbrush and watching his
humongous dick grow had given the teenager a boner.
     "And it comes with something better than toothpaste," said Brett, and
the four brothers laughed and high fived.
     "Well, three of us," observed Brent, and Benny grinned proudly now he
was included with them.
     "That's cuz Bobby's is more like the size of a tooth pick than a
toothbrush," observed Brett.
     The boys laughed as Bobby made a face at them.  Kneeling behind his
father, Brett pressed the tip of his young stiff cock against his father's
ass.  Feeling his hot knob pressing against his butthole, Barry readily
opened up to him.  His irritated anus was itching to have something inside
it, and the thought of a teenage cock slipping inside him, not just any
teenage cock but his own son's, was so erotic he ached to be penetrated.
He thought back to when he had been that age and had experimented with anal
sex, and how wonderful it had been to sink his cock in the hot, moist
cavity of his buddy, and how awesome it had been feeling his buddy's cock
stuffing him.  Now with his years of experience, he opened his anus and
pushed out with his stomach muscles, making his son's penetration almost
effortless.
     As Brett worked his hips to and fro, Barry lay there with a mixture of
emotions.  He was being fucked by his son, and not only that, the boy was
only fourteen, a grade nine student!  One of his favourite masturbatory
fantasies was being bound and raped by a young teenager, and he had in fact
imagined that teenager being one of his boys on more than one occasion.  It
had been a particularly hot fantasy of his, and he never failed to blow a
tremendous wad.  One reason it was so hot was that it was one of society's
biggest taboos, a double whammy in fact, pedophilia and incest combined.
Another reason it had been so hot was because it was total fantasy,
something that he thought would never happen.
     So, to be laying there on his bed, totally naked with his arms spread
and tied to the headboard and his legs raised above his head and his ankles
tied to his wrists, with his Father's Day present ties none the less, while
his naked fourteen-year-old son fucked his ass was his wildest dream come
true.  He could not believe it was happening, and he could not believe how
incredibly horny he felt.  To be perfectly honest, he felt hotter that
moment than he had on his wedding night.
     His mind tried to tell him that what was happening was wrong, but his
body kept insisting that it was wonderful, and a voice kept reminding him
that it was wrong only because ignorant and limited minds said it was so.
That was the same voice that had among other things urged him to go ahead
and jack off when he'd been a teenager, to experiment with his buddies, to
have sex with a girl even though they were not married, and to remember to
treat his boys more openly than when he'd been their age.  So far the voice
had never been wrong.
     He could not tell his son to stop, nor tell him what they were doing
was wrong.  He'd be a hypocrite, because deep down inside he did not want
to stop and he did not believe it was wrong.  He hadn't felt it was wrong
when he and his brother James had done this, so why should he now with his
son?
     Brett's heavy breathing interrupted his thoughts, and as he looked up
between his raised legs at his fourteen-year-old son humping his ass, his
long, blond hair swaying to and fro in the air as he worked his hips back
and forth, his rosy lips parted and his eyes closed in pure pleasure, all
doubt disappeared.  Anything that brought a boy such pleasure had to be
right, and there was no doubt of his son's pleasure.  He studied Brett's
face as he felt the boy's young, five-inch cock working in and out of his
body.  His pleasure was so intense.  The trim, hundred-and-nine pound youth
threw back his head and clenched his eyes as he thrust his hips forward,
and Barry knew the whimper of sweet-pain was because the boy was climaxing.
His fourteen-year-old son was shooting his seed deep inside his body.  A
pendant of pre-cum hung from Barry's swinging cock.
     Brett was quickly followed by his twin brother, who used his dad's
pre-cum for lube.  This time Barry gave the blond teenager humping his ass
his fullest attention, delighting in the youth's flushed, downy cheeks, in
the way his long, blond eyelashes fluttered as he concentrated on the
pleasure pulsating through his young stiff cock, and on the way his rosy
lips parted as he sighed with pleasure as he worked his cock in and out of
his dad's asshole.  Youth had no difficulty displaying emotion, and the
boy's openness and evident delight was refreshing.  Squeezing and relaxing
his anal muscles in time with the boy's thrusts and withdraws, Barry was
delighted to see the boy smile in recognition that his dad was working with
him.  It was not something you would ever read in a parenting book, but
there could be no more intimate bonding than that.  As the boy deposited
his teenage seed with his twin brother's, Barry quivered and groaned with
just as much ecstasy and more pre-cum oozed out of his cock.
     "So, you enjoying this, Dad?" asked Benny as he appeared above his
dad.
     "Oh yeah," replied Barry as he looked up at the flushed, excited face
of the twelve-year- old, his hazel eyes sparkling with eagerness and sexual
arousal.  "It's wicked."  Benny's face broke into a wide, toothy grin as
only a boy's face can.
     "You're so fucking cool, Dad," he said with all the sincerity and love
that a twelve-year- old can.
     Like his brother, Benny flicked up the pre-cum dripping from his dad's
dick and smeared it over his dickhead.  He had no difficulty easing his
four-inch bone into his father's rectum, and as he began to ease it in and
out of his father, he saw his dad smile and he knew that even though he was
not as big as his older brothers, he was bringing his dad pleasure, and
that gave him an even greater pleasure than the tingling sensation between
his legs was bringing him.  All boys want to please their dad if they truly
love him, and what greater pleasure can a boy give than this ultimate
expression of love between two males.
     Of course this was not the first time he'd fucked ass, but it was the
best time.  As he worked his little cocklet in and out of his dad's hot,
moist chamber, he felt his dad's asshole grasping and releasing his cock in
time with his movements.  When some of the guys he and his brother's had
forced into having sex with them had done that he knew it was a purely
physical response, but with his dad he knew he was doing it on purpose.
That was so wicked he was shooting his young cum up his father's hole far
sooner than he would normally have come.
     "You having a good Father's Day so far, Dad?" asked Bobby as he
grinned down at his bound, naked father.
     "The best," Barry replied, smiling up at his youngest boy in a lustful
daze.
     "Fuckin' cool," Bobby replied, and the vulgarity uttered by his sweet
boy lips and the look of pure lust in his sparkling eyes, contrasting with
the innocence of the ten-year-old's cherubic face, caused Barry's cock to
twitch.  "I love the way your monster cock wags its head," the
smooth-cheeked youngster said admiringly, causing his father's heart to
melt and his cock to twitch.
     As Barry felt the slender, three-inch cocklet ease into his rectum,
the forty-three-year-old became a kid again, enjoying the pure excitement
of having sex for no other reason than the fact that he was having sex.  He
recalled the wonder and immense pleasure of having a stiff cock when he was
a prepubescent boy and young teenager, and the delightful hours he and his
buddies had spent comparing sizes and functioning and exploring the
mysteries of sex.  The pleasure of being a boy and having a cock is not
something that can ever be explained to someone of the opposite sex, and is
something that bonds all men together.
     Bobby was delighting in being a boy and having a cock at that very
moment, and those were joys he'd known now for several years, thanks to his
older brothers.  To the ten-year-old, sharing that mystery and delight with
a buddy or with his forty-three-year-old father was all the same.  It was
not long before the young boy began to tremble with his climax, and the
thought of such a young boy knowing and enjoying the pleasure of orgasm
brought Barry over the edge.  He sighed with pleasure as his huge, thick
cock jerked wildly and his man seed erupted out of the opening.  It flew in
all directions as his throbbing cock waved in the air, spattering his naked
body with ropes of thick, white cum, his fourth load of the day.
     "Way to fucking go, Dad!" exclaimed Benny.
     "Yeah," agreed his two older brothers.
     "You fucked the cum out of him, Bobby," Brett observed, and the three
watching brothers giggled.
     Bobby just grinned with pride and satisfaction as he drew his little
cocklet out of his dad's ass.  The boys untied his ankles so he could lay
flat on his back.
     "Now we know how you got such a hairy chest and stomach," Brett said
with a wide grin as he ran a finger through the gob of cum clinging to his
dad's thick chest hair.
     "But what I don't get, is how you were able to get such a hairy butt,"
Bobby observed as he spread out the streamer across his dad's stomach, and
they all laughed, including Barry.
     "Here, Bobby, to speed up yours," said Benny as he scooped up a gob of
his dad's cum and spread it over his youngest brother's warm, naked
backside.
     Bobby responded by scooping up another glob and with a quick motion,
smeared it over his brother's upper lip.  "You always said you thought
you'd look cool with a moustache."
     Barry smiled with blissful content as he watched his boys playing with
his cum as most fathers would watch their boys splashing about in a
swimming pool.  It was a strange but wonderful feeling.  They snuggled up
around him, faces, chests, pubes, naked butts and fingers sticky with their
dad's cum.
     "So what should we do next?"
     "I dunno, what do you want to do, Dad?  This is your day."
     "Well," said Barry with an amused grin, "actually when I went to bed
last night I was thinking we might go to the zoo, not spend the day, well,
doing what we've been doing."
     "The zoo would be awesome!"
     "Oh yeah, wicked."
     "We can still go can't we?" Bobby asked excitedly.
     "Of course," Barry said with a grin.  How the boys could jump from a
hot B and D session to a trip to the zoo in seconds and see both with the
same enthusiasm was the charm of being young.  Everything was exciting and
fun, and it made Barry feel young too.
     In thinking about the things he and the boys could do together while
his wife was gone, he knew the zoo would be readily agreed upon.  It was
one of the boys' favourite places to go, and one of his.  He thought about
that as he washed up, and realized, to his pleasure, that there were quite
a few things he and his sons had in common.  Half an hour later the
Brewster station wagon was heading across town to the merry tune of
"ninety-nine bottles of root beer on the wall" and a lot of laugher.  They
headed straight to the elephant compound to see Brent's favourite animal.
They watched the great beasts lumbering around the simulated savanna and
sucking up water from the artificial creek and hosing each other to keep
cool.
     "Awesome aren't they!" exclaimed Brent.
     "They sure are."
     "It'd be awesome to have a you know what like them," Brett observed,
and they all giggled and they stood there silently with that thought,
including their father.
     "Hey Dad, you know how to make an elephant fly?" asked Benny.
          "I have no idea."  "Well, you start with a three-foot
zipper. . . . "
     The boys all giggled, and Barry had to laugh.
     "Why do elephants wear blue tennis shoes?" Brent asked.
          "Why?" responded his father.  "Because the white ones get dirty
too fast."
     "How can you tell when there is an elephant in your refrigerator?"
          "I have no idea."  "There's blue tennis shoes in front of the
door!" the four boys chorused.
     "How can you tell when an elephant is getting ready to charge?" their
father asked.  The boys looked at each other and shook their heads.  "He
asks if you accept Visa," Barry responded, and the boys toppled over with
laughter.
     "You know why won't they allow elephants in public swimming pools?"
asked Benny.
          "No," his dad responded.  "Because they might let down their
trunks," Benny responded with a giggle.
     "Why do elephants paint their toenails red, green and orange?" Brett
asked, a dozen elephant jokes later.
     "So they can hide in Smartie boxes," Barry replied as he tried to
think of more of the jokes.  Elephant jokes had been popular when he was a
kid thirty years ago!
     "Why do elephants paint their balls red?"
          Barry looked at Benny in surprise.  "To hide in cherry trees,"
his three brothers chorused.
     "How did Tarzan die?" Brent asked, the boys getting into a roll.
     "Picking cherries," his brothers all giggled.
     "Ah, boys, not so loud."
     "What do you get when you cross an elephant with a rat?"
     "A dead rat with an eighteen-inch asshole!" came the group response.
     "Boys!" their father responded as several adults nearby glanced over
in their direction.
     "What did the elephant say when I raised its tail, Dad?" Bobby asked.
     "Not here, Bobby," his father whispered as he glanced uncomfortably
around him.
     "That's right!" his sons shouted, and they collapsed on the ground
with laughter.
     Barry had to chuckle.  The little squirts had set him up but good for
that one.  He had to admire their wit, and could not help thinking that it
had to be an inherited trait.
     "Why do elephants wear springs on their feet?"
          Barry looked at his boys blankly as he wished his boys did not
speak so loudly.
     "So they can jump up in trees and rape the monkeys," they responded,
rolling over with laughter.
     "Ah, boys, really, now ."
     "What sound do monkeys hate most?"
     "Booooiiiiiinnnngggg . . . Booooiiiiiinnnngggg . . .
Booooiiiiiinnnngggg . . .," his sons responded before he had a chance to
say anything.
     "What do you say we go see the monkeys," Barry suggested with more
than a hint of hopefulness in his voice.  Several adults were glaring at
them, something he was acutely aware of but, being typical boys, that his
sons were oblivious to.
     "Oh yeah," said Bobby excitedly, as Barry had hoped knowing that
monkeys were his youngest son's favorite animals.
     "Bobby can really relate to them," observed Brent as they headed away
from the elephant compound, much to Barry's relief.
     "That's cuz he is related to them," said Brett and the three brothers
all giggled.
     "Oh yeah, well, if I'm related to them, what does that make you,
BROTHER?"
     "Jeez, Dad, haven't you told Bobby he's adopted yet?" asked Brett,
wrinkling up his nose and his voice sharp with annoyance just as they
passed a group of elderly matrons.
     "He isn't, really," Barry found himself explaining as the boys
continued on.
     "Booooiiiiiinnnngggg . . . Booooiiiiiinnnngggg . . .
Booooiiiiiinnnngggg . . . ," they chorused, drawing everyone's attention to
them as they giggled and bounced down the lane.
     "You boys don't know any monkey jokes, do you?" Barry asked
cautiously.
     "What was the cause of the piercing scream in the jungle?"
     Barry looked at Brett, afraid to ask.
     "Monkeys eating cherries," he replied with a giggle, and his brothers
all laughed.
     It took Barry a moment to catch on.  "Any others?"
     "Nope."
     "Good."
     Despite it being a hot afternoon, the monkeys were active, much to the
delight of the boys and the other visitors.  They stood there watching them
swinging from the branches and chasing each other around.  Bobby soon
struck up a relationship with a cute capuchin with a long sandy- colored
moustache.  The monkey stuck out its tongue, and so did Bobby.  Bobby
rubbed his nose, and so did the monkey.  The monkey raised an arm and
scratched its pit, and so did Bobby.  It reached down scratched between its
legs, and a moment later a bright red, slender organ appeared out of its
hairy sac.  The monkey sat there staring at the audience with its large,
unblinking eyes as it stroked itself.  Moms hurriedly ushered bewildered
but curious children off to other sites, a few of the older zoo patrons
'tsk-tsked' and commented about how the zoo keepers should not allow such
things, and a few older teens snickered while at least one turned red with
guilt.  Bobby slowly reached down.
     "Bobby!"
     "Well, he started it," Bobby protested, withdrawing his hand.
     "Where would you boys like to go next?"
     "The snake house!" Benny replied, choosing his favorite place.
     "Oh yeah," agreed his three brothers, and off the four boys raced with
their father hurrying after them.
     "Can we have some popcorn and a slush first?"
     "Sure," Barry replied, in need for some nourishment himself.
     For the next forty minutes they went from display to display,
marveling at the diversity and the sizes of some of the snakes.  It was
approaching four and they happened upon the zoo keeper feeding one of the
snakes live mice.  Everyone watched in amazement as it suddenly struck the
mouse and proceeded to swallow it.
     "Hey, look at it wolfing it down!"
     "Fuc-, fuc-, for crying out loud," Bobby responded, almost forgetting
himself.
     "Just like Brent at McDonald's," observed Benny, and the three
brothers laughed and high-fived.
     "Your brother's got a hollow leg," Barry said, "sometimes I think two
of them."
     "Actually more than that," said Bobby, "he's also got a big fat hollow
."
     "Bobby!" his father warned.
     "Head," Bobby finished.
     Brent stuck his tongue out at his brother as his father sighed with
relief.  That was not the part of anatomy he thought his youngest was
thinking of.
     "Hey, I thought of another elephant joke," said Brent.  "What do
elephants use for condoms?"
     "Snakes," his brothers chorused.
     "Can we go see the lions now?" asked Brett.
     "Of course," Barry replied, thankful for the excuse to herd his boys
away from those who'd heard the last elephant joke.
     "Lions are cool," observed Brent.
     "Yeah, the coolest," agreed Brett.
     "King of the beasts," observed Benny.
     "Oh, I just can't wait to be king," sang out Bobby from the Disney
movie, "The Lion King" and he and his brothers broke out into chorus as
they looped arms and danced down the road.

                  I'm gonna be the mane event,
                    Like no king was before.
                I'm brushing up on looking down,
                    I'm working on my roar.
              The fauna and the flora gonna swing,
               Oh, I just can't wait to be king.

                     No one saying do this,
                    No one saying be there,
                    No one saying stop that,
                    No one saying see here.
                   Free to run around all day
                 I'll be free to do it my way!

     The four good-looking boys, the blond-haired twins with their long,
flowing locks contrasting with the dark handsome looks of their two younger
brothers, caught everyone's attention.  The boyish but deeper voices of the
twins blended in with the high tones of their younger brothers perfectly.
Everyone smiled as they passed, a sharp contrast from the looks they'd been
getting at the elephant compound, and Barry was tempted to point his thumb
at himself and claim ownership.  The boys quickly went on to their
favorite, "Hakuna Matata"

                  When he was a young warthog
          He found his aroma lacked a certain appeal,
         He could clear the savannah after ev'ry meal.
       I'm a sensitive soul though I seem thick-skinned,
       And it hurt that my friends never stood downwind.

                         Hakuna Matata!
               Hakuna . . .  it means no worries
                   For the rest of your days,
               It's our problem-free philosophy.

     To Barry's relief, the visit to the lion compound was uneventful as
far as questionable behaviour or comments and they spent the last half hour
admiring the graceful, muscular beasts.
     "You boys hungry?"
     "Oh yeah!"
     "Where would you like to go?"
     "Pizza Hut!" they called, not only because it was one of their
favourites, but because they knew it was one of their dad's.  Ordering a
large super supreme and Pepsi for everyone, they eagerly dug into their
meal, and in the absence of their mother they did not have to worry about
being neat or proper.  Bobby was the first to erupt with a particularly
loud burp which attracted the attention of those around him.
     "That was particularly well-brought up," observed Brent.
     "Too bad Bobby wasn't," Benny and Brett chorused with him.
     "That's because he's adopted," Barry said, and the four boys
practically fell off their chairs with laughter.
     "It's the Italian sausage," Bobby observed.
     "He does the same after Scottish-American sausage," observed Benny.
     "Scottish-American sausage?" asked Barry.
     "Yeah.  You should hear him burp after blowing Brent and Brett," the
twelve-year-old said with an impish grin.
     The boys all laughed, and when Bobby burped again, they all laughed
louder, leaving their father sitting there wondering if Benny was pulling
his leg or not.  Despite having had a very busy and full morning and
afternoon, the boys were particularly hyper.  So far this had been a wicked
day, and they had all evening yet!  Barry had to admit that he was not the
least bit tired either despite the hectic pace of keeping up with the boys,
and with just keeping it up along with his boys he thought with a sly
smile.  In that regard, he hadn't had so much fun since he'd been a boy. On
the way home they stopped at the mall and bought a huge Black Forrest
chocolate cake for later.  Barry was not the only Brewster who had a sweet
tooth.