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 third 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 Three: Evening

     "So, whatcha wanna do now for Father's Day, Dad?" Brent asked as they
piled out of the station wagon.
     "After all that pizza, I think I'm going to need some exercise to get
rid of a few pounds."
     "Cool.  Let's shoot some baskets!"
     Barry had been a star basketball player in his high school and college
years and was especially pleased that his boys all liked the sport too.  It
was just one more thing he and his boys had in common.  He was particularly
proud that the twins' team had won the junior high zone tournament back in
April, something he had bragged about to all his colleagues at work for the
rest of the month.  A game of skirmish with his boys would make the perfect
ending of a perfect day.  So, he got out the basketball and they all
changed into their T shirts, shorts and runners.  It was still early and a
warm evening, and the boys played an active game.
     "Ta-da, and another basket!" cried out Brent and the twins high fived.
Having the advantage of height and training, they were playing against
their Dad and younger two brothers, who had the advantage of an extra
player and their father's height and strength.  It was a good division, and
each side matched the other basket for basket, which made it all the more
interesting.
     "Well, boys, I think that's enough for this old man.  I'm sure I've
sweated off all that pizza, and then some," Barry announced, leaning
against the garage door to catch his breath.  The back and the V in the
front of his tan T were dark with sweat, and he noticed the shirts of his
four boys were stained also.  Bobby and Benny were wearing white cotton,
short-sleeved shirts and bright red nylon shorts with white racing stripes,
and the twins were wearing sleeveless muscle shirts and green shorts with a
black stripe.  Their muscles were glistening with sweat, and they and their
younger brothers looked so sexy.
     "Hot, sweating guys are so sexy," Benny observed with a sigh, shocking
his father that he was having the identical thought.  "Just thinking about
them gets me horny."
     "Everything gets you horny," chided his younger brother.
     "Oh yeah," chimed in Brent, "waking up in the morning, your pillow,
the smell of frying bacon . . . "
     "Dogs and cats, mosquito bites, cream of broccoli soup," continued
Brett.
     "Popsicles and lollipops and Brussel sprouts," sang Bobby.
     "These are just a few of his most favourite things," chorused the
three boys as they put their arms about each other.
     "Yeah, well, I can't help it, I'm young," Benny said.  "Joke all you
want.  I still say hot sweaty guys really turn me on."
     "Then you must really have the hots right now," observed Brett as he
wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.
     "Sure do," responded Benny, making a grab for his older brother's
balls.
     That of course resulted in a free for all with the four boys turning
the basketball game into a game of grabass and crotchya.  It was Brett who
made the daring move and grabbed his dad's large, firm butt, and his twin
brother quickly followed by groping his dad's sweaty crotch. Even soft his
huge sausage was a thrilling feel, and Brent was quickly followed by his
three brothers.  Getting caught up in the boyish game and feeling like a
kid again himself, Barry reciprocated, grabbing one youngster's butt and
then another.  The feel and sight of their compact little butts in their
nylon shorts started to get him horny, and in his excitement he dared to
grab one of the twins between the legs.  That was a mistake.  The feel of
the boy's hot, damp crotch and his warm, semierect penis caused Barry's
dick to begin to swell at a phenomenal rate, something which the boys
quickly noticed, and something they took advantage of.  The game of
crotchya quickly became a game of getting dad a boner.  Sweat was soon
pouring down the ribs and arms of all five as Barry unsuccessfully tried to
fight off the four giggling, groping boys.
     Manoeuvring their dad off the driveway, the boys wrestled him to the
ground and he found four squirming, scrambling youngsters grabbing and
rubbing his bone through his tan Nike shorts and slipping their hands up
his large short sleeves to tickle his sweaty armpits.  He laughed as two of
the boys fingered his pit, causing them to tickle all the more.
     "Hey, let's go in the house," suggested Brett.
     Figuring the boys had had enough and were eager for something cold to
drink, or some ice cream, Barry followed them into the house.  What he
didn't notice were the glances and signals among the four boys.  It was not
until they crowded around him and headed down the hall toward his bedroom
instead of heading to the kitchen that he realized they had something else
in mind.
     "Ah, boys . . . "
     "Yeah?"
     "What are you doing?"
     "We're gonna continue our project," the boys responded matter-of-
factly.
     Entering the bedroom, the four boys immediately turned on their
father.
  Even if he had wanted to, Barry would not have been able to fight four
hot, randy boys eager for some fresh cock fun.  As it was, he really did
not feel compelled to do more than put up a token resistance.  He was just
as eager for some fun as were his sons.  The boys soon had their
forty-three-year-old father stripped and tied spread-eagled on his bed once
again with his feet over his head and his butt in the air.
     "What are you boys planning on doing," he asked, not exactly with
trepidation, though knowing what he did about his boys, he should have had
at least some fear.
     The boys glanced at each other.  "Tickle time!" they shouted with wide
grins as they leaped on the bed.
     While Brent began to tickle his father's left armpit, Benny grabbed
one of the paint brushes they used earlier and swirled it in Barry's other
sweaty pit.  He let out a whoop of laughter and pulled on his bonds even
though he already knew the boys would have tied him securely.  Bobby
quickly joined Brent and began to stroke the underside of his father's
forearm with a brush while Brett began to tickle his right forearm.  Barry
howled with laughter and twisted and turned, causing his already flushed
body to begin perspiring all the more.  Of course the boys, squirming and
wiggling with excitement, began to sweat also.  The hotter they got the
more vicious they became with their tickling and the more their father
howled, which only incited them on.
     "Ohhhh, ahahahaooooh, bohohohooooys!" he howled.  "Pleeeese,
stohohoooop!"
     "What do you think guys, was that louder than the belly button?"
     "Naw, but it was louder than his ribs."
     "Right," the others agreed.
     "So, we gonna write this up on the poster?"
     "We gotta find an erogenous zone to check out first," said Brent.
"I'm so horny I feel like I'm going to explode."
     "Uh, oh," said Bobby, with mock fear, "hot boy cannon loaded and about
to fire!"
     "Gotta get it uncovered first," said Brent as he pushed down his
shorts along with his black, cotton knit Calvin Klein boxer briefs.
"Anyone want to smell a hot, sweaty crotch?"
     "You bet," said Bobby as he grabbed the boxer briefs out of Brent's
hand and stuck his face in them.  "Mmmm, mmmmm," he groaned.  Tossing them
to Benny, he quickly pushed down his bright red nylon shorts and his
tighty-whities, Stanfield regular rise briefs with a double panel fly front
and support pouch just like his dad often wore.  Sniffing the crotch of his
underwear himself, he glanced at his dad, and with a grin, bounced onto the
bed.  "Here, Dad, something to keep you hot til we find one of those eery
rogenous zones," he said, holding his sweaty underwear under his dad's
nose.  They all noticed their father's semierect cock quickly expand
another inch.
     "It says here that the lips can be highly erogenous," observed Benny,
who had removed his T-shirt and shorts and was sitting on the floor reading
the magazine article in his navy blue polyester-cotton briefs.  The crotch
was darker than the rest with sweat.
     "Lips?  Cool!" observed Brett as he pushed down his ribbed Marky Mark
boxer briefs and fondled his sweat-damp hairs and balls.
     "Your lips erogenous, Dad?" asked Brent, sitting down on the bed and
bending over so that his own, slender, delicate lips were inches away from
his dad's.
     The boy's lips reminded Barry so much of his wife's, thin and
delicately curved, except they were coloured a boyish rose.  The teenager's
long, blond hair fell over his face and brushed against his dad's cheeks as
he bent closer.  His sweet boy breath blew into Barry's parted mouth,
causing his cock to begin to swell still faster.  Benny grabbed his
father's watch and scrambled onto the bed to watch.  Brent brushed his soft
boy lips against his dad's, and looking into his hazel eyes with his
sparkling blue ones, the boy blew gently in his dad's mouth.  His sweet boy
breath caused Barry's cock to expand another inch.
     As he drew away he was quickly replaced by his twin brother, who with
the same sensuous smile gently caressed his father's lips with his own,
causing his father's cock to begin to rise. Benny wasted no time and
pressing his smooth, soft lips against his dad's much larger and coarser
ones, gave his dad a firm, lingering kiss.  As Benny got up, Bobby threw
himself across his dad's hairy chest and pressing his lips firmly against
his dad's, the ten-year-old slipped his tongue in his dad's mouth.  He ran
his small boy tongue over his dad's, causing his dad's tongue to rise up as
if about to duel.
     "Hey, dad's fucking hard already!" observed Benny.
     "Wow, three fucking minutes!  You got hot lips, Dad!" Brent observed.
     "And a fucking hot cock," said Bobby with a giggle and he slid down
his father's body and wrapped his fingers about his father's towering,
nine-inch member.
     Brent and Brett lay down on either side of their bound dad, and
snuggling up to him, they kissed him on each cheek.
     "Holy fuck, you should feel how you made his fucking cock jerk!"
announced Bobby with amazement.
     The twins kissed their father on the cheeks again, much to Bobby's
delight, and then a third time so Benny could check out the reaction.
Benny and Bobby quickly took the twins' places, and the two teenagers took
turns grasping their dad's dick while their two younger brothers kissed him
on the cheeks as they had, and then on the lips in an impromptu experiment
to see if they could make his dick throb harder.  They did..
     "Bet I know where a kiss would really make Dad throb," said Bobby.
The youngster scrambled around behind his father and a second later his
head poked up between his father's legs.  Barry almost went berserk as he
felt his youngest son's spiky hair brush against the inside of his thighs,
and then his smooth cheeks slide across them.  As Barry felt his youngest
son's hot, moist breath against his pucker, and then the boy's mouth press
against his butthole he went ballistic!  His ten-year-old boy was kissing
his goddamn asshole!
     "Holy fuck, that was like an earthquake!" announced Benny, who had
been holding his dad's cock at the base.
     His hand was quickly replaced by Brent's, and then by Brett's.  "Oh
maaaaaaan, I bet that tremor is like a ten on that scale they use for
earthquakes."
     "If we were in LA they'd probably be evacuating the city," observed
his twin brother, and they all laughed.
     "Mom ever do this to you, Dad?" Bobby asked, looking up from his
butthole.
     "Actually, no," Barry observed.
     "You like it?" his ten-year-old son asked.
     "Oh yeah!" he sighed as a clear drop of pre-cum oozed out of his cock.
     "Hey, he likes it!" the four brothers all chimed, thinking of an old
commercial they'd seen on a program about old commercials.
     By this time the four boys all had boners of their own.  Benny took
his younger brother's place and ran his index finder along his dad's crack.
"Hey, Dad, is your crack ever sweaty," he observed, continuing to run his
finger up to his dad's butt hole.  As he touched it Barry instantly opened
up.  "And you're fuckin' horny," he giggled.  He slowly inserted his finger
into his dad's eager hole, causing his father's cock to ooze out more
pre-cum.  It slowly dripped from his cockhead, forming a clear pendant just
above his belly button.  Benny slowly worked his finger in and out of his
dad's hot, moist hole, and the pendant broke off and landed in his belly
button.  Bobby immediately swooped down and flicking it up with the tip of
his finger, he transferred it to Benny's dickhead.  Just the thought of his
youngest son transferring his natural lube to his brother's young dick
caused Barry to ooze out another droplet, which Bobby also transferred.
     Benny's dick being only four inches long and no more than the width of
two fingers, it did not take a large about of his father's pre-cum to lube
up his dickhead.  Kneeling behind his father, he pressed the slick knob
against his dad's eager pucker, and as he pushed down Barry opened up and
pushed out.  It was so awesome to feel his dad's hot, moist asshole
surround his stiff dick, and for Barry, it felt so hot to have his
twelve-year-old son penetrate his butt with his young boy cock.  As Benny's
pubes pushed against Barry's ass, which had more hair than the youngster's
pubes, Barry's cock oozed out another droplet of pre-cum.
     Just watching their younger brother sink his cocklet up their father's
exposed ass had the two twins dripping themselves.  They reached down and
smeared their teen pre-cum over their slightly longer and fatter cocks, and
then glancing at each other, they exchanged their thoughts as only twins
and those who are very close can do.  The two five-foot-two blond youths
crawled up the bed, and pushing down their erect organs, they placed the
slick heads in Barry's sweaty armpits.  The feel of his damp, coarse hairs
caused the boys to leak more pre-cum, and the feel of the tips of their
hot, hard probes and sticky boy juice in his sweaty pits made Barry's cock
twitch with excitement.
     Bobby thought for a moment, and then once again straddling his dad's
chest, he snuggled up so his bare butt was nestled in the thickest hair at
the top of his father's chest.  Pushing down his upright organ, he slid
forward, and Barry eagerly opened his lips.  The boy pushed his dick
forward until his young, hairless balls were pressing against Barry's chin,
which although having been shaved before going to the zoo, was already
developing a bit of a shadow.  Barry clamped his lips down about the
slender cocklet at the hairless base as Benny began to work his young cock
in and out of his ass.
     The twelve-year-old was horny as hell, and eager to once again enjoy
that awesome and still new experience of ejaculation, despite having cum
four times already that day.  He reached down and grasped his dad's sweaty
sides and rapidly pumped his hips to and fro, driving his little four-inch
cocklet in and out of his father's hot, grasping hole as fast as he could.
He was eager for one thing, to get his nuts off, and being young and
impatient, even just three minutes seemed like a long time.  As he grasped
his dad tightly and pounded his ass, sweat began to bead on his forehead
and to trickle down the depression in the middle of his smooth, boyish
chest.
     Brent and Brett were working up a sweat too.  Jabbing their stiff
cockheads at their father's sweaty pits required them to lay almost flat on
the bed so that it was almost like doing pushups, except they did not have
to raise up so high, and it was a lot more fun.  Their movements were short
and rapid as they jack-hammered their dad's pits with their hot five-inch
pistons.  Sweat dampened their backs and their smooth, boyish chests as
they rapidly jerked their hips to and fro like two young rabbits in heat,
which really, is what they were.
     Bobby meanwhile was rocking back and forth on Barry's chest, fucking
his father's face.  Flexing his leg muscles, he worked his dick in and out
between his dad's tightly closed lips with thrusts not much longer than
those of his two teenage brothers.  Being only four inches long, he did not
have that much length to develop a full stroke.  His hot, bare ass nestled
in Barry's hairy nest, which was damp from his perspiration.  Feeling his
dad's sweat on his bare behind felt so wicked to Bobby.
     Having his mouth fucked with such eagerness and evidently with
experience by his youngest son felt wicked to Barry.  Sweat collected in
the middle of his chest and trickled down his ribs, which were being
clenched tightly by Benny's hot little hands.  He could feel it trickling
down his backside, which was being energetically fucked by his
twelve-year-old son, and he could feel it trickling in his armpits, which
were being furiously fucked by his fourteen-year-old twins.  The bedroom
was filled with the sour stench of sweat, the sweat of two preteens, two
teens, and a man all in rut.  The four boys fucked with a ferocity of
drugged animals, thrusting their hips violently to and fro and gasping
loudly and openly as violent ripples of pleasure passed through their
irritated dickheads.
     Benny was the first to cum, filling his dad's butt with this seed for
the second time that day and trembling with the same awe and ecstasy as his
first ejaculation.  The twins were next, coming together, shooting their
teen cum into their father's sweaty, hairy pits.  Their fourth loads of the
day were thicker than the previous ones, but just as copious, and their
hot, teen juices oozed down Barry's side and clung in globules to his pit
hair.  Bobby was next, shouting out in ecstasy and wild abandon like any
ten-year-old as his body was raked with his dry orgasm.  With the climax of
his four sons, Barry shuddered with his own ejaculation, which in his
heightened arousal, was just as copious as his sons'.  It shot out in ropes
as his dick thrashed about, and tied as he was, he sprayed the back of his
youngest son.  His thick, white cum oozed down the youngster's smooth,
perspiring back, leaving behind slimy trails.
     "Looks like Bobby's going to end up with a hairy back," Benny observed
as he pulled his dick out of his father's butt.
     "Oh yeah," giggled the twins as they sat up.  Reaching over as one,
they smeared their dad's cum over their youngest brother's back. "And a
hairy butt," they said in unison as they wiped their slimy, cum-covered
hands over the ten-year-old's backside.
     "Just like, Dad," said Bobby happily, the idea of being just like his
dad giving him a good feeling.  Having his dad's cum smeared over his back
and compact, boy bum did not bother him in the least.
     The five of them inhaled deeply, the air now mixed with the pungent
aroma of fresh cum.  They exhaled and inhaled again, savouring the unique
aroma, the odours of man, teen, and boy cum mixing into a fragrance like
none other.
     "Boys, I definitely need to shower now," Barry finally announced,
wiggling his upper torso as he looked at one arm pit and then the other.
     "We all do," Brent said as he reached up and smeared the cum over the
damp hairs in his father's left pit with his index finger.
     "Remember when we went camping when we were little and to save money
at the pay showers we'd pair up or triple up with you?" Benny asked with a
grin as he fondled his limp, sticky dick and marvelled at the feel of his
own cum.
     "Or quadruple up," Brett said, thinking of the fun games the four of
them had played in those showers as he absentmindedly played with his cum
clinging to the hair in his father's right pit.
     Barry smiled as he thought of those days, him and one or more of his
little sons standing there under the campground shower, soaping up their
balls and cocks together, talking about how important it was to keep them
clean.  He remembered how each of his sons had enjoyed lathering up his
hairy chest and stomach and then making soapy peaks out of his hair to make
him look like a dinosaur.  He fondly recalled the boys hadn't had any
reservations about soaping up his pubic hair either, and in his belief that
a person's body was not something that one should be ashamed of, he had let
them.  For the same reason, there had been no reprimands when his curious
young sons had become even more daring and had slipped their hot, lathered
fingers over his semierect cock and his soapy balls for a quick and furtive
feel.  Those had been wonderful, innocent times.
     The boys untied their father's wrists and the five of them trooped off
to the bathroom.  It was a tight fit, but all they managed to squeeze into
the tub, one snuggled up behind the other in order of height with Bobby
closest to the showerhead.  Those closest to the showerhead got wet and
lathered up and then stepped around to the back to let those behind them
get closer.  So, by a slow process of rotation, they all got soaped up, and
in the process, scrubbed whoever was the closest.  Over the next half hour,
every one of them had the lather worked into his skin by the others and had
scrubbed each of the others where it was difficult for the other to scrub.
     Of course being young and daring, their soaping was not limited to
those places difficult to reach.  Soon they were happily scrubbing those
places that were fun to scrub also, and soon after that they were soaping
up their middle fingers and goosing each other, Barry included as a
recipient and as one who was doing the goosing.  They spent a long time in
the shower, and while they found it pleasantly erotic, having just cum kept
their dicks in only a semi state of erection.
     "I don't know about you boys," said Barry when at last they had
stepped out of the tub and dried each other off, "but I'm feeling like a
piece of that Black Forest cake right now."
     "Oh yeah," his sons quickly chorused.
     The five of them, still naked, trooped off to the kitchen. Barry took
the cake out of the refrigerator.  "Now, doesn't this look delicious," he
said, lifting the cake out of the box and holding it out.
     "The cake, or your sausage?" asked Bobby, and the four boys giggled.
     "Hey, remember that movie, American Pie?" asked Brett.
     "Oh yeah," his brothers giggled.
     "My favourite part was when that guy fucked his mother's apple pie,"
said Brett.
     "Oh yeah!"
     "That's a restricted movie," observed their father.
          "Ah, yeah, right," the boys agreed as they glanced at each other.
     "Ah, we heard it was way good," said their quick thinking brother
Brett.
     "Yeah, that's it," agreed Brent.
     "Yeah, we heard some guys from high school talking about it."
     "Yeah, they said it was good," added Benny.
     "Yeah, was it, Dad?" asked Bobby.
     "Well, it was hilarious to tell you the truth."
     "Hey, if its on video maybe you can rent it and we can watch it
tonight."
     "I don't think it is boys," Barry replied with a smile.  His boys
already had enough ideas anyway.
     "Fuck the movie, we can do our own version," said Bobby, eyeing the
cake in his father's hands.
     "Oh yeah!" his brothers agreed with huge grins as they moved in closer
to their father.
     "Ah, boys, I don't think so," Barry said hesitantly.
     "Ahhh, com'on, Dad, it'll be wicked," urged Brett and his three
brothers all agreed enthusiastically.
     "How can we do it?" asked Benny without waiting for an answer.
     "We could each take a big slice," suggested Brent.
     "Or take turns," offered Bobby.
     "I got it, so we can all do it at the same time," said Brett, his face
brightening up.
     Leading them into the living room, he lined up the hassock and coffee
table, placed the sofa cushions on them, and then had Barry lay down with
his back and head on the table, his butt on the hassock, and his feet on
the sofa.  Then carefully holding up the cake, he had Bobby poke a hole in
the middle of the bottom and then told his twin brother to hold up their
dad's limp cock.
     "Ah, boys, really, I don't think this is a good idea," Barry protested
as Brett held the cake above his lap.
     "Com'on, Dad, this is going to be so wicked fucking your Father's Day
cake!" urged Benny as Brett slowly eased the cake onto his father's
upraised dick.
     "Now we got to make Dad's dick hard," he announced.
     "That's way easy," observed Bobby, and they all giggled in agreement.
     "Ah, boys," Barry cautioned helplessly as he was suddenly attacked.
Benny tenderly kissed his father on the lips while Brent and Brett each
caressed his tender nipples and Bobby stroked the inside of his thighs.
His nipples were soon stiff and tingling and needless to say the boys soon
had his cock rising.  Once it penetrated the cherry filling there was no
stopping it.
     "Lookit!" giggled Benny.
     The sight of the centre of the cake pushing upward and finally their
father's dick pushing out of the top was hilarious.  The boys all laughed
at the sight, and even Barry had to chuckle.
     "Com'on guys!" called Brett, his cock, like his brothers', already
stiff and ready.
     At four-foot-five, the height of the cake was just right for Bobby.
Benny, who was five inches taller, and the twins, who were five-foot-two,
had to crouch a bit as they circled the cake.  They approached slowly,
holding their lances parallel to the floor, and slowly, four hot, stiff boy
cocks penetrated the cake.
     "Totally wicked!" giggled Benny.
     "Oh fuck yeah.  Have you guys reached the cherry filling yet?  It's
fucking awesome!"
     "Hey, I've reached Dad's dick," said Benny.  "I can feel it with my
knob!"
     "And I can feel Brent's dickhead with mine," said Brett with a grin,
looking up at his twin brother standing opposite him.
     "Fuck, all I can feel is cake," complained Bobby.
     "Move in closer."
     Bobby moved in until his bare pubes were smashed against the side of
the cake.
     "Oh yeah, I can feel Dad's dick now," he said, his hazel eyes
sparkling.
     Barry could feel both of his sons' dickheads against his shaft,
causing his dick to twitch.
     "Hey, Dad's eager to begin!"
     "Attaboy, Dad!  Let's fuck!" exclaimed Brett.
     The four boys began to slowly work their hips to and fro, and Barry,
figuring why the hell not, slowly bounced his hips up and down on the sofa
cushions, drawing his dick into the cake and then sticking it out again to
the merriment of the boys.  He could not believe it.  There he was, a
hairy, five-foot ten, hundred-and-ninety pound, forty-three year old adult,
fucking a Black Forest cake in his living room with his four young sons.
As his boys would have said, it was totally wicked.
     The boys were working their slender hips to and fro rhythmically,
easing their stiff slender dicks in and out of the cake.  Bobby and Benny
pushed forward until they struck the shaft of their dad's hot, stiff cock
and then withdrew, and they all giggled at the sight of the cake and icing
stuck to Bobby's pubes like a bush of pubic hairs.  Brent and Brett pushed
in simultaneously, and when the tips of their five-inch cocks touched, the
two brothers slowly withdrew.  It was so hot fucking the chocolate cake,
and even hotter to feel their dickheads meeting deep inside it.  For the
next several minutes, the five of them concentrated totally on their cocks
and thought about the others working in and out of the cake.
     "Oh, I'm gonna cum any second," said Brent with a deep sigh.
     "Wait til I'm going to, and we can touch dickheads when we come."
     "Hurry then," Brent said urgently.
     "Stop for a sec then," Brett advised as he worked his hips to and fro
faster.
     The thought of his two teenage sons coming inside the cake, and the
thought of their spurting cockheads pressed together, had Barry arching to
come also and he worked his huge, nine-inch cock in and out of the cake
with short, rapid lunges.
     "Okay, I'm gonna cum real quick now," warned Brett, and Brent began to
work his stiff, irritated cock in and out of the cake once more.
     "When I say three," Brent said.  "One, two, three!"
     "Ah!" cried his twin as he lunged forward and as the boys' dickheads
touched the two boys erupted.  Their hot teen cum spurted out of their
slits with a burning ferocity and flowed over each other's swollen, itching
knob.  Each boy inhaled and closed his eyes in ecstasy with the delight of
his orgasm and feeling his brother's hot juice flood over his cockhead.
     "Oh God," sighed Barry as he felt his cum rise up his cock for the
sixth time that day.  He thrust his monster cock upward, driving it out of
the cake.  It erupted like a miniature fountain, the first ropes falling
back down in threads across the chocolate sprinkled whipped cream.  After
the first three spurts, the rest of his thick man seed oozed out of his
cock and flowed down over his knob to collect about it on the surface of
the punctured cake.
     Benny was next, adding his hot boy cum to the cherry filling deep
inside the cake, and Bobby, thrilled by the thought of the shots of cum
from his brothers in the middle of the cake and the sight of the puddles of
cum from his father on the top trembled with his dry orgasm.
     As they finally drew their still stiff cocks out of the cake, the boys
immediately formed a circle with their dad still laying flat on his back.
Brett offered his father his cake-coated cock and drawn up balls.  Barry
eagerly ran his tongue over his son's tight nuts and stiff, five-inch cock,
licking off the cherry filling, the chocolate cake, the whipped cream, and
the strings of cum.  Brett had meanwhile bent over his father and was
licking his twelve-year-old brother's cake, filling and cum smeared dick.
Benny of course had gone down on his older brother, delighting in the
combined taste of chocolate, cherry, cum and teen cock.  Bobby's cocklet
had gotten sprayed with someone's cum, and Brent had leaned over his father
and was eagerly cleaning his kid brother's crotch with his tongue.
     The four boys then as one knelt down before their father's lap and
dived into the cake face first as they would in a pie eating contest.
Barry reached down and taking a handful of the cake, the top laced with his
cum, he stuffed it in his mouth.  Between the five of them they were soon
down to the core of the cake where their hot young boy cream had soaked in.
They eagerly sucked the cream saturated cake into their mouths like little
pigs as Barry scooped up a dripping wad of cake and popped it in his mouth.
The five of them delighted in the feeding orgy, closing their eyes and
savouring the unique taste of chocolate cake and cum.
     The four boys then attacked their father's still erect cock, the four
of them licking the icing, crumbs, chocolate, and whipped cream off his
stiff, nine-inch rod.  As each came to the occasional fleck of remaining
cum they sighed with the treat and smacked their lips.
     The five of them finally headed back to the bathroom, their crotches
and cheeks sticky with cherry filling and spittle and crumbs of cake stuck
to their pubes and hairs.  They soaped up their crotches, and after
thoroughly cleaning off their pubes, cocks and balls, they cleaned up their
faces and hands.
     They headed back to the bedroom and as Barry lay down and rested, the
four boys returned to their poster to write up the investigations they had
conducted before their shower and evening snack.  As Barry lay there and
watched them, he could not believe what he'd done that day, and especially
what he had just done.  Never in his wildest dreams, not even when he'd
seen the movie American Pie, had he thought that he'd ever fuck a cake, and
certainly not along with his four young sons.  As he watched his boys, he
did not regret a minute of it.  He had felt like a young kid again, and
still did, and for a forty-three-year old father of four, that was not a
bad thing.
     For the next half hour the four boys worked eagerly on their project,
each boy concentrating on his part with all his heart.  The poster had
become more than just a fun thing to do.  It had become a record of their
day with their dad, and they poured themselves into their printing,
drawing, and decorating, just like the four boys did in everything they
undertook.  The Brewster brothers were not the type of boys to do things
half way.  Squatting, sprawled, and curled up on the floor like little
naked cherubs, their freshly washed bodies pink and clean, their little boy
dicks now soft and hanging innocently, and their faces concentrating on
their work, the four boys were the picture of purity and wholesomeness.  As
each completed his particular part, the others all praised his work with
honesty and a brotherhood that comes from having been raised in a household
of love and encouragement.
     "We got two spaces left," observed Brett, standing up and stepping
back to appraise their work.
     "One for a tickle zone, and one for an erogenous zone," observed Brent
as he joined his brother.
     The four boys glanced over at their father.
     "I think you've exhausted all the possibilities, boys," Barry observed
with a smile.  The hour rest had been wonderful.  He propped himself up on
his elbows.  The boys looked so perfect standing there, totally naked and
so casual and natural in front of him.  Laying there on his bed before
them, opening exposed to his boys with his dick shrunk back to its usual
size and resting above his balls, he felt perfectly at ease and natural
too.  He knew not many fathers could say that, and he was proud of the open
relationship he'd developed with his sons, although this was not an example
he'd ever be able to use with his colleagues at work.  As he smiled, he
wiggled his toes, something he did whenever he was happy, a habit he'd had
ever since he was a boy.
     Bobby slowly smiled, and as Barry saw the gleam in his ten-year-old
son's hazel eyes and the leer slowly curling his lips, he knew he'd spoken
too soon.  "Got a fuckin' awesome idea, guys," Bobby said as he glanced at
his brothers, and they knew from the look on their kid brother's face,
whatever his idea was, it had to be good.
     They soon had their dad tied spread-eagled with his wrists and ankles
tied to the four corners of the bed with his new ties one more time.  After
searching through the top shelf of the walk-in closet in his parent's
bedroom, Bobby finally found what he was looking for.  Taking his mother's
Easter bonnet out of the box, he carefully removed one of the larger,
softer feathers.
     "Oh no," said Barry as he saw his son approaching with a wide grin.
Kneeling down at the foot of the bed while Benny turned on the tape
recorder, Bobby gently brushed the feather along the fleshy pad of his
father's left sole, just below the toes.  Barry immediately erupted with
laugher.  Bobby's three brothers immediately began searching through the
mess on the floor.
     Finding what he'd been looking for, Benny grinned at his father as he
approached with the electric toothbrush.  As Bobby stopped tickling with
the feather, Benny applied the circular brush to the same place on his
dad's right sole and turned the toothbrush on.  Barry once again howled
with laughter as waves of that sweet pain rippled through his size twelve
foot.  As Benny continued his father howled and begged him to stop, but of
course Benny had no intention of doing so, at least not until his older
brothers finally found what they'd been looking for in the mess on the
floor.
     Each kneeling before a large, exposed foot, the twins held up the
paint brushes they'd used earlier on their father.  Benny backed off and
the two oldest brothers attacked.  The fine brushes skipped over the fleshy
large toe of each foot and Barry pulled desperately on his bonds as once
again he called out with laugher.  The fine brushes slipped down to tickle
the gap between his large toes and the next, causing him to laugh even
louder and to pull on his bonds even more.  The two brushes ran along the
crevice where his toes joined the rest of his foot, and Barry bounced on
the bed.  They tickled his baby toes, sending him into gales of laughter.
     The twins were joined by their two younger brothers, Benny taking the
right foot and Bobby the left.  Barry Brewster went spastic with the
ticklish torment his four sons were bestowing on his size twelve feet.  He
wriggled his toes desperately as the fine paint brushes danced over them
and he tugged against the restraining ties with all his might as the
feather and toothbrush attacked the fleshy pad below his toes.
     "Nooooo!  Ahahahahaha, oh fuhahahah, ohohoho, bohoooys pleeeeese!" he
wailed as the fine paint brushes now gently stroked up and down the length
of his soles from toes to fleshy pad to heel.
     "Oh for fuuuuahahahack sake!  Oh fuuhahahahak boys stop!" he begged as
the feather tickled his instep and the rapidly spinning toothbrush pressed
against the groove where his big toe joined his foot.
     Barry screamed and howled until his voice went hoarse.  Even when his
four sons stopped his tender feet itched and burned with irritation with
that unique combination of pleasure and pain.
     "That was the most ticklish of all," observed Bobby.
     "For sure," agreed the twins.  "That was totally wicked."
     "Yeah," said Benny, looking at his father with a perplexed look on his
face.
     "What's wrong?"
     "Well, if Dad's feet were a ticklish zone, and there's no doubt that
they were, then, well.  . . . "  His brothers looked where he was staring.
"Then why does he have a boner again?"
     "Daaaaad!" said Bobby with a look of annoyance on his face.  "Can't
you keep that thing down?"
     They all giggled as they looked at each other, and then back at their
dad's towering dick.  Barry had been so raked with that combined pain and
pleasure that assaults one when being tickled, he had not even realized
he'd gotten an erection.  He raised his head and looked down at the
towering, aching pole pointing up at the ceiling.
     "Dad's even hornier than us," observed Brent.
     "Told ya we didn't need no Spanish fly or nothing for Dad," said Bobby
with a satisfied grin.
     "Oh yeah, Dad's always hot."
     "I would be too if I had a monster cock like that."
     "Oh yeah," Benny's three brothers all agreed as they looked wistfully
at their father's long, thick pecker.
     "Hey, remember that story we read on the net about Aaron Carter and
Vinicius de Oliveria?" asked Brett.
     "Oh yeah, Aaron and Vinicius: Foot Fun," his three brothers replied
with grins as they thought back to the story by one of their favourite
authors at Nifty Archives.
     "Story?" asked their father.  "On the net?"
     "Ah . . .  yeah, that . . .  ah, story the Disney movie was based on,
you know."
     "Yeah, that's what it was."
     "Yeah, with Aaron Carter."
     "You know him.  He's twelve."
     "He sings."
     "His older brother is a famous singer too, with the Back Street Boys."
     "Ah, no, I don't really know the bands today."
     "So," said Benny as he thought back about the story they'd read, "a
guy's feet can be both ticklish and erogenish?"
     "Guess so."
     "But how come in that story instead of laughing their heads off, Aaron
and Vinicius got ungh," he grunted as Brett jabbed him in the ribs before
he revealed more to his father.  None of them wanted to see their net
surfing curtailed.
     "They didn't tickle each other, remember," Brett said.
     "Oh yeah," Benny responded as he thought back to what the two preteen
boys had done in the story.
     "So for the last two spaces on our poster we can use Dad's feet," said
Brett.
     "But we don't know how long it took to get Dad hard."
     "We'll just have to do Dad's feet all over again so we can time how
long it takes for him to get a boner."
     "Sorry, Dad," the boys said with wide grins.
     "Maybe you boys can just guess how long it took," Barry said
hopefully, not looking forward to another tickle attack on his feet.
     "We couldn't do that," said Brett, always the perfectionist.
     "Yeah, besides, it'd be way fun getting you hard again, Dad" observed
Bobby, staring at his dad's huge feet.  He reached down and fiddled with
his limp dick as he felt a strange desire well up inside him.
     "We gotta get him soft before we can get him hard."
     "Lets do the tickle side of the poster.  Maybe he'll cool down by
then."
     "We can do the erogenous side too," suggested Brent.  "We can do
everything except the time chart."
     "Yeah!" his brothers agreed, and once again the four naked boys turned
their attention to their project.
     By the time they finished, Barry had gone limp once again.  Putting
their heads together, the boys had a hasty conference.
     "Ready, Dad?" Bobby asked, his hazel eyes sparkling as the four boys
approached the bed.
     "Do I have a choice?" Barry asked as he looked up at his four sons.
     All four grinned back down at him like Cheshire cats.  "Nope," they
chorused together as they knelt at the foot of the bed.
     Brent took his father's right big toe in his mouth and gently sucked
on it.  Brett's hot, moist mouth engulfed his left big toe.  Barry had
never had his toes sucked before, and he could not believe how erotic it
felt.  Benny stuck out his tongue and ran it up the length of his sole,
from his heel to his toes.  Bobby did the same to his right foot.  Barry
squirmed with arousal as his dick began to quickly swell.  Brent wormed his
tongue between his father's big toe and the next one while Benny wormed his
tongue between his father's baby toe and the adjacent toe.  Bobby and Brett
did the same on his right foot.  The two pair of boys licked the instep and
sole of each foot, working up and down together.  Barry wondered how his
boys could have ever learned such hot techniques.  He was certainly glad
that they had as his cock began to lift up.
     The hot breaths of his four boys on his naked feet, and the actions of
their hot, moist tongues, were getting Barry hotter than he'd ever felt
before, something which he would have sworn would be impossible earlier
that evening.  As one and then the other ran his tongue over his father's
toes, following the edge of each nail from the tip of his toe down to the
half moon and then up and around the other side and then going on to the
next toe, their father's dick once again pointed up at the ceiling despite
the record number of times he'd gotten erect that day.  How could his dick
not respond with four hot young boys eagerly licking his feet and sucking
on his toes?  As his cock throbbed hotly, Barry sighed and thought back to
when he was a teenager and getting a hardon a dozen times a day was a
common occurrence.  This was marvellous.  As his four boys licked his
exposed soles, Barry was certain that his cock had never felt so swollen
and so stiff even back when he'd been a horny teenager.  It twitched
violently and ached painfully but pleasantly in response to the assault on
his feet, the foreskin fully stretched back and exposing his swollen,
purplish-red mushroom cap.
     "Hey, that's the fastest Dad's gotten hard yet!"
     "Cool!  Dad's feet are the most ticklish, and the most erogenish."
     "Fuckin' far out!
     "Yeah, way cool, Dad!"
     "So, that will be the conclusion of our project," said Brent as he
knelt down on the floor to print the last statement.
     His three brothers quickly joined him to finish off the poster, easily
switching from arousing their prostrate, bound dad, to creating the poster
on the floor.  One moment they were erotic little devils, and the next they
were innocent cherubs.  For the boys, hot cock fun and expressing their
creativity were one and the same.
     "That's an awesome foot, Bobby," said Brent.  "It looks so real."
     "Thanks," he said with a grin.  "I think Benny's idea of gluing it so
it sticks part way off the poster really makes the poster look great."
     "Oh yeah," his brothers all agreed.
     "It would have looked too crowded otherwise," Benny observed.
"There's not that much room."
     "That's cuz Dad's feet are so fucking big."
     "Just like Brent's," observed Bobby.  As he thought about his
brother's feet that strange, vague desire welled up inside him again.
     "Like father like son," said Brent, hoping that it was more than just
feet they had in common.
     "Except his don't smell like Brent's."
     "My feet don't smell," objected Brent.
     "Oh yeah?" asked his three brothers, all bending over to take a sniff,
and all immediately collapsing on their backs with their tongues out and
their eyes rolled back.
     "Very funny," he said as they all sat up giggling.
     Even Barry had to laugh at their humour.  They got to their feet and
approached him one more time.
     "Now we gotta get Dad's cock back down," observed Brent.
     "That really isn't necessary," Barry said, not really meaning it.  "It
will go back down in time."
     "Yeah, but that's no fun that way," said Brett, and they all agreed,
even Barry.  As he lay there tied to the bed and looked up at his sons he
shook his head in disbelief.  God, he'd already come six times that day,
and was hot to come still another time!  Even as a horny teenager with
raging hormones he'd never come seven times in one day before.
     "How we gonna get dad off this time?" Bobby asked, sitting on the bed
and leaning over to look at his dad's dick.  The heat of his breath caused
Barry to ooze out the first of his pre-cum for their seventh session.
"Geez, Dad, don't you ever run out?" he asked with a delightful grin.
Swooping down, he swiped the tip of his dad's cock with his lips, and then
scrambling up to his father's head, kissed him, his lips sticky with his
Dad's pre-cum.
     "Dad really liked that," observed Brent as Barry's cock oozed out
another dollop of pre- cum.
     The teenager coated his lips and then kissed his dad as his kid
brother had done.  That kiss produced another ooze of pre-cum and was
similarly followed by an identical kiss from Brett, and then Benny.  By
this time the four boys all had boners and were dripping themselves.
Forming a sixty-nine, Brent and Brett coated their fine, delicate lips with
each other's pre-cum, and then the two blond teens embraced and kissed,
savouring their own pre-cum on the lips of each other as they pressed their
naked bodies against each other.  Bobby similarly coated his lips with
Benny's sweet pre-cum while Benny coated his with his father's, and then
the two brothers similarly embraced and kissed.
           French kissing his father while Benny nuzzled between his
younger brother's legs and rimmed him, Bobby reached down and fiddled with
his itching, pulsating little cocklet.  Twisting and squirming from one hot
cock to another had caused him to continue perspiring, and he pressed his
hot, sweaty body against his father, much to his father's delight.  Brent
and Brett had similarly worked up a sweat, and the sight of the two
identical boys with their lips pressed together and their stiff, young boy
cocks squeezed between their flat stomachs was so hot that Barry oozing
pre-cum like a volcano spewing out a stream of lava.  The two teens gyrated
their hips, rubbing their stiff cocks together and between their flat
stomachs and Barry's cock twitched with the sight.
     Brent was the first to announce he was about to cum.  Brett quickly
rolled over onto his back and opened his mouth and Brent quickly hunched
down above his head and pumped his stiff dick as he aimed it at the parted
lips of his twin brother.  He tossed back his long, blond hair and grunted
and sighed with pleasure as the first rope of cream spurted out of his
irritated dickhead and into his twin brother's receptive mouth.  It was his
seventh ejaculation that day, but he was only fourteen, and his young balls
pumped out just as forcefully and copiously as his first load that morning.
Rope after rope spurted into his brother's mouth, and when it stopped, he
milked out the remaining cum.  Brett closed his mouth, and sitting up,
looked at his father with a twinkle in his deep, blue eyes.  Crawling over
to his bound dad and pressing his young, boy lips against his father's, he
sunk in his cheeks, forcing his brother's salty cum into his father's mouth
in the most obscene kiss of all.
     Savouring the remainder stuck to his teeth and his palate, Brett lay
back on the bed beside his father and let his twin brother finish him off
with his lips.  Brent eagerly did so and Brett was soon filling his
brother's mouth with his hot, fresh semen.  Like his brother had done
before him, he crawled over to his father with a twinkle in his eye and
mumbled for his dad to open his mouth.  Bobby's admonishment that he
shouldn't talk with his mouth full, caused them all to laugh and Brent to
snort and a bit of his brother's cum to shoot up his nose, causing them all
to laugh all the harder.
     The fourteen-year-old grinned impishly as his head hovered above his
father's.  His brother's thick, white cream appeared between his lips and
was sucked back in, and then appeared a second time only to be sucked in
again.  The third time Brent allowed the cum to continue oozing out of his
lips, resulting in a small pendant which quickly grew as it descended to
Barry's lips and then dropped into his mouth.  Barry shivered with arousal.
Slowly the fourteen-year-old boy spit out his brother's cum, allowing it to
drop pendant by pendant into his father's mouth.
     Benny and Bobby formed a sixty-nine, and being so hot from watching
his two brothers, Benny was soon filling his kid brother's mouth with his
juicy load, the seventh in his young life, as his brother trembled with his
own dry orgasm.  Bobby then did as his older brothers had, he crawled over
and dribbled his brother's gooey cum into his father's mouth.  He was still
kneeling there with a streamer of boy cum connecting his mouth and his
dad's when Benny dropped to his knees and began to suck off his father.
Barry trembled with ecstasy as he felt the boy's hot, moist mouth envelop
and tighten about his huge cockhead as the boy sucked in.  He was so hot by
then that he shot his thick load into his twelve-year-old son's mouth in
just over a minute.  Benny dutifully pressed his young lips against his
father's and added his dad's load to the other three loads already in his
mouth.
     The four boys gathered around and looked down at their bound dad,
their eyes sparkling with anticipation.  Barry thought for a moment what he
should do, and then carefully closing his mouth, he worked his cheek
muscles, churning the mouthful of slimy cum and mixing the juices of
himself and his three boys.  He then glanced over at Brett and puckered his
lips.  As their lips met, he forced a bit of the thick goo into his son's
mouth.  Each of the other three boys quickly bent over their dad to receive
their share like little baby birds being fed in the nest.  The five of them
delighted in the flavour and texture of the rich, thick cream and then
happily swallowed it.  The boys finally untied their dad and the five of
them lay there in silence, each lost in his own thoughts as each savoured
the lingering taste of cum and enjoyed their post-climax flush.
     "Well, this has been quite a day," Barry finally observed, his mouth
puckered from cum.
     "Oh yeah," agreed Brett with a sigh.  "I think what I liked best of
all was fucking your hairy butt, Dad," he announced as he snuggled up on
his left and placed his hot hand on his dad's naked butt.
     "That was cool," agreed his twin brother as he snuggled up on his
father's right, "but what I liked most was getting sucked by you."  He ran
his fingers through his dad's thick curly chest hair and fondled his large
nipple.  "That and feeling your hairy chest," he said wistfully as he left
his hand on his father's chest.
     "Well, I think everyone can sure the fuck guess what I liked best.
I'm never going to forget my first shot," said Benny thinking back to his
very first ejaculation as he squirmed in between his dad and Brett and
placed a hot hand on his father's left teat.
     "Nor will, Dad," observed Brett, and Barry and the four boys laughed
as they thought about the sight of their father sprayed with Benny's very
first load.
     "Well, jacking off your humongous cock and getting jerked by you was
my favourite," Bobby observed as he snuggled in on the other side and
reached for his dad's crotch.  Cupping his father's large sack in his hot
little hand, he looked down at his dad's crotch admiringly.  "It's way
awesome the way you can keep pumping out that pre-cum."
     "Oh yeah," his brothers agreed.
     "Hey," Bobby said suddenly, "I just thought of another elephant joke.
What did the elephant say when he saw Tarzan without his loincloth on?"
          "I don't know," Barry replied cautiously.
     "Cute, but can you suck water up with it?" Bobby said with an impish
grin and Barry and his sons laughed.  "You know, best of all was the
kissing.  You're a fuckin' awesome kisser, Dad," Bobby said, looking up at
this father in admiration with his big, innocent hazel eyes.
     "What did you like best of all, Dad?"
     "Spending the entire day with you boys," Barry responded without
hesitation, looking at each of his boys with a happy smile.  "The sex was
certainly a surprise, and it was fantastic, all of it," he continued, "but
what I liked best was just how open and honest we've been with each other."
     "So you don't mind us swearing, and fucking and sucking with guys and
everything?"  asked Bobby.
     "Well, we are going to have to have a talk about that," Barry said, "a
very serious talk.  About that, and about the net, and a few other things."
     "Tomorrow, okay, Dad?" asked Bobby with a large and genuine yawn.
     It had been a full, exhausting day, and Bobby's yawn got them all
started.  Suddenly they all felt very tired.  Brent slipped off the bed and
returned a few minutes later with a book.
     "What's that?" their father asked, his eyes starting to droop.  The
day's events were taking its toll.
     "A way cool book a wizard left here last Halloween."
     "Oh, I see," Barry said with an indulgent smile.  They might be
physically mature enough to have erections, and they might know a lot about
sex, but they were still boys, with the imaginations and fantasies of boys.
     As he lay there his son began to recite something from the book.  He
did not make any sense out of the words, and soon drifted off to sleep
unaware that Brent had just ensured that in the morning he would remember
that this had been the best Father's Day he'd ever spent, though he would
not be able to remember any of the details other than that they had gone to
the zoo and had played basketball, and had eaten the best tasting Black
Forest cake he had ever tasted.  When he woke the next morning, he'd also
find himself compelled to increase each of the boy's allowances.  They had
no qualms about that last suggestion.  They were, after all, still boys.
     Brent slipped off to return his book and then he and Brett snuggled up
on either side of their slumbering dad, their naked teen bodies pressing up
against his hairy body and their fingers entwined in his chest hair, and
they too soon fell asleep.  Their hot boy breaths, scented with a hint of
semen, his and theirs, blew across Barry's face.  Half waking up, Barry
could feel Benny curled up in a ball lower down, his hot boy breath blowing
against his totally drained nuts and his dick, causing it to begin to
swell.  Still father down on his other side was his youngest, Bobby, his
arms tightly wrapped about his dad's legs and his sweet breath gently
blowing against his toes.
     Barry wiggled his toes contentedly and his cock pulsated warmly and
pleasantly as he thought about his naked boys cuddled up to his own naked
body.  He glanced over at the poster the boys had made and he thought about
how enthusiastically they had tackled the project.  It certainly should win
top prize he thought with a chuckle.  His lips parted with a deep sigh, and
smiling contentedly as he closed his eyes, he drifted off to sleep with the
taste of cock and cum on his lips and the thought of his boys on his mind.
This had been a Father's Day like none other.