Date: Sat, 24 Mar 2007 08:56:25 +0000
From: Christian . <xangel@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chalice Men (Part 3)

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This story is completely fictional.  Any similarities to people and events
that have happened is purely coincidental.  Remember that the people in
this story are fictional, so the fact that they aren't using condoms does
not mean you shouldn't.  Play safe.

If you have any questions or comments, please email me at
xangel@hotmail.com

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	The drive to the small cabin that the Chalice family owned was nice.  The
clouds threatened snow for the entire drive and as they pulled into the
small, secluded building, the first flakes fell.  Robert was out of the
vehicle and already pulling in some of the firewood stacked all along the
back of the place as Michael started helping his father unload the things
they'd packed.  They truly were like a well-oiled machine as they prepared
for the weekend.  Inside, Robert started on a fire, Michael put the things
into the small bedroom they would share and took the sheets for the
King-size bed from their bag to put them on while Franklin put away the
food, ice and drinks.
	After an hour, the small, cabin was warm and inviting, hot chili waited on
the stove, clean sheets were on the bed and the dust covers were folded in a
corner while Franklin sat on the small sofa, reading a book while his sons
set the table for their dinner.  The cabin had a nice sized living room, a
small kitchen and dining area just off from that, a bathroom with shower and
tub so one person could be in each at the same time, and a bedroom to the
back of the living room that had always slept them comfortably.  Here, there
was no television, no video games, nothing to distract them from the
distraction this place provided.
	"Dinner." Michael said and Franklin looked up and smiled at his
pronunciation.
	It was a nice dinner with conversation about school and various other
things.  The court case came up and they were informed that there was a good
chance it would be over soon and Michael was inwardly relieved about the
whole thing.  He didn't like talking about things like that.  He shifted on
the sofa and Franklin changed the subject.  Robert sat down beside of his
brother and put his arm over the younger.
	They sat like this for a while, talking about mundane things until Franklin
stood and stretched.
	"I'm taking a shower, I believe." He said, heading to the small bathroom,
discarding his shirt as he did so.  "You boys be good."
	Michael wanted to go with his father, as did Robert.  When each was hit in
the back of the head with another article of discarded clothing, the wanting
increased a bit but neither acted on the want for fear the other might find
out.  Robert wondered what excuse he could give about going to the bathroom
and Michael thought he could leave his brother in a moment to do the same
thing.
	Robert stood first and went to the window, the thought of his father
stripped nude and stepping into the shower hardening the front of his jeans.
  Their first time together had left something real in him, an aching that
only his father could fill.  He thought for a moment about his father
forcing him against the side of the shower and shoving a hard cock up into
him until they both exploded all over the inside of the cubicle. The eldest
of Franklin's sons stood looking out at the white stuff falling all around
them and wanting the white stuff his father was pumping into the empty
shower.
	Michael lay on the couch, thinking of his father naked and showering with
the two of them in the next room. He thought about the morning with Robert
on the couch and how close he'd been to downing his brother's dick while he
slept.  The youngest thought of what a picture it would make for the three
of them to end up in the shower together and as he sat up off the couch and
caught sight of the piece of clothing that had struck him -- a pair of
underwear -- he made a decision.
	He stood and left the living room, going into the bathroom where his father
was standing, bending over into the shower, a beautiful, round ass and
strong legs the only visible thing to be seen. Michael entered the room and
closed the door.  Taking off his shirt, he followed by removing his shoes
and pants in quick succession.  As he was piling these things by the door,
his father stood and saw that he wasn't alone.  Shaking his head, he looked
to his son, waiting until he was sure they had eye contact.
	"No, Michael." He said, his voice urgent.  "We can't do this now. Your
brother is in the next room."
	Michael said nothing but crossed to his father and sank to his knees.
Franklin put his hands on his son's shoulders and attempted to push him
backward but not forcefully.  He hadn't wanted to hurt the boy but this was
not the place.  He didn't know what had come over his youngest, he'd never
put them in danger of being exposed like this, before. Shaking his head, he
kept mouthing "No, Michael," the fear that they would be discovered in this
too-close quarters rising in him.  "Get up, son."
	"Looks like baby brother knows what he wants."
	"Fuck." Franklin said as he looked up to see Robert in the doorway, hand on
the knob and a slightly surprised look on his face.  "Robert...I...this..."
	"I knew I wasn't the only one." Robert said as he came fully into the room.
	Michael took advantage of Franklin's distraction and swallowed the first
three inches of his father's hardening cock.  Gripping his father's hips,
the youngest Chalice man began swallowing cock like a hungry bird. Tongue,
lips, and warm mouth descended on it, oblivious to everything else going on
in the room.  He didn't hear his father's moan of surprise and pleasure, nor
did he see the way his father's eyes closed when he buried his nose in dark,
curled pubic hair.
	"He's good." Robert said, noticing all of these things.
	"Fuck..." Franklin said, gripping the back of his son's head.
	Robert watched as Michael's mouth slid up and down along the shaft of thick
cock he held in it.  Looking from his father's pleasure-drawn face to his
brother's bobbing head, he wondered how long this had been happening.  There
was no jealousy in this, but mere calculation.  Did they do this while he
went on his runs in the mornings? From the way his brother was expertly
mouthing his father's cock and massaging his low-hanging balls, this had
been happening for some time.
	"Oh god..." Franklin moaned, stepping back a bit to brace himself on the
stall of the shower.  "Robert...want to join us?"
	"Not just now." Robert said with a nod to his brother.  "This is his turn.
I'll get mine, I'm sure."
	Franklin was caught up in the feelings Michael stirred in him.  His son
knew how to please him and any moment now, he would be filling the mouth
that did so with cum!  He felt his balls tighten as Michael put on the
pressure and sucked harder.  His hands found the shower curtain rod and the
inside grip, holding on against the shuddering that started in him as he
felt the feathering tongue sliding along his shaft.
	"God...damn!" He said with a preceding moan and a violent shudder. "Fuck!"
	With this last exclamation, he erupted white hot cum into his son's eager
and accepting mouth.  One shot was quickly followed by two and the third
mingled happily as he felt himself slumping against the shower's frame.
	Michael stood and turned to see his brother in the doorway.  Their eyes met
for a second before Michael's dropped to Robert's bulging crotch.  Without
saying a word, Michael crossed the room and went to his knees again.  Robert
wanted to stop him like he had the first time this happened.  He looked from
his little brother to the man now turning off the water in the shower and
back to Michael.  The front of his pants had been undone and they were being
pulled down to his ankles.  There were no underwear to stop the probing
fingers that lifted his hard cock.
	"No," he said simply, knowing his brother couldn't here him.  "Michael,
don't do this. We can't do this..." he said weakly, attempting to lift his
brother's head to face him.
	Like it was a sacred duty of all little brothers to their older ones,
Michael lifted Robert's cock and slipped his tongue under the head, the
salty pre-cum like a pre-lube of things to cum.  The head slid easily
through his lips and the shaft throbbed as it was enclosed in warm, velvety
moisture. Robert's eyes closed slightly and he braced his legs on the floor
as his hands tangled in his brother's hair.  To spite his earlier protest,
the feelings engendered by the warm mouth on him were too much to handle and
he surrendered to them, almost eagerly.
	Warmer hands slipped around Robert's waist and held him as his brother's
mouth took him inch by inch.  Franklin stood with his own again-erect cock
nestling in the crack of his older son's ass while his younger son blew him.
  Franklin kissed Robert's neck, finding the pert nipples in the mass of
dark hair and pulling slightly at them by the silver rings he wore.
	"Michael loves this," He whispered.  "He's been wanting your cock for a
while, now.  He wants that sweet load you're holding onto, too."
	"Dad..." Robert moaned, reaching back to hold the hairy leg that braced him.
"Fuck, dad...how long have you been doing him, too?"
	"Does it matter, Robert?"
	"God...no."
	"Then let him do what he likes." Robert's father moaned into him, sliding
his cock along Robert's ass.  "Maybe then, we can stop all this hiding and
sneaking around.  We can fuck as a family."  He continued, resisting the
urge to spear his son's asshole with the head of his probing cock.
	Michael lazily pulled his head back, sucking as he went to create a deep
suction around the shaft of Robert's dick.  His hands ran along Robert's
stomach and into the mass of curly chest hair to meet his father's and join
in pulling at Robert's nipples.  His own cock surged at the thought of what
was happening here.  They were pulling and tugging on Robert's nipples while
undoubtedly, his father's cock ground in his asscleft.  Robert's cock oozed
pre-cum and his balls had tightened with need.
	"He's not going to swallow it right away," Franklin said as he pumped his
son's ass with his own cock. "He likes to keep it in his mouth for a bit.
You should take it from him if he offers it. That really turns him on to
feed you."
	"I'm close, dad."
	"Let him do the work, son. Let him suck that load out of your hot cock."
	Robert shivered from top to toes and Franklin held onto his son when the
boy fell against him. He pulled harder on the boy's nipples as the moan of
release started in his throat and rose up just as his load did.  When it
reached his lips and had become full-throated, his body was rigid and he was
convulsing with the sensations.  It was then that Michael began to moan his
pleasurable acceptance of his brotherly load.  He couldn't hear himself, of
course, but Franklin heard him and it caused his own daddy dick to spasm
with pleasure.
	"Yeah, feel that mouth, son?" Franklin asked, still pulling on the nipples
in his hands.  "He's good, isn't he, son? Your little brother's a cocksucker
but good, isn't he?"
	"Goddamn, dad, he's fucking awesome." Robert replied as his copious cum
filled the sweet mouth he'd denied himself so long.  "Why did I wait so
long?"
	When Robert had filled Michael's mouth, he reached down and hooked his hand
under his brother's chin and pulled his face up.  Leaning down, he put his
lips to the younger and kissed him deep.  Then, just as his father had said,
Michael opened his mouth and Robert received the warm load he'd just shot.
Both brothers sucked at one another's mouth for a long time, so long that
Robert sank to his knees and hugged his brother tightly to him.  Together,
they sat on the floor of the bathroom and kissed one another, swapping cum
and spit, swallowing now and then but moaning together all the while.  Hands
roamed over skin, mouths closed and opened together, and their pricks
thickened again while their father watched.
	Franklin stroked his cock while he watched his boys kissing and stroking
one another.  A hand strayed up his hairy stomach to his silver ringed
nipples and pulled hard on each of them as he thumbed the head of his prick.
  Pre-cum oozed copiously as he watched Robert's tenderness in kissing
Michael. His breath quickened as he stroked himself, knowing that he was
close as his boys fondled one another and exchanged kisses so light and
tender.
	"Uh..." He said, his frame rocking a bit.
	"Dad." Robert said to Michael as he parted their lips.
	Michael turned at the same time Robert did and both boys crawled to where
their father stood stroking his prick.  On one side, Robert slid a hand up
his father's hairy legs to pull at the low-hanging balls and tease the
piercing just behind them.  Michael began tugging on the silver rings in his
father's nipples as he reached up the quaking, hairy torso.  His mouth
kissed and licked around the pubic area as his father stroked himself.
	Franklin felt as if he could blow at any moment but prolonged this eruption
for a bit while his son's oral treatment elevated him that much closer.  The
feathery feeling of his son's tongue on his shaved balls was making him that
much harder and his other son's caressing of his hairy legs was making him
want to explode that much more.
	"Fuck, guys," moaned their father as Robert and Michael continued their
stroking of his hot, rigid body.  "I'm so fucking close...don't stop. YEAH!
It's coming..."
	Robert leaned forward and opened his mouth.  Seeing his brother's action,
Michael followed suit, pressing his face against Robert's, mouth open and
waiting for his father's warm reward.
	Looking down, Franklin saw his sons, cheek to cheek, mouths open and
tongues stretched far, waiting for his pumping hand to deliver his sweet,
hot load to them both!  This turned him on far more than anything they'd
been doing to him.  The thick vein along the underside of his prick pulsed
once and he felt his load coming! The first string, he slung across
Michael's upturned face, landing a few drops on his tongue.  The second
string was flung across Robert's cheek, again landing a few drops on the
boy's tongue.  How he wanted to feed his boys as he shot his stuff!
Franklin moaned like a man possessed as he aimed at the open mouths that
waited for his cum.
	"Fuck, boys." He said as he slid the head of his still-oozing prick along
Michael's open mouth, letting him get the last drops of the sweet stuff.
"Daddy's drained."
	Releasing his still-hard cock, Franklin put a hand on the face of each of
his boys and smeared the sticky stuff all over them, each of them tonguing
his palm to taste the stuff when it passed over their mouths.  Robert kissed
his brother and Michael kissed back as Franklin took his cock in hand again.
  There was another load just waiting in his aching balls as he watched his
sons kiss beneath him.  He stroked his cock, using the remainder of what was
still oozing from the head to lube himself.
	"Jesus," he said as Robert tongued Michael's mouth with an abandon that
surprised him.  "Fuck, Robert, go easy on the boy. He's gotta catch his
breath."  Their father joked as both boys devoured one another, licking at
the cum on their faces and sharing what they could between them.
	Franklin moaned, still cock-handling himself as the boys kissed. Robert's
hand slid up the inside of his father's thigh and found the dark ring of
pleasure that he knew would be aching for some attention.  Franklin moved
his legs apart and allowed the probing finger, still jerking his cock.
	"Dad's gonna feed us again." Robert said to his brother, holding Michael's
head still with his free hand and turning his own to his father.  "Aren't
you daddy?"
	The word, "daddy" coming from Robert sent Franklin over the edge.  The
upturned face, the desire in those eyes and the open mouths again in front
of him brought the second orgasm to the surface and he showered his boys
with a fresh load.  Robert took the brunt of this one, his face
criss-crossed with silvery-white cum and his tongue swiping at all he could
get.
	"GODDAMN!" Franklin swore as he emptied his balls again, the finger in his
ass coaxing more from him.  "Eat that fucking load, boys! Drink daddy's cum
like good cock-whores."  He said, shaking his meat as it spewed its
love-stuff.
	"Damn, dad..." Robert said as he licked and sucked as the head of his
father's cock.  "Language...it's kinda hot.  You should talk like that more
often."
	"Get up here and give me that cock-slobbering mouth, fag." Franklin said,
taking Robert's hair in hand and tugging a bit.  "Kiss your daddy with that
cum-soaked tongue."
	Robert's cock jumped at the words as he stood.  He felt his brother's hand
wrap around it and begin to caress him as he pressed his lips to those of
his father's and the whole scene thrilled him. Beneath them, Michael made a
slurping sound and Robert felt a beautiful wetness surround his dick.
Michael was finally sucking his prick -- and it felt good. Fuck, it felt
great if he was honest with himself.
	"You should fuck your brother, Robert." Franklin said, releasing his son's
tongue and stepping behind him to reposition his own dick in the
now-familiar crack of his ass.  "You should slip that meat into his sweet
ass and let it stir his insides."
	"I don't...uh...think...ummmm," Robert began to protest as he rested against his
father's chest and let his brother's mouth work its magic again.  "I'm not
sure..."
	"Michael's sure." Franklin coaxed, tugging at the silver rings on his son's
chest.  "Look at him down there, priming that sweet prick of yours.  What do
you think he's doing that for? He wants it, Robert. He's wanted it for a
while now."
	"But..."
	"Yeah...his butt. Slip that rod into his sweet butt and watch it writhe for
you." Franklin said, his own dick jumping at the words he was saying to his
oldest.  "Raise him up off the floor and tell him you want to fuck him."
	Robert's mind railed against this.  His body betrayed him as he reached
down and pulled Michael's mouth from his dick.  The brother's eyes met and
Michael stood, a silvery web of spit and cum stringing his face.  Robert
kissed Michael again and then turned him to face the small vanity space and
gently pushed him forward.
	Michael looked a the three of them in the small oval mirror, meeting first
his father's gaze then his brother's.  His mouth parted and he smiled a bit
as it became clear to him what this was about.  He leaned forward and
brought his left leg up into the cramped space of the counter, bracing
himself in the small space.  Watching Robert move in behind him, he let his
mouth fall slack.  When he felt the first traces of warm, wet tongue
slipping into his hairy cleft, Michael's eyes half-closed in pleasure.
	Behind them, Franklin saw Robert kneel slowly, running his hands along
Michael's back and ass to part it.  His handsome face slid easily into the
nicely dark and slightly damp asscleft where he heard his son's slurping
begin low and rise in intensity.  Soon, Robert was sucking, licking,
slurping, fingering, tonguing and biting at Michael's ass and Franklin
watched his youngest's eyes close completely, his mouth slack with a wave of
pleasure threatening to drown him.
	Robert dragged his tongue from the pink-brown hole up Michael's back and to
his shoulders where he licked slowly from side to side and then along his
neck.  Biting slightly, he looked at Michael in the mirror and smiled.  Eyes
met again and Robert said plainly, "I'm going to fuck you, Michael.  Put my
cock into your asshole, now."
	Reading his brother's lips, Michael reached behind him and found the thick
meat and quickly put the bulbous head to his quivering hole.
	" `lease `ober...do it to me." Michael said in wavering want.  " `uck me." He
said with a pleading sincerity in his voice.
	"Do it, Robert," Franklin said, stepping behind his sons and placing his
hands on Robert's ass.  "Slip your prick into this sweet hole and fuck your
brother."
	Robert let his dick be positioned and then eased forward.  He watched for
any sign of discomfort from his sibling as he slid into him.  Michael's face
relaxed and he leaned forward, bracing himself more soundly on the mirror's
frame.  It was obvious to Robert this was what he wanted. When the head of
his hot dick slid into the hotter hole, there was no turning back for either
brother.  Michael nodded in the mirror and Robert slid an arm under his
sibling's raised left arm to hold him. Robert's other hand slipped up and
onto Michael's hip to hold him still.
	"That's it, son," Franklin said in a whisper behind them.  "Ease it into
him nice and slow.  He likes it slow at first."
	Robert registered the words but didn't know what they truly meant.  He held
onto Michael as he slid all of himself up into the dark, warm tunnel of
brotherly love.  Michael winced slightly but pushed back when Robert
stopped.  Inch by beautiful inch, Robert put all of his pulsing prick into
his brother's accommodating ass and when he was fully inside, Michael gasped
in pleasure at the throbbing invader.
	"Do it slow at first, son," Dad coached.  "Just your hips, move back a
bit."
	Following every movement his father suggested, Robert began to move inside
of his brother.  His hands grasped Michael's waist and upper chest, fingers
pulling at sensitive nipples and cupping quivering ass cheeks.  In mere of
seconds, Robert had set up a gentle emptying/filling rhythm of fucking his
younger brother.  Michael moaned with every thrust and pushed back to keep
Robert inside but the older Chalice still withdrew to leisurely slide into
the younger again.
	"Want more?" Robert said into the mirror and Michael nodded.  "Say my name,
Michael.  Say, Robert." He instructed, sounding the word perfectly so that
his brother could see the structure of his mouth and placement of his
tongue.  "Say it -- or I stop right now...come on, Michael...say, Robert."
	Michael watched, intent on the play of his brother's mouth and the intense
feeling of being filled with cock.  In his mind, he struggled to remember
the "r" sound and as he formed his lips in the same way his brother had, he
pushed out the sounds.
	"Robert." He said and his brother rewarded him with an inch of dick.
	"Now say, fuck." Robert instructed, rubbing a nipple hard.  "Say it..."
	"F..." Michael began, imitating the mirror image.  "F...uck." Came the
completed word, plainly and crisp.  "Fuck...M...e...Robert." Michael said, putting
the words together, himself.
	"Oh, baby." Robert said, his heart thumping hard then.  "Say it again, baby
brother. Say, fuck me, Robert."
	The words were slow to come but Michael obliged.  "Fuck...me...Robert."
	Another two inches were delivered with slow, measured movements as the
second, full "Fuck me, Robert" came from Michael's mouth.  Robert rewarded
him further by burying his rod when the third complete sentence came.
	"Hold him tighter." Franklin whispered, moving forward to slide his cock
into the cleft of Robert's ass.  "You're going to fuck him harder, son."
	"Say it again, Michael." Robert told his sibling through the mirror.  "Beg
me to fuck you."
	Michael did as he was told, setting up a chant of "fuck me, Robert" that
was emphasized with moans and small sighs intermingled with groans of
pleasure and attempts to keep his balance as Robert fucked him harder and
harder with each utterance of the words, it seemed.  Michael held onto the
hand-towel rod as his ass opened and clamped down on Robert with each thrust
into him.  He never stopped the chant of "fuck me, Robert, fuck me, Robert,
fuck me, Robert" for fear his brother would stop the blissful onslaught of
his asshole.  Each time he said the words, it sounded as if they were
sincere -- and they were.  He'd wanted this for SO long.
	"Now, really lay it to him," Franklin said as Michael gripped the towel-rod
tighter and lifted his left leg higher to open himself up more.  "He's
begging you to fuck him and he's opening that sweet ass more for your cock.
Fuck him, Robert. Fuck that sweet, young, willing ass. Fuck your brother's
hot hole, son...fuck him hard, Robert...fuck him hard and I just might do the
same to you, later."
	This last promise was like the final blow to a straining dam.  Robert's
hips began to rock back and forth, his hand began pulling hard on the
nipples they found and his free hand reached up and pushed Michael hard
against the mirror, stopping the chant of "fuck me, Robert, fuck me,
Robert."  Instead, Michael began to moan like a man possessed of passion and
furious pleasure.  His moans were deep and guttural and he pushed back on
every thrust Robert made.  He wanted this, the little fuck-whore, Robert
thought as he pushed a bit harder on his brother's head.
	"Yeah, he loves the rough stuff, son." Franklin chimed in, restraining
himself not to slide his cock into Robert's tight ass but contenting himself
to sliding in the crack, pre-cum oozing and making it a sticky trench of
tension.  "Slam that hole. Put that prick to his asshole, son. Fuck your
brother hard -- make him moan louder! Do it...fuck that sweet brother-ass,
son...do it for daddy. Fuck your brother for daddy, son."
	Robert began to moan too, a deep sound that came from his chest.  His hands
held his brother as his hips rocked madly back and forth delivering
cock-blow after cock-blow to the sweet ass that held it.  He was talking but
the words were garbled and lost as he buried his head on Michael's shoulder
and began biting, kissing, licking, sucking on the flesh as he fucked his
little brother just as his father was coaching him to do.  His father's wet,
solid, pulsing cock in the crack of his ass was driving him mad!
	"Goddamn!" He said, knowing his orgasm was coming.
	"In his ass, son! Shoot that sweet, hot load in his ass! Fill that sweet
hole up with your hot cum! He fucking loves to be full of cum!"
	Robert rocked forward, throwing his weight onto his brother as his dick
slid finally into the younger of the two.  The two of them pressed against
the mirror with Franklin's heavy body leaning forward to press them against
the glass in a more permanent way.  His heavy body pinned them and Robert
groaned loudly as his orgasm tore through his body.  Michael felt the first
shot of hotness in his ass and his voice joined Robert's.  His hand reached
back to hold onto the gushing hose, afraid he'd miss a drop.  Robert thrust
deeper, spraying his load into his brother and gasping for air.
	"Yeah! Clench that ass, son." Franklin said as Robert's tight cheeks began
milking precum from him.  "Oh that's fine, son...that's fucking fine, Robert."
	Robert moaned again, feeling that was all he could do as he finished
cumming, finally.  His head fell onto Michael's and he kissed his brother's
shoulders from one to the other as they were all held in place by their
father's heavy weight.  Michael let his face press against the glass of the
mirror, unable to hear the panting and heavy breathing but knowing from the
feel of the bodies pressed against him that they were just as drained as he
felt now.
	"Boys..." Franklin started, leaning back and half-staggering to the tub.  "I
think we need to take a bath and go to bed."
	Robert pulled gently from his brother's ass and helped Michael bring his
bent leg from the counter.  When they faced one another, the two kissed
deeply, hands groping and rubbing, searching and holding onto one another.
Franklin started the water as the younger Chalice men sank again to the
floor in a tangle of mouths, hardening cocks, arms, fingers, hands and
moans.  Boys, he thought as he pulled the towels from the very small closet
and laid them alongside the tub.
	Sitting on the edge of the tub, he watched his boys settle into a mutually
beneficial pose, legs bent at the knee and folded around the waist of the
other.  They kissed deeply, tonguing one another and Franklin wondered if
this were truly their first time, the way they pawed at one another and
pulled at each other.  It had to have been, he thought, Michael would have
told him something like this.  He was getting hard again and he knew that it
would only get worse.
	Robert pulled back first, noticing their father watching them.  He let
Michael put his cock in his mouth and he wondered how his father felt about
it.  They had just fucked the hell out of Michael and again, he wondered how
his father felt.  Standing, he went to where Franklin sat on the edge of the
tub and knelt down in front of him.  The two looked at one another for a
long while, neither of them saying anything.
	With a gentleness and a slow passion, Franklin leaned forward and kissed
his son.  There were no tongues, simply flesh meeting and pressing against
flesh.  Father's hands found shoulders and he held his son to him in a warm
embrace.  They were there for the longest time and there were no words
spoken between them.  Michael rounded the two of them and slipped into the
warm water of the tub. This discrete action broke the kiss and Franklin
turned on the edge and smiled down at his younger son.
	"Dirty boy, huh?" he smiled, taking the soap and dipping it into the water.
	"Daddy's gonna clean you up." Robert said playfully as he slipped into the
other end of the tub and let Michael's feet slip around his waist.  "Baby
brother's not quite so little anymore, huh?"
	"Robert." Michael responded, the word perfectly clear, letter for letter.
He smiled at his brother and slipped a foot into his crotch.  "I love `ou."
	"I love you too, baby brother."
	"My boys are too sweet." Franklin added as he soaped up Michael's upper
torso and started on his hair as he stood and moved behind the boy.  "You
liked it didn't you?" He asked Robert with a smile, knowing Michael wouldn't
know anything that he said.  "You liked sliding that sweet cock up into his
ass, didn't you?"
	"Dad's talking nasty about you." Robert told his brother with a mischievous
smile. "We'll get him back, later." He winked as he repositioned the foot in
his crotch so that it held up the thickening cock he was sporting.
	"Help me lean him forward."
	Franklin took his son under the arms and with Robert's help, they eased the
boy down into the tub so that the soap could be rinsed from his hair and
body.  When he sat up, Franklin settled into the tub behind him and spread
his legs to let the boy rest against his chest.  Robert's legs rubbed his
father's in the spacious tub and both men felt the erotic charge this
produced.  They looked at one another for a moment and Robert looked at
Michael for what seemed like the first time.
	Robert took in the way Michael's frame rested against his father's.  He saw
the way his father's arms wrapped gently but knowingly around his son and it
all slipped into place.  The coaching earlier, the smiles, the bits and
pieces slipped into place and he smiled again at the two of them.  They'd
been fucking for years, he said to himself and watched his father slip an
absent finger along Michael's torso and into the wet pubic hair to touch his
cock.
	Michael's eyes closed as his father's hand did the same over his dick.
	Robert watched this small gesture and his own cock stiffened.  His father
stroked his brother's hair and lazily toyed with the boy's cock and still,
Michael's eyes remained closed in bliss.  Robert leaned forward and added
his own hand to his father's, stroking the beautiful balls that were full
beneath his dick.  His father's hand brushed his own and Robert smiled at
him.  He thought of the times he'd passed up this opportunity to do this and
he smacked himself in the head each time. Why hadn't he taken advantage of
the openness of his family earlier than now?
	"He's full of cum." Franklin said and Robert nodded.  "Wanna taste it?"
	"Oh yeah."
	Franklin slipped his hands under Michael's legs and raised him slightly out
of the water, slipping his own, hairy legs beneath his son. With this new
positioning, Michael's nice cock was out of the water and free for Robert to
slip his lips around.  Michael's eyes never opened but his mouth parted with
this new sensation.  He knew his brother's mouth would bring him to cumming
soon.  Earlier, while he was being fucked within an inch of his young life,
he'd almost spewed all over the wall but hadn't.
	"Suck me, Robert." He said plainly and dreamily.
	"Boy knows what he wants." Franklin said, pulling on each of Michael's
nipples.
	Robert's fingers inched into his brother's tight asshole, cleaning it,
rubbing it, opening it tenderly but surely.  When it was clean, he began to
finger him, the squirming a good indication he was doing something that was
pleasurable. A sucking sound echoed in the small bathtub as Robert began
mouthing his brother's cock in earnest.
	"I wish you could hear your brother, baby." Franklin said softly as the
licked his son's neck and kissed at the tender flesh, biting in between
words.  "He's loving this. Finally, after all this time, he's got a chance
to taste your sweetness and he's loving it."
	Michael's hard cock was consumed from head to base in a deep gesture of
lust. Robert's mouth clamped down with a suction that made both of them
dizzy and he began a rhythmic up and down motion that caused his brother to
squirm and moan deliciously.  With his free hand, Robert found his father's
hard cock and put the head to the fingered hole of his brother, intent on
exchanging one for the other.  The thick shaft of daddy dick seemed to agree
with this plan as it jumped when the head met the tender flesh of Michael's
well-finger asshole.
	"Oh, boy...daddy's loving your dirty little mind."
	Michael moaned again as Robert slipped the head of their father's prick
into his ass.  Robert's mouth never let up, even as Franklin slid easily
into Michael's hole, filling the boy in one silky movement.  Because of how
they were all positioned in the tub, the youngest of the three was simply
impaled on prick as his own was swallowed over and over.  Michael's foot
found Robert's cock and began to massage it as best he could.
	"He's close, Rob." Franklin said, still tugging at his son's erect nipples.
  "He's gonna fill that mouth soon, boy.  That hip-thrust he's doing? That's
a sure sign he's going to spill that sweet stuff just any minute now."
	Michael began moaning.  Long, deep moans as he ground himself down on his
father's dick while wishing to thrust his hips up toward his brother's mouth
and not really able to do either.  He felt his body tense with the
approaching orgasm and he let all of that pent-up frustration go in a deep
and guttural moan as he grabbed Robert's head and held him still.
	"He's cumming!" Franklin said as he saw this.
	Robert simply swallowed, working his jaws as he moved back and forth still
faster on Michael's cock as his mouth filled with the sweet-salt of semen!
He didn't swallow, knowing they would all want to taste this sweet gift and
when his mouth was finally full, he pulled off the softening stick and moved
up to kiss Michael and to give him the first taste of his treasure.
	Again Michael moaned as his mouth was flooded with his own load.
	Franklin was next and he moaned too with the surprisingly warm, sweet load.
  When the two others had been fed, Robert savored the taste a bit longer
before finally swallowing his treat.  He even licked his lips as he kissed
his brother and father again before settling back in the tub, soaping
himself and rinsing as Michael negotiated his ass free of his father's
engorged cock.
	"Damn that was hot, boys." Franklin said, taking the soap from his son and
beginning the same regiment.  "What do you say we all go to bed and see what
we can get into there?"
	"Robert `an fuck my ass again." Michael said playfully but with a hint of
seriousness as he dried himself from head to toe.  "I `ink I `an `ake it
again."
	"We can take turns, baby boy." His father said with a smile as he dried
himself.
	As Robert was getting out of the bath and reaching for the offered towel,
he and his father heard a knock at the front door of the small cabin.
Franklin wrapped the towel he was holding securely around his waist and
ruffled Michael's hair as he headed out of the room.  Michael watched him
and looked to Robert for an explanation of why he was leaving the room.
	"Someone's at the door."
	Michael nodded, toweling his toes and hanging the towel up.
	Franklin walked through the warm living room, dreading having to open the
door to the cold but not bothering to dress as he went.  When he reached the
door, he opened it to see a big, burly man standing there in a down jacket,
hat, thick pants and thicker boots.  Franklin smiled and the man smiled
back. He allowed the newcomer inside and quickly closed the door.  As he was
doing so, he turned to see the man already taking off the jacket and gloves.
	"I was beginning to think you weren't coming." Franklin said to him as
Robert and Michael came from the bathroom, Michael in a towel and Robert
nude.  "Are the roads bad?"
	"Not terrible, no." The man said, shaking his head and sitting down on the
couch to unlace his boots.  "I took off this weekend but had to go by the
station to do some paperwork before heading up."
	"Well, I'm glad you could come up, Elias." Franklin said, hanging up the
coat and moving the boots to the door when they were free.  "The boys and I
just finished a bath but there's still plenty of hot water if you want to
get in and warm up."
	"Yeah, Uncle Elias," Robert said cheerily.  "You must be frozen to the bone
after all that time in the cold.  I could start your bath for you."
	"That would be great, Robert." Elias replied, catching the "bone"
reference.
	"We thought we'd head to bed after that." Franklin told his brother.
	"That sounds good to me." Elias said, meeting Robert's gaze as he started
unbuttoning his shirt.  "That sounds real good."