Date: Wed, 16 Nov 2005 22:10:53 -0800 (PST)
From: Rebel <rebel7772005@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Dad and His Boys - Chapter 6
A Dad and his Boys
Originally By
Marc Paige
Written By
Rebel
Chapter 6
The following story contains graphic sexual scenes involving two dads and
their four sons. If material of this nature offends you then you should
not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in
most states, you are not allowed to read this story by law.
This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living
or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental.
Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story are in no way
intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions.
The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or
publication of this story is allowed, except by the websites to which it
has been posted, without the consent of the author.
IMPORTANT NOTE
As I've mentioned at the end of part one of this story I'm too busy to
continue it myself so I've turned over writing to Rebel who did a great job
on another chapter for your reading pleasure. I hope you enjoy his writing
as much as I did. Marc
If you have any questions, you can e-mail me at: ollie_901@hotmail.com
Send any comments you have about this story to Rebel at
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Over the next week, we gradually adjusted our rhythms of living to
accommodate having three bedrooms for the boys to spread out. I made sure
to come home "late" on Monday, making sure that the boys had all of the
privacy they needed to explore this new side of Berry. Jeff was beside
himself as he related how Berry had made him raw because he wouldn't take
no for an answer, and made Jeff fuck him to four separate orgasms while he
went through at least twice as many of his `dry cums'. I had to chuckle
when Jeff swore that Berry was a monster and that he wouldn't allow THAT to
happen again.
Joe called on Wednesday night to tell us that he had re-confirmed his
reservations and his arrival times into Portland airport. I'm glad that
they were traveling east to west and were able to take advantage of the two
hour time difference between us. That way, when the boys got out of a half
day at school, they could leave immediately and still get in here at a
reasonable time. Jeff and Timmy talked to each of their counterparts and
seemed enthused at their arrival. We still weren't sure of the sleeping
arrangements and I figured that we'd just play it by ear after they
arrived. I told Joe to not let the boys fill up on junk food as they flew
since I was planning on taking everyone to the yacht club for a nice
welcome dinner after they touched down.
Work was just kinda `there', and I was so pre-occupied, even my secretary
noticed and commented to me. After I explained that my brother and his
sons were visiting for the first time after my wife died, she let it be
known around the company, which helped a lot with my absentmindedness and
made sure that I was out of there on time each night. Everything that I
could think of was done, and when I picked the boys up on Friday night, I
saw that they were as nervous as I was.
As we were sitting in the waiting lounge for arriving passengers and
watching the plane pull up to the jetway, I was as nervous as a cat in a
room full of rocking chairs. Suddenly my mouth went dry and my palms
started to sweat; `what was I doing here,' I thought, `trying to recapture
my youth in a desperate attempt to turn back time?'
Chapter 6
Since only passengers are allowed through security these days, I kept the
boys on the observation deck until I was sure that most passengers had
cleared the concourse and were on their way to the baggage claim area. We
merged with the crowd as we descended the stairs and were swept along until
we found ourselves dumped into a very large room filled with stainless
steel carousels and people mulling around, waiting for the alarm to sound,
the conveyor belts to start up, and the contents of the belly of the beast
to be disgorged, starting the mad scramble for the appropriate luggage.
The surging mass of humanity before me was intimidating, and I began to
wonder about the sanity of trying to meet anyone here. I needn't have
worried; Joe's 6'2" frame was imposing enough to see over the heads of most
of the crowd. As I herded the boys toward them, I was transported back to
our high school years as I saw the tailored western shirt tucked neatly
into that trim waist. Oh, how I hated him for that; I've had to deal with
a tendency toward love handles, while Joe has always looked neat and trim.
As we got closer, my personal, 10 year old PA system, hollered out, "UNCLE
JOE!!" causing him to turn in our direction. I'm glad he has quick
reflexes; he found his arms filled with 90 pounds of squirming boy.
"Timmy," he said as he closed his arms around the small boy in a bear hug
and swirled around, clearing a small circle of onlookers. Timmy is my real
affectionate one, so it was little surprise to look up and see them kissing
on the lips. Jeff is more reserved and was standing close by my side. I
looked to Joe's side and saw Billy and Steve standing beside their father.
When Billy saw me, his face lit up and he took two giant strides toward me,
extending his arms. `My god, he's grown,' I saw as he approached. When
his arms went around me, I noticed that we were almost eye to eye. `He's
6' tall and he's only 15,' I was amazed. We broke the hug and I leaned
over a bit to take the more reserved Steven into my arms as Joe grabbed
onto Jeff.
As we finished our pleasantries, I stood and locked eyes with Joe. I
suddenly had the overpowering urge to be held by my big brother and stepped
into his welcoming embrace. His strong arms encircling me sent a myriad of
special feelings coursing through my body, and I was transported back to
being 8 years old, in the middle of the night, the thunder and lightening
of a summer South Dakota thunderstorm raging outside our upstairs bedroom
window, and his warm, 14 year old body keeping me safe. There must have
been something there for him too, because I felt him kiss me firmly on the
neck, and then whisper in my ear, "It's ok Billy, it's ok. I'm here little
brother," just like he used to.
`Everything's all right now,' I thought as I twisted my head and kissed his
neck. It was only then that I felt the moisture on his collar and pulled
back to feel tears running down my cheeks. The strain and built up
emotions of the last two years suddenly came rushing out and I held onto my
big brother for all I was worth, trying desperately to curb the tears. I'm
glad we were near a bank of those airport waiting room chairs, and I saw
the look of alarm on the four boys' faces as Joe eased us over there and
sat me down.
"Steve, Billy, you two take Jeff and Timmy, and the four of you can find
our bags. Don't worry guys; Uncle Bill is fine, he's just so happy to see
us." The boys scooted away, now having a job to do, and Joe turned around
in the next attached seat and locked eyes with me again. He didn't say
anything, just grinned that same reassuring smile I have known all of my
life, and kept his arm resting on my shoulder. `He always did know just
what to say or do,' I thought as I looked again into those deep, warm,
brown pools that seemed to divine even your innermost thoughts. My anxiety
attack lessened and I was gradually able to get my emotional outburst under
control. Just as I was thinking about it, a bright red bandana magically
appeared in front of me. I wiped my eyes and started to fold it back when
he commanded, "Blow!" just like old times.
I dutifully blew my nose, refolded his kerchief the best I could, and
handed it back. He took it and slid it in his pocket just as he had done
when we were growing up. I looked over and saw Timmy, the smallest of our
boys, lugging over the largest of the three cases as the boys returned. I
knew that it was his way of proving that he was just as big a boy as the
others so I refrained from commenting and just chuckled. Joe glanced in
the direction I was looking and I saw a scowl cross his face when he saw
that Billy, the largest, was empty-handed. Billy saw it too, and asked his
dad for the tickets so he could check them out through security at baggage
claim. Joe pulled the tickets out of his jacket pocket and handed them
over. Billy wasted no time in herding the boys over to the uniformed
people who were checking the numbers on the tags to verify ownership.
I got up and as we started through the automatic doors, I told the boys to
wait on the curbside while Joe and I caught the shuttle to take us to my
van in one of the many parking lots. As we took our seats on the bus, Joe
turned to me and asked, "Why didn't you call me before it got this bad?"
All I could do was to revert to our teenage years when he would ask me a
similar question, and just shrugged my shoulders with a half-assed grin.
"No matter; I'm here now and we'll talk more at home, but right now I could
eat a horse! I think you said something about a Yacht Club..."
We talked as we rode, easily falling back into the long-practiced habits of
conversation that we had polished over a lifetime of sharing and loving,
and telling each other our secrets. We got off where I indicated and
walked toward my van as I punched the remote on my keychain, unlocking the
doors for us. Joe just grinned at me as we got buckled in rather than his
usual comments about `my newfangled gadgets'. I negotiated the lot, paid
the toll at the exit booth, and then made my way back around the loop back
to the terminal to retrieve the boys. With all of the added security these
days, the roving patrols eye a driver who leaves his seat, making sure that
he doesn't leave the close vicinity. "I guess they really mean that this
is a `No Parking Zone'," Joe commented and I looked up as we were loading
the bags in the back to see that he was staring at the wrecker that was
running and under flashing yellow lights parked at the start of the
`Arrivals' lanes in front of the terminal.
We all got in the many seats of the van, the boys sorting out who was going
to sit where and getting buckled in as I said, "Yeah, they really go nuts
if a driver gets more than a few feet away from his car. And heaven forbid
that he goes inside to get someone – by the time he's back, his car is gone
and it'll cost him $350 to get it back." The boys sat kinda dumbstruck as
Joe whistled between his teeth and I put the van into gear and headed down
the ramp to merge into traffic heading toward downtown.
Portland is one of those middle-aged, western cities that isn't old enough
to have re-vitalized the downtown and dockside areas like many of the
cities back east, and is a hodge-podge of affluent high-rises located next
to a wharfside warehouse district. The Portland Yacht Club is one of the
poshest restaurants on the entire Columbia River, but to get to it, you
have to go through some rather seedy areas. As the sun was getting close
to setting out toward the mouth of the river, it presented a fantastic view
of the evening sailboats heading out and the play of light and dark off the
water and the competing buildings. Everyone was quiet and just gawking at
the sites as I negotiated the various turns and one-way streets to get us
to the underground garage closest to our destination. I parked and we
walked out onto Marine Drive and headed toward the Expo Center and the
boardwalk area.
Conversation was light, catching up on everything since the last time we
were all together – which, unfortunately, was Betty's funeral. The boys
seemed to easily fall back into their camaraderie from earlier times, and
laughed and joked as we walked. The lights were starting to wink on as we
entered the Yacht Club. I was by no means a `regular' but they treated us
as if we were. When I made the reservation, I requested a table by the
front windows since I had relatives coming in from out of state, and wanted
to show off our town a little. The staff really outdid my expectations;
the had us seated overlooking the sailboats on the river, and on one of the
three main promontories that projected out onto the river.
The meal was fantastic, and I was amazed to see that all four of our eating
machines were so well satiated that they actually turned down the dessert
cart when the waiter wheeled it over to our table. I was only mildly
surprised when I saw the nearly $300 bill for the six of our dinners, but
that did include our wine that I splurged with for the occasion. Joe and I
relaxed on the outside deck enjoying an after dinner cigarette when Steve
came up to me and gave me a big hug, then went off with the others as they
climbed down the 1,000 steps to the riverfront. I looked over to Joe, but
he looked about as baffled as I was and could only shrug at his son's
actions.
We watched the sun set completely and the lights gradually light up on each
of the sailboats as they silently glided back upriver to their moorings.
The boys returned from their excursion and we made our way back to the van
to head out of town; we still had about an hour's drive before we were
home. About halfway there, I noticed a general lull in the conversation,
so I glanced in the mirror. The combination of a full meal, the excitement
of the day, and the travel west had subdued the usually boisterous brood,
and I saw that Timmy and Steve had fallen asleep entwined on one side of
the back seat, and Jeff was gently stroking the hair of a sleeping Billy in
the third seat. Jeff smiled at me when he caught my eye, and I tapped Joe
on the shoulder, indicating that he needed to look in the back seats.
After he had looked at the boys, he slid his hand onto my knee and gave me
a gentle squeeze, reassuring me as I drove south.
It was almost 10pm when I wheeled the van into our driveway and straight
into the garage. Joe and I roused the boys and we made a ragtag procession
into the house and down the hall. Since I was late getting inside after
closing the car and the garage, I saw Joe heading into my room, so I
followed him down the hall. As I passed Timmy's room, I looked in and saw
that Steve had joined him there, so I guessed that Billy would be bunking
with Jeff. I rounded the doorway and saw Joe just coming out from my
bathroom. "Ahhh, I needed that," he said as he only buttoned the waist
button, ignoring the zipper on his slacks.
"You can hang up anything you want here," I told Joe, indicating my
walk-in.
He put up his hand and responded, "That can wait `til morning bro, nothing
I brought will wrinkle. Let's check on the boys and see if we can call it
a night. After all, it IS past midnight back home." I hadn't given a lot
of thought to the jet lag but I understood his thinking. We walked over to
Timmy's room and saw that both of our boys were stripped and bushing their
teeth. We just looked at each other and grinned; obviously, they had the
same idea. I walked over and turned down Timmy's new bed, ready for them
to climb in. As I was bent over, my back was suddenly attacked. I grabbed
a bare lag and rolled him onto the soft mattress. It was then I saw that
it was my nephew, Steven. He threw his arms around my neck and I kind of
slid him into position with his head on the pillow, and he released his
grip.
"Thanks for inviting us out Uncle Bill, it's a lot better than being bored
at home," he said up to me as I pulled the covers up and watched as Timmy
bounced onto the other side. Joe went over, pulled the covers up for him,
and gave him a quick peck on the head.
"You're very welcome Steven," I told him, "I'm glad to have you here. I
hope we have a lot of fun while you're here. I know the boys are really
glad you came – now they can escape from the old man." I gave him a quick
peck on the cheek and could see that he was heavy lidded and I was sure
they'd both be in dreamland in no time. Bill and I walked out the door and
as I turned off the lights and closed the door, the last thing I saw were
two mopheads looking like little angels.
We walked into Jeff's room since the door was open, and the efficient Billy
was just hanging up clothes in Jeff's closet. "So what are you guys
planning for the rest of the evening?" Joe asked them.
"I'm beat dad," Billy answered. "Are you guys gonna stay up?"
"Nah, it's past midnight back home, and it's been a long time since 5am
this morning," Joe told him as I watched Billy follow Jeff's lead and start
to undress. "If you guys do stay up, please keep it down, ok? The little
guys are already asleep and I think Bill and I are headed that way too."
"We will Uncle Joe," Jeff told him as he walked over in his boxer-briefs
and gave him a hug and a quick kiss. `Damn, Billy has really turned out
great,' I saw as he walked over to me with his eyes twinkling beneath his
mop of red-brown hair. I held my arms out and he came into a nice
"brotherly" embrace and clapped me on the back.
"Thanks for asking us to come out on our break Uncle Bill," he said as he
pulled back and looked at me.
"I'm glad you all could come; now, off to bed guys," and made a move to
turn down the bed for them.
"DAAADDD!" Jeff wailed and I knew instinctively that I had overstepped my
bounds in his hurry to act grown up. I looked over at him with a sheepish
blush and moved back toward the middle of the room.
"Good night son; sleep tight," I said as I gave him a quick hug and stood
back up. He gave me a slight glare as he stepped over to give Joe a hug,
then the two of us left them to sort things out for themselves, and went
back to my room and closed the door.
"The boys have really grown Bill," Joe commented as we started to undress.
"So have yours. I couldn't believe how great Billy looked when he took off
his shirt," I said before I thought about what I was saying. It dawned on
me what I'd said and I stole a glance at Joe who was grinning back at me.
"Yes... I know," he said as he took off his slacks and hung them on the
back of the chair. "Can you believe that we wear the same size jeans?" I
guess my slightly shocked expression made him chuckle and he continued,
"Yeah, he's all legs right now, but he's already a 32" waist." His comment
about waists steered my eyes toward his tiny waist (well, tiny as compared
to mine, and he IS 6 years older) and I saw his amply stuffed briefs. I
felt myself getting hard, so I immediately looked away and went into the
bathroom to finish in there. I was standing, unloading in the commode with
my semi in my hand when he walked in and came up behind me. "What's the
matter little brother; did something `come up'?" And he slid his bare arms
around my chest and gave me a slight squeeze.
I shook off hastily since I knew I was doomed. "Ohhhh gaawwddd," I groaned
as I felt his warm body snuggle up close behind me. I left my shorts
hooked under my balls and laid my hands over his, enjoying the embrace. I
was rock hard in an instant and knew it was an impossible task to hide it.
I melted back into Joe and felt his throbbing cock between my covered butt
cheeks. Joe leaned forward and nibbled on my neck, sending jolts of
electricity down my spine. I was just about ready to turn and take him in
my mouth when he took a step back, causing me to be off balance.
"Sorry bro, but I've gotta go too," he said as he steadied me but stepped
around and took aim at the bowl. I looked down at that marvelous tool of
his that I had known almost all my life and again marveled at the size and
the fact that he could bend it down and take a piss while he was hard.
That's something that neither the boys nor I can do, but Joe's been able to
do it for as long as I can remember. As he was standing there, I suddenly
woke from my reverie and stepped to the sinks to brush my teeth. When Joe
finished, he stepped beside me and asked, "I'm too lazy to go digging for
my toilet kit; have got another one of those?" I reached in a drawer and
brought out one of the several that my dentist insisted on giving me on
every cleaning visit, whether I needed it or not. He picked up my
toothpaste and I had a sudden flashback to the many times that we were in
the same positions, doing the same things so many years ago.
I finished before he did and walked back into the bedroom. I didn't even
hesitate but pulled off my undies and threw them in the clothes hamper,
just like I always do, and sat on the edge of the bed as Joe turned off the
light and walked out of the bathroom with that gorgeous body of his moving
to that easy gait that I had always admired. He walked around the bed and
crawled under the covers just as if he'd done it all of his life. I
reached over and turned off the light, then swiveled around and slid under
the covers. I was wondering if I could snuggle up close to Joe when I felt
the bed shift and his arms reach out for me. I didn't hesitate but
snuggled in close, resting my head on his chest, just like I did so many
years ago. I knew I was safe in my brother's arms.
"Little brother, I really am beat," he whispered down to me. "Can we talk
in the morning?"
"Sure big brother," I replied, torn between understanding his long day, and
wishing that we were `gonna do something'. "We can talk whenever. I just
feel safe now that you're here – we can do a lot of things. I'm sure the
boys will want to--"
"Ssnnoooorrrttt," interrupted my discourse. I smiled inwardly as his long
day had caught up to him. Even in sleep, he made me feel more at home and
at ease than I had felt in a long, long time. I snuggled in close and
deeper into the covers, then gently fell into my own dreamless sleep.
I knew it was early; much earlier than I usually woke up, even with the
alarm. As I was slowly coming to, I realized that it must be close to dawn
since the half-light coming through the windows made it seem early. I was
becoming aware that I was getting a blowjob, and really warmed to the idea
when I remembered that it was Joe with whom I had gone to sleep. It didn't
take a lot and soon I was swooning to the feelings that were racing from my
groin to my brain and back. Suddenly, I shot like what felt like an ocean
of cum, but Joe didn't miss a beat and swallowed every little bit – just
like he had throughout our teens. I felt exhausted as I lay there on the
bed, but I do remember Joe crawling up close to me and wrapping me in the
soft, warm cocoon of his arms as I drifted back to sleep.
I gradually started to come out of the fog and realized that it was no
longer early. As I peeked out at the new day, I saw a strong bare leg fill
my field of vision. Awareness seeped into my brain and I rolled over
slightly and picked up my head to look fully at Joe just sitting on the bed
Indian style and looking back at me. "What... what time is it?" I was
finally able to squeak out of my cotton filled mouth.
"It's late," Joe answered as I saw him glance over my shoulder and look at
the clock. "7:44 – hell, I'd already have the chores done, breakfast over,
and the boys on the bus for school. The day's half gone already." I
glared at him as I pulled myself to a sitting position, but I well
understood what he was talking about, since we grew up together on the same
farm where he still lives with his sons, although now he refers to it as `a
ranch'. The day starts early facing demands from both crops and livestock
that won't wait while the farmer gets a leisurely start.
"Yeah, I know brother dearest," I sneered back at him. "Since I've left
the farm life for, as you call it, my slacker, city slicker life, I'm
usually up at six and getting breakfast for my own eating machines before
putting them on the bus myself. Then it was back here to get Betty bathed
and her meds taken, then get her comfortable in the living room and
prepared for her day. Then grab a real quick shower – some days not more
that a `splash and a hope', then dressed and out the door to get to the
office by 9 sharp. After all, I must lead by example," I joked, but when I
looked up at him expecting to see his wise-ass grin, I saw tears streaking
down him cheeks. "Joe, what's wrong?" I asked him urgently as I reached
for his hands.
"I'm sorry Billy, I didn't think about what your life must have been like
since... since..." I took him in my arms and held him, trying to protect
my protector.
"Shush Joe," I whispered, "You had no way of knowing... and I should have
kept my mouth shut," I said remorsefully.
"No little brother, it seems to me that you've been keeping everything
bottled up inside for long enough – you NEED to get it out where it can
heal," my wisdom filled protector explained. Now I was wondering who was
comforting whom. Now that I was a lot more awake, I became aware of the
urgent need to piss, so I wheeled around and slid off the bed, heading
toward the bathroom as my brother chuckled at my urgency.
After I'd pissed and brushed my teeth to get rid of the dreaded morning
breath, I walked back into my bedroom and was surprised at seeing Joe
spread out on the bed, slowly jacking that wonderful weapon of his rampant
between his legs. I glanced over to the door, thinking of the boys there
in the house, but dismissed the thought and bounded back onto the bed,
relieving him of that `little' chore. His hard shaft in my hard felt
really nice; it had been way too long since I had felt his cock. I leaned
forward and slowly slipped my tongue around the inside of his receding
foreskin, eliciting a long moan from Joe. When I got all the way around
and was slurping on the underside of his cockhead, he almost lost it and
pushed up a bit, pushing himself more into my mouth but not enough to cause
me to choke.
I started an up and down motion, taking him deeper with each thrust, and I
could feel his passion rising from deep within his loins. I had a flash of
an idea that I didn't want him to shoot that way for the first time with
me. I came all the way off of his cock and looked into his wondering hazel
eyes as I reached over to the drawer beside the bed. Joe must have
realized what I was up to, because he smiled and relaxed back into the
pillow. I grabbed the tube of KY, mentally making a note that I needed to
buy some more. I squeezed out a glob onto my fingertips and slurped it
around Joe's shaft, being sure to pay attention to the tip and his foreskin
without getting him off. I used whatever was remaining on my hand to
slather up my ass cheeks, then wiped the excess on the towel I snagged from
the drawer. His smile hadn't left his face and I swung my leg over his
near non-existent belly while I never looked anywhere else.
I eased back a little and raised up, feeling back for his shaft to guide it
into me. I slid his cockhead forward as I rose, and felt his soft skin
tingle on the pucker of my rear chute. I had longed for this moment for a
long time and couldn't bring myself to delay it any longer, so I relaxed my
legs, allowing my ass to slip down and the orifice to open, absorbing his
head inside. I held still for a moment, savoring the feel of my big
brother inside me again, and was I ever thankful for my boys helping me so
much over the past few weeks; I didn't hurt a bit – only warm comfort. I
slowly sank down all the way to his pubes as I enjoyed the deep
penetration. I sat there, slowly sliding forward and back, and side to
side, enjoying the prong as it moved around inside of my bowels.
I had raised and lowered my body several times, enjoying the zinger
feelings that came from my prostate, when I froze in place after I heard,
"Way ta go dad!" from behind me. I looked down at Joe and saw a shocked –
worried – perplexed look on his face that must have matched my own. I had
a thousand thoughts zap through my head at once, but foremost was `What do
I do now?' A second later, that decision was taken out of my hands. From
my peripheral vision, I saw naked bodies sidle their way up both sides of
the bed and just watch Joe and me. I looked to my left and saw Timmy
standing beside gorgeous little Steve, both sticking right straight out in
front. I could feel my face burning with embarrassment as I slowly rotated
my head to my right to see Jeff standing beside an Adonis with bronze
colored hair surrounding his equally rampant 7 inch, uncut cock.
I felt a jiggling below me and swung my head back to see Joe starting to
chuckle at my predicament; hard as a rock, leaking precum like a faucet,
with his large woody sunk deep inside my ass. As his chuckling changed
into a full-blown belly laugh, the comicality of the situation sank in and
I started to laugh too. I pushed up with my thighs, allowing his cock to
plop out of my ass, and then lay down beside Joe on the bed and looked up
at four chuckling little imps. "Why'd you stop dad?" asked Timmy. Trust
him to be the least modest and most outward of the bunch.
I was still too stunned for words, but Joe seemed to have a handle on it as
he patted the bed, indicating that the boys should sit on the bed with us.
At this point, I decided that they had all seen everything, so there was no
use in trying to cover up. I just lay beside Joe as he asked, "Ok guys,
what's goin' on?" Now it was the boys' turn to blush and look at each
other rather than at us. Joe still had a questioning look on his face, but
I think I had it figured out.
"Did you guys enjoy yourselves this morning?" I asked the group in general,
and true to form, Timmy took the bait.
"Yeah dad; Stevie fucks really neat!" he blurted out. I thought Joe was
gonna choke next to me as he coughed loudly. Poor Steve looked like he was
gonna die on the spot.
"Oh yeah? And how many times?" I asked leading him down the garden path
and knowing that he'd be the best source of information from the boys – he
never could keep his enthusiasm under wraps.
"Twice for me and three times for Stevie," he gushed. Joe was almost in
stitches as I was leading Timmy along and Steve was dying a thousand
deaths. Jeff and Billy were squirming on the bed, looking guilty as hell,
and I could hardly wait to ask the next question.
"And Jeff and Billy?" I asked and I thought that Joe was gonna go into
cardiac arrest at that.
"They were doing each other... and all night long!" he emphasized, "But I
don't know how many times daddy; they wouldn't tell me. I can hardly wait
until Billy will put his dickie into me though, he's almost as big as you
are," he beamed at all of us, unaware of his indiscretions. I knew I had
to keep a straight face right now and slowly looked at each face in front
of me. I could see by the questions on the other's faces that we all had
some serious talking to do.
"I need some coffee guys; what say we all go into the kitchen so we can
talk?" The boys slowly filed out and Joe and I got up on the opposite
sides of the bed. I grabbed a pair of nylon workout trunks from a drawer,
and threw a pair over to Joe since I knew he hadn't unpacked yet. We
hastily pulled them up our bare legs, not making eye contact as we
proceeded down the hall to the kitchen counter. Jeff had already poured
two cups and one was black while the other was doctored for me. Joe didn't
hesitate but took a swig as he sat down at one end of the table as I
grabbed my cup and sat at the other end. "I thought you always used sugar,
Joe?" I said when I saw him drink without adding his customary two scoops.
"This has something sweet in it," he said astonished at what he did.
"It's real sugar Uncle Joe," Jeff said, "Billy told me how you liked it
when I poured them."
"Now you see why I keep them around," I said in a feeble attempt at levity
that I could see that no one was buying. "Well," I started, dreading the
necessary confessions of the next few minutes, "As you saw demonstrated
just a few minutes before, my brother and I have sex... and have been doing
so since we were kids. We really love each other a lot. Now...uuhhh...for
the rest of what Timmy blurted out; yes, Timmy, Jeff, and I have enjoyed
each other's...uuhhh...company for about a month or so. I'm sorry Joe if
that upsets you and your sons, but now that the cat's out of the bag, we
don't have any more secrets." I felt very much relieved at the
confessions, and I trusted that it would NOT drive a wedge between us.
Joe looked across the table at me for quite a while, and it was difficult
to ascertain what he was thinking. I just sipped my coffee, hoping for the
best. "Billy," he said catching my attention as well as his son's, "No, I
mean my son, not my brother," he said, never letting his eyes waver from
mine as he spoke to his son. "How long have you and Steve been having
sex?"
"About 5 years, sir," was his instant reply, sensing that his father would
brook no hesitation from him in such a serious discussion.
"And how long have you and I been doin' it?" he followed with, and my eyes
opened wide at the implications.
"We started sleeping together when I was six, but you made me wait until I
was almost nine before you... uuhhh... before I could get you
to... uh... to actually put it in me...sir," he stated.
Now it was my turn to sit stunned and as I looked at the boys' faces around
me. I saw the quiet acceptance of someone who already knew all of this, so
I guessed that they had compared notes already. Thinking back on it, I
guess I shouldn't have been surprised – knowing how close Joe and I were,
we would have raised our kids in much the same way; to be open, caring,
giving people, so while sharing beds, they obviously shared everything else
in their young lives. Jeff got up and refilled our cups also bringing me
the Equal packets and Carnation so I could doctor it up myself.
"Still gotta have the gooey white stuff, I see," Joe chuckled at me over
his cup rim, causing a round of giggles from the boys. I felt my face
flush as I finally caught his double meaning. I sat and thought a little
more while Timmy retrieved bowls and the boys set about getting themselves
breakfast, allowing Joe and me time to ourselves and our thoughts. I was
proud of all the boys for the way they conducted themselves. They were
quiet and reserved as they carried on doing for themselves, instinctively
realizing that Joe and I had reached an unspoken plateau and needed the
time to work though it for ourselves. Where they could have been whiney
and bitchin' about having to do things for themselves like so many other
kids I've seen, the leant their unconditional love and support just by
staying next to us and watching closely for any signs where they could
help.
I felt a small warm body push up next to me and reflexively, I turned
expecting to pick up Timmy and set him on my lap. I was surprised out of
my fugue by the freckled pixie face of Steven looking back at me. I pulled
him toward me and he scrambled into my lap much they same way as Timmy
does. I reached for my coffee cup and he leaned in close and whispered, "I
love you Uncle Billy." At that point, I lost it and just held him close
and cried onto his bare shoulder. I felt other arms around me and saw that
all four boys were standing next to me. I knew then that these boys were
ALL my family and that I was truly loved in return. I just had to figure
out some way for us all to be together. This squirming bare body in my
arms was having an effect on me. I reached over for a tissue, dried my
eyes and blew my nose, then pushed back a bit from the table.
"So, tell me little one, what do you like best about doing things with your
brother and your daddy?" I asked the little pixie looking up at me and
squirming his naked butt around on my almost naked lap.
Steve ducked his head close to my chest and held me tight as he whispered,
"This – just being held close." I was kinda lost at his response and Joe
must have seen my confusion.
"He's my affectionate one," he volunteered, "While your namesake is the
adventurous one." My nephew Billy had sat back down in a chair, but
snapped his head around when his dad said that.
"Dad," he tentatively asked, "You mean I was named after Uncle Bill?"
"Nah, I don't think so Billy. It's just a coincidence that we're both
Billy. Your Mom probably had a lot to do with it too you know," I
interjected before Joe could answer.
"Billy," Joe said, looking directly at his son, "What is your full name?"
"William Henry Murdoch," the boy answered, looking back over at me as my
mouth dropped to the floor. That was MY full name, and I never knew. When
I first heard that Joe had named his son William, I was kinda hoping that
it might be after me, but I soon dismissed the idea as being vain. I never
asked nor was I told what his middle name was.
"Do you see now how much I really love you little brother?" Joe asked
watching my astonishment. All I could do was nod as I held on tightly to
my little imp who was playing hell with my balls and hard cock. I reached
down under him and guided my hard-on out of the waistband, up against my
belly and resting against his hip. This caused the imp to giggle, so now I
was positive that his movements in my lap were a calculated effort.
He reached down and stroked the head that was sticking up above his leg,
causing me to groan. "I also like this," he said quietly as he moved his
small hand up and down my shaft. I knew I couldn't last if he kept THAT
up, so I gently moved his hand to his own lap and was pleasantly surprised
to feel his little nail sticking up there.
"So how did all of this get started Joe?" I asked looking back at him which
caused all the boys to look in his direction.
"Well, it was when Lilly left... the second time, I think," he started,
referring to the trollop that he'd married right out of college who thought
he was rich. She was very dismayed to find out that yes, we did have
money, but it was tied up in the family farm and the reason that we were so
well off was because we all worked hard to make it work. She was pregnant
with Billy within the first couple of months of getting married, but found
that she just wasn't suited for the stay-at-home farmer's wife role and had
walked away from Joe and the boys on several occasions, but had always come
back after about six months or so, and had always been accepted back by
Joe.
When I asked Joe one time why he always took her back, he looked at me with
tears in his eyes and said simply "Because I love her." That was good
enough for me, and I vowed to never stand between them which I knew would
cause Joe pain. The final straw came when she came back the last time with
a new boyfriend and wanted a divorce, and was demanding equal custody of
the boys. It cost dad quite a bit, but he hired a detective to find out
exactly what was going on. It didn't take the man long to find out that
the `boyfriend' was a loan shark in Vegas and was rumored to have ties with
the porn industry both there and in Los Angeles. He also uncovered the
juicy little tidbit that Lilly was wanted in two other states on warrants
for writing bad checks.
This ended it for Joe. He no longer was in love with the woman who might
get his kids involved in child porn, so he went to Lilly and her boyfriend
with $5,000. He told her that there would be $10,000 more if she signed an
uncontested divorce and allowed the court to award sole custody of both
boys to him, even though he wasn't completely certain that Steve was his
biological son. And if she did not, then the sheriff would find out about
her outstanding warrants. They went to court and she told the judge that
Joe would make a very good father while she wasn't cut out to be a mother
of two growing boys. After everything was over, the pair couldn't wait to
get out of town and demanded payment even before the ink was dry on the
divorce papers. Joe agreed, and told them to meet him at the one bank in
town and he would have their money for them.
When they showed up, Joe had pre-arranged with the bank president, who had
been a family friend for years, for the bank to pay the happy couple
$10,000 cash – all in quarters. They had arranged to have the county
sheriff and two deputies there to help load the trunk of their car, and the
last we saw of the pair was them driving an overloaded Cadillac toward the
next town, hoping to cash in their loot.
"Yeah, it was after she got restless after Steven was born and had taken
off again--"
"Yeah, the cunt!" Billy interjected.
"BILLY! I will not have you talking about your mother that way!" Joe
responded, "I've told you about that before."
"Yes sir," Billy said and lowered his head, but you could tell by his body
language that he had not changed his mind.
"Now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," Joe started
again, glaring over at Billy. "I missed Lilly so much that I would
sometimes cry alone in the bedroom. One night Billy heard me, came into
the room, and just held me in his little arms, telling me how much he loved
me. He wanted to spend the night so I wouldn't be alone and I let him.
The next night he was there again, and after a time, it became normal for
us to sleep together.
"That went on for a couple of months, and then one night..."
To Be Continued...