Date: 24 Feb 2002 18:07:31 -0800
From: Dave <davmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Growing Up with Dad (gay Incest b/MM, b/b,  m/MM...)

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Growing up with Daddy
By
Dave


	When I was born my mother decided she would rather run
off with her dentist that raise a squalling brat and live in the
home of a simple accountant.  That left Dad to raise me almost
by himself.  Dad had been a homosexual, named Keith, all his
life but wanted a family and got married to a woman that he
thought would be a good mother...WRONG.

	So dad invited his twin brother, Kevin, to live with us.
They became my two daddies.  They look very much alike and I
just grew up calling Dad and Pops.  Like brothers do they have
their arguments Dad always wanted to dominate Kevin.

	They bought an old Victorian house that had been divided
into a duplex during World War II.  It saw its better days and
went through the sixties and seventies as a drug rehab a flop
house and a drug shooting gallery.  Land is so expensive in San
Francisco that everything changes.  Now the old Victorians are
being restored and only big money can afford them.  They
pooled their money and rebuilt the thing.  They even brought in
the Historical Society to help research the original color's use on
the building.

	Now both of them would tell you that they were perfect
parents and molested me as a baby.  I know both of them to well
to believe that they didn't at least swab the inside of my rectum
with their fingers while they bathed me or play with my penis a
little.  Dad saw to it I was not circumcised.  I can't believe that
nature gave me so much foreskin that it extends a good inch past
the head of my penis even after I have a full erection.  I suspect
that one or both of them did something to stretch my foreskin,
not that I'm complaining about it.  That has given me many
hours of enjoyment.

	Think about it for a moment.  I can masturbate without
using any lubricant.  I can pick up a man with the largest dick at
a party and be able to pull my foreskin over the entire length of
his penis and dock with him by masturbating both of us at the
same time.

	I was born on July, fourth 1974.  I don't remember the
fixing up of the old house.  In fact I remember very little of the
first four years.  I remember vaguely some trips to amusement
parks, some studio portrait pictures because I see them ever day.

	Keith and Kevin allowed me to run nude around the house
as much as I wanted as long as I put on shorts before answering
the door.  They spent a lot of time nude too.  When I would get
home from school I would usually find the one that was not
working in the accounting office that day in the kitchen making
dinner for the three of us.

	I would simply drop my books by the door and walk in
and as they would turn around to great me I would wrap my
arms around their legs and hug them.  At that age my face only
reached their crotches.  In our house hold I just accepted it as
normal to kiss their cocks and smell their scrotums.

	They would make me sit down and do my homework
right away.  They saw to it I had punch or water to drink.  When
I was done they would check it.  If it was OK I could pretty
much do as I wanted.  These old homes had only enough back
yard for clothes line and there were no front yards.  So unless I
had a friend to visit me only had the piano to play with.  While I
practiced scales Keith or Kevin would stop by and rub my penis
through my pants until it was hard.  If I was nude they would
stroke it until I was hard.  The end result was the same they
would suck my cock until I would have a dry cum.

	They never closed their bedroom door unless I had a
friend staying over.  I could here them making love or arguing
about who's turn it was to be fucked first.  It seamed silly to me
because before the night was over they would fuck each other
anyway.  When I had to go to the bathroom I would see them
sucking each other or fucking each others ass all the time.

	They made a point to teach me to never talk about our
home life to anyone.  The local kids that I some timed played
with thought they were just brothers and one was my Dad and
the other was my uncle.

	Then on my fifth birthday they had me invite the
neighborhood kids and the ones from my kindergarten class to
my birthday party.  They decorated the place up and hired a
clown to come in and make balloon animals for the kids and do
some funny magic tricks.

	When all the kids were gone we cleaned up the place a
little.  Then as it got late they told me to take my bath for bed.  I
did as I was told and after my bath I dried off and went to their
bedroom to thank them for the party and kiss them good night.

	When I entered the room they were in the bed already.  I
walked up to the side of the bed and thanked them for the party
very much.  I leaned over and Kissed Dad and leaned over him
to kiss Pops.  When I was about to leave Dad said, "Pops and I
think it is about time you slept with us".  Dad lifted the covers
for me to get in bed with them.  I was about to lie next to him
when he said, "Between us Son".

	I crawled over him and settled into the space between
them.  When I was settled they both reached for my penis.  Dad
pushed Pop's hand away.  So, Pop's took hold of my nipples and
started sucking them as Dad started stroking my penis.

	This was the first time that they had ever openly invited
me to join them in their bed.  I reached for both of their dicks.
They were both uncircumcised so the foreskins could slide back
and forth with ease.  Dad told Kevin to sit at the head of the bed
so that I could suck him.

	Kevin moved to the center of the bed and put his back
against the headboard.  Then he spread his legs wide and bent
his knees as he rested his hands on his knees.

	Dad told me to get on my hands and knees so I could suck
Pop's.  I moved into position and took Pop's dick in my hand
and put my mouth to the opening of the foreskin and took it into
my mouth and ran my tongue under it and around the head of his
dick.

	Pop's was squirming from the delicious torture.  He rested
both his hands on the back of my head to slow me down.  He
said, "Gently...Gently, son you don't want to hurt me or make
me cum too quickly.  I slowed down and took all of his seven
inches into my mouth.  My nose was pressed against the mat of
pubic hair.  It smelt of his sweat and cologne.  I was enjoying
them letting me join them in the fun.

	Dad got up and went to the bathroom and returned with a
tube in his hand.  I was wondering why he wanted toothpaste.
Then I saw that it was a tube of something called KY jelly.

	I lost sight of him as he got on the bed and lifted me up so
that my knees were about shoulder width apart.  I had seen them
do this enough to know what Dad was about to do to me.

	Then I felt his cold hands running between the crack of
my ass.  His fingers were cold and slippery.  Then I felt fingers
on both sides of my anus as the finger of the other hand applied
a large amount of jelly.  I felt the bed move then I felt Dad's
hands on my ass prying them open.  Then I felt what I knew was
the head of his penis touching the opening into my ass.

	I tensed up and Dad slapped my ass hard.  He said, "That
will only make it hurt.  You want to relax.  You need to push
back."

	I felt like Dad was about to split my ass into two parts.
He slapped my ass again and reminded me to relax and push out.
I did what he asked and I felt the head of his penis slip into my
anus.  It felt like the ring around the hole was on fire.  Then Dad
pushed in another inch or so.  When he pulled out a little it felt
good like I was dropping one of those big turds.  Then Dad
slowly shoved in the rest of the mate to Pop's dick up my ass.   I
could feel the cool belly of Dad's pressed against my ass.

	Dad slowly started fucking me in the ass.  Every thrust
forward drove my face into the pubic hair of Pop's.  I was
sucking him for all I was worth and I was rewarded with four or
five violent jerks of his hips as he shot cum into my mouth.  Dad
soon filled my butt with his cum.  We rested in a tangle of arms
and legs until I felt Pop's prick poking me in the leg.

	We moved around in the bed so that I could give Dad a
blow job while Pops fucked my ass.  It still hurt going in but I
was almost numb.  After he came in my ass he licked up the cum
dripping out of my anus.  Then he went into the bathroom and
rubbed a cream into my anus as he told me that it would make
me feel better.  Dad came in my mouth and I drank most of it.
Only a small amount escaped the corners of my mouth.  Dad
kissed me and licked up what was on my face.

	For the next month they would let me rest one or two days
then fuck my ass as many as four times in one night.  It was not
long before I could accommodate them with little discomfort
and would beg them to fuck me.

	When September approached Dad enrolled me in
kindergarten.  I was told to be on my good behavior and not tell
anyone about my home life.  So I stayed to myself during play
time.  There was one boy that played with the girls all the time
and the other boys started calling him a sissy boy.  They would
tease him until he would cry.

	I felt sorry for him and one day I pushed the bully that
was leading the taunts and told him to pick on some one your
own size.  He swung at me and I ducked and punched him in the
stomach hard enough to knock the wind out of him.

	The playground monitor saw this and grabbed both of us
and was marching us to the principal's office when the girls
came to my defense for defending Mitchell.  I was saved and the
bully was moved to another room.

	Mitch became my best friend because I had defended him.
It was nice to have a friend in school.  He invited me home with
him after school and I went with him the next day after asking
Pop's if it was OK.

	We walked to his home and I found out that his mother
was divorced and his grandmother checked in on him from the
duplex next door when he got home from school.  She made him
dinner and stuff until his mom got home from work.   The house
was old and smelled of many years of cooking different foods.
It was defiantly a woman's home.  There were frilly doilies all
over the furniture.  Glass what-knots every where and framed
pictures of family members.

	Mitch led me to his room to show me his prized toys.  He
had a large collection of plastic spacemen from some TV show.
We played with them for a short while.  His granny brought us a
couple of glasses of coke with ice cubes in the glasses.  As she
left the room she admonished us to use coasters to protect the
furniture.

	Then he showed me that he had a collection of dolls too.
His last revelation was part of his closet was girls clothes.  He
told me he liked to dress up and become Michelle.  He told me
that his mother and Grammy buy the clothes for me.  They
spend a lot of time teaching me how to dress up correctly as a
girl.  I watched him undress and put on girl's panties as he
pulled his pecker back between his legs.  With the panties on it
did look like he didn't have a penis.  He put on ankle socks;
Marry Jane shoes, slip, and a dress that was appropriate for girls
his age.  His hair was rather long.  But back then a lot of boys
and men had long hair.  The hippy movement was strong in the
bay area.  We lived just a short distance from all the action in
what was known as Hate Ashberry district.

	The last thing Mitch did to change from Mitch to Michelle
was brushing his hair into a flip and put on a touch of pink
lipstick.

	He wanted to kiss me and I didn't mind.  We sat on his
bed and we hugged as we kissed.  I got in the mood and was
feeling him up as we lay down on the bed.  Michelle wanted to
suck my penis and was fascinated by the amount of foreskin I
had.

	I pulled it back to show him it looked just like his under
the skin.  He or she if you will went to work sucking me.  She
sucked me until I had a very good climax.  Then it was my turn.
I lifted his skirt and pulled his panties down.  I pulled his penis
out from between his legs.  He didn't like that much it took
away from his feeling like a girl.  I put the head of my dick
against the head of his dick and then rolled my foreskin down
over his dick.  I wrapped my hand around his dick and
masturbated both of us until we both had a dry climax.

	Mitch was in love with me after that.  I had to teach him
how to act in public so that he would not attract attention to the
fact that he wanted to be near me all the time and wanted to
touch me all the time too.

	I took him home to meet Pops and Dad.  We got
permission from his Mom to spend the night.  She told me to be
nice to her Michelle as we went out the door.  I told him to bring
Michelle along too.  So he packed clothes for both when he
came over.  That night after dinner Mitch put on a show for the
three of us by changing into Michelle in front of us.

	Dad and pops were thrilled at what a pretty girl he made.
They both covered him with kisses and fondled him.  Michelle
loved all the attention.

	The rest of the night she remained Michelle.  She was
passed around from lap to lap as we all three kissed her.  The
three of us were also pushing her panties up into the crack of her
ass until our fingers smelt like Michelle's shit.

	When it came time for bed Michelle was shocked to find
out that I slept between Pops and Dad most of the time.  Tonight
we had made arrangements for me and Mitch to sleep in the
guestroom on the day bed.  I stripped off all my clothes and got
in the bed and held up the covers for him.  Michel reluctantly
stripped down to her slip and panties and got in bed next to me.

	Mitch was shocked to see Pops and Dad come into our
room totally nude.  They came over and sat on the bed and
kissed both of us and said have a good time babies as they left
the room Pops took hold of Dad's dick and I knew that Pops
wanted to be fucked.

	I drew Mitch next to me and felt him up like the girl he
wanted to be.  As I started kissing him I asked him, "Do you
want to find out what it was like to be fucked like a girl?"

	Mitch was all ears but said, "I don't have a pussy!"

	I told him there were other ways.  He wanted to know
how we could do that.  I simply led him quietly down the hall to
the master bedroom and saw that the door was open a little.  We
moved close to see.

	Just as I had thought Pops was on his hands and knees on
the bed and Dad was fucking him in the ass like a trooper.  I saw
that Mitch was getting a hard-on by the way his slip was tenting
up in front.  I wrapped my hand around it and started stroking
him.  When Dad came in Pops ass, I pulled Mitch back to our
bed by his dick.

	I put him on his hands and knees just like pops had been.
Then I pulled his slip up over his back exposing his pink panties.
I saw the brown hash mark that our probing had made in his
panties.  Then I pulled them down to his knees and put my face
close enough to smell his asshole.  I blew a little air at the
sphincter and watched it pucker up.

	I got a tube of KY jelly and told him to relax as I applied
the jelly to his bunghole.  Of course it puckered up tighter than a
clam.  I told him it would hurt if he didn't relax and push out
like he was taking a shit.

	I skinned back my foreskin and lubed my dick.  I moved
into place and rested the head of my dick on the opening.  Then I
reached under him and pinched his nipples.  As I did that I
shoved my hips forward.  Mitch gave out a muffled cry of OH!

	I pulled back so that his sphincter was extended like it
would be if her were shitting.  He relaxed and said that felt good.
Then I shoved my entire dick into his butt.   I started fucking
him slowly at first.  He was moving his ass around in circles.  As
I got closer to climaxing I increased my pace until my tummy
was slapping his ass hard enough to make a slapping sound.

	Mitch became a regular visitor to our house and the four
of us would sleep in the same bed.  Dad and Pops would take
turns fucking us.  As we grew up and our dicks started
producing cum we were allowed to fuck Dad and Pops too.

	We both went to St. Francis high school in the central part
of town.  I was expanding my circle of friends.  I had about ten
guys that I was playing with.  I will never forget the time I was
in the church and saw a friend and we went into the confessional
thinking we were alone and he sat down and I knelt in front of
him and gave him a blow job.

	I didn't know that a priest was in there too.  He was
sleeping and turned out the light that let parishioners know that
they could confess their sins.  He woke up hearing the noise of
me sucking my friend and him softly moaning.  The priest
opened the window and looked closely through the screen.  He
could make out what was going on.

	When we were done and we put our clothes back in place
we opened the door to leave, all pleased with ourselves.  The
priest door opened and out stepped Father Mike.  He was a
Franciscan priest and dressed in the brown hooded robe with the
white sash cord around his waist with a black rosary tucked
under the sash and sandals.  You could not tell if the bald spot
on the back of his head was natural or shaved.

	Father Mike took us by the arm and marched us the Father
superior's office.  He told him what he had seen by whispering
in his ear.  We were given a lecture about the weakness of the
flesh.  We were told that we would have to do a special penance
tonight.

	He picked up his phone and called our parents to tell them
that we would be required to stay over night at the rectory to do
some special work.  Then we were told to get to our classes and
report back after school.

	We were both terrified what we were going to have to do.
We knew that boys got whipped for cheating or smoking in the
bathrooms.  We could visualize our flesh being flailed from our
bodies for getting caught sucking cocks.

	When the school was empty we reported to the office.
Where we were given buckets and scrub brushes as we were
lead around the campus and told to scrub off nasty remarks.

	When it was dinner time we were led to the dinning hall.
We were told that our next penitence was to give every priest a
blow job from under the table.  We got under the table and
worked our way to the head of the table by sucking the cock of
every priest.  They would lift the robe up.  Some were nude
under it.  Others had underpants on.  We had to pull the dicks
out and suck them until they came in our faces.

	When we got to the head of the table the monsignor had
each of us each put his dick in our mouth and he peed in our
mouths and made us drink it.

	After dinner we were taken to the rectory where we were
told that we had to visit every priest tonight.  They had their own
ideas of what we were to do.  Most wanted us to knee over the
cots so they could fuck us.  Others were more interested in us
fucking them.  By the time the sun came up we were a couple of
tired boys that wanted to do nothing but sleep.

	We had to wash up and go to class and try and stay awake
all day.  I figured it would be wise not to tell Dad and Pops
about what took place last night for the time being.

	I still keep in touch with Mitch or Michelle.  She has been
taking hormone therapy for years.  She got breast implants that
gave her a very respectable 36-D cup to her very soft body.  She
has even gotten a driver's license as a female.  Now Michelle
works in a drag queen strip club down town.  She is a big hit
during the show because everyone just knows that she is really a
woman.  The kicker is when she pulls aside her G-string and
pulls out her six-inch penis.  She puts it against the lips of the
most vocal person in the audience that just knew she was really
a girl.  I do still enjoy fucking Michelle's ass.

	I managed to keep up my grades up and still entertain
family friends and priests several time a week.

	On those days when I did not have to go to school because
of teacher days or State holidays I would visit Dad and Pops at
their office.  I found it especially exciting to get under their
desks when they were working on client's tax returns.

	The one I remember most, was the time that the president
of the Decency League, a group of self-righteous assholes
dedicated to the suppression of anything they deem amoral.  I
met him in the lobby and then slipped into Dad's office through
the back door.  I got under his desk and when Dad brought the
man into his office to work on his taxes he saw me under the
desk and sat down and moved his chair close to the desk as he
moved his computer keyboard back so he could work on it.

	I got on my knees and unzipped Dad's pants and pulled
his penis out of his boxer shorts.  I skinned back his foreskin.
Then I opened my mouth and proceeded to suck my father off
while he asked questions about tax deductions.  When dad came
in my mouth I kept it in my mouth as I put Dad's dick back in
his pants so he could walk his guest back to the lobby.

	I slipped out of the back door and went to the lobby and
got a tray of fresh coffee and spit Dad's cum into one cup.  I
offered him the cup of coffee.  I watched him drink the coffee
and comment on how good it tasted and want to know the brand.
I assured him it was a family recipe and I would be happy to
make him a cup any time he wanted a cup.  Dad thought it was a
hoot when I told him what I did.


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