Date: Sun, 21 Aug 2011 16:34:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jason Gardham <gardham1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chapter 3   "I Love My Brother"

This story involves incest between brothers, fathers, sons, and school
chums.  If this isn't your cup of tea, that`s fine, different strokes for
different folks.  If you're not of legal age to be on this site, please
don't be here.  Each state and locale has laws and regulations that must be
adhered to.

A lot of this story is true, Grey's Pool Hall did belong to my grandfather,
it was located on the corner of Washington and Exchange streets, and yes I
was on the swim team, and yes, we had to swim naked.  My dad was gorgeous,
he not only laid bricks for a living, but also fought Golden Gloves.  He
learned to shoot pool by standing on an orange crate in grandpa's pool hall
at the age of five.  In his twenties he played Minnesota Fats and won.  I
can be reached at gardham1@yahoo.com.

I would like to take a second to thank all of you have taken the time to
write with encouraging comments.  Nifty readers are the best.

Jason




I Love My Dad


Chapter 3



Several months passed, Trent and I have graduated.  Grandpa hired us both
to run his pool hall following a mild heart attack.  Nate had moved in with
dad with everyone's blessing.  What an unusual small town this was.  It
seemed bigotry was an unknown element even within the neighborhood
churches.

Trent and I bought a small bungalow with a nice yard and room for a garden,
which was one of my passions.  It was close enough for us to walk to work
or most anywhere else in town.  After grandpa's second heart attack, Trent
and I insisted he move in with us so we could keep an eye on him.

Gramps would come down to the pool hall and hold court with his old
friends, and it seemed that everyone was his friend.  It was good to have
him where Trent and I could keep an eye on him, making sure he wasn't doing
something too strenuous.  We had a power chair installed in the basement
stairwell allowing him access without climbing the stairs.  He fussed like
a five-year-old being forced to take cod-liver oil, but we noticed he
always had a big grin on his face when he used it.

Mother and dad remained close friends.  It appeared that there was a deep
love between them that defied explanation.  She loved Nathan dearly and was
happy that he and dad had found each other.  Mother never remarried.  She
started stopping down to the pool hall and sitting with grandpa.  When we
were exceptionally busy mom even waited tables.  She seemed happier than I
ever remember seeing her.

If there's one thing I've learned in life it's that families are
interesting little clans brought together by love, friends, soul-mates, and
I believe a spiritual awareness of one another`s needs.  I've often
wondered about Taylor Caldwell's statement in her book coauthored by Jess
Stern, "Search For A Soul," concerning her belief that she and her husband
had followed each other through multiple lifetimes.  Something to ponder.

Mike graduated from medical school and opened his office in an old farm
just on the outskirts of town.  He managed to stop in and check on grandpa
at the pool hall every week.  Gramps put up such a ruckus that he managed
to have everyone's attention, and we all knew that's why he did it.  He
loved every minute of the attention and made darn sure everyone knew his
grandson, the `doctor' was here.  He always referred to Mike as Doc, and
soon so did everyone in town.

The `Cellar' as it became known, stayed active, so active it's a wonder we
weren't raided,.  Considering about two-thirds of the cops in the county
hung out with us, I guess we were pretty safe.

Trent and I became involved in more sexual activities as time went on, and
as we experimented.  We even started wearing butt-plugs while we worked in
anticipation of the evenings activities.  During the hot muggy summer
evenings, Trent and I worked shirtless and I swear business increased
twofold nearly over night.

In order to stay within the fire marshals codes with crowds getting larger,
we started to open the cellar six evenings a week.  Dad and Nate ran things
Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays.  Trent and I did the night shift
Wednesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays.  And yes, the fire marshal was one of
our best customers, along with about 90 percent of the fireman in town and
surrounding area.  And you can toss in more than a few State Highway
Patrolmen.

Speaking of Highway Patrolmen, Trent and I got into some hot games with
some of the law enforcement boys.  We both were into being handcuffed and
shackled in the dungeon room while patrolmen played bad cop, good cop.  The
officer playing bad cop would piss on us while yelling at us to confess our
crimes.  The good cop would kneel down and lick our balls and cocks as he
worked his way up to our nipples where he'd lick and nibble while pleading
with us to confess.

Trent and I both would hold our ground refusing to tell them anything.  The
bad cop would remove one handcuff and ankle-shackle before flipping us over
onto our stomachs and taking his belt to our asses.  We still refused to
confess.  The good cop licked our sore ass cheeks, rimming our holes before
licking up our backs and nibbling on our earlobes as he begged us to tell
them everything they wanted to know.

We'd scream, "You bastards will never make us talk."

Bad cop slapped my ass hard before running a gloved finger covered in lube
up my asshole.  I'd scream and yell, asking if that's all he had.  He
dropped his pants and hauled out the bigger cock I've ever seen, it must
have been ten and half inches if not more.

He yelled back, "Yeah, I got more and you're about to discover how much
more."

Good cop would say, "No Len, no!  You'll tear him apart with that monster
cock of yours."

Len would tell his partner Gordon that I was asking for it and he was going
to give it to me.

Trent would start screaming, "Stop, you slimy pig, leave my lover alone."

Len shoved a pillow under my stomach raising my ass up for easier entry.
Gordon shoved a large glob of lube up my hole before he sucked Len's cock
getting it nice and wet with spit before lubing it up.

Len pushed my legs apart as he knelt between them.  I felt the head of his
monster cock rubbing over my rosebud.  He shoved in slowly, I couldn't
believe it when my sphincter opened up and let him in.  He hesitated giving
me time to adjust to his size before pushing in another couple of inches.
I turned my head enough to see Gordon ramming his tongue up my lover's
hole.  Trent was squirming in delight, having a hard time playing his role
as an abused captive.

Len pushed in another couple inches of his huge cock.  If it hadn't been
for being fucked on a regular basis by Nate's big dick I would never have
been able to take Len's monster.  As the saying goes, "If at first you
don't suck-seed, suck-and-suck until you do suck-seed."  And I was
determined I was going to take all of Len's ten and half inches of
succulent cock.

Len paused for a few seconds before sliding in all the way.  I felt his
bull balls hit my ass.  Trent gave me a big grin as he watched.  He knew I
was determined to get fucked by the patrolman's huge cock.  He mouthed,
"Way to go Ned, that's my man."

Len started to pull out and slide back in gently before picking up speed
and slamming into my ass with heated passion.  I loved it.  My cock was
rubbing against the pillow Len had slipped beneath me.  I was about ready
to blow my load when I felt Len slam in so deep his hot load of jism must
have shot directly into my stomach.  Blast after blast of his cop spunk
filled my guts.  I was beginning to think he wasn't ever going to stop when
he laid on my back covered in sweat, trying to catch his breath.

It took several minutes before his cock soften enough for him to pull out
of my well stretched hole, followed by a steady stream of his cum.  Trent
and Gordon were there licking Len's cock clean and lapping up his load as
it flowed from my hole and down my legs.  I was totally exhausted, and
totally satisfied.  What a trip that was.

Gordon pushed Trent's legs up and fucked his sweet ass with abandon.  I
knelt by his head and let Trent suck my cock into his throat, he loved
sucking cock and getting fucked at the same time.  As I leaned over to
sixty-nine with him I felt my ass being invaded once again by Len's cock.
This time it slid in easy.  Apparently Len recuperated as quickly as I did,
and was ready for another go around.

By the time Gordon reached his climax and unloaded his seed in Trent's ass,
I lost my load down his throat.  Seconds later he shot his sweet cum into
my mouth at just about the same time Len let loose with his second load up
my ass.  I was going to be lucky if I could walk again for days.  And trust
me, I did walk funny for several days, loving the memory each painful step
brought back.

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Life for the next few years was exciting and wonderful for all involved.
But as all you readers know, life changes with each new day.  The next few
paragraphs are for those of you who have contacted me.

Grandfather died a few short years later shoveling snow.  It was my first
real heartbreak.  He left the pool hall to Trent and I as equal owners, I
guess he knew we'd be together for life.

(We sold the business and moved west in our late twenties.  We both
graduated university, Trent became a software specialist for Honeywell and
wrote software that flies the 777, The new Dreamliner by Boeing, and the
French Airbus.  I graduated at the top of my class with a 4.0 from Arizona
State University, and Chapman University in Orange California.  We're both
retired now.)

My second heartbreak came not many years later when my dad died from
Mesothelioma, he died in my arms.  If you remember back then asbestos was
widely used in homes and businesses as a fire retardant, the main cause of
Mesothelioma.

Ten years later my brother Gerald passed away from stomach cancer leaving
his wife and five children.  The third heartbreak in my life and one of the
most difficult for me.  He never stopped being my big brother even in
adulthood.  I loved him with all my heart.

Mother lived to be 94, and passed away last February 12th.  I sat by her
bedside for five days holding her hand and praying for her.  In all that
time she had not opened her eyes.  That last day, I kissed her, held her
hand, closed my eyes, and asked God to take care of her for me.  I opened
my eyes and looked into her beautiful blue eyes as she looked directly at
me.  I told her I love her, kissed her, she closed her eyes one last time
and was gone.  I miss her terribly.

A year and nine months ago my brother Mike, who is mentioned in the story
had a stroke that paralyzed his left side.  He spend six weeks hospitalized
and is still working to improve his mobility.  Trent and I looked after him
until he was home and able to get around.  In the six weeks he was
hospitalized he wife never once came to visit him, that's all that needs to
be said about her.  If you remember in the story he was in college.  He
became a very successful doctor.

Mike lives in the mountains about a hour and a half north of Trent and I.
We visit often and have great adventures together in Arizona's high
country.

God carried me through those tragedies.  My faith and trust in God was
always a part of me even as a small child.  Trent was always with me, his
love gave me strength.  We'll celebrate our 36th anniversary this coming
Dec. 19th.

Thanks for all your great e-mails, they mean more than you know.  Best
wishes to all.

Jason (Ned) and Al (Trent)