Date: Sun, 22 Jun 2014 21:13:31 -0700
From: Db Byron <db.byron@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jacobs Playhouse Part Eleven M/b Incest

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Chapter Eleven: "Labor Day Weekend Fuck Fest Part Three"



It was mid afternoon on Saturday, when we all decided we'd have pizza for
dinner.  We all got dressed and hopped in my Dad's truck.  Damien and Jacob
climbed in the back, along with Mark and I.  While Alex and Olivier rode in
the cab with my Dad.  As my Dad drove us around the side of the house, I
could hear the telephone ringing in the kitchen, through the open window of
the house.



I had a feeling it was probably Kevin calling and I even though I really
wanted to check to make sure.  I knew there was no way my Dad was going to
stop to let me.  He felt Kevin needed to sweat things out and realize just
what he was missing.  Even though I didn't completely agree, I was willing
to let things play themselves out.  We pulled out of the driveway and
headed down the road to our favorite pizza place.



After about 20mins or so we arrived at Little J's Pizza and Subs.  It was a
small local business and set next door to a convenience store.  It was
never very busy and they knew us pretty well.  Since we ordered pizza from
them at least once a week.



We pulled into the parking lot and we all got out.  The boys were very
excited as they hopped down from the tailgate and rushed inside the
restaurant.  Mark held the door for us and we each walked inside.  While
Jacob showed Damien and Alex the small game room in the back of the place,
we picked out a table and sat down.



It wasn't long before Jacob came back and asked for some quarters for the
arcade machines.  I handed him some dollar bills and told him to get some
change from the lady at the cash register.  However, Jacob was shy and
didn't want to ask her.  Luckily, Damien came wandering back over and
offered to ask the lady for him.



If there was one thing about little Damien, the boy was certainly not shy.
I'd noticed that pretty early on and thought it was a good thing.  I hoped
it might get Jacob to open up more around people outside of the house.  I
watched as the two boys walked over and got the change they asked for.
Then they rejoined Alex in the game room.



As the boys played, the waitress came over and took our order.  She seemed
to have her eyes on Olivier as he sat there quietly listening as my Dad and
I told her what we wanted.  Olivier had to borrow some of my clothes, since
he didn't bring any with him and they didn't fit him quite right.  They
were a bit too tight and showed off his hairy muscular chest more than he
realized.  Not that any of us minded.  He looked good and there was no
shame in that but it was definitely drawing the waitresses attention.



She was a pretty blonde girl, in her late teens or early 20's.  I didn't
recognize her and assumed she must be new.  She had to ask us twice what
kind of toppings we wanted on the three large pizzas we wanted as she
stared excessively at Olivier.  We eventually got the order placed and as
she walked away, I leaned over and nudged Olivier with my shoulder.



"Does she look like she has some French in her?"  I asked.



"No, I do not think so."  Olivier replied.



"Well, it looks like she wants some."  I said with a wink.



I knew it was a lame joke but it sounded pretty good in my head at the
time.



"Oh my..."  Olivier said and started blushing.



"Haha.  Yeah she does.  She wants that 8.5" Saucisson sausage you got down
there."  Mark said laughing.



We couldn't help but make fun of the poor out-of-towner.  He was clearly
out of place and embarrassed.  We all knew he was gay and had no desire for
women at all.  All he could do was sit there blushing as we waiting for the
waitress to return with our drinks.



After a few minutes she returned with the drinks and a small dish of cheese
bread.  Which I thought was odd, since we didn't order the bread and they
had never given us free food before.



"They've never given us cheese bread with our order before.  Is it
something new you're doing?"  I asked.



"No, this if for him."  The waitress said as she smiled at Olivier.



"Thank you.  You are most kind."  Olivier said politely.



The girl shivered in excitement at the sound of his French accent and if I
didn't know any better, I'd say she nearly wet herself.  I shook my head
and tried my hardest not to laugh.



"You are so very welcome, Sir."  She said smiling and blushing.



She was giddy like a school girl as she walked away.  We all watched and
smiled as we tried not to laugh.



"You may all have some if you wish."  Olivier said, offering us some cheese
bread.



Mark and I eagerly grabbed some and started eating.



"So, have you boys decided what we're doing later?"  My Dad asked as he
sipped his drink.



"We're camping out right?  I mean, once I find my tent.  I thought I put it
in the tool shed out front of the house but I looked before we left and I
couldn't find it."  Mark replied.



"Oh sorry, I moved it.  It's in the storage closet under that stairs in the
game room."  I said as I suddenly remembered.



"Well, nice of you to tell me."  Mark said.



"I was gonna tell you sooner but I forgot."  I said as I finished my piece
of cheese bread, "So, you're gonna setup your tent and I guess Dad's
claimed the truck, so that means me, Jacob and Olivier have the Playhouse?"



"Yeah, I'm guessing so.  I might need to barrow an extra sleeping bag
though."  Mark said as he picked up his drink and sipped on it.



My Dad looked at him and asked, "For what?  It's not like you're gonna be
doing much sleep'n.  Besides you're gonna share the one bag ain'tcha?"



I knew what my Dad was thinking and I was thinking pretty much the same
thing.  Sharing a sleeping bag would be a great opportunity for Mark and
Damien to finally take things a step further sexually.  However, I also
knew Mark had been stalling for time and ignoring the boy's advances for
some reason.



"Oh that's right.  You'll have little Damien to keep you company."  I said,
"Won't be much sleep happening.  Unless, well, you're still waiting..."



"Waiting for what?"  My Dad asked.



Mark gave me an evil stare as our Dad called him out in front of everyone.
I felt bad for even saying it but it needed to be addressed.  If anyone
knew how to ask Mark it was my Dad.  Of course, he was usually way too
blunt with such matters.  Which often resulted in Mark retreating in shame.



"You haven't taken the boy to brown town yet?"  My Dad asked.



Hearing that, I nearly blushed as I looked around the room.  I was so glad
the restaurant was empty of customers besides us.  My Dad and I both knew
Mark was too kindhearted to force himself on anyone, much less Damien.
However, we'd seen the way the boy had been flirting and doing his best to
make it obvious to Mark that he wanted more than to just give him head.
I'd hoped by now they had done something more together but they'd obviously
hadn't.



Mark picked up his drink, sipped it and replied, "No...  He's not ready
yet."



Olivier and my Dad looked at Mark and before I had a chance to respond, my
Dad beat me to it.



"He's not ready or you're not ready?"  My Dad asked.



With that, the conversation fell silent as Mark refused to answer the
question.  We all knew the truth.  He was holding back from fucking the
boy.  What we didn't know was why and I think that made us more curious
than anything.



About that time, the waitress came over and delivered the first pizza to
our table.



"Come on boys, pizzas ready."  My Dad said, calling to the boys in the back
game room.



They stopped what they were doing and came rushing over to the table and
had a seat as the waitress brought over the second pizza.  Then she left
and returned again with the third pizza.  After she set it down on the
table, she walked over to Olivier and politely asked if there was anything
else she could get him.



He smiled and politely replied, "No, but thank you."



To which she nodded and smiled as she walked back to the kitchen.  Olivier
looked at us and tried not to blush as he picked up a slice of pizza and
took a bite.  With that, the rest of us started eating and soon we'd eaten
nearly every bit of pizza.  Only a handful of slices remained and we
decided we'd take them home with us.  We just needed to ask for a box to
put the leftovers in.



I looked at Olivier and said, "Hey, ask her for a box."



"Must I?"  Olivier asked.



"Yeah, she likes you.  She'll give you whatever you want."  I replied.



Olivier took a deep breath and waited a moment, until he saw a chance to
get her attention.  He raised his hand and waved to her.



"Ma'am."  He said.



The waitress hurried over to our table and asked, "Yes, sweetie?"



"May we have, how you say..."  Olivier asked.



"A to-go box."  I said completing the sentence for him.



"Yes, a to-go box."  Olivier said.



"Oh, of course.  I'll be right back."  She said as he went back to the
kitchen.



A minute or two later she returned and handed Olivier an empty pizza box.
She smiled as he accepted the box and then she quickly walked away again.
He looked down at the box and his eyes grew wide.  I looked over and
noticed she had written her phone number on the top of the box with a
marker.



"Ha!  She gave you her number.  You go boy.  Rawr!"  I said jokingly.



We all had a good laugh but Olivier seemed even more embarrassed now than
before.  I almost felt sorry for him but it was funny.



A few minutes later, the waitress returned one last time, with the check in
her hand and asked, "Will that be all?"



Apparently Olivier had, had enough of her subtle attempts to flirt with him
and he leaned over and kissed me right on the lips.  We all sat there in
shock as he and I locked lips.  The poor girl stood there in disbelief as
she held the check in her hand.



We finished kissing and Olivier looked at her and said, "Yes, that will be
all Ma'am.  Thank you."



The poor girl set the check down on the table and quickly dashed back to
the kitchen.  I knew she was probably very embarrassed but there was
nothing we could do or say about it.  The point had been made and all she
could do was realize her mistake and move on.



"I can't believe you just did that.  Haha."  Mark said laughing, "You've
got balls my friend."



"I am sorry but I do not much care for fish.  Much disgust."  Olivier said.



I leaned over and kissed Olivier on the cheek and said, "That makes two of
us baby."



He smiled and we all laughed together.  Then we each got up to leave and I
walked over to the cash register to pay the check.  As everyone left the
restaurant, I waited for someone to come to the register.  After a few
minutes, the waitress and her boss came walking over and rang me up.



"I am, so, so sorry.  I didn't mean to hit on your boyfriend like that.  Oh
my God, I can't believe I did that."  The waitress said apologizing.



I smiled as I received my change and I handed her a $10 bill.



"He's actually not my boyfriend but he is gay.  There's no need to
apologize.  There was no harm done.  We come here all the time but you just
helped make this visit more memorable than any of the others."  I said.



She blushed and thanked me for the tip.  Then I walked back outside to the
join the others.  I arrived outside and caught just the end of a
conversation they were having.



"I would say we can take the boys fishing down by the lake but Olivier
might not approve, since it involves fish."  Mark said with a grin.



I walked up, giving Olivier a hug and smiled as I said, "I don't think he'd
mind that kind of fish.  As long as they don't try to nibble on his worm.
Haha!"



"Oh my..."  Olivier said softly as I stepped us closer to the back of the
truck.



"Actually Mark, I think that's a good idea.  I'm gonna step next door and
grab some beers and some bait, if you wanna go with."  My Dad said.



"Sure."  Mark replied as he walked over to my Dad.



"We'll be right back."  My Dad said as the two of them walked over to the
store next door.



Oliver and I climbed up into the back of the truck and laid down on the
mattress, side by side, with our backs against the large metal toolbox.
Jacob, Alex and Damien climbed into the back of the truck with us, while we
waited.



"I hope we didn't embarrass you too much.  We're only kidding around with
you."  I said.



"I understand.  I take no offense."  Olivier said.



"Cool.  You're a really great guy, you know that?"  I said as I put my hand
on his leg, while we relaxed together.



He reached his hand over and placed it on mine and smiled.



"You are a great guy as well.  You and your family are very kind to me."
He said, "How you say, great southern hospitality."



It was nice to hear him say 'southern hospitality', as I had mentioned to
him the day before.  It made me feel good to think he was mixing in with us
and learning from us as well.



"Now you're getting it."  I said with a smile, "That's what us country folk
are known for.  Well, that and the sex."



We all waited around in the back of the truck, until Mark and my Dad came
out of the store.  They walked over to the truck and they leaned over the
side as they set four cases of beer in the back with us and two big bags of
ice.  Then Mark tossed Jacob a bag with a square container in it.



"Here you go, Jacob.  Daddy bought you a box of cocklets.  Ha!"  Mark said
laughing.



Jacob looked inside the bag and stuck his nose up at the container of worms
inside.



"Eww!  Haha!"  Jacob said laughing.



Then Mark and my Dad got in the cab of the truck and backed us out of the
parking lot.  Soon we were heading down the road, on our way back home.
Jacob and Alex cuddled up to Olivier as the cool wind blew over them and
Damien cuddled up next to me.  I put my arm around the boy and as the wind
blew over us, we discussed him and my Brother.



It was difficult to hear every word but Damien seemed to be feeling a
little left out.  He had seen the way Alex and Jacob got all the attention
of the men at our house and he really wanted that.  I knew he had been
trying his best to get Mark to allow him to do more than just suck him off.



However, I also knew how Mark was.  He wouldn't force himself on anyone but
I had to admit, I found it strange that he wasn't even trying to make a
move on the boy.  Despite how obvious Damien had been making it that he
wanted more.



As we pulled onto the road that lead to our house, I leaned down to
Damien's ear and said, "I promise, before the weekend's over.  You'll get
the love you want.  Even if you have to get it from someone other than
Mark."



He looked up at me and smiled the biggest smile ever.  I winked and reached
behind him, squeezing his tiny butt.  I could see how badly he really
wanted to get fucked by a man.  I was more than willing to do it myself but
I wanted to first make sure Mark wasn't going to try it on his own.  The
last thing I wanted to do, was upset Mark.  I knew he had feelings for
Damien and even though he was taking his time.  He probably really wanted
to be the boys first.  Something that I fully supported and wanted for the
two of them.



Soon we pulled into the driveway of our house and as we drove around the
side of the house, I looked over to see Coach Roberts' Jeep parked out
front.  My Dad parked the truck in the backyard, between the house and
Playhouse again.



"Hey!  I was wondering where you all were at!"  Coach Roberts yelled down,
from the porch of the Playhouse.



I looked up and saw him standing in the Playhouse looking down at us.  He
was dressed in his usual black shorts and green team shirt.



"Hi, Coach!"  Jacob yelled back to him as he stood up in the back of the
truck.



Olivier and I got up as Jacob and Alex made their way to the tailgate of
the truck.  They hopped out and Damien patted me on the side.



"Who's he?"  Damien asked.



"Yes, who is he?"  Olivier asked as well.



I smiled and replied, "That's Coach Roberts.  He's Jacob's Youth Soccer
Coach."



"Oh cool!  I love Soccer."  Damien said.



"Hey Jacob, how about you grab your Soccer ball and you boys can kick it
around for awhile."  I said as I patted Damien on the head.



"Ok!"  Jacob said and he ran toward the backdoor of the house.



Mark and my Dad got out of the truck and Coach Roberts came down from the
Playhouse, with a canvas bag in his hands.  We all gathered around the
truck as we waited for Jacob to return with his Soccer ball.



"I hope you haven't been waiting too long.  We went out for pizza and
didn't think anyone would be showing up while we were gone."  Mark said.



"Oh it's alright.  I only just got here.  I'd only made it up to the
Playhouse, when I heard you guys pulling up.  I was worried I was going to
miss all the fun."  Coach Roberts said.



"The fun hasn't even started yet."  My Dad said.



"Really?" Coach Roberts asked.



"Yup, we did a bit of stretching yesterday, you know, just a warm up.  But
the real fun is yet to begin I think."  I replied with a grin.



Mark and my Dad both looked at me and grinned.  They both knew I was
referring to the fisting the night before.  Something that the Coach had no
knowledge of, at least not yet.



"Cool, cool."  Coach Roberts said.



"What'cha got there?"  My Dad asked.



"Oh this..."  Coach Roberts replied, "It's my camera.  James asked me to
bring it so I could take some family photos for you all."



"Excellent."  My Dad said, "I'll finally have some photos to hang on the
walls of the game room."



"Um, are you sure you wanna hangup 'those' kinda photos?"  Mark asked.



"Oh shit, that's right.  Haha!  Well, I could always put them in an album
and hide them under Mark's bed for safe keeping.  There's stuff under his
bed, that's been there 20yrs."  My Dad said.



Mark rolled his eyes and smirked.  Then Coach Roberts handed the canvas bag
to me and I held it as he unzipped it.  I looked inside and saw he had a
few small photo albums along with a very expensive looking camera.  He
pulled one of the albums out and handed it to my Dad.



"You'll need something like this, I think."  He said as my Dad took hold of
the album.



My Dad opened it, to find there were already some pictures inside.  His
eyes grew wide and he looked at Coach Roberts.



"You nasty motherfucker.  These are fuck'n sweet boys, I mean pics, I mean
Goddamn!"  My Dad said as he showed Mark the album.



The two of them gawked at the pictures in the album as Coach Roberts pulled
his camera out and turned it on.



"Wow!  How much did that thing run you?  It looks expensive."  I asked.



"It was over $500.  Luckily, the parents of my players paid for it.  I
mostly use it for taking pics during team events."  He replied, "Of course,
if they knew some of the other things I did with it.  Well, you know..."



I smiled and replied, "Oh I can imagine."



After about a minutes his camera powered up and he asked me and Olivier to
pose for him, while he took a test shot.  I set the bag on the tailgate as
we stood next to each other and I reached my hand down in front of Olivier,
grabbing his cock through the material of his tight sweatpants.



"Ohhm!"  Olivier gasped.



With a flash the Coach took our picture and then showed us how it looked,
on the small display screen on the back of the camera.



"Oh wow, I like it."  I said as I viewed the picture but then I noticed a
face in the background, "Oh wait, someone photo-bombed us.  Haha!"



I turned around and saw Jacob standing there holding his Soccer ball,
smiling.



"Hehe."  Jacob giggled as he walked over.



He joined us and tossed his Soccer ball to Damien.  The boy caught it and
as he held it in his hands, Coach Roberts snapped a picture of him.



Then the Coach looked at the image on the back of the camera and said,
"You're a natural.  I bet you love playing with balls."



"You have no idea."  Mark said with a grin as he looked up from the photo
album.



I smiled and asked, "How many images does does that thing hold?"



"On this card and at this quality, probably around 200 or so."  He replied.



"Wow!  That's awesome!  I guess we'll have to see if we can fill that bad
boy up."  I said as I gave Olivier's cock another gentle squeeze.



"Mmmm!" Olivier moaned.



My Dad looked over at us and said, "Don't get him all excited so soon.
First you two need to help us put this beer away."



Then Olivier and I walked over and helped lift the cases of beer out of the
truck.  We carried them over to the cooler by the backdoor if the house and
Mark tore open the bags of ice.  He poured the ice in the cooler and then
we started opening the cases.  While we did that, the boys and Coach
Roberts headed further into the backyard and my Dad headed inside the
house.



The boys played for a good long while and as they worked up a sweat, they
slowly started pulling off their clothes.  After awhile, there was
sweatpants and shirts laying all around in the grass.



"That's something I don't see everyday."  Mark said.



"What's that?"  I asked.



"Naked Soccer players in our backyard" He replied with a grin.



I smiled and popped open a can of beer.  As I sipped it, I handed one to
Olivier and he opened it and started sipping on it.  As we stood there
drinking our beers, my Dad came back outside.  It was then, that I had
remembered that the phone had rang before we left.



"Hey Daddy, who called earlier?  Did they leave a message?"  I asked as I
sipped my beer.



"Who do you think?"  My Dad replied.



"Oh..."  I replied softly.



"Did he leave a bunch of messages?"  Mark asked.



"Only about seven.  You see, I knew that bastard would call.  He wants to
know what he's missing, I guarantee it."  My Dad said as he walked over and
picked up a can of beer and opened it.



I didn't know what to say.  I felt bad for Kevin but I knew I had to let
things run their course.  So, I stood there quietly and sipped my beer as
Coach Roberts came walking over to us.



"Hey, I wanna get a group shot of you sexy fuckers."  Coach Roberts said as
he stepped closer and knelt down with his camera.



The four of us smiled, even though at that moment I was definitely faking
it and we held up our cans of beer for the camera.  With a flash our
picture was taken and the Coach walked over to show us.  We each looked at
the image on the back of the camera and we knew right then, that camera was
going to be taking a lot of naughty pictures soon.



The group of us walked over to the truck and had a seat on the tailgate as
Coach Roberts continued to take pictures of the boys playing.  I could tell
he was having a good time taking pictures of the boys.  He was surely
getting lots of good naked butt pics for his collection.



After about a half hour or so, the boys picked up their clothes and came
wandering back over to us.  They were sweaty and completely naked as they
stood there looking at us.



"You boys look tired out."  Mark said.



"Eh, not yet."  Jacob said.



"How you boys feel about doing some more posing for the camera?"  My Dad
asked.



"Sure, sounds fun."  Damien replied.



"Then how about we all go down to the game room and they can pose for some
'special' pictures."  My Dad said.



Just the thought of the boys posing naked together, was enough to make my
cock twitch in my sweatpants.  The group of us headed inside and my Dad
lead the way as we entered the house and headed down the hallway to the
door of the game room.  He opened the door and flipped on the light as we
all walked down the stairs.



Once in the game room, the boy's lined up next to the Billiards table and
Coach Roberts took a few pics as they posed together.  As they had their
pictures taken, Olivier, Mark, my Dad and I walked over to the couch in the
corner and stripped down naked.



The boys took notice but didn't say anything.  They were focused on doing
as Coach Roberts was telling them as he instructed them on how to pose and
where to look.  It was hot to see the boys naked and posing as a group.
After a few shots had been taken of them, in various positions, Coach
Roberts asked them to turn around and put their hands on the Billiards
table as they bent over.



The Coach took a few shots as a group and then began taking single shots.
He started with Alex, then moved to Damien and then ended with Jacob, who
took the initiative and reached back spreading his tiny cheeks.  It was
then, that his Coach got an up close and personal view of the boy's larger
pucker.



"Oh my goodness.  Someone's been doing some stretching!  Mmmmm!"  Coach
Roberts said, "That's a good boy.  Show it to me, Pucker.  Fuck yeah boy.
Mmmm!"



Jacob eagerly spread his cheeks and wiggled his little butt for his Coach.
The more he did it, the more I could see Damien watching him and becoming
jealous of the attention he was receiving.



I leaned over to Mark and whispered, "Damien looks a little jealous."



Mark took notice and walked over to the boys.  He stood behind Damien and
reached down, spreading the boy's cheeks.



"Mmmmm!"  Damien moaned.



"There you go.  Show him that virgin hole."  Mark said softly.



Coach Roberts heard that and turned his attention back to Damien.  Luckily,
Jacob wasn't bothered by the way the two men were focusing on Damien.  He
wasn't the kind of boy to get jealous.  He just smiled and watched and I
think little Alex was glad not to have the attention.



"Oh yes.  Mmmmmm!  A virgin pucker.  So sexy.  Mmmmm."  Coach Roberts said
as he snapped more closeup pictures of the boy's hole.



Damien was loving the way both men were admiring him but soon he wanted
more.  He turned around, knelt down and started licking Mark's cock.



"Oh damn!  Mmmmm!  Yeah, give me those special kisses."  Mark said.



My Dad, Olivier and I watched and we could see the way little Alex and
Jacob had suddenly become left out.  My Dad whispered a few words to
Olivier and I watched as Olivier walked over to the boys and took Alex by
the hand.  He lead him away and brought him back to where we were.



My Dad had a seat on the couch and spread his legs as Olivier brought the
boy to him.  Then Alex stood in front of my Dad and Olivier got down on his
knees behind the boy.



"Suck your Grandpa."  Olivier said softly to Alex.



The boy stepped closer, got on his knees and started sucking my Dad's cock.
As Alex sucked my Dad, Coach Roberts turned around and noticed.  He came
over to us and started taking pictures of the action.  Leaving Jacob
standing there by the Billiards table without a partner.  I motioned to
Jacob and he came over to me.  As he stood in front of me I put my hand on
his head and rustled his hair.



"Give me a suck, kiddo."  I said softly.



Jacob knelt down and started licking my cock.  As he did, Coach Roberts
focused his attention to us and started taking pictures.



"Mmmmm!  Yeah, that feels good."  I said as Jacob eagerly sucked me.



It didn't take long for him to have me fully hard and my 8" cut cock was
being held in both his hands as he licked and sucked on it.  I knew the
Coach was getting some really good pictures of it and they were turning him
on, by the way his cock was starting to make a tent in his shorts.



I looked over and watched Alex as he sucked my Dad's thick 6.5" cut cock as
Olivier gently massaged the boy's back.  The three of them had been
together before earlier in the day but this was the first time I'd seen it.
I was eager and curious to see how Olivier fucked a boy.



As I watched the three of them, I heard a soft conversation across the room
that caught my attention.  I looked over at Mark and Damien.  The boy had
brought Mark to full arousal and his 7" cut cock was sticking out in front
of him, hard as a rock.  While him and Mark talked about something.  I
could see it appeared to be a somewhat serious conversation, by the look on
Damien's face.



Then Mark gave the boy a hug and they both came walking over to us.  Mark
stopped and walked over to the closet under the stairs.  He pulled open the
doors and picked up the bag that had his tent in it.  As he checked it to
make sure it was all there, Damien walked over to me.



I knelt down to him and Jacob moved aside.  Which worked out well, because
it was about that time, that Coach Roberts pulled his shorts down.
Revealing his 6" uncut cock for Jacob to eagerly begin sucking on.



As Jacob began sucking his Coach, Damien leaned close and whispered, "He
wants to fuck me."



I felt my heart race hearing him say that and I turned to him.  His little
face was so bright and full of excitement.



I hugged him, kissed his cheek and whispered, "I so excited for you.  It's
gonna feel incredible, both good and bad.  Just remember to be sure you cry
when he does it.  He'll appreciate that."



Damien smiled real big and nodded his head.  Then he turned around and
walked back over to Mark.



"We're gonna get a little more private if you guys don't mind."  Mark said
as he closed the closet doors.



Damien waved and smiled to us as they both walked away and started climbing
the stairs.  He looked so happy and excited.  I really hoped Mark wasn't
going to let him down.

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