Date: Tue, 15 Jul 2014 09:40:51 -0700
From: Db Byron <db.byron@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jacobs Playhouse Part Twelve M/b Incest

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Chapter Twelve:  "Filling The Space Between"

Labor Day Weekend was coming to an end as Mark and Olivier helped drag the
mattress out of the bed of my Dad's truck.  Damien, Jacob, Alex and I
watched from the couch in the Playhouse as the men brought the mattress to
the backdoor of the house and my Dad pulled his truck around to the front
side of the house.

The boys seemed a little bummed the weekend was over, well at least Damien
and Jacob.  Who both had school the next day but Alex had yet to be
enrolled in any school, so he wasn't feeling bummed at all.  In fact he
seemed to be feeling more excited Tuesday was coming.  Probably because he
knew my Dad had to work the next day and that would give him a break from
all the rough sex he'd been enduring.

I was going to look after him most of the day on Tuesday, while Mark went
out job hunting.  I was really hoping he would find himself a good job.  It
wasn't so much that he needed the money but more that he needed something
to occupy his time.  He hadn't done much of anything since he lost his last
job and I knew he was getting tired of always having to get me or my Dad to
pay for him.

As Mark and Olivier dragged the mattress into the house, on their way to
return it to the downstairs game room, I heard the phone in the house ring.
I got up from the couch and started down the ladder of the Playhouse and
soon was making my way across the backyard.

I reached the backdoor just as the answering machine picked up.  I stood
just inside the door and listened.

"Hey, um, James.  This is Kevin.  Um, I, um, I wanted to call and tell you,
well, I'm sorry.  I fucked up.  I know I did...  I know if you're anything
like your Daddy, than you're probably pissed at me and you have every right
to be.  You both do really.  I just..."  Kevin said as he left his message
on the machine, before suddenly being interrupted.

"Hey, Kevin.  This is John."  My Dad's voice unexpectedly filled the air.

I quickly walked into the kitchen to find my Dad had just finished parking
his truck and had come inside and answered the phone.  I stood there by the
refrigerator and eavesdropped on their conversation.

"I'm glad you realized you fucked up.  It's one thing to know it, but it's
another to admit it."  My Dad said, "It sounds like we've both had some
time to think about things...  You crossed the line the other day but I
also over-reacted.  You know I don't mind you fucking Alex.  I just prefer
you to ask first.  The way you did it was downright backhanded and I didn't
appreciate it."

I stared at my Dad as I waited to see if I could overhear Kevin's response
but I couldn't from where I was standing.

"Yeah, we're ok.  Your buddy Olivier came over and we all just hung out
around the house.  You didn't miss much."  My Dad continued as he looked at
me and winked, "What's that?  Oh, um.  Hold on, you'll have to ask James
about that.  He's right here, hold on."

My Dad walked over and handed me the phone.

As I held it in my hand, he leaned close and whispered in my ear, "He wants
to know how Jacob's doing..."

I could tell by the sound of his voice, that he wasn't too impressed with
Kevin's question.  After all, my Dad had suggested that our test for Kevin
would be to see who he actually cared for by seeing who he seemed more
interested in.

My Dad sat down at the kitchen table as I lifted the phone to my ear and
said, "Hey, Kevin..."

"James, it's good to hear your voice.  Your Daddy says I didn't miss much
this weekend.  Be sure and tell him I said he's a terrible liar.  There
ain't no way all you guys just hung out all weekend with all those sexy
little boys running around.  I know there had to be some intense fucking."
Kevin said, "I know I missed out on it.  I deserved as much.  I was a
fucking idiot."

I didn't know what to say, so I just stood there listening to the poor guy
as he did his best to apologize.

"MmmHmm.  Pretty much, yup."  I said with a smirk.

"I should have known better than to try to sneak a fuck with little Alex.
I just didn't think your Daddy was gonna be so fucking possessive of him.
I mean, shit.  He didn't mind me fucking Jacob's little ass."  He
continued, "Speaking of Jacob, how is the little shit?"

To that, I cleared my throat and responded, "He's doing great, and so am I,
thanks for asking..."

He could tell by the tone of my voice I was a little perturbed that he
didn't ask about me at all and he quickly tried to smooth things over.

"I'm sorry, damn, maybe a I really am turning into an ass hat in my old
age.  Sorry, I should have asked.  How are you doing, James?"

"I'm good.  I was a little upset that you couldn't join us this weekend but
I concede that it was probably for the best.  You missed a good time at
lunch Saturday and some huge black cock on Sunday.  Oh and did I mention,
Olivier fucked me all night long?  Yeah, that happened.  So, um, yeah, you
didn't miss much."  I said, trying my hardest to rub it in his face.

"Don't forget to mention the fisting!"  My Dad said loud enough for Kevin
to hear over the phone.

To which Kevin instantly asked, "Sweet Jesus!  Did I hear him say
fisting!?"

"Yup, you did."  I replied with a grin.

"Fucking-A!  Who fisted, who and how was it?  Kevin asked excitedly.

"Oh, no, no, no, I'm not gonna give you the details.  What happens in the
Playhouse stays in the Playhouse."  I said and winked at my Dad.

My Dad smiled and tried not to laugh but it took all he had to keep his
composure.  It wasn't long before he had tears running down his cheeks as
he tried hard not to crack a smile.  We were both busting Kevin's balls
pretty hard and trying to make him feel as guilty as we could about not
coming over for the weekend.  As I watched my Dad wipe the tears of
laughter from his eyes, I noticed Kevin had gone quiet.

I listened close and then asked, "Kevin?  Are you still there?"

A few seconds passed and he replied, "Sorry, I had to close the damn
curtains.  You just gave me a fucking hard-on and one of the old broads
across the way was staring!"

With that I couldn't help but laugh to myself as I sat down at the kitchen
table.  My Dad and I looked at each other and shook our heads as we tried
not to burst into hysterical laughter.

"Oh come on, let the lady see that purple headed logger."  I said with a
grin.

"Fuck that shit.  There's only one person that deserves to see my purple
headed logger and that's you.  An maybe Jacob but only with your
permission."  Kevin said.

Hearing him say that, I couldn't help but feel as though he really was
trying to make a sincere apology.

He followed that up by saying, "Seriously, I really am sorry, James.
You're Daddy's a good man.  He had every right to put me in my place.  Not
just for the Alex thing but for fucking around on you.  I know we're not
exactly an item but I think we each do have feelings for each other.  I
mean, I have feelings for you.  Hell, I love you and Jacob more than
anything else in my life.  Plus you're like my best friend."

"Listen, I'm an old man.  I'm 61 for Christ's sake.  I'm not getting any
younger and I damn sure ain't gonna find a fella here at the Blue Crane
with half the sex drive, good looks, or little Nephew like you've got."
Kevin continued, "You've got the world by the balls and your Daddy ain't
afraid to squeeze them.  I know when something good comes my way and I
should have known better than to take it for granted.  I know I probably
don't deserve you but at the very least, can we still be friends?"

I took a moment to take in what he had said and I looked to my Dad for
guidance.

I put my hand over the receiver and said to my Dad, "I think he really is
sorry, Dad.  He knows he screwed up and he wants to know if we can at least
be friends."

My Dad looked at me and motioned for me to hand him the phone.

As I handed it to him, he put it to his ear and said, "We're not apposed to
being friends.  Maybe even friends with benefits.  But if you find yourself
in a position where you might tread over my Son's heart again, I'll sink
your fucking battleship.  You hear me sailor?"

Then my Dad handed the phone back to me and I put it up to my ear just in
time to hear Kevin reply, "Aye, Aye, Captain."

I grinned and said, "So, friends it is then..."

"Friends with benefits you mean?"  Kevin asked.

To which I swiftly replied, "Sure, being my friend is to your benefit."

"Well, damn.  Talk about starting back at square one."  Kevin said
disappointingly, "Fair enough, I'll take what I can get.  It's not like I'm
in a position to dictate terms.  I'll just be happy to have you in my life
again.  So, what you guys got going on tonight?"

"Actually, I think we're about to come over your way.  We have to bring
Olivier back to the Blue Crane in a bit.  Maybe we can meet up?"  I
replied.

"Sounds like a plan.  I should be out by the pool, when you get here."  He
said.

"Sounds good.  We'll see you then."  I said.

"Alright, have a safe trip and I'll see you then.  Oh and James, thanks for
giving me another chance."  He said.

"Uh huh, don't blow it...  We'll see you in a bit, buh-bye."  I said.

"Bye."  Kevin said as we both hung up.

I set the phone on the kitchen table and sat back in my chair, feeling
relieved and proud that things were working themselves out.

Then my Dad stood up, pushed his chair in and said, "Even old guys make
mistakes.  It's only when they have big 9" dicks and know how to use them,
that they deserve second chances."

I shook my head and smiled as he walked over and patted me on the shoulder.
Then he picked up the phone from the table and carried it back to its mount
on the kitchen wall.  About that time, Mark and Olivier came into the
kitchen with Damien right behind them.

The three of them stood near the kitchen table as my Dad came back over to
us.  Olivier and Damien were naked like me and my Dad but Mark was fully
dressed in his blue jeans and white tank-top.

"I guess I'm gonna take these two back to the Blue Crane.  Mind if we use
your car?"  Mark asked.

"Actually, I'm gonna join you guys."  I replied, "But can you wait for me
to take a shower real quick?"

Mark nodded his head and I dashed back to the bathroom, where I turned on
the shower and did my best to wash up in a hurry.  I didn't really need to
be super clean but I wanted to at least try and clean myself up some, in
case there was some reconciliation sex to be had between myself and Kevin.
I left the bathroom door unlocked, since I didn't think I would take too
long but apparently I was taking longer than I thought.

After I was finished showering, I turned off the water and stepped out of
the tub with my eyes closed.  Then I walked over to the bathroom counter
and picked up a towel.  As I stood there toweling off, I felt the strange
feeling as though I was being watched.  I turned around to find Damien
standing in the doorway, sipping on a beer can, smiling and staring at me.

The small boy looked adorable as he stood there, unabashedly admiring me.
The beer can in his hand, making him look even more cute as he tried to be
all grownup.  I finished toweling off and tossed the towel onto the closed
toilet seat, opposite the shower.  The boy didn't take his eyes off of me
for an instant.

He stood there in the open door, sipping his beer and staring right at my
cock.  I reached down, tugging on it for him to see and he smiled.

"See something you like?"  I asked playfully.

He smiled and nodded his head.  Before I had a chance to say another word,
he walked over and stood in front of me as he continued sipping his beer
but his eyes were staring straight at my shaft.

"Ain't you a little young to be drink'n?  It might make you do naughty
things."  I said with a grin, "Give it here and let me have a sip."

I reached down and took the can from his hands and he looked up at me.  I
took a swig of the beer and then looked down at him.

"Yeah, you don't want none of this.  I think I got what you want right
here."  I said as I grabbed hold of the base of my cock and shook it at
him.

That drew his attention and he looked right at it.  As he stared, I reached
my hand out and pulled his little face against my crotch.

"This is what you want, huh?"  I asked playfully.

"Mmm.  Yeah.  Mmmm."  He replied as I rubbed his face against my crotch.

I wasn't expecting things to go very far and was basically just having some
uninhibited fun with the kid.  But as I rubbed his little face against me,
I felt him reach up and begin fondling my balls in his hands.  With that, I
almost instantly began getting hard.

"Can I kiss it?"  He asked softly.

"You wanna give me some special kisses, huh?"  I asked as I continued to
drink down the can of beer.

I could feel his hot breath on my cock as he inhaled the scent of my
freshly bathed crotch.  Without me giving him a definitive answer, he
opened his mouth and took the head of my cock inside.

"Mmmmm!"  I moaned as I finished the last of the beer and set the can down
on the counter by the sink.

Then I just stood there relaxing as he sucked on my 8" cut cock.  It didn't
take long for him to bring me to full arousal and as I allowed him to enjoy
himself, I noticed footsteps coming up the hallway.  I wasn't sure who it
was but for some reason the thought of being caught with my cock in
Damien's mouth excited me.  The next thing I knew, Mark was standing in the
doorway looking at us.

"I thought I sent you to see if he was ready."  Mark said with a grin.

I shook my head in disbelief and smiled as Damien turned around and looked
at Mark.  His little face turned bright red as he blushed.

Mark looked down the hallway towards the living room and said loudly,
"Looks like we're gonna need a few more minutes!"

Then he walked into the bathroom with us and closed the door behind him.
He walked up to us and reached down, putting his hand on Damien's head.
The boy returned his attention to sucking me as Mark leaned in and kissed
me on the lips.

"Mmmmm!"  I moaned.

Mark's tongue entered my mouth and soon we were kissing passionately, while
little Damien continued to suck me.  After a minute or so, Mark broke our
kiss and looked down at the boy.

"Yeah, suck my Brother's big dick.  Mmmmm."  Mark said.

For a boy who had only recently lost his cherry, he certainly knew how to
suck a man's cock.  I knew there had to be years of training behind those
experienced little lips.

"Did you learn how to give special kisses all on your own or did you have
some help?"  I asked grinning.

"My Uncle Max showed me.  Hehe."  Damien replied giggling as he licked the
head of my cock.

I'd nearly forgotten that Damien's Uncle was apparently a guy my Dad knew
and that me and Mark had grown up servicing on occasion.  I still wasn't
completely sure the boy and him were really related but that didn't matter
all that much.  He clearly had been around the boy long enough to teach him
how to suck cock.

"How long's that been going on for?"  I asked curiously.

"Since I come to live with him.  I think I was 4, I don't remember."
Damien replied between licks.

I looked at Mark and said, "Well, damn.  Max sure traded up on us."

Mark rolled his eyes and replied, "Now don't get distracted.  The sooner
you cum, the sooner we can go."

I stuck my tongue out at Mark and he leaned close, licking it.

Then he moved his lips close to my ear and whispered, "Feel those little
lips around your big dick...  Just imagine how hot his tiny hole must
feel...  So tiny, so innocent, so young and smooth."

With that, I closed my eyes and tried to imagine how incredible Damien's
little ass must have felt while Mark was taking his tiny cherry the other
night.  The boy continued to suck me as Mark leaned down and started
licking my left nipple.

"Mmmm.  That feels so good.  Mmmm."  I moaned.

Then Mark moved to my right nipple and sucked on it harder.  My mind was
full of images as my heart beat faster.  I was almost in a trance as I felt
Mark reach down, squeezing my balls as Damien continued to suck me and it
felt incredible.

"Yeah, feels those hot little lips sucking you...  Begging to please
you..."  Mark whispered as he kissed my face and neck.

It was almost as though they were both in tune with each other as one
sucked me and the other narrated.

"Feel his little tongue licking the head of your big dick...  He's a hungry
little boy...  You wanna feed him don'tcha?  You wanna give him your hot
fucking nut..."  Mark whispered as Damien licked the head of my cock as he
sucked me.

"Yeah.  Mmmmm."  I moaned.

"Yeah?"  Mark whispered, "Want him to swallow it, huh?"

"Oh fuck yeah."  I replied.

I felt my balls tingling and tightening as the boy sucked me.  His little
hands wrapped around my shaft as his hot little mouth worked the head
furiously.

"Release it and let it fly, right down his little throat."  Mark whispered.

I couldn't hold back and felt my load of hot cum erupt from my cock, right
into Damien's eager little mouth.

"Fuckkkkkkkk!"  I groaned.

Damien continued to suck me and didn't take his lips off of my cock for a
second.  He swallowed down every bit of my load as I drained my balls into
his waiting mouth.  I shivered and shook until my orgasm had run its course
and Mark stayed there with me, kissing my face and licking my ear.

As my cock began to go soft in the boy's mouth, Mark circled my ear with
his tongue and softly asked, "How'd that feel?"

"Fucking great."  I replied, surprisingly out of breath.

"Good..."  Mark said, "Maybe now we can finally get the fuck outta here!"

I popped open my eyes and looked at Mark as he abruptly brought me back to
reality.  He kissed me on the lips again and I smiled.  Then he patted
Damien on the head and walked away, pulling open the bathroom door.

"Come on already, I wanna get there and back before it gets dark."  Mark
said as he walked into the hallway.

Damien smiled up at me and licked his lips.  Then he followed Mark off down
the hallway.  I took a second to catch my breath and smiled as I watched
Damien's tiny ass walk out of the room.  If I didn't know better, I'd say
him and Mark were Father and Son.  They really were cute together.

Then I went to my bedroom to put on some clothes.  I slipped on a shirt and
some sweatpants and then picked up my shoes.  I returned to the kitchen,
carrying my shoes in my hand.  I looked around for my Nephew Jacob, to ask
him if he wanted to go with us but I didn't see him.  As I sat down at the
kitchen table again to put on my shoes, I happened to glance over at the
window and noticed Jacob and Alex were still outside in the Playhouse.

They looked like they were having fun together.  So instead of going out
and asking if they wanted to join us on the drive, I just decided we'd
leave them at home with my Dad.

With my shoes now on, I stood up and said, "Ok, I guess we go."

Everyone said their goodbyes and Olivier thanked my Dad for allowing him to
stay the weekend.  He seemed to have really enjoyed himself and I was
really glad he was able to hangout with us.  My Dad told him that we'd like
to have him over again sometime and Olivier agreed.

Then Damien gave me and my Dad a hug and thanked us for the fun weekend.
He told us to tell Jacob, that he'd see him in school the next day.  It had
been a lot of fun having the boy over.  He seemed to get along with
everyone very well.  Actually he and Olivier both meshed with our family
quite well.  Which was really nice and more than we could have expected.
After all, you just never know strangers will be together until you get
them home and out of their clothes.

Afterward, the four of us walked outside and hopped in my car.  Mark and
Damien got in the back, while me and Olivier rode upfront.  I drove us out
of the driveway and soon we were on our way to the Blue Crane Nudist
Community.

It was a relatively quiet ride, compared to the exciting and playful ride
we had, had on the way from there on Friday.  Olivier and I talked the most
I think.  We discussed all kinds of things, while Mark and Damien snuggled
together quietly in the backseat.

I looked back in the mirror at them from time to time to check on them.
They looked happy and very content sitting together.  They seemed to be
emanating a strong romantic vibe, that was even noticeable to Olivier.  He
looked back at them a few times and simply smiled at them.

It was nice to see Mark happy again and without any real stress or
commitment in his life.  He was just going with the flow and little Damien
seemed to be doing the same.  In a way, I envied them.  I hoped that I
could have that sort of connection with Kevin again.  No commitment and no
stress or drama.  Just friends sharing each others company and sometimes
each others bed.

I knew my Dad had been looking out for my best interest when he confronted
Kevin about things.  Even though at first, I thought my Dad had really
blown things out of proportion.  I found myself conceding the fact that he
was probably right about Kevin.  Which was partially why I had chosen to
let Jacob and Alex stay home without bothering to invite them to go with
us.

I wanted to see Kevin again but without the distractions of having a young
boy with me for him to perv over.  I wanted to see if he acted any
different with me being one on one with him.  I only had about an hour to
think about it as it took us about that long to arrive at the front gates
of the Blue Crane.

I swiped my access card through the card reader and we drove into the
parking lot, where I prepared to park the car in the visitor parking area.
When suddenly, Olivier spoke up and pointed out the window.

"Why you not park in your space?"  Olivier asked.

I looked at him and then noticed he was pointing to a parking space, that
appeared to have been recently painted.

"We have our own space?"  I asked in surprise.

Olivier looked at me, smiled and replied, "Yes, Nancy informed me of it
last week.  She say it for you and Jacob.  Did she not tell you?"

I turned to look back at Mark and replied, "No, she didn't tell me
anything.  Did she tell you, Mark?"

"Nope.  I haven't heard nothing."  Mark replied as he looked out the window
at the parking space.

As I drove us closer to it, I was surprised to see it had a small metal
sign, mounted on the wall in front of it; Which read, 'James and Jacob'.  I
felt so honored that they would go through the trouble of making us a sign
and reserving us a parking space.  I knew most of the other members had
their own designated parking but since we weren't full members, I'd just
assumed we were to use the visitor parking.

I pulled us into the parking space, turned off the engine and we each got
out.  Mark and I stripped off our clothes and set them in the backseat,
while Damien and Olivier watched us contently.  Then the four of us walked
toward the entrance by the office.

Once we arrived at the office, I stopped to see if Nancy or Jennifer were
there.  It was just my luck, that Jennifer was working and she came to the
window.  While I talked to her, Mark, Damien and Olivier continued on.

"Hi, Jennifer."  I said greeting her.

"Hey, James.  How are you?"  Jennifer replied greeting me.

"I'm doing good.  Um, I just noticed we have a parking space out front.
How long has that been there?"  I asked curiously.

"Oh, I think Nancy set that up last week sometime.  She didn't tell you
about it?"  She replied.

"No.  Haha!  Olivier just happened to mention it to me."  I replied
laughing, "It's very generous of them to give us a space.  They didn't have
to go through all the trouble of making a sign and all that.  Even though
it is really cool.  Sort of like seeing our names in lights.  Haha!"

"Haha!  So true.  Well, I think they felt it was time and you guys do
deserve it.  Besides, you're not really visitors.  You're members just like
the rest of us.  You're part of our community and family now.  Well, you're
Father maybe not so much but the rest of you are very nice and everyone
here speaks highly of you."  She said.

I was actually taken aback by her kind words.  She had clearly had a bit of
a change of heart towards my family and I.  Maybe Nancy had said something
to her or maybe she was finally accepting that we weren't all depraved,
sadistic, pedophiles.  At least that's what I thought to myself as I stood
there talking to her.

About that time, I looked over and noticed Mark, Damien and Olivier had
stopped and were standing by the large swimming pool, talking to Kevin.  My
heart actually jumped in my chest when I saw him.  I'm not sure if I was
nervous, surprised or just happy to see him.

I gracefully excused myself and made my way over to join them.

"James!"  Kevin yelled out as I walked up.

He rushed over and gave me a hug.

"It's so good to see you."  He said as he hugged me tight.

All I could think, was that he was really trying hard to make up for
everything.

"It's good to see you too.  Haha."  I said with a laugh as we embraced each
other.

Then he released me and turned to Olivier, who looked at each of us
nervously.  There was an awkwardness that suddenly swept over us all and I
knew I had to say something.  I moved in between Olivier and Kevin and took
their hands in mine.  I brought them together and they shook hands.

"We're all friends here."  I said, "That means you two need to be friends
again already.  It's what Tom would have wanted."

Kevin and Olivier looked at each other and said together, "Friends."

Then they hugged each other and they pulled me in, hugging me too.  Mark
and Damien watched us and smiled as the three of us embraced each other.
It felt good to think that things could finally be getting back to normal
between all of us.

The group of us walked around the pool area for awhile, just talking and
catching up.  There weren't too many people by the pool at that moment, so
we could talk pretty freely about things.  Kevin told us that he had spent
the weekend doing pretty much nothing except thinking and feeling guilty.

I wasn't sure if he was being honest or if he was just trying to get us to
feel sorry for him.  After all, we had all had a great weekend and he had
missed out on some pretty wild action at times.  Which I surprisingly
didn't feel too guilty about, especially after I'd rubbed his face in it
pretty hard over the phone.

Mark was there to reassure me, in case I did feel any guilt, that Kevin
deserved what he got and I appreciated that.  Mark and my Dad both felt the
same way about the whole situation and I was glad, that even though my Dad
wasn't there with us, that at least Mark was.

We must have walked around the pool area for a good half hour or so, before
Damien started to get antsy.  I knew he probably wanted to get back to his
Uncle to tell him about his weekend.  Kevin and Olivier invited me to come
hang out with them for a bit, while Mark took Damien back to his apartment.

However, I declined and thought it best that I leave Kevin and Olivier to
reconcile things in private.  Which I was pretty sure was going to lead to
some kind of sex.  The thought of it didn't bother me but the two of them
looked at me as though they were about to go and do something they'd regret
later.

So, I kissed each of them on the cheek and said, "Don't do anything I
wouldn't do."

To which, they both looked at me even more nervously.  Luckily Mark spoke
up.

"Don't worry.  There's very little he wouldn't do.  Haha!"  Mark said with
a laugh.

I grinned and Mark, Damien and I departed, leaving Olivier and Kevin to
stand there by the pool watching us.  I wasn't sure if they were waiting
for us to walk out of sight or if they were secretly checking us out as we
walked away.  Come to think of it, it was probably a little of both.

Soon we arrived at Damien's Uncle's apartment and Damien pushed the door
open, inviting us inside.  The three of us walk in and I closed the door
behind us.  I was nervous and curious about meeting Max again.  I knew his
last encounter with me at least, didn't end too well.  Not after he tried
to get Jacob to run away with him.  That pretty much was the nail in the
coffin of my Dad and Max's friendship I think.

"Uncle Max, I'm home!"  Damien yelled.

His voice echoed throughout the small apartment and was soon answered, "I'm
up here!"

Max's voice filled the air as we walked into the living room.  I looked
around and noticed it had the same layout as Tom's old place.  A wide open
living space and kitchen downstairs with a bedroom loft upstairs.  I tried
to take note of any family photos on the walls.  Unfortunately, the only
ones I saw were photos of Max and some other older man.  There weren't any
of Damien out in plain sight.  Which I found a little strange.

Damien lead us over to the stairs and we walked up to the bedroom.  Where
we found Max laying on his big comfy bed all sprawled out.  As I laid eyes
on him, in all his naked glory, I took notice that he hadn't changed any
since the last time I'd seen him.

Max was in his mid-50's with gray hair and a big mustache.  I couldn't help
by stare down between his legs at his 8.5" cut cock, with its large
mushroom head and pitch dark pubes.  Mark and I stopped at the top of the
stairs as Damien ran over and jumped into the bed with Max.

He crawled up to him and Max put his arms around him, pulling him close and
kissing him passionately.  It was clear that they were very close, even
incestuously close.  Assuming they were really Uncle and Nephew that is.
Which at this point I still had my doubts.

The two of them practically made out together as Max pulled Damien's leg
over him, allowing the boy to straddle him in bed.  Mark and I looked at
each other awkwardly as we watched them.

After a minute or so, they finally stopped kissing and Max asked, "Did you
have a fun time at your friends house?"

"Yup!  It was lots of fun.  I slept in a tent and Mark and James took me
fishing.  I caught a turtle!"  Damien replied.

"It sounds exciting.  Did they let you use their worms or did they use
yours?"  Max asked as he reached down and tickled Damien's tiny ball sack.

"Haha!  Hehe!  They bought worms silly!  Hehe!"  Damien laughed and
squirmed.

"Aww, well that's no fun."  Max said, "Those two know how to use a little
worm better than anybody I know.  Isn't that right guys?"

"Um, yeah, you could say that."  Mark replied cautiously.

"You know them, Uncle Max?"  Damien asked curiously.

"Of course, we go way back.  They use to give me special kisses when they
were kids too."

With that, Damien looked back at us with excitement in his little eyes.  I
think at that moment Mark and I both blushed as we suddenly had the
spotlight put on us.  We just knew there was a dozen questions waiting to
be answered behind those youthful little eyes.

An for every question Damien had, we had one of our own.  We spent the next
several minutes catching up on things and learning what we could about Max
and his little Nephew Damien.

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