Date: Sun, 8 Jun 2014 19:14:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Db Byron <db.byron@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jacobs Playhouse Part Nine M/b Incest

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Chapter Nine: "You're Invited"

It was late Friday afternoon, when Mark and I started making calls to some
of our friends.  To see if any of them wanted to come spend Labor Day
Weekend at our place.  We both new calling Kevin was off limits at our
Dad's request.  However, there were lots of other people we knew that we
could invite.  I had a few people on my short list and even Mark had
someone in mind.

I tried calling Derek first.  As I knew he would be open-minded enough for
anything that might arise over the long holiday weekend.  He was a well
hung black guy and wasn't at all put off by the nudity at our house.  He
was opening up to us more, each time he came over.  So I figured if he
didn't have any plans already.  He might be interested in visiting.

Unfortunately, I wasn't able to reach him on the phone.  I left a message
and hoped he would get back with me before the weekend was over.  After
having no luck with my first invite, I tried calling Coach Roberts next.

I was lucky enough to catch him at his office number, at the soccer field.
He told me he was going on a date Friday night but that he would be free
the weekend.  I sort of got the feeling he purposely made sure to mention
his date to me.  I'm not sure why though.  It just felt like he really
wanted to let me know he had one scheduled or something.  Maybe he just
wanted to hear himself say it.  I knew he was only just coming to terms
with his homosexuality and it probably helped him to tell a friend he was
going out with another man.

It didn't bother me one way or the other.  It actually felt nice to think
he thought of me as someone he could open up to about it.  Naturally, I
made it a point to tell him that my Nephew Jacob would love to see him and
that seemed to be enough to entice him.  Which I figured it would and he
assured me he would stay longer this time.

However, I knew he probably would leave after he shot his load.  As long as
that hot load got into a boy or mine got up his sexy tan ass, I didn't care
how long he stayed after that.  I also asked him to bring his camera.
Under the pretense of us wanting some family videos and photos taken.  He
agreed and said he'd be over Saturday.

Once I finally had him invited, I debated whether or not to call Billy and
his Dad as well.  I hadn't seen the two of them, since the night Eric raped
Billy in front of us.  Billy had seemed ashamed by that experience and so I
wasn't sure if they would want to come or not.  While I thought about it,
Mark decided he wanted to invite Damien over.  I thought it was a great
idea.  Especially after seeing how well him and the boy seemed to connect
the last time he was at our place.  The only problem, was that Mark didn't
have little Damien's phone number.

So since it wasn't too late yet and my Dad was home from work and could
look after Alex and Jacob, we decided we'd make the trip to the Blue Crane
Nudist Community, to ask Damien personally.  I hoped the boys would be more
accepting of my Dad's strict sexual lust for them, after listening to my
story earlier in the day.  My Dad was a little leery of the idea of us
going and reiterated his concerns about Kevin.  I promised him I would stay
in the car if I had to, just so that I didn't run into Kevin, while we were
there.

Once I'd assured my Dad, that I'd avoid Kevin, Mark and I put on some
sweatpants and set off on our way to the Blue Crane.  We decided we'd take
my car and I drove with Mark riding in the front passenger seat.  As we
drove, we discussed his unemployment situation.  Which had slowly become a
concern, since he had been out of work for quite some time now.

"I don't want to sound like I'm being insensitive but you know it's been
several months since you lost your job.  I know you like being home to keep
an eye on the boys and trust me, it does help.  But maybe you could look
for a part-time job or something."  I said, "You know, just something to
help fill your time.  Maybe late afternoons and evenings or something.
When me or Dad are home to look after the boys."

Mark looked at me and replied, "Dad actually brought that up to me the
other night.  When we were at Dipsticks."

"Who you calling a Dipstick?"  I asked.

He laughed and replied, "Haha!  That's the name of that dive bar we went to
the other night.  It's a biker bar kinda place.  So I guess they call it
that, because of the motor oil reference or something.  I don't know."

"Oh...  That's actually pretty clever.  It's a gay bar right?"  I asked.

"I'm thinking it is.  I mean, there were lots of bikers, leather guys, the
go-go boy but there were some chicks in there too, when we first got
there."  He replied.

"Hmm...  Well, you never know these days, they could have been chicks with
dicks.  Haha."  I said laughing.

"Oh that's just nasty.  Only you would think of some shit like that.
Haha."  He said laughing.

"Me?  Have you not seen porn online lately?  Half of it is chicks with
dicks, seriously."  I said with a smirk.

Mark cringed at the thought and shook his head.

"Gross.  Haha.  Anyways, Dad told me if I didn't start buying my own beer
soon.  He was gonna take it out in trade."  He said, "And you know, only
one man's ever had his cock up my ass and that's you."

I grinned with pride hearing that.  After hearing him confirm that our Dad
had never fucked him, earlier in the day.  I knew he was being honest, that
I had been the only one in the family to mount his hairy ass.  I'd only
done it a few times over the years but it was nice to know I was the only
one he'd let do it.  For a top, my Brother had a hot ass and it deserved to
get fucked at least sometimes, I thought.

I looked at him and said, "Dad makes a good point.  I mean, you don't need
a bunch of money since you're living with us.  But it does help to have
some money in your pocket for beer, gas, food..."

"Cocain, Heroin, Weed..."  Mark said with a smirk.

I stared at him, giving him the evil eyes and slammed hard on the breaks.
The tires squealed as we came to stop in the middle of the road.

"Shit!"  He yelled, "I was kidding!  I was kidding!  Fuck!"

I released my foot from the break and resumed driving.

"Don't even fucking start that shit again.  We almost lost you the last
time and you're not putting us through that, ever, again."  I said angrily.

Mark reached over and put his hand on my thigh and said, "James, bro, I
know.  I fucked up and almost died.  I ain't ever gonna do that shit again.
Booze is enough for me...  At least if I get drunk and pass out, I ain't
gotta worry about waking up in the hospital.  Well, not unless you rape me
with that huge fucking dick of yours."

I looked at Mark and I tried hard not to crack a smile.  He reached his
hand down to my crotch and grabbed me and I nearly swerved off the road.

"Ahh!  Stop it!  Haha!"  I yelled and started laughing.

Mark pulled his hand back and I shook my head as we both enjoyed a good
laugh.  I was really enjoying spending time with Mark and just being
ourselves like we use to growing up.  After a few minutes, I turned onto
the road that lead in front of the Blue Crane.

We made our way to the entrance of the estate, pulled through the gate and
I parked the car in the visitor parking area.  Mark got out and I waited in
the car for awhile by myself.  However, it didn't take long for me to get
bored and decide to get out of the car.

I walked up to the office and saw Jennifer was working inside.  Her and I
didn't get along to well and I knew for a fact that she wasn't anything
like Nancy.  She was nowhere near as accepting or understanding.  So I was
a bit standoffish around her.  I made my way to the pool and sat down in
one of the loungers.  While I continued to wait for Mark.

As I sat there watching everyone and secretly keeping my eyes open for
Kevin, in case I needed to hide; I noticed a familiar face approaching me.
Olivier slowly made his way around from the deep end of the pool and walked
over to me.  I enjoyed getting to see him, in his uninhibited nakedness.
His hairy body, dark tan skin and meaty cock on full display.

"Bonjour, my friend."  Olivier said greeting me.

"Howdy Olivier."  I replied greeting him.

He reached out his hand I shook it as he had a seat in a lounger next to
me.

"It is a great pleasure to see you again, James."  He said.

"It's good to see you again too.  How are you liking the community here so
far?"  I asked.

"Oh, it is quite nice.  Many friendly people live here."  He replied, "I
must tell you, I am so happy to see you.  I feared I upset you."

I had no idea what he was referring too.  Since I had only met him at Tom's
funeral wake and spent a short time with him afterward.  I didn't see how
it was possible for him to think he'd upset me.

"You didn't upset me.  Why would you think that?"  I asked curiously.

"Kevin come to see me and he tell me you upset with him and I.  But I did
not know what I did wrong.  I am most sorry if I did something unkind."  He
replied, "I do not wish to interrupt your love."

I took a deep breath and said, "You didn't do anything wrong, Olivier.
Kevin and I are, well, it's complicated."

I thought for a second and then continued, "We're friends with benefits, I
guess you could say."

"The young you share with him, are to his benefit?"  Olivier asked.

Hearing him ask that in that way, sent a chill down my spine.  It was
awkward to hear coming from him, since I didn't really know him all that
well.  But his words were also coming from a non-objective perspective and
I had to respect that.  It also felt as though Kevin had told him some
personal details.  Which I would have preferred discussed in my presence.

"My Nephew you mean..."  I replied, "He wasn't intended to be a 'benefit'."

I lowered my voice, looked around and continued, "Jacob is my lover.  Kevin
wanted to take part in what he and I share together.  It just seems that
perhaps, Kevin has more interest in my Nephew than he does in me."

"Oh, I see."  Olivier said softly, "Maybe that is why Kevin not want to be
my friend now.  I have no child to share."

Hearing that I couldn't help but ask, "You and Kevin aren't friends
anymore?"

Olivier leaned closer and replied, "I have not talked to him in many days.
When I greet him, he walk away from me now.  I want to be his friend very
much.  Tom told me many good things about him.  Now I am not so sure if all
were true."

I reached out my hand and put it on Olivier knee, comfortingly.

"Hey, it's ok."  I said rubbing his knee, "Tom and Kevin were really close
friends.  They had a special chemistry together I think.  It takes time to
build that connection with someone new.  I have a feeling in time, things
will work themselves out."

"Thank you.  I hope you are correct.  I know no one here but you and
Kevin."  He said.

I felt a bit sorry for Olivier.  I knew it must have been strange to come
to a new place to live and then to find out that the two people you had
heard so much about and expected to become friends with, were suddenly
having issues.  He probably felt like a total stranger in a strange land.

I was trying to read between the lines of what had happened between Olivier
and Kevin.  It sounded to me as if Kevin had talked to him after his
confrontation with my Dad.  Perhaps Kevin was trying to distance himself
from Olivier.  Much like my Dad was encouraging me to Distance myself from
Kevin.  If that was the case, then Olivier was in for a long lonely
weekend.

Olivier and I had already sort of been intimate previously and seemed to
have a good rapport together.  I couldn't help but think about him spending
the long weekend all alone and it made me feel bad.  I knew I had to avoid
Kevin but Olivier on the other hand, was someone who I had yet to really
get to know.  I thought it might be a good idea to invite him over for the
weekend.  Even if nothing sexual happened.  It would give us a chance to
get to know more about each other.

"If you haven't got any plans this holiday weekend.  You're more than
welcome to come spend it with me and my family."  I said, "It would give us
a chance to get to know each other better and you might have a really good
time."

Olivier's eyes lit up and he put his hand on my as I rubbed his knee.

"I would love that very much, James.  Thank you."  He said, "What holiday
is it?"

I laughed and replied, "Haha.  Labor Day.  So we have a three day weekend.
Where everyone relaxes and just enjoys themselves.  My family is camping
out in the backyard.  My Nephew and some other boys will be there and a few
men as well.  It'll be fun."

"Oh my!  It sounds fantastic!  In France, we have such a day.  It is May
Day."  He said.

"Well, it looks like you get to celebrate it twice this year my friend."  I
said.

"Oh yes, it sounds wonderful.  Boys and men as well.  Such fun and
debauchery to be had by all."  He said smiling, "Need I bring anything?"

Just about that time, I noticed Mark and Damien walking towards us from the
far side of the pool area.

Olivier and I both looked at them as I replied, "You can come as you are.
We're home nudists, so clothes aren't needed.  We'll provide the food,
drinks and entertainment.  Speaking of entertainment..."

Little Damien walked right up to us with his satchel over his shoulder and
adorable little cocklet swinging between his legs.  I reached up and rubbed
his tummy as he stood next to us.

"Hey kiddo."  I said.

"Hello.  Hehe."  Damien said giggling as I tickled his tummy.

Olivier looked at Damien and his eyes explored every exposed inch of the
little boy before him.

"You're gonna spend the weekend with us too, huh?"  I asked.

"Yeppers."  He replied smiling.

"Cool.  Olivier's gonna come spend the weekend with us too."  I said.

I patted Olivier on the knee and stood up.  He joined me, in standing up
and the four of us began walking to the parking lot.

Olivier and Damien followed behind Mark and I as we walked passed the
office and approached my car.

I looked at Mark and said, "His Uncle must be a really nice guy, to let him
spend the weekend with people he hasn't even met yet."

Mark looked back at me, shook his head and said, "Um, I met his Uncle.
We're no strangers."

My eyes grew wide and I asked, "What do you mean?"

"His Uncle's name, is Max."  Mark replied as he arrived at the back
passenger side door.

I stood by the drivers side door and was stopped in my tracks.  I looked
back at Damien as he and Olivier joined us at the car.

"Max?  You're Uncle's name is Max?"  I asked Damien.

"Yeah.  Why?  Do you know him?"  Damien asked.

"You could say that..."  I replied as I turned to Mark.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  Damien's Uncle was actually someone
I already knew.  Someone who had been with Mark, Jacob and I sexually
before.  Someone that might not have recognize Mark when he saw him but
would surely know me if he saw me.  Damien's Uncle was none other than my
Dad's old friend Max.

A guy who was definitely a fellow boy-lover and would who certainly have
child porn books under his bed, for Damien to find.  A guy who tried to
convince Jacob to leave with him, soon after meeting and fucking him.
Which lead to a whole lot of unexpected questions, that soon filled my
head.

Was Damien really his Nephew or was he a boy he had lured into being his
'special boy'?  Did he know Jacob was enrolled at the school at the Blue
Crane and that we often visited there?  Those were just a few of the many
things that I suddenly found running through my mind as I opened my door
and got in the car.

Olivier got in the front passenger side and Mark and Damien got in the
back.  I pulled us out of the parking lot and soon we were on our way home.
Olivier didn't know how far away we lived and by the time we had almost
reached the half way point, he was getting pretty antsy.  However, he
wasn't the only one.

I looked back in the mirror and noticed Mark had his hand between Damien's
legs, gently fondling him.  Damien was a special boy, who didn't mind being
touched one bit.  In fact, he wanted a man to touch him more than anything.
His tiny 2.5" cut cocklet was already hard as Mark fondled it.

I watched as Mark gently fondled the boy and once he noticed I was watching
him.  He discreetly guided Damien's hand, down inside the waistband of his
sweatpants.  Mark grinned at me and just by the way the two of them were
playing together.  I knew my Brother was developing a few feelings for
little Damien.

I kept looking back in the mirror as I drove, until Olivier took notice and
he turned to look into the backseat.

"Oh my!"  Olivier said in surprise.

"Hehe."  Damien giggled as he leaned against Mark's shoulder and continued
to fondle his adult cock.

"Don't mind us.  Go ahead and get comfy back there."  I said with a grin.

With that, Mark pulled his sweatpants down to his ankles and stretched his
arm out along the headrest of the backseat.  His 7" cut cock had become
good and hard, in Damien's little hand.  The boy continued to stroke the
man's cock for awhile longer as Olivier and I watched.

"Mmmmmm.  That feels so good."  Mark moaned.

I could feel my cock bulging in my sweatpants as I drove.  I kept one hand
on the wheel as I reached into my sweatpants and began stroking myself
slowly.  As I did, I glanced over and noticed Olivier had become aroused as
well.  He was staring at the action in the backseat and his 8.5" cut cock
was sticking straight up between his hairy thighs.

While I tried not to steer us off the road, I pulled my hand out of my
sweatpants and reached over, taking hold of Olivier's large cock.

"Mmmmmm!"  Olivier moaned as he looked at me.

"Are all Frenchmen hung big like you?"  I asked.

Olivier blushed and replied, "You are most kind."

"Just call it old fashioned southern hospitality.  Us country boys love the
cock."  I said with a grin.

Just then, I heard Mark moan loudly and I looked back in the mirror, to
find Damien's head down in Mark's lap.

"Oh fuck yeah.  Mmmmmm!"  Mark moaned, "Give me those special kisses.
Mmmmm!"

I could see Damien's head bobbing up and down in Mark's lap as he proceeded
to suck my Brother's cock.

"The boy...  Your Son?  Your lover?"  Olivier asked Mark curiously as he
watched.

Mark smiled and replied, "He ain't my Son or my lover.  He's just a horny
little fella.  Ain't that right?"

Damien stopped sucking Mark, just long long enough to look up and reply,
"MmHmm."

Then Damien resumed sucking.

"He's a talented little cocksucker."  I said.

Olivier looked at me and I felt his cock throb in my hand.  He turned back
to Damien and Mark as I gently stroked his thick cock.

"Mmmmm.  I wish to feel that."  Oliver said softly.

Me and Mark both smiled as we looked at each other in the mirror.  Then to
the surprise of all of us, Damien released Mark's cock from his mouth and
crawled up between the center console of the car.  His little body laid
hunched over the center divide between the front passenger seats as he
brought his head down into Olivier's lap.

"Oh shit!"  Mark said as he reached out to steady Damien.

Damien's unexpected movement rocked the car and I had to return both hands
to the steering wheel.  I moved my hand away just as the boy reached
forward, taking hold of Olivier's cock and eagerly guided it to his hungry
little mouth.

"Ohhhhh!  Mmmmmm!"  Olivier moaned.

I looked over at Damien as he sucked and stroked the man's large cock, next
to me.  After I had the car stabilized I reached my hand over and rubbed
the boy's back gently as he laid hunched over, across the center console.
Mark scooted into the middle of the backseat with his legs spread and I
looked back at him.  I watched him put both his hands on the boy's hairless
butt cheeks to steady him.

Seeing Damien in that position, all I could think, was that if any other
man had been in the backseat; The boy would be taking a cock up his butt
right then.  However, it was my Brother who was back there instead.  A man
who wasn't about to force himself on anyone.  Much less a tiny and clearly
eager young boy.

As I watched Damien giving Olivier a blowjob right next to me.  My second
thought, was that maybe he was too young and naïve to realize what he
was leaving himself open to or that he just trusted my Brother that much.
However, the longer I watched, the more I realized he wasn't being
naïve.  He was actually trying to temp Mark.

Mark held the boy steady by his hips, while he sucked Olivier.  I could see
Damien playfully shaking his tiny butt at my Brother and I knew Mark should
have been smart enough to notice what he was doing.  But in that moment it
really appeared as though Mark was the naïve one.

I ran my hand down Damien's back and rubbed the top of his butt crack.  I
tried to motion with my fingers, pointing to the boy's clearly exposed hole
and it took Mark a few minutes to catch on.  Just as I was about to give up
on making things obvious for him.  I turned my attention to the road again
for a moment and felt hot wet lips, followed by a hot wet tongue brush over
my fingers.

"Mmmm!  Mmmmm!  Ohhmmmm!"  Damien moaned with his mouth full.

I looked back to find Mark, licking his way around Damien's adorable little
butt.  I moved my hand away and returned my attention to driving.  While my
passengers enjoyed themselves and each other.  We were almost home by the
time I heard Olivier begin to moan loudly.

"Mmmmm!  Ohhhh!  Mmmmm!"  Olivier moaned.

I looked over and saw him close his eyes and begin to shake as he unloaded
his cum into Damien's mouth.  The boy didn't miss a drop as he continued to
suck the man's fresh load of seed, like a kid sucking on a soda straw.

After a minute or two, Damien lifted his head and Mark gently helped him
return to the backseat.  Only the boy didn't make it all the way to the
seat.  Mark stopped him about half way and Damien's tiny butt pressed
against my Brother's cock.  Mark rubbed it between the boy's cheeks and
began humping him.

"I wanna cum all over your pretty little ass."  Mark said.

Damien stayed bent over, with his hands on the center console and his head
looking straight ahead.  He had the cutest, happiest smile on his face as
he licked his lips and Mark humped his butt cheeks from behind.

"Fuckkkkkk!  Mmmmmm!"  Mark groaned in pleasure as his cum shot out all
over Damien's tiny bubble butt.

Mark shot his load so hard, that even though he was trying to coat the
boy's butt with it, I felt some of it hit the back of my head.  I reached
back and ran my fingers through my hair and felt the moist cream meet my
skin.  I drew my hand to my mouth and licked it as I saw Mark gently push
Damien forward, so that he could lick his cum from between the boy's
cheeks.

"Mmmmmmm."  Damien moaned.

I watched as my Brother licked up every drop and gave Damien's tiny cheeks
gentle kisses.  Once the tiny hairless cheeks were licked clean, Mark
pulled him back and guided him to the backseat.  Where the boy sat between
his legs.  Mark put his arms around him and kissed his little neck as he
held him.

It couldn't have been more obvious, that my Brother really cared for
Damien.  A boy who had said when I first met him, that my old friend Tom
had told him, that a nice man would find him.  Looking back at those two
holding each other, I knew Tom was right.  A nice man had found little
Damien.  I knew in my heart, he couldn't have been found by a nicer man
than my Brother.

As I pulled us off of the main road and onto the dirt road that lead to our
driveway, I looked over at Olivier who had fallen asleep in the front
passenger seat.  I looked down at my crotch and noticed the heavy, wet cum
stain in my sweatpants and all I could do was smile to myself.

We pulled up to the house just as the sun was going down.  I parked the car
and Olivier awoke from his short nap.  I didn't see my Dad's truck in the
yard as we pulled up.  Which I thought was a little odd.  The four of us
got out of the car and I lead them inside.  I made my way to the living
room and found Jacob laying on the couch watching TV.

"Hey kiddo."  I said.

"Hey Uncle James."  Jacob said as he sat up on the couch.

I walked over to him as I kicked off my shoes and dropped my sweatpants.  I
picked up my clothes and set them in the recliner.  While Mark, Damien and
Olivier came wandering in behind me.

"Where's your Grandpa and Alex at?"  I asked.

"They're outside in the truck."  Jacob replied.

"In the truck?"  I asked softly as I walked to the backdoor.

I pushed it open and found my Dad's truck parked in the backyard, between
the house and Jacob's Playhouse.  It looked empty from where I was
standing, so I walked out to it.  As I rounded the back of the truck, I
looked into the bed and found my Dad and Alex.  They were laying naked
together on a mattress looking up at the sky.

"What you guys doing?"  I asked.

"Shhh.  Just a minute."  My Dad said.

I looked up at the sky and then back down at them.  I had no idea what they
were looking at.  Until suddenly, my Dad pointed up at the sky.

"There.  You see it?"  My Dad asked.

"Yeah, Grandpa."  Alex replied.

I looked up and still had no idea what I was suppose to see.

"What are we..."  I started to asked.

"That's the first star of the night."  My Dad said, "So now we get to make
a wish."

They both looked up at the sky as my Dad recited the old nursery rhyme,
"Star light, star bright.  The first star I see tonight.  I wish I may, I
wish I might.  Have the wish I wish tonight."

Then he reached over and rubbed Alex's tummy.

"What'd you wish for?"  I asked as I looked at the two of them.

My Dad sat up, looked at me and replied, "You know the rules.  If I tell
you, it won't come true."

I gave him a smirk as he moved his hand down to Alex's tiny cocklet and
fondled it.

"Mmmm."  Alex moaned.

"Uh huh."  I said, "So where'd the mattress come from?  It looks familiar."

"It should, it's from the game room."  My Dad replied.

"And you thought it would look good in the back of your truck?"  I asked.

"Well I 'm too old to sleep in a tent and I figure the Playhouse is gonna
be full up.  So me and Alex are gonna sleep right here under the stars."
My Dad said, "Of course, if I get my wish, he won't be doing much
sleeping."

"And we can all watch."  I said with a wink.

"You got that right.  Mmmmm!"  My Dad said as he tugged on Alex's tiny
cocklet.

"Ohhmmm!"  Alex gasped and moaned as he laid on the mattress.

About that time, Jacob came wandering out of the house, leading Olivier by
the hand.  The two of them walked passed me as I stood there at the
tailgate of the truck.

"I'm gonna show Mr. Olivier my Playhouse."  Jacob said as he held Olivier's
hand.

"Don't forget to show him what you found!"  My Dad said loudly.

I looked at my Dad and then back to Jacob as he climbed the ladder of the
Playhouse.

"Oh, that's right!"  Jacob said.

After he reached the top of the ladder, he walked over to the edge of the
Playhouse porch and looked down at me.

"Uncle James, you gotta come see what I found."  He said.

I walked over to the ladder and climbed up to join him and Olivier.  As I
reached the top, I saw Jacob lift up the cushions of the couch.  Which sat
on the porch of the Playhouse.  In the glow of the Playhouse lights, I
watched as he revealed a cut out area in the material under the cushions.
He reached his hand in and pulled out various items.

As he pulled them out he laid them on the couch for me to see.  I was
surprised at what he had discovered in the old used couch.  The items
included; Several old VHS tapes with masking tape labels on them, old black
and white issues of porn magazines, a small can of Crisco cooking grease,
and an array of sex toys, in a clear plastic bag.

"Holy shit!  You found the mother load!"  I said in surprise.

Olivier reached down and picked up one of the magazines.  He held it up so
that he and I could both see it more clearly and in the light I saw the
cover details with title 'Petits Jeunes Mégots – (Tiny Young Butts)
Magazine, Published in France 1902.'

"I have not heard one of these in many a year.  They are how you say, book
of legend."  Olivier said as he flipped open the pages.

We both looked inside, to find a naked photos and articles of underage boys
and girls.  I couldn't read the words in the articles as they were in
French but the photos were obviously child erotica.  Luckily, Olivier could
read every word with ease.  He worked his way through the pages until he
reached the centerfold of a boy, no older than 9 or 10.  He was naked, on
all fours, with a greased up mans hand in the foreground of the image.  It
had a caption at the bottom which Oliver read for me.

"Marcel, age 9, awaits the hand of his Grandpapa."  Olivier read.

You didn't have to be a Frenchmen or an historian to know, that the boy in
the centerfold was about to get fisted by some man.  The very thought of it
was enough to bring my cock to full erection.  Even though I had never been
fisted or done any fisting before, it excited me.  I could see by the look
on Olivier's face and by the way that his cock had sprung to life, that he
had some experience with it.

As Jacob bent over in front of us, to look at some of the things that he'd
pulled from the couch, I reached down and rubbed my my hand over his his
tiny hairless butt.  My fingers moved between his tiny crack and brushed
over his puckered hole.  I knew if there was one boy who could handle a
fist, it was my Nephew.

"Mmmmm."  Jacob moaned.

He looked back at me as I groped him and I turned to Olivier.

"Mmmmmm.  I wish to see that."  I said with a grin.

Olivier looked up from the magazine and then down to my hand groping Jacob.
He closed the magazine and tossed it onto the couch.  I put my arm around
him and moved him closer to Jacob.  He reached down and began groping my
Nephew's tiny butt.

"You wish to share your lover with me?"  Olivier asked.

I grinned and replied, "Let the weekend of debauchery begin."

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