Date: Sun, 30 Jan 2005 16:38:02 -0000
From: czykguy <czykguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: BOYLOVER'S TALES - INCEST - Jeffie - Part 1

                          BOYLOVERS TALES - Jeffie
                                     By
                           Cyzkguy- December 2003

     As I entered the house that Friday evening, tired and wrought out both
from a hard days' work and the packed journey home I could sense there was
trouble in the air.
     "Thank God your home," my wife said exasperated and in the distance I
could hear the thumping of what seemed like a herd of elephants.
     "What the hell.." I started to say.
     "Meg's ill," my wife cut in, "I just could not say no."
     "No No," I spluttered, "not Jeffie."
     "Hi Uncle Tim," smiled the whirling six year old typhoon that burst down
the stairs and blondly smiled sweetly up at me. Close behind him was my own
six year old typhoon who gave the honoured greeting.
     "Hi Dad," and before I could reply the twin elephant herds began
trumpeting around the hall. Wearily I looked out at the cold rain that I had
just endured, there was no escape we were all confined and `Hurricane Jeffie'
was now in full swing.
     "Timmy," interjected my wife, "take Jeffie up to your room to play
whilst Daddy has his supper.
     "Ok," giggled Timmy and the elephant herd began thumping up the stairs.
There was the sound of a door opening and then raised voices, finally an
annoyed head looked down into the hall from above.
     "Mum," it said angrily, "Timmy says you said he and Jeffie could play in
my room. I am supposed to be studying."
     I had not even managed to get my coat off yet
     Wearily my wife looked up at our older, fourteen year old who was still
not happy at having to share a room with his younger brother, "Rick," she
started to say but he cut her short.
     "It's not fair," he shouted, "It's Bloody well NOT FAIR." and stormed
back into the room where again the joyous sound of quarrelling boys began to
force itself though the heavily slammed door.
     The Jeffie effect was in full swing, and not for the first time I cursed
my brother for his high flying job that meant he worked abroad for months at
a time leaving Meg his tired wife to look after their two children. Sally the
ten year old girl was never any trouble, but Jeffie. Jeffie was an
effervescing, volcano of a boy, packed with boundless energy that appeared to
be infinite.
     "How long?" I whispered.
     "The weekend at least," she replied, "and," she added tight-lipped as
she leant past me to pick up her own coat as I managed at last to hang mine
up, "I've promised Meg I would sit with her for a while once you were home.
Your supper is in the oven. Sarah has taken Sally with her to Dawn's for the
night and I'll see you later," the noise from above rose to a higher
crescendo, "much later," she added. As she left through the door I could see
two bottles of wine in the bag in her hand.
     "Tomorrow," I gasped as the implication hit me.
     "I've earn't it," she spat back as she stepped through the door, "he's
your nephew." The door shuddered shut and I felt like a prisoner locked in
for the night.
     The growing noise from above woke me from my stupor and careworn I
climbed the stairs. I threw the door open and bellowed.
     "QUIEEEEEET!!!!" I slammed the door back on itself to make my point.
     It worked  -three pairs of eyes bored quietly into me.
     "Rick, get your books and go and study in the Dining Room. Timmy, Jeffie
PLAY QUIETLY." I used the full `I am Dad and I will be Obeyed' voice.
     Meekly it worked. Rick grabbed at the pile of papers on his desk and
headed downstairs.
     "And remember," I called down to him, "NO TV WHILST STUDYING." He looked
up and went from appeal to resignation before continuing his journey. "Now
you two, "I said turning to the two small weather conditions which were
gathering strength, "NOT A SOUND, NOTHING FOR AN HOUR whilst I eat my supper
in peace."
     "Yes Dad," they replied automatically and at Jeffie's slip both giggled,
finding the situation so funny that they collapsed in a whirling heap on the
bottom bunk, trembling and quivering with laughter.
     Tyrannically I turned around and haughtily strode downstairs hoping that
they would not see the laughter spilling out of the side of my mouth as I too
felt the funny side of the situation.
     "Oh well," I thought, "at least they're quiet," but I knew it would not
last long, perhaps long enough for me to finish my meal. I hurried down to my
just reward, pausing only once to pull the aerial from the Dining Room TV
which was off but warm to my touch. Rick reddened at this and hunched himself
over his homework.
     I was lucky I got two mouthfuls of my after supper coffee down before
the noise volume rose enough for me to have to do something about it.
     The two of them had stripped to their briefs and were playing wrestling.
Timmy for once had Jeffie pinned down and it was Jeffie who was making most
of the noise.
     "Right THAT's IT," I shouted, "BATHTIME."
     "Cool," they said in unison and shedding their briefs headed for the
bathroom. Sitting on the toilet with my newly refreshed cup in my hand I
supervised their bathroom shenanigans, thanking God time and time again for
the foresight in fully tiling the room so that all spillages could be wiped
up and there were plenty of spillages. As soon as there was more water
outside of the bath than inside I began the task of drying them off and
getting them ready for bed. At last after mugs of chocolate and vigorous
teeth brushing two heavenly cherubic boys were clad in their pyjamas, the put
u up bed was pulled out from under the bottom bunk and after one story the
light was switched off and I left them to sleep and their own devices, hoping
against hope that now they would calm down and sleep.
     Timmy was his usual angelic self but Jeffie glowed with health and
energy and was already moving restlessly under the duvet when I left the
room. It could be a long night.
     Downstairs Rick was deep in his books, but the TV was too warm to my
touch so I pulled the plug, removing the fuse, sliding it into my pocket.
Rick gave me a resigned look and returned to his task. I breathed heavily.
     "I know," he said mournfully, "it's my own fault and its all for my own
good."
     I picked him up from the chair; sometimes my strength surprised me and
gave him a messy kiss on the cheek.
     "Aww Dad," he complained but he blushed nicely and then pecked me back.
     "Such a Good Boy," I said smugly, dodging the cushion that was thrown at
me.
     At last the TV called me and mindlessly I gave into its baser urges and
watched engrossed a programme about what I don't know.
     Rick woke me, "Dad can you look this over whilst I get ready for bed."
     Smiling I picked up the sheaf of papers, noticing that his handwriting
was improving and began to read as he started up the stairs. I pencilled in a
couple of question marks where I did not understand his argument and
corrected a couple of simple spelling mistakes and underlined the ones he
needed to do for himself. We sat drinking hot chocolate whilst we went
through his work and he corrected his errors and better explained his
arguments, finally he went up to brush his teeth and I did the washing up
before returning to the TV.
     It was half an hour before Ricks tousled head appeared round the door.
     "Dad," he said.
     "Jeffie?" I answered and followed him up the stairs.
     Timmy was bright eyed in his bed, over tired bright eyed and I could see
the reddening of his eyes worsening as I stood there. Rick stood beside his
top bunk hand on his head, rubbing his shock of hair. Angelic demonic Jeffie
lay smiling on top of his bed, his body throbbing with pent up energy.
     Rick appealed with his eyes.
     Separation was the only solution. I despatched Jeffie to our bedroom and
sat down by Timmy. After five minutes of slow stroking of his forehead
accompanied by soothing phrases my six year old was fast asleep; so too was
my thumb sucking fourteen year old. I kissed them gently and went to deal
with Jeffie.
     I found him bouncing softly on our double bed.
     "Lo' Uncle Tim," he smiled, his deep blue angelic eyes beaming
energetically up at me.
     `What was I to do with this bundle of hyper boy' I asked myself, not for
the first time. At first I tried the same technique that had worked on Timmy,
but Jeffie just looked beaming and smiling up at me.
     "Snice," he said, "do my back now," and he pulled off his pyjama top
lying back on the bed. Sensing a possible victory I got up beside him and
laid down so that I could stroke him easily. His skin was soft, baby soft,
almost feminine soft and I enjoyed the sensations of touching pleasure as I
began to caress him. Jeffie relaxed and I felt the energy in his body slowly
subsiding. He began to purr like a cat and I altered my strokes to long body
length strokes. He smelt so good, so clean and fruity, so sexy.
     With a start I woke from my reverie, sexy. This was a boy, boys are not
sexy and yet the smooth oh so smooth satin skin, the clean sensual smell, I
stopped myself again, `sensual smell' what the hell was wrong with me.
     "Don't stop Unc," Jeffie purred looking up at me with glowing eyes,
"sfeels so nice." In the darkened room lit now only from the hall light down
below through the part opened door I felt rather than saw him move. I felt
the touch of his hand as he gently picked mine up in his and he placed it
back on his naked body. Naked body, the little devil had removed his pyjama
bottoms. He began to stroke my hand up and down his soft, satin gossamer soft
skin. "Please Unc," he whispered begging, "Please Uncle Tim, it feels so
nice."
     What's wrong with me? I asked myself, I'm being stupid, this is only a
boy and mentally shaking my head I began to once again stroke my darling
nephew's smooth body up and down. Gently I tickled him up and down with
featherlike touches. Nibbling with my hand at his sensitive bits, behind the
ear, behind the knee; I worked away with my sleep-inducing massage. Jeffie
sighed and moaned gently.
     "Oh Uncle," he breathed, "That's slovely."
     Gently, delicately I explored his wondrous body, caressing, stroking,
and smoothing his so soft skin. His body smell so young, so juicy so, damn he
was sexy.
     Good God, the boy was turning me on. I could feel my prick hard, hot
throbbing in my pants. I felt along my hot length, I was wet, damp, and so
damp I was leaking through my briefs and my trousers. I felt like a teenager
in heat.
     "Don't stop Uncle," whispered Jeffie, his voice to me sounding sensuous,
demanding. His boy sex smell permeated my nostrils, invading my senses,
confusing my mind. Unconsciously I moved closer towards him and began rubbing
him gently, circling with my fingers. I felt his nipple harden under my
caressing fingertips and he sucked in his breath sexily, enticingly. Again I
moved closer unable to help or control myself. I stroked the other nipple it
too responded to my touch, again he purred his breath and down I went,
kissing gently his erect nipple, licking the nub, teasing it gently with my
lips. He gurgled throatily with pleasure and I began licking, nibbling at the
other one. Again he trembled, "Oh Uncle," he moaned.
     Delicately my massaging tongue worked its way up his trembling enticing
body until, Oh Dear God I was at his lips. Lovingly I licked across the sweet
smelling mouth, pressing gently against the half parted hot lips until
slowly, so slowly I slipped my tongue tip inside his hot mouth. I kissed him
gently, probing further with my hard pointed tongue, delighting in rubbing
the tip across his teeth, savouring the trembling sensations he was making
beneath me,
     All the while my hands had been busy and now they found the stiff
cocklet that stood hard and proud. Delicately the probing caressing fingers
rubbed the tip, easing down the soft skin covering the cocklet head. Up and
down, up and down my fingers went; each stroke uncovering more and more of
his virgin cockhead until finally the bright pink tip was fully revealed.
Down this time my fingers moved to caress the little nuggets of balls that
lay between his legs, squeezing them gently, feeling his cock tense and
revelling in the sensations Jeffie was now producing in my own perverted
senses.
     "Oh hurts Uncle," he groaned, speedily I slid down his body and took his
complete cock and balls into my mouth, licking and sucking them in turn until
his cockhead was well lubricated. Up and down my tongue bobbed as it
manipulated his pulsing cock inside my mouth.
     Instinctively Jeffie now began thrusting back into my mouth, raising his
body from the bed. His cries of `Unc, unc. Unc,' became grunts as he thrust
headlong towards his climax. Joyously I manipulated his cock inside my mouth,
using my lips and tongue and teeth to urge him on to our mutual goal. Lost in
the heat and passion of the moment I cared not for what I was doing, the
panic and the horror would come later, at that moment all I wanted to do was
to feel him explode beneath me and I wanted his first orgasm to be wonderful,
marvellous.
     Jeffie was thrusting harder now, hic cock as hard as steel, jabbing into
the roof of my mouth. I swallowed and sucked with vigour and felt the
explosion shudder through his young, so young so soft so sexy body; and as
his passion subsided I felt mine go over the top and found myself thrusting
against his soft yielding torso as I emptied my raging prick into my pre cum
wet briefs. I could feel my semen oozing through the material, the liquid
cooling and pooling down my leg.
     Jeffie was squirming beside me chuckling.
     "Oh Uncle Tim that was the bestest tickle ever. I feel really good," and
he lifted his sweet face off the pillow and kissed me gently on the cheek.
     I looked down at the youthful beauty that lay almost beneath me; and now
the horror at what I had done hit me hard. I began to tremble with tension,
not for me the relaxation of after sex, now I had to explain, to get him to
understand that what we had done was right was good but must never, ever
happen again but how do you explain to an unknowing child who felt as good as
he did that what we, no I had done was so horrendous, so wrong was criminal.
     Jeffie continued to squirm and wriggle as my brain went through the
emotions and I broke out in a cold sweat.
     "Uncle Tim," he wriggled, "can we do it again?" he asked and began
thrusting up at me from the bed. I felt his hard cocklet pushing into me.
     "Uncle please," he added pushing hard into me, "that was so much fun."
     I looked down at the three inches of flesh that was confusing me; his
boy smell again invaded my nostrils and swamped my senses. Jeffie pushed
harder and faster. I felt the velvet softness and then as before he took my
hand in his and placed it on his hot hard soft cock and I was lost. Down I
went and down to hell I went.
     Jeffie was completely responsive in my hands. I turned him every which
way, kissing licking, nibbling probing all his secret places and we loved
every minute of it. At one point I held him above me as he fucked my face
with his precious jewel, taking his pleasure at his own pace. I then turned
him over and began to work on him intensively, wanting his second coming to
be more much more than his first. He began to take short hard breaths,
moaning gently with each one, more and more intently his and my pleasure
rose. His eyes glittered with lust beyond his years in the half light and I
relentlessly manipulated his body to that final point of being and then
gently it began. There was the merest whisper of breath, the smallest intake
with a heartrending groan of delight and then the headlong rush to oblivion
went into overdrive as he thrust and thrust and wriggled and trembled beneath
me. Then there was a groan, an almost animalistic primal sound that came from
deep within his being and finally the typhoon abated and he lay silent almost
comatose. I could hear his breathing, could feel his heart beating slower and
slower as it resumed its normal pace. I drew back to look.
     Jeffie was finally asleep. I had weathered the storm.
     I gazed lovingly at his smooth hairless body, the chest rising gently as
he breathed; a languid, limpid look composed his features and down I could
see the inch long gristle of his cock lying still against his ball bag.
     Yeah Jeffie was at last asleep but I was not. I could still feel my cock
throbbing, my sex blood pounding through my veins. Quickly I opened my zipper
and pulled my slimy sperm wet cock out of my flies. I rubbed it softly, my
whole being shrieked at me with the need for release; and without shame now I
thrust forward so that my cock made contact with Jeffie's so soft skin. It
found its target and I caressed his gristle stick with my sex stick. It took
just three rubs against him for me to began flooding his groin with my sperm,
my life essence coating him my manhood, my virility. For a moment I was King,
God and the Universe and then as my perverted passion subsided again the
horror of my actions hit me and I trembled, and wept beside my sleeping love
child.
     My selfish sobs subsided finally. Jeffie was now sleeping deeply lying
beside me.  Dazed with the horror at what I had done I guilty cleaned him up.
He lay loose and servile to my ministrations as I dressed him in his pyjamas
and carefully I carried him back to his proper bed. I laid him down and slid
the covers over him. Kneeling beside his low bed I leant over him and kissed
him, but not like I had kissed my own two, this was a kiss of lust, of sex
and I dragged my hurting guilt ridden body back to the scene of my crime
where again I shed some selfish tears for myself before sex sleep overtook
me.

     It was some two hours later that I awoke. Startled I looked groggily
around the half light that lit the room as before. My body was hot my senses
were reeling I had been dreaming about Jeffie, kissing him, licking him and
Oh God fucking him. My cock was rampant, it heaved and pulsed it demanded and
lusted for Jeffie. My blood pounded to the rhythm of his name and dumbfounded
I got up from the bed; with my hard lusty cock leading the way I went back to
my son's bedroom.
     Inside the quiet room of soft sleeping boys was an oasis of calmness. I
entered with blood lust urging me on. There was no movement from the beds,
just the steady slow sound of breathing patterns. Crazed I knelt down beside
Jeffie's inert form and gently drew back the cover I had so shortly placed
over him. The boy stirred slightly as the cool air wafted over him. I could
just about see a small bit of bare flesh where his pyjama top had folded back
on itself. I dent down and kissed the sweet soft exposed skin sliding my
hands first up his body and then down. My cock lurched, leaking drips of pre-
cum on the side of the bed and I gently eased his pyjama bottoms down. Deftly
I turned him around and eased him across the bed. My lusting cock throbbed at
the first touch, spewing forth a small load of liquid which could have been
pre-cum or sperm I knew what not. At last my sex crazed cock was where it
wanted to be, position between Jeffie's creamy soft buns and I began to rub
gently up and down the soft crack, probing gently between his legs, my
glistening cock head bumping into his velvet ball sac.
     It did not take long, a few soft rubs, a couple gentle silent thrusts
and I was gone coating, covering him again with my maleness. He trembled as
the liquid cooled in heat of the night and I tenderly kissed my lover as I
spent my silent passion across him. I leaned back on my knees. I could see
his mouth smiling sleepily at me and as I edged my sperm coated, leaking cock
away from him I felt the need to make him mine to mark somehow. My cock knew
how however and slowly relentlessly I edged up the bed so that my cock was
first over his chest, across his neck and then the wet sperm covered tip
caressed his gently soft lips. It lay quiet for a moment and then the tip
slipped inside the silky smooth boy mouth, discharging a final dripping shot
of semen. As I pulled my cock back I saw him swallow, felt the tremor as the
liquid slipped inside him and sated, elated and disgusted I left the sleeping
boy heaven and slunk back to my bed. To my utter disgust I slept well, warm
with sated sexual goodness oblivious to the crime I had committed on my self,
on my family on my future.

     I woke brightly, energised ready for the reckoning that was to come. The
boys were still sleeping, I allowed myself one brief look inside the room and
went downstairs deciding that the condemned man would have and enjoy a hearty
breakfast before all hell broke lose.
     I was on my second cup of coffee with the bacon frying, the sausages
sizzling and the eggs egging when the front door opened. To my surprise it
was Sarah our ten year old daughter. I had been expecting Jill my wife.
     "How's Auntie Meg?" I asked her.
     "It's not good Daddy," she replied, "mummy sent me over to get more
clothes, we are going to have to stay the whole week-end. Mummy told me to
say that you can bring the boys over for Sunday Lunch. Auntie Meg is worse
than ever and the doctor is on his way. I have to hurry back." She smiled at
me and added, "Could I have a bacon sandwich whilst I'm packing." It was all
so normal. I reacted well and thrust the thoughts of the night away.
     As Sarah went out clutching her sandwich a tousled headed Rick appeared
still just dressed in his pyjamas.
     "Morning Dad," he said rubbing the ever uncontrollable shock of hair and
stood stretching in the middle of the kitchen. "Bacon smells good," he said
longingly.
     "Set the table then," I told him, "and just for once forget about
washing now. We can be real men this weekend, that is until Sunday Lunch."
     Rick giggled and disappeared and I could hear him in the dining room. He
reappeared, "er Dad?" he spoke hesitantly, "the fuse for the TV?"
     "Ok," I said, "yeah we can be real men with TV, Look after the frying
pan and I'll get it."
     Upstairs I removed the fuse from my trousers and looked in on the boys.
Timmy was awake and reading a comic. Jeffie was still asleep. I went over and
knelt down beside him and shook him gently. He startled, shook himself and
then that beautiful bright heart filling smile of his appeared.
     "Good morning Uncle Tim," he smiled his bright blue eyes filled with the
joy of life and not the passion I had raised in them the previous night.
"Gosh I slept well," he added.
     "Right you two," I said, "no washing needed today just head downstairs
for a man's breakfast."
     As Jeffie pulled up the covers his naked body came into view. His
pyjamas had slid further down and I remembered I had not covered him back up.
I stared longingly at the sight of his inch long cock that seemed to be
demanding my attention and reluctantly dragged myself away from the sight.
     "Breakfast and fast," I commanded.
     Rick had managed to finish the breakfast and was serving the plates. I
brought in the toast and as I sat down Jeffie made his appearance, Timmy was
already tucking into his.
     "Jeffie," Rick spoke in a strange tone.
     I looked up Jeffie was naked from the waist down. His little cocklet
bobbed gently as he walked in and took his place.
     "Dad?" Rick appealed to me.
     I smiled, "We're Real Men." I said laughingly.
     "Yaaay," giggled Timmy and pulled of his pyjama top. Rick reddened and
bent his head down over his food. "Bloody Kids," he said disgruntled.
     "Bloody Men," smirked Jeffie and then as he caught my look at his use of
bad language he crumpled apologetically. We tucked into our Real Men meal.
     Afterwards we washed up together and then took over the bathroom to
shower and in my case shave. I left Jeffie and Timmy play showering and went
back downstairs. Rick looked up guiltily from the TV as I entered the dining
room, his books spread out on the table in front of him.
     "Sorry Dad," he began.
     "No sorry about it," I told him, "It's your choice TV or good grades,
the world will always need shirt ironers," I added. Rick hated ironing it was
the one chore he detested and the one we always used to set him back on the
straight and narrow and bad grades meant he ironed for a week or a month
depended on how badly he had wasted his time. "Shall I put the iron on for
you now?" I said pointedly.
     He got up and turned the TV off. We could now hear the noise from above.
Rick knowing he was on a winner put his head on one side and smirked.
     "Ok," ok," I answered, "I'll get them out of your way."

     Upstairs I pulled them out of the shower and began drying them off.
Timmy was first away and shot off to get dressed. I finished drying Jeffie
and then he stood in front of me as I sat on the edge of the bath.
     "Tickle," he demanded.
     I looked down at him. I felt myself go cold I was just getting back to
normality and now.
     "Tickle," Jeffie said again and then took my hand and placed it on his
thickening cock. Horrified I watched as my hand began to stroke him. Oh he
felt so soft and so hard it was a wonderful sensation.
     "Faster," Jeffie whispered. Quickly I pulled him into a more comfortable
position on my lap and began to pump his twitching cocklet. In seconds it was
all over and he trembled, shivered and sighed as he climaxed.
     "Loverley Unca Tim," Jeffie smiled and kissed me gently on the lips.
     Guiltily I followed him into the bedroom. Timmy was just finishing his
dressing and I quickly helped to dress Jeffie, this was all the more
difficult as his cock one again hardened as I was pulling up his briefs.
     "More tickle?" he asked. A bemused Timmy stood watching.
     "No," I said authoritatively, "let's get out of Rick's way and go feed
the ducks."
     "Yayyyyayyy," shouted the two excited boys and one excited father for
somewhat different reasons followed them out of the room.
     The park was a bit cold but fun and I let the two of them run around as
much as they wanted, careful to ensure they took off a layer of clothing and
put it back on when they slowed down. There was only one anxious moment. We
sat down outside the lock-up caf‚/shop to eat our ice-creams and Jeffie
insisted on sitting on my lap. In order to hold him tight I found myself
trying to hold him without touching him and it proved impossible, temptation
was too great. In the end I found myself with one hand put up inside his
overcoat and then I slid it down inside the waistband of his long shorts. As
we sat I stroked and gentled him between the legs for a few minutes whilst we
finished our treat. Around me other kids and their parents were doing almost
the same thing.
     Back at the house Rick had finished his work and did us all a hot drink
as I read it over. It was good work, not brilliant but good and again his
handwriting was acceptable.
     "Well," he said entering with my coffee.
     "Hmm," I played him along.
     "Dad," he groaned and then sat on my knee just like Jeffie had,
"honestly now?" he asked.
     "Its good," I smiled rubbing the waywardly shock of hair, "and the
handwriting is improving all the time. Well done." I added and held him
tight.
     Leaving them to muck around, Rick was actually playing with the twin
typhoons I went up to make the beds and tidy up. I had finished the bathroom
and the boy's bedroom and was just tidying up my own mess when the door
opened and Jeffie ran into the room. He threw himself up on the bed I had
just made.
     "Tickle," he instructed.
     I looked down at my tempter. His face was flushed from his exertions and
he looked incredibly beautiful and I could see a hardening between his legs.
     "What about Rick and Timmy?" I said carefully.
     "They're playing on the playstation," he said, "I havta wait my turn,"
he added and then put his head on one said and smiled his beautiful smile,
"Tickle?" he asked hesitantly.
     I leaned over and began pulling down his shorts; his cocklet was already
filling his briefs. Gently I eased them over the throbbing lump. He thrust
his cock up at me.
     "Kiss tickle?" he asked quietly.
     `Kiss tickle' I though `Oh God he wants me to suck him.'
     "Please," he begged sexily.
     Down I went. I reckoned I had at least ten to fifteen minutes before his
turn came around and we both enjoyed our hot sucking session. After his
sexing in the park he climaxed very quickly and we were well into his second
orgasm when Timmy called up the stairs.
     "Jeffie, Jeffie it's your turn now." came the call.
     "He's just coming," I called back and turning back to my feast
discovered that I was right.
     As I pulled his briefs and pants back up Jeffie again kissed me on the
lips.
     "I like your tickles," he smiled, "they're much better than mum or
dads."
     "Thank you," I said swinging him up and off the bed, "I'm glad you like
them." I kissed him gently on the lips and then hoisting him up kissed him
hard between the legs.
     "More tickles," he said hopefully as I lowered him down to my face
level.
     "Tonight," I promised, "at bedtime," and pulled him hard against me.
Again I kissed him on the lips. There was a moment's pressure and then his
mouth opened slightly and I slipped the tip of my tongue in. I kissed him
lovingly gently raping his mouth with my tongue. I held him tight and knew I
wanted to fuck him good and hard.
     "Jeffie," came Timmy's voice.
     I let him go and he shot downstairs.
     The rest pf the day was uneventful. Rick went round to his mate Sam's
with strict curfew times, the boys played loudly and energetically and Jill
phoned. Meg was overwrought and needed tender loving care. Jill reckoned if I
looked after the boys she could look after the girls and Meg. I would send
Rick over to pick up some clothes for Jeffie, including his school gear; it
would only be for a week or two at the most. Between us we could cope. All I
could think of was - how far could I go with Jeffie before the earth gave way
beneath my feet. I rang Rick at Sam's and told him to pick up the stuff from
his mother on the way home, and yes he could spend another hour out because
of it.
     That evening we sat in the front room watching a sci-fi movie. I had
Timmy on one side and Rick on the other and Jeffie on my lap. No one was
aware that my hand was like in the park under his shirt and down his shorts.
I longed for bedtime. At last the film ended and as Rick started to watch it
again I packed the other off to the bathroom.
     "I'm taking no chance tonight," I said, "Timmy you go to sleep in your
bed and Jeffie you will start off in my bed." The boys nodded and Jeffie
winked at me.
     Downstairs Rick was a third of the way into the film.
     1I'm juts going to try an settle Timmy and Jeffie," I explained.
     "Rick grimaced, "best of luck Dad," he grunted.
     In no time I had cajoled Timmy to sleep and was now free to play with
Jeffie. I found him already naked lying on the bed his three incher hard and
tight. I swooped down on him and proceeded to slick and lick and suck him all
over nibbling at every inch of bare skin until he began to thrust hard into
his first climax. We paused for a bit and I slipped my own cock out of my
flies and began stroking his body with it. Jeffie watched inquisitively as I
slicked the glistening tip across his belly and down to coat his cock with my
juices.
     "Its wet," he said more as a statement of fact.
     "Yes," I replied, "it's to make things nicer and easier. See," I showed
him as I used my pre-cum to lubricate his cock.
     "Oh," he sighed and again I worked my magic on him. So heavy was this
climax that he lay breathless with parted lips as I thrust against him as
before and coated him, marked him out again with my semen. Reckless to the
last I moved up the bed and slimed the tip across the hot trembling lips.
Acquiescent he made no counter move as I slipped my cock tip in between his
lips. In the warm moist interior my cock pulsed a little more liquid, more
man essence.
     "Suck," I barely whispered. He did not move. "Suck," I whispered louder
as my cock dribbled inside his mouth. There was a small movement which grew
stronger and soon he was sucking and swallowing as my cock gave up its
lubrication fluids. Tomorrow I promised myself I cum in his mouth.
     I removed my cock and began to tongue fuck his mouth, he responded
sluggishly.
     "Tired," I whispered.
     "Sorta," he breathed back, "I feel all floaty and and," he sought for
words, "nice," he offered.
     I picked him up and leaving his pyjamas behind took him naked into the
bedroom. I knew I would be back for more that night.

     To be continued