Date: Tue, 7 Feb 2006 08:42:17 -0800 (PST)
From: EE
Subject: MEASURING DAY

It was a big day in the Furman household, where Andrew Furman, now aged 37
but in supreme shape, was holding the monthly Measurement Day.  It was a
spring Saturday, and Andrew's six sons were lined up before him, eager to
get the event underway.  It was always a fun and sexy day, and the boys
looked forward to it from month to month.

There was Andrew, Jr., aged 16.  The twins, Elliott and Seth, were 14.
Bobby was 13, Sammy was 11, and the youngest, Thomas, had just turned nine.
Keeping it a big secret from his now ex-wife, Andrew Furman had begun
Measuring Day when his oldest son was five years old.  The boys were asked
to participate as soon as they were old enough to stand.  Very careful
measurements were taken and recorded in a ledger which the family's father
kept in his office safe.  Height, weight, circumference of chest, waist,
hips and thighs, but also - and this the boys found particularly delightful
- length and thickness of the penis, and the volume of sperm shot by
masturbating.  The boys were always encouraged to help each other to get
erections and then to have as good an orgasm as they possibly could.  By
tradition, the youngest boy held the measuring cup into which those
brothers whose testicles were producing sperm ejaculated.  From the very
beginning, the boys were encouraged to masturbate to orgasm and told that
someday they, too, would have something to contribute to the cup.  When all
six boys and their father had had their orgasms, the content of the
measuring cups was combined, and the boy who had been best behaved during
the previous month and had achieved the best results at school won the
prize of getting to drink down the salty liquid.

The boys weren't wearing much to begin with, and on their father's command,
they all quickly stripped down and lined up, bare naked.  Andrew undressed,
too, knowing that his nine-inch penis was a target of aspiration for all of
his sons.  Andrew, Jr., was well along, with nearly seven inches between
his legs.  Elliott and Seth were developing nicely - four-and-a-half inches
of penis, perfectly identical, just like their owners were.  Bobby had
started to grow pubic hair and produce sperm a few months earlier, and his
penis and testicles were descending nicely.  The first Measuring Day that
he had deposited sperm into the cup, he had naturally been selected as the
one who could drink the combined juices of Elliott, Seth and the two
Andrews.  Bobby had had lots of experience with drinking down cum - in fact
Seth, who had beaten his twin to sperm by two days, deposited his first
stream of spunk into Bobby's mouth.  Sammy and Thomas were still hairless
and dry, but they masturbated alone and together with their brothers often,
hoping to stretch their little penises into ones that were much, much
larger.

Andrew surveyed his handsome sons with great pride - they were all very
handsome.  Andrew had worked as a fashion model in his younger days, he was
superbly muscled, with a light sprinkling of hair across his chest, a nice
bush around his big cock, and a pair of low-hanging balls which were the
envy of all of his sons.  The woman who had served as Andrew's receptacle
for producing his good buddies had also been a fashion model.  She hadn't
cared that her husband philandered on the side with men and boys, and she
had left after Thomas's birth, receiving a nice settlement from her husband
which allowed her to live in Europe.  She called and wrote regularly,
always admitting that she wasn't much of a mother.  In Europe, she had a
string of handsome young men who were always pleased to pleasure her, and
because Andrew made an enormous amount of money as an investment banker,
she could live well, and she didn't have to worry about her sons.  If she
had ever suspected that Andrew was having a sexual relationship with his
kids, she never said so.

The height, weight and body measurements were performed quickly, because
they were boring.  Andrew, Sr., was 6'3 tall, and he thought that all of
his sons would grow near to, if not above that height.  Andrew, Jr., was
already nearly six feet tall, and none of the other boys was a runt.
Andrew kept his sons on a strict regimen of nutrition and exercise to
develop healthy bodies.  Masturbation was taught on each boy's fifth
birthday, with Andrew doing the teaching.  By the time Sammy was born it
was clear to him that the older boys were teaching their younger brothers
to beat off even before their fifth birthdays, but he didn't mind.  Thomas
had marched in on his fifth birthday buck-ass naked, with his erect little
penis firmly in hand, and Andrew hadn't had to say anything, he had just
stroked his own meat as he watched the little boy pump away at himself and
then shiver and almost fall over as the dry orgasm hit him.  Thomas had
evidently been taught more than just to masturbate, because when he stopped
shivering, he came over to where Andrew was sitting, bent over, and opened
his mouth to receive his daddy's sperm.  The Furman men played together in
all possible ways.  They often walked around the house naked or just in
sports shorts, erections were sprung often, and often they were taken care
of.  At the dinner table it was not unusual for one boy to disappear under
the table for a couple of minutes and for another to stop eating for a
little bit, then throw back his head and close his eyes, moan and pant for
a minute, and then return to his meal as if nothing had happened, while the
other son emerged from under the table wiping his mouth and grinning.

Sleeping arrangements in the Furman household were haphazard.  Andrew owned
a vast house in the fanciest suburb of the city where they all lived, with
seven bedrooms, but usually at least some of the rooms were empty as
brothers crawled into bed with one another for sex before bedtime.  Andrew
liked to sleep alone, and so he allowed his sons to come in and get sexy
with him, but he always chased them out afterward.  Privacy meant privacy,
a closed door meant a closed door, and no meant no, but there wasn't much
to say no to.  It was no secret to Andrew that masturbation wasn't the top
of the game for his horny boys, adolescents and teenagers.  When little
Thomas had demonstrated his skill at masturbating and drinking down his
daddy's sperm, he hadn't said that Andrew, Jr., who was then 12, had taught
him to suck a penis long ago, so long ago that he couldn't even remember.
It was natural for Thomas, when he saw that one of the others was about to
cum, to put his mouth on the cockhead for maximum pleasure.  His brothers
reacted in kind, and the little boy was a real horndog who masturbated as
often as he could and loved to have his boy penis suckled by the others.
Older brothers gradually broke younger brothers not only into cocksucking,
but also ass fucking.  They loved one another very much, and they were
always extremely gentle until the recipient of the cock grew accustomed to
the feeling of having it up his butt.  Elliott, one of the twins,
particularly loved having his butt reamed out by the pole of one of his
brothers, and Seth, the other twin, was always particularly happy to offer
his services.  Seth's still small penis wasn't enough for Elliott, though,
and he often pestered Andrew, Jr., to fill in.  He loved to lay on the bed,
his legs swung over his head while his older brother fucked the living
daylights out of him, flooding his ass with hot, thick cum.

It wasn't at all true that the boys had no outside life.  They all did well
at school and were very popular.  They all had a perfect sixth sense about
which of their classmates would be receptive to overtures and which ones
wouldn't.  There was no messing with girls, because Andrew had enrolled all
of them at the Bridgetown Boys' School which still ignored political
correctness and, because it was a private facility and frightfully
expensive, was allowed to maintain its boys-only policy.  Needless to say,
all of the students were horny and young, and trophies were routinely
collected by the good-looking Furman boys.  Andrew, Jr., had preened for a
week when he had corralled Pete Tompkins, captain of the school's
much-praised football team, for a blowjob which the athlete, after much
hemming and hawing, had returned.  Boys were regular visitors to the Furman
house, each swearing on a stack of Bibles and heads of dead and living
relatives to keep eternally quiet about what went on there.  Few who came
once stayed away afterwards, and Andrew was forever tripping over boys and
teenagers who were sleeping on a couch, a floor, or, on more than one
occasion, in the bathtub.  It was always up to the son to decide whether
the father would be invited to take part in a sexual adventure with an
outsider.  Some of the kids were a bit freaked out at the idea of this very
old person getting naked with them, but Andrew was not only fiercely
good-looking, he was extremely nice and gentle, and nearly everyone
relaxed.  Andrew never minded when he was left out.  Just last week the
twins had brought home the Sanders triplets, all of them 15, and Andrew had
been perfectly satisfied to walk past the door of the bedroom where they
were all having fun, pausing for a moment to listen to the slurping and
moaning behind the door and, twice, chasing away Sammy, who was peeking
through the keyhole and masturbating frantically, his sexy little butt
sticking out as he pounded away.  Andrew had had to let Sammy suck his dick
to orgasm as compensation for taking away his visual treat.

Now it was time for penis measurements.  Both Seth and Sammy were sent to
take cold showers, because they had had boners from the very beginning, and
measurement of the soft penis was a part of the deal.  On more than one
occasion Andrew had had to go into the bathroom with his tape measure to
take the measurement of a son who was all but blue from the cold water.  On
such cases he turned off the water and stroked the boy's penis until the
effects of the water wore off and the cock was back to its natural state.
This, of course, often led to a renewed erection, so Andrew had to work
quickly before letting the kid return to his natural, horny state.

Of course, penis length and thickness didn't increase very much from month
to month, but the boys all loved to look in the ledger and see that what
had once been a true pencil dick was turning into a nice tool, indeed.
Andrew, Jr., as the most experienced of the sons, loved Measuring Day, his
father's warm hand on his penis as he took the soft measurement first, and
then, often as not, his father's warm hand gently rubbing the shaft until a
proper erection was formed.

When all the measurements were taken and recorded, it was time to get down
to the business of producing an orgasm.  The previous Measuring Day, Seth
had filled his measuring cup with more sperm than Andrew had, because
Andrew had had sex with a classmate twice the night before and had
masturbated to the memory of that sex twice more.  Andrew vowed that that
would never happen again, and this time he hadn't cum for two whole days in
preparation.

There were seven erect penises in the big living room as the boys got down
to work.  Each had a favorite way of working up a maximum orgasm.  Thomas
always sat down next to Andrew and grabbed his daddy's massive boner with
one hand as he stroked away with the other, and this he did today, too.
Andrew had to control his breathing, because Thomas naturally gave exactly
as many strokes to his cock as he gave to his own, it was just the rhythm
of the thing.

Seth and Elliott stood in the middle of the room with young Sammy on his
knees before them, sucking first one cock and then the other.  Bobby and
Andrew were on the floor, locked in a passionate embrace, tongues down each
other's throats and two hardons rubbing together, one big, the other not
nearly as big, but just as hard.  Bobby couldn't imagine wanting to be
anywhere else than locked in his older brother's muscular arms, and he felt
himself in seventh heaven as the two boys frottaged against each other,
lips locked together, hands roaming freely.

This proceeded for several minutes, Andrew, Jr., and Bobby turning around
into a 69 position and greedily taking each other's cocks into their hot,
wet mouths.  Elliott had bent Sammy over a chair and was sliding his prick
into his younger brother's butt as his twin, Seth, knelt behind him and
gave Elliott's asshole a good licking.  Andrew, Sr., felt his own horniness
increase a hundredfold as his boys gave him excellent eye candy while the
youngest masturbated his throbbing prick.  Had Measuring Day been the only
sex-filled day of the month, Andrew would have wanted it never to end, but
it was Saturday morning, and it was more than clear that there would be
more orgasms in the house during the course of the day and evening than
just during this one event.

Thomas had to cum first so that he would be free to hold the cup for his
dad and brothers, and so Bobby and Andrew, Jr., regretfully stopped their
cocksucking.  Bobby knelt down in front of the couch, Thomas spread his
legs, and Bobby took the young boy's hot erection into his mouth, slurping
and sliding on it to make the kid feel as good as possible.  Andrew got
down behind him, spit on his dick to lube it up, and slid right into
Bobby's tight chute.  Bobby didn't even stop sucking on Thomas's dick, he
was so used to Andrew being up there.  Thomas was still masturbating his
father while he lay back and closed his eyes, enjoying the wonderful
feeling of a mouth on his small but rock-hard pricklet.  Andrew, Sr.,
stroked his son's hair, giving him the feeling of family warmth as he
reveled in the family sex.

It didn't take long.  Thomas started to breathe hard, and then to moan as
his orgasm started to rise up, seemingly from his toes, up his legs, into
his hairless balls and then out the tip of his throbbing penis.  Bobby kept
his mouth firmly clamped on the young boy's cockhead as it shook and pumped
in his mouth for what seemed to be an entire minute.  Thomas had stopped
stroking Andrew's cock while he cummed, just gripping it very tightly in
his small fist.

"You guys finished over there?"  This was Seth, who was down on his knees
with his face buried in Elliott's ass as his twin fucked Sammy hard.
"Timmy, get over here with the cup, I'm almost ready."  Thomas slid off the
couch, grabbed the first cup and ran over to where his brothers were sexing
it up.  Seth regretfully removed his face from Elliott's smooth ass and
stood up, masturbating strongly.  "Here it cums," he moaned.  Timmy held
the cup right up to his brother's penis, and a moment later the first shot
came out, splatting against the bottom of the measuring cup.  Another and
then another - six sperm shots in all, leaving a layer at the bottom of the
cup which was perhaps one-sixteenth of an inch thick.

"I'm gonna be next," panted Bobby, who always had maximum orgasms when
someone was fucking him.  Thomas had to get down on the floor by the couch
to aim the second cup at his brother's boner, and once again, just a moment
or two passed before Bobby started filling his cup up with young adolescent
spunk.  Seven shots, clearly more sperm than Seth had produced.  Each spurt
of cum had caused Bobby to tighten his ass around Andrew's thrusting cock,
and Andrew had to control himself not to let go inside his brother's warm,
tight ass.  As soon as Thomas had put the cup with Bobby's sperm on the
table, Andrew summoned him over.  He gently withdrew from Bobby's butt and
knelt, his crotch thrust out, to present the results of his orgasm to his
baby brother.  This time there was no question - fully ten spurts of cum,
ropelike, shot out of the oldest brother's big dick, nearly a quarter-inch
of sperm at the bottom of the cup when it was all over, Andrew banging the
tip of his cock on the edge of the cup to knock out the last few drops and
almost knocking the cup out of Thomas's hands.

That left Sammy, Elliott and Andrew, Sr.  Sammy squealed that he was about
to cum as Elliott increased the butt-thrusting tempo to maximum drive.
Timmy didn't have to use a cup, because Sammy's orgasms were still dry,
although the 11-year-old swore that he could feel cum starting to build up
in his balls.  If so, it didn't make an appearance this time.  Elliott
grabbed his brother's hips hard and drove his four-and-a-half inches as
deep into Sammy's ass as he could while the boy groaned through his lengthy
dry orgasm.  Half a minute later Thomas was holding the cup on Sammy's back
as Elliott let go his own orgasm, producing almost as exactly as much sperm
with five shots as his twin Seth had produced with six.

Now all the boys gathered around Andrew, Sr., who was on the couch and at
maximum bone.  Seth got down between his legs and took one, then the other
one of Andrew's big balls into his mouth, running his tongue around and
around.  Andrew, Jr., got up on the couch next to his dad and started to
rub his cock all over the handsome man's face, getting hard again as he
did.  On Andrew, Sr.'s other side, Elliott was doing the same, the two boys
poking their dicks together on their father's face, dick-slapping him and
driving him nearly wild.  Thomas was down on the floor on his stomach,
lazily licking his daddy's toes, which he knew Andrew, Sr., really liked.
Bobby was lying on the couch, also on his stomach, and rubbing his dad's
pubic hair, putting hard pressure on his crotch and knowing that Andrew,
Sr., really liked that, too.

"Come on up here, son," Andrew puffed in a strangled voice after a few
minutes of getting serviced by his boys.  Thomas leaped up and grabbed the
last cup, presenting it in front of his dad's huge cock just a few seconds
before an enormous quantity of cum started to shoot out, the first banging
against the bottom of the cup (they used a bigger cup for dad than for any
of the boys) with force that caused Thomas to hang on tight, and then spunk
after spunk of sperm adding to the quantity.  The cup was nearly one-third
full when Andrew, Sr., finished nearly a minute later, thinking to himself
that one spurt at least could be attributed to two of his sons rubbing
their cocks on his cheeks and face while he masturbated.

The last thing to do was to decide who would get to drink the accumulated
cum.  Thomas stood at the table, mixing together the sperm as if it were a
cocktail.  Sperm gets cold quickly, and so while Andrew thought about who
to award it to, Thomas went into the kitchen and put the cup into the
microwave for 45 seconds, just to get the cum back to body warmth.  By the
time he came back, it had been decided.  Andrew, Jr., had pulled down
straight A's during the last quarter at school, and he had been very good
about helping out with the chores all week (not least because he loved
being the one to guzzle down his dad's and his brother's ball juice).  The
big cup was more than a quarter full with the combined cum of Andrew, Sr.,
Andrew, Jr., Bobby, Seth and Elliott, and Andrew drank it down in four big
gulps, smiling happily as the ooze slithered down his throat, so tasty, so
salty, so wonderful.

Then the cups were washed and put away for the next month's Measuring Day.
The boys all got back into their shorts and, with much giggling and horsing
around, went off to do their chores.  Andrew, Sr., knew that there might be
some cocksucking out in the back garden while grass was being mowed, he
felt quite confident that someone would be sticking his cock into the tube
of the vacuum cleaner while cleaning up the living room - all in all, just
another day at the Furman household, but all the more special because it
had been Measuring Day.