Date: Thu, 12 Dec 2013 16:10:02 -0600
From: Jim 002 <jim002@outlook.com>
Subject: Mike and Hank-3

                          Mike and Hank
                      By jim002@outlook.com
              Copyright 2013 by jim002@outlook.com

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                              Three
   "Hello," Mike said. "Oh, hi." He paused. "I put them on his
desk yesterday." Mike frowned. "Did you look in his inbox?" Mike
sighed. "OK. I'll come down." He hung up.
   "I have to run to the shop. I shouldn't be long. Some papers
seem to have been misplaced."
   "Oh. Can I go?" I asked him.
   "Uh, sure. You mind waiting in the truck?"
   "No. Not at all."
   "I'll head home," Hank said. "Call me when you get back."
   "OK, Dad."
   "And don't have sex in the truck. Save it for when I am
around," Hank said.
   I laughed.
   We got dressed. Hank left and we followed him out the door.
Hank got in his car and drove off.
   "This is nice," Mike said, once we were in the truck. "I get
you to myself."
   I smiled at him.
   "Have you thought of anything you need to pick up?"
   "No."
   Mike reached out and took my hand. He held it.
   "It is nice being alone together," I said. "I mean, I really
like Hank, but."
   "I know."
   I looked at Mike's crotch. While I watched, I saw him grow
erect.
   "He must like me!" I said.
   Mike laughed.
   "He's crazy about you, Tom!"
   I started wondering what Mom was doing. Was she lonely?
Angry? Both?
   "You thinking about your mother?"
   "Yeah."
   After about twenty minutes, we pulled up in front of a body
repair shop.
   "This shouldn't take long."
   "Don't worry about it."
   Mike got out of the truck and walked into the shop. I took
out my phone and played a game on it. It occurred to me that my
mother paid the bill. Would she still pay? Could Mike, or would I
have to get a new phone and new number? That was assuming Mike
could afford it.
   He walked out a few minutes later. He was on the phone as he
got in the truck.
   "Yeah. Thanks, Dad. Bye," Mike said.
   He put his phone back in his pocket.
   "That was Dad. He was asking a lawyer friend about you."
   "Oh."
   "Your mother can force you to move home, but you can go to
court and ask to be emancipated. She has to agree."
   "Oh." I was disappointed. No. Scratch that. I was crushed.
   Mike backed the truck up and we headed home.
   "Your mother may not want you home, though."
   I tried not to cry. Going to court to do anything took time
and money. While Mike and Hank might pay the court costs, it
would take weeks, I figured, if not months. You probably had to
wait for a court date. Even murderers waited for one. Why would
they see me the day I showed up? And if my mother didn't want me
back and never wanted to see me again, how was that better?
   "Oh, Mike!"
   "Try not to be upset. If worse comes to worse, I will pick
you up each night after your mother goes to bed. Teenagers have
been sneaking out of houses, ever since there were houses."
   I smiled, but I felt sick.
   "It's only five months."
   I was depressed. I had the man of my dreams. No, both men of
my dreams and I was about to lose them. I could feel it. I would
be back home and Mom would do everything she could to keep Mike
away from me. What if she got a restraining order to keep him
away? I might not be able to see him at all until I was eighteen.
Mike reached out and held my hand. I was torn. Mom hadn't called.
Did that mean she didn't want me to come home? That was good and
bad. Good because I would stay with Mike. Bad because she.didn't
love me anymore. I loved her. I closed my eyes.
   "Try not to worry. The worst that can happen is that we won't
see each other for a little while."
   I tried not to, but I couldn't help it. And I didn't want my
mother to hate me.
   We got to Mike's house. We went inside. I got my phone and
went into the bathroom. I dialed her. She answered.
   "Hi, Mom."
   "Tommy."
   "Mom, I didn't want to hurt you. I love you very much. I also
love Mike-"
   "Tommy!"
   "Mom, you told me you didn't know how much longer it would
last. You kept talking about Bob from work. I assumed you were
going to dump Mike. I know I should have waited-"
   "Tommy!"
   "Please, Mom. Let me finish, or I won't be able to say it. I
fell in love with Mike when I met him."
   Mom sighed.
   "I was very aware of how much you liked him. I think of you
as his fan club. I also knew how much he liked you. He talked
about you all the time! To be honest, I would have broken up with
him long ago, if you two had not liked each other so much. But I
thought you saw him as a father figure, especially after you
asked me if I planned to marry him. You looked so disappointed
when I said I wasn't. Tommy, I don't hate you. I was furious last
night, and I said and did things in the heat of the moment. I was
talking with your father a few minutes ago. He reminded me how
horny teenage boys are. I'm mad at you, at myself, and at Mike.
Especially Mike. He was using me to get to you. If I wasn't
convinced he loves you, I would have called the police."
   "He does love me."
   "Yes, and he was using me," she said.
   I didn't know what to say to that.
   "Are you coming home? You are welcome here. I shouldn't have
kicked you out."
   She was giving me a choice, I realized that was a terrible
thing. I got to choose who I made unhappy.
   "If I move back, I would want to see him."
   She sighed.
   "I know."
   "And you would hate that, even if you allowed it." She
sighed. "I would also move in with him, as soon as I turn
eighteen."
   "I know that, too. That is why I asked. I don't think I could
stand seeing him and I know you would be miserable if you
didn't."
   I could make her unhappy or Mike and me unhappy. Two or one.
Then I decided that making one person happy by making two people
unhappy was not really a good solution.
   "Mom, I love you so much, but I'm going to stay here."
   She started crying and I felt like dog shit.
   "I'll visit all the time. Will that be all right?"
   "Of course!"
   "Would it be all right if I called every evening?"
   "Tommy, you can call me whenever you want, but yes. I would
like knowing I will hear from you."
   "I do love you. And I hate it that we can't both be happy. I
want you to be happy, Mom. I really do."
   "I believe you. Sometimes love sucks. I knew that before I
married your father. Then I got a live demonstration of the
concept."
   I laughed.
   "I'll call you at 7:30 this evening."
   "Bye, baby."
   "Bye, Mom."
   I hung up and set an alarm on my phone to go off at 7:30
every day. That way I wouldn't forget.
   It was a lot to think about. I was shocked that my father
excused it as horniness. Had he changed? He must have changed a
lot! I remembered him saying that people shouldn't give in to
homosexuality. That even if you were that way, you could choose
not to do anything about it. I didn't understand his reaction. I
would have expected him to blame Mom. That was what he did when
he still lived with us. He blamed her for everything.
   I walked out of the bathroom.
   "You called her."
   "Yeah."
   Mike looked so nervous. I smiled at him.
   "She let me decide."
   Mike grinned. "She did?"
   "I told her I was going to stay."
   Mike pulled me into his arms. We kissed. When we pulled
apart, he started undressing me. I did it myself and he started
pulling his own clothes off. He picked me up and carried me to
his bed. Our bed.
   "You are mine," Mike said.
   I nodded, smiling.
   He picked up a bottle of lube. I looked at his stiff cock and
began stroking my dick. He climbed onto the bed.
   "Pull your legs up."
   I did. He squirted some lube on my hole. I groaned as he
pushed it in with his finger. He brushed my hand off my cock and
began stroking me while he fucked me with his finger. I moaned
   "You like that, baby?"
   "Yes, Mike."
   "Do you want me to fuck you?"
   "Yes."
   Mike grinned.
   He pushed a second finger inside me. I had been about to
come, but the pain of it kept me from coming. He began moving his
two fingers around.
   I reached for his cock. He moved over and I began stroking
him.
   I couldn't take my eyes off his cock. I loved it. I could
hardly believe I had one, much less two beautiful cocks to play
with. I thought about Hank and I was wishing I had his cock to
suck on when the phone rang.
   "Answer it, will you, Tom?"
   I reached for the phone. I picked it up.
   "Hello?"
   "Hey! You're back," Hank said.
   "Yes! And I have good news! I spoke to my mom and she is
going to allow me to live with Mike!"
   "Just Mike?"
   "Well, you, too!" I said.
   "That's fantastic, Tommy! I know this sounds silly, but I
can't think of anything else. I miss you."
   "Oh, Hank."
   I looked at Mike.
   "Invite him over."
   "Mike is about to fuck me."
   Hank laughed.
   "Tommy, for the rest of your life, you can assume that will
always be the case," Hank said.
   I laughed. It was fine with me!
   "It's true about me, too, baby. I want to fuck you, Tommy."
   "That's a shame, Hank."
   "Why?"
   "Because I want to suck you."
   Mike laughed.
   "I'll be there in thirty seconds," Hank said, before hanging
up.
   I put the phone down, laughing.
   "Hank will be right over."
   Mike laughed.
   "I'm sure. A beautiful boy just told him he wanted to suck
his cock."
   I grinned.
   Mike moved between my legs.
   "Ready?"
   "Uh. I hope so."
   Mike laughed.
   "I don't have to do it, Tom. I don't have to fuck you."
   "Yes, you do! Who told you that?" I said.
   He laughed.
   "Just one of my dumber ideas."
   He placed the head of his cock at my hole.
   "Now push out."
   I did, while he pushed in. It burned like crazy.
   "Your eyes are watering," Mike said.
   "They are tears of happiness," I gasped.
   I groaned as he kept pushing. It burned!
   "Are your teeth clenched in happiness?"
   "No. They are clenched with joy!"
   I chuckled (with my teeth clenched). I guess it relaxed me,
because he slipped further inside me and it hurt a little less.
   "The head is inside you," he told me.
    "I remember him!" I gasped. "He's friends with my mouth."
   Mike laughed.
   "Not with your ass?"
   "Uh."
   "I should stop, Tom."
   "No, Mike."
   Then I wondered why I was determined to get fucked when it
hurt so much.
   "Will it always hurt so much?"
   Mike pulled out of me.
   "I don't know. You are the first virgin I've fucked. The
other man I fucked was bigger than you and had been fucked many
times."
   "How did it feel the first time your father fucked you?"
   "I begged him to stop. It hurt like hell. I'm not going to do
that to you. We will get you stretched, first. I-"
   Someone started pounding on the door. It had to be Hank. Mike
got off the bed to let him in. They walked back into the bedroom
together.
   "There is a little boy here who needs my cock," Hank said.
   "It must be that guy," Mike said, pointing at me.
   I laughed.
   "Dad, you've fucked a lot of virgins," Mike said, surprising
me. "How do I make it less painful for Tom?"
   Hank started getting undressed.
   "Being drunk helps. We'll stretch him together."
   I jacked off while I watched Hank undress. When his erect
cock was exposed, I had to stop. I was about to come. I groaned
as I watched a drop of precum drop slowly down to the floor.
   "Hank your cock is dripping and it is going to waste."
   Hank grinned. He got up on the bed. He offered me his cock.
   "Here you go, sweetheart. That was inconsiderate of me."
   His cock was at my lips. I opened my mouth and took him into
it. I groaned at the flavor. I sucked on the head and stroked the
shaft.
   "We need to stretch him for a while," Hank said to his son.
"We need to stretch him until he isn't in any pain. The key is to
go slowly. It's hard, I know. You want to get your cock into him.
But you also want him to love having your cock inside him. You
want him eager for his next fuck. You don't want him to associate
it with pain."
   The two of them stretched me with their fingers. Hank
produced a steady stream of precum while they did it. I really
loved the taste. I decided I needed to ask them how to make them
produce more of it for me. I sucked him while they stretched me.
I was having a wonderful time. I had their fingers inside me, as
well as Hank's drooling cock in my mouth. I loved the velvety
feel of his cock head against my tongue. I got groans of pleasure
from Hank when I ran my tongue over the head. They made me feel
powerful. I was looking at Hank's black pubic and belly hair. It
was easy to fantasize that I was sucking Coach Morelli, although
Hank was just as hot. Hotter, even.
   Hank pulled his cock out of my mouth. I lunged forward and
swallowed it again. Hank laughed.
   "I was about to come, and I want to shoot inside your sweet
cunt, Tommy."
   "I really want you to come in my mouth again."
   "I will. I promise. You don't know how happy it makes me that
you want to eat my semen. I loved cock-feeding Mike when he was
younger-I was pumping nutrition into his body with every orgasm.
I will love cock-feeding you, too. Don't forget all that protein.
I want you to have it. Semen also has testosterone in it. That
helps build muscles."
   "Wow! I'm going to want a lot!"
   Mike and Hank laughed.
   "You hear that son? Your boy wants your cum in his mouth,"
Hank said.
   "I'll feed him, Dad. We both will."
   Mike washed his cock in the bathroom. He walked out of it
grinning at me, as his cock swung back and forth. He looked so
hot! He climbed on the bed and gave me what I wanted. I sucked on
the head and stroked the shaft, just like I had done with Hank. I
sighed, happily as Mike, too, soon began feeding me precum. Mike
pushed a finger back inside me and they continued stretching me.
   After a while, Hank said, "We each have two fingers in you.
How much does it hurt?"
   "Mmm mmm mm mm."
   Mike and Hank laughed. Mike pulled his dick from my mouth so
I could answer--in English.
   "It's not too bad."
   Hank put lube on his cock.
   "Do you want me inside you, Tommy?"
   "Yes, Hank. Every day."
   He grinned at me. "Thank you, baby. My cock is yours whenever
you want it. There is no need to be shy about wanting it or
needing it. After all, I want and need to have my cock in you."
   I smiled at him and he winked at me.
   I sucked Mike as Hank pushed inside me.
   "I wish Joe was here to film this," Hank said.
   I wondered who that was.
   "My brother Joe used to film Mike and me having sex," Hank
said.
   I wanted to watch those videos!
   "He did a lot more than film," Mike said.
   "True," Hank said.
   Mike pulled his cock out of my mouth.
   "He's in!"
   I grinned at both of them.
   "This was you, ten years ago," Hank said to Mike.
   "Yeah. You fucked me while I sucked Uncle Joe."
   "I want to see those films!" I said.
   They both laughed.
   "The camera always shook when Joe came," Hank said. I
laughed. "And watching Mike and me have sex always made him come
a couple of times. There's a lot of shaky video of your lovers,
Tommy." I grinned. "We've got some hot videos of Joe and me
shooting on Mike's face."
   I moaned and my cock started shooting.
   "Look at that!" Hank said.
   "I think nasty, incest videos must turn him on, Dad," Mike
said.
   "That, or seeing his lover's face covered with incest spunk.
Which is it, Tommy?"
   I gasped, "Both!"
   They chuckled.
   "I guess it's a good thing we have so many videos! Tommy
definitely belongs in our family. He's one of us," Hank said.
   Mike licked me clean. He sucked my dick for a while. Then he
moved back up the bed and offered me his cock. I sucked him as
Hank fucked me. I thought about Joe. What would it be like having
three beautiful cocks to play with? Having all three of them come
on my face. But I was afraid it would make Mike or Hank unhappy
if I wanted someone else.
   "Coat his tonsils, son," Hank said to Mike.
   Hank reached out and pulled on Mike's nipples.
   "Empty your balls in your beautiful boy's mouth, son."
   "I will, Dad."
   "He wants cum in his mouth. Maybe he even needs it. We don't
want him wandering the streets and squatting next to gloryholes
to get it."
   "There's always Uncle Joe," Mike said.
   I pulled off Mike. "I would like to meet him," I said.
   Hank laughed.
   "Meet him or suck him until you get a mouthful of his creamy
Italian sperm?"
   "Uh.both, I think."
   Hank hollered and Mike and I laughed.
   "Are you Italian?"
   "Joe and I are half-Italian. Mike is one quarter Italian."
   "Does that bother either of you, at all?" I asked them.
   "That you want more cock and more cum?" Hank asked.
   The way he said it made me feel like a slut.
   "It makes me glad," Hank said. "I would love to see your
beautiful face covered with three or four mens' loads. I would
take pictures and then wipe all that sperm into your mouth for
you to enjoy." I groaned. "Would you lick it off my fingers,
Tommy?"
   "Oh, yeah!"
   "Oh you like that idea! What about you, Mike?"
   "It depends on the men."
   "You could pick the men for Tommy," Hank said to his son.
   "I want us both to shoot in him at the same time. Dual
insemination. And I'm close," Hank said, as he fucked me.
   "Me, too, Dad."
   I looked up at my two handsome men. Hank pulled Mike's mouth
to his and they kissed as Mike began ejaculating into my mouth.
Hank moaned, too, as they French kissed. I swallowed Mike's sperm
as I imagined Hank's cum coating my insides. Having both of them
inside me while I watched them kiss had me hard as a rock. I
stroked myself a few times and came, too. Then all three of us
were groaning in pleasure.
   Mike pulled his cock out of my mouth as their kiss ended.
Hank pulled out of me and went into the bathroom. I heard the
water running. He came back out.
   "Time to switch positions," Hank said. He looked at me.
   "Are you all right?" Mike asked me.
   "Never better!"
   He and Mike chuckled.
   "I'm going to feed you daddy spunk, now."
   "Good!"
   Mike lubed up his cock and slowly pushed inside me. It didn't
hurt at all, and I told him.
   "That's great.
   "I can feel your cum on my cock, Dad," Mike said.
   I groaned at that nasty thought.
   "Good. You are going to feel it a lot!"
   I began sucking Hank while Mike fucked me. It took both of
them a while to come, but they did. I swallowed Hank's cum while
Mike bred me. When Mike pulled out of me, he sucked me until I
came. He swallowed my jizz. My dick was getting sore.
   Both of them collapsed on each side of me. I lay there
contented, with their cum leaking out of my ass. I reached back
and got some on my finger. I looked at it. There was no blood.
   "Why don't we do this again, tonight?" Hank asked.
   I laughed.
   "Can you come two more times today?" I asked him.
   "With you? Once more for sure. You may have to work hard to
make me come a fourth time."
   I smiled at him. "It sounds like fun work."
   Hank grinned at me.
   "Why don't we go shopping?" Mike suggested.
   "That reminds me. I don't know if Mom is going to want to
keep paying for my cell phone."
   "Good idea. I will get you one," Mike said.
   "I'll pay for the phone, since you will be paying for the
service," Hank said.
   "Sure," Mike said.
   "You can get any phone you want, Tommy."
   I lay there between them. I was completely happy. My fondest
dream had come true: I was getting a new cell phone! (Just
kidding.)
   We got dressed. Hank pulled me into his arms and kissed me.
   We went shopping. They bought me some clothes and then we
went to a phone store.
   "You need to get one with a big screen so you can look at
pictures of our cocks while you are at school," Hank whispered to
me.
   I laughed.
   "They frown on that. We aren't supposed to look at
pornography during class."
   Hank and Mike laughed.
   I picked out a phone after about an hour. It did have a big
screen. Then we ate lunch.
   "I feel bad about you buying me things on your birthday,
Mike. I want to give you something."
   "You already did. You gave me a wonderful future."
   I smiled at him.
   After we ate, we went to Hank's house. I assumed it was where
Mike had grown up, but they told me Hank moved into the house
after Mike left home.
   Hank took us to the den. Mike and I sat on the sofa while
Hank put a tape in a tape player. Mike pulled me onto his lap. I
leaned back against him.
   I gasped as a very young Mike sucked a cock. It was a close-
up. The camera moved back and showed a younger Hank. He looked
very much like Mike. The camera moved to show Mike jacking
himself off while he sucked his father. There was a nice close-up
of the head of Mike's cock getting covered, then uncovered by his
foreskin as he stroked himself.
   "Someone was filming this!"
   "Yup. My brother Joe."
   "How old is Mike there?"
   "Fifteen."
   The camera showed Hank's face. He grinned at his brother and
the camera.
   "Your cock is dripping," Hank said in the video.
   "It always does when I watch you sex your son," Joe said.
   The camera panned down to show a hairy torso and an erect
cock. I groaned. It was a very nice cock. Joe was as hot as Mike
and Hank. The camera zoomed in on Mike licking the head of his
uncle's cock while he held the shaft. The camera zoomed in
further until the head of his cock and Mike's tongue filled the
screen. The head was glistening from Mike's saliva. A little
spurt of precum came out the end and ran onto Mike's tongue. I
groaned. I wanted to lick it up.
   "My brother has a nice cock, doesn't he?" Hank asked me.
   "Yeah. Very nice."
   Hank reached over and groped me.
   "Do you wish it was your tongue on my big brother's cock?"
   I groaned.
   "Do you want to suck that cock, Tommy? If you do, tell us.
Tell us you want to suck it."
   I gulped.
   "Yes. I want to suck him."
   "I'll tell him."
   "Would he want it?" I asked.
   "Baby, you are young and beautiful. I doubt there are many
men who wouldn't want you to suck them. But yes, Joe would want
you to suck him. He will also want to fuck you. Would you like
that, Tommy? You could suck Mike while my brother fucks you."
   "Mike, I don't want to make you unhappy. I need to know how
you feel about it," I told him.
   "Tommy, I don't mind. I had three-ways with Dad and Uncle Joe
all the time. It's nothing new to me. But I don't want you to
feel pressured to have sex with him."
   "I don't."
   "Good."
   I turned back to the TV. Joe's cock was completely inside
Mike's mouth. Mike's lips were pressed against his pubic hair.
The camera pulled away to show Joe begin thrusting into Mike's
mouth.
   "How did you take the whole thing in your mouth?" I asked
Mike.
   "Lots of practice. You'll be able to do it, if you want."
   "You are going to have three cocks, at least, to practice
on," Hank said. "We'll have you taking cocks into your throat in
no time."
   "Is Joe bisexual?" I asked.
   "No. He's gay. He has no interest in women. I think the
reason I'm bisexual is because he seduced me when I was eleven.
He was thirteen. We had sex for years," Hank said. "We don't fool
around that much anymore, but he sucked my cock two weeks ago."
   "Did he fuck you?" I asked.
   "Yes. When I got older, I insisted on fucking him."
   We watched the videos for quite a while. They were very, very
hot. I saw Hank's cum in Mike's mouth in many of them. In one of
them, Hank and Joe jacked off and covered Mike's face with cum.
Then Joe licked his face clean.
   "Why don't we barbecue some steaks for dinner?" Hank
suggested.
   "That sounds great, Dad."
   I nodded. I did sound good.
   "Do you two want to spend the night here?" Hank asked.
   I looked at Mike. He looked like he wanted me to decide.
   "It's fine with me," I said.
   The alarm on my old phone went off. I called Mom. We had a
nice chat. I told her about my new phone and gave her the number.
I told her I loved her so often she laughed and said I was
overdoing it.
   "I mean it!"
   "I know! Once or even twice per conversation is fine. Once
per sentence is too much." I laughed.
   "I have a date tonight," she told me.
   "With Bob?"
   "Yes."
   "Oh, I'm glad for you, Mom."
   "Thanks, Tom. I love you."
   "I l., uh ditto."
   She laughed. I could tell she wasn't too upset with me. That
was really a relief.
   "Bye, Mom. Have fun and I will talk to you tomorrow."
   "OK. Bye."
   "I love you!" I blurted out. She laughed and hung up.


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