Date: Fri, 27 Feb 2009 11:05:02 -0800 (PST)
From: Bobby Hung <bobbyhung28@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Bro Fucks My Son, Part Two

I awoke in a kind of haze, not sure what was going on.


The cold medicine Daddy had given me made me groggy, but I was certain I
heard moaning and panting coming from Dick's bed. It was the summer I
turned nine, making Dick a year and a half older. This went on for the next
two nights, while I fought a bad summer cold, and I went in and out of
sleep, hearing low moaning from Dick and whispers from Daddy who was asking
him how he felt. I wasn't sure if it were a dream or if it were real, as
the medicine also made me have strange dreams. If I thought about it during
the day, I never said anything, knowing about Dick's condition.

Dick had told me not long before I got my cold that he had leg cramps at
night. Daddy rubbed them while we watched TV. Dick sat on Daddy's lap, only
in his briefs, shirtless, and Daddy held him in his arms, and rubbed up and
down the front and back of one leg, then the other, over and over and over
again. When he rubbed the back, Dick lay face down on the couch, his briefs
pushed down on to Daddy's, as he was sitting there, only in briefs too, his
beautiful strong chest giving me a funny feeling of desire that I didn't
understand. God, he was so handsome and I was so jealous of Dick and how
Daddy had his hands all over his legs, caressing them and rubbing them from
his feet to - wow - slightly inside Dick's briefs.

Sometimes, I would climb up beside Daddy on the couch. I too was only in my
briefs. I'd kiss him on the cheek and tell him I loved him. He would turn
to me and smile and give me a wet kiss on my forehead or my cheek. Then, he
sat there, done with Dick's legs, Dick still sprawled across his lap, while
Daddy slowly, almost absent-mindedly, rubbed Dick's butt, outside his
briefs, over and over again. I noticed that he sometimes let his hand slide
down between Dick's legs, right below the briefs, and he would very slowly
rub that part of Dick's leg closest to him, his fingers going ever so
slightly inside the underwear. I could tell that he had to be touching
Dick's balls as they were bulging, hanging between his legs. Dick had big
balls and I was jealous of that, too.

After I got over my cold, and the medicine's effects went away, I began
waking up in the night, hearing noises from Dick's bed across the
room. That summer, Daddy had taken our bunk beds apart and moved Dick back
in the corner and me near the window. "What's happening?" I called out the
first night I was medicine-free.

Daddy answered, from Dick's bed. "Dick called me to come rub his legs. You
must have slept through it. Dick was moaning, sort of whispering how good
it felt, thanking Daddy, and making slight moaning sounds. I could hear
Daddy breathing kind of hard. The bed squeaked slightly, in a rhythm. He
must have been really rubbing him! "There," Daddy would finally say.. "That
feel better?" and Dick would murmur that it did, and Daddy would leave the
room, coming over first to kiss me good night.

"Daddy, you're not wearing any underwear," I said the first time he did
this. He had turned slightly and the tiny bit of light that came into the
room from the bathroom night light showed his penis, hard and sticking
almost straight out. I could smell him, as he was standing very close to
me. The smell was new and, like everything else, was strange, but not in a
bad way, just in an unfamiliar way that seemed to excite me. I wanted to
look at his penis some more, not having seen it that big before, but he
turned toward me.

"Baby, you know Daddy sleeps in the nude. You guys could do that too if you
want.. In fact, Dick is nude right now."

"Wow," I said, quickly slipping off mine. "I'll do that too." It felt good
to have the covers rub against my body, especially against my penis. It was
a strange sensation, not totally good, as it was kind of odd, as I pulled
the covers up and down on myself, feeling the sheet slide up and down my
penis that was pointing upward.

Daddy kissed me again. "I may be in later to rub Dick's legs again. Don't
worry about it if you hear us, OK?"

"OK, Daddy. Kiss me again." He promptly leaned over and gave me a kiss,
this time on the mouth, brushing his lips against mine. Wow. That was
nice. He rarely did that. That, and the sheet rubbing against me, as it
moved when he leaned over, made me feel strange, in a very nice way. I
rubbed the sheet up and down, over and over, until I must have fallen
asleep.

Later, that same night, I kind of woke up and I heard Dick's bed squeaking
again and this time I heard him whisper, "Daddy, oh, Daddy, that feels so
good, so good!" and Dad just sort of growled a reply, kind of like a dog
growling at the door when it hears something. Poor Dick! His legs must
really have been aching!

It was that same summer that I noticed that Dick had some hair growing
around his penis. He also had started calling it his "cock," and it made me
giggle. It sounded like such a bad word. At least, I no longer said
"peepee." Dick had teased me about that, so I stopped. I really began to
get to know his body when we started having showers together, something Dad
told us to do, according to Dick, to save water - "and also so we can wash
each other's back and make sure we're both really clean," Dick said,
adding, "Daddy says boys can be really stinky if they don't wash right, so
we're going to help each other out." I said OK, and nodded my head, excited
about the idea of rubbing my hands over Dick's back, just like Daddy did to
his legs almost every night in front of the TV and, I guess, in bed in the
middle of the night when I could hear them. And, I was kind of excited
about Dick rubbing his hands over me, scrubbing my back.

I was quite surprised when, halfway through our first shower together,
Dick, having scrubbed my back with his bare, soapy hands, told me to bend
over and put my hands on the wall. I did so, and he spread my butt cheeks
and, still with his bare hands, he began slowly washing the inside of my
butt. "This is where we get stinky, bro," he said. "You'll do this to me in
a sec, too, and we'll do this every shower. Dad said so."

Dick spent a lot of time washing inside my butt, a lot more time than I
ever did, and I always used a washcloth, besides. His hands soaped me up
and down, all the way to my hole, which he washed just as carefully. "I
won't stick a soapy finger inside your ass," he said, saying another bad
word. "If I do, the soap will itch. I know. When Daddy washed me, he
forgot, and it was itchy and we had to take a second shower and he washed
me with a finger without soap on it."

"Daddy washed you this way?"

"Sure.. He said he wanted to teach me how to be washed and to know how to
wash you." Dick slid a finger into my hole, just inside. Again, I felt a
mixture of strange feelings and good ones. He pushed it in and out a few
times and then said, "I guess you're clean all around your ass now. Turn
this way and I'll unhook the shower and spray you. Hold your cheeks apart."

I did so, still bending over and the warm water ran up and down the inside
of my butt. I gave out a slight moan. It felt so good. Dick snickered. "You
like that, Bobby?" I said uh-huh and he continued rinsing. "It feels good
to have that warm water washing your ass, doesn't it." I nodded. "It feels
good to have my finger in your hole, doesn't it." I nodded yet again. He
replaced the shower head on its holder. Then he had me turn around and he
soaped up both hands and began washing my abdomen, then my penis and balls,
slowly again, rubbing them over and over, then taking down the nozzle to
wash the soap off.

"I'll tell Daddy I got you real clean. Now it's your turn to do me. Just
the same way. Exactly the same way, OK?"

At first, it felt a little awkward not to use a washcloth and to be putting
my hand inside my brother's butt, even though he'd just done that to me. I
washed him quickly and he protested. "I don't think you got me clean,
Bobby. Put more soap on your hand and wash me some more. Take your
time. Put lots of soap in there and then get down the shower head and wash
me good. And don't forget to slip your finger into my hole. But no soap!" I
did as I was told and found it to be enormous fun. I smiled to myself,
thinking that we would be doing this to one another every day from now on.

I got quite a surprise when I began washing his front. His penis was bigger
than I'd ever seen it and it was hard. "Rub the soap back and forth," he
said, gulping, and speaking in a kind of husky voice. "More soap! Keep on
rubbing it. It gets real dirty. Pull the skin back, like I did on yours,
and wash it all, all, all clean. Do it over and over." I did as he told me,
and he took my hand in his and guided it back and forth on his hard
penis. "Oh, yeah," he said. "That's just how Daddy does it when he washes
me." He breathed even harder and then removed my hand. "OK, that's
enough. Wow. Thanks, bro. Thanks!" I didn't know why he seemed so happy, so
grateful, but I loved my older brother so much, so every shower we took
from then on, I made sure I pleased him with my hand washing, especially
his penis (which always got really hard and it felt really warm, the harder
it got). It seems I could never wash it clean enough, so I kept on washing
and washing
 until he ripped my hands away and said, "OK! OK! Stop now!"

Today, several years later, Dick and I will lie in bed together on the rare
times we're not having sex with one of his boys or with Tad, but just with
each other, and talk about that first day when I tentatively washed his
butt and fingered him and washed his cock. Now, of course, I know he was
having me masturbate him, but I thought I was getting him really, really
clean!

"Even today, I can feel your finger inside me, just the little bit you put
in there," he would say to me. "It still turns me on to think of my brother
fingering me for the first time." He added, "And that hand job! Christ, I
came so, so close to shooting all over you, but I knew Daddy would be mad,
as he was looking forward to eating my cum when I gave him all the
down-and-dirty details about our first shower together."

"And now, I slide my big ol' thick one up your arse," I said, hugging him
and kissing him on the cheek. "Hell, I was, what, eleven when I did THAT to
you for the first time?"

"Probably. I know Daddy was already pounding your pussy by then and you
were already watching Daddy fuck me, so, yeah, probably eleven."

After our first shower together, we got out, dried off, and I got another
surprise. Dick began to dry me off, first rubbing my hair, then rubbing the
towel down my back. "What???" I asked.

"Daddy said we are to dry each other off. Stand still. Spread your legs."
He squatted down and wiped the insides of my legs, then up to my groin,
where he gently dabbed at my balls and took a hold of my cock and dried it
with the towel. When I did the same to him, I got the same reaction as in
the shower. It was hard and sticking out. "Pull the skin back and dry all
of it," he said, and I pulled back the foreskin, a lot like mine, but
overall he was bigger. The head was red.

"Are you OK?"

"What do you mean?"

I pointed to it. "It's red. Is it OK?"

He smiled down at me. "Yes, brother, it's OK. When you're a little bit
older, yours will do that too. It's from the hot shower but it's more from
the fact that you're touching it and rubbing the skin back and forth. Red
isn't bad. It just means it's kind of, well, kind of excited."

"When Daddy washes you and dries you off, is it red then, too?"

"Oh, yeah, oh fucking yeah," he said. Man, he had a dirty mouth. "It's
really, really red when Daddy does it."

When I think about it today, I'm a little surprised I didn't wonder why
Daddy was washing Dick in that way or why he wanted his two sons to wash
one another, with their bare hands, washing every intimate part of each
other's bodies, including inserting one of our fingers into each other's
ass hole, but it all seemed so natural.. While I felt a little "strange"
when we were doing it, a little excited, my face a little hot, I never
truly questioned what we were doing or asked too many questions.

Later, when I hit puberty - the day in the shower when I began to get hard
at Dick's slow washing of my cock, pulling and pushing the foreskin back
and forth, his washing my butt, his fingering my hole -- and I moaned
slightly and Dick looked closely at my groin and said, "You're starting to
get hair there. When Daddy gets home, show your hair to him. He told me to
tell you to show him when that happens. Congrats, dude!" He formally shook
my hand and soaped up the few tufts of hair, "getting them real clean," and
didn't say anything about my cock being hard, but gave it another washing,
anyway, smiling at me in a strange way as I stood there, letting him wash
it, feeling for the first time a different kind of strangeness, a good one,
one that made me gasp and have to hold on to Dick's shoulders as I felt a
little weak in the knees. "That's called a boner, Bobby. You're growing
from a little boy to a little man, just like me."

And now, that Daddy who came into our bedroom and "rubbed Dick's aching
leg" and who taught us how to wash one another's bodies and who first began
fucking his older son and then me, his younger son, no longer having to
pretend his midnight visits were leg rubbing, but good old-fashioned
incest, squatting over me to have me suck and swallow, flipping me over to
fuck me and ride me, watch and photograph Dick and me fuck each other, was
coming for a visit, horned up like hell, he said in his email, dying to
have hours of sex with the youngest grandson, my son Tad.  I didn't know
who wanted the sex more, Tad or Dad. I guess it was a tie, cause that's all
either one of them could talk about.

"Daddy, when's Grandpa going to get here? I want his big cock up my tiny
boy pussy! I hope he likes it tight!"

"I told you a hundred times, he's getting in late tonight. And, yes, he
definitely loves it tight. Just as your cousins! And mine was tight as hell
when he first began ramming his big ol' schlong up me!"

Tad laughed. "Schlong! Schlong! That's funny!"

I rubbed his head, then led him to the couch where I gently sucked on his
nipples, one after the other, knowing it would make him good and hard and
all girly. "Oooooh, Daddy! Oooooh!"

"I'm sure he'll want to do you as soon as he gets here, baby,"I said. "You
know the rules: He gets you all by himself for 24 hours. We've got food in
the fridge in the bedroom, plenty of beer, toys, porn, the digital camera,
jock straps and cute little briefs, and whatever else we can think of that
you two will need or want in those 24 hours." I began to slowly run my hand
up and down the inside of one leg, then the other, just to the edge of his
dirty briefs. I could smell him and the odor screamed "sex!" as he was so
horned up and wearing heavily stained white - no, yellow, really - briefs,
tiny bikini ones that Dad had hinted were worn by himself - they must have
hung for dear life on to that big cock of his - and "a surprise relative."

At 9:30 pm, my cell rang and it was my father, my first lover, and a man
with an incredible sexual appetite, an enormous cock, and the endurance of
several men, combined, when it came to having sex. "Hey, Bobby, how are
you, honey? I'm in Robbinburg - see you in about 20 minutes." He
paused. "Is Tad ready for Dad?"

"Yes, Daddy," I said, feeling like a little boy again. "Yes, he's as horny
as you are."

"Wow, can't wait. He knows the rules, yeah?"

"Yeah. He's sitting here, in the very tiny dirty briefs you mailed to
him. He's hard as a rock and the room is all ready for you."

"Tell him not to take a piss. I want that from him. You and Dick can suck
him a tiny bit - but only a tiny bit! - since I know you're eager for this,
too."

"OK, Daddy, we will, but we won't spoil anything. It will be just like it
was with Dick's boys. All for you, everything for you, Daddy! I love you."

"I love you, too, son. I'm so eager to eat that cute ass of yours and fuck
you, after my first time with Tad."

I rubbed myself in anticipation. "I can't wait. We're all eager. Everyone
is here, so expect lots of kissing when you get here."

Tad, wearing only the dirty cum- and sweat- and piss-stained briefs Dad had
mailed him, snuggled up against me on the couch while we waited. He was
shivering slightly. "Want a cover, lover?" I asked and he shook his head
no.

"No, Daddy, I'm not cold, I'm just excited, waiting for Grandpa and that
big horse cock of his. It's my turn and I want to suck him and suck him and
then have him turn me over, pull my butt up in the air, and fuck me good
and hard."  He put his arm across my body. He kissed me softly on my
side. "I love you, Daddy. I am so glad to be in this family where we men
can have sex with each other all the time. I'm just so goddamn happy that
Grandpa's big ol' cock will be in my mouth and especially in my ass -
finally!"

Soon, we heard a car horn in the driveway and we all ran to the door. It
was secluded, so Tad could go running out to meet him dressed as he
was. Dad broke out into a big grin and grabbed Tad and picked him up. Tad
immediately began kissing him on the mouth and wrapped his legs around his
waist. We could see Dad holding him with one arm while he slowly slid his
other hand down the back of Tad's (or Dad's) underwear. From the motion, we
could tell that he was wasting no time, beginning to finger his ass. Tad
rocked against his grandfather and ran his hands through Dad's beautiful
dark hair.

"Fuck me, Grandpa! It's my turn!" he said, as soon as they pulled back from
their long kiss.

"Don't worry, baby." He looked up at us. "Get my stuff out of the car,
boys, OK? I'm going to take this little cock-and-cum whore into the living
room. See you there."

Once inside, we set the suitcases down and went into the living room where
Tad was sitting on Dad's lap. Dad now had his shirt off and his shoes and
socks were on piles on the floor. Tad slipped off his lap and began
unfastening Dad's belt and unbuttoning the top of his jeans. As quickly as
he could, he unzipped the jeans, and, once Dad raised up, he slid them to
the floor, pulled them off his feet, and left Dad sitting there in a jock
strap with that oh-so-familiar massive bulge in the front. Tad climbed back
on his lap, facing his grandfather and they had another long kiss. I went
close to them for a better look and smelled Dad's wonderful musk without
even bending down for it, so anxious to be on my knees licking him over and
over again up and down his legs, balls, and thick veiny shaft, but I had to
leave that for my little 10-year-old boy's pleasure. I knew he could smell
Dad and I knew, from experience, that that was turning him even more.

One of my best childhood experiences, when I began having sex with my
father, was pulling down his underwear, on my knees in between his open
legs, and smelling the aroma of "a real man," as he liked to say, almost
overpowering in its intensity. I would breathe deeply of it, then lean in
and lick and suck the sweat from his hairy legs and his pubes, holding up
his huge, already-hard cock, to get to his balls (which he let Dick and me
shave every few days), sucking on them, tasting him all over. I had
described that to Tad and had him "practice" on me, so I knew Dad would be
pleasured as he was accustomed to, getting a tongue bath from a hungry,
thirsty boy.

"Damn, this bitch is horny," Dad said to us, after he pulled away. "Aren't
you boys feeding him enough cock?"

"Dad, this grandson is hornier than anyone in this family other than
you. You have quite a night ahead of you."

He sighed, smiled, and stood up, Tad firmly wrapped around him
again. "Well, gentlemen, I say it's time for the games to begin."

"Dad, by the size of that bulge in your jock and with your finger up his
ass, rapidly fucking him, I'd say it would be more correct to say 'Let the
games continue.'"

Dad laughed, kissed Tad on the neck, leaned him back, sucked on a nipple,
which got a squeal out of Tad, and carried him up the stairs.

"See you in the morning, boys. Grandpa here has a big project ahead of
him. A very big, long, hard project!"

The bedroom door slammed and we heard Tad cry out, "Jesus, Grandpa, it's
fucking huge!"

"Wait," Dad said, as he opened the bedroom door. "Bobby, where are the
handcuffs? I don't see them!"

"Dad, they're already fastened to the headboard rails!" I shouted
upstairs. "And the rope and blindfold and the rest of that stuff is in the
window seat."

"OK, thanks! Don't want to miss having all these things here - yep, there
are the dildos in the window seat, too. Hot damn - we got all we need!!"

He started to close the door when we heard him say to Tad, "I need that
piss. Come with me to the bathtub. You look like you could use a good
drink, baby."

"Yes, Grandpa. I want your piss. I love piss!"

"Well, I want yours too. Let me go first.. I've been in the car all this
time, holding it for you, then I'm going to drink every drop of yours,
boy!"

As they closed the bathroom door, I heard my son cry out, "Grandpa, make
sure I get all of it. Don't waste any of your piss, OK? I won't waste mine
- you'll get to drink it all. Daddy loves the taste!"

Then the four of us -- two brothers and two brothers, doubling as one
father and one uncle, who frequently fucked and sucked each other in
two-ways, three-ways, and four-ways, until cum ran on to the floor -- went
to the basement for a wonderful lovemaking session. Dick slipped in a DVD
of one of his latest sessions with both of his boys and we got to see both
little boys sucking on their daddy's cock - one would lovingly suck on his
balls while the other one gave him head, then they would switch places,
until the lucky boy would suddenly have cum running out of his mouth, down
his chin for his brother to catch and eat -- before we turned our attention
to each other, in the flesh, while our father/grandfather and my son were
upstairs, making a lot of noise we could hear all the way two flights down,
as Tad got his wish for sucking and getting fucked by the biggest cock in
the family.