Date: Thu, 31 Mar 2011 16:49:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: Friedrich Craig <fitchboy@att.net>
Subject: READER'S CHOICE - Pajama Games

This is a work of fiction, a complete fantasy.  If you can
not separate FANTASY from reality, are offended by the
subjects of Gay incest or sex with boys or this material is
illegal where you live; DO NOT READ this story.

If you have comments, suggestions or requests please contact
me at FitchBoy@att.net


                       READER'S CHOICE

I received the following e-mail from a reader:


Hi
Enjoyed the pajama scenes in the story (Blended Family Ties)
and wonder if you can write me one under the Reader's choice
banner?
28 year old spots a beautiful 15 year old moving in.. Can't
believe his luck when..he has a...view of the kid's bedroom.
Fixated on the kid he watches at every opportunity but only
sees the kid in his school uniform..or pajamas. He longs to
see the kid naked. He decides to start showing more of
himself when the kid is ready for bed in his striped
pajamas..kid sees him but no acknowledgment... Then a few
days later he is watching some gay porn in his boxers on his
PC and the daddy in the film makes his 17 year boy put on
pajamas..the pajama scene gets him hard and suddenly he
knows how to get what he wants...

Joe


Here's my attempt to give Joe what he's looking for:


                        PAJAMA GAMES

     I live in a little canyon in Beverly Hills.  My house
was once part of the estate of the mansion next door; it was
the guest house and pool house.  I grew up in that mansion,
the only child of a Hollywood Mogul and his third `trophy'
wife.  I started living in the pool house while I was in
high school and a few years ago, when I was 24, Dad died.
Mom got the beach house in Malibu and my older half brother
got the mansion.  Dad left me the guest house and the pool,
along with a nice trust fund.

     Big Brother was not happy and tried his damndest to
break the will and get me out of the guest house.  Dad and
his lawyer knew what they were doing, though, and Big Brother
lost; I'm here for good.  Big Brother's reaction to losing
in court was to have a contractor out to put up a hideous
privacy fence between what was now mine and what was now
his.  To make sure I got the pool, Dad had cut out a sort of
a `dog legged' piece of property for me because the pool was
behind the mansion.  Big Brother didn't want to spoil his
view, so the fence stopped at the pool.  To spite him, I
finished the job with an even uglier fence along the side of
the pool which really ruined his view of the canyon.  The
court case and the fence building took almost three years
and when it was all done, Big Brother decided he couldn't
stand to have me living next door so he put the mansion on
the market without ever even having moved in.

     When the mansion sold, I was contacted by the new
owner's lawyers.  They told me the new owner was planning on
removing the privacy fence, but had discovered that the
portion along the pool was on my property and was wondering
if I would allow him to have it removed along with the fence
on his property.  I had mixed feelings, I'd made sure the
fence was as attractive on my side as it was ugly on my
brother's side and I had gotten use to the privacy it
provided.  I let the lawyers know I would consider removing
the fence myself in the future, but for now I'd prefer it
remain.

     Over the next few weeks contractors removed my
brother's fence and did what they could to improve the
appearance of the side of my fence my new neighbors had to
look at.  I'm a writer and I work at home, so I was around
to enjoy watching the workmen tearing down the fence and
doing other landscaping around the mansion.  I had gotten
used to the privacy of the fence and was now in the habit of
stepping out on my patio for coffee in the morning with
nothing on.  One morning I stepped out side with my dick
swinging in the breeze and heard a wolf whistle, I looked up
to see several workmen filling in post holes from the fence
that had been there just the day before.

     I went back inside and put on a pair of boxer briefs
before heading back out to drink my coffee.  I was sure that
I had the attention of several of the workman, and I enjoyed
it.  While the workmen were there, I felt like I was on
display.  Privacy had never been an issue in the guest house
and I am a bit of an exhibitionist so I didn't change my
routine much other than to put a little something on when I
wanted to step outside.  I was aware of workman watching me
in the house, and particularly when I went skinny dipping in
my pool.

     Before all the work was finished I had gotten to know
several of the workmen real well.  I almost got a few of
them in trouble with their boss, but a good blow job calmed
him down.  He became a regular fuck buddy until the job was
finished and made arrangements for a little pool party after
the crew's last day on the job.  I've never had the chance
to thank my brother, but if he hadn't built that fence, I
would have missed out on the a great gang bang; nine of the
workman stayed late that last night with their foreman, my
fuck buddy.  They all pumped at least one load in my hole
before the party was over.

     When all the outside work was done the trucks started
to arrive; my new neighbors were moving in.  I watched the
men unload the trucks and then I watched through the windows
across from my own bedroom as they unpacked and set up what
appeared to be a teen age boy's bedroom.  It looked like
something out of a designer show house, everything the
teenage son of a filthy rich family doesn't need in one
room.  They put up shelves of books and models and trophies.
Sports equipment displayed on the walls like art.  The
bedding and drapes were elegant, yet masculine, as was the
color scheme.  Do teen age boys give a damn about color
schemes?

     When the occupant of the room first appeared in it, he
was just the type of boy you'd expect to see in the full
page spread in a design magazine.   The kid was Abercrombie
and Fitch gorgeous and he was dressed in his school uniform
which looked tailor made for him.  It was the uniform of the
private school I'd gone to and the color of his tie told me
he was a sophomore, probably 14 or 15 years old.  He was so
perfect my dick started to chub up just thinking about
seeing him out of that uniform.  When he loosened his tie
and pulled it over his head I had my hopes up, but then he
left the room and didn't come back into sight for a few
minutes.  When I saw him again, he was out of his uniform,
but had changed into jeans and a polo shirt.

     Later that evening, he came back to his room and sat
down to do his homework.  I waited and waited for him to get
ready for bed, wanting desperately to see more of the boy.
But when he closed his books and stood up he left the room
again then returned in striped pajamas.  The tops were long
sleeved and buttoned up the front, the bottoms were fitted
to him, they had cuffs, and when he bent over to turn down
his bed I saw that they had an elastic waist and a
drawstring.  Even now, he was completely covered in dark red
satin striped pajamas.  Why couldn't the kid sleep in the
buff, or in his underwear?  This was going to drive me
crazy.

     My goal in life became seeing more of this boy
uncovered.  I so wanted to see him naked to confirm that his
body was a beautiful as I imagined.  I learned his schedule
and made a point of being in my room at my window or out on
my patio (even closer to his window) whenever I thought he
would be in his room.  Still, I couldn't get a glimpse of
any more of the boy.  I saw him in his school uniform, his
casual clothes, his pajama's, his soccer uniform and tennis
clothes, but other than his knees and forearms I never got a
glimpse of any more of him.

     I was very obvious, it never occurred to me to try to
hide from him.  I did start wearing more clothes around the
house, sweats and such, but I made no effort to hide the
fact that I was watching the boy.  I could tell that he knew
I was watching, but he never actually acknowledged I was out
there.  I became more daring; hoping for some response I
abandoned the sweats and started wearing boxers around the
house and on the patio. When the boxers didn't get a
response I switched to briefs, then jock straps and finally
nothing.  I'd see him glance down at me sitting naked by the
table on my patio, but he didn't give me a sign that he was
paying any attention until one night when his father came
into his room.

     I was aware of who his father was, I'd recognized the
name when his lawyers contacted me about the fences.  It
would be hard to grow up in Beverly Hills and not know who
the man was.  Until he walked into the boy's room that night
I hadn't seen him once, not in the house, coming, or going;
not once, and now here he was in his boy's room in identical
pajamas.  I had now memorized the colors of the boy's pairs
of the pajamas, deep red, hunter green, royal blue and dark
purple.  All of them satin striped, probably silk.  Dad was
wearing the same pajamas in black and his were just as well
tailored as the boy's.

     I was sitting there watching them, sipping on my beer
when the boy pointed toward the window and his dad turned to
look down at me.  I suddenly felt more naked than I'd ever
been.  Not knowing what else to do I raised my glass toward
the man and gave him a little nod.  He smiled at me, waved
and then left the room.  Afraid he might suddenly appear on
my patio, ready to beat me to a pulp for perving on his boy,
I ducked inside.

     I was so turned on I logged on and started searching
for some porn, keeping an eye on the patio for Dad.  There
is something for everyone out there if you look for it.
After searching for father, son, pajama's and incest I found
a few things that peaked my interest.  A half hour later I
was stroking one out to a hot scene about a father teaching
his boy about the fact's of life.  The boy in the scene was
older than my neighbor, probably 20 or so playing a
seventeen year old, the Dad was no where near as hot as my
neighbor and in reality wasn't old enough to be the other
actor's father.  To make the boy look younger and more
innocent they had him in pajamas with big white buttons on
the top and drawstring pants, scrubs, on the bottom.  Dad
was wearing similar drawstring scrubs and a bathrobe.

     The "talk" lead to hard dick on father and son, which
lead to stroking, then sucking and finally fucking.  To my
delight, the Dad had his boy bent over the side of the bed
with his pants off but with the pajama tops still on.  Dad
had slipped out of his robe and dropped the pants around his
knees while he pounded away in the boy's hole.  I watched
the scene with my eyes half closed so I could imagine my
neighbors in their satin striped pajamas.  The boy had on
the tops of the red pair and Dad had his black silk bottoms
down around his knees.  When my imaginary neighbor was
breeding his boy's hole and spraying his butt with cum, I
shot my own load all over my chest and abs.

     I cleaned up and figured since my neighbor hadn't shown
up to kill me yet it was safe to go back outside.  I stepped
outside, still naked, and looked over at the boy's bedroom
window.  I was just in time to see him come back in the room
and climb into bed.  I figured he must have just gotten up
to piss or something.  Then I started to think/hope that
he'd followed his Daddy out of the room and they had been
doing what I was imagining them doing just now.  Thinking
about the hot daddy and boy fucking right next door in my
childhood home got me hard as rock again.  I threw caution
to the wind and rubbed another one out right there, spraying
all over the patio stones.  I was imagining I was spraying
the inside of the boy's hole and hoping the boy was watching
me.

     I went shopping the next day.  It wasn't hard to find a
store that sold similar pajamas.  I looked through the
fabrics available and found the same satin striped silks.  I
chose a few colors and got measured for my own pajamas.  The
guy doing the measuring was hot, so I insisted since they
were pajamas and I wanted a good fit, he'd have to take all
of my measurements after I'd stripped down all the way.  We
went into a fitting room and I stripped down to stand naked
in the room.   There were mirrors all around to let me watch
as the guy worked around me taking all of the necessary
measurements.  He started with my neck and worked his way
down.  By the time he was on his knees checking my inseam,
my dick was at full hard, pointing straight at the guy's
face.

     He wrote down my inseam measurement then asked me if he
should measure my dick.  I told him that the last time I'd
checked it was a little over eight inches, but he could see
for himself if he wanted.  He opened his mouth and swallowed
my dick.  He pushed all the way down until his nose was
pressed flat against me then pulled off and said, "according
to my depth gauge, it's at least eight and a half."

     The sales clerk turned out to be a very talented
cocksucker and he had a pretty impressive piece of meat of
his own.  The depth gauge in my hole measured it to be at
least nine inches long and very thick.  When we emerged from
the fitting booth over half an hour later my new friend got
some dirty looks from his boss, but my order for several
pairs of custom fit silk pajamas smoothed things over; a
paying customer is always right.

     I stayed inside and watched the boy's room for the next
few days.  Dad started coming in every night after the kid
went to bed.  They'd check for me out on the patio and then
leave the room together in their pajamas.  The boy would
come back alone anywhere from 20 minutes to an hour or so
later.  He'd check out the window to see that I had come out
to sit on the patio then he'd slip into bed alone.

     My new pajamas were delivered Friday afternoon and I
choose a silver grey pair for that evening.  I was a little
disappointed when I noticed that there appeared to be guests
at the mansion.  When the boy came home from school, late,
instead of the usual jeans and polo shirt he changed into a
suit and tie, very formal.   I put on my new pajamas and
went out to the patio with a bottle of wine.  I was nervous
about my neighbors' reaction to my new pajamas and was
drinking my wine fairly fast.  I had nearly drained the
bottle and was getting to be uncomfortably warm, considering
slipping out of my pajamas and into the pool to cool off,
when the boy appeared in his room.

     For the first time since he'd moved in the boy stripped
in his room.  I watched as he slowly slipped off his tie and
his shoes then went and put them away.  He came back to
stand in front of the window no longer wearing his suit, he
just had on his shirt and socks.  Making sure I was still
watching him, the boy peeled off his socks, one at a time,
then slipped his briefs off, leaving his shirt on so his
shirt tails covered his dick and balls.

     Once again, the boy took his socks and briefs out of
the room and returned to the window carrying his red
pajamas.  He set the pajamas down on the bed behind him then
stood in front of the window and unbuttoned his cuffs.
Starting at the neck he unbuttoned his shirt from the top
down.   When he was down to the last button he held his
shirt tails together, let his shirt fall off of his
shoulders, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of his pecs with
their dime sized areolas and tiny nipples.  Then he turned
around and let his shirt drop to reveal his perfect ass.

     He leaned over to put his shirt on the bed and pick up
his pajama tops and gave me a look deeper in between those
two mounds of muscle.  After slipping the pajama top on he
leaned over again and picked up the pants.  As he raised his
right foot to step into them I got a look at his hole and
his balls swinging between his legs, but no sign of his dick
hanging down.  Once he had pulled the pajama pants up the
kid turned around again as he tied the drawstring.  I saw
that the reason I hadn't seen his dick hanging between his
legs was that it was pointing straight ahead, obscenely
tenting the front of his red satin striped pajamas.  Once
he'd tied the drawstring and buttoned up the top the kid
picked up his shirt, took it into his closet and came back
out wearing a robe.  Giving one last long glance in my
direction, the boy left through his bedroom door, closing it
behind him.

     My dick was now obscenely tenting the front of my new
silver gray satin striped silk.  There was already a large
wet spot of precum at the tip so I unbuttoned the fly and
let it out in the warm night air.  I finished my bottle of
wine and drifted off with visions of my Abercrombie and
Fitch boy in red silk.

     I must have slept for quite a while, when I woke up to
the sound of wine filling my glass the night had cooled down
considerably.  I opened my eyes to see my neighbor, the dad
not the boy, standing beside me filling my glass from a
fresh bottle of wine.  When he saw my eyes open he said,
"It's a funny thing about the cool night air; it makes some
of our parts shrink while it makes some of them stand up at
attention."

     I realized that my dick was still hanging out of the
fly of my pajamas, but it was no longer hard and it was even
smaller than normal due to the cool air.  At the same time I
was aware that my neighbor's thick nipples were erect and
swollen.  I ran my eyes up and down his big, hairy muscular
body and realized he was wearing nothing but his black satin
striped silk pajama pants.  Sitting on a chair across the
table from me the black silk pajama top was draped around
the boy, and from what I could see, he had nothing else on.

     My neighbor handed me the glass he'd just filled and
picked up another glass than sat down next to his son.  He
told me his boy had told he and their guests about my new
pajamas and entertained them all telling the story of the
show he'd put on for me earlier.   My neighbor went on to
say that ll four of the guests had enjoyed the story so much
that they demanded an encore performance and once the boy
had stripped out of his robe and pajamas the men had all
been so excited, they had to fuck the boy before they headed
home to their wives.

     I sipped my wine (his wine actually, much better than
what I'd been drinking) and thought about this beautiful boy
with four married men's loads inside him sitting on my patio
in his Daddy's pajama tops.  My neighbor told me that with
my family background I had to be aware that business in the
entertainment industry involved catering to people's needs
and whims to get things done.  He said that more often than
not his associates found that the pleasure in doing business
with him was to be had with his boy.  Then he set his glass
down and started to unbutton his pajama tops, slowly
exposing the boy's perfect pecs to me again and said, "We
thought you might be interested in some pleasure with the
boy, and me, no business strings attached."

     My dick was no longer hanging out of the fly of my
pajamas and it was no longer small, it was standing up full
hard and full size.  As my neighbor was about to slip his
pajama top off of his boy I asked him not to.  I asked my
neighbor if he'd fucked the boy along with their guests
tonight and he said he hadn't `yet'.  I told the man I'd
like him to leave the pajama tops on the boy and then fuck
him while the boy sucked my prick.  With no further
discussion, the boy got out of his chair and walked over to
me.  He bent down to take my dick into his mouth and on into
his throat.  As the boy expertly sucked my dick, bobbing his
head up and down, using his throat, tongue and even his
teeth to best advantage his father stepped up behind him.

     My neighbor loosened the drawstring on his pajama pants
and they slid down to form a puddle of black silk around his
ankles.  I watched as he placed the head of his dick up to
the boy's hole, grabbed the boy's hips in his hands and then
sank into his boy.  I could hear the sound of the other
men's loads of cum in the boy's hole.  It sounded as if the
boy's hole was sucking and slurping on his Daddy's dick as
it sank in and pulled back out.

     The look on my neighbor's face told me just how much he
loved his boy's loose sloppy hole.  He fucked in and out
very slowly a few times, as if he was savoring the moment,
then started relentlessly pounding away.   I heard smacking
and squishing every time he slammed up against the boy's
ass.  The harder his Daddy fucked him, the more effort the
boy seemed to put into sucking me off.  The boy was fucking
his face on my dick with the same intensity his Daddy was
fucking his hole.

     When I felt my balls tighten up and I knew I was close
I let them know I was about to sluice.  The man started
pounding even harder into his boy's hole and told me, "Go
for it; feed the slut while I breed his cunt."

     When I let loose I was making so much noise it echoed
down the canyon.  My neighbor was pretty vocal as he
unloaded in his boy at the same time.  When he was done my
neighbor slapped the boy, hard, on the ass before pulling
out and sitting back down.   Once he was comfortable he told
the boy to keep working on my dick and keep it or get it
hard again because he wanted to see his boy's hole bred one
more time before bed tonight.

     Hearing that had more effect on my dick than anything
the boy was doing with his oh so talented mouth.  I was
ready to go right away, now that I knew my neighbor meant
for me to breed this beautiful boy's hole.  I pulled the
kids face up to mine, gave him a kiss, running my tongue
around inside his mouth to get a taste of my cum then spun
him around and pushed my face between those muscular butt
cheeks and started lapping up some of the scum soup oozing
out of his hole.  A few licks of that and I was ready to go
for round two.

     I leaned back in my chair, pulled the boy back towards
my lap with one hand and held my dick up to his hole with
the other.  When he felt the tip of my dick slide in the boy
sat back and swallowed me whole into his loose sloppy hole.
I now felt the look I'd seen on the boy's Daddy's face
earlier.  I couldn't do much other than lean back and let
the boy ride my cock while I sipped my wine, but that was
all that was necessary.  The boy knew exactly how to use his
hole to suck another load out of my dick.  Before I wanted
it to end, my dick was spewing scum up into that amazing
hole, where it mixed with all the other loads inside him and
ran out around my dick and soaked into the fronts of my new
silver grey satin stripe silk pajamas.

     My dick was so sensitive after cumming twice in so
short a time.  I asked the boy to gently get up off of my
dick.  The boy stood and turned towards his dad to ask if he
could cum now.  When he turned I got my first good view of
his dick.  It was hard as rock and jutting out between the
bottom two buttons of his Daddy's black pajama top.  My
neighbor looked at me eyeing the boy's dick and told his
boy, "You have been a very good boy and deserve to get off.
I think our new neighbor will be glad to help you with that.
The boy turned towards me and I wasted no time sucking his
prick into my mouth until his balls were against my chin.

     Watching me suck his boy off put new life into my
neighbors prick.  When I saw him with his prick sticking out
of the fly of his silk, his hand wrapped around it jerking
to the site of his boy's dick sliding in and out of my face,
I rose up out of my chair and pushed my chair back.  My
neighbor needed no more invitation.  He got up and walked
around behind me.  After reaching around to untie the
drawstring on my pajama bottoms, my neighbor lowered them
down over my once again hard dick and exposed my ass to the
cool night air.  I felt him grab my cheeks in his big beefy
hands, spread them apart, spit on my hole a few times then
put his dick up to my hole and push in.

     I had seen that the man had a huge prick that matched
the rest of his big beefy frame.  He was at least 6'6" and
all big beefy hairy muscle; his prick looked as big on him
as the pricks on those little bitty short dudes in porn.
Feeling that thing pressing into me was a whole different
thing than seeing it disappear into his boy's hole earlier.
When the sensation that he was splitting me in two took hold
in my brain, I tried to calm my self by picturing the same
prick fucking the boy.  I was about halfway between father
and son in size; 6'1" to Daddy's 6'6" and his boy's 5'8".
If the boy could take this thing, so could I, no problem.
That's what my mind was telling me while my hole was
screaming, "NO; it's going to tear us apart!"

     Trapped between the boy, who was now eagerly fucking my
face, and the Daddy driving his base ball bat sized cock
into my gut I couldn't do anything but try to relax and hope
I lived through it.  I tried to detach myself from the
searing pain and concentrate on the full feeling, the
pressure on my prostate and the image of the three of us out
on the patio.  I tried to will my self into an out of body
experience so that I could watch this hunk of a Daddy and
his beautiful boy using my holes.

     When I finally felt the silk covering Daddy's legs
pressed up against my ass and thighs, I knew I had him all
the way inside me and I'd survived.  Daddy started fucking
and the boy slowed down to leisurely fuck my face while
watching Daddy abuse my ass.  When Daddy was really going to
town in my ass; slamming against me. grunting and moaning
with every thrust the boy asked him if he was going to
sluice inside of me.  When the only response the boy got was
more grunting and moaning the boy asked, "Are you going to
breed him Daddy?  Make him yours?  I've always wanted a big
brother; make him ours Daddy."

     Daddy slammed into me three or four more times then
buried his dick balls deep in my hole and roared as he
unloaded inside me.  While he was still spraying my gut
Daddy leaned forward and kissed the boy who let loose and
nearly drowned me with a flood of his own juice.  When both
Daddy and boy had emptied their balls in me they pulled
apart and pulled their dicks out of me.  I slumped to the
patio and looked up at the two of them as Daddy stepped out
of his pajama bottoms and the boy slipped out of the tops.
Finally I saw the boy in all his naked glory.

     The two of them helped me up and helped me out of my
new pajamas then the three of us made our way to the pool.
It was a cool enough night that there were little wisps of
steam rising up off of the warm water.  Slipping into the
water was soothing to my bruised and battered body.  We sat
together on the steps in the shallow end and they leaned me
back until the water was up to my chin.  The boy splashed my
face a few times then they sat me up again.

     Daddy swam off and did a few laps of the pool then came
and sat back down with us.  He looked at us sitting there
for a moment then said, "Well boy, I think it's time you
moved back into the house.  What's the point of having a
guest house if a member of the family is living there?
Besides, I'm away on business a lot and the little guy could
use a big brother around the house to look after him."

                       <<<<<<<>>>>>>>

     That night I spent the night in the house I'd grown up
in for the first time in years.  It only took us a few days
to move me back into the mansion and turn the guest house
back into one.  A few weeks later we hired the same
contractor who had removed the fence my brother built to
remove the rest of the fence.  It was a much smaller job,
but somehow it took the crew even longer to get it finished.
It may have had something to do with the frequent breaks for
skinny dipping in the pool with me and Daddy and my new baby
brother.  Skinny dipping almost always lead to some hot
sucking and fucking and, well, the crew took several weeks
to remove the remaining fence.

     On paper I still own the guest house and pool, while
Daddy owns the mansion, but the three of us live together in
the mansion now.  I have my own room, but I hardly ever use
it.  When Daddy's out of town, I sleep with my baby brother
and when Daddy's home...