Date: Thu, 20 Apr 2006 13:43:42 -0500
From: H. Rick Cantwell <zestful@myexcel.com>
Subject: Rascal 31

Rascal Part Thirty-One
Titillatin' Taylor's Tits and Double-Dickin' a Derriere

	While Jason, Tyler and Taylor were helping Ryan and me clean up
after the Pecker Measuring party, we told Taylor all about the games
Ryan devised for all the naked guys to play.  I also described to her
all the tattoos the men and boys sported that helped us identify the
father and son combinations.
	At one point, Taylor said, "I thought you said there were
straight guys here, too."
	"There were.  Why do you ask?" I said.
	"What kind of straight father would allow his son to be subjected
to a predominantly gay group of guys?"
	Her tone implied her "motherly" instincts were kicking in.
	Jason said, "No father WANTS his son to grow up gay."
	"Dad," Tyler mewled.
	"It's true," Jason said, extending his arm, indicating he wanted
to hold his son close.  As Tyler pressed against him, Jason said,
"Fathers don't look at their newborn son and say, 'I hope he grows up
to be gay.'  If it happens, well ... that's when dads have to decide
how they're gonna handle it."
	"Some dads throw their sons out of the house," I said.
	"Others," Jason said, "insist on psychotherapy for their son's
'deviant' behavior."
	"But you went along with it because you were gay, too, right?"
Taylor said, trying to understand.
	"I wasn't gay ... I mean ... until after Tyler came out.  Not
really."
	"Hey!  I'm Bi, remember?"
	Ignoring Tyler's outburst, Taylor said, "So you thought you'd
take a taste of whatever he was having and you decided you liked it?"
There was a slight touch of bitterness in her tone.
	I figured she was angry because Jason had sex with Tyler but not
her.  Except for that time during their first visit with Ryan, when
everyone was getting to "know" each other by "touch," Jason had not
touched his daughter.
	"I like it but not enough to become exclusively homosexual.  I
really prefer women," Jason argued, while we continued to pick up the
mess around the pool area.
	I tried to return the conversation back to the party guests.  "I
would imagine some of the straight fathers brought their sons here
hoping their sons would be appalled by such activity and choose never
to engage in it.
	"I'm pretty sure the mothers of those boys wouldn't have
approved," Taylor said.  "They'd think their sons would consider it a
learning lesson, like taking 'em fishing or something."
	"I'm sure they would," I said.  "They'd probably think it would
be like taking your kids to a barn burning.  The father would think,
'This will teach the kids not to play with matches.'  The mother would
think, 'This is gonna encourage the kids to become pyromaniacs!'  I
guess what I'm saying is, "Everyone has a different take on the same
event."
	"Besides," Rascal said, "I got the majority of the straight guys
out of here as soon as they were measured!"
	With so many people helping, the clean-up took less than an hour
and we all went inside for a cold drink.  Taylor and Tyler immediately
popped a porno in so they could watch it on the big screen "scratch and
dent" TV in the family room.  Jason and I sat at the oak card table to
give the kids "their space."  Ryan excused himself and went upstairs.
A few minutes later, he returned with a Polaroid picture of Donkey Dick
Dave.  He showed it to Jason and me before joining Taylor and Tyler in
front of the TV.
	They were already naked, playing with each other.
	"Take a look at this guy, Taylor," Rascal said, dropping his
clothes on the floor near to his guests' discarded apparel.  He looked
in my direction and shrugged his shoulders, knowing I didn't approve of
clothes 'just lying around.'  His shrug implied he could get away with
it because his guests had.
	"Jesus!  Is that real?" Taylor asked.
	"Yep," Tyler and Rascal said simultaneously.
	"What the fuck would you do with it?"
	"I sucked it," Tyler said proudly.
	"It took a while but I got it up my ass," Ryan said.
	"You did not!" Tyler shouted.
	"Dave said he had never fucked a guy before," Ryan said.
	"I can see why," Taylor said, continuing to stare wide-eyed at
the picture.
	"So when I told Daddy I wanted to try taking him, Daddy said he
would have to be in the room.  Daddy was afraid Dave would lose all
control once he was in and do some damage.  But he was as gentle as a
cat with a newborn kitten."
	"Damn!  What's his number?  I wanna try sitting on that thing!"
Tyler said excitedly.
	A cell phone rang.  The three kids scrambled onto their knees,
searching through their discarded clothes for whoever was being paged.
It was Taylor.
	"What!" Taylor almost shouted in frustration.  After a pause, she
said, "Yes, Mom.  I know that's why you got us caller ID and I'm sorry
I was rude."  After another pause, she grimaced, looked at Rascal's
boner, Tyler's boner, the snapshot of Donkey Dick Dave and then at the
TV.  In a happier tone but with a forced smile, she said, "I'd love to
help you deliver altar flowers to the nursing home."  Rolling her eyes,
she said, "I'll have Uncle Spunky drive us home right now."  Then she
looked at me with soulful and regretful eyes.
	As soon as she hung up, both boys groaned, "Awh!"
	"Gotta do it," Taylor said defiantly.  Then shooting eye daggers
at her father, she said, "Somebody's gotta keep her happy."
	As the kids got dressed, I wondered if Jason and Sherita were
having marital troubles or if Taylor was just being vindictive because
Jason was paying more attention to Tyler than her.  As I drove them
home, it was like Jason was reading my mind.
	Jason said, "Taylor, I know you feel I pay more attention to Tyler
than I do you, and I know you want me to ... get sexy with you but you
know I can't.  I love all the things you do for me.  They excite me,
they really do, but we just can't get involved ... sexually."
	Using the rear-view mirror, I saw Taylor was sulking.
	Tyler turned to Taylor as best he could in his seatbelt and said,
"Tell Spunky what you do to excite Dad."
	"He wouldn't be interested," Taylor said, "he's like ninety-nine
percent gay."  Her tone wasn't friendly.
	"Sure he would," Tyler said.
	"Then you tell him, if you think he's so interested."
	"You two, quit bickering," Jason said, "We're almost home.  Put
your smiles on.  You know your mom will interrogate you if she thinks
you've been arguing."
	"We don't want that!" Tyler said as I pulled in their driveway
and pulled into the tire tracks imprinted in the grass next to the
garage.
	After Tyler got out, he ran around the car and, head-to-head with
Taylor, he talked quietly as they entered the house.
	Sherita was waiting patiently and the two of them left almost as
soon as the rest of us got in the house.
	"Coffee?" Jason asked, sniffing the air to see if it was fresh or
rank?
	We sat at the kitchen table after Tyler got himself a pop.
	"So what's this about Taylor ... uh ... doing things for you?" I
asked.
	"I lie on my bed ... you know the spot ..." Jason said, "and
Tyler ties Taylor's ankles to the bed post at the foot of her bed."
	"If Mom comes down the hall unexpectedly," Tyler said, "there's
enough slack in the rope so Taylor can fall back on the bed and I can
cover her up real quick ."
	"Anyway, Taylor stands on her bed, legs spread eagle," Jason
continued.
	"Naked," Tyler added.
	"... with her fingers intertwined behind her neck."
	"Then I tickle her." Tyler said eagerly.
	"You do that later," Jason corrected.  "Once she's standing at
the end of the bed where I can see her, Tyler stands on the bed behind
her."
	"Oh yeah, I forgot."
	"He's just small enough that he's completely hidden behind her.
Then he slowly moves his hands around her waist to play with her navel.
As one hand heads north to her little breasts ..."
	"They're not so little anymore, Dad," Tyler said.
	"Don't I know it.  Oh god, Spunky, they are so beautiful I could
cum just lookin' at 'em."
	"But watchin' me playin' with 'em is even more of a turn on, huh,
Dad?"
	"God, yes!  Seeing you and your sister so ... intimate and so ...
in tune to each other's needs ..."
	"I bet you're so horny right now, you could even take on Spunky's
ass reamer, huh?" Tyler said, excitement in his eyes.
	I looked at Jason longingly to let him know I'd love to fuck him
but the last I knew, he wasn't ready for one my size.  Tyler and Rascal
had been tapping his ass but no adult, to my knowledge ... at least not
in a long time.
	'Although,' I thought, 'if I'm reading him right, his eyes are
saying "yes".'
	"C'mon, Dad, I took it.  You can, too.  You just gotta relax,"
Tyler encouraged.  Getting up from the table, Tyler grabbed his dad's
hand.  "C'mon, let's go to your bedroom."
	When Jason got up, I saw he was sporting wood.  Either the idea
of my cock up his ass was getting to him or he had a helluva horn for
his daughter.
	Once upstairs, I said, "I'll tell you what.  I'll lie on my back.
Whatever you two want to do to me, I'm game but in the meantime, tell
me more about Taylor."  It wasn't that I was interested in Taylor
sexually, but Jason and Tyler were obviously excited by the telling of
the tale.
	Tyler sucked me to hardness and held my cock upward, using eye
movements to encourage his dad to straddle me as he continued his tale.
	"So what I do," Tyler said, while Jason got into position, "is I
rub her tits a while with my left hand, then I move my right hand down
toward her pussy."
	"But just when he gets there," Jason said, inhaling a deep breath
as he prepared for penetration, "he slips his hand over onto her inner
thigh.  She's so sensitive there, she just quivers."
	"That's when I slip my cock up her ass," Tyler said with a smirk.
	Exhaling in a rush of courage, Jason sank heavily onto the head
of my cock.  Tyler's hands, however, gripped most of the rest of my
cock so his dad didn't impale himself too quickly.
	Through a toothy grimace, Jason said, "No!  Before you do that,
you push that big beautiful cock of yours through your sister's legs so
I can see the tip end of it and then, like a fat tongue, you swipe it
along her pussy lips and back between her thighs several times before
you ease it into her ass."
	"Yeah, she likes that ... havin' her pussy played with--
especially with a live cock.  Dad, she's gettin' bored with dildos and
vibrators.  It's not gonna be long before she's ready for breeding."
Tyler removed the hand closest to his dad's ass to give him room to
slide further down my cock.
	"You gotta help me keep an eye on her, son.  We can't let her
lose her virginity to just anyone."
	"Dad!" Tyler said, "She wants YOU to take her cherry!"
	"I can't do that!"
	Even as he said it, his cock lurched into life.
	Tyler reached around his dad's waist to grip his newly awakened
erection and started jerking it.  "This says otherwise.  Jeeze, Dad,
why do you think she likes to tease you so much?  You know that thing
we do with the pink horse tail?"
	"With the what?" I asked, perplexed as Tyler removed his other
hand and Jason slid further down my cock.  He had about seven of my
eleven inches up his ass and he was trembling from the pressure.
	"God!  How did you TAKE this damn thing, son?  It feels like the
Empire State Building is being crammed up my ass."
	"It looks like it, too," Tyler said appreciatively.
	"What pink horsetail?" I asked, intrigued.
	"You know those retractable pointers ... the ones that extend to
about three feet but telescope down to the size of a ballpoint pen?"
	"Yeah," I said, enjoying the tight warm confines of Jason's ass
tunnel but wondering what the pointer had to do with a pink horse tail.
	"You know about those hobby horses like My Little Pony or
Strawberry Pony or something like that?  Well, I pulled the tail off
one of Taylor's pink ponies and glued it onto the tip of one of those
pointers."
	Through gritted teeth, Jason said, "He stands where I can't see
him and, using the extended pointer, he tickles her nipples and pussy
with the pink horse's tail."
	"And her armpits.  Oh, and her butt."
	"Yeah," Jason said, his expression of pain easing up somewhat.
"When you do that, she thrusts her hips forward."  Then in a wistful
tone he added, "It's like she's offering her virginal pussy mounds to
me ... a fleshy chalice from which to sup the nectar of her youth."
	"She wants you to have sex with her, Dad ... any kind of sex.
Tongue, finger, hell, it doesn't even have to involve penetration.  She
just wants to feel your touch."
	"I touch her all the time."
	"Not sexually.  Not like you do with me."
	"Girls are different ...girls with their dads, I mean.  After
all, you're not gonna get pregnant!"
	"Use a fuckin' condom, Dad!  She wouldn't care.  She'd be so
happy to have you inside her, she'd never even know you had one on."
	As if exasperated from the argument, Jason just slumped and said
"She'll just have to stay jealous, I'm not gonna do it."  As he
slumped, my remaining four inches rammed up his shit chute like a
freight train through a tunnel.  "Oh holy mother of god!  How do you
take this thing?" Jason shouted as he tried to pull himself back up.
	I saw Tyler's hands grip his dad's shoulders to hold him down.
"Relax! Get used to it and the pain will go away."  When he saw Jason
wasn't struggling any longer, Tyler slid around to start sucking his
dad's cock.
	"Oh fuck, that feels so good, son." Jason moaned.
	I felt his ass muscle relax its strangle hold on my cock.  Tyler
maintained a steady up and down suck motion on Jason's erection as I
rubbed the flat palms of my hands in big lazy circles over Jason's
nipples.  When Jason began to gently rise to meet his son's downward
motion, I began a gentle upward thrust of my hips.
	"Fuck, you're big!  You are so huge!" Jason groaned
appreciatively.
	"You bring out the best in me," I said lovingly.
	"And HE brings out the best in ME," Jason said, running his hands
lovingly through Tyler's hair.
	It had been spiky this morning and he'd spent what seemed like
hours to get it just right.  'Now,' I thought, 'I guess we could shave
him bald and he wouldn't care.'
	"So," I said quizzically, "You're saying you don't touch Taylor
at ALL ... intimately?"
	"No, I can't."
	"Why not?" I asked.  "You FUCK Tyler for Christ's sake.  Why
can't you at least FONDLE Taylor?"
	"I just can't."
	"Why deprive her of such a simple pleasure?  She's not asking you
to divorce your wife.  She just wants the touch of her daddy's hand on
her."
	"DICK!" Jason shouted angrily, "I can't!"  His sphincter gripped
my cock in a death grip with each expletive.  Then more apologetically,
more pleadingly, he sad, "If I touch her ... even ONCE, I'll ... oh god
... I want to touch her so bad.  But if I do, I know it'll be just like
with Tyler.  I won't be able to control myself.  I'll give in and do
anything she asks.  And we both know I've let all of this get way out
of control."
	Jason gripped Tyler's head and raised his face to his own.  After
a deep loving kiss, Jason said, "I love you, boy.  I love you so much.
You know that, don't you?"
	"I love you, too, Dad."  Then after a moment, he said, with
sagacious sincerity, "I could keep you in line."
	"Whaddya mean?"
	"I'll be your cock slave and you can be my pussy slave.  You
can't do anything with Taylor without me being in the room and you can
only do what I tell you to do."
	I felt Jason's ass muscle clench as his cock jerked at the
thought.  "But you love your sister so much you'd let me fuck her at
the drop of a hat.  That won't work."
	Easing my cock in and out under Jason's weight, I said, "Tyler's
my cock slave, too.  What if he only allowed you to do what I tell him
you can do?"
	"Yeah!" Tyler said enthusiastically.  "You'd be Spunky's pussy
slave, too.  Wow!  That'd be awesome.  You and him against me and him
and me against you.  Oh, man!"  Tyler began stroking his own meat,
thinking about it.
	"Don't touch yourself," I warned.
	"But it hurts!" Tyler whined.
	We were switching back and forth between "Friends" mode and
"Master" mode because he was still in "training," so I permitted this
slight defiance.
	"When it hurts bad enough, I'll know," I said sternly.
	"How will YOU know?  It's MY balls that are aching!"
	"When your lips turn green,"
	"Nuh uh!" Tyler whined.
	Jason smiled to let him know he knew I was kidding--sort of.
Then thoughtfully, he said, "I think I'm ready to roll over and take it
like a man.  How do we do this?"
	"It'll be easier if you just get off and ..."
	"I don't think I can endure the penetration again," Jason said
warily.  "I saw the white light behind my eyeballs when you went in
THIS time.  I can't IMAGINE what it'll be like to go through that pain
again."
	"There won't be any pain, Dad," Tyler said.  "Just stay loose."
	Lifting up on his haunches, Jason reluctantly slid off my cock.
	"Back or belly?" Jason asked me.
	"Back," Tyler said.  "Then all your junk's available to me ...
you know, to keep your mind off the pain."
	"I thought you said there won't be any more pain."
	"Oh," Tyler said shyly.  Then in 'cock slave' tone he asked,
"Once Master Dick starts fucking you, can I suck you, sir?  I live only
to please you two, my masters."
	He said it with sincerity but the glimmer of an impish smile gave
his motives away.
	"We'll see," I said, raising Jason's ankles to my shoulders and
knee walking toward his ass crack.  "But for now, I need you to muffle
you dad's screams with your asshole."
	Tyler's eyes widened with glee.
	I hauled off and walloped his ass a good swat.  "MOVE!"
	His expression changed to one of surprise before melting into one
of pain.
	"Owww!" Tyler shouted, startled.
	He rubbed his butt cheek as he straddled his dad's face but sat
facing me, nonetheless.
	Before Tyler lowered himself down, Jason said in that parental
tone one would use on an errant child, "What do you say?"
	"Thank you." Tyler said like a four year old just learning his
manners.
	"Say ..." Jason started to say but Tyler sat on his mouth.
	"Thank you, masters, for being so understanding of my needs and
giving me what I need," Tyler said sincerely.  Then as a second thought
he added, "And only denying me the things I 'want.'"
	"So you're learning the difference between 'need' and 'want'?" I
asked as I teased Jason's 'cock' hole with my helmet head.
	"Yes, sir." Tyler said.  "I WANT to jack off but you, who are
wiser, know I don't need to."
	"And why is that, my little cock slave?"
	Jason was trying to squirm his way onto my cock.
	Tyler looked down between his dad's thighs and smiled devilishly,
knowing all too well that itch an asshole gets for more cock, once it's
had a small taste of it.  Even so, he maintained his slave tone when he
answered, "You know I will get so horny by the end of the day that I'll
nutt without even having to touch myself."
	Using my hand to move my cock around, I pretended like I was
having trouble finding Jason's asshole.  "And how will you do that?"
	"You'll stroke my prostate, or Dad will lick my butt, like he's
doing now, until my nuts are in such a frenzy that I shoot."  After a
slight pause, he added, "But only with your permission."
	I inserted my cock head into Jason's ass but I didn't drive it
in.  With just the head in, I could still see the flange of his anal
muscle as it struggled to keep me from popping back out.
	Jason moaned.  It was one of excitement rather than pain, almost
like he was sad that I didn't immediately fill him up.
	"And what if we don't give you permission."
	Tyler looked worried but said, "You will do what's best for me.
I know that.  You would never send me to bed without cumming unless I
did something really bad."
	"Oh, so now YOU'RE making the rules, is that it?"
	"No sir," Tyler said ashamed.  "I just know my masters are kind,
generous and thoughtful."  Just then Tyler jumped as he shouted a
startled "Ah!".  Then, looking down between his legs, he said in a
surprised tone, "He just bit my asshole ... with his teeth!  He could
have taken a piece of skin off with that nip!"
	"Then it must be part of your ass that you don't need," I said
matter-of-factly.
	Tyler smiled impishly as he pointed at the glob of pre-cum that
oozed, unassisted, out of his pee hole.
	"You're incorrigible!" I reprimanded.
	"If that means horny as a triceratops, you're right!"
	"No, it means ... oh, to hell with it.  Suck your dad."
	With a wicked smile, Tyler leaned forward, engulfed his dad's
seven-inch hard-on all the way to the pubes and I shoved all eleven-plus
inches into Jason's guts.  He howled like a coyote before lifting his
head up into Tyler's ass crack and burying his face between Tyler's
cheeks again.
	"Unngh, unngh, unngh," Tyler grunted.
	I knew why immediately.  The rhythmic contractions of Jason's
anal sphincter around the base of my cock told me he was cumming.  From
the sound of things, he was pumping one hell of a load down his son's
throat.
	Tyler began to mewl.
	"Don't you dare cum, cock slave!" I ordered.
	A high pitched whine, much like that sound whales make when they
"sing," told me Tyler was trying very hard to hold back an orgasm.
	'God that's painful,' I thought.  'But he's got to learn ... if
he decides--by the end of the month--that he really wants to be a cock
slave.'
	Jason swatted Tyler's ass.  "Don't cum, boy.  That juice is mine!"
	"Mmmmmumph mmmph," Tyler said, refusing to release his lip lock
for fear he might miss one precious drop of his dad's cum.
	I interpreted it to mean, "Yes, sir," but it might have meant,
"IT HURTS!"
	"Be sure to save some for me," I warned.
	Lifting his face to mine and talking like he had marbles in his
mouth, Tyler said, "My offering, sir."  His tongue was cupped like a
spoon as he held his mouth open for me.  It was so full, some of
Jason's jism was spilling over the sides to ooze down between his teeth
and the inside of his cheeks.
	As I sunk my cock in--down to my pubes--I held Tyler's head in
both hands but jammed my thumbs in his mouth between his back teeth so
he couldn't move forward to kiss me.  Then I dipped my tongue in his
mouth to savor just a little of Jason's nectar.  "Don't swallow," I
ordered.
	Immediately, I saw Tyler clench his throat to stop the natural
impulse to swallow.  I think, from having been in a similar position at
the dentist's office he learned to overcome the urge to swallow.  Then
his salivary glands squirted a huge stream right out of his mouth and
onto my face.
	"Good boy," I consoled after Tyler's eyes widened in fear.
"You're doing good."  Another reflexive gulp--or non-gulp--secreted
another squirt of saliva.  With my thumbs in his mouth, he couldn't
swallow without aspirating some of it anyway.  	I dipped my tongue in
his mouth to lap out a goodly amount.  Then, he closed his eyes
instinctively when I headed toward them to paint his eyelids with his
dad's recycled cum.  I knew, once it dried, it would be crusty and just
irritating enough to remind him he was wearing his dad's cum like eye
shadow.
	Removing my thumbs, I cleaned out his mouth, swiping his teeth,
gums, the insides of his cheeks and under his upper lip.  All the
while, I stayed completely embedded in Jason's ass. With Tyler sitting
on his face and me pressing down on his butt, there was no way Jason
could fuck himself on my erection.
	"Okay, I'm gonna fuck your dad now.  Stand by the side of the bed
and watch."
	Agony was the best way to explain Tyler's expression.  Perhaps it
was the agony of not being able to participate.  Perhaps it was the
agony of having a hard-on that he couldn't stoke.  Maybe it was the
agony over seeing his father being fucked and wishing it was him doing
the fucking.
	"Thank you sir," Tyler said obediently.
	"For what?" I asked, making sure he wasn't just thanking me out
of habit.
	"For knowing I love to see my dad get his ass reamed by a monster
cock like yours, sir, and allowing me to watch."
	Without warning, I started to "lay pipe" up Jason's ass.  I was
fast, hard, and almost brutal but I also repositioned him so the full
length of my cock scraped along his prostate.  I'd only pull back far
enough to "flick" it with my cock flange every once in a while--when he
wasn't expecting it.
	With each withdrawal stroke, Jason squeezed his ass muscles
like he didn't want to lose it.  His eyes got a glazed appearance.  He
breathed in through his nose as I pulled out--as if to fill the void--
and breathed out through his mouth as I plunged in--as if to make room
for my meat.  His tongue lolled in his mouth like it had no purpose but
to take up space.
	I decided to test the waters to see if Jason was receptive to
becoming a pussy slave to Tyler and me--and to tease Tyler in the
process--so I said offhandedly, "Taylor could strap on a dildo and fuck
you if you'd let her."
	Jason's eyes flew open with complete clarity and his ass muscle
twitched as well as his cock.  Tyler's eyes gleamed at the thought.
	"She could roll you on your stomach and fuck your ass while she's
massaging your back with her nubile breasts.  Ty's right.  Taylor IS
ripe for breeding and if she doesn't get it at home, from someone she
loves, she'll throw it away on a horn dawg who doesn't deserve her pink
pussy, her cute clam, her virginal vulva, her vessel of ..."
	"Alright, already.  I get it," Jason said more worn down than
angry.  "Both of you make sense ... that's pretty much the way guys
think ... but I'm trying to think about Taylor ... about what it will
do to her emotionally and socially.  To us guys, it all sounds great.
It might even sound great to HER right now.  She's young, she's
vulnerable.  What if the guy she decides to marry wants to marry a
virgin?"
	"It won't be Taylor!" Tyler said.  "She's already popped her
cherry, with her dildos, Dad.  You know that!"
	"All the more reason to educate her on the value of LOVE," I
said encouragingly.  Teach her that sex can be gotten anywhere and from
anyone but to hold out for love, when she's looking for a boyfriend ...
a lover ... a husband.  We're not saying FUCK her!  We're saying let
HER get intimate with YOU.  That's what she wants.  She's a smart girl.
She'll know when to say no.  Right Tyler?"
	"Yes, sir," Tyler said, keeping a keen eye on every stroke my
cock was making in and out of his dad's ass.
	"But we're still talking incest!"  Jason said, running his hand
down his belly to stop just above his pubes.  "Jesus!  I can feel your
dick through the wall of my stomach.  It's like some alien trying to
poke my belly button from an 'innie' to an 'outie'."
	"Don't change the subject," I scolded, humping him forcefully to
'drive home' my point.  "We all know incest is against the law.  But we
all know incest is 'still around' even after five thousand years of law
making--and law breaking.  We also know it will be around long after
we're all dead."
	"Do you really think I should ... uh ..."
	"Yes!" I said.
	Tyler's cock twitched, probably out of hope for his sister finally
getting her wish.
	"You need to make this so special for her that she'll turn down
any guy who doesn't measure up--until she finds a guy who respects her
as much as you do."
	"How do I do that?"  Jason moaned, gently petting the cum tube of
his erection like it was a lazy cat.  "How can I be intimate with her
and still keep her virginity intact?  Dildos excluded," he added.  "I'm
serious.  Right now, just talking about it, I'm ready to rape her!  I
know that's how I'll feel if I ever touch her ... intimately."
	"Ty will help you work it out.  He seems to be very inventive."
	I thought Tyler was going to snap a smile muscle when I said that
but he stood perfectly still.
	Jason rolled his head to the side to look at his son.  "Think you
can make me a pussy slave, cock slave?"
	"Yes sir," Tyler snapped, 'clicking' his bare heels together.
Then dutifully, he added, "With Master Dick's help.  I've been thinking
about it a lot and with your permission, I'd like to talk to Master
Dick about it."
	I could see there would be a fine line between their master and
slave relationships but Tyler was already learning to keep the two
apart.
	"Permission granted," Jason said.  Then pulling me toward him, so
we were lying chest-to-chest, he whispered in my ear, "I think it's time."
	"After dinner?" I suggested.
	Tyler's stomach growled as if it had heard.
	"Slave, go start dinner.  Your masters have some things to
discuss."
	"Yes sir," Tyler said sullenly but he smiled when he saw me pull
my cock all the way out of his dad's ass.
	"Savin' this for later," I said.  "By then, I'll be able to pound
nails with my cum balls."
	"Oh, man!  Just thinkin' about that makes me wanna cum all the
more," Tyler whined, squeezing his balls tightly between his thighs.
It was the same move little boys make when they have to pee and can't
get an adult's attention.
	"Go!" Jason yelled.
	As soon as he was out of the room, I asked, "Are you sure Ty's
ready?  I mean, tonight was ..."
	"Yes.  It's all he talks about and he won't be expecting it
tonight ... not so soon after the pecker party."
	"Yeah," I said with mounting excitement, "you're right.  It'll
fuckin' blow his mind."
	"Now, about this 'pussy slave' thing," Jason said worriedly.
	"Yeah?"
	"I'm not as big as you but I'm still way to big for Taylor, so
just keep Tyler in line when he tries to talk you into having me fuck
her."
	"I know all about limitations," I assured Jason.
	"Sucking and rimming ... I'll eat her out and ... I'll even try
that strap-on dildo thing you sprung on me, you fiendish bastard."
	"I'll talk to him.  Just remember that with Tyler and Taylor,
some of the limitations are mental while others are physical."
	"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about."
	"We'll see." I said, cryptically.  "Let's eat."
	Tyler was taking chunks of kielbasa out of the crock pot when we
got to the kitchen.  Using a slotted spoon, he drained the sauerkraut
onto the same plate.
	"It doesn't stay hot long, so sit down," Tyler said.  "I put
towels on the chairs like Rascal showed me."
	He had a cold beer sitting at opposite ends of the rectangular
table and a soda pop at the place setting in the center of the long
side of the table.
	"I'll get your milk," Jason said.
	"I've got your milk," Tyler said, playfully swinging his hips to
make his cock sway for back and forth.
	"When did you put dinner on?" I asked, surprised.  "I've been
with you ever since I got off work!"
	"While Dad was showering this morning.  He said I couldn't
shower with him because he had to get to work, so I came down and
threw this in the slow cooker."
	Jason and I sat down and Tyler placed the plates in front of us.
Then he brought over his plate and sat down, too.
	"This is all wrong," I said.
	"What?" Tyler asked worried.  "Mom and Taylor always eat at the
mall after delivering the altar flowers.  It's the only time they get
to eat that fishy smelling sushi shit, 'cuz Dad and I refuse to gag it
down."
	"Oh, okay," I said as I got up, moved my chair to the long side
of the table next to Tyler, repositioned my dinner plate and grabbed
my beer.  After I sat down, I said, "There, that's better."
	Jason moved to Tyler's other side as we crowded him in between
us.
	"Much better," Jason said.
	I could eat using my right hand, Jason could eat using his left
hand but we were sitting so close to Tyler that he could hardly move
his arms.
	I said, "My dick's drippin', boy.  You need to catch my drip in
your hand."
	Tyler reached under the table, into my lap and slipped my cock
onto his upturned palm.
	"My dick's drippin', too, son," Jason said.  "You need to catch
mine, too."
	Tyler smiled impishly.  "Yes, sir."
	His meal sat in front of him uneaten and with no means to eat it.
	I cut a three-inch piece of kielbasa into three one-inch chunks,
speared one of the smaller pieces and seductively sucked it into my
mouth.
	Tyler watched hungrily.
	I looked around him toward Jason and Tyler turned to watch his
dad mimic my moves.  When Jason was done chewing and swallowing, Tyler
looked back at me.
	Spearing a three inch chunk off Tyler's plate, I gently stuffed
it in his mouth but wedged it between his teeth and his inner cheek.
Naturally, Jason did the same but filled the opposite cheek.  Then I
put a third piece in Tyler's mouth completely covering his tongue.
	"That should hold you while your dad and I eat," I said in a
'proud of myself' tone.
	As he tried to chew the piece of meat that was on his tongue,
Tyler gagged.  He coughed gently and tried to chew again.  We ignored
him while we ate, until I saw him swallow.
	"Would you like something to drink?" I asked politely.
	With cheeks stuffed with sausage, he sounded funny but I
understood him to say, "Yes, sir."
	I raised my beer can to his lips and poured more than a mouthful
into his mouth.  He swallowed quickly but, since he'd never had beer,
he coughed and sputtered as some went up his nose the back way.  He
coughed and coughed but never let go of our cocks.
	"Here son, maybe this will help," Jason said as he gave Tyler
another chug of beer.  This one he downed more easily and it helped him
clear his cough.
	"Thank you, sir.  May I have another piece of meat?" he mumbled
with his cheeks still stuffed with the sausage he couldn't dislodge and
chew.
	"Eat what you've got in your mouth, first," I said, giving him
permission rather than ordering him.
	"Thank you, sir."
	"While Tyler wrestled to dislodge and then chew the remaining
two pieces, Jason and I ate in comfort.
	"More beer?" I asked politely.
	"Yes, thanks," Tyler said dutifully.  Then he smiled at me to let
me know he appreciated me allowing him to drink alcohol.
	Jason gave him a second sip, too.  I don't know if Tyler realized
it but neither Jason nor I drank any of our beer.  We plied him with
beer all through dinner, intermittently with the sauerkraut and
more kielbasa.  When we were done, we stood up with him still hanging
onto our cocks.  He had done a good job of squeezing them and gently
rubbing them to keep us hard.
	"Take us to your bedroom," I said quietly.
	He staggered and stumbled down the hallway but not from the beer.
It was from the awkwardness of having to hold two cocks while trying to
navigate three men down a hall only wide enough for two.  When we got
to his room, he had to push the door open with his erection.  It was a
tight squeeze but we all made it through the doorway.
	"Sit on the bed," I instructed, and let go of our cocks."
	Tyler sat before releasing them, just in case it was a test to
see if he could follow instructions.  He squeezed all the pre-cum out of
our cock tubes and onto his palms, keeping the pools of slime face up.
	"Eat it," Jason ordered and Tyler licked our jism off his hands.
	"Left or Right?" I asked.
	Tyler looked perplexed, as if to say, "Left of right what?" but
he didn't ask.  However, he knew he had to answer.  "Right."
	"Okay.  I'm going to lie on your bed and you're gonna face away
from me and sit on my cock."  If he had said 'left,' Jason would have
been the one to lie down.
	"Thank you, sir.  Just holding it all during dinner has created a
need to have it up my ass, sir.  You are very kind."
	As he lowered himself onto my pole, I steadied him with a hand on
each hip.  The touch of his soft hairless flesh caused a new drop of
pre-cum to ooze out just as he made contact.
	Once he was completely impaled, I said, "Lean back and rest
against my chest."
	When he was comfortably nestled in the valley between my arms,
Jason said, "Raise your knees to your chest, son."
	Jason crawled between my legs and looked longingly at his son's
obscenely stretched asshole.  "God, that's beautiful, Tyler.  I swear I
don't know how you take such a humongous cock so easily.  I just about
passed out when Unka Spunk fucked me.  You really make me proud, son."
	I wasn't sure this was the best time to switch from master to
daddy role but I figured--at least this time--it wouldn't matter.  At
least Tyler would know it was okay to stop anything that might hurt him.
	"Thank you, Daddy ... sir.," Tyler said with a hitch in his voice
like he was overcome with an emotional love for his father.
	Jason's outpouring of genuine awe and love almost had me in
tears, too, but I kept my wits about me.
	Like a panther, Jason moved in to lick my cock base and his son's
bunghole.  He planted quick little kisses on both of them, moved up to
kiss every inch of Tyler's rock-hard length, his navel, each nipple and
then his mouth.
	"Son, you know I love you, right?"
	"Yes, sir ... Daddy."  He knew it was his dad talking, not his
master.
	My eyes drilled daggers at Jason to get him back on track.
	After a deep breath, Jason said, authoritatively, "Good.  Then
take this, cock slave!"
	I felt the pressure of Jason's cock trying to gain entry into the
tight confines of Tyler's ass.  The pressure on my cum tube was
intense.  I knew I had to snap Tyler out of his momentarily surprised
state, so I commanded, "Relax, slave!"  Then I felt Jason's head pop
through his son's tight sphincter ring.
	"Aaagh!" Tyler screamed.  "That feels so great, Master!  Shove it
all in.  Please.  Now!  Before the pain goes away!" he pleaded.
	I nodded at Jason's surprised but silent query.
	"Oooohhh," Tyler crooned, as he felt seven inches of Poppa cock
slide up his horny hole.
	"God, I beg you, take me now," Tyler pleaded.  "Only heaven could
be more blissful than this and if this can't last forever, I might as
well die right now."
	"I told you he was ready," Jason said, as he smiled at me with an
all-knowing grin.
	"When you're right, you're right," I grinned back just as evilly.
	"Tyler, don't leave me now, son," Jason pleaded.  "We have a lot
of years of lovin' fun to enjoy first.  Please."
	"God, Dad, this is so fuckin' special.  Nothing will ever compare
to the first time you fucked me because that was ... so ... but this
... fuck!  This is damn close."
	"It's also damn tight," I complained.  "If you don't start fuckin'
him, my dick's gonna get gangrene and fall off."
	"Excuse me," Jason said with mock irritation but with a smile,
"My son and I are having a father and son bonding moment here!"
	"More like a 'binding' moment," I said, hunching my hips slightly
to get some relief on my cock.  It felt like all the blood in my body
was pooled in the head of my dick.  With one man and a boy on top of
me, I wasn't able to move very much but I got a little relief.
	"Do you know how many times I've dreamed of being fucked by you
in my own bed--every night for at least five years?  Dad, this bed
will become a shrine ... a shrine to the one dad who loved his only son
so much he proved his love in the best way he could ... by giving
himself to his son in his own bed."
	I looked over at Jesus on the crucifix, hanging on the wall, to
see if a bolt of lightning was going to strike.  I thought, 'I wonder
how Tyler was able to jack off all these years with Jesus looking down
on him from up there.'
	Jason began to move his cock out slowly, dragging HIS cum tube
along MY cum tube.  Because my cock was so sensitive, it felt like
fine-grained sandpaper.  Tyler pressed his shoulder blades in the
pillows that were my pecs and groaned.
	"You okay, boy?" I asked, trying to imply it was his master
asking but that it was okay to answer out of character if he needed to.
	Just then, Jason began a long slow inward thrust.
	"Yes, sir.  It's like I have a cannon barrel up my butt and
they're tamping the explosive wadding deep in the guts of the cannon--
way deep ... down near the fuse."
	I marveled at his ability to fantasize while in the middle of
another fantasy.  'Oh well,' I thought, 'whatever gets him through
the ordeal.'
	"Thank you, Master Dick.  Thank you, Master Jason.  This has been
the ultimate dream come true for me.  You know what I want.  You know I
need to please both of you but to please both of you at once is ...
aaagh ... awesome."
	As Tyler groaned, I said to Jason, "I think you found his prostate.
Keep hitting it if you can."
	Jason wiggled into a slightly more comfortable position and began
stabbing at Tyler's buzz nutt.
	Since he was using short jabbing strokes, I took the opportunity
to start fucking Tyler with long slow strokes.  Tyler lowered his legs
down around his father's hips and planted the bottoms of his feet on the
bed.  He lifted his ass up so I'd have room to move.  Between Jason's
short and fast strokes and my long and slow strokes, Tyler's mind must
have been fried.
	His dialogue consisted of repeated "yes" and "Oh god," phrases
punctuated here and there with grunts, groans, moans and the occasional
"aaagh!"
	"Don't cum, boy," I warned.
	"No sir ... but sir ... I'm very close.  I'm not touching it, but
it feels like a wad of cum balls want to spurt out like a paint ball
cannon!  Sir ... I'm trying real hard not to cum but ..."
	I felt a tear splatter onto my shoulder as he squeezed his eyes
shut from the exquisite agony induced by trying to hold back an orgasm.
	In a condescending teaching tone, I said, "But your masters
haven't cum yet.  Surely, you wouldn't want to deprive your masters of
their climaxes, would you.?"
	"No, sir." Tyler said, gritting his teeth.  "But I'm just learning
right now, so can I cum just this once?  I promise I'll do it better
the next time."
	"If you cum now," I said, still in that stern teaching voice,
"there won't BE a next time.  Both your father and I will stop having
sex with you altogether."
	Tyler wailed in agony.  I don't know if it was because he was in
pre-orgasm pain or because of my threat.  Then, using the breathing
techniques usually associated with Lamaze birthing classes, Tyler began
to repeatedly say, "Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, aaah!"
	"Good boy," I said, with an unusually brutal thust up his ass,
"we love you and we know what's best for you."
	"Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, aaah, my daddies love me," Tyler said
deliriously.
	Jason smiled at me when he heard Tyler refer to me as one of his
daddies.  He silently mouthed the words, "Welcome to the family."  Then
with panic reflected in his eyes, he mouthed, "I'm gonna cum!"
	With a simple nod of my head, Jason began to spurt.  I felt his
jism drown my cock shaft with the first--less forceful--squirt.  Then a
stronger jet grazed that sensitive area of my helmet head where it
comes to a peak underneath.  That was all it took for me, too.
	"Cum, boy!" I commanded.
	"Ohmigod!  I can feel your cock spasms, Dad!  ... sir!"
	I started cumming and his ass tunnel got real slippery, real
fast.  "I said CUM, boy!  Damn it!  You wanted to cum, so cum!"
	I knew his asshole was going to clench tight as he cummed,
causing even more pain ... but the act of cumming would be far more
pleasurable for him than anything he'd ever experienced before.
	"Ohmigod!" Jason screamed as Tyler shot his first spurt.  "He's
strangling me!"
	"Feels good, huh?" I said with a grimace as one of my spurts got
'cut off at the pass' on its way up my cum tube.  Even 'I' couldn't
stop myself from cussing when my next spurt squirted out of my piss
slit.  It felt like that cannonball Tyler was alluding to earlier.  In
my mind, I saw my huge cockhead sliding through his ass tunnel like a
bowling ball rolling down the alley.  "Oh fuckin' hell, your tight hole
is so sweet, boy.  I've got the seeds of your unborn brothers and
sisters drowning my cock, swimming around in your ass along with my
baby makers, boy.  We're breedin' you, baby, like a cheap whore."
	"Fuckin' love you," Tyler squealed.  "Fuckin' lovin' you both
lovin' my fuckin' hole.  Thank you.  Thank you for double-fuckin' me.
I'll remember this forever."
	All the while, his cock was spewing cum all over him, me, and the
wall at the head of the bed.
	"Are you still cumming, Spunky, or are you pissin' in my boy's
hole?"
	"It's cum, Jase.  God!  I haven't cum like this since I was a
teenager."
	"It's hot as hell," Jason said.  "Temperature wise, I mean.  It's
fuckin' scalding, man!"
	"Can you guys cum twice in a row?" Tyler asked.  "I don't want
this feeling to ever end."
	"Honey," Jason said, leaning down to kiss his son, "you are such
a cock slut but you have to learn when to quit."
	"I know."  Tyler whined a boy whine, not a slave whine, "but this
is such a special occasion.  It's my first double fuck and it's with my
two most favorite adults."
	"Your ass is dripping all over my crotch, dude!" I said like I
was insulted.
	"Let me get that for you," Jason said as he eased his cock out of
his son's ass.  Then he scooted down to suck the cum off my crotch and
to lick Tyler's ass--still plugged with my cock.  "Fuck him," Jason
said, "It'll help push more of it out for me."
	The slamming of the car door startled all three of us.  While I
looked around the room for a clock--like knowing the time would somehow
change the fact that we were going to get caught by Sherita--Tyler
leaped off the bed.  It was done with such gymnastic precision and such
speed, I didn't even feel my cock withdrawing from his asshole.
	"Fuck!" Tyler replied as he darted out his bedroom door toward
his sister's room.
	As we heard the second car door slam shut, we heard Taylor
opening the front door, calling out, "We're home!"
	"Love you," Tyler yelled to his sister as he raced back into his
room.  Then, in a whisper, he handed Jason a tampon--one of those kind
that has the plastic casing for easier insertion--and said, "Put this
up my butt."
	"What?" Jason asked perplexed.
	"Just do it!  It'll absorb all the cum you guys just dumped up
there."
	I could see doubt in Jason's expression but he did it anyway.
	"Pull the sheath off but leave the string hanging out."
	"I know about tampons," Jason said.
	"Leave enough of the tampon outside my hole so you can get a good
grip on it later when you pull it out."
	"Gotcha," Jason said, proud of his son's forethought.
	I was half dressed and on my way down the hall when Sherita
opened the front door.  'Thank god adults don't move as quickly as
kids,' I thought, 'I'm glad Taylor gave us an "early warning" by
slamming her car door before Sherita got her seatbelt unbuckled.'  I
dashed into the bathroom, took two more seconds to finish dressing and
flushed the toilet.
	Jason stepped out of Tyler's room, turning to say sternly, "If
that's the way you feel, you can just stay in your room until you're
ready to apologize!"
	"What's he done now?" Sherita asked, turning toward the kitchen
with a small plastic bag of groceries.
	"Same ol', same ol'," Jason said.
	"You're the ogre because you force him to study on the weekend?"
	"Yep."
	Taylor's smile indicated to me that this was a ruse they had used
many times in the past to hoodwink Sherita.  She gave me a hug and
whispered, "You smell like little boy ass and big boy cum.  Yummmm."
	"Better stay away from your mom, huh?"
	Taylor nodded.
	"Tyler might need your help," I said with a worried look back
down the hallway.  Looking toward the kitchen door to see if Sherita
was out of sight, I leaned down and kissed Taylor.  "He's got some good
news."
	"Did you talk Daddy into it?" she continued to whisper.
	"You knew?"
	"Yeah.  When you brought us home, Tyler pulled me aside and told
me he was gonna try."
	"We'll talk later," I said, knowing she wanted to interrogate her
little brother about how she was finally going to get Jason to touch
her--sexually.
	As Sherita returned from the kitchen, she said, "Sorry, Unka
Spunk, I had to put the meat away before it spoiled."
	I smiled, thinking that Jason and I had just been 'putting our
meat away before it spoiled--until she came home.  Instead, I said,
"No problem."
	Without being obvious, I kept my distance, so she wouldn't smell
my feral sex odor.
	"We're having a bar-b-que next Saturday.  Can you come?" Sherita
asked.
	"I'd love to but Lyle, Rascal's dad, asked me to chauffer him
around.  Something to do with some missing kids at several different
schools."
	"Missing!" Sherita almost shrieked.
	"Not missing ... uh ... not showing up where they should have."
	"Oh," Sherita said with noticeable relief.
	I was sure THAT ranked right at the top of a mother's list of
worst nightmares--having a missing kid.
	"It's nice seeing you again, Sherita, but I've had a long day.
I better get home."
	"No rest for the weary," Sherita said, acknowledging my
departure.
	"No rest for the wicked," Jason said with a wink in my direction.
"Speaking of which, I better go check on Tyler."

To be continued. (One last chapter!)

Thanks for continuing to read "Rascal."  Keep in touch with me at my NEW
email address: jockhunger@yahoo.com  I'll be posting a new story in the
bisexual/incest category sometime next month.  The title will be
mentioned at the close of Rascal's last chapter.  --Rick aka Dick Hickey