Date: Sun, 07 Sep 2003 22:18:57 +0000
From: Guy Jameson <guyjameson@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Sons of JJ Jameson Chapter 16

My grandsons-the Sons of JJ, are writing the next several
chapters of this series using their journals or diaries as
the basis for what they write

JJ required the boys to keep a journal of some sort from the
age they began to write.  He believes it is a good
educational tool and allows the boys to constantly examine
their lives.  School districts across the country teach
courses in creative writing for much the same reason.  The
boys knew that no one could read their journals without
their permission.  They have given their permission.

The standard warnings apply.

This story belongs to me and as such is copyrighted
according to the terms laid down by Nifty.

Any similarity with persons living or not is purely
coincidental.

I hope you enjoy.  Feel free to send comments to me at
guyjameson@hotmail.com

The youngest boy, David, wrote this posting


                   THE SONS OF JJ JAMESON
     CHAPTER SIXTEEN: STILL NOT UP TO THE BIRTHDAY PARTY
                            1996

     Everyone finally came home and Guy fixed our dinner.
Well he didn't actually fix dinner that evening.  Because we
were all later than usual getting home, he ordered in a
pizza.  That was a very special treat and I wondered what we
were celebrating.  I knew what I was celebrating but I also
knew I couldn't tell anyone.  My big brothers would pound
Jerry into the ground if they ever found out what we'd done.
And I thought I might need him to be healthy and available
for future use.

     It was Joe's and Ron's night to clean up the kitchen
before they would be permitted to go to the Upper Room.
Jason went up ahead of them.  After I heard Jason close the
door of their room, I put the plan into action that I had
been pondering all evening.  I knew Jason liked to shower
before he settled in for the evening, especially after an
afternoon of soccer practice.  I figured Ron and Joe would
be going upstairs for the same reason shortly.

     Climbing the stairs to my brothers' room, I listened
from outside the door for the sound of the shower.  When I
heard Jason turn on the water, I went into the room, crossed
the length of the room and peeked into the bathroom.  Yeup,
Jason was in the shower.  I could see him soaping up his
body, especially that area between his legs that was the new
target of my affections.  Actually I had hoped that it would
be Ron who was showering but I liked Jason very much too.  I
was sure he would appreciate what I had planned.

     I waited in the doorway of the bathroom until Jason was
rinsed and pulled back the shower curtain.  I entered the
room as he pulled a towel from the rack and stepped into my
lair.  His cock was half hard as if he'd been stroking it
but had decided not to cum just yet.

     "Hey Dave, what the hell are you doing here. You know
you aren't' supposed to come in here without an invitation.
Now you go on back downstairs.  Go on, little bro.  You
don't want to get into trouble."  His voice was angry, but
mixed with a teaspoon of caring.

     "Jason, I came up here to show you something.  Please
let me show you and I promise I'll go right back down."

     I moved toward my older brother.  He was a more than a
little shocked and didn't know what to expect.  I knew that
surprise was my best offense.  He had begun to towel his
hair leaving the rest of his body vulnerable for my greedy
little eyes.  I jerked the towel out his hand and dropped it
on the floor in front of him.

     "What are you doing, Dave.  Get out of here."

     "Unh, unh," I said.  "Not until I show you what I've
learned"

     I went down on my knees in front of Jason and grabbed
his cock and balls in one hand.  He went immediately hard.
I squeezed him firmly but not enough to cause any real pain.

     "Oh, shit, bro.  Stop that."

     Still holding his nuts with one hand, I pulled his
foreskin back from the glans with the other.  I put my mouth
on the end of his dick.  He was bigger in every way than
Jerry and has probably had more experience with what I was
beginning to do.  But I had to show my brother that I was
old enough to know what would make him feel good.

     Just as I had with Jerry I wrapped my hand around
Jason's cock, right next to my mouth and as I worked down on
his dick with my mouth I pumped with my hand.  Jerry quit
resisting my service and began to thrust himself into my
mouth.  I sucked harder knowing I needed to get him off
before we were interrupted.  As I worked his cock, Jerry
must have begun to feel the same need and pumped harder into
me.  He grabbed the back of my head to hold it steady and
increased his fucking thrusts into my mouth.

     In less time than it takes to tell the details of this
story, Jason's body stiffened and he shot big bullets into
my mouth.  I swallowed every drop, not letting anything
escape from my lips.

     "Jesus H. Christ, boy.  What did we just do," Jason
breathed.  "Dad will have my ass on the barn door for what
you just did."

     "No he won't, Jase, because neither of us will ever
tell him, right?"

     "Damned straight we won't.  And don't you go telling
Ron or Joe either.  They'll pound me black and blue.  Don't
you know we're under strict orders not to touch you and Rob?
Man, what am I going to do now?"

     "Did I do it right, Jase?"

     "You're damned straight you did it right, Dave.  That's
not the point.  You're too young to start sucking dick like
that."

     "Did you like it, bro?"

     "Of course I liked it.  You're one of the best-damned
cocksuckers I know.  But why did you do that?  Where did you
learn to do that?"

     "I'm still learning, Jason.  It's just something I've
picked up lately," I lied.  "I loved doing it for you.  If
I'm any good I may do it as often as I get the chance.  I
love the taste of your cock in my mouth and your milk was
oh, so sweet.   But I'd better get out of here before Ron
and Joe come up."

     With that I got off my knees and rushed from the Upper
Room where I was forbidden to go.  I don't know what Jason
did after that.  I left him standing in the middle of the
bathroom with his cock hanging low and his mouth wide open,
trying to figure out whether what he had just experienced
had really happened.  I met my other brothers coming up the
stairs as I was going down.

     "Hi, bros.  I was just asking Jason if he had seen my
library book."


                    JASONS'S TALE OF WOE


     I don't know how long I stood in the center of the
bathroom in the Upper Room.  The first thing I realized was
my brother Joe smacking me on the cheek to bring me out of
my trance.

     "What's going on, bro?  You look like you've seen the
proverbial ghost.  Anything wrong?"

     Ron entered the room about that time and asked, "Jason,
did Dave find his library book?"

     "Hunh?  What library book?"

     "We just passed Dave going down the stairs and he said
he had asked you if you'd seen his library book?  I don't
know why he'd think to look up here unless you've been
reading something besides fuck books.  Did you see him up here?"

     Joe told Ron to shut up.  "Can't you see there's
something wrong?  Just look at Jason's face.  He's white as
a sheet."

     Ron came on into the bathroom and took one look at me.
"Man, you look terrible.  What's happened?"

     I walked past my brothers without answering.  I flopped
down on my bed, face down into the pillow.  I began to cry.

     "Youij ipoermsdfaf"

     "What did you say?" asked both brothers as they sat
down on either side of the bed.

     "FUCK!  You'll never believe what just happened.  I'm
not sure I believe it myself.  OH, FUCK!  YOU GUYS ARE GONNA
KILL ME AND GIVE THE PIECES TO DAD."

     I completely dissolved into tears, shaking as if I was
having a muscle seizure and I'm not sure that's not what was
happening.

     "Hey bro.  What the hell are you talking about.  Calm
down bro.  Nothing could have happened that is that bad."

     Both of my brothers hugged my naked body close to them
trying to quiet my sobs.

     "What happened, Jason?" asked Ron.  "What's got you
into such a state?"

     "Oh shit, brothers.  I've really fucked things up."

     Joe had had enough of that shit and slapped me across
his face.

     "Snap out of this, bro.  Tell us what happened."

     "I just had the most erotic, the best quickie blowjob
I've ever had.  Dave wasn't looking for his book, He just
sucked my cock.


               DAVE CONQUERS ANOTHER ONE

     I went on down to the room I shared with Rob, saying
good night to Dad and Guy on my way. When I entered the
dormitory, Rob was sitting at his desk, reading his history
text.  His back was to me but I knew he was reading history
because his head was being supported by both of his hands,
elbows on the desk.  That's the way he always sat reading
history.  Rob hated his history class and wasn't too fond of
the teacher, even though our father was a history teacher
and Guy had taught history before he retired.  I smiled to
myself.  Another fly was caught in this spider's web and
didn't even know it yet.

     Rob continued reading his text while I undressed for
bed.  I slept naked, as did my brothers.  (Dad didn't think
that wearing pajamas or even under pants to bed was
necessary-maybe not even healthy.  That had caused me to be
embarrassed on one occasion when I was six years old and I
went over to a friend's house to spend the night.  My
friend, Mike, and I went to his room to get ready for bed.
I peeled out of my clothes and started to crawl into his
double bed.  He asked what I was doing and why didn't I wear
pajamas.  I'm not sure I even knew what pajamas were at that
point.  I just told Mike that I always slept without
clothes.  He said that was sick.  All his other friends at
least wore under pants, but most wore pajamas.  I got out of
bed and put on my briefs.  By the end of school on Monday,
all my friends at school had heard of my strange practice.
After that I knew when going on sleepovers to wait until the
other boys got ready for bed before baring my ass to them.)

     "Robbie, when are you going to turn off your lamp and
go to bed?" I whined in my most winsome way. I knew I'd get
a rise out of Rob.  He hates to be called Robbie as much as
I hate Davey, except when Guy calls him that, of course.

     "When I'm finished, Davey."

     "Well I'm sleepy, Robbie.  So, hurry up, will you?"

     "Just a little more, Davey."

     I pulled the covers up to my chin, turned onto my side
that faced Rob's bed and pretended to go to sleep.  Rob read
for maybe another twenty minutes.  By the time he was
undressed and climbing into bed, I appeared to be sound
asleep.

     Rob pulled the sheet up to his waist and began to feel
himself up.  I knew what he was doing because he did it
almost every night.  After a few minutes there was a
sizeable tent in the sheet and he threw it off exposing his
beautiful, naked body and stiff cock.  He continued
stroking.

     I watched my older brother as his motions picked up
intensity.  His breathing quickened.  I knew from previous
experience he was getting close to orgasm.  I got out of
bed, walked the couple of feet that separated us and lay
down beside him.

     "What the fuck!  Get off my bed, you little shit.  What
are you doing?"

     I took hold of his dick, pushing his hand off,
continuing his rhythm.

     "Dave, you can't do that!"

     "Shhhh, big brother.  Let me jack you off, please."

     Rob relaxed a little and let me continue to stroke him.
I was doing a good job of it, which he immediately
recognized.  Besides he was so close to shooting; anyone
could have been doing what I did.

     "A little faster, Dave.  I'm getting close."

     His breathing became shorter and more rapid.  Now was
my chance.  I shifted my position on the bed and covered his
dick with my mouth at least as far as his size would allow
me to without breaking the rhythm.  Rob's dick was a good
deal bigger than mine was but not as big as the two I had
blown earlier that day.  I found I could take all of it into
my mouth and give him a really good suck.

     "Dave, that is so damn good.  Keep sucking little
brother, keep sucking."

     Which was my intention.  LOL

     It didn't take very long before Rob let out a very loud
moan and filled my mouth with his milk.  Just as I had
practiced earlier, I took every drop without so much as
letting any of it dribble over my lips.  He continued to
shoot, not as much as Jason had but he gave me a sizeable
load nevertheless.

     "Oh, Dave, where the fuck did you learn to do that.
You're only ten.  You're not supposed to know how to blow
dick and certainly not old enough to want to."

     "Wasn't it any good, Rob?"

     "Oh, it was good, alright.  I'm just surprised you'd do
that."

     "Why?  I think our older brothers do it all the time."

     "Hunh?  How do you know that?"

     "Don't you ever listen to what they say?  They're
always making wise cracks about each other.  I'll bet they
do a lot more than just suck dick."

     "Dave, you are so full of shit."

     "Dad says you're not to say that.  And you said fuck
too."  I laughed at the look on my brother's face.

     "You dumb ass.  Dad can't hear us . . . At least I
don't think he can."  A twinge of panic shot through my
mind.  What would Dad do if he knew I'd sucked off two of my
brothers in one day-not to mention Jerry?

     "Rob?  Do you feel good now?"

     "Yeah, little bro.  I feel fine."

     "Rob? Can I sleep with you tonight?"

     "This bed is too small for both of us."

     "Not if I cuddle up real close to you.  I won't take
any room at all.  And I promise not to wet the bed."
Chuckle.

     "OK.  Just this once.  And Dave, I don't want you to
ever do that to me again."

     "OK," I said.  I wasn't sure whether Rob was referring
to surprising him or the actual blowjob.  But at this point
I didn't care which.  I'd met the challenge and the score
was David-3, everyone else-Very Contented Cows.


     The next morning I woke a few minutes before our clock
radio went off.  Rob was cuddled against my back, left arm
thrown protectively across my chest.  I could feel his
morning hard on pressed against my little butt.  Rob was
moving, in a dream I guess, sliding his dick up and down
against my butt.  That felt so good and I began to think
that maybe I'd like to feel him do that a lot more.

     As I was lying there, relaxed and thinking about the
events of the previous day, the radio came on, waking Rob.

     "What the . . . Oh good morning, Dave.  Did you sleep
good?"

     "Yes, Rob.  Did you?"

     "Oh yeah.  I had great dreams . . . about us, really.
About what you did last night.  That was really great, you
know.  Maybe, just maybe, I might let you do it again."

     "Sure, Rob.  Anytime you want."

     "Ooh, it's time to get up.  We have games today.  So
shake your ass out of my bed and let's get ready."

     Weekends during soccer season were always very busy.
Joe and Jason played on the same team and they usually had a
game in the middle of the afternoon.  Ron played his game
late in the morning.  Today my game would start at 8:00.
Rob played at 9:30, fortunately at the same field.  Whenever
possible the whole Jameson crew watched all four games.  Dad
and Guy were strong believers in family supported
activities.  Sunday, after Church, Dad and Guy played in a
senior league.  I guess that's why they were still in pretty
good shape-especially for old men.

     Rob and I finally got into our soccer uniforms and
headed upstairs for breakfast.  Everyone else was sitting at
the table, except Guy, who was serving.  As we ate, I kept
noticing that Ron and Joe were watching me.  Jason had an
amused smirk on his face.  Dad and Guy were just "chatty
Kathys" all during the meal.  Rob was sitting next to me, as
he usually did, but he kept rubbing his leg against mine.  I
think (I hoped) that was a promise of what would come
("cum"?) later in the day.

     When I finished breakfast and asked to be excused I
took my plate and milk glass into the kitchen.  I scraped
the plate and was just putting my stuff in the dishwasher,
when Joe, Ron and Jason came up behind me.

     "Dave, when we get home from the games today.  You are
to meet us in the Upper Room.  Don't forget.  I don't want
to have to come find you," whispered Joe.

     I looked up in surprise.  Except for the time I helped
carry some of Ron's stuff upstairs when he moved to the
Upper Room, I had never been invited to go there.  But I
didn't kid myself that this was an invitation-more like a
command performance.  I finished doing what I was doing and
looked at my older brothers.  Their expressions were
friendly, but they didn't smile.  There was a twinkle in
Ron's eyes that let me know I wasn't in BIG trouble.  But
there was nothing that told me what my invitation was all
about.


     It was finally time to head for our games.  First stop
was my game.  My team won and I played brilliantly.  (Hey,
I'm telling this story-I played Brilliantly.)  There was
only about a fifteen-minute break and then we all watched
Rob's game.  His team also won, but he didn't play as well
as I did.  (Actually he played very well, but again, I'm
telling the story.)

	Dad took us all to lunch.  We had just enough time to
let our food settle and it was time for Ron's game, immediately
followed by the game played by Joe and Jason.  It didn't always
happen that all of us got to watch all the games.  This Saturday
was very special.

     I felt really proud of the way my older brothers played
soccer.  Joe and Ron were by far the most athletic members
of the family but we all enjoyed the game.  Joe played
goalie and has given me a few pointers on how to best keep
the opponent from scoring.  Ron and Jason were forwards.
They both have very strong legs and are able to outrun all
of their teammates and most of the players on their
opponents' teams.  Rob's attitude toward the game is "take
it or leave it".  He does what he does well but doesn't have
that spirit of competition exhibited by our elders.

     Rob, Ron and I sat with Guy and Dad in the stands.  I
sat on the row of seats below Dad and Guy.  We boys were
still in soccer uniforms, Dad and Guy wore shorts, Dad with
no shirt.  Both of our parents had great legs, the result
of playing soccer, I'm sure.  Neither were my brothers nor I
were wearing our shirts.

     I always sat in such a way that I could lean against
either Dad or Guy, sometimes laying my head on their strong
muscular thighs.  I loved the feel of their legs and could
still get away with such closeness in public because I was
still a little kid and could pretend fatigue.  Actually I
reveled in the smell of their sweat.  An added advantage of
my position was that I could look up their shorts to their
groins.  Often they didn't wear anything under their shorts
and I was given a view of their heavy hanging pieces of
meat.  I LOVED THAT VIEW!

     There was a constant stream of conversation, describing
the skills of different players and the strategies they
used.  I didn't usually listen too closely.  The only
players on the field in which I had an interest were my
brothers.  Dad and Guy held all my interest off the field.

     Finally it was time to go home.  Joe and Jason's team
won.  So today was a clean sweep for the Jamesons.


     As we rode home, I wondered what little surprise my
brothers had in store for me.

     Normally after a full day of being in the sun, the
first item on the agenda would be to take showers.  As soon
as we walked in the door, Rob headed for the dormitory.  He
stopped at the top of the stairs and asked if I were coming.

     Joe said, "Rob, he'll be down in a few minutes.  I need
to go over some points with David."

     To me Ron whispered, "Ten minutes little man.  Don' be
late and don't be early.  Ten minutes.  You can shower
later."

     I glanced down at my watch and went out to the back
porch to wait for my "appointment".

     Exactly ten minutes later, I knocked at the door to the
Upper Room.  Ron told me to come on in.   Joe and Ron were
sitting on Joe's bed, naked.  Jason was also naked, but
sitting in his desk chair facing the other two and watching
the door.

     "Come on in, Davey," Jason said.  "We have something to
talk over."

     Beads of sweat broke out everywhere they could.  I'd
never felt so much sweat roll out from under my arms onto my
sides.  Jason did not look pleasant and his voice had a
menacing tone I had never heard before from him.  At least
not directed at me.

     Jason told me to stand inside a circle marked in chalk
on the tile floor.

     "Dave you forgot something when you came in," growled
Jason.  "Were you born in a barn? Shut the fucking door.
You also didn't take off your shoes.  When you enter the
Upper Room you always take off your shoes.  Do you want us
to have to clean up the floor just because you didn't remove
your filthy shoes?"

     I closed the door and removed my shoes.  Then walked
back into the circle.  It was exactly equal distant from
each of my brothers, about three feet away.  It was pretty
obvious Jason was in charge of this meeting which could only
mean it had to do with my violating their "sacred" space the
evening before.

     "Tell your brothers what you did last night," ordered
Jason.

     I was really getting scared.  I knew my brothers
weren't going to hurt me very bad because Dad would get them
if they did.  But I also knew they could do a lot without
any thing showing up for Dad to see.  Especially Jason, I
knew he could be a real dick head sometimes.  I wouldn't
have been half as scared if Joe or Ron were in charge.  I
thought about threatening them that I would tell Dad what
they were doing but when I looked at Ron, there was just the
slightest smile on his handsome face.  I wasn't quite as
frightened.

     "Tell our brothers what you did last night, David,"
repeated Jason.

     "I'm sorry, brothers, but I came into the Upper Room
without an invitation."

     "And then what did you do?"

     "I saw you in the bathroom taking a shower."

     "You saw WHO taking a shower?  Remember, shit for
brains, you're talking to them, not to me.  I know what you
did."

     "I saw Jason in the bathroom taking a shower."

     "What did you do then?"

     "I stood in the door way and watched Jason."

     "What was I doing?"

     "Jason was soaping and washing up his penis."

     "Shit for brains, I only have a penis when talking to
Guy.  Up here boys have a cock.  Is that understood?"

     "OK, . . . Jason was soaping and washing his cock."

     "Then what happened?"

     "My cock started getting hard."

     "Man, you really do have shit for brains, don't ya?
THAT is a cock," he said, pointing at the hard rod Joe had
in hand.  "And THAT is a cock," pointing at Ron's piece.
"THIS is a cock," indicating what he had been playing with.
"Do you have a cock?  NO, you have a dick.  Is that clear,
dip stick?"

     "No, I don't have a cock, Jason."

     "What DO you have?"

     "I have a dick?"

     "Right.  Now try that again."

     "My dick started to get hard."

     "OK, then what?"

     "I waited for Jason to finish his shower."

     "What did you do when I came out of the shower?"

     "I jerked his towel out of his hand, put it on the
floor and knelt to suck his cock."

     Ron entered the conversation.

     "Did you give your brother a blowjob, David?"

     "Yes, Ron I did."

     "Did he force you to?"

     "No I wanted to do it.  He tried to stop me, but I kept
pushing him until he let me take his cock in my mouth.
After that, I just sucked him until he spilled his milk."

     "Did you like it?"

     "Oh, yes.  I loved it."

     "How was he, Jase?  Does our little brother give good
head?"

     "You bet he does.  I haven't had such a good blow job
since we used the milk machine down at the farm."

     I had no idea what that was about and probably looked
pretty stupid at Jason's remark.

     "Really?" asked Joe.  "That was a great experience.  I
still laugh every time we open a new bottle of milk,
thinking about what farm boy's spunk we're putting on our
cereal."

     My three brothers laughed at that image.  I just looked
dumb.

     "I think we need to see what our little brother can
do," intoned Joe.  "Dave do you want to suck Jason's cock
again?"

     "Oh, yes.  I love sucking cock and I'd love to suck all
three of you."

     "Hold up, little man.  No one said anything about
sucking us," Ron said somewhat shocked.

     "Have you sucked anyone before you did Jason last
night?"  asked Joe.

     "Just once."

     "Who the fuck was it?" Ron asked.  "Maybe Rob?"

     "No I didn't suck Rob before I did Jason.  It was
someone else."

     "You didn't suck Rob before Jason.  Have you sucked him
since then?"

     "Yes."

     "Jesus H. Christ, boy, who got you started being a
cocksucker? Or has there been more than one?"

     "No just one before Jason."

     Jason looked surprised.  "You mean you sucked one other
guy and then gave me what could have been the best blowjob
I've ever had?  Man, he must have been a good teacher."

     "No," I answered.  "I'm just a good student."

     "Well who was this fucker?  Who forced you to suck his
dick?" Ron asked, his voice full of menace.  He obviously
was ready to pound someone.

     "I can't tell you, Ron.  I promised if he let me give
him a blowjob, I wouldn't tell."

     "Well, I want to know and I want to know now.  Who was
it?" Ron screamed at me.  As I've said, Ron was always my
special protector and he obviously felt I had been forced or
coerced in some fashion.

     Joe put his hand on Ron's shoulder.  "Hold on, Ron.
Dave made a promise and he obviously means to keep it.  You
have to respect him for keeping a confidence."

     Ron began to calm down a little.  "Well I still think
we should know who's been messing with our baby brother."

     "RON, I'm not a BABY.  I'm growing up and am almost
eleven years old.  I can do what I want and I wanted to give
him a blowjob.  He didn't mess with me as much as I messed
with him."

     All three of my brothers continued to stroke their
cocks during this interchange.  Joe's foreskin enclosed the
head of his cock with every up stroke.  I could see the drop
of fluid form in his rose and began to understand what I
tasted before my sex partners actually shot their milk.
Poor Ron, without a foreskin.  I could see that pearly
liquid form on his cock, but he had to spread it with his
thumb and finger.  Looks to me it's better with the skin.
Jason's eyes were beginning to glaze over.  He seemed to be
in a daze-the state he was in last evening, just before he
let go of his load.

     I broke from the circle, removing my shirt as I crossed
over to Jason and knelt in front of him.  "Jason, may I do
you again?"

     I don't know who was the more shocked that I did what I
did.  But Jason just moved his hand from his meat and spread
his legs, granting me access to what I wanted.  Ron started
to protest, but Joe pulled his shoulder closer to him and
told Ron we needed to see a demonstration.

     That was all the permission I needed.  I took Jason's
cock into my mouth, against the top of the fist I used to
cover the rest of his tube and began to lick the head of his
meat.  I used my hand to pull his foreskin back to give me
greater access to the sensitive head.  I licked, I sucked,
and I pumped my head up and down Jason's cock.  It didn't
take long before he began pushing his hips up and foreword
into me.  Suddenly my mouth was full of his cum.  Spurt
after spurt erupted into me and I kept pace with the fluid,
not allowing so much as a drop to escape my mouth.

     Ron and Joe moved up to either side of us and watched
as Jason lost his sperm.

     "Geez, did you see that.  Dave you seem to have a real
talent there."

     A hand grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off Jason.
The same hand pushed me immediately onto another cock.  It
was Joe's.  I pulled his skin back with my fist and began to
service as much of his huge meat as I could, but it didn't
seem to be enough.  I wanted more.  I couldn't get all of
Joe down my throat and he has so much foreskin.  I pulled
his skin back as far as I could and wrapped my tongue around
the pink inflamed head.  Then pushing the skin back up his
cock, I sucked it over my tongue.  I played my tongue
between the skin and his glans.  He fucked my face about
four times and with a growl that would rival the King of the
Beasts, Joe unloaded his milk into my mouth.  He went weak
in the knees and stumbled back to his bed where he simply
collapsed.  Obviously, I'd done a good job on him.

     Ron exclaimed, "Oh shit man.  I want some of that," and
pulled my already well used mouth onto his cock.

     Having watched as the other two were sucked and lost
their loads, Ron wasn't far off the mark.  I forced my
tongue into his piss slit while enclosing the remainder of
his dick with my mouth and fist and worked him over for all
I was worth.  I most wanted Ron's respect for my talent.  As
I was sucking him, I remembered how good it felt when Rob
had rubbed his dick against my hole that morning.  With my
free hand I began to rub Ron's ass and finally found his
hole.  I pushed a finger just slightly into that secret
spot.  Ron went over the edge and for the third time in
maybe fifteen minutes my mouth was filled to capacity with
another boy's spunk.

     I never spilled a drop.  None of my brothers' nectar
dribbled from my mouth.  I hate to brag, but I was Damned
Good.  My brothers were totally content.

     After picking up my shirt and kissing each of my
brothers I walked out the door of the Upper Room and headed
for the dormitory.  I knew I'd be invited back very soon.


     Rob was just finishing his shower as I entered our
room.

     "What happened, Dave?  Why did the bros invite you to
the Upper Room?"

     "They just wanted to talk."

     "Oh?  And what did the stars of the soccer field want
to talk to you about?"

     "I can't tell.  It's a secret."

     "Secret my ass!  You told them what we did last night,
didn't you!  You told them about giving me a blowjob and now
Ron is going to pound on me.  I knew you would do that.
You've always liked Ron better than me and you just want to
get me into trouble."

     "OK, just to get you off my ass, bro, I'll tell you.
They wanted to talk to me about sneaking into their room
last evening and giving Jason a blowjob.  They wanted to
know where I learned about it and who the shit dick was that
molested me.  Then they wanted me to suck them.  So there,
it wasn't about you at all.  It was all about me!"

     "You did what?  You gave Jason a blowjob last night,
then me and you'd already given one to some other dude.  And
you just blew all three of them?  Man you are a real slut!"

     "Yeup, I guess I am.  Pretty good for a kid with no
hair on his nuts, don't you think?"

     "Sheiiit"

     "Man you are going to get into so much trouble."

     "With Dad?  Who do you think is going to tell on me?
No one, that's who.  Can you imagine what Dad would do to
any of you guys if you told Dad?  Hummmmmmmm?  It's almost
time for dinner and I need to take a shower."

     I peeled out of my clothes and went into the shower.

     Rob followed me in a couple of minutes and over the
sound of the water, shouted, "Are you going to tell me about
it?"

     "Sure, if you let me sleep with you tonight."

     "Where else would you sleep, dip stick?  I'm pretty
horned up after the game and I think I have a pretty good
load for you."

     I love a satisfied customer.


     Saturday nights were normally family nights.  We all
had dinner together.  Guy had prepared a lasagna and a green
salad and we were permitted a glass of wine.  Dad had this
idea that if we grew up around alcoholic beverages in
moderation, we'd learn it was not such a big deal to drink.
We'd probably be able to more easily handle the problems
associated with teen age drinking parties.  I guess it
worked because I never heard of any of us drinking to
excess.

     Following dinner we settled in for a movie and, what
Guy liked to call "polite conversation", and a rehash of the
games we'd played that day.  As each of my brothers grew
older and began to run around with their buddies, this
practice was modified, but for now, it was still the seven
of us.

     About 10:30 Joe, Jason and Ron wandered off to their
room, claiming fatigue and the fact we'd have to get up
early to make it for church.  Rob and I excused ourselves
shortly afterward, leaving our "parents" alone in the family
room.

     Rob and I undressed and I pulled back the covers on my
bed as if to sleep in it.

     "Hey, Dave, aren't you forgetting something?"

     "What's that, Rob?"

     "You're sleeping with me tonight, right?"

     "If you want me to, Rob."

     "Get over here dick face!  I have something you
want-unless you're too tired after servicing our brothers."

     "I'm never too tired for that, Rob."

                            1998

     I love cock; I love the way a cock nestles in it's nest
of pubic hair; I love the way it lies against a man's balls
when it's soft and I love the way cock looks when it's hard
and stands straight out from a man's body or stands straight
up like a soldier at attention.  I worship cock.  The
feeling I get as a play with a hard cock is indescribable.
It feels like hardest steel enclosed in a sheath of softest
velvet or silk.  There is nothing in this world like cock.
It's a good thing we're Episcopalians or else I would think
my attraction to cock was idolatry.

     And I've seen a lot of cock in my short twelve years.
I've admired the cocks of my brothers and Guy's and Dad's
since as long ago as I can remember.  Is it any wonder that
I'm a cocksucker.

     All of the cocks I've sucked belong to my brothers.
They seem to like the way I do it.  Maybe I'm so good at it
because I enjoy it so much.  I'd never dreamed that anything
could be better than watching and feeling a cock go from
it's soft state to rock hard as I work my magic on it.


     When my twelfth birthday rolled around and my brothers
asked me what I wanted for my birthday, I'd tell them I had
everything I wanted.  But actually that wasn't true.  There
was one thing I dreamed about having but I knew I probably
could never have it.  What I wanted more than anything in
the world was one more cock-Dad's.

     For my birthday, though my brothers bought me a lot of
neat stuff-the usual kind of stuff people give twelve year
old boys--computer games, video games, a couple of books,
drawing pads and paints.  I loved to paint but my best work
and what I never showed anyone was the pictures I'd do of
Dad's cock.  I'd seen it often enough because no one in this
house was shy about showing off his body-completely naked.
I could and did draw Dad's cock from memory.  I had to use
some imagination to draw it erect because I'd never seen it
hard, but I'd seen my brothers' and well, you know, I pretty
much had an idea what Dad's would look like.  But I'm
rambling, aren't I.  My brothers are always telling me I
can't tell a story straight out.  Well, DUHH!


     After the party, Rob and I went to our room in the
dormitory.  We'd both gone through puberty by this point-at
least I'd started being able to shoot real cum and had begun
growing hair everywhere, it seemed.

     When given the choice, we decided to keep the dormitory
for ourselves.  To move to the Upper Room would have put us
in the same crowded conditions the Upper Room was built to
avoid.

     But anyway, Rob and I headed for bed.  As usual I got
into bed with Rob.  I was feeling really good.  In another
year I'd be a teen-ager.  I'm not sure exactly why that had
meaning but it sounded cool.

     Rob started stroking my chest and especially playing
with my nipples.  I really liked it when he did that.  Next
to my dick, I think the most sensitive part of my body was
my nipples.  I'd get so hard and I'd start dribbling pre-
cum.  Of course so would he.  After playing with me for a
little, he'd usually spread his legs and offer me a meal.
Of course I was always hungry for him and would take his
cock and suck him dry.  He loved it.  I loved it.  We both
were very happy.   But this particular night, Rob had
something else in mind.

     "Dave, I want to give you a special present tonight.
It's your birthday and I think you deserve something very
special."

     "What Dave?  What do you have to give me?"

     "Lie back brother, relax."

     He ran his hand down my body and took hold of my dick.
He stroked it, pulling my foreskin back and forth over it's
head, getting it really good and wet.  He began to kiss me
all down my chest.  He licked my nipples and took one in his
mouth to nibble.  He'd done this lots of times before and
I'd done the same to him.  We'd become pretty familiar with
each other's bodies since the first time I blew him two
years ago.

     "Dave, are you feeling good?  Do you like it when I do
this to you?"

     "Damned straight, Rob, it feels really nice."

     We were of course naked and had no sheets or blankets
pulled over us.  Rob took my nuts in his hand and played
with them-sort of like that guy in the really old WWII movie
who played all the time with ball bearings.

     "That feels pretty terrific too, Rob."

     "Just wait, little bro, the best is yet to come."

     He dove for my cock.  And for the first time I felt the
bliss of having someone swing on my dick.  Rob was a really
good learner.  I'd taught him through example all the things
a boy can do to another's dick with his mouth.  He stuck his
tongue under my skin and licked the head, pulling the skin
over the tip of his tongue.  He swirled it around the head.
He licked me like a popsicle and took all of my five and a
half inches down his throat.

     But he also did something I'd not done to him.  He
sucked me almost to the point that I was going to shoot.
With a final nibble on my foreskin, he licked his way into
that crack between my ass cheeks.  He didn't stay there
long.  Certainly not long enough as far as I was concerned
because it felt damned good.  Electric shocks went straight
from my ass to my dick, making me leak more snot than I'd
ever done in the half year I had produced it.  He went back
to my cock and sucked like a Hoover.

     Now I knew the pleasure I'd been giving him.  It was
wonderful.  I think I might have liked it is much as giving
head to someone I loved as much as my brothers.  When I shot
my load Rob swallowed most of it but saved a little on his
tongue.  When he kissed me after my orgasm, he stuck his
tongue in my mouth and fed me my own spew.  I have to admit
it tasted better that way than when I'd just lick it off my
fingers.

     "Oh, Rob.  That was a damned special gift.  Thank you,
bro.  You are a pretty good cocksucker.  Have you been
practicing?"

     "Yeah."

     "Who with?"

     "I'm not telling.  But I will tell you he doesn't live
very far from here."

     I thought I had a pretty good idea who that was.  Could
it have been Jerry?  Could be!

     But poor Rob, he hadn't gotten off like I usually do
when I suck dick.  So I knew I had to return the favor.  We
fell asleep, both very contented.


     Sometime around midnight, I had to use the bathroom.
Rob's body was pressed against my back with his arm lying
across my chest.  Very carefully so as not to wake him I
slipped out of bed and headed for the toilet.  I emptied my
bladder and reached above the lavatory to get a paper cup.
Granted I love the taste of my brother's spunk, but my mouth
was really feeling funky.  I needed a drink.  The holder was
empty.

     `Damn,' I thought.  `We forgot to ask Guy to add cups
to his shopping list.'  There was nothing to do but go to
the kitchen for a drink.

     I slipped up the stairs, moving quietly through the
family room towards the kitchen.  The TV was still on, sound
muted.  A lamp on the end table was on and turned to its
lowest setting.  Now that was strange.  I walked over to
turn off the set and the lamp.  What I saw made me stop dead
in my tracks.

     Guy and Dad were sprawled on the sofa fast asleep-naked
as the day they were born.  Dad was lying on his back with
Guy cuddled against him. Guy's hand was lying comfortably on
Dad's chest.

     Now as I've said, nudity is not a big deal in this
house.  I've seen both Dad and Guy naked plenty of times.
I've even seen them hug and kiss.  Once I went into the
kitchen before the rest of the boys were up and Dad was
playfully humping Guy while he was cooking the bacon.  So
I've seen them playing around, but this was different.

     Dad's cock was partially hard-that state that I'd
witnessed in my brothers just after they've blown their load
but haven't fully recovered.  Guy's cock was lying on Dad's
thigh, also not quite erect.

     I'd never seen either of them sporting such large
pieces of meat.  Dad's cock was lying across his stomach,
reaching almost to his navel.  By the light of the TV and
the lamp I was able to see a glob of the white milky stuff
I've developed such a craving for puddled in his navel.
There was a line of matted hair just above his dick.

     I couldn't help myself.  I quietly moved over to the
sofa, knelt beside my sleeping father and sniffed at his mid
section.  I can't really describe the scent.  Dad smelled
different from anyone else I'd know.  But then I think each
of my brothers smell different from any of the others too.
But Dad's scent was special I don't think I will ever forget
his pungent perfume.  I wanted to lick the puddle out of
Dad's navel. I wanted to lick his hair clean.  But I didn't.
It hurt to leave him like that, but I knew if I touched him,
he'd wake up and I didn't want that to happen.   I was sure
I had just missed witnessing something that would have been
better left unseen.

     I turned off the TV and the lamp and tiptoed out of the
room, all thoughts of getting a drink forgotten.  As I left
the room and headed back to the dormitory door, there was a
sound from the sofa-a sigh, a change in breathing, something
from someone.

     When I got back to Rob's bed, I saw he had turned over
to his other side.  I carefully lifted his cover and crawled
back into bed, pressing my body against his back.  The image
of what I had witnessed and thoughts about what might have
occurred in the family room kept me awake for a long time.


     The next morning was Sunday.  Rob running his hands
across my body awakened me.  He took one of my hands and
placed it on his cock.

     "Play with me Dave.  I have a woody, you wouldn't
believe."

     I was still half-asleep as he kissed me on the lips,
pushing his tongue into my mouth.

     "Euwww.  Your mouth tastes like shit, Little Brother.
Go brush your teeth."

     I had to admit my mouth felt pretty funky.  The clock
radio had not gone off by the time I finished brushing
teeth.  Absent-mindedly I reached for the cup holder.  It
was full of cups.  Had the paper cup fairy made a late night
visit?  Or had I dreamed the scene I had witnessed upstairs?
In a very confused state, I climbed back in bed and
stretched out on top of my big brother.  He was as hard as I
had ever seen him.

     "Take care of that, Dave, please.  It shouldn't take
very long."

     I threw back the covers and began to chew on his cock.
He was getting pretty close just as the radio came on,
signaling it was time to get up.  To finish him off in a
hurry, I rammed two fingers up his ass.  He always liked
that and it had the desired result.  Rob's cock jerked about
three times and he filled my mouth with his sperm.

     I went into the bathroom first, emptied my bladder and
climbed into the shower.  The water felt so good, even
though I had showered before going to bed.  Just as  I
finished soaping my body and shampooing my hair, Rob opened
the curtain and joined me in the shower.

     "I dreamed about us again last night."

     "Oh?" I questioned.

     "Yeup.  You were trying to fuck me in the ass.  Dave,
don't ever do that to me. Do you understand?"

     "Yes, Rob.  Besides my five incher is too small to fuck
you anyway.  Your butt's too fat."  I laughed, but I didn't
think Rob saw the humor in my statement.

     "I'll just be happy to suck your cock any time you want
me to, bro."

     I finished rinsing and left Rob in the shower to clean
up.

     Putting on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt, I headed
up for breakfast.

     After breakfast, we all dressed for Church.  Dad
insisted on formal church attire.  Ties and jackets over
long sleeved shirts was the rule.  Dad and Guy both
complained about the boys who showed up in shorts or jeans.
They didn't complain about what we wore to school nearly as
much as they insisted on appropriate dress for church.

     In May we were still celebrating Easter and at the
later service, Father Shirley put on the full show.  The
choir sang and processed all around the church, preceded by
incense, crucifix, candles and the parish banner.  If there
were enough acolytes the procession would include both
national and church flags.

     This particular morning, the acolytes were the Jameson
Team.  Joe was the cricifer.  Ron and Jason were servers and
Rob carried the banner.  George McGee was the thurifer.  He
led the procession swinging the incense burner.  I loved
incense-the more the better.  Fortunately so did George.  As
the procession circled the nave, the congregation was
covered in smoke.  Some people really didn't like that much
incense but Father Shirley believed there was never too
much.

     The hymns that morning were rousing traditional songs,
full of alleluias, well known by everyone in the
congregation.  The choir and the rest of us never sounded
better.  I sat next to Dad, having not completed my training
to serve at the altar.  Several times during the service
Dad's voice, usually a very full bass, cracked.  I don't
know whether it was because of the smoke or pride in his
family.  But I suspected the latter.

     The service included both the baptism of a child and
the blessing of a newborn infant.  I began to think the
service would go on forever.

     Regardless of the beauty of the liturgy and this
particular service, I was having difficulty
concentrating-especially during the sermon.  Our priest was
a good preacher and always had several good points to make.
I knew his message would be fully discussed at lunch, but I
hadn't had enough sleep and dozed off.  Dad poked me with
his elbow the first time he caught me.  The second time, he
handed me a note pad and pencil.

     "Take notes.  There will be a test later."  He chuckled
at his joke, but I wasn't too sure he was kidding.

     Finally there was the Eucharist, the taking of
communion and the blessing.  It was over.  As soon as I got
out of the building, I removed my jacket and started undoing
my tie.  I hate to wear ties and the shirt I was wearing was
becoming too small, causing me to feel that I would strangle
if I kept it on for one more minute.

     "Dave, you stay properly dressed until we get home,"
instructed Guy.  "A gentleman does not begin to undress in
public."

     Geez would Guy's rules of living never end, I thought.

     But I did as instructed--tightened my tie and put the
jacket back on.  Fortunately there was a breeze and the day
was not suffocating the way it would be in June.

     I was waiting for my brothers to leave the church when
George walked by.  He was wearing shorts and a tee shirt,
hidden by his vestments during the service.  My brothers
were still wearing their ties and were putting their jackets
back on as they left the church.  I had to admit they looked
as if they respected the position they held in the service.

     Upon returning home, however, our clothes were rapidly
replaced with shorts, tee shirts and Adidas shoes.    While
Dad and Guy busied themselves in the kitchen, we adjourned
to the back yard.  Rob and Jason began kicking a soccer ball
back and forth.  Both of them had peeled out of their
shirts, exposing their strong beautiful chests.  The
difference in three years of physical development was quite
obvious, not only in the cut of their muscles but also in
the amount of hair on their chests and torsos.  The sons of
J.J. Jameson take after him in the amount of body hair they
grow.  I remember each of my brothers commenting on the fact
that they have more hair than any other boy in their gym
classes.  I can hardly wait until my body hair fully grows
out.  It is very sexy, I think.

     I picked up another ball and began to practice my
dribbling skills.  Ron intercepted my run and kicked the
ball to Joe.  It became a very lively game of keep away
between the three of us.  I managed to gain control of the
ball and was immediately tackled by Ron.  He fell on top of
me and held my head still in his hands.  I couldn't tell
whether he was going to kiss me or pound my head into the
ground.

     "We need to talk to you for just a minute.  Come sit
with us."

     I had already noted that Joe had gone to the side of
the pool and was sitting at one of the patio tables.
Naturally I followed Ron to the table.

     "Sit," commanded Joe.

     I sat, looking toward Ron for support.

     "What have I done, now?" I asked.

     "Nothing, little brother.  We've just decided to give
you a new name."

     "Hunh?"

     "We all have a secret name and have decided to honor
you with one. Only the four of us are to know what it really
means."

     "Oh?"

     "Yeup, your new name is Mighty Might."

     "I don't understand.  What does that mean?"

     "Remember?" began Ron, "two years ago when Jason said
you gave a better blow job than the milking machine at the
farm?"

     "Well, yeah, but that didn't make a bit of sense to
me."

     "Never mind that for now.  Someday we'll explain it to
you.  Because you enjoy cocksucking so much and you've
finally got hair on your nuts, we decided to make you a
member of the club.  For that you need a name.  We couldn't
call you Milk Machine, because if Guy or Dad heard your name
they'd insist on an explanation.  So, we needed something
else that begins with the same letters.  Joe suggested
`Mightyy-Might' and that's what it is.  If Guy or Dad
ever hear the name used and ask about it we'll simply say
that it refers to your soccer skills.  OK?"

     "OK.  What are your names?"

     "We can't tell you that just yet.  You have to figure
them out for yourself."

     "OK.  It all sounds a little silly to me, but I guess
it's cool.  Does Rob have a name?"

     "Not yet, but I have a feeling he'll earn his soon
enough," explained Joe.  "For now, you answer to any name we
normally call you.  Mighty-Might is only for the Upper Room.
Dig?"

     "Yeup.  I guess so."

     Dad called us in to wash up for lunch.  He and Guy had
started the food to cook before we left for church.  We were
famished and ate quickly.  Just as expected the entire
service was critiqued, including the sermon.  Guy was very
disappointed in George McGee for wearing only a tee shirt
and shorts under his cassock.  He expected Joe to correct
George's dress before Joe's team served again.

     "Guy," Joe said.  "Father Shirley has given us
permission to dress down under the cassock.  Last Sunday,
one of the acolytes in the early service fainted because the
AC wasn't keeping the church cool enough.  In fact, Father
caught me in the vesting room and told me to tell my whole
that during the Spring and Summer, shorts, tees and sandals
will be perfectly OK.  He really is insisting on it, Guy.
He doesn't like having acolytes passing out during the
service.  It's disruptive."  He laughed softly.

     Guy frowned and looked at Dad, briefly.  "Hmm.  Then I
guess it will be OK, but you make sure your cassocks are
long enough to cover your legs.  You all have nice looking
legs but I don't approve of some of the laxness that is
creeping into the way people dress for church.  I find that
to be distracting . . . J. J. do you think we need to have a
talk with Philip?"

     "No Guy.  He's in charge of the service. If he finds
casual dress to be acceptable, I guess we'll have to cede
the point.  Especially since he seems to have a pretty good
reason for his decision."

     I think this was the first time I had witnessed a
discussion over a principle that Guy gave way to Dad's
position.  Was there something going on between them that we
had missed?

     In Oklahoma the weather in May was unpredictable.  In a
single day, the morning could be cool with a breeze that
varied from non-existent to a gale.  The afternoons could be
very hot, a harbinger to the summer heat.  (I learned that
word in some book we had just been required to read for
English.  Pretty neat word, don't you think?  Especially for
a not quite teenager?)

     Today was one of those harbingers.  The breeze died
down to a dead calm and the temperature climbed steadily.
By 1:00 the temperature was in the mid 80s and Guy and Dad
had a soccer game.  Naturally, we all went to watch and to
cheer their team to victory.  Both of our fathers looked
terrific in soccer shorts and jerseys.  Guy's legs were well
muscled and appeared to be almost hairless.  Actually his
leg hair was quite thick but he was blond and his legs were
beautifully tanned so the hair hardly showed.  The same
could be said for the hair on his arms.  Dad's legs were
covered with mats of black hair that was only accentuated by
his tan.  Both men wore beards, Guy looking very much like
the stereotype of a Viking.  All he was missing was a helmet
with horns growing from the sides.  Dad just looked
delicious.  The other members of their seniors' team were in
pretty good shape too.  But I was especially proud of my two
dads.

     At half time, the score in the game was tied.  Two
goals for each team.  Just as in the games for the younger
teams, half time meant a break for something to drink and to
take a few minutes to revamp strategy.  It was a truly hot
day and all the men were sweating and flushed.  As they left
the field, most of the men stripped off their jerseys,
exposing bodies that were quite accustomed to hard work and
hard play.  Dad's torso put many of the other men's body to
shame-and he and Guy were the oldest members of the team.  I
guess I could have been prejudiced here but my two dads
looked mighty good.

     Most of the men grabbed a cold beer-unlike our "snack"
of gator aide or water.   The sight of all those half-naked
bodies and the strong smell of testosterone enthused men
caused my dick to twitch inside my shorts.  Damn, my briefs
were beginning to feel very tight against my groin.  Maybe I
needed to switch only to boxers or better yet, go commando
like my brothers.

     The second half of the game was marked by an increase
in the roughness of the game.  There were several fouls and
one man on each team was "red carded".  By the end of the
half, the score remained tied at two goals each.  The game
was settled by a kick off.  Dad was his team's goalie.  By
this point he was covered in mud-the dust of the field mixed
with his own sweat.  Guy was the first kicker for his team.
He moved to the ball, feinted to the left, then fired a shot
into the upper right corner of the net.

     The opposing kicker attempted a similar move, which was
blocked by Dad-not easily but they didn't score.

     Dad and Guy received congratulations by their teammates
and adoring fans. Even as dirty and sweaty as they were, the
team decided to celebrate their victory at a near by tavern.
The field was not far from our house, so Dad told us to
walk.  He and Guy would join the team's celebrations and see
us in a few hours.  In the meantime, we were instructed to
finish up our homework for Monday and do anything else that
was needed to be ready for school.

     The five of us must have presented quite a sight.  We
were hot, even though we had been spectators rather than
participants in the game.  We were high fiving each other,
and hugging and chasing each other on the way.  Because of
the heat and also to begin our summer tans, we'd all removed
our shirts.  The sight and smell of my brothers was enough
to send me into a state of fantasy.  I wondered whether
there would be time to give service to the four hunks with
whom I was walking.  If it didn't happen, I decided it
wouldn't be because I didn't try.

     I had come to know each of my brothers in a far more
intimate way than I guess most boys knew theirs.  I wanted
to know them even more intimately.  As we entered the gate
to our yard, I grabbed Joe's shorts and pulled them off his
hips.  As usual, when not in soccer uniform, he wasn't
wearing underwear.  Joe kicked his shorts off and began to
chase me through the yard.  By the time he caught me, the
other three had joined the fray and I lost my shorts and
briefs.  My clothes were tossed into the lower branches of a
tree.  Not to be outdone, I grabbed Joe's cast off shorts
and started running for the back yard.  The chase was on.

     Surprisingly Ron and Rob joined my "team", grabbed
Jason and stripped his shorts off.  He wasn't wearing
underwear either.  Then they became the objects of the game.
Joe and Jason caught Ron, depantsed him and ran for the
house.  On the way, they caught Rob, stripped him, ran
through the front door, closed and locked it. Ron checked
the back door-locked.  The door to the patio room was also
locked.  We could see Joe and Jason through a window
laughing their heads off. The three of us were caught naked
outdoors without any way to get into the house.

     I headed for the pool area.  I knew the water would be
cold compared to the heat of the air, but maybe it would
take care of the boner I had suddenly thrown.  Ron and Rob
laid out on two of the chaise.  I guess we all looked so
comfortable that Joe and Jason finally joined us.

     Here we were five teen-aged boys lying at the pool
totally naked.  Hey, I'm almost a teen-ager.  As usual,
Jason could not refrain from playing with his cock.  He was
very casual about it, as he always was, but he still got
hard.  There was no breeze and the smell of hot, musky,
horny, males permeated the air.

     I climbed out of the pool and zeroed on Jason.  I
couldn't resist the sight of his bone.  Lying, on my stomach
between his legs I took his cock into my mouth and began to
tongue just under his foreskin.  His body began to twitch
under me.

     "Sheiit," yelled Ron.  "Mighty-Might is at it again.
Our brother is a real cock slut."

     But he too had thrown a rod and joined the game by
kneeling at Jason's side and began to play with his already
hard nipples.  Not to be left out, Joe went to Jason's other
side and began to suck on his free nip.  That left only Rob.

     I felt his hands grab my exposed and vulnerable ass,
spread my cheeks and then there was his tongue rimming my
hot, sweaty, salty ass.  Ron and Joe quit what they were
doing to Jase, in shock at what Rob was doing to me.

     "I do believe Mighty-Might is about to advance to the
big time," exclaimed Ron.  "And I'm not going to miss out on
this one bit."

     Ron lifted Rob from the chaise and replaced Rob's
tongue with his own forefinger, shoving it roughly into my
virgin hole.  My brothers were so worked up, as was I, that
we lost all good sense.  Ron's cock very quickly replaced
his finger.  He entered me in a single thrust of his pelvis
and fucked me for all he was worth.  While they were
watching, Rob went down on Joe, sucking the leader of the
pack like there was no tomorrow.  I was still sucking Jason
and getting fucked by my favorite brother.  But not for
long.

     Ron lost his seed in a matter of minutes, filling my
ass with his warm milky substance.  As he got off of me, Rob
resumed his property and using Ron's cum as a lube entered
me.  He didn't last as long as had Ron and was replaced by
Joe.  I was like a hog wallowing in slop, happy beyond
comprehension.  The sight of his brothers abusing me the way
they were forced Jason to lose his cum, filling my mouth
like it had never been filled by one boy before.  My body
thrashed under Joe, ass muscles tightening at his intrusion.
He bellowed like a gored bull and emptied himself in my ass.
Joe's bellows were echoed by my own.

     When I finally got to my feet there was a puddle of
spunk on the chaise where I had been lying.

     We relaxed in the sun for a few minutes-at least until
our breathing and senses returned to normal.  Each of my
brothers looked at the rest of us.  We burst into fits of
nervous laughter.

     Joe made the concluding pronouncement.  "Well boys I
think we've crossed the line.  From now on we are bonded as
we've never been bonded before.  I think we'd better shower
before the dads get home."

     The shower in the Dormitory was the largest in the
house.  We showered together pressing our bodies against
each other as we soaped whatever body parts we could easily
reach.  My cock hardened again, as did Rob's.  But hard
cocks were ignored.  We'd had enough fun and games for one
day and the silence of guilt began to surround us.  We all
needed time to think over what had just happened.