Date: Sat, 1 Mar 2014 23:38:06 -0500 (EST)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Stays in the Family

			    STAYS IN THE FAMILY
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
			WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM

     I was sitting at the breakfast table wolfing down my eggs, toast and
bacon like always, when Dad came down to the table. "Hello there, Son!" he
greeted me. "You ready to go to work with your Old Man?"

     I grinned widely. "I sure am, Dad!"

     "Well, I'm not!" Mom declared.

     "Kid's got to learn the job the way I did, so the business stays in
the family." Daddy pointed out.

     "Waste of good school time!" my mother grumbled. "He's too young to
even understand what'll be going on half the time!" I was just ten years
old as of the day before.

     "But it's Take Your Child to Work Day!'" I protested.

     "Leave him be." My father commanded. "It's only once a year and, after
all, it is the family business. He'll be working with us one day anyhow, it
won't do him any harm to look around the place now. I've been thinking of
taking him to work with me on Saturdays anyhow, let him get to know the
place right now." My Dad worked there with his two brothers, and there were
uncles and cousins aplenty there as well. I expected to have a lot of fun
down there.

     "You know I don't like you working on Saturdays!" my mother
complained.

     "Someone has to be there...." And my parents were off again, they
fought a lot. Me, I scooped up my last mouthful of eggs, grabbed my final
slice of jellied toast and took off upstairs to finish getting ready. We
had one bathroom, I had my breakfast then showered, my father did it in
reverse. I liked it because the bathroom would smell kind of cheesy after
his shower, all heavy and musky, the way Daddy did when he sweated a
lot. When I showered in all that aroma, it was like it kind of sunk into my
own body and made me feel all warm and tingly.

     I showered and got dressed and found Daddy waiting for me at the front
door, dressed in his work jumpsuit.  "Let's go, Son. Don't want to be
late." We were still way early, Dad started work at ten o'clock, but I
wasn't going to argue.

     I knew my Daddy worked at a merchandising company, we took the orders
forwarded to us by computer from the customer service company, then loaded
and shipped them, which explained the rather odd working hours, seven hours
a day Monday through Friday and four more hours on Saturday. I clambered
into the van my Daddy drove to work (it was a company van, used for local
shipments and driven by some cousins during the day) and felt like a real
working man, I was heading for work, just the way I really would one day. I
kept looking over at Daddy, so big and strong and muscled (some of the
stuff they shipped were really heavy, home appliances and such), with his
carelessly wavy brown hair in a thick shock on top of his head, and plenty
more of them on his arms which I could see for he rolled his jumpsuit's
long sleeves up to where they were like shortsleeves. When working, he also
wore heavy gloves which he kept in the glove compartment, I fished them out
and tried them on, he saw me doing this and just laughed. They were way too
big for me. But I wore them anyhow, after I got them (sort of) on my hands.

     Like I said, we were way early to the office, Daddy had to use his
keys to unlock the door. I stepped into the warehouse and looked around
while Daddy flicked the switches that lit up the place. Boxes all over the
place! Boxes sitting on gigantic shelves and stretching out all over the
place.

     "Welcome to your future place of work, Son!" Daddy said. "What do you
think?"

     "Coo-oo-ool!" I said as I looked around. "What do we do first?"

     "We're nearly an hour early." Daddy reminded me. "Let's go to the
break room and get some coffee going. And see if any of yesterday's
doughnuts are in there still."

     "Coo-oo-ool!" I said again. At my age, I could always eat another
doughnut!

     There weren't any doughnuts, but there was a snack machine and Daddy
bought me a bag of peanuts out of there while he waited for the coffee to
brew.

     When he sat down to drink his coffee, he kind of sprawled way out and
the hand not holding the coffee was on his lap. Kind of cupping himself. I
grinned when I saw that and sat in a chair I moved to face him, and sat
down the way he did, one hand with my bag of peanuts and the other cupping
my crotch.

     Daddy just grinned when he saw me do this and he lifted his coffee
cup, and I lifted my bag of peanuts, as he took a drink, I poured some nuts
into my mouth. Daddy grinned wider, and he used his hand to squeeze himself
down there. I did the same and he kept doing it, moving his hand, and me
doing the same he was. Which made me feel kind of funny down there.

     Daddy was rubbing his basket with his hand really hard now and so was
I. My cock was tingling all over and I looked closely at his crotch. Daddy
lifted his hand away and I saw... "Daddy, what's wrong with your wiener?"

     Daddy's wiener was all stiff, I could see it bulging out his
jumpsuit. "It's just ready for your first day on the job, Clint."

     "My first day?"

     "Yep." Daddy's hand moved to the zipper on his jumpsuit. "This here is
a family business and it's a family business for a damned good reason. We
Patricks are a very close family, Clint. It's time you found out just how
close."

     Daddy tossed the rest of his coffee back, then fished out his cock and
it stood as a pale brown tower in the middle of his blue jumpsuit.

     "Come get closer to your Daddy, Clint." Daddy said.

     Now, this didn't surprise me as much as you may think it would have. I
mean, I'd been playing with the cousins my own age and few years older
nearly as long as I could remember. I'd never tackled a dick as big as my
Daddy's, but I knew well enough what to do. Take hold of it, stroke it up
and down and if you did it long enough, some clear fluid would leak out at
the end (my older cousins were responsible for that tidbit of
knowledge). So I was ready, more than ready when I saw how big and fat
Daddy's dong was!

     I dropped my bag of half-eaten peanuts on the table to one side of us
and I got up and over to my Daddy, beaming a wide smile like an idiot and I
grabbed his pud and I began to pump on him. Daddy closed his eyes and
groaned and he said, "I see your cousins have taught you this pretty damned
well already!"

     "Yeah, I like doing Robert's best." I named one of my cousins, nearly
thirteen.  Most of my cousins were close in age to me, though I was the
youngest.  Some, though, were nearly as old as my Dad!

     "He's going to have a hell of a whanger one of these days." my Daddy
agreed. "Did he teach you anything else?" He closed his eyes and hissed
again in his pleasure.

     "Nu-uh!" I said. He said I had to wait until you taught me anything
else. Said he'd promised."

     "He did." My Daddy nodded. "We normally wait until you boys are twelve
years old to do this, but having you here at work all day long was just too
good to pass up. So you get taught things early. Ah, damn that feels good!
I've been biting my knuckles since the day you stopped wearing diapers!"
Daddy's cock was oozing some clear fluid, not as much as my cousins did
when they'd start groaning. And Daddy wasn't groaning, either, or not much.

     "So teach me!" I urged him.

     "Yeah, Son, yeah!" Daddy said huskily. "First thing you got to do is
get your mouth down on it."

     "Yeah?" I leaned down and took Daddy's cock into my mouth. It tasted
nice and clean, not at all nasty, of course, Daddy had showered less than
an hour before. I got the glans and a bit more of it into my mouth and
Daddy's hand landed on top of my head and kept me there with his dick in my
mouth.

     "Now, you need to do with your lips and tongue what you normally do
with your fingers and hand." Daddy went on. "Work it up and down, and keep
those teeth clear when you do it. They call it sucking cock, and you need
to give it some suction while you're at it, okay, boy?"

     "Mm-hmm!" I agreed and began to nurse on my Daddy's prong. Daddy's
hand guided me on how far up to go and pressed me down soon as I got
there. Before long, Daddy let go and I was bobbing up and down nicely.

     "Oh, God, Son, that's so fucking good, so fucking good!" Daddy
moaned. "I've been waiting so long to get your lips on my cock, baby, so
fucking long! Since the day you were born, baby, the day you were born!"

     That excited me in a way like I'd never felt before! My Daddy had been
feeling this for me forever, and now he was finally doing just what he
wanted with me. And I loved the taste of his hard salty-tipped cock, the
way it slid in and out of my mouth so easy (Daddy wasn't making me take him
deep, letting me suck just what I could) and I bobbed on him even faster.

     "Oh, yeah, that's doing it, Son, that's doing it, oh, oh, I'm coming,
Clint, I'm going to come, hang on, baby, it's going to taste real hot and
salty, but you can take it baby, take it for me, take it for your Daddy,
okay, okay? Oh, oh, here it comes, oh, OH, OH, OH,
AH-AH-AH-HAH-AH-GUUUUUHHHHH!" he moaned so long and hard and only when that
long moan ended after about ten or fifteen seconds, it seemed like, did he
shoot. And boy, did he shoot! My mouth was suddenly filled full of his hot
salty spunk, and I knew then what he'd been talking about, this was hot and
salty all right, but it also tasted of something. Something purely like
Daddy, the way he laughed and the warm way he hugged me, and the way he
sounded when he was happy, it was all wrapped up in this jizz and I wanted
it, all of it. So I swallowed hard, and while some of the jizz dripped out
of my lips and onto my chin, I got most of it down, with my Daddy groaning
and telling me in broken syllables how much he loved me and how much he
wanted to do this again and again, all the time.

     "Hey, there, looks like I got here just in time!" came a voice behind
me and my Daddy looked up and smiled and I turned around, still holding
Daddy's dick in my hand, sticky and getting limp, but still feeling good.

     "Cousin Evan!" I called out.

     "Hey, Ev!" Daddy said. Evan was my oldest uncle's oldest son, which
meant he was about my Daddy's age. Grandpa had had three sons, about ten
years apart, and my Daddy was the youngest of the three. Evan had never
been in my bed with me like his youngest brother and my other uncle's three
sons. Evan had married just two years ago and his wife had borne their
first child, a son, who was now about three months old. He was like my
Daddy, only thinner of build, and blond-haired instead of brown like me and
Daddy. But he was rubbing his crotch just the way Daddy had, standing there
looking at me with my Daddy's dick in my hand.

     "Evan looks like he could use some help over there, Son." Daddy said
to me. "Don't you think you ought to do something about that problem he has
there?"

     "Yeah, Carl, I got a major problem here." Evan groaned. "My wife
hasn't been in the mood ever since little Kyle was born. I'm fucking ready
to explode here!"

     "Like you haven't been getting plenty here at work!" Daddy
scoffed. "You've been plugging John and Wolfgang every morning break I can
remember!"

     "It ain't the same as sweet young virginal lips like your boy has!"
Evan groaned. "I've been looking at Kyle, telling myself I have to wait
until he's twelve, that's the way our family does it, but those little lips
of his, God! I got to have some!  You're starting Clint at ten!  I'm going
to do that, too!"

     "You heard him, Clint, go help your cousin out before he busts his
nut." Daddy urged me.

     I let go of Daddy and walked toward Evan and he moaned and began to
fight the buttons of his jeans as I approached. I watched and waited while
he finished with them and dug inside to snaffle out his cock. It plopped
out, long and soft, and when he waggled it at me, I grinned and reached out
just with my head, trying to catch it in my mouth. Evan caught hold of my
head and fed me his dong. It stiffened as it slid into my mouth and Evan
sent it as deep as he could, all the way down my throat!

     "Oh, God, yeah, sweet little boy mouth!" Evan moaned. "Shit, I've been
wanting it for years, man, for years! I can't wait until I give it to my
own boy!"

     "You have to wait until he's older." My dad reminded him.  "The family
waits until they're twelve."

     "You didn't." Evan countered correctly.

     "Clint's big for his age." It wasn't actually true, but I wasn't going
to correct Daddy in this. "And this day was perfect to bring him in for
everyone to get to break him in, after all. If we'd waited for his twelfth
birthday, I'd have had to come up with some weekend getaway for us or
something, his school event was a perfect matchup. I already said I was
going to bring him in every weekend with me to work with us."

     "Yeah!" I said, fighting free of Evan's grip.

     "Aw, get back to sucking me!" Evan shoved me back onto his cock. I
took it, hard and rough as he was, because his cock was hot as Daddy's had
been right before he shot, I didn't think he'd last long. To be sure, I
reached up and tickled his balls.

     That did it! "Aw, shit, play with my balls, kid, aw, shit, uh,
GAH-AHHHHH!" Evan creamed hard as Daddy had and again I drank it down
eagerly, snuffling as I gulped at the thick load off the cock which Evan
was jabbing in at me hard as he could. I choked only at the end when he
shoved it into me too hard. I coughed and sputtered and Daddy pulled me
away.

     "Easy there, Evan!" he cautioned my cousin. "You have to go easy with
them when they're young, you don't want to hurt him or make him not like
anything."

     "It's okay, Daddy." I said, then coughed some more. "He just pushed in
too much at the end, is all."

     "That's my brave boy!" Daddy said. "But I think we'd better let this
youngster rest a while before we try him on any more. You tell the rest of
the family to hold back until I give them the go-ahead, you get me?"

     He took me in to the bathroom and helped me wash the spunk from my
chin and lips. Done, he took me up into his arms and gave me a big, warm
kiss, even slipping his tongue into my mouth as he did so at one
point. "Damn, your tongue still tastes of hot man come, Clint!" he said
when he let go. "Let's teach you the rest of this place. We do work here,
you know. Rule is to keep the play to before or after work, during breaks
and at lunchtime. Rest of the time, they need to keep hands off you and on
the job. You got that?"

     "I got it, Daddy!"

     Daddy showed me the way of it, the orders would come in through a
computer print-out, and we'd take several of them, and go around the aisles
of hardware, and load it up, and take it back to shipping. My Uncle Martin
was working on shipping, he was Evan's Dad, and his hair, even darker than
Daddy's was streaked with some gray hairs. But he smiled broadly as he saw
me. "So this is Clint." he said. "I was hoping you'd bring him in and let
us all get to know him. Wolfgang said Clint's been working his dick every
time they sleep over until it's about to fall off. The bigger the better,
that's what he says Clint says."

     "Yeah!" I agreed reverently and Daddy and Uncle Martin laughed.

     The rest of the workers in the place were my Uncle Jake, the middle
son of my grandfather, Evan and Wolfgang, Martin's children, and John and
Jeffrey, Uncle Jake's sons. There were also my second cousins, that is, my
Dad's and uncle's first cousins, Steven, Mark and Victor, and four of their
children, Thad, Michael, Keith and Robert. All these men were between the
ages of eighteen (Wolfgang and Robert) to their fifties (Uncle Martin and
Steven). There were younger cousins, of course, who I'd slept and played
with all this time, but these were the ones finished with school.

     I had a lot of fun with the stuff my family sold like this, all sorts
of weird and fun stuff. Some of it was actually silly, why would anyone
want a life-sized pair of geese painted up like real geese? But we packed
three sets of those that morning alone that I saw, and more boxes were
packed by other family members when Dad and I were away from those
boxes. Weird thing to be popular, huh?

     So I was having quite a bit of fun just seeing what my family sold
that kept us all living as well as we all did. And I could count on a place
for me as soon as I was ready for it! Uncle Martin and my Cousin Steven and
Mark would all be retired by then, Daddy said, so there'd be plenty of room
for me. "I'll probably be doing Martin's job by then and you can do this."
Daddy went on. "Always lots of work out here on the floor."

     We rounded a corner and I saw Victor and Robert with another cart like
ours. Robert was Victor's son, and Victor had taken Robert down and pushed
him over top of the cart, pulled down his pants and was fucking his son's
ass! I looked at that with awe! I didn't know they could do that!

     "Ah, yeah, Dad, fuck me, fuck me harder!" Robert was moaning, his pink
round ass loving the plowing his father was giving him. "Aw, man, I can't
ever get enough of this!"

     "Uh, huh, uh, huh, uh!" Victor was grunting as his legs and lower
stomach slammed into his son's ass.

     "Is it break time already?" Daddy asked aloud. I looked at Dad and he
was looking at his watch. "My God, it is! Ten thirty already!"

     "Yeah?"

     "Yeah, let's get you over to see the rest of the guys and leave these
two alone."

     "Can I suck your cock again, Daddy?"

     "I was saving that for lunchtime." Daddy admitted. "But we got
relatives all warmed up and waiting for you."

     We made it back to the break room and I jumped off the cart (I'd been
riding on it and spotting things for Daddy) and ran into the
room. Wolfgang, Jeffrey and Keith were all in there. They were all young
gorgeous hunks, Wolfgang was the youngest, a blond surfer-looking guy
wearing a t-shirt under open flannel shirt, showing his rippled abs,
Jeffrey was like a younger version of my father with the same brown wavy
hair and face, and Keith with his black hair and smoke-gray eyes, Keith was
the hairiest of the three.

     These were the guys who I saw when I ran inside and promptly shouted
out, "Okay, whose cock can I suck first!"

     The three laughed and Wolfgang said, "I can see he's going to fit
right into this family!"

     "Who's first, who's first?" I babbled.

     "Somebody feed this boy some dick, and hurry!" Keith chuckled.

     "I'll give him some." Jeffrey said. "Let's get him over here. He sat
down on the same chair my Dad had used and began to unbutton his chinos. I
looked at his cock eagerly, he looked so much like Daddy, but his cock when
it came out was slenderer, and was uncut whereas my Daddy's was neatly
trimmed like a mushroom poking its head out of a velvet tube.

     But I was game, I began to lick it. Daddy came in about then (he'd
been pushing the cart over to one side of the breakroom, there wasn't room
for it where the entrance was) and he saw me on my knees in front of
Jeffrey with his dick out and he said, "I see my son is busy making himself
useful."

     "We're not trampling on your prerogatives here, are we, Carl?" Jeffrey
asked.

     "Nah, I got him this morning and will take some more sweet sucking at
lunch. The breaks are all yours."

     "Then let's give this boy all we can in the next fifteen minutes."
Keith said, undoing his own pants. So was Wolfgang.

     These two got on either side of me and while I sucked on Jeffrey, they
let me hang onto their pricks. I jerked them as best I could, but I didn't
do too well at it. Daddy just sat where he could get a good view and
watched it all, watched his son sucking one cock and jerking two
more. Jeffrey was horny as hell and he came after a few minutes' work by
me. Wolfgang was watching for this and when Jeffrey shot, Wolfgang pulled
my head off of Jeffrey's cock and made him squirt his load all over my
face. Then he promptly shoved his own cock into my mouth soon as Jeffrey
was done, me half-blinded by the jizz and I sucked on him.

     "Yeah, kid, you little spunk-bucket, suck my cock, suck it, suck it,
shit, your come-covered face is so fucking hot, hot, GUH-UH-AH-AH, GAH!"

     "Wolfgang never could hold it for long." My dad observed as Wolfgang
again pulled my face away and added his load to Jeffrey's on my face. Keith
got turned on by the sight of me being splattered and added his own to the
back of my head. I was spluttering from Wolfgang's load when these three
let me go and Daddy picked me up from the floor.

     "Enjoy your break, son?" he asked me.

     "Yeah." I said. "Only it's messy." I added.

     He laughed. "You sure are."

     "Got to wash me up again."

     "Yeah." Daddy said and proceeded to lick my face.

     I watched Daddy licking up that spunk and felt my own dick get really
hard. "Daddy, I got a hard-on, too!" I bragged.

     Daddy's hand felt me out. "You sure do, boy." He set me on the table
and unfastened my pants and pulled them down, exposing my little boy
dick. "We should take care of that so you can get back to work." Daddy then
took my dick into his mouth.

     There wasn't much he could do beyond work his lips on it, but Daddy
did his best and after a couple minutes, I shuddered and panted and
gasped. "Oh, oh, okay, that's enough, Daddy, enough!"

     "You like that?" Daddy said as he raised back up, wiped his lips on
the back of his jumpsuit sleeve.

     "It was great, Daddy!"

     "Now let's take you to the bathroom and get the rest of that off you."

     "Where'd everyone else go?" I asked as I looked around. I mean, there
were twelve other men in this place, and only three took their break?

     "They got busy elsewhere, like Victor and Robert." Daddy said. "Don't
worry, they'll get to you later on today, probably."

     "Sounds good!" I grinned.

     Daddy did keep his word about lunch, after we ate, I had a dessert of
his hot, hard cock. For the afternoon break, I ended up with Robert, Victor
and Michael and sucked all three again while Daddy watched. After work,
Mark and Thad had me give them blowjobs, and then Daddy took me home.

     Mom looked at me when I walked in the door. "How did you like Take
Your Son to Work' day?"

     "It was terrific!" I said. "I'm going to work with Daddy every
Saturday from now on!"

     "You shouldn't be doing that, you should be taking sports or having
fun with friends your own age!" My mother was exasperated. "Working in a
shipping business is all well and good, but you should at least explore the
other things you could be doing with your life!"

     "But Mom, it's the family business!" I protested. "All the family
works there."

     "Huh!" she snorted. "Just nepotism run amok is all that place is. You
could do that job with half the men if you all didn't screw around so much
instead of working all day long!" Mom didn't know just how close to the
truth she'd gotten with those words!

     Daddy had heard the last of this when he came in. "Hey, nepotism,
schmepotism." he said. "As long as it stays in the family!"

     "Yeah." I giggled. "Long as it stays in the family!"

     I couldn't wait for Saturday!

                             THE END
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