Date: Fri, 19 Apr 2013 08:21:49 -0500
From: Jim Vance <jimvance2@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Lovers and the Ghost - 4

                    The Lovers and the Ghost
                          By Jim Vance
                   Copyright 2012 by Jim Vance
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                              Four
   Tony called 911.
   He  didn't know what to do about Tad. He had to tell him,  but
he knew Tad would be crushed.
   He walked into the kitchen.
   "Tad, your mother."
   "Where is Dad?"
   "I'm so sorry, sweetheart."
   Tad burst into tears. Tony hugged him.
   "You aren't alone, Tad. You have me and your Uncle Albert.  We
love you and we will take care of you."
   Tony  felt tears running down his face. His beautiful son.  He
began crying and then Albert started.
   "I hate you, Mom! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!"
   Michelle heard each shout of her son. Each one hurt terribly.
   She  realized she had not thought it through. Tad  hated  her,
and  what  was  worse, Tad was now with Tony, who  was  a  bigger
pervert  than  her husband. And Martha wouldn't let her  anywhere
near  Tony.  She  shuddered  when she remembered  that  Tony  had
invited  twelve  friends over to have sex with a little  thirteen
year-old  boy he had been screwing. Apparently, several  of  them
had  sex with him multiple times that day. The boy's mother found
out when her son's sheets were soaked with semen. He confessed to
her  what had happened. Tony only escaped prison because the  boy
admitted the whole thing was his idea, and that Tony didn't  want
to  do  it. But who put the idea into his head? Tony! Frank would
have  kept Tad to himself, at least. Frank had only allowed  Tony
to  have sex with him to get back at her for trying to kill  him.
She  wouldn't be at all surprised if Tony called his friends over
to  have  a  party  with his grandson. She  was  slowly  becoming
repentant.
   Albert  picked Tad up and sat, with Tad on his lap. He  rubbed
Tad's back with one hand, while Albert held him with the other.
   "You  are  not alone, Tad. There are people who love you  very
much. Please remember that."
   Tad looked at his uncle. "I don't remember you very well."
   "I am sorry. Your mother didn't like me," Albert said.
   "She didn't like anyone. Especially me."
   "She loved you, Tad."
   "She took the person I loved from me."
   Albert sighed.
   "You  are  right. She was a horrible bitch. Everyone knew  it.
She prevented your uncle Roger from seeing you, too."
   "I had almost forgot about him. He was Mom's brother."
   "She didn't approve of him, either. He loved you very much."
   Tad  stared at his uncle. He had lots of people who loved him,
but  his  mother didn't want him to know that. Tad knew that  was
very wrong. He wondered if she was crazy.
   He  stroked  his  uncle's  moustache.  Tad  felt  his  uncle's
erection.  That was reassuring to him. He had two men  who  loved
him.
   "Do you want to lie down, Tad?"
   "I don't want to be alone."
   "I will stay with you."
   Tad  nodded.  They went to Tony's room. Tad  got  in  bed  and
Albert pulled a chair next to the bed and sat.
   "Try to sleep."

   Frank  waited above the SMU law library. He saw a man matching
his  mother's description. He was suddenly standing in  front  of
him.
   "Are you Edward Norris?"
   "Yes."
   "My  name  is  Frank Rimaldi. My wife died in a  car  accident
yesterday  and she murdered me today. My mother said  there  were
rules in the Book of Departures I should know about. Can you help
me?"
   "Sure. I'm not busy."
   Edward laughed. Frank didn't get it.
   "Tell me, where you in any way responsible for her death?"
   "No.  She  was on her way to work when someone they think  was
drunk hit her car. Both of them died."
   "Do you know why she killed you?"
   Frank looked up and saw Michelle.
   "There she is," Frank said, pointing.
   "Are you willing to talk to me?" Edward asked her.
   "Yes, I suppose."
   "Why did you murder your husband?"
   "He was having sex with our son."
   "Hmm. How did the son feel about the sex? Was it consensual?"
   Michelle looked down and muttered, "Yes."
   "Are you sure?"
   "Yes."
   "I love my son and he loves me," Frank told him.
   Suddenly Martha showed up.
   "Are  you going to behave yourself around Tony?" Martha  asked
Michelle.
   "As  much  as I would like to do something to him,  apparently
it isn't allowed," Michelle said.
   "You  didn't  know  murder was not allowed before  you  died?"
Martha asked, hotly.
   "I will leave Tony alone. I promise."
   "I  really  do  not understand how you can  refuse  to  see  a
distinction between consensual and non-consensual sex.  You  keep
carrying on as though they are identical," Martha said.
   "I am tired of talking about Tony, Martha."
   "Does that mean you won't kill him today?" Frank asked.
   "Guys! Back to the point!" Edward said.
   "If  you  ask  me,  Michelle  was just  jealous.  She-"  Frank
started to say.
   "Are you glad you killed him?" Edward asked her.
   "I  was. Now I think maybe it was a mistake. I thought  I  was
protecting my son, but that isn't what seems to be happening.  My
son  hates  me  now. I was angry. I was young  and  some  asshole
killed me. Then I found out my husband was fucking my son. And he
did it right after he found out I died."
   "I  was  trying to make him happy, Michelle. To cheer him  up.
Did you notice that it helped?"
   "And it didn't bother you any!"
   "What didn't?"
   "That you had to have an orgasm to console him."
   "Tad  gives me four or five orgasms every single day. One more
made no difference to me. It made a difference for him."
   "You are kidding!" Edward said. "Four or five?"
   "Yes.  If  you  were  watching, Michelle,  you  know  that  he
initiated the sex after we found out about you, not me. I suppose
you  think I should have slapped his hand, or his lips, since  he
kissed my dick and then swallowed it. And regardless of what  you
think, it did make him happier. He knew he had me and I would not
leave him. Until you killed me, that is."
   "Wow! Nothing like that ever happened to me," Edward said.
   "Frank,  I  will  never agree that you were  doing  the  right
thing  with  Tad. I'm ready to admit, I did the wrong thing.  You
would definitely have made him happier than his grandfather  ever
can," Michelle said.
   "No one ever kissed my dick," Edward continued. "Ever!"
   "Edward," Martha said. He didn't respond. He was thinking  how
unfair  life  (and  death) was. "EDWARD! Can you  help  my  son?"
Martha asked.
   Edward stared at them for a moment before saying, "There is  a
process where you can move into a suicide's body."
   "How do we do it?" Michelle asked.
   "We are talking about Frank, right?"
   "Yes,"  Michelle said. "Although I wouldn't mind  going  back.
Can we both go back?"
   "No.  Your  death was destined, Michelle. She does know  she's
going to hell, right?" Edward asked Martha.
   "What? How unfair!"
   "I think she is starting to repent," Martha said.
   Edward looked doubtful.
   "Frank's death was not destined. It is no one's destiny to  be
killed  by the dead. Most people don't realize there is a way  to
go back. The Rules of Departure-" Suddenly Edward was carrying  a
book  that  looked a little like three thick phone books  stacked
together. "-are heavy reading, even for a law student."
   "How do we locate a suicide?" Frank asked.
   "Like  this."  Edward  pointed and a  series  of  pictures  of
people appeared.
   "It needs to be a man," Frank said.
   Frank had a series of pictures of men in front of him.
   "It's like a computer!" Martha said.
   "Amazon.com of the Afterlife!" Edward said, chuckling.
   "There aren't that many suicides. They have to have just  died
for you to enter their bodies," Edward told Frank.
   "Oh. I can understand that."
   "Can  we filter out the very young and the very old? Less than
eighteen and over fifty?"
   "Over fifty is not very old!" Martha said.
   Frank laughed. "Sorry, Mom."
   "Not much to pick from," Michelle said.
   "No," Martha said, looking at the pictures.
   While  they looked, another man's face appeared and  not  long
after  that,  one face disappeared. Frank assumed  the  one  that
disappeared had been dead too long.

   Tony  explained  to  the police that he  didn't  see  who  had
killed his son. He really had nothing he could tell them, so they
left  to  question the neighbors about what they had seen.  Which
would be absolutely nothing, of course. A rock floating from  the
ground and then bashed against his son's head.
   Paramedics left with the body.
   He  walked to his bedroom and saw Albert sitting next  to  the
bed. Tad had fallen asleep.
   Tony sat on the bed.
   "We had just had sex together, the three of us."
   "Really?" Albert asked.
   "Yes. Tad wanted to be Frank's new wife and he asked me to  be
his husband, too."
   Albert sighed.
   "I know you thought of yourself as Daddy's wife," Tony said.
   "I  was with him thirty-four years. Mama was only with him for
sixteen."
   "Will you help me raise Tad?"
   "Yes, of course!"
   "He will probably want you to be his husband, eventually."
   Tad  was awake, and he listened to his grandfather and  great-
uncle. Uncle Albert was very handsome. He thought his grandfather
was probably right.
   "I would feel I was cheating on Daddy."
   "Daddy  wanted you to have sex with others when he was  alive!
You know that!"
   "I  know. Daddy was always trying to get me to fuck boys. `You
are  a man now, Albert. It is wonderful that you let me fuck  you
whenever  I  want, but you should fuck, too. If  you  don't  like
women, fuck boys. I can give you a list of boys who would love to
be fucked by you.' I always wondered how he had a list. I was the
only person he was fucking."
   Tony laughed. "I gave it to him."
   "You did? Why?"
   "For  the same reason. So you would have someone. Daddy didn't
want you to spend the rest of your life alone. Neither do I.  You
have  a  lot to offer, Albert. Tad would go crazy if he knew  how
much spunk you shoot. He loves the stuff and you are a fuck-sauce
soda  fountain." Albert tried not to laugh. "I will never  forget
the  time we measured it. I still can't figure out how over  nine
ounces of cum fit inside your balls!"
   "I told you. It doesn't all come from your balls."
   "Anyway, Tad would love it. He needs people to love, who  love
him."
   "I do love him."
   Tad  was starting to feel a little better. At least he  wasn't
alone.
   "Holy shit!" Tony said.
   Tad sat up.
   He saw a translucent figure. It was barely visible.
   "Can you tell who that is, Albert?"
   Tad was scared.
   "Please don't kill them, Mom!"
   "I don't think that is your mother," Albert said.
   Suddenly there was a smell of aftershave.
   "It's Daddy," Albert said.
   "Yeah," Tony said.
   "Is it like this every day at your house?" Tad asked.
   Tony said, "If it was, I would have moved away years ago."
   "I  am  guessing he has something to say about Frank,"  Albert
said. Albert closed his eyes. "I'm seeing letters on wood. Do you
still have Martha's Scrabble set?"
   "Yes."
   "Get it, will you?" Albert asked.
   Tony left the room.
   Albert  kept his eyes closed. He got off the bed  and  got  on
the floor.
   Tony came back with the Scrabble set.
   "Put the letters on the floor face up," Albert said.
   Tad got off the bed to watch.
   Frank  poured  the pieces on the floor and he and  Tad  turned
them over.
   "What's he doing?" Tad whispered to his grandfather.
   "Albert has some psychic ability. He's had a couple of  dreams
that came true."
   Once  that  was done, Albert reached out. His eyes were  still
closed. He touched an `F' and pulled it in front of him. Then  he
pulled an `R', then an `E'. A second later, he pulled a `T', then
a `U', followed by an `R'
   "FRETUR?" Tony said.
   Then Albert pulled an `N', followed by an `S'.
   Tad  and Tony stared at it. Then Albert moved the first 'F'  a
little to the left.
   "'F  returns'. Does F mean Frank?" Tony asked. The translucent
figure  disappeared.  They never had been able  to  see  it  well
enough to know it was Tony's and Albert's father. Only the  scent
of his aftershave told them that.
   Albert  sat there for a couple more minutes on the  floor  and
then opened his eyes.
   "Daddy  was  trying  to talk to me, but I couldn't  understand
him," Albert said. He looked at the letters on the floor.
   "I think he is trying to tell us that Frank is coming back."
   "As a ghost?" Tad asked.
   "No.  He  wouldn't come back as a ghost. He  is  already  here
that way, if he wishes. And I am sure he does."
   Suddenly,  the  letters moved by themselves and  spelled.  "BE
GLAD SOON."
   "Well,  I think we can expect something good. Don't you agree,
Albert?" Tony asked.
   "Yes.  There  is  nothing  ambiguous about  `be  glad  soon'."
Albert turned to Tad. "I don't know what is going to happen,  but
I think something good is going to happen about your Dad. If they
just said `be glad', they might mean that Frank was happy in  the
afterlife, or something. Be glad soon sounds-"
   "Hopeful," Tad said. He managed a little smile.
   "I'm glad I have you and Granddad."
   "You  do,  Tad. No matter what happens, you have  us,"  Albert
said.
   Tad  felt better. He almost felt up to laughing at `fuck-sauce
sofa  fountain'!  It was the funniest thing he had  heard  for  a
while.

   While  he  was watching the faces of the suicides  appear  and
disappear, Frank noticed it was dark. Then it was light. Then  it
was dark.
   "Why does the light keep going out?" Frank asked.
   "It's  called  the  sun. And it doesn't go out.  The  opposite
side  of  the  planet is facing it. Do you know  any  astronomy?"
Edward asked.
   "Ha-ha," Frank said.
   "We  don't  have a sense of time any more, Frank," his  mother
said.
   "We exist outside of time," Edward added.
   "I  went  to talk to my aunt once and three months had  passed
on  Earth  when I finished. You get used to it," Martha told  her
son.
   "Oh."

   Two  days  passed. Neither Tony nor Tad felt like having  sex.
Albert  on  the  other hand, was starting to  seriously  consider
having  sex  with Tad. He was falling in love with the  boy.  Tad
liked  to sit on his lap, with Albert's arms wrapped around  him,
and  Albert began loving it. Every evening, Tad would sit on  his
lap while they watched TV. Tad would fall asleep with his head on
his  uncle's shoulder and Albert sat there perfectly content, and
happier  than he could remember being. Tad spent more  time  with
Albert than with Tony, but his brother seemed glad.
   "You  are  both lonely, Albert. I'm happy for you. I know  Tad
loves  me.  But  you two need each other." Albert smiled  at  his
brother.
   The  day of the funeral for his father came. Tad was a  wreck.
He cried almost the entire day.
   Frank  missed  his  own  funeral.  He  was  still  looking  at
pictures of men, watching the faces slowly change.
   Two  days after the funeral, Tad was sitting on Albert's  lap.
Tad kissed him gently on the lips. Albert smiled at him.
   "I love you."
   "Oh, I love you, Tad! I mean that."
   "I   know."  Tad  reached  under  him  and  felt  his  uncle's
erection. "You are always hard. Is that because of me?"
   "Yes, baby."
   Albert  laughed when he saw Tony had pulled his cock  out  and
was  stroking  himself. Albert supposed  the  time  for  sex  had
finally arrived.
   "I want your cock, Uncle Albert."
   "It's yours, Tad. Only yours."
   "Are you really a fuck-sauce soda fountain?"
   Albert and Tony laughed.
   "I  guess I am. I always shoot a lot. So much that I  have  to
use a bath towel when I jack-off to soak it all up."
   "You shouldn't waste it," Tad said.
   "I  shouldn't? Do you know any cute little boys who like fuck-
sauce?"
   "Yes. His name is Bob. It's his favorite thing to eat."
   Albert and Tony laughed.
   "I hope I meet Bob soon."
   "Bob  is  what Dad called me sometimes when I was sucking  his
cock. `Who is that bobbing? It must be Bob.'"
   Tony and Albert both laughed for a long time.
   "And Bob likes it?" Albert asked.
   "He loves it. Well, he loves Dad's and Granddad's."
   "He will love mine, then. Do you want to taste it?"
   Tad grinned and nodded.
   Tony pulled off his clothes and stood next to Albert's chair.
   "Have   some,  sweetheart,"  Tony  said.  He  sighed  as   Tad
swallowed his cock.
   "I  see  Bob!" Albert said, as Tad began sucking his granddad.
Tad  stroked  his grandfather's balls. They were all stubbly.  He
needed to shave them again.
   "I'm not going to last long," Tony said.
   "Don't  make  our  angel wait for it,"  Albert  said.  He  was
hornier  than he could ever remember being, even with  Daddy.  He
wanted to bury his cock in both ends of his little angel. Tad was
the first person Albert had ever wanted to fuck.
   Tad looked up at his granddad while he sucked. Tony winked  at
him. "Am I still your husband?"
   Tad let his grandfather's cock slip out of his mouth.
   "Yes, Granddad." Tony grinned.
   "Tad, will you be my wife? I love you." Albert said.
   "Yes! I want to be your wife, Uncle Albert! I love you, too!"
   Tony pushed his cock back in Tad's mouth.
   He  thrust into Tad's mouth. Tad stroked the part of the shaft
that  wouldn't fit in his mouth. Tad tugged on his balls and that
took Tony over the edge. He groaned as an intense orgasm hit him.
He grunted with each spurt.
   Tad  gulped  down his granddad's cum. There  was  a  lot.  Tad
missed  having sex. He missed his father terribly and  he  wished
the  two of them were back in his Dad's chair at home, but he had
two husbands and he was ready to start having sex with them.
   Tony  reached  his  hand  down and felt  Tad's  throat  as  he
swallowed  his  spunk. The movement of his throat was  incredibly
hot to Tony.
   Finally  Tony sighed and pulled his cock out of his  mouth.  A
strand  of semen connected his cock to his grandson's open  mouth
and Tony could see some of his semen in the boy's mouth.
   "Beautiful,  just  beautiful," Tony said,  of  the  sight.  He
loved it just as much as his Frank had when he fed Tad. He sighed
again  when his grandson lunged forward to get his cock  back  in
his mouth. He let the boy have it.
   "Here  you  are, sweetheart. This is what you  want."  He  was
still  hard. He could feed him again. "Suck your husband's  dick.
Do you like that big dick?"
   Tad  pulled  off. "I love it, Granddad. It's beautiful."  Then
Tad swallowed it again.
   "I'm going to feed you, darling. I know you want my spunk."
   Tad moaned.
   Albert  slid  his hand inside Tad's pants. He undid  them  and
pulled them down. Tad lifted up to help him.
   Albert  sucked  on his finger and pushed it slowly  into  Tad.
Tad  sighed as he sucked his granddad. While he did that,  Albert
fucked him with his finger.

   "What about him?" Frank's mother asked.
   Frank  looked at a young man who appeared to be in  his  early
twenties. He was dark-haired and needed a shave. He could tell he
was hairy. He knew Tad loved that. The man's shoulders showed  in
the picture and there was some hair on them. Frank thought he was
better  looking than this man, but his own body wasn't available.
Frank stared at him. He thought Tad would want him, and that  was
the  most  important thing. Frank wondered what his  cock  looked
like.  Suddenly it showed. It was soft but it was a decent  size.
He  was uncircumcised, which Frank thought was good. Tad liked to
stick  his  tongue  under Frank's foreskin. Frank  sighed  as  he
remembered  that  the  only toy Tad had played  with  since  they
became lovers, was Frank's cock.
   "He looks good," Frank said.
   "I think so, too," Martha said.
   "Is he the one?" Edward asked.
   "Can  you tell me anything about him? Does he have a wife  and
children? If so, how do I go to Tad?"
   Edward  pulled a book out of thin air. Frank stared. That  was
some trick!
   "His  name  is Matthew Logan. His girlfriend left him  and  he
couldn't handle it. He is twenty-three and has a master's  degree
in art history."
   They all laughed.
   "Well,  you will never get a job using that skill," his mother
said,  "But Tony has money now. You will get that when  he  dies.
You will be living with him."
   "Will I, Mom? What if he doesn't believe me?"
   "Your  grandfather  sent  them  a  message  saying  you  would
return."
   "He did? Where is grandfather?"
   "He  moved  on.  Usually only the recently dead  stick  around
with the living. Those that move on, can come back, but it is not
nearly as easy as it is for those of us who are still here."
   "Frank,  I  don't want to rush you, but if you want this  guy,
you  better hurry. You can say you have memory loss. It is common
is overdoses."
   "I want him."
   "Bye!  I'll see you in about sixty years!" his mother said  as
he disappeared.

   Tony  sighed loudly as he ejaculated into his grandson's mouth
again.  He  shook  his head and grinned. His grandson  liked  his
spunk  better  than he liked ice cream, and wasn't  that  fucking
fantastic?
   Tad  squeezed  every  drop of juice out  of  his  cock  before
stopping. Tony was still hard. Tad stroked him while he looked up
and grinned at him.
   "I love your cock!"
   "Why don't you kiss it, so I will know for sure?"
   Tad kissed the head and then sucked on it briefly.
   "I plan to do that all the time!" Tad said.
   "Good! Now how would you like a nice really big drink of  milk
from your uncle?"
   Tad climbed off his uncle's lap.
   "Why don't you undress your uncle?" Tony asked.
   Albert  stood and Tad tried to pull his shirt over  his  head.
Albert helped. Tad felt his uncle's hairy chest. Albert bent down
and  kissed  Tad.  Tad licked and sucked on his  uncle's  tongue.
Albert  held his wife's head in his hands as his tongue  explored
Tad's  mouth.  Albert could taste his brother's  semen  in  Tad's
mouth.  He  hadn't  tasted it for years. While they  kissed,  Tad
unfastened his uncle's pants. He opened them and they fell around
Albert's ankles.
   Albert pulled away from their kiss and smiled at Tad.
   "Will  it bother you to have granddad watch, Uncle Albert?  He
said you were shy the other day."
   "Tony used to watch Daddy fuck me. He would jack off."
   "I  would come on Albert's face while Daddy fucked him,"  Tony
said.
   "Wow!"
   "After Daddy shot his wad inside me, he would wipe Tony's  cum
into  my mouth," Albert said. "Watching me eat Tony's spunk  made
Daddy hard enough to fuck me again."
   "I wish I had been there!"
   "If you want, I can come on Albert's face and you can lick  it
off," Tony said.
   Tad grinned and the two men chuckled.
   "Did you ever fuck Uncle Albert?" Tad asked Tony.
   "No.  Daddy wanted me to let Tony and a cousin fuck me, but  I
didn't  want to. I was in love with Daddy, but I wasn't  in  love
with  Tony. It didn't seem right. Only Daddy has ever fucked  me,
baby. That is the way I want it."
   Albert  pulled his boxers down and sat down in the chair.  Tad
ran his hands over his uncle's hairy body.
   "You have a lot of muscles."
   "Do you like that?" Albert asked.
   "Yes, I love it!"
   "I  got  fat a few years ago. I began lifting weights to  lose
weight, and I just kept at it.
   "Suck me, angel," Albert said.
   Tad  knelt between his legs and grinned. He took Albert's cock
and  pulled the foreskin back. He licked and lapped at  the  pink
head.  Uncle Albert began producing a lot of syrup for  him.  Tad
loved it. It was sweeter than his father's. He sucked on the  end
of  Albert's cock and his mouth filled with the delicious nectar.
He swallowed and it kept flowing. He stroked Albert's cock slowly
with  one hand while he held his uncle's hairy balls. They really
needed to be shaved!
   "I'm going to get a glass," Tony said.
   "Why?" Albert asked.
   "There is no way Tad will be able to swallow fast enough  when
you shoot."
   "You want me to come in the glass?"
   "Sure!  Why  not? He wants to drink your milk. Let's  make  it
easy  for  him."  Albert nodded. Tad liked that  idea!  "Plus  my
furniture  and carpet won't be soaked by your spunk." Tad  pulled
off his uncle and laughed with the two men.
   He quickly went back to drinking his uncle's nectar.
   "Do you like it, sweetheart?" Tony asked.
   Tad  made an `mmm' sound without taking his lips off  the  end
of his cock.
   Tony came back with a glass. He handed it to Albert.
   "We have a wonderful wife," Albert said.
   "Oh, I know that! We are very, very lucky," Tony said.
   "If  you  want  a glass of milk, sweetheart, make  your  uncle
come," Tony said.
   Tad  took more of his cock into his mouth and stroked it while
he  sucked  on the end. Albert thrust his crotch up  towards  his
young wife. He began moaning.
   "Daddy would be proud of you, Albert."
   "I  know. He will be even prouder when I fuck Tad-aah"  Albert
pulled  his cock out of Tad's mouth and Tad got out of  the  way.
Albert  held  the glass at the end of his cock while  he  stroked
himself. Tad reached out and held his balls.
   Tad  licked his lips as the milk shot out of his cock and into
the  glass.  The first blast continued for several seconds  in  a
continuous stream of spunk. By the time the second spurt started,
the glass was one quarter full.
   "Wow!"
   "It's amazing, isn't it, sweetheart?"
   "It is!"
   "All that warm milk is yours, darling," Tony said.
   "It  looks delicious!" Tad said. "I don't think this warm milk
will help me sleep, though!"
   Tony chuckled.
   Albert  groaned as his intense orgasm continued.  The  thought
that  Tad was so eager to drink his spunk excited him enormously.
Tad  rolled  his uncle's balls gently, the way his father  liked.
Tad  couldn't take his eyes off his uncle's shooting cock and the
milk in the glass. With each long spurt, the glass filled. By the
time of the fourth spurt, the glass was three-quarters full.
   This  was possibly the most exciting thing Tad had ever  seen.
His  uncle  was so sexy. He was handsome, hairy, had a  beautiful
cock,  and he could feed all that wonderful milk. Tad thought  he
would  finally  get  as much as he wanted. His  father's  was  so
delicious, but there was never enough.
   "Will you be able to do this tomorrow?" Tad asked, eagerly.
   Albert grinned. "Angel, I'll be able to do this again for  you
tonight."
   Tad moaned and the two men laughed.
   "I don't think he wants that, Al."
   "Yes, I do! I do! Really!"
   The  men laughed again. Albert's orgasm was ending. The  glass
was almost overflowing.
   Tony  went  after lube. He brought it back and  handed  it  to
Albert. Tony carefully took the full glass of milk from him.
   "Why don't you lick the rest of it," Tony suggested.
   Tad  swallowed  Albert's cock and the last bit went  into  his
mouth.
   "Lube  yourself  up.  I want you to fuck your  wife  while  he
drinks your milk. Maybe you can fill his cunt and his stomach  at
the same time," Tony said. "You know, breed and feed."
   "Will you let me fuck you, darling?" Albert asked Tad.
   "Of  course!  I'm  your wife! I sure don't  want  you  fucking
anyone  else,"  Tad said as he looked at the glass  of  milk  his
grandfather was holding.
   Albert  got  up.  He  squirted some lube on  his  fingers.  He
pushed  one into Tad. Tad pushed his butt back. Albert  pushed  a
second finger into him.
   "A fifty-year old virgin is about to fuck you, Tad."
   Albert laughed. "I haven't been a virgin since I was eight!"
   "You haven't fucked before."
   "That's true."
   Tad  reached  back  for his cock and pushed back  against  it.
Albert was very happy. Tad wanted him very much. That was a first
for  Albert. His father loved him, but Albert always knew it  was
because Mama had died. If she hadn't died, Daddy never would have
fucked him. Daddy thought of her when he fucked him, he was sure.
   Albert  groaned as his cock entered his lover. Tad  was  in  a
hurry  and was doing most of the moving. Albert looked  down  and
watched  his big cock enter his little nephew. It was  incredibly
exciting.  Despite  the fact that he had just  come,  Albert  was
afraid  he would come too quickly. Albert bent his knees so  they
were  on  the  same level. He held his nephew's  hips  and  began
fucking him.
   "Here  you go, sweetheart," Tony said, as he handed the  glass
to Tad.
   Tad drank some of it and the two men groaned.
   "Do you like my milk?" Albert asked.
   "It's great!" Tad said, before drinking more.
   Tony  shook his head. He looked down at his own cock.  It  was
completely stiff and dripping. He sighed, happily. This  was  the
hottest thing he had ever seen. Even hotter than when Tad  licked
his father's spunk off Tony's cock and balls.
   Tad  was still drinking sips of Albert's spunk. Albert  looked
happier than Tony ever remembered seeing him.
   "I  know now why I didn't want anyone else, sexually,"  Albert
said to Tony.
   "Because Tad is your wife?"
   "Yes.  Maybe we are meant to be together. My body  produces  a
lot of semen and he loves the stuff. I am glad I saved myself for
him. So I could be here when he needed me."
   "I am, too, Uncle Albert."
   "Call  me  Al,  Tad.  I'm your husband.  Uncle  Albert  is  so
formal."
   "OK, Al. I love you, and I love your milk!"
   The men chuckled.
   "I'm close, darling. Can I come in your cunt?"
   "Yes, Al. You gave me enough milk to drink."
   "Finish all of it, sweetheart."
   "I will!"
   Albert  groaned as he came inside Tad. Tad drank the  rest  of
the milk and sighed, happily.
   Tony  just  shook his head. Tad's stomach was full  of  sperm.
Both  his and his brother's. He wished his son was there to  feed
him, too. `Be glad soon' couldn't come quickly enough.
   Tony  went and got his camera. He came back and took a picture
of Tad's face.
   "He has a milk mustache," Tony said.
   "Oh, god!" Al said.
   While  he  was  still inside him, Al wrapped his  arms  around
Tad. He bent over.
   "I  love you, baby. I have fallen in love, and I thought  that
would never happen."
   Tad was really happy, for the first time since-
   Albert  reached down and rubbed Tad's stomach. It was full  of
his  sperm. His cock was the only thing keeping his sperm  inside
Tad's cunt. He wanted to remain inside him. He picked Tad up  and
carried  him  to the chair. He sat, with Tad on his lap  and  his
cock still buried in him. Tad spun around on his cock and pressed
his  mouth  to Al's. The lovers kissed for almost thirty  minutes
while  Tony stroked himself, watching. From where he was sitting,
he  could see the base of Albert's cock with Tad's hole stretched
around it. That sight, plus the lovers' moans as they kissed kept
his cock very stiff.