Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2013 10:59:32 -0500
From: Jim Vance <jimvance2@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tiny - 7

                            Tiny
                        By Jim Vance
                 Copyright 2013 by Jim Vance
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                         Part Seven
   Dad stared at the computer screen. I could see Dad was
hard. I got up and Dad sat down.
   "Is that Osman's cock on your face? With his seed all
over you?"
   I was afraid how he would take it, but I didn't want to
lie. "Yes, Dad. Are you angry?"
   "I thought I would be, but, fuck! That is the hottest
thing I have ever seen! I am-glad my other son is such a
stud. Quick, Tiny! Suck me! I have to get back to work."
   I knelt and rubbed Dad's bulge. I looked up at him.
"There are other pictures, Dad."
   I saw Dad switch to another one and moan. I unzipped his
pants and pulled his cock out carefully. I didn't want to
hurt him on the zipper. Dad stood up and unfastened his
pants. They fell around his ankles and he sat back down. I
looked up at him. His mouth was open and his tongue was
moving while he looked at my photos. I took him in my mouth
and began sucking. I held his heavy balls in one hand as I
sucked. He tasted so good.
   "My beautiful cocksucker," Dad murmured to me. I sucked
with my eyes closed, totally contented to be on the floor
between my father's legs.
   "When I get home this evening, we will take pictures of
you covered with my seed." I moaned around his cock. "I will
have Osman take the photos. I want him to see you with my
spunk all over you." I moaned and began stroking myself. Dad
began moaning and I knew he was close. "Maybe both of us
will come on you tonight, at the same time. I want to see
your face through a thick layer of our spunk. We will rest
both of our cocks on your face and take more photos." I
groaned loudly and came. It was incredibly intense. That
must have set off Dad, since a blast of his cum hit the back
of my mouth. He came and came and I was amazed he had so
much in his balls. He fucked me only a few hours earlier. I
swallowed every bit, though. When Dad was done, his cock
didn't soften, but he pushed me off it. I wanted it!
   "I hate to take this from you. I can see how badly you
want it." He sighed. "But I must get back to work. There is
nothing I would rather do than spend the day with you in
bed, but we will have to be content with our nights
together."
   I stood up. "I love you, Dad."
   "I know, my love."
   Dad pulled his pants up. "Has Osman fucked you today?"
   "Not yet."
   "Have him save himself for tonight. Do not forget."
   I grinned. "I won't Dad! I can't wait!"
   "Neither can I. Won't Osman be surprised? Don't tell him
what we are going to do." Dad looked at me, thoughtfully.
"You have two holes, Tiny."
   "I know Dad."
   "It seems a shame for one of them to always go unused."
   I grinned at him. "I agree! I have two holes, I need two
cocks!"
   Dad grinned at me. "You are a hot little fucker, bride
of mine."
   I hugged Dad and he kissed me. He ran his tongue over my
teeth and then sucked hard on my bottom lip before letting
go. Then he left the house whistling.
   I sat down on the chair and looked at the computer. Then
I went into Dad's room and got on the bed. I lay down on his
side of the bed where I could smell him best. I could taste
his cum and my lower lip tingled. I fell asleep stroking
myself.
   I woke to a kiss. I looked at Osman's smiling face when
he pulled away. He was all sweaty and looked terrific.
   "I need to get a shower," Osman said.
   "Can I wash you?"
   "I would love that, Tiny."
   Just then we heard Bedia banging pots in the kitchen. I
looked at Osman who shrugged. I put on a pair of shorts and
went to see if she needed help. Osman came with me.
   "Is everything all right, Bedia?" I asked.
   "No! Everything is not!"
   "What's wrong?" Osman asked.
   Bedia turned to us. Her face was red. "Everyone in this
family has as much sex as they want, except me!"
   "Oh," Osman said. "But Bedia, you are only fourteen!"
   "And Tiny is twelve! Your point?"
   "Uh."
   "Being a woman sucks!" she said, hotly. "Abdi can have
as much sex as he wants, not that he is, as far as I know.
But if I did it, even once, he would not marry me. Is that
fair? Does that sound even slightly fair?"
   "You can always get a different boyfriend," Osman said.
"But please don't get pregnant."
   She was still mad and her eyes were flashing. I decided
Abdi didn't deserve her.
   "No. I am a woman! I have to prevent it! Maybe take
pills that change my body chemistry?" I stared. What could I
say? Besides, she was right.
   "I am sorry, Bedia. I guess I have hurt you and I never
intended that," I told her.
   "Tiny, it is not your fault. It is the way of the world.
I am not angry at you. I am glad you, Daddy, and Osman are
so happy. I just-want to be happy, too."
   "Bedia, why do you have your heart set on Abdi? He is so
traditional and you are not. How will you ever be happy with
him?" Osman asked.
   "I think about that constantly. I just.love him. He is
shy and polite and he looks at me like I am the most
beautiful girl in the world. I know I am not."
   I looked at Osman, who clearly had no answers.
   "You could always marry now. I think with parental
approval that is legal," Osman said.
   "I want to go to college! I just started high school!" I
tried not to laugh. I felt bad for her, but I was pretty
sure there was nothing I could do to help.
   Osman took my hand and we walked to the bathroom. As
soon as he closed the door, he kissed me. I hugged him
tightly as we kissed.
   "She is right. I am very lucky. I know who I want and
love, and he wants and loves me. How many other fifteen year
olds can say that?"
   I smiled at him and said, "I think I am the only boy in
my class with two lovers." Osman laughed, loudly.
   "No! I bet most of them have two male lovers!"
   I pulled Osman's shirt off him. I ran my hands over his
chest. Then I sucked on one of his nipples.
   "Yes, baby, yes," he murmured.
   I pulled his shorts down, and then saw his hard cock
inside his jockstrap. I moaned. I knelt and pressed my face
to his bulge. I took a deep sniff of him. Osman smelled so
good! Osman held my head in his hands and rubbed himself on
my face.
   I looked up at him. "I can't wait until you are as hairy
as Dad."
   Osman grinned at me. "I'm getting there! You just want
to get fucked by two hairy studs."
   "You are right, there!"
   "Maybe you would like to be fucked by two at the same
time."
   I looked in his face. "Um.that may happen soon."
   "What, Tiny? Has Dad said something?"
   "I don't think I am supposed to say. He did say, 'Tiny,
you have two holes. It is a shame that one always goes
unused.'"
   Osman's eyes widened. "Dad said that?"
   "Yes."
   Osman frowned. "Maybe he doesn't mean me."
   "Yes, I am sure he meant some of his friends from work.
Bill, Ed, and Hank tonight and the others tomorrow."
   "Do you really think that?"
   I laughed. "No! I am joking, you idiot. He would get
arrested!" I grinned at him. "Please pretend to be
surprised."
   "OK, but shocked is a better word."
   "He told me not to let you fuck me this afternoon. That
he wanted you to save yourself for tonight." Osman smiled.
"He also told me not to tell you."
   "You didn't."
   "Exactly!"
   I washed Osman in the shower and he grinned the whole
time. Afterwards, I sucked him under the warm water, but he
pulled out before he came. We spent most of the afternoon in
his bed, laughing and talking. And kissing, of course. Osman
confided things that were a complete surprise to me, like
how terrified he was over how Dad would react to the news
that Osman was gay. And how when he was my age, he had a
crush on Mr. Livingston, two houses away. He told he used to
climb a tree in the Wilson's yard and watch Mr. Livingston
sunbathing in his back yard. And he told me how much he
loved me, and why. I am afraid I cried for a while there. He
told me that with the money he saved by not dating, he would
buy me things. I told him he didn't have to do that.
   "Tiny, I want to make you as happy as you make me. Why
can't I give you gifts?"
   "You make me completely happy without gifts, but if you
want to do it, I am sure I will love your gifts."
   We both finally fell asleep and woke right before Dad
was due home. I ran into the bathroom to give myself an
enema. Then I put plenty of Vaseline in my hole.
   Dad took me in his room and kissed me.
   He stroked my cheek. "Did you miss me?"
   "Oh, yes. I took a nap on your side of the bed so I
could smell you." Dad had the proudest look on his face and
I laughed.
   "Did you play with yourself?"
   "Yes, Dad."
   "Who did you think of?"
   "The handsomest, sexiest man in the world: Mr.
Livingston." Dad burst out laughing.
   "You better be joking, Tiny!"
   "I am." I hugged him. "I love you so much."
   "I love you, baby. My cock was hard the entire
afternoon. Bart asked me if I put an air hose in my pants."
I laughed.
   "He's jealous!"
   Dad grinned. "I know.
   "Did Osman come?"
   "No. I sucked him but I wouldn't let him come."
   "Oh, no! Poor Osman!" I laughed.
   I unbutton Dad's shirt. I exposed his hairy chest and
ran my hands through the hair. "Yes, my love! The lust in
your eyes makes me even hotter, Tiny."
   "I want you, Dad!"
   "I know. And you shall have me!"
   I knelt and undid Dad's pants. They fell and he stepped
out of them. I pulled down his boxer shorts.
   "There is your friend."
   "I love him, Dad!"
   "He loves you!" Dad paused. "He plans to spit in your
face, though."
   "I will forgive him. I may even beg him to do it again!"
Dad laughed.
   "Bend over, Tiny. I want to fuck you before my shower.
Put the Vaseline on my cock, first."
   I was kneeling and I looked at Dad's face while I
massaged the Vaseline on his cock. His stiffness felt
wonderful in my hands. Dad had his hands on his hips and he
sighed, happily.
   I stood, turned around, and leaned on the bed.  Dad
moved between my legs and pushed them further apart with his
feet. He placed his cock at my hole, grabbed my hips and
pushed quickly inside me. I shouted.
   "Quiet, my love. That is what you get for being so sexy.
I want to use you like a whore." I closed my eyes and
moaned.
   Dad began fucking me while he held my hips. I groaned. I
wondered if he would come inside me, since he said he was
going to come on my face. He pulled out after only a minute,
or so.
   "Did you enjoy that?"
   As I said, "Yes, Dad," he pushed all the way inside me
quickly again. I groaned and he fucked me for a while before
pulling out. I waited for a while and I thought I was ready,
but when he pushed all the way in again, I yelled, "Daddy!"
   "Shh," he said as he fucked me. "We both know who is the
Daddy."
   "Yes! Yes!"
   He pulled out and turned me around. He slapped my face
twice with his cock and then he pulled me up and kissed me
while he fucked me with two fingers.
   "Time to wash me, my love. Then put on shorts and bring
Osman and his camera back here. It is time for the fun to
begin!" Begin? I thought.
   We got in the shower and I washed him. While I was
cleaning Dad's legs, I said, "I washed Osman this way, too,
Dad." I hoped he wouldn't be mad, but I also wanted and
needed to know what he thought I should not do.
   "I bet Osman loves the feel of your hands on him as much
as I do."
   I smiled at him. "I know I sure love it!"
   Dad chuckled. "You are a very loving boy, in addition to
being sexier than any twelve year old has a right to be! I
am no longer going to worry about you and Osman. You love us
both and want to make both of us as happy as you can, don't
you?"
   "Yes, Dad. That is exactly how I feel."
   "I am glad Osman is your lover and you are his. I will
never have to worry about his spouse, or him catching a
disease."
   "That's true. He told me he will save a lot of money on
dates, too." Dad laughed.
   "Osman has always been very practical. And is he sexy,
Tiny?"
   "Oh, god, Dad!" Dad laughed again.
   "I know he is. I saw him take a picture of his spent
prick resting on its conquest. It was oozing the last of its
load on your lips.
   "I will tell you the truth, Tiny. When you became my
wife, I was unhappy about you and Osman. I let it continue
because he loves you, too. And I love him very much. After I
saw those pictures, I wasn't angry, I was excited. I want to
see Osman fuck you. And not just once. I think I will want
to see it often, maybe every day. I want to see the
expression on his face when you make him come. When he is
filling his brother with his seed. I want to come inside you
at the same time he does. You are the wife of both of us,
and we do not need to hide that in this house. Except for
Bedia."
   "I think she knows. She said today that everyone in this
house has as much sex as they want except for her."
   "Hmm. There is nothing I can do about that. And I don't
think I would if I could. She can marry when she is old
enough. It isn't my fault she chose a boyfriend who is an
idiot, the son of an idiot, and the grandson of an idiot." I
laughed. "I would not have had sex with her even if she
asked. You are the one I wanted, not her."
   "Really?"
   "Yes. I told you I stroked myself while I watched you
sleep. I did it many times. I have never done that with
anyone else." I smiled at Dad.
   "I wish I had woken up!" Dad laughed.
   "I would have been terrified!" Dad said. "What would I
say?" We both laughed.
   "You could have said, 'This is a thermometer and I need
to take your temperature.'," I said to him. Dad laughed.
   "That's very good! I wish I had thought of that!"
   "I know what I would have said." I hugged Dad and looked
up at him.
   "What would you have said, Tiny?"
   "Can I lick that big, pretty thing? Please? Please?
Please?"
   "You are a nasty little boy and I love you! Please don't
change!" We laughed.
   I dried Dad and put on shorts. Dad sat on the bed,
naked. I walked to Osman's room.
   "Osman, Dad wants to see you."
   "Is everything all right?"
   I grinned. "Everything is wonderful. Dad wants you to
take some pictures."
   "Oh?"
   Osman got his digital camera and we walked to Dad's
room.
   Osman was surprised to see Dad naked.
   "Close the door, Osman."
   "I saw the photos you took of you and Tiny. They were
very hot. I have not been able to stop thinking about them.
   "You love Tiny, don't you?"
   "Yes, Dad. I love him very much."
   "Good. So do I. I am no longer going to pretend
otherwise. Tiny will be spouse to both of us. You are his
husband and I do not want you to feel uncomfortable showing
affection to Tiny. As a matter of fact, I would like to
watch you fuck him." Osman gulped loudly. "Was Tiny your
first?"
   "Yes, Dad."
   "I have had much more experience fucking. I may be able
to offer suggestions to improve your technique."
   "Really, Dad?"
   "Yes. And if you are willing, you can begin sleeping in
here with us. Tiny will be in the middle."
   "I would love that, Dad!"
   "Good. Good. That way, if either of Tiny's husbands need
him during the night, he is right there."
   I looked at Osman's face and he seemed very happy. I
wasn't sure he would be. He didn't seem to like the idea of
sharing me. Of course, Dad didn't either, at first.
   "How do you feel about this, Tiny?"
   "I am very happy, Dad. This is absolutely perfect!"
   "I am glad. I think so, too."
   "Now, Osman. I want to come on Tiny's face and I want
you to take pictures. Then I want you to come on his face
and take more pictures. Then later, we will both fuck him."
Osman had a huge grin on his face.
   "Dad, we should set up lights to get the best shots. Let
me get a light from my room."
   "Good! Now, Tiny. Get on the bed. It is time for me to
make you pretty."
   "I will go get the light!"
   Osman ran out of the room. I lay on my back on the bed
and grinned at Dad. Dad waved his cock in my face.
   "Hello, beautiful!" I said to his cock before I gave it
a kiss. Dad laughed. I wrapped my hand around Dad's balls as
I began sucking him.
   "Tiny, if I met you before your mother, you never would
have been born."
   I had no idea how to respond to that! Besides, my mouth
was full of cock!
   Osman came back into the room and Dad pulled his cock
out of my mouth. Osman set up a gooseneck lamp on the bed
table. He adjusted it as he watched me suck Dad. Osman
pulled off his shorts and I saw he was very stiff. I began
sucking Dad again, and Osman started taking pictures. He
stroked himself with his other hand.
   "Tell me before you come, Dad."
   "I am close."
   Dad pulled his cock out of my mouth and began stroking
it. After a few stroked, he said, "Now!"
   Osman took photos as Dad's cum shot out and hit my lips.
I closed my eyes. Then he hit my nose, both eyes, my cheeks,
and my forehead. I had my eyes closed, but I could hear both
of them groaning. There were a lot of clicks from the
camera. Then I felt a cock on my face and more clicks. Dad
pulled his cock away.
   "Now you come on his face, Osman."
   I could feel Dad climb off me and Osman climb on. I felt
his cock at my lips, so I opened my mouth. Osman pushed his
cock inside. I sucked him for a while and I heard the camera
clicking.
   I heard Osman moan. "Oh, Dad!"
   "Do you like that?"
   "Yes, Dad."
   "I can't see! I can't see!" Dad and Osman laughed.
   "Dad was pulling on my nipples, baby."
   "Damn! What a time to have cum in my eyes!" They both
laughed.
   Osman groaned and more cum hit my face while the camera
clicked. I could feel it all dripping down my face.
   I heard Dad moan, "So hot! So hot!"
   Then there were two cocks resting on my face and more
camera clicks.
   "Tiny, you are so beautiful and so very, very sexy!" Dad
said. "And you belong to us. We are both so lucky!"
   "Osman, you take care of the pictures, while I clean
Tiny's face."
   "Yes, Dad."
   I felt Dad's fingers on my face. "Open your mouth, my
love. All of our cum belongs inside you. A man's seed
belongs in his wife." Dad wiped the cum into my mouth and I
swallowed between handfuls. Then Dad had me suck it off his
fingers. Finally I opened my eyes and looked into my Dad's
smiling face.
   "Did you enjoy that?"
   "Except for not being able to see."
   "Maybe tomorrow you can wear sunglasses," Dad said. We
all laughed.
   "We will look at the photos later, Osman. Right now, I
want you to fuck Tiny. Then I will fuck him. Then we will
eat and come back here for more sex."
   "What a wonderful plan!" I said.
   "I agree!" Osman said.
   Osman got on the bed and pushed my legs up. I pulled
them up and he began licking my hole.
   Dad got on the bed and pulled my face to his cock. "Suck
me while your husband fucks you." I began sucking Dad. I
felt Osman rubbing Vaseline on my hole and then inside it.
Then I felt his cock at my hole and he pushed into me. He
began fucking me.
   "Is he tight, Osman?"
   "Oh, Dad!"
   "And hot?"
   Yes!"
   "His sweet ass is trying to suck the cum from your
balls."
   "I know Dad! It always does!"
   Osman sped up his thrusts.
   "Very good, son. You are doing well. Pound his ass."
   Osman's body slapped against mine and my head was
hitting the headboard. Dad pulled the pillow so it was
between my head and the board. Osman kept it up for several
minutes. Then Osman groaned.
   "Fill his hungry cunt with your spunk!" my father said.
   Osman stopped thrusting and his cock pulsed inside me.
Dad pulled on Osman's nipples as he came and Osman moaned
the entire time. Finally, Osman pulled out of me. Dad lay on
his back on the bed.
   "Tiny, squat over my face."
   I did that and I felt Dad's tongue on my hole. I felt
his tongue slip inside me and Dad moaned. Then he quickly
pushed me away and put me on the bed. He bent over and
kissed me as we shared Osman's cum. I sucked on Dad's tongue
while I swallowed.
   "Oh, god!" I heard Osman say as we kissed.
   Finally Dad pulled away and smiled at both of us. "Very
good! I enjoyed that! How about you, Osman."
   "It was wonderful, Dad!" Osman paused for a moment
before asking, "Dad, would you let me suck your cock?"
   "My wife would have to answer that." Dad looked at me.
   I looked at Dad. "I don't mind, as long as you don't
come in his mouth. I want all the cum." Dad laughed.
   "Don't be so greedy, Tiny! Can he eat my cum out of your
cunt?"
   "Yes! That would be fine!"
   "It is yours, Osman," Dad said as he pushed his cock
down and let it fly back up.
   Osman took Dad into his mouth while I sucked Osman. The
Vaseline on Osman tasted funny, but I was getting used to
it. I wondered if we could use butter instead. That would
definitely taste better. As I sucked him, I decided this was
nice. Dad was right! I was greedy. I pulled off Osman's
cock.
   "I changed my mind. You can come in Osman's mouth, Dad."
   "Thank you, Tiny."
   I went back to sucking Osman. I heard Dad groan and then
Osman came in my mouth. I wondered if Dad was coming in his
mouth. Then I heard Osman swallowing and I knew. Osman's
cock softened and I stopped sucking.
   I smiled at Dad. He pulled my face to his and kissed me.
   "Thanks, Dad!" Osman said. Dad pulled away from me and
laughed.
   "You sucked me, Osman. I should thank you. Or maybe we
should both thank Tiny."
    "Thank you, Tiny."
   "Thanks, baby!"
   "Did you enjoy sucking me, Osman?" Dad asked him.
   "Yes, but Tiny should get your cock."
   I grinned. "I agree! He's my husband, husband!"
   Dad chuckled.
   "I'm hungry! Let's eat!" I said.
   We got dressed and told Bedia we were ready to eat.
   Osman whispered, "You are still mine and mine alone
until Dad gets home each day." No one was looking, so I
kissed him.
   "I love you," I whispered back as we went into the
kitchen.
   Bedia had already made dinner and set it on the table.
We sat at the table and ate. Dad and Osman stared at me the
whole time. And they looked hungry! I started to understand
how a pot roast must feel.
   I looked at Bedia and saw her look at them and roll her
eyes. But I was so happy! I had two gorgeous, horny men.
There was just one thing that was starting to worry me. When
school started, when would I do my homework?
   The phone rang and Dad got up to answer it. He was gone
for a few minutes.
   "I have big news," Dad said, walking back into the
kitchen. He had a big smile on his face.
   "What is it?"
   "That was my brother, your Uncle Gus. He told me he has
bought a house just down the street. He is moving here."
   "That's great, Daddy!" Bedia said. "I have missed Uncle
Gus."
   "Yes, I agree," Dad said.
   "We can save money on plumbers!" Osman said. I laughed
at Osman.