Date: Sat, 16 May 2015 18:25:52 +0000 (UTC)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: TLC, gay male incest, conclusion

TLC


By Kevin Donovan

This story is complete fiction, and it involves sex between teenagers and
between adult males including a father and his adult son.  Nothing sexual
happens between adults and any minor, and all sexual acts are consensual.
But if these things offend you, or if they are illegal to read or possess
where you live, or if you yourself are a minor, stop right now.


If you enjoy this work and appreciate my poor efforts to entertain, let me
hear from you at letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com


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CHAPTER SEVEN

      Clearly, though, Kevin was now a fixture in our home, at least on
weekends—he was pretty busy with grad studies otherwise, plus he and
Alex were lying low in town due to the boundary issue of Alex being his
prof's student.  It was the third visit when Kevin finally made his
move—on me!


      All four of us were in the pool, but Alex left, then Brack.  After a
few minutes, I began to wonder what they might be up to, thinking it must
be of a sexual nature.  That concerned me, because I didn't know what Kevin
knew about that relationship, or how it would affect him to find out
abruptly.  I was lolling about under the water, emerging in the corner of
the pool when, turning, I found myself sort of pinned in by Kevin's hands
gripping the pool edge on either side of my head.  His dripping face was
inches from mine, and he was smiling knowingly, and rather suggestively.


      It didn't help that it was such a damn handsome face.


      "I'm not that young," he said, "and not that dumb.  Full ride in
school, you know.  Dean's List, honors grad and all that.  You can't be
stupid or even very naïve and do all that."


      "Huh?" I asked, sincerely puzzled.  "I guess I AM that dumb, `cause I
don't get what you mean."


      "Brack and Alex.  I put that together right away, and Alex told me
about it pretty close up-front.  I think we both know what they are up to
right now."


      "Oh.  Maybe—at least I guess we both suspect we know."


      "Alex gave me a big wink before they left.  We know."  His knowing
look turned into more of a leer.  My eyebrows raised quizzically.


      "So, then, you're OK with that?  Not expecting an exclusive
relationship with Alex?"


      "-Ish.  Not entirely exclusive, but `approved partners only.'  I
approve of Brack, he's a hot number.  I'd do him myself, except I don't put
out for guys who won't put out for me in return.  Alex says he's a one-way
street, so that cuts me out.  But wait--


      "Alex and YOU, too!" he said.  "That one took me longer to catch
onto, guess I wasn't expecting it.  But I knew right off there was
something—all this family nudity and open gay sexuality and all.  Last
weekend, though, it dawned on me.  It was the way he looks at you, like
you're a nice cut of beef right off the grill or something.  And
interestingly, Alex didn't deny it.  Didn't even try to."


      Kevin's lips hovered closer to mine.  "And you know what?  I'm glad!
`Cause if he can, I can!"  He kissed me firmly, and I felt his hand take
hold of my package underneath the water.  Even under these circumstances,
he was a pretty good kisser, and I couldn't say the fondling was completely
unwelcome.  The guy was one of the top three or four handsomest males I'd
ever laid eyes on, and I must admit, I'd been fantasizing some about laying
hands and lips on him, too.


      But I pulled back, maybe not as fast as I should have.  "Woah, hold
on, there, Kevin.  I'm not a total ass-hole, you know.  Have you and Alex
actually talked about this?  As far as I'm concerned, you belong to him.  I
already have two very important relationships in this mix: first, Alex, who
is number one in my life.  But also Brack—not that I'm worried he'd
object, especially if he got to watch.  But Alex, this has to go through
him."


      "We haven't talked it out in so many words.  He knows I know, though,
and I think we have an understanding." His hand continued to manipulate my
dick and balls.  "We have no plans to be monogamous, not exclusive, anyway.
We've talked about doing others together, and I figure this is exactly what
he was thinking of all the time."


      "Kevin, you have to have the talk out loud.  I can't be part of any
unspoken assumption between you two.  I love my son too much.  He comes
first."


      "I can appreciate that.  But you're not totally opposed are you?  I
mean, if you aren't interested, I'll back off.  And Brack?  He's a stud,
that one—-real shame he won't reciprocate, but I do have some
principles.  But let's say he and Alex give the go-ahead: would you be
interested in adding another playmate?  You both play on the side with
Alex-—hell, he's in there doing it right now!  It isn't fair for me to
be the only one left on the outside, you know."


      Well, to that, I had to agree.  "Kevin, I have to admit, I've been
looking you over with more than casual interest.  You are a very sexy man,
and if Alex and Brack were not in this picture already, I'd be standing in
line to get it on with you.  But I love both of those guys, more than
anything.  I'll handle Brack.  But you have to talk to Alex.  If he has any
hesitation at all, then I'm out."


      "Deal.  You have the talk with Brack, I'll talk to Alex." He grinned
suggestively.  "I think you and I will have a date later on this evening,
and I'm really looking forward to it."  He kissed me again, even more
insistently.


      That made my stomach flutter, but I decided there was time enough to
get stirred up about that later, if it was actually going to happen.
Meanwhile, I tried to relax.


      Kevin didn't put it off.  As soon as the other two showed up again on
the poolside decking, he called out to his lover, "Hey, Alex, come over
here and let your dad and me suck the cum out of your ass."


      "Kevin!" protested Alex weakly.  He actually blushed.  Brack just
grinned.


      "It's O. K., Luv, I told him I had caught on.  We all know what you
and Brack have been up to-—and that's fine!  No problem!  But if you can
play with Brack and Brad, surely I can, too.  You don't really mind, do
you?"


      Alex sputtered.  He didn't know quite what to say, but he looked
chagrined.  "I guess I should have told you right out, but I didn't know
how to bring it up.  I didn't know how you'd take it."  Kevin came to him
and pulled him into his arms.  They kissed.  Kevin pulled Alex aside, and
they went into a quiet, earnest conversation between the two of them.  Once
or twice, Alex looked anxiously over my way.


      Brack looked on, bemused.  He was probably thinking this boded well
for his future sexual enjoyment, too.  After all, it was his sperm seeping
out of Alex's ass, and miraculously, Alex's lover seemed perfectly OK with
it.


      Alex and Kevin broke their huddle with a kiss, and the two of them
set about making a pitcher of Margaritas.  Brack fired up the grill for
steaks.  I had made stuffed baked potatoes earlier, and just needed to
throw together a salad.  When I took my second Margarita inside to do that,
Alex joined me, while the others stayed outside to tend the grilling meat.


      "Dad, I need to ask you something," Alex began.


      "Remember that time I told you how Brack was hot for you and wanted
sex with you?"


      "How could I forget?  And it has led to some pretty great times, for
all of us, huh?"


      "Yeah.  Well, it's happening again."  He paused dramatically.  "Kevin
knows about me and Brack and also about me and you.  I was wrong to try to
keep it from him, but shit, that isn't a first-date sort of thing to drop
on someone.  Anyway, I'm glad it's in the open now, between us."


      I nodded and waited.


      "So now, Kevin thinks it isn't really fair for us all to have free
sex with one another, but him not to.  He wants in.  Not with Brack, unless
Brack will agree to bottom for him, and that doesn't seem likely.  With
you.  He really wants in on our relationship.  And I have to admit, from
his point of view, it's only fair.  But it's a lot to ask of you.  What do
you think?  Are you willing to give it a try?  And do you think Brack can
live with that, him and you getting it on, but Brack left out?"


      "I can't speak for Brack, Son.  If he's left out, it's by his own
choice, really, but he may not see it that way.  We'd have to ask.  But as
for me--" here, I paused, uncertain how to proceed.


      "Kevin is a very sexy man.  I'd be honored to enjoy sex with him any
time.  However, I'm getting plenty from Brack and from you.  Do you want
this, or would you just go along with it to placate Kevin?  That makes all
the difference to me."


      "Dad, I want it, and here's why.  I think I'm in love with Kevin.
Pretty sure, actually.  He's everything I've ever dreamed of, not only
sexually but, you know, Brack is that, too, but I mean also emotionally.
Kevin really excites me.  He lights that fire in me, makes me happy. I want
to please him in everything, like he pleases me.  And it IS only fair—if
I can enjoy your favors and Brack's, why shouldn't he?  But the bigger
reason is this: if I denied Kevin sex with you, and Brack if they want it,
then I would have to deny myself also.  I couldn't go on playing with you
and not let him do it, too.  I couldn't live with myself, and I couldn't
blame him for resenting that, either.  If I share you, then I get to keep
you.  That's what I really, really want, the best possible solution.  After
all, you're my first love, Dad.  I'm so glad Kevin is open to it, because
he could just as easily have demanded I give you up instead of letting him
in on it.  Easier, really.  Will you do it, Dad, for me?"  He was almost
beginning to tear up, asking his father for the huge personal sacrifice of
having sex with his own boyfriend, now for the second time.


      I gave my son a big, heartfelt kiss.  "I love you, Son," I said. "You
are wise, and kind, and understanding way beyond your years.  Not to
mention incredibly sexy and beautiful.  So, yes, I will do this for you.
But also, for me and for Kevin, because we obviously want it, too.  If ever
you want it stopped, all you have to do is say so, understood?"  He nodded,
smiling shyly.  "One other thing.  Brack has to accept it.  I think he'll
be fine with it, but being left out himself will be hard.  We'll have to
see how that goes.  Still, he has two asses to fuck, and maybe that will be
enough."


      Alex laughed.  "For him, there are never enough asses to fuck, you
know that, Dad.  But he also likes to watch you get fucked, and Kevin is
quite an eyeful, don't you think?"


      "As usual, we agree."


      The salad assembled, we returned to the patio to enjoy our dinner.


      Kevin's plan for after-dinner entertainment hung in the air like the
aroma of sizzling bacon, never letting any of us forget the prospect for a
moment during the preparation or the meal itself.  None of us ate more than
half our dinner, leaving room for some physical activity later, and we
passed altogether on the blackberry cobbler a la mode I'd made.


      Brack winked at me half-way through the steaks.  I raised my eyebrows
back at him, and he nodded.


      "Do it," he mouthed.  My eyebrows went higher, and he smiled more
broadly and nodded more firmly.  He lifted his beer bottle in my direction
and took a swig.  "I'm all for it," he said softly.  Alex gave Kevin a
questioning look, to which Kevin smiled coyly.  Someone had been having
their own little talk out here while Alex and I were in the kitchen.


      "Are you in?" I asked Brack.


	"Spectator only. But that should be a treat.  Do it."  He grinned
lasciviously.


      So there were to be spectators?  I sighed.  No such thing as private
sex around here.  I glanced at Kevin.  He was grinning at me.  Over at
Alex.  He was grinning, too.  That made three grinners to one: I might as
well grin, too, and spread, `em.


      It wasn't even dark yet, when Brack pulled Alex up and kissed him,
dragging him across the pool deck.  We had a large, inflated air mattress
stored over there, which we sometimes used as a tanning float in the pool.
It looked suspiciously freshly pumped up, as if someone had foreseen a
possible use for it soon.  Brack pulled the mattress out onto the open
decking, and Alex joined him on it.  Grinning, Kevin pulled me to my feet
as well, and gave me a gentle nudge toward the others.  He was right behind
me, patting my ass cheeks and guiding me along.  Our companions, already
engaged in lip-lock, edged over to their half of the bed, and Kevin gently
led me onto the other half.  The easy familiarity didn't feel strange,
somehow, at all.  I was excited at the prospect of making love with such a
sexy, perfectly formed man, even if I already had been enjoying that
experience daily with Alex and Brack for some time.  Somehow, Kevin seemed
to complete the square.


      The fact that his boyfriend and mine were having sex right next to us
didn't seem to throw Kevin off his game at all.  He did glance over
occasionally to get a look at what they were doing, which was very
stimulating to view, but he kept his concentration on making love to me.
Yes, making love.  This was to be no quick fuck, not just scoring or
getting his rocks off.  Kevin was an accomplished, considerate, attentive
lover.


      Brack was eating out Alex's ass, holding Alex's hips off the
mattress, while his feet flopped around above them.  Kevin lay atop me and
made out with me, very wetly and passionately, smiling into my eyes the
whole time.  He whispered sweet encouragements occasionally about how hot I
was, how sexy, how perfect in various body parts, (none more perfect than
his own, of course).  I'm sure I smiled stupidly back at him.  I didn't
even steal a glance at Alex and Brack.  I'd seen Brack's nose stuck up
Alex's butt plenty of times.  In this instance, I was totally into being
with Kevin.  It was as if we were alone on the mattress.  And the others
did a good job of pretending to ignore us, too, though I know they were
both completely aware of what was going on next to them.

      Kevin began his move southward, vacationing at each Mississippi River
tributary, east and west, and meandering leisurely down the crease of Old
Man River himself, (lingering at the port of New Orleans, lipping the low
vegetation of the lower bayous), finally wrapping his lips around the
entire Florida Penninsula and engulfing it whole.  His tongue caressed its
gulf coast delicately, and flicked at the Keys.  I groaned.


      There was an answering groan from my son next door.  I cast my eyes
that way, and observed that Brack was just sliding his cock into Alex's
asshole.  He lowered his upper body onto the backs of Alex's thighs, and
Alex rested his ankles on Brack's shoulders.  The ass-pumping began in
earnest.


      But Kevin was not to be rushed, not this time.  Fuck the geography:
he suckled my balls, and licked my perineum thoroughly.  Then, he went to
work on my own asshole, just as attentively and passionately as Brack had
done with Alex.  My hole opened up to his strong tongue.  I handed him the
lube from the deck beside the mattress.  In a moment, I felt the cool goo
being applied.  At the time, I was watching Brack fuck my son, while
enjoying the unspeakably delicious sensations of analingus from below.  I
looked down at Kevin's model-handsome face between my thighs.  He was still
smiling.


      He raised up and leaned forward, covering my body again with his own.
He kissed me tenderly, but insistently, his tongue invading my mouth more
deeply than before.  He rested on his elbows.  I drew up my legs and tilted
my pelvis for him.  His big cock-head pressed gently, then more forcefully,
at my anus.  Without a hand to guide it, his engorged dick just slid into
my ass like a truck rig backing into the loading dock, smooth and perfect.
When he bottomed out, I took his measure: he was an inch shorter than
Brack, and an inch longer than Alex and me—plenty big for any possible
use for a man's cock!  (In fact, the second biggest I'd ever seen in
person.)  With a final push, he opened that inner area that only Brack had
plumbed before—he didn't fill it with his cock-head, just broached it--
and in a short time, that was where he planted his seed within me.


      Kevin lay his sweating body atop mine and rested his cheek on my
shoulder.  Next to us, Brack was just flipping Alex over onto his knees for
a doggie fuck.  Kevin turned his head to slobber on my neck and ear, and
whispered, "I'm not done yet.  Hang on."  So we just lay there together for
several minutes, while my stud of the moment recouped.


      The juices must have flowed into his nuts again pretty fast, because
he began to hunch at my ass again within just a short time.  He turned
toward Alex, and took in the view of Alex's long torso supported above our
faces on strong arms, his erect phallus jerking in the rhythm of Brack's
hammering from the rear, his dangling scrotum swaying vigorously, his
strong, muscled thighs being slapped from behind by Brack's.  It was an
impressive scene of male breeding going on right there beside us, and
doubly stimulating by being our two lovers going at it.


        Kevin's second ejaculation took much longer to produce, and he had
my rectum steaming long before he finished.  I shot goo between us,
greasing our abdomens, a couple of minutes before he let fly with his
second load of spunk.  From the first fuck, I realized that, of the top
three fucks I'd ever had in my life, Kevin was certainly one of them.  The
other two were fucking right beside us at the time: what a lucky guy!


      Kevin was panting and sweating even heavier as he finished.  I
thought he might want to take a shower break, but no—-he was hot for my
body!  "Your turn," he said, grinning, as he rolled off me.  Kevin is
adamant about turn about being fair play.  He was desperate to have Brack's
Olympic-size cock up his ass, but he was determined not to give it up until
Brack agreed to spread his legs for Kevin, too.  I had to admire his
strength of will.


      I like missionary, so I rolled atop Kevin and began to make out with
my son's serious boyfriend—-my future son-in-law, if you will.  I know
it seems very strange, and it really might have been, even for me, had my
son not been there beside us getting ass-fucked by my own steady lover (and
I already thought, husband-to-be).  Kevin kisses great!  As far as the sex
goes, any one of my three bed-mates was fine with me.  Kevin just tastes
good, all over.  But that first time, I didn't taste many parts, I just
fucked him.  I smeared some lube on his hole, he spread his cheeks wide,
and I slid in him.  He sighed, but more with pleasure than pain.


      It was one of those nights I could just fuck forever, without the
need to cum.  I beat my balls against Kevin's buttocks til I thought they
would be black and blue.  My groin went slap, slap, slap against him.  I
could see Alex's head bending around so he could watch our coupling as
Brack continued to pound him next to us.


      Kevin is a bit more vocal than Alex and I, though not more so than
Brack, who shouts with joy at each ejaculation.  He was moaning and
carrying on with ecstasy through the whole episode.  Finally, I guess he'd
had about enough.  He groaned, "OK, Brad, make the baby!"  Somehow, that
tripped my wire, and I immediately hosed him with my semen.  I slowed,
stripping the baby starter from my hose, as he gripped it tight with his
ass muscles.


      "Damn, Dad, that was one hot fuck!" declared Alex, now recuperating
from a heavy basting of his own of Brack's.


      "Let's hit the shower."


      From then on, we never said anything more about it, we just fucked
back and forth indiscriminately between me, Alex, and Brack.  Brack fucked
Alex and me, but not Kevin.  I had some concerns about how that might
impact on our mutual relationships down the road, and a time or two, I
caught Brack looking pensive, too.  I wondered what was going on in that
handsome head of his.  But I decided to give him his space, and let him
bring it up if he needed to talk about it.


      He never did.  However, in the second month of this activity, my
birthday came around, and Brack let me know that he had something special
for me, and private.  He must've talked to Alex about it, too, because
after a fantastic birthday dinner, compliments of the three boys, Brack
suggested to me that we go home to celebrate further in bed, but Alex said
that he and Kevin wanted to go to the nearby sports bar for a while,
instead.


      "We'll be in, in an hour or so, don't wait for us.  You and Brack
have fun."


      I was puzzled, but what the hell.  Alex and Kevin are grownups, and
they had every right to do something on their own, my birthday or not.


      At home, Brack kissed me at the door, and said, "Give me five
minutes, Birthday Boy."  And off he ran up the stairs, clothing flying.


      I smiled.  Whatever he had in mind, it would be sexy and fun, I
thought.  I waited about eight minutes, and then I headed up the stairs.
The lights were off in our room, but several candles glowed.  The bed
covers were carefully turned back.  A bottle of my favorite white wine sat
on the bedside table, with two glasses.  And in the middle of the bed lay
Brack, face-down, naked, with a huge red bow tied around his waist,
centered on his tailbone.  His legs were spread wide.


      I grinned.  "What's this?"


      "Your birthday present," he mumbled, nose down in the pillow.


      "I think I got that present a long time ago.  It's my favorite of all
time, but really—what's new?"


      "Look where the bow is."


      "I've been licking that ass for months now."


      "What else would you like to do with it?"


      "What else am I allowed to do with it?"


      "Anything you want, Baby.  Anything you want.  But I hope you want to
fuck it.  Because that's your birthday present.  Cherry, just for you."


      "Brack, I'm honored, really.  And I'm not one to look a gift ass in
the mouth, especially yours.  But are you sure you really want to do this?
You don't have to, not for me.  I love the way you fuck me.  I get to fuck
Alex and Kevin.  I'm getting plenty.  Don't think you have to put out like
this for me.  I love you, and I'll always love you, like you are,
Stud-dog."


      "No, Brad, I want it.  I've been wanting it for a while now, but I'm
so fucking proud, I hate myself sometimes.  Actually, under the macho
exterior, I'm a great big wuss.  I'm scared it'll hurt and I'll holler or
some fool thing.  Maybe I won't like it—which will suck, because I've
put you and Alex through it often enough!


      "But we DO like it."


      "Yeah, I hope I will, too.  I've put it off long enough.  The
sacrifice of the virgin comes tonight, Lover.  Dig in.  Before I chicken
out."


      "Well, I'm not an expert cherry-picker—-you're my first-—but
I'll do my best to make it as painless and enjoyable as possible.  Let's
take our time."


      I took an hour, before I finally popped that cherry.  I made out with
Brack's ass until I could have stuck a telephone pole up there, and he
wouldn't have minded.  I lubed and fingered him, too.  At last, with him
begging me to fuck him, I lay him on his side, with his upper leg forward
and raised, and I poked at his relaxed hole from behind.  There was minimal
resistance.  The head of my engorged cock slipped in with a tiny pop, and
Brack gave just a small, surprised gasp, realizing that I was in him, and
he was cherry no more.


      "Damn," he said.  "Give it to me." Then the fucking began. I slid
into him and began to buck.


      He was a trooper.  Beyond that, he moaned and carried on with
pleasure, and he urged me to fuck harder, faster, deeper.  He shot jizz
onto the sheets.  I came in his ass, rolled him onto his back, and fucked
him again, slower and more lovingly, as his feet waved above us.


      At one point, late in the act, I was dimly aware of the bedroom door
opening slightly.  I heard twin snorts of surprise and amusement from the
hallway, and the door closed again softly.  The boys were back, and they
were leaving us to it tonight.  They'd be cavorting privately as well, in
Alex's old room, which they very rarely used.  I knew that was a small
price to pay, in their view, for our private romp on my birthday, since
both of them were chomping at the bit to get at Brack's asshole, and they
knew it would now be on-line with all the others.


      My breaking in Brack was more than just evening up the score, more
even than just really good sex.  It was true love-making.  I hadn't
realized how much I wanted to fuck my lover.  I accepted him as exclusive
top, and I truly craved his cock up my ass—-but now we were equals,
unrestricted, unhindered, joyful lovers in every sense.  Brack felt it,
too.  In the end, he was teary.


      "I was such a fool to wait so long for this.  We could have been
fucking like this for months!  Can't get that back!  Damn."


      I kissed the tears from his cheeks.


      "Brack it is as it is, even as it had to be.  I'm happy and have no
regrets.  I loved you yesterday, and I love you today.  I'll love you when
we wake up tomorrow.  Thank you for this birthday present, and for the gift
you give me every single day."


      We kissed, and he got hold of himself quickly.


      "I love you, too, Brad," he said earnestly.  "Now, can I fuck you,
too?"


      And he did, three times.



	* * * * *



      Brack never talked to the others about his conversion.  The next
evening, after he fucked Alex, he just asked Alex if he'd like to fuck him,
too.  Alex, grinning, nodded. He topped Brack like a dog, while I did the
same alongside them to Kevin, whose appreciative gaze didn't miss a single
stroke of the Alex and Brack show next to us.  I was on top deliberately,
because I knew Kevin would be saving jizz to plant into Brack's ass as soon
as possible.  Sure enough, when Alex finished, Brack looked over at Kevin
and said, "Next!"  I had just spermed his ass, and he was ready.  He
rotated over between Brack's extended feet and lower legs and plugged
himself in, while Alex slipped off that side of the bed and came to join
me.  We'd both just cum, so we made out for a while, also watching our two
boyfriends go at it beside us.  That turned Alex on so much that very soon,
he had me on my back, feet raised, poking at my hole with his hard McQueery
cock.  He rode his dad hard.  I was as sweaty and as turned on as he.


      After that round, it was my turn with Brack.  I let him lie on his
side, facing the others, and I fucked him from behind, on the edge of the
bed.  Meanwhile, Alex and Kevin made out for a while, then Kevin rolled
around to put them in position for 69, which they languidly enjoyed,
without trying to bring one another off, for quite a while.  Each ate the
sperm out of the other's ass, too.


      Then, it was time for Brack, at last, to have his way with the
delectable Kevin.  This time, Alex and I watched from opposite sides of the
bed, as those two put on an epic live sex show for us on the middle of the
mattress.  It was sublime, and so hot that Alex and I were both stroking
boners the whole time, despite having already drained our nuts more than
once each.


      They began in doggie mode, with Brack easing his monster cock into
Kevin's hole, which was already enlarged to accommodate him, from my visit
there a while earlier.  Of course he plumbed even greater depths than I had
done—greater than any man had done, Kevin admitted later.  As always,
the view of Brack's big rig driving in and out of Kevin's slick, tight
garage was a major turn-on to watch.  Brack's loose, large balls dangled
and slapped against Kevin's slimy rump loudly.


      It would take Brack a while to cum this time.  After ten minutes, he
rolled Kevin over onto his back and fucked him that way, with his handsome
size elevens in the air.  They kissed, and Brack licked and sucked on his
neck and ears.  Sure enough, he left a hickey on Kevin's lower neck, his
trade-mark first-fuck brand.  After a while, he raised up and slid off the
foot of the bed, dragging Kevin's willing, sweating body down with him.  He
positioned Kevin's ass at the edge of the mattress so that he himself could
stand at the end and rut his conquest.  In ten more minutes, exhausted for
the moment, he nutted into Kevin's ready man-cunt, and the breeding was
accomplished.  He fell atop his new bitch, and the two kissed.


      In a few minutes, Brack slid off of Kevin and turned to embrace me.
Kevin rolled the other way and took Alex into his arms.


      Brack said, "Thank you for that."


      "Don't thank me—I've been breeding him, too."


      "Thanks for everything, then.  Absolutely everything.  You are
wonderful, perfect in every way.  This whole set-up is."


      He kissed me then.  I knew exactly what he was talking about.  It was
perfect for me, too, and I knew that Alex and Kevin would both say the
same.



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CHAPTER EIGHT

EPILOGUE


      It was perfect on weekends--not so much Sunday night through
Thursday.  I was home alone, and very much feeling it.  At least my boys
had classes and studying to keep them busy, and they did stay very busy,
and made good grades, all three of them.  They weren't living together at
the college in the beginning, because all were committed to other
arrangements, but to some extent they did have one another—though Kevin
and Alex could not really see one another on campus until the end of the
semester.  Our open and free sex was just for the weekends, and that was
just about all we did when we were together.  We fucked and sucked all over
the house and grounds.  We never went out.  Having little else to do, I
prepped and stocked up food for four hungry fuckers, and I always had
plenty ready to nuke, oven-warm, grill, or slow-cook.


      I hired a farm worker to care for the horses and pastures during the
week, and I picked the ugliest guy I could find.  I didn't want to be
tempted.  I was the luckiest man alive to have the three sex partners I
had, and I wasn't about to experiment any further.  I rarely even jacked
off during the week.


	I did have to keep the business going, of course, and I poured more
time than ever into that activity.  It paid off over those next months in
one of the most productive years we'd ever had.  Our team was working hard,
making good money for all, and building a very successful firm.


	Before we realized, it was Thanksgiving break, and Kevin pretty
much HAD to go to his parents' house for a few days; he had not yet come
out to them, though he planned to that weekend.  Brack spent the one day of
the holiday itself at his mom's, having no intention of ever seeing his
legal father again.  That left Alex and me on our own with a roasted hen
and trimmings, and a day of sex and football on TV.  Great father-son
bonding, when both are missing their respective lovers!  But Brack rejoined
us that night, and our old three-way romping resumed.


	Kevin did break his news to his family, with the result that Alex
would be invited there for Christmas.  But the two of them decided that
they would make a short visit of it, and hold the bulk of that holiday for
less restrained celebrating at our place.


	Meanwhile, I began to make some plans for after college.


	I made a low-ball offer to the bank on Brack's parents' old place
next door, and after a little haggling they didn't have their hearts in, we
settled on a contract.  I spoke to Brack about it, and his response was,
"Just so I don't ever have to live there again.  Very bad vibes for me."  I
certainly had no intention of him living there again!  But that property
had fewer existing outbuildings, and it was a nice house, with plenty of
room to remodel and build onto.  Being closer to the highway, it would make
a great location for Alex's veterinary clinic one day, and offices for the
horse farm and training center the boys were all planning together, too.
That would leave our place spared, for more isolated, masculine wantonness
on the part of all.


	We did a lot of talking during that holiday period.  Alex's concern
was that I would want him and Kevin to move over to the other house.  Why
couldn't they continue to live and sleep with us, he wanted to know.  Why
not, indeed? I thought.  That sounded like the perfect plan to me.


	So after the New Year, with them back in classes, I got to work on
the house.  I left our two upstairs bedrooms and baths, and the guest
suites, as they were.  But off the family room, behind the garage wing, to
which I added two more auto bays, I inserted a new "bunkhouse" addition,
which would become our real sleeping quarters.  It contained a huge
bedroom; two very large walk-in closets, with all the luxury organizing
furnishings one could want, eliminating dressers and chests in the bedroom
itself; and a huge, airy, sky-lit bathroom with a urinal and bidet as well
as two toilets, and a big, open shower with deluxe shower-heads that fired
off like water cannons from all directions.  It's like a car-wash for men.
In the bedroom, I placed two king-size beds side by side on one wall, and
on the other, I created a seating arrangement, with a huge flat-screen TV.
We were now located convenient to the kitchen, and both the bathroom and
the bedroom opened directly onto the pool area.  This made a man-cave par
excellence, that we could hole up in for days at a time!


	The boys were as excited as I was when they saw the work begin.  It
was done before Easter, and we joyfully moved in.  We had very little
clothing to shift into the new closets!  Theirs was all at school, and I
didn't even own much anymore.


	One bed was for Brack and me and the other was for Alex and Kevin.
Of course, with the two beds being only a foot apart, there was a lot of
swapping around, and often all four of us were in one of them most of the
night.


	Meanwhile, as that construction was underway, I set to work
locating an appropriate house, near the University, for the boys to live in
together for the next few years.  Since Alex had veterinary school as well
as the undergrad work, it was a good investment as well as a practical
arrangement for our unique relationships.  With their approval, I chose a
comfortable three-bedroom rancher, knocked out the wall between two
bedrooms, and created a large master bedroom there, too, large enough for
two queen-size beds.  I expanded and remodeled the master bath, and that
allowed them (sometimes all of us) to stay together in town.  They would
take up residency there with the beginning of the fall term.


      I could afford all this, plus tuition for both Alex and Brack (both
of whom got some scholarship money, while Kevin had a free ride with his
graduate program), because the business was doing extremely well.  I had
learned a lot under Sherry's tutelage, but my kinder, but still tight, grip
on the reins seemed to yield great results.


      That's why I should not have been as surprised as I was when, out of
the blue, I received a multi-million dollar offer for the business. I
hardly knew what to think.  I brought my lawyers in from the get-go, and
just because I felt ballsy, I asked for almost double the original, pretty
generous offer.  I got it!  I also got significant guarantees for the
well-being of my employees.  I sold.  I was free of all cares and concerns
at that point, and my old life was behind me.  Sherry's mother, living in
Phoenix, retained a small interest in the business, and I was able to
reward her with a shockingly big check, which would leave her even more
secure than ever, for the rest of her life.  My parents wouldn't accept
anything (yet), but it would be there for them should they ever need it.
There would be no need for me to work again, either.  At 36, I was a
retiree.


      A retiree with less to do than ever.  I began spend a good deal of
time in town with the boys, and was able to help them out by running their
household while they poured their efforts into their studies.  Everyone was
well-fed, well-tended, and well-fucked from that point!  Enrique, the
stable-hand back home, had free rein for a time.


      He caught on to us guys early on, by the way.  One day, he caught me
alone and broached the subject gently.


      "Boss, I want you to know that I couldn't care less how you and the
other guys live here on your own place.  That's all I need to say about
that.  But there is one thing—-with you in town so much now, it's
awfully lonely out here, and I could use some help, too.  We need to keep a
better check on the house and grounds, plus that new place, when you are
away, too.  I have a cousin, Ricardo.  Well, he and I are real close,
really fond of one another.  How about hiring him, too, to work with me and
keep me company out here.  He's a good worker, and when I tell him he can
live and work here naked, he'll quit his other job and be out here in about
ten minutes."


      So in short order, Ricardo, a much-too-handsome man in his
mid-twenties, was running around in nothing but boots and hat on the
spread, and over the next few months, Enrique shaped up and beefed up, too,
until he looked downright presentable.  He was nude much more often now,
too.  The two lived together in the stable apartment, and that would have
been all I would know about that had I not come upon them fucking lustily
outside the stable one afternoon.  Actually, it was the grunting and
wailing that attracted my attention.  Enrique was gripping the top rail of
the fence, legs straddled and booted feet spread wide, and Ricardo was
putting it to him forcefully from behind, as a couple of the horses watched
disinterestedly on the other side.  Ricardo had an ass--whole body,
really--worth spying on, and I confess, I lingered embarrassingly long at
the corner of the building, doing just that.


      Next day, I passed Enrique outside Admiral's stall, and he smiled
shyly at me.


      "My cousin is a fine-looking fellow, eh, Sr. Mick?  Especially when
he clenches that butt of his."  I blushed, I'm sure.


      "You're looking pretty good yourself, there, Enrique," I countered. `
Quick save, Brad,' I complimented myself mentally.  Enrique grinned
proudly.  After that, I saw even more staff nudity, regular hard-ons, and
occasional public displays of affection on the premises.  I was happy that
the two men had one another, and a place they could live and work freely
and openly together.


      Kevin, of course, was the first to complete his studies.  By that
time, he was well established as my "son-in-law," not that we cared much
what anyone thought, and he moved out to the ranch with me.  We occupied
the same bed and enjoyed sex together nightly while Brack and Alex did the
same in town, pursuing their degrees.  Kevin is a cheerful bottom, but he
excels on top!  He can drill almost as deep, and keep it up almost as long,
as Brack himself, the champ.  I came to love him as deeply as the others
during our time together, and I couldn't be happier that he and my son
found each other.  Yet, as close as we became, each of us still yearned for
our own soul-mate and life partner.  We still traveled in to be with them a
couple of days per week, and they still spent weekends when they could out
at the ranch with us.  By day, Kevin ran the ranch and began building our
herd of very fine horse-flesh, of several breeds, including some rare ones.
He kept a few head of cattle, too, for extra income, and he began to raise
bison, ostrich, and elk, as well.  I ran the household and kept the books,
and kept myself attractive and available for sex any time, just as I did
for so long when married to Sherry.


      With Brack's graduation a couple of years later, we expanded our
acreage again, with the purchase of another adjacent property, and the boys
began to design a new facility on Brack's old ranch: new offices, extra
stables, visitor center, exhibit paddocks, training rings, the works.  It
would be a beautiful spread, and by this time, we were already turning a
profit and establishing a name for ourselves for producing and training
outstanding horseflesh.


      We needed to add more ranch workers, of course, as we expanded our
operations.  I took care of that handily: I let Enrique and Ricardo recruit
new men as we needed them, and later on, as we had the occasional
turn-over.  Not surprisingly, we wound up with a staff of young, handsome,
single men who happily performed their chores wearing boots, maybe a hat
and sunglasses, and nothing else.  They were as likely as not to spend
their break time fucking, but Enrique, now foreman, ran a tight ship and
saw to it that the work got done, too. Only on the public spread, Brack's
old home-place, did anyone have to wear pants.


      Brack and Barberry, Alex and Toulouse (plus his new back-up mount
Quadro, and Brack's, named Poker Face, trained by Kevin), along with Kevin
on a new gelding named Ranger, all hit the equestrian competition circuit
within the first year.  All are outstanding riders, on top quality,
well-trained horses, and all began to rise quickly in the sport standings.
Brack and Barberry are headed for the next Olympics, with Alex and Quadro
as possibilities as well.  Either pair could win a gold on photogenics
alone!


      As for me, I stuck with conformation showing, because we have a lot
of non-jumping horses that also need to be exhibited.  Kevin helps out
there, too.  I keep a busy schedule showing six or eight at a time, in
different divisions and several breeds.  We do well, and our ranch is well
known, even nationally.  We named it "Shamrock," and its four-leaf clover
symbol pretty clearly designates its four-way partnership.  Of course, no
one knows how deep that partnership actually goes.


      The process of getting there was hardest on Alex, the youngest, after
the others graduated, left alone in town to complete his veterinary degree.
But Kevin moved back to town to stay with him then about half the time,
since Brack could also run the spread, and Brack and I went over when we
could.  Alex, of course, was with us most weekends, mostly spent in bed,
all enjoying the favors of one another's firm bodies without inhibition and
without discrimination.  He hardly had time to get a hard-on between
visits.  He learned to concentrate on his studies even while someone was
sucking his dick, and he could postpone ejaculation that way indefinitely.
One day, when he had marathon study for a major exam, we proved it by
taking turns sucking his cock for 14 hours while he studied.  We gave him a
half-hour circulation break every four hours.  He made his usual "A" on the
exam, and he never came from the sucking.  When he finally unloaded in
Kevin's ass—-man, that was one hell of a load!


      It was true love times four.  Hence the name for Alex's new ride,
"Quadro."


      When Doctor Alex McCrary was ready to open his practice, the offices
and the animals were there for him.  Old Doc Anderson had recently retired,
and every horse, cow, goat, and llama—now, bison, elk, ostrich, and emu,
too-- in the county became Alex's patient.  Our spread provided quite a
patient load for him all by itself.


      We share fulfilling lives, especially sexually, but also
relationally.  Our nights usually go like this: first, Alex and I fuck one
another's partner—I fuck Kevin, Alex fucks Brack.  Then we swap and let
the partners fuck us.  Third, we fuck one another, as Brack and Kevin do
the same.  Then, finally, we get with our own primary lovers and exchange
fucks with them, maybe more than one--that would be mainly Brack, though in
fairness, Kevin is a known multiple-topper, too, and Alex and I are no
wimps in that department.  Five cums in a night each is a routine event for
this randy marriage.  We make oral daisy chains, and it is not at all
unusual to enter any room in the house at any time of day and find two men
at random sucking one another in 69 position, or fucking, on any available
piece of furniture, or the floor.  I'm as often as not one of those men.


      I'm the happiest man alive, or one of the top four.  I've come to
realize that, getting and giving, all it takes is a little TLC.  I have
three magnificent lovers to thank, and to practice on, but primarily, I
must admit, I owe my wonderful life to my son Alex, who not only challenged
me to come out of my shell of depression, but who engineered and coerced
it.


      I have found the true love of my life.  Three of them.



THE END