Date: Wed, 12 Apr 2000 22:55:30 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@eudoramail.com>
Subject: We Three

We Three

as told to Jon Hold

jonhold@eudoramail.com



First off, let me tell you that this story is true. I've got a friend of
ours writing it for us, because he writes much better than we do. Sometimes
the words are his, but the Ideas are mine, or Bill's or Boo's. We like to
sit around in the evenings and talk, and telling Jon stories is a lot of
fun, cuz the old fart really gets off on them, and us -- to say nothing of
the fact that he listens real good. One day he showed us how he'd been
writing down some of the stories we told him, and we really liked the
idea. We had him remove some of the stories because, while we don't mind
stretching the truth to make the story more interesting, downright lies are
something we just don't share with strangers. Anyhow, we think Jon's done
us proud, and we hope you enjoy our stories. [Jimmy's full of shit, but I
like him anyway. I was going to try and reproduce the boy's rich Southern
accents, but that got to be confusing --- and a pain in the ass, so, I've
mostly used pretty standard English here. I've known these boys for awhile,
and they're good boys, for thirty-something year old boys, so I think these
stories are pretty truthful, or, at least, what they remember as the
truth. Jon Hold]



Chapter 11

Bedtime



I took Grandpa upstairs to show him my new bedroom and he thought it was
real nice. Then he reached down and patted my bottom, real gentle
like. "Don't seem like that there bed is very good though."

"Oh. It's just fine Grandpa. It works just plumb fine."

"Well, it just don't look like much more than an old wreck to me."

"Tell you what, Grandpa. Bill and Boo and me don't allow no clothes in our
bed. But if you want to strip down naked I could show you that our bed
works just fine."

"You reckon?"

"You bet, Grandpa. You wanna try it?"

"Well. Probably ought to check and make sure you're safe and all."

Clapping my hands, I yelled "Goodie" and started stripping my clothes off.
I was naked and jumping up and down on the bed before Grandpa even had his
shoes off.

"Your brothers and Mamma let you jump on the bed like that?"

I came down flat on my back and bounced a couple of times before coming to
rest. I rolled over on my side facing Grandpa and propped my head up on my
arm. "No. They get mad at me when I jump like that, but it sure is fun."

Grandpa shook his head at me like he still didn't believe I'd do the stuff
I'd do. "Well... Just don't forget that I'll paddle your bottom just a
quick as your Mama would."

I went back to bouncing. "Yeah. But I LIKE it when YOU paddle me, Grandpa!"

Shaking his head in resignation, Grandpa walked over to the bed and caught
me in mid-air and hugged me up against his now naked body. Sitting down on
the edge of the bed, he flipped me across his knees and immediately
commenced to giving me a spanking. It sorta stung like blue-blazes since I
hadn't had any spankings at all in a whole week but it sure proved that old
bed was strong enough for a boy to get a spanking on.  Grandpa only gave me
six or seven swats and then, shaking his head again, threw me onto the
bed. Laughing, I got up on all fours and wiggled my pink butt at him. He
took another swing at my butt but I scurried up to the top of the bed and
pulled down the covers and bedsheet and crawled under them. Holding up the
covers, I said, "Come on, Grandpa, It's nice in here."

He raised his hands, looked up to heaven and shook his head again like he
was asking for help in dealing with me. I giggled as Grandpa climbed into
bed with me. I let the covers down on top of us and then snuggled right up
to Grandpa, insisting that he wrap his arms around me. The bed warmed up
rapidly.

"Well. I guess you're right boy. This bed is comfortable."

I reached down and took hold of Grandpa's meaty whanger and started
caressing it. "Gee, Grandpa!" I said, "You don't even know if it works
yet. Shouldn't you test my bed to make sure it's okay for me?"

Grandpa looked down at me. "Damn, Boy. Sounds like you've been talking to
my boy Jimmy."

"Yes, Sir. I have. Uncle Jimmy says that the very best thing is to be
honest with people and tell them what you want. He said that I don't have
to be crude, but if I wanted my grandpa to fuck me that I should say,
'Grandpa? Would you please fuck me?'"

Taking hold of my head in both of his hands, Grandpa leaned down and kissed
me on the forehead like he had my daddy earlier. "You greased up, Boy?"

"Yes, Sir. Daddy told me to be ready if I took you upstairs."

Grandpa rolled me over on my back as he got on top of me and I never lost
hold as he rolled us over and his cock got rock hard.  I guided the rheumy
eye of his turgid boy pacifier until it snuggled up firmly, nosing into the
roseate bud of my boy slot. Grandpa rested his weight on his forearms and
looked down at me. "Is this how you want it to be, Jimmy-boy? Is this what
YOU want to be?"

"Oh, Yes, Sir. Uncle Jimmy helped me think things through and, at least for
now, I want to love the men in my life. And to have sex with them. Bill and
Boo already told me they'd teach me about sexing with girls, and Grandma's
teaching me about girl parts and where girls like to be touched and stuff,
so I'm not worried about that. I just know that I love it when you or Papa
or Bill or Boo or Uncle Jimmy make sex with me. When you stick yourself
inside of me it makes me feel wonderful all over. Uncle Jimmy says that
means that I can be a really good slutboy for our family."\

"Sounds like Uncle Jimmy talks a lot better now."

"I think you just have to be quiet and listen, Grandpa. Then Uncle Jimmy's
got a lot to say. He just doesn't use a lot of words to say it."

Grandpa just held my head like that and stared at me for a while. Then his
eyes got very soft and he said, "Out of the mouths of babes."

I wasn't sure what he meant by that, but I smiled at him.

"You think you could share sex with the rest of the men in the family?"

"I don't know Grandpa. Uncle Jimmy said that I'd just have to wait and
see. But I think I can, Grandpa.  Unless someone is really mean or nasty, I
think it would be fun."

Grandpa just smiled at me and asked, in a really polite voice, "Do you
think that maybe I could have an early rumatiz treatment, Grandson?"

Just as politely, I answered, "I think that would be permissible,
Grandfather. May I show you to the treatment room?"

I gently pulled on the shaft in my hands and, just as gently, Grandpa
followed my lead and entered my treatment room completely and filled it up
quite nicely.  I could feel the weight of him laying inside of me and knew
what I wanted to do. Using my youthful stomach, back and groin muscles, I
hugged Grandpa inside of me. Rippling my muscles I pulled at him and then
sucked at him. Grandpa moaned like he was in agony and I rippled
again. Grandpa just about doubled over and held on tight and pulled my hips
down, pulling and sucking at Grandpa's groinwart. Then my mouth opened wide
and I loosened my muscles as I reached up and took him all inside of me
again before clamping down on the base and complete length of the warm log
intruding so wonderfully into my innards.  Grandpa was right on the edge of
screaming as I reached up and clamped my little fingers on his stiff
titties and twisted them, HARD... as I sucked Grandpa's cock into me so
hard that I could feel it stretching and pulling at his asshole.

Grandpa's scream came out so high-pitched that I couldn't even hear it, I
just felt it hurting my ears.

In self defense, Grandpa jammed himself up into me as hard as he could,
slamming his whole body against mine. Pulling back with all his power he
managed to retrieve some of the length I'd stolen from him. Slamming back
up into me, he began to regain control. I tried to fight him, I wanted to
do the fucking and prove to him that I could be a good boy. But Grandpa was
Grandpa and he took control and made me love it.  He pounded my guts until
I was begging him to make me cum again and my dick wasn't even hard. It was
so exhausted that it just lay there, lolling around as Grandpa racked my
body with bruising thrusts over and over again. That really didn't matter
though because my cock hadn't had anything to do with my orgasms for the
last five or six. All of them were now coming from inside of me and I
didn't know how to describe to Bill and Boo and Grandpa how much more
intense they were than the orgasms I had with only my cock and balls.  In
any case, I kept urging Grandpa on and he kept driving me over the edge
into another orgasm before the last one was actually over.  The world was
out of control and I was seeing stars while the flashing comets of
Grandpa's spurting cum blasted me into the grandest orgasm of all.

Panting for air, Grandpa rolled off of me, leaving me their, lying on my
back with my hole wide open, leaking his juice and my juice all over the
bed. Dazed, barely aware of the world around me, I asked, "Well? Do you
think my bed works okay, Grandpa?" The last thing I remember was the sound
of Grandpa's laughter.

-----

OK. That's an interesting stopping place. I can leave this here, and feel
done with the project. Or I can continue telling the story.  Let me know
what you think.

Jon Hold

<jonhold@eudoramail.com>

PS, Yes. I do know that this is a cheap shot at getting some feedback. But
I also know that if I'm going to expend all this energy writing for you,
the readers, that I want to hear from you. Thanks, get fucked, suggestions,
whatever. Just so that I don't think I'm operating in a vacuum here.  Jon

PPS, You might consider that some of your favorite authors may feel this
way also.



Chapter 12

And the Night Went On



It was real dark when I heard Bill and Boo come up the ladder, whispering
and giggling together. I lay there all warm and muzzy feeling, enjoying
listening to them yack at each other and anticipating the pleasure of their
warmth added to mine in the big old bed. I heard Poppa climb up to the top
of the ladder and whisper a warning, "You boys keep the noise down, your
brother is sleeping!"

"It's okay, Poppa. I'm just waiting for them to come to bed."

Daddy climbed the rest of the way up into the room and walked over to the
bed. He bent over and kissed my cheek. "Thank you, Jimmy-boy. You made your
Paw-Paw feel real good this evening.

Holding back a yawn, I said, "That's all right, Poppa. I like making
Grandpa feel good." I rolled over on my back and held my arms up. "You want
me to make you feel good too, Daddy?"

Grinning, Daddy leaned down and kissed my lips real good, even giving me a
nice taste of his tongue. I was suddenly wide awake and eager for what I
wanted my Daddy to do. "Sorry, Sonny-boy. Your Momma is expecting a little
of that tonight and if I'm up here too long I'm afraid that she'll come up
here and give us all what-for. Poppa and I laughed at that, but real quiet
because we both knew we didn't want her coming up here.

"Bill! Boo! You boys come over here." Bill and Boo came over directly and
stood in front of Daddy. He gave each of them a real nice kiss and patted
their fanny's and then reached between their legs for a quick feel. "Aren't
you boys wearing your ball stretchers any more?"

Both boys reached out a hand and in the dim light from downstairs I could
see that they were holding their leather ball stretchers in their
hands. "We was just getting ready to put them on Poppa. We wear them every
night, just like Gramps said."

Poppa kissed them again and then took Bill's ball stretcher from him and
started milking his ball sac down so he could tie the leather into
place. Bill spread his legs for Daddy and just sort of moaned and groaned
in pleasure while Daddy stretched out his ball sac and strapped it up. Then
Daddy took Boo's from him and put it on too.  Boo was real proud of the way
his balls were getting real long and thrust out his hips so Daddy (and Bill
and I) could see him real good. Daddy felt both boys up real good. "Feels
like you boys need to talk to Grandpa about making you some new
stretchers."

"We been planning too, Paw." Boo said. "Bill ain't gonna need one because
mine fits him real good now, pulls him out nice and tight. But it's needful
that Grandpa make me a new one first."

Poppa patted their butts and then felt their dicks up real good.  "That
okay with you, Bill?" Daddy asked.

"Sure, Poppa. I know that Bill's probably gonna end up with longer balls
than me, but that's okay cuz my dicks gonna be bigger than his anyway."

"No way!"

"Is so!"

The argument abruptly came to a screeching halt when Daddy squeezed down
hard on the pair of nuts he was holding in each hand. Both boys gasped for
breath and put their hands down onto Daddy's and stood on their tippy-toes,
trying to keep him from squishing them again.

"That's enough squabbling." Poppa ordered.

"Yes, Sir!" the boys chorused.

"Good. Now you boys kiss me good-night and then I think it would be really
nice if you'd give your brother what he wants tonight."

Bill and Boo grinned and winked at me and said, "We will, Poppa." Then they
gave Daddy a really good kiss that ended up with all three of them locking
lips together while Daddy fondled their asses and they played with his
titties. Daddy got up from where he was sitting on the bed and gave me
another quick kiss and then held up the covers while my older brothers
hopped into bed, one on each side of me.

"You boys take care of each other now, you hear?"

"Yes, Sir, Poppa!" all three of us answered together, watching him climb
down the ladder and each of us wishing that he could have spent the night
with us.

When Daddy was clean out of sight, Bill rolled over on top of me, kissed
me, and then said, "You want some dick up your ass?"

I just grinned and wrapped my legs around his waist. My butt was still
slick from Grandpa, but Boo got down under us and sucked on Bill 'til he
was dripping wet. Then he held Bill's hard-on while Bill pushed up inside
of me. Bill gave me a quick, hard ride and then Boo gave me another just
like it. Bill climbed back on board and put a lot of energy into his second
fuck, really tearing my ass up good.  When he came I was worried that he
was going to do himself an injury.  He tried to talk, and I could hear him
wanting to tell me and Boo how good it was for him, but about all he could
do was make some funny noises and sound exactly like Daddy when he really
got going.  Teeth clenched and spit spraying out between his teeth as he
tried to breathe, Bill bent in half like a willow twig in a snowstorm. His
cock pulsed inside of me and I squeezed back at him as he hunched madly up
against my ass and tried to pound himself clean up inside of me as sweat
poured off of his body and his hot teen cock spurted and squirted and shot
slippery clotted teen juice into me as if his life depended on filling me
up completely. He went really rigid, and then collapsed, completely limp on
top of me. I thought he was done but then I felt his cock throb inside of
me and he went for the extra inning. Catching his cock on it's last effort
to ejaculate, he began to pound me in a frenzy of fuck thrusts that drove
my head right into the headboard of the bed and pounded the whole bed
against the wall like a steam locomotive on the long straightaway. There
wasn't any more cum, but Bill had caught the supersensitive after-cum
feeling in his cock just right and was keeping himself electrified with the
cum feeling by stimulating himself wildly in the clutching, cum slick tube
of my guts.

I held onto my brother and did everything I could to help him reach maximum
stimulation. His eyes finally opened, but they were all glazed over and
drool was leaking out of his mouth.  A really high pitched wail came out of
the back of his throat and a huge sucking sound came from my ass as his
three-quarters hard cock slurped out of my ass and he rolled off of me onto
his side of the bed. My best guess is that he was asleep before he stopped
rolling.

Catching my breath, I took out the towel I kept under my pillow and wiped
Bill down real careful to get as much of the sweat as possible off of
him. His patch of fine pubic hair was covered with white foam and a taste
test proved that some of his and Boo's cum had leaked out of my ass and
he'd beaten it into a froth in his efforts to fuck me through the wall. I
reached back with the towel and wiped some of the same froth off my
ass. Using my mouth, I cleaned off his pubic hair and then gently holding
his dick up with my hand I licked his wonderful cock as clean as I could
get it. Anything I did near his cockhead made him twitch and moan in his
sleep, so I put the whole thing in my mouth and just held real still as I
let the cum mixture melt away into my mouth. I double checked to make sure
he was all cleaned up, and then kissed him lightly on the lips and then
pulled the covers over him and laid back down.

"You really love him, don't you, Jimmy."

I rolled over and looked at my cousin Boo. "Yes, Boo. I really do love
Bill. And you too, you know."

Boo reached up and just barely touched the side of my face. "I just wish
that were true, Jimmy. The way you treat Bill is real special."

I rolled over on my side and scooted across several bare inches of white
sheet until I was right up against Boo's side. I put one arm across his
chest and hooked my leg up over his thigh. "I love you too, Boo. I really
do. I was so jealous when you and Bill would be together and not let me
play with you. But now you both treat me just like I used to see you treat
each other. I know that boys aren't supposed to say they love each other,
but I love you, Boo. Really and truly. You make me feel important and all
good inside. When you touch me I tingle all over and when you put your cock
inside of me I just don't ever want to do anything else. Is that love, Boo?
It feels like it to me, but you're the smart one. Tell me, Boo. I want to
love you --- and Bill and Daddy and Uncle Jimmy and Grandpa and..."

My question was cut off as Boo rolled over towards me and sealed my mouth
with a kiss. Even at my young age, it didn't take me long to figure out
that this wasn't the kind of kiss I was use'ta getting. Not like Mom
kissing me. Not even like the "You sure are sexy and I wanna get horny with
you" kisses I'd been getting lately. This was a new kind of kiss. One I
thought I just might get to like. It was a "I ain't going nowhere and I
really want to pay attention to you and have you pay attention to me and I
want you to understand how important you are to me and how I feel about
you" sort of kiss. I really started getting into it when Boo rolled that
fine, tight hard body of his over on top of me and held my face between his
hands so he could touch me and hold me while his lips and tongue made love
to me.

Boo scooched around a little bit until our dicks were laying comfortably
side by side between us. My legs came up and hooked over his thighs until
they lay there comfortably holding Boo in place as my arms went up around
him and I started rubbing my hands all over the hard, rippley muscles of
his back. I tried to kiss him back as good as he was kissing me and we soon
had a sort of natural rhythm going between us. My lips got really swollen
up and sensitive and I could feel Boo's lips getting the same way. I sucked
his tongue into my mouth and he groaned from deep down in his throat into
my mouth. I smiled deep down inside and Boo groaned again and ground his
groin into mine. I pushed back up against him and let him know that
wherever he wanted to go, I was ready to go there with him.

Boo rolled back off of me and I rolled with him, trying to stay in contact
with him and urge him on to even more exciting events. He just lay there,
stroking my face and running his fingers through my hair until I calmed
down and paid attention to him more sensibly.

"You know that even if we do have different mothers, our daddy is the same,
don't you, Baby?"

Now, I didn't, and don't, like being called "Baby". Not by my Momma. Not by
my Daddy. Not by nobody. And I let people know it too! But the way Boo said
it, the way it sounded coming from him... well, I decided that if Boo
wanted to call me "Baby", then that was just fine by me. Realizing that I
hadn't answered Boo's question, and that he was getting worried about what
I was thinking, I answered him, "Sure, Boo. Everybody knows that."

"Well... Do you think that... Well... Maybe. Uh."

"What, Boo?" I asked gently, a little confused about what he was trying to
say.

"Well... Do you think that, maybe, you could... Well, maybe you could sort
of think about me sometimes like I really was your brother? Like Bill, I
mean?"

I snuggled my head under Boo's chin. He really wasn't that much taller than
me, just enough so that it was comfortable for both of us to lay there like
that. I reached down and delicately took hold of Boo's man equipment. He
was so serious that he had gone soft and I liked the heaviness of his flesh
in my hand as he put his arms around me and held me while I felt of the
softly warmness of him. It was very dark, but somehow I could see the
fullness of Boo. I'd seen him naked lots of times. Swimming, bathing,
playing around with Bill or even having sex with him. Watching the smooth,
almost hairless litheness of his body. Watching even more closely the nub
sticking out from his groin. The nub that seemed to me to have been
transplanted from a full grown mans body. Darker colored than the rest of
him. Not smooth at all but gnarled and twisted by big veins and undulating
skin that laid loosely around his shaft even when it was hard. I loved the
very sight of Boo's cock. Now, here I was. Holding the cock I'd dreampt
about in my hands. Not only was Boo not rejecting me for "being just a kid"
but he was holding me while I held and felt of him.

"Do you realize that Bill's pecker and your's are almost exactly alike?"

"What?"

"Yeah. It's like Daddy made you two twins, between the legs I mean."

"Humm?"

"Oh. You don't look like twins with your clothes on. But you do look just
like brothers. Real close brothers. Like my big brothers... both of you..."

"Babe...?"

"Will you be my big brother, Boo? And let me be your little brother? Not
just when we're having sex. I mean all the time. Just like Bill and me only
if Bill says it's okay it'll be you and me and Bill?"

Boo took his chin off the top of my head and nuzzled at my forehead until I
lifted my face up to him. "Really and truly?"

I didn't say anything. I just put my lips up against his, really
lightly. Just barely touching in a chaste kiss that any brothers might give
each other. I felt Boo filling up and getting heavier and heavier in my
hands. I held onto his loose skin and slid it up and down his hardening
shaft.

Boo rolled me back over on my back and squished me with his weight. His
lips worked against mine and his hands came up to hold my head. My legs
pulled out from under him and I hooked my heels over his thighs, sliding my
feet down his legs until our lower bodies were intertwined. Boo continued
to kiss me like he didn't have anything else to do, nowhere to go and
nothing to think about except me. I was totally the focus of his attention,
and I could feel it like warm butter covering my body.

I relaxed into the kiss and let Boo totally take charge. He moved from my
lips and licked all around my mouth. My nose got in his way so he kissed
it, warmly, now wetly, now letting my nose enter his mouth and breathing
our warm air back and forth as his tongue explored up into his nares. His
intimate exploration of my body excited me immensely, but I let that happen
inside and remained eager, but pliable to his manipulation.

His tongue explored my eyes, washing and combing my eyebrows and cleaning
my eyelashes most thoroughly. I sighed deeply as his lips and tongue worked
their way across my face to my hairline where his nose nuzzled around and
he audibly inhaled the fresh sunshiney scent of my soft hair. When he
started working on my left ear that was the end of my ability to just lay
there and let him be in charge. His nibbling at my earlobes an
investigating my ear canal with his tongue-tip soon had me twitching and
then actively groaning and moving my head around to entice him into ever
more strenuous efforts to tongue-fuck my ear. By the time he had managed to
work his way back across my eyes and face to my other ear and drill it as
well, I was a bundle of nerves panting with excitement as I held him to me
with my legs and an arm across his back while my other hand held the back
of his head, crushing the thick mass of blond hair, forcing his mouth and
tongue against my ear.

For the first time, I noticed that the nose of his cock was pressing loose
folds of his foreskin against my boy hole. I smiled and adjusted myself so
that his boytool was pressing directly against my hole rather than at an
angle. Boo attracted, forced my attention back to his questing tongue as
his hands began to wander my body, discovering all the sensitive little
places and toying with my nipples until I was sure they were going to catch
on fire. Boo never did actually fuck into me. We just sort of kept a nice
feeling pressure against each other as we kissed and touched each other and
I sort of just gradually opened up and his foreskin just sort of got pushed
up inside of me, closely followed by the ram doing the pushing as the
rolling motion of his hardness inside of his looseness just sort of let him
slide out of his own skin trap directly into my warmer, wetter, more
stimulating skin trap.

We both sighed as we felt Boo's newly grown bush press against my still
completely hairless ass and our lips got busy as Boo slowly withdrew until
only the tip of his foreskin was trapped inside of me and then he woke us
both up as he actually thrust into me for the first time. I felt the power
of his drive and lifted my knees so I could open up completely to him,
offering him completely unrestricted access to my most intimate parts.

This proved to be the first time I was with another man and it wasn't
fucking. Neither of us was in search of any endpoint. We were exploring
each other, and ourselves. What different things felt like and what this
did and what if... All of it wonderful and never any hurry, no matter how
fast we were moving. Boo had me on my back and on my side. On my belly and
up on all fours and standing against the wall, both facing him with a leg
hooked up over his ass and leaning against the wall like I was being
searched by the police, except that Boo was holding my hips and trying to
frisk me deep up inside.

I got Boo over on his back and discovered that I could be dominant and in
charge of the sex, using my asshole the same way most men used their
cocks. It surprised both of us, the way I could be dominant and he every
bit as submissive as I'd been even though we still had his cock up my
ass. That didn't matter. I was in charge. I was the one controlling the
action. And Boo was feeling every bit as fucked as I ever had as we both
realized that sex is a state of mind. That the physical union only aids and
abets what we do with/to each other with our other, larger heads. I held
Boo down and kissed him as he had kissed me. Lips, nose, eyes, ears, line
of the jaw and nibbling at the chin. Licking his neck made Boo swell up
even larger inside of me so that I could ride him even harder.

Boo was rhythmically, softly demanding that I, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Harder,
Baby! Fuck me harder!"

I rode him until we were both sweating buckets and so close to cumming that
a breath of air could have set the both of us off. I slumped down on top of
Boo and just laid there until we had both caught our breaths and there was
no longer any immediate threat to our enjoyment of each other. In fact, our
near escape seemed to harden us from the peak event as Boo rolled me over
on my back and showed me that not only assholes can be in charge.

This wasn't sex. This was making love. And Boo made love to me that night
interminably, just as I made love to him and we made love with each
other. We lost track of time and the rest of the universe somehow and Boo
actually came inside of me several times, but didn't really let that make
any difference to our passionate encounter. He was just as capable of
screwing me with an orgasm sensitized erection as he was with a fresh, new
one. My cums were long, protracted affairs that started out deep inside of
me and, with Boo's careful nurturing, grew and expanded until they totally
enveloped my body and mind, fluids and electrical sparks flowing through
and out of my body at the same time as Boo worked me past any human
tolerance --- only to have me recover and return the favor --- in spades!

The sun was just barely coming up and Bill was leaning up on his elbow
watching us as the final crescendo washed over both Boo and I and we
collapsed into a pile of exhausted flesh. Bill got up and wiped us both
down with a wet cloth and then tucked us under the covers and told us not
to worry about our morning chores. We fell asleep with our arms wrapped
around each other and smiles on our faces.

Daddy came up later to roust us out of bed for school, but soon realized
how wasted we both were and told us to get some sleep, he'd have Bill tell
the teacher that he thought we might possibly be coming down with
something. Boo and I never actually woke up, and when Daddy told us too, we
just wiggled closer to each other and drifted back off to sleep.

We didn't wake up until after noon some time. We helped each other wash
from the wash basin and it seemed to take an awful lot of kissing and
fondling to get us into our clothes. Mamma had just got done making bread
and made us a couple of warm bread butter and ham sandwiches to take
outside with us. We wandered down to the barn and sat side-by-side on a
bale of hay while we ate our sandwiches and watched Daddy reset one of our
draft horses iron shoes.

Daddy finished up just about the time our sandwiches disappeared. He walked
over to us and asked us if we felt better now. We allowed as how we did and
he said that he'd heard Boo and I having sex all night and wanted to know
if my behind was okay. I got up and Boo helped me undo my pants and pull
them down so I could bend over and let Daddy see for himself. He pronounced
me fit and ready to pull a plow. I told him to kiss my ass, so he did, just
before slapping it hard enough to leave a handprint. I yelped and danced
away, trying to pull my pants up and duck away from any possible follow-up
at the same time. Daddy just laughed and fondled Boo's butt. I wasn't going
to miss out on any of that so I leaned up against Daddy and let him grope
my butt too while I finished fastening my pants.

"You know, Daddy. You have to treat Boo just like you do Bill and I now.
We don't want him to be our cousin any more. We want him to be our brother
and for you to be our daddy."

Daddy didn't say anything, he just slid his hands up our bodies and held
the backs of our heads while he slowly and carefully kissed each of us. His
hands found their way back down to our butts and he showed his immense
strength by lifting us both up onto his hips and walking out the back door
of the barn with our long legs dangling fore and aft. He carried us down to
the swimming hole and set us back down. Boo first, he undressed us just as
if we were little boys again. Then, while we watched, he stripped himself
naked in front of us and then invited us to inspect where we had come
from. I claimed his left ball as my original home and held it in my mouth
as Boo rubbed Daddy all over and finally claimed the lonely right ball as
his source. Daddy told us to let go because he had to go take a piss but we
refused so Daddy took hold of himself and started to pee anyway.

That got us to laughing and Daddy chased us into the water where Boo and I
ganged up on him. A lot of horseplay developed until Daddy finally lead us
out of the water by our hands. He got Boo down on his hands and knees and
then put me on Boo's back. Kneeling behind us, he proceeded to open both of
us up and start fucking from one hole to another, back and forth. Laying on
Boo's back and fucking into his spine while the both of us got fucked by
our father was an amazing experience, one that I hoped would be repeated
over and over. Daddy started cumming inside of Boo, but after his first wad
hit Boo's guts he pulled out and stuffed himself back into me just in time
for me to catch the second burst. Then it was back and forth, one after the
other, splattering inside of one boy only to splatter the other boy seconds
later.

We were both leaking cum from our reddened buttholes when Daddy finally
slumped to the ground and said, "Suck each other."

I slid off of Boo's back and we quickly turned so that we could get at each
other and Daddy was treated to the sight of two boys madly sucking and
licking at each other. Boo started cumming first, but I was right behind
him as we filled each others mouths with delicious boy cream. When we were
done and had licked each other clean, we crawled over and snuggled up, one
of us under each of Daddy's arms.

"Any question about you two being brothers?"

Tiredly, we both answered, "No, Sir!" before we all drifted off and took a
little nap, held and protected in the arms of our father.





Chapter 13

Boo Talks



Now, I know this is mostly Jimmy's story, he's always been the smartest of
any of us. Anyhow, I got some stuff ta say, an I hope Jon will help me make
sense. [Boo talks with a real heavy accent, whenever he bothers to talk at
all. I don't know about who is smartest. Jimmy and I will talk pretty much
nonstop for three days and then Boo will use three words to bring the whole
thing together and have it make sense. He might not say much, but when he
does, he has a lot to say. Boo is strong, quiet, peaceful, dangerous when
aroused, the best friend and the worst enemy a person could ever have. An
all-American kid. I respect the hell out of him. I'll do my best to write
as wisely as he speaks, but I doubt I'll be able to show his true
wisdom. Jon]

Anyhow, I want to try and tell you about Jimmy, the way I see him. First
thing is that he's the most loving guy I've ever known. I don't mean that
he's a sissy or anything like that. He ain't like that at all. He's always
been all boy. Full of mischief and just looking for someplace to get into
trouble. Like the time he turned all the pigs loose into the corn patch
because "They all looked hungry". Daddy liked to wore his butt off for that
one, but two days later he caught Jimmy harvesting armfuls of the partly
ripe corn and bringing it to the pigs. Daddy swore that the boy was going
to be the end of him and then whooped his bottom again. When he was done
Jimmy just told Daddy that he was being mean to starve them pigs that
away. Daddy just said that Jimmy was going to kill them pigs, overfeeding
them the way he was doing and that if Jimmy ever fed them pigs again
without permission Daddy was going to wear his ass clean off his
behind. Jimmy pretty much obeyed Daddy, but still snuck them pigs snacks
whenever he thought nobody was watching.

Ever since he was a little-bitty kid, Jimmy would crawl up into your lap
and hug and kiss you like he was afraid you might disappear. When he could
barely walk, he'd follow Bill and me all over the place. Crying and asking
to be picked up if we moved too fast or the ground was too rough for
him. Bill and me made like he was a pain in the ass, but always shared back
and forth letting him climb up on our backs and ride us to wherever we were
headed. Jimmy would play quietly by himself as long as Bill and I were
involved in some project of our own, but as soon as we started goofing off
or sat down to rest, Jimmy would come over to us and demand to be held and
touched.

Jimmy was a real good kid, never fussing or crying or messing stuff
up. That time that Bill had to go to that big city hospital to have his
'pendix out was awful though. Not only was I missing Bill, but Jimmy
wouldn't stop crying and fussing for six days until Bill come home. Then he
crawled up into bed with Bill where he put Bill's thumb in his mouth and
immediately fell asleep sucking on his older brothers thumb, holding onto
his wrist almost hard enough to cut off the blood flow. Daddy tried to
separate them so that Bill could rest, but Bill, only half awake, pushed
Daddy away and rolled over on his side and curled up around his younger
brother and held onto the kid who was still sucking on his thumb. They
slept like that for two days.

When they finally woke up Bill was feeling real good. Jimmy waited for Bill
to use the chamber pot and then made him get back into bed. Jimmy put on
his underpants and went downstairs and bothered his Momma until she made
Bill breakfast --- even if it was in the middle of the afternoon. Then
Jimmy made me carry the food and chivvied me until I'd carried it upstairs
to his big brother. Then he made me hold the tray while he crawled back up
in bed with Bill and insisted on hand feeding him. Bill fell right back to
sleep after eating, so maybe Jimmy was right. I got up to carry the tray
back downstairs but Jimmy stood up on the side of the bed and said
'Thank-you" and gave me a big hug and kiss before crawling back under the
covers with his big brother.

Like I said, the kid was really something. But, somehow, I wasn't really
ready for Jimmy's matter-of-fact intensity when he finally moved upstairs
"With the big boys."

Bill and I had always been pretty easy with each other and really enjoyed
being cousins, backing each other up in school against bigger kids and
having a lot of fun together. We helped each other with our school work and
did just about everything together. It was pretty much accepted that we
spent nights together, either at his house or mine, and that was fine with
us and we ended up pretty much making the attic at Bill's house our own. We
did lots of special "secret" stuff together up there so I wasn't totally
happy when the pest moved in with us.

It didn't take The Pest, which is what Bill and I called Jimmy, long to
change my attitude though. First off, he accepted that Bill and me had a
special relationship. He didn't want to break that up or cause any
problems, he just wanted to be a part of our relationship. Watching him
getting sexy with Bill, and seeing how excited Bill got made me realize
just how much he really loved his big brother. And then, when he had a fit
and demanded that Bill and I be brothers and quit fooling around calling
each other 'Cousin', well, I realized that just maybe I meant something to
the squirt too.

When Jimmy wiped Bill out so bad that the big stud rolled over and started
snoring I started laughing to myself about how such a little kid had plum
wore out his big brother. Only problem was that the next thing I knew my
arms were full of horny, wiggling kid demanding attention from me.

Now, Bill and me had been jerking each other off since before we could even
shoot cum. And when we found out about sucking and fucking, we gladly
helped each other out with that too. When Grandpa set me and Bill up with a
girl though, I realized that as much as I liked playing around with Bill
(and I had no intention of stopping), I really liked fucking pussy the
best. Didn't take Jimmy long to make me wonder about that though.

Bill and me had played the usual games with all the boys our age and older
at school and it didn't take us long to figure out that our dicks were a
lot bigger than any of our buddies except for a couple of our older
cousins. Seems like big dicks ran in the family.  Didn't make no difference
to Jimmy though. Right from the beginning, no matter how scared Bill and me
were about hurting him, he didn't have no trouble at all taking us all the
way, either in his mouth or up his butt.

Now, Bill and I got real horny together and had some fantastic sex
together. Getting really excited and shooting juice all over the place all
the time. And when we screwed that girl Grandpa set us up with, well, that
was about the best thing ever.  Bill and I both agreed that it was really
great to watch each other screwing her because it made us so horny for our
turn on top of her. When she let Bill poke her in the ass while I was
screwing her cunt, well, we just about went plumb crazy!

But Jimmy was the one who really taught me about sex. Now, I know! He
wasn't nothing but a kid, and didn't know shit about screwing. But Jimmy
didn't need to learn, he just knew. When he crawled into my arms like that
for the first time... Well, somehow he made me realize that as far as he
was concerned, I was a man and he didn't expect anything but the best from
me. And I reacted by being the best man I could be, right from the start.

He just cuddled up close to me and waited for me to take charge and let him
know what I expected. Deep down inside I knew, no questions needed, that I
was totally in charge and that Jimmy would do whatever I told or showed him
to do.  Somehow I moved right past horny when I realized that this strong
little kid was laying in my arms all flexible, warm and submissive, ready
for whatever I wanted to do. Well, that enraged me something
fierce. Jimmy's reaction was to play with my hugely swollen and aching
poker and tell me how wonderful he thought it was. Hey! Like any man, you
tell me how great I am, and I'll believe you!

And Jimmy not only told me, but begged me to let him kiss my balls. I told
him it was okay for him to play with my balls if he wanted too, but that he
had to be careful because they were really sensitive and I didn't want them
hurt.  Well, he handled me more carefully than he would have one of his
Momma's crystal glasses that she got for her wedding. I felt his little
fingers working their way around the back of my balls so I spread my legs
and he thanked me just like I'd just given him a real special birthday
present or something.

I'm telling you, there ain't nothing like having someone kneeling down
between your legs and kissing and fondling and making tender, gentle love
to your balls to make you KNOW that you're a man! And Jimmy was fascinated
by my balls. Handling them carefully with his gentle hands and then kissing
and licking all over and telling me how wonderful my balls tasted and now
neat they felt and complementing me on how big and heavy they were.  Like I
said, I'm willing to accept a compliment, and Jimmy made sure I knew how
impressed he was by my balls and my sack and my taste and how glad he was
that I would permit him to touch my balls and how grateful he was that I
was teaching him how to handle and kiss and lick a real man's balls.

He finally had me leaking so much that it was making a big puddle in my
bellybutton, rolling down my sides and making a mess of the sheets. I asked
Jimmy if he wouldn't mind paying some attention to my cock and he was so
happy that you'd have thought I'd given him a million dollars or a bag full
of aggies or something. He held up my big ol' wanger and stared at it like
it was the best present he'd ever gotten. Glancing up to make sure I wasn't
mad at him or anything, he leaned down and I saw the pink tip of his tongue
dart out and lick some of the juice out of my pee slit. He looked back up
at me like he wanted to know if that was okay. When I smiled at him he got
a big grin on his face and then went to work lapping up all the mess on my
dickhead.

He got that cleaned up except for where the new juice kept leaking out and
then, looking up at me again for permission, started licking up the drool
from my belly and sides. I'm pretty ticklish and he was trying to be real
gentle, his tongue just barely touching me as he lapped up my slick
juice. I couldn't hardly stand it, so I took a fist full of his hair and
pushed his face right into my belly so it didn't tickle any more. It didn't
take me long to figure out that Jimmy really liked me taking charge like
that and showing him where I wanted him to lick and how hard. Didn't take
long before I was guiding him all over my belly, lifting his head so that
he could keep my cockhead clean from time to time. I kept moving him so
that it felt really good to me and he seemed to really appreciate what I
was doing.

He got so excited that he was wiggling around like crazy, his little butt
bouncing around like a rabbit running from a hounddog. I put my other hand
down on his butt to help keep him still and it wasn't long before he looked
up at me and told me that if he did anything wrong it was okay if I spanked
him. He said that both Grandpa and Daddy spanked him whenever they thought
it was necessary, and that he'd be happy if I wanted to spank him too. I
grinned at him and patted his butt. He reached back and took hold of my
wrist and pulled my hand up and down several times, so that my hand swatted
his butt harder than I had.

"No, Boo," he said. "Don't just tickle me. Spank me good if I'm not doing
it right."

Still smiling at him, I swatted him some harder but he just said, "No,
Boo. Spank me for real if I'm not doing it right!"

Grinning at him, I gave him a swat hard enough that it stung the palm of my
hand. He just got a sort of blissful smile on his face and put his hand on
top of mine and pushed his face back down into my belly so he could start
licking me and sucking up my juice again. I realized right there that I now
knew why it had seemed like Jimmy was leading Daddy down to the woodshed
when Daddy had to drag either Bill or me to get us down there to blister
our butts when we got caught doing something wrong. The more I thought
about it, I realized that it seemed like Jimmy and Daddy had been spending
an awful lot of time down in the wood shed.

I laid there, holding tightly onto Jimmy's hair and swatting his butt every
time he didn't do exactly what I wanted him to do, or if I just felt like
swatting him again. The more I paddled his bottom , the more eagerly he
sucked at my juices. He finally looked up at me and told me that if I
wanted to, I could stick my finger into his bottom when he was doing things
right.

I put my finger up against his butthole and he opened right up for me. I
was really in charge now and Jimmy was totally eager for the way I was
treating him. My dick got so hard it was hurting and leaking about twice as
much juice as ever before. I couldn't take it much more and lifted his head
back up to my dick. As soon as I pushed on his head he quit licking and
opened up his mouth so I could push him down on my cock. It felt so good
when his hot little mouth closed down around the head of my dick that I
swatted him one good one to get him ready and then screwed my finger right
into his butthole.

Jimmy seemed to go crazy on my dick and the deeper I pushed my finger into
him, the more of my dick he sucked into his mouth, and then down his
throat. I couldn't hardly believe what he was doing, but kept screwing my
finger into him until his face was buried in my crotch hair and my dick was
completely inside of him. Nobody had ever sucked me like that before. Hell,
Bill was the only person who'd ever taken all of my dick before, even that
girl couldn't take all of what Bill and I had. But even Bill could only
take it all up his ass. He could only swallow about half, or maybe just a
bit more of my big wanger. But I couldn't take all of his either and
couldn't wait to see his face when Jimmy sucked him all the way in.

There was something really different about getting sex started with
Jimmy. I mean, different from anyone else I'd had sex with.  It was like
Jimmy didn't have any plans to go anywhere or do anything except be there
with me and do whatever I wanted to do. And it was like he knew what I
wanted to do before even I knew. Like, right then. I wanted to know what
sort of throat fucking Jimmy could take and just went ahead and found out.
There had always been something really special about Jimmy.  I mean, it was
like he always made the people around him feel good and special and
important.  Bill and me never really minded the way he wanted to hang
around us all the time, it seemed like he always knew when to NOT be there,
and then just not be there. Like when Bill and me were sexing each other,
Jimmy would watch, and seemed to really enjoy himself a lot. But anytime
Bill and me started to have sex with someone else Jimmy would always
quietly disappear, unless we had asked him to stay. Buddy said that Jimmy
just naturally had good manners, just like a cat, and always knew how to
make people feel special.

Like, right then, Jimmy was really making me feel special.  He made me feel
like my letting him touch me was the greatest gift I could give him.  I
stood there next to the bed with my cock sticking out like an iron post and
let Jimmy know that I expected him to touch me. And he did. Tentatively at
first. Like he might be afraid that I'd say or do something mean if he
touched me. His hands were so small compared to Bill's and mine. Like
little kids hands touching me so lightly that it almost tickled. At first
touching nothing but the hair on my legs. His trembling hands and the look
on his face told me that it was magical to him the way the hair grew out of
my legs.  His hands hovered over the surface of my legs, moving this way
and that. Making the hair lay smooth and then brushing against the grain to
make the stiff young hairs stand up and tickle the palms of his hands.  He
rested his hands lightly against my upper thighs and lifted his head up to
the level of my cock. Holding himself tensely in position, he looked up at
me beseechingly.

A new feeling washed over me. One I'd never felt before with anyone
else. Feeling like an irresistible wavecrest of new understanding, I knew
that I was suddenly a man. In charge.  Rampant and demanding and in
charge. I knew that because of my maleness, Jimmy was subservient to
me. There to do as I directed him and to serve me however I required. I
felt the power surge throughout me, overwhelming whatever boyhood fantasies
of male sexuality I might have had. I WAS a MAN! Jimmy was giving me my
manhood. Making me aware of what it was to be a man. No one else would ever
be able to give me this gift and tears filled my eyes with the emotions
that surged through me. Pride in my manliness. Knowing that my body was
hard and fit and capable of hard, sustained action. Seeing the size of my
manhood, knowing that it was so much larger than most other men's, no
matter their age. Feeling my hardness, the rigidity of my tumenescence and
knowing that this was a magnificent tool of pleasure and procreation. That
my throbbing balls were swinging low and heavy, full of the juices that I
produced and stored to salve the need of people like Jimmy and the women
that would crave my children. I WAS A MAN!

Clenching my ass, I jutted my rigid manhood forward until it arched over
Jimmy's face, making him lean his head backwards to watch me and to be
ready for me. His tongue unwittingly snaked out of his mouth and quivered
in anticipation as a glinting, crystal-clear web of precum spun down from
the parted lips of my cockhead to Jimmy's forehead. Jimmy blinked and
moaned in desire, begging me with his eyes to be allowed to service me.  I
pulled back until my cock was level with Jimmy's face and wrapped my hand
around the base of my hardness, leaving two-thirds or more of my swollen
stiffness sticking out beyond my hand.  I pulled my aching weapon to the
side and then slapped Jimmy across the face with it. Hard! Splattering my
pre-cum across his face and into his hair and eyes.  He moaned and his
mouth opened wide, tongue extended, ready and eager for my entry.  I needed
to know, and Jimmy needed to know who was in charge of this fuck before I
did anything else though.  So I grabbed a handful of hair to hold him in
place and beat his face with my penile bludgeon. Not to hurt him or harm
him, but to force him to totally submit to me before I began bringing
pleasure to both of us.

Jimmy willingly, and completely, submitted to my demands all too quickly.
He was to eager and had not actually learned his place of submission under
me for real. I continued to punish his face until he was crying and snot
was clogging his nose. Only then did I force my cock down. Into his mouth
and down his throat in one hard, driving thrust. Jimmy gagged around my
swollen cock and struggled for air, his nose clogged by snot and his throat
clogged by my fat cock. He refused to try and pull back, but let me hold
him in place as he struggled to swallow all of my cock while trying to gasp
for air and get his gagging under control at the same time. Later, he
thanked me for helping him learn how to control his gag reflexes, but right
then he was having one hell of a time to keep from puking, and it felt
great to me! I held his ears tight enough to keep his head from moving and
arched up on my toes, scrubbing his face with my bush while I was jamming
my pubic into his puffy lips. I was wired. Intense. In charge and demanding
his total acquiescence to my slightest demand. He responded by gulping and
I could feel him trying to suck on me, as impossible as that was the way he
was gagging.

My little brother finally got his gagging under control by reaching back
and grabbing my ass and forcing his throat even more solidly down around my
cock. I saw his eyes roll back and knew he must be about ready to pass out
from lack of air, but he clung to me in desperation, like he was afraid
that I was going somewhere. I had to pull back hard on his ears to get my
cock out of his throat and I thought he was going to suck the head right
off of my cock before I managed to pop it out of his mouth.

I grabbed a handful of hair on the top of his head and grabbed the base of
my cock with the other hand and slapped his face over and over, first one
side and then the other as he desperately sucked in air and tried to grab
my cock with his mouth again. I finally pulled his face into my groin to
keep him away from my over sensitive and ready to explode cockhead.  He
wallowed around in my crotch hair, slobbering all over me as he licked and
sucked and kissed my pubic hair and balls.  He was totally wild and out of
control, trying his best to satisfy my demands. I finally couldn't take it
any more and pulled his head back, my entire crotch tingling in excitement
as I guided my cock back down all the way to the bottom of his throat. He
accepted me without any resistance or gagging this time and I wrapped my
hands around the back of his head and went all the way up on my toes as I
started fucking his face harder than I'd ever fuck anything ever
before. This was fantastic. The faster I fucked, the louder he moaned and
the harder I fucked the harder he sucked on me and the more powerfully he
pulled at my ass, helping me to fuck even harder.

No stallion or bull was any more a dedicated breeder that I. No goat nor
rabbit more eager. Playing around with Bill was great! Learning from Daddy
(Grandpa) and Uncle (Daddy) Buddy was incredible! Having sex with Jimmy was
fucking awesome! Never before had I felt like this. No boy or girl, man or
woman had ever raised me to this peak, had sent me on fire like this and
let me loose to rampage and dominate as a male animal in rut will. There
was no power in me to hurt Jimmy. No need nor desire. I dominated him. He
accepted me. I controlled our physical union. He accepted my control. I
demanded complete entrance to his mouth throat. He opened wide and accepted
each thrust willingly. I'd write the right rite on his tonsils. He'd
swallow my slippery ink and digest my message willingly, eagerly, with a
full heart and deep desire. I was his stallion, his breeder --- the bull in
his china closet. He was an eager, skittish filly. A colt eager and bright
with young lust.  He was a boy eager, willing, demanding of my attention. I
was a young man in the pride of my manhood. Eager, demanding, powerful and
dominant. He submitted to me without doubt nor tremor. I took on my
responsibility with as much adult restraint as possible, but I'm afraid the
young stallion inside of me dominated our relationship --- and I KNOW that
neither of us minded.

I got Jimmy back up on the bed. On his back with his head over the edge of
the bed so that I could fuck straight down his throat.  My cock was heavy
and, unlike Bill's, straight --- with only a slight upward curve that just
made it fit better and made it easier to reach all the nooks and crannies
that I searched out so diligently. I leaned forward and took Jimmy's much
smaller cock and balls into my right hand, using my grip to hold up my
weight and to hold Jimmy down in position he way I wanted him .  Jimmy
never objected or tried to escape or relieve the pressure pulling down on
his privates. All he did was lean his head back further over the edge of
the bed and open up wide to accept my entrance. I took my wagging,
spit-slick cock in my left hand and guided it towards the gaping maw Jimmy
was providing for my pleasure and sex need.

The leaky, drooling head of my cock neared Jimmy's lips and he puckered to
kiss the evidence of my excitement. The instant I felt him touch me, I
immediately pulled back. A few repeats of this and Jimmy understood that he
was to remain open and receptive --- and NOTHING else. That *I* was going
to do the fucking and that ANY attempt on his part to take control would
result in me depriving him of what he so badly wanted. I could hear him
whining in frustration as I teased him and forced him to comply with my
rules.  I held my cockhead in the moist cavern of his mouth, feeling the
warm air leaving his tight, hard body, and the rush of cooler air as he
sucked in the life-giving fluid.

It was amazing how awesome it felt to have a warm, wet, wide-open mouth
just laying there. Waiting for me to use it however my lust drove me. I
took hold of the base of my cock so I could force it down so that the
swollen monster stuck straight out from my groin. Then I went ahead and
used it to test, and tease, Jimmy. To see just how much control HE had.
His muscles quivered and twitched with involuntary contractions whenever my
cockhead touched him, but Jimmy did as I'd trained him to do, and did his
best to hold totally still. Even when I decided to really test him. In one
long --- slow --- tantalizing plunge I pushed my cockhead into Jimmy until
my bush was squished against his still immobile lips.  I held myself in
place and used my hands to massage and masturbate my cock --- right through
Jimmy's throat. He had tears of frustration in his eyes, but he still held
still.

"Swallow! One time!" I ordered.

Jimmy swallowed. Once. One long, drawn-out and lingering swallow that
threatened to pull my cock out by the root.

I grinned. Still holding his throat, I started to fuck Jimmy's
throat. Long, slow fucking strokes with lingering, grinding, bruising
pelvic movements at the end of each solid stroke. My bush giving him a
goatee while my balls bounced against his eyes and my ball sack covered his
nose. Every third fuck or so I pulled back far enough to let him breath and
my sex partner, my little brother went right along with the program.  He
laid there, alert and willing, but totally passive the way I'd trained him
to be. Telling me with his whole body that he was willing to lay there and
be fucked by me just as long as I was willing and able to fuck him.

I don't know how long we fucked like that. Time really didn't enter into
it. I remember that at some point I said, "Suck", and he started
sucking. So softly at first I couldn't tell for sure if he was sucking or
if it was just my imagination.  He really sucked me in with his own brand
of teasing. And I fell for it; hook, line and sinker. He got me so focused
on trying to figure out what he was doing with his mouth that by the time I
figured out what was going on I was slam fucking his face as hard as I
could and his hands clenched my ass cheeks so hard that I had handprints on
my ass the next day for Buddy and Bill to see. Naturally they had to take
me over to Gramps house to show him and he just laughed and congratulated
Jimmy. That was okay though, because Jimmy and me were so into our fuck
that nothing else really mattered. Not then, not ever.

When I started to sperm, Jimmy stuck two fingers, one from each hand, up my
asshole and started pulling it open.  I had to clench so hard to keep my
turds from squishing out that I came twice as hard down Jimmy's throat than
I'd ever shot off before. I squirted one last time and fell to my back onto
the bed. Jimmy rolled over following me down, keeping me in his mouth. I
knew that I'd blown my load so hard that I wouldn't be able to recharge my
balls in a week, but Jimmy had other ideas.  Giving me no rest, no respite
at all, he worked my tingling, throbbing cock with his throat muscles,
keeping me on the edge of a final cum and driving me past all endurance. I
tried to push him off of me but he wasn't having any part of that! Holding
onto me with all his strength, which was considerable, he started working
my cock like he was dying of hunger and my cock was his only possible
source of food.

I could either scream for help, or fight back --- and there was NO damn way
I was going to scream for help.  I rolled over on top of Jimmy's face and
started fucking him as hard as I could. He wanted cock? Well, by God, he
was going to get all the cock he could handle. My painfully overstimulated
cock made me frantic and the harder and longer I fucked, the better it
felt. I couldn't believe it. I went past the crazed hurting of his sucking
on my poor cock and entered a land I'd never dreampt of before. It felt
like I was cumming the whole time I was fucking. It felt like I was pissing
and the piss was burning a new hole through my cock.  I was fucking so hard
that the sweat was pouring off of me and Jimmy was fighting for his
life... pulling at my body and sucking so hard that more blood than ever
before entered my cock and swole me up bigger than I'd ever been before.  I
was in pain. I was in glory. I was in heat and I was fucking like a madman,
needing every bit of stimulation I could get.  Jimmy's boner was right
there in front of my face and I latched onto it, sucking it straight down
my throat in one fell swoop (or swell foop, depending on your point of
view). Whatever! We were sucking and fucking at each other so hard that the
family joke about Bill being able to sleep through anything was proven ---
with Buddy as a witness. We'd woken him up and he'd come upstairs to check
on us and make sure we weren't killing each other. He laughed the next day
about how frantically Jimmy and me were fucking, rattling the old iron bed
all over the place, and how the whole time, Bill just laid there
snoozing. Dad, being real polite like, didn't hang around long, but he sure
thought that was funny.

We started squirting at the same time and later Jimmy told me he was afraid
I was going to suck his dick right off of him while he was shooting in my
mouth. Well... That's okay... because it was MY turn to teach my wise-ass
little brother a lesson!

Jimmy was still quivering and hunching when I twisted him around on the bed
so that his head was on the pillow. I moved up right after him, looming
over him like some sort of primal beast with a lust drawn face and a
swollen and discolored cock bulging from my loins. Jimmy's look of dazed
puzzlement turned to shock when I grabbed behind his knees with my hands
and hooked his heels up over my shoulders. I moved forward, rolling his ass
up towards me. In desperation, he tried to escape but I grabbed the muscle
between his neck and shoulder in my teeth and held him in place while my
bouncing and now almost totally numb cock found the entrance it was
seeking.  I held Jimmy in place with my clenched-teeth grip on the side of
his neck and the nose of my cock pushed against his clenched, pulsing hole.
I took his upper arms in my hands and pinned him to the bed like a small,
furry animal. Letting go with my teeth, I reared up and looked directly,
deeply into his eyes.

"You're mine!" is all I said.

My lips covered his and my tongue entered his mouth at the same time and
speed as my cock entering his guts. Jimmy howled into my mouth but I just
sucked up his spit and ground my pubes into his hot, tight little ass until
his noisemaking changed into desperate sucking and pulling at my tongue and
inflamed cock. Grinning against his mouth, I let go of his arms and dropped
to my elbows, letting a good part of my weight crush him into the bed and
hold his legs up parallel with his body as I started to screw him with my
fuck numbed cock. In no time Jimmy had his arms up around me, feeling me
and pulling me to him while he struggled to suck on my tongue and work his
totally exposed ass on my constantly fucking stick. Jimmy was as desperate
to get fucked as I was to fuck him, and I had no intention of disappointing
either of us.

I had to reach down and slap Jimmy's ass and bite his tongue a few times to
make him understand that I was the one fucking him and that he would do
exactly what I wanted him to do, no matter what! Jimmy didn't really
object, he was just testing the waters and discovering the limits of how
far I'd let him go, and how far I'd go myself. I left him with no doubts
that I'd paddle his ass just as hard, or even harder, than Buddy every
spanked any of us, and he accepted that, and even egged me into giving a
few short demonstrations while I fucked him. I got the idea that once he
was turned on, spanking Jimmy just turned him on even more. I don't think
he was one of them masochists or anything like that, he just enjoyed the
extra stimulation and excitement.

I put Jimmy in lots of positions and fucked him a lot of different ways,
but I've already gone on way too long about this.  I guess it's enough to
say that it seemed like one or the other of us was always coming at some
time or another and I never quit fucking and he never quit working his body
up against mine until I noticed Bill watching us and realized that there
was enough sunlight coming through the window so's that he could see
whatever he wanted to see. At some time during the night Jimmy had worked
his legs down around my waist and just then I was up on all fours with the
runt hanging from my belly like a baby monkey --- a baby monkey that was
getting ass-pounded by his big brother monkey. I was in desperate need of
another cum that I couldn't quite get too, hunching like crazy and drooling
spit and dripping sweat all over the place.

Bill just laid there on his side under the covers with his head propped up
on his bent arm and a big, stupid grin on his face. From the movement of
the covers I figured he was playing with himself while he smirked at me
like he thought Jimmy had whipped my ass or something. To prove he was
wrong I fucked Jimmy even harder, but I just couldn't bust a nut.

I heard a noise from behind me and looked over my shoulder. Buddy was
climbing up the ladder and coming into the bedroom. He walked over to the
bed and put his hand on my sweaty back.

"You guys still at it, huh!"

I dropped the ear I was chewing on out of my mouth and panted out, "Yes,
Sir."

"Dick real numb?"

I just nodded, 'Yes'.

"Can't bust your nut?"

Shaking my head, but still hunch fucking Jimmy, I almost started to cry,
"No, Sir."

"No problem!" And with that he slid his hand down across my back and cupped
my ass in his big, work-hardened hand and slid one of his big ol' fingers
right up my shit chute. Rolling his hand over he pushed hard on my gland
and I started cumming like there was no tomorrow. Jimmy hung on like a
leech and rode me like I was a wild bucking bronco. Buddy kept pushing on
my button and I kept cumming and Jimmy was squirting against my belly and
his hole was clenching so tight that my dick was burning like crazy but no
way was I about to stop, or even slow down.

I don't know what happened.  I'd shot my nut, slimed Jimmy's guts real
good. My nuts were pulled up tight and hurtin' like a mother fucker. My
asshole was grabbing and milking at Buddy's finger, trying to get him to
fingerfuck me but good. My hips, exhausted as I was, still kept up a
frantic hunching, trying to hard-fuck Jimmy's wide-open asshole with my now
totally numb dickstick. I was crying, I was trying to fuck Jimmy so good
and I couldn't feel my dick any more and I couldn't feel the inside of his
ass any more.

Buddy started stroking my back, trying to calm me down. Jimmy just accepted
whatever I did. We had managed to establish that I at least played the top
role in our sexual relationship and to me that meant that I had to satisfy
Jimmy, but I was everything but totally exhausted --- and Jimmy seemed like
he could go on forever, but I was dying...

Buddy finally got me quieted down enough that he could roll me off of Jimmy
and down on the bed where I just laid there, dick throbbing and gasping for
air.  Jimmy turned his back to me and snuggled up against my belly, letting
my twitching member slide up inside of him .  Jimmy didn't try to do
anything beyond just staying close to me as Buddy kept stroking my side and
back as he talked quietly and calmly to me. I felt movement at my back and
Bill snuggled up against my back , skewering me the same way I had Jimmy
skewered. He didn't try to fuck me or anything. Just laid there being close
and helping to calm me down. Buddy sat down on the side of the bed and
leaned across all three of us, propping himself up on an arm that arched
across the three of us.

"Daddy"" I heard.

"Yes, Jimmy?"

"We talked about it and we don't want Boo to be our cousin any more. We
want him to be our brother!"

"Bill?"

"Yeah, Daddy. Boo's your son also, and we want him to be our brother
too. Forever and forever!"

"Boo? What do you want?"

Well, I was too fucked up and emotionally wiped-out to do much more than
tighten my arms around Jimmy and hold on as tightly as I could."

"Close enough," Buddy said, smiling.  He leaned down and kissed me on the
cheek. "My Son!" And then lifted my face and kissed me right on the
lips. "My Son! My baby boy!" Daddy pushed back up, tears glinting from his
eyes in the morning sunshine as he looked down, ever so proudly. "My Three
Son's" he said, his voice filled with pride.

Bill snuggled in closer from my back, wiggling his dick as far up my ass as
it would go. At the same time, Jimmy snuggled back on my own cock, the two
of them trapping me between them as if they never meant to let me go. I
knew right then that one day I would make millions of dollars producing a
really popular television series that I'd call, "My Three Sons". Just as
soon as they invented television, that is.



Chapter 14

Back with Grandpa



The afternoon was getting on when Papa got Boo and me up and moving
again. He led us down to the water and dunked us to clear out the cobwebs.
Then he led us, sputtering and wiping the water out of our eyes, over to
the big slab of rock that jutted out over the pool. He took a bar of
homemade soap out of the little wooden box that had been there ever since I
can remember, and probably for a lot longer than I've been alive. Daddy led
Boo over to shallow water by the sand spit and washed him up real good. Boo
got a hard-on, but not a real serious one. Just one of those 'Gee I feel
good' sort of hard-ons, not one of those 'Where's a hole, I need to fuck
something' hard-ons. Daddy bent him over and washed his butt real good and
then told him to go rinse off and called to me to come to him. I got up
from where I was soaking neck-deep in the water and let Daddy wash me
too. I found out why Boo had gotten a hard-on. Daddy was real good at
washing boys. He made my whole body feel relaxed and wonderful. His hands
slid in soapy bubbles all over my body, being just as casual about washing
my butt or balls as he was any other part of my body.  Just as I started to
get horny instead of just feeling good, Daddy gently patted my bottom and
told me to go rinse off. The cool water helped me calm down.

When I came back up to the surface from rinsing off I could see soap
bubbles floating away towards the small dam that enlarged the natural pond
that was our swimming hole and I also saw Boo washing Daddy. I went over
and got Daddy to sit down on the sand spit so that I could reach to help
out. Boo and I swapped the soap back and forth and you couldn't have wiped
the smile off of Daddy's face with sandpaper. He took deep breaths and
sighed a lot, letting us know how much he was enjoying having two of his
boys wash him down. He also let his hands roam between our legs a lot and
seemed to really enjoy that too until Boo and I moved down and each of us
lifted up one of his legs to wash his feet and legs.

Once we were done with everything that we could reach above water we rolled
Daddy over until most of the soap was washed away and then had him stand
up.  Boo got Daddy to spread his legs apart pretty wide and started washing
his butt real good. I decided that I wanted to wash Daddy's front and knelt
down in front of his heavy swinging Daddy meat. Boo had the soap so I
decided to make do. I took hold of Daddy with both hands and pushed his
loose foreskin back until his blushing bride pleaser was exposed to the
full light of day. Then I promptly hid it again, using my tongue
energetically to wash the head of Daddy's cock while the dark cave of my
mouth protected the sensitive knob from the sunlight. I found out that I
needed to take him out of my mouth to wash properly behind the flair and
while I was at it I used my tongue to wash all up and down his pretty much
swollen up shaft. When I got down to the base I gave his hair a pretty good
washing and thinking, 'What the hell', went ahead and washed his balls with
my mouth as well. While I was pulling down with his balls in my mouth I
heard Daddy moaning and saw that Boo had his hand pretty much out of sight
up inside of Daddy's ass, washing him out with a vengeance.

Daddy started pulling at my head and I just barely managed to get Daddy's
cockhead inside my mouth before he started shooting. I got the first shot
all to myself, but pulled back and made room for Boo when I saw him coming
around Daddy. We shared the rest of Daddy's orgasm with both our mouths
plastered to the head of his dick. Daddy finally pushed us away and told us
to quit pestering him before we sucked the damn thing right off. We tackled
him and knocked him down into the deep water and he durn near drowned us
while we were wrestling. He finally chased us out of the water and then
followed us up onto the bank. Both Boo and I had real big hard-ons, but
Daddy told Boo not to fiddle with his because he had a special present for
him and Bill that evening and wanted to make sure he had plenty of
juice. Boo whined a bit, but shut right up when Daddy threatened to give
the present to Bill all by his own self.

When we finished dressing, and Boo and me managed to get our pants closed,
if not exactly normal looking, Daddy told Boo to take me over to Grandpa's
and to make sure that I got to Grandpa as horny as possible and without
cumming. I started to protest that I had been to Grandpa's by myself lots
of times and didn't need nobody to show me the way. Daddy looked down at me
from way up there and asked me if I didn't want Boo to be my big brother.

All of a sudden-like, I didn't feel so good. Sort of scared and insecure,
afraid that Daddy was going to say Boo couldn't be my brother. I didn't
actually cry, but my eyes got full of tears so's I could hardly see and my
chest felt something awful inside. I guess I sort of forgot how old I was
because I stuck my thumb in my mouth and started sucking on it like I did
for security years ago. Boo took my hand and said, "Don't worry, Uncle
Buddy. I'll take real good care of him."

"I ain't yer' Uncle Buddy, boy."

Boo and I both caught our breath and held it. I could feel Boo trembling
something fierce.

"I'm yer' Paw, Boo. Just the same as I'm Bill's Paw and Jimmy's Paw. Some
reason you don't want me to be your Daddy any more?"

"No, Sir." Boo gasped out. "I wanna be your boy more than anything."

"More than you want that boy to be your brother?"

I was crying for real now and could barely see Boo as he turned to look at
me and finally looked back at Daddy, darn near crushing my hand he was
holding on so tight.

"No, Sir. Reckon I want Jimmy to be my brother pretty powerful, and Bill
too. But if they're going to be my brothers, ain't you gotta be my Pa?"

Daddy looked real close at Boo. Real close. Then he looked to me, "Don't
you never let go of your brother, boy. Don't you never let go of my son,
you understand!"

Crying, and sucking my thumb I couldn't say much, but I nodded my head
'Yes' and Papa smoothed my hair down with one hand while wrapping his other
hand around the back of Boo's neck. "Don't neither of you boys ever
misdoubt that you are my boys. Don't never! And don't you never believe
that you ain't brother's neither. Cain't nobody say no different, you
hear?"

I just nodded 'Yes' again but Boo said, "Yes, Sir. We won't never
forget. Not never.  Not Bill neither, Si...  er... Daddy."

Daddy held the back of Boo's neck and bent over and kissed him, right on
the lips, just like he always did Bill and me. He ruffled my hair, mussing
it up worse than it was when he started smoothing it and told me to mind my
big brother and to mind Grandpa real good to or he'd blister my bottom.

I looked up at Daddy and he got down on one knee and hugged me to him real
strong-like. "Don't you worry none about Boo. I'm going to keep him plenty
busy this weekend and you need to think about taking care of your
Grandpa. You've been doing him a world of good and all of us are right
proud of you. Now, let your brother take you over there and we'll all see
you on Sunday, okay?"

I took my thumb out of my mouth long enough to give Daddy a hug and a big,
sloppy kiss on his beard-rough cheek. Then Daddy patted my butt and I put
my thumb back in my mouth so Boo could lead me off toward's Grandpa's. It
felt good being like a little boy with my big brother.

And that's just exactly what Boo was too. I figured out later that Daddy
was no dummy. That walk from the swimming hole to Grandpa's sealed Boo and
me being brothers. We never again questioned it. I remembered Bill leading
me around by the hand when I was a little kid, making sure I didn't get
hurt or into any mischief.  If he needed to use both his hands, he made me
hold onto his shirt-tail or the opening on the side of his overalls. He
wasn't never mean about it, he was just being a big brother and taking care
of me. I always had a special feeling when Bill was watching over me like
that. Like I was real special or something. I got that same feeling with
Boo during that walk. He was careful that I didn't trip and made sure I had
the good part of the path under my feet.  I felt loved and protected and
very, very special. Boo told me later that me being a little kid like that
made him feel like big brother and very special his own self.

When we got over near to Grandpa's, Boo stopped and made sure my clothes
were all adjusted properly and licked his palm and used it to smooth down
my hair. He rubbed between my legs and juggled my little weiner around to
make sure it was as stiff as possible while he used his tongue to give me a
real special big-brother kiss.

"You need to go potty?"

I shook my head 'No'.

"You be real good for Grandpa and don't cause him no fit's now, you hear!"

I nodded 'Yes'. Boo took my hand again and kissed my cheek real gentle
like, and then led me into Grandpa's house.

Grandpa was sitting in his rocker on the summer porch and watched us come
up the stairs and open the screen door. "What you two boys up to?" he
asked.

"We come to ask if it was okay for Boo to be my brother all the time
now. Pa say's it's okay with him and Bill and me don't want to have to
pretend he's our cousin any more.  We want him to be our brother and live
with us all the time now."

Grandpa just sat there and stared at us for a bit. Then he stood up and
took Boo's hand just like Boo had mine. I think Boo'd have put his thumb in
his mouth too if I hadn't had hold of his hand.  Grandpa led us into the
house and upstairs to his bedroom.  He picked me up and sat me down in the
chair nobody was supposed to sit in except him and told Boo he could go
ahead and let go of my hand. He did and then Grandpa stripped him totally
naked and sat him down on the big old featherbed. Grandpa stripped down
completely naked too and then crawled up in bed with Boo.

I sat there and watched, thumb forgotten but still in my mouth as Grandpa
put Boo down on his back, lubed both of them up and then screwed Boo like
there wasn't going to be no tomorrow. Boo hollered like he was going to
heaven while Grandpa pounded his ass to mush. Grandpa must have shot about
a gallon of cum up inside of Boo cuz there was a lot leaking out of his ass
when Grandpa told him to get up and head home. Boo reached for his clothes,
but Grandpa stopped him.

"I bought them clothes, Boy. You get on home naked. If your Pa wants you to
be dressed, HE'll give you some clothes."

Boo hesitated, holding his overalls in his hand. Then he dropped the worn
pants and stood all the way up, tall and proud. Winking at me, he blew a
kiss to Grandpa and walkout of the room, regal as he could be, headed for
is home and his daddy --- with Grandpa's cum leaking down his leg!

When we heard the screen door slam behind Boo, Grandpa and I grinned at
each other and he motioned for me to join him on the bed. Grinning around
the thumb in my mouth I "toddled" over to the bed beside where Grandpa was
laying and just stood there, sucking my thumb and looking expectantly at my
grandpa.

He got the idea and got a big grin of his own at the same time as he sat up
on the side of the bed and reached for me. Treating me just like when I was
a little bitty, he stripped me down buck naked, taking his time and talking
to me about what good a boy I was and how proud I should be of my big
brother for taking care of me and being such a good boy himself. I really
was proud of Boo, and proud of my Grandpa too. In fact, by the time Gramps
got done feeling me up and taking all my clothes off, about the only part
of me that wasn't proud was my balls, and they were just hanging low,
waiting their turn.

Grandpa treated me real special that weekend. He focused all his energy on
me and made me feel like the most important person in the world.  For me,
my whole world was Grandpa.  I lived and breathed, ate and drank, thought
and acted teetotally in response to whatever Grandpa wanted. He knew every
part of my body and knew how to treat me so that I was always moving from
one emotional height to another. I was dazed and dazzled, warm and loved
and cared for and all I wanted out of the universe was that this weekend
never end.

Sunday afternoon, late, Grandpa had me down on my back in his big
featherbed and was fucking my ass so good that I was nearly exploding with
pleasure. He'd fucked and sucked and stimulated me so perfectly that
weekend that I was euphoric, bedazzled, overwhelmed with the manifold
sensations of pleasure --- and yet riding the crest of the continuous wave
of pleasure Grandpa had created and nurtured.  Then it seemed as if Grandpa
was heavier, much more solid and hard muscled and considerably more
vigorous in his pounding of my well-used boycunt. I sucked his nipple hard
into my mouth to help me hold onto his vigorous riding of my eager
frame. My eyes, glassy, opened and seemed to notice that Grandpa's chest
didn't have white hairs any more... and then Grandpa shrank and didn't have
any chest hair at all and he was making noises just like Billy did as he
vigorously rode me through two more climaxes that I didn't know I had in
me... and then I noticed that Grandpa had smaller, strong hard lithe
muscles and that he kissed me just like Boo did as he most carefully reamed
out the slick channel of my love chute, pumping a steady ooze of
accumulated cum from deep inside of me.

I started laughing as my eyes cleared a bit and I saw Grandpa and Daddy and
Bill scattered around me in Grandpa's bed watching Boo getting me primed
and ready for my last waltz of the evening with Grandpa. Boo saw me come
out of my euphoric daze and laughed with me in joy as we both came together
--- our spirits and bodies erupting in a symphonious paean of mutual
delight and joyous pleasure. Eagerly, Boo pulled Grandpa over to us and
urged him to, "Share my brothers magic with me." They traded places with
each other without missing a beat and I could see how each of them had
managed to share me without breaking the spell. Now though, I knew I had my
Granpa back and I wanted him to finish what he'd started --- and he did!
Seems like the only thing Grandpa liked better than making fantastic love
to someone was making fantastic love to someone... with an audience. And my
audience approval went straight up through the ceiling, as did my screams
of pleasure as Grandpa took me for a final ride through the vales of glory.

When they could finally pry me loose from Grandpa, Daddy carried me in his
arms into the shower that I loved so much and all four of them washed me
and caressed me and told me how special I was and how much they loved me. I
was so wrung out that all I could do in return was smile and try to kiss
and touch them whenever I could.

Boo carried me all the way home piggyback and Momma made us hot cocoa. Bill
and Boo and me jabbered about what we were going to do for summer vacation
(besides help Daddy with the farm, of course) and Daddy just sat there and
sipped his cocoa, holding Momma's hand and smiling at us boys. I was pretty
tired by time I finished the cocoa so Boo and Bill helped me upstairs and
we all stripped naked. My two older brothers tucked me into bed in-between
them and refused to let me get any games started. All of five seconds
later, I was sound asleep and didn't wake up until the sunlight --- and
Bill poking me in the ass with his morning piss wood --- woke me up.
Grinning, I lifted my leg to let Bill in and Boo soon offered me something
to keep my mouth busy. Somehow I just knew I was going to really enjoy
having two big brothers.



Chapter 15

And Up the Hill Again



What with taking care of Grandpa and getting settled in with Boo and Bill
and the end of school and all, it was over a month before I had a chance to
go see Uncle Jimmy again. Me and Bill and Boo snuck off after chores and I
explained what I wanted to try and do and they became my enthusiastic
conspirators. I went to Momma and asked permission to go visit Uncle Jimmy
again and she told me to go change my clothes and that she'd have some
Johnnycake and canned goods and whatnot for me to take up the hill with
me. Knowing Momma's ways, I put on my best work shirt and overalls and ran
out to the barn and put the harness on George. Nasty and mean, George was
not a goat to mess with. He'd butt anyone and if he could get you down he'd
trample you but good. But he kept the Nanny's all pregnant and Daddy
wouldn't get rid of him, no matter what anyone said. Besides, I really
liked George and he sorta liked me. Maybe because I was always bringing him
thistle flowers and such that he really liked, or maybe because I'd sneak
him in with the Nanny's whenever Daddy would lock him out for some reason.

By the time I got back up to the house Momma had a stack of stuff for Uncle
Jimmy that I wasn't sure even George could carry up that hill. Anyway, he
gave me a look that made me think about being real careful to not turn my
back so George could get a shot at my skinny butt. I made up a pack and
filled two gunny sacks and strung them across George's back and got us
going before Momma could add even more stuff. I had to drag George to get
him going, and he bleated and drug his heels every step of the way until I
got behind him and threatened to kick him in the balls, at which point he
pretty much chased me up the hill.

I dropped George and my packs at the door of Uncle Jimmy's cabin and took
off George's halter and harness and turned him loose to search out thistles
and mustard and such from the meadow grass. He'd eat his fill and then find
his way back to his nanny's, and probably drive Daddy crazy with his
bleating until he was let in with them.

I didn't see Uncle Jimmy around anywhere, so I took everything I'd brought
into the house and put it on the plank table. Then I went looking for my
Uncle. I was headed towards the bathing place when I heard an odd noise
from the cow shed Uncle Jimmy and I had fixed up for the little Jersey
cow. I peeked through the open door and there was the sweet tempered,
doe-eyed Jersey, calmly eating hay from her manger as if there was nothing
on the earth to interest her besides chewing on that sweet timothy
hay. Which, if you stop to think of it, was kind of strange seeing as how
Uncle Jimmy was standing naked behind her giving her cow pussy what-for as
hard as he could.

I couldn't help it. He looked so funny, huffing and puffing like that with
the elfin cow just nonchalantly chewing her hay. I just had to giggle, and
he spun around, his big ol' dick whipping out of her slimy pussy and
swinging dangerously through the air as he spun around in surprise at the
noise. The look on his face was so funny that I broke out into loud
laughter. He got all red-faced and then waggled his finger at me like Momma
did when she wanted to paddle me. I just laughed even louder until he
lunged for me. I turned and tried to run away but Uncle Jimmy was all over
me like flies on fresh dog poop.

He started to pull my pants down but I grabbed hold of them and tried to
stop him. I was laughing so hard I could hardly hold onto myself, much less
my pants.  Didn't take Uncle Jimmy no time to strip me buck nekid and I was
still laughing and trying to fend him off when he tossed an empty gunny
sack down across a bale of hay and laid me down on my back with my legs up
over his arms.  "Now you be like cow!" Uncle Jimmy sputtered.

Well... Not exactly like the cow. I mean, Uncle Jimmy's ol' pecker was
still slick from the cows pussy, so it slid into me without any trouble at
all, even big as it was. But did you ever try to chew hay and keep a bored
expression on your face with 300 pounds of hard muscle pumping a foot of
stout man meat up your ass? Well, I have! And let me tell you.. it's
fucking impossible if you ain't a cow!

Course, Uncle Jimmy wasn't mean about it or nothing like that. He was just
real happy to see me again and pretty soon he was laughing too and teasing
me about keeping a bored look on my face or he'd take his dick out and go
back to Bossy. Well, that got me kind of serious, because I wasn't letting
nobody, cow or no cow, have the dick I wanted so bad. I got to work and
wasn't long before Uncle Jimmy plumb forgot about that damn cow and got
down to some serious fucking himself. That dirty old gunny sack was full of
chaff and God knows what else and I could tell I was going to be itchy as
hell when Uncle Jimmy was done, but I figured I knew just the guy to
scratch my back for me, so I didn't worry about it but got busy taking care
of the man who was, literally, giving me his all.  The man might not have
been real bright, but he could have taught a graduate course in fine and
fancy cop-o-u-lay-shun.

Uncle Jimmy had fucked me just about senseless when I couldn't take it any
more and started squirting all over his belly and chest. That plus the
feeling of my insides spasming tight all around his pecker brought the big
stud off right behind me and we both were wailing and howling and huffing
and chuffing and puffin' something fierce.  Uncle Jimmy collapsed on top of
me and I looked over to the cow. Uncle Jimmy looked too and we both broke
out laughing. That cow was chewing her cud and looking at us like we was
both crazy.

Uncle Jimmy got off of me and picked up my clothes and then picked me up
and sat me on his hip. He asked me how everyone was and walked me down to
his cabin. I told him that everyone was fine and how much everyone enjoyed
his gifts and how my littlest brother had cried and cried that night
because he didn't want to go to bed, he wanted to go live with his Uncle
Jimmy. We laughed about that and were still laughing when we got to the
well. Uncle Jimmy washed me off and then I did my best to help him wash
himself. We got pretty clean and went into the house before we froze in the
cool evening breeze. I got up on the hearth and baked the goosebumps off my
skin while Uncle Jimmy tisk-tisked and allowed as how Momma shouldn't spend
good money on him like that as he put the canned goods up on the
shelf... all except a can of peaches that he opened right off and shared
with me. We grinned at each other and laughed like a couple of kids in the
honey jar, knowing we was gonna get a lickin', but enjoying it even more
cuz we was cheatin'.

Uncle Jimmy fixed a real fine dinner and we ate real good. Afterwards, we
cleaned up and then had a piece of that Johnnycake each. We was sitting
there, just digesting, when I figured I'd best just ask my question
straight out.

"Uncle Jimmy?"

"Yes, boy?"

"Can I ask you a question? Serious like?"

Slow thinking Uncle Jimmy chewed that one over a bit. Then, "Lil'
Jimmy. Any time you need to ask me, you ask! You're kin. We ain't got no
secretes. Okay?"

"Yes, Sir. I didn't mean nothin' mean by askin'. Really!"

"Didn't spect as you did. Now, what's your question?"

"Is you still mad at my Daddy?"

Uncle Jimmy was quiet for a long time. Then he got up and walked over to
his rocking chair over by the fireplace. Sitting down, he just stared into
the fire for the longest time.  The sun went completely down and I sat
there frozen, my eyes full of tears, afraid to move lest I make a
sound. Uncle Jimmy finally turned his head and looked at me sitting there
in the dark, the fire flickering off his shiny eyes like sparks off a
grindstone. My throat swelled shut and I just knew that he was going to
tell me to leave and never come back. My chest hurt and my hearth was
thumping fit to burst and I wanted to die rather than to have hurt the man
I was named for.

He reached his hand out to me and signaled me to come to him. Like I was
drunk or in a trance or something I walked over to that powerful man, not
knowing if he was going to kill me, or what. He picked me up, real
gentle-like, and sat me in his lap. I cuddled up close into his fur and he
put his arms around me. There wasn't nothin' nor nobody in the world could
get to me to hurt me now. I was totally safe in my Uncle Jimmy's arms.

We sat there, just rocking and staring into the fire for the longest
time. Then, real quiet, Uncle Jimmy started telling me about him and
Daddy. About how they was raised together and how much they meant to each
other and all about what happened that night when Uncle Jimmy got hurt so
bad and how he wanted to live alone so as to not embarrass anyone. He
talked and I listened for the longest time until I woke up in his arms, the
morning sun filling the room with a new day and new hope.

When he noticed I was finally awake, Uncle Jimmy quit rocking and patted my
butt for me to get up and let him out of the chair. I bounced off his lap
and laughed when he got up and stretched out all the kinks from sitting
there with me in his lap all night. He chased me out of the house, both of
us laughing like fools, until we got to the pissin' tree. I held Uncle
Jimmy's cock for him and pretended to put out fires while he took his
morning piss. He held mine for me too, but seemed to think it was funny to
let me get going real good and then squeeze the damn thing so that the
pressure just about exploded my pipes. I ended up chasing him around the
meadow, trying to piss on him until I ran out of steam, and piss, about the
same time. Still laughing, we went inside and I made eggs and black tea and
grits for breakfast.

Drying dishes while Uncle Jimmy washed, I asked, "Uncle Jimmy, I need to
run home and get something. Will you be here if I come back this evening? I
mean, not go hunting or tree felling or anything?"

"Sure!" he said. "I'll be here."

Pointing to his half hard and rising pecker he asked, "But do you really
have to go?"

I grinned and dropped to my knees saying, "Well... Maybe not RIGHT now!"

I got me a real good mouthful of breakfast dessert and then, reluctantly,
got dressed and headed down the hill.

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It was pretty late that afternoon when I got back to the clearing. Daddy'd
drug his heels something awful and I'd had a fearful time getting him up
that hill. I mean, between him worrying about what George was doing to the
nanny goats and wondering if maybe he shouldn't go check on Aunt Sadie's
lumbago, I was getting plumb disgusted with him. We got to the edge of the
meadow, and Daddy just stood there frozen, staring at the cabin. I figured
I wasn't likely to ever see my daddy any more scared than we was right
then. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the wooden whistle Uncle
Jimmy had made for Daddy. I put it into his hand and he looked down at it
like he didn't even know what it was. I closed his hand around the whistle
and pushed his hand up towards his mouth.  He looked down at the whistle
and then across the meadow as if a band of devils were charging him. Daddy
put the whistle to his lips and blew so hard that it almost made a sound.

Frustrated with both Daddy and Uncle Jimmy, I pushed on Daddy's hip and
demanded, "Call him, Daddy. Call him! You need him and he needs you!"

Daddy looked down at me in panic --- as if I was a madman. Jerking his head
back up he stared at the cabin as if it was about to explode.

"Call him, Daddy! He needs you!"

And he blew. And blew, and blew and blew as if his whole life depended on
it.

Uncle Jimmy came through the door. Now, you have to understand what I mean
by, "through". I don't mean that he, like, opened the door and stepped
through it like a gentleman, doffing his hat to the ladies and smiling at
the little kids. No. What I mean is that he came THROUGH the door. As in,
the door, the hinges, door latch and framing. There was broken wood flying
everywhere as Uncle Jimmy darted his head around, trying to find the source
of that sound.  He came across that meadow so fast and silent and deadly
that my heart just quit beating for six or ten years or something like
that.

I might as well have been one of the trees standing there invisible to
those two. They cried and hugged and held onto each other until Uncle Jimmy
picked up Daddy and carried him across that meadow just about like he did
me and Daddy wasn't four times my size. I stood there, numb with emotion as
I watched them disappear into the cabin.  I stood there, just staring until
with a rustle of grass, Boo appeared on one side of me and Bill on the
other.  We just stood there for the longest time, kind of in shock from the
power of what we'd just seen. I started to feel like a peeping Tom or
something, so I took Bill and Boo by the hand and lead them off to the
bathing pool. I figured that Daddy and Uncle Jimmy would show up there
eventually, and in the meantime, me and my brothers could work on being as
important to each other as my Daddy and Uncle were.



Chapter 16

The End



Well, it ain't really the end, because stuff happens. People change, and
some die. But the family goes on.  Grandpa's gone now, but not before we
got Uncle Jimmy down to Memphis to one of them fancy doctors who fixed his
head some. He still ain't perfect, but he talks a lot better and sure
enjoys helping out around the farm.  Boo's a college perfessor, but he
comes home every night. Bill's one of them entrepreneurs you hear about. We
all work on cutting down some of them burl trees and turning them in to
fancy carved furniture. Uncle Jimmy forges fittings for the furniture and
makes authentic Bowie knives.  Bill went right past the carpetbaggers and
sells our furniture to a store on Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills, California,
where them Clampet boys moved. You wouldn't believe what them people will
pay for tables and chairs. Bill had us to build a small house for guests
and he has folks that pay to come here and live while Uncle Jimmy and me
make them a knife fit right to them. That's right. I'm Uncle Jimmy's
'prentice. You could say I work under him. But then you could say I work
under Daddy too, cuz he's still the main boss man. But mostly I work under
Bill and Boo because we's brothers and we love each other and we're
teaching our kids to love each other too, like family should.

Sure have appreciated you all listening, and hope you liked our
story. Appreciate Jon writing this for us too. Ya'll write if ya get a
chanct, and if you need a real good knife, or maybe some handsome
furniture, well, just let us know and maybe we'll be able to do something
for ya. Ya'll have a good day now, ya hear!



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We Three Notes

Cast:

Jon: Writer

Jimmy: Youngest just 13

Bill: Jimmy's brother. 16 Black hair

Boo: Jimmy's brother/cousin. Buddy's son by Ellie. 15 minutes older than
Bill. Blond, thick hair

Emma: Our mother

Buddy: Our Dad

Ellie, Daddy's sister, Boo's Mom, Grandpa's Wife.

Gramps: 6'5", smooth body Blond

Jimmy: The woodsman. Buddy's older brother. Mentally slow, Big, Strong,
Gentle, Loyal. Black haired and hairy.

George: The goat.

Jokes:



1) Q: What does a gay motorboat sound like going across a lake?

     A: Butt, butt, butt, butt...



2) Q: Same question but the boat is Mexican?

     A: Putta, putta, putta, putta...



3) Q: Gay Mexican?

    A: Putta butt, Putta butt, Putta butt...



  Lost in the translation:

Grandpa held his thing sticking straight up and with a sigh, I sat back
down and started seeing all sorts of pretty lights and flashy, spinny
things. I pushed down really hard and it felt just like I was taking a
shit, only backwards. I could feel every bit of that thing as it flowed
back up inside of me, every bump and ridge and slickery-smooth part. I
couldn't imagine anything ever feeling any better than that, and I wanted
Grandpa to never stop putting it in me and taking it back out.