Date: Tue, 5 Jan 2010 10:25:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Jon T. <t_jon15@yahoo.com>
Subject: Who's Fucking My Boy - Chapter 6

This is a work of fiction - these characters exist only in my fevered
imagination. This story features sex between adults and willing minors,
both family and non-family members. If you're not into that or if you are
not of an age to be reading X-rated stories, please go elsewhere. If you
wish to provide feedback, you can contact me at t_jon15@yahoo.com. Thanks
to the guys who have written. The comments,d all positive, are appreciated!
Several of you have asked if I have had personal experience with incest. I
have not - it's just always been a big turn-on for me.

An additional note: I do not advocate for incest. I see where it could be a
beautiful thing, but I really am not suggesting that anyone engage in it. I
also am not in favor of sex with underage boys or girls or unsafe sex. I
personally find bare sex to be more interesting and conducive to fantasy,
but I beg of you: use a condom if you are having anal sex with an actual
live person. HIV/AIDS is very real and is not to be taken lightly.

Who's Fucking My Boy - Chapter 6

	Andrew was verging on hysteria as he answered the door. Don saw
that Andrew was in bad shape as he stepped through the door and took him
into his arms. At that point, Andrew completely lost it. Through his tears,
he cried, "We're fucked! We're all going to prison!"

	Don patted his back and cooed in his ear. "Come on, now, it's not
that bad. I just need to talk to Mark."

	"You don't understand! He's absolutely livid! He's probably in
there calling the cops right now!"

	"There are several good reasons why he is not going to do that."
Don became aware of David and Jamie hovering in the background. "Boys, how
are you? Are you hungry?" It was getting on to six o'clock, and he was
pretty sure they hadn't had any dinner. David and Jamie were shocked, by
what Andrew had said and because they had never seen Andrew so upset.

	Don took Andrew's hands into his own and squeezed them. "Why don't
you make some dinner for everyone? I'm going to see if Mark will talk to
me." He pulled Andrew towards the kitchen. Andrew had planned dinner to be
a simple affair. He had put together a casserole that would take thirty
minutes to bake. With bread and a vegetable, they would be ready to eat
very soon.

	Andrew wiped his eyes. He was in serious need of a tissue. "OK. I
guess they give people a last meal even on death row!"

	Don chuckled. "That's funny, Andrew. No one is going to die! Go
cook! Boys, stay close by - your father may want to talk to you."

	Andrew went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and pulled
out the prepared casserole. He turned on the oven and then leaned against
the counter, waiting for it to pre-heat. Don went down the short hallway to
Mark and Angela's master suite which was in the opposite end of the house
from the boys' and Andrew's bedrooms. He rapped gently on the door.

	"Can I come in?"

	He heard Mark say, "Do what you want. It's not locked." Don stepped
into the room and closed the door behind him.

	It had finally begun to register on David that this was a serious
matter. He took Jamie's hand and they went together into the den.

	Jamie turned to where he could hug David. "Why was Andrew crying?
What's wrong?"

	"Oh, come on, Jamie. You know Dad doesn't know anything about what
we've been doing together. All the fucking and stuff. He was bound to find
out. It was stupid to think he wouldn't. But now, who knows what he'll do?"
Just then, they heard Michael coming through the front door.

	"Hey - where is everyone?"

	"In here, Mike." Mike stepped into the den. "What movie did you
see?" David might have been better served if he had followed through on
Mike's invitation to join Spencer and him at the movies. But what was done
was done.

	"A really lame comedy. Total waste of money. I don't even remember
the name of it. What's going on?"

	"Andrew's fixing dinner. And Dr. Don is here, talking to Dad in his
room."

	"Why would he be talking to dad? What happened?"

	David didn't know how to answer Mike. He was accepting the fact
that he had behaved very badly. He knew his older brother would be
furious. "Uh - well, Dad kind of... well..."

	"What did you do now?"

	"Why do you assume I did something?"

	"If you hadn't, you wouldn't hemming and hawing. Out with it."

	"OK. I was in a really lousy mood this afternoon. Don't know
why. Dad barged in on me while I was jacking off, and I..."

	"You what?"

	"Well, he... and then I..."

	Jamie broke in. "David asked Daddy to fuck him."

	"You WHAT?"

	David scratched his chin nervously. "He pissed me off, and what's
that word they use at school? Oh yeah - it escalated."

	"No shit, Sherlock!"

	Jamie spoke up again. "And then I said I wanted him to fuck me
first."

	Michael looked at both of them disgustedly. He pulled off his light
jacket and fell onto the sofa. "That's just great, guys. And Andrew called
Dr. Don, right? Where's Dad?"

	"In his room. Dr. Don got here a few minutes ago. Andrew was really
upset. He was crying."

	He grabbed the remote and turned on the television. "Watch some
TV. Don't you dare leave this room!" He got to his feet and headed to the
kitchen.

	Mike stepped into the kitchen just in time to see Andrew slide the
casserole into the oven and set the timer. Andrew turned to face
him. Michael could see the redness in Andrew's eyes. He shook his head and
held out his arms. Andrew melted into them. Michael kissed his forehead and
said, "Those little fuckheads. I can't believe what they did."

	"They told you, did they. Well, at least they owned up to it. I
don't know why I'm fixing dinner. I should be packing my stuff and heading
for Canada."

	"You did the right thing when you called Dr. Don. What did he say?"

	Andrew shrugged and shook his head. "He seemed really calm - almost
like it was funny. He said there were several reasons why your dad wouldn't
call the cops."

	"We just have to trust him. I don't regret anything we have ever
done. Don't you either!" Michael stood and looked at Andrew. "That
casserole is going to be baking for a while, right?"

	"Thirty minutes. Why?"

	"Spencer gets me so hot, just being around him. Come on."

	"You've got to be kidding!"

	"It'll help you relax."

	"Everyone will hear us!"

	"Not if we're quiet. Andrew, I really need it." Michael groped
himself, outlining his stiff teen boner in his shorts.

	Andrew looked at it hungrily. "OK. But we have to be VERY quiet!"
Michael grinned. They hurried together to Michael's room, leaving the door
open just a crack so Andrew would be sure to hear the timer when it went
off. In seconds, they were naked from the waist down. Michael lubed up his
cock and Andrew's extremely receptive ass. With Andrew face down on the
bed, Michael proceeded to give him a thorough fucking, quietly, of course.

	Meanwhile, in the den, David was immediately bored with what was on
TV. He pulled his shorts off and leaned back against the cushion at the end
of the sofa. Jamie watched him expectantly. David lifted his legs and
pulled his ass cheeks apart. Jamie knew what he wanted and stretched out on
the sofa, his head between David's legs. He began to lick David's
hole. David moaned softly. Fortunately, the sound on the television drowned
him out. After a minute or two of passionate rimming, Jamie moved up to
David's balls and then to his cock. He pulled David's foreskin back and
licked around the head. He could taste his own ass. He wished David could
fuck him again, but he knew they'd have to settle for a blowjob this time.

	Don stepped into Mark and Angela's bedroom. Mark was sitting
upright in the middle of the king-sized bed, his back against the
headboard, apparently naked, a sheet up to his waist, and his laptop open
at his side. That he would be in bed and naked didn't surprise Don. He knew
this was how Mark reacted when he was upset. He would strip off and climb
into bed. While in college, he had been known for this.

	Mark fixed Don with an icy glare. "Is this your revenge? I break
your heart 20 years ago, and you turn my kids into incestuous sex
fiends. Am I right?"

	"You know it's not that simple. I will always love you. I have
nothing to seek revenge for. The years we were a couple were the happiest
of my life."

	"So what the fuck, Don? Jamie and David begged me to fuck them this
afternoon. And David said you've been fucking him. How can you possibly
justify yourself?"

	Don stood looking at Mark. Then he did something one might not
expect in such circumstances. He kicked off his sandals, and then pulled
off his shorts, followed quickly by his tanktop. He was as naked as Mark
was. He pulled the sheet back and climbed into the bed beside Mark. Moving
the laptop to his left side, he moved in next to Mark and took his former
lover into his arms.

	What neither of their families knew was that, for the first three
years of their college careers, Mark and Don had been passionate
lovers. The summer of their junior years, Mark had stayed on campus for
summer school while Don had gone home to work on his father's farm. As fate
would have it, Mark met Angela. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever
seen, and she was attracted to his smashing good looks, intelligence, and
gentle thoughtfulness. Mark didn't know if he could marry a woman and make
it work, but he felt he'd be a fool not to at least try. Don had
reluctantly agreed to be Mark's best man six months later, and that was the
last time they had spoken until Mark had gone with Angela to get the boys
established with Don as their doctor more than decade later. That had been
quite awkward, but Mark stuck with his resolve to let Don treat his
boys. Angela had handled all their doctor's visits until she was elected to
office and was no longer around to do it.

	Mark passively accepted Don's embrace, asking only, "Why are you in
my bed?"

	"Letting you know I love you, and I'm sorry you're upset. We will
work this out."

	Mark's anger softened. "I just feel like such a failure. All I ever
wanted was a family and to be a good father and husband. I've totally blown
it."

	"You have wonderful kids. They're absolutely gorgeous, bright,
funny, sexy kids. Any father would be very proud!" The two of them leaned
back. Mark was on his left side, his head on Don's shoulder. They had not
been together in this way for 20 years, but it seemed like they were
picking up right where they left off. "You may have allowed yourself to get
disengaged, but I think we all know the business environment is really
tough. You've done a terrific job of providing for Angela and the boys. And
while you've been trying to hold it together, Andrew's done a great job
with them."

	"Don't make excuses for me. Nothing is more important to me than
those boys out there. Just an hour ago, my two youngest sons wanted me to
fuck them. In the ass. And just this morning, Angela asked me for a
divorce. This has not been a good day."

	Don had to smile at Mark's wry summation of the day, but he was
saddened at Mark's news. "She wants a divorce?"

"Yes. She is resigning from the state senate and moving to Washington, DC.
She's been offered a big lobbying job there. She says we haven't had a real
marriage in years. And she's right. I'm a lousy father and a lousy
husband. My wife is beautiful, smart, and talented, and she wants nothing
more to do with me. Why should she?"

"Mark. Did she say anything else?"

"Oh yeah - she says I'm gay. She's right. It's usually the woman who
doesn't want sex after the kids are born. With us, it was the other way
around. Angela is a total knockout. How could I not want sex with her?"

"Don't beat yourself up. She has the wrong plumbing. That's how it works
with gay guys. Or doesn't work."

Mark shook his head and closed his eyes. Don hugged him tighter and stroked
his back. Mark opened his eyes and sighed. "OK, back to our
discussion. Tell me, who does Andrew fuck? He's got to have a role in this
farce."

"Andrew mostly gets fucked. He and Michael are pretty tight. I don't think
he's a danger to anyone, and I wouldn't say he's a pedophile, but close to
it."

	"What do you mean?"

	"He only fucks boys who have no hair on their bodies. When they
grow hair, his legs go straight up in the air for them."

	"So he fucks Jamie."

	"They really love each other. There's the music thing and there's
Andrew's big beautiful cock. And Andrew is just a really sweet guy. Very
much like his beautiful cousin."

	Mark rolled his eyes. "So he's hung."

	"Must run in the family. You never knew that?"

Mark snorted. "I have boundaries. I was very careful not to notice."

He still couldn't wrap his mind around what had happened with his
family. "Tell me what happened, Don. Where did this come from - all this
fucking?"

	"It's never come up with Angela?"

	"No. Did she know about this?"

	"Yes, she did. She caught Mike and David together when they were 11
and 8.  They became full-fledged lovers when they were 14 and 11. She
enlisted my help to make sure no one got hurt."

	"So Michael has been fucking David for three years."

	"Not exactly. David stopped getting fucked about a year ago. But
that changed yesterday at my house. David is pretty much straight - he'll
fuck anything when he's really horny, but most of the time, he likes
girls. He's the passive one with another guy. Tell me - what have you
observed about Michael and David?"

	Mark looked at Don incredulously. "You're talking about a
14-year-old boy. You make him sound like he's a 40-year-old porn star. At
your house? What kind of parties do you have?"

Don held up his finger. "You can come to the next one. Mark, focus."

Mark glared at Don, but answered his initial question. "They've always
gotten along really well. Is that what you're referring to?"

	"Yes. They genuinely love each other. That's deteriorated a bit
recently. Michael gets really frustrated with how impetuous and immature
David can be.  But I think it will hold pretty much true for the rest of
their lives. I fully expect they will marry and have families. But they
will always have each other, apart and separate from that."

	"Kind of like your brothers."

	"Exactly like my brothers."

	"Tell me about Jamie."

	"Jamie is a little lover. He has the most receptive ass for a
relatively small boy that I have ever seen. He absolutely loves to get
fucked. He loves you and his mom and his brothers and his trumpet. But he
also loves a big cock in his hole. He's an uncomplicated child, really."

	"So you have fucked my baby. With this." Mark pushed the sheet back
and grasped Don's cock which had become hard during their discussion. He
held it tightly. Despite his calm demeanor, Mark was grasping and tugging
in such a way that Don became concerned that Mark might hurt him
somehow. He pushed the sheet away from Mark's waist, exposing Mark's uncut
cock. It had extended to its full nine inches.

	"Looks like I'm not the only one who is turned on by this
conversation." Don took Mark's cock into his hand and gave it a couple of
strokes. Mark groaned.

	"I am so fucking horny."

	"Let me see if I can help you with that." Don started to take
Mark's thick cock into his mouth. Mark pushed him away.

	"You're not getting out of this by giving me a blowjob! Forget it!"

	"Oh, come on. You love me! When you left me, I almost died. Angela
wrapped you around her little finger, and off you went! But you did me a
favor. I pulled it together, found a good woman, and had some great kids of
my own. I probably wouldn't have gone to medical school if we had stayed
together. But I've never gotten over you. And I don't think you're over me
either!"

	"Don't flatter yourself, cowboy," Mark joked, but he couldn't look
Don in the eye as he said it. He fixed his gaze on Don's chest. He let go
of Don's cock and reached out to toy with the profuse hair. Mark was one of
those men who has very little body hair and had always been drawn to men
like Don.

Mark withdrew his hand and changed the subject. "You told me about your
family and your background, and I always found it hard to believe - all the
fucking that went on between you and your brothers, your father, and your
uncle.  And I have to admit I had forgotten about it over the years. So is
your medical practice based on that? Incest?"

	Don thought about it for a moment and responded, "There's an incest
subculture that is alive and well in Cleveland, and I've really plugged
into it. But no, my practice isn't based on it. I'm there to take care of
boys. I love boys. If it's brought to my attention that incest is
occurring, I do everything I can to make it a healthy, beneficial
experience. If I see family relationships that might be enriched by
physical contact, I have ways of subtly suggesting it to the adults.  If I
see a kid, like Jamie, who seems to be really anally oriented, I help them
with that, too."

	"By fucking them."

	"No - by opening them up so they won't get hurt or injured. Because
I know they're going to get fucked and often. Well, yeah, I do fuck them
myself. They know I love them, so it's always a positive experience. I
never force myself on them. I do it only when they're begging for it."

	"You're one crazy fucker, you know that?" Mark was feeling better
about things. "What about your own family?"

	"You know that my wife and I divorced. She has the girls in North
Carolina. I have the boys here. And yes, we fuck a lot. I'm teaching the
twins to fuck - they practice on each other and also on me. I fuck their
older brother to keep him in line and also because he's so damn cute. He's
so much like me when I was his age - headstrong, hairy, big dick. The
physical thing keeps us close and connected."

	"You make it sound almost noble - like it's your calling."

	"In my mind, it is."

	Mark rolled his eyes and shook his head. Then he leaned back and
waggled his dick at Don. "Go for it."

	Don hefted Mark's big, heavy balls. Don knew Mark didn't shave down
there. He always marveled at how little pubic hair he had and how his balls
were virtually bare. "You probably have a dozen loads stored up in there. I
think you should save them for your kids."

	"So you think I'm going to walk out of here and start fucking with
my boys."

	"You know you want to."

	Mark's cock throbbed. He watched as a drop of pre-cum formed at the
tip and started to drop off. Don scooped it up and licked his finger. Mark
looked at Don and nodded.

	Don grabbed his hand. "Come on." The two of them made their way off
the bed. Before they headed for the door, Don took Mark into his arms. "Do
you think..."

	Mark's head was spinning. "Let's get through this first."

	Don kissed him. "I've always loved you, and I always will."

	Mark had to blink away tears as he reached for the doorknob. The
sound of the oven timer caused him to stop. "Let's put on our clothes. I
need to let them know what's going on with their mother and with my
business, and they need to eat. Then we can see what happens from there."