Date: Sun, 4 Sep 2011 21:35:05 -0500
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Brown Daddy part 2

(fictional story)

Things changed quickly after Eric and I started dating on a regular
basis.  He and his sons were over a lot and most of the time and would
hang out there whenever we'd go out.  We got to know each other even
better while going out to movies, dancing, golfing, going to local
games, etc.  Whenever we'd get back, we'd find the guys playing video
games, playing in the pool, or napping.

Sometimes, all four of them spent the weekend at my place.  They
didn't have a lot of fad type electronics at their place because Eric
thought they were a waste of money and the guys should wait to get
jobs and buy themselves that stuff.  I understood his values, but
before I knew him better I had bought the X-Box and games for them.
When they hung at my place, they sometimes brought their bikes and
rode around the neighborhood.  The older two found that the local high
school sport grounds available with games going on that they joined
now and then.  They were making many new friends.  Jamal was more of
an indoors guy and spent a lot of time listening to music, watching
TV, or jacking to porn.

Of course, if they were indoors, they were always lounging around
naked.  I loved that.  Eric and I stayed naked, too.  Eric and I
openly had sex in front of them and they often joined in to get jacked
off or to get a blow job.  Jesse, the oldest, was more into women than
men, but loved getting sucked off me or his brother Jackie.  Jamal was
the youngest and apparently was bisexual--equally into guys or gals.
Jackie, the middle kid, appeared to be completely gay.  Eric didn't
care, he loved them all and was more into men himself...which was lucky
for me.

After a year, we felt our relationship was a sure thing.  I'd known
him for quite a while before our first sexual encounter,  so we felt
by then it was time to commit.  He bought out the townhome next door
and knocked out the wall between to give us two extra bedrooms and
more living space.  Of course, the playroom was kept and even had
improvements made in it.

To step back a bit, it's important to know about Eric's past and how
he and his sons became the shit lovers that they are.   Once night
after we'd started dating, Eric told me all about his early life.
We'd just finished fucking and he was sucking the shit and cum residue
from my hole.

I looked down at him and asked, "So how did your taste for raunch evolve?"

Then he told his story:

"Well, it goes back as far as I when I was a kid.  I think maybe
there's a gene in my family that determines that some of each
generation likes shit.   Me and my little brother Stuart, or Stu,
moved around a lot because my dad was in the military.  Just as soon
as we got settled someplace, we moved again.  My mom didn't work until
daddy died in a helicopter crash when I was twelve and Stu was eleven.
 After she started working, things got rough for her and we had to
stay at random friends' houses after school while she went back and
forth to her two jobs.  During the summer that followed, we went to
stay with my grandpa, my daddy's dad.  That allowed mom to work and
not worry about us during the day.  We were excited to go, it was
always fun at my granddaddy's place.

We called my granddaddy "Pop".  He lived alone in a rural area that
was in the middle of the woods.  Stu and I had a blast running around
all day then coming back in for supper exhausted.  Not long after
supper, we'd head to our bunk beds that were in the bedroom that my
dad and his brother grew up in.  It was a small room, had a tiny
window, and no air conditioner.  The bunk beds were handmade by Pop
out of big, heavy, and sturdy boards--it was built to last.  It needed
to be due to he and I rough housed a lot in that room.

We slept in our underwear due to it was often hot at night until the
air outside took forever to cool down.  One night in particular, Stu
farted.  We started laughing really hard.  I told him to knock it off,
and he jumped down and hopped on my face with his underwear pulled
down.  He farted again right into my nose.  I remember instead of
getting grossed out, I got hard.  The bedroom door was always open but
Pop's room was on the other side of the old country home.   We kept
wrestling and somehow after several minutes of rolling  around, Stu's
underwear was completely off.  He kept trying to fart on me.  I tried
to retaliate by pulling off my tightie whities and did the same to
him.

Little by little, the wrestling turned into fondling of dicks and
butts.  We were both hard.  We didn't say much but we sure were
enjoying feeling each other's sweaty bodies up.  Stu started fingering
my hole then sniffed his finger.

"Here!" he said sticking out his finger offering me a sniff of my own
hole's odor.  I bent over and sniffed it.


I said, "Mmmm!"  Somehow I instinctively knew I liked it right away
and wanted more.

"Let me smell yer hole." He ordered.

I moved forward as he lay back and lifted his spread legs in the air
for me to have better access.  As I was pressing my nose into his
dirty ass crack, I nearly jumped out of our skins when we heard Pop
say, "Now get in there son and really smell that hole, you'll love
it!"

We froze in place out of shock.

"Go on now!" he ordered, standing there in the dark in the doorway.
Pop seemed old to us but was only in his early fifties.  The
silhouette of his broad shoulders looked intimidating in the dim
moonlight coming in from the window.

I didn't even give it a thought, I did as he said and started sniffing.

"Now get your nose in there really good.  Stu, pull yer butt open more
so he can get at it."

Stu, still shocked, did exactly as Pop told him.  I inched closer and
inhaled the wonderful scent, you know, the smell of ass.  My nose was
eventually touching the warm, moist crinkle.  As I pulled my nose
away, the scent came with me, the oils of his skin now on my nostrils.
 Out of nervousness, Stu let out a fart.

"Sniff that fart up, don't let it get away!" Pop coached.

I inhaled deeply like it was life-saving oxygen.  I wasn't questioning
why Pop was there any longer nor wondering why in the hell he was
telling me to do these things, I was turned on and loving it.  Stu
just went with the moment, too.

"I bet his asshole tastes good, too...try it."  Pop said in a low sexy
voice.  "Lick it!"

And so I did!  My brother squirmed each time I licked his sweet hole.
It was ticklish for him but he wasn't protesting.

"Kiss it like you would kiss a girl."

Having no idea what that was supposed to mean, I just kissed it like
you kiss someone's cheek.

"No, son, put'cha  mouth on it, suck it, stick yuh tongue in there!"
he said in his Southern drawl.

I complied and was eating my brother's ass for the first time.  I only
ate it for about a couple of minutes before my brother stood up on his
knees and said, "I wanna try yours!"

I happily obliged.  My brother and I had looked at each other's dicks
before, but had never played sexually until that night.  Even crazier,
the first time we had decided to explore each other, my granddaddy was
verbally taking part of it by getting us to do nasty stuff.  In the
end, he had Stu sucking me to my first orgasm in which I shot a small
watery load.  It was the most awesome thing I'd ever felt and I wanted
to do it again, but Stu wanted his turn.  Stu had what I think was a
dry orgasm, but he didn't actually shoot a load until months later
when he turned twelve.  After an hour or more of us exploring each
other's bodies orally with Pop's instructions, we felt tired and he
realized it.

"You both get to sleep now, but give me those, you won't need those anymore."

He was referring to our underwear.  We handed them to him.

"You both can stay naked if u wanna. You should both try sleepin' together."

He walked off sniffing our underwear and shortly after, we drifted off
to sleep.  The next morning, we woke up naked together giggling.  Stu
started reaching for my hole and was trying to stick his finger in
like Pop asked him to last night.   I let his dry finger go inside and
then he pulled it out.  There was shit all over it.

"Yuck!" we said in unison and laughed.

Pop heard us up and called for us to come eat breakfast.  He'd fixed
us some bacon and eggs.  We sat naked at the old, worn out table and
scarfed our food down.

"You guys wanna go fishin' today?"

We both yelled yes.  So, after we ate, he grabbed some poles, his lure
box, and some frozen bait from the fridge.   It was thrilling to trek
naked down the dirt trail to the creek.  His property was remote, so
there was no chance of anyone seeing...however, it felt naughty and
adventurous to us.  Once we got there, he went about the routine of
baiting the hooks and finding a place to fish.  We didn't catch
anything after the first hour had passed and Stu and I got bored.

"Why don't you boys go run around and have some fun for awhile." he said.

We were glad too.  We decided to play hide and seek, and I was "it"
first.  I covered my eyes while Stu ran and hid.  After I counted to
thirty, I ran around looking for him.  When I was searching for him, I
ran past Pop.  I was shocked to see a huge pile of shit on a rock a
few yards away from him.

"Pop, where the dookie come from?"

He chucked, "There ain't no toilet out here, son."

I looked down at the pile and I was transfixed on its volume, sheen,
and beauty.  It was a perfect coil that started with a knobby center
and as it coiled outward, became smooth.  There were random nuggets
that had fallen in the middle, too.  The smell was rank, but I kept
sniffing it.

"Check it out if you want to, son."  He said.

I just stared at it at first.  Then, I moved closer until I was a foot
away from it.  Having gotten bored from me not finding him, Stu came
running out of the bushes and stopped in his tracks when he caught me
hovering on my knees over a monster pile of  shit.

"Who did that dookie?" he asked out of breath.

"That's Pop's dookie" I said with a nervous laugh.

Still fishing and not moving, Pop said, "It's just shit, pick it up."

We both laugh and said "uh uh" but after some more cajoling, I picked
up the log and it broke in two.  Stu picked up the other half.  I held
mine out to him and he moved up close to sniff.  Being my usual
mischievous self, I bumped his nose with the shit and then he had a
brown smudge on his nose.  In retaliation he chased me around the
rocks and clearing with his piece of shit and tossed it at me.  It
landed on my chest and a chunk stuck there.  The rest fell down and
bumped my dick on its way to the ground.  I then realized my dick was
pointing straight up!

"Yer weenie stickin up!" Stu laughed.  Pop was chuckling and shaking
his head.  I noticed Stu's smaller dick was up also.  I ran back and
grabbed more shit and he followed.  Before you know it we were having
a shit fight!  I tossed shit back and forth at each other and finally
got into a wrestling match, smearing it all over each other, trying to
get it in each other's face.  Soon it was getting hotter out and flies
were all over us.

Just then, Pop caught a huge fish.  We got distracted by it and
watched him reel it in.  He told us to help him pack up and we'd head
back to the house and clean the fish.  Stu and I were laughing at each
other's shit covered body.  I had a huge chunk in my hair even.  As we
walked back, it didn't phase us at all to be stinking like shit...we
thought it stunk, but it didn't bother us.  Some people would have
gagged at the smell, we just ignored it.  Once we got back behind the
house, Pop took turned on the water faucet and picked up the garden
hose to wash us off and tossed a rag to me.  The cool water felt good
in the heat and we started splashing around in it while washing the
dried crap off each other.  He handed us the hose and told us to
finish spraying it all off, he'd be around the corner cleaning the
fish.

Half an hour later, we were sitting in the kitchen waiting for him to
finish frying the fish with some sliced potatoes thrown in.  Along
with some iced tea, it was a delicious lunch.  We didn't even talk
about the shit experience we just had.  We were two kids just having
fun and didn't question what had taken place.  After we ate, Stu and I
piled on the couch, still naked, and took a nap.  Pop went outside to
feed tend to his chickens and milled around out in his garden.  When I
woke up, Stu was fingering my hole again.  This time when he pulled
out a shit covered finger, we just both looked at it in awe.  We never
heard Pop walk back in.

"Smell good don't it?" he asked.

"The dookie stinks!" I said.

"Well, if it stank so bad, why you like it?"

It was like he asked a trick question.  I just shrugged my shoulders.

"I bet it taste good." he said.

"Ewwwww!" Stu and I yelled.

"Chickens!  You both ah' chickens!"

"Uh uh," I shouted.  "I ain't scared!"

"So do it, son."

With that said, Stu rammed his shit covered finger in my mouth.  I
grimaced and tried to pull back, expecting it to taste as foul as it
smelled, but it didn't.  After I knocked Stu away, his finger dragged
across my bottom teeth and a chunk got scraped off onto my tongue.  I
laughed and stuck out my tongue to show everyone.  Stu was laughing
but moved up really close to see it.

"Swirl it around yuh' mouth!" he ordered.  I did and it felt like
smooth peanut butter, but had an earthy, slightly bitter flavor.

"Stick a finger back in yuh' ass and get some more for Stu."

Stu had a look on of disbelief on his face, not realizing he'd have to
do the same thing.  I squatted and stuck my middle finger up my ass by
reaching past my dick.  I dug around in there and it was packed full
of squishy shit.  I pulled out my finger and intentionally dug out way
more than what Stu had fed me.  As I stuck my finger towards his
mouth, he backed up.  As he bumped into the wall that he forgot was
there, I jammed my shitty finger into his mouth.  He was taken aback
by the chunk that planted in his mouth as I pulled out my finger.  To
show him up, I took my shitty finger and sucked the rest of it off.
That got the best of him and he showed me up by swallowing it all in
our duel of "gross out".

"That's it! Eat some more."

Before Stu tried to stick a finger up my ass again, I protested.

"I gotta dookie!"

"Stu, grab those newspapers." Pop ordered.

Pop laid them in the middle of the living room and told me to go ahead
and shit.   It felt really good to stand there and just shit instead
of having to go to the toilet.  I lifted my leg comically and started
farting and dumping my teenage sized load onto the newspaper.  My shit
was mostly soft, but not runny.  It didn't stink as bad as Pop's did.

"Now you try some, Eric."

Without any qualms, I reached down for a grape sized nugget and
plopped it in my mouth.  I let it squish around my mouth and in my
teeth.  I opened my mouth for them to see it all mashed up and then
swallowed.  My dick was hard again.  I started rubbing it to simulate
the blowjob I got from Stu the night before.  In just thirty seconds,
I was cumming, more sperm this time than before.  My cum shot out onto
Stu's' leg as he was sitting on the floor below me.

I looked over at Pop and he unzipped his pants and allowed his huge
cock to flop out.   He reached for his Tea glass, now empty, and began
to piss into it.  We sat transfixed as his piss filled the glass,
stopping just at the top leaving a foamy froth at the top.  He took a
small sip.

"Come over here you two and taste this great piss, you need to rinse
that shit out of your mouth."

We complied and like it was a normal everyday thing, we took turns
passing the huge glass of warm, salty piss back and forth until it was
gone.  After I was done drinking, I let out a large, long burp.  The
burp smelled like a fart and Stu moved towards me to inhale it.
Before we could even think about what we'd done, Pop interrupted.

"My gal friend is coming by later to bring us some dinner and eat with
us.  You two go get cleaned up!."

The two of us ran to the bathroom and took our first shower together.
We laughed, giggled, rough housed--the same boy antics as before.  We
finally got soaped up, rinsed off and dried.  We'd gotten so used to
running around naked for two days, it was hard to put on clothes
again.  After Pop yelled at us to get dressed, we did so in a hurry.

Later, his girlfriend Maryella came over and brought a huge roast beef
with potatoes and carrots--all covered in a juicy gravy...great Southern
home cooking.  We all had a good time eating together, she was very
nice...much younger than Pop.  After supper, we got to go watch TV while
the two of them sat in the front room talking, holding hands.  At some
point, we'd fallen asleep on the living room floor and we heard Pop
locking up the front door.

"She's gone, you guys can get nekkid now."

Our clothes were off in a heartbeat.  We watched some more TV and then
went to bed.  We slept in the same twin bed again together, cuddled up
tight without any sheet on us.  The next morning, we went fishing
again.  This time he gave us our own small poles to try to catch our
own fish.  That made it less boring.  We actually had fun trying, but
didn't catch a thing after a few hours.  Pop had taken a huge water
bottle for us, but when I asked for something to drink, he asked if I
wanted water or piss.  Well, you can guess which one I picked.

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his fat cock again.  He motioned
for us to put down our poles and kneel in front of him on the large,
flat rocks.  As we looked up, a long stream of piss sprang forth from
his dick.  As it hit the rocks, it splashed all over our legs.  He
moved the stream toward our faces and began to piss all over us.

"Well get your mouth down there." he ordered.

I opened my mouth and he aimed his spray straight in.  I gurgled and
choked but managed to get at least a pint down.  Stu moved forward and
did his best to drink some.  As the stream started to wane, Pop
sprayed piss onto our heads, drenching us both.  We were laughing and
enjoying it all.

"Taking that piss has made me need to shit." he said.

We got excited and stood up to watch.  That day he was wearing old
cutoff jeans and an undershirt.  He undid the snap and the pants fell
to his feet.  Once pantless, Pop was an impressive sight.  He had
nice, strong legs and we saw his balls for the first time.  They hung
really low and bounced around.  As he stepped out of the shorts
completely, we got to see his round ass.  It was smooth and pale.   He
moved around and put one foot up on a tree stump to expose his hairy
hole.

"Y'all get over hear to catch my doodoo...see who can catch the most."

All you had to do is challenge me to beat my brother at something, and
I fell for it.  As soon as we got under his perfect ass, he farted a
lot.  Next, his hole opened really big and out came a monster turd.
Halfway during birth, it stopped...I thought it was stuck.  However, Pop
was just showing off.  He pushed it out inch by inch until part of it
broke off.  Stu caught it.   Next, it inched out faster and faster
like a soft serve ice cream machine and the larger, soft part of his
dump landed in my hands.  It felt hot and steamy, really heavy.

"Looks like you won, Eric.   And the winner gets to eat first!"

That startled me.  I had eaten my own the day before, but this seemed
different.  After being coaxed some more, I gave in and bit off a
chunk of the warm, soft part.  It was very mild and nutty tasting.  It
stunk, but tasted good.  I ate some more while my brother watched in
awe.  Pop had a proud look on his face.  Stu started eating his but
had a rougher time because it was dry and firm.  Pop gave him some
more piss from the tap to wash it down.  Pop was naked, too, by then.
He took the remainder of each or our piles that we'd caught and
scarfed it down like it was regular food.  We were thrilled to watch
it.  After he at it all, he spent a minute or so licking one of his
fingers clean.

After that, Pop sat down on the stump and spit on his dick.  It was
half hard until then, and began to grow really huge in front our
amazed faces.  He started jacking off with his right hand with really
fast motions.   His other hand, which still had some shit on it, moved
up to his face where he smeared it all over his chin and nose.  As
soon as he did that, he started cumming.  We'd never seen  adult cum
and were clueless about what it was.  After he came, he picked up his
fishing gear and we headed back.  Stu and I got to carry his clothes.

Once we got back and got showered, he took us into the living room and
told us to sit still and listen.  He realized before that Stu and I
had never been told about the birds and the bees.  He told us the
basics about sex...What the purpose of a dick, pussy, and sperm was for.
 We sat amazed and didn't talk.  That cleared up a lot for me, I'd
wondered about how babies were made, etc.  Stu was a little confused,
but took it all in best he could.

Pop told us that nobody else would have fun playing with shit and that
it had to be our secret.  Told us that sometimes men like to have sex
together and that we shouldn't think that it's bad, but we have to be
discreet.  All of this grown up talk was surprising coming from my
granddaddy who never talked about adult things with us before.  After
that day, I felt more grown up, even at twelve.  Thanks to him, I now
realized what changes were happening to my body.

The summer flew by and we had many more shit adventures.  It rained a
great deal near the end of our stay, so we didn't get to do a lot
outside, but had fun whenever there were breaks in the storms.  We
learned to clean our own fish, learned about gardening, and many more
things...so we did more than have sex.  We were sad to go at the end of
the summer.  The whole summer during our sexual adventures, Pop never
touched us physically and we never got to feel up his body.  The sex
was strictly between my brother and I except for the shit or piss
offered to us from Pop.  After we left there, the three of us had to
go live with my mom's sister's family.  Stu and I didn't have our own
room and never had privacy.  Our cousin Freddy was a boring wuss.  The
whole family was very religious, so we never even tried to get away
with anything sexual there.  Occasionally, we ran off to a field
nearby and jacked off in the bushes or ate each other's shit, but it
was hard to do because most of the time Freddy had to tag along.

During our three years living there, mom had worked hard and saved
money to go to a secretarial school.  She graduated with excellent
skills and found a great job eventually that allowed us to move into
our own apartment.  By then, she also had met a man and eventually
they got married.  He was a kind man, but we were never close to him.
He worked out of the apartment a lot and always seemed to be around
when Stu and I thought we could sneak in a session.  So, our escapades
had to occur late at night and we had to be careful and quiet, for the
walls were paper thin.

As we entered high junior high school, Stu became girl crazy.  He all
but nearly forgot about me as a sexual partner except for when he was
horned up over a girl and wanted me to suck him off.  He'd look at a
Hustler or a Playboy magazine that he'd bought when I sucked him.  He
returned the favor for me now and then, reluctantly, but when he did,
I thought only about him.  I think he began to feel guilty about the
scat experiences and eventually stopped them completely.  When I tried
to initiate something he would say, `Not now, not in the mood.'
Later, all sex between us stopped as we entered high school.

I have been attracted to women, but I've always like men the most.
So, I did date in high school and had a few sexual experiences that
were nice.  However, I was tortured in the P.E. locker room by having
to watch all my hot buddies undress and shower and I wanted them
badly.  They always smelled so good right before they showered.

Just after my senior year, I met the boy's mom and we were soon
married.  I was happy then and thought I was in love.  Their mama was
a wild gal, though.  I think she married me mainly to get out of her
parents house.  Later, after all three boys had been born, things fell
apart.  She wasn't an attentive mother.  I often did the diapers, the
cleanup, etc.  She sat around and watched TV, chatted on the phone
with her bitches.  I was working all day and I'd come home to find the
place a mess still.  She didn't feed the boys on time.  I didn't
expect her to be a stereotypical housewife, but she didn't do her
share of anything.

But getting back to the boys, they introduced themselves to shit
without any help from me.  One day, I was napping after work and was
awoken by yelling.  They guys were about 3, 4, and 5 years old.  Jamal
had the worse time with his toilet training and would seem to be
forever in diapers.  I heard the yelling and got up to see what was
wrong.  Apparently, she'd found the boy in the bathroom trying to help
Jamal with his diaper.  They were all covered in his shit in their
efforts.  She was screaming at them to get in the tub.  She was making
them all cry acting like a fool, so I yelled at her and told her to
get the fuck out of the bathroom and I'd take care of it.

I very calmly had the two oldest ones stand in the tub and I turned
the shower on.  I had Jamal sit on his training toilet and he minded
me perfectly.  I took a washcloth and scrubbed up Jackie and Jesse.
They didn't realize what they had done wrong.  I noticed too that they
weren't bothered by the shit at all.  They didn't remark about it
being nasty or stinking.  After they jumped out of the shower and I
toweled them off, I told them to go find their mom and have her help
them get dressed.  They ran out and closed the door behind.  I picked
up Jamal--he was still traumatized, but quiet, and I placed him in the
tub.  As I sat him down, my hand slid into his shitty ass.  As I
turned on the water, I couldn't help myself and I licked my fingers
clean.  I started to get hard instantly and had to keep myself from
jacking off right there.  I managed to get him rinsed off under the
tub faucet and rinsed him good.  I picked him up and took him to the
boys' room and dressed him.  The others were sitting on their bed
naked.

"Why are you  guys naked?"

"Mama ain't here." Jesse said.

I put them to bed naked, in exhaustion, and fell asleep in the chair
next to their bed.  The next morning, they were up and running around
naked like it was normal.  It seemed so natural and cute, I didn't
make them put on clothes.

It turns out the shit scene was the last straw for her...she couldn't
take being a mother and that last incident drove her over the edge.  I
didn't hear from her for a few weeks, but I found out she was at one
of her gal pal's places.   After that, she never came back.  The boys
had to stay with a neighbor lady during the day while I worked and
went to an electronics school in the late afternoon or evening.   I
had to work weekends, too, but managed to find as much time as
possible with my sons.

At home after my work, they'd take their bath together with me
supervising.  Afterwards, it was a struggle to get them dressed...if I
did, they got naked again.  After that incident with their mother,
they had enjoyed running around naked and it became a regular thing.
I told them that then can't be naked at their friends' houses and they
couldn't tell anyone about it, it was private, but if they really
wanted to I'd let them run around naked at home.  They understood.  I
worried about Jamal blabbing to a friend after he turned 4, but they
were all very discreet.

Thereafter, they were never shy about taking a shit or piss in the
bathroom.  No one ever closed the bathroom door to do either task.
They were still a handful.  When they took a shower or bath together,
one of them always tried to piss on the other.  One time, Jackie
pissed in the tub and accidentally pooped at the same time when I
stepped out for a second.  There was a lot of laughing going on when I
found them.  Instead of freaking out, they were passing the turd
around!  I had to give them talk telling them that I wasn't mad, but
other people didn't believe in playing with their shit...just like
others didn't believe in running around naked.  They took it seriously
and remained discreet, but a similar scenario happened a few times
later, but I know every other time someone shit on purpose.

Eventually, I did catch the three of them messing around sexually.
One day they must have thought I was still sleeping one Sunday
afternoon.  I got up quietly and walked into their room.  They hadn't
closed the door all the way.  Jesse was on his stomach and Jackie was
on top of him and was dry humping Jesse's ass.

"I wanna play the husband next," Jesse complained.

Jackie got up and rolled over onto his belly while Jesse got on top of
him.  Jamal was just gawking.

"What's up guys?" I said.

Instead of lying and acting embarrassed, they all started laughing.
Jesse came over and sat on my lap after I sat on the bed.

"We're playing husband and wife, daddy."

I asked where they learned that game.  It turned out one of their
friends' older brother was fucking his girlfriend in a backroom and
the boys all sneaked in and watched.  They were mimicking what they
saw.

I sat them down and told them about sex and the facts of life.  I told
them about masturbation, etc.  They asked a lot of questions including
was it ok for them to play together instead of with girls.  I told
them about some men being gay or bisexual.  I didn't want them to be
so ignorant like me and my brother were about sex in general.  I had a
sneaking suspicion that before my talk with them, there was some night
time shenanigans going on anyway with Jesse and Jackie, but I didn't
want to embarrass them.  After that, I didn't hide my nudity from them
either.  After a shower, I'd take my time drying off and if they came
around, I didn't cover up.   They grew up having a good attitude about
the naked body and I think it made them more confident about
themselves.  I told them if anything, we were a "nudist family,
something that was actually common around the world but not
necessarily accepted by everyday folks.

Instead of sneaking around, they played around in the open after that.
 It usually started from rough playing, wrestling around, then one of
them would get hard and start playing with it.  After Jesse came for
the first time two years ago, they followed right behind him.  They
experimented with sucking each other, followed by eating ass.  Soon
later, we got a computer and the internet.   I supervised what they
looked at online, but eventually they always found sexual stuff.  I
tried to allow them to satisfy their curiosity and make sure they
didn't communicate with any online predators.

Later on, Jackie asked me more and more about sex with guys, while we
were talking about it, he asked if he could play with my dick and
balls.  Well, after that, the other guy's joined in and they learned
about kissing, foreplay, and eventually fucking.  Jackie openly looked
at scat porn online and eventually he found your profile.  As we
looked at your photos and your nasty videos, we realized they guy we
were watching was you, my weekly gym bud.  I'd had the hots for you
since we met, so it was their plan to ease you into our family scene,
but things happened faster then I imagined."

So that was Eric's story...that and what had led us all up to the point
of becoming a family has been told...Next time more about our nasty
scenes.

To be continued.