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			         A Dad and his Boys
				     Originally By
				      Marc Paige

				      Written By
				        Rebel

				      Chapter 5

The following story contains graphic sexual scenes involving a dad
and his two sons.  If material of this nature offends you then you
should not read this story.  Additionally, if you are under 18 years
of age in most states, you are not allowed to read this story by law.

This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to person's
living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely
coincidental.  Additionally, the actions of the characters in this
story are in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction
to, their actions.

The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or
publication of this story is allowed, except by the websites to which
it has been posted, without the consent of the author.

			           IMPORTANT NOTE

As I've mentioned at the end of part one of this story I'm too busy
to continue it myself so I've turned over writing to Rebel who did a
great job on another chapter for your reading pleasure.  I hope you
enjoy his writing as much as I did.
Marc

If you have any questions, you can e-mail me at:
ollie_901@hotmail.com

Send any comments you have about this story to Rebel at
rebel7772005@yahoo.com


                              *  *  *  *  *  *


After what seemed like forever, I gradually became aware of the fact
that I was no longer inside of Jeff’s hot ass, but he was sitting on
top of my still semi-hard shaft with his arms outstretched and locked
beside my shoulders, panting as if he had ran a mile.  I slid my
hands up the back of my panting boy and urged him to lie down on my
chest.  I knew it would be a real mess to clean up when I heard the
squish of the fluids escape as he eased himself into my embrace.  

We had neither the energy nor the inclination to get out of our warm
cocoon, so I just pulled the covers over us and we both fell asleep,
entwined in each other’s embrace.


Chapter 5

BUZZZZ – BUZZZZ – BUZZZZ ‘Too damned early,’ I thought as I slapped
the alarm snooze button for another 10 minutes of welcome sleep.  I
am NOT a morning person, and have always had to be awoken by either
an alarm clock or my mother’s ‘not too gentle’ persuasion when I was
a kid.  I snuggled closer to Jeff and dozed back off.  After the
third time the alarm went off, I decided that we’d better get started
if we were going to be ready for the furniture delivery that was
scheduled for 10am.  Jeff takes after me and was blissfully snoring
by my side, but I suspected that it wasn’t all sleep, especially when
I felt him pull me closer to him and felt his early morning hard-on
pressing against my thigh.

I knew it would be way too easy to continue in this vein, so I threw
my legs over the side of the bed and slapped Jeff on the butt. 
“C’mon Jeff, we gotta get started.”

“Uunnngh, just 10 more minutes,” he groggily said from somewhere
under the covers.  I knew better and just felt devilish enough to
torment him a bit.  I snaked my hand under the covers to his
vulnerable side and started tickling the unsuspecting teenager. 
“UUUAAAGGHHHH!” he screamed at me as he was scrambling to get away
and inadvertently slid himself right onto the floor with a thump.  I
saw his disheveled mop head appear over the edge and he just glared
at me.  “That wasn’t very nice,” he managed to get out as he was
unwrapping himself from the bed covers and trying to stand.  Suddenly
he took off at a dead run for the bathroom, causing me to chuckle.

I walked into the bathroom after him to find him standing in front of
the shower door and a fountain of piss arcing upward to splash onto
the tiled floor.  I reached around him and hit the water control to
start the showerheads.  He looked up at me with a face expressing
extreme relief.  As he finished pissing, he just stepped forward into
the warm spray leaving room for me to join him.  I stepped inside and
reached for the soap.  We both seemed to realize that we didn’t have
the time for a long, protracted shower scene, so we pretty much just
washed ourselves, but we DID wash each other’s back.

After drying and throwing on underwear, I sent Jeff to wake up the
other two as I headed to the kitchen for my first shot of wake up
juice.  As I was drinking my first cup, Jeff came herding the other
two into the kitchen to take up residence on the barstools.  I had to
chuckle at these two; they looked like the walking dead, but they did
have on underwear.  I reached for glasses as Jeff pulled the juice
bottle out of the fridge.  After getting some liquid wake up into our
systems, the boys became more animated and I sent them off to get
showered as Jeff and I started to make breakfast.  

We had a good breakfast with Timmy explaining to Berry where all of
the furniture was going to go when it was delivered.  I was kinda
surprised at this conversation, but then chuckled at myself when I
thought about where they had slept last night – they obviously
weren’t doing much ‘talking’ last night.  We cleaned up and were just
sitting in the living room when the doorbell rang.  When I opened the
door, I saw not one but two large trucks parked out front.

“Mr. Murdoch?” a nice looking man in his 30’s asked, reading from a
clipboard he held.

“Yes, I’m Bill Murdoch,” I answered.  “And which store are you from?”
I asked in return.

“Well, actually, we’re a small hauling company and we’ve got a lot of
stuff from five different stores.  I sure hope that all of this stuff
really does belong here,” he responded, showing me a sheaf of
invoices from the stores where we had shopped yesterday.

“Yup, looks like it’s all ours,” I said grinning back to him as I
looked through the papers.

“Good,” he said, looking very relieved.  “I’m Charlie, and me and my
boy have been contracted to deliver, setup, and install all pieces of
furniture to ‘customer’s satisfaction’,” he read from the invoices. 
“It’s been our experience that it all works out better if we unpack
the boxes out here on the driveway and then find out where you want
what placed inside the house.  That saves a lot of wear and tear on
the furniture, and a lot less frayed nerves for all of us,” Charlie
explained as we walked out to the back of the lead truck.  When he
opened the back of the truck, all I could see were big boxes stacked
from floor to roof.

“Uuhhh, ok, you sound like you’ve done this before, so my boys and I
will just stand back and watch for awhile until you need us,” I
responded, totally mystified by the mass of boxes in the back of his
truck and assumed that the second truck was just as full.  I saw a
blond head swing out of the second truck and come around to join us
as Charlie dropped the lift-gate on the truck.  He looked to be about
16 or 17, stood about 5’10”, and I noticed a nice-looking package
displayed in his well-worn cut-off jeans.  He was wearing one of
those truncated t-shirts that the kids are so fond of these days.

“This is my son, Boyd,” Charlie said by way of introduction.  “We’re
usually the ones who get called when a customer wants super fast
delivery and the stores don’t deliver on weekends.”

“Yeah,” I chuckled back at him, “We went shopping yesterday, and
needed it today so we could get it all set up before school and work
tomorrow.  Plus, I have family coming next weekend and we wouldn’t
have much time between now and then for delivery.”

“Well, we really appreciate your business, Mr. Murdoch.  I’m just
getting things started and we can use the jobs,” Charlie told me as
he was undoing the ropes securing the load and lifted off a hand
truck to his son.

“My name’s Bill,” I smiled back at him.  “I noticed the name on the
truck says ‘Charlie and Sons’ – does that mean that there’s more at
home?” 

“Yeah Bill, two more; ages 11 and 8.  Until two years ago, I was
working on the line at Boeing, but after the big layoffs, my wife and
I decided to try to make a business of our own.  We’ve both been
working odd jobs and making ends meet, but now we’re getting a
reputation of doing good work and doing it at short notice, so I’m
about ready to quit 7-11 and do this full-time.  Boyd’s been great,
working after school and weekends, but he’s too young for a CDL, so I
hafta do most of the driving.”  He looked over his shoulder at me
with a questioning look, then asked, “You won’t say anything, will ya
Bill?  We sure don’t need the hassle.”

“No Charlie, don’t worry about that.  I well understand that we all
hafta do what’s necessary to get by, and sometimes the bureaucracy
gets in the way.  I wish you luck on your new business, and I’m glad
we could help.  Now, about all of this stuff…” I answered waving my
hand over the back of his truck.

“Oh, I’m sorry.  We’ll get this stuff off and setup--” Charlie
started with a look of panic.

“No, no Charlie,” I responded, putting my hand on his arm, “That’s
not what I meant.  It’s just that I’ve got all of this hyper-active
slave labor here,” directing his attention to my three boys standing
on the lawn.  “Let us help, and my two boys know where they want most
of the furniture in their rooms anyway.”  He looked relieved that I
wasn’t mad and smiled back at me.

“Ok Bill, we can do that.  Let Boyd and me get a few of these boxes
off and we’ll start opening things up and figure it out from there.” 
He and Boyd went right to work getting the myriad of boxes off the
truck while I got down and explained things to the boys.  I noticed
that Jeff seemed unusually interested in something, so I looked back
at the truck and saw Boyd moving around, and bending over, showing
off a gorgeous little butt in his tight cut-offs.

“Take it easy son,” I leaned over and whispered to him, “Don’t do
anything that could cause trouble.”  He blushed from ear to ear and
just nodded as I moved off to open the garage door and get some tools
in case we needed them.  Charlie and Boyd worked well together with
practiced moves and soon had several boxes laid out on the driveway
and started cutting loose the strapping.  Once they had the cardboard
removed, we saw that most all of it was the new furniture for Jeff’s
room, so we assembled the big pieces and started moving everything
into Jeff’s new room.  We didn’t waste any time placing all of the
furniture in ‘just the right place’, but went back out to get started
on the second truck and Timmy’s furniture.

After we moved the big assemblies into Timmy’s room, Charlie told us
that it was going to require some time to attach all of the modules
into the wrap-around desk that Timmy wanted.  “Boyd, why don’t you
and Jeff go into his room and get it set up the way he wants,”
Charlie told his son.  Both boys headed off down the hall and I went
to the kitchen to retrieve sodas for everyone.  As I was heading back
down the hall, I noticed that Jeff’s door was closed, so I quietly
went to his door and gingerly tried the knob.  Finding it locked, I
grinned to myself and went back down the hall to Timmy’s room to
watch and to head off anyone, trying to give the boys a bit of
privacy.

We’d been working about half an hour when Charlie asked to use the
bathroom.  I took him down the hall and showed him where, then went
back to Timmy’s room.  I heard the toilet flush and watched down the
hall as Charlie emerged and glanced over to Jeff’s closed door.  He
signaled to me and I moved down the hall toward him.  “Uuhhh Bill, we
might have a problem,” he said, fidgeting nervously.  “I think… well,
maybe Boyd… uuhhh, maybe he’s… uuhhh--”

“You’re worried that the boys are together,” I interrupted and saw a
look of astonishment come across his face.  “Don’t worry Charlie, I
don’t hear any screams, so if anything IS going on, then they seem to
be enjoying each other’s company.”  He seemed to be relieved at my
attitude and breathed out a big sigh.  “Charlie, I know that Jeff’s
gay, and from the looks they’ve been giving each other all day, I
assume that Boyd is too,” and watched Charlie nod his head.

“Ever since he told his mother and me about his… his choice, we
haven’t been too happy about it but we love our son and don’t want
anything to happen to him.  Yeah, I saw the looks too and told Boyd
that he’d better just keep it in his pants, but…” and his voice
dropped off, almost in defeat.

“Charlie, I know what I went through when I found out about Jeff too,
and it isn’t easy on anyone.  But it’s not a ‘choice’ Charlie, Boyd
is just responding to what’s in his heart; nobody ‘chooses’ to be an
outcast by society, and the best we can do as parents is to make it
as easy as possible for our sons to grow to adulthood, no matter who
they love or who they sleep with,” I explained, hoping to dispel some
of his fears.  “I just don’t think this is quite appropriate behavior
by either one of them, so maybe we can scare them a little bit.  Are
you willing to go along with me for a little bit?  I promise it won’t
hurt the boys, but maybe they’ll behave better.”

“Sure Bill, I just don’t want things to get out of hand with Boyd,”
Charlie said quietly.  I turned toward the door and we both stood
there when I knocked quietly so as not to get Timmy and Berry’s
attention.

“Open up boys!” I called to them, “We know what’s going on, so don’t
bother.”  It only took a couple of seconds before I heard the lock
snap and the door opened to e very sheepish looking Jeff, still with
his shorts unbuttoned, and his underwear poking out in front.  As we
both stepped into the room, I saw Boyd with his back to us
frantically trying to button the front back up on his cut-offs.

Charlie closed the door quietly and said, “Don’t bother son, we both
know what was going on and we’re not mad.”  Boyd looked back over his
should at his father, sat down hard on the edge of the new bed, and
put his face in his hands.  Charlie walked over to him, sat beside
him, and put his arm around him, quietly talking to his ear.  I could
see a look of confusion cross Jeff’s face, so I signaled him to sit
in the desk chair while I stood leaning again his new chest of
drawers.  A few minutes later, Charlie took a clean handkerchief from
his pocket and gave it to Boyd to wipe his eyes and blow his nose.  I
noticed that Boyd had only gotten a couple of buttons fastened in his
cutoffs, and since I could see some blond pubic hairs sticking out, I
knew that he didn’t have any underwear on.  He sat up straight and
just looked over at me with his dad’s arm resting lightly on his
shoulders.  This was one of those ‘pregnant pause’ times, so I
guessed that it was up to me to say something.

“The only thing that both Charlie and I want to know is, did either
of you force the other one to do something?”  The boys exchanged
glances and then Jeff looked over at me and hung his head.

“No dad, nothing like that,” he muttered, “It’s just that--”

“Son, we raised you better than that.  You have nothing to be ashamed
of, so please look at me while you’re talking,” I said in as kindly a
tone as I could make.

“Sorry sir,” Jeff said as he snapped his head up and looked Charlie
and me squarely, “It’s just that we… well, we kinda…” 

“Got horny,” I interjected.  “Go on,” I told him as I watched a
crimson blush rise up his face.

“Yeah, that and we were working together on the bed, and well… one
thing led to another… and, uhh… we just kinda both…”

“Ok, I get the picture Jeff,” I told him relieving him or having to
continue, “But do you think that doing this while Boyd is here to
work and taking him away from his job is the right way to do it?  And
you Boyd, you’re trying to help your dad get the company off the
ground, and I think that’s great, but what do you think would have
happened if I wasn’t as understanding as I am?  Is it worth a few
moments of fun for you and your dad to loose a job?” 

“No sir,” he replied, looking me straight in the eye.  “I just didn’t
think about that, and I should have.  I’m sorry sir, please don’t
hold it against my dad for the stupid thing that I did.”

“I’m not holding anything against anyone son, it’s just that we both
needed you guys to realize that actions have consequences, and since
both of us only want what’s best for our sons, we decided to talk to
you both right now,” I told a much relieved young man.  “Charlie, do
you think there’s maybe another half hour of work to do in Timmy’s
room?”

“Yeah, I’d say that’s about right Bill,” Charlie responded catching
on to what I was doing.

“Well then, why don’t we leave these two fine young gentlemen to
‘finish up’ things in here, and we’ll see what we can do to get the
other room set up?” I suggested looking at two really astonished boys
as I moved toward the door.  Charlie gave Boyd a hug around his
shoulders and stood up to follow me out.  I opened the door and
Charlie stepped through, but I turned back toward the boys.  “I’m
sure that you two can get everything squared away in half an hour
can’t you?”

“Yes dad,” Jeff answered, but Boyd could only nod his head in
response.

“Oh, and Jeff, you might get Boyd’s phone number,” I said as I was
closing the door, “You know, for maybe another time…”

I joined Charlie further down the hall, and it was all either of us
could do to not break out in laughter.  “Did you see the looks on
their faces?” he asked, and then thought better of his question. 
“Well duh… of course you did, you were right there.  I think you
handled that great; both boys saw that there’s a time and place and
right now wasn’t the best time.  How do you know what to do in a
situation like that?” 

“Well, since we love our sons, it just kinda comes naturally doesn’t
it?” I asked back.  “If there’s anything you’d like to talk to me
about, please feel free to call or come by most anytime.  I don’t
pretend to know everything about all of this, but I sure can listen
if you’d just like to talk.  You have my number on the invoices,
don’t you?”

“Yup, I sure do.  Thanks Bill, it means a lot for both my wife and me
to be able to have someone else to talk to about our son,” and I
could see that he loved Boyd very much.  “Let’s get back in there and
see what those two imps have done to the furniture.”  We walked back
into Timmy’s room and found both boys lying on their backs under the
various sections of the desk.  I thought it was cute as hell, and had
to restrain myself from trying to tickle such easy targets.  “Hey
guys,” Charlie called out, “Everything going together ok?”

“Pretty much,” Timmy answered, “We just can’t get these three pieces
together here in the middle.”  Charlie crawled down there with the
boys and in no time, they had it locked together and were scrambling
out from under the ensemble.  We all ganged up on all the corners and
wrestled it back against the two walls where Timmy wanted it.  I was
quite impressed; Timmy had done his homework well and everything fit,
including the window opening.  As we were putting the finishing
touches on the double bed and setting the nightstand into place, Jeff
and Boyd stuck their heads in the doorway.

“We’re all done; what’s keeping the old men?” Jeff said in his cheeky
way of digging at me.  I looked up at them and saw that both had a
satisfied look on their faces and it looked like both of them had
replaced their shorts back to normal from the way that we had last
seen them.  Neither of them could stop grinning like the cat who ate
the canary.  I was sure that they had finished things to both of
their satisfaction.  We hauled out the debris from both rooms, and I
had to agree that Jeff and Boyd had done an excellent job on Jeff’s
room. 

As we were making one last trip out to the driveway, Jeff asked, “Can
Boyd stay over?”

“I don’t have a problem with that, but maybe you’d better ask Charlie
about it,” I told him.  Both boys looked at Charlie expectantly. 

“Maybe another time guys,” he responded, dashing their hopes for a
rematch.  “We still have to haul the trash to the disposal site, and
still get the trucks back home before dark… I promised his mom,” he
said more directed to me than to the boys.  “Besides, it’s a school
night.”  I had to chuckle as I watched both boys react in the time
honored tradition of rolling their eyes whenever a “grownup” talks
about school, but they both knew that there was no appeal from that
argument.  We helped load the remaining cardboard and Styrofoam
packing into one of the trucks and waved to Charlie and Boyd as they
drove out of our cul-de-sac.

“Berry, I want you to join us for dinner tonight to pay you back for
all of the work you’ve helped us with yesterday and today.  I’ve
already spoken to your mom, and it’s ok with her, so you guys go get
washed up and we’ll head out,” I told all three of them.  I saw Jeff
head into my room as the other two went into Timmy’s room.  I
followed Jeff into my bathroom and removed my shirt, getting ready to
wash up too.  “Well, did you and Boyd get to finish?” I asked Jeff as
he was washing in one of the basins.  

As I stepped up to the other basin he answered, “Yeah dad, and he’s
hung like a horse!”  Since Jeff was only 13, I figured that maybe he
had just seen his first 16 year old cock, and compared to his, it
would have been quite a bit bigger.

“Oh?  And how big is that?” I asked as I reached for the liquid soap
container.  Jeff looked over to me and held his hands about 8 inches
apart, causing me to raise my eyebrows.  Seeing my astonishment, he
nodded his head vigorously.

“Really dad, he’s not as big around as you are, but he’s so long, I
can’t get it all in my mouth,” he asserted.  Now being on the
receiving end of his oral ministrations, and knowing that he can
barely get all of me inside his mouth and that I’m just 6 inches
long, I had to give credence to his claim.  We finished washing,
getting cleaned up for our night out.  I didn’t feel like cooking
after the long day, and it’s always a special treat for all of us to
go out for dinner.


I took the boys to Sheri’s; a chain in the Pacific Northwest that
caters to family meals that are both well made, and having a good
variety for everyone’s tastes.  I was glad to see that all the boys
ordered big meals rather than just burgers, and watched as these
human eating machines devoured every last morsel.  When Greg, our
server, returned and asked about dessert, the boys all looked over at
me, silently asking permission.  “Sure guys, whatever you want; you
earned it,” I told them and Greg at the same time.  They each ordered
something different after a brief conference and deciding that they
could try more things that way.  One thing I noticed about Sheri’s,
they don’t skimp on the whipped cream and the cherries topping their
desserts.  I could only watch in amazement as they also devoured
these just like they had their dinners.

I was expecting to have to order a forklift to get them out to the
car, but they all went out as I settled the bill, leaving a generous
tip for Greg after putting up with my brood.  I dropped Berry off at
his house on our way home, and then pulled into the garage and closed
the door for the night.  I asked the boys if they had any homework
that had been “forgotten” and they both grudgingly answered yes, so I
sent them off to their new desks to get it done while I grabbed a
beer and flopped onto the couch, thinking about how grateful I was
for the wonderful family that I had, and about Joe and the boys
coming next weekend.

About 9 o’clock, both boys reappeared and joined me on the couch. 
All of the hard work for the past two days had taken its toll on all
three of us, so I suggested that we get ready for bed, and much to my
amazement, got no argument from either boy.  I closed up the house,
turned off the lights, and set the alarm as I worked my way back to
my bedroom.  I was taken back when I walked in and saw both of my
boys already ensconced in my bed, just waiting for me.  “What, you
guys don’t want to sleep in you new beds tonight?” I teased.

“We can sleep there all week daddy,” Timmy responded, looking up at
me with those big, puppy dog eyes of his, “We wanna be with you
tonight.  We both got a lot to tell ya.”  This peaked my curiosity,
so I proceeded to undress, do my bathroom routine, and then crawl up
the center of the bed between two very rampant cocks as both boys
were lying on their backs, waiting for me.  I flopped down in the
middle and rolled onto my back.  Timmy immediately snuggled in close
while Jeff reached for the covers and pulled them up, covering us, at
least for a little while.  He reached over and switched off the
light, then snuggled into my waiting arm.

“Ok Timmy, what’s all of this ‘stuff’ you have to tell me?” I asked,
expecting him to tell me about his night with Berry.

“Berry and me fucked each other… a LOT!”  He was so enthused, I
wasn’t sure what he was telling me.

“But I thought you guys had already done that,” I said, kinda
confused.

“Yeah, but he never liked it then, but he sure does now,” Timmy
enthused and I could feel his little cocklet get throbbing hard
against my leg.  “Daddy, I worked on him just like you taught me and
Jeff.  I even got him off once while I was fingering his butt, and
after that he really, really wanted me to fuck him again.  I went
real slow this time, just like you taught me, and he got the funny
feelings again before I did while I was doin’ it.”  Timmy seemed very
happy with himself, and I was happy that I could have taught him so
well that he could turn Berry’s attitude around like that.

“So how many times did you do it to each other?” I asked into the
darkness feeling both boys lightly playing around with my nipples.

“I don’t ‘member daddy; I lost count after 10 times,” he stated
flatly.  I was astonished for a moment but then remembered that
pre-pubescent boys don’t have to ‘recharge’ and can even keep going
right after they have an orgasm and push on to another one.  I could
remember back to my own childhood with Joe and that got me to
thinking that I was really looking forward to his visit in less than
a week. 

“Wow Timmy, that’s great,” was about all I could say with all of the
mixed emotions that were running through my mind at the moment.

“Yeah,” he gushed, “He says that he can hardly wait until he can get
Jeffy to fuck him the next time.  He wants to do it tomorrow after
school,” he explained.  Jeff didn’t say anything but hugged me closer
and started kissing my chest, heading for my nipple.

I changed the subject to get him off track when I asked him, “Jeff,
why don’t you tell Timmy about your afternoon?”  Jeff giggled, but
then started by reminding us of how Boyd had looked when he was here.

“We were working on getting the bed to fit on the frame and I was
watching his gorgeous ass as he was bent over the bed, trying to get
it to fit.  When he stood back up, I saw that he was turned on when I
saw that his cock had slid down his leg and the head was poking
underneath the frayed edge of his leg.  He got real red, but I just
walked up to him and started stroking his cockhead.  He leaned in to
me and we kissed, and I felt him reach over and stroke me too.  We
had just gotten our pants down when you knocked on the door, and Boyd
really freaked,” he was explaining.

Timmy raised his head and asked, “Dad walked in on you?”

“No,” Jeff replied, “I’d locked the door and dad just knocked on it,
and told us that he knew what we were doing.  I knew he wouldn’t be
mad, but when I opened the door and saw Charlie standing there too,
then I got scared.”  He went on to explain to Timmy what had
transpired while Timmy just lay there, absorbing it all like a
sponge.  “But after they left, we started to finish the room, but
after about five minutes, we couldn’t stand it any longer and both
just jumped onto the bed and kicked our shorts off.  Timmy, he’s got
the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.  It was so much that I couldn’t get
it all in my mouth.”

“I bet I could,” Timmy muttered into my chest.

“I’ll bet you could, you little slut!”  I was almost ready to
chastise Jeff for calling his little brother that when he followed
with, “You gotta teach me how you do that, little brother.”  The
thought of watching Timmy teaching Jeff how to swallow a long dick
got me harder than I already was.  I started rolling over an idea I’d
had about getting a camera and a VCR to tape the action.  All of this
talk about the action the boys had gotten over the weekend really got
to me.  I rolled onto my side and started kissing Timmy on the mouth,
and he responded by slipping his tongue into my mouth.

“Turn around little one,” I pulled back and whispered to him.  He
swiveled around on the big bed and was soon in a nice 69 position,
and slipped my cock into his mouth.  As I felt him going down on my
extremely hard cock, I reached behind to draw Jeff closer, not
wanting him to be left out.  Jeff rolled onto his side behind me and
I pulled him closer to me, finally getting his cock slid between my
ass cheeks as Timmy was working his magic on my cock.  After only a
few strokes, I felt Jeff pull away from me and I heard noises as he
was looking for something.  I had gone down on Timmy’s cock and balls
and had his entire package sucked into my mouth, so I didn’t worry to
much about what Jeff was doing.

After a few moments, I felt Jeff’s slicked up hand slip between my
cheeks and I knew what he was going to do.  Slowly, he worked first
one, and then two fingers into my hole and I moaned loudly around
Timmy’s package that was throbbing in my mouth as he went into his
first orgasm.  As Jeff eased himself closer, I moaned again as I felt
his cockhead enter my hole and then felt his entire shaft as he
pushed on inside in one, smooth stroke.  I was so turned on, I
reached behind Timmy, searching for his little pucker.  As I was
feeling my way to Timmy’s backdoor, he raised his upper leg, granting
me more room to work on him.  I gently let his cocklet out of my
mouth and reached back with my tongue, trying to slurp all the way
inside of that sweet, delicious opening.

“Ooohhhhh yyeeesssssss daddy,” Timmy moaned as I connected with his
hole.  Jeff was slowly stroking himself as deep into me as he could
and pulling back as far as he dared, hitting my prostate with every
push.  I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, and really didn’t
care anymore.  I attacked Timmy’s hole like a man possessed and felt
his whole body go rigid in my arms as he strained under another, more
powerful orgasm.  That was it for me and I screamed a muffled sound
into Timmy’s butt cheeks as I overloaded his sucking mouth and his
grasping throat.

My involuntary tightening of my anal chute brought Jeff over the top
shortly after Timmy and me.  “OH GOD!  OH GOD!” he screamed out as I
felt the first shots of his powerful cum enter my backside.  He
thrust as deeply as he could and caught my hypersensitive prostate as
he did, causing me to moan once again.  

As I slowly came down from my sexual high, I could again feel my
boys.  Timmy was still absently slurping on my slowly receding cock,
but since the foreskin had again partially covered my exposed glans,
it wasn’t tormenting me but actually felt kind of nice.  Jeff was
still buried in my ass but he wasn’t as hard and rigid as he had been
but was just snuggling close and holding me tight as he found his own
way back to sanity.

As both boys calmed, they pulled away and righted themselves as we
all adjusted in the bed to be able to sleep.  We said our good nights
and in a flash, we were all dead to the world.


Over the next week, we gradually adjusted our rhythms of living to
accommodate having three bedrooms for the boys to spread out.  I made
sure to come home “late” on Monday, making sure that the boys had all
of the privacy they needed to explore this new side of Berry.  Jeff
was beside himself as he related how Berry had made him raw because
he wouldn’t take no for an answer, and made Jeff fuck him to four
separate orgasms while he went through at least twice as many of his
‘dry cums’.  I had to chuckle when Jeff swore that Berry was a
monster and that he wouldn’t allow THAT to happen again.  

Joe called on Wednesday night to tell us that he had re-confirmed his
reservations and his arrival times into Portland airport.  I’m glad
that they were traveling east to west and were able to take advantage
of the two hour time difference between us.  That way, when the boys
got out of a half day at school, they could leave immediately and
still get in here at a reasonable time.  Jeff and Timmy talked to
each of their counterparts and seemed enthused at their arrival.  We
still weren’t sure of the sleeping arrangements and I figured that
we’d just play it by ear after they arrived.  I told Joe to not let
the boys fill up on junk food as they flew since I was planning on
taking everyone to the yacht club for a nice welcome dinner after
they touched down.  

Work was just kinda ‘there’, and I was so pre-occupied, even my
secretary noticed and commented to me.  After I explained that my
brother and his sons were visiting for the first time after my wife
died, she let it be known around the company, which helped a lot with
my absentmindedness and made sure that I was out of there on time
each night.  Everything that I could think of was done, and when I
picked the boys up on Friday night, I saw that they were as nervous
as I was.

As we were sitting in the waiting lounge for arriving passengers and
watching the plane pull up to the jetway, I was as nervous as a cat
in a room full of rocking chairs.  Suddenly my mouth went dry and my
palms started to sweat; ‘what was I doing here,’ I thought, ‘trying
to recapture my youth in a desperate attempt to turn back time?’

To Be Continued…



		
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