
                          MY NEW FAMILY
     I first learned about our move when my father arrived home and
announced, "David, son, start packing.  We move this weekend."
    "Okay." I said.  I'd always hated the small apartment we
shared; my room was little bigger than a closet.  "Where?"
    "To a farm in the country."  Dad sat down and said, "Son, you
know I'm gay, yes?"
    "Yes." Dad had told me he was gay when I was eight.  I still
hadn't told him I was gay, too.  It didn't seem appropriate.
     I should mention that my Dad is only 35; he met my mother when
he was only sixteen and I was born only a year later.  All part of
his attempts to "straighten myself out" as he put it.  Still, he'd
done okay by me, working on a construction site to afford to feed
both of us (my mother had left me with him and headed for parts
unknown when I was three, I had no memory of her) while he went to
college part-time.  He was now a builder.
     But back to the conversation.  "I've met a man at one of the
construction sites.  He's a very nice man and well, we've been
seeing each other for six months and are ready to try a
relationship."
     "We're moving in with him?" I asked.  Dad never brought home
his dates, so the man was a mystery to me.  "A man I've never met?"
     "You've met him, son.  It's Romano Martinelli.  I brought him
over for dinner just last week."
     Romano Martinelli, yes, I remembered him.  Born in Italy, a
dark haired man with sharp cheekbones and a raw masculinity to his
muscled frame.  A construction foreman, Dad had introduced him to
me with an intensity I now understood.  I wasn't meeting a
coworker, I was meeting Dad's lover!
     Still I couldn't fault Dad's taste in men.  Romano had danced
through my dreams for every night since then.  Now I was going to
be living with him!  "The three of us, then?" I asked casually.
    "Romano has a son." Dad chided.  "And a big house on a small
plot of land outside the city.  It's better than both of us moving
to a place here, don't you think?  You can ride in with us and
still attend your old school.  His son's your age, and attends your
school the same way.  Perhaps you know him.  Tony Martinelli."
    Tony!  My god, the biggest, handsomest boy in my senior class.
He'd just turned eighteen and was on the baseball team.  "I know
him."  That was an understatement.  I was going to be sharing a
house with two of the best-looking men in town!  I went to pack
happily.
    Dad shouted over my shoulder as I left to pack.  "You and Tony
will be sharing a room until we can add onto his house.  I thought
that should wait a while until we all get settled and know how
things are going to work out.  When we do, you'll get all new
furniture and we'll sell this stuff for now.  You can have any
money from the sale of your stuff.  So get rid of anything you
don't want."
    Tony and his father came to help us move; Romano had a pickup.
I was only taking clothes and personal items and so was dad, so one
trip fully loaded, we set out.  Tony and I balanced atop the load
in chairs we'd strapped on for that purpose, and talked as Romano
and Dad sat in the cab.
    I got details from Tony; his story was much the same as mine,
save that his mother had died when he was little, and his father
had come out to him about the same time mine had.  Dad and Romano
had met at a gay parent's meeting of some kind, and recognized each
other.
      Tony concluded by leaning closer.  "What do you think of my
dad?" he asked.
    "He seems nice." I said.
    "You think he's cute?" Tony leered at me.
    "Huh?  What do you mean?"
    "I mean I've seen you looking at me in the shower." Tony said,
clutching at me.  He had a huge, uncut schlong, I remembered.
     "Uh, Tony, I'm sorry." I said.
    "Hey, David, don't sweat it." Tony said.  "I've known for over
a year and I haven't told anyone.  In fact," and his hand travelled
over and perched on my thigh, "I'm looking forward to us sharing
my bed.  You're cute, David, did you know that?"
    "Me?" I stuttered.  His hand was travelling towards my crotch
as we talked.  Did I dare place my hand on his crotch?
    "Sure, a cute blond-haired kid like you.  The girls are all
crazy about you, and you don't give them the time of day.  That was
what really gave you away.  If you wanted to hide it, you should
have dated a few now and then like I did."
    "You did."
    "Sure, you can't go advertising you're gay around high school!
Best to wait until college, when the kids won't care." Tony said.
"That's what I'm going to do."
    I looked at Tony with new eyes as his hand came in for a
landing on my crotch.  I put my hand on his bulge and found a stiff
cock waiting for it.
     "I repeat, do you think my dad's cute?  Your dad sure is.  He
works out, doesn't he?"
    "Yeah, we both do.  There're weights in the stuff we packed.
    "That explains all those muscles he and you have.  You're
really cute, David."  Tony jerked his hand away; we were arriving
in the village near the Martinelli farm.  "We'll talk about it all
tonight."
    Tony had a big room, 12x12 easy, with a big, king-sized bed.
No problem with sharing anything, he said as he jerked his clothes
over in his closet to make room for mine.  "Throw your underwear
in there." he opened a dresser drawer revealed to be full of his
briefs.  "We'll mix them together and not worry who's is who's."
   I tossed my red and blue briefs in with his white boxers.  I'd
wear his boxes tomorrow, I decided.  Maybe everyday.
    Night came all too soon as we all unpacked.  Romano turned out
to be a wonderful cook and I was stuffed with rigatoni as I got
ready for bed.
    Tony and I undressed in his room with the lights turned low.
I pulled out my pajamas, but Tony put his hand on mine.  "I sleep
raw." he said.  "Pajamas will just get in our way, don't you
think?"
      "Uh, yeah." I still hadn't told Tony I was a virgin for all
my looking at him and others in the shower.  I wasn't sure of what
to do, and how to do it.
    I watched his body as he shucked his shirt.  Firm, round
muscles showed he had his own work-out routine.  He wasn't a body-
builder, but his muscles made nice, circular lines all over his
chest and formed squares across his taut stomach.  Hair was
abundant though not long, making his body seemed brown and black
striped, like a tiger.
    Tony came over.  "Having troubles with those buttons, brother?"
he said.  He unbuttoned my shirt and ran his hands across my
rather-hairless chest.  "Mmm, I like what I see." he grunted as he
played with my nipples."
    "Uh, Tony, can I be honest with you?" I gasped as my cock gave
itself away in my unzipped pants, a red tent on my groin.
    "Sure, let's be honest." Tony said as he reached for my
crotch.
    "I've never done it before." I got out.
    He looked at me.  "Wanna know a secret?"
    "Sure."
    "I haven't either.  We're two virgins, David," he gulped and
looked at me.  "But we'll take care of that tonight."
    "But, but I don't even know what to do." I wailed.
    "I have a pretty good idea." Tony said.  "But tell you what.
Your dad and mine have been over there in the next room several
times.  They always tell each other what to do.  You be your dad
and I'll be mine.  We do what they do.  Deal?"
   "Okay." I said.
    Tony opened the nightstand drawer, pulled out tubes of
lubricant.  "Then let's get undressed and in bed.  They'll be
starting in soon."
    I shucked my pants and briefs, yanked off my socks and crawled
into bed.  Tony was right behind me, and as I settled in he climbed
on top of me, his rigid cock brushing mine and we kissed.
    "Mmmm." I groaned but he shushed me.
    "Shh.  I think they're about to begin.
   "Oh, yeah, Charles," Romano groaned.  "Lick my nipples, lick my
nipples."
    I grinned.  Tony was right.  We'd get a, pardon the expression,
blow-by-blow of tonight's action with my father and  his. I leaned
down and rolled Tony off of me, and took one of his stiff tits into
my mouth, sucked on it hard.
    "Ouch, man, take it easy!" Tony groaned.
    "Yeah, man, hard, suck them hard." Romano said in the next
room.  I sucked harder and Tony moaned first in pain, then in
passion.  His cock grew rock-hard underneath my hand and I grabbed
it, jacked it slowly.
    My dad's voice came softly into the room.  "Oh, Romano, let me
suck your cock.  Please, let me suck it."
    "Please, Tony," I begged.  "Can I suck your cock?"
    "Sure, Charles, go for it."
    "Go for it." Tony whispered and I took him into my mouth.  I
was clumsy, unskilled, but our eagerness made up for it.  I tasted
salty precum on his cockhead, licked it off quickly and and lunged
down over his cock.
    Tony groaned, arched his back and nearly lifted both of us up.
What he really did was jam his cock into my throat, all the way
down.
      My mouth was full of cock!  I gagged, choked, eased up.  "I
think it takes practice." I said in a strangled tone.
      "Then jerk it for me, man, jerk it for me." Tony groaned.
     "Yeah, suck that cock." Romano raved from the next room.
"Take it all the way down."
    "Yeah, pound my pud for me, David.  Pound it!" Tony ordered me.
    I flogged Tony's cock furiously for him, and he moaned,
thrashed beneath me, and my hand got sticky with his oozing precum.
   "Now slick it up for me.  Rub this lube on it."
    Tony seemed ready for this, and he grabbed the lube and handed
it to me.  "Rub this lube on it." he echoed.
    I unscrewed the cap, squeezed out a generous portion and
smeared his cock with it.
    "Yeah, coat it all for me." Romano ordered my father.
    In different rooms, my father and I both stroked stiff dicks,
smearing them with lube.  I wondered why.  Shows how dumb I was,
then.
    "Now shove some up your ass." Romano ordered.  I shrugged,
squeezed more onto my hand and reached for my ass, smeared it
around on my ass cheeks.
    "Slick your asshole up, Charles." Romano said.
      Tony grabbed the tube and squeezed some onto his hand, said,
"Like this, dufus." and he rammed a lube-coated finger into my
asshole.
    I moaned with the pain, and Tony stopped, gently withdrew it.
"Sorry, David.  Let me try it slower." and he gently worked the
lube into my ass, slowly moving it in deeper until I could tell he
had three fingers in my ass.  No more pain, either, instead, a warm
sensation that accumulated in my stomach.  This felt good!
    "Damn, you're loose now, David." Tony said.
    "Now roll onto your back." Romano's voice ordered my dad.
    "Do it." Tony whispered to me, and I did.  He then crawled
between my legs, lifted them up onto his shoulders.
    "Yeah, stick it in me!" My dad yelled from the next room.
And Tony shoved his cock in.
    It didn't hurt, much.  With all the lube in my ass and on his
cock, it was easy.  And it felt terrific.  Tony withdrew and poked
it in again.
    He was doing something in there, I could tell.  Each time he
pumped into me, there was a strange rubbing sensation.  He was
hitting something in there, and it felt great!  "Ooh, yeah, Tony,
fuck me." I murmured.
    "Fuck me, Romano, fuck me hard!" came my dad's voice from the
next room.
    Tony responded by speeding up his thrusts, until the bed
beneath us squeaked loudly in time to his lunges.  Squeak, squeak,
squeak.  Fuck, fuck, fuck.
    Martinelli cocks were plugging Johansen asses in this house.
My dad was yelling from the next room, yelling in pleasure at
Tony's dad's fuck, while Tony fucked me in the next room.
    I began to echo my dad, louder and louder, "Oh, yeah, Tony,
fuck me, fuck me!"
    Tony clapped a hand over my mouth.  "Shh!" he said desperately.
"They'll hear you!"
    Both men next door were groaning loudly.  "How can they?" I
retorted.  "Fuck me, Tony!  Oh, God, it feels so good.  Fuck me,
stud, fuck me."
    And Tony speeded up until his ass was a bobbing blur I could
see over his heaving shoulders, his arms around my chest, pinning
my legs to my stomach while my feet waved wildly overhead.
    "Oh, God, Romano, I'm coming!" my dad shouted from the next
room.
    My dad was coming.  My father's cock, spraying Romano with
come.  That did it.  I shot my load along with my father, and the
white globs sprayed Tony's chest and face, dripped off his chin
onto me.
      "Uh, uh, uh, oh yeah, oh yeah!" Romano was shouting.  He was
coming too.
    As the sounds from next door quieted, Tony smothered a moan on
my shoulder and I felt my ass filling with his come.
      A wonderful lassitude overcame us, and cemented together with
my come, Tony and I went to sleep in each other's arms.
    We slept until perhaps 2:00 a.m. when sounds from next door
woke me up.  Romano and my dad were at it again.  Well, I suppose
it was a sort of honeymoon.  Hugging, kissing, groaning obscenities
at each other.  I sat up and Tony, rolled off me by this action,
woke up.  "What is it?" he said.
    I grinned down at him in the dim light.  "They're at it again.
The deal was that we'd do what they did."
    Tony roused, reached up and kissed me.  "Sounds fair.  You
ready to get fucked again?"
    "You ready to get fucked again?" Romano echoed from next door.
   I grinned.  What a good coincidence, for my father responded,
"No, this time I get to fuck you."
    "What?" Tony gasped.
    "What?" Romano said.
    "Hey, when we were casual lovers, I didn't care." My father
explained.  "If we're going to be steady lovers, though, I want to
be able to fuck you, too."
    "You heard that, Tony?" I laughed at him, his startled face
pressing an ear to the wall.
    "Come on, dad, don't do it." Tony begged his father.
    "Afraid of your own medicine?" I queried.  "It feels good.
You'll like it."
    "You'll like it." my father said.  "It feels great.  I was
beginning to wonder who was mimicking who here.
    "Well, all right." Romano said to Tony's dismay.  "But take it
easy, man."
    "Come on, Tony." I said and pulled him down.  "You're turn to
take it."  I pulled out the lube and handed it to him. "Lube me
up."
    Tony gulped, looked ready to run.  "You'll be gentle, and stop
if I ask you to?"
    "Maybe." I said.  "Look, you fucked me and it felt great.  I
didn't know what to expect.  Come on, fair's fair."  And in those
halcyon days of high school, that was all it took.  Tony began to
grease up my cock, his gentle rubbing hands massaging my cock to
rigid tumescence.  Then he aimed his finger towards his ass.
    "Let me do that." I said and took the lube, and gave him the
same treatment he gave me, slow and gently pushing inwards until
I had him lubed up.  Tony was groaning with pleasure by the time
I was done.  "That's what it'll feel like too." I announced.
    "I'm ready." Romano said.  "Give it to me, Charles."
    "I'm ready." Tony whispered.  "Give it to me, David."
    This time it was the Martinelli asses who were being invaded.
I pushed gently into Tony's round, brown ass a little at a time,
until soon I was buried to the hilt in his warm, turgid bowels.
    "Ooh, that feels good." Tony breathed.
    "Give it to me, stud." Romano ordered.
    "Give it to me." Tony echoed.
     I began to fuck the sweet ass.  Tony forgot his own worries
about silence, and soon was yelling as loudly as his father.  "Fuck
me, David, fuck me."
    "Fuck me, Charles, fuck me!" Romano was ordering from next
door.
    I obliged, because my hormones were taking over.  I plunge-
fucked Tony, and he was screaming with passion, begging to give it
to him, harder, harder, just like his father was begging for my
father to fuck him.  Father and son were again being fucked by
father and son.  I found the idea very stimulating.
    When my father's shouts of ectasy began next door, I echoed
them, spilling into Tony's ass with a flow that felt like it'd
never stop.
    Tony jerked when he felt the come, and with the jerk, exploded
all over me.  Next door, his father was shouting with pleasure as
he, too, orgasmed.
    This time, we went soundly to sleep, with all four asses
thoroughly fucked now.
    Next morning, as we were riding to work with our fathers, Tony
whispered to me.  "I've got a plan."
   "What do you mean?" I asked when our fathers dropped us off at
school.
     Tony just smiled, "Don't you think  my dad is cute?"
"Well, sure, but...."
   "And I think your dad is cute."  He really loved the word
"cute".  "Why don't we seduce them?  I seduce your dad and you
seduce mine.  You want to, don't you?"
"Well, yeah, but..."
     "It's settled then.  When we get home  tonight, make your
move.  I'll get your dad away on some  pretext, and you start in
on my dad.  We'll both get them in bed and we'll compare notes
afterward.  I've always  wondered what my old man was like in bed."
Tony said  almost wistfully.  "He's such a handsome man, don't you
think?"  I quickly agreed.
     As the day passed, I  found myself thinking, not of Romano,
but how Tony and  my father would look while making love.  Would
Tony fuck  my father, or would my father plunge into that hole I
had claimed so soon before.  I found myself actually feeling
jealous.  But of who?
     We had killed time at the basketball court and then met our
fathers for the ride home at 5:00 p.m., which Tony explained was
his usual schedule.  The ride home was quiet, for my part, I hadn't
figured out how to make the move on Romano yet.  If Tony was going
to fuck my father, then I was going to fuck his, that was for sure.
     Tony solved the problem with us.  "Mr. Johansen...." he
started.
     "Call me Charles, Tony."
    "Charles.  Would you go with me to the barn?  I want to show
you something."
     "Sure, Tony.  Right now?"
    "Yeah, it's important."
    "Let me change my clothes and I'll be  with you."
    As my father left the room, with Romano, I hissed at Tony,
"What's the plan?"
     "You get my dad here in the house.  I'll get yours in the
barn.  It can't be simpler.  Just say that you want him.  That's
what I'm going to do."
     "Uh, ok."  I figured Romano would laugh and me, and so would
my dad at Tony.  It would all be over quickly.
     Dad and Romano came out, Dad dressed in levis and T-shirt and
Romano wearing only a pair of cut-offs.  His muscled body rippled
as he walked to the kitchen.  "You can help me fix dinner, David."
he said.  Dad and Tony were out the door, so I walked into the
kitchen.  I had worn shorts to school that say, that and a
tank-top, so Romano and I were pretty evenly matched.  I cleared
my throat noisily near Romano and he turned to me,  "We heard you
guys last night." he smiled at me.  "You and Tony.  Your dad and
I were laughing about it."
     I blushed.  "We didn't know."
     "You ought to have, you two were noisy enough.  I found it
exciting.  I'm glad you and Tony found each other.  It'll make our
time living here easier, until you two go to college or move out
on your own.  You are welcome here."
     That was all nice to hear, but I still had a seduction to try.
"Romano?"  I stuttered.
     "Yes, David?"
     "I...that is...I...." I just couldn't say it.
     Romano smiled and took me in his arms.  "Yes, we can make
love." And he kissed me, hard.
     I returned the kiss as well as I could, but my emotions were
churning within me.  "Wait a minute." I said when I got my tongue
free of his sucking mouth.  "How did you know?"
     Romano laughed.  "Tony always calls me when he has some sort
of scheme, trying to set things up.  I can always put pressure on
him and get the story straight.  You can't fool a dad, David.  So
Charles and I talked it over.  We decided to try this four-way out,
two fathers and two sons.  So let's go in the bedroom and fuck.
Your dad and Tony will be in the barn doing the same thing."
     And Romano reached into my shorts and grabbed my hardening
cock, pulled on it.  I tried to do the same, but his cut-off jeans
were skin- tight.  Romano reached into one of the legs and tugged
his cock out the leg, and I grabbed it.  It was just as big as
Tony's, maybe even a little bigger.  Romano pulled my shorts down
and we jerked each other while we kissed furiously.   I ran my
other hand through his copious chest hair.  I love the feel of
chest fur in my hands, I decided, then reached down to suck on one
of his nipples.
    Romano groaned and growled appreciatively as I worked my tongue
on the tight little nipple.  "Let's get to the bedroom, David." he
said and, not letting go of each other's dicks, we trotted to
Romano's bedroom.
    I looked at the bed eagerly as we undressed.  Last night, my
father and Romano had fucked each other on this bed.  His sweat
would still be dried to its sheets, for they hadn't made the bed
this morning, just tossed the covers aside and arose.
     Time for me to get aggressive if I was going to be the fucker
this time, instead of the fuckee.  I kissed Romano again,
maneuvering him to the bed as I did so, and when the back of his
knees touched the bed, I threw us both down on it, wormed between
his legs eagerly until I could raise them above my head, a hairy
calf resting on each shoulder.  "Where's the lube?" I asked.  "I
need it if I'm going to fuck your ass."
     Romano grinned.  "You can fuck me.  I found out, just like
Tony, that it's a wonderful feeling.  But any reason why the
insistence?"  he cocked one eye at me.
    "Tony's going to fuck my father in the barn." I answered
aggressively.  "So I'm going to fuck you.  It's only fair."
    "That it is." Romano said, handing me the lube.  "So grease us
up."  With now-competent hands, I lubed my cock and his ass,
expertly shoving the lube into his still-tight ass.  I then dropped
the lube and scooted into position.  Romano grabbed my cock to
guide it to his asshole, and gasped.  "Damn, kid, you're bigger
than your dad!" he said.  "I don't see how my son could take this
monster."
     "You can handle it." I said confidently.  "I'll be slow about
it."  This time there were no voices to guide or interrupt us.  I
fucked Romano in the peace and quiet of the country life.  Romano
reached up and grabbed my tits, one in each hand, and pinched hard.
"Yow!" I yelled.  "Take it easy!"  And I retaliated by shoving my
cock in hard and fast, speeding up my fuck until he was gasping and
groaning underneath me.
     "Oh, yeah, kid, fuck me, fuck my ass." he groaned.  "Oh, yeah,
you're better than your father at fucking, so fuck me hard!"  I
pressed down to kiss him and he locked his arms around me, pulled
me down onto him hard, while his legs pushed my cock in to the
hilt.  We kissed while I fucked him, and Romano began to groan into
my mouth, warnings that he was about to come.  He fought to get
free of my mouth, but I held onto him and he came, orgasmed, shot
his steamy load against my stomach while he gasped for breath, his
lungs bellowing and heaving, drawing air from me until we were
breathing nothing but each other's used air.  I found myself
smothering, and the lack of air somehow stimulated me, and I came,
now I was was gasping for air and forced to breath through Romano's
mouth while he still came in spurting streams onto me, and I shot
my come-load into his ass, feeling it dribble out onto my balls and
onto the sheets.
     After what felt like a long time, we began to breath normally
again, me lying on top of Romano while our sweat mingled and we
again felt human instead of rutting animals.   "Ho, the house!"
came Tony's shout.  Romano jumped to his feet quickly.  "Let's get
dressed and start dinner." he said.  I tugged on my shorts and
followed Romano to the kitchen.  By the time my dad and Tony
arrived, we were in a scene of domestic normality.
     Tony grinned as he walked in the door; he was wearing my dad's
Levi's, while dad was in Tony's blue shorts.  Both were carrying
their shirts, and I remembered I had left my tanktop in Romano's
bedroom.  I thought about darting to get it, but Tony said, "Come
into our bedroom, David.  I got something to tell you."
     As I entered, Tony said, "Well, tell me everything.  Did it
go okay?"
    "Sure, you?"
    "Fine.  We got a half-hour to dinner.  Tell me all about it.
I told Tony how I had fucked his father and he was groaning by the
time I finished, rubbing his cock.
   "That explains the white stuff on your stomach." he said when
I finished and I looked down to see dried cum on my stomach.
    I laughed and said, "Now it's your turn.  Tell me.  How was my
dad in the hay?"
    And Tony told me how he fucked my father. "Well," Tony said as
he settled down.  "I got your dad out to the barn easy enough, and
he said, 'What did you have to show me?'"
     "'This,' I said and tugged down my shorts.  I didn't wear any
underwear today, so my cock sprung out and pointed at him.
     "He grinned. 'Looks good to me." and he got down on his knees
and sucked it a while.  Felt pretty good.  I yanked off my t-shirt
and then tugged at his.  He stood up and let me do it, then we
kissed as he unbuckled his jeans.  He wasn't wearing underwear,
either.  We kissed a while, with him holding our cocks together and
jerking them that way.  I felt myself about to come, and said,
'Stop!  I don't want to come yet!'"
     "He stopped and said, 'I don't want you to come yet either.
I want this schlong in my butt.'"
   "Well, I was flabbergasted.  I said, 'You got it, Charles.  Lube
my cock up with some spit and I'll ram it in you.'"
     I rubbed my cock nervously.  This story about Tony and my
father fucking was getting me real excited.  I was just barely
eighteen then, and you know how easy it is to get turned on, again
and again. "Go on." I said.  "Tell me, did you fuck him?"
     "Yeah, he had the lube with him.  I asked about it and he told
me that my dad had warned him I was going to try this and he was
ready and willing."
   "Yeah, your dad knew all about it.  You don't keep many secrets
from him."
   "I didn't tell him about you and him.  He guessed that part.
I supposed it was kind of obvious.  Anyway, he lubed up my cock,
and bent over onto a bale of hay.  'Stick it in me, Tony.' he
begged me."  Tony was rubbing his own cock as he remembered for me.
I was getting pretty excited myself.  "Well, I got in behind him
and plowed in.  My dad sure had your dad opened up, for it slid in
to the base in one stroke.  What's the matter?"
     For I was openly groaning.  Tony, my friend and lover, had
plugged my dad and I had plugged his.  "Never mind the rest."  I
said as I slid down my shorts.  "Fuck me, Tony, right now."
    Tony grinned and said, "I thought you'd never ask."  And he
slipped off his shorts and we were both naked except for Tony's
shoes.  He kicked them off as I grabbed the lube and squeezed some
onto my hand, expertly greased his cock up while he squeezed the
tube directly into my ass.  Tony stood on the floor while I lay on
my back on the bed, and held my legs in the crook of his elbow
while he plowed into me.  We were both eighteen, horny, and ready,
and in no time we were moaning and groaning while the bed squeaked
its concert for us.
     I don't know just how the next part happened, how long dad
and Romano had been standing there.  All I knew is when I heard my
dad say, "Dinnertime, boys." and I looked over, saw both of them
standing there, naked, jerking each other's cocks while they
watched their sons fucking.
    "Don't just stand there, Charles." Romano said.  "Fuck my boy
for me."  And Romano climbed onto the bed, slid his legs over my
chest and fed me his long cock.  I sucked on it eagerly, sucking
the father while the son fucked me.
     Tony gasped and groaned, and I saw my father's hands grab
Tony's waist, and I knew my dad was fucking Tony while he fucked
me.  The four of us forgot about dinner while we sucked and fucked.
      Romano tried to get to where he could suck my cock, ended up
knocking his son out of me.  "Let's try this a different way," my
dad said.  "I need Tony's dick up my ass more than my son does."
    "And I need that boy of your's more than my son does."  Romano
chipped in.
     More lube and Tony and I were both standing, me fucking his
dad while he fucked mine, side by side on the bed, looking up at
us while we plugged their asses.  "Oh, man, Charles, this boy's
cock feels so good in my ass."
     "Your boy isn't so bad, either."
     "Really.  Maybe I should try him out."  "Why not?  I want to
try mine out.  Boys, switch over.  Tony, you fuck your dad.  David,
fuck me."
     I was so eager I could barely contain myself.  I was so close
to orgasm as it was, and when my cock slid into my dad's butt, I
couldn't help myself, I shot right then and there.  So did he.  So
did Tony and Romano.  The thought of fucking my father, my father
thinking of his son fucking him, Tony and Romano, all of us
thinking the same horny thought, we had a four-way orgasm, come
shooting into our dad's asses while dad-come flew all over the
place.  After a time, we all lay on the bed, gasping for breath.
"Whew, that was hot!" Dad said.
    "Yeah." I agreed.  "But next time, I want to hold out longer.
I came too quick."
    "You weren't the only one, son." Dad said and kissed me slowly.
Romano and Tony kissed, too.
     "As soon as you can get up to it, dad." Tony said.  "I want
you to fuck me."
     "Me, too, dad." I told my dad.  Dad looked at Romano.  "What
about it, Romano?" he asked.
     Romano grinned.  "Let's eat.  I think I can manage it about
bedtime."
    "Yeah, I think we need to put these beds together." Tony
chipped in.  I want a sea of cocks and asses to suck and fuck."
   "That's got my vote." I agreed.
     And that's how we worked it, for the rest of the school year
and into the summer, two beds pushed together, us sleeping in an
every-night orgy.  My dad fucked me that night, pumping me for what
felt like hours while Romano fucked Tony and Tony and I sucked each
other off, time and again with our dad's cocks up our asses.
     Then the next night, we switched and our dads sucked each
other while Tony and I fucked them.  Tony and I switched and
switched until our dads didn't know which one was fucking them,
their son or their lover's son.  I figured it didn't matter, and
Tony and I giggled in our enjoyment of confusing them in the
darkness.  Who was fucking who?  Did it really matter?
     Tony and I went to college together, but we went home almost
every weekend.  Dad and Romano would be waiting for us at the door,
and we would have our first fuck without ever making it to the
bedroom.  Weekdays, I would have Tony in my bed, my dark god and
slave, willing participant to my every whim, as I was subject to
his.
     I'm studying to be an architect, and so is Tony.  We figure
oily business and family home with out fathers for the rest of our lives!

God is a magician, 
Reality His trick, 
and it's all done with mirrors.