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As it was Saturday morning, the boys took off on their bikes with
a bunch of their neighborhood buddies to a cartoon festival and
barbecue at the local movie house. A cultural event not to be
missed by young gentlemen of their age. I had given each of them
money for the event, and enough extra for a few video games or
whatever. They had each placed the money carefully in their new
wallets, double checking to make sure their ID cards and emergency
telephone money was still safe. I smiled to myself, remembering
their concern. I used their absence as an excellent excuse to get
caught up on my bookkeeping. I had saved my money when I first
started to work, and when my mother died, she left me a small
inheritance. I wisely invested that money and most of what I
continued to earn. Now, at a bit past middle age, I lived very
comfortably on my investments. I was just getting into the
enjoyable task of balancing my books when the phone rang.

It was Billy's father, calling from the airport. He wanted to know
if it would be OK to come by and pick Billy up. I told him that
the boys were off to a movie, but that he was welcome to come over
and wait for them to get home. He thanked me and said he'd catch a
cab and be there shortly. I'd been working in the nude, so I
pulled on some white tennis shorts and an old Jerry Garcia t-shirt
before returning to my books.

Maybe a half-hour later the front doorbell chimed. I wondered what
Billy's dad was like. I'd talked to Billy's parents several times
on the phone, but had only actually met Billy's mom so far. I
opened the door with a big smile on my face for Billy's parents.
The smile froze on my face. There stood a blond hunk, maybe six or
eight years younger than me, that looked like a cross between a
grown-up Billy and my memories of my younger brother who had died
at barely eighteen years old in a motorcycle wreck. Automatically,
through my shock, I put out my hand and said, "Welcome home."

The hunk stuck out his hand, but missed grasping mine and fell
against me. Waves of used alcohol fumes poured over me from the
hard body clinging to mine. I grabbed the drunk by the collar and
drug him towards the kitchen, kicking the front door shut behind
me. I dropped him into one of the chairs at the small kitchen
table and turned to start a pot of coffee.

"What's your fucking problem," he slurred behind me.

I clenched my jaw and poured some of the cold coffee from
breakfast into a big mug to microwave. The asshole was too drunk
to taste the difference anyway.

Staggering to his feet, Billy's dad belligerently demanded, "I
said, what's your fucking problem, asshole."

I turned to face him with the cup of cold coffee in my hand. "I
don't much like drunks! Here's your fucking coffee..." and I threw
the coffee in his face, "..., asshole!"

I took him by the collar again as he tried to wipe the coffee out
of his eyes and jerked him off balance. Blind, and staggering
drunk, he was easy to lead through the dining room and out the
living room glass doors onto the patio. I gave him the bum's rush
across the brick flagging and helped him take one last big step
right into the deep end of the pool.

Watching him flounder around and gasp for air made me feel much
better. He finally managed to get to the edge of the pool and pull
himself up on the coping and finally stagger to his feet.

"You mother-fucker!" he said as he took a step and reached for me.
A short, tight uppercut to his hard midriff caught him just as his
foot was coming down. He dropped to his knees immediately and fell
forward from the waist like a rag doll as he began to puke. I
stood there and watched him moan and fall forward into his own
vomit.

Shaking my head in disgust, I went into the cabana and got out the
one-inch bore rubber clean up hose. I focused the nozzle into a
tight stream and used it mercilessly to wash the vomit off my deck
and guest. He gasped for air and cried out as the hard stream hit
his body. I told him to take his wet clothing off and had to
command him through the process step by step, using the hard
stream of water to blast away various pieces of apparel to hurry
him along before he could think up any objections. Naked and
dripping wet he was fucking gorgeous. Hard bodied, thick, nearly
hairless chest. Thick pale blond pubic patch and the heaviest set
of thin-skinned and hooded genitals I'd seen in years.

I changed the nozzle to a thicker, softer running, but still solid
stream and played the cold water all over him. "Wash that stink
off of yourself. You smell of puke, booze and no showers." Without
a word, he complied.

I turned the water off and he stood there, naked in the bright
sunlight, looking like a bedraggled puppy. I hooked my thumb over
my shoulder, "Back in the pool." Apparently ashamed of himself he
dropped his chin to his chest and moped over to the edge of the
pool.  He hesitated there and rather than argue with him I just
kicked him in his hard muscled ass, knocking him into the pool.

"You can stay in there until you're ready to talk reasonably or
you can gather up your wet clothes and use the garden gate to get
the fuck out of here."

I went over to the outside linen closet and got out one of the big
towels. Contemptuously, I threw it on the ground in his direction
and turned and went into the house without saying another word.

I stormed back into the kitchen and finished making the coffee I'd
started. Scowling, I sat down at the oak kitchen table and stared
into the obsidian depths of the coffee cup, trying to figure out
what the hell was going on. I hate black coffee!

After going around in circles for a while, I looked up and saw a
much chastened young man standing in the doorway wearing only a
damp towel. Pointing at the coffee pot and extra cup, he timidly
asked, "May I?"

"Yeah. Go ahead."

He poured himself a cup of coffee and turned around. I was
staring. First at the towel stretched so tightly across the
tightest set of fine little buns I'd ever seen on an adult and
then at the heavy bulge lifting the front of the towel as he
turned around. Pointing across from me, I told him to sit down.
Quietly, he did as he was told.

"You want to tell me what the hell is going on?"

"I guess I got drunk."

"Do you always get drunk before picking up your son after a three
week absence? And where's your wife?"

Lifting his hands from the hot coffee cup, he dropped his head
onto his palms. "Ah, shit!"

Shaking my head, I said, "You're going to have to do a little
better than, `Aw, shit.'"

Looking up at me, he said, "Look, it's all very complicated."

"I've got all day and the boys won't be back for hours yet. I'll
tell you something -- unless you can convince me that Billy is
going to be safe, you're not leaving here with him!"

Angrily, "Fuck you! He's my son and no one can keep me from taking
him!"

I reached across the little table and grabbed a fistful of his
long, straight hair and jerked him out of his chair and onto the
floor. His towel fell off exposing his pale ass and waggling
organs. Without even thinking about it I turned my chair into the
middle of the room and drug him up across my lap. A heartbeat
later I was thrashing his ass as he yelled and tried to escape. I
kept my hold on his hair and trapped his thighs between my legs as
I continued to spank his ass until he laid there quietly crying
and accepting his punishment.

I finally stopped whacking his ass. Resting my hand on his red and
burning butt, I asked, "Are you going to watch your mouth now?"

"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir."

I lifted my hand and gave him another, much more solid whack that
rippled his hard flesh like so much Jello. Leaving my hand where
it landed, I felt the heat pouring out of his abused bottom. The
fat organ I'd felt flopping against my legs as I pulled him into
position was no longer flopping anywhere, but was rigidly pressed
against my inner thigh just below the leg of my tennis shorts.
"You going to answer my questions in a civil manner now?"

"Yes, Sir!"

I whacked his ass again. "Do you like me being in control like
this?"

He mumbled something that I couldn't make out. I gave him five
more of my best flat handed whacks in a slow, measured manner. He
tried to cover his ass with his hand, but I told him that for
every swat he even tried to interfere with, he'd get two more. I
gave him his two extras without any resistance from him. Then I
let go of his hair and reached under my thigh and stroked the
hard, pre-cum dripping organ I found there a couple of times and
then pulled on his heavy balls. "I asked you if you liked me being
in control of you like this?"

Under it's coating of tears, Will's face flushed bright red. "Yes,
Sir." he said, softly, but clearly.

I whacked his ass again. "Do you want me to be in charge?"

"Yes, Sir. Please, Sir."

I gave his ass a light whack and told him to get up. He scrambled
to his feet and stood there as I got up and adjusted the erection
in my pants. I reached forward and stroked the fine-skinned
erection jutting from his loins and then cupped his heavy balls
again in my hand, joggling them up and down to test their weight.
"Do you mind my doing this?"

He blushed again, but quickly answered, "No, Sir."

Pointing through the living room to the hallway I said, "Get in
the bedroom."

"Yes, Sir"

He immediately turned and started walking, me right behind him
pointing the way to my bedroom.

He stood there quietly in the middle of the soft bedroom carpet
and watched as I pulled off my now sweaty t-shirt and dropped the
loose tennis shorts to my ankles before kicking them over into the
corner. His cock was both longer and thicker than mine, but mine
was definitely the CIC, Cock-in-Charge.

Sitting down in the straight-backed wooden bedroom chair I pointed
to my lap. "Assume the position!" I commanded.

Holding his butt in both hands, he shifted his weight from one
foot to the other. "Please, Sir..." he begged.

"Now!" I demanded.

He cringed but cautiously got down across my lap again, the
drooling head of his cock pressed between his belly and my leg.

I gave him five more good ones before saying, "That's for not
immediately doing what you were told." I paused then proceeded to
work his ass over good until he was just laying there limply,
crying and accepting my dominance.

I finally stopped spanking him and rested my hand on his flaming
ass. I felt the smooth globes with my aching hand. Naturally, they
were larger than the boys butts, each cheek of his ass being about
the same handful as one of the boys entire ass. His ass was smooth
and tight and felt great. I felt down into the crack and soon
found the pucker that trembled so nicely against my fingertips. I
tapped the rosebud a few times until it blossomed open a bit and
then worked my middle finger up inside of him using nothing but
sweat and his natural lubrication. His velvety sheath was hot and
tight as it yielded to my probing finger. He just moaned as I
explored his insides and gave him a good finger-fucking.

I finally slipped my finger out of him and gave his ass another
good swat. "Get in the middle of the bed, face down." I commanded.

Without saying a word he got off my lap and crawled up onto the
bed. Laying down in the middle of the bed, he buried his face in
the pillows with his head facing away from me and spread his legs.
I liked hearing him "Sir" me, but didn't say anything that might
break the mood. I went over to my dresser and got out the extra
bottle of sex lube that I'd gotten when I bought the boy's theirs.
I slicked up my dick good and then climbed up on the bed between
Will's legs. I slid one of my now slick fingers back up Will's ass
and used it to lift his hips. I pulled down one of the pillows
Will wasn't laying on and slid it under his hips, making sure his
cock was lined up straight before dropping his hips back down.

I wiped my fingers off in his asscrack and then guided my cock
until its nose was pushing against Will's puffy anus. I let go and
put both hands up under his shoulders before pushing into him in
one long, hard, slow thrust. Will went stiff all over and gasped
for air, but didn't really try to resist me. Once my cock was
ensconced completely up inside of him, I laid down on his back,
the weight of my body holding him firmly down to the mattress as I
hooked my chin over his shoulder to finalize my control over his
body.

"You ready to tell me what happened now?" I asked.

Air surged out of his chest as he released the tension in his
chest and broke down into a series of deep, racking sobs that
seemed to shudder throughout his entire body. I just lay there and
held him as he cried his inner pain out. After a while he began to
sob out his story. I seems as though his wife caught him having
sex with her little brother and pitched a bitch fit. That the
young man was known by the whole family to be gay and that he had,
in fact, actually started the action with Will meant nothing to
her. She hated him, she hated the United States, she hated
Americans and American food and had no intention of ever returning
to the US or having anything further to do with him or the
American child he had sired on her. He stayed around only long
enough to register the divorce and property quitclaim and
disavowal of child custody rights with the US Embassy before
heading home.

Nuzzling into the side of his face with my nose, I asked him if he
really missed her.

"Hell no, Sir!" he said. "I'm glad the Teutonic Bitch is finally
out of my life!"

"Do you always get drunk and depressed when you're happy?'

He just shrugged and laid there. I lay on top of him quietly for a
while and then started quietly moving my hips a bit, exploring the
depths of the channel I was plowed into and the reactions of the
man under me. He soon noticed what I was doing and took the long
joint of his forefinger between his teeth as he moaned and tilted
his hips up to give me more complete access to his hot man hole. I
worked on his hole for quite a while, never moving more than an
inch at a time until he seemed to be totally focused on me and
what I was doing inside his body.

"Do you want to tell me what's going on now, or do we need to move
this back over to the chair for a while?"

He shook his head and quickly said, "No, Sir." He lay there
quietly as I continued to slowly piston his butthole until he
sighed, and continued. "It's really embarrassing -- and sort of
awful."

I waited a bit, and then said, "You are eating yourself alive
keeping whatever it is to yourself. If you don't get whatever it
is out in the open and deal with it, you are going to destroy
yourself trying to hold it in. Whatever you say, no matter what
you say, stays right here with us. Now talk!"

Will fumbled around but finally  managed to tell me a fairly
coherent story. He was terrified of having to take care of his son
alone. It seems as though he'd been avoiding contact with the boy
for years because he was so physically attracted to the boy. It
seems that Billy had taken a sudden interest in his father when he
was about five years old. Wanting to be around him all the time,
walking in on him in the bathroom and trying to join him in the
shower. Every time the boy would climb up in his lap (a favorite
position) or ask for a piggyback ride or try to get his father
down on the floor for a wrestling match Will would start to become
aroused by the boys natural sensuality. Billy's mother had quit
putting out soon after she conceived the child and had never
allowed Will to resume their marital relations, and the sensuality
of his son was all too enticing. To protect his son from his
feelings, he began to refuse to let the boy near him. Staying at
work until after the boy was in bed for the night and not getting
up in the morning until after the boy left for school.

"But you love the boy?"

Will started sobbing again. "Yes. Yes, dammit! I love him so much
it scares me, and I'm afraid of what might happen."

"Shhhhhh, shhhhhhh, shhhhhh." I went in his ear as I started to
pump him more strongly. "Have you had much sex with other men or
boys?"

He shook his head `No'. "Zenobia's brother was the first, and he'd
just barely started to suck my dick when she walked in."

I stopped fucking and flexed my dick deep inside of him. "Then I'm
the first to ever do this to you?"

He nodded `Yes'. "Yeah, but my best buddy in school had an older
brother that used to screw him all the time, and I used to
fantasize about that all the time. I always wanted an older
brother just like him."

"I used to have a little brother that looked a lot like you. We
used to suck and fuck each other all the time."

"Where is he?"

"He died in a motorcycle wreck. I miss him more that anything."

Will was quiet for a while, and then he said, "Do I remind you of
him?"

There was some moisture on my cheek, and I wiped it off on his
face. "Yeah. You really do. Not just the way you look, but how you
talk and act. He was a bonehead too."

Will shrugged his whole body under me. "Let me roll over on my
back."

I reared up over him on my hands and toes, carefully sliding my
slickness out of him.

He rolled around underneath of me, keeping his butt on the pillow
and lifting his legs up over my shoulders. He took my hips in his
hands and guided me back inside of him. "What was your brothers
name?" he asked.

Blinking back tears, I croaked, "William. We all called him
`Willy' cuz my grandfather was `Will'."

Will's hands came up an held my face. "Will you be my big
brother?"

Tears of loss and regret and passion and need poured from my eyes,
blurring my vision so that Will looked exactly like Willy would
have if he'd grown up enough to be called Will himself. I surged
forward as Will/Willy's arms reached around my neck to lock my
lips to his as I ground my crotch into his butt. We both moaned
with need and I started to fuck him with all the passion of
missing years and deep loss. He WAS my little brother come back to
me, and I wasn't going to loose him this time or be shy about
telling him what I needed...

I held him flat down on the bed, his knees in his armpits and his
ass lifted to my pounding loins. I bit and sucked at his face in
my desperate need to raise him to the same frantic lust I felt, to
make him need me as much as I needed him. Our tongues slobbered
against each others as I pummeled him so hard that my big, heavy
bed was creaking and jumping around on the floor, slamming
repeatedly against the wall. Soundproofing or not, the whole house
had to be resounding from our frenetic activity.

Our frenetic activity! The built stud underneath me was STRONG.
His need to be screwed by me was at least as overwhelming as my
need to screw him. Every time he could get his tongue loose for a
few seconds, he'd beg me for more; "Fuck me, big brother." "Fuck
my hot ass, Bobby. Fuck me hard, harder... harder... Harder!"
"Love me, Bobby. Make love to me with that huge cock of yours,
brother." "Make the other boys jealous of me, big brother. Give me
a fucking they'll all wish they'd had." "Screw my ass good, Bobby.
Fuck ME! FUCK ME!"

Will, Willy, my Willy was babbling, out of his mind with passion
as my teeth fastened on his chin and nibbled along his jaw-line,
as my tongue washed his eyes and ears and I bit his nose,
thrusting my tongue up inside his nares as I switched to deep
fucking strokes that kept Will prostrate and open before me. Slow,
careful retreats followed by hard, deep grinding thrusts that
pounded him across the mattress and banged his head against the
headboard over and over as I gave him the fucking we both needed
so badly.

I could feel every fiber of his fine body through the sheets of
sweat that covered our bodies as Will worked to accommodate me and
give me the best fuck he could. I couldn't believe how strong his
ass muscles were, or how well he used them. He'd clamp down after
my outstroke and make me use every bit of my strength to force my
cock back inside of him, the strain peeling nerve endings on the
both of us only to leave himself open and accepting on my next
inward stroke so we could both feel the smooth glide of ragged
nerve endings against velvet tissues. Or he'd let me get
completely inside of him and then clamp down so hard that he
locked my skin in place and I'd have to fuck him inside of my own
sheath. Every time I'd slow down he'd prove how active and
sensitive his muscles were by mouthing and fingering my cock with
the muscles of his ass. I loved to hold the big bulbous head of my
cock right in the tube of his anus and feel him go crazy as he
played with the flanged intruder with his spastic ass muscles.

We fucked and fucked and fucked in a rage of passion and mutual
need until I finally sunk my teeth into the back of his neck as my
body arched over him in tonic rigidity as my tubes burned with one
long hot stream of cum after another pissing outwards into the
screaming body beneath me as it was racked with one spermless
orgasmic spasm after another. Will thrashing around and screaming
and going rigid with each of the powerful orgasms that spasmed
uncontrollably through his guts. I finally just held him tightly
in place, grinding my tingling cock deep inside of him as his
orgasms exploded through his body until he finally collapsed,
sobbing and crying and gasping for breath beneath me.

Tenderly, I kissed his eyes and face and lips and ears over and
over until he calmed enough to close his lips to mine and kiss me
with passion turned to love which I returned with all the caring
and love and concern that had filled my mind and body to this
person who was suddenly so very, very important to me.

We kissed and fondled each other until I felt like I had to either
get to the bathroom or loose control of my bladder entirely. When
I started to move, Will begged me not to pull out. "I'll fall
apart and everything will pour out on the bed," he cried, pleading
with me to stay inside of him. I swatted him on the ass and rolled
him over on his hands and knees, keeping my still tumescent cock
inside of him. I scooched us over to the edge of the bed and
carefully got my feet onto the carpet. I locked my arms around
Will's folded knees and stood up with him in front of me like a
vastly overgrown fetus. Will reached behind himself and locked his
hands behind my neck to help balance us. My dick worked it's way
back up to stiff-buttstuffer as I walked us into the shower area
of my tiled bathroom. I let Will's feel slide to the floor but
kept an arm across his belly to hold him in place over my swollen
intruder.

Will sighed, his grossly swollen cock wagging in the breeze as he
let go of my neck and I pushed on his shoulders to bend him over
at the waist. He put his hands against the tiled wall to support
himself as I kicked his feet apart and settled Mr. Cock firmly up
Mr. Butt. Rubbing his back with one hand, I reached over with the
other and turned on the triple, thermostatically controlled shower
heads.  I stood there under the warm shower spray, rubbing his
back, until my penis finally softened enough that I could release
my heavy stream of piss into my little brother.

Will felt what was happening and turned his head to stare at me
with a startled look on his face. He held that poise briefly and
then just hung his head down between his arms as he moaned and
spread his feet a little further apart so that he could nest his
butt more firmly into my loins.

I held onto Will's hips as I leaned back and arched my loins into
Will's hard buttocks. My pungent piss was flowing full force into
my little brothers guts, roiling around and filling his fluttering
body tube.

"This'll clean you out good, little brother.  That way you won't
have to worry about `falling apart' when I fuck you for the rest
of the afternoon."

"Yes, Bobby. You're just like I imagined. You take care of me just
like the big brother I always wanted."

"Listen, Will," I said as I continued to piss, "we have to talk
this out. But I want you to be my little brother for the rest of
our lives. I know this is really fast for the both of us, but
having you here feels just like having Willy back, just like he'd
never been gone, and I want you to be part of my life from now
on."

"I think I understand how you feel, Bobby. It's the same for me.
It feels like you've always been my big brother and I just haven't
know how to find you. But what about Billy? What about my son?"

"Don't worry about him. He and my son are best buddies and will
love being raised as brothers. We'll throw out all the crap that
belonged to that bitch you married and sell your house and you and
Billy will move in here with Davy and me. There's more room in
this house than we'll ever know what to do with. Besides, I know
the boys will want to share a bedroom and you'll be in my bed. I'm
not taking any chances on you getting away from me, ever again." I
drained off the last of the piss from my bladder and leaned down
over Will's back, rubbing his swollen tummy with one hand and
pinching first one and then the other nipple until they were as
erect as his throbbing cock.

I fucked him long enough to turn his guts to mush and to have him
shivering all over with one gut orgasm after another. Just before
I had to cum I turned his butt into the corner that had the floor
drain and slid my cock out of his ass with a lengthy withdrawal.
As Will started to empty his guts against the water-washed wall
and into the drain, I dropped to my knees under him and took his
bloated fat cock as deep into my mouth as I could, working the
rest of his loose-skinned shaft in one hand and controlling him
with the other hand clenched around his swollen bull-balls.

Will dropped his weight so that I supporting him with his abdomen
pressed against my forehead and across the top of my head as he
grabbed my shoulders for support. He wailed as his cum erupted
into my mouth in the same long, powerful streams as the mess
leaving his guts.

Will finally collapsed on top of me, exhausted, the last of the
mess from his intestines running down the back of his legs. I held
him in my arms as I stood and kissed him, our tongues exchanging
globs of his clotted cum. I finally helped Will wrap his hands
around one of the showerheads so he could stand there leaning
against the wall with the water cascading down across his body. I
cleaned up the mess on the wall and floor before going over to the
cabinet and getting out the big enema bag stored there.

I filled up the red bag under one of the unused showers and gave
myself a nice, filling enema. I refilled the bag and moved over
behind Will. I teased him with my hardon and protruding belly.
Frottage with the eager and willing Will was some serious fun. I
finally quit nibbling at him and held him still with his earlobe
between my teeth. I muttered out, "Hold still," and slipped the
enema tube gently inside of him. He moaned and leaned his head
back against my shoulder when I opened up the water valve.

When gravity had completed it's task and he was full of water, I
dropped the hose and patted his fanny. I released his ear and went
back over to the cabinet and came back with a good sized buttplug.
I lubed it up with some of the neutral ph shower gel and slid it
up inside his butt. "Don't let go of that!" I said.

Moving Will out of the direct shower spray, I started slicking up
his body with the shower gel, making sure to fondle him everywhere
but especially under the arms and all through his crotch. His feet
and between his toes was really ticklish, but heavy pressure on my
part and a little tooth gritting on his part saw the cleansing job
done. I got him under the showerhead again and rinsed off the dirt
and soap in a manner that kept him hard and moaning. Once he was
spotless, I moved him out of the shower spray and slicked him up
with shower gel again.

This time I went over to the sink and took my Wick straight razor
out of the alcohol jar and put a new, sterile blade in it. I went
back over to Will and rubbed my hand across his chest. With a
couple of smooth, casual strokes I removed the small patch of
blond hairs from the central valley of his chest. I ran my hands
over the bulky muscles of his chest feeling and playing with the
skin and his nipples until they were swollen nubs as hard as his
dick. Every time I'd find one of the sparse hairs surrounding this
teats, I'd reach over with the ultra sharp blade and snick it off
below skin level without marking or marring the skin itself at
all. Will was leaning back against the wall and moaning with
pleasure at all the concentrated attention.

I shaved away the hair from his left hand and knuckles and then
worked my way up his forearm with the flashing blade. I coursed
the blade in smooth flowing strokes all over the jam-packed bulges
of his upper arm even though there were only a few tiny fuzz hairs
there just because it felt so good to feel him that way. His arm
just floated up in the air and stayed there when I guided it. He
started really moaning and wiggling slowly around in sensuous
pleasure as long, firm strokes of my wicked blade denuded his
armpit.

As I moved across his shoulders I took the time to trim the
hairline on the nape of his neck to the squared off precise
perfection that looked so good on him. I kissed him there just
because he was so beautiful that I had too. I finished moving
behind him and he automatically leaned back against the wall and
lifted his other arm so I could shave it as well.

He was still standing there groaning and muttering to himself with
both arms over his head while I worked my way down his belly,
obliterating every trace of the narrow golden glory trail that
lead down his belly to his groin as I intently traveled the path
to pleasure -- only to stop at the pale haired thicket surrounding
the base of the trembling pillar of pleasure itself.

Smoothly, kissing his belly in passing, I slid down to his finely
formed foot and placed it on my bent leg. The few hairs on his
foot quickly disappeared and the thick curls covering his lower
leg soon followed. In long swooping curves I deracinated the
sparse covering of his upper leg right up to the groin and gibbous
swell of buttock. Repeating this on his other leg simply
multiplied my fascinated pleasure in exposing and viewing his
super-fine body.

I replaced the still sharp blade with the pristine keenness of new
steel and my blade flickered punctiliously in the light as it
mowed down row after row of the proud groin bush that Will
presented to me by arching his loins into my face. With utmost
care I removed every trace of hair from his pubes and shaft,
leaving no hint of stubble to mar his stalwart perfection. He was
magnificent. Finely formed. A delicately formed resilient strength
that awed me in its powerful masculinity. With infinite care I
lifted his testicles and elongated his scrotum as I watched the
flickering blade denude this most precious sac as Will rolled his
thighs outwards to give me complete, unhindered, trusting access
to his most fragile treasure with my surgically sharp blade.

I took both balls and the entire scrotum into my mouth so that my
sensitive tongue could test for any tiny hair that might have been
missed and to coat the entire sac with my warm, healing saliva.
Pulling back, I kissed first one, and then the other shining orb
and watched the long pendulous sac tick-tock back and forth
between Will's spread thighs. He was so beautiful. So wondrously
beautiful.

I touched Will's inner thighs and he immediately spread his knees
and squatted to give me access to his taint. My blade made
sensuous motions while removing the last strands of hair from the
spread groin above me and the long bifurcated tuberosity of the
taint leading back to the crinkled pucker surrounding the rubber
dildo that I'd implanted earlier.

I twisted between his legs to sit behind him and wipe away the
small patch of hair in the small of his back and then the fine
down that lightly graced his buttcheeks. Will bent forward as my
blade snuck down his crack and under the rubber lip of the dildo
to remove the last body hairs from my now very much younger
brother.

I folded my razor shut and put it in the rain gutter as I twisted
back thorough my baby brothers spread legs and bent over form.
Gently my mouth took charge of Will's penis, my lips pushing back
loose foreskin as my mouth and tongue welcomed the hidden head and
it's single weeping eye. Without hesitation I slowly buried the
long, heavy shaft in my throat until my face was pressed against
the glabrous perfection of Will's groin. As my face moved forward
into the hairless playground, my hands moved across the baby
smooth buttocks and gently removed the obstructing plug from
Will's anus.

The plug dropped free and my face nested home at the same moment
that Will began streaming fluids from both sides of his body. His
arms wrapped around my head as a solid stream of slightly
discolored water discharged into the corner drain and a much more
opaque and clotted fluid spiraled in long clinging threads down my
throat and directly into my stomach. Crying in a high pitched
whine, Will emptied his body fluids in an orgasm that he was to
remember, and comment on, for the rest of our lives together
(right up to this morning at breakfast).

I was finally able to get free of Will's embrace and get the both
of us dried off and my other needs taken care of. I carried Will's
denuded and trembling form back to my bed and made love to him
until the boys finally came home. When I got up, Will just laid
there, spread-eagled on his belly with my cum leaking out of the
puffy lips at both ends of his body.



**** Part 2



I grabbed a quick shower and went out into the living room still
drying myself. The boys were laying on the couch together watching
the television.

"Did you boys have a good day?" I asked as I dried my hair.

"Daddy!" they both squealed as they jumped up and ran over to me
to give me a big hug.

"Yeah, we did."

"Did you have a good day?"

"The movie was great"

Non-stop the boys pelted me with a description of their day and
all the fun they had. I listened to their excited descriptions as
they hugged me and jabbered until Billy lifted my reddened penis
and inspected it carefully. Looking up at me reproachfully, he
asked, "You been jacking off, Daddy?"

"Something like that." I answered. "But don't worry, there's
plenty left for you." Which, somewhat to my surprise, was the
truth. Just the presence of the boys was making me horny again.
Seemed like I was just like a bull with a pasture full of heifers
in heat. The more I got, the more I wanted.

Billy squeezed my inflamed organ and smiled. "That's good, Daddy.
Cuz Davy and me want you to do us good tonight. Right, Davy?"

"Yeah, Daddy. Billy and me talked about it on the way home and we
want you to screw us both good tonight."

I laughed and shook my head. "Okay! Okay! You both get screwed
tonight. And I've got a surprise for you later. But for right now,
are you guys hungry?"

They tried to weedle out of me what the surprise was, but I just
told them that it wouldn't be a surprise if I told them now. They
finally admitted that they were really hungry (I'd never managed
to catch them when they weren't hungry) so I told them to set the
table and then they could watch TV until dinner was ready. I went
into the kitchen and put on my apron and started washing
vegetables for dinner as the boys hurried in and out, jabbering
like monkeys and getting the table ready for dinner. By the time I
started cutting up the vegetables they were done and back out in
the living room. I put some rice on to steam and finished cutting
up the vegetables. Then I went out back and sat down, just looking
at the garden and pool and smiling to myself about how happy I
was.

The automatic rice cooker dinged at me, breaking me out of my
reverie and I headed back into the kitchen to finish dinner. I
took the shrimp out of the refrigerator and rinsed them off. In
almost no time I had them shelled, deveined and butterflied.
Wiping up an egg batter and working with a hot wok, I soon had
both shrimp egg fu yung and Sechuan style shrimp and vegetables
with mushroom sauce, made mild to suit the boys taste.

I carried the plates of prepared food out to the dining room and
just stood there with the hot plates in my hands and a foolish
grin on my face. The boys had stripped naked and were laying,
sound asleep, in a tangled ball on the couch. The heat from the
plates finally soaked through the pot holders and I quickly set
them down before my hands got burned.

I went over to the couch and gently woke the boys up, giving each
of them a kiss as their eyes fluttered open. I sent them into the
hall bathroom to wash their faces and they headed that way,
rubbing the sleep out of their eyes. An hours nap and they'd be up
half the night.

They came out of the bathroom bright and eager for dinner. I sat
there eating my portion of the meal, watching them shovel it away
and wondering what it was going to be like trying to feed them
when they became full-fledged teenagers. Maybe I should buy some
stock in General Foods. I watched the boys polish off the last of
the food and asked them if they wanted me to make some more.

The boys looked at each other and then Billy asked, "Is there
desert?"

I told them there was and the boys looked at each other again.
This time Davy looked back to me and answered, "No, Sir. We're
pretty full and dessert will be all we need."

Smiling to myself I thought how wonderful it was how quickly the
boys were growing together and even developing a secret language
that only twins and special brothers sometimes had between them.
"Okay. Will you boys please clear the table and bring in the
desert from the refrigerator?"

"Yessir!" they chorused as they wiggled out of their chairs. They
quickly stacked the dirty dishes and carried them out to the
kitchen. Billy returned shortly with a damp dishcloth and the
small wastebasket from the utility room. He cleaned the crumbs off
the placemats and wiped down the table. I heard Davy knocking
things about in the kitchen and wondered what he was doing until I
heard the Mixmaster start up. Davy had nagged me until I finally
started teaching him some simple cooking, and I knew that he was
adding his own special touch to our deserts. I'd prepared
cantaloupe halves filled with fresh cherries and blueberries. The
boys soon came back out of the kitchen, Billy carrying their
deserts and Davy carrying mine to me. He'd made some beautifully
white and stiff wiped cream and had put a big dollop in the middle
of each dessert, decorating the white pile with a sprinkling of
blueberries with a cherry on the peak. Then he'd dusted the whole
thing with fresh ground nutmeg. The boy had a very creative touch
with food, and I was very proud of him.

He set my dessert down with a flourish that nearly landed it on
the floor. . We saved the dessert and I put my hand on
Davy's shoulder and kissed his forehead. "I'm very proud of you,
Davy. You've made our desert wonderful." I notice a smear of
whipping cream on his face and picked up my napkin and wiped his
face. "A good cook..."

"...Always tests his food." he finished with me, a big smile on
his face.

I glanced over at Billy and saw the same glistening smear on his
face. I winked at him and we grinned at each other. "And the table
looks really nice, Billy. Thank you."

Still not used to being complemented for his work, Billy blushed,
but quietly answered, "Thank you, Daddy."

I kissed Davy's cherry-red lips and then licked him. "Yum! Nice
and sweet." I swatted his naked little butt. "Let's eat this
before I starve!"

Smiling, proud of himself, Davy walked around to the table to
where Billy was standing by his chair, waiting for Davy before he
sat down. Davy stopped and kissed Billy, licking his face in the
process, and being licked back just as avidly. Together, they
said, "Yum! Nice and sweet." I made up my mind right then to show
them how to make little boy sundaes sometime.

We all laughed and the boys quickly got in their chairs and dug
into what proved to be a delicious dessert --- that didn't last
very long. Davy's final touches had turned a good dessert into
something wonderful.

I finished my dessert and Davy said, "Daddy, It's eight o'clock.
Why don't you go watch your news. Billy and me will do the dishes,
okay?"

I walked around the table and rubbed both boys backs. "Thank you
boys. That's very thoughtful of you. Be sure to clean up all the
wiped cream, it won't keep in the refrigerator." Both boys grinned
at each other and then at me. As they looked up at me I leaned
down and kissed both of them on the forehead. Patting their backs
I went into the living room to watch my news program. I kept
hearing barely suppressed giggling and the clashing of dishes from
the kitchen, but, luckily, no sounds of breaking crockery.

The weather report was just starting when I heard the electric
dishwasher start up and the boys came into the living room, Davy
leading his somewhat reluctant younger brother by the hand over to
me. "Daddy, Billy made a mess." I questioningly raised my eyebrow
and Davy maneuvered his brother over in front of me, making him
bend over at the waist. Pointing to his brothers narrow little
butt, Davy said, "See!"

I bent forward and looked more closely, the boys entire butt crack
had been lathered with what appeared to be wiped cream, a cherry
stem sticking out of his little butthole. Gruffly, I said, "Billy!
How could you be so careless? I guess you expect me to clean this
mess up now, huh?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I've been a careless boy. Will you please clean
me up?" the just barely contrite boy answered, his brother
covering his mouth to keep from busting out laughing. I gave Davy
a stern look before pushing Billy forward so that he had to catch
the edge of the coffee table to support himself. I nudged the boys
feet further apart and slid off the couch to sit on the deep-pile
rug between his spindly, knobby-kneed legs. Let me tell you up
front that munching on a deliciously sweet and mobile boy-butt is
NOT conductive to trying to watch the daily weather report.

No matter how I held him, I couldn't keep that boy still. He kept
whipping his behind back and fourth or up and down across my
highly active tongue, making all sorts of odd sounds the entire
time. None-the-less, despite much adversity, I finally managed to
remove every trace of that sticky/slick/smooth sweetness from the
boy. I finally had to grip the boys peanut-sized nuts between my
thumb and forefinger to get him to hold still enough to extract
his cherry. I locked my lips over his little puckered rosebud and
used my tongue and gentle motions of my teeth to evulse the wiry
stem and its attached sphere. The boys lips swelled roundly and
then opened to surrender their gift into my mouth. I held the
cherry in my teeth, my lips still caressing the boys opening as my
tongue pulled the stem from the sweetly bitter fruit. Tucking the
stem in my cheek I crushed the juicy symbol of the boys offering
between my teeth and separated the flavorful pulp from hard pit.

Using my tongue, I moved the pit into my cheek with the stem and
began to reinsert the pulp into its source. Billy raised up on his
toes arching his hips up into my face, his little nether mouth
fluttering opened and closed around my laboring, insinuating,
invaginating tongue. Joyfully, lustfully, Billy and I worked
together to stuff the tart pulp back into its source. Billy
strained his legs and worked his butt frantically against my face,
seeking every bit of stimulation he could get from me and the
intruding pulp. With a bursting high-pitched scream the boy
clamped my tongue within him with unopposeable power as a final
powerful orgasm overwhelmed him with glory. Shuddering and quaking
he rode the crest of the wave of pleasure until he hung limply,
only my hands supporting his stunned and exhausted body.

I gently extracted my tongue from the now flaccid sheath and
rotated the limp body onto the couch and arranged him in a
comfortable position. Turning back to Davy I saw my son staring at
me, his penis throbbing and wide-eyed amazement enlivening his
sweat shining face. "Have you been a bad boy and gotten yourself
all messy too?" I asked.

Eyes opening even wider, the boy gasped for air and was only able
to nod his agreement.

Pointing in front of me I said, "Assume the position!"

Fearfully, eagerly, the boy moved in front of me, spreading his
legs wide and leaning forward to grasp the edge of the low coffee
table. He rotated his butt up, exposing the shining mess coating
his glaborus globes, a thin green stem protruding from the
vertical slit of his partially trained love chute.

Putting my hands on the boys back to hold him down into the
position I wanted him in, I put my thighs against the insides of
his legs and my arms across the outsides of his legs, effectively
trapping him in place with his butt exposed in front of my face.
The boy began to tremble all over as the very tip of my tongue
began to trace patterns in the sticky mess on his smooth globes. I
took my own sweet time cleaning him up and by the time I finally
began to play with the cherry stem sticking out of his by then
puffy nether-lips the boy was panting and gasping for breath as he
strained against his fleshy bonds and begged me for release. I
couldn't take it any more myself and whirled the boy around and
laid him across his brothers belly where the little blond lay
wide-eyed watching me torture his new brother with my tongue.

I scrambled up on my knees behind the boys, my eager, slime
drooling organ swollen beyond belief and wagging from side to side
between my spread thighs. I looked down between my legs and
hunched forward, forcing my ooze-slick cockhead against the boys
spit glistening lips. With barely a pause I grabbed my son's
shoulders and drove his cherry completely up inside of him in one
long, smooth slide. He moaned and bucked under me, begging me to
fuck his cherry ass. To fuck him deep and hard and long. Billy's
thin voice urged me on as well, "Fuck him Daddy. Fuck him good,
Daddy."

"Please, Daddy," Davy cried. "Please, Daddy! Please fuck me good
and hard, Daddy."

I couldn't believe how good it felt to be up inside of my son. His
little butt and arms clutched at me eagerly as his thighs spread
widely before me giving me complete access to his tight little
hole. I scrubbed my pubic hair against his tender little bottom
causing him to arch his back and beg me for more. I hunched
against him several times to make sure I was completely buried in
his warm and liquidly agile guts before withdrawing to begin a
series of long-dicking thrusts into his accepting butt.

Billy urged his brother on, hugging and kissing him and telling
him to take my dick deep even as he urged me on to fuck his
brother deeper, harder, and faster. Every thrust into the boy
lifted him from the couch and Billy had to hold onto him strongly
to keep him in place as I started to pick up the speed and
strength of my thrusts. Billy took advantage of Davy's bouncing up
and down to scooch around underneath him until they were lined up,
lips eagerly bruising lips as they kissed each other in adolescent
passion.

Billy got his legs up over Davy's thighs, which I had spread with
my own thighs for access, and I could feel my balls bouncing off
his spread butt every time I'd fuck into Davy.

"Fuck me too, Daddy. Fuck my butt too!" I heard Billy beg in his
high-pitched voice. I leaned back, continuing my stroking into
Davy and saw two little buttholes lined up under me. One stretched
wide with cock and the other pulsing in need. Grinning, I pulled
back until only the very tip of my cock was spreading Davy's eager
little hole. Teasing the panting boy, tickling the entrance to his
fuck needy channel, I asked, "Well, Davy? What do you think?" The
consternation on the boys face, his openly apparent confusion
almost made me laugh out loud. "Well, what do you think, Davy?
Should I fuck Billy too?"

Davy's thoughts flitted transparently across his face. Lust, the
desire to keep my cock to himself, his need to be royally reamed,
jealousy, unfulfilled passion. I couldn't believe how proud of him
I was when he said, "Yes, Daddy. Billy needs it as bad as I do.
Fuck Billy, Daddy. Give him your dick up his ass."

I leaned all the way down and managed to reach Davy's lower lip
and grab it between my teeth as I laid my belly down on his butt
and back and hunched my cock back up inside his flaming ass.
Davy's tongue lashed against my mouth as my lips sought to kiss
him and suck on his lower lip as I withdrew from his ass and my
throbbing cock dropped down and found the other tight hole beneath
us. I drove forward and Davy and I frantically kissed as Billy
wailed his pleasure into our ears.

Billy twisted his head around and sought to join the osculating
lips above him. I surrendered the bruised lips to the eagerly
seeking boy and leaned back up on my extended arms. The boys,
laying belly to belly, hugged and kissed and thrust their stiff
little cocks together. Davy held Billy's legs upthrust into the
air with his widespread thighs as I focused on the two holes
facing my lust. Fucking from one hole to another as the urge moved
me, I fucked both boys until they were both frantically hunching
each other and avidly exposing themselves to my slamming attacks.

I don't know if it was the sensations from my deeply pleasured
cock or the vision of the two boys offering themselves to the big
cock that moved so eagerly from hole to hole, but within minutes I
began to come, plunging deeply into one hole and blasting a long
streamer of hot man seed into the clutching channel only to
quickly withdraw and plunge deeply into the other hole in time for
the next tidal wave of male heat to erupt, my cock moving from
hole to hole as though it had a mind of its own, never missing a
stroke or a chance to penetrate one or the other of the now
wailing, thrashing, orgasming boys.

I finally collapsed on top of the boys and drug them down to the
floor with me, landing on my back with both boys on top of me,
hugging and kissing me, thrusting against my belly to finish their
orgasms as their agile hands caressed my face and tried to gain
control of my lips as my hands gripped their tight asses, a rigid
middle finger penetrating each boy so I could continue to fuck
both of them as I worked the last of my orgasm against their legs.
Trembling, gasping, clutching at each other and twisting rigid
against each other, we tried to express the love we felt for each
other. Billy had become, in this short time, just as important as
my natural son to me. I still had my doubts about having sex with
the boys and felt overwhelmed by their desire for sexual congress
with me and each other. Swamping that was a deepset desire to love
the boys as my sons, as children to nurture and protect and care
for in every way. To give them whatever part of me they might need
to grow and develop and become men themselves. If I could never
have sex with either boy again it would not affect my need to be
their father.

I started to cry with the release of tension and confusion. Both
boys held tightly to me, asking me what was wrong, had they hurt
me? I tried to explain but could only blubber almost meaningless
parts of what I needed to say. Both boys kept assuring me that
they loved me and that they loved having sex with each other and
with me and that I was making them very happy and to please don't
cry.

I managed to get myself under control, feeling kind of silly but
amazed at how protective and caring of me the boys were. I
struggled to my feet, holding a boy to each hip, a hand covering
each ass and a finger still stuck up each butt. The boys wrapped
their long gawky legs around my middle and started talking to each
other as if I wasn't even there:

"Daddy's got a finger stuck up my butt!"

"Yeah. He's got one stuck up my butt too!"

"Daddy's being nasty!"

"Yeah. I think he wants to fuck us again."

"Yeah. I'll bet he does!"

"I think we should hold him down and fuck him instead!"

"Yeah. Let's hold him down and rape him!"

I looked at both boys in amazement. Laughing, I bounced them up
and down on my fingers. "Oh yeah? You and what fucking army?"

High-pitched giggles followed four arms as they released their
grip around my neck and twenty wire-hard fingers attacked my sides
and armpits. Laughing, twisting and turning, trying to avoid the
tickling little fingers that were attacking me like a nest of
angry hornets, I charged down the hallway into the boys room.
Dumping them on the nearest bed, I slapped each little ass as they
bounced up from the mattress.

"Enough!" I demanded. "You boys get yourselves cleaned up and
lubricated. I still have a surprise for you, or are to too tired
and need to go to bed?"

Both boys assured me that they weren't tired at all and really
wanted the surprise I'd promised them. I told them to take a quick
shower together and to lube each other up really good and to wait
on the bed until I came back and to not peek outside of their
room. They both promised so I kissed them and headed for my own
bedroom, closing their door firmly behind me.



****



When I opened the door to my bedroom Will was still sound asleep.
I sat down beside him and gently rubbed his back. He moved around
a little bit and then turned his head to face me, his eyes
fluttering open. "I'm glad to see you weren't a dream," he said.

"I'm not," I smiled. "Are you?"

"I hope not. Were you serious about getting together? I mean...
about being like brothers and all?"

"Never more serious in my life. But we still have one more hurtle
to cross..."

"My son..."

"And mine. We need to see how the boys react to this."

Taking a deep breath, and letting it sigh out, he said, "Yeah. But
I'm scared, Bob."

"Me too, Will. Me too. But you realize that the boys welfare comes
first, don't you."

"That's what scares me, Bob. You have to promise me, if Billy
want's to stay with you, that you'll always take good care of
him..."

Tears were welling up in Will's eyes. I gathered him to my chest
and felt the hot tears coursing down my chest. Rubbing his back, I
'shush, shush, shush'ed him. "You really love him, don't you,
Will?"

"Yes. He was always so perfect. I just wanted to hold him and love
him and be someone he could look up to and respect."

"And love?"

A fresh burst of tears presaged his, "Yes, and love me. I needed
his love so badly. I wanted him to love me so much."

"Will," I said, pulling his head back so I could look at him.
"Your son loves you. Much more than you understand. Now go pee and
wash your face. The boys are waiting."

Will kissed my chest and struggled up to his feet. He stood there,
not knowing what to say. I swatted his ass and told him to go wash
up. I heard him pee and he came back from the bathroom a couple of
minutes later, his face washed and his hair wet and combed. I got
up and took his hand, leading him down the long hallway like he
was a little boy.

Outside of the boys room I dropped Will's hand and pushed his nose
up against the wall next to the door to the boys room. "You just
stay here until I come get you. Think about what you're going to
say to our boy."

"Yes, Sir... and... Bob?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

I turned his head towards me and kissed him, then put his nose
back against the wall. "No problem, Little Brother. I love you."

Then I opened the door and walked into the boys room, carefully
closing the door behind me.



*****



The boys were deeply involved in a Super Nintendo game when I
entered the room but Billy heard me and turned around and said,
"Hi, Daddy!"

"Hi, Boys!"

Both boys dropped their game controllers and scrambled over to me.
I turned just in time to get pushed down on the bed in the rush
instead of onto the floor. Two boys crawling up into my lap,
hugging me and trying to kiss my lips at the same time. I swatted
two little butts and sternly said, "Hey, hey, hey! Have a little
respect for your elders!" Both boys laughed at me, but settled
right down, so I gave both of them a big kiss, Billy first and
then my Davy.

"Boys, I need you to calm down because I have something serious to
talk to you about."

"Okay, Daddy," "Sure, Dad," they said, settling down on my thighs
and snuggling up to me. "What is it, Daddy," Davy asked.

I put my arms around the boys, holding their warm bodies up
against me. After a pause, I said, "Look, I really don't know
where to start..."

"Start at the beginning, Daddy. That's what you always tell me to
do." Davy said, Billy nodding in agreement.

I smiled at the boy and kissed the tip of his nose, then turned to
Billy and kissed his forehead. "You boys are right, as usual." I
took a deep breath and then continued. "OK. Davy, have you told
Billy about Uncle Willy?"

Davy nodded and Billy said, "He was your little brother, and he
died, so we're not supposed to talk about him, right?"

I know the pain must have crossed my face, but the love for these
boys, and their concern for me was there too. "No, boys. Never. I
don't want anyone to ever forget about Willy, or be afraid to talk
about him. He was a wonderful person and I know both of you boys
would have loved him, just like I did."

Billy hugged me tight, "We just didn't want to hurt you, Daddy."

I kissed Billy's forehead again and, tears collecting in my eyes,
hugged both boys. "Thank you boys. I love you so much."

The boys just hugged me back and quietly held me until I cleared
my throat. "Listen boys. You know that I enjoy playing with you
and having sex and everything, and I hope that never changes. But
I've also been without a mate for a long time. I need someone
special in my life, someone my own age, like you guys have each
other. Do you guys understand?"

Billy stuck his finger in his mouth, like he did when he was
insecure, and nodded. Davy smiled and asked, "Have you found
somebody to love, Daddy?"

"I love you guys. But, yes. I've found someone my own age that I
love, very much. I want him to be my little brother, and my lover.
Do you guys understand?"

The boys looked at each other. Davy just nodded and Billy spoke up
this time, "Sure, Daddy. We understand. It's like you love Davy
and me, but because we're your sons, and you love Uncle Willy, but
he's dead, so you want someone to pair with, like Davy and me,
right?"

Exactly right, Billy. You have it exactly right."

"But why ask us, Daddy? It's your choice." asked Davy.

"Well, yes. It is my choice, Davy. But it's you guys' choice too.
He'll be living here and he'll be like an uncle to you guys, so
you have a right to agree or disagree with his coming here also."

"That's silly, Daddy," Davy said, " you're the Daddy and you make
the decisions."

"Yeah, Daddy. That's the way it is!" echoed Billy.

"No, boys. That is not how it is. Oh, I'm the daddy. And I do have
the last word, about some stuff anyway. But this is a family
decision and all of us have to agree to it or it's no-go!"

The boys stared at each other and then Billy asked, "You mean,
that if either one of us says 'No', you won't love this guy any
more?"

"Well, I'll probably still love him, but he won't be part of our
family and he won't live here."

"You'd do that, for us?"

"Absolutely! We are all part of this family and we all agree to
family decisions together, or we don't do it!"

The boys looked at each other and then both of them gave me a huge
hug. Davy was the spokesman this time. "When do we get to meet
him, Daddy?"

"He's waiting out in the hallway. Would you like to meet him now?"

Billy put his hand in his lap, covering himself, "Naked?"

I laughed. "Well, he's naked too, Billy. If he's going to be your
uncle, you'll want to know what his dick looks like, won't you?"

"And tastes like?" Davy teased.

Billy blushed, but looked eagerly at the door, as if he could see
through it and get a peek at the new genitals in the family.

Davy perked up, staring at the door too. "Daddy, can we see him
now?"

"You want to see him, or meet him."

Davy got flustered for a second, but then laughed and punched me
in the ribs. "Quit teasing, Daddy. We want to meet your friend."

"Okay. But I need to tell you boys something first. My friend,
'Will' is his name, has done some pretty stupid things in the
past. Some things he's pretty ashamed of. So I'm going to need you
guys to help me deal with that. Okay?"

"You mean he's done bad things daddy?" Davy asked.

"No, not really bad things, just not very smart things. He thought
he was doing the right thing, but it ended up being the wrong
thing."

"Like, he made a mistake? Is that what you mean, Daddy?" asked
Billy.

"Yes, Billy. He made some bad mistakes. Do you think you can
forgive him for that?"

Billy thought for a minute. "Well, Daddy, when Davy or me makes a
mistake you always say that we have to do our best to fix it and
then it's all over. You mean like that?"

"Exactly like that, Billy."

"Well sure, then. That's only fair."

"You too, Davy?"

"Sure, Dad. That's the only fair way."

"Good!" I lifted the boys off my lap and sat them on the bed.
"I'll bring Will in now."

I got up and opened the bedroom door. Leaning against the doorjamb
I put my hand out to Will, "It's time, Will." He looked panicked,
ready to run. "It's going to be okay, Will. Trust me."

Will fearfully took my hand. I smiled at him and gripped his hand
tightly. "It's going to be okay, Will. Really it is!" I leaned
back and lead Will into the boys bedroom.

Davy's eyes flickered up and down Will's tall, lean, athletic
frame and centered on the completely shriveled, but still heavy,
sex organs. A gleam of lust filled his eyes and I could see him
already thinking up things to do with the beautiful adult body in
front of him. He smiled and said, "Yum!"

Billy's eyes got hugely round as he realized just exactly who
"Will" was. It was obvious that Will couldn't see or hear anything
else in that room except his panic stricken son who gasped out,
"Daddy!"

Davy looked quickly at Billy and then at me and Will again,
questions written all over his face. I signaled him to sit still
and focused my attention on Billy. I explained to the boy about
his mother and what had happened in Germany and about how his
father had always loved him but was afraid of doing the wrong
thing. About how sometimes people do the wrong thing for the right
reasons. That his father had always loved him very, very much and
just didn't know how to show it. Billy was back in my lap, holding
on to me tightly and crying against my chest by the time I'd
managed to explain to him how his father felt about him and why
he'd pulled back and hidden his feelings from his son.

"But why didn't he just tell me, Daddy?" Billy cried.

I could see that it hurt Will to have his son call me "Daddy"
right in front of him. That it made him realize how much I had
replaced him in his sons thoughts and emotions. Made him realize
how far he had to go to regain his son's love and affection.

"Sometimes adults don't believe that kids are able to think for
themselves, Billy. That boys are able to make up their own minds
about what they want. That boys can love and be loved, and want to
love someone. Especially if that someone is an adult. Even more
especially if that love is sexual. Many people don't think that
boys your age know what they want or could really want to have sex
with each other, or with someone older than them."

"But, that hurt worse than anything when my daddy quit holding me.
I loved it when he'd hold me in his lap and I could feel his big
thing on my butt and his big arms around me. And then... and then
he wouldn't hold me any more, wouldn't even touch me. I thought
I'd been a bad boy for wanting him to touch me and hold me... and
feel his thing with my behind."

The boy was sobbing and crying uncontrollably, barely able to gasp
out the words that told of his pain and his loss. I held the
pitiful little body against my chest and signaled his father to
sit down beside me on the bed. Reluctantly, eyes full of tears,
Will finally obeyed me. I peeled Billy's arms off from around my
chest and moved him over into his fathers lap. Both Will and Billy
resisted me, but I was firm with both of them. Billy finally
looked up into his fathers eyes and both of them burst in to
uncontrollable tears, clutching at each other like they were lost
in hopeless desperation.

I looked over to Davy, who had remained silent and kept out of
what was happening, but his eyes were full of tears and he looked
bewildered. I stood up and scooped him up into my arms and carried
him over to Billy's bed and sat down with him cradled in my arms.
Davy wiggled around until he was sitting on my thigh again, one
hand holding my penis and the other gently rubbing my chest as we
watched father and son holding each other and crying their hearts
out. We watched them go through the crying to trying to apologize
to each other. Then to kissing to make amends, only the kissing
quickly changed to passion and then suddenly both stiffened in
fear.

"Come on, Davy," I said as I stood up. "It's time we helped out."

Davy slid down to his feet, still holding my penis, and looked up
at me. "I think they should have sex, Dad. Do you think so?"

I grunted in thought, and then agreed with a curt nod of my head.

"I'll help Uncle Will, Daddy. You help Billy, okay?"

I put my hand on my son's shoulder and smiled down at him. Bending
down, I kissed his lips and then ruffled his hair as I stood back
up. "Sometimes you're the smartest one in this family, Davy."

Pulling on my dick, he said, "I'm ALWAYS the smartest one in this
family, Daddy. So smart that most of the time I don't even let you
notice it!" Pulling on my cock again, he led me over to the other
bed, bemusedly wondering just how much truth there was in what my
son had just said. Davy dropped my cock and climbed up on the bed
and draped himself over his new uncles back, his hands seeking
out, and latching onto Will's paps.

"Do you still love Billy, Uncle Will?"

Startled, Will pulled back and turned his head until, awkwardly,
he could look at Davy's face. "Yes. I've always loved him, more
than anything in the whole world."

"Do you think you could love me too?" Davy asked the disconcerted
man.

Will just blinked his eyes and stared, shocked, not knowing what
the hell to say.

Davy, knowing perfectly well that he had Will totally confused and
off-center, leaned forward and gave him a wet, sloppy kiss all
over his mouth, finally sticking a finger into Will's mouth to get
him to open up enough for Davy to slide his tongue into the
startled man. I had knelt down in front of them and grinned at
Billy, who was watching Davy and his father with avid interest.

"You going to let Davy get away with that?" I asked.

In a semi-trance, Billy shook his head and reached up to grasp his
fathers chin. He managed to pull the mans face away from his
brother and was soon showing his father how enthusiastically he
could kiss. I noticed that his little pecker was totally erect and
was soon joined by another, much larger erection between his
thighs.

Davy and I managed to move Will and Billy around until Will was
laying on top of Billy, their mouths and tongues working intensely
to make up for years of longing and neglect. I moved Billy's legs
up as Davy lubricated Will's now massive erection and placed it at
the entrance into Billy's  body. As pressure dimpled the opening
both Will and Billy seemed to come to their senses, suddenly very
much aware of what was happening.

"Please, please............?" Billy began. Turning to me he asked,
"What do I call him, Daddy?"

"How about 'Uncle Will' for right now, Billy. How does that
sound?"

Turning back to face his father, Billy said, "Please, Uncle Will.
Please fuck me now. I've wanted you to fuck me for so long. Please
fuck me now."

Crying. Nose stopped up and tears streaming down his face, the
athletically muscled man held himself rigidly arched up over his
son, afraid his weight would hurt the much smaller person. Afraid
of the intensity of his feelings for his son. Afraid to release
the emotions and passions that he had kept so well hidden for so
long. He loved his son. Deeply. Totally. So completely that even
being near his son terrified him. His boy was so perfect. Bright.
Springy. Alert and loving. Full of energy and good cheer. Always
willing to try and help with any project or chore. It terrified
Will how much his boy was like the perfect dream he'd always had
of how his perfect son would be, and how easily he could destroy
that perfection by letting the boy see the perverted and awful
feelings he had for the beautiful boy.

He'd admitted his inadequacy as a father to the powerful man
laying in the same bed next to him and his naked son. He'd
submitted to another man finally, admitted that he wanted another
to be in charge and to use him as he was supposed to use a woman.
To let him release the anxiety and tension of having to "perform".
And the man HAD used him as a woman, and he had LOVED it, and
wanted the man to love him that way again --- and again and again
--- as he had obviously used his son. His beautiful perfect son.
The man's massive cock had obviously been, not only inside of the
father, but inside of the son as well. And, like his father, the
boy was equally obviously eager to be fucked again and again and
again by the powerful man he now called 'Daddy'. His son! His boy!
Calling another man 'Daddy!' His heart hurt with the pain of
having lost his son. Of not being the father the boy deserved.
This man obviously WAS the man the boy needed. Both of the boys
obviously worshiped this big bear of a smoothly furred masculine
powerhouse --- as he was beginning to himself.

The oddest thing was that even though he had been used like a
woman is used, he didn't feel like a woman. He felt more complete
as a man than he had ever felt before. He had submitted to the
burly man now watching him, but had somehow retained his
masculinity. He was going to have to spend some time trying to
understand this. Obviously, everything he had been taught in his
lifetime was not true. Otherwise how could his son be laying
underneath of him, wanting to have sex with him --- just as he
desperately wanted the closeness with his son --- and yet, neither
of them was surrendering his masculinity. In fact, he had never
felt so masculine in his life. Arched over the eager lad beneath
him. Cock harder and more rampant than it had ever been in his
entire life. The tension in his muscles spreading the pleasant
ache in his anus over his quiveringly taut body. Sweat beaded his
forehead as he envisioned giving his eager son the same pleasant
ache in his anus.

"Billy. I... I love you. I love you so much. I want to do this
with you, but I'm afraid."

Spindly long-boned arms snaked up around his neck as the gangly
boy legs reached up around his waist and the boy pulled himself up
to hug the adult torso. Will felt the peach-bud lips caress his
much fuller and more swollen lips and the jabbing of a tiny,
sharp-pointed little tongue against the crack between his lips.
Sighing, he relaxed his jaws and the agile tongue of the impatient
boy slid between his lips to fondle his slick teeth and then dart
between the ivory castellans to probe the hot slickness of his
sires mouth. A much larger and more solidly build beast awakened
from the dank floor of the penetrated cavern. Quickly wrapping
around and overpowering the much weaker intruder, the heavy mass
slithered after the retreating tenderness of the sweet morsel and
filled the clasping cavity. Will's mouth dropped open, his lips
completely covering the small mouth below him and his head turned
a bit to the side as he felt a small hand lift his heavy erection
to another warm and receptive opening. As he drove his tongue into
the grasping suction of the small mouth of his son --- the boy who
was the product of his loins and deepest urges, the boy who seemed
to want him sexually even more than he had desired closeness to
his son, never realizing the sexual meaning of his yearning. The
boy clutched his father even tighter and suckled even more
ferociously at the swollen tongue as the oral stimulation
transformed itself into an urge in his loins that had him hunching
forward and sliding his hardness through the guiding hand of his
son's best buddy.

Moaning, tucking his hips up under his belly and straining his
loins forward  with all the power in his body, he felt his son
scream into his mouth as glorious warmth encompassed the hugely
swollen knob at the end of his cock.

Knowing that he had hurt the boy he loved so much the dazed and
lust-crazed father attempted to pull out of the cruelly stretched
anus of his son. Just as he started to move backwards the twin of
the hand supporting his shaft slid down his turgid length and
wrapped its little fingers around the loose skin just above the
large, mature orbs that generated his masculine essence. His
continued attempt to retreat was met with a tightening grasp that
pulled on the cords suspending his balls causing a deep-seated
pain that was matched in intensity with the begging of the boy
hanging from his neck and hips. Dropping his knees to the bed he
spread his knees to accommodate the hand squeezing his testicular
enclosure. Neither the begging of the boy beneath him or the hand
pulling at his ballsack kept him from trying to remove the widely
flared presence of his glans from the poor stretched entrance to
the little boys bottom.

"No, Papa. No! Please! Don't leave me. Put it in me, Papa!" begged
the boy trying to cleave onto his belly.

A loud 'CRACK' announced the arrival of an adult hand across his
buttocks with a burning sting that jumbled his thoughts.

"Why do you always refuse the boy what he wants? What he needs?
Why must you always refuse what you both need and want?" asked a
rumbling angry male voice.

Crying, Will dropped to his elbows and took his boys head in his
gentle hands, "I don't want to hurt you, Billy. I never, ever want
to hurt you. I love you more than anything, Billy, and I never
want to hurt you."

"Then don't leave me alone, Daddy. Don't abandon me again..."

Shocked. Holding his breath in disbelief, trying to understand
what the boy was saying.

The hand holding Will's ass released its grasp and, mere seconds
later landed with a resounding impact that turned the flesh under
it white with pain and then flaming red. "This is your last
chance, Will. Either prove to your son that you love him or quit
hurting him and get out of his life forever!"

Dazed. Stunned with sudden understanding, Will finally understood.
By refusing to touch his son, by refusing all personal contact and
warmth, he HAD been rejecting his son. Like telling the flesh of
his body that he had no use for it, he had tried to separate
himself from what needed to be a part of himself. He had tried to
separate this product of his love from the love he felt for the
boy and was destroying the love they had for each other in the
process. Now the boy needed a physical demonstration of love to
reaffirm what should have been understood between them.

Crying out in the pain of his realization, Will turned his son's
head until the boy was forced to look into his eyes. Huskily, his
voice broke forth, "I'm sorry, Billy. Son! I have always loved
you. I've always loved you so much that I was afraid of hurting
you with my love. Please, please let me love you, son."

As father and son stared deeply through each others eyes deep into
their innermost needs, the boy opened himself willingly to his
sire who gently, hesitantly, carefully, searching for the least
sign of pain or rejection... inserted himself into this frail
seeming young body. The huge size that his organ had swollen to
proving how much he loved and needed the boy... just as the boys
willing acceptance of all his father had to put inside of him
proved how much he truly needed and wanted his fathers love. An
eternity of misunderstanding faded away as the ass clasping hand
and the two much smaller hands left the mans body so that pubic
hair could nestle against hairless flesh and grind into the
tenderness as the physical coupling of father and son was
completed and the true mental coupling and matching began.

In a rite as old as humanity, father shared with son the meaning
of sexuality. Of the joining of two bodies in mutual accord to
bring deeper and more lasting understanding between two people.
Son helped father understand the need of a boy to know about his
body, and the body of his father. Society, culture, church and
state, warped, misguided and confused people unable to deal with
the primitive reality of life, aspiring to a higher 'truth' had
refused to acknowledge what father and son were discovering...
that the bond between creator and created is the most powerful and
lasting bond a human is capable of --- and one which, when
perverted by shame or disgust or misunderstanding or simple
foolishness, creates those that hate, shame, disgust and
misunderstand their fellow humans and so create hatred, war and
torture.

Healing began as the boy felt the crushing of the heavy pubic
patch against his bottom. The smile spreading across his face as
he realized that he could accept even his fathers massive organ
inside of himself brightened the entire room as if the sun had
arisen from the carpet. The fathers realization of the happiness
he was bringing his son brought a joyous radiance to his face as
he knew, finally, that his son was like him and needed this
physical expression of the love they had for each other. Laughing
and sighing with joy at the same time, Will leaned his head down
and covered his son's mouth with a loving kiss as he ground his
cock into the boys no longer frail-appearing ass.

Sliding against each other, testing and carefully feeling each
other out, the two males murmured to each other as body met body
in mutual discovery... "Ok?" "Ummmmm!" "Here?" Yeahhhhh! Like
this?" "Oh, yes. YES! Like that, like that." "Hee, hee, hee... how
about this?"  Oh! OH! Oh my God, yes. Like that... How about
this?" "Ummmmm, yummy, Daddy. Do that again!" "Here" "Yes" "OH
YES!!! RIGHT THERE! DO IT AGAIN!!!!!" Like that?"
"squeeeeeeeeel!!!!!!!!!" "OH, SON! you're going to pinch it off.
Loosen up a little!" "Sissy! Can't take it, HUH?" "I'll show you
'can't take it' you little booger!" "Yes, Daddy! Yes! Yes! Harder,
Daddy! Fuck me, Daddy, Fuck me!"

The sounds of sweaty bodies slapping together covered the whimpers
of Davy as he suddenly felt abandoned and began to suck his thumb
like a little, little boy. Neither of the engaged lovers noticed
when Bob reached over and gathered the suddenly frightened boy to
his chest, entering his eager bottom as the boy settled himself
against his fathers chest and laid his head down on the bulging
pillow the mans biceps provided. Still sucking his thumb but now
secure in his fathers warm embrace, the boy watched his new
brother and Uncle Will learning to make love together. He decided
that he and his dad had a lot to teach the two, but that for right
now they were doing just fine. He smiled as he felt his father
filling him up with a good dose of warm pee and snuggled his
bottom down more securely into his dad's lap as he settled in to
carefully watch, just in case someone came up with something new.



*********



Some notes from Davy's diary:



Billy must have gone through ten or a dozen orgasms, twisting his
ass around his dad's big cock and thrashing around all over the
bed. Uncle Will carefully protected Billy when he was out of
control like that and I saw him using that big cock of his to
expertly give Billy the maximum pleasure. It was like Uncle Will
knew exactly how to use his man tool to give a boy exactly what he
needed and wanted. For sure, Billy kept begging him for more and
going from one spermless orgasm to another. Daddy was slowly
pumping my butt, and I loved it, but I knew that he was really
there with Billy and Uncle Will. I also knew that someday,
probably soon, Daddy was going to get Uncle Will and Billy in bed
and screw them both until they were out of control just like Billy
was right then. I wanted to be there when that happened and I knew
Daddy would figure out some way to make me part of that.

Uncle Will started apologizing to Billy, telling him that he just
had to cum and that he was sorry and he hoped that he wouldn't
hurt Billy. My brother started using awful language and told Uncle
will to shut the fuck up and screw his ass, to give him the hard
butt-fucking he needed and to quit being such a sissy and to use
that cock to really feed him some meat.

I understood Uncle Will's fear once I saw him start into his
orgasm. All I can say was that the man was magnificent! Nostrils
flaring like a stallions and the sweat just pouring off of him, he
took absolute, total control over Billy's body and fucked him
mercilessly. A bull rhino opening his cow's passage to his sperm
couldn't have been more powerful or in control and demanding of
submission. No quarter was given and none was asked for. Will
simply demanded total submission and gave Billy no option but to
open himself fully to the fierce onslaught. The lusty males hands
caressed and positioned the slight body beneath him and rode it to
glory without a care for the survival of either of them.

For his part Billy urged his father on every way he could and
demanded even more that the man was pounding into him. Daddy and I
didn't even notice, keeping our eyes on the magnificently rutting
pair next to us in bed, but Daddy rolled me over on my back
somehow and was trying to fuck my ass as hard as Uncle Will was
pounding Billy's. Their outrageous passion had us totally beat,
but it was still one of the best fucks my dad had ever given me.

When Uncle Will locked up against Billy and started grunting his
cum-juice into the now totally tenderized and fart sloppy guts,
Billy arched his back and went into such a major orgasm that I
actually saw some kind of crystalline white fluid being forced out
of his raging little boy boner. His face held in a rictus from the
overwhelming pleasures surging through his body, the boys tight
lips were deformed in a loud silent scream. His convulsions seemed
to drive Uncle Will completely around the bend. With a look of
libidinous desperation, the spending man attempted to keep up with
the tight young body thrashing around underneath of him, the
massive contractions in the small body encircling, clasping,
constricting and controlling the sanguineously driven male organ
until the resplendent masculine body seemed to be totally under
the control of the sweet little boy turned daemon. The two
desperate lovers strove to satisfy, complement and enhance their
frantic partner, one massively male and demanding and the other
smooth, slight, submissive... and very, very much in charge. Daddy
started pumping me full of hot juice right along with Uncle Will's
tremendous emission and I tried to join Billy on the path to
nirvana, clamping down on the beloved organ and giving Daddy
Dearest as much the same treatment as Uncle Will was getting as I
could. Billy's glazed eyes searched for me and I grabbed his hand
as the overwhelming effusion of male juice filled us and erupted
around the pistoning shafts to glide smoothly down through our
widespread cracks to baste our backs with thousands of what could
have been our brothers and sisters. We finished our orgasms
together, each of us with our natural fathers mounted and riding
us to glory !



*****



Billy and I held hands and smiled at each other as we lay beneath
the hot, sweat-soaked bodies above us as they twitched and gasped
for breath. We may have been the submissive ones laying on the
bottom taking a big cock up our asses, but we well understood the
power we held. Before either man could regain his senses enough to
have thoughts of his own we rolled the unresisting men over on
their backs until they were lying side by side with their legs
hanging over the side of Billy's bed with us sitting astraddle
their quiescent loins. Daddy looked up at the iniquitous glimmer
in our eyes and just mumbled, "Oh, Jeeze!" as he threw his arm
over his eyes.

Uncle Will looked quizzically at my daddy and then got a startled
look, almost of fear, as Billy began the dance that I'd taught him
--- the one where his bottom and insides grab hold of the flaccid
organ trapped inside of him and force it to give him pleasure.
Uncle Will was soon moaning right along with Daddy as we rode them
as hard as they'd been riding us --- only we'd discovered that if
we didn't let the adult man recover from his orgasm all the way we
could get him to fuck us for a really long time without actually
cuming, which tried them because it gave them the same mixture of
pain and pleasure that they gave us when they first stuck their
big cocks up our asses and expected us to deal with an invasion by
something bigger around than our arms! We 'punished' them good.
Forcing them to take the fuck we were giving their cocks while we
gave ourselves outrageous pleasure. Billy wanted to show off his
daddy so we traded off and Billy guided his daddy's cock slickly
up my butt. He was right! It was a great cock and I was hoping
that I'd get to ride it lots of times. We traded back and forth
several times after that, Billy rolling me and his dad over once
and giving his father a good spanking for holding back and not
giving me the fucking I deserved. He didn't stop until his dad had
tears streaming down his face and had apologized to me.

Then Uncle Will held me underneath of him and gave me a really
good fucking while he kissed Billy over and over and promised that
he'd try to never disappoint the boy he loved so much ever again.

Later, we pulled the mattresses off of both beds and spent the
night in a tangle of arms and legs, hard cocks and soft holes. At
one point Daddy showed Billy and me how he liked to fuck Uncle
Will. Watching his daddy get screwed like that made Billy a little
crazy and he ended up sitting on his fathers face getting his
dick, balls and ass eaten all at the same time. Feeling left out,
and just a tiny bit insecure, I climbed up on my daddy's sweaty
back and glued myself to his hunching torso like I was a baby
monkey. Afterwards I tried to apologize to my daddy for
interfering like that... but he just gave me a huge kiss and tried
to tell me how wonderful it felt to him to have his son's warm
body cuddled up to his back at a time like that. He told me that I
must never... never, never, never feel left out of his love. That
anytime I needed him to just tell him, 'Daddy, I need you,' so
that he would know to come get me and hold me and protect me. In
return, I kissed him with all my heart and told him that anytime
he needed to be alone with Uncle Will or anyone else, that he
should just tell me. That I would understand and know that it
didn't mean he loved me any the less. Daddy called me his 'big
boy' and started to give me the best fucking of the night as Uncle
Will climbed up his back with a great big boner Billy had given
him and a really evil gleam in his eye. I could feel Daddy's dick
fill up when Uncle Will drove that big cock of his up Daddy's ass
just as if Uncle Will's dick was filling up the insides of Daddy's
cock.

I didn't get to think about that much though because Billy came
over just then and needed some attention himself. He sat down on
my mouth and gave me his sweet little asshole to mouth and chew on
while Daddy leaned down and worked on the three inch boy dick and
tight little bag of peanuts while he screwed my ass good.

Afterwards, Daddy gathered all three of us into his arms and
called us his three good boys. Uncle Will kissed him on the lips
right in front of Billy and me and said, "Thank you, Big Brother."
Daddy just looked deep into Uncle Will's eyes and stroked his
beautiful hair. Tears suddenly welled in his eyes and the three of
us just quietly held him as he cried for the baby brother he still
missed so much.



*****



The next morning the two men woke up groggy and having to deal
with two eager and energetic boys. Limp cocks were no hindrance to
the boys as they continually played with their toys and tried to
suck on them while the men tried to wash themselves and the
perpetually mobile little scamps that insisted there was plenty of
room in the shower for all four of them. There was some discussion
about the truth of that statement, and a few butts got swatted,
but at least the major portion of the nights activities got washed
off before the men staggered off towards the kitchen to seek
medication. Davy had been the first one up and had gotten Mr.
Coffee busy before the men even woke up. Loud exclamations of joy
filled the air when the men smelled the already brewed coffee and
Bob said that since one of his boys had been thoughtful enough to
save his life that he'd put off strangling them until later in the
afternoon.

Everybody had a good laugh and the four naked males unself-
consciously started getting cups of coffee and making breakfast.
By unspoken agreement, the men sat down at the kitchen table,
their butts sticking to the vinyl seats, and talked over their
morning coffee while the boys got breakfast started. Davy spilled
some freshly squeezed orange juice as he set it down in front of
the quietly conversing men. Daddy Bob mopped up the spill with his
napkin and hugged his son to his side, ruffling his hair and
giving him a quick kiss as he said, "Typical service around here.
Fast, but sloppy." Swatting the boys ass, he sent him back to work
with a laugh that got even happier when the boy wiggled his ass at
him in defiance.

Davy got the waffles going while Billy got out the eggs and set up
the kitchen stool in front of the stove. "How does everyone want
their eggs? Scrambled, scrambled... or would you prefer them
scrambled?"

Bob looked at the puzzled look on Will's face and laughed, "He's a
great cook. He just doesn't have much of a repertoire yet!"

Will laughed and said, "Well, I guess I'll have mine over easy
then..."

"Yeah! And I'd like eggs Benedict," Bob said.

"That's what I thought," said Billy. "Two orders of scrambled eggs
coming up!"

The men laughed and were soon deep in their conversation again,
which was quietly interrupted when  the boys set down place
settings and a plate full of food in front of each man. The
conversation faltered as the men looked down and saw perfectly
yellow/browned waffles covered with fresh fruit in a warm cinnamon
sauce, broiled sausage patties and shiny-moist perfectly cooked
scrambled eggs. Wheat and rye toast was stacked on another plate
and several jars of preserves sat waiting with butter knives
beside them.

Their amazement was complemented when Davy crawled up into Will's
lap and Billy did the same with Bob. The naked boys made
themselves comfortable, quietly sitting on the men's naked laps
and leaning up against the manly chests. Will looked questioningly
at Bob who just smiled and kissed Billy's cheek and said, 'Thank
you for such a nice breakfast.'

Will quickly complied and kissed Davy on the lips, telling him how
nice it was to be served such a nice breakfast. Looking at the
plate and how much food it held, and noticing the dearth of place
settings he realized that he would be expected to feed the boy
sitting on his lap. Both boys were studiously quiet as they
listened to their fathers discuss how the household should be
arranged and how to handle financial matters and such. The men fed
themselves and the boys without any great fuss and it seemed to
all of them like they had been doing this for years, as, in fact,
they would do for many years to come. Their habit became that the
boys made breakfast and the adults held the boys and fed them.
Mornings were also for talking about whatever needed to be
discussed, school, work, things that needed to be purchased...
whatever was important to one of them was discussed with the
others and decisions made by all four of them.

In the middle of the meal Will realized that he was absentmindedly
fondling Davy between the legs. He blushed and quickly removed his
hand and tried to find someplace more appropriate to put the
offending member. Davy just sadly shook his head and used his own
hand to guide Will's big paw back over his crotch. Not only was
that the most natural and relaxed place for Will to put his hand,
but it was comfortable for Davy too, having the man touching him
and making him feel accepted. Will realized that the touching had
not been sexual for either of them, but comforting and soothing.
Kissing the boy, he openly, consciously rubbed the boys smooth
little peg and fondled the loose bag of tiny boy balls. He smiled
with the happiness of knowing that he could freely answer any
inquisitiveness he might feel or imagine about either boy, and
could hardly wait to explore his sons body openly and thoroughly.
Oh, yes. Very thoroughly indeed. Davy felt the surge of the man
organ beneath his legs and understood the urges filling the man as
he stared, enraptured, at the slim profile of his son sitting in
the lap of a man he was becoming to love very deeply. Davy just
grinned and leaned his head back, mouth wide-open and making
cheeping sounds like a baby bird begging for food. Flustered, Will
broke out of his reverie and blushed as all three of his
tablemates started laughing.

The rest of the day was spent out by the pool. Quietly enjoying
the sun and water. Talking, discussing various topics of interest.
Will showed a lot of interest when Billy mentioned enemas, so they
took the time to go into the cabana and give Will a preview of
some of the games they could play in there. They gave Will a
double enema and then all three of them contributed to a final
piss enema for him that was interrupted when Billy got is little
erection into his father's ass and started crying and had to be
reassured by his father that he did love him, that he had always
loved him and wanted to love him forever and forever but that he'd
been really stupid and hoped that Billy could, and would, forgive
him. Billy went wild and started madly fucking his father and
begging him to never hate him again. Crying, ashamed of how he had
treated his son, Will spread himself open as wide as he could and
urged his son to make love to him. To please accept him and never
let him be stupid ever again. Dad and I held Will's legs back near
his shoulders for him so he could hug his son and help him have
the best sex possible.

Billy was very possessive of his dad for the rest of the afternoon
and Bob warned Davy to not feel left out or jealous. Davy just
pinched his dad's butt and winked at him, saying, "Hey, sailor. Is
that a flagpole, or are you putting the mast up so you can sail
into my heart? His dad just threw him into the swimming pool and
told him to mind his manners... which lead to a huge water fight
involving all four of them --- A & B against C & D, and then A, B
& C against D, and then B & C valiantly defending themselves
against the evil alliace of A & D.

The water fight produced some ravening appetites which quickly
lead to the gas bar-b-que producing some fat and juicy hamburgers.
The rest of the afternoon was slow and drowsy, the height of
excitement coming when Will gave Billy a long, slow, loving fuck
right into his tight little boy ass as they lay on one of the
chaise lounges. Watching Will as he finally asked Billy if he
could please touch his body and Billy's instant agreement, begging
softly for his father to please, please touch him all over and to
make him his son again, had tears in everyones eyes, and I felt
the warmth of my Dad's tears dripping onto the back of my neck.

Will explored Billy's body like he'd never seen another persons
body before. Hands trembling, hesitant --- he traced the shapes of
the boys body, eyes gleaming and avid with wonder. The tiny male
paps were so small that the man didn't trust the messages from his
fingertips and used his much more sensitive lips to explore and
define the dusky brown spots on his sons chest. He ended up
licking and then sucking the little joy-spots when he finally
realized that he was not going to be rejected, but rather, that
the boy madly desired the stimulation he could bring the boy. He
kissed the boy in thanks and ended up caressing and kissing the
beautiful young face more thoroughly than it had ever experienced
before in the boys life.

Teeth chewed at flexible ears as the strong tongue attempted to
worm its way into the minute ear channel. Failing at that goal,
the tongue started stroking the thin, finely formed throat and
kept lapping it's entire length until the boys chin was pointed to
the heavens and his back was rigidly arched and his heels pounding
on the forest green mattress. Hands spasmed into claws, tendons
rigid and exposed the panting boy begged, "Daddy! Daddy!"

Kissing lips, licking eyes and probing nose. Kissing all over the
tear-stained face... licking under the jaw and back down the
throat... kissing... nibbling... sucking and blowing and... trying
to show his repressed wonder and love for his son... the father,
crying, tried to show how much he loved the boy.

Tears touched, and mingled. The boys arms wrapped around his
fathers head and he willingly exposed himself to his fathers
eager, intense explorations. Shrieking with pleasure between
clenched teeth, the boy went wild as the man, very much in control
of the bantam boy body, expanded his search to include shoulders
and arms and then an intimate, exhaustive exploration of each
finely crafted digit. Taking each finger, joint by joint through
the measuring lips and into the questing mouth where the phalange
was quite thoroughly examined by the agile tongue as ceaselessly
mobile hands explored the rest of the boys body... sliding over
slick flat surfaces and probing and exploring every crevice, crack
and dimple.

Billy went wild, totally out of control, madly convulsing and
flopping all over the thick cotton mattress as his sire discovered
the hairless scented hollows as he traveled back up the spindly
arms. He explored the intriguing pits most thoroughly and exactly,
taking his time and not missing the tiniest spot of flesh and
sucking up every speck of the delightful scent of boyhood. The
boys clamorous gyrations seemed to go largely unremarked upon by
the much larger and stronger man until one of his fingers probed
exploringly into the tight confines of a much more enclosed and
darker cave that the pit his face was buried in.

The finger elicited such a tempestuous reaction that the wondering
man just had to travel south to discover what all the excitement
was about. He laid an arm and shoulder across the boy to hold him
down in place as he peered netherwards between the boys flailing
legs where he spotted one of his thick digits being held tightly
by the edges of a small hole in the boys bottom. Smiling with the
delight of discovery, Will pushed the finger in and out of the
hole several times, watching carefully how the flesh clung to the
finger and moved in and out with the motion of the fickle finger
of fucking. Spitting down between the boys legs to help lubricate
the intruding finger, the man proceeded to give the boy a really
thorough finger fucking, stimulating the boy over and over for a
long time until the child was moaning and crying in exhaustion.

The man seemed to suddenly notice a rigid little peg and a
wrinkled, shrunken little brown bag. Licking down through the
sweaty, hairless groin seemed to revive the boys energy and the
more the man cleaned the smooth curves between the boys legs, the
more the boy seemed to recover from  his exhaustion. When the man
focused on plucking pellucid the petite peg of penile pleasure,
the poor panting pauper prayed profusely, praising papa's
productive palpations. Convulsing with an entire body orgasm, the
boys overstrained bladder released and the father sucked up spurt
after spurt of watery boy pee that burned its way up through the
rigid little cock as the boy shot the only fluid available to him
into his fathers warm, accepting mouth.

Crying, sobbing, collapsed exhausted, the boy was licked clean, a
finger still gently probing his ass and helping him to final,
total release. As the man who had sired him laid down beside him
and started gently kissing him, Billy wrapped himself around his
father and said, "Daddy Bob is my daddy now... but you are my
father and I love you very, very much. Please make love to me.
Please? I need you, Daddy..."

Crying, the man kissed his son and swore that he would never, ever
again avoid his responsibility as a father.

Wide-eyed, I was watching my new brother and my new Uncle, his
father. My own father was holding me with great love and
tenderness, but it was like I was floating. An observer.  There
but not there, part of it, but not part of it. Watching,
remembering so that i could write it all down later.

In all the hugging and kissing and attempts at communication,
somehow, unbeknownst to either of them, they coupled once again
and the father started proving to his son how very, very much he
truly did love his son --- a boy who tried to show his father how
much he loved and needed him by accepting him fully inside of his
body with an eagerness seldom experienced on this Earth.

Dad and I watched... and I asked, "Daddy?  Do you love me as much
as Billy's daddy loves him?"

Daddy just held me while we watched Uncle Will and Brother Billy
make love to each other. When they had finally returned to Planet
Earth and our special little bit of back yard, Dad rolled me over
and proved to Uncle Will and his son, my brother Billy... and to
ME, that he loved me every bit as much as Will loved Billy.

Billy and Will watched for a while and then Billy came over and
started kissing me and telling me how much he loved me while Daddy
licked my neck and screwed my ass. A few minutes later, Will
trepidatiously came over to the other side of the chaise lounge,
looking timorously at, first me, and then Daddy. Dad reached up
behind Uncle Will's head and pulled his mouth over to his own
mouth. I, in my youthful wisdom, could tell that at that exact
moment, Uncle Will truly became Uncle Will, Daddy's younger
brother and lover. It felt like Uncle Will came down from heaven
and touched Uncle Will, becoming part of him by giving him the
knowledge of how to become a part of Daddy, and his life.

Daddy started crying and then Uncle Will teared up and started
crying too. The next thing I knew Billy and I were crying and
Billy was wiggling down between Daddy and me until he could get
his butt around my stiffie. Uncle Will climbed up on Daddy's back
and I could feel his cock swell inside of me when Uncle Will
fucked that big long cock of his up inside of Daddy and started
giving him a really good fucking.

Billy was kissing me and I was fucking him as hard as Daddy was
fucking me while he was kissing Uncle Will and crying and getting
his ass screwed royally by his younger brother, who was the father
of my younger brother who I was screwing in time with his fathers
strokes into my dads ass and... we loved each other, and
gloriously burst into joyous completion together, Billy against my
belly and me into his ass as Daddy pumped a huge load into me
while accepting a replenishing load from Uncle Will who reached
down past both of us to desperately osculate with Billy.

We lay there in a dazed, exhausted pile of tangled limbs until
Daddy, slapping asses and taking names, got us all up and herded
us into the gazebo showers to lovingly clean each other up. I
won't go into the gory details, but leave well enough alone to
assure you that Billy and I left Uncle Will spotlessly clean,
inside and out, for what Daddy had planned for him during the rest
of the evening and night.

Dinner was very leisurely and informal. Served and eaten in front
of the television. One or more of us preparing a dish to serve to
the others, and when that one was finished, someone would prepare
another. Dinner was finished off when me and Billy brought out a
tray of whipping cream and various toppings and then knelt down on
knees and chests in front of the older men so they could prepare
their own favorite deserts. They didn't actually eat that much,
but they sure used up a lot of whipping cream as they traded back
and forth screwing the two sweet and innocent little bottoms being
presented to them. Billy and I tried to punish them for playing
with their food instead of eating it, but the men returned the pun
by taking us across their knees and "whipping the cream". We cried
"fowl!", but the men just traded little boys and went right back
to whipping our cream into a froth. The men finished off by adding
to the sticky mess in our rosy red bottoms, much to our entire
satisfaction.

Me and Billy kept comparing the redness of our butts as we were
being cleaned up for bed, both of us happy with the nice spankings
we'd taken and eager to get more whenever we could.

Daddy and Uncle Will took us into our bedroom and laid down on
Billy's bed with us, holding us on their chests to make enough
room for all four of us. They promised us to get a big enough bed
for our room so that we could have company and not be so crowded.
Then the four of us talked about how we wanted things to be. We
all agreed that things might, and probably would, change as time
went by, but that for right now we all wanted Bob to be the Daddy
and that Billy and me would call him "Daddy" and call Billy's
daddy "Uncle Will". This didn't mean that Uncle will wasn't
Billy's father or that he didn't love Billy more than anything in
the world. It just meant that for right now Uncle Will was going
to be busy being Daddy's little brother and wouldn't have the time
to do all the father things he should be doing, but, as our Uncle,
he could be learning all the things he needed to know to be a good
father to us when he grew up finally. Daddy said that although we
could still spend nights together and have fun together whenever
we wanted too, that this was to be Billy and my room and that
Daddy and Uncle Will would have their room together. We would
always be considerate and knock and ask permission before coming
into each others rooms. We also agreed that our family
arrangements were our own business and no one elses. Billy and Me,
or Daddy and Uncle Will could have overnight guests, but the whole
family had to agree before anyone could be invited to spend the
night. Any of us could invite friends over for dinner during the
week, but on weekends prior arrangements with the rest of the
family must be made so that everyone would know when they needed
to wear pants and keep their dicks out of each other.

Both me and Billy were disgruntled when Daddy and Uncle Will
kissed us good night and got up, tucked us in together and went to
their own bedroom. They purposely left our bedroom door open a
crack and left theirs the same way so that we'd know we weren't
being cut out, but that both they and us deserved our privacy when
we wanted it. All Billy or I, or Daddy or Uncle Will for that
matter, needed to do to ensure complete privacy was to get up and
close the bedroom door. When the sounds of squeaking bedsprings
and Uncle Will's deep, satisfied and happy moans filled the space
between our two beds, Billy and I cuddled up close together and
drifted off to a peaceful and happy nights sleep.



*****



Things went along pretty good for about a week except that it
seemed like Uncle Will was getting an awful lot of spankings and
that his ass pretty much stayed red. Daddy wasn't taking any shit
at all off of Uncle Will and several times made him sit down and
explain to Billy why he'd done a certain thing or acted a certain
way. Daddy kept checking with Billy and me to make sure we were
all right and that what he and Uncle Will were doing wasn't
upsetting us. Billy and I understood what was going on, so it
really didn't upset us except one night when Uncle Will really got
an awesome licking and was made to sleep out in the back yard by
himself overnight. Mostly, we just wished that Uncle Will had
learned to love and be loved, to trust and be trusted before he
grew up. To Billy and me, that seemed like something kids should
learn while they were growing up.



The Wednesday after that first week Uncle Will called into his
office to check in and see if anything important was going on.
There was a couple of his clients that he had to call and take
care of, but one call seemed to upset him. He came in and asked
Daddy if he could make a long-distance call. Daddy put him across
his lap while us boys were still eating breakfast and gave him
five swats for asking a stupid question. This was his house now
and he should know that he didn't need permission to use the phone
unless he got himself restricted somehow. To illustrate his point,
Daddy asked me if I thought I needed to ask permission to make a
long-distance call. I just held up my hands and shrugged my
shoulders and said, "Daddy! I don't know anyone that lives that
far away"

Both men laughed and Daddy kissed Uncle Will and told him to go
make his call because he had a different use in mind for his fine
butt. Uncle Will blushed as Daddy fondled his high butt cheeks and
Billy and I made it worse by chanting, "Uncle Will's going to get
fucked! Uncle Will's going to get fucked!" Daddy shushed us and
slapped Uncle Will's behind and told him to go make his call
before he had to give all of us a spanking. Two boys got busy
eating their breakfast and Uncle Will went into the den to make
his call.

We were all out on the patio laying in the sun when Uncle Will
came out of the den. He seemed really distracted like he was
thinking a lot about something. After wandering around the house
aimlessly for a while he came to the patio door. "I need to call a
family meeting," he said.

One of the rules that we'd all agreed on was that any member of
the family could call a meeting of the whole family at any time to
discuss an issue that might concern only them --- or the whole
family. We would all discuss the issue and either come to a
solution by agreement, an open vote, or, if necessary, by a secret
vote where each of us had a white marble (yes) and a black marble
(no) and could drop them into a container without anyone knowing
how the others had voted.

Daddy told us to go get cleaned up and get into some clothes (we
were going out with some friends that afternoon) and then he took
off to get cleaned up himself. That was the quickest shower Billy
and I ever took together but we were still the last ones into the
Den. Daddy was wearing a terrycloth robe and Uncle Will had pulled
on a pair of white tennis shorts. We sat down quietly and waited
for Uncle Will to get his thoughts together. Taking a deep breath,
he looked directly at Billy and began.

"When I was in High School, just fourteen years old, I got my
girlfriend, just thirteen years old, pregnant. She had the baby
and our families made some arrangements and she and her parents
have been raising the boy. You have an older brother, Billy."

A pin dropping would have made a racket in the room. A stick of
dynamite couldn't have penetrated the shock. The look in Billy's
eyes was the same as it used to be before he realized that this
father really did love him.

Dad and me started cross-examining Will to get the story out of
him. The adults had taken charge and refused to even listen to
Uncle Will and his girlfriend. She was sent to Montana to live
with an aunt and Uncle Will was sent off to Military School and
not allowed to return home even for holidays. Uncle Will cried a
lot and Daddy held him when he told us about that.

Until this afternoon he hadn't even known the sex of his child ---
or even if it had been born. The boy's mother had committed
suicide when the baby was just a year old and the spinster aunt
had raised the boy as best she could. She was getting quite
elderly and the boy was fourteen and becoming more than she could
handle, getting into trouble and sassing her. She had managed to
find Uncle Will through a lawyer friend of hers and if he
couldn't, for whatever reason, take the boy in, then she was going
to have to let the State authorities take charge of the child
because she couldn't afford a boarding school and the rest of the
family refused to help or even acknowledge the child.

We discussed the problems of having a stranger join our family.
The fact that we might not be able to be as free and open with our
feelings. The fact that he could cause us a lot of trouble... lots
of stuff. But, all I kept seeing was the hurt and desperation
trying to hide behind Billy's eyes.

I stood up, and without saying a word, put my white marble down in
the middle of the round, oak library table. I took Billy's hand
and pulled him to his feet and led him out of the den and out of
the house. Instead of meeting our friends we went to our favorite
place down by the creek. We sat there silently under "our" tree
for a while and then Billy laid down and put his head on my thigh.
Curling up into a little ball, he put his thumb in his mouth and
started sucking on it and was soon asleep. With tears in my eyes I
sat there with a hand on my little brothers shoulder, thinking. I
finally began to realize what the world would look like from Uncle
Will's position --- if I had a big brother.

We got back home just before dark and our curfew. We told a little
fib and said that we'd eaten with the guys and were worn out and
just wanted to go to bed. Dad just nodded and we went to our
bedroom, for the first time forgetting to kiss Dad and Uncle Will
good-night. We stripped down to our underwear, cuddled up in our
new big bed together and were soon asleep.

We got up the next morning and the adults didn't look any better
than we did. All bleary eyed and unwell. Dad pointed to the den
and we all walked in there. We stood there looking at each other
and the single white marble sitting in the middle of the smooth
blond oak. I reached over and took Billy by the wrist, holding his
hand over the table. He turned his hand up and opened his fist. A
white marble rolled onto the table.

Dad just watched the marble roll across the table and come to a
stop next to it's twin that I'd put there. Uncle Will looked at
Daddy as if he was terrified of whatever Daddy might do. With
anything this important it was our rule that it would take four
white marbles to make a decision.

Uncle Will looked like he was going to pass out. And then Daddy
reached over --- and quietly laid two marbles, one black, and one
white --- in front of Will. Tears streaming down his cheeks,
staring right at Daddy, Will pushed Daddy's white marble across
the table with his forefinger and then opened his hand and dropped
the fourth white marble next to the others.

I could feel Billy standing next to me, trying to be brave. His
father turned to him and burst out into tears. Falling to his
knees and hugging Billy to him so hard it must have hurt, he
thanked Billy over and over, saying that he never wanted his unmet
son to be rejected the way he was when he was fourteen years old.
Billy put his arms around his fathers neck and tried to soothe
him, telling him over and over that everything would be okay. I
was feeling pretty lost and confused and overpowered with emotion
and saw my father put his hand out to me. He let me climb up and
wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck so he
could hold me and make me feel secure and loved.

Daddy gently kicked Uncle Will in the butt, "Hey, boy. Get on the
phone and tell your son to come home."

Uncle Will picked Billy up and went over and sat on the chair by
the telephone. Billy tried to wipe his fathers tears and runny
snot away with his shirt, but mostly just made a mess until he
pulled his dad's t-shirt off and used that. Then they began a
little game my dad and me played when things got too emotional.
We'd slap each other in the face and say stuff like, "Naw, nothing
bothers me!" or "Hey! I don't feel a thing!". They were soon
laughing and crying at the same time and trying to wipe each
others faces clean.

Uncle Will finally managed to place his call and told the old aunt
that he'd be happy to take the boy. Daddy was on the computer and
had  on the line and Uncle Will told her the
time and flight number for the ticket Daddy had already paid for
with his credit card. Uncle Will said that the boy could bring
whatever he wanted to with him and the rest of his stuff could be
shipped later, or that he would be perfectly willing to buy the
boy all new stuff for a new start. Then he profusely thanked the
old lady for raising his son and for having cared for the true
love in his life.

The rest of the day was very quiet and Daddy and Uncle Will went
to bed right after dinner. Me and Billy stayed up watching TV, but
got bored quickly and put on one of Daddy's porn flicks. It was
interesting seeing this young guy have sex with this really good
looking girl, but the real fun started when her big brother came
home and caught them. He spanked the boy fucking his sister REALLY
hard and then made him eat her pussy while he gave the boys ass a
real hard fucking. Then he sent the girl to bed and took the guy
to his bedroom and slapped him around some telling him that he was
going to teach him to not fuck his sister anymore without
permission. He called up a couple of his buddies and the three of
them fucked the kid and made him suck them until they were
completely worn out. The big high schooler took the kid to his bed
and screwed him really good one last time. Just before they went
to sleep the burly jock told the slightly built underclassman that
he'd been really nice to him and his buddy's and that he had
permission to screw his sister again. The now well trained boy
bashfully said, "Please, Sir. If you don't mind, sir. I'd rather
be with you and your buddies again if you don't mind, sir."
Laughing the big guy just pushed the younger guy under the covers
and told him to suck cock until he was told to stop.

Billy and I had jacked each other off while watching the movie,
but were still horny and went to our bedroom to fuck each other
mercilessly until we could finally get to sleep, nervously anxious
to meet Billy's big brother the next day.

We were woken up in mid-morning, not having got to sleep until the
wee hours of the morning, and fed and then scrubbed within an inch
of loosing our lives. Dressed in our best clothes by two
overanxious men who seemed totally convinced that neither Billy or
I had the faintest clue how to dress ourselves. We got sat down on
individual chairs and warned that if we got dirty or messed up
before meeting our new older brother -- that he'd never get a
chance to meet his recently deceased brothers! Billy and I took
the warning to heart and occupied ourselves quietly with a hotly
contested game of Old Maid.

We got to the airport at one o'clock --- to meet a 2 o'clock
flight --- not that our parents were anxious or anything like
that, of course! It was a long wait but the flight was finally
announced and out of the crowd of disembarking passengers and
blond Adonis appeared. One look told you that this is how
beautiful Uncle Will must have looked at that age...