Date: Sat, 11 Dec 1999 17:53:17 -0800
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@eudoramail.com>
Subject: Billy and Davy's Daddy (M/M, M/t, M/b, t/b, b/b)

incest, bonding, anal, oral, enema, fisting, spanking, bondage


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Billy and Davy's Daddy

a fictional story by Jon Hold

Copyright 1998, Jon Hold

<jonhold@eudoramail.com>

(M/M/t/b/b, con, oral, anal, WS, enema, spank, bond)



This story has been edited and new material added. It is complete
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Please notice that the title of this series of stories has been
changed. My search of the archives before titling this story
revealed no conflicts. Some days after posting the first of these
stories, another story titled "Billy and Danny" was posted. Since
this story is apparently part 2 of an earlier story that does not
appear in the archives, I have relinquished the title to the
earlier author.

This is a work of fiction inspired by John Weeks' story, "The
Birds, the Bees, and Screwing",  Handjobs, Feb 1996, pp 7-10. I
would like to thank Mr. Weeks for his excellent story and the
inspiration to write this material. I'd also like to apologize for
stealing his story line. Hopefully my work will not interfere with
any sequels he may choose to grace us with.

This story involves homosexual activity between adult and non-
adult persons. Please do not read this any further if you object
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11 December 1999. I will be busy resolving the Y46K problems on my
Macintosh and won't be able to write any more.... <G> Seriously,
I'm going to be taking a long-awaited trip, so this is my Winter
Solstice present to all of you, I hope it brings some joy into
your life and that you are able to share some of that joy with
others. Piece on Earth and good Will to men!  Jon



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Billy and Davy's Daddy

a fictional story by Jon Hold

Copyright 1998, Jon Hold

<jonhold@eudoramail.com>



The Players:



Daddy. Bob. 34. Black hair. Hair on chest and a line running down
belly to thick patch at groin.



Davy. Dark Blond hair. Early pubescence. Few crotch hairs (fuzz).
Can cum. Circumcised.



Billy's Dad, Will (William Sr. & Jr.) 28. Blond. Smooth. Foreskin.
Lawyer/Stock broker.



Billy. Blond. prepubescet. foreskin



Jody. (William Tobias) ?Will's first son, born out of wedlock when
Will was 14. Joins the story at 14 yo. Blond, could be his fathers
twin brother. Foreskinned



Dr. Daniels. Daddy's college friend and phrendly fazission.



Roger Mahoney, arcade owner, red head, Irish.



Sean Mahoney, 15, red head, son of Roger, who he very much enjoys
screwing.




PART 5



I asked Billy and Daddy to write this next part, and I just sort
of put together what they wrote. Daddy gave me a spanking when he
found out I'd been writing this and letting you read it. He
spanked me really hard and made me cry, but later Billy talked to
Daddy and told him that I wasn't being a bad boy. That I wasn't
trying to hurt anyone or tell anyone how to bother us. Daddy read
what I had written and I showed him how a friend of ours (thanks
Jon) was mailing the stories. Daddy thought it over and finally
took me to bed and showed me how much he liked my writing. He also
agreed to help Billy write this part of the story:

<B> I couldn't believe how great my life was going. First my son
turns out to love me as much as I love him, and wants to have sex
with me as much as I've always wanted to have sex with him. As if
that wasn't enough, it turns out that his best friend, Billy,
wants my love just as much. The responsibility of raising two
healthy and sane boys is made more difficult by the repressed
culture we live in, but my boys, and our love for each other, has
proven the effort worthy of the results. Both of my boys are
successful in life and have families of their own and I'm very
proud of them and love them deeply. Speaking of which:

Trying to walk down a narrow hallway with a wiggling, giggling,
teasing, anxious boy on each hip is one of life's major
challenges. Trying to quiet the boys down was futile, my threats
being ignored as fast as they were made. I'd planned on taking
them to my room with it's big bed but gave up and turned into
their room, which was much closer. I plopped down on the twin bed
nearest the door and hauled both boys across my knees, my Davy on
the inside and the slightly smaller Billy on the outside. The
sight of those tight little buttocks and the feel of their stiff
little peckers sticking into my leg made my dick swell so hard it
actually hurt. I put one hand across their bony backs  to hold
them in place and used my other hand to land half-hard, playful
smacks across first one and then the other hard little butt.

"When... I... tell... you... too... be... still..." I said between
swats, "you... better... be... still...."

Both boys made loud protestations, wiggled around on my lap a lot
and tried to cover their own butts with their hands while pulling
the others hands aside to expose them to my swats. We were all
trying to not laugh and not having much luck. Both boys reached
underneath my leg and started playing with my balls and pecker,
which didn't help my concentration at all.

"Ummmm... Daddy's got a hard-on!"

"Yeah, he's being naughty. Playing with our butts and getting
stiff. He probably wants to fuck us."

"Yeah, he's a bad boy!"

"He's being a bad daddy, punishing two sweet and innocent little
boys like us."

"Yeah! He's being naughty and we're good boys. We should punish
daddy!"

"Yeah!"

The next thing I knew I had my arms full of strong young boy
bodies, struggling and straining to push me down on the bed.
Laughing, I fell backwards across the narrow bed and was
immediately seized and rolled over on my belly by two very
determined young boys. The feeling of their smooth skin, warm
bodies and strong little hands all over my body was more erotic
that anything I'd ever been able to imagine. They were all over
me, rubbing their heated buttocks and stiff and floppy organs
against my hypersensitive skin. At that moment I was willing to
let them do anything they wanted too with me.

What they wanted to do soon became apparent as they pinned my arms
to my sides with their legs and sat down on my back. Their little
hands soon found my butt and started spanking me. I couldn't
believe how horny I made me feel to have those boys spanking me. I
started moaning and begging the boys to spank me even harder. Both
of the boys quickly got into our new game and started telling me
what a naughty daddy I'd been while they spanked my ass as hard as
they could. They weren't big enough to actually hurt me, but they
made my butt sting wonderfully. I made up my mind right then and
there that spanking would be reserved for playing with the boys
and that punishment would be done some other way. This was
entirely too much fun to be used to hurt the boys.

I felt the spanking lighten up as one of the boys clambered off my
back and the other boy straddled my back, his legs gripping my
arms and holding them firmly to my sides as he continued to spank
my buns, now with both hands. I felt the other boy move up behind
me where my legs were draped over the edge of the bed. A few
perfunctory slaps on my lower buttocks from him and I felt a small
face bury itself between the heated mounds of my behind. A little
pair of hands from above joined the little pair of hands from
below to hold my crack open as a slurping, wallowing young mouth
gave my asshole a new reason for existence. The boy child was
eager to gobble my hole, lips and small teeth nibbling at every
bit of exposed flesh and hard little tongue darting everywhere
slobbering slick spit all over and spearing into my puckered hole
at every opportunity.

The small pair of hands from above let go and started to sharply
smack my burning cheeks as a piping voice demanded that I open my
hole. It was Billy's voice ordering me to open up for his brother.
I pushed back on my asshole to open it up to my attacker and a
huge fart burst out, flapping my neither lips against the
intruding pointed tongue. I could hear Davy inhale deeply and then
moan from the deep scent of me as his tongue finally plunged to
its maximum depth inside of me. Within seconds Davy clambered to
his feet and punctured my hole with his stiff little boycock. One
punch saw him buried to his full depth and he immediately started
to hump my ass like a jackrabbit.

"Yes! Yes! Fucking Daddy's ass! I'm fucking Daddy's ass!" Davy
howled.

"Fuck his ass. Fuck him hard, Davy," Billy kept demanding as he
alternated swatting my ass and Davy's ass.

I quickly had a trembling boy clinging to my ass as he did his
very best to spooge inside of me. The excitement made me rear up
as the boys traded positions. Davy sat on my head and punched me
in the back to bury my head in the bedcovers and hold me down so
his little brother could fuck me. As the bald little pecker
penetrated my ass, Davy laid down across my back, clamping my head
between his thighs and pulling my asscheeks apart with his strong
little hands so that Billy could penetrate me without wasting any
of his thin length in just reaching my hot hole.

"I'm fucking Daddy! I'm fucking Daddy in the ass! I've got my cock
in Daddy's ass and I'm fucking his butt!" crowed Billy as he
vibrated up against my butt. What a wonderful feeling to have his
stiff little pricklet jabbing my insides as his big brother humped
the back of my neck with his still ass wet dick. Billy started
having orgasms almost immediately, but hardly slowed down his
jabbing of my hole between each of his little boy dry orgasms.

I finally couldn't take it any more and rolled out from under Davy
and disconnected from Billy. I rolled over on my back longways on
the narrow boys bed and lifted my legs to my chest and held them
in place with my arms. Davy quickly took the hint offered by my
uplifted, pulsing asshole and scampered between my legs to
puncture the damp hole with his stiff little boner. Billy quickly
jumped up on the bed and covered my mouth with his delectable
little butthole. I barely managed to get my tongue busy when he
leaned forward between my splayed legs and gobbled down as much of
my dripping cock as he could get into his lilliputian mouth.

For at least an hour the boys took turns fucking me in the ass,
sucking my cock, playing with my balls, and sitting on my face so
I could feast on one scrumptious little boybutt and set of
dangling balls after the other. I finally totally lost control and
started to shoot my wad as Davy pulled and twisted my balls in
both his strong little hands while Billy fucked my mouth with his
boys cock and twisted and pinched both my nipples between his
monkey strong fingers. Both boys mouths worked over and around the
helmet of my cockhead as they captured every single drop of my
heated effusion.

As I collapsed, both boys crawled up into the curves of my arms,
crossing their upper legs across my tummy and crotch. I kissed
each sweaty forehead as Davy arranged the sheet over us and we
drifted off into a little nap.

I woke up an hour later with a small boy curled up against each
side like a pair of baby monkeys. There is no way I can adequately
describe to you the feeling of laying there surrounded by the
warmth of two high-metabolism young boys. Trusted, loved and
desired. My hands gently and quietly caressed the two smooth and
lithe forms as I marveled at the feel of delicate, supple skin
overlaying the tight musculature of my strong, active boys. I
realized that as deeply as I loved Davy, as committed to him and
his welfare as I was, I was quickly becoming as deeply committed
to the diminutive imp, Billy. A man couldn't ask for a more
delightful, loving child, and this boy was rapidly becoming a part
of me. He had a spontaneity that was somewhat lacking in my Davy,
who supplied thoughtfulness and reason to Billy's sometimes
thoughtlessly impetuous actions. I could see that the boys needed
each other, not only for emotional support, but to balance each
others strengths and weaknesses.

All this thinking lead to wondering about the relationship that
was developing between the boys and me. I was well aware that the
society and culture I lived in condemned the love the boys and I
had for each other. I was also aware that the boys had not only
initiated, but deeply wanted and enjoyed our ever more involved
relationship as much or more than I did. Even as young as they
were, the boys had been having sex with each other long before
Davy seduced me, or Billy joined us in our games. I was fulfilled
as I hadn't been since my wife's death. The boys were doing great
in school and had many outside interests that kept them occupied
much of the time. In retrospect, I was surprised that the boys and
I were able to spend as much time together as we did.

As I ruminated my arms relaxed on the bed and I had a tight pair
of small buttocks in each hand that I absentmindedly fondled.
Skinny arms crossed my chest and wrapped around my neck. Slim legs
laid on my tummy and bent down into my crotch, framing a lazy sort
of erection that lay on my belly, waiting for someone to notice
it's availability. I looked down and saw four bright blue eyes
watching me.

"What'cha thinking about, Daddy?" Davy asked.

"You boys. Us."

Billy looked closely at me. "Do you love us, Daddy?"

I tightened my grasp on their butts and across their backs and
pulled them up closer and kissed each unfurrowed forehead. "More
than anything else in the whole wide world, boys. I love you more
than anything else in the whole wide world."

"Do you like to have sex with us, Daddy?" Billy continued.

"What a silly question, Billy. Of course I like to have sex with
you guys. Does that bother you?"

"Oh no, Daddy. I think it's wonderful. It's the most fun of
anything I've ever done. But... uh..."

"What is it, Billy. You know you can ask me anything..."

" Uh... Do you mind that I can't make juice or have any hair like
you and Davy?"

"No, Billy. That doesn't matter. Besides, Davy can't hardly juice
at all, just a little bit, and he doesn't have any pubic hair. He
just has a little bit of downy fur down there. Does that bother
you Billy?"

"Oh, no, Daddy. Davy told me I'd get all that stuff later, and
besides, I can keep cumming over and over, but you and Davy get
sore and have to stop."

I laughed at this little imps disingenuousness. "You really like
picking on Davy and I about that, don't you?" I said, pinching his
tight buttcheek. Billy grinned at me even as he flinched away from
the pinch and drove his renewed hardon into my hip.

"Is there anything else you especially like, Billy? Other than
sucking and fucking?"

Billy blushed and ducked his chin. I pulled Davy more up on my
chest as I reached across my chest to lift Billy's chin with my
extended forefinger. I noticed that Davy was listening avidly.

"What is it, Billy-boy?"

"You promise you won't tell anyone?"

"Billy. Davy. You both know how important it is that no one know
about what we do together, don't you?"

"Sure, Dad," said Davy. "There's a girl at school who made love
with her daddy. She told her best girlfriend about it and her
girlfriend told her mommy, who told the nosy people. Now she lives
at the orphanage and her mommy and daddy are in jail. Me and Billy
talked about that when we started playing around together. We
didn't want the nosy people to hurt us, so we didn't even tell
you. We just want to make sure you don't tell anyone else either.
We really like playing together and we don't want the nosy people
to interfere. They are really mean and we don't want them to hurt
us."

I hugged both boys to me, hard. "I don't ever want to do anything
that will hurt either of you. I don't mind that you two like to
play with each other, but I'm not sure I should."

Both boys were crying by now, their tears wetting my chest. "But,
Daddy. We love you and it's so much fun being able to pay with
you." Davy said.

"Yeah. You make us feel special and it's so much fun. Please don't
stop playing sex stuff with us, Daddy." Billy cried.

I held the boys tightly to me and they clung to me with fierce
need. We kissed and cried all over each other, affirming our love
and need for each other. "I don't ever want to stop loving you
boys. Ever, ever, ever. But we don't have to have sex. I love you,
and I'll always love you, no matter what. If we're ever doing
anything and you want to stop, just say, 'banana'. You understand?
If anything is happening that one of us doesn't like, just say
'banana' and the other two of us have to stop immediately.
Agreed?"

Both boys started laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"That's the same word WE picked," both boys chorused together.

We all started laughing together and the next thing we knew we
were tearing up the bedroom as we wrestled each other all over the
room. We finally collapsed into an exhausted, sweaty pile with
both boys holding me down on my back in the middle of the floor.

After resting a little bit I suggested that we grab a quick shower
and get a snack. The boys bounced up and down in agreement, but
said that since they'd whipped me, I had to carry them to the
shower and wash them. Grinning, I scooped both boys up and
staggered to my feet. I lugged both boys into the master bathroom
and carefully washed their seal slick bodies. Then they pushed me
down on the short, three-legged foot stool I kept in my shower and
four squirming, inquisitive little hands quite thoroughly washed
me. We dried off and, still naked, hurried down to raid the
kitchen.

Scarfing down toasted cheese sandwiches, fruit salad and big
glasses of milk, we laughed and joked and pacified the raging
hunger all our activity had raised. We cleaned up the kitchen
together and the boys talked me into letting them watch a movie on
TV that they wanted to see. I laid down on the couch on my side in
my favorite TV watching position. Davy climbed up and laid down on
my side, using my shoulder for a pillow. This had been a favorite
place of his ever since he was a toddler and could climb up there.
He quickly snuggled into position and began warming my upper side.

Billy stood there watching us for a minute while I used the remote
control to get the TV onto the movie channel. When I laid down the
control, Billy sort of shyly lifted my arm and laid down on the
couch, snuggling his back up against my chest and putting my hand
between his head and the lower part of my pillow to use as his own
pillow. I wiggled around a little bit to adjust our positions
comfortably. My arm held Billy to me and Davy's arm drooped down
across Billy's chest to hold all three of us together. It felt
like we'd been practicing this position for years. Comfortable,
warm, and, well... just perfect.

The previews were running because the movie hadn't started yet so
I muted the sound, and we talked. "We got sort of sidetracked. You
boys want to tell me what you especially like?" They did, but got
into an argument over who should go first that they finally solved
by playing hammer, paper, stone. Davy "won" and told a sort of
rambling story about how he and Billy started playing sex games
together. Seems as though they started out playing 'Cowboy and
Indian'. Billy preferred to be the Indian and would frequently
capture and torture the Cowboy. Davy began to look forward to
being captured, tied up and tortured. The torture consisted mostly
of being tickled, but soon led to being stripped and then to some
sexual play. After the boys found a magazine that showed some
pictures of people having sex Davy found himself being "forced" to
suck on Billy and then to take his small organ into his butt. Both
boys enjoyed this part of the game and were soon capturing each
other with great frequency.

"So, you like to be tied up, Davy. Is that right?"

Blushing, the boy answered, "Yes, Daddy. It makes me really
horny."

I ruffled his hair and then pulled him even closer to my side and
kissed his forehead. "How about you, Billy?"

Billy rolled over and put one arm under my neck and the other over
his brother and me. "Mine's easier to tell, Daddy. I really like
it when somebody plays with my hinney."

I reached down and cupped his firm buttocks in the palm of my
hand. " You mean here, Billy?"

He shyly ducked his head under my chin and I heard his muffled
voice, "Yeah. There!"

I slid a finger down between the cheeks of his fine little butt
and stroked the little rosebud with the broad tip of my finger.
"How about here? Do you like this, Billy?"

The small frame shuddered against mine and I felt a little
erection grow and poke into me as the excited boy lifted his leg
and hooked it over my waist. "Oh yes, Daddy! Especially there!"

Davy helped hold his brothers leg up while I wiggled my finger tip
past the now pulsing portal so I could feel the velvet soft
tissues inside. "How about inside of here, Billy? Do you like this
at all?"

Unable to answer, the boy bit into the skin above my collarbone
and moved his hips, first backwards to try and capture more of the
intruding finger and then forward to drive his stiff little peg
into my belly. Whining and moaning, the boy sucked and bit at my
skin and tried to screw me and himself at the same time.

"Well? Do you boys want to watch this movie, or would you rather
go to the bedroom and play around a little?

Both boys started bouncing around and insisting on going to the
bedroom. I used the remote control to turn off the TV and VCR and
then lifted both of my boys up to my hips and carried them off
down the hallway. Both boys were being very affectionate, their
little pegs sticking into my sides and their lips and hands
continually caressed my body. I was fully erect and dripping by
the time I got them as far as their bedroom. I had intended to
take them to my bed but was to eager to walk the extra distance.

Sitting down on the bed, I moved the boys around so that I had a
pair of skinny legs straddling each of my thighs, an arm around
each slender waist.

"Well, here we are. Naked. In my little boys bedroom. What do you
boys think we should do?"

Both boys bashfully dropped their eyes, but not so bashfully that
they quit running their fingers through my long pubic hair, which
seemed to fascinate them.

Rubbing their butts, I asked again, "Davy, you're the oldest. What
do you want to do."

Blushing a little, and twining one of my curls around his finger,
he said, "We can do anything I want to?"

I kissed his forehead and lifted his chin on my finger so that I
could see his bright eyes. I smiled at him and said, "Whatever you
want, we can try to do."

"Cool!" He grinned, mischief twinkling in his eyes. Jumping up off
my leg, he scrambled over and started rummaging around in the
bottom of his closet. Billy leaned up against my chest and I
snuggled him up close with my arm and caressed him with my now
free hand as we watched Davy drag a box out of the closet and set
in on the end of the bed next to me. I looked into the box and saw
a hodgepodge of old belts and various pieces of rope. I leaned
over the box and flipped quickly through the contents, noticing
some straps that seemed too short to tie anyone with and then saw
an old hairbrush of mine that had turned up missing some time ago.

I looked at Billy. "Is this what you use on Davy?" I asked.

Big eyed, like he wasn't too sure how I might react, Billy just
nodded.

"You want to help me tie him up?"

Eyes brightening, Billy eagerly nodded, "Yes!"

I turned to Davy to ask him if he was sure he wanted us to do this
and noticed that a slight flush was spreading all over his face
and chest and that his little penis was totally rigid with a tiny
drop of glistening seepage shining from the tiny opening at it's
tip. With a scowl, I pointed, "get in the corner you little
devil."

"Yes, Sir!" he quickly replied before running over an burying his
nose in the corner of the room, his hands straight down to his
side and his perfect little buttcheeks shining in the bright
overhead light.

"Come on, Billy," I said, patting the boy on his butt. "Let's do
it."

Billy hugged me and jumped up and started pulling stuff out of the
box, arranging it neatly across the bed. I reached over and turned
on the nightlight on the nightstand next to the bed and then got
up and turned off the overhead light. I looked around. Plenty of
light to see by, but a much nicer atmosphere. The heavily shadowed
toys and other paraphernalia of boyhood scattered around the room
made it a scene that caused my cock to throb heavily between my
legs. Knowing that I was going to be able to give my boys what I
had always wanted as a boy, but had never been able to ask my
father for made my heart swell with feeling and tears come to my
eyes until it actually hurt.

Shaking my head to clear it, I walked over to Billy and put my
hand on his shoulder as I inspected the ropes and belts he'd laid
out for Davy and me. I smiled down into his upcast eyes and nodded
my approval, which brought a wide smile to the face of the eager
boy. "You like taking care of your brother, don't you Billy?"

"Yes, Sir. Because he takes care of me too."

"That's how brothers should be, Billy. Brothers should always be
there for each other."

"Daddy's too?"

"Yes. Especially daddies. Daddies should always be there for their
sons, and their sons should always be there for their daddy."

Billy looked sad for a second, and then said, "I'm really glad
you're my daddy now." He wrapped his arms around my waist and
buried his face in my belly and hung on as though his life
depended on it. I just stood there and rubbed his back until he
sighed. Tousling his hair, I said, "Well, do you think we should
take care of Davy now?"

Billy looked up at me, his eyes glinting with unshed tears and a
brave smile across his face. "Yes, Sir. Let's tie Davy up, he's
really been wanting you to do it for him."

I reached into the box and pulled out the hair brush. "Do you know
where this came from Billy?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Are you going to tell me, or do I have to drag it out of you?"

"Davy took it from your room, Daddy."

"He stole it from my room."

Uncomfortable with getting his brother into trouble, Billy
hesitated, but finally said in a quiet little voice, "Yes, Sir."

"Didn't he know I'd be angry if he stole something from me,
Billy?"

"Yes, Sir. He said that he hoped you'd spank him with it if you
caught him."

"Hummm..." I voiced thoughtfully. I set the box down on the floor
and sat down in the open space. "Davy. Get over here." He quickly
ran over and stood where I was pointing, hands gripped behind his
back and eyes down on the floor. "Put your hands down to your
sides and look at me, Boy!" He quickly complied and I looked him
up and down. His penis was, if at all possible, even harder than
before and the dot of lube had gotten bigger and had run  down his
slender shaft, making a little pool where the foreskin was pulled
back from the nose of his organ and had continued a glistening
trail about halfway down the quivering barb.

I held out the hairbrush. "Did you take this from my room, Davy?"

He dropped his head again and mumbled something.

I reached over and whacked the side of his ass with the hairbrush.
"Look at me and answer me clearly when I ask you a question."

He looked up and said, "Yes, Sir."

I whacked his ass again and he jumped. "Yes, Sir, what? And you'd
better stay still if you don't want even more trouble."

"Yes, Sir. I took your hairbrush."

I sharply smacked his ass with the heavy oak hairbrush again. He
didn't really move, but flinched from the now painful red spot on
the side of his buttock and started to reach back to protect it
with his hand. I raised my eyebrow at him in warning and asked,
"Without asking me?"

"Yes, Sir."

Whacking the same, now red spot, I said, "So you stole my
hairbrush?"

Gulping, Davy bravely answered, "Yes, Sir. I stole your hairbrush.
I'm sorry, Daddy."

"Not as sorry as you're going to be Davy. What do you think I
should do about your stealing from me, Davy"

Looking as though he wished his fantasy wasn't really coming true,
trembling a little with tears in his eyes, he swallowed, and then
quietly said, "Give me a spanking?"

"That sounds about right to me, Davy. I don't want my boys
stealing from me." I glanced up at Billy and he had a look on his
face that made me pretty sure that he'd NEVER take anything of
mine without asking first. I smiled at him and then looked sternly
back at Davy. "I've never given you a spanking before Davy, but I
think you deserve one now. Get across my knees!"

Moving alongside of me and putting his hands across his butt to
protect them, Davy said, tears streaming down his cheeks, "You're
not going to hurt me, are you, Daddy?"

"Yes, I am, Davy. I'm going to spank you hard enough so that
you'll never steal from me, or your brother, or anyone else, ever
again. You know, you've always known that I'll give you anything
you want, if I can. There is no excuse for stealing, Davy. No
excuse at all. Now get across my knees."

Tears rolling down his face, hands still across his butt, Davy
gingerly laid himself down across my hairy thighs, his smooth,
warm weight barely flattening my muscles.

"Billy, you can leave the room if you want too."

"That's okay, Daddy. I want to be with Davy."

"Okay, Son. That's very brave of you."

"Now put your hands down on the floor, Davy." Slowly, afraid of
leaving his butt exposed, the boy complied. "None of the spanks
you get will count if you lift either of your hands from the
floor, Davy. So you'd better keep them down there.

Crying in earnest now, he pleaded, "I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm really
sorry, Daddy, I'll never steal anything again, I promise. Please
don't spank me, Daddy."

"I know you won't son, and I trust you, but I have to make sure
that you never forget." And, with that, the first blow fell. I
started out slowly, almost softly, letting the boys butt accustom
itself to the spanking before picking up the pace until the boys
bottom was bright red all over. When I was done spanking the
crying child, I let him lay there across my lap and rubbed his
back until his crying quieted down. I saw Billy staring at the
inflamed posterior and asked him, "Do you want to feel Davy's
bottom, Billy?"

He nodded, "Yes," so I asked Davy, "Is it okay if your brother
feels your bottom, Son?"

He nodded his head and said, "Yes, Sir. It's okay."

Billy reached over and very tentatively touched his brothers
bottom, quickly pulling his hand back when he felt how hot the
flesh was. I put my hand across the other buttock and Davy
flinched, but didn't say anything. "That feels really hot, doesn't
it, Billy?"

"Yes, Sir. It really does," the amazed boy said, putting his palm
and fingers across his brothers butt. "That's awesome!" he said,
kneading the flesh in amazement.

I tapped Davy's buttock, "You can get up now, Davy." The boy
struggled to his feet, his brother helping him, and managing to
keep his groping hand on the hot butt. Davy started to reach back
and then quickly stopped when he realized what he was doing.
"That's okay, Davy. Go ahead."

Davy began to rub his butt and Billy removed his hand, but Davy
quickly reached back and pulled both of Billy's hands back to his
burning behind. I watched the boys investigate the flaming flesh
with intense interest and noted that both of them had major
erections, obviously aroused by the tender, heated flesh.

"Davy, do you need Billy to help you before we finish your
punishment?" I asked, pointing at the ropes.

Davy looked at Billy, and then back to me. "Yes, Sir. If it's okay
with you."

I got up from the bed and said, "Okay, go ahead."

Four hands still on his butt, Davy moved over and bent across the
end of the bed, spreading his legs and putting his hands up by his
head as soon as he was belly down. Billy knelt behind him and
spread the rosy cheeks, quickly inserting his tongue into the
exposed rosebud. No sooner was the hole slippery wet than the boy
had his stiff prong stuck in his brothers tender bottom.

"That's awesome, Davy," the excited boy cried out. "It's so hot.
It feels great, Davy. Awesome!"

"Yeah. Fuck me, Billy. Fuck me hard. It makes my butt burn all
over, Billy! Fuck me! Fuck me!!"

I watched the boys enthusiasm and realized that I was going to
have to keep an eye on them so that Billy didn't overdo warming up
his big brothers behind too often. All too quickly, Billy was
squealing and rigid with his orgasm. He finished quivering and
then got off his brothers back and slapped his butt. "That was the
greatest fuck ever, Davy!"

Davy grabbed his butt with one hand and turned to face Billy.
"OUCH!, that hurt, fucker!"

"That's right! And I fucked you. Now get up so Dad can tie you
up." Said Billy, all too gleefully.

Davy got up and turned to face me just as Billy handed me a length
of thick, soft braided nylon rope. Davy looked at the rope and
then held his arms out to me, wrists together. Carefully, I looped
the rope loosely around and around my boys wrists and lower arms
until there was about four inches of side-by-side loops. Then I
looped the long end of the rope around the middle of the loops
until they snugly held the boys arms together and then tied the
ends of the rope together securely. I led Davy by the rope over to
the wall where I'd mounted two long boards to the wall will many
coat hooks so that he wouldn't throw his clothes on the floor, but
have a place to easily hang them up.  I looped the long end of the
rope over the deep hook of one of the upper coat hook. Pulling on
the rope, I extended Davy's arms over his head until he was
extended to his full height without having to stand on his toes.

I looked my boy over and was amazed at how turned on I was by his
innocent vulnerability. The gleam in his eyes and the stiffness of
his drooling dick told me that he was even more turned on than me.
I slid my hands down his slick torso and tickled his dangling
balls. The excited boy bounced around on the end of his rope
proving to me that he was, in fact, extended to his full height. I
played with his dick until it seemed like he was about to cum and
then reached behind me. Billy was ready and handed me another
piece of rope.

I began at Davy's ankles and worked upwards. Binding him securely,
but being very careful to not restrict the blood flow in any way.
I bound his knees heavily and then laced a long piece of rope
around and through his thighs in a continuous figure-8. When his
legs were completely bound I reached up and pinched his thin ball
sack to see how much he could move. Davy was able to flop around,
but couldn't really escape from me. I continued to pinch his balls
and when he flopped his butt towards me, I pinched his still
bright red buttcheeks. He was soon howling and thrashing around as
he tried to avoid my pinching fingers. I wasn't really trying to
hurt him, but pinched him hard enough to keep him in constant
motion, struggling against his bonds. Billy and I laughed at his
futile attempts to avoid me, and then I stood up and, hand to
chin, inspected the boy.

"We're going to have to do something about all this noise," I
finally said.

Looking around the room I spotted a paddle ball in an open toy
box. I pulled the red rubber ball off the elastic cord and looked
around until I spotted a pair of chopsticks on top of the boy's
dresser. I punched a hole through the rubber ball and then used
the stick to push a piece of clothesline through the hole. With a
big grin on my face, I walked over to the tied up boy and stuck
the ball into his mouth and tied the clothesline behind his head,
quite effectively gagging him. I grinned at Billy and said, "Let's
see how that works." Billy joined me and we started pinching his
butt. No matter how he twisted and turned, one of us could always
get to his sensitive bottom and give it a good pinch. Billy and I
were soon laughing at his futile attempts to escape and I was
quite pleased not only with the muffled sounds, but with the way
my carefully placed bonds restrained the boy.

I finally told Billy that was enough and put my hand out for
another piece of rope. Billy quickly got me a length of worn
manila and I used it to finish binding Davy's arms, much like I'd
done his legs. I stepped back and was very pleased at Davy's
appearance. Different types of rope completely constrained both
his arms and legs and the hook kept him extended and completely
exposed to view. I ran my hand up and down his torso and realized
that his bondage was not complete yet. I asked Billy for a long
piece of rope and he gave me a good length of the soft braided
nylon.

I started with loops over the bound boys shoulders and laced a
harness around the boys chest and down around his belly and waist,
fastening it in place with a couple of loops down between his legs
and up the crack of his butt. I looked at the results and snapped
my fingers. "I know just the thing to keep your mind occupied."

I left the boy's room and went to mine. I got a medium-sized
buttplug out of my drawer and lubed it up with KY jelly. I went
back to the boy's room and told Billy to lift his brothers legs
up. Billy grabbed a loose end of rope at Davy's ankles and lifted
up until his brother was hanging from the hook with his legs
folded up in the air. I pulled the ropes in Davy's crack aside and
pushed the buttplug firmly up into his ass. Davy moaned, but
quickly opened his hole up so that the plug slid completely inside
of him except for the T-bar at the end that kept it from getting
lost. I put the ropes over the end of the buttplug to make sure it
didn't come back out and then told Billy to put his brothers legs
back down.

Billy and I watched Davy struggle to get his feet back under him
and take the pressure off his arms. Billy suddenly got a big grin
on his face and rushed over to the box and rummaged around in it
before emerging triumphantly with a length of that prickly binder
twine used to tie up boxes. Billy and I worked together to wrap
the thorny cord loosely around Davy's waist, between his legs,
encircling his balls and dick and finally back and forth across
his tender ass. Billy and I stepped back to observe our handiwork
and it was apparent that not only was Davy securely and safely
bound, but extremely uncomfortable as well, and entirely in our
control. His dick was dark purple and looked like it might explode
from his excitement.

I looked at Billy and said, "Thank you for your help Billy. I
think we've given Davy exactly what he wanted." I glanced over at
Davy and he had a smile surrounding the ball in his mouth. He
looked directly at me and nodded his head, "Yes." His dick
throbbed and pumped out another gout of his clear lube. I turned
back to Billy and kissed his pretty little cupid's lips. "Now.
What are we going to do for you, Son?"



Part 3



Billy reached for my penis but stopped short and looked up at me
for permission. I smiled at him and moved my hips forward until
the shaft of my penis touched his extended hand. He rubbed his
hand up and down my shaft and the happy organ began drooling in
response. Billy looked at the bed and then back up at me. I smiled
in agreement and Billy quickly cleared up the ropes and straps and
put them back in the box. Then he pulled the covers and top sheet
off the bed, leaving a flat expanse of clear white sheet, except
for a couple of cum stains to show where the boys had been playing
the night before.

I sat down on the side of the bed and pulled Billy over between my
legs. Looking intently at my new son, I began to realize how truly
beautiful the little blond boy was. I covered his mouth with mine
and gave him a long, deep kiss that he ardently returned as my
hands wandered over his body, truly exploring him for the first
time. I finally broke the kiss and pushed him back a bit so I
could really look at him. My eyes avidly investigated every inch
of his body and I became aware not only of how truly beautiful
this boy was, but what a handsome man he was to become.

His head was perfectly shaped, if still a bit large for the size
of his body and his neck showed signs of the thickly muscled
column it was to become. His thin shoulders led to twiggy arms
that none-the-less showed promise of sturdy growth. The boys thick
and bony chest showed good air volume from the boys constant
exercise and two delightfully pointed little brown paps accented
the flat pectorals and showed much promise as centers of pleasure.
Flawless skin swooped down from the lower edge of the ribcage to
undulate over the banded muscles of the youths hard belly.

I marveled at the long, slender legs that terminated in delicate,
beautiful feet. My eyes slid back up the boys shapely legs, past
the knobby knees and halted at the totally hairless junction of
the two legs and smoothly shaped torso. A softly hanging sac
contained two pistachio nut sized orbs that dangled freely between
the stalky thighs. Catenary arches reached up from enclosed orbs
to the base of a finely formed peg of white flesh that was flushed
with pink excitement. A double fold of delicate skin steadfastly
enclosed the hidden shape within, a long tassel of puckered skin
jutted forward at least a third of the length of the tube behind
it beyond the obvious flare and blunt nose. I reached forward and
touched the soft tassel and felt the flesh move easily aside.

I motioned with my finger and Billy gracefully turned around to
present his back side to me. I gasped with the beauty of the boys
slim shape and finely tuned body. My loins were throbbing with
need and my vision narrowed until I saw nothing but the enticing
boy before me.

Billy looked over his shoulder at me when he heard my gasp of
pleasure. He saw my entrancement and smiled. He lifted his long-
fingered hands and caressed his own torso and then ran them down
his sides and over his tight buttocks. Smiling brightly at me he
rubbed his buttocks in a lascivious manner that inflamed me even
more. Still watching me, he bent over and used his hands to expose
his rosebud to me in all its puckered glory.

I leaned forward and kissed his beautiful rosebud. Billy sighed in
pleasure and I got on my knees behind him and began to kiss and
lick all over his tight-stretched butt, running my hands all over
his body at the same time. Now that I was focused totally on
Billy, I couldn't believe how truly beautiful the boy was. I made
love to his body with my mouth and hands until his legs were
trembling so much he could barely break away and crawl up on the
bed. Putting his hand out to me, he pleaded, "Please make love to
me, Daddy. I need you inside of me."

Moving to the side of the bed, I put an elbow on either side of
the recumbent boy and looked deeply into his eyes. Shining with
innocent need, his eyes deepened to violet and the pupils opened
in anticipation. My lips touched his button of a nose and then
closed his eyes with brushing caresses. My tongue licked his eyes
clean and instinct led me to clean his face as a mother cat would
clean her kitten, His mouth sagged open in pleasure so I lapped it
clean as well, running my tongue over his evenly spaced teeth, the
rigged roof, soft sides and agile tongue within the warm buccal
cavity. Low-pitched whines were wending out of the boy as I
nibbled down his jawline and up to his ear where I licked and
sucked and probed until his fingers were laced in my hair and
urgent moans were vibrating through his body. Kissing my way
across his face I treated the other tiny aural shell to all the
loving stimulation it could absorb before tracing my way down the
thinly corded neck to the shallowly raised boy breasts, using the
flat of my tongue to first raise and then erase goose bumps all
over the small chest. My teeth and sucking lips paid special
homage to the diminutive ochre paps until they were so swollen and
sensitive that the merest touch of my tongue-tip caused the boy to
tremble all over and gasp for air.

The aroused body beneath me reacted with giggles and attempted
escape as I buried my face in the tender flesh of the sweet
smelling armpit. Laughter was quickly replaced with lustful
urgings and hair pulling as my face wallowed in the spit-slick
pocket and my nose tried to totally inhale the delicious boy-
scent. Billy's hands locked in my hair as Billy swiveled his legs
up between his arms and forced my face into the crack of his butt.
I willingly continued my ministrations on the differently scented,
but equally delightful and tender flesh of the boys behind. Taking
feverish control of our explorations, Billy kept switching my face
between both armpits and his "legpit" until he was totally
involved in feeding every more stimulation to his lustful frenzy.

Suddenly pinning his legs to the mattress, I buried my face in the
tight belly and the boy started screeching his delight as I
wallowed around in the bouncing flesh, skinny legs dancing around
my head as tight-gripping fingers pulled and jerked at my hair.
The boys delectation reached fruition as I worked my slobbering
mouth down over his jutting penis and tight-skinned generative
bag. Dry orgasm after dry orgasm struck through the thrashing body
as I continued to stimulate the boys abdomen and groin. My tongue
snuck down even further and lapped at the tightly pulsing roseate
button only partially hidden in the tiny nether cleft.

Billy's legs shot out rigidly stiff and his entire body froze as
the tip of my pointed tongue pushed at the opening of his anus.
The sweet taste of yearning boyflesh spread up my tongue as the
pulsing portal slowly opened to my questing probe. Within a minute
my lips created a vacuum barrier around the base-deep insertion of
the muscular scout. Alternately swelling and flattening, my tongue
curled, thrust and retreated across and through the velvety
smoothness as the boy struggled for breath and my hands tightly
gripped the surrounding small mounds of flesh and pulled them wide
to totally expose my target.

As my face rose up through the widespread thighs, tear-filled eyes
watched me move forward until the reaching small hands could
clasp my cheeks and guide my lips over his. His legs folded
forward against my chest, raising his spread groin up against the
line of hair on my belly as my tongue spread the taste of his anus
throughout his mouth. The boy like supine and vulnerable under me,
totally accessible to the ages old desirous motions of an adult
male in rut.

I was forced to leave the delicate lips and smooth mouth behind
due to the disparity of the lengths of our torso's as I mounted
into position to consummate our union. The sensitive nose of my
protruding manhood smelled out the saliva wetted entryway and the
small muscles of my groin moved the burgeoning shaft around until
the pulsing, lube gushing bluntness was pushing into the eagerly
acquiescing sheath. I advanced and retreated, depositing great
boluses of my masculine lubricant as I used the boys gripping
tunnel to lubricate the dry shaft of my long, fat intruder.

The boy nursed on my many pap, eagerly sucking and biting down to
keep me informed of the feelings caused by my deeply penetrating
boy driver. All too quickly I felt my loins push against quivering
boyflesh as my pubic hair scoured the tender tissues surrounding
the tightly distended opening into the boys depths.

All too soon the boy urged me into motion. We copulated for the
remainder of the night. I never once left his warm sheath although
we screwed in many different positions and in as many different
moods. I heartily butt-fucked him doggy style and languorously
drilled him as we laid on our sides deeply French kissing. I
deeply plowed the small form bent over the edge of the bed and
bounced him off my loins as I walked around the room and out to
the kitchen to get us a drink and a small snack. I fucked him
facing me and upside down, with him beneath me or sitting
astraddle me, any and all positions we could imagine. I came
inside of him repeatedly and his dry orgasms were uncountable,
sometimes popping off one after another for long periods of time
before acquiescing to the needs of his body to regenerate.

Through the entire night, we made sure that Davy had a good view
of our love-making. Once, I even removed his gag long enough for
Billy to relieve the pressure in his battered bladder. Davy
eagerly drank before having the gag forced back in his aching
jaws.

By the time dawn began to brighten the windows of the boy's room,
Billy was delirious, sagging in exhaustion and sated with
pleasure. The sleepy boy had a smile on his face that couldn't be
removed with a power sander and his hole was a wet and sloppy
mess.

I carried Billy into my bed and laid the sleeping boy down in the
middle of the big bed and pulled the light sheet and quilt over
him. I went back to the boys room and untied Davy. I took the ball
gag out of his mouth, but he wanted me to leave the buttplug in
him, so I did. His cock was still rigid and dripping like crazy. I
rubbed his jaws and arms and legs until he seemed to be able to
move without falling and then got up off my knees. Turning to
leave, I said, "Come to my bedroom if you want to spend the night
with Billy and me, Davy."  I smiled when I heard him following me
down the hallway.

When I got to the bed, I turned to say, "Good Night" to my son,
who was standing there, holding out a couple of the short pieces
of soft braided rope. I stepped over to him and took the rope from
him. Smiling, I knelt and tied his wrists and then ankles
together, using knots that constrained his movement without
putting any pressure on his flesh. Then I lifted him up and laid
him on the bed alongside his brother. I leaned over and kissed his
lips, reaching between his legs to grasp the end of the buttplug
and wiggle it around inside of him. Frantically, the boys tongue
attacked my mouth and his bound hands attempted to grab his aching
wiener. I kept pulling his hands back and stimulating his mouth
and anus until he eyes were filled with tears from his need for
the long withheld orgasm.

I finally relented and pulled my mouth away from his and quickly
sucked his leaky organ into my mouth. I felt a hair against my lip
and slid my mouth off its occupant and found the hair again with
my sensitive lips. My teeth gripped the errant hair and I looked
proudly at my boys once again hairless groin before sucking both
his cock and balls back into my mobile mouth. Within seconds Davy
was arched up from the bed squirting his long repressed juices
into my mouth. I marveled again at the delightful taste of a young
boys juices until Davy finally fell back to the bed in exhaustion.
I followed him down and carefully nursed on his tender tassel
until it was completely limp and clean.

I looked up and saw Davy's sleepy eyes looking at me. I went up
and kiss him gently. "I love you so much, Davy."

"I love you too, Daddy." Lifting his tied wrists and glancing down
at them, and then back up at me, he smiled and said, "Thank you,
Daddy."

I got up and patted his cheek. "No prob, Baby. Anytime you want
it, Daddy's got it for you." I covered the slender body up and
noticed Billy's half-slitted eyes sleepily watching us. I went
around the bed and climbed into my side, pulling the covers up
over me. I scooted up behind Billy and carefully slipped my
erection into his wide open and welcoming bottom. He wiggled his
behind firmly into my groin and pulled on his brothers shoulder
until he rolled over to face him. The boys kissed and I put my arm
around both of them as I gave Billy his last fuck of the evening
before falling asleep with my cock in the warm boy-pussy and my
arm around both of my sated boys.



Part 6



When we woke up, the boys and I kissed and then got up and took a
piss, and shower together, laughing and playing around and washing
each other in the process. I washed both of the boys and they
worked together to wash me. We dried each other off and then the
boys sat side by side on the lid of the long Koler toilet and
watched me shave. When I was done, Davy hopped off the toilet and
asked to feel my face. I bent over and he ran his small hands over
my smooth face.

"That feels nice, Daddy. Will you show me how to shave?"

I grinned at him and said, "Well, it'll be a while until you need
to shave, but... sure. I'll show you how to shave." I reached
under the sink with a foot and pulled out the stepstool. "Hop up
there," I said.

He did exactly that and turned to face the mirror expectantly. I
moved up behind him and reached forward to get my soap bowl and
brush. My dangling dick fit into the tight groove of the boys butt
and I kept it there while I made up a lather and spread it on the
boys face. He kept giggling and wiggling his butt and it wasn't
long before I had his whole face lathered up and a stiff dick
sticking up through the groove of his ass and drooling on his
back. I started to shave him, but he kept moving around. I put
down the safety razor and picked up the still soapy brush. I put a
hand in front of the boys belly and he rested his elbows on the
edge of the sink as I lifted his bottom and lathered it liberally
with the brush. When I put him back down I had the nose of my dick
centered on his soap slick hole. I was deep inside him by the time
his feet were back on the stepstool. I moved forward to sink my
dick the rest of the way into him and to hold him in place against
the sink with my belly and the dick up his ass.

"There. Maybe that will hold you in place."

Davy grinned up at me and stood there quietly while I finished
shaving him. Moving his face around like I showed him in the
mirror so I could shave the down off his face the same way I
shaved my whiskers. When I was done I washed his face off with a
hot washcloth and then put my hands under his armpits and lifted
him off the stool and my dick and set him down on the floor.

"There! How's that?"

Davy felt his face with both hands and got a big grin on his face.
"That's neat, Dad. Really smooth!"

"Can I learn to shave too, Daddy?" Billy eagerly asked.

"Sure. Come on over here."

Billy hopped off the toilet and came to me. I bent him over and
carefully lathered up his bottom. "I'm not going to have any
trouble with you wiggling around either," I said as I lifted the
boy with my hands under his arms. He spread his legs so I could
set him down on my pecker. I stepped over to the sink but he was
too short for his feet to reach the stool with my dick up his ass
so I just held him against the sink with my belly and proceeded to
lather him up and give him a good shaving. Davy stood at the side
of the sink with his hands over the edge and mimicked the facial
motions I was teaching Billy. When I'd finished washing and drying
the boys face he looked in the mirror and felt of his face.
Looking up over his shoulder at me he said, "Thanks, Daddy. That's
really neat."

I smiled at him as I lifted him off my dick and set him down on
the floor. I moved Davy over next to him and had both boys bend
over and spread their cheeks so I could lather them up again. I
put the brush away and slapped both sets of buttcheeks. "You boys
get in the bedroom and lay over the edge of the bed. I need to
fuck me some boy pussy this morning!"

Both boys jumped up with cries of, "Oh, Boy!" and dashed out of
the bathroom, trying to be first to the bedroom. I followed them
more quietly down the hallway and laughed at what I saw when I
entered the bedroom.  Both boys were over the edge of the bed, but
Billy was laying on top of Davy. I walked over, still laughing,
and poked first Billy and then Davy with my lather covered
erection. I spread Billy's legs a little further over Davy's butt
and tried again. Grunting, I said, "Great. That works good!" I
proceeded to fuck both boys then. Taking a few strokes in one and
then shifting up or down to take a few strokes in the other. Every
once in a while I'd drive my dick between the two boys which
really made Billy squeal when my cock rubbed and pulled against
his tight little cock and balls.

I was really getting going, plunging long and hard into the boys,
who were kissing each other and crying out with joyous sounds as I
fucked their asses. Almost without warning, I started to cum
inside of Billy's ass. I gave him a few shots, enough to let him
know he was being jizzed and then quickly switched to Davy and
gave him most of the load to make up for his not having gotten
fucked the night before. Both boys started cumming with me and we
were all howling and making one hell of a mess.

When we recovered, I took the boys into my master bathroom and
cleaned the three of us up with a washcloth. We went in and had
breakfast, sitting around the table naked and talking about how
important it was that no one else know how much we loved each
other and making plans for a camping trip.

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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
and a final 'slurp'. 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, and done well. 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 tain't. 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
tain't 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
belly pressed against my forehead as his arms wrapped around my
head and 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.