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The Front Seat of His Car
Chapter 5
A Family
by Jon Hold, jonhold@eudoramail.com
Story idea by The Savannah Kid, savannahkid@excite.com
James' threat led to him and Perry getting all mushy. I refuse to watch movies that get all mushy like that, and saw NO reason to watch it in real life. Besides, they were talking about how much and how long they'd wanted each other and if figured they deserved a little private time.
I wandered off trying to figure out what to do. My stomach solved the problem when it reminded me that it had been over two hours since I'd eaten. I headed for the kitchen. Figuring that James and Perry would be hungry too, I decided to make a special meal since it was sort of a celebration. To fancy things up and to make the meal special, I cut the hot dogs into bite sized pieces before adding them to the canned pork and beans. The snack was barely hot when James and Perry came in, sniffing the air. We all laughed about my idea of a fancy meal. James and Perry decided that they'd better do any real cooking, and I decided inside myself to surprise them with a REAL meal at some future date.
After lunch we cleaned up and started the "What do you want to do?", "I don't know, what do you want to do?" routine. I finally suggested, "Why don't we just spend the rest of the day in bed together?"
James and Perry had no problem deciding to go along with my suggestion and James lifted me up so I could ride piggyback on Perry. James "helped" Perry carry me by keeping his hand on my butt and a couple of fingers up my ass "to take off some of the weight." Perry just laughed and I don't think James paid any attention to my objections, especially not with the way my butt was sucking at his fingers.
They carried me up to the big house and then upstairs to the master bedroom. The covers were already pulled back on the huge four-poster bed and I started getting the idea that I'd been set up. Perry ran and jumped into the bed, with me still on his back. James was right behind us, bouncing around like a puppydog wanting to play. I caught myself thinking as we rolled around all over the bed, tickling each other, wrestling, teasing and ganging up on each other in all sorts of combinations. I liked it best when James and Perry ganged up on me. It was like I'd always imagined having big brothers would be. Oh, they got bossy and stuff, but I could tell that they really cared about me and wanted to make me happy. When James hurt me one time, by mistake, Perry slugged him and made him apologize by kissing my butt.
We took a break from our strenuous play to catch our breath. Just laying there all sort of tangled up in a pile. We started talking, mostly about the last week and the other guys. Then we got started talking about ourselves. James told Perry about how he and I got started with me sucking his dick in the front seat of this car and how at first it was just another way to get a nut to him but how he and I started being important to each other. James and Perry talked about how long they'd wanted to be closer to each other and how afraid they'd been to admit it to each other. James said he wasn't jealous or anything, but he knew that Perry wasn't a virgin to guy-to-guy sex and wanted to know who he'd had sex with. Perry said that he couldn't tell because he'd promised, but that he still loved the guy and hoped we might get to meet him some day.
I was between them again, funny how we always seemed to come to rest with me in the middle, and they got me started talking about how I felt. I tried to explain how I really didn't care about girls all that much but how I'd always been interested in other boys and men. I tried to explain how important James was to me, which was hard because I didn't know what to say without sounding like some sort of wimp. Then I tried to explain to James that I loved him and how important he was to me. I tried to say how I loved James but how I wanted to love Perry too, and James' dad for that matter. I started crying when I tried to explain how I didn't want them to think I was a wuss or something just because I was the one that liked getting fucked and sucking dick.
James got all upset, mad as hell and wanting to know who'd called me a wuss. When I said that no one had said that, it was just what I was thinking, James got all mad at me and told me to quit acting the fool. Then he wanted to know if I thought the only reason he liked me was because I was easy to fuck. Perry jumped in at that point and told James to quit acting the fool before he ruined everything for everybody by being stupid.
Then Perry said something that I'll never forget, "If our little brother likes to suck and get fucked then, by God, we'll give him all he wants. But nobody! Not you, not me, no one gives him a ration of shit about it. So shut the fuck up if you can't say something nice or I'll knock you into next week."
"Our little brother!" I'll never forget those words. James and I had been talking about being brothers. Perry WAS my brother.
I pulled myself against Perry's chest, crying. I just knew that I'd screwed everything up.
I felt James move softly, gently up against my back. He put his arm around both me and Perry and kissed the back of my neck. "Clay. Little Brother. I wasn't mad at you. I was mad at anyone who even thought you were a wimp. I've sucked your dick, and you've fucked my ass. NO wimp is gonna get away with that!" He pulled me around to face him. "You ARE my little brother. And Perry's too. And Dad told me that having you for a son was the most important thing that had happened to him since I was born --- and that was before he screwed your butt. I never want to loose you, Clay. Never, ever."
James started crying and I burst out in tears and Perry put his arms around us and held us together until we fell asleep.
It was dark when we woke up. I think both James and I were feeling pretty ashamed of ourselves, but Perry wasn't having any of that! He sent James in to wash his face and had a stern talk with me about being proud of myself and who I was. He told me that his other lover was almost always the top and that he was the one who got fucked and did the sucking most of the time. I said, "Really?" and he just nodded 'Yes' and told me that he understood how I felt because he loved being the bottom for his other lover. I didn't believe him because he was, like James and his Dad, strong, confident men who were "real men". James just told me that all of us act differently with different people. That sane people could both give and take and that really sane people liked both roles the same. Then he kissed me and told me not to worry about it. He loved me just the way I was and that so did James.
"I did what?" James asked, coming back from washing his face.
"Love Clay just the way he is."
"Damn tootin' I do!" James said, leaning across Perry to kiss me, right on the lips.
When James tried to crawl back into bed with us, Perry put his hand against James' chest and stopped him.
"Un-uh, Buddy!" It's your turn to cook and I'm hungry!"
"Sez who?"
"We do!" Perry and I said together.
"A conspiracy! That's what it is. A fucking conspiracy. I turn my back for one lousy minute and they're all plotting against me!" James said as he turned and headed for the kitchen. Perry and I broke out laughing.
"HEY!" James said, turning back to us. "While I'm whipping up a fantastic three-course meal, why don't you give Perry one of your fantastic baths, Clay?"
It was quickly decided that James was going to make us dinner and that I'd treat Perry to a bath like I'd given James when we were first "practicing" together. James took off and Perry lifted me out of the bed and headed for the bathroom with me in his arms. I loved the way this guy liked to carry me around.
The bathroom was... well, the only word was sybaritic. Although hedonistic, onanistic, self-indulgent, epicurean, luxurious, voluptuous and carnal leapt to mind at the same time. Especially carnal. Tiles in soft whites, browns and blues. Hand polished oiled redwood. Varnished oak. Brass and porcelain. Two toilets, side by side. A bidet next to them and a full height urinal on the adjoining wall where anyone sitting on the pot would have an excellent view of anyone using its pristine whiteness. A built-in massage table rose from the floor near full-length mirrors and makeup tables. A low, short wall separated the toilet area from the wide-open shower area, not obstructing the view, but providing some protection from overspray. Two walls with a variety of various sorts of showerheads highlighted a sunken pool that, when full, would allow a half-dozen people to luxuriate in the warm, Jacuzzi driven water. A dozen good friends could have used the pool in comfort.
Perry stood there with me in his arms, both of us with our mouths hanging open. I slid out of Perry's arms and have him a huge hug, that he absentmindedly returned. "You're going to LOVE this!" I said.
I ran over and started two showers in the corner that crossed each other, creating a swirl of warm, steamy air that floated out over the sunken area of the shower. Taking Perry by the hand, I lead his unresisting self into the all-encompassing spray of pelting water. Turning Perry round and round, I used my bare hands to wet every area of his body and rinse off the big pieces. Moving him out of the spray, I used my hands and a bar of herbal smelling soap to suds up Perry from his ears to in-between each of his toes. I took especial care to cleanse every speck of his genitals, between his legs and up the crack of his ass, using my fingers to penetrate his rosebud and make it twitch with the slight burning of the soap on my fingers. I rinsed him down well and then repeated the process, taking my time to both relax Perry and to make sure his body was spotless. Perry raised his arms against the wall and leaned forward resting his head on his arms. I patted his butt, telling him to relax a moment while I started another shower going. This one had a long flexible chrome hose that terminated in an eight inch long steel tube with a rounded nose. Water spurted out of four holes drilled around the nose end with a fifth hole right in the end of the tube. I got nice warm water to run out of the five holes at a good pace and gently slid the tube through Perry's anus into his rectum. He groaned with pleasure as the warm water started to fill him.
While Perry was filling, I reached over and started another faucet, this one leading to a pipe laid where floor and wall joined, a series of holes spreading a sheet of water that flowed across our feet and down to the drain. Perry was groaning non-stop by the time he was so full that water started flowing out around the enema tube. I gently removed the water nozzle, begging Perry to hold the water inside himself as long as he could. I held him around the waist and rubbed his belly, crooning to him about what a good boy he was being.
When Perry started cramping I had him stick his butt out and let loose. An almost solid stream of water, punctuated with smelly colored bits, shot out of Perry with a wail of pleasure. All the running water washed the resulting mess down the drain and the exhaust fans cleared the air in almost no time. I rinsed away the last dribbles and Perry put me up against the wall so he could soap up my butt and return the favor. Twice more we did each other and the final rinse came out clear and clean. We hugged and kissed with the joy of being this close to each other.
I hosed down the whole area to be sure it was clean and then pulled the lever that blocked off the drain so that the tub could fill. The "tub" was built in three steps, each with a drain so that the water level could be controlled in three stages. The fourth drain in the bottom of the tub completely drained it. I opened the drain on the first step so that an area about twice the size of a normal bathtub filled with water. I laid Perry down in the warm moving water and fastened a float collar around his neck so that he could float, free and relaxed in the water without having to worry about drowning. As Perry floated in never-never land, I used a soft washcloth and the bar soap to gently, thoroughly, sensuously cleanse every bit of his body. The flowing water washed away soap and dirt as I finished each body part and continued on. Hand then arm then armpit. Shoulder and neck, face and ear. Ear and neck, shoulder and armpit. Arm and hand and back up again to wash manly chest and lick and suck at beguiling paps. Washing corded belly and indented bellybutton. Fondling soapy groin and pulling back foreskin to lave cockhead spotless with my mouth. Soaping hairy legs and taking the time to wash each toe individually, sucking on them one at a time to make sure they were clean.
Spreading Perry's legs, I played the streams of water from the enema tub over his submerged butt until his hole opened eagerly to allow it inside. I filled him up until the water was flowing into him and then back out into the tub. Removing the nozzle and letting him almost empty himself before passing the tube back up his open tract until Perry's whole body, including his butt hole, was totally relaxed. I soaped up my hand and arm and, as the last of the water left him, my hand entered him, washing his insides as my mouth washed the outside of his penis, my wrist being clamped in place as his body cleansed itself of stored up sperm.
As Perry almost passed out, my hand floated out of him and I swallowed his long meat to the root, resting there, breathing through his wet pubic hair until he stirred and his hand patting my head let me know that he wanted up. I opened the bottom drain and removed the float collar from around his neck. Helping him to his feet, I put my hand around his waist and helped him walk to the built-in urinal. His cock and arms were just hanging there so I lifted his pisstube and held it in position, feeling the throb of high pressure piss thrumming through he tube as it headed for release. There was something wonderful about standing there, helping one of the most important people in my life take a pee. Perry managed to get his arm up around my shoulder, hugging me to his side. "Thank you." he said.
I dried both of us off, laying Perry face down on the massage table to nap while I dried myself and then used Vaseline to coat both our behinds so that we didn't get sore from all the water.
Perry was groggy as I walked him back to the bedroom and tucked him into bed.
"You really trashed him!" James said, grinning in approval.
"It's your turn, Buddy-boy. Let's go."
Eagerly, I lead him to the bathroom and gave him the same treatment I'd given Perry, even letting him rinse me out again. James ended up just as wasted as Perry had been, so I just tucked him into the other side of the bed and then crawled in-between them, snuggling up as they rolled over to sandwich me between them in what was becoming our standard sleeping position. It was past midnight before we woke back up.
I don't know who's belly was growling the loudest, but SOMETHING woke us up! James clambered out of bed, his butt shining in the moonlight. He pushed the start button on the microwave convection oven and then reached into the small refrigerator, extracting a large platter and three soft drinks. He pulled off the plastic wrap and brought a HUGE antipasto salad to bed. One plate, One salad, Three forks, Three sodas and three boys with an appetite, who could ask for more?
The oven bell went "ding" and James retrieved a huge Chicken- garlic-tomato-olive-mushroom-artichoke heart pizza. That was the "more" and we attacked it with gusto. Nothing like three teen-aged appetites to make food disappear.
When we got to the leaning back and belching stage, James got up and cleared away the mess and started up the VCR with a "relaxing" movie. The movie consisted of four guys and three gals doing strange and wonderful things to each other. It was difficult to remain stoic while watching that film, and none of us was particularly interested in stoicism. We spent the rest of the night practicing various forms and combinations of sucking and fucking until I greeting the rising sun being used by James and Perry to improve their double fucking technique, only this time with Perry in front of me. Or was it James? I don't know. All I knew is that I felt wonderful and the people that I loved the most in the world were making love to me. That's the last thing I remember until the afternoon sun woke me and I saw Don Truett standing there, staring at his son and his son's best friend laying there asleep with their cocks still up my butt.
I could see the tent in Dad's pants as he walked across the room and leaned across the bed to kiss me on the lips. "You about ready to get fucked by some man dick instead of those boy dicks?" he asked.
I eagerly nodded 'Yes' as my lips sucked at Dad's and my butthole started working over the swelling cocks laying asleep in my guts. My brothers woke up, yawning and stretching, driving their morning erections even further up inside me. Both boys smiled and said, "Good Morning, Dad" although Perry had to be calmed down and told that if he was going to be our brother he was going to have to get used to calling "Mr. Truett" "Dad" from now on.
By the time Dad sat down on the side of the bed Perry was calling him Dad just like James and me. Dad's hand wandered from boy to boy to boy as he felt of butts and balls and dicks and where my stretched out asshole was being slow-fucked by my brothers.
Dad tried to explain. "When I was you guys' age, I had a couple of buddies that I was real close to. Just like you guys."
"You mean --- you guys sucked and fucked each other?"
"Yeah. Every chance we got. That's when my Dad helped me build the loft over the shop."
"He knew you were fucking with your buddies."
"Sure. He even joined us sometimes and screwed all three of us."
"Wow! Your dad screwed you just like you screw us!"
"Yeah. But he was lots better at fucking than I'll ever be. He could really give the phrase, "My aching butt" new meaning. He'd fuck all three of us so good that we'd be walking funny for the rest of the week."
That got us to laughing and James had to struggle to get his dick back into me when it popped out.
"Anyhow, we all grew up and have families of our own now, but we still like to get together whenever we can. That's what we planned doing this week, spending some time together. I thought one group of us could stay up here at the big house and the other group down at the dock house. But, I thought that if you guys wanted to meet my buddies, and liked them, maybe we could all just sort of have a daddy/son weekend together."
James and Perry and I looked back and forth at each other and it didn't take us long to come to an agreement.
"Sure. We'd like to meet your friends, Dad. Who knows, maybe we will want to play together.
Dad headed back downstairs while James and Perry pulled loose and all three of us sat up against the headboard, covering our laps with the bed sheet.
Dad, stone naked, walked back into the bedroom, followed by two other naked men. "Perry, this is James, Clay's father. Clay, this is Clayton, Perry's father. My buddies.
Perhaps The Savannah Kid would like to continue the story from here. Or, maybe sometime in the future, when I've finished about sixty-eight and a half other projects, I'll go a bit further with the story. Until then, thank you for reading, and I hope you've enjoyed the story. None of the people in this story, as far as I know, are real, but I sure wish I was at least one of them. Jon
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