They had a king size bed, so it made it easier for us to climb in and get sorted out. First Hank, then me, then Will, and then Bill, so that we were sandwiched between two brothers. I smiled, as we snuggled in and got settled.
Hank whispered in my ear as I was drifting off, "Just wait until tomorrow's brothers' time." He squeezed my dick, and I went to sleep with a smile on my face.
I didn't sleep as well as I thought I would; it got a bit hot and crowded. I tossed and turned a bit, and ended up drooling on Hank's shoulder in the morning. He shook me awake and said, "Hey, slobber mouth; wake up!" He was shaking me.
I woke up then and saw what he meant. He laughed and said, "Or were you just trying to lube me up?"
"Asshole!" I said.
"Fuck face."
"Would you two love birds cut it out!" Bill said, waking up.
Hank laughed. We all got up and used the toilet together; quite the site to see four guys crowded around the toilet, arms about each other's waist, pissing up a storm. When we finished, Will shook our dicks for us, to the joy of us all.
Then we went through the shower, two at a time, one leaving and one joining until all were clean. It was wild, washing off another guy, other than Hank. It's always great to feel clean, and to clean another man's equipment and crack.
We dressed and headed down to breakfast. Awaiting us was fresh baked cinnamon rolls, coffee, juices and fruit. Everyone was joking and playing around. Ted Jr. ran up to Hank and held out his thumb and forefinger and said, "How big was it?" That got everyone laughing, and Hank made like he was going to chase after him, and he ran away.
Hank and I were sitting on the enclosed porch. No one was around, so I leaned over and asked him. "Do you think Ted Jr. will join in on these activities?" I was thinking back to him in the showers with us.
Hank looked at me and said, "Ted will never do anything with his son, but if he thinks his son wants to, he might introduce him to my brothers. I am sure that Ted will talk to him about boys experimenting - circle jerks, and such. If he finds out that Junior is interested, he might bring him when he is old enough.
"We never did anything with our uncles. It was always just us brothers and our friends. Dad never did anything with us either."
"Yeah, that was some story that Matt told yesterday," I said, recalling the session in the sauna.
"It's not the first time I have heard the same kind of story. The first time I heard it, I was totally blown away, and thought 'this is one messed up family' But then I heard it from a couple of other guys, and figured it wasn't so strange after all."
We didn't get to talk any more about it, because it was time to clean up and plan the day's activities. We spent the morning in games out on the lawn, entertaining the kids and having a great time.
After lunch was deemed the brother's time, and the rest of the troop gathered their things and headed out to spa treatments, movies and shopping. Phil gave one final instruction before he left. "You boys have a good time, be good, have fun, and clean up any evidence of your play, like I had to do last night." He gave them all a dirty look and then added, "Wouldn't want the children slipping in some cum on the floor!"
Once they were gone, the brothers all looked at each other and smiled. "Let's get down to the shower room and get naked!" Bill said. The brothers were right behind him, and then everyone stripped out of their clothes quickly.
The brothers started out with a group hug that turned into a touching sensorium, as everyone ran their hands over each other. With much neck nibbling, nipple tweaking, and fondling everyone was soon at full mast.
The group moved to the outdoor hot tubs, where thhe guys moved into groups and sank into the water. I was amazed at how close the brothers were. It was like looking at a swirling, boiling mass of flesh. The water glistened off the wonderful bodies. There was laughter, kissing, moaning - and it was amazing to watch. But soon, I was caught up in the hands, dicks, mouths, and asses.
There was a frenetic pace to begin with. Urgency prevailed, and I wondered how long it had been since they had been together like this. Ted and Harry seemed to have cornered me in the round tub. Both seemed to be eager for my cock. Harry leaned in and said, "Fuck me," in a husky voice.
He leaned over the edge of the hot tub for me to move behind him, and someone put some lube in my hand and I applied it to his ass. I moved up behind him and slid in, and he moaned and said, "Yes!"
He squeezed tightly around my dick, as I began to work in and out. Harry was a moaner, and continued to tell me to fuck him hard and yell, "oh, yeah!" I got caught up in the action around me, seeing bodies entwined all over the place.
Harry then reached around and grabbed my ass, goading me to fuck him harder, as he rested his forehead on his forearm on the edge of the hot tub. I concentrated on the task at hand, and became lost in the sensations. I began to pant, "Oh, yeah!" myself, in time with my thrusts.
I felt Harry tighten down on me, and knew he was shooting. I shuddered then, and pushed deeply into him and shot a huge load, filling his ass. When I finally calmed down and pulled out, Harry turned around, grabbed my head, planted a kiss, and told me, "Welcome to the family, Kyle!"
After the first round, it became less hectic, and everyone got to be with everyone else, not that everyone came 8 times, but everyone got to experience something with everyone. It became more of a sharing, loving transfer of emotions, rather than just sex.
We took a break, took showers ,and then sat around outside, cooling off and talking. I learned more stories of Hank and his brothers. Mike told a story of someone pissing up Hank's ass after screwing him, and how Hank couldn't hold it and lost it all in the backyard. They all laughed at that.
Nick told how he and his brother had been caught jerking off in a car wash one night by a neighbor. Fortunately, the neighbor just thought it was a harmless high school boys joke. The neighbor's punishment for the boys was to make them finish jerking off, which thrilled and embarrassed them both.
Hank and I shared the experience at the art gallery, and they couldn't believe it! They all sat with their mouths open and dicks hard, while we told the story. And they loved what we had done to Rick. We shared stories about the quad and the fountain, Thomas' photo sessions, and some of our other experiences.
Hank told the story of the movie theatre and the big drinks and the piss contest. They all laughed and reminisced about their escapades. Beer was shared around, but I kept to soda after the first one. Hank kept saying he didn't want me to pull down my pants and start pissing in front of the family if I got drunk, or ask his dad to take him up stairs.
The brothers all laughed at that. We cleaned up, showered and dressed. It was our night to fix dinner, so we worked together and made a big pot of spaghetti and sauce, with salad, garlic bread, and wine. By the time we were done and everything was set, including the table, dishes, etc, everyone had returned and was ready for dinner.
Once again, good fun was had by all. We sat at the big table and passed food around and enjoyed the company, and we heard the stories of what the people had done during the afternoon.
After dinner, the desserts were brought out and served. Stuffed, I went to find Hank and to sit down, but I encountered Phil, and he asked me to join him in the study. There were two chairs at an angle to each other. He offered me a brandy, and I declined. I was getting nervous, even though he continued to smile.
He had me sit in one of the chairs, and then he sat in the other one. He asked how I was enjoying the family, and I stumbled at first, saying, "Sir, you have a wonderful family, and everyone has welcomed me and made me feel like a part of the family."
He smiled again, and I could see where Hank's smile came from. "I'm glad, Kyle. You seem like a great guy, and your mom seems very nice, as well."
"I think this is all a bit overwhelming for her. She hasn't been around this many people in a long time," I said.
"You have a loving, understanding mother; she seems to have done a good job in raising you." He smiled at me, and then his expression turned more serious.
"Kyle, Hank has told us how he feels about you, and how he feels you two will be together for the rest of his life." I hadn't heard it put that way, and it sounded like forever. It hit me emotionally, and I tried hard to hold it together.
"This is the first time Hank has proclaimed this kind of love for anyone, and I don't want to see him hurt. He is a great son, and I don't want him hurt. So Kyle," he paused and said, "as corny and old fashioned as this sounds, I need to know your intentions for my son." He tried to smile, but I could see his concern and the love for his son in his eyes.
"I," and I had to stop and swallow, "I love," again trying to get around that lump in my throat, "I love him, and that is new to me, too." I felt the moisture in my eyes, but forged on. "I have never felt like this for anyone else. I care for him, I want the best for him, and I want nothing to hurt him. I don't want to hurt him."
I paused, thought, and continued. "Mr. Thomas," I started.
"Phil," he said.
"Phil," I started again, "I want nothing but the best for Hank, and I love him and want to be with him. It never hit me that it was forever, but, yes, I guess that is what I mean."
"You guess?" Phil said, leaning forward to look me sternly in the eyes.
"I mean, I know, I mean, no, not guess, but forever." Wow that hit me. I was overwhelmed with emotion, but I wanted to make sure he understood.
"Phil, I love Hank, and want to be with him as long as he wants me. I guess that is what I wanted to say." Tears rolled down my face, and I felt like I was not making myself understood, but didn't want to say more; I couldn't say more.
He leaned back, patted my thigh, smiled, and said, "You said you loved Hank three times. That is good enough for me." He smiled wider and, again, I saw Hank there. "Welcome to our family, Kyle. If there is ever anything my family or I can do for you or your mom, let me know."
He stood, shook my hand when I stood, and then pulled me into a tight embrace, and squeezed. I gripped his shoulder back, and thought that this is what it felt like to have a father. It was such a unique, wonderful, and loving feeling.
I started sobbing then; sobbing for everything I never had with a father, and sobbing because of the love that this man expressed; and the fact that I had just realized that I was going to be with Hank forever, if he would have me.
Phil kept patting me on my back, and let me get it all out. By the time I was finished sobbing, I was a mess. He handed me a handkerchief and let me blow my nose, and wipe my face. And, unlike in the movies, he took it back from me and put it in his pocket.
"You had a lot to get out, didn't you, son?" he said, and I almost lost it again with the 'son'.
"You are a wonderful addition to our family." He smiled and said, "And I understand the brothers have all welcomed you in their own unique way."
I blushed, and he smiled, "Look, I know I have a great bunch of boys that have a, well, different approach to expressing their love for each other." I looked up to his face to see that Thomas smile.
"So you passed inspection on all fronts." Laughter showed in his eyes, "So far. Just don't mess up before you leave tomorrow!" He saw the horror cross my face, and he laughed heartily and said, "I am just kidding!"
He hugged me again, and then kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you, Sir," I said, fighting all the emotions again.
"Look, since you are part of the family now, you can call me, dad." My eyes welled again, and he smiled.
"I know, I know, but I mean it. I am never going to replace your real father, but I want you to treat me as a father, and I'll treat you as one of my numerous sons." He patted me on the shoulder and led me out of the study. Hank looked up when we entered the living room. He jumped up and ran over to me.
"What's wrong?" He looked at his dad and said, "What did you say to him?"
"Hank, calm down. Do you think your father would hurt your partner?" He smiled, and went on, "We were having a little talk. I was welcoming him to our family." He looked at me, and I nodded, and he said, "Kyle just got a few things off his chest." He smiled again and said, "We were bonding."
"Oh, Phil, you are such an asshole," Martha said, and I busted out laughing.
Everyone looked at me, and I looked at Hank, who said, "He is always calling me that!"
This brought laughter, and we were ushered back into the living room. From somewhere, trays of champagne glasses were distributed, and Phil lifted his. "I want to formally welcome a new member to our family. Kyle, you have shown that you have nothing but the best intentions for Hank. Hank has told me how he feels about you, so I honor his request, and welcome you to our family." He lifted his glass and said, "To Kyle."
Then there was a chorus of "To Kyle" and one, "To Aunt Kyle!" I looked at my mother, and she was crying. I didn't know if she had been in on any of this, but I knew it was important for her to see me accepted so well by these people. She nodded her head slightly to me, letting me know she approved.
It seemed like hours before Hank and I were finally alone. I tried to speak, couldn't, then he put his finger on my lips to stifle any further attempt. He just wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. We had adjourned to our room, so he pushed me back on the bed and slowly, oh so sensually, and passionately made love to me.
I was one of the luckiest persons in the whole world!
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