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Seventeen Months Later

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Losing Noel, Jesus and Tomasina during the final attack by the wolves before welding shut the garage doors and driving poles into the concrete to reinforce them left many in the village depressed. Me more than anyone, I had lost a man that had less than twelve hours earlier promised me love. I had lost a man that as often as possible waited beside my bed in the morning to drink my first piss of the day. I had never gotten close to Tomasina, her parents didn't think being around the adults was good for her so other than accepting a message from her or listening to her tell someone another person needed to communicate our interactions only were ever about babysitting.

Lucia missed Jesus more than I would have ever guessed likely seeing she had shared him with her brother and I without complaint. She moved back to the upper level from the house they had taken over beside the med center and took Pablo into her house once again. For at least a year she didn't join the others doing anything other than preparing and eating lunch. Pablo was even more out of control than he had been the first year with Jesus but his misbehavior had nothing to do with sex or piss so I worried less about it than I had when he first came to the village.

I had never thought of Chuck as the most emotional person. The loss of Noel hit him harder than I expected. Sure any parent would mourn the loss of their child but Chuck shut himself off in his house, the only reason we knew he was still alive was that he would work in the kitchen before breakfast scrubbing pots and pans for whomever was cooking. Karen and Rhoda tried to bring him out of the house but were unable to lift his spirits enough to have him join any of the village meals or functions.

My house was especially hard hit. We all missed Jesus and not just for sex. He had become one of the main child-sitters so the twins and Jude would ask about him constantly throwing the rest of us into a depression when we tried to explain he wouldn't be returning. Joey had been taught much by Jesus and although they weren't friends Joey missed having someone to discuss me with. He also missed his sister although he had been living at my house for almost three years they had still eaten at least one meal a day together. Tomasina had come to stay with the infants once in a while to give Tiffan a break so just her physical loss was felt though the boys didn't ask about her after a week

About three months after his son died Chuck stormed out of his house so drunk everyone wondered when he would collapse. He made it as far as the table where I was feeding the twins and Jude before stumbling into a chair that Joey had deserted moments earlier. While he had never been that close to me or the boys I felt Noel would have wanted me to treat him like a relative, ie., father-in-law. I tried being friendly but Chuck just sat there glaring at us.

When he first started talking I thought he was going to be belligerent, but what started out as a rant about me having four boys when he lost his only one turned into mourning for a son that had never experienced life. I asked about Noel working at the power plant, going to college and following him across the state to join us. He admitted that Noel had done all that and more for the village but he wanted grandchildren and they had fought about Noel never having sexual desires. For a few minutes I listened to him putting down his dead son until I couldn't stand listening any longer.

It was probably not that proper but the third or fourth time he called his son a steer I lashed out and told him that Noel had been a bull the night before he died. I didn't want to go into details but I did let Chuck know that his son had taken me to his bed and fucked me more than once that night. I started to tell him that his son had done more but I was fortunately interrupted by Jude wanting out of his chair. When I had the three boys down and turned back to give Chuck all the details of Noel's last night he had disappeared. Other than seeing him entering the house if I was up early I didn't see the man for another year.

Without Noel to help me there were projects left unfinished that would have to stay that way unless one of the children was a genius and could learn the science on their own. He had done so much of that for the village that I knew we were going to have to live on what the builders had left us without anything new to replace what the EMP had left us without. As village leader I was depressed that our future had been so affected by the loss of one man. I think it was about six months after the deaths that I had drafted Franco and was trying to put the work shop into a reasonable sense of order. There were things I could build or fix but not the most complicated or half of what I thought would make our lives easier, telephones, etc. Franco had just started to put items on Noel's worktable away when he asked me about the roll of prints Noel had shown me the day before he died.

I had completely forgotten about the idea that there might be an unexplored level below the place where the med center was and Jesus and Lucia had lived because of the deaths and lock down . It was the first feeling of excitement that I'd had since being closed into the village. Between morning Noel and Jesus I had been doing little more than ghost walking through life, even caring for the boys was little more than routine. I put the rolls aside planning on taking them with me when we went to dinner.

He and I had so many projects in process that organizing and cleaning the room was taking much longer than I expected. It seemed like every time I went to put scattered parts in the bins or half-completed projects on the shelves I would see Noel standing off to the side shaking his head. He was unlike any ghost I had ever heard about, instead of the clothing he was wearing when he died he was standing there naked. That gave me a smile, as repressed as he was in life he was free in death to show that fantastic body and stroke his cock so I could admire the full length.

He had made a computer that had been left in the workshop by the construction crew work using some combined metal he had made from copper, aluminum and something he called Texas carbon. Sure it was the slowest thing you could image but there were photos and blueprints stored on it. I had always laughed at him using it, telling him he could draw the images faster and get a better picture. I had used it once and told him that it was a waste of my time. I had closed it up and was gathering up the cords that connected it to an old vacuum tube monitor when he caught my attention, trying to telling me to fuck Franco.

"Fuck you." Why I had said it to him I can't say, partially I was angry that he had promised me love the same day he died and partially because I had not had enough sex with him to settle into any type of emotional normalcy. He thought what I said was humorous, he turned around mere feet away from me and bent over to moon me or tease me. I knew he wasn't really there but I still reached out to goose him. My mind must have been working overtime, I was sure my finger had touched the soft tissue of his asshole and then my knuckles bumped into his butt. I don't know where my mind had taken my body, with my arm stretched out towards the vision I dropped my shorts: did I think I was going to get to fuck him again?

"That's right, your ass is mine."

"Yes, sir." Franco brought me back from wherever I was. He had pulled out a tube of lube I had left on the table I used in the workshop and was greasing my cock when I realized that I might not get to fuck Noel but I was getting some ass anyway. We had made enough headway on Noel's work table for me to lean Franco over and take his ass from behind After the first night when I fucked him repeatedly Franco had been willing to bend over when anyone asked.

I was pleased to have another man that was willing to be fucked. The village and I had lost two making my life more restricted, I thought that might be appropriate as I was aging but I didn't want to be monogamous with any of the three men willing to come to my bed. I did spend most of my nights with Joey but the glimmer of emotion that I had felt with Noel was enough to make me realize that my life was not complete. I had thought I was getting close enough to a few men in the four years since the attack but Noel had been the one that had felt like it would turn to love.

The four of us that shared the house had spoken about the idea of any two of us forming a couple. Tiffan rejected the idea as soon as it was broached, it wasn't that he was that promiscuous but he knew if I was to become a couple with anyone other than him he wouldn't be getting the piss he was addicted to drinking at least once a day. Joey was interested in the idea but knew if I became his 'man' that he would need to replace Tiffan and Jesus by the side of the bed every morning which was more than he was prepared to do even for love. Franco admitted that he was addicted to sucking as many cocks as he could and if he was to couple up with anyone they would need to understand that any cock waved his direction was going to get sucked or stuck in his ass.

Henry had brought two of his sons and a daughter back to the village from Oklahoma. They never told us how they had survived the attack but I had the feeling there was something that we really didn't want to know so I never pushed to find out. The three younger Lightfoots were within two years of each other, one son was the eldest and the other the youngest. Henry Jr. which was the youngest said he was 21. I had been watching the kids, not only because I wanted to know about any new members of the village, but because Jr. was outstandingly handsome while his older brother was almost ugly and the sister was fairly plain with a nice figure. I guessed they all had different mothers if they were really all Henry's children.

Pounding away at Franco's ass I told him to list every man whose cock he had sucked. I thought it would distract me from cumming too quickly. It turned out that the only cock he hadn't sucked in the village was Noel's. Even AC/DC had pushed him to his knees, I wasn't certain that pleased me but I decided that unless there was a complaint I shouldn't raise a ruckus when the boy had obviously enjoyed his experience since he had ambushed Franco a half dozen times since the first one. It turned out that when Rhoda had finally gotten him talking a little that he was older than we had estimated, he would be celebrating his fourteen birthday at the next children's party.

"Tell me about Jr.'s cock?"

"No." I couldn't believe he was going to hold back. I slapped both sides of his butt three or four times, hard enough to leave bright red hand prints. Franco knew that there was nothing he could hold back from me.

"Tell me about his cock, now!" I had seen Jr. walking around the village dressed the way his father had taken to dressing before leaving us the first time. The loincloth left little to the imagination, I could see the solid development of his butt cheeks but his cock and balls were completely hidden.

"No, he'll scalp me!" Where had Franco ever heard of the idea that our Natives had been prone to scalping anyone? He had told stories of native cannibals and headshrinkers that had supposed lived within fifty miles of the farm village where he grew up. He had made his way from the interior of Brazil to the USA stealing the money he needed to travel and survive and a little extra to party. He hadn't gotten much of an education and thievery was the only way he could survive.

"If you don't you're going to be eating filthy ass for the next month." He had turned into an avid ass eater but was always ready to tell the owner of the ass if he needed to wash or douche. He would wait until the ass was clean and then spend as long as the owner of that ass wanted licked and sucked; I had watched him lick Joey's ass for half an evening once when I had told Joey I wasn't in the mood to fuck.

He knew that I would do exactly as I said, he had already been punished with a day spent beside the commode as urinal and ass wipe. I didn't understand why I treated Franco the way I would have the most willing slave I had ever trained in Maine but he always came back for more. "He hurt me when he fucked me."

That was amazing, Franco had gotten used to my cock and had really learned to enjoy Jesus's. Anything more than that would have to be like having a fist in his ass. Chuck had threatened him with that, but whatever Franco had been doing he kept doing. I don't know if he and Chuck ever met for that.

"So his cock is thicker than Jesus' was?"

"No. He beat my ass when he fucked me." I was surprised to realize that Franco was crying. There were a number of the men that slapped him around or kicked him when he wasn't working hard enough for them. I hadn't known him to cry since the first night I had fucked him again and again.

"How long is he?" His father and older brother had both shown their cocks in the village because of one thing or the other and I had seen that they were close to ten inches long if not slightly shorter. But they were both thicker than I like in my ass so I hadn't even tried to seduce either of them. Henry Sr. was definitely hetero, fathering two children with Karen and one with Rhoda, plus the ones that had been living in Oklahoma. His eldest son seemed to want to take after him but there weren't many choices in the village for him.

Would Jr. be much different?

"He felt longer than you but I didn't see it. I wanted to clean it after he fucked me but he walked away without giving me the chance." Franco was on the other side of the room, having sucked my cock clean he was looking for a clean towel to dry it. I like the way he has turned into a promiscuous bottom serving the entire village although the first night I fucked him I had thought about turning him into my person serving boy.

We worked for a couple more hours, Franco left first taking a completed waffle maker to the central kitchen. Noel and I had thought about fixing enough of them to serve the entire village at once but without him I didn't understand the basic electronics in the heat switches to replace the missing metals with the carbonite compound he had developed that would carry power but not as efficiently as silver or gold. I was holding a string of the material when I felt Noel's cold body press against my back. No one came into the workshop except Noel or I and Franco when I had him cleaning so I hadn't bothered to get dressed after fucking Franco. I was shocked to have a body pressing against my back.

"What the Fuck?" I jumped at least three feet forward.

Was I going crazy? It was the second time in hours that I had felt his body. I don't believe in ghosts but the possibility of incorporeal bodies inhabiting the village was intriguing, had they all been stuck here with us. To have a fully formed image of the dead to touch and be touched by? Why hadn't Jesus come to me yet? The seemed to be directly taken from a fiction that only teenagers would have been able to read and suspend their disbelief long enough to accept his hand reaching out to squeeze my cock. I couldn't belief what I was seeing or feeling, I tried backing away.

My father had been a huge believer in the ability of spirits to assume the form of humans, living and dead. He would tell stories when I was in elementary school about seeing his grandmother visiting her husband and striking him with a cast iron skillet. Was I being visited by one of those spirits? Was it evil? Aren't all spirits that visit the living supposed to be from that imaginary pit called Hell?

"What do you want?" I was so scared that I was whispering.

Faster than I was able to follow it the body was once again behind me. The other nearly freezing hand was between my butt cheeks pressing deeper and deeper to get at my asshole. "Noel, I didn't get enough of your ass either but how are you doing this? I couldn't imagine there was a possibility his cock would slide into me.

"Who are you talking to?"

Standing in the doorway was Henry Jr. It didn't seem to bother him that I was standing there naked only that I was talking to someone that he couldn't see. I thought Noel would disappear just like he had done when Franco drew near to us but he continued to stroke at my cock and press a finger to my asshole. What was I supposed to think? What was I supposed to do?

"I think it is a ghost but I don't know?"

"You don't know who you are talking to?" Jr. had come halfway from the door to where I was standing. He was looking up and down my body and seemed like he was getting ready to reach out to touch me. I was conflicted, I had lost two men in my life and this beautiful man was standing there looking at me, longingly.

"I think it is Noel? But is it really him?" I know I must have sounded like a complete fool talking the way I was.

"Did you call upon the spirit world to have him come back?" Junior looked at me like I was crazy.

"No. I wouldn't even know how to do that." By that time the finger that had been pressing against my hole had found entrance and was wiggling inside me. I no longer doubted there was something there but what? Why was Noel doing this to me?

The hand on my cock released me for a minute. I was shocked to see Jr. struggling and land on his knees with his mouth only inches from the tip of my cock. "How did you?"

I hadn't and I hadn't had time to answer when his mouth was encasing most of my cock. When I looked down I saw that his hair was scrunched up like a fist was controlling the movement of his head. Movement which was forcing my entire cock down Jr's throat. He had no gag reflex and took my whole cock easily. He didn't fight the hand and soon had me ready to shoot a load down his throat. I heard a whisper in my ear, "pull back enough to shoot your cum on his tongue."

I was too shocked by all that was happening to move on my own but the two fingers in my asshole and a hand on my hip started me backwards just as I started shooting a load of cum that could have been the largest I ever shot. Jr. gulped and sucked at the shooting cum taking every drop I was able to give him. As I leaned back I found that the body that had been there was gone. I was ready to limply sit on a workbench when I felt Jr. helping me bend over and rest my chest to the freshly cleaned wood.

Whether there had really been two fingers up my asshole stretching me open or not Jr. easily slid in after greasing his cock with the Vaseline that was sitting beside my shoulder. It was the best fuck I'd had in years. Jr.'s cock wasn't any longer than his father's or thicker than mine, I didn't know what Franco had been thinking but every stroke felt like he was giving me a foot of cock and swelling as round as a baseball bat. I never lost the erection that had already been satisfied twice that afternoon. Jr. didn't fill my ass with his cum, he pulled out and shot on my asshole and across my butt onto my back. When I felt the hot cum on my asshole I lost another load of cum, this time on the floor.

Henry Jr. questioned me about what had happened as we cleaned up. I was glad there was a shower in the workshop that Noel and I had used to clean off grease and dirt over the last couple years. As I was stepping out of the shower, my hand on Jr.'s shoulder and him handing me a towel I saw Noel standing by his old computer his cock drooping, he gave me a smile, picked up the roll of plans for the village and set them back on the workbench before he disappeared.

"Was there someone in here while we showered?" Junior was quick to see that the table where he had fucked me was no longer clear.

"Why?" I didn't know whether I would be disloyal to Noel by telling Junior, I needed a little time to think.

"This wasn't here when we went into the shower." He was pointing to the roll of prints.

"Noel put them there so I wouldn't forget about them." I didn't know how I would explain that but I hoped he just accepted what I said.

"Ghosts can't move things." He didn't sound like he doubted the existence of ghosts just the idea that Noel could do more than appear.

"Neither are we supposed to be able to feel them them but what pushed you to the floor and pushed your mouth up and down on my cock? How did I feel his fingers in my asshole? A spirit not a ghost?" If he was part way there let him tell me what was going on, I certainly couldn't explain it to him.

"Do you mind talking to someone about me fucking you?" It was a big jump from what we were saying but I followed his thoughts.

"As long as you let me fuck you I don't have a problem with everyone knowing you fucked me today." I had enjoyed washing his butt while we showered, his butt is so muscular I knew he would be a great fuck.

"I've never." He didn't look shook by the demand.

"But you are willing." I had moved his hand so that it was holding my mostly soft cock and had his fingers on my balls crawling towards my asshole.

"Why not? That was the first time I ever sucked a cock and I loved having your cock in my throat and drinking your cum." Henry Jr. hadn't smiled much since he had gotten to the village with his family but there was a definite look of happiness on his face as I picked up the plans and started for the door.

"Don't you want to dress first?" There had been so much of my life that I had gone naked that I wasn't even aware that I wasn't wearing my shorts. He threw them at me. As they caught on my rising cock I felt like a ring toss.

"I'd rather be wearing what you're wearing. Or nothing." I didn't like that the others in the village had voted against being a clothing optional space. They had finally agreed to anywhere beyond the playing field being a naturalists zone as long as nobody engaged in public sex where the children could see them.

"We can go naked inside your house." The rest of the way back to the center of the community we talked about the living arrangements in my house. He seemed intrigued that Joey and I fucked each other but were not a loving couple. He admitted to having fucked both men and women while growing up. His father had talked to him about fucking and had agreed that as long as he was careful he could fuck anyone he wanted since he wouldn't be required to give the family grandchildren.

"After the children go to bed we can take your virginity."

"They are really your children? Who was their mother?" I thought he was just trying to avoid the subject of having his ass fucked but it seemed once he learned that I was the mother he was really interested in the entire story of how I bore the boys.

For the next hour I tried to explain to Henry Jr. how it was that I had been able to bear four little boys. I had to have Dr. Rhoda join us for dinner to answer some of his questions but by the time we headed in to put the boys to bed I think he was starting to believe us. He mentioned that his tribe had a history of Two Spirited people that had often raised others' children so he was confused at first. He was sorry that I wouldn't be able to bear any more children as he would have loved me to carry his son.

"I want us to talk to my sister about the spirit in the workshop." I had been thinking he wanted to talk to her about us.

"Tomorrow. Tonight you are going to learn what it is like to take a cock in your ass, remember that was the condition I set about talking to anyone outside of this house about you fucking me."

"I won't get pregnant will I?" Dr. Rhoda was chasing her daughter past the table and heard him. She started laughing so loud that everyone turned to see what was so funny. It was the first time that I saw him blush.

"No, Jr. he doesn't work that way. Otherwise there would be lots of pregnant men in the village." She wagged a finger at me. "Too many."

Rhoda and I had talked a hundred times about me having sex with more than just one person. She definitely believed in monogamy even though she wouldn't get married herself. Now that Jr.'s father had returned I expected she would only be available to him and that Chuck was going to have to find sex elsewhere. I hoped they sorted it out quickly, the heightened resentment between Karen and Rhoda was starting to stir the village.

We stopped to speak to Jr.'s sister on the way to the house. She agreed to set up the special talk Jr. wanted following lunch the next day. She tried to get Jr. to tell her what he needed to know but he held to our agreement. We went to the house not hold hands or making gooey faces at each other but we were allowing our bodies to touch and rest against each other. I hadn't expected it but as I was opening the door to the house Jr. leaned back against me and stayed against me until his muscles relaxed.

Even with Tiffan helping it took an hour to get the boys cleaned up and into bed. They must have had a rough day, they were cranky and filthy. I expected it of Ton and Dana but Jude was usually worn out enough to let me bath him and wrap him in his blanket and not make another noise until morning. Shiloh wouldn't stop crying for any of us and until Tiffan handed him to Jr. wrapped in only a towel had been squalling since the water had first been run after we got home.

I was still trying to get the other three to sleep so hearing the odd singing didn't register until Jr. asked where to find a diaper for Shiloh. My youngest had fallen asleep in his arms, while being dried and serenaded. As soon as I warned his brothers not to wake him they one at a time fell asleep. "They don't like hearing their brother cry so getting him to sleep is always a sure way to get the others to settle down."

"Didn't I see two older boys running around outside when you pointed out your house?" Pablo and AC/DC wouldn't come into the house until Joey returned from his duties in the kitchen. He would make sure they took a bath or shower and get in bed. I was sure he would be upset about the 'do not disturb' sign on the bedroom door but would honor my privacy just like Tiffan would until they thought it time for me to rise.

"Do you think you need a drink to settle your nerves before we go to my bed?" I had noticed that Jr' was starting to shake a little as we left the little boy's room and cross the living room. I doubted a single drink would help but it would give him a few minutes to compose himself before being deflowered.

He turned towards me as if he was getting ready to answer, I was getting anxious to get him into my bed and rather than allowing him to speak kissed him. I didn't know what his reaction might be but I had the feeling kissing him was the right thing to do, he couldn't be feeling too macho to kiss if he was willing to take my cock. He hugged me and pushed his mouth back at me as hard as I think he can. I felt both our cocks rising in response and relaxed, he was going to be ready when I put him face down on the bed. While standing there kissing I slid a hand under the back of his loincloth and rubbed his butt.

I pulled him along to the bedroom. I didn't care which of us was naked first, I was trying to push my shorts over my erection when I felt his loincloth sliding down along my legs. Unexpectedly interrupted, I stopped what I was doing and reached behind Jr. to caress his superbly firm butt some more. That first touch of his naked flesh in both hands had my cock seeping pre-cum into my shorts for a second before Junior helped me get them down. He held our cocks tightly together rubbing his thumb over both heads spreading my pre-cum softly, he was enjoying the feel of my cock against his.

My plan had been to take him from behind but the way he was caressing my cock I forced myself to ask if he wanted to be on his back or to sit on my cock. I knew there were many times that sitting on a cock was the easiest way for the recipient to take his own virginity since he was fully in charge of distance and speed. It isn't my favorite way to fuck but after one time that way I would be able to take Jr. any way I thought we would enjoy. He waited a few minutes before answering me.

"I want to face you and kiss while you fuck me. Lay me on my back and lift my legs." He had told me he had fucked boys before so I figured he knew that this wasn't the easiest way to have my entire cock in him. I wanted to spread his legs and lick his asshole but I stopped myself, not wanting Jr. to think that I was ,,, I don't know what but less than him, I guess. I felt bad that I couldn't be myself but swore that I would expose all of myself before the night was over

I spun him onto his back and looking down on his beautiful body couldn't resist feasting on his nipples and licking at his arm pits. He wanted to get to the action, he surprised me by lifting his legs and holding them up until I allowed him to rest them on my shoulders. He was trying to tweak my nipples as I reached for a tube of lube sitting beside the bed. I had to kiss him more, he gave me his tongue to suck and when I stopped sucking tangled his around mine until he pulled it into his mouth and sucked back.

By the time he was sucking my tongue into the back of his mouth I had a finger buried in his asshole and was moving it around the inside of the colon so he had a preview of what it would feel like when my cock was pressing on all sides. By the time I touched his prostate he was moaning so loud I was afraid he would be waking the children. I pulled my finger out and pressed the head of my cock against his asshole expecting him to tighten up but he didn't and I slid in for at least five inches before he tried to get me to stop.

"Junior, you feel so good speared on my cock. Try squeezing my cock with your ass." I enjoy an easy entrance but I wanted to be sure he was going to be able to tighten up. A second later he was milking at my cock with his muscles, he had learned from the boys he fucked what felt good to the man on top.

I waited a few minutes and then between the tightening of muscles I slid another few inches of cock into him. That is a spot that I love as much as any, my cock is buried and my balls are resting against a butt. It took him a few seconds to get adjusted to having my cock in and when he relaxed I started fucking him, hard. There was no way I was going to let him believe that an asshole should be treated like a pussy, he needed to know from the first fuck that when I took his asshole I was going to own it and fill him with my cum.

Before I was even half way to being ready to cum in his ass, Jr. shot a load of cum at his face covering his cheeks, lips and dripping into his open mouth. A lot of guys want to stop right then, I wasn't going to give him the idea that we were finished. I grabbed his ankles stretched his legs up higher and pounded his butt.

"Please. Please. Give it to me. Fuck me. Harder!"

Surprised but pleased I did as asked and rammed his asshole with my cock in long hard strokes and shorter faster ones until I couldn't hold back any longer. I started shooting in his asshole then remembered how wonderful he had made me feel shooting on the rim of my hole and pulled back until I was only inches from his asshole and splattering cum on him and the bed. Right then he proved to me how much he had enjoyed being fucked, He shot another load of cum on his chest and face.

I rammed my cock back into him. Holding still as I could I licked at his face and pushed his cum into his mouth until he held it open like a baby bird waiting for mom and dad to feed it. I swallowed some, but I gave him as much of his cum as I could and then licked at his ass and fed him my cum, too.

I hadn't heard or seen Ton come into the room. I went to lay down beside Jr only to jump when I heard him ask if he had a new Daddy. The boys had only ever used Dad for me, we had been careful so there wasn't any confusion but obviously they understood that the men in their lives were the men in my bed and despite, Pops or any of the other nicknames they used I was the one they were related to. Ton and his brother had snuck into my room twenty or more time and caught me either pounding an asshole or getting my cock sucked. Joey was the only one they had ever seen fucking me and treated him a little different but not so much that I thought they expected anything from him.

"Does that taste good?" I had to glance at Jr. to see what Ton was talking about. I hadn't fully cleaned his face and he was reaching out as far as he could to lick up his own cum while Ton and I talked.

"Not as good as your Dad's but it's good." I don't know for sure, but if I didn't blush I don't know why.

Ton wasn't the son that I thought would be gay. Dana had many characteristics that were less typical macho boy so my guess had been that he would be the first of the boys that would learn they were attracted to other boys. I had to make myself stop for a moment, Ton had no understanding of the difference between gay and hetero sex. Just because he wanted to taste cum, which he couldn't have know what it was didn't mean anything but I didn't think letting him taste it was a good idea. What if he liked it and kept coming back for more? Or told someone that we had let him taste it?

I appreciated that Jr. knew I tasted better than he did but was it the right thing to tell my son? I gathered the naked little boy up and started out the door. I was going to have to find a lock to put on the door. I liked that the boys could come sleep with me when they had bad dreams or were awakened by a noise outside but the time was coming when they needed to stay away from my erections. It was probably past time that they were kept from seeing me fuck or be sucked but I had wanted the boys to grow up with a free sex surrounding, I wish there was someone to talk to about it.

"Does that happen often?" As soon as I returned to bed Junior had his head on my chest and fingers curling my pubic hair.

"A little boy appearing when the man in my bed is dripping cum all over?" I had to tease him a little.

"No. Do they often crawl into your bed when you are fucking or being fucked?"

"Jude is the only one that has crawled into bed with me when I'm being fucked. He barely looked at Joey or I, He crawled on the pillow and fell asleep before Joey even lost his erection. We finished the fuck as quietly as we could, I let Jude stay all night. He loves to cuddle into my armpit, he doesn't care if I've showered or smell rank." I hate to admit that there are nights I don't shower before going to bed but sometimes I am just too tired.

"I'd crawl into your armpit when you haven't washed, too." He had let his head dip far enough that he could lick at the skin just outside of my armpit.

"Promises." I didn't know if he was joking or was serious.

"Roger, I like the taste of every part of a body. Today I learned about the only part I had never tasted." He moved deeper into my pit and was making me squirm.

"Cum?" I thought it was a good time to learn if he had.

"No, cock. I'd tasted my own cum before."

"Jr., you are turning me on, again. If you roll me over and lick my ass I'll let you fuck me again." I had no idea whether he would be able to fuck after cumming twice but the idea he would replace Jesus licking my ass and pits was fantastic. That I told him he was turning me on was preaching to the choir, my cock was already filling his hand.

"Is it alright if I suck your toes first?" I had never had anyone ask me before sucking my toes, not my favorite thing for a man to do with his mouth but I did enjoy it when they surprised me by taking my foot in their mouth. He was bent around with my right foot in his hands. I was looking at his dark asshole thinking about how long it was going to take me to be ready to fuck him again. As he moved from my toes to my asshole it was apparent he was thinking about fucking me, too.

"Daddy!" He was only feet from my ear. I had been laying on the bed with my ass in the air enjoying the best rimming I had since the weekend I swear Luis impregnated me with the twins. Jr. must have learned to use his tongue to open asses and pussies when he was young and practiced ever since. I didn't want to break the concentrated enjoyment to find out what was wrong with my son but I looked up anyway. Responsibilities sometimes are such a pain I would give the boys to anyone for a weekend, after that I would miss them so much it wouldn't matter what they interrupted.

"Where's your diaper?" I know it sounds stupid and really it is. Jude had learned how to unfasten one side of his diaper and slip out if it was wet or he had taken a dump. I was starting to get an arm under me to push up, Jr. slapped me on the butt hard enough I'm sure Tiffan heard it in his room.

"Stay there, I know how to clean a little boy up and change his diaper. I'll be back for more of that ass." As he stood up he slapped my ass with his cock instead of the hand that had stung. I don't know what had overcome me but there was nothing else I wanted at that moment than to leave Junior take care of Jude and come back to bed and fuck me, he wouldn't need to lick me or finger me any more although I knew either would drive me closer to opening wide. He came back to the bedroom laughing.

"The son that wanted to taste cum? He really must have wanted to, he was in his brother's bed examining his dick." He slapped my butt.

"Good, you kept it open for me." A second later I felt his tongue sliding in at least two inches. I had heard Pablo and AC/DC talking about him touching the tip of his nose with his tongue but had thought they were kidding. Now I knew it could be true. I love being tongue fucked, I felt what I had only experienced once before: Deep inside I felt a quivering start, then all the muscles in my abdomen followed shaking me so hard I thought I was going to pass out when I fell flat on the bed ungratefully ripping the tongue from my ass.

I could feel Jr.'s hand on my butt but I was shaking and quivering too much to talk. It went on for two or three minutes, once I stopped shaking I tried to tell Jr. what had happened but I had trouble forming sentences. I was able to tell him no when he asked if I needed the Dr., he stayed at my side until about ten minutes later I begged him to fuck me. He was reluctant although his cock was still hard and ready.

"Please, Junior. I'm fine. We can talk later." What had the orgasm done to me? I didn't know, but what I did know was that as soon as Jr.'s cock touched my asshole I pulled at him to ram his entire ten inches into me. I had to grab at his butt to force him in but he is a good fucker and I came with him shooting cum on my asshole again.

I didn't look in a mirror, but I must have looked bad. The three older boys were sitting on the bed asking if I was okay. Junior hadn't left, only when I shifted did I understand that he was still in me. I was glad to feel the sheet covering our lower half. Talking to the boys with a cock in my ass felt morally wrong but I finally was able to convince them that I was alright and they needed to go back to bed. I watched as three tight little butts walked and waddled across the floor closing the door behind them.

"How long were they here?"

"Maybe ten minutes before you woke up."

"Were they trying to get me to talk?"

"Yeah, I think it was Dana that was worried you were dead. They are really your sons." As he settled to his side behind me I felt his cock begin to slide out. I hadn't slept with a cock that had fucked me still inside in more than four years, I tried to grab at him but he said no he couldn't sleep that way.

"You didn't get off enough last night?"

"What?" I thought he was still sleeping and sitting up for Franco had been careful not to shake things up too much.

"Getting a blow job before you leave bed?" I should have warned him when I put out the 'do not disturb' sign.

"No, he's getting a drink of piss. Ever since we started living in this house either Jesus, Tiffan, Franco or Joey has woke me up and had a drink of piss. When Jesus was still alive I seldom had to piss anywhere other than in a mouth."

"Franco, over here." The boy hadn't ever had to drink anyone else's piss in the morning but he did as told and within a few minutes Junior was enjoying the same pleasure I had every day for years. The glow on his face as Franco slurped made me know that he was enjoying it as much as I did.

"Is that all they get?" It took a few minutes to understand that he was asking about other watersports. We spent the rest of the morning talking who enjoyed what. I had never just come out and told anyone about the boys love of piss but with Jr. it seemed almost natural. We found we could talk about even the most personal of things without hesitating. But then when a man has had his tongue two inches up your asshole what is left to embarrass either of you?

"Without Noel to guarantee power to the village I think we ought to run those scans you talked about on the boys. I don't think there is any reason to think any of them might take after you and have ovaries but it would be good for all of us to know." Rhoda was only talking to me but I was sure she was including the boys in that statement. They were the ones I thought needed to know but having the doctor in on the condition was a good idea just in case they might start expressing unexplained issues.

"Did you mean to take these into your house?" Jr. was holding the roll of plans that the spirit of Noel had set in front of me.

"Thanks for bringing them over. I'll take a look at them later. Want to come to the Med Center with the boys and I?"

"Is everything okay with them?"

"Sure just getting their last vaccination and doing an ultrasound."

"Doing an ultrasound sounds like something is wrong."

"No, just trying to see if any of the boys take after me." He didn't say anything more until Dana was on the table where Rhoda did the ultrasounds.

"Are you hoping they will be like you?"

"I don't have any feelings either way. I'm not ashamed of myself so if they are like me, fine. If they are like the rest of you, fine too."

"Dad, what's he talking about?" Junior was just asking if I want you to have babies like I did? Do you?

"As long as no one has to stick their thingy in me." So much for picking out the son that is going to be gay. The idea of a hetero boy able to carry a fetus was odd, I wondered how he would get pregnant? The way Rhoda and I had planned before Joey found how? If he was fathering children with any of the girls that would be plenty for the village. When did I become my parents and grandparents, thinking about the chance to spread their genes through the future?