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The last month of my senior year became rather routine. Now, what a
minute; that's not true. How can having frequent sex with your Dad be
routine? How can broadcasting to cyberspace the sexual escapades of two
exhibitionists, Bob and me, be routine? How can the daily suck off of a
fellow employee be routine? I may have grown up in an unusual household
with lots of casual nudity, but even I know that what I was doing was not
what most 18-year-old high school students were up too.

Bob and I got together for pig sex and exhibitionism at his house with the
cams running full blast. Often, Bob would fuck my hole. He never came
inside me because he was running a business and the paid clientele expected
the "money shot". That was frustrating because I wanted his hot man semen
inside me. I wanted to feel the pulse of his cock as it shot jizz into my
bowels. I could only imagine that frustration porn stars go through having
all that hot sex but never able to feel the cream. Nevertheless, I was
treated to a cream facial, a buttocks oiling or a chest splashing from my
studmuffin, Bob. It was a small price to pay for not getting his semen in
my hole.

On the bright side, I learned to love the camera. I learned how to look at
Bob during the intensity of a good fuck and play to the camera with my
facial expressions. The nice thing was that unlike a lot of bitches in
straight porn, I was thoroughly enjoying myself with every orgasm being
real. Bob knew how to fuck. He was magnificent in bed. He was a caring
top who's focus was always on how to make the bottom feel good. Even
though, I never got his cum up my ass on film, I did get to lick his
glorious rod taking the remains of his man juice and my ass juice in my
mouth. It was a nice consolation prize plus whenever he shot on my pussy,
he would smear his face with the juice then rub the rest on my face.

Dad was teaching me about love and sex with some serious lust thrown in for
good measure. This ongoing fetish of fucking me after having sex with
another man being a strong example of the lust part. The sex that I had
with Dad was pure passion. To that point, he was the love of my life and,
if I had anything to say about it, I could have easily become his life
partner. Ah, the naiveté of youth. Dad knew that there would be
others. He knew I wasn't mature enough to understand the difference
between lust and love. He did not want me being in love at 18 and not
sowing my oats. He was a smart man.

I did fall for both of them. What can I say? I was 18 with emotions that
were confusing at best. Hell, I had fantasied about be impregnated by Matt
so you know my head was a little screwy at that age. I didn't have anyone
to talk to about these feelings. I could call my brother David. David was
a great guy and I could certainly tell him everything that was going on;
but, he was not the empathic kind. He would simply say, "Fuck, where's the
issue? Sounds like everyone is having fun. Don't sweat it." The typical
answer from a sexist, liberal straight college male.

In a certain context, my brother was correct. I was having a sexual
relationship with two men, one who is the person I love the most in life,
my Dad, and, two, the nicest and sweetest man who loved to have sex and be
naked anytime, anywhere. Exactly what is the problem?

I resolved it by reminding myself that Dad told me that this was my time.
Dad did not want to be my lover. He had made that perfectly clear from the
beginning. I also figured that Bob wasn't interested in something deeper
either. Bob cared for me. I know he enjoyed our sex/exhibition games, but
I knew I wasn't Bob's "the one".

After processing all this teen mind drama, I determined that the best thing
to do was have Dad and Bob meet. I decided that I would invite Bob over
for Saturday afternoon lunch. My work schedule was Saturday night so I had
the afternoon free. I thought it would be nice for both of them since each
enjoyed being naked and each enjoyed me. I had no expectation of us all
having sex.

Although, really? Looking back at this; come on. Three highly sexual men
who drop trou any chance they get; there is no way we weren't going to
fuck. I innocently thought it would be fun, which it did turn out to be.
My lack of anticipation may have allowed the whole event to be so cool and
positive.

"Dad, I would like to invite Bob over for lunch on Saturday so the three of
us can hang out."

"Oh, yeah." He said with the slightest smirk. Dad knew right then that we
were all going to fuck.

"Yes, Bob is a nice guy. We all share nudity. I think it will be fun."

"We share something else in common too, John." Dad could hardly keep a
straight face.

"Yeah, I know." I responded in that `oh Dad' tone k**s use with their
parents.

Dad ignored my tone, as parents always do with k**s saying, "I think it
will be great. We'll have lunch, sit outside, and catch some rays.
Summer's coming. Daddy's got to get a tan on his stud muscle body." Dad
just loved his new body and all the attention he got. I wouldn't put it
past him that he was using that hunky slab of beef on more than just me.

I know one thing. Dad couldn't completely hide his gusto that Bob was
coming over. He outdid himself in the kitchen Saturday with lunch. He was
the "Naked Chef" without the Jamie Oliver English accent.

I called Bob to ask him over and he said sure. There was definitely a tone
of excitement from him as well.

Bob arrived about 1 PM. He showed up at the front door in just a pair of
loose shorts, no shirt, no shoes. I am sure he had driven over naked
putting the shorts on to get from the car to the house. I greeted him
naked at the door, hugging and kissing so the neighbors could see,
particularly Mr. Taylor. I was getting to be a big show off.

Bob took his shorts off before I got the front door closed. `Nice ass, eh,
Mr. Taylor?' I thought.

Dad was in the kitchen. I brought Bob to the kitchen for introductions.
They played it cool; however, I could see them checking each other out.
Both Bob and Dad's dicks were plump. Mine was hard. I offered Bob an iced
tea while we waited for lunch. Bob and I sat at the table while Dad
finished prepping everything. I brought everything to the table and we sat
down for gourmet sandwiches, fresh chips and iced tea.

Dad and Bob hit it off immediately. Their dicks were the first clue.
Subsequent clues were that the conversation never lagged. I think the age
separation of about ten years was a factor, beyond the point that they were
nudists. Bob and Dad's dicks never fully relaxed the entire day.

After lunch, we all went out in the backyard and grabbed some rays. I was
so glad that they enjoyed each other. I felt Dad needed some new friends
since the rest of the family was gone now and maybe he and Bob could be.
We were out there for a few hours. We all started to get a little drowsy.
Dad suggested that we go up to his room and take a nap. Surprisingly,
looking back on it, that is exactly what we did.

I woke up to something different though. Dad was sucking on my cock and
Bob was using his magnificent hands and tongue on my body. They were all
focused on me.

"John, you don't get to do a thing. We are going to work your hot teen
body over." Dad said.

"No reciprocation." Bob added. "Lie there, take it and enjoy." He
smiled.

I got into it. I had become a sponge for the vocabulary of older men.

"Oh yeah Dad suck my cock. Take it all the way down your daddy throat.
Fuck yeah. That is hot Dad. I love that feeling of your hot mouth wrapped
around me dick. Fuck man. Take it all. That's right Dad. You love
sucking my young cock. The cock you produced from your seed. The cock
that you get to taste. Fuck man. Oh yeah. Take it Daddy. I want you to
take my load down your throat. Oh Dad. Oh Daddy yeah. I getting there
man. I am gonna shoot my cream. This cream is for you Dad. Here it comes
Daddy. Here comes your son's juice. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck yeah, fuck
yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah!"

I shot a huge load down my Dad's throat. He loved it. He didn't spill a
drop. When I regained consciousness, I moved around and told Dad and Bob I
wanted to watch them jack off. That was cool with them. I went over to a
chair to sit and watch the show.

Bob and Dad started kissing and fondling each other's nipples. Soon they
were stroking madly. They were too horny for much foreplay. This was
about getting fast and furious load blasting.

"Oh yeah guys. Jack those dicks. Fuckin eh. This is hot. Look at these
two studs working on their cocks. Cum on boys. Shoot those loads. Shoot
those hot man loads. I wanna see jizz. I wanna see cum spurting. Give me
cream guys. Give me man cream."

Bob and Dad shot simultaneously. It was so fucking incredible watching two
men that I cared for jack. They both got into the verbal spewing. After
they finished, I jumped back on the bed and rolled around on them picking
up as much cum on my body as possible.

I looked over at the clock and realized it was time to go to work. I
jumped in the shower, ran into the kitchen to grab a quick bite. Bob said
that we would drive me over to the theater. Naturally, when we got into
the car, Bob took his shorts off and drove me there naked. Man, he was
quite the exhibitionist. Dad invited Bob to come back and have dinner,
which I thought was a nice gesture.

When I got home from the theater that night, Bob's car was still in the
driveway. I went in quietly walking through the house. The house was
silent. I peeked into Dad's room and saw Dad and Bob curled up together
fast asleep. I had a feeling they played again during the evening. They
looked very peaceful and sweet. I took a shower; sat up and watch a little
TV and then I went to bed in my room. I was perfectly happy to be by
myself with Dad having a new friend.


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I woke up late Sunday morning. Teenagers like to sleep in unlike grownups.
Dad and Bob had breakfast long before I rolled out closer to lunch.

I looked out in the backyard. Dad and Bob were sitting in lawn chairs
chatting away drinking iced tea enjoying each other's company. When I saw
this I thought, `this is an interesting turn of events.' I walked into the
kitchen and scrounged around for some food. Ended up with some cereal, as
I knew lunch wouldn't be far behind. I poured some iced tea and walked out
in the backyard sitting down in another chair.

"What's up guys? I see Bob is still here"

"Hi John." Dad said a little sheepishly. "Yeah, we've had a great time
together. Come to find out we have a lot in common."

"Besides me?"

Bob smiled and replied, "Yes John, besides you."

Dad spoke, "Son, you and I have a very open and honest relationship with
each other so I want to tell you how the rest of our day went yesterday.

"Bob came back to the house after he dropped you off at the theater. He
wanted to talk. Like most of us, Bob doesn't have a lot of friends that
share our common desire for being naked. Why don't you talk Bob?"

"I enjoyed being with the two of you yesterday so much. It was fun to be
naked, hang, and even have sex with you guys. I just had to have a little
more. I hope you don't mind me being here, John. I don't want to overstay
my welcome."

I said, "I don't mind at all. It is nice to have some more noise in the
house."

Bob continued, "So I just needed to talk. I felt your Dad was a good
person to do that with."

"Yes, he is." I interjected.

"I have friends, but they want to keep their clothes on. They also rather
assume that if we are going to get naked, we are going to have sex. Even
though that is true most of the time, I do enjoy just hanging naked too.
You guys are the first that I have done that with in a long time."

Dad added, "So son, I am sure you figured out that Bob spent the night and
that we had sex again after you left. I know he is your friend. I don't
want to intrude on that."

"Dad, you are not intruding. You told me that I was supposed to experiment
and let other guys have me, I see no reason why you can't too, even if it
is the same guy. I am actually quite pleased that you found another man
with similar interests. It has been hard for you since Mom left. I've
seen it in your eyes." I could see that Dad almost welled up. He quickly
changed the subject suggesting it was time for lunch.

We went into the house and all three of us participated in getting a lunch
together to have outdoors. I put a tablecloth over the picnic table. Got
plates, silverware, and refilled the iced tea glasses. We sat down and had
a delicious lunch.

Dad commended with a big grin, "Bob has told me his side of your antics
with him at the theater. It sounds even more fun from his perspective."

Even the mention of that got me a boner. "Yeah, Dad, he was very
respectful of me till I had my birthday. We hardly touched each other. We
sure have had fun and particularly since I turned 18." I knew that they
were getting hard as well.

Bob spoke up, "John, I hope you don't mind that your Dad and I talked about
that."

"Not in the least. He was aware of it anyway. He has known that I am an
exhibitionist long before I even knew it. Remember he watched me grow up.
It was very hard for my parents to keep clothes on me.

"I remember one time when I was younger we had a gathering here in the
backyard. Some of my friends were around; the same friends that I played
with in my room. We got to horsing around and they pantsed me. I was only
wearing some shorts anyway, so when I got pantsed, I was naked. I just
decided that I would show them by not being embarrassed about it at all and
stay naked. Kinda took the wind out of their sails.

"The folks were not pleased because it was the neighbors and friends from
work. The neighbors all knew that we were liberal in our clothing options;
however, it was a little much to witness first hand. Dad took me aside
persuading me to put my pants back on.

"I know one thing, Dad. I don't know if you caught that or not, but I seem
to notice Mr.Taylor getting a bit of a tent in his shorts."

Dad responded, "Yeah, I saw it. He excused himself for a few minutes. He
went to the bathroom and jerked off. I went in later and saw extra Kleenex
in the powder room trash can."

Bob interjected, "See guys, there's a man that probably would like to be
naked like us, but can't."

Dad said, "Or he just likes little boys."

Bob remarked, "Oh, I hadn't thought of that. That's not good."

Dad said, "So how about some dessert." With that, Dad got up from the
table with a raging hard on, walked over to the other side where I was
sitting and stuck his Daddy tube steak in my mouth.

Bob got up and proceeded to get behind Dad kneeling down spreading his ass
cheeks and burying his face in Dad butt hole. I could hear both of them
moaning with pleasure. God these guys were amazing. I got down on my
knees as well so that there were two men on their knees servicing Dad.

After several minutes of this, Dad pushed me down on the ground on my back.
Bob stood up stroking his meat to watch what was coming next. Dad grabbed
the butter off the table smearing it into my ass and on his cock. He
wasted no time in putting that hot Dad cock in my hole. He wasn't gentle
about it and I didn't care. The minute he plunged it in there, I was in
heaven.

Bob came around and sat on my face. He said in a real guttural tone,
"Spread my ass cheeks boy and eat me." I had no problem with that.

Bob then leaned forward and started kissing Dad passionately. I knew they
were doing that even though I was not able to see because of Bob two
beautiful mounds on my face. The three of us never moved from this
position. Bob was feverishly jacking his cock off. I could feel his balls
bouncing on my chest. Dad fucked me real hard. Neither was going to last
long. All I heard was lots of moaning and groaning as they never stopped
kissing the entire time. I licked Bob as I relished Dad fucking the shit
out of me.

I could feel that both of them were getting close. Dad's dick was
expanding inside my bowels and Bob's hole was tightening up. The noise
level of the moaning was exquisite. Soon it peaked and I felt hot Daddy
jizz going into my hole and Bob's white man cum shooting onto my chest and
stomach.

When they calmed a bit, Bob got off my face, took his cock and smeared his
cream all over my chest with his dick. Dad didn't pull out. Instead, like
a well-choreographed event, Bob knew exactly what to do next.

"Ok, boy, jack your fucking cock. Let's see that juice. Your Dad and I
need to see you shoot your hot young load. Fuck you are hot. Look at your
Dad still inside you as you jack your cock. Oh, doesn't that feel good?
How many other guys have a hot Daddy who will fuck them and make them feel
so special? You are one hot motherfucker. Come on boy. Let's see. Shoot
that fucking load. Give us that cream man. You can do it. Shoot it.
Shoot it. Shoot it."

And, with that, I shot buckets onto my belly, chest and face. It was like
a slow motion porn flick where it went flying into the air first, landed on
my forehead and cheeks. Oh, man it was hot. I screamed at the top of my
lungs with pleasure.

When it was over, I opened my eyes to see these two incredible men looking
at me. Dad was still inside me. Bob was stroking his cock and working on
his nipples. They both leaned down and lapped up cum off my entire body
and face. Then, they leaned in and the three of us kissed. Fuck it was
amazing tasting all that cream on their tongues. Eventually, they both
fell over onto the grass beside me. We laid there for several minutes.

We got up finally, picked up the dishes, cleaned up the kitchen and then we
all took a shower together in Dad's room. This was followed by a
well-deserved nap on Dad's bed.



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Bob and Dad hit it off more than I ever anticipated. It was great to
witness because I could tell Dad was that happiest I had ever seen him.
Bob started spending a lot of time over at the house. His shifts were
weirder than mine running a hotel. Sometimes I would come home from the
theater, and his car would be in the driveway. I knew he was seeing Dad so
I didn't bother them. Bob didn't come to the theater like clockwork to
jack off any more. He was more sporadic; however, his exhibitionist streak
needed a fix, so it never completely went away even with as much time as
Dad and he spent together.

Dad, Bob and I had sex together often, but I knew that there relationship
was becoming a bond like the one I had beheld at one time between my Mom
and my Dad. They enjoyed sharing me. I don't believe there was any desire
for me not to participate. It is just that they were falling in love with
each other.

My brother David finished his freshman year in college. Unlike the girls,
he wanted to come home for the summer. David wanted the benefit of no
expenses while working all summer for extra money for his sophomore
year. There was plenty of wild oats for him to pursue back in his hometown.
Plus, David had me as a resident mouth if the cunt de jour didn't put out.

Graduation day came. In a certain context, I was not looking forward to
it. Mom and Dad were not speaking any more, except in the details of the
divorce. This was hard because I wanted everyone to be happy and together.
Alas, it was not to be that way.

Looking back on it all, there was a lot more to Mom leaving than met the
eye. It is obvious she needed a new start and a new life. Part of the
catalyst for that happening before I finished school and went to college
was that Dad had moved completely to the gay-side of life.

Dad must have been having sex with other men way in advance of the
situation with me and then with Bob. I don't know when it got started in
earnest and I never asked Dad; I didn't want to know. However, Mom had put
two-and-two together and come up with gay. Had he had sex with Mr. Taylor?
Did he sneak out to the gay bars? Did Dad go to glory holes? Did he have
a man on the side? These things I never asked.

I also suspect that Mom knew that Dad and I were sleeping together and
having sex. This clearly did not go over well with her. She didn't bring
this issue up during the divorce probably because she didn't want others to
know. She also perhaps thought that if others knew, it would reflect badly
on me. She did care for me; however, I was number four and she had had it
by that time.

Dad, on the other hand, missed having everyone in the house. He was the
one that missed the family being together. The girls never came to visit
any more. They had their own lives and I am sure they also suspected what
might be going on at home between Dad and me.

My brother David knew that Dad and I were having sex. He was quite cool
about it. I sometimes think that he wished he could either join or have
Dad for himself; kind of a bonding thing more than anything, because he
really did like girls and was quite the stud on campus.

The big day came and the seating was awkward. Dad, Bob and my brother sat
together and Mom and her new beau sat on the other side of the audience.
They never spoke. It meant that I had to go over to Mom to thank her and
then leave her. Not what I had envisioned for my high school graduation,
but it was what it was.

After the ceremony was over, the four of us, Bob, Dad, David and I went for
a nice dinner. Regardless that it wasn't what I thought it would be all
those years, it was nice. I was with my family. I was with the family
that wanted to be with me most.

Dad, Bob and I had fallen in love with each other. The love I had for both
of them was not the same as the love Dad and Bob had. They were becoming a
couple. I was just part of the package. It was all fine by me. I loved
my Dad more than I loved any other person on earth and I was happy he was
enjoying Bob. They were clearly content with each other.

I also loved my brother very much. He was so cool. I think he felt the
same about Dad; he wanted him to be happy.

We all went home after dinner, of course, taking off our clothes
immediately at the door. Dad and Bob retired to Dad's room, which was
quickly becoming their room.

My brother and I retired to our room. That night David and I had a long
chat about stuff. David wanted to know what all had happened while he was
at school last year. I was very blunt with him about everything.

David was hard the whole time I talked about sex with Bob, the theater, sex
with Dad, sex with Matt, sex with Bob and Dad. I finally said to David,
"You want me to take care of that?"

I leaned over to his bed and put my mouth around his cock. He moaned in
ecstasy. I worked on it for about five minutes or so and then the
unexpected happened. David pulled me up and started to kiss me. This was
wild but what the hell.

I pulled away for just a second and said, "David, are you sure you want to
do this?"

He said, "Yes and we'll talk about it later. Now I want to fuck you."
And, he did.

Sex on a twin bed is hard, but we managed. David was incredibly passionate
in his kissing. He rolled over on top of me moved his dick with mine. He
put my hands up behind my head while he was kissing me holding me like this
was a torrid love affair. He moved all the way up and down my body. He
nibbled on my nipples, which will always make me crazy. I moaned in a low
voice. I am sure that Dad and Bob could hear by this time what was going
on.

He moved down my stomach started to lick my shaft. He went for my balls
and took both of them in my mouth. Even in my advanced state of arousal, I
thought, "I think he has done this before." Then he moved back on my shaft
with his tongue and took his mouth over the head of my dick. As sure as
any cocksucker I had ever met, he took my dick into his mouth and took as
much as he could. After relaxing for a minute or two just keeping it in
his mouth, he went for it, taking it all the way down his throat. Fuck me.
This was hot. David continued this for a few minutes, much longer than I
would ever have assumed. Of course, I never assumed or considered that we
would ever have this kind of sex.

He kept his mouth on my cock while he reached over for some lube. He then
put some on his fingers and started playing with my hole. I moaned even
more. There is no way at this point the rest of the house didn't know what
was happening in the boys room. Still keeping his mouth on my cock, he put
some lotion on his dick.

Finally, he released my cock from his mouth. He got up on his knees,
raised my legs, and put the head of his dick to my hole. He looked
directly at me and said, "John, I am going to fuck the shit out of you."
Moreover, he did.

He plunged his dick into my hole. He was not gentle and I screamed at
first, which turn into loud moans. I said, "Yeah, David. Fuck me. Take
my hole. Give me that brother dick. Oh baby. I want it so bad. That's
it David. Stick it in me. Make it hurt. Shove that dick all the way man.
I want every inch of it. Give it to me. Fuck me man. I want that brother
cum. Yeah David. Fuck me. Oh yeah man. Give me that dick. Oh fuck I
have always loved your cock. I have always wondered what it would be like
up my hole. Now I know and it is hot. You are one hot fucker brother."

While I am going on with my verbal spewing, he pounded me ass. He did not
let up. He just kept bringing his dick out and shoving it back in as deep
as it would go. I kept talking very loud with lots of hot encouragement.
I looked up at his beautiful, manly chest. His nipples were just stunning.
I would suck them all day if I had the chance. His skin was perfect.
There was not an ounce of fat on him. His pecs were so masculine with hair
across and a lovely treasure trail to his crotch. Watching his chest heave
up each time he thrust his dick into me was incredible. Now it was his
turn to speak.

"So here's some straight man sex for you John. Yeah, you love getting
fucked by me. You've wanted my dick all your life. Oh fuck your hole his
hot. Damn, I wish I had done this a long time ago. You are one hot fucker
yourself, brother. You are such a pig when it comes to cock, just as I'm a
pig when it comes to pussy. However, tonight it is about man pussy. It is
about my giving you my dick. You've taken my cream down your throat for
years, but never up your ass. Shit I wish I had done this before. You are
so tight. This is nothing like fucking a chick. You know how to work that
hole. Oh, fuck man. I don't think I can last much longer. Oh yeah buddy.
Oh yeah. Here cums my man cream. Here cums your brother's load. Oh fuck.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!"

I could feel it going into me. Oh my God. What an experience! I could
feel six or seven pumps coming from his dick as my hole wrapped itself
around it. I grabbed my dick and jacked it furiously. It didn't take more
than a minute. My brother just looked at me with his dick still deep
inside as I shot my cream. It hit all the way to my face. When David saw
that he said, "Damn!"

David pulled out and collapsed next to me on the tiny twin bed. We were
both spent. We just laid there looking at the ceiling of our boyhood room.
We were both in a dream state. I didn't know what was going on with David,
but I was perfectly happy to be the recipient of whatever it was. I'm not
proud.

Ten minutes or so went by and David started to talk. "I meant what I said
about that I had wanted to do that for a long time and that I wish I had
done it sooner. You know I am a pussy hound, John, however, college has
brought about opportunities that I never thought I would ever pursue. (I
knew he has sucked more than my cock.) I have fucked a few guys now and
then, and I have to say, it is a hell of a lot of fun. There is much less
hassle. I don't have to buy dinner. Guys just like to fuck and they love
a college jock like me. I seem to be a fantasy or something. Maybe you
can explain that to me more sometime.

"I am dating a steady girl. We have a great time, super sex and I enjoy
her company. But, I realize I need a little more than just one snatch."

Using that term it was clear to me then, as well as now, that David was not
going to settle down and raise a family any time soon. He did continue to
be a pussy hound well into his mid-thirties. Even after he did marry, he
did not have k**s. They had a very bohemian relationship similar to my
parents. David and I never stopped fucking. We continue to this day
whenever it works for both of us.

"So b*o, I love the fact that you are my queer little brother (we were
really about the same size, it is just an expression). We have always been
close and I always want it to be that way. I don't want to take sides with
everything going on between Dad and Mom, but I feel comfortable here with
you all. The family dynamic changed. It is just so relaxed here now that
the girls are gone."

Once again, David is sexist. He never got over that and his wife just
doesn't pay any attention to that part of him.

I kissed him and said that, "as much as I am enjoying this, I have to pee
and I do want to sleep in my own bed tonight. These beds are too small."
David was totally on board with that. Romance was not his strong suit.

The next morning's breakfast was accompanied by some smiles from Dad and
Bob. They never said a word and we did not volunteer. I am sure they
wanted details about why that happened, but were considerate enough to know
that it was between David and me.

David did express to Bob how happy he was that he was part of the family
and part of Dad's life. I thought that was pretty sweet and insightful for
my "straight" college jock brother. I smiled all day.


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The divorce was final shortly after graduation. Mom was a smart woman.
She knew not to convey what was going on in our household. It was none of
her concern anymore. Dad had bought out her half of the house. She left
to start a new life, so had Dad and myself. Mom and I became slightly
closer in later years; however, we were estranged for a long time.

David got his summer job and I got someone new to fuck me. Bob and Dad
were getting more serious. I was feeling leery about spending too much
time in the sack with them. It is interesting when one cock goes away
another one comes to replace it.

I loved the drillings by my brother. We were the same size, but he was
more masculine, more beefy, more aggressive. He was a true top just like
Dad and Bob. Some nights David would come home after fucking some chick,
as he put it. He wouldn't wash his dick off instead requesting my cock
sucking and cock washing abilities to take care of his meat. His dick felt
odd after being in some cunt. I could taste the difference. It wasn't my
favorite thing to do; however, David was so fucking butch and studly, I
wasn't going to say no. Besides, he always produced another load just for
me, even after shooting one down "some strange"; as he would put it.

Rarely were all four of us home at the same time. Dad worked a regular 9
to 5. Bob worked weird hours being a manager of a hotel. I usually worked
seven to closing at the theater. David worked strange hours too. Dad and
I kept up our promise to have dinner together every night. The others
joined us when they could.

Then, July 4th weekend came around. It was the weirdest thing, but we all
had the time off. I never have quite understood how that occurred.
Regardless, it led to one of the most interesting weekends of all of our
lives.

Bob and Dad got up early. They always did. David and I slept in until
close to noon. Well, technically, we were in our bedroom. We didn't
really sleep until noon because David crawled over into my bed for a
morning fuck. I positioned myself early after my daybreak pee in hopes
that I would be the receiver of my brother's incredible cock. I feint
being asleep lying on my stomach with the covers pulled off me. How was
anyone going to resist my ass's invitation? I knew it would just be a
matter of time before I would feel the touch of my brother's knob as it
started the invasion process.

I took my hands spreading my cheeks apart readying for entry. "Mmmmmmmm,
oh David, yeah, fuck my hole." David gently sunk is dick into my cavity
until his pelvis was resting on my cheeks. He then lowered is manly torso
on to my back. I felt his chest sandwiched onto my shoulder blades. Next
I felt his lips onto the back of my neck. He kissed and licked the salt of
my unshowered collar while I lay there thanking Jesus.

"Good morning buddy. You want my load buddy? You want my man cream in
you?"

"Mmmmmmmmmm, yes David. Fuck me. Give me your brother cream." I wasn't
awake enough for my typical verbal spewing. The sounds were mostly grunts
and mmmmmmm's and fuck me's. This was a morning fast/furious fuck. No
romance. No love. Two brothers getting off to start the day. I shot my
load onto the mattress just from the rubbing my dick made by David's
thrusts.

When it was over, David pulled out, slapped me on the ass saying, "Thanks,
b*o." He walked out of the bedroom and I heard the water start for a
shower. I went into Dad's bathroom and did the same.

"So sleepy heads." Dad cajoled us when we got to the living room. "Time
for lunch." He said with a great big smile.

Bob, David, Dad and I all sat down for a naked lunch. We attempted to have
a casual conversation, but it was obvious there was sexual tension in the
air.

Bob brought up the topic of seeing the fireworks tonight. "Guys, I got an
idea for where and what we can do to see the fireworks display this
evening. You all know Moody Park."

David said with a shit-eating grin, "Yeah, that's where all the fags go to
suck cock."

I retorted, "How would you know that, David?"

"Well, I've been told." David responded sheepishly with a little blushing.
We all had a big laugh.

Bob continued, "Anyway. This is my proposal. There is a spot in the park
with a clear view of the fireworks. Nobody goes to the park for the
fireworks. They all go over to the fairgrounds where they shoot off." I
believe he meant that with the intended pun; however, Bob kept a straight
face.

"I want us to go there in my car. We all go naked taking no clothes with
us whatsoever. I think it would be hot for four naked guys to drive around
town."

My cock was hard thinking about it by this point. I bet everyone else's
were too even though I couldn't see because we were sitting at the table.

"We never are all off on the same day so I thought it would be fun to do
some exhibitionism and some risky naked stuff. Anyone game?"

I was the first in my class to raise my hand. "Sure, I'm up for it. It
sounds like a lot of fun."

David agreed, "Yeah. What the hell. It will be like being in school with
some of the stuff I did in my freshman year." Everyone wanted David to
expand on that acknowledgement, but first we needed to hear from Dad.

Dad said, "I don't mean to be a spoiler, but shouldn't we bring some
clothes in the trunk at least?"

Bob said, "We can, but what's the point? If we were to get caught, we
would be caught with nothing on anyway, so why bring clothes?"

There was a peculiar logic to Bob's argument, even though I could think of
a number of reasons to have clothes just in case.

Dad relented, "Ok, let's do it. I've been wanting to publicly expose. Why
not go all the way the first time. Now let's clear the table, clean the
kitchen and go outside to catch some rays. We got to have a good tan for
this evening activity." He said with a chuckle.

We all pitched in and just as I suspected, when we stood up all of us were
in some form of arousal. Bob went up to Dad, gave his dick a pull and
said, "Thank you, babe. It'll be fun."

"I suppose." Dad responded cautiously.

We finished the dishes, got some water and went out on the chaise lounges.
Bob and Dad already had the towels and lotion out. I noticed there was
some lube on one of the small tables. My suspicions were arising.

It didn't take long before all four of us were asleep in our recliners. I
am the deepest of the sleepers in this house, so I didn't hear the
whispering and organizing of my pending awakening. Suddenly, I was pulled
to the end of the lounge. My legs were raised by Bob and Dad with David
smiling between each limb. Dad said, "Bob and I want to witness what you
two have been up to in your room. We think it is time that we see instead
of just hear."

David's cock was rock hard. Bob handed David the lube. David placed some
on my waiting hole and some on his "straight" cock. I was beginning to
wonder about how hetero David really was, but this was no time for
contemplation. I was going to get fuck by my stud muffin brother with my
Dad and his boyfriend watching. How cool is that?

David unceremoniously rammed my rosebud with his seven-inch dong. He had
grabbed my ankles spreading my legs wide. His arms were outstretched,
which accentuated the strength of his pectorals. David pounded my willing
cunt. I would have loved to have a mirror to see the muscles of his ass
and thighs move to the rhythm of the violation.

Dad was the instigator while stroking his meaty rod, "Yeah David. Come on
son. Fuck your brother. Fuck John. I wanna see you work him over. Make
him your bitch David. Dad loves watching his two hot stud offspring
banging. One queer, one straight, both hot. Fuck him. Ride his ass.
Make him scream. Work him over David. Fuck yeah. Look at that hot body
of yours plowing the innards of your little brother. John loves it David.
John loves cock. He's a born bottom whore. Make him whine. Make it hurt.
Cream his ass. Milk him. Give him your jizz. Davidn. Spunk his hole."

David spermed me. It was so hot watching the contortions of his muscled,
zero-fat body tremble into orgasm. All of us are a noisy group and David
screamed with pleasure, as he was unloading into my plunder.

Talk about choreography. David pulled out, took my leg from Bob, Bob moved
into position and plowed into my ass with his chub. Bob was a relentless
as David. There was something very special about the four of us being
together. Bob had fucked me in front of Dad. Dad had fucked me in front
of Bob. But, with all of us together, the bond was cast.

It was David's turn to spew: "Oh yeah Bob. Fuck my b*o. Fuck him hard.
Oh yeah. You hot stud. Work his hole. Make in squeal. John is queer for
you buddy. He loves having you fuck him. Hell, he loves having all of us
fuck him. Hell, he loves having anyone fuck him." We all laughed.

"Come on buddy. Shoot in him. Add to the cream buddy. He wants your
cream. Give him man jizz. Feed him. Breed him. Make him your bitch,
buddy. He likes being the bitch. Come on buddy. Shoot!"

I felt ropes of Bob's juice going into me adding to the mix. I watch Bob's
body shake as he blew his load. It was so different from David's. David
was an Adonis. He was the perfect model specimen of man. Bob was the
mature bear/cub-type, with a little paunch, hairy chest, dark nipples and
the cutest face. He had the kind of body that you wanted to curl up with
and never let go.

For a brief moment, I thought about how much Bob has meant to me. He was
the one that brought me into my own. He is the one that showed me how to
expose. He was the first man beyond my Dad that cared for me deeper than a
basic friendship. That notion was short lived, as Bob pulled out, taking
my other leg, and Dad immediately replaced Bob's spot by boring his Daddy
cock in my willing twat.

Dad thrust quickly to the core burying his cock as far as it would go.
"Yeah John. Daddy's gonna fuck you now. You've had the rest. Now you get
Dad. Daddy loves to fuck his queer boy. You love it John. Oh feel that
spent cum lubing my cock. Fuck yeah. Daddy's little bottom whore.
Daddy's little cunt. Daddy loves to fuck his boy. You are such a
fantastic fuck buddy. I'm so proud of you. You are such a great man and
such a great fuck. Oh yeah buddy. Daddy's gonna cream. Daddy's gonna
shoot his man load. Daddy's gonna give you his sperm. The sperm that made
you son. Take it fucker. Take it now."

Dad unloaded the third round of delicious man fluid in my bowels. Watching
his body ejaculate was different again from the other two. Here is my Dad.
Here is a mature, muscle stud. Here is the person that loves me more than
anyone in the world. Here is the person that made me.

With the continuation of the obviously planned event, Dad pulled out.
David and Bob moved me back so my whole body was on the chaise. They all
got down on their knees, leaned over my torso and started kissing each
other. Dad said, "Jack off John. Shoot your load on our faces."

I didn't need to be told twice. I grabbed my cock jerking it for all it's
worth. I couldn't see it because what was between my eyes and my cock were
three studs sucking face. It didn't take me long before I said, "I'm gonna
shoot, NOW!" They all turned their faces to make sure my load landed on
them. After my body finished shaking, the three of them came up to me and
we all shared my seed. This is what I meant by there was a bond that
happened that day. We weren't going to be a foursome, but we demonstrated
that day that we loved each other.

We all rolled around on the ground for a little bit holding each other,
laughing, and cuddling. Dad finally suggested we all get a shower and take
a nap before dinner and the fireworks. Bob and Dad took each other's hand
walking back into the house to their room to clean up.

David said, "Let's go take a shower."

I said, "I'll wait till you're done."

"No, I mean together. It will be faster and we can catch some zzzeees."
David retorted.

I thought this was a little odd, but I never turned down a David idea. We
got in the shower getting each other fully wet before soaping up. Once we
were soaped, David put his arms around me moving both of us directly under
the spray. He started to kiss me with the passion of a lover.

"You're beautiful babe." David said. "Thank you so much for being my
brother."

I started to cry holding him tightly. It was all so much to take in.

"That's ok baby. It's ok. A lot has happened. You deserve a few tears."
Those were my straight brother David's comforting words. Something was
happening to him as well.

"Ok, let's rinse off and get out of here." David instructed.

We dried off and walked out of the bathroom into our room. David entered
first, plopping down on his twin bed. "Come over here and lay with me
baby."

Wow. David was never this affectionate. What was going on here? I wasn't
about to question though looking at my Greek god sibling. I got into his
bed on my side snuggling my nose into his neck. I put my arm around him.
We were out in an instant.



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I awoke from our nap by my brother David kissing me gently on the lips.

"Wake up babe. We got a big night ahead of us."

I kissed him back. His body was warm from being out in the sun this
afternoon. He smelled so fresh from the shower. I took in his manly aroma
with the resulting immediate hard on.

Why was David being so affectionate? What was this about? Why was he
treating me like his girlfriend? He had never wanted this level of
intimacy with me before. David had been happy fucking me, depositing his
seed into my bowels followed by retreating to our separate twin beds. Now
he wanted to take a nap with me. Whatever it was, as I said before, I was
willing to do.

Our relationship was always about him being in charge. I was the one who
sucked him off. I was the one who sucked his friends off. David arranged
those opportunities. David told me when he wanted my warm mouth around his
cock. I never initiated. David was the one who decided to fuck me on my
high school graduation night. He said that he wished he had taken my hole
years earlier. Was it something about taking my man-pussy that created
this new closeness?

I had the feeling there was more to this than David was letting on or
probably was ever going to express. I was clear in my role though. David
was the top. David was the aggressor. David was the alpha male. I knew
that I was not in love with him in a relationship way, but I certainly was
not foolish. David was the Greek God, the Adonis of the family. No
self-respecting homosexual was going to turn down his advances.

We lay there in each other's arms for a few minutes kissing. It felt so
right and comfortable. He was such a man with a capital M.

David pulled his head back to speak to me. "John, would you mind if we got
rid of all this k** stuff in our room."

"Sure. Why?" I questioned.

"I'm tired of looking at these posters and crap from our past. It's all
k**s' junk. We are no longer k**s. And, I'm real fucking over these twin
beds. Would you be up for splitting the cost of an inexpensive double bed?
If we keep to a double, instead of a queen, we will save a few hundred
dollars."

Now, David was doing a super fuck with my head. I responded. "I don't
object to it, David, but you are leaving in six weeks to go back to school.
I'm going to be going to college soon too. Why spend the money on a new
bed now?"

"I know. It seems silly; however, I'm still going to be coming home for
summers to work. I can make a lot more money here living at home where the
rent and the food are free. You will be doing the same. We might as well
invest in our future for the next three years." He paused for a minute. I
could tell he wanted to say more but wasn't sure he should. He finally
produced a big smile and continued, "Besides, I'm tired of fucking you on a
twin bed. I want more room to maneuver you around." He said it as a joke,
but he was serious. I think that was his primary motivation, but he
wouldn't give that much. I would even be so bold as to say he wanted to
sleep with me after we fucked. David was never going to admit to that. He
was too butch. David did not have an ounce of sissy in him no matter who
he was screwing.

Before I commented further, I thought about suggesting we convert the
girls' room. They weren't coming back. Then we could have separate
bedrooms. David could bring home a chick if he wanted to. Then I realized
that David was not interested in bringing some chick home. David was
interested in a steady hole to fuck and I was the hole. I wasn't about to
suggest that option. If David wanted to sleep with me and fuck me in a
double bed summers and holidays for the next three years, I wasn't about to
say no. "Ok, David. I am willing to contribute $400 to the project."

David's eyes lit up. He immediately went into alpha male plan mode.
"Here's my idea, John. Tomorrow we will empty the room out, go get some
paint and shop for a bed. We can paint the room tomorrow so by the time
the bed arrives it's all done. Is that cool?"

"Yeah, David. It's fine with me."

David kissed me quick in an expression of gratitude and slapped me on the
ass. "Thanks, buddy. It's time to get up." With that, David jumped out
of bed to go to the bathroom leaving me (the girlfriend) laying there
saying to myself, `what the fuck just happened?'

I headed to the kitchen to see how dinner was coming. I was hungry,
confused, and out-of-sorts. I wanted to walk in and say to Bob and Dad,
`you would not believe what just happened', but instead I kept my mouth
shut. I figured David would bring up the topic at dinner.

Dad saw me walking in. My cock was still semi-hard. He gave a big smile
as he looked at my meat. He knew David and I had been together in bed.
After seeing me arrive, Dad yelled, "David, dinner's ready!"

"Ok, Dad. Be right there."

Bob and I brought the food to the table. We all sat down just as David
appeared.

Dad said, "Look's good everyone. Let's eat."

Four hungry, naked grown men can eat. You can imagine the food that went
through that house. The four of us ate more than when it was the six of us
(Mom, Dad and the k**s) growing up. Dad ate a lot because of his workouts.
Bob enjoyed his food as any bear cub does. David was a high-energy guy
burning lots of calories. I prayed that David would know to slow that down
as he got older. I wanted that perfect body to last forever. I realize
now that was stupid to think that way. David was too self-absorbed and too
vain to let himself go. To this day, he is still a stud.

After a few minutes of scarfing, Dad decided to speak. "Guys, I want to
talk to you about something." We were all ears. It sounded a little grim.
"I've been thinking about this for a while now. I wanted to wait until we
were all together at once."

"What is it, Dad?" I inquired with a bit of concern.

Dad realized that he was taking too grave a tone from my question. "I'm
sorry. I'm being a Dad – too serious. I'll lighten up. As you all
know, I bought out Mom's half of the house in the divorce. Unfortunately,
we are still left with a house that looks like it did when the previous
family lived here."

Ouch. That was nasty. I know deep down, Dad was glad for the divorce. He
was happy to have Bob as his boyfriend. He loved the full-time nude
lifestyle the four of us experienced in this home together. He loved the
freedom of a man-only household without hormonal drama and girly shit.
But, he was still bitter. I understood that. I was irritated too. It
took years for me to forgive Mom. I was never close to my sisters again
and they made no effort toward any of us either.

Dad continued, "So I want to have an estate sale. I want to get rid of
everything in the house. Then, I want to repaint inside and out, get new
furniture and a new kitchen. I thought about selling it to start fresh.
This house is free and clear. To sell it properly, we would still have to
repaint and clean up the years of the previous family (There he goes
again.). Why not keep what we've got? Does this sound like a good idea?"

David spoke first. "Yeah, Dad. I think it is a great idea. In fact, John
and I had already decided to do that to our room. We are going to buy
paint and a new bed tomorrow."

Bob and Dad were a little stunned not about the paint, about the singular
use of the word bed. David saw their look with a quick retort, "Yeah. I'm
tired of fucking John on a twin. We are going to buy a double bed." The
whole table laughed, including me, except my face was crimson.

That information loosened the tension in Dad's tone. Then, the next
unexpected thing occurred. Dad got up from the table, walked over to Bob's
seat, got down on one knee, took Bob's hands in his and said, "Bob, I love
you. You are the most wonderful man I've ever met. Would you be part of
this fresh start? Would you move in with my sons and me? I know there are
details to work out, but I want to live with you. I am willing to get a
new place if that would make you feel more comfortable. I just want to be
with you. I love you, Bob."

There was not a dry eye in the house including David. It was so loving and
romantic. Bob replied, "Yes, I would love to live with you. I have never
been so happy in my life with you and your sons. And, I don't care about
houses. Material things are of little importance to me. This house is
just as fine as the next. With your plans, it will feel new anyway." Dad
got up off his knee, lifted Bob to his feet, and they kissed and cried.

Eventually, we all sat down again once the tears stopped flowing Bob said,
"Do you think my little play idea is appropriate under the circumstances?
I mean, you just asked me to live with you and now the four of us are going
to go out on an exhibitionist adventure. Maybe we should do something more
romantic."

Dad would have none of it. "No Bob. I think it is just fine. You met
John by taking off your clothes in the movie theater and jacking off in
front of him. That led to meeting me when John asked you to come over for
an afternoon of naked fun. I think it is perfectly appropriate and
natural. Besides, I want the four of us to be together as a family this
whole weekend. We rarely are all here together."

I understood something about Dad at that moment. Dad had been gay his
entire life. Dad; however, had a larger priority. He wanted a family.
That was why he married Mom. He wanted a family more than he wanted a man.
When he was young, he probably didn't think there was any other way of
getting a family so he married Mom. Now he was able to have a man and a
family. I was so happy for him. I was happy for both of them.

There was a lot more details to work out regarding the house and Bob moving
in full time, but that was enough for one evening. David and I cleared the
table, put everything in the dishwasher and cleaned up the kitchen. Bob
and Dad retreated to the living room for a private chat. David and I
looked in as we went back to our room to see Bob and Dad sitting on the
sofa in each other's arms, not even talking, just being. It was beautiful.

David and I killed an hour in our room before it was time to go see the
fireworks. We were hesitant to go back to the living room to get Bob and
Dad; however, it was time to leave if we were going to go. Back in the
living room, we said in unison, "It's time to go guys."

"Ok." Dad said. They got up off the sofa. Bob got his keys and we jumped
in his little sedan. Bob had put his car in the garage so that we could
leave naked with no clothes in the car. If it had been in the driveway, we
would have had to brought shorts to exit the front door. It was dusk,
about 8:30. Bob drove us to the park. He put the car in a specific spot.
He must have done this before. Bob got out of the car and popped the
trunk. The next thing we saw he was setting up four lawn chairs. He
expected us to get out and sit in the lawn chairs to watch the show.
Jesus. What if someone saw us?

Bob was right, though, there was nobody in the city park. Everyone was at
the fairgrounds. The fireworks show started and the four of us sat there
watching the display and pumping our dicks. Bob said, "Ok, guys, let's
stroke until we see the finale start. Then, let's all shoot off together."
That sounded like a great idea.

It was nice to be outside. The humid summer air smelled sultry. It
definitely brought out the hormones. The trees in the park gave off a
freshness that our backyard didn't have. We had all showered, but the heat
of the evening quickly had us men perspiring.

The fireworks show was typical. It lasted about fifteen minutes. The
amount of fireworks rapidly increased toward the end indicating the climax.
I looked around watching the other three stroke their meat, groan, moan,
all of us watching both shows, the fireworks and the four of us. I was the
first to spurt. David stood over me and shot his load on my belly. Dad
went over, pulled Bob from his seat kissing him passionately as the two of
them stroked their bones. They simultaneously ejaculated on each other's
thighs. When they were done, David brought me over to them for a group hug
making sure our cum mixed on each of us.

Dad exclaimed, "Well, that was fun." We all laughed.

Bob said, "Let's get the chairs in the trunk and drive around awhile." We
got in the car. Bob picked up his phone and sent a text. In a minute,
there was a response. Bob said, "I'm hungry again. Let's go get something
to eat."

"What?" We all said.

Bob laughed. "We'll go through the drive-thru." He didn't expand wanting
us to squirm some more.

"But, we're naked!"

"It's cool. I confirmed the guy working the window is a friend. He would
love to see us."

Bob started the car and off we went. He pulled in the parking lot of a
local burger joint, not a chain and parked. He sent another text to
confirm his friend was in the window. Bob proceeded to the speaker box.
We placed our orders. Bob was stroking again by now. He instructed all of
us to do the same.

We proceeded forward to the drive-in window. There was a nice early 20s
guy. Non-descript. Definitely the burger joint type. He had a big smile
on his face as he looked down into the car of four naked men fondling their
pricks.

"Here's your burgers, fries. Here's a coke, vanilla shake, and two waters.
Thanks guys. You made my night."

Bob said, "If there wasn't a line, I would shoot for you but we jizzed a
little bit ago."

"That's ok, some other time. Thanks Bob for thinking of me."

We pulled away from the window into a parking spot. We were going to eat
our burgers in the car, naked, in the well-lit burger joint parking lot
that was very busy because of the after fireworks crowd. Bob was unfazed
by the whole thing.

Dad said, "I learn more about you every day."

Bob responded, "He's a guy I met a few years ago in the park. We played.
He likes exhibitionism. We haven't had sex in a while. We used to play on
cam at my house. He loves showing off anywhere he can. In fact, you can
see some of his naked pics on tumblr sites. I like to go by and get a
burger when he is on duty. He likes it. I shoot for him if there aren't
cars behind me."

Dad said, "Maybe the two of us could play with him sometime. Do you think
he would be up for that?"

Bob was surprised, but said, "Sure."

"Cool. He's kinda hot in a different sort of way."

"He's got a huge dick. That is his best asset and he loves to have guys
watch him jack it off."

"I'm up for that." I said from the back seat. We all laughed.

We finished our meal. Bob collected all the trash. He got out of the car
and walked over to the garbage can nearby. He didn't think anything of the
fact that there were other people around.

When Bob got back in, David said, "Dude, you are amazing. That took
balls."

Bob said, "Thanks. I like to fuck with people a little. Keeps them on
their toes. Let's go drive around and take some pics." It was getting
late and the crowds were thinning in town. Bob reached into the glove box
to pull out his little camera. Bob drove over to the front entrance of the
mall. The mall was closed. He pulled into the parking lot near the sign
on the main street.

"Here's the deal. Two have to play. One goes and stands by the sign
preferably hard. The other has to get out taking the picture."

I jumped at the chance. "I'll stand by the sign."

David said, "I'll take the picture."

David and I both got out of the back seat. I ran over to the sign. My
dick was primed again, which Bob wanted. David took the shot and we ran
back to the car. We jumped back in breathing heavy. It was a rush.

Bob peeled out driving to the big box hardware store where David and I were
going to buy paint tomorrow. This time he drove right to the front of the
store. "Who's next?"

Dad said, "I'll go."

I said, "I'll take the shot."

Dad jumped out of the car and walked up to the front automatic sliding
doors. The place was closed. I got out to take the picture. Then we
walked back to the car instead of running.

Bob then drove to the local bank. Our bank. "Next."

David said, "I'll pose. You take the picture Dad."

"Ok."

Dad and David got out of the car. David was boned. He went right to the
big neon sign and started jerking himself. D