Disclaimer 1: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real person or events is purely coincidental.

Disclaimer 2: This is a fantasy, written as if at least some pre-pubescent children enjoy and desire sex with adults. The reality is quite different: when a man (or even post-pubescent boy) has sex with a pre-pubescent boy, 99% of the time or more it's against the child's will, or the child has been tricked into it or doesn't know how to say, "No." And the damage done to the child's psyche can be horrific, leaving him unable to ever enjoy sex, or pathologically afraid of sexual situations, or the opposite: feeling that he is ruined, worthless, and should give himself to anybody who comes along. So don't use this story as an excuse for molesting your son or any other little boy or girl.

So, that said, let us begin:

Whatever Russell Wants...

by A. P. Damien

"Your pup -- your ten-year-old son -- just told me I should 'be willing to share you'. What, exactly, did he mean by that?"

Busted. When your fiancé gives you that look... I asked a counter-question to give myself time to think. "What was the context?"

"He told me he understood I was going to be his new other-Dad, and he hoped I'd make you happy and the other way around. And then he gave me that line about sharing."

"If I had to guess..."

Russell came in and gave me a "don't be an idiot" look. "We can trust Lucas, Daddy, I can tell, 'n besides, he's gonna be my new Other-Daddy. He'll be living with us all the time. We gotta trust him. Please, Daddy?"

I was so busted.

"Tell me what?" Lucas asked.

I was a sucker for Russ's "Please," and now both of them were giving me that look. I cleared my throat and did my best to explain.

"It all started with a sleepover. Russell invited five of his friends over for his seventh birthday. We'd planned for a longish party, then they'd all camp out in the backyard. They spent the afternoon on the playset. Whenever they got too hot, one of them turned on the hose and they took turns spraying each other. When they got tired of that, I served cake & ice cream, then put a "Three Mooses" movie in the DVD player and gave myself a well-earned rest. I ordered in a bunch of pizza, and was instantly voted 'Daddy of the Year'."

"Well, you are," Russell put in, "The other daddies do hamburgers 'n hot dogs in the summer. I like them. But they take forever to cook. 'N it's the same thing over and over. But pizza... lots of different tastes 'n it's so delicious."

"You see what I mean?" I shrugged. "After dinner they wanted another movie, so I put in Reynard and the Chocolate Factory. The idea of an honest fox... had everybody in stitches. And halfway through, it started raining. Well... you know it never rains in Tucson in April, but it was pouring. Nobody wants to camp out in the rain, so after the movie we rearranged the living room to make room for six pups to sleep.

"And then what?"

"We were too excited to go to sleep." Russell said, "We played 'Spin the Bottle'. The spinner had to lick the other person's face -- like a dog. And everybody laughed. After a while we got bored with that 'n we switched to 'Truth or Dare'. We were being quiet about it, really. But then Mel spun, 'n the bottle pointed at Jared, 'n he said, 'Dare' 'n Mel challenged him to do a handstand for a minute, 'n Jared ha'n't buttoned his PJs, 'n when he was upside down we could all see his pee-pee. We were already pretty giggly so we all started laughing."

"I'd gone up to my room to work on my latest book. I got several pages done, then I noticed it was getting noisy. I walked downstairs..."

"Jared did his handstand." Russell interrupted, "He was giggling really hard, but he did it. Then he spun the bottle again, 'n Daddy got to the bottom of the stairs just then. He said, 'You cubs are supposed to be asleep.' 'N the bottle was pointing right at Daddy. So we giggled about that, 'n Jared asked, 'Truth or Dare, Mr. Sawyer.' Daddy just stood there with his mouth open. So we all started laughing again."

"It took me about 3 seconds to realize what was going on. Looking back, I realize I should have been the grown up and just told them to quiet down. But I said the first thing I thought of, which was 'Dare.' I figured they'd make me crow like a rooster or something silly like that."

"And Jared just looked at Daddy 'n dared him to show us his pee-pee."

"And I said, 'Now, wait just a darn a minute,' but the problem was, by saying, 'Dare,' I'd accepted the rules of the game. I had to do the dare, or be a welcher. Then Fifi said, 'I'll show mine if you show yours,' and Haim said the same thing, with Jared about a second behind. I was stuck. So I pulled down my PJs and let them look."

"You didn't," Lucas said.

"I sure did. It was almost like I was in a trance of some sort. And they all came up to get a close look. Haim and Fifi had pulled down their bottoms, and Fifi was sitting with her legs crossed giving me a good view of her bunny-slit. Jared was staring at my penis with his green eyes wide and his mouth open. After a few seconds, he reached out slowly toward it. That woke me up from the trance. 'Don't,' I told him, and pulled my PJ bottom back up. Jared looked around and noticed Haim & Sabrina and remembered his promise. So he pulled his bottom off completely, and lay down with his legs spread. I could see his little pucker, and his little tiny ferret-penis, and... everything. Cubs these days... It's a miracle none of them talked about it, I would have been charged with some sort of indecency with minors, or at least thrown out of the neighborhood. But by some miracle, they all just looked and nobody told their parents."

"So?"

"I went back upstairs. The cubs were quiet the rest of the night, so I figured it was just isolated curiosity or maybe Jared wanted to score one on the grown-up. But when I got into bed, I tossed and turned, remembering... thinking about Jared's expression as he put out his hand. He'd looked, well, hungry. At last I gave up and jacked off, imagining Jared's little hand wrapped around my cock, stroking up and down, faster and faster, until I came."

"So you had a 'thing' for little boy-kits?"

"Yeah, I guess so. I hadn't realized it until that party, but Jared made me aware of it. Of course, I wasn't planning to do anything about it, just thinking about the harm I could do made me feel sick. But Jared started becoming part of my fantasies."

"Tell Lucas about Mr. Connors's party, Daddy."

"Okay, Punkin. Nathan -- Jared's father -- used to live next door. About four months after Russ's party, he organized a 'mixer'. At least that's what he called it. He invited a bunch of his friends and co-workers: singles, divorced, widowed like me. Put out a bunch of snack foods, showed a romantic comedy on his home theater. After dinner, he put out four Twister® boards on his living room carpet, because there were so many of us. He then announced we would be playing 'strip twister'. If you fell, you had to take off an article of clothing, then you were allowed to find a new spot with the required color dots. When you were down to only your undies, you could choose to drink a shot instead.

"Sounds pretty risque."

"Well, he'd sent the kits downstairs to the rumpus room with a bunch of snacks and toys and simple board games and G-rated DVDs, and a couple of teenage girl-pups from across the street to watch them. So it was adults only, and after all, the whole purpose of the party was get people hooked up."

"Did you win, or lose."

I continued, pausing occasionally to remember as accurately as I could.

"I'm pretty agile, but some of the people there were 10 years younger than me. Eventually I was down to my Fruit-of-the-Looms, and drank a shot instead of going naked. A while later, another shot. After that, I wasn't so steady, so I ended up having a few more. By then, taking my undies off didn't seem like such a bad idea, so there I was playing Twister naked. But the drinks caught up with me, and I started feeling woozy. Nathan's girlfriend-- a skunk-girl -- guided me upstairs to one of the guest bedrooms to recover -- by that time it was the only empty bedroom."

I sat there a while, then I lay down. I was just starting to drift off to sleep when a real hunk of a rat walked in. More accurately, "staggered in." Ulric, I think his name was. Stark naked, like me.

"Oh, I didn't know this room was in use," he said.

"That's okay," I answered. "I'm here on top of the bed, you can get into the sheets. I won't bother you, I promise."

"Okay," he said. Then he seemed to notice that I was just as naked as he was. He looked at my cock -- already starting to swell from looking at him -- with that same wide-eyed, jaw-dropped stare that I'd seen on Jared in that Truth or Dare game. "And what if I want to be bothered?"

"Well, in that case..."

He leaned over and kissed me. Then he lay down with one leg across mine, and we kissed some more. Then there was groping, and me kissing his nipples, and I was hard as a rock and he had his hand around my cock... And he jumped up and ran for the bathroom. I heard him throwing up in there. When he came back, he looked sheepish. "I'm sorry, that kind of ruined the mood for me. And I don't feel so good..."

"That's okay," I told him. What else can you say in a situation like that?

Ulric had left the bathroom door half open. There was a mirror on it, and in the mirror was a green eye and some light-brown curls that looked familiar...

Ulric climbed under the sheets and fell asleep. I was frustrated, but I didn't want to jack off with Ulric in the bed next to me. I pulled the coverlet over myself, turned off the light, closed my eyes, and fell asleep. Eventually.

"Look, Norman," my beloved beaver said, "I don't care about your previous conquests. Or even your failures. I just want to know what's going on with my future step-son,"

"I'm leading up to that. You need to hear the whole story or you won't understand what's going on."

"He's right, Uncle Lucas," Russell put in. "It all goes together."

I woke up a couple of hours later. Ulric was gone, but there was a warm body under the coverlet with me. A naked warm body. Snuggled up, fur pressed tight against mine from chest to crotch. That's what woke me up. When I moved, two hands came up and pulled my head down for a kiss. A deep kiss. He tasted delicious. I responded in kind. We moved on, me nibbling on his ears, sucking on the side of his neck. I reached for his cock, but he pushed my hand farther down to caress his backdoor. "Ummm..." he murmured as I felt it.

Then a hand was around my cock, moving slowly up and down. I was incredibly hard by then, even more because of my unfinished encounter earlier. When I started leaking pre-cum, he spread it over the head of my cock, then guided my fingers into his ass -- which was already coated with lubricant. I think even one finger would have been a tight fit. Three was... barely doable.

"Here," he whispered, and pulled me on top of him. I found his tailstar and pressed against him. "Aaah!" he gasped out, but his legs wrapped partway around mine and urged me in. He was tight, very tight, so I moved slowly. Another "Aaah!" and I was in. I started moving slowly, and his legs pulled me into a rhythm. The state I was in, I only lasted a couple of minutes, but he moaned "Ohhhhh" just before I came inside him.

He slipped out of bed while I was recovering and padded quietly out of the room.

I went back to sleep again, feeling very relaxed and happy.

"Wait a minute," Lucas asked. "Are you saying that he... that you..."

I nodded, and went on with the story.

I woke up again around midnight. As the fog cleared from my brain, I realized what was weird about that encounter. The furry body pressed against mine had been short. Nearly two feet shorter than me. From shoulders to mid-thighs, he had barely reached from my chest to my crotch. My head had been bent down as far as it would go when we kissed. And that asshole... Had been very, very, tight. A virgin might have a tailstar that tight, but he'd clearly known what he was doing. And when I'd felt for his cock it had seemed rather small. That's probably why he immediately moved my hand to his pucker. And I remembered the green eye in the mirror. I was starting to get a bad feeling about this.

I suppressed the urge to run to the bathroom and throw up. Instead, I switched on the lamp, got dressed, walked next door. I threw up in my own bathroom, rinsed out my mouth, brushed my teeth, and went back to bed.

I was still feeling the effects the next morning, so when the alarm went off I hit the "snooze" button without thinking about it. That meant I had to rush breakfast for Russell, luckily he'd gotten dressed all by himself. I walked Russ out to the curb, and Jared was already waiting for the school bus. He looked at me, winked, and licked his lips. I couldn't think of a single thing to say, but I felt my face heat up under my fur. I turned away and walked quickly back into the house.

Jared came over after lunch Saturday to play with Russell's new Lego "Dragon Battle". There was a predatory look in the ferret-kit's eye that made me nervous, so I busied myself in the kitchen making cookies and popcorn. Then I went outside to do some gardening, but we were having a heat wave in Orlando -- the heat and humidity soon drove me inside again. The cubs were having a "tea party" in the playhouse I'd made Russell, so I figured I was safe. After a couple of hours I put them down for a nap in Russ's bedroom. After I kissed Russell on the cheek, Jared wanted one too. But he managed to turn his head at the last second and kissed me right on the lips.

I went back to my office to write, but Jared came tip-toeing in a few minutes later with a small bag in his hand. "Do you need some water or something," I asked him.

He shook his head No. "I want another kiss."

"Now look, young'un..." I started.

"Don't get all stuffy, Mr. Sawyer. Please? It's not like you forced me or anything. I wanted it. I liked it, you liked it. So stop hammering the teapot."

Hammering the teapot? What? Must be something Jared picked up from his great-gramp. Anyway, I got the gist: Don't make a mountain out of a molehill. "Hmmm... Maybe, but I don't think you came."

"Oh, that thing where people make noises and white goo comes out the end? Naw. But it felt really nice. And I like you. Really. A whole lot. I think I love you."

"Oh, that's just a crush. I can't take advantage of..."

Jared looked disgusted. "Not a crush. Something more. I don't know what to call it. But it's not just a crush. And it's not just the pleasure, it's something about you that I really like." He hopped up into my lap. I was already half-erect from our talking, and this didn't help things one bit.

He wriggled in my lap, and laughed. "And you feel the same way about me." He wriggled again for emphasis.

"Do you know what they do with child molesters in this state?"

"You didn't molest me. Maybe I molested you. And I want to 'molest' you again. C'mon, give me a kiss."

Now, again, I should have stood up, dumped him on the floor, and told him to go back to bed. But I didn't have a girl- or boyfriend at the time, and it had been so very good Wednesday night. And I couldn't help remembering his pleasure moan at the end.... And he was still wriggling, right on top of my -- now very hard -- cock. So I just sat there with him on top of me. But I remembered one thing... he'd known what he was doing....

"Wednesday night wasn't your first time. You knew exactly how. You've 'gone all the way' before, haven't you?"

"Sure, Mr. Sawyer."

"Who got you started?"

"Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies," he replied. "I won't tell on you. And I won't tell on anybody else, either."

"Anybody? That sounds like more than one fur."

"Young or old, one or a dozen. I'm not telling. I'll tell you this. I liked it the first time. I liked it every time. I liked it a whole bunch with you."

I sat silently digesting this.

"If it makes you that nervous, Mr. Sawyer... You just sit there. I'll do everything. It won't be your fault. I 'molested' you, okay?"

I didn't say anything. I couldn't think of an answer. "Yes," would mean I was agreeing to this. "No," would mean he'd stop. So I did what he said: I just sat there while Jared stood on the chair, bent over and took my head in his little hands, and kissed me, then nibbled my lower lip. My mouth had a mind of its own, apparently, and my tongue found his and played with it. He undid my shirt and pulled it off, then pulled my T-shirt over my head and rubbed his hands over my chest and belly.

Then he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a furry chest with big nipples for a kit his age. He took my hand, sucked two fingers into his mouth to wet them, then used them to rub his own nipple. After a minute or so he was moaning in pleasure and I was breathing hard. He stopped just long enough to take off his trousers and undies, revealing his tiny penis. He turned around, giving me a fantastic view of his ass. Then he faced me again and wrapped my hand around his little cock. I spent a while rubbing it, trying not to think about his age

He bent down, unzipped my jeans, and reached into my boxers to bring out my cock. He reached into the bag and brought out a small tube, squeezed some onto his hand, then spread it around my cockhead with his fingers. It felt so nice, I nearly came right then. I heard a voice murmuring, "Please... please... please..." and realized it was my own. He turned around, twisted his tail out of the way, reached behind him, held me in one hand and slowly squatted down to position my cockhead against his rosebud. Then he lowered himself farther, his knees on either side of my thighs, driving me all the way into him. He started moving up and down on me. I wasn't quite so over-excited, and managed to last a few minutes, but he started moaning in pleasure again, and the sound sent me over the edge.

When I had shrunk out of him, he took some tissues from my desk and cleaned me off, then himself. He tucked me back into my boxers with a loving pat, then zipped up my jeans. He put his clothes back on, slowly, making sure I got a good look at every stage, a sort of strip-tease in reverse. He kissed me once more, tender and lingering, then hopped back to the floor and rejoined Russell in his bed.

Russell and Jared scheduled another sleepover the next weekend. This time, I knew it was a setup. So I did my best to get out of it. I tried to get one of the teenagers across-the-street to come over and babysit, so I could go out on a date -- I'd go out even if I had to date Broom-Hilda. But Phyllis had a date and Marcia had the flu. Then I called my agent and said I'd do a book signing anywhere, as long as it was far enough away to require an overnight stay. He called me back the next morning and said he tried, but wasn't able to get anything on such short notice.

So I got ready. I put together a complicated dinner that had to be cooked at the last minute, which kept me busy all afternoon. I left Russell and Jared with a bunch of Disney/pixar DVDs and their toys while I washed all the pots and pans and dishes afterward. That kept me busy until their bedtime. I put them to bed and headed straight for my room -- I'd turn off the lights, lock the door and pretend to be asleep. I should have known better. To misquote Stranger in a Strange Land, "when a kit is gonna, he's gonna. All a fur can do is cooperate with the inevitable." Jared walked in right behind me. I turned around, saw him, and said something brilliant like, "Wha...".

"Shhh!" he said. "We'll have to be quick. I told Russ I needed to go to the bathroom real bad." And just like that, he pulled off his clothes, unzipped and pulled down my jeans, climbed on the chair, pulled my head down for a long kiss, then spread lube on my cock. He bent his knees, impaled himself on me, and started moving up and down like somebody dribbling a basketball. I came inside him while he moaned. He cleaned us up and headed back to Russell's room.

After a couple more incidents like that, I realized I was falling in love with Jared. Not the adult love I'd had with Russell's mother before that drunk driver, but I guess the same kind of "in love" that Jared felt toward me. I was happier, more content, with him around. Not just for sex, just seeing him. Or knowing he was downstairs playing with Russell. And I stopped resisting. I showed him the drawer where I kept my lube, and whenever he wanted, I was ready. Jared started coming over to play with Russell more often. He knew how to do basic things in a kitchen, and he'd often bake Pillsbury roll cookies or biscuits, or make microwave popcorn. And he would always bring me a sample. A freshly-baked cookie or biscuit is delicious. When you add a French kiss and a few seconds of groping, it's absolutely wonderful.

Jared was a study in contradictions. His pronunciation was nearly as good as an adult's, but his diction was still that of a child, simple sentences strung together with "and". He played simple video games with Russell, but in bed he acted like an adult in a child's body: he knew what he wanted and wasn't reluctant to ask for it.

We fell into a routine of sorts. At least one good kiss every time Jared visited. I often wore loose t-shirts and sweat pants around the house, so he could just reach in and grope me. Sex once or twice a week, usually with Jared on top. Or sometimes dog-style. Jared liked that a lot, but I preferred seeing the look of pleasure on his face while we fucked.

I did wonder who initiated Jared. His father? About 90% of child molesters are either relatives or family acquaintances. But Nathan's preferences... I never saw him with someone under 25, most of his affaires-du-couer were female, around 30 and a little bit plump. The few males ran to late 30s or more, and pumped. Looking back on the Twister game, his then-date had been about 35, with boobs out to here. Then again, should you call what happened with Jared "molestation"? Most people consider any sexual activity with a child to be molestation, but the word really means unwanted touching or advances -- the Latin root "moles" means "trouble", "difficulty", or "annoyance". It was pretty clear that when Jared had sex with me, it was anything but unwanted, troublesome, or annoying.

Then one Saturday night -- a sleepover -- we were fucking like bunnies, dog-style. Pretty vigorous, Jared was braced against the headboard, moaning and panting. And the door opened and Russell walked in. He looked at us, me pounding into Jared, except that as soon as I saw him I stopped. Jared looked around to see why I stopped, and muttered, "Uh, oh."

But Russell just looked at us, turned, and left. I was so embarrassed. I started to wilt, but Jared started moving against me. Then he clamped down hard on me and that was it, I screamed as I spurted inside him.

Okay, so you were screwing Jared. And your son caught you, so you started doing him too?

"It wasn't like that, Uncle Lucas. Really. Let me tell the next part?"

I nodded, "Okay."

"I woke up, went into the bathroom to pee, and there were these strange squeaking noises coming from Daddy's room. Loud, and real fast, squeee, squee, squee, squee. And Jared hadn't been in bed when I woke up. So I went to see what was happening. And there were Daddy and Jared, no clothes. They were bouncing around on the bed. It didn't make any sense. But I found out what was making that odd noise. And where Jared was. So I went back to bed.

"Next morning, I asked Jared about it, 'n he said something about liking Daddy a lot. He said most cubs our age didn't like it. But he did, it felt good, 'n it made Daddy feel good. I liked feeling good. Eating ice cream, going way up in a swing, things that made me feel good, 'n making Daddy feel good, that sounded nice too. 'C'n I make Daddy feel good, too?' Well, Jared looked real nervous, 'n he stammered. He always talks so nice. He sounds more like a 10-year old than like our other friends, 'n finally he said I should talk ta Daddy about it. But I should spend a long time thinkin' about it first. He also said I should never tell nobody about what I saw. Not teachers or the school couns'l'r, not even our best friends at school. He said if anybody found out, they would take Daddy away, 'n I would have to go live with strangers. That sounded horr'ble. So I never said nothin' about it to anybody but Daddy and Jared. And now you. I trust you, please?"

Most of the time Russell's pronunciation was pretty good, but when he got excited he tended to simplify words as he had when he was four.

I went on:

The next time Jared came over, he told me what he and Russell talked about. I was glad he'd warned Russ not to tell anybody. For me to say that would be too much like the abusing father telling his little pup to keep his mouth shut or bad things would happen. After that, we were careful to always keep the bedroom door locked.

---

But a week later, Jared told me, "Russ wants to watch us."

"What?"

"He said he thought about it. And he wasn't sure, and maybe if he can see us do it he'll have a better idea whether he wants to."

"You're part of this too. How do you feel about letting him watch?"

"Oh, no problem."

I stopped to consider. "I'm worried that even watching us will frighten him or something. What do you think? Did you ever watch?"

He nodded. "I watched two people. It didn't bother me, it made me excited. But I don't know how Russ will react."

I thought about it some more. The risks of letting a little pup watch me fuck his best friend. The risks of making it seem all mysterious and scary. I finally decided knowledge was better than mystery. "Okay, we can show him before the two of you have your nap."

"Mmmm hmmm..." Jared nodded, grinning saucily at me. We talked about it some more, and decided that Jared would be the leader, visibly in control, like that first time in my bedroom.

I told Russell my decision at breakfast. "A little bit after lunch, okay, punkin?" Russ nodded. "And if you change your mind, that's okay, too." "Sure, Daddy." He nodded again.

I ordered pizza again for lunch, it was the cubs' favorite food. After lunch I put a Dorsey Day/Rock Hudson comedy in the player. If Russell said "Yuck! Mush stuff," or something like that, I'd remind him that Jared and I were going to do "mush stuff." But he watched it intently. He didn't always seem to get the motivation, but he liked the film and laughed in all the right places.

Then we went up to the bedroom. We usually did our foreplay under the covers, but Russell would want to see everything, so I'd turned up the heat a couple of degrees. I adjusted my desk chair to be comfortable for Russell. "You don't have to do this," I reminded him. "If it scares you, or makes you want to throw up or anything else bad, speak up and we'll stop."

"Yes, Daddy." Russell stuck out his tongue at me, then grinned

Jared and I sat down on the bed and started kissing. Then his tongue touched my lips and I opened my mouth to him. We pulled apart a couple of inches so Russ could see our tongues.

"Why are you doing that?" Russell asked.

"It feels good," Jared said.

"Everything we're doing here, we're doing because it feels good," I added. "Okay, punkin?"

"Okay, Daddy."

I returned to kissing Jared, nibbling gently on his lower lip. He turned his head and I raked my teeth gently over his earlobe for a couple of minutes. Then he grabbed my head and returned the favor. He turned his head and nibbled on my ear. Then I did the same to him while he ran his hands through my headfur. He lifted up my shirt and rubbed my chest, then he unbuttoned his shirt so I could play with his nipples. I stole a look at Russell to see how he was taking this. He was watching us intently, but I didn't see any signs of distress. Good.

Jared grabbed my head and pulled me down to his nipples. I flicked one with my tongue until he started moaning non-stop, then the other. I took it gently into my mouth, with just a little suction the way he liked it. When his moans peaked and then became quieter, I switched back to the first nip. I went back and forth a few times, extracting loud moans of pleasure. Then Jared stood up, undid his jeans, and pulled them off, followed by his BVDs.

"Up," he said. I stood up, and he pulled down my sweat pants, then my BVDs. I stepped out of them, and he took my cock in his hand and gave it a firm squeeze. Then he lay down on the bed, and motioned for me to lie next to him. I started kissing his nipples again, and he took my hand and pulled it to his cock. I started caressing the head, then the shaft. He moaned louder. But a minute or so of that and...

"Enough of that," said Jared. He gave my shoulder a push, and I rolled over face-up on the bed.

I looked at Russell again. He was staring at us with that same hungry look -- wide eyes and mouth slightly open -- that Jared'd had at the Truth or Dare game. If fucking 7-year-old Jared was a bad idea, then screwing my own son was a worse one. But would I have a choice in the matter? I had a very bad feeling about this...

Jared climbed over to straddle me, his tail high in the air, then slowly lowered himself until he felt me at his hole. Then he, too, looked over at Russell and saw that same look. He gave a satisfied nod, moved around a little to find the right spot, and worked me into him with one quick wriggle. He sat there a few seconds, both of us enjoying the sensation of his ass impaled on me. Then he started to move, raising himself up, then lowering himself. Slowly at first, then faster, both of us moaning. Then nearly bouncing on the bed, up-down-up-down. My climax was near, and I put one hand firmly over my mouth to stifle my scream. That might leave Russell with the impression I was being hurt.

Once he felt me cum inside him, Jared slowed down, still moving but less frantically, until my slowly shrinking cock slipped out of him. Then he let himself fall on top of me for a long, slow kiss.

"Wow," Russell said. "Was that really as much fun as it looked like?"

"It was for me," I answered.

"Me, too," said Jared. "Maybe not as much fun as for your dad, but still a lot of fun."

"Wow, again."

Jared went into the bathroom and came out with a damp towel. He cleaned us both off, then sat smiling at me. I smiled back, it was wonderful having this little ferret make love to me. The feelings we had for each other... how he turned me on.

Eventually our breathing returned to normal, and it was time for me to be the Daddy again. "Okay, kids. Time for your nap."

"Yes, Daddy."

"Okay, Mr. Sawyer."

I chivvied them off to Russell's room, read them a few pages of "bedtime story," then turned off the light and went back to my office.

---

A few days later, Russell came into my room.

"Yes, punkin?"

"I want to do it with you, Daddy. What you were doing with Jared."

Well, there it was. As bald as a shaved ass. But something still told me this would be a bad idea -- at least right now. "Do you trust Daddy, punkin?"

"Yes, Daddy, of course."

"Well, I think you're not ready, even if you want to. Will you believe me?"

"Yes, Daddy, but..."

"But what, punkin?"

"I really want to make you feel good. Please, please, please..."

"We'll talk about it tonight, okay, Russ?"

"Okay, Daddy."

Then I sat and thought. How was I going to keep Russ happy without fucking my son? I went downstairs and found Russell playing with his dragon battle. He looked up with a hopeful expression.

"Russ, pup, could you go next door and see if Jared can come over and play with you?"

"Sure, Daddy." He gave me a knowing look.

He came back with Jared a few minutes later. I put out glasses of pink lemonade, and they played a few minutes, then Jared looked up. "You asked Russ to bring me over. So you want to talk about something, right?"

I nodded. The two of us went upstairs, and I told him about my dilemma. He agreed that Russell was probably not ready for fucking yet.

"But that doesn't mean the two of you can't have fun together. Teach him to do it with his hands. Fucking depends on the state of his body, but using his hands only depends on his state of mind. And that, at least, seems to be ready. Maybe as ready as me."

I thought about it. Imagining Russ's hands stroking me. I was almost instantly hard, but I needed to think with the head on my shoulders, not the one between my legs. Jared went downstairs to play with Russell some more; I took a cold shower, and turned the idea over in my mind, probably for a full half hour. Then I went downstairs and nodded to Jared. He smiled and nodded back.

I made dinner: a good hot soup, Southern Fried chicken, and chess pie. Russell and Jared were still talking a mile a minute, so I suggested Russell walk him home -- all fifty feet of it. Of course, once they got there they wheedled Nathan out of another dessert, but what the heck, they're growing cubs. Russell came back about half an hour later.

"Hi, Daddy, I'm home. Have you decided?"

"Yes. You remember what I said about your body not being ready for what Jared and I have been doing?"

"Sure."

"Well, there are other ways to have fun. If you like, I'll teach you something that will be all your own, instead of a copy of what Jared and I do."

"Just for me? That sounds nice, Daddy."

"I think it will be. Let's go upstairs." I led Russell up to my bedroom, and patted the bed for him to sit down. He did, looking at me curiously.

"Now... if you start feeling nervous, if you want me to stop, any time something doesn't feel right, you tell me, okay?"

"Sure, Daddy, I'll tell you."

That was the best I could hope for. I undressed for bed, but didn't put on my PJs. I just stood there and let him look. He did.

"Remember when Jared dared me at the sleepover?"

"Sure, Daddy. That was really funny."

"Remember what it looked like? Just dangling down loose?"

"Oh... yeah, sure."

"Look now. See, it's standing up, kind of sticking out?"

"Yes. Why's that?"

"Because of what we're going to do. It's like that when I 'do things' with Jared, too."

"Oh, right."

"It was soft before. It's all hard now. You can touch it if you want."

He reached out a hand, tentatively, and touched my penis, causing a pulse of pleasure.

"That's right, punkin. See how it feels. Remember, stop anytime you want to."

"Sure, Daddy." He took hold of it, touched the head, the little area under the head, the shaft -- bottom, top, and both sides, feeling it gently with his fingers, then stroking it with his palm. I concentrated on my current tech-writing assignment so as not to cum from this treatment. Then he reached for my balls.

"Careful," I said, taking his hand for a moment. 'Those are very sensitive, you have to touch them very gently or it will hurt."

"I don't want to hurt you, Daddy."

"You won't, as long as you're gentle. Go ahead."

So he touched my balls gently, cradled them in his hands, and looked at them. At last he seemed satisfied. "What now, Daddy?"

"Now it's your turn."

"Oh, Daddy, you've seen me naked lots of times, giving me a bath when I was little."

"That was different. Then I was just thinking about getting you clean. Now I'm thinking about 'feeling good', that's why it's standing up like that. Oh, and now that I think of it, you don't have to take off everything. Keep your undies on, okay?"

"Sure." Russell pulled his T-shirt over his head, showing his tiny nipples. He pulled off his shoes and sox, then unzipped his slacks and pulled them off. He stood in front of me, looking desirable, maybe even more than Jared, and that was saying a lot.

"What's next, Daddy?"

"This time, you just watch." I went into the bathroom and came back with a bath towel and a tube of K-Y. I spread the towel over the bed, and sat down on it. Then I squeezed some lube onto my palm, and spread it over my cock.

"What's that for, Daddy?"

"It's to help me feel good."

"Can I do it?"

"Next time, punkin, next time. I promise."

"Okay." He looked a little bit sulky, but continued to look. He seemed fascinated, like a bird staring at a snake.

I wrapped my hand around my cock and started stroking, slowly. Russell watched intently. I looked at his nipples and thought about kissing them. Then I looked at his briefs. They were opaque, but I knew what would was under them. "Russell, punkin, would you come here and kiss me?"

He did, on the cheek.

"On the lips, punkin. If we're going to be lovers, we kiss mouth to mouth."

"Like this, Daddy?" he asked, then planted his lips on mine. When he pulled back, I was breathing hard.

"Yes, punkin, just like that."

"Umm.. you're right. That is nicer." He kissed me again. I grasped his waist with my other hand, feeling how smooth his fur was. I touched his lips with my tongue, and he parted them. I licked his lips, and he did the same to me. Yes. I reached out my hand to touch his knee. He looked down, then used one hand to lift it off. I thought I'd gone too fast for him, but he put it on his inner thigh. "This feels nice, Daddy."

"Yes, punkin, it is very nice. Now I want you to step back a little and just watch, okay?"

"Sure, Daddy." Russ took a step back, but I kept one hand on his thigh. I looked at his boxers as I sped up; they were tenting slightly. His little penis was getting hard. I remembered what it was like being in Jared, and imagined myself in Russ's little hole. He'd be even tighter than Jared, completely inexperienced. As I thought about this, I unconsciously sped up, making longer strokes up and down my cock.

"You like looking at me, Daddy?"

"Yes, punkin. Very much. It makes me excited, helps me feel good."

He smiled at me, then pulled his briefs down an inch. Then another inch. His cock was still hidden, but I could see the outline.

I looked at the bulge, so small, much shorter than on an adult male, and imagined actually seeing it. Then the idea of about cumming inside Russ, inside my own son's ass, hit me. My hand moved faster, little, short strokes now. Then I moaned loudly as I spurted cum onto my hand and the towel.

"Are you okay, Daddy? Did you hurt yourself? Are you bleeding or something?"

"No, punkin. That felt so good I had to scream to express it. Daddy's not hurt, not at all."

"What's that white stuff?"

"It's called semen, punkin. From an old word meaning seeds. It's part of how babies are made."

"Wait. When you put that in Jared, you're making babies?"

"No, punkin. It takes a male and a female to make babies."

"Oh. I'd hoped you two might make a baby brother for me."

"Oh, Russ-russ. Even if it were possible, we'd do our best not to. There are ways to keep from having a baby, even when you have intercourse -- that's the grown-up word for the way people make babies. They are called 'contraception,' and we'd use them.

"Why, Daddy?"

"Remember what Jared said about if anybody found out?"

"Umm Hmm."

"Well, if a girl-pup had a baby, or even started to grow one, everybody would know that she'd had intercourse. And then they'd wonder who had done that to such a young pup. And when the baby was born, they could test something called DNA, which is how close relatives are linked. And they'd know I was the father. Then they'd take me away and lock me up. So we don't want that to happen."

"Okay, Daddy. I get what you mean, and I sure don't want them to take you away. So... what next?"

"We're through with this lesson, and I'm going to clean up."

I took the towel and wiped the semen and lube off myself. Then I took a damp cloth and finished cleaning up, washed my hands, and put the towel and facecloth in the hamper.

"When can we do this some more, Daddy?"

"Tomorrow, if you want to. Otherwise, whenever you decide."

Russ nodded.

We watched Tangled and then I put Russell to bed. I read to him a few minutes, then gave him a goodnight kiss on the lips. "Mmmmm," he said, "That's nice."

I nodded, turned off the light, and left.

---

Russell came into my room about an hour before his bedtime the next day.

"Hi, Russ. What's up?"

"Let's do some more, Daddy."

One track mind. It should have bothered me, but it didn't. "Okay. But one thing. You don't have to do this. I've loved you since you were born, and I'll love you just as much if you don't do these kinds of things with me."

"I know that, Daddy. I just want to hear you moan for me like you do for Jared."

"Okay, punkin." I put another towel on the bed, took off my daytime clothes, and sat on the towel. He walked up to me and kissed me, a little tentatively but with meaning. His lips parted and his tongue came into my mouth. "Mmmmm...." he moaned, as my tongue touched his.

Russell took off his clothing, as he had yesterday. He didn't even hesitate, but immediately pulled his briefs down, even farther than yesterday, so I could see the tip of his penis. Then he smiled at me and started feeling my cock again, watching my face as I reacted to his touch. He quickly figured out which spots got the most reaction.

I put my hands on his shoulders and slowly slid down his arms, then back up. He moaned a little more. Then I slid them down his chest, pausing before reaching his little nipples. He just moaned again, so I let my hands play over the area, rubbing gently over his nips and the skin around them. His moans got louder.

Then he held out his hand, and I uncapped the K-Y and squeezed some into his palm. He spread it over my cock, then tried to wrap his hand around it. But it was a little bit too large, so he used both hands. He started stroking up and down, and I watched him as he went. "A little faster," I coached him, and he sped up. "Longer strokes," and then "no, your hand shouldn't cover the head, just barely rub over the flared area where it joins the shaft."

He complied, and I settled back to enjoy the hand job. For somebody as inexperienced as Russ, it was quite good. Especially when I was getting to play with his nips and French kiss him at the same time. Soon I was panting with need. "Faster and shorter," I told him, and he changed his motions to match. A few more seconds and I came, muffling a scream with one arm. Most of it went on his paws, but some landed on his bellyfur.

"Oh, yeah, that was nice," I said when I could talk again.

"Did I make you happy, Daddy?"

"Very happy, punkin."

"I'm so glad. I enjoyed it, too. I liked hearing you pant and moan. I liked being able to make you scream at the end. And I like the feel of your thing in my hands."

"It's called a penis, punkin."

"Okay, Daddy, I like the feel of your penis in my hands."

"It feels nice to me, too, Russ."

"Mmmm..." he said, snuggling up to me. He looked down at my semen on his skin. "Is it okay to taste it, Daddy?"

"Sure, punkin. Most people think it's pretty boring, but it won't hurt you."

He scooped some of my cum up with a finger and licked it tentatively. "Hmm... You're right, Daddy. Not much taste. A little bit salty, maybe, and some kind of weird undertaste. But it makes me think about you. I think I like it, a little."

We lay quietly on the bed, cuddling, until we started to feel cold. Then I put him to bed, and still very relaxed, went to my own bed and fell peacefully asleep.

Over the next couple of weeks, Russell became quite good at using his hands to pleasure me. From the smile on his face and quiet sounds, I think he enjoyed it too.

---

"You know, Russell's going to want to do more than just hand-play," Jared told me as we cuddled after sex one evening.

"Yeah. I've got a plan for that," I said.

"I bet you do."

Well, Jared was Russ's best friend. The time they spent together, he'd had plenty of time to see how Russ was. I had to keep a fridge full of celery and carrot sticks and other low-cal but filling snacks. Russell had developed will-power to control his desire to eat, because otherwise he'd fill up on celery sticks and miss out on dessert! And at seven he still slept with his thumb in his mouth.

"Yeah," was all I could say.

The next time Jared came over, we did a little negotiating. Russ was a little jealous because Jared got to do something that he couldn't. And Jared wanted to have me available once or twice a week when he came over to "play with Russell." We arrived at a modus vivendi: most days Russ would come into my room shortly before his bedtime, we would get undressed, and he would play with me until I came. On days when Jared came over, Russ would come to me in the morning if he felt like it, and leave the evening for me and Jared to have fun. Sometimes Russ would watch us, sometimes he'd stay downstairs and watch TV or play with his model town. And some days he was tired or just not interested, and that was fine, too. I was getting all the sex I needed, and then some.

---

About 4 months later, Russell and I were relaxing together after a handjob. "Daddy?"

"Yes, punkin?"

"I still don't think it's fair that Jared gets to have you inside him, and all I get to do is hold it in my hands. Please can I feel you in me?

"You remember what I said about your body not being ready?"

"Sure, Daddy, but how will you know when I'm ready? "

That was a poser. But I had a way to stall him for a while. "Tell you what, Russ. Let's skip tomorrow, and on Thursday I'll teach you something new, something better than just your hands. If you're interested."

"Don't tease me, Daddy. You know I'm interested."

Russell came into my room Thursday evening, watched me undress, and promptly pulled his clothes off. "What are you going to teach me, Daddy?"

"Come, and learn. What you've been doing up to now is usually called a 'handjob,' although calling it a job implies you're only doing it because you get something -- money or gifts or some such. But you do it because you like it, yes?"

"Of course, Daddy. You know I like the noises you make."

"Okay. Well, now I'm going to teach you to give what is called a 'blowjob'. You're going to use your mouth instead of your hand. Would you like to try that?'

"I sure would, Daddy!"

I lay down on the bed, leaving room for him next to me. He lay down on his side, facing me. "Go ahead and kiss it if you want."

"Fer sure." He slid down a little and kissed the tip of my penis, then various other spots. I moaned as his lips caressed the sensitive underside, and even more as they touched the spot right behind the frenum.

"You like that, Daddy?"

"Mmmmm.....I like it a lot, punkin."

"So now what, Daddy?"

"Well, see if you can get the head -- that's the flared area at the end -- into your mouth."

As I expected, Russell eagerly put his lips around the tip and worked his way down. I moaned again as his lips engulfed my cock and slid over the sensitive spot behind the head. "Now slide up and down if you can, punkin."

He started, but... "Owwww!" I yelled as his teeth scraped on the shaft.

He instantly pulled off. "I'm sorry, Daddy. What did I do wrong?"

"Nothing, punkin. It's not your fault. I forgot to tell you -- it's much too sensitive for teeth. You have to cover them with your lips. Here, give me your hand and I'll show you."

I'd gotten lost in the pleasure and forgotten to give instructions, and I'd left out an important step. And teaching somebody to give a blowjob with yourself as the model is really pretty hard.

Russell crawled up enough I could reach his hand. I covered my teeth with my lips, exaggerating it a little to make sure he could see. Then I took his thumb in my mouth and sucked it in and out a few times.

"Like this, punkin."

Russ went back and wrapped his mouth around my cock, but after a few seconds he pulled off. "That's too big, Daddy. It hurts to stretch my mouth that wide."

"That's okay punkin." I was a little disappointed, but not really surprised. Beside the fact that he was only 7½, his face was rather small for his age so of course his mouth was too.

I hesitated. "Uhhh... how about you turn sideways on the bed, so your head is across my lap?"

"Sure thing." He lay crosswise, with his mouth poised over my groin.

"Okay, you'll open your lips slightly and put them here." I pointed to the frenum and the area behind it. Then I demonstrated on my own finger. "Then you'll slide up and down about an inch, and while you're doing that lick that spot with your tongue. Watch Daddy." I slid my lips back and forth over my index finger, flicking it with my tongue as I did.

"Here give me your hand again." I took his finger across my lips and showed him what it felt like.

"Oh, Daddy, that does feel kind of nice."

"Now you try it."

He put his finger between his lips and repeated what I'd said. "Ooh, I like that, it makes my lips feel nice."

"Good. Now, do you want to try it on Daddy?"

"Oh, yes!"

He did, and it was nice. He wasn't quite hitting the right spot, so I reached down and put my hands on either side of his head. He grunted "Ummm hmmm," so I applied a little pressure to move his head half an inch. I let him do the work after that, but as I got more into it I urged him into longer strokes. In a few minutes I felt ready to cum, and I directed Russ to faster, shorter movements. I got so lost in the pleasure that I forgot to talk. Then, suddenly, I came, howling, "Ohhh... ohhhh...? ohhh....? Yes? Ye-ess? Yes! YES!" My cum landed on my thigh and the towel under me, but he licked a little bit up as it came out.

"Oh, my..." I said when I could talk again.

"Nice, huh, Daddy?"

"I wish you could feel what I just felt. Nice isn't a big enough word. It was unbelievable."

"I'm glad. But Daddy..."

"Yes, punkin?"

"When will I be ready for you to be in me, like in Jared? How will you know? How will I know?"

Luckily, I had an answer. I'd discussed the problem with Jared, then spent an entire afternoon thinking about it. "Well, punkin, I'm going to give you some homework. It'll be a lot more fun than what you bring home from school, though."

"What's my homework, Daddy?"

"Let me touch you to show you?"

"Sure, Daddy."

"Okay, punkin. This is your penis," I said, wrapping my hand around it. "But most of the time people just call it a 'cock.' Do you like it when I touch it?"

"It feels kinda nice, Daddy. Nothing really special, but nice."

"Okay, punkin." I turned him around and touched his tailstar. "Now, this is your anus. Some people call it a 'tailhole'. What Jared and I do is called 'anal intercourse', that's when a male puts his penis into an anus. The male who puts it in is called the 'top,' and the one who takes it in is called the 'bottom.' It feels really good for the top, and often for the bottom, too. That's why I like to do it so much. I'm hoping it will feel good for you, too. Now, go ahead and touch them and name them."

"Penis...cock...tailhole...anus?"

"Right, punkin. Now one more." I touched his little helmet. "This is your glans, but most people just say 'cockhead' or even 'head'. For most adult males, it gives more pleasure than any other part of your body. Okay so far?"

"Penis, anus, glans, cockhead."

"Right. Now, what I want you to do is just touch your penis for a while. Play with it, find out what feels good. Do that for 10 minutes at least once a week. There will come a time when that feels real good, and your penis will get hard and stick up, sort of like mine. When that happens, spit on your fingers to make them wet, then play with your glans for 5 minutes."

"And then what?"

"Eventually, that will feel really good. When that happens, you come and tell me, and I'll show you the second part of the test."

"What's that?"

"You'll get a new toy to play with. I'll show you. Are you okay with doing this?"

"Sure Daddy. I want to do... anal intercourse? with you, real soon."

"Okay, punkin. I'll be ready as soon as you are."

---

I thought that would keep Russell satisfied until he'd at least grown up enough to get pleasure from sex. But my son was a lot more perceptive than I'd given him credit for. One evening, after Russell made me cum with his lips and tongue, he looked at me quizzically.

"That's not really what you wanted, is it, Daddy."

There it was. But if we were going to have this kind of relationship, I had to be honest with him.

"Well, it could be better, punkin."

"How, Daddy?"

"Remember what I said about a how good a male feels with his penis in a tailhole?"

"Sure, Dad. That's why I want to do that with you."

"And you remember what I said about making babies and intercourse?"

"Yes." But he looked a little puzzled.

"Adult males like that a lot -- having something warm and wet around their penis when they cum -- because that means that they'll do the baby-making thing, intercourse, whenever they get the chance. That's Nature's way of making sure we have more pups."

"Umm, hmmm..." Still puzzled. Then his face lit up. "Oh. So it's better if my mouth is around you, yes?"

"Right."

"Oh, but that's so uncomfortable."

"Well, it's really the end that matters, right when I cum. If you could manage to get your mouth around it for just those last few seconds, it would feel a whole lot better."

"Okay, Daddy," Russell smiled. "I'll try to do that next time."

"I'll let you know when I'm almost there, Russ."

"Don't bother, Daddy. I can tell."

"Yeah. I guess you can. I make enough noise..."

"You sure do," he giggled.

Russell didn't even wait for the next evening. As soon as he came home from school, he came tripping into my room and demanded a kiss. Which quickly turned French. Then his hand was in my sweat pants, groping me.

"C'mon, Daddy, I wanna try the new way."

Well, what are you going to do? I got out of my chair and lay down on the bed. We went back to kissing, him groping me until I was so hard it hurt.

"Off!" he said, tugging at my waistband. I rolled over, pulled them down, and tossed them on the other side of the bed. He grabbed me and started kissing my penis, then sliding his lips and tongue back and forth on the good spot as he'd done before. He was, if anything, more enthusiastic than the first time.

Just as I was getting to the "Ohhh? Ohhhh?" stage, he wrapped his hand around the base, opened his mouth, and wrapped his lips around it. He sucked me in and out rapidly, and in seconds I was completely out of my head with the pleasure. I couldn't even manage the "Yes"s at the end, just an inarticulate "Ahhhh. Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" as I came in his mouth. He kept going, swallowing my semen, until I was too hypersensitive to stand it any more. "Stop. Please stop."

Russ stopped. "Did I do something wrong, Daddy?"

"No, punkin. You did very right. It's just... after I came, I got so sensitive I couldn't stand it any more."

"Was it what you wanted, Daddy?"

"Punkin, it was everything I wanted, and more. It was incredibly nice."

"I'm glad, Daddy. I liked it too. This is nicer than the other way. From now on I'm going to have you in my mouth at the end, so I can hear you scream like that and feel your penis in my mouth. I like that."

From then on Russell was giving me "real" blowjobs, three or four times a week.

All this made a change in our modus vivendi. Sometimes Russ would blow me, sometimes he'd just want to give me a handjob. Either way was incredibly nice. Most evenings, we skipped 'putting Russell to bed.' He'd just curl up next to me and fall asleep. On nights when Jared came over, Russell usually watched us, then all three of us would sleep in my king-size bed. If Russ wasn't interested that evening, Jared and I would cuddle for a while, then he would go off to sleep with Russ.

And I went to a sex-toy store and bought two dildoes: the smallest one they had, and one that was about the same size as my own cock, then put them away in my nightstand.

---

About a month passed, maybe six weeks, then Russ came into my room one evening with a mischievous look on his face. He started taking his own clothes off, but this time he watched me with a smile as he unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it slowly down his arms and over his head.

"You like this, don't you, Daddy?"

'You bet, punkin."

"I was over at Jared's today, 'n he borrowed a stepladder from the kitchen 'n got one of his Dad's DVDs from the top shelf."

Ooops! Nathan kept his R-rated DVDs up there. Oh, well, at least he had the sense to put the X-rated ones in a locked safe.

"And we watched this movie, it was pretty good but some of it didn't make much sense. Anyway, it had this scene with a... step teaser...?"

I thought about that. Oh. "Strip teaser."

"Oh, right. Anyway, this lion who takes off his clothes to music. And all the malefurs were getting really excited and 'Wow!' over him, so I wanted to do it for you." And Russell undid the zipper on his slacks about halfway, paused to grin at me, then slowly pulled it down the rest of the way. Then he slowly lowered his slacks and stepped out of them. Then he did the same with his briefs, real slow, pausing just as the waistband reached his cockhead and thrusting with his hips -- as if he knew what to do with them. Well, mousie see, mousie do. Then he pulled them down just enough to reveal the head, paused, did some more hip-thrusts. Then slowly down until his whole pup-cock was visible. And again, playing with the panties, up-down-up-down before finally showing me his balls. Then he kind of danced while he pulled them the rest of the way down and off.

I was panting when he finished.

"Did I do it right, Daddy?"

"Just fine, punkin. You made Daddy real excited."

"Good. 'Cause I'm gonna make you feel real good."

And he pulled down the waistband of my sweats, bent over me, and took me in his mouth. He sucked on it for a little, then knelt down and did his thing with his lips and tongue on the underside. It took less than a minute before he grabbed it again, sucked it all the way into his mouth, and swallowed my semen as I came.

---

About four months later, Russell came to me and said he'd done it. "I've been playing with my cock, and then my cockhead. It's been feeling nice, but this morning when I did it, it felt really nice. But there's something missing. It feels as if there ought to be something more. I'm not sure what, but I know there's supposed to be more."

I understood completely, but didn't try to explain about a climax just yet. He'd find out on his own, when he got old enough.

I opened the drawer of my nightstand, got out the dildoes and a tube of K-Y, and gave them to him.

"What? Daddy, this looks kinda like your cock."

"Sure, punkin. It's called 'a dildo.' The bigger one is about the same size and shape as my cock. Now... you remember about your anus?"

"Sure, Daddy, it's right here." He reached back to touch his tailstar.

"This is the second part of the test, Russ. It's your new 'homework.' You need to be able to get this all the way into your tailhole."

"But, Daddy, it's so big."

"So is my cock, punkin. Now, first you get this little one inside you. Be sure to use some of this," I pointed to the K-Y, "on your hole and on the dildo. You really don't want it to be scratchy. Lie down on your side with your legs bent like you're sitting in a chair..."

"Like this, Daddy?"

"Right. And I'll show you."

Russ lay down with his legs bent, and I pressed a finger gently against his anus. "Feel that?"

"Yes, Daddy, it feels funny. A little uncomfortable when you push on it."

"That's because there's no lubrication. But it can stretch, remember stuff comes out of that every time you do number two. But without lubrication, it's going to be like when you're constipated. You don't like that, do you?"

He shook his head.

"Now..." I spread some lube on my finger, and pressed gently into his asshole.

"Oh... that felt weird, but it didn't hurt."

"Right. So that's why you should use the lubricant. Okay?"

Russ nodded.

Also, it'll probably feel less weird if you do your "homework" first and rub your cock until it feels good, yes?"

"Oh, well, that sounds like fun."

"Okay. And don't rush. If you can't get the little one in, don't force. Just come back and try next week. And don't try the big one until you're real comfortable with the little one. Right?"

"Right, Daddy."

"And, again, don't force. You could hurt yourself, and if I have to take you to a doctor to get fixed up people will ask all sorts of questions that we really don't want them to ask."

"Oh. Right. I get it, Daddy."

I looked at him. He looked like he understood.

"What I'd suggest is, push until it hurts just a little bit, then stop and go back to rubbing yourself some more. Then you can try again. After two or three tries, stop and wait a week. Okay?"

"Sounds complicated, Daddy. But how did Jared get to be able to take you in?"

"He never told me. The one time I asked about how he knew so much, he just said he wouldn't tell on me or anybody else. And that was that."

"So I have to get this big... dildo... in me, and after that we can do 'anal intercourse'?"

"That's right, Russ-russ.

"Okay, Daddy, 'n I'll do it as soon as I can, 'cause I really want you in me like Jared."

"Yes, punkin, as soon as you can get the big dildo all the way in."

"Okay, Daddy." He kissed me, and in a few minutes we were both naked with his lips sliding up and down my cock again.

---

I thought getting that big dildo into his ass would keep Russell busy for at least a few months, but I'd underestimated him again. Two weeks later he came bouncing into my room with the big dildo and the lube.

"I did it, Daddy. Look."

And he pulled off his clothes, lay down on his side, spread lube on the dildo, bent his legs partway, and proceeded to work it all the way in, until the balls were pushing against his pucker. Then he pushed it in and out a few times to show he could handle it.

"I'm ready, Daddy."

I made one last try. "Punkin, you really don't have to do this to make Daddy happy. You know Daddy loves you, even without that pleasure, don't you."

"I know, Daddy. You're the bestest Daddy in the whole world, and you love me for real. But to feel you in me. 'Specially after playing with the... dildo? I like the feeling of it filling me up inside."

"Okay, punkin, on one condition."

"What's that, Daddy?"

"If it hurts, you have to tell me so I can stop, okay? Promise you'll tell me if it hurts?"

"I promise, Daddy. Cross my heart."

"Okay, punkin." Russell was ready. I could see his little cock sticking up. I was really turned on by the idea of actually having sex with my son. I leaned over and kissed him, and soon our tongues were in each others' mouths. Then I spent some time playing with his nips and then kissing them.

Finally, I was turned-on enough to ignore the voice telling me not to fuck my own son. Russell had been pulling my clothes off while I played with him, and I was now hard and ready.

Russell interrupted, adding his viewpoint: "I tried getting on top of Daddy like I'd seen Jared do, but I was a little shorter than he was. I just couldn't get my legs that far apart. So I starting wriggling on the bed. I wanted Daddy in me, and I'd seen a rat-girl wiggle like that in one of Mr. Connor's DVDs.

"But I didn't think that was a good idea. If I got too vigorous, I could really hurt you, you know?" I mussed Russell's hair affectionately.

"Yeah, but you didn't, did you? Anyway, you told me you wanted me from behind. I didn't really understand about that, but you showed me how. I was on my knees, my hands braced on the headboard."

"I knelt behind Russ and used a finger to spread K-Y around his entrance."

"That felt good, I remember."

"Then I started pushing into him slowly."

Russ smiled. "And I cheated. I bent my arms to get you farther forward. Then I pushed myself back onto you, and felt you fill me up. That was so nice."

"Russ was real tight, even tighter than Jared -- and that's saying a lot. And he started pulling away, then pushing himself back onto me. It was so good."

"Yep, it was."

"But I couldn't last very long. It was so exciting, the pleasure, knowing I was in my son, I started moving fast, and shouted Russell's name as I came deep inside him.

"Well, I liked it, especially when I felt your warm semen fill me up."

"I was completely winded. It took me several minutes before I could even gasp out, "'That was... wow!' Finally I helped Russell turn over, kissed him some more, and tried to describe to him how very good it had been."

"Hey, Daddy, it was nice for me too. Maybe not as nice as for you, but I really liked it."

"But Russell wasn't satisfied with rear-entry, were you, Punkin?"

"Nope. I wanted to see your face."

"He argued with me, and as usual he got his way. I'm a pushover for my son."

"You are, Daddy. I like you that way."

"Russell worked out a position with his knees bent to his chest and his ass at the edge of the bed. I stood on the floor and entered him that way. I figured if I lost control he could scoot away a few inches."

"But I never needed to."

"No, you didn't," I said, kissing him lightly. "In fact, he convinced me to try Missionary Position a few days later, and that worked too. But we soon went back to the position with me standing and Russ at the edge of the bed."

"Yeah. I can see your face perfectly from there. Watch the changes as you move in me. See how your eyes close in need, and then open again while I feel your warm semen inside me.. My favorite, no question."

"So from then on, we mostly just fucked. Except on days when Jared came over. Then Russell would give me a blowjob in the morning."

"Yeah. That was still my 'special thing' that he didn't do with Jared. Besides, I'd gotten to really like the taste."

"You two are absolutely crazy, do you know that?" Lucas asked.

"Well, yes," I replied, "But we love each other anyway."

"I'm a psychotherapist, remember? That makes me a mandated reporter. I am legally required to report any sort of abuse if I even suspect it's going on. And legally, this is child sexual abuse, regardless of what Russell thinks."

"I know that. That's why I wasn't going to tell you."

"What you should have done... was not do this at all. Not any of it. You shouldn't have shown those cubs your penis -- just laugh it off and tell them to quiet down. You shouldn't have been having sex with Jared; good grief, what would Mr. Connors say if he knew you were screwing his son. And you shouldn't have been doing any kind of sex play with your son. Not 'you show me yours and I'll show you mine.' Not masturbating in front of him. Not letting him masturbate you...

"What's 'master-bay'?" Russell asked.

"That's when a male rubs his own penis, or when somebody else does it for him. What he told you was a 'handjob'."

"Oh, okay."

"And then you taught him how to give you oral sex. And then having intercourse with him. With your own pup, who was only seven years old and is still only ten. The more you tell me, the worse it gets."

"But Uncle Lucas, I don't feel abused, whatever that is. I feel happy. I love Daddy, I like being with him, 'n I like being close to him. This is just a special kind of closeness. He likes it, I like it. I like making him happy. I like the way it feels. I like the way his face twists when he's just about to finish. And the way he relaxes again when it happens. And the warm feeling of him inside me, and when his semen comes out. I like all of it, Uncle Lucas."

'There, you see, how could I resist?"

Lucas glared at me. "You're an adult. You're supposed to have won't-power. You're not supposed to let your son wrap you around his little finger, at least not about that. Do you realize the harm you may have done to your son?"

Russell hugged Lucas around the waist -- well, as far as his arms would reach -- and said, "Please, Uncle Lucas. Don't tell anybody. Don't 'monitor report', whatever that means. They'll take Daddy away 'n I'll have to go live with somebody else. I don't wanna do that. I want you to marry Daddy and make him happy. I wanna stay with Daddy and you. Please, Uncle Lucas, I trusted you 'n I told Daddy to trust you. Please?"

Lucas looked confused. I sympathized; Russell often had a similar effect on me. I wondered if he'd cast a confundus charm on us. Maybe we'd get a letter from Miskatonic University on his next birthday... No. It was just his personality. I was almost certain.

"Well..." He paused, thinking. "... I'm going to pretend that this conversation didn't happen today, but next week, after I marry your Daddy. Then it comes under spousal privilege. On one condition..."

"What, Uncle Lucas? I'll do anything so I can stay with my Daddy. He's the bestest Daddy in the whole wide world."

"I'll bet he is. But... There's a detailed assessment for abused children. Two days after our wedding, I'll bring home the materials I need, and give that to Russell. If he tests out as abused, I'm going to report it, no matter what."

"What's in a 'sessment'?"

"It's a test. First I'll ask you a lot of questions. Then I'll show you some photos and ask you to make up stories about them."

"Oh, Russell will like that. He's good at stories."

"Yeah, Daddy, I am. Sometimes the teacher will ask me for a story in class," he explained to Lucas.

"And then I'll have to examine your body. You'll have to take all your clothes off, but I won't touch you. Okay?"

"Okay, Uncle Lucas."

"Okay. Then if the tests look normal, I'll type my notes into my home computer and encrypt the file, then burn the originals. I'll be risking my license for you, and a fine, and maybe even jail time. So I hope you two don't make me regret it."

"We won't, Uncle Lucas."

---

The wedding was fine. We had all our friends, three of Russell's grandparents -- my Dad died a few years ago -- and both Lucas's parents. My tuxedo fitted perfectly, but Lucas was the center of attention, which is the way it should be. The food was delicious, dancing with Lucas was fun.

The "wedding night" was very nice, but I expected that. Lucas and I had been sleeping together for months. I had a bit of a hangover the next morning from the champagne, but Lucas gave me aspirin, a glass of club soda and lots of orange juice, and I felt better in an hour.

Lucas came home early the next day, and ran his tests on Russell. Russell wanted me there for the body exam, and Lucas went along with it. Of course, there was nothing to find. Lucas -- rather sleepy from working until 1 in the morning only two days after our wedding party -- gave me the results in the morning: Russell was a perfectly normal, extroverted seven-year-old, above average intelligence. He was getting good grades in school and had no difficulty making friends. If he'd been in High School he could have run for Class President.

Our "honeymoon" was four days and three nights in the Hotel del Coronado, with Russell in an adjoining room. For three days, Lucas had me all to himself. Russell was very nice, only coming to our room when he actually needed something. ("Needing something," included hugs, of course.)

---

The morning of the fourth day, Lucas got up and knocked on the connecting door. Russell opened it with a cheery "Hi. What's up, Uncle Lucas?"

"How would you like to come sit on the beach?"

"Sure, just let me get into my suit."

Lucas was already dressed in a speedo, which he filled out very nicely, and I pulled on a pair of trunks and a loose shirt. It was still cool outside, so we all put on the terry bathrobes the hotel provided and trooped down to the beach. We grabbed chairs and sat down to watch the tide come in. We nearly had the beach to ourselves at that time of the morning -- there was one other family, but they were over a block away down the beach.

"Now," Lucas said, "Let's discuss this idea of 'sharing,' shall we?"

I just stared. I knew we needed to have this discussion, but I wasn't expecting to have it before we even got home. Nor out in a public place like this.

"Please, Uncle Lucas. I know you're married to Daddy now 'n married people are only supposed to do sex stuff with each other. But I love Daddy 'n I love doing stuff with Daddy. So please..."

"Slow down and breathe," Lucas told him. "That's exactly why I wanted you here, so we could work it out. Okay now?"

"Sure, Uncle Lucas."

"So, do I just have to share Norm with you? Or do I have to work out a separate peace with Jared?"

"Oh, Jared's not around any more," Russell answered.

"Oh? What happened to him?"

"Nathan got a promotion," I explained. "It came with a transfer to the home office. They moved away the middle of last year."

"And that's it? Relationship over?"

"Well, it was kind of difficult. I told Nathan that Russ missed Jared, and we arranged for him to fly here and spend a weekend sometimes. But it really wasn't working for Jared. Spending a weekend here made him miss me more the rest of the time. And his grades started to suffer. We did manage a two-week visit during summer vacation, but after that Nathan noticed that Jared always got upset a week or two after one of his visits. In fact, he asked Jared some embarrassing questions. Luckily, Jared thinks on his feet so Nathan never caught on to what was really going on, but Nathan wouldn't let Jared visit after that.

"Oh. Okay. So, what did you have in mind, Russell?"

"Well, I was thinking maybe I could have Daddy one or maybe two days a week. Or if you want to be the only one that Daddy does 'anal intercourse' with, I'll give up my favorite position and just give Daddy blowjobs."

"Hmmm..." Lucas mused, "Well, I like giving your Daddy blowjobs, too. So I'm not going to give that up.

He leaned over and whispered to me, "How do you feel about letting Russell watch us?"

"I like the idea."

"So," Lucas said aloud, "You can have Daddy on Mondays, okay? Anal or blowjob or handjob, whatever the two of you want."

"Oh... that would be wonderful, Uncle Lucas."

"And you can watch us make love if you want. We won't lock the door. If it's closed, you can come in but you should expect us to be doing sex stuff, and you should be quiet. Okay?"

"Sure, Uncle Lucas."

"What about you, Norm? This is your sex life we're discussing. Is all this okay with you?"

"What's not to like?" I said. "What male wouldn't like to have two furs who both want his cock? Of course, the fact that one of them is my son is a little bit kinky..."

"A lot kinky. But it's what we have, and we'll live with it. So, do we have a deal?"

"Deal," Russell said, and the two of them hooked their little fingers together and "shook hands" on it. Then I put out my hands and each of them did the little-finger shake with me, so we were all part of the deal together.

"Good," said Lucas. "Today is Monday. Why don't the two of you go back to the room and have fun. I think I'll stay here and soak up some rays."

I stared at Lucas again. Here he was, giving up the last morning of our honeymoon. But he just smiled at me, and Russ grabbed my hand and started dragging me back to the hotel.

---

Now that we were married, Lucas had moved in and "my room" was now "our room." So Russ and I got together once a week, mostly in Russ's bedroom. But sometimes we used the family room: Lucas sometimes watched us and the living room was a lot more convenient for three. And about half the time when Lucas and I made love, Russell was there watching. And if he saw something new, Russell was likely to want to try it next time he got me to himself.

My spouse is sneaky. He waited until about the third time that Russell came in to watch us, then he pushed me up against a wall, got on his knees, and took me in his mouth. My beaver is as enthusiastic about oral sex as Russell, and has the advantage of years of experience. It wasn't just a question of making me cum as soon as possible. No, he drew it out, getting as much pleasure out of it as he could, before he sped up, sliding on and off the "hot spot" and forcing a screaming orgasm out of me. My knees gave way in the middle, and he had to help me stand up until he'd drained me dry, then helped me collapse onto the floor without hurting myself.

So of course Russell wanted to try this new position the very next Monday. And I found something out: my son had gotten taller, and his face was bigger, too. We spent a while kissing and caressing, that was easier sitting on the bed. Then Russell asked me to lean against the wall and pulled down my sweatpants. He knelt down, took me in his mouth, and proceeded to give me a fantastic blowjob, with his mouth around my cock from start to finish. He no longer had a problem fitting me into his mouth. Not at all. When he was done, he let a little bit of my semen trickle from the left side of his mouth, but swallowed the rest with a smug look.

Russell also noticed that he was now taller than he'd been when we started our little sex games, so next week he wanted to be on top. It was a bit of a stretch for him, but he managed to straddle me. Afterward, Russell said he preferred having me on top. Jared had liked being on top, but Russell saved it for times like Father's Day or my birthday, when he wanted to be especially nice to me.

---

"Norm, Russell, I think it's time we discussed plans for the future. Our deal is fine for the next year or maybe two, but you're going to grow up, Russell."

"I know, Uncle Lucas."

"Well, you think you do. It's likely to take you by surprise when it happens. Anyway, there'll come a time when you'll be interested in males -- other than your Daddy, I mean -- and females. When you reach that point, you'll have to decide for yourself. Norm and I will both have some advice for you, but it's just that: advice. But there is one thing that you must do: if and when you have any sort of sex with somebody else, you have to tell us. Either before you do it, or if it ;just happens,' then when you get home. Even if you have to wake us up to tell us. Okay?"

"Okay, Uncle Lucas. Even if I have to wake you up."

I knew what that meant. He'd wake us up at midnight-thirty to tell us, "Guess what! I just gave my boyfriend a blowjob." Then he'd grin at us and figure it served us right.

"Right. Because when you have sex with somebody, you're having sex with everybody that person ever had sex with."

"Oh, yeah, I heard some of the older males talking about that at school. S-T-Ps or something."

"S-T-Ds. Sexually-transmitted diseases. When we're done talking here, go look up AIDS in Wikipedia, okay? That's ay-eye-dee-ess."

"Okay, Uncle Lucas."

"Oh, and another thing. I'm doing my best to be a co-Daddy to you. I love you. Not in quite the same way as your Daddy does, but I still love you. I care about you. I wouldn't have married Norm if I didn't. I realize you're not used to thinking of me as your Daddy, but I hope you will someday."

"Maybe..."

"No rush. But I'd like you to think about it, okay?"

Russell nodded.

---

About eight months after we got married, Lucas scheduled another family chat. I was a little nervous about it, but the last one had certainly worked out well.

We gathered in the family room, and Lucas surprised me by turning to Russell. "Well, champ, you asked for this discussion. What's on your mind?"

"Well... Uncle Lucas... when you first started going with Dad I thought it was nice. Daddy was kind of moping around after Mom died; I liked the way he looked when he got home from a date with you. But you know I really loved Daddy and just liked you because you made him happy."

"Yeah..."

"But now you've been here for months, and I love you too. Almost as much as I love Daddy. 'N I want you inside me, just like Daddy. If it's okay with you and Dad... I'd like..."

I looked at Lucas. I think the best possible description of his expression would be the britishism "gobsmacked." He just sat there with his mouth open, like a fish out of water. At last he seemed to come back to reality and closed his mouth. He turned to look at me.

"It's your sex life we're talking about," I told him, Turnabout is fair play, I figured. "It's up to you."

"And you're willing...?"

"You were willing to share me with Russell. The other way seems only fair."

"Err.... um...." Lucas sat and thought about it for what seemed like forever. The wall-clock said it was a minute. Then he grinned. "Same deal? One day a week?" he asked.

"Sure," I nodded. Lucas put out his hands with his pinkies bent. I did the same. Russell reached out and we all did the little-finger-shake again. And Russ jumped into Lucas's lap and started kissing him and wiggling his butt on top of Luke's cock. Then he put Lucas against the wall, pulled his pants off, and started sucking him. When my spouse's knees gave way, I helped lower him to the floor, and Russ just followed him down, never letting up until he'd sucked Lucas dry and swallowed every drop. I just grinned: once again turnabout was fair play. And from then on, Russell called Lucas "Daddy Lucas," so we were a happy family.

So that was our new deal. Russ got to have me on Monday and Lucas on Wednesday. Usually. It wasn't cast in concrete. Sometimes there'd be a musical we'd all go to on Wednesday, then Russell would grab Lucas on Thursday. And sometimes Luke's patients would spend all of Monday talking about their sex lives, then he'd come home horny as hell. When that happened, I'd take care of Luke's needs and my son would watch avidly and then take me on Tuesday. Or Russ would look at Luke with a bulge in his pants and his tongue practically hanging out, and ask if we could switch: Lucas on Monday and me on Thursday.

But Russell always made sure he got what he was "entitled" to under our deal. Except one time Lucas's birthday came on a Monday, and Russ gallantly offered to let him have me and didn't demand a substitute day.

---

Russell's 12th Birthday

We had a party set up for Russ's twelfth birthday, cake and ice cream, oven-fried chicken (Lucas is a great cook), etc. But Russ wanted to have me in the morning, before the other kids came over. The two of us sat down in a big armchair and did our usual "foreplay": kissing, groping, undressing each other. We were getting ready to fuck when Lucas cleared his throat. "Hey, Russell, wanna try something new?"

Well, that was like dangling a gold nugget in front of a '49er. "Sure, Daddy Lucas. What were you thinking of?"

"Would you like to have both of us at the same time?"

"Wow! But how, Daddy Lucas?"

"Let me show you?"

"Sure."

Lucas took us upstairs to our bedroom, kissing us alternately on the way up. Then he undressed and started caressing Russ, and Russ returned the favor. I mostly watched, getting hotter and hotter, but I made sure to grope Russ's butt and Lucas's cock a few times, just so they wouldn't forget me. I needn't have worried. Lucas got Russ to bend over the bed. "Go ahead, Norm," he told me.

I spread the lube on Russell's tailstar and started pushing in, and Russ started panting as he usually did. Then Lucas lay down on the bed with his legs spread and wiggled down until his knees were draped over the edge of the bed and his cock was right in front of Russ. My pup didn't need any further encouragement. He grabbed Lucas's cock and started sucking, then stopped for a moment and turned to look at me. "Well...?" he demanded.

Oh, yeah. I'd gotten distracted watching, but I started moving inside Russ's butt again. Russ got busy with Lucas's cock, and was making hungry slurping noises around it while moaning from the sensation of me inside him. Pretty soon Lucas was moaning, too, then, "Oh, God, Oh God, ohgod ohgod ohgod ohhhgod ohhhhgod!" and he screamed. That set me off, and I pounded into Russ's anus and filled him with my hot semen.

"Oh, yeah, that was nice," Russell said when he'd finished swallowing Lucas's cum. "Can we do this again?"

I looked at Lucas, who grinned and said, "Anytime, Punkin."

Then we cleaned up and got ready for the party.

---

And about three days later, Lucas and I were getting ready to make love with Russ watching. This time I had Lucas against the wall and was sucking him, and Russell asked, "Can I, Daddy?" I looked, and my pup had his lips pursed. It was obvious what he wanted. I looked at Lucas, who nodded, so I said, "Sure."

Russell got down on the floor and wiggled in between us with his head in my lap. He started sucking me while I worked on Luke's cock. I started cumming in Russ's mouth, and just at that moment Lucas came in mine. I was so distracted that I forgot to swallow and nearly choked on his semen. But the sensation was worth it: having my own orgasm while bringing my spouse off with my lips and tongue was the most amazing thing!

After that, there was nothing special about Monday and Thursday. We were just a threesome, and we'd either make a daisy chain with me sucking Lucas while Russ sucked me, or vice-versa, or we'd do a sandwich with Russ on the bottom. That was Russ's favorite, because he could look into the face of whichever Daddy as fucking him and watch him get "both pleasures."

And one time when we were doing that, I was just starting to cum inside my pup, when Russ screamed. Real loud. It took me a few seconds to regain control. I stopped and looked. Russell was smiling at me.

"Yay, Daddy! I found out what the something missing was! That was wonderful! Now I know why you like sex things so much! It's just... Wow!"

"That's called a 'climax,' punkin. Or sometimes an 'orgasm'. Pretty darned good, huh?"

"Wonderful, Daddy. I wanna do this a lot!"

"Now that your body knows how to climax, you'll find there's lots of other ways to get it. Just wait until you feel my mouth around you. We'll experiment and see what you like most, okay?"

"Sure, Daddy. But this is going to be one of my favorites. It was my first 'climax,' and I'll always remember it as something special. I love you, Daddy. I love both my Daddies so much!"

"I love you too, punkin. More than I can say."

"And I love you as much as I love your Daddy. I love you both so much!"

---

After that our lovemaking usually included one of us sucking Russell until he came. As luck would have it, I was inside Lucas and sucking Russ when I tasted semen, and knew my pup had made another step toward adulthood. I didn't stop, just swallowed it all, and filled my spouse's tailstar with my own semen a few seconds later.

There was a thump! I looked, and Russell was lying on the floor with his eyes closed. I pulled out of Luke and went over to my pup, with Lucas right behind me. It was okay. Russell had a big grin on his face and was panting. "Oh. Wow! That was... incredible." Then his face turned serious. "Oh. Sorry to scare you, Daddy and Daddy Lucas. The sensation was so intense, I just... lost track of which way was up. But I'm okay. Really."

Once that happened, we had even more choices. We were a full-fledged three-way now, and often it would be Russell inside Lucas while I was in Russell. The only thing Russ wouldn't do was fuck me. He just said it didn't feel right. Well, to tell the truth I'm a little selfish that way: Most of the time I'd rather be in somebody's hole than have somebody in mine. So I didn't complain.

---

A few years later

Lucas and I were sleeping, spoons, me on the inside, when I woke up suddenly. It was Russell, in his "Saturday Night" clothes, grabbing my shoulder and shaking me. "What? What is it, punkin?" But Russ just grinned and went and shook Lucas awake too.

"Guess what, Daddy and Dad? Tyler sucked me today."

My prediction was a little bit off. It was only midnight, not midnight-thirty, and I'd expected Russ to be the one giving the blowjob -- fur knows he likes doing it enough.

"Good for you," Lucas said, "Who is Tyler? And how did this come about? Don't answer that last if you don't want to."

"Oh, Tyler is a lynx I met in tenth grade. We've been real good friends, going to movies and football games and hanging out a lot. Well, today we went to a movie, and on the way back, Tyler asked, 'Wanna neck?' I said sure. I found a nice quiet spot to pull off the road, and we started making out. And pretty soon he wanted to try sex. His first time, if you can believe it."

"So you gave him a blowjob? Sucked him?"

"I offered to. But he wasn't into that as much, wanted to suck me. I remembered how Dad taught me, and taught him. But -- heh! -- I remembered about lips covering the teeth, so I didn't get an owie like Daddy did my first time. I'll say this, he learned quick. Not as good as Daddy Lucas, but pretty good for a beginner."

"Okay, Russ. Just be careful if he starts doing anybody else."

"I will, Daddy Lucas."

---

Four Years Later

"You remember Haim, Dad. Used to live down the block?"

"How could I forget? That little gold-furred puppy was part of the 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours' business at your seventh birthday party. But his Dad got a promotion and moved to a bigger house a few miles away. We didn't see much of them after that. You wrote us about him."

"Yup. I met him at the new frosh hop at uni last year. We liked each other and started going to lectures and movies and... you know, cultural events. We liked most of the same things. And we liked each other. I gradually came to realize that Haim is ... well, something special."

"So you two ended up in bed?"

"Oh, we did that after the first month or so. But lately, I've been spending most nights in his room. Luckily his roomie has a "special fur' of her own, so she doesn't mind me being there. It's almost the end of our sophomore year, and we're thinking of moving out of the dorms and getting an apartment together. So I wanted my Dads to meet him first."

"Sure," Lucas said, "Bring him over. I'll make dinner and your Daddy will buy dessert. Tomorrow okay?"

"Yay! I'm sure Haim will be able to make it. See you tomorrow... Oh... you don't mind if the two of us spend the night in my room?"

I laughed. "You're kidding, right? That's always been your decision to make."

"Oh, good. I hoped you wouldn't be jealous! Give me a kiss?"

I gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

"No, Daddy! Not like that! A real kiss!"

I grabbed him, pressed my lips to his, and started gently nibbling them. He opened them and we licked each other's tongues, and pretty soon we were both panting. And so was Lucas, just from watching.

Luke grabbed Russ's ass.

"Not like that, Daddy Lucas. Just a sec..." Russell reached down, unzipped, and pulled off his pants and briefs. "Now play with my ass, so I can feel it!"

Lucas ruffled the short fur under Russell's tail, then took a firm hold of one "cheek" and squeezed. He pressed a finger against Russ's tailstar and Russell gasped, "Oh. Yes!" Lucas popped the finger inside, and Russ pressed his whole body against me as his hands ran through my hair. My hands slid up and down Russ's sides, and I could feel him hard against me.

Things progressed rapidly after that; it'd been over eight months since we'd last seen Russ in person, and all three of us had a lot of love to express. Pretty soon Russ was facing away from me, with my erection pressed against his tailstar while Lucas knelt in front of him. We ended up as a sandwich with Russell as the filling.

Afterward we all collapsed into a sweaty but fulfilled pile of fur. When we felt like talking again, I grabbed Russell by the shoulder, and said, "Now, the juicy details. Give."

"Not that much to tell, really. About a month into our freshman year, we were dancing and I asked him if he'd like to come up to my room. He said yes. We spent a long time -- for me -- just making out with our clothes on, but there came a time when it felt right, and I pulled his pants off him. I told him to lie down and enjoy, then I took him in my mouth. I used my free hand to smooth his tail and drew out his pleasure as long as I could, then swallowed it all.

"After that, we got together once a month or so, then once a week, then worked our way up to almost-roommates. But it's never quite simple between us. We have this ongoing... struggle? Most of the time we match coins to see who gets to be on the bottom and experience both pleasures. Unless one of us owes the other a favor or something, then the owed one gets to choose. The only time we don't have to play match is when we're short of time and need a "quickie". Then I suck him."

"Never the other way around?" Lucas asked.

"Not often. Well, you know how oral I am, I really enjoy having my lover in my mouth. Haim isn't nearly that oral. In fact, he was just about rail-thin at the frosh hop. After we became lovers, I took to bringing snacks and reminding him to eat, and he looks more normal now. It's not that he objects to doing oral sex, just that he doesn't get much out of it. But he'll do it for me if I ask, and sometimes just because he wants to make me happy."

"So, he only does it for the other person, as an exchange of favors thing?"

"No, not quite. He does it for me because he likes hearing me scream. Just like when I used to give you handjobs. Remember Dad?"

"Sure. You liked hearing me moan in pleasure and especially the noises I made just before I came."

"Right. When I gave you handjobs I got an indirect thrill , from sharing your pleasure. Haim is like that. He does it for the pleasure of hearing my pleasure. When I suck him, or you, or Daddy Lucas, I love the feeling of you in my mouth and the taste of semen. But Haim says it doesn't taste like much of anything, and for him giving a blowjob is like me giving a handjob."

"Well, as long as the two of you are happy."

"We are, Dad, Daddy Lucas."

"Good. Tell him dinner tomorrow. And to bring an appetite."

"Don't worry, Daddy Lucas. I think Haim will really appreciate your cooking!"

---

Nearly two years later

To: Norman Sawyer <[email protected]> From: Russell Sawyer <[email protected]> Subject: I'm engaged!

Hi Dad, Daddy Lucas. Haim asked me to be his spouse, and I agreed. He gave me a ring that he bought last week, it's silver, set with an emerald, looks really nice on my finger. We exchanged blowjobs to celebrate. (I knew you'd want to hear about that part.)

I'm so happy I feel drunk, all giggly.

I'll write again when we've set the date.

Love you both. Love Haim even more.

--Russ

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After the engagement party

"I'm so happy, Dad. That was a great party!"

"You'll have a wonderful wedding, Russ. But there's something important that both of you need to know.

"What, Daddy?" "What is it, Mr. Sawyer"

"Furs sometimes refer to their wedding day as 'the happiest day of our lives'. That's silly. In fact, there's usually a lot of stress in making sure the wedding comes off as planned. It's the rest of your life that you hope will be happy. May you have many, many happy days ahead. Trips to Europe; long, lazy afternoons in bed together; quiet nights at home; movies that make you laugh -- or cry; days spent looking at art in museums. There are so many ways to enjoy life, and I hope the two of you have a long life together and enjoy all of them."

"To a long life together and much happiness for both of you," Lucas raised his glass.

I raised mine.

Zach Greenberg raised his glass. "A long 'n happy life t'gether 'n lotsa joy." The golden retriever had been enjoying the champagne at the dinner.

Haim raised his glass toward Russell, then saluted me, and then his own father.

"A long and happy life together for all of us. I'm not just marrying Russell -- much as I love him -- I'm also marrying... in all senses, I hope... his wonderful family."

Lucas looked startled and alarmed. I felt the same way. I looked at Russ; he smiled and nodded, and mouthed, "It's okay," to me.

"A l-long and happy life t-together." I'd never heard Lucas stutter before.

We all drank. Well, Zach looked embarrassed at his slurring of the toast, and took just a sip. And Daniel, Haim's co-father, had had one glass at the dinner and then switched to grape juice. "I smell the cork and I get shikker," he'd explained. Zach and Haim both laughed, it was obviously a family joke.

Zach blushed. "I guess I better explain."

"Yeah, Dad, go ahead." Haim quietly brought his hands together four times in silent applause.

"Let me just say it straight out. I got Jared started on his merry rounds, which I understand included you." He nodded to me.

"What???" "You mean???" Lucas and I spoke at the same time.

"Yes. It actually started with Haim."

"Mr. Greenberg," Lucas interrupted, "I'm a licensed psychotherapist. That makes me a mandated reporter. Do you know what that means?"

"Yes. My son explained that to me when he told me about Russell's history."

I glared at Russ. How could he betray our family like that?

"It's okay, Dad. Really. I told Haim, but only after he told me about his Dad. After we got engaged, he decided he could trust me with his family secret. And I figured I could trust him with ours, because it's all connected together."

"I guess it is," I said, still a little doubtful.

"Let me tell the start of the story, okay, Z'dad?"

"Sure." Zach nodded, looking more than a little embarrassed.

"Zach-Dad got the measles back when I was five, and he ran a high fever, over 104°F sometimes.

"Yeah, it was pretty bad. I was completely out of it for hours at a time."

"Yeah, Dad. you were. Well, with the fever he was real uncomfortable, and one time when he was out of his head with the fever he just got up and wandered around the house. Dan-dad didn't have time to cook, so we mostly got food delivered. Well, one time he'd ordered from a nearby deli that we didn't usually go to because their food was... pretty mediocre. And there was this big thing of potato salad. I didn't like the taste, so I pretty much left it alone. But Dan-dad ate a big helping of it."

"I always was a sucker for potato salad. But that batch had something wrong with it, and I got sick as a dog. Stuff coming out of both ends."

"Yeah. And while Dan-dad was in the bathroom, Z'dad got restless and wandered around the house, completely naked. I was watching TV in the living room when Dad came in. I saw his cock, and I was just fascinated. But I took him by the hand and told him, "C'mon Dad, you need to go back to bed. He let me lead him back to bed and tuck him in. I'd been feeling lonely for him, so I climbed into bed with him."

"Good thing you'd had the standard vaccinations. I'd have hated to have you catch measles from me."

That seemed odd. "What about you, Zach? They had the measles vaccine out when you were in your teens. Why didn't you get vaccinated?"

"I'm allergic to eggs. That's why I didn't get any of the potato salad, and a good thing too. Add food poisoning to the measles and I think I would have died."

"I'm glad you didn't Z'dad!"

"Me, too," said Daniel. I saw the look pass between the retriever and the fox; it was the same way that Lucas and I often looked at each other.

Haim continued: "But after a while, Z'dad got restless again. I snuggled up against him, just for comfort, and he muttered something, then reached down and started fondling my penis. I didn't know what to make of that, it felt strange. But after a while it started it started feeling kind of nice. I still didn't understand what it was about, but I liked it. But I guess my response wasn't what he was looking for, because he muttered, "Not in the mood," turned over, and went back to sleep.

"And I can't even remember any of this. I was so out of my head with fever..."

"Yeah. Well, Dan-dad came back and saw me in bed with Z'dad. 'Feeling lonely, little guy?' he asked me. 'Yeah, and Z'dad's quieter with me here.' So he went off to do a laundry, but checked back every few minutes."

"It was good knowing you were with Zach, but you were only five. So I figured I'd better give a look in; Zach might get worse and you wouldn't know what to do."

"I'd have called for you, silly Dad. Anyway, Dan-dad had to go back into the bathroom and he was there for a long time. And Z'dad started getting restless again, tossing and turning and muttering. And then he started to get out of bed. I hugged him again, as much as I could. Then I remembered how he'd been touching me. And I remembered seeing his penis; it was a little like mine, but I had this little dinky limp thing, and Z'dad had had this big thing sticking out between his legs. I remembered how he'd played with mine, and I reached down and started playing with his. And he muttered a little and settled down."

I laughed. "I'm sure he did."

"Dad was less restless when I played with his cock, so I kept going. Besides, I liked the feel of it in my hands, so hot with his fever. Then he started moaning, and I was afraid I was hurting him, so I stopped. But he muttered, 'oh... don't stop now,' so I started again. Then he said, 'oh, yeah, faster...' so I rolled it between my hands real fast, and he shouted 'Yes!' and this white stuff came out. I didn't really understand what that was about. But Dad fell asleep right afterward, so I figured it was a good thing."

"And then I finally got out of the bathroom you asked about the white stuff, and I was completely shocked. I couldn't say anything for several seconds. But I didn't make a big deal out of it. I told him that was for adults like me and his Z'dad, and he shouldn't do that until he was older. I figured that would be the end of it. I should have remembered the song from The Fantasticks...

And he started singing:

My son was once afraid to swim. The water made him wince. Until I said he mustn't swim: S'been swimming ever since.

He then, spoken, "And children... must get their own way, the minute that you say no."

"But I didn't see why not. I liked it, and it made Dad feel better. So what's the harm? I figured it was another of those things adults don't want kids to know about, like the words daddies use and puppies aren't allowed to say. Besides, I didn't do something stupid like pouring raspberry jam on a cat."

"That was a very wise decision you made," Lucas said. "Sometimes cubs are traumatized by sexual encounters with adult furs, but sometimes they're just puzzled because they don't 'get' what it's about -- especially when there's no force, no penetration, and no physical damage. But if an adult makes a big fuss about it, then the cub may think he did something wrong and feel guilty. So it was good for you to just 'get over heavy ground as lightly as possible'."

"So any time Z'dad was restless and Dan-dad wasn't in the room, I'd do it again. I didn't understand what it was about, but I sure understood that Z'dad liked it and it made him feel better for a while. And I liked to hear the noises Z'dad made. One time I tasted the white stuff, but it didn't taste like much of anything. More boring than distilled water."

Russell mouthed "Told ya so" at me.

Zachary took over the story. "After about half a day the sponge baths and anti-fever meds that Daniel was giving me finally got my fever down below 104. And I started to come out of the fog. I was still uncomfortable, tossing and turning. I felt a hand on my cock, playing with it, and thought it was Daniel. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the sensation until I climaxed. I felt real tired, and started to go back to sleep, but I opened my eyes for a second to thank Daniel. And I saw it was Haim. My puppy... only five years old. He'd just given me a fantastic handjob. 'What...?' I said, and stopped, because I couldn't figure out what to say in words suitable for a puppy. 'Go back to sleep, Z'dad,' Haim told me. And I was so tired that I did."

"I finally got my food poisoning under control a few hours after Zach's fever broke," Daniel said. "I took a long hot shower and managed to scrounge up dinner from what was in the fridge. I even got Zach to eat a little. Haim got back into bed with Zach after dinner, and I let him, but about 7:30 I asked him if he thought he could sleep in his own bed. Zach was still pretty restless, and this was Sunday. Even a kindergarten-puppy needs sleep. He went off but was back about 2 in the morning, wanting to sleep with his daddies."

"I woke up at about 7," Zach said, "Both Daniel and Haim were in bed with me. That's okay, it's a full king, plenty of room. But it reminded me of what happened yesterday. Daniel got Haim dressed and dropped him off at school. When he got back, I told him about the handjob. 'What time was this'? he asked. I wasn't really sure, but 'midafternoon,' I guessed. Daniel looked serious. 'That's at least twice, because he asked me about your semen a little before lunch. I'll talk to him when he comes home.' I wanted to do the talking, but I was still pretty weak, as Daniel pointed out."

"So Dan-dad sat me down at the kitchen table and explained about being married and about monogamy."

"And I thought that settled it. I didn't realize how persistent -- and curious -- and smart our puppy was."

"Heh," Haim said, taking over the tale.

oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh yeah_, oh-yeah, OH YES!_"

I looked at Jared. He was staring at them, mesmerized, his mouth open, nearly drooling.

"Oh, yeah," he whispered.

I pulled him behind the couch and we waited until both dads were asleep, then went quietly back to bed. This time we both ended up in my bed -- it was a little snug, but okay for good friends.

"Wow!" Jared said. "That was... What was that, anyway?" His eyes were as big as saucers.

I did my best to explain about how playing with Z'dad's thing made him feel good. The rest of it, I couldn't really explain because I didn't understand it.

"I wanna try that," Jared said. We spent a while trying... I played with his penis, then he fondled mine. We both agreed that it was kinda nice, but not a big deal. Certainly nothing like the reaction the dads had had while we watched. Then he wanted to try putting it in like we'd seen. We tried, but my penis wasn't long enough and hard enough to get into him.

A few days later we watched while Dan-dad gave Z'dad a long, sensuous blowjob. By the time he finished, Z'dad was writhing around on the bed, begging for Dan to speed up and let him cum.

We went back to my room and Jared tried sucking my penis. And again it felt nice, but not really all that special. We decided that you needed a grown-up to make this sex-stuff work. But there was a problem: the two grown-ups we were interested in were married. I explained to Jared what Dan-dad had said about marriage and mongamy.

"We need a plan," he said.

"Or maybe just some luck," I said.

We got our chance a few months later. Dan-dad had to go away on business for two weeks. It was some big deal, a major customer. We waited ten days for Z'dad to get really horny, then Jared went to Z'dad's bedroom and asked if he'd like any "help" with his problem.

Zach interrupted. "Some 'help'. Daniel was away, I had nothing but my right paw and that wasn't very satisfactory compared to being in bed with Daniel, smelling Daniel, touching Daniel... I turned you down, of course. I was still a married fur."

Yeah. But you were weakening. That's when Jared sprang his surprise.

"Right. You're not allowed to have sex with anybody but Mr. Rapaport. We get it. But the two of you go to strip clubs, right?"

"Well... yeah. They've got this really hot tiger at The Paws That Refreshes. You should see... No, actually, you shouldn't see, you're only five years old!"

That didn't slow Jared down a bit. "So you're allowed to look but not touch, right?"

"Uh... right."

"So, why don't you watch us and see if you feel any better."

"Ummm... okay."

"I thought that meant you were going to do some sort of striptease, maybe some hip thrusts if you'd seen something on TV. I sure didn't expect the show I got."

The two of us started dancing around the room. We weren't very good at it, but we did our best. Then we started taking each others' clothes off. Once we were naked, Jared starting fondling me, playing with me until I had a tiny erection. Then I did the same to him, each with a hand in the other's lap, playing with him.

Z'dad was breathing hard, and had unzipped his pants and started pulling. Jared lay down and I took him in my mouth, but he didn't make much noise and I soon got bored. "Switch?" he asked me, and I stopped and said, "Yes."

"Stand up," Jared told me, and I stood up. He knelt in front of me and took me in his mouth. It felt nice, as before, and he just kept going until Z'dad groaned and came, getting semen on his hands and the bed he was sitting on.

---

When Dan-dad got home, Z'dad told him what happened. Dan-dad called another family talk. "I'm not going to make a fuss about monogamy. I agree that Zach watching you and Jared was allowed in our marriage. But..." he paused, then went on in a more serious tone, "I have concerns about a puppy your age doing sexual things at all, even with another youngster your own age. Has anybody been... touching you in a way that bothers you, that makes you uncomfortable? Has anybody suggested that you should do anything like this?

"Yes, Jared suggested it."

"Oh. I mean anybody older."

"Oh. No, Dan-dad. I really liked doing stuff to Z'dad when he was sick. And I know I can't do that to him any more, because you two are married, but I wanted to try it, so Jared and I did some experimenting. Then when you were away, we wanted to do something for Z'dad, so we put on our show."

Jared nodded.

"Well, your Z'dad and I have discussed it. I won't tell you two not to experiment. First, it's your body, your mind, your life to make decisions about. Second, if I told you not to, you'd probably find a way around it. Wouldn't you?"

Both of us nodded. "We would, Dan-dad."

"Okay. You two play around if you want to. But I'm going to give you some advice. Number one: don't tell anybody else, not other kids, not adult furs. Because if you do, your Z'dad and I could get in real trouble, and we'd have to go away and not see you any more. Okay?"

"Okay, Dan-dad."

"Okay, Mr. Rapaport."

"Number two: don't involve us in your games, the way you did with Zach last week. It could get us in real trouble. Okay?"

We both nodded.

"Third, don't involve any adults in your games or put on any shows for them, at least not without talking to Z'dad or me first. You could get seriously hurt if you approach the wrong fur. Do you understand?"

"Yes." "Yes."

"I want to hear you say you understand and won't do that."

"Yes, Dan-dad. I understand. I won't let any adults into the games."

"Yes, Mr. Rapaport. I understand. Nobody but us two, no adults unless we check with you first. Right?"

"Right, Jared."

---

That left us free to do something we didn't really care about. Neither of us got much out of being fondled or sucked. What we wanted was a grown-up, preferably Z'dad, who would make all those great noises for us. As Jared put it, we needed another plan. This time it was my idea, in two parts.

One night a couple of months later, when Jared was over for dinner, I looked up at Dan-dad and asked, "If we're not allowed to play with you or put on a show for you, could we at least watch you and Z'dad doing it?"

"What...?" Dan-dad sprayed a mouthful of mashed potatoes across the table.

"You want us to... to perform for you like trained seals?" Z'dad asked.

"No," Jared said, "You do whatever you want. Just let us watch. Okay?"

"No way..." Z'dad started, but...

"I'll think..." Dan-dad said, then trailed off as he heard what Z'dad said.

"Oh, please, please..." I said. And both of us gave them the big-eyed puppy look. You know...

Haim did the puppy-dog eyes, just to make sure we did. "We sure do," I said, and Lucas nodded agreement. Zach and Daniel just sighed dramatically.

And we just looked at them. And eventually Z'dad gave in. "Well... if Daniel is okay with it..."

Dan-dad sat a while longer, thinking. Then he and Z'dad exchanged some sort of look, and Dan-dad said, "All right."

From then on, we didn't have to pretend to go to sleep or hide behind the sofa. Oh, not all the time. On school nights we still had to go to bed right after dinner. And I had to get my homework done first, which gave me a real good incentive. But on weekends we would sit on the sofa or on the worktable, and watch while Dan-dad sucked Z'dad's cock, or fucked Z'dad, or whatever they felt like doing that night. I remember a few times Z'dad lay on the bed and spread some lubricant on his thighs. Then he clamped Dan-dad's cock between them.

If Jared was at home that night, I'd sit and watch. Not all the time, you understand. Watching other people do sex isn't really that fascinating, even for a 5 year old puppy who wants to learn about it. So sometimes I'd be watching TV or playing with my toys or surfing the web. But often enough that my dads just got used to having me or both of us just sitting there, quietly watching, while they did sex-things.

---

After a few weeks of this, the two of us braced my dads at a Saturday morning breakfast. "Mr. Greenberg, Mr. Rapaport..." Jared began.

"Yes, Jared?" Dan-dad said.

"Look, we understand about the marriage thing and all, but there are such things as open marriages, right?"

Z'dad frowned. "Yes, but ours isn't one of them. We promised to be faithful to each other. That means not doing sex-things with other furs. Not even cute little kits and puppies who have a crush on us."

It was my turn. "It's not a crush. I love both of my dads forever. This is just part of that. You two help me out, play with me, protect me. And I want to help you feel good, like I did with Z'dad when he had the measles. It's just part of who I am and what I want."

"And I feel the same way," Jared added. Then we did the puppy-eyes thing again. My dads have like, zero resistance to puppy-dog-eyes.

"Too true," Daniel admitted, "Although I like to think we've developed a little resistance over time."

"They sat a long time. Then Dan-dad said, 'We'll think about it. All right?' Both of us said 'All right,' but we felt like cheering and shouting and doing high-fives."

"Yeah," Zachary said, "They had us. We just weren't ready to admit it yet."

"The next time Jared came over," Daniel said, "We sat them down and told them. 'Okay, pups, we've decided. We're not going to a full open marriage, but we'll open it enough to include the two of you. But there are rules,' and I spelled them out."

Yeah, I can still remember them.

One: You have to ask for what you want. Zach and I will never ask you for anything sexual.

Two: You don't do anything you don't feel like doing.

Three: Zach and I are primary. If we want to make love, you two can watch, or help, but only within that rule.

Four: You can kiss me or Zach, or you can use your hands, or lick us, or anything like that. But no penetration, right?

I had to ask them what "penetration" meant, but we agreed to those rules.

After that, I was allowed to play with Z'dad's penis if I felt like it and Dan-dad wasn't around. Or Jared would sometimes lick Dan-dad, and even suck on the tip a little until Dan-dad came. Or Z'dad would be fucking Dan-dad, and I would roll his dick between my hands. Did Dan-dad ever make the most incredible noises when Jared or I did that...

I was happy with that, but Jared wanted more. "I've seen your Z'dad inside Mr. Rapaport's ass, and he sure seemed to enjoy it. I want that. I want it so bad I can taste it."

"But we're not allowed under rule four."

"I know. We have to get them to change that rule. But how?"

"Prove you can do it. I think they're just afraid of hurting you."

Jared sighed. But he still kept talking about it. As with oral sex, I didn't see what the big deal was, but Jared sure wanted it.

---

Zach resumed the tale. "Well, one day, not too long after Haim's sixth birthday, Jared showed up in our bedroom. He asked if I was 'in the mood,' and I said yes. He took his clothes off, then produced this big ole dildo from his backpack. 'Watch,' he said. And I watched while he bent over and threaded that thing into his ass. It was bigger than I was, and I'm a little bigger than average. 'Now,' he said, 'wouldn't you like to do that to me?"

"Yeah," Haim put in, "Jared told me he was going to challenge Z'dad. He'd found some of Mr. Connor's sex toys and played with them until he could get the biggest one inside him. So I was there, sitting in a chair, watching all this with big eyes."

"And I told Jared, 'Not tonight. Those were Daniel's rules, and I'll have to talk to him before we make any changes.' So Jared came over and licked me until I was hard, then used his hands to get me off while at the same time he was flicking that sensitive spot under the head with his tongue. It didn't take long, and I howled like a dog when I came. Not surprising, I guess. I am a dog. He licked it all up, too."

"And Jared went to Dan-dad and did puppy-eyes, while I provided logical reasons."

"You should put 'logical' in quotes," Daniel answered. "It was stuff like how Zach and I didn't have to worry about hurting Jared because he'd already managed it with a bigger cock, and how much Jared wanted this, and stuff like that. I waved to him to shut up, and for a miracle he did. Then I sat down and thought. And I finally decided that Jared and Haim were right. Jared was not going to be physically harmed from being fucked by Zach, because he'd already penetrated himself with a longer and thicker dildo. And it was obvious that he wasn't being harmed psychologically. I'd checked with Nathan, and Jared's grades were better than they'd been, he was bringing home "excellent" notices in "citizenship", and in general acting like a normal 6 year old -- except for that extremely precocious interest in sex. I couldn't quite figure that out."

"I could hazard a guess," Lucas said. "Nathan was constantly moving from one girlfriend or boyfriend to the next. It left Jared unsure about who he was supposed to love, and who besides his own father might love him. When your son showed him the two of you having sex, he jumped to the conclusion that love meant sex. You were his best friend's dad, so he wanted to have you as a substitute father."

"I don't think it was quite that simple," Haim put in. "I think it was partly genetic, something from his egg donor, whoever she was."

"Yeah," Russ agreed, "I saw the way he took to Dad. There was an enthusiasm there, not just buying love. He really liked sex; he didn't cum, but he still enjoyed the hell out of it. Now, me, I think I may have started out of envy. Jared was getting to play with Dad in a way I wasn't allowed. But once we started I found that I really liked it too. No... I don't think the substitute father explanation is it." He paused, and looked at Lucas. "Sorry, Daddy Luke, I know this is your area of expertise, but I knew and played with Jared for years."

"That's all right," Lucas said, and hugged Russell. "I don't have to be right all the time, not even with my patients."

"So, this has been ongoing?" I asked.

"Yes," Zach nodded, "Until now."

"But what about monogamy? Russell and Haim have been engaged for over a year."

Russell and Haim and Zach exchanged a Look, then Zach nodded.

"Well," Haim said, "that's why I brought this up tonight. You see, I love Russell. But I also love my dads. And I think I could grow to love you two, Russ's fathers, in much the same way. And Russ is interested in my fathers, and thinks there could be love -- sexual love -- there as well."

"Now, wait," I said. "Are you suggesting...?"

"I'm proposing. To you two, Norm-dad and Luke-dad."

"And I'm proposing to Z'dad and Dan-dad," Russell added. "Haim and I want to propose that we form one big family, a merger of all our relationships. You don't have to answer right away, but think about it, okay?"

I looked at Zachary. A startlingly good-looking golden retriever. And I saw him looking at Lucas. Well, what's not to like in my favorite beaver? And Lucas was staring at Daniel and at the young retriever, Haim. I turned to look at the retriever pup and I'm damned if he wasn't giving me a "come-hither" look.

Finally, Lucas spoke slowly. "Norm and I will have to talk this over. We'll give you an answer in a few days."

"Thank you," Russell and Haim said in unison. Zach nodded, his eyes bright. And Daniel just smiled. Russell was smiling happily at me, and Haim had somehow widened his come-hither look to include Lucas."

When I woke up the next morning, Lucas was leaning on one elbow, looking at me. "G'Morning, Lucas," I said.

"So," he asked, "Are we going to take them up on it? We've been used to just being three, you, me, and Russell, and then it's mostly been just the two of us since Russ went away to State U."

"Face it," I said. "We're goners. It's all over but the final surrender. And the kissing, there'll be a lot of that. And sucking, and fucking, of course. And Russell knows it, you saw him smiling at us."

Lucas smiled. "You're right, of course."

We went downstairs and Lucas cooked breakfast for six. After we'd eaten, I said, "Lucas and I have talked it over, and the answer to your proposal is 'Yes,' at least for us."

"Us, too," Zach said, sharing another loving stare with Daniel, then with the rest of us.

---

About a week later I was in bed with Haim. We'd done his favorite thing: him on all fours with his tail to one side like a feral, me cumming inside him. As we relaxed side by side, Haim said, "I've been doing some web research and I found Jared's email address."

My ears perked up. "Yes?"

"You should email him and invite him to come for a visit. He's a junior now, and should have some free time unless he took a full-time summer job."

"I don't know if he'll be interested after all this time," I said.

"You won't know until you ask, will you?"

"I guess not."

"And a visit doesn't imply you two have to have sex, much less commit to a relationship. You can just look at each other, talk, and see what develops, if anything. right?"

"Sure." I reached out, grabbed my tablet, typed the invitation, and sent it to the email address Haim gave me. Then I rolled over to cuddle Haim.

My tablet made its "dog barking at a mailman" sound. I looked, it was a reply from Jared.

To: Norman Sawyer <[email protected]> From: Jared Connor <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Come for a visit?

Yes! I'd love to come see you and Russell and Zach and all and meet your spouse. I've got an event next week, and classes start the second week of September, but I'm free the rest of the summer. Let me know when, and I'll buy the tickets.

Find me a nearby hotel, pricewise midrange, unless you want me to sleep at your place.

Fondly, --Jared

I showed it to Haim. "Well, that bodes well, doesn't it?" I had to agree. We went to tell the rest of the family.

"That's.. that's brilliant!" Russell shouted, and jumped up to high-five Haim.

"That's my puppy," Zach said, "Leave it to Haim to reach way out into left field and come up with a great idea!"

Daniel just beamed, and Lucas grinned and said, "I've been wanting to meet Jared ever since you two told me about him." He pulled out his wallet. "I've got a twenty says he gets each of you two," he looked at Zach and me, "into bed within two days of his arrival, and both of you at the same time within a week."

There were no takers. We -- the whole family-to-be -- had a lot more than a twenty riding on this.

I checked with everybody. Nobody had any schedule conflicts.

To: Jared Connor <[email protected]> From: Norman Sawyer <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Come for a visit?

Come whenever you can. We all want to see you again. Lucas is especially looking forward to meeting you. You can stay in the guest bedroom as long as you want.

Love, --Norman

---

We all went to the airport to meet Jared. He came out the door from the jetway, spotted us, and came running over. He grabbed me and brought his face close to mine for a kiss, then noticed Lucas and hesitated.

Lucas grinned, and said "Pray continue," in a fake French accent. And everybody applauded.

Jared grabbed me, brought his muzzle to mine, and did his best to eat me from the inside out, while I tried to do the same to him. We headed for the baggage claim, several of us walking a little stiff-legged. Daniel went off to ransom the car from short-term parking.

Nobody felt like a fancy meal when we got home, so we ordered a bunch of pizza. I got to eat about two slices, then Jared grabbed me and dragged me to the bedroom. He kissed just about every square inch of my skin, while I frantically kissed anything I could reach. When we couldn't stand it any more, he lay down and took me in "missionary position". And he was just as tight at 21 as he had been at 7; I'm not sure how he managed that. But it was incredible. We fell asleep in minutes, our arms around each other, and slept for nine hours straight.

When we woke up in the morning, I insisted on taking him in my mouth. No reason he should get to have all the fun! When I'd last seen him, he hadn't been able to properly appreciate being sucked. Now he could, and he moaned and keened and screamed his pleasure, before spurting jets of delicious-tasting Jared-cream in my mouth.

Daniel made breakfast burritos from scratch. We sat around, traded memories and war stories. Jared had a problem, though. He just couldn't find the right place to sit. He started out next to me, with Russell on his other side. Then he went over to sit next to Zach. Then Haim moved over to let Jared sit between them. And then Jared had to go sit next to Daniel and fondle him. And then next to Lucas. And so on, all morning. I ordered a bunch of deli sandwiches so nobody would have to cook lunch. After lunch, Jared dragged Zach off to the guest bedroom.

This was great! I'd thought Haim's dads would have to drive back to their home or sleep in our living room, but it didn't look like Jared planned to sleep alone anytime soon -- nor did anybody else.

Jared invited Zach and Russell and me to join him that night. We kind of went crazy, Zach trying to get Jared in his mouth, while I was trying for the same goal. Jared settled it. He had me lie on the bed and straddled me, lowering himself onto my cock. Zach lay crosswise and wrapped his mouth around Jared. And Russ knelt across my face. Jared leaned forward to suck Russell. That placed Russ's ass convenient to my mouth, so I rimmed him while Jared bounced up and down on me. Lucas would have won his bet, if anybody had taken it. Next day, Jared wanted to try sex with Lucas, which led to a contest of wills: both of them prefer being fucked. Jared won, of course.

By the fourth day, it was obvious that we were all compatible with Jared, with each other, in twos, threes, and fours. Plus we made a trip to Zach and Daniel's place, they have this huge circular bed, big enough for seven if they're all very friendly. We were.

The fifth morning, Haim and Russell took Jared aside and proposed the multiple marriage idea to him. He insisted on asking each of us, in turn, if we wanted him in our marriage. We all said yes, of course; we practically had our tongues hanging out with desire for him and each other.

"Just one thing," Jared said. "I'm going to eventually want a jill-ferret in the family. I want kits."

"And a she-mouse: I want pups," Russell said.

"How about if we leave 'forsaking all others' out of the marriage vows," Lucas asked. "Then we can marry in a jill or a she-mouse if you find one who is compatible and won't get freaked out by our family. Or, failing that, just hire a host-mother.

Everybody nodded. "Sure." "No problem" "Great idea!"

I laughed. "Looks like we just re-invented the line-marriage." Everybody else grinned.

All that was left was to set the date. We decided on next summer, shortly after graduation. Everybody would be available all summer long, so we'd have plenty of time for a wedding and a humongous honeymoon.

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So that's how it happened. We had a nice ceremony in a big hall we rented, large enough for all the friends and relatives who wanted to see Russell and Haim get hitched. After the ceremony, Russell and Haim went to a nearby hotel "to consummate the marriage." Hah!

What really happened was that the other five of us snuck off to the hotel, where we'd rented a large suite for the day. We brought along the officiant, a priest of some wiccan group or other, and a few very close friends who were in on the secret. Not that any of us were any sort of pagan, but he had no objection to marrying multiple people, or to performing a private ceremony after the public one.

When we got up to the suite, the friends took seats to act as witnesses, and the seven of us stood up with the wiccan.

"Do you, Russell, Haim, Jared, Norman, Lucas, Zachary, and Daniel, take each of the others to be your spouse, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for the rest of your lives?"

He turned to each of us, and each of us in turn answered, "I do."

"Do you promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect each other, whether rich or poor, whether healthy or sick whatever troubles may come your way, including moments of anger at each other?"

And each of us answered, "I do." Then we chorused together, "We do!"

"I now pronounce you all co-spouses. You may kiss each other, or whatever."

There was a lot of whatever after that. It turned into a short but intense orgy, including the witnesses and the wiccan.

Then it was time to go back to the hall and open the festivities. We'd arranged for an open bar and a buffet of snack foods to keep the guests happy while we were away. When we came back, we did the reception line thing, then everybody took seats and the first two courses were served: soup and an appetizer. Zach proposed a toast to newlyweds and everybody drank. Then we did some dances. Russell danced with Haim. Then we invited the guests to dance as well. I danced with Russell and Daniel danced with Haim. We traded partners for the third dance, then Lucas and Zach cut in for the fourth, and I danced with Zach. Then I danced with Jared while Lucas danced with Zach.

We closed the dancing with a complicated bit that we'd spent a while rehearsing. We arranged for the band to play a fairly long number, nearly 8 minutes. We started out in pairs, with Zach on the sidelines. Then Zach cut in and danced with Jared, while I caught my breath. I cut in to replace Lucas with Haim... and so on, until all of us had danced with both Russell and Haim. At the end, the audience was nearly in tears of laughter at our antics, and burst into applause.

The antipasto was served, along with another toast. Then came the pasta and pilaf, followed by "secondi" -- a venison dish and lobster claws with butter -- then a salad, a cheese plate, a sweet, and mixed nuts. The last seemed only fair, given the family that was hosting the event. A last formal toast, then we circulated around the room, talking to our various friends and relatives. I met a lot of Zach's and Daniel's relatives, most of whom were quite congenial. And Zach and Daniel met my relatives and Lucas's, which was mostly congenial except for one of my uncles who could bore for England.

The seven of us spent a little time laughing quietly, thinking about how some of Daniel's relatives would react if they knew the real dimensions of the marriage they'd come to see. To say nothing of what Nathan would have thought if he knew the real reason for Jared's visit and the invitation of both of them to the wedding.

Then we danced until we were tired.

When it was over, we went back to our suite. It had three bedrooms, each with a king-size bed. We had a proper wedding night: each of us had each of the others, one way or another, and none of us got much sleep.

It's traditional that the parents run the family. But I think Jared is going to be running this one.

All that champagne last night. Oh, my head! Now, where's the phone...?

"Room service, how may we help you?"

"Six quarts of orange juice, and four of club soda, both at room temperature. Don't knock, everybody else is still asleep. I'm leaving the door unlocked."

"Yes, sir."

...

"Front desk."

"We'd like to keep the Ambassador Suite for an extra night."

"I'm checking on that... Yes, it's available. You're confirmed for a second night."

Actually, we'll probably go home around six or seven, but we're definitely going to need the beds later than noon checkout. At least some of that time for sleep. Oh good, there's the Room Service fur. And here's a bottle of ibuprofen that Lucas left for me...