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“I know Billy hurt you by running away, dad,” Richard says, holding onto the dude’s flawless ass clad in only a jockstrap, splitting the lad’s ass crack and presenting me with my eldest son’s little, shaven pooper, “but I’ll be damned if I allow him to sell his hole in the streets again just to get by. I take care of him from now on.”     Billy’s in Richard’s embrace, who’s just in his briefs too, his arm around his one year younger brother’s neck, the hand of his other hand clamped shut and pushing into Richard’s chest, while his head’s turned and he’s looking at me standing in the doorway of what once was both boys’ bedroom, actually still is.     It’s obvious to me Billy’s so happy with every spoken word of Richard and enjoying his brother’s protective posture so much, it shows in his happily smiling face. But there’s also a bit of dread in his eyes, scared of how I might react, biting his teeth.     "Welcome home, Billy,“ I can only say, "Finally you’re back home again.” All I see now is that always wondrous and heartbreaking, beautiful smile on his gorgeous face. I wink at him with a smile and then I close the bedroom door. I’m a happy dad now. A very, very happy dad.

“I know Billy hurt you by running away, dad,” Richard says, holding onto the dude’s flawless ass clad in only a jockstrap, splitting the lad’s ass crack and presenting me with my eldest son’s little, shaven pooper, “but I’ll be damned if I allow him to sell his hole in the streets again just to get by. I take care of him from now on.”     Billy’s in Richard’s embrace, who’s just in his briefs too, his arm around his one year younger brother’s neck, the hand of his other hand clamped shut and pushing into Richard’s chest, while his head’s turned and he’s looking at me standing in the doorway of what once was both boys’ bedroom, actually still is.     It’s obvious to me Billy’s so happy with every spoken word of Richard and enjoying his brother’s protective posture so much, it shows in his happily smiling face. But there’s also a bit of dread in his eyes, scared of how I might react, biting his teeth.     "Welcome home, Billy,“ I can only say, "Finally you’re back home again.” All I see now is that always wondrous and heartbreaking, beautiful smile on his gorgeous face. I wink at him with a smile and then I close the bedroom door. I’m a happy dad now. A very, very happy dad.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Fuck off, Jeffy, stay away,” I growl in a whisper, “Mom and dad are in the kitchen!” My younger brother nevertheless climbs on top of the seat of the sofa I’m lounging in and kneels in front of me.     "They’re busy doing the dishes,“ Jeff says as we both stare at the open door that leads into the kitchen next to the living room where we’re at.     "One quick kiss then,” I smile, looking up at the kid. It’s then when Jeffy’s beautiful blue eyes gaze straight into mine, making me swallow. So needy. So wanting. He bends down a bit until his face is close to mine. “I so love you, Ricky,” he coos. It’s his mantra. A sentence he repeats every chance he gets these days. And he so means it, it scares the hell out of me. It makes me so responsible for him.     His sweet, soft lips touch mine and I taste the 7up and the vanilla-chocolate ice-cream he had as desert, and then I detect Jeffy’s distinctive sugary sweet own taste and I love it. The boy leans in more, making his luscious lips cover mine, making his tongue press forward between my lips, forcing me to french him.     That’s when we hear a stumble in the kitchen and Jeff quickly breaks off the kiss, sags down and rests his head on my chest, holding me tight.     Watching the open door once again I embrace Jeff and whisper once more, “I so love you too, Jeffy.”     I hear the kid sigh happily.

 

 

 

 

 

“Fuck off, Jeffy, stay away,” I growl in a whisper, “Mom and dad are in the kitchen!” My younger brother nevertheless climbs on top of the seat of the sofa I’m lounging in and kneels in front of me.     "They’re busy doing the dishes,“ Jeff says as we both stare at the open door that leads into the kitchen next to the living room where we’re at.     "One quick kiss then,” I smile, looking up at the kid. It’s then when Jeffy’s beautiful blue eyes gaze straight into mine, making me swallow. So needy. So wanting. He bends down a bit until his face is close to mine. “I so love you, Ricky,” he coos. It’s his mantra. A sentence he repeats every chance he gets these days. And he so means it, it scares the hell out of me. It makes me so responsible for him.     His sweet, soft lips touch mine and I taste the 7up and the vanilla-chocolate ice-cream he had as desert, and then I detect Jeffy’s distinctive sugary sweet own taste and I love it. The boy leans in more, making his luscious lips cover mine, making his tongue press forward between my lips, forcing me to french him.     That’s when we hear a stumble in the kitchen and Jeff quickly breaks off the kiss, sags down and rests his head on my chest, holding me tight.     Watching the open door once again I embrace Jeff and whisper once more, “I so love you too, Jeffy.”     I hear the kid sigh happily.

 

“Fuck off, Jeffy, stay away,” I growl in a whisper, “Mom and dad are in the kitchen!” My younger brother nevertheless climbs on top of the seat of the sofa I’m lounging in and kneels in front of me.     "They’re busy doing the dishes,“ Jeff says as we both stare at the open door that leads into the kitchen next to the living room where we’re at.     "One quick kiss then,” I smile, looking up at the kid. It’s then when Jeffy’s beautiful blue eyes gaze straight into mine, making me swallow. So needy. So wanting. He bends down a bit until his face is close to mine. “I so love you, Ricky,” he coos. It’s his mantra. A sentence he repeats every chance he gets these days. And he so means it, it scares the hell out of me. It makes me so responsible for him.     His sweet, soft lips touch mine and I taste the 7up and the vanilla-chocolate ice-cream he had as desert, and then I detect Jeffy’s distinctive sugary sweet own taste and I love it. The boy leans in more, making his luscious lips cover mine, making his tongue press forward between my lips, forcing me to french him.     That’s when we hear a stumble in the kitchen and Jeff quickly breaks off the kiss, sags down and rests his head on my chest, holding me tight.     Watching the open door once again I embrace Jeff and whisper once more, “I so love you too, Jeffy.”     I hear the kid sigh happily.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Don’t look so sad, honey. Pappy didn’t forget about you. It took mommy a while longer to go to sleep than otherwise,” I say, staring in Robbie’s beautiful blue peepers as he wraps his wet lips hungrily around my full-blown, fat cockhead, closing them tightly just behind the flared edges. His raspy tongue makes love to the sensitive underside right away.     "You promised your first cum’s always mine,“ the kid then protests mumbling, with his mouth full now, and his eyes still set with disappointment and grieve.     "I know,” I sigh, “Didn’t work out like that tonight. Mommy needed a fuck all of a sudden.” I tousle through his neatly cut hair and caress his head, “and then I’d to wash her cunt juices off me. Don’t wanna have you to slurp it up. I’m sorry, okay?”     Peace and love settle in his eyes, finally, and his jaw twitches with a smile. Holding my gaze he starts to move his luscious lips over my cock. It won’t take long before he’ll lose himself in the cocksucking and forget all about the world around him and me giving him seconds. It’s easy to make him happy these days.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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