Although we were the same age, I became Jack's sexual plaything. My bum would get used several times a week, other times we would wank or have oral. It seemed normal to me and Jack was always gentle and appreciative. Our sessions became longer and he fucked me in different positions. I liked it doggy style, it went in deeper, and I always tried to hold off until he'd satisfied himself. He had just mounted me one evening, when the door creaked open and dad stood there, cock in hand. It didn't bother Jack, who'd seen it all before, and just carried on. "I do miss the shags, you boys seem to get all the fun". I beckoned him in. He played with himself a Jack built up speed. To make things better, I became vocal, and used my ring to milk him. He came with a growl. Dad took over, his huge weapon stretching me open. At least Jack's cum acted as lube. He was rougher than his son. He banged away as if I were a sex toy, only stopping when he grunted and added his sperm to Jack's. After he left, Jack kissed me and tossed me off.
The nights were drawing in, we'd done the harvest, so it was just feeding the animals and milking. We had all been working seven days a week, so Harry suggested I took a few days off. I phoned Kev, my bestie in the last year of school. He said he'd be delighted to see me, and that he would fetch me on his motorbike. I put a backpack together, and we roared off down the lane. He had a pleasant semi-detached house on the outskirts of town. He lived with his mum. His older siblings had left home and mum was divorced. She welcomed me like a second son. I used to spend a lot of my time there before I moved to the farm. Embarrassingly, she gave me a kiss. Kev took me upstairs and showed me the spare room, I said thanks, but he could see I was disappointed. "What's wrong?", he asked. "Nothing, except I've been used to sleeping with someone, I might get lonely". "Well, you can share my bed, but it'll be a bit of a squeeze". I kissed his cheek and patted his bum. Just then, mum called up that tea was ready. Over the meal, I learned that Kev was an apprentice joiner. When I mentioned Jack, Kev giggled, and said he'd tell me later. I helped clear the table and wash up, then Kev suggested we went to the pub. I wasn't much of a drinker, but said OK. On the way, he told me his recollections of Jack. They were in the same class at school. I was in the bottom set. At lunchtimes, Jack, him, and a few mates would gather on the far side of the playing field, where they would get their knobs out and see who could jerk the furthest. I had to adjust myself. Jack always came the most, and sometimes he'd let another lad toss him instead. I was rock hard. In the pub, I asked him about girlfriends. "I've had a few flings, but it never works out. By the time I've fiddled with the condom, I've gone soft, and when I do fuck them, they just lie there like a doll. I don't know what I'm doing wrong, and I've more or less given up. I told him about the dysfunctional family, but not that I was related. By the third pint, I told Kev quite candidly, that I was Jack's plaything, and that he fucked me several time a week, and even his dad had fucked me. His eyes widened and it was his turn to adjust himself. "I've never thought about doing it with boys". I put my hand on his thigh. Feeling no resistance, I moved it up to his straining bulge. "You'll make me cum", he whispered, so we drank up and went home. Mum was already in bed as we tip-toed upstairs, used the bathroom, and went to bed. Just as Jack had done to me months ago, I spooned him, kissing the back of his neck. I felt around for his nipples, then on down over his abs to his tenting briefs. I slipped my hand under the waistband, and for the first time in his life, another man held his erection. He seeped. In a couple of minutes, he had made the sheets wet. In the near darkness, he watched as I tossed myself, and added my cum to his. We kissed, our mouths opened and our tongues met. We slept, cuddled together.
I was woken by him coming back from the shower, drying himself. With the sunlight streaming through the window, he looked beautiful. I went for a shower myself to conceal my erection. We were getting back into bed, when mum called us for breakfast. "It's OK, she goes shopping for a couple of hours". We had tea and munched away on cereal. Bye, you boys behave yourselves". We went back to bed. This time I seduced him, peeling off his clothes and kissing every inch of his slim frame, while undressing myself at the same time. When we were down to our underwear, we lay on the bed caressing each other. I kissed him with a passion he had never known. Our briefs came off. Sliding down his body, I kissed his nipples, then his treasure trail, before licking his shaft and stroking his balls. precum leaked from him. I turned him over and repeated it on his back, Kissing down his spine, pulling his cheeks apart and tonguing his pink rosebud. "Will it hurt?", he asked. I inserted a wet finger. "Relax and enjoy". I added a second and found his prostate. He groaned. I ate his ass some more and smothered it with saliva, then spat on my cock. I lined it up and gently pushed. He cried a little as I slipped inside, waited, then pushed right in, taking his virginity. I felt for his dick and was pleased to find it still hard. I humped slowly, giving him time to get used to the sensation, remembering my first time with Jack. "It's OK, fuck me". I pumped his tight hole harder, jerking him at the same time. It didn't take long. His tight ring made me shoot my load. He made the sheets wet again. Slipping out, he turned and we kissed. "I never knew I was gay", he chirped. "Maybe you're bi", I offered, "You can fuck me later". We bummed around town during the day and went back to the pub in the evening. After a few beers, I told him that I was a half brother of the boys at the farm, and how he was actually my dad. He stiffened again. We dragged ourselves home at closing time and cuddled together.
Sunday morning, his mum went to church. After showering, we went back to bed and he repeated what I had done to him the day before, except he took me missionary, so we could kiss as we fucked. We consummated our friendship again. After breakfast, he took me back to the farm. I promised not to leave it so long. We kissed once more and I watched him ride off into the distance.
