As a young man Brad Sintec realized that helping those who needed made him happy. Did they need yard work, clothes, food, a hand to cross the street, get a cat out of a tree? What did someone need and how could he help them?
The years of single digits of age turned to double digits and time in the Boy Scouts transferred to time in the Eagle Scouts. There was no thought of sports or relationships beyond the moment as the moment simply held thought of the next person to need help.
When working age came about he took jobs as young men do in fast food, movie theaters, gas stations and such. Through the time, though, schoolwork kept him busy but in the wee hours of the evenings and the mornings Brad would plan how to help someone get whatever they may need -- The Firsthand Food Shelter on Second Street needed food and volunteers, the Y.M.C.A. over on Pathway Avenue needed equipment, The Falcons pop warner football needed uniforms and many other places needed help. And he wanted to help.
Brad went before the city council with ways to use tax dollars to strengthen areas of the city's infrastructure without causing any other taxes to the general populace. While the details are lengthy and constructive holes were found and everything he proposed was denied. A sixteen year old has little knowledge of how money and politics work. This deconstruction of hope from the adults let him know he'd probably never be in office.
What he needed, ironically, was a benevolent benefactor for his projects. Therein was formed the first output of the Bradley Ulysses Sintec Hope Foundation as he approached the one person who would stay with him for the next nine years -- Molly Graness, his first employer of the yard, one of the richest people in their city and one of the administrators at the hospital.
After his lengthy explanation of plans and want she agreed based upon one chance. She would back him the money for one enterprise, maybe more if this one turned out well, so he put on a charity fair for the food shelter. It took him weeks to plan and he did all the work himself -- phone calls, flyers, permits and all of the tidbits that something like this needs. It cost almost $3000 to put on and they raised just over ten grand, profiting them the seven. All but five hundred dollars was given to the food shelter. That kept money was used to buy needed office equipment and a cell phone.
All fund raisers thereafter lost that five hundred for whatever was needed or for a bank roll for Brad, as heavily suggested by Molly.
After helping several arenas that would become important to Brad later he had a place to live, gas for a car, sundries for his life and with minimal expenditure on his part.
Brad dined with his family four or five days a week, frequently making dinner for the ladies of the Sintec family. They would all sit and discuss the day's or week's events but it always seemed that Brad gave the least information. His sisters, mother and grandmother talked about themselves frequently and he let them. What he did was not for recognition or fame but for the people and he was happy about his life.
*******
"What the bloody hell's going on here!," came an excited voice from the doorway.
The three siblings turned in their relative positions, Karol still naked and still sitting on a still hard cock, Jenn standing naked with Brad's hand between her legs and, of course, Brad right between them. No one panicked or freaked to go and get dressed or cover up.
"Hi mom," Karol and Jenn said in unison. "We were just thanking Bard."
When Jenn stood and Karol moved to one side Brad could see that his mother, Sarah, was standing in the doorway to his room, topless. Her stylized light brown hair hung just to her shoulders which were straight with her hands on her hips. The breasts that were wonderfully visible had a little sag to them but were still able to stand on their own. Triangles of tan lines surrounded a good portion of each breast but seemed to only accentuate the beauty of those body parts. Brad was certain his mother could win one of those tan line contests you hear about. While a little smaller than his sisters' boobs his mother's tits were a good size, too.
Sarah stepped into the room, not even bothering to try and cover anything up, just like her daughters, and stood next to the bed. "You're thanking him with sex, then, are you," she asked.
Karol, still sitting on Brad's cock and even rocking back and forth a little said, "We were doing what you're doing and then we just took it...a step or two further. That's all."
"I'd say that that's several steps beyond one or two," Sarah responded.
"We got his muscles working well," Jenn interposed. "It was good for everyone involved. Right, Brad?"
Somewhere along the short conversation, while staring at his mother's body, still feeling his cock inside one of his sisters and his hand in the pussy of the other, Brad's strength waned massively and he simply fell asleep. All three women were waiting for an answer from their Bard when they determined his status.
"Well," said Karol, "I guess we wore him out. Too bad." Karol had been beyond belief when she finally got to fuck her brother. She came, he came...she was still having multiple mini orgasms, so all was very good.
Karol slowly got off of her brother, Jenn removed his hand from between her legs and placed his arm gently on his chest and then all three women just stared for a few seconds at their naked family member. "Go clean yourselves up, girls. I'll put a blanket on him and we'll let him sleep a little."
Sarah's daughters quietly left the room but she could hear the giggling while they walked down the hall. Brad's mother stared down at her son's form and was impressed by it. Seeing his penis reacting to no attention so it was softening stirred something inside of her. She didn't know what it was but she did know that it was probably too much for a mother. Why had she removed her top clothes? Why was she going to show her son her tits? Did she fall victim to the guilt of not knowing and when the hospital admin slash foundation CEO admonished her and her family for not knowing she had to give something back? She couldn't say just now.
Sarah located her son's blanket and spread it out over the top of him. Somehow his still semi-erect dick was making a small tent in the blanket, or maybe the blanket got underneath his pretty cock -- where did that thought come from? -- and she felt that she needed to fix it for him for comforts sake. Drawing the blanket back from his chest she saw that his dick was just big and was denting the blanket. It really was an impressive tool. She'd had no connection to sex since her husband passed away and she realized that this was the stirring.
Sarah looked over to the doorway and saw that it was empty so she reached down and took a firm hold of her son's cock. She was not timid about it. She could feel Karol's juices on his member, probably some of his, too, and was drawn into the wont of what she could do to, er, with, her son. With a self-persuasion she gently let Brad's cock go, patted it like a puppy, drew the blanket over her sleeping son and thought 'Maybe later I'll get some.'
With that thought burning in her mind she left the room but left the door open.
*******
Upon a dream and deeper explanation:
He stood watching three naked women fawn and play over him. He was as naked as they were and enjoying every second of it. His dream was a wonderful thing. T'was also a memory for a minute.
Bradley Ulysses Sintec, founder of the B.U.S.H. Foundation and philanthropist of charity extraordinaire was always one who couldn't stop doing for other people. He rarely did anything for himself and that fact cost him quite a bit as he grew up through his teens and into manhood. He'd never been to a high school dance in patronage with date in arm and feet ready to actually dance -- he put on and controlled the dance from the shadows, assigning people their jobs, making deals with hotels for any overnight stays -- he was the mastermind behind every dance when he was in high school because the school had run out of money.
As a young man Brad learned that he had a mind for business. That mind allowed him to make deals with people and companies in order to create arenas of charity for other people and businesses. He frequently got something in return for these gifts -- fifty years of rent-free apartment living, free gas for an advertisement on his small car (since he didn't really drive that much the gas station was winning), a small stipend from his foundation -- it did have to pay its employees and since there were only two it wasn't a great loss to the foundation, and many other small, intricate pieces for his life's work and his life.
Girlfriends had never been a part of his life, relationships with men or women as friends had eluded him but he'd been a part of everyone's life for many years now, though few actually knew it. He wasn't sorry for what he did or how his life turned out. Instead, he was happy and contented with the fact that people still had houses, kids could go to schools and dances, businesses struggling for life could now strive for something -- he couldn't save all of them, certainly, but he did try. Hospitals, care facilities, governmental stock in people and structure, roads, parks, sports facilities, those same sports teams -- they all owed their current existence to him and his ideas and the person who worked with him.
While his mind knew all of this Brad's humility was actually genuine. He helped because he really enjoyed seeing people flourish. He was born in this town and he wanted to see it flourish, as well. Where all of this came from, to begin, he couldn't say but there were always things he did want for himself.
He'd always wanted to get nasty with multiple women, see seven nurses with their tits out -- he'd never originally thought of this one but it happened so..., have offers to give him oral sex laid before him, pun intended, to have outright vaginal or anal sex with him offered from thankful ladies and, interestingly, a couple of men and many other arenas of innuendo and offer. He'd finally gotten several of these items. And he was finding that receiving was a very good return.
Brad's great surprise, however, was getting anything from his family in sexual return. The last ladies of the Sintec family were all great people in and of themselves but they really were never the best givers of anything. To have them break through anything to give or do this much for anyone was amazing.
They weren't bad humans, Brad told himself, just poor givers of self. This made him wonder if this was where he got his want or need to give everything he had to everyone around him. He loved his family and always cared for them first but maybe he should let his perverted self out even more to how much more he could get?
Could he ask for, or even demand of, versus give to?
