After Thanksgiving dinner, I sat in front of the TV with my boys enjoying the post feast bliss. We had helped with the cleaning and everyone except our children and their partners had left leaving quiet in their wake. I took a moment to look at each of my sons in turn feeling nothing but pride.
Staring at DJ -- Douglas, Jr. -- who was my oldest, I couldn't believe that he was already twenty-four years-old. It seemed like only yesterday that his mother and I were changing his diapers and chasing him around the house. Now he was six feet four inches tall with a fiance. Though he was named after me, he had only inherited my full lips and slightly upturned, button nose. From his mother, my wife Mary Ellen, he received many of his features. He had her thick, dark brown hair atop his head and a good amount of the same colored hair covering his body. Like her, his eyes were a bright jade that always seemed calculating though he had not a single deceptive bone in his thick body. At first glance, he was a massive wall that strangers mistook for softness and sluggishness due to his untoned state, but those of us who knew him understood knew he could burst into action at any moment with a speed and strength that could easily bulldoze any obstacle.
His mother and I had been worried our parents were going to kill us when they found out she was pregnant. We had only been fifteen at the time but after the anger and dust settled, both sets of parents had helped us through high school until we could get married. Shortly after I turned twenty-five and had proven myself capable, my parents handed over their farm to me and moved away in retirement. By that point, I was also father to a daughter, Delilah, who was now twenty, and a second son, Donovan, now nineteen.
While Douglas and Delilah had been perfect, model children growing up, Don was -- and still is -- the hell-raiser. With the same green eyes as his mother and my blonde hair, he had used his lean body and handsome features to get whatever it was he wanted. At six feet five inches tall, his body was fit and toned with the look of tight, sinewy muscle that was no less strong than his brother's bulkier body. He kept his body hair trimmed and shaped to accentuate his form, though he let the hair on his head grow out and it now reached the middle of his back. While his brother wore a neatly trimmed full beard on his square face, Don kept his shaved clean in order to display his perfect jaw line and cheek bones. Beneath his triangular nose he had a pair of thin lips from which a smooth voice issued that could talk the Mona Lisa into giving up her secrets. Because of that, we had caught him more than once over the years with a girl in his room submitting to the whims of his teen libido. Thankfully, he had been better armed against pregnancy than his mother and I had been. And when, after graduation, he had said he wanted to marry his girlfriend of two years, we talked it through but unreservedly gave them our blessing. Now, after a year of marriage, he was the father of an eight month-old daughter and had a second child on the way.
Though my sons lived in the city less than half an hour away and we saw them regularly -- Don actually worked the farm with me -- it was nice having them here for the holiday with their families. We were moving from that parent-child relationship to something that was less top down and more friendly. For all their faults, all of my kids had good heads on their shoulders and were people I enjoyed talking to and spending time with.
Eventually, as often happened when the three of us were together, the boys and I migrated to the barn to talk about equipment and animals, and to visit the beer refrigerator while the women huddled together spoiling the children and making fun of us. With the suds flowing, we sat facing each other on bales of hay while our talk meandered and roamed through different topics that often had little relation to the immediately preceding subject as one phrase reminded us of another and non sequiturs were thrown out with abandon.
Eventually the topic of sex came up. Because there was no hiding our youth at DJ's birth, we had always been open about sex with our children. While we didn't like Don fucking everything in sight, we also made sure he had the tools necessary to protect himself and his partners. They knew and had come to us with any questions and for advice. As they got older, the boys and I had become less formal about things and often shared raunchy tales, though they cringed and begged me to stop whenever I talked about their mother and not previous girlfriends. I knew Mary Ellen and Delilah did the same, with my wife telling me she often gave tips to our daughter to spice up her own relationship.
"Tina begged me to take it out," DJ said with a hearty laugh. "And I begged her to let me keep going."
Don asked his brother, "What did you end up doing?"
DJ shrugged and his deep voice sagged with disappointment. "I took it out, of course."
"Damn." Don shook his head in commiseration. "Sorry man. I wish I could give you advice but Amy loves getting fucked in the ass."
I raised my eyebrows in surprise. At the same time DJ cursed then asked, "Really?"
Don smirked smugly. "Yep. Every fucking inch, too."
It was my turn to ask in disbelief, "Amy? Your wife?"
Amy, Don's wife, was a petite five feet two inches tall. In contrast to Don's outgoing, assertive personality, she was a quiet woman that liked to maintain an air of respectability. That's not to say she didn't hold her own against Don. Quite the contrary. She was the only person that we had ever known that could cow him into submission, which was one reason why we didn't protest their marriage. We had been certain that he hadn't talked her into doing something she didn't want to do.
Aside from Amy's diminutive size and reserved personality, it was the fact that she could take Don's dick up her ass that was shocking. Having walked in on him more than once as he pulled out of a girl as well as having been witness to his morning wood when he got out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom when he lived at home, it was no secret that our youngest son was hung. He had a thick cock that was slightly more than ten inches long. Because of that, there was a bit of jealousy of him from DJ, though DJ also had nothing to be ashamed of with his dick being slightly thicker than his brother's but just below the ten-inch mark. My wife and I both knew that their endowments also came from her side as my own was a significantly smaller seven and a half inches long. Despite the differences in our sizes, when they first became sexually active they often came to me asking for advice on how to wield their tools. In short order, they found their way and I often heard them giving advice to each other.
DJ gave a snort of incredulity. "No fucking way she takes you up the ass. Your dick would choke her if you did that."
"She chokes on it anyway," Don said with the same smirk plastered on his face. "But she loves it."
"Shit. That's just downright unfair."
Trying to lighten the mood, I suggested, "If you want a piece of ass, maybe you should give Henry a call. You know he'd bend over for you."
Henry was one of our farmhands. The twenty year-old was openly gay and we all knew he had a crush on the boys with DJ being his favorite. It didn't cause a problem because he was respectful of DJ's space and, honestly, DJ liked the attention. Even though we lived in a rural area and had a strong religious life, Mary Ellen and I had raised our children to be as progressive and accepting as we were and they embraced friends and family of all backgrounds and beliefs.
DJ nodded in thought. "Hell, I just might."
DJ's tone was more serious than expected and Don and I looked at him with some surprise.
"You'd really fuck him in order to get some ass?" Don asked his brother.
DJ responded, "Yeah, I would. I've actually been thinking about it for a while."
"Never saw that coming," Don muttered. Out loud he asked, "Why?"
"Just to do something different," DJ said honestly. "I think it's being engaged, knowing it's going to be Tina for the rest of my life, you know?"
Don nodded sagely, having also had that thought.
"I get it," I said. And I did. Even though I loved my wife with all my heart, as I had shared with the boys often it didn't stop me from looking and fantasizing. While I let them know I would never cheat, I did let them know that it was healthy and natural to wonder about what if. But I always reminded them that if they crossed that line, they'd have to accept and deal with the consequences. "That one last fling."
"A fling I understand if it's pussy," Don said. "But with a guy? Really?"
"Why not?" I took a breath in preparation to share something they didn't know. "I did it."
Both boys looked at me with textbook expressions of shock.
"Oh, close your mouths. You know I grew up around here. For the longest time, there was nothing remotely close until they built that mall about ten years ago. After I got your mother pregnant, we weren't allowed to be alone together for some time after that. I didn't want to see any other girls, but I still had needs. So I did what I had to do."
