Making My Nephew, Part 3

We shoveled the three inches or so of snow that had fallen since morning, then set out to Simon’s and Jenny’s place. As we walked to his place, Simon told me there was something unrelated he wanted to tell me. He stopped and said, “Nathan, I have made a separate decision that effects you that I came up with before any of this happened. I am not sure whether you know this, but our folks and Jenny’s folks gave us our condo down payment as a wedding gift. In fact, they gave us enough money for the first year of mortgage payments. So, we had a nice leg-up on affording it. Since I started working, I have been investing in stocks, and was able to invest more without a large mortgage. I made a huge profit recently, and Jenny and I agreed that we would use half of the money for our child or children, but that I could do whatever I wanted with the rest. I plan to buy a condo and put both your name and mine on the deed as co-owners, Nathan, as my gift when you complete your Master degree. That way you will have your own place when you start working. I can easily pay down the small mortgage after my large down payment. I would ask only that you pay the ongoing fees for maintenance and utilities while you live there. What do you think?” I had stood in rapt silence while he laid out his plan, forgetting about the cold weather and falling flakes. Then I said, “Simon, I hope this is not some sort of reward for me helping you – your child, our child, would already be reward enough.” He replied, “As I said, bro, this is not connected, and the offer would stand whether or not you agreed to help us. I love you, Nathan, and that is the only reason.” I put my arms around him and said, “I love you too, Simon, with all my soul… I will still need to think, though, it’s a lot to take in.”

I parted from Simon at the front door of his building, after a long hug under darkening skies. I was holding back tears, and I could tell that he was also. As I trudged through the snow my mind was full of the ramifications of recent events. Most of all, I thought of my relationship with my brother. After no more to our sexual relationship in our teens than jerking each other off together and some group stuff, was anal sex now more like incest, let alone oral sex? Did we do something horrible? I reasoned that we were both now adults and had waited until we were mature enough to see it for what it was: an expression of our love and our desire to please each other by sharing our bodies. We both had a great time! I was worried about Simon’s feelings, and hoped he felt the same way I did, but that would be a later conversation (I knew he would be busy with his wife). I decided I did not want to go home to an empty house, and texted Declan to find out whether he was working at the pub. I told him I really needed a drink and a hearty meal. Declan replied about 5 minutes later, saying he had been called in early because of staffing problems and hoped to finish by 6 o’clock. He said he could feed me well (I was not sure whether that was a double entendre!). I checked my watch and it was now about 4:30.

When I got to the pub, I stomped the snow off my boots and doffed my coat and tuque to shake them off just outside the front door before going in. As I ran my fingers through my hair to tidy it, I was surprised to see Declan alone behind the bar, looking very hot in his tight green golf shirt. He was toweling the wood when I went over and sat on a stool. He looked up and beamed at me. “Nat’an! I am so glad you decided to come!”, he said in his gentle lilt. I smiled broadly, my cock twitching, and told him I was also glad. “I have just the t’ing (Irish have trouble with the letter H; sorry, reader, I forgot to imitate his speech in Part 1) to warm your cockles, so I do! On me!”, he told me and went over to a large urn. (Gosh a double entendre again, or do I have a dirty mind?) He opened the spigot and dispensed some brown liquid into a large mug. To it he added a honey-coloured liquor from a bottle and twizzled the concoction with a cinnamon stick. He placed it in front of me and I savoured the spicey aroma before taking a sip. “Wow, that’s yummy, what is it?”, I asked. Declan replied, “It’s mulled hot apple cider with Southern Comfort liqueur; my manager calls it a “Northern Comfort” and says that ‘is Da had it at a coffee house at his uni in Ottawa, back in the day.” I continued to sip on the warming drink, occasionally sucking on the cinnamon stick, which caused Declan much amusement. Declan was fairly busy deftly filling orders from several servers. Looking around, I saw that there were a surprising number of customers and asked him why. “We have our traditional Sunday Roast today, which is very popular. Luckily, more servers and another barkeep are arriving shortly.” “I’ll get out of your way for now, then,” I said as I picked up my mug. “I’ll join you for supper when I finish, Nat’an!”, Declan called as I went to a small table against the far wall, from where I could watch a panorama of the pub (besides Declan, there were another couple of fetching guys serving, along with a couple of women, and some of the customers weren’t bad either!). One of the cute servers came over to me and gave me a nice smile before asking what I’d like.” I stifled my urge to say, “You, dipped in chocolate!”, and instead ordered a Guinness. I saw Declan give me a wink from behind the bar, and I am sure I turned very red. Declan gave the server a perfect pour for me, and I toasted his health across the room. I sat nursing my stout and staring into space, turning things over in my head, mainly hoping my sperm count would be ok. I caught myself pounding my forehead with my palm, thinking how fraught my life was, then glanced over to see Declan giving me a concerned look. I raised my glass to him once again. After a while, just before 6:00, I saw Declan’s relief bartender arrive, a large fellow with a big beard and ponytail. By then I had finished my first Guinness.

Declan disappeared into the back for a few minutes, having exchanged few words with the bartender, then he strode toward me in a change of shirt, bringing along a menu. I noticed his own shirt was a nice royal blue golf shirt that would pick up his lovely eyes. “May I join you, sir?” he lilted, and I responded, “By all means, young man!” The server delivered us each a Guinness just after Declan sat down, and he introduced us, “David, dis is my buddy Nat’an, wit’ a T-Haitch,” to which the cute, dark-haired David smiled and replied in a typical clipped Vancouver accent, “Nice to meetcha, Nathan with a T-Haitch,” as he shook my hand, and I said, “Likewise!” (I tried to keep my tone even with no inuendo). “We’ll order supper after deciding what to have,” said Declan. After David walked away, Declan whispered, “’tis a pity that one’s straight”, to which I chuckled and said, “I don’t care, here am I will the hottest guy in here!”, and Declan replied, with a twinkle in his eyes, “As am I!” We clinked glasses, I saying with a grin, “To my buddy, I am honoured!”. Declan grinned back, and then recommended we each have the roast beef dinner, a good hearty meal. I agreed, and Declan beckoned David back over and we ordered. Then Declan looked at me quizzically and said very kindly, “Nat’an, you’ve looked like a tightly coiled spring since you sat over here, tell uncle Declan all about it; I am a bartender, after all!” I told him about Simon’s diagnosis and how he and Jenny wanted my help. “I had my own test yesterday before we came here!”, I told Declan. He replied, “So… if your result is good, you will jerk a sample for in vitro, or for Jenny to insert with a turkey baster, or something? There must be more to the story than that… you and Simon were having a right laugh, and then I saw you both adjusting your trousers after you stood to put on your coats to leave… luckily you both had coats longer than your crotches!” I grinned at Declan and told him how Simon had laid out the full plan at the pub, which was what made us so giddy, how Jenny wanted a natural conception without knowing who the father actually would be. “So that means…?” Declan asked, and I told him I had said more or less the same thing to Simon, before he told me we would have a 3-way. Declan looked at me incredulously, and asked, “Is that sort of t’ing common in Canada? Of course we do ‘at sorta ‘ting in all the time in Ireland…not!”. I smiled at his joke and told him I had never heard of anything the like myself. He then asked, “I clocked you as gay from the first time we met… the way you looked at me… I swear I always feel your eyes boring into my arse when I turn my back on you! Simon was way more ambivalent. Are you both bi?” (I nearly told him a bit about my teen years with Simon and how we both sometimes did mixed groups, but I hardly knew Declan and wanted to keep some things to myself.) Instead I said, “Your gaydar is very accurate, Declan, I’m probably 90% gay but Simon is probably more like 80% straight” (I also decided to leave out what had recently transpired between my bro and me.) Declan looked at me with concern and said, “Dat explains your introspection as you sat by yourself.” I feigned some fear in my voice while I said, “Ya, I am worried, but I know my bro will help…he suggested I use Cialis, and I also hope I’ll get turned on if I watch him and Jenny first.” Declan said, “You must really love Simon and Jenny to let ‘em put you in that situation”, to which I assured him, “I will be a willing participant just to help make them a baby.” We toasted again and just then David arrived with our plates.

As we ate the fantastic meal, I revelled in Declan’s company. I told him that, except for hair colour, he reminded me of Cillian Murphy (whom I knew then only from “The Wind that Shakes the Barley). He grinned and said, “What a great compliment, Bruce Lee”. We both laughed. I found him very sweet and genuine and, though we flirted a bit, he was never crude, and did not press me further about my sex life. We talked about our lives, and I learnt that he had been in Canada only about 5 months, having decided to check out opportunities here. He was renting a basement apartment with a cousin who had arrived about 2 years before, and encouraged him. Declan had completed a degree in economics and political science at Trinity University in Dublin and was also considering furthering his education in Europe. He just knew that Ireland was pretty hopeless for young people – though a rich country, it’s based on being a tax haven, and the many tech head offices hire few locals. When we were nearly done with our meals, and another Guinness, he looked out the window and mused, “My short-term concern is dat dis snow is disrupting my marathon training.” I said, “Oh? Are you doing the Vancouver marathon in May?”, then, as he nodded, I said “Wow, so am I! We should have a training date, to heck with doing Davie Street!” We discussed our marathon history and times and found that we were well-matched. I asked him, “Do you have good gear for winter training here?” He told me that he had purchased suitable gear in Germany, but that he could really use a decent down-filled winter coat for street wear. I said, “I’m busy with classes tomorrow and Tuesday, then I get my test results, but how about we shop together for a coat on Wednesday? There are still some post-Christmas sales. But in the meantime, I’m sure I can find a coat at home you can borrow, cuz my Dad is quite a bit taller than me.” Declan smiled broadly, again with that twinkle in his blue eyes, and said, “Dat would be lovely, Nat’an! Will your Da be ok wit it?” I told him my parents were away for another week or two, and so there was no issue. “Let’s go to my place now!” We called David over to bring the bill; Declan got his and my meals free, since he had skipped lunch, so I spang for the drinks. He went to the back, and returned with an anorak that was definitely not adequate for winter, but also a big, heavy sweater and a woolen tuque, so at least he would not be too cold during the short walk.

As we trudged to my place through the heavy snowfall, Declan and I chatted about sports we had each been involved in. I told Declan about my participation in martial arts, swimming, volleyball, soccer, tennis, and other things. “I was always occupied after school, even with neighbourhood ball hockey”, I told him. He told me that he had also played soccer, swam, and was a member of his high school track team. “My Da was a member of the Irish Olympic team that went to Athens in 2004, when I was six. He came eighth in the world in the marat’on! So he was a big inspiration for me.” Decan also told me he himself had been active in musical theatre and Irish dancing when younger. “Y’know Riverdance? “Dat sorta dancin’, he said.” I had been admiring the fluidity of Declan’s gait. I responded, “It would be great to see you doing that naked!” Declan replied by picking up a handful of snow and throwing it at me and we ran from each other, throwing snow and laughing.

When we got to my place, we went to the back door and shook off our coats and tuques before heading in to take off our boots. I rooted through the closet and found a very nice North Face down-filled hooded jacket in royal blue that fit Declan perfectly, and matched his eyes. “Nat’an, you’re very kind, ya hardly know me”, to which I responded with a grin, “’Hardly’ being the operative word!” and gave him a little peck on his lips. Our first kiss. He said, “I guess I should head home before the snow gets worse, I’ll see ya soon,” to which I replied, “You’re going nowhere, mister!”

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[Dear Reader: I know some of you have commented that you enjoy the detail I provide, but I realized while recounting my first encounter with Declan that I was diarizing a bit too much and straying too far from the topic of this trilogy. I will describe it in a subsequent post. For now, suffice to say that our fond friendship has endured, despite the distant lands where his studies and curiosity would take him.]

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Tuesday came and, as I worked through my in-person labs at university, I kept thinking about the test results I would be getting at the end of the day. Though I was very happy that Jenny and Simon had done me such an honour, part of me was worried about the major changes in responsibility that could come to my life. I arrived at the clinic a few minutes before my 4:30 appointment, and Joey was working the reception desk. “Hi Nathan!” he said as he picked up the internal phone line, “I am sure you’re a bundle of nerves right now; I’ll let Dr. Epstein know you’re here.” A handsome, grey-haired fatherly type in a white lab coat came out of his office and walked over to me smiling, and said as we shook hands, “Hello Nathan, I’m Dr. Epstein, come into my office.” He asked me to sit on a comfortable chair and he sat on the edge of his desk. He looked at me and said, “I had your brother here recently and I assume your wanting a test is related. I cannot discuss his result with you, but he may have told you that normal sperm densities range from 15 million to greater than 200 per millilitre of semen. I have good news for you,” and he handed me a copy of the result. “I have highlighted your count, a nice, healthy density of 180. That puts you in the 95th percentile, and certainly the highest I have ever seen in my practice. On top of that, your sperm are very motile.” He gave me a few details about the results and handed me a pamphlet that provided more technical information. He asked whether I had any questions about my result, and I told him I didn’t. Then he handed me a second pamphlet and said, “This pamphlet describes a fertility clinic we also run, and I would be pleased if you agreed to become a sperm donor; there is a cultural reticence among many non-European ethnic groups in Canada, and we have trouble finding enough healthy young men of Chinese background. Please take it with you and read it over and let us know if you are interested. Here in Canada, we cannot pay donors, but it is a terrific public service, and helps many couples with their dream of having children. (Darn, I thought, I could have made a fortune!) He stood and smiled, “I am sure you’re pleased and reassured by your result.” I grinned and told him I couldn’t be happier. As he ushered me from his office, he said, “If you have any questions in future, I would be happy help.” I thanked him and he closed his door. I grinned at Joey and he said, “Wow, that was quick, and no tears, must be good news.” I said, “I may have tears of happiness later! Do you finish soon, it would be great to go for that coffee!” Joey responded, “We could go for something stronger if you’d like to celebrate.” “Sure,” I said, and agreed to meet him at a wine bar up the street in about 20 minutes; he just had to wait for Dr. Epstein to leave, then lock up and change out of his nurse uniform. As I opened the door to leave, I turned and grinned at Joey, and did a fist pump.

As I walked the two blocks or so to the wine bar, I am sure I had an extra swagger in my step, as if to signal my studliness. Hilarious. I was still grinning when I asked the hostess for a table-for-two in the corner. The place was not very busy, likely because of the icy roads and sidewalks. When the server came, I told him my companion would arrive shortly. He nodded and walked away as I watched how nicely his black pants draped over his bum. I called Simon and told him in a neutral voice that I had received my results, but that I wanted to tell him in person. I asked whether he and Jenny would like to meet me for dinner. He said Jenny was working a late shift, so we arranged for him to just go to our parents’ place, and we could order pizza or something. Then I sent Father a quick text telling him that I had lent his coat to a friend who needed something warm, and I hoped he did not mind that I had not asked his permission; I also asked him to send me an email describing their vacation. I was looking over the menu when I registered a handsome, dark-skinned man walk into the bar, wearing a lovely, long, black cashmere overcoat, and shiny black leather boots. Then as he strode over to my table and grinned, his face shifting from handsome to cute, my mind focussed. “Hi Joey!” I said, you got here fast!” He said that Dr. Epstein had left early. Joey removed his coat and I saw that he had changed from his uniform into a beautiful, collarless burgundy sweater, and tight, black jeans. He was a bit taller than me and built like the proverbial. His face was classic Malay, with little evidence of Spanish or Japanese mix; he spoke with a very faint accent, indicating to me he had likely come to Canada as a kid. The sweater draped over his wide shoulders and showed off his clavicles. He wore a thin gold chain with a small gold cross about 1 inch long that emerged only when he bent to sit, and I realized he was not an ostentatious guy. After he sat, I told him I liked the sweater and asked him whether it had been a gift the recent Christmas. He told me his older sister had given him it. Then he said he had never worn it before, to which I felt flattered. He suggested we order a bottle of prosecco and a couple of appies. I told him I would love that, and we looked at the menu. When the waiter came over, he introduced himself and Luc, and ask for our orders in a Quebecois accent. We ordered the bottle, along with warm, mixed olives and Vietnamese spring rolls. He returned quickly with the bottle in an ice bucket and two champagne flutes and told us he would bring the appies shortly, before pouring. I said, “Merci Luc, heuruese annee!”, to which he grinned and said, “Merci, monsieur, et vous!” Luc was of medium height and slender, with a chiselled face, deep brown eyes, and a heavy, dark 5-o’clock shadow. (I knew I would return to that bar!). I winked at Joey and asked whether he had heard that French Canadians have a reputation for being hung, and he asked me, wiggling his eyebrows, whether I had heard the same about Filipinos. We both giggled, then toasted. After our first couple of sips, Joey asked to see my test result. “Holey moley”, he said, “You are certainly a fertile lad!” Then he said, “But I think that was not much of an issue for you because you had less of a vested interest… I saw that when you arrived for the test, you had no trepidation and walked with confidence, unlike a lot of our scared and browbeaten clients…you looked like you were just ready for your daily wank!” I grinned. After Luc brought the appies, Joey told me he was glad I had given him my card when I went for the test, as he could have been fired for using contact information from my record. I told him that I was glad he had texted me that evening. He shifted position so his thigh was touching mine, which aroused me more than I had been. Then Joey told me that he had noted another fellow named Wong on the appointment calendar for my day off. “Is he your brother, Nathan?” he asked, and nodded. He told me he had connected the dots and asked me if I planned to help my brother, to which again nodded and then answered, “Simon and his wife, Jenny, asked me to help; they’ve been trying for a long time, and they learnt the problem was not her. Dr. Epstein told Simon his count was “low-normal” and was unable to offer any real solution, other than to keep trying; their marriage looked like it might be in trouble. They landed on me as the solution cuz Simon and I look a lot alike.” Joey had assumed we would be using a turkey baster, until I told him Jenny wanted to enjoy conceiving the natural way. Joey looked at me and asked in a quiet voice, “You mean you and she plan to fuck? And Simon is okay with that?” I told him Simon would also participate, and we intended to have a wild time that coming weekend. “Yikes”, he reacted, “Connecting more dots, I take it that if Jenny becomes pregnant, you will not know which of you is the father? Then Simon will be named as father, regardless?” I nodded. Joey said, “I have never heard of anything quite like that before; I sure hope you three have thought this through.” I told him, while tearing up a bit, “I love my brother more than anyone else in the world, and I was very honoured.” Joey said, “Regardless, I strongly advise you get a paternity test soon after the birth, just to know in case of any future health considerations… but at least you will have nine months to think things through… you might even want to seek legal advice.” I thanked Joey and we moved on to other topics, including sports interests and sexuality, so we could get to know each other a bit. We hit it off very well, then then we were finished our bottle and snacks, I asked him, “So…will we see each other again?” He replied, “I’d like that a lot, but you have a lot going on this week. How about I cook you a good Philippines dinner next week?” We agreed on the following Tuesday. I payed the bill, then let Joey lead the way to the door so he wouldn’t see me slip a calling card to Luc. Once outside, we hugged and kissed briefly, then went our own ways homeward.

Simon was already home when I got there, and I continued to play coy with my best poker face. After we sat at the kitchen table, I asked, “Are you sure you want to see my result?” He nodded slowly, and I took the page with my result from my shirt pocket, unfolded it, and placed it in front of him. He looked down the page, then focussed on the highlighted number. His eyes widened and he began to laugh and cry at the same time. He hugged me and said, “Nathan, we’re gonna have a baby!” We held each other for a long time, then I went to the bar fridge and returned with a bottle of champagne. As we toasted, Simon phoned Jenny, but she did not pick up. Instead, he sent a text with the news. She called a few minutes later during her break, and she was very excited. Simon told her that he and I were drinking champagne, and he would not be able to drive home. He would be home first thing in the morning, and would be working from home. She understood and wished us a good time. Simon had brought some sushi and sashimi, which we both love; as we know the head chef slash co-owner, he always gives us special, off-menu items (at a premium price, of course). We toasted our love for each other, then began to deftly apply our chopsticks to the delicacies. I told Simon briefly about my night with Declan, and my snack just earlier with Joey. (I didn’t spoil the moment by telling him about Joey’s advice.) Simon laughed and said, “Nathan, you’re amazing!” I said, “I am quite sure Declan would be into a 3-way with us, which would be crazy fun,” then, “Our waiter at the wine bar was a handsome French guy named Luc…” At that, Simon gave me a swat on the shoulder and we both laughed. I also know we were both very horned. A bit later I looked at my phone and saw Dad had emailed me. Before telling me about their vacation, Dad said that I could let Declan keep the coat, as he now had his Canada Goose one. Amazing. I texted Declan with the good news about the coat and my test result and confirmed our plans to go for a run together that Thursday.

After we polished off our meal, I asked Simon whether the Cialis had worked for him when he got home on Sunday. He said, “Fuck bro, it was fan-fuckin-tastic! Jenny was amazed, and I didn’t tell her about it”. I responded, “I think I’ll need it this weekend cuz I’m gonna feel under pressure, and I’m gay on top of that.” We hugged and finished the Champagne with a toast to our baby. Afterward, we decided to go to the family room and watch some porn. We both quickly stripped off revealing our full erections, and I went to get the drop sheet, lube, and poppers. I also got two male masturbation toys that I had bought recently at a sex shop. “Bro, I have a surprise for you: I saw a guy online do a review of these jerking toys, and they’re fantastic! The guy had an uncontrollable cum as soon as he switched to the highest intensity!” (The things are crazy insane, rechargeable with 2 motors, one for creating a vacuum like a blowjob and the other for various spinning and rotating patterns, like pulsing, gripping, and rippling along your cock, with a range of intensities all controlled with a remote! They have dozens of tentacles like a sea anemone!)

We decided to watch some MMF bisexual vids, which are great because the guys actually acknowledge each other’s presence and enjoy each other, unlike other “straight” MMF. We each lubed up and jerked each other for a while, then each inserted our cocks in a masturbator and turned them on. We tried each mode one at a time and were both amazed. Then we switched the setting to alternate modes, and medium intensity. We both began to moan loudly, giggle, and buck our hips involuntarily while pulling on our scrotums, our sexual flushes spreading through our faces and chests, and the sweat beginning to glisten. Then Simon asked me to stop before we cummed, and surprised me by saying, “Nathan, I want you to fuck me now…I gotta feel you inside me!” I smiled and asked him, “Were you serious on Sunday when you said Jenny uses dildos on you?” “He grinned and said, “Yep, and I love it! I should be ready for you!” Wow, that was a revelation. I suggested I do him doggy, which would open him up best, and that he continue using the masturbator. We put a couple of cushions under the drop sheet to hold the device so he could fuck it hands free and leaning on his elbows while I fucked him. We gave each other a big kiss, then we got into position and took snorts of poppers; I knew that would loosen his sphincter. I knelt behind him and applied lube to his anus and more to my cock, and slowly inserted while my euphoria built. I watched my cock gradually disappear into him as he gasped, and began to pump and rotate my hips, my hands rubbing his back and chest, and making Simon moan hard. I alternated quick, piston-like pulses with deep thrusts against his prostate. I loved hearing my thighs slapping against his tight butt! While fucking him, I held the remote for Simon’s toy and gradually increased the intensity, while forcing him into the sleeve. He moaned more and more loudly, and I knew he was getting close. I gave him another snort and took one myself, then turned the intensity level on the remote to the highest level. I straightened my legs, my arms strait and hands pushing on the couch, and forced him downward, thrusting hard and deep. Simon’s moans became very loud, then he shouted, “Bro, fuck I’m gonna cum!” and I felt his anus clenching and his whole body shaking with both a prostate and penis orgasm. “Arrggggghh!” he shouted and I knew he about to ejaculate into the device. I fucked him more and more frantically until I cummed into him nearly simultaneously. I kept pumping until my spasms subsided, forcing him not to pull out of the toy, while we both laughed and squirmed, enduring the post-cum sensitivity. Finally I took mercy and turned off the masturbator, then collapsed onto him, my chest and his back dripping with sweat. “Bro,” panted Simon, “I thought that thing was gonna eat my cock! Is it still there?” I responded, “It appears to be! Sorry I came so fast that it was more a haiku than a sonnet, but it was sheer poetry! I love you, Simon.”

It was then about 10:00 pm and, after a quick shower together, we decided to go to bed. While lying together, I asked Simon how he helps Jenny cum. He said I would catch on pretty quickly, “She likes it when I caress and kiss her whole body, and she also enjoys being eaten. Lately, though, she has not been relaxed enough. Bur that having both of us on Saturday, even seeing your nakedness and cock for the first time, will really turn her on.” I told Simon that I would abstain from jerking off starting noon Thursday, and take a Cialis before our session. He said he would also take one of the ones I had given him. “Weekend size!” he noted.

We both slept soundly until about 7:00 am, when we both woke hard as rock, as usual. I asked how his cock felt after the toy, and he said it was a little sore, but a nice sore, so he would refrain from jerking. I also asked how his anus felt and he told me he felt like he had been fucked by an angel, for which I gave him a little swat on his shoulder. I jerked off quickly while he watched and caressed by body, and especially my perineum and balls, then we got up and made breakfast together. After we finished, we hugged each other, and Simon dressed and went to his car. After Simon left, I checked my text messages, and saw one from a number I didn’t recognise. It was from Luc (quell surprise) wanting to hook up. I didn’t want to appear too anxious (though I was), so I texted him back that I would see him in the wine bar the next week if he let me know his sched (Luc turned out to be an incredible fuck!). I had to head to campus that day for lectures that began at 10:00 am and had quite a long day. That evening I decided to watch more MMF bisexual vids and use the toy. I really enjoyed just letting it do its thing without me needing to use my hands, except to apply pressure to my perineum and tug at my scrotum. When I switched to the highest intensity, which I had not experienced before, I understood the torture I had put Simon through. Holy fuck! After a short time at that setting, I had an incredibly intense ‘gasm and needed to pull out before my sensitivity set it in, so my last couple of shots flew onto my chest. The next morning, Thursday, I was able to meet Declan at a community centre and go for a 12-km run together, and then and short swim before we parted, so he could head to work and me to campus. He winked and wished me a good time on the weekend, then we hugged. I told him I would update him by text. During the run we had made plans for the following week. On Friday I had only video lectures, so was able to stay home and have a workout in our home gym, and then go for another nice run in the afternoon to help calm my nerves about the next day.

I got up early on the Saturday morning, having slept fitfully. I had a nice breakfast of toasted frozen waffles, bacon, and maple syrup, and ample milky tea with which I washed down a large Cialis tablet. I was due at Simon’s and Jenny’s place at 10:00 and left on foot with plenty of time to spare. Simon opened the door to me wearing only a black silk kimono with sash undone, revealing his rampant cock. He asked me to undress and put on a scarlet kimono. My cock became rampant also after he gave it only a few strokes. We tied our sashes loosely and he then took my had and led me to the bedroom. The room was furnished by a king-size bed, vanity, dresser, large leather armchair, small stereo stack, and two spindle chairs with some dog collars hanging off that sat incongruously in a corner (perhaps Jenny ties Simon and edges him, I thought, little did I know). Several votive candles burnt bright on various surfaces, with the only other light coming through the closed blind. Eclectic music played, which I later learnt was one of the Buddha Bar CDs that I would hear again the day I met my husband Robin. In the centre of the room stood the main attraction: Jenny in a white kimono. She purred, “Nathan, Simon and I are so happy today, I cannot describe!” She slowly undid her kimono to reveal her body with her porcelain skin, and we gazed upon her beauty. She was about my height of five-eight, slim, toned, and athletic from her avid sports activities that included running, skiing, volleyball, swimming, and other things she did with Simon. She had pulled her long, silky black hair into a knot behind her head fastened with pins to keep it out of the way. She had pert breasts the size of half-grapefruits with large nipples, and had shaven most of her pubes, except for a small triangle above her clit. I looked over at Simon, and he had trimmed his pubes into a small moustache like mine. We went to her and we three stood passionately kissing while Jenny pulled an end of each of our sashes. We let them drop, then stood back from her. Jenny looked at me appraisingly and said, “Nathan, you are gorgeous like Simon, and I love the banana curve of your cock! It’ll feel great inside me! She approached me and knelt, then took my cock in her mouth, and began to lick and suck it ravenously while pressing my perineum and pulling my scrotum. “Oh fuck,” I whispered as my sexual flush spread, and Simon came to me and began to kiss and caress my body. Simon repositioned with Jenny between us, and she began to alternately suck on our cocks while fingering our anuses. I was mesmerized watching Simon’s pleasure as he closed his eyes and bent his head back with the pleasure. Then he and I kissed ravenously, running our hands over each other while being fellated. After a few minutes, we lifted Jenny so she could become the centre of attention. We laid her on the bed, with its red and black silk sheets and she raised extended her arms behind her head Simon and I knelt on the bed kissing and caressing her armpits, neck, torso, and legs, running our fingernails lightly over her, but leaving her vulva for later. I followed Simon’s lead and we then each latched on to one of her nipples with our mouths as we massaged her breasts. She moaned rapturously at our attention, squirming with the erotic feeling; I though she was close to cumming. Then Simon whispered ominously, “Let’s go to the chair…” Jenny knelt on the chair and Simon knelt in front of it and began slurpy cunnilingus. I read the situation well and hopped up on the arms of the chair, then crouched to give Jenny access to my cock. No sooner had she begun to suck me, she began to shake and moan and, hearing her, I began to vigorously pump my hips, driving my cock into her mouth while she probed my anus and pressed my perineum. Then a wave of spasms went through her body as she had her first ‘gasm in a long time. When she cried out, “Fuck me, boys!”, I hopped off the chair, enabling her and Simon to reposition. She lifted herself while he went under, so his head and shoulders were against the back of the chair, and his legs hung over. She applied a liberal amount of sperm-friendly lube to her cunt and Simon’s cock, then straddled his cock in the reverse cowgirl position with her feet on the chair, riding him up and down while he pumped upward with his knees and fondled her breasts. Fuck, it was amazing watching them! I moved in front so she could suck me, and lick my torso and tease my nipples, while I squeezed her firm tits and tugged on Simon’s ball sack. Then after a while she said, “Go in too, Nathan!” I asked if she were sure, and she responded, “Of course, a baby is gonna come outta there! That’s me as a doctor speaking!” Hilarious! I slathered some lube on my cock and I positioned my legs between Simon’s, then held my cock to bend it downward against Simon’s balls and above his cock. Then I went into Jenny for the first time, my cock conjoined with my brother’s. She moaned loudly as Simon said, “Fuck, your cock against mine feels fantastic, bro!” Encouraged, I thrust deeply, rotated my hips and pushed upward with my knees, forcing my pubic bone and the curve of my cock against her clit while I tweaked her nipples and she tweaked mine. We were all dripping with sweat when she began to tremble and spasm a second time, her cunt clenching as she screamed out, “Fffffuuuuucccckkkk!” Then I sensed from Simon’s increasingly urgent thrusts that he was about to blow, so I quickened my rhythm to bring myself on. Simon cried out, “I’m cumming!”, then I felt his spasming cock against mine. I came shortly after, Simon’s semen adding extra lube, forcing myself into Jenny while my whole body shook and tensed. Then Simon and I stayed in until all our spasms were over, enjoying glans sensitivity. Jenny grinned at me and said, “Fuck, one of those little swimmers might be our baby!” We got up from the chair and stood kissing each other, then Simon left the bedroom and shortly returned with a cold bottle of champagne and three glasses. We toasted and lay together on the bed under a duvet, our heads propped against the pillows, Jenny between us. I said to Jenny, “I’ve never been with woman when she cummed before, that was so intense!”, and she replied, “Nathan, knowing your and Simon’s sperm would be jetting into me, and seeing you enjoy our sex for the first time, was an amazing feeling!” I was surprized how at-ease I felt in the crazy situation, and how much I was looking forward to the rest of the weekend!

As we sipped our champagne, Simon and I were teasing her clit with our hands, and she was playing with our semi-erect cocks. It took only about 20 minutes for us to get fully engorged and we threw off the duvet. Simon moved down the bed on his back, and Jenny got on top of him, straddling his face while supporting herself on her elbows, and they begin doing 69. I knelt beside Simon’s crotch so Jenny could also suck me, and we shared Simon’s cock. Jenny said, “Fuck me doggy, Nathan!”, so I reached for the lube and got behind her, then slathered lube on my cock and her labia. I went into her, very turned on that Simon was watching from beneath. I had not been inside Jenny the first time, and that time fully enjoyed the silkiness of her cunt. While I fucked with deep thrusts, my legs stretched out in the planking position, Simon licked my balls and her cunt and clit. After a while, I shifted and knelt behind her, and leaned back on my hands so my torso was arched and the pressure from my downward bent cock would press on the walls of her vulva even more as I piston fucked. “Oh fuck me hard, Nathan!” she screamed, and her body began to convulse. I changed position so my body was draped across her back and my hips thrust and gyrated, as Simon got out from under and moved behind me. He lubed up his cock, then held my hips while he began interfemoral thrusts, pushing me further into Jenny, enjoying the feel of my bum against his hips. I was squeezing her tits when her full body spasms became more intense, and she moaned loudly in orgasm, her vagina tightening and grabbing my cock, making me quickly reach my point of no return. Just as she reached her most intense level, I groaned and felt my own body start to shake and spasm, and my ass muscles clenched as I shot multiple pulses of jizz into her. After my ‘gasm spasms abated, Simon said, “My turn!” and we switched positions. He went into his wife while I held him from behind, my cock dripping, rubbing my sweaty chest against his sweaty back. He pushed in hard and deep, causing Jenny to gasp, and began to rhythmically fuck. He panted, “Fuck bro, this feels fantastic, using your cum as extra lube!”. I nibbled his earlobes and kissed his neck, and he began to thrust into her more urgently. I felt his whole body shaking, and knew he was about to climax. I shoved a couple of fingers into his anus, and I felt it clench while his perineum pulsated. He cried out, “gonnacumgonnacumgonnacum” as his spasms reached full intensity, and his ass muscles flexed, then he thrust hard several times, then slowed. I dropped onto my back as Simon pulled out and lay down on the other side of Jenny. She flipped around and grinned at us, then lay between us on her back as we all panted, our thighs draped across each other. We caressed each other’s bodies, and all kissed slurpily. After a while, Simon said, “Let’s take a shower, then get some food, I’m starving!” We each had another glass of champagne, toasting our baby that we all felt was an inevitability, then Jenny extinguished the candles before we headed for the ensuite. The shower stall was not big enough for three, so I watched them through the glass door. My cock got fully hard again, watching Simon and his wife enjoying lathering each other. I could see their love and affection. They finished and stepped out, and I went in. They grinned at my erection, so during my shower they watched through the glass, encouraging me as I gyrated and undulated my torso like an exotic dancer while soaping my body and jerking. “Don’t you dare waste any of our potential babies!”, laughed Jenny.

After we towelled each other off, we went back to the bedroom and discussed what to have for dinner. I was surprised that it was already around 4:30. We decided to order spicy Chinese from a Sichuan restaurant called “Chongqing”, three blocks away. Jenny, who is from Singapore and most fluent among us in both main Chinese dialects in Vancouver, Cantonese and Mandarin, called to give our takeout order. Simon said, “How about we go pick it up, Nathan?” Jenny said, “Will my ears be burning when you guys are alone together?”, to which I replied, “Only in a good way, slightly singed!” Jenny put on a cozy fleece dressing gown and Simon and I got ready to go out. As soon as we left the condo, Simon and I grinned at each other, and then we embraced and kissed lovingly in the elevator on our way to street level. We both felt as though we were floating on air as we almost danced along the sidewalk, our arms around each other. “Did I do okay?” I asked and Simon responded, “Bro, you were amazing, and I look forward to more tonight and tomorrow! I cannot believe how often Jenny came, she hasn’t had so many ‘gasms since our first year of marriage! The funny thing is that I felt absolutely no pangs of jealousy watching you fuck my wife, quite the opposite: I was thrilled by watching your rapture!” Then I said, “I sensed that from you, and lost any initial guilt or trepidation. Otherwise, I would have stopped the whole thing. You are a wonderful brother, and you clearly love Jenny to bits, and my only hope is that you both have as many children as you want. Besides, holey moley, it has been so much fun! I love being naked with you and watching you making love! I now fully understand why Jenny wanted to become impregnated the natural way!”

On our way back to the condo, Simon said, “I was thinking about names for our baby recently, and I searched online the meaning of “Nathan”: it means “gift from God.” To avoid confusion, if we have a little boy, we could use Nat or Nate as nicknames!”. So it was that our cherished little Nat (or “Gnat” as I have playfully written on greeting cards ever since he was born) came into being and has enriched our lives tremendously. He is the gifted angel, not me.