Date: Fri, 25 Jul 2014 11:51:54 +0000 (UTC)
From: hankster1430@comcast.net
Subject: Bored Househusbands Chapter 3

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			    Bored Househusbands

				Part Three

When Mike asked John and Frank if today was the first time they had ever
had sex with a man, they answered, "No" simultaneously.  They looked at
each other in shocked and utter amazement.

Finally, Frank said jokingly, with a big grin on his face, "Why John, you
sly little devil.  Tell us about it."

"I vowed never to talk about it," John objected.

"Mike and I can leave the room," Joe said.  "You guys said that you could
tell each other anything without fear of recriminations."

"You're right," John said.  "I'll confess, if you will, Frank."

"Sure.  There's nothing to lose.  You know how much I love you, John.
Whatever I tell you about my wild and misspent youth, swear to me that you
believe me when I tell you that now you are the only man in my life."

"I swear, but I want you to come clean also, in front of your dad and Mike.
I told you that we should bond with them, so I'll tell my story if you
promise to tell yours."  "Your confessions are just as safe with us, as if
you told one another," Mike assured John and Frank.

"OK then," John began.  "When I was a young teen-ager, I became very
friendly with Dennis Farmer, a school chum of mine.  Every day after
school, we did homework together, either in my house or his.  On weekends,
we played ball together with a bunch of other school mates.  Denny's father
took me everywhere he took Denny.  He knew that I had no dad, and he became
a surrogate father to me.

"One Saturday morning, just after my sixteenth birthday, Denny and I really
hadn't planned on doing anything or even getting together, but I went over
to his house to see if he wanted to go to the park, and maybe we could get
into a pick-up basketball game or something.  I had just gotten my driver's
license, and my mom said she didn't need the car that day, and I could use
it.  When I got there, Mr. Farmer answered the door, wearing a bathrobe.  I
suspected that he had nothing on underneath.  He told me that Denny and his
mother had gone to the mall to buy Denny some clothes.  He was growing out
of everything at a rapid rate.

"I said I would leave and come back later, but Mr. Farmer insisted that I
should come in.  He figured that Denny and his wife would be home in about
an hour.  He told me that he was watching a videotape, and we could watch
together while we waited for them.  He said he would make us some lemonade,
and sort of have a picnic.  I was thrilled to spend some alone time with my
surrogate father.

We went into the kitchen, and he made a pitcher of lemonade.  He put the
pitcher on a tray and added two glasses.  I thought that we would sit down
in the den or the living room to watch the movie, but he said that the film
was in progress on the TV in his bedroom.  He led me down a hallway to the
master bedroom.  He placed the tray on his night table, and climbed into
bed.  The TV, with a movie in progress, faced the bed.

"He told me to close the bedroom door, strip to my underwear, and join him
in bed.  Honestly, fellas, I thought it was a perfectly natural father and
son event, and I was overjoyed."

"It was natural, John," Frank interrupted.  "Dad and I did it all the time.
Didn't we, Dad?"  Joe smiled, nodded, and took Frank's hand in his.

Mr. Farmer was on top of the covers, and when I finally undressed, I joined
him there.  He took my hand and held it in his.  I was surprised, and very
pleased, that he was being so intimate with me.  After all, I wasn't his
real son, just someone he had taken under his wing.

"Finally, I looked at the screen to see what he was watching.  Denny and I
had sneaked a peek at straight porno films, so imagine my shock to see that
Mr. Farmer was watching one.  But something was wrong, and it took me a
minute or two to figure it out.  He was watching a male film.  My first
impression was that some guy was fucking a girl, but at the first close up,
I could see that it was a guy fucking another guy...in his ass."

"Wow," Mike asked, "how did that make you feel?"

"I got so aroused, I was hard instantly.  I tried to hide it, but I had
nothing to cover up with.  Fearfully, I looked over at Mr. Farmer.  His
robe was open and he was masturbating himself.  His cock seemed enormous to
me.  I was overcome with lust.  I wanted to do the stroking for him, but I
was afraid, so I started to jerk myself off.  As soon as I did, he pushed
my hand away, and started to do it for me.  I was so aroused I started to
whimper.  I closed my eyes as I drifted into outer space.  Suddenly
everything felt different.  My cock was warm and wet.  I opened my eyes to
see Mr. Farmer giving me a blow job.

"I tried to warn him that I was cumming, but I guess he knew.  He swallowed
everything I gushed into him.  When I could breathe again, he kissed me on
my lips and pushed his tongue into my mouth.  He asked if I would do that
to him.  I didn't bother to answer, and went right down on him.  He came so
quickly, I didn't even realize it until he began to spurt into my mouth.  I
swallowed what I could, and he joined me in eating the rest of his stuff.

"We lay quite still for a while after that.  I suggested we get dressed
before Denny and his wife came home.  He laughed and told me that he had
lied to me.  They had gone to visit Denny's grandma, and they were having
dinner at her house, so they would be gone all day.  I didn't tell
Mr. Farmer, but I was secretly pleased.  We watched the movie for a while.
The two guys were still fucking, and Mr. Farmer asked if I would like to
fuck him, because he sure would like to fuck me.

"I said that I would love to try it, and he said that I should fuck him
first because he needed more recovery time than I did.  He went into the
bathroom and came out with a jar of Vaseline.  Once more, he went down on
me, slathering my cock until I was hard again.  He applied the Vaseline
generously all over my almost mature rod.  He rolled over on his back, and
lifted his legs.  He put a dab of Vaseline on his asshole, and told me to
enter him.  He helped me line up my cock with his hole and I pushed right
in.  He winced, and accepted responsibility for not warning me to enter
slowly.

"When his initial pain left him, he told me to start pumping.  Nature had
already taken over, and I was already pumping.  He thrust up to meet my
downward motions, and I came rather quickly.

"I was pretty well spent, and I fell out of him very soon after I climaxed.
He got out of bed and poured us two glasses of the lemonade, which was a
bit tepid by this time.  He told us to have the lemonade, and hopefully he
would be ready to fuck me by the time we were finished.

"We could never get him hard enough, and he was never able to fuck me that
day.  Apparently he needed another two or three hours of recovery time.  He
said that we would do it another day.  There never was another day.  My ass
is still virgin, Frank.

"When my lust was abated, I became ashamed.  I had done unnatural things
with Mr. Farmer.  I had committed mortal sins, or so I believed.  I never
went back to that house, and I avoided any further friendship with Denny.
I knew that he was very hurt, but I couldn't tell him why."

"Looking back on it now, so many years later, how do you feel about the
incident?" Joe asked.

"I wish I had gone back for more.  I might have discovered my true nature
much earlier than today.  Instead, I find myself hopelessly in love with
your son, Joe, but I'm married to a woman, and I have a seven month old
boy."  John buried his head in his hands and started to sob.  Frank picked
him up and held him in his arms.

Joe and Mike wanted to comfort him also, but they didn't know what to say
or do.  Finally Mike said, "OK Frankie.  It's your turn."  Frankie
continued to hold John all through his narrative.

"Sorry, John baby," Frankie began, and he held John closer.  "It was more
than one time for me.  It was lots of times, with my college roommate. It's
funny, I can't even remember his first name.  His surname was Baker, and
that's what we all called him.

"Late in the first semester of my freshman year, I told Baker that I had a
date with a `townie' that evening, and that it was a sure thing.  Even if I
didn't sleep at her place overnight, I was certain that I would be back
quite late.  I told him to feel free to `entertain' in our room that night,
if he got lucky.  I was supposed to meet the girl at a diner downtown, but
she never showed up.  I tried calling her several times, but there was no
answer.  With blue balls, and an exploding libido, I went back to the dorm.
Our door was locked and I had to use my key to get in.  Talk about getting
a shock, I was electrified.

"There was some guy, fucking the living hell out of Baker.  I didn't know
what to do.  I was frozen in my tracks.  I was sane enough to close and
lock the door, hoping to maintain some privacy for Baker and his friend.
In the calmest voice I ever heard, Baker invited me to get undressed and
join them.  I panicked, but like I said, I was so horny, and I was overcome
with lust.  I got undressed, but not knowing exactly what to do, I
presented my cock to Baker, who began to suck it tenderly and lovingly,
while he was still being fucked.  I got off quicker than the guy who was
fucking him.  I watched as the two guys came simultaneously.  I could only
conclude from what I witnessed, that the guy being fucked was enjoying it
as much as the guy doing the fucking.  After all, Baker had an orgasm.

"Finally Baker introduced me to his friend, who got out of our room as soon
as possible.  I think he was embarrassed.  Baker certainly wasn't.  I asked
him why he hadn't ever told me he was gay, and he asked me why I hadn't
ever told him that I was straight.  I got the point and shut up. We didn't
mention the incident for several days.  The next Friday night, I asked him
if he had a date.  He said that he didn't, and he asked if I had one.  I
said no, and I foolishly asked him if he would like to hang out with me.  I
guess that was an open invitation in his eyes, because then he asked me if
I'd like to fuck him.  I said yes without even hesitating.  I couldn't
believe it.  I fucked him that very night.  It was such a great experience,
that I let him fuck me.  We had good solid male sex almost every day after
that, but it didn't last long.

"A month later, just before winter break, the unthinkable happened.  I
returned to our room after classes, and Baker's stuff was all gone.  The
room was completely cleaned out, like he had never lived there.  He left me
a note.  His folks had been killed in a car crash during an ice storm.
They lived in a rural area of Wisconsin.  He had to rush home to make
funeral arrangements, and he didn't think he would be back, because he
would be taking over his father's hardware and general store.

"I didn't even know his home address or his cell phone number.  It was long
before anyone ever heard of Google.  It marked the end of my experiences
with a guy.  I resumed making out with girls, and as you know I married and
fathered a child.  Just like John, I often regret the unfortunate
circumstances that ended my activity as a homosexual.  I also might have
discovered my true self years earlier, and would not have married."

Frank was still hugging John tightly, and even after his narration appeared
to be over, the two men seemed disinclined to let go.  "It doesn't matter,"
John whispered in Frank's ear.  "We have each other now."

It was like they forgot that Joe and Mike were in the room, until they
heard, "Ahem!"

They separated, and Frank said, "I'm going to make us coffee, and I have a
bag of fresh baked Danish pastry in the freezer.  I'll defrost them, and we
can talk while we eat."  "That's a good idea, Son," Joe said.  "The
situation you guys find yourselves in, certainly needs to be discussed."

"OK guys, let's all head for the kitchen.  I'll start the coffee and
defrost the pastry in the microwave oven.  Why don't you set the table,
John?"

When all four men were seated at the kitchen table enjoying coffee and
Danish, Joe said, "It's a fine kettle of fish you two have gotten into, but
Mike and I have been there also, so we sure aren't pointing fingers."

"Anyway, I've kind of made some decisions," John said, "and that is to do
nothing right now.  Neither of our wives is home very much, and Frank and I
know that sex with them is a sometime thing.  As long as we are together
all day, Frank and I can be as intimate as we like.  When the boys are
ready for pre-school, and Frank and I go back to work, we can worry about
it then."

"Geez, John," Frank said.  "I was thinking the exact same thing."

While Frank was cleaning up, the four men gabbed continually, bringing
themselves up-to-date about their lives.  "Why don't you and Mike sleep
over in my guest room tonight, Dad, and not have to drive home so late?"
Frank asked.

"It's a tempting offer, Frankie, but neither of us has clothes for work
tomorrow.  I guess we'll head for home soon.  What time does little Joey go
to sleep.  We'd like to come over after work tomorrow, and meet our little
grandson, and maybe play with him a little too."  Frank was impressed that
his dad talked about him and Mike in the plural.  He considered little Joey
to be Mike's grandson also.

"I usually put him down between 5:30 and 6 PM."

"We'll be here before that, unless there's a four alarm fire," he joked.

When Mike and Joe were gone, Frank and John fell into each other's arms.
"I know what you want, John," Frank said, but my nerves are functioning at
warp speed.  The excitement of seeing my dad again has really wiped me out.
I don't know if I'm up for sex tonight."

"We haven't been a couple for a day, and already you have a headache," John
quipped.

"I know.  It sucks doesn't it?  I promise to make it up to you."

"I told you not to sweat the small stuff.  I'll be happy just to sleep in
your arms tonight."

"That's fine, baby.  I'd like that very much."

"You know," John reflected, "I didn't realize how tired I was myself.
Let's hit the sack.  I can't wait to sleep with you."

They climbed into Frank's bed, and John slept on the side Penny usually
occupied.  They wrapped themselves up, and pressed their flaccid cocks
together.  They were both asleep immediately, and the babies cooperated.
The first one to cry, did not wake them up until it was nearly five in the
morning.


To be continued......