Date: Sat, 1 Dec 2001 13:13:10 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: The Family Man

			      THE FAMILY MAN
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

     "Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba! Ba-ba-ba-ba!"
     "Wa-wa-wa-wa! Wa-wa-wah, wa-wa-wa-wawah!"
     "Ba? Ba-ba? Ba-ba-ba-ba!"
     That was my neighbors, or the way they sounded coming through my
wall. The "ba-ba's" belonged to Chris, and the "wa-wa's" were his wife,
Tess. They argued like this every night, it seemed. Just loud enough to
wake me up or keep me awake, but not loud enough for me to understand a
word of what they were saying.
     At least tonight I was still awake! Too damned hot to sleep anyway. I
got out of bed, slipped on a pair of baggy shorts and opened the front door
to let the night air circulate some more, sat down in a chair. I had a
singles apartment, and from here, I could see their front door, not that I
was looking that way.
     Not until the door opened and Chris walked out. He was wearing a
T-shirt and blue jeans, and a pair of men's bedroom slippers. "Fine! I'll
go spend the night at a friend's house and then you can get some sleep!"
     "You do that!"
     Oh, jeez, now they were taking the show on the road! I looked at
Chris, thinking it was a shame he didn't have a happier marriage. He was
such a good-looking stud, with his nicely muscled body he kept up by
running and lifting some free-weights he owned, his hair was deep brown,
nearly black, and just waved enough to look styled all the time. He kept it
in a swept- back look from a left-hand part and with closely-trimmed sides,
so that it formed a very clean-cut image. His eyes were steel gray, his
cheeks were smooth and only lightly fuzzed with beard as yet (he was only
22 years old, nearly four years younger than me). Why Tess would fight with
him every night was a mystery to me, if I had a stud like that in my bed,
I'd be too busy fucking and sucking him to argue. Not that I was carrying a
torch for this guy, but I have to admit that I sort of warmed up when I
looked at him. I had talked with him as much as any two neighbors in a big
city can. We weren't friends, but we knew each other well.
     He was a family man who was devoted to Tess, very much so. His
arguments, near as I could make out from his actions, came from the pain of
miscommunication, and the hurt affront of a man who can't understand the
woman he had married. He and Tess couldn't have been married long, they
acted very much like newlyweds, or at least Chris did. He was constantly
reaching out to touch her at the pool-side or when they were walking,
though she usually pushed his hand away. Tess struck me as being more than
a little of the Ice Queen. She didn't seem to like to be touched, even in
those hand-holding ways, at least in public.
     Chris said some more, and the door was slammed in his face. He looked
bewildered, like a puppy shut out of the house, and then turned my
way. "Hey, Tony!" he said. "Can I borrow your phone? I got kicked out of
the house for the night and got to call a friend to come get me." Chris
didn't own a car; their sole car was his wife's property and she wouldn't
even let him drive it. He used the bus to get to his job as a security
guard, or he walked or she drove him if she felt like it or he begged her
enough. Like I said, she was more than a little of the Ice Queen sort.
     "Sure, Chris, come on in." I said and gestured to the phone that was
on a small table by me. I didn't get up, my chair's mate rested on the
other side of that table.
     He sat in the chair and dialed his number. Waited, listened. "No
answer." he said, and dialed again. "Hey, John, it's Chris. Could you come
get me? My wife and I had another fight and she's kicked me out." He
listened. "Yeah, but.... Yeah, but.... John, the bus doesn't run by you
this time of night, you know that. Yeah, but.... Well, okay, thanks
anyway." Chris sat down the receiver and looked baffled. "Guess I got to
find a motel." Then he grimaced, and I knew he was thinking of the money;
probably didn't have enough. Nobody with money for things like that stayed
in this apartment building, strictly a run-down place for struggling young
whatevers. Just like I was a struggling young pre-attorney, just out of law
school and making ends meet with temp work while I studied for the bar.
     "You can stay here for the night, Chris." I offered. I gestured at the
bed. "Plenty of room if you can handle sleeping with me."
     Chris knew I was gay, so I wasn't surprised when he hesitated.
"Well...thanks, Tony." He stood up. "Well, I'd better get some of my
stuff."
     "Why?" I asked. "You can get it in the morning."
     "No, I mean...well, I don't have anything to sleep in."
     "Huh? Oh!" I said. "Well, shucks, Chris, I'll loan you a pair of my
briefs to sleep in."
     "Okay, thanks. Tess probably wouldn't open the door for me anyway,
right now." Chris stood up. "Well, I got to get to work early, so if you
don't mind, I'll go to bed right now."
     "Sure." I said and stood up, went to my dresser and fished him out a
pair of my briefs.
     Okay, so I buy all my briefs at International Male in West Hollywood.
I handed him a pair that were almost a jockstrap, with a wide-open section
up the front of each leg, so that it was only held together by the top
strap. Black top strap, dark purple briefs and a soft, sensuous feel to
them that really caressed your balls with every movement, downright
erotic. "Here." I said. "I haven't even worn this pair yet."
     "Thanks." he said then looked at them. "Uh, sort of small, isn't it?"
     "Sorry, Chris, that's the only kind I wear." I said and pulled down my
baggies long enough to show him my own pair, a set of very abbreviated
tiger-striped briefs. "Nothing else I have will cover you any better. Go
ahead, it's just us guys here."
     You probably think from my name that I'm Italian, with black hair and
so on. Well, I have almost pure Scandinavian genes and am very light blond
haired, blue eyed, square jawed, and pale-skinned. Your typical Nordic
surfer god type, not that I ever surfed, but I kept working out and tanned
at the pool-side to make my body a light golden brown.
     He went into the bathroom to put them on. Well, I guess I couldn't
blame him. I shut the front door and stripped out of my baggies. He came
out in those briefs and I nearly fainted. I hadn't seen him this undressed
before, he always wore a T-shirt even at the pool.
     A thick coat of chest hair made heavy patterns and lines across his
entire front of his body. His pubic hair must have been a dense forest, the
way it stuck out of the sides of those purple briefs, and shone through the
thin fabric. I had known he was hairy, but I hadn't imagined this hairy!
And I love hairy men, too! I licked my lips, then looked up at his face. I
think I blushed. "Sorry for staring, Chris." I turned away. "Which side of
the bed do you want?"
     He picked the outer edge, so I crawled in and pulled the sheet over
me, and watched him crawl into bed with me. I have a full-sized bed, plenty
big for one person. But with two, you sort of have to touch each other a
little. I wasn't trying to touch him, but his arm was right next to mine,
and I could feel the hairs on them as they brushed against mine.
     Chris was restless. A half hour later, he was still turning and moving
in bed. It was like trying to sleep on a water mattress in a pool full of
children. Rock and roll, roll and rock.
     I lay there and pretended to go to sleep, hoping he'd do the same. But
after a time, I felt a very familiar shudder in the bed. A shudder I hadn't
felt since I was younger and shared a bed with my older brother. Our bed,
an older kind like this one, would shudder like that every time my brother
would....
     I was on my back, so I turned my head and looked. Yep, Chris was
whacking off in bed!
     I couldn't believe it! He was straight, in bed with a gay man, and he
was whacking his meat! He may have thought I was asleep, but you have to
admit, well, it wasn't the smartest thing for him to have done.
     The sheet was tented up and whipping from his strokes on his prong. He
wasn't trying to be furtive about it, that or he was too caught up in the
building orgasm. I reached in quietly and grabbed my own cock, fished it
out of those abbreviated briefs, and began whacking along with him. I
didn't call attention to myself, but after a time, he looked over at my
hand moving as fast as his was, then over to my face. We looked at each
other, and I waited for him to jerk away, to get out of bed, to yell oh,
jeez, whatever. He just kept stroking it, his eyes fastened on the sheet
that was being double-whipped by us pounding our puds.
     I pulled down the covers, and lay there, showing him my cock and
wondered if he would do it. First step was, yes, he pulled down the sheet
from himself and let me see him work his prong. God, a beautiful pud. Only
a little bit of city light got into my room, but there was enough to let me
see that he had a big, thick cock a good eight or nine inches long, cut and
heavily bent. His hairy abs were lines across his stomach, his breasts were
twin mounts covered with dense growth, and he was looking at my cock like
he was wondering what it would taste like, me wearing nothing but my briefs
tucked under my balls and a gold chain around my neck.
     I began to groan audibly and he matched me, the two of us grunting our
pleasure as our hands bobbed on our dicks, watching each other beat off. I
would have taken things further, but he was too damned hot. The sight of my
ten-inch slender prong must have done it for him, because he groaned and
splattered himself heavily. A thick musk filled my nostrils and I watched
as the thick spurts arced over like jets of water from a fancy Beverly
Hills squirt-fountain, landing first on his chest and up to his neck, then
it coated his stomach. I looked and smelled his wad as it pooled on his
stomach, him groaning loud enough his wife must have heard him. The sight
of his come on his hairy body, the smell that filled the room as though a
heavy musk perfume had been sprayed inside, the thought that his wife could
hear us, would think he was making love to me after walking out on her, I
found that thought incredibly exciting, and I groaned and shot my own wad
onto my stomach. With a long pud like mine, you don't squirt as hard as a
shorter one (or one with more power like Chris' cock, he wasn't that much
shorter than me), so all I did was soak my stomach with its taut flat
platform broken only by my dinky navel.
     I gasped, caught my breath and gulped, looked at him again. He seemed
placid, comfortable. "Some rags in that nightstand." I said softly,
non-threateningly. "I keep some clean in there for this. Just hand me one
while you're at it."
     He did so, and I nearly swooned as I felt it. His hand had been
covered in come, and a sticky spot was on the rag, which meant I was
touching his come! We wiped ourselves off and then I chucked the rag over
him to the floor. He wiped a bit longer and then did the same. Looked at
me, cleared his throat and said, "Good night."
     "Good night, Chris." I said. He settled in and he did go to sleep. He
snored, but you know, I always loved that sound. It means you're not
sleeping alone. I went to sleep myself.
     I woke up to the alarm going off. Chris was fumbling at it, but the
alarm had an odd set- up to it; you had to flip a not-very-obvious switch
to turn it off. I reached over him and managed to shut it off despite his
help. It meant I had to nestle right up against him and I enjoyed the feel
of my scraggly fine chest hair mingling with his equally scraggly back
hair. I let my arm drop around him, pretended to be so groggy I didn't
realize I needed to move right away. Then I pulled away and lay back in the
early morning light.
     And the bed began to shudder again. I looked over and he was flogging
again. This time the covers were back, the light was full and I could see
everything. I got a hard-on in no time looking at him in full light, him
looking at me with a grin on his face, encouraging me. So I kicked the
sheet on back and tugged down my briefs and joined in the fun. We flogged
ourselves while watching each other and I got up the courage to say,
"There's some lube in the nightstand, too, if you want to use some on
that."
     "Thanks." he said, licked his lips. "Could you rub it on for me?"
     With an offer like that, I didn't even pretend that this was anything
other than open, blatant sex. "Sure!" I said and reached over him for the
nightstand drawer and while I fished in it with one hand, my other one
found and wrapped around his cock. I stroked him while I fumbled out the
lube, and then popped its pull-top with the same hand that was holding it
and squirted it on his cock while I flogged him.
     He groaned and I spread it on his cock with the one hand while I
continued to flog him with the other. "Oh, God, that feels so damned good,
Tony!" he breathed. "God, Tess never does anything like this for me,
never!"
     I didn't like him mentioning Tess like this, but let it
pass. "Beautiful prod you got there, Chris." I said. "Could I have a taste
of it?"
     His breath caught, held for a second, then he said, "Sure, go ahead."
     The hesitation gave me pause, but I went ahead and took it. He'd be
back in his wife's bed tonight, I might as well satisfy the itch I'd had
ever since I first saw him. Like I said, not quite a torch, but it was
close.
     The lube was water-based and reasonably non-toxic, only left a
slightly oily taste on my tongue as I worked it over his cockhead. The
groan that rose from Chris was from the very depths of his soul. This was
something else Tess had never done for him, I'd've bet. I decided to give
this stud a morning-after-delight he'd never forget; I used my every trick
to milk his pud with my mouth, running my tongue over it when I had it
buried in my mouth, pulling up while holding extra firm with my lips,
darting my tongue over the top of it as I paused so briefly at the top,
then back down again, doing this quickly, so that his experience was a
single unending pleasure.
     I didn't expect him to last long and he didn't. He groaned; I pulled
back and flogged him hard while I lay down across his stomach and he
blasted his load all over my chest and neck. A copious wad, it was like the
guy hadn't been laid in months and had been saving it all that time.  He
lay gasping and I stayed where I was, lazily milking his pud with my hand,
and then I felt him fishing for my groin. I didn't say a word, I just
turned over and lay with my head on his stomach while he leaned over to
grab my cock and stroked it for me.
     Oh, God, the man was a pro with his hand! He pounded me better than
any man ever had before, and he was better with that hand than most men
were with mouths or asses. It was damned good sex, for being a hand-job,
and I groaned, blasted my wad onto my stomach. He milked me until I was
silent, then he rubbed his hand over my stomach, lifted it up to show me
his hand covered with my jizz, then he rubbed it on his splotches on my
chest, combining them there, then lifted his hand up still sticky with our
sperm, and I followed it with my eyes until he reached to rub those last
remnants of moisture onto one ample hairy breast!
     "Damn, you're good!" I breathed. "So damned good!"
     He smiled at me, and said simply, without complaint or guilt in his
tone. "I sure wish Tess thought so."
     "Really?" I asked. "You haven't been married that long, have you?"
     "Eight months." he said. "She wanted to wait until we got married, and
I found out after that she didn't want to do it much then, either. Me, I
need it twice a day, more on weekends if I can get it. So we fight about it
a lot."
     "Is that what you're fighting about?" I asked.
     "Yeah." he said. "I want it and she doesn't. Couldn't you hear from in
here?"
     "You don't come through that clearly." I said. "I only can hear that
you're fighting."
     "She loves me." he said hastily. "I don't doubt that. She just doesn't
need sex very much."
     "I'm glad I'm not married to her, then." I said. "I'm like you, want
it all the time."
     "Guess I should have married you." he joked. Then he sobered up. "I'd
better go knock and try to patch things up with her."
     "Sure, Chris." I said. I knew this wasn't anything more than a brief
fling for him, so I wasn't too disappointed. He got dressed and then turned
and said. "It sure is a shame you aren't a woman."
     "It sure is a shame you aren't gay." I retorted. I didn't like
comments like that.
     "Yeah." he said and went out the door. I spent some time thinking
about that last line of his!
     That evening, I got home pretty late, having stopped for a visit at a
friend's home on the way, and found Chris sitting on the front stoop. "Hey,
Chris." I said as cooly as I could. I wasn't going to advertise last night
to anyone. Just a neighbor saying hello, that was the way to play it.
     "Hi, Tony." he said. "Can I come in?"
     "Sure." I said and walked in my home, my heart fluttering. What was
going on here?
     "Tess and I had a talk." he said as he flopped in the other
chair. "She's pregnant. Found out two days ago and was waiting for the
right moment to tell me."
     "Oh!" I said. "Congratulations!"
     "Not really." he said. "She told me today that she didn't feel right
having sex while carrying a baby. Doesn't matter that the doctor told her
that she could keep having sex for a while. She has cut me off for the
duration."
     "Gee, that's too bad." I said. "What are you going to do?" I asked.
     Chris looked at me. "I was hoping for more of what we did this
morning." he admitted.
     "Huh?" I said.
     "I love Tess." he said. "I'm not going to lie to you about it. And she
loves me. But she doesn't like sex. I got her to admit that to me today,
too. She thinks it's dirty, and disgusting and not a proper thing for a
lady to be doing. Her mother must have really done a job on her! Anyway,
either I divorce her or I come up with a way to take care of my needs
without her."
     "So you thought of me?" I wasn't sure how I felt about this! "I don't
know, Chris."
     "You like me, don't you?" he asked. "I've seen you looking at me at
the pool, and other times when I was wearing shorts or something. You like
me, don't you?"
     "Sure." I said. No reason not to be honest. "But I don't know how I
feel about being the other woman here. Not to mention that I have my own
needs to take care of and a hand-job doesn't cover it."
     "I was going to offer you more." he said. "I talked to Tess about last
night. She doesn't feel like I'm cheating on her, not with you, not with
another guy. I sort of feel the same way. I couldn't bring myself to touch
another woman while I'm still married. But I can do it with you. Any way
you want to." He licked his lips. "I want to. Will you think about it?"
     "Sure." I said as he got up. "I'll think about it. But I don't know."
     "Okay." he said. "Take care, dude."
     "You, too." I said. I was stunned. A gorgeous hunk with a high sex
drive offers to become my steady supply of loving, and I turn him down? Was
I crazy? I changed out of my business suit and into my comfortable baggies
and thought about it. Was I actually going to do this?
     No! He was a married man, and straight, and very much in love with his
wife. What was I, toilet paper you use when you feel like it? Much as it
hurt, much as I wanted to take that hairy body in my arms and slather it
with my lips and tongue, much as I wanted to feel that thick prong of his
again (I could feel it in my hand that very moment, like warm steel wrapped
in a thick layer of silken velvet), I couldn't do this to myself! I had my
self-respect, damn it!
     A knock at the door, almost a relief to break off the thinking. I
opened it, and Tess was there. "Uh, hello." I said.
     "Can I come in?"
     "Do you think you should?" I asked.
     "I need to talk to you." she said.
     "All right."
     She sat in the chair Chris had used. "Tony, Chris said you're having
problems with the little offer he made to you."
     "Problems." I said. "Yeah, that's an understatement. We had a good
time last night...."
     "I'm glad to hear it." she said quickly, sincerely. "Tony, you're my
only hope to save my marriage."
     "Huh?"
     "If you don't do this, Chris will leave me, sooner or later. I
can't...I can't satisfy him that way. I just can't. I know it's a wife's
duty and I know there's nothing wrong with it. But I don't like it. And
with the baby coming, I like it even less. Then after, I'm going to be worn
out from caring for the baby. I love Chris and I want him to stay with me,
but I'd be happy if we never had sex again!" That last was so emphatic I
had to believe it.
     "I know." I said.
     "Chris needs sex, a lot of it. So much I'm worn out from trying to
take care of him. He says that you like it as much as he does. And I don't
feel you threaten my marriage the way another woman would. She'd want to
marry him, to have his children. But with you, we can keep this discreet
and comfortable."  "I don't know if I want to be the other woman." I said.
     "You wouldn't be the other woman." she said. "I'd be the other
wife. We could get a two-bedroom apartment together, and the baby and I
would share one bedroom and you and Chris could have the other. You could
help with the baby a little, maybe. Even be his godfather?"
     "Tess, you and Chris are blowing me away here!" I said with
feeling. "I thought I was supposed to make people uncomfortable, not the
other way around."
     "I know you, Tony." Tess said. "I like you. I trust you. And so does
Chris. Will you think about it?"
     "Sure." I said. "I'll think about it. But I wonder if you and Chris
have thought about it."
     "How can we convince you?" she asked.
     I thought about it for some time there, and she waited for me to
think. Finally, I said, "You tell Chris that if he wants to be lovers with
me while keeping you, he's got to go all the way. I mean, he has to knock
on that door and come in here and know that I'm going to fuck him up the
ass. If he can do that, and if you can let him do it, I'll believe you two
are serious."
     "I'll tell him." she said and got up.
     I figured that was the end of it. I figured I had raised the stakes so
high that they'd see how silly it was and get counseling or something. No
straight man thinks of being pronged up the butt with anything but sheer
terror! They don't know diddley about the prostate gland that makes being
fucked so much a genuine pleasure, being another man's bottom, even though
they've probably already had a doctor touching it for them, to give them
the clue about what it feels like.
     I sat there, looking at my bed, which looked awfully lonely and small
now. At my life, work and home and little time in between for fun. The guys
at the bar were beginning to fall into three equally hopeless categories:
Leeches, Guilt-riddens and Only-one-nights. I had made moves on some guys
and then looked back afterwards and thought, jeez, was I desperate or what?
I was doing a lot of that lately!
     Was what Chris and Tess were offering me so bad? To share their life,
that's what they were offering! Even a kid to make it all complete, the
middle-class dream. He could call me Uncle Tony and I could call him Sport
and we'd play ball in the park and go places. He'd wonder about me sleeping
with his daddy, but I could explain to him very carefully how....
     Damn, I was making plans already! What was I thinking?
     There was a knock at the door. I opened it and Chris was there. "Hi."
he said.
     "Hi." I said. "Come on in."
     He walked in and sat down on the bed instead of the chair, which
startled me. "Tess told me." he said, nervous as hell.
     "I thought you should know just how far you have to take this. We had
some fun playing in bed with each other. That's a far cry from going all
the way into being lovers. I don't blame you for changing your mind."
     Chris looked at me. "I'm not changing my mind." he said.
     "Huh?"
     "I came here for you to fuck me." he said simply. "If you'll come over
here and show me what to do, we can get started."
     "Criminy!" I shouted, stood up and paced. "Chris, do you have any idea
what's involved in getting fucked for the first time? It usually hurts like
hell, no matter how gentle the other guy is."
     "Okay." he said.
     "Okay?"
     "Okay." he said. "I trust you."
     Again with the trust! I couldn't believe it! "You're both crazy!
Completely, stark-raving crazy! And I'm crazy for even agreeing to consider
this! What about my life? What about me?"
     Chris stood up and took me in his arms. They felt so damned good
around me. "I'll take care of you, Tony." he said. "Me and Tess. It's not
what I expected to be doing the rest of my life, no. But either I do this
or I divorce Tess with a new baby on the way. And besides...."
     "What?" I asked, looking at him.
     "I want you." he said. "I've wanted you all this time. I would hold
Tess and think about you. Dreaming of your arms around me, your lips
kissing mine, your...having your cock inside me. You tell me to come over
and be fucked by you, to prove I'm serious. Well, come on and fuck me,
Tony. Be as rough as you want to be. I want you to!"
     His lips sought mine, his hand was groping my crotch and I was lost to
sense. "We're all crazy!" I breathed when that kiss ended, eventually.
"This is never going to work out! Never! We'll mess each other's minds up
so much we'll all be inmates at the asylum together."
     His hand had fished inside my shorts. "As long as we're together." he
said. "I can bribe the guards to let us be roommates."
     I groaned as his hand found my cock and he fumbled the baggies down
over and beneath it. His hand felt so damned good, and then he went down on
his knees and he sucked on my cock! God, he felt great! He wasn't an
expert, but he kept his teeth out of the way, and he managed to fit it
pretty far down his mouth for a rank beginner. Oh, yeah, he was a beginner,
but he was eager, and that can help out a lot when you're sucking cock! I
stopped doubting that he wanted me, or that I wanted him.
     I reached for him, tried to pull him back up, but he wouldn't let
go. The bed was too far away, his arms were around my waist, holding me in
place, and he was sucking me hard and fast. I couldn't go anywhere,
couldn't do anything but run my hands through his hair and groan.
     "God, Chris, ease up!" I moaned. "I'm going to shoot soon! You got to
pull off! Please!"
     He grunted no and kept right on sucking. I groaned, tried to hold
back, but he was a demon on my cock, and I groaned, "No, Chris, it's not
safe, let go! Let go!"
     But he kept it up right until the moment when I lost the struggle at
last, then he let go and I shot my wad right into that beautiful thatch on
his chest while he played with my cock, using just his fingers and aiming
it right at himself.
     I nearly fell over when it was done, had to brace myself with my hands
on his shoulders.
     Done, he stood up and I grinned at him like a maniac. "You cheated!" I
breathed. "I was supposed to get to fuck you."
     "You can do that tonight." he said. "For now...." he turned us and
threw me onto the bed, pulled off his pants and climbed onto me, sat on my
chest. He was still wearing the purple briefs I had given him the night
before. He fished his cock out through one side and said, "Your turn. But
we have to hurry. Tess will have dinner ready for us in another half
hour. A celebration."
     "For what?" I asked.
     "For you joining the family." he said and slapped his cock on my lips.
"I'll call the landlord tomorrow and we'll move into that two-bedroom the
first of next month."
     I looked at the cock slapping against my lips under his impatient
fingers. I was taking on more than a juicy prod with that schlong. I was
taking on a three-way marriage, a full-time lover, a child on the way, a
lifetime commitment. Looked at that prong, and at his handsome, smiling
face. Not rushing me. Just waiting for my decision.
     And I gulped him down. Mom would be thrilled to learn I was going to
be a family man!

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