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I started writing this story, never intending it to grow into what it has become. It seems to have taken on a life of its own. I hope you enjoy.
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"C'mon, let's get to bed. Sounds like tomorrow is gonna' be busier that we thought," I added.
"Right behind you, babe."
We crawled into bed and, knowing I needed his support, Tom curled up behind me to hold me. I've never felt more loved or safer in my life than when he does that. I could literally feel the depth of his feelings permeating my soul as we waited for sleep to take us. Sleep was being evasive for me tonight as I pondered the question of why my old man was demanding to see me before mom or Lee. It just didn't make sense after being treated like dog shit you need to scrape from the bottom of your favorite shoes.
Even when sleep did finally take me, it didn't last long as I soon sat straight up in bed screaming, "BASTARD! MOTHERFUCKER! I HATE YOU! WHY COULDN'T YOU JUST DIE YOU HATEFUL PRICK!" It wasn't until Tom was able to shake me enough to wake me that I stopped screaming. Damn, I hate nightmares, especially ones that have you punching, kicking and screaming at figments of your imagination.
"Damn it! I can't even get a good night's sleep because of that selfish prick!" I cried.
"It's okay, babe," Tom whispered soothingly, "We'll get through this."
The bedroom door flew open and five boys came running in with Alex asking, "Dad, you okay? We heard you screaming."
"Yeah, what's goin' on?" T.J. asked.
"Just a nightmare, boys. I'll be fine. Go on back to bed."
"No way, dad, we ain't leaving you alone," Joey said adamantly.
"Yeah, make room, you two," Mike added as all five hopped in the bed and crawled under the covers with us. T.J., Andy and Mike settled in between Tom and me while Alex claimed a spot behind me and Joey curled up behind Tom. Now, if there is a heaven, this is it, being completely surrounded by people who love you and you love back just as much, if not more. It took a while but, eventually, we all fell back to sleep and it turned out to be a very peaceful sleep, despite the occasional kick from one boy or another trying to get more comfortable. I was very thankful none of those kicks landed in a tender spot.
When morning arrived with the sun announcing its presence through the window, I awoke with a start, feeling Alex's smooth three inches of hardness poking me in the backside. As I became more aware of my body's position, I soon realized my own morning erection had somehow managed to slip between T.J.'s thighs and I was feeling the wrinkled skin of his scrotum with the sensitive head of my cock. What a wonderful way to start the day. I now knew what had caused the sweet, erotic dream I'd been having. I also knew I needed to extricate myself from this position, but wasn't sure how to accomplish that trick without accidentally shoving Alex off the edge of the bed behind me.
Before I could make my first move, I felt small fingers lightly tickling my head as T.J. scratched his loose sack and asked, "What's that?"
"Um, that would be me, T.J. Sorry."
"That's all right, dad, I'm always hard in the morning, too," T.J. commented, pulling my hand over to cover his crotch to prove the point.
"So am I," Alex whispered in my ear as he shifted his position ever so slightly so his rock-hard poker slipped between my cheeks and made contact with my pucker. That was my cue to wake everybody else up and break up this mass of bodies before things got out of control, although, in my mind, I was way too late.
"C'mon, everyone, time to get moving," I called out, causing a variety of grunts and groans from the bed's other occupants. Alex moved, all right, just enough for the smooth head of his sweet pecker to enter the warm confines of my hole, causing him to moan lightly in my ear. I nearly jumped out of my skin at the unexpected intrusion, pushing T.J. over on top Andy.
"Hey, what was that for!?" Andy yelled.
"Don't look at me," T.J. answered, "it was all dad's fault." T.J. then placed his hands on each side of Andy and lifted his body up so their two bodies first made contact at their hairless groins, two hard rods smashed together. Both boys now had their eyes wide open, each staring deeply into the other's.
"Would you all be quiet," Tom asked, "I was having a great dream over here."
"It's not a dream, ya' big lunk," I said, "Open your eyes."
He did as I said, and found T.J. on top of Andy, hips busily rocking up and down and Andy's eyes now glazed over with pleasure. Tom soon realized his own stiff member was firmly wedged between Mike's thighs and poking T.J. in the hip, then he slowly became aware that Joey was curled tightly behind him and slowly moving to his own rhythm.
"Damn, pops, that thing is huge when it gets hard," Mike commented as he reached down and tried to wrap a hand around Tom's cock. Tom's eyes opened even wider at the light touch from Mike.
"All right, that's enough! Everybody out and hit the showers!" I think I finally got their attention as all five boys slowly climbed off the bed and headed for the door, erections leading the way. I noticed as Joey climbed over Tom and crawled across the bed that he'd pulled the front his shorts down and tucked the waistband under his tight, wrinkled sack, leaving his hard pecker exposed so it bounced freely as he moved about. I couldn't really complain about him breaking his punishment, though, because, technically, he did actually have the shorts on.
He didn't bother to pull them back into position as he joined Alex and I heard him whisper to his brother, "That was fuckin' hot and I need to get off, bad."
"Me, too," Alex agreed. "Race you to the shower." With that, they were off like they'd been shot out of a cannon.
With that final thought percolating in my mind, I turned back to Tom and asked, "What about you, lover, you need to get off, too?"
"You have no idea. Get over here and fuck me, now," he commanded.
I willingly obliged him and quickly buried my cock deep in his ass. I knew that with the stimulation to which we both already been subjected, it wouldn't take us long to come. Unfortunately, I was right on the money and in minutes we were both forcefully ejecting our loads, mine inside Tom's sweet ass and his sprayed all over his furry chest and taut belly.
"Oh, god, who do I have to pay to start every day like that," I panted after rolling back onto my back.
"I take Visa, MasterCard, Discover, American Express, Diner's Club and, of course, Cash," Tom cracked, laughing maniacally.
I smacked his sweet, exposed ass and said, "C'mon clown, let's run through a shower ourselves. I can't take you anywhere like you are right now."
"What, you mean bare-assed?"
"Nah, that wouldn't bother me at all, it's the cum mixed in your fur that would be the big issue. Maybe not the biggest, but an issue nonetheless."
"Help me up, then?" he asked as he extended a hand. I pulled him up and we got ourselves cleaned up, then left the bedroom for the kitchen to fix some breakfast. The boys were lined up on their stools at the counter and when I asked what they wanted for breakfast, the general consensus was bacon and eggs with toast. Tom and I busy with the cooking part while the boys took care of setting the table, Andy still taking care of T.J.'s part of the task. In ten minutes, we were ready to eat and sat down to enjoy our meal. I still had to help Mike with the dang honey bear when it was time and Tom helped Andy with it when he asked for the same. I really need to find an easier to use container to use as these silly bears they make these days are just too hard for small hands to squeeze.
About half-way through our meal, Alex asked, "So, what are we doing today? Movies or games?"
"Actually," I began, "something came up late last night that we have to do this afternoon."
"What's that, dad?" T.J. asked.
"The hospital called after you guys were in bed and told me Papa Jim was awake and he wants me and my family to come see him today."
"That's, great, dad," Joey exclaimed. "We can cheer him up."
"I don't know well that's going to work, Joey. He's been really upset with me ever since I told him and mom I was gay. I didn't make it any better when I told him I was going to adopt and then, add to that, Tom and me getting married. No, he's been in a downright nasty mood for months, now."
"Well, if he's that upset with you, why does he want us to come see him?" Alex asked.
"I don't have a clue, son. The doctor I talked to last night didn't know either, but he did say dad probably wouldn't allow any counselors to talk to him until he saw us. And he's going to have to talk to them before they'll let him out of the hospital. So, it looks like his getting released is dependent on us going."
"Is he in the crazy person section, yet," Joey wanted to know.
"I don't think so. Dr. Nichols said he'd really just gotten awake and fully aware shortly before he called me, so I think he's still in a regular room."
"What time are we going?" Mike asked.
"I thought we'd leave about 11:30 this morning, stop at McDonald's or somewhere easy for a quick bite, then get to the hospital about 1:00 this afternoon. The doctor is supposed to call back this morning after he makes sure dad still wants us to come."
"I don't think I want to go, dad," Andy said quietly. "If he hates us so much he wanted to kill himself, what's he going to do when he sees us again?"
"I don't know, Andy, but here's what I'm thinking. When we get there, we'll talk to the doctor a bit and then I'll go see dad by myself to see what he has to say and Tom will wait with you five. I won't let you guys come in until I know what he wants. Once I have dad's assurance he won't cause any problems, then the rest of you can come in."
"Sounds like a good plan to me," Tom responded. "That way, we're there if things seem cool, but not in the middle of it if they turn out not to be. Remember, I quit my job so I could stay out of the line of fire. Two weeks too late, mind you, but still, better safe than sorry, again. I wouldn't want to get hit in the head with a flying bedpan," he laughed. The boys laughed hysterically at that comment, though, I have to admit, it was pretty damn funny.
"Fine, big guy, you can hide in the lounge with the little ones while he throws bedpans at me. Feel safe, now?"
"You bet. Those things are metal, you know. I bet they'd hurt like hell when they bounce off a head."
"Okay, Chicken Little, I got it."
We'd finished eating during our conversation and once all that was settled, the boys got busy cleaning the table and loading the dishwasher while Tom and I took care of the pans. With the cleanup completed, we headed to the living room to relax for a bit before leaving for town. Alex and Joey started working in their math books, again, while T.J., Mike and Andy decided to play Uno.
"How far have you two progressed in the new book?" I asked.
"We're starting chapter 12 now, dad, why?" Joey answered.
"You're kidding me. Let me see one of your notebooks, I want to check what you've done so far." I spent the next 20 minutes checking random problems and was not too surprised to find every single answer correct. I don't know where these two kids got their math skills, but they were obviously above and beyond the average third grade student. "I don't see any errors, but I'll want to see these several more times as you continue. I have to say you two have impressed the heck out of me with your abilities and your desire to complete the book. Keep up the good work."
"Thanks, dad," Alex said. "Too bad the Mueller's never appreciated it. Guess we're just too smart for them."
"Not a doubt in my mind, boys." I picked up my book to continue reading while Joey and Alex returned to their math book. A short time later, I answered a ringing phone, assuming it was the hospital.
"Good morning."
"Is this Mr. Sanders?"
"It is."
"Mr. Sanders, this is Dr. Nichols. I've just left your father's room after checking on him this morning and he says he still wants to see you. Are you still planning to come in this afternoon?"
"We are. I'm planning to be there about 1:00 this afternoon like I mentioned last night."
"That should be perfect. Patients should be done with their lunch meal by then. I look forward to seeing you then."
I looked to Tom and said, "Looks like the old man still wants us to come by, so we should be ready to leave here by 11:30. Sound okay to you."
"No problems here, I think we're just along for the ride. I'll be amazed if Jim really wants to see us."
"Me too, but we'll just have to wait and see what happens. I need to call mom and Lee and let them know what's going on."
I dialed Bill and Estelle's number first and waited patiently until they answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Good morning, Bill, it's Max. How are you this bright and beautiful Sunday?"
"We're just dandy, Max," he answered cheerfully. "How's it going up there?"
"Better than I thought it would be. Is mom available? I have some news from the hospital to pass on."
"You bet, hang on." I heard him call out, "Rose, Max is on the phone. He has news about Jim." He then returned to me and added, "She'll be right here, Max."
"That's fine, Bill. Why don't you switch to speaker so you all can hear this?"
"You got it." I heard the switchover just as mom joined the conversation.
"Max, what's happening?" mom asked warily. "They haven't called me today."
"Dad finally woke up for real last night. Looks like they got all the drugs got out of his system."
"Well, that's good news," mom responded. "But why didn't they call me?"
"I'm getting there, mom. This next part is going to surprise you just as much it surprised us. Dad wants me, Tom and the boys to come see him."
"What!?" mom exclaimed. "Are you kidding me? I've put up with that ungrateful bastard for over forty years and he wants to see you first!"
"Dr. Nichols called last night to let me know, but I didn't want to tell you until I knew for sure we were going. He just called again and said dad still wants us to come in, so that's what we're gonna' do."
"Do you have any idea why he wants to see you?" Bill asked.
"Not a clue, and trust me, I've thought of hardly anything else since the call last night. I do know from Dr. Nichols that he's refusing to talk to any counselors until he sees us, so that's the main reason we're going to go. If our visit convinces him to follow through with the counseling we all know he needs, then it will be worth going."
"Well, honey," mom started, "I know this won't be easy for you with the way he's been acting, but I love you for doing it. Should Bill bring me home this afternoon?"
"Why don't we hold off on that until after we hear what dad has to say. If he's going to be as hateful as usual, there's no sense in you coming home right now, mom, `cause he'll be moved to the psych ward next and I'm pretty sure they won't allow visitors there."
"I guess that makes sense. You will let me know what happens, won't you?"
"Of course, I will. Well, I want to call Lee and tell her what's happening, so I'll let you go. You guys have a good day and I'll call back later with whatever news I have."
"Thank you, son. You're a better man than most and I love you."
"Love you, too, mom." I disconnected the call and dialed Lee. The conversation with her was much the same as it had been with mom, the only real differences were her not putting up with our dad for over 40 years and the invitation to stop by their house after our visit, to which I readily agreed. The promise of supper is what really swayed me into accepting the invite.
"Okay, everybody knows what's happening and we've been invited to Lee and Carl's for supper. Y'all up for that?" After the cheers from the boys subsided and my hearing recovered, I commented, "I'll take that as a yes," then returned to my book until it was time to get dressed for the trip to town. At 11:15, I set my book down and said, "Well, guys, I hate to break up our peaceful day, but it's time to get ready to roll. Try to wear something decent since we're going to the hospital, please and thank you."
The fantastic five scattered while Tom and I headed the opposite direction to get ready. Ten minutes later, we met in the living room and, satisfied with the clothes the boys selected, led the way to the garage to take our leave. The trip to town was quieter than usual, each of us lost in our own thoughts of who or what we'd find when we arrived at the hospital. But first, we had to stop for lunch somewhere since I had no idea how long we'd be with dad and I knew the boys would be hungry long before we were able to leave him.
Since we'd had burgers yesterday, I was determined to not have them again today, so I pulled into a Long John Silver's that also doubled as an A&W figuring if somebody didn't want fish, they could have a hot dog or hamburger. I was worrying needlessly as everybody ordered either fish, shrimp or chicken, so I guess I wasn't the only one not wanting a burger today. After completing another subdued meal, we cleaned up the table, visited the restroom in shifts to wash hands and take of any other needs, then climbed back in the car for the last five miles to the hospital.
Most of the regular visitors must have still been in church or eating their lunch as the hospital parking lot was fairly empty and I was lucky enough to find an empty spot right across the street from the main entrance. We jogged across the street and after entering the building, I found the reception desk and asked for my father's room since I'd neglected to get that from Dr. Nichols. Having received a room number and directions, we headed for the elevators. Five minutes later, after numerous wrong turns and two more elevator rides, we finally located the nurse's station down the hall from his room.
"May I help you, sir?" a nurse inquired.
"My name is Max Sanders and we're here to see my dad, Jim, after talking to a Dr. Nichols."
"Certainly, Mr. Sanders. One moment while I page Dr. Nichols." We listened to the rather quiet page and as we waited for the doctor to arrive, the boys leaned against the wall across the hall from the nurse's station so they wouldn't be in anybody's way should they need to pass by. I gave them a thumb's up to show my appreciation for their use of common sense and received five `okay' signals in return. Dr. Nichols arrived shortly and waved his arm for us to follow him on down the hallway as he led us to a visitor's lounge.
After everybody had taken a seat in the otherwise empty room, the doctor looked at the boys, who had sat on a long couch together, and started with, "Okay, which one of you is Mr. Sanders?"
They all pointed to me and Joey answered his question with, "Sure isn't any of us, doc. He's the geeky-looking guy behind you," which was followed by giggling from all five lads.
The doctor turned towards Tom and me, grinning, and added, "Ah, yes, Mr. Sanders. I must remember to wear my glasses more often. Thanks for coming in today. I hope you're ready for this."
"Me, too, Dr. Nichols, but I'm still pretty confused as to why, exactly, my dad wants to see us."
"I have to admit, Mr. Sanders, that I'm at a loss for the answer to that mystery, also, as he apparently feels we don't need to know the reason, either. I'm hoping he's willing to clear the fog shortly."
"What can you tell me about his condition?" I asked.
"Overall, he's in pretty good shape, considering the alternative. The EMTs retrieved the pill bottle from his house when they picked him up and brought him in. From the quantity of pills on the bottle and the number of undigested fragments retrieved from his stomach, he ingested almost the whole bottle of thirty. Had your neighbor called 9-1-1, say, thirty or forty-five minutes later, we'd be having a very different discussion right now. As it is, she's quite the hero in this story."
"Good god, what was he thinking?"
"To put it quite bluntly, he was thinking he didn't want to live any longer. Simple as that. You don't take thirty prescription sleeping pills to get a twenty-minute nap."
"No, I don't suppose you do. What's his attitude been since he woke up last night?"
"Surprisingly upbeat and happy. It just doesn't make any sense as this isn't the type of reaction we normally see in someone who survives a suicide attempt. Usually, survivors are pissed off that they've failed and they tend to fall even deeper into the depression that made them decide to end it all in the first place." He suddenly slapped himself in the forehead and shook his head in disgust.
"What?" I asked.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be talking like this with your sons in the room."
"That's all right, doc, they know what's happened and why. We don't keep secrets from them, right boys?" I asked as Dr. Nichols turned to face them.
"Nope," Alex answered. "We just wanna' help our papa get better."
"Yeah, we never knew our real papa and we don't want to lose this one when we've just found him," Joey added.
"Thank you, boys. I appreciate your understanding. I don't normally have to involve such young kids in these discussions and I sometimes forget to dial things back a bit." Dr. Nichols returned his focus to me and asked, "So, you ready to see him?"
"As ready as I'll ever be."
"Well, all right, then, let's go, folks," he said as he stood up.
"They're not going with me right now, doctor. I want to see what he has to say before I bring them into the room with me. I won't subject the boys to any abuse from him."
"I guess that's your choice. You'd know more about that than I would. Well, Mr. Sanders, follow me."
"Be back as soon as I can guys," I called over my shoulder.
"Take your time, Max," Tom replied, "we're not going anywhere without you."
I nervously followed Dr. Nichols down the hallway to locate dad and then into his room, only to find him connected to all sorts of monitors and machines. He looked like an incomplete robot or some mad scientist's evil experiment with all those wires and tubes dangling haphazardly around him. "Mr. Sanders, I have a visitor for you."
"Well, it's about damn time," dad answered angrily. "I asked for him last night." My guts clenched tight and I could feel the headache starting already, right behind my eyes. This is not going to go well and, in my bones, I could feel a disaster in the making.
"I'll leave you two alone to chat. If you need anything, I'll be close by," the doctor offered as he left the room.
"Thanks, doc." I turned to face my dad for the first time and stammered, "H-h-i, dad, how ya' doin'?"
"Just fuckin' dandy, boy. Might as well be in fuckin' jail for all the freedom I got here. Where's the rest of `em?"
"Down the hall, in the lounge, waiting for me to come get them."
"Well, then, why don't you make yourself useful for once and go get `em? I got somethin' to say to y'all and I'm only gonna' say it once, damn it. Run along, now, and don't come back until you bring `em with ya', got it, boy?"
"Dad, I'm not bringing Tom and our sons in here to have you dump a load of toxic shit on them. If that's what you're planning to do, you can forget it right now, `cause it's not gonna' happen."
"Oh, would you quit bein' such a whiny little bitch and get `em in here already? I ain't gettin' no younger, ya' know, and I wanna' get the fuck outta' this miserable dump."
I turned around and left the room, then stood in the center of the hall trying to make up my mind about how to proceed. I didn't know what to do, but I finally figured out this wasn't a decision I could or should make on my own, so I headed back to the lounge where the rest of my family waited patiently. When I entered the tiny room, I was glad to see no one had joined us and we could have this discussion in private. Tom and the boys anxiously raised their heads and looked at me, anticipation flooding their eyes.
"What's the scoop, dad?" Alex asked.
"I don't know. He's being just as sour as ever and he won't say anything until we're all there. I just don't think you all need to deal with this."
"Well, I think we'll decide that for ourselves," Tom intoned evenly. He looked to the lineup on the couch and said, "All in favor of seeing Papa Jim, raise your right hands." All five raised a hand and when Andy looked to the others and discovered he'd raised his left, quickly dropped it and re-raised the correct hand, grinning sheepishly at his mistake. I looked back towards Tom and saw he'd also raised his hand. Seeing I was outvoted six to one, I slowly raised my own right hand and nodded solemnly at the decision we'd just made.
"Okay, y'all, let's move out. This probably isn't going to be pretty and if you decide you want to leave the room, I'll understand. If you do, come back here and we'll collect you before we leave, understood?" I received nods from all six as they filed out of the lounge and into the hall. I led the crew to dad's room and lightly knocked on the door before opening it, then stood by and held the door open, letting the others enter before I followed them in. Tom took a position at the other end of the line so the adults surrounded the boys.
"Okay, dad, we're all here now. What did you want to say that could only be said to all of us at the same time?"
"Son, Tom, Alex, Joey, T.J., Mike, and Andy, this is very important and I don't want you to ever forget this moment," dad started. C'mon, you miserable old prick, let's get this over with so we can get the fuck out of here and move on with our lives. "I need to say (cough, cough) ... Sorry `bout that, I think I might be catchin' a cold, in a freakin' hospital, of all places."
"Dad, would you just spit it out, please?"
"What I'm trying to say is this, I'm sorry for being such an ignorant jackass."
"What!?" I quickly snapped my fingers by each ear to make sure my hearing was working properly. After picking my lower jaw up off the floor, I pressed on, "After months of being treated like filth, called names I won't repeat in front of my sons, ignored and humiliated, now, suddenly, like a bolt out of the blue, you're sorry?"
"Son, please let me explain."
"Oh, by all means, please do, dad, I'm all ears. I just can't wait to hear this," I vented, crossing my arms across my chest.
"You probably won't understand because you don't believe, but I do, and that's what's important here." I opened my mouth to interrupt the flow of nonsensical bullshit spewing from his mouth, but he held up a hand to silence me so he could continue. "It's been almost two days since I tried to end my life with all those sleeping pills because I was lost and confused and upset and didn't know how to make things right in the world. In those two days, I've had a special visit from someone that has helped clear the path forward for me and I now see how wrong I was to treat you the way I did, and by extension, your family."
"Oh, a special visitor, huh?" I asked sarcastically. "You haven't been allowed any visitors since they brought you here, dad. Just who could have come to see you that the doctors and nurses wouldn't have seen and stopped? Who, huh, the Pope, maybe?"
"Close, son, but no cigar. No, it was God, of course."
"Do you seriously expect me to believe god came to you, in your drugged-out stupor, and showed you the error of your ways? Try again, old man."
"Max, son, I know you don't understand what I'm telling you, but I swear it happened. As I lay here the last two days in my `drugged-out stupor', as you put it, a beautiful voice came into my head and told me I was wrong to have treated you and your family so badly and that I was at risk of losing all of you.
"He told me that if I wanted to continue to call all of you part of my family, I needed to change my ways.
"He told me that if I didn't change, I would lose not only you, Tom and the boys, forever, I would also lose Lee and Carl and my beautiful wife, and that I would be alone for all the rest of my days on this miserable planet.
"He told me that while I don't have to like how you live your life and the decisions you make that effect only your life, I still need to love you, for you are my son, and I need to also love your family, if for no other reason than they are fellow humans also deserving of my love.
"He told me that if I didn't change my ways and accept you for who you are, along with your family, that I would not be welcomed into the Kingdom of Heaven when my time comes.
"Well, let me tell you one thing, right here, right now. I am not going to be banished from that Kingdom. I've earned my place at God's feet and I fully intend to be there."
"So, you're telling me this sudden change of heart all comes down to your belief that, when you die, you will go to heaven and sit beside god and, what, tell jokes to each other, play poker, watch TV and maybe smite the unbelievers still living on this miserable planet. You want me to believe that?"
"Son, you may believe what you like, but again, it is what I believe right now that's most important. Now, I have two favors I beg of you."
"Just like that, you say you're sorry, have been enlightened by the almighty and now you ask me to do something for you. Just what could you possibly want that I can provide that will make you happy, dad?"
"The first favor is really quite simple. I'd like to have your and your family's forgiveness for being such a despicable, hateful, obnoxious, vindictive excuse for a human being and let me shower you all with the love and happiness you've earned and deserve."
"We forgive you, papa," Joey an Alex chimed together as they ran to the bed to give the old fart a hug.
"I do, too," T.J. added as he joined in the hugfest.
"Me, three" Mike called out on his way to the bed, also.
"Four," Andy yelled as he jumped on the foot of the bed and crawled up to join the others.
I looked at Tom, confusion etched on my face, hoping for some backup to whatever scam the old man was playing. What I got in return was a simple shrug of the shoulders as he walked over to dad, extended his hand in friendship and shook the hand my father had somehow managed to wiggle through the pile of boys currently smothering him.
When they finally broke up, I looked my dad square in the eyes and simply said, "I'll try, dad," working extra hard to keep my eyes from rolling to the back of my skull.
"That's all I ask for, son, that you try. I'll try, also, to be deserving of the love and happiness that you and your family will have for me."
"Okay, dad. That's the first favor, what's the second one?"
"Would you please find that damned doctor and find out what the hell you have to do or who you have to kill to get me the fuck out of here? This fuckin' place is driving me fuckin' nuts. Whoops, sorry boys."
"That's okay, papa, we've heard it all before," Andy laughed.
"Ha! Now there's the grumpy old man I was lookin' for, dad," I crowed. "Welcome back to the land of the living." The boys slid off the bed and gave me room so I could also give my dad a hug. When he finally let me go, wiping tears from his eyes, I stood back and asked, "You are serious about this? This is a very big change for you to accept in a very short period of time."
"Son, I've never been more serious about anything in my life. I know this is hard for you to understand. To be honest, it's a little hard for me, too. But, I've known for a long time you don't believe the same things I do and I accept that. When you were about fifteen or sixteen and decided to quit going to church with Rose and me, I assumed you were just going through a little bit of rebellion as you grew up and I didn't fight it, figuring you would eventually return. When you moved out to go to college, I knew then that you had left the church for good, but I still didn't fight it because you're my son and I loved you and I wanted to support you in any way I could. I didn't want our differences in belief or lack of to interfere in our relationship as father and son.
"I realize now, and yes, it's way later than I should have, that I need to accept you for who you are and not who I want or think you should be. Like I said, you're still my son and I still love you. Always have and always will. Your being gay should have never affected that love and I'm sorry that my brain was so screwed up to let that happen. But, I make this promise to you, here and now, that I will never judge you or your family for who they are. That's not my job. My job is to love you unconditionally and I fully intend to do just that. If I can earn your forgiveness as well, then I will have done my job properly."
"Dad, you have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that. It means more to me than just about anything. We'll look forward to having you in our lives. And I think I speak for all of us when I say we love you, too."
"Good, now go find that damn doctor--Nichols, is it? And get me outta' here," he laughed.
"I'll see what I can do, dad. I assume the rest you want to stay here?" I asked before leaving the room.
"Go on," Tom said, "We'll be just fine with Jim."
"Tom," dad started, "I'd be very pleased if you'd just call me dad, but only if you let me call you son."
"I'd be honored, dad," Tom said as he hugged my dad and I left the room to search for Dr. Nichols.
I found him hanging out at the nurse's station and caught his eye so we could talk.
"How's it going in there?" he asked.
"Unreal, Dr. Nichols."
"I hope that's a good `unreal'."
"Very, good. He's done a complete about-face in his attitude that I don't quite understand, but I certainly won't argue with it, either. He says he's ready to go home and he wants me to help spring him. What are the chances of that happening today?"
"As much as I can appreciate the change he's seemingly had, we have rules to follow. We're not allowed to release anybody who attempts a suicide until after they've had some psychiatric follow-up to determine they are no longer at risk of another attempt. This is a requirement to protect both the patient and the hospital."
"If you don't mind, I'm going to let you tell him that."
"That's fine with me. Do you want me to do it now or wait until after you leave?"
"Now is fine. I think he'll be more accepting of it if we're still here."
"Then, let's go." Dr. Nichols lead the way back to dad's room and, after lightly knocking on the door, pushed it open and entered, me following in his footsteps. "Good afternoon, Mr. Sanders. How are you?"
"I'm doing just great, doctor, and I'm ready to get the heck out of here," dad answered.
"That's what your son just told me. I'm glad you're feeling better and you certainly seem to be in a good mood today, but I'm afraid I have bit of bad news for you."
"And what's that?"
"I'm afraid the hospital's rules don't allow me to release you until you've talked to another doctor about why we're all here today."
"So, you're tellin' me I need to talk to a head shrinker who'll say I'm no longer crazy as a loon and won't try to `off' myself, again, before I can get outta' here, right?"
"Well, yes, I suppose I am."
"Then get him in here. We'll settle the question of my mental state right now."
"I would love to do just that, Mr. Sanders, but we don't normally have psychiatrists on duty on Sundays. That means you're going to have to stay with us at least one more night and talk with one tomorrow morning. I hope that doesn't interfere with any other plans you may have."
"I tried to kill myself the other day, doc, do you really think I'd have made plans for tonight, thinking I wouldn't be here?"
"It does seem unlikely, sir."
"Fine, I'll hang around another night. But I want that quack in here first thing in the morning."
"I'll make note of your request in your chart and do what I can, but I don't run their schedules and one will see you as soon as they're available. And, if I could make one recommendation to you, I would refrain from calling your doctor a `quack' or `head shrinker' to their face. They tend to frown on the use of those terms in reference to their specialty and may be more inclined to extend your stay several more days before they would allow your release because of it."
"Don't you worry, doc, I'll be just as polite as I can possibly be."
"Good, that would definitely help your cause. Now, let me go make that note and I'll be back to see you later."
"Thank you, Dr. Nichols. Bring a chess board and we can play a game."
"I'll see if I can find one Mr. Sanders." He turned to me and said, "Feel free to stay as long as you want."
"Thanks, doctor," I replied before returning my attention to dad. "Do you want us to stay and keep you company for a while, dad."
"Oh, don't waste this beautiful afternoon hangin' around this boring place. You'll end more depressed than I was. No, you guys get out of here and go enjoy the rest of your afternoon. We'll have plenty of time together once I get outta' here, but not before I get hugs from everyone." The boys wasted no time in doing just that and adding an `I love you, papa' and receiving an `I love you, too' back from dad. Tom took his turn and it finally down to me.
"I hate leaving you here, dad, you sure you're okay?" I asked before sharing a hug with him.
"I'm just fine, son. I'm sorry you had to be here because of my stupidity. Will you please tell Rose and Lee that I'm fine, now, and I hope to be paroled tomorrow?"
"Of course, I will, dad. If you need anything, call me." I leaned over and wrapped my dad in a big bear hug and whispered, "I love you, dad."
"I love you, too, son, more than you'll ever understand."
After separating, I headed for the door and we all waved goodbye as we slipped quietly into the hallway. As we moved past the nurse's station, looking for the way out of this madhouse, I whispered to Tom, "Boy, I sure did not see that coming."
"That was a pleasant surprise, wasn't it?" he asked.
"Like I told Dr. Nichols, it was unreal. The old man never ceases to amaze me. I just hope he's serious and not just yanking our chains."
"I don't know, Max, he seemed pretty sincere to me."
"What. You really believe god entered his head, told him he was being a monumental jackass and to straighten his shit out or else..."
"Of course, not," Tom replied. "But I do believe he's been fighting a battle in his mind for months. I think the pills and lack of conscious control the past day and a half broke down the wall between his beliefs and what he knows is right. My best guess is the `voice' he's been hearing has been his own subconscious thoughts forcing their way through that break. If he believes it was his god, I'm sure not going to contradict him, especially considering the end result."
"No, I guess I won't either. Mom will be happy when we tell her, though. I'm sure she'll be glad to get back home and move on with things."
"No doubt about it, babe. We can call her when we get to Lee and Carl's and pass on the good news."
As we exited the hospital, I complimented the boys on their good behavior during our visit. I'm not sure they really heard me as they were all chattering madly once the door had closed behind us. I guess quiet time was over now and they could revert to their more normal behavior. We carefully crossed the street, got in our car and headed for Lee's house and supper.
As I pulled out into the street, Joey asked, "Do you think Papa Jim will come to our birthday party Thursday night, now?"
"Well, I certainly hope so," I answered.
"Yeah, we do, too," Alex replied. "We'd hate for him to miss it."
"I'd hate that too, boys." They returned to the movie they'd started watching when we left home and were quiet the rest of the way. When I finally pulled into the drive at Lee and Carl's home, they were amazed at the size of the house.
"Wow, dad, are they rich, too?" T.J. asked.
"They do okay," I answered. "They both have great jobs and don't have any kids, so they've been able to save money over the years to have this built a few years ago."
As soon as I had the car shut off, the boys threw open the doors and ran to the front door, ringing the bell before Tom and I had managed to cover half the distance. When Lee finally opened the door to welcome us, she was immediately assaulted in a five-way group hug from the boys.
"Well, hi guys, glad to see you, too. C'mon in and make yourselves at home." As Tom and I finally reached the door, she continued, "Afternoon, Max, Tom, glad you could come by. Supper won't be ready for a couple hours, yet, but it'll be worth the wait, I promise."
"Thanks for the invite, Lee," I said as I hugged my sister. "Where's Carl?"
"He's lounging in the family room, watching some stupid basketball game. Where else would he be on Sunday afternoon? How ya' doin', Tom?" she asked as she closed the door and gave Tom a hug and a peck on the cheek.
"I'm doing great, Lee, thanks for asking."
"Welcome to our home. So, what's the scoop with dear old dad?"
"Why don't we pull Carl away from his ball game and call mom? That way y'all can it hear it at the same time."
"Works for me." She turned towards the house and yelled, "Carl! Get your ass off the couch, turn off that damn ball game and come meet our guests!" She turned back to me and added, "Let's make the call from the kitchen. We can put that phone on speaker."
"Lead the way, sis." She guided us through the house and we finally found Carl when we reached the kitchen. And we saw way more of him than we expected as he was nude and was being followed by four nude boys and one still wearing his underwear. It took all my self-control to not laugh out loud and I could see Tom was stifling his laughter, also.
"Howdy, Max, Tom. How y'all doin'?" Carl greeted us, shaking our hands.
"We're great Carl, how `bout yourself?" I answered.
"I'm great. Enjoying this new life these boys finally convinced me to try."
"I can see that, Carl. Um, boys, I think you've lost something," I snickered as I looked in their direction.
"No, we didn't, dad," Alex responded, "They're all piled on the couch so we know right where they are. Uncle Carl said we could."
"Oh, yeah, by the way, dear brother, thank you ever so much for this," she joked as she waved a hand from Carl's head to his toes. "You've created a freakin' monster."
"Hey, it was not me, I wasn't even at home when it happened. It was all the boys fault."
"Well thanks to those five munchkins of yours," she continued while shooting a dirty look at the boys, "I can't keep clothes on this big oaf when we're at home, unless we have visitors. And sometimes, obviously, not even then. He strips off the moment he walks in the door and absolutely refuses to put anything on until we're leaving in the morning."
"I'd say I'm sorry, sis, but I'd be lyin' to ya'. Have you tried it yet?"
"A couple of times, but it's a bit more difficult for me. I'm not really happy with how my body looks."
"Honey, I've told you that you look great. You just need to get used to it like I have," Carl begged.
"And I've told you, all in good time. Now, let's make that call. There's the phone, Tom, dial away."
Tom put the phone on speaker, dialed his parent's number and Estelle answered after three rings.
"Hello?"
"Hey, ma, it's Tom. We're at Lee and Carl's. Max wanted to call Rose so he could tell her how Jim's doin'. Is she around? And you might as well get dad, too."
"You bet, hang on." We heard her call Rose and Bill to the phone and she switched the phone to speaker while she waited.
Mom wasted no time and got right to it, "Max, honey, how is he?"
"Hey, mom, we're at Lee's and the phone is on speaker so everyone can hear this." I took a deep breath and started, "You won't believe this, but he seems to be just fine."
"Oh, thank god. I've been so worried about him. When's he gonna be able to go home?"
"According to Dr. Nichols, he has to talk with a psychiatrist tomorrow before they'll even consider letting him go. They have to make sure he not going to try to hurt himself again. If that doctor says he's okay, dad will probably be released tomorrow."
"That's good to hear, son. You talked to him, how did he sound?"
"Surprisingly positive, mom. He told me that god had spoken to him while he was out of it and told him how wrong he's been. While we think it was just his own mind telling him that, but I don't want to argue that point with him. He says he's finally accepted the fact I'm gay, am adopting boys and getting married to Tom and that he loves all of us even though he doesn't much like who we are."
"Well, I was hoping he'd reach that truth at some point, but I still hate that it took such drastic action on his part to realize it. When should Bill bring me home?"
"I'll come down to get you in the morning, mom. By the time we get back up here, dad will probably be able to go home."
"Max," Bill interjected, "Don't worry about it. We'd like to come up anyway and see you and the boys, again. Well, our son, too. Why don't we leave here about 11:00 in the morning? That would put us at your place about 12:30. Then you can take Rose to pick up Jim and deliver them to their house."
"You're sure you don't mind, Bill?"
"Not at all, we're happy to do it."
"I don't know how I can ever thank you for your help these past few days. You've gone above and beyond what I could have hoped for."
"Max, your part of our family now, too," Estelle countered. "We take family seriously, don't we, Tom."
"Yes, we do, ma."
"Well, it sounds like we have a plan for tomorrow, then. I guess we'll get off the phone and see you tomorrow afternoon. Have a safe trip."
"We'll be there, son. Thanks for seeing your dad today. I know it was difficult for you, but I'm glad he's finally learned to embrace life as it is."
"We all are, mom. Love you all and be careful."
"We love you all, too. Lee, Carl, Tom and boys, you all be good. Bye-bye." With that final comment, we ended our call.
"Why the hell is she telling me to be good?" Lee asked indignantly. "The rest of you, sure, but me?"
"So, sis, do you mind if Tom and I join your husband and our sons in comfort?"
"Oh, why the hell not? Looks like I'm gonna' have to get used to it, doesn't it?"
"It sure looks that way, Lee," Tom laughed. "Boys, why don't you grab your clothes and put them with ours?"
"Okay, pops," Joey answered.
I led the way to a bedroom down the hall and as Tom and I began to get undressed, the boys appeared carrying their clothes. "Can you guys go ahead and separate those and at least half-way fold them up, please?"
"Sure, dad," Alex answered. They dug into the pile and did as I asked so that by the time Tom and I were comfortable again, they had five neat piles of clothes for when it was time to get redressed before heading home.
As we headed back out to rejoin Lee and Carl, I stopped Joey briefly and said, "I appreciate you sticking with your punishment by wearing your briefs when everyone else but Lee will be nude."
"Well, I don't much like it, but I don't want to have it pushed into Wednesday, either."
"Good thinking, son." I laid my hand on his shoulder as we left the bedroom and followed the others.
We finally found Carl in the family room, watching his basketball game. "Where'd Lee disappear to?" I asked.
"She decided she wasn't going to be the only one dressed this afternoon and went to the bedroom to change into, well, nothing, I guess," he smiled.
"Whoa, I haven't seen her naked since we were about six and eight, I guess. Of course, she could say the same about me."
"What can I say about you?" she asked as she rejoined us, arms crossed across her chest attempting to cover her ample endowment.
"That we haven't been naked together since we stopped taking our baths together."
"I guess that's true. I'm still not sure why I'm doing this. My body is hideous."
"Look, sis, I'm about as impartial a judge you could ask for, being as I'm your brother and gay, but, I would have to say that you have a very nice body. For a woman, anyway," I added with a chuckle.
"I'll second that vote," Tom added. "But, what the hell do I know? Not like I've a seen that many naked women in my life, so my reference pool is rather small."
"Oh, would you two just shut up? You're not making this any easier."
"I think you look great, Aunt Lee," Andy commented.
"Thank you, Andy."
"But, um, where's your, um, penis?"
"Andy! Where did that come from?" I asked. Carl and Tom were laughing hysterically while Lee was trying to crawl under her chair.
"Well, she doesn't have one, does she?"
"Well, no, but women are different from men. You swam with grampa Bill and grandma Estelle the other night and you didn't say anything then, why do you ask now?"
"I just figured she was so old that it fell off or something."
Even I was having a hard time controlling myself after that comment and answered with, "We'll talk about this in more detail tonight, okay, young man?"
"Yeah, okay, dad. Sorry. Hey, where's the bathroom? I need to pee."
Lee stood, extended her hand and said, "Come with me honey, I'll show you."
"Thanks, Aunt Lee." He grabbed her hand and went with her. After they returned, we spent the next hour or so visiting and I could see Lee becoming more and more comfortable as the time passed. As supper time drew closer, we headed to the kitchen to help get everything ready to go. I pulled dishes from the cabinets and directed the boys to the silverware so they could get the table set, Joey and Alex prepared drinks for everyone while Lee, Carl and Tom worked on getting the pot roast, potatoes, carrots and bread in bowls and a basket and on the table. By that time, the boys were starving and more than ready to sit and eat.
After digging in, Lee looked up and asked, "Max, I do have one question for you but I don't want you to think of me as rude when I do."
"Oh, c'mon, Lee, you know you can ask me anything. And you could never be rude."
"Then tell me, little brother, just where is your body hair?"
I snorted in laughter around the mouthful of roast I'd just started chewing and held up my finger to let her know I would answer in a moment.
"That's a good question, dear," Carl said, "I've been wondering the same thing. I'm glad you saved me from having to ask."
After swallowing my bite of roast, I answered, "The boys and Tom asked the same exact question the first night we went swimming together. Quite obviously, I shave my body."
"Well, DU-U-UH. I knew that part, bonehead. What I want to know is why."
"I simply like the look and feel of it."
"So, it's not a gay thing?" Carl asked.
"All you have to do to answer that question is look at Tom. Does it look like he shaves?"
"Well, no."
"There's your answer then. It's not a gay thing. If you do a search on the net, you'll find all kinds of people shave their bodies. A lot of swimmers and runners do because it supposedly helps reduce water and wind resistance which improves their race times. A lot of models and actors do, also. And I'd venture a guess that most of them are not gay."
"When did you start?" Lee asked.
"After I was out of college and living on my own. Now, I want to ask you a question, sis, since we're on the subject of body hair. Just why do you shave your legs and pits?"
"All women do."
"But why? There must be some reason for it."
"Hm-m-m, now that I think about it, I don't have the answer to that question. It's just something we ladies do."
"In this country, maybe, but there's a lot of European and other countries around the world where women don't. Why do you suppose that is?"
"I haven't the foggiest, Max."
"So, I guess I'm not such an oddity, after all, am I?"
"Dad," Joey interjected, "you're about as odd as they come," he snickered.
"But in a good way," Alex added with a giggle.
"Thanks, boys, I needed that." By the end of that conversation, we'd all had our fill and it was time to start cleaning up. Lee started to move, but I waved her back down and simply said, "Boys." They jumped up from their chairs and started cleaning up the table working as the team they are. Joey an Alex took all the plates, T.J. took glasses a few at a time and Mike and Andy picked up all the silverware. I heard the water at the sink come on as they started rinsing plates and then the rattle of plates, glasses and silver as they were loaded in the dishwasher. I stood and grabbed the meat platter, Lee took the bowl that had held the potatoes while Tom and Carl grabbed the carrot bowl and bread basket. In very little time, everything that could be was loaded in the dishwasher and the pans and crock pot had been cleaned and set in the drainer to dry.
"Wow," Lee exclaimed, "a lady could get used to that. I'm sending Carl to your house this summer for some advanced training, bubba."
"He's welcome any time. You are, too, of course."
"Thanks Max."
"Will we be seeing you Thursday night for the twins' birthday party?" Tom asked.
"Wouldn't miss it," Carl answered. "Now that it sounds like Jim will be there, too, it looks like the whole fam-damily will be there."
"I should warn you now this will be a clothed event since mom, dad, and Carol from the adoption agency will be there. I don't want to freak out the old man."
"What about your parents, Tom?" Lee asked. "Will they be coming up, also?"
"You bet. Hey, we didn't tell you guys the news about them, did we?"
"What news?"
"They asked Max if he'd be willing to sell them a corner of his property so they could build a house and move up here to be closer to their new grandkids. And this sweet guy said yes, so they'll be up here later this year."
"That's great, Tom. Um, but how are you and Max going to deal with the rather relaxed dress code you guys have?" Carl asked.
"Not a problem with them since their old hands at being nudists. I didn't know this until last week, but evidently, they were nudists before I was born. They only started wearing clothes at home when I was about two and grabbed something I shouldn't have."
"Ouch!" Carl exclaimed as he crossed his legs in mock pain.
"Yeah, that's pretty much what dad had to say about it, too."
"Oh, Lee, I almost for to ask," I interrupted, "Is somebody from your office going to be able to join us at the school workshop Wednesday?"
"Darn right, Max. I'll be there along with Shawn, our communications guy. He's got all the info and I'll be there to back him up."
"Wait a sec, I thought you were going to stay at home with Mike and Andy."
"I was, but then Carl volunteered to take that duty, so I decided I join Shawn at the school." Mike and Andy cheered loudly after that announcement.
"Oh, okay, that's great, Carl, Mike and Andy will obviously love having you stay with them. Why don't you all come to my house first and then we can go to the school together? I have to check with Steve tomorrow morning to make sure what time he wants us to show up."
"That'll be perfect, we'll pick up Shawn and come to your house, then."
"Boys, I think it's time we head for the hills. I'd like to relax a bit this evening before we have to go to bed."
"Oh, man, do we have to?" T.J. asked.
"Yes, man, we do. Let's go get dressed." I led my crew to the bedroom where we'd left our clothes earlier, and once everyone was ready to leave, we went to find Lee and Carl to say our goodbyes. Both were still in the kitchen and the boys ran to them, gave hugs and thanked them for supper. Tom and I gave Lee a hug and, since he wouldn't accept hugs from a guy while he was nude, shook Carl's hand, also thanking them for the wonderful afternoon and delicious meal. After loading up in the car, we headed for home and what I hoped would a semi-quiet evening.
We'd barely left the drive when I started hearing giggles from the back seats and I looked in the mirror to see what going on. I discovered all five boys were rapidly removing the clothes they'd just put on. I caught Tom's attention and silently signaled him to take a quick look behind him. When he saw what was happening, he just shook his head and said, "Monsters, I tell ya'."
"Yeah, I know." The boys finally settled back down and returned to the movie in the hopes of finishing it before we got home. Our timing was on the money as I heard the music of the ending credits begin just I turned into our drive. Once the garage door was closed, the boys scrambled out the car, arms loaded with their clothes and they made a mad dash to the house, stopping in their rooms to drop their clothes. Tom and I headed across the house to our room so we also get undressed and once we were comfortable again, returned to the living room.
After I sat in my chair, Andy crawled in my lap, looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Okay, dad, tell me why women don't have a penis." Tom and the other four boys all chuckled a bit but quickly stopped when I gave them a severe look.
"I'll do my best, son. You should know from the past week living here that all boys and men have a penis and testicles, right?"
"Well, yeah. I already knew that, but I never seen a naked girl before. Well, until we were swimming with grandma and grampa."
"Well, girls and women don't have the same parts we do. They have a vagina, uterus and ovaries."
"But why can't we see those parts?"
"Well, they're all up inside a woman's body. That's where a baby grows when a woman is pregnant, inside her uterus, or womb."
"Well, that's just weird."
"I can't argue that with ya', son."
"I really liked her chest. Her boobies were a lot bigger than yours or pops'," he grinned.
I couldn't help but snicker, but corrected him with, "Those are called breasts, Andy, and you're right that a woman's breasts are bigger than a man's. That's because, after a woman has a baby, her breasts produce milk for the baby."
"But how does a baby get milk out of them?"
"There are special glands that produce the milk and, usually, the baby will suck the milk from the nipple, that darker spot in the breast, like that one right there," I said as I point to his own nipple. "Have you ever seen a baby puppy or kitty with its mommy?"
"No, we never had any pets, mommy was `lergic to them."
"Well, maybe someday, we can find someone who has a new litter and we can take you to see them."
"That'd be really cool, dad, thanks."
"No sweat. Any other questions?"
"Yeah, how does a baby get inside the woman's body?"
"That's another discussion for another day when you're just a bit older, okay?"
"Okay," he answered glumly.
"Who's ready for a movie?" I asked before Andy could pose another query I wasn't quite ready for. All seven of us raised a hand so we jumped up, and while Tom and I dealt with getting a movie snack of cookies ready to go, Alex and Joey worked on getting a drink for everyone. With the boys carrying their cookies and drinks, we headed to the theater. "What'll we watch tonight?" I asked.
"More Star Trek, please. We all liked that show and want to see `em all," Alex replied.
"You got it, guys." I cued up the next show and, after taking my seat, got it started. Again, contrary to their normal behavior, the boys were virtually silent as we watched the next two episodes of the series. They must really be enjoying this new show. Well, it was new to them, anyway. At the end of the second show tonight, I could see three of the five were starting to sink lower in their chairs, so I suggested it was time for bed. With minimal protesting, they headed towards the kitchen to deposit their glasses and bowls in the dishwasher before continuing on to their rooms to get ready for bed.
Tom and I soon followed in their footsteps and for a small change of habit, we stopped to tuck in Alex and Joey first. As the twins climbed in bed, we stood by, ready pull of the covers once they were settled. After our nightly ritual of the dreaded kiss on the forehead and a quick `I love you' shared both directions, we turned out their light and made our next stop.
We were somewhat surprised at what we found as we entered the room. Mike was laying on top of Andy and busily rocking his hips, grinding their crotches together. T.J. was right next to them, watching them intently while busily rubbing his own hardness. All three had the glazed expression of intense pleasure etched deeply on their faces and the sounds of joy were escaping their lips. Tom and I waited patiently for them to find their bliss and when that happened, Mike collapsed on top of Andy and we saw T.J. quiver with delight as his orgasm overtook his small body.
"Well, I'm guessing you three are ready for sleep now."
They looked up at us in surprise, not realizing they'd had an audience for their little show.
"Oops, sorry dads" T.J. grinned, "We forgot to close the door, again, didn't we?"
"You sure did," Tom answered.
"Well, we were in a hurry," Mike countered.
"That's all right, boys, but I want to make sure Andy agreed to what happened here."
"Oh, yeah, dad," he answered. "I was really likin' it before you kicked us out of your bed this morning and I wanted to see what I been missing."
"And did you get your answer to that question?"
"You bet," he answered with a huge smile.
"I'm glad, Andy. Just remember, you can change your mind at any time and say no."
"I don't think that's gonna' happen, dad."
"Good. T.J., how's your chest feeling?"
"Better, but still not great. That why I was just laying here takin' care of myself. I can't hold myself up that long without it really hurtin'."
"Well, you apparently know your limits, so you take it easy."
"Yes, doctor daddy," he cracked with a smirk.
"Let's get you guys tucked in," Tom said.
The three curled up together in the middle of the bed, T.J. in the middle again, then Tom and I pulled the covers over them, and we all traded forehead kisses and said, `I love you' to each other. "Sleep tight," I called over my shoulder as we turned out the light and closed the door behind us.
As we headed to our bedroom, I commented, "Well, that wasn't a big surprise."
"What do you mean?" Tom asked.
"You must not have taken a close look at Andy this morning."
"Um, can't really say I did since my hardon was wedged between Mike's legs and Joey was humping me from the back. I was a bit distracted."
"Well, his eyes were glazed over this morning like they just were. I do believe he's going to really start enjoying living here. Especially with T.J. and Mike teaching him new things."
"No doubt about it."
"We better get some sleep, big guy, tomorrow's gonna' be a busy day. John should be here early in the morning to get the bus shelter put up and then come in here and start working on the two rooms. Then we gotta' deal with dad and who knows how long that'll take."
"Why don't we see if we can get him to come out and have supper with my mom and dad?"
"I like the way you think," I answered as we crossed the threshold to our room. Tom immediately spied the neatly wrapped package in the middle of the bed.
"What's that?"
"Oh, just a little something, especially for you."
"You shouldn't have, babe." We sat on the bed so Tom could unwrap the gift, eyes wide with excitement and anticipation. When he discovered the gift was a brand-new alarm clock, the bright eyes suddenly dimmed and he repeated, "Really, you shouldn't have, babe," as he reached over and punched me on the shoulder.
"Remember? You've got early duty this week. Better get that thing set up," I laughed.