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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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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/moments
Since it was Saturday, I was thankful the alarm didn't go off until eight. As I lay in bed, thinking about the day ahead, I began to wonder just exactly what we thought we were doing.
We have five boys of our own, there are sixteen more of the twins' friends from school coming and two more from where they used to live. Shit, that's twenty-three boys from six to nine years old. What the fuck was I thinking? Oh, yeah, I wanted us to be the cool dads, the good dads who gave their kids anything they wanted. And we were setting a hell of precedent for the other boys' birthdays. Oh well, nothing to do now but tough it out.
"C'mon, big guy, time to get our asses in gear. Might well get this day started."
"Do I have to?" he moaned.
"Damn right you do. I ain't dealin' with this by myself. When you signed on with this circus, it was for everything."
"Okay, okay, I'm movin', see?" I looked over and saw he'd stuck a leg and arm out from under the covers and was waving them around.
"I'll be a lot more impressed when your feet hit the floor, bubba."
"Man, you drive a hard bargain. Okay, here goes nothin'." He slowly sat up, swung his legs off the bed and planted his feet on the floor. "Happy now?"
"I'm getting' there." I visited the bathroom to relieve the pressure in my bladder. When I returned to the bedroom, Tom's feet were still on the floor, but his back was flat on the bed. I climbed on top of him, settled my ass on his thighs and wrapped a hand around his morning erection. "Am I gonna have to lead you around all day with this?"
He grinned wickedly and moaned, "Oh, if only that were possible."
I slid off his thighs while retaining my grip on his manhood and prodded, "C'mon, big guy, up and at `em. Oh, wait, you're already up, well, kinda anyway. How `bout rise and shine. Nope, that really doesn't work, either. Oh, wait, let's try this one. Get your ass out of bed or I'm gonna sic my minions on you."
With that, his eyes opened fully and he sat up again. "You wouldn't dare," he argued.
"Don't try me, bubba," I smirked. When he finally stood, I gave him a quick hug and kiss and disappeared to get the boys moving. The twins were my first stop and when I opened the door to their room, I found them both wide awake and enjoying each other quite thoroughly. "Whoops, sorry boys, didn't think you'd be awake. Breakfast in fifteen." I got a response that kinda sounded like `we'll be there', but I wasn't 100% sure since both mouths were occupied when they mumbled their answer. I reclosed the door and trooped on to roust T.J., Mike and Andy. When I opened their door, I found all three still asleep and curled together. I gently shook T.J. and said, "Time to move guys. Breakfast in fifteen. Hit the john and help Andy with his steroid treatment, okay?"
"Yeah, dad, be out in a few."
I returned to the kitchen to get some breakfast going. Tom arrived shortly after I did and between the two us, we couldn't think of anything to do that sounded quick and easy, so we pulled the cereal, bowls and milk out and had it all ready when the boys came in and mounted their stools. The twins showed up a few minutes after the other three with very wide smiles gracing their sweet faces. While the boys dug into their cereal, I asked Tom, "So, who's going to get the cake today, you or me?"
"I'll get the cake," he volunteered, "if you pick up the kids that need to be."
"Sounds like a fair trade-off to me. You got yourself a deal," I agreed. "We'll get busy around here doing some last-minute cleaning for the party. Plus, I need to empty the dishwasher and get the kitchen ready for the caterers to use. I don't want to deal with any of that when the kids' friends arrive."
"What time do you think I should leave? It'll take about an hour to get there and get back home."
"Why don't you scoot out about 9:30? That should get you back here before Jesse and José arrive. Oh, and why don't you swing by the Walgreens on Koke Mill and pick up Andy's prescription. Those samples Dr. Finney gave us won't last very long."
"Works for me, babe. What can I do before I go?"
"I know you hate dealing with laundry, but would you mind checking to make sure we have plenty of clean towels?"
"Consider it done. I'll go ahead and grab the ones from the theater, the study and the bedrooms and toss `em in the washer. Better to have extra than not enough. And it's a good thing you got that big-ass washer. We're gonna need it."
"Good thinking. I know all the other towels should be clean since we haven't used the pool for a week, but it's probably not enough. Thanks." As Tom headed to the theater to retrieve towels, I called the boys to join me. "Okay guys, Jesse and José will be here in a couple of hours. I'd like you to make sure your rooms are picked up and your beds are made. Then when that's done, please grab the vacuum from the laundry room and zip it through all three bedrooms and the bathroom down there, okay?"
"You got it, Dad," Joey replied. He turned to the others and said, "C'mon guys, let's get this done." As four of the five headed down the hall, T.J. came over, climbed up on the counter and sat down.
"And what can I do for you, young man with the long face? Why so glum?" I asked as I placed my hands on the counter on each side of his legs and leaned closer. "You're supposed to be helping Mike and Andy."
"I just wanna make sure you're okay."
"Why wouldn't I be? I'm great," I bluffed.
"Aw, c'mon, Dad, don't lie to me. I know what Joey and Alex know."
"What?? I don't know what you're talking about, T.J."
"Uh, the Mueller's abusing you? That ring any bells?"
"Well, hell, they weren't to say anything to you three about that."
"They didn't have to, and even though they tried to hide it from me, I worked my way around their roadblocks. Not that I really needed to. They don't know I can do that yet. I never knew I could do any of this `til I met them," he confessed. "So, answer my question, are you okay today?"
Faced with no easy retreat from the question, I answered him honestly, "Well, no, I'm not great, but I'm a whole lot better than I was Thursday. Thanks for asking."
"Just so you know, I can see the pictures in your mind, too. That's why I didn't have to work too hard getting it from them. So, I probably know more about what happened to you than they do `cause Joey only caught the one flash of somethin'. But I've seen all of it," he added sadly.
"Oh, T.J., I'm so sorry," I said as I wrapped him in a comforting hug. "I had no idea you could do that and I never meant to burden you with all of that junk. But, you can't just go rifling through people's minds like that. You're invading their privacy and that's not a good thing."
"I know, dad, but sometimes I can't help it. When the emotions are really strong, like yours have been the last two days, it just kinda overflows from your mind and into mine. I wish I knew a way of stopping it, but I haven't learned enough about how to control it yet. I will, though, don't worry."
"I sure hope so, T.J. I could see this gift getting you into big trouble someday."
"Yeah, me too, that's why I'm tryin' to figure out how to control it better."
"Good. I wish I could help you with that, but since I don't understand how you do what you can do, I'm at a complete loss. But, thanks for caring and asking about me. It really means a lot to me to have your support." I leaned in closer and gave him another hug and whispered, "Love you, kiddo."
"Love you too, Dad."
Then he hopped off the counter and headed towards the bedrooms to help the others. Just before he left me alone in the kitchen, I started to say, "And remember, T.J., not ..."
He turned to face me and interrupted, "Don't worry, dad, I won't say anything to Mike or Andy. Believe me, I didn't really want to know all that, and I sure don't want them knowin' `bout it. They'd have nightmares for months. And don't worry, they can't see what I'm thinking, so they won't get it that way either." He started to walk away again, but stopped again and added, "By the way, it's too bad Pops stopped you from killin' that bastard. If there was ever someone who deserves killin', it's him." With that, he turned again and headed off to help his brothers.
I was standing in the kitchen, still dumbfounded, when Tom came back from the laundry room. "What's up, babe, you look a bit lost."
"You are not going to believe the conversation I just had with T.J. Hell, I was in the middle of it and I still don't believe it."
"What, aliens land in the back yard?" he laughed.
"That would be easier to handle, for sure. No, he just told me it's too bad you stopped me from killing Frank."
"WHAT!? How the hell does he know about that? Did Joey and Alex tell him?"
"No, he pulled it from my mind. Well, no, that's not really what he said. He said, it all just overflowed from my mind into his. Now, I'm kinda freaked out."
"Oh, the twins doin' that shit was just fine, but now that T.J. can do same damn thing, suddenly you're freaked out."
"T.J. says he can see a lot more than Joey and Alex. And as a result, he's seen every flash of memory that's gone through my mind the last two days."
"Oh, fuck. That's been some pretty nasty stuff."
"Tell me about it. And now, he's got to deal with all that, too. I'll have a chat him after the party and see if he wants to talk about what he's seen. It's bound to cause problems of some kind. It's sure caused me plenty of problems over the years."
"Damn, how much worse can this get, Max?"
"Oh, please, don't ask questions like that. We probably won't like the answers we get."
"You're right about that. Look, I need to get out of here to get the cake and pick up Andy's prescription. Can you think of anything else I need to pick up while I'm in town? Soda, juice, munchies of any kind?"
"Not at the moment, no. The caterers should be bringing everything like that."
"Okay. If you think of anything, call or text me and I'll take care of it."
"I'll do that. Which car you takin'?"
"Since I'm by myself, the Shelby, of course."
"I shoulda' known, shouldn't I?" Tom laughed all the way down the hall to the bedroom to get dressed. I got busy cleaning the kitchen counters, emptying the dishwasher and generally making sure the kitchen was ready when the caterers arrived.
As Tom came back through to grab his coat, he yelled, "I'll be back as soon as I can!"
"Hey, get your butt back here!" I yelled back.
As he moseyed back into the kitchen, pulling on his coat, he asked, "What? You remember something I need to get?"
"No, but you forgot something, bucko. Where's my damn hug?"
"I didn't forget, I was just grabbin' my coat first."
"Yeah, right, quick thinkin there to come up with that little fib." As we hugged each other, I whispered, "Hurry back, please."
"I will. You'll be fine." With that, we separated and off he went, stopping by the boys' bedrooms to trade hugs with them on his way out of the house. I continued my cleaning in the kitchen and soon heard the whirring of the vacuum from the far end of the house. Good, the boys were doing as I asked, which really wasn't that big of a surprise. I knew they'd do just about anything I asked them to. When I finished in the kitchen, I headed to the living room to straighten up tables and pick up a few loose items.
I looked over the fireplace and realized I hadn't hung the pictures T.J. had given Alex and Joey for their birthday. I took down large Ansel Adams print that I'd bought just after moving into the house and moved it into the study. I then went off in search of the boys' pictures. I found them in the twins' bedroom and, since the boys were all cleaning up in the now empty bedroom, I quietly hung their present in its rightful spot. The new frame was smaller than the print that had been there, but it looked just right. We'd have to add some smaller picture sets to the wall as time passed to help fill in some white space.
As I continued picking up some loose ends, the boys came charging down the hallway. They rounded the corner into the living room, vacuum in tow. "Hey, Dad, you want us to clean the floors out here, too?" Alex asked.
"You sure can, but if you'd like to do it quicker, there's a big dust mop in the laundry room. That's what I usually use in the open areas out here."
"Got it," Joey answered. "Wrap the cord up on this T.J. and I'll grab the mop." Joey hurried down the hall and returned shortly with the dust mop. T.J. wheeled the vacuum back to the laundry room and parked it.
"Okay, Joey, just start over by the front door and go back and forth across the floors in the entry, kitchen, dining room and living room. Then get the hallways. When you've done all that, just push the mop back into the laundry room and we'll clean up all the collected dust later." Joey followed my instructions to a tee, making motor noises and squealing at each change of direction as if going around a corner too fast. The other four sat back and watched, laughing at his antics as he injected some fun into our cleaning. In very short time and with only one wreck to his credit, the floors were all done and the dust mop stashed out of sight. While he was doing that, I had moved the towels Tom had washed into the dryer.
"Okay, guys, I think we're finally ready for your friends to arrive. Thanks for all your help this morning. Why don't we go ahead and get dressed? Jesse and José should be here anytime." The boys headed to their rooms while I headed to mine. Once I was covered enough, with my shorts and t-shirt, to be publicly acceptable, I headed back out to the main part of the house. The drive sensor dinged just as I reached the living room. I walked to the front door to see who was here and found the Shelby making the turn to pull into the garage. I headed down the hall to open the door for Tom since he'd have his hands full with the cake. I didn't want to take a chance on him dropping it trying to get through by himself.
"Welcome back, bubba. Any problems?"
"Nope, and the cake looks great," he answered, then added, "Got Andy's prescription, too," as he came through the door into the house. "Thanks for getting the door, babe."
"No problem. Why don't you put the cake in the pantry? It'll be out of the way in there." I followed along to open the pantry door and once the cake was on an empty shelf, I gave Tom a hug and told him I loved him, again. Damn, I've to get over this insecurity.
"You okay, babe?"
"Yeah, just being needy and greedy. I'll get over it, I promise."
"Well, don't rush yourself. In the meantime, you ready for a party with a bunch of wild animals?"
"Hell, yeah, I ready to have some fun." As I closed the pantry door, the sensor dinged announcing, I assumed, the arrival of Jesse and José. We heard what sounded like thunder rolling as the fantastic five charged down the hallway to be at the front door, Alex and Joey leading the pack. They opened the door before anybody on the other side could ring the bell and welcomed Jesse, José and their parents. The four boys were wrapped together in a four-way hug, jumping and squealing with joy at seeing each other after a month apart.
"Hi, I'm Max Sanders and this is my partner, Tom Wright. I assume you're Karla," I greeted as we walked over and extended our hands in friendship.
"Morning, Max, Tom, nice to meet you," Karla replied. "This is my husband, Rick and the two dancing boys are, of course, Jesse and José." With handshakes all around, she continued, "You sure you're ready for these two? They can get pretty wild."
"They can't be any worse than our own boys, Karla," I laughed. "Although, it appears combining them could be disastrous. I'm sure they'll be fine, though."
"Well, they've both been really concerned about Joey and Alex the last month," Rick offered. "Neither one had said anything about the possibility of being adopted and when they were just suddenly gone, we didn't know what to think. And, unfortunately, since we're not family, the agency in charge of their placement with the Mueller's wouldn't give us any information when we called to ask."
I flinched a bit at the mention of that damn name, but I hoped neither picked up on it. "Yeah, it all happened very quickly. There hasn't been a dull moment around here since then."
"No, I bet not," Karla chuckled. "Life was never dull in the neighborhood with those two around. I kinda miss that."
"Well, now that you know where they've landed, your boys are welcome here any time. We're not that far apart, you know."
"No, we aren't," Rick said. "It'll be good to see smiles on Jesse and José's faces again. Seeing them mope around the house the last month has been a sad sight to see. Well, look, we better get moving if we're going to get our running done. What time should we come pick them up?"
I looked to Tom and asked, "What do you think, around six sound good?"
"Yeah, we'll all be tired by then, I'm sure. I'm sure the boys will want to swim first, then eat, then time for a movie. Yeah, six sounds just about right."
"Great, we'll be back then," Karla said. "Oh, wait, I almost forgot to give you this," she added, handing over a small package.
"What's this?" I asked, taking the package from her.
"Jesse's diabetic. That's his tester, some honey and crackers if he needs a snack, and an insulin pen if he needs it. He's pretty good about knowing when he needs to check himself and he knows how to use the pen."
"Can he have some cake and ice cream with the others? And what about drinks?"
"A small piece of cake and a small dip of ice cream will be okay. He can drink anything that's diet, tea, milk or water but keep him away from juice boxes or pouches. Those things are loaded with sugar and as much as he loves them, they'll wreak havoc on him."
"I'm glad you let us know. We'll keep an eye on him. It's nice to meet you both and we'll see you around six, then."
"Thanks for inviting them," Rick replied. "Boys, come say goodbye." Jesse and José ran over and gave Karla and Rick hugs. "You two be good, you hear me?"
"Yeah, dad, we hear ya'," Jesse answered.
"Good, we'll be back around six to get you, okay? Have fun." With that parting comment, Karla and Rick headed out to their car and took off.
The boys had turned tail and were running for their bedroom when I called out, "Hey, aren't you forgetting something?"
"Oh, yeah," Alex answered as they hit the brakes and turned around. "Dads, this is Jesse and José, J & J, this is our dads, Max Sanders and Tom Wright."
"Nice to meet both of you, now, which is which?"
The two giggled and one said, "Sorry, I'm Jesse and he's José," pointing to his brother.
"How old are you?" Tom asked.
"I'm eight," José answered, "and he's ten."
"Jesse, your mom gave me some things for you. I'm going to put them in the kitchen. If you need them, just let me know, okay?"
"I will, Mr. Sanders, thanks."
With that, all seven turned around and ran to the twins' bedroom to do only the gods knew what. "I wonder where Jesse and José are from," Tom mused as we headed to sit by the fireplace.
"What are you talkin' about? They're from Springfield, ya' bonehead."
"That may true, now, but that ain't where they came from originally. You can't be so blind as to not notice their skin tone and facial features. They're so dark, they look like they spend all their time under the sun. And with their more roundish faces, they sure aren't from around central Illinois. If I had to guess, I'd say probably Mexico or Central America, somewhere."
"Well, now you've piqued my curiosity. Let's find out." I turned towards the hallway and yelled, "JOEY!"
"Don't you dare," Tom hissed as he grabbed my arm.
"Too late, bubba."
Ten seconds later a head popped around the corner and said, "Yeah, dad, what's up?"
"Tom and I were wondering if you knew where your friends are from."
"Oh, sure. They were born in Guatemala, but the Jacksons adopted them when they were babies."
"Thanks, buddy, go have fun." I turned back to Tom and said, "See, that wasn't so bad, was it. And you were absolutely right. Good guess, Sherlock. If I didn't know better, I'd guess you were an investigator of some kind."
"That's embarrassing, Max."
"What? You had a question and I got the answer for you. Remember, the only stupid question is one not asked."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, Dad." That smart comment earned him a smack to back of his head. Glad those stitches were finally gone.
We spent the next hour reading and enjoying the calm before the storm. It was nice to hear the occasional peals of laughter emanating from the twins' bedroom as the seven boys had some fun together and T.J., Mike and Andy got to know Jesse and José better. I was looking forward to seeing more of Jesse and José as I fully intended to have them around more so they could continue their friendship with Joey and Alex. I silently hoped Rick and Karla were agreeable. About 12:30, I told Tom it was time for me to start my pickup rounds. After another hug and kiss, I tapped Alex to go with me since he knew these kids and we were off.
After making a wrong turn and correcting our course, I finally found our first stop. Alex and I hopped out of the car, walked up the sidewalk and climbed the steps to the front porch. Since it was his party, I had him knock on the door. When a man my age answered the door, Alex greeted him with, "Hi Mr. Cole, we're here to pick up Jake, is he ready to go?"
"He sure is," Mr. Cole answered. He turned to the inside of the house and yelled, "Jake! Your ride's here. Get a move on."
While we waited for Jake to appear, I introduced myself. "Good afternoon, Mr. Cole, My name's Max Sanders. I'm Alex and Joey's dad. We're glad Jake could join the party."
"Afternoon, Max, nice to meet you. And my name's Henry. Jake's been waitin' all week for today. I've never seen him so excited about a freakin' party. You really got a covered pool?"
"I sure do and it's going to get a workout this afternoon. Will we need to bring Jake home later, or will you be picking him up?"
"Nah, we'll come get him. I woulda brought Jake out, but we only have one car and my wife is at work. She should be back home in a bit and we can pick him up. What time do ya' think?"
"No problem, Henry. We have five more stops to make for similar reasons. I think we'll try to wrap things up about six, is that all right?"
"That sounds good. We'll see you then."
Jake had appeared at his father's side while we chatted and after a reminder to be good, he and Alex ran to the car. With a wave over my shoulder to Henry, I joined Alex and Jake and we headed to our next stop. After five more similar stops, I had a car loaded with seven boys, Alex, Jake, Zach, Brent, Aaron, Jeff and Sam, all chattering non-stop about the fun they were going to have this afternoon. As I turned in the drive and the guests saw we were disappearing into the trees, they got very quiet. But, when I rounded the corner in the drive and they could finally see the house, there were appreciative oohs and aahs coming from all of them.
"Wow, you really live here, Alex?" Brent asked.
"Yep, pretty neat, huh?"
"For sure, dude," Jake replied. "This place makes my house look like a freakin' dump."
"Wait `til you see the inside," Alex teased.
I parked in the garage and the miniature herd of boys ran into the house, leaving me in their dust. As I entered the house, I could see all seven turning into the twins' bedroom and heard more exclamations of surprise as the new boys saw the bedroom. I found Tom right where I left him, reading a book in the living room.
"Hey, you made it back in one piece," he joked.
"Yeah, what was your first clue? My smiling face or the rumble of the stampede coming down the hall?"
"I'm gonna have to go with that rumble thing," he laughed.
"Well, bubba, I think it's time to put the book away and steel yourself for the afternoon. Anybody else show up yet?"
"Two so far, Kenny and Teddy, I think it was. They disappeared to the twins' room so fast, I'm not really sure."
"Well, that's fifteen or so, the rest should be showing up shortly. Did Brad and his cohort show up yet?"
"Nope, just the two boys."
"Well, I hope he shows up soon. I don't want to have to tell the boys and their friends they can't go swimming. They'd kill us," I joked. `DING!' went the drive sensor. I started towards the front door to greet whoever was arriving, but when I heard the rumble from the hallway, I retreated to my chair out of a sense of self-preservation. After the stampede had passed us by, we joined them at the door. Joey had the door opened and waiting, surrounded by the remaining herd, Tom and I lurking in the background. We were surprised to see three cute blondes stroll inside and be immediately surrounded by the others. A rather dazed looking woman followed in their wake. After the herd disappeared again, I greeted the lone woman.
"Good afternoon, I'm Max Sanders and this is my partner, Tom. We're Joey and Alex's dads."
"Hi, I'm Marcia, and those three that just disappeared with the others are Jason, Mason and Grayson. Nice to meet you two."
"Nice to meet you, also," Tom replied, shaking her hand.
"So, how many kids are you having here this afternoon?" she asked.
"At last count, twenty-three," I answered.
"You two must be utterly bonkers. You'll be lucky to have a house by the time they all go home," Marcia laughed.
Tom and I laughed with her and I responded, "We have reinforcements in the guise of two lifeguards and a catering crew still to arrive. I think we'll be okay."
"Well, I wish you luck. What time should I pick up my trio?"
"Around six, we think," Tom answered.
"I'll be here, see you then." With a toss of her head and a chuckle, she turned, walked back to her car and left.
Just as I closed the door, the drive sensor announced another arrival so we stayed at the door and the rolling earthquake returned from down the hall. This vehicle pulled into the drive and up to the garage, so I assumed it wasn't a guest for the party. "False alarm, boys, not one of your friends." As they returned from whence they came, quieter than I thought possible, I looked out the window to see two beefy, young guys in sweats strutting up the walk and I opened the door before they could ring the bell.
"You Mr. Sanders?" beefcake number one asked.
"I was when I got out of bed this morning. I'm guessing you're Brad from the `Y'."
"That's me," number one said, "and my partner in crime today is Duane," hooking a thumb over his shoulder.
"C'mon in. Any problems finding the place?" I asked as I closed the door.
"Nope. Thanks for telling me `bout that bright red shed at the end of the drive, though, or I woulda zipped right on past ya'."
"Yeah, that's a pretty good landmark. Nice to meet you both. I appreciate you coming out today."
"No problem, Mr. Sanders," Duane answered. "We're always happy to help people have a safe pool party."
"Please, my name's Max and this is my partner, Tom. You mind if we use Brad and Duane?"
"Not at all," Brad replied. All four of us shook hands. "So, where's the pool?"
"Right through the glass doors over there," I answered, waving my hand towards the glass wall on the other side of the living room. "Let us give you a quick tour of the place before we go out there, though." I led the way to the hallway to the garage and added, "The last door on the right is a small bathroom where you can change. The three bedrooms on the left are our boys' rooms. This is the living room, of course, kitchen and dining over there," again pointing the way. "Past that and to the right is the theater and game room, to the left, a study and our bedroom and bathroom. Now that I think about it, you two might want to use our bathroom to change and clean up after you're through today. It's bigger than the other bathrooms in the house and if you don't mind sharing the room, it should do nicely for you."
"That'll be fine with us, Max, thanks. We're used to a locker room atmosphere. Won't bother us at all to share a shower, will it Duane?" Brad responded and received a negative shake of the head and a wily grin. "Now can we see the pool?"
I laughed at his impatience and answered, "Sure, right this way." I led the way through the glass doors, across the patio, unlocked the shelter and let Brad and Duane in, Tom and I following them inside. "Here it is. The shelter's heated to about sixty or sixty-five degrees and the pool's about eighty or so. There's a couple of floats and a hook at the far end if they're needed."
"Looks just great, Max. You want us in the pool or on the sides?"
"Whatever you two think is best, Brad, that's why I hired you." DING! "Crap! Tom, can you meet whoever's here? I'll be there in a minute."
"Sure thing, babe."
As he turned to leave the shelter and answer the door, I returned my attention to Brad and Duane, who had started to remove their sweats when my back was turned. The sight that greeted me was breathtaking. These two hunks were wearing the skimpiest Speedos I'd ever seen and both had the slim, taut build of a serious swimmer. "Well, I'll let you two get set up out here," I sputtered in surprise. "If you need any drinks, food or a bathroom, come on in the house. I have a crew coming in a bit to fix food for the boys and their friends and you're welcome to have some when we're done swimming."
"We'll be fine Max," Brad replied.
"If it's okay with you, we're gonna get a quick swim to loosen up before the party comes out here," Duane added.
"Fine with, me guys. We're still waiting for a few more to show up. Shouldn't be too much longer and we'll be out. Hope you're ready." I turned around to join Tom at the door and heard two splashes behind me as I left the shelter. Oh, this was going to be an interesting afternoon.
When I joined Tom and the rest of the crew at the front door, Tom said, "Ah, there he is. Mr. Campbell, this is my partner, Max."
I extended my hand and started to say, "Hi, there, nice ...,"
"Now, wait just a damn minute, you two are homos?"
"Well, we prefer the word gay," Tom answered, "but homo works, too, I guess. Why, is that a problem?"
"Ain't no way I'm leavin' my son with a couple of fags. Come on, Logan, we're outta here."
"Please, Mr. Campbell, don't speak like that in front of the boys," I requested politely.
"I'll say whatever I goddam want to and there ain't nothin' you can do about it."
One of the boys in the middle of the group complained, "Aw, dad, would you just go home? I'll be fine."
"Besides, Mr. Campbell," Joey interrupted, "you won't be leavin' Logan with a couple of homo fags, you'll be leavin' him with at least six of us, maybe even more" he proudly added.
"What the fuck is going on around here?" he asked, looking rather confused.
"I must ask you to leave. We'll make sure Logan gets home about six."
"He ain't stayin with the likes of you, he's goin' with me."
"No, I'm not, Dad, these are all my friends and I'm stayin'!"
"Get your ass out here, boy. We're leaving, NOW!"
With Logan surrounded by eighteen other boys, they quickly started walking back to the twins' bedroom. "Bye, Dad, see you when they bring me home," Logan yelled as the group made the turn into the hallway.
"Well, we'll see what the cops have to say this. I ain't leavin' without my boy."
"Do what you think you must, Mr. Campbell, but do it outside," I said as I slammed the door in his face. "Assholes like that just piss me off to no end."
"No arguments from me, babe. You think he's really gonna call the cops?"
I looked out the window and saw a red-faced Mr. Campbell angrily pacing the front porch, cell phone glued to his ear, gesticulating wildly with his free hand and mouth moving a mile a minute. "No doubt about it, look," I answered, pointing out the window.
"Just freakin' great. I ain't havin' this prick ruin the boys party. I'm callin' Dylan. If county gets dispatched, I'd rather it was him who dealt with this jerk." DING! "Incoming!" Tom yelled and the herd of now nineteen boys rejoined us at the front door to see who was arriving. Tom then walked to the kitchen to make his phone call away from the ruckus at the door.
When the boys formed ranks, they positioned Logan at the rear of the pack and as soon as I opened the door to admit the incoming guest, Mr. Campbell walked towards me as if to come in. I stood in the middle of the door to block his way and politely said, "No, sir, you're not allowed in the house. You are welcome to wait on the porch for either your son or the police, but you are not coming in. Now step aside and let these others in."
"You're kidnapping my boy, you pervert!"
"No, I'm not. He is free to stay or go and it appears he wants to stay. Now, would you please move out of the way and let these others in? Thank you." As another man with three more boys approached the door, Mr. Campbell turned to the newcomer and yelled, "Don't let your boy in there, Joe, these guys are sickos!"
I waved them inside and closed the door in Mr. Campbell's face, again. I turned to greet the newcomers, extended my hand and said, "Hi, sorry about that. I'm Max Sanders. Welcome to the party."
"Nice to meet ya', Max," the man answered as he shook my offered hand. "I'm Joe Bartley. I'm dropping off Ryan, Pat and Randy. Ryan's mine and Pat and Randy live close to us, so I volunteered to bring them all out. I wasn't sure I was in the right place, what with him screamin' into his phone like an idiot out there." As we continued to chat, the boys headed back to their bedroom.
"Nope, you're in the right place, Joe. He's just a little upset about something."
"Want me to get rid of him for ya'? He lives just down the road from us and I know what an ass he can be."
"Thanks for the offer Joe, but I believe he's already called the police and we'll let them deal with him."
"Mind if I ask what his problem is this time?"
Before I could answer Joe's question, Tom rejoined us and said, "Dylan's on his way, he said ten minutes."
"Joe, I'd like you to meet my partner, Tom." The two quickly shook hands.
"Ah-h-h, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what Charlie's problem is, then. He's a helluva farmer, but with his mindset, he'd probably still be using horses to pull his plows if he could get by with it. Why the hell can't people live in the 21st century?"
"That's a good question, but I've given up on trying to get the answer to it. Thanks for your offer to help with him, but help is already on the way."
"No Sweat, Max. What time should I come back to get the boys?"
"We're hoping everything is wound down by six."
"Perfect, we'll see you then. Good luck with that jackass," he added, pointing towards the porch. Charlie again moved towards the door and Tom promptly closed it on him.
"Goddammit, I want by boy out of there right now!" he yelled through the door.
Tom cracked the door and calmly explained, "The police will be here in less than ten minutes, Mr. Campbell. They'll deal with you when they arrive." As Joe pulled away from the house, we heard another DING! That must be the last guest. Finally, we could get the party underway. I was shocked to see blue and red flashing lights come around the turn in the drive and pull up to the front door. "Hell, he musta been closer than he thought," Tom commented as he cracked the door open.
As the cop climbed out of his car, we could see it wasn't Dylan, but another county deputy. "We're okay, Max, it's my former partner, Derek."
Charlie started yelling as soon the deputy closed his car door. "These perverts got my son in there with whole bunch of other little boys! I want them arrested for kidnapping! I want my damn son back!"
"Good evening, sir. I'm Deputy Timmons, what seems to be the problem here?"
"I just told you what the fuckin' problem is you fuckin' moron! Arrest these faggots now and get my son out here!"
"I'm sorry, sir, but if you don't calm down and quit yelling, I'm not going to be able to help you. Now, would you repeat that, please?"
"I done told you once, already, you idiot. Those faggots got my boy trapped in there and they won't let him go."
"Are you talking about the two gentlemen at the open door?"
"Well, who the fuck else would I be talkin' about? Of course, I'm talkin' `bout them."
"Would you please give me your son's name, sir? I'd like to talk to him."
"It's Logan, now go in there and get him."
Derek turned to us and said with a wink, "Excuse me, sirs, would one of please bring Logan, um, wait just second, please." He turned back to Charlie and said, "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't get your last name. I'd like to make sure we bring the right boy to the door."
"It's Campbell, you fool. Now, get on with it."
Derek turned back to us with a rather wide smile and asked, "Would one of you ask a Mr. Logan Campbell to join me here, please?"
"Be right back, Deputy," I said and headed to the twins' room, leaving Tom to guard the door. When I crossed the threshold into the room, it was absolute bedlam, but there were twenty-two boys jammed into that space, so I guess bedlam should be expected. I'd have to give Bob a serious compliment on the strength of the bedframe. I never thought I'd live to see the frame strong enough to withstand that many kids on it at one time. I gave a loud whistle which immediately got their attention. Once it was quiet, I ask, "Logan, would you come with me please? A policeman at the front door would like to talk to you."
"A cop wants to talk to me? 'Bout what?" he asked nervously.
"Why don't we go find out together?" I asked and held out my hand to hold his and lead the way. As the two of us left the room, we were followed by the remaining twenty-one boys. When we returned to the front door, Tom was securely holding the door, Derek was standing just outside, blocking Charlie's way in, and Logan and I calmly walked up and stopped about a foot from the threshold. The remainder of the boys stayed well behind me.
Derek knelt down to Logan's level and asked, "Are you Logan Campbell?"
"Yes, sir," Logan answered quietly.
"I need to ask you some questions Logan and I need you to tell me the truth, understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"Do you know all these people in the house with you?"
"Well, sure, that there is Ryan, Pat and Randy," he answered, pointing out the three he named. "They live just down the road from me, and there's Jason and Kenny and Sam and all the other guys in my class from school. And those two who look the same, them's Alex and Joey. It's their birthday party we're here for. Those other two darker boys, I don't really know `cause I just met them, but they seem pretty cool."
"Well, it sounds like you got a whole bunch of friends here with you. What about the man holding your hand and the one holding the door? Do you know who they are?"
"Well, duh, does a bear shit in the woods?" Everybody but Charlie broke out in laughter. "This here is Mr. Sanders and the other guy is Mr. Wright. They're Alex and Joey's dads."
"Thank you, Logan. This next question is really important. Did Mr. Wright and Mr. Sanders force you to come to their house this afternoon?"
"Well, what kinda stupid question is that? My daddy brought me here so I could go swimmin' and watch a movie with my friends. And we're gonna have hamburgers and hot dogs and cake and ice cream."
"Your father wants you to leave with him. Do you want to leave, or do you want to stay?"
"Can I ask you a question, mister?"
"Sure, go right ahead."
"If you had your choice of sittin' at home, watchin' paint dry, or goin' to a party with your friends, what would you do?"
"I believe I'd go to the party," Derek answered.
"Well, that's exactly what I'm doin', too. I'm goin' to a damn party. My daddy can just go on home and Mr. Wright or Mr. Sanders will bring me home when the party's over."
Derek stood and looked at Tom and I and then asked, "Mr. Wright, Mr. Sanders, are you holding any of these boys against their will"
"Absolutely not, Deputy. If any of them want to leave with you, they are certainly welcome to do so." I turned to the group assembled behind me and asked, "Do any of you want to leave with the Deputy?" A chorus of `Huh-uhs', `nos' and even a couple of `Hell nos' rang out. "There's your answer, Deputy."
"Well, I apologize for interrupting your party, boys. Please, carry on and have some fun for me." The boys disappeared as if they'd been transported to the Enterprise, herself. "Mr. Sanders, Mr. Wright, I apologize for the problem this afternoon." He turned to Charlie and said, "Mr. Campbell, I believe that now would be a good time for you to go home."
"You're just gonna leave my boy in there with them damn perverts?"
"Sir, your son has requested to stay and I can't see where he's in any imminent danger from anyone at this residence. Based on that, I think it best for you to leave the premises and allow your son to enjoy the party this afternoon."
"I'm gonna talk to your boss Monday, boy and I'm gonna have your badge. You don't deserve to wear that uniform." Another set of flashing lights pulled around the corner and up the circle drive behind Derek's car. This time, Dylan climbed out of the car.
"Well, Mr. Campbell, looks like we just saved you a call, here's my boss right here. Why don't you go over and voice your displeasure with my decision directly to him?"
"I'll do that. Don't you go nowhere, you goddamn faggot lover." With that, he turned and stalked over to where Dylan was crossing the yard.
As the two began a very animated discussion, Derek turned to Tom and asked, "How the hell you been, partner?" while wrapping him in a big hug. "You don't call, you don't write, I never hear from you unless you need somethin'," he added with a laugh.
"I couldn't be any better, Derek, if I was king of the world," Tom answered. "Old partner, meet my new partner, Max Sanders. This is the guy who stole my heart away from you."
"Nice to meet you, Max," Derek replied, giving me a hug, also. "You found yourself a hell of a good man, here. If I weren't straight, married and had three kids, I'd think about takin' a shot at him myself." All three of us chuckled at that.
"I sure wouldn't blame you, Derek. Thanks for comin' out today. I thought we were gonna have a real problem with him."
"Jerks like that just need to pull on their big girl panties and grow the fuck up. I'm just glad I was close by. I figured Sarge would come out, but when dispatch told me it was Tom callin', I high-tailed over here. How's your head doin' there, bubba?"
"Great, finally got the stitches out yesterday," Tom answered as he turned his head so Derek could see it better.
"Well, I was a little worried when I first heard you got hit, but then I knew nothin' could penetrate that thick skull of yours. Sorry for not comin' out to see you before now, but Sarge has really screwed with the schedules covering for your sorry ass."
"Sorry, man, but I got more important things to live for than I used to."
"Damn right, you do. And don't be sorry, Tom, be happy. We're all happy for ya', man. But I gotta tell ya' something."
"What's that?"
"Five years, man, five long years, cooped up in that damn car together and you never once said nothin' about bein' gay. What the hell, Tom, didn't you trust me? That hurt, man."
"I'm really sorry about that, Derek, but I didn't trust anybody with that news. You know what it's like for a cop to be out of the closet. It's hell, and I knew it. I wasn't gonna put up with anyone's shit about it. I didn't want you to deal with any of that, either. Besides, I trusted you with my life and that's way more important than me bein' gay, don't ya' think?"
"Well, yeah, you got a point there. No worries, Tom, I'm over it now, but when Sarge first told me you was quittin the job and why, I damn near fell outta my chair. I've never been more surprised in my life. Well, except for when we found out Suzy was pregnant the first time. Six months before the damn wedding. Now, that was a real shocker. Her old man nearly killed me," Derek laughed.
"Well, you've survived two big shocks, now, Derek," I commented. "Hope you don't have another one anytime soon."
"You and me, both, Max."
I noticed Charlie staking across the yard, then get in his car and leave. Dylan came up to join us on the porch. "Afternoon, Max, Tom, Derek. How y'all doin'?"
"Better now, Dylan, thanks for dealing with him," I answered.
"He shouldn't cause you any more trouble today, but I'm going to have Derek stay close to the area this afternoon. If he comes back, call Derek directly and he'll be back. Give `em your number, Derek." He did and I added it to my phone. "And, when it's time for Logan to go home, call Derek and I'll have him take care of it. I don't want you to have any more contact with Mr. Campbell if possible. Derek, when you take the boy home, hang around outside for a minute or two and make sure that bastard doesn't pull any shit on his son. If he does, arrest him. I'll back you on it."
"You got it, Sarge." He turned to Tom and me and added, "Well, I'll get out of here, but if you need me back, just call. I won't more than ten minutes away at any time. Hope you still have a good party." He started to walk to his car, then stopped short, turned around and added with a laugh, "Tom, if I'm not invited to your wedding, I'm gonna haunt you `til the end of time."
"Don't worry about the wedding, you'll be here, I promise." With a wave over his shoulder, Derek got in his car and took off.
"You guys okay, now?" Dylan asked.
"I was always fine, Dylan," I answered. "It was Mr. Campbell who called first. That's when Tom called you."
"No worries, you two. Protect and Serve. But let me tell you, watch out for that guy. I can see him causin' y'all some problems."
"We've dealt with worse, Dylan. We can handle him," Tom replied.
"Before I go Max, I got one more thing for you. I finally received the report from Dr. Kirkland this morning. I wasn't gonna say anything about it until Monday, but since I'm here, I'd like to arrange a time to do an interview with you. When would be a good time?"
"The sooner, the better. Monday morning works for me if it works for you. I just as soon do it when the boys aren't around."
"I figured as much. How about I come out about 9:30 or 10:00 Monday morning? That should give us plenty of time."
"That should be fine. I'll see you then. And thanks, again, for coming out today."
As Dylan climbed in his car to leave, another one made the turn to pull up to the house. As Dylan pulled away, the new arrival stopped in the space he'd vacated. A very harried-looking woman and boy got out of the car and ran up to the porch.
"Oh, my god, I'm sorry we're so late. I got lost out here and couldn't find you. Damn navigation system, anyway."
"No problems. I'm Max Sanders and this is my partner Tom Wright. Who do we have here?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm Darla Jackson and this is my son Jesse"
"Excuse me?" I asked. "We already have a Jesse Jackson here," I laughed.
"Well, I'll just have to make sure I get the right boy when I come back later, won't I?" she chuckled.
"I'm pretty sure that won't be a problem, Darla."
"What time should I come back?"
"Around six should be good. That okay?"
"I'll be here, thanks." She turned to Jesse and added, "You have a good time, Jesse, and try to make some new friends, okay? You need to get out more."
"Yes, mother," he answered, rolling his eyes.
"Good, see later, baby. Love you."
"Love you too, mom," he muttered with an eye roll so severe I thought they'd never return. When she was out of earshot, he added, "God, she's embarrassing sometimes."
I placed a hand on Jesse's shoulder and the three of us stepped into the house. After closing the door, I told Jesse, "The boys are all in Joey and Alex's room. Just go to that hall over there and their room is the first on the left. I'm sure you'll be able to hear them just fine once you're closer. Let `em all know it's time to get changed and go swimming, okay."
"Thanks, Mr. Sanders, we'll be ready." With that, he took off to join the others, peeling his shirt over his head on the way.
Tom and I retreated to our room to change into swim shorts. While Brad and Duane may be comfortable wearing their skimpy Speedos, I wasn't taking a chance of my body betraying me around twenty-three cute, young and barely dressed young lads. "You know one thing we forgot to get for today?" I asked as I pulled my shorts up and started tying the string.
"What's that?" Tom asked. "It's not too late. I could run out and get whatever it is," he added with an evil smirk.
"Earplugs. We'll be deaf by the time we're done swimming. And you're not going anywhere but to the pool with me. Nice try, though," I laughed.
He snapped his fingers and muttered, "Damn, that close."
"Let's go, big guy. Time to face the music." I led the way to the living room and found the boys filtering in from the other end of the house and lining up at the glass doors to the outside. Once all twenty-three were ready for the mad dash to the pool shelter through the March chill, I announced, "Okay, listen up, all of you." When they quieted down, I continued. "I have two lifeguards from the `Y' here to help supervise this afternoon, along with Tom and myself. If any of us ask you to do something like get out of the pool, calm down, whatever, we expect you to do just that. The most important rule you have to follow this afternoon is no running around the pool. The surface can be slick and I don't want anybody getting hurt. Everybody understand?" With nods of acceptance from all the boys, I added, "Good, now let's go have some fun," then opened the door.
They ran like demons to get inside the shelter, but once inside, they heeded my warning about running, dropped their towels on the tables, chairs and loungers and walked to the pool, where they jumped in. Brad and Duane were ready for us and standing on each side of the pool. They were being very attentive to the boys so Tom and I joined them in the pool.
Andy and Mike quickly latched onto me while T.J. and José took control of Tom. Alex and Joey were a little closer to the deeper end with some of the other boys, but everybody was having a good time and the noise soon reached the level normally not heard outside of an airport. Shortly, Tom and I started flipping boys out of the water into the middle of the pool, being careful to not throw one in the same direction as another. Once we started that, they formed in lines behind us so they could each get a turn, or more accurately, turns.
Everything was going smoothly through the first round until it was Teddy's turn. I cupped my hands under the water and he carefully stood in them, putting his hands on my shoulders to steady himself. I bent low in the water to be able lift him as high as possible and, as I stood up in a rush, lifting my arms to attain maximum flippage, his shorts slid down his legs to his ankles. I caught the briefest flash of shrunken penis and scrotum as they flew by, just inches from my nose. As Teddy's feet left my hands and he began his flip, the shorts flew completely off his feet in one direction as Teddy soared in another. I thought the laughter from all the other boys was going to shatter the glass that was dutifully keeping out the cold.
Poor naked Teddy surfaced slowly and searched frantically for his shorts. I swam ten feet away and retrieved them for the embarrassed young lad, then swam fifteen feet back to return them to him. I held the shorts under the water, and while Teddy held onto my shoulders again, he lifted his feet up and managed to get them slipped back inside the shorts. He slowly lowered himself back down into the water and his shorts as I held them. At one point in his maneuvering, he twisted sideways a little, forcing his genitals across the back of my hand.
"Whoops, sorry, Teddy," I apologized immediately for the accidental contact.
"Don't worry, Mr. Sanders. It ain't no big deal, believe me. I probably got the smallest dick here. Besides, I hate these damn shorts, I can't never keep `em on. I guess my ass is just too skinny," he grinned.
"Nothing to worry about, young man. Your time will come," I replied, towing him back to shallower water.
"Can't be too soon for me."
With that, he returned to the end of the line while I took my position to continue flipping boys who'd patiently awaited my return. Tom and I carried on, tossing laughing boys all around the pool until I found Teddy was next on the hit list again. I looked at him and asked, "You sure `bout this?"
"Eh, what's the worst that could happen?" he laughed.
"Okay, buddy, you asked for it." I assumed my launch position and Teddy did the same. Just as happened before, as soon as his body left the water, he lost his shorts again amid much hilarity. He had so much flip action going this time, they flew all the way to the concrete apron. Brad grabbed them and tossed them back to me, large smile cutting across his face. When Teddy drew close enough, he grabbed my shoulders and repeated the process to get back into his shorts. As he slid down into them this time, his twist was more deliberate and he intentionally slid his genitals across the back of my hand again. In a surprising move, he actually lifted himself up a bit before slowly sliding all the way down. I also noticed that he seemed to be considerably more extended and firm this time around.
I, again, towed him back to shallower water, but this time he'd wrapped his legs around my waist and I could definitely feel his hard, little rod sliding up and down my back with each step.
When we reached the line again, he slid off my back and murmured, "Thanks, Mr. Sanders," then moved to the end of the line.
I resumed my duty and the next boy in line was Jake. "You ready, Jake?" I asked.
"You bet, this is fun."
"Maybe for you flippees," I commented, "but not so much for us flippers. I think this is gonna have to be the last round. My shoulders are about to give out." We assumed our positions and as soon as Jake's body left the water, off came his trunks. What the hell is going on here? I retrieved his trunks and found the string had been untied. Realizing he had planned to lose his trunks, I tossed them back to him.
"You're not gonna help me get back into `em?" he asked innocently.
After my most recent experience with Teddy, I chickened out and said, "I think you can handle it yourself."
"Bah, who needs `em, anyway?" he asked as he tossed them to the concrete and swam away.
I quickly looked over to Tom to see what he thought of this development and discovered the boy he'd just tossed, Randy, had also lost his trunks mid-flip. Tom looked back at me in surprise and just shrugged his shoulders. The remaining twenty-one boys finally gave up all pretense as swimsuits and shorts started flying in all directions. I nodded my head towards the stairs into the pool and Tom and I beat a hasty exit from the water to take a seat on the sidelines of this now nude swim party.
"What the hell just happened?" I asked as we dried ourselves.
"I'm not sure, but I ain't gonna argue with it. I'm just gonna sit back and enjoy the view."
"I think we were set up. I bet those little stinkers Joey and Alex planned this from the very beginning."
"Wouldn't surprise me a bit, babe. You've seen all the whispering and giggling they been doin' the last couple weeks. And you know they hate wearing clothes, especially when we're swimming. I can't believe you're actually surprised."
"I guess I shouldn't be, should I?" Duane and Brad were still walking around and around the pool, watching the boys intently for any sign of trouble. On one of the rounds, I waved Brad over and asked, "You two doin' okay."
"Yep, were great, Max. We haven't had a pool party like this since last summer."
"What!? You've seen this happen before?" Tom asked.
"All the time, man. Boys don't give a rat's behind about who sees `em naked. Especially this age group. There's usually a few who are too embarrassed to lose their shorts, but that doesn't seem to be a problem with this group. Give `em a few years, though. Once their bodies start changing, that's when they tend to get a bit more reserved."
"Well, this is our first party and I just didn't expect it to go quite this way."
"Sorry, man, I shoulda warned ya' it would probably turn into a free-for-all. I just figured you already knew."
"No sweat, Brad, it is what it is." He then strolled off to continue his rounds.
For the next hour, Tom and I sat by the table and just enjoyed watching the boys swimming, playing and having fun, all seemingly at complete ease with being nude together. Aaron, Jason and Ryan came over and begged us to rejoin them, but we politely declined, feigning sore backs and shoulders. Close to the end of the hour, I noticed Alex, Joey and Brent hanging on to the side of the pool at a corner in deep end. Their bodies were pretty close together and you could see the one hand each had in the water was rhythmically moving back and forth. There wasn't a doubt in my mind what those three were doing. I elbowed Tom to get his attention and directed his eyes to the trio. His eyes widened in shock at the brazen action in which they were engaged.
"Oh, please," I started, "don't tell me you're surprised at that," I said, looking at Tom.
"Well, not with Joey and Alex, no. They do that shit every time we swim. But adding Brent to the action is a bit of an unexpected twist."
"You heard what Alex said in the car yesterday about Brent, seems as though their trying to verify his observation, don't you think."
"Um, I'm think they're way past that, now. Look again."
I looked back to the corner and saw all three had closed their eyes and their underwater hand movements were now creating quite a surface disturbance. I choked back my surprise at the sudden change of activity and quietly commented, "I think it's time we ended the pool part of this party. The last thing I want to see happening today is a twenty-three-way circle jerk."
"Oh, I don't know. I bet that'd be hotter than hell."
"Yeah, and end up in prison with the Mueller's? No, I don't think so, bubba. Besides, we got witnesses, remember?"
"Killjoy." Tom stood and let loose the loudest whistle I'd ever heard. After everybody had turned his way, he yelled, "All right guys, our lunch should be arriving soon. Let's find your shorts, and hit the showers. You can probably fit three or four of you in one shower and there are three showers in the boys' side of the house, so you should be able to move through them pretty quickly. Alex, Joey, lead everyone to the laundry room and drop your shorts in there on the way to the shower so we can run them through the dryer. Let's move!"
The boys all started wading towards the steps out of the pool and, after climbing out, found a towel to dry off a bit before running back to the house. None of them displayed a bit of self-consciousness at being naked even though about half of them had developed erections and there was fair amount of grab-ass going on. Which was all fine with me as I was rather enjoying the show. The wide variety of tasty morsels displayed on the smorgasbord menu was mouth-watering. One thing I did notice was that Alex's comment about Brent was completely accurate. While Joey and Alex were no slouches in length for their age, Brent easily surpassed them. I could only imagine the size Brent's endowment would attain when fully stimulated. So as not to be caught staring at any one particular boy, my mind was busily snapping pictures of each and every one of them.
As they began the short trek to the house and their showers, Alex turned and asked, "Hey, dads, do we have to get dressed after our showers?"
"Yes, you do," Tom answered.
"But why?" Joey complained. "We been naked the last hour. Why cover up now?"
"Because we don't want to scare off the caterers, so shorts, at least, for everybody," I answered.
"Awright," he grumped, then led the way to the house.
Brad and Duane grabbed their things and joined Tom and me. Brad commented, "Well, it looks like we're done for the day. Is that offer of using your shower still open?"
"You bet, guys. Once you're inside, go past the kitchen and down the hall. Our bedroom is through the double door on the right."
"Thanks, Max. We won't be long. C'mon, Duane."
After they'd left, I looked to Tom and said, "Well that was fun."
"I think the boys enjoyed themselves. I know I did. That was the most fantastic display of boy candy I've seen in a long time."
"Yeah? When was the last time you came anywhere close to that?"
"About a year ago at the `Y'. Some family was having a similar party there and I'll tell you what, while they don't allow nude swimming anymore, the locker room as they got ready to leave was something else. Those boys were having almost as much fun as these guys were today."
"We shoulda known Alex and Joey had something up their sleeves. I just hope none of them tell their parents about what happened."
"You think any of them would do that? I can't imagine a single one of them going back home and sayin', `Hey, ma, guess what we did this afternoon? We all got naked and it was a blast. And that one kid, Brent, his dick is super long.' No, I just don't see that being a problem, babe," Tom laughed.
"Yeah, laugh it up fuzzball. I sure as hell hope they keep it to themselves." DING! "Sounds like the food has arrived. Better get inside and get them going. The boys are probably starving by now."
"I sure am, it's way past my lunch time," Tom laughed again. We grabbed our towels and headed into the house. As we crossed the living room, Tom added, "Why don't you get them started and I'll head to the bedroom to get changed."
"You got it." We separated and I opened the door to let the caterers in just as the first group of boys was coming down the hall. Fortunately, they were all wearing at least a pair of shorts, though several were still shirtless. "Why don't you guys all gather around the fireplace while I deal with the caterers? I'll let them in and get them going, then light a fire for y'all." I opened the front door to greet them and found a crew of six people, arms loaded with everything needed to feed what looked like an army. "Hi there, I'm Max, come on in."
"Thank you, Mr. Sanders. Where's the kitchen?" the apparent leader asked as she stepped through the door.
"Well, so much for small talk. You don't waste time, do you?"
"Sorry, sir, we're later than we planned to be. My name's Justine and this is my help for the afternoon. Now, where's that kitchen?" she laughed.
"Right this way." I led the way and added, "Everything should be ready for you. Help yourselves to anything you need. If you can't find something, just ask."
"Thanks, we will, Mr. Sanders. We should have food coming off the grill in about twenty minutes. Now, skedaddle and let us get busy."
"Yes, ma'am. You don't have to tell me twice." I hustled myself out of the kitchen and walked across the living room to light the fire I'd promised the boys. As I was placing logs in the fireplace, I asked, "So, you guys having fun today?"
"You bet, Mr. Sanders," Mason answered. "We never been swimming naked before and that was lots of fun."
"Well, that wasn't supposed to happen, Mason, but I'm glad you all enjoyed it."
"And don't worry, Mr. Sanders," Grayson began, "we all know not to say nothin' to our `rents."
"Yeah, Joey and Alex told us to keep that part to ourselves," Jason concluded.
"I'm glad of that, I guess." I got the kindling in the fireplace lit and added, "Well, I better go get changed. We'll be ready to eat shortly, okay?"
"We're not goin' nowhere," Kenny replied, "We're all starvin'."
Typical growing boys, always hungry. "Well, food should be ready in about twenty minutes, guys. Think you'll survive that long?"
"We'll try, Mr. Sanders," Pat groaned pitifully.
I headed to the bedroom and met Tom in the hallway. "Well, don't you look all clean and pretty?" I asked as I gave him a hug.
"Clean, for sure, but pretty? I guess that depends on your point of view."
"You are from mine and that's the only one that matters. Brad and Duane still in the shower?"
"Uh, yeah. Don't go in there unless you have to, though."
"Why?"
"I started to, but changed my mind after I opened the door. They're a bit busy, if you get my drift. I think they rather enjoyed the last couple hours."
"Thanks for the warning, I'll steer clear." I continued on my way, running the towel over my head to dry my hair as much as possible. After closing the bedroom door, I untied the string holding my shorts up and peeled the cold, wet, nasty things off my legs. Whatever prude who came up with the idea of wearing anything while swimming needs to be shot. I grabbed my towel again and dried the rest of my body. As I was doing that, the bathroom door opened and Brad and Duane stepped out, still naked, and drying their hair after their shower.
"Whoops, sorry, Max, didn't know you were in here. It got a little steamy in there." Both men had dropped their towels to their waists to cover their still semi-erect cocks. Damn, they both had nice pieces of meat and the rest of their bodies were pretty sweet, too.
"That's what Tom told me. I'm guessing you two enjoyed yourselves this afternoon," I commented while pulling on a clean pair of shorts and shirt. Both men turned bright pink with embarrassment at having been caught.
"Uh, yeah, I guess so," Duane muttered.
"Well, you're secret's safe with us, guys. And I'm sure you'll have the chance to come back for more pool parties, but I do have one request."
"What's that, Max?" Brad asked.
"Please don't fuck each other in the shower right afterward. I don't want to take the chance of one of the boys coming in here for some reason to find that going on. Understood?"
"Sure thing, Max. Sorry `bout that."
"'Nuff said. Oh, and you don't have to cover yourselves, either. We all know what a dick looks like around here. When you're decent again, come across the hall to the study and I'll pay you." I crossed the hallway myself and sat behind the desk, pulling cash from the drawer. A few minutes later, Brad and Duane let themselves in. Both were still a bit pink and they had a sheepish look on their faces. "Have a seat, boys." After both had done so, I continued, "Okay, we agreed to fifty bucks and hour each for two to three hours, right, Brad?"
"Yes sir."
"So, the two of you were here and on duty for about two and half hours, let's round that up to three, so I make that to be $300.00. Here's $500.00 for you, split the extra however you want."
"Thanks, Mr. Sanders," Duane enthused. "You don't have to do that."
"I know, but you've earned it. I'll let you know when the next party will happen a couple weeks beforehand. Sound good to you?"
"Sounds, great, Max," Brad answered. "We'll look forward to it."
"Good. And remember, I'm serious about the screwing around afterward. Like I keep having to remind our sons, there's a time and place for everything and our shower ain't it. Not for the two of you, anyway."
"Yes, sir," they agreed.
"Good, thanks for helping us out today, both of you. You'll be hearing from me again, I promise." We all shook hands and left the study. I led them towards the front door and as we got close, all the boys ran over to say thanks and share some hugs with the guys. Once the twenty assembled had returned to the living room to wait for lunch, I opened the door and said, "You guys enjoy the rest of your afternoon."
"We will, thanks. Good luck with the rest of the party, Max," Brad replied, then they turned and headed down the walk to their car.
As I joined the group impatiently waiting for lunch, I asked Tom, "Who are we missing?"
"Alex, Joey and Brent. They're still in the shower since they waited for everyone else to get through first."
"Ah, okay. I'm going to get all the shorts and swimsuits tossed in the dryer, then I'll check on them when I come back. Lunch should be ready soon." I headed down the hall and turned into the laundry room to find a pile of sodden clothes on the floor. I wrung out the excess water from each pair of shorts into the sink, then tossed them all into the dryer. Setting the temp on high, I headed back towards the living room, making a quick stop in the twins' room to see what was taking these three so long. What I found when I opened the bathroom door took my breath away and made the old heart skip a few beats.
Joey, Alex and Brent were lying on the floor of the shower, water spraying their fine bodies and each one had his lips wrapped around another's cock. My own cock got immediately hard and I had to make a quick adjustment for fear it would snap in half. I stepped to the glass door and rapped on it sharply. All three opened their eyes and when they saw who had knocked, Joey and Alex started laughing while poor Brent almost caused himself considerable injury trying to cover his crotch as quickly as possible.
"C'mon guys, we've got a party goin' on out here. You're party, as a matter of fact."
"Sorry, dad, we got a little carried away," Joey answered as he stood up and turned off the water.
Alex pushed the shower door open and asked, "Would you please hand us our towels, Dad?" The twins stood there, erections proudly on display while Brent was still hiding his behind his hands.
"Guys, your dicks are still hard," Brent whispered.
"Yeah, so what?" Alex asked.
"But your dad's right there," he hissed.
"Brent, get over it. He knows what a hard dick looks like, especially ours" Joey deadpanned. "Besides, you think he ain't hard right now after seeing what we was just doin' in here?" Brent looked back to me and, after a quick glance below my waist, realized Joey knew what he was talking about, then he turned back to look at Joey. "He and pops always get hard when they see us screwing around. And they're usually naked when it happens, so there's no mysteries around here."
Brent looked back to me again and I nodded my head. He slowly extended one hand towards me to grab the towel I was holding for him and lowered his other, fully exposing his uncut hardness to me for the first time and the question that formed in my mind as he exited pool was answered. I thought the twins were perfect from the very first time I'd seen them this way, but Brent was a stunner. His hard cock looked to be about four inches long and an inch in diameter while the twins were about three inches long and three-fourths of an inch. I stood and watched as all three dried themselves, my cock aching to be released from confinement. Little did I know that wish was about to come true.
As the three stepped out of the shower to finish drying, their hard peckers bounced lightly. Joey and Alex came over to me, gave me a hug, and Alex whispered in my ear, "Go on, Dad, let him see it. He's been waiting all afternoon."
"I can't do that, son. It wouldn't be right," I muttered dully.
"Well, can we show it to him?" Joey asked. "He really wants to see a what a grownup's dick looks like." I was numb with shock at the request and since I didn't answer immediately, the twins took it upon themselves to make it happen. They each grabbed the waistband of my shorts and briefs, pulled them straight out and slowly lowered them below my scrotum, where they tucked them in, leaving me completely exposed. Joey wrapped a hand around me while Alex gently cupped my sack. "C'mere, Brent." Brent stepped closer, wide-eyed. When he was only a foot away, Joey added, "Go ahead, grab it, it won't bite. It might spew, but it definitely won't bite."
As the third hand wrapped itself around my shaft, I nearly passed out. These three hot young lads had me completely under their control. I stood there lost in the feelings of now six hands caressing my manhood and balls as they'd dropped their towels on the floor. After spending the better part of the last two hours in a near constant state of arousal, it didn't take long before they managed to coax the come from me. Brent, who was standing directly in front me, took two shots to the face while the next four hit him lower in the chest and belly and the last one landed directly on his dick.
"Ohmigod, that was fucking awesome!" Brent exclaimed. "I never seen a dude come before."
"Hey, Dad," Joey started, "Alex and I will clean up his face and chest. Why don't you clean off his dick for us?" Still dazed at what was happening, I slowly knelt in front of Brent and took his stiff, sweet boycock into my mouth, tasting my own come for the first time. I made love to that tender piece of meat with my mouth for several minutes, wrapping my tongue around the shaft and grabbing Brent's ass with my hands to make sure I was getting the whole thing in my mouth every time I buried my nose in his hairless pubic mound.
As my hands continued to caress his globes, my fingers searched for and found his tight pucker. As I slipped a finger inside him, Brent groaned appreciatively at the invasion. I could see out of the corners of my eyes, Joey and Alex stood on each side of us, furiously jerking their own cocks. As my finger probed ever deeper into the warm confines of Brent's tight ass, I found his undeveloped prostate and began to rub it. I was soon rewarded for my efforts as the boy lost all control over his body and his cock started twitching violently in my mouth as his orgasm took him. If it hadn't been for my hands holding onto his ass, he would have collapsed as his knees buckled.
When I finally released the prize from my mouth, Brent sighed, "Mr. Sanders, Joey and Alex are good, but you know how to suck a dick. That was the most mind-blowing thing I've ever felt. I'll return the favor someday."
I stood slowly and mumbled, "Hurry up guys, the food is about ready." I then turned and started to leave the bathroom, still a bit dazed about what just occured.
"Uh, Dad, I think you're forgetting something," Alex said to my back.
I turned back around to face the boys and asked, "What?"
Alex stepped over to me, grabbed the waistband of my shorts and briefs that were still tucked under my balls, then lifted them up and over my wilted cock. After gently arranging things inside my briefs, he patted me on the ass, and said, "There ya' go, all tucked away, nice and neat. Nobody'll ever know you just got off."
"Thanks, buddy." I turned again and left the twins and Brent alone to get dressed.
When I wandered into the living room, Tom asked, "'Bout time you came back. Where's the other three?"
"They'll be out in another minute. Is the food ready to go?"
"Justine just told me two more minutes."
"Good, I'm famished."
Quick Note: Before you start writing to tell me that a cop would never allow a nine-year-old to make his own decision and override his father, as happened in this chapter with Logan and his dad, I'm well aware of that. But, since this is obviously a fictional tale, some rules can be bent beyond the breaking point to further the plot and that's one I chose to break. Thanks for understanding and accepting this minor twist. (along with all the other twists and turns I've thrown at you 😉).