From: SugarDad - The Sweetest Dad in San Diego Subject: My Boys - Chapter 5 Date: Sat, 14 Dec 1996 23:24:09 -0800 My Boys - Chapter 5 by SugarDad - San Diego Work became more interesting following the evening spent with Cary. I began to see his playful side as he negotiated and executed harmless practical jokes around the restaurant - usually where I was victim. He was careful not to reveal my gayness to anyone and keep that personal part of my life secret. And he avoided doing or saying anything that would appear that he benefited from any favoritism or could manipulate me. Frequently, Cary would volunteer to stay and do closing chores and would hold back, allowing the other employee to finish first, and leave, and would then find some excuse or pretext for coming to my office or getting me to the all-purpose room or the rear banquet facility, all of which were windowless. Then Cary would begin to tease me, sometimes with a slow striptease, other times by just dropping his pants around his ankles. It depended on the extent of his 'need' as to how rushed the preliminaries were. Of course, it was always understood that Cary was straight, or at least as straight as any teenaged boy is as he approaches manhood with the overpowering influences of hormones. No reciprocation was ever requested or expected or offered. I was perfectly contented with the nature of our relationship. Cary had become a close friend and we confided many of our deepest secrets to each other. The biggest surprise was Cary's revelation that he had pegged me as gay that first day from the way I had stared at him and had decided right then and there that he'd get me to blow him within two months. He succeeded ahead of schedule. The other surprising revelation was that most of his friends were guys, the majority of whom he either knew or assumed to be gay. The reason was simple. He liked sex. He didn't want to worry about getting a girl pregnant. And, he wasn't ready to give up any freedom to the demands, manipulations, hysterics or tantrums of a girlfriend. I had doubts about the possibilities of marriage in his future and even some vague doubts as to the length of time he might remain heterosexual. Probably the biggest bombshell was the night, in the banquet room, after an exhausting day that had seen more customers than I could ever before recall, while Cary was trying to tease my exhausted body to respond by slowing peeling off his shirt, when he revealed a special secret. "C'mon over here and feel me up and I'll tell you a secret." "I haven't the strength to feel you up, let alone walk over there." "It's a really good secret." "If the secret was to tell me that David Cassidy had called to say he was in love with me I still wouldn't have the energy to get up." "What about 'it'?" "What 'it'?" "You said 'you' can't get up. Can you get 'it' up?" "Oh, believe me. 'It' is already up and has been for the past fifteen minutes since you lured me into the banquet room." "Then there's hope for you yet." Cary unzipped and pushed the front of his black slacks down to reveal a turgid shape in his white briefs. "I'm up, too. And I need you to help me." It was so tempting but the exhaustion I was feeling was total, physically and mentally. I didn't think anything could energize me. "What if I were to tell you I was ready for the next step?" The words barely made it through the mental haze and what registered was indecipherable. I'm sure Cary must have been astounded (maybe insulted) by my lack of response. "What step?" "THE step!" "What?" "I want to mess around with YOU!" "You want to....mess around?" Then the lights went on. "WHAT??!!" Cary was almost giggling at the response he had finally gotten from me. "Nothing major, understand. But this time I want you to be naked to so I can feel your dick while you're sucking me off. Y'know. Just to see what it's like. What another guys dick feels like." "You mean you've never touched another guy?" "Nope. Never. But I'm kinda curious." The energy I didn't have was suddenly there and I was on my feet moving toward Cary. Impulsively I grabbed him and hugged him and was just about to kiss him when I regained my senses and noted the almost nervous look on his face. "Sorry. I guess I got carried away." "Yea, well. So, now you've got the energy to suck me, right?" "You were just teasing right? You didn't really mean that." "Sure I did." As proof I felt Cary's palm press against the front of my pants and his nimble fingers stroking and working up and down my upright column. "Feels weird." "You're saying I feel weird?" "Not you specifically. It just feels weird to touch another guy down there and feel your dick so hard." "You'd probably enjoy it more with someone your own age." "Give me a break. So you're all of what...ten years older than me? Eleven years? Big difference!" "So why haven't you tried this with any of your friends?" "I wouldn't trust them to keep their yaps shut." "They're your friends, aren't they?" "Well, look. Guys my age would sell out their own parents for the right reason. And with most of my friends being gay, if I were to ever hint at being curious about gay sex they'd be practically broadcasting it around school. I mean, I'm known to be this jock that is gay friendly and I've allowed a few of the guys to suck me off in the past and they've kept the secret as a condition of having the chance to do it again. But if I were to feel them up, that would be a status symbol. They couldn't help but tell other gay friends that I obviously liked them better than anyone else because I had reciprocated with them. It would be all over the school in no time and my life would be hell." "Yea, I guess you're right. Teenaged boys are not exactly reliable, are they?" "No.....hey! Not ALL of us are unreliable!" I laughed and dropped to my knees and shucked his underwear down to his ankles, swallowing his bobbing member in one gulp while grasping his firm little butt. Cary gasped with surprise but recovered quickly and forced me face away from his crotch. "Strip! Naked. Now!" He was breathing hard and speaking in gasping statements. I quickly stripped down to my briefs and suddenly felt self conscious as I saw him staring at my concealed crotch. But as he rolled his eyes impatiently, I finished the job. "God! I thought I was big! How big are you?" "I don't know. Never measured. Big enough I guess." "Must be over eight inches." "What's it matter?" "Difference between gagging and choking to death is all." "What? You're now thinking about sucking me?" "Get real! But I'm sure there are a lot of guys who'd want to." "So now what?" "Get over here and suck me sixty nine style so I can feel your dick while you do it." In position, I began sucking for all I was worth, inspired by the first gentle strokings of Cary's nervous fingers up and down the length of my dick. By the time he was close, I was too. The thought, the realization, that Cary - beautiful Cary - was stroking my dick, that his face was just scant inches from my erection, made my blood boil with lust and just as I felt his dick swell beyond that point of no return, my own lust boiled over and pumped out my first non-self-induced orgasm in many months. Cary was looking a little repulsed. My first shot had hit his forhead before he could react. He had shielded himself with his hand for the remainder and was now staring at the creamy mess coating his right palm. "Go clean up in the mens room and I'll clean up this mess on the carpet. Sorry. It happened too fast to warn you." "S'okay." He sounded unconvincing. Later as I drove Cary home, we talked. "So was it everything you expected?" "And more!" "Yea, sorry about that. I didn't think that would happen. It usually takes a lot more that a few strokes to get me off. Guess you must be more of an exciting stud than I gave you credit for. Hope you weren't too turned off by it." "No. Actually, I felt yucky at first but not now. It was really kind of interesting watching your dick shoot. And I was surprised that your stuff smells just like mine. But I sure wish my dick was as big as yours." "What's with this fascination over dick size?" "Aren't you proud of having such a big dick?" "Never really thought about it much. I mean, I would never be attracted to little boys with their little worms but a normal sized dick is just fine with me. Size doesn't much matter to me. I'd rather be with a guy with a small dick and a big heart than the other way around." Cary's look told me he considered me a bit loony. But then he smiled. "So how come a guy like you isn't married?" I arched my eyebrows in response. "To another guy, I mean." "I've never found another gay guy like you, I guess." That caught Cary off guard and he had to think about that for a moment. Then, "Thanks. That's a compliment." "Yea. It is." We drove the rest of the way silently, each lost in our own thoughts. As I turned down Cary's street and pulled up behind his temporarily disabled Volkswagen, I turned off the engine and twisted in my seat to face him. "I want to ask a favor of you." "What?" "There's a guy at work that I think is totally smitten with you." "That would be you, right?" "Besides me." "Who?" "Chris." Cary's face lit up. "Really?" "Yea. He's so shy and sensitive. Everything seems to be so important and serious to him. Do you know the reason I fired Armando?" "No. I figured it was none of my business." "Armando lured Chris into the bathroom at work and pinned him against the wall and was feeling him up. I walked in just before Armando was about to yank Chris' pants down. Who can say what might have happened." "Geez. I always thought Armando was a nice guy but I suspected he was gay from the way he oggled me all the time." "Yea. He would come right off the wall talking about how sexy you looked in your speedos so I had him pegged but I didn't think he was capable of rape, or something close to it." "You never know about people." "Well, anyway. Chris is so shy and almost seems fragile. And he seems lonely. I can't understand that because he is so cute and really sexy." "Yea." I looked at Cary in surprise. He recovered quickly. "You know what I mean. I can tell if another guy is sexy without being interested in him for sex." "Well, I've been watching Chris closely. Mostly I can't help myself because he's so adorable. But I've also been trying to figure him out. He's very careful but he's always watching you. And that time a couple of weeks ago when you came to work right from your swim meet and had to change out of your speedos in the locker room, his eyes were so glued to you and I noticed the front of his pants tenting out quite a bit. Then he suddenly went to the bathroom and was there for a long time. That tells me something." "So what is it you want me to do?" "Seduce him. Bring him out of his shell. Help him to open up. I think he's really got a case on you but he's too shy to do anything about it and I think its going to tear him up inside if somethings not done." "I'd like to help. I like Chris. He's really a nice guy and all but I can't seduce him." "You did me." "That's different. You're older and more reliable. We don't even know for sure he's gay. If I go making moves and we're wrong I'm ruined." "Well, somehow we've got to bring him out of his shell." "Why don't you seduce him?" "There are a lot of complications there, too. He's an employee and all." "Tell you what. How about if I seduce him for you. That way I'm not revealing anything about myself and you're not revealing anything either. If it doesn't go right, you can disclaim any knowledge of what I was up to and be in the clear and I can pretend that I thought you were both gay and was just trying to play matchmaker." I thought about that for a few minutes. It seemed like a reasonable solution. And it also excited me to consider the prospect of making love to the adorable slim boy. "Okay. I'll agree to that. But how?" Cary's mind was working. You could always tell when he was thinking or strategizing because he would chew at the tip of his thumb. I watched for several minutes and finally he brightened. "You say he likes me and was watching me change. That's our hook. Tomorrow is Friday night. You assign him and me to do closing cleanup chores. That keeps us both around late. I'll talk to him while we're working and convince him that we should go to your place to party after we finish work. He should agree since he's got a case on me. We can have a few drinks. That'll losen him up a bit. Then you excuse yourself to do something....go to the bathroom....anything. I'll start talking about how horny I am and rubbing my crotch. That should get him worked up. I'll tell him I think that you're gay and I'm going to try and get you to blow me or something and that I'll try and get you to blow him as well. From that point I'll just have to play it by ear. You just have to stay out of the room long enough for me to talk him into all this. Stay out until I call you back in. I'll make some excuse for getting you to come back in, okay?" I was thoroughly nervous the next night. I couldn't concentrate on my work and when clean up time came I couldn't focus enough to close the books for the night. I was so busy watching Chris clean the line, shirt removed, his thin frame revealed to my hungry eyes, his ribs etched along the surface of his smooth tanned skin. I was in a state of sexual anxiety thinking about what was ahead, half hoping that Cary would back out. I was so nervous that I was certain everything would go wrong. Cary did his job masterfully and Chris was only too excited about being invited to party after work. At my apartment, Cary succeeded further in getting Chris to indulge in several beers which had the teenager beyond a light buzz. Then Cary manipulated Chris and I into a swim in which we all stripped to our briefs. We returned to the apartment with towels wrapped around our waists, not getting dressed and sat around joking and laughing for several moments until Cary gave me the sign to leave the room. I excused myself and went to the bathroom. I was actually relieved to get out of the room before my very hard erection became noticeable. I don't know what I was expecting, in terms of time, but it was certainly more than the mere ten minutes that had passed when I heard Cary calling me to come out. When I entered the living room, Cary and Chris were sitting on the sofa, side by side, in just their briefs, without the towels. Cary was enormously erect. Chris appeared slightly nervous but was three-quarters of the way to a full erection himself, and constantly glancing sideways at Cary's crotch. "We're really horny. And it's too late to go and find any girls to help us out. So we'd appreciate it if you'd blow us." I pretended to be very drunk and plopped down on the floor near their feet. "Say what? What makes you think I'd want to blow two guys?" Chris groped himself and outlined his stiff member in his cotton briefs. "C'mon. Lotsa guys suck dick. It's no big deal. And you're supposed to be our friend. A friend should help out if he can." I pretended to be thinking this over. "Well, I dunno. That seems like an awful big favor to ask. Are you sure? You both want this?" I watched Chris for a response. He nodded shyly but seemed more enthralled with the view of Cary's hard dick. "Okay, just this once. Get rid of your underwear." Cary lept to his feet and dropped his briefs. His hardon pointed toward the ceiling and he turned sufficiently to allow Chris to see it clearly and then reached down and pulled Chris to his feet. When all Chris could do was stand mutely staring, Cary leaned down and tugged Chris' pale yellow briefs down his legs and then grabbed the hard muscle that stuck out from the vee of his legs. I stared at Chris. He was truly a vision. Cute. Sexy. Thin. A small patch of pubic hair that went two thirds of the way around his shaft and lightly haired balls that were pulled up tight at the base of his shaft. His tan line revealed that he wore the more conventional baggy shorts style of swimwear but his body was no less attractive than Cary's with its tiny swath of white skin. "Look at this. See? Chris is hard and horny. Do him first." I moved slowly toward Chris on my knees. The minute I touched his legs his dick began to jerk and I could tell he was beyond control. I quickly wrapped my lips around the arrow tipped head of his dick and received his most precious reward. He was frozen in place until the spasming subsided and then he collapsed back down on the sofa, eyes wide with wonder. A truely naiive and innocent young man. Turning to Cary, he moved forward and played the role of the straight boy barking orders. I impaled my face on his beautiful tool and sucked aggressively until he, too, released and rewarded my efforts. Then he sat back down on the sofa with Chris, hips touching. Chris was hard again from watching me suck Cary. And, he had absentmindedly taken up a slow stroking of his own dick. Noticing this, Cary reached over and took a few strokes and then ordered me to go down on Chris again, which I gladly did. I decided to be more comfortable and maneuvered Chris to the floor where I could enjoy my activities more. I felt his legs, his stomach and chest, tickled at his armpits playfully, and combed my fingers through his sparse pubic bush while sucking and licking his balls and his dick. Cary had gotten down on the floor and was watching intently, stroking his dick. I didn't notice until I heard Cary mumbling a passionate 'oh, yes' that Chris had actually reached over and was stroking Cary's hard dick. Cary moved closer and right before my eyes I watched as Chris tentatively licked at the head of Cary's dick and then slowly inserted the hard tool a little into his mouth. Cary's head jerked around at the feel of the lips on his dick and he looked at me and smiled. Mission accomplished. But it wasn't over. Chris was like a kid with years of pent up passions suddenly unleashed. He sucked Cary with a fervor and energy I hadn't before witnessed. He seemed almost possessed. He became so immersed in giving head to Cary that he rolled over on his stomach for better access, pulling his hard dick from my mouth. I wasn't terribly disappointed. Now before my eyes was the cutest little ass, cheeks well rounded, yet small, firm and pale. I reached out and caressed the smooth globes of flesh and pried them apart to look at the little rosebud hidden deep in the hairless crevice. I leaned forward to kiss the desireable cheeks and looked closely at the entrance to Chris' most private and inner sanctum. Cary watched me with almost bemused detachment, so caught up in the pleasure of the ministrations of Chris' lips and tongue. I rubbed Chris all over, caressing every inch of his body, enjoying the heady experience of exploring this perfect little body that I had drooled over for a few months. I was surprised to find that I was suddenly competing with Cary's hands. Eyes closed, head thrown back, and a look of sublime pleasure on his face, Cary had reached forward and was tenderly caressing and feeling Chris' body, squeezing the small ass cheeks, dragging a finger over the small buttonhole deep in the crevice between the two perfect cheeks. Suddenly he lay down on his side, appearing as if all strength had suddenly failed him. His breathing was rapid and shallow and I knew he was close but he was fighting for control. Chris rolled on his side for more comfort and just as I was about to make a dive for his bouncing dick, Cary reached out and enclosed the hard flesh in his hand and began pumping it. His eyes were still closed and his breathing increased further. Without warning, I watched in total surprise as Cary suddenly moved his head forward and took Chris' dick in his mouth and began sucking in earnest. His moves were tentative and inexperienced but it was obvious also that they were heartfelt. I knew I had just witnessed the birth of a special relationship between two of God's most beautiful boys. Cary and Chris sucked each other off twice more before climbing into bed with me, one on each side of me, kissing me and snuggling in and murmuring their thanks. Then, they took turns with one kissing me passionately while the other sucked me until we were all so exhausted that we fell into a deep sleep. I only enjoyed the love of the two beautiful boys on two other occasions before I was transferred. But I found great pleasure in knowing that they had found each other. Chris was a changed kid, more self confident and assured, happier and more playful. While keeping their relationship a secret and finding whatever opportunities they could to be together, I watched as they blossomed toward maturity. Cary seemed totally happy that he had now found, recognized and accepted his sexuality, at least for the time. Who knows. Perhaps they are both married with wives and children today, their youthful passions a mere fading memory. Or perhaps they are still together today, happy, loving and beautiful. I like to think they are. I like to think that someday I'll visit Phoenix and run into them and find their love for each other as passionate as it was during those early days.