Date: Thu, 2 Oct 2008 16:42:41 -0700 (PDT) From: adm2780 Subject: Second Time Around Chapter Twenty-Four All rights reserved. Other than downloading one copy for personal enjoyment, no part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted by any means, except for reviews, without the written permission of the author. As in real life, the sexual themes unfold gradually and are kept to a realistic level. If you are looking for sex on every page, then this is not the story for you. Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to the author, Dwight Wilson, at adm2780@yahoo.com This story contains descriptions of consensual sexual contact between males, adult and minor. As such it is homoerotic, designed for the entertainment of mature adults. If you are not of legal age to read such material, or if the subject matter would create irresolvable personal moral dilemmas, please exit now. NOTE: Special thanks to Matthew for his time and efforts proof reading and editing the chapters. Want to read a couple of good stories? Try "Never Take Love For Granted" or "One Gift To Give". They are both excellent. Chapter Twenty-Four: Second Time Around When we returned to New York, things moved much faster than I had anticipated. There were messages on the answering machine from appraisers who said they had been contracted by the relocation office. I had already been briefed on the procedures and understood that they used two independent appraisers and then averaged the values to reach a value on our home. Somehow, it wasn't until I listened to the messages a couple of times and looked around the house that I realized the boys and I would be leaving what had been, for the boys, a major portion of their young lives. It was only then that I could appreciate the support they were giving me in making the decision. Occasionally, I wondered if it was just easier for young people to accept change. There was something nagging at me in the back of my mind. I couldn't identify what, just that it was there. The boys were back in school on Thursday. Term exams were coming up and after the exams, they would be moving to Florida. We were running so hard on a 'take it as you go' basis that I couldn't even say whether the boys would fly back alone or with me, or even if they would be flying. I may be considered a whiz at finance and financial planning, but this moving stuff was all new territory. When the boys headed for school, I headed for the office. Technically, I didn't need to be there, but I felt that I had a responsibility to my clients and wanted to make sure they were properly cared for. Most of the morning was spent catching up on emails and messages. Later, I sat with Gene, my replacement. We reviewed each client's file and discussed any idiosyncrasies the client had that could affect future transactions. I had spent a lot of time building this client base for the bank, and myself. However, I realized that my future responsibilities would be to contribute less in a direct way to building the clientele and more towards coaching and supervising a team charged with building the client base. The next few days were spent in breakfast and lunch meetings, introducing Gene to his new clients. If I could have asked for something, it would have been for my clients to show a little more remorse at my leaving and a little less enthusiasm when meeting Gene. It didn't do my ego a whole lot of good. The boys, all three of them, made out a little better. They were the center of attention and conversation, and would remain there until their fellow students got bored listening to the stories, or something else happened to thrust another student into the limelight. Most of the kids seemed to be fascinated with the idea of a winter vacation at the beach. The girls thought the idea of the surf and a fire in the fireplace was romantic and cool. The boys thought the wave boards were awesome. The big hit seemed to be pictures of the boys on their boards with the most popular being Michael flying through the air, sans board. Frank was quick to tell all the other kids that Mike spent more time falling on his butt than riding his board. Mike got mad, Frank thought it was funny, and I got to threaten both of them if they didn't cool it. Before the weekend arrived, I had received a call from the moving company wanting to come over and survey the house and items to be moved. The boys were told to think about anything they had that was very fragile so it could be identified, labeled, and given special care. Mike voiced the anticipated objection because he was studying for exams and I gave him the usual 'a little cooperation, please' look. The moving rep was at the house late Friday afternoon; so was Sean. As we toured the house, I opened the garage door and realized that I had one item the bank would not move, the Mark II. The bank would pay to move one car. Saturday morning, while I searched for an antique car transport, the boys played at identifying their fragile items. When I say the boys played at what they were doing, I didn't exaggerate. Digging through drawers and the bottom of their closets, they found things given to them when they were just seven or eight years old. What amused me the most was that they started playing with those same toys again and seemed to have just as much fun as when they were much younger. I had to do some digging through drawers and closets myself. The things you can accumulate over the years and forget about are remarkable. Some items I found I couldn't remember where they came from or how I got them. While digging, I found items that belonged to me and items that belonged to Kathy. Looking through everything I was surprised how many of her clothes were in the house. I uncovered dumb little souvenirs we had picked up on trips, some the boys had given us, and others . . .who knows. Some brought a smile, some brought a tear. Knowing how much trouble I was having, I wondered if the boys were doing the same. I walked into their rooms. "Dad," Michael not only looked troubled, he sounded so sad, "It's hard. I can't . . ." "I know, son, I know." I turned to Frank. "Frank, are you having trouble too?" "Not really. I just decided I didn't want to get rid of any of it, even all this old stuff from when we were little." "Well, boys, to tell you the truth, I feel just about the same way. I think I have an idea that can solve our problem for now. Go through your clothes and any items that are too small or appear worn, pull them out and we'll give them to charity. I'm going to do the same with my clothes. I'm also going to pull out the clothes we still have that were your mother's; she'd want someone to get some use from them. I would also suggest pulling out your heavy winter coats, the down-filled jackets and so on. They're a bit heavy for Florida and I'm sure there are kids up here that would appreciate having them. "The movers left a few boxes here. Pull out the fragile items and put them in the box. We'll put a note on the box for the movers to wrap everything and repack it. Maybe, when things settle down some, we can try again." I had smiling boys. "How about if I order pizza for dinner?" I had three smiling and very happy boys. * * * * "Mr G?" I looked up at Sean. He had a piece of paper in his hands and looked a little tentative. "Mr. G, did you really mean what you told us 'bout me bein' able to visit?" "Of course I did, Sean. I wouldn't tease you boys about something like that." He gave me a little smile as he put a knee on the sofa and then sat facing me with his leg curled under him. "I talked to a girl I know that works in the school office. She gave me a list of the holidays we'll have for the rest of this school year. I thought maybe you'd want to know when they were." Sean sounded almost lost. I knew he was hurting and trying to keep up a good front; all the boys were. I took the list of dates and looked at them, then I looked at him. "Sean, I'll talk to your mom and reconfirm everything with her. Then, I'll make reservations for you to fly down for some visits while school is still in session. Maybe you can spend your spring break with us, if the boys' break coincides. If it doesn't, come any-way." I looked at him and wished I knew how to take the hurt away from all this. I knew then that what was going to happen was really just sinking in. Without saying anything, I reached over and wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him in. He didn't cry, but I felt his tears run down my chest. "Hey, we're not going to abandon you . . . promise." I tried to assure him. "I know," he whimpered. I couldn't help but feel some heart-break for him. "It's just that . . . well, you guys have been the only real family I had." He began to cry and that was when Frank and Mike walked in. When they saw Sean, I thought they were going to start crying. I knew I would have to deal with this at some point, but why couldn't it be later? Both of my sons gave me a look that made me feel that I was guilty of something. "Guys, you need to give me a break here. I'm doing this because I think it's the best thing for us. I've tried to keep in the picture the fact that the three of you are almost like brothers. That's why I said I would arrange for Sean to visit. What more do you want from me?" The boys looked at one another, then at me and again, at one another. "You really want us ta say what we'd like?" Frank asked. I nodded. "We want Sean ta come with us." Michael answered. Frank rushed to add, "We know you can't, but you asked what we wanted." I felt like the Grinch. "Do you want me to cancel the move?" I had to make them reason this through. "No!" Both boys answered simultaneously. Frank added, "Dad, we don't want you ta cancel the move or give up the job. We know that gettin' back to Florida is like goin' home, but . . . .well, it's just that we'd like ta have the best of both. We know it can't happen, but that doesn't stop us from wantin' it. Understand?" "Yes, son, I understand. Believe me, I wish I could give you boys what you want, but I can't. What I can do, right now, is suggest that the three of you make the best of the time you have left together. Think in terms that it won't be very long before Sean will come to visit. We're already into the second week of January, in four more weeks Sean has a long weekend and so will you guys. Why don't you spend your time having fun now and planning what you want to do when Sean visits? That's the best I can offer for now." I watched the boys a moment and then added, "Don't waste the short amount of time you have together feeling bad. Make the time count." Even I thought it sounded like adult bullshit. The boys promised me that they would try to be more upbeat and took off to the bedroom. I took a deep breath and tried to focus on the newspaper. A few minutes later I heard sounds from the boys' room that said the boys had found something else to focus on. I listened for a minute and realized I was hearing at least two voices with a third joining sporadically. I decided to investigate. The boys were so open about what they did that they didn't even close their bedroom door. As I approached the door, I could see Sean on his knees. His movements left little doubt about what he was doing. I stood there and admired his butt. With each thrust, he flexed his glutes, emphasizing his dimpled cheeks. There was a slight sheen from the sweat coating his body. When I looked on the floor, I realized it was Michaels' legs propped against Sean's shoulders. Frank's legs flanked Mike's head. While Sean pummeled Mike's butt, Frank and Mike were deeply engaged in their own interpretation of mutual oral satisfaction. I had to smile as I watched Frank using his arms to do push- ups, plunging Mike's boy pole in and out of his throat. Mike had his hands pressed to Frank's pelvic bone doing presses that pumped Frank's rod in and out of his throat. I laughed to myself and shook my head; only a teenager could think of that. I should have just backed up quietly and left the boys alone, but I didn't. I stood there watching the boys and gently caressing my growing manhood. Hanging around the house nude, I had the advantage of giving myself pleasure without the inconvenience of having to remove clothes. The show the boys gave me became too much. Stepping in quietly, I dropped to my knees behind Sean. As soon as my knees supported my weight, I slid the middle finger of my left hand down his crack. Sean jumped and then whimpered. I didn't play with him, but when my finger reached his hole I wiggled it a little and then withdrew, wrapping both hands around his torso and drawing him back to me. He moaned and let his head fall back to my shoulder. Without waiting, I bit into the point where shoulder meets neck and branded him. The tube of KY lay on the floor next to us and I didn't waste any time using it. Two fingers, well lubed and moving in a scissors motion, loosened him up. His own lust made him push back against my invading digits. Normally, I would insert a third finger to be sure he was loose enough. He began to pant and whispered, more like pleaded, through hissing breath, that he wanted to be penetrated. Pushing him forward to lay over Frank's back, I aligned myself and pushed forward. Never wanting the boys to be hurt, I pushed gently. Sean thrust backwards, almost savagely, impaling himself on half of my shaft. He cried out and whimpered just before I felt his muscles flexing, trying to draw me in. Pressing him down at his neck, I pushed forward gently. It didn't matter how much his lust dictated he be fully impaled, his safety was more important; I took my time. He was a wet puppy by the time my pubes touched his youthful butt. Keeping him laying over Frank's back, we waited for his breath to return to a more normal pattern. As his breathing slowed and his body came under his control, I moved my hips from side to side, teasing him. He whimpered and whined; a puppy in heat. When I thought he could handle it and appreciate the sensation, I slipped a hand under the front of each shoulder and jerked him upright; he cried out and whimpered again. I heard Mike whimper as I changed the angle and force of Sean's boyhood in Mike's anal cavity. Judging only by their whimpering, it was difficult to distinguish which one of them enjoyed the move more. Crossing my arms over Sean's chest, my right hand played with his left nipple, my left hand made sure Sean's right nipple wasn't neglected. With Sean pinned against me and surrendering his whole body to my control, I began a series of short, rapid jolting jabs. With each jab into Sean, Sean jabbed into Michael. Frank stopped the pushups to concentrate on Michael's jolting shaft; Michael pulled on the back of Frank's butt trying to control his thrusts into Michael's throat. It wasn't long before there was a chorus of teenage moans and whimpers as each boy enjoyed what was happening and wanted more. The boys weren't the only ones enjoying themselves. I hadn't had any relief since going to Mother's on Tuesday. Too much of my time was occupied thinking about David, thoughts which often lead to sexual frustration. There was too much tension in all of our lives; time for some relief. Sean wanted to be ridden, and ridden hard; I wanted to ride long and hard. I began another series of short jabs as I pinched and pulled at Sean's nipples. The boy went wild trying to push himself further and further onto my shaft, then reversing to repeat the thrust into Michael. Four hormonal driven males, each seeking the same ultimate goal. Covered in sweat, we slipped into and out of, as well over and along, one another's bodies. "GAAAHHHD!! FUCK ME! . . .FUCK MY ASS! . .TAKE ME . . .SHOW ME . .YEAH! . .OOHHHH! . . .OOHHHH! . . .AAAAAAAHH!! . .UUHHHHNN!! . .PLEEEASSE . .FUCK ME GOOOOD!" Sean was lost in his own need. Frank and Mike each grunted and whined. You couldn't understand what either of them tried to say. Their mouths were filled with the other's hard dick! You could hear the slurping noises as they tried to bring one another off. "MMMMMM . . .MMM . . .MMMMM . . .UUNNGGHHH." Sounds, not words. I breathed heavily, gasping for air from the exertion of supporting Sean's weight against me. Covered in sweat, our bodies slid up and down each other. When I felt like I needed to yell, I bit into Sean's shoulder, muffling my cries, branding him over and over. Finally, the moment came; I couldn't control myself any longer. Biting hard into his neck, I whimpered as I pulled back and slammed home one last time before exploding. When I exploded, so did he. I had heard the cries earlier; this was not the first time he filled Mike's insides today. Mike humped upward, trying to bury himself in Frank's throat; Frank reciprocated. We collapsed into a pile, sweating and exhausted. House rules were either forgotten or allowed to go very lax that weekend. So long as the boys were comfortable with taking their exams, I let them do whatever they wanted. I knew this was most likely their last weekend together for a while and thought they should have fun. When I heard a splash like someone diving into the pool after midnight, I ignored it. When I heard the grunts and moans associated with boy play, I ignored it. When I heard one of them hollering out to be jack-hammered or fucked harder, I did my best to ignore it. * * * * The boys finished their exams on Tuesday and I didn't see any real need for them to return to school. Wednesday morning I drove them over to turn in their books and any equipment they were responsible for and then signed them out. As we walked away from the school, both boys turned and looked back one last time. Frank made a comment about not thinking he would ever feel kind of sad about leaving that place. Mike agreed. When the boys turned around to look forward, we all kept walking and didn't look back again. While the boys were in school, I had been busy myself. A little internet surfing located an antique auto hauler who was to pick up the Lincoln on Wednesday afternoon. The car would be delivered to Mother's in about ten days. The furniture movers were due in Tuesday afternoon and showed up just before the boys got home from school. They were back early Wednesday morning packing and inventorying our belongings. When we left the school on Wednesday, I took the boys to their favorite burger joint; we needed to talk. After ordering burgers, fries, onion rings and drinks, I knew it was time for them to talk. Michael even ordered a greasy double burger with a large fries. Frank and I both were ready to go into shock. Mr. Healthy eating greasy fried food? "Okay, guys, it's just about that time. How do you feel?" Neither of them answered immediately, but seemed to be in deep thought. Mike finally looked up at me. "Kinda strange," Michael answered quietly. "Yeah," Frank whispered, agreeing. "Strange? How?" "Think about how long we been here and going to that school. It's been practically the same schools, the same kids, the same everything for over seven years now. It just seems like we're walking away from our entire lives." The boys fell quiet while the waitress set our food on the table. "It's more than that, I think," Frank added. "I don't know what it is but it seems like we're forgettin' something." We didn't say anything for a couple of minutes. I understood what they were saying. "You know, I could probably undo all of this and we could stay here if you want." The boys looked at one another and then back at me. "Uh-uh," Mike answered. "We want ta be in Florida around Grandma and Eric and Aunt Bonnie, but we kinda want ta be here too. It just seems like we're forgettin' something; like Frank said." "You know, boys, I felt the same way." I paused to let that sink in. "Then, early yesterday afternoon, I realized what was bothering me. I haven't done anything about it yet; I wanted to talk to you first." The boys looked at me, curious, and waited. "It's your mother. We all need to move on with our lives, that's what she would want. But, she and I both come from down there, our families are there; that's where we're from. It seems to me that if we leave, and leave her here, we're leaving her alone. I wanted to ask you what you would think if I had her grave moved back home. We'll move on, but she'll be back home where she belongs." The boys smiled and there was even a tear or two running down their young cheeks. I made the phone calls that afternoon to get any paperwork that had to be completed done. Over the past few years, I hadn't maintained a close contact with my in-laws. It was as much my fault as it was theirs. Also, I always felt that they held taking Kathy to New York against me, particularly after she was diagnosed terminal. I decided to consult them regarding where Kathy would be interred. I had my own preferences, but I would allow them to state their opinions and I would do what I could to keep family peace. "Dad, when are we leaving?" Frank asked simply as a point of natural curiosity. "Well, with the movers packing us up, I don't think we're going to have much of a place to live soon. I was thinking we could leave tomorrow or the next day. We could each pack a bag and, rather than fly down, I thought it might be nice if we drove the car. We could take our time and stop to see things if we wanted." "What kinda things?" Mike asked. "Whatever you want. We could run I-81 through the Shenandoah or run I-95 down the coast. Maybe stop in Philly and see Independence Hall; a couple of days in DC for a quick tour. Just three bachelors kind of working their way down south." "Cool." Frank's simple reply with a smile from Mike. "Yeah, and we can fuck our way down, too," Mike said in that silly little boy voice he used sometimes. God help me. What I didn't tell the boys was that I hoped traveling at a leisurely pace would help them adjust to leaving their friends and look forward to their new home. "Hey, Dad," Mike's upbeat tone said he thought he had a brilliant idea, which usually meant I wouldn't think the same. "Ya know, if I studied real quick, I could get my learner's permit and help you drive." He even managed to put on that expectant little boy face he always used to wrap his mother around his little finger. I just looked at him. "Well, it was just a thought." * * * * Thursday evening the movers worked late to load our belongings. Sean came over and I ordered pizza for everyone, including the movers. Once the movers left for the evening, the boys and I sat around the family room floor, primarily because there wasn't anything to sit on, and told stories. As with all things, the good times were remembered and there were plenty of laughs to go around. After joking around with the boys some, I decided to give them their space. They needed to say good-by in their own way. I sat on the patio on the edge of a very cold planter. The pool had been covered over. The ground had the remnants of a light dusting of snow. The moon was out and the sky was clear as it could only be on a crisp winter's night. The weather was definitely cold, something I wouldn't miss. The cup of coffee I used as a hand warmer quickly turned into a hand cooler. It seemed that only a few minutes had passed when the door opened and Frank walked to ask me if they could walk Sean home. They thought it would be easier on all of them to say good-by that night rather than wait until the morning. Frank laughed and told me Sean was afraid he might shed a tear or two and didn't want the kids at school to see him. I offered to drive them, but they wanted to walk. I said it was okay. A little after ten on Friday morning, the Geoghagan men packed a few personal belongings in the trunk of the DTS and headed south. We took our time, stopping in Philly that first night. Leaving the car at the hotel, we walked around and toured Independence Hall. The city had built a museum around the Liberty Bell. The boys and I had a good time; it was an adventure. It had snowed during the night, and the sight of fresh snow on a clear park is nice. You could tell the people and the vendors were accustomed to the weather. They were dressed in warm layers and a cloud of smoke escaped from their mouths every time they spoke. Philadelphia may be known as the city of brotherly love and for Independence Hall, and let's not forget the Eagles, but the boys and I will forever remember it for one other thing. Everyone has heard of the famous Philly cheese-steak sandwich. Well, until you've had one made by a corner vendor, you have never had a true Philly cheese-steak sandwich. If you really want to enjoy it, get one and find yourself a bench in an open park where you can watch the people go by. That is a memorable experience. We spent two days in DC. The boys laughed when I slipped on the ice and fell on my butt. There was more than one occasion when I was able to laugh at them for doing the same. We saw a little of the Smithsonian. The boys were more interested in seeing Arlington cemetery and the eternal flame, and Ford's Theater. I didn't know they were that much into history. I let them make most of the calls on what we did and saw. I was particularly pleased that they didn't argue, but worked it out so they got to do some of what both of them wanted. We stayed downtown near the National Mall and the White House. We walked over to the White House at night when we could see the Christmas lights. The next day we toured the White House. It was a limited tour, but what we saw was fascinating. The hotel we stayed in was an older building that had been nicely renovated. We took a room with two king-sized beds, but I'm not sure why. When we went to bed the boys climbed in on either side of me and each of them lay with their head on a shoulder and draped half way on top of me. Needless to say, no one wore a stitch of clothing. The boys had been good, very good actually. I should have known better. Right after we went to bed, I could tell that neither of them was relaxed. Their eyelashes tickled as they blinked and teased my skin. The two of them were looking at each other and on an unspoken command both sat up and decided to straddle a leg. "What do you two think you're doing?" They just looked at one another and had those devilish grins that screamed of mischief. "We've been good, Dad; real good. We've been on the road now for three days and haven't complained once, right?" Frank stated. I nodded hesitantly. "Well, we figure it's time to have some more fun; our way." With that said, as though it was a signal, the two of them dropped down and attacked my nipples. I must have been overly sensitive, because all I could do was arch my back and gasp for air through clenched teeth. Simultaneously, each of my hands was filled with teenage butt as I locked a firm grip onto them and held both boys in place. All three of us had instant hard-ons. When the boys decided to wiggle their butts and hump my legs, I let go of their butts, reached under and filled each hand with all boy. Their responses, this time, were a bit more vocal. I hadn't rolled around with just the boys in a while. It was fun to roll around, wrestling with the boys and listen to them holler and giggle. However, they had no intentions of letting me forget that, while we were wrestling, there were other pleasures that could be had. They did their share of grab-ass play and when they decided to get a little rough or gang up on me, I didn't hesitate to squeeze their balls or pin one of them and let my middle finger go on a probing mission between their cheeks. They loved it and deliberately teased me so I would stay after them. Frank was particularly mischievous that night. I pinned him to the bed on his back and controlled him by keeping a good grip on his scrotum. When he started laughing and protesting too loudly, I told Mike he needed to gag his brother. Mike didn't hesitate to use Little Mikey as a combination pacifier-gag. Repositioning myself between Frank's legs, I had no problem squeezing his shaft and then flicking my tongue over his slit. When he started whimpering and bucking his pelvis up, I had to press down on the top of his thighs to avoid a busted lip or bloody nose. Of course, the boys weren't the only ones who could be mischievous. Teenagers are particularly sensitive when they are sexually aroused. The v-shaped crevice that runs where thigh meets torso can be sensitive, particularly for my boys. I managed to lick a little, kiss a little, nibble a little, and rub my beard over the sensitive area more than a little. Not wanting to show favoritism to one of my boys, I did a little push up, shifted forward, and bit Mike on the ass. He squealed a little, then wiggled his butt in my face, wanting more. He was going to have to wait. I can't say that I was surprised to look on the night stand and see a tube of KY; the boys had planned all this. Squeezing the tube, I placed a nice glob on my first two fingers of my right hand and reached for the target. Frank, the horny kid, must have been in overdrive because he just tried to open up and suck my fingers in. I didn't want him hurt so I did take my time getting him ready, much to his consternation. It didn't take too long for his whimpers to take on a sound of frustration. When I thought he was ready, I lifted his legs and lined myself up for penetration. Being a concerned and responsible adult, I let him know what was happening and about to happen. When I pressed into his opening I saw him push out. It didn't take too much effort to gain initial penetration. I knew he felt it from the sharp cry around Little Mikey and the way he tried to arch his back. Soon, though, he dropped his legs around me, locked his ankles together, and jerked me forward. There was no way that it didn't hurt a little. He hollered around Little Mikey again and it took longer for the arch in his back to fall. Leaning forward, I whispered for Michael to turn around and face me. When he pulled out of Frank's mouth you would have thought someone had taken Frank's favorite toy away from him. Little Mikey quickly found a warm cradle again and I pulled Michael into me. Mike always had a nice way of whimpering, particularly when I nibbled his neck. The longest whimper always came when he got branded, and he definitely did get branded. To make things easier for all of us, I shifted so my thighs supported Frank's butt and let him rock himself back and forth for a few minutes. While Frank entertained himself, I had fun with Mike's neck, ears and nipples. Mike would go crazy if you suckled and licked his nipples and then gave them a sharp pull with a slight twist. He gasped, panted and, after a few sharp breaths, stuck his chest out for a repeat. He also liked to reciprocate. We kept the pace up for a while, at least long enough for the three of us to be coated in a light sheen of sweat. You could judge how worked up we were from the pace and sounds of our breathing. As Mike got closer, I not only tongued his ear, but dragged my fingernails up his side; what a whiner! After dragging my nails up three or four times I noticed that he started humping his brother pretty hard. Frank wasn't exactly being still either. Before long I felt Frank's muscles contracting around my shaft and I didn't even try to hold back. I did pull Mike back with me some to change my angle of penetration. The change had a definite effect on Frank judging from his movements and sounds; I think I was stroking his prostate. It wasn't right on the mark, but we were close enough that it could be called a three-way simultaneous orgasm that rocked the bed. It was all I could do to hold Mike and keep pumping myself. When it was over I had filled Frank's insides from the bottom, Mike filled him from the top and Frank shot off all over Mike's chest and stomach. When we regained some of our senses Mike looked at himself and then at Frank; we all laughed. "You kinda messy, bro," Mike stated using his sing-song teasing little boy's voice. Mike used two fingers to scrape Frank's juice off his chest and proceeded to feed, first his brother, then himself, and then a taste for me. Mmmmm-mmmmm good. * * * * The plan was to spend half the next day doing some quick touristing of DC and then head south. The boys and I awoke shortly after daybreak needing a shower. We didn't fool around; we had done enough of that the previous night. After dressing, we headed downstairs for some breakfast and to make plans. I was surprised by how many people were in the lobby. Also, I noticed, it was snowing quite heavily outside. The clerk told us it had been snowing heavily since shortly after midnight and wasn't expected to let up until late afternoon. Stated another way, it was a white out; the roads were closed and we were stranded. We decided to get some breakfast and play it by ear. The boys suggested we could go back upstairs and play some games. Uh-uh, I knew what kind of games they had in mind. After breakfast, I found a newspaper to read and another cup of coffee. The boys wandered around the hotel some and I noticed them talking to another kid about their age. It wasn't too long before I noticed the three boys approaching a couple sitting on the far side of the room. Whatever they asked the adults, their smiles said they liked the answer. The boys then headed in my direction. "Hey, Dad," Frank called out, "this is Andrew." Andrew hesitantly extended a hand in greeting. "Hello, Andrew," I greeted him cordially. "I guess your family is stuck here like the rest of us?" "Yes, sir," Andrew replied, appearing grateful not to have to say too much. I've always thought it was funny how kids will go up to one another, having never met before, and start up an in-depth conversation. Let an adult come close and they freeze up. I tried to make it as easy as I could for Andrew. "Dad, we wanted ta go to the room and play some video games. That okay?" "Yes, that's fine. Just don't get too boisterous. I imagine I'll be easy to find if you need me." Without another word, but three smiles, the boys were off. When the boys left I walked over to where Andrew's parents sat and introduced myself. All of us were in the same boat with the weather and that's such an asinine topic anyway. I always thought making a comment about the weather was what people with poor communication skills did. Andrew's mother was very polite and friendly; with his dad I thought I was going to have to revert to talking about the weather for his sake. After a little while I decided to take mercy on myself and check on the boys. When I walked into the room my boys just looked up and ignored me, as usual. The boys had a game going on the television but I wasn't totally convinced they were really paying any attention to it. All three were down to their briefs and socks and appeared to have been sweating some. Poor Andrew looked like a deer caught in the headlights. All three boys sat on the floor with their legs crossed, Indian style. "What are you boys doing?" "We're playin' cards," Frank answered like it was perfectly obvious, which it wasn't. "We didn't have any money so we're bettin' push-ups and crunches." Frank then looked at me with that 'how come you didn't know' grin of his. I looked at poor Andrew and had to stifle a laugh. He was trying to cover his privates. "Relax, Andrew. I've seen teens in their underwear before; believe me." Then I thought for a moment and added. "I'm sure there's a perfectly good reason the three of you stripped down to your briefs and socks?" "Of course," Mike jumped in, "we started playin' strip poker but when all of us started losin' about the same, it wasn't fun anymore. Besides it's more comfortable." I knew the last statement came closer to the truth. "I'm sorry, Mr. G . . . .uhhh, Frank and Mike said that's what all the kids call you. Is that okay? I mean . . .well, I'll get dressed and go real fast." "Andrew, slow down, son." I tried to speak calmly to settle him down; I wasn't accustomed to kids worrying about getting me upset. "No one's in trouble here and no one's upset. I just wanted to make sure everything was okay and remind all of you to have consideration for other people in rooms around us?" "Yeah, Dad's cool," Michael jumped in. "He's not really used ta seein' us like this even, he sees us most o' the time like this." Michael dropped his briefs and the color drained out of Andrew's face. I felt bad for Andrew and had to stifle laughing at the same time. His gaze locked in on Little Mikey and his jaw came close to hitting the floor. Andrew was mesmerized as Mike decided to show off a couple of moves David had taught him. Frank was rolling on the floor. I rolled my eyes up and decided to leave. I had a good idea where things would wind up and didn't want to wait to find out I was right, again. The boys and I talked after we were headed south again. They laughed and carried on like kids when they talked about Andrew and how he couldn't take his eyes off Little Mikey. Michael didn't bother putting any clothes back on until they came to join us in the restaurant. They confirmed my suspicions when they told me they wound up in a circle jerk; actually, more than one. I put my hand up to stop them from revealing everything when Frank started telling me about rubbing the cum that landed on Andrew's chest into his skin, telling him it would help prevent zits. I told the boys I didn't really need to know anymore and just kept driving south. End Ch Twenty-Four To Be Continued Comments welcome: contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com