Date: Wed, 5 Nov 2008 15:36:10 -0800 (PST) From: adm2780 Subject: Second Time Around Chapter Twenty-Seven 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-Seven: Second Time Around It was almost one in the morning when I got home. The whirlwind trip to New York had been taxing emotionally and physically. Feeling overly tired and tense, I knew there would be no sleep until I found time to relax a little. After setting my bag in my bedroom, I checked on the boys. Both were in bed, sound asleep. Frank lay on his side, hugging a pillow. I pulled the sheet and light blanket up to his shoulders; he didn't even move. Mike lay on his stomach with his right leg cocked up at an angle. A pillow separated his head from his left arm. I stood there, admiring his pert little bubble butt and firm body with no tan lines. It was a shame that life couldn't be this simple and pleasurable all the time. Turning to walk out, I smiled to myself when I realized that both boys were in their own beds; something new. After pouring myself a small glass of wine, I decided it was time for a hot shower. The feel of stinging hot water pulsating against my body was always relaxing to me. This time I aimed the spray a little low so it would work on the lower part of my back that was so stiff from sitting on the airplane. The shower lasted as long as the glass of wine. Glancing at the clock as I lay down, I knew I wouldn't get much sleep before I needed to get up and fix the boys' breakfast. I would get what rest I could and hit the sack early the next night. Quickly, I drifted into that almost, but not quite, asleep state and sensed someone moving around my bedroom. Before I had a chance to think about it, both boys crawled into bed with me. Mike took the right side, Frank the left. They both lay against me with their top leg resting on top of my leg. Each took a shoulder for a pillow. All I heard from each boy was a simple sigh of contentment. My little bit of sleep was now going to be no sleep; but that was alright, too. Sleep came at some point. I awoke Monday morning to the sound of music, my preferred alarm. When I reached over to hit the snooze button, I realized that someone had moved the radio beyond my normal reach. That's when I saw what time it was and knew someone had reset the alarm. The boys were no longer in the bed and I could smell coffee brewing. Realizing I was suddenly behind schedule, I jumped up and headed for the kitchen. It would be a push to get breakfast for the boys. All I found in the kitchen was a pot of fresh coffee and a note from the boys telling me they thought I could use the extra time to rest and they would see me this afternoon. Smiling to myself, I relished the thought that my boys were maturing and capable of showing consideration for the old man. It was times like this that I was glad I had not traded them in when they turned fourteen. * * * * I was concerned about Sean in many ways that I wasn't sure he could understand. The issues didn't just focus on the physical punishment and injuries to his body. More important were the mental and emotional injuries; injuries which could affect him for the rest of his life and strongly influence how he viewed himself and those around him. The physical injuries would heal in a matter of days or a few weeks. The emotional injuries . . . there was no way of estimating. Work offered me a much needed digression from these worries When I was offered this job, I had been warned that I was taking on an underperforming district. When banks established a brick and mortar presence, there were always surveys that included the customer base and competition. The model said we should be doing much better. My job was to determine why we were not performing and design curative measures. The only way to accomplish the task was to go back to the beginning and tear it all apart for a step by step analysis. A natural gift for me was to be able to focus, concentrating on what I was doing while locking out everything else around me. Sometimes the gift could be a curse. I didn't eat breakfast before leaving the house and, around ten-thirty, my stomach let out with a growl that would have been embarrassing in public. There was a Starbuck's across the street. A giant cup with extra lead and a bear-claw loaded me up with enough caffeine and sugar to make sure I made it through the day. It also ruined any appetite for lunch until around three-thirty when I settled for a cold drink with cheese and peanut butter crackers. My entertainment was thinking how my eat-healthy-all-the-time number one son would react if he knew what I had been doing. The break for lunch allowed time for my mind to relax and wonder back to the weekend. Bigotry has never known any boundaries of social or economic status. It has always fed on its own ignorant bliss and misguided feelings of self-righteousness. They attacked Sean because they thought he looked at them "that way" in the dressing room after gym. I couldn't help but wonder what they would think if they had any idea what went on in my household. I thought of my own boys and was glad that Kathy and I had decided to let them be themselves. The phone broke my concentration. "Dad? It's me." Michael's traditional way of greeting me. "Hey, Me. What are you up to?" "Nothin'," the traditional answer. "Dad, are you mad with us?" "No. Should I be?" "Well, you know, for resettin' your alarm and all. Grandma said you'd pro'bly be tired when you got in so me and Frank figured we'd try ta give you some extra time. We did our breakfast this mornin'; cold cereal." I had to laugh to myself trying to figure out if that last part was supposed to be a guilt trip. "I know you changed the alarm. You also set the coffee pot for the same time. I think that was very considerate of you and your brother. Your grandmother was right and I did appreciate it. Would you guys like to go out to eat tonight?" I was actually too tired to worry about cooking dinner. "If you want, but we don't need to. Grandma brought us a big pot of stew. She left it on the porch with a note sayin' you'd pro'bly be too tired to cook tonight. Me and Frank thought that'd be good for dinner." "I'll have to call Mother and thank her. Is the pot cold?" "Yes, sir. It's winter, remember?" "Well, how about setting it on top of the stove and then at five, turn the stove on the lowest setting. I'll finish it when I get home. Okay?" "Okay . . . and, Dad . . .well, you know . . .um, thanks for goin' up and seein' Sean. Me and him's been talkin' today and he said it meant a lot. He said you kinda fussed with 'im some, too. Not fussed, really, but you had a talk with him?" "Yes, we talked some. I hope he didn't think I was fussing with him, but he needed to think about some things." "Yeah, that's what he said." I could tell Mike was in deep thought. "Dad . . ." "Mike, why don't we talk when I get home, okay? With a little luck, I'll be out of here on time tonight. I'll call you guys when I leave and maybe we can eat at a more normal hour for a change." "Okay, see ya." Mike sure didn't hesitate to take the 'out' I offered him. I could only wonder what he had on his mind. When I got home, I found two naked teens in the kitchen. Of course, for our home finding two naked teens was perfectly normal. Frank saw me come in and greeted me. Michael was oblivious to anything going on except the music coming through the earphones he was wearing. I leaned against the door facing and watched my oldest son flex his glutes, causing his bubble butt to bounce in time to whatever he was listening to. It was one of those times where you wish you had a camcorder, or at least a camera. I signaled Frank to pop his brother on the butt. "Hey! That hurt!" Michael complained as he turned to his brother. Frank pointed towards me. "Oh. Hi, Dad." Someone's demeanor had improved since we talked on the phone. "Wanna hear somethin' cool?" Without waiting for a response, Michael removed the earphones and held them next to my ear. I had to jump back. "Michael!" "What's wrong? That's cool stuff." "Son, how many times have I said something to you, not about what you are listening to, but the volume? Personally, I think it would be nice if you could at least enter adulthood without being deaf." "But, Dad, it's rap. You gotta have it kinda loud for the real effect. Hear the beat? Neat, huh?" * * * * After dinner, the boys offered to clean the dishes and the kitchen. I knew that I was either being set-up for something or the boys were maturing and trying to show me some consideration. I preferred to think the latter; experience said the former. Knowing that one should never turn down a good opportunity, I headed for my bathroom and a nice, long, hot shower. Hot showers, particularly alone, are a great luxury that should be treasured. With the head set to a needle-like spray and the water hot enough to cloud up the bathroom so I couldn't see anything outside the shower door, I just stood there and enjoyed myself. When I stepped out of the shower, I was so relaxed that my legs felt as though they might buckle. Deciding to stay as comfortable as the boys, I headed for the family room. As I walked into the room I heard the boys' shower. There was a small glass of wine sitting on the table next to the sofa. I only wished I knew what I had done to deserve all this so I could keep doing it. It was cold outside. The cold, combined with the heat inside, worked to form moisture on the patio door. I flipped the light on to see our backyard was still a work in progress. Looking around, I observed my world. The work in progress, the cold, the furniture that Kathy and I picked out a long time ago. Pictures on the walls and the mantle of two fine boys. Two boys that I was very proud of and probably didn't tell them often enough. I turned the lights out and set a small fire in the fireplace. This was my world, and it was good. Frank came in, his hair still wet from his shower, and sat close to me on the sofa. He put his right knee on the sofa and curled his leg under his left leg as he turned a little to face me. "Dad, you need to talk to Mikey. He was tryin' ta be good tonight, but he's really upset about Sean." I looked at Frank and then reached an arm out for him. Frank leaned into my side and then shifted onto his back and lay his head on my leg. I ran my fingers through his hair. "When we left New York, Mike wasn't really sure he wanted to leave. He didn't want ta disappoint you either, so he wouldn't say anything." Frank paused a moment. "Dad, ya know the three of us is good friends." "I know." "Well, Sean and Mike . . . well, I guess you might say they're more than just friends. They're kinda like best friends and then some. Know what I mean?" "Are you trying to tell me that Sean and Mike are like boyfriends? How do you feel about that?" "It's okay. I'm still friends with 'em and Mike's my brother and all. Besides, we still fool around together a lot; you know what I mean." Frank was quiet for a minute. "Dad? Thanks. I mean I don't know of any other guys whose dad's been as open and honest with 'em as you have been with us. I'm sure there's a bunch of guys that'd like ta do what we do and all, and be as comfortable with their dad as we are with you." I didn't know of anything appropriate to say to Frank, so I just leaned over and kissed him lightly on the forehead. My left hand lay across his firm, young chest as I ran the fingers of my right hand through his hair. Michael walked in and Frank sat up, almost as if on cue. Michael lay on the sofa with his shoulders where Frank's head had been; he stretched his legs out to rest his feet in Frank's lap. I wasn't surprised to see that he also had the baby powder with him. No one would ever accuse Michael of being overly subtle. Sprinkling some powder over his back, I gave him what he wanted. Rubbing their back was something we always did when one of the boys wanted some special attention or seemed to be uptight about something. After a few minutes it was always easy to get them to open up and talk. Mike seemed to need the special attention and was definitely uptight. It was easy to figure out that what had him upset was what had happened to Sean. Frank hadn't told me anything new; I was well aware that Mike and Sean were very close. It was no household secret that the boys played around sexually quite a bit, but sometimes it was more than just play with Sean and Mike. I thought that given time, the boys would work things out and decide on their futures. In the meantime, I kept an eye on them to make sure jealousy didn't rear its ugly head. We talked and Mike asked some questions. There was no doubt that he was upset. What worried me most was that Mike was an extremely intelligent person, but had a very naïve perspective on the world around him. This naïve perspective was the basis of a lot of my worries with Mike. He was almost too trusting and figured everyone would have the same 'everyone to his own' attitude that he carried. The incident with Sean had put a crack in that bubble. While we talked, Mike would giggle and wiggle his butt once in a while. I saw Frank running his fingernail up and down the back of Mike's thigh and just grinned. Mike enjoyed it and we all knew it. When Frank reached over and ran the tip of his finger up and down Mike's crack, I heard Mike inhale sharply and watched as he spread his legs. Mike wanted what Frank was doing and I thought it might be a good distraction for him. Soon, Mike rolled to his side facing me and drew his right leg up. He was opening himself for Frank. Frank pushed two of his fingers into Mike's opening. Mike pressed his face into my abdomen and moaned. "Okay, if you guys want to go play some, go ahead. It'll probably be good for you right now." Frank kept his fingers in Mike and I could see him twisting them back and forth. Mike tensed up and moaned louder. Suddenly, without warning, Mike raised his head and then dropped down on me, swallowing half my manhood in one gulp. It was my turn to draw a sharp breath between clenched teeth. "Oh, Gaahhd! Boy! . . .Ohhhhhh . . .uuummmpphhh." I looked over at Frank and he was grinning like a Cheshire cat. He still had his fingers up Mike's hole and was moving in on me. "We thought some play time would be good, too; for all of us." Frank commented as he moved in and clamped down on my left nipple. I'd been set-up. I felt myself hit the back of Mike's throat and he swallowed. It felt incredible; this kid really knew how to give a blow job. I had a pretty good idea who he had been practicing on. Mike came off me and stood. Turning his back to me, he placed his right leg on the sofa and bent down. Aligning me with his hole, I felt his hot, slick skin touch the tip, sending shivers through me. He was lubed already, which confirmed that I had been set-up. I expected Mike to work his way down, careful not to hurt himself due to my size. Feeling pressure as he began pushing himself down, I was shocked when he let go and suddenly dropped. "AAHH FUCK! . . .GOD DAMN! . . .OOOHHHH . . .OOOHHHH SHIT!! . . .Somebody just rammed a telephone pole up my ass." He frightened me; he never used that kind of language as a rule. "Mike, are you alright?" He frightened me to the point I was about to lose my erection. "Yeah. It hurt some, but it felt wild at the same time. I forgot how big you were. Oh, man! You feel so hot." He answered as he began flexing his anal muscles and rocking back and forth. My erection suddenly became stronger as he continued to rock and flex. He shifted his weight to the right and brought his left leg up on the sofa. He was now resting on his knees with his feet tucked under my butt. Placing his hands on my knees for balance, he began a little lap dance. At the same time, Frank slid over the top of the sofa and approached me from the rear. My first warning of what he was doing was when I felt his tongue push into my ear. He reamed my ear canal and then began a strong tongue fucking as he reached down with both of his hands and twisted my nipples. The sensations coursing through me were pushing me into overdrive. Frank let go of me and moved around in front of Mike. He pushed Mike back by his shoulders so he lay against me. Frank then wrapped my arms over Mike's and tucked my hands under the small of Mike's back. Mike was pinned against me and I held him fast. Slowly, I pistoned myself in and out of his tight hole and nibble on his ear. Frank attacked his brother's nipples. Mike tried jumping or humping his way away from the points of attack. I held him firm as he moaned and whimpered like a wet puppy. Mike's nipples were receiving a thorough workout. Frank pulled, pinched, licked and chewed. With each new manipulation Mike whimpered and grunted. When Frank backed off, Mike whined. Holding the nipples in a firm grip, Frank dropped down and licked Mike's pole like a popsicle. He slipped his lips over the head and I could see his throat muscles flex as he tickled and sucked. Mike was going crazy with the sensations and I didn't help with my continued pumping into his tight hole. Frank stood on the sofa, straddling Mike's body. I stopped nibbling his ear as Frank gently grabbed a handful of hair and guided Mike to his throbbing boyhood. When Mike opened to suck in Frank's boyhood, Frank teased him by pushing his face away and then pulling it back. I continued to pump his tight hole. Mike continued to whimper. Frank began to squat and I quickly realized he planned on impaling himself on little Mikey. Frank didn't let himself plunge down the way Mike had. Instead, he reached down and guided Little Mikey to the target and flicked the head over his anal lips. Frank's eyes began to glaze as Mike whimpered more and tried to push his way inside Frank. I held Mike firm and let Frank tease him. Frank finally impaled himself. Sitting in Mike's lap, fully impaled, Frank wrapped his feet around my body. Taking a firm grip on Mike's shoulders, he pulled himself up and then eased himself back down. Frank varied the rhythm and speed with which he shifted himself up and down Little Mikey. I wasn't sure who was enjoying this the most, Frank, Mike or me. After Frank played his games with Mike for a few minutes, we were all beginning to get coated in a light sheen of sweat. I settled into a rhythm pumping Mike and Frank adjusted his movements to my rhythm. There was no doubt that Mike was totally out of it as he whimpered and moaned. His eyes were closed as he threw his head back and forth in a pure sexual frenzy. "Oh, Gaahhd yeah . . .fuck me . . .yeah, pound my ass . . .hard . . .harder . . .AAAHHH!" Frank just twisted Mike's nipples again and then went down on his left nipple. It looked as though Frank was chewing on the nipple. "Aaaahhh . . .aaaaahhhh . . .yeah . .fuck me . .fuck me . .do it . .yeah . .oooohhhhh . . . AAAAAHHHH!! . . . AAAAHHHH!! . . .UUUMMMMM! . .UUMM! . .UUMMM! . .OH FUCK! . . .AAAAAHHHhhhh! " Both boys were hollering and I couldn't tell which one was closest until I felt something hit me under the chin. Frank's first shot went over Mike's shoulder and caught me. He blew the rest of his load all over the front of Mike. His muscles clenching must have pushed Mike over the edge because I could feel his body tense and remain tense as a board as his anal muscles clenched and released my pole. Frank was panting and gasping for air. The only thing he could say was 'yeah . .yeah'.as Mike filled his insides. That was enough to push me over the edge as I exploded with such force that it almost hurt. The convulsions were so strong that I clamped down harder on my hold of Mike, causing him to cry out and whimper as he gasped for air. Frank fell on top of Mike and I felt Mike's body go limp as the last of my convulsions ended. All three of us lay in a pile panting. "Damn . . .that was outta this world. That was the best fuck I ever had." Frank commented. "I don't know if I can get up. Little Mikey's not goin' down." The last comment was enough to get us all laughing. "If you think Little Mikey's hard, you should feel what's up my ass," Mike added, laughing. "My nips are gonna be sore for a week, thanks to you." "That's okay, bro. I'll nurse 'em back for ya." Yep, these were my boys, alright. No doubt about it. I released Mike's arms and held on to both boys. Silently, I thanked God for giving me two great kids, even if they were little connivers. "Dad." Frank was getting his breath back to normal. "Yes." "I wanna try out for the school baseball team next week. Okay?" * * * * Sitting in my office on Tuesday, I couldn't help but laugh to myself when I thought about Frank. I couldn't imagine anyone else ending an intense session of sex by announcing he wanted to try out for the school baseball team. I had to admit one thing, we were all definitely relaxed after that session. I also had to admit that it was one of our more enjoyable sessions. Those two little connivers had planned the whole thing; thank God. By mid-afternoon, I found myself thinking about Sean and wondering if he had thought any about what I said to him. There was only one way to find out; I called him. I tried four times in the next hour and a half and got nothing but a busy signal. I checked with the hospital operator and she said he was on the phone with someone. It didn't take a brain surgeon to guess who that someone might be. I was thankful that I had unlimited long distance at home. When I couldn't reach Sean, I decided to try for Phyllis. Hopefully, Sean would talk to his mother about some things. If not, at least I could find out how he was doing with his recovery. "Phyllis, it's Rick." "Hi Rick. I'm glad you called." Phyllis sounded as though she was almost talking in a whisper. "Hold on a second and let me move somewhere else." I held and she let me know when she was ready to continue. "I was calling to check on Sean. How's he doing?" "Right now, he's on the phone with Mike. I'm guessing that's no surprise to you. The two of them have been spending a lot of time on the phone lately." "Phyllis, if it's interfering, I can put the brakes on it with no problem." "No! No. You don't understand. Sean seems to spend most of his time waiting for Mike to call. Some of the people he knows from school have been here to see him, but he acted a little strange after one group came in last night. I don't know why, but I think he's embarrassed." "Tell him not to be embarrassed. If they weren't his friends, they wouldn't come to visit." "Rick." Phyllis' tone suddenly changed to very serious. "I don't know how to say this, except to come straight out. Understand, that if you say 'no' I'll fully understand. Okay?" "What is it you're concerned about me saying 'no' to?" "Rick, I meant what I said the other day. You know, about Sean, and him being at an age where he needs a man to teach him how to be a man? Rick, would you consider letting Sean live with you for a short while?" I can't say that I was surprised. I don't think I was stunned or shocked. She had said something to me about Sean needing a man's guidance. How do you just give up your own child? Why? I knew the answer was simple; she loved him enough to do what was best for him. Yes, it may free up some time for her, but regardless of what I thought about the way Phyllis would go off on a fling and leave Sean alone, I knew that she truly loved him. "Phyllis, are you sure? Have you discussed this with Sean?" "Not yet, I wanted to talk to you first. I wanted to ask you when you were here but there just didn't seem to be the opportunity. Rick, please understand that I do love Sean." "I understand Phyllis, I do. As parents we sometimes have to do what is in the child's best interest and not necessarily our own. I also understand what kind of sacrifice you are willing to make for him. I hope he does. Why don't you discuss it with Sean and if that's what the two of you think is best, then . . . okay. I know the boys won't object." Saying the boys wouldn't object was an understatement and we both probably knew it. I thought that Phyllis had a pretty good idea of the relationship between Sean and Michael, just as I did. It's an instinctual thing with parents. We talked for a few minutes and ended with an agreement we would talk again the next day. In the interim, she would talk with Sean, assuming she could get him off the phone with Mike. When I hung up the phone, I sat at my desk thinking for a few minutes. Sean needed help and, if I could, I would help him. I questioned whether I was really qualified, though. Sean had been through a situation that I had absolutely no experience with. There was something else bothering me, also. The night before, Mike and Frank had connived a way to play sexually with me; that wasn't the problem. My problem was the way Michael wanted to play. Michael had always wanted to be held and pampered. He never hinted that he wanted to be dominated the way he was last night. My question was whether it was experimenting on his part or was it something else? I needed to talk with someone. I needed to talk to David. End Ch Twenty-Seven To Be Continued Comments Welcome: contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com.