Date: Fri, 19 Dec 2008 15:37:37 -0800 (PST) From: adm2780 Subject: Second Time Around Chapter Thirty-One 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". He also has a new Christmas story that should begin posting in this category within the next couple of days. Try it, you'll like it. Chapter Thirty-One: Second Time Around When I awoke Sunday morning, I looked out the window and realized it was barely daybreak. Then I realized what had awakened me. My right shoulder ached. It wasn't a dull ache, but a throbbing, painful ache. David lay next to me with his right leg over my leg, an arm across my chest, and his head cradled into my right shoulder. For my shoulder to ache as badly as it did, I must have been in that position for quite a while. My right arm was around his shoulders. By shifting the arm, allowing my hand to fall to the bed, I got enough relief to leave him where he slept. I was too wide awake by that time to think of going back to sleep. Normally, he was up and moving around before I woke; I smiled to myself. Lying there, I admired David. His body spoke of his youth and vitality. Turning my head, I smelled his hair. Why is it that a young man can smell so fresh? He shifted a little and I lay still, letting him slip back into his restful slumber. His breathing was smooth and gentle. Each time he exhaled, his warm breath moved over my skin. His body radiated warmth. A thought came to me from nowhere; with his skin tone, fire light dancing over his smooth body would look beautiful. * * * * We took the bikes out for another ride. It was one of those crisp, clear winter mornings just cool enough to be invigorating without feeling cold. We both wore sweat suits. Neither of us bothered with underclothes. The soft material rubbing against normally protected body parts felt good. We both rode one of the off-road bikes that belonged to the boys. The first morning, David tried to get cute with me and, thanks to my cruising bike, I gave him a run. Yesterday, we behaved and rode together. This morning, I felt like playing the games again. I didn't run off from him, but I did set a good pace. I had ridden the area enough to know where I had a slight down-hill run and could gain speed quickly without taxing myself. He watched me and grinned. With that look, I didn't care if it took my last breath and ounce of energy, I would never let him know if I was getting tired. We followed the same basic route as the previous two mornings, except that I made a little different turn to increase the distance. This time, we followed Mandarin Road to Loretto, which we then followed to Brady Road. Brady took us back to Mandarin Road, but on the southerly end. We followed Mandarin back to the house. By the time we got home, I didn't have any legs left. They either burned like they were on fire, or felt completely numb. Somewhere between the garage and my bedroom, I managed to lose the sweat suit. It was aptly named because I was sweating like a pig. When I stepped into the shower, I leaned against the wall; leaning was necessary to stay in an upright position. "What's wrong? Can't take it?" David asked with a devilish grin. "Careful, young man. There's still enough of me left to heat up your bottom end!" "Promises. . . promises," he teased and went straight to a lip lock and tongue probe. I didn't tan his bottom. I did get a handful of his already beautifully tanned, tight bottom, and held on tight. * * * * We didn't bother to dress after our shower. With the boys, I was accustomed to them running around nude all the time, and to being nude a good bit of the time myself. With David, it felt different. He always seemed to have a tune or something bouncing around in his head. That was the only reason I could come up with to explain the way he always seemed to bounce and sway as he walked. The sway wasn't an attempt to be effeminate or tease me with his swinging butt, although it did have its effect on occasion. He was just happy; the bounce was natural for him and more than a little pleasant for me. There was something else he did, too. Michael liked to brag about how Little Mikey swung like a pendulum; Little Mikey had nothing on Little Davey. David was busy in the kitchen making some kind of orange sauce. He used orange juice, honey, a touch of liqueur, and orange peel shavings. He added a few other things, but I had no idea what they were. He already had chicken breasts that he placed in a marinade and let set up overnight. I wasn't too sure how it would all taste, but the sauce did smell good. Somewhere along the way, he decided dinner would be in the dining room. As he signaled me to follow, and then headed towards the dining room, he stopped to turn on some music. Quickly looking through the tapes, he plugged in some light jazz, and it was back to work. I was given the task of setting the table while he disappeared into the kitchen again. With the table set, I returned to the kitchen to find two small floral arrangements. He'd used two of the oval serving bowls as a base, styrofoam blocks and flowers we'd purchased at the grocery. "Why two arrangements?" I asked. "One on each side of the main dish." I guess I should have been able to figure that one out. "Set them on the table and then sit in a chair. Make sure we can see over them." "Yes, master," I answered. "Would master like for this lowly servant to pull out some candles?" "No, that would be too formal. If the lowly servant doesn't watch his smart tone, though, master will be forced to tan his bottom." "Promises, promises," I mimicked, laughing as I walked away. With the table set and the remainder of the dishes prepared to be placed in the oven at the appropriate time, we stretched out on the sofa. David turned on the fireplace while I brought us each a fresh cup of coffee. I sat down and turned to stretch my legs out along the sofa. David sat between my legs and leaned back against my chest. Absent mindedly, I ran my fingers through his hair. "Where did you learn to cook like this?" I asked. "It's all part of our training for resort management. It isn't mandatory, but an elective. I chose to attend a culinary school part time for credit. The way I look at it, how can I tell if someone working under my supervision is doing it correctly if I don't know how to do it myself?" We didn't say anything for a few minutes. I just lay there, enjoying him. "When do you finish your program?" I asked. "When I finish my internship, which will be this summer, I have to do an essay. The good thing is I don't have to attend classes for the essay, but I do have to meet regularly with my advisor. All that said, it'll be sometime towards the end of the year and I'll have my masters. Someday, I may want to go for the doctorate, but not right now." "We have a minor problem; you know that, don't you?" I felt him go still, waiting for me to continue. "Somehow, someway, you have totally bewitched me. That almost scares me." "Why?" he asked as he turned and got on his knees, leaning into me. "I didn't know it was possible for me to have the feelings I'm having for you. If I were to . . . ." he put a hard lip lock on me before I could say any more. "Haven't you figured it out, yet? I don't know why or how, or even what, but from that first meeting I knew where I wanted to be and who I wanted to be with." He reached down for another tongue twisting kiss. He broke the kiss just before I passed out from a lack of oxygen. "We have to get dressed. Our company will be here soon." When he put his foot on the floor and started to step away, I grabbed his arm and pulled him back on top of me. Wrapping my left arm around his shoulders, I twisted us so he slipped between me and the back of the sofa. Our arms and legs became entwined while I tried to eat him up. Finally, I did break the kiss and we came up for air. "You're a real horny guy for an old man, aren't ya?" he smiled. "Careful; I can still warm up your bottom," I told him as I lightly slapped his butt. "I got a better idea for that butt. Later, I'll give you a real treat. A lap dance to last you until my next visit." * * * * Mother, Bonnie and the boys arrived a little after noon. The boys headed straight to the refrigerator, rummaging for food. I couldn't believe the four of them acting as though they were starved. I turned towards Mother only to see her laughing. "Guys! We'll be eating dinner soon." "But, Dad, we're hungry now. We haven't had anything since breakfast." Michael complained. "Which was when, three hours ago?" I knew that asking them to wait more than three hours between feedings was a challenge for them. "Okay, give me minute and I'll fix a plate of apples and dip for you." Some of the greatest inventions in the world are the simplest. Whoever developed the simple apple slicer-corer combination had to have had several teenage kids hanging around. It only took a couple of minutes to slice and core four apples. Mother arranged them on a plate while I mixed cream cheese and honey for a dip. Four boys were glued to the breakfast bar. Each boy managed to swallow at least three slices whole. After that, the games began, which meant the emergency starvation problem had been satisfied. When the food was gone, I didn't offer seconds. The boys were told to pull a disappearing act and they would be notified when dinner was served. Bonnie and Mother were examining the new furniture. The usual routine was to look, then feel, and then sit. The furniture seemed to pass the tests. David and I joined them in the pit. "David, it's nice to see you again." Mother's usual greeting. The bonus was when she gave him a hug; something rare for Mother. We worked our way through the usual small talk, occasionally escaping to check on the dinner dishes. The obligatory embarrassing stories were told about me during childhood, including one where Mother mentioned having to fight me to keep clothes on me. That was a story she didn't tell often, and never until she knew someone well. The fact that she told the story gave me some concern. The timer on the stove sounded and David excused himself to take care of things in the kitchen. When he left us I looked at Mother. "Mother, did you have to tell that story?" "Why? Are you embarrassed or ashamed for some reason?" Her tone alone told me she was up to something. I recognized that tone and remembered Dad telling me to watch out when she used it. Without waiting for an answer, Mother walked towards the kitchen to help David. I sat down and kept my mouth shut. Bonnie looked at me and gave me a knowing grin; she also recognized that tone. During dinner, I was a little paranoid. The center of conversation seemed to be on the boys' hopes of trying out, and making, various sports teams at school. David was courteous enough to ask Bonnie about her schooling and how she was doing. Occasionally, I caught both Mother and Bonnie giving me a look out of the corner of their eye. The frustrating part was that I had no reason to feel paranoid. What did they know that I was supposed to know and couldn't figure out? After dinner, four of us enjoyed a cup of coffee. The teens decided they could take off and have fun. Mother changed their plans when she suggested they help clean off the table. Four teenagers moaned and stooped like they had just been told they had to eat spinach. Soon, David and Bonnie excused themselves to help the boys. That's when it happened. "I see they are moving along with the construction in the backyard. Would you like to show me how they are progressing?" The translation was that Mother wanted to talk to me in private. We walked outside, each of us carrying a fresh cup of coffee. "Have they given you an indication as to when the pool will be ready for use?" "The tedious part is complete. We expect to be able to fill it in about four to six weeks," I answered. "The boys said you were also putting in a Jacuzzi and gazebo. Where will they be?" "The Jacuzzi will be at the end of the pool. Water will flow over the sides to create a waterfall. The gazebo will be off to the side with a fire-pit in front, for winter." I wanted, really wanted, to ask her to skip the questions and get to the point, but I knew better than to risk letting her think I was being rude; then we would get nowhere. "I think I may have embarrassed my grandsons a little this weekend. We had some very interesting talks." Mother looked at me and I just stood there and waited. "I showed them pictures of them when they were small, running around in the backyard. They were surprised to see they were naked." Again, she looked at me and I could only smile as I remembered the boys running around in her yard. They were like little cherubs. "I mentioned to them they didn't have any tan lines back in those days." She turned to me with that smile. "Frank told me they still don't." What could I do but laugh? She had gotten the boys to admit some things which I was sure she already knew. She had already told them about their dad skinny dipping in the hot tub and let the boys do it. "What was funny to me," Mother continued, "was how much they blushed when they realized what Frank had said. Then all four of them just burst out laughing." "Well, Mother, he was just being honest with you. They don't have any tan lines at the moment." "They laughed harder when I told them you didn't either when you were little. That's when I told them the story about your clothes. We let you run around without them for so long that when we decided you should start wearing clothes, you rebelled. I thought your father was going to die from frustration." Mother then got very serious. "The boys and I talked quite a bit this weekend. It was really impressive how secure they are with themselves. That's a credit to you." She now had that special sparkle in her eye that a parent gets when pleased with their child. I felt relief. "You know, I think I've mentioned this before, but I think it's worth doing again. There were many things that I thought your father should have said and taught you, particularly when you entered your teen years, that I know he didn't. He couldn't; he always said he didn't know how. They were things that a boy needs to know that only a man can teach him. "Has Bonnie said anything to you about Eric?" I shook my head; I had no idea what she was talking about. "We can tell from Michael and Frank that you've taken time to teach them to believe in themselves. They are very secure with themselves, and very trusting in their father. Ever since Eric has been staying over here with you and the boys on weekends, we can see a big difference in him, too. He's much more out-going; not nearly as shy as before. "What I'm leading up to is simple. You've given the boys what they need to be happy and successful. You need to take some of your own advice. I'm your mother. I can look at you and see that special look you get when you're around someone that can make you happy. We both know there will always be people that won't approve of your choice of lifestyle. Hopefully, your father and I were able to teach you to not worry about such people. As long as I know you're happy, and my grandchildren are happy, you'll never hear me complain. If anyone in the family wants to object, I'll be more than happy to discuss the matter and correct their perceptions." When she finished, she reached up and gave me a little kiss on the cheek, and then patted the side of my face. Was I being matronized? Mother turned and walked inside. She stopped before we got inside. "By the way, I suppose I should warn you that the boys plan on ganging up on you. Be prepared." "Ganging up on me?" I asked, "About what?" "Did I ever tell you that I thought you would look distinguished with a little gray hair?" There was that smile and twinkle in her eyes again. She turned to walk inside and the conversation was over. Once inside, Mother went to the kitchen and placed her cup on the counter. When she returned, she asked Sean to show her his new room. I decided the best thing I could do was sit down while the boys took their grandmother on a tour. I wasn't sure why, given she had helped decorate their rooms, but I didn't ask either; it wouldn't have made any difference. When they returned, it was apparent that Mother and the boys had been talking and joking around. I didn't ask what was so funny; I was just happy something pleased all of them. The boys had reached the point of acting silly; it was a kid type silly of whispering and poking at one another. When they all sat down the subject of a big cookout to celebrate finishing the backyard came up. Mother did ask if I had a planting plan and I had to admit that I didn't. She suggested that I contact a place called "Pat's" on the other side of the river. Evidently, they would draw up a plan, free of charge, when I bought the plants from them. The boys were quick to tell their grandmother that they were going to help put the plants in and she volunteered to come over and help also. Somehow, I knew that I would need to contract for a couple of helpers because the boys would spend as much time playing as working and Mother would be supervising. There was only one person that lived under that roof that would be working full time. About this time I really felt as though I could use a nap. When I felt someone poking me in the side, it became evident I did more than feel like I could use a nap; I took a nap. Looking outside, I could tell the sun was on the top of the trees, meaning it had to be around five, or later. A couple of deep breaths helped to get the brain functioning and I realized that Mother and Bonnie were headed towards the front door. Mother was giving each of the boys a grandmotherly kiss and saying goodby. They got my attention when she got to Sean. "Thanks for putting up with me, Mrs. G." "Sean, if you're going to be living in this house, all the other boys call me Grandma. If you're comfortable with it, why don't you do the same?" Sean lit up like it was Christmas. Mother then moved to David. "David, I have a favor to ask of you." David waited politely. "The next time you visit, I would appreciate it if you would allow a little extra time and be my guest for lunch or dinner; without Richard, of course. I think we should get to know one another a little better." "The pleasure would be all mine." "Not only is he good looking, but polite, too. Refreshing." Mother looked directly at me as she made the comments. "Why are you looking at me? What did I do to deserve 'pick on Richard day'?" "Stop being so paranoid and walk us out to the car." For some reason I felt as though I had been put through a mill when we walked back inside. The boys were gone. I could hear the shower running and it suddenly occurred to me that Eric didn't leave. It really didn't matter to me. "Come on." David took my arm and started pulling. "I think you could use a nice hot shower and some pampering. You do realize that you fell asleep while your mother was trying to talk to you; don't you? "I don't plan on letting you do that to me tonight," David advised as he led me to the shower. * * * * David had mentioned pampering, and I thought that was an excellent idea. Being cooperative, I merely stood in the shower and let him bathe me. I didn't even offer to turn so the water could rinse the soap off. When he finished with me, I didn't make a move to bathe him. I thought it would be interesting to see how far I could push this. I pushed it all the way. When I had been rinsed, he led me outside the shower where I was patted dry with a warm towel. Following the drying I was led to the sofa in the pit and handed a glass of wine. The press of a button produced a fire and David disappeared to take his own shower. I knew he would make me pay at some point, but it was worth it. Sitting in the dark, except for the firelight, with a glass of wine, time seemed to slip by. The boys appeared before too long. They were all naked and dripping; normal after a shower. I wondered at what age you stop swiping at your body to dry off and actually do a thorough job? "Hey, Dad, where's David?" Frank asked. "He's finishing his shower. He'll be out in a minute." I leaned back and closed my eyes to rest. I couldn't see the boys, but I could hear them. They were whispering something between them. Admittedly, I was curious why they thought it was necessary for them to whisper in front of me. I heard the giggles that said they were just being silly; they were being kids. Ignoring the boys, I set the glass of wine down and decided to stretch out on the sofa. For some reason, that seemed to be a signal for the boys to start whispering again. "Alright fellas, what are you up to? I can hear all the whispering and giggling. You sound like a pack of girls giggling down there." "Dad," Frank tried to sound offended, "you don't have to be insulting." "Who's being insulting?" David had joined us. "Dad is. He said we sound like a pack of girls giggling." "I'd say that all depends on what made you giggle." You could hear the teasing tone in David's voice, causing the boys to jump to the dirtiest conclusion they could and laugh harder. "David," Michael spoke up, hesitantly, "remember what we talked about on the phone the other day?" That caused me to open my eyes and look up; David noticed. "The boys have my phone number and we talk sometimes. They want me to show them some grooming techniques and I told them I would, if we had time. Want to help?" "What kind of grooming techniques?" I should have been able to guess. Frank always had a way of being direct. "We think David looks sexy the way he trims everything and we wanna do the same thing." I looked at them like they had to be nuts, but remembered they were just boys wanting to experiment. I didn't see where there could be any harm and didn't say anything when David asked Eric to go to my room and bring him a particular bag. I just lay there and listened; at least, I thought that's what I would do. The sofa cushion moved a little. I opened my eyes slightly to see David leaning against the front of the sofa. He had dropped to his knees on the floor and appeared to be sitting back on his ankles. He lay an arm across my abdomen and I felt his hand lay over my left pectoral. The lesson then began. "You guys spend a lot of time worrying whether your hair is combed just right or whether the clothes you wear look cool. As much as you like to stay nude, how much time do you spend thinking about how you look? Sure, you check the muscles and want the six pack to show or the pecs to cast the right shadow. You look in the mirror to be sure the body is getting tanned just right. What about the hair that's not on your head?" David paused a moment and I could sense the boys looking at one another. "You have hair under your arms. Have you ever thought you might look neater, or even sexier, if it didn't show when you had your arms by your sides?" The sofa shifted and he pulled my arm down by my side. "Look at your dad's. See the hair sticking out? Look when I tuck it away, out of sight. Now, watch this." He placed my arm so my forearm again lay over my forehead. I felt him pull at the hair under my arm; it tickled and I couldn't help smiling. Then I heard the humming sound; he had barber's shears. When he finished with my right underarm, he just reached over and helped himself to my left underarm. I was trimmed. "Now, doesn't he look a lot neater? One might say he even looks a little sexier?" I could hear a light laugh from the boys. "You could use scissors, but you risk pulling the hair and making him uncomfortable. You could also use a razor, but then you get stubble, which is very uncomfortable when the hair starts growing back in. With these shears, take the guard off and you get real close. For his underarms, I used the quarter inch guard. At a quarter inch, he retains the masculine look, but it's a sexy masculine look. "I brought two more sets of shears and guards. You guys can try it on each other and I'll wait for you to catch up before I do any more." I heard the boys debate over who would do who first. I couldn't resist; I had to watch. After fumbling around with the guards, the one who was able to snap on the guard kept possession of the shears and grinned at his partner. The shears started humming; one set screeched with an effect similar to fingernails being dragged over a chalkboard. Sean took the complaining shears from Mike and made the necessary adjustment. Sean smiled at Mike until he raised his arms. Eric and Mike were the first two to get their arm pits trimmed. Eric looked excited and held both of his arms high and forward for Frank. Mike looked like he wasn't too sure about what was happening and slowly raised his arms one at a time. When it was time for Mike to trim Sean, Mike's attitude improved dramatically. The boys turned the shears off and raised their arms, proudly, for David's inspection and approval. "Okay, looks good. Now, notice that your dad doesn't have much chest hair. A little is nice, but too much isn't. Think of guys you've seen with a lot of hair around their nipples. While you suck the nipple, you're pulling hair through your teeth. That's not a problem here, or with you guys. So, let's drop down to the important areas. "You've heard of a bikini cut, and know what that is, right?" I heard two 'yeahs' and assumed the other two nodded. "Well, for a guy it's called either a Speedo cut or a thong cut. Depends on what you like to wear to the pool or beach." "Hey, Mikey," Frank was getting ready to push buttons. "Shave it smooth and wear that thong thing you got to wear for posin'. Show off your dimpled butt." That caught my attention. I knew that Mike was into body building big time, but I didn't know he had purchased a posing thong. I made a mental note to ask him about that later. "Okay, guys, cool it, now." I wanted to stop this before it had a chance to fester. All I heard in response was a little mumbling that I chose to ignore. "David," Eric sounded excited, and serious at the same time. "What you gonna trim next? His balls?" I must have given Eric a strange look because the other boys burst into hilarious laughter. I wondered how they would like having those shears put on their twins. "Close, Eric, close. We're going to trim his pubes. I'll use the three-eighths comb guard for this area. Notice that your dad has a pretty full growth of pubes. We'll trim off the pubes growing into the crease area at the top of his thigh and just trim and neatin' the pubes above his package. We're just going to trim him nicely so when he sticks his manhood down . . ." "That's Big Daddy," Frank interrupted. "See, he calls mine Little Frankie, Mike's is Little Mikey. When we were a lot littler we called him 'hog balls' 'cause his was so much bigger than ours. We felt kinda funny callin' his pole Dad's Dick or Dad's Cock, so we named it Big Daddy." I could feel David's body shaking as he laughed. I had to bite my tongue. Only my sons would come up with something that absurd. "Okay, so when Big Daddy is going down someone's throat, you don't want the pubes going into someone's nose. Pubes in the nose can tickle and cause problems. If someone sneezes with your pole in their mouth, it could be dangerous." The shears were turned on. "Of course, it's helpful if Big Daddy is out of the way when you're doing this." The next thing I felt was someone, David, licking up the full length of my shaft and then returning to the base and nibbling all the way up the underside. I grabbed two fistfuls of sofa and took a deep breath between clenched teeth. David knew how I would react and was having a good time. "Sensitive, are we?" he teased, grinning from ear to ear while the boys laughed. He looked back at the boys. "Okay, just make sure the important equipment stays out of the way. You can lick it, stroke it, squeeze it, or whatever it takes to keep it firm and under control. Now, watch how I slide the guard through his pubes, then reverse the angle." The boys were all leaning over David's shoulder trying to get a better look at what he was doing. Talk about feeling like your on display and used as a guinea pig! I watched the boys; all four had raging hard-ons and were streaking David with their juices. David ignored them and proceeded with my trim. When David finished with the shears each boy had to stick his fingers in and pull on what was left. "Okay, you guys go ahead and try it on each other and then I'll show you something that not only looks sexy, but feels great." You could hear the shears buzzing. It was interesting, and entertaining, to listen to the squeamish sounds the boys made when the shears got a little too close to the boy parts to suit them. The squeamish sounds were mixed with whimpers and whining when their partner decided to swallow as much of the boy pole as possible; the sole purpose, of course, was to protect the boy part. Eric bent over and practically had his nose touching Frank's pelvis; he was inspecting one pube at a time. There was no doubt that the boys were having a real good time teasing one another. Poor Eric, when it was his turn for Frank to do the trimming, looked as though he was going to leap off the floor. Instead, he grabbed Frank's head and started pumping like crazy. Sean and Mike started chanting, urging him on to shoot off in Frank's mouth; they got their wish. Not to be left out, Mike and Sean started pumping one another while they encouraged Eric. When it was obvious from Eric's cries and moans that he was unloading in Frank, Mike and Sean dropped to a sixty-nine like it had been choreographed. David and I watched. David either deliberately, or subconsciously, stroked Big Daddy during the show. "God, look at all the hair we cut off!" Eric exclaimed. "Yeah," I said sarcastically, "I think all four of you got off more than just hair." David laughed a little and then continued as though I hadn't said anything. The four boys turned a nice, pale crimson. "Yeah, and just think, every time you went down on Frank, you've been flossing your teeth with all that." Sean laughed; the teenage sense of humor. Sean then became a little more serious. "What was the sexy feelin' part?" "I'll show you. Oops, we need to get Big Daddy out of the way again." David was nibbling at the bottom of the shaft again; I gritted my teeth and remained quiet. He worked his way to the top and took a lot longer than necessary. I drew a sharp breath between clinched teeth; the boys laughed. "Put the shears away, and pull out a safety razor. I've known guys to do this with a straight razor, but I wouldn't recommend it. We're going to shave the hair off our scrotum, a/k/a balls. That's why I said I wouldn't recommend using a straight razor. Too close to vital equipment." "Whose scrotum do you think you're going to put that razor on? How about showing them by shaving yourself?" I was feeling more than a little trepidation. Now, I had let them have their fun, using me as a guinea pig, but this might just be too much. He was right about the vital equipment. It wasn't helping any that he kept squeezing my shaft while he talked. He pushed against the inside of my thighs. I sighed and let him spread my legs apart. Talk about showing trust! "The scrotum is one of the most sensitive areas on your body. Shave the hair off and you won't believe how good it's going to feel when you slip on a pair of briefs; they massage you with every step. You'll stay at least half-hard all the time." Exclamations of "oh, man!" or "cool!" or "me first" were heard randomly. Then I felt the razor touch me and sat straight up. I just looked at David. Four teen faces were staring at me over his shoulder, grinning. I had a right to be concerned about my own private parts. "Lay back and relax," David advised, "I do my own all the time." David turned his attention back to the boys. "Now, if you really want an experience, you could use some shaving cream. They make some that's warm when you put it on. Just think how it would feel to have someone rubbing warm cream into your sac." "Oh, man, we gotta try that one. That's gotta be cool." Someone whispered. The question in my mind was simple: why didn't someone rub warm shaving cream into me? Thinking about it, I realized that he did keep his scrotum shaved; it was sexy, too. The skin was as soft as any you could imagine. I remembered what it was like to let his scrotum lay in the palm of my hand. I could feel his testes as they moved through their protective sac. I lay there thinking that I was really laying on my sofa, in the pit, letting David use me to show the boys how to shave their bodies. It was both stupid and funny, and a little exciting, all at the same time. I couldn't help laughing as I first heard, then had to watch, the boys. Anytime one got near the other's package with a razor, even a safety razor, the tension level rose drastically. I knew there was little chance of injury with a safety razor, so I lay there and enjoyed the show. Eric worked on Frank, who was really nervous, but tried not to show it. Eric kept swallowing Little Frankie to keep him out of the way. Eric's actions caused Frank's expressions to jump from panic, to fear, to ecstasy. Frank lay on his back with is knees drawn part way up and pointing out. You could see the tension in his legs and abs as he covered his face, waiting for Eric to finish. Sean and Mike were going through the same routine. Mike did real well; he should have, the way Sean shaved him. Sean made one light stroke with the razor and then a full stroke down Little Mikey. Every third stroke was accompanied with a kiss or lick along the shaft. Mike was squirming, but it wasn't from fear; he was having trouble keeping himself under control. Sean just looked at David and grinned; he knew exactly what he was doing to Mike. When Sean had to lay down for his shave, he tried to talk Mike into letting David do it. He argued David would be faster and they could get to the fun part that much sooner. Mike was having none of that argument. I looked at David who was laughing as hard as I was. I reached over and gave him a kiss, pushing my tongue deep. A sharp twist of a nipple was added for emphasis. He melted into me and I tongued his ear while the boys completed their task. When the boys were finished, they felt and looked at each others scrotum, as well as their own. All four boys had a look of absolute relief. Eric looked like he had been close to tears from fear. Frank and Sean were both panting from holding their breaths. Mike was up on his knees bouncing his sac in the palm of his hand. The four boys stood for inspection and to receive their praise from David. After the inspection David told them it was time to teach them something special. David pushed me back down on the sofa. As he did, he lay over me and whispered in my ear for me to just lie there because what he was about to do should be hilarious. I lay there as he sat up and shifted so he sat over my pelvic area. "Now, fellas, I'm going to show you how to do a lap dance." That statement was followed by exclamations of approval from the audience. "Is it safe to assume that all four of you did what I suggested earlier?" The boys nodded while I gave him a questioning look; I was ignored. "Okay, all four of you need to get on your knees and watch me while I explain this." The boys couldn't move fast enough. "You have to straddle the person's lap. Also, it's important to be sure that the object of the center of activity is properly prepared and firm." With that he deliberately slid down towards my feet, slowly, dragging his scrotum over Big Daddy's head. Not satisfied, he bent over and began a little felatio, making more slurping and moaning sounds than was necessary. The action had an immediate effect on the audience which was about to start drooling. The boys reached out and grabbed a handful of boy meat next to them. I grabbed the sofa. "Now, slide back up into position. Make sure you hook your feet over the top of your partner's thighs. This way you use your leg muscles to control movement. Wait! Not yet." The boys wanted to imitate his movements. The next thing I knew David lifted up and came down on Big Daddy, trapping the head just inside his sphincter; I moaned. "You want to slide down just past the glans and clamp on tight." He kept talking like it was nothing. I had to lift my head and look. David had done just what he said and was grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat. "Okay, guys. I'm sorry, but you'll need to empty your hands for a minute; we're getting to the fun part. Lean back, keeping your body at a thirty to forty-five degree angle. This is where muscle control comes into play. Squeeze with the sphincter and roll the muscles up your abdomen and back down. As the roll moves up, release the sphincter. As you roll back down, finish with the sphincter clamp. Let's see you guys do it a few times. That's it. You can also swivel your hips and it'll tease the glans." He did and I nearly jumped off the sofa. The boys just laughed and I could see enough to let me know they were ready to do something beside sit on the floor. "Okay, two of you need to lie down." Frank and Sean wound up on the floor. Eric and Mike immediately moved into position, looking up at David for his approval. The two boys bent down to make sure the boy poles they would impale themselves with were good and hard. When they were ready, they moved into position. "Alright, nice and easy. If you go down too far you lose part of the sensations." The boys eased down and you could tell by their expressions when the sphincter snapped into place. Both boys also leaned back and tried rolling their muscles. Mike did have good muscle control and was giving Sean a good feeling, judging from the whimpering we could hear. "Something else you can do is swivel your hips around. Turn clockwise and then reverse yourself. Something else, and this will require practice. Watch Big Daddy." All eyes turned our way as David rolled his abs, and contracted his sphincter. "I'm pulling Big Daddy just using my anal muscles." All four boys strained to watch Big Daddy disappear. "You can push it back out, or alternate, using the same muscles. Leaning back, you can use your leg muscles to bounce up and down and you should feel something special." "OOOHHHH GAAAHHDD!" Eric exclaimed. "YEAH! OOOHHH MAAAN!" "AAAAAHHHH!! . . .MMMMPPPPHHH!" Eric and Mike started crying out first. They weren't in pain and I knew they had discovered how to stroke their own magic spot. They didn't show any signs of wanting to ease up, either. It was funny to lie there, with David still impaled on me, and watch the boys pumping themselves up and down. We couldn't tell who got the most pleasure, the two on the floor or the two on top. All four were beginning to sweat. "That's it, guys. Experiment with it. There's no limit to what can be fun and feel good. You can get into all kinds of combinations of three or four if you use your imaginations. Pump yourselves up and down, don't forget to circle your hips. Frank, Sean, you guys can hump your hips up or hold your partner down. Remember, that while you're pleasing your partner, there's no rule that says you can't please yourself. Sometimes, it's more fun to give the pleasure. Sometimes, it's fun to take the pleasure." That did it! Watching the boys go wild and listening to their whimpering, like little puppies, was too much. I pulled David down to me and rolled him over on the sofa. Grabbing his legs, I pulled them high so I had a great angle on where big Daddy lay embedded. Our grunts and whimpering joined with the boys. David had gotten a full fledged orgy going with the boys. The friction of Big Daddy pumping in and out of his butt should have heated his backside up real good. If that didn't do it, I had no problem working his nipples. When I finally reached my peak, I leaned down and bit the base of his neck; sucking, I branded him. He unloaded almost simultaneously with me. I collapsed on top of him, trying to hold most of my weight on his elbows. All four boys lay on the floor, covered in sweat and boy nectar; panting. "Okay, boys! Off to bed with you!" I didn't wait for them to respond. I heard the boys moaning and complaining. Standing, I reached down for David, picked him up and put him over my shoulder. "Look, Big Daddy's still up," Mike so kindly observed and announced. "Yeah, I bet somebody's 'bout to get another good poundin'." Frank's impish laughter left no doubt who was doing the commentary. "Good night, boys! Don't forget to get a shower; a fast one," I called out without looking back. I put David on the bed and he wrapped his legs around me. I lay over him and went after his neck. The pit orgy was fun and games. This was more. David pulled me down for a passionate kiss. I bore my tongue into him. Finally, we broke for air. "You're not upset are you?" "No. You do realize though that you got the two of us involved in a mini-orgy with the boys." "Yeah, I know. It was one of their fantasies and I told them I'd do it. I know each one of them shot at least once and they couldn't keep their hands off one another. They were really kind of cute. Teens in heat. They ended kind of messy, too." "The teens weren't the only ones in heat." I started teasing every sensitive part I knew as we talked. God, he felt good. He felt hot and sexy. I was going to pound his butt good before I finished; he would pound mine. We both counted on it. He pulled me down for another kiss and then pushed me away. I looked into his eyes, which were filled with mischief and caring. He smiled. "Wait till you hear about their other fantasies." End Ch Thirty-One