Date: Thu, 21 May 2009 16:23:07 -0700 (PDT) From: adm2780 Subject: Second Time Around Ch Thirty-Eight 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, then why are you here? NOTE: Special thanks to Matthew for his time and efforts proof reading and editing the chapters. Matthew just posted a new short story that is actually an observation and appreciation of one of the finest things we have. Look under adult/youth for "The Best Design Of All". Chapter Thirty-Eight: Second Time Around Sixteen years worth of training and experience had taught me to sleep through almost anything. I have to say almost anything because the one thing that would wake me is the sound of my sons. Usually, particularly on weekends, I would hear them arguing over the remote and what cartoons they would watch until their mother or I got up. However, my sons were teenagers now and, as far as I knew, they no longer watched cartoons on weekends. That knowledge, plus the noise they were making, didn't alarm me, but it did make me curious. Looking out the window, I could tell it was daybreak, but the sun wasn't up. Why were the boys up? I continued to lay in bed and listen, relaxing when I recognized the silly laughs of teen boys acting half their ages. Every few moments I could hear one of them say something or holler, but I couldn't make out enough know what was going on. Soon, though, I did realize that the sounds didn't appear to be coming from the direction of their bedrooms. Slipping out of bed, careful not to disturb David, I quietly walked out of my bedroom to investigate. The boys were not only not in their bedrooms, they were not in the house. When I stepped into the family room I could see the boys out by the pool; by it and in it. They were chasing one another around the pool, running onto the diving board and not being too careful to avoid the belly flops. When one boy got out of the pool there would be another to push him right back in. All six boys were out there, all six in their natural state of dress, and all six acting like little kids having a great time. Rather than disturb the boys, I decided to just relax inside and watch them. I was getting as much pleasure out of watching them horse around as they were having horsing around. The boys were getting old enough that I could appreciate the fact that there may not be too many more opportunities such as this. I didn't want to waste the chance. While I watched them, I heard the coffee pot come on. Looking at the clock, I could tell it had come on at the customary time when I had to get ready for work; someone forgot to turn it off. Soon, I was surprised when a hand, holding a steaming cup of coffee, appeared in front of me. "I thought I left you sleeping?" "You did, for the most part. I knew you got up and when you didn't come back to keep me warm, I decided to find out why." David leaned towards me and we kissed. It wasn't a deep, lusty kiss. It was a kiss of two people who care for one another and enjoyed reminding each other of that simple fact regularly. "What are they doing?" David asked as he turned to watch the boys. "Acting like boys and having fun," I answered. "I don't know why they got up so early, but I heard them fooling around and decided to check for myself. I've just been standing here, watching and enjoying. I thought about pulling out the video but I don't think there's enough light. Besides, if they knew we were watching them, it would change everything. Right now, they're just six boys acting like six care-free kids. That's what I want to remember." We stood there a few more minutes without saying anything. David stepped near me and I reached an arm around his waist. Without making the conscious choice, I pulled him in front of me and wrapped my arms around him. The warmth of his body felt nice; his scent was intoxicating. We enjoyed standing there like that. It wasn't anything sexual; it was deeper. You feel a relaxation and peace when holding someone that means everything to you; the sight of the boys playing, family the way it should be, just enhanced the moment. Michael broke the moment. Mike got out of the pool with Craig chasing him. Brian got out on the other side of the pool to cut Mike off. They were all laughing, including the other three who appeared to know what was said or done to set this little scene off. Mike stopped and began doing some hip thrusts. First at Craig, and then at Brian, or vice-versa; at the twins anyway. Then he put both hands behind his head and thrust his whole package at the twins. What could I say? I doubted seriously that Mike would ever be accused of being overly cultured. "What is he up to?" I asked. "Shhhh, just watch. The three of them were evidently fooling around in the pool and it looks like Mike was either dared to do something or he said he was going to do something the others didn't care for. Watch Mike; better yet, watch Little Mikey." Little Mikey appeared to be growing when Michael reached down and began to stroke himself. He started pumping up and down like he was going to either sprain Little Mikey or break it off. "STOP HIM!" one of the other boys yelled. I think it was Eric. "Don't let him spunk our pool!" The twins quickly moved in on either side of Mike with Sean behind Mike. With two holding, Mike struggling, but Sean pushing, Mike was soon underwater. He came up hollering with the others laughing. When Mike got out of the pool, Little Mikey was just hanging. David and I stood inside, laughing. David shook his head and turned to me. "I don't think I can stand here and watch this anymore. If I know those boys like I think I do, they'll be in here soon looking for something to eat. Maybe we should get started with breakfast." It was a statement, not a question. He gave me a light kiss as he turned towards the kitchen. I swatted him on the butt as he walked off. "If you don't mind," David started as he opened the refrigerator, "I'd like to fix the boys some of my special French toast. I usually serve it with some fresh fruit and bacon. Think the boys'll mind?" "I think the biggest problem you'll have is making enough. My boys love French toast, especially when Mother prepares it for them. I've never been able to come up to the standard, if you know what I mean?" David just smiled. "Well, I have a feeling this will be just a little different then your mother's. It looks like we have plenty of oranges and grapefruit. Suppose you start peeling the fruit and we'll let the bacon thaw a little while I mix up some special dip." At first, I didn't see anything quite so special about the dip David was making. He used eggs, milk, salt, pepper, and then added some vanilla extract; so far, standard fair. After he set up the grill, I saw the big difference. "The trick behind my French toast and standard fair is the bread I use, cinnamon raison, Pepperidge Farms brand preferred. I picked it up on the way in." He looked at me and smiled. "Okay, I'll admit it. I've never had French toast made with cinnamon raison bread. Hope that doesn't qualify me as totally backwards. Is that the only difference?" The look he gave me said I had to wait to find out the rest. While David did his magic on the food, I took care of what was important to me and poured myself another cup of coffee. I could peel and slice fruit and enjoy a little 'starter fluid' at the same time. David didn't say much more, he just kept moving. Bread was dipped and dropped on the grill. While that cooked he was placing bacon on a tray for the microwave. I was standing there smiling to myself while I thought about Michael's reaction to all this. He was going to die when he spotted all these calories. "Since the boys seem to be occupied outside, think we should serve breakfast on the patio, buffet style?" "Sounds good, no sense in letting them get the house wet. Is the toast ready?" "Almost, I just need to put on the toppings." I turned around to watch what he was doing. To each slice he added a small patty of butter. Then the surprise came. We always used pancake syrup. David drizzled each slice with a little raw honey and then a light, light sprinkling of powdered sugar. These kids were going to be totally hyper after all this. I picked up some plates to take outside, and when I saw the boys, stopped dead in my tracks. "David, look at this; you won't believe it." I set the plates down and reached for my video camera. David started laughing while he watched Michael and the twins. Eric stood off to the side drooling. The three boys stood side by side, their arms around one another's shoulders. They were bent over at an almost forty-five degree angle rocking from side to side. It was obvious what they wanted to swing in unison. "God, Rick, these kids are priceless." "No they're not," I answered, smiling, "how much would you charge me to take them?" When we walked outside, the three boys stopped their little game and looked up at David and me; they were blushing. I didn't say anything, but my little smile let them know that I had seen them. "Hey, food!" Eric and Frank screamed almost simultaneously. "Guys, would one of you care to explain that little game you were just playing?" I asked and watched the twins' faces turn crimson. Not Michael. "We was just playin', Dad," Mike answered as though it should have been obvious. "You heard of the three Muskateers? We was gonna be the Three Swingin' Dicks." He was grinning from ear to ear. "I don't know 'bout the swingin'," Frank interjected, "but I'll vouch for the 'dicks' part." "Alright, that's enough. No picking or fighting. Remember, we're having company this afternoon for the cookout. You guys need to clean this patio off and make sure all the chairs and tables are set up." Nothing more was said outside of how great David's French toast was. I didn't hear the first word on the fruit and bacon, after all the hard work I put in. Of course, I'm the parent; why should I expect compliments? As we neared the end of the meal, another thought occurred to me. "How come you guys are out here so early? Usually, you head to your rooms and we hear noise for a while and you sleep late." "We decided we were tired after you worked our asses off yesterday. We reversed everything," Frank answered with that mischievous grin of his. "We went to sleep early and decided to get up early for the fun stuff. It was easier to come out here to clean off than . . . ." I held my hand up letting him know I didn't need to hear anymore. Even David was laughing. "Hey, Dad," Mike called out, "remember, we gotta go do some quick shopping." The reminder was 'teenager' for 'we need money'. * * * * After the boys swallowed their breakfast, it didn't take long for them to get dressed and reappear. They didn't say anything, they didn't need to when they hung around so close I kept having to walk around them. David kept watching the boys and I knew someone was going to blow the secret if I didn't run the boys out. Finally, it was time for the mall to open so I gave them fifty dollars and told them to get lost. Mike protested that fifty probably wasn't enough, so I gave them their allowances and said they could all chip in. With the boys out of the way, the clean up and beginning preparations for the afternoon moved much more quickly, and smoothly. While David finished the cleanup, I began the afternoon preparations. One of my favorite foods is English cut ribs cooked slow, real slow, on the grill. They also happen to be one of the simplest entrees to prepare. I simply place a couple of racks of ribs on foil, smother them with barbeque sauce and teriyaki, with a light sprinkling of brown sugar, seal the foil and place them over a low flame for about three hours. While the ribs do a slow cook, it's easy to add mushrooms, corn on the cob, or any other veggies you may want. While I was busy with the grill, David made himself busy with casserole dishes that included baked beans and green beans almandine. No cookout is complete without chips, slaw, garlic bread, and the usual pickle tray. It may sound like a lot, but only took us about thirty minutes to get the basic prep work completed, and the boys were still not home. We looked at the clock and knew we had a little over three hours before anyone was to arrive. This was our time. "Well, the boys have already tried out the pool and I didn't hear any complaints," I commented. "Want to see how the heater works?" "We better," David answered, smiling. "If I know the boys we probably won't have any more private time in the pool the rest of the weekend." After double checking the preparations, we literally ran out to the pool. As I approached the edge, I suddenly felt two hands on the small of my back and I was thrust forward. I didn't fight it; I didn't try to grab him. I just went with the flow and waited for him to join me. When I came up, he was about to hit the water. I took a deep breath and dropped back down. It was easy to grab the dangling anchor and pull him down. It was funny to watch him kick until I was ready to let go. "Hey," he hollered as we broke the surface, "that doesn't grow back if you pull it off, ya know!" "I wasn't trying to pull it off. I just wanted to make sure I got what was attached," I answered as I pulled him into my arms for a gentle kiss. Rolling onto my back, I pulled him along with me as we swam to the side. Maneuvering to the bench along the side, I sat down. David turned and spooned his back into me as I nuzzled his neck. Even in the pool I marveled at his scent and the youthful mixed feelings of soft skin over firm muscle. I couldn't help it; I rubbed my nose all through his hair as my hands traveled up and down his sides. Holding him like this was heaven to me; I didn't need to do anymore. But that was me, not David. He leaned back into me as I nibbled his ear and teased his nipples. David had the most sensitive nipples and I always enjoyed playing with them. With a slight rub here and there, accentuated with a little pinching and pulling, David would begin to squirm. When he squirmed, he was sitting right on top my manhood and I began to take deep breaths. He turned to face me, straddling my lap. "For an old man, you sure do get horny." He grinned, and then, "OUCH!" I pinched and twisted two youthful nipples. "Careful who you call old, boy. This old man could still show you a thing or two." "Promises, promises," he teased back. "Want me to show you a nice lap dance?" Without waiting for an answer, he began to squirm around in my lap. With his left hand he reached down and held my member as he slowly rocked back and forth, rubbing my head over his sensitive spot. He took a deep breath and moaned. Lifting him a little gave him more room to tease himself, and gave me better access to his neck and nipples. Placing my hands at the bottom of his rib cage, I pushed him back. With his back arched, I tongue bathed his nipples, pausing occasionally to nibble them. God! He tasted so good. I was hard. As hard as I possibly could be; he no longer needed to hold my member and guide it to his pleasure spot. He sat at the right height to keep the head in place as he continued to pleasure himself and tease me. With both hands free, he placed them on my shoulders, holding himself so that I could continue to savor his body, and I did. Holding him there, not wanting him to move, I tongued and nibbled my way up one side and down the other, crossing his firm chest, pausing momentarily to rub his puffy nipples along the outline of my lips. I didn't feel his hand leave my shoulder, but it did. He shifted slightly and then, suddenly, he fell down. "AAAHHHH! . . .OOOHHHHHH GAAAHHHDDD!" he cried out as he threw his head back and took two deep breaths. In one quick move he had impaled himself on me. At first, it frightened me. I thought he might have hurt himself. After releasing his second deep breath he looked at me. His eyes were filled with a crazed lust as he attacked my neck and branded me. His lips never left me as he kissed and suckled all around my neck and head. I felt his fingers playing inside my ear canal. Grabbing a fistful of hair, he pulled my head back and kissed me. It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was a kiss demanding passion and animal sex. All the while, his hips never stopped their undulating motion as he continued his lap dance. As he rode me, he humped himself into my abdomen. I sat there, letting him have his way. Normally, I was the one to be dominant over him. This time he demanded his turn, and he took it; and I loved it. As he nibbled and sucked my neck, I ran my fingernails up and down his side and back. When I felt his nipples, I grabbed them and tried to not let go. He whimpered and cried like a puppy in heat, I moaned and grunted like an animal in need. Like the many times before, whether gentle or lust filled, raw sex, it always comes to an end. When we exploded, it was a mighty explosion as his cum gushed between us and washed around the pool. My cum filled his very being. "Jesus! You two need a room." David and I turned, shocked. There stood Frank, Eric and Sean, grinning like Cheshire cats, two of them blushing crimson. It was Frank, naturally, that had made the comment. "Don't you boys know it's not polite to stare at people sometimes?" I asked, trying to sound irritated, but almost too winded. "Mr. G, we didn't mean to," Sean plead. "When we walked in it was right at the end and I never saw or heard two people sound so caught up in a orgasm. It was awesome!" Suddenly, Sean realized what he had just said and turned a darker shade of crimson, if that was possible. "Oh my God! Mr G, I'm sorry, please . . .I didn't . . .I mean . . ." "Sean." I tried to get his attention. "Slow down, son. Everybody in this house knows what goes on and we aren't going to become prudes at this point." "Yeah, but Dad!" Frank interjected. "You expect us to swim in that pool now?" "Seems to me this morning there were six boys swimming naked in this pool. Those same six boys pretty much said in plain language they had sex before coming out here. If I'm not mistaken I would be willing to bet at least two of those boys had gotten their butts filled by at least two other boys and used the pool for a good flushing. Anyone care to argue?" All three boys now looked sheepish. "Where's Mike and the twins?" "Well, when we came in and saw what you two was doin', Mike and the twins nearly creamed their pants. My guess is theyre in the bedroom creamin', just not their pants." Frank finished with a grin. David and I just rolled our heads back and laughed. * * * * Mother and Bonnie arrived around twelve thirty with Billy Raulerson right behind them. This was supposed to be a mostly family affair, but since I had Billy's twin nephews as guests I thought we might as well ask Billy to join us. He knew me when I was small, was a good friend of my parents, and he was helping me with Michael's muscle posing program. Mother and Bonnie brought some more food and Billy brought wine. The boys were good after the little session with us by the pool and quickly traded jeans and t-shirts for board shorts. I didn't insist on them wearing a shirt around their grandmother since I knew they would be in and out of the pool. What surprised me a little was that Mother and Bonnie brought their suits, also. Mother was known to be a good swimmer and I was always told she was a good diver, although I couldn't remember having ever seen her dive. As usual, Mother managed to show us that the rumors were true. She didn't do anything fancy, but when she dove, she cut the water like a sharp knife into warm butter. It was amazing how effortlessly she could swim, also. The boys, always ready for a little rough housing around the water, stood and watched very respectfully. When they tried diving the way Mother did, she had the patience of Job, giving them pointers and watching the looks of satisfaction on the boys' faces when they accomplished something new. There was lots of admiring the new landscaping and the changes we had made to the house, but you can only do so much of that type of thing, particularly with six hungry teenage boys. When I announced that the food was being laid out buffet style, the boys, without being told, excused themselves, returning fairly quickly wearing dry shirts. I was pleased that they had not totally reverted to being heathens. During our meal, Michael was quite animated at explaining to his grandmother that he was working with the twins at body building and hoped to be able to compete in the teen category one day. Mother gave him a compliment about how she thought he looked very muscular, and masculine, now, and asked why he couldn't compete now. Then she thought to ask how they competed? Michael promptly stood, removed his shirt, and hit a few poses, much to Mother's amusement. However, she did make sure that she did nothing to embarrass him or discourage him. She passed on wanting to know what they wore to pose in; something I was thankful for at the moment. Mike also announced they might attend a show in a couple of weeks. "Mike, if you're talking about the show in Orlando, it's held at the hotel I'm working at. I understand they do this show every year," David commented. "Really?" Mike was now excited, everyone else amused. "So, you've seen 'em do a show? What's it like?" "I've only seen one show, Mike, but I can tell you it's interesting. These guys, and teens, are very serious about their body building. When they pose, the idea is to show off muscular development in a way that's entertaining. Most of them have music and a choreographed show." "He's right, Mike," Billy interrupted. "This is the show I said I wanted to take you boys to so you can see what happens and how the contests work. Still interested?" "You bet," Michael answered without pausing. "We can go, can't we, Dad?" "If you like, I can make reservations for you. If I do the reservations, you can get them at a substantial discount," David offered. "Cool," three boys responded in unison. As we finished eating, the boys managed to excuse themselves on the pretext of washing their hands. They were actually sneaking out to the cars to bring in the surprises. Frank and Sean walked in carrying a cake. I was even surprised when I saw it. Mother had baked sheet cakes and then assembled them like layer cakes. The cakes were white with banana pudding filler between layers. White icing covered the top and sides. Also along the sides and edge of the top was shredded coconut. On top it read 'Happy Birthday, David' and there were three candles sitting in two opposing corners. The other boys followed with presents. David was caught totally off guard and the look on his face was priceless. David was almost in tears and I knew why. He had told me that since being abandoned by his family and cared for by his mentor, he never had a real birthday party with the cake and presents, and family, since his mid-teen years. We wanted to change all that. I knew when the boys went to the mall that morning, they were picking up a present for David; I didn't know what. I gave him a ring with his birthstone flanked by a couple of diamonds. It wasn't anything gaudy by any means. It was a little conservative, intended that way for taste. The boys gave him a leather thong necklace, very similar to the ones they wore for casual wear. I think it was their way of telling him that he was accepted as part of the group, not that he needed to be told. I watched the boys' faces as he opened the package and noted they whispered among themselves. Something else was up. I knew my curiosity would be satisfied at some point. Mother handed David an envelope that was, obviously, a card. When he opened it, there were two tickets inside for Cirque du Soleil, one of my favorite shows. I just assumed one of the tickets was meant for me. "David, Cirque du Soleil is one of Richard's favorite shows and, we hope you will enjoy it also," Mother commented as soon as David pulled the tickets out for everyone to see. "Bonnie and I thought the two of you might appreciate being able to go someplace where you could just concentrate on the two of you. Therefore, later tonight, the boys will be coming over to my house to spend the evening. Tomorrow, we will all go to the club and the boys can enjoy their little skimming boards. The plan is to stay there most of the day, and the two of you could join us for dinner after the show." "Mrs. G." David had to choke back a tear. "That is nice, very nice. Thank you." David didn't say any more as he discreetly leaned into me. The emotion in his voice was genuine. We sat around talking for a little while longer. Naturally, Mike and the twins moved back to talking about the upcoming contest and kept trying to get more information from David about what had gone on at the contests in the past. David kept having to remind them that he had only seen one competition and there weren't any teens in that one. He had seen the file, knew about the upcoming schedule, and noticed there was a teen category for this contest. David did tell the boys that some of the employees who were around during the contests commented on how good looking the teens were with their defined muscles and tans. There were also a few comments about what the boys wore, or, more accurately, how little they wore. When the subject matter kept focusing on the body building contest and what went on, Mother decided it was time for her to leave. She made sure the boys knew to be at her house by seven thirty and they could bring a movie. She would prepare a light meal or snack so they didn't pass out from starvation. Billy Raulerson agreed to let his nephews stay with the boys at Mother's and he would pick them up at the club the next day; he was also expected to join us for dinner. After all the hugs and admonishments for the boys to behave themselves, admonishments that everyone probably knew were a waste, Billy, Bonnie and Mother left. I walked them to the door and then outside. As we walked through the door, the boys began to move back into the house. I had a feeling that the something that I knew was up was about to happen. Not worrying about it, David and I stood outside making plans to meet everyone the next day. While we talked, Frank stuck his head out the door and called to David. Mother told him to head back inside; she was sure it was something at least the boys thought was important. Mother and I talked a few minutes, mostly about Michael. I still had some reservations about this body building thing. My concerns centered mostly around Mike exercising enough self-discipline to not take on more weight than his body could properly handle. As a teenager, he thought he was almost grown and trying to convince him that his body was still growing and there was still a degree of softness to the bones and joints was like talking to a brick wall. Mother reminded me that part of being a teenager was believing the parental generation was too conservative and overly protective. Besides, everyone knew that parents had no way of understanding how their kids felt or thought. If that wasn't enough, I was reminded of a couple of examples. My second concern was for his safety, but I couldn't really discuss the reasons with Mother. Michael was a good looking kid. He had a body most boys would die for and the kind that certain types of adults would commit a felony over. This issue was compounded by Mike's innate trust of every person around him. He saw no reason why anyone would ever want to do him harm. He thought the idea that someone might want to jump his bones and rape his little bubble butt was confirmation of his working out to improve his body. Besides, ask him and he had no trouble telling you that he had a very cute and talented ass and if someone did try to rape him, it would be the best piece of ass they ever had. Yeah, I could really see me trying to discuss this with my mother. While we talked, I helped Mother put everything in her car. She had left the silver tray with the cake which was so big it would take a week for the boys to finish it. She didn't mind leaving the tray, but the cake server was something else. The server was part of a silver service she and Dad had received as a wedding gift. Such items were rarely let out of her sight. "I'll run in and get it for you real quick. Don't worry," I told her. When I walked inside, I stopped dead in my tracks. While I was outside talking to mother and making plans for the next day, six boys had removed their shorts and now pranced around in matching white thongs. In the middle of all this was David, also in a white thong. I just took a few steps forward and stood behind Frank who was doing a few suggestive gyrations. Now I knew what they had been planning. The boys had purchased a white thong for David. Thank God they had enough couth to not give it to him while Mother and Bonnie were here. That's when the second surprise hit me. Mother had followed me into the house. Since she stood barely over five feet, no one saw her behind me. I didn't know she was there until I felt her hand on my side, pushing me away. She reached out and, using her fingernails, tickled Frank's buns. "Nice tush. It's been a long time since I had the chance to tickle it," she commented quietly to a stunned boy. "AAAAHHHH! GRANDMA!! Your not s'posed ta be here!" Frank cried out as he turned and tried to hide behind the others. Naturally, the other boys did not cooperate with Frank and wouldn't let him hide behind them. It wouldn't have done any good anyway given that all of them were wearing the same thongs. If it was possible for anyone to get sunburned from blushing, Frank was about to let us know. Of course, he was quickly joined by all of the other boys, including David. Mother unabashedly looked at David and smiled. I think he was a little confused, as well as feeling embarrassed, and wasn't sure what to do. He quickly looked around for something, I presume to cover himself, but there was nothing available. He recovered beautifully when he just smiled at Mother. Mother looked at him from head to toe and simply said, "Nice tan." "Thank you," he answered pleasantly, still smiling. Mother located her cake server, retrieved it, and headed for the door. "Grandma, wait," Michael called out. "You don't understand. These are our posing outfits for the contests. You see, we . . ." "Mike," I interrupted, "quit while you just might still be ahead, son." The other boys snickered. Mother leaned towards me as she headed back out the door. "You really do have your hands full, don't you?" If she only knew. End Ch Thirty-Eight To Be Continued Comments welcome: contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com