Date: Wed, 2 May 2012 11:56:50 -0600 From: Rob Loveboy Subject: When-Opportunity-Comes-Knocking-3 I escaped by the skin of my teeth. That was a close call that should have taught me a valuable lesson, and it did until Dianne informed me that she decided to stay over night in Toronto at her sister's place and return Sunday after picking up our daughter at her mother's house. The house would be mine, alone to enjoy Sean and Zack in comfort for the evening. There would be no rush, no use for the loft. Time was on my side to nurture Zack, take him to bed and further his sexual education, mold him into the perfect man pleaser that Sean had once been. I wouldn't make the same mistake with Zack, it would be made clear who the boss was in the bedroom, boys were supposed to be submissive to men, that's how nature meant it to be. Somehow I didn't think that would ever be a problem with Zack. The boys were busy, Sean was routering then burning names in pre-cut plaques and Zack was weather treating them. Believing that people bought the handicrafts assuming they were created by Sean himself, I insisted on him that my role was only that of technical advisor when necessary. He was on his own to market and manufacture his products. I doubted that he was compensating Zack, his sole employee, but he made me proud to watch him and knowing that I changed the direction in his young life. That's what Dianne always said. So what if I was fucking around with him in the process, the end result is all that mattered, I justified to myself. Upon entering the shop, the first words out of Sean's mouth were, "Did she see my boner? -- How fucking embarrassing was that!" "Yes," I teased, with a solemn look, "she thought it was, well,...cute, --that was all,... small, but cute she said!" "Fuck off!" he scoffed, "She probably wants me now! --I'd fuck her, ya know, and like... you'd never find out about it!" he boasted. "Or maybe she'd want a three way and..." "Trust me," I laughed, "the only thing she wants you and me to do together is keep our fucking clothes on around each other from now on!" Sean smirked and giggled, "Like that's going to happen." he then appeared serious, "Are you in shit now? --I mean, see didn't see anything... really." "A boned up man and two boned up boys? --Nah,... that's kewl, happens all the time, right?" I said facetiously, "It's just that we were using her good guest towels. --She'll get over it!" I joked and tousled his hair. Zack, not being the sharpest chisel in the shop, said all too serious, "Ohhh, --that would piss my mom off, too!" causing Sean and I to go into hysterical laughter. I saw that Sean was frustrated, he was falling behind. He had a lot to do and a short time to do it. I had stressed the importance of quality versus quantity in his workmanship and to never sacrifice it under pressure. I chipped in to help and we soon had a production line happening. Before we knew it, having labored well past the dinner hour, Sean's outstanding orders were left to dry for the night and we went into the house to order Chinese food. Earlier, I had told Sean that Dianne was gone for the night and that I wanted him to spend the night. Since he never seemed to have a curfew and was, for all intents and purposes, unaccountable to any adult supervision at home, my invitation was unconditionally accepted with an added bonus. He called Zack's mom and told her that the kid would be sleeping over at his place, a common occurrence that she readily agreed to. I was in seventh heaven, although I was fully aware that his scheme was orchestrated not for my sexual pleasure alone, but a self centered plot to encourage his protege and hand him off to me on a silver platter. While we waited for our food, the boys played my daughter's video games on the family room big screen TV. Sean bellyached that games were "lame" in comparison to his own, but Zack was enjoying the simplicity of it all. His giggles were heart warming, not able to sit still on the floor and flopping around, excitedly maneuvering the hand held controls to and fro, as if positioning was crucial to the space battle at hand. Our stomachs full, the food devoured as only boys can manage to put away in record time without coming up for air, the fortune cookies followed. The little strips of paper were read aloud by all. Sean's read that he would "prosper in his business ventures," Zack's claimed that "a man's wealth is not measured in gold, but by how many friends he has," and mine read "you fucking pedophile pervert, send those boys home, forthwith!" Not really, it was something about love, and life, but it should have read exactly that! The kitchen table looked like we hadn't bothered to use plates, my cock decided the mess could wait, but it, itself couldn't! Upstairs we went, the boys taking them two at a time, then decided to slide down the mahogany railing, giving me a near heart attack at their dare-devilish antics that were replayed twice more! Once in my bedroom, Sean turned on the stereo and tuned it to some station that I often heard emanating from my daughter's room. Hardly would I call it a tune, but both boys, obviously familiar with it, began a synchronized dance routine that I had to admire and joined them to teach me the moves. Inept and cumbersome without the agility of youth, I failed miserably to impress and sat upon the bed and watched instead. Sean began to strip, prompting Zack to follow his lead. Once again, he had assumed control of events, a control freak that had me wrapped around his little finger. Socks, shirts and jeans were slowly and sexily removed until they danced only in their underwear. The bedroom was littered in clothing that some of which was playfully tossed to find its intended mark, a sock looped atop the dresser mirror, another two draped each bedside lamp-shade. I undressed slowly, leaving my own clothes in a heap at the foot of the bed and sat with my cock in hand, lusting as their final garments were removed and chucked to dangle from the candlestick-shaped bulbs of the overhead chandelier, much to their elation and glee. Both were flaccid, which excited me all the more. It was like a sudden epiphany to me, so natural and boyish was their beauty, each at his own wondrous stage of puberty that I am certain nature intended throughout history to tantalize and woo men, and even today, centuries later, still holds some kind of suppressed, primal male instinct to appreciate and rightfully avail oneself of those carnal sexual pleasures if only he could recon with his misguided, societal indoctrinated, moral subconsciousness and express what was meant to be! Sean, of course, kept the erotica in motion while Zack, naive to the sexual overtone that was driving me wild, only giggled trying to mimic the seductive moves of his cock teasing idle. I decided to take a more active role and verbally encouraged them into sexual touching and watched on as their softness was stimulated to life at the hands of the other. Standing belly to belly, cock against cock with fingers jointly entwined, a short, heated session of mutual masturbation ensued. Apparently welcoming the experience, Zack had lost his giddy demeanor and took on a more serious composure which thrilled me. His relaxed, comfortable state of mind would be essential in my quest to take him on his maiden voyage to orgasm. But first, my boy-harem would have to service their man before anything else, the visual erotica was taking its toll on me, and had it continued much longer I would have dropped a load over the teal-blue carpeting at my feet. Spread eagle on the queen-size bed, I motioned Sean to my beck and call with just a nod of my head. No instructions necessary, the two lads assumed positions straddling each of my legs, their boy boners pressed against my thighs. As expected, Sean took control over Zack giving him the finer, experienced details on worshipping my genitalia. Surprising me, he played an active roll whereas I thought certain that he would make Jake be my primary source of pleasure. Down the hall from the master bedroom stood a Grandfather clock. The night after its arrival, I disconnected the hourly chimes that drove me crazy and kept everyone awake. Even still, the tick-tock of the pendulum was quite audible and nerve wracking enough if the bedroom door was left open. For the very first time, I found a use for my wife's family heirloom. I had once read about a gay orgy sex game called, "Russian Roulette Blowjobs." The rules were simple, each participant had ten seconds to vigorously suck one lucky guys cock, the person whom was fortunate, or unfortunate enough, depending on how you looked at it, to be on the receiving end of the orgasm was declared the winner and entitled to receive any sexual act of their choosing, performed by any one individual, or all other players if desired. Usually, it was a repeat performance of the game. I decided to implement the game for several reasons, 1) because I could; 2) make it a game kind of thing for Zack's sake; 3) prevent Sean from his habit of eventually using his hand to speed up, and prematurely end his involvement, hence, 4) making the experience a lasting one for me! The game was explained and the rules put forth. Every 5th rotation of the pendulum was to be their improvised stop watch, which equated to ten seconds of warm, slobbery wet mouth action only, no hands allowed. I would hold my cock upright at the base and place a pillow over my face so as not to know which boy was competing. Knowing that neither boys participation would be motivated by returned sexual favors alone, I threw in what I knew for a fact did motivate Sean, a monetary prize for the winner. I can not begin to describe the gratification of continuous tag-team oral stimulation. There was no interrupted need to capture breaths or cases of dry mouth, ample air and saliva was recouped during his allotted ten-second reprieve. Only a well lubricated, constant piston motion went on and on with slobbery sound effects, all of which I had to struggle to prolong the inevitable result. Even though I was blinded, characteristics separated and identified each player. Sean took more length and frequently used his tongue, whereas Jake was more cautious of choking himself and less cautious of his grazing teeth, however, I wasn't complaining in the least! All good things must cum to an end and I chose Jake to be the official winner. My hand shot down to secure his head and my hips arched, driving my cock deeper into his unsuspecting mouth to depths I could only guess to be recessed somewhere in the upper throat judging by the narrowed expansion that I could feel surround my crown. Jake responded in a natural reaction to having the air passages obstructed, he panicked Surprisingly, he didn't bite me, although his eyes bulged and arms and legs flailed. An eerie, throaty gurgle sounded as the thick spray coagulated with no where to go. What followed was a watery whiteness of either snot or cum, or likely a combination of both that streamed from his nostrils and over his upper lip. I admit, it was an unfair advantage of power that I abused in the heat of the moment, but he was in no danger for the thirty-some-odd seconds it took to experience the hottest fucking orgasm of my life! After puking up cum laden phlegm over my groin, Jake regained his composure. Sean laughed and then winched pointing at the small mess, "Yuck!...Fucking gross, dude!" he said, embarrassing Jake, whose eyes darted around the bed area, frantically in search of something to wipe up his innocent blunder. I ruffled his hair and laughed, "It's okay, little buddy,... not a problem." and got up to wash away the evidence in the bathroom. It was close to eleven o'clock by then and we had all night left to party, so I felt a fine bottle of wine would be nice to savor in the hot tub. Enthusiastic to the suggestion and leading the way, three pairs of bare feet pitter-pattered down the hardwood stairs. The boys horsed around, slapping each other's bare asses and screamed in stinging pain whenever one would get the jostling advantage over the other, locked in an arm to shoulder dance like scuffle. The weather had turned nasty with a bitter cold wind biting our nude bodies as we traversed the short distance between the house and the welcomed semi-warmth of the gazebo, a bottle of Chardonnay, cork screw, and for safety sake, plastic glasses in our hands. We certainly wasted no time submerging ourselves in the hot steam of the tub that billowed up after the lid was folded away. It was ideal conditions, adding purpose and enjoyment to what hot tubs were designed for. Of course, complimenting the aura cast by colored lights recessed in the ceiling, was the soft illumination of the two naked boys who continued their boyish antics of wresting atop the slippery floor in attempt to dunk the other. Feeling like a kid myself, I got into the brief melee until I realized the water was slopping over the sides in torrents, rapidly shallowing the pool. We settled down, each seated by my side and drank our wine. I gave thanks again to being the luckiest man on the planet with a boy snuggled under each arm, their beautiful heads resting on my chest for a short while of contented bliss, until the molten heat of the water soon overcame us and after a useless swipe with the still wet towels used earlier, we scurried naked back through the frigid air and into the house. Sean and Zack wanted to play video games again and both having a bad case of the munchies, sat on the floor and ate chips and cheesies sacrilegiously washed down by expensive wine! I lit the gas fireplace for added warmth and took the opportunity to tidy away the remnants of our earlier dinner. Patiently relenting to the many pleas of, "Just one more game, pleeeease?" and watching their naked bodies squirm in excited game play, the anticipation of forthcoming events involving those same bodies has become unbearable and by one o'clock my cock finally had had enough and pointed the direction for them to follow without further ado! Both boys were giddy from the wine but not not drunk, per se. Laughter from the bathroom drew me to witness the two standing at the toilet engaged in a sword fight with piss spraying almost everywhere except the bowl. Forcing out the last squirt, Sean farted loudly, causing them to go into hysterics. I shook my head and chuckled, boys will be boys! After taking a piss myself, and out of habit, I closed the bedroom door to muffle the obnoxious tick-tock emanating from the hall. Sean and Zack had crawled into bed and had the covers pulled over their heads. Or so I thought. After yanking the blankets off and onto the floor, I discovered pillows had been arranged to deceive me. Immediately then, muffled giggles sounded from under the bed. Locating someone's leg and arm, I pulled out Zack squealing like a school girl. Sean materialized from the other side pointing and laughing at me, "Gotcha!" I tickled Zack until he finally said, "Uncle." The boyhood shenanigans of the night left me heart struck. I was about to molest the innocent Zack beyond what I had subjected him to already. There was no reversing time and undo what I had done to Sean, not that I had any misgivings about that, he was different, older and wiser than his age denoted. I could justify it as simply prompting an early sexual awareness and appetite. An appetite originally quenched by financial gain, but a developed appetite for sex nonetheless, that he managed to manipulate in his favor and control. But I had never seen him be a normal boy until that evening, his guard down and acting his age. Zack, on the other hand, a year younger and probably two years slower-witted than that, made be feel a twinge of apprehension to take what innocence he still maintained. "So... are ya gonna fuck em now?" Sean bluntly asked, snapping me back to reality. "Yup!" I replied, forgetting all about my sudden moment of indecision. Zack had no clue what fate lay ahead as he was positioned on his belly atop several pillows. Sean was instructed to sit with his back against the headboard and feed Zack his cock while I tongue fucked and finger prodded the boy's tight rectum until he relaxed enough and finally accepted two well greased fingers without too much wincing and grunting. "Just chill out, dude!" Sean calmly encouraged, holding Zack's head down with both hands and intently staring at me on my knees as I lubed my cock and positioned it for what was certain to be a shocked, painfully forced entry past the first hurtle of the still unsuspecting boy. A single thrust penetrated the tight sphincter valve and at a snails pace, slid deeper into the screaming lad who had disengaged from Sean's crotch and reared his head before trying to crawl away and up Sean's body only to be subdued in a bear-hug hold by his stronger friend. Not losing an inch of precious ground, I followed forward in his futile escape and ultimate, sobbing surrender. Draped over him and almost face to face with Sean, I made short, but gainful thrusts until recessed somewhere within and my sweaty pubes flattened to his cheeks. Sean smiled an evil looking smile and said, "When you're done, I'm going to fuck you while you suck Zack's cock and make him cum!" He had anticipated the next chapter and although I didn't want Zack to witness me being submissive and perhaps tainting my dominant role over him, the thought of Sean's cock in me was enchanting. Besides, I felt that I owed him that pleasure by then. Zack only whimpered while I humped him, his tears ceased to flow and pool on Sean's chest. I couldn't remember the last time I had ever came twice in one day, let alone a third time that I simply couldn't build up to and relented in selfishly prolonging Zack's discomfort. After dislodging my cock, like air from a loose fluttering balloon, he passed gas sending us into laughter. Sean and I fanned our hands in exaggerated disgust. His anus was agape, bright red and sore looking but thankfully, no blood was evident to add to my guilt! The wind howled and battered the window with rain. Living close to the expanse of Lake Ontario often brought unpredicted squalls of heavy rain or snow landward. Had I not been carefree and content between Zack's legs long after the then sleeping Sean had fucked me as planned, I might have learned that an ice storm was predicted for early that morning. It became evident that a very sleepy Zack wasn't going to be coerced into producing anything life changing from his large nuts. I gave up, turned off the light and went to sleep between the two boys. I awoke at around seven in the morning in a foggy state of mind and realized the night was not just a dream, but a glorious reality with a boy tucked under my right arm. As I pulled him into my chest, Zack stirred groggily and looked up at me with a smile. My cock reacted and I gently guided his head southward, his obedience soon registered and enveloped his warm mouth over my head and rolled his wet tongue over the ridges, working his way down the shaft. He knew what to do, I put my hands behind my head to enjoy it! Then my world came to an end. The room suddenly lit up and there stood Dianne in the doorway in startled, speechless astonishment. Her mouth tried to form words for the indescribable scene as her head swiveled taking in the room's strung laundry before focusing again on the equally stunned boy with my cock in his hand! "Dianne!" I cried out perplexed, then uttering the first thing that came to mind, "It's not what ya think... I just woke up and found him... found him doing that to me! --Honest, Dianne, I... I had no idea!" The commotion woke Sean who rubbed his eyes looking as bewildered as everyone else, coming to his senses he covered himself with a pillow. Her eyes burned mine, "You fucking pervert, how... how could I have been so... stupid?" she raged, her hands at her face, "All these years... married to a pedophile and..." she proceeded to gather up the boys clothing, unable to jump high enough to retrieve the underwear and probably concluding that the undergarments weren't really necessary, calmly directing her attention to Sean and Zack. "Get dressed and go home, boys... I'm really, really sorry... I....I..." she spotted and picked up the open jar of *Vaseline *from the night table, looked at it in horror, tossed it at me* *breaking into tears and running from the room. I had literally pissed the bed two seconds after she left. The boys scrambled to dress, Zack started crying. Sean, not being aware of the incriminating predicament that Dianne had stumbled onto, was confused, but frightened enough to do as he was told,... get the fuck out of Dodge! I sat there in my own piss for a long time. No lies could possibly explain it away but I tried anyway, gaining the courage to face her once again.She was sitting at the kitchen table weeping, the cordless phone in her hand. Dread overwhelmed me thinking that she'd called the police in her unforgivable fury. "Please, Dianne? --Believe me that I had no idea the boy was... well, that way. I didn't..." "Don't fucking lie to me anymore!" she scathed, her eyes bloodshot and forlorn, "How long have you been... taking sick advantage of those poor boys?" she sobbed heavily. "It was a weak moment, Dianne." I said, not even convincingly, the battle was lost, "We drank some wine and the boys..." "And the boys what... seduced a grown man? --Save it for a Judge, you despicable piece of shit!" "Dianne... please don't phone the cops if you haven't already." I begged, "I can get help... I'll do anything it takes...see a shrink... whatever!... Please, Dianne, give me another chance?" "I gave you two chances already. Those two times I was uncertain... maybe recklessly blind of the obvious ... goings on. But now I'm certain... you're one sick fucking bastard and no time can possibly heal the pain and shame you brought on our family!" she went on with a vengeance, "You have a ten year old daughter that... that you've jeopardized the safety of around those... those two abused boys who would probably think nothing of... abusing her!" I had never thought about that possibility. Sean was certainly capable, mentioning several times how cute my daughter was and perhaps, revenge my abuse of him! That thought horrified me. The fact that I had abused another parent's innocent child hit home with the same realization that my own daughter was at risk, and how I would kill anyone who violated her! As fate would have it, the eminent severe ice-storm caused her to come home early in order not to be stranded in Toronto for God knows how long once it hit. Two days of uncomfortable co-existence later, the weather had cleared and I watched my life drive off, my daughter's face and hands plastered to the car window in torment, crying, mouthing the word "daddy" over and over until she disappeared forever. She filed for divorce with a "No Parental Visit" clause that I didn't contest, lest she make my dirty little secret known beyond that of some family and friends, in dreaded hopes that she would never expose me in the legal sense for what I was and still am, a boy-lover! Indeed a perpetrator, but nonetheless, a weak victim of human nature's own compelling, primal instinct! The end.