Date: Mon, 30 Jul 2018 18:43:43 +0000
From: THOMAS HUTCHINSON <tehutchinson_6A@msn.com>
Subject: Four Fathers

Four Fathers
by T. Edward Hutchinson

It was sensible. It was all very sensible.

Donald: essential facts: 22, unambitious master's degree candidate, BU,
School of Education, gay, sexually submissive, cute, white, 5' 3", 130,
athletic build, soft brown hair cut short, brown eyes, 3" when flaccid,
uncut, lives alone in rented, 4th floor, walk-up apartment in Lynn, MA.

Russell: essential facts: 44, unambitious manager of a toy store in
downtown Lynn, gay, sexually versatile, ordinary looks and build, white, 5'
10", 185, medium length black hair touched up, grey eyes, 5" when flaccid,
cut, lives alone in own home, lower middle class neighborhood, Lynn.

On Friday of the week after Thanksgiving Donald was restless. The previous
week he hadn't been able to visit the bars in Boston because of family
obligations. Home from his classes, he didn't want to drive back into
Boston. It would be better to save that for Saturday night. He decided,
somewhat reluctantly, to make do with the local bar that he seldom found
stimulating or all that pleasant a place to spend time.

It was mainly a women's dance bar. But the bar in the small, dark front
room catered to a small gay male clientele. They were older guys for the
most part. Occasionally, Donald might meet a younger fellow he knew or
recognized from the Boston scene. Shortly after taking a seat at the bar
and ordering a beer, that happened. But his acquaintance had a date to meet
someone at the bowling ally. So that led to nothing more than a brief
conversation.

A half hour or so passed before a middle aged man moved to take the stool
next to him. He said his name was Russell. He also knew the person Donald
had been talking to, and asked if he was coming back. Donald replied that
he didn't think so. The discussion meandered about for a while. Donald
understood that Russell was interested in him more from the man's body
language than anything that was said. This was ultimately confirmed when
the man commented on how nice Donald's hair was and lightly stroked the top
of his head.

Donald let himself be picked up. He followed Russell's car to his small,
light green house. They went immediately into the bedroom and undressed.
Donald only caught glimpses of a living room to the left, a guest bedroom
to the right, a kitchen back left. He didn't notice the stairs to the
basement. Donald was fucked twice and masturbated once. He declined to suck
admitting that he had never found the idea enticing or practice of it
enjoyable for him.

The man was lying on top of Donald, face to face. Russell praised the youth
for his excellent body. Donald explained that he lifted weights and ran.
"Are you very strong?" the fellow asked, "Could you lift me up?" He took
the guy by the armpits and demonstrated by doing so easily.

Russell was reluctant to let the youth go when it was clear the Donald was
wanting to leave. The man said that he was having a few friends over on
Sunday afternoon about two o'clock. He hoped that Donald would join
them. "It's a friendly group and I'm sure they would be glad to meet you."
The youth said that he probably would, but might have to see his parents
instead.

*****

Saturday morning Russell began calling several men who he thought would
like to meet Donald. He described the boy's merits. If handled well, they
might be in for some serious fun.

Saturday afternoon Donald made two decisions. He wouldn't go to the Boston
bars that night. Last nights' adventure was enough for the week. He would
go to Russell's on Sunday and meet his friends. Perhaps he will make one or
more new friends for himself and have future dates. It would be really good
to have gay buddies nearby and spend less time in Boston.

Saturday evening three men accepted Russell's invitation for drinks and the
chance of an adventure.

*****

Byrone: essential facts: 41, moderately ambitious Professor of Humanities,
College of Arts and Sciences, gay, sexually dominate, handsome, black, 5'
8", 155, slender build, black hair, brown eyes, 5" when flaccid, cut, lives
alone in condo unit, fashionable neighborhood of Salem, MA.

Carl: essential facts: 40, ambitious mid level manager, The 3M Company,
Boston, bisexual, versatile, craggy appearance, white, 6' even, 190,
average build, sandy hair, light blue eyes, 6" when flaccid, cut, lives
with wife and children in own home, Swampscott, MA.

Scotty: essential facts: 39, moderately ambitious, owner of Lynnfield
Quality Plumbing and Heating, gay, sexually dominate, average looks, white,
6' 2", 220, sturdy, strawberry blonde, hazel eyes, 6" when flaccid, lives
in open relationship with male partner in own home in Lynnfield, MA.

Donald arrived at Russell's little green house a few minutes after two in
the afternoon. He was introduced to the other three guests and given a
piņa colada, a cocktail he was not familiar with but found sweet and
delicious. There were dips and chips that he attacked with gusto, having
skipped lunch.

The four men entertained the youth with stories of their exploits; funny,
embarrassing, or erotic in turns. There was much laughter. Donald was
enjoying himself. Russell mixed another batch of cocktails for the group.

The men's attention began to focus on Donald. What did he do for work? What
were he interests? How far along was he in his master's program? Did he
really want to teach English in the public schools? What was his
weightlifting program? How much could he press? 150 bench, 135 standing
up. Squat? 200. What was his running program? Two miles every day. Times?
Doesn't check, just runs at a steady comfortable pace. "Russell says you
have a wonderful physique. How about taking off your shirt? Carl suggested.

The youngster stood and complied. After all, he was hoping to make some
intimate friends among the group. Why not a preview. He was beckoned to one
after another, made his arm muscle bulge and let them feel it. "I'm not any
sort of bodybuilder." Everyone chuckled, Donald included. "You're
gorgeous," Scotty insisted. There were lots of friendly faces, compliments
and laughter.

"Would you mind showing us your runner's legs?" Carl asked. Donald was
feeling happy from the attention and buzzed from the rum. Off came his
shoes and pants. "I'm not very big here," the youth admitted, indicating
his pouch. "You manifest the ancient Greek ideal," Byrone told
him. "Beautiful face, beautiful body, modest genitals."

By the time the men had each tested the firmness of his thighs, his penis
had expanded into a stiff four and a half inches. He did not resist the
request to remove his briefs and slipped off his socks as a small
bonus. What the hell, he thought. But he did not submit to further
handling, pretending to be distracted and not hear the request.

"Russell tells us you don't care to give head. We think you should learn
and today would be a good time to do so," Carl informed the youth. There
was no sign that Donald felt offended by this opinion but said that he
probably should go home now. He moved toward his little collection of
clothing. Before he could get there he was grabbed from the rear by Scotty
and lifted clear off his feet. The big man hustled the lad through the
hallway and into the kitchen. "Someone get the back door open" he
ordered. Russell was right there to do it. "If you want to leave us, there
you go," he observed. Donald was deposited outside, the door was shut and
locked.

It's cold in late November. The day was cloudy, possible snow flurries in
the forecast.

The youngster banged on the door, hollered, looked through the little glass
windows in the door. The kitchen overhead light was on. There was no one
there. Then he noticed how cold it was. Instead of being uselessly furious;
he began to consider his situation and what he might do about it.

That was when it hit him that the neighbors might notice a naked person.
They would call the police. Trying to walk home would be worse. He wouldn't
get very far before the police would corral him. What would he say? The
truth? The men would probably say that he got drunk, took off his clothes
and left of his own accord. They thought he would come back on his own.
Should he go to the front door and hammer and yell? Surely that would cause
a neighbor across the street to take notice.

He was getting really cold now. Donald decided to give one more try at
constant pounding on the back door. Then he would go to the front door
where there might be a knocker or buzzer.

How much longer did the youth stand there, freezing, naked? Five minutes?
Perhaps. Russell finally appeared at the window, opened the door a crack.
"What do you want?"

"Let me in."

"Do you really want to be with us?

A brief pause, a grimace, then "Yes."

Holding the youngster by the back of the neck, he returned him to the front
room.  "Our Donny has returned to us," he announced, steering the kid to
the couch where Carl and Byrone waited. "We should get him warmed up," he
suggested. The four friends got to it, the two on the sofa rubbing the
youth's legs and butt while Scotty and Russell worked on arms, chest and
back. It was impossible for Donald to think that having eight hands
simultaneously massaging away the cold was a bad thing. A hand cupped his
balls while someone else heated up his dick. This continued until it was
obvious that the youth's libido had been stirred up.

Carl stood up saying as he rose, "Now Donny, it was very bad of you to try
to leave us without permission. Misbehavior like that must be punished, so
you're going to have to be strapped. Lie face down on the couch." Seeing no
useful alternative, he complied. "Put your hands on top of your head." Carl
took off his belt doubled it and smacked the bottoms of the youth's feet
and then his calves. He struck only to sting, well below what would cause a
bruise, one on the thighs, one on the buttocks, one on the back, one on the
shoulders, and one on the back of the head.

"OK, Donny," Carl said, "get on the floor, on your knees. It's time for
your lesson. You know, learning how to suck is an important part of being a
gay man." "OK, Donny," Carl said, "get on the floor, on your knees. It's
time for your lesson. You know, learning how to suck is an important part
of being a gay man." Scotty knelt beside the youngster and acted as coach,
since he was the acknowledged expert in the group. Russell supplied the
first cock, hard and ready.

 "Take his dick in your hand and look at the tip. You see the little
opening at the top. The first thing to do is try to stick the tip of your
tongue right into it. You wont be able to but doing that will feel really
good to your partner. Then tickle it with your tongue. Go ahead and do
that.".....

"Good, now run your tongue around the head of his dick. Do it over and
over, a bunch of times. ..... Good, now lift his dick up and lick the
bottom of the shaft from his balls up to the tip. Not one long lick, little
licks moving up the length of it." .....

"OK, now we need to find out how far you can take it into your mouth
without gagging. So take it in slowly until you gag, then take it out of
your mouth. ..... Try it again until you figure out the right place to
stop. ...... "Good, you want to avoid gagging, but it will happen
sometimes. When it does just take the guy's cock out of your mouth and
start over." .....

"You can begin real sucking now. Keep you lips tight on the shaft and get
as much suction going as you can. If you just think about masturbating him
with your mouth instead of your hand, you will do just fine. Go to it."
.....

"OK, stop for a second. Russell is going to cum in your mouth and you
should swallow it. Semen doesn't taste like much of anything really, a
little salty. It's very sexy for your partner for you to swallow and the
whole purpose of sucking is to please your partner. Now start all over from
the beginning, licking the little hole and so on, then go ahead and finish
the job." Russell petted the youth's hair and face to encourage the
lad. ..... "Good job, Donny. You did great," he enthused.

Scotty resumed, "Sometimes your partner will want to cum on your body
instead of in your mouth. When Byrone thinks he is ready to shoot, he will
pull his cock out, beat off to finish and splatter your chest. You should
use your fingers to collect his cum and then suck it off your finger."
..... Afterwards, Byrone knelt down and French kissed Donald deep and long,
whispering "Excellent" and "Thank you" into the youngster's ear.

Scotty continued, "Sometimes your partner will want to fuck your mouth. He
will put his hands on your face and hold your head still to do it. I want
you to begin by sucking me the usual way so I get to know your gag limit.
Then I will take over the movement. You just keep tight lips and suction,
and swallow." ..... After ejaculating, Scotty raised the youth onto his
feet, and hugged him. "Very nice," he said, patting the kid's bum.

Carl put his arm around Donald's shoulders and led him into the back
bedroom. Flipping him about on the bed like a rag doll, the man fucked him
in three different positions. It was the most scintillating and thrilling
fucking the youth had ever experienced. Then he took Donald into the
bathroom where they showered together. Carl masturbated him to climax
forcefully and quickly, this too felt like being overpowered. They returned
to the bedroom where the man put him to bed.

"I want you to rest now. Take a nap if you can. The others are making
dinner and someone will come and get you when it's time to eat. Don't get
out of bed unless you need to pee," he was told.

Donald had felt a little wobbly after the hot shower. He welcomed the rest
and the chance to reflect on everything that had been done to him. How did
he feel about it, how should he feel about it? Some of it was great, some
of it not so great. Did the not great part really matter? He fell asleep
before he could come up with answers.

*****

Dinner was simple and informal. Places were set at the round kitchen table
designed for four so they had to squeeze in and also needed the chair from
the front entrance way. It was a little higher than the others. That's
where they put Donald when Scotty brought him in. Scotty sat on one side of
him, Russell on the other.

"Can't I get dressed now?" he asked.

"After dinner," Russell said. "before we take to your apartment. We're
going to have coffee and desert over there."

What do they mean by 'take', the youth wondered. He came in his own car. "I
don't have a coffee maker," the lad informed the group.

"You do now. Byrone went out and bought you a good one plus a set of cups
and saucers, filters, a coffee grinder, coffee beans, everything
necessary," he was informed. "A nice cake, too. Chocolate."

"I feel a little chilly coming right from bed"

"A slight discomfort stimulates all the senses," Carl asserted. Byrone
contributed, "It pleases us to see you naked in an incongruous situation."

"Oh," Donald muttered.

Carl continued, "We have a question we want you to think about while we
have our meal together. We will ask for your answer when we're done. It's a
simple question: Did you have a good time with us today, did you enjoy it?"

"OK, let's eat," Russell insisted, "I'm starving."

Donald could have responded right away. The answer had come to him when he
woke up from his nap.

The dishes were passed around, scrambled hamburg with onions and garlic,
instant mashed potatoes with jarred beef gravy, frozen corn, supermarket
rolls and butter, a bottle of Merlot, water. Russell apologized to Donald
for the simple fare. "We hadn't really planned on a dinner."

"No wine for me?," Donald asked when he was skipped over. Scotty clasped
the back of the lad's neck and said, "You've had enough to drink today and
you have classes tomorrow don't you?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right," he agreed. He had completely forgotten that
it was Sunday.

During the meal they left Donald to his thoughts. They chatted with each
other about what was going on in their own lives, work, friends, family,
hobbies and interests, bringing each other up to date.

When all the knives and forks rested on mostly cleaned plates the four men
looked at Donald expectantly. The youngster cocked his head to one side,
chin up, as if to say 'What?' Russell acted as spokesman, "Well Donny, did
you enjoy being with the four of us this afternoon? Was it fun for you?"

At the last moment discarding all mention of the parts he didn't enjoy,
Donald said, "Yes, It was fun, I liked it."

"That pleases us very much, Donny, thank you." Carl continued, "We have a
proposition for you. We want you to think it over during the week and give
us an answer on Friday. What we propose is that you should become our son
and we should become your fathers. As your four fathers, we would take care
of all of your needs and most of your wants. You would agree to cooperate
with whatever we ask of you."

Donald received this notion with wide eyes.

"If you decide to give this plan a chance, a try, an initial trial period
say, all you have to do is come here to Russell's Friday afternoon. You
should bring with you whatever you need to spend the weekend. School work
if necessary, though it would be best if you could get that done
beforehand. If you don't show up, we will know you have turned us down and
wont bother you again."

"Your clothes are on top of the bed in the front guest room," Russell
informed the youngster. "Go get dressed and then we'll all head out to your
place for desert." .....

"You will be riding with me," Russell informed the youth when he
reappeared. "The other guys will go in your car." When Donald reached into
his pocket for his keys, Russell said, "We already have your keys, Donny."
"But you still don't know where I live," the lad objected. "We do," the man
responded, "we found your address in your wallet." Somewhat automatically,
Donald patted his back pocket. It turned out that he didn't need to ask for
it's return. .....

Donald did have to show them where he parked his car in the lot in back of
the apartment house. Although the front of the building was faced in brick
with a nice entrance; the back had the appearance of a wooden tenement and
the parking lot was just potholed gravel.

"A big set of steps up to the back entrance and three flights to your
apartment. How do you stand it?" Russell wheezed. Carl used the youngster's
key to unlock the door. They entered a large room with almost nothing in
it. There was a small, green metal table with a desk top computer that sat
on a braided rug in the middle of the room.

The apartment did have good hardwood floors. The woodwork had been painted
about fifty times in glossy white. The white walls were devoid of any
photos or art. The four men made an inspection of the back corner
apartment. There was a cramped kitchen. A booth like a cheap diner made it
eat-in. The appliances were ancient. The bedroom was good sized and
contained a three quarters bed and a five drawer bureau of the sort
suitable for a teenager. A tiled bathroom was half a step up. The place was
neither disgusting nor very clean.

There was no where for them all to sit comfortably for their desert and
coffee. Two sat on either side of the booth, the chair from the computer
was brought in. Donald and Scotty stood, plates in hand and cups on the
counter. "Well, we wanted to see what you might need," Russell
explained. "And it's nearly everything." Only Donald didn't laugh. "Anyway,
we will think about it and try to figure out the best thing to do." Scotty
gave the youth a reassuring pat on the back.

"What we want you to do during the week, beside getting your school work
out of the way, is to think about our proposal," Carl requested. "Also
please call Russell every evening before eight to let him know how you are
and to tell him if you need anything right away."

Shortly, the four men took their leave. Hugs and kisses all around, tongues
in his mouth. Byrone was last and most memorable. His embrace was an
amazing combination of strength and tenderness. It almost felt like real
affection was being transmitted though the hand that roamed up over
Donald's back and the one pressing the base of his spine. Perhaps it
was. "Goodnight, son," he whispered only loud enough for the youngster to
hear. And he handed Donald his keys.

The door closed. Donald looked around. Dishes to wash, three eighth of a
cake to put away. He tuned his radio to a lefty talk show and slowly
organized himself for tomorrow. There was too much to think about that
evening. He went to bed early.

*****

What do you suppose Donald thought about the proposal? Obviously it was
nutty. If he turned it down would he be cut off from all of them? Probably
not, he supposed. But maybe. He would have to make a decision, one way or
the other. They had said, 'trial period.' The decision was only: Was he
willing to begin? One weekend. The coming weekend. Did he want to be with
the 'fathers' next weekend, all of it of course? Forty eight hours. Would
he want to miss out on it? There was no need to decide on Tuesday. Or
Wednesday. He put it off but not out of mind. That was impossible. It was
always there, nagging him, like real parents. .....

Donald called Russell each night as requested. He was fine, he didn't need
anything, how was everyone? The man recounted a tidbit or two, he was
having difficulty with a delayed shipment of toys, out of stock and in
demand. Donald said that finals were coming up and papers would be due, but
he was on top of it. .....

Thursday night he figured out what he needed to bring with him. His
toiletries, vitamins, the novel he's reading (just in case), reading
glasses, a change of clothing? (no), what else? what else? ..... Friday
morning he realized he should bring his running togs and shoes. Donald was
pretty sure they would want him to keep up his exercise
program. ..... Friday afternoon he put everything into his backpack, it was
4:30, he still had not decided what to do. ..... 5:00, he was restless, why
wait any longer. He grabbed his stuff and slung the pack into the passenger
seat and drove out of the parking area. Somehow, without ever making a
deliberate decision he found himself in front of Russell's house. It was
more like an inevitability, something that had to happen. He parked in the
driveway in back of Russell's car, grabbed his stuff, walked to the front
door and rang the buzzer.

Russell opened the door a crack and said, "What do you want?" Luckily
Donald got the joke and laughed instead or rushing away shamefaced and
thinking he had been made a fool of. Apparently Russell was the comedian of
the group.

"Let me in"

"Are you sure you want to be with us?"

"Yes."

The door was opened wide, the youngster stepped into a hug, tongue in the
mouth. The door was shut, more kisses, more hugs. "Welcome home son."

"Thank you, daddy."

"Put your suitcase on the chair. Let's see what's in here." The man
rummaged around and found the running shoes. "What are these for" he
asked. "So I can take my run in the mornings," Donald explained.

"Oh, that makes sense," Russell agreed. "We just need to include that in
the plan, what ever the plan turns out to be. Byrone is coming for dinner
in a little while, Carl and Scotty are expected latter this evening.  Well,
come on to my bedroom, I can't wait to get your clothes off and touch your
gorgeous body again. We can't get too carried away though because I need to
see to the food."

Not since he was a very young child had anyone undressed him. Russell was
in the process of giving the lad a blow job when the bell rang at the front
door. "That must be Byrone," the man said. "Go let him in." "Please,"
Russell called after him as an afterthought.

Another new experience, answering the door in the nude. It was Byrone,
however, and not a group of missionaries with pamphlets. "Hi father,"
Donald said. "That's a great welcome," man replied, "indicating with a hand
gesture the youngster's hard on." A hug, a tongue in the mouth. Noticing
the backpack on the chair he observed, "This is yours, I suppose." Byrone
looked though what Donald had brought with him and commented on the plastic
baggie containing a razor and toothpaste among other items. "We need to get
you a proper toiletry bag. I'll add it to the list for when we go shopping
tomorrow."

"Come on," he instructed the lad. Byrone carried his leather travel bag
into the guest bedroom, Donald following. The man opened the bag and pulled
out a full length chamois cloth bathrobe in grey and hung it on the hook on
the back of the door. Two sets of casual shirts and pants were hung in the
closet, under ware and socks stored in the bureau and ivory silk pajamas
left at the foot of the bed. Then he cuddled Donald for a while before
suggesting that they should go and see what Russell was up to in the
kitchen.

The two fathers greeted each other with cheek kisses and a quick
hug. Russell was starting to make the salad. "Do you want me to help with
that?" Donald offered. "It's nice that you thought of it, but we don't want
our son doing housework. When there isn't one of us playing with you, you
can watch TV or read your book or just take a rest." .....  "Make yourself
a drink, Byrone. You know where everything is. Danny, take a beer from the
fridge if you want one."

Byrone emptied a tray of ice cubes into an insulated bucket and brought
that and a plastic bottle of water into the sitting room. Donald followed
with his beer. The father opened liquor cabinet and made himself a scotch
and water. "I could make you one of these if you prefer," he said to the
youngster who demurred.

They settled together on the sofa, the man drawing Donald to him and
playing with his hair. The youth reached up, touching the man's face and
offering his lips for a kiss. The soft kiss on the lips led to open mouth
and then tongue wrestling. Donald happily received the man's tender
caresses. Then he was pulled up onto Byrone's lap so that the youths thighs
were within reach, his knees spread apart. They stopped before things went
to far to put in reverse. "Whew," the youth said and smiled at his friend.

"To change the topic, Donny, where do you stand with your college program?
How much longer before you finish your degree?" It seemed very odd to
Donald to be naked sitting on the lap of a fully dressed man, his arm
around the fellow's neck, one of the man's arms circling his waist and the
hand of the other arm casually roaming about his body all the while talking
about his program at the university. He told Byrone this, more or
less. "It's getting me hot as the devil, too," Byrone admitted and then
covered the youngster's face with kisses. "You know, Asians perfected the
art of getting to a state of arousal close to orgasm and lingering there."
Donald managed to inform Byrone that it was a two semester program and he
hoped to graduate in June. .....

Dinner consisted of boneless strip steak, baked potatoes, creamed onions
and the salad. This time the youth got one glass of wine, the fathers'
two. The two men discussed Donald's future. Maybe they could get him a job
in Lynn. Even if none of them had acquaintances among the executives of the
school system they probably knew people who did, or people who knew people
who did. The suburbs would have few openings and stiffer
competition. Byrone thought that their son would be better off teaching in
middle school, seventh or eighth graders, rather than high school where he
would likely be the smallest male in the room even for ninth grade
classes. As a new HS teacher he would be given the lowest ability and the
most difficult students behaviorally. And everyone knew that all public
school students put first year teachers to the test, acting up until he
could prove himself a competent disciplinarian. A middle school English
teacher would see students of mixed abilities and Donald would be bigger
and look older than most of them.

They really do intend to take an interest in me, Donald thought. "I put a
key on your key ring," Russell informed the youth, who then appeared
quizzical. "A house key."

"A house key?"

"To this house," Russell explained, unnecessarily it seemed to him. "This
is your home, Donny. Of course you need a key. What if I'm not home when
you happen to get here? Or what if your apartment house has a heat
emergency in the winter, or the water is shut off for some reason?"

"Oh," Donald said, "thank you Russell."

"You're welcome, Donny"

Donald was sent to the sitting room to read while the men rinsed the plates
and loaded the dishwasher. He answered the buzzer when the other fathers
arrived, Carl first then Scotty. Hugs, tongues in the mouth. Astonished
looks at a naked doorman, then the quick realization, 'I should have
expected it,' amusement at self and the youngster, later realization that
it will never be this funny again.

Scotty had arrived with a blue package that was about 4' by 2.5' by 8". It
had found a resting place against the wall in the entrance way across from
the chair with Donald's backpack on it. Russell and Byrone greeted the
newcomers. The fathers got whatever they wanted to drink. Donald was
settled in the middle of the couch and was soon joined by Carl and Byrone
who started to work on him concentrating on nipple play.

Scotty retrieved his package unfolding it to reveal a ten foot exercise pad
in PU leather. He laid it out in front of the sofa about three feet from
the fathers' feet. Then he retrieved Donald and took him to the
bathroom. The youngster was directed to take a dump if he could, not to
strain unduly, and to clean up well if successful. When Scotty returned he
was naked and carrying a box of handiwipes and a bottle of lube.

Once returned to the living room, Scotty placed Donald on his stomach near
one end of the mat. He leaned over and smacked the inside of the
youngster's thighs to get him to put his knees further apart. Then he knelt
a foot or so behind the lad and spread the youth's ass cheeks with his
thumbs. Taking a handiwipe he thoroughly cleaned the kid's anus. Moving
back a little, Scotty pushed his face into the crack between Donald's
buttocks and began a vigorous licking.

This was a new for Donald, who had heard of rimming but had not experienced
it. It did not seem hugely stimulating to him, though he understood that it
was in preparation for fucking. He understood that he was about to be
screwed in front of an audience and that was exciting.

Scotty got the lad up on hands and knees, applied lube and rolled a condom
onto his erection. One finger in and out, in and out, two fingers twisting,
twisting, twisting ..., three fingers pushing, pushing, ..., a sharp slap
on one cheek, one on the other, repeated. Done as a distraction and to
remind the bottom that the pain of the slap would be less than the
discomfort of entry. Another anointment of lube, teasing the anus with tip
and then the slow beginning of the big push. Scotty's penis was bigger than
anything Donald had accommodated before. He understood that it would be,
now he felt himself opened up. How long did it take to completely enter the
youth? No one had a watch on it, but it was considerable. Donald knew that
it had been accomplished when he felt the man's belly come in contact with
his butt. "Good boy," Scotty said.

Donald smiled at the form of the praise. No one noticed a frown appear and
quickly disappear on Byrone's face. Donald did feel somewhat proud of
himself. He did feel like a kid at the moment and he liked it. Perhaps this
whole arrangement with four fathers gave him that sensation as well, as
least partly. He didn't think that he would ever really feel like an adult
son with them.

Scotty gave the lad time for his sphincter to relax. ..... Withdraw an inch
and back in, wait, then do it again, withdraw two inches and back in, wait,
do it again, slowly, so very slowly the man increased the length of pairs
of strokes until he popped out. Reentry was quick and wrenched a gasp out
of Donald. The sustained fucking began, the pace quickened, the youngster
was pushed flat on the pad, audible sounds were produced by the repeated
contact of belly on buttocks. Scotty pulled out, removed the condom, sat
the youngster up facing him and jerked off spitting cum over the lad's
face. With his index finger he gathered a dollop and offered it to the
youth. Donald leaned forward and opened his mouth to accept the offering.

he"Well done," Carl complemented the pair. Scotty helped the kid to his
feet and used more handiwipes to remove lube any other debris from his
backside. Russell told Donald to put his backpack in the guest room and
bring his chair into the kitchen where there would be strawberry
shortcake. Carl, sitting next to Donald, got a dab of whipped cream on his
finger and offered it to the youngster. The youth opened his mouth and Carl
put his finger in to be sucked. "Good boy," he said. Everyone laughed
except Byrone.

 Scotty left right after desert. The other three cleaned up the kitchen and
straitened out the sitting room. The folding exercise pad had been left as
a gift to the group. "Where can I put this?" Russell mused, but ended up
returning it to lean against the wall in foyer where it had been across
from Donald's chair which had been returned to it's place. Then Russell and
Carl, paired off retired to the back bedroom. "Let's you and I get ready
for bed, Donny." The youngster got his tooth brush and paste and followed
the man into the bathroom. Side by side at the sink, the kid brushed while
Byrone went through a whole ritual of pills, using a wash cloth on his
upper body, applying cologne, mouth wash, and moisturizer. .....

"Hop into bed, son," the man directed. Donald watched as Byrone got
undressed, carefully folded his pants and hung them in the closet, putting
his shirt, socks and under garments in a laundry bag, and extracting a
bottle of lube from his suitcase. The light was put out and Donald felt the
sag of the springs as his father got into bed. "Let's see how tender your
hole is." The fellow moistened his finger and probed. "Sensitive?"

"Some, not bad," the kid advised.

"Well, we'll try a finger then." Byrone applied some lube to the youth and
slid in one finger. "You OK with that?"

"Yeah, actually that seems to help."

"Good. I guess we're good to go then."

"Yeah, sure."

Donald was fucked on his back, feet in the air, then bent nearly double
when the man learned forward to kiss him or play with his hair or pinch his
nipples or hold on to his shoulders to get more traction. After he was
done, Byrone announced, "I'm going to take your cum now." He began by
masturbating the youngster until he felt the lad's balls tighten up, then
he went down on the kid's dick sucking to orgasm and beyond until Donald
was soft and had nothing left to give.

They were lying on their sides spoon fashion, Donald in the man's
embrace. "Sometimes I think this is the best part. I feel so relaxed and
content," the youth said.

"You're beautiful, Donny, so giving and kind." .....

"I don't like it when they call you 'boy,' Donny, "Do you know why that
is?"

"Sure, adult black men used to be called 'boy' as a put down. It was a
deliberate insult. The black man had to swallow it because otherwise he
could lose his job or be physically harmed. It's an historical legacy of
slavery."

Byrone smiled, "An historical legacy of slavery?"

"I took an African American history course in my junior year in college."

"Cool"

"Anyway, this is different. I'm not black. It isn't intended as a put down,
I don't think. Besides, I like being your boy, Byrone." Hugs, tongue in the
mouth. Sleep.

*****

Donald was the first one awake and away. He left the house in his track
suit running in the direction of Lynn Woods. When he got to the entrance
road he figured that he had covered about one mile, so the made his turn
there. Upon his return to the house he found Byrone and Russell in the
kitchen at breakfast. Carl had not stayed the night. "I'm sweaty," he said,
avoiding hugs and tongues in the mouth for the moment. "I'll take a shower
and be right back."

The youngster assumed rightly that he did not need to get dressed. Early
morning blow jobs were requested and given. Then he sat at the table while
his fathers prepared bacon, eggs, toast and coffee for him. They watched
him eat while enjoying their second cups.

"Go and get dressed, son, we have a busy day ahead of us," Russell informed
the youth.

"Doing what?" the kid asked.

"First we are going over to your apartment to check out your wardrobe so we
can figure out what you need. Then we will go shopping and have lunch
someplace. We haven't decided where yet. Then food shopping, Byrone is
cooking tonight. We don't know if either of the other guys will be with us
today. They have complications to negotiate, as you know."

Russell drove, Byrone shotgun, Donald in the back where a boy belongs. It
made him want to fidget or whine about something just for fun. He laughed
to himself, enjoying the thought. The four fathers had shown him his true
nature, who he most fundamentally was: a gay boy, an athletic uke disguised
as graduate student. It was a necessary masquerade, he had to make a career
for himself, to be able to earn a living.

After rummaging through his closet and bureau drawers they decided that
everything was serviceable for a graduate student. What he needed was
outfitting to be a well dressed school teacher. And it wouldn't hurt to buy
some replacements for underwear that looked nearly worn out. Maybe they
would get a few fun items for the youngster to wear at Russell's. He
shouldn't be stark naked all the time they said. Sometimes just a shirt
would be sexier, a funky long length t-shirt, for example. A pair of plain
white cotton briefs, something to take off or be taken off.

The spent the day at the Northshore Mall taking a beak for lunch at a
bistro. The boxes and packages of their purchases filled one half of the
space in the back of Russell's car. The trunk was reserved for bags of
groceries from the supermarket that they visited on the way back to
Lynn. It took two trips to bring everything into the house.

While Byrone was preparing the evening meal, Russell took Donald into the
back bedroom for some playtime. They finished by taking naps and only woke
up when Byrone roused them for cocktails. This was followed by a Thai
dinner of shrimp soup followed by red curry with chicken and fried bananas
for desert.

An impromptu fashion show took up the first part of the evening, Donald
putting on and showing off his new clothes. Various combinations of
garments were tried in order to gauge the effects. The fathers formulated
and gave the youngster their recommendations, which did not always
agree. Discussions ensued as they each defended their aesthetic points of
view.

Then they settled themselves on the sofa to watch an old Alfred Hitchcock
movie on TV. Donald, sitting between the two fathers, found it difficult to
concentrate on the film as he was pulled first in one direction and then
the other for displays of affection. About an hour later Byrone and Donald
went to bed. Russell stayed up to finish the program.

*****

Sunday morning, Donald completed his run and showered. He was given coffee
and toast to tide him over until brunch at ten. The fathers were lounging
about in their pajamas reading the Sunday Globe. Donald was wearing just
the tops of the set he had been given. Later only the bottoms as the
fathers kept changing their minds about which they preferred. The two men
made several phone calls each, most of them to Carl and Scotty, trying to
settle plans for the afternoon.

About noon, Russell and Byrone started preparations for Sunday
dinner. Donald was left alone with his book and the TV. It was just the
three for pasta with sausages and salad. Desert was planned for Donald's
apartment at 4:00, with Scotty and Carl getting there on their own.

The boxes and packages of the youngster's new clothing were loaded into his
car along with his backpack. Russell rode with Donald, Byrone went in his
own. By 3:45 everything had been carried up to the forth floor
apartment. Russell began making the coffee while Byron set out the plates
and utensils for pumpkin pie and vanilla ice cream. The other two fathers
arrived within five minutes of each other, close to the hour.

Desert and coffee was served and the meeting commenced. Byrone began, "We
want to take a moment to consider how our arrangement is doing, Donny."

"Is it your impression, son, that you are wanted?" Carl inquired.

 "Oh, yeah!" the lad grinned.

"And does that please you?"

"Sure, very much."

"I'm sure you agree that we have used you for our pleasure, has that
pleased you also.?"

More serious now, "Yes."

"Well we, don't want to overdo it. You must tell us if we do."

"OK"

"So far, so good?"

Smiling now, "Yes."

"Do you believe that we care for you and care about you? That we will look
out for your interests and take care of you?"

"Yes."

"Are you ready to continue with our arrangement for next weekend?"

"Definitely."

Scotty took over. "We have a plan, son. Russell has an unfinished
basement. We intend to turn that into very nice, large bedroom and study
with a full bath. We expect to get it finished before you graduate. We want
you to live there rent free."

"Wow. What if something goes wrong later?"

Byrone said, "An upgrade wont hurt the value of Russell's house. We will
all be chipping in for it of course, but we would work something out with
Russell if that happened. Anyway, If for any reason you needed or wanted to
leave our little family we would help you make the transition. We don't
want you to feel locked in to anything." .....

 Three of the fathers began to stir themselves for departure. Hugs, tongues
in the mouth.  Russell went with Scotty, who would drop him off at his
house before continuing to Lynnfield. Byrone was on his way to Salem. Carl
remained. The door closed.

The man put his arms around Donald from the rear and nuzzled his neck. "Why
don't you clean up in the kitchen and I'll see about putting your new
clothes away." A moment later Carl was back in the kitchen, chuckling. "No
one thought about hangers," he complained good-naturedly. Then he went to
use the bathroom and returned to comment, "You don't seem to have any lube
or handiwipes either."

"I have skin moisturizer," the youngster said, "and some sponges."

"That will work, but I'll make a list for when I can get to it."

Finished with the dishes, Donald went looking for Carl and found him naked,
sitting on the bed. The comforter and blanket were draped over the foot
board. The man watched the youth get undressed with obvious interest. The
kid went into the bathroom, used the toilet and cleaned his bottom with a
damp sponge. Then he went to his father.

Carl picked the kid up and tossed him on the mattress. The man was on top
of the youth in an instant, roughly squeezing, licking and biting nearly
every part of his body. Donald was fucked in the mouth and in the ass.
Nearing orgasm, Carl withdrew, stripped off the condom and finished in the
youth's mouth. Drawing the youngster to him spoon fashion, the man jerked
the lad off quickly and forcefully. Even that became act of possession.

A hug, tongue in the mouth. "Don't get up, I'll let myself out." How
beautiful the boy looked to Carl, curled up in tangled sheets and covered
with his own mess.

*****

Do you suppose that this arrangement between four fathers and one son
lasted? Of course it didn't. Carl was the first to leave. He received a
promotion that required him to move to the head offices in Minneapolis. A
few years later, Donald returned from work one day and found Russell
slumped over the kitchen table, dead from a heart attack. He moved into
Byrones's condo in Salem. Scotty dropped out due to the distance involved
and pressure from his life partner.

During his early years of teaching some of his colleagues or gentlemen met
about town or guys at the gym saw through his disguise and spotted the gay
boy lurking within, the real Donald. He had occasional afternoon quickies
that broadened his experience. As the years went by the disguise became
more effective and his opportunities declined.

Byrone's older brother Tyrone was disgusted that his sibling had a white
fairy living with him. He was furious when Byrone married the white
fairy. Donald was the younger by nineteen years, so it was no surprise to
either of them that he was the one left alone. Donald retired, sold the
condo and the most of the contents. He got rid of both cars. He bought a
condo in Provincetown and furnished it so simply and inexpensively that it
reminded him of his first apartment in Lynn. Folks think he is poor when he
is not, another unintentional masquerade.

Now an old man, his disguise is so complete that no one has the slightest
suspicion that underneath this misleading exterior there is a fifteen year
old, submissive, gay boy with hot pants.