Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2002 07:09:53 -0700
From: Clone Buggs <cqsqfq@hotmail.com>
Subject: Across the Alley part 3

Across the Alley III

	I didn't see the boys the next day, or the day after that.  I surmised that
their plan had not met with their dad's approval.  I went back to my work,
and tried to forget about it.  My mind however kept wandering back to the
subject and I wasn't getting much writing done.  About noon on the third
day, I decided to go knock on their door.  I figured their dad would be at
work and the boys and I could talk.
	I jogged around the block and when I reached their house, I jogged up to
the door and rang the doorbell.  I could hear music coming from somewhere
inside, but no one answered the door immediately.  I rang it again and
waited.  I thought I saw a curtain move briefly, then the door opened a
crack.  The room inside was dark, and I could only see an eye looking out of
the crack at me.
	"Hi Dave," It was John's voice.
	"Hey John.  How are things with you guys?"
	"OK I guess."
	"Can I come in?"
	"No.  Not right now."  His voice held an edge of something I couldn't
identify, fear or possibly panic.  I was instantly concerned.  "Maybe we'll
come and see you in a few days."
	"What's happened John?"
	"Nothing."  He started to close the door, but I put my foot in the way to
stop him.
	"Did your dad get mad about us?"  I leaned into the crack trying to get a
better look at him.  He pulled back, and tried to force the door closed.  I
saw movement behind him, and pushed on the door.  "Dale?  Come on, talk to
me boys!"
	"Let him in Johnny."  Dale's voice was husky with some emotion as well, but
different from what I heard in John's.  The pressure on the door relaxed
immediately, and I pushed it open.  John was walking away from me in the dim
room.  Dale stood in an archway back lighted from a window streaming bright
sunlight.
	"Can I come in?"  I took a tentative step into the house.  John turned
around, and my heart sank.  His face was black and blue from bruises.  Dale
stepped up behind his brother, and I saw his face was marked in a similar
way.  I felt tears stung my eyes and nose.  I choked on a sob, and rushed to
the two folding them into my arms.  We stood like that all of us crying
quietly for some minutes.
	I finally got some control over my emotions, and sat down on an overstuffed
chair arm.  I looked at the two beautiful brothers and my heart was breaking
for them.  It took them a moment to regain control and when they did, they
both sat on the chair with me, and we hugged again.
	"We told him the night after we were last at your place.  We didn't tell
him who you were, just that we'd met someone we liked a lot, and wanted to
join our family.  At first he didn't get it.  He kept asking questions that
were getting more and more pointed, until he finally just asked us point
blank if we were fucking around with you.
	"We told him, and he got really pissed off and called us faggot sluts."
John was looking very sad when he chimed in with this.
	"Yeah. . ." Dale picked up the thread again. "Then he told us to go to our
room and to stay away from him.  We did.  He must have started drinking
after we shut our door, because we didn't hear anything for several hours.
We finally went to bed and to sleep."
	"He came into our room about three in the morning.  He was staggering, and
nude except for one sock.  He had a belt in his fist, and he started hitting
us with it."  John's voice was breaking as he told the story.  He sobbed,
and let Dale pick it up again.
	"He hit us both a lot with the belt, but it just seemed to make him madder
at us. He threw down the belt and started hitting us with his fists and
slapping us hard across the face.  He was calling us terrible names, and we
both were crying and begging him to stop."  Dale paused for a long moment
remembering the scene.
	"He passed out on the bed, and we left him there alone and talked about
what we could do for the rest of the night.  We decided that we couldn't see
you any more.  We didn't want to get beaten again.  He tries so hard for us
without our mom, but it's really too much for him to handle."  He lapsed
into silence again, and I stood up.
	"You tell him I want to see him.  Just send him around to my front door
tomorrow."
	"He's working."
	"It's Saturday."
	"He works `til four, and it takes him almost an hour to get home."
	"Fine, you just send him over to my place and let me see what I can do
about this mess."  I kissed them both, and inspected their bruises to see if
there was any permanent damage, but fortunately there was none.  I went
home, and poured myself a stiff Scotch on the rocks, and sat down to think.
I slept poorly that night, and found myself out in the back yard several
times listening for sounds of violence coming from their house, but all was
silent.
	Saturday morning, I slept in a little later than usual, and got up with the
boys on my mind.  I found it hard to concentrate on my work, and ended up
just watching a game on TV.  Late in the afternoon, I took a steak out to my
patio, and grilled it.  It was the first I'd eaten since seeing the boys the
day before.  As I ate it, my anger grew.  By the time I thought I should be
expecting him, I was royally pissed that he would treat his two magnificent
sons the way he had.
	When the doorbell finally did ring, I was actually shaking a bit from my
anger.  The man standing on my front porch, when I opened the door, looked
so down and disheartened, my anger at him flew out the door as I opened it.
	"Hi," I said, extending my hand to shake.  "I'm Dave.  You must be Dale's
and John's dad.  His sad eyes, looked over my face, but his lips didn't
smile.  He halfheartedly shook my hand, and I invited him in.
	In the den, I offered him a beer, and a seat.  He accepted both, and was
sitting wringing his hands when I returned with two bottles.  I handed him
one, and took a seat in the arm chair a yard from the couch where he'd
chosen to sit.
	"So, may I ask your name?"  He looked up at me for the first time from
examining the carpet so closely.  He was obviously distressed.
	"I'm sorry," His voice was an adult version of both his sons.  I looked at
him, and saw that he had contributed major elements to both boy's looks.  In
many ways, he was a handsome adult version of the boy's combined.  "I'm
Jack," he added his last name, but I'll leave it out of the story for
obvious reasons.  I told him mine, and we sat there for a moment in silence
sipping beer.
	"You know," I began, I've been really pissed at you since I found out that
you beat your sons."  His eyes widened, looking at me with a kind of terror.
	"I...I...," he stammered.  His chest heaved as he tried to get air in his
lungs.  "I've been cursing myself ever since Dave."  His confession, came
out in a blurt, his face twisted in pain.  I thought he'd cry.
	"Do you want to talk about it?"  He nodded at my question, but remained
silent for a bit, collecting himself and his thoughts.  When he began to
speak, his voice sounded almost dead.
	"Its been a fucked up year and a half for me and the boys."  He looked
around the room, and then settled back into the soft leather of the couch.
	"My wife, left us several months ago, and moved in with her boss.  She told
us she didn't want anything to do with any of us anymore...I was depressed
about it for the longest time, drinking too much, and feeling sorry for
myself, but I was starting to get over it...when...my company."  Here he
almost sobbed. "Informed the employees that it was uprooting and moving
everything to Chandler.  They gave us a choice of moving with them at our
own expense, or finding another job..."  He looked around the room again,
finally letting his eyes come to rest on me.  "Look at me," he said.  "I'm a
forty year old guy with two boys that will be starting college soon, and
there isn't a company in the country that would hire me at my current
salary.  Believe me it was a sacrafice, but we uprooted ourselves and
moved."
	"Why did you pick West Phoenix?  Chandler's so fucking far away."
	"Two reasons I suppose.  The biggest being the rents in Chandler are high
for anything decent, and I didn't want to be too close to the rest of the
employees where I work.  They are always having social gatherings, and I'm
just not up for them anymore."
	"Ah," I commented, and took a sip.
	"The company has had an awful time reconstructing itself here in Arizona.
A lot of the dyed in the wool Californians chose not to come along, so the
company ended up with all the older workers, and the problem of finding
competent programmers to pick up the slack.  It's caused the people who came
along on the move to have to work tremendous hours just to keep the company
solvent.  I'm averaging 80 hours a week and sometimes more.  I hardly see my
son's anymore."  He sipped his beer and thought a little.
	"I have to admit, that I've been drinking again, and that always makes me a
difficult person to deal with.  Do you know what caused the blow-up when I
beat Dale and John?"
	"Sort of.  They told me you were jealous."
	"Jealous?"  He took a sip of beer.  "Confused is more like it. . .Look
Dave; can I be totally honest and frank with you?  I need to talk about this
with someone, and I don't know anybody in this town I can trust.  I don't
want to burden you but..."
	"That's why I'm here Jack.  Just get it off your chest."
	"All right. . ."  He took another larger swallow of beer, and set his
bottle down.  "I guess the easiest way to get to the subject is to just lay
it all out for you. . .I've been really depressed lately, working the hours
I've had to put in to keep my job, and not being with my boys that much, and
my fucking whore of a wife having left me. . .I've been feeling pretty sorry
for myself.  When I finally get home at night, I'm so tired I can't sleep.
I usually drink myself into a stupor, and the boys put me to bed, and
usually I pass out from the alcohol."  He finished his beer, and asked me
for another.  I got it for him, and sat down next to him on the couch.
	"The boys have taken to taking turns sleeping with me so I wouldn't have to
sleep alone. . ."His face suddenly contorted with emotion, and he sobbed.
"God, I love my boys.  I wouldn't do a thing to hurt them.  I live my life
for them."  Tears flowed down his cheeks.
	"About a month ago, I woke up sometime after I'd passed out, and Dale was
sucking my cock.  At first, I didn't know what was happening, but it had
been months since I'd had sex with my wife, and except for the occasional
jerk off in the shower, I hadn't touched another human being except for
shaking hands..."  He looked down at the carpet again and was silent for a
long moment.  I let him proceed at his own pace.
	"I...I...I mean, his mouth on my cock felt so good to me.  I must have been
horny as hell, to let it go the way I did.  I put my hands on my son's head,
and fucked his mouth until I came.  I was really confused when we finished.
I was still drunk, and totally out of my mind, but I turned over and went
back to sleep without saying anything to him.
	"The next night, John was the one whose turn it was to sleep with me.  The
same thing happened, and I blew his mouth full of my sperm.  It felt so
good, I couldn't help myself, and since I hadn't initiated it with either
boy, I began to justify it in my mind.
	"This went on for several nights, with the same results, and I finally
decided I had to talk to them about it when I was sober.  I picked a Sunday
about two weeks ago.  I woke up hung over, but after a few cups of coffee, I
woke the boys up and told them we had to talk about what had been going on
at night.
	"Well...I...uh...I guess, I couldn't put a stop to it.  We started talking,
but all it did, was get all of us excited, and somehow it just slipped away
from my control, and we ended up sucking and fucking each other most of the
day.  I was feeling so guilty about it, I proceeded to get roaring drunk
again, and passed out completely.
	"The boys told me about you, but didn't tell me who you were.  I got very
jealous of them fucking someone else, and...uh...that's when I beat them up.
  I was in a kind of blind jealous rage when I did it.  As soon as I
stopped, I felt guilty and frightened.  I must have passed out or something,
because I woke up on John's bed with nothing but a sock on.  I remembered
attacking them, but I was too ashamed to deal with it.  I knew I didn't have
anyone to turn to about what had happened, with the sex an all, and I also
knew I was probably looking at jail time if I ever told a soul, or even if
either of the boys told somebody."  I put my arm around him and squeezed his
shoulder.  He looked into my eyes, and I could see the pain there.
	"Do you think I'm a sick fuck?"  His eyes were brimming again.
	"No, not at all.  Let me try to explain something to you."  He looked up
and his watery eyes tried to focus on my face, succeeding only on my mouth.
	"Your sons are probably homosexuals.  I was blunt on purpose.  "They came
on to me just like they came on to you, and each other for that matter.
They told me they had been fucking around with each other for some time now,
so it wasn't anything you did to make it happen.  The question becomes; do
you want it to continue?"
	His hands were shaking a little, and his chest was heaving a bit like he
was trying to keep from crying again.  "Jack," I continued.  "Your two
wonderful sons love you a great deal.  They want the best for you, and were
both willing to give you themselves so you could get some relief.  They saw
how the past few months have been affecting you, and they did what they
could to lessen the pain you were experiencing.  So, if you stop it, they
will be hurt and estranged beyond anything you can imagine.
	"In their immaturity, they came on to me for one reason and one reason
only.  They want you to have someone in your life.  They were uprooted from
what they knew in California, and you plunked them down in a strange city
where none of you knew anyone. They saw you working your rearend off so they
could both get an education.  They also were prescient enough to realize
that when September rolls around, they would be off to college leaving you
to your depression and drinking.  They love you too much to let that happen.
	"They didn't want to leave you in that situation, and so they tried me out,
and when they found my package satisfactory, they asked me to consider
joining their family.  It took me awhile to figure out their ulterior
motives.  I mean I've been around the gay scene long enough to know that two
hunks like Dale and John aren't going to be seriously interested in fucking
an old queer like me.
	"Oh, like you, I think I kidded myself about it, fantasizing I'd lucked
into some of the best sex I'd ever had in my life.  What they really wanted,
was someone they thought they could trust to be with their dad."  He looked
at me for a long time before he spoke.  I could see his emotions playing on
his handsome tear stained face.
	"Do you think I'm gay?"
	"Who knows?  At least you have a little of it in you, or you wouldn't have
had sex with your boys.  Horniness would never replace a person's true
sexuality with one he's not into.  Maybe you're bisexual.
	"If I'm right about your sons' motivations, I'd say, they wanted you and me
to become lovers."  This idea shocked him, and he was silent for a moment
contemplating what it meant.  When he finally spoke, he wiped his tear
stains away, and looked at me again with renewed interest.
	"I think I know why my wife left me.  I haven't thought about it before,
but for several years after the boys were teenagers, our sex life hadn't
been what it used to be."
	"A lot of couples find their sex life declines as they get older."
	"No that's not exactly what was happening.  We still made love, but I can't
remember the last time I was thinking about her when we were fucking."
	"Ah,"  I leaned back against the couch.  "Who were you thinking about
then?"
	"You'll laugh if I tell you."
	" Promise I won't."
	"Brendan Frazer.  The actor."
	"Yeah, I can get into him too.  He's a fucking hunk."  I smiled, and he did
as well for the first time.  "So Jack..., did you ever do anything about
these feelings for another man?"
	"No...Well, I guess I did once.  I stopped into an adult sex shop, and
watched some gay videos in a booth.  I let a guy in the next booth suck me
off."
	"Did you like it?"
	"I guess so.  I came in his mouth, and it disgusted me when he swallowed my
sperm.  I left the shop and never went back again."
	"So, until the incidents with your sons, that was the extent of your sexual
experience with another man?"
	"I guess so."
	"Do you want to change that?"  He looked at me, a smile playing on his lips
lightly.
	"Yeah," he said finally.  "I guess I do."
	"Well, I think it's safe to say that I'm available."
	"Yeah?"
	"Yeah."  I pulled him to me, and kissed him on the mouth.  He was tentative
at first, but slowly, he relaxed into the kiss, and I felt him begin to
probe with his tongue.
	I let my hand drop into his lap, and felt a sizable hardness growing there.
  His hand crept over my thigh, and squeezed my swelling cock gently.
	I broke the kiss, and stood up, taking him by the hand.  I led him to my
bedroom and into our future.

End