Date: Mon, 05 Jan 2009 17:23:34 +0000
From: hankster1430@bellsouth.net
Subject: Love is Where You Find It Chapt 16

Love Is Where You Find It
Chapter Sixteen

Tom buried his head in his hands and turned away from us, but Brad jumped
up and embraced his father.  He held him tightly, running his hands up and
down Tom's back, soothing him.

Brad whispered in his father's ear.  "You know Dad how wonderful it is when
a man makes love to a woman, but how horrible and demeaning it is when a
man rapes a woman.  It was a terrible, disgusting thing your uncle did to
you, but when a man loves another man, and they make love, the disgusting
act becomes a beautiful thing.  Can you see the point I am trying to make?
When Aaron and I show each other how much we love the other, we are
performing an act of love, but that act can be defiled when it becomes a
rape."

Tom gave Brad a peck on the cheek.  "I get it," he said, "but please spare
me the details."  That got us all laughing.  We were all laughing hard when
Sam called us into the kitchen.

Brad spoke to his new family every day.  We, Larry and Chuck were invited
to dinner on Saturday night.  The atmosphere at the Wilkinsons was very
relaxed.  Every time I looked at Tom, he was looking at Brad and smiling a
Mona Lisa like smile.  At one point he said, "I thank God every day for
bringing my son back from the dead.  He even gave me a bonus.  Brad's as
fine a son as one could want and he gave me a son-in-law to boot.  I've got
three fantastic sons, but who figured they would all be gay."  That got Tom
laughing.

"Guess what?" Sam asked to break the silence which followed.  "I met some
great guys and girls at the Youth Group last night and Dad said it would be
OK if they came for a visit sometime and we hung out together."

"That's great, Sam," I said.  "I wish I had a support group like that when
I was your age."

"I know it isn't Thanksgiving," Tom said, "but I also want to thank Chuck
and Larry for taking such good care of my boys, not only as surrogate
fathers but for looking after their financial interests also.  I know that
they are in good hands."

The biggest shock came as we were all leaving.  Tom said to Dad and Pop,
"You gay guys do this all the time so I hope you won't mind."  He kissed
them both on the lips, and everyone hugged each other warmly.  He did no
less to us, and of course there were some very wet smacks from Anna and
Sam.

"I'll see you all in church tomorrow," Tom said as we walked to Larry's
car.  The minute we sat down in the car, Brad started crying again.  Where
were all these tears coming from?  "I'm so happy," he repeated over and
over.

In front of the church the next morning, our extended family was standing
around talking.  There were more introductions made to our neighbors and
some of our friends.  Sam spotted some of his friends from the youth group
and scooted off.  Seconds later he returned with two of the guys and one
girl, and he proudly introduced them to his mother, his father and his two
brothers.  (I was included.)  Then he ran off with them and sat with them
during the service.

When the service ended, Tom was incredulous.  " I didn't know what to
expect, but it's a real church.  Not for one minute did Clint forget that
he was a visitor in God's house.  Tell me, does he always make everyone cry
during his sermon?"

"Oh no," I answered. "Usually he makes us laugh."

`Brunch is on us today," Pop said.  He told the Wilkinsons where to meet
us.  Sam declined to go with us, and said that he was going to hang out
with his new friends.

"I have never seen that boy so happy.  Thank you all," Anna said."

"Amen," Tom echoed.

Shortly after we were seated in the restaurant, Clint and Russ joined us.
Jamie and Jim came to church only on special occasions and today was not
one of them.  When Clint arrived, Tom stood up.  He extended his hand and
said, "That was a wonderful sermon Reverend Clint.  I think you directed it
right at me."

"Not so," Russ said.  Everyone in the church always feels like he is
talking directly to them."

"Enough, enough," Clint said.  "I came to eat, and I'm off duty for the
moment."

Every time Tom and Brad were in the same room, I would catch Tom staring at
Brad and grinning.  I do believe he could still not believe what had
happened to him.  Brad had come back from the dead and if that wasn't a
biblical miracle what was?

Maybe it was because Clinton and Russ were more Brad's dad's age that the
three men began to bond instantly.  By the time brunch was over, they were
confirmed friends and Tom and Anna were firmly committed to attend our
church every Sunday.  Brad could not be happier.

And what of Sam's new life?  One of his new friends attended the same high
school as he did, and lived only two streets away.  His parents knew of his
sexual orientation and encouraged him to be part of the youth group at the
"gay" church, but Chris could not convince them to come to services.  Sam
and Chris began to study together and hang out at each other's homes after
school.  When Chris told his parents that Sam's parents had attended the
church, they said that they would give it consideration.

Sam and Chris were both technical virgins.  They had observed other boys
masturbating in the age old game of circle jerks, and although they were
both gay, neither of them had ever touched another boy as yet.  As their
friendship grew they began to discuss the possibility of having sex.  Sam
was nearly fifteen and Chris was a month younger.  Their hormones were more
than raging, and neither realized how strong their friendship was.  Finally
one day, they masturbated together, and after doing that for a few times,
they tried masturbating each other.  Both agreed it was better than flying
solo.  They were sure that they knew what to do if they wanted to have a
full blown sexual encounter, but they had a lot of questions, especially
about anal sex.

"Who is the best person to talk to?"  Chris asked Sam for his opinion.

"As I see it," Sam answered, "we could speak to my brothers, Reverend
Clint, Mr. Inman, or Chuck and Larry, who are like my grandfathers."

"I opt for your grandfathers," Chris said.

"Why?"

"Because I think grand fathers give the best advice when it comes to life's
experiences," Chris opined.

"Sounds like a plan to me," Sam said.  "I'll call them tonight and ask if
we can come over Saturday evening for a chat about the birds and bees."
That got Chris laughing so hard he could barely breathe.  He took Sam in
his arms and kissed him.  Sam melted into Chris's arms.  This was as
intimate as each had ever been with another guy.  Chris suddenly was
overwhelmed at what he had just done.  He stopped kissing Sam and the two
just continued to hold each other tightly.  Sam wanted to say, I love you,
but he was too frightened.

When the boys came over after dinner on Saturday, Larry gave them milk and
chocolate chip cookies.  When they seemed to be comfortable, he asked what
was going on, and how he and Chuck could help.  As he asked that question,
he sat down next to Chuck and took his hand.  He had an idea what was
coming up.

Chris looked at Sam as if to say, it's your ball game.

Finally Sam began to speak.  He faltered badly and he was stammering.

"Don't be afraid," Chuck said.  "We'll listen and we won't judge.  There
will be no penances from the confessional."

Still Sam was unable to come out with it so Chris blurted out, "Sam and I
have feelings for each other, and we would like to have sex, but we really
don't know what's appropriate.  We don't want to do anything to hurt the
other and ruin the moment especially the first time."

"I thought that's what you came for," Larry said.  "Let me think a moment,"
he said and then he began"

First of all you are both very young and you are virgins, but I think you
should still use protection.  I know you think that there will never be
anyone else, but that's another urban myth.  At your ages, let me assure
you there will be lots of others, and there should be.  If you never know
anyone else, you'll never know the joy of making love to the one person in
your life who was meant to be with you forever.  For that reason, I would
recommend that you use protection, if for no other reason than to make it a
habit, until you do commit to each other."

Without any shame, Chuck went to the bedroom and came back with an average
size dildo.  "Unfortunately," he said, "we don't use condoms so I can't
give you any, but I'm going to teach you how to perform oral sex."

Chris and Sam turned red and became very embarrassed, but as soon as Chuck
began to talk and explain how to use their tongues, lips and not their
teeth, it became kind of clinical and they relaxed until he asked if they
were circumcised.

"I am," Sam said, "and I do know that Chris isn't."  Then Chuck advised
that it would be best if Chris peeled back his foreskin, but sometimes they
would make love spontaneously and he told Sam how to push back Chris's
foreskin with his tongue.

"Chris will love it when you do that to him," Chuck assured them.

Larry's trousers were tenting badly and he said, "You know, guys, that's a
lot to absorb for now.  Why don't you try having oral sex for a bit?  We'll
get together soon and we'll have a lesson on anal sex.  Chuck and I believe
that that's the most intimate gift of love two guys can perform together."

He practically rushed the boys out of the house and grabbed Chuck's hand
and pulled him up to the bedroom.

The boys left the house with raging hardons.  "I can't wait," Chris said.
"I want to suck your cock and I want you to suck mine, but where can we go?
Both our folks are home."

"Come with me," Sam ordered and he rushed down to the corner and knocked on
his brothers' door.

Brad answered the door and was pleased as punch to see his brother and
Chris standing there.  "To what do we owe the pleasure?" he asked.

Sam blurted right out.  "Chris and I don't want to be virgins any more.
Can we use your guest room for a while?"

Brad was totally taken aback and bade the boys come in.  I soon joined them
and they filled me in.

"What should we do?" Brad asked me.

"We can't stop them so why not give them a safe, clean environment.  Just
call your folks and tell them that the boys are hanging out here for a
couple of hours.  Chris call your parents and let them know where you are."

Brad took Sam aside.  "Do you need condoms and lube?"

"No," Sam replied. "Chuck and Larry taught us how to perform oral sex and
told us to practice.  Next time they'll give us a lesson in anal sex."

Brad was too shocked to utter a word, so I had to take charge.

"Brad and I like to shower before getting intimate.  You can use the guest
bathroom and the guest room.  I'll get you some wash cloths and towels."
Then as an after thought I added, "It's fun to start playing in the
shower.'

"You mean we should shower together?" Chris asked in all innocence.

"Well, if you want to play together, that's the general idea," I answered
him.

I went to get the towels and wash cloths, and by the time I returned to the
living room, they were both standing and talking to Brad totally in the
nude.  They were both quite erect. Young kids have no shame, especially
when they don't have my Mormon upbringing.  It was obvious that they were
both well hung for fifteen year olds.  They grabbed the towels and ran to
the bathroom.  I was surprised that they didn't close the door, but decided
that they were just being perfectly relaxed with Sam's brothers around.

By this time I was so aroused, I threw myself on top of Brad who was
sitting on the sofa.  I'm not sure how it happened, but in seconds we were
naked and I was sucking Brad's cock.  He was near his orgasm when suddenly,
he pushed me away.

"What are you doing?" I asked.  He turned his head toward the hallway and
there were the two boys standing and watching us.

"We have a question," Sam said.  "Do you spit it out or do you swallow it?"

Before I could answer them, Brad yelled out, "I'm cumming."  Apparently he
had gone beyond the point of no return when he pushed me away.  I
immediately bent down over him and he came in my mouth.  What dribbled down
my chin was sucked up by Brad as he kissed me passionately.

"I think that answers your question," I said to the boys.  "I haven't loved
the taste of everybody's cum, but Brad's tastes like honey to me.  Maybe
it's because I love him so much."

Chris grabbed Sam's hand and led him into the bedroom as Brad went down on
me.

When all of us were through making love, we dressed and sat around talking.
Suddenly we realized that in our lust, we hadn't called the parents.  We
remedied that immediately.  Both sets of parents were happy to hear that
the boys were in a safe place.  Hah!

Sam sat himself down next to Brad and said, "Bro, I don't want to wait for
Chuck and Larry to teach us how to have anal sex.  Please, will you guys
teach us?"

"What the hell," I said.  "Why not."

We both explained to the boys the importance of preparing the anus
properly, how to stretch it, and how to lube it well.  Finally we taught
them about the prostate.  They had heard about the gland but were unaware
of its importance in sex.

"It hurts at first, but after awhile you won't be able to wait for it to
happen.  It's the ultimate act of intimacy." Brad said.

"Chuck and Larry told us to use condoms, until we committed to each other
totally," Sam said.

"That's a good idea," I said.  I left the boys with Brad and came back with
a brand new tube of lube and a box of one dozen condoms.

"Here," I said as I handed them to the boys, "Brad and I don't use them
anymore.

Sam hugged me and then his brother.  Chris followed suit.

We didn't want them walking home at this late hour so we drove them.  We
stopped first at Chris's house.  The two boys kissed goodnight and had
trouble letting go of each other.

 When we got to the Wilkinsons we could see that they were still awake so
we went inside.  Of course Anna insisted on making a cup of coffee and some
chocolate chip cookies for her `little boys.'  All the while I kept
wondering if Brad, Chuck, Larry and I had done the right thing by
instructing the two boys in the joys of gay sex.  They were gay after all.
We weren't trying to convert them or anything like that.

Tom interrupted my musing.

"You guys are such a good role model for Sam," he said.

I could only hope that he was right.  Somehow I wasn't sure that what had
happened tonight was for the best.


To be continued.......