This story is a continuation of the story of Kevin Foley, Rick Mashburn, and their "sons," Tim Murphy and Kyle Goodson, that started in "Tim."  It is about gay men and gay boys, and it contains descriptions of sex.  The sex is never intergenerational.  If you are offended by descriptions of gay sex, or if the law in your area forbids you to read them, please exit the story.  Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it.  I appreciate feedback, and you can send it to me at

--Brew Maxwell


Chapter 10

(Justin's Perspective)

The next day was Sunday, so us boys laid low while Kevin and Rick took care of business in their room.  I had learned my lesson good about Sunday morning a few weeks before, so I was like this little angel.  We got the papers in for them, and we made coffee.  We drank up the first pot, so we got a second one ready to turn on as soon as they got up.  We also made the breakfast, but we didn't cook none of it yet.  It was mostly microwave stuff and some of those strange scrambled eggs they liked, so it would only take a few minutes.

"Thank y'all for what you did last night," I said.

"We didn't do nothing," Kyle said.

"You especially, Kyle.  Jesus Christ, man," I said.  "You defended me, you called the big guys over to help, and you talked to Jay when he left.  You call that doing nothing?"

"Yeah.  You want to make something of it, stuuuuuud?  With them things in your tits?"  He was playing cute, and I loved it.

When I finished laughing at him, I asked, "Speaking of that, I thought you wanted to get some."

"We do.  I do," he said.

"When are you going to get 'em?  When they're free," I asked.

"Soon.  Real soon," he said.

"He doesn't think he's ready for something like that for the rest of his life," Tim said.

"The rest of his life?  They come out.  I can take them out," I said.

"I knew that," Kyle said.

Tim slapped him playfully.  "Don't lie.  No, you didn't know that," he said.

Kyle rolled his eyes at Tim and said, "No, I didn't know that."

Tim hit him again, and Kyle laughed.  Those two boys were so cute together.  I knew they loved each other as much as Kevin and Rick loved each other, and it was just fun being around them.

I lit up a smoke, and Kyle did, too.

"Hey, I'm outnumbered here," Tim said.

"So," Kyle asked.

"So this," Tim said.  He took one of Kyle's cigarettes out of the box and lit up.  I had never seen Tim smoke before, but he sure knew how to do it.

In a few minutes, I said, "Boys, I think today might be the day for me and Jay."

"What do you mean," Tim asked.

"I talked to him on the phone after y'all went to bed last night.  He told me he loves me, and I told him I love him, too."

"No, you did not," Kyle said, grinning from ear to ear.

"Yeah, we did," I said.

They both just started grinning and laughing.  They were happy for me, and that made me happy, too.

"Can y'all help me out today," I asked.

"Of course," Kyle said.  "What?"

"Well, he's coming over this afternoon.  We'd kinda like to be alone, you know?"

They both grinned, and Kyle ran in and out the first finger of his right hand through the circle he made with his thumb and first finger of his left hand. 

"I hope," I said, grinning just as much as they were.

"We have to get them out of here," Tim said.

"We can do that.  There's a concert and art show at Sea Side this afternoon.  We'll make 'em take us," Kyle said.  "You don't worry, Bubba.  We got your back."

Kevin and Rick came in just then, and we started playing and cooking and eating.  Those four guys were so nice to me, and I loved them so much.


Just like Kyle said, they had them out of the house by noon.  They had wanted me to go, but I told them Jay was coming over.  They wanted to wait for him so we could all go, but I convinced them it was okay for them to go.

He got there about 12:30.  He had gone to church with his parents, but he had somehow gotten out of eating lunch with them that day.  They always had lunch on Sunday together, so I knew it was special to him to be there with me.

"Hey," I said, when I opened the door for him.

"Kiss me," he said, right away.  I did, of course.  I kissed him long and good, standing right there in the door.

"Thanks for calling last night," I said.

He didn't say anything.  He just kissed me again.

I was so hard, and I wanted him so bad, I didn't know what to do.  I had wanted him before but never that much.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you, too," I whispered.  I couldn't talk louder because I didn't have much wind.

"Let's go to your room," he said.

I followed him into my room.  He kissed me again when we got in there, and I felt his dick against mine through our shorts.  He was a little bit damp from sweating because of how hot the day was, and I could smell it.  It was so clean and so fresh and so masculine.  It was all boy, and I wanted all of that boy right then and there.

"I got tested, and I passed," I said.

"What do you mean," he asked.

"HIV," I said.  "I got tested, and I'm totally negative for that.  I wanted us to be together so bad, man, but I couldn't do that until I knew I was negative."

He was speechless for a little while.

"Oh.  Oh.  Oh.  You are so wonderful.  I love you so much," he said.

"I love you, too.  That's why I put you off.  I didn't want to make you sick.  But I think we should still use condoms for a while.  We can stop using them in a few months, you know, but we've got to make sure, first."

"Does that mean you're ready," he asked.

"Yeah.  I've been ready for weeks."

That Sunday afternoon in July, I gave myself to him, and he gave himself to me.  It had always hurt me real bad before, but that afternoon it was just pure good.  When it was my turn, I did it careful and slow and sweet and nice, and it made him happy, too.  He liked it as much as I did, and that was his first time doing it that way.

My brothers wanted to hear all about it that night.  They were so happy for me when I told them.  I hadn't died yet, but I had damn sure gone to heaven.   

(Kevin's Perspective)

Justin found a 1995 four-speed pickup for $5,000.  Rick co-signed the loan for him, and Justin had it paid off by Kyle's birthday in November.  He started adult school when the regular school year started, and he made very good progress.  After his pre-test scores showed he was within the reach of ready, his counselor made plans for him to take the GED in January, and Gene Goodson promised him a real job when he finished.

George Murphy went to work for Dr. Kelly after he passed his state licensure exam at the end of August, and Tim and Kyle once again roamed among the three houses.  We didn't see quite as much of them once school started, but they spent at least a couple of nights at our house every week.  Our puppies were growing up fast.

Life was good at Foley-Mashburn Estates, and all of our kids were doing fine.  But fall is hurricane season in northwest Florida, and Rick and I weren't quite expecting the winds of change in our lives that that fall would bring.

The story of Kevin, Rick, Tim, Kyle, and Justin is going to be continued.  The next section will be called "Kyle."  I haven't finished writing "Kyle" yet, and I don't post parts of stories until the whole things are finished.  I know some of you really like these guys, as I do, and I won't let my regular readers down.  Please be patient.  Thanks for all the great e-mail.  I read every one and respond to them, too.

--Brew Maxwell