This story is a continuation of the story of Kevin Foley, Rick Mashburn, and their "sons," Tim Murphy, Kyle Goodson, and Justin Davis that started in "Tim" and continued in "Justin."  It is about gay men and gay boys living and loving together as a family, 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

Kyle, Part 1

Chapter 1

I answered the phone on the second ring, and it was Gene Goodson, Kyle's dad.  Rick was pouring over a seed catalogue, trying to decide what he wanted to plant that fall at home and at work.

"Hello," I said.

"Hello, Kevin.  This is Gene Goodson."

"Oh, hey, Gene, how are you," I asked.  Gene rarely called our house, and he only ever did it when he wanted to talk to Kyle.  Kyle wasn't there then, though.

"I'm fine, Kevin.  I hope you and Rick are good."

"We're great," I said.  "I hope this ain't no Seminole-bashing call."  Rick and I had gone to Florida State University, and Gene had gone to the University of Florida.  The rivalry between those two schools on the football field was a kind of motif that ran through every encounter either of us had with Gene, and it spread the fun of college football throughout the whole year.

"The Gators only bash the Noles once a year.  You know that.  But when we bash, we bash good," he said.

We kept up the banter for a few more exchanges.  Then Gene said,

"Kevin, I actually called on a serious matter."

I could tell by the change in his tone of voice that it was something important, and the only thing I could think of was Kyle.  Kyle was his sixteen-year-old gay son whom my partner/husband Rick and I had "adopted" the previous January.  Kyle and Tim, Kyle's boyfriend and the son of our next door neighbor, had spent an enormous amount of time in our home over the last nine months, and we even had a bedroom that was officially theirs.

"Is it Kyle," I asked.  I'm sure there was a touch of urgency in my voice, if not downright panic.

"Oh, no.  He's fine.  Full of piss and vinegar, thanks to you guys," Gene said.

"What is it, then," I asked.

"It's something I want to discuss with you and Rick.  I was wondering if it would be convenient for me to come over right now."

"Sure, Gene," I said.  "Come on over."  Rick and I were in just our briefs.  Our foster son, Justin, was with his boyfriend, Jason, and we had been looking forward to some private time together.  Rick got the "Oh, God!" look on his face when he heard me say that to Gene.

"I'll be there in five minutes," he said, "and you and Rick put on some clothes."  He chuckled.

I chuckled, too.  "Okay.  See you in five."

"I take it he's coming over," Rick said with a sigh.  "Is Kyle okay?"

"Kyle's fine.  I don't know what he wants, but whatever it is, he sounded pretty serious.  We better at least put on shorts," I said.

We put on shorts and tee shirts out of respect for our son's dad, and he got to our house from his house down the street in less than five minutes.  Rick and I would have walked, but Gene drove.

"Hey, how you doing," I asked when I opened the door.

"Doing great," he said.  He and I shook hands, and he did the same with Rick.  We gestured for him to have a seat, and he sat in the leather chair Rick had given me for Christmas.

"Would you like some coffee or a coke or something, Gene," Rick asked.

"You don't happen to have any bourbon, do you?"

"Yeah, I think we do.  If Kyle and Tim didn't drink it up," Rick said.

Gene and I both laughed.  Rick came back with drinks for all three of us, but I knew his was just a stage prop.

"What's going on," I asked.  "You sounded pretty serious on the phone."

"Well, here's the deal.  Y'all know about my businesses, of course.  I'm about to expand big time.  I have been given an opportunity to buy Harbor Resort."

Rick and I looked at each other.  We both knew that place well, and each of us individually had entertained doing our student internships there a few years before.  We had each chosen Surfside Resort, the place where we worked, because they paid interns better, but we both knew the Harbor was on a par with our place, or better.

"You're going to buy the whole thing," Rick asked incredulously.

"I hope so," Gene said.  "I've been working on this deal for six months, and I've been spending most of my time lining up investors.  I think I have it worked out."

"Oh, man, that's great," Rick said.

"It is, Rick, and you and Kevin have been raising my son for me in the mean time," Gene said.

"It's been our pleasure," Rick said.

"I know that, Rick, but Rita and I are eternally grateful to y'all for what you have done for Kyle.  But anyway, I'm here to talk business with y'all."

I didn't know what to think, and I knew Rick didn't either.

"I've been able to keep things going in my other businesses, but it has just about killed me.  The next six months are going to be crucial to this deal, and I need to devote full time to it without having to be worried about the hotels, motels, and gift shops I already own.  I need people that I know I can count on to run those for me, and I'm turning to you guys for help."

"We've both got friends we can recommend, Gene," I said.

"I'm not interested in your friends, Kevin.  I want the two of you."

I felt like somebody had thrown a punch into my gut at that moment.  I was weak.

"What exactly did you have in mind, Gene," Rick asked.

"I've basically got two different types of businesses, both of which cater to tourists.  I've got the hotels and motels, and I've got the gift shops.  What I want to propose is that each of you become an executive vice president of my corporation.  Kevin, I'd like to see you over the hotel-motel part, and Rick, I want you over the retail outlets.  I will be completely tied up, so you'll each have a totally free hand at running those parts of the business.  The only thing I will insist upon is that you not sell any of my properties without clearing it with me first."  He smiled at the irony of what he had just said.

"Jesus Christ, Gene.  We're only twenty-six years old," I said.

"So what?"

"Aren't we sort of young to be in charge of something that big," I asked.

"You haven't been too young to turn my boy from a scared little kid with the self-esteem of a mouse or less into a confident, self-assured young man who would take on the devil himself, if necessary, to protect y'all and Tim and Justin."

"Is this about Kyle," Rick asked.

"He told me you would ask that question when I told him about what I was thinking.  Rick, do I impress you as the kind of man who would turn over a multi-million-dollar-a-year business to two guys just because they happened to have been nice to my kid?  Don't get me wrong, Rick.  I love you and Kevin for what y'all have done for Kyle, but I'm here tonight as a businessman.  I have checked and double checked you guys out from a professional standpoint, and I know you can do the job for me."

"Gene, this is pretty overwhelming, man.  This is absolutely the last thing we were expecting," I said.

"I know, and I'm sorry to spring it on you like this, boys, but I didn't know how else to approach you."

"Would it be ungracious to talk about compensation," Rick asked.

"I'm surprised it's taken y'all this long to get to the bottom line, Rick, but it's kind of a credit to your character that it did take this long.  I'm offering two hundred thousand dollars a year, plus about an eighty thousand benefits package."

Our mouths dropped.

"That's for each of you, of course."

Nobody said anything for a long time.

"Well, look, guys.  Y'all think about it, okay?  Rita and I are going to Charleston tomorrow for a family wedding, but I'd like to know something Monday.  Today's Wednesday.  Is that enough time for y'all?"

"It's plenty of time," Rick said.

"I'm sure you'll have a lot of questions, and I'm sorry I won't be here to answer them.  You can talk to my assistant, though.  She's been with me for ten years, and she knows the business about as well as I do.  Her name is Amy Rogers.  Just give her a call.  And she'll know how to get in touch with me anytime.  My wife and her sister have been planning this damn wedding for months, but it couldn't have come at a worse time for me."

"Thanks, Gene," Rick said.  I said thanks, too, and we showed Gene to the door.

"Oh, one more thing," Gene said as he was almost out.

"What's that," I asked.

"Well, George Murphy and I have sort of gotten to be pretty good friends, and he told me he put it in his will that y'all would have custody of Tim if anything happened to him."

"That's right," I said.

"What would you say if I asked you the same thing about Kyle?"

"You mean if something happens to George Murphy we get Kyle, too," Rick asked.

Gene was tickled at Rick at that moment.  He started to say something two or three times, and each time he just laughed some more.

"I think you and Kyle were twins separated at birth.  How do you put up with the two of them together, Kevin," he asked.

"It's a struggle, but I manage.  Gene, ordinarily we'd want to talk something like that over, but I know where he stands on the matter, and I know where I stand.  We would be more than honored."

"Thanks, fellas.  I sort of knew you were going to say that," he said.  "'Course Rita and I aren't looking to buy the farm anytime soon, that's for sure.  She and I are only forty-three, and Kyle will be long grown up by the time we check out, I hope."

"What about Clay," I asked.

"Clay's eighteen already, so he's an adult.  Adults can't have legal guardians, evidently.  But if it comes to it, I hope you'll both look after him and love him, too," Gene said.

"You know we will, buddy," Rick said.  

We all shook hands again, and Gene left.

Rick and I were both numb.  We sat down on the sofa close to one another, but neither one of us said anything.  It was the offer of a lifetime, but we hadn't been prepared to receive it. 

Rick spoke first.  "What do you think?"

"I don't know what to think.  That's a lot of money, for sure."

"I know.  That, like, quadruples our income.  I wonder if it will quadruple our work loads," he said.

"That's what I'm wondering," I said.  "I wish there was somebody we could talk to about it.  I'm thinking we both need to take the next couple of days off to pick Amy Rogers' brain, don't you?"

"For sure," he said.

The back door opened, and Tim and Kyle bounced in.  They were both as excited as two monkeys with a stalk of bananas.

"Did y'all say 'yes,'" Kyle asked.

"Did you know about this, you little ape," Rick asked.  Rick and Kyle had a sort of ESP thing between them, and they teased each other mercilessly, but in great fun.

"Yup," Kyle said.  "I wanted to tell y'all so bad, but he made me give my word, on my honor."

"Well, you did the right thing, Kyle," I said, "but we're just a little bit numb right now."

"I think y'all should do it," Kyle said. 

"We're a little worried about the changes it might mean in our lifestyle, bud," Rick said.

"I asked him about that, Rick.  I knew that would be the first thing y'all would want to know.  He said it would basically be an eight to five job for both of you."

"Yeah, in the off season, maybe, but what about during tourist season?  Your dad worked 24/7 this past summer," I said.

"Yeah, but that was because of the new thing, Kev.  He never worked that hard before," Kyle said.  "He's got good people working for him at all of the places.  Some of them have been with him for, like, twenty years or something.  They know what to do."

"Do you know Amy Rogers," Rick asked.

"Oh, yeah.  Of course I do.  She's the best," Kyle said.

"We're going to go see her tomorrow," I said.  "If we can do these jobs and still have time for each other and for you guys, we'll take it.  Am I right, Babe?"

"You took the words right out of my mouth, Babe," Rick said.  "Do you know about the other thing, too," Rick asked Kyle.

"No.  What other thing," Kyle asked.

"You dad asked us to be your guardian if something happens to him and your mother," I said.

His face lit up, and both he and Tim broke into huge smiles.  "Oh, man!  That is too good," Kyle said.

"Hey, buddy, it'll only happen if your mom and dad die," Rick said.  

"Oh, yeah," he said, somewhat saddened.  "I don't want them to die."

"Well, they aren't, Kyle, but that's the arrangement, if, God forbid, they do," I said.


We spent the next two days with Amy Rogers at corporate headquarters.  The offices were really nice, and it was pretty obvious she was in charge when Gene wasn't there.  We went over the details of the organization, where the various properties were located, which ones were the most profitable, and who the key people were.  We spent about four hours on the phone with Gene from Charleston, and he answered the questions that Amy couldn't answer.  It appeared more and more that Kyle had been right about the time demands of the job.  When we broached that subject with Gene, he pointed out that he had been running both parts of the business by himself for years and that he had had time for his family.  Dividing it between us would make it that much less demanding.

By Friday night we had all the information to make a decision.  We had asked Justin and Jason to stay home that night so we could talk to them, and, of course, Tim and Kyle were there, too.

"Guys, Rick and I are going to take the jobs Gene offered us," I told them.  The arrangement of the room was classic: I was at my end of the sofa, Rick was at his end, and the four kids were lined up on the floor facing us.

Kyle and Tim let out whoops when I said that, but Jus and Jay seemed like they were in the dark.  It suddenly dawned on me that Justin didn't know what I was talking about.  He had succeeded so well in creating a life for himself with Jason that he wasn't really around home all that much, and he had been left out of the loop on that thing.  I explained what was going on, and he seemed pleased but a bit worried.

"What's going to happen around here," Jus asked.

"It'll be the same as always, buddy," Rick said.  "If anything, Kev will have even more time for us because he won't have those damn night things to be at."

"It'll be even better," Kyle said.  "Y'all will be the bosses, and if you want to be off a day, or go in late so you can run, Rick, nobody will say anything to you.  It's good to be the boss."

"Well, we'll see about that," Rick said, "but this is a tremendous opportunity for both of us.  We had always thought that we'd have to move to get any major promotions.  Now we don't have to."

"Damn!  I'm so happy," Kyle said.  He was obviously excited, and he wiggled around and kissed Tim.

"Keep still, man," Tim said, planting an elbow firmly into Kyle's ribs.

Kyle was laughing hard, and he jumped on Tim to tickle him and wrestle a little.  Tim was laughing, too.  Justin looked at his little brothers with a smile on his face, but he broke the mood right then.

"Jay and I were thinking we'd like to go to a movie tonight.  Is that all right," he asked.

"Sure.  Y'all go ahead," I said.  "That was all we wanted to talk about."

"We're going to shoot pool after the movie, and we're spending the night at Jason's," Justin said.  Like Tim and Kyle, he and Jay moved back and forth between houses.

"Okay, bud.  Have fun," I said.

They left for the movie, and, a few minutes later, Tim and Kyle went next door to Tim's house for the night.

Rick got up and turned off the overhead lights.  He picked up my lighter and lit three candles that were in a little arrangement on the coffee table in front of the sofa.  Then he turned off the lamp that was on.  I knew what he wanted, and I wanted it as much as he did.

He kicked off his flip-flops and pulled his shirt over his head.  Then he undid his shorts and pulled them and his underwear off at the same time.  He stood in front of me in the soft light, and I admired his body.  He had a sharp tan line where his Speedo blocked the sun when he ran every morning, and his thick legs and huge shoulders made him look bigger and more powerful than when he had clothes on.

He sat next to me and started taking my clothes off.  Piece by piece he revealed my body to himself, and I surrendered my clothes willingly, eager for his touch.  We moved into our usual position on the sofa.  My back was against the arm rest, and my torso and legs were spread out in front of me.  He got between my legs and rested his back against my chest.  I moved my legs up over his, and I wrapped my arms around him.  It had been a long time since we had sat that way nude, and feeling him in my arms caused a sudden, almost overpowering, surge of emotion.

"I love you so much," I said.

"I love you that much more," he said.

"Could it get any better," I asked.

"I don't think so, unless we could figure out how to get you pregnant."

"Very funny," I said, as I squeezed him tight.

We sat quietly, just enjoying the feel of one another.  I watched Rick's penis start to move a little.  It was almost imperceptible at first, but then it started to stiffen and grow to full arousal.  Mine was doing the same thing, and I adjusted my position slightly to let it fill the space between my stomach and Rick's back.  We knew that eventually we'd move to our bed, but we were in no hurry.  The luxury of enjoying the quiet and the feel of one another was enough.  I watched a bead of pre-cum form on the end of Rick's penis, and then, with time and the pull of gravity, it dripped down onto him, leaving a tiny hair of the stuff connecting his penis with the puddle beneath it.

From time to time Rick rubbed the inside of my thigh with the back of his hand.  I rubbed his chest occasionally, and he moaned a bit when I flicked my thumb over a nipple.  We stayed that way for a long time.  After a while, he started to lose his erection, but he came back to full attention when I rubbed his nipples.  I knew he loved for me to do that, so I started rubbing his hard little nubs.  He knew what I was doing, and he began pressing back against me so that my penis got the stimulation it needed.  I kept up my assault on his nipples, and pretty soon his penis quivered and released a large drop of semen.  I had seen him do that many times before, and I knew that if I continued stimulating him he would have more of those mini-orgasms before he finally reached a shattering climax.  

I bent my head down and tongued his right ear.

"Ohh," he said softly.

I continued working the body of the man I loved.  He began pressing back against me with a decided rhythm.  I was getting closer and closer to climax.  I worked his nipples again, and, again, his penis throbbed out a drop of cum.  He moaned a bit.

His pace against me quickened, and I got to the brink of orgasm before he stopped and rested.  I felt my own wetness on his back, and that made my dick slide up and down against him more easily.  We continued softly and gently torturing one another with pleasure until finally we couldn't hold back anymore.  Rick tensed in my arms, and he shot a ribbon of cum all the way up to his chest.  Four more spurts followed.  He bucked involuntarily just before he shot, and I knew he had had a big one.  I climaxed a few moments after he did.

"Wow," I said.  "I thought the head of your dick was going to fly off."

"I know.  That was so intense.  I'm sort of weak."

I reached down to the floor for my briefs, and I used them to clean him and me up.  My left leg was going to sleep, so we adjusted our position a little, without getting up.  We drifted off to sleep.

The next thing I was aware of was the smell of cigarette smoke.  I opened my eyes, and it was already daylight.  Rick woke up then, too, and we looked over at Justin and Jason sitting on the floor in their underwear grinning at us.  Both boys were smoking.

"Hi, guys.  What's going on," Justin asked playfully.

"Hey," I said.  "What are y'all doing here?  I thought you were spending the night at Jason's house."

"We were, but we changed our minds," Jus said.  "Is that okay?"

"Of course it is, Justin.  This is your home.  You can stay here anytime you want to," Rick said.  "But what could we do about it if it wasn't okay?"

Rick was hard with morning stiffness, but he didn't try to cover himself in front of the boys.  He got up, still a bit disoriented, and walked to the bathroom.  I got up, too, and went behind him.

"That was pretty incredible last night," he said when I closed the bathroom door.  He was sitting on the toilet hunched forward so he could aim into the bowl.  I heard his piss splatter against the porcelain, and he slowly moved to an upright position as he softened.

"It sure was," I said.  "I guess we gave Jus and Jay a pretty good show this morning."

"Yeah, but so what?"

"I know.  They're big boys.  They can handle it," I said.

We finished in the bathroom and put on fresh underwear before going back into the den.  The boys had made coffee, and Rick and I joined them for a cup at the table.

"Y'all looked really cute, both last night when we got home and this morning," Jus said.

"Why didn't y'all wake us up," I asked.

"What would have been the point of that," Jay asked.  "Y'all looked like you were comfortable enough."

"True," I said, "but...hell, I don't know."

"You guys are awesome," Jason said.  "I wonder if my mom and dad do stuff like that when I'm not around."

 "I don't know your mom, Jay, but I doubt she's got a hard-on when she wakes up," Rick said.  Justin thought that was hilarious, but Jay only smiled.

Rick decided to skip his long run that morning because it was already pretty hot.  It was September, one of the hottest months of the year.  We flipped on the TV set, and the regular program was interrupted by a weather report.  It seemed a hurricane was headed our way.