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 email@example.com.
Kyle, Part 1
The Thanksgiving dinner was wonderful. I had never had a meal like that before. We always had Thanksgiving dinner at my grandparents' house, and I used to like that, too, because all my cousins were there. I wondered if they were celebrating without me. I got a little bit sad when I thought about my mom and my grandma and grandpa. I wished they still wanted me.
Justin and I went up to our room after we finished dinner.
"What are you thinking about, Buddy," he asked.
"My mom. My grandparents. My cousins."
"Are you pretty sad?"
"Yeah. I guess."
He took me in his arms and hugged me.
"We love you here, you know?"
"I know, and I love all you guys, too. I don't know why they don't want me anymore. I'm not a bad boy. I never got in trouble; I made good grades; I did what they told me."
"Some people are just assholes, Bri," he said. "I want you. We want you. You're a wonderful brother."
I didn't say anything. When I first met Justin, I thought he would be a mean bully. I thought he would pick on me and make fun of me, and even beat me up. But he never did. Justin turned out to be really sweet and nice.
"You make me feel good," I said, after a long pause.
"What do you mean," he asked. "The sex?"
"Yeah. But other ways, too. What you did to me with your mouth this morning was unbelievable. I wanted to do it to you, too, but I just couldn't. That's what the guy in Tampa tried to force me to do. One of the things, anyway."
"Remember what I told you. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. That's the number one sex rule in this house, and I obey it."
"I know. I want to, though. The way you did it was so soft and nice. It was like you were loving me when you did it. I want to do that to you, too. And it felt so good. I want to make you feel that good, too."
"You will when you're ready," he said.
"Are you hard right now," I asked.
"Yeah. Are you?"
"Yeah, and my underwear is getting all wet. Why does that clear stuff come out when you get hard?"
"I don't know," he said. "It comes out of me, too, though. Not Jason, though. He doesn't make any of that."
"Does it have a name," I asked.
"The bastard I used to live with in Alabama called it dog water, but I think the real name is pre-cum," he said. "Let's ask Kevin and Rick about it. Right now, though, can I have a kiss?"
I smiled, and we kissed. In a little while, I did for Jus what he had done for me, and, to my surprise, I enjoyed it. He shot a lot of sperms into my mouth, and I swallowed them. Part of his body would be part of me forever, and I liked that idea. Jus did it to me again, too, and, afterwards, we held each other and fell asleep.
Bam! Bam! Bam! "Open up," Kyle said. "The sex police are here!"
We woke up startled. Jus got out of bed naked and opened the door. Tim and Kyle came in.
"Jesus Christ, Kyle! Can't you keep your fucking voice down, man?" Jus sounded angry.
"What's up with you, Justin? Huh? I was just teasing you, man," Kyle said. I could tell Kyle didn't like what Justin had said or how he had said it.
"We were sound asleep, man. You scared the shit out of me," Jus said.
"Justin, man, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to have fun." Kyle looked like his feelings were hurt.
"I know. I'm sorry, Bubba. I over reacted," Justin said.
"You guys weren't fooling around," Kyle asked.
"We were asleep, but so what if we were," Jus said. "It's none of your business. I don't ask for a blow by blow of what you and Tim do, do I?" Kyle hadn't asked that to be mean or nosey, I didn't think. But Jus didn't like the question, I guess.
"Oh, so there was some blowing going on, eh?" Kyle had the cutest grin, and he used it when he said that.
Justin hurled a pillow at Kyle and hit him in the head.
"Let's get him, Buddy," Jus said to me. He and I were completely naked, but we jumped on Kyle and knocked him to the floor. Justin jumped on him and pinned him down, and I grabbed his legs to keep him from kicking. He had on the boots that Justin and Jason had given him for his birthday.
Timmy jumped on Justin and started tickling him. Jus fought back hard, but it was more than he could take. In no time at all, all four of us were wrestling one another, tickling, laughing, trying to pin one another. I figured the grown-ups were going to be pissed at us for making a racket. After about ten minutes of hard play, we were all pooped. We all flopped down on the floor, breathing hard. Justin's dick, and mine, were both hard as rocks, and I could see hard dicks on both Tim and Kyle, but under their jeans. Kyle was closest to me, and he noticed. He put his hand on my dick, and I didn't flinch or pull away.
"What's this all about," he said, bouncing it a little.
"Leave it alone, Kyle," Justin said. "That doesn't belong to you." His voice wasn't angry, but it was dead serious.
Kyle looked at Justin and smiled. "Okay, Bubba. You made your point." Kyle got up and gave Tim a hand in getting up. Then he gave Justin a hand getting up, too, while Tim helped me up. Kyle grabbed Justin in a bear hug. They kind of danced around a little bit, and they both started laughing.
"What's going on," I asked Tim.
"Justin just stood up to Kyle for how he feels about you," Tim said.
"You mean...," I started to say.
Tim grinned at me and nodded. "Absolutely," he said.
All of a sudden, I was just sort of overcome by a wave of happiness.
Justin and I got dressed. Kyle had on very tight blue jeans, his boots, and his Levi jacket, unbuttoned and without a shirt. Justin dressed exactly the same way. They both looked really sexy dressed like that. On the way downstairs, Kyle stopped at their room and got the cowboy hat Dave and I had given him.
"We got some shit to kick tonight," Kyle said, grinning.
We went downstairs, got a snack from the leftovers Rick had put out, and we spent the rest of the night dancing and being happy with our family.
Kevin was nervous as a cat for two days before his parents and Craig and Cherie got here. It was going to be the first time his parents had met any of the boys, and he was desperate for them to like the kids and for the kids to make a good impression.
"I don't think we should do the big dinner," he said on Tuesday night. We were both in the kitchen. I had been cooking up a storm for Thanksgiving, and he had been in there helping me and keeping me company.
"Get out of here! You're joking, right?"
"I don't want the boys to screw up. There are so many courses and so much to it that they're not used to."
"We'll teach them. What's the big deal? They're not morons, and it's not rocket science, you know?"
"I know. I'm being irrational," he said.
"Here's what's going to happen. Write this down. They are going to be here ten minutes, and all four of them are going to be in love with those boys. Mark my words."
"You don't know my parents," he said.
"Yes, I do know your parents, Kevin. They accepted me, didn't they?"
"Yeah, but you're the one...."
"I'm the one you love, right? Is that what you were going to say?"
"And who else do you love, Kevin? Do you love Tim? Kyle? Justin? Brian? Jeff?"
"I see your point. God, I'm so glad I have you to keep me straight."
"Let's let that last line die a slow and unmourned death, okay?"
"Here's how it's going to shake down. Your mom is going to take one look at Brian, and her heart is going to melt. She's going to think, 'My Kevin when he was fourteen,' and she'll have Brian in her lap in less than a half hour."
"Her little Kevin. Yeah, right."
"I swear to God, Babe. I'm sure that's what you looked like when you were fourteen. I realize the cigarette breath came a year later, but it wasn't there at fourteen. And it's not there on him."
"You asshole. I hate you," he said, between the laughs.
"Next is Craig. He'll latch on to Kyle in an instant. Craig will probably get a hard-on, in fact."
"Jesus! If I didn't know better, I'd say you were drunk or high or something."
"Tell the truth. Has seeing Kyle ever made you hard," I asked.
"Keep on with your theory," he said, and we both laughed.
"Your dad. No question. He'll bond instantly with Tim, just like you and I did."
"We bonded instantly with Kyle, too," he said.
"I know, but he's already taken. Then, when Ed meets George, the heart surgeon and the mouth surgeon will bond, and Tim will be forgotten in favor of his dad."
"You make 'em sound queer," he said.
"And if they turn out to be?"
"Go on. We've still got Cherie in the mix. She's a wild card, so to speak."
"Naw, not at all. She's going to latch on to Jeff with both claws, and he'll love it. When he meets her, he'll wish he was straight."
"I can see that. She's very compassionate, and Jeff's probably our most difficult one, don't you think? I mean, losing his family, and then losing Clay? Plus, he's so smart and so damn good looking. You're right. Cherie and Jeff will definitely bond. But what happens to Justin? There are four adults and five kids. He's the only one not accounted for in this theory of yours."
"Your mother has two knees, Babe. One for Brian; one for Justin."
"Yeah. I can see that. If Brian is me at fourteen, Justin is pretty much Craig at seventeen. With some obvious exceptions, of course. I think you might be right about this."
"Oh, I'm sure I am," I said. "I've thought about this quite a bit."
"You've been as nervous about this as I have, haven't you?"
"I haven't really been nervous about it, but I have thought about it 24/7. Yes."
He grabbed me in a big hug. "You jerk. Why didn't you say something?"
"Because I was busy working out my theory. I didn't have time to get nervous or worried."
"I love you," he said.
"I love you more," I said, and we kissed.
We took the next day off to get ready for the company. After the boys had left for school, Kevin said,
"Have you noticed a difference in Brian and Justin?"
"You mean that they're in serious 'like' for one another?"
"You did notice it. Why haven't you said something?"
"Because it was just a vague hunch until this morning at breakfast. That's when I picked up the biggest vibes. What about you?"
"Yeah, it was this morning, and it wasn't anything specific. Maybe we're reading more into it than is there," he said.
"Would you have a problem if they became boyfriends? Started having sex," I asked.
"Brian is so young," he said.
"No younger than Tim was when he and Kyle hooked up," I said. "A few months older, in fact."
"You're right. What an Odd Couple, though."
"Not really. The way I see it, Justin, Kyle, and I are very much alike. You, Tim, and Brian are very much alike. You're in love with me, and Tim's in love with Kyle. Why not Brian and Justin?"
He thought for a few minutes, looking for holes in my reasoning.
"Once again, I can't refute what you're saying. How did you get to be so smart?"
"It's all that stuff you've been pumping up my ass for the last three-and-a-half years. You've turned me into you."
That night, when it was clear that George needed to spend the night at our house, Justin was quick to say George could have his room and he would sleep with Brian. By then, the rest of my theory had been proven correct. Kevin looked at me and smiled.
"A hundred percent on the money, Babe," he said quietly to me.
"There are going to be some boyfriend changes around here," Kyle said to Kevin, but I overheard it.
My birthday has always been like the start of the holiday season for me. It was on November 13, which is six weeks before Christmas, but I always felt like the holidays had started on that day. That year, though, the holidays started in a major way.
We had a great party, and I couldn't believe the gifts I got. The best one was the boat my parents gave me. I was totally surprised by that. Clay and I had grown up on the water, and we had always had a ski boat. I had started skiing when I was four years old, and I had really missed having a boat. I don't know why my dad sold our last one and didn't buy another one. I know he had the money. I guess it was because my mom never really liked boats, and, now that Clay and I were older and had friends with boats, he didn't want to be bothered. Anyway, I got me a really nice boat, nicer than my car, even, and I was very, very happy about that. I named it Clay because I knew he would have wanted to be on it every minute I was.
I got some other great gifts, too. Tim and I got a trip to New York City and a thousand dollars to spend. That was from Kevin and Rick. Tim's dad gave me a digital camera that also took video. I loved it, once I figured out how to work it. One of my favorite gifts came from Justin. He said it was from Jason, too, but I knew the truth about that. It was a pair of cowboy boots. I was about five feet, ten inches tall, but those boots made me an even six feet. Wow! Little Brian, and his buddy Dave, gave me a really nice Stetson cowboy hat, and I was all set. Tim gave me a gold ID bracelet, with a watch set into it, and that was something I would never take off.
But Thanksgiving was right around the corner, and Kevin's parents were coming. I wanted so bad for them to like me, to like us, really; all of us. Kevin's mom just about sucked up Brian and Justin, and his dad sort of fell in love with Tim. His sister-in-law latched on to Jeff, and that made me really happy. But Craig got my ass, and it was like we were twins separated at birth.
It was hard to realize that Kevin and Craig were even related, much less brothers and best friends. Craig was straight, of course, but all that straight-gay shit didn't even enter his mind. Craig was built like me and Rick, and Kevin was built like...well, like Kevin. Kevin was a great guy, but sometimes he got a little bit intense, like about sex and drinking and stuff like that. Craig couldn't care less. He was totally free and totally open. They had a lot of traits in common, but, I guess, Craig was just more fun-loving, or something. Sort of like Rick.
Speaking of Rick, he did a hell of a job on the Thanksgiving dinner, and on the dinner we had Wednesday night, too. I could live on raw oysters, and I just about did that Wednesday night. We had oyster dressing for Thanksgiving, and it was awesome.
But the big news that weekend was--you guessed it--Brian and Justin. I knew they both had big crushes on me, but that was just too bad. I had my man, and he was all I wanted. But they finally found one another. I think Brian had been afraid of Jus. Let me tell you something about Justin. That boy is pure sweet to the core. He acted like a total prick when he first came to live with us, but he mellowed out pretty quick. He and I almost got into a fist fight a few times, and I know he would have given to me just as much as I gave to him. I thought I could whip his ass, and I probably could have. But after a while, I didn't want to fight him anymore. I really started liking him as a brother and a very good friend. Then ole Brian comes along.
Brian is absolutely beautiful. That sounds like something you would say about a girl, but he's not girlish at all. He's all boy. He reminds me of Tim a lot, who is also beautiful, but Tim is more developed, more mature than Brian. Brian's smart, too. He has a pretty dry sense of humor, and he makes comments that get everybody laughing, but only after we think about them for a few seconds.
I think he and Justin did something the first night we moved into the new house. I don't have any proof, and it's none of my business, if they did. Brian had been sort of dating this guy named Dave, that Tim had sort of liked a little when he and I first got together. Dave was a nice guy, but I could tell by the way he and Brian talked and sat and walked together that there wasn't anything between them, really.
And, of course, Justin had Jason. Jason had dated my brother some, and I found that to be really awkward around Jeff. My brother loved Jeff, and he planned to spend the rest of his life with Jeff, which, I guess, he actually did. Jason never brought that up, but I knew it and Tim knew it. I will say this for Jason, though. He was a nice guy, and he never hurt Justin, like those guys he used to fuck did.
Our Thanksgiving was great. I called my parents that morning, and they said they had been to church to say thanks to God for me and for Tim and for Kevin and Rick. That, and the pickled shrimp at dinner, made my day.
Somebody was out in Kyle's boat all day on Friday. We needed wetsuits to ski, so Kyle, Tim, and Rick went to the warehouse and found some fairly early in the morning. They estimated sizes, and they got three different sizes that took care of everybody. Tim took the first pass, with Kyle driving. He did really well, and he was able to do some of the tricks Kyle had taught him. Following Kyle's suggestion, he had just worn his underwear under the wetsuit. It was soaked, of course, and you could clearly see his package when he took the wetsuit off. But he didn't seem to mind that when he got back in the boat. Cherie was on that trip, and she looked at him but didn't say a word.
Kyle was up next to ski, and he was magnificent. He started up barefoot. His 100 hp engine got him up, but it was an effort. He showed off with all kinds of tricks and stunts, and the bottoms of his feet were just about raw when he finally came back on board. He took off the wetsuit, and his underwear was transparent, as well.
"They don't have any inhibitions, do they," Cherie said to me.
"They're not naked, but, no, they really don't. They accept you."
"Those boys are built like men down there. Do you think that's a compliment to me that they wouldn't be embarrassed? I think it is."
"I know it is. You're their sister, and they know you love them," I said.
Kyle had his jeans jacket on. He took off his wet briefs, dried himself, and put on a fresh, dry pair. It was a beautiful sunny day, and it got into the mid-sixties by ten o'clock. He just stayed like that, ready to put a wetsuit on for his next turn on the skis.
"God, he's sexy," Cherie said.
"Yes, he is."
She looked at me strangely for a second, and then she grinned. "I forget sometimes that you and Rick would actually notice that about another guy," she said.
"Rick predicted that Craig would really take to Kyle, and he was right. He even said Kyle would give him an erection."
She laughed hard at that. "He probably did. Something damn sure had him hot that night, and I don't think it was your dad's detailed description of open-heart surgery on the trip over."
I laughed hard, and she joined me.
We all went out to dinner Friday night. George and Rita were home from Charleston, and they had us over for drinks before we went to the restaurant. I made sure Kyle knew not to drink any alcohol if he would be driving, and he gave me a smirk.
"Do you think I'm a fool," he asked. "I know my responsibilities."
"Sorry, Bubba, but it's the daddy in me, okay?"
He grinned his beautiful smile. "I know it, and I love it. But Tim and I are riding with my parents, and my mom will drive. She doesn't drink, you know."
I did know that, and I was glad he had had the foresight to work that out ahead of time.
"Besides, I never really drink much, you know. I know the limits." Classic Kyle, that.
I was totally unprepared for what we found when we got to Kevin and Rick's house on Wednesday afternoon. Kevin and I had talked on the phone about their foster kids, and about Jeff, their foster adult son, and I fully expected basket cases. Cherie and I had talked about how pathetic those boys must be and how we could expect them to be rude and sullen and unfriendly. We went there expecting to be social workers. How naive!
All three of the official foster kids were very good looking, for starters, and Brian and Jeff probably could have had careers as models, given the right opportunities. Justin was probably the biggest surprise. He was a touch country, but it wasn't anywhere nearly as redneck or unsophisticated as I had imagined. He was very well built, and he has quite a nice sense of humor. None of them was particularly shy, although Brian and Jeff took longer than the other three to really warm up to us.
I knew Tim was Kevin's favorite, although he had never said that in so many words. When I met him, I immediately saw why. Tim had a really quick smile, and he had that well-scrubbed, boy-next-door, Eagle-Scout look that I associated with the All-American Boy. And he was definitely still a boy, not a man. He was about my height--a couple of inches shy of six feet--and he had filled out pretty well, but there was still a boyish cuteness about him that, frankly, reminded me of both my brother when he was younger and a pedigreed puppy, at the same time.
It was obvious from the get-go that Tim was totally smitten with Kyle, and Kyle with Tim. Maybe it was because I knew they were lovers, but it seemed as though they were in a kind of mutual orbit around one another, like two electrons that depended on one another for energy. They didn't touch each other, or sit next to each other, or even say much to each other directly, but I sensed a complete absorption of one with the other. Kevin and Rick came across that way, as well, and I hoped people had that same sense about Cherie and me.
The star of the show, though, was Kyle. He was stunningly handsome, and very well built--solid, formidable, yet lean, all at the same time. He had dark hair and eyes, and his skin tone, while not even dark enough to be called olive, looked tanned, healthy, alive. I knew he had just turned seventeen, but I thought he could have been any age under twenty-five. Where Tim was boyish and puppyish, Kyle was manly and very much a Big Dog.
Whether it was some subtlety about his posture, the way he carried himself, or just his smile, he exuded maleness, exuded sexuality. I had read an article about the alpha male in wolf packs. The author had extended that metaphor to some men. They were the natural leaders, the guys other men deferred to without a sense of loss of masculinity or power. They were rare, the author claimed, but they existed. Kyle was such a man, and he was clearly, if benevolently, in charge of his pack of boys. I'm not gay, or even bisexual, but I'm also not ashamed to admit I felt a slight stirring down below in his presence. Later, after the boys had gone to bed Thanksgiving night, the subject of the alpha male came up in conversation, and George Murphy, my mother, and Cherie said they had the same sense about Kyle.
"Hi. I'm Kyle Goodson, and I know you're Craig," he said, extending his hand to shake with me.
"Nice to meet you, Kyle," I said.
"How was the trip," he asked.
"Not too bad. We made it in five hours. We would have been here quicker, but the women had to stop several times," I said.
"I know how that is. My mom's the same way," he said.
That was the extent of our one-to-one conversation that afternoon, but I felt somehow ensnared, captivated by him. He sat on the floor with the other kids, at least until my mom pulled Brian and Justin on either side of her to pet them and mother them. Cherie buddied up with Jeff, and Dad latched on to Tim. Kyle joined the conversation with Kevin, Rick, and me until it was time for them to get busy on the oysters.
After dinner, back on the patio, Kyle and Justin both smoked cigarettes with Kevin and me. Even the way Kyle smoked was sexy. When he took his shirt off because he had drenched it with the muddy juice from an oyster, my dick doubled in size. I didn't get a full erection, but it was definitely a sexual response to him.
"He's sexy as hell, isn't he," Rick asked me with his devilish grin out of earshot of the others.
"How would I know," I asked.
"Maybe that dude can tell you," he said, looking down at my crotch and indicating it with a jerk of his head.
I felt myself blush, and Rick laughed.
"Don't be embarrassed. Guys do that to me all the time," he said.
"Yeah, but I ain't...Hey, what are you doing to me, here," I asked, suddenly realizing it was all part of our gay-straight teasing game.
"Do you know the expression GOT YOU LAST?" Until then, Rick's voice had been soft and discreet, but he bellowed the last three words.
Know it? I fucking made it up, I thought. Evidently Kevin had introduced our boyhood game to his family, and, indeed, Rick had gotten me last.
"Way to go, Bubba," Kyle said, knocking fists with Rick. "But we all missed it. What did y'all say?"
"That's between me and him. I ain't telling," Rick said.
"You mean we have to take your word for it," Tim asked.
"No. He definitely got me last," I said.
I was not in the habit of making love to Cherie when we were houseguests, especially with my parents across the hall, but that night I needed her, I needed sex, I needed to reassert my heterosexuality. She went along with me without any resistance because of our venue, and the ardor of our love making made me wonder if maybe she had had the same reaction to Kyle as I had had. Hell, I didn't care. It was some of the best sex of my life.
When Ed had announced to Craig, my mother, and me on the way home from Kevin's college graduation that we had better accept the fact that he was gay, my external reaction was totally accepting. Inside, though, I was disappointed. I wanted both of my sons to have families, to find the love of a good woman who would stand by them and support them as they raised their children in good, stable marriages. I wanted my sons to be happy. I had long suspected that Kevin was homosexual, of course. Mothers can tell that about their children, but I didn't want to believe it. I was much too proud a liberal to be anything but gracious, though.
By the time we met Rick, he and Kevin had been together for almost eight months. Kevin had gone on and on over the phone about how wonderful Rick was and about how much they loved one another. I tried hard to be genuinely enthusiastic about their relationship, and I know I communicated to them and to everyone that I was excited for them. But, frankly, I was skeptical. Then we met him, and all doubt, all skepticism was gone within a half hour. It was so clear that they were in love, and I had never seen Kevin happier. I even told him that he and Rick reminded me of Ed and me when we were engaged and newly married. Their love was palpable, just as ours had been.
I had that same sense of palpable love when I met Tim and Kyle. Tim was absolutely precious, and I couldn't look at him without remembering Kevin as a young teenager. Innocent, fresh, wholesome, full of life, full of love. Kyle, on the other hand, was deeper, more mysterious, much more a man, much more an adult. I knew he was only seventeen, but he embodied the very essence of adult maleness. I thought of the girls at his school and how they must long to be noticed, to be talked to, to be touched by that one.
It was Brian and Justin who captured my heart, though. Brian was certainly not small for fourteen, but my pediatrician's eye told me he'd grow at least a few more inches before the goddess Puberty sent him forward into life. He was still very much a boy, a sweet, gentle boy who had been so badly used by the people who were supposed to love him and care for him. He was a bright kid, too, and his looks were, well, beautiful.
Justin was strong, both physically and in personality. He wasn't as handsome as the others, but that was a function of how unusually good looking the others were, not of his homeliness, by any means. I knew that he, too, had been horribly abused, even more than Brian, but he showed none of the anger or fear or anxiety around strangers that boys who had been through what he had been through usually did.
Throughout the weekend, as I watched Kevin interact with Rick and with their sons, I thought about my disappointment when I was forced to accept that fact that Kevin was gay. I had hoped he would be happy, that he would be in a stable relationship with someone he dearly loved, and that they would have children, "like olive branches around his table," to quote the Psalmist. Well, my disappointment, fear, concern for Kevin's happiness was as so much chaff in the wind. I was so proud of my boy and his family that weekend that there were times when I could hardly speak for fear of crying. The blessing my Ed gave at our Thanksgiving feast brought it all to a head, and I wept shamelessly with happiness. Mine weren't the only teary eyes at that table, but no heart could have been as full of happiness and joy for Kevin and Rick, my sons, and for those boys, my grandsons, as mine was.
We had us a great Thanksgiving weekend. Kevin's parents, and his brother and sister-in-law, came down for it, and those were some of the nicest people I ever met in my life. The parents were both doctors, the brother and sister-in-law were both lawyers, so I reckoned that made Kevin and Rick the Indian chiefs. And that was fine with me, since I was one of the Indians.
We ate really good that weekend, although some of the food was new to me. Kyle loved raw oysters, and he ate him a shit load of 'em that weekend, too. I liked 'em okay. I'd get one in my mouth, swish it around a little, and every time the only thing I could think of was that it tasted a lot like a load of cum. Kinda felt like it, too, only they were cold. Maybe that's why Kyle liked 'em so much. I can just hear some dude calling up his buddy and saying, "Hey, you want to go out for some cum on the half shell tonight?"
We did skiing all day Friday and Saturday, and the water was so cold we had to wear wetsuits. Well, I had never had on a wetsuit before, and there I was, all suited up in this rubber thing with just my underwear on under it. It was all snug and tight and hot and sexy, and of course I popped a boner. Nobody could see it, but I damn sure could feel it rubbing against that wet suit. The boat is vibrating, and the vibrations are going right to my dick.
Me and Kyle are down in this little cabin thing where the steering wheel is. The rest of them are in the back. Kyle puts on his Levi jacket, which I already think makes him look sexy as hell, and he takes off his wet briefs to change. He had his back to the door, and nobody else could see him anyway, down there. But I'm looking right at that seven-inch log of his standing at full salute. He needs to dry himself off, right? To dry off, he's got to rub the towel on that dick, right? Well, yeah. The natural thing happened, and he's grinning at me like some kind of sex god or something. Well, guess what? Before I know it, I go to pumping out cum. I didn't even touch myself. Then, about a minute later, here comes a whole new load. What is this, I wonder.
Meanwhile, Kyle softens up and puts on a fresh pair of briefs, and he was looking sexy-on-horny in that get-up. That boat is still vibrating. I'm still hugged tight by that wetsuit. So, what does any boy from north Alabama do under those circumstances? You come a third time in a row, which is what I did. Kyle knows what's been going on, and he's grinning his face off.
"What the hell am I going to do now," I ask him.
"You're going to ski, aren't you?"
"Yeah, if I have the strength."
"Was it good?"
"Yeah, Kyle. Three comes in a row is good, man. Real good. The best. But what the fuck am I gonna do?"
"I don't know what you're talking about. Ski."
"What happens when I get out?"
"Oh, that ain't a problem. You get water in the suit when you go in the water. That's why they call it a wetsuit. The water in the suit gets warmed up by your body, and that's what keeps you warm. The cum will wash out."
"Really," I asked.
"Yeah. I've shot off in wetsuits a bunch of times. It'll be fine. Just come in here to change. Did you bring your jacket and fresh underwear, like I told you to?"
"Then it ain't a problem, Bubba. I'll run interference for you. I got your back, man. You know that."
"You're all right, you know?"
"Yeah, I know," he said. "And so are you. Now get your ass out there and ski before Brian thinks I'm trying to seduce you."
I grinned at him. I had never, ever met anybody like Kyle. "I love you, Bubba," I said, and I meant it.
"I love you, too. Now get."
We put the boat up around one o'clock so we could get dressed for the party that started at two. All the friends came. That group kept getting bigger and bigger. Jason was one of 'em, and I didn't really look forward to seeing him.
He kissed me when he got there, and we got some food and something to drink. I got a beer, but Jason just wanted a coke. He and I walked out to the dock to eat.
I had decided earlier that day that Jason was a good friend, somebody I liked a lot, but I didn't want to be his boyfriend anymore.
"There's something we need to talk about," I said.
He got this stricken look on his face, and I wondered where that was coming from.
"You already heard?"
"Justin, you are a totally awesome guy. I've liked you from the day we met, and we've had some good times together."
Shit, I thought, he wants to break up with me. All of a sudden, what I was going to tell him wasn't anything.
"Yeah, we have. You're pretty awesome, too, man. Especially in this department." I nudged his dick through his pants with my hand, and he pulled away.
"Don't do that, please," he said. "Justin, please don't think I don't like you, because I really do. It's just that I don't see any future for us. I mean, it's been good in bed, but I need more than that, you know?"
"It's been great in bed, man, plus we have a hell of a lot in common," I said. Asshole, I thought, why the fuck are you saying that. You want to break up with him. Shut the fuck up.
"I know we do, and I want us to be friends for the rest of our lives," he said. "But just friends. Not boyfriends."
Yes!!! I thought, but I didn't say anything.
"Do you hate me," he asked.
"No, I don't hate you. We'll always be friends, Jay. You're my first boyfriend, you know? That's got to count for something."
"I know. Can we break up and still be friends?"
I didn't say anything. I was thinking, shit, this is too fucking easy. There's got to be a catch.
"Yeah, we can." I stuck out my hand to shake with him. He had tears in his eyes.
"I know this is sudden, but I'm so happy you're so strong about it," he said.
"Well, I think I'm going to go up to my room for a while," I said.
"Good idea. I think I'm going to leave. Bye, and thanks for everything. I really like you."
"Bye," I said.
I went in the house and jumped up the stairs. I went into our room and shut the door. Kyle was there in two minutes.
"Are you okay," Kyle asked when he came in.
"Yeah, I'm really okay," I said, and I grinned.
"You were going to break up with him, weren't you? But he beat you to it."
"Yea-ah," I said. "Ain't that the best?!"
"You fuckin' horn-dog." Then he grabbed me in a big hug. "Brian's a very lucky boy. That's all I got to say."
"Thank you, my brother," I said, and Kyle and I danced around a little, holding one another.
The Foleys were truly delightful people, and it was obvious they took to the boys quickly and with real love. Ed really liked Tim, and that, of course, made me happy and proud.
Ed was a whole lot less pompous than most heart surgeons I had met. In fact, he wasn't really pompous at all, with us. I knew that his position at the very top of the medical hierarchy made it unlikely that he was as easy going with his colleagues at the hospital as he was with us, but he was a delightful man with me and with his family.
Beth, on the other hand, was an absolute jewel. I was convinced that all the boys, but especially Brian and Justin, would be her camp followers for the rest of their lives. If she'd take me, I'd want her as my personal physician, too.
If I needed a lawyer for anything more than routine paperwork, it would be Cherie. She was smart, with a capital S, but she was also approachable, kind, and genuinely concerned about the boys. We didn't have any private conversations, but I could tell she was somebody who really cared about other people.
Craig was extremely personable, and he, too, was very smart. I was sure he could litigate a case extremely well, but I just didn't feel the personal attraction to him that I felt toward his wife. He seemed to really take to Kyle and Rick, two of the most important men in my life, and I genuinely liked him. Kevin obviously adored his brother, and Ed seemed to think Craig was high in the Pantheon. Beth seemed to know him better than his father did, and she obviously loved him but recognized that he had married up.
I had a great time with all of them, but I did a good bit of thinking that weekend. I was forty-two years old. I hadn't had sex with another human being for over twelve years. My son was, for all practical purposes, married, and I was lonely. I was divorced, but I had been determined to honor my commitment to my wife until one of us died. That weekend I realized I was a wasted man. I would call Jerry on Monday to talk to him about an annulment. In the meantime, I would start dating. I had met a beautiful woman, never married, who was an orthodontist. Female orthodontists were as rare as the hen's teeth they tried to straighten. She appeared to be in her mid-thirties, and she had been friendly when we met. I would ask her out and see what developed.
The Thanksgiving holidays were unbelievably good. Kevin's family was so nice to us. His dad and I talked a good bit that first day, and he seemed to really care about what I thought about stuff.
I was so proud of Kyle. He always knows how to get people to do what has to be done. Of course, he gets in there and does double his own part to make sure everybody has fun and has what they need. He did it that weekend--three or four times his usual effort--and nobody but me ever noticed. Well, that's not all true. Rick noticed, but they have this mental hook up that I don't understand.
We were in bed Sunday night. The company had left that morning, including Jeff to go back to school for the last weeks of the semester. It was fairly early; only around nine o'clock. Everybody was tired, so we all had gone to bed.
"I don't have the words to tell you how much I love you," he whispered into my ear.
We had both been aroused for a while.
"Why don't you just show me, then," I said.
And he did. Sex was a total letting go for both of us. I knew that a lot of other people, boys and girls, wanted him, but I knew that night, as I had known many, many times before, that nobody would ever have him but me.
There is a lot more to the lives of Kevin, Rick, Tim, Kyle, and the others. I will try my best to tell you about this family of gay men and boys in time. I like to have a significant amount of the story finished before I publish it, so please be patient. I can't write a chapter a day. I actually have a job, a partner, and a life apart from this story. If you are an endurance athlete, or just a casual runner, please look for opportunities to support charities through your sport. Thanks for reading this.