Date: Sat, 29 Mar 2003 20:08:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Tom Borden <tombor99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Becoming a Real Man"  4th Installment

This is a purely fictional story about a conflict in values between a
father and his son.  Comments are welcome.

Tom Borden
Tombor99@yahoo.com

Becoming a Real Man
Chapter 4

Dad and I slept until almost noon on Sunday.  As I was about to take my
shower, dad's cell phone rang.  It was my step-mom.  She told dad that
there had been a problem at the oil rig and they wanted him to go out there
as soon as possible to help.  As we drove back home, dad wanted me to read
some of my poetry to him.  I knew he didn't understand most of it, but he
acted as though he liked it.

When we arrived home in the late afternoon, I went directly to my room to
call Matthew.  "Matthew, I wanted to let you know that we just got home."

Matthew said, "How did it go, Jeb?  Did you have a good time?"

"Yes, I did.  But I want to talk with you about it.  I wish I could see you
tonight.  You know school starts again tomorrow."

"Jeb, I'll drive over to see you tonight, and we can talk.  I'm eager to
know how it went.  Did you talk to him about things, and did you . . . you
know . . . did you . . . ?"

"Matthew, I'll tell you about it when I see you."

When I hung up, I heard dad and my step-mom talking.

"Marion," dad said, "I want ya to see this.  It's a picture Jeb drawed of
me when we was out in the boat fishin'.  It really don't look like me, but
I can't stop lookin' at it."

"Ben, it's wonderful," she said.  "It looks like you did when I first met
you.  Jeb's so talented.  Now you better go.  They called for you again
just before you came home."

Before dad left, he looked into my room and said, "Jeb, I gotta go now.
Them fuckers out there can't do nothin' on their own.  I'll be back later.
I wish we coulda stayed over there a lot longer."

"Me too, dad," I said.

When Matthew arrived, my step-mom said, "Have you eaten yet, Matthew?"

"Yes, thank you," Matthew said.  "I've already had dinner."

"Well, you surely have room for a piece of pie.  It's blueberry.  I just
made it this afternoon."

We sat at the kitchen table and, as we ate, my step-mom picked up the
picture of dad and said, "Ben showed this to me.  It's very good, Jeb.  I
told him that he looks here like he did when I first met him.  How did you
manage to capture him like this, Jeb?"

"Well, I just drew it like I wanted him to look.  He sure did like it."

My step-mom stared at the drawing with sort of a far-away look in her eyes.
I finally said, "Mom, I'm curious about something.  I've wondered for so
long why you married dad in the first place.  And knowing what he's like,
I've wondered why you stayed with him all these years."

Matthew said, "I'll just go into your room, Jeb, and wait for you there so
you and your mom can talk."

"No, Matthew," she said.  "Please stay.  There's no reason for you to
leave.  Jeb, your dad was a very good looking man when I met him, very much
like the way you drew him.  Of course, he's still good looking, especially
now that he's cut his hair and gotten rid of that beard.  When I met him,
he wasn't as muscular as he is now and he didn't have any tattoos.  And
even his language wasn't as bad as it is now."

"Why did he change so much," I asked.

"He had a situation in his family growing up that was hard on him.  He came
along unexpectedly late in his parents' life.  He had two brothers who were
much older than he was.  And his father and two brothers all worked as
roustabouts on the oil rigs.  They were large and muscular and tough, but
Ben was smaller and not as muscular.  And although his father paid little
attention to him, Ben always looked upon his father and brothers as the
epitome of real men.  He would look at his father and his brothers and
yearn to be like them, strong and tough and ragged around the edges.  He
thought of them as fitting the perfect image of real men."

"That's silly, mom," I said.  "I look on TV and see those young soldiers
fighting over in Iraq, and they're who I think of as real men.  I think of
my male teachers as real men.  They have a passion for what they're doing
and they believe in it."

I saw Matthew smiling as though he were glad that I understood about a man
having to have a passion in his life that mattered.

My step-mom said, "Ben also saw his father being untrue to his mother.  He
openly slept with other women.  And so did his older brothers.  So he
imagined that, too, was part of what real men do."

"Is that why dad has his parties in the playroom and goes to that Club?"

"Of course it is.  And that's why he went off with that motorcycle gang for
so long after we were married.  He also thought being a roustabout was the
kind of thing real men do."

"Mom, you should have left him a long time ago," I said.

"Jeb," she said, "I was once engaged to another man, and we were very much
in love.  He came from an oil-rich family that owned a large oil company.
Not long before we were to be married, I had some female trouble and went
into the hospital for a check-up.  It was finally determined that I could
never have children.  When that news came out, this man's father forbade
his son to marry me.  He was only concerned with having an heir . . . a
male heir . . . to someday take over the company.  I was heartbroken that I
was unable to have children, and then to be told that the marriage would
not take place . . . .  Well, it was the bitterest time of my life.  Not
long after that, I met Ben.  I was at a county fair, and a friend
introduced me to him.  He was working one of those strength testing things
where you come down with a heavy mallet and see if you can send a puck up
the tower and hit the bell.  He was doing it over and over and hitting the
bell every time.  He was so good looking and, by that time, he had become
quite muscular.  He won a little teddy bear and he gave it to me."

"Mom, I'm still surprised you married him.  He really sort of came from the
other side of the tracks.  Weren't your parents upset about that?"

"Yes they were, Jeb.  They were very much against it.  But do you know why
I went ahead with it anyway?  It was you, Jeb.  You were just a baby, but
you were the dearest, sweetest baby I had ever seen.  I knew I could never
have a child of my own, but there you were.  I knew that if I married Ben,
you would be mine, and I would be your mother.  When I saw you and held
you, there was nothing in the world I wanted more."

"Aw, mom," was all I could say as I reached over and hugged her.

"I loved your father, though," she went on.  "But it wasn't until a short
time after we were married that I realized the compulsions he had.  He was
obsessed with becoming whatever it was that fitted the image of what he
called 'a real man.'  He worked out constantly and took a job as a
roustabout like his father and brothers.  I remember the day he came home
with his first tattoo.  He couldn't understand why I hated it."

"You mean the one . . .?"

"Yes! That one.  I could hardly believe he'd done that.  Then he let his
hair grow.  And one day, when you were still a baby, Jeb, he came home with
a new motorcycle and told me he was going off with some buddies to ride the
roads.  I didn't see him again for over two years.  I took what work I
could to keep going in this old shack we live in.  Then one day he suddenly
appeared, looking seedy and awful.  I hardly recognized him.  He went back
to the oil fields, and I soon realized he was following in his father's
footsteps.  He started bringing his friends to the house and having those
awful parties in the back room.  And then that Club of his!"

I finally said, "Mom, why in God's name did you stay with him after that?"

She put her hand on my cheek and smiled.  "Jeb, dear, why do you think?
It's you.  It's always been you.  You were who I lived for.  You were such
a bright little boy.  I was determined to bring out your talents and to do
all I could to prevent your following in your father's footsteps."

I remember I started to cry, and she got up and took me in her arms and
held me tightly.  "Jeb," she said quietly, "It may surprise you, but I do
still love your father.  He's basically a good man.  He has this terrible
obsession, but he doesn't mean to hurt anyone.  I know he was never around
for you, Jeb.  But he was never mean to you otherwise.  He was never a
cruel man like some.  He never hit you or hurt you physically.  He just
didn't know how to be a father to his son.  That's all."

I couldn't stop crying, and Matthew also put his arm around me and the
three of us hugged.  Matthew said, "Mrs. Carson, I can see how much you've
sacrificed for Jeb's sake.  I can promise you, though, that Jeb will make
you proud of him."

We all sat down again, and my step-mom said, "Matthew, I've said this
before, but all I ask of you is to love Jeb with all your heart.  And I
know he will love you with all his.  I know you will never let each other
down.  I can feel it, and I love you both."

Then she put her hand on my arm and said, "Jeb, give your father a chance.
He does love you in his way.  Probably not entirely in the way I would want
him to, but I think he's beginning to realize that you're headed for
becoming a man in your own right and in your own way."

We stood up and hugged again.  Matthew said, "God bless you, Mrs. Carson.
Then she said, "Now you two go on.  You need to spend some time alone
together.  And I have to get some sewing done.  Now, go on."

As we were turning to go to my room, she said, "Oh, and . . . God bless
you, too, Matthew."

I don't know what was wrong with me.  When we got to my room, I threw
myself on the bed and cried harder and more uncontrollably than I think I
have ever cried in my life.  I didn't know what it was.  I had never
thought about the real sacrifice my step-mom had made for me.  And the
thought of that dear woman going through what she had just for me tore me
apart.  Matthew lay down next to me and took me in his arms.  I still
couldn't stop crying and held on to him tightly.  He didn't say anything.
He just ran his hand over my head and neck and held me for a long time.

I finally was able to say, "I'm sorry, Matthew."

All he said was "Shhh.  Just let it all out.  I'm right here for you."

I finally was able to get control of myself.  I pulled my head back and
looked into his eyes.  It was then that I could see the tear stains on his
cheeks and a few tears still glistening on his long black eyelashes.
"Matthew, I think I'm okay now," I said as I kissed those tears from his
eyelashes.  "I'm really sorry.  I want to tell you about my trip with dad."

I told Matthew that I had a good time and all about our fishing trip and
the fish I caught, which we ate for supper.  And I told him that dad even
wanted me to read some of my poetry to him as we drove.

Then Matthew said, "Did anything happen.  I mean . . ."

"Yes, it did," I said.  "I remember what you told me.  You know, about the
different ways that dad shows his love.  He did show it the whole time by
taking an interest in my poetry, thinking that my drawing of him was so
good, and helping me land that big fish.  And then he wanted to show his
love for me . . . you know . . . in bed.  And I remember what you said.
Let it happen if I wanted it to.  And I wanted it to, Matthew.  I love you
so much, Matthew, but I also wanted him to show his love for me the way he
wanted to."

I was afraid.  I waited for Matthew's reaction.  For a moment, I wished I
hadn't told him.  But he smiled and kissed me and said, "The important
thing is that you have the love of your father, however he thinks he needs
to show it.  That isn't the way most fathers show their love for their
sons, but it's his way, and if you accept it, I think it's wonderful."

"Because I went along with him, I hope you don't doubt how much I love you,
Matthew."

"Of course not, Jeb.  I've never doubted that for a minute.  And I will
always keep my pledge to your mom.  I will always love you with all my
heart."

"And I will, too.  I mean I'll always love you, too, with all my heart.
Matthew?  Could you stay with me a little while longer tonight?"

Matthew looked at me and said, "Jeb, you've got to go back to school
tomorrow, and I've got to go to work."

I couldn't let him go.  "Matthew, it's only 7:00 o'clock.  Please."

"Beg me."

"Please!" I said.

"Beg me again!"

"Please!  I want you to stay."

Matthew laughed and jumped up.  He tore off his clothes and threw them in a
heap on the floor.  I lay there watching him, and the beauty of his body
almost brought tears to my eyes again.  I didn't think I could want or love
anyone so deeply as I did him.  He stood close by the bed and I rolled
close to him, pressing my face against the fur on his stomach.  I got up on
my knees and slashed my tongue through the hair on his chest, sucking and
biting his hard nipples.  Then he took hold of my shoulders and pushed me
back on the bed.  He then leaned over and slowly unbuttoned my shirt.  I
rose up slightly and allowed him to take it off.  His hard penis stretched
straight out over my stomach, and I took hold of it while he unbuckled and
unzipped my pants.

I was soon lying fully naked, yearning for him to throw his warm naked body
onto mine.  But as he always did when I was naked, he stood there staring
at my legs and running his hands over them.  He was soon crouched between
them, running his tongue over the light hair that covered them.  It tickled
so erotically, I didn't think I was going to stand it.  He licked and
sucked on them for a long time while I reached down and ran my fingers
through his dark curly hair.

Soon, Matthew had his face pressed into my crotch, with his tongue wildly
tasting every inch of it.  I finally managed to say, "Matthew, I haven't
had a shower since the trip!"

I could hear his muffled voice say, "Good!  I love to taste the warm moist
sweat that covers your balls and your ass!"

Matthew then raised my legs up high, exposing my ass hole.  I suddenly
thought about the rape and wasn't sure it was healed enough that I could
take his penis yet.  But I felt his tongue swirling around on my hole and I
pushed out like Matthew had told me to.  Then I felt his tongue pushing its
way in.  It felt so wonderful.  He tongue-fucked me for a long time, with
his tongue going in and out rapidly.  Then he brought his head up and
looked at me with a cute grin on his face.  He lowered my legs and took my
raging hard penis into his mouth.

I said, "Matthew, please.  Turn around and sit on my face as you suck me.
Please."

Mathew turned his body around, and I looked up into the mass of soft dark
hair that filled his crotch as he lowered it slowly down on my face.  His
long ball sack lay limply on my chin as I slashed my tongue through the
hair that covered his ass cheeks and filled his ass crack.  It was sweaty
and the smell was strong and wonderful.  When my tongue reached his hard
puckered hole, I could feel him pushing out and his hole seemed to open up
for me.  His ass cheeks were so large and round and firm, it was hard for
me to get far enough down between them to get my tongue in very far.  But
as soon as the tip of my tongue entered into him, I could feel his
sphincter muscle clamping down on it over and over.  And at the same time I
could feel his lips running tightly up and down the full length of my hard
penis.  As he did so, he reached down into my ass crack and pushed his
finger into my asshole.  I was now floating in another world of erotic
pleasure so extreme that I felt as though by body was going to explode.  My
face was buried in the warm moist depths of his body.  I thought, "Please,
God, don't ever let this end!"

As I tasted the wetness around Matthew's hole and sucked on the thick
tangle of hair into which my face was pressed, I felt a tightness begin to
clutch at the middle of my body.  I knew the orgasm was about to explode
and sweep violently through my body, and I tried to keep it from happening.
I knew that Matthew could feel my penis begin to enlarge and stiffen even
more than it had been, and he began pumping his mouth over my shaft faster
and faster, with his tongue swirling wildly around the head.  I was out of
control.  There was no longer anything I could do but to just let my orgasm
take me.  I felt the rhythmic cramping begin at the base of my penis and my
asshole clamping wildly around his finger.  And as my orgasm took hold of
me like a vise, I felt my sperm shooting up through my shaft and into my
lover's throat.  Cramp after cramp, surge after surge, it kept coming, and
my orgasm seemed to go on and on as Matthew gulped and swallowed it all.

When it stopped, I grabbed hold of Matthew's hips and held him down.  I
didn't want him to pull up off my face.  It was where I wanted to be as
long as I could.  I almost felt like a baby, snug and warm in the womb of
my lover.  But Matthew finally pulled off of my penis and raised his crotch
off of my face.  He turned his body around and we kissed wildly and
passionately.  He still had some of my sperm in his mouth and it tasted
good.

Soon, Matthew slid down again and, raising my legs, ran his tongue over the
whole length of the back of my legs, then bringing his face into my ass
crack, he licked it wildly.  He looked up at me again with that sweet
little smile out of one side of his mouth.  He said, "Should we try, Jeb?
Do you think you're healed enough for me to try?"

I whispered, "I'm not going to let you out of this room until I take you
inside of me.  I want you inside of me so badly."

Matthew smiled again and then pushed his face back into my ass crack,
filling it with saliva.  My penis was still hard.  The sexual frenzy I had
felt before I came was still there, as powerful as ever.  Matthew, now on
his knees and supporting himself on his arms, moved his narrow hips forward
slowly, pressing the head of his gorged penis against my hole.  I looked up
and could see that same look of sexual frenzy in his face that I was
feeling.  As he pushed harder, I ran my hands over his powerful chest and
hard stomach, and felt a longing like I had never felt before to have him
inside of me.

I pushed my asshole out and felt the head of Matthew's penis enter my
rectum.  Then I felt the full length of it slowly entering my body, filling
me up with his massive meat.  He began pumping his hips faster and faster,
and his pelvis was soon pounding my ass cheeks furiously.  I loved to watch
the beads of sweat form on his forehead and then drip onto my stomach.  I
held on tightly to the hard muscles of his arms on either side of my chest.

"Are you alright, Jeb?" Matthew said breathlessly.

"Yes," I whispered.  "Please don't stop."

Sweat was now running profusely down his face and into his open mouth.  His
arms felt moist with sweat and, as I turned my head to run my tongue over
one of his arms, I could feel my insides begin to clutch and cramp again.
Another powerful orgasm was creeping up on me.  Matthew was pounding his
penis into me harder and harder and harder and faster and faster.  He was
panting and gasping for air as I felt his penis begin to get larger and
larger inside of me.  Then it came.  Matthew threw his head back and yelled
out like a wounded animal as I felt his hard tool throbbing violently
against the rim of my asshole and the flood of his hot sperm filling my
rectum.  My orgasm then suddenly took over my body and I felt my asshole
clutching and clamping wildly around Matthew's penis as I shot stream after
stream of thick white cum out of my own penis.  It lay on my chest in
pudding-like pools.  My orgasm was as powerful as the first, only a few
minutes before.

Matthew remained inside of me, looking down at me, panting, with sweat
pouring off of him and mingling in with my sperm.  Once again, there was
that sweet little smile on his face.  As he collapsed onto me, he
whispered, "Was it good for you?"

I said, "What was what good for me?"

"You know," said Matthew.  "Was it good for you?  What we just did."

"I didn't feel anything," I said innocently.  "Was I supposed to feel
something?"

"Jeb!  I just got done fucking my brains out with you!  Was it good for
you?"

"Oh, that," I said.  "I guess it was okay."

"Jeb!"

I couldn't hold it any longer, and started laughing.  Then he laughed, and
we both laughed and laughed.  As I held my arms around him tightly, I
finally said, "I feel like crying again, my beautiful man.  I love you so
much.  Please don't move.  Keep your body pressed against mine."

Just then, there was a knock on the door.  It was my step-mom.  Through the
closed door, she called out, "Matthew, I'm going to head off to bed now.
Will you be spending the night?  If you are, I'll have breakfast for you
when you get up."

"No thanks, Mrs. Carson," Matthew called back.  "I'll be leaving shortly.
Jeb has school tomorrow and I'll be going into work."

"Well, stay as long as you want, Matthew," she said.  "I'll check again in
the morning, and if you're still here, please plan on having breakfast with
us."

"Thank you, Mrs. Carson."

After she left, Matthew said, "No one could be as lucky as you are to have
a mom like that."

"Matthew," I said, "do you remember what she said when we were with her
down in the kitchen?  She said I should give dad a chance.  And she said he
loves me in his way, probably not entirely in the way she wanted him to.
What do you think she meant.  Do you think she knows he wants to love me in
a sexual way?  And did it sound to you like she's okay with that?"

"Jeb, your mom is a savvy woman.  She's been through an awful lot with your
dad.  She understands him more than any of us.  Of course, she knows he
wants to love you in a sexual way.  She wants him to love you for who you
are, though.  And if he can do that, she knows that his sexual attraction
to you will also need to be satisfied."

"Do you think mom knows that he wants me sexually?" I said.

"Of course she does, Jeb," Matthew said.  "She's a smart woman.  She knows
what your dad does.  She's not blind.  She knows he likes to fuck other
men.  And she can feel the sexual attraction he's developed for you.  And
there's nothing she can do about that.  You heard her say it wasn't the way
she wanted his love for you to be expressed.  But if he demonstrates his
love for you as a man in your own right, she'll live with the sexual part."

"Why are you so smart, Matthew?" I said as I kissed him.  "How could I
manage without you?"

Matthew laughed and said, "You won't have to manage without me, Jeb.  I'm
always going to be with you."

Matthew and I lay tightly locked in each other's arms for a long time.  But
it was finally time for him to leave.  I lay there on the bed watching him
get dressed and felt a love for him that was almost unbearable.  After he
left, I reached around and took some of his sperm that was now oozing out
of my asshole, and with my fingers, licked up as much as I could.  The
taste of his sperm made me hard again, and I began stroking.  Matthew had
left the door ajar.  Dad had apparently come home just as Matthew was
opening the front door.  I listened carefully.

"Hey, Matt," I heard my dad say.  "You been here visitin' Jeb?  Did he tell
ya what a fuckin' good time we had?"

"Yes, he did, Ben," Matthew said.  "And I'm really glad."

Then dad said, "Did he tell ya everthing?"

"Yes, Ben.  He told me everything.  But what I hope is that you're
beginning to love your son for who he is, not for what you think he should
be.  He's never going to meet your perverted definition of what a real man
should be.  I understand you wanted him to read some of his poetry to you."

"Yeah, I did," dad said.  "But ya know I don't really understand none of
that stuff he writes.  None of them fuckin' words mean nothin' to me."

"But they mean something to Jeb," said Matthew.  "You'll get closer to Jeb
if you let him know you're proud of his creative work, whether you
personally understand it or not.  He's a very talented boy, and he's
growing up to be a man who will be respected for his talent."

"Hey, lookee here, Matt," dad said.  "Did ya see the picture of me that Jeb
drawed?"

"Yes, I did see it.  You should be very proud of Jeb, first for wanting to
show his love for you in that way, and secondly for the very beautiful job
he did on it."

"Matt, I am proud of him.  Really I am.  He can do things . . . like this
here drawin' . . . that I could never do.  I am proud of him.  But I jist
can't understand what he's sayin' in them poems of his."

"Why don't you ask him sometime, Ben, to explain some of it in everyday
words.  If he knew you were interested, he would go to the ends of the
earth to explain it to you."

I continued stroking my penis as I heard the front door close and dad's
footsteps coming down the hall.  Then he walked in with oily clothes and
oil smudges on his face.  I made no effort to hide what I was doing.

"Hey, Jeb," he said.  "I'm sorry I had to leave in such a fuckin' hurry
today.  I saw that Matt fella leavin' as I came in.  Didn't ya do nothin
together?"

"Yes, we did, dad.  And please don't call him 'that Matt fella.'"

"Well I can see yer still horny."  As dad sat down on the side of my bed,
he said.  "Will ya let yer old dad finish ya off there?"

I took my hand off my penis and said, "Sure, dad, if you want to."

He leaned over and took my penis, now wet with oozing pre-cum, into his
mouth.  I closed my eyes and thought to myself that everything was
different now.  I had no problem anymore with having dad take me sexually.
Mom knew it was happening and Matthew knew it was happening, and both of
them accepted it.  I felt encouraged over knowing that dad seemed to be
interested in the things I was doing in my life, and that's all I really
wanted.  And I would give myself to him sexually in return, anyway he
wanted.  I had finally come to the realization that this was one of the
important ways he felt he could show his love for me.

I felt him reaching down under me and running his fingers through my ass
crack.  Then he said, "I can feel it.  Ya took a pretty fuckin' big load
from Matt, didn't ya?"

"Yes, dad, I did."

"Would ya let me pump another fuckin' load in there?"

"Dad," I said.  "Could we wait until another time?  I'm feeling kind of
sore down there right now.  I guess I'm not completely healed."

"Sure, Jeb," dad said, as he resumed sucking.  All of a sudden, my orgasm
took hold of me and I could feel my sperm shooting into my dad's mouth.  He
continued to suck my penis dry.  Then he got up and said, "Goodnight, my
sweet boy.  I love ya like the dickens.  Ya know that."

"I love you, too, like the dickens, dad," I said with a smile.

Soon after he left my room, I heard the shower going.  I thought perhaps he
was getting himself off in the shower.  It was one of his favorite places
to do it.  But very shortly I heard him talking to my step-mom.

"Come on, Marion," dad said, "Sorry to wake ya up, but I'm a horny
mother-fucker tonight."

They were apparently kissing, and I heard my mom say, "Oh, Ben, I can taste
that taste in your mouth again."

"It's Jeb's," he said.

"Oh, no," she said in a disgusted tone.

"Lemme git up yer ass tonight, will ya.  I'm so fuckin' stiff, it aches."

I could hear the old familiar sound of the bed squeaking and the headboard
pounding against my wall.  It wasn't long before I heard dad roar like a
lion.  He's shot his load.  Then there was silence.

When morning came, my alarm went off and I quickly dressed and went in for
breakfast.  Dad had already left for the oil field.  As she dished up my
oatmeal, mom said, "Did your dad look in on you last night before he went
to bed?"

"Yes, he did."

Then after a few minutes, she said, "Is it alright with you, Jeb, to have
him come in to your room like that and . . . you know?

"Yes, mom, it is.  You said yesterday you knew the ways dad has to show his
love, and I gathered you'd be okay with it."

She sat down across the table from me and said, "Yes, I know.  But only if
he also shows his appreciation for you in other meaningful ways."

"He is, mom.  He's making a real effort to do that.  He doesn't expect me
to go to his club anymore.  He's trying to take an interest in what I'm
interested in."

My step-mom smiled and patted my hand.  I could tell she wasn't happy with
my dad's sexual activity with me, but she was resigned to it.

I was glad to get back to school on Monday.  In the lunch room, I sat with
my friend, Mike.  He said, "Hey, Jeb.  Can you come over to my house again
after school today? I found another real hot video in the bottom of one of
my dad's drawers.  And there's a new guy in it.  And you'll be surprised
who it is.  I want you to see it."

It had been really hot that other time I watched Mike's mom and dad fucking
and sucking.  I couldn't get the picture out of my mind of his dad all
dressed up in a dark suit and tie.  That's the only way I ever saw him.  He
was an executive at some big company in town.  Then to see him naked in the
video blew my mind.

We skipped our afternoon classes and went directly to Mike's house so we
would have more time to look at the video.  When we got there, I said,
"Where are the rest of the guys, Mike?"

"Oh they're not coming.  I thought I'd just show it to you."

We settled down on his parents' bed and pulled out our penises so we could
stroke them while we watched the video.  And there before our eyes was
Mike's dad licking and eating his wife's pussy.  He was on his knees with
his ass in the air.  Then another naked figure came into the picture.  He
knelt down behind Mike's dad and presses his face into Mike's dad's ass
crack.

"Do you recognize him?" said Mike.

I looked really hard.  The guy had a great body.  Soon he pulled his face
out of the ass crack and turned toward the camera.  I was shocked.  "Mike!"
I said, "It's Mr. Morgan, our P.E. teacher!"

"It sure is," said Mike.  "I was surprised myself in a way.  But I've heard
a lot of stories around about him getting into the showers sometimes with
the students and giving them blow jobs.  Now watch this!"

As I watched, Mike's dad rolled over on his back with his large curved
hard-on standing straight up.  Then Mr. Morgan went down on him and sucked
the whole length of that huge tool into his throat.  I could see Mike's dad
bucking his hips upward slightly.  Then I felt Mike's leg move slightly
until it touched mine.

Mike looked over at me and said, "Wouldn't you like to have Mr. Morgan suck
your cock?"

"Yeah!" I responded.

Mike said, "Do you like to have your cock sucked?"

I felt Mike's hand touching my thigh lightly.  I said, "Yeah, I love it."

"Have you ever had anyone suck it?" Mike said as I felt his leg pressing
closer to mine.

"Of course I have."  Mike moved his hand slowly over my pubic hair and
began to wrap his fingers around my hard penis.  Then I asked, "Do you like
to suck cock?"

"Kinda."

I had always thought Mike was cute, and I said, "Would you like to take
mine, Mike?"

At that, Mike rolled over close to me and sucked my penis into his mouth.
He had great technique and as I kept my eyes on the video, I could feel my
orgasm coming on.  Just as I started coming, the door opened, and there
stood Mike's mom.  She was stark naked and stood there paralyzed, looking
at the video and then at us.  When I looked up at her, I saw a naked man
running down the hall behind her.  She grabbed Mike's shirt, which he had
taken off and held it up in front of her.  Mike raised his head, and globs
of thick white sperm were running down his chin.

She stuttered, "What . . . what . . . what are you doing!  My God!  Why are
you home so early?  I mean . . . why are you in here!?"

Mike and I impulsively jumped up and ran past her out into the hall.  We
didn't know why, but we just felt we had to get out of there and away from
her.  Then we saw the naked man in the hall struggling to get into his
jockey shorts.  It was Mr. Morgan.  We knew he recognized us from his
classes.  Our penises were still hanging out of our pants, and Mike still
had cum all over his chin.  Mr. Morgan stood there and stared at us with
his mouth hanging open.  Then he picked up his clothes, which were lying in
a heap on the hall floor, and ran past us, down the stairs and out.  I
looked around and saw Mike's mom standing in the doorway staring at us,
also with her mouth open.  She was a disheveled mess, looking like a ton of
bricks had just landed on her.  I quickly tucked my penis into my pants and
ran out of there as fast as I could.  On my way home, I knew that Mike was
in deep trouble.  But how about his mom?  She didn't look like she was out
of the woods, either.  Oh, boy, I thought.  I wondered what kind of an
awful evening that family was going to have.  I hated to leave Mike alone
to face his fate, but it was his problem, and he was going to have to deal
with it.

That night, dad was having another one of his parties in his playroom next
to mine.  As soon as I got into my room, my cell phone rang.  It was
Matthew.  I said, "Oh, Matthew, I'm so glad to hear your voice.  I wish you
were here.  I really feel kind of lonely.  Dad's in the next room with his
buddies again.  I don't know what they're doing, but there sure is a lot of
noise."

Matthew said, "I'm afraid he's never going to give up his buddies, Jeb.
You'll just have to put up with it until you can move out and come live
with me next fall."

"I don't know if I can wait, Matthew.  I want you so badly."

"Sure you can.  We'll get together plenty of times before then.  You know,
we didn't get to be together this past weekend like we hoped because of the
trip with your dad.  What would you say to my coming down on Friday night
and picking you up and bringing you up here to Austin to stay with me over
the weekend?"

"Matthew, what do you think I would say?  Can you imagine the answer ever
being other than yes, yes, a thousand times, yes?"

"Then it's set.  I'll pick you up just after supper on Friday.  Okay?"

"That's more than okay."

Has everything been going okay with you since last night?" asked Matthew.

"Yes.  After you left last night, I was tasting some of your cum that was
oozing out of my asshole, and it gave me a hard-on again.  Then my dad
stopped in and, when he saw me stroking, he asked me if he could take it."

"Did you let him?"

"Yes, I did.  "Then he wanted to fuck me, but I told him no."

"So you're okay now with these things he wants to do with you?"

"Yes, I think I am.  You and mom helped me to accept it.  It's just
something that's going to be."

"I'm glad, Jeb.  I've gotta run.  I've a got a proposal I have to finish
tonight for a meeting in the morning.  I'll call you again tomorrow night.
Okay?"

"Okay, Matthew.  I love you."

When I hung up, I went to my desk to start on my homework assignments.  Dad
came in and asked me to come into the playroom for a few minutes.  When I
walked in, there were all those naked guys standing and sitting around.

Marty came up to me and said, "Hey, little guy, we were all really pissed
off about what Charlie did to ya.  We felt real bad about that.  He's outta
our group now and he can fuck his life away in jail fer all we care.  How
ya feelin' now?"

"I'm okay now."

Ernie spoke up and said, "Jeb, yer papa showed us the picture you done of
him.  He looks like a real pretty boy in that picture.  He can't stop
talkin' about it."

Dad said, "Jeb, I hate to see ya sittin' all alone in yer room.  Poncho
here brought us a couple of real hot fuckin' videos we're gonna watch.
Watch 'em with us, will ya?  We ain't gonna do nothin' but maybe jerk our
dicks while we watch."

"Okay, for a little while," I said.  "But I've got homework to do tonight."
I thought back on the video I had just watched that afternoon of Mike's mom
and dad and Mr. Morgan.  It was really hot, and I was feeling kind of in
the mood to see more.  Dad put on the video and it turned out to be a
bisexual romp among four men and one woman.  Looking around the room, I
could see all the penises good and hard and firmly in hand.  I was the only
one dressed in the room.

Soon dad came over to me and said, "Yer makin' us nervous boy.  Git outta
them clothes.  When yer with us, there ain't no fuckin' clothes allowed."

I stripped down and hung my clothes on the back of the chair.  I could see
everyone in the room was gawking at me and not at the video.  My dad knelt
by me and took my hard penis in his hand and said to the others, "Ain't ya
never seen my sweet little boy here in nothin' but his skin?"  Holding onto
my penis, dad went on, "Lookee here!  This used to be jist a little boy
penis.  But now it's a big man-sized cock like the rest of us!"

Ernie looked at it and said, "Ya ever suck cock, boy?"

Dad said, "Sure he has.  He ain't no panty-waist!"

"Dad, please," I said, a little embarrassed.  I could see that dad was back
on his 'real man' kick again.

Ernie then said, "Ya ever git yer cock sucked, boy?"

Dad said, "Sure he did.  Y'all seen that Matt fella suckin' at the Club
that time, didn't ya?"

Ernie kept going and said, "Ya ever git it sucked by yer old man, boy?"

Dad said, "What do ya think?  Ya think I'd let a pretty piece of fuckin'
meat like that go to waste?"

Dad was obviously getting pretty drunk and, without hesitation, went down
on me and took the whole length of my penis into his mouth.  As they
watched dad suck on it, they were all either jacking off furiously or
sucking one another off.  No one was paying any attention to the video,
except me.  As I watched all four of the men in the video jack off and
shoot their sperm all over the woman's face, that did it.  My orgasm came
over me like a tornado and I could feel stream after stream of my cum
shooting into my dad's mouth.  There were moans and groans all over the
room as all the rest of them shot their loads.

I finally got up and gathered up my clothes.  I said, "Thanks, you guys.
I've got to get back to my homework now."

Marty said, "Come back when you're done, Jeb.  Maybe we can do some more
stuff with ya."

The next day at school, I saw Mike in the cafeteria.  I was almost afraid
to ask him what awful thing happened to him after his mom caught us looking
at the video.  He was smiling, and we sat alone at a table in the corner.

Mike said, "Let me tell you what happened.  After you left, mom was beside
herself and didn't say too much.  But then when my dad came home, she and
he went into their room and closed the door for a long time.  Neither of
them said anything to me at dinner, but after dinner, they took me into the
living room and said they wanted to talk with me.  My dad said first of all
that it was wrong of me to have searched through his things when he wasn't
home.  Then he came right out and said that since I saw what I saw, there
was no use denying anything.  They said they thought I was now old enough
to know the truth.  They told me that I shouldn't be surprised that my
parents had sex and enjoyed it.  Then they also admitted that they swing
with other couples, and assumed that I saw that on the videos, too.  I told
them that I had not seen those videos.  The only ones I saw were of them
and another man.

"Dad then told me there was no reason now that I shouldn't see all the
videos they had of themselves and other couples.  There was no reason I
shouldn't now know the whole story.  They took me upstairs and we watched
all the videos.  I saw a bunch of people I knew, but never realized they
were involved.  God, Jeb, I was so hot watching those videos, my cock was
really aching.  Then my dad really threw a shocker at me.  He said, as long
as they were being completely truthful with me, I might as well see the
real thing.  I could tell mom and dad were really worked up horny watching
themselves fucking with those other couples.  So they both stripped down
and went at it on the bed, doing all the things I saw them do on the
videos.  Dad could tell I was going crazy and told me to pull it out and
jerk off if I wanted to.  And I did.  After a couple of hours of this, it
was all over and I went into the bathroom.  Dad followed me and, as we both
stood there peeing, he told me that since everything was now out in the
open, I could join them anytime I wanted to.  He said both he and mom were
relieved that I knew everything and that I was welcome to come and watch or
participate or do anything I wanted to."

After Mike told me this, I sat dumbfounded.  I said, "You mean, they said
you could join them and do anything you wanted to do?"

"Yeah," Mike said.  "My dad said I could get in bed with them and do
anything with them if I wanted to.  God, I wonder if my dad would let me
suck him off or even fuck him."

"Well, I guess you'll find out," I said.  "Tonight, maybe.  By the way, did
your mom and dad say anything about your mom finding me there?"

"Oh, yeah.  I almost forgot.  My dad didn't seem upset that you saw the
videos.  He said he met your dad when he went to some club or other a
couple of times."

I didn't say anymore.  The knowledge now that Mike's dad was at my dad's
club proved to me that he liked to get it on with guys.  I thought to
myself that Mike was now in for the time of his life with his dad.  His dad
had given him an open invitation to join them in bed.  Wow!  His dad was a
gorgeous hunk of male beauty.  I sat there hard as a rock.  It was obvious
to me that his dad was glad Mike found the videos.  It gave him a clear
opening and an easy way to get his son in bed with him.

That afternoon, I was informed by my English teacher, Miss Barton, that I
had been selected to read one of my poems to a gathering of faculty and
other poetry writers in the area at the Annual Poetry Writers Seminar.  The
poetry would be judged and a prize would be given to the student who wrote
the best poem.  The program would be on Thursday evening in the school
auditorium.  I was quite excited and, that evening at supper, I told my dad
and step-mom.  They both were very happy that I had been selected and said
they would be there in the audience.  My dad actually looked and acted
proud of me.  It was not long before that he would have admonished me for
spending my time writing all that "fucking shit," as he called it.  When we
got up from the table, he took me in his arms and hugged me and told me how
proud he was of me.  But by that time, I had actually lost count of the
number of times he said he was proud of me.

I went to my room and called Matthew.  He told me he would be there.  "I
wouldn't miss this for the world, Jeb," he said.  "I want to be there when
you win the prize."

When Thursday came, my step-mom dressed me up in a nice coat and tie she
had bought at the local Thrift Shop.  I hadn't worn a coat and tie but once
in my life, and that was at the funeral of one of my dad's older brothers
several years before.  When we arrived at the auditorium, we saw Matthew
waiting outside.  He asked my mom and dad if he could sit with them, and my
mom hugged him and slipped her arm through his as they walked in together.
I went directly to the stage door to join the other readers.  We soon
marched out on the stage and sat in a row of chairs extending on either
side of the lectern.  I looked out and saw my step-mom and dad sitting in
the second row, with Matthew sitting between them.  Dad was wearing a blue
work shirt, buttoned up to the neck.  It was the best thing he had to wear,
and I'm sure my step-mom was not happy about it.  Matthew could tell I was
looking at him, and he discretely blew several kisses my way.  I could only
sit there and smile at him.  I prayed I wouldn't get a hard-on that would
show when I got up.

There were eight of us seated on the stage, and I was to be the sixth
reader.  I was surprised that I wasn't feeling a bit nervous.  I just sort
of had a feeling of inner joy to see my step-mom and my dad and Matthew
sitting out there smiling at me.  They were the three people I cared for
and loved the most in my life.

When my time came, I went up to the microphone and read my poem just the
way I had rehearsed it so many times in my room.  I actually had it
memorized and didn't look down very much at it as I recited it.  The whole
time, I looked straight into the eyes of my family.  When I was almost
finished, I saw my dad wipe his eyes.  He was crying.  Then Matthew lifted
his arm and put it around my dad's shoulders.  I felt a terrible lump in my
throat and I was afraid I wasn't going to be able to finish.  But finish I
did and, as I sat down, I heard the audience erupt in loud applause.

After the last reader finished reading and sat down, a group of teachers
and some others I didn't recognize sat around a table to the side and
conferred.  In a few moments, Miss Barton got up from the table and went to
the microphone.  She said, "As you could tell after hearing the work of
these wonderful young writers, our job was very difficult.  But we needed
to select one of them.  The prize is this beautiful plaque and a $10,000
scholarship to the University of Texas in Austin.  It gives me enormous
pleasure to announce the winner of this year's poetry reading seminar, Jeb
Carson!

I couldn't believe it.  Everyone in the audience stood up and applauded.
My dad was clapping so loud that I could hear him above all the others.  My
step-mom was smiling broadly, and I could tell she had tears in her eyes.
Matthew had only a very slight smile on his face, but I could see the love
in his eyes.

All the readers on the stage stood up and came over to me to shake my hand.
Miss Barton approached me and said, "Jeb, are your folks here?  I'd like to
meet them."

We walked down to the reception area where the usual weak punch and cookies
were located.  I found my mom and Matthew and said, "Mom, where's dad?"

She whispered in my ear, "Jeb, he ran off to that other table over there in
hopes that they had some beer.  But I see he's coming back empty-handed."

I introduced my family to Miss Barton, and they all shook hands.  She said,
"Mr. and Mrs. Carson, I know you're very proud of Jeb.  Just between you
and me, he won hands down . . . no contest!  Jeb's a very talented young
man, and I can tell you that he has already set an example and has been an
inspiration to other students here who aspire to be good writers and poets
someday.  And as you know, there are precious few men in this world who are
a true inspiration to others.  If Jeb follows his passion for writing and
works hard to develop it, he may stand a chance sometime of becoming one of
the great men of letters in our country.  I sincerely mean that.  There's
passion in almost every word he writes."

When Miss Barton left, dad took me in his arms and hugged and, as squeezed
by ass cheeks with one hand, he once again said, "I'm proud of you, boy.
Now sometime ya gotta explain to me what ya said up there.  I didn't
understand a fuckin' word of it."

"Dad," I said, hugging him back, "I'll sit down with you anytime you want
to and explain it to you."

We all agreed that the cookies were kind of stale and not very good.  My
step-mom said, "Matthew, will you have time to come back to the house with
us?  I made a blueberry pie this afternoon.  I know last time I gave it to
you, you said it was your favorite.  And I have ice cream to put on it."

"I'd love to, Mrs. Carson," Matthew said.  "I can't think of a better way
to celebrate Jeb's success than to sit down with one of your blueberry
pies!"

When we got home, we sat around the kitchen table, eating and talking.
Finally dad said, "Ya know, you guys, I made a decision.  I ain't gonna
have no more of them fuckin' parties here at the house."

"What!" exclaimed my mom.  "What are you talking about?"

"Well, I don't know.  It jist don't seem right.  They're jist a lot of
fuckers doin' nothin'.  I wanna be Jeb's dad.  But lately I been feelin' so
fuckin' worthless.  Jeb's goin' away in the fall, and I ain't had hardly no
chance to be his dad.  And he's on the way to becomin' somethin' I ain't
never been.  And I don't know.  I jist want so badly now to be a part of
that.  Ya know what I mean?  Jeb, you and Matt here been yakkin' at me that
I ain't been no fuckin' good."

Matthew put his hand on dad's arm and said, "Ben, we never said you 'ain't
been no fuckin' good.'  We've only tried to tell you that what you've been
trying to lead Jeb into was not right for him.  You heard Miss Barton say
that Jeb is going to be a man of influence some day.  And he's going to do
it by following a different path from yours.  You said it yourself.  You
said those guys you hang around with don't do anything.  They may have
attached to themselves some strange definition of what they think 'real
men' should be.  But they don't matter.  Those guys don't matter a rat's
ass, Ben.  Who cares?  Nobody cares.  They're nothing.  Jeb may not have
tattoos or have hair on his chest or color every sentence he utters with
the word, 'fuck.'  But he matters.  He has a passion for something that
matters, and he's going to have other men look up to him someday as a
guidepost for something that is important in this world.  I'm glad you're
thinking of breaking away from those 'real men' friends of yours.  You can
become someone who really matters.  There can be no greater accomplishment
in your life, Ben, than to love and do everything in your power to support
and encourage the dreams and aspirations of your only son.  He's a precious
human being, Ben.  There is little more worthwhile and rewarding that any
man can do with his life than to be that kind of father to his son."

I looked at my step-mom, and the look on her face was as though she had
just heard the Sermon on the Mount.  I looked at dad, and I had never
before seen the expression in his eyes that he had at that moment.  What
Matthew had said was truly an epiphany for him.  He covered his face with
both hands.  But Matthew reached up and took both of dad's hands in his.

"Ben," said Matthew softly.  "Look at Marion.  Look at your wife.  She is a
woman who had to be both mother and father for Jeb.  Look at her, Ben.  She
is an angel.  She has sacrificed so much to help Jeb become what he is.
And she did it alone."

Dad said, "That's what I mean.  I ain't been no fuckin' good."

"Oh, Ben, it's not too late.  You're a good man.  You've always been a good
man.  And it's not too late for you to start showing it now.  In case you
haven't noticed, Jeb loves you, Ben.  And he wants you to be his father.
And he wants you to love him in any way you want to show it to him.  But
you've got to get over that silly 'real man' idea, and start recognizing
his talents and his accomplishments, and do all you can to support and
encourage him in the way he wants to develop his life.  Then you'll fit the
definition of what most everyone thinks of as a 'real man.'

Dad turned to me and said in almost a whisper, "I'm sorry, Jeb.  I'm gonna
make it up to ya.  I really am.  I've always loved ya, Jeb.  From the day
you was born, I loved ya.  But I jist . . . I don't know.  I jist had
problems.  But I'm gonna change."

Dad then looked over at Marion and had difficulty looking her in the eyes.
"I been a fuckin' horse's ass, Marion.  I'm gonna make it up to you, too."

It was all getting a little heavy for Marion, and she jumped up, and
hurried over to the counter.  "Well, everyone," she said cheerfully.  "How
about another piece of pie?  And more coffee, Matthew?  Anybody?"

Leave it to my mom to neutralize difficult moments just at the right time.
We talked a little about the poetry reading seminar and what a nice program
it was.  Matthew kept looking at my dad with an expression as though he was
thinking, "I hope Ben understood, I hope Ben did not resent what I had to
say, I hope I haven't hurt him too much."

Matthew finally said, "I want to tell y'all something that perhaps Jeb
hasn't mentioned to you.  I've asked Jeb to live in my apartment with me
when he enters the University next fall, rather than in a dorm."

Mom opened her mouth in a big smile and said, "That's wonderful!  Isn't it
Ben?"

Dad looked a little stunned and said, "Yeah, that's wonderful."

"And I'll make it my business to watch over him and encourage him in his
studies, I can promise you that."

I said, "You know it will save a lot of money if I don't stay in a dorm."

Matthew said, "And you both can come up and visit us as often as you want.
I have three bedrooms.  No charge!  I've also invited Jeb to come up to
Austin to stay with me next weekend."

I could see that dad was struggling to look pleased.

Matthew leaned over toward dad and said with a smile, "And, Ben, I'd like
you to come up, too, with Jeb for the weekend.  As his father, you need to
see where he'll be living and give your approval.  Also, I'd like to show
you around the campus where Jeb will be going to school.  It'll be nice
having you both there.  Now Ben, I'm not going to take 'no' for an answer."

Mom leaned over to dad and, putting her hand on his arm, said, "Oh Ben!
That's wonderful!  It'll be good to spend some time with Jeb and Matthew
like that."

Dad suddenly had the most shining look of gratitude on his face.  "Sure,
Matt.  That'd be great.  I'd love that.  Thank ya much."

Matthew said, "We both love you, Ben.  And Jeb needs you in his life now.
Remember.  I told you it's not too late.  We'll have a great time."

Soon, Matthew excused himself and said that he needed to get back to Austin
to prepare for some meetings that were scheduled the next morning.  I
walked outside with him to his car.  Putting my arms around him, I said, "I
don't deserve you, Matthew.  I have so much to learn from you.  I mean
about growing up and how to live my life.  That was such a great thing,
inviting dad to be with us on the weekend.  But you know . . . when he's
there . . . ."

"I know, Jeb.  We'll hang loose and just let happen whatever will happen.
Okay?"

"Okay.  Goodnight, my beautiful man."

After supper on Friday night, dad and I had our travel bags packed and sat
down to wait for Matthew to arrive.  Dad was almost like a kid on his way
to Disney World.  I knew that mom was fully aware of what might happen, but
she no longer showed any signs of concern.  She had always understood my
dad.  And somehow, the knowledge that Matthew would be with me gave her
peace of mind.

We arrived in Austin at around 8:00 p.m. and went directly to Matthew's
apartment.  I was so impressed.  He had it decorated conservatively with
beautiful traditional furnishings.  On one wall in the living room was a
painting of a Texas cattle range with cattle grazing.  I mentioned to
Matthew that the picture looked familiar.

Matthew said, "I wondered if you would notice that.  Your mom painted it
and presented it to me a while back as a house-warming gift.  I think it's
beautiful.  There are even a sprinkling of Texas Blue Bonnets in the
foreground."

Matthew led dad into one of the bedrooms.  "This will be your room, Ben.
And you'll have your own bathroom.  I've laid out towels and soap for you.
You may wish to freshen up before we go out to eat."

Dad looked a little confused as he walked into the room slowly.  Matthew
hadn't mentioned at all where I would be sleeping.  Matthew took my bag and
brought it into his room.  I said, "Is dad going to sleep in that room?"

Matthew took hold of my shoulders and, kissing me, said only, "Don't worry
about it, Jeb."

After we had all washed up, Matthew took us out to eat at Francois's, a
rather high toned French restaurant.  Mom had bought dad a decent looking
sport shirt for his visit, but I couldn't help noticing that dad still had
that black oil under his fingernails.  His buzz haircut and grown out a
little and dad had been able to comb it back.  Other than the black
fingernails, he really looked quite handsome.

When the young waiter came, dad had been looking at the menu, written all
in French.  He said, "Jist gimma a hamburger and fries and a bottle of Bud,
young fella."

"Dad," I said.  "They don't serve hamburgers here.  You have to order from
the menu."

Luckily, Matthew knew enough French to read the menu and said, "Ben, do you
like fish?"  Dad nodded.  "Okay, I'm going to order for you the boned
mackerel with a really good lemon sauce on the side."

We all ended up ordering the mackerel, and dad thought he'd never tasted
anything so good.  "This is so fuckin' good, when I git home, I'm gonna go
on over to Ruth's Truck Stop and tell her she's gotta serve this stuff!"

After Matthew paid the check, we headed back to the apartment.  I was a
little anxious over what Matthew had in mind for dad's sleeping
arrangement.  I knew what dad wanted, and it wasn't a room by himself.
Matthew told us to sit down in the living room wherever we wanted to.  Then
he went into the kitchen and came out with three large steins of beer.

"I know you're underage, Jeb, but we won't tell anybody.  I'm going to ask
you to do something that you might think is strange.  I want us all to get
out of our clothes right here.  I want you to be comfortable and feel at
home just like you do with your friends when you have those parties, Ben."

"Well, shit, Matt.  We only git naked cuz we always git horny and like to
fuck around, ya know.  We jist like to have a big fuckin' party."

"Well, Ben, why can't we have our own big fuckin' party right here.  You
know, Jeb and I can get just as horny as your friends can."

Dad put a big grin on his face and said, "Why you two mother-fuckers
planned this didn't ya?  Ya were gonna surprise me, and ya sure as shittin'
did that!"

We all stood up and took off our clothes and threw them across the back of
a couple of chairs.  I sat on the sofa and dad sat in a chair across from
us.  Then Matthew sat on the sofa next to me.

Matthew said, "Ben, you said you like to get horny with your naked friends,
so I thought maybe we could all get horny together tonight.  But this time
you can do it with two of the people you love the most, not just with all
those no-accounts you usually get with.  I'm going to turn on a really cool
porno flick on the VCR I think we'll all enjoy.  Come on over here, Ben,
and sit between us."

I never saw dad with such joy and expectation on his face as he jumped up
and dashed over to sit between us.  Matthew and I were still pretty soft,
but dad's penis stood out like a steel rod.  I said, "Dad, what's the
matter with you?  He hasn't even started the video, and look at you!  You
should be ashamed of yourself!"

"Aw, shit, you guys," dad growled.  "I'm so fuckin' horny right now sittin'
here between ya!"

Michael took the remote and turned on the VCR.  It was one of those videos
with no plot.  It started out with what appeared to be four corporate
executives in business suits entering a boardroom and sitting down.  The
Chairman announced that he was going to put up on the screen a film made of
the progress the company was making in building its new plant.  He said he
had viewed the tape at home the night before and thought the other members
of the board would find it interesting.  When he turned on the projector,
there came on the screen an orgy of several men writhing around naked on a
king size bed having wild sex.  The chairman said, "Oh, my God!  That's the
wrong tape!  I must have picked up the wrong tape this morning.  I mean
. . . .!  The others could see that the Chairman was one of the
participants on the video.  When he went to turn it off, they all shouted
no!  They wanted to see it.  Then as they looked at it, they started
squirming in their chairs and reaching over groping each other.  In almost
no time, they were all so hot and turned on, they stripped off their
clothes and started fucking and sucking on top of the table like there was
no tomorrow.  All four of them had magnificent bodies and the sex was hot."

By this time, Matthew and I were both sitting there with raging hard-ons.
Dad reached over and took hold of both of our hard penises, one in each
hand.  Matthew had pushed his body up tight against my dad's body, and I
did the same on the other side of him.  I could tell that dad was aching to
take one of our penises in his mouth, but looked as though he didn't know
which one to take first.  He finally leaned over and took mine in his
mouth, still reaching back and holding on to Matthew's penis.  Dad then got
down on his knees in front of Matthew and, lifting Matthew's legs up in the
air, pushed his face into the area under Matthew's balls.  As dad licked
furiously, I looked at Matthew's balls lying limply over dad's eyes.  What
a beautiful sight!  I leaned over and took Matthew's penis into my mouth.
Dad's head was right there and the bristles of hair on his head tickled my
cheek.  Dad raised his head slightly and began running his tongue over the
full length of the underside of Matthew's penis as I ran mine over the top
side.  Our tongues would meet frequently and we would pull away briefly
from the penis and kiss deeply.

Dad said, "Git behind me, Jeb, and give me a good fuck, will ya?  Please."

Matthew then said, "Come on you guys, I think the video got us horny
enough.  I've got a great king size bed just made for the three of us.
Let's go!"

We all got up and ran into Matthew's bedroom and threw ourselves onto the
bed.  For the first few minutes, we just rolled around together, legs and
arms all in a tangle, while we kissed and licked one another's bodies
madly.  None of us had taken a shower since that morning, and the gentle
masculine odor of our bodies was sending me into an erotic frenzy.  The
feel of both Matthew's and my dad's skin on mine sent me into shivers of
ecstasy.  It was like we had melded into one body, three lovers, Matthew,
my dad, and me, always and forever inextricably bound to each other for all
eternity.  We all began to sweat, with our bodies becoming moist and hot,
with that wonderful odor of male sweat filling my lungs.

We finally lay on our backs with our bodies pressed together.  Matthew
leaned over me and we kissed passionately.  As we kissed, I felt dad
pushing my thighs up to my chest and burying his face in my ass crack.  I
felt his tongue slashing at my asshole.  I instinctively pushed out with
the hope that dad's tongue would slip easily into my hole.  As I felt his
tongue going in and out of me, Matthew jumped up and crouched behind my
dad's ass, which was up in the air.  Matthew then buried his own face in
dad's ass crack and I could hear the loud slurping of saliva as Matthew
wetted down dad's hole.

Dad raised his head and, mounting me, he brought his penis into my ass
crack.  I could feel it pressing on my hole, as I pushed out so he could
get in.  Then I saw Matthew get into position and mount my dad.  Dad
murmurred, "Fuck me, Matthew, fuck me hard."

Now dad had his penis inside of me and Matthew had his throbbing rod inside
my dad.  It was difficult to coordinate, but they were each able to fuck in
and out without slipping out.  Dad was having a harder time staying inside
of me while Matthew was pounding him from behind.  So he pulled out of me
and shot glob after glob of his thick white cum onto my chest and face,
with some running into my mouth.  Then as Matthew could feel dad's asshole
clamping down while he came, Matthew was overtaken by his own orgasm and
shot his load deep inside of dad's rectum.

When Matthew pulled out, dad collapsed a little on me and began scooping up
his thick cum and letting me lick it off of his fingers.  When dad finally
rolled off of me, I got down between his legs and raised them high enough
where I could get my tongue into his ass crack and suck out as much of
Matthew's sperm from my dad's asshole as I could.  The taste of sweat and
cum mixed together almost made me drunk.

While dad was fucking me, I almost shot my own load, but the feeling
subsided when he pulled out suddenly and shot his load onto me.  After I
had finished sucking out my dad's asshole, I saw that Matthew was still on
his knees.  I scrambled up behind him and pushed him down so his shoulders
were on the bed and his beautiful ass cheeks were sticking up in the air.
I ran my tongue over those ass cheeks and down through the thick hair in
his crack.  I filled it with as much saliva as I could.  Getting up on my
knees behind him, I pushed my now aching hard penis into his hole.  Matthew
had pushed it open for me so it slipped in easily.  But now he was snapping
the rim of his asshole over and over tightly around my shaft.  As I pumped
in and out, the snapping continued, driving me into another frenzy.  As I
fucked him faster and faster, I looked down at Matthew's beautiful back and
shoulders with his muscles contracting and rippling with every thrust of my
penis.  I loved it, having this strong specimen of masculinity under me,
completely under my control.

Dad had scooted his body up close to Matthew's head, which was turned to
the side.  Dad teased Matthew's face with his penis, running the head of it
all over his lips and nose and eyes.  Soon, Matthew opened his mouth and
took the full length of dad's re-hardened penis down his throat.  Dad
looked up at me with an almost crazed look on his face, with sweat running
in rivelets off onto the sheet, as he pumped in and out of Matthew's mouth.
When I saw his face begin to contort with his approaching orgasm, I
couldn't hold back and let my orgasm take hold of my body.  As I saw cum
dribbling out of the side of Matthew's mouth, I could feel the surges of
cum shooting up through my shaft and into my lover's rectum.  I pulled out
suddenly, though, so that the last two or three surges could throw sperm
onto his back.  When my orgasm finally subsided, I leaned over and ran my
tongue over Mathew's beautiful, muscular back, licking up the sperm I had
deposited there.  The feel of my tongue on those hard muscles that were
covered with his soft-as-velvet skin, made me feel as though I was drifting
into a dream world of the most intense erotic pleasure.  My dad slowly
pulled his penis out of Matthew's mouth, and rolled away from him
exhausted.  I quickly lay down next to Matthew and sucked up my dad's cum
that was running out of Matthew's mouth.

We all lay there still, in pools of sweat, breathing in that wonderful
smell of sex that always makes the afterglow so wonderful.  We lay there
with our bodies pressed together, saying nothing, and gasping to get our
breathing back to normal.

After a long while, Dad said, with a rather pathetic tone, "I suppose you
two fuckers want me to go back to my own room now."

Matthew rolled over against dad and put his arm over dad's chest.  Laughing
he said, "Ben, I was just teasing you.  I was just playing a little trick
on you.  There was no way the three of us were going to sleep in separate
beds.  You've finally become Jeb's real dad, and you've become my friend.
And we belong together now.  We all understand each other now, don't we.
Jeb and I understand you and your needs, and you're on the road to becoming
the best dad any guy ever had.  We sure do!  We belong together now.  Even
though you won't be living with us, there will always be a spot on this bed
for you, Ben, anytime you want to be with us."

Dad was looking at me the whole time Matthew was talking.  He reached over
and took me in his strong arms and kissed me so softly and gently on my
eyes, my nose and on my lips.  There were some tears in his eyes, and he
said in a half whisper, "Jeb, yer only seventeen, but I'm the proud dad of
a real man now."

Dad pressed my head firmly against his chest.  I could feel it heaving
slightly and I knew he meant it.

We slept until around noon on Saturday, and when we awoke, our bodies were
still pressed together with our arms around one another.  We all took our
shower together in Matthew's enormous walk-in shower room.  We were all
hard as rocks again, and once we were all lathered up, we washed one
another's bodies.  We then jacked ourselves off, deciding to see who could
cum first and who could shoot the farthest against the shower wall.  Dad,
of course, came in first on both counts.  I smiled to myself, knowing that
that performance was yet another act that confirmed his proud status as a
'real man.'

Matthew cooked up a nice brunch for us and we sat around all afternoon
talking.  I discovered that dad had packed his picture and brought it with
him.  He took it out and continued to admire it over and over, telling me
how proud he was that I had such talent.  He even asked me to read my
prize-winning poem aloud and explain what it meant in simple language.  I'd
had it memorized and I went over every line with him, explaining the
meaning and symbolism of it.  I could see the pride in his eyes.

That night we were all again in bed together.  As we kissed and caressed
each other's bodies, dad said, "Our love pours over us like waves on a
beach."  He had remembered.  That was a line from the poem I had read.  And
I could tell that he really felt it.  Our passion for one another that
night was boundless.  It was lust born out of true and honest love.

The next day, Sunday, Matthew took us on a tour of the University campus.
Dad was so interested in everything we saw.  In the late afternoon, we
found ourselves on Observatory Hill, looking down over the city.  Dad said,
"I ain't never seen a sight so beautiful!  I gotta bring yer mom up here.
Jeb, do ya think ya could make a pretty painting outta this?"

Dad jumped up and, with his hands in the air, started whirling around in a
mock dance on the grassy slope.  Matthew laughed and ran over to him.  They
clasped their hands and whirled around together.  I joined them and we were
all laughing so hard, we fell down and tumbled over and over down the hill.
We were still laughing so hard, we couldn't get up.  We lay there rolling
around on top of one another.  When we finally came to rest and still
laughing, I looked at Matthew and my dad.  They were looking at me with
such joy and love in their eyes.

Nearby, there were a man and woman standing looking at the scenery.  The
man looked at us, and I could hear him saying with a growl, "Why don't you
and I ever have that much fun together, Ethel?"  The woman looked at us
with a scowl on her face and said, "Oh, Henry, they're just a bunch of
childish, silly, stupid men."  Then as she was about to lead him away, the
man said, "No, Ethel, they're none of those things.  I can see they're
three real men who love each other very much.  I can see it in their faces.
I wouldn't expect you to understand that."

Then we jumped up and started running down the hill again, waving our arms
and shouting, laughing and falling down and getting up and running some
more.  We were indeed real men, each of us in our own special way, but we
were one with each other, and we loved each other for who we were.


This is the final chapter of "Becoming a Real Man."  My heartfelt thanks to
all of you who have been so kind with your good words of encouragement.
There is nothing more that I wish for every young man than to have a father
who loves and cares for him, and who encourages and supports his son's
dreams and aspirations, whatever they might be.  God bless all of you, and
God bless all of our troops who are at war.

Tom Borden
Tombor99@yahoo.com