Date: Tue, 4 Oct 2005 22:23:29 -0700 (PDT) From: Rebel Subject: Dad and his Boys - Chapter 4 A Dad and his Boys Originally By Marc Paige Written By Rebel Chapter 4 The following story contains graphic sexual scenes involving a dad and his two sons. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states, you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story are in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the websites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. IMPORTANT NOTE As I've mentioned at the end of part one of this story I'm too busy to continue it myself so I've turned over writing to Rebel who did a great job on another chapter for your reading pleasure. I hope you enjoy his writing as much as I did. Marc If you have any questions, you can e-mail me at: ollie_901@hotmail.com Send any comments you have about this story to Rebel at rebel7772005@yahoo.com * * * * * * He got a shocked look on his face and said, "No way! They wouldn't understand about me and the little guys. And if it wasn't for Berry just walkin' in, he wouldn't know about me and Timmy either." "And now Allen, at the pool today?" I reminded them. "That doesn't count dad," Jeff got defensive, "That was just at the pool, and we probly won't never see him again," he reasoned. I guessed that there may have been more "incidental" times, but I wasn't gonna push it. Jeff must have realized what I was getting at when he spoke up, "And don't worry dad, NOBODY is gonna know about us, we promised." I watched as Timmy quickly started nodding his head vigorously. "I know guys, we've all lost so much, and we can't afford to loose each other. I wanna make you a promise too; I promise you both that from now on I'll be home right after work, and all three of us will help the other ones to get through this and make us a family again, but NO MORE LYING, ok?" I saw tears start in both boys' eyes and they jumped off of the couch and into my arms. I loved these little guys so much... "It's getting late guys, and we've all have a rough day, what do you say to us heading off to bed." I was kind of expecting some reluctance, but they looked at each other, gave me a peck on each cheek, and scooted off toward their bedroom... well, I THINK it was to THEIR bedroom. Then when I thought about it, I wondered what I might find after I locked up the house and headed that way myself. Chapter 4 I locked the doors and turned off the lights, then headed down the hall toward my room. I stuck my head in the boys' room wondering what I might find. The only thing in evidence was the usual presence of dirty clothes scattered around, but both beds were empty and there was no noise coming from the adjoining bath. I walked on down the hall to my room, and as I entered, I heard the sound of running water and boy chatter coming from my bathroom. I sat on the end of the bed watching my two sons, both buck naked, as they brushed their teeth and peed, getting ready for bed. `Oh boy,' I thought, `I don't think this is a very good idea.' They finished in the bathroom, walked into my room, and saw me just sitting there. I could tell by their body language that they thought that there might yet be something wrong. "Guys," I said, smiling at them, "We need to talk about all of this. Do you really think that it's a good idea for you to be here every night?" Jeff's shoulders slumped but Timmy, with his constant effervescent personality walked up to me and took my hand. "Yes daddy," he answered quietly, "I don't want to be alone anymore." I couldn't fault him for that; I too didn't want to be alone. `Ok, we'll figure it out somehow,' I thought as I opened my arms to my boys and was immediately swamped with hugs and kisses. "Crawl into bed while I go to the bathroom," I told them. Both kissed me again and crawled past me to the top of my king sized bed, messing up the covers as they vied for their positions. I just shook my head as I got undressed watching the boys and walked to the bathroom. When I returned, I saw that they had turned off the overhead light and only one bedside table light lit the entire room. They had thrown the coverings back and were lying on their backs with a gap in the middle, both with hard cocks pointing at the ceiling. It was such an inviting tableau, I wished I had a camera, but immediately thought better of THAT idea. I crawled over Timmy who was closest to me, and rolled into the center between them and felt my dick begin to rise. Just as I lay down, they both rolled into me and cuddled close, pressing their hard cocks into my sides. I slid my hands lovingly over their bare backs and felt the tender skin under my fingertips. We lay there for quite a while just enjoying each other's company and feeling each other's bodies. Timmy finally worked up the nerve to reach out and take my hard dick in his tiny hand, lightly stroking it up and down. "Oooohhhh God boys, this feels so good," I whispered to them. Jeff lifted up and looked me in the eye, then hitched himself up a bit, leaned over and slowly kissed me on my lips. I hadn't felt so loved and cared for since Betty died, and I suddenly knew what the boys meant when they told me they loved me. I held him tighter with my one arm as he progressed into a very sensual kiss, and I felt Timmy shift on the bed. Suddenly my cock was engulfed in warmth and wetness, and I knew where he had gone. I left him to it and wrapped both arms around Jeff, drawing him tighter to me. All of my pent up emotions and feelings of loss were released and I felt myself speeding toward that brink that all men know. I was powerless to stop myself or to even give Timmy any warning, but felt myself reach that pinnacle and be hurled over into the abyss, and all I could do was hold on to my son for the ride. My entire life seemed to be rolled into that one moment of orgasmic bliss. All of the glories, all of the heartaches; all of the emotions that I had ever felt and always held tightly within myself, coalesced and were released from their prison. I felt healed and made whole by knowing that I was at peace and loved by my family. I slowly came back from wherever I had gone, and opened my eyes. I was still locked in a tight embrace with my oldest, and as I looked into his smiling eyes, I got the definite impression that Jeff had experienced his own epiphany while I was away. I broke eye contact with Jeff and looked down my body to see what had happened with Timmy. I was shocked and surprised to see his cherubic face grinning back at me, all covered with semen and licking his lips while he gently stroked the last of my emissions from my receding cock. As Jeff and I broke apart, I saw that I had expelled ropes of cum as far as to hit my nipples and the back of his head where it dripped from his hair. "Damn guys," I breathed out, "I really made a mess," and giggled at the scene. Jeff eased himself off of the bed and went to retrieve a washcloth from the bathroom. I heard the water running in the basin but was snapped out of my reverie by Timmy still stroking on my over-sensitive penis. "Timmy," I quietly said with a sense of urgency in my voice, "Don't." He knew immediately what was happening and laid my half-hard cock back to my belly and sat up, still grinning, as Jeff walked back and gave each of us a warm washcloth. We watched each other as we slowly cleaned ourselves of my gigantic load, and Timmy started to giggle at me. When I gave him an inquisitive look, he said, "Daddy, you look funny." I didn't immediately connect what he was talking about to what we had just enjoyed, but as I cleaned myself, I understood that I HAD changed, and that was what he was seeing. I looked over to Jeff and he just smiled that enigmatic smile of his and nodded. I knew then that everything had changed between us and that I would work hard to make all of our lives better. We finished cleaning ourselves and Jeff reached out his hand to take the soiled washcloths. We gave them to him and he took them into the bathroom, and I could hear water running as Timmy lay down next to me and snuggled back into my arms. The water turned off and the light was extinguished, and then I saw Jeff come to the side of the bed and retrieve the tube of KY that I had in the nightstand. I was surprised that he even knew about it, but just watched as he walked around to the other side of the bed and crawled up behind his brother. He squeezed out a dollop into his fingertips and gingerly spread it over his extremely hard cock. He then reached his hand down toward Timmy's ass and it looked like he spread some on Timmy's bottom. Timmy never moved, but remained breathing deeply on my chest. Jeff wiped off his hand and then lay close behind Timmy and scooted himself in close. "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh," a long moan escaped my youngest's mouth, and I knew that Jeff had slid himself inside of Timmy's hot chute. Slowly, Jeff pulled back and then again re-entered that hot hole. Gradually he set up a slow rhythm that drove Timmy's hard little spike into my hip with each push. After about five glorious minutes of softly stroking his firm young back, I felt Timmy tense some and start his own rapid thrusting onto my hip. I saw Jeff just holding himself still and seemed fascinated by his brother's movements. A few moments later, and after several rapid-fire thrusts, Timmy held me tight around my chest, burying his moans and cries into my chest as his body went rigid in his own orgasm. "Ooohhh god," Jeff said, undoubtedly feeling the vise-like grip on his embedded cock, and I wondered if he too had achieved his peak. But as I saw Timmy slowly relax, I saw Jeff slowly start his careful, seesaw action on his brother's butt. Timmy lifted his head and grinned from ear to ear. "Thank you daddy," he said quietly as I saw his hips start to thrust back toward his bother's invading cock. It looked to me that it was uncomfortable for them both, so I eased back and let Timmy roll forward beside me, bringing Jeff up on top of his small frame. I was engrossed with watching Jeff start thrusting deeper and hearing the grunts and groans coming from Timmy underneath his frame. I marveled at the lasting power of Jeff. It was obvious that he had been doing this for a while as I watched him vary his speed and his depths of thrusting into his brother's sweet little bottom, bringing Timmy to two more dry orgasms. After almost ten minutes of bringing them both pleasure, Jeff increased his speed and it looked like he was savagely attacking Timmy. "AAAAHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!" he screamed as he drove himself solidly into Timmy and held himself there while I heard Timmy go through much the same as he too attained another peak of success. I watched incredulously as their sweaty bodies relaxed and they returned to the here and now. Jeff rolled off of Timmy and away from me as he grinned wide and slapped his brother's bottom. "OW!" Timmy howled, but just looked over at his brother, then leaned in and gave him a quick peck on his lips. He then turned toward me and impishly grinned, but then his face grimaced and he was off the bed like a shot and into the bathroom. Jeff and I giggled at each other as we heard Timmy on the toilet letting out a series of loud, wet farts. I heard the toilet flush and Timmy came bounding back onto the bed. I reached down, dragged the covers back over us as we quietly said our good nights, and slowly slipped off to dreamland. I woke up sometime during the night to the rocking motion I felt in the bed. I smiled to myself knowing what was happening right next to me, but when I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see Timmy on top of Jeff rather than the other way around. Jeff caught my eye, slid his hand over to mine, and gave it a squeeze. I smiled back thinking that it was great that Jeff was finally sharing with his little brother rather than just using him, and drifted back to sleep. I think I might have been awakened a couple more times, but knowing that my sons were enjoying themselves, I didn't even open my eyes, but just went back to sleep. I rolled over and looked at the clock... 9:47 am. I had a throbbing hard-on and bladder pressure from hell. I knew I'd better get up NOW or I'd have a mess to clean up. I tried to ease out of the bed, but when I looked over at Jeff, I saw that he was looking back at me. I leaned over and gave him a quick kiss, saying, "Go back to sleep baby," and got out of bed seeing his eyes close as I headed to the bathroom. After finishing in the bathroom, I headed off to the kitchen to get me some wake up juice. As I was waiting for the coffee to brew, I decided to make us a big breakfast, knowing that after the extreme amount of calories they'd burned, my sons would be ravenous. I grabbed a tin of home bake biscuits and turned on the oven. As I was waiting for the oven to warm, I set out pans and decided to make us all a high cholesterol, good tasting breakfast for once. It had been years since I had done more than heat up something or bring home take out. I set the biscuits in the oven to bake, and then continued with the slices of ham, the home fried potatoes, and the scrambled eggs. As I was putting the finishing touches on breakfast, two naked sleepyheads wandered into the kitchen and plopped themselves down on the barstools. I reached into the fridge, retrieved the already poured glasses of juice, and set them in front of the boys. They silently worked on the juice as I dished up plates and set them down in front of them. I got myself a third cup of coffee and joined my sons at the breakfast counter. As they gradually worked their way through the big breakfast, commenting on my culinary expertise, and thanking me many times for the hot biscuits and honey that we hadn't had in ages. "Uuhh... dad," Jeff timidly asked, looking over at me, "Why the big breakfast? You haven't cooked like forever," and he stuffed another forkful of eggs into his mouth. I was ready with a quip about slaving away and not being appreciated, but when I looked him in the eyes, I just blushed completely and couldn't follow through with a `witty remark'. "I love my sons," I explained, "And I want to show them how much I care, and how things are gonna change." Timmy looked up at us, leaned over, and gave me a quick hug, then went back to his primary focus – eating. We continued our meal with the usual banter, but every once in a while Jeff would catch my eye and smile, causing me to blush once again. "Well guys," I said as we were clearing the dishes to the dishwasher and cleaning my mess from the kitchen, "Do you have any plans for today?" They looked at each other and then back to me as Jeff answered, "No dad, just stay around the house, I guess. I have some homework and I know that Timmy does too," which earned him a sharp poke in the ribs followed by a stern look from me. "Well then, why don't we just make it a quiet, relaxing day for all three of us?" I suggested, feeling like I could use the down time to regenerate my batteries. Timmy looked up at me and said, "You're gonna be here all day?" Then it dawned on me that it would indeed be the first Sunday in a long time that I didn't go in to work on some project or another. I squatted down in front of him and looked him square in the eyes as I said, "Yes Timmy, all day... with just the three of us... doing whatever we want. Is that ok?" He jumped into my arms and gave me a big hug. As I was being hugged by my number two son, I saw a warm smile on Jeff's face, and knew I had let things go on for too long, but now things were gonna change. And that's exactly what we did. That Sunday was a turning point for us, and the boys gradually relaxed back to the easygoing attitudes that they had before my wife got sick. It was almost as if a big black cloud had lifted from over our house and we all felt better for the changes. Since they no longer had to sneak around, I could hear them several times a day making love to each other in their bedroom. Berry was there a couple of times when I got home from work, getting back into the practice of getting home right after 5 o'clock. One time he came out of the boys' room quite disheveled, and muttered a quick good-bye as he raced out of the door as I was hanging up the car keys on the rack after coming in from the garage. I was at a loss until I saw Jeff and Timmy emerge from their room, naked and semi-hard, and then I knew I had interrupted something. "Sorry about that guys," I chuckled, "But I am getting home at my usual time." "I know daddy," Timmy chuckled. "We we're doing it and Berry just walked in and wanted to play like we usually do. We tried to tell him not right then, but he wanted it, and we couldn't tell him no..." And Jeff picked up the explanation, "Not without saying something about you getting home early. I thought that maybe we could do it quick, but he wanted more and... and... well, it just took longer." "Don't worry about it guys," I told them, still chuckling over the circumstances, "I'll bet that he won't do THAT again." We all just looked at each other and then all started giggling at each other. We had another good dinner, with them telling me all about what Berry wanted. I found that I really liked hearing about this part of my sons' lives that I had never been privy too before. The next time I came home and found Berry there, he and Timmy were innocently playing videos games on the big TV in the living room. As I caught Jeff's eye as he came around the corner, I nodded toward Berry and shrugged my shoulders. Jeff grinned wide and nodded his head back at me, so I knew that they had had fun earlier in the afternoon. The next two weeks went along much the same way, with them being with their friends in the afternoon, and then being alone together in the evenings. Some nights they DID sleep in their own room, and it was one of those nights I saw that they were sharing one of the twin beds in their room. I thought that it was ridiculous to have them scrunched up in one small bed when there was another perfectly good room just sitting there going to waste still being designated `the guestroom'. Then I thought about the upcoming visit from my brother and his two sons, and hit on a better idea. One night at dinner, I brought it up to them. "Hey guys," I started, "How would you both like to have your own rooms?" You'd have thought that I had hit them both. They stopped shoveling food between bites, looked at each other, and then turned their sullen stares toward me. "Daddy, did we do something wrong?" Timmy asked very quietly. As I looked at them, I realized that I hadn't presented it very well. "No baby, you both have been wonderful. I had an idea about your rooms, that's all," I calmly looked back at them. `I need to redefine the boundaries as a parent,' I thought, `be very careful not to screw up what you've got, dummy.' "I want you both to hear me out about my idea and then we'll talk about it, agreed?" "Ok daddy," Timmy brightened in his persistent optimistic way. "Jeff?" I asked, looking into a questioning face that wasn't sure if he trusted me or not. "Ok," he mumbled, but I took it for a tacit agreement – at least to hear me out, if not like what I was gonna say. "Jeff... Timmy," I said slowly, looking at each of them in turn, "I have enjoyed your company in my bed and I really do want it to continue whenever you feel like it, but when you two decide to not be with me, I noticed that you've started sleeping in one of your twin beds." Timmy started to say something, but I held up my hand to keep him quiet. "Timmy, I know you don't want to be alone, and that's ok, it's just that you both don't fit very well in those tiny beds." I saw Jeff get a glimmer in his eyes and then a smile threatened to crack his sullen façade. I knew I had him back when he picked up his fork and pushed in the bite of roast beef that he had cut before my bombshell exploded. Timmy watched his brother go back to eating in between his bites of dinner. `Nothing stops Timmy from eating,' I mused as I watched the interplay. "When I saw that almost brand new bed going to waste in the `guestroom', I thought that maybe we could get rid of your two little beds and get one double bed that you'd both be comfortable in. And as far as having separate rooms... well, that doesn't mean you can't sleep together in one room or the other." I watched closely and I could almost see the wheels turn inside Jeff's head. It took a few moments before he was finally able to put it together for himself. "Can I have my own computer?" he finally asked, smiling across the table at me. "I would venture to guess that most of what I might find on the computer in your room is mostly of your doing, right son?" He blushed about six shades of red so I knew I'd hit it right. "That's ok Jeff, you're entitled to your own computer, and to the privacy of keeping it to yourself," and I saw him breath a sigh of relief. "I think that since it's only a few months old, why don't I get a new computer just like it for Timmy to do his schoolwork on, and let you change over whatever needs to be moved?" His eyes got big and his smile widened. "Unless you want me to do it, that is." "No, no... that's ok, I can do it. I'm sure that Timmy having his own new computer will make it easier for both of us to get our homework done," he hurriedly said to my suggestion. "I thought that maybe that would be the best idea," I said, also blushing a little since I was sure what I might find on his computer if I looked. I firmly believe in education of people "to do the right thing," NOT government or parental censorship. That's why I've never activated the parental locks on their computer, expecting them to `police themselves' on what they want and don't want to see. "The other thing is that we will need the extra room when Uncle Joe and the boys get here next week for their visit." "Where are they gonna sleep dad?" Jeff asked as we all resumed our meal and `chatted' about the upcoming visit. "Well, I thought that we'd just play it by ear when they got here, buddy," I answered using his pet name to emphasize that we were still friends. "If the boys want to stay together, then you and Timmy can share a bed like always, but if they want to, then maybe you both can share a bed with one of your cousins." "That's a great idea daddy," Timmy piped up, "Maybe they'll wanna play too." Even though I had wondered much the same thing, I had to slow down some of his aggressiveness, just in case it might lead to problems down the road. "Uuhh... Timmy, that's NOT what you need to be focusing on," I scolded, looking straight at him. "You promise me that you WILL NOT try anything with either of your cousins. Do you promise?" "Yes daddy," he said quietly and seemed properly chastised. "But what if they wanna do sumpin?" he followed up with. This left me at a loss and Jeff could see me floundering. "Don't worry dad, I'll keep an eye on the little horn dog," Jeff said, much to my relief. "Even if I have to tie him into bed at night," he followed with, much to Timmy's horrified surprise. "Ok, ok, we'll work on it together, ok," I interjected, staving off a blow-by-blow at the dinner table. "Since tomorrow is Saturday, and the guys will be here next weekend, what do you say that we go shopping for new furniture for both of you?" "Yeah," Timmy responded enthusiastically, "Can I get my own desk?" "Of course you can, little guy," I answered, "It's gonna be your room, all by yourself, unless you decide to share it with someone," I added and watched him take in this new idea and mull it around. As we were clearing the table and stacking the dishwasher, Jeff asked, "Do I hafta have all of that furniture that's in the guestroom?" I never thought about that, so now I was having a hard time trying to remember just what was in there. "Let's go see what's there and what we want to do with it. I was planning on getting all new stuff for you too, but I forget that the room is already furnished," I told him as we added detergent and started the wash cycle. As we walked past the boys' room, we looked in and saw that Timmy was deep in thought, looking through catalogues on the desk. When we walked into the guestroom and snapped on the light, I was immediately overcome with emotions as I looked around, remembering that Betty had decorated the house and her personal touches were everywhere, especially in this room. Jeff saw that I was having problems and came up to me and gave me a hug around my waist. "Thanks baby," I told him feeling tears fill my eyes. "I know dad, I miss her too," Jeff responded, still holding me tight. I pulled myself together and pushed back from Jeff's embrace, but held onto his hands as I knelt in front of him. "How did you get so smart?" I asked him, "Thanks son, now let's figure out what we can do with all of this stuff," and leaned forward, gave him a quick peck on his lips, and stood up before he could react. I looked around the room and had to agree with my teen son – this was indeed a grown-up's room, not a teen's. There were things that I would want to save and put away into storage like grandmother's quilt that Betty had put onto the bed to display the marvelous stitching. My thought was that maybe one of the boys' wives might like to have it in their house. "Yes, I see what you mean Jeff. It looks like we've got our work cut out for us is we're gonna get all of this stuff moved out to the garage and get you both some new furniture in here by Monday." Timmy came running in with the catalogue flapping his hands. "Daddy, daddy, can I get one of these?" he asked breathlessly and flopped the book down on the bed for us to see. I looked down at what he was so excited about and saw that he was raving about a big, wrap-around, high top desk ensemble showing a computer in one corner of the desk and still plenty of room for storage and shelves for books and other stuff that boys think is important. At first, I thought it was an awful lot to jam into one little room, but then I remembered that we were getting rid of the two beds in favor of one, and that maybe it might be just the thing to take care of all of the storage problems that they now had. "I don't know Timmy, do you think that it'll all fit in there?" I asked. That seemed to take all of the wind out of his sails and he looked very crestfallen at the thought. "Tell ya what... Jeff, run out to the garage and grab my tape measure, will ya please? Then we can take some measurements and see how much room we have." They thought it was a good idea and went to get the tape measure. I walked into the boys' room, took a few sheets of paper from a desk drawer, and started to draw rough sketches of both almost square rooms, and noting the placement of the doors and windows. When the boys returned, we took measurements of both rooms and found that they were within inches of being the same size, and were just the reverse of floor plans, both opening into the bathroom between. The only difference was that the existing room, being in the middle of the house, had only one window on the outside wall, while the guestroom was in the corner of the house and had two windows. "Ok guys, now that we have the dimensions, we can figure out if that big desk will fit," I told a very hopeful young boy. I looked up the dimensions of the desk, and found that it was surprisingly compact and would fit nicely in Timmy's room with just moving the furniture around. I had a bouncing, excited young man on my hands when I told him the good news, and got lots of hugs and kisses as if I had just given him the world. Jeff took the catalogue from Timmy's hands and started thumbing through the pages. I looked around the boys' room and saw that several of the pieces were showing definite signs of heavy usage by young boys. I tried to remember just when it was that Betty and I had bought the furniture, but try as I might, I just couldn't remember. Looking at everything now, I could see that most of it, other than the almost new mattress set in the guestroom, would be given to Goodwill. I asked the boys if they were in favor of making the move now that they understood my idea, and got a resounding chorus of yeas and yippees as my answer. "Ok then, would you guys like to sleep with me tonight? That way we can clear the rooms and get ready for the new stuff." They readily agreed and I got the boys started in their room while I went into the guestroom, and we spent the next three hours sorting, packing, and throwing things away. I had the boys take out the drawers from their chest and we moved the frame into my room, and then reassembled it to have their clothes at hand while we made the transition. I decided that the hanging clothes in the closets could stay there since they wouldn't interfere. As I looked around at the almost empty rooms, I was amazed that we had amassed five big sacks of trash and still had a lot of trash on the floor. We were tired, and it was late, so we decided to grab some quick showers and hit the sack, knowing that tomorrow would be another long day of shopping, moving stuff, and cleaning to get ready for the new furniture. Jeff had found some new things that he was interested in looking at, and I finally convinced Timmy that we would have to look around but would try to find something like what he found in the catalogue. We were all so tired, we just cuddled close and rapidly fell asleep. Early the next morning, I was awakened by two very lively boys trying to be quiet but not succeeding as they moved about the house. I finally worked myself out of bed and after doing the usual morning bathroom stuff, staggered my way to the kitchen. There I was pleasantly surprised to find a fresh-brewed pot of coffee waiting and I knew that I had forgotten to set it up the night before, so Jeff had to endure my hug of thanks as I caught him when he got into the fridge for a juice refill. I watched from my perch at the bar while the boys got themselves cereal and made their own breakfasts. As we were cleaning up and getting ready to leave, Berry came bouncing into the house. When he saw the boys' room, he was flabbergasted that we had changed everything in one night. We asked him if he wanted to go with us while we shopped and he couldn't wait to get to a phone and ask permission. After it was granted with me assuring his mother that it was not an inconvenience having him along, we set off on our shopping spree. This was something new for me since Betty had taken care of everything like that when she was alive, just dragging me along for my input and to pay the bill. I decided to take some of the insurance money that we had left after all of her medical bills were paid and furnish the boys' rooms the way they wanted them. We must have hit every furniture store we could think of, but we finally were able to find just exactly what both boys wanted for their rooms, and I was lucky enough to arrange for delivery the next day, even though it was Sunday, explaining that we needed it done before school and work on Monday. I guess they took pity on the poor widower and his two fine young sons, and set it up for us. We went back home and finished cleaning up the rest of the trash from the floors. While I was vacuuming the nearly new carpet, I noticed that the floor in the boys' room was indeed showing the use of the last couple of years as compared with the almost never used guestroom. I went out and rented a carpet shampooer and the four of us shampooed the carpet in the boys' room and the hall, but stopped short of doing the living room. After we finished the cleaning, we were all tired so I ordered two large pizzas and we all collapsed in the living room and ate dinner. Timmy caught my attention and motioned for me to follow him to the back bedroom. "Dad," he asked, "Can I have Berry stay over tonight?" I wasn't sure where we'd put him, but looking around, I saw that Timmy had a plan. He had taken the mattress set from the wall where we had leaned it and had it laying on the floor of the guestroom. I saw a twinkle in his eye and knew what he had in mind. "That way, we can both get some tonight, huh," I said grinning at his blushing smile. "Sure sport, help me make the bed and you can both sleep in here tonight." I grabbed some clean sheets from the linen closet and together we made the bed for their nighttime festivities. I had to smile when I saw him stash a tube of KY under the corner of the mattress. We went back to the living room and Timmy asked Berry if he wanted to stay the night. Looking over at me, I nodded and then looked over at a questioning Jeff. I held my finger to my lips, signaling him to keep quiet, and watched as an excited Berry called home for permission. When Timmy took Berry back to their room, I explained the set up to Jeff who smiled at the arrangements. We watched a movie on DVD and just relaxed into the evening. About 10 o'clock, I yawned and stretched, giving Timmy the high sign to get him to take Berry and head off to bed. I heard them in the bathroom and then they were ensconced behind a locked door while Jeff and I closed up the house and headed to my room for the night. After I locked the door and joined Jeff in the bathroom for our nightly absolutions, all we could do was look at each other and grin as we watched each other's hard cocks swing and sway as we moved. Jeff finished first and scampered into the bedroom while I finished. I walked to the bed and asked, "Light, on or off?" "Off," he said and I plunged the room into darkness as I slid into bed alongside my teenage son. He wasted no time and rolled on top of my prone body, allowing me full access to his firm, supple, young body. I reveled in the feeling of running my hands from his shoulders down to firm globes and back while he ran his hands up and down my sides, and played with my nipples. "Oh god son, that feels so good," I uttered as I was being bombarded with all the stimulation from my son's hands. I could feel him smile at me in the dark and then suddenly felt his hot lips wrap around one nipple while his nails worked hard on the other. I was rapidly reaching overload when suddenly he stopped and moved off of me. I wasn't sure what he had in mind until I felt his slick fingers wrap themselves around my rampaging cock and give it a couple of swipes. I felt him shift his weight and then he was straddling my stomach, resting on his knees. "Oooohhhhh," escaped Jeff's clenched teeth as I felt him take the head and the top half of my cock inside his hot channel. "Take it easy son, we've got all night," I whispered up to him in the dark. I felt him lift completely off of me for a moment, then ease himself back onto the tip of my cock, and let the head pop inside of his ass lips. He then stopped and held still, getting used to it inside him. It didn't take but a minute before I felt him rocking back and forth and allowing himself to slide down my greased up cock. "Aaaaahhhhhhhhh," he groaned as I felt his butt sit firmly on my pubic bone – he had me fully encased in his hot chute and it felt fantastic. "Oh god Jeff, you feel sooooo good," I moaned into the darkness as I felt him still rocking back and forth on my hardness, but also now adding in a little side to side movement. I was amazed at his seemingly wanton movements and the litany of moans and sighs escaping from his mouth. I could feel whenever he would move my dick across his prostate and could hear the sharp intake of breath. Just then, we heard a loud and prolonged groan/scream come through the walls and we both giggled at the sound knowing that Timmy and Berry were really enjoying themselves too. I felt Jeff start playing with my nipples again as he started lifting himself and start a slow rhythm of bouncing on my hard shaft. I reached up and returned the favor by pinching and kneading his nips to a hard kernel on his smooth pecs. "Ooooohhhh," he moaned and I could feel myself starting the inevitable climb to my pending orgasm. I tried hard to think of anything else, trying to forestall the coming climax, but his slow rhythmic motion was having its effect. I moved one hand down and found that his super hard cock was drooling pre-cum onto my belly. I slid my hand back pushing his foreskin back and rubbing my palm over the highly sensitive head beneath. "Aaaaahhh Gaaawwwwwddddd!" he moaned rather loudly, but I realized that it wasn't THAT loud, it just seemed like it in the quiet and the darkness. I knew that he'd shoot soon if I kept that up, so I reached further back, and started stroking his shaft, allowing the skin to cover the tip with each stroke. I wanted to prolong his pleasure as much as I wanted to prolong mine. It wasn't too many more strokes before the inevitable happened. I was surprised by Jeff's first volley when I felt it splat onto my cheek and start to run down, but the constrictions of his tight little ass muscles started my own entrance to Valhalla and I was barely aware of my surroundings for the next several minutes as I felt rope after rope of boiling hot cum shoot out the end of my dick to deep within the bowels of my son who was desperately trying to get more of me inside of him. After what seemed like forever, I gradually became aware of the fact that I was no longer inside of Jeff's hot ass, but he was sitting on top of my still semi-hard shaft with his arms outstretched and locked beside my shoulders, panting as if he had ran a mile. I slid my hands up the back of my panting boy and urged him to lie down on my chest. I knew it would be a real mess to clean up when I heard the squish of the fluids escape as he eased himself into my embrace. We had neither the energy nor the inclination to get out of our warm cocoon, so I just pulled the covers over us and we both fell asleep, entwined in each other's embrace. To Be Continued...