J&J and the 5 Be's, Part Three

By Bix Meister

"The Sixth Be"

This is a story featuring gay men, and gay sex, intended for Adults, not Minors.  It is fiction, and as such is not based on any actual people or events.  It is a fantasy intended purely as a catalyst for pleasure.  No attempts have been made to portray safe sex, but the author encourages you to practice it.

 

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Notice, this chapter and series, features a relationship between adult father and son. If this is not your cup of tea, I suggest you check out my Snowplow series. If you've already read my Snowplow series, you may find a character or two which are familiar.

 

"The Sixth Be"

 

"Fuck! Close the curtains, will ya!"

Dad held up his hand, trying to shield his eyes against the sun streaming in.

"Well, good-fucking-morning to you too, sunshine."

"Damn, Boy. I am glad Patrick held me to two martinis last night. I can't handle the booze like I used to. How are you J?"

"Just peachy, J."

"That's enough snark from you Boy."

"What do you expect from me? You tell me yesterday that you and Mom have smooth sailing. Then later, you confess that you are in love with a man. You were crying as you held me last night dad. Sometime in the middle of it all, you fed me your load, and you forced your lover to fuck me."

"This is some fucked up shit dad. You can't expect to lay it on me and roll over and cuddle." I bent over, showed Dad my ass." Here, if you are gonna fuck me, fuck me like a man. Your boyfriend's load is still there. That should make it easy."

I turned toward the Lake, and made no attempt to close the curtains. He rose from bed and walked to me. I felt his gut against my back as he hugged me. "I am fucked up J, and I am just trying to figure it all out. On one hand, I tell myself that I am raising you up, making you a man. But in reality, I think I am bringing you down to my level."

He held me tighter, I wiggled free and turned to look him in the eye. "Dad, I think you need to get back to the basics. Right now, I feel that it might be best if you go home, and figure it out. I know this guy who believes in the 5-Be's. Maybe I can introduce him to you, and he can set you on the right path. He'd probably tell you to start by Being Honest."

"J, you don't realize it, but you are the man I need to help me through it. You are a bigger man than I'll ever be. Look at you last night, you stuck by your word, while I blew right past mine."

"And what do you mean by that?"

"You wanted to make good on an old promise you made to yourself. You finally had the Wilson Juice, straight from the tap I might add, and then you were adult enough to move on. I thought for a moment there, I was gonna get your virginity. I know that is sick, but damn, I could justify it in my mind. I should just stop there J, cuz I am not worthy of the son you have become."

"Dad, I know it isn't easy for a straight man to have a gay son. Not when you have dreams you want him to fulfill."

"Son, let's Be Honest. I've been bi for a long time. You know that guy that lives down the street? The quiet teacher I used to help by clearing his drive whenever it snowed?"

"Yeah? He's gay, isn't he? He doesn't seem like your type."

"He isn't. But I saw him once at the `90's. He walked by, gave me a wink and said "What the neighbors don't know..." I figured that clearing his drive was a good trade for keeping him silent."

I shook my head.

"Don't judge me J. You broke a rib while getting a BJ."

"But you are talking about cheating on my Mom. That is different."

"Is it, if she is okay with it? Son, you idolize Brent. You think he can do no wrong. You even threatened to go see the two of them last night and would have if I would have given you keys to the Jeep. News flash, your idol has fucked Kurt, I've fucked Kurt, even you have fucked Kurt."

"But he and Gino have an open relationship."

"Bingo. So do Mom and I, so do Kurt and I."

"But, Brent tells Gino everything. You heard him."

"Almost everything. Do you think I am gonna tell Mom and Kurt that you sucked my dick?"

"But, you forced your lover to take my v-card, and by the way, where did you learn that term?"

"It doesn't matter where I learned it. I didn't force him, he loves you almost as much as he loves me."

"You didn't dangle the partnership in front of him? I heard what you told him last night. Did you use the Son and Boy names just to keep your fuck buddies straight?"

"He knows he is going to oversee the Duluth office. He knows that means he gets a share of the business. Listen son, Mom is aware of 95% of this. The details don't matter to her. Just like I don't care what she does in New York."

"J, the bottom line is I am afraid I made you this way. For some deranged reason, I just wanted to ensure you had all the tools you need to be a sexually fulfilled man. Looks like I took it a bit far."

"No shit Sherlock. Look, like I said, if you made me this way, you made me one of the happiest men on earth. You may claim that you tell Mom 95% of the things that happen, but if were to edit that 5% from yesterday, I would leave out that kiss you gave Kurt. That, I didn't have to see."

"J, I would edit the remaining 95% and leave the kiss. You should see that your old man, loves his lover. You hold Brent in high regard because he shares his love for Gino, with you. You heard them last night, Brent and Kurt had mind numbingly wonderful sex. Does that make you think any less of him?"

"Brent is not my Dad."

"And I am not Mother Theresa." Dad hesitated, I grinned.

"Finally, I got a smile out of you J. Listen J. You know how you question the difference between Be Yourself, and Be Honest in my 5-B's? I need my son's help figuring it out for me. Along the way maybe we can figure it out for you, too. I got this room for the weekend. What do you say to us, tackling it together?"

"Dad, I love you. This weekend makes me understand that I am your son in so many fucking ways it is unbelievable. If we figure it out for one J, we figure it out for the other J. Let's get dressed. I don't think we can do any of this naked."

"I make no promise of that J. I may have set a wheel in motion last night that will be impossible to stop. I'm gonna mention a sixth Be, Be Open to the Possibilities."

"Isn't that "Be Ready, under a different name?"

"You are the scholar, so I will go with your call. Listen, do you think Brent and Gino would Be Ready for a late breakfast if you texted them?"

"I'm ahead of you there. We are meeting them in twenty minutes. Gino is always late, but you aren't."

"Shit I got to get a move on. Think we got time for a shower?"

I sniffed the air. "You still smell sauna fresh. Just splash some water on that mug of yours, shave, and we can be down to the Jeep in five minutes. Don't worry, I plugged the address into your phone. We are so alike. You used my birthday as your locked screen password."

"What else did you find on my phone?"

"The 5% that mom shouldn't know about."

I watched dad as he got ready to meet my friends. Somehow, he had weakened my defenses and I was on his side again. He pulled on a pair of pants, wincing as the crotch constricted his bulge. "That's the other Wilson curse, Dad. We can go shopping at that store across the street. Their khakis have a lot of ball-room."

"I was going to take you there after lunch."

"Perfect. Am I driving, or are you?"

"With your mood this morning, I don't know if I should chance you behind the wheel." He pulled out his phone and checked his mapping app. "If we leave now, counting the elevator, we should be there two minutes early. I got this J."

I shook my head. "Dad, somehow I believe it. By the end of the weekend I will wonder why I ever doubted your control on the situation."

As we headed to the Diner, hands-on Dad was back, and I didn't discourage it. I was a true Minnesotan, wearing shorts in 40-degree weather and Dad took advantage of it. His hand would fondle my knee, my shorts making it easy for him to stroke the fur on my legs. Then seconds later he'd flick my beard with his knuckles. I'd give him a glance, and his wink would be there. It felt natural, an expression of our love for each other.

I looked closer as he winked the second time. We had just parked the Jeep with a minute to spare. He gave my beard a flick, then winked. "Time to meet Gino, I guess."

"Hey, wait, you didn't shave." I said.

"'Bout time you noticed J. Your full beard looks good on you, I figured I needed a new look."

I got out, Dad followed me to the Diner. Dad noticed Brent's Jeep in the lot. "I thought you said Gino was always late, J." Parked next to it was a Plum Crazy 1970, Dodge Charger. "Well, would you look at that beauty."

"Looks like you are not only meeting Brent and Gino, but Pete and Kyle too. Dad, they are all quite the men."

Upon entry, Gino stood and waved his hat. They were in the large corner booth. I led Dad to the booth, then made introductions. His construction company owner persona came forward as he schmoozed the men. Each man got a firm handshake and eye contact. He repeated each name, as if he would forget them. Brent got a hearty clap on the back, Gino's was heartier.

While looking at the menu, Dad looked up from his glasses, peering over the frames. "Pete, you used to be somebody. A wrestler, right?"

"Yep, I went from up and coming, to star, to former, and now, used to be. Such is my career trajectory. I am looking forward to when senility makes me a "never was," Pete laughed.

"I wouldn't be so quick to reach that age. Remember the senile wrestler who snapped and killed his friend in the nursing home? Beside, that has to be well into the future. You're, what are you now? Sixty-five? Dad took me to one of your wrestling matches the day after my fifteenth birthday."

"You flatter me J. Try seventy-five."

"Damn, I hope I look that good at seventy-five. What is your secret?"

"The love of a good man. Kyle here has kept me young."

"Wait, you're not the former wrestler whose son is also gay? Brent was telling us about it last night."

"Yep, Derek's my son. I tried to get him to join us, but he is detailing his car for World of Wheels."

"I guess the love of cars runs in your family, I saw your Charger outside. Does your son look like you Pete? Kyle tell me, do you have trouble telling them apart?"

"They are two peas, one pod. Pete is taller, but especially now that Derek is older, I can see a bit of the man that I married, in his son."

Dad leaned in. "Tell me, how was it, that you two met? It appears that there is some difference in age. My boy here seems to like men who are older than him, how is that working out for the two of you?"

"It's a long story J. One I am finally writing. I'm not sure if you are the intended market for it, though. Let's just say that Pete wasn't always gay, but he fell in love with a man who was."

"Really Kyle?" I asked. "Pete, I just thought you were Bi, I didn't know you were straight.

"J, my man. When I was younger, I was mainly straight. I was married to a woman. I got one of my groupies pregnant, and I slept with half of my competition. My dick had no conscience until I met Kyle. Come to think of it, it still doesn't. But this young man here stoked a fire in my heart that still burns. I don't know if that answers your question, but our story is an open book."

Dad looked at Kyle. "What do you mean when you say that I might not be the intended market?"

"Well, it is of an adult nature, and most of the adult nature, happens between two men, or any number of men." It takes place seventeen years ago, and is an account of the year I got to know Pete, so don't worry, your son isn't in it."

"Well, Kyle. I don't know how to put this, but I might be the intended market after all. You see – well – J just found this out, but I am in love with two people, my wife and a man who works for me. It's not easy making it work, but I am trying to figure it out." Dad put his elbow on the table, and rested his chin on his palm. "My son is not too happy with me. I think I went down several rungs on his ladder."

"When you are twenty-one and it's your birthday, the earth revolves around you."

I looked over at Brent.

"Sorry J, you know it is true. When men become dads, they don't get user manuals. Your dad at least tried to create one. You've told me about the 5-Be's."

"That's like the difference between having a book, and actually reading it B. It can look good on your coffee table, but if you don't know what's inside, what good does it do ya?"

"Like I said, when you are twenty-one, and it is your birthday, do I need to say more? Sorry J, I love you buddy. You're part of our Pack. But I think you need to cut your dad some slack. He just told us he is in love with two people. That is a lot to deal with."

"But he isn't telling you the rest."

"J, I have been with Pete for over 16 years, I am writing a book for fuck's sake, and yet, I have not told him everything. You want to judge yourself, based on your best intentions, yet you judge him on what he's done wrong. At least he is attempting to fix it."

Lucky for me, the waitress came to take our order. After last night's gluttony, I decided I might as well continue to break training by ordering the deluxe biscuits and gravy, Dad followed suit. I looked at him. He winked then flicked his knuckles over my beard. I glanced at Pete and Kyle. I saw Kyle give Pete the 1-4-3 hand signal. Their hand signal meant I L-O-V-E Y-O-U. I knew ours meant the same thing.

They were right, but I couldn't tell them. Dad was trying. As fucked up as things were, Dad was trying. I reached over and flicked Dad's scruff. "You'll be glad you ordered the biscuits. They're perfect for a hangover."

"I'm spending time with my son, J. This is will be hard to beat."

Our time at the Diner was spent telling tales. I was up to date on most of Kyle's blogs, so I laughed along with them. Dad was amused that Duluth was once host to a crime spree, named after the Mad Dildoer. I grabbed Dad's phone and found the URL to Kyle's blogs, then saved it for him.

I really had to think back at the stories I had been reading about my chosen friends, and I realized that yeah, if you factored out the sex between dad and I, my story wasn't that unique.

As we hugged our goodbyes, Dad made promises to see them again. "You could stay around `til Tuesday, Kyle is joining us for his first legal happy hour."

"I only have the room through tonight guys, but I will do my best."

"You really should try, Connie might be there J." Brent added.

"You can stay at our chalet." Pete offered.

I put my hand on his wrist. "Or you could stay a few nights with your son."

"How could I turn that down, J?"

As we were about to leave, Pete pulled me aside. "Cut him some slack buddy. There is gonna come a time when you wish you would have. I know what he is going through. He is in love. Be happy for that."

"Be Happy." That is what was missing. Dad's life was always about goals. Whether it was on the ice, or business, profit or personal goals. He never stopped to Be Happy.

I walked over to his Jeep. I looked in, smiled and flicked his scruff. "Give me the keys."

He got out, flipped me the keys and said "I sorta have something planned this afternoon, I'll send a text and change things."

"You, my man, are gonna love this." I got in, started the Jeep, then pulled out of the lot. I drove south on I-35 towards Thompson Hill. I exited and drove the winding road section of Skyline Parkway back towards town.

"Where the hell are you taking me?" dad asked.

"Up to Enger Tower."

Dad pulled out his phone, and typed into his GPS app. "This doesn't make sense J. According to my phone, we could have been there minutes ago."

"And you would have missed this." Dad's rant was, like him, impeccably timed. "Dad, sometimes you have to appreciate what is in front of you."

I pulled into the overlook. "Dad, you know the story of the blind men who have to describe an elephant. Each one of them described something different, depending on their perspective. Look at that lake. And I mean, really take a look at it." I paused for a while.

"Now, don't just look at it, but look at what surrounds it." I watched Dad's eyes as he scanned his horizon. "Look at it from a developer's perspective."

"I have been J."

"I know. That is your go-to perspective. Now, look at it from a historian's perspective."

"I don't think I know how to do that J."

"Gino could, Kyle could. They would tell you about that strip of land, Park Point. See that bridge down there?"

"I'm familiar with the Aerial Lift Bridge."

"But did you know that the canal it crosses, was blasted out in less than a few days so Duluth would have better shipping access to the inner harbor? Kyle told me that. See that soccer field down there by the Paper Mill? Gino's house used to be there. His displaced family meant nothing to the politicians and businessmen."

"There are stories like that, all over Duluth, but your algorithm that tells you where to develop, probably only deals with patterns and numbers and population density. Shit like that. Years ago, someone with vision made an emotional decision to blast through the world's largest freshwater sand bar, and changed the whole course of this town.

"I don't get what you are getting at J."

"Dad, I'm not sure myself. You are dealing with an emotional decision by loving two people. I finally figured that out. I also figured out the sixth Be. Be Happy, Dad."

"But that is covered in the other 5-Be's, isn't it? It is the end result."

"But Be Happy shouldn't be the end result. It should be present every step of the way. Look Dad. You've convinced me you love Kurt and Mom. But you used them, to help you reach your goal of getting me fucked this weekend. Before you say anything, that was your goal, not mine."

"You've talked to my friends, looking for ways to justify your actions. One of my friends, or should I say our friends now, even pulled me aside and told me I should Be Happy for you. How can I Be Happy for you, when you can't Be Happy for yourself?"

Dad was leaning forward, listening to me. He slumped back, hit the seat hard. "Damn, you're right, J."

"C'mon Dad, I still have to take you to the tower." I hit the ignition, and drove. We stopped at every overlook. I told him a story for each one. When we finally got to Enger Tower, we climbed to the top. The wind was chilly, so Dad put his arm around me, and flicked his knuckles over my beard. I returned the favor.

"Dad, look at me." I stood back. "This is what Be Happy looks like."

"If you're happy, I'm happy."

"Are you?" I asked. "Were you happy last night while your lover was staying at the sauna, and your son was sacked out on the couch?"

Dad smiled. "He fucked you well, didn't he son?"

"He did, but I saw how he kissed you. You were the one he wanted to fuck. You were the one he wanted to spend the night with. But he played your game to satisfy you, and neither of you are happy."

I pulled out my phone, looked at my app. "Dad, he is still in town. Be Happy, make Kurt happy."

"He is probably at the sauna."

"If that business man didn't make the bold move, and use dynamite on a long sand bar, Superior would probably be where I went to school, and you might never had a hooker on your fifteenth birthday."

"But, I have a special party planned for you."

"The special thing you could do for me is go spend time with your man."

Just then I got a GROWL, it was Skyler.

"Where R U?"

"Where are you?"

"I'm at the store you texted me about last night."

I looked at Dad, showed him my phone. "Do you know anything about this?"

"Oh fuck, we're late, that is your friend who likes to get fucked, right? I was gonna tag-team his ass with you. I suggested we meet at that store."

My phone buzzed again.

"Where's your friend?"

"Long story short, Sky, He has other plans that came up. Meet you at the sauna in 15 minutes?"

"Hell yeah."

"He can't get enough of my dick, Dad." I looked at Dad, flicked his scruff with my knuckles. "C'mon dad, let's go find your lover."

Down at the base of the tower, I flipped the keys to Dad. "This is gonna be your second home for a year or more. You might as well get to know it. You drive and park, I'll send Kurt out to meet you. You know, I do regret not being able to share Sky with you, you are just his type. He usually likes the daddies. I am the youngest gun in his arsenal."

Dad laughed as he pulled onto Skyline Parkway. "You are happy, aren't you son? I am gonna take a page from your book, and wing it" he said, throwing his phone on the floormat.

He made good time, winging it. The slight detours along the way, only made the story that he was going to tell Kurt, richer. We soon were idling the Jeep in front of the Sauna when Sky walked up the hill. I said goodbye to dad, told him I would catch a cab back home, and made plans to see him the next day.

"Was he the man, who was supposed to tag team me J?" Sky asked.

I laughed, "Ch-yeah"

"He looks hot, what's his story?"

"You don't want to know."

I paid our entry fee, then grabbed my towels and key, and followed Sky's ass down the stairs. On the way to our lockers I ran into Kurt. "Dad is waiting for you outside. He has a special night planned for you."

"I thought he had a special afternoon planned for you, J."

"He did, but I changed it. Do me a favor, and go make him happy."

Skyler stopped me. "You mean you and your dad were gonna fuck me?"

"That was his plan, I would rather have you to myself." Unless of course, we find someone who wants to do both of us."

"And that other guy is your Dad's lover?"

"Yep, kinda different, isn't it?"

"I know him. He's a good fuck J, Might even be better than you."

"You're gonna regret saying that." I said. C'mon bud, let's go check things out."

Sky and I quickly undressed, then went to the sauna. He did his usual, shifted his torpedo shaped dick back between his legs, then laid on his stomach. He was possibly better hung than me, but a complete bottom.

I sat, and draped his legs over mine. From this position, I could caress his legs, ass, and dick at will. One time Sky confided in me that he was more intimate with me, than he had been with any man, with one exception. Knowing Kyle's story, I knew the exception.

Sky was my workout buddy who wanted more than motivation. I don't know if my body or my maturity, made me the exception to his desire for older men, but I didn't try to look for an answer, I just lazily caressed the legs, dick and ass of my favorite fuck buddy.

Then a guy came into the sauna. He was in his early sixties' but strutted like a forty-year-old. The silver fur on his chest, matched the full beard on his handsome face. He took one look at us, stopped, and dropped his towel.

"Look at that heap of handsome masculinity! Are the two of you a couple?"

I continued to stroke up Sky's thighs. "No, just buddies, fuck buddies to be exact."

With an ass like that, I don't blame you." He took two steps, and stood in front of Sky. "Will he mind?"

"Ask him. He doesn't talk much when he's here, but it's his ass."

"Do you mind?"

Sky reached back, and took a hold of the man's thick dick. "I'll take that as an, I don't mind" the man said, and started to massage Sky's butt.

The Man looked towards me. "Butts like this one, make me happy I am gay." He swept his thick fingers down Sky's crack, plunging his middle finger into Sky's sweaty hole. "You are one lucky fuck buddy. That is a great ass." He reached down further. "Quite a boner on him too."

"Yeah, but don't expect him to use it on you. God knows I've tried."

"Sworn bottom huh?" The man's bushy eyebrows accented his questioning look.

"You wouldn't believe the story if I told it."

The man's warm chuckle caused me to laugh. "I have a few of those stories too. When you've been around the block as often as me, you see a lot in this gay life."

"Oh, I believe it. I've got a lot of stories for someone my age."

"Mind if I join you? My name's Lowell."

His voice and smile were exceedingly warm, how could I deny him. I patted the bench next to me. "I'm J – and well – he rarely gives out his name, until you know him. So don't bet on learning it today."

Lowell's thighs were against mine immediately. "So, tell me, is your name J-A-Y, or just J?"

"Just J. It's a family thing."

Lowell put his thick hand on my thigh. "So, what name are you running away from? Julius? Jerald? You can tell me."

"Just J. Following in my Dad's footsteps, I guess."

I felt Lowell's hand come closer to my goods. I really wasn't complaining, he was extremely masculine with his barrel chest, and furry body. While his left hand was reaching for my junk, his right hand was alternately squeezing his balls and stroking his dick. My own cock fleshed out quickly as his grew to a steel hard, six inches.

"From the looks of it, if you follow in his footsteps, your Dad must be well hung." I could feel Lowell's breath on my ears. He had my eight-inch dick in one hand, and his six-inch one in another. "Think we could convince your friend there to join us in a private room?"

"It's pretty much a sure bet."

"Does he like being bred?"

"If you are safe."

"I just had my yearly plumbing check-up, and I am good to go."

Lowell closed the gap. "Does he like his ass eaten?"

"Like a buffet. Watch."

I leaned over and pulled Sky's cheeks aside. I ran my tongue down his crack, then nestled my nose near his hole. I inhaled deeply. "Oh god, eat me" Skyler groaned.

"He does speak." Lowell was leaning his chest on my back, wanting to get a better vantage point. I had to laugh, even though my tongue was busy licking away between Sky's taint and his hole. I loved to feast on my workout partner. In fact, that is the first thing we ever did together.

I first met Sky at the gym in the industrial section of West End. I detected a pattern to his work-out schedule, so I made sure I was there when he was. Two things initially attracted me to Skyler. I kept noticing the bulge that his gym shorts couldn't hide. I also noticed the glasses that made him look like a younger version of my Dad. We started talking, got on first name basis, and soon we were dedicated work-out partners.

Sometimes our routines had us in positions that were uncomfortably close. I would think that maybe he was coming on to me, then I reminded myself of the wedding band he wore. One gym visit left me so horny, I ran to the Sauna. There was no one of my liking so I decided to sweat it out.

I was sitting on the top tier, lost in the fog, when Skyler walked in. "You too huh?" he said, then went to the corner, laid out a towel, and laid on his stomach. He lifted his ass, and pushed his torpedo shaped dick back towards me. "Have at it J" I heard him say.

I started by getting between his legs, and feasting on that dick. When that barely elicited a response, I licked higher to his taint, and ass. "Oh – fuck – yeah," he said. I had eaten that ass at least a half dozen times in the last eight months. But I still remember that first night, I knew he was a slave to that hole, and my tongue.

The feeling of Lowell's rigid dick rubbing against my butt, brought me back to the present day. "You're gonna get him over-heated buddy. We should shower, and find a room."

I took my face out of Sky's ass. "He's clean buddy. Never expect him to shower here."

I stood, and slapped Sky's butt. "C'mon, let's get our room."

"My turn when we get there." Lowell said.

Sky barely draped his towel around his waist. He let it fall lower, showing off that furry ass. It was the one area where he outshone Dad. The way Kyle describes it, Sky's ass is just as perfect as it was, when he first fucked him over 17 years ago. I worked damn hard trying to sculpt mine, and it wasn't near his.

I entered first, and sat on the bed, my legs splayed out. "Lay down here bud," I said, not wanting to reveal Sky's name. Sky laid down between my legs, his back against my gut, and his ass near the edge of the bed. He then pulled his legs back, and nodded to me. "You're up Lowell. Have at it," I said.

Lowell got on his haunches, and started to chow down. My mom would probably complain that Lowell was a noisy eater. My Dad would have slapped his back, encouragingly. I just held my friend intimately, while Lowell slurped away. I stroked through the full head of hair, then leaned down and caressed his gut.

I was there, holding Sky, just like my Dad held me last night. I'm not sure why, but touching Sky, was my favorite thing. Maybe because it was our thing. Many men had fucked Sky, but I was his sole, cuddler. Lowell stood and showed his curved, rigid dick to Sky. He was sure proud of that boner, not that I blamed him. Few men that age, could lay claim to such a rigid dick. Skyler answered by pulling his legs back, and lifting his ass up.

I didn't need to brace Sky as Lowell entered him. I simply embraced him. I think Lowell sensed the intimacy of our connection, and his fucking reflected that. "Are you sure you two are just Fuck Buddies, and not lovers?" He asked. "I'll say it again J. You're a lucky one. This ass is made for fucking. You guys are making an old man happy."

"I could sense that Sky was getting close. This was something I never had experienced before. He always would leave, undrained so to speak. I knew about his wife and her demands that he fuck her, when he got home. "The wife's not home J. Help me," he whispered.

"Go for it, shoot that load," I whispered. I could tell from his body language, my words were all he needed to be taken over the edge.

I realized this was something I may not see again. So, I held him as Lowell started to ratchet into him. Most of Skyler's load landed on my arm. Lowell started a throaty chuckle that morphed into a rumble as he came. He then collapsed on us, pushing Sky back towards me.

We were three sated men, all entangled together. I would have gladly spent the time cuddling with Sky, but Lowell was one of those guys who got chatty after sex. "So glad you men let me join in. I'll say it again. You two look like lovers. Maybe you should pursue it."

Sky twisted the ring on his finger. "The wife might object."

"My life's too complicated for that right now," I added.

"What could possibly be complicated in your life, young man?"

"If I told you, you wouldn't believe it. Let's just say the fact he has a wife is kid's play. I could tell you stories."

"Well, speaking of stories. "You'd never know, but three years ago, I couldn't get an erection for the life of me."

"Really? That is one of the hardest dicks I have ever seen."

"J, remember in the sauna when I was playing with my balls, and stroking my dick?"

"Yeah, that was fucking hot."

"Feel my balls, count them."

In the tangled bodies, I found his balls. I caressed them, one, two, three.

"What the fuck?"

"I have a penis pump. The third ball pumps blood from a reservoir, to my dick."

"The miracles of medicine," Sky added.

"You don't know the half of it. I got the surgery done, and was cleared for sex, and other strenuous activities. So, two summers ago, I was out hiking the trail, when I felt something give. I looked down and my shorts were drenched in blood."

"Oh fuck."

"Oh fuck is right J. I got on my cell phone and they had to chopper me into the hospital. I lost so much blood, I barely made it in time. The surgeons fixed it, checking it again in March of last year. So when I told you about my yearly plumbing check-up, I am talking about the plumbing. I had them throw in the HIV test, and I got my results back yesterday. Made the trip up to the sauna today, hoping to celebrate. Glad you two lovers looked kindly on an old man."

"We only saw a masculine man." Sky was never talkative, but I sensed more was coming. "I only give this ass up to Men."

"Listen bud, I know what you're saying. I'm versatile, because turnabout is fair play. But I like it when I real man owns my ass. How about you J?"

"I've only been fucked once. Someone important told me losing my virginity was a special event that required the right man."

"Did the right man fuck you J?" Sky asked.

"If you are asking, I would have to assume the answer is no." Lowell said.

"Right now, I am not sure if I am counting what happened as my first time. It was a great fuck, I can't deny it, but, there was something about it that wasn't right."

"Are you going to claim virginity amnesia when you find the right guy?"

I had to smile, knowing what Lowell was getting at. Sky was so close to being the right guy. I needed someone I could be as intimate with, as I was with Sky. But I needed someone without the baggage.

Lowell slapped my ass. "Listen, I'll extricate myself while you two lovebirds cuddle. I have the bike, so I want to be in the Cities before it is too dark out. If you get smacked by a deer while on your bike, you're a goner."

"We'll probably be joining you. I want to get back to my home, and I'll need to catch a cab."

"I can drop you off J. It will give us time to shower."

I was racking up "achievement unlocked" after "achievement unlocked" with Skyler. This was the first time he had cum at the Sauna, and the first time he was showering at the Sauna. I wondered if there was more down the line.

I found out in the shower when Sky yanked me into his arms for a kiss. I felt the intimacy that I saw from Dad and Kurt last night. Again, I wondered if more was on the horizon. I got my answer when he stopped. "I do love you J. There just can't be an "Us." I love my wife more."

We toweled, and got to the locker room as Lowell was ready to leave. He was in full leather, including a leather handkerchief on his shaved head. On some, it would have looked like drag. On Lowell, it was his second skin. I reached into the locker and grabbed my phone. I unlocked the screen, then asked him. "What's your number? Maybe we can hook up the next time you're up."

I typed it in, and then texted him:

"J Wilson"

"J Wilson? Like in J Wilson construction? I've met your Dad. I got one of your homes."

"Small world, isn't it?"

"Does your Dad know?" He asked.

"He knows almost everything. We shoot for 95%. He'll Be Happy with 80%."

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