Date: Tue, 8 Jun 2010 22:56:21 -0400 (EDT)
From: The Iceman <fordtbird@earthlink.net>
Subject: Love Begins at Home Prologue

LOVE BEGINS at HOME

Warning: This document contains Adult Material and is a totally fictional
story of consensual sex between a man and boys.  If it is illegal where you
live to view adult material, leave now! If you find Gay Adult material
offensive, you may also leave now. If you have not left, then it is assumed
you are either not illegal and/or not offended. So sit back and hopefully
enjoy, please understand that the characters in this story can not contract
STD's, but you can so never have sex without protection.

Written By The Iceman at: <fordtbird@earthlink.net>

Prologue:

I am a 36 year old man that is a widower that has two sons and I live an
active life but I feel like my life is not truly fulfilled.

My name is Bill (William) and my deceased wife was Margot, I was in my
senior year at the U. of I., Indianapolis campus when I met her, and my
friends warned me that she was a bit of a slut, but otherwise OK. We dated
and she was not as described and in truth was a little cold but we got
along fairly well, at the time I was holding a position as an assistant
teacher in a local private boys highschool and I taught Health Ed. At that
time I felt that I was Bi-sexual seeing that I had taken a few of the boys
that were my students to bed with me.

The boys that I had sex with knew that they were gay so I was comfortable
with having sex with them, and in truth none of them were virgins, then
again neither was I, sex and nothing more, I had fun and so did they, oral,
anal and nothing kinky and I was a top and I didn't change anything as the
boys loved to be fucked and I wanted to oblige.

At the same time Margot and I were having sex on occasional weekends that
she stayed at my apartment, a week before graduation she told me she was
pregnant, and I paid for the necessary tests and it was proved that I was
the father, and she never demanded that I marry her but being Catholic and
the old fashion type I did marry her in Ireland as we were on our post
graduation vacation.

She was never the little Susie homemaker and after she could she went back
to work for the same company that I was employed by, and was the company
presidents secretary but that was not to last long as within a month of my
1st sons 3rd birthday she announced that she was pregnant but because of
our expenses she stayed in her job until a month before my 2nd son was
born, his big brother was his protector, and at barely 4 years old he did
something that I was shocked at he could and without any problem change his
little brothers diaper, and the little one loved him for it.

Some evenings the boys and I would cuddle on the couch watching TV and they
were sitting in such a position that Mike my oldest was sitting on one
thigh and the little one was in my other arm and as far as being happy, as
babies, they were not the crying type, and the only time they would cry is
when they fell and hurt themselves.

Margot and I continued to climb the financial ladder of life, plus we split
the caring duties for our sons, and as time passed they flourished Michael
or as he preferred to be called `Mike' shot up like a weed and at 13 he was
5'10" tall and was working on developing his body and Martin at 10, or as
he preferred to be called `Marty' was working to catch up with his brother
and they both shared a small gym in the basement of the new house that we
purchased in northern Los Angeles County in a little town called Tarzana,
CA.

Margot was working up the corporate ladder of the company that we worked
for, then our world fell apart when she was on a trip to the company's
corporate HQ in New York City and while she was there she decided to visit
her sister that lived in Massapiqua, Long Island and as she was taking a
train ride to her place on the Long Island Railroad a track failed and the
train she was in went over on its side and she and 67 other passengers were
killed in a ball of fire as it collided with a full gasoline tanker car on
a siding.

The boys and I were devastated, but I pulled the family together and our
lives went on damaged, but it went on, that was almost 3 years ago. Today
we were working on a trip I had planned to Ireland to show my sons my
parents birthplace plus where their mom and I spent our honeymoon plus a
side trip to a memorial marking the place where 68 people lost their lives
on that fateful night 3 years ago.

One of the things that I have never told the boys the NTSB found the Long
Island Railroad to be at fault and it was classified as death caused by the
company negligence and the insurance company that covered the Railroad
payed almost 2 billion in payoffs to the 68 families of the dead passengers
and the money didn't help my sons but it would pay for there college
educations and the interest filled the missing income from her plus her
company insurance payed off the house, plus gave me more free time with the
boys.

It was the 1st week in July and we stayed at a nice hotel in New York City
and I took them thru Times Square and all of the trash stores on 42nd
Street then to the Luxor Baths Hotel on 47th street considering that my dad
had given me a lifetime membership to the Club at the desk I ran into the
clerk that said that the boys were too young and I was about to have a fit
about the gold membership card when the Manager came to the desk and asked
to see the card and he said that he knew my dad and that if I would be
responsible for their deportment they could go in with me the desk clerk
was miffed but the Manager approved so he kept his mouth shut.

We boarded the elevator and, exited on the 2nd sub basement at the Club
level, I stood behind them and considering that a 6' 6" black man was
dressed in street clothing, was about to enter the elevator car they froze,
for a second and as they did I gently pushed them out of the car and to the
left toward the changing room.

As we moved down the hallway I realized that nothing had changed in over 30
years since I used to come here with my dad we stopped at the towel station
and the towel boy (in fact he looked to be the same one that was here when
I came with my dad and close to 70) I smiled and Ray said "it has been a
while since I last saw you", Mike looked at me but said nothing, and Ray
said "family section for you and your sons" I smiled and said "Yes, Ray and
how is your boy" his face crinkled a little and he said "he was killed in
the First Gulf War, but thank you for remembering" he handed us three
towels with a locker key on top each towel to the boys and lastly one to me
and he said "handsome sons and the oldest looks like you did at his age".

As we walked toward the changing room Mike was looking at me and Marty was
in his own world I smiled at both of them and as we pushed the locker room
door open Mike almost came to a hard stop when he saw 3 other boys walking
around sans all clothing Marty was the one that was cool about it Mike said
"where is our changing room" I whispered in his ear so that both he and
Marty could hear `were standing in it' he was a few shades whiter and Marty
said `no way' I answered `way' I guided them to the family area and found
the father and another son of the 3 we saw earlier, I introduced my self
and said to my sons "OK guys get undressed".

Mike looked like he was about to wet his pants, but to my shock Marty was
getting with the program and in less than a minute he was naked I showed
him how he could wrap his towel around his slim waist, at the same time I
said to Mike "I think you better get started or you will be sitting alone
in this room while Marty and I have a lot of fun" Mike snapped out of his
trance and he almost beat me to being undressed and with his towel around
his waist we locked our lockers and I said "keys on your left wrists, where
your watch is normally" we walked to the pool and in the next 2 hours they
did it all and because they were excellent swimmers they had pool races
with the other boys in the pool plus a few adults tried to beat them in the
pool but they said, no contest they are exceptional, a feeling that I
totally agreed with.

We hit the steam room and the hot room and they both had a Russian scrub,
and a Turkish massage, finally a shower then we finished, and their bodies
were so clean they glowed we dressed and as we finished the Manager asked
the boys "do you feel better" they smiled from ear to ear, and I asked "can
you signal for a cab", the boys looked at me and I said "this is New York
and there are more cabs that cop cars" at about that moment there was a
beep-beep at the door and we headed back to our hotel.

As I expected they both were asleep before we reached our hotel, and it was
a very short ride, I carried Mike and the bell boy carried Marty, when we
got to the room he stayed and helped me to get them into bed, so I gave him
a $10 spot, he was shocked so I said "you earned it" he smiled and after he
departed I almost didn't make it to bed myself.

Come the morning I was up before the boys, I checked the breakfast menu,
then I went into the bedroom and took the boys, one under each arm and
carried them into the shower that I had pre-set the water temp, at that
they were awake in an instant, we all showered together and they went like
a flash and we were dressed and ready for breakfast, we walked down the
street and there was a fantastic breakfast house, with pancakes, waffles
and everything between.

As we sat and ate both of them were so hyper that all I could do was listen
and finally I said "both of you have nothing to be embarrassed about you
both have exceptional bodies and you are all boy so I hope that last night
proved that you are well built and most of the other boys were very envious
of your physique, and that included all of your equipment", at that point
they were blushing so severely I finally asked "what is wrong" Mike said
"Dad can we talk about this when we are not in a public place" I smiled and
agreed.

The day was beautiful and I contacted a car rental agency and within an
hour a small SUV was delivered to the hotel and the boys and I were on our
way to the Memorial on Long Island. What Mike was impressed with was that I
maneuvered that little SUV in New York traffic as he said `like a pro'
after he said that I said "1st I spent my youth driving in this city 2nd I
added to my driving skills in by driving in Washington DC the worst place
to drive in the US".

Within am hour we were at the memorial and as the boys stood an read the
Marble Monument I carefully using a bottle of water and a sprayer
attachment cleaned the glossy highly polished marble face until I found
Margot's name I quickly finished and stepped back and an other person at
the memorial said "I never think to bring something with me to do what you
just did" I turned smiled and shook his hand the boys were tightly holding
each other so I said "it was their mother and my wife and this is my 1st
visit since it happened" I noticed a tear in his eye and he pointed at two
names and said "my Mom and Dad" I softly held the boys and we cried.

Within an hour we were back at the hotel and I called Hertz to send a
courtesy driver over to retrieve the car we went to our rooms, the boys
stripped to their briefs and I to my boxers and I called the desk and put
in a reservation for dinner at the rooftop restaurant and a wake up call
for 1 hour before dinner and I laid down and as I relaxed I found my self
with two boy book ends and seeing that I sleep on my left side Mike spooned
up to my front and Marty was behind as I slept Mike was squirming around
against my crotch I ended up with an erection and he pushed back against it
until I had an ejaculation and realized that my cock was inside Mike's
rectum and he was moaning and enjoying me fucking him.

As I woke, he said "please don't stop, it feels so good, better than
Marty's little dink, when he fuck's me" I was mortified but at the same
time I had pumped a major load into my own sons ass hole and he loved
it. As I went soft it slipped out, and he jumped up holding his briefs at
his ass hole and he ran into the bathroom and in a minute I heard the
toilet flush and he came back in and Marty went to their bed butt naked and
in 2 minutes Mike was doing an impressive job of fucking his not so little
brother's ass big time and Marty was moaning and was saying "harder deeper
harder" and Mike was doing his best to comply.

Marty was on his back and had his feet on both sides of his head and as I
watched I started to get another erection, as I did Mike said "as soon as I
cum you should fuck him, that maybe he will sleep better tonight" at that
moment I could see that Mike was pushing a HD load deep into his brother's
colon, and I was as hard as stone so I sat up and as Mike pulled out and he
held Marty's legs in place I mounted Marty and slowly pushed my cock deep
inside him and as I did he said "Oh God this is what I have always wanted".

As I fucked Marty, Mike was finger fucking me and he was giving me a
prostate massage to end all massages in 5 minutes I was pushing another
load out of my cock deep into Marty's colon and Marty was in 7th heaven and
coming all over him self and he had spread his legs wide and was digging
his heels into my lower back and butt.


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