Date: Thu, 17 Oct 2019 15:21:20 +0000 (UTC)
From: Fritz <fritz819@yahoo.com>
Subject: Raising Boys  15

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RAISING BOYS

15

I awoke when my alarm went off at six.  I heard Jack in the shower and
found a baby boy in bed beside me.  I was lying on my back and he had
snuggled up under my left arm.  He started giggling and I asked what he
found so funny this early in the morning.  He said, "Looks like my daddy
needs to pee. "  He took his little hand and touched my sheet-covered
erection, laughing out loud.  I laughed with him.

 "It does look like daddy needs to pee! "  I said.  I jumped up from the
bed, heading to the bathroom with my full blown erection leading the way,
closely followed by my younger son.  As I stood there trying to pee with an
erection, Landry peeked into the shower, greeting Jack.

 "Good morning, little man, he said. "

Landry asked Jack if he could shower with him.  Jack advised the boy to ask
his dad.

Overhearing the conversation, I said, "It 's fine with me if it 's okay
with Jack. "

I heard my son giggle happily and looked over as Jack lifted him up in his
arms putting him under the warm water.

I finally got my cock relaxed enough for my morning pee.  It was still
tumescent and I couldn 't believe I could still be horny after the night I
had enjoyed with that young, handsome boy who was now showering with my
son.  I stepped over, asking them if I could join the party.  Both welcomed
me so I stepped into the shower with Jack and Landry and began to soap my
body.  Landry was standing between the two of us and I could tell he was
puzzled about something.  I asked him if he had a question for me or Jack.

Landry nodded, asking, "Why does yours look different from Jack 's, dad? "

It was obvious he was referring to our crotches as he was looking back and
forth from Jack 's dick to my own.

 "Well, there are a couple of things, son.  First is that Jack shaves all
the hair off his because it helps him swim faster.  A lot of swimmers do
that because they want to win races and that helps them be fast.  I leave
the hair on mine because I don 't have to swim fast.  The other thing is
that he had a doctor like Dr. Goldman do a procedure on him when he was
young that took a little bit of skin off the tip of his willy. "  I held my
own and demonstrated how I could pull my foreskin down to cover my cockhead
or pull it back to expose it.

 "You and your brother have penises like mine, son. "  I reached down and
took his little cocklet into my hand.  I demonstrated how his foreskin slid
back easily, exposing his tiny pink cockhead.  He giggled as I did so.
When we pull our skin back, like we do to wash ourselves, you can 't see
much difference, can you? "

 "I see a difference because y 'all have bigger ones than I do. " he said.
Jack and I laughed and it relieved any tension Jack and I had felt during
the conversation.  Jack picked my boy up and hugged him, saying, "Just give
it time, kiddo.  You may end up with the biggest willy of all!  You 'll
learn that the size of your willy really doesn 't matter as long as it
works, boy! "  We all laughed as Jack put Landry in my arms, saying he was
done with his shower.  He suggested we finish ours while he headed
downstairs to get started on breakfast.

I dressed in a dark blue Polo and khakis and laid out the same for Landry.
The boys would usually wear shorts to school, but Ren had suggested they
wear long pants on the first day as he thought it might make a better
impression.  I didn 't know where he had heard that, but I thought he was a
pretty wise kid.  Ren came down for breakfast in his khaki slacks and a
light blue Polo which exactly matched his eyes.

 "Wow, buddy! " you look sharp, " Jack said as he gave my older son a hug.

 "I agree, "I said.  "If there 's a better looking boy in the eighth grade,
I want to see him. "  Ren blushed and sat down to enjoy his breakfast.  I
sat beside him as Jack brought me a cup of coffee.

 "Thanks, guy, " I said.  You didn 't have to fix our breakfast.  But we do
appreciate it. "

 "Glad to do it.  rJust don 't expect it every morning.  I have school
starting in two weeks, you know. "

I told them the plan for the day.  We would drop Landry first as his
classes started thirty minutes earlier than Ren 's.  Then after dropping
Landry, I had a busy morning planned.  I told Jack I was meeting with the
attorney handling his trust and then planned to have lunch with Gil.  Jack
and the boys asked me to say `hey ' to Gil for them and let him know we had
missed having him here this weekend.  Jack headed to the pool to do laps
while I loaded the boys into the car and, with the top down, we headed for
the first day of school.

When we got to the school, and the three of us were walking up the
sidewalk, we realized Stewart and Flynn with right in front of us.  It was
great to see Stewart with his boy 's hand in his own as they entered the
building.  "Flynn, " Landry called out.  The boy and his dad turned as
Flynn ran to greet Landry with a big hug.  Stewart had one of the biggest
smiles I had ever seen on a man 's face.  He walked up and hugged Ren and
Landry and then me.  I realized I had to focus as his wonderful scent
threatened to get me off track.

 "How are you guys? " I asked him.

 "So far so great, Rob, " he said.  It was almost as if he had a permanent
smile.  We followed our babies to their classroom where we met their
teacher, Miss Anderson.  She was a delightful woman, probably in her late
fifties.  She had a very sweet smile and a lovely, musical voice.  We
introduced ourselves and she said how happy she was to meet a couple of
dads on the first day of school.  She said she looked forward to having our
boys in her class, then she went about readying to begin her lessons.

We turned to head back to the car.  Stewart took my arm and said, "I can 't
wait to talk to you, Rob. "

I suggested he hop in my car and accompany me to drop off Ren, and then we
could hit Starbucks for a cuppa.  He thought that a great plan.  We loaded
back into the car and I drove the three blocks to Ren 's school.  The three
of us walked into the middle school.  As we headed to classroom designated
s Ren 's homeroom, a kid with light blonde hair walked up and greeted Ren.
"Hey, Ren, " the boy said.  Ren turned and, recognizing him, they exchanged
a hug.  Ren introduced me and Stewart to his friend, Gregory.  Ren
explained they had several classes together the previous year and would be
in the same homeroom.  He seemed to be a nice kid and I was relieved I
wouldn 't be leaving my older son completely alone in this place.  Gregory
explained his mom had dropped him off in front of the school as she was
running late for work.  We followed the boys and introduced ourselves to
their homeroom teacher, Mr. Bishop.  He was a rather rotund gentleman in
his mid-forties and seemed to be a friendly guy.  I hugged my boy and
Stewart and I left the school.

Even though I was with my friend, I felt a strange pang of loneliness,
knowing I wouldn 't be with my boys.  Stewart asked me if everything was
okay.

I said, "Stew, I 'm not sure.  I 've been with my boys almost constantly
since their mom died.  I am just realizing how dependent on them I 've
become.  I can hardly imagine getting through a day without having them
with me. "

 "Rob, " he said, embracing me, you 've become a real father.  I just hope
Flynn and I can have something close to what you 've established with your
boys.  Come on, demon dad, I need some caffeine! "

We laughed as we got into the car and headed for the nearest Starbucks.

When we arrived, I could tell Stewart was excited to share with me.  We got
out drinks and took a quiet table in the rear of the busy coffee shop.

 "So tell me what 's going on since I saw you guys last night, " I said.

 "Rob, it 's almost like a dam has broken, not just with Flynnie but inside
me, " he began.  After we left the guest house, I realized I had to get rid
of the barriers I had put up before Flynn could feel comfortable enough to
let his own barriers down.  I think you saw him holding my hand as we left
your house.  When I put him in the car, he let me buckle him in.  Always
before, he had moved quickly to do that for himself.  When I bent down to
buckle my boy in, he held my face in both his hands.  He put his face up
against mine and just held us there together, not saying a word.  He
finally released me, giving me a kiss on the cheek.  When I stood and
looked down at my boy, he was smiling.  He was smiling at me, Rob.  I 've
been waiting for that smile for a year and finally I got to see my
beautiful boy smile. It was all I could do to get us home safely.

When we got home, I unbuckled his seat belt and waited for him to get out
of the car.  He just sat there, waiting until I leaned in and he came into
my arms.  I carried him into the house and almost headed for his bedroom,
but I remembered what you had told me.  I took the boy into my bedroom.  I
sat him on my bed and I sat beside down him. "

 "Flynn, would you like a bath or a shower tonight, " I asked him.  He didn
't answer so I asked him if he might like a nice warm bath if I would help
him.  He smiled and nodded yes.  I picked him up and took him into my
bathroom.  When I picked him up from the bed, he laid his sweet head on my
chest and put his arms around my neck.  Rob, he had never done that before
and I was almost in tears as we started to draw a warm bath in the tub.  I
realized I had never used the large garden tub, as I always shower.  I
turned on the jets to the lowest speed and added a bit of shampoo to create
some bubbles.  We stood there for a moment watching the tub fill with
gently swirling water and bubbles.  Neither of us seemed quite sure how to
proceed.  Then he raised his arms into the air and stood looking at me.  I
finally realized that was my cue to pull his little shirt over his head.
He stood there silently in just his pants and socks, watching me. .  I
could feel myself tensing up so I asked him if he wanted to take his pants
off or if he wanted me to do it.  He just said, "You please. "

I unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down his little smooth brown legs.
I had him lift each little foot as I removed his socks.  I don 't quite
understand why, but my hands were shaking as I removed his little white
briefs.  My boy was standing in front of me naked and waiting for me to
lift him up and put him in the tub.  I took him in my arms and just held
him for a minute before I lowered his body slowly into the warm water.  He
was cooing gently as he felt the warmth of the water and the bubbles on his
body.  I got a washcloth and applied soap and began to wash his little
body.  First I washed his arms.  Then I lifted his arms gently as I washed
under his arms.  He giggled, saying that tickled, so I reached down and
gave him a kiss right on the mouth.  He didn 't pull away.  He didn 't
flinch.  He gave me a smile.  A dazzling smile.  I soaped his little body
and he smiled and giggled.  I stood him up in the tub and took my washcloth
to his little cock.  I gently pulled back his foreskin and soaped him up.
He just giggled and smiled at me as we cleaned his little willy.  As I
started to turn him with his back to me, a look of fear crossed his face.
I think that he remembered having his little bottom burned.

I pulled him to me and hugged him.  I quietly told him not to worry.  I
assured him I would never hurt him and I would never let anyone else hurt
him.  I put him down and he turned his back.  I think he was still afraid
until he felt my hands softly soaping his little butt; I took the soapy
cloth and washed his little hole very briefly.  I know he was anxious about
that, but we made it.  He again turned to me and gave me a hug.  I lifted
my boy out of the tub and wrapped him in a big, dry towel.  I told him I
thought I might be wetter than he was and I didn 't even have a bath.  He
thought that was funny and giggled as I took him back into the bedroom and
put him down beside my bed.  He was quiet so I took his hands in mine.
"Flynnie, " would you like to sleep with me tonight? " I asked him.  He
smiled and nodded that he would.  I turned down the covers and laid him in
my bed.  As I began to undress, I felt his little eyes watching me.  I
wondered if indeed I was doing the right thing as I took off my shirt, then
my undershirt.  As I unbuckled my belt and took off my pants.  His eyes
didn 't move from me.  I considered keeping my briefs on but then I
remembered your words and slid them off too.  He watched me every second
and I really felt afraid all this attention might cause an erection.  I
remembered your words and tried to relax as I slid my naked body into bed
beside my little boy.  He immediately scooted as close to me as I could
get.  I lay on my back with him on his side under my left arm.  He let his
hand wonder through my chest hair, seemingly fascinated with the feel of
that.  I felt my body relax, knowing something special had happened.  I
felt his breathing slow and I looked over to see my boy sleeping soundly as
I held him in my arms.  Within minutes, I joined him. "

Stewart had gotten teary several times as he related the events of last
evening.  But as he finished, his eyes were dry and clear, his smile
dazzling.  He was as happy a man as I had ever seen.

 "This morning he was still sleeping so I decided to shower before wakening
him.  I went in and started showering.  I had just lathered my hair when I
turned and saw him standing just outside the shower watching me.  He had a
beautiful little boy smile.  I looked down at him and his little peenie was
hard so I assumed he needed to pee.  I picked my naked boy up.  I gently
held his little peenie and told him to let it go. "

He looked at me questioningly and said, "Like Landry did? "

I smiled and nodded as he began to piss right there in the shower.  I aimed
it toward me and let it wash over my body as we had a wonderful laugh
together.  When he finished peeing, I soaped us both and rinsed us off.  We
got out of the shower together and I dried him off.  I carried him back
into the bedroom and threw him on to my bed.  He laughed and I told him to
sit while I got dressed.  I have a strange confession to make, my friend.
I really didn 't want to get dressed.  I enjoyed having my boy looking at
me naked.  I could see the admiration in his eyes for my man body and I 've
never been prouder.

 "Hell, preacher man, you 've got a body any man would be proud of!  I saw
you yesterday in Jack 's Speedo. "

 "I hope you weren 't looking too closely, " he said, his face red as fire.

 "Stewart, you 've got a great body.  I 'll never be embarrassed to say I
notice things like that, " I explained.  "You could use a little sunshine
on that body, but you 're a very sexy guy – especially for a preacher. "

 "And you, Robbie Ross, are a champion bullshitter!  You know, Rob, you 're
a bad influence on me.  I just hope you don 't ever stop. "

 "By the way, how did your marathon meeting of yesterday turn out, Stewart?
" I asked him.  "With everything else going on, I forgot to ask you. "

 "It was undoubtedly one of the worst meetings I 've ever had to attend.  I
was so thankful my son was with you instead of there watching a couple of
adults act like horses ' asses. "

 "Oh, man, that sounds bad.  What in the world? " I asked him?

The bottom line is that we have two members who want to eliminate our bus
program.  I don 't know if you 're aware but we have three church buses
which run routes on Sunday picking up people who need transportation to
church.  We run two buses for the early service and one for the later,
traditional service.  One of the members wants to eliminate the two buses
for early service and keep only the bus for traditional service. "

 "I don 't understand, Stewart, " I said.

 "The problem, " he explained, "is that the two buses for the early service
pick up predominantly black folks, Hispanic folks and younger folks who
want to attend the contemporary service.  Most of those who ride the buses
are younger, many of whom have limited means.  They wouldn 't be in church
at all if we didn 't provide this transportation to our service. "

 "So you have a member who wants to eliminate that?  I noticed there are
not many African-Americans attending traditional worship " I said.

 "Right, " he said, nodding.  "We have five or six families who usually
attend traditional worship.  There 's no real objection to their attending.
It 's the younger folks who attend early service he wants to get rid of.
He says they 're a bunch of free loaders who never pay their fair share.
He said they 're all a bunch of free-loaders who want to get something for
nothing and we should let them go somewhere else.  IN the meeting
yesterday, he got really riled up when I pushed back against him and he
actually said, and I swear to you this happened, Rob – he said, `they
want to take over and turn us into a nigger church. ' "

 "Unbelievable that someone would actually say that.  Fifty years ago,
maybe, but not today, surely? "

 "I swear to you this happened yesterday.  I realized we were completely
off the tracks.  I had been standing but I calmly sat down.  In a totally
calm voice I suggested he leave the meeting immediately.  He tried to argue
but I simply stated that not another word would be said until he left the
building.  He was spoiling for a fight, but some of the other members
talked him into leaving.  He continued to spew his racist bullshit as he
left the building. "

 "What in the name of God did you do then, Stewart? " I asked.

 "I looked around the table and asked if anyone else in the group felt the
way he felt.  They were all shaking their heads but no one made eye contact
with me.  I calmly said to them that if they didn 't push back against
this, they didn 't deserve to call themselves Christians.  I made it very
clear that they could take action to have him removed from the committee
before next Sunday or they could expect my resignation. "

 "Holy fuck, man, " I said.  I knew you looked beat when you got to my
house but I had no idea you had been through that kind of ordeal.

 "The guy is a jerk and a nasty racist.  The congregation would be better
off if he would just take his toxicity somewhere else.  I have no intention
of staying in a church which permits that kind of attitude. "

 "I 've been wondering how a pastor as young as you could have landed in
such a cherry position anyway, " I said.  "At the risk of seeming
disrespectful I was wondering if you found the right bishop 's dick to suck
or if you got there on talent.  After I heard you yesterday, I was
definitely leaning toward the latter. "

 "You really are the atrocious asshole your mother-in-law told me you were,
" he laughed.  "I can 't believe I ever attempted to defend your demonic
ass.  Actually it was a combination of both, although I never really had to
literally suck a dick, as you so crudely put it.  I was doing a summer
session up in North Carolina before my last year of Div School.  I had a
professor who was one of the big dogs in the denomination.  We had beers
together several times and he seemed to develop a real affection for me.  I
had heard that, while he was a very married man, he had an eye for the
boys.  I will admit – but only to you – that I may have done a little
flirting with him.  I don 't know how I would have reacted if he seriously
hit on me.  That never happened although we did kiss a couple of times
after having a few too many brews.  It was the first time I 'd ever kissed
a man and I wasn 't repulsed or eager to go further.  Anyway, three years
after I finished div. school, I was serving in a Podunk church outside of
Birmingham when he was named Bishop for our conference.  He didn 't like
most of the people here as he considers them a bunch of conservative
assholes.  There were a lot of raised eyebrows when he jumped me over a
number of pastors with years more experience for this appointment.  He
confided one afternoon, after he sent me here, that he had done so to
punish them.  The congregation had gotten a rather unsavory reputation as a
bunch of conservative jerks and he decided to punish them by sending a
young liberal into their midst. "

 "Ah, now I hear the truth, " I laughed.  "You 've been there a couple of
years now.  Why haven 't they run you off yet? "

 "Well, " he said, " I 'm giving them the truth.  I believe that love -
genuine love - triumphs.  That, in a nutshell is what I believe.  There
were early attempts to get rid of me, but our numbers have grown and our
giving, when compared to other congregations is off the charts.  Most
protestant congregations are running deficits, many of them huge deficits.
We have been running in the black for a year and a half now and are well on
the way to paying off a building note ten years earlier than expected.  We
have attracted people who haven 't attended church in years.  I harbor no
delusions that it is about me.  It is about the message we bring.  Love
changes everything.  I believe that and in the last twenty-four hours I
have lived it.  Before then it was words – nice words – but words
nonetheless.  Now I 've seen it in action, Robbie Ross! "

I couldn 't help giving him a hug right there at our table in Starbucks.
After confirming he would be bringing Flynn to the birthday party and
staying to help out, we both left smiling.  He had a lunch meeting at the
church and I was going to meet my friend, Gil for lunch after I completed a
couple of errands. .  I had secretly hoped to make a quick run for a
quickie with Jack at the guest house if he was available and in the mood,
but as I 've always heard, "in this life things do not always go according
to plan. "  Truth.

I had schedule a meeting with the attorney handling Jack 's trusts as well
as those of my sons.  I was a couple of minutes late, but Tom was just
finishing up with a client when I arrived.  His receptionist took me into
his office and he greeted me warmly.

 "Hey, guy, " I said.  Just wanted to get a quick update on the finances
for Jack and the boys.  I wanted to see if things are good or if we need to
make any changes.  He looked at the trusts I had established for the boys.
He pointed out that both were doing really well and he didn 't recommend
any changes in those.  He then pulled the file on Jack and said everything
looked good.  He said the house was still on the market, but high end
houses took some time in this area.  I asked if we should consider lowering
the price.  The house had apprised for a shade under $600.000.00 and the
realtor had it on the market at $580, 000, and 00.  He picked up the phone,
reaching the realtor immediately.  He spoke briefly and then hung up saying
the realtor had a couple of decent prospects and didn 't recommend lowering
at this time unless the boy needed the money.  I told him there was
absolutely no rush and that all of Jack 's needs were being met.  I told
him that I was paying Jack a salary as well as all school expenses.  I also
reminded him I didn 't want Jack to know that.  He understood and said that
we might need to look at possibly selling the Slovenian property.  He
highly recommended keeping the condo in Florida as those prices continued
to skyrocket.  The condo stayed rented but he advised that I might want to
tell Jack that it was available for his use anytime with a three week
notice.  I agreed to discuss these matters with Jack and get back to him.
I thanked him and said good-bye.  We exchanged a warm handshake.  I checked
my watch to see if there was any way I had time to run by the guest house
but that just wasn 't possible as I only had forty minutes until time to
meet Gil.

I was really missing being with my boys.  I would never have suspected how
much I would miss them.  I had gotten used to having them with me all the
time and this was going to take some getting used to.  I decided to call
Jack just to check in.  He answered immediately.  He said he had finished
his laps and had done some reading to get ahead on a British Lit class he
would be taking this semester.  I told him I was really missing him and my
boys.  He said it really did seem lonely there and things were awfully
quiet.  I invited him to join Gil and me for lunch.  At first he declined,
saying he didn 't want to intrude, but I convinced him Gil would love
nothing better than for him to join us.  He agreed and said he would head
right over.  Just hearing his voice made me feel better.

I realized I was going to have to learn to entertain myself.  For all my
life, I had been busy.  In school it was always sports.  In college, I
always took studies seriously with frat activities taking up any spare
time.  Then as an adult, I had married immediately and started out
teaching, coaching and building a business.  When I left teaching, I was
traveling constantly.  There would be periods where I wouldn 't even get
home for three weeks at a time.  I had never taken any vacation time.
Since Marcie died, I had spent every waking minute with my boys.  I realize
Robbie Ross was going to have to learn to amuse himself.

Gil and I arrived at the same time.  We hugged.  I realized how much I had
missed my friend although it had only been a couple of days since I had
seen him.  I was telling Gil that Jack would be joining us when the boy
walked up.  Gil had seemed glad to see me, but his eyes really brightened
when he saw Jack walking in.  They exchanged a nice, long hug.  Jack looked
great, his ginger hair combed neatly and wearing a pair of red and blue
plaid shorts with a blue Polo.  He always looked good but, for some reason
he looked more handsome today than ever.  We were taken to our table and
the server came to take our drink orders.  Gil and I each ordered dry vodka
martinis and Jack ordered unsweetened tea.

 "Unsweetened tea? "  Gil asked.  "You trying to shed some of those extra
pounds? "

I laughed because I knew this boy didn 't have an extra ounce, much less
and extra pound anywhere on his smooth body.  I had been feeling horny
since he walked in the restaurant, looking so handsome and carrying the
faint scent of Old Spice.

 "So, Gil, are you ready to give us the news on your friend, the young
Mr. Bowers? " I asked.

 "Man, you are not going to fucking believe this, " he began.  My criminal
attorney friend called me on Friday afternoon just before I left.  He says
there is no record of the guy ever having been arrested.  There is no
record of a complaint being file and neither Bowers nor the girlfriend has
been seen.  "

 "Can that kind of thing happen now, Gil? " I asked.  "I know it used to
happen all the time but I thought we were well past all of that. "

 "Not in this state, my friend, " he said.  One party has a stranglehold on
all functions of state and there is no limit to what those in power can do.
The rumor mill has it that Judge Bowers has the goods on the current
governor over a multi-million dollar lake property development down in
Baldwin County.  It looks like the judge may have wiped out any and all
records of the incident.  The police deny any incident ever happened.

 "So does that mean if Bobby shows up at school and chooses to come back to
the frat, there is nothing we can do, " Jack asked, unbelievingly.

 "My boy, " Gil said, "that is exactly what it means.  It is as if nothing
ever happened.

 "Gil, " I said, "After all the stuff I learned about young Bowers ' path
of destruction at Southern, I have decided I am available to join you as an
alum advisor for your chapter.  I don 't want you to be the only one
responsible if that thug decides to come back.  Count me in, buddy, and I
'll be there for you and the guys! "

 "Thanks, buddy, " Gil said.  "It 's so nice when a guy knows his friends
will come through for him. "

Young Jack just sat there smiling at both of us.  He had, without my
noticing, put one of his hands on my thigh.  I looked over to see his other
hand disappeared under the table and I had a feeling it was on my buddy 's
thigh.  I wondered if young Jack was feeling as horny as I was.

Our lunch was brought to the table at that point and we began to eat.  As
we were finishing, Jack looked at Gil and said, "We really missed you being
around this weekend, Gil. "

 "You have no idea how much I missed you guys! " he responded.  "Jack, I
figured you had enough on you so I haven 't shared with you what 's going
on at my house.  You 're a big boy and I trust you so I 'd like to share,
if you don 't mind listening.

Jack furrowed his brow, but returned his hand to Gil 's thigh and said,
"Anything bothering you concerns me too, friend. "

Gil continued, saying, "As I 've shared with Rob, my wife and I have been
distant for quite a while.  We never fought and things never got physical.
We just drifted apart to the point there was no affection between us.  I
didn 't think the girls had noticed but I think the two older ones may have
begun to sense that something wasn 't quite right.  I 've now moved out of
our house into an apartment near her which is owned by the company I work
for.  It is available to executives in the company and often is used to
house guests visiting from out of town.  I 've been living there except for
those nights I stayed at Rob 's. "  I think we all blushed ever so slightly
as he continued.

 "My wife gave me an ultimatum of sorts last week when she told me that if
we were to stay married I should get my ass back home.  So I went to dinner
at home with her and the girls last Saturday evening to see how things
might work.  Well, dinner went really well.  Everyone seemed comfortable
and I was feeling a bit hopeful.  After dinner we played games for a couple
of hours and I went in to tuck each of the girls in bed, the way I always
have.  It was when I went into our bedroom that things changed.  My wife
was sitting in bed in her nightgown.  It was almost like she was a
different person that she had been earlier.  She advised me that she had
moved all of my things into the bedroom in the basement.  She said I would
be living there on a permanent basis and that she had no intention of us
ever having sex again.  She said she was done with that and I could stay
but it would be on her terms.  She said all of this without any emotion at
all.  She was just laying out the facts.  Anytime I tried to reason with
her I was told to shut up.  She said that any intimacy between us was done
with. "

He turned to Jack and said, "I 've already shared with Rob that we hadn 't
had sex at all since our youngest daughter was born four years ago.  I
thought eventually things would change and maybe she would warm to me again
but it seems now that was never in her plan at all. "

Jack started to stroke Gil 's arm and I was afraid he would start sobbing,
but he continued in a steady voice.  "I would love to keep my family
together.  I really love my daughters.  I 'm just not at all sure I can
live in a marriage or any relationship without affection.  That is very
important to me.  It always has been from the time I started playing around
with my baseball buddies, then sex with Janice.  I 've always enjoyed sex.
The last four years have been a special kind of hell for me but I was
afraid to go out with other women for fear I might get caught or contract
some disease. To be honest with you guys, I 've masturbated two or three
times a day since Janice cut me off.  I haven 't had sex with anyone until
just the last couple of weeks. "  He looked at me and I knew I was
blushing.  I checked my watch and saw that I only had an hour and a half
before time for me to be at school to pick up my boys.  I looked at Gil and
asked if his apartment was available.

 "Right now? " he asked.

 "Yes, right now, " I replied.

 "Yes, " he said.  I looked at Jack and Gil.  Both nodded. I quickly paid
our bill and we left the restaurant hurriedly.  We all knew where we were
going.

We walked the two blocks to the low-rise apartment.  It was an old building
which had been completely redone twelve years earlier and converted to
condos.  I had never been in the building and found it pretty impressive.
When we walked in, Jack excused himself, saying he was about to burst if he
didn 't pee.  Gil pointed him to the bathroom and I pulled Gil aside.

 "Would you rather I leave, Buddy?  I won 't mind at all.  I know you 've
been wanting that boy for a while and I 'll be happy to leave you two
alone. "

 "Don 't think about it, " he said.  "I 've been beating off fantasizing
about having the two of you in bed for days. "  He pulled me in and gave me
a deep kiss, feeding me his tongue, just as Jack walked out of the
bathroom.  He just smiled at us.  I could see the tent in his khakis.  I
felt he was wanting this as much as we were.  Clothes started flying
everywhere.

When we were all down to our underwear, I think Gil and I were feeling just
a bit shy.  We looked at each other, both of us feeling hesitant to
completely bare our bodies.  Jack walked over and put his arms around us.
He kissed Gil, and then he kissed me.

 "I 've been thinking about having both of you daddies, " he said.  "I hope
you know how much I love both of you and this really has been a fantasy of
mine.  He began to rub our crotches, our underwear-covered cocks getting
harder by the second.  Then he stepped back putting Gil and me face to
face, chest to chest, and crotch to crotch.

 "I 'd like to see you kiss, please, " he asked in a soft, sexy voice.

Gil took my face in both his hands and kissed me deeply.  Our tongues
battled as Jack went to his knees, still stroking both our hard daddy
cocks.  He began to pull our underwear down, starting in the back and
exposing both our bare buts.  He stroked our buttocks as he continued to
talk to us in his quiet voice.  "You are making me so hard, " he said as he
continued to stroke our buttocks.  Then he moved his hands and suddenly
pulled both our underwear down to our knees, exposing our hard cocks.  Gil
's cock was hard, his generous foreskin still covering the head.  I was
rock-hard and my foreskin had retracted, exposing my dripping cockhead.
Jack reached his head in and licked the pre-cum from my cock.

 "That 's tasty, daddy, " he purred.  He then pulled back on Gil 's
foreskin, revealing his apple-sized cockhead and began to lick, wanting to
taste his pre-cum.  He then stood up, still stroking both our dicks while
he kissed one of us, then the other.  He was kissing both of us and kissing
our necks and ears and faces, as he began to stroke both out dicks just a
little faster.  He suddenly stopped and walked over to Gil 's bed.  He
looked at me and asked, "where do you want me, daddy? "

I realized he was in his submissive mode, the way he had been the last
night when we were together.

I quietly said, "Little soldier, I want you to stand facing my friend and
feed him your tongue. "

 "Yes, sir, " he said.

He stepped up to Gil and took his head in both his hands and kissed him
deeply and passionately.  It was obvious just how hungry Gil had been for
this moment.  I watched his dick twitching and was afraid he might start
shooting.  I tried to slow things just a bit.

I touched his shoulder and broke their kiss.  I instructed the boy to lie
down on the bed on his back.

 "Yes, sir, " he said quietly as he followed my instruction

I nodded to Jack and each of us began at his ankles, stroking and kissing
our way very slowly up his leg, touching every inch of his smooth, exposed
skin.  We used out tongues to soak ever inch as we moved up, occasionally
leaning over to exchange a quick kiss as we pleased out boy.  Jack was
whimpering as we teased his skin and began to stroke and lick his knees.
We moved our hands and our faces to his smooth thighs, each of us lifting a
leg and licking and sucking and kissing the backs of his legs as well as
the front.  We move to his lower abdomen without ever touching his cock,
which was now twitching and flowing pre-cum.  It was hard for Jack not to
stop and taste that nectar, but I was proud that he was able to resist.

 "Are you feeling good, my little soldier? " I asked.

 "Yes sir, " the boy gasped.

His breathing was really getting rapid as we each latched onto a nipple at
the same time and started sucking like cats at their mother 's tits.  He
was moaning, getting a bit loud as we held his arms down and just sucked on
his tits.  We would very lightly bite and then lick and then start sucking
again.  I reached a hand down and started fucking his navel with my index
finger.  Then I reached up and put my index finger into his mouth.  He
sucked it and got it absolutely slick and wet.  We both continued working
on his sensitive nipples as I drug my hand down his abdomen and lower,
totally avoiding his twitching cock and stroked his balls with my wet hand.
He was bucking wildly, trying to find something to get some friction
against his cock.  I let go of his ballsack and spread his legs.  He opened
them willingly like a cheap whore.  He was trying desperately to find some
way to rub his needy cock against something as I took my wet finger and
started stroking his hole.  The boy went absolutely wild.  He was bucking
and twisting wildly trying to rub against my body or Gil 's body or
anything to find something to rub his cock against.  I knew he was close as
I made circles with my finger around his smooth, hot hole, and then
inserted my slick, wet index finger as far as it would go into his hole.
As my finger touched his little p-spot, I felt the gland harden and without
either of us touching his hard cock, he began to spurt out his thick, white
boycream onto his smooth, hard tummy.  I continued to fingerfuck the hot
boy as he spurt a load any boy or man would be proud of.  I saw Gil leave
his nipple and begin to go for his cream so, keeping my finger against his
now-softening gland, I joined him as we licked up every drop of the boy 's
sweet cream.  I think Jack might have briefly lost consciousness when he
came but he was gradually slowing his breathing.  The boy looked totally
fucked out.  I withdrew my finger from his hole.  He moaned and whimpered
as if he didn 't want it moved.  I took Gil 's index finger and guided his
hand to Jack 's hole, moving his finger around the wet-smooth hotness.
`You want my buddy 's finger, boy, " I asked him softly. "

 "Yes, sir, please sir, ' he purred.

Gil pushed his index finger into the boy 's hot hole and Jack just
whimpered.  As he fingered the boy. I leaned across Jack 's tummy and
started sucking Gil 's thick hard dick.  He continued to finger the kid 's
hot boypuss as I took my friend 's thick cock into my mouth, giving it all
the suction I was capable of.  I felt Jack 's hand on my hard dick as he
stroked me, getting me closer and closer.  I came first, as I continued to
suck on Gil 's meat.  I unloaded my cream all over Jack 's tummy and just
as I finished, Gil pulled his meat out of my mouth.  I reached out and
stroked him as he came, adding his load to mine on the boy 's flat tummy.
I could see that his finger was still in Jack 's hole.  He started to
remove it but Jack grabbed his hand, not wanting to let it go.  He
continued to just hold his finger still in the boy 's hole as he and I
licked our mixed loads from Jack 's flat tummy.  I think we cleaned every
drop from the boy 's body then Gil leaned in and kissed me.  Our breathing
was returning to normal as I moved my body up to lie beside Jack, kissing
him.  He seemed to want to suck my tongue, savoring the residue of our
shared loads.  Gil then lay on the other side of the boy and kissed him, a
nice, long, wet kiss which was beautiful to watch.  We were all totally
relaxed.  As I looked down, I could see that Gil 's finger was still in
Jack 's hole.  It didn 't look as if he ever had any intention of moving
his finger and I thought Jack would be content for him to leave it there
forever.  For a boy who had never done any buttstuff till recently, he was
certainly taking to it like a duck takes to water.

We lay there together, naked and sweaty and sated.  I felt completely at
peace, knowing my friend had fulfilled one of his fantasies, that our young
friend had been totally satisfied and I had enjoyed one of the hottest sex
scenes of my entire life.  I really wondered how life could get any better
than it was at that moment.

I leaned in and kissed them both, excusing myself to pick up my sons from
school.  I had ample time, but I knew traffic could get crazy this time of
day and I didn 't want the boys to have to wait on me.  I went in and
cleaned myself up a bit and got dressed to leave.  When I was again decent,
I walked over to the bed and kissed them both.  I told them to enjoy the
rest of the afternoon and I was sorry to leave this little party.  Both of
them thanked me for lunch and for inviting Jack to join us.  I briefly sat
down on the side of the bed and took Gil 's hand in mine.  I told my friend
that I wished him luck in making a decision on what he would do with regard
to his family and his marriage.  I assured that I would be there for him,
whatever decision he made and I would be there with him for the frat if he
still wanted me.

Jack grabbed me and pulled me to him for a last kiss.  It was a bit strange
and very hot to kiss this sexy boy knowing my friend 's finger was still
lodged deep in his hole.  As I left, Jack had climbed on top of Gil I could
see them kissing deeply as my friend 's finger continued moving furiously
in and out of that boy 's beautiful, hot hole.