Date: Sun, 27 Oct 2019 13:07:10 +0000 (UTC) From: Fritz Subject: Raising Boys 20 Thanks for all your responses to this story. Comments, questions or even criticism are always welcome at fritz819@yahoo.com Please remember that Nifty needs our donations to continue to provide these wonderful stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html RAISING BOYS 20 On the way to pick up boys, I made a quick stop at Target to get a gift card. I arrived at Landry's school about ten minutes before time for class let out. Maria was there, as I had hoped. She recognized me and greeted me warmly. "Maria, it is good to see you. I understand you are taking care of Alejandro's youngest son. Stewart told me he was in the class with Flynn and Landry so I had hoped you would be here." "Yes, he is a sweet, shy little boy but he is very affectionate. I can't believe this poor man is raising three children with no mother to help him," she said. Something in her voice tipped me off that she might have some interest in this handsome father of three. My guess was that she couldn't possibly be over twenty, but something in her eyes just spoke. Or maybe I just had a dirty little mind. "Yes," I replied. Stewart seems very fond of the man and his family. Would you do me a great favor, Maria?" I asked her. "Of course, Mr. Rob," she said. "Anything for such a good friend of Pastor." I pressed the gift card into her hand. "Maria, I would like for you to give this to Alejandro, but I don't want you to divulge to him where it came from. It should buy clothes for Alejandro and all three of his boys. I understand they lost almost everything in the storm. I know how hard it is raising boys even when things are good. I can't imagine how rough it must be when a disaster like this strikes. " "Mr. Alejandro is a man with a beautiful attitude and great faith. He never loses his smile and he believes in his heart that he and his boys will be all right," she said. I was fairly certain now that this young woman wouldn't mind having Alejandro put a baby in her young womb. Who could blame her? "Will you do this for me, Maria?" I asked. "Of course I will, Mr. Rob.," she said. "And I want to thank you for helping Pastor and his boy. I have seen such changes in them both. You are a good man." She embraced me gently and at that moment, we were attacked by two excited six year-olds, both of whom jumped into my arms. I then saw a young, Hispanic boy who was just beautiful standing quietly beside Maria. I put my boys down and knelt to introduce myself. Before I could get a word out, Flynn interrupted me. "Mr. Rob, this is mine and Landry's friend, Yarro. He goes to my church and he's Landry's friend too." I reached out to offer him a handshake, but he held out his arms for a hug. I was glad to give him one and he put his little arms around my neck and held me tightly. Someone is raising a very affectionate boy here. It was obvious the kid was used to being loved. "I'm glad to meet you. I hope we will see more of you soon. I love meeting my sons' friends. " "Thank you, sir," he said in his tiny, quiet little voice. I picked up both of my charges sand we said our goodbyes. I took the boys to the Navigator and buckled them in. "Whose car is this, dad?" Landry asked. "It's our new car," I explained. "We needed a car with more room for taking my boys places." "Will the top go down?" he asked. "Not on this one, baby boy, but we'll still have the other one too," I explained. He was good with that. We got to the middle school and I pulled into the pickup line. Ren and Casper arrived shortly, both boys buckling themselves in after admiring the new ride. "I really like this car, dad! Does this mean I can have the other car soon? You know I'll be driving in a couple of years," he said excitedly. "There's plenty of time to make those decisions, kiddo," I said. I realized that my older son would be turning fourteen years old the first week of December. In that moment I felt things were just moving too fast and I wanted nothing more than to slow the world down. The boys were ravenous, as usual, when we got home so I fixed them all bowls of fruit salad with whipped cream. When they finished, the two younger ones went out to kick their soccer ball around while the two older boys sat down with their homework. I asked Casper how his penis was feeling. He said it was about the same. I suggested we run upstairs and apply the cream as we were supposed to do it three times a day. He and I went upstairs and into Ren's room. I went into my room to get the cream and when I returned, Casper was naked below the waist. He was casually stroking his soft penis without retracting his foreskin. `That feels good, doesn't it, kiddo." "Sure does, he said with a smile as he lay on his back on my son's bed. "Okay, son, you just relax and I'll take care of this," I said in my calm daddy voice as I began to rub the cream onto his foreskin. "You tell me if anything I do hurts, okay?" I said. "Yes, sir," he said in a quiet voice. Even though this was all about taking care of him, I realized there was some sexual tension in the air. I began to stroke his soft penis. He whimpered as his cocklet began to get fatter. I removed my hand and watched as it plumped up, the foreskin slowly retracting without being touched, exposing just the pink tip of his cockhead. I applied cream and rubbed it all along his foreskin, gradually retracting it further with each stroke. He was almost fully hard now so I was very gentle and made it a point not to retract fully. He was whimpering with each stroke and I could tell he wanted release. I continued to just gently stroke. He smiled at me, hoping I was going to let him finish. I continued my slow, gentle stroking. I used my other hand to lightly stroke his nuts, fingering them. I let that hand drop down below them, teasing his boyhole, but taking care not to enter. He spread his legs, enjoying the feeling. I applied a small amount of the cream to my finger and stroked his perineum. I don't think he had ever been touched there as he gasped when my finger stroked that soft skin between his ballsack and his boyhole. As I moved my slick finger up and down his perineum, just grazing his hole and stroked his cock with my other hand, he had that tingly feeling. I could see and feel his body stiffen as his breathing became faster. I think he was afraid I would stop before he got there, like the doctor had earlier today, but I gave him a smile that let him know he could relax and enjoy this. I leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Go for it, kiddo!" I kissed his neck and breathed my warm breath into his ear as his little body shook and his breathing became fast. His eyes rolled back and he extended both legs which were stiff as boards. His whole body trembled as he had his dry cum. I applied a dab more cream to my finger and ran it up under his foreskin. He could hardly bear to be touched as he was so sensitive from his cum, but I held him down and made sure the cream covered every bit of his cockhead. We sat there for a moment, and then he sat up on the bed and pulled me in to kiss him. I did so. He was trying to feed me tongue and it was obvious this was new to him. I gave him a long kiss and told him it was time for homework. He hugged me again, then got up and put his pants on and headed down to take care of his homework. I go back downstairs and did a quick visual check on the younger boys. They were still kicking the soccer ball all around the yard. Just as I got back downstairs the doorbell rang. That was unusual as Jack, Coach, Bradley, Stewart, and all the boys had the codes for the front gate and the front door. I opened the door to find a very handsome man. He was short – probably about 5'9" with skin the color of coffee with cream. He had dark eyes and the blackest hair I have ever seen. The most impressive thing about him was his smile. It was perfect and warm and he didn't seem shy about showing it. "I am Alejandro Valdez," he said as he extended his hand. "Pastor Stewart said it would be okay to just come by to talk to you about your grounds." "Of course, Alejandro, please come in," I said. "We met very briefly the day of the tornado, but it was such a crazy day." He was neatly dressed in pressed jeans and a white polo shirt. He had a broad chest and biceps that were struggling to be free of the confines of his white shirt. I guided him to the kitchen and introduced him to Ren and Casper who both shook his hand. I offered him a beverage, but he declined, saying he had an iced tea on the way over here. I told him that Pastor Stew had informed me of his losses in the storm and I told him I was very sorry. "He gave me a beautiful smile, saying,"I am fine and my three sons are fine. We have a roof over our heads and full bellies. That is so much more than many people in this world have. I appreciate your thoughts but I know that my sons and I will be fine." I marveled at the beautiful attitude of this guy, given what he had been through. "Pastor says you do great work and I would like for you to manage all my grounds. I know some of the shrubbery needs replacing but the guy who has been doing it was getting close to retirement and let things slide recently. I would like you to take complete control and do what needs to be done. I know nothing about these things so I will entrust the care of the grounds to you. We have some minor damage – a couple of small branches and a lot of the leaves – from the storm. I am having a birthday party for my younger son on Saturday with about twelve young boys. I would like it cleaned up by then if you can possibly manage that." "Mr. Ross," I interrupted him asking that he call me "Rob" He smiled and nodded his agreement. "Rob," he continued, "Pastor Stewart thinks very highly of you. I will be honored to work for you. I invited him into my library where we both sat. I inquired about his pricing and he quoted me a monthly charge that was about 30% less than what I had been paying. I told him he had underpriced his work and I would be paying him what I had been paying the previous provider. I immediately wrote him a check for the first two months and told him to just let me know about the cost of any plants or shrubs he needed for replacement and I would reimburse him immediately. He looked as though he couldn't believe his good fortune. I then told him about my friend, Sam, who would like to hire him as well. He had said he would be at my house to start early tomorrow and asked if perhaps we could ride together over to her house so he could do an assessment. We agreed that plan would work. As I led him back to the door. He turned to me. "The good Lord has blessed me in ways today I will never understand. I can only be thankful. I will attempt every day of my life to help other people the way I've been helped," he said. He extended his hand to shake mine but I pulled him in for a hug. He embraced me and we held each other for a long moment. He smelled of clean soap and pine. We said goodbyes. I looked forward to seeing him the next morning. When I finished with Alejandro, the boys were ready for me to check their homework. Again I found no problems. I commended both boys on their good work. I asked if they would like to swim for a bit and both enthusiastically started taking their clothes off. As we headed out to the pool, I noticed Jack's truck and coach's SUV were in front of the guest house. I wondered if Coach was getting a little more boy puss. Then I tried to clear my dirty mind of those thoughts as I stripped to swim with my boys. By the time I got to the pool I had a hardon but I didn't think the boys noticed as I jumped into the water pretty quickly. Ren swam over to me and gave me a hug. He reached down and touched my hard cock. "Hmmm, I thought I saw that. What made you hard, dad?" "Sometimes daddies just get hard like boys do, son," I said. I really didn't want to tell my son that I had been fantasizing about his coach buttfucking the living shit out of his assistant coach. That was just somehow unseemly. "When I saw you hard, I suddenly got hard," he said. "Why is that, dad? "Some folks say hardons are contagious, kid," I explained. Then I dunked him under the water and we had a little water wrestling match. Feeling his hardon brush up against my naked body was really getting me going so I was relieved when Flynn and Landry swam toward us wanting to play splashdown. After we had been in the pool for over an hour, I knew the boys would be getting hungry very soon. I asked them what they were in the mood for and they were in agreement that Mexican would be great. I suggested they hit the outdoor shower, then run up and get dressed. I told the boys they could take their hot showers when we got back home. All the guys rinsed the chlorine off and Ren and Casper hit it upstairs to get ready for dinner. The younger boys both brought their towels over to me for help in drying them off. Both boys knew perfectly well how to dry themselves, but sometimes boys are in the mood for some attention. I loved it and I dried each one, then wrapped them in their towels and carried them upstairs to get some clothes on. We had a great Mexican meal. My boys loved Mexican food and so did Flynn and Casper. We all had sopaipillas for dessert and we were all full. I had hoped Jack or Stewart might be around to take me to pick up the BMW, but I knew the dealership would take care of it until I could get back there tomorrow. Then it dawned on me that I had Derrick Construction coming to the house in the morning and I had also told Alejandro to come by in the morning. It was too late to call Derrick, so I phoned Alejandro and asked if we could bump our meeting to a bit later. He had no problem with that so we settled on ten o'clock. The older boys went in to play video games while the two younger I allowed the younger ones one hour of television. I sat on the sofa between the two younger boys as they were watching television. I could tell both were getting sleepy so I suggested we go up and get their showers started. I picked up both boys and took them up to Landry's room. I undressed them and started the shower. Both of them started begging me to shower with them. I couldn't refuse those two sweet boys anything, so I stripped down as well and all three of us got into the shower. I helped both boys shampoo their hair, then we rinsed. I then got their little bodies lathered up. I bent down and lathered up their little penises, taking to stretch the skin back as far as it would comfortably go as I did so. Each boy giggled as I washed their penises. Then I rinsed both boys and wrapped them u in towels. I got them nice and dry and put them in bed. I was only wearing a towel myself. We heard a tap on the door and Stewart peeked into the bedroom. Both boys jumped up and ran to him, jumping into his arms. It was quite a lovely sightseeing this man holding two little naked boys. Both were rubbing his head and covering his face with kisses. Flynn started asking his dad to lie down with them and read them a story. I could see that the man was bone tired and offered to read the boys a story myself. Both had missed seeing him and were insistent he read to them. So he lay down on top of the covers and started to read a story. I went in to get dressed for bed, hoping I could get Ren and Casper settled and have some quiet time with Stewart. That was not to be. When I got dressed, I went downstairs to tell the older boys it was time to get ready for bed. By the time I made it back to Landry's room, I found Stewart asleep with a boy in each of his arms. I covered all three with the duvet and kissed both boys. I started to leave the room, but couldn't leave without reaching down and giving Stewart's cheek a kiss too. I turned out the light and closed the door. I went into Ren's room as both were getting out of the shower. After they finished brushing their teeth, I told Casper we would need to check his penis and apply the cream. Casper was getting used to the drill by now, so he lay down naked on the bed. Ren lay down beside him, propped on an elbow to watch. It was difficult not to be distracted by Ren's very sexy body. I could barely take my eyes off his bush, which brought back memories of his fuzzy blonde hole I had seen at Dr. Goldman's. I refocused and started to massage the cream into Casper's uncut willy. I thoroughly rubbed the cream in and began to slowly and gently retract the foreskin. I applied a bit more cream to make sure my fingers were slick. Casper's willy began to harden so I went slowly and gently. I noticed Ren's dick started to thicken. The boy licked his lips as he watched me working on his friend's penis. I saw Ren reach one hand out and start to rub Casper's puffy nipple. I smiled at him and nodded so he would know it was all right to give his friend pleasure. As I continued pulling back Casper's foreskin and then sliding it back down, Ren used his other hand to stroke his own penis. I was surprised to see my son lean down and start to suck on Casper's nipple, which had roughly doubled in size. When Ren's tongue made contact with Casper's nipple, the boy started to moan softly."Yes, Ren, yes, buddy. That feels so good," Casper said. I pulled back Casper's foreskin and applied another dollop of the cream to make sure the entire area was coated. With my other hand, I began to gently twirl the boy's few dark, straight pubes. Ren was really sucking on his buddy's nipple now and beating his own meat furiously. I encouraged both boys to let go. "Let it go, boys, let it go," I whispered gently. Casper's body began to quiver and Ren continued pounding his hard cock as the boy started his dry cum. I pulled Ren's head to me and kissed his mouth as he shot his boycum onto Casper's chest As both boys' breathing gradually became more even I scooped up Ren's juice on my index and middle fingers and fed it back to him. Then I kissed him as we shared my boy's cum. I released him and he lay down beside his friend. "Feel better now, guys?" I asked quietly. "Ummm was all I heard from both as I leaned in and hugged both. I told them I loved them and turned off the light. I went into my room, realizing it looked like I would be sleeping alone again. I looked out the window to see all the lights were off in the guest house. I wondered how my friend Gil was doing. I guess I dozed myself because the next thing I knew it was morning and my alarm was going off. I grabbed my alarm, afraid it would wake up the rest of the house. I peed, showered and brushed my teeth and dressed in jeans and a dark green Polo shirt. The thought of Stewart asleep across the hall in bed with two naked boys had me hard but I decided not to beat off. Who knew what opportunities this new day might bring? I looked in both boys' bedrooms and all of them were still sleeping. I went downstairs and made coffee. I was finishing my first cup when Stew walked in, still fully dressed as he was the night before. "Sorry I went to sleep last night, Rob," he said. I was hoping we might have some quiet time to talk" "So was I, buddy," I said. "But your body was exhausted. You really needed to sleep. I was a little worried about you when you came in so late looking so exhausted." "There's just been so much to do," he said. "I understand totally. I just hope it's helped a little taking care of Flynn. Landry loves having him here and so do we," I told him. "I rest easy knowing he's with you guys. I don't worry for a second," he said. "I'm glad you feel that way," I told him. You have plenty of other stuff to worry about." "True that," he said smiling. "I have one less thing to worry about than a few days ago," he said. "You better be telling me fast. Are things better at the church?" I asked. "Much better," he said. The good judge resigned from the finance committee and he and his two main troublemaker minions requested their membership be transferred. I think that guy's been creating chaos in the congregation for years and I think his leaving will be for the best." "Stewart, that is good to hear," I said. "That should take at least some of the stress off you. Who was the judge?" I asked. "Some old asshole named Bowers," he said. "No way!" I said. "You know the guy?" he asked. "Never met the asshole," I said, "but I've heard plenty about him and his son, Bobby." "Ahhh, yes, sweet little Bobby. I know Bobby too,' he said. "As a matter of fact, Judge Bowers wanted me to write a letter of recommendation for him to Southern. I advised him I never write a recommendation for someone I haven't met. He arranged four different appointments for the kid to meet with me. He never once showed up. Instead, he told the Judge he had attended and I was never there. The kid flat-out lied about that. Thankfully I had witnesses I was at the church at the time of the appointments, but the Judge still spread lies and badmouthed me. I heard that the kid had a full ride to Southern at one time. I didn't know the reasons he never attended and I never heard any of this." Stewart looked at his watch and asked if it wasn't time to get the boys up. I realized I had become so involved in our conversation I had forgotten. He said he would get our young ones up and help them dress. I went up and woke Ren and Casper. They were both up and getting dressed when I ran back downstairs and pulled the breakfast casserole out of the oven. I popped a tray of cinnamon toast into the oven and started pouring juice and milk. I had everything ready just as they all came downstairs. I got hugs from all the boys and we sat down and enjoyed our breakfast. Stewart offered to take Landry and Flynn to school, but I reminded him he was still wearing his clothes from last night. I suggested I take the boys while he had time to shower and maybe relax for just a few minutes. He thanked me and headed upstairs. I got all the kids loaded up and got everyone to school on time. I was looking forward to getting my boys from school in the afternoon, knowing I would have them all weekend. It had surprised me how much I missed them when they were at school. Even with all the irons I had in the fire right now, I missed my sons when they weren't with me. When I got home, Stewart wasn't downstairs. I went upstairs and found him napping quietly in the guest room. He had the duvet pulled up to his hairy chest. I wondered what, if anything he had on below the waist. I found him incredibly sexy. I liked what I had seen of his body and was anxious to see more. I really didn't want to do anything that might jeopardize our new friendship. I went back downstairs and poured another cup of coffee. I had just opened the morning paper when the doorbell rang. It was Derrick from the construction company. I greeted him and poured him a cup of coffee. He complimented the house. He said he had heard a lot about the previous owner and what a perfectionist she had been about every detail. "I assume `perfectionist' is synonymous with `bitch' in this case?" I joked. "Oh yeah, pretty much," he chuckled. "She had quite a reputation. I led him through the pantry to the downstairs room. He remarked that he found it unusual that the only access to the room would have been through the pantry. I told him I had no idea but it had been suspected the room was intended for hiding assets. I discussed what I had in mind. He thought it was a great idea, saying he would not be comfortable in doing the job without consulting an architect. He offered to have one contact me and I was agreeable. I gave him the timeframe for completion of the project and he saw no problem with that. He asked to see the grounds, so I took him outside. I noticed that Coach's vehicle was gone but Jack's truck was there. We found Jack swimming laps in the pool. I introduced him to Derrick. Shortly thereafter, Derrick left. I decided to allow myself a half cup more coffee, but as I went to pour the doorbell rang. It was Alejandro. I let him in and put out my hand for a handshake, but he pulled me in for a hug. He smelled so clean and fresh. He was nicely dressed in a white Polo shirt and jeans, as the day before. I suggested we go over to Sam's so that he could assess her damage and then come back here. I agreed so we both got into his truck and headed for Sam's. We walked the grounds and he noted several sick bushes. He said he could get the fallen tree cut up and hauled off before she would get home from the hospital and said he would come back and get started as soon as he finished the cleanup at my place. He explained that his oldest son works with him on Saturdays and he has begun to let his thirteen year-old work a little bit if there were safe jobs for him to do. I could see from the look on his face when he talked about his sons that he was a very proud father and was probably very close to his boys. I told him I had met his youngest son at school and looked forward to meeting the other boys. He said I would probably meet Javi this afternoon as he would be helping his dad after school. He said Javi is an excellent worker and enjoys doing outdoor work. I had Alejandro drop me at the Lincoln dealership to pick up my BMW, explaining that I had bought a new vehicle for my family yesterday. Alejandro turned to me and took my hand in his. He said, "Mr. Rob, my truck was destroyed in the storm the other night. I wasn't sure what I would do, but I didn't worry. I have been told all my life that there are angels all around us. Some angel brought us this truck yesterday. It is beautiful and so much nicer than the one that was destroyed. Our apartment building was destroyed. We had no place to live until Pastor brought us into his beautiful house. It is a beautiful house. You have hired me to take care of your place and your friend's place so I have no doubt that we will very soon be able to move out of the Pastor's house and be on our own. Never doubt that there are angels, Mr. Rob." We exchanged a warm hug before I got out of the truck. He arrived at my house before I did and I saw him unloading a saw and other tools as I went inside. I went in to find Stewart coming downstairs. He was dressed in a navy sport coat with a pale yellow shirt and khaki slacks. I caught a whiff of English Leather. He pulled me in for a hug. "You're really something, you know," he said. "I have no idea what you're talking about," I started. He interrupted me. "Maria told me what you did. Rob, you've already done so much for Alejandro and his family. You've given the guy a new lease on life. He and his family could easily have been homeless. He could have ended up losing everything, including his kids. "No way he would ever let that happen, Preacher man," I said He was telling me about his sons this morning and his face just lit up. He adores them. And I'm not the one who put a roof over his head," I said. He pulled me in and kissed my cheek. "You never lose an argument, do you?" he asked. "Not if I can help it," I said. "Did you sleep all right?" I asked him. "I could never have imagined myself sleeping in a double bed with two little naked boys, but it may have been the best night's sleep I've ever had. If either of them moved or even wiggled, I sure wasn't aware of it." "My friend, you were dead tired by the time you got here," I said. "I know. It's been a rough week. But it also time for this congregation to make a decision – a lot of decisions. They are finishing demolition on the sanctuary today. I have had them leave the staging where the chancel was. I'm thinking about holding Sunday service on the footprint of where our beautiful building was." I had heard you'd probably be holding Sunday services in the auditorium of the high school," I said. Yes, it is available to us if we want it"" he explained. "I'm sure the Judge and all his new buddies from the Point of the Cross Church will try to block that, but I think we can use the school auditorium if we want to. Another option is to do three services in our Contemporary Worship Centre. I'm just not sure how I feel about that. The theatre seating, and colored, flashing lights can be distracting for people who find traditional worship meaningful." "Are you telling me the Judge and his heathen family moved their memberships to Point of the Cross?" I asked. "Sure enough," he chuckled. "Isn't that the cult Ron Fee leads," I asked. You betcha!" he said. "You know about our boy Ron?" "I heard some stuff." I said. Isn't he the one who got caught fucking the church secretary, lied about it and got run out of town a few years ago?" I asked. "One and the same," he said. "He had the fastest growing church in town and one of the fastest growing in the state. The power went to his head and he started following his dick. He was putting it to his secretary. Unfortunately for him, she started feeling guilty and told someone. It spread like wildfire. The Board of Deacons called him in and he flatly denied it. Then it turned out she had taped one of their fuck sessions. When the deacons heard the tape of him moaning and her sucking sounds they were shocked! Shocked, I tell you. He was run out of town on a rail. He moved down to South Alabama for a couple of years, then turned back up here and started putting the band back together." "Who in the name of God would follow him?" I asked. "People like Judge Bowers, I guess," he said. There are always people who want a golden calf and who will follow anyone who tells them what they want to hear. You know what old P.T. Barnum said about suckers." "That's crazy," I said. "But I need to ask if you might help me out with something. Ren's swim meet next weekend is in Nashville. An old friend of mine would like for us to stay after the meet and go to a Vandy football game. We were thinking we might spend the night. Would it be too much to ask you to watch out for Landry? I know Bradley will be willing to take care of him, but he is young and I know I'd feel better if you were taking care of my baby." "Say no more, my friend. I love being around those two little guys. It will force me to take some time off and be with my boy. And I know Flynn is happier when his buddy's around. You should know by now that I'll help you out with anything. After all, you're keeping a roof over the heads of me and my boy." "I love having you guys here," I told him. "Landry loves Flynn. I've never seen him happier. And there's something about being around you that makes me feel like a better person." "Rob, I'm being dead serious when I tell you I've never known a better person." He pulled me in close and we held each other for a minute. "You know, the other day when I came downstairs, I saw you kiss Jack," he said quietly. "Yes, I knew you saw that. Did it bother you?" "I guess that depends on the meaning of the word `bother'. It excited me. I couldn't understand and I still don't understand exactly why. I felt instantly aroused. My dick got really hard. A part of me wanted to see you do more. And I think a part of me wanted to be Jack." "You don't have to be Jack to get kissed, you know," I told him. I actually felt my body trembling. I realized I'd been wanting this. I think he'd been wanting it too. Our faces were so close I could feel his warm breath on my skin and smell his minty breath. Just as our lips touched, his goddamned cell phone rang. He pulled away and answered it. "Oh no!" he said. "Which hospital?" he asked. A moment of silence. "I'm on my way," he said. "One of my members has had a heart attack and it isn't looking good," he said. "I'll call you later. He grabbed his keys from the counter and ran toward the door. Just as he got to the front door, he turned around and walked back to where I was standing. He took me in his strong arms and kissed me. A wet kiss, but no tongue. Then he smiled and took off to care for his flock. As I realized what had just happened, I knew for sure I wasn't' the good person Stewart thought I was. If I could have gotten to that hospital, I'd have held a pillow over the face of whoever the motherfucker with the heart attack was. I realized I had another wasted hardon, so I decided to swim some laps. I stripped off and grabbed a towel and hit the pool. There wasn't another soul around. Having some time alone was rare these days so I just decided to relax and enjoy it. I swam laps for about thirty minutes, and then I spread my towel on a chaise and lay down on my back to get some sun. I dozed off almost immediately. When I woke, I heard a scraping sound. I wasn't sure what it was but as I opened my eyes, I saw that it was Alejandro, raking the leaves that had blown off the trees during the storm. I realized that I was lying there naked and that I had a full blown hardon. "Hello, Mr. Rob," he said. I hope my raking didn't wake you. I was trying to be as quiet as possible but I had finished taking the limbs away and all I really had left was some raking. "I owe you an apology, Alejandro. To be honest, I had forgotten you were here working. We only swim without suits when other people aren't around. I didn't mean to embarrass you," I said. He laughed a hearty laugh. "Please don't worry about that, Mr. Rob. I'm a man and I'm raising three boys. I'm not sure I've had a single day in the last sixteen years that I haven't seen at least one good hardon. If it wasn't my own, it was one of theirs." We shared a nice laugh. "You look like you are almost finished. Would you care for a beer or a glass of tea?" "Either one would be great, sir," he said. "I'll go get us drinks while you finish up. And, Alejandro, I appreciate very much but it really isn't necessary to call me `sir'. Just Rob or Robbie is fine." "I will try to do that, Rob. I may forget because I am trying very hard to teach my boys to be respectful and use respectful language." I went into the kitchen and grabbed a couple of beers. When I got back Alejandro was bagging the last of the fallen leaves. "It isn't easy teaching kids to be respectful these days is it, Alejandro," I said. "No, it really isn't," he said. So few people say `please' or `thank you' any more. When we were growing up, if we didn't say `por favor' or `gracias' we were in big trouble. I try to instill that in my sons because I know their mother would want them to be respectful." I pulled up a chair near my chaise and motioned him to sit. I had not really had a good look at this guy. He was quite handsome with dark brown, almost black, eyes with long lashes. His features were perfect and his complexion flawless. He had taken off his shirt while working and I didn't see an ounce of fat on the parts of his body I could see. He had well-developed biceps – the kind that come from hard work – not gym time. His nipples were very dark even against his mocha skin and looked hard as little stones. I wondered if he was aroused or if they stayed hard all the time. "Seeing you swim naked reminded me of good times with my family in the Honduras. I was the middle son of seven brothers. We would swim almost every day and we didn't even know what bathing suits were," he said. "Wow!" I said. "You had six brothers?" "Yes, he replied, "and one sister. She was the last child. Everyone said my mother wanted to keep trying until she had a daughter. Then she quit. My dad used to joke about how once she had a daughter, she quit everything." We shared a laugh. "I'm sorry, Rob, I didn't mean to be nasty." "Alejandro, if we are going to be friends and I think we are, you need to know that my mouth is no prayer book. I would like for you to be comfortable enough to say anything around me and know you will never be judged. I'm trying to raise my sons without all that bullshit. I think there are too many uptight people in the world." "I couldn't agree more," he said. "That is one reason my boys and I are at Pastor Stewart's church. I was raised a Roman Catholic but I saw too much to keep practicing a faith that cared so little for people. I came to believe it was all about accruing wealth and too little about how we treat our fellow man. I don't care about what people think about my family or me. I took my family one Sunday to Pastor's church. The first time I heard him, I knew he was for real. I made the decision that he was the man to guide me and my family and I have never regretted my decision. We love each other and we love our friends. What else is important?" he asked. "You are so right, Alejandro. I think Stewart is a special man. I love that he recognizes we all have faults and we're all sinners, and all that other bullshit, but regardless of our faults we all deserve to be loved and it is our duty and obligation to love others," I said. "You would make a good preacher, yourself, Rob," he said. "Oh, Lord, Alejandro!" I said. "Bite your tongue!! I left the church for a long time. I had a mother-in-law who was a demon from hell who was a preacher's wife. I was so turned off I never expected to walk through the doors of a church again. Pastor Stewart made me rethink that. I don't know why." "He is a good man. He recognizes that he is mortal. He has had his own struggles," Alejandro said. "You mean with Flynn?" I asked. "Yes," he answered. "I have never seen a boy so shut down emotionally as that child. I think Pastor was about to give up. He was so detached and distant. Believe me, the Pastor was trying, but it was as if he didn't know what to do. I wanted to tell him to just open up to the child, but who am I to give advice to a much more educated man?" he asked. "Alejandro, don't ever doubt yourself again. You are so on track. That boy just needed a father to love him and touch him and be near him. I've seen a transformation in a week that I would not have believed had I not witnessed the same type of transformation in my older son. When the dam breaks, we are all ready to let love flow in," I said. We sat silently for a couple of minutes. "Alejandro, you said you enjoyed skinny-dipping with your brothers. Have you ever done it with your boys?" I asked. "Unfortunately I have never had a chance to do that," he said. We had a pool at the apartment we were living in before the storm but there were always other people around. I would enjoy it and I think they would too. I think it important for boys to learn to be comfortable with their own bodies and around other men. I have never been modest around my boys. In the apartment, we only had two bedrooms, so my older son and I shared one and the other two younger boys were in the other. I would often wake up with all my boys in my bed. Now that we are staying at the Pastor's house, we each have our own bedroom. I really miss having my son in bed with me and they often come to my bed during the night. I love to wake up with one of my boys in my bed," he said. I was getting hard just thinking about this handsome man in bed with his boys and was very grateful that I had a towel on my lap. "Alejandro, if you and your boys are free on Sunday, how about you plan to bring them here for lunch? If everyone seems comfortable with each other, we'll surprise them with a skinny-dipping party. Does that sound good to you?" I asked. He looked delighted and said he would love to bring his boys to lunch after church. "One last question, Alejandro," I said. "Your English is so perfect and you have hardly a trace of an accent. How in the world did you manage that?" I asked. "Our parents sent us to an English school run by the nuns in Honduras. They made us practice every night. The nuns were mean and some of the priests,... well, I won't go there. But we all survived. When I graduated I started college studying botany and working with my father who was a professional landscaper. I had planned to join my father in his business but my brother caused him to lose the business with all his troubles. The same month, we learned that I had gotten my girlfriend pregnant. We got married right away and had little Javi in a few months. Things were rough for a while, but I know we will all be fine. It is the hard times that make us appreciate the good times," he explained. "As long as I have my sons with me, I have everything I want or need." He stood and took the empty beer bottle from my hand. He threw both the empties into his leaf bag and came toward me indicating he'd like a hug. I was sitting there with a hardon and knew I couldn't stand and expose myself. "I'd like a hug, Alejandro, but, uh, I really don't think I should stand up right now", I said, feeling my face hot. Alejandro laughed. "Because you have a hard one? Rob, your dick's been hard for the last thirty minutes. I notice things and I'm good with that. We should all be thankful we can get them hard. Don't forget I'm raising a house full of boys. And don't forget – I have a sixteen year old son – but I'm only thirty-four myself!" We hugged it out. He smelled of clean sweat and pine. It was heady and made me even hornier than I had been. He looked at his watch and we both realized it was time to get our boys from school. He said he would be back to do a bit more work after he picked up his older son. I felt really strange standing there in the hot sun, totally naked with a raging hardon. He reached out and gave my dick just the quickest of strokes and said," that's a nice one, Rob." I speechlessly watched this handsome Mexican walk away, carrying his rake and a bag of leaves. I was really wishing I had time to rub one out but that just wasn't possible. I quickly dressed and headed to pick up my boys. I got to Landry's classroom just as they were letting out. Maria was there picking up little Yarro. I pulled her aside as the three boys were still talking to one another. I told her about Landry's birthday party and invited her to bring little Yarro. I told her it would be a special surprise for my son, having his new friend there. She said she thought he would enjoy it, but she would have to check with his father. I told her I understood that and hoped to see them tomorrow. I was beginning to understand why innocent little Maria might have developed a crush on Alejandro. If she had seen him shirtless like I had today, she might be kicking his sons out of his bed and crawling in there herself. After getting a hug from little Yarro, I picked up my two and carried them to the car, getting kisses all over my face all the way. We got to Ren's school just as the boys were walking out of the building. Both boys got into the car. They were so excited. Casper said there was a meeting at school about which kids might like to sign up for the wrestling team. Both boys said Coach Ennis had been there and it turned out he would be helping out the middle school wrestling coach. Both boys were excited. Ren said he thought he might enjoy trying out for the wrestling team. I told my boy if he wanted to do that, we would make it happen. Both were excited. I decided to take the boys by to check on Casper's mom. When we got to the hospital Sam was dozing. When she heard us walk into the room, her face brightened. She hugged all the boys, even little Flynn, whom she met for the first time. "My God, Rob," she said in her lovely laughing voice, "are you opening a home for boys? Every time I see you you've added another." "I may just do that. I believe I'd love having a hundred if they were all as sweet as this group," I said. "I don't know whether you're a brave and good man or a fool," she chuckled. "I can't tell you what a great feeling it has been knowing that while I'm here my son is with you and your family. I don't know what I'd have done without you guys," she said. "You better be nice or I just might not bring him back to you," I said. We chatted for a bit and the boys filled her in on school. Both older boys told her about the wrestling meeting and that Ren might be trying out for the team. She asked if Casper was eating right. She noted that he looked like he had dropped some weight in the last week. I agreed that he was losing but I knew his appetite was good. "I think it's probably just puberty. A boy's body can change really fast once it hits. Dr. Goldman found no problems when he saw him this week. I think we're just at that time when puberty changes their bodies on a daily basis," I said "Lord God Almighty, she said, "I might just have to leave you with Mr. Rob till you finish puberty." Then she pulled him over and sat him on her bedside. She kissed his cheek and said, "You know I'm only kidding you, don't you? I wouldn't trade you or let anyone have you for all the treasures in the world." They exchanged another hug as I suggested we might need to head for home. I mentioned the boys might be needing a snack and suddenly they were all just ravenous. Sam said she would be coming home on Sunday and her sister would be picking her up from the hospital. I told her not to worry that we were all fine and if there was any change in her sister's schedule, we would be glad to get her home and make any necessary arrangements. I stopped at Dairy Queen and we all had small ice cream cones. When we got home, Jack and Coach were doing laps in the pool. Both jumped out of the pool to greet us with hugs. I suggested the older boys buckle down to their homework and told the younger ones they could swim when Coach and Jack finished their laps. The older boys said they had no homework for the weekend. Coach said he and Jack were done with their laps so I gave the boys permission to swim. Needless to say it was a race to see who could get naked first and who could create the biggest splash with his cannonball. Jack said he wanted to spend some time working with Ren so he pulled him aside to work on his strokes for the following morning's meet. I was planning to run to the fish market to get some shrimp and scallops to grill for dinner. I asked coach if he would ride with me. He said he'd be glad to. He said he would run to the guest house and change. I offered to walk with him and he said that would be great. Jack said he would keep a close eye on the boys while we were gone. I grabbed a beer for coach and a beer for myself and Coach and I started down the path to the guest house. As we were walking, I told coach I was glad for the chance to talk. He asked what was on my mind. I told him I knew he had enjoyed getting to spend time with Jack this week. "I love that boy", he said. "I think you know that. This has been the greatest week. I love my family and I'd do anything for them but he fulfills a need for me that goes further than just sex – although the sex is great too. I never knew a boy could look like a choirboy and be so fucking hot in the bedroom." I laughed. "It's the honest truth," I said. "He looks like little virgin altar boy who doesn't know shit but he's hot as a goddamn firecracker when you get him in the bed." By this time we had reached the guest house. Coach pulled off his Speedo and began to dry his hot, hairy body. I was getting hard watching him. He was getting hard being watched. "You better hurry and get dressed before I come over there and start sucking your dick," I told him. "That sounds great buddy, but I'm not sure anything's left in these nuts of mine. He's kept me drained the last couple of days." We shared a laugh as we left the guest house and got into his car to head for the seafood shop. "Coach, I began, "I've been doing a lot of thinking since Landry's teacher talked to me about advancing the kid to second grade. Truth is, I think I know a way you might have a little quiet, private time with Jack and do me a great favor too.. You're an educator first and a coach second. I've come to realize just what a sharp guy you are. I would love to hire you to develop a home study program for Landry to challenge him. I've decided not to advance him to second grade. I think it will be healthier and safer for him in the long run to stay with kids his own age. But the last thing I want is for him to become bored. I would love for you to develop a program for home study that will challenge him and keep him interested in learning. I know this may not be your specialty, but you're a helluva sharp guy. I think if you agreed to meet with him and me at least once a week – more often if you think it's appropriate. That would also give you an excuse or a reason to spend some time with Jack. You can always carve out some private time with him before or after you work with Landry and me. If you think this is a good plan, everybody benefits." "Can I have a little time to consider this, Rob?" he asked. I just want to make sure I can develop a plan. There are a couple of elementary educators I know I'd like to discuss this with before I commit. It sounds like a great plan. I know I'm actually a much better husband and father when I'm happy and time with Jack makes me happy." "Take all the time you need. I'm planning to tell Miss Anderson of my decision on Monday. There is absolutely no rush." We arrived at the seafood shop. We went in and I found some beautiful shrimp and some giant scallops. I bought enough to feed all of us. I knew I already had potatoes to bake and French bread at home so we were good to go. When we returned to the car, I approached the second thing I wanted to discuss with Coach. "Coach, you remember the discussion we had about whether to shave Ren's body?" I asked. "Sure, guy," he said. "What's the final decision?" "There isn't one. I haven't been able to bring it up. I'm going to be honest with you. I love the way my boy looks. I love that beautiful bush and those beautiful pits. I'm not the right person to present this choice to Ren. I'm afraid my reluctance might color his decision. Truth be told, I could sit for hours just touching his body. Running my fingers through that golden-reddish bush and touching those beautiful pits. I just can't be objective. I want him to make the best decision without influencing him." "How about Jack and I get him aside some time tonight or even tomorrow and have a discussion," he said. "Will that work for you?" "I'd really appreciate that," I said. "I think that's pretty selfless of you. You're a good dad, Rob. In all honesty, if he were my son, I'm not sure I would let anyone touch a hair on his beautiful body. I can totally understand where you're coming from. Just know that even if he decides to shave it will grow back eventually." "Thanks, Coach." I said. We had arrived at home at that point and were sitting in the guest house drive. I leaned over and hugged this hot, masculine, tender man. "I'd like to ask one more favor, Coach," I said. "Shoot," he replied. "We've been following Dr. Goldman's orders to the letter. I think the healing is going well. I'd feel much better if you would consider taking a look at Casper's penis tonight just to make sure everything is going as it should be." "Oh, dude," he said, you're really wanting to tire me out aren't you? You want me to check out and play with a young boy's cute little dick It's hard work but someone has to do it, I guess." We shared a laugh. "Of course I will, he said. Do you want to do it as soon as we get back or later?" he asked. "Why don't we do it after I get Flynn and Landry to bed? If you're good with it, Ren likes to watch and Jack might even want to join the group." Coach looked at me. "Are you as hard as I am right now?" he asked. "You bet your sweet ass I am, man!" I replied.