Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2019 17:41:02 +0000 (UTC) From: Fritz Subject: Raising Boys 21 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 21 When I got home, Stewart was there. I was so glad he had made it home early. He looked totally beat. When we walked out to the pool, all the kids were in the pool except Flynn who was in his dad's arms on a chaise beside the pool. I went over to speak to him and I could tell he was just exhausted. Coach and I were going in to start prepping the seafood and build a salad. We invited him to join us, leaving Jack and the kids in the pool. He threw Flynn into the pool and I actually saw a smile break his tired face when he heard the giggles from his boy. Coach and I put our arms around his shoulders as we walked into the house. I guided him to the counter and put him on a stool as I handed Coach a bottle of a nice Chilean Cab to open. We all tasted the wine and it was nice. "I needed that," Stewart said." "Your rough day is showing on your handsome face, Stewart," Coach said. "Guys, many days like this and I'll be flipping burgers," he chuckled. "What's going on, big guy?" I asked him. "You know the call I got earlier today, when I had to leave? "he asked. Well, it was news that one of our members, Bill Armour had a major myocardial infarction. When I got to the hospital, the doctor had just met with his wife and told her there was almost no chance he would make it. To understand what I've been through, you need a little back story. About a year ago, Bill and Shirley's daughter married a guy she had met in college. As it turns out, the guy she married was a Pentecostal crazy from Bumfuck, Indiana or somewhere. The couple also had a son who is several years younger than the daughter. He is a sophomore at Auburn. He came out to his family and friends last Christmas as a gay man. He chose to come out at Christmas when they were all at Bill and Shirley's. The shit really hit the fan. Their son-in-law went off on the kid, telling him he'd go to hell and saying terrible, horrible things. He insisted the kid go stay in a hotel because he and his wife wouldn't stay in a house where they could get AIDS. To say it was horrendous would be a gross understatement. It ended up with the daughter and her husband moving out of the family home into a hotel. They refused to return to Bill and Shirley's house until the brother left. Can you imagine how that tore them apart? Well, it hasn't gotten any better. The sister and her husband haven't seen the son since then and they haven't spoken by phone or anything. Now they're all coming home for the funeral and the shit is likely to hit the fan. The daughter is coming with her husband. Their flight arrives at 9:30 tonight and Shirley begged me to meet their plane and bring them to her house. I feel like something strange is going on but I can't quite put my finger on it and I couldn't turn her down so I have to be at the airport to meet that plane and take the couple either to Shirley's house or, if not, to a hotel. Bill has been a great guy and one of my staunchest supporters. I haven't seen Shirley at church for the last couple of months. But there hasn't been a more solid rock in the congregation than Bill, as far as I'm concerned." "Oh my God," Coach said. "How ignorant can folks be? "Pretty fucking ignorant, if you ask me," Stewart said. "You've got a foul mouth on you, preacher man," I said. That broke us all up and we died laughing. It was as though the tension and stress of the day lifted from my friend's shoulders. "Can you at least stay and have dinner with us," I asked. "I can and I will." he said. I was standing brushing marinade on the shrimp when he walked up behind me and put his arms around my waist. He nuzzled my neck. To say I was shocked would be understatement but I loved it. He still smelled like English Leather. He held onto me and I could feel him kissing my neck. "You two lovebirds better get a room," Coach said. Stewart turned and looked at him, saying, "If I didn't have to deal with a circus of assholes tonight, you can bet we would." I could feel that he was hard as he pressed up against me. I'd have dropped trou right then and there and have done anything he wanted. I knew I wanted him and I wanted him bad. I turned to face him and he gave me a nice long kiss right on the lips. "I better leave the chefs alone or dinner might never be ready, "he said. "Do I have time to grab a shower before dinner?" "Yeah, grab a shower, preacher man," Coach said, "and I suggest you make it a cold one." Stewart disappeared up the stairs, taking off his shirt as he hit the stairs. "Coach said in a very quiet voice, "Are you fucking the preacher man?" "Not yet", I answered, "but the night is young." We had a good laugh as he put a beautiful salad into the refrigerator. I decided we would have our dinner out on the patio. It was a perfect evening as the temperature was comfortable and the stars were out. Coach and I set the table. Stewart came down, freshly showered and wearing a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. I didn't often see him as casual as this. He still looked good. I loved his creamy skin and his hairy legs, with that sandy hair, neither brown nor blonde. This man really had a powerful effect on me. I was feeling kind of like a schoolgirl with a crush on her homeroom teacher. I decided I needed to butch up and get control of myself. Dinner was very good. The wine was great. We all seemed to enjoy each other's company. Landry was excited about his party and he talked about all his friends who were coming. I told Stewart I had spoken with Maria and had invited the youngest Valdez child. He asked how I was liking Alejandro so far. I sang his praises and told him I had gotten him another contract with Samantha. Stewart told me he was so glad things were looking good for the guy. He told me that there had been a certain member who had made really nasty comments when Alejandro and his boys joined the church. It was the same asshole who had just left. Apparently in a committee meeting, he had made a comment about how the church was being turned over to Latinos and African-Americans, although those were not the words he used. We all finished our dinner and Coach, Ren and Jack insisted we let them clear the table, rinse the dishes, and load the dishwasher. After the table was cleared and Stewart and I were enjoying the wine, through the doors came Ren, followed by Jack and Coach bringing the largest cheesecake I had ever seen with a sparkler in it. They started singing "Happy birthday" to Landry. We all joined in and my baby boy was thrilled beyond belief. I had no idea about this surprise. As it turned out, Coach had made the cheesecake himself and it may have been the best I had ever eaten. Of course my baby was happy as cheesecake is his very favorite dessert. After finishing their desserts, Landry crawled in my lap as Flynn did the same with Stewart. As soon as they got still, our little guys were dozing. Stewart looked at his watch and realized he would need to leave for the airport shortly so we excused ourselves to take our boys upstairs and get them in bed. We got our boys' clothes off and got them tucked into bed. It was so sweet to watch them sleep. Neither Stewart not I wanted to leave the room. We kissed the sleeping boys and turned out the light, leaving the door slightly ajar. As we left the room Stewart took my hand as we walked toward his room. "I really hate that I have to go out again tonight. I hated that I had to leave this morning. Rob, I really want to spend some time alone with you. I'm not sure what I'm feeling or even what I want. But I'm ready to talk and maybe explore," he said. "Not a problem, Stewart," I said. We'll have time to talk or explore or whatever you want. Take things at your own pace. Just know that I'll never push you to do anything you aren't completely comfortable with. I hope you know that." "I do. I've never even considered the idea that I may be gay. I was completely honest when I told you I've not had sex since high school. I have rarely thought about sex during the last few years. I've always been able to push sexual thoughts out of my mind. That's been really hard to do lately. I think I've been at least semi-hard since I saw you kiss Jack. I don't know what happened, but seeing that changed things for me, "he explained. "Go do what you have to do," I said. "I don't want you running late and driving too fast. I want you safe. A lot of people need you and count on you. That group includes me and your little Flynnie. I wish I could go for you tonight and spare you the unpleasantness. If I could do it, I would without hesitation." He embraced me and kissed me. This time he did give me tongue and I sucked on it like a hungry man. For someone with no practice, the motherfucker knew how to kiss. I didn't want to stop but I knew he had to leave. I pushed him into the bedroom and told him to get dressed. I walked back downstairs, but I swear my knees were weak. I went down and poured myself a bit more wine. I wondered where all the others were, and then I realized Jack, Coach, Ren, and Casper were in the hot tub. I walked out and asked if there was room for me. They said there was and I told them I'd join them as soon as Stewart left. I went back into the kitchen just as Stewart came downstairs. My God, he was a handsome man. His Sandy hair was perfect and he was dressed in a light blue shirt with khaki slacks and a navy blazer. I went to hug him and he took me in his arms and kissed me again. His mouth tasted like mint and his neck smelled like English Leather. I really didn't want him to go. I told him if he wanted to he could join me in my bedroom, no matter how late it was. He smiled and gave me a last kiss before he left. I poured what was left of the wine into a glass and took it out to share with Coach. I took off my clothes and climbed into the tub with the others. Coach and I passed the glass back and forth, enjoying the wine. Everyone was kind of quiet. I think we were all a little tired or it may have been we were feeling sexual tension. Ren and Casper knew there would be the application of the cream to Casper's penis. Coach knew what was coming. Jack knew nothing, but he was the kind of kid who was always ready for anything. After a while I said, "I think it's about time for our swimmer to get to bed. Casper, I've asked Coach to go up with us and check your penis to see if things are healing as they should. Are you okay with that?" I asked him. "Sure, Mr. Rob, Casper answered. Can Jack come with us?" "Of course he can if you'd like him to and if he wants to." Jack nodded and I wondered if Coach may have tipped him off to the plan. "Do you want Ren and me to be there too," I asked. "Yes, sir, if you would, he said. "Great, why don't you two head on up and get your showers. We'll be up very shortly." Ren and Casper got out of the hot tub and dried off. They wrapped towels around their waists and headed up the stairs. When we got to Ren's room, he was lying on the bed on his back with a towel over his crotch. There was a small tent in the towel, indicating he was excited about this. Ren still had his towel around his waist and was sitting cross-legged on the bed beside his friend. From time to time, his hand would disappear under the towel. I knew he was touching his cock and I wondered if was as hard as my own was. I went over and sat on the bed beside my son, while Coach and Jack knelt beside Casper. Coach began in his low, gentle, masculine voice. "Okay, son, I want you to relax. Nothing we're going to do is going to hurt. I just want to make sure you're healing well and to try to make sure you don't have any more problems with this. Coach was kneeling beside the bed. I could see one of Jack's hands lazily rubbing his furry thigh. I could just barely see a bit of the mesh fabric of coach's jock through the leg hole of his shorts. I was sitting behind Ren so I put both arms around him, just holding him. All eyes focused on Coach as he removed the towel from Casper's crotch. "You okay, son?" he asked. Casper nodded as coach completely exposed his body. His little uncut cock was chubbed but not fully erect. His foreskin completely covered the head of his penis and formed a little lip at the tip. "Okay, we're going to get it nice and lubricated first," Coach said. He took a small amount of the steroid cream and a bit of the lubricant in his hand. He rubbed it in so that both his hands were slick. Then he took the boy's cock between his index finger and thumb and began to run his fingers back and forth, up and down the cock, never exposing the cockhead. He was just wetting the boy's penis thoroughly without any exposure of the cockhead. He rubbed up and down as the kid's dick got wetter and slicker. Coach gently took the tip of the boy's foreskin between his thumb and index finger and pinched it closed so that the head could not pop out. With his other hand, still covered in cream and lubricant, he began to stroke the boy's penis. This was a masturbation technique I had never tried or seen before. It was obviously turning Ren on because his hand was now under his towel moving back and forth. He leaned back against me and I held him tighter. I let my hands begin to gently rub Ren's chest but avoided his nipples. "You okay, son?" Coach asked the boy. "Yes, sir, Coach," he whispered. "That feels amazing." Coach nodded to Jack and the boy moved down and got on his hands and knees between Casper's spread legs. Jack pried his legs further apart so the boy's hole was now exposed to Jack's eyes. Coach held up the tube of lube and Jack extended a finger. Coach applied a generous amount of the lubricant on Jack's finger. The boy began to rub the lubricant onto Casper's little nut sack and a bit lower onto his perineum. As Jack used his index finger to rub Casper's taint, Coach continue to stroke the boy's cock, keeping the foreskin pinched off. I had begun to stroke and playfully pinch Ren's nipples. Both nips had gotten really hard. Then, even as he continued his actions on Casper's penis, I saw coach lean in and suck one of Casper's beautiful puffy nipples into his mouth and start sucking. I could see the tip of Jack's finger had entered Casper's hole. I had now let my hand moved down under Ren's towel and was slowly stroking his hard cock. I couldn't tell for sure, but it looked as if Jack had only the very tip of his finger inside Casper's hole, but it was driving the boy wild. His breathing was rapid and he was humping. He was being teased mercilessly. I could only imagine how good Jack's finger must feel teasing his hole as coach was stroking the boy's uncut cock. I continued stroking my boy's cock, my other hand now fondling his hairy balls. I released his balls and moved one hand back to his right nipple as I continued stroking his cock. I knew he was close as he was humping my hand. I was holding him back, waiting for Casper to get there too. I saw Jack's finger go further and I knew he had hit the boy's little prostate gland when he started shaking as though he were having a convulsion. I knew Ren was ready so I licked his neck as I whispered in his ear, "let it go son, let daddy have your load." He did just that as I felt his load start wetting my hand. He continued his climax. As he finished I rubbed part of his load into his hairy ball sack. Then I brought my sticky hand up and put it to his lips. He licked every drop like a cat after milk. When he had it all, he turned his head to me and we shared a hot kiss, savoring his sweet nectar. At that moment, coach slicked back the kid's foreskin and exposed the boy's cockhead as he was writhing and bucking. It was obvious that the boy had his dry cum, except it wasn't totally dry. Coach put his finger to the tip of the boy's penis and pulled it away, showing a string of an almost clear substance. "Our boy just produced his first cum," Coach announced. I watched as Coach stuck his finger toward Jack and the boy licked the watery string off his finger. Once the boys settled down, Coach applied the cream to the spot on Casper's pecker, saying it was almost healed. It would probably all right to discontinue the cream but it wouldn't be a bad idea to continue until the tube holding the cream was empty. Jack went into the bathroom and brought two warm towels. He handed one to Coach who wiped the excess cream and lube from Casper's crotch and butt. He handed one to me and I wiped up Ren's crotch and we wiped off our hands. We hugged the boys and gave them good night kisses. I think they were asleep before the light was out. Jack, Coach, and I headed downstairs. I grabbed a couple of beers and handed one to Coach. We walked out onto the patio and took seats at the table. "Do you think the boys enjoyed that?" Coach asked. "Fuck yeah, I think they enjoyed it," I said. "Who wouldn't?" "That Casper is going to be one hot little Asian boy," Jack said. "He's losing his baby fat. I believe he's dropped five pounds since he's been here." "His nuts have started dropping and I think he's adding pubes every day," Coach said. "I hope those nipples never change. They are tasty-looking little morsels," I said. "They don't just look tasty. They are tasty," Coach said. I saw you chowing down on that boy nipple, you old perv," I said. "Oh yeah, Coach started eating that nipple just as I found his little prostate. Man, that thing was hard as a rock!" Jack said. "Thanks for teaching me to do that, Rob." "I think it's not a night those two will soon forget. They're both great kids," Coach said. I look forward to helping out with the wrestling team at the Middle School this year. Ren's expressing some interest in wrestling too," Coach said. Are you going to be okay with that?" "If it's what he wants to do and he keeps his grades up, I'm good with it," I said. "Especially if you're helping out the coach. Who is the wrestling coach there? "I haven't met him yet. It's a new kid who is just moving here. He was an assistant football coach in Birmingham, but I think this is a step up for him. He'll be head coach of the wrestling team and he's also been hired to help out with the college team. I'll be meeting him on Monday. I'm going to share a secret I've been busting to share. It's top secret but I know I can trust you guys. The swim coach at the college is leaving. He's taken a position as an assistant at University of Georgia. It's all been very sudden and very quiet. There was some kind of scandal over at Georgia and a sudden departure has shaken things up. I expect to hear something definite no later than Sunday but it looks like a done deal that I'll be coaching the college swim team." Jack jumped into his lap and hugged him. "I can't believe that. That means you'll be my coach again. I can't wait to tell Bradley. He'll be so excited!" "Just don't way a word yet. It won't affect my contract with the city at least for this year, so I'll still be coaching the Dolphins. That's a separate thing arranged with the city. I've made the college job dependent on their allowing me to continue to assist with wrestling at the high school," he explained. Coach looked at his watch and said, "Hey, we better all be getting to bed. We have a busy day tomorrow with swim team and then Landry's party." Good night, I told them as we all shared a hug. "Rob, wouldn't you like to join us at the guest house for a little fun? You know we'd love to have you and we both know this boy is not going to sleep with that hardon he's had for the last hour," Coach said. "Oh yeah, like I'm the only one," Jack said. "I'd love to join you but I think I better hang out here and make sure Stewart's okay if he ever gets home. Plus the fact I know you guys don't get nearly as much one- on- one as you'd like. So go on and enjoy." Jack came in for a hug and a nice kiss. "Thanks, Rob. I love you." Coach them embraced me and we hugged for a moment. "Thanks Robbie, for making my life so much fuller. I love you." He kissed me and I told both of them good night. I watched them walk to the guest house with Coach playing grab ass with that hot boy. After making sure all the boys were okay and sound asleep, I decided to take a hot shower just in case Stewart came home wanting to play. My dick was hard but I didn't want to get off in the event Stewart did want to do something. So I shampooed, showered, even shaved and added just a little dab of Old Spice. After brushing my teeth and putting on pajama bottoms, I climbed into bed with my book. The next thing I knew I woke up. My alarm had not yet gone off but it there was daylight streaming in through the windows. I realized I was in my bed and under the covers but I wasn't alone. I was lying on my right side and I realized there was a body behind me with an arm thrown across my chest. I also felt something hard poking into my butt. I knew what that was immediately. I could feel warm breath on my neck and was tempted not to move. It felt good lying here, being held by someone. When I smelled English Leather and mint, I knew who it was. It felt really good when I realized it was Stewart who had joined me in bed. I didn't want to move because I didn't want to wake him. There was just something so nice about being held by this sweet guy. I lay there for a while, enjoying his warmth, my cock getting harder and harder, especially knowing his was hard. I felt his hand gently stroking my hairy chest. I knew he was awake. "Robbie," he said quietly. "It's me buddy, I said. "Do you know who's in bed with you?" he asked. "I have a pretty good idea," I replied. "Are you okay with this?" he asked. "I haven't called the cops have I?" "I'm very glad you didn't," he said. "I had quite enough of that stuff last night. I flipped over to face him. I realized he was still holding me as we faced one another, our chests against one another, bare skin to bare skin. I could also still feel our hardness touching. I pulled my head back to better see him and realized there was a bandage over his face at the edge of his right eyebrow, extending to his hairline. "What the fuck happened to your face and why didn't you wake me up when you got in? I meant to stay awake and wait on you. Why..." He cut me off and pulled me in and kissed me. It wasn't a quick, chaste kiss. I felt myself calming as he spoke in his gentle, calm manner. "Things really ran off the tracks at the Boyd house. " "That seems rather obvious, Stew," I said. "Are you all right? Have you been seen by a doctor?" I began to examine his bandage which appeared to have been applied by a professional care giver. "Yes, buddy. Calm down. I'm really okay. I really am." "What the fuck," I asked. "I really think I need to tell you something and I hope you won't be upset. I'll be honest though. I'm not sure I can focus on explaining lying here with you," he said. His warm hand continued to brush across my chest, twirling the ginger hair and occasionally tweaking one of my nipples "I'm loving it too. And I'm sorry I freaked. Tell me what's going on, buddy." I said. "How about we go down and fix some coffee. I know we don't have too long before time to get our boys to the pool. There's obviously a lot to tell." "I kissed him and he kissed me back. "Honestly, I'm glad you're okay. In the final analysis, that's all that matters," I told him. He kissed me once again. We headed for the bathroom and he peed while I brushed my teeth. Then we switched and headed downstairs. As I made coffee, he produced a large box of giant cinnamon buns from our favorite bakery. "I picked these up last night, knowing the morning might be rushed. I think they might hold our boys till after swim team." "That will be great. The boys love those. Now sit down here and tell me what happened and how you got hurt." He sat and sipped his coffee. I stood up and kissed his bandage one more time. "Okay, but there is one more thing. And I really hope you won't be mad at me," he began. "Stewart, I can't think of anything you could do that could make me really angry." "Do you mean that?" he asked. "I really do," I said. He leaned in and kissed me on the lips again. "Stewart, I love this. Really I do. But you better start spilling the beans before our boys wake up," I told him. "Sorry, he said. "Well the first thing I need to tell you is that we have a guest staying in my bedroom. I hope you don't mind, but I felt I had no choice.." "Stewart, I trust you completely. There isn't a bone in my body that would ever doubt a decision you make," I told him. "Thanks for that," he said. "Well, Donald Armour is asleep in your guest room. That is Bill and Shirley's son," he said. "Right, "I replied. "The one who is a sophomore at Auburn." "I have never felt so for a kid in my life," Rob. "When I got to the airport, I met their daughter, Janet and her husband, Moose at the gate. I could tell he'd been drinking, but I could understand that. His wife's father had died very suddenly and, well, I just understood. We got their luggage and headed over to Shirley's house. Before we got a half mile from the airport, Moose said, and I swear to God Almighty this is the truth, Rob, he asked if the little faggot brother of Janet's was at the house. I was very surprised that Janet didn't speak up, but she said nothing. I told him that was certainly no way to refer to his own brother-in-law or to any other human being. He didn't like that and started in on how he wouldn't even sleep under the same roof with that little faggot." I was amazed that Stewart could even relate these events so calmly. "I told him that Janet's brother was indeed at the house and that was exactly where he should be at this terrible time for the family. He wasn't having it. He was threatening to kick the shit out of the boy and, well, it was too terrible to even tell you all he said." "So what did you do?" I asked. "Well, in the middle his rant, Janet started sobbing, saying she really needed to see her mother. He told her to `chill the fuck out' and he was anything but sympathetic but I thought he had calmed down. Janet was begging me to take her to her mother's house. I suggested taking them to a motel but Janet insisted we go to the Armour home so that Janet could see her mother. I advised Moose that after Janet saw her mother I would take them to a motel. I hoped to calm him down and that he might be more reasonable when he sobered up. He promised to stay in the car when we finally got to the house and I took Janet in. As you would expect, Janet and her mom broke down when they saw one another. I thought had pretty much persuaded them to let me take Moose to a motel and get him checked in to sleep things off. Then Janet's brother came down the stairs. He shyly said hello to Janet and started toward her with his arms out for a hug. When he got to her, and I tell you, I've never been more shocked in my life than when she drew back her hand and slapped the living dogshit out of him and said, `You have no business being here, you dirty little faggot!' I was beyond stunned. For the first time in my life, I was actually speechless. I started toward Janet and Shirley with the intention of, not only preventing further violence, but thinking, I guess, that I could calm them down. Neither was having it. They both turned on Donald. Janet started spewing some of the most vile shit, saying his being a faggot was because his daddy had spoiled his sorry ass. Janet even accused her brother of sucking her daddy's dick. I've heard some vile shit in my life, Rob, but nothing close to this. I had thought Shirley was actually a Christian woman. I just never..." I took this sweet man in my arms and stroked his cheeks. Big tears were rolling silently down his cheeks. "Rob," he said gently, "How can people treat people so badly – especially people they re supposed to love?" I just held him and let him cry it out of his system. He wasn't sobbing, just crying big, silent tears. When the tears subsided, I asked him how his head had gotten injured. "Sorry, "he said. "I'll try to finish. Of course Donald was stunned by this behavior. I don't think he'd ever heard words like that from his mom's mouth. I realized I had to get him out of that home so I went to him and put my arm around his shoulder. Can you even imagine how the kid must have felt, Rob? We were almost to the door when Janet screamed at him to `get out of here and take your faggot preacher with you.' I looked back only to see her grab a china or porcelain figurine off the mantle and throw it toward us. I'm not sure who it was aimed for but she caught me right in the forehead. I think I was out briefly but it couldn't have been more than a few seconds. I woke up actually seeing stars as Donald was helping me out the door. He was in tears. As we left, I heard Shirley crawling up her daughter's ass for breaking her `Lladro'. I didn't even know what that was until Donald later told me at the hospital it was some kind of expensive shit his mother collected. Can you believe that? They treated a family member that way and the only thing that woman cared about was her fucking Lladro?" I, too, was speechless. He recounted had Donald had helped him back to his car where Moose was passed out on the back seat. Stewart said he watched as the lithe swimmer pushed his linebacker brother-in-law out of the car into the yard, got in and drove him to the hospital. "It only took a couple of stitches," Stewart explained. "The doctor said to watch out for signs of a concussion but I don't remember what those were." "One of the signs of concussion is not remembering what the doctor told you, you precious dumbass!" I said. We hugged and laughed for a minute or so, and then we just held each other. "So you brought Donald here and put him in the guest room, I said. You actually ended up in my bed because you had to put someone else in yours?" I asked. He took my hand in his and said, "I had every intention of sleeping or maybe even not sleeping in your bed last night. I really did. I think." I believe I understood that but we didn't have more time to talk as Ren and Casper came down the stairs saying they were starving and all dressed to go. Stewart went upstairs to wake our boys and our guest. I poured juice and milk for the boys and popped the cinnamon rolls into the oven. I got my hugs from Ren and Casper. Both seemed well-rested and perfectly fine. I worried that last night might have gone too far but I saw absolutely no sign of that. Both boys were smiling and both seemed happy. What more could a dad ask for? At that moment, we heard a tapping on the patio door as Jack and Coach came in bearing two of coach's special spinach and bacon quiches. The morning meal was turning into quite a feast. Coach went to Ren and Casper, both of whom greeted him with hugs and kisses on the cheeks. Just as Coach popped his culinary gifts into the warmer oven Stewart came down with his arms full of Landry followed by a really cute stranger with his arms full of Flynn. Stewart introduced Donald to each of the boys and to coach. He looked a bit surprised when all greeted him with hugs. It was the best smelling kitchen ever as the cinnamon buns heated. I almost had a moment as I looked at this room full of boys and men I loved so much, but I maintained. I think Stewart felt that too as he walked over and put his hand on my back as my baby boy leaned down to kiss me. "You're now a seven year old. Are you too big for a kiss from your daddy," I teasingly asked him. "I'm never too big for daddy kisses," he said with a giggle and proceeded to cover my face with kisses. I noticed Stewart had poured more coffee for himself and juice for Jack. It all felt so normal and natural, I thought to myself. Donald chose juice, saying he avoided coffee as he is a swimmer on the team at Auburn. Donald was a cute kid, barely larger than Ren. He had brownish hair parted on the side which fell down onto his forehead. Although he was short, he definitely had that long-waisted swimmer's body and I would've bet the farm there wasn't an ounce of fat on him. He and Jack were having a particularly animated conversation about swimming and I was glad to see Donald was, at least for now, diverted from all the drama of the previous night and the bullshit he was facing. When I caught his eye a couple of times, he returned my smile with a very sweet smile. He, Coach and Jack immediately struck up a conversation as we moved plates and silverware into the big dining room. I smiled as I realized the family we had created had outgrown our breakfast room. I had noticed Donald was affectionate with Flynn so my impression was that he had grown up unafraid to touch another person. That was surprising, given the story Stewart had related regarding his mother and sister, not to mention the asshole brother-in-law. In the midst of all the bedlam as folks were eating and refilling plates and pouring juice and coffee, the phone rang. I caught it on the third ring and it was for Landry. I put on speaker and we all heard a totally out-of-tune rendition of `Happy Birthday' from Uncle Joe and Aunt Susan. Landry giggled delightedly all the way through. When they finished and had spoken with the birthday boy, I got on the line with Joe. He said he knew things were probably a little crazy at our house but they wanted my boy to know they hadn't forgotten his birthday. They said they were both fine and really hoping we could visit soon. I told them that both boys had been selected to swim events in next Saturday's meets. Joe was quiet for a moment. Then he said, "Rob, I just wish Marcie could know what a great father you've turned out to be for her boys. You know she loved them." "I know, Joe, I said. "Thank you for saying that and for loving my boys." "I love you too," he said. We signed off and I went back as all the guys seemed to be finishing their breakfasts. Decisions were being made as to who might ride with whom. I stayed out of the discussion, figuring I would drive whomever got into my vehicle. I had figured Stewart would not join us, given the Boyd situation. He said he had invited Donald to join us and he was excited to do so. I told him I thought he was a sweet kid, or at least he seemed to be. Stewart said he had always been the apple of his father's eye. He was still in disbelief over what he had witnessed the night before. "We never know what really lies below the surface, do we?" I said. "No, my friend, we do not." he said. He pulled me in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I looked around but no one had seemed to even notice. It someone did, they didn't seem to give a shit. Stewart and I loaded Landry and Flynn into the Navigator and headed out. Coach was transporting Ren and Casper. Jack had invited Donald to join them and he had accepted. "How do you think Donald is doing, Stewart?" I asked. "I think he's an amazing kid. You've told me how resilient your boys were after all the bullshit with your mother-in-law but I honestly found it hard to believe." He glanced into the back to make sure the boys weren't hearing our conversation. They were in their own little boy world. "What are you going to do about the service for Mr. Armour?" I asked him. "I'm not sure," he said. "I will do whatever Donald wants me to do. Bill's wish was to be cremated so I'm fairly sure that has been done. As far as I'm concerned, that bitch, her daughter, and the asshole husband can do as they please. All three of them can go shit in the ocean. I'm pulling a Pontius Pilate and washing my hands of those bigots.' "Spoken like a true man-of-the-cloth," I said. We shared a laugh. Seriously, I'm not going to put myself in danger there," he said. If I didn't have a son to raise, I might feel differently, but I will not jeopardize his future by putting myself intentionally into a dangerous situation. It would simply be irresponsible." "Do you have an associate pastor to work with them?" I asked. "I will not permit that. I won't allow a person I'm responsible for to put themselves in a dangerous situation any more than I will allow myself to do it." he said. "I'm sure the widder and the assholes can call the good Reverend Fee and he'll do it if the price is right. I had heard a couple of rumors that Shirley had been visiting Point of the Cross Cult. That old whoremonger Fee will do anything for a buck." "Whoremonger?" I asked. "Really? I haven't heard that one in a while." "Yep. Whoremonger," he said with a smile. He held my hand the rest of the way. When we arrived, we regrouped. Donald joined Stewart and me as we took our boys in to meet their team and Bradley. The minute Donald and Bradley saw each other they ran to embrace warmly. Donald came back over to where Stewart and I were sitting with the other parents. I asked about how he knew Bradley. Donald said the world of collegiate swimming is really quite small and a bit incestuous. He blushed a bit as he realized he had used that word but he went on. "I love that guy," Donald said. "He's a terrific swimmer and one of the nicest guys I've ever known." Donald went on to explain that the two boys had competed for years. He said that competitive swimmers hate to lose, but it always hurt less to lose to Bradley because he was such a good guy and a good sport. Stewart reached over to hug the kid and Donald didn't flinch at all. I was convinced someone had loved that kid and hadn't been afraid to show it. Stewart said he and Donald would stay and keep an eye on Landry if I wanted to go over and check on Ren. I thanked them and headed to the other pool. The first thing I noticed was that Coach was wearing his whistle on the red cord. That made my dick twitch. The difference was obvious between the two groups of parents. At Landry's pool, the parents – mostly moms – really weren't paying much attention to the boys. They seemed much more interested in swapping stories and chatting. That was not the case over here. There were more dads than moms. I noticed many of them shouting at their kids. The group at the other pool was chatty and smiling. This group was pretty much the opposite. I was glad Coach had warned me about this. Several of the dads and one of the moms gave me dirty looks. I honestly think they would have gleefully cut my throat. I sat down on the bleachers and just watched for a while. As Ren was swimming, I heard one of the dads say "wonder whose dick that rookie sucked to get on the relay team." I was certain it was said loud enough intentionally for me to hear. I simply turned and smiled. Inside I wanted to rip his fucking throat out but I thought that would probably not be well-received. I noticed that Ren was not wearing the orange Speedo he was wearing when we left home. I remembered seeing him in it because, well, really, who could forget my kid in that orange Speedo? I noticed Jack was wearing athletic shorts instead of a Speedo, which was also unusual. I let it go, deciding I'd find out what was going on a little later. Ren swam really well. It was a joy to see the kid swim. Coach said he was a natural. I knew nothing about competitive swimming, but the kid did seem faster than most of the other kids and there was just a smoothness to his strokes that few of the other kids had. I vowed right then and there that I would never become one of those cut-throat fathers, no matter how good my own kid might be. After my son swam his timed one hundred, I could tell it was good. Coach ran up to him excitedly and actually picked him up in the air. That got looks that kill from the asshole group. I could tell from their body language that Ren was swimming well but I really didn't know what the fuck was going on. I realized I would need some tutoring from Coach on how to be a better father to a competitive swimmer if that was going to be happening. I spent my time watching the boys swim and no other parents made any attempt to engage me in conversation. Stewart, Landry, Flynn, Bradley and Donald were walking up to where I was just as the team was preparing to do the relay. They all sat down to watch. When it came time for Ren's leg of the race, both Donald and Bradley jumped up as Ren went into his turn. I didn't know what in the hell was going on, but I stood too. The guys started yelling for him and urging him on. They knew something I didn't. Bradley and Donald went running down when the race was over and jumped into the pool, along with Coach and Jack. They were all hugging my kid and I didn't have a clue. It was obvious Stewart was as puzzled as I was. Landry and Flynn were in their own little world but I knew Ren had done something because the devil-dads and devil-moms were glaring at me like I was Rosa Parks at a Klan meeting. "What the fuck's going on? " Stewart whispered to me as we walked over to the group. They were all in the pool. Practice was done and the other parents started getting their kids and heading to the dressing room. I still didn't know what everyone was so excited about until Stewart pulled Donald over to us and asked what all the excitement was about. "Donald asked me, "Are you sure your son has never done any competitive swimming?" Stewart and I assured him of that. "You've got to be shit...um...kidding me." He was blushing realizing he had dropped a bit of profanity in front of his pastor. Stewart gave him a smile, a wink and a hug. Then he continued. "Your kid just swam his leg of the relay with a time within a second of the U.S. record. I began to understand what the excitement was about. My kid had some talent. I didn't know how I felt about it but I knew I was happy for my boy in this moment. My boy was getting hugs from Stew, and hugs from Donald and hugs from Landry and Flynn (although they had no clue what the excitement was all about.) Coach came back and lifted him again. When he put him down, Jack picked him up into the air. Ren was actually the calmest one in the group. He was smiling but he didn't see what he had done that was so remarkable. I put my arm around him and we went into the dressing room for him to change. Stewart waited on the bleachers with the younger boys but Donald went with us as he and Ren were having a conversation. Ren took off his Speedo and started drying his beautiful, hairy body. I think Donald was enjoying the show as much as I was, but Ren seemed oblivious to the attention he was getting. I asked him about why he was wearing a different Speedo. He quietly said he thought it best to tell me once we were out of the dressing room. I really hated for my boy to get dressed and cover his hot, hairy body but, alas, all things must come to an end. I knew we had a busy afternoon but I also knew these guys were bound to be hungry. Having confirmed all the party arrangements, I realized there wasn't really anything for me to do at home, so I took the boys to Burger King. All of the guys had ridden in my car as Coach said he had something he needed to handle. Jack and Donald were still excited over Ren's time and I was pleased to see how well all these guys were getting along, in spite of their age differences. Just as we ordered, Bradley came in. I had invited him to join us since I knew he and Donald were good friends. I figured Donald could use all the support we could surround him with for now. I pulled Donald aside and told him about Landry's party. I told him I would really appreciate it if he would join Bradley and Jack as the lifeguards for the afternoon. He was concerned that he didn't have a bathing suit with him. He didn't even have a change of clothes, given the way he and Stewart had left the family home the previous evening. I told him with this many swimmers in our group I felt certain we could find an extra bathing suit. He smiled and I put my arm around him as we walked back to rejoin the group. I was more sure than ever this kid had been deeply loved by someone. I told the boys that Donald had agreed to help out this afternoon. Jack and Ren immediately volunteered to loan him a suit. I realized that he could probably wear one of Ren's as this college sophomore was about the same size as my thirteen year old. Jack suggested that as soon as we got home, Ren could grab a couple of suits and bring them to the guest house, where the kid could try on his and Jack's. I thought I'd love a front row seat at that fucking fashion show. I silently told my dick to settle down. The boys were really ravenous and wolfed down their burgers. Then they all had ice cream. Stew and I abstained. I knew I'd be wearing a swimsuit this afternoon around all these hot boys and wanted to look as good as possible. The car was noisy on the way home. Landry and Flynn were excited about the party and the boys were still talking about Ren's time on his relay leg this morning. Donald talked about how much he loves being on the swim team at Auburn and how he had been hoping to get to the Olympic trials in two years. He said he had always dreamed of being an Olympic swimmer, but he acknowledged that is every swimmer's dream. I was surprised at what a congenial group this group of boys was. I loved that the college guys treated the younger boys as equals. When we got home I saw Alejandro's truck in the driveway. He said he had finished the work at my place and was about to head back to Sam's where he had dropped off his two older boys to work. He came up and gave me a warm hug, thanking me for inviting his baby to Landry's party. He said Maria was planning to drop him off and he was very excited about having been invited. As he hugged me again, I wondered how a guy could work outside in the heat and still smell like fresh pine. His muscular little body and his scent made me want to throw him down in the driveway and fuck him. He also said goodbye to Stewart and said he would be finishing up the work Stew had wanted at the church later today and tonight. I didn't know what that was about, but I didn't ask. We walked into the house and Jack, Donald, Bradley, Jack and Casper headed up to Ren's room to grab a couple of swimsuits for Donald to try on. Stewart settled Landry and Flynn in the family room with puzzles. At that moment, the caterers from Big Bob's rang the doorbell. Stewart said he would direct them out back and show them where to set up. They started unloading food into the kitchen and it looked like enough food to feed an army. I decided to head out to the patio to make sure everything looked okay just as the boys came back downstairs. I walked out and couldn't believe what I saw. In the three hours we had been away, Alejandro had turned my backyard patio and swimming pool area into the fucking hanging gardens of fucking Babylon. Not only were there large concrete containers of mums, snapdragons, and pansies of every size and color, there were hanging baskets in the pergola and huge potted green plants, including gigantic peace lilies everywhere. But that wasn't all. He had placed large groups of multi-colored helium balloons, It looked like a thousand but I'm sure the real number was at least a couple of hundred. I was absolutely speechless. Alejandro and, I assumed, his boys, had done all of this since we left for swim team practice. Stewart walked up behind me and put his arms around my waist. "You like it?" he asked. I was still speechless, as were all the boys. Landry and Flynn had come out to see. We couldn't believe what the guy had done. "Like it?" I asked. "I fucking love it!" All the boys laughed that I had dropped an f-bomb, including Stewart. "Stewart," I said, that guy is just amazing. I told him I trusted him and to do whatever he thought necessary. I never imagined he could do this. I don't really care what he spent but it must have been a small fortune." "You've already paid him for the first two months. The extras are a little gift from Flynn and me. You've put a roof over our heads and done so many other things for us," he said. "I told him to make it beautiful. I think he succeeded. I will tell you, we're borrowing the larger peace lilies for church tomorrow but then even those will be coming back here. I hugged him. "You lovely bastard!" I said. "No, you're the lovely bastard," he said. `No, you're the loveliest bastard in the whole world!" I said. "You win," was his reply. We held each other as the boys were admiring all that Alejandro had done. Then Jack said they better run and let Donald try on some swimsuits. I know I would have loved to join their merry band and I think Stewart would have too. Just as they were going into the guest house, Coach drove up and joined them. "You lucky bastard," I thought. Stewart and I went back inside with the younger boys to check on the caterers. His cell phone rang and he excused himself to take the call. He went into the library and closed the door. He was gone for about fifteen minutes. During that time, I was showing the caterers around the kitchen and generally helping them find where everything was. I went into the living room where I checked the bar to make sure we had plenty of wine, beer and ice. I was a little short on beer, so I stocked the chiller. I went ahead and opened a couple of bottles of red to let them breathe. I also made sure there were no spots on any of the glassware. I realized I was feeling a little nervous and realized that making a good impression on these parents was important to me. I'm not sure why, but I was very much feeling Marcie's presence on this day. I hoped she would be proud of the relationship I was building with my boys. I realized I wanted to make sure I didn't let Landry down. I heard Coach's voice in the kitchen asking where I was. I went in and grabbed him in a hug. He returned the hug. I grabbed beers for both of us and led him into the living room. "How's the fashion show down the way?" I asked with a chuckle. "I met Donald," he said. "Another hot boy – just what you need around here. We hugged again and enjoyed a laugh. Stewart came out of the library, having just finished his call. He looked concerned so I asked him what the problem was. He said there was no problem that he knew of yet, but the call had been strange. He said it was a lawyer from the congregation – Bill Boyd's lawyer, as a matter of face. He had heard about what happened at the house after Bill died and he had learned Donald was staying with us, at least for now. He said he really needs to speak with me as soon as possible. I suggested tomorrow, but he really wanted to talk today. I hope you won't mind, but I told him to come by this afternoon. I explained we were having a party for your son. He said he would be discrete and would find me when he arrived. I don't know what this is about but he sounded serious." "Stew, I'm glad you told him to come on. When he arrives, we'll find you guys a quiet place to talk. I looked at the bandage on his head and noted a tiny bit of seepage. I asked Coach if he would take Stewart upstairs and check the wound. I told him where the kit was and they headed upstairs. I was glad to see these two hitting it off so well. Just as they hit the stairs, the doorbell rang again. It was the magician. He had brought a small portable stage. I took him outside and showed him where to set up his stage. I made sure he had a bottle of water and he was taken care of. Then the crew from the guest house arrived. The boys of Baywatch never looked that good! Bradley, Jack, Donald, Ren and Casper came into the foyer, all in tiny little Speedos. To say Donald looked good doesn't even come close. He was maybe an inch taller than Ren, but he had obviously done some bodybuilding. His pecs were beautiful and each was topped with a hard brown nipple. I swear the boy's nips stood out from the muscle a quarter inch. He too was totally and completely hairless. Every inch of his body was as smooth as a baby's butt. He had on a pink Speedo I had never seen so I assumed it was Jack's. He had great, muscled legs and a bubble butt on the boy wouldn't stop. Jack was his usual gorgeous self in his aqua Speedo. Bradley and his giant schlong were in his tiny little white Speedo and Ren was wearing a hot yellow one. His body had only a few blonde-ginger hairs on his chest, and he had blonde hair on his legs. I knew what was hidden by that suit and it was beautiful. A big part of me hoped he wouldn't shave a hair off that beautiful body but I knew that I would support him if he chose to do it. I would support him and love him. I looked at Casper and couldn't believe how quickly his body was changing. It looked he had grown an inch and dropped at least five pounds in the week he had been here. His body was totally hairless and his dark nipples looked as edible ever. His face was getting more angular by the day and his dark straight hair framed his face with those beautiful almond-shaped dark eyes. It was like having a hot, hot boy buffet in my foyer. I told the boys I thought it might be fun to have them answer the door and direct adults into the living room and kids to the pool. Coach was wearing his gray athletic shorts and I wondered if he had a Speedo or a jock under those. He volunteered to station himself at the pool while guests arrived to keep an eye on the early arrivals in the pool. Ren and Jack said they would grab Flynn and Landry and get them in their swimsuits. Coach said he couldn't believe what I had done with the yard and the grounds. I told him I had nothing to do with it. I pointed to Stew who pulled me in for another hug. I knew I felt a hardon in Stewart's pants sand I wondered what was causing it. I wondered if it was Coach or me or the buffet of young boy flesh standing in my foyer. Then I realized it really didn't matter what was causing it. A hardon is a cause for rejoicing, whatever the cause. I anticipated the guest should start arriving at any time so the boys gathered in the living room while Coach headed out to the pool. I did a last check on the kitchen where things seemed under control. Stew had agreed to help me in serving beverages to the parents so I felt we were ready for Landry's party. At that moment Ren and Jack brought the guest of honor and his buddy Flynnie into the living room in their little Guppy Speedos. They jumped into our arms and started showering our faces with kisses. I don't know who had started that but I loved it. Each would try to outdo the other in giving his daddy more kisses. What a lovely moment for a dad.