Date: Wed, 27 Nov 2019 15:25:21 +0000 (UTC) From: Fritz Subject: Raising Boys 35 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 35 It had been a long Sunday. We woke up in Nashville on Sunday morning after a great Saturday where Ren swam his ass off at a swim meet at Vanderbilt, I had reconnected with an old friend, we had all gone to a Vanderbilt game and had a wonderful evening with my friend, Coach, Jack and Ren. We had made it back to church and then spent the afternoon at Alejandro's ranch, swimming with all of his boys. It had been an incredible day and Stewart and I were winding down in the hot tub, enjoying a quiet moment together when he tells me he thinks he's ready to fuck me. I know opportunity doesn't always knock twice so I'm up for it. "I need to go up and tuck Ren in and we need to check on our babies," I said. "Sounds great to me, "Stewart said. We got out of the tub. I was still rock-hard and so was Stewart. In fact his dick was standing as straight up as I had ever seen it. It had been a very horny day, hanging out with naked Alejandro, naked Shaggy and all our naked boys. I was ready to be fucked and Stewart was expressing interest in getting his first piece of manhole. We draped our towels around our necks and headed upstairs. We stopped in to check on our boys. Their little naked bodies were spooning and it was a sight to see. These boys were becoming as close as any brothers and it made us happy to see that. We kissed our boys and tucked the covers around them. I was going in to check on Ren when Stewart again asked if he could join me. I welcomed him and we went into Ren's room. He was reading the first chapter of Les Miserables, the book Stewart had given him earlier. He gave us one of his smiles. I asked him how he was doing with the book and he said he liked it so far. He said it was definitely a little heavier than he was used to but he liked the idea of a challenge. He said they had all talked about it on the way to see Shaggy's house. Shaggy had gone to see the musical in Atlanta with Bill and he told us it was one of his favorite memories." "So you guys talked about Les Mis instead of doing sexy stuff?" Stewart asked. "Yes, sir," Ren said. "I think we were all thinking we might do some sex stuff on the way down to the house, but it was like we realized what an emotional day it had been for Shaggy so none of us did. Shaggy told us that any of us were welcome there any time. He explained that he didn't have any kids but he loved being around us. He told us he'd be there for any of us if we ever needed him. He also said we were all sexy boys but he wouldn't play without dour dads talking to him first. I think that's fair." "Son," I said. "I think that's very fair. Shaggy is a good man and I trust you with him anywhere, anytime. I'll let him know that. You guys are more mature than we sometimes give you credit for. We're really lucky dads to have sons like you. I sure do love you, Ren." "I love you too, dad," he said. "And I love you, Stewart. I'm really glad you and Flynn are here." "I love you like my own, kiddo," Stewart said. "Don't ever forget that." We hugged and kissed my boy. I reminded him it was a school night and encouraged him to find a stopping place in his reading shortly. We got into my bedroom and Stewart was still hard. He kissed me and I knew I was ready for this man to fuck me. I went in and turned on the shower and took my bulb syringe out of the drawer. I was filling it with warm, soapy water when Stewart walked into the bathroom. I'm not sure he had ever seen one of the devices, but it's pretty easy to figure out what it's for with just a look. He smiled an evil little smile. "You're using that?" he asked. "No, sailor, "I said, "you're using that. On me." I explained briefly how Coach Jordan had taught me to use one before we ever did any anal. I showed him how to fill it and he had already figured out where to put it. He was excited by the prospect. I could see his dick twitching and jerking. I let him rub the lubricant onto the cylinder that would be going into my butt. I think he was excited about learning new things. We got into the shower under the hot water. He kissed me, and then I turned my back to him and braced myself on the shower wall. Stewart went to one knee and began to gently part my butt cheeks, looking for my hole. When he found it, he teased me for a bit with his lubricated finger. It felt terrific and I was leaking pre-cum. He got some of it on his finger and stood up and fed it to me. I realized that with both of us so excited, this could be the shortest fuck in history. I was loving it when he slowly inserted the syringe into me. He fucked me with it, smiling the entire time. When he had it all the way in me, he kissed me again as he began to squeeze the bulb and fill me with the hot water. When all the water was in me, he gently removed the syringe and began to rub my tummy as he kissed me. After a few minutes, I was feeling pretty full so I excused myself and left him in the shower while I went into the enclosed toilet area. As I sat, I heard a cell phone. I heard the shower turn off but I couldn't make out his conversation. I knew it was not likely good news this late in the evening. When I came out, I could see Stewart was getting dressed in the bedroom. He already had on slacks and a shirt. He had put on deck shoes with no socks which was highly unusual for my preacher man. I went into the bedroom and could see he was upset. "I'm so sorry, Rob..." he began. I put a finger to his lips. "Stop apologizing," I said. "Just tell me what's wrong as you finish dressing and tell me what I can do to help." "There's nothing you can do," buddy," he said. "It's a member of our congregation. His sixteen year-old daughter has been hit by a car. I don't know how serious it is, but he needs me." "Of course he does," I said. "Just please be careful. We need you and Flynn needs you too. Why don't I get Jack or Bradley to drive you?" He calmed down. "No," he said. "I'll be fine. I promise I will. I'll be back as soon as I can." "Don't worry about Flynn," I told him. "You know we'll take care of him." "I do know that," he said. "And I'm glad my boy is in good hands. He kissed me and hugged me for a moment. "You know," he said, "with just a little practice you could be the best damn preacher's wife in the whole wide world." I swatted his ass as he hurriedly but quietly left the house. I went to bed but couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about the parents of the child who was injured. I couldn't imagine how any parent could cope with that kind of tragedy. I tossed and turned for about an hour and then I gave up. If I couldn't sleep, at least I could be with my own baby. I tiptoed into Landry's room where both those naked boys were still spooning. There was plenty of room so I eased in beside my sleeping boy. Holding him, I went to sleep immediately. I woke several hours later. It was still dark. I looked at the clock and it was a few minutes till four. I realized someone else was in the room with us. I looked over and it was Stewart. He was sitting there just watching us sleep. He looked tired but he still looked beautiful to me. I got up and hugged him. We left the boys' room and went to my bedroom "You look exhausted," I said. "I'm pretty tired," he said. "It was a pretty rough night." "Are you okay?" I asked him. "I am now that I'm home with my boys and you," he said. I started helping him undress. He was passive and he let me take care of him. I raised his arms as I pulled the shirt over his head. He looked so hot with a little five o'clock shadow. I rarely got to see that as he was fastidious about being clean-shaven. I liked the way it scratched a little when he kissed me. I undid his pants and lowered them. I could see a tent in his boxer briefs. I went to my knees and took his hard cock in my mouth as I took his briefs off. He was moaning and I was already getting some pre-cum. It was sweet and had a slight cinnamon taste. It was delicious. It was all I could do to take my mouth off his sweet dick but I knew he had wanted something else earlier. "Do you still want to fuck me, preacher man?" I whispered. "More than anything," he said quietly. I led him over to the bed and pushed him onto the bed, lying on his back. His dick was so hard it was almost parallel to his body. He cock was twitching and jerking. I wanted to calm him down just a little. I lay down beside him and started to kiss his neck. He was moaning softly. I raised his arm and began to lick his pit. He still smelled like English Leather. I knew he wasn't going to make it long enough to fuck me. I wanted to give him pleasure. I slid down his body so that my face was at his cock and engulfed it. He tried to resist for about five seconds, then he fed me his hot, creamy delicious load. I held his cock in my mouth for a bit then moved back up to share it with him. I was too late. He was sleeping soundly. But he had a beautiful smile on his face. He still had his arm extended over his head, revealing that beautiful pit. I lay with my face there, drinking in his beautiful scent and we both slept. When my alarm went off, I grabbed for it and silenced it before it woke Stewart. I didn't know what he had to deal with last night but I knew he had been exhausted. I got up and, fearing I might wake Stewart by showering, I went into the guest room to shower. I forgot to bring clothes or a robe with me. I knew I would be alone in the house so I just decided to go naked. It felt really great running around my kitchen nude. I was beginning to think Landry was the smartest of all of us. I put together a breakfast casserole and made cinnamon toast. I started some potatoes but used frozen instead of fresh. I poured myself a cup of coffee and decided to go out and get the morning paper. It felt daring to go out and get the paper naked but no one saw me. I saw Jack and Bradley leaving for their early swim practice. Coach must really mean business if he's having them in the pool at 6:30 in the morning. I wondered if that might be his way of culling the lazy ones from the swimmers who really wanted to get serious. He was a damned sharp guy, so I knew he had a reason for this, whatever it might be. I looked in the paper for mention of the incident that Stewart was called about the previous night but there was no mention of it. The house felt eerily quiet so I turned on the small television in the kitchen thinking it would just be some noise. I tuned it to a local station and turned the volume down low. I went to wake up our little ones. Both were in loving moods this morning and wanted lots of hugs and kisses. I was glad to oblige. I got their clothes laid out and they started dressing. I went in to wake up Ren and he was coming out of his bathroom, his hair wet. "Good morning, dad," he said. "I just finished showering. I'll be ready in about ten minutes." "No rush, kiddo," I said as I hugged my naked boy and kissed him on the cheek. "Didn't you shower last night?" I asked. "Uh, yeah, I did but..." "Say no more, my boy," I said. "You woke up horny and wanting to play with yourself. Am I right?" "Of course you are, dad," he said, blushing. "Actually I had a wet dream and made kind of a mess so I thought I better hit the shower. Dad, I think I was dreaming about what you said yesterday about you and me and Yugo and Alejandro. When I even think about that, I get really hard." "So I see," I chuckled as we both watched his uncut pecker thicken. "You better settle down, boy," I said. "Don't be tempting your horny old daddy." "I love my horny, sexy daddy," he said. He gave me a passionate kiss. "Whoa boy," I said, "it's a school day." "I know," he grinned. "Can't blame a guy for trying can you?" I went back down and the boys were sitting at the counter. They had poured their own juice and milk and were proud that neither had spilled a drop. Ren came down and he looked terrific in a pink and pale green plaid button down shirt that looked great. "Son, you look extremely handsome today. I don't think I've seen that shirt, have I?" Actually it's one Donald gave me. He had bought it but it was a little tight through the chest. He had me try it on and it looked nice, so he gave it to me." "He's a sweet guy," I said. "I sure do miss him," Ren said. I had the food on the breakfast table and the four of us sat down to eat. Just as I was about to take my first bite, Flynn pointed to the television and yelled," There's my daddy on tv!" We looked and sure enough, there was Stewart standing just behind a man I recognized as Reverend Fee. Fee was in front of several microphones from local stations and was speaking. He talked about how he and his lawyers would be filing suit against a restaurant and against the city for not providing adequate safety precautions for our city's children. All of a sudden, Stewart stepped between Fee and the microphones and said, "Why don't you call Michael Teague and have him handle your case? Or better yet, have your secretary call him for you if she's not too busy su..." At that point, Reverend Fee took a swing with his fist at Stewart but he missed, his fist slamming into what looked like a concrete block wall. Reverend Fee howled like a dog and bedlam broke out. "Oh shit," I said. Landry and Flynn exploded with laughter at my use of a word we had discouraged them from saying. Ren knew the story and he was laughing at what he saw on the television. The second I heard Ren's laughter, I exploded into laughter myself. The phone rang. It was Samantha. She was howling with laughter. "You tell that precious preacher friend of yours I'm making a major contribution to his building fund;" she said. I told her I didn't know a thing about this. "You must be watching channel 31," I said. "No, honey," she said, "I'm watching channel 48. All three local networks are carrying it and I hope it ends up on CNN!" I told her how Stewart answered a call last night and didn't get home till 4 a.m. I promised to call her later if I had any juicy details. The phone rang again. It was Gil. "How's our cage fighter preacher man?" he asked, laughing out loud. I gave him the same information I gave Sam. The phone rang again. It was Michael. "Tell preacher I owe him a bundle for the advertisement he gave me last night," he chuckled." I gave him the same info I gave Sam and Gil. I realized we had to leave for school so I herded the boys out as the phone continued to ring. When we got to the elementary school, Ren walked in with me and the little ones. We ran into Miss Anderson in the hallway. "Mr. Ross," she said, "wasn't that little Flynn's father on television this morning?" she asked. "Yes, ma'am," I said, "it sure was but I'm afraid I have no idea what was going on. He is a pastor and he was visiting one of his flock when it happened. He didn't get home until four this morning so we haven't talked yet." "Well, she said, "I certainly hope he is all right. I am trying to remind all the parents that we are doing a show and tell in class tomorrow. I want each of the children to bring something interesting from home to show the class and tell them the importance of." "Thank you, Miss Anderson," I said. "I'll be certain the boys bring something to participate." "Maybe Flynn should bring his daddy's brass knuckles," Ren said. At that line, I was howling. I dropped Ren off and headed home. It felt nice to have some free time. When I arrived home, Alejandro was there with a load of mulch. He too had seen the morning news and wanted to know that Pastor was okay. I assured him that he was and that Stewart was still sleeping. I went upstairs to find Stewart was still out like a light. I decided to call his office to make sure they weren't expecting him. Just then the doorbell rang. Derrick came in to start the work in the basement. Derrick was a burly, handsome guy with light brown hair. He had a beautiful, broad chest with a slim waist and a meaty bubble butt from hell. I had heard he had been a star football player in high school. He had won the Mr. Alabama Football Award as top player in the state. He was awarded a full ride to Florida State. Unfortunately, the boy knocked up his girlfriend and ended up dropping out of school to get married and become a father. But he was a very sharp guy who had taken his dad's small construction company and turned it into a major player in the renovation business. I liked him and he had one of his guys, Jack, with him. Jack looked around the same age as derrick and was a smaller guy than his boss. He was handsome and I couldn't help noticing a thick tuft of brown hair trying to escape from the V-neck of his tee shirt. I offered both guys a cup of coffee and they accepted. We took seats at the breakfast table to discuss a couple of changes I wanted to make. Derrick had, of course, seen the news this morning and recognized Stewart, having met him once when he was here. He asked after him and I told him he was fine. Jack said he hoped old Reverend Fee had broken every bone in his fist. I realized there was another story there, but a look from Derrick and Jack shut the fuck up. I resolved to get the full story from him at some point. I told both of them to please make themselves at home while they were working here and told them if they needed a break and would like to do so, they were welcome to enjoy the pool and the hot tub. I knew both were responsible as they had the Samantha Vandenburgh Littlechurch seal of approval. Derrick said they might use the pool if I was sure we didn't mind and I assured them it would be fine. Derrick told Jack they might want to throw swimsuits in their workbags but I told them that wouldn't be necessary as we were an all-guy house and we usually didn't bother. Jack blushed a little but looked like he might enjoy skinny-dipping. I wasn't getting much of a read on Derrick but I really liked him and trusted the man's professionalism. I admitted to Derrick I had a little confusion about the name of the business and his name. He explained that Derrick was actually his last name and the name his dad had given the business. He explained that his parents had given him a first name he really didn't like, so from about sixth grade, everyone called him by his last name. I asked what his first name was and he blushed. "It was Claude," Jack volunteered. "Claude's not a bad name," I said. "It is if everyone in fifth grade starts calling you `Clawed Balls," Derrick said. We had a good laugh. I really liked both these guys. I had been worried about having strangers in the house so much for several weeks but now that I was getting to know them, I felt much better. After all, I had given them my gate code and the door codes so I had no choice but to trust them. They were going to be in our home from 8:30 till 3:00 most every weekday for the next several weeks. I was glad there was a level of comfort with them as I wasn't crazy about the idea of walking on eggshells in my own home for that length of time. The guys headed downstairs and I went upstairs to check on Stewart and to grab a shower. I was still feeling really horny after our interrupted session. I decided to use the syringe on myself and have a nice long jerkoff session. I had shampooed and washed my body. I was delaying inserting the nozzle, letting my anticipation grow. I knew how good it would feel when the lubricated cylinder slid into my hole and how great the feeling as the warm water entered me. My cock was already at full tilt thinking about it. I put a final gob of lube on it and put it against my boyhole when Stewart walked in. "Need some help with that, soldier boy?" he asked. "I'd love some help p if you're up to it." He walked over and took the syringe from me. He put his arms around me and started kissing me. His furry body felt so good it's hard to describe. He turned me away from him to face the wall and I braced myself. My dick was twitching, knowing what was coming and knowing who was doing this for me. With one hand, he turned my face to his as with his other, he slowly inserted the syringe into me. I moaned. The feeling was extraordinary. He held it in me once it was inserted. Then he began to pull it back and forth, fucking me with it while he kissed me and licked my neck. He squirted every drop of water in me and continued to hold it in place. I was feeling pretty full but I didn't want to move a muscle. He sensed that I was feeling pretty full so he began to rub my hairy tummy. That felt amazing and he went lower and started to rub my ball sack. He wasn't touching my cock until he turned me to face him after withdrawing the syringe. We were chest to chest, pube to pube, face to face, and cock to cock. We were both hard. He guided me to the enclosed toilet and closed the door. I knew that he was waiting for me in the shower as I evacuated. I felt incredibly clean and, when I finished, I joined him in the shower. He gently bent me over and lathered up my hole for me. He washed my thighs and my crotch and lathered my chest. I wanted to suck his cock but he wasn't having that. "I believe I owe you a fuck and I always pay my debts" he said as we rinsed our bodies. We stepped out of the shower and I started to dry off. He wouldn't let me. He took the towel from me and dried my body completely, starting at my feet. It felt so good being totally in his control as he slowly dried my ankles and my thighs. He skipped the crotch area as he dried my chest, stopping for quick kisses to my nipples. He carefully dried my back and my buttocks. He took extra time as he bent me over slightly to dry my hole. I felt him lick my butt cheeks and I knew he was in the mood to explore. Then he turned me around and instead of drying my pubes, he took my hard cock into his mouth. He took it all the way without gagging. It felt wonderful. His mouth was hot and wet and I could have shot my load, but he didn't let that happen. He took his mouth off and careful dried my cock and my pubes. He guided me to the bed and I lay on my back as I watched him dry his body. It was so hot as I watched this sexy man slowly dry his body. I knew he was taking his time and he knew watching him was increasing my anticipation. He finally dried his thick sandy pubes and his cock. He threw the towel on the floor and began to gently stroke his dick. "Do you want this?" he asked. "Yes, sir," I said. He continued to stroke. I reached for my cock but he gave me a look and I understood I wasn't to do that. I put both hands at my sides. "What do you want?" he asked. "I want you to fuck me," I said. My own voice sounded strange. It sounded hoarse. I knew I wanted him to fuck me and I wanted it in the worst possible way. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Yes, sir, I'm absolutely sure," I whispered. "Turn over on your tummy," he said. I complied and I felt his weight on the bed between my legs. He opened my legs, exposing my furry ginger hole to him. I felt him spread my cheeks and he seemed to just look at my hole forever. It was hot and exciting to me. I was electrified when I felt his hot, wet tongue begin to lick my hole. It was just amazing. He licked around the edges then he went for it, trying to thrust his tongue into me. He was lapping like crazy and I was moaning. It felt absolutely amazing. Then he took his tongue away. I didn't know what he was doing for a moment, but when I felt his slick finger, I knew he had stopped licking me to put his finger into his own mouth. He teased me with the tip several times. Just when I felt he was ready to give the whole finger, he would pull it away. "Do you want it? "Fuck yes, I want it please," I begged. He chuckled. "What is it you want?" he asked. " he asked. "Please put your finger in me," I begged. "You really want it?" he asked in his quiet, low voice. "Yes, please," I whispered. Then he inserted his index and his middle finger into me. It felt incredible, especially as his thick fingers touched my fucknut. I was moaning, begging, whimpering. I am not sure how to characterize the noise I was making but I knew I was being loud and I didn't care. I knew I was getting a thorough finger fucking and he had found my spot. I reached for my own dick but he wasn't having that. "No," he said. "Not yet." I stopped trying and enjoyed the ride. He continued to pound my spot until I felt it coming. I began to spew my semen into the air. He missed the first spurt but none of the others. He had his mouth on me like a flash, taking my seed. As I began to breathe normally again, he made it clear he wasn't done. He removed his middle finger from me, leaving his index finger and moving it in and out of me very gently. It felt great. He took his mouth off my cock and began to slowly lick and suck on my nuts. As he slowly and gently fingered me while he licked and sucked my balls the feeling was indescribable. "Are you okay, babe?" he asked. "I'm great," I whispered. "Do you still want me to fuck you?" he asked. "More than anything," I said. "Will you promise to tell me if I hurt you?" he asked. "I promise." "I want to look in your eyes, while I fuck you, Rob," he said. He turned me onto my back. I gave him complete control and he took it. He raised both my legs and I bent my knees. I had again exposed my hole to him completely. He looked me right in the eyes and gave me what I can only described as an angelic smile as he lowered his head to start licking my hole again. It was like a kid who had been turned loose to explore. He did explore and I loved it. There was nothing rushed and when he finally entered me, it was unbelievable because his hard cock had just enough of an upward curve that it punched my p-spot on every stroke. When he finally came in me, we both dozed for a while. I woke first. He was lying beside me, his arm raised over his head. He had a nice little smile. I really hoped he had enjoyed it as much as I had. It was a nice, long fuck. He had taken his time and had seemed unafraid to try different positions. At one point he had raised one of my legs so he could watch his dick going in and out of me. He saw that I was watching him and gave me one of his smiles. This had to be one of the sexiest men alive and I was glad to have him in my bed. The camera in my mind made several snapshots that day to be stored in the album in my brain. We had both dozed for a while after he finally bred me. I woke up to the feel of his warm wet mouth on my dick. I was hard again so I let him do whatever he wanted. He gave me a nice long blowjob which culminated with me feeding him a second load. He came up and laid beside me, with his arm around me. I never felt safer than when we were like this. I now understood why Ren seemed to like it so much when he and I lay together like this. "Do you want to tell me about last night?" I asked. "I couldn't believe you and Reverend Fee. Were you actually going to say what it seemed you were going to say?" I asked. "Rob," he said, "I'm afraid I let my temper get the best of me. After seeing Kurt being treated so badly, I just kind of lost it. I shouldn't have said that about Michael and the secretary but I couldn't control my own mouth." "Well, I think you've grown your already rather large fan club," I said. "Samantha, Gil and Michael called within five minutes of seeing it and the phone was still ringing when I left to take the kids to school." "What are you talking about?" he asked. "How did they know about it?" "Stewart, it was on all three local channels this morning," I told him. "Fee was doing an impromptu blow off press conference when you walked up." "Rob," he said, "I'm so sorry. I swear I wasn't even aware of that. I was so angry I just wanted to lash out at the man." "Are you aware that he tried to slug you and hit a concrete block wall with his fist?" I asked. "I knew he threw a punch, but I was so angry I didn't even see where it landed. I got Kurt and got out of there." "Who is Kurt?" I asked. "Kurt is Meghan's dad. His daughter is sixteen," he explained. "She's the girl who was hit by a car last night. I really need to check on her but the charge nurse said she would call if there was any change." "What in the world happened?" I asked. Stewart explained that it was another episode in the wide trail of destruction Fee is blazing in this community. Kurt works on Redstone Arsenal and he slipped up. He had a onetime sexual fling with a co-worker when they all went to happy hour one day after work. Kurt says he knew he was wrong and he and the co-worker agreed to keep it a secret as both were married. Unfortunately, the co-worker told another person at work about it and word got out. You know how gossip travels. Before Kurt knew it, his wife heard about it and she was really pissed. They were members of Fee's church and the hypocrite-in chief took the side of the woman, as usual. Kurt has only been in our congregation for about the last six or seven weeks, since the wife and he split. He says he never liked POC but went there because his wife insisted and he was trying to set a good example for his daughter. Well, Meghan is a pretty smart kid and she learned that she could manipulate them easily once the wife kicked Kurt out of the house. She told her mother she was spending the night with a friend. The friend told her parents she was spending the night at Meghan's house. They planned on staying out all night with some friends, including some boys. They were all down at the Sonic Drive In. Apparently it is a game for them to all do shots of liquor and run across a four-lane highway to the other side. It's stupid and crazy but there are a bunch of kids who do it. That part of the street is not well-lighted and as Meghan and her friend were running across the street, a car hit Meghan. She was unconscious for several hours, but the MRI looks okay. She does have several broken bones and a ruptured spleen but it doesn't look life-threatening. Fee showed up as he always does when there's a tragedy he can exploit and set about doing his thing. He was ranting about how he would help the mother sue the restaurant and the city. That bastard's always looking for a payday. After he went off on Kurt I couldn't take it. He had the nerve to call Kurt an adulterer right there in front of two doctors and a pair of nurses. I would gleefully have killed him. "How is Kurt doing?" I asked. "I can't imagine having to deal with all of that." "I don't think he's doing well," he said. "He's living alone in an apartment. After fee and his wife went off on him I think he was feeling defeated. I could smell booze on him so I wouldn't let him drive home to the apartment. I offered to come and get him and take him to work this morning, but he said he would take the day off and Uber down to the hospital to pick up his car. He seems like a really nice guy and my heart goes out to him." "Well, you may not agree with me, but I think that's a pretty high price to pay for one little piece of tail," I said. "Rob," he said, "you should have figured out by now that I never disagree with you." He kissed me and pulled me closer to him. "Have you heard from Kurt today?" I asked him. "No, I haven't," he said. "I probably should call him." "Yes, you should, you horny preacher man," I chuckled. I handed him the phone as I headed to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I got under the hot water and started shampooing. After a minute, Stewart joined me. I noticed his cock was tumescent. "Are you still horny, preacher man?" I asked, touching his cock. "Seems like the more I get, the more I want," he said. "I'm glad to hear that," I said. As we showered, I kept teasing and touching him and he was fully hard again in no time. I hit my knees and took him in my mouth and gently played with his big, hairy balls. He started to gently facefuck me and it wasn't long before I got my reward. We finished our showers and went back into the bedroom to dry off. "Did you reach Kurt?" I asked. "No answer," he said. "I feel a little concerned about him. "Don't you think you better check on him?" I asked. "Definitely," he said. "I was really hoping to join you in picking up the boys this afternoon. I never get to do that and I love the look on the boys' faces when they see us in the hallway. That can never get old for me." "We have time to do that. Why don't we head by the apartment and check on him on our way to the school?" I asked. We have plenty of time unless you want another piece of ass, preacher man." "I'm afraid the preacher man is fucked out for today," he chuckled. "That's a shame," I said as I embraced him." That's a shame because the preacher man is a champion fucker." He really looked proud of himself. As he should have. Before we left, I went down to check on Derrick and Jack. Both guys were working away. They had been tearing out some sheet rock where the new shower would be. Both guys were shirtless and covered in sheet rock dust. I handed each of them a bottle of water. Both guys were shirtless and I noticed Derrick had an excellent build. His chest was very smooth and well-developed with no hair in sight except a nice thick patch of brown pit hair and he did have a moderately thick treasure trail.. Jack had a much more slight build, but he too had some nice muscles, particularly his biceps. He was the opposite of Derrick in that he was very hairy. He could almost rival my friend Rick when it came to hair on the upper body. I think he noticed me checking out his hairy tummy and he gave me a friendly smile. "Hope you don't mind us working without shirts, "Derrick said. "Not in the least," I said. "You may have thought I was kidding earlier, but I was being sincere. You can work naked around here and nobody will notice. And I meant it when I said you're welcome to use the pool and the hot tub any time you're here." "Thanks," Derrick said. "We may take you up on that." "Anytime," I said. "I really hope you will. I meant it when I said for you to make yourselves at home." I went back up to get Stewart and he was ready to leave. He had tried Kurt again but no answer. I could tell he was a little worried about the man. "Just so you know," I said, "Derrick and Jack will be working here for the next several weeks. I invited both of them to use the pool or the hot tub and told them both we're a clothing-optional household," I said. "Thanks for letting me know," he said. "It could have been a bit startling to find a naked man in the kitchen." We arrived at the apartment building where Kurt was living since his wife drove him from the family home. It was a very nice building in an upscale part of town. I went to the door with Stewart. There was no response to the doorbell the first two times he rang. He decided to try once more. After ringing the third time, we heard someone opening the door. The minute the door was open, I could smell the booze. It seemed Kurt had either been drinking all night or had gotten up very early to get started on another bender day. He was a good-looking guy. He had very light skin and very dark hair. He had one of the thickest mustaches I had ever seen and angular features. I could understand how a co-worker would be attracted to him. He was wearing a pair of loose cotton boxer shorts and his legs were very hairy. His chest led to a hairy tummy and it looked as though his pubic bush started just below his navel. He was beyond caring who might be looking at his body. He was pleasant, though and, with very slurred speech invited us in. We joined him and Stewart immediately headed for the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. "Kurt," Stewart began in a very matter-of fact-voice, "you have a daughter in the hospital. I'm not going to lecture you. I enjoy getting a snootful as much as the next guy. What I will tell you is that this is not the fucking time to do this." Kurt appeared shocked that his Pastor would use that kind of language. It seemed to have a somewhat sobering effect, as Kurt was certainly listening to him now. I went to pour coffee for all three of us. Stewart introduced us and Kurt thanked us for coming. He started to apologize to Stewart but he wasn't having it. "Stop that right now, Kurt," Stewart said sternly. This was not a side of the man I had seen before and I found it fascinating and sexy. "You've been through shit no person should have to go through so I'm not going to condemn you for hitting the bottle," he said. "I do expect you to straighten up for now to check on your daughter. It's what any responsible parent would do and, while I don't know you well, I know that you are a responsible parent." "I just can't believe this, Pastor," he said. "I have fucked everything up and this wouldn't have happened if I..." Stewart sat beside him and put his arm around the man. It seemed to calm him. He continued to drink his coffee. "If I had just behaved myself, none of this would have ever happened," he said. "I had always been able to control myself before, but this time I gave in and I got caught. I've always been careful." "So this wasn't your first indiscretion?" Stewart asked. "No, Pastor," it wasn't. There have been three others in fifteen years of marriage. I'm not proud of that but talking to you makes me feel a little better already." "Kurt," he said, "I assure you that I will never judge you. We are all mortals and we all have feet of clay. What you did is no worse than things I've done. You just got caught and it's unfortunate. Are you comfortable with Rob hearing all of this?" "Absolutely, Pastor," he said. "If he's a friend of yours I know he can be trusted. I haven't known you for long either, but I knew when I met you could be trusted. If my family had been in your church, this might have happened but I know you would have made efforts to reconcile things instead of stirring the pot and trying to further drive a wedge between me and my family. I realize I'm at fault and I have begged her to allow me to come home. Reverend Fee has suggested she cut herself loose as he tells her I'll keep doing it." "Rob," Stewart said, "I hope you will understand why I let myself get out of control last night or in the wee hours of this morning. If there is anything I can't stomach it is a hypocrite and Fee is just one of the worst. Nevertheless, I should have stayed calm and tried to deescalate the situation. Instead, I may have made things worse." "Pastor," Kurt said, "there was nothing you could have done to worsen things. Reverend Fee had ordered me out of Meghan's room just before you got there. I had tried to argue and he was threatening to call the sheriff to have me removed. He was all huddled up with my wife, supposedly comforting her but it looked to me like he couldn't keep his paws off her. I know what that man is. I tried to tell her but she wouldn't listen. We've argued about if for the last several years since he came back to town. I've seen him worm his way into relationships, trying to triangulate so he can take what he wants. He will try to break things up so he can get another female on his desk." Kurt had had a couple of cups of coffee by now but we were still concerned about him. "Kurt, do you have any family in town?" Stewart asked. "No, sir," he said. "My family is in Virginia and they don't even know about our separation. I haven't been able to bring myself to tell them." "Then welcome to our family, Kurt," Stewart said. "We're going to get you showered and cleaned up, and then you're going to ride with us to pick up our boys. Rob is going to pack a bag for you and you'll be going to our house for as long as it takes." "But Pastor," you barely know me. I can't let you..." "You can and you will," Stewart said. His voice had changed to a gentle, loving voice. "You are my friend," he said. "I love you, brother. We take love very seriously. When a brother or a sister needs us, we are there. You would do the same and you will do the same. You'll be staying with us for as long as you need to. Once we get you home and settled in, then we will go to the hospital and check on Meghan. She's going to need you and you will be there for her." Stewart was guiding him to the bathroom as I began to pack a bag. I looked over and Stewart had him propped in the shower, naked as the day he was born. I watched as Stewart himself took all of his clothes to join Kurt in the shower. It is so nice to see a shepherd showering with a member pf his flock. I was seriously glad I had given Stewart that last blowjob in the shower because Kurt was a very attractive man. His skin was very white and with all that black fur I could feel my own dick start some twitching. I had his bag packed and I watched Stewart help him to dry his body. He then loaded a toothbrush and we watched the man brush his teeth. He was considerably more sober now. After the shower, I could see what an attractive man Kurt really was. Stewart had shampooed his hair and it was now neatly combed with a part on the right side. As we helped him dress, I actually caught a little smile as Stewart helped him step into his cotton boxer shorts. I hadn't seen those very often in a while and my memory went back to when Coach Jordan had worn those any time he wasn't wearing a jockstrap. I had always found them sexy, probably for that reason. I decided I would buy some for Stewart if I could find them. By the time we got to the school, Kurt was asleep in the back of the car. We went in and got our babies and they were delighted to see us. We also saw Alejandro who reported he had been working at Jack's family home. He said Javi and Yugo would be heading there right after school and he was really enthusiastic about the place. He said it was so nice to have another vehicle now so the boys could head straight there to work. I asked him who would be keeping Yarro and he said he planned to take the little one home and keep him. I asked if it would help if Yarro went home with us to play with our boys. Alejandro said he would love to work with his older sons but he considered it an imposition. I told him that having Yarro with us was never an imposition and he consented to let Yarro go home with us. He said he would pick him up later. I told him we would be home all evening so he shouldn't feel he had to rush. He was very grateful. After picking up Ren, we headed for home with Kurt still asleep in the back. We explained to the boys that Kurt was a friend who had not been feeling well and who would be staying with us for a while. They accepted this information without questioning anything. Ren said he had a moderate amount of homework and I remembered that Coach Ennis was planning to drop in this evening to check Landry's progress with his independent study. When we got home, we sent the boys upstairs to change. Stewart went up with Kurt to settle him in the guest room. He suggested the man take a nap and then they would visit Meghan in the hospital. I started dishing up the fruit salad they loved as their afternoon snack. Ren came back down before the others and gave me a tight hug. I thanked him and asked if there was a reason for that hug. He said that there wasn't, that he just wanted a hug. I liked that. The phone rang and it was Coach confirming his time with Landry this evening. I told him that was good and he told me not to fix dinner as he was catering our evening meal. I knew we would be well-fed with him taking care of it. When Stewart came back down he had an interesting look on his face. I had no idea what it meant but I knew I would find out later. Our three babies came down the stairs right behind Stewart and all three were jaybird naked. They were all giggling as we helped them into their chairs and watched them enjoy their snacks. Landry chose this moment to ask Ren again about how he had done at the swim meet on Saturday. Ren was evasive, but Stewart told him that the boys really wanted to know because they cared about him. Stewart said he thought Ren should show them what he had won. I'm not sure that I could have convinced him, but because of the growing relationship between my son and Stewart, Ren reluctantly agreed to go up to his room and get his medals. When he showed the boys his medals, their eyes were as wide as saucers. They knew that gold medals were special. Landry couldn't possibly have been prouder of his big brother. "You know," Ren said, "These things are really too heavy for me to wear. So how about if each of you guys would wear one each for me tonight. They were thrilled as Ren ceremoniously placed a gold medal around each of their necks. These little boys could not have been more impressed if they were on the podium at the Olympics. They giggled and Ren kept getting hugs. It was the perfect scene for a proud papa. The boys wore the medals all evening. Ren started on his homework and we settled the three young ones in the library for Landry to do his assignment from Coach. I offered Yarro a puzzle, but he wanted to let Landry read to him as he was doing with Flynn. I hung around and loved the way all three boys seemed eager to learn. Any words the boys didn't know, Landry would help them sound the word out phonetically and they would talk about the word's meaning. I was wishing I could have videoed it for Coach when the man himself joined us. I realized he had been standing just outside the room watching me as I watched them. When they saw Coach, they all ran to him and got lifted in the air, hugged and kissed. Coach was great with kids and it was a joy to watch. He commented on their gold medals and they all told him about Ren winning them as if he hadn't been there when it happened. I asked Coach if he wanted me to entertain the other two while he was with Landry but he wasn't having it. He kept all three boys as I went to check on Ren. Stewart was sitting with him going over his work. There were no mistakes and Stewart hugged the kid, telling him what good work he was doing. Coach told me he had put dinner in the fridge and the warmer oven and I looked to find an amazing green salad with olives, artichokes and every other tasty thing known to man. I smelled something that smelled delicious and looked in the warmer oven to find a huge dish of lasagna. I could hardly wait. "Do you know how lucky we are, preacher man?" I asked him. He leaned close and whispered in my ear, "I sure, do, my little fuck bunny," he said. I knew Ren couldn't have heard what he said but Ren looked up and smiled at both of us as if he had figured out it must be something spicy. Ren wanted to swim so I told him to go ahead. He asked if he should wear a swimsuit since Kurt was here but I told him it would not be necessary. He headed to the pool and Stewart asked if he might join him. Ren loved that idea so Stewart told him he would be out in a flash. I knew Stewart was wanting to tell me something so as soon as Ren was out the door I asked what was going on. He grabbed cold beers for both of us and said it had just been a little strange. He had thought Kurt was fairly sober by the time we got home but apparently he was not. Stewart said he had taken him up to the guest room, showed him the bathroom and helped him undress to his boxers. He said he then helped him get into bed and when he did, Kurt pulled him in close and kissed him on the mouth. We decided he was probably still pretty inebriated and he probably thought he was kissing his wife or his daughter or even his girlfriend. Stewart kissed me very deeply and thanked me for the time we spent earlier. Stewart and I decided to hit the hot tub for a few while Coach still worked with the little ones. We got into the tub just as Jack and Bradley walked up to the patio. We invited them to join us and they accepted. I think we both enjoyed watching these cute boys strip off and get into the tub. Jack said Coach had told them he was fixing dinner for the gang and had invited them to join us. Both boys said their first day of the term had gone well. They said Coach had been pretty tough at their first early morning practice and a couple of the rookies were grousing. They asked how our day had been and Stewart blushed. Both boys knew we had been up to something. Stewart and Bradley seemed closer than previously which I attributed to their spending time together during the weekend. I felt that was a healthy thing for both of them. Ren came up from the pool and we invited him to join us. He accepted and came and sat in my lap. I loved having him sit in my lap with my arms draped across his shoulders and our bodies in the swirling waters. He leaned back against me and I felt so content I may have been purring. We caught the boys up on our guest, leaving out the more sordid stuff. Jack had heard about Stewart's Jerry Springer moment and Bradley thought that was one of the funniest things he'd ever heard. Stewart looked at his watch and said he should go up and get Kurt ready to go visit his daughter. He left us there and shortly thereafter, Coach came out, having finished with Landry. The three musketeers came out, still wearing their gold medals, wanting to swim. I took their medals and they headed to the pool. Bradley and Ren went with them, knowing some splashdown would be requested. Coach had Jack in his lap now sitting exactly as Ren and I had been just a few minutes earlier. He looked as content as I had felt. I saw Coach's hand drop below the surface and I could tell from the look on Jack's face that Coach was either stroking his dick or rubbing his beautiful smooth nuts. I went inside to get fresh beers for Coach and me. Just as I got to the fridge, Stewart and Kurt came into the room. I had not even bothered to grab a towel so I was totally naked. Kurt looked a little surprised, but not stunned at seeing someone naked in the kitchen. I apologized and explained the situation. He was very gracious and apologized for his condition earlier in the day. He explained that he hardly ever drank and on those occasions he did, it was usually beer or wine. I told him there was nothing to forgive and that I couldn't even imagine coping with what he had to cope with in the last 24 hours. Stewart took the man out to meet coach and Jack. He seemed amused watching little naked boys playing in the pool. Stewart said he and Kurt should be back within the hour. I told him we would plan to wait on them to have dinner. Before they left, Kurt gave me a hug and thanked me for my hospitality. I told him he was welcome here for as long as he wanted or needed to stay and that I looked forward to getting to know him better. Coach reported he was very pleased with the progress Landry was making. He also said that Flynn was doing very well and both, he felt, were benefitting from the program. He asked if our boy Jack had been behaving himself and I said he was an angel. "Yeah," Coach said. "The horniest angel in heaven." "Hmmm," I said. "The horniest little angel – sounds like a Christmas cantata they might do over at Reverend Fee's place." Coach said how very much he had enjoyed our time in Nashville and he hoped we could get together again soon as a group. I told him Rick was planning to come down this weekend so he should see him at Ren's swim meet. Jack said Coach would be spending the night in the guest house since they had another early practice in the morning. I could see the coach could hardly keep his hands off the boy. He would occasionally look around to make sure no one was watching and plant a deep kiss on the boy. I could see how much these two loved one another. As we were just relaxing, Alejandro walked up to the patio. "Got an extra boy I could take off your hands?" he asked. "We'd really love to keep him but I know you won't have any part of that," I said. We all stood up and hugged Alejandro. I knew the man had a long hard day at work but he still looked handsome and smelled wonderfully sexy. I invited him to join us in the tub and he said he would love to but his boys were preparing dinner for all of them. His baby came running up from the pool and jumped into his arms. I got out of the tub and walked them up to retrieve Yarro's clothes. "How is Mr. Kurt doing?" Alejandro asked. I told him he had a rough time as any parent would. Alejandro said he had met him two or three times at church and he had seemed very nice. I told him that Kurt was staying with us for the time being and Alejandro asked us to let him know if there was anything he or his boys could do for him. I agreed to that and hugged him and his beautiful son good night. We sat for a while and I just watched Coach and Jack. They were both hot and horny. I could tell from the way Jack was wiggling that he was trying to get Coach's cock inside him. I could also see that Coach was playing with him under the water. From time to time, he would put his hands on the boy's buttocks and lift his lower body float to the surface, exposing the boy's hard cock which was expanded to look as if it might burst. It was fun to watch him tease the boy, knowing that Jack would be very well taken care of before the night ended. I believe if they had some lube Coach would have fucked him right there in the hot tub.