Date: Wed, 11 Dec 2019 15:18:16 +0000 (UTC) From: Fritz Subject: Raising Boys 42 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. A special thanks to the generous readers who have made contributions in our name to non-profits which support children in crisis and to those who have made donations in our name to Nifty. It is the season of giving. I hope we can all find it in our hearts to do what we can to support the wonderful gift of stories found on this site. Again, thank you. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html RAISING BOYS 42 I had found the jack off session in the shower and the suck off session with Shaggy exciting. I didn't think it was something I'd want to do every day but it had made for a nice diversion when I needed one. I got in the car and headed for the boys' school. On the way, I dialed Jack's number. "Are you okay, Rob?" he answered. "Yes, buddy, I'm good," I replied. "I'm on my way to pick up my baby boys. I'm sorry to bother you again, but I need your shoe size and Bradley's as well. " "What in the world...?" he began. "Don't argue with daddy, pretty boy," I said. "Just your shoe sizes. We're all going riding at Alejandro's on Sunday and the boys and I are going boot shopping." "Rob, that isn't necessary," he said. "We can go by Saturday and pick up some boots. You don't need to do this for us." "I know I don't need to," I said. "I want to. If you don't give me your sizes in the next sixty seconds, we'll get you some pink-ass sissy Dale Evans boots and you'll never be able to show your face around another cowboy. Your sizes please," I said. I heard him explain to Bradley. He returned to the phone. "Bradley's a 10 ½ and I'm an 11," he said. "Hmmm," I said. "You're bigger than Bradley? I hadn't noticed." "You're being a bad dad," he chuckled. "I really am sorry to have bothered you again but I wanted to get this errand out of the way," I told him. "Rob," he said, "Please don't ever apologize for calling me again. Ever. I love hearing your voice whether it's on the phone or in person. We're almost home anyway, so it was no problem. By the way, would you mind calling Rick when you get home to find out when he'll be arriving? With Kurt there we may need to do a little shifting of bedrooms." "No, you won't," Jack said. "We talked to him last night. He has my cell number and he calls almost every night. I asked him to stay in the guest house and he accepted. I can't wait to see him and Bradley is very anxious to meet him." "You horny little fuckbunnies," I said. "I love every bone in both your horny little bodies!" I was waiting outside their classroom when our sweet boys came out. There was cute little girl with long blonde hair with them. She walked right up to me. "Mr. Ross, when is your other son coming back to visit?" she asked. "Sweetie, he goes to another school, " I explained. "Well I would like it if he would come with you again to get these boys cause I really like him. He's very handsome," she said. "Thank you very much," I said. With that she walked away. After buckling the boys in, we started for the Dairy Queen. Once the boys had their treats, I asked who the little girl was. "Flynn giggled. "That's Suzanne," he said. "She's got the hots for Ren", he chuckled. I was shocked at his use of the term but I pressed on. "She used to have the hots for Flynn and me," Landry said. "She tried to kiss both of us but Miss Anderson told her not to. "Our friend Paul says she's the horndiest girl in our grade," Flynn said. Horndiest?" I asked. "I don't think I know that word. "We didn't either till Paul used it," Flynn said. "He says it means she likes sex," Landry giggled. "Fuck me," I thought. I'm sitting here at the fucking Dairy Queen with two precious first-graders and I'm going to have to answer some questions. I knew I was going to give the boys honest answers. The price of not doing that was just too damned high. I was wishing to God Stewart was here. Or Jesus. Or the Holy Ghost. Or somefuckingbody. "I think the word your friend was looking for might be `horniest'," I said. Both boys said the word a couple of times. "Yeah, that sounds more like what he said," Landry said. Thank God we were the only customers in the restaurant. "Do you understand what the word means or do you have any questions?" I asked. "Does it really mean you like to have sex?" Landry asked. "It can mean that," I said. "You know how sometimes your willies get hard?" Both boys nodded. "That's how some people describe the condition when your willy is hard. Like if my willy is hard, I might say I'm feeling horny," I explained. "But Suzanne doesn't have a willy," Flynn said. "She showed us one day. We were outside and she took her panties off. There was nothing there." "There's something there," I explained. "Girls have different equipment than boys. Instead of a willy and a bag of grapes, girls have a little hole." "I'm glad I have a willy," Landry said, very seriously. "Me too," Flynn agreed. They were quiet for a couple of minutes. "Does either of you have any more questions?" I asked. Neither did. I was grateful but I knew the time was coming when we should have the talk and give these boys honest answers. I had seen up close with Derrick what happened when boys weren't given the facts. The thought of teaching these boys both excited me and scared the shit out of me. I was glad that I had Stewart and other supportive dads around me and I knew I could count on them. As we got into the car, my cell phone rang. It was Stewart's number but the voice I heard was Ren's. "Hey, dad," he said. The mere sound of his voice filled me with overwhelming relief. I felt myself tearing up but I got control. "How's my sweet boy?" I asked. "Dad," he said. "I'm great. I know you won't want to hear this but I loved the flight. Mr. Dawson, the pilot let me sit beside him and he told me stuff about flying. He's a super nice man and I like him a lot. Stewart and Kurt are great and we got here a couple of hours ago but the guys from the organ company picked us up and took us straight there and we've been really, really busy all morning and we just now took a lunch break and I'm sorry we didn't call as soon as we got here but we've been super busy." "Son, I said, "Nothing could make me happier than to hear that you're safe and having a great time. I mean that, Ren." "Thanks for letting me come," he said. "I love you," I said. He put Kurt and Stewart on the phone and both said things were going well. Kurt said he felt Ren's coming had been genius on Stewart's part as our happy boy had been the perfect buffer between two angry old white men. I was glad I had decided to let him go and I knew he would learn a lot. The boys were clamoring to talk to them so each boy talked to Ren, Kurt, and Stewart. When we finally signed off, I realized the call had lasted just over forty minutes. That was okay. I had heard my sweet Ren and he really sounded like he was having a great time. I really felt better about the whole thing finally and decided to enjoy the afternoon with my babies. We headed for Jack's Western Wear. I told the boys we were buying boots for ourselves, Ren, Jack and Bradley. I asked if they would help me select boots for the others and both enthusiastically agreed. We had two associates helping us. There was an older man, who introduced himself as owner of the store and his teen son, who had just finished his school day. He was a lovely kid who obviously loved helping his dad in the store. As it turned out, the older fellow was Jack and the younger was Jack, Junior, who went by Jackie. Both were incredibly helpful. I explained what we needed. I explained what our plans were and they seemed excited to help us. I explained Shaggy had given our friend's son a pair recently with his name embossed in the leather. As it turned out, Jackie had assisted Shaggy in choosing Javi's boots. He talked about what a nice guy Shaggy was and told us he had invited the kid to the farm to ride. The first pair Jack brought to me, I loved. They were comfortable. They had a bit of a heel which somehow made me feel very sexy. They were great looking boots and I felt it was quality leather. I was great with those and asked if he had the same boot in Jack's and Bradley's sizes. He did, so I bought all three pair. That done, Jackie was having a great time with the young boys. He had brought out several pairs and the boys loved them all. They tried on each pair and paraded around in them. I could see the boys really like Jackie and he had quickly built a rapport with them. They were having trouble with the decision. "Guys," I said, "I think Jackie might be the expert when it comes to boots. Would you guys agree? Both boys nodded. "How about if each of you pick your three favorite pairs and ask Jackie to select one from those three?" The boys nodded with enthusiasm. Each of the young ones selected their favorite three pairs. When they had done that, Jackie selected the same boot for each, Landry's in a slightly darker shade of brown than Landry's. "And so you don't get confused, we can burn your names into them so you will never be confused." "That means we won't get to show Jack and Bradley tonight," Landry said with disappointment in his voice. "Sure you can," Jackie said, "if your dad doesn't mind dropping them back here early in the morning. If he can do that, we can get them done tomorrow and you can pick them up on Saturday." The boys clapped their hands at this perfect plan. I was very pleased. I decided to get western shirts for all of us while we were there, so I told Jack and Jackie I would like to look at shirts. As I stood up, it was obvious I had a tent in my crotch. Jack and his son noticed. Both of them smiled at me. "Don't worry," Jack said quietly so the boys couldn't hear. "It happens to about 90 per cent of the men who come in her boot shopping. There's something about it. I think it may be the smell of the leather. Jackie thinks it may just be part of the whole masculine cowboy mystique. Don't worry. Erections are the most natural things in the world." "I couldn't agree more," I said. They had a really impressive selection of shirts. The young boys chose a bright plaid with snaps for buttons. I was having trouble selecting for the rest of us. Jack suggested I might like seeing them on and offered his son as a model. Jackie seemed happy to do so. I picked out a bandanna pattern in a blue color. Jackie proceeded to remove his shirt right there in the middle of the store. He was a great looking kid. He had smooth, milky skin with just a small patch of dark hair in the center of his chest. It was the kind of body that made your tongue hard. He raised his arms to show beautiful pits with nice patches of straight dark hair that matched the hair on his head. He was developing a nice treasure trail with dark hair around his navel. He was a thin, well-built boy. I liked the one he was modeling for Ren. "I'll be happy to try on more," he said. "I believed he was telling the truth so I had him try on several more. I could see he now had wood and I knew it was from showing off for a man. I had a feeling he and his dad had some great times after the store closed. I completed our purchases and gave him a card. He didn't put a shirt on as he wrote things up. He offered me a firm handshake as he thanked us for coming in. He said he hoped I might come back soon and said he works pretty much every day after school until wrestling season starts. He was just a beautiful, personable kid and I knew I'd love to get to know him a little better. "You're feeling better now, aren't you dad?" Landry said as we drove home. "Son, I feel fine," I said. "I always feel fine when I get some time with you and Flynnie. I love you guys." "Yes," Flynn said, "but you were sad this morning when daddy left with Ren and Mr. Kurt." "Did I seem sad to you guys this morning?" I asked. Both boys nodded. "I'm sorry," I said." "I hope me being sad didn't make you guys sad. I'm happy now because I know your dad and Mr. Kurt will take good care of our Ren while they're away. I just love them and I miss them. But I'm not sad now. Who could be sad with two sweet boys like you two?" We had arrived at home so I lifted them both and took them into the house. Jack and Bradley were swimming laps and both came in. They said they wanted to see their boys but I think they wanted to check on basket case Rob. I thought that was sweet. They offered to retrieve our packages from the car so I told them while they did that, I'd dish up snacks for them. When they got back with our packages, I had big bowls of fruit salad dished up with whipped cream on top. Both boys thanked me. They said they were excited about being substitute dads tonight for the little ones. I realized I hadn't told the boys I'd be going out, but they were totally okay with it as long as their heroes were staying with them. Flynn ran upstairs and brought down the Hardy Boys mystery Kurt had begun reading to them. "Will you guys read to us tonight?" Flynn asked. "You bet, "Bradley said. "We'll read till you're both sound asleep." They both clapped their hands excitedly. I told Jack it was up to them whether to order dinner inor take the boys out. I handed him a credit card. He tried to decline but I insisted. I sent the boys upstairs to change out of their school clothes. Jack and Bradley had towels wrapped at the waist when they first came in. Jack moved in close to me and gave me a kiss on the lips. "Has my sexy daddy got some secret plans tonight?" he asked. "Do you know how much I love it when you call me `daddy?" I asked him. Bradley moved in close to me. He gave me a kiss on the lips. His skin felt hot to the touch. "Can I call you daddy too?" he asked. I sensed that he was only half-kidding. Stewart had told me how disappointed this young guy was in his own father. I took his face in both my hands and held him close. "Nothing honors me more than for both of you beautiful boys to call me `daddy'. I mean that with all my heart." We did a nice three-way hug. I could have canceled my football date and have taken both these boys to bed and have been perfectly happy. I thought I better give the guys a heads up about our conversation at the Dairy Queen in case the little ones had more questions in their minds. I knew boys tended to think on subjects and come up with questions at a later time. I didn't want Jack and Bradley to be caught off guard. "Do you want us to answer their questions?" Jack asked. "I want each of you to do what you're comfortable doing and say what you are comfortable with," I said. "You're both incredibly smart guys and I totally trust your judgment. I don't ever want my boys or Flynn to be fed bullshit. Give them information you're comfortable giving them and information they're asking for. Nothing may even come up about it this evening. It could be another three or six months before the subject arises again, but we all know it will." Jack's towel fell off at that instant, revealing his hard cock. I could see Bradley had a tent in his towel too. "You boys need some attention," I chuckled. "Wouldn't you agree?" "Yes, sir," both boys said. "Bradley, drop that towel," I said. He did so, revealing his long, thick, cut cock. My mouth was watering. "Come over here, son," I said I could see an almost imperceptible shudder when he heard me call him son. "Go up to my bedroom, son," I said. "Your daddy will be right up." "Yes, sir," he said. "Jack, I'll be back shortly," I said. "Can you get the boys started on their assignments when they come back down?" "Yes, sir," he said. I gave him a deep kiss. He was hungry and horny. But I had to take care of his brother first. I headed upstairs. The little ones still hadn't come back down so I tapped on the door. Both boys came out of the bathroom. Neither had on any clothes and both were attempting to hide their hard willies. "Jack's waiting on you guys downstairs with your assignments," I said. "Are you ready to do that or is there something else you'd like to do?" "We're ready for our homework," Landry said. The boys headed downstairs and I went into my bedroom. Beautiful Bradley was in the middle of my bed, naked as the day he was born. He was slowly stroking his hard cock. I got on the bed between his legs. I still had my clothes on. "This is so hot," the boy said. I sucked both his big nuts into my mouth. He gasped. Stewart told me this kid had very limited sexual experience. I liked that. I let his balls drop from my mouth and began to lick my way down toward his hole, never touching his hard, cut cock. He had been stroking it. I told him to stop. He did. He put his hands on the bed beside him. He was already breathing heavily. I had a feeling those big nuts held some sweet cream and could barely wait to taste it. I was now licking his taint, getting it slick with my own juices. He was moaning softly. I looked up and he was watching my every move. Our eyes locked. I moved my mouth back up, licking his ball sac on the way up. I slowly licked my way all the way up his big, cut cock. It was hard as stone. He was anticipating me taking it in my wet mouth. As I was about to engulf it, he closed his eyes. I tricked him and instead moved up and gave him a deep kiss. I could tell he wasn't the most experienced kisser but he was definitely enthusiastic. He sucked at my tongue, darting his tongue in and out of my mouth. He was moaning now. "Please, Rob," he said. "Please what?" I asked. Please love me," he said. "I do love you, son," I said. "I always will." He kissed me deeply. As I moved my head toward his cock, he closed his eyes. I knew he trusted me. I wouldn't disappoint him, now or ever. I took most of his cock into my mouth. I wanted to gag but I resisted as I pulled off and spit on his dick to lubricate it more. I again plunged down on that big dick and almost got to the root. I spit once again right on the cock and used a hand to get it a little more slick. Then I went for it. I took his whole cock into my throat. I could hardly breathe but I knew I had every bit of the boy's cock in me. He was moaning. I wasn't sure he had that feeling very often. I contracted the muscles in my throat and he groaned. I pulled off to the tip then went all the way down again. I did that about ten or twelve times and that was all he needed. He began thrusting. I could tell he wanted to hold my head, afraid I would get scared and back off. He didn't do that. I didn't disappoint him. I continued to take that big cock all the way in and out of my throat. With each stroke, he moaned a little louder. My juices were covering his balls and his taint now so I teased his taint with my slick finger. He didn't try to move his hole away. I inserted the tip. He wanted more. I gave him my whole finger and increased my strokes on his hard cock. As soon as I touched his spot, I felt it harden. He was there and I let him thrust as I kneaded his little gland. I let him empty his big nuts completely. He was spent. He was pulling me up beside him. I shared his juice with him. "Thank you, Rob," he said. "That was the best I've ever..." I put a finger to his lips. "Shhh, son, you don't have to flatter me," I told him. "I'll drain those big old nuts any time you want me to." "Rob, that was amazing," he said. "I'd never lie to you. That mouth and throat of yours is amazing. Thank you." "Thank you," I said. "For being here with us, for loving me, for loving my sons, for just being Bradley. We lay quietly for a couple of minutes. "Rob," he said quietly, "Can I ask you something?" "You can ask me anything, absolutely anything, son," I said. "Will you fuck me?" he asked. "Sure, kid," I said. "You like getting it in your beautiful butt?" "I don't know," he whispered. "I haven't had it yet. I tried to let Gil, but he was just too thick. I thought about letting Jack, cause I love him and I know he'd be good. I just really think it would be special to have the closest thing to a father I'll ever have take my cherry." "Kiddo," I said, "you have no idea how honored I feel. I may be a little old fashioned but I like the idea of a daddy taking his boy's cherry when he's ready to give it up. I can't think of anything I'd like better. I wish I were free tonight. I'd like to make it special for you if you'll let me." "It would be special for me if we did it in the men's room at the Chevron station if it was you taking it," he said. "I love you, you beautiful, horny boy," I said. He jumped from the bed. "I better go get Jack," he said. "It's my brother's time to play and daddy has a date tonight," "I love you," he said. He left without bothering to grab his towel. I went into the bathroom, washed up a little and lay back down on the bed. A couple of minutes later, my beautiful Jack walked into the room, closing the door behind him. He dropped his towel and ran to the bed jumping in with me. "You sure are beautiful, son," I said. "I'm the luckiest guy in the world and I couldn't be more thankful." "Bradley thinks you're the best in the world. He says nobody has ever made him shoot that hard," he said. "Would you like the same treatment," I asked. "You bet I would," the boy said. "Can I kiss you?" he asked. "Of course you can". He did. Deeply. "I taste Bradley," he said, smiling. "I can jump up and brush my teeth," I said. "Don't you move," he said. "I love the taste of Bradley and I love that you give us both so much love." "You're soft again," I observed. "Yes," he said. "It went down while I was helping the little ones. They're both incredibly smart boys, you know." "I do know," I said. "And growing up much too fast for me. We had the talk about horniness earlier. Then when I walked up to get them they both were in the bathroom. They came out I am almost sure trying to hide their hard willies. I don't want them to ever feel ashamed of their bodies, Jack. How do I teach them that without them getting in trouble in social settings?" "Just keep doing what you're doing," he said. "You and Stewart are doing a great job. Don't be afraid. You may make some mistakes. But with as much love as they get from you guys, those boys will be fine." "I really appreciate your help," I told him. "You're helping me right now. As we had been talking I had him lying close to me. I had an arm around him, stroking his shoulder and his upper back. "You've got me hard again," he said. "Really?" I asked. "Show me. He jumped onto his knees thrusting his hard cock right into my face. I opened my mouth and he started thrusting. I took him all the way in and he started facefucking me. He was pumping hard. I knew h e wouldn't take long. I put a hand to his mouth. He knew what I wanted and he sucked two of my fingers into his mouth, getting them nice and slick. I went for his hole. He spread his cheeks giving me access even as he pounded my mouth. I gave him both fingers to the hilt and started pounding his spot. He was thrusting hard and fast. He went longer than I would have expected but I kept kneading his gland and I felt it start to harden fast. He was pounding my mouth now with his stone-hard cock. I worked that fuck nut like never before. He was moaning and gasping. I let him go. He started feeling me his hot seed. It was as tasty as Jack's cum always was. He collapsed on top of me, taking several minutes for his breathing to return to normal. This boy was the most energetic fucker I ever met. He put his all into every single time. He rolled over, lying beside me. I put my arm around him. "I love you," Jack," I said. "I know you do," he said. "I love you too. I always will." "Did you and Bradley talk any or were you too busy?" he asked. "You bad boy," I said. "What did you think we were doing up here? All we did was talk." He laughed. "Yeah right, and I'm Jack, King of the Jews," he joked. "Yes, we did some talking," I said. "Did he tell you he really wants you to fuck him?" he asked. "He's still a virgin. He tried to let Gil do it but his cock was too thick. I think Bradley was a little tense and he already knew what he really wanted. He's glad now because he really wants you to do it. He really thinks of you as his dad, like I do." "That makes me happy," I said. "You make me happy," he said. He replace d his towel on his waist and headed downstairs. I was right behind him. The boys were just finishing their work and Bradley had checked it. It was flawless and he pronounced them the smartest boys in the world. "Oh great," I said. "My lot in life is to have the two smartest boys in the world and the two horndiest." The big guys and I all broke up laughing. The younger boys were laughing too but they weren't sure what they were laughing at and I wasn't even sure they remembered our conversation a short time ago at Dairy Queen. I saw I had another hour and a half before I expected Derrick so I asked if anyone would like a swim. I had four takers plus myself. I undressed on the patio and followed the boys to the pool. The older boys could see that I was hard. Both boys smiled at me. If the younger ones noticed, nothing was said. We had fun in the pool. The older boys kept teasing me by brushing my hard cock under the water. They would laugh as they did it. Each of the boys seemed to compete to try to make me hornier and hornier. I was ready for a beer. I got out of the pool, still with a raging hard on. This time Landry noticed. "Daddy, you better go pee," he said, pointing to my hardon. "No, son," I said. "I don't need to pee. Daddy's just feeling horny." Since I'd been caught I didn't bother with a towel. I had just gotten a beer when the doorbell rang. Derrick was about thirty minutes early. When I saw who it was I went to the door naked, my hardon leading the way. I opened the door and he looked a little shocked. He didn't hesitate to hug me though. I apologized and told him we had all been at the pool and I had been horny all day. I told a little white lie that I hadn't had time to masturbate and he seemed to buy it. He said he'd wanked between fights with his wife. I thought he was kidding but he wasn't. She had given him hell about going to his son's football game. She had wanted him to take her to dinner instead and he had refused. He said she had started throwing shit. She had called Der `the little rapist' and threatened to call the cops if he ever showed up there again. If he was telling the truth, her bad behavior was escalating. I wasn't sure it was safe for either of them to be around her. I wrapped a towel around my waist and invited him out to the pool to meet my boys. Derrick looked great. I had only seen him in work clothes or a jockstrap. Tonight he had on a deep blue button-down shirt that made his blue eyes even bluer. He was wearing khaki slacks and a navy sport coat. He seemed even taller and more muscular dressed like this. I realized what a striking man he was. He smelled great and I recognized his fragrance as a Perry Ellis one. I didn't know the name of it but it was perfect on him. I could see why a woman would have latched onto this man in Vegas. He was a stunning man when he dressed up. I introduced the older boys first. Each came to poolside and Derrick reached down to shake their hands. I introduced my baby boys and they too reached out to shake. "I need to head up to shower, guys," I said. "We do too," Jack said. "We're letting our boys decide where to go for dinner tonight. Any place they want to go." We stopped in the kitchen for beers while the boys went ahead of us to shower. "Man," I said, "I'm sorry that you're going through this stuff," I said. "You didn't have any idea what she was like before you married her?" I asked. "Hell, Rob," he said. "I didn't draw a sober breath between the time I met her, the time I married her and the time I brought her home. I should have had my nuts cut off before I ever left for college." "I know you don't mean that," I said. "You've enjoyed chasing the puss for a long time." "Maybe," he said. "But honestly, Rob, my only regret would be that I could never have fathered such a great son. I am looking forward to you meeting him. He's just a great, great kid." "I'm looking forward to meeting him too," I said. "Come on up," I said. "Unless you're uncomfortable with it, we can talk while I jump in the shower." "I'm in," he said. I noticed we had pounded those beers so I grabbed fresh ones for both of us. We got up the stairs and I told him he could sit on the bed while I showered. He sat down and I started the shower. He sat on the foot of the bed where he could see into the shower as we talked if he wanted to. "Will either of your parents be at the game tonight?" I asked. "Mom died a few years back," he said. She was a sweet lady but not particularly warm. She helped dad out with the business in the early years. She had the seed money and a head for the numbers and was very bright. I'm not sure dad would have survived if she hadn't been there. Of course today we have all kinds of accountants to take care of things. In the days dad started out, that just wasn't available. It was a tough slog. Giving an estimate these days is plugging a bunch of numbers into a computer. It wasn't always like that. Mom was from a very old family in these parts. She brought money into the marriage. Her family always looked down on my dad and I didn't like that from the time I was very young. Of course, dad had done well by the time I went off to college. Mom could barely face the girls in her bridge club when I came back with my tail tucked between my legs bringing a pregnant wife. It's kind of a blessing now that she's gone. At least she doesn't have to see this wolf bitch that I brought home this time." "Will your dad be at the game?" I asked. "I'm sure he will," Derrick said. "He's never missed one of Der's games just like he never missed mine. He loves the kid inasmuch as he is capable of loving anyone. He's just not the dad he was before my gigantic fuck up. It's like he was never able to get past it or to forgive me." "Derrick," I said, "Did you ever really ask your dad to forgive you?" He didn't answer. I was finished showering by that time. I came out of the bathroom drying my hair with the towel. "I heard no answer," I said. "I'm guessing the answer is no." "I did say "I'm sorry, but I was a pretty cocky young guy back then. He had really liked the idea of having a hotshot football player for a son and he thought I might even go pro. It was never so much about the money I might make as it was about showing mother's family his seed was good. I really believe that. There was no way he would ever have forgiven me. And now it's going to be even worse. I'm in a $350,000.00 house and it cost me nothing. Dad built it for me. He always hoped I would straighten up and raise my son. I've failed on that." "Not yet, you haven't," I said. "Derrick, I'm t he last guy who should ever offer advice on how to get along with a father. My dad lives just about three hours away and we haven't spoken in years." I shared with him the story of my dad being a serial adulterer and how he had left mom and tried to hide assets and married a trophy wife and had, in general been a son of a bitch with whom I had no relationship and no desire for a relationship. "But I tell you this," I said. "If I'd had to crawl across three miles of broken glass, be tied to a tree and have flesh whipped from my bones, eat his trophy wife's nasty cunt, and suck his nasty old smarmy dick to hang on my boys, I'd sure as hell have done it. You better believe that and if you're as serious as you say about wanting your boy, you might want to start loosening up your jaw and getting ready to suck some daddy dick." "I want my boy, Rob," he said. "No matter what it takes." "Then you'll make it happen," I said. We went downstairs and found two naked little boys going through our packages from the western store. They were dying to give Jack and Bradley their presents. The boys were still naked as they had showered with the boys. Jack and Bradley opened their boxes and admired their boots. Nothing would do but that they try them on. Those two naked, smooth boys in nothing but cowboy boots would have made a statue hard as they modeled for the boys and us. Our little boys also put theirs on and started modeling them. We were all laughing so hard we were almost crying at the sight of two college guys and two first-graders, all smooth as silk and naked as jaybirds, modeling in my foyer. Landry knew I was leaving. He reached his arms up to me and I picked him up and squeezed him. Flynn walked over to Derrick and put his arm on the man's leg. Derrick looked down at the boy for a second then held out his arms. Flynn reached up and this big, muscled man picked up that naked boy. Both of them started kissing our heads and our faces as they giggled. Landry then reached his arms out to Derrick. "Can you handle two?" I asked him. "I'm not sure but I'd sure love to try," he said. He lifted Landry into his other arm and my boy began to kiss him. I watched as Landry tried to put a hand around Derrick's big bicep and as he realized it would take two hands. "Wow!" Landry said, as he gave the man a wet kiss on his cheek. I saw tears forming in my friend's eyes briefly, but he never stopped smiling and the boys didn't see that. "I think we better be taking off," I said. "I'm not sure I can leave these sweet boys," Derrick said, smiling and kissing each of the little boys. I got hugs and kisses from them and then from Jack and Bradley. Derrick watched as I hugged the older boys and kissed each one lovingly. We couldn't get out the door without one more round for each of us from Landry and Flynn. When we got into Derrick's truck, we sat in silence for a couple of minutes. "I'm not sure I could ever leave that house, Rob," he said quietly. "I've never been in a place with so much love." "I treasure my boys, the ones I made and the ones I've adopted. Wait till you meet my older son," I said. You will love that kid. He's beautiful, he's smart and he's wonderful." "It's easy to see that Jack and Bradley love you just as much," he said. "I really don't think I could ever leave home if I had that. " "It isn't easy to leave. My older son is in Ohio for a couple of days and I haven't handled being separated at all well." I said. "The life I have with my boys is all the sweeter because I know I almost lost it all." He held my hand. Then he leaned over and kissed me. On the mouth. No tongue. Just a sweet kiss on the mouth. "You just kissed a guy," I said. "I know I did," he said. We smiled at each other as he cranked his truck. After seeing this man with my little ones, I knew he had a lot to give. He wasn't the gruff asshole he wanted people to think he was. He was a man with a warm heart. He had a warm heart and a very hard dick which didn't always behave itself. We drank our beers quietly as he drove. I felt him put his big hand on my thigh and I put mine on top of it. His hand was large, which I hadn't noticed. It felt very warm on mine. It felt good and safe and nice to be with this guy. I knew we had extra time before the game and I'd figured we might go to a bar for another beer. Instead, he headed on a quiet two land which seemed to be heading upward. "Where are you taking me, Claude?" I asked him. "Or should I call you Mr. Balls?" We both laughed and he squeezed my hand. "I'm taking you somewhere I never thought I would take any guy. If you're not objecting, I'm taking you up to the brow. I'd like to park and talk to you a little longer before we hit the stadium, it you're okay with that." "I'm good," I said. He pulled off the main road onto a little dirt road. It was very well-traveled. You could tell because the earth was tightly packed with no dust at all being raised. As we rounded a curve, the view was fucking amazing. You could see the lights from the entire city. There didn't appear to be another car in sight. "Where are we, Derrick?" I asked. "I didn't know this existed." "It's Noccalulu Road, but we always called it the brow. – as in the brow of the mountain. More cherries busted in this parking spot than perhaps any place you've ever been," he said. He turned off the truck. We still sat with his hand on my thigh and my hand on top of his. It was absolutely quiet here. "So this is the brow?" I asked. "Yep, if you'd grown up in these parts, you'd know it well. You should see it after the game. Couples come here to park and make out and do whatever kids do," he said. "It's very beautiful here," I said. "Peaceful and quiet. I haven't been here but I've heard of it. Samantha Vandenburgh told me about the place." "You know the Vandenburgh girls?" he asked. "I guess I should say the Vandenburgh women now." "Yes, I do," I told him. "I consider Sam a good friend although I haven't known her very long. I've not been around Bea very much but I like her." "They were two of the most beautiful women to ever come out of this valley below us," he said. "They were both Miss Alabama's. That was a big deal around here. First time ever if I recall. I've never actually met them. My mother's family and the Vandenburghs were not friendly. I have no idea why. I'm not sure my mother knew either but she didn't like those girls. But I've told you my mother wasn't a warm and fuzzy person." "I would love for you to meet Sam," I said. "I think she's a pretty remarkable person and one of my favorite people I've met in this town." We were quiet for a minute. "If you were talking to Samantha Vandenburgh, what would you tell her about me?" he asked. "I'd say Young Mr. Derrick is a pretty remarkable person and one of my favorite people I've met in this town." He looked surprised. "I think you're not being truthful." he said. Oh, buddy, you obviously have no idea who I am," I chuckled. "You really think that about me?" "Of course I do," I said. "I think that' because it's the absolute truth. Derrick, you're a remarkable man who has let his hard dick get him in trouble several times, but that doesn't make you any less remarkable and you're still one of my favorite people I've met in this town. The fact you've got some problems in no way devalues who you are. I saw you tear up when you held my baby tonight, Derrick. I saw the face of a man with the capacity to love deeply if he's given the chance and is willing to let himself love and be loved. I think you're a beautiful conflicted guy who's been saddled with a lot of bullshit ideas about masculinity. But I'll tell you one goddamned thing. It is never too late. Never. But you've got to get off your ass and take control of your situation. You know what to do, Derrick. Just listen to your gut and your heart and stop listening to your hard dick." "I know that's been a problem," he said. "My heart and my gut are telling me I've got to make things right with my son, Rob. My son is my heart and to lose him would rip my heart out of me. My loyalty is to the son I made, not to some tissue in the womb of a woman I don't even really know. I'm sorry that happened, and I'll pay the price, whatever it is. I'll support that baby and its mother and I'll give them my house and every penny I have, but I want my son. If I could see even a fraction of the love I saw in your baby's eyes in my own son's eyes when he looks at me, I'd be the happiest man alive. And I don't know what you are to me either, Rob. Definitely a friend, maybe a lover. I've known I had some conflicts from the first time I remember thinking about sex. When I kissed you earlier tonight, I surprised myself. I never thought I'd do that. I want to get things straight in my head, because till I do that, I can't be an honest, loving father." We were still sitting there with his hand on my thigh and my hand on top of his. He took his hand off my thigh and put his arm around me. He pulled me in and kissed me again. It was like the first one, but then it changed. I felt him thrusting his tongue in my mouth. I opened up to him. He kissed me hard and wet and I gave it back to him. I knew this was something he had never done. I knew it was also something he had only let himself even think about when he drank too much or maybe at night in the dark in his bed with the darkness around him. It was something he never thought he would do. Something he had never thought he would let himself do. It was the longest, most passionate kiss of my life. The he pulled away from my face. But he held on to me just as tightly as ever. "If we didn't have a football game to go to, I'd...well... I'm not sure what I' do." he said. "I understand," I said. "I think I may have a big wet spot on the front of my pants, you sexy man. I'd do pretty much anything you wanted to do. But we do have a football game to go to." "We do indeed," he said. "We're going to watch my son play football."