Date: Mon, 30 Dec 2019 16:38:04 +0000 (UTC) From: Fritz Subject: Raising Boys 51 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 51 When I woke, there was bright sunshine coming through the windows. I was alone but not for very long. Stewart came in, bearing a cup of coffee and a huge cinnamon bun. "Good morning, sunshine," he said." He sat on the bed, handing me my coffee and giving me a kiss. "Stewart, thank you so much," I said. "Your taking the whole gang to a movie leaving me and Ren with Alejandro and Yugo had your fingerprints all over it. I really appreciate your being so considerate." "I love you, you lovely bastard," he said. "I knew you and Alejandro had been trying to arrange things with Ren and Yugo but life's been crazy. I'm glad I could help and, after seeing Ren's smile this morning, I know it was the right thing to do. That boy is glowing. I've been a little hard this morning thinking about when the time comes for Flynn and Landry, if that is something they choose. I look forward to our doing the same for those boys. Jack and Rick are fixing breakfast for the whole crew and they will be serving you shortly. They are doing a casserole that smells wonderful, but I have to get to the church. I'll miss you this morning but I excuse you and Jesus excuses you. I'll see you after services. I'll come by before we load up our little cowboys to head for Alejandro's. As much as they are looking forward to riding, they are all volunteering to stay here with you. The whole bunch in that house sure does love you, guy." "I love them too," I said. "You smell wonderful, as usual. I miss having you in bed with me. I've grown accustomed to your English Leather." "I miss you too," he said. "It won't be long until things are back to normal. Last night, the little ones were so worn out, but they were fighting sleep. We sat and watched them fight it until neither boy could hold his eyes open. Then Kurt, Bradley and I went to bed." "I hope you had some fun," I said. "I love those guys." "We managed to have a little bit of fun. I think Bradley plans to stay with you while everyone else goes to church," he said. "I can't imagine what that might be about. Can you?" "Not a clue," I said with a smile. "Yeah, right," he said. "I think we know he wants that cherry busted and he wants you to do it. Like Jack, he thinks of you as his dad now. I think that's wonderful. That kid is really cherry. He hasn't had it and he hasn't given it. He's tried once or twice, but no one's been able to take it. I sure as hell know I wouldn't try it and neither would Kurt. I always thought I envied the monster hung guys. Now I'm quite content with my willy." "That's a lovely willy you have," I said, "if I remember correctly." "I'm ready to give it to you again if you'll get recuperated and come back to our bed," he said. "I love all these guys but I really miss our quiet time and our sexy time." "I totally understand," I said. "I just somehow feel better when one of us in the house at night with our little ones. I know it's silly but..." "But you're a lovely bastard and a wonderful father," he interrupted. "Now I better head out before the flock wanders away. God forbid they all wander over to Point of the Cross." "That's where all the sheep go who want to get buttfucked by an ugly old freckled cock," I chuckled. We laughed and it felt good. He came back and gave me another kiss. Then he went off to tend his flock. About ten minutes after he left, I was debating on whether I should attempt a trip to the bathroom alone or should wait. My bladder was telling me I should make a decision when Bradley walked in with a breakfast tray. The tray even had a small vase with three red rosebuds in it. He set it on the bed and leaned down to kiss me. "I'm glad to see you, kiddo. First of all because seeing your bright face makes me happy and secondly, I need to go to the bathroom to pee and I don't want Rhett to catch me ambulating without an assist." "Come on, big guy," he chuckled. "I'll help you if you'll let me hold your ginger dick while you do your business." "I love hearing you young hot studs talk dirty," I said. I kissed him on the mouth and he felt hungry. We started to the bathroom with his arm around my waist. "That kiss felt a little hungry," I said. "Are the guys not keeping you satisfied?" I asked. "I love that we can be so honest, Rob," he said. "Stewart, Kurt and I had fun last night. But the truth is, I had trouble getting my mind off what you were doing with Ren and Alejandro and Yugo. I stayed hard the whole time we were gone to dinner and I really couldn't focus on the movie. I'm really glad you guys got the time. It also made me want it even more." He carefully aimed my cock at the toilet. His touch was gentle and his hands soft. I closed my eyes and took in his sweet fragrance. He was wearing an aqua Polo and plaid shorts which showed off his beautiful smooth calves and thighs. He had obviously just showered and he smelled clean and fresh. His breath was fresh and tasted of cinnamon as I kissed him. "You're getting hard, Rob," he said. "What are you thinking about?" he asked. "What do you think I'm thinking about, kid?" I asked. "With a beautiful young man holding my pecker in his soft hand and shaking the remnants of my piss from my cock and smelling wonderful and tasting so fresh and clean. I'm thinking about you and that beautiful body of yours." I was about three quarters erect at that point. He knelt down and took my cock into his mouth. It felt wonderful. "You might want to hold off on that if you're really planning to be my sitter during church," I said. "Are you good with that?" he asked. "Are you kidding?" I asked. "I'd love nothing better. I've thought about some alone time with you since you told me how you felt. I'd love to spend the morning with you. How would you feel if we took my breakfast up to the patio, son?" I asked. "That sound great," he said. "Jack, Ren, the baby boys and I did some swimming this morning. Maybe you and I can have a little pool time after everyone else goes to church." "So does that mean you want your cherry busted outside under a clear blue Alabama sky?" I asked. "I don't care if it's outside or inside, rainy, sunny, or stormy or in Alabama, Alaska, or Atlanta, Georgia. I know I want to feel you making love to me." "I sure do love you, kid," I said. "Let's make our way up to the pool. If you'll hand me my cane and just stay close in case I falter, I'd love to try walking by myself. As long as you're near enough to catch me, I think Rhett won't have a conniption." "Great," he said. He picked up my tray and we started up the path. I was having very little pain now and the dizziness was mostly gone, except if I stood too quickly. We walked slowly but I had no problem at all. I was pretty proud as I sat down at the patio table and all the crew came out for hugs. Both little naked ones came and jumped into my lap. "I missed saying good night last night, daddy," he said. "But Stewart and Kurt and Bradley all gave me extra kisses. So did my big brother. He told me you were fine and I'd see you this morning. I sure do love you." He threw his arms around me and hugged me tightly. I was content as Flynn did the same thing. "For some reason, my brother and Flynnie want a bath in the tub instead of a shower this morning, dad," Ren said. "Is it okay if we give them a bath in your huge bathtub? They saw some cartoon where a dog was in a tub full of suds and they want to do it like that. Rhett has offered to help me with them." "Of course it's all right, son," I said. "There's bubble bath under the lavatories. Just use plenty and you guys have fun. I hate to miss this." Ren and Rhett took a little one each and headed indoors. I began to eat my breakfast as Kurt brought me a fresh cup of coffee. "My God, this is another beautiful day," I said. "I know this beautiful weather streak has to end but I can't stand to see it happen. We've all enjoyed the pool so much. I really dread not being able to use it and it won't be long." "It is a shame," he said. I've come to look forward so much to these skinny-dip parties, Rob. I know tomorrow is likely to be a rough day for me. I should be dreading it, but I'm really not. I think part of me is looking forward to coming clean with my father and with my wife and my daughter or sister or whatever if she's there. There have been too many secrets, too many lies and too much shade for far too long. It's time to clean things up and clear the air." "What is the plan?" I asked. "Dad's flight is due in at 11:14. I plan to pick him up at the airport. He thinks we're going to visit Meghan in the hospital but we are going directly to Michael's office where he has a meeting set up with Paula to discuss the terms of our divorce at 11:45. Michael says the divorce papers are all prepared. I will also sign papers relinquishing any parental rights in regard to Meghan. If Reverend Fee wants to provide a place for Paula and her daughter to live, that will be fine. I understand Fee moved Shirley Boyd and her daughter in with him and his wife after the funeral. Then when he found out Mrs. Boyd would be inheriting nothing and didn't even have airfare to Indiana, he dropped them like a hot potato. What they do or where they choose to go or whom they choose to finger their cunts or butt fuck them is completely in their hands. I am done." My plan is for Michael to make it clear that Paula will agree to the divorce with no alimony, no child support, and she will relinquish our home to me. If there is any balking, we will present the DNA evidence that Meghan is not mine and is actually my own father's daughter with my wife. The investigator indicates that Reverend Fee and possibly his son have now moved into Paula's home. They will be told to vacate the premises immediately. It could get ugly, especially if Fee is there." "Surely that ugly buttfucker won't show up," I said."How do you think your father will take the news that Meghan is his daughter?" I asked. "I'm hopeful we can avoid telling that. I hate to hurt Meghan, but I have no choice here. If dad refuses to take responsibility, I have to play hardball. They will no longer be buttfucking under my roof. I have written my last check to that fatherfucking little tramp. I'm looking forward to clearing their shit out of there and calling an exterminator," Kurt said. "It should be quite a day," I said. "So Stewart, you and I will need to leave here about tenish?" I asked. "Are you sure you're feeling up to this, Rob?" he asked. "I wouldn't think of letting you do anything that might possibly be detrimental to you. You all mean far too much to me for me to ever do that." "Don't worry about that for a second, my friend," I said. "I'm determined to be there with you." "That will be great," he said. "Michael says the divorce papers are all prepared. Their future is completely in their hands. I am done." I had finished my breakfast. Rick brought me a fresh cup of coffee. After thanking him, I pulled his face down for a kiss. Jack walked out at precisely that second and he leaned in for a kiss. "I hope things didn't get too noisy for you guys in the guest house last night," I said. "It got noisy a few times," Jack said, "but we were making noise of our own." "I thought I saw a big smile on that pretty face this morning," I said. "I'm the one who should be smiling," Rick said. "This beautiful boy took my cherry last night," he said with a radiant smile. Jack sat down in his lap. "He barely shed a tear," Jack chuckled. "Are you guys for real?" I asked. "I never thought my good friend Rick would take a dick," I said. "You never thought your good friend would do a lot of things," Rick said. "There's nothing I wouldn't let this boy do to me and nothing I wouldn't do for him." He pulled Jack in for a long, wet kiss. "Sounds like it's cherry busting season around here," I said. "I thought that was in the spring." "I think you're confusing cherry busting season with cherry blossom season," Rick said. "That is definitely in the spring." "Any more of that planned for today?" Jack asked. "I hear Flynn is staying with you during church." "My how gossip makes rounds round here," I said. "I never kiss and tell." Bradley brought me a small sugared doughnut and fed it to me. "Thank you," I said and kissed him as he sat on my lap. "Rob," Rick said. "I was thinking that on the way to church this morning I might run by Lowe's or Home depot. With your permission I'd like to get a little adaptor for the showers in the guest house." "I have no idea what you're talking about, but I trust you and you can make any changes you like in my house," I said. "Well," he said, "this beautiful boy who fucked me last night also introduced me to the bag. It felt great, but I wondered if there wasn't an easier way to accomplish the same result. I went online and checked out plumbing supplies. There is an attachment to a handheld shower that has a stainless steel tube, just like the plastic one on the big red bag that delivers hot water from the shower directly into the butt. I thought I'd pick one up to try." "Sounds wonderful," I said. "As a matter of fact, it makes my butt twitch a little to think about it," I said. "Mine too," Rick said, "believe it or not." Rick kissed Jack again and they both looked as happy as any two people I had ever seen. I wondered if they might try to squeeze in a quick pre-church Sunday morning fuck. Bradley draped his arms around me and kissed me. He smelled wonderful. "What is that fragrance," I asked him. "It's a Perry Ellis fragrance," he said. "It's one Rick wears. Do you like it?" "Yes," I said. "It makes you even more delicious than ever," I said. "What if I just laid your little naked ass out on this table right now and took that cherry." "Rob," you're going to make me horny and your little ones may be down at any moment." I kissed him again and ran my hands over his smooth boy nipples. I felt something hard on his chest. I ran my hands under his shirt, feeling his smooth, beautiful body and found a whistle on a red cord. My dick was getting as hard as his nipples. I hadn't realized just how attracted I was to this cute boy. He wiggled and I felt my hard rub against his beautiful, muscled butt. "Careful, kid," I said. "You're making me seriously horny." "Good," he said with a smile. "I can't wait." "A little birdie told me that you are not only a virgin on the bottom end but also on the top," I said. "Is that true?" "Yes," he said. "All I've ever done is oral stuff. I've tried to top but I was always too big. Jack was going to let me but he said it just hurt too much so we stopped. I was going to do it with the girl I was dating last year, but she chickened out when she got a look at it. Having a large wang isn't what it's cracked up to be. Sometimes I feel like a freak." "Nothing freakish about you, you insanely sexy boy," I said. "I remember the day I first saw you at Landry's first swim team practice in that white Speedo. I had no idea you'd ever even bother to acknowledge my presence. I wanted you then and I want you even more now. You become even more beautiful and desirable to me with each passing day. I can't believe you want me to take your cherry, kiddo." "I love you, Rob." I held him as we both managed to settle down, knowing we didn't have too much longer to wait. Rick and Jack came down each with a nicely dressed little boy in his arms. "How was the bubble bath, boys?" I asked. Both boys jumped into my lap and began telling me how much fun they had in the big tub full of suds. "That was the wildest scene I ever caught," Rhett said, laughing. When I walked into the bathroom, Rick and Jack were completely covered in suds – every inch, even their heads. The boys thought it was too funny. "You seemed to enjoy it too, Rick said. "You were quick enough to jump in and join the fray." "It was definitely the most fun I ever had without a happy ending," Rhett said. We all laughed, even the little ones who had no clue what a happy ending meant. "Are you guys telling me that Rick, Jack, Ren, Kurt, Rhett and our little ones were all in that tub together?" I asked. "Pretty much, at one time or another," Rick chuckled. "The little ones would have us stand outside the tub while they got us all lathered up and then get back in to rinse and start over. I love hearing these little guys laugh and giggle. I wouldn't mind having a dozen of them around the house." The muscular guy put his arm around Jack. "We better run to the guest house and get some clothes on unless Stewart is doing naked church this morning," Rick said. "Sounds like a great idea to me," Kurt laughed. "I just hope the building holds up when I walk in," Rick said. "I heard it fell down after the first Sunday you attended, Rob," he said. "Someone's telling tall tales again," I laughed. "It's true the tornado was partially responsible for that." "I was trying to think as Jack and I were lying there early this morning," Rick said. "I don't think I've been inside a church since your wedding to Marcie. I could possibly have forgotten a wedding or two but I'm pretty sure I haven't been in a church service since your wedding. My first wedding was in a church but the other disasters were held in less auspicious locations." "Rick, you know you don't have to go if it makes you uncomfortable," I said. "I wouldn't miss this for the world," he said. He sounded sincere. "I'm not sure I've ever met anyone quite like Stewart. He makes me feel better just to be around him. It's almost like his presence makes me a better person. I'm not sure I can explain it." "You don't have to try," I said. "I think we understand because we've all had some of the same feelings." "Rick, if the church doesn't fall in with you there and me there, it will be a miracle," Rhett said. "Corbin and I visited a few churches after we moved up here but it was all about him scouting for design business. We were attending but it was for all t he wrong reasons. It feels pretty good even to be able to admit that. And I can't wait." "If you guys are going, you better move on out and get those willies covered," Kurt said. "Time isn't standing still. It is a casual service in the contemporary worship center, but casual doesn't mean towels or jockstraps." "Don't let Reverend Fee hear that idea or he'll start a new service and call it Jesus in a Jockstrap," I chuckled. "He'll put that hunky son of his in a jock and try to grab the underage girl and gay crowds." Rick, Rhett and Jack headed off to get dressed. Kurt joined them although he was already looking sharp in a royal blue Polo shirt and khaki slacks. I was still holding both boys. I was hopeful they could stay awake through church after their very active time in the sudsy bathtub. Both boys smelled wonderful. I could have spent the rest of the day just holding them and sniffing their hair. Ren and Bradley were sitting on each side of me. I put my hand onto Ren's. "Son," I said. "I'd appreciate it if you would kind of keep an eye on Kurt today. He has a very rough day ahead of him tomorrow and, while he seems fine right now, I think he could easily get upset. I think he'll be all right, but I'd feel better if you would just stay kind of close to him and let Stewart or Rick know if anything seems or feels strange. I really think he's okay but I just don't want to take any chances." "I've heard a little," Ren said. "I heard him say his dad is coming to town tomorrow and he's not looking forward to that. I'm sorry everybody doesn't have a dad like you." "Don't we all wish that," Bradley said quietly. "Both of you know how much I love you," I said. "I think you both know that, if it came to it, I'd fight to the death for both of you or these two in my lap, without caring which of you came from inside me. That doesn't matter, boys. We're bound by love and there is no bond on earth more powerful. I hope you will remember that. Neither of you will ever know how proud it makes me to see you guys behaving as brothers in every respect, regardless of any age differences. A prouder father than I can't be found anywhere. That will never change. Never." Both babies were about to doze with their little sweet-smelling heads on my chest until the guest house crew walked up. Both boys came instantly alive and alert. Jack, Ren, Rick Rhett, and Kurt made a handsome group as they were all dressed and groomed beautifully. Jack and Rick took our boys from me and I Bradley and I got hugs and kisses from everyone as they left for church. When the crowd was gone, it suddenly became very quiet. I motioned for Bradley to come and sit on my lap. He did so and put his head onto my chest. He began to kiss my fur with light kisses. He was such a very sexy boy. "You do know I meant every word I said to Ren, don't you?" I asked. "I do, Rob," he whispered. "And it means more than you can ever know. Feeling deserted by a dad really hurts, doesn't it? You and I both know about that." "It does hurt, son," I said. He kissed me. "What was that for?" I asked. "For calling me `son," he said. "I love when you do that." "I'll do it more often if it earns me a kiss from you." He kissed me again, more seriously. "Before we get too carried away, I'd like to discuss something with you, kid," I said. "I hope you know how much I trust you. I think you're a very smart young man and I respect your opinions. "Sure," he said. "You can ask me anything." "You are aware that Derrick and his son are sort of in hiding while his wife and her thug friend are on the loose. Those two did some pretty awful things and we are afraid that Derrick and Der could be in danger. You are also aware of the difficulties between Derrick and his own father. I went pretty hard on the old man for not being able to forgive his own son for knocking up a young girl sixteen years ago. The man has been damned harsh on his son and it's really endangering any chance of a relationship they could have in the future. After I was so hard on the old man, I began thinking about my own dad. I think you are aware he is still alive, living with his second wife and her two daughters about three hours south of here. I haven't made any attempt to reconcile things with him in years. I couldn't tell you when the last time I even spoke to him by phone was. Am I being a hypocrite on this?"" "Dang, Rob," he said, "that's a tough one. I hear where you're coming from. I guess the natural thing is for me to try to relate it to my own experience with my dad. I know I'm not ready for reconciliation. I don't even care if it never happens, although I realize my feelings could change in the future. Are you feeling regretful that you haven't maybe tried to reconcile?" "I'm not sure what I'm feeling, kiddo," I said. "The situation is sort of gnawing at me. I told old man Derrick he could very well lose his last chance at having a relationship with his son. I'm wondering if I might still have a chance at repairing or reconstructing a relationship with my own father." "Does your sister have any kind of relationship with your dad?" he asked. "No," I replied. "She has seen him once in several years. She was always closer to him than I was. She told me she went to visit at their big fine lake house. She said it was a miserable time for her. She had planned to stay for a week. She ended up staying two days, then drove back to Birmingham, caught a flight to New York and spent the rest of her week seeing Broadway shows. Dad had told her he had invited Marcie, me and the boys to join them but we never heard a word about that. My sister thinks that was Lizzie's handiwork. She thinks that Lizzie told our dad she had invited us but she never did and that it was all intentional. My sister thinks Lizzie is desperate to make certain every dollar of the old man's money comes to her and her daughters. The funny thing is that neither of us could care less about his money or his land. My sis has done very well. Hell, she's probably richer than Trump – a lot richer, and while I'm not that wealthy, we are all secure and don't need or want anything from them. I just wonder if it's too late. I wonder if the ship has already sailed." "And I wonder if that ship may have been the Titanic," he said. "Your boys went through something awful with your in-laws. They don't need another horror show involving the grandparents from Hell. Maybe you should try another talk with your sister and even consider writing your dad a long letter. You're a very honest man. I know you could put your thoughts into words and get your point across to him." We sat quietly for a few minutes. "Sorry I haven't been of much help," he said. "Bradley, you have no idea how much talking to you has helped," I said. "You're absolutely right that I can't afford to risk another nightmare for my boys and that my sister knows more about the family dynamics than anyone else. Both of those are excellent suggestions. You really are bright beyond your years." I held him and felt as his hand began to rub my hairy chest. I kissed him. It was a deep, wet, hot kiss. I knew what he wanted and he knew what he wanted. I took off his shirt and began to lick and bite his beautiful nipples which were hard as little dark rocks. "I could really use a quick shower," I said. "How about we share the outdoor shower?" "Sounds sexy as hell to me," he said. He ran over and started the hot water, then came back. I left my cane and he held my hand as we walked to the shower area. "Can I do it for you," he asked. "Of course, you can, son," I said. He kissed me again, and then rotated so that my back was facing him. He began to gently soap me up with both his hands, first massaging and sudsing my shoulders. He kissed every body part as he soaped it. Then he raised my arms over my head and worked up a generous lather in both my hairy pits. He rinsed those and t hen began to eat my pits. It felt amazing as he sucked and licked at me. I was already rock hard as he knelt behind me and began to soap my hairy butt. His hands felt amazing as he worked up a lather. Then he turned me to face him and pried my legs apart. I was standing there, naked in the outdoor shower as he soaped his finger and gently inserted it into my hole. He took my hard cock into his mouth and, keeping the cockhead covered, sucked on me. It felt amazing. After teasing me, with his mouth, he turned my back to him again and very careful rinsed by butt and my hole. When he touched my hole, it was as if little electric shocks went through me. I knew I was ready for some butt attention too. Then he soaped my crotch area thoroughly, creating a lot of lather. He then surprised me by gently playing with my foreskin. He put his finger inside it and that felt phenomenal. Then I watched as he soaped his own bit, cut, thick cock and put it against mine. I felt him gently open my foreskin at the tip and insert his own cockhead into my foreskin. The feeling was amazing and I felt him shiver as this boy shared my cock skin. He continued to hold his cockhead inside my skin as he kissed me deeply. "Baby boy, we better rinse before I start shooting," I said, kissing him deeply. We both rinsed and made our way to the guest house. I was walking well now with hardly any soreness at all. As we approached the door of the guest house, I stopped him, turned him to face me. I kissed him deeply and he returned it eagerly. "Son, "I began, "I need to know that this is really something you want. I need to be sure that it isn't because you're feeling peer pressure or pressure from any other source. I need to be sure and I need to hear it from your lips." "Rob," he said quietly, "I know this is what I want. I want it more than I remember wanting anything. I really do love you and I think of you as my brother. Your boys and Jack and Donald have become my brothers. And I really want my handsome, ginger daddy to fuck me." We entered the guest house and stopped off in the bathroom long enough to brush our teeth. Then we walked to the bed. We stood there for a second. "Where do you want me?" he asked. "I want you on your back in the middle of this big bed, my beautiful boy. I want you where I can kiss and lick and suck every inch or your beautiful body. I feel like the luckiest man in this world right now, Bradley. The boy lay down on his back and pulled me on top of him. We began to kiss and things escalated quickly. We both wanted each other. I kissed him long and wet, exchanging our fluids and our tongues battling. I sucked his tongue into my mouth as far as I could get it, then he did the same. We were both breathing faster as I started to lick his neck and moved toward his beautiful smooth nipples. He gasped as I lightly bit his left nipple. I could feel his big, hard cock against my let. He was trying to find something to rub it against to create some friction. I saw his hand go to begin stroking his dick and I pinned it to the bed. "No, son," I whispered. "Let your daddy do it for you." He moaned when he heard that. I continued the assault on his nipples until they were red. His chest was flushed, as some men and boys do when they are sexually excited. I didn't know that about him. He was a hot potato, writhing against me as he tried to find something against which he could rub his thick, long, hard cock. "Can daddy suck your cock, son?" I asked. "Please, daddy," he whispered hoarsely. "Please suck me." I knew this boy had been shortchanged in the past because of his generous endowment. I was determined to give him every ounce of pleasure he could stand. I got between his muscled, smooth thighs and began to lick his ball sac. It was large and it was smooth. I was able to get both nuts into my mouth and suck on them. He was gasping. He again reached for his cock but I stopped him. "Bad boy," I said. "Let daddy do it." He became still except for his big cock which was twitching and jerking with each breath he took. I licked up from his big balls the length of his cock. When I reached the tip, I took his entire cockhead into my mouth and started sucking on it. He was breathing fast now. I licked back down his cock and licked his balls again. I let my juices dribble down into his crack. His nutbag and his taint were now covered in my slick juices. I began to lick his taint. He grabbed his legs behind his knees and pulled his legs up so that his knees were now at his chest and his beautiful smooth hole was exposed to me. It was indeed a virgin hole and it was beautiful. I began to lap at it with my tongue and he started wiggling. Someone should have been using this hole for a while. It was hot and ready and going to waste. He was moaning as I stuck my wet index finger into him and went all the way in. I felt his nut and he howled. "Oh fuck," the boy said. I had never heard the boy use any profanity until now and it was like music to a cherry busting daddy's ears. "You like that fuckfinger, son," I asked. "Oh yeah," he said. "Oh yeah, please!" "Please what, son?" "You know what, please give it to me," he said as I continued to massage his sensitive spot. The pad of my index finger was directly on his gland and I felt it begin to get hard. I pulled my finger back but didn't pull it out. I went up and sucked his big cock a little bit more. I had managed to suppress my gag reflex enough to get most of it in my mouth but I hadn't had it to the hilt. I managed to get his whole cock in my throat and began moving back and forth. I saw his nuts start moving up in their sac so I pulled off his big hard dick and returned to eating that hole. I licked and thrust my tongue against it, all the while dribbling my juices. I then again gave him my click finger to the hilt and he started hunching. His knees were against his chest. "Please," he groaned. "Please what, son?" I said. "Please fuck me daddy," he whispered. I got on my knees. He quivered as he felt my thick hardness against his exposed pink virgin hole. Lubricated only with my own juices, I slid my cock into him. He was wet and he was ready. "Owwwww!" he moaned as I filled him with hard daddy dick. "Ow," he said. "Son, do you want me to stop?"I asked. "No, it just feels so full," he said. "I'm full of cock," he gasped. "Yes, son," I said. "It's all the way in you now. I'm holding it still till you're ready for me to fuck you," About thirty seconds later, he was acclimated to the feeling of fullness and he began to wiggle. I knew what that meant and I began slow, long strokes. When I almost left him, he grabbed my buttocks and pulled me back into him. "I'm not going anywhere, baby boy," I said. "Not till I'm done fucking my beautiful Bradley. I kissed him as I started long stroking him. He was liking it now after his initial discomfort. I raised his legs a little higher as I planted my feet on the bed. I felt a twinge of pain in my sore knee, but I didn't let up as I began to pound his boy hole. I knew I was hitting his spot as he gasped with every stroke. "Do you like it son?" I asked him. "Fuck yes," he said. "I'm loving it. Fuck me fast and hard, daddy." I did as he asked and began to fuck him hard, almost pulling out on each stroke. I felt the climax building, beginning in my balls. "Bradley, baby, I'm about to load you up, boy. I'm about to breed my boy! I'm about to fill you up! Oooooh shiiiit!" I yelled as I emptied my load into he boy. I held my cock still, fully impaled into his no longer virgin boy hole. He had been bred and my nuts were empty. After a minute, I lowered his legs, my cock still inside him. I lay on top of him and began to kiss him. I loved the feel of his hot hole around my now softened dick. I began to kiss him deeply. They were wet kisses and I knew he was still holding all of his seed, his big, thick dick still hard. I kissed him for a while, then raised his arm and began to lick and nibble his clean, smooth, fresh-smelling pit. He tasted warm and wonderful. I licked the clean boy sweat from his chest and his neck and he was hot. His cock was jumping. I realized he had been hard for a while now so I moved down and took his entire length into my throat. He was purring as I moved up and down on his thick meat. I knew I wanted this boy inside me. I also knew it might be painful but I was determined. "Bradley, son, will you fuck me now?" I asked. "I don't want to hurt you, Rob." "Do you trust me, son?" I asked. "Yes, sir," he whispered. "Completely. "Then fuck me," I said. "I'll guide you. I reached into the drawer of the bedside table, grabbing the tube of lubricant and began to rub it into my ass. I got onto my back and spread my legs, rubbing some of the lube onto my hole. He lay there, looking nervous and watching me. "Here, son, take the lubricant and put some on y our index and long fingers. You're going to get me hot and ready for your big, beautiful dick. He loaded his fingers and began to rub around the edges of my hairy hole. He was smiling at me as he tentatively touched my hole with the very tip of his finger. I smiled back and nodded at him. "Go ahead, son," I said, "go ahead and insert your finger. Turn it where the pad is up and go in slowly. Not far up, you'll feel a gland. That's my p- spot. It may take you a couple of times to find it but you will. Give it a try." He inserted his finger into me. I had not realized his hands and fingers were so large but it felt wonderful as his thick digit entered me. I gasped as his finger hit my spot. "Right there," son," I said. "You're right on my fucknut. Don't be shy. Explore my hole and add another finger. I'm not made of china. I'll tell you if anything hurts. Just explore that hole, boy. It feels wonderful." As he explored my hole with his right hand, I took his other hand and put two of his fingers into my mouth. He had beautiful smooth hands with long, thick fingers. It was something I had never realized about the boy but now I knew I would never forget the sheer beauty of the lad's hands. I saw that there were fine brown hairs on his wrists, the only hairs on his body being those on his arms and wrists. I found it extremely sexy. He was feeling more confident now as he used his two fingers to massage my prostate gland. "That feels amazing, Bradley," I said. "I could let you keep doing that for hours. Every time you touch my gland I feel a warm sensation in my nut sac. Fingerfuck me and spread your fingers to open me up for you," I said. He did exactly as I instructed. My hole was getting hotter by the second. I reached for the tube and put a large amount on my hand. I began to lubricate his dick and wondered if I could actually take it. I knew I'd never had anything this large inside me before. I was anxious to give the boy the pleasure of fucking. I gently took his wrist and pulled his hand out of me. "I'm ready for you to fuck me son," I said. "How do you want me?" "On your back," he said without hesitation. "I want to see your eyes as I fuck you." That turned me on incredibly. I knew I was going to take the fuck this boy could give me. I lay on my back and spread my legs. He got between my legs and lifted my legs up, bent at the knees. He asked if the bent knee hurt me. "No, son," I said. "I'm ready for my boy to fuck me." He smiled a beautiful smile as he lined up his hard, slick cock with my wet hole. He exerted very slight pressure and I gasped. He stopped, afraid he had hurt me. "No, son," I said. "Put it in me. Go slow. I want to feel every centimeter of that beautiful cock as it goes in me." He did. He slowly penetrated my hole with that big dick. He went slowly and smoothly, our eyes locked the entire time. As he saw I was going to take it, his smile got bigger. I felt fuller than I could have ever imagined but there was really no pain. When I thought it had to be all in he kept sliding cock into me. I was feeling amazingly full but it was a wonderful feeling, especially knowing the lovely boy who was about to ride me. I felt it when his smooth pubic area connected with my perineum. He was in and I was ready. "Do it, Bradley," I whispered as I licked his ear and his neck. I raised my arms over my head and let him have control. He licked my neck and my face as he started moving his bid dick in and out of me with long, slow strokes. I gasped as he pulled out, afraid he would go too far and leave me empty. He never did that. He had an instinct for fucking and the equipment to do it with. After stroking slowly for a while, the feeling was getting better and better with each motion. "We've got this, son," I said. "Go for it and give me a fucking like I've never had." He smiled broadly and winked at me. "You asked for it, dad," he said. With that he began to pound my hole with that big, thick and very long cock. It was amazing. He grunted and moaned as I rode that cock. He would lean down and kiss me, all the while with that beautiful smile on his face. I was enjoying this fuck and he knew I was enjoying it. I felt his pace start to quicken steadily. "Are you ready to breed me, kid?" I asked. He grunted, intent on his hard stroking in and out of my ass. "When you're ready, fill me up, you fucking beautiful, big-dicked stud," I whispered in his ear. He started really pounding me and I felt his entire body go rigid. He grunted and groaned and shook as he delivered his load into me. He collapsed onto me, completely spent. As his arms relaxed, I managed to straighten my legs, still keeping his big, softening dick inside me. It still felt just incredible. He was out. I continued to hold him and kiss this beautiful boy. His breathing had slowly returned to normal and a few minutes later, I saw his eyes open. He immediately smiled at me. "Are you okay? Rob?" Before I could answer he started kissing me. "That was just amazing," he said. It was incredible. I mean, I've jacked off a lot and I've had blow jobs, but this was...just incredible." "Bradley, it was incredible," I said. "I'll never forget this." "Your hole is so tight and so hot and so terrific" he said. "So was yours, son," I said. "I really can't believe you chose me to be your first." "I hope you know I'll never forget this day, Rob," he said. "Not just for the past couple of hours. Today I feel like I honestly became your son. Your boys are my brothers. You trusted me enough to ask me for advice. I can't imagine loving anyone more than I love you guys." I kissed him some more and stroked his neck and brushed his hair from his forehead. He really was a lovely boy. As I kissed his neck, he began to lick my nipples. I felt something stirring down below. I realized his cock was getting thick again. "Surely you can't go again," I said. "I think I can," he said. "I think you can too," I said. I began to wiggle my ass and he started moving in and out. Before long he was giving me long, even strokes and I was loving it. We took our time. I felt absolute satisfaction as the boy fucked me again. After about ten minutes, he suddenly withdrew completely. I protested, but he kissed me, putting his tongue down my throat and flipping me onto my tummy. My hole, still slick took his big cock again, this time from behind. He stroked in and out. It was a different feeling as his big cock hit my spot differently. I wasn't sure which was better. I loved both. I felt him speeding up again and I thought he was about to cum when he again withdrew and flipped me back onto my back. He spread my legs and this time entered me very slowly, our eyes locked and unblinking. All I could do was moan as he got his full length into me again and started stroking. "I want to look at your face when I cum, dad," he said. "I love you." "Oh, my precious boy, I love you," I said as he started pounding my hole. I knew he was cumming and I held him as tightly as I could. He was still on top of me with his big cock lodged in me when we woke up about thirty minutes later. We turned onto our sides. His soft cock was still filling my hole. He gently stroked my body. "Thank you, Rob," he said as he put both arms around me and just held me. I was conscious of his warmth and his softened cock against my butt. "You are an amazing lover, Bradley," I said. "Don't ever let anyone make you feel anything different. There is absolutely nothing freakish about you or your body. You are just a beautiful, beautiful boy and your instincts are wonderful. I'm glad to have you in my bed and in my life." "I hope you know I feel the same way," he said. "Jack and Donald and I are so lucky to have found this family." We lay there silently with him holding me for quite a while. Then his eyes fell on the clock. "Oh crap!" he said. "They'll all be back from church soon. We can't let the little ones find us like this. I'm afraid I left a big wet spot on the bed." "Don't worry, sweet boy," I said. "I love that you are so protective of our little ones but there's a lot they don't notice. It will be fine if we just stay calm. If you'll assist me to the bathroom, we can then find some dry sheets and change the bed. He did exactly that and we both had a nice long pee, holding each other's soft willies. "That really is a beautiful cock," I told him. "Thank you," he said. "That's quite a nice one you have on you." He got clean sheets and we continued to talk. "Okay, kiddo, you've looked at life from both sides now," I said. "Did you prefer the top side or the bottom side?" "That's a really hard question," he said. "I've heard you use the old vanilla/chocolate/strawberry analogy when it comes to sexual preference. I think I agree with you that I would hate to have to make a choice. I guess I qualify as versatile. I did have a preference as to doggy or face to face. I definitely prefer face to face because I love looking in your eyes as I felt myself starting to climax. That was just incredible." "It was incredible, you handsome boy," I said as I watched his big cock swinging heavily as we put the fitted sheet onto the bed. "You'll be an expert, patient lover because you will have to be. Anyone can really get pleasure from that big, beautiful tool of yours, but you'll need to use your skill and good instincts to get them ready. Some guys can slam their willies right in and start pounding. That guy isn't likely to be you. But you'll give a lot of people pleasure with that beautiful tool of yours. Do you think you'd be very hairy if you ever stopped shaving?" I asked. "I think it's likely I would. My dad always had a really hairy chest but I don't even remember seeing any more of his body. He just never had time for us to do things together. I do remember his chest being very hairy and I remember wanting to put my fingers in it, a lot like your boys love to do. If I ever did that, I was too young to remember." I pulled him down onto the sheet beside me and guided his hand to my hairy chest. He smiled broadly. We lay there naked in the bright daylight. It felt good. It felt intimate. He laid his head on my hairy chest as he ran his hand across my hairy tummy. We heard the door open and it was Stewart. He was alone and I could tell something wasn't right. "What a sight to behold!" he said with a big smile. "Could a tired old shepherd jump between you two beautiful creatures?" he asked. We made room between us and he lay down, fully dressed, between our naked bodies. He kissed us both. His body felt warm and he smelled, as usual of English Leather. "Let's lock the doors and let Bradley show you what he's learned today," I said. Stewart put an arm around both our necks. "I'd love nothing more than to have a playdate with you two, but I really have to make a call." "Was it a call you couldn't make from church?" I asked. "I'm not understanding something." "No," he said. "I'm not understanding something either. You are aware of the situation with my mother. Bradley may not be. My mother was always a cold woman, Bradley, much more interested in social status than in her family, including her husband, her son or her daughter. When my father died several years ago, she met a man and moved out to Denver. I was not invited to the wedding, nor was I ever invited to visit. I have never met my stepfather. Mother, who prefers I call her Cecile, and I talk maybe once a year, usually on Christmas. When my sister died, she had no interest whatsoever in Flynnie. As a matter of fact, my parents told me that my sister was dead long before she actually died. There's a lot more I could tell you, but I think you get the picture." "What's going on with her?" I asked. "I don't know," he said. "I can't imagine it's good though. She called the church office during the service, saying she urgently needed to reach me. She wanted them to interrupt my service but they declined that request. Apparently she became pretty abrasive when they turned her down. She left her number in Denver." "You haven't called yet?" I asked. "No," he said quietly. "I haven't. Truth is, I don't even want to hear her voice. I'm not sure I ever had any real love for her. I can't imagine anything she has to say that I might even want to hear. Bradley, when I explained, I left something out. When I was very young, I got a girl pregnant. My parents – both of them- covered it up, paid her family to leave town and got her an abortion. I think maybe I could have forgiven that eventually, but when she completely turned her back on our precious Flynnie, she broke something inside me. I can't imagine anything she might say that interest me in the least." "I'm so sorry, Stewart," Bradley said. "I know we've all talked about how we are all somehow damaged. You were the one in the entire group I had doubts about when it came to that. You've never shown a scratch in your paint or a chip in your veneer. You seem so together and whole. You have every reason to be the most damaged of all of us." "That smart boy is so right, Stewart," I said. "You've always been the one who held all of us together and taught us what strength we have in ourselves. Whatever is going on, you better know we'll be here for you just like you've been for us." "I may be overreacting," he said. "It could be nothing. I'm just afraid to even make that call. I'm realizing that after her unwillingness to even see that boy we all love so much, I built a wall, shutting her out. I don't think I hate her. I don't think I care enough to hate her. I've just shut her out completely. Now that strong wall feels like it may have cracks and could even come tumbling down." "You know you have to call her and you need to get it over with." I said. "Bradley, can you grab me a pair of shorts and a shirt, please. We'll go up to the house right now and you can call her. Would you like a drink?" I asked. "I could use a hit of bourbon," he said wearily. "Neither of you has any idea how much I'd rather stay in bed here with two of the most gorgeous, sweetest, kindest, and smartest guys in the world having wild and crazy threesome sex for the rest of the day and all of the night." "We love you, Stewart," Bradley said. "And we're here for you and for Flynnie." "Where is Flynnie?" I asked. "For that matter, where is our whole gang?" "Our little ones wanted to do church lunch at Chili's so Rick wrangled the whole crew and that's what they're doing. I knew I needed to come on home and make this call. Isn't it a blessing just knowing our boys are in such capable, strong hands?" "Amen," I said. "Those guys are spoiling our little ones rotten." Yeah," Bradley said, "and you have absolutely nothing to do with that." We all shared a laugh and I was grateful to the boy for lightening our mood, even if it was momentary.