Date: Thu, 22 May 2003 16:35:09 -0400 From: Johnny Smile Subject: Roman Roman was a thirty-six year old man who missed his sons terribly. They'd been at boarding school for nearly four months and they were due home that very afternoon. He couldn't wait. Roman Wellington was a very wealthy man. His parents had been in the top earning bracket for the world, and they'd died in an awful automobile accident when he was thirteen. Since then he'd been the sole heir to his family's very considerable fortune. While not in the top any longer, his investors kept him well beyond comfortable. His manor in the English countryside drew visitors in and of itself. He'd worried early on in his youth that he'd have no heirs of his own should something befall him the same as his parents, so at nineteen he sought out a surrogate mother to have and give up a child for him. She was an immigrant from Yugoslavia, who agreed to have Roman's child and relinquish all parental rights and responsibilities in exchange for full citizenship in England. Roman paid all the fees and managed to push the process through just before his first son was born. Alton Wellington was a happy, adventurous baby. He inherited his mother's brown hair and stocky frame, but Roman's deep eyes and aquiline nose. His smile was something unique, neither his mother or father had had the bright grin Alton seemed to always wear. When the boy was about one and a half, Roman decided it would be good to have a second child. As an only child himself, Roman had always wanted a sibling. He figured the boy would need a mate to keep him humble, someone to share his background, considering Roman knew his upbringing would be unconventionally pampered. Roman found another immigrant woman, this time from Spain. She wanted to move to England, and Roman arranged it the same as before. The woman bore him another healthy son. Connor Wellington was an inquisitive, thoughtful child. His hair was black as midnight, his skin a pale gold. His eyes were green, like Roman's own, but shaped identically to his mother's. He had his mother's slight build, too. Roman doted on his boys their entire life. He had no job, and spent all his time raising them to the best of his ability. He had therapists and teachers and nannies helping him at all times, too. He wanted to make sure he gave them a good head start, raising them right. He sent the boys to a boarding school when they reached the appropriate age. He knew how important socialization was to a maturing young man, and knew that, as difficult as it was to give up his boys, they needed other input about the world, different experiences for themselves. So he found the best school money could buy and sent them off. They were gone for three and a half months at a time, with a three-week break at home between each. Finally, today, Roman's boys were coming home. He'd had the maid make up their rooms, had the chef prepare their favorite meals. They wanted for nothing when they were home, just as Roman thought his boys deserved. He loved them more than anything, and he wanted them to have everything they wanted in life. He heard the front door open and nearly ran downstairs. Someone was home early! He rounded the hallway to the landing at the top of the giant spiral staircase in the foyer, and saw his youngest below. Connor was fifteen now, nearly as tall as his father. His black hair was groomed impeccably, straight and longish. It hung down past the tops of his ears, which Roman found endearing. His green eyes sparkled under the black strands, and his grin was infectious. Roman hurried downstairs to his boy and grabbed him in a fierce hug, which Connor returned. "Welcome home." Roman greeted, finally holding his son at arm's length. "Hi Dad." Connor smiled, melting his father's heart. There was a touch of stubble at the point of his chin. "What's this?" Roman asked, rubbing his thumb over Connor's chin. "Are you shaving already?" Connor nodded, his cheeks growing red. "Yeah. Looks good, doesn't it?" He grinned again. Roman nodded. "You're getting to be a man, aren't you?" Connor shrugged. "It's just a little. I shaved it all. It's no big deal." "It is, too." Roman disagreed. "It looks nice on you." Connor blushed again. Roman put his arm around his son and led him into the parlor, where a maid had set out drinks and snacks. They both knew Connor's luggage would appear in his room when he was ready for it, though the servants in the manor were from the old school, where they were often not seen at all. Connor excused himself to use the bathroom, and Roman poured a Coke for his son, setting it down just as Connor returned. His shirt was untucked from his slacks and his tie was loosened. He carried his jacket in his hand, which he tossed to a couch as he re-entered the room. "Come here." Roman commanded, gesturing his son forward. Connor smiled, and straddled his father's lap, facing his Dad. He put his arms around his neck, and Roman's hands went to his son's trim waist. "I missed you, baby." He delicately kissed his son's lips. Connors mouth opened slightly, and Roman ran his tongue over the soft, pliant lips. He kissed deeper, sliding his tongue further into his son's mouth, until he met Connor's with a soft push, their saliva mingling. Parting, Roman watched his youngest lick his lips. "I missed you, too, Daddy." Roman's blood surged at the endearment, used only in intimate situations like this. Connor leaned forward again and kissed his father. This time, his body pressed into Roman's and he could feel the heat of his young son through the thin dress shirt. While kissing, Roman took Connor's tie in hand and slid the knot loose, pulling the tie off. His fingers found the buttons of his son's shirt and began unbuttoning them. Connor's kisses became more insistent, and his mouth slipped from his father's to kiss Roman's chin, cheek, ear, neck, anywhere on his father's bare skin. Roman reveled in his son's attention, finally freeing the last button. Connor sat back and let his father open his shirt, beginning to fumble at Roman's own shirt buttons. Roman pushed the shirt from his son's shoulders, revealing a very fine downy layer of pale hair across his chest. "What's this?" Roman demanded, running his fingers across the velvet of his baby boy's body. "You leave me for four months and suddenly you've grown into a big man?" Connor shrugged. "It just sort of happened." He bit his lip, his body more rigid. "Do you like it?" Roman laughed, realizing his son's nervousness at his body's maturation. "Connor, I love it!" Roman leaned forward and kissed Connor's chest. "It's beautiful." He rubbed his lips and nose across the baby-fine hair on his fifteen-year-old's chest, inhaling his young musk. "You're beautiful." Connor shrugged his shirt to the floor. "I wasn't sure you would. But I'm glad you do, 'cause I do, too." Roman lifted from his son's chest to kiss him again. "How could you think I wouldn't love this? You're beautiful, and I love you. Even if you turned into a gardener, I'd think you were the most beautiful man in the world." Connor laughed at his Dad's joke: his head gardener was just about the hairiest man they'd all ever seen. Connor leaned back to grab the Coke his father had poured him, and Roman returned to licking his son's chest. He ran his tongue through the ultra-soft fuzz, tickling Connor's nipples into points. Roman lifted his son's arm, running his fingers through the dark underarm fuzz. "You've just got it coming out all over, don't you?" Roman teased, leaning forward and nibbling some of the soft hair. "That's been there for a long time now, Dad." Connor sighed, setting his drink back down. "You know that." Roman grinned. "Yeah, but it tastes different now." He lowered his voice dramatically. "Like a man." He tossed Connor to the side playfully, the boy landing in the center of the mammoth, overstuffed couch. Roman crawled on top of his son, kneeling between his legs, and returned to licking his body. "That looks like fun." A voice said behind them. Roman looked back and found his eldest Alton standing in the doorway, his school uniform still crisp and clean. Alton's brown hair had lightened from the summer sun, and his face had broadened, his jaw much more square than in recent years. His brown eyes crinkled at the edges as he smiled at his family's position. Alton's shoulder's seemed extra wide in proportion to his waist. Roman jumped up from the couch and hugged his eldest tightly. "Welcome home, sweetie." He kissed his son fiercely, demanding entrance to his warm mouth. Alton happily obliged his father, kissing him back with equal fervor. They broke, and Roman led Alton to the deep couch. He snatched up his brother's drink, taking a healthy swig. "I was just inspecting your brother's new chest hair." Roman explained, sitting between his boy's legs and reaching out to stroke his belly. Alton set the drink back down and sat behind Connor's head, rubbing his little brother's chest with both hands. "It's nice." He smiled, leaning down to kiss Connor. Roman watched as Connor's hand went up behind Alton's head, pulling him closer. Their lips pressed together, their tongues entwining. Roman could honestly say there was nothing in this world that made him happier than to watch his boys kiss each other. They seemed to genuinely love each other, and didn't fear showing it. Parting, Alton rubbed Connor's chest as the boy lay back with his head in Alton's lap. Roman absently stroked Connor's belly, twirling the thin hair beneath his navel. "Finally, you're getting some fuzz on your chest." Alton teased. "Dad and I've been waiting for you to catch up forever." Connor didn't respond, but reached up and began tugging his big brother's tie loose. Roman watched Connor's hands pull the tie free from the collar of the shirt but leave it on him, and then began unbuttoning the shirt. Alton just smiled and let his brother have free reign. Finally opening the shirt from his upside-down position, Alton shrugged it off, and Connor's hands reached up to stroke the burly, fuzzy chest. Alton had more chest hair, being seventeen. His body was stacked with muscle, since he'd been on the cricket, water polo, and sculling teams at his school. His body had bulked in the last year, and his brother and father were both still adjusting to his new stature. "You're beautiful." Connor said, twirling his big brother's chest hair. "No, you're beautiful." Alton teased. "Don't argue." Roman interrupted. "You're both equally beautiful in different ways." He smiled, rubbing his hand over the swollen bulge on the front of Connor's pants. "Connor, baby, can I?" Connor smiled. "Yeah, definitely." His own hands went to his brother's belt, loosening it as his father did the same to him. Alton hummed. "I've been looking forward to this forever." He smiled, stroking his brother's cheek. "Nothing like coming home." Roman managed to open his son's fly first, tugging his pants down to mid thigh before rubbing his nose and lips across the tight white briefs, stretched to bursting trying to contain the hard penis inside. He bit softly on the shaft, drawing a squeak from Connor. Roman smiled to himself and grabbed the waistband of his boy's underwear, tugging them down as well, revealing Connor's glory. Roman marveled at Connor's dick. It was long and firm, a good six and a half inches. The black curls around the base weren't spread far, but were dense and glossy. He tangled his fingers through it, scratching the sweating flesh above his dick. His other hand cupped Connor's nuts, rolling them gently. One finger slipped back to tickle the bottom of his ass. Roman heard Alton suck in a breath and looked up to see Connor's hand slipped fully inside his brother's white boxers. Alton had raised to his knees, pushing his pants down slowly. Connor's hand was lost up to the wrist, and Roman could tell he was slowly pulling the older boy's dick. Alton, shifting his weight from knee to knee, managed to get his pants down to his ankles without losing Connor's hand from his groin. He crawled forward, straddling Connor's head, and the younger boy raised his head, burying his face between the strapping thighs of his big brother. Roman, still absently stroking Connor, watched him use his free hand to pull Alton's shorts to the side enough that his heavy balls dropped onto his face. Connor nuzzled them, before opening his mouth wide and sucking the pair between his lips. His tongue slipped out a few times, rolling the fuzzy nutsack around and around in his mouth. Alton's eyes mere focused on Roman's hands, playing with Connor's dick. "You gonna use that, or can I?" He asked his father. Roman realized he'd been toying with Connor's dick without actually doing anything, and offered it up to Alton. The older boy smiled, and leaned forward, eagerly taking the upraised shaft all the way into his mouth. Connor moaned loudly, his mouth still full of his brother. Roman held the boy's shaft up, and Alton sucked it gladly. He ran a hand through his oldest boy's hair, his heart swelling with pride at his loving boys. He knew most people would think this was the worst thing he could have done with his kids, but he figured if this was what made them more loving, more giving, and more respectful, of themselves and each other, then it was a success. Alton lifted off, licking his lips. "You want some?" He asked Roman. The man quickly sucked the head of Connor's dick into his mouth, rubbing his tongue around the underside, tasting a fresh burst of precum explode onto his taste buds. Alton straightened upright, and pulled back from Connor, his nuts pulling free of Connor's mouth wit an audible pop. Connor ran a hand over his mouth and looked down to watch his Dad diligently sucking him off. "God, Daddy, that's so good..." He squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his head back to the couch. Alton stood from the couch and stripped his shoes, socks, pants and boxers off. He left the tie on for fun, and stood watching his family for a moment. Roman looked up and beamed with pride at his brawny elder son. Alton's body was powerfully built, his chest wide and defined, his belly flat with clearly separated abs. The pale blonde-brown hair that danced across his chest ran down his rippling belly and blossomed again around a meaty cock that stood straight out. His dick was bigger than Connor's by an inch, and thicker than both Connor and Roman, a joy not left unexplored by them all. Pulling a pillow down from the side of the couch, Alton lifted Connor up slightly, placing the thing under Connor's back. Alton crawled back into position straddling his little brother, but this time pulled Connor's head back farther and slid his thick meat all the way into Connor's mouth. Connor's hands reached up to grab Alton's waist, and helped guide him back and forth, slipping the fat shaft in and out of his mouth. He pushed forward and held it in, letting Connor swallow the head completely, his throat spasming around the invading dick, before pulling back so Connor could lap at the engorged head. Roman licked Connor's nuts, nibbling the very base of his sensitive dick. It took only a moment for Roman to decide what he wanted, before slipping his arms below the boy's knees and lifting them, exposing a tender, sweet hole barely fuzzed with fine dark hair. Roman kissed it delicately, licking the sensitive flesh. Connor's legs twitched anxiously, and the hole squeezed tightly for a moment. Roman licked again, forcing his tongue into it as best he could. The tight sphincter dilated enough to get his long tongue in, and he wriggled it before pulling out and lapping up the sweaty crack of Connor's ass again. Another glance over Connor's prick showed the boy still swallowing his big brother's sword, Alton blissfully pumping his meat down Connor's throat. "Oh, Connor, you're the best..." Alton sighed blissfully, pulling out and feeding his brother his nuts again. Connor gripped Alton's hips and pulled him forward farther, his lips straining for a taste of his big brother's asshole. Roman leaned up and kissed Alton, before returning to his youngest's cock. The boy's dick was pouring clear juice freely, and Roman knew he must be close to cumming, his young libido always ready. Roman gripped the shaft in one hand, stroked his nuts in the other, and lapped greedily at the last two inches of his boy's dick. Connor whimpered, his stomach rising and falling quickly, and with a cry muffled by his big brother's strapping thighs, Connor flooded his father's mouth. Roman didn't change a single stroke of his technique as the dark-haired boy blasted shot after shot of young creamy spunk into his mouth. He swallowed, letting the eruption fill his mouth over and over, savoring the taste of teenage spunk on his tongue. Connor pulled painfully on Roman's hair, trying to drive deeper into his mouth, but Roman resisted, knowing that he was creating even more pleasure for his boy this way. Eventually the tide subsided, and the boy's fingers relaxed in his hair. Roman licked the shaft of any last traces of the delicious semen, and rubbed the inside of the boy's golden thighs. "That was...so intense!" Connor laughed as Alton backed off him again. "You rode it pretty hard, baby." Roman agreed, kissing the inside of Connor's leg, then his nuts. "But it was pretty good on my end, too." "You like eating that stuff, don't you Dad." Alton smirked. Roman smiled. "When it's from you two, you bet I do." "I do, too." Connor said, rolling over and grabbing Alton's prick around the base. He licked the pearly drop of precum from his big brother's dick, and washed the head with his tongue. Roman lifted Connor's leg and buried his face in his son's ass again. "Oh, damn, Connor..." Alton moaned loudly, his hand cupping his little brother's head and pulling him closer, driving his dick deeper into the hot mouth. Roman watched over the round globes of Connor's ass as Alton's face grew red, his chest beginning to sparkle with perspiration. "Oh, drink it, Connor...drink it all!" Alton barely grunted the last of his words as he pulled his brother's head close, his young lips buried in the tangle of brown pubic hair at the base of his erupting dick. Connor swallowed thickly, eating all his big brother's creamy semen. Finally releasing Connor's head, Alton sat back with a heaving sigh. Connor took a few last sucks, cleaning any remaining sperm caught in the cracks. He lay back, resting, and Alton leaned down and kissed him. "That was brilliant." The older boy smiled. "Now Daddy." Connor said, indicating their father with a nod of his head. Roman stroked Connor's lithe legs. "You boys are so beautiful, and so sexy. I missed you." Alton stood from the couch, and knelt on the floor before his father, running his hands up and down Roman's strong legs. "We missed you, too, Dad." He kissed his father's thigh repeatedly, steadily trailing the kisses closer to Roman's groin. "You and Connor got a mouthful already, but I'm still hungry." He winked at his father, and leaned forward, sucking just the head of Roman's fat dick between his lips. "Ahh!" Roman cried out, one hand instinctively grabbing the blonde-brown curls of his son, the other grabbing Connor's leg. Connor responded by sitting up and cuddling close to his father, his hands dancing up and down Roman's belly. Alton slid lower down his father's dick, sucking the thick tool deeply. The burly boy pumped his head up and down vigorously, trying to bring his father to orgasm as intensely as possible. Roman panted, his stomach heaving with wild breaths as he tried to prolong the ecstasy of his oldest son's ministrations. "Alton, baby, I'm cumming..." Roman wheezed, as his boy slowed his sucking and slid down all the way to the base of his father's cock. Roman's dick spasmed, his nuts contracted close to Alton's chin, and the fertile sperm blasted their way up his penis to spray Alton's throat with slick semen. Roman panted, his dick finally dribbling the last of his cum into his son's mouth. Alton backed off the engorged dick, licking the tip for good measure before rising to kiss his father on the lips. "Thanks, Alton." Roman smiled, tasting his own jizz in his boy's mouth. Connor, not wanting to be left out, leaned in and began kissing them both, three tongues entwined together. Roman rubbed Alton's sweat-slick chest, the golden brown hair sparkling in the summer light. "You boys want to go for a swim?" Alton grinned, melting his father's heart. "Always. I don't want to lose my edge for the water polo team." He hefted his arms, flexing the biceps. Connor reached out and wrapped two hands around one, leaning forward to kiss the beefy arm. "You're huge!" Connor exclaimed, licking the round bicep. Roman stroked the other arm, smiling. "Gotta work out, or I'll lose it, though." Alton told them. "Let me know if you need any different equipment in the gym." Roman said. "We can always get it for you." Connor had moved to sucking the sweat from his big brother's underarm, one hand gripping the giant arm, the other rubbing the rippling belly before him. "Thanks, Dad." Alton grinned, stroking Connor's head. "Come on, cutie. Let's go swimming." Connor stood, letting his big brother hang an arm around his shoulder, and the two of them wandered out to the back grounds, where the pool area was. Roman smiled to himself. It was nice to have his boys home.