Date: Fri, 19 Apr 2013 08:21:49 -0500 From: Jim Vance Subject: The Lovers and the Ghost - 4 The Lovers and the Ghost By Jim Vance Copyright 2012 by Jim Vance jimvance2@hotmail.com http://jimvance.weebly.com Please donate to Nifty to continue reading stories like this http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html You can see a list of my stories under my name at http://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#jimvance Four Tony called 911. He didn't know what to do about Tad. He had to tell him, but he knew Tad would be crushed. He walked into the kitchen. "Tad, your mother." "Where is Dad?" "I'm so sorry, sweetheart." Tad burst into tears. Tony hugged him. "You aren't alone, Tad. You have me and your Uncle Albert. We love you and we will take care of you." Tony felt tears running down his face. His beautiful son. He began crying and then Albert started. "I hate you, Mom! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" Michelle heard each shout of her son. Each one hurt terribly. She realized she had not thought it through. Tad hated her, and what was worse, Tad was now with Tony, who was a bigger pervert than her husband. And Martha wouldn't let her anywhere near Tony. She shuddered when she remembered that Tony had invited twelve friends over to have sex with a little thirteen year-old boy he had been screwing. Apparently, several of them had sex with him multiple times that day. The boy's mother found out when her son's sheets were soaked with semen. He confessed to her what had happened. Tony only escaped prison because the boy admitted the whole thing was his idea, and that Tony didn't want to do it. But who put the idea into his head? Tony! Frank would have kept Tad to himself, at least. Frank had only allowed Tony to have sex with him to get back at her for trying to kill him. She wouldn't be at all surprised if Tony called his friends over to have a party with his grandson. She was slowly becoming repentant. Albert picked Tad up and sat, with Tad on his lap. He rubbed Tad's back with one hand, while Albert held him with the other. "You are not alone, Tad. There are people who love you very much. Please remember that." Tad looked at his uncle. "I don't remember you very well." "I am sorry. Your mother didn't like me," Albert said. "She didn't like anyone. Especially me." "She loved you, Tad." "She took the person I loved from me." Albert sighed. "You are right. She was a horrible bitch. Everyone knew it. She prevented your uncle Roger from seeing you, too." "I had almost forgot about him. He was Mom's brother." "She didn't approve of him, either. He loved you very much." Tad stared at his uncle. He had lots of people who loved him, but his mother didn't want him to know that. Tad knew that was very wrong. He wondered if she was crazy. He stroked his uncle's moustache. Tad felt his uncle's erection. That was reassuring to him. He had two men who loved him. "Do you want to lie down, Tad?" "I don't want to be alone." "I will stay with you." Tad nodded. They went to Tony's room. Tad got in bed and Albert pulled a chair next to the bed and sat. "Try to sleep." Frank waited above the SMU law library. He saw a man matching his mother's description. He was suddenly standing in front of him. "Are you Edward Norris?" "Yes." "My name is Frank Rimaldi. My wife died in a car accident yesterday and she murdered me today. My mother said there were rules in the Book of Departures I should know about. Can you help me?" "Sure. I'm not busy." Edward laughed. Frank didn't get it. "Tell me, where you in any way responsible for her death?" "No. She was on her way to work when someone they think was drunk hit her car. Both of them died." "Do you know why she killed you?" Frank looked up and saw Michelle. "There she is," Frank said, pointing. "Are you willing to talk to me?" Edward asked her. "Yes, I suppose." "Why did you murder your husband?" "He was having sex with our son." "Hmm. How did the son feel about the sex? Was it consensual?" Michelle looked down and muttered, "Yes." "Are you sure?" "Yes." "I love my son and he loves me," Frank told him. Suddenly Martha showed up. "Are you going to behave yourself around Tony?" Martha asked Michelle. "As much as I would like to do something to him, apparently it isn't allowed," Michelle said. "You didn't know murder was not allowed before you died?" Martha asked, hotly. "I will leave Tony alone. I promise." "I really do not understand how you can refuse to see a distinction between consensual and non-consensual sex. You keep carrying on as though they are identical," Martha said. "I am tired of talking about Tony, Martha." "Does that mean you won't kill him today?" Frank asked. "Guys! Back to the point!" Edward said. "If you ask me, Michelle was just jealous. She-" Frank started to say. "Are you glad you killed him?" Edward asked her. "I was. Now I think maybe it was a mistake. I thought I was protecting my son, but that isn't what seems to be happening. My son hates me now. I was angry. I was young and some asshole killed me. Then I found out my husband was fucking my son. And he did it right after he found out I died." "I was trying to make him happy, Michelle. To cheer him up. Did you notice that it helped?" "And it didn't bother you any!" "What didn't?" "That you had to have an orgasm to console him." "Tad gives me four or five orgasms every single day. One more made no difference to me. It made a difference for him." "You are kidding!" Edward said. "Four or five?" "Yes. If you were watching, Michelle, you know that he initiated the sex after we found out about you, not me. I suppose you think I should have slapped his hand, or his lips, since he kissed my dick and then swallowed it. And regardless of what you think, it did make him happier. He knew he had me and I would not leave him. Until you killed me, that is." "Wow! Nothing like that ever happened to me," Edward said. "Frank, I will never agree that you were doing the right thing with Tad. I'm ready to admit, I did the wrong thing. You would definitely have made him happier than his grandfather ever can," Michelle said. "No one ever kissed my dick," Edward continued. "Ever!" "Edward," Martha said. He didn't respond. He was thinking how unfair life (and death) was. "EDWARD! Can you help my son?" Martha asked. Edward stared at them for a moment before saying, "There is a process where you can move into a suicide's body." "How do we do it?" Michelle asked. "We are talking about Frank, right?" "Yes," Michelle said. "Although I wouldn't mind going back. Can we both go back?" "No. Your death was destined, Michelle. She does know she's going to hell, right?" Edward asked Martha. "What? How unfair!" "I think she is starting to repent," Martha said. Edward looked doubtful. "Frank's death was not destined. It is no one's destiny to be killed by the dead. Most people don't realize there is a way to go back. The Rules of Departure-" Suddenly Edward was carrying a book that looked a little like three thick phone books stacked together. "-are heavy reading, even for a law student." "How do we locate a suicide?" Frank asked. "Like this." Edward pointed and a series of pictures of people appeared. "It needs to be a man," Frank said. Frank had a series of pictures of men in front of him. "It's like a computer!" Martha said. "Amazon.com of the Afterlife!" Edward said, chuckling. "There aren't that many suicides. They have to have just died for you to enter their bodies," Edward told Frank. "Oh. I can understand that." "Can we filter out the very young and the very old? Less than eighteen and over fifty?" "Over fifty is not very old!" Martha said. Frank laughed. "Sorry, Mom." "Not much to pick from," Michelle said. "No," Martha said, looking at the pictures. While they looked, another man's face appeared and not long after that, one face disappeared. Frank assumed the one that disappeared had been dead too long. Tony explained to the police that he didn't see who had killed his son. He really had nothing he could tell them, so they left to question the neighbors about what they had seen. Which would be absolutely nothing, of course. A rock floating from the ground and then bashed against his son's head. Paramedics left with the body. He walked to his bedroom and saw Albert sitting next to the bed. Tad had fallen asleep. Tony sat on the bed. "We had just had sex together, the three of us." "Really?" Albert asked. "Yes. Tad wanted to be Frank's new wife and he asked me to be his husband, too." Albert sighed. "I know you thought of yourself as Daddy's wife," Tony said. "I was with him thirty-four years. Mama was only with him for sixteen." "Will you help me raise Tad?" "Yes, of course!" "He will probably want you to be his husband, eventually." Tad was awake, and he listened to his grandfather and great- uncle. Uncle Albert was very handsome. He thought his grandfather was probably right. "I would feel I was cheating on Daddy." "Daddy wanted you to have sex with others when he was alive! You know that!" "I know. Daddy was always trying to get me to fuck boys. `You are a man now, Albert. It is wonderful that you let me fuck you whenever I want, but you should fuck, too. If you don't like women, fuck boys. I can give you a list of boys who would love to be fucked by you.' I always wondered how he had a list. I was the only person he was fucking." Tony laughed. "I gave it to him." "You did? Why?" "For the same reason. So you would have someone. Daddy didn't want you to spend the rest of your life alone. Neither do I. You have a lot to offer, Albert. Tad would go crazy if he knew how much spunk you shoot. He loves the stuff and you are a fuck-sauce soda fountain." Albert tried not to laugh. "I will never forget the time we measured it. I still can't figure out how over nine ounces of cum fit inside your balls!" "I told you. It doesn't all come from your balls." "Anyway, Tad would love it. He needs people to love, who love him." "I do love him." Tad was starting to feel a little better. At least he wasn't alone. "Holy shit!" Tony said. Tad sat up. He saw a translucent figure. It was barely visible. "Can you tell who that is, Albert?" Tad was scared. "Please don't kill them, Mom!" "I don't think that is your mother," Albert said. Suddenly there was a smell of aftershave. "It's Daddy," Albert said. "Yeah," Tony said. "Is it like this every day at your house?" Tad asked. Tony said, "If it was, I would have moved away years ago." "I am guessing he has something to say about Frank," Albert said. Albert closed his eyes. "I'm seeing letters on wood. Do you still have Martha's Scrabble set?" "Yes." "Get it, will you?" Albert asked. Tony left the room. Albert kept his eyes closed. He got off the bed and got on the floor. Tony came back with the Scrabble set. "Put the letters on the floor face up," Albert said. Tad got off the bed to watch. Frank poured the pieces on the floor and he and Tad turned them over. "What's he doing?" Tad whispered to his grandfather. "Albert has some psychic ability. He's had a couple of dreams that came true." Once that was done, Albert reached out. His eyes were still closed. He touched an `F' and pulled it in front of him. Then he pulled an `R', then an `E'. A second later, he pulled a `T', then a `U', followed by an `R' "FRETUR?" Tony said. Then Albert pulled an `N', followed by an `S'. Tad and Tony stared at it. Then Albert moved the first 'F' a little to the left. "'F returns'. Does F mean Frank?" Tony asked. The translucent figure disappeared. They never had been able to see it well enough to know it was Tony's and Albert's father. Only the scent of his aftershave told them that. Albert sat there for a couple more minutes on the floor and then opened his eyes. "Daddy was trying to talk to me, but I couldn't understand him," Albert said. He looked at the letters on the floor. "I think he is trying to tell us that Frank is coming back." "As a ghost?" Tad asked. "No. He wouldn't come back as a ghost. He is already here that way, if he wishes. And I am sure he does." Suddenly, the letters moved by themselves and spelled. "BE GLAD SOON." "Well, I think we can expect something good. Don't you agree, Albert?" Tony asked. "Yes. There is nothing ambiguous about `be glad soon'." Albert turned to Tad. "I don't know what is going to happen, but I think something good is going to happen about your Dad. If they just said `be glad', they might mean that Frank was happy in the afterlife, or something. Be glad soon sounds-" "Hopeful," Tad said. He managed a little smile. "I'm glad I have you and Granddad." "You do, Tad. No matter what happens, you have us," Albert said. Tad felt better. He almost felt up to laughing at `fuck-sauce sofa fountain'! It was the funniest thing he had heard for a while. While he was watching the faces of the suicides appear and disappear, Frank noticed it was dark. Then it was light. Then it was dark. "Why does the light keep going out?" Frank asked. "It's called the sun. And it doesn't go out. The opposite side of the planet is facing it. Do you know any astronomy?" Edward asked. "Ha-ha," Frank said. "We don't have a sense of time any more, Frank," his mother said. "We exist outside of time," Edward added. "I went to talk to my aunt once and three months had passed on Earth when I finished. You get used to it," Martha told her son. "Oh." Two days passed. Neither Tony nor Tad felt like having sex. Albert on the other hand, was starting to seriously consider having sex with Tad. He was falling in love with the boy. Tad liked to sit on his lap, with Albert's arms wrapped around him, and Albert began loving it. Every evening, Tad would sit on his lap while they watched TV. Tad would fall asleep with his head on his uncle's shoulder and Albert sat there perfectly content, and happier than he could remember being. Tad spent more time with Albert than with Tony, but his brother seemed glad. "You are both lonely, Albert. I'm happy for you. I know Tad loves me. But you two need each other." Albert smiled at his brother. The day of the funeral for his father came. Tad was a wreck. He cried almost the entire day. Frank missed his own funeral. He was still looking at pictures of men, watching the faces slowly change. Two days after the funeral, Tad was sitting on Albert's lap. Tad kissed him gently on the lips. Albert smiled at him. "I love you." "Oh, I love you, Tad! I mean that." "I know." Tad reached under him and felt his uncle's erection. "You are always hard. Is that because of me?" "Yes, baby." Albert laughed when he saw Tony had pulled his cock out and was stroking himself. Albert supposed the time for sex had finally arrived. "I want your cock, Uncle Albert." "It's yours, Tad. Only yours." "Are you really a fuck-sauce soda fountain?" Albert and Tony laughed. "I guess I am. I always shoot a lot. So much that I have to use a bath towel when I jack-off to soak it all up." "You shouldn't waste it," Tad said. "I shouldn't? Do you know any cute little boys who like fuck- sauce?" "Yes. His name is Bob. It's his favorite thing to eat." Albert and Tony laughed. "I hope I meet Bob soon." "Bob is what Dad called me sometimes when I was sucking his cock. `Who is that bobbing? It must be Bob.'" Tony and Albert both laughed for a long time. "And Bob likes it?" Albert asked. "He loves it. Well, he loves Dad's and Granddad's." "He will love mine, then. Do you want to taste it?" Tad grinned and nodded. Tony pulled off his clothes and stood next to Albert's chair. "Have some, sweetheart," Tony said. He sighed as Tad swallowed his cock. "I see Bob!" Albert said, as Tad began sucking his granddad. Tad stroked his grandfather's balls. They were all stubbly. He needed to shave them again. "I'm not going to last long," Tony said. "Don't make our angel wait for it," Albert said. He was hornier than he could ever remember being, even with Daddy. He wanted to bury his cock in both ends of his little angel. Tad was the first person Albert had ever wanted to fuck. Tad looked up at his granddad while he sucked. Tony winked at him. "Am I still your husband?" Tad let his grandfather's cock slip out of his mouth. "Yes, Granddad." Tony grinned. "Tad, will you be my wife? I love you." Albert said. "Yes! I want to be your wife, Uncle Albert! I love you, too!" Tony pushed his cock back in Tad's mouth. He thrust into Tad's mouth. Tad stroked the part of the shaft that wouldn't fit in his mouth. Tad tugged on his balls and that took Tony over the edge. He groaned as an intense orgasm hit him. He grunted with each spurt. Tad gulped down his granddad's cum. There was a lot. Tad missed having sex. He missed his father terribly and he wished the two of them were back in his Dad's chair at home, but he had two husbands and he was ready to start having sex with them. Tony reached his hand down and felt Tad's throat as he swallowed his spunk. The movement of his throat was incredibly hot to Tony. Finally Tony sighed and pulled his cock out of his mouth. A strand of semen connected his cock to his grandson's open mouth and Tony could see some of his semen in the boy's mouth. "Beautiful, just beautiful," Tony said, of the sight. He loved it just as much as his Frank had when he fed Tad. He sighed again when his grandson lunged forward to get his cock back in his mouth. He let the boy have it. "Here you are, sweetheart. This is what you want." He was still hard. He could feed him again. "Suck your husband's dick. Do you like that big dick?" Tad pulled off. "I love it, Granddad. It's beautiful." Then Tad swallowed it again. "I'm going to feed you, darling. I know you want my spunk." Tad moaned. Albert slid his hand inside Tad's pants. He undid them and pulled them down. Tad lifted up to help him. Albert sucked on his finger and pushed it slowly into Tad. Tad sighed as he sucked his granddad. While he did that, Albert fucked him with his finger. "What about him?" Frank's mother asked. Frank looked at a young man who appeared to be in his early twenties. He was dark-haired and needed a shave. He could tell he was hairy. He knew Tad loved that. The man's shoulders showed in the picture and there was some hair on them. Frank thought he was better looking than this man, but his own body wasn't available. Frank stared at him. He thought Tad would want him, and that was the most important thing. Frank wondered what his cock looked like. Suddenly it showed. It was soft but it was a decent size. He was uncircumcised, which Frank thought was good. Tad liked to stick his tongue under Frank's foreskin. Frank sighed as he remembered that the only toy Tad had played with since they became lovers, was Frank's cock. "He looks good," Frank said. "I think so, too," Martha said. "Is he the one?" Edward asked. "Can you tell me anything about him? Does he have a wife and children? If so, how do I go to Tad?" Edward pulled a book out of thin air. Frank stared. That was some trick! "His name is Matthew Logan. His girlfriend left him and he couldn't handle it. He is twenty-three and has a master's degree in art history." They all laughed. "Well, you will never get a job using that skill," his mother said, "But Tony has money now. You will get that when he dies. You will be living with him." "Will I, Mom? What if he doesn't believe me?" "Your grandfather sent them a message saying you would return." "He did? Where is grandfather?" "He moved on. Usually only the recently dead stick around with the living. Those that move on, can come back, but it is not nearly as easy as it is for those of us who are still here." "Frank, I don't want to rush you, but if you want this guy, you better hurry. You can say you have memory loss. It is common is overdoses." "I want him." "Bye! I'll see you in about sixty years!" his mother said as he disappeared. Tony sighed loudly as he ejaculated into his grandson's mouth again. He shook his head and grinned. His grandson liked his spunk better than he liked ice cream, and wasn't that fucking fantastic? Tad squeezed every drop of juice out of his cock before stopping. Tony was still hard. Tad stroked him while he looked up and grinned at him. "I love your cock!" "Why don't you kiss it, so I will know for sure?" Tad kissed the head and then sucked on it briefly. "I plan to do that all the time!" Tad said. "Good! Now how would you like a nice really big drink of milk from your uncle?" Tad climbed off his uncle's lap. "Why don't you undress your uncle?" Tony asked. Albert stood and Tad tried to pull his shirt over his head. Albert helped. Tad felt his uncle's hairy chest. Albert bent down and kissed Tad. Tad licked and sucked on his uncle's tongue. Albert held his wife's head in his hands as his tongue explored Tad's mouth. Albert could taste his brother's semen in Tad's mouth. He hadn't tasted it for years. While they kissed, Tad unfastened his uncle's pants. He opened them and they fell around Albert's ankles. Albert pulled away from their kiss and smiled at Tad. "Will it bother you to have granddad watch, Uncle Albert? He said you were shy the other day." "Tony used to watch Daddy fuck me. He would jack off." "I would come on Albert's face while Daddy fucked him," Tony said. "Wow!" "After Daddy shot his wad inside me, he would wipe Tony's cum into my mouth," Albert said. "Watching me eat Tony's spunk made Daddy hard enough to fuck me again." "I wish I had been there!" "If you want, I can come on Albert's face and you can lick it off," Tony said. Tad grinned and the two men chuckled. "Did you ever fuck Uncle Albert?" Tad asked Tony. "No. Daddy wanted me to let Tony and a cousin fuck me, but I didn't want to. I was in love with Daddy, but I wasn't in love with Tony. It didn't seem right. Only Daddy has ever fucked me, baby. That is the way I want it." Albert pulled his boxers down and sat down in the chair. Tad ran his hands over his uncle's hairy body. "You have a lot of muscles." "Do you like that?" Albert asked. "Yes, I love it!" "I got fat a few years ago. I began lifting weights to lose weight, and I just kept at it. "Suck me, angel," Albert said. Tad knelt between his legs and grinned. He took Albert's cock and pulled the foreskin back. He licked and lapped at the pink head. Uncle Albert began producing a lot of syrup for him. Tad loved it. It was sweeter than his father's. He sucked on the end of Albert's cock and his mouth filled with the delicious nectar. He swallowed and it kept flowing. He stroked Albert's cock slowly with one hand while he held his uncle's hairy balls. They really needed to be shaved! "I'm going to get a glass," Tony said. "Why?" Albert asked. "There is no way Tad will be able to swallow fast enough when you shoot." "You want me to come in the glass?" "Sure! Why not? He wants to drink your milk. Let's make it easy for him." Albert nodded. Tad liked that idea! "Plus my furniture and carpet won't be soaked by your spunk." Tad pulled off his uncle and laughed with the two men. He quickly went back to drinking his uncle's nectar. "Do you like it, sweetheart?" Tony asked. Tad made an `mmm' sound without taking his lips off the end of his cock. Tony came back with a glass. He handed it to Albert. "We have a wonderful wife," Albert said. "Oh, I know that! We are very, very lucky," Tony said. "If you want a glass of milk, sweetheart, make your uncle come," Tony said. Tad took more of his cock into his mouth and stroked it while he sucked on the end. Albert thrust his crotch up towards his young wife. He began moaning. "Daddy would be proud of you, Albert." "I know. He will be even prouder when I fuck Tad-aah" Albert pulled his cock out of Tad's mouth and Tad got out of the way. Albert held the glass at the end of his cock while he stroked himself. Tad reached out and held his balls. Tad licked his lips as the milk shot out of his cock and into the glass. The first blast continued for several seconds in a continuous stream of spunk. By the time the second spurt started, the glass was one quarter full. "Wow!" "It's amazing, isn't it, sweetheart?" "It is!" "All that warm milk is yours, darling," Tony said. "It looks delicious!" Tad said. "I don't think this warm milk will help me sleep, though!" Tony chuckled. Albert groaned as his intense orgasm continued. The thought that Tad was so eager to drink his spunk excited him enormously. Tad rolled his uncle's balls gently, the way his father liked. Tad couldn't take his eyes off his uncle's shooting cock and the milk in the glass. With each long spurt, the glass filled. By the time of the fourth spurt, the glass was three-quarters full. This was possibly the most exciting thing Tad had ever seen. His uncle was so sexy. He was handsome, hairy, had a beautiful cock, and he could feed all that wonderful milk. Tad thought he would finally get as much as he wanted. His father's was so delicious, but there was never enough. "Will you be able to do this tomorrow?" Tad asked, eagerly. Albert grinned. "Angel, I'll be able to do this again for you tonight." Tad moaned and the two men laughed. "I don't think he wants that, Al." "Yes, I do! I do! Really!" The men laughed again. Albert's orgasm was ending. The glass was almost overflowing. Tony went after lube. He brought it back and handed it to Albert. Tony carefully took the full glass of milk from him. "Why don't you lick the rest of it," Tony suggested. Tad swallowed Albert's cock and the last bit went into his mouth. "Lube yourself up. I want you to fuck your wife while he drinks your milk. Maybe you can fill his cunt and his stomach at the same time," Tony said. "You know, breed and feed." "Will you let me fuck you, darling?" Albert asked Tad. "Of course! I'm your wife! I sure don't want you fucking anyone else," Tad said as he looked at the glass of milk his grandfather was holding. Albert got up. He squirted some lube on his fingers. He pushed one into Tad. Tad pushed his butt back. Albert pushed a second finger into him. "A fifty-year old virgin is about to fuck you, Tad." Albert laughed. "I haven't been a virgin since I was eight!" "You haven't fucked before." "That's true." Tad reached back for his cock and pushed back against it. Albert was very happy. Tad wanted him very much. That was a first for Albert. His father loved him, but Albert always knew it was because Mama had died. If she hadn't died, Daddy never would have fucked him. Daddy thought of her when he fucked him, he was sure. Albert groaned as his cock entered his lover. Tad was in a hurry and was doing most of the moving. Albert looked down and watched his big cock enter his little nephew. It was incredibly exciting. Despite the fact that he had just come, Albert was afraid he would come too quickly. Albert bent his knees so they were on the same level. He held his nephew's hips and began fucking him. "Here you go, sweetheart," Tony said, as he handed the glass to Tad. Tad drank some of it and the two men groaned. "Do you like my milk?" Albert asked. "It's great!" Tad said, before drinking more. Tony shook his head. He looked down at his own cock. It was completely stiff and dripping. He sighed, happily. This was the hottest thing he had ever seen. Even hotter than when Tad licked his father's spunk off Tony's cock and balls. Tad was still drinking sips of Albert's spunk. Albert looked happier than Tony ever remembered seeing him. "I know now why I didn't want anyone else, sexually," Albert said to Tony. "Because Tad is your wife?" "Yes. Maybe we are meant to be together. My body produces a lot of semen and he loves the stuff. I am glad I saved myself for him. So I could be here when he needed me." "I am, too, Uncle Albert." "Call me Al, Tad. I'm your husband. Uncle Albert is so formal." "OK, Al. I love you, and I love your milk!" The men chuckled. "I'm close, darling. Can I come in your cunt?" "Yes, Al. You gave me enough milk to drink." "Finish all of it, sweetheart." "I will!" Albert groaned as he came inside Tad. Tad drank the rest of the milk and sighed, happily. Tony just shook his head. Tad's stomach was full of sperm. Both his and his brother's. He wished his son was there to feed him, too. `Be glad soon' couldn't come quickly enough. Tony went and got his camera. He came back and took a picture of Tad's face. "He has a milk mustache," Tony said. "Oh, god!" Al said. While he was still inside him, Al wrapped his arms around Tad. He bent over. "I love you, baby. I have fallen in love, and I thought that would never happen." Tad was really happy, for the first time since- Albert reached down and rubbed Tad's stomach. It was full of his sperm. His cock was the only thing keeping his sperm inside Tad's cunt. He wanted to remain inside him. He picked Tad up and carried him to the chair. He sat, with Tad on his lap and his cock still buried in him. Tad spun around on his cock and pressed his mouth to Al's. The lovers kissed for almost thirty minutes while Tony stroked himself, watching. From where he was sitting, he could see the base of Albert's cock with Tad's hole stretched around it. That sight, plus the lovers' moans as they kissed kept his cock very stiff.