Date: Tue, 1 Feb 2005 04:33:34 EST
From: troy161@hotmail.com
Subject: Twin Studs Part I

My divorce was final.  My ex had moved to the East Coast with her new
lover and somehow had managed to take our teenage son with her.  I was still
dazed and confused how the court had made that happen. He was at the age, I
thought, where he needed a father more than a mother. The house was being sold
and I was moving into a two-story place on Elm Street.  It was too big for one
but I was reasonably sure, and hopeful, that Travis would be moving back with
me late in the summer to go to school for his senior year and if he did I
needed a place for us besides the little cramped apartment that I'd moved into
when my wife and I split up.
Elm Street is where I made the acquaintance of the Hart twins, Darin and
David.  I met them the day I moved in.  They made themselves known to me.  The two
boys I watched coming across the street were not the same boys when they got
up close. They were wearing ragged cut-off jeans and T-shirts whacked off
about up to their pecs, revealing abs that looked like stacks of bricks and thighs
that could move a tank, their muscular bodies belying their youthful,
innocent looks that I saw  when they were up close.
"Need some help?" one of them asked.
"Well, I wouldn't turn down help on a hot day like this," I said.  I was
surprised to hear the deep, mature voice come out of the boy's mouth.
"I'm Darin Hart.  This is my brother, David.  We live next door."
I glanced across the street where they had come from.
"Oh, we were across the street shooting hoop with the neighbor kid," David
explained.
"Dell Brady," I said, putting my hand out.  Their muscles danced and bulged
when we shook hands and I wondered how old they were.  It was hard to tell;
their eyes and their voices and their muscular bodies didn't match up.
"Where do you want us, Mr. Brady?"  Darin asked.
If I told them where I wanted them they might have run home in fright.
Instead I told them what they could do to help and they set right to unloading the
van.  I was impressed.  They worked like two men, lifting stuff out of the
truck by themselves that I thought should have taken both of them to pick up.
Their shirts were soon soaked with sweat and clinging to their muscles.
Watching them, my curiosity got the best of me.
"I'm guessing you guys are pretty much the same age, but how old are you?"
They had separated several times and now I didn't know which was which.  One
of them laughed and said, "Actually, I'm older than Darin by two minutes. And
we just turned sixteen."
I blinked, taken aback and visibly surprised.  "Whew!  That means you were
built like that when you were fifteen.  I've never seen fifteen or
sixteen-year-olds that look like you do," I said.
"Thanks. We hear that quite a bit.  We both lift weights," David said.
          "Obviously, from the looks of you, and by the way you handle the
stuff of the truck," I said.
          "It's nothing, really," David said.
          "It's a lot to me.  I appreciate the help."
          "Is your family joining you?" Darin asked.
"Actually, I'm moving in alone," I said.  "My son is living with his
mother.  He'll be moving here late in the summer to go to school."
"What grade?" Darin asked.
"How old is he?" asked David.
"He'll be a senior.  He'll turn eighteen right after he starts his senior
year."
"We'll be anxious to meet him."
          "Yeah, if he'll have anything to do with sixteen-year-old
sophomores," Darin said.
"Don't tell him you're sixteen. He'll never know by looking at you," I said.
          "He'll find out when we go to school," David said.
"We're in about the opposite situation than you and your son," Darin said.  "
Our dad works overseas; we only see him a few times a year."
          "That must be tough on all of you," I said.
"We have a great time when he's home," said David.
"Do you guys want something cold to drink?" I asked.
"Sure, thanks."
I led them inside the back porch where I had a cooler with beer and water and
pop iced down till the refrigerator was carried in and cooled down.  Once
inside, it struck me that I shouldn't be inviting them inside, but it was too
late; I couldn't tell them to go wait outside.  Besides, it was just the porch.
I got myself a beer and told them to help themselves.  I wasn't paying any
attention, assuming they would get a can of pop, but as I unfolded the lawn
chairs I saw that they had gotten themselves a beer instead.  They were quick on
the trigger, too, had the tabs pulled off and were guzzling the stuff before I
could say anything.
"Whoa, guys.  You're not supposed to be drinking that," I said.
"Why not, we did a man's work, didn't we?" David said.
He had me there.  "I can't deny that, but..."
          "Its not like we're going to be driving," Darin said.  "We live
right next door. We don't even have our licenses yet."
          My only argument was the law and the fact that I was a new guy in
the neighborhood who had a couple of underage studs guzzling beer on my back
porch, but I didn't voice the argument.
"What's your mother going to say, you guys over here drinking beer with a
stranger?"  I said.  "Remind me to give you some mints before you go home.  I
don't want her to smell beer on your breath."
          "Our mother died when we were ten," David said, matter-of-factly. "
Our aunt lives here with us.  And our uncle is who-knows-where.  We're pretty
much all she's got so she lets us pretty much do what we please."
          As I said, I didn't have any argument except the law and somehow it
didn't matter in the face of their logic, and their mere physical presence
made it matter even less.  I let them finish their beer then we got back to work.
"The worst is yet to come," I said.  "The appliances are up in the nose of
the truck; washer and dryer, stove and refrigerator."
          "No sweat," Darin said as he jumped in the truck.  He pulled his
brother up after him.  They maneuvered the washer and dryer and stove to the
tailgate without my help and Darin jumped down for him and I to lift them down
onto the driveway.  Then he climbed back up in the truck to get the
refrigerator.  When they had it at the tailgate Darin jumped down from the truck and
skinned off his T-shirt.  I tried not to do a double-take when I saw his bare,
muscular upper body; his broad, thick pecs and his deeply-cut abs sloping sexily
down into his cutoffs.  I stepped up to help them bring the refrigerator down
out of the truck just as Darin turned his back to the tail gate.
"Bring it down nice and easy," he told his brother.
"What? You can't carry a refrigerator on your back," I blurted.
"Watch me," he said smartly.
"He can do it," David said.  "Either one of us can do it.  It's all in the
balance."
          I was still hesitant and dubious. I could just see the boy's legs
buckling under the weight and the dam thing crushing him.  I wondered how much
of his confidence had come from the beer he drank.
"We've done this before, "David assured me.  "The fridge will stick to his
bare skin and he can walk right in with it while we balance it."
          His brother was already easing the refrigerator off the tailgate
and I helped bring it to rest and balance it on Darin's broad back.  I held my
breath as the boy straightened under the tremendous weight.  His thighs bulged
mightily under the strain but he didn't falter.  I shouldn't have worried
about his legs buckling but I held my breath more as he we made our way down the
drive and into the back porch. There were two steps up into the kitchen.
Darin maneuvered the steps like it was level ground, his ham-strings bulging.
Inside the kitchen, we eased the refrigerator off the boy's back and set it
upright.
"Are you okay?" I asked him as I helped him straighten up. "Is your back
okay?"
"Stop making a fuss," he said, laughing.  "My legs did all the work, and I'
ve got powerful legs."
"Yes, I can see that," I said.  "I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't seen it;
a sixteen-year-old carrying a refrigerator on his back."  But as I said, he
had thighs that could move a tank and he left me awed by his sheer strength.  I
glanced at my watch.  I had to get the truck back to the rental place.
"We'll try to get some more done while you're gone," the boys said.
I was reluctant to leave them alone in the house but I couldn't say anything
and kick them out without conveying that I didn't trust them.  Besides,
everything was stacked in the back porch and outside on the drive and I wouldn't
mind having them help getting some of it inside.
As is usually the case, there was a hassle turning the truck in and it took
me longer than I expected to get back.  More than an hour, including the time
waiting on a cab.  I had visions of my stereo and TV and stuff gone and already
circulating through the black-market.  I was wrong and very much ashamed for
the thoughts.  Not only was it all still there, it was placed in the living
room and hooked up!  The boys had even carried in most of the furniture and
placed it.
"You'll probably want to change things around but we at least got it inside
and hooked up," Darin said.  "David hooked everything up. He's the
electronics genius."
They took me upstairs where they had set my bed up in the small room
overlooking the driveway that separated my house from theirs, along with the rest of
the bedroom furniture. David had also hooked up the smaller TV in my bedroom.
"I didn't know if you wanted a TV in your bedroom but maybe you like to lie
in bed and watch X-rated movies," David said.
I laughed but didn't confirm or deny.
"Is this okay?" Darin asked with a wave around the room.
I had intended to use the bigger bedroom for my own but I told them it was
fine.
"We carried your workout bench and weights to the bigger room," David
said. "We figured you needed more room to work out than to sleep...depending,
of course, on how many people you might have sleeping in here."
          "As it is, you're right across the drive from our bedroom," Darin
pointed out, laughing.  "We can wave goodnight to each other."
Yes, the smaller bedroom would work out fine, I thought.  From the little
innuendos I was hearing, I was afraid, and hopeful, that other things were going
to work out, maybe too fine. I wondered where I would put Travis when he came
home to live but it wasn't something that had to be decided right then. I
still pondered the odd, almost suggestive, things that the boys were saying.
"There are still some boxes and lamps and stuff that need to be carried
inside; do you want us to come over after supper and help you unpack?" David asked.
"Naw, I can handle that.  You boys have done enough," I said.
"It's no bother.  We can come over and help keep the trash gathered up and
cut down boxes," Darin said eagerly.
He said it like they were coming whether or no and it dawned on me that the
boys were virtually fatherless and perhaps needed a man in their lives and that
really did want to come over and help.
"Okay guys, I could use you for that,' I said.
"You can use us for anything you need, Mr. Brady.  Just ask," Darin said.
With a chill down my spine, I mentally added that to the other strange things
the boys had said. Downstairs, they went to the cooler.
"Hey, guys, coke this time," I said sternly.  "You work like men but that
doesn't change the law."
"Coke it is," one of them said.
As much as I appreciated the boys' help I was glad when it came time for them
to go home, at least till after supper.  I needed a little time alone to get
my bearings...and the things they said still laid heavy on my mind.  My alone
time  was short-lived.  The two boys were back promptly after supper.  I didn'
t really mind. I welcomed the help and they were nice to have around and easy
on the eyes.  I was wondering, though, how I was going to manage living next
door to the two handsome, teenage hunks, especially with them being so forward.
Needless to say, that wasn't the end of the Hart twins. I fell asleep in
front of the TV.  I woke up and went upstairs.  I pulled the blinds in my bedroom
and undressed and crawled into bed to get ready for the first day of my new
life.  I realized then that I had pulled the blinds earlier when we were working
in the room, but they were open again.  The boys must have opened them.  I
remembered their remark about waving goodnight.
I didn't have to go to work the next day and I was looking forward to making
good use of the time, unpacking and arranging things.  I was fixing breakfast
when there was a knock at the back door.  It was the twins and their aunt.  I
was taken by what the boys were wearing; workout shorts, white T-shirts again,
cut off just below their pecs and the sleeves cut off.  Except for their
youthful, innocent looks, they could've almost been deemed indecent.  We exchanged
greetings while the aunt scrutinized me.  I knew she had come over, or
perhaps the boys brought her, to see if I was some dirty old man or a pervert.  I
didn't blame her.  If I had nephews who looked like they did, I would have been
just as protective.  After a few minutes of nice conversation, during which I
managed to keep my eyes off of her boys, she seemed to be satisfied that I was
okay and left.  The boys stayed.
"Got anything you want us to do, Mr. Brady?" Darin asked.
I had the feeling that they could turn into pests, but still, I enjoyed their
company. We unpacked the rest of the boxes and they cut them down and hauled
the trash out to the dumpster in the alley.
"Have you got a lawn mower, Mr. Brady?" David asked.  "Your grass needs
mowing."
          "No, I didn't need one where I lived before," I said.  "I guess I
need to get one."
          "You don't need to be in a hurry to get one, we'll use ours."
          "Maybe I could hire you boys to take care of the yard till I get a
mower," I said.
"You can't hire us, but we'll do it." David said.
They didn't need me in the yard so I straightened things up inside and moved
things around and made a feeble attempt to make the place look like home.  It
definitely lacked my wife's touch.  I missed my son.  I ached, I missed him so
much.  In a way I missed his mother, too, but I didn't let myself dwell on
that.
I took cold drinks out to the boys.  They had taken off their shirts and
their smooth, tanned muscles glistened with sweat in the warm sun.
"What, no beer?" Darin joked.
"Not till I have a talk with your aunt to see if it's okay," I said.
"She'll probably say it is.  We drink beer with our dad," David said.
"I'm not your dad," I pointed out.
We stood in the shade of the tree for them to cool down and give me a chance
to check them out in their bare flesh.
"Are you sure there's not some mistake on our birth certificates?  Are you
sure you're only sixteen?" I asked, letting my eyes rake boldly over their
bare muscles.
"It's a fact," Darin said.
"You guys are going to have a real serious problem with the girls when you
get your license; if you don't already," I said.
"The only problem we've got is us," Dave said. "OOOwwhwhh!" he yelped when
his brother punched him in the side.  They wrestled around and the remark was
quickly dropped, leaving me to wonder, what didn't Darin want his brother to
say?
"Actually, our dad has already had that talk with us, about girls," Darin
said.
By the time they were finished with the grass the boys' workout shorts were
dark and damp with sweat around the waist and down the crack of their butts.  I
offered them ten bucks each but they refused it.
"We're just being neighborly, like our dad taught us," Darin said.
"I don't feel right, having you do it for nothing," I said.
"Don't worry, we'll collect one way or another," David said with a wide
grin.
"Yeah, just give us time to think of something," Darin added.
I didn't pursue that remark, but added it to the list.
That night I decided to leave the blinds up in my bedroom.  The boys' aunt
was a real babe.  I didn't now where her bedroom was but if it was across the
drive from me, I didn't mind if she had a good view.  I undressed down to my
shorts, not right in front of the window but I made no attempt to hide from view.
 I was about to turn out the light when a light came on across the drive in a
second-story window.  I paused to see if it was her bedroom, or the boys'
room.  Just then one of the boys came into the room.  I started to duck back but
he looked over and saw me and waved. Since he had already seen me I waved
back.  He waved his brother over to the window and we waved to each other.  I was
feeling a little foolish playing games with a couple of teenaged boys but I
let go of the light switch and didn't turn it off.  If there was anything to
that remark...waving good-night to each other...I wanted to find out. Besides,
it was harmless, watching and waving across the driveway.
The boys started undressing and playing grab-ass.  When they were down to
their shorts and T-shirts, they moved squarely in front of the window, one then
the other, and peeled off their shirts and tossed them aside.  Then David, who
was standing behind Darin, suddenly jerked Darin's shorts down.  It was
obvious that they were putting on a show for me.  Darin tore into him and they
wrestled around like boys will till Darin had literally torn David's shorts off of
him.  He waved the ragged garment around victoriously.  I didn't know what
motivated me...maybe it was their bold, boyish playfulness drawing me in, along
with the feeling of safety...but I stood in front of my window and peeled my
shorts off and stepped out of them, casual as hell; casual as if I were stripping
down in the locker room.
The boys laughed and applauded and gave me a thumbs up.   I quickly turned
off the light and got in bed, bewildered more my behavior than theirs.  It wasn'
t something I should have done, even with the safety of the driveway between
us  What if their aunt had seen me?  She could change her mind pretty quick
about me being a pervert.


I was a little embarrassed the next day when the boys came over.
"Listen, about last night...the little show we put on for each other...I got
to thinking later...I hope to hell your aunt's bedroom doesn't face my house.
"
"No, her bedroom is on the other side of the house, on the first floor,"
David said.
I wasn't exactly disappointed but I feigned disappointment in front of the
boys.  "Well, dam, I guess there's no sense of me stripping down in front of my
window, then," I said.
"Sure, you can do it for us," David said.
          Add another remark to the list.   They noticed my funny look.
          "Hey, we did it for you," Darin said.  "Didn't you like it?"
          "Okay.  Yeah...Thanks."  It was dumb, what came out of my mouth,
but I didn't know what else to say.
          They insisted on helping me again and I didn't turn them away.  I
liked them, and I began to wonder if their friendliness and all those off-hand
remarks might add up to something.  I would have to be careful.  And sure.
They made the decision that we should straighten up and arrange the workout
room.  I didn't argue with them.  I wasn't ready to tackle the dozens of boxes
stacked in the other tiny room.
          "Hey, where is your son going to sleep when he comes to live with
you?" David asked.
          "I haven't decided yet," I said.  "Maybe I'll take the smaller
room and let him have my bedroom," I said.
          "I'll tell you where I would sleep if I were him," Darin said.  "
Right here, in the weight room."
          "Yeah, me too.  If we had a weight room like this, we would both be
sleeping in it."
          "I'm not sure he would go for that," I said.
          "I'll bet he would, especially if he's a jock."
          "He is."
          "Well, jocks like to be around weights and workout stuff," Darin
said.
          "And there's plenty of room in here," David put in. "It'd be
handy, too.  Pump out a few bench presses before he goes to bed, or if he can't
sleep, get up and work out."
          "This is a great setup.  He's lucky to have a weight room like
this," the other boy said.  "Is he a bodybuilder, or does he just keep in shape
for sports?"
          "He started out getting in shape for sports but as he began putting
on muscle, he started wanting to get bigger.  Let's just say he's an
extremely well-built athlete.  Sort of like you guys.  Do you boys belong to a gym?"
          "No, we weren't able to join till we were sixteen.  We're hoping
our dad will take us down to when he comes home. We work out up at the school
when we can.  The place isn't open all the time and the equipment is shit, but
it's better than nothing."
          I didn't know whether they were hinting around and I knew it wasn'
t a good idea, but I decided to offer to let them use my weights.
          "Listen, you guys could work out here if you want to, at least till
Travis comes home," I said.
          They broke out in big smiles, then laughed, they were so excited.
          "You'd let us do that?"
          "That'd be great!"
          "We promise we won't get in your way; when you want to use your
weights, we're out of here."
          "You guys could work out during the day when I'm at work," I said.
          "You mean, come in your house when you're not here?" Darin asked,
surprised.
          "Were you planning to clean me out?" I asked.
          "No, but..."
          "I left you guys alone when I took the rental truck back and you
didn't run off with anything," I said.
          "Oh, we wouldn't do anything like that."
          "I'll show you where I leave the key," I said.  "I would like for
you guys to know about the key anyway, so if there's an emergency when I'm
not here, you could let somebody in."
          That night I left the blind up but turned my light off so I could
watch the boys in dark privacy.  They both undressed in front of the window
with the light on, but more casually this time.  Not showing off; they just
undressed.  I couldn't figure them out.  These boys were certainly sending out
vibes but I wasn't sure I was interpreting right.  I would have to take it slow.
I surprised myself when I realized that I had made up my mind; that I'd made
the decision to make a play for the young teenagers.  It scared me a little.  I
wasn't all that experienced about making a direct play.  My experience with
other guys was pretty much in the realm of the adult video store in the next
town, and you didn't really have to make a play there.
          My job as a construction foreman gave me an early day.  I went to
work about six and got off around three.  It would work out well with the boys
when school started.  I would get home right after they did and hopefully
would find the working out in my weight room.  But if course, when school started,
Travis would be there, which would curtail my activities.  But for the
remaining few weeks of summer, I hoped to build up a rapport with the boys.  I just
hoped the boys weren't shy about going into the house.
          I shouldn't have worried; not with those two.  I came home from
work that first afternoon to find them working out, wearing only their socks and
tight, brief workout shorts.  They way they bulged in front, and in back,
belied their age as much as the rest of the bodies. I'd never seen more perfect
specimens in a gym. I tried not to look but it was impossible to keep my eyes
off their magnificent bodies.
          "You said we could work out, so here we are," Darin said
cheerfully as he tipped a bottle of water up for a long drink.
          "We'll be out of your way in a minute, by the time you change into
your workout clothes," David said.
          "Oh, I'm not working out, you guys go ahead and take your time," I
said. Truth was, I didn't trust myself yet to work out with the boys.  I didn'
t trust myself to be in such close proximity with their near-naked bodies,
especially if I was near- naked, too.  But I did stay and watch them finish
their workout.  They worked up quite a sweat and David picked up his T-shirt to
wipe off his chest.
          "I'll get you a towel," I said.
          "Naw, that's okay."
          "Listen, you guys can shower here, too," I said quickly.  "Bring
over a change of clothes."  I shuddered inside at what I'd said, thinking...
hoping...where it might lead.
          "We don't want to be that much bother, using your towels and your
hot water," Darin said.
          "Don't worry about it.  It's no bother," I assured them.  Godd,
if I could just get them in the shower, naked, I could see what those big
bulges were all about.  And I was dying to see their tight, bare butts.
          The next afternoon the boys were there again.  And the next.  It
looked like they were going to become permanent fixtures.  But they weren't
intrusive about it.  They were always polite and considerate and quick to back out
of the way when I came home.
          I came home one day to find that they had taken the bed out of the "
storage room" and set it up along one wall in the weight room.  They'd also
carried Travis's dresser and nightstand in.
          "I hope you don't mind, we set up your son's bed for him, and
brought his dresser in," David said.  "If he doesn't like it, or if you don't
like it, we can take it back out."
          "No, there is plenty of room," I said.  "I think Travis will like
it."
          "For the time being, we brought over some extra clothes, like you
said," Darin said as he opened a dresser drawer.  "When Travis comes home, we'
ll take our stuff home and get out of your lives."
          "Well, there's no need to do that; get out of our lives.  Travis
will want to meet you, and he would probably like to have your guys to work out
with."
          "I doubt if he's a senior. Seniors don't usually like to have much
to do with lowly sophomores."
I left my bedroom light on so I could watch the boys.  I think they knew I
was still watching them, from the way they acted.  Like one night when they were
undressing for bed, one of them came up behind the other and grabbed him
around his chest and started humping his butt.  They wrestled around, laughing,
like the boys they were, and then moved out of sight.  Coupled with their
remarks, I got the feeling they were showing off for me...teasing me.

As the summer plodded along, I began to feel like I was in a squeeze.  I hadn'
t worked up the nerve to try anything and time was getting shorter and the
two boys were getting sexier and more risqué in their talk and actions.  I
needed to make my move before Travis arrived.
Toward the latter part of summer the boys started drivers ed.  They didn't
get in the same class, though.  Darin had it in the morning and Dave in the
afternoon.  Up till then, their workouts had been always together, and timed for
when I would be home or coming home from work. So far, I had refrained from
working out with them, fearing the temptation would be too great.  I told them
they could come over to work out when I wasn't there but their aunt said they
didn't need to be running in and out of the house at all hours of the day.  I
did come home one day to find Darin working by himself.  I did a double-take
when I saw him; all he had on was his jockstrap.
"I hope you don't mind.  I was here myself, and I always wanted to do this.
Dave's got his drivers ed class," he said.
"No, I don't mind, but I wouldn't recommend doing it at school," I said,
jokingly.
"You wanta work out with me?  I could use a spotter on bench press."
Yeah, I wanted to in the worse way, but I didn't trust myself.  I didn't
want to trust myself, and this time seemed different.  I think it was because he
was by himself.  I didn't know whether I felt safer or more confident with him
alone but seeing the way he filled out his jockstrap sent tremors through me
and the desire became almost unbearable. The bulge was huge...like he had
something besides his manhood stuffed in there.
"Yeah, I will work out with you," I told him. I went into my bedroom across
the hall to change out of my work clothes.  Down to my shorts I walked back
across the hall to get my workout clothes.
"Hey, why don't you work out in your jockstrap, too?" Darin said.
"Naw, that's okay."  It sounded like an invitation but I was till gun-shy. I
went back to my bedroom to change.  Just seeing the kid in his jockstrap was
going to be about all I could handle, let alone stripping down to my own.
He eyed me when I walked into the room.  "You've got a great build," he said
casually.
"So do you."
"You're built like my dad. As far as I can see, anyway," he added. He
grinned at my curious scowl.  "My dad is built all over, if you get my meaning."
"I get your meaning," I said, without emotion. That was about the last straw
on the long list of curious and titillating things the boys had been coming
up with since I moved in.
"From what I can tell, you've got your dad's genes," I said, glancing at
his  jock.  How easy the words came out!
"Yeah, I guess I did," he said, feigning embarrassment. "Dave and I both did.
"
"As a point of curiosity, does being a twin apply everywhere?" I asked.
He chuckled.  "Yeah, we're the same size, even pretty much the same shape.
If you were looking at us standing side by side, you couldn't tell us apart."
"I can't tell you apart now," I said.
"There're a couple of ways to tell us apart, for somebody who hasn't been
around us all our lives.  Three, actually."
"What are they?"
"David's got a little birthmark right here, close to his ear lobe.  You'd
have to be really looking for it to notice.  I've got a birthmark right back
here, at the top of my right butt cheek," he said, pulling the waist band of his
jockstrap down to show me.  As if I needed a closer look at that cute, tight
butt!
"What's the other?" I asked.
"David's cock has a slight upward curve to it when he's hard, where mine
is straighter, and stands up close to my belly when I'm hard, and I've got a
slightly bigger head on mine."
"Well, thanks for all that information," I joked.  "I guess most people have
to go to the ear lobe to tell you apart, then, I don't guess that many people
get a chance to notice the other differences," I said.
"They do every chance we get," he assured me. His was a rather nervous laugh
and I managed a nervous smile for a moment of nervous pause.  Then I stuck my
neck out so far I could almost feel the executioner's blade.
"Well, you've showed me your birthmark...." I said.  I let my voice trail
off, finishing my question.  Our eyes leveled with each other for the couple of
seconds it took him to decide for sure that the feigned protocol between us
had been breached.
"Sure," he said, squeezing his pouch.  "Give me a minute to get it hard."
Then he stuck HIS neck out and I could feel the noose tightening around my own
neck. "You wanta do it for me?.......get it hard?" he asked with a
mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
Another barrier down.  I was hesitant to a fault.  I mean, it was almost a
balk.
"I think it's been leading up to this, hasn't it?" he said.
"I was hoping so," I said as I stepped over and began groping the pouch of
his jockstrap.  It was full of soft, rubbery meat and a couple of big potatoes.
It was a good sign that he must be pretty good size; especially being a
teenager. He would have been hard if it'd been his own hand but he was still
working it up, and I wondered how big he would get.
"Dave and I have been hoping this might happen." he said as he reached down
for the front of my shorts.
"I wondered, from some things you said, and the little shows you put on in
front of your window," I said.
          "So you did notice," he grinned.
"Yes, but I wasn't sure, and I was afraid to take the chance. You're just
baely sixteen, for chrissakes."
"Do we look sixteen?  Does that feel like sixteen?" he asked, pressing the
bulge of his jockstrap into my hand.
"Inches, maybe," I said.
"You're off by about seven inches."
"Only seven?  That makes you either twenty-three inches, or...Geezusss, you'
ve got nine inches?!"
"You're gonna find out in about a minute."
His cock was indeed growing and getting hard.  He shoved his hand down inside
my shorts and took hold of my cock.  "Fuck," he gasped.
"You're about as big as I am," I said.
"Not as thick.  Fuck.  I can't even get my hand around it!"
"Just wait...you're only sixteen."
He hooked his thumbs in my shorts and pulled them down.  My cock swung free,
nearly hard.
"Wow!"  He bent down to take my shorts all the way off and help me step out
of them.  Then he went down on his haunches.  "Dam, this thing is beautiful!
Wait till Dave sees it."  He looked up at me with those sexy eyes and said,  "
I wanta suck it," and before I could say anything he had my cock in his mouth.
"OOohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I moaned.
He smiled around my cock.  I groaned again as he began lashing around the
head with his tongue.  I was in a daze, standing there with the sixteen-year-old
hunk sucking my cock.  Geezuss, what was I doing!  But it wasn't his first
time to have a cock in his mouth.  Nobody sucks cock that good his first time.
He had sure surprised me. I thought I was going to suck him and I was about to
till he went down on his knees in front of me.  He worked my cock like it was
a challenge, sucking with exuberance, trying to force it in his throat.
"I want to take it al the way," he said, wiping his hand with the back of
his mouth, "but you're too big.  I bet Dave can t take it, though.  He'll be
able to take it down to the hairs."
I wished David was there.
As the boy was sucking me I had visions of both of the young studs stretched
out on the floor or across Travis's bed and me servicing both of their big
cocks.  He kept trying to take more of my cock.
"You don`t have to swallow it, you're doing fine," I told him.
"I want to learn to do it so bad, but I choke and gag every time I try it
with Dave."
"Well, keep working, you'll do it, but don't be in a hurry to take mine.
Take your time.  I had a hell of a time learning to handle oversized cocks."
"You suck?" he asked, sounding surprised.
"I was about to till you went down on me first," I said.
"Oh, Mann, wait till I tell Dave this. We were hoping like hell but we didn'
t think you would," he said.  He thrust his hips forward, showing his hardon.
"Do you think you could take all of this?"
"Yes."
"No shit!"  He stood up, his cock banging against mine.  "Show me.  Show me
how you do it."
I sat on the end of the bench and wrapped my hand around his cock. "I'm
barely able to get my hand around yours," I said.
"Still think you can swallow it?"
I nodded and wet my lips.  I opened my mouth and his cock found it.  He
shoved half of it in my mouth before I was ready, and he choked me.
"Sorry."
"I wasn't ready, that's all.  Let me take it at my own pace first then you
can fuck my mouth."
"Yeah...okay."
I sucked his cock, going father down on the shaft as together we gradually
forced the head through my throat.  Back and forth through the tight opening
till my throat muscles began to relax and stretch.
"Aww, fuck, I see how you're doing it."
I pulled him forward by his hips, forcing his cock all the way in my throat
and clasped my hands around his hard butt and held him in tight.  His hot cock
throbbed in my throat till I eased back off of it.  Only then did he gasp.
"Oohhh. Geezuss, Dave never took it that easy. He has to really work on it to
get all the way down on it."
"I can show you and easier way," I said, standing up.
"Show me."
I lay on the bench with my head hanging over the end.  "This opens your
throat up and it's the perfect angle for most cocks, especially one with a
slight curve upward."  I motioned for him to step up and give me his cock.  He
pushed it down in my mouth and bent his knees and sank all the way in to his
balls.
"Awwhhhh...Awww, I see what you mean!" he moaned.  He fucked my open throat
for awhile then raised up.  "I wanta try it now, on you."
I got up and Darin lay down with his head hanging over the end of the bench.
He opened his mouth and swallowed and worked his throat muscles for a minute.
"You ready?" I asked, stroking my cock.
"Yes, let's do it," he said, his eyes glued to my throbbing cock.  "I don't
know if I can handle that big, thick fucker, but I'm gonna try."
I straddled his head and aimed my cock down into his mouth.  I worked it in
and out a few times to give him a chance to relax then I bore down against the
spongy barrier of his throat.  At the same time I bent over him.  The position
perfected the angle of my cock and scooped his cock up in my mouth.  It was
also the perfect angle to swallow him all the way.  He groaned around my cock
and lifted his head to force it into his throat.  I bore down at the same time
and impaled him on it. He uttered a choking groan and wrapped his arms around
my butt.  I let him hold it in his throat for a moment then gently fucked a
couple of inches back and forth through his gullet.  He took it okay and I used
more of my cock to fuck his throat.  Finally, I was using my entire cock,
popping the head back and forth in and out of his throat till he turned his head
away for a moment.
"Man, I did it!" he exclaimed proudly, wiping the slobber off the corner of
his mouth.
"You sure did."
"Thanks for showing me, man.  Fuck, just wait till I show Dave I can take
his cock all the way to his balls."
"When will your brother be home?" I asked.
"Not soon enough," he said.  "But I want to suck your cock till I come.  And
make you come too.  That really sets me off like nothing else.  It's like a
big load of hot come shooting in my mouth automatically clicks my trigger.  Do
you come a lot?"
"I never had any complaints from anybody that had a taste for it," I said.
"I come a lot.  Dave and I both do.  We figure our dad must shoot a lot, and
maybe that's how he made twins.  Can I have a load?  I've got a taste for the
stuff. Dave is the only one I've ever tasted, though.  I'd like to see if it
tastes different with different guys."
"It does," I said.  "Have you and your brother ever done anything with
anyone besides each other?"
"No.  Just him and me...me and him.  This may sound terrible, but we would
really like to make it with...well, our dad."
"Geez, watch what you say, Darin."
"That's the reason we put out so many feelers with you, hoping you would
take the bait.  If we can't have our dad, we wanted you.  Dave is going to be so
excited and happy."
"I'm curious about something," I said.
"Okay, but can it wait till later?  I've really got something better to do
with my mouth and I'm really anxious to get your load and see what your come
tastes like," he said.
We went over to the bed.
"Let's do a sixty-nine," he said.
 Yeah, he knew what that was too.
"Dave and I do it sixty-nine fashion almost every night.  It makes us sleep
better," he said.
"You've got a lock on your door, I presume."
"Yeah, dad put it on the last time he was home....said we should have our
privacy, and not take a chance on embarrassing Aunt Missy.  We didn't figure out
till later that he was probably trying to tell us something...that he knew."
"He was a teenager once."
"Yeah, he told us that," Darin said, laughing.
"Sounds like your dad is pretty cool."
"Hot is more like it."
We lay side by side for awhile then turned over so I was astraddle him on
top.  We found the right stance for me to fuck his mouth and his hands were free
to roam over my body.  He seemed to especially like my butt.  After awhile we
rolled over again with him on top. He gave my throat a good workout as he took
my cock deep-throat.  He learned fast, now that he had discovered how to do
it.  He was on top of me, pumping his cock in and out of my throat when he
suddenly dropped his load.  It was with little warning.  His pace got faster and
more irregular and I knew he was losing control. I loosened the reins too and
let my climax start to build.
He buried his cock in my throat, smashing my face and nose with his hard abs.
 His cock swelled and quivered then I felt the heat of his come spurting deep
in my throat.  I managed to push up on his hips so his cock was in my mouth.
I wanted to feel his come shooting in my mouth and taste it.  He gave me more
than a taste. He filled my mouth with just four spurts and he was still
coming.  I shot off and he squealed around my cock and in his excitement he rammed
is cock down my throat again.  He impaled me as I had done to him. With my
mouth full of come and his cock, my cheeks ballooned under the sudden pressure
flattening my face.  He showed me no mercy as he pumped his hot boy-cum in my
throat, so deep I thought he might be shooting it directly into my stomach.
Only problem, was, I couldn't taste it. At the same time he was gobbling my cock
hungrily, gulping down my spewing come, sucking for more.  We finished
draining our balls at about the same time.  When he rose up and pulled his cock out
of my throat it caused a little whirlpool and his load swirled into my gaping
throat. He gave me a moment to gulp it down then I sucked the last of it out of
his cock before he raised up, disentangling us.
"Dam, that tasted good," he exclaimed as he lay on his side, his head
resting on my thigh.
"You sure know how to take it." I said.  "Most guys choke on it when I try
to come in their mouth."
"I take Dave's load all the time and he shoots like a horse.  Man, your come
tasted good."  He let out a big sigh and turned around to lie beside me.  "I
can hardly wait to tell Dave.  Wait!  I won't tell him.  We'll show him," he
said gleefully.  "We'll come over to work out and you join us and you and I
can start feeling each other up right in front of him.  It'll blow his mind!"
"He's going to know something is different if you're suddenly able to take
his cock all the way next time you guys are messing around," I said.
"I won't take it all the way.  I'll suck him like I always do and pretend to
choke and gag, till we have a chance to come over here."

Our tryst was interrupted by the unexpected return of their father.  I was so
thankful that there wasn't anything suspicious going on when he came home.  I
would not have wanted to face the man's wrath. He arrived sometime during the
night.  I woke up the next morning and went out on my porch to see this
muscular guy, about my age, walking around in his back yard in his jeans, barefoot,
and no shirt.  He was drinking a cup of coffee.  He seemed to be just
enjoying the early  morning under the trees.  He was about six-two, taller than me,
muscles layered over muscle, with a deep tan that only accented his muscles. I
saw him from the back where his torso seemed to explode out of the waist of
his jeans, spreading up from his waist in a wide V then straight out to the
broad, muscle-heaped shoulders. He had the neck of a football player with short
cropped hair neatly trimmed on the back of his neck.
His thighs looked thick even in his jeans, and his butt filled them out like
a teenage bodybuilder.  I let out a little gasp when he turned around. Talk
about perfection!  There were those wide shoulders again and his narrow waist
that didn't even touch the waist of his jeans, and in between was the frontal
perfection.  A broad chest, thick with muscle, pecs so big I didn't think my
hands would reach across them.  The twin slabs of muscle looked like they were
carved out of stone and smoothed off around the edges.  Slightly down from
center of each pec was a big turgid nipple.  Except that his pecs were flat and
solid, they could have been tits.  A lot of girls would have been jealous of his
chest development.  Below the shelf of his pecs was more perfection, ridged
and evenly placed clumps of ab muscles that looked like two stacks of bricks,
not four, but five high.  The guy didn't mess with a six pack.  He had the whole
damned case.  They were framed by slabs of tenderloin sloping from under his
arms down each side and curving gracefully into his jeans.  He sported a neat
spattering of hair across his chest and down his stomach, not gorilla-like,
but a nice, growth that looked like he kept it trimmed which only enhanced his
exuding manliness.
His thighs bulged even thicker from the front and at their apex was a balled
up protrusion where his jeans fit the tightest.  His muscles rippled at the
slightest movement, his thick huge arms curled into huge biceps when he brought
the coffee cup up to his mouth.   Even though I'd never seen him before, this
had to be the twins' dad.  I could see where the boys got it. I stepped out
from my porch to make myself known before he went back in the house.
"Good morning."
"Hey, there," he said with a friendly look, not quite a smile.
I walked across my yard and through the gate that separated my yard from his.
"I'm Dell Brady. I just moved in next door."
He put out his hand and I was treated to the incredibly big arms again as we
shook hands.
"Good, I'm glad to see somebody in the house. I hated it setting empty.
Invites nothing but trouble.  I'm Adam Hart, by the way. You've probably met my
twin sons and my sister-in-law."
"Yes, the boys came right over the day I moved in and helped me unload and
carry everything inside.  And they take care of the yard."
"I hope they haven't made a pest of themselves."
"Not at all. They work like men," I said.
"Yes, they do, but then they're pretty much built like men," he said.
"Yes, I didn't believe they were only sixteen.  Darin said they got your
genes.  I can see that."  It was an opportunity to look him over without feeling
uncomfortable about it. He seemed embarrassed by the compliment. "Darin
actually carried my refrigerator in on his back, by himself," I added.
Adam laughed.  "Yeah, I taught him how to do that.  It's all in the balance
and the legs."
"Well, he certainly has the legs.  The boys said you work in the oil field."
"Actually, I work off-shore drilling...on a spar, out in the ocean," he said.
"That has to be exciting, and a little scary."
"Not any more.  I gets pretty exciting when a storm comes up but mostly it's
a pretty boring routine. And a little lonely out there cooped up with a bunch
of other guys."
Be still my heart!  Where do I apply!  Suddenly the back door burst open and
David and Darin came running out of the house in their jeans, also shirtless
and barefoot.
"Dad!  Dad!  We didn't know you were here!"
"Why didn't you wake us up?"
The two boys threw their arms around their dad and hugged him like a big
teddy bear.  He wrapped a powerful arm around each one of them, lifting their
considerable weight up off the ground and I took his coffee cup so he could hug
them.  It was heart warming to see such affection between boys that age and
their dad, not to mention sexy.  I missed Travis and when he used to hug me like
that. I wanted to tell Adam how lucky he was and I wondered what a short time
it would be before the boys would think it too boyish to hug their dad.  It was
sexy and erotic, too, their muscles smashed and writhing together and I
thought about what Darin had said about the boys secretly wanting to have sex with
this big muscular man who was their father.
"Aunt Missy has breakfast ready.  Do you want to eat breakfast with us?"
David asked.
"No, thanks.  You guys go ahead."  I handed Adam his cup.
"You're welcome to eat with us," Adam said.
"No, I think you need this time with your sons," I said.
My heart flip-flopped as I walked back to my yard and watched the three sexy
hunks walk into the house.
I half expected it and sure enough the boys brought their dad over to see
Travis' room; which was their workout room for the time being.  They came in
their workout clothes, I think to show off for him. I invited him to work out with
them but he declined. They rushed through a workout, mostly to show off, then
David had to take Darin to take his drivers test.
"Do you want to come with us, dad?" Darin asked.
"No, it might make you nervous, me being there," he said.
When the boys had rushed off I invited Adam for a beer.  He accepted.  We sat
out on the deck and drank beer and talked, about his job when I could get him
to answer questions, but mostly about the boys.
          "Listen, you're welcome to come over and work out with the boys
while you're home," I said.
          "Thanks, I go down to the gym to work out.  I'll probably take
them with me now."
          "They would like that."
"I hope it's all right for the boys to sort of hang out over here," he said.
"Well, their aunt seems to think so."
"Yeah, she said she checked you out," he said, laughing.
"Yes, she did."
"Actually, I appreciate it," he said.
"You should.  She keeps a close eye on them."
"No, I meant you taking them under your wing the way you obviously have," he
said.
I laughed.  "Well, it's hard not to, they have a way of ingratiating
themselves."
"If that's a polite way of saying they make pests of themselves..."
"No, I didn't mean that at al.  They certainly don't.  It's the way they
exude friendliness.  The way they came right over to help me move in, and cut my
grass.  Most boys that age would be too shy but your sons wouldn't take no
for an answer."
"Well, they were never accused of being shy," he said, laughing.  "They need
a male influence in their lives, and I'm not here."
"You influence them more than you know.  They talk about you all the time."
He smiled. "Yeah, I talk about them a lot, too."
There was a pause and he gazed off for a moment, then finished his beer.
"Want another beer?" I asked.
"No. Thanks. I'll take a rain check."
"You got it," I said.
Obviously, with their dad home I didn't do anything with the boys, not even
when they tried to goad me into it.
"Look, guys, your workouts and any other contact we have is going to be
celibate as long as your dad is home," I told them firmly  "I do not want to
tangle with the man."
"We would like for him to find out," Darin said.
"Not from me."
"If only there was a way.  He is so hot!" said David.
"Well, take cold showers, and do each other," I said.
Adam went off from time to time to visit with friends and take care of
personal business matters and later he took the boys to the gym to work out with
him. They came over one evening when he was off by himself.
"He's got a date," Darin said, laughing.
"If you want to call it that," David scoffed.
"What else world you call it?" Darin asked.
"I call it getting laid."
"Your dad is allowed to have a private life," I said.
"Just so he doesn't bring her home as our step mother," Darin said.
"You don't want your dad to ever marry again?" I asked.
"I don't care if he gets married, we just don't need a step-mom."
"Yeah, we've got all the mom we need in Aunt Missy.  So I hope he just
settles for sex," Darin said.
"Can you imagine that poor woman when he gets done with her?  He'll fuck her
crazy," Davis said, laughing.
"Is that any way to talk about your dad?" I admonished them.
"He's a stud.  Come on, you think he's a stud, too," said Darin.
"Yes, he is.  But he's not my dad.  Just let him alone, guys, don't hassle
him about his love life."
"I just want him to have a sex life, leave the love out of it." David said.
"He's probably doesn't have much of a love life, cooped up with a bunch of
other guys for weeks, even months, out there in the middle of the ocean," I
said.
"On the other hand...maybe he does," Darin said with a mischievous grin.
"I just wish we knew," said Davie.
"Don't go there, guys, "I warned.  "He's your dad.  Lust after him when he
leaves but keep up a straight front."
I wasn't envious of their relationship.  Travis and I had a very close
relationship, but it invariably waned when we were apart for so long.  I was
anticipating having him back under my roof.
I don't think the boys missed our sexcapades all that much with their dad
home.  They were having too good a time with him, and dreading when he would
leave again.
Adam took his rain check for another beer and when the boys came over he told
them to get lost.  It was good-natured but he knew they had something going
with one of their friends and he wanted them to feel free to go.
"They think they have to spend every moment with me when I'm home."
"They worship you, you know," I said.
"Sometimes that scares me."
"Why?"
"Sometimes I wonder if I can live up to their expectations...their image of
me."
"Oh, I think you do," I assured him. "Any teenage boy would be proud to have
you as a father.
He seemed very relaxed and readily accepted another beer when I offered it.
"Sometimes I'm ready to scrap the job and the money so I can be home with
them, but its good money and I'm trying to get enough put away for their college,
" he said.  "I see so many changes in them when I come home.  They put on
twenty pounds since the last time I was home.  I saw them in the shower and in
their room and it hit me right between the eyes, what men they're turning into,
already, at sixteen."
"Yeah, I didn't believe they were only sixteen. They said they got your
genes."
"The way they're going," he said, laughing, "I may want some of those genes
back."
"You should be very proud of them."
"I am.  So proud it hurts.  So proud it scares me, hoping I raised them right.
"
He sounded far off, immersed in his own thoughts for a moment.  He downed his
beer and didn't object when I went to get him yet another one.  I had the odd
feeling that maybe he had a lot to get off his chest and nobody to say it to.
 Maybe the connection we both had with his sons was enough to bond us and he
would feel at ease talking to me.  I hoped so.  I liked the guy.  Actually, I
more than liked him.
"I know the feeling," I said.  "But you raised two exceptional boys."
"Yeah, I suppose I have.  With such hypocrisy, though," he said.
"How's that?"
"I raised them to be men...."
"They couldn't be anything else with you as a role model.  They're going to
turn into real men's men in a few short years," I said.
He snorted with laughter, a scoffing laugh, and glanced at me with a level
gaze as his laughter turned to a thin, almost knowing smile.  He took another
sip of his beer and kept looking at me over the top of his beer can.
"I get the feeling there's something else you want to say."
"Living out there on a spar...with a bunch of guys..."  He let his voice
trail off.
"Yeah, it must get pretty lonely for a woman," I finished for him.
He chortled and took another sip of beer.
"The boys were laughing about you having a date," I went on.
"Well, it wasn't exactly a date," he said.
"They figured as much."
"What?"
"They said you were probably fucking the poor woman's eyeballs out."
"They said that?!!"
"Yeah, I told them that was no way to be talking about their father. But don'
t
you get off the rig now and then?"
"Not often enough.          "
"You're still wrestling with hypocrisy," I said boldly.
"Well, let's just say over time, the conditions of the job have compromised
me as a role model, I'm afraid."
"How so?" I had a feeling where he was going and I wanted to lead him on.
"First and foremost, even in this day of equality, there are no women on the
spar," he said. "Not one."
"Then it's understandable," I said, trying to let him know that I understood
what he wasn't saying.
He gave me a funny look, as if he realized that I more than understood what
he wasn't saying.  "Is it?  Would it be understandable with them?"
"Yes, I think it would."
He took another long sip of beer.  When I started to get up to get another
one he stopped me.
"I'm okay...for now," he said.  He finished his beer and set the bottle
down.  "You know this is the beer talking," he said, almost as a warning.
"Sometimes beer has something to say," I said.
"Well put.  But it's also me talking, I can't deny that."  He paused for a
brief moment then went on.  "There's this guy...a young kid, actually...just
turned nineteen when he came onboard.  Geezuss, he couldn't have had any idea
what he was letting himself in for when they brought him out to the spar.  He
started out as a cook's helper but he caught on to other jobs and he's a fast
learner."
"Sounds like he's got a future in oil, then."
"I don't know...he caught on to jobs he didn't intend to.  Like I said, he'
s only nineteen, so fuckin' cute...for nineteen he's too cute to be handsome.
Lifted weights in high school so he's built like a young god."  He looked at
me, as if to see if I was listening, or understanding.  "He's our pussy," he
said.
I understood beyond any doubt and tried not to look shocked.
"You see what I'm saying, about hypocrisy, and being scared that I can't
live up to the boys' image of a role model?  What the hell would Darin and Dave
think if they knew I was fucking a nineteen-year-old guy in the ass three times
a week, and getting head from him.  From a couple of other guys, in fact."
"They wouldn't think any less of you.  You're their dad," I said.  "They
understand life.  Being horny teenagers, they certainly understand a man's needs
and desires."
"Misdirected as they might be," he drawled.  "The scary part is, the kid has
accepted his fate; he doesn't seem to mind being passed around...making the
rounds, he calls it, going from one bunk to another where there are three or
four guys waiting to fuck him. Night after night, day after day, both shifts.  I
'm surprised he's got an asshole left."
"Well, it's not rape, then.  And he's of legal age."
"Yeah, I thought about that, too.  I've thought, three years and it could be
my kids being passed around like that.  Shit, it's like I'm fucking my own
boys.  Do you really think they would understand how their old man satisfies
his needs?"
"Didn't you ever tell your boys that they could come to you with anything,
talk about anything...that you loved them unconditionally?"
"Of course.  Any man who doesn't tell his kid that isn't a father...or a man.
"
"And you don't think they would extend that same privilege to you, their
dad?  That they don't love you unconditionally?  Trust me, they do.  They worship
the ground you walk on."
"And that's what scares me," he said again.
Without asking I got up and go him another beer and he didn't stop me.
"I wanta ask you something," I said when I came back and handed him the
beer.  "Maybe I'm out of line; if I am, just say so.
"You've listened to every perverted thing I had to say, I can listen to you."
  "If one of your sons, or both of them, came to you and poured his guts out,
told you he'd had sex with another boy...or with each other...what would you
do?  What would you say?  I can't believe you would beat the shit out of
them, to teach them a lesson, or that you would disown them."
He laughed softly.  "Hell, I fully expect they are messing around with each
other.  Maybe other boys, too.  That's no big deal, they're just experimenting
around, exploring their sexuality, like most teenage boys do.  I would tell
them that."
"And what if they told you they liked it?"
"Hell, I would hope so.," he said, laughing.  "It's supposed to feel good.
 Hell, man, I don't care if they come and tell me they're a couple of fags.
I'll still love them.  Is that unconditional enough?"
"Then why is it so hard for you to believe they would be just as
understanding with you?
"Maybe you made your point.  I'll have to think about it."

Like the boys, I wanted desperately to get something going with Adam before
he left.  I knew his circumstances.  I knew his story.  He was fucking an older
teenager and getting head from other guys, so he had no aversion to having
sex with guys.  But I couldn't reveal my secret desires to Adam with him knowing
what a close relationship I had with his sons.  Despite what he said about
loving them even if they were fags, I didn't want risk his rage if he found out
I was having sex with them.
The boys resigned themselves to letting their dad go without trying anything
or letting him know their secret. I wasn't.  I was still hopeful, at least for
myself. There was one little window of opportunity just before he left; a
brief moment when we were saying good-by to each other.
          "Hey, all that shit I told you...don't ever mention that to
anybody," he said in a quiet tone.
          "No, I won't," I assured him, and let the window close, the moment
pass.

Darin was anxious to take up where we left off after their dad left; anxious
to let David in on our little secret, which we hadn't had a chance to do
before their dad came home.  The two boys came over to work out and when Darin
stripped down to his jockstrap, Dave followed suit.  They goaded me into doing the
same.
          "You're built a lot like our dad," Dave said, his eyes raking
boldly over my body.
          "Not hardly," I scoffed.
          "Well, he might out-weigh you by a few pounds."
          "Out-muscles me is more like it."
          "But not many guys your age are in any shape at all," Darin said.
          They did only a couple of sets before Darin made his move.  He
asked me to spot him on bench presses. I took the position at the head of the
bench.  He pushed the bar up and let it down to his chest, then again, pumping out
a dozen reps.  Dave slapped some more weights on the bar and he did it again.
 He pumped out eight and began to falter.
          "Come on, pussy, I know you can handle more than that," Dave
goaded him.
          "Stop...calling...me a...pussy," Darin said as he struggled with
the bar.
I thought he was faking it but I couldn't be sure.  It didn't matter.  When
I saw he couldn't, or wasn't going to push the bar back up from his chest, I
gave him a little help.  At the same time I purposely squatted down more than
I had to, in an exaggerated stance, and my jock brushed against his face.  He
racked the bar but I kept my jock-pouch smashed over his face.
          "You're going to smother him," Dave laughed.  Then his laughter
faded to a smile and his smile to a look of shock when he saw his brother
mouthing my jock.
"Fuck...w-what...w-what're you doing, Bro?" he stammered.
          Darin reached up with his hands around my butt and pulled me down
so the pouch of my jockstrap spread heavy across his face.
          "Dam, when did this start?" David asked as he brushed his hand
down over the front of his own jock.
          Darin pulled the front of my jockstrap down and my cock swung out
over his face, my balls lying on his forehead.  He pulled my rubbery cock down
into his   waiting mouth and began sucking it.
          "Fuck!" Dave exclaimed.
          The workout suddenly ended and lust took over.  Dave, not to be
outdone, shed his jockstrap then peeled Darin's jockstrap off, then straddled the
bench and went for my cock.  "Aunt Missy told you to share," he said as the
two boys mouthed my cock together.
          I knew Darin was anxious to show Dave what he could do.  He scooted
up on the bench so his head was hanging over the end, his mouth gaping open.
I took my cue and squatted down, shoving my now-hard cock all the way in his
throat.
          "Shit, man, you never took me like that," Dave said as I fucked
his throat with a few inches of cock.  "You always choke on my cock."
          I raised up and stepped aside.  "Yeah, well, try him now," I said.
Dave took my place and guided his cock into his brother's mouth.  He took it
to the hairs.
          "Awwwhhhhhh," Dave moaned.  "Fuck, I don't know when you learned
to do this, but I'm glad you did."  He leaned in under the bar to take Darin'
s cock and the boys were in the sexiest sixty-nine I'd ever seen.
          The horse was out of the barn, the cat was out of the cage.  We
shared the same secret, aside from the secret of their father, and I felt like I
wanted to go wild with these two boys.  I wanted to devour them both.  Dave's
butt was so inviting; drawing me like a magnet.  I knelt down behind him and
buried my face between his young, firm buns.
          "AAwwwhhhhh!" he cried out.  "Ohhh, fuck, what're you doing!"
          I lapped the crack of his ass and pulled his butt apart so his hole
stretched open.  I flicked his hole with the tip of my tongue till it was
clenching like it wanted something more and when it relaxed between clenches, I
drove my tongue in.  He yelped again.  I tongued and ate his ass till his legs
were trembling.
          "Do that to Darin," he gasped.
          I stood up and walked around to the other end of the bench.  Dave
had pulled Darin's legs up and hooked his feet under the bar so he was bent in
half, his butt spread wide.  I sat down on the end of the bench and bent over
to tongue his ass.
He groaned around his brother's cock and hunkered his butt up for more of my
tongue.  He went wild.  I tried a finger.  He loved it.  I gave him a second
finger and he squealed around Dave's cock.
          "Do that to me, use your fingers on me," Dave said.
          "Okay, in a minute," I said.  I had another opportunity in front
of me at the moment. It was a long shot; a real long shot, but I had to try it.
 I spat in his crack and worked it into his asshole.  I used spit to jack
myself off.  Dave caught on.
          "Fuck him," he said hoarsely.
          Darin squealed, a muffled, fearful squeal but Dave took hold of his
ankles to keep him in place, bent in two with his butt sticking up and unable
to get away.
          "Do you think I should?" I asked.
          "Yeah, fuck him.  Fuck, look at him squirming around on your
fingers.  He wants more.  He wants your cock.  I know I would."
          "Are you going to let me fuck you?" I asked.
          "Hell, yeah, if it feels as good as he's acting," he said.
          That seemed to calm Darin down a little.  He lay still, as if he
were waiting for his fate.
          "Have you guys ever been fucked?" I asked as I stood up, my cock
sticking out long and hard through my fist.
          "No, we...we never did anything with our asses, except to play
with each other's buns,"  he said.  "We've talked about  it...wondered what it'
d be like... but I think we were too scared to ever try it."
          Shit, two hunky teenage virgins!  If fate never shined on me again,
I could die happy.
          "It's going to hurt at first," I warned as I rubbed my cock back
and forth across Darin's asshole.
          "He can take it," Dave said.
          "You talk brave, not being the one getting fucked," I joked.  "And
he can't protest with his mouth full of your cock."
          "You wanta fuck me first?  Come on, you can fuck me."
          Darin moaned and humped his butt up against my cock.  He wanted it.
 He wanted to be fucked, and he wanted it first.  I loved their
competitiveness.  I raised up on my toes and aimed my cock down into the spongy pit.  His
asshole was nice and stretched, but not relaxed.  I had to force my way through
it, hard and determined.  I heard him scream but it was muffled by his brother
's cock in his mouth.
          "He can take it," Dave said again, his voice raspy with lust.  "Go
ahead and give it to him...shove it in him."
          I wondered if Dave might not be a little sadistic, except that he
was ready to take the same punishment.  I eased more and more of my cock
through the virgin hole.  I loved the way it stretched so tight around the girth of
my cock.  I knew I must be killing the poor kid; his muscles were so tight.  I
had to find his prostate and get him past the pain.
          "Raise up, let him breath and talk," I told Dave.
          He raised up, drawing his cock out of Darin's mouth.
          "Ohhh, Geezussss!  It hurts!!"  he gasped when he was finally able
to speak.
          "Not for long," I said as I probed with my cock.  I felt it before
he did.
          "Aahhhhh!" he cried out in surprise.
          "That didn't hurt," I said.
          "No," he said, shaking his head wildly.  "No...fuck no...OOhhhhhh
...
Ohhhh, Goddd..."
          "Does it feel good?" Dave asked him.
          "Oh, it feels...incredible!"
          "I can make you come," I said.
          "I feel like I'm going to," he said.  "OHhhh...OHhhh, what is
that in there that you're touching?"
          "That's your prostate," I said.
          "Yeah, I've heard of that," Dave said.
          "It's what gives you that feeling that you wanta come," I said.
          "Mann, I've sure got it," Darin gasped.  "Ohh, Godd...fuck me...
FUCK me...dam, if I'd known  it feels this good, I would've been letting you
fuck me all this time, Dave."
          "I'll fuck you," Dave told him.  "I'll fuck you every night from
now on."
          I was working the boy's love nut, sliding my cock back and forth
across the tender sponge, grating the rim of my cockhead over it.
          "Geez, look at all the ball juice," Dave said with glee.
          Pre-come was boiling out of Darin's cock.  The kid must be full of
come.  I wanted to find out.  I worked his prostate harder, poking at it like
beating a drum.
He choked on his cries and his knuckles turned white around the steel bar.
          "I'm gonna make you come," I told him, fucking him hard.
          He gasped and groaned and nodded and snorted on his cries of lust.
I fucked him.  It was a long climb up the steep slope to his climax.  His
face was a grimace, but not from pain.  He was suffering from the pre-come
build-up, wanting it, trying to work it up, but all he could do was wait till I took
him there.  I could have been cruel and stopped, let him fall from his cloud
of ecstasy and start all over again, but I was anxious for him to experience
it; I wanted to see him come.
          Suddenly his eyes popped open wide and his mouth went slack as he
gasped in short breaths of air.  I had him on the way.  He couldn't hold back
if he wanted to.  He was going to explode.
          "Hold on to the top of your head," I told him. "You're going to
shoo like you've never shot off before."
          His cock bolted suddenly, quivered violently, then shot out a
thick, long rope of come that splattered against his chin so hard we could hear it
hit.  The next one slathered across his face, another hit Dave's abs.  As he
began to writhe under me and twist his hips around, his cock swayed back and
forth and shot come in every direction.  I wish I'd counted.  I must have hit
the mother lode.
          "Holy Shit, Darin, where's it all coming from?" Dave asked.
          He pretty much had himself and his brother and everything close
around us splattered with come before he eased off and it just boiled out the end
of his cock.  He made a huge pool that overflowed his abs and his navel and
ran down his side.
          "Fuck, I never seen you come like that before," Dave said.
          "I...never...shot off...like that...before," Darin said, out of
breath. "It was...something he was doing in there."
          "Man, I want you to hit that same spot in me," Dave said.  "Can
you fuck me, too, now?  You didn't come, did you?"
          "No, he didn't come, I can still feel his cock throbbing hard
inside me."
          "Will you fuck me, then?"
"Yeah," I managed. My legs were shaky but my cock was still hard as I
carefully pulled it out of Darin's ass.
          I thought Dave might come around and lie on the bench, but he
simply bent over the barbell and set his feet apart.  I fucked him while Darin
sucked his cock.  The double treatment brought him off in only a few minutes.
Darin got off his cock at the last minute and he sprayed Darin and everything
around us, then collapsed across the bar.
          "Fuck, what a mess," one of them said.
          "Yeah, we better get it cleaned up," Darin said.
          There was come everywhere.  I told the boys to go shower while I
cleaned up and put the weight room back in order. When they were gone down the
hall, I began lapping up their fresh, thick come.  Godd, it tasted wonderful!

The horse that we had let out of the barn was never coming back.  The two
boys were insatiable, as teenager are.  There was seldom a day when we didn't
have sex together.  They loved doing everything together.  They would kneel on
the edge of the Travis's bed with their butts sticking up for me to tongue their
cute, smooth asses.  Sometimes one mounted the other so I had them stacked
for my pleasure.  Almost always, I ended up fucking them after I ate their asses
and got them ready.   They liked to fuck each other while I tongued the fucker
's ass.  They would lie on the bed or the workout bench, balls to balls so I
could suck both of their cocks at the same time.  It was only a matter of time
before they came up with the ultimate venture into male sexuality.
          It was the day after they performed for me from their bedroom.
They had moved their bed over against the window so I could see everything.  It
was so agonizingly wonderful, watching the boys sixty nine or fuck each other
from across the drive way.
          "I love the way you guys like to do everything together," I told
them.
          "There's one thing we haven't done together," Dave said.
          "What's that?"
          "We haven't fucked you together," Darin said.
          "Do you ever get fucked?" Dave asked.
          "Yes.  I was waiting for you guys to mention it," I said.  "As
long as you didn't say anything, I didn't know if you wanted to."
          "Well we've mentioned it."
          "Are you talking about both of you fucking me at the same time?" I
asked.
          "Yeah.  You ever take two cocks at the same time?"
          "No."
          "But you're going to try it.  Right?"
          "Yeah, I guess I am," I agreed.  I was weak in the knees just
thinking about getting fucked by one of the big studs; two of them would probably
leave me senseless.  It dam near did.
          They wanted to do it on the workout bench.  They had it all figured
out how they were going to do it.  Darin lay down on the bench, his head
under the bar.
          "Okay, step over him and sit on his cock," Dave told me.
          I straddled Darin and worked my way down on his cock till I was
sitting on his thighs.  Godd, it felt wonderful!  I tossed my head back as I rode
up and down a few inches, twisting my butt around.  I felt incredible and I
had the feeling I was going to fuck myself silly that way, but mostly I was
trying to stretch and get my ass ready for the second cock.  They gave me barely
a moment.  Dave stepped astraddle the bench behind me and put his hand on my
back to urge me to bend over.  I lay across Darin.  Dave aimed his cock at the
hole that his brother already occupied.  He probed and struggled to get his
cock in the hole along with Darin's cock and I was beginning to think he wouldn'
t be able to do it.  In desperation, he shoved his thumbs in my ass along the
underside of Darin's cock and pulled my asshole apart.
          "Awwh," I groaned.
          "That's it...relax it for me...give me room," he said.  He pulled
my ass open.  "Yeah, there's plenty of room inside there, all we gotta do is
get my cock past this rubber band you call an asshole."
          It felt like he had room to crawl inside me, he was stretching me
so wide open with his thumbs.  Still holding my ass open he set his cock on
target again and shoved it in me. Darin and I both groaned at the same time.
Dave really went in.  Deep.  Then they started fucking me.  Alternating at first,
like two pistons working inside an engine, one in, one out, then reverse.
Then they began fucking me both at the same time.  I was getting fucked by two
thick, nine-inch cocks pistoning into me at the same time and it felt like they
were tearing me apart but my asshole stayed squeezed right around their dual
cocks.   I thought they would get so excited and hot over the new, first-time
experience that they would drop their loads pretty quick.  I was wrong.  They
fucked my eyeballs out.  Even when I shot off a load, but they didn't stop.
One of them shot off deep in my ass but he didn't loose his hardon and he kept
right on fucking me. They fucked my brains out.  I shot off another load.
They kept fucking me.  They fucked me a new, super-sized asshole.  My asshole was
feeling numb, yet there was good feeling there.  I felt hot come spurting in
my ass again; I didn't know which one of them shot it.
          They fucked my asshole to mush.  It was so stretched and relaxed
that they could have done somersaults in there.  They could have pulled out and
drove a Mack truck up my asshole.  I wondered if it would close up; how long
it would take.  They weren't brutal; they were just lusty teenagers.  Before
long I lost awareness of everything around me.  My whole being was in my ass and
the two big, young cocks pounding it.  I closed my eyes and floated off and
let them use me.  It was a wonderful form of slavery.
          I was still off somewhere in lust-la-la land when they were finally
finished.
          "Hey, Dell," I heard someone say.
          Slowly, I came back to reality.  I felt my asshole clenching at the
air.  None of the circle of my sphincter seemed to touch.
          "Hey, Dell, you okay?" one of them asked.
          I shook my head and raised up.
          "Geezuss, you should see his asshole," Dave said.
          "Goddam, we fucked him a new one."
"I hope it closes up."  Then he poked at my gaping ass with his fingers.
Three at first, then he worked all five inside me.  "Shit, I think I could put my
whole hand in there."  Having voiced it, had to find out.  He twisted and
worked his hand through my sphincter.  I gasped and tossed my head back.
          "That went in pretty easy," he said.
Slowly, he shoved his fist up inside my ass.  I tossed my head back in pure
ecstasy and groaned as his fingers found my prostate.  I thought it would have
been numb by now.
          "Is that the spot you were talking about?" he asked as he dug his
fingers around in the sponge of my prostate.
          "Ohh, Godddd!!!!"  I choked on my outcry and clenched my teeth
against the terrible pleasure that was searing my body.  He kept doing it and I
thought I was going to die from the pleasure.  Suddenly my cock bolted and
spewed out yet another load of thick, hot come.
          "Geezusss, you made him come again!" Darin said.  "He's shooting
all over me again.  What're you doing to him?"
          "Nothing.  Just got my fist in his ass," Dave said.  "I found his
prostate."
          "You found the goddam mother lode is what you did," Darin said.
          "I wonder how much he can take?" Dave muttered. And he went on to
find out.  As I was coming again for the Nth time, Dave shoved his hand deeper
intomy guts.  I'd never done this before, and my mind was amuck with lust and
fear, but I let him do it.  I couldn't have stopped him if I wanted to.  Not
as long as he was making me feel like this.  I felt his fist go deeper, his
thick forearm stretching my sphincter now, propelling his fist even deeper.  My
climax began to subside and with it the desire to be so wonderfully
brutalized.  I reached back to stop him.  I was astounded to feel his elbow!  He had his
entire forearm in my ass!
          "Oh, Geezusss!"  I gasped.
          "Yeah, I've got my whole fucking arm in your ass," he said.
          I urged him to take it out.  I kept hold of his arm to make him do
it slowly.
Thankfully, he had his arm and his fist removed before my lust died down
completely.  I think he purposely clenched his hand into a fist to pull it back
through my sphincter. It felt like he was going to pull my ass inside out.
          "Goddam, Dell, your ass is really wide open now!" he exclaimed.  "
I could shove a baseball bat in there."
          "Not this time," I said quickly when I saw him looking around the
room.  I glanced at my watch.  They had fucked me for nearly two hours!
With that experience, the boys had a certain control over me.  I relinquished
my adult power over them and they used it on me.  They made their desires and
demands known and I succumbed like a helpless slave.  I let them do anything
they wanted to do.  Except the baseball bat.   I did notice, though, that they
had brought one over and left it standing in the corner.  But I let them fist
me when they wanted to.  It wasn't all one sided.  They still liked to get
fucked and liked for me to suck them off and eat their asses, which I did with a
voracious appetite.  Sex with the boys was almost seven days a week, and I
was getting concerned about my own son, Travis, arriving to live with me.  It
would all have to come to an abrupt halt.  The boys worried about it, too.
          "What're we going to do when you son comes?" Dave asked one time
when we were all lying on his bed after a wild fuck session.
          "Nothing," I replied.  "Absolutely nothing.  This all stops and he
can never know."
          "What if he sees us across the driveway?" Darin asked.  "You said
you might change rooms with him, put him in your room."
          "No, he stays right here.  And I'll keep my blinds pulled down.
It would be good if you guys moved your bed away from the window, too."
          "Actually, we were thinking we would like for him to see us, like
you did."
          "No, don't do that."
          "Did you ever think about doing it with him?" Darin asked.
          "Absolutely not," I lied.
          "Well, I don't know what it would hurt if the two of us got
something going with him, if he was so inclined.  He still wouldn't have to know
about you."
          "I don't think he is so inclined, and I don't want you boys trying
to find out," I said firmly.  "Look, maybe we can still find some time
together, when Travis is off doing something, but it can't be like it has been."
          "I can't wait to meet him," Darin said.
          "Is that m-e-e-t him, or m-e-a-t- him?" Dave asked jokingly.

I set about preparing for Travis' arrival in six days.  I cleaned his room
good so it wouldn't smell like sweat and come.  I bought some new workout
clothes for him and laid them on the bench.  He'd said he wanted to try to put on
some more weight so I stocked the pantry with bodybuilding supplements.  Dave
and Darin bought some posters and pictures of bodybuilders to hang on his wall.
I had to get rid of my gay books and magazines and videos.   I was going to
throw them out but the boys came over when I was going through them and they
begged me for them.
          "You can't take this stuff into the house.  What if your aunt
finds it?"
          "There's an opening to the attic in our room, and she won't fit
through the hole," Darin said.
          "What about your dad?"
          "His shoulders won't fit through the opening," Dave said.
          "Okay, but you don't take them till your aunt is out of the house,"
 I said.  "And if anybody discovers them, you didn't get them from me."
          The last thing was to stock the refrigerator and pantry with Travis'
 favorite foods.  I gave the house one last good cleaning and I was ready for
him.
          I wondered what he looked like now.  The last picture he sent was
early in the summer, wearing a pair of athletic shorts and sneakers and a
baseball cap.  He was all sweaty; the picture was taken right after he and some
boys had were done playing basketball.  He was already up to one-eighty-five and
built like a young god at the time the picture was taken.  What must he look
like now?  How was I going to cope with having the young stud under my roof?
          Dave and Darin knew the day he was coming and they were as anxious
as I was.  Too anxious.  I was worried what they might do or say; the way they
dropped little hints.  They hounded me for one last round of hot sex in the
weight room, before Travis arrived to take it over.  It was the first time they
brought poppers.  I was surprised. They said they had just discovered the
stuff from some guys in the locker room at school and wanted me to try it with
them.  I'd used poppers on a few occasions and I loved the effect but not the
aftereffects.  I didn't seem to be able to measure the dosage correctly and I
always took too much and got a terrific headache afterwards. But I used it with
the boys.  This would be our last time for a long time and I wanted it to be a
ball-buster.
          We started out with the usual routine.  I sucked their cocks and
ate their tight little asses.  I would fuck them then they would return the
favors. They finished each round by double-fucking my ass.  I was lying on the
floor on a mat with my legs cocked up and my asshole gaping wide open from being
double-fucked by the two young studs, catching my breath.  I half expected...
.half wanted...to be fist-fucked but I wouldn't ask for it.  Then I saw Dave
standing over me with Travis's baseball bat in his hand.  I had made them take
their bat home and bought a new one for Travis.  He hefted the weight of the bat
and ran his hand up and down the smooth shaft a couple of times.  I cocked my
head with a wary frown as he smiled down at me.
          "Wanta try this?" he asked.
          "I don't think so," I replied I said warily.
"Last time you said "not yet" so when?" Darin reminded me.
          "Yeah, if not now, when?  Your son is coming home," Darin put in.
          Dave wasn't paying any attention to me anyway.  He had wiped off
the bat with his jockstrap and now he was squeezing oil on it.  As he worked the
oil up and down the bat his brother squirted oil up inside my ass.
          "You might need some more lube for this," he said.
          Nothing I could've said would have made any difference, not to me
and not to them.  I'd already said I wasn't going to do it, but I was, and
they knew it.  They well knew that I was little more than a slave to their
lustful young bodies.  I sort of gasped in a quick breath of air as Dave came over
and knelt down on the mat.
          "Turn over," he said.
          I scrambled over onto my hands and knees like a puppy trying to
please its master. Darin handed me the opened bottle of poppers.
"You might need this," he said.
          I sucked in several hits of the stuff and sailed off into a madness
that I hoped I would be able to return from.
          "Do it before the poppers wear off," Darin told his brother.
"This ain't gonna be any trouble at all," Dave said as he plugged the
opening of my ass with the end of the bat.  The big end.
          I hung my head and braced myself.  My asshole began to stretch
around the blunt end of the bat.  I hurt a little but the bat wasn't so much
bigger than both of the teenagers cock.  Suddenly it was in me and my asshole was
locking around it.
          "Take it...slow," I whined.
          He took it slow and easy, working it in and out, going in a little
more each time.
          "Ohh, Ohh, Geezusss!" I whined as he began twisting it around in
circles.
          "You like that?"
          "No.  No, but it...Godd, it feels good!"
          He shoved the bat deeper.  It hit something and I winced.  Dave
gently probed and worked the bat past the object and shoved it even deeper.  I
finally had the good sense to reach around and see how much of the baseball bat
was inside me; no way could I take it all the way.
          "Oh, Godd!" I whimpered as I groped my hand up and down the bat
that was sticking out of my ass.  At the same time, Dave was shoving it in
deeper and I could feel my asshole closing around the smaller circumference.  I
reached back to find the end of the bat...and found it.
          "Oh, Geezuss, that's enough!"  If I was able to reach the end of
the bat, that meant there was at least more than half of it up inside me.
          "Fuck, you already took more than I thought you could," Dave said.
          Very slowly, he began to pull the bat back out of my ass.  I wanted
him to take it all the way out but he shoved it back in and began fucking me
with it.  I was scared of what it might be doing to my insides but it was
feeling so damned good I didn't much give a dam at the moment.  Then he started
twirling it around causing a wonderful irritation of my sphincter muscle.
          "OHHH...Ohhh, Godddddd...Ohhhh, My Godd, that feels so good!!!"
          He combined the twirling with gentle deep thrusts, followed by
lobbing the dam thing around like a club in the wind and still twirling it around
at the same time.  I was afraid I wasn't going to remain sane.  David gave me
the poppers, which I sucked in with great satisfaction.  After awhile my ass
began to get sore and I made him stop.
          "That was fuckin' awesome," Darin said as he pulled the cock out
of my ass.
          "Yeah, I'm gonna try it on you sometime," I growled weakly.  It
felt like my asshole was turned inside out and I reached back to check.  It felt
fine.  Wide open and loose, but okay.  My cock was throbbing so hard it ached
as I felt of my asshole.  I shoved several fingers inside me.
          "Want us to double-fuck you again?" Darin asked, and before I
could answer, the boys were dragging me into position to fuck me again, both of
them at the same time.
          "Shit, there's room for the whole damned team," David said.
There was indeed plenty of room and their throbbing cocks weren't as rough as
the baseball bat but I was sore. I made them stop even though I wanted them
to go on; I was still hot as a firecracker; my cock was hard as a brick. I got
up from the mat and grabbed Darin by the arm and guided him to the workout
bench. I sat astraddle the bench with his legs over my shoulders and scooted
forward to shove my cock in his ass.  Dave was there with the poppers and I was
sailing and Darin was begging for my cock.  Suddenly his facial expression went
sort of blank, then a scowl or surprise.  I thought I was hitting some new
spot inside him.
"Travis...?"
I took me a second for Darin's voice to register in my fogged-up brain.  I
looked over my shoulder in the direction he was looking and my blood froze in my
veins.  There was my son, standing just in the doorway, looking as if he'd
seen a ghost.  His mouth was slack as if he might say something, but he suddenly
turned and ran from the room.  His footsteps skipped every other step going
down the stairs.
He was a runner and I knew that by the time I got some clothes on I couldn't
catch him on foot. I threw something on and ran out to my pickup.
Instinctively, I headed for the ball park.  It's where he'd played little league, then
pony league and where he used to hang out with his friends, and something told
me that's where he would go. There were several ball fields along with tennis
courts along the side of the park.  Past the ball diamonds was a wooded park
with picnic tables, and beyond that was the woods used mostly by teenagers to
park and make out. I drove between two of the ball fields and parked at the
picnic area.  I got out and headed for the woods.  Well into the woods I saw him
sitting on the trunk of a big fallen tree, his hands clasped and his head down.
Dam, he was so big!  His shoulders were so broad.
"Travis."
He looked up but he didn't look at me.  I walked closer.
"I knew I would find you here," I said.
"Yeah, welcome home, Travis," he said sarcastically.
"To say I can explain sounds trite, but...we have to talk."
"Talk away," he said. "Explain how a guy is supposed to feel when he comes
home and finds his dad fucking some kid in the ass."
"I can't.  I wish there was something I could say."
"You're the one who said we had to talk.  I sure as hell don't have that
much to say," he said.
          "You must be thinking something, as my son."
"It's not about being your son; it's about you being my dad!" he barked. "
Why'd you have to do it with him?  Why're you fucking a stranger?  You're as
bad as...!"
"As bad as who?"  I asked, and my blood froze again but I didn't know why.
He turned away from me with a pained look on his face.  I thought he might
cry.  I wished he would, at least he might let me console him. Here he was,
home, and I hadn't even hugged him yet.
"Travis, what?  What's happened?" I asked.
"Nothing."
"That's too easy.  It's not nothing.  Tell me what's happened out there. If
anyone hurt you..."
He gave me angry scowl.
"I know, I've hurt you.  If there was any way I could undo it, I would.  But
please, tell me...I've always told you could come to me any time and talk to
me about anything.  This is needs to be one of those times."
"Well...after what I just saw, I guess it won't shock you all that much,"
he said dryly.  "Hell, it may even turn you on."
"Tell me."
He was still quiet and I could tell it was taking everything he had to work
up the courage.
"It's okay, son, you can tell me," I said quietly as I stepped closer to
him.  I didn't touch him, though.  I suddenly felt I didn't have the right to
touch him yet.
"Well, let's just say that mom's boyfriend was more interested in me than he
was my mom."
"Travis!....what did he do?  Tell me."
"I'll tell you the whole sordid story," he said with contempt. "It started
out about a month after we got out there.  Mom works night shift a lot and one
night when she was working, he came into my room.  I woke up with him on top
of me; I sleep naked, and he was naked too, and he had a hardon, rubbing it
against my butt.  He told me he was going to fuck me, or I could go down on him,
either way; it was my choice, but I was going to do one or the other.
Despite the way I'm built...I'm pretty damned strong...but I was scared.  He
out-weighs me by about eighty pounds.  So I opted for the latter; I told him I
would give him head.  He turned me over and straddled my chest and made me suck
his cock.  He was easy-going that first time.  He didn't make me take his load
or anything, but he shot it all over my face. But after awhile he started
getting brutal.  He would force his cock all the way down my throat and choked me
and then he would his load right in my mouth.  He laughed when I got up and ran
to the bathroom and got sick the first time he did it.  He acted like he was
pissed that I got sick and wasted his load.  Next time, he said he would fix
that and he made me swallow it. He wouldn't let me go till I did.  I still got
sick, but I waited till he went back downstairs before I went in and puked up
my socks."
"The son-of-a-...."
Travis put up his hand to quiet me.
"I'm not done.  Let me finish," he said. "Pretty soon, he got bored with
the same old thing and he said he was going to fuck me.  I was scared but he was
on top of me that time and poking his fingers in my ass with lube and then
all of a sudden I felt his cock going in me. He shoved his cock in me."  He
paused, as if he had to take time to find some more courage.  "I never had
anything hurt so bad in my life," he went on.  "He used a condom that first time,
but he said he hated condoms so after that he showed me how to clean myself out
so he wouldn't have to use one.  He liked shooting his load inside me."
"Can I speak now?" I asked.
"Yeah, I guess I've pretty much covered it," he said.
"How often did this happen?"  I asked, barely about to find my own voice.
"Almost every night my mom worked nights.  One week straight out of every
month plus other nights when she would fill in for other people...eight, nine,
maybe a dozen times a month."
"Geezuss.  Why didn't you call me?  I would have been out there, or sent you
a ticket home."
"He told me if I left before it was time for me to come back here, or if I
told anybody, he would really hurt me.  He also said he would tell mom, and you,
and my friends what we were doing. So I didn't say anything.  I just waited
till I could come here."  He snorted and laughed.  "And the first thing I see
is my dad fucking some kid in the ass."
I hung my head, able to offer no defense.
"Well, it's a sick twist of fate, but I guess you wouldn't have ever known
anything about me if I hadn't walked in on you.  The subject would've never
come up.  I was thinking all the way home how great it was going to be; you and
me together again, I could get away from that bastard... how I would come in
and we would hug....but instead, I find you hugging some little stud with your
cock up his ass."
"I wasn't expecting you till tomorrow," I offered.  It was lame.
"Obviously," he said.
"I want to make it up to you, son, if you'll let me.  Come home with me,
Travis. Let's try to make a new start.  I think we both need that; a new start
together.  No matter what you think of me, now, you need a place to live, and I
want you home.  You can't go back out there."
"No, I'll never go back there, not even to visit.  If mom wants to see me,
she'll have to meet me someplace in the middle of the country, without him.  I
don't ever want to see him again."
"And you shouldn't have to.  So, let's go home."
He didn't move.
"Regardless of what you think of me, Travis, you need and you have a place to
live.  You can put me out of your life if you want.  I'll stay out of your
way as much as I possibly can with both of us under the same roof.  Hate me if
you will; I'll try not to exist."  It was the most heart-breaking words I'd
ever spoken or heard.
Finally, he stood up from the log.  We walked back to the truck together.
"I don't hate you, dad," he said quietly as I was driving out of the park.  "
I've been looking forward to getting here for so long."
"I'm sorry I disappointed you."
"I didn't say you disappointed me," he said.  "You surprised me."
"I'm going to make it up to you, somehow, in my own way, whether you let me
or not," I said.
We were at least on civil speaking terms when we got back to the house.  I
took him through the place, and showed him all I'd done to get ready for him.  I
showed him all the bodybuilding supplements and the refrigerator full of
food.  I took him upstairs to show him his room again.
"I was going to put you in the room across the hall and take this room for
myself, but while I was taking the rental truck back the day I moved, the boys
carried the weights in and set your bed up in here."
"The boys...the two guys that were here?"
"Yes," I said meekly.  "They said you would probably like it, being a jock,
having your weights right in your room."
"Yeah, I do," he said, looking around.
"They brought over the pictures and posters, too.  If you don't like it, or
you don't like sleeping with a bunch of weights, we can trade rooms."
          "No, it's neat, like sleeping in the gym.  I want to leave
everything like it is."
          "Look, Travis...these two boys have been so anxious to meet you...
..but I understand if you don't want to...."
"No, I would like to meet them.  I just need some time to adjust to...well,
to everything.  How old are they, by the way?"
"Sixteen."
"Wow!  They don't look sixteen."
"They're sophomores.  They said you probably wouldn't want to be caught
talking to lowly sophomores."
          "I was a sophomore once," he said.
"It's going to be strange, having you around the house," I said.
"Yeah.  But I'm looking forward to it, despite...despite everything."
"Good.  That's all I can ask.  I want you to make this your home, with or
without me in your life."
I didn't invite the twins over right away.  Travis and I went out to eat.  He
wanted to go to a hamburger place where he used to hang out but I told him it
wasn't there anymore.  We went to a place called Ryan's where he could eat
anything and all he wanted.  He got my money's worth.  It was the first I had a
chance to really look at him, when he went back several times to refill a
clean plate.  His hips looked so lean and narrow compared to the breadth of his
back and shoulders.  His butt looked tight and hard, packed inside his
nicely-worn jeans.   His thighs strained against the legs of his jeans, as did his
biceps against the sleeves of his Hollister T-shirt.  His chest was broad, his
pecs high on his rib cage and the shirt hung loose down from his pecs, over his
abs, obviously no excess weight around his middle.  I wondered how I was going
to survive having him around, especially knowing what we knew about each
other.  I longed to see him naked, and I knew I would, but I also knew it could
lead to nothing; that I would have to be very careful even over such a minor
thing as seeing him in the bathroom, in order not to make him uncomfortable.  He
had been through so much with Jim; I wanted desperately for him to be able to
bring himself back to normalcy.
At home, he wanted to shower and go to bed.  He was tired from the flight and
the jet lag.  I didn't even go upstairs.   I thought I should leave him to
himself, so I stayed downstairs and looked at the TV.  I didn't watch it, I just
sat there looking at the damned thing. I was surprised when he appeared in
the arched doorway, stark naked.
"Just wanted to say good-night," he said.
I couldn't help looking at him but I tried not to gape.
"Good-night, son."
"I hope its okay if I sleep like this? I got into the habit."
"Certainly.  I sleep the same way," I told him.
"Yeah, I remember.  That's where I got it," he said.
"It's good to have you home."
"Thanks.  It's good to be home."
"Are you sure?" I asked, for I was still upset and worried about what he'd
walked into.
"Yes.  Like I said, I just need some time to adjust my mind, that's all."
"You've got all the time in the world."
He turned and walked toward the stairs.  My eyes were glued to his beautiful
tight, naked butt and those long, muscular thighs.  I looked back at the TV,
not seeing anything except Travis's incredibly beautiful body.  He looked like
a god.  And his cock!  Godd, he had grown!   It looked like it hung half way
to his knees.  I gulped down the spit that had built up in my mouth.
When I went up to bed, the twins were at their window.  They waved when
they saw me.  I waved back and pulled my blind down.  I hated to appear rude
but I was worried that I'd left it up for Travis to possibly to see what went
on over there.  I slept a fitful sleep.  All I could see when I closed my
eyes, or opened them, was my beautiful, muscle-stud son.
          Next morning Travis came out of his room naked, his cock swinging
like a huge sausage.  How big was he, I wondered.  I'd never seen such a big
cock.  I waited till he was finished before I went to the bathroom,
"I hope it's okay if I run around naked here, too," he said.  "I couldn't
do that out there, for obvious reasons."
"This is your home, you make yourself as comfortable as you want," I said.
We got Travis ready for going back to school.  That mostly meant new clothes.
 We went to the mall and I headed straight to Hollisters.  It was fun
watching the female clerks eye-balling him when he walked in. One of the guys was
giving him the eye, too.  But one of the girls beat him to the punch.
"Anything I can help you with?" she asked in a friendly and her best come-on
smile.
He was going to get good service.
"I'm just laying out some stuff I want to try on," he said.
"Five items at a time," she said.  "Getting ready for school?"  Her name
tag read Lindy.
          "Yeah, isn't everybody?" he said.
"What year?" Lindy asked.
"Senior."
"Oh.  I thought you were in college."
"Not till next year," he said.
It was hard to tell if she was disappointed or more impressed that she'd
found such a young stud.  I noticed the way she lingered about a half-step behind
Travis so she walked him back to the dressing rooms so she could eye his butt.
 The male clerk...his name tag said Cody... was taking notice, too.  We
chatted small talk while we waited for Travis to come out.  Cody came back to join
us, I suspected so he could get a close-up view.  Travis came out wearing the
faded, worn-look jeans and a T-shirt he'd taken in.  I thought the jeans
looked a little too worn and faded, but I didn't say anything.
"Is that a good fit, or do you need a small size?" Lindy asked as she
stepped up and shoved four fingers down inside the waist of his jeans.
"I always have plenty of room around my waist," Travis said.  "But if I get
a smaller waist size, they don't fit in the thighs and the butt."
Lindy punched her fingers against his stomach and said,  "Nice abs," then
peered around at his backside and gave an approving smile.  "I see what you mean
back there."
"What do you think, dad?"
"Whatever fits," I said with a shrug.
It was a good day together.
David and Darin waited as long as they could before they finally made
themselves known.  They came around to the deck one day when Travis and I were having
a beer.
"We thought we should wait till you got settled in, which you must be by now,"
 David said as he stepped up on the deck.  "I'm David.  This is my brother,
Darin," he said, and both boys put out their hands.
"Yes, we've, uh...sort of met," Travis said.
"Yeah, I guess we did already, but..."  He shrugged and laughed, rather
nervously.  "We wanted to make it official."
The two boys seemed to hold back and keep a respectable distance, as if they
were afraid of Travis, and I didn't invite them to stay.  I wasn't sure
Travis would be comfortable with that.  But it was Travis who put them at ease.
"I like what you did to my room," he said.
They broke out in smiles.
"We knew you would, being a jock and all," David beamed.
"You guys want something to drink?" Travis asked.
"Sure."
"Not beer," I said.
"You don't have to get up, we can get it," Dave told Travis.
It was a surprisingly comfortable conversation, considering how we got off on
the wrong foot.  The boys talked about school and the twins told Travis about
certain kids they knew.  The twins were almost obvious with their adoration
of Travis.  I was pleased that Travis was being so cordial and down-right nice
to them; to two boys who had more or less invaded and taken over his space
when he wasn't there.  Then it suddenly dawned on me that the reason he was being
so nice just might be because he wanted them!  Here were two hunky younger
teenagers who idolized him, they were handy, right across the drive and he knew
they were available.  He wanted to fuck them!  My heart pounded at the
thought.  I decided I would not try to intervene.
His mother and Jim got married.  She called to ask Travis to come to the
wedding but he wouldn't even talk to her.
"What have you done to him?" she demanded of me in an angry tone.  "What
have you been saying to poison him against me in such a short time?"
          "The poisoning pretty much took place out there with you and that
bastard you're going to marry," I said.
"How dare you!  How dare he!  Jim was nothing but good to that boy.  He gave
him everything he wanted.  He was like a...."
"DON'T...say it," I cut in.  "Do not say it."
She sighed with resignation.  "I just don't understand...Travis was
perfectly fine when he left here."
"No, he wasn't," I said. "Maybe he'll talk to you about it sometime
Meanwhile, have a good life.  But you tell that son-of-a-bitch that if he ever comes
near Travis or tries to contact him, I'll kill him."
Jim was killed in a car crash a few days after they got married.  I was
surprised Travis wanted to go but I went with him to Jim's funeral.  Not out of
respect, not even for his mother.  I went for him, still not understanding why he
felt the need to go.  I found out.  We were at the casket, and his mother was
wiping tears and squeezing his hand and mine.
"I'm so glad you came, Travis."
"The only reason I came, Mom, was to make sure he's dead.  I wanted to see
with my own two eyes."
          His words cut through her, causing a painful look of horror and
shock and surprise.
          "Maybe I'll tell you about it sometime," he said.  He told her
goodbye then and we left the wake.  We didn't stay for the funeral.  We went
directly to the airport to catch a flight back home.  I sort of felt sorry for the
woman, but I understood the boy's anger and I respected his decision.
Travis decided that the best way to put it all behind him and get on with his
life was to sever all ties with his mother, at least for awhile.  I didn't
question his decision; I had no right to.  I had my own private little hell to
deal with.  Travis and I never spoke of the situation he walked in to when he
arrived.  He became friends with David and Darin, I think mostly because we
were neighbors and there was that lingering thought in the back of my mind that
he wanted to have sex with them.  Still, the boys were happy that he treated
them well at school, too.
Gradually, the twins felt more comfortable about coming around to hang out
and work out, with Travis's permission, of course, since it was now his room.  I
found myself wondering if the boys had tried anything with him, and if he
might have succumbed. I wanted to ask but I didn't.  I could only hope; and if it
happened, that maybe they would invite me in on it.  I was sure David and
Darin would if Travis would let them.
          I got my answer and my wish.  Actually, it was more than I dared
wish for.
I was still in awe of Travis and his muscular build and most of all his big
cock.  I suppose big was an understatement, although I didn't know how big he
got when he was hard.  All I knew was what I saw on a regular basis in his
natural state, swinging out between his legs, bigger than any man had a right to
wish for.  I was envious that he was bigger than me.  It came up as a matter of
conversation one night when I went into the bathroom to take a piss.  Travis
had just gotten out of the shower and was bent over with one foot cocked up on
the side of the tub, drying his leg.  I was still standing at the toilette
and when he turned around his cock swing around and smacked against my thigh.
          "Sorry."
          "You need to get that thing registered as a lethal weapon," I
said, laughing.
          "Yeah, things sort of got out of hand," he said, looking a little
embarrassed as he put his towel around his waist.  I gave him a confused,
questioning look and he went on.  "A couple of us guys saw those ads for
enlargement pills and we decided to order some.  A three-months supply.  Then I saw an
ad for the patches and I ordered those.  I shouldn't have used them at the
same time.  They sort of worked."
          "Geez, Travis, from what I remember of the last time I saw you, that
's the last thing you needed," I said.
          "I know.  But guys always want to get bigger.  Everywhere."
          "How much bigger did you get?" I asked.
          He swallowed and his face flushed more, as if he were too
embarrassed to answer.  He sort of laughed but it faded to a smile, and that faded,
too.
          "Four inches," he said.  "And I got bigger around."
          "Four inches!  More?  You were already bigger than most grown men
when I last saw you in the shower," I said.
          "That was on top of my natural growth," he went on.  "And I'm not
done growing.  I hate to think what I'll be when I'm nineteen or twenty."
          "Four inches...on top of what?" I asked.
          "On top of nine," he replied.
          My mouth dropped.  "Holy BeGezuss!  If my math is correct..."
          "Yeah," he said.  "Thirteen inches."
          I didn't know what to say.  I couldn't get my words untangled from
the thoughts going around in my head.  Godd, I wanted to see it!  I wanted to
feel it! I wanted it!
          "Has it, uh...caused you any problems?" I asked.  "Besides being
heavy to carry around."
          He laughed.  "No, not really."
          "Can I ask you something personal?"
          "The answer is yes," he said.  "Is it okay if I talk about it with
you?"
          "Certainly."
"I lost my virginity the first week I was out there.  It was an older girl I
met on the beach.  She took me up to her beach house."
"And she was able to handle you?"
          "No.  But I didn't care.  She handled enough.  I learned right
then and there that I'll have to be pretty careful with girls."
"Look, I don't know if there's anything that can be done about it, but if
you want, I can get an appointment with a doctor.  A specialist."
          "What, and have a few inches cut off?  Or maybe there's a pill
that will make it shrink?"
"No, no.  Just to get some advice and counseling.  At your rate of growth,
Travis, you could end up being fifteen, sixteen inches long.  It could have a
great effect on your life.  If you happened to meet a girl and fell in love...
..what if she was so scared of you she wouldn't marry you?"
"I've thought of that.  So, yeah, I'll see a doctor."
I wanted to be his doctor.  I wanted to examine his cock and see for myself
what kind of giant he was.  I wanted to examine every inch of his body, inside
and out.  But how?  I made the appointment and made it sound urgent, which got
us in the following week.  The doctor was too young, I thought, to even have
a license, but that might put Travis more at ease.  When I started to go in
with him, the doctor stopped me.
"I don't usually see anyone with a patient, without his permission," he
said, looking at Travis.
"It's okay if he comes in with me," he said.  "He knows my problem.  He's
the one who made the appointment."
We sat across a huge, cherry-wood desk and the young doctor sat in his
high-back chair, his arms behind his head and his legs splayed out.
"So, what is the problem?" he asked.
Travis looked at me.  I didn't respond.  "He's talking to you," I said.
"Well, I...I, uh...I think I'm a little over-endowed," he said.
"Compared to what, or who?" the doctor asked.  "If you're talking about
other guys in the locker room, that's not a good basis for comparison.  Boys your
age can vary all over the map.  They all develop at a different pace."
"Well, that, but also, I've read that the average size is five or six inches,
" he went on. He sounded more at ease now and relaxed with the doctor.
"That's just what it says; an average.  But all right, if you're concerned,
how do you compare with that standard?"
"Double.  More than double," he replied.
The doctor tried not to look surprised but he obviously was.
"That would make you over twelve inches long," he drawled in a tone of
disbelief.
"Over thirteen inches," Travis said.
"Whew!  Well, that is big.  But it doesn't make you a freak."  He looked at
me.  "Are you well-endowed?" he asked.
"Yes, but not that well," I said.  I looked at Travis.  "Maybe you need to
tell him about the pills."
He lowered his head with that same flushed look of embarrassment.
"Enlargement pills?" the doctor guessed.
He nodded.  "Yes.  And patches."
"At the same time?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I never really believed those things work.  There's no scientific
studies or evidence."
"I'm carrying around the evidence between my legs," he said.
"His concern, doctor, is that he's not done growing."
"That he's not," the doctor agreed.
"And if I meet a girl...hell, I don't want her to run off screaming."
He laughed softly and put is hands on his desk.  He stood up and came around
the desk and parked his tight butt on the edge, squarely in front of us.
"You have a problem that millions of men would kill to have," he said.  "
Have you met a girl?  Of course you have.  A boy with your looks and your build,
not to mention your equipment, probably has to carry a club to beat them off.
"I already am," Travis joked.
"That's good; don't loose your sense of humor over it," the doctor said.
"What you perceive as a problem, or a potential problem, others may well see
it as a blessing.  Women and girls are different.  Some are quite satisfied
and happy with a man with a small or average-size cock.  You don't mind if I use
the vernacular, do you?  I hate penis.  It's so clinical, and I know of
nobody who calls it that."
"No, I don't mind.  I never call it that myself," Travis said.  "Dad taught
me to call it my cock."
The doctor smiled and nodded his approval.  "Women have been known to divorce
over a man's cock being too small.  That's rather shallow, but it does
happen.  There are some women who play the field and search out a man with a cock
big enough to satisfy her.  That's a bit crass.  It's like trying every
stallion that comes your way till you find one that fits.  But to each his own.  My
advice to you is, be careful and gentle and easy with a girl.  If she's a
virgin, be especially considerate.  After all, you don't have to use every inch to
get satisfaction.   The feelings are in the head.  The head that rests on
your shoulders, not the one on the end of your cock," he said.  "All the rest is
a power thing.  And your chances are just as good that you will find a woman
who will be more than delighted with your equipment and be able to handle it
quite nicely, once she gets used to it."
"What about in two or three years, when I might add another two or three
inches?" Travis said.
"Well, that's far from a hopeless situation.  It sounds like you would have
had more than your share of manhood without the use of enhancements, but be
proud of what you've got.  Proud and responsible."  He smiled a knowing smile
as he stood up.  "Well, you have my advice, but I would like to take down your
history.  I need to anyway, but I would like to examine you, if you don't
care.  It's nothing clinical, really.  I just want to see for myself.  It shouldn'
t be any different from being in the locker room at school."
"No, except I don't run around the locker room with a hardon.  And it's
thirteen inches hard."
"Can you get it hard for me?"
"Are you kidding!"
"Do you mind?"
I laughed, trying to put him at ease.  "He may have to have time to take care
of it so we can walk out of here," I joked.
"He can have all the time he wants," the doctor said.  "Do you want to step
into that room and strip down for me?"
I wondered why he wanted him to strip, just to see his cock but I didn't ask
any questions.  If Travis was wondering, it was up to him to ask. Travis went
into the room.
"You have an exceptional son, there," he said.  "And I don't mean just
because he is so well-endowed or well built.  He has the unusual maturity to
handle what he perceives to be a problem, head on."
          "I'm very proud of him," I said.
"Should I come in there?"  Travis called out from the room.
"Yes, please.  Do you want me to ask your father to leave first?"
"No, heck, we live in the same house together," he said.
I don't know if I stifled my gasp when he came through the door, naked except
for his socks.  One of us gasped, but I don't know if it was me or the young
doctor.  I knew Travis was a thing of beauty; a living god, but I was stunned
by his overall beauty as he presented it to us hard.  His cock was enormous.
Easily all thirteen inches he claimed, and so big around I doubted if he, or
I, could get his hand around it without squeezing awfully tight.  It stood
straight out from his loins, swaying like a battering ram, bucking upward when it
throbbed.
"Well, you weren't exaggerating," the doctor said.
Travis walked rather cautiously up to the doctor.  The doctor put his hand
around the thick cock and moved the sheath back and forth several times.
"MMnnnnn," Travis moaned.
"That feel good?" the doctor asked, laughing softly.
"Yes."
"Well, we all know that's normal.  He pulled the sheath up to the head then
stretched it back down the shaft.
"Yes, circumcised, but left with a generous collar.  It's a good
circumcision.  You don't have any trouble with the foreskin being too tight."
"No, I keep it pretty much stretched, if you know what I mean," he said.
"That's a good idea.  Do you mind if I measure it, for my records?"
"No, I don't mind."
"Of if you've measured it recently, you can just tell me."
"I haven't measured it for a couple of months," he said.
The doctor pulled a tape measure out of his desk and held the end snugly into
Travis's pubes and stretched it along the side of his cock.  It throbbed and
quivered to his touch.
"Thirteen and...three eights."  Then he wrapped the tape around the thick
cock about midway on the shaft.  "Six and seven-eights.  That's big."  Then he
measured around the head.  "Seven and a quarter.  You'll need to be careful
with that," he said.  He wrote the measurements down and made some more notes
in Travis' file.
"Has your increase in size affected any other aspects of your physical
sexuality?" the doctor asked.
"I don't know what you mean."
"I'm being too clinical.  Do you notice that you come a lot more since you'
ve gotten so big?"
Travis shrugged.  "I don't know if its any more.  It seems more powerful....
I shoot farther, I know that."
          "That's because of the increased size of the barrel," the doctor
said.  "Would you, uh...mind showing me?" he asked as he stepped and motioned
toward the door of the little room
Travis looked at me.  I laughed and shrugged and nodded.
          "You can't get it stuffed back in your jeans like that," I said.
"There's no need to be embarrassed," the doctor said.  "It's no different
than if we were doing a sperm analysis, if you were a sperm donor."
Travis walked toward the room, and I saw the doctor noticing his tight, round
butt.  "Do you want to call me when you're ready?"
          "To go off, you mean?" Travis asked.
          "Yes."
          "I don't know if I'll know enough in advance," he said.  "You're
a doctor, you can watch if you want to."
          They went into the room.  They didn't close the door but I couldn'
t see in without moving my chair and being obvious.
          "I'll need a towel or something," Travis said.
I couldn't see Travis but I could see the young doctor leaning his butt
against the small desk with his arms crossed, watching intently. I could tell by
his face, and the soft noises, that Travis was jacking off for him.
"Sometimes it takes me awhile," Travis said.
"Maybe I can help," the doctor said.
I was struck dumb for a second; I thought he meant he was going to jack him
off but he reached up and turned on a television.
"Are you straight or gay?" he asked Travis.
"Straight."
"I'm going to let you watch a video that might help get you more excited
faster."  The doctor leaned out of the door.  "It's not your run-of-the-mill
porno video," he told me.  "But it is erotic.  Do you have any objection?"
"He's a big boy.  I'm sure he's seen worse," I said.  I was desperately
hoping the doctor, or even Travis, would invite me in but he didn't.
There was silence except for the soft sounds of Travis jacking off and his
breathing.  After a few minutes the doctor asked, "Are you getting close?"
"Nowhere near close," Travis said.
"Call me when you're close," the doctor said, and came back into his office.
"Yes, an exceptional young man," he said to me.  "If he finds the right
woman, he's going to be phenomenal.  I'm almost jealous, and I'm well-endowed
myself."
"I know the feeling," I said.  "But I didn't know, first-hand, just how big
he was, till today."
"I'm...I think I'm getting pretty close," Travis said.
The doctor hurried into the room.  I almost jumped up and followed him but it
would've been too perverted.
"Ohh,...Oh, yeah...I'm getting there," he gasped.
"Let it go," the doctor said huskily.  "Let's see it.  Show me."
"OHhhh...Ohhh, I'm coming...I'm coming, Doc."
There was a series of gasping groans as Travis unloaded his balls.  I could
only imagine what it must look like.  Several minutes passed before the moans
died down.
I heard Travis let out a loud sigh.  "That's it, Doc.  That's all I've got."
"I must say, that was very impressive," the doctor said.  "You can get
dressed now."
The doctor came back into his office.  His face was a little flushed, I
thought.
"That boy could populate his own country," he said, shaking his head.  "If I
hadn't been holding the towel, he would've hit the wall."
I was almost squirming in my chair from excitement.
"I've never see any man come that much, or that hard.  I wish I'd caught it
and measured it."
"He would probably come back in and let you do that," I said.
"I may ask him."
Travis came out looking flushed but relaxed.  His jeans were bulging at the
crotch but they were at least buttoned over his bulge.
"Well, I see you managed to get it all stuffed back in your jeans," the
doctor joked.
"So, what now, doc?" Travis asked, brushing a hand down over the front of
his bulging jeans.
"Compared to ninety percent of the male patients that I see, you don't have
a problem.  You're exceptionally large, and you are exceptionally potent and
very powerful.  The best advice I can give you is, be a gentleman until the
woman lets you know she doesn't want you to be," he said as he dug around in his
desk drawer.  "I'm going to give you a video to watch, perhaps with your
dad.  There is obviously a very good relationship between the two of you so I
think you can handle it together without any embarrassment."  He looked at me.  "
Now this is a pornographic video.  It deals with both hetero and gay sex.
But I want you to look beyond all of that, to my purpose in having you view it.
It's a composite of work done by an exceptionally well-endowed male porn
star.  I want you to observe how he copes with that, and how the women in the
video handle it.  You will be pleasantly surprised.  You'll notice that, unlike
you, he seldom gets a full, really hard erection, which makes it easier for the
women to accommodate his size, but it will demonstrate, overall, that you don'
t have near the problem you think you have.  Doyou have any problem with it?"
he asked me before giving the video to Travis.
"No."
The doctor handed the video to Travis and stood up, indicating that the
appointment was over.  I took out my check book but he waved it aside.
"No charge."
"Do we keep the video?" Travis asked.
"If you want to.  If your dad doesn't care."
"You were going to ask Travis if he would come back?" I reminded him.
"Oh, yes.  Travis, I would like to add some more notes to your file."
          "What do you want to know?"
"When you shot off...well, it was phenomenal...and I wished afterwards that
I had, one, measured your distance instead of stopping you with a towel.  And
two, I would like to measure the volume of your load.   I was wondering if you
would mind coming back in for repeat performances."
"Both on the same day?"
"No.  I want to give you time to recuperate so we can have you full-throttle
for both times."
He laughed.  "I don't need a full day to get back to full-throttle," he said.
"That makes me want to do a third experiment," he said.  "Would you be
willing to come in and spend some time just jacking off?"
"It's what I do best," Travis joked.
"As long as you want, come as many times as you can, without any recuperation
time.  It would help me make some judgment, perhaps, whether the enlargement
aids had any effect on your prostate or your balls."
Travis laughed.  "Sure, I'll jack off as long as you want me to.  Hell, you
can take pictures if you want to or invite an audience, maybe some interns, if
you want to."
The doctors eyes lit up.  "Are you serious?  You wouldn't mind if I videoed
the experiments or if you had an audience?"
"Naw, I don't care.  It'd be for medical science, right?"
"Yes, of course."
We were about to leave when the doctor stopped us again.
"I'm going to say one more thing, for what its worth.  You're old enough to
know about gay sex," he said to Travis.
I glanced at Travis and he looked at me.
"If I'm out of line here, either one of you can jump in and stop me."
Neither of us spoke.
"All right, I'm going to take that as permission to go on," he said. "There
are studies, not widely publicized, of course, that present evidence that in
general, gay males are more receptive and willing and physically capable than
women of accommodating exceptionally well-endowed men.  To put it crudely, it'
s a bottomless pit.  What I've told you is not ethical and I'm not advocating
it.  I'm just throwing the information out there for you to do with what you
wish.  Understand that having sex with a gay man doesn't make you gay.  Its
simply an outlet."
          There was a quiet silence, Travis and I waiting to see if the
doctor was finished, and I supposed the doctor was waiting to get our reaction.
          "Well, thank you for everything.  Travis will be contacting you,"
I said.
          "Yes, and thanks for your cooperation," the doctor said.
"Well, that was interesting," I said as we walked back to the car.
          "To say the least," Travis agreed.
          "Was it helpful to you?" I asked.
          "Yeah, I guess, if you figure I'm going to go out looking for some
guy to fuck."  He glanced at me with a funny look.  "I guess I wouldn't have
to look far; just across the driveway."
          I had to look away.  There was a safe moment as we got in the car
but then we were face to face again.
          "Is that a viable alternative?" he asked, his voice husky.
          "I wouldn't go there," I said.  "Those boys are barely sixteen."
          "That didn't seem to matter to you," he said.
          "I'm glad you brought it up.  This is the first time we've spoken
of it," I said.
          "Maybe we should have before."
          "I'm sure you've got questions," I said.
          "Only wondering if...if you're gay," he said hesitantly.
          "Are you?" I asked.
          He looked hurt and I instantly regretted I'd said it.  "I'm sorry,
that was out of line.  I'm sorry, Son."
          "You have every right to wonder about me," he said.
          "No, I had no right to wonder, or to ask you that," I said.  "You'
ve been through so much..."
          "It's okay, Dad.  I've wondered, too."  He gave me a side glance.
 "I didn't...I didn't tell you all of it.  He forced me so often and I got
used to it, and there were times when he actually made it feel good.  I couldn'
t help it.  There was something inside me...a certain spot...that sometimes
drove me out of my mind.  Jim picked up on that and got so he could make me
come.  I hated it, dad...hated that it felt good...but I couldn't help it."
          His eyes started to tear up and I put my arm across his shoulder.  "
I know, it was a normal reaction to what he did to you.  It doesn't make you
gay.  You didn't ask for it."
          "No, but I got so I didn't mind it all that much; I mean, I was
able to resign myself to it."
          "That's just what it was; resigning yourself to your fate.  Don't
let this eat away at you, Travis.  You've done a remarkable job of putting it
into perspective now put it behind you.  And you might want to discuss your
past with the doctor."
          "I thought about that, but I didn't have the balls to bring it up."
          "He's a doctor," I reminded him.
          He looked away for a second, as if he wanted to say something but
didn't have the courage.
          "Travis...?"
          "I was just thinking...about what the doctor said, and....Are the
twins gay; both of them?" he asked.
          I laughed softly.  "Yes.  As gay as they come."
          "Then what would be wrong....I mean, you know I'm sexually active,
dad, and you know I won't stop, so...what the doctor said...about sex with
gay men...what would be wrong with doing that if Dave or Darin is willing."
          I laughed, a good belly laugh.  "Willing?  They've been drooling
ever since you showed up."
          "Have they said anything?"
          "Everything but have me tie you down so they can get at you," I
said.
          "Then maybe...maybe I oughta let them."
          "I gave you my advice...don't go there...but I can't make your
decisions for you."
          "But you influence my decisions, good or bad," he said.  "You
always have.  Just tell me, if...if I invited one of them to stay over, and you
knew we were having sex, what would be your reaction?"
          "In t he first place, you wouldn't get by with inviting just one.
They're a matched set."
          "Okay, both of them," he said.
"My reaction?  I don't know, Son.  This isn't something I've given any
thought to."
I knew Travis wouldn't take my advice.  My only problem was that I wanted it
to be me, not the twins.  It was a week later when I found the twins at my
table for dinner, and learned that they would be spending the night.  I was
excited and disappointed.  Excited that they were in my house for the night but
disappointed that it wouldn't be me sharing Travis's bed.  I wished I had the
guts to suggest it, but I couldn't be the one to suggest incest.
We went upstairs together.  The twins went into Travis's room, trying not to
appear excited.  It was as if no one had a thought that there would be
anything going on when the lights went out, but I could see the boys' excitement.  I
was surprised when Travis followed me into my room, and stunned at what he
said.
"Look, dad...this may be way out of line, but...well, I'm obviously already
aware of  your relationship with the twins.  And you know we're not going to
be lying in bed and tell ghost stories, so...well, what I'm saying is...I...I
wouldn't care if you...if you wanted to come on over to my room.  There are
two of them."
I was stunned.  Gratefully stunned.  I felt weak from excitement, and I was
struck dumb for a moment.
"Do you want to?" he asked.  "You could just sort of wander in, you know,
come over and check on all the noise or something, then just stay."
I was nodding before I found my voice.  "All right...yeah...I'll be over."
"Great."  He smiled and started to leave.
"Travis."
"Thanks for asking."
"Sure.  Thanks for accepting.  Give us a little bit to break the ice," he
said.
I laughed.  "By the time you get across the all, the ice will be melted."
I was beside myself with excitement; I was practically shaking.  I was going
to be in the same bed, sharing sex with my son!  There was a stabbing pang of
guilt as I thought of Jim and all the terrible things he had done to him.  How
was I any better?  But Travis had asked me.  And I wouldn't be having sex
with him; only sharing the experience.
Travis left my door and his open.  A few minutes later, as the boys were all
evidently undressing I heard Dave and Darin's surprised gasps and remarks.
"Dam!  Is that thing for real?"
"Holy Shit, Travis...that belongs on a horse!"
"Do you think we can take that, Dave?"
"I'm gonna die trying," said Dave.
I wondered if he had a hardon or if their surprise was from merely seeing his
cock for the first time.
"Fuck, you're built!" one of them said.  "Is it okay if we feel your
muscles?"
"Sure," Travis said.
I didn't know how much of a `little bit' Travis meant for them to break the
ice, but it sounded like it was crumbling and I was dying to join them.  I
wanted to see the boys' reaction to Travis's big cock and watch them going all
ga-ga over his muscles.  But I waited.

			       End of Part I