Date: Thu, 25 Feb 2016 00:58:23 +0000 From: Pony Boy1984 Subject: An Awakening in Oklahoma Disclaimer: All acts depicted in the following story are strictly fictional and consensual. Please help support Nifty by donating. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html An Awakening in Oklahoma By Pony Boy 1984 Act 1 Sean leaned back in his seat, completely lost in pages of the book he was clutching. His glasses were barely visible between the curly locks of blonde hair extending down his forehead. He didn't notice the larger boy approaching him until the swipe of the boy's hand sent the copy of `Wuthering Heights' flying out of Sean's small hands. His blue eyes widened as he looked up at his older classmate. "W-w-why d-did you d-d-do th-a-a-t?" he stammered. "W-w-why do you st-st-stutter like a retard?" Alex mocked down at him. He lifted his foot and shoved the chair back, sending Sean tumbling backward. His glasses fell off his face, skittering across the linoleum floor. Sean rubbed the back of the head, unable to stem the tears that immediately streamed from his eyes. He scrambled to his feet, confronting the older boy that stood nearly a foot taller than he did. "St-st-stop th-th-that!" Alex shoved the boy backward, "Come on Sean, what are you going to do?" Before Alex could follow through with another shove, a pair of hands knocked him off balance. "Come off it, Alex!" Jimmy demanded. "This is none of your business. Go back to the reservation!" Alex said with a sneer. The librarian had caught notice of the disturbance and finally intervened. "What seems to be the problem?" she asked, her arms folded and eyes narrowed. "Nothing, just helping Sean up," Alex replied, quickly backing away from the scene and moving to the other side of the library. She shot the younger boy a look of concern. "Are you hurt, Sean?" "No, Ma'am. I j-j-just fell out of my ch-chair," he replied. After checking for any sign of injury, she returned to her desk. Jimmy recovered his younger companion's belongings. "Are you alright?" he asked in a hushed voice. Through his tears, the small blonde managed to flash a shy smile. "Thank you, Waya. You're the best," he said in a hushed voice. It's not often Jimmy heard his Cherokee name uttered by anyone except his adopted dad, but it always brought a smile to his face. "Aww, it was nothing," he said, looking away from Sean in a quick bit of shyness. "Don't let those guys get to you. They're just jealous that you're smarter than them." "I'm going to miss you this summer," Sean confessed, sighing at the thought of spending the summer alone. "Well, maybe you can come over to my house this summer," Jimmy offered, restoring the smile on Sean's face, his azure eyes sparkling through the lingering tears. "Now, come on. The bell is about to go off," Jimmy said. He couldn't help but reach out and gently wipe the tears from Sean's face. Jimmy's ruddy brown complexion contrasted against Sean's pale flesh. The younger boy looked up at him and smiled, responding positively to the touch. Before either boy could speak, the period bell chimed in the distance, sending students scampering to their next class. "Come on, Sean. I'll walk you to your next class," Jimmy offered. Once he had escorted Sean safely to his next destination, he turned down the hall only to discover the scowling visage of Alex staring at him. Alex attempted to shove Jimmy, but he side-stepped the attack and stiff-armed his opponent. Recognizing that Jimmy wasn't going to take the abuse, Alex took a measured step backward. "Stay out of my business, freak." Jimmy responded by extending his middle finger at Alex. Alex made a fist and punched his palm, in a futile effort to intimidate him. The chime of the alarm overhead cut the boys' posturing short, sending both to their respective classes in a hurry. Jimmy knew that Alex's threats were futile since the boy had to remain in his father's good graces to stay on the school's basketball team. Jimmy preferred to fight his own battles but took some comfort knowing Alex would never risk taking things too far. Jimmy wasn't ashamed of his heritage, but sometimes he wished his Caucasian genes dominated a little more. Fortunately, he only needed to endure one more period, before the freedom and release of summer would be upon him. Act 2 The sun was sinking below the horizon, casting long shadows across the highway. John flicked on his headlights and set the cruise control as his car traveled westward on Route 9. Melissa settled back in her seat before turning to him. "John, do you ever wonder what life would be like if we had never gotten married?" John was taken aback by the question though admittedly the thought had crossed his mind on more than several occasions. He glanced over at her and while she was smiling, there was that hint of sorrow in her eyes. He did his best to flash her a reassuring smile. "Come on babe, I'd be a lost puppy without you!" "No, I mean if you could be doing anything in the world, what would you do?" She asked. John's heart rate increased as sweat began forming on his brow. He rolled down the driver's side window and clutched the steering wheel a little tighter. "I was never particularly ambitious. I just want to be a good husband and the best father I can be." He reached and placed his hand on his wife's hand and squeezed it reassuringly. Melissa smiled, "I have no doubt you'll be a great father." She placed his hand on the lump in her stomach and it took just a moment before John felt a gentle kick. He smiled, "He's going to be a kicker for The Chiefs." John noticed that any doubt that was masked behind his wife's eyes had evaporated as she relaxed back into the seat. John glanced at his review mirror as a pickup truck began tailgating him. Melissa glanced back and shook her head. "Some people are just hell bent on getting themselves killed." The truck swerved blindly into the eastbound lane and accelerated rapidly. "What a jackass!" John retorted, tapping the breaks to let the truck pass him. However, the truck didn't have time to see the car that had just turned onto the highway. John's mind only had a fraction of a second to see the truck suddenly veer back into his lane, skidding sideways. He slammed on the breaks and turned left, only to strike the third vehicle head on. As the car spun through the air, he turned toward his left only to discover that most of the driver's side part of the car was gone, including his wife. "Melissa, no!" John screamed, before bolting up from his bed inside his darkened room. John sat on the side of the bed, burying his head in his hands. It had been nearly ten years since the accident, and still it haunted his dreams. He turned on the bedside lamp and looked over at the small picture of her he kept on his nightstand. He did want to be a good husband, but perhaps it was never meant to be. He couldn't tell her what he really wanted. Five glistening silver plaques hung on his wall, his name emblazoned as "Coach of the Year." The remainder of his wall space contained either pictures of his basketball team, or of his son. Jimmy "Waya" Adams was everything he ever wanted, well almost everything. He picked up the boy's picture, remembering the first time he saw him in the hospital. Like himself, Waya had lost everything, too. In some regards, the boy had it worse. "It's a shame about the kid. Poor bastard, neither grandparents want anything to do with him." The man said, shaking his head sadly. "Why not?" John asked. "He's a half-breed. His father was from Osage and his mother was from Kansas City. As I understand it, they eloped without their parents blessing. They moved out here to try and start a new life. Too bad they never got the chance," he said. "So, what's going to happen to him?" John asked. "State Services will have to be brought in. I guess they'll send him off to a foster home." "What's his name?" "His parents called him Jimmy, but his Cherokee name is Waya," the man replied. "Does that name have significance?" John inquired. "Waya is their word for wolf. I guess it's appropriate because that is one tough kid who is now very much alone." The man looked back at John, a wave of guilt crossing his face. "I'm sorry, John. I guess you're both..." "It's alright, Bill." John began to turn away, before stopping and turning back. "Bill, do State Services have to be brought in?" Bill raised an eyebrow, "Well, not if some family could be found. Why?" "Bill, what would you say if I wanted to adopt him? I mean, if none of his family are willing to come forward?" John looked through the window at the boy, who suddenly turned and looked right in the eyes and smiled. It had been the first smile that appeared on the boy's lips since the accident. "If you're serious about this, I'll see what I can do." Bill turned in time to see the boy smiling. "In such a senseless tragedy, maybe this is God's will. I'll ask around and get back to you," Bill promised. John crept down the hall and cracked open Jimmy's door and peered inside. He could only see the silhouette of the boy's bare body spread out on his bed. He bit his lower lip and closed the door, walking into the living room and collapsing on the couch. Raising the boy had been an adventure on many levels, regarding his heritage and now his emerging sexuality. He wanted Jimmy to be confident and open, he wanted the boy's childhood to be the opposite of his. So, when Jimmy came to him to discuss his attraction to both sexes, he wanted to be supportive and affirming. John was more honest with Jimmy than he had ever been with Melissa or even himself. He, of course, stopped just short of telling his son his real desires, but he wanted his "wolf cub" to know that he wasn't alone and didn't need to fear being honest about his feelings and desires. John couldn't help but notice Jimmy's attitude had become a little more confident the past few months since that talk on his eleventh birthday. John wondered if the boy could sense that his dad shared the same interest in boys. Jimmy would occasionally point out a boy he found attractive. It was bad enough being exposed to a locker room filled with barely dressed boys that looked up to him, but even his own son occasionally offered temptations that he resisted at every turn. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, trying to push all these thoughts from his weary brain. Only in the silence did he hear the distant crackle of thunder. After about ten minutes, the flashes of lightning began lighting up the living room. Each crack of thunder rumbled and crackled with energy that gently vibrated the windows. "This is going to be a bad one," he thought to himself. Soon the patter of raindrops hitting the living room window could be heard, gradually increasing in tempo as the storm approached. However, it was the shrill wail of the sirens that rousted John fully awake and screaming his son's name before he even stood to his feet. "Wake up, Waya! Now! Now!" he screamed, as the boy burst from his room, still trying to pull underwear over his morning erection. "I know! I'm coming!" he yelled, bouncing against the walls, still waking himself up. They'd been through this drill plenty of times before and he knew exactly what to do. The pair reached the cellar door at the same time and descended into the shelter. By the time they got to the foot of the stairs, the power had gone out. "Hopefully, it's another false alarm," the boy said. The crackling sound of thunder overhead was deafening as hail began striking the roof. John pulled his son tightly against him, shielding the boy with his body. A new sound emerged from the chaotic frenzy of falling hail, howling the wind and crashing thunder. It was reminiscent of a locomotive traveling down the tracks at a high rate of speed. Only, this town doesn't have a rail line. "Oh God, Dad. It's for real!" Jimmy said, now trembling with fear. John held the boy, "It's going to be alright. We'll be OK," he assured him. They both knew that even if their home was spared, someone else would be less fortunate. After what felt like an eternity, the howling and rumbling diminished and the wailing sirens ceased. The two emerged from the basement shelter and inspected the property with flashlights and were relieved to find no damage to their home or their neighbors. The next morning the pair drove to the emergency shelter located in the school gymnasium. They brought with them donuts, coffee and any supplies that would be required to help those displaced by the storm. They were relieved to discover that only a few homes had been severely damaged, the town had dodged a bullet. However, not everyone was quite so fortunate. Jimmy carried in a box of supplies and raised his eyes in surprise. Sitting on a cot with his bright red face buried in his small hands was his friend Sean. Jimmy cried out in surprise and ran over to the boy. Sean looked up, his countenance suddenly brightening. "Waya!" Jimmy wrapped his hands around the younger boy and hugged him. Sean began crying again and held on to his friend tightly. "Where is your mom?" Jimmy asked with concern. Both boys looked up at the overhead florescent lights that flickered several times before stabilizing. "She had to get to work. We lost almost everything," Sean murmured. It was then Jimmy realized that his friend's glasses were cracked. "It's going to be OK. I got an idea! I'll be right back," Jimmy said, excusing himself to seek out his father. "Dad! Dad!" Jimmy exclaimed, grabbing his father's hand. "What is it?" John said, laughing at his son's sudden burst of earnest enthusiasm. Jimmy led his father to the far side of the gymnasium and pointed to Sean. "His house was damaged and I don't think he and his mom have anywhere else to go." By virtue of being the school's coach, he was already familiar with the school's wonder boy Sean Reardon. It was the first time in the school's history that a nine-year-old graduated the sixth grade a solid two years ahead of other boys his age. The downside of his academic successes was dealing with the less understanding older boys. He knew his son had a lot in common with the boy, but suspected that perhaps there was something more than Jimmy's innate compassion at work. "Dad, can they stay with us? Please! His mom works all the time and she can use the spare room, and Sean can stay in my room!" "Slow down Waya, let's think about this for a moment," John said, holding up his hand. "I think we really need to speak to his mother first. Don't you think?" Jimmy sighed, wringing his hands. "Yes, I guess so." Sean had looked up at them just as Jimmy responded. John bit his lip as he made eye contact with the lad. He knew that having Sean around would make Jimmy happy and well, how could he resist having another beautiful boy around the house. "Go find out his mom's number, so I can give her a call." Jimmy broke into an excited grin and immediately sprinted over to his friend before John could tell him not to get his hopes up. His son returned in moments with the woman's cell phone number. Within a few hours, they were all on their way home together. Act 3 Kate surveyed the spare bedroom, before turning to John. "I don't even know what to say, John. I thought we'd end up in some cheap hotel for the next couple of months." "This town has survived more than its share of calamity. We persevere by being there for one another until we can rebuild and start again. This room has been used for little more than storage for years, so we're not actually sacrificing anything. Besides, Jimmy is happy to have the company," Joh replied. "Sean talks about your son all the time. If I didn't know better, I'd say he..." Kate's voice trailed off as he faced flushed slightly. John filled in the blanks, Sean likely had a crush on his son and he was certain the feeling was mutual. "Jimmy is very fond of your son. I think he sees him as something of a common soul since the both of them face more than a little teasing and bullying at school. Kate smiled warmly. "Well, to be honest, I sometimes work an extra shift, but right now the company is offering time and a half for working extra shifts. We need that money right now to get back on our feet, so I'd be there most of the time. I hate to place a burden on you like this." "Sean is a great kid, and since it's summer recess I have some extra time anyways," John assured her. "He thinks the world of you too," she admitted. John raised an eyebrow and cleared his throat. "Well, I do make an effort to be there for all my boys." Mercifully, the lights flickered which disrupted the awkward pause in their conversation. "On the other hand, I can't guarantee we'll have electricity when you get home. Luckily, we have a grill to cook dinner." Kate headed off to work after helping Sean get settled into Jimmy's room, leaving the three of them alone. Jimmy had taken his companion on a tour through the house, before the three of them headed off to Sean's house to see if anything could be recovered from the wreckage. They spent several hours as the sun faded toward the western horizon, bathing their shirtless bodies in a pale orange light as Sean desperately tried to recover what little was left of their lives. The boy broke down crying several times, as John and his son struggled to console him. "Things can and will be replaced Sean, but people can't," John said. Sean looked up at him and nodded. Jimmy had told him a little bit about his father, so Sean had some sense that both of them understood what it was like to lose something or someone important. The boy knew that at least he had his mom, and in that regard he was luckier than either John or Jimmy. Besides, the thought of spending the whole summer with them had already brightened his overall outlook. After recovering some items from the unstable structure, the trio piled back into the car to head home. As the sun set, John noticed that the lights throughout town were off again. "We'll grill up some burgers when we get home and then get cleaned up." John decided they should eat first while there was still a glimmer of lingering sunlight painting red and orange hues on the western horizon. Soon the sound of sizzling hamburgers filled the air while Jimmy and Sean worked on sorting the boy's recovered belongings. "I hope you're not a picky eater," John said as he served the burgers. Sean giggled, "No, Coach. I usually have to microwave everything anyways." Jimmy looked up at his dad with concern. John already suspected that his mom wasn't usually home until late, so the boy typically had microwave dinners or leftovers. "Well, you're going to be getting home cooked meals at the Chateau' Adams. And please, just call me John." Sean didn't respond, but he beamed happily as he tore into his dinner. As it became too dark to see, John was forced to break out a few red glowsticks and placed them at strategic locations throughout the house. He clapped his hands together to muster the boys outside the bathroom. "It doesn't look like the power is coming back anytime soon, and we don't have unlimited hot water. So, we're going to need to shower together to conserve the hot water." Sean's eyes widened. "T-t-together?" Sean stuttered with some concern. "You don't have anything we've not both seen before," John quipped, unbuttoning his belt and letting his jeans slip to the floor. Sean didn't respond, but his lips formed an immediate grin which broadened as Jimmy likewise began stripping in front of him. John and Jimmy entered the bathroom with Sean trailing behind them. John snapped several red glow sticks, casting the entire bathroom in a pale crimson light. "Your turn!" Jimmy said. Sean turned around and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down around his ankles. John couldn't help but notice Jimmy's excited smile when Sean revealed his tighty-whiteys. John tried to act disinterested as he turned on the shower water, finding a temperature that was suitable for all three of them and would last for awhile. John slid off his boxers. "Alright boys, climb in!" Jimmy shed his underwear, leaving Sean to hunch over and pull his down, trying to hide his boyhood from the others. He slid toward the walk-in shower much like a crab, moving laterally toward his destination. John was standing in back with Jimmy just in front of him. Since this left the water spraying right in his face, Sean was forced to turn around to face Jimmy and John. The boy's blue eyes widened when he got a perfect view of both Jimmy and John's body. He tried to look Jimmy in the face, but his eyes wandered around their bodies. Much to Sean's horror, his smooth boyhood immediately inflated to three and one-half inches. He looked down and quickly turned around, braving the water spraying in his face. "No, not now!" he whispered down at his wayward appendage. "It's alright Sean, that happens to me all the time," Jimmy said softly. "R-r-r-really?" he stuttered, using his hand to try and shield his face from the water. "It's OK, really," Jimmy said, placing his hand on the boy's shoulder. Sean turned around, his head hung low. "You have absolutely nothing to be ashamed about, Sean. Every single guy in the world has the same thing happen to them. It's perfectly natural," John assured him. As Jimmy looked over Sean's body, his own boyhood began to throb, which attracted Sean's attention. Sean's face brightened as the red light from the glow sticks glistened in the droplets of water rolling down his body as he watched his friend get an erection. Jimmy blushed but didn't make any effort to hide it. "Waya, why does your's look different than mine?" Sean inquired. Jimmy wasn't entirely sure, so he turned back toward his father. "Dad, why is his different?" John looked over his son's shoulder and glanced at Sean's erection. "He's not circumcised, so he still has his foreskin. Sean, pull the skin back with your fingers and you'll see there isn't as much difference as you think." Sean followed the instructions, exposing his small cockhead to the others. "Oh, I see," he said. The two boys held their cocks next to one another, which sent an electric shock of excitement through both of their frames. "Some guys have the foreskin and some don't. It's usually a decision your parents make when you're a baby. The reasons for keeping it or removing it can be for religious, cultural or medical reasons," John said in an almost clinical tone. Sean began looking anxious, looking up at Jimmy. "W-w-waya c-c-aan I... n-ev-ev-er-min-d." Jimmy noticed the boy's hand motion and turned back toward his father, who nodded silently. "Would you like to touch it? Because I'd like to touch yours," Jimmy said. Sean looked up at Jimmy and smiled excitedly. Both boys gently reached out and feel each other's cock. Jimmy immediately tensed and sighed with pleasure and Sean responded similarly as his older friend began rubbing his foreskin. "Why do guys get like this?" Sean asked, breaking the momentary silence as he ran his fingers along Jimmy's boyhood gently. "Well, it means that your brain is...well..." John struggled with how much to say. However, Jimmy turned back and flashed him a smile with a subtle nod. After clearing his throat, John decided, to be honest, and direct. "What I mean to say, Sean, is that your brain is excited by what you're looking at or thinking about. It signals your body to get an erection so that you can have sex." "But guys can't have babies!" Sean retorted. "No, they can't. Sex between a man and a woman can produce a baby. But anyone can have sex just for fun with someone you really like," John replied. Sean's mental gears turned furiously as he looked up at the pair, his smooth little stiffy throbbed between Jimmy's fingers. "E-e-even U-us?" he asked, looking into Jimmy's gray eyes, before leaning to the left to look up at John. "Do you like Waya?" John asked. "Yes!" Sean immediately replied. "Do you think you're attracted to him?" John asked, trying to keep a neutral tone he might use when discussing Sex-Ed with a student. Sean looked down between his legs, his countenance flushed enough to distinguish from the crimson light that they were bathing in. "Yes, I think so," he replied. "Waya, do you like Sean?" John asked. Jimmy smiled, "Yes, I do. We both do!" he said, pointing to his boyhood. John chuckled softly, "Well, you have your answer, Sean." "But, what about you?" Sean asked with concern. John raised an eyebrow, "What about me?" "I really like you, too," he replied, before pointing down at his erection and flashing him a dimpled grin. "We both do, Sean," Jimmy added. Now it was John's turn to blush. The man had managed to control his desires to the point that he wasn't even sporting an erection. He made every effort to be forthright, honest but detached from the proceedings. Now both boys were looking at him eagerly, shifting the dynamic from clinical instructor to something more intimate. "Show us what to do, Dad. Please?" Jimmy said. His voice was followed by an enthusiastic affirmation from his younger companion. After a pause, Jimmy said, softly, "You'd don't have to be alone anymore, Dad." John knelt down to look his son in the eyes, "I'm not alone Waya, I've been blessed with a wonderful son." "You know what I'm mean, Dad," Jimmy said, casting a glance in Sean's direction. John knew exactly what his son meant. He had avoided even the vaguest hint of impropriety since taking on the responsibility of becoming a father and a coach. However, those years alone in his bed had taken something of a toll on him. Jimmy was quite perceptive and his subtle shift in behavior was no coincidence. John relaxed, allowing his cock to swiftly inflate. Sean's eyes widened and his grin broadened. "You do like us!" Sean blurted out. John pushed his hips out, affording both boys an opportunity to look and feel his swelling manhood. He soaped up his hands and began rubbing his son's chest, back, and thighs by making slow, gentle circular motions with his fingers. "Sex involves a lot of touching and exploring, slow and gentle to start," John said. "Waya, soap up your hands and explore Sean's body. You do the same thing, Sean. Do it just like I am," he instructed as he guided his hands down Jimmy's thighs, before gliding his fingers up the inside of Jimmy's legs. Jimmy moaned and leaned into his father's touch as he began lathering up Sean's creamy, smooth thighs. "You should explore every curve of your partner's body and search for those special spots that make them feel good," John said, running his fingers down Jimmy's buttocks, allowing a finger to slip into his crack, prompting a moan of approval. Jimmy imitated his father's motions and did the same to Sean. Sean ran his fingers up Jimmy's chest, making circular motions around his inverted breastbone that made an indentation in his chest. John reached around his son and gently rubbed and pinched his left nipple, causing the boy to jump and moan. Jimmy performed the same technique on Sean, prompting a similar response. "Alright, now rinse off and I'll show you something else," John said. After the suds had been rinsed away, John maneuvered the two boys to be standing side-by-side facing him. He began by running his tongue around each of boy's nipples, nipping gently before running his tongue down their stomach. John paid a little extra attention to Sean's belly-button, massaging the bit of baby fat around his tummy before running his tongue between the boy's legs and drinking in the scent of freshly washed boy. He engulfed Sean's stiff boyhood into his hot, wet mouth. Sean's eyes widened and a gasp escaped his lips. He let the boy's member slip from his lips, before pulling the foreskin back and swirling his tongue around the boy's tip. His high-pitch moan of extasy reverberated around the bathroom, as John's lips are pressed against his smooth groin. He let the boy's cock slip from his mouth once again. "Now which felt better Sean, with the foreskin pulled back or not?" "When you pulled the skin back felt better, but it was awesome either way!" Sean exclaimed, still awestruck by the sensations his body experienced. John turned to his son. "When your partner has foreskin, pull it back to give him the maximum amount of pleasure." Turning back toward Sean, he added. "The key is to vary your technique and speed." He took Jimmy's smooth balls into his mouth and sucked on them, before running his tongue up and down the boy's shaft. He switched over to Sean, varying the position of the foreskin and his tongue. "Now the two greatest enemies to your penis are zippers," John said, causing both boys to instinctually shudder, "and teeth. Use those beautiful lips of yours to shield your partner's penis from your teeth, no matter how thick it is." "Is it our turn now?" Sean asked. Jimmy grinned mischievously and nodded his head. John stood up and thrust his hips out, presenting his six-inch cut manhood to the boys. Neither wasted any time as Sean eagerly placed his lips on the man's purple mushroom tip and ran his tongue along it before letting it disappear between his luscious red lips. Adding to John pleasure, was his son's lips pressing against his balls, gently taking them into his mouth. John arched his back and gasped, closing his eyes for a moment, lost in the sensation of two hot tongues licking and slathering his cock and balls. Sean periodically nicked him with his teeth, but the boy corrected his technique whenever John jolted with discomfort. The boys switched positions, affording Jimmy the opportunity to engulf his dad's cock down to the back of his throat. John rubbed the head of each boy, gently pushing the back of their heads into his cock. After a moment, he took a step back, instructing Jimmy to kneel in front of Sean to demonstrate what he's learned. His son needed little encouragement to take the nine-year-old's smooth stiffy into his mouth, alternating the position of the foreskin and his tongue. John maneuvered behind Sean to start the next lesson. "One or both of your hands may be free to explore, touch and caress your partner. You should take full advantage of that." John ran his hands up and down Sean's thighs and soon Jimmy parroted his father's motions as their hands slid up Sean's chest and rubbed and pinched Sean's nipples, causing the boy to moan stiffen, moan and pant in pleasure. John slid his hand across Sean's perfectly formed pale buttocks, pulling them apart with his fingers, allowing him to press his tongue against the boy's quivering sphincter. "There are other sensitive places your partner might enjoy your tongue exploring," John added, before plunging his tongue deep inside, causing Sean to gasp in absolute delight. After pleasuring the boy for several moments, John instructed his son to stand up so that Sean can take a turn showing what he's learned. Sean wasted no time sinking down in front of his friend, quickly running his tongue along Jimmy's four-inch boyhood. "Now, you want to give your partner some feedback on how you're making them feel. Don't be afraid to moan and to tell them what you want and how they're doing. Use your hands to guide and caress them. It's also the one time you can use dirty words...if your partner doesn't mind," John said. "Waya can talk dirty if he wants!" Sean declared before his hot, wet mouth completely enveloped Jimmy's throbbing boyhood. "The swear jar isn't in effect, Waya," John whispered in his son's ear. Jimmy's gray eyes flashed mischievously, as he looked down at his younger companion. He moaned loudly and stroked Sean's blonde hair. , "Oh yeah, suck my cock, Sean," he cooed. John shifted behind his son, spreading his ass cheeks apart to explore before inserting his tongue into the eleven-year old's tight hole. "Fuck my ass with your tongue, Dad," Jimmy ordered. John responded by extending his tongue as deep as it would go. John delivered several playful slaps on the boy's ass as he repeatedly flicked his tongue deep into his boy hole. After a moment, he replaced his tongue with a soaped up forefinger, sinking it knuckle deep into Jimmy as Sean continued to lick and suck his son's cock. Jimmy looked back at his father, "Time for a new lesson?" he wondered aloud, pushing his ass into his father's finger. "Is there another lesson you were hoping for?" John teased, inserting a second slippery finger inside the boy. Jimmy's body stiffened further, his smooth cock now leaking precum on Sean's tongue. "Yes, Dad. Will you teach us how to fuck?" Jimmy asked. Sean immediately let Jimmy's cock slip from between his lips, "Like sticking it the butt you mean?" "That's the idea, Sean. What do you think?" John asked. Sean eyes sparkled as he looked up at Jimmy, "Yes, please show us!" "Would you like Waya to fuck you?" He asked Sean. "Yes! What about you, though?" Sean asked with concern. "It's going to hurt a little at first," John warned. Sean hesitated momentarily, looking up at John before his eyes narrowed with resolve. "I know, but I want to anyways." "Waya?" John whispered as he pushes his fingers in as deep as they could slide into his son. "Are you ready for this lesson?" Jimmy licked his lips and grinned, "Yes, Dad. I'm ready." "Stay there for a moment," John ordered as he slid the shower door open to grab a bottle of baby oil that was sitting by the sink. He showed the boys the bottle. "You should always use lubrication when fucking. It will make for an easier, more pleasurable experience for the partner. It's important to start off slow until your partner is opened up and accustomed to your penis. Otherwise, you may hurt them. Now, get on your hands and knees, Waya." John aimed the shower head downward as he kneeled behind his son and coated his fingers with the viscous fluid. He slid his forefinger back inside his son, making his entrance slippery before adding a second finger. "After the first few times, you may not need to spend as much time doing this. Waya, I want you to just relax and push out a little bit. If it starts to hurt, just tell me." Jimmy turned around to look at him, trembling with anticipation as the tip of his father's cock pressed against his virgin sphincter. "OK, Dad. I'm ready." "Are you watching, Sean?" John asked, motioning to his cock. Sean, still wide-eyed with excitement, nodded his head. John used his thumbs to pull his son's ass cheeks far enough back to give Sean the perfect view of his purple cockhead spearing into Jimmy's hole. Jimmy wanted to impress his father and Sean, so he resisted complaining about discomfort. However, John felt his son's body immediately tense. "Relax, Waya. Push out a little like you have to go," John instructed, as another inch of his cock slid inside his son. Within a moment, Jimmy could feel his dad's pubic hair rubbing against his smooth buttocks. Any discomfort Jimmy experience yielded to moans of youthful lust. After pausing for a few seconds, John pulled a couple inches outward then slid back inside. He repeated these short strokes several times before increasing the length and force of each penetration. Sean began stroking his little cock as he watched John's cock plunge in and out of his friend's ass. John and his son seemed to moan in unison with each thrust. "Your ass is so hot and tight, Waya. Do you like being fucked?" John teased. Jimmy panted for a moment before turning back to look at his dad. "Oh, yes Dad!" After plowing his son for a moment, John ordered everyone to swap places. Sean got down on his hands and knees while Jimmy knelt behind his friend. After Jimmy had oiled up his fingers, he began massaging Sean's sphincter gently as he inserted one knuckle deep. "Just relax, Sean. Be sure to tell Waya to stop if what he's doing is hurting you." Sean looked up at John and nodded in anticipation. "Jimmy, take your time. If Sean needs you to stop, you stop. Do you understand?" John asked. "Yes, Dad. I understand," Jimmy replied as his slick, oil-covered boyhood glistened in the reddish light cast by the glow sticks. "You ready, Sean?" Jimmy asked, pushing the tip of his cock against the boy's quivering hole. "Yes, Waya. Please stick it in!" Sean exclaimed, his small body trembling with raw excitement. It had taken several moments before Jimmy was able to penetrate the nine-year-old. Sean asked him to stop several times and even asked Jimmy to pull out to put on more lubrication. However, with a little determination from Sean and patience from Jimmy, the boys coupling was rewarded by gentle moaning from both boys as Jimmy's four-inch cock slid in and out of Sean's hole. "Oh, God. Sean, it feels so good to be fucking you," Jimmy panted as the boy quickened his thrusting, his cock gripped by the velvety soft walls of Sean's interior. "I love being fucked, Waya! Don't stop!" Sean replied, his voice warbling slightly as Jimmy began rabbit fucking him. John couldn't help but masturbate his dripping cock as he watched the two, dripping-wet boys copulate, moan and grunt in pleasure as crimson-hued water droplets danced across their smooth flesh. "Do you know what cum is, Sean?" Sean thought for a few seconds, knowing that the older boys in school joked about "cumming" and had read about ejaculation. "It's the stuff that makes babies." "Do you want Waya to cum in your ass or your mouth?" John asked. This question bounced around in Sean's young brain, so lost in the sensation of Jimmy's smooth cock sliding in and out of his hole. He knew that he had gotten as the taste of it on his tongue while sucking Jimmy and John and decided he wanted more. Sean turned back to look at Jimmy, "Cum in my mouth, Waya!" The boy was already leaking precum into Sean's ass as he ground his hairless crotch against the boy's bubble butt. Jimmy managed to get enough control of himself pull out and stand in front of Sean while his dad slid in behind Sean and positioned his thick, purple cockhead against the Sean's deflowered hole. "You still want me to fuck you, Sean?" "Yes! Fuck me!" Sean demanded as Jimmy stood in front of his friend, his cock poised at the boy's lips. Once Jimmy's cock slipped between Sean's lips, John pushed the tip of his cock just inside the boy. He paused for a few seconds, before sliding all six inches into the boy's hole. Jimmy synchronized with his father, pushing Sean's head forward so that his lips was pressed against his hairless crotch. John struggled to exercise control, holding still for a moment for the youngster to adjust to his thickness before starting to fuck the blonde in long but gentle strokes to start. John could tell that his son must be close to ejaculating, as he began moaning loudly and arching his back. He figured Sean must be enjoying himself because he was moaning, grunting and slurping. He made no indication he was in any pain, so John began bucking into the boy harder. At this point, Jimmy was fucking the boy's mouth and it was impossible to distinguish the moans of the trio as it echoed off the shower walls. Jimmy had begun panting furiously, his cock leaking steadily in Sean's mouth. "Oh, Sean. I'm gonna cum in your mouth!" John snuck his right hand underneath Sean so he could jerk the boy off with his slippery fingers. The boy responded immediately by tightening his hole and moaning loudly. Sean seemed to be making an effort to push his ass into the man, as he looked up at Jimmy with his blue eyes. The youngster could feel both cocks swelling inside him, growing progressively hotter with every lick and thrust inside his smooth, pale body. Jimmy look up at his father, "I'm gonna cum, Dad." John quickened his pace, pulling out just enough to keep the head of his cock just inside Sean, before sinking his cock back inside to the hilt, moaning loudly. He began manipulating Sean's smooth, uncut cock more aggressively. He was sure that Sean was likewise nearing orgasm, as the youngster was whimpering, moaning and grunting nearly nonstop. John looked up at his son, "Do it, Waya!" Jimmy opened his mouth and closed his eyes, lost in the waves of pleasure that boiled over into jets of adolescent cum that spurted into Sean's mouth. John's own climax nearly coincided with Sean's. As the young blonde's body seized in a dry orgasm, John arched his back and gasped, "Oh, God, you're so good, Sean," as his cock erupted. The first few jets of hot cum were rammed deep inside the blonde, but he pulled out to coat the boy's bare buttocks with his remaining load. All three were gasping for breath as they slowly came down from their shared sexual highs. "Did you like it, Sean?" Waya asked his friend. "That was the best!" Sean exclaimed with a content sigh. John helped the still trembling boy to his feet, and took him and Jimmy into a tight embrace. Together, the three of them shared their joy and exchanged kisses. "I love you, Waya! And you too, John!" Sean said. Both John and Jimmy expressed their love for Sean and massaged his small body. "Now, Sean. We need to keep this lesson just between us guys. Do you understand?" John asked. Sean looked concern, "OK, but you're going to show us more, aren't you?" Waya flashed a quick grin, "Yeah, Dad. I bet there's lot more to learn and practice." John reached out and rubbed his son's head. "Are you both sure you want more lessons?" The pair smiled and nodded eagerly. Sean leaned down and started licking John's still hard cock for emphasis. John took a step back and held his cock, with Jimmy soon joining his friend cleaning his father's cock off with their tongues. "Well, the next lesson will be tomorrow afternoon after we run some errands. In the meantime, I want you to rinse off quick before the water gets ice cold. You can practice together tonight in Jimmy's bed, consider that your homework. Tomorrow, you can show me how much you've learned. Does that sound okay?" "Yes, Coach!" Sean said, throwing his arms around the man and squeezing. Jimmy likewise took Sean and his father into an embrace and the three held on to one another until the water cascading around them began quickly cooling. Sean was the first to exit the bathroom, clutching his clothes and heading for Jimmy's room. John knelt down to look his son in the eyes. "Some things are far more important than sex, Waya. Love, friendship, caring and trust. Every relationship needs these things to flourish." "I know, Dad. I just wanted..." his voice trailed off. John placed his finger on his son's lips and kissed him. "Sean needs our love and understanding right now. That's the most important thing, Waya." Jimmy smiled, "I think I'm in love with him, Dad." "He's crazy about you, Waya." "I think he really loves you, too. I guess we'll just have to share him," Jimmy said, flashing his dimples. John groped his son playfully and laughed. "You both made me the happiest man on Earth. For now, I need to prep the room for Sean's mom before I head to bed. But, do try to get some sleep tonight. We got a busy day tomorrow," John replied, giving his son a hug before bidding him goodnight. Later that evening, John collapsed on his bed. However, for the first time in years, he experienced a deep, uninterrupted sleep that was free of regret and loss. Knowing that he now had two boys that need and adore him unconditionally and comfortable with his identity.