Andrew's Trust

Chapter 19 - Andrew loses his cherry...

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Andrews Trust 19 - Andrew loses his cherry...

Andrew

I receive a report from Max, who's currently going through the Murphy house. He's discovered a handful of keepsakes that he intends to preserve. Moments later, my phone buzzes with a text from him, featuring a snapshot of that amusing trailer they converted into a makeshift McDonald's, along with a couple of other intriguing finds. Eric, with his knack for storytelling, would probably narrate this much more engagingly, and if you're curious, you can catch his perspective in "Transitions New Adventures."

While Max is away, my other sons are feeling his absence keenly. However, on a positive note, Josh and Ryder have grown incredibly close during this time. I'm not quite sure what's going on, but my naked, clean little Josh is now a dirty, mud-covered naked boy, along with his partner in crime, Ryder. Those two are devoting an excessive amount of time to the creek. Admittedly, it's not a particularly sizable creek, but it seems to offer them a world of enjoyment. They claim to be constructing a fort, although judging by the copious amounts of mud covering them, it appears they've been reveling in mud rather than fort-building. Nevertheless, as long as they're having a blast, I'm content.

I make certain they're aware of the need to rinse off in the pool house before entering the house or taking a dip in the pool. Consequently, I often overhear their lively chatter echoing from the pool house after their creek escapades. Subsequently, they usually take a quick dip in the pool before heading inside.

Then, Josh rushes up to me with excitement, exclaiming, "Dad, you were right, Ryder likes girls. He mentioned a girl from school and wants to show her our fort."

"That's interesting; are you comfortable with that, Josh?"

"Of course, why not? Maybe I'll like girls too. Can we invite her over for a playdate?"

I chuckle and ask, "Do you really think she'll be up for getting all muddy with you?"

With a mischievous grin, Josh responds, "Ryder thinks she will; besides, we can always shower after."

"Well, we may not have a naked play date. Her parents may not like that."

"But dad, she was here for the party and naked like most kids. Alejandro was talking to her most of the time."

"Well, we'll have to see." I hope that the issue is dropped, but why not let the kids be kids?

The day is passing quickly. Ethan returns from a trip to the store, and it's clear he's got something on his mind. He takes my hand and guides me outside without a word. We make our way around the side of the house, where he helps me onto the Polaris four-wheeler. I stay silent, uncertain whether I should inquire about what's happening.

We drive towards the back of our property, heading out to the thinking tree. The Polaris is packed with a picnic lunch and our gear. When we reach the old oak tree, Ethan unfurls a blanket, sets up the cooler, and lays out our meal. He's brought a couple of large cushions, perfect for moments like these, and we recline beneath the tree, savoring the breeze as we eat.

I finally decide to break the silence. "What's all this for?" I ask.

"Because I want you to know how much I love that little rent-boy who has wormed his way into my heart. I owe you my life, and I know I've put you through some stressful times." Ethan says this with such emotion that I can almost see tears in his eyes.

"I'm not an angel myself, dear. I seem to recall a number of times when I'm less than perfect."

"You see, that's the thing. You are in so many ways. Your fucking mother programmed you to feel worthless. Your daddy tried to make up for it until he snapped. I know life was utter hell for you, but you had to break loose. I don't want to think of where you would be if you hadn't run away, but I wouldn't have ever met you."

"But you did, and you didn't know at the time, but you were meant to be mine. Nobody, and I mean nobody, ever stood up for me before you did that night. You told the cop off; you stayed with me; you took me in."

"Speaking of taking you in, Timmy called me and said he misses us. He's doing great and is at the top of his class at Oxford. That full-ride scholarship was amazing. That was mostly due to your working with him, tutoring him, and encouraging him. I'm sure his charisma helped with some of that."

"We need to go visit him. I've wanted to go back to the UK ever since we took him over there for school."

"We will, my love, but for now, we need to enjoy the afternoon. No boys, it's just us, the breeze, and our blanket."

"Okay, mister fireman. This little rent-boy needs some resuscitation."

With that, Ethan tackles me, and we kiss and roll on the blanket. This takes me back to when we first met. How I miss being his little boy, but he is the best lover a guy could have. And now that we have our own boys, he's pretty accepting when they join in our fun or want us to play with them.

"I need you to get my fire hose out, boy," he commands. I comply, ripping his shorts down. "It's not long enough. What do I do?"

"Pull on it, or better yet, suck on it."

Of course, I pull and tug while he's quickly undressing me. He goes down on me, but I'm already hard since I have my man's cock poking at my throat. I can feel he's getting close, so I back off. He moves away, rolls on his back, and pulls me in for another kiss. When we break off the kiss, I feel his legs up on my shoulders; he reaches in, aligns my cock, and guides me into his willing hole. It takes me back to when I was his boy. I can feel him getting close to climax, and I unleash my ropes of cum inside him. He shoots about the same time, and it ends up between us. I fall forward, hug my man, and slobber him with kisses.

We lay there until it became a bit uncomfortable. I mean, I can lay with my man forever, but sticky stomachs aren't fun, and the afternoon breeze was picking up, bringing a crispness to the air. The sound of the breeze in the leaves is so calming and relaxing. As I'm laying there contemplating getting up, I remember something, so I get up, pull Ethan to his feet, and take him over to the tree. "Do you remember the day I showed you this?"

"Yes, I do. I thought my dad was going to be so upset with you, but he wasn't. In fact, he was happy for us. He realized that I hadn't been happy until you came into my life. In fact, you brought happiness into his life." Ethan traces his fingers over the heart that was cut into the bark of the tree and outlines the AO + ET. "I remember you making up for cutting into my dad's tree with some amazing sex."

I clear my throat. "Sex? Did you just call what we did that day sex?"

"Sorry, that was the most incredible lovemaking of my life. To this day, it was the best."

"Which time?"

"Very funny; I count it all as one."

"If you wish." I kiss him, and we begin cleaning up, dressing, and packing up the Polaris to head back to the house.

"I hope everything is going okay in Indiana with the Murphy's. I'm going to go pick up Max, Eric, and Robert tomorrow when they get back. Hopefully, they will have some good things to report." We drive back to the house and unpack, only to be mobbed by a bunch of hungry boys. Josh, Ryder, and Grayson are acting as if they don't know how to fend for themselves. The mess in the kitchen says otherwise, though, as remnants of their snacking activities abound. "We will make dinner once you boys clean up the evidence that shows you aren't starving. Remember, we don't want to get any ants or invite the squirrels into the house."

The boys chime in. "Dad's, we have an idea for dinner; we will make it, so go relax." The boys all quickly clean up the kitchen and keep looking over at us as if they have something sinister planned. The smirks on their faces are just intriguing. Suddenly, I see Grayson whisper to Josh, and he quickly heads off to the bathroom. I can hear the shower running.

Ryder and Grayson quickly get out all kinds of cheese, cold cuts, slices of tomatoes, lettuce, and bottles of condiments. Josh returns to the kitchen to help the boys lay out everything to fix us hoagie-style sandwiches. "We're ready, welcome to Subway!" they say in unison, holding back a bit of a laugh. Ethan and I line up on the other side of the island and order our sandwiches. Of course, the boys pretty much already knew what we liked, so it was a simple task. When we get through the "line" we are handed our plates and offered chips and fruit to go with our sandwich. A pitcher of fresh lemonade is also waiting for us to pour our drinks.

When we are done, the boys jump up and grab our plates. "Now, wait for us to get dessert ready," Grayson says.

We can see the kitchen, so I'm not quite sure what the surprise is, but why is Josh climbing up on the island and lying on his back?

The boys place a tub of ice cream by Josh's head and then peel bananas and lay them on his chest surrounding his nipples. Next, they squirt chocolate syrup on his belly, they then dump a jar of strawberry jam on his navel, and squirt a big pile of whipped cream all over his boyhood. On his thighs are carefully placed maraschino cherries lined up in a row. Josh is giggling the entire time, and I'm surprised the items aren't falling off.

"Dessert is served!" Grayson announces. "Nantaimori style!"

Where on earth did he hear about this? I need to check his browser history.

"Boys, you do know this is usually for sushi, right? Dessert is a little more complicated."

"We know, but we also know you don't like sushi, dad, so we had to figure something out." Grayson states with an impish grin.

Ethan and I assemble our banana splits from the items on our naked boy. Spooning up some chocolate, strawberry and whipped cream, we get to the cherries and I pass, but Ethan takes two.

"Dad, Uncle took your cherry!" Josh squeals.

"Yes, he did, I guess it's his turn now." The boys had no clue what I meant by that, but if you recall, Ethan was supposedly a virgin when met him.

As the toppings are scooped off of Josh, we decide he needs to be cleaned up. The boys made him a banana split, so we all took turns licking up an area. Ryder has been a bit shy about all of this, but it took him no time to lick all of the chocolate off of Josh's tummy. Ethan took the strawberry jam, that left Grayson and I to fight over the whipped cream, so we both started licking and met in the middle. Josh's spike is standing up proudly and enjoying our tongues lapping up the whipped cream. I'm also having fun playing tongue fights with Grayson until we get all of the cream and Josh seems satisfied. I grab Grayson's head pull him in for a kiss and lick off some stray whipped cream. "You missed a spot," is all I said.

He looks at me after our kiss and says, "So did you," and we kissed again, this time with Grayson cleaning my face.

I grab a washcloth from the sink and wipe down Josh before he runs into the great room to devour his tasty banana split treat.

Josh finishes his ice cream hops up to place his dishes in the dishwasher. He comes over to me and asks, "Dad, can I shower again?"

"Of course."

"I want to sleep with you and Uncle tonight."

"Sure, buddy, we would love that."

When it's time to go to bed, Josh follows us in, and as promised, he joins us in bed. Ethan and I decided we would prank the little horn dog, though, and we put him in the middle before we climbed in on either side. We both put our backs toward him, said "Goodnight" and acted like we were just going to sleep.

I hear the biggest sigh of exasperation come from my boy, and then a quiet, although somewhat hurtful, "Goodnight" is returned from him.

At that point, Ethan and I both rolled over to face Josh and began tickling the little bugger. He was laughing so hard he was starting to cry, so we stopped. He then jumps on top of me and holds my arms above my head. I'm not resisting, but acting as if I'm pinned. He's giggling and teasing me, so I lean my head up and lick his chest.

He's not sure what to do. If he lets go, surely I would be able to wrestle him, but if he doesn't move, Ethan is likely to do something, and he does.

Ethan straddles my legs, facing Josh's cute little butt. He leans in and licks Josh's rosebud and starts laughing, saying, "I think you missed some whipped cream," and he keeps licking.

"Nuh, uh, I cleaned up special for you."

"You did?" Ethan responds. He slides a spit-covered finger into the waiting boy's hole, and I watch Josh's face light up. He grimaces for a moment, then smiles and slides back, forcing more of Ethan's digit into his ass. I feel Ethan's hand around my cock. He's jacking me, and I'm leaking like crazy. I have my hot husband and hot son on top of me, and I'm pinned down. Ethan points my cock toward Josh's hole, pulls his finger out, and slides my cock in its place. Josh's face lights up like it's Christmas morning.

"Is that, you?" He says staring right at me.

"Yes, it is, buddy."

"Wow, this feels so good. Make love to me, dad, fill me up with your cum." He starts bouncing up and down on my cock while Ethan plays with my nuts. This is not going to last long. Ethan leans around and starts kissing Josh. The sight is just amazing. The love between those two is evident. I know he hangs tight to me, but Ethan is his hero too. We both think the world of that amazing man.

Shit, I've passed the point of no return. I'm now convulsing and volleying loads of cum into my boy. He's not sure what's going on at first. He feels my cock expanding, and then he feels the warm juices dripping from his hole.

He bounces for a bit more, then pulls off and begs Ethan to take my place. Ethan flips him over, so his back is on my stomach. I can now kiss the sides of my little angel's face as Ethan lifts his legs to replace my cock in Josh's gaping hole. It doesn't take him long, and he adds his load to mine.

We all lay there in a pile for a bit before we get up, go into the shower, and clean up. I'm sure we will all sleep well tonight. I hope Ryder didn't peek in the door when this was going on. Although, after his first night here, I'm not sure it would phase him a bit.

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