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I started writing this story, never intending it to grow into what it has become. It seems to have taken on a life of its own. I hope you enjoy.
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We had the boys start lining up to get their lunch and by the time they were organized, Joey, Alex and Brent decided to rejoin the party. All three had ear-to-ear shit-eating grins on their faces. Just as they joined the back of the queue, Justine popped her head out of the kitchen and said they were ready for us. As they moved through the line, getting their plates filled with their selections by two of the servers, a couple other servers were taking drink requests, filling cups and taking them to the table in the dining room. We had to split the group up so some ate at the dining room table and the others ate in the living room with Tom and me. There was still a fair number of hot dogs and hamburgers left when everyone had been through the line, so if anyone wanted seconds, it wouldn't be a problem.
Tom and I sat on each side of the fireplace and let the boys have the chairs, couch and love seat. It was a tight fit, but we managed. My choice of hardwood floors was looking like it was a good idea as things got dropped on the floor. I didn't even want to think about the hassle involved in cleaning carpets. Most of the conversation between the boys was basic chatter about school and their teachers, what TV shows they liked and why, and what video games they liked. It wasn't until most of us were done eating and the boys from the dining room had rejoined us when the conversation took an abrupt left turn.
"Hey, Alex, I wanted to ask if you guys liked living here better than at the Mueller's," Jesse asked.
Damn it, there I go again with that fucking twitch.
"You bet. Those two are the worst excuses for human beings you'll ever meet. At least Joey and I can really be ourselves, now."
"What do you mean?" Kenny asked.
"We're gay, ya' dingdong," Joey answered. That admission drew lots of surprised looks from the other boys. "I'm amazed the whole school don't know `bout us by now. Especially after the workshop the other day."
"And as long as we lived with them, we had to keep bein' gay hidden or who knows what they woulda done to us," Alex continued. I gave the twins a quick shake of my head to stop them from following that road any further. Fortunately, then next question accomplished that task all by itself.
"Wait, you two think you like guys instead of girls?"
"We don't think it, Aaron, we know it," Joey answered.
"Known it for a couple years. That's why our dads are being allowed to adopt us."
"Wow! I never woulda guessed that," Jason said.
"Hope you guys will still be friends with us," Alex lamented.
"Why wouldn't we?" the other Jesse asked. "You're still a just a couple of goofballs like us."
"Yeah, but you saw how Logan's dad reacted when he found out our dads are gay. You might be cool with it, but your `rents might not like you hangin' out with us, afraid we'll make you gay, too, or something stupid like that."
"Hey, that's just how my dad is," Logan countered. "And I don't give a crap what he thinks. You guys could be Martians and I'd still want to be your friend. Hell, you could be gay Martians and I still wouldn't give a rat's ass." A resounding fit of laughter filled the living room.
"What are you talking about with the workshop? We weren't in school that day," Mason commented.
"Maybe you weren't, but we were. So was our brother T.J. and our dads."
"What was that all about anyway?" Grayson asked. "They always have those things but we never hear what they do."
"This one was about letting teachers know about kids our age and older killing themselves because they can't accept bein' gay or bein' bullied because they are and what they can do to help them."
"We also told them that kids our age can know they're gay, even if most adults don't believe we can. Our aunt and mama and papa were there, too."
"Why were you there, Mr. Sanders?" Zach asked.
"To support T.J., Alex and Joey. I also talked about my own struggle with depression, the problems I had with my parents when I came out to them and about how close I came to killing myself."
"Wow, you really almost did it?"
"I did. Fortunately, I've pulled myself out of that hole and don't think it about anymore."
"How do you know if you're gay?" Brent asked quietly.
Alex answered, "When you think about boys more than girls."
"'Specially when you're playin' with yourself," Joey added.
"What are you talkin' `bout?" Teddy asked.
"Oh, c'mon, dude, don't try to tell me you don't play with your dick," Joey snorted.
"Man, I can't talk about this. Not with them here," Jeff said while pointing to Tom and me.
"Hey, we can talk to our dads about everything. And if you think you might be gay, who better to talk to than a gay person? Right, Pops?"
"I guess so," Tom answered. "I mean, we've already been through it all, so we can answer your questions honestly and we'll usually have a better understanding of what you're going through. And we're not going to try to convince you you're not gay or don't want to be."
"Besides," Alex began, "bein' gay isn't a choice, it's just who you are."
"Why don't you tell them about the group you and your brother are going to start at the school?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah," Alex enthused. "We're going to work with Mr. Thomas and Mr. Furman to set up a support group for gay students. We're gonna have information on suicide prevention and other support groups in the area for kids like us."
"We know we can't be the only gay kids in this school, but we're gonna do what we can to help any others who are," Joey added.
"Why is Mr. Thomas going to help you with it?" Randy asked.
"You'll have to ask him that question," Alex answered.
"Sounds like he might be gay, too," Jake mused.
"Can I help you with it? The group, that is?" Brent asked.
"You bet, we're gonna need all the help we can get."
"Well, yeah, but you might help me out, too." Joey and Alex looked at each other for a moment and then nodded. I knew they'd just had one of their private chats and agreed to whatever it was. T.J., who was sitting on the floor between Tom and me, let loose a little snicker of amusement. I was pretty sure he just seen something he shouldn't have. I tapped his behind with my foot and when he looked up at me, I gave him a little shake of my head. He nodded in understanding, mouthed `sorry, Dad', then turned back to the others.
By the time the conversation wound down, the twins had five or six more volunteers to help work with the support group. I was impressed with the positive attitudes of the whole group and their understanding of the issues involved. The fact that none of them immediately shunned our boys was a pleasant surprise. That, and their willingness to get involved made me wonder what happens to people as they mature to ruin the positive outlooks and `live and let live' ideals kids this age had. But then I flashed to people like the Muellers and Charlie and was rudely reminded of what it was. T.J. elbowed me in the shin and when I looked down, he shook his head and mouthed, `Stop that'. Now it was my turn to nod solemnly and I echoed, `sorry, T.J.' back to him.
"Who's ready for cake and ice cream?" Tom asked. Thirty hands reached for the ceiling as some of the boys felt one hand wasn't enough to get their message across. "Then let's head back to the dining room." The boys ran the few feet to get there as quickly as they could while Tom and I were a bit more sedate in joining them. The caterers had pulled the cake out of the pantry, put eighteen candles on it in two groups of nine, just as we had on Thursday, and placed the cake at the end of the table. Alex and Joey took their places and once Justine lit the candles, we were treated to really loud and horrible rendition of `Happy Birthday'. The twins closed their eyes in deep thought for a moment before opening them again to blow out the candles. Once the candles were extinguished, Justine took the cake back to the kitchen so she and her crew could cut and serve the cake with ice cream.
I followed her into the kitchen and told her, "We have one guest who is diabetic, Justine. His mom said he could have some cake and ice cream, but small servings."
"Well, you're going to have a very happy guest then, Mr. Sanders, as I planned ahead. You can't have this many kids at a party and not have at least one who has special dietary needs."
"What do you mean?"
"I brought a sugarless cake and ice cream with us today. I like to be prepared for anything."
"Well, you're going to make one lad quite happy, then. Thanks for thinking ahead."
"That's what you pay us for, isn't it?" she chuckled. "You just let me know who gets it, okay?"
"It sure is." I looked into the dining room really quick to locate the correct Jesse, then turned back to Justine. "He's sitting next to Joey at the right end of the table. He's the boy with the really brown skin and straight black hair."
"Got it, now you get back to the party and let us do our jobs, please."
I knew when I wasn't needed. I returned to the dining room and was soon followed by servers bringing dessert. Jesse started to complain that his piece of cake and ice cream was too much, but once Justine told him it was special just for him, he dug right in. The rest of the boys wasted no time in tucking into their desserts, either. Of course, Tom and I didn't either. It was crowded around the table with 2 boys per chair, but I didn't want to risk messes happening anywhere else in the house. As the plates were emptied, one of Justine's crew was on hand to whisk them out of the way. By the time Tom and I had finished ours, all the plates, cups and silver from the meal and dessert were loaded in the dishwasher. Justine and her crew had left nothing for Tom and me to deal with as far as clean up and that was just fine with me.
"Justine, we want to thank you for coming out today and taking care of all of this for us. This is our boys' first birthday with us and we didn't want to miss a minute of it."
"No problem, you two. We're always happy to help, that's what we're here for. I'm glad I thought to bring sugarless dessert for Jesse. It looked like it just made his day."
"I have no doubt that it did," Tom replied. He looked at me added, "Do you think he should check himself before we start the movie?"
"Probably a good idea, Tom. Why don't you take him the sack his mom left?"
"Your wish is my command," he answered, then grabbed Jesse's supplies and headed back to the dining room.
"So, Justine, how much do we owe you for your service today?" After hearing the total, I said, "You do take cash, don't you?"
"We love cash, Mr. Sanders," she answered with a wide smile.
"Be right back." While I was gone, she had her crew start loading up their vehicles with the equipment they'd brought with them. When I returned, I handed her the payment she'd requested plus, of course, a generous tip for her and her crew. "Our next birthday party will be in about five weeks. Why don't you put us down on your schedule now for the Saturday after the twenty-third?"
"Let me do that right now." She pulled her phone from her pocket, opened her calendar and created a new event for the day. "That looks like it'll be the 26th, then. Done. About a week before, give me a call and let me know how many we'll be feeding and I'll have everything ready. You want to stick with the same menu as we had today?"
"Probably, but I'll check with T.J. and see if he wants something different. I'll give you that answer when I call about how many. Also, when I call to invite his guests, I'll make a point to ask if anybody has allergies or other conditions we need to plan for."
"Good thinking, Max. It sure makes life easier to know those things well in advance. I'll look forward to your call in about a month, then. Hope all the boys enjoy the rest of the party."
"The movie's up next, so I'm sure they will. Thanks for everything today and please tell all your people I said thanks. Hope you all enjoy the rest of the weekend." I led the way to the door and after we said goodbye to each other, closed the door and returned the dining room. What I found happening there was nothing short of amazing. Jesse was giving everyone a little lecture and demonstration on how people deal with diabetes. I stood behind him engrossed as he explained how the tester worked and what he had to do if his blood sugar reading was too high. Once he did the actual test on himself, he grinned and pronounced himself in good shape.
I patted him on the shoulder and when he turned and saw me, he said, "Thanks for having the sugarless cake and ice cream for me, Mr. Sanders. That was great."
"I wish I could take credit for that idea, Jesse, but it was Justine who deserves the thanks. I'll make sure I pass it along to her."
"Have you picked out the movie you want to watch," Tom asked.
"Yeah," Alex answered, "We wanna watch the first `Star Trek: The Next Generation' again. None of these guys have seen it and after we told `em about it, they want to. Is that okay?"
"It's your party, boys, if that's what you want, that's what you get," I answered. "You all go get settled in and I'll be there in a minute to start it. You'll have to share chairs or sit on the floor." The floors rumbled again as the herd departed for the theater. I gave them a minute to get comfortable before following along to start the show. As I entered the theater, the boys got real quiet in anticipation. I popped the disc in the player and handed the remote to Alex so he could start the second episode. As I leaned over the back of my usual chair to do so, I found Alex and Joey sharing the chair with Brent sandwiched between them. All three had somehow lost their shorts on the way into the theater. I shook my head and turned to leave the room and rejoin Tom in the Living room. As I passed through the door, I noticed a whole pile of shorts on the floor.
As I sat in my favorite chair by the fireplace, Tom looked up from his book and asked, "Get `em all set up, Boss?"
I nodded dumbly and replied, "Yes. And judging by the pile of shorts by the door, they're all naked again. I swear, give those boys inch and they're gonna take at least a mile and maybe more."
Tom laughed and countered with, "There you go again, being surprised about something you should expect."
"Yeah, I know, crazy, right?" I leaned forward, resting my forearms on my legs and added, "Listen, I need to tell you something."
"Uh-oh, that sounds serious."
"It is. I screwed up big-time." I took a deep breath and told him about what happened when I checked on Alex, Joey and Brent in the shower.
"Aw-w-w, Max, what the hell were you thinking?"
"I don't know, Tom. I don't understand what happened exactly. It wasn't like the other night with Joey and Alex. As soon as Joey and Alex pulled my shorts down, it felt like I was back in that basement with Frank and Iris, just doing what I was told. One moment, I'm handing them towels, the next, I'm hanging out of my shorts and on my knees."
"Did your viewpoint change like it did with them?"
"Not really, no. I was still seeing everything with my own eyes, but it was like my brain was disconnected from being able to control the rest of me and I was kinda on auto-pilot. It was weirder than hell. I was so spaced out that I started to leave with my shorts still tucked under my balls. Alex called me back, put me away and rearranged everything. And I just stood there like a fuckin' zombie and let it happen. What the hell is wrong with me?"
"I don't know, babe, but I'd guess it's related to what they did to you years ago. Normally, I'd say you need to talk to that head doctor about it, but if you do, you'll really be in deep shit."
"No shit, Sherlock. So, what do we do, now?"
"I don't know, man. We have to think about this. It'll take some time, but we'll figure it all out."
"I hope so, but in the meantime, watch me, will ya'? It's risky enough to do that stuff with Joey and Alex, but to get another kid involved with it? I don't think I can be trusted."
"Don't worry, babe, we'll all watch out for ya'. Are you still thinking about talking to T.J. later?"
"I think I have to, don't you? I need to make sure he's okay and all that junk he picked up isn't going to cause him any major problems."
"You think we should include the others in that conversation? I know we wanted to keep Mike and Andy out of all that, but with the other three knowing about it, it's gonna slip out somewhere along the line. Besides, if they all know what's going on, we'll all be in a better position to help."
"As much as I hate to admit it, you're probably right. And I think they should all know about T.J.'s gift and just how far he can go with it. It'll be damn hard for anyone to keep any kind of secrets around here with his abilities."
"Ain't' that the truth? We'll have to be very careful about what we think."
After that comment, we settled back into our chairs to read while the boys watched their show. After about thirty minutes, the whole naked herd came out of the theater in search of bathrooms. Tom and I noticed the leaders of the herd, Alex, Joey, and Brent were sporting erections as they led the way to their bedrooms. Not that they were the only ones, just the most prominent, and seemingly proud of the fact. They passed us by without a word and soon we could hear toilets in all four bathrooms at that end of the house flushing as the boys took their turns relieving themselves. The leaders, of course, were the first to return to the living room.
"You three seem to be enjoying the show," I commented.
"We are," Joey grinned. "The first one just ended and everybody had to piss before we start the second."
"Well, I hope you're not distracting the others from enjoying it."
"Nope, we're being good," Alex added. "Just lettin' our hands wander a little bit."
"You okay with that, Brent?" Tom asked.
Brent blushed but answered, "Yeah, it's cool. It feels different when it's somebody else's hand. Better."
"As long as you're okay with it. That's our rule."
"Well, after the bathroom, a hand in my crotch is nothing," Brent retorted.
Now it was my turn to blush. "No, I guess not." I was about to add something else, but more boys started drifting in to join us, so I held onto my thoughts. When the whole crew had come back from the bathroom, I asked, "Are you guys enjoying the show?"
"Yeah," Randy answered, "it's great. We'll have to come back again so we can watch more."
"I'm glad to hear it. You're all welcome here anytime. You better go get the second half started. Your parents will be coming in about an hour to start picking you up." They turned as one and headed for the theater to continue their show. All but Joey. When the others had disappeared, I asked, "What's up, son?"
"I wanted to tell you we're really sorry about what happened with Brent. We shouldn't have put you on the spot like that. But we saw you staring at him when we got out of the pool and we thought, well, we thought you'd enjoy it. But seeing how you reacted, we know we were wrong. What happened to you, anyway?"
"Thanks, Joey, I'm appreciate that and I'm glad you understand that it shouldn't have happened. And I'm not sure what happened."
"Well, we're really sorry, Dad. We were wondering, though, would it be okay if Brent spent the night with us?"
"Not tonight, Joey. After your guests are gone, we need to talk to you all about a few things. Another night, though, okay? Besides, didn't you and Alex have something special planned?"
"Well, yeah, but we were thinking Brent would like to join us. But that's okay, we can wait."
"Thanks, now go watch your show." Joey disappeared through the dining room as Tom and I resumed reading. Forty-five minutes later, the naked herd started to filter out of the theater as the second show had ended. "You guys better head on down and get dressed. Your parents will be along shortly to start picking you up and I don't think you'd like them to find you all nude." I knew I didn't want them found that way. "Go on, now, move it."
As they rumbled on down the hall to get redressed, Tom said, "I better grab their things from the dryer and make sure everybody gets what's theirs." Tom disappeared to take care of that while Joey, Brent and Alex sat on the couch across from me.
"What's up, boys?"
"Mr. Sanders, I wanted to apologize for what happened this afternoon," Brent said. "It was all my idea and I kept pushing for them to help me see you guys naked."
"Thanks, Brent, I appreciate that. But Joey and Alex know better."
"Don't be mad at them, please. It's all my fault. If you wanna be pissed at someone, it should be me."
"I'm not that upset, Brent, just surprised and a bit confused."
"Whew, thank god. If my mom knew what I did, she'd freakin' kill me, but I ain't sayin' nothin'." The three of them stood and started to head to the bedroom to get dressed, but Brent stepped over to give me a hug. As he did, he whispered in my ear, "I was dead serious about returning the favor." With that, he turned and followed the twins down the hall. I was stunned at Brent's parting shot. Stunned, but also excited at the prospect.
Shortly after all the boys were properly dressed and had all their shorts and swimsuits back in their possession, the parents started arriving to retrieve their wayward charges. After about fifteen minutes of goodbyes, thank yous, hugs and questions from parents as to their son's behavior, the herd had been reduced to the seven who actually lived here along with Jesse and José, though that was expected as Karla had called to let us know they were running a bit late. Derek had come back to return Logan to his home. Despite Joe's offer to take him home with the other three boy's he'd brought, we preferred having Derek deal with that situation.
As we sat in the living room waiting their arrival, Jesse commented, "Mr. Sanders, José and me really want to say thanks for having us out today."
"Well, I'm glad Joey and Alex told us about you so we could. I hope you guys had fun."
"We, did," José enthused, "especially the swimmin'," he added with a giggle. "We never swum naked before."
"We do it all the time," Alex informed them.
"We hope we can come back out and do it again," Jesse replied. "Now that we know where you guys are, we hope we can still be friends."
"For sure, dude" Joey answered. "We want that, too."
"So, what happened with the Muellers?" Jesse asked.
"Nothin', really, we just got lucky our dad talked to the people who had us livin' there," Joey answered.
"Yeah, once we met him the first time, we were pretty sure we'd be movin', but didn't say nothin' to nobody `cause we didn't wanna jinx it," Alex added.
"Then we came out for a weekend visit," Joey started, "and everything happened really fast and we never went back there."
"Well, you got a sweet deal here. This is a great house with the pool and all. I wouldn't mind livin' here myself."
"Whoa, hold on there, Jesse," I laughed. "You guys are welcome to visit anytime, but I don't think we're quite ready for you to move in. Besides, your mom and dad might have something to say about that."
"Ha, I bet they would," José laughed. "But, it'd still be fun." DING!
"I'd imagine that's your mom and dad, now, guys. You got everything? Jesse, do you have your tester and supplies?"
"Sure do, Mr. Sanders."
"Good, I'd hate for you to forget it. If you and José become regular visitors, which we hope you will, we'll get one and have it here all the time for you. That way you won't have carry it back and forth."
"Wow, thanks, that'd be cool. I hate havin' to take that thing every time I go somewhere." Joey had gone to the door and let Karla and Rick in, then led them into the living room to join the rest of us.
"Well, the house is still in one piece," Karla laughed. "Guess the party was successful."
"It was," Tom answered. "All the boys had a great time and Jesse and José were perfect gentlemen."
Karla looked at her boys and asked, "Okay, who are you two and what have you done with my boys?"
"No, really, mom, we were good," José complained.
"We know you were, boys, we're just kiddin' ya'," Rick replied as he ruffled José's hair.
"Jesse, you okay? Did you check yourself?" Karla asked.
"I'm fine, Ma. I not only tested, but I showed all the guys what I have to do. They thought it was cool, but then, they don't have to do it every day like I do. And everything was great `cause the lady who did the food today brought a sugarless cake and ice cream."
"Well, that was awful nice of you, Max."
"I wish I could take the credit for it, but that was all Justine."
"Well, you guys ready to go?" Rick asked. "We have to get home and get supper." Jesse and José jumped up to join their parents and the rest of us did the same, following their lead towards the front door.
"Hey, Dad, can we come back sometime," José asked.
"I don't see why not. Alex and Joey are welcome at our house anytime, too."
"Maybe they'd like to say hi to Frank and Iris some time," Karla commented.
"No chance of that happenin'," Joey scoffed.
"Maybe when hell freezes over," Alex added acidly.
"Excuse me?" Rick asked. "You guys lived with them for a long time. You don't want to let them know how you're doing in your new home?"
"If we ever see them again, it'll be too soon," Joey said.
"Especially after what they did to our dad," Alex added.
"What are you talking about, boys?" Karla asked.
"It's a long story, Karla," I commented. "And right now isn't the time," I added, waving a hand at the gaggle of boys surrounding us.
Karla and Rick nodded in understanding and Rick said, "Well, let's get a move on boys. Supper's not going to fix it self." As Jesse and José ran to the car, he turned to us and added, "Thanks again for inviting the boys out to the party. It really meant a lot to them. And, Joey, Alex, it was great to see you two again. We miss you guys in the neighborhood but it looks like you've found a great family here."
"We were happy to do it and we hope they can come out again," Tom replied. With handshakes from Tom and me and hugs from the boys, Rick and Karla joined their sons in the car and headed for home. After closing the door, Tom asked, "Anybody but me hungry again? I could sure use another burger, right after I get out of these freakin' clothes." Everybody raised their hands in agreement, so we headed to our rooms to get comfortable, then rejoined in the kitchen to pull out the leftovers and have a bite for supper.
"What do you suppose that was all about?" Rick asked as they pulled away.
"Not a clue, honey," Karla answered. "Jesse, José, do you know?"
"A little bit," Jesse answered, "but we're not s'posed to talk about it."
"Who said you're not supposed to talk about it?" Karla asked.
"Joey and Alex, both."
"Well, you can tell us. We know how to keep a secret, you know."
"I guess so. Like I said, we don't know much, but it sounds like Mr. and Mrs. Mueller did some really bad things to Mr. Sanders when he was a kid. They said the cops were gonna be investigatin' and everything."
"Now, that just doesn't sound right, Jesse. The Muellers seem like such nice people, I can't imagine them doing anything to hurt anyone."
"All we know is Joey and Alex said they're really bad people and to stay away from them," José commented.
"And we're going to," Jesse added.
Karla looked at Rick who just shrugged his shoulders and said, "I guess we need to talk to Max to find out what's going on."
As we sat in the dining room to have our snupper (kind of a snack/supper), I said, "Boys, we need to talk about a few things."
"Oh, boy, here it comes, Alex," Joey moaned.
"Yeah, we're probably in deep poo after this afternoon," Alex agreed.
"Nobody's in trouble, so don't worry about that." The twins exchanged shocked looks at their good fortune. "First, while we hope you all had fun today, we didn't appreciate the time in the pool becoming a nudist event. But, that's just as much our fault as yours since we didn't do a better job at enforcing the rules. We don't care if you want to have nude swims, obviously, but if that's your plan, we need to know it before so we can let your friends' parents know it might happen. I rather be upfront about it than try to be sneaky and have it come back and bite us in the butt later. Understood?" I received nods of agreement from all five boys.
"Good, the second topic for tonight has to do with T.J."
"What about me?" he asked.
"You boys already know how Joey and Alex can communicate without actually saying the words out loud, but did you know that T.J. can do it, too, and more than that, T.J can see into your minds." A resounding `what' echoed through the house while T.J. hung his head. "T.J., don't be like that. You have a gift and we don't expect you to hide it. You just need to learn to control it better." I looked back to the others and continued, "Joey, you know how you picked up an image from my mind the other night when we were talking?"
"Yeah, that was sick."
"Well, T.J. told me this morning he saw not only that from me, but he saw a lot more, too. He also told me that he worked his way around the blocks you and Alex had put up to keep him from seeing it from you."
"What!" Alex exclaimed. "You can't do that! Those are private."
"I know," T.J. responded, "and I'm sorry. Like I told Dad this morning, I didn't know I could do anything like this until I met you two. I'm trying to learn how to stop it from happening, but sometimes, I just can't. It happens more when you're feeling really strongly about something. And there's been a lot of that around here the last couple of days."
"What are you talkin' about, T.J.?" Mike asked.
"You have to ask dad that question."
"What's he talkin' about, Dad?"
"That's the third thing. Alex, Joey and T.J. already know some of this and I'm not going into any detail with you and Andy, but since they know what's happened, we've decided you should, too." Mike and Andy gave me their full attention. After a moment's pause to catch my breath, I continued, "A long time ago, when I was just a kid a few years older than the twins, the Muellers hurt me, really badly."
"What!?" Andy squealed.
"Why didn't you say something about that before now?" Mike asked.
"Because I didn't really remember any of it until just the other day. I'd blocked it out of my conscious thoughts because what they did was so ugly. Alex, Joey and T.J. know some of what happened to me because of what they can do. I just wanted you to hear about it from me."
"Well, what's gonna happen to them? They gonna go to jail or somethin'?" Mike asked.
"I don't know yet, Mike. The police will investigate them and if they find what I think they will, I'm sure they'll be going to prison for a long time. As least, I hope that's what happens."
"Is that why you been actin' a little weird the last couple days?" Andy asked.
"Unfortunately, yes. And I may be weird for a while to come, but I'll get better. It's going to take me some time, though. All I ask is from you guys, despite my rule that you can ask any question, this subject will be off limits for a while."
"Why?" Andy asked.
"Well, it's hard to deal with all that happened after so much time. I've already told Tom about it and Monday, I have to talk to Dylan about it, too. Dr. Kirkland is going to find me a special doctor to help me deal with the fallout and I'll have to talk to him or her about it, too. And all that's way more talkin' than I want to do, but I need to. I also think you're all a bit too young to know, but in time, you will. You just have to be patient with me, okay?"
"Yeah, Dad, okay," Mike answered.
"Thank you. T.J., I need to know you're okay. Since you've seen a lot more than Joey and Alex, I'm worried about how you're dealing with it."
"I'm okay, Dad. It's just sucks knowing there are people who would do that kind of thing to a kid. I mean, I guess I already knew it could happen, I just never knew anybody who actually went through it."
"Well, it's gonna be hard to keep anything from you, I know, but I ask that whatever you might see, you keep it to yourself. If you want to talk about it, come to Tom or me and we'll help you try to understand what you've seen. Deal?"
"Deal. Thanks, Dad."
"Okay, who wants to watch a movie?"
"Can we play Uno, dads? All of us?" Mike asked.
I looked to Tom and he answered for both of us, "Sure, why not? Let's get all this cleaned up, we'll light a fire and play at the coffee table in the living room. Sound all right to you guys?"
"Yeah!" yelled Mike. "Let's go!" The boys jumped up to take care of cleaning the table while Tom and I cleaned up the minor mess we'd created in the kitchen. With the cleanup completed and the dishwasher running, Mike retrieved the Uno cards from his bedroom while Tom got a fire going. With Joey and Alex's help, we moved the chairs and couch closer to the coffee table so nobody had to sit on the floor. Once we all settled in and got comfortable, we spent the next hour enjoying a rousing but relaxing game of cards. It was close race between Alex and T.J., but in the end, T.J. won the game.
At the end of the game, we worked together to get the furniture all back into its proper spot and once that was done, I suggested the boys get ready for bed. I was beat from the long day and the party and I was pretty sure they were, too. When no one argued about not being tired, I knew I was right. Mike, T.J. and Andy headed to their room while Tom and I followed the twins to theirs. Knowing these two had special plans tonight, I wanted to be in and out of their room as quickly as possible.
After going to the bathroom one more time, we gave them their hugs and kisses goodnight and they climbed in bed, immediately wrapping their arms around the other and kissing each other quite passionately. They made no attempt to hide their tongues darting into each other's mouth or the mad grinding of their crotches together. I quietly reminded them to be careful and after a wave from Alex, Tom and I took the not-so-subtle hint and quietly retreated from the room, pulling the door closed behind us.
"Think they're in a bit of a hurry?" Tom chuckled.
"Gee, could be," I deadpanned. "To be honest, I was tempted to stay and watch, but I think their first time should be just two of them." We continued to the trio's room where we traded hugs, goodnights and love yous with all three. With all the boys in bed, Tom and I headed to our room and proceeded to become engaged with our own bodies
"Damn, Joey, I love it when you suck my balls. I'm gonna hate the day they're too big for you to get both in your mouth at the same time." With a mouthful of his brother's delicate nuggets, all Joey could do was moan in agreement. The little nod he gave tenderly pulled on those nuggets, enhancing the pleasure Alex was feeling. Alex was lying flat on his back, legs spread wide to give Joey the access he needed. "C'mon, dude, quit fuckin' teasin' me. Lick my hole and get on with it. I want your dick in my ass."
Joey wasted no time, pushing his brother's legs up in the air and lifting his smooth ass up to expose the pink rosebud that was his next target. He tenderly licked around the orifice, unsure what to expect. He soon decided that licking his brother's virgin hole wasn't so bad, tasting just a bit of light boy musk as he did. Joey soon directed all his efforts to giving Alex his first ever anal tongue bath. At the same time he was preparing the target for impending invasion, he was lightly stroking Alex's throbbing three-inch pecker. Alex was writhing in pleasure as Joey assaulted his ass. He couldn't believe getting your asshole licked could feel so good. He just hoped when it was his turn to return the favor, Joey would experience the same feelings.
After several minutes of stimulating and moistening Alex's tight hole, Joey couldn't wait any longer. He wanted to feel his cock buried in his brother's ass. Joey pulled his face from between Alex's smooth globes and waddled on his knees to place the tip of his own pecker at the rear entrance to his brother's body.
"You ready, bro?" Joey whispered.
"Just fuckin' do it already," Alex moaned wantonly.
"Okay, here goes." Joey shifted his hips forward, expecting his dick to slip smoothly inside his brother. Instead, it slid wildly off the mark and stabbed Alex in the balls. "Damn it."
"Ya' gotta hold it in place, dude, guide it, okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, I got it. I ain't never done this before, ya' know." Joey repositioned himself, tip of his dick lined up with Alex's hole, again. While holding his dick in position this time, he slowly pressed forward. Again, his aim was off and his dick skipped off its intended target and slid down Alex's crack towards the bed. "C'mon, man, loosen up a bit or I ain't never gonna get it in you."
"How the fuck am I s'posed to do that?"
"I don't know, man, you're the one who read about guys fuckin' each other. I'm just doin' what you told me to do."
"Well, let's swap places and see if I can do it to you."
"Sounds good to me," Joey quickly agreed. The twins rapidly changed positions until Joey was lying on his back, knees lifted to his shoulders, virgin ass exposed for Alex. Alex dove right in, first sucking on Joey's dick and balls for a bit before moving further down and orally assaulting his sphincter while continuing to stimulate his wet pecker with a hand. As Joey had discovered, licking and slurping at his brother's ass didn't disgust Alex at all, and if anything, it got him even more excited. After a few minutes of Alex's oral stimulation, he was ready to impale his brother and Joey was panting in anticipation. Alex crawled slowly up to his brother's ass, guiding the head of his dick to the target glistening with his own spit.
When he made contact with the tight pucker, Joey gasped loudly, relishing what was to happen next. Alex slowly pushed forward, willing his dick into Joey's ass, but he had no more luck at penetrating than Joey had as his hard dick bent in half, causing himself some pain.
"Oh, fuck, that hurt like hell. What the fuck is going on, dude? Why the hell can't we do this?"
"I don't know, Alex, but I'm getting really pissed off. I want your dick in me so bad..."
"Yeah, me too. Think we should go ask the dads what we're doing wrong?"
"What the hell are you thinking!? We can't go askin' them about how to fuck each other? Can we?"
"Why not? They said if we ever had any question, we could ask it. Besides, they already know what we were gonna do tonight."
"Well, yeah, I guess they do, don't they?"
"So, what are we waitin' for? C'mon, let's go. I want you to fuck me tonight if it kills us." The two climbed out of bed and, with their erections leading the way, quietly left their room in search of their dads.
After working each other over for the last half-hour, Tom was begging me to fuck him. I was all too willing to oblige his demand. He assumed the position and I was just lining my cock up to make the plunge when there was a light knock at the door. Holy fuck, talk about bad timing. Before we could move, the door cracked open and Joey and Alex stuck their heads through the opening.
"Oops, sorry, Dads, but we got a problem and need some help," Alex begged.
I rolled off my lover and quickly pulled the sheet up to provide minimal cover, though I'm not sure why, after what they'd already seen. "Does it have to be right now," I asked, exasperation evident in my voice.
"Well, I guess not, but since what you were about to do with Pops is what our problem is, this is as good as time as any, isn't it?" Joey commented, just as bold as brass.
"Oh, hell, why not? Get in here and tell us what your problem is," I acquiesced while Tom moaned in disappointment and sat up. They pushed the door wide open and walked into the room, hard peckers bouncing lightly with every step. After they climbed up on the bed, they sat in front of us and crossed their legs, making no effort to cover themselves. "Okay, shoot, what seems to be the problem?" I asked.
"You told us if we wanted to know about anything, we're supposed to ask, right?" Joey queried cautiously.
"Yes."
"Well, it's kinda weird to ask your dads about something like this, but we want a real answer and not some stupid bullshit," Alex said.
"If you never get your question out, we can't give you any kind of answer, can we?" They shot a quick glance at each other, nodded quickly and looked back to us.
"Okay, here goes," Joey said seriously. "We been trying to screw each other the last half-hour and we can't get our dicks to go in."
"We know you two got to be fuckin' each other and we figured that since our dicks are so much smaller, we wouldn't have a problem doin' it, but it just ain't workin'. Please tell us what we're doin' wrong," Alex moaned plaintively.
Tom and I both snorted with laughter. After regaining our composure, I said, "Why don't you tell us what you've tried so far and we'll see if we can help you out." The two took turns explaining every step they'd followed, right up to the point where their dicks refused to enter the other's ass. When they became quiet, I asked, "Did you do anything to stretch or loosen your sphincter muscles?"
"What? How do you do that?" Alex asked.
"There's several ways to do it," Tom answered, "but the easiest thing to use is your fingers."
"What!" Joey exclaimed. "You think I want to stick my finger in his ass? That's gross."
"From what you've already told us, you've licked each other there, haven't you? Is your finger worse than your tongue?" I asked.
"Well, I guess not, but I wasn't pushing my tongue inside it either," Alex answered.
Tom continued with his explanation. "You put something slick on your finger and slowly push it into your partner's hole. After they get used to one finger sliding in and out, you add another finger. You do it gently and slowly for a little bit. Once your partner doesn't feel any pain with two fingers, you should be able replace them with your penis."
Joey and Alex looked at each other briefly then looked back to us. "Show us," Joey demanded.
"Oh, come one, guys," I complained, "Why don't you go back to your own room and try it?"
"No! We'll just screw it up again. Please, Dads, show us how to do it," Alex begged.
Now it was my turn to look at Tom and all I got for my effort was a shrug of the shoulders. "Okay, fine, which one of you wants to be first?"
"ME!" Joey yelled.
I tossed off the sheet and told Tom to get ready. He got in position to demonstrate what we were talking about and I told Joey, "Okay, you get in the same position as Tom and I'll show Alex what to do, okay?"
I moved over to Tom so I could show our sons what to do. Joey quickly moved to where I'd been sitting and laid down next to Tom, holding his knees up to his chest and exposing his virgin pucker to Alex and me.
"Yeah! `Bout fuckin' time." Joey answered, "C'mon, Alex, get over here, dude."
Alex crossed the bed so he was positioned where he had access to his brother's beautiful ass and could still see what I was doing with Tom. I retrieved the lube we used from the nightstand and drizzled a little on my index finger, then did the same to Alex's outstretched index finger. I began to slowly insert my finger into Tom and once I knew I was on target, I glanced at the twins to see how Alex was doing. Alex had the tip of finger pushing gently on Joey's tight sphincter, but had not yet penetrated.
"What's wrong Alex?" I asked.
"I'm pushing, but it won't go in. He's clenching too much."
I looked up to Joey and said, "Buddy, you have to relax a little bit or it's never gonna happen."
Joey opened his eyes and looked to me and asked, "How the hell do you do that?"
"Just take deep breaths and loosen up. You may also want to give your ass a little push, almost like you have to go to the bathroom."
"Okay, I'll try." He closed his eyes again and began breathing deeply. After just a few seconds of that, I could see him give a little grimace. When I looked back to Alex's hand, I could see his finger had finally slid inside his brother's ass for the first time and it was buried just to the first knuckle.
"Good, there ya' go. Now, Alex, just keep pushing, gently and slowly so Joey can get used to the feel of your finger sliding into him." He followed my instructions and shortly had his entire finger sunk deeply into Joey. "How's that feel, Joey?" I asked.
"Like I gotta poop, and it hurts a little bit," he grunted.
"That's normal, it'll pass in a minute. Alex, just hold still for a bit until Joey says it okay to move." I returned my attention to Tom and found him staring wide-eyed at the pair of lads next to us, wicked grin cutting across his face. I twisted my finger around, stroked his prostate and a light moan escaped past his lips. I continued to finger my lover while waiting for the boys to continue.
After about a minute or two, Joey finally whispered, "Okay, go ahead, I think I'm ready." Alex looked at me with the question `what now' written across his face.
"Well, pull your finger back out, but not all the way. Leave the tip just inside. Then wait a few seconds and slowly push it back it in." Alex did as I said and as I looked up to Joey's face, I saw his eyes open wide as Alex pulled his finger out.
"NO!" Joey cried, "push it back in." Alex did just that, and a bit more forcefully than he should have, eliciting a bit of a grunt from Joey, but the satisfied smile on his face let me know he was doing just fine.
"Good, Alex, just keep doing that, in and out until you have a nice smooth rhythm going. Tom really likes it when I play with his cock and balls while I'm doing this. I bet Joey will, too." Alex used his free hand, wrapped it tightly around Joey's throbbing pecker and began to slowly stroke him while he continued to finger fuck his asshole. I could see Joey was really starting to enjoy his brother's stimulation. Tom was rather enjoying the show, also, as I could feel his hole clamp tightly around my finger with each insertion.
"Alex, you want to drive your brother really crazy?" I asked.
He looked at me and grinned. "Does a bear shit in the woods? Yeah, what do I gotta do?"
"Turn your hand over so your finger will bend up."
He did what I told him and asked, "Like this?"
"Perfect, now wiggle your fingertip around inside him a little bit. You'll feel a little knob in there." I could see him concentrating on it and surprise filled his eyes when he finally found it. "That little knob is called the prostate. If you bump or stroke it with your finger every now and then, it feels really good. Watch Joey's face as you do it." Alex continued his ministrations and I enjoyed watching Joey's eyes light up each time Alex touched that magic spot.
In no time at all, Joey moaned, "Oh, fuck, I'm comin'."
Alex kept up his work and giggled, "His hole is grabbin' my finger every time his dick twitches in my hand, that's cool. It's like they're connected."
"You ready for him to try two fingers, Joey?" I asked. All he could do was nod. Alex pulled his finger completely out of Joey's ass and held it to me with a second finger for more lube. I added a little bit to the offered fingers and warned, "This may hurt a little bit, again, Joey, but just relax and the pain will go away." He nodded again and then gasped deeply as Alex inserted the two fingers.
"You okay, J?" Alex asked.
"That hurt like hell. Wait a sec, okay?" Thirty seconds later, he added, "Okay, I'm good, get back to work, bro." Alex didn't hesitate as he started working slowly with the two fingers and slowly built up speed to a nice, even tempo. I was doing the same to Tom and I could tell he was getting real close to orgasm, so I slowed things downs a bit with him and quit rubbing his prostate. Joey had lost control and was tossing his head side to side as Alex' stimulation continued to work its magic. He'd also started raising his hips on each stroke Alex made in an effort to get his fingers as deep inside as he could.
In just a couple of minutes, he finally groaned, "Oh, god, bro, I want your dick in me. C'mon on dude, fuck me for real." Alex followed his brother's directions as he pulled his finger out of Joey's ass, crawled up and positioned his dick at the rear entrance to his body. This time, when he pushed his hips forward, his dick slid right in until his bare pubic mound was smothering Joey's balls. Watching that stiff three-inch rod disappear as if by magic was one of the most beautiful things I'd ever witnessed. I quickly followed suit and buried my cock deep in my lover's ass, also. We both started our humping motion at the same time. It was hotter than hell watching our young sons fuck right next to us and I could see Tom was feeling as randy as I was at the show taking place in our bed.
Alex and Joey, both, had their eyes clamped shut as they reveled in the new sensations they were feeling. I didn't expect either one to last very long considering it was their first fuck and the amount of stimulation they both already experienced. Not that I was going to last very long, either. I always enjoyed making love with Tom, but tonight was extra special with the twins there with us. All too soon, I could feel my body tightening up as my orgasm crept closer and closer. And next to us, we could hear both Joey and Alex moaning with pleasure and Joey whispering, "Oh, god, Alex, fuck me. Go, dude, go, I'm about to come. Come with me. Oh, oh, oh, fuck, oh fuck yes-s-s-s-s," he hissed.
And then it hit me, like slamming into a brick wall. I gave one final push and buried myself as deeply as I could. "Oh, fuck," I moaned as I unloaded the contents of my nuts into Tom's ass. Tom began to grunt as his cock started pumping out copious amounts of semen over his chest and gut. The next thing I heard was Alex growling as he pushed his pecker deep into Joey's ass and held it there. I looked over and could see Joey's cock twitching and bouncing as his second orgasm overtook his young body. God, what a sight that was, to see both of them trembling uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure racked their young bodies.
As they recovered from the throes of sexual delight, Joey was the first to find his voice. "Oh, my god, that was fucking awesome."
Alex pulled his wilted dick out of his brother's ass, rolled over on his back and squealed, "My turn!"
"Dude, are you fuckin' kiddin' me?" Joey whined. "My dick's so limp right now, it looks like a piece of boiled spaghetti. I couldn't get it in your ass if I taped it to a popsicle stick."
Tom and I could do nothing but laugh while Alex whined, "C'mon, man, that's not fair, damn it! I fucked you, you're supposed to fuck me."
"Alex, ya' gotta give Joey some time to recover," Tom started. "Besides, it's getting really late. How about we get a shower and get some sleep. Then he can make love to you in the morning. You can take the lube so you'll have it with you."
"Yeah, I guess," he answered, dejection filling his voice at having to wait.
"C'mon, you two," I said. "You can use our shower so you don't wake the trio with yours this late." The four of us headed into the shower and spent the next thirty minutes washing each other, along with just a bit play, of course. By the time we were clean and drying off, Joey and Alex were both yawning. Knowing how tired they were after their long day and active day, Tom and I carried them back to their bedroom and tucked them in for a good night's sleep, leaving the bottle of lubricant on the headboard for them.
As we headed back to our own bed, Tom commented, "You know I love you, right?"
"Just as I love you, big guy," I answered while taking his hand in mine.
"Please don't take this the wrong way, but that was freakin' hot."
"I was just about to tell you the same thing," I chuckled.
"Watchin' those two go at it like rabbits, oh my god. And they were both so into it. We're gonna have a real problem keepin' them from fuckin' each other silly."
"Tell me about it. But then I have hard time not fuckin' you silly all day long, so I can't really fault them if they do."
"And what's stoppin' ya'?"
"My recovery time's a lot longer than it used to be, bubba," I answered as I closed the door and we climbed in bed.
"They make a pill for that, ya' know," Tom laughed.
"Yeah, right, like I need a four-hour hard-on. But listen, I got a serious question for ya'."
"What?"
"What are we gonna do if those two decide they want us to screw `em?"
"Ain't gonna happen, babe. Oh, don't get me wrong, I'd love it, but I'd never hurt them like that, and you know it would probably seriously tear something if I tried. If they want me in their ass, they're gonna have to wait about ten years to grow up and be a lot looser than they are now. Now, if they want to fuck me, go for it, I sure as hell won't say no."
"Yeah, you're probably right. As much I'd like to give it a shot, I don't want to hurt `em either."
"Babe, if that happened, it might hurt for a minute or two, but you're not big enough to do the damage I would."
"Gee, thanks, asshole, love you, too," I laughed.
"Oh, you know what I mean."
"Yeah, I know. Besides, even if they begged for it to happen, I think I'd be flashin' back to what Frank and Iris did to me, feeling like I was becoming like them, and I couldn't live with that."
"Don't you ever compare yourself to those two. What they did was out of power and hate, there was no love involved. If something happens between the boys and us, it's gonna be because of the love we have for them and the love they have for us."
I finally ran out of steam and curled up next to Tom, laying my head on his furry chest and draping an arm across his taut stomach. "Love you, big guy," I whispered.
"Love you more," he answered.
With that, we both drifted off to sleep. Neither one of us moved until about 9:30 Sunday morning when there was a light knock on the door. I struggled to open my eyes and sit up before answering.
"Yeah," I mumbled, "come on in." The door opened about a foot to reveal T.J., Mike and Andy looking through the gap at me. "Mornin', guys, what's up? Besides you, that is?"
T.J. pushed door all the way open and all three ran across the room and jumped on the bed. T.J. crawled over and laid his head on Tom's belly while Mike and Andy curled up against my sides, me ending up with an arm draped over each one.
"We're hungry, Dad," T.J. whined. "You gotta get up and fix breakfast."
"And what's up with Joey and Alex?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, we knocked on their door, and they told us to go away," Andy added.
"Um, their doin' somethin' special with each other." I caught T.J. give quite the eye roll at my answer. "What do you guys want for breakfast?"
"Can we do waffles or pancakes?" T.J. asked. "We ain't had them in a while."
"Sure, that sounds good to me, too. Bacon or sausage to go with?"
"Both!" all three agreed.
"Okay, scoot on outta here and give us a few to get moving. We'll be there in a few minutes." The trio hopped off the bed and disappeared down the hall. I shook Tom's shoulder and received an `mmph' in reply. "C'mon, big guy, time to get up and feed the monkeys."
"Do I hafta?" he grumbled.
"Yes, you hafta. Waffles, bacon and sausage for breakfast. Let's move it!"
"Okay, okay," the bear mumbled as he tossed the sheet off his body. He rolled over to me and laid his head my lap, then wrapped his hand around my morning erection and began to slowly stroke me.
As much as I enjoyed the thought behind his actions, I gently removed his hand and said, "Huh-uh, we got things to do."
"But I'm still horny from last night," he whined.
"If you're a good boy, maybe we can get the boys to watch a movie after breakfast and we can have some private time for you to show just how much you love me."
"Ooh, that sounds like a plan. Let's make it so."
"Whatever, Jean Luc. Right now, we need to get food going." I climbed out of bed and Tom followed me to the bathroom where we took care of our morning rituals. Finally, ready to face the day, we made the trek to the kitchen to start on breakfast.
Andy, Mike and T.J. were waiting patiently on their stools at the bar counter and as we joined them, and Tom asked, "Where's the other two?"
"Locked in their room," Mike answered.
"Yeah, we knocked and they told us to get lost," Andy added.
"Ahhh," Tom replied in understanding. "Okay, babe, you doing the waffles or the bacon and sausage?"
"I'll take the meat." Tom snorted in laughter at my answer and I just rolled my eyes at him. I turned to the threesome patiently awaiting their breakfast and asked, "You guys want to take care of setting the table this morning?"
"But what about the drinks? Joey and Alex usually do that, but they ain't here."
"Pops or I will take care of the drinks. And since the twins aren't here to do their part at the moment, they can take care of the cleanup when we're done. Sound fair to you?" I asked.
"Yeah!" Mike answered. "C'mon you two, we don't need their help. We got this." With that, they hopped off their stools and got busy setting the table for our meal.
"Hey, Dad, should we set places for them?" T.J. asked.
"Of course, you should. They could join us at any time and they'll definitely want breakfast when they do."
"Okie-dokie," he answered as he pulled the plates out of the cabinet.
We were finally ready to sit down about twenty minutes later and we dug into the food like we hadn't eaten for a week. Really, after the cake and ice cream yesterday, the last thing we needed was more sweet from the syrup, but it was pretty damn yummy. I'd just finished my first waffle when the dynamic duo finally decided to put in an appearance. The look deeply etched on both of their faces was nothing but complete satisfaction and contentment. Without a word from them, they took their seats at the table and dug into the spread before them.
"'Bout time you came out of your room," Mike commented.
"Yeah," Andy added, "What's the big idea lockin' us out?"
Despite the light blush filling his face, Alex responded, "Better get used to it. For a while anyway."
"We were having a little private time, is that okay?" Joey added.
"What're you talkin' `bout?" Mike asked.
"I explain it to you later, guys," T.J. answered. "We don't talk `bout that while we're eatin', okay?"
"You better," Andy replied testily.
"Boys," Tom started, "You know what a closed door means around here. Just because they're actually doing it now, that should be all you need to know."
Enlightenment dawned on both Mike and Andy and they grinned mischievously at each other and we all enjoyed a brief chuckle, Alex and Joey turning bright red as they joined in. The rest of the meal finished rather quietly after that and when we were all done eating, I told Alex and Joey that they got to clean up the table since they missed helping set it. They offered no argument and got straight to work. The cleanup was completed in short order and everyone was ready for whatever came next.
"Don't you guys have another new movie from your birthday you haven't watched yet?" Tom asked.
"Yeah, why?" Alex asked.
"Because the two of us would like to have a little bit of private time, if you don't mind," I answered honestly and receiving knowing snickers from all five. "We thought maybe we could talk you five into entertaining yourselves for a while."
"'Nuff said, dads, you two go have some fun," Joey answered with a quick smile. "We'll be fine."
"Yeah, and don't do anything we wouldn't do," Alex laughed.
Now it was my turn to blush a bit, but I the way I figure it, if you want honesty from your kids, you better be prepared to return that honesty. I wrapped Tom's hand in mine and we disappeared down the hallway to our room. I then closed and locked the door to prevent any unnecessary distractions from the outside. The two of us spent the next hour and a half engaged in all sorts of carnal delights, culminating in Tom flat on his back in the middle of the bed with me sitting astride his midsection, his cock buried deep inside me and flooding my ass with his life essence.
When we were both spent, I laid down on top of my lover and kissed him lightly, murmuring, "Okay, you love me more."
"This time, maybe," he whispered back, "but next time, it's your turn to love me more."
"Deal, lover. I think we should run through a shower and wash the stink off before we rejoin the boys. What say you?"
"Lead the way, `cause you reek," he laughed.
"You're not smelling much like a rose either, sweetheart," I replied sarcastically. I started to move and moaned with loss as his wilting cock slipped from my ass. We zipped through the shower and dried ourselves off, then headed out to resume our fatherly duties. When we finally emerged from our room, we both carried the same look of satisfaction and contentment we'd seen on the twins' faces not so long ago. I couldn't help but notice the air in the rest house smelled fresher since the heavy odor of sweat and sex didn't permeate the atmosphere. "Remind me later to wash our sheets."
"Yeah, I noticed it, too, and was about to tell you to remind me. Guess we can do it together," he grinned.
"Uh, don't we always?" I asked innocently. For reasons I don't quite understand, I received a smack to the back of my head. "Hey, I have to take some time this afternoon to shave and trim, you wanna join me?"
"Um-m-m-m, I've been thinking about it, but I'm not quite ready for that. You don't mind, do you?"
"Not at all. I've just been hairless so long, it kind of starts bugging me when it starts getting longer and it's been a couple weeks. If you're happy with your hair, keep it. I don't mind it all as long as it's on someone else. It'd be really helpful if you'd take care of my back, though. That's the hardest part to get by myself."
"Sure, I can do that."
"Just remember, if you ever change your mind, I'm here to help you."
"Thanks for that kind offer, babe, but don't hold your breath. I wonder if the movie's over yet."
"If you really want to know, go check. I'm gonna sit and read by a fire for a bit." I continued to the fireplace to get a fire going while Tom headed to the theater. I just taken my chair and picked up my book when he returned.
"So, is the movie done."
"Oh, yeah, it's done, but the boys aren't."
"Think you could explain that so it makes sense to my tired brain?"
"There's a five-way circle-jerk happening on the floor under the screen. It seemed pretty intense so I left `em alone."
"They're not supposed be doing that shit in there," I complained.
"Well, they did have the door closed. Guess I should've knocked," he chuckled.
"Looks like they need a small reminder to contain those activities to the bedrooms."
"Oh, c'mon, don't yell at them for it. I mean they were probably just horny knowing what we were doing."
"I wasn't going to yell, just remind `em, I promise." We both settled down to read for a while and about a half hour later, a very flushed fantastic five joined us. "Hi guys, what movie did you watch and how was it?"
"We watched The Spiderwick Chronicles and it was way cool," Alex answered with enthusiasm.
"I read those books a long time ago," Tom answered. "If you liked the movie, you'd love the books."
"What!? There're are actually books based on the movie?" Joey asked.
"No," I answered, "but there are books the movie was based on. They've been around since about 2002 or 2003, so they're a little over twenty years old."
"We'd like to read `em. Do you have them, Dad?" T.J. asked.
"No, I never bought them, I just checked them out from the library."
"What about you, Pops? You got `em?" queried Mike.
"Nope, library for me too. Sorry, fellas."
"Well, how are we gonna read `em if y'all don't have `em?" Andy wanted to know.
"I think I can fix that, boys. Later this afternoon, I'll hop on the computer and order the series from Amazon. They should be here in a few days, okay?"
"Cool!" crowed Alex. "So, did you two have fun while we watched our movie?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Funny you should ask that question, young man. I was just about to ask if you guys had fun after your movie ended?" I asked with a grin.
"Don't know what you're talkin' `bout, dad," T.J. responded innocently.
"Tom saw y'all but left you alone. What's the rule around here about your sex play?"
"But the door was closed," Joey rebutted. "And Pops didn't knock, either, did he?"
"That may be, but it wasn't a bedroom door, was it?"
"Well, no," Alex mumbled.
"In your bedrooms with the doors closed. If I have to remind you guys again, it's clothes for a whole week. Got it?"
"We got it, dads," all five grumbled.
"Good, I don't want to have this discussion again. Moving on to other things, how are you and Alex doing with those fourth-grade math books, Joey?"
"Oh, we forgot to tell ya'. We finished `em Thursday night," he answered with a big smile.
"Are you kidding me?"
"Nope, want to see `em?"
"Please. If you're really done with them, I'll have to call Mr. Furman and let him know. He'll be amazed." Joey ran to their room and quickly returned with one of the math books and their notebooks they'd done their work in. I spent about twenty minutes going through their work and the text and found no mistakes. "Holy crap, boys. I'm shocked you got through them this quickly. Pleased and happy, but still shocked. You make me very proud to be your dad."
Both of the twins blushed and Joey answered, "It was easy, Dad. We're ready for the next one."
"I'll see what I can work out, then. You five have any other plans for your day?"
"We wanna go ride our bikes." Alex answered. "It should be warm enough and most of the snow is gone now so we can go further down the drive. Is that okay?"
"That sounds like a great idea. That'll give you a chance to see a little more of the property, too. Y'all haven't seen that much of it except for the one trail we walked and it was still pretty white then. We'll join you outside and we can all see more."
"All right!" T.J. yelled.
"Well, let's get dressed and head on out. We'll meet you guys in the garage." Everyone headed to their rooms to get some warm clothes on and met up in the garage.
"Where can we ride, Dad?" Joey asked.
"Well, I thought we'd go back to the storage building and make sure everything there is okay, but why don't you two ride on down to the turn in the drive and then come back this way? We'll be on down the drive that way," I said, pointing the way. They took off one direction while the rest of us ambled off the other. We were about halfway to the storage building when the twins caught up with us and flew by, laughing with pure joy. That was a wonderful sound to hear on this cool day in mid-March. I was really looking forward to more of that when summer really hit.
As we walked up the concrete apron of the storage building, Joey asked, "This thing is huge, what all you got in here?"
"You wanna see?"
"Yeah!" all five boys cheered.
I opened the door, turned off the alarm and turned on the lights, then stood back and let the boys go in before Tom and I joined them. They scattered in all different directions, trying to see whatever they could find. Andy was the first to find the cars in the corner covered by their tarps.
"What're you hiding under here, Dad!?" he yelled. That caught the attention of the other four who quickly joined him around the cars. "C'mon, show us!" Tom and I strolled over and pulled the covers off both cars.
"You got a freakin' Ferrari!?" Joey yelled.
"Well, we have a Ferrari, but I'm not sure it `freaks' very much since there have never been any baby Ferraris roaming around," I laughed.
"What's kinda car is this one, Dad?" Mike asked, pointing to the `Vette. "It looks really old."
"It's called a Corvette. This one is from 1966 and it's even older than I am."
"Can we go for a ride?" T.J. asked.
"When it's warmer and nicer out, sure, but not today."
"I'd call `shotgun'," Alex commented, "but you only got room for one other person, anyway."
I could tell I was going to need a mop to clean up the drool the boys were leaving on the floor around the two cars. When their interest finally waned, they went back to exploring the rest of the building again while Tom and I pulled the covers back over the cars.
"You really got a bunch of junk in here, don't you?" Joey asked.
"To others, it might be junk, but it's mostly stuff I don't need in the house but I'm not quite ready to get rid of it, either. I guess you could call me a hoarder of sorts, but at least I'm organized about it," I chuckled. "Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm about ready for a swim."
"Yeah, cool, Dad," Mike answered. "Let's go guys."
"Hey, Joey, can I ride your bike back to the house?" T.J. asked.
"Sure, go ahead. I'll walk with the others."
"Thanks, bro."
With that parting comment, T.J. jumped on Joey's bike and took off after Alex. As the rest of us drew closer to the house, we could see Alex and T.J. coming back down the drive from the turn and head for the garage to park the bikes. They patiently waited for us to join them, but once we were all together again, the fantastic five disappeared to their rooms to get ready for our swim, coats and clothes being discarded along the way. By the time Tom and I were ready to go also, all five boys were jumping and dancing at the glass doors. Just as I put my hand on the door knob, the phone rang.
I gave Tom the key to the shelter and said, "Go ahead. I'll get rid of whoever's on the phone and be right out." As I turned to grab the nearest phone, the others continued through the doors and on to the pool. A quick glance at the caller ID told me I couldn't just blow off this caller.
I picked up the receiver and answered, "Hey, Carol, how ya' doing?"