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Chapter 59 – Unusual Times we Live in

 

"Tom," I called across the house, "Get over here!"

 

As I waited for Tom to join us, I grabbed Dylan's arm and pulled him into the house, closing the door behind him.

 

"What's goin' on, Sarge?" Tom asked.

 

"It's been a bad day, Tom, a really bad fuckin' day. I killed a man today, and it didn't have to happen."

 

"What the hell are you talkin' about? C'mon, let's sit and tell us what happened."

 

We headed to the kitchen to get a drink and have our chat away from the boys. They started to join us, but I held out a hand and shook my head, silently asking them to give us a few minutes. They returned to their book and card game, understanding we needed a bit of private time to talk with Dylan. Tom got him settled on one of the barstools while I poured a cup of coffee for Dylan and tea for Tom and me. Tom sat next to Dylan while I stood on the other side of the counter so I could see his face. Tears were starting to form in his eyes as he told us about today's events with Barry. When he finally ran out of things to say, Tom took over.

 

"Sarge, look at me and listen close." Tom waited to continue until Dylan was looking at him. "You did not kill Barry. Barry killed himself by not following orders."

 

"But I put him in that position," Dylan moaned.

 

"No, you didn't. He did it to himself by not coming to you with his problems. If he'd done that, he'd still be alive. You know it and I know it. From how you described his attitude when he left your office, it almost sounds like suicide by perp."

 

"What the fuck you talkin' `bout, you crazy white boy?"

 

"Our life insurance pays double if we're killed in the line of duty, doesn't it? And what if Barry had another life policy of his own that did the same? He'd have left Helen and his kids better off than if he was still alive. I know it sounds twisted, but it's not any different from somebody who chooses suicide by cop."

 

"You think he wanted to die?" Dylan asked. "What kinda crazy shit you smokin' out here, Tom? Whatever it is, I need to get some for myself."

 

"I don't know what Barry wanted, boss. But it seems like a possibility to me. Think about it this way; you have a choice of ending your career as a disgraced cop, in debt to a loan shark and selling information to the news, or, going out as a hero trying to arrest a criminal. If those were my choices, I'd probably pick the second one. You said he seemed flat, resigned, when he left your office to meet with the guy. He'd made his mind up about something and once he did that, you lost all control of the situation."

 

"Well, whatever the case, I won't have to worry about it any longer. Barry's gonna be the last cop to die on my watch."

 

"What'd you do?" Tom asked.

 

"I've turned in my papers. I'm done. I'd already made the decision before Barry, but his getting' killed told me I was doin' the right thing."

 

"You can't do that, Sarge. The department will be lost without you leading them."

 

"Watch me. I've recommended Derek to take over for me. He can do the job just as well as I can, if not better. My heart's just not in it anymore."

 

"Well, what are you gonna do for the rest of your life? You're too young to give up and I sure can't see you sittin' around all day watchin' soap operas and game shows. That ain't the Dylan I know."

 

"I don't know, Tom, but whatever it is, it'll be better than stressin' `bout shit I got no control over."

 

DING!

 

"Looks like our guests have arrived," I said as I started towards the front door.

 

"Oh, shit, you guys are havin' company and here I am, cryin' in my pretzels*. I should get out of here."

 

"No way, boss, you're staying right here with us. I'm not letting you be alone tonight. C'mon, let's go meet and greet our visitors. You'll probably know one of them, anyway." Rick and his sons were just stepping inside when Tom and Dylan joined me at the door.

 

"Hey, Rick, how you guys doin' tonight?" I asked as six nude boys charged across the house to greet our guests.

 

"We're all right, thanks for askin'. Let me introduce my boys. This is Eric, he's thriteen" he said settling a hand on the older boy's shoulder, "and the other wild one is Josh, who is eleven," he added ruffling the younger boy's hair. "Boys, this is Mr. Sanders and Mr. Wright, and that gaggle running over here are their sons."

 

Eric's eyes had widened in surprise as our boys joined us and he leaned over and whispered in his dad's ear, "Dad, they're not wearing anything."

 

"Yeah, and ...," Rick answered.

 

"You didn't tell us we were gonna be naked," Eric complained.

 

"I didn't say anything because if you don't want to be nude, you don't have to."

 

Tom interrupted the whispering with, "Hi, again, Rick. Good to see ya'. Boys, introduce yourselves." Introductions and handshakes ensued as each of our boys greeted Rick and his sons.

 

"Hi, I'm Alex, nice to meet ya'. I've seen Josh around school, but we never hang out together since we're in different grades."

 

"Howdy, I'm Logan and I'm just kinda visitin' for a while."

 

"Joey. Nice to meet ya'. Hope y'all are ready for some fun."

 

"Hidey-ho, I'm T.J. I remember you from the night I got hurt."

 

"Yeah, how you doin', T.J.?" Rick asked.

 

"I'm a lot better now, thanks. And thanks for takin' care of me."

 

"It was my pleasure, young man. I'm glad you're feelin' better." Rick turned to his boys and asked, "You guys remember me telling you about the kid who cracked a rib in the pool? This is him."

 

"Hi, I'm Andy. Always nice to make some to new friends."

 

"And I'm, Mike. C'mon in."

 

I'd noticed during the introductions, that Eric was red-faced with embarrassment, but Josh's eyes never left the twins.

 

As the boys headed to the living room, Tom addressed the unexpected elephant in the room. "Rick, I think you probably know my old boss, Dylan."

 

"Sure do. How ya' doin', Sergeant Brock?" Rick asked as he shook Dylan's hand.

 

"I've had better days, Rick," Dylan replied. "Look, I really should be goin'. I don't want to put a damper on your fun tonight, guys."

 

"Nonsense, Dylan," I responded. "You can help us corral all eight boys in the pool. Maybe a little pool time will brighten your evening a bit."

 

"It sure couldn't make it any worse, I guess."

 

"Well, look, why don't we go get wet. Boys, why don't you show Josh and Eric where they can change. Dylan, Rick, come with us." While the eight wild mustangs thundered to their bedrooms, the four of us headed to our bedroom. After we got in the room, I pointed towards the bathroom and offered, "The bathroom's right over there Rick, if you want to use it to change."

 

"Why bother, we're all gonna be nude, aren't we?"

 

"Well, the three of us will be, for sure, but if you think you'll be more comfortable in shorts or trunks, that's fine with us, too."

 

"Kinda hard for me to prove my point to Eric and Josh if I ain't willing to get naked, too, don't ya' think?"

 

"Fair enough, Rick. Just wanted to give you the option." By this time, Tom and I had already pulled off our shorts and were ready to go. Rick was down to his boxers and looking rather nervous about the big step he was about to take, while Dylan, who had still been in his uniform, was lagging behind a bit. "We'll be waiting in the living room whenever you guys are ready." Tom and I headed out to round up the boys and make sure we had towels for everyone. I wasn't too surprised to find Eric in swim trunks and a t-shirt, but Josh was happily nude with the rest of the boys. As we made our way across the entry to the living room, Eric's eyes went wide with surprise at seeing Tom and me nude.

 

"Joey, Alex, Logan, would you three zip on down to the laundry room and grab towels?" I asked. "Please and thank you," I added.

 

They started for the hallway but Joey grabbed Josh's hand and said, "C'mon, dude, you can help." The four turned the corner and returned shortly with enough towels to dry an army.

 

As we waited for Rick and Dylan, I took a quick survey of the eight boys. The two new ones were just as cute as the six already living here. Both had mid-length brown hair, dark but lively eyes and grins that would melt a Grinch's heart. Eric was still a bit pink from being around all these naked bodies, but Josh seemed to be reveling in his re-found freedom and making no attempt to cover himself. If I had to guess the reason for his reaction to the situation, I would say it was most likely the fact he still looked more like our boys than the adults or his brother probably did. While it was obvious some development had begun with a penis slightly larger than Brent's and his testicles had obviously started to drop, he was still as hairless as our own boys. As for his brooding brother, Eric, one could only guess what treasures lay hidden underneath his unnecessary and quite obvious body coverings.

 

As I watched the boys chat amongst themselves and giggle at almost anything, I saw Eric suddenly cover his face with his hands and start shaking his head. As if to remove all doubt as to the reason for his actions, I turned my head to see a nude Rick and Dylan entering the living room. Rick called out, "Okay, who's ready to go swimming?". As I watched them walk across the living room, I could see Rick's attitude was being somewhat tempered by the flush of pink enveloping his body.

 

Josh jumped up from his spot on the couch, ran to his dad and wrapped him in a big hug, the top of his head just below his dad's shoulders. "Thanks for bringing us over here, Dad, these guys are cool."

 

"I'm glad you're having some fun. Are you sure you're okay without your swimsuit?"

 

"Yeah! I think I'd feel weird if I had one on since nobody else is wearin' one." Josh suddenly realized his dad was also nude and released his grip on his dad's mid-section. "Wow! You're naked, too. You never get naked at home."

 

"I think I'm going to be changing that, son. There's no reason to be ashamed of or hide your body."

 

"Cool. I hate wearing shorts, but I didn't want to be the only one naked since you're always wearin' your boxers and Eric insists on wearin' those baggy shorts all the time. I'll like being naked again."

 

Without wanting to further delay our evening, Tom and I led the group to the doors outside and on to the pool shelter. After unlocking the door, all eight boys left us in their dust as they took off at a dead run, tossing their towels onto the table and chairs, then jumping into the pool with wild abandon. As was normal, the adults were a bit more sedate in joining them, but once we did, the battle was on. Joey and T.J. attacked Dylan, Andy and Alex assaulted Tom, while Logan and Mike jumped me. Eric and Josh wasted no time in surrounding Rick and then moving in for the kill. Peals of laughter and squeals of joy filled the shelter and echoed from the corners of the shelter. I was pleased to see that Dylan, despite his heavy heart, was enjoying himself as usual. We let the boys run wild for about twenty minutes before I broke free from my attackers and motioned for the other adults to join me in our favorite corner.

 

Tom and I ended up one side together and Dylan and Rick were on the other. Once we gotten settled, Rick said, "Shit, that was fun. They wore my ass out, but we haven't had that much fun together for a long time. I really want to say thanks to you guys for letting us come over."

 

"No problems, Rick, we're happy to have company. You and your boys are welcome any time. I'd say Josh feels comfortable, wouldn't you?"

 

"I never dreamed he'd react like he did. It makes me happy to see him having so much fun and be so giddy. I see I still have to do some work with Eric, though."

 

"All in good time, Rick," Tom replied. "Eric's at that age where he doesn't think he really belongs with the kids any more, but he also doesn't think he can join the adults yet."

 

"Let me see if I can fix that," Rick responded. He swam to the middle of the pool and called Eric over to join him. After a short conversation between the two, they both joined us, Rick settling back in next to Dylan and Eric opting to scrunch in the corner between his dad and me.

 

"So, why am I down here with you, Dad, and not playin' with the others?" Eric asked.

 

"I just thought you might like to hang out with us for a while. If you'd rather, you're welcome to go back and play with the boys."

 

"Nah, this is cool. So, what were y'all talkin' `bout?"

 

"Nothin' yet, really, son."

 

"Oh, okay."

 

"Are you having fun tonight, Eric?" I asked.

 

"Oh, yeah, Mr. Sanders. None of our friends have pools like this. Thanks for letting us come over."

 

"We're always happy to have some company," Tom replied.

 

"So, what do you do, Mr. Sanders? With this house and stuff, you gotta be makin' some serious coin."

 

"Gets right to the point, doesn't he, Rick?" I laughed. "I wrote some books a while back and invested well. The money from the first one paid for everything you see here."

 

"Cool. What kind of books do you write?"

 

"They were sort of an action slash thriller slash mystery type, I'd guess. You like that kind of story?"

 

"I'm more a science-fiction buff, but I've read some others that I like. Like the Jack Reacher books, those are pretty good."

 

"Mine are similar to the Reacher series. If you'd like to read one, I'll be happy to give you one."

 

"Really? Thanks, that'd be sweet. What do you do, Mr. Wright?"

 

"I used to be a cop, but I recently quit after getting shot and now I'm getting ready to open a private investigation service."

 

"You mean like followin' guys around, tryin' to catch `em with their girlfriends and shit like that?"

 

"That'll be part of it, I'm sure. But most of what I'm going to be doing is background checks on people who are looking to adopt. I'll be working with the agency helping with our son's adoptions to make sure people are who they say they are. Try to make sure any kid they adopt will be safe and well taken care of."

 

"That sounds interesting. Does it pay good?"

 

"Good question," Tom chuckled. "I haven't started yet, so I guess I'll find out."

 

"What about you, Mr. Brock? What do you do?"

 

"For the next two weeks, I'm a sergeant with the county Sherriff's department. After that, who knows?"

 

"Whoa, Dylan," Rick exclaimed. "When did that happen?"

 

"Today, right after one of my guys got killed."

 

"Oh, man, I hadn't heard. Sorry. Who was it?"

 

"You know Barry Sinclair?"

 

"Yeah, I've run into him few times on accidents and what-not. What happened?"

 

"I set him up to help us nail a loan shark and he got shot. I got him killed," Dylan answered as he started to tear up again and turned his head away so we couldn't see.

 

"He was a cop, Dylan," Rick replied. "He knew the risks."

 

"No, he wasn't a cop any more, but I still sent him out there to die. It's my fuckin' fault he's dead, damn it." The tears started flowing freely after that.

 

Tom moved over beside Dylan and took his arm. "C'mon, Dylan, let's you and I go inside for a bit." Dylan followed Tom's lead and they headed inside.

 

"Sorry to bring it up," Rick said after they were gone.

 

"That's all right, Rick, he's really torn up about it." I turned my attention back to Eric and asked, "I know nobody asked you before we all got undressed, but are you okay with the rest of us being nude?"

 

"Yeah, I guess," he muttered. "It just seems a little weird, but I'm getting used to it."

 

"Well, I think you deserve to know the reason why you're here tonight, Eric. Your dad is worried about you and your brother."

 

"What!?" He turned to his dad and asked, "What about?"

 

"Well," Rick began, "you two used to always go nude around the house and I never had a problem with it, even though I wasn't nude myself. But suddenly, something changed and you both quit. I was worried it was something I did that made you guys change. And since neither one of you will talk to me about it, I got worried. When I came here that one night to take care of T.J., I discovered Max and his family are nudists. I thought if anyone could help me figure out what happened to make you and Josh start wearin' those damn baggy shorts, it would be Max."

 

"It wasn't anything you did, dad. It was me."

 

"What about you?"

 

"Aw, c'mon, dad, I ain't gonna talk to you about it here."

 

"You won't talk to me about it at home, either. So, where can we?"

 

Eric thought for a moment, then turned to me asked, "Mr. Sanders, I don't want you to think I'm rude, but could me and my dad have a few minutes to talk? Alone?"

 

"You bet. Take your time. I'll go check on the others." I swam to the other end of the pool and was swamped by seven active boys. I discovered rather quickly that my estimation of Josh's development was right on the money as he tried to climb my back and I felt his stiff member slide up my backside.

 

 

"Please tell me what's going on with you, Eric."

 

"Shit, this is embarrassing."

 

"Son, every guy goes through what you are. I did, and so did Max, Tom and Dylan. And your brother's coming up right behind you. If anybody knows what you're dealing with, it's gonna be us."

 

"Well, from what I saw, looks like Mr. Brock beat the hell out of you other three. Did you see the size of his dick?"

 

I laughed and answered, "Son, we got undressed in the same room, of course I did."

 

"You think I have a chance of bein' that big?"

 

"You never know. Now quit beatin' around the bush and tell me what's going on."

 

"Oh, all right. I think my dick's broke."

 

"What are you talkin' about, boy? Last time I saw you naked, you looked just fine. Granted, that's been a while, but what could have changed?"

 

"Well, yeah, it looks fine, but it seems like it's always hard. At home, school, the mall, McDonald's, when I go to sleep, when I wake up, it don't matter." I couldn't suppress a snicker, which didn't help the situation at all. "It ain't funny dad. When we change clothes for P.E. at school, I have to practically hide in my locker so the other guys won't see my dick stickin' out. Do you have any idea the hell they'd put me through if they saw me with a hardon in the locker room? I wear a jock strap almost all the time just to try and make it less obvious."

 

"Son, we've all had the same problem. You're going through puberty and you're going through all kinds of changes right now."

 

"That may be, dad, but I feel like I'm taking Viagra twenty-four, seven. And it fuckin' hurts."

 

"Eric, please don't talk like that. I'm not quite ready for it. Look, I know this shit's embarrassing, but my old man never talked to me about it and I swore I wasn't gonna be like him. You used to talk to me about almost anything and I could help you. If you don't tell me what's going on, then I can't help you anymore. And I really want to."

 

"Okay, so tell me, how the hell do I keep from bein' a walkin' billboard for boner pills."

 

"Have you ever masturbated?"

 

"What's that?"

 

"You know, played with your penis until you have an orgasm and ejaculated."

 

"Hell, no. I don't play with my dick, that's sick."

 

"No, it isn't, son. All guys do it. It's the most pleasant way for you to lose an erection."

 

"Geez, I can't believe we're talkin' `bout this."

 

"We should have talked about it a long time ago, Eric. What do you want to know?"

 

"Well, if this masturbation you're talkin' `bout will make it quit bein' hard, let's start with that. How do you do it?"

 

"You really don't know, do you?"

 

"I wouldn't be asking if I did, Dad. C'mon, tell me."

 

"Um, I don't know where to start."

 

 

I finally broke away from the wild bunch again and swam back to Rick and Eric who were still in the corner of the pool, both looking rather embarrassed. "Is it safe to come back?" I asked.

 

"Maybe. My son's got a question and while I know the answer, I'm not too sure how to answer it without sounding like an idiot."

 

"Well, ask me, maybe I can help."

 

"Yeah, right," Eric scoffed. "I barely know you. What makes you think I'm gonna ask you about how to masturbate, whatever the hell that is? Oh, shit!" he exclaimed, smacking his forehead. "I can't believe I just said that."

 

After a quick chuckle, I replied, "That's all right, Eric. I completely understand a teen's fascination with their own body. It's been twenty years, but I've been there, too. I'm happy to answer your question, but before I do, can I ask you a few questions?"

 

"Oh, sure, what the hell? I've always wanted to bare my soul to a complete stranger."

 

"Well, now's your chance. These are gonna be pretty basic questions, just so I know where you are in your development. Has your penis gotten larger in the past few months to a year and have your testicles started to drop lower in your scrotum?"

 

"Yes," followed by a rather distinct roll of the eyes.

 

"Have you started to grow hair under your arms and above your penis?"

 

"Geez, yes."

 

"So, I assume you're familiar with your penis becoming erect whenever and wherever it wants and staying that way forever."

 

"Well, yeah, that's why I started wearing clothes at home. I couldn't very well run around all day with a boner stickin' straight out, could I?"

 

"Well, you actually could, but most people would consider that to be a rather rude thing to do. Next, do you ever wake up in the morning with wet underwear or wet sheets?"

 

"I quit pissin' the bed a long time ago, man."

 

"I'm not talking about having an accident, Eric. I'm talking about having a wet dream."

 

"What's that?"

 

"It's when you have a dream that excites you and you ejaculate in your sleep. When it dries, your underwear or sheets would feel a little crusty.

 

"Well, yeah, I've had that happen. More and more lately."

 

"Good, then we know everything is working properly, anyway. Now since you're asking about how to masturbate, I'm guessing you've never done it."

 

"I have no idea what the hell it is, Mr. Sanders. My dad brought it up as a way to fix my dick, but chickened out when it was time to tell me how to do it."

 

"Okay, then. One last question. Do you have an erection right now?"

 

"Mister, I've been hard as a nail since we got here and I saw your boys naked. And it's really starting to hurt again. I can't take much more of this shit. I'm about ready to cut the damn thing off." Rick and I both snorted loudly, but quickly regained our composure.

 

"I'm sorry, Eric, we shouldn't have done that. Would you like to relieve your problem? Right now?"

 

"In the worst fuckin' way. I just want it to go away and quit hurtin'."

 

"Rick, would you do me a favor and go grab a couple of towels off the table. We're going to help your son." Rick climbed out of the pool and soon returned. "Thanks, Rick." I spread one of the towels out on the concrete deck, then climbed up and sat on the edge of the pool. "Rick, why don't you sit at the other end of the towel?"

 

"Holy crap, Mr. Sanders, you're dick's hard, too." Then he looked at his dad and realized he was, too. "You too, dad?"

 

"Of course, it is, silly boy," I replied. "Talkin' about sex always get me hard. Now hop up here and lay down on the towel." Eric followed my instructions and when he was stretched out, I continued. "Here, Rick, grab the other end of this towel and we'll use it to shield Eric from the others. Good."

 

"Now what, Mr. Sanders," Eric asked.

 

"Well, next, you should probably get undressed. We wouldn't want to stain your clothes with semen."

 

"What!? You want me to strip naked right now? You guys'll see me. First my soul and now my body?"

 

"Well, yeah, I guess we will. But you've already seen us, so I think it's only fair, don't you, Rick?" Rick could only shrug his shoulders. "C'mon, Eric, we don't have all night," I goaded the young lad. He wasted no more time and little extra movement as he peeled off his shirt, shorts and jock strap, which he piled on the concrete next to him, somehow maintaining at least one hand over his genitals the entire time. "Good, now you're ready to masturbate, so let's get you started on your journey of self-discovery."

 

"Well, what do I do?"

 

"Wrap a hand around your penis and start to slowly stroke it."

 

"Since I don't what the hell I'm supposed to be doing, really, would you just show me, Mr. Sanders?" Eric asked hesitantly.

 

I looked to Rick and asked, "Is that okay with you, or do you want to help your son?" Rick was dumbfounded at the question and just shook his head while pointing his free hand to his chest. He then pointed to me and numbly nodded his assent. "Okay, Eric, your dad says it's up to me. You ready for this?" I asked. After a quick nod from Eric, I said, "Okay, then, move your hands to your sides." Eric did as I asked, fully exposing his magnificent five-inch erection to the two of the us. He had a sparse patch of dark curly hair sprouting from the base of his beautiful shaft and I could also see some on his pearly white scrotum. I could tell this young man was going to be a very fine specimen of manhood in just a few short years.

 

I reached over with my right hand and gently wrapped it around the turgid member jutting obscenely from his pubic mound. As my fingers closed around the shaft, I felt Eric's body shudder uncontrollably as he inhaled deeply. I began to slowly stroke the tumescent teen, watching his face scrunch and twist with delight. I built up to a smooth rhythm and thoroughly enjoyed the feel of his hot and hard rod in my hand. Knowing Eric had never masturbated before added to the thrill of helping him learn how tonight. Rick, for his part, could not peel his eyes away from his son's cock as I continued to pleasure his son. It took only a few minutes before I felt Eric start to tighten up and I knew he was only moments away from his orgasm. I watched him intently and when I saw his scrotum pull up, I knew the time had come.

 

Two more strokes of his cock and his first shot of sweet teen spunk soared over his head and landed with a light splat on the concrete behind his dad. I continued to manipulate his member and after five more shots of syrupy semen landed on his neck, chest and belly, I stopped moving my hand and slowly circled his glans with my index finger, spreading around the corona the trickle still oozing from deep inside. Eric's eyes were glazed with pleasure as he slowly recovered. Even as I continued to fondle him, I could feel his penis slowly deflating to a more normal state. When I finally let go of his now flaccid member, I let my hand drop to his scrotum and gently fondled the walnut-sized nuggets held within, causing Eric to shiver with abandon.

 

"OH ... MY ... GOD!" he exclaimed. "What the hell was that?"

 

"That, young man, was your very first manually stimulated orgasm," I answered proudly since I'd helped him achieve it. "The first of many more to come." Rick snickered at my pun, but he still had not taken his eyes off his son's beautiful body. "So, Eric, that's masturbation. One method, anyway, think you can take it from here?"

 

"Oh, yeah. That was freakin' awesome, Mr. Sanders. Thanks. And look, it ain't hard no more," he added as he looked down his body.

 

"I can see that, Eric. Now, the next time you have questions, do you think you can ask your dad?"

 

"After that, yeah, I think I can ask him anything."

 

"What about you, Rick, do you think you can answer his questions?"

 

"I'll sure as hell try. Damn, I haven't seen anybody shoot like that since I was his age."

 

"Good. Here, Eric, clean yourself off with this towel and then you can get dressed if you want. Don't forget the spot that landed above your head."

 

"Now that I know how get it to go soft again, I may never wear clothes again," he commented as he wiped his body clean. Eric then got up to his knees, leaned over and gave me hug, whispering `thanks' in my ear again. Then he turned to his dad, gave him a hug and kissed his cheek. "Thank you, too, dad. I really hope you'll be willing to help me at home."

 

"What? I ain't gonna do that to you."

 

"No, silly, just talk to me, answer my questions. I got lots and lots of them."

 

"Yeah, okay, son, I can do that. I love you."

 

"Love you, too, dad. See you guys later." With that, a comfortable and nude Eric dove back into the pool and swam back to play with the other boys while Rick and I resettled ourselves back in the corner to watch their antics.

 

"Well, Rick, I'd have to say your visit tonight was successful."

 

"Without a doubt, Max. I know that had to be weird for you, jerkin' off my kid like that, but I appreciate it. I don't think I could have done it."

 

"Sure, you could, Rick. It's no different that jerkin' yourself."

 

"But it's my kid. I can't do that shit to him."

 

"Why not? As long as you're not forcing him into something he doesn't want, I don't see your problem. You didn't seem to have a problem with me doing it."

 

"Well, yeah, but with you bein' gay, I didn't think jerkin' off another dude would be a big deal. I ain't gay and don't want to be."

 

"Rick, you admitted to us that used to play around with your friends when you were Eric's age. And yet, here you are today, straight as can be. But too afraid to be thought of as gay to help your son when he needs it. Teaching your son about his body and what's happening to it won't make you gay and it won't make him gay if he isn't. it wouldn't be any different than you and your friends gettin' together and gettin' off."

 

"But it's against the law, I could fuckin' go to jail if I did that."

 

"Just like I could for helping Eric just now. Look, the kid was frustrated as hell and in some pain. Should I have touched him and helped him out? No, probably not. But, I'll be damned if I'm gonna see a kid suffering about anything and not do something to help, no matter how unconventional or unorthodox that help might be. I'm not gonna tell anybody about what just happened and I'm betting you won't either. Look, as far as I'm concerned, if you should decide to help Eric with more than just a little advice, as long as he's willing and asking for your help, it's none of my business, or anybody else's for that matter. That's between you and him."

 

"Hm, I never thought about it that way. It was a lot of fun screwin' around with my buddies in junior high, but you're right, most of us were straight. I think only one guy in our class wasn't. And I guess if Eric asks for something and I'm just helping him figure some things out, it wouldn't hurt either one of us, would it? But what about Josh. When will he figure out if he's gay or not?"

 

"He may already know but he's afraid to say anything because he doesn't know how you or Eric will react to the news. He may not figure it out until ten years from now. Like we told you last week, whenever it happens, he has to know that your love for him will never change. One thing you might need to be careful of is the dynamic between Eric and Josh."

 

"What do you mean?"

 

"Let's say Josh tells you two next week he is gay. First, how will Eric accept that announcement? Second, will Eric take advantage of being the older brother and force Josh to do things he doesn't want to do or isn't ready for? Third, will Josh pursue Eric and force Eric into doing things he doesn't want to do?"

 

"I don't think Eric will be bothered if Josh is gay, but I'm not sure what you're worried about happening between them. It doesn't seem likely if Eric's straight and Josh's gay they would do anything with each other."

 

"Unlikely, yes, unheard of, no. A straight guy who wants a blowjob will take it anywhere he can get it, even his younger brother if he thinks he can force him into it. A straight guy who wants to screw someone and doesn't have a willing girlfriend could possibly force a younger brother into submitting. A gay guy who wants to experiment and see what it's like to suck a dick or be fucked could entice an older brother into doing it. I'm not saying any of those will happen for sure, but you need to know it's possible."

 

"Hell, I hadn't thought about that. But what do I do if it does?"

 

"You need to set boundaries for your boys, Rick. Let them know that as long as the two of them agree to anything that might happen between them, then you don't have a problem with it. You know they're going to play around, either with friends or each other, so don't fight it, openly accept it with some guidelines. What you need to know about and they need to tell you is if either one forces the other into anything. If that happens, then you have a serious problem on your hands that needs to be dealt with immediately."

 

"Gotcha, Max. I really appreciate your help and advice. You can be sure I'll follow through with it. As long as my boys are safe and happy, then I will be, too."

 

I looked to the other end of the pool for a moment and discovered Joey and Josh had separated themselves from the others and were huddled close together in the opposite corner. I could only imagine the conversation in which the two appeared to be deeply involved. I tapped Rick's shoulder and pointed towards the pair which earned a rather wide and mischievous grin from him. Eric was obviously enjoying himself, also, as he was tossing and flipping the other boys right and left as fast as they could get back to him. As we were watching the boys have fun, the shelter door opened and Tom and Dylan strolled in, making their way towards us.

 

Once resettled in the corner with us, I asked, "Were you two able to solve all the troubles of the world?"

 

They both chuckled and Tom answered, "Not by a long shot, babe, but I think we've created a good start to solving one of them."

 

"And what's that mean?" Rick asked.

 

"I'm going to work with Tom in his new endeavor," Dylan grinned. "Guess y'all are gonna be seein' a lot more of me around here than you used, too."

 

"I think we've already seen all there is, haven't we, Dylan?" Rick laughed.

 

"Well, yeah, I suppose so. But, at least now I have something to look forward to when I'm done bein' a cop. I really wasn't thinking about what happens next when I decided to resign."

 

"That sounds great, Dylan," I commented. "It'll be nice having you around more. I think you'll be a great influence on the boys. It'll be interesting to see Ron's reaction to you bein' here."

 

"Wait, who's Ron?" Dylan asked.

 

"Ron Cain," I answered, spelling his last name. "He's a guy we've hired to come in and help us deal with things like cooking, cleaning, transportation, whatever. Once Tom actually gets back to work, I think I'm gonna be stretched a bit thin tryin' to keep up with five or six growing boys by myself."

 

"Cain? Is he a skinny white kid, twenty-two or three, bleached, spiked hair, maybe five-ten or so, weighs, maybe, a buck-fifty?"

 

"Yeah, you know him," Tom asked.

 

"Maybe. I think he might be one of the young guys I've run into at my gym. We've talked a few times here and there, and he seems nice enough. I almost asked him to join me for supper one night, but I talked myself out of it."

 

"Well, you may just get your chance again in a few weeks," Tom chuckled.

 

"No way, Tom, if Max is too pale for my tastes, and he sure as hell is, then Ron is, too."

 

Incredulous with disbelief, Rick asked, "Wait, you tellin' me you're gay, too, Dylan?"

 

"I guess so. I figured Max or Tom would have said somethin' already."

 

"Damn, you had me fooled. I'd have never guessed you for a gay man."

 

"Don't worry, Rick, you're safe. You're too pale for me, too," Dylan laughed and we all joined him in the light-hearted moment. We spent the next half-hour relaxing and chatting about whatever came to mind. I was happy to see Dylan was more relaxed and he seemed to be at peace with himself after the day's troubling events. Rick, for his part, turned out to be quite the jokester and he kept us in stitches the entire time.

 

I finally broke things up when I suggested we call it an evening. With agreement from the others, we climbed out of the pool and headed to grab our towels. As we walked across the concrete, Tom called the boys out to run through a shower before getting their snacks and going to bed. As they climbed the steps out of the pool, it was obvious how much fun they had been having as all were being led around by the smaller of their two heads.

 

As we dried off, I said to the boys, "You all hit the showers and get cleaned up. We'll have a snack of brownies and ice cream when you're all done. And since I think it will be a tight fit for all of you to fit into just two showers, if a couple of you want to use the bathroom in the empty bedroom, go right ahead." Joey and Josh quickly volunteered to share the shower. "Rick, if you want to use the shower in our bedroom, it's all yours. Dylan, you can follow him. Tom and I will wait until later to clean up."

 

We made for the house and as soon as we were inside, the others headed their separate directions to shower while Tom and I turned towards the kitchen to get ready for snacks. We'd just finished getting the brownies cut and on plates when T.J., Mike and Andy returned from their shower. Since we had so many people tonight, we had them sit at the table instead of the counter. Rick joined us next and he helped Tom and I get ice cream in bowls and delivered to the table for the first three. Next to return were Alex, Logan and Eric and they joined the other three already at the table. Dylan followed shortly thereafter, he took an empty seat and joined the others. The only ones missing now were Joey and Josh.

 

I elbowed Tom and whispered, "You might need to roust the last two out of the shower."

 

"Oh, no you don't," he chuckled, "I'm pretty sure it's your turn this time."

 

"Um, you do remember what happened last time I interrupted a shower?"

 

"Life's a risk, babe. Go on, now, do your duty as a parent."

 

I made the trek across the house to get the duo moving. Before opening the bathroom door, I listened for a moment and heard a fair amount of giggling going on. I knocked on the door to provide some warning to the occupants, then pushed the door open. I found Joey sitting on the bench and Josh was standing directly in front of him, covering his crotch with his hands.

 

"Oh, hey, dad, what's up?" Joey asked nonchalantly.

 

"Just came to let you two know your ice cream is melting."

 

Joey stood, turned off the shower, then opened the glass door. "Would you hand us a couple towels, Dad?" he asked. "Please and thank you."

 

As I started to pull towels from the cabinet, Josh grabbed Joey's arm and spun him around. "Dude, what're you doin'? You still got, well, you know..."

 

"Yeah, so what? You think he ain't seen us all with boners before? Think again, Joshy," Joey giggled. "Ain't your dad ever seen you hard?"

 

"Hell, no!"

 

I tossed towels to the two dripping boys and added, "Actually, Josh he has. We all saw all of you when you got out of the pool. And every one of you was hard. And there's nothing to be ashamed of about having an erection."

 

"Oh, yeah, I guess he did," he giggled as he started to dry himself off.

 

"You two better hurry before you have to drink your ice cream," I commented as I left the room to rejoin the rest of the crew. "They're just drying off and should be here in a moment," I announced as I entered the dining room.

 

"Any problems?" Tom asked.

 

"No, they were just sitting on the bench, yakking," I answered with a wink. Joey and Josh finally arrived and took the two empty chairs that had bowls in front of them. Both had wide grins on their faces which caused a bit of a frown to take over Alex's expression. I was sensing some possible trouble brewing in paradise. As the other boys finished their snacks, they rinsed their bowls and plates and dropped them in the dishwasher. After stopping to give everyone hugs goodbye and goodnight, they filtered on to their rooms to climb in bed, knowing Tom and I would be along shortly to make sure they were tucked in.

 

As Joey was leaving the dining room to head for bed with Alex and Logan, he waved for me to follow him. When we were alone in the living room, I asked, "What's up?"

 

"Can Josh spend the night, Dad?"

 

"Sorry, buddy, not tonight," I answered. "You all have school tomorrow and I think if he was here tonight, there wouldn't be much sleeping going on." Joey blushed from my insinuation. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Listen, Josh can stay some night when you don't have to worry about getting up early the next day."

 

"Oh, all right," he grumped. "Can I tell you somethin'?"

 

"You can tell me anything, Joey, you know that."

 

He leaned in close and whispered, "I think I'm in love with Josh."

 

Of all the things I was expecting I might hear, that wasn't one of them. "Whoa, tiger, slow it down just a bit. You just met him for the first time tonight." I led Joey to sit on the couch with me and continued. "What makes you think might be in love with Josh?" I asked.

 

"Well, he's cute as hell, funny and fun to be with, easy to talk to, and ..."

 

"And what?" I prodded.

 

"He makes my tummy do flips when he gets close to me. I ain't never felt like that before."

 

"Do you think he feels the same way about you?"

 

"I don't know, Dad, I was too scared to ask. Hell, I don't even know if he's gay. I think he is, but ... I don't know if he knows if he's gay or not. How the hell can this happen?" he asked covering his face with his hands.

 

"It can't be explained, Joey, it's one of those things that just happens. Look, why don't you get to bed and we can talk more about this tomorrow after school, okay?"

 

"Yeah, okay," he mumbled. "Thanks, Dad, for not laughing at me."

 

"Never, buddy. Now, scoot," I said while ruffling his hair.

 

He leaned in and gave me another hug, adding, "Love you, Dad."

 

"I love you, too, Joey. Tom and I will be there in a few." With that, he headed for bed and I made my way back to the dining room.

 

Just as I entered, Rick stood and announced, "Well, we better get moving, boys. It's close to bedtime and you have school in the morning. Go get dressed and we'll be on our way."

 

"Aw, Dad, do we have to get dressed?" Eric whined. "It's only five minutes to drive home."

 

"Yep, I think we solved one of your problems tonight, Rick," Tom laughed.

 

"Son, I appreciate the fact that you feel comfortable enough to be nude again, but I think doing so in the car is just one step too far, okay?"

 

"All right, Dad. C'mon Josh, let's go find our clothes."

 

As the two boys stalked out of the dining room, Rick added, "Guess I better follow my own advice, shouldn't I? Back in a minute," he added as he walked through the kitchen to our bedroom.

 

"I think I should probably be headin' out, too, guys," Dylan commented. "Thanks for lettin' me hang out with y'all tonight `cause I really didn't want to be alone. I'm still not sure how I got here, but I'm glad I did. Tom, as good a cop as you were, you're an even better friend and I thank you for talkin' to me tonight. You really helped put all this shit into the right perspective. Max, I know we haven't known each other that long, but I believe you're probably one of the kindest men on the planet and I'm very proud to be your friend." By the time he shut up, all three of us were having trouble seeing through the tears that had welled up in our eyes.

 

"Dylan, you're a good man who has had a very shitty couple of days. But you're stronger than you know and you're going to be just fine. You know you're welcome here any time, day or night. There will always be a spot for you in our hearts and our home." Before he could escape to retrieve his clothes, I gave him a hug and he gratefully returned it. When we finally separated, he pulled Tom into a bone-crushing bear hug and just held onto him for a minute. When the two finally parted, tears were running down both their faces. Dylan then did an abrupt about-face and disappeared down the hall to get his clothes.

 

Rick reappeared moments later and asked, "You sure he's okay?" hooking a thumb over his shoulder.

 

"He will be, Rick," Tom answered.

 

"Good. Hey, I really want to thank you guys for asking us to come over. This has been the most fun the boys and I have had since the bitch left us. Whoops, did I just say that out loud?"

 

Tom and I both laughed and I responded, "That's all right, Rick. Your secret's safe with us."

 

"I also want to thank you for helping with my boys. You have no idea what it means to me to see them both happy again."

 

"Glad everything worked out the way we hoped," Tom answered. "There was always the chance it wouldn't."

 

"But it did, and that's what counts," Rick commented as Eric and Josh arrived returned. "Boys say thanks to Max and Tom. We gotta scoot."

 

"Thanks for letting us come over Mr. Sanders and Mr. Wright," Josh said. "I had a great time and I hope we can come back again sometime." Josh then shook both our hands and stepped over to stand by his dad.

 

"You're welcome here anytime Josh. It was a pleasure to meet you and we're glad you enjoyed yourself."

 

"Thanks, from me, too," Eric added. "I had a really good time. I hope I'm included in that invite."

 

"Any time, Eric," Tom replied. Eric then shook Tom's hand and when he turned to me, he smacked my hand out of the way and gave me a hug. In the middle of the hug, he whispered, "I really wanna thank you for teaching me how to masturbate. That was truly awesome." When he released me, he stepped next to his dad, wide smile on his face. Tom looked at me with a confused look on his face and I just shrugged my shoulders.

 

We walked the trio to the front door and after a final round of goodbyes and see ya' laters, they were off. Just as I was about to close the door, Dylan came around the corner and headed for the door also.

 

"Well, boys, enjoy the rest of your night, what little's left of it. I'll keep you updated on the investigation and everything for as long as I can."

 

"You sure you're okay to go home, Dylan?" Tom asked. "You're welcome to stay here tonight."

 

"I'll be fine, guys. But thanks for caring and for the offer." After a quick hug for both of us, he was out the door and on his way home.

 

After closing the door, I commented, "Well, that was a fun night."

 

"For some reason, I'm thinking you had more fun than I did," Tom hinted.

 

"Let's go check on the boys and I'll tell you all about it, big guy." We passed up the twins' room and continued down the hall to look in on Andy, Mike and T.J. first. All three were already sound asleep, so we tucked the covers up over their shoulders then gently leaned in to give them their kiss on the forehead, say good night and I love you.

 

We then backtracked to pop in on the twins and Logan. We found Logan between the twins as they had been the last several days, but instead of the three of them being curled together, Joey and Alex were turned on their sides so their backs were to Logan. Logan was wide awake, but Joey and Alex appeared to be asleep.

 

"Everything okay in here?" Tom whispered.

 

"I ain't sure, guys," Logan whispered back. "They just turned away from each other and it don't matter who I try to curl up with, they jerk away. And they ain't said a word since Joey came in."

 

"Oh, they're talking, Logan, you just don't realize it," I replied. "Joey, Alex, you two okay?"

 

"Yeah, Dad, we're just dandy," Alex answered.

 

"Couldn't be better, Dads," Joey muttered.

 

"If you want to talk about it, we're here, you know that."

 

"Whatever," Joey huffed.

 

"Night, Dads," Alex grumped.

 

Tom and I still gave all three their hugs, kisses, and I loves yous, but only Logan responded in kind. "We'll be up for a while yet if you need us," I said as we turned out the light, closed the door and returned to the living room to relax for a bit.

 

"Any idea what that's all about?" Tom asked as we took our seats.

 

"Maybe. Before Joey went to bed, he told me he thinks he's in love with Josh." Tom let go a low whistle of surprise. "Yeah, my thoughts exactly. And as close as Joey and Alex are, I'm hoping there aren't any problems between them. I'm sure they're `discussing' the development right now."

 

"I bet they are. You really think Alex will have a problem with it?"

 

"You saw how Joey reacted when Alex even thought about Brent. You think Alex is going to be any calmer or more accepting?"

 

"No, probably not. So, tell me, what was with the hug from Eric?"

 

"Oh, that ..." I started, but my thought was interrupted by a head sticking around the corner.

 

"Uh, guys, you might want to come in here, these two are startin' to scare me."

 

"What's going on, Logan," I asked as we got up.

 

"Ain't got a clue, but they're punchin' themselves in the face."

 

Tom and I hustled into their room to find the twins sitting up, facing each other and they were truly punching their own faces. I grabbed Joey and Tom snagged Alex. We sat on the edge of the bed holding their arms so they couldn't hurt themselves anymore. Joey's nose was dripping blood and Alex's right eye was starting to swell and both had tears flowing down their faces.

 

"You two need to stop this right now!" I yelled. "Logan, would you get two cold washcloths from the bathroom, please?" As he zipped to the john, I turned back to the twins and asked, "What do you two think you're doing?"

 

"He started it," Joey whimpered. "I was just layin' there, tryin' to go to sleep when, from outta nowhere, my hands curls itself into a fist and I punched myself, right in the damn nose."

 

"You fuckin' deserved it," Alex spat. "In love, my ass! You wouldn't know love if it punched you in the fuckin' nose, you fuckin' traitor."

 

"Hey!" Tom exclaimed. "That's enough of that kind of talk. Now settle down, both of you."

 

Logan came back with the cold washcloths I'd asked for and Tom and I took a moment to clean faces up before I continued. "Look, didn't we just talk last week about how you can both love each other and still love someone else?"

 

"Well, yeah," Joey sniffled.

 

"I guess," Alex agreed.

 

"And we had that chat because Alex only saw Brent's penis in a bathroom. You both finally agreed you could love each other as brothers still and be able to love someone else, didn't you?" The two grudgingly agreed that to be true. "So why this sudden anger?"

 

"I didn't think he'd fall in love the next damn week," Alex whined.

 

"Alex," Tom intoned calmly, "Falling in love isn't something you can really control, it just happens. Look at your dad and me. That's the way it was for the two of us. One day, we didn't know the other existed and the next, BOOM, we're head over heels for each other. That's just the way it goes sometimes."

 

"Well, yeah, but you guys are grown-ups. He's just a stupid kid, what does he know?"

 

"I know I want to spend time with Josh," Joey answered between his sniffles. "I don't know if it's real love, but I think it is and I want to find out for sure. Hell, Alex, I don't know if he feels the same way, or if he's even gay. But I want to know. And, yeah, I might just be a stupid kid, but so are you sometimes. Makin' me punch my own damn nose. What the hell was that? I didn't even know we could do shit like that."

 

"I didn't either, until it happened," Alex giggled. "I was just so pissed off that when I thought about doin' it myself, you went and did it to yourself."

 

"Yeah, well I hope you like havin' a black eye `cause you freakin' deserved it."

 

"You're right, bro, I did. I'm sorry. I never meant to really hurt you."

 

"I'm sorry, too, Alex, but give me a chance and see what happens. It may be nothin', it might not work out, but I gotta try. You'll like Josh, he's funnier than hell."

 

"All right, already, I get it. I don't have to be happy about it, bro, but I get it."

 

"You two okay, now?" I asked.

 

"Yeah, Dads, we're cool," they chimed.

 

"Good, give each other a hug and crawl in bed, you need to get to sleep."

 

Both boys jumped off our laps and gave each other a hug and a kiss with Logan finally joining the hug once he was sure he wasn't going to get hit.

 

"You two scared the crap outta me. Don't you ever do that again."

 

"We're sorry, Logan," they replied together and then gave him a little kiss on each cheek.

 

"Okay, you three, into bed with ya'," Tom chuckled. They climbed up and curled together as if nothing had happened. We pulled up their covers, shared kisses, goodnights and love yous with all three, again, and left the room.

 

As we settled back into the living room for a bit, Tom commented, "Crisis temporarily averted. I can't imagine what they'll be like in three to four years when the hormones kick in."

 

"Hell on wheels, bubba. You ready for the wild ride?" I chuckled.

 

"I guess we'll find out together. Now, back to Eric ..."

 

 

On the drive home, Eric and Josh were pretty quiet. It seemed like such a good idea at the beginning, but I was beginning to worry that maybe tonight's visit with Max, Tom and their boys wasn't such a great idea after all. I soon discovered my worries were unnecessary because as soon as we got in the house, both started peeling their clothes off as they headed to their rooms. I was surprised and amused to see them dropping their shorts as they walked down the hall, stumbling a bit as they did. Surprised, but happy, also. It looked like my boys were really back to being the sweet and carefree kids they used to be. I was still standing there slightly dumbfounded at the changes in them in the past few hours when they came back out of their rooms.

 

"What're you lookin' at, old man?" Eric asked. "Ain't never seen a naked kid before?" he laughed as he wiggled his hips causing his soft penis to waggle back and forth.

 

"Sure, I have, just not around here for quite a while. Wasn't sure I'd ever see you guys comfortable and happy again."

 

"Hey, it was all Eric's fault," Josh protested. "If it wasn't for him tryin' to hide his boners from everyone, I'da never started wearin' shorts to begin with."

 

"Wait, you knew why I started wearin shorts all the time?"

 

"Dude, you were poppin' wood every time I came into the bathroom and you were in the shower. You tried to hide it, but coverin' your crotch with your hands all the time was a pretty big clue what was happenin'. You acted like you were the only dude to ever get a boner."

 

"That wasn't the only reason, little bro. I also know how much you like to stare at me, and Dad, whenever we're naked. I caught your shorts tented a lot after lookin' at us."

 

"Yeah, big deal, I'd get hard, what can I say? And I like to look at naked guys, too. What're you gonna do, sue me?"

 

Eric suddenly looked back to me and asked, "Well, you gonna get naked, too?"

 

"Um, yeah, I guess. As long as you guys are okay with it."

 

"Go ahead, Dad, won't bother us a bit, will it, Josh?"

 

"No, I kinda like it when we're all naked together," he giggled.

 

"Well, okay, then, why don't you find something to watch on the tube and I'll be back in a few minutes." I turned to head to my bedroom and get undressed, then used the bathroom before rejoining my sons to watch a little TV. I was still a little worried I was doing the right thing, but I also realized if I wasn't willing to join them, they'd probably go right back to being the moody, clothed kids they had been for the last year or so. And since I didn't want that, I felt I should at least give it a try. As I walked back down the hall and turned for the family room, I was suddenly quite self-conscious about my body. Sure, I was no stranger to it and I really couldn't say my boys were either, but I felt the unbearable urge to cover my crotch as I stepped in to join my sons. Eric was laid out on the couch while Josh was laying on the floor, ass up.

 

"Oh, c'mon, Dad, if you're gonna hide behind your hands, you might as well be wearing your damn boxers," Eric cracked when he saw me. "Besides, we already know what you look like. You ain't gonna surprise nobody here."

 

Josh turned away from the tube and added, "Yeah, Dad, loosen up. It's just us guys here, just like at Joey's house. Who cares?"

 

"All right, already," I commented as I lifted my hands above my head. "You happy, now?"

 

"Much better, Dad," Eric replied, giving me a light round of applause.

 

"Not yet, but I'm getting' there," Josh giggled as he wiggled his ass.

 

"So, did you guys have fun tonight?" I asked, trying to start a conversation about our experience.

 

"I know I did," Eric gushed. "That Mr. Sanders is one cool dude. I want to go back some time. You think we can?"

 

"Max said we were always welcome, so I'm sure we'll do it again."

 

"I liked it, too, Dad," Josh added. "That was a lot of fun. It's kinda neat knowin' there are others who like to be naked, too."

 

"It was different," I agreed. "I was much more relaxed after the first few minutes, though. Of course, getting undressed in the same room with Dylan was a rather humbling experience."

 

"Yeah, he was somethin' else. Really nice guy, though. It sucks one of his guys got killed today."

 

"Yeah, it does. You could tell how much he's hurtin'." We finally settled in to watch the basketball game the boys had found. About twenty minutes later, Josh rolled over and sat up to look at me. "What is it son?" I asked.

 

"I need to tell you somethin', Dad."

 

"Okay, what is it?"

 

"Before you say anything," Eric interrupted, "do you want me here?"

 

"Why not?" Josh asked. "I'm sure dad will tell you later, anyway. Might as well just hear it from me."

 

"C'mon, son, you can tell me anything. Just spit it out."

 

"Well, I've been kinda thinkin' it over for a while, ya' know goin' back and forth over it in my mind, just tryin' to figure some things out, but hangin' with Joey tonight really make me think I am, but I might not be, but hell, I just don't know." He ended his ramblings with a disgusted toss of his hands in the air. "You're not mad at me, are you?"

 

Eric and I exchanged a confused look and I asked him, "You know what he's talkin' `bout, Eric?"

 

"Not a freakin' clue, Dad," Eric chuckled.

 

"Josh, I'm not sure how I feel because I don't know what you're tryin' to say," I replied calmly, leaning forward on my knees, trying to show him I was confused.

 

He looked at me like I'd suddenly sprouted a horn in the middle of my forehead, not believing I hadn't understood what he was trying tell us. "Geez, do I need to spell it for you?" he asked, exasperation flooding his words. "Okay, I think I'm gay, g – a – y, you got it, now? And as if that ain't enough, I think I'm in love with Joey."

 

I gave a little chuckle and through my surprise answered, "Yeah, Josh, I got. Why did you think I'd be mad about it?" I took a moment to look at Eric and realized he was speechless at Josh's announcement.

 

"Well, `cause it ain't normal, is it? But after goin' over to Mr. Sanders' house tonight and hangin' out with Joey and all the others, I guess is ain't so weird after all. It seems most all of them are gay, aren't they?"

 

"No, Josh, it isn't weird and you're right, most of them are. Can I ask you a few questions, though?"

 

"Why not, maybe you can help me figure it all out."

 

"I'll do my best. I guess the first question is this, why do you think you might be gay?"

 

"Well, this'll probably sound sick to you and him, but whenever I play with my pecker, I ain't thinkin' `bout girls. I'm thinkin' `bout you or Eric, what you look like when you're naked. And now I'll be thinkin' `bout Joey, too."

 

"Okay, next, have you ever experimented or played around with another boy?"

 

"Not until tonight, no. The only other one I'm close enough to even think about doing somethin' with is him," Josh answered while pointing to his brother. "But since he's so afraid to be seen with a hardon, I couldn't really ask him about none of this, could I?"

 

"Well, I can see how askin' Eric about it would feel odd. But you said not until tonight, what do you mean by that."

 

"You sure you won't be mad?" After a quick shake of my head, Josh plowed on. "Well, when we were in the pool, Joey and I were hangin' out in a corner by ourselves for a while and we were playin' with each other. Under the water, you know? And it felt really good. It never felt that good doin' it to myself." I nodded my head in agreement but remained silent so he'd continue. "Then when we got out of the pool and took our shower together, well things got really crazy in there."

 

"What happened in the shower?"

 

"Oh, man, I can't tell you `bout that. You'll beat my ass for bein' a sick pervert."

 

"Josh, listen to me. I'll never hurt you for being who you are and doing what makes you feel good. I mean that with all my heart. And just to show you I won't think anything you did is wrong or sick, let me tell you both about what I did when I was your ages. I had this group of really close friends and almost every time two or three of us were together, we'd get naked and play with each other's dicks, jerk each other off and even sometimes suck a dick. So, there's absolutely nothin' you could have done that I haven't done, also. Not all boys will do those things with each other, but a lot do. It's just you won't find many who will freely admit to themselves or their sons all the things we've done. I talked quite a bit with Max tonight and he kinda opened my eyes to some realities of life I guess I was afraid to admit were real. That was one of them."

 

"Really, you've sucked another dude's dick before? That's freakin' cool, Dad. So, yeah, that's what Joey and I did in the shower," he giggled as he carried on. "We sucked each other and that felt so good, I didn't want it to stop. But his dad knocked on the door and interrupted us. And when he came in the bathroom, Joey just opened the shower door and stood there with his hardon stickin' straight out. It blew my mind he'd let his dad see him hard like that."

 

"Boys, I'm going to tell both of you right now, there's nothing wrong with having an erection or being seen with one. They happen to all of us. It's the most natural thing in the world and there's no reason to be embarrassed about it."

 

"That's a good thing, Dad, `cause talkin' about all this has got me hard as a rock," Josh giggled. As if to prove his point, he stood up and held his arms out wide allowing Eric and I to see his three and half inch hard penis jutting out from his hairless groin. I hadn't seen either one of my sons with an erection since they were babies and now I'd seen them both in that state in one night. And even though I'm as straight as straight can get, I had to admit they were both beautiful boys. At least their mother had done one thing right in her miserable life.

 

"Oh, so we've progressed to show and tell, have we? Okay, here goes nothin'." I stood and mimicked Josh's posture, exposing my stiff seven and a half incher to my sons for the first time ever.

 

"Wow, Dad, your dick looks really cool when it's hard. It's kinda cute how it curves to the right a little," Josh chuckled. "C'mon, Eric, you next. I wanna see you with wood, too, bro."

 

Eric sorta shook himself out of his silent stupor and reengaged with Josh and me. "Oh, what the hell," he said as he stood and assumed the position.

 

"Ohmigod, dude, your pecker is so sweet! I didn't look too close at you at Joey's house, I was too interested in him. You've grown a lot since the last time we took a bath together, and you got hair, too. That is so fuckin' cool." Josh exclaimed. "Can I touch it, ple-e-e-ease," he whined.

 

"Hang on there, Josh. Before anything like that happens, there need to be some ground rules laid out for you. Both of you come over here and sit down." I waited until all three of us were sitting on the couch before carrying on. "Okay, this is something Max told me about and it makes sense to me so here's what we're going to do in this house from now on. I had sex play with my friends when I was your age and I know both of you will do the same damn things, so it's unrealistic of me to expect you not to. I just want us all to be open and honest about it, okay." After nods from both I continued.

 

"You can do whatever you want with or to each other as long as you follow these conditions. One, any sex play between you happens in your bedrooms with the door closed. I may know what's going on, but that doesn't mean I want to watch it. Two, whatever, uh, `activities' you engage in, you both have to agree to it. If one of you says no, that's it, game over. Three, if you have questions about anything you want to try, please come ask me before you do it. I'd rather answer a few questions here and there than have you guys hurt each other. Fourth, whatever you do together does not get discussed outside this house. If word gets out I'm letting you two do this shit, you're gonna get taken away and I'm gonna go to jail. Fifth, and last, you will never force the other to do anything they don't want to do. If I ever hear about force being used, I'll cut you off."

 

"Gulp, you mean like cut off our dicks?" Josh asked.

 

"Absolutely not, Josh. Just no more sex play."

 

"Oh, thank God. You scared the crap outta me. I don't wanna lose my dick."

 

"And I don't want to lose you two. So, do you think you both can agree to those conditions?"

 

"Yeah, Dad, I can," Eric replied. "What about you Josh?"

 

"I'm in if you are. I've wanted to play with your dick for years."

 

"What about you, Dad? Are you gonna follow the same rules?" Eric asked.

 

"I don't expect to be involved in your activities, but, on the off chance you talk me into it, then yes, I follow the same rules."

 

"Cool, we got a deal, then?"

 

"Deal, boys. Let's shake on it." We all three shook hands and the deal was sealed. When Josh pulled his hand out of my grip, he let drop into my lap and ran it along the length of my still erect shaft, from pubic hair to the very tip, where he lightly cupped my glans with his hand. I shuddered in delight at the feel of another hand on my cock, but I knew I couldn't let that happen. I gently removed his hand from my member and calmly said, "Sorry, son, that's off-limits."

 

He promptly turned to Eric and asked, "What about you, dude, is yours off-limits too?"

 

"Hell no, now that I'm hard again, I gotta get off or it'll never go soft."

 

Josh wasted no time in wrapping his hand around Eric's shaft and asking, "Then what are we waiting for, dude, let's go." Josh stood and Eric followed his lead since his cock was still tightly wrapped up in his little brother's hand.

 

"Wait, I have one more thing I want to ask Josh. Come back and sit down, please," I requested. They stopped and returned to the couch where they sat back down. Josh maintained his grip on Eric's stiff penis the entire time and I had to admit to myself it was kind of cool to see the closeness my boys were recovering. "Right after you told us you think you're gay, you added that you think you're in love with Joey. What makes you think that?"

 

"I don't know how to describe it, Dad. I just feel something special with him I ain't never felt before, a kind of connection between us. I love both you and Eric, but it's a different feeling with you two than it is with Joey."

 

"Did you ask him if he felt the same way about you?"

 

"Oh, hell no! I mean, how the hell do you ask another a guy if he loves you?"

 

"You just have to screw up your courage and do it, just like I did years ago with your mom." I noticed surprise light up their eyes at that statement. "Oh, don't look so shocked, boys. Despite where we are today, at one time your mom I loved each other very much. If we didn't, you two wouldn't be here right now. Now, back to Joey. I'm guessing you'd like to spend more time with him, see if he feels the same way."

 

"Oh, yeah, you have no idea."

 

"Well, let me talk to Max and see what we can work out, okay. I want you to think about one thing, though, Josh. How do you think his brother, Alex, will feel about you? Do you think he'll accept you or will you cause problems between them?"

 

"How should I know how Alex feels? I just want to find out if I'm right about Joey. If I am, then together we can figure out Alex. Does that make sense?"

 

"Yeah I guess it does. Okay, let me see what we can do. You two go have some fun," I added with a grin, flashing back to myself at their ages, knowing full well the fun they were going to have.

 

I sat and watched as the two disappeared down the hallway and made the left turn into Josh's bedroom. God, what have I done? I returned my attention to the stupid basketball game, but I couldn't keep my mind off what was going on down the hallway. As I listened to mindless drivel of the announcers leaking out of the boob tube, I couldn't help but hear the very distinct sounds of intense pleasure drifting down the hall and assaulting my ears. Without thinking, I let my right hand drop into my lap and began to mindlessly fondle my hardness.

 

I lasted about five minutes before I couldn't take it any longer, turned off the TV and headed to my own room to deal with my hard situation. A strange thing happened on the way, though, and I ended standing outside my youngest son's room. With little hesitation on my part, I pushed the door open and asked, "You guys got room for one more in here?"

 

"You bet dad!" Eric exclaimed.

 

 

"Damn it, Max, you have to quit doing that shit," Tom vented.

 

"Yeah, I know. But look, Rick was right there the whole time. Eric was begging for something, anything to ease his pain. And trust me, he was experiencing pain, I could see it in his eyes. You know how it feels when you've been hard forever and can't achieve a release. The pressure keeps building and it starts to hurt. I felt I had to help him out because his dad sure as hell wasn't."

 

"That's not what I'm talking about, babe. Just once, I wish you'd let me help a kid out," Tom grinned.

 

I couldn't help but laugh. "All right big guy, I promise, next one is all yours."

 

"Thank you. Nice of you to share."

 

"I know a guy you could help out right now." I spread my legs wide to expose my erection and added, "He's starting to feel some pain, too, and wouldn't mind a helping hand. Or mouth. Or ass, even."

 

Tom's grin split his face and he retorted with a husky voice, "Come with me, little boy." He then held out his hand, helped me up from my chair and led me to the bedroom where I did, indeed, come with him. Three glorious, mind-blowing, draining times.

 

 

Just a quick note on the `cryin' in my pretzels' line. Everybody's heard about `cryin' in your beer' when you're down in the dumps and feeling sorry for yourself. Well, I hate that particular saying since I don't drink, but my replacement actually comes from a song by Neil Diamond, who I've listened to for at least 45 of my 55 years and seen 7 or 8 times in concert. If you'd like to hear the song, you can find it on YouTube here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h1X5Wvl2_2Q.