This is the backstory of some
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/adult-youth/new-reality/
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/adult-youth/twin-trials/
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/submitting-to-jesse
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I woke to the sound of Troy and Victor giggling as they came
up the stairs. I wanted to see what they were planning, so I pretended to be
asleep. The giggling stopped and I adjusted my hearing so I could follow their
footsteps across the floor of my room. They hesitated at my bedside. When I
felt the blanket lift, I leapt from the bed, grabbing them both and throwing
them to the bed. I proceeded to tickled the two screaming boys until they
threatened to piss on my bed.
I sat on the bed as the boys got their breathing under
control, then threw an arm around each one and held them tight to my side, asking
"Care to explain how I wake up to find two naked pups in my room?"
They both started giggling again, but Troy was able to answer "You said you'd
take us flying so we came to wake you up."
"That explains why you're here. How did you get in and why
are you naked?"
Victor replied "Mickey let us in. You told us it was ok to
be naked here, so we shucked off."
I shook my head and laughed. "Ok boys. Well, we can't fly
naked, so go get dressed."
That got a cheer. Two naked butts scrambled out of my room
while I got up and got dressed. I found them still naked in the kitchen,
enjoying Mickey's cooking. I picked up the phone and called the Met office to
get the weather. After listening to the forecast, I turned to the boys.
"Bad news guys. There's a front
coming through this morning, so we have to cancel. I have to get up early for
work, so I can't go this evening."
This got an immediate round of whines and complaints, with both asking a
version of "why not, you fly the airliners in the rain". Mickey and I explained
that flying an airliner in weather was much different than flying a small,
single engine plane in weather. Add that the flight was just for pleasure, and
it simply wasn't worth the risk. We explained the
concept of risk/reward and added that as pilots, the lives of everyone on our
plane were in our hands. We all had stories of times we had delayed take-off
due to weather.
The boys where still vocally complaining when Clint came in
and shouted "Shut it!" which got the desired response as we all looked towards
him in shock. "Good, now I can hear myself think. Shit happens, and I won't have pups in this house that can't accept reality."
The boys looked properly abashed and Troy said "We're sorry, Mr. Clint. It's just disappointing. We know we can't
always get what we want."
Clint grinned and said "Mick Jagger you ain't. How
would you boys like to be our tour guides? Buckingham Palace or the Tower?"
Three hours later, we were watching the changing of the guard at Windsor
Castle. The boys laughed at us for not knowing that the ceremony happened at
Windsor as well as Buckingham. We spent hours wandering the grounds, exploring the
State Apartments, St. George's Chapel, and the other treasures of the castle.
On the drive home, I mentioned work and the boys were quite
unhappy to learn that I would not be home for a week. I pointed out that they
got home from school too late for us to fly, and promised to save weekends for
them. They seemed to accept this, and when we got home, they jumped the wall
and headed to their place.
We were going through the kitchen when Mickey stopped,
turned to me, and said "What are we going to do?" Clint stopped too, waiting
for my answer.
I sighed. I knew this was coming and I didn't
have a good answer. I looked at my friends and bit my lip. I had known these
men for almost 300 years and now I had put them in a compromising situation. I opened
the refrigerator and poured myself a drink, then sat at the table. My friends
were wanting an answer, so they sat with me and waited patiently.
Finally, I looked my friends in the eyes and said "I want to
tell them." They didn't react, so I went on "I think Troy might be my mate. I know
he's got a crush on me, and I have feelings for him as
well. Victor and Troy are joined at the hip, so if I tell one, I tell them
both."
Mickey took a deep breath and asked "Are you going to seek permission from
Alpha Sanchez? Or Alpha Ness? Or just do it?"
I shook my head "I'm not going to change them, just tell them the truth."
Clint gave a humorless laugh and said "And risk everything, for millions of us."
"Look, if it goes bad, we can play it off as the imagination of teen boys,
right? No one would believe them if they betrayed us. And do you really think
they will? Do you think I would risk it if I thought for one second that they
would?"
Mickey reached across the table and put his hand on mine. He
squeezed and said "You go with your heart, we're here for you, regardless."
Clint nodded and said "We are here for you, always. You know
that."
I smiled at my old friends, then cleared my throat and asked "And what about
you two? Has this job offer changed your minds about refreshing?"
Mickey shook his head as he said "The new job means we can't
right now, you know that. We can't be new pilots and go to Wichita, and there's
not enough time to train to that level again."
I held up my hand to silence them and said "Just listen for
a minute, please?" They both nodded, so I continued "I want you both to think
about this, and be honest. When we came here, the plan was for the two of you
to renew and I retire from British. After that, nothing was really discussed. I
now understand why Alpha Sanchez didn't say what he
had in mind. I'm willing to bet that, if you wanted to renew, Alpha Ness could
get enough documentation for both of you to fly."
I could tell they wanted to argue, but they stayed quiet as I went on "This is
a dream job, and honestly, if the two of you want to refresh, I'll put in my
papers."
Clint's face showed his shock, but Mickey was more contemplative. He was slowly
nodding, as he said "You're hooked on this kid, aren't you? You want us to
change now, so we can stay here until he's an adult."
I grinned as I said "You know me too well, old friend. But please believe me, I'm looking at this for all of us. The neighbors most likely
haven't noticed us, so if you change now, you're my
nephews. I'm helping your piloting career, and training
you, but most important, we can stay here for 10-15 years. I can figure things
out with Troy, and you get several years of a perfect job."
Mickey leaned forward and said "I'm not saying yes, but if
we'd do this, tell me how you see it working out."
Inwardly I was shouting for joy. Mickey was hooked, and I knew it. The
temptation of being 20 again, and having a job that allowed him more time off
than we'd ever had, was too much. Clint would do
whatever Mickey and I decided. Not that he was weak, just that he enjoyed our
company and the peace of allowing us to guide him. I leaned back and thought
for a few moments, then looked at my friends.
"I have enough leave time that I can put in my papers and
walk away after working next week. If I did that, we call Alpha Sullivan and
fly to Boston. The two of you refresh and we get ID saying you're
23 or so, flight logs made up to have you both cleared for instrument, turbine,
and multi, with maybe 2300 hours? Then we go on to Wichita, get certified, and
bring home the new toy."
When Mickey interrupted with "If one of us is younger, with fewer hours, you
can sell being our `trainer' easier." I knew he had accepted my plan.
I nodded, then looked to Clint. He shrugged, so I picked up
the phone and called Alpha Ness. After explaining everything to him, including
Troy, we got his blessing to put our plan in action. I looked at the clock,
then made another call.
"Hey Bob, sorry to bother you at home, but I wanted to give
you as much warning as possible."
"Why do I get the feeling I'm not going
to like this call? What's up Ted?"
I sighed and said "Well, probably because you're not going
to like this call. I got an offer to fly private, and I can't
turn it down. I'll be putting my papers in when I come
to Heathrow in the morning. I'll fly this week and
sign off on Jake, but after that, I'm gone."
"I won't try to change your mind, Ted. I
know private is much more relaxed, and I'm guessing
you'll make as much, or more money. Can I ask what you're
going to fly?"
"A guy I know is sending me to Wichita to pick up a Citation 3. And you're right, it's more the hours than the money, but the
money's good too. I really am sorry to leave you in a spot like this."
"If I got an offer, I'd
be gone too. Don't worry about it. Give me a call when
you bring that thing back, I'd love to see it."
"Sure thing, Bob. Maybe I'll see
you tomorrow, when I'm in. Goodnight."
I turned to Mickey and Clint and asked "Should we tell the
boys now? Or wait?"
Clint shrugged as Mickey said "Now's as good a time as any. The question is, if
they take it bad, then what?"
"I guess that depends on how bad they take it. I don't
think that's going to be a problem though. How about you two cook up some
dinner, I'll go get the boys. Let's
get this over with."
Clint and Mickey got up and started sorting out dinner while
I went next door. The boys were surprised, but happily accepted the invite to
dinner and even convinced their mother to let them spend the night. When she
reminded them to take clean clothes, they laughed. I explained that I worked
tomorrow, so they would be home early enough to get ready for school here.
I brought the boys in through the front, and had barely
closed the door before they were tossing their clothing in a pile. Victor ran
to the kitchen to see what was for dinner, but Troy turned to me and asked "What's
up?"
"What do you mean?"
He raised an eyebrow and said "When we got home, you wanted to rest for work.
Now, you've invited us over and we're spending the
night. What's changed?"
I shook my head and said "You're going to make my life very
complicated, aren't you pup? Yes, something's up. Let's go get Victor and we can talk, ok?"
Troy nodded, so we went to the kitchen. Clint and Mickey were making sure they
needed to focus on their cooking, so I took the boys into the living room. I pointed
them to the couch, and sat in the chair opposite. I wasn't
sure how to explain things, and was chewing on my lip, when Victor spoke.
"Don't worry, Ted. We won't tell anyone."
When I looked up, confused, Troy said "We know not to say anything about what
happened, or about hanging out here naked and stuff."
I laughed, and said "Well, that is one thing, yeah, but I already knew that you
guys wouldn't say anything. That's not it, though."
Again, I was at a loss for how to begin, when I spotted it. I reached over and
grabbed the VHS tape as I said "Have you guys seen this movie?"
Troy was looking at me as Victor said "Yeah, it was awesome. It's the funniest
horror movie I've ever seen!"
Troy was still staring at me, so I asked "What are you
thinking pup?"
He tilted his head and said "You'll laugh if I'm wrong. If I'm
right, your secret's safe with us. I'll never tell
anyone. Victor won't either, I know he won't."
I looked to see Victor looking from the movie dust cover to
me, putting his thoughts together. Finally, he asked "I guess it's not like the movie, huh?"
"What's not like the movie?"
He pointed at the tape and said "Well he couldn't control when he changes. It's
the full moon tonight, and you're not changing, so the movie got it wrong."
I smiled and said "So you think I'm a werewolf?"
Troy nodded and said "Like I said, we won't tell no one, honest."
I looked at both of them and asked "You don't think I'm crazy for believing in
stuff like this? You're not scared?"
They looked at each other a moment, then Troy nodded. Victor
looked at me and said "When we was little our foster
father took us camping. Not this one, the one where we first met. So, we was camping and I had to pee and I woke Troy up cause I didn't
wanna go outside alone. We're
standing there peeing and we saw this light come up out of the woods and shoot
across the sky. Since then, I've known there's stuff I
don't understand. That don't make it not real."
As Victor was telling me this, Troy was nodding his agreement.
He added "And we're not scared of you, Ted. You'd
never hurt us. I knew that from the first minute I saw you."
I knelt in front of them and said "You're right, that I'd
never hurt you. Either of you. But I'm not a werewolf.
Well, not in the sense that you think of them."
I looked up as Mickey came in. He looked at the boys and said "If you were able
to time travel back to visit George III at Windsor, and you told him about your
flying around the other day, he would either think you were insane or a witch,
right?"
The boys nodded, so I said "But you are not insane, because it's true. And you're not a witch, but from how they see things, you have
to be, right?"
Again, they nodded, but I could see Troy thinking, so I waited. He looked at me
and said "So you're not a werewolf, but you might seem like one, to someone
that doesn't understand?"
I looked at Mickey, making sure he agreed. Troy noticed the
look and said "Honest, Ted, your secret is safe with us. Please tell us."
Mickey nodded, so I said "For centuries, we have called ourselves vampires. While
I don't know everything, to my knowledge, there are no
werewolves. We believe those myths are based on humans having seen us in our
beast form."
Troy was silently considering what I had said. Victor, true to
his nature, said "Can we see your beast? Please?"
I turned to Mickey, and he said "In for a penny..." and
shifted.
Victor stared in awe at Mickey's elongated fingernails,
pointed ears, and fangs. He gasp when he noticed the
red eyes. Troy only glanced at Mickey, then turned to look at me, waiting. I
shrugged and shifted.
Troy grinned, but the reaction that surprised me was when his
cock went to fully erect. He licked his lips and mumbled "So fuckin hot."
I leaned in and nipped his lips with my fangs, then said "Yeah, pup, you are." Then I kissed him. He moaned, and I felt him shoot onto my thigh.