Date: Sat, 12 Jan 2019 02:33:38 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: Going to the Dogs [Contrary to what the title may indicate, this is not a story about sex with animals but rather a tale of sexual encounters between teenage boys and an older man. You must be eighteen to enjoy this story. If it against the law where you are to read stories like this you are kindly requested to leave and not read this story. It is only a fictional story for your reading pleasure. If you wish to comment or send feedback, do so to tryitlikeit27@yahoo.com. ] Going to the Dogs by Jonathan Perkins Copyright 2019 All Rights Reserved Going to the Dogs My name is Brian Welch. I am a retired builder, enjoying the fruits of my labor with my wife and very content with my life, my straight heterosexual life. Well, straight until recently that is. One of my last projects was to build a McMansion and dog kennel for Preston Cooper, a man who was my son's best friend through school. He became a very successful corporate attorney and is still a very dear part of our extended family. He only has one son, Peter, as his wife died in childbirth with their second child. He never remarried but spends as much time with his son as possible, given the nature of his career. My wife and I have become surrogate parents, or grandparents if you will for Peter. When Preston has to travel for business, Peter will often come and stay with us although now he is entering his senior year in high school he will sometimes opt to stay home alone and my wife or I will stop in and check on him. Such was the case when Peter was having his annual cook out / pool party for his high school football team and Preston had to fly to the West Coast rather abruptly. I would often help Preston with his kennel of prize dogs, feeding and cleaning the kennels and exercising the dogs when he was away. I enjoyed it and did not look upon this as work. But this time he added another facet to the routine. "Brian, I have to go to California on short notice and I know you don't mind helping with the dogs but I have another request that I know may be asking a lot of you." "Always glad to help you, you know that Preston" I replied before knowing what his request was but he was never unreasonable or out of line with favors. "Peter's team cook out party is this weekend and I won't be here. I was wondering if I could impose on you to come over and chaperone the party. I know each of his teammates and they are all good kids and I don't anticipate and problems. But after all, they are teenagers and with no adult around for a steadying influence . . . well, I'd just feel more comfortable if you could be here. The party is Saturday from noon to 6. Peter and I have made all the arrangements for food and all you have to do is come over, eat and sit by the pool and oversee the kids. Its going to be co-ed. What's a teenage pool party with out bikini clad girls." "That would be no problem at all. I'd rather enjoy it actually. It's been a while since I had cookouts and parties for you and my sons growing up. I miss all the activity. I'd bring my wife buts she is on a cruise with hers sisters." "I told Peter no alcohol and he just smiled at me and said 'Of course not Dad, we wouldn't think of it' but you and I well know that there is bound to be a case of beer show up. He has been admonished about it but as long as it doesn't get out of hand I'll just be content in the fact that he told me no alcohol and I know I have the perfect adolescent." Preston laughed as he slapped my back. "As were you as a teenager. I know you never drank until you were legal age" I winked back at him. "I'll be discreet and let them think they're getting away with something but keep it in check, just as I did with you boys." Preston was very close to Peter. After his wife died, Preston stayed home as much as he could for Peter. As his practice became more successful it was more difficult to carve out as much time as he wanted. I helped fill in for him but it wasn't the same. Peter and I became very close, but as an uncle. When Peter started playing sports Preston would attend as many of the games as he could. But no matter what, Tuesday and Thursday supper were reserved for he and Peter to spend father and son time. By high school Peter was firmly entrenched in the tradition but was worried football practice would interfere. The coach held practice every afternoon but ended it early on those two days. Peter thought that was a great coincidence but learned later that his Preston had donated the new weight room and equipment to the school only on the provision that practice on his two days would end early. Preston also had a client that demanded a late evening meeting with Preston at his office. Preston offered to have his assistant conduct the meeting but the client wanted Preston or he would take his business elsewhere. Peter overheard the phone conversation as his father told the client that he would have a courier deliver all the client's paperwork in the morning and it was good doing business him. Peter tried to object to his father loosing a client over one dinner. But Preston explained that he had hundreds of clients but only one son. And that son was more important than all of those clients combined. That was the kind of relationship they shared. The next day I was replacing a broken light switch in the kennel when Peter came up to me. "Dad told me he was going to be out of town for the cook out and you were going to be here as a chaperone. I was a little disappointed that Dad won't be here, the team all like him. But I'm glad he asked you to fill in. The team will get along fine with you I'm sure.' "And I will be glad to get to know your friends. But just know, I'm not going to be all over your party. I'll just be quietly lurking in the background to make sure no one drowns or breaks anything in the house." "Uncle Brian, there has never been anything quiet about you and you know it." Peter said back to me with his devilish grin. "Well, it's your party and your friends and I don't want to be a damper on your fun. It's your senior year coming up and these are the kind of activities that mean a lot and make great memories for you." Peter leaned in and gave me a hug; "You're the greatest Uncle Brian. You'd never be a damper and I'm glad you'll be here." The day of the cookout arrived and I went over to the house at 10 to help Peter get things set up. Typical of Peter, he already had the chairs and table set up, extra towels set out, decorations put around and prep done for the food. "Well, Peter, if all this is done already, what have to left for me to do?" "Just wait for the guests to arrive and then sit back and be you're usual entertaining self" Peter laughed. "In that case, I'll go check on the dogs. They sound unusually quiet this morning." "That's because I already feed them and turned them out in they're runs." "What the heck time did you get up this morning?" "I was up at 5. I wanted to get a head start and have everything ready. You're here to chaperone, not be a housemaid." "You know I like helping with the dogs and I also enjoy helping you. If everything is done already this will give us some time to sit and chat before your guests arrive." Peter and I got a cold soda and sat by the pool and talked about how grown up and responsible he had become, what his plans were for college and a career, and how proud his father was of him. "I don't think I want to go into law and I'm afraid Dad will be disappointed with me." "Your grandfather, rest his soul, didn't want your Dad to go into the law profession but it was a burning desire for your dad for as long as I can remember. But he didn't stand in your dad's way and was also very proud of your dad and what he accomplished. I was with your dad when his father passed. The old man lay in his hospital bed, opened his eyes and looked up at your dad. 'You're a good son and I couldn't have asked for any better.' He closed his eyes and that was his last breath. Your dad and I cried and hugged each other and then just sat by his bedside and told our favorite stories about him as he lay in peace next to us. Your dad will be just as proud of you no matter what you do. A lawyer, a doctor, a mechanic, a garbage collector. Just as long as you're successful at what you do and enjoy your life. Heck, after seeing all this, you might end up being a party planner!" We both laughed and enjoyed our time talking until we heard the gate open and a group of loud and boisterous football players and their girlfriends came into the pool area. "The Falcons are here, Division champs for three years running, let the party begin!" Peter got up and ran over to them. When they saw me sitting there, they immediately apologized to Peter, saying they didn't know he had company. "This isn't company, this is my Uncle Brian. My Dad had to be out of town this weekend so he asked Uncle Brian to come over and keep an eye on us." One by one they came up and introduced themselves and gave their positions on the team like that was the most important part of them. It felt like the opening of an NFL game on TV. 'Introducing John Doe, playing at quarterback today' hehe. Their politeness and poise impressed me. "I'm just here to make sure no one drowns and to make sure the police arrest the right ones when they finally arrive." Peter burst out laughing as the team looked at me with blank faces not knowing what to make of that last remark. "I'm kidding with you guys. I'm just the responsible adult, not the killjoy. Hopefully you won't even realize I'm here. But I will be if anyone needs anything." With that they all laughed and complimented Peter on having such a cool uncle. As it turns out that was an understatement. The boys were a varied lot. Barry was the smart aleck of the bunch. "So, you like dogs, Uncle Brian? My father used to sell dogs." "Oh really? What breed?" "HOT dogs! He cover them in condom-mints, you know the mints you use after giving a bj with a condom on him, then he slam them into your buns and collect his money." Everyone laughed at Barry's bawdy tale of his father. Larry and Frank were followers. They followed everyone else's lead. When the boys went to look at the pool, they followed behind them. When the Barry went over to the girls and started with the wise cracks they followed and laughed along with him, whether the lines were funny or not. Bobby was the inquisitive one, asking questions about everything and anything. He was like a sponge for knowledge, soaking it all in. And then there was Luke. He was the biggest and shyest of the boys. But they were all well mannered and well behaved, so far. The girls went to change into their swimsuits and the boys wasted no time in jumping in the pool, having arrived in their swimsuits. Everyone was having a good time so I quietly retreated to the family room that had a good view of the patio and the pool area. About an hour went by and Peter came in the family room to "check" on me. "I didn't know where you got to, thought I better check and make sure you were still here." "Its supposed to me checking on YOU, remember?" I reminded Peter with a laugh. "And its working the way it's supposed to be. I'm keeping an eye on your party and you didn't even know I was still here. So far so good. And I think I will have very little to do. Your friends all seem like very nice young adults." "Thanks Uncle Brian. They have already said they think you a pretty cool guy and they don't know you like I do." As I was sitting there I couldn't help notice, and admire, the lean muscular bodies of those young men. Thinking back to my football days, I thought about the time I was in the showers with Tom, another team member, and we were talking about our latest conquests. Of course that resulted in both of us getting hard. As we soaped our bodies we each seemed to be spending more time washing our stiff cocks than anywhere else. Actually we were jerking off quietly and subtly. We both noticed each other stroking and commented how good it felt. I moved my head and some shampoo ran down my face into my eyes. "Dam, what a time to get soap in my eyes" I exclaimed as I stopped stroking, rinsed my hands and tried to clear the soap from my face. "I was just about to cum" I laughed. Tom said, "No problem, let me help." I thought he meant clearing the soap from my face until I felt his big strong hand wrap around my stiff soapy cock and take over stroking. I jumped a little but he held on. It felt so weird but yet so erotic to have another guy's hand on my cock, sliding up and down. I kept my eyes closed even after the soap had cleared so I didn't have to look at him and could just enjoy the feeling. It wasn't very long at all and I shot the biggest load of cum I can remember. "Better?" Tom inquired. "Um . . . yeah . . . I think so. I mean . . . ah . . ." I stammered for the right words. "No worries, Brian. That's what teammates do, help one another out when they need it" he smiled. Not sure where to go with this I shyly asked, "ok . . . do you need help?" not knowing what to expect or want for an answer from him. "No, I'm good. I came just before you did. If I need help next time, I'll let you know" NEXT TME?? What the heck is going on here? It really felt good having him stroke my cock but I'm not gay, and I don't think he is either. He never said another word about that but a couple of weeks later we were again the last ones off the field and alone in the showers. I looked over as he was washing his hair and noticed his cock was sticking straight out, stiff as ever. 'Thinking about your latest conquest again?" I laughingly inquired. 'No, I have younger brothers at home and the only time I get to jerk off is in the shower. So my cock thinks its game time anytime I get into a shower. Can be awkward at times but I don't worry about it with you.' Thinking about the last time that we were alone in the showers made my cock start to swell up. Should I turn my back and get done as quickly as possible or should I be bold and return his favor to me. "I owe you one, you want some help?" I nervously asked. 'Sure, if you want I have no problem with that either way.' I tentatively reached out with my soapy hand and for the first time in my life I touched another guy's cock. It felt so different than grabbing my own cock but yet it felt like a natural thing to do. I started stroking him slowly at first but then as he moaned a little as I sped up, taking longer and faster strokes. It wasn't long before he shot his load against the shower wall. 'Thanks, now we're even he laughed as he rinsed off and went to dry off. Again my mind was going a hundred miles an hour trying to process what just happened. I just jerked off my friend and he thought nothing of it. No disgust, no repulsion, but yet no affection, no feelings at all other than ' Thanks, now were even.' We never made a conscious effort to be the last ones off the field but when we were, we traded hand jobs in the showers, me doing him or him doing me. At the end of the season, We were showering and Tom said this would be our last shower together and didn't want to end up with him "owing me" or me "owing him" so we should jerk each other off at the same time. Oh my God, it was awesome. Having my cock stroked and stroking his at the same time was so much better than one at a time. After we both came almost simultaneously, Tom reached in and gave me a kiss in the lips. 'Thanks for a great season, on and off the field'. I so wanted to ask him about all of this but he walked out and got dressed. We never talked about this the rest of our senior year. He dated girls and never hooked up with a guy, that I know of. He got married after college and had three kids. We still run into one another occasionally and talk about our families and jobs but never our hand jobs. But I'll never forget that feeling in the showers. Looking at all those hard bodies guys bought back those memories like it was yesterday. Here I am a 63 yo married guy starting to chub up as I sit watching them. What the hell? I better get up and move around and take my mind of this. Peter is firing up the grill for burgers so I go over and offer to cook so he can stay with his friends. "Thanks Uncle Brian. I can handle this if you've got something else you want to do right now" I did have something else I'd rather be doing, or should I say someONE else. But I didn't dare say it or even think it. I didn't want to get my stiffening cock burned in the grill. Hehe. "Its fine, gives me something to do. You go swim and I'll call you when the burgers are ready." Luke had gotten out of the pool and came over to help get the food from the house. He introduced himself again but I certainly remember who he was. Blond hair, peach fuzz on his face, arms thicker than my legs, abs that would be perfect for a gym advertisement, a tight bubble ass, a nice bulge and legs that could break a man in half if he got you in a scissor lock. "I've got this if you want to keep swimming" I answered back to him when he offered to help. "I'm glad to help. I'm getting kind of hungry and I want to get to know you a little better. You and Peter seem to have a special bond and I'm not that close to anyone in my family. Everyone goes their own way and doesn't spend any time with each other." "Yes, Peter and his father and I are very close. We've been through a lot since Peter's mother died. But each family has their own dynamics and no two are alike" "Oh my gosh! I didn't know Peter's mother died. He never talks about her so I just assumed his mother and father got divorced years ago. That is so sad." "Peter's father was a good friend of my oldest son and they grew up together. When Preston became so successful in his practice he had me build this house for he and Peter. So we go way back. Peter was young when his mother died so he never really got to know her other than what his father and I have told him so he is doing okay." "No wonder he says you're the coolest uncle a guy could have. Wish I had one just like you" Luke smiled at me. "Well I'll make you my honorary nephew for the day, how's that?" Luke leaned in and gave me a quick hug before grabbing the plate of burgers. "Here's mine, don't know what everyone else is eating" he laughed as he went out to the grill. Luke kept shuttling food out as I took the burgers and went to the grill. I filled the grill and watched as they cooked. Luke came over to watch and chatted about the team and how much fun and support he gets from them and playing the game, unlike at home. I told him I played in high school, meaning the game not with Tom. With Luke standing so close to me and thinking back to Tom, I started to chub up again. Thankful I was facing the grill. I hoped these burgers would take long enough to cook I could get my mind back on track. My crotch was just starting to settle down when Peter hollered over to Luke to come back in the pool. "I'm hungry and helping your uncle cook the burgers so we can eat" he hollered back. "He's my uncle now too, he said so" and with that he put his muscular arm around my shoulders. That was too much to take. Instant rock hard cock at his touch! What the hell is happening to me? I'm here to make sure these kids don't get into trouble, not get them in trouble. Everyone got out of the pool and came over for food. All the activity and commotion let my cock soften before I had to step away from the grill. The rest of the afternoon went by quickly and everyone was having a great time. Around 5:30 the girls started to dry off and go change into their street clothes. They all thanked Peter and told him to thank his father as well. Then they came over to me and thanked me for helping out and being so cool about not hassling any of them as most adults do at these kinds of parties. "You young ladies were perfect guests and it was a pleasure spending the afternoon with you. Its not my house but I'm sure Peter and his father would be glad to have you back anytime" They left together but the boys all stayed behind. They came together so I wondered if something had happened between the boys and them. Peter came up to me with the rest of the boys in tow. "Uncle Brian, I know this wasn't part of the deal, but I was wondering if it would be alright if the team stays a little longer." "Sure, I have no problem with that. How much longer?' "Well . . . ah . . .could they sleep over here tonight? Everyone is having such a great time we don't want it to end. And this may be the last time we'll be together like this as a team, being our senior year ahead of us and all." "Peter, you wondered about your career choice earlier? Maybe you should go into sales. You've sold me on the idea." A cheer and a round of applause and a chant of 'He's a jolly good fellow' sprung up from the team. They all went running back and dove into the pool, all but Peter. "One more thing Uncle Brian, and I'll understand if you say no. One of the guys brought a case of beer, not knowing you'd be here. He said he'd leave it in his car so I didn't get in trouble with you. I know I told my dad there would be no alcohol, but I was wondering if just maybe a few beers would be ok?" Peter was fidgeting from one foot to the other and had his head hung low as he asked about the beer. His father anticipated this and gave me heads up in a 'I know nothing' kind of look before he left. But I couldn't give in too easy. "I'm not sure your dad would approve but he did leave me in charge. Is this a regular thing with your team, drunken booze parties?" I asked him jokingly. "No more than when you and my dad sit around the kennel and get drunk having a beer or two after working the dogs all day" he quickly retorted with a smile. "See, you're a natural at salesmanship. Okay but there are going to be 'Beer Rules' and if they get broken there will be hell to pay from me not your dad. Agreed? "Agreed." "Number one - I want everyone's car keys so no one is going to drive anywhere tonight after having beer. Number two - no more swimming so no one gets hurt jumping in the pool or drowns." "Fair enough, but what is rule number three?" "Rule number three is I get the first beer so I can honestly tell your father I started it if he finds out." Laughing, Peter agreed. "I want you to know something, Peter. This is an important life lesson for you. You gave me the respect of coming and asking me about this, knowing that I might have just as easily said no. And I showed you that same respect by laying some ground rules but letting you have your beer. If you show respect for others, they will often return that respect back to you. Not always but most times. If you disrespect them, like sneaking the beer in, then you will get nothing but disrespect thrown back at you. Now go enjoy your party." He ran back to tell his team and another round of cheers erupted from the pool. They kept swimming for a while so I headed back into the family room to keep my watch from afar. Eventually they got out and dried off and then a case of beer appeared. Each boy came and got his beer and sat down to open their cans and feel like adults on this warm summer night. They were sipping their beers, savoring the moment instead of just downing them to get to the next one. I was impressed by the mature attitude and felt confident I had made the right decision in letting them enjoy their refreshments. Luke finished his beer and came into the family room. "Uncle Brian, I just want to say again you're the coolest uncle a guy could have. You care, you have rules but you're not an asshole about it. Can we make this honorary uncle thing permanent and not just for today?" "Sure Luke. You're a fine young man and I'd be proud to have you as my nephew." Luke bent over to hug me as I sat in the chair by the window. As he did his legs straddled mine with one leg going between mine. He bent so low that his crotch landed on my leg that was between his. His hug was longer this time and I was sure I felt his cock start to harden somewhat. I know mine sure as hell was getting erect. As he broke off the hug he leaned back to stand up and lost his balance, falling forward and pressing his knee into my crotch against my stiff cock. He quickly pushed his arms against the back of the chair to get himself up. "Oh geese, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fall on you, I just lost my balance" he explained. "No problem. You've had too much, you're turned on" I replied, intending to say he was turned off from the beer but it came out all wrong. "Turn off, I mean, turned off, from the beer, you know" I joked and laughed. I felt my face turning a bright shade of red for having misspoken. But maybe I didn't. His face was red and he laughed nervously and said "But it was only once. I mean only one beer, you know, I only had one beer, just one." "Yeah, I'm just pulling your leg. Now be a good nephew and go get a cooler and some ice for the beer so you can cool things off." "Yes, good idea. I'll go cool off." Dam, was that a moment? Did he and I connect on a sexual level somehow? I better be careful or things may get out of hand, but then again did I want something in my hand? Enough of this sexual innuendo chatter. Luke got a cooler and ice but then went through the kitchen to the patio instead of coming through the family room. I hope I didn't over step boundaries and make his feel uncomfortable. The party and the drinking were at a subdued level and I had all their car keys so I decided this would be a good time to go down to the kennels and do a night check on the dogs. "Peter, I'm going down to the kennels and check on the dogs. I'll be back in a while so if you need anything just give me a shout. You guys had better get out of those wet bathing suits before the night air gives you a chill. Peter can put them in the dryer for you as I know that's all some of you wore when you got here." As I said it, I looked at Luke and briefly imagined him without his bathing suit on, sitting naked in that chair with his cock and balls hanging out from between his open legs. Luke caught me looking at his crotch and got red in the face again. I felt my face getting warm so I hurried off to the kennels. I enjoy my time at the kennels. When I built the building I included some creature comforts for the humans as well as the dogs. There was a heated lounge with a large viewing window into the kennel area and a picture window looking out over the outdoor runs on one wall and another looking out over the back fields and to the woods on the back of the property. The lounge had a full bath, cable TV hook up, some overstuffed chairs and a couch. There was even a small sleeping room with a full size bed off the rear of the lounge in case Preston or I had to stay there for the night with a sick dog or a dog ready to give birth. A small kitchen finished off the room. As I entered the kennel I switched on the night lights, a lower intensity lighting system that let me check on the dogs without waking them and getting them all riled up at night. All was as it should be as I walked down one side of the aisle and then back up the other. That first beer with the boys really hit the spot so I went into the lounge to grab another. As I was sipping my beer and looking out over the moonlit field as my thoughts went back to Tom and our shower jerk off sessions. My cock was growing stiff and I rubbed my crotch to readjust myself to get more comfortable. I suddenly felt a presence behind me. I turned around and Luke was standing in the door wearing nothing but a towel. Peter had collected all the swim suits and put them in the dryer and then gave the boys fresh towels to wrap around them while they waited. It startled me when I turned and saw him there, motionless and absolutely quiet. "Luke! You startled me," hoping he had not noticed me playing with my crotch. "Sorry Uncle Brian. Didn't mean to. The rest of the guys were getting silly and I just wanted to come down here so we could talk if that's ok. But if I'm disturbing you I'll go back to the house." "No, of course you're not disturbing me. My favorite honorary nephew is always welcome. Come on over and sit down and we can talk about what ever is on your mind." Luke came over and sat in one of the chairs and I sat down opposite him in the other chair. When he sat down, his towel opened up slightly and his thigh of one leg was exposed. The towel still covered his other leg and his cock and his balls. I was hoping it would move some more and give me a sneak look at his goods. He had his head down, which gave me ample opportunity to stare at his exposed leg and his crotch. I picked my head up just as he did and he began, "I told you no one in my family pays any attention to me but they don't pay attention to each other at all. I walk in the house and say hello and I'm lucky if I get a grunt from anyone. Everyone is on their phone or iPads. The house is quieter than a church on a Tuesday afternoon. I can't stand it there. But I come over here and you have given me more attention than I've gotten for years at home. You and Peter have such a terrific relationship, something really special. And now you're made me you're honorary nephew I hope I can share the same kind of relationship. Oh, I know you just made up that honorary thing and you didn't really mean it but I'd do anything to be like you and Peter." With that Luke started to tear up and a couple of tears streaked down his cheeks. I felt so bad for him and his home life. I got up from my chair and went across to him and knelt in front of him, wiping the tears from his cheeks. "Luke, I've only known you for a short while but I already feel a special place for you in my heart. You are a very likable and personable young man and I can't understand how anyone would not want to be part of your life. You've just gotten to know me but once you know me better you will come to know that I mean what I say, for better or worse. I don't tell people something they want to hear if I don't mean it. Being an "honorary" nephew is an honor, something I wouldn't confer on just anyone. Peter thinks very highly of you and so do I after spending the afternoon with you. I will be here for you just as I am for Peter and his dad. Anything you ever need or want, just say the word and I will see what I can do to help you out. After all, that's what teammates do for each other." At that my mind raced back to Tom. 'That's what teammates do for each other.' My cock was rock hard as I leaned in to give Luke a hug. He slid forward in his chair to return the hug as tight as he could. In doing so, his towel pulled away from him and as we hugged his cock was also stiff and pressed against me. I intended to give him a brief hug of support but he held me tight and was rubbing my back with his hands. This was more than a hug of support, this was a hug of passion. When he finally realized he was completely naked with his stiff cock pressing into my stomach, he jerked back and tried to get his towel out from underneath him to cover up. "Oh shit, I'm so sorry Uncle Brian. I don't know what came over me. I've been horny all afternoon watching those girls swim and the hug and being here with you . . . I'm so sorry. I better get out of here before you order me to leave and go home. For Christ sake, getting a hardon while you're being so nice to me?" Again he began to tear up and I had to take a chance I was hoping I wouldn't regret. "Luke, right now both our emotions are running out of control. Here, give me your hand." I took his hand and place it against my stiff cock and let him feel it. "You see, you have affected me the same way." He kept his hand against my cock and slowly began to rub it. I reached over and gently took his stiff cock in my hand and slowly began to stroke it back and forth. Luke let out a whimper and leaned back in to hug me with one arm while massaging my cock through my pants with his other hand. "Do you and Peter do this to each other? Is this what makes your relationship so special?" "No, Luke I have never done this with anyone else (I didn't want to tell him about Tom, at least not yet). You are special to me in ways that no one else has ever been. But if you want me to stop doing this I will understand." "Oh hell no. This feels so great. I actually feel like you meant what you said about me." I felt a relaxation in his body and he suddenly had opened a new door in his life and knew someone cared for him honestly. He sat back up and looked me in the eye and smiled a smile of contentment. I had such passion for this big guy I had all I could do to refrain myself. Then he leaned in and kissed me on the mouth. I returned his kiss and our tongues slipped into each other's mouths. I've never kissed another man before, much less used tongue. My mind was racing, my breathing was quick and shallow and my hand was stroking him faster and harder. I didn't know where this was going to go but I was surely along for the ride. "Thank you so much, Uncle Brian. You can stop now, you don't have to continue." "But I want to, Luke. You have a problem with this hardon ticking out of your groin and I can't let you go up to the house this way, the guys will tease you." I smirked. "I don't care. Knowing you really care for me is all that's important to me right now." I couldn't hold out any longer and I lowered my head into his lap and licked the precum off the tip of his cock. He jumped and tried to pull me away from him. But I was a man on a mission. I wanted his cock to be the first one to enter my mouth. I pushed back against his efforts and took his cock in my mouth. His resistance stopped and he moaned as he lay back in the chair and spread his legs wider. I work my mouth up and down on his cock, getting a salty taste of his precum every now and then. I reach my hand under his cock and massaged his balls as I continued to suck. I could feel his body start to tense up and I know he was getting close. He tried to pull out of my mouth but I put both my hands behind his ass and pulled him deeper into my throat just as he exploded and shot his cum down my throat and dribbling out the corners of my mouth. "Oh dam! That was the best bj I've ever had. I don't' know what to say. I'm not even sure how this happened or why." "Just one teammate helping another, Luke. Now you know that I meant what I said when I told you that you were special to me." But of course I had the same questions Luke had. How the hell did this happen?!? Did I really just seduce one of my nephew's teammates? Or more generally, did I just give another guy a blowjob? Have his cock in my mouth and swallow his cum? And totally enjoy it? Guess I am going to the dogs . . . and probably going to hell, too! Luke stood up and wrapped his towel around him and smiled at me as he walked towards the door. "Thank you Uncle Brian, you have really shared something special with me today." I sat there contemplating what had just happened, trying to process everything. I was disturbed by Peter's voice calling out to me. "I just passed Luke headed to the house and I've never seen him so happy." "Yes, we had a long talk and I think it made him feel better." "Talking was not all that made him feel better." The hair on the back of my neck stood up. Did Luke say something to Peter when he passed him? How did Peter know what we did? Or did he? What the hell have I done? "Bobby turned on the TV and was trying to catch the sports reports. He was flipping around the channels and came across the closed circuit camera channel from the kennel." Fuck!! I had forgot Preston had installed a security camera system to he could watch the kennel from the house. It was wired into the TV's so he could check anytime he wanted. I knew there were cameras on the cages and the runs but I never would have guessed he put one in the lounge as well. "Bobby let out a yell when he saw the view in the lounge and everyone came running to see what he was shouting about. We all saw what you and Luke were doing." "Oh dam, Peter. You've got to understand I've never done anything like that before. That's not who I am. It's just that Luke was so down about himself and his family and things got out of hand when I tried to console him." "Ya, out of hand and into mouth" Peter laughed. "You mustn't tell anyone about this. This would ruin me and devastate my wife and your dad. Nothing would be the same between us. But it may never be the same between you and I again anyway" "Your comment about teammates helping teammates ran true. You see all of us are special to one another because we've helped each other from time to time. Not the way you did for Luke but just giving each other a hand job when the occasion arose. So your secret is safe with me, with all of us. The guys think you're even cooler than before." Son of a bitch! History is repeating itself, just like Tom and I had done in the showers. "There is one thing, though. Like I said, we've given each other hand jobs before but none of us have even gotten a blowjob from another guy. None of us have ever had the balls to do that. And you can say no to this if you want and we'll keep your secret and never mention this again, but . . . the guys were wondering if you'd suck their cocks as well." I can't believe what Peter is asking. We've always had a very honest and open relationship and he could ask me anything, but this? This was so far outside what I could ever imagine I didn't know how to respond. "I know, Uncle Brian, you want some time to think this over and probably won't want to do this but the guys wanted me to ask anyway. I hope you're not mad at me for asking." "Peter, like earlier, you have shown me the respect to come to me like a man and reveal you know what happened between Luke and I and what the consequences of those actions are before me. You and your friends could have just watched the TV and said nothing. And you have given me a choice of doing it with them or not, no further consequences to be had. So I will honor your request, but only this once. They should have the opportunity to experience as much as they can growing up and I suppose this is better done with someone they can trust and be safe rather than some back alley in town. Send them down one at a time and I will do as they ask. But I will turn off the camera system. I don't want to make a spectacle of myself any more than I already have." "Are you sure, Uncle Brian? I don't want you to feel pressured into doing anything you don't want to do." If you had asked me yesterday, I certainly would have said this was something I didn't want to do, never thought about and never would happen. But sucking Luke's cock had awoken something in me that had been dormant since the showers with Tom. We enjoyed giving hand jobs but I always wondered what it would be like to give him a blowjob. I was way too scared to even mention it to him. A hand job was sufficient to accomplish what we said we were doing, giving each other a helping hand. But putting his cock in my mouth would have been going above and beyond. But now the feeling of taking another guy's cock in my mouth and sucking it until he shoot his load was just so overwhelming I couldn't wait for the next teammate to walk through the door. Larry and Frank appeared in the doorway and just stood there. "I thought you were coming down one at a time?" "We both wanted to do this but couldn't decide which one of us would go first so we figured we'd let you decide who goes first. The other one will stay outside until it's his turn." True followers. Cant even make a choice of who get a blow job first. "Let's go alphabetically. Frank, you're first, Larry you wait outside." Larry backed out and closed the door. Frank came over and just stood in front of me, not knowing exactly what to expect or what to do. I told him to just relax and enjoy the feelings. There was a tent in the front of his towel so I assumed he was looking forward to this. I tugged at his towel and it fell to the floor, letting his sweet young cock spring free and stand straight out in front of me. The thick veins running along the side were cursing with blood, giving his cock a hardness the like I've never experienced before. Not that I have that much experience with other guy's hard cocks. I pulled him closer to me and took his cock into my mouth. Frank moaned and got weak in the knees for a moment at the touch of my mouth on him. I reached behind him and cupped his ass with both hands. At that, the follower became the leader and started to face fuck me. He grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock into me harder and faster and deeper, gagging me on each deep thrust. I knew he wouldn't last very long at this pace and I tried to slow him down to make it last for him. But he wasn't having it. He was fucking my mouth more ferociously than fucking the head cheerleader after winning the championship game. He let out a grunt and shot his load deep in my throat. I tried to swallow what I could but some ran out the sides of my mouth. "That was fucking awesome! I've never had an orgasm so intense. Thank you so much." The quiet head hung low follower had become the aggressor and now had a swagger to him as he picked up his towel, wiped himself off and threw the towel over his shoulder as he walked to the door. "Larry, get your skinny ass in here now. It's your turn!" Wow. Was that just the after sex euphoria speaking or had I awoken something in him too. Larry stood out of the way of Frank sauntering out and then came in. He came over and stood in front of me as Frank had but closed his eyes. He dropped his towel and then put his hands on his waist and waited. I grabbed his hips and pulled him to me and licked the tip of his cock to get a taste the dripping precum. I wet the length of his cock and slowly slid it in my mouth. There was no moan, no movement, and no sign of any reaction from Larry. His cock was considerably smaller than Frank's or Luke's so it was easier for me to take the whole thing in, burying my nose into his pubic hair. I swirled my tongue around his cock and fondled his balls as I proceeded to give him his first blowjob. He was still standing there motionless as I felt his balls tighten and his cock throb. He filled my mouth with cum without so much as a noise or a movement. I let his cock go soft in my mouth until he stepped back and it fell out. He wiped off and wrapped his towel around him as he headed for the door. He turned back and looked me in the eye, "Thanks" And was out the door. Did I not do it good enough for him? Had he gotten a blowjob from a guy before so this was just routine for him? Larry left me feeling deflated and not doing him justice but he came so I did what I set out to do for him. Bobby was the next one to come down from the house, the inquisitive one. True to character, he started asking twenty questions. "What its like to have another guy's cock in your mouth? Who enjoys it more, him or you? How long have you been doing this? How long have you been thinking about guys? Are you bi or gay? What does his cum taste like? Have you ever tasted your own and how does it compare?" Jesus, is this a fucking interview for "60 Minutes" or something? Just take off your towel and get over here. "Uncle Brian, I've gotten a few blowjobs before, all from girls, but I'm really curious what is it like to give one. I'm not gay or bi and have no particular feelings for guys. Being in the locker room with all the guys naked and changing never gets me excited in anyway so its not a question of sexual desire. I just want to know what the girls are feeling when they do me. I have been curious about this ever since my first bj but have never had any real possibility of experiencing this. I could never ask any of my teammates to let me suck their cocks and am too scared to try and pick up someone on line. I don't have a death wish or want to live with some despicable disease the rest of my life. So I figured this would be the perfect opportunity. Your clean, you seem to be into this kind of activity and you're certainly going to be discreet about this whole evening." "It was never my intention to do anything like this tonight. But it just sort of happened and then snowballed into a situation that seems to be out of my control right now. I never had any desire for one of you boys to give me oral sex but that looks like where it is at now." "I understand if you don't want to do this with me, Uncle Brian. It's just that this may be my only safe and secure opportunity to see what it is like. Maybe if I know what a girl is going through, I can react in a way to make it more pleasurable for her and myself." Bobby did seem to be since that this request was a quest for knowledge, not just a cheap thrill. And ever since our days in the showers with Tom I have to admit I've have been a little curious what it would be like to suck a man's cock. Tonight I certainly found out so maybe I should let Bobby find out now so he won't have to wait 40 years like I did. "Ok, Bobby. I'll let you suck my cock. But this has to stay completely between you and I. I don't want anyone finding out I'm fair game for any kind of sex act they can think of. And I don't want this to get around and have a damaging affect on your reputation with the team or your school mates." With that Bobby agreed to keep it a secret and came and knelt in front of me. He unzipped my pants, undid my belt and let my pants drop to the floor. Then he pulled my boxers down to my ankles. This was all so clinical almost with no foreplay I almost didn't get hard. Almost. I had a semi hardon from giving those blowjobs and once he took my cock in his hand my mind shot back to the showers, the last time another guy had touched my cock. Bobby stroked it slowly, looking at it from every angle. Some precum had started to leak from the tip and he rubbed his fingers in it then rubbed his fingers together to see how it felt. He stuck out his tongue and licked the precum, tasting it before licking my cock all over. Sliding my cock in his mouth, I felt a feeling of warmth from his mouth, a feeling of guilt letting him suck me and then a relief of being able to relax and let someone else enjoy what I had been enjoying for the last hour. He would briefly stop and ask me how he was doing, did this feel better, does this excite me more, and his typical questioning continued as he persevered on his fact-finding mission. It wasn't long before I was getting close to letting my load of cum shoot. I warned him I was close and if he didn't want a mouthful he should finish with his hands. "No, that's quite alright' he mumbled with my cock still in his mouth. "I want to complete the task completely." As my balls tightened and my cock started to throb in anticipation of my orgasm, Bobby must have felt it and mumbled "Interesting" as began unloading. He took as much as he could in his mouth and then pulled off and finished me by hand. "I've tasted my own cum and curiously enough, yours tastes about the same. Not good, not bad, just similar. Salty and thick. I could detect your signals just prior to reaching an orgasm. Good to know." As he stood up and wiped off his face and chin, "Thank you Uncle Brian, that was very helpful." He showed no signs of any emotion before, during or after giving his first bj. I guess he was just doing "research" for his future sexual encounters with girls. I cleaned up my cock and pulled my pants back up, getting ready for the last boy to come in and get his cock sucked. That would be the wise ass, Barry. Barry came in the door and sat down in the chair across where I was sitting. He was very quiet and sullen, not his usual boisterous self. He was fidgeting and rubbing his hands together. "Barry, do you not want to go ahead with this? I won't tell anyone if you're too nervous or not into this." "It's not that, Uncle Brian. Remember me telling the joke about my father sticking a hot dog between the buns. Well that's actually what he did." Oh my God, was Barry molested by his father? "You see, my father died when I was 5. I don't remember much about him. We lived in Gibson, over on the other side of the state. Shortly after he died, my mother moved she and I here. She met a man from this area and got remarried. There was never any talk of my real father, other then the fact that he had died. At the beginning of my sophomore year a new student transferred in from Gibson. We struck up a conversation about coming from the same town. I told him my mother's maiden name and he said he would ask his father if he knew her. The next day he was avoiding me all day. I finally caught up with him right after school and he was hesitant to talk. I finally got him to open up and he told me his father was a cop in Gibson and my father was murdered. He was knifed in an alley in the seedy part of town. The case was never solved and no one was ever arrested. My mouth fell open and I couldn't speak. 'My father murdered and no one was ever caught!' I was overcome by feelings of anger, sadness and loneliness, like I had just lost my father yesterday. I ran home and confronted my mother. How could my father be murdered and she just moved away without fighting for justice for him?" "That must have horrible. How did she respond?" "She started to cry and hugged me tightly. 'I was hoping this day would never come. Your father was a good husband and a great father but a lousy person. He wrote you a letter and left it with me in case anything ever happened to him.' She gave me the sealed letter and my hands trembled as I opened it. Son if you're reading this letter something bad has happened to me and I'm probably not with you and your mother any more. Your mother has been a wonderful, caring and loving woman to me but I needed more. The first time I was in bed with another man it fulfilled my needs and desires like no other time in my life. It took over my every breathing hour of the day and I left caution behind as I pursued one encounter after another. I wish I had been a stronger man for the sake of you two but it was not meant to be. Please understand that I mean no harm towards you or your mother but the desires and the feelings were too much to control. You mother has done her best to shield you from what I have been doing but if, or should I say now that you know, please feel assured that this will not be your life. You are stronger and will be someone your mother will be proud of. Please find it in your heart to forgive me someday. Your father "I asked my mother exactly what all this meant. She told me my father was a male prostitute. He lost his job shortly I was born and couldn't find another one to pay the bills. He started having sex with men for money and it overtook him. He said the feelings were so overpowering to him. He was knifed on night after having sex with a man in an alley on the south side of town. The police never really investigated as they looked on it as just another hooker killed while on the job. Rumors started to spread and I decided to move across the state to try and avoid the scandal. I was hoping you'd never find out the truth about your father." At that, we both hugged and cried and cried, our bodies quivering with emotion." "I am so, so sorry Barry. I can't imagine how you felt finding that out about your father. But understand that was what he was and not what you are. We all have our parent's genes and we will inherit some traits from them but we not all. And we still have the free will to decide who we are and what kind of a person we will become." "Oh I know that, Uncle Brian. My father was only into other men for the money. He did what he had to do to take care of his family. He just went too far. I have no feelings for other guys." I hugged Barry and told him he'd have to try and put this all behind him. It would be difficult and maybe he should get some counciling. "No, not right now anyway. You're the first person I've told about this and already I feel better. I'm sure I'll be able to work through this ok. But there is one thing I'd like to ask of you." "Of course, Barry, I will do anything you ask." "You promise?" "Yes, I promise. If it's within my ability to do your favor, I will." "Good. I will keep you to your word. This is the thing. I been curious about the feelings my father was having when he was with other men. Or neighbors had relatives visiting last winter and the cousin was about my age. We hit it off and I found out he was gay. I had to know what these feelings were all about so I convinced him to let me give him a bj. I didn't tell him why, just that I wanted to see what it was like." "And how did you feel after?" "It was disgusting and I threw up after swallowing his cum. I really don't know how my father could have done that all the time. Every time I think about it I feel disgusted with myself. I will never do that again, no matter what." "Ok, so what s your favor then if not that?" "I wanted to see how it feels to have a cock in my ass but after throwing up his cum on him, he wanted nothing to do with me. Can't say as I blame him. So I want you to put your cock in my ass and fuck me so I can see what that feels like." "Barry, I don't think that is a good idea on many levels. What your father did was him. You have nothing to prove that you're not him. Just live your life in the best possible terms and you'll be fine." "No, I have no know what its like. I fucked a girl in her ass a few months ago and it's not much different than fucking her pussy. But now I have to feel a cock in my ass, not a dildo or anything fake but a real live stiff cock." "I'm really hesitant to do that, Barry. And even if I went along with you, I don't have any condoms and they're for my protection more than yours at this point." "I'm a teenager at a party with girls and beer. You don't think I have condoms with me? I just didn't intend to be using them this way." Barry had me on that one. I'm no head shrink, but I'm not sure if granting his request will give him closure or do more harm than good. But he has me in a corner. If I say no he may be angry enough to spill the beans about what we've been doing here tonight. But if I fuck him hard and make it as painful as possible for him maybe he'll feel the same way about getting ass fucked as he does about giving a bj. "All right Barry, I did promise before you asked me. So I'll do it. But is might be painful. I never fucked a guy or any ass for that matter or had it done to me but I've heard that it can hurt a little. Are you sure you want to do this?" "Yes, I've done a lot of research on the matter. And if you use enough lube it will only hurt a little at first but then feel good. That is the feeling I'm curious about." Barry stood up and took off his towel. He handed me a condom pack, where he had it I have no idea. I went and got some hand cream we keep in the medical supplies and brought it back to him. I had him bend over the back of the chair so his ass would be exposed and at the right height for me to fuck him. I put on the condom and rubbed some hand cream on my covered cock and then on Barry's ass. I guess I'm suppose to insert a finger, then two then three to get his hole loosened up but I wanted this to hurt. I gently pushed on finger just inside his hole to get some of the lube inside. Then I asked him if he was ready." "Yes, please, please fuck me! Put your cock in me." I grabbed my cock with my hand and brought it to his hole. I rubbed it around a little until I had it lined up perfectly. I started to put a little pressure against his hole but it was very tight and resisted my cock. "Here goes. You'll feel a little pain, but that's all" I pushed hard and felt my cock enter his ass. He screamed out in pain and grabbed the arms of the chair. I could see his knuckles getting white he had such a tight grip. I should have stopped and let him get used to the intrusion into his virgin ass but being nice was not my motive. I thrust hard with one move and sunk my cock in his ass up to my balls. With tears running down his cheeks, he screamed and cried and begged me to stop. "It will be fine. Just a little pain and then it will feel great. Hang in there." I lied I pulled back and I felt him relax a little but then I slammed back into him hard and deep. He screamed again and tensed up, the worst thing he could have done for himself, but the best thing possible for my plan. I kept slamming him hard and deep showing him no mercy. He was writhing in pain trying to get his ass away from the pounding I was giving it. But I held his hips and pulled him to me every time I thrust. After only a couple of minutes of this torture I decided he had enough. I didn't want him to actually get used to it and enjoy it at all. I let out a moan and made a couple of quick short stabs in his ass to fake my orgasm. I pulled out my cock and let go of his hips. He fell off the back of the chair and collapsed in a fetal position on the floor. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" I asked Barry as he lay crying on the floor. "O my God, I thought it was suppose to feel good? I've never felt so much pain, even when I dislocated my shoulder and broke my arm playing football." I got a wet towel and started to clean up his ass. I tried to be as gentle as I could but everytime I came near his hole he would pull away. "Don't touch it!" he snapped. "I'll take care of it. I never want anyone touching my ass again. Ever!" Mission accomplished. "Now you know what it feels like to have a cock up your ass. And you also know that you and your father are two totally different people who don't enjoy the same things. You will never have to worry about falling into the same trap he did." "I suppose I shouldn't thank you for putting me through so much pain and wrecking my asshole but that is what I asked you to do. So I guess I owe you a debt of gratitude for showing me I'm not my father." Barry finished cleaning himself up, grabbed his towel and headed for the door. "Thanks again, Uncle Brian. And remember, you promised not to tell anyone about this." " Of course. You can tell the guys you weren't up for anything so we just talked, or you can tell them I gave you a bj like the rest of them, or anything or nothing. Your call." "I'll just tell them you're a great guy and let them think what they want. They will anyway no matter what I tell them" he shot back with a laugh. "I'll be along in a little bit. I want to shower and clean up before I come to the house" I was still semi hard so I sat back down in my chair and stroked my cock as I reflected back on the evening. Sucking three hard stiff young cocks, getting a bj from an inquisitive horny teenager and finally butt fucking a virgin. But most of all helping the young confused guys through some issues in their lives. Luke felt someone cared for him, Frank seemed to come out of his timid shell, Bobby found out what giving a bj feels like and Barry. Barry I hope was able to resolve some of his issues he had about his dead father. And me, I got to find out what giving Tom a bj would be like, even though it had to be a stand in for him. And thinking about Tom put over the edge and I erupted in one last orgasm for the evening. I jumped in the shower to wash off and when I came out Peter was sitting on the couch. This was going to be awkward and embarrassing. How was Peter going to process all that had happened? Had I ruined the wonderful relationship I had with him? Would he tell his dad about this? "Hey Uncle Brian, I didn't mean to disturb you. I just wanted to let you know the guys all took their keys and went home. I know they said they would stay the night but none of them were impaired from having two beers. To a one, they all said this was the best cookout they have ever enjoyed and nothing could top it so they wanted to go home on a high note. They also told me they took a vote before they left. You were voted the best uncle and the best chaperone they know. And they all swore a solemn oath not to mention anything that happened here today. I can only assume they meant you letting us have some beer at the party" he smirked. "Yes, that must have been it. And you're alright with the way the party went?" "I sure am. You're the best uncle ever and I'm so grateful for the relationship we have. Luke also agrees now that he is your honorary nephew. I don't think he wants that to be for today only. I'm going to turn in now, see you in the morning." "Good night, Peter, sleep well." I guess going to the dogs, or to the kennels anyway, turned out to be a good thing. Epilog Just want to tie up loose ends. Preston arrived home on Monday afternoon. He went to Peter's practice to say hello. The teammates who were at the party all came up to him and thanked him for the party and told him they had a great time. They were sorry he missed it but Uncle Brian was almost as cool as he was. When they came home after practice I was still out taking care of the dogs. "I understand you had a great party this weekend. The boys all gave you rave reviews as a chaperone. I hope they weren't too much trouble" "No, not at all. I just laid down some ground rules and then tried to stay back in the shadows as much as possible. They insisted I join in though, saying you always did" "They are a great group of young men and I always enjoy having them here. Next time we'll both chaperone." Luke started to come around the kennels frequently. Even when I wasn't there he and Peter would play with the dogs or go swimming until we closed the pool. He and Peter came over to help me with some yard work and Luke has been a regular at my house as well. He and my wife really hit it off and will talk for hours. Luke's mother called our house one day looking for him. He had inadvertently taken her phone when he left the house and she was livid. She wanted her phone back immediately. She went on to berate Luke to my wife, a bad mistake. My wife told his mother this would give her a good opportunity to pick her head up out of her phone and talk to her son and find out what a special young man he was. Then his mother hung up. Luke went home to return the phone and it was several days before he came around again. We both assumed his mother had grounded him after the way my wife spoke to her. But Luke said when he got home his mother took her phone and his and put them in a draw and sat and talked with him for several hours. He got to know his mother in a whole new light over the next couple of days as they talked and reacquainted themselves with one another. He's not sure why this happened but he thought it had something to do with something my mother had said to him. The following week there was a message on our answering machine. It was from Luke's mother. She simply said, "Thank you so very much, Mrs. Welch." And then she hung up. We both knew what she meant. Luke felt loved again and has never been happier. Preston and I would attend Peter's games and some of his practices. Whenever we'd show up the teammates from the party would run to the sidelines and greet us. The coach got mad the first time at practice, but after that he remarked how much better the practices went. They were all trying to show off for us. I was named the designated Uncle of the team and Preston the designated father. Frank and Larry both came out of their shells so much they were voted co-captains of the team. If they weren't on the field they were shouting encouragement from the sidelines. They took the younger players under their wings and help guide them along. Bobby continued his inquisitive ways, driving the coach crazy asking him why the last play didn't work, what should he have done differently, how will he change the play next time. And always taking notes on the sidelines when he wasn't in play. But Barry got the most from the weekend's events. He was finally at peace with his father's death. He lost his angst with life and became much more pleasant. No more raunchy comments about his father and no more bawdy behavior. He actually turned into a real gentleman. He told me he and his mother had a long talk and asked her if he could get some counciling to deal with everything he had learned. He said he felt proud of his father, not what he did, but that he did it to support his family. If circumstances were different he felt his father wouldn't have taken that path and would be alive today. And finally, Peter. He never did mention anything to his dad about the events of the weekend or the beer. He never brought up any of the interactions I had with his teammates. He and the boys kept their oath of silence. And none of us ever had any sexual contact with each other again, or at least not with me. Peter thought long and hard about the things I told him that weekend and he confided in his dad about his plans for the future. He recited the NE Patriot's coach's mantra. One game at a time. First, he planned on helping his team win another state championship. Then after football season he would apply to his pick of colleges. Then get his four-year degree, then get married and raise a family. He said he hadn't really decided on a career yet but he knows he didn't want to go into the law profession. He told his dad a career choice would be the subject of many Tuesday and Thursday supper as his senior year progressed. Preston told his son he was glad he wasn't going into law. He said he would be embarrassed when one day they meet in the courtroom, on opposite sides of a case and Peter bested his dad and won the case. They both laughed, put their arms around each other's shoulders and walked out to the pool for a swim. And I went to the dogs . . .