Date: Sat, 2 Jul 2022 13:22:12 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: Instant Family Chapter Two This is a story about a teenage boy, Toby, who was handed over to his father's best friend, Ronnie. The boy's mother was going to jail for DUI and his father was leaving town for a year or so to get his life back in order. The story is written from the friends point of view and tells of the changes that take place in both their lives as a result of this arrangement. A new face is added to Ronnie's Instant Family. WARNING: This story is for adult men. It contains a graphic and fictional depiction of sex between adult and youth males. If sexual activity between consenting males is illegal where you are, or you find this material offensive or if you are under legal age, do not go any further and do not read this story. The characters are fictional and do not represent any real person, living or dead or any real events or happenings. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except to the website to which it has been posted, without consent of the author. Your comments or suggestions are always welcome. Please direct them to Jonathan Perkins at tryitlikeit27@yahoo.com. Your feedback is important to me. All of us enjoy the stories posted here so please support Nifty. I appreciate you reading my stories and Nifty appreciates your support. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html INSTANT FAMILY CHAPTER TWO So far no blow back from the parents about my talk with the boys at my house. I'm not sure if the boys are being discreet or if the parents just never talk to their children and could give a damn where they are, as long as they're out of the house on a Sunday afternoon. I hope it's the former but fear it's the latter. I did notice Toby's showers were taking a lot longer than before. Which for some reason thinking about him in the shower stroking one out made me chub up. I'd shake off the image of his naked body and stiff cock with his soapy hand sliding back and forth until he shot his load and try to find something to keep me busy. He was still lonely at night and liked to sleep in my bed but I didn't mind. He would sometimes end up cuddled up next to me but no more wet dreams. He usually woke up in the morning with the typical morning boner but quickly hurried of to his morning shower. Problem solved. We had bonded in a special hybrid relationship. Not exactly father and son but more than just good buddies. The Sunday afternoon pizza and NFL football became a regular thing right thru the playoffs. I was always made to stay for the pizza and would hang around a little bit longer, but still wanted to leave them alone. Tom would always hang around after the games, waiting for his mother to pick him up. His father had usually had drank too many beers to drive himself. Tom seemed to enjoy hanging with Toby. Once or twice a week Tom would come home after school with Toby and play video games, eat supper with us and then I'd drop him off at home. He was an easy houseguest, pitching in to help whenever he could. I was glad Toby and he were getting along so well. It helped Toby get his life back to some sort of normalcy. As December rolled around I was concerned how Toby would be on his first Christmas without his parents. He had me take him shopping and bought a necktie for his dad, then to his old house where he put one electric candle in the living room window and left his present. "Old habits are hard to break. That's so my dad will know I'm thinking of him." "Do you want to go visit your mother?" I brought up the subject for the first time. "No," was his adamant one word reply. I teared up and felt my heart ache for Toby. That was the extent of his talking about his parents. My parents had passed and I had no siblings so Christmas had always been a lonely time for me. This Christmas was going to be different with Toby in my life. My newfound joy for the season spilled over and infected Toby. He and I went crazy decorating the house and the front yard. Being at the end of the street, no one was going to see our outside display but we would see it every time we came home. That was enough motivation for us. It was going to be a glorious holiday for us this year. School vacation ran from Christmas to New Year's Day, seven days of my house filled with Toby's friends, being the place to kick back and have fun. I loved the activity and the feeling that my house was the 'in' place top be. Of course the big New Year's Eve party was at my house. Again, the parents were so pleased to be rid of their kids so they could party hearty without them. I was concerned that the boys would try and sneak alcohol in but it was dry event. I had bought some inflatable mattresses so they could all sleep over and not have to drive home and chance having an accident with a drunk driver. It was the first night in a long time I slept without Toby beside me. I kept tossing and turning and rolling around the bed looking for him. I didn't realize how much I had gotten used him being there. The forecast for the first week of January called for a big snowstorm, up to six inches of snow. Not really big by Vermont standards but it was the first sizable accumulation of the winter. Always over hyped by the weathermen. School was cancelled so Tom came over to spend the day with Toby. The snow came in heavier than expected and by supper time there was already ten inches on the ground and more expected. Tom's dad worked for the town highway department and was driving a snowplow during the storm. He route was on the other side of the town so he called and had made arrangements to have another driver come by my house, picked up Tom and then meet Tom's dad and hand him over. I told him there was no need for that, Tom was welcome to spend the night. We blew up one of the inflatable mattresses and put it in Toby's room. I resigned myself to sleeping alone again tonight. I turned in early and left the boys down stairs playing their video games. I woke up in the middle of the night and felt a warm body next to me. Toby must have snuck in to sleep with me. That made me feel good. Then I felt another warm body on the other side of me. Both boys were in bed with me? They were cuddled up next me and I realized they were both hard and had their cocks up against my legs. I was about to wake them up when one of them reached over and took my cock in his hand. I went from limp to rock hard in seconds. I couldn't tell which one of them had a hold of me but when they began to stroke my boner I decided it didn't really matter. It wasn't right and I had to put a stop to it. But oh, it felt so good. I'd put a stop to it in a minute. I'll just enjoy this for now. Ok, that's enough. Time to quit. But the tempo picked up and I was in heaven. My hands were by my side and I could have easily reached out and grabbed their hard cocks but I decided to just enjoy what was happening, just a little longer. Oh fuck, I waited too long. I felt my cock get even stiffer and that tell tale tingle and I exploded, my cum shooting up into the sheet over me, covering me and the hand working on me. Before I could react, the two boys snickered and ran out of the room. I was laying in a puddle of my own cum, the sheet stuck to me, wondering which one of them had given me a hand job. Maybe I should have grabbed their cocks. Then I could have held them in my bed and figured out who was who. I went to the bathroom to clean up and passed Toby's room. They were both fake snoring like nothing had happened. The next morning the snow had accumulated to eighteen inches and still coming down. I made breakfast and called them down to eat. They were both smiling and giving each other looks that made me know they were both in on last night's escapade, although still no indication of who's hand did the deed. Tom's father called at noon and asked if I could keep Tom one more night. He had been plowing twenty four hours straight and still had another shift to work. Again, I told him Tom was welcome to stay with us, I had a plan in case these two would repeat last night. Before bed I told them to shower, Toby using the main bathroom and Tom using the bathroom downstairs. I put a scented shampoo in the downstairs bathroom so I would be able to smell Tom hair and determine if it was he or Toby. I woke in the middle of the night again to find myself with a boy on each side of me and a hand on my cock. Ha, I've got them. I slowly moved my head from one side to the other to smell their hair. Son of a bitch! They had figured out what I had done and Toby shampooed again using the scented one. Both smelled identical! I wasn't going to let it continue this time. It felt so good but I was about to put a stop to it when the boy on my right side moved away from me. The next thing I know I felt something wet and warm on my cock. Holy hell! He just put his mouth down on my cock and giving me a blow job. No way I can let this continue. I was about to open my mouth when the other boy leaned over and planted his mouth on mine, kissing me deep and hard. I was so awe struck I froze. One sucking my cock and the other swallowing my face. My orgasm came unexpectedly and filled his mouth with cum. Then the two of them fled the scene and ran back to Toby's room. I was at a total loss as to what I should do. Should I confront them? Wait until morning? Just enjoy what happened and pretend like it never happened? I can think clearer in the light of day so I opted to wait until morning. We were woken the next morning by the sound of a truck air horn blasting in front of the house. Tom's father was in his plow truck, come to pick up Tom. I left my phone in the kitchen last night and hadn't gotten his call. Tom flew down stairs, pulling on his clothes as he headed for the front door. "Thanks for everything, Toby. I'll call you later today," and out he ran. "Toby, you and I need to talk about last night," I started. "Ronnie, Tom and I made a promise to each other not to say anything to anybody, even you. You may be mad but I did make a promise." "Yes, and you and I made a promise to each other to be honest all the time. What about that promise?" "Technically I'm not breaking that promise. I'm not lying about anything, just not saying anything at all. If I told you anything that would be definitely be breaking my promise to Tom. You wouldn't want that, would you?" He kind of had me there so I just let it pass. "Eat some breakfast and then get the snow blower going and clear the driveway." I ran into Tom's dad a few days later when I was having lunch at the local diner. "Hey Ronnie, I want to thank you for letting Tom stay with you during the storm." "No problem at all, Chuck. He's a great kid and I enjoyed having him. He's welcome any time." "He's a good kid but I worry about him sometimes. He's always hanging around with his teammates and I never hear him talk about any of the girls at school. It's almost like he's a queer or something." That comment and the way he said 'queer' in a derogatory tone really got to me. "They all develop at different stages. He's going to be who is going to be in due time," I said trying to allay his fears even though I had my own suspicions. "I hope you're right, for his sake. Thanks again," and off he went, none too soon for my liking. We had just finished supper that night when there was a knock on the front door. Toby went to answer it and yelled for me to come quick. Tom was at our front door, cold and crying. "Tom, come in. You're half frozen," Toby ushered him in. "What the hell happened? Are you all right?" "My dad threw me out of the house," he managed to blurt out before sobbing so badly his whole body was shaking. "Why the hell would he do that?" Toby asked. I also wanted to know. "My dad has been home taking comp day for all the hours he was plowing and was snooping around on my computer. He found some gay porn I had been browsing. When I got home he went ballistic on me, called me out for being gay and said that any gay boy was not his real son. He ordered me to get my things and leave, not to ever come back." I was furious. How could a father do that to his son? I knew Chuck was a real macho asshole but I didn't think he'd stoop this low. I closed the door as Toby wrapped his arms around Tom and just held him. "Toby, take Tom in the living room and I'll get a hot drink to warm him up." "Sure thing, Ronnie." "I'm sorry I bothered you but I didn't know where else to turn. Just let me warm up and I'll be on my way," Tom apologized between sobs. "On your way to where? You're not going anywhere. You're staying here until we can sort this out. I'll talk with your dad tomorrow after he has had a chance to calm down," I reassured Tom. "Just text your mom and let her know where you are and that you're safe. She must be worried about you." "Okay. Thank you so much. I was going to stay outside somewhere and hope that I froze to death tonight. That would solve all my problems." "No, that wouldn't solve anything. You'd end up with frostbite and add more problems. Toby and I would be heartbroken to loose you. You did the right thing by coming here," I reassured him. I went and made some hot cocoa for all of us. Tom calmed down and stopped crying. Toby took him upstairs and got out the inflatable mattress for Tom. I was so keyed up that I stayed up for a while and fumed over what Chuck had done. I was sure he'd rethink his decision by morning. Toby came back down and sat next to me on the couch. "Tom is asleep. Thank you for letting him stay here tonight. And thank you for being the kind of person that makes him feel he has somewhere to turn at a time like this," Toby hugged me. "Just doing what any decent human being would do. You've got a good group of friends and I always glad to help any of them in any way I can. You know that don't you?" "I do and they do as well. They all tell me they wish their fathers were like you." I felt a sense of pride in that but more than that, a feeling of closeness with Toby. We just sat there in silence for a while, my arm over his shoulder. "Ronnie, I have to tell you something. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before," Toby said quietly. "You can tell me anything, you know that." "That night, in your bed when Tom and I came to sleep with you, I was the one who jerked you off the first night. Tom thought it was a crazy idea but he went along with it. Then he suggested he wanted to try it the next night. He was just supposed to stroke you off but then he took it one step further and sucked your cock. I got nervous and figured if I kissed you it would keep you occupied and you wouldn't know who was doing what. I didn't want to break my promise to Tom but now I know what you and I have is more important. We have to be honest with each other, like you said." "Thank you for telling me. I understood your reluctance to break your promise to Tom. You didn't have to, you know. I won't let on to Tom that you told me." "I just wanted you to know in case it changed your mind about letting Tom stay here." "Hell, no. He is welcome to stay here as long as it takes to get this straightened out with his dad. However long that takes." "It might be a while. Tom has told me his dad is stubborn and pretty stuck in his ways." I was up early the next morning. I came downstairs to make a coffee and heard a truck roaring away from my driveway. I looked outside and saw Chuck's pick up truck flying down the road and eight trash bags on my front lawn. I went outside to see what he had done and found the trash bags filled with Tom's clothes. On the ground next to them was Tom's laptop, smashed to pieces. Cussing him out loud, I brought the bags in the house. Toby had heard me cussing and came down stairs to see what the commotion was all about. Toby's eyes teared up as he realized what this meant. Tom's dad didn't calm down but was serious about Tom never going home again. "You stay here with Tom, I'm going after that bastard!" as I stormed off to get in my car and chase after him. As I suspected, he went to the highway department garage. I came to a skidding stop and ran in the garage. "Hey Eagon! What the hell kind of an asshole are you?" I yelled across the garage when I saw him. "You throw your son out in the cold and forbid him to ever return? What kind of a parent does that?" "The kind of a parent who doesn't want a fag living under his roof!" he shot back coming over at me. We stood toe to toe. "You're not a parent, you're an inhumane jerk! You have no idea whether you son is gay or not! You should try talking to him instead of tossing him away like yesterday's trash!" "Oh, like you talk to the team, telling them how to be queers and spend their days jerking off and worse. I figured he'd run to you. I don't need advice from the Headmaster of the Homo Hotel." Some of his fellow workers came over when we started yelling. I'm not a fighter as a rule, but his last comment pushed my buttons the wrong way. I balled up my fists and made ready to go at him. Two of his coworkers grabbed my arms and held me. "You guys hold him and I'll teach him to mind his own business," as he balled up his fists. Two more coworkers grabbed him. "We're holding him so you don't get the beating you deserve. How could you do that to your only son?" one of them asked. "Because he's a gay boy and he's not my son any more!" as he struggled to get free. I was released but they still held Chuck. So I continued. "Like father, like son," I decided to push his buttons. "I'll bet you're a closet gay and too afraid to admit it. Has he ever offered any of you guys a blow job after work?" A few snickers came from the coworkers near us. ""I'll bet he goes home at night and jerks off in the bathroom thinking about having sex with all of you, one at a time." Now it took a couple more coworkers to hold him back. The yelling had caught the attention of the supervisor. He came over and was informed of the gist of things. "Eagan, you're not even supposed to be here today. You get your ass out of here and don't come back until you told to. And you, who ever you are, get out of my garage before I call the police," the supervisor put an end to things quickly. "No need to call the police. I'm going there myself and file a report of child endangerment and then calling Child Services as well," I told him. "I don't care what you do, as long as you're out of here." The coworkers held on to Chuck until I could get to my car and leave. I knew this wouldn't be the end of things but I thought better of going to the police just yet. I had to think this through carefully. If I acted hastily, Child Services would take Tom and put him in a foster home. As much as I wanted to see Chuck get in trouble, I wanted to do what was best for Tom. I got home and Toby and Tom were sitting in the living room, quietly staring at the bags of clothes. I had thrown the laptop in a trash barrel in the garage. Tom didn't need to see that. "What happened, Ronnie?" Toby asked. "I spoke with Tom's dad but he didn't change his mind for now." "Spoke? I'll bet it was a real screaming match. My dad is such an asshole. I wish you had beat him up," Tom looked at me with a blank look on his face. I didn't want to admit that I had lost my temper and was ready to fight him "Fighting never solved anything. He is very set in his ways and a punch in the nose wouldn't change his opinions. We'll see where it goes. Until then you're staying here with us, no argument about it." "It wouldn't change his opinion of me but I bet it would've made you feel better. I know I would have," Tom stated. I laughed. "You may be right." "My mom texted me and wants to meet you at Wegmans grocery store at 11:00 when she goes shopping. She wants to talk to you and doesn't want my dad to know. Will you do that?" "Of course. Do you want to come along?" I asked him. "No, I'll let you and her talk to you and see what she has to say." I met his mom and told her about confronting Chuck. "I know. His friend at work called and told me. I still don't believe the way he reacted. I wanted to stick up for Tom but I'm scared of what he would do. Is Tom all right? He is at your house now, right?" she asked nervously looking around to make sure Chuck hadn't followed her. "Yes, he is with Toby and I. He is welcome to stay as long as it takes to get this resolved. Naturally he's upset but we're trying to comfort him as best we can. You're welcome to stop by any time you want to see him," I old her. "I don't dare. If you're okay with him being with you, let's just leave it at that for now. I'll text him and he can let you know if I need to meet with you again." I know she is scared of her husband but she seemed to be abandoning Tom as well. I just don't understand parents like these two. I got home and told the boys of my meeting with Tom's mom. They were both dressed and wanted to go to school. I told them they could stay home today if they wanted. But Tom wanted to keep up appearances and not let on that anything was amiss. If he was absent, the school always calls home to make sure the student is sick. I dropped them off and went in the office to tell them the boys had overslept. The secretary was a woman I had designed a kitchen for and she knew me on sight. "Good morning, Ronnie. What brings you in here this morning?" she asked. "Tom's parents were called out of town on a family emergency to Tom is staying with Toby and I for a few days. If anything comes up you can reach me at the number on file for Toby." "No problem. I'll make a note of it on his file. They're lucky to have a good friend like you to help out in times of trouble." If only she knew of the trouble. Toby's teammate Phil was a year older than Toby and Tom. He had his license and had gotten a car for Christmas. He and Barry would stop by in the morning and give the boys a ride to school. They wondered why Tom was staying with us but didn't really push the issue. Tom was unusually quiet and they knew something was wrong. They asked without trying to pry or push the subject. Tom told them everything was good, he just had a cold and wasn't feeling right. They accepted that and dropped the subject. Until the third morning. Barry turned to look at Tom in the back seat with Toby, "Tom, I don't want to poke my nose in your business but my dad told me about the fight between Ronnie and your dad at the garage the other day. He was concerned about you and wanted to know if you were okay. He didn't want me to say anything to you and I know he won't say anything to anyone else about it. If you are gay, it doesn't make any difference to us. You're still one of our best friends. And we won't tell anyone. You're secret is safe with us." Barry let on he knew. Tom looked in horror at being outed. Then the flood of tears came. Phil pulled his car into a parking lot and turned off the engine. Toby hugged Tom as the tears came relentlessly. "Tom, so you're gay, big deal. It might matter to some people but not to us. You're a hell of a quarterback, a loyal friend and a nice guy. That's all that matters." Phil tried to calm him down. Tom slowly stopped crying and wiped his face. "We better get to school of we'll be late," Tom said, taking a deep breath and warning them. "You're in no shape to go to school today. I think we're overdue for a road trip. Who's for skipping school and going to the Burlington Mall for the day?" Phil shouted. Toby, Barry and Phil all started chanting, "Road trip, Road trip" "Thanks guys, but if we skip school the office will call my house and that will set of a whole new bunch of shit," Tom noted. "No they won't, Ronnie told the office to call him if they needed anything. I'll text him and let him know what's going on," Toby told Tom. "Right, let's all text our parents and let them know that we're taking a well deserved day out of school I know mine won't object," Phil added. "Mine won't either," Barry threw in. "Then it's settled, Burlington here we come." Tom looked from at each of them, one at a time and smiled. Toby could feel the tension leave his body as he sat back and looked out the window as they got on the highway. I texted back to Toby. 'If you haven't left town yet, stop back home before you go. It will only take a minute'. Phil pulled up in front of my house and I went out to meet them. "I know why you're doing this and I think it's great you're supporting Tom. I also know this is an impromptu thing so none of you have much more than your lunch money on you. That won't get you very far. I would love to go along but I'm too busy today so I'm going to sponsor this trip. Toby, take my gas card and fill up before you go and then top it off when you get back," reaching into my wallet. "And here's $200 to split between the four of you for spending money. A trip to the mall is no fun if you don't have any spending money." "Thanks, Ronnie but we can't take your money. We're just going to hang out for the day," Phil pushed back the money. "Take it. You might was to see a movie, get something to eat, buy a souvenir of your day, whatever you want. I don't expect change back, either. You just can't spend it on alcohol, tattoos, or cigarettes." I laid down the rules. "No tattoos? Damn, I was going to get a big tattoo across my forehead, 'I'm Gay'" Tom said smiling and breaking into a laugh as did all the other boys. "Awesome! That joke and the laugh are the best investment I've ever made. Now, go on and get out of here. Drive safe." as I backed away from the car. They returned safe and sound 10 hours later, all in high spirits. Toby and Tom came in the house laughing and recalling the day's shenanigans. "I'm going up stairs and shower. Thank you so much for today, Ronnie," Tom said giving me a hug before he bolted up stairs. "That was one of the kindest things I've ever seen you do. He was his old self again, at least for today. I could just kiss you right now," Toby declared. I spoke before my mind was engaged, thinking back to Toby's kiss in bed the other night. I looked around to make sure Tom had left the room, "So who's stopping you," I blurted out before I knew what I was saying. Toby looked at me in amazement and then grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me in for a kiss, a quick kiss, but then came back for a more prolonged and deeper kiss. My cock immediately responded to having our mouths locked together, chubbing up quickly on its way to full staff. We broke the kiss and Toby had the biggest grin on his face. I swear the grin was actually bigger than his face. "This day just keeps getting better and better!" and off he went to take his shower. I stood there trying to clear my head. I had encouraged him to kiss me and got hard while his tongue was in my mouth. This is not a typical guardian/child situation. It felt good, as shown by the bulge in my pants. I gave him permission, even though he suggested it. Fuck it! We all deserved to have some fun today and that was mine. Toby and Tom had been eating junk food all day and weren't particularly hungry for supper. I made a light supper and then some popcorn and we watched a movie before turning in for the night. Toby and Tom went to Toby's room and I went to mine. I got undressed and into bed and was almost asleep when Toby came to my door. "Ronnie, Tom is slipping back into his depression, Can we sleep in here again with you. We'll keep our hands to ourselves tonight. Tom just feels safer in with you and so do I." "Keep your hands to yourselves and your mouths closed and you can join me." Both boys bounded in the room and jumped on my bed. They were already naked and I got my first good look at Tom's naked body. He was as good looking as Toby, well-defined muscles and not an ounce of fat on him. The coach is a jerk but he knows how to condition these young boys to get the maximum performance out of their growing bodies. It was hard to tell how he stacked up cock wise, being flaccid and flopping around. It looked about the same size as Toby's but that can change drastically when the bone up. They cuddled up on either side of me, already placing one of their legs over mine. I felt myself react to the skin on skin contact but concentrated as hard as I could to not get completely hard. So far, so good. I should have quit while I was ahead. But I didn't. "I hope you boys have been emptying your balls regularly so we done have any midnight surprises," I warned them. It took a minute but they caught on to what I meant. "Hey Tom, I've been too busy lately, how about you?" Toby asked across me body. "Same here, it's been a while. Maybe we better be safe than sorry," as both boys rolled onto their backs and started to stroke their cocks. "Really? You have to do that here? Now?" I complained. "Just following orders, Ronnie. Besides, we know you've been busy too," as Toby took my cock in his hand and started stroking it. "Hey, remember I said keep your hands to yourselves?" I reminded them. "Yes you did. But you also just said no midnight surprises and then applies to you too." Tom reasoned. The kiss from Toby had started a slow smolder in my loins and now this. I knew better than to let them do this, but knowing and doing are two totally different things. I stretched my arms around their shoulders and pulled them close to me as they stroked themselves and me, both boys taking turns on my cock. Tom kicked back the covers as he was getting close to we wouldn't have to change the bed. He was the first one to shoot a load of cum on his stomach. Then Toby was pushed over the edge from the moaning and groaning from Tom as well as the smell of fresh cum filling the room. Tom replaced Toby's hand on my cock, slippery from his cum. The smooth slick feeling made me loose it and I added my cum to Tom's hand and my chest. Tom kept stroking me slowly until he had me so tender I had to make him stop. Toby slid off the side of the bed trying not to let the cum on his body drip off. He grabbed a T-shirt of mine and wiped himself then tossed it to Tom who tossed it to me when he was finished. By the time I got it there wasn't a lot of dry areas left so it just smeared the cum around, making it easier to dry on me. I was too tired for a shower tonight but tomorrow I'd need a scrubbing pad to get the crust off me. They cuddled back up to me and we all fell asleep, sticky and smelly but very content. I woke the boys early the next day to get ready for school. We all needed showers. "If would save time if we all showered at the same time," Toby suggested. "You have that many showers?" Tom asked in surprise. "Of course not silly, I meant we could all get in the same shower at once!" The three of us in the same shower at the same time would not make it faster. If anything it would take a lot longer, knowing you two horndogs. "Tom, you go first, Toby next, I'll make breakfast and I can shower after you two leave for school," I laid it out for them. "Kill joy," Toby complained as he headed for his shower. They were ready when Phil showed up to get them. "Make sure you get to school today. No more road trips," I yelled as they left the house. I cleaned up from breakfast and went to take my shower. The house was quiet and I had all the time in the world to take a nice leisurely hot soapy shower. As I was washing my mind roamed back to last night in bed with the boys. My cock responded not only to my thoughts but also the very thorough job I was doing washing it, over and over and over. I decided I wasn't going to get off in the shower so I dried off and when and lay down on my bed. Slow stroking I was going to make this last. My mind was drifting and I remember when I split with my girl in the city, I was mad at her so I took her favorite toy - her vibrator. I just took it out of anger with no intended use for it. A thought hit me. I got up from bed and went to my closet, taking down a box I had never bothered to unpack. In the bottom of the box was her vibrator. I was sure the batteries were dead but it buzzed to life when I moved the switch. My curiosity was building as I went back to the bed. I started to stroke my cock again as I turn on the toy and moved it around the head of my cock. A strange stimulation but not enough to keep doing it there. I moved it down towards my ass and ran it over my hole. Now that was a very good addition to my stroking. I pressed against my hole to see if I could slide it inside me. Nope, not going to happen. Way too much pain. I reached over to my nightstand and got a tube of lube one of the ladies from the business meeting liked to use on me. She would lube up my cock and give me a nice slippery hand job so I'd last longer when we fucked right after. I applied some to my ass and spread some over the toy. This time it went in, still some initial pain but certainly bearable. I moved it back and forth in small strokes, getting used to something in my hole. I went a little deeper and it felt even better. Now it was a little over half way in so I turned on the switch. The vibration in my ass made me jump. It felt exquisite. I had stopped stroking but now I resumed paying attention to my boner as the toy buzzed and excited my hole. I picked my hips up changing the angel of the toy and having it hit my spot I've heard about but of course had never found. I wiggle my ass and raised my hips up and down to accentuate the contact with that spot. I felt the familiar tingle in my balls and the stiffening cock. I erupted in a stream of pulsating cum like I hadn't shot since my teenage years. My ass had clamped so hard on the toy that it shot out of my ass as I was unloading. I was spent. It was ten minutes before I caught my breath and was able to pick up my head and look at the mess of cum all over me. My chest, my legs, my shoulders, my hand and dribbling down my balls. Time for another shower. I took the toy with me to wash it off and put it away so the boys didn't find it. But close enough that I could get it again the next time I was feeling kinky. Was I no longer an anal virgin? Did a toy in the ass count as losing my cherry? What would a real cock feel like? And whose cock would it be? It couldn't be one of the boys. That would be way over the line. A mutual jerk isn't exactly proper but it's not as bad as getting fucked. Or fucking them. Whoa! How the hell did I get there? I have to get dressed and get my ass to work on my next project and put all this behind me. No, wait. I already put it behind me. That's what started all the trouble. The Superbowl was fast approaching. The team booster club held a big Superbowl party ever year at the local VFW hall. They rented a huge wide screen TV and had the dads bring dishes they cooked for a potluck supper. The admission price was set at $50.00 per adult but it was flexible. If money was tight for a family, they could pay whatever they could afford. Most paid more knowing the profits from the event went to a scholarship program for senior members of the team. Tom's dad was always a big supporter of this event but he didn't attend this year. He had got into a fight at work and was fired. He got a job driving over the road trucking and was away from home often, this weekend being one of them thankfully. The coach always started the event with a recap of the team's record the previous season. He made a point of highlighting the quarterback's performance and pointed out some great plays. I was nervous about Tom's dad showing up and making a scene when Tom was put in the spotlight. This year, however, the coach just talked about the team in general terms and didn't mention Tom by name. I thought that was odd. As we were in line to get food, the coach approached me. "I hear our quarterback is staying at your house these days." Again, he didn't mention Tom by name. "Yes, he has some issues at home and needed a place to cool off. Toby and he are good friends so he asked to stay with us for a few days," I glossed over the reasons. "That might not be such a good idea. Guilt by association, you know," giving me a nudge with his elbow. "I'm probably going to have to drop him as quarterback next year. I have to be concerned for the morale of the team, you know." "No, I don't know. You think dropping a quarterback that took the team to the state finals will be good for morale?" knowing what he really meant. "You'd be wise to heed my warning and look out for your own good," he warned me again. "Unless you're one of them?" I was furious! "I'm not one of anybody. I'm a caring and concerned adult doing what I can for the best interest of a fine and decent teenager," I shot back at him. "Oh, okay, I get your drift," as he turned and walked away shaking his head. This homophobe has no place being in charge of the boys on the team. I wanted to do something about this but I knew I had to tread carefully. Football was big in this town and he had a winning record so his shortcomings could be overlooked by the powers that be. Other than the interaction with the coach, the party was a good time. The boys all bragged about which team they would play for when they got drafted into the NFL. As the game was played, they critiqued the players, second-guessing the plays like they knew better. The comradery between the boys was awesome, no morale problem that the coach was warning about. Financially it was one of the best events to date, raising a record amount of money for scholarships. The local newspaper did the yearly full-page spread of the event in the sports section. Lots of pictures and highlights of the season, giving Tom his due for his part in reaching the state finals. I was glad to see he got the praise for his hard work all season, even if the coach didn't recognize it. Over the next couple of weeks I was contemplating what I could do to stop the coach from dropping Tom for next season. As it turns out I didn't have to do anything. The publicity the coach got from the article had backlash. One of the cheerleaders came forward with accusations of sexual improprieties against the coach. It went public and several more girls came forward. The coach was put on leave and after a short investigation, he was fired and charged with multiple charges of various sex crimes. Life was moving along fairly smoothly. February vacation started and like every other red blooded Vermonter, down hill skiing was the order of the day. I rented a chalet near Killington. Of course it had to have lots of rooms. Toby and Tom invited all their teammates to come and stay with us. Thankfully they staggered their visits so we weren't over whelmed. Toby apologized for so many guys showing up and intruding on our week but I told him it was fine. I enjoyed the chalet being full all week. Getting my money's worth. One our last day of skiing, Toby hit an ice patch and went flying off the trail. He put his arms out to prevent hitting a tree and ended up spraining his left shoulder and right wrist. Thankfully nothing was broken. His left arm ended up in a sling and his right wrist was bandaged and immobilized. We got home and Tom and I had to unpack the car while Toby went upstairs and lay down. We were all exhausted and needed a shower. Toby called out as we came in with the last load of gear. "Ronnie, Tom, I need some help up here," he yelled down to us. We both went up to see what he needed. "I have to take a piss real bad. I can't move my right hand and my left shoulder is too sore to be of any good. Can I get some help?" he asked pointing down to his crotch with his bandaged right hand. "He's your friend, Tom. You can help him," I passed it off not wanting to seem too anxious to hold Toby's cock in my hand. Even though I was. "You're his guardian, it's your responsibility," he came back to me. 'I don't care which one of you helps me but if you don't hurry up and decide you'll have to change my wet pants too." Toby pleaded with us. "You know what this means, Tom?" "Yes, one of us has to hold his cock while he pisses," he answered. "That, and one of us has to help him take a shower and wash him," I warned Tom. "So pick one." "Alright, I take him to piss and you have to wash him," Tom compromised. "We can take turns. Tomorrow I'll help him piss and you can wash him. Deal?" "Wait a minute! Are you saying I can only piss once a day?" Toby protested. "Maybe twice if we're feeling generous," I replied with a laugh. "But we have to keep this strictly business, no fooling around." "Come on, no more negotiating, my bladder is about to burst," Toby pleaded. Tom got up and led Toby to the bathroom. I heard a zipper slide open, the sound of water splashing and Toby's sighs of relief. The toilet flushed and Toby came out with a grin on his face. "Tom is washing his hands, first time he ever did that after handling my cock," he laughed. I suggested Toby sleep alone in his own bed so no one would bump him in the night. He was willing to take the chance as long as he could sleep in my bed with Tom and I. The three of us had been sleeping in the same bed pretty regularly, limiting any sexual games to once a week or so. What Toby and Tom did on their own time was their business and I didn't pry. Toby didn't want a shower, just a pain pill and go to sleep. I settled him into bed and went to take a quick shower. Tom was already showering so I got undressed and sat on the commode waiting for him to finish. "Hurry up and get washed. If you're doing anything else you can do that later." "Why don't you come in and help me if you're in such a hurry?" Tom yelled over the sound of the running water. "Because if I came in to help you, it would take a lot longer, way longer, with both of us in there. Get done and get out." I ordered him. "It wouldn't be as much fun without Toby anyway." He rinsed off and slid open the shower curtain. I was naked and flaccid sitting on the commode. The week of skiing and the ride home had me physically drained, while worrying about Toby's injuries had me mentally exhausted. I hoped he healed completely and his football game wouldn't be adversely affected. But as spent as I was, the sight of Tom getting out of the shower, water dripping off his body, made my body come back to life. Dripping from his chin, a drop falling off his nipple and a drip, drip, drip of water of the tip of his penis. At least I assumed it was water. He was pretty well on his way to being hard so for all I know it could have been precum flowing out of him. He looked down at my crotch and saw me rising to the occasion. He took a towel and started to dry himself. He did a little fandangle dance, hold the towel over his ass while shaking it side to side, making his cock and balls swing wildly. Then he turned his ass to me and bent over at the waist to dry his legs and his feet. His legs were spread so I could see his balls hanging low, still over heated from the hot shower. He turned back to face me, threw the towel on the floor and grinned at me, his stiff cock sticking straight out in my direction. "I feel so much better. Do you know what I'm ready for now?" he asked as he took hold of his cock and gave it a few strokes. I was smiling at him, guessing what he was ready for. "I'm ready to go to bed and get a good night's sleep," as he scooted past me and ran to the bedroom. What a fucking tease! Just as well. I wanted a hot shower and a comfortable bed too. I got in the shower and washed my body, paying particular attention to my still at the ready cock. The hot water cascading over me, my soapy hand sliding back and forth on my boner and the vision I had just seen of Tom, naked and dancing in front of me pushed me to the edge faster than I would have thought possible. But it did and I blasted a load of cum all over the shower wall. Now I really felt the physical exhaustion. I rinsed off and got out, dried off and went to bed. Climbing in with Tom and Toby I paid particular attention to position myself as far away from Toby as I could so as not to hit his hand or shoulder. That put me right up against Tom. "Fancy meeting you here, big boy," he said suggestively. "You had your chance but walked away from it. Good night," I brushed him off. "Good night, Ronnie," and it was quiet for a few minutes. "Ronnie, are you asleep?" "Not yet." "I just want to thank you for this week, for the skiing trip. Hell, I want to thank you for the last few months. I couldn't have never made it without you and Toby to stand with me and keep me putting one foot in front of the other." "It was our pleasure." Tom leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. Nothing sexy or romantic, just a tender show of emotion and gratitude. We were all sound asleep in minutes and slept through the night.