Date: Sun, 3 Jul 2022 01:35:52 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: Instant Family - Chapter Three 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 friend's point of view and tells of the changes that take place in both their lives as a result of this arrangement. Through one crisis after another the bond between the three of them intensifies. 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 THREE Everything was going smoothly for the next month. Toby's injuries had healed one hundred percent and he was cleared to play sports. His recovery was an interesting few weeks though, Tom and I trading between helping him with bathroom chores, bodily functions and bathing, as well as stress relief now and then, if you get my drift. I think Toby faked his recovery in the last week or so to extend the personal stress relief he was getting. But neither Tom nor I minded. Gave us a good reason to be guilt free in doing it. The stress relief Tom and I provided for each other was not so guilt free but we reasoned what we did with each other was just a payback for what we were doing to Toby. One hand washes the other they say but in this case, one hand strokes the other. The end of March I got a call from my friend in the office at school. "Hi Ronnie, this is Marjorie. Tom is in the nurse's office with a headache and the nurse wants to send him home. Can you come pick him up?" "Of course, I'll be there shortly," I replied with some concern in my voice. What if the nurse had called Tom's home instead of Marjorie calling me? "Wonderful. I'll have him with me in the main office. Just come here and pick him up." "Thanks so much," as I hung up and got dressed. (still working nude during the day) I went right to the main office and saw Tom sitting in a waiting area chair, his face an unusual look of pain and relief all at the same time. His brow was wrinkled from the headache pain and his mouth curled up in a faint smile. "That was quick," Marjorie commented when she saw me. "Hi. I just wanted to get here, get him and get out before anyone asked any questions," I explained. "Thanks for calling me. I didn't know if my number was still on record." "It is. I saw Tom going into the nurse's office so I poked my head in to see what was up. When the nurse said she wanted to send him home, he looked terrified. I told them both I'd make the call when I got back to my desk. The nurse went to fill in her paperwork and I quietly asked Tom if he wanted me to call you. He nodded his head so quick I knew he must be still staying with you so I gave him a wink and called you." "Yeah, life is complicated for him right now, for all of us involved." "You're s very smart man, I'm sure if anyone can figure out complications it will be you. I made a note in his file to call your number until further notice so no matter who needs to call his parents, they will get you," Marjorie admitted. "You have no idea how important that is right now. I'll fill you in on the details later. Right now I want to get him home," as I moved to get Tom. "No need, the less I know the better. Just knowing he is with you is enough for me." She smiled and went back to her computer. "I'll just make a note he was dismissed and picked up. No need to mention by who," winking and waving good bye to Tom. Crisis averted. I had an ally at school, Tom close friends knew he was gay and living with us but swore themselves to secrecy, the coach was long gone and Tom's father was out of town on the road most of the time. We could take some time to help Tom figure out his life and where it he would go from here. April was on us and Tom was thinking about joining the baseball team at school. He wanted to get his baseball gear from his house so he texted his mother. She said his father left for a trip to Chicago then St. Louis and back so he would be gone for at least a week. They made arrangements for Tom to go on Saturday and get what he needed. His mother offered to bring it to him but she wasn't sure what he wanted. Tom went over by himself on Saturday morning, not telling Toby or myself, nervous that some how something could go wrong with him being there. His worry wasn't without just cause. His mother hugged him and told him how much she missed him and still loved him no matter what. He was skeptical considering the lack of any support she had given him when his father threw him out or since. His mother had packed what ever was left of his clothes in a couple of plastic bags for him and had them in the living room. Tom went up stairs to his room. He looked around and felt so sad that this part of his life was over forever. It was quiet and peaceful as he reminisced before he began to rummage threw his closet for his baseball gear. The peace and quiet was about to come to an abrupt halt. Unbeknownst to Tom or his mother, Tom's father Chuck has gotten some beer for his long trip. He couldn't wait until the end of his day to enjoy it so he had a few on the road. He stopped in a truck stop in western NY to piss and was caught in a DOT inspection. They smelled the beer on him and found the empty cans. He was arrested for DUI and his truck impounded. He was taken to jail and booked then released on bail provided by his trucker's union and told to report the next morning for a pretrial conference. Nobody tells Chuck what to do, not the NY State Police, not the Department of Transportation and certainly not some kangaroo court. He went back to the truck stop in hopes of taking his truck but found it secured. He used his company credit card to fill an independent driver's truck and then took cash from him, enough to get a bus ticket home. He took a taxi from the bus terminal and ended up home mid morning on Saturday. Not good. He walked in the house and saw the bags on the couch. "What the fuck is this?" he yelled. Then walking into the kitchen he saw Tom's mom making some sandwiches for him to take with him when he left. "Did you let that little faggot back in I my house?" he screamed. "Where is he, I'm going to teach him to sneak back here when I'm not home. Tom, Where the hell are you?" he screamed as he headed upstairs to Tom's room, the obvious choice. Tom heard the yelling and was about to run out of the room when he father appeared in the doorway. "I teach you to come back here. I'm going to beat you within an inch of your god damn queer life," and headed for him. Tom backed up and tripped over his bat he had left on the floor. As he lay on the floor, he grabbed for the bat but not quick enough. His father kicked it out of his reach and then kicked Tom in the ribs. Tom rolled over, clutching his side in pain. Tom's mother stood in the doorway, yelling at his father. "Leave him alone!" she screamed. "You no good bitch, you let him in my hose against my orders. I'll deal with you later," he yelled over his shoulder. "I didn't even know he was here. I would have never let him in the house!" she yelled back. Tears flooded down Tom's face. Not so much from the pain in his side, but more from the betrayal of his mother. "Lying cunt! I'll have to teach you a lesson as well," as he swung his fist and caught her on the side of the head knocking her to the floor. Tom immediately felt he should spring to his mother's defense and protect her. But just as quickly he realized he wanted to protect his mother he used to know, who loved him and missed him, not the mother who just renounced him moments ago. He jumped up before his father could turn back to him and ran to the window. His father and mother both stood in the way of his escape out of the doorway so he choose to go out his window onto the first floor roof of the kitchen and then jump from there, something he had done many times when sneaking out. He father lunged at him and managed to grab the end of his shirt as he went out the window. The shirt torn and the sudden release made Tom lose his balance and fall head first from the roof, knocking him unconscious when he landed. His father saw him on the ground and then turned back to Tom's mother. "Good, I hope the little faggot killed himself." Tom's mother tried to rush past her husband to look out the window but he grabbed he arm, swung her around and proceeded to beat her. "Now it's your turn to die, you no good piece of gay loving trash." Moments later sirens were heard getting louder and closer as they approached the house. A neighbor who heard the commotion had alerted the police. They stormed in the front door and up stairs. Tom's father saw them and turned to confront them. They saw Tom's mother bloody and beaten and wasted no time in smacking his father up side the head with a five cell Mag flashlight, rending him unconscious and no longer a threat. They put cuffs on him and then attended to the mother. "My son, that bastard killed my son!" she screamed. "He's outside the window, lying dead on the ground!" One of the officers ran to see if Tom was alive while the other called for an ambulance. The first officer found Tom alive but still unconscious. He was transported to the hospital as well as his mother. Tom regained consciousness and gave the police my number to call. Fortunately the officer was a guy I went to high school with. (small towns are great) "Ronnie, this is Sargent Steve Wilson, remember me from school?" "Of course I do. How are you?" I asked ""I'm fine but we have a young man here in the emergency room who gave us your name and number to call. Says you're his uncle?" Oh my god! Panic! What happened to Toby that put him in the emergency room?" "What happened? Is Toby hurt?" I panicked. Of course he's hurt, fool. Why else would he be in the emergency room. "His name is Tom Eagan. There was a fight at his house. He fell of a roof and his mother was beaten pretty badly. He's okay, bumps and bruises but wants you to come down here, Uncle Ronnie," the officer relayed, with a touch of emphasis on the word "Uncle" not really believing I was his uncle. "I'm on my way." When I got to the hospital, Steve met me at the emergency entrance. "Hi Ronnie, long time, huh?" he stuck his hand out to shake. "Too long. I haven't been too good as catching up with all my friends from school. Been busy getting settled in," I apologized. "Where is my nephew, Tom?" I asked, keeping up the ruse. "He's right this way. I already cleared you with the desk as next of kin so they won't hassle you." "Thanks, I really appreciate your help." "I don't know what the story is with you and this boy, and I don't want to know. The less I know the better. A heads up, though, Youth Services will be notified, hospital rules, and unless you can prove a legal relationship they will be forced to place him in a foster home when he is discharged. His mother will be in here for a while with her injuries and his father is locked up and not looking to get out anytime soon." "I'll work on that. Right now I need to see Tom." We went to the cubicle where Tom was being looked after. His face lit up when he saw me and tried to lean forward to give me a hug with his face grimacing in pain. "Lay back, young man, or we'll have to restrain you." A cranky old nurse warned him. "Do as you're told, Tom." Turning to the nurse, "How is he? What are his injuries?" "Damn few for falling off a roof and landing on his head. He has a sore neck, a lump on the back of his head, a few bruised ribs and a slight concussion. Other than that, his vitals are good and nothing is broken. We're going to keep him overnight to make sure his concussion goes away." "Oh, Ronnie, I'm so sorry to drag you into this," Tom started, holding back tears. "Ahem," Steve said quietly to Tom, "UNCLE Ronnie, remember?" Then winked at us both. "Oh yeah, right. Uncle Ronnie, I didn't mean to cause all this trouble. I just wanted to get my baseball gear from home." At that, Steve put his hand on my shoulder, "I can't be part of this conversation. I'll be at the nurse's station if you need me." "Tom, you didn't cause any of thing, your asshole father did. From what I understand he is locked up now and will be for a while. You should have told me you wanted your baseball equipment, we could have gone and bought some new things. Or I could have gone with you and I would have taken care of your father, once and for all." "That's why I didn't want you to go along. I don't want to bring any more trouble to you and Toby." Oh shit! In my panic I completely forgot about Toby. He'll come home to an empty house and wonder where everyone is. I texted him and filled him in on the major points that Tom and I were at the hospital but Tom was ok. 'I'm on my way', came the return text. "Your mother is in surgery. She had some internal injuries but she should make a complete recovery," I told Tom. "Whatever," and turned his head to the wall and started to whimper. I moved over and held his hand. He told me what had happened at the house and how his mother had betrayed him. "They deserve each other." My heart was breaking for this young man. Feeling abandoned and betrayed by both his parents, in a hospital bed and his main worry is being a bother to Toby and me. "I don't deserve a young man as special as you but I have you and I'm never going to let you go, no matter what." He brought his other hand over and held my hand tight, almost cutting off my circulation. Steve came into the cubicle, "A young man is at the front desk also claiming to be your 'nephew' and wants to see his 'cousin' Tom. For a guy that never married and has no siblings you sure seem to have a lot of 'nephews'" smiling at me. "Just lucky I guess. That would be Toby. Can he come in?" "Seeing as how he is your 'nephew', I'll go get him for you." Toby came in and saw Tom with bruises all over his face. "What the hell happened to you?" he asked with a quiver in his voice. "I was trying to fly, you know like Dumbo the Flying Elephant. Instead I ended up just being dumb and landed on my head." He smirked, then winced in pain when he laughed. "Next time you want to try to fly, let me know. I'll kick your ass so hard you'll take off to the moon!" Toby replied. The nurse came in and said Tom's room was ready. We were all laughing and left the room so they could move him. I offered for to go to the cafeteria with us for coffee. I explained my situation with Toby and hinted around at what had happened with Tom. I told him this was all off the record so he wouldn't feel obligated to put it in his report. "You always were one of the good guys, Ronnie. I hope this all works out for you and the boys. Tom's father can make life difficult for you if he wants," he cautioned us. "I think he has enough problems to deal with without worrying about a son he disowned." Steve had to get back on duty so Toby and I headed up to Tom's room. They didn't want him to sleep until they were sure his concussion had cleared so Toby and I kept him talking. We talked about football, baseball, school and anything we could think of. Toby brought up the sport of swimming. I didn't think the school had a pool or a swim team. "The school has a great pool. But it's closed during the summer when school is out. That's the best time for swimming. Didn't you say your original plans for the house included a swimming pool?" Toby asked, not so innocently. "Yes it did but I decided it wasn't a big deal not to have one." "Well, I think we should put it to a family vote. All those in favor of putting in a swimming pool, raise your hand," Toby calling for a vote. Both he and Tom quickly raised their hands so I raised two and declared the vote a tie. "I demand a recount," Toby shot back to me just as the nurse came in the room to check on Tom. "All those in favor, hands please. Nurse how many hands do you see raised?" "Four, no wait, six," she counted. Toby was looking at her and looked confused until he turned around and saw I had raised both my hands as well. "I always like to be on the winning team," I giggled. We had been there all afternoon and the nurse declared Tom out of danger so he could get some rest. We said our good byes and left. On the way home I called Josh, the lawyer who had worked on the papers for Toby. I explained the situation and asked if there was anything he could do to stop Youth Services from taking Tom when he was released. "Let me make a call. The judge who signed the papers for Toby was impressed that you were taking him in. Let's hope he can help with this. I'll get back to you as soon as I can." It wasn't ten minutes later when my phone rang with a blocked number on the screen. "Hello, is this Mr. Ronald McPherson?" a very deep voice on the other end asked. "Yes, this is he." "This is Judge Harold Rothstein. I just got a call from Attorney Joshua Meyers concerning the juvenile Thomas Eagan. Is this the right party?" "Yes it is, thank you," I was astonished and at a loss for words getting a call from the judge himself so quickly. "I would like you and your attorney to meet me at my house in an hour. Can you make that?" "Of course, your Honor. I know I can make it and I'm sure Josh, I mean Attorney Meyers will be there as well." "Fine. He knows the address. I'll see you both in an hour." And the phone went dead as he hung up. I was about to call Josh when he called me. "Did you get a call?" "I don't know how you pulled that off but he wants to meet us both in an hour." "Yes, I know. He wants to meet you in person. I'll pick you up in a half hour." I barely had enough time to get home, clean up a bit and get my best suit on when Josh was honking his horn. I told Toby I'd be back soon and ran out the door. The judge lived in a very modest house in a good neighborhood. His car parked in the driveway was a few years old, average sedan, nothing pretentious. His wife welcomed us at the door and led us to his study. "I'll be back with coffee in a minute." "We don't mean to be a bother." I told her. "Not a bother, you're guests in our house." She replied as she headed off to get coffee for everyone. "So, the benevolent Mr. McPherson, up to his old tricks again," the judge laughed. I had no idea how to take that. Was I here to get chewed out and be denied in person? "I beg your pardon, judge?" I asked. He wife came in the room carrying a tray with coffees. "Don't mind him. He's a wise ass when he's not wearing his robe," she giggled. "Now Harriet, let me have my fun," the judge scolded her kiddingly. "So, Ronnie, may I call you Ronnie?" "By all means, judge," taking a page out of his book, "Call me anything but late for supper." I heard Josh clear his throat loudly and his wife smiled at me. "See Hiram, I told you you'd like him." "Yes, he can give it as good as he takes it. I looked into your background when Josh approached me about your arrangement with Tobias Hanson. Very impressive credentials. And a hometown boy at that. How is it working out with Tobias so far?" I filled him in on our life together, of course without the sexual antics. Then I explained my connection with Tom and how I came to be involved with him. "Very noble of you, I must say. But you're a single man with no experience as a parent. What makes you think you should be raising both these two young boys by yourself," he asked. "Well, your Honor, I learning as I go. But I think the most important thing at this time in a young man's life is a stable and loving environment. Both these boys have had horrible lives at home and need some stability when everything around them is changing. High school can be a challenge for any young person but they can seek the refuge of a secure home and a loving family at the end of the day. I want to offer that to these two boys, they deserve nothing less" I explained to him. "And will this be the end of your benevolence or are you planning on opening a home for troubled boys?" he face looked concerned. "I will do as much as I can for as many as I can for as long as I can. My house has three bedrooms, one for each boy and one for myself. If I can help any other boys who need what I can offer, I'll add on a dormitory if need be. If Tom goes into the system, there is no telling where he will end up. I so desperately want to prevent him from being just another statistic on a ledger sheet for Youth Services." "You don't have much faith in our system, do you?" he inquired. "It's overwhelmed and can't handle any more children so I'm stepping up to do whatever small part I can." "Talking to you I'm reassured I made the right decision with Tobias so I'm confident I'll be right again. I'm going to issue an emergency injunction naming you temporary guardian for the minor child Thomas Eagan. This will be a ninety-day order, subject to renewal. I will have a copy send over to the hospital tonight so if he is discharged tomorrow you can take him home with you," the judge said. "If the boy's father gives you any trouble get in touch with me right away. I hope his case shows up on my docket. I will make Judge Roy Bean seem like a liberal when I'm done with him. Harriet, I don't have my gavel at home so hit the serving tray with a spoon to make this official," which she promptly did, bringing a laugh from all of us. We chatted for a while and then thanked the judge for his help. Josh and I left and discussed the details of how we should proceed next. Toby was waiting at the front door when I walked up to the house. "So, what happened? Is everything going to be all right? Is Tom coming home tomorrow?" he fired questions faster than I could answer. I filled him in on the judge's order and that Tom was coming home with us when he was discharged, tomorrow or the next day. "Ronnie, I love you so much. I want to be just like you when I grow up." "You're well on your way to growing up and the mold is already cast. I know you're going to be a great person and maybe someday you'll be cursed with having two pain in the ass young boys come live with you and disrupt your whole life," joking with him. "I should be so fucking lucky!" he shot back in the same joking way. "A couple of hot sex toys to keep me company. Speaking of which, . . ." "Not tonight. Too long a day and too much stress. Let's eat and just turn in early so we can get up early, and I do mean up!" The stress had gotten to us and we slept like a rock until eight the next morning when the phone woke us. "Hi Ronnie, this is Tom. The nurse told me you had papers sent over last night that said I was going home with you. When are you going to be here? I'm ready now," Tom spoke excitedly. "Whoa, slow down. Yes, you're coming home with us but we have to wait for the doctor to officially discharge you. That typically happens around ten." "No, the nurse said she's anxious to get rid of me so she is having the doctor make me his first stop this morning." "Okay, have the doctor call and we'll be down and get you." Toby and I were fully awake and started kissing, getting ready to do what we put off last night when the doctor called and begged us to come get Tom, all in good humor. I put my phone down and went back to continue where we had left off. "Can we wait until tonight when Tom is here with us?" Toby asked. My answer was just a deep kiss and a tight hug. He got the message. We met Tom in his room and the nurse brought in a wheel chair for him. "I don't need that, I'm good to go, remember?" as he protested. "Hospital policy, everyone has to go this way. Unless you want to stay for another day or two?" "No way," as he scrambled to get in the chair. As we went into the hallway, Toby asked if he could push Tom to the elevator. "Last one to the elevator is a bureaucrat!' Toby yelled as he grabbed the chair and took off at a run pushing Tom. I don't know where he got that slur from but it made the nurse and I look at each other and quicken our pace. We got home and when Tom walked through the front door, he stopped and looked around the house. "It feel good to be home," he sighed. "Home is such a beautiful word," and started to cry. Toby and I both misted up until Toby broke the tension. "So crybaby, when are we going shopping for baseball gear. I'm going to join the team to keep an eye on you so you don't go getting in trouble any more." "You?" Tom shot back, "You suck at baseball." "Yes I do suck. Oh wait, were you talking about baseball?" The boys went up stairs and I went and sat in the living room. Tom was right. Home is such a beautiful word. And it means so much more when you can share it with people you love. The boys came down stairs an hour later freshly showered with a glow on their faces. I had a pretty good idea what they had been doing but put aside a twinge of jealousy. Their bond was becoming stronger every day and that made me happy. "Come on old man, we have to go shopping. We need gloves, bats, cleats, batting gloves, helmets, a field, two dugouts, and a concession stand with popcorn and hot dogs," both of them adding to their shopping list. "Don't forget the balls," I added. Toby grabbed my crotch and smiled. "Oh, we've got all the balls we need, old man. Full ones. You should know that." Thinking about what they had been doing up stairs for an hour and Toby grabbing my balls started me to chub up. But now was not the time. We had some serious shopping to do. We came back with everything on their list. Well, minus the field, dugouts and concession stand. But we did get some microwave popcorn and some hot dogs to get the feel of the upcoming baseball season. I cooked the hot dogs and made the popcorn while the boys found a replay of last years World Series on TV. I brought the food into the living room and the boys ran out saying they had to put on their baseball uniforms. I didn't recall buying uniforms, per se, but we bought so much stuff that maybe we did. The boys came down in a few minutes wearing the baseball caps they had bought, Toby with the Boston Red Sox hat and Tom with a New York Yankees hat. Baseball brings out the rivalry in every family. The rest of their 'uniforms' consisted of jock straps. "We didn't get any pants or shirts so this is all we have that will be worn when we play," Toby explained. "Yeah and when we play baseball as well," Tom threw in suggestively. I certainly wasn't going to argue with their wardrobe. Big bulges, sweet cheeks and smiling ass cracks were all good for me. As the game progressed and the ribbing about their two favorite teams continued, popcorn was thrown between them, pushing and shoving, crotch grabbing and every other kind of youthful goofing around filled the evening. When the game was over, we cleaned up and went upstairs to go to bed. Both boys noted they were covered in salt and popcorn butter and needed showers before bed. "Ronnie, can you come help wash me. My shoulder is hurting again," Toby pleaded rather unconvincingly. Catching on, Tom joined in. "And my head hurts. Can you help me too?" as he grabbed his crotch. "Wrong head, ass wipe," Toby pointed out. Tom moved his hand up to the top of his head. "Oh yeah, this one too," and grinned. Normally I wouldn't have gone along with this line of bullshit, but they were having too much fun with it. "Ok, but only if you remove your uniforms. I don't want them to get wet." Their jocks straps were pulled off and slingshot across the room. The next thing I saw was those two sweet asses running from the room and towards the shower. I undressed and walked nonchalantly towards the bathroom, my stiff cock swinging side to side. Tom and Toby were already on the shower, the water running and holding a bar of soap. "What took you so long, old man?" Toby teased. "We didn't think you were coming." "You just called me 'old man'. You should know us old men take longer to cum." "We'll have to see what we can do about that," and motioned me to join them. "At least you're ready," as they both looked down at my stiff cock. I took the soap and started washing Toby first, washing his back and his legs, avoiding his ass for now. Then I had him turn around and washed his chest and the front of his legs. Tom was next with the same procedure. Washing him from top to bottom with no intimate contact. "There, no more butter or salt left," I proclaimed. "Maybe not, but you forgot the important parts, you forgot to wash away the stiffness" Toby pointed at his cock. My thoughts went back to the meeting with the judge and him praising me for being such a good person. Would a good person be doing this? Or was I a manipulative predator taking advantage of these two boys? Wait a minute, they coaxed me into this. I'm just an unwilling accomplice. Unwilling? Is that what the boner between my legs is telling me? Hell no! I grabbed the soap and lathered up to wash Toby's cock. Smearing the lather on it, then stroking it back and forth. Moans and encouragement filled the shower. "What about me?" Tom asked as he stepped closer to put his cock within my reach. I gladly obliged him and spread some soap on him and started to stroke his cock as well. Two hot teenagers, two stiff young cocks and a horny 'old man' in the middle. Dam, life is good! I had been working them for a while when Toby announced it was my turn. They turned me sideways between them so one could wash my front and the other my back. Toby worked my cock, slipping in a quick kiss now and then while Tom washed my back, spending particular attention to my ass crack. As he ran his finger up and down my crack he would slow down when he hit my pucker. Not stop but just tease it a little and move on. I was wiggling between the attention both were giving me when Tom's teasing my hole brought back the memory of me using a dildo up may ass. Just then he stopped at my hole and pressed his soapy finger against me until it slid inside. One is stroking my cock, one is fingering my ass. Life isn't good, it's fucking great! Speaking of fucking, am I ready for where this might go? Is Tom getting me ready to take his cock? I hope not. As good as this feels I'm not ready to go that far with either of them, not for my sake, not for theirs. I was pushing back against his intrusion getting closer and closer to my climax. Just when I was about to unload, they both stopped and declared everyone was clean and the shower was over. Shit! I wanted so badly to cum. My ass was still twitching and feeling empty, my cock bouncing up and down and my breathing deep and fast. But they were in control so we rinsed off, dried off and went to bed, all three of us together again. We were cuddled up and enjoying the closeness when Tom quietly spoke up. "Ronnie, I was so scared last night in the hospital. They told me you were coming in the morning to get me but so much bad had happened at my house that I didn't think I could hope you'd take me home. I just knew more bad was waiting for me. I was alone in the bed, missing you and Toby close to me. Last night was the most scared I've ever been in my life. My heart nearly burst when you and Toby walked in the room this morning. It meant it was real and I was coming home." "I told you before and I'm telling you again, this IS your home, for as long as you want to stay here. Same with Toby. My legal obligation to you is for ninety days and for Toby, until he turns eighteen. I'm going to do my best to extend my legal obligation to you, Tom, until you turn eighteen. But my moral obligation, my promise, my word that I gave you both, and my sincere wish is that this will be your home as long as you want to stay, until the day I die if you so wish." Both boys hugged me and took turns kissing me. "Ronnie, I love you more than anyone in the whole world," Tom whispered. "Hey, I love him too you know, just as much if not more," Toby protested. "I have enough love to give both of you," I reassured them. Toby reached over and took the base of my cock in his hand while Tom put is hand on the top half of my cock. "Yes, Tom, he does have enough for both of us." "I sure do, and I share my love willingly" as I reached my hands down and took both of their stiff ones in my hands. As we stroked each other, slowly and lovingly, the boys rolled closer to me, sliding one of their legs under each of mine. They were pushing their legs further, forcing my legs to raise up in the air. They used their free hands to rub my ass cheeks, massaging them and rolling them in their strong hands. Then Tom went further and put his finger against my hole again. "You liked that in the shower, didn't you," he asked. I just sighed in the affirmative. He removed his hand and wet his finger in his mouth then put it back. He pressed and wiggled and put it just inside me. "I knew you liked this. It can get even better, you know." "Oh, I'm sure it can. But this is good for now, maybe in the future," I discouraged him. "It better be in the near future," Toby chimed in. "You'll be sorry you waited." Did he imply that he and Tom were fucking each other and now wanted me to join them? Maybe they had taken it to the next level but I wasn't sure I was ready to go there, if ever. My dildo was fine for now, but maybe? After all, it did feel great. We all continued to stroke each other until the flood of cum shot out. I was in the middle with both the boys on their sides facing me. That meant all their cum ended up on my belly, mixing in with what I had spewed forth. They played in the puddle with their fingers, licking them clean and then going back for more. "It's good, but better right from the tap," Tom commented. "I'll have to try that next time,' Toby concurred. Tom handed me a towel to clean up and we all went to sleep. But not before I kept thinking about Tom playing with my ass and both of them suggesting what was in store for me in the near future. Made for some great dreams!