Date: Thu, 9 Oct 2014 09:01:34 -0700 From: Jay Carrington Subject: My Son and His Friends - Chapter 4 This work is copyrighted by the author, J. Carrington and commercial use is prohibited without permission in writing from the author. Personal or private copies are permitted only if they are complete and include the copyright notice. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. This is a story of a man's relationship with his son and his son's friends. The writing is very detailed and is a written representation of what the author saw as he was writing the story. It will contain some sexual scenes, but it is not totally about sex. The series of chapters are completely fictional and are the result of the author's fertile imagination. Any resemblance to any real person(s) is purely coincidental. The story contains consensual sexual behavior between young adult males and an older adult male. 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Chapter 4 - My Son and His Friends I excused myself from Ryan and headed to my bedroom. When I was in my room and behind closed doors, I told my mom that we could talk now. She started by saying that she really wished that she was there with me, but due to circumstances she could not be. I was becoming more and more nervous, and finally asked mom "What is going on?" She said "Doug, I received a call tonight from Barbara (Allison's mother). I immediately felt a cold shiver go through my body as I did not want my parents communicating with Allison's family because of the divorce, and their actions in it. I started to say something, but mom called me down. She said "Doug, you need to listen to me as this is not what you think. Barbara called me to tell me that Allison passed away this afternoon after a long and courageous battle with cancer that lasted for seven years." I could not believe what I was hearing and sat there in disbelief. Mom talked on to me and I know I was hearing only bits and pieces of what she was saying. Evidently she picked up on that and finally said "Doug, you need to listen to me. Barbara told me that she wanted you to know that Allison found out that she had cancer before she came home seven years ago. She sought another opinion, and had scheduled that before she left you to visit her parents. The day after she arrived home, she visited a top cancer specialist here and her cancer was confirmed. She made the decision that she did not want to put you and Ryan through the pain of seeing her in deteriorating health and her eventual death. She made everyone promise to keep her secret." Mom told me that Barbara was really having a rough time with this, and it might be a good idea if I called and talked to her. I told my mom that I just did not think I could do that, but mom continued to push the point that Barbara was a victim just like I was. We hung up after a few more minutes and then I was left to my own personal thoughts. I went out to the family room and found Ryan watching TV. I told him that we needed to talk and that we needed to cut the TV off. He looked at me with a frightened look on his face. I had him to come over and sit by me, and I began one of the most difficult conversations I have ever had to that date with my son. He took the news better than I had because basically his memory of his mom was so far in the past. He was very concerned about me. He asked me if he could go over to Jay's for a while. I told him that would be fine with me. A few minutes after Ryan went to Jay's my doorbell rang, and it was Jay's mom and dad. They told me that Ryan had shared with them the bad news. We sat and talked about Allison and me, our early lives together, our marriage, our hopes and dreams, and the divorce. They left after asking me to allow Ryan to spend the night with Jay thus allowing me some private time to think and do whatever I needed to do. I thought long and hard about it, and finally agreed even though I did not want to be in the house by myself. As soon as they left, I turned the lights off in the house and went to my room. I turned the lights off, stripped naked and got in bed. I lay there and replayed scenes of our life together along with portions of mom's phone call. I could not believe that she would have kept something this vital from me, but it finally made sense to me as to how fast things progressed leading to the divorce. Finally, I wore myself out and fell asleep. Later in the night, I heard the front door open and close, then I saw a silhouette enter my bedroom and walk around to the other side of my bed. I heard clothes drop and then someone joined me in bed. I felt an arm being placed around my chest and I was pulled back into this person. He said "Pops, I heard your bad news tonight, and I did not want you to be alone, so I borrowed Ryan's house key and came over to spend the night." It was Shane. He just hugged me and his hand brushed my chest and stomach areas. We lay there for the longest time with not a word being said, listening to our breathing, heartbeats and his continued brushing of my chest and stomach. I could not believe how much comfort this brought me and as I began to become more comfortable with Shane being in bed with me, my cock began to harden. I could feel that Shane had a hard-on as it was pressing into my back and it was also leaking some pre-cum. Shane noticed that my cock had hardened and gradually let his hand brush further south than he had previously. I moved and when I did my cock was directly in line with his hand. He took the opportunity to take my cock in his hand, and gradually he began to play with it. After a while, he lifted the covers and moved his head under and down toward my cock. I could not believe what I thought might be happening, but before I could say anything Shane put my cock in his mouth and began to move his mouth up and down on my seven and three quarter inches. The feeling was fantastic, and he turned his body in such a manner that we were now in a 69 position. I turned my head and his hard eight and a quarter inch cock was in my face, I took my hand and was about to move it when he readjusted and he was now at my mouth. For whatever reason, I took his cock in my mouth and began to slide it in and out. I could not take the entire thing in my mouth, but I was getting a good four inches in and I thought I was servicing it good. Before long, I felt that definite feeling that I was about to cum and I tried to push Shane off my cock, but he would not move. He sucked me and then, I felt my cum being released into his mouth. He took all six of my shots and swallowed. He cleaned me off while I continued suckling his cock. He started moving around and tried to pull away from me, but I pulled him to my face and he started exploding in my mouth. I tried to swallow, but the shots were full and fast, some of his cum trickled out of my mouth. Finally he stopped and I cleaned him up. He moved back up so that we were facing one another and he kissed me and wiped his cum off my face and shared it with me in a deep and passionate kiss. I could not believe what had transpired, but for some reason I felt at ease and in a few minutes, I snuggled my back up to his chest and dropped off to sleep with him holding my balls. I woke up the next morning feeling very relaxed, until I realized that someone was in bed with me and it was a man. I gradually turned my head and saw that it was Shane and then the night's events flooded back into my memory. I jumped and when I did, Shane woke up and smiled at me. I looked at him for a few minutes and he asked me how I slept. I told him that I had slept really good last night, and he said "good." I eased out of bed and headed to the bathroom for a shave and shower. As soon as I emerged, Shane got out of bed, showered and dressed too. I asked him what he wanted to eat, and he said he thought cereal would be fine. I pulled down the cereal, bowls, and spoons while Shane got the milk. We sat at the bar and ate without a word being said. After we finished Shane said "Pops, I am so sorry that you received sad news last night, I got the feeling several weeks ago when you talked about your marriage and divorce that somewhere out there you were hoping against all hope that you guys would get back together." I looked at Shane and said "Shane, it was a shock to hear that she had passed away, but more of a shock to hear why she left. I feel as if she cheated me out of something that I had promised in our wedding vows to do, and something that I would have happily done because I loved her." He looked at me and said "It is strange what we do to the people we love because of what we perceive to be the right thing." I sat there and pondered his statement and thought that it was profound for a guy his age. We sat there and talked about the swim practice later that afternoon and where we would meet and work out. After a while, I looked at Shane and said "Shane, there has been an elephant in this house this morning and both of us have ignored him, but it is time to acknowledge him." Shane looked down at the floor and got very quiet. I guess I had hoped that he would carry the conversation, but he didn't so I had to begin to plow through this and I didn't exactly know what I wanted to say. So I started with, "Your companionship last night meant a lot to me. After receiving the news last night and Ryan going next door to spend the night with Jay, I felt so alone again. Your body against mine and your arm around me was so comforting." By this time Shane had pulled his thoughts together and he said "Pops, I know you are probably upset with what I did, but I need you to know that I really didn't know what else to do or say so I acted on some instinct that felt right at the moment." "Well Shane, I have to tell you that it was different, something that I have not experienced in about seven years. I have never done that with another guy but,............... I have to tell you that it was not unpleasureable, I said." Shane looked at me and with a smile on his face he said "Pops, you never cease to amaze me, and I have to tell you that I enjoyed every moment and would look forward to another round one day soon." Just about that time, Jay and Ryan came busting in the house. Ryan come over, hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. Jay came over and hugged me too. Shane got up and said he needed to go back home and get ready to go to work, and that he would see us around 5 o'clock at the pool. Ryan wanted to share some pictures of his mom with Jay, so I pulled them out of the cabinet and talked to them about each picture. Jay told Ryan that she was extremely pretty and that made Ryan and me smile. I have to admit that I always thought she was the prettiest woman that I had ever seen. After we had looked at all the pictures, the boys said that they were off to get Myles and then they were headed to spend most of the day at Rob's house if they could stand his nosy sisters. With the house quiet, I called my mom and we talked for about an hour. She said that there would be a memorial service in about a week. She told me that she and dad would go and asked me what I planned to do. At this point, I still did not know what to do as she had been out of my life and all communications with her family had ceased. Mom told me that she understood, but that at one time she and Barbara were very close and she felt as if she had dropped the ball when the divorce occurred. Mom changed the subject later, and asked me what I wanted for my birthday and I told her I really would like to go to the mountains, but I didn't see that happening this year with all of the activities that we had going. After we hung up, I started cleaning the house with a vengeance. I suddenly remembered the towels in the shower in the exercise room, grabbed them and put them in the washer. I pulled the family sized lasagna out of the freezer, and set it out to thaw. I returned to the exercise room; set it up like I had envisioned; and hung the wall clock. I checked the in-house intercom to see if it worked in the exercise room, as I was not crazy about having to run out there every time I needed the boys. It worked, and I was also able to tune in the sound system, so that we could have background music. The boys returned around 4 o'clock and they started changing into their swimsuits. I went to my room, took a quick shower and changed into another pair of shorts and polo. I joined the boys shortly. We loaded up about 4:45 and headed to meet Shane. He was already there and waiting for us. The boys ran over to him and he began to give them instructions. I sat in one of the chairs nearby and enjoyed watching the boys interact and also, give him a rough time. Shane has grown a lot over the past month with his patience and understanding of the boys. He paired them up and had them swim two lengths of the pool while he timed them. He then increased this to four lengths. They had some issues with four lengths, so he began to coach them on how to spread out their energy rather than burning it all at the beginning. After a while, they seemed to get the hang of it and everybody was happy. After about an hour and a half, they called it quits and were ready to head to the house to eat. Shane begged off as he had other plans, but he told me he would check in later. The boys loaded up and we went home for lasagna. We went straight home and I put the lasagna in the oven, and let it cook according to package directions. I made a quick green salad while the lasagna cooked. I placed it in the refrigerator for it to cool while the lasagna finished cooking. The boys changed back into their clothes and threw their swimsuits into the dryer and pulled out the game consoles. I pulled the lasagna out of the oven and let it set for about ten minutes. I dished up the salads, put the dressings on the counter, and cut the lasagna into chunks. We set down and had a good dinner. The boys continued playing games while I retired to my room to read my book. Around nine o'clock, I returned to the family room and herded the boys to their respective homes and sent Ryan to his room. I locked up and returned to my room. Around ten o'clock my cell phone buzzed with a text from Shane. It simply said 'meet me at the front door'. I went to the front door and let him in, and we walked to my bedroom and he closed and locked the door. Shane came over to me and pulled my polo off, unbuttoned, unzipped my shorts and dropped my boxer briefs. I reached over and pulled his t-shirt off and pulled his basketball shorts down in one swift move. We were both standing there naked and looking each other in the eyes. My cock started to rise as did his. I reached over and grabbed his cock and gave it a couple pulls. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down on my knees. I looked up and he was looking down smiling at me. I looked straight in front of me and his cock was hard and waiting for me. I stuck my tongue out and began to lick it. Then I decided to slurp on it like it was an ice cream. I really was beginning to enjoy his pre-cum when he pulled me back up and moved me to the bed. We lay down and began to kiss and nibble each other around the ears and neck. Shane moved down and began to nibble and lick my nipples. He headed south and before long he had my cock in his mouth and was giving me a fabulous blow job. I pulled him off of me because I did not want to cum yet. We returned to kissing and making out, then we turned into a 69 position and took each other into our mouths. We brought each other to a mind-blowing climax. We shot heavy loads of cum and we both swallowed each other's loads. We lay there for a little longer then Shane got up, unlocked the door and returned to the bed. I could not believe that I had again had oral sex with this young man, but I was hooked on the human contact that I had missed for so long. He pulled me back to his chest and wrapped his arm around me in a tight hug. After a while he moved his hand back down and started to comb through my pubes with his fingers. He whispered "Pops, we may have to trim the forest down here, times have changed." I said "Shane, you just want to molest me." He snickered and then he started playing with my cock and balls saying "Oh Pops, I enjoy this more than you know." As we lay there, I began to feel his cock harden and it made its way into my crack. He was leaking so he started moving it up and down my crack using his pre-cum as lube. He moved down and soon he was between my legs poking the backside of my balls. I reached behind me and readjusted his cock. He pinched my nipple and slapped my stomach. I turned over and he started kissing me with a lot of tongue. I returned his kisses and then we pulled away, I turned my back to him and he returned to pleasuring my chest and pubes with his hand. He fell asleep soon thereafter, and so did I. Morning soon made its presence known by lighting up my room with daylight. I slowly awoke finding Shane's hands where they were when I went to sleep last night. I lifted his hand from my chest and moved away from him and eased out of bed. I headed to the bathroom for my morning rituals. When I finished, I returned to my room and there he was wide awake with that devilish grin on his face. He called me over, and then pulled me down for another good morning kiss. I decided to play a little with him, so I reached under the cover and fondled his cock and balls. He was surprised at my actions, but I had made up my mind to push this a little further. I enjoyed tracing his pubes with my hand and feeling his smooth balls. I put my head under the cover and took one of his balls into my mouth and sucked on it for a few minutes then I traded off. I remembered that I really enjoyed that when Allison did that to me, so I wanted to share the feeling with him. As I was thinking of pulling out from under the cover, I decided to do something that I had heard about before, so I went back down and took his right ball in my mouth and started humming. That drove him crazy and he started running his hands through my hair. I pulled off and told him it was time to get ready for the day. He pleaded for a blow job, but I told him it was too dangerous, so he eased out of bed, put his clothes back on, and headed over to his house to get ready for work. About an hour later Ryan staggered into the kitchen rubbing his eyes and complaining about them itching. I looked at them and I could see that they were red. After thinking about it for a few minutes, I determined that he was having a reaction to the chlorine in the community pool. I told him that I wanted him to stay home today until I felt better about his eyes. He wanted to know if he could call the boys over and I just looked at him and laughed. He said "What is so funny" and I said "Like they are never over here." Now it was his time to laugh. So he pulled out his cell and made the calls. Soon the boys were in the family room playing with the wii. I went back to my room and stripped the bed of sheets and pillow cases and placed them in the washing machine. I pulled new sheets and pillow cases out and remade my bed. I told Ryan to go strip his bed and bring me the sheets and pillow cases. I started the washing machine and returned to the kitchen. I pulled some chicken breasts out of the freezer and set them in water to thaw. After they had thawed, I put them in a pot of water and brought them to a boil and let them cook until the chicken was tender. I brought a dozen eggs to a boil and let them cook for nine minutes. I took the chicken out of the water, let it cool and once it was cool, I cut it up into small pieces and shredded it. I put it in a large bowl and added the ingredients (celery, salad pickles, mayonnaise, and pecans) for a chicken salad along with five of the boiled eggs. I put the salad mixture in the refrigerator and let the flavors meld together. I took the remaining seven eggs and made deviled eggs. I pulled the sliced deli ham from the refrigerator and made sandwiches for all of us. We gathered around the bar and had a quick lunch. I was using my teenage boys to help clean out the refrigerator. My mom did not raise a dummy. I checked Ryan's eyes and deemed him okay, so the boys left the house going to the park to meet their other friends. I took this opportunity to call my former mother-in-law. She answered the phone, and I introduced myself. She paused, and then she started crying. That made it so rough for me. She told me several times that she begged Allison to let her call me or my mom, but Allison was steadfast in her belief that she was doing the right thing for me and Ryan. Barbara told me that the cancer went through several stages of remission but returned most recently with a vengeance and that Allison was in a lot of pain. I let Barbara do most of the talking, as she had many of the puzzle pieces that I knew nothing about at that time. As she talked, I listened and finally decided that Ryan and I would not attend the memorial service as that would be a distraction to the family, and I did not want to place him in that emotional environment. I did tell Barbara that Ryan and I would travel to visit mom and dad before the summer's end. I promised to call her when we were there so that she could come and visit with her grandson, or we would visit with her. I got off the phone, and felt that I needed some form of physical exertion, so I went out to the exercise room and started using the equipment. I worked out there for about an hour, and finally felt that I had worked some of my frustrations out. I went back into the house, showered, finished the laundry, and just lounged around waiting for the boys to return. As usual, I did not have to wait long as they showed up with great appetites. I put some frozen dinner rolls in the oven and warmed them up, sliced a few tomatoes and pulled out the deviled eggs and chicken salad. I dished it up and sprinkled the top with red paprika. I have always loved the look of red paprika on salads. The rest of the night was spent with the boys in the pool and me sitting out watching them. Around nine o'clock, I sent the boys home, and then Ryan and I had a conversation about my talk with his grandmother on his mom's side. He was okay with the fact that we would not go to the memorial service, but he was nervous about meeting her when we visited my parents later in the summer. I told him that I would be there, and that I thought things would be okay. He seemed to calm down, and soon we were both on our way to our respective bedrooms. I went to my room, stripped down and crawled into bed. I did not have a bedmate so I dropped off to sleep and slept soundly until morning. I woke up and started moving about the house. Soon Ryan joined me and we were off to run some errands after a quick breakfast. Things returned to a normal pattern during the rest of the week, with us resuming swimming lessons on Thursday afternoon. Shane came over to me at the end of the practice, and talked to me about plans for the weekend. He said that he and Matt would come over, and work with the boys on fitness on Saturday afternoon. He wanted to know if I would do hamburgers that night, and I told him that I would. He said that Jared had to go out of town, but he thought he would be back Saturday night and that everyone wanted to be together for a while. I asked about his parents, and he said that they were going to an out of town meeting on Saturday and would be back Sunday, thus allowing everyone to spend the night at my house. I spent Friday getting the house ready for the influx of boys on the weekend. That meant moving some of the furniture around in the family room and shopping. As I was working on my shopping list, Myles' mom called and asked me if I could host the birthday party for Myles the next weekend. She said that the boys enjoyed using the pool so much and since she did not have one, she really would like to do it at my house. She told me that she would furnish everything else and that she would stay afterwards and clean-up. I told her that I was very happy to host the party, and I would help her in any way because he actually felt like one of my boys. She laughed and said "Sometimes, I would give him to you, but then on some days I think he has already moved in over there." I told her that on days when they were at the park or off with the other parents, I was so lonely. We moved on and discussed the foods for the party and I gave her the name of the lady who fixed Ryan's cake and made the ice cream. We finished our conversation, and I headed off to do my shopping. I went to Target and picked up paper products, cleaning materials, some summer clothing for Ryan and me, several cases of soft drinks, a gift for Myles from me, and then I decided to go to the family planning section and look at some stuff. A few weeks ago, I would not have ventured into this area, but after the events which have transpired over the past weekends have opened my eyes to various issues. I purchased two packs of condoms and ten bottles of the store brand personal lubricant. I headed to the checkout and went through one with a young male cashier. As he picked up the condoms and lubricant, he looked at, smiled a goofy smile and said "Looks like someone is going to have some fun." I could feel my face turning red but I squeaked out "stocking up for my healthy boys." I then headed to the grocery store and purchased a large chunk of what I needed there. They had a really good sale on meats so I stocked up on ribs, chicken, ground beef, ground chuck, and a few rib-eyes some of which were buy one get one (BOGOs). I opted not to purchase fresh vegetables at the grocery as I really wanted to run by the farmers' market later. But I did stock up on some ice cream, shredded hash browns, milk, sour cream, cereal, eggs, sliced cheese, bacon, salt pork, several family-sized frozen entrees, and some sandwich meats. I got out of the store with about five hundred fifty dollars less than I walked in with that morning, and that was after using my savings card and some coupons. I headed to the house, unloaded, and stored the items in the freezer, refrigerator, or pantry. After that was done, I jumped back in the Yukon and headed to the farmers' market. There I found everything I was looking for: yellow squash, fresh tomatoes, field peas, fresh corn, cucumbers, sweet onions, okra, cantaloupes, and watermelons. I made my choices and headed home. I stored the cantaloupes and watermelons on the concrete floor of the garage so they would be cool until I was ready to ice them down on Saturday. Finally, I had most of the chores completed so I went in, sat down and turned the TV on to some vintage program. I nodded off in a few minutes, but I was rudely awakened when the four tornadoes arrived in the house. I got up and pulled some of the fresh vegetables out of the refrigerator, and assigned the boys to do some of the work on them. Ryan and Rob were assigned to shuck and clean the corn, Jay was assigned to slice the tomatoes and squash, while Myles was assigned to get a couple of the cantaloupes out of the garage and slice them. Myles was hysterical as he sliced the first cantaloupe and the guts slithered out. I thought for a few minutes he was going to get sick, but he pulled himself together before the others started making fun of him. I pulled out the field peas and started shelling them. The boys had never seen peas being shelled, so it was a learning experience for them. I finished shelling and put the peas on the stove to cook with a few slices of salt pork. Later, I washed the okra and sliced most of it, added some salt and cornmeal to it and coated it really good. I pulled one of the old iron skillets out, added some cooking oil in it and heated it up. I then added the coated okra in by the handfuls until I had all of it in there. Finally, the boys were finished with the corn, I checked it over and placed it in a big pot of boiling water. I floured several pieces of chicken and started frying it. I kept the okra stirred in the oven and soon it was cooked just like my grandmother used to make it. I added the remaining whole pieces of okra on top of the field peas, and let them cook until they were tender. I asked Myles to put ice in the glasses and pour the tea. Soon everything was finishing up within minutes of one another. We all sat down at the dining table, and had a good old southern dinner. It had been a long time since I had eaten like that, and the boys were so complimentary of my efforts and the way the food tasted that I decided I would have to do more of this style of cooking in the future. It took me quite a while cleaning up the pots, and kitchen. I suddenly remembered why I didn't do this all the time. Too much work!!! When I finished, I collapsed in the family room only to be drug to the pool and pushed in by the boys. We splashed and played for a few hours. I could not believe how much I had missed my time with those boys, but I had and it just felt so great to be with them. I got out of the pool before they did, went to my room, dried off and changed clothes. Later in the evening, I heard the boys come in and begin to set up their sleeping bags. I decided to let them do it without my help, and I stayed in my room reading. It became really quiet after a while and I thought I had better go in there and check on them and there they were butt naked, and laid out all over the family room. It looked like there had been a few physical changes, but I would check that out more closely tomorrow. I went back to bed stripped down to my briefs and called it a night. I woke up before the boys that Saturday morning. I walked in and looked the boys over. They were definitely growing up, Myles was filling out and becoming more muscular due to the swimming and fitness training and yes, even his cock was bigger, but most important to him he was getting a good growth of dark blond pubes. Rob was growing taller and his six-pack was really getting defined. His junk was getting larger and his balls were plump and he was keeping them shaved. Jay had grown taller and he was really becoming more muscular with a nice treasure trail and a really nicely capped helmet on his cock. My creation, Ryan was a mini- version of me with his black hair, black treasure trail, and thick pubes and pits. I was really impressed with his cock, it had a good sized head on it, and a good sized shaft. I stood there and looked at him, and thought that Allison and I had done a really good job in creating him. I marveled at the fact that a few weeks ago all of his assets were hidden from me, but now I am standing here, looking at him in all of his glory, and really appreciating the fact that he looked so handsome and sexy laying there naked as the day he was born. I decided to wake the boys up with a start, so I filled one of the spray bottles up with ice cold water and aimed it at their junk. I hit with good precision and the screams could be heard throughout the neighborhood. I laughed, and they ran into the kitchen grabbed me and took the bottle away from me and started spraying me down especially my crotch. I was frozen in a few minutes, but it felt good to relate to my boys. As soon as they calmed down, they fixed themselves some cereal and were out of the house roaming the neighborhood. I sat down and looked at the calendar, and suddenly saw that much to my dismay the return to work would be in little over seven weeks and we had to get Myles' birthday out of the way, Ryan and I had to go visit my mom and dad, and somehow I had to plan some time away with just me and Ryan. So I wasted the rest of the afternoon, until everyone started coming into the house. The boys came home and shortly thereafter, Shane and Matt arrived. Soon they were in the exercise room doing their thing. Around five o'clock, Jared arrived and I started cooking the hamburgers. Jared took over the duties normally assigned to the boys. In forty-five minutes we had hamburgers and potato chips on the bar and everyone was there ready to eat. The boys were headed to the pool, but I sidelined them to the shower before they got in to swim. The older guys sat in the family room with me and we discussed the events of the week, and what they were planning for the rest of the weekend. We sat there and talked for a while and then the boys joined us. We started talking about the next few weekends not mentioning Myles' birthday party. I told them that Ryan and I had to go visit my parents before the summer's end and then Ryan announced to all that were there that my thirty-fifth birthday was coming up in about two weeks. I tried to silence him, but he was determined to get this fact out to the others. The looks that were passed from one guy to the other basically scared me. Shane asked me what was I planning on doing for our summer vacation? I told them I really wanted to go to the mountains and commune with nature by hiking, rafting and tubing, but with the summer coming to a close so fast that I didn't see that happening this year. Matt looked at Shane and said "My family has 400 acres about 5 hours from here. It has a private lake, a 4 bedroom cabin, some fabulous trails, canoes, ATVs, a ski boat and four jet skis." The boys decided that we would go, but I had to remind them that we had to work out the details. Matt told me that he would go and call his parents to see if they were okay with all of us using the place for a week. In a few minutes, he returned to the group and said that his parents had approved us going up and they said make sure that we all enjoyed everything up there. The boys grabbed the calendar and started looking at the dates. Myles pointed out his birthday and several of the others pointed out other important dates. After some analysis of the information presented, it was evident that the week of my birthday would be the best time to go. The guys said that they would check their work schedules and the boys said they would check with their parents. I was almost totally ignored in the decision making process. I decided that now was the time that I wanted to share my purchases with the guys. I pulled out the bag from Target that contained the condoms and lubricant. I pulled the condoms out and told the boys that these were one of the best forms of protection from sexually transmitted diseases other than not having sex. They were still shy about this issue so they were embarrassed by my talk. I looked at the guys and told them that if they needed some that they would be available here, as I didn't think they were ready to become fathers just yet. Everyone could see that there were other items in the bag, so they were eager to see they were. I pulled out seven bottles and threw one to each of the guys. The younger boys were puzzled, but the older guys knew what it was in a heartbeat. Myles wanted to know why a guy would need their own oil. Jared looked over at Myles and said "Myles, you use it to jack-off with when you get horny." Shane looked over at me and said "Demonstration time!" Everybody stood up and dropped their shorts, but me. Shane opened a bottle, dropped some on his cock and passed the bottle around. They all made fun of me, and I reluctantly stripped and oiled up. We were now having our second circle jerk. Shane demonstrated a winding and twisting motion with special attention to the head of his cock and a twisting motion down to the base of his cock. He massaged his balls and kept doing that technique until he let loose with several mighty splashes of cum. Matt demonstrated a fast and furious wank followed by a slow and tender stroke. He stopped and we could tell that his balls were drawing up. Jared told him to lay down on the floor in front of us and continue. We could see his balls draw up and soon he was shooting cum all over his chest and face. His hand was coated in cum. Jared began to stoke and use a combination of the techniques presented by Shane and Matt. In a few minutes the boys were on the floor and jacking off. I was impressed with the amounts that came out of their cocks. The happiest stroker was Myles, as this was his first really big cum. Everybody turned to look at me as I had not cum yet. I slicked my right hand up and began to stroke my cock, while my left hand moved to my balls and to my taint. I stoked and played with my balls, soon I shot five good shots of cum. My hand was coated as was my chest. Shane looked over at me, and placed his cum coated finger in his mouth and sucked it clean. I looked at him and gave him a look that should have killed, but he just laughed. Matt looked at both of us, and then he smiled. Everyone cleaned up, and then they moved outside to play a game of keep away. I stored the condoms and two extra bottles of lube in the utility room cabinets and placed the final bottle in my bedside table. It was a typical weekend with the guys. I let them have at it and I stayed in the house dong my thing. I did the cooking with Shane's and Jared's assistance. They swam, exercised, talked, planned, plotted, and played games all weekend. I just enjoyed having them around and as always most of this was done naked. Frankly, I had got to the point that I did not recognize them in clothes on the weekend. Myles became very attached to Jared and Jared became very comfortable with Myles often letting him stroke his pubes and sometimes his junk. Everybody went their way on Sunday evening, and Ryan and I prepared for the week to come. In fact, the next week became almost boring as they boys were running around with their parents and I had a very bored Ryan with me. As the weekend approached, I began to get the house ready for Myles' birthday party. On Friday evening, Myles' mother dropped by with the party decorations and talked to Ryan about keeping Myles busy on Saturday until party time. I called Jared later that night and ask him if he could come around ten o'clock Saturday morning and help decorate. He enthusiastically agreed. Saturday arrived and Ryan grabbed a fast breakfast and was out the door to occupy Myles. Jared arrived, and he and I decorated the family room and set up tables in the backyard. Myles' mother arrived around noon and started bringing in various gifts, chips, dips, condiments, tomatoes, lettuce, onions, vegetable trays, and pictures of Myles through the years. She finished getting her areas set up about the time that Rosie, the caterer showed up with the cake and churns of ice cream. Everything was ready and by 3 o'clock everybody started to arrive. Myles arrived around 3:15 and then the party was in full swing. I started the hamburgers around 4:00 and we were serving by 4:30. By 6:30 the party attendees had cleared out and it was just the seven boys, Myles' mom and me. We finished cleaning up, and then Myles' mom and I just collapsed while the boys swam. Around 8 o'clock Myles' mom left after wishing Myles a happy birthday, and reminding him to be on his best manners. No sooner was she out the door than the swimsuits were discarded and all the boys were naked. About fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang, and it was pure bedlam with the boys trying to get dressed and presentable for whoever was at the door. It turned out to be Rob's older sister who wanted him to come home for a few minutes. They left, and the door had barely closed when the swimsuits were off again and this time, I was coerced to join them. I remembered the watermelons in the garage that I had iced down earlier in the afternoon so I slipped out to get them. I had no sooner made it to the garage than I was joined by Shane. As I was bent over wiping the ice off one of the melons in the cooler, he walked up behind me and put his hands on my cheeks, let one of his hands slip down and rub across my hole. I became instantly hard. I stiffened, stood up and turned to face Shane, he grabbed my cock and gave it a few jerks and he said "Pops, you know I need to be with you." He moved closer to me and gave me a tongue in major lip-lock. Lucky for us, the garage door leading into the house sticks sometimes therefore, whoever was trying to enter the garage did not gain easy access thus they did not catch us in the kiss. Shane and I grabbed a melon and opened the garage door to find Matt standing there. I handed him my melon and told them to follow me to the tables that were still set up outside. I noticed that Rob had returned, so I sliced the melons and everyone grabbed a slice. I had purposefully bought one with seeds and one that was seedless. I got me a slice of the seeded watermelon and sat a few feet away from the guys and started shooting them with watermelon seeds. They did not know how to do that, so I was able to make a large number of direct hits. I enjoyed myself and then, I decided to show them how to shoot watermelon seeds. The war was on and I had watermelon seeds splattered all over my hairy chest and pubes. I got up, excused myself and started picking the seeds out of my hair. Shane stood up and come over to assist soon followed by Matt. I was a little uncomfortable and became more so as the guys really took charge of removing the seeds from my crotch area and they both nudged and jiggled my cock and balls. With the attention being given to that area, I began to harden and Shane took the opportunity to swat my hard-on. I reached over and grabbed his balls and the tussle was on. Matt looked at us and said "I can see I need to give you love-birds some privacy." I stopped as did Shane, and then we turned our attention to Matt with Shane grabbing his balls and cock while I twisted his nipples. He was shocked, but a good sport and the three of us actually enjoyed the hands-on contact. The group finally tired out and they were soon ready to call it a night. They set up the family room and I opted to stay with them that night. Ryan and Jay set up their sleeping bags close to each other. We all crawled on our bags and covered up with single sheets. Shane moved himself near me and when the room was dark he moved his hand over and grabbed mine. He began to write letters of some words in the palm of my hand and when I finally caught onto what he spelling I was shocked! End of Chapter 4 What did Shane write? Will all of the guys get to go up with Doug and the boys or will some have to work? If some have to work and some goes up, will there be jealously? Will something happen with Doug? So how do you like this so far?