Date: Sat, 9 Nov 2019 03:16:26 -0600
From: gwen uni <unicorn2012111@gmail.com>
Subject: My Two Sons by Cutter09 Gay adult/youth


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My Two Sons

  I hadn't heard from her in over twelve years. I had all but forgotten I
had even been married at one time.

  "Please Sam, you've got to pick him up. I can't take care of him right
now, and Mom says she's getting too old for this shit."

  "After all this time, out of the clear blue sky, I'm suppose to drop
everything and get you out of the mess you created for yourself?"

  "Our problems were not my creation alone. Besides, I've never asked you
for anything. Not even child support," my ex wife argued.

  "I should hope not... I don't think this is a good idea Bev. I mean, he
doesn't even know me."

  We argued for another ten minutes, before I finally relented and agreed
to pick up Jason from her mother's house in south Dallas. It was going to
take me a couple of days to get there from my home in Florida.

  On the way, I had plenty of time to reflect on our time together. We had
married young, and only managed to support ourselves with my parents'
help. They even paid for her to go back to school to get a teaching degree.

  While we were both finishing school, we began to try new things, like
swapping with another couple. Although the thought of having a different
sex partner appealed to me, it was mostly her idea.

  My experience was limited to Bev, and the other couple were both young
and attractive, so I agreed to it. We all ended up in bed together after a
fair amount of drinking.

  The other woman liked anal, but not with her husband's larger cock, so I
did her ass. He fucked Bev right beside us. Then Bev licked a pussy, and I
sucked a dick for the first time.


  We got together with the other couple once more for a repeat
performance. Then the male came to our apartment twice over the next few
months and we had a threesome.

  It was around that time, my mother died.

  When we finished school, I started working for my father back home in
Florida, and Bev got a job teaching at a middle school there.

  One day Bev and I watched a movie called "Friends". Two teens run away
together, eventually getting pregnant and having a baby. Bev thought it was
hot.

  "Imagine getting fucked by such a young boy. That would be HOT."

  She talked about seeing the boys at her school walking around with
constant erections. She would imagine them fucking the teen girls and
getting them pregnant.

  She began talking about one student in particular, Greg. In bed she'd say
things like "Greg had a hard on in class today." and "I bet Greg could fuck
me over and over."

  Then one day it happened. I came home and found her in bed with Greg. I
was shocked at the scene in front of me, and froze standing in the
doorway. I was hard instantly.

  Bev spotted me, but instead of panicking, she held out her hand to me.

  "Join us," she invited.

  I did. I watched his ass moving up and down between her thighs as I
undressed. I lay down on the bed with my head near the action so I could
watch him going in and out of her. I saw his nuts draw up, as he stiffened
and fired his load inside her.

  After a minute, he slid his dick out, and I could see the mess he made.

  "Eat me," Bev ordered.

  I didn't hesitate to lap his cum from her used pussy.
  She orgasmed on my tongue then said, "Get him ready for me again."

  Greg looked a little nervous as I swallowed his dick, but soon grew hard
in my mouth. He was actually a little longer than me, and noticeably
thicker. Once he was completely hard again, he was back between her thighs
fucking her.

  The rest of the week, I'd come home to find them fucking. I was there for
cleanup and fluffing him back to life.

  Saturday afternoon Bev went shopping and Greg came over while she was
gone.

  "Bev's not here. She should be back in about an hour."

  "Ok. Well let's get started without her then."

  I wasn't expecting that. But once he was naked, I went straight down on
him. He held my head and face fucked me, shooting his load into my throat.

  Bev wasn't surprised to see him there, so maybe it was prearranged.

  The next three months went pretty much the same. Greg fucking Bev daily,
and I cleaned and fluffed. Occasionally getting to suck Greg off
completely. Bev loved watching me suck her teen lover's cock.

  One day Bev announced she was pregnant. There was no doubt whose it
was. I hadn't been inside Bev since the first time Greg came to the
house. I only masturbated while watching them or while sucking Greg.

  Bev lost interest in Greg after that, though I still managed to suck him
once in awhile when she wasn't home.

  Jason was born, and I hoped things would settle down now that we were
parents. I had no problem accepting Jason as mine even though we knew he
wasn't.

  When Jason was not quite a year old, Bev had to fly back to Dallas to
help her mom with her father. He was very ill, and eventually died within
the week. After the funeral, Bev returned to Florida.

  Two months after her return, I came home to an empty house. No Bev, no
Jason. Not even a note saying goodbye. It was two weeks later when she sent
a letter saying she was sorry. I assumed she had gone back to Dallas.

  One thing I learned from my time with Bev is, I like sucking dick. A
lot. In particular teen dick. I discovered soon after she left, that my
mastubatory fantacy always included sucking Greg. I would have a strong
orgasm every time I pictured his cock in my head.

  I even went so far as to seek him out. He was a little older, and in high
school already, but had no problem letting me blow him. One Saturday, he
spent the day in bed with me. Eventually taking my anal cherry, fucking me
twice before leaving. We repeated this the next Saturday too. Then I never
saw him again.

  Over the next few years, I tried relationships with a couple of women,
and a few men as well. The problem was, I like teen boys more. Of course
the legal hassles over this kind of relationship is something I wanted to
avoid.

  Now I was traveling to Dallas to play daddy to a boy who was my son in
name only.

  I knocked on the door of the falling down house on Fordham Road in the
South Oak Cliff area of Dallas. Bev's mom opened it, greeting me warmly.

  "It's about fucking time, Samuel... Jason! You boys get your asses out
here," she yelled toward a door.

  Jason entered, looking surprisingly like his father, but had his mother's
eyes. He was followed by another boy that was obviously of mixed race. The
boys passed by me without a word, each carrying a suitcase. I assumed the
second boy was a friend who had come to say goodbye to Jason.

  "Good luck Samuel. You're gonna need it." Bev's mom said as she slammed
the door in my face. I guess she doesn't like long goodbyes.

  I opened the door to my Lexus SUV and climbed in. Jason was sitting in
the passenger's seat. I glanced into the rearview mirror as I started
backing out of the driveway, and slammed on the brakes. The other boy was
sitting in the back seat.

  "I guess Mom forgot to mention it. This is your other son, Ty," Jason
said with a bit of a snicker.

  I jumped out of the car and up on the porch. I banged on the door for a
good five minutes, but Bev's mom ignored me.

  Back in the car I asked Jason, "What's your mom's phone number?"

  He cracked up laughing. I thought he was going to wet his pants, he was
laughing so hard.

  From the backseat Ty said, "They're not allowed phones in prison."

  "Prison?"

  "Yep. Twenty five years. Maybe out in ten if she behaves, but I wouldn't
lay money on it," Jason managed to inform me.

  Five minutes on the highway later, Jason said, "Sweet ride, Cuz." then
leans over and turns on the radio. He finds a station playing Rap music,
and turns the volume up high. I turned it off immediately.

  "Come on, Bra. You gotta kick it with the homies."

  I could only glare at him. It was Ty's turn to snicker now.

  We rode in silence. I'm surprised I didn't wreck the car, because my mind
certainly wasn't on my driving. Occasionally Ty or Jason would point out
some scenery, but otherwise we remained quiet.

  I stopped to refuel, and both boys got soft drinks and snacks. When I
finished pumping my gas, I noticed they had traded seats. Ty was beside me
in the passenger's seat.

  "What kind of music do you listen to?" Ty asked me.

  "Mostly classic rock."

  He smiled and found a station to listen to, keeping the volume at a
reasonable level.

  "Kiss ass," Jason muttered from the rear.

  It was nearing dark when Jason said, "Hey, Bro, You getting hungry?"

  I didn't hear Ty respond, and neither did I.

  "Yo, Cuz?"

  "I'm sorry. Were you speaking to me?" I replied.

  "Yeah. You getting hungry yet?"

  I found a motel with a coffee shop and pulled in. "I'll get us a room.
You boys get us a table. Order me a burger and fries."

  The air was icy at best as we ate our burgers. I studied the two boys for
the first time. Ty was quieter and had softer features than his brother.
Caramel colored skin, the looser curly hair that many mixed raced children
have. Actually he was quite attractive.

  Jason looked so much like his father, it gave me an erection. I wondered
if his dick was like his father's too.

  We got to our room and Jason claimed first in the shower. He came out of
the bathroom in just his tight white briefs. I was instantly reminded of
how his father looked in his underwear. Jason was exactly like Greg, which
did my cock no good.

  Ty went in after Jason finished.

  Jason looked at the two beds and asked, "Yo, Cuz, do I have to share with
the half black fag?"

  I lost it. "I am not your `Bra' or your `Bro' or even your `Cuz'. I'm
your father and I expect you to remember that."

  "Whatever dude. That's not what I heard. So chill."

  Shit. I can't believe Bev would tell him that. I wonder what else she
told him.

  "And at least he is part black. You're only pretending to be. Stop
worrying about what he is and try figuring out what you are."

  "That's cold man. But I deserve it, so we're cool."

  Ty returned wearing briefs too. He's over a year younger than Jason, but
he filled out those briefs just as well. I had to get away from them before
I started drooling on myself.

  In the shower I couldn't restrain myself, and stroked one out rather
quickly. It was because of Bev that I got into guys. And it was Bev that
got me into teen boys. Now she drops two right in my lap, just to torment
me.

  Thankfully I had brought boxers for this trip, and after my jerk off
session, I wasn't on display when I exited the bathroom. But now there was
a boy in each bed.

  Choosing the less irritating of the two evils, I climbed into bed beside
Ty after turning out the lights.

  I was awakened by the loud closing of the bathroom door. Ty was still in
bed with me, so it must have been Jason going to relieve himself.
Unfortunately Ty's head was on my shoulder, and his knee was on my crotch.
His morning wood digging into my side. The worst part was, Jason probably
saw us so intimately entwined.

  I roused Ty, who stretched, poking his erection more firmly into my
side. He opened his eyes and then scooted away from me.

  Ty glanced at the empty bed and said, "Thank you."

  "For what?" I asked.

  "I heard what Jason said last night. Thanks for sticking up for me. I know
I was kind of a surprise to you, so I didn't expect that."

  Jason was probably relieving more than his bladder in the bathroom. He
was in there a long time. Ty had gotten dressed while he waited to use the
bathroom, but not before I saw his erection outlined in the front of his
briefs.

  It wasn't until we were walking across the parking lot to get breakfast
in the coffee shop, that I noticed Jason's `gangsta' swagger. His jeans
were belted below his butt, with boxers exposed at least eight inches
above. He had to hold up his pants as we walked. I know he wears briefs, so
the boxers were merely for show. What should have been hip pockets were at
the back of his knees, the pant legs rolled up but still dragging on his
tennis shoes. And his baseball cap set sideways on his head.

  I held my tongue, though I really didn't want to.

  Once we had ordered I decided it was time to communicate with them.

  "So, boys what are your plans?"

  "Plans? I thought we was going to Florida with you," Jason said.

  "I mean for the future. Where do you see yourself ten or fifteen years
from now?"

  "I was thinking about going into engineering, or maybe law," Ty answered.

  "Shit. You're a dumbass. I'm gonna get me one of them fine Florida girls
to be my baby momma, then we gets us a government check. Couple more babies
means more money. Why work if you don't have to."

  "Well, how about self respect and a feeling of accomplishing something.
Or at least pride. Wouldn't you want your `baby momma' or your children to
be proud of you?" I asked him.

  "How's that working out for you?" Jason said snidely.

  "Look guys, I understand this is a little hard on you, being uprooted and
all, but let's just try to get along. We need to make the best of the
situation. Play the hand we're dealt, the best we can, and try to come out
ahead at the end of the game."

  "Whatever, Cuz," Jason said slouching down in his seat.

  We made it to Atlanta around five o'clock, and I pulled into a motel
coffee shop again. As we got out of the car, I told Jason, "Pull up your
pants, tuck in your shirt, and fix your belt properly. Also take off that
silly cap."

  "What's your problem man?"

  "You will not enter this establishment looking like that. Either do as I
say or you can sit in the car until we are finished eating. Maybe we'll
bring you a burger, maybe not."

  He did as I said, and looked somewhat better.

  "Samuel! What are you doing here? I wasn't expecting you until next
Tuesday," Ralph the manager said.

  "I like surprising you. Keeps you on your toes," I said shaking his hand.

  "And who are these fine looking young men?" He asked giving the boys the
once over.

  "These are my sons, Ty and Jason."

  "Sons? Uh...well you are full of surprises aren't you."

  "Can you arrange a room for us and ask the other guys to meet here
tomorrow morning instead of Tuesday?"

  "No problem Samuel."

  "You must come here a lot." Jason surmised.

  "I try to get up here about once a month," I replied.

  A waitress brought us three servings of the daily `blue plate special'
which the head cook prepares a different one every day. Today it was pot
roast.

  Ralph came over and set another plate in front of me, "Try this," he said
keeping an eye on me as I took a bite.

   "It's wonderful. What is it?"

  "It's like our eggs benedict only with smoked salmon instead of ham, and
a dill hollandaise sauce. I've tried it on some of our regulars, they
really seem to like it."

  "What's the price point?"

  "Only slightly higher than the regular benedict."

  "Serve that at the meeting tomorrow. You're really trying to get that
Manager of the Year award three years in a row, aren't you."

  "Well, that Mediterranean Cruise you sent me on last year is pretty
motivating."

  "So, I guess you're not just a regular customer here," Ty said when Ralph
had left.

  "No, I'm his boss."

  "And who's your boss?" Jason asked.

  "My father. I guess your mother didn't tell you everything either," I
smirked.

  When we got to our room, Ty was pretty curious. "Your father owns this
place?"

  "Well, my family owns the corporation that owns it. My grandfather
started it about seventy five years ago. He was just a teen when he started
selling hamburgers on the beach. Soon he opened a coffee shop selling good
food at affordable prices. Just after your mom and I married, I joined the
company. Ten years ago, I suggested we build places like this one. Motels
and coffee shops combined, with the same menu as our other locations."

  "Locations?"

  "Yes. We now have seventeen coffee shops, two upscale restaurants, and
ten of these, three of which also have gas stations and convenience
stores."

  "Shit, Dog. Why are you still working?" Jason asked.

  "Probably something you'll never understand. Pride, drive, ambition,
loyalty. Lots of reasons."

  "Loyalty?" asked Ty.

  "Yes. We have a couple of thousand employees who depend on my decision
making for their livelihood. They have families to feed, bills to pay, just
like most people. We get offers all the time to sell out, but those loyal
employees would probably lose their jobs. A big company would hire cheaper
staff, all of our office staff would be redundant, most management
too. Then the quality and service would suffer, and our family name would
suffer too. Our customers come to us because they know what they are
getting for their hard earned dollars."

  Jason seemed unfazed by my little speech. Ty, on the other hand, nodded
in understanding.

  After my shower, the boys were again in separate beds. I crawled in with
Ty. and tried to sleep. I'd asked for a 7:30 wake up call, so I could be
ready for my meeting at 9:00.

  I had a wonderful dream of having sex with a teen boy. I distinctly
remember stroking his cock and kissing the back of his neck. I was hard as
a rock pushing my cock in and out of his ass.

  I awoke before the phone call came. Ty was spooned in front of me, my
dick had made a furrow in his underwear along his butt crack. My hand was
inside the front of his briefs with a firm grasp on his cock.

  "Oh shit," I muttered.

  "What?" Ty whispered.

  "Nothing. Go back to sleep," I said pulling my hand out of his
underwear. Although I had a vivid memory of how it felt in my hand.

  When the phone rang, Jason ran to the bathroom. Of course he stayed there
a long time.

  Meanwhile Ty said, "I was awake earlier when..."

 "Look Ty, I'm sorry. That should never have happened."

  "It's okay. I know you were asleep. I'm not angry."

  He got up and stretched in front of me then slowly got dressed.

  Ralph was delighted when I told the other managers that the new dish we
were served, would be added to our menu when we ordered new ones. In the
meantime, we would have table tents printed to promote the dish. Ralph
shared the recipe with everyone, beaming the whole time.

  When we were back on the road, I had trouble looking Ty in the eyes. I
was embarrassed and ashamed, but also couldn't get the feeling of his cock
in my hand out of my mind. He was beside me in the passenger's seat, and I
couldn't stop myself from glancing at his crotch. A couple of times he
caught me looking, and just smiled.

  When we pulled into the gate at my house, both of their mouths dropped
open.

  "This is one fine fucking crib, Bra," Jason proclaimed in the entry hall.

  "You may call me Dad, Pops, Pa, Papa. Father, or even Sam. Anything else,
I will not respond. Is that clear," I said, losing my patience with him.

  Ty stood there with a questioning look on his face. "C..can I call you
Dad, too?"

  "Of course."

  Ty's smile lit the room. "I've never had a dad."
  Jason mumbled "Kiss Ass."

  "At the top of the stairs, my room is on the left. Choose one of the
other three. They're all the same size, with private bath, and balcony. The
two on the right face the pool, and the beach, but the afternoon sun comes
in there.  The other faces east and gets early morning sunlight."

  "I'll take one facing the pool," Jason said.

  "May I have the one that gets morning sunlight?"

  "Yes, it's next to mine on the left upstairs. Valencia is the maid. You
may call her Val. She comes in at nine each morning. She prepares lunch and
dinner if anyone is here. Breakfast, you're on your own. Tomorrow I suggest
you find out when she does laundry and what will be expected of you. She
runs the household. No arguing with her. Any questions?"

  Both boys shook their heads no.

  When school starts in the fall, you will be expected to attend every day
unless you have a fever, open wound, doctor's orders, or it's cleared by
me. You also have to maintain acceptable grades. If you want to participate
in any extracurricular activities, it is up to you, but if your grades
suffer you will have to quit. I think you will find joining group
activities a good way of making friends with similar interests."

  "Why you being such a hard ass all of a sudden?" asked Jason.

  "Just trying to avoid confrontation down the road. I assume you expect me
to buy your clothes, pay your bills, make sure you have food, etc. Well
this is what I expect from you. If everyone does what they should, we'll
get along alright." I answered.

  "Man I hate like reading and shit. What if I flunk English or something?"

  "Do you know what `economic sanctions ` are?"

  "I don't know nothing about pollution man." Jason smirked.

  "That's ecology, not economy. I will assume you like hanging with your
friends, maybe go to the movies or whatever. And most of the kids around
here get cars for their sixteenth birthdays. Well, fail any subject, and
you will be selling a pint of blood to get money for a movie, and you'll
have to peddle a ten year old bicycle with two flat tires to get there."

  "You're sayin no money then. That's cold man. You got plenty."

  "Yes and I've earned it. You haven't. You like this `Crib'? Well,
government checks for a baby momma won't buy it. If you put forth some
effort, I can be very kind and generous. Be lazy and do nothing, I'm a cold
son of a bitch."

  "You gonna buy me a car when I turn sixteen? What kind of car?" Jason
asked already picking one out.

  "That is entirely up to you. You've been informed of the rules. You're
almost fourteen now, so you got a little over two years to get your shit
together."

  We had finally settled down in what I hoped would become our happy
home. Though I had my doubts. I was in my room, the boys in theirs.

  "Come in," I responded to a light tapping on my bedroom door.

  Ty entered quietly, closing the door behind him. Not only was I surprised
to see him, I was even more surprised that he wore only briefs. Especially
after what happened early this morning. As he drew nearer, I could see that
he wasn't erect, but still filled out those briefs nicely.

  "I'm not really sleepy. Can we talk?"

  Ty sat on the edge of the bed where I lay. "Sure son. What's on your
mind?" I asked forcing myself not to look at his crotch.

  "I just wanted to clear up something. You're not really Jason's father,
and it's obvious you're not mine either. You never got a divorce from Mom,
so that's why I have your last name. Is it true that Mom had an affair with
a fourteen year old, and he's Jason's father?"

  "Yes, but I'm surprised your mom told you about that."

  "So, when you found out you weren't the father, you kicked Mom out?"

  "Did she tell you that?"

  "No, I just assumed it."

  "Well, the truth is, your mother went to Dallas to help with her ailing
father. After he died, she returned here. Then two months later, she left
without a word. I came home to an empty house. I can only assume she had an
affair while she was in Dallas, discovered she was pregnant with you, and
decided it would better if she just left without telling me. I had no
problem accepting Jason as mine even though I knew he wasn't, I don't know
why she would think I wouldn't accept you too. But I was never given that
option."

  "Probably because it would be hard for people to believe I was yours."

  "We could have told people she was raped or that we had a sperm donor
because I was sterile. Of course, at the time, I don't know how I would
have reacted either. After all she had an affair behind my back after
already having someone else's baby."

  "Did you know my father was only thirteen when he got her pregnant?"

  "No. I didn't know anything about any of that until I saw you in my rear
view mirror. It doesn't surprise me though. She did like young boys."

  "You can say that again," Ty quipped.

  "What do you mean?"

  "She's in prison for having sex with one of her students. Well, actually
several, and some of their siblings. Like six boys all under fifteen, when
the parents came home and broke up the party,"

  Ty began to puff up trying to hold in his tears. "Then about a dozen more
came out and said she'd had sex with them too. Sometimes two or three at
once."

  He threw his face into the pillow beside my head. His body wracked in
sobs.

  "Why does she have to be such a whore?" he cried out.

  I drew him into my arms. I felt so bad for this kid I barely knew. He
buried his face under my chin as his body pressed against mine.

  He cried for another minute then said, "You don't know what it's been
like. It was all over the newspaper. I couldn't face my friends. People
pointing and whispering. Kids at school saying all kinds of stuff right to
me. Even Jason said he'd like some of that slut pussy."

  Lord, I had no idea it was like that. I can't imagine how hard it was for
him. It would be bad enough just knowing his own mother was like that, but
all the public ridicule too. Damn. I had no words that could console him,
so I just let him cry it out as I held him. I tried to figure out a way to
help him, and decided my first order of business, was to get him some
counseling.

 Ty eventually stopped crying, but I noticed the steady breathing of
someone sleeping.

  I was reminded of this morning, the feeling of his cock in my hand, and
how such a young cock could fill my hand so well. My erection didn't want
me to fall asleep, but I eventually did.

  It's like his cock is a magnet for my hand. Waking in the morning to find
myself in exactly the same position as the morning before. My hand inside
his briefs, my dick in his ass crack. This time, I couldn't stop myself
from squeezing his hard cock, and letting my fingers stray down to feel his
nutsack as well. His balls felt large enough to be productive, and the sack
was drawn up tight, as if he was about to unload his boy cream.

  I rubbed my thumb over his pubis to see if he had any hair yet. I felt a
couple of tightly curled nubs there, not more than six or eight.

  I wrapped my fingers around his shaft again, trying to memorize every
detail.

  Ty pushed his butt against my throbbing dick, moving it up and down my
shaft. I froze, hoping he was either still asleep, or at least thought I
was. He put his hand over mine, though outside his underwear, and humped
back and forth between my dick and my hand.

  "Mmm," he moaned as he tortured me.
  I stirred a bit to let him know I was `waking up' to discover my hand in
his underwear again.

  "I'm sorry Ty."

  "It's okay. Really," he said gripping my hand tighter.

  I gave his cock a squeeze, then slid my hand to the end as I slipped it
from his underwear.

  "Maybe we should get up. Val will be here soon."

  I rolled out of the bed, only then remembering I was nude. I had slept
all night naked, with Ty in just his briefs. I wondered if at some point he
had noticed my nudity. Either way, he had now as he watched me stroll to
the bathroom, my erection leading the way.

  As I relieved my bladder, I went over the night's events. When he turned
to my embrace, he pressed his body to mine. He must have known then that I
was naked, yet he stayed and talked longer, and even fell asleep in my
arms.

  Entering the bedroom, I found Ty just getting out of my bed. He watched
as I pulled on some boxers, his erection evident.

  I introduced the boys to Val, "These are my sons Jason, and Ty. I expect
you will be getting a raise soon, because your job just got a lot harder."

  She looked at the boys sideways for a moment, then said. "Your sons?"

  "Yes. they've been living with their mother in Texas."

  She seemed to accept my explanation at least halfway.

  "Can we go swimming?" Jason asked at breakfast.

  "Sure, that's what pools are for." I said.

  I was in my study an hour later when I heard Ty yell, "Dad!!"

  I rushed outside to find Val handing Ty a towel. His chin was bleeding
badly from a gash.

  Then I noticed Jason on the ground, looking pretty mangled.

  "What happened?" I asked Ty as I pulled out my cell phone.

  "He fell off the balcony. I tried to catch him. I promise," Ty cried.

  I was afraid to move Jason, because I had no idea of his injuries. I
could see him breathing, though he was unconscious.

  EMS arrived quickly and took both boys to the hospital.

  As I sat in the waiting room, I realized that, even though he had been a
total shit so far, I was truly concerned about Jason. He wasn't even old
enough to walk when he was taken from me, now I worried if he would live or
die. Ty I wasn't worried about, I knew he would be alright, though he would
probably have a nice scar on his chin.

  Ty joined me after about an hour. He had twenty stitches in his chin.

  "Can you explain to me how he managed to fall off the balcony? There's a
rail probably waist high on him."

  "He...that is...I...It was an accident,."

  "You can do better. What exactly happened?"

  "Well, I was laying on one of the loungers, and Jason...He started
spitting on me from his balcony. I got up and moved further away. I heard
him coughing up a large wad to spit on me.  I looked up so I could avoid
getting hit by it. Jason reared back so that he could lunge forward to get
better momentum behind the spit wad. When he lunged, he just went over the
railing. I tried to catch him. Really I did. I didn't want him to get
hurt."

  "How did you get cut?"

   "Like I said, I tried to catch him. He came over the railing head
first. He, of course, stuck his hands out to brace his fall. He landed on
his arms, which probably saved his life because he still hit his head hard
enough to knock him out. Anyway, I was trying to catch him, and barely got
under him enough to get hit by his hip. I was knocked down, hitting my chin
on the edge of the flagstone decking."

  My first lesson on parenting since I changed a diaper. It's true what
they say. You have to watch them twenty four hours a day, or they do stupid
shit.

  A doctor finally showed up to tell me the news. Jason had fractured the
Ulna of his left arm and two fingers of his left hand. He also shattered
his right elbow. They were bringing in an Orthopedic Surgeon to repair his
elbow. He probably wouldn't be out of the hospital for a couple of days.

  I asked about his head injury and was told they did an MRI and there was
no bleeding or swelling. I only hoped it had knocked some sense into him.

  "Where's the other one? Dios Mio. Is he dead?" Val asked as we entered
the house.

  "No. He'll be fine."

  "Then I'll kill him myself. He nearly gave me a heart attack," She
lamented.

  Ty and I laughed. Which we both needed.

  "Take the rest of the day off, Val. Tomorrow too. I'm afraid Jason will
be needing a lot of help when he does get out."

  I made a mental note to give her a fifty per cent raise.

  We had dinner on the patio by the pool. Val had already washed away the
blood. I ordered a pizza for Ty and I to share.

  "You know he's gonna blame me for this." Ty said.

  "How is it your fault?"

  "It's always my fault. No matter what happens, it's my fault. If I hadn't
tried to get away, he wouldn't have fallen."

  "That's just laughable. No one in their right mind would blame you for
this."

  "He'll find a way. If he ever finds out Mom left you because she was
pregnant with me, I'm dead meat."

  We chatted all through our pizza, and right up until we went to bed. He's
really a sweet and intelligent kid. I only hoped his mother and brother
haven't fucked him up beyond repair.

  Somehow I wasn't surprised when Ty entered my room, after our showers.

  "Did you need something?" I asked him.

  "No, I just don't want to sleep alone."

  "Aren't you a little too old to be crawling into your parents' bed at
night?"

  "I don't think so," he answered snuggling into my arms.

  He must know by now that I sleep in the nude. He probably lifted the
cover enough to see me when he climbed in with me. Yet here he was, laying
his head on my shoulder and drawing my arm around him, as he scooted his
butt against me.

  Sleep was slow in coming to me, but he seemed to drift off quickly. Well,
at least one of us was as contented as a baby.

  When I woke up, my hand wasn't in his underwear. His was in mine, or
would be if I were wearing any. His head rest on my chest, his hand had a
death grip on my dick, and his cock was poking my hip.

  I admit I lay there longer than I should have, just enjoying the feeling
of closeness.

  I eventually roused him, telling him we need to get to the hospital.

  He squeezed my dick before begrudgingly letting it go. Then he and his
erection went into my bathroom.

  At the hospital, Jason was sitting up in bed, looking like he had been
hit by a car. His head was bandaged, and both arms were in plaster casts,
extended from his body as if hugging an invisible person.

  "How are you feeling?" Ty asked, genuinely concerned.

  "I probably feel like shit, but the drugs they gave me feel pretty good,"
he said with a silly grin on his face.

  "He's stoned, Dad."

  "Dad? Oh yeah. Wa'sup pops?"

  I spoke with a nurse and she said that they had run a second MRI and it
was clear, so he was ok to go home. The casts would remain on for six
weeks. I paid his bill and we loaded him into the car.

  I had given Val the day off, so she didn't get the chance to kill him as
soon as we got him home.

  "I have to go to the office for awhile. Can you boys be trusted not to
burn the house down?"

  "Depends on if I can find the matches and a can of gasoline," Jason
quipped.

  I returned about four hours later, and went straight upstairs to check on
Jason.

  "Come on. Please Bro. I'd do it for you," I heard Jason say through the
half open door.

  "No you wouldn't," Ty replied.

  "You gotta help me out here. It's your fault I can't do it myself."

  "It's not my fault you threw yourself off the balcony."

  "Please, Bro. I swear I'll do it for you as soon as I can."

  "Bull...Okay, I'll do it, but stop saying it's my fault."

  I peeked around the door frame in time to see Ty grasp Jason's cock and
start stroking it for him. I couldn't see it too well, but it reminded me
of his father's cock, and I got hard.

  "Oh yeah...that's good. A little faster... Ah yeah like that... Do you
want to suck it?"

  "No."

  "Come on, Bro. All you fags like to suck dick, right."

  "Don't call me a fag, or I stop right now," Ty said ceasing his
ministrations.

  "I'm sorry. Don't stop."

  Ty resumed stroking Jason's cock.

  "I'm gonna cum... Jesus look...Two days worth."

  Ty wiped Jason's cock off with some tissues, then his belly too.

  I made some noise, and walked in just in time to see Ty step away from
Jason's bed.

  "Thanks for leaving the place intact. What would you fellas like for
dinner?"

  After dinner we sat and watched tv for awhile. Then I took Jason to his
room.

  "Can You help me out of my jeans?" he asked.

  I sat on the bed and unzipped the jeans. Sliding them to his ankles, he
placed his hand on my head to balance himself as he stepped out of them. He
also seemed intent on pushing my head toward his stuffed underwear.

  I could see the outline of his cock only a few inches from my face. I
finished removing his jeans, and stood to leave.

  "Pops, I need to go pee."

  I escorted him to the bathroom, and he stood in front of the toilet
looking at me expectantly. So I pulled his underwear down til his cock
flopped out.

  "You're gonna have to aim it for me."

  I knew he could have sat down, but I stood behind him and reached for his
cock. I aimed his stream into the bowl, and waited for him to finish. Once
his stream ended, I squeezed from the base to the tip and shook off the
last couple of drops. I repeated it twice more, just to be sure there was
nothing left in him, of course.

  By now he had begun to rise. I could see that his cock was almost an
exact copy of his father's. It was like I had stepped back in time, and
dearly wanted to get on my knees in front of him.

  I stopped myself, and pulled up his briefs. I thought I heard him groan
in disappointment, as I covered his now hard cock, pushing it down to the
side some for an easier fit. Once he was in bed, I turned out his light and
went to my room.

  Ty was in my bed waiting for me. I didn't say anything to him about it,
and undressed to my boxers and climbed in beside him. He lay his head on my
chest, acknowledging my silent agreement to let him sleep there.

  "Jason asked me to jerk his dick for him today," Ty said matter of
factly.

  "And?"

  "I did it."

  "Why?" I asked.

  "He's my brother. I don't want him to suffer. He's gonna be in those
casts for a long time. I don't think I could wait that long."

  `Did he at least say thank you?"

  "No. He called me a fag and asked me to suck it."

  "That wasn't very nice of him."

  "No. But he did promise to do it for me as soon as he gets the casts
off."

  "Oh. Do you think he will?"

  "No. I think I'd have a better chance to win the lottery three times in a
row."

  His hand had been on my rib cage, slowly it made its way to my boxers. I
didn't say anything as he slipped it inside my underwear, and gripped my
hard dick.

  "Can I do it for you too?"

  "Why?"

  "I did it for him, and I don't even like him. I like you."

  Again he took my silence as consent, and began sliding his hand up and
down my dick. After a minute, he moved closer to my dick and pulled at my
boxers. I lifted my hips to let him remove them. He returned to servicing
me, while watching the action up close.

  As my orgasm approached, I thrust my hips up into his stroking hand. He
new I was about to cum, and moved his face from the line of fire.

  I finished heaving out my cum, and Ty crawled out of bed to get a cloth
to clean me. He stood beside the bed wiping my belly with the cloth. I saw
his tented briefs, and reached for the waistband, virtually ripping them
down his legs.

  His beautiful young cock stood against his belly. It wasn't as thick as
Jason's, but just as long. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, and
pulled him to me. His cock slid into my mouth as if attracted by a magnet.

  "Oohh..." he moaned as his cock hit my throat.

  I hadn't sucked a cock in ten years, but it came back to me instantly. I
gripped his butt cheeks and pulled him in as deep as he could get, mashing
my nose into his sparse pubes. His hands went to my head, and his hips
began thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth. He quickly found his range
and rhythm that he liked, and face fucked me.

  I was enjoying my first teen dick in years, but Ty couldn't last
long. His legs began to tremble, and his thrusts became erratic. He held my
head tightly and pushed deep to unload his teen cum in my throat.

  "Oh God, Dad...Oh...Umm..."

  He almost fell into the bed, resuming his position in my arms. We didn't
bother to get back into our underwear, and were soon asleep.

  Morning found us as it had before. Him spooned in front of me, my dick in
his buttcrack, my hand on his cock. This time there was nothing separating
our bodies, and I was sliding along his crack unimpeded.

  I pulled back from him, and he groaned.

  "You don't have to stop," he moaned.

  "Yes I do. It will only get harder to stop if I don't stop now."

  "It's okay Dad. I don't mind."

  I wondered if would still want to continue if he knew what was about to
happen.

  "Val will be here soon, and I have to get Jason sorted," I used as an
excuse.

  Ty went to shower, and I went to get Jason up. We went straight to the
toilet, and I had to push his erection downward to aim it.

  "Ow! Shit dude. It ain't made of rubber."

  When he had finished peeing, I started running a bath for him. "How am I
supposed to wash myself with these things on?"

  "I didn't say you had to wash yourself."

  He grinned mischievously. "Okay. Cool."

  Jason's cock had returned to its erected state by the time he sat in the
tub. I bathed him from head to toe, finishing with his now rampant cock. I
wrapped my fingers around it and slowly slid them up and down.

  He moaned in contentment.

  "Do you want me to stop?" I asked him.

  "No, Man. Keep going."

  I stroked it a couple more times, and said, "I saw it all yesterday.I
don't want you asking Ty to do this for you. If he wants to, it's ok. but
don't bother him anymore. And stop calling him a fag. Why would you insult
someone who was doing you a favor?"

  "It's his fault I'm in these casts."

  "Bullshit. He didn't push you off that balcony. You did it to
yourself. Take responsibility for your own actions."

  I stood up and grabbed a towel. "You're not gonna leave me like this are
you?" Jason asked.

  I helped him from the tub and sat on the toilet. I turned him sideways to
me and began stroking him again. I could swear I was jacking his father's
cock. From the shoulders down, he looked just like him, well, except for
the casts.

  I watched his balls bouncing back and forth with my stroking, and had to
fight the desire to lick them. I saw them drawing up, and knew he was about
to explode. Sure enough, a minute later, he unloaded all over the floor.

  I wiped up the floor as I told him, "We all need release. At your age it
can be really tough, I know. But it's my job to take care of your needs,
not your brother's. Leave Ty out of it, and I will do this for you as much
as possible. Bother him again, and I'll make sure you don't cum again until
these casts come off. Understand?"

  "Yeah."

  "Yes, Sir," I corrected.

  "Yes, Sir."

  Ty was sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal when we came down.

  "Oh Dios Mio. Look at the poor baby," Val said.

  She got Jason a serving of cereal and began feeding it to him. Jason
loved the attention and sat with his mouth agape like a baby bird as she
shoveled in food.

  Ty and I laughed at him.

  "Enjoy it while you can. You'll be in those casts for six weeks, you're
barely going to have them off in time for school to start," I informed him.

  "You mean my whole summer is shot?"

  "Pretty much."

  The rest of the day was pretty uneventful, with everyone trying to help
Jason as much as possible. At bedtime I took Jason up and got him
undressed. Once in bed, I just reached for his cock and began stroking it
for him. He unloaded quickly, leaving a pool of cum on his belly.

  As I cleaned him with tissues he actually said, "Thanks Pops."

  Ty was waiting for me in my bed. As I started to climb in, he reached out
and tugged on my boxers. I slid them down and when I lifted the bed covers,
I saw that he was naked too.

  I slid between the sheets, and immediately down to his cock. My time with
Jason had me so horny, I took it out on Ty. I wanted a teen cock in my
mouth, and I got one.

  Ty was a willing participant, bucking up into my mouth as I devoured him.

  "Oh god, Dad. It feels so good."

  I increased my efforts to make him cum quicker, I needed to taste him. He
didn't disappoint me, filling my mouth with his cream as he moaned loudly.

  I wasn't going to let him off that easy though. I kept his cock in my
mouth, nursing on it as long as possible. Sliding up and down, drawing
everything from it. Then I moved down to his balls, sucking each one into
my mouth while still stroking his teen cock. Once I was sure he wasn't
going soft on me, I moved back to the knob of his cock. I pulled him over
onto his side, and let him fuck my face at whatever pace he wanted. His
hands gripped my head and he began thrusting long, slow, deep strokes. He
continued for at least ten minutes, and just as my jaws began to hurt, his
strokes became erratic, and he rewarded me with his cum again.

  His hands relaxed their grip, and I just lay there with his cock wilting
in my mouth. When I finally moved up beside him, he was asleep. I had
drained him completely. I eventually fell asleep too, holding him in my
arms.

  Some time later, I awoke to Ty stroking my dick. I thought he would
finish me off, but he stopped abruptly and spooned in front of me again. I
assumed he had been stroking me in his sleep, so I went back to sleep too.

  The morning sun was illuminating the room the next time I woke up. As
usual, I was dreaming about fucking him. I was holding his cock and sliding
my dick in his butt crack. It was his moaning that had awoken me, and I
realized, I wasn't in his crack, but actually fucking his ass. I was almost
balls deep, and he was pushing back at me.

  I froze for a moment, and Ty moaned, "Don't stop, Dad. I want this."

  He must have been lubing my dick when I woke before, because I was
sliding easily in and out of him.

  I kissed his neck, then pressed his back away some to allow better access
to his ass. Sliding the last couple of inches in, I started fucking him
with long slow strokes. His moans continued with each inward push. I placed
my hand on his flat belly holding him to me. His tight chute gripped my
dick like nothing I had ever been inside before.

  "You're making me cum, Dad," Ty said.

  I could feel his cock pulse on the back of my hand as he squirted his
load on the sheets. His velvety chute gripped me tighter with each spurt of
his cum, which caused me to unload inside him.

  When my dick had shriveled and dropped out of him, Ty rolled toward me
and kissed me on the lips.

  "Thanks, Dad," he said as he climbed over me and headed to the toilet.

  "Why did you thank me? I should be thanking you," I said when he
returned.

  "I've been wanting you to do that every night since you picked us up. You
always stopped," Ty answered after snuggling back into my arms.

  "I didn't think you were ready for something like that."

  "I know. That's why I lubed you and waited for you to do your normal
sleep thing."

  "I hope I didn't hurt you. Have you done this before?"

  "No. I've never done anything with anybody. On the south side of Dallas,
you can get killed for even looking at someone the wrong way. It hurt a
little at first, but I really wanted it, and it started feeling really
good, really fast. You made me cum, which I didn't think would happen. And
I loved knowing I was making you cum too, especially having it inside me."

  I knew exactly what he meant. Cum should go inside someone. That's what
sex is all about.

  After we cuddled and kissed awhile, I went to wake Jason. I led him to
the bathroom for his morning piss, and started his bath. I bathed him and
dried him, then stroked his cock till he unloaded on the tile floor again.

  When we returned to the bedroom, Ty was at the door. His eyes went
immediately to Jason's cock, which was still swollen and red, and obviously
recently used.

  "Thanks, Pops. That was great," Jason said at seeing Ty there.

  "Uh...Val...Val said she'll make us pancakes for breakfast," Ty spit out
and ran from the room.

  I got Jason dressed and down to the breakfast table. Ty wasn't there, so
I went to fetch him. He wasn't in my room, so I went to his. He was sitting
on his bed crying.

  "What's wrong, baby?"

  "I...I thought you liked me. But...you had sex with him. Did you suck
him? Did you...Did you let him fuck you?"

  I pulled him into my arms. "I didn't have sex with him. Well, I did, but
I didn't. I only stroked his dick till he got relief."

  "But why? I thought you didn't like him that much. I'm trying to make you
happy. I even let you fuck me. I wouldn't let just anybody do that."

  "I told him I would take care of that for him, so that he would leave you
alone. I know how he can be. He would have you sucking him before
long. Maybe more. He can be very manipulative. I didn't want him making you
do something you didn't want to do."

  Ty stopped crying as he put it all together in his head. "Is that why he
hasn't asked me to do it again?"

  "Yes. It's my responsibility to take care of him, not yours. Also, I may
have threatened him a little."

  Ty smiled at me, then asked, "Are you going to do anything else with
him?"

  "I'm only doing it so he can have some release. I wouldn't let an animal
suffer, and at his age, it would be unbearable to not get relief. Mostly I
don't want him bothering you. Unless you want to do it for him, otherwise I
will."

  "I know what you mean. He's my brother, and I don't want him to suffer
either, but he has always been mean to me. He does have a nice dick
though. It was kinda fun to play with it. I just wish it wasn't his."

  "I feel exactly the same way. But then, I get to play with your dick
too. It's just as nice as his, and you're a lot nicer than him."

  Ty smiled again. "You really think I have a nice dick?"

  "I love your dick. I want you to put it in me tonight."

  "Really!!?" he beamed.

  "Really. I hope I can wait that long, I want it so bad. But right now,
our pancakes are getting cold."

  The rest of the day, every time I looked at Ty, he'd blush. When Jason
wasn't near, he'd even grab his crotch and give it a jiggle, as if to say
`Tonight you're getting this'. We both had trouble keeping our erections
hidden from Jason and Val.

  When I put Jason to bed, I gave him a very quick hand job.

  Ty was waiting for me, lubed and ready. I can't remember ever being so
horny in my entire life. I got on my hands and knees in front of him, and
he didn't hesitate to push into me.

  I had only been fucked a few times, years before, by Greg. I guess my
hole had returned to its original tightness, because it hurt like hell when
Ty's knob entered me. I didn't care if he ripped me from daylight to dark,
I wanted it so bad, I pushed back into his invading cock.

  In two strokes, he was balls deep. He gripped my hips, and went to
town. I don't know if it was because I was so horny for him, or he's just
that good, but I shot a load in under a minute.

  "Jesus, Ty. I'm cumming."

  This only encouraged him to fuck me harder. It was like I was in
continuous orgasm mode. My dick dripped cum, and my head was in the clouds
for the whole time he fucked me. I felt him throb out his own orgasm,
filling my hole with his cream.

  He collapsed onto my back, and I collapsed onto the bed. It took us
several minutes to regain our strength. Ty pulled out of me and rolled
away.

  "Is sex always like that?"

  "It hasn't been for me, until now," I answered honestly.

  The next day was Saturday. I spent most of the day either jerking Jason,
or sucking and fucking Ty. And Ty fucked me again before we went to
sleep. Sunday was pretty much a repeat of Saturday.

  Monday, I went into the office, after giving Jason his morning hand
job. I had been looking for a counselor to take Ty to. I found one I
thought would be good, and made an appointment for Wednesday. I had a lot
of work to catch up on, knew I needed to spend more time there, or at least
be on the phone with the office more.

  I was home a little later than usual, to find Val still there, feeding
Jason again. I guess her maternal instincts had kicked in since his
accident. She always seemed to be giving him attention.

  It could be the fact that he did have a certain appeal, just like his
father. Even though Jason was an ass, he had a quality about him that
people were drawn to. I guess you could call it animal magnetism.

  Combined with the maternal instincts, it was clear that Jason was Val's
favorite. I don't know if Ty noticed or not, or maybe he was used to it,
but it didn't seem to bother him. Of course I made it a point to be sure he
knew he was my favorite, just to balance things a bit.

  After my evening ritual of jerking Jason, Ty and I tried to screw each
other's eyeballs out. As we cuddled, I told him about the appointment.

  "You want me to go to a psychiatrist? Do you think I'm crazy?"

  I chuckled, "Not at all. I just think it would be best to help you cope
with what happened with your mom and all the backlash that went with
it. Sometimes it's better to talk to someone not involved, who can give you
insight and help you deal with issues you might not want to talk about with
me for instance. A professional who knows about these things. I'm very good
at my job, but you wouldn't want me to perform heart surgery on you, no
matter how much you trust me. Now would you?"

  "Oh hell no," he laughed.

  He lay quietly for a moment, then asked, "Do I have to tell him
everything?"

  "Well, you might want to leave out the part about shoving your big cock
in my ass. But you should tell him about anything that's bothering you."

  "It's not that big," Ty laughed.

  "It's longer than mine, and still growing."

  On Wednesday, I took Ty to his appointment, leaving Jason with Val. The
office was in a large building that housed several other medical
professionals. Doctor Chapman shook my hand and invited me in with them for
a few minutes.

  "First off, I want both of you to understand that anything said in here
is totally private. Now, even though Ty is the patient, I may need to speak
with you on occasion too, but only if I feel the need for him to see
someone else, or prescribe medication and such. Anything he tells me is
totally private, and I will not tell you. It's up to him to decide what he
wants to tell you, and what he doesn't."

  "I understand completely. If he thought you were going to tell me
everything, he couldn't be completely open and honest with you, which
wouldn't help."

  "Exactly. I'm glad you agree. Now, if you will wait outside, I think we
can begin."

  Instead of just sitting in the waiting room, reading old magazines, I
decided to walk around the building. I found a Physical Therapist's office
and went in. I told them about Jason's injuries, wondering if P.T. would be
recommended for him. They said that he most likely would need several weeks
of P.T. and that they were on the referral list at the hospital that Jason
had gone to.

  This was good news, in that I could bring them both to therapy at the
same time. I told them we would probably see them in about five weeks.

  Ty emerged from the doctor's office, followed by the Doc. "Can you bring
Ty back on Friday?"

  "Sure, no problem." I wondered if there was a problem if he wanted to see
him again so soon.

  The doctor turned to his receptionist and said, "Put Ty in for my last
appointment on Friday. Allow two hours."

 Two hours? Shit, there must be something really wrong. Most of the
therapist I ever heard of allow only an hour, and usually you only get
forty five minutes actually in the office.

  In the car, I thought I'd try to find out what I could.

  "So, do you like Doctor Chapman?"

  "Yeah he seems okay enough."

  "Just okay?"

  "He's easy to talk to, and I guess that's the idea. So, yeah, I like
him."

  "Why do you think he wants to see you again so soon?"

  We didn't have a lot of time, so I kinda hit the high points. He said he
wants me to start at the beginning and tell the whole story. I think he
didn't really believe me at first. Anyway, now I think he wants the
details."

  Two things happened that day, and one the next, that had an impact on our
lives.

  When Ty and I arrived home, Val met us at the door.

  "May I speak with you?"

  "Sure Val. Ty, go get your swimsuit on, and I'll meet you out back."

  As soon as he was out of earshot, Vall said, "You know I love working for
you, but I'm afraid I have to quit."

  I had no doubt who was behind whatever the problem was.

  "What did Jason do?"

  "He wanted me to ... well, to do something that I should only do for my
husband."

  "I'm sorry Val. I'll have a talk with him."

  "The problem is... I almost did it. He can be very persuasive. Next time
I might not be able to hold out. I'm sorry, but I don't want to break my
marriage vows."

  "I understand completely. I'll give you two months severance pay and a
glowing recommendation."

  I've always heard you should count to ten before saying something in
anger, to prevent saying something you might regret. I counted to one
hundred, and was still seething when I got to Jason's room.

  "You little shit! Val has been with me for eight years. I told you not to
try to persuade your brother to do stuff for you, what makes you think it
was okay to do that to Val. I was taking care of it for you, but now it
will be a cold day in hell before you get to unload again. Ever had a case
of blue balls? Well you're about to experience it in the worst way."

  I didn't give him a chance to defend himself, before slamming the door on
my way out.

  "What was that all about?" Ty asked.

  "Your brother just caused Val to quit. I'm not giving him anymore
release, and I would appreciate it if you didn't either."

  Ty smiled a little. "Life for him is gonna be hell for the next five
weeks."

  I got into my swimsuit and went out to the pool. Jason was on his balcony
as Ty and I swam. Every once in a while I would give him a dirty look. In
return I got one of fear or maybe regret, but certainly not happiness.

  Just as we got out of the pool, my phone rang. My father was in the
hospital. He'd had a massive stroke.  My father and I were very close. He
was the only one who had tried to talk me out of marrying Bev. When the
shit hit the fan in the relationship, he stood by me, and never said "I
told you so."

  Seeing him in that hospital bed was eerie. He was never sick. The doctor
said something about brain edema and hemorrhage and I don't know what
all. The only part I understood was they couldn't help him.

  His left side was paralyzed, but he gripped my hand in his right, and
gave me a lopsided smile. He ruffled my hair and put his hand on the back
of my neck like he always did. I broke down crying, leaning into his
chest. He patted my neck. I looked into his eyes, and he shook his head,
telling me not to cry for him. Then his hand caressed my cheek, I could see
the love in his eyes. He patted my cheek in pride. Then closed his eyes,
and drifted away.

  I thought back to when I last saw him at the office. I spoke to him
briefly before leaving. My last words to him had been "I love you Dad."

  I am eternally grateful for that.

  Jason and Ty had to fend for themselves for dinner. By the time I
returned home, they were already in bed. Of course Ty was in mine, not his
own. I tried not to, but I woke him when I climbed in beside him.

  "Are you okay?" he asked.

  "My father's gone."

  "I'm so sorry," Ty said as he wrapped his arms around me.
  We cried silently together, his tears falling on my chest. He didn't know
my father, so I assume his tears were in sympathy for me.

  The next morning, I woke Jason and went through his morning
routine. Although he rose to the occasion, he got no release. He seemed
disappointed, but didn't complain.

  Before I could get breakfast for the boys, the phone was
ringing. Corporate attorneys wanting meetings. I personally held a few
shares of stock in the company, and was on the board, but my father held
controlling interest, with a few outstanding shares held by two other board
members. As sole beneficiary to my father's estate, I now owned ninety per
cent of the company, plus his money and house.

  After breakfast, I spent the whole day in meetings with the boys tagging
along reluctantly. With Val gone, I couldn't leave them alone for fear of
something dreadful happening.

  At the end of the day I was exhausted. I put Jason to bed without a hand
job, and then collapsed in my bed with Ty.

  Friday morning was spent taking care of funeral arrangements. My father
had most everything laid out so there wasn't much to do. Then over to my
father's house to take care of things there. Since Mom had gone, there was
only him and Olive the housekeeper living there. I didn't like the idea of
letting her go, but I didn't have room for a live in housekeeper at my
place.

  "Shit, Pops. I thought your house was big. This shack is dope," Jason so
eloquently put it when we entered the large gates.

  Getting out of the car, I noticed a man on scaffolding painting the
second floor shutters. I didn't really pay much attention to him as I
entered house, and was immediately cradled in Olive's ample bosom.

  "Oh, Sammy. I'm so sorry. You know I loved your father. This world has
lost a great man."

  Olive is the only person in the world who called me Sammy. I don't even
know when it started.

  "Olive, these are my sons Jason and Ty," I said peeling my face off her
chest.

  "Oh sure. I remember little Jason. And...uh..." Her eyes moved to Ty. "Uh
... well ...uh"

  "Don't sweat it Olive. He was a surprise to me too. Just accept him as
one of the family."

  "Of course. Come give auntie Olive a big hug, both of you."

  While she was smothering the boys, I noticed a figure in the doorway. It
was the painter.

  "Sam, you probably don't remember me. I'm Nash, Olive's son."

  I was staring at a hulk of a man. Easily 6' 4", huge shoulders supporting
muscular arms, blond hair and piercing blue eyes. It took me a moment to
gather my senses and accept his outstretched hand.

  "Oh. Sure I remember you. You were just a kid when I saw you last."

  Father always hosted a Christmas party for the office staff and their
families. I remember seeing Nash at the party soon after Bev left me. He
wore white jeans and a white shirt. I remember it because he was about
thirteen at the time, and his jeans were so tight I could tell he was well
hung and circumcised. I was at the height of my teen boy addiction and
drought. I followed him around the party most of the evening, just to catch
glimpses of his full basket.

  "I just wanted to offer my condolences. Your father was always very kind
to me. He never forgot my birthday, which is more than I could say about my
own father," Nash explained as Jason and Ty went looking around the house.

  "Nash just got out of the Marines a couple of months ago. Your dad gave
him a job taking care of things around here, and driving him around, stuff
like that," Olive said.

  "I had just picked him up from his rotary club meeting, when I noticed
him slumped over in the back of the limo. I broke every speed limit on the
way to the hospital, I swear, but it didn't do any good."

  I could see tears welling in his eyes.

  "There was nothing you could have done, Nash," I said taking a chance to
glance at his crotch. Yep, still packed.

  When Nash had gone, I asked Olive about the limo. I didn't know Father
owned one.

  "Don't tell Nash, but your father bought it so it would give him
something to do besides just minor repairs around here. He always liked
Nash, and wanted him to feel useful, so it didn't seem like he was just
giving him a handout. He insisted Nash move into the guest house too, so
he'd be available when your dad needed him."

  "Yeah, that was my dad, alright."

  He always stressed to me how important it is to take care of our
employees. "Treat them right, and they will be loyal. Besides, kindness is
its own reward."

  I had that kind of relationship with Val, until Jason fucked it up. A
sudden flash of brilliance struck me.

  "Olive, if you don't mind cleaning up after a couple of teenagers, would
you like to stay here?"

  "I was hoping you would ask. I love kids, so it's not a problem. If I
might ask though, what happened to Jason's arms?"

  "Jason needs an attitude adjustment. Combine that with teen stupidity,
and shit happens."

  Olive nodded in understanding.

  "We have some appointments this afternoon. Would you ask Nash if he could
meet me back here around 6:30?"

  We were right on time for Ty's appointment with Dr. Chapman.

  "Little bro's going to a shrink. Ha ha. I don't think they found a cure
for half black fags yet," Jason said when he realized what kind of doctor
we were going to.

  "Sit down and shut up!" I snarled at him.

  The receptionist looked at his casts, then eyed me suspiciously.

  "I'd like to say I did that to him, but I didn't. He did it to himself."

  While we waited for Ty, I took Jason to the physical therapist office
that I had visited earlier. I made him an appointment for the week after he
was due to have the casts removed, then we went to sit in the car to wait
for Ty.

  "Did you see the tits on that nurse, Pops? I'd like to motorboat those."

  I just shook my head in disgust.

  After a quiet moment, Jason said, "Nobody's around, do me a solid, and
stroke me to a nut."

  After glancing at the evident erection in his jeans, I just glared at
him.

  "Come on, Pops. You can't still be pissed about the Val thing."

  His erection was inviting for sure, but I wasn't giving in.

  "Yes I'm still pissed, and you have a lot to learn about how to treat
people."

  "But Dad, I'm your little boy. You don't want me to suffer do you?" He
slid down in the seat a bit, and raised his pelvis toward me. "Look at
it. I'm dying here."

  His thick cock was calling out to me. I could just reach over, and it
would be like having Greg in my hand again.

  "I told you I wouldn't, and I meant it."

  Back at my dad's house, Nash was waiting for me. He looked stunning in a
tight black Polo shirt that showed off his rippling muscles, and tight
black jeans that accented one muscle in particular. I noticed a gold chain
around his neck that held a gold initial ring.

  "Thanks for meeting me, Nash. I'm planning to move in here and I am very
busy. I was wondering if you could help me out by taking care of Jason and
coordinating things around my old house til the move."

  "No problem, Sir. I'd be honored."

  "Please. Just call me Sam. Is that your girlfriend's ring on your chain?"

  Nash laughed nervously. "No. I don't have a girlfriend. Actually your
father gave me this ring for my fourteenth birthday. See, it has my
initials on it," he said as he held it out for me to see. "It doesn't fit
my finger anymore so I put it on this chain. I still drive the car he gave
me for a graduation gift when I finished high school."

  I knew my father was generous, but this seemed a bit much. "What kind of
car?"

  "A Corvette. It's in the garage with the other vehicles, but if you need
the space, I'll move it," Nash offered.

  "No, I'm sure it will be fine. I'll sell the other cars, except the
limo. May I ask you a rather personal question?"

  "Sure."

  "I don't mean to pry, and I promise it won't affect your job or anything,
but I'd really like an honest answer. How close were you and my father?"

  I could see he was struggling with an answer.

  "Very close," was what he came out with.

  "Uh ... Ok. Let me put it this way. I have a rather special relationship
with Ty. Would you say that you had a special relationship with my father?"

  He took a moment to answer, but finally said, "Yes."

  "When?" I asked

  "Well ... Um... He was always nice to me, but I think what you want to
know is from when I was twelve until I went into the Marines."

  That would have been my `dark years', during and just after Bev. It was
also after Mom died.

  "I have another proposition for you. And if you don't accept it, I'll
understand completely. No worries."

  After my meeting with Nash, I told the boys, "We're moving into this
house because it will be easier to sell the other one, and this one doesn't
have any balconies for Jason to throw himself off of."

  This brought a laugh from Ty.

  "You guys go pick out a bedroom. When we get back to the other house,
Nash will be staying in the room next to Jason. He's going to be taking
care of him until his casts come off."

  "Which room are you taking, Dad?" Ty asked.

  "My father's. It's the large one at the end of the hall."

  "I'd like the one closest to it," Ty declared without even looking.

  "But I might want it," Jason complained.

  "Too late, Jason. Ty has already claimed it. There are five other's to
choose from."

  When Jason went to choose a room, followed closely by Nash, Ty asked,
"Why did your parents have such a big house?"

  "I think they expected to have a lot of grandchildren and great
grandchildren to come visit them."

  We were about to leave, stepping into the entry foyer I saw Olive talking
to a man delivering yet another spray of flowers. I recognized him
immediately, even from a distance. It was Greg, Jason's father.

  I pulled Jason back out of sight.

  "Did you see the man at the door?"

  "Yeah. Looks familiar, do I know him?"

  "No, but he's familiar because you look just like him. That's your
father."

  "My dad's a flower delivery guy?"

  "Yep. That's what happens when you drop out of school and have a baby to
support. But to his credit, at least he isn't living off a government check
like you expect to."

  We stopped at KFC and picked up chicken for dinner. We were just finished
with eating when Nash showed up. I led him to his room next to Jason's to
stow his bag, then to Jason's room. He sat a Kleenex box on the dresser.

  "It's a Nanny Cam. You can view it on your phone, IPad or laptop. I'll
set it up for you."

  "I knew I could count on you," I commended.

  Later, we left Jason in Nash's hands, and went to bed. Ty quickly
undressed and was waiting for me.

  "I'm sorry I haven't paid you much attention these last few days," I
apologized as I climbed into bed.

  "I understand you've been under a lot of pressure lately. Just so you
know I'm here for you when you want me," Ty replied as he lay his head on
my shoulder.

  His hand went to my dick which grew hard instantly. "Want to put this in
me?" he asked.

  "Actually I was thinking about you doing me."

  Ty was between my legs pushing his cock in and out, when he whispered, "I
think Nash has a really big dick. Did you see the bulge in his pants?"

  "Yes, I noticed it."

  I'm sure we were both thinking about it as he fucked my brains out.

  The chapel was packed with my father's many friends and associates. Some
I knew, many I didn't. Even though I knew he was gone, I was suddenly
struck by the fact that I would never see my father again. I broke down in
sobs and tears.

  Ty took my hand in sympathy and support. Surprisingly, Nash gripped my
other hand.

  At the reception after, we stood at the head of the receiving line as
mourners offered their condolences. The surprised looks on their faces when
they were introduced to Jason was nothing compared to their looks when also
introduced to Ty as my son.

  I was emotionally drained as we went home that night.

  "I'm waking you up early tomorrow, we need to get started on packing your
stuff," Nash informed Jason.

  I hadn't given them much thought since Nash came to stay with us, or of
his assignment. While Ty showered, I pulled out my laptop and viewed the
feed from the Nanny Cam.

  "My dad hired you to take care of me. I need taking care of," Jason was
saying to Nash.

  "I told you what it would cost," Nash replied.

  "I ain't no fag. I don't suck dick," Jason protested.

  "Well then, I'm not giving you a hand job."

  "Come on Bra, you got me all heated up when you washed me, my nuts is
aching."

  "Call me `Bra' one more time, and I'll squeeze your nuts right off."

  "You're just jealous cause I'm rich." Jason accused.

  "Shit. I'm certainly not jealous of some `wigger' like you. And you're
not rich, your dad is."

  "Wigger?"

  "Yeah. A white punk who thinks he's a ghetto gangsta," Nash said as he
exited the room.

  Four days later,I woke up when Ty got out of bed to go to pee. I picked
up the laptop to see what was going on in Jason's room.

  "You left that magazine in here just to drive me crazy didn't you?" Jason
was saying as he waited for Nash to get his clothes. I could see an
erection in his underwear.

  "Let's just call it inspiration," Nash answered.

  "Okay, okay. I'll do it. Just give me some relief."

  "You first, then I'll do it."

  Jason hung his head. "Okay. You win."

  Nash stepped in front of him and dropped his jeans. His cock was like the
rest of him, huge. At least nine inches and thick. He quickly looked toward
the camera as if to say "I hope you're watching."

  I checked to be sure it was being recorded.

  Ty got back into bed just then. "What are you... Holy shit! Look at the
size of his dick. Wait. Is Jason gonna... Oh my God! Jason's sucking his
dick!"

  Jason tentatively moved his mouth back and forth on the behemoth
cock. Nash grabbed his head and pushed in deep.

  Jason gagged and pulled off. "Motha fucka. You trying to kill me?"

  "I don't care if you choke on it. If I don't cum, you don't cum," Nash
said as he pushed his cock back into Jason's mouth.

  Suddenly I became aware of Ty's lips sliding up and down my dick. I
watched one son suck a large cock, as my other son blew me.

  I have to admit, I was a little jealous of Jason. Nash was a beautiful
specimen of a man, and had a gorgeous cock. I wondered what Jason was
tasting and feeling as that large cock sawed in and out of his mouth.

   Ty swallowed my load because he likes it. Jason swallowed because Nash
wouldn't let him off his cock until he did.

  Nash only stroked Jason's cock for less than a minute before he blasted a
huge load all over himself. Jason had sucked a cock and swallowed cum for
just a few seconds of pleasure.

  While I poured cereal into a bowl for Jason, I said, "You're looking
happy this morning. You must really be looking forward to moving to the
other house."

  "Uh ... Yeah, that's probably it," Jason replied. He shot a nervous
glance at Nash, then just stared at his cereal.

  The three of us shared a knowing smile and went on with our breakfast.

  I went into the office, facing the slew of condolences and emotional
hugs. Most of our staff had been to the funeral, most were genuinely
sorrowful. For the most part, they tried not to bother me with trivial
matters, and left me to my thoughts. It was quieter than I can remember it
ever being.

  I drove home on auto pilot, arriving at the old house and finding it
empty. I had forgotten it was moving day, and everyone was at my father's
house. I guess I should stop calling it that, now it was my home.

  Nash met me in the foyer. "The boys are upstairs arranging their
stuff. May I have a word with you?"

  "Sure. Let's go into my dad's ...er my study."

  "Your plan worked. I assume you saw it on cam."

  "Yes, you're doing an excellent job. And I might add, you're um ... very
gifted."

  Nash blushed. "Sorry you had to see that."

  "I'm not." I interjected.

  "Uh... So, how do we proceed from here? Do I keep up the Marine Drill
Sergeant routine? It's really not my nature."

  "I know. I wouldn't have asked you to do that if it was, and I appreciate
you doing it. For now, continue being tough on him. I believe the
discipline is just what he needs," I answered.

  "And what about the other stuff? I mean, if you hadn't told me to do
that, I wouldn't dare do that with your son. I don't want you to ..."

  "I understand, and I appreciate your sacrifice. Let's just see what
happens. You were pretty hard... er tough on him. He may have learned a
lesson."

  It was a week later when I checked the cam feed.

  "My dad would fire you if he knew you were making me suck your dick,"
Jason said as he held Nash's large cock.

  "I'm not making you do anything. It's your choice. Merely an exchange of
favors. Besides, what are you gonna do, go to your father and admit to
sucking my cock three times? I don't think so."

  Three times? I must have missed one. I'll have to check the recordings.

  Nash didn't have to hold his head anymore, Jason went to work on that
cock like he'd been sucking for years. I realised how much I envied him
when my dick throbbed in my pants. I felt guilty because I wanted Nash
while Ty was my lover.

  I also realised I was over my obsession with Jason. I only wanted him
because he reminded me so much of the young Greg, my first boy lover.

  I felt so guilty about my lust for Nash, I practically raped Ty when he
got out of the shower. Not that having his teen cock in my ass is a bad
thing, I just wanted to make up for coveting Nash.

  It was another week later when Nash asked to borrow my laptop.

  "It's time for Jason's final attitude adjustment. I'm going to copy some
of the videos, and edit them."

  Over the next couple of weeks, I noticed changes in Jason. He no longer
talked like a `wigger', his manners improved, even his clothing style was
better. I think in part because I took him to the school he was going to
attend and he saw no one else acting or dressing like him.

  One afternoon Nash and Ty came to see me in my home office.

  "Dad, we were thinking that maybe it's time to let up on Jason a bit," Ty
said.

  "Sir, he really has improved a lot," Nash added.

  "Do you feel it's real or is he faking it?" I asked knowing how
manipulative Jason can be.

  "Yesterday I was coming in from the pool as he was coming out. He bumped
into me causing me to drop my ipod. It was an accident, but he quickly
apologized and was concerned it had been broken. It was genuine on his
part, I could tell. I've known him my whole life, and he's never apologized
to me once. Shocked the shit out of me," Ty reported.

  "Okay. If you both feel that way, I officially lift sanctions, but
reserve the right to impose them again if the need arises."

  That evening Nash knocked on my bedroom door just as I was getting out of
the shower. I grabbed a robe and told him to come in.

  "What's up?"

  He stood beside the bed and opened my laptop as I sat down on the bed. He
brought up the nanny cam feed, showing Jason was sitting up in his bed
wearing just his briefs. Ty was sitting on the edge of the bed as they
chatted.

  "...that's when you started calling me `half black fag', remember?"

  "Yeah. I'm sorry, that was mean of me. But you were wearing a wig and
kissing him. I didn't know the situation at the time, and I shouldn't have
kept calling you that."

  "He was my best friend and he was dying. He'd never kissed a girl, I just
wanted him to experience it before he died. But you had to torment me all
this time because of it."

  "I'm really sorry, Ty," Jason said sincerely. Even I believed him.

  "Well, things aren't always as they seem. I passed by your door a couple
of days ago and saw you sucking Nash's cock. Maybe I'll start calling you
cocksucker."

  "Uh...I only..."

  "I know. You're straight. It would be true though. You did suck his
cock. But calling people names hurts. And even though it's true, I'm half
black, and I'm gay, doesn't mean I want to be called that."

  "You are?"

  "Queer as a three dollar bill," Ty admitted.

  Then he reached for the waistband of Jason's briefs and pulled it
down. He stroked Jason's cock for a minute until it was as stiff as a
board.

  "You know, having a gay brother can come in handy when you're laid up
like this."

  My dick started rising as Ty bent over his brother's crotch. When his
lips reached the base of Jason's cock, I was hard as stone. I glanced at
Nash's crotch, and saw the outline of his big cock snaking down his pant
leg.

  I hesitated only a moment to consider the consequences, before reaching
for that bulge. I could only hope he wasn't put off by my actions. I
tentatively lay my palm over his stretched jeans. When he didn't jerk away
from my advances, I slowly rubbed along the length of it.

  I chanced a glance at his face, and Nash was smiling down at me. As he
closed the laptop, I reached for the button on his jeans. I don't know if
it was for his benefit or mine that I took a torturously long time to slide
his zipper down, but when I grabbed the waistband of his boxers and jeans
at the same time, I couldn't get them down fast enough.

  Having only seen it from a distance and on a monitor, I was surprised at
how large his cock really was. I had never seen anything like it, nor had I
wanted anything more. My lips closed around the fat knob, and I wondered
how Jason had been able to handle it. I slid down as far as I could, but
only managed about half his length, and it grew very rigid with my efforts.

  "Oh Jesus," Nash moaned.

  I bobbed on it slowly trying repeatedly to deep throat it, but failed. I
gave up on that idea and just worked on the part I could take.

  Ty and Jason were far from my mind as I pleased Nash. All I wanted at
that moment was to taste his cream. I grabbed his butt in one hand and the
base of his cock in the other and sped up my ministrations. I could hear
him moaning and grunting out his gratitude as his cock claimed my mouth.

  After a too short few minutes, Nash lay his big hand on my head. Not to
force more into me, but to stroke my head lovingly as he unloaded in my
mouth. I had to swallow quickly because of the amount his ample balls
produced.

  When it was over and his cock began to shrink, I looked up at him. He
gave me a nervous smile then pulled up his jeans. I could see he was at a
loss for words. After all, his employer had just sucked his cock.

  "Uh... I... I'll see you later," was all he could say as he left.

  I was still savoring the taste of Nash's cum when Ty came in. He looked a
little sheepish as he went to the bathroom to shower.

  He settled in beside me and I reached for his dick. "Dad. Um, I sucked
Jason," he admitted guiltily.

  "Did he force you or coerce you into it?"

  "No. I wanted to do it."

  "Then what's the problem?"

  "Well, you and I... We're... I mean..."

  "Ty, I don't own you. I'm your father first, anything else is just icing
on the cake. You're supposed to try different things. I don't expect you to
stay with me until I die, except as my son."

  "So you wouldn't mind if I let him fuck me?"

  "No, that's up to you. But you know Jason is going to move on when he's
healed."

  "Yeah. I know. He's being really nice right now. After I finished him he
even offered to blow me."

  "Well he's had some experience with that lately," I chuckled.

  I didn't tell Ty his was the second load I swallowed that night.

  The next night Nash again knocked at my door.

  "Ty said you wanted to see me."

  This time I was the one to bring up the cam feed. Ty was standing beside
Jason's bed, pulling his shirt off. He didn't need to be nude just to blow
Jason, so I knew what he was going to do.

  "Nash, tell me about your relationship with my father."

  "He was the kindest man I ever met."

  "I agree, but I want to know the rest."

  "Sir, I will never say anything bad... "

  "Look, we both know you and he did things. I completely understand, as
you well know. I just want to understand the depth of the relationship, for
my own reasons."

  "I was real young when my mom came to work here. My dad was an ass, but
your father was always nice to me. For my ninth birthday my dad gave me a
broken arm. Your's gave me a bicycle. When I was eleven your mom passed
away. The first time I saw you was at her funeral. Your wife sat on the
aisle, you were next to her, then your father. I was on the other side of
him then my mom. You were holding his hand, and I knew it was because you
loved him and he loved you. I wanted to show him I loved him too, so I took
his other hand. He had tears in his eyes, but managed a smile and squeezed
my hand. My dad left soon after that, thank god. For my twelfth birthday
your father invited all my friends for a pool party. It was my first
birthday party, and everyone had a blast. That's when he gave me the
ring. My mom always said she hoped he could find a nice woman to take care
of him. I decided it should be me instead, so I sorta let him know I was
available to him. It was a couple of months later when we finally did
anything, even then it was my idea. He never would have done anything
otherwise."

  "You said it went on until you went into the Marines. Why not after?" I
asked.

  "I guess he thought I might have gotten into women while I was in the
marines. Or maybe he was too embarrassed, I don't know. I know he still
liked me though. He gave me a job and a place to live."

  "So we met at my mother's funeral? I remember a Christmas party a couple
of years later... "

  "Yeah I remember it too. I kept hoping you would talk to me. I kinda
thought you were interested, but you never did," Nash replied.

  "Interested? I followed you around like a puppy," I laughed.

  "You should have said something. We could have... well, you know."

  "Wouldn't my father have been upset about that?"

  "Anybody but you, maybe. But he loved you so much. He talked about you
all the time. I think he wanted you and I to get together. He said... uh
never mind."

  "What? What did he say?"

  "He said your wife wasn't good enough for you, that you needed someone
like me."

  My father told a boy I needed someone like him? How did my father know I
liked boys? I was married for god sake, I didn't even know I liked boys.

  "Should we find out if he was right?" I asked as I reached for him.

  I had gotten used to having a boy's cock in me. But Nash was no boy. I
doubt he was ever boy size. Even at that Christmas party I had been
impressed with the bulge in his pants. Now he was definitely not boy
size. It's a good thing he was aware of it too. I'm the one that felt like
a little boy as he cradled me in his strong arms, spooned behind, gently
working himself into me. He slowly claimed my ass just as he had my mouth
the night before. Only he didn't quit until I had taken it all. Once
seated, his strokes were long and deliberate, reshaping me to fit him. My
organs would just have to move aside for him, because that's where he
belonged. He had been fucking me for ten minutes when my body admitted
defeat bowing to its new master. Then he pulled out and lay me on my
back. I was like a rag doll as he got between my legs and refilled me. I
brought my knees to my chest surrendering another couple of inches inside
me. His lips found mine in an effort to quieten me as he picked up the
pace. I don't know when I shot my load, it seemed like I was cumming
continuously. And then he flooded my insides and collapsed on me.

  I was barely human at that point. More like a bowl of jelly.

  "Jesus, Nash. Do you always fuck like that?" I asked when I was able.

  "I don't know. That was my first time," he answered between breaths.

  Surely I misunderstood him. "But I thought... "

  "We only did oral, even though I offered to do more. Your father always
told me to save that for someone special. So I did. I saved it for you."

  Ty didn't show up in my room that night, and Nash never left. I felt a
lot of guilt about how much I enjoyed being with Nash. I didn't want to
hurt Ty by telling him about it either. But I needn't have worried.

  "I spent last night in Jason's room," Ty admitted to me the next morning.

  "I know."

  "Did you watch?" he asked embarrassed.

  "Only until you started to undress. Did you have a good time?"

  He looked down and nodded.

  "Good. Do you plan to keep sleeping with him?"

  "Probably just until his casts come off. He was really nice last
night. He even told me he liked girls before I mounted him. He didn't want
to mislead me into thinking it might be more than it was. I told him I
knew, and that I wanted to help him anyway. He's actually really good. He
even kissed me while I rode his cock. And he loved making me cum from his
fucking. And you won't believe this, he offered to let me fuck him for
round two. I know he really isn't into it so I said no, and let him do me
again. Then later I woke him up. He didn't get mad or anything and let me
mount him a third time. Uh... How did you and Nash get along last night?"

  "Really well," I answered with a smile.

  He gave me a knowing smile and said, "Good."

  It seemed Jason had actually turned a corner and into a human being. His
casts were taken off a few days before school started. Ty slept in Jason's
room that night too. I checked the cam feed, and Ty was on his back while
Jason fucked him. Their lips were locked together, and it looked like Jason
was not just fucking him, but making love to him.

  The first week of school Jason asked if he could invite someone to dinner
on Saturday. Of course I said yes.

  Janet was a pretty little thing. Petite with barely budding breasts, long
blond hair, and a killer smile. Her little brother, Tommy, was just as
cute. They became regular visitors to our home.

  It was the following New Years Eve when Jason finally managed to take
Janet's cherry. Ty didn't wait that long, and had Tommy in bed before
Thanksgiving.

  I never had any more problems with the boys. I bought a two bedroom condo
near the Florida State University, where they are in attendance. Jason and
Janet are in one bedroom, Ty and Tommy are in the other. Oh... and Nash is
still in my room.

The End
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