Date: Tue, 17 Jun 2008 17:08:19 -0700 (PDT) From: adm2780 Subject: Second Time Around Chapter Thirteen All rights reserved. Other than downloading one copy for personal enjoyment, no part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted by any means, except for reviews, without the written permission of the author. As in real life, the sexual themes unfold gradually and are kept to a realistic level. If you are looking for sex on every page, then this is not the story for you. Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to the author, Dwight Wilson, at adm2780@yahoo.com This story contains descriptions of consensual sexual contact between males, adult and minor. As such it is homoerotic, designed for the entertainment of mature adults. If you are not of legal age to read such material, or if the subject matter would create irresolvable personal moral dilemmas, please exit now. NOTE: Special thanks to Matthew for his time and efforts proof reading and editing the chapters. Want to read a couple of good stories? Try "Never Take Love For Granted" or "One Gift To Give". They are both excellent. Chapter Thirteen: Second Time Around Leaving David after our extended weekend left me with a feeling of emptiness. Not a physical emptiness. Maybe loneliness would be a better description. Yes, I knew he was a professional escort. I also knew that he was semi-retired and headed into retirement. There was something else I knew; David made me feel alive and younger. He made me think of things and want to do things I hadn't thought about in a long time. He was good. Leaving David wasn't easy, but necessary, for more than one reason. For one thing, part of my sitting area was sensitive from the new experiences I had, or he had, put it through during the weekend. Another thing, I had an appointment in Tampa to talk with some of the bosses in the southeast region. The talk was actually an interview regarding a team leader position in wealth management. The position was coming open in Jacksonville, where I wanted to be, and would be a promotion. Someone had recommended me for the position, but I would have to go through the normal corporate interview procedures and time lines. The position would also require that I travel a little, occasionally, but the boys were old enough and, I hope, mature enough for me to be able to leave them for a couple of days; assuming I was offered the position. I also had an ace up my sleeve for caring for the boys, their grandmother; which reminded me that I needed to place a call. "Mother, it's me." "Yes, Richard, I recognize the voice." I could always here the sound of light laughter in Mother's voice. "Where are you? I assume you're still arriving at the same time?" "I'm in Tampa and no, I'll not be arriving at the same time. I have a meeting down here shortly and when it's over, I'll be driving up. I've rented a large SUV for the holidays." 'I don't recall you mentioning having a meeting scheduled at this time." "That's because I didn't mention it; the boys don't even know. It was a last minute thing and the company covered the change in my reservations. In fact, because of this meeting, the company is covering the entire cost of my flight for the holidays. I'm not calling too early, am I?" "Well, certainly not for me. You know that I always rise early. I can hear one of the boys in the bathroom right now. My guess is that it's Frank; Michael seems to enjoy sleeping in. They have been on the go a lot and I think I may have worn them out." "Mother, you don't really expect two teenage boys to admit that they can't keep up with their grandmother, do you?" "We won't ask them to admit it. I'll file it away as a fond memory and leave it to you to tease them later." Mother was definitely laughing to herself at this point. "They have been busy trying to get things just right for your arrival. I haven't had this many decorations out in years. They were just like two little boys in a toy box when I asked them to pull everything out." "Yes, and why would I suspect that you managed to tell them a few stories about me, when I was growing up, while all this was going on?" "Just a few; nothing really bad. Their favorite was about you being in the school play where the actors played gender reversal. You weren't a bad boy; most of the time." Mother had just let me know she had given the boys ammunition to make my life miserable for a while; she paused and changed the subject. "Do you know if you will be here for dinner tonight?" "Oh, I imagine. Actually, I was thinking in terms of taking everyone out for dinner. I could call ahead at make reservations for us if your favorite steak house is still there." "It's still there. Would you like the phone number?" No twisting of arms required for this invitation. "Oh, Frank's coming in; hold on." I could hear Mother talking to Frank but couldn't understand a word. She had a habit of placing her hand over the mouth- piece whenever she turned to speak to someone and there was another party on the phone. My poor second son. It was now past 9:30 in the morning and he had to force himself to join the living. At home, he would have been up right after me, early. "Hey, Dad!" "Hey, kiddo, sleeping in?" "Not as much as Grandma says you used to." Great, now I know Mother had been telling secrets; no big deal. "Besides, it's vacation time; it's allowed." "That it is, son; that it is. I'll assume your brother's still in bed?" "Yeah, you know Mikey and how hard it is for him in the mornings." I heard that mischievous tone and knew what he was telling me. If his grandmother caught on, I was going to skin him alive. "He'll be out when he smells food. Grandma knows how to get him moving." "If your grandmother catches on to what I think you're telling me, I'm going to skin you." "We're fine. Yeah, that's what I meant." Frank was really enjoying himself. "You gonna be here tonight?" "No, a little earlier. I'm in Tampa now, headed to a meeting and then headed your way. We're going out to eat tonight." "Why? Mikey and I have been enjoyin' Grandma's cookin'. No offense Dad, but Grandma's a lot better cook than you." "Okay, wise guy. You two behave and tell Grandma I'll be there this afternoon. Love you, son." "Love you, too, Dad. See ya." There was no doubt that my younger son was having a good time. He was still up to his shenanigans, telling me that Mikey, meaning his brother was acting like a kid, and how hard it is for him, meaning that Little Mikey was hard, was most likely lying in bed pleasuring himself. The fact that the two of them had been sleeping in also told me they were most likely up at night playing games. The one thing I was thankful for was that Mother had put them in my old room which was on the opposite end of the house from her bedroom. I also wondered what other little secrets or stories Mother had told my boys. I was sure I would find out after I got there. As I drove down the street, I again thought about David. He had given me three packages as we parted. Actually, he had given me an incredible gift over our weekend and parting was no fun. Thinking about him I couldn't help but smile while I drove along and relived the weekend in my mind. Something I would do many, many times. One of the packages he gave me I could guess was the vibrating dildo he had shoved up my rear. The others I wasn't sure about. He made me promise not to open them until I was on the highway and headed to mothers. One of the packages was marked 'open last'. * * * * Business meetings were a part of my normal life. This meeting was scheduled for 10:45 in the morning. Experience told me the odd time, most meetings were scheduled on the hour or half-hour, was either to cover the unlikely event the meeting ran beyond the desired one hour or, we would stay within the one hour normal time frame and the men I was meeting could graciously end the meeting and dump me before heading off to a leisurely lunch. Of course, there are those occasions where experience can be wrong. I arrived approximately seven minutes before our scheduled meeting time and was greeted in the lobby two minutes before the scheduled time and then escorted into a small meeting room precisely on time. The timing was so good that it was almost unnerving. Two other gentlemen were sitting in the meeting room when I entered with my host. Not only did this meeting go beyond the normal one hour time frame, it ran into what became a business lunch. Business lunches are not normal lunches. A normal lunch the person can enter a restaurant or sandwich shop, my preference, eat and be out in about thirty minutes. Business lunches never take less than an hour and commonly run longer, depending on the number of people in the party and seriousness of the meetings. This luncheon ran for two hours, in addition to an hour in the meeting room. What it all boiled down to was that I was being given a very thorough going over. During meetings such as this I always wondered if I should have made up a list ahead of time, for distribution, of the labels in my clothes and what size underwear I wore. The length of the meeting also said something else; they were interested. It was just after two in the afternoon when I drove the Suburban I had rented up on the highway and headed towards my family. As soon as I cleared some of the heavier traffic, I called the restaurant to make reservations for dinner; someone had already called. With that worry behind me, I looked at the clock and, knowing I had a three hour drive, decided to push the "take five" rule. The rule is you could cruise at five miles per hour over the speed limit and most likely, a policeman would not make the effort to stop you and write the ticket. On this trip, five became ten and I locked it in. The packages David gave me were on the passenger seat. When I hit open highway and locked in cruise control, I reached over and picked up the larger package. The size and shape of the box, wrapped very nicely in the comic section of the Sunday paper, suggested what it was. He said to open them in private when I was out of the city. Smiling to myself, I opened the package and confirmed my suspicions; he had given me the vibrating dildo he introduced to my virgin butt. I held the thing as I drove down the highway and remembered the feelings that little toy gave me. I promised myself the battery would not go bad from just sitting around. There was also a note that told me not to open the last package until I decided that I would teach my boys everything they needed to know. It was interesting that 'everything' was underlined and that he said 'until I decided', not 'when I decided'. The second package I opened was smaller and I wasn't sure what it might be. It was wrapped in some really nice holiday paper with ribbon and a big bow. This really had my curiosity going. I opened the package to find a CD. With no idea what could be on it, I knew there was only one way to find out; play it. "mmmmmmmmmmm. . . . . .yeeaahhhh" At least, that's what it sounded as though someone, or some thing, was trying to say. I thought the disc might be bad and was disappointed. However, I listened to a little more, just in case it was just a brief bad spot on the disc. "ooooooohhhhhhhhh . . . . . .mmmmmmmmmm . . . .mmmmhuuuummmm . . .mmmmmmm" That was a whimper! I ran the disc back, turned up the volume and listed again. "mmmmmmmmmmm . . . .oooooooooohhhhhhhhhh" It sounded like air rushing through something. "ooooooooooooohhhhhhhh . . . .yyyeeeeeaaaahhhh." I was beginning to think I knew what this was, but didn't think I was right until I heard "...pizza for supper, goes good with wine." Holy crap! David had recorded our session together. Those groans and whimpers were me as he manipulated my body and that last 'yyyeeeeeeaaahhhh' was when he pushed that vibrator toy up my butt. No wonder he told me to open this thing in private! Initially, I was flabbergasted. I had never even considered he would do something like that. I had no idea he was doing it. I ran the tape back and listened again. This time, knowing what it was, I started laughing. I laughed so hard that I had to pull into the next rest stop to clear my eyes. This was one CD that I would definitely want to hide from my boys. If they ever found it, there would be no peace at home. As I pulled back onto the highway, I looked at the CD player and knew there was more. It didn't take much imagination to guess what it might be. He had taped the whole session where he introduced me to the joys of anal sex. Shaking my head and laughing, I pushed the play button and relived that fantastic evening in my mind as I listened to myself become his whimpering, but lusty, puppy. * * * * As we entered the restaurant, many memories came back. Dad always brought us here on special occasions, and if there was no special occasion, Dad was good at making up one. The name, The Tree House, came from a giant live oak that grew in the middle of the dining room, extending through the ceiling. The tree's boughs spread far enough to form a canopy over the building. The menu had a picture of the tree with Spanish moss hanging from its limbs, sheltering those inside from the bright sun and heat back in the pre-airconditioning days. Those were the days my sons referred to as the Dark Ages. "Hey, Dad, what're we getting'?" Mike sounded like a little kid he was so excited. He was having a problem looking at everything around him and the menu. The two boys had been hyper from the time I stepped in the door at Mother's. They had only been away from me for a week, but I did miss them and felt almost as giddy as them. "Depends." "On what?" "How about, what you order?" And Mike got this dumbfounded look on his face. I think the kids call it 'duh!'. Mother sat across from me fighting to suppress her laughter. Like most parents, when the boys were small, we ordered for them. When the boys were old enough to read the menu and understand what was offered, I preferred to let them order for themselves. They needed to learn how to order, how to ask questions about the food, and not let their eyes get bigger than their stomachs. The last item took a little longer to work out then the other points. If they did order too much, we simply took it home and had another meal. Why Michael seemed to be regressing on me, I wasn't sure; but, that was part of what made him Michael. "Hey, Dad! Did you know that if we lived down here that I'm old enough to get a driver's license?" Michael looked at me expectantly. "How'd the interview go?" Now I knew why Michael was so giddy. He figured if the interview went well, then we were moving here and he could have a license. It didn't take a genius to figure out what the next thing he'd be hinting for would be. "Uh-uh. No way, bro. They'd put Dad in jail for turning loose a menace on society. No body'd be safe, then." Frank didn't waste any time in pushing Mike's buttons. The look I gave Frank conveyed the message. Mother still fought to hide her amusement. I silently laughed because I knew Frank was right. "Don't worry about me at the moment. What have you two been doing?" "Helping Grandma," came Mike's immediate response; a little too immediate. "We have, Dad," Frank added calmly. "We got the decorations up on the house. Wait till you see it when we get back. Grandma said she hasn't had that many decorations up in years." "Yeah, Dad, you should see all the cool decorations Grandma has. Some are real antiques, too." Mike was still excited. There was no way I was going to tell him Mother had purchased those antique decorations new. "Hey, Dad, we goin' down to St. Augustine one night? Grandma says they have some kinda Nights of Lights celebration where the whole city is all lit up. Plus, there's a carriage ride tour where you get ta see all kinds of neat old stuff." "Yeah, Mikey wants ta tour the cemetery." For that one I reached under the table and pinched Frank's leg between the knuckles on my first and second fingers. Try it sometime; Mother used it on me when I was growing up. It hurts! "You two didn't try to eat your grandmother out of house and home, did you?" "Yes, sir, but we didn't make it. Grandma's still bakin'; didn't you smell what it's like comin' in?" >From as far back as I could remember growing up, after Thanksgiving our house always smelled of something baking or cooking. Mother's family was accustomed to getting vegetables from the family farm; they didn't like anything frozen or canned. The farm was gone now, and with Dad gone, plus my sister and I living out of town, I didn't think she cooked like that anymore. I found out that she hadn't in several years, and enjoyed doing it only when she had someone around to appreciate it. My boys knew how to appreciate good cooking. The combination told me there was no way they had gone hungry, even for a moment. Mother didn't say a whole lot to me during dinner. She made a comment here and there, but for the most part, she let the boys work through their excitement of being with me. I was equally as excited to be with them. There was no doubt in my mind that this was going to be the best Christmas and holiday season we had enjoyed since losing Kathy. I felt good. At some point I had come to the realization that it was time for the boys and me to move on. It almost felt like the boys were having a contest to see who could tell me the most exciting thing that happened during the past week. They were definitely thrilled that Mother had put them in my bedroom. When I asked them which floor they were sleeping on, since I planned on sleeping in my bed, they were shocked. I was surprised to learn that Mother made one major change to my old room; she replaced the bed. The old bed was in pretty rough condition, but should have been good enough for us to sleep on for a few nights. Mother decided a new mattress was in order and, when she looked at the double beds, she decided they had shrunk. She put a queen size bed in my room. The new bed necessitated new sheets and quilts. I didn't understand why she did it, but Mother always did what she wanted and we accepted it; Dad taught us that a long time ago. When we returned home, I realized that I was tired. The extended weekend with David had been both active and exhausting, but it was a pleasant kind of exhaustion. It was a shame that I wouldn't share it with the boys, but I was entitled to my private moments and memories. We finished bringing the luggage in from the suburban and I managed to hide the vibrating toy. That's all I needed was for Mother to find that memento. The boys showed me some of Mother's antique decorations. I recognized most of them from my childhood; they were fond memories. The boys thought Mother's house was 'wild'. When we arrived home, the timers had already turned the lights on and I had to admit that it was quite a sight. Mother claimed that the boys did it all, but I knew that some very subtle coaching from her had been in the mix. Nevertheless, the boys were proud of the way the house looked. Inside the house, not one room had been overlooked; not even a bathroom. The tree was one of the biggest I could ever remember seeing in the house. Mother again said the boys picked it out; that explained the size. "Okay, guys, it's getting a little late, don't you think you should be headed for bed?" "I guess," Frank simply replied. Actually, the two of them were normally in their room long before now. But, this was a different experience. "You comin' soon?" "I'll give the two of you a chance to get ready and get in bed, then I'll be along." I could see a certain look of disappointment in both of their eyes. As the boys walked off, mother waited until they were out of hearing range to say something. "Richard, those boys have been ready to burst all day long waiting for you to get here. All they want is a little time with you. They're good boys; you've done a great job with them. I'll caution you now that they have measured that bed from every angle possible and decided there's plenty of room for the three of you, and that's what they're counting on. Go be with your boys and we'll talk in the morning. Besides, I think I need to get some rest myself." When I entered my room the boys weren't to be seen. I knew both of them were in the bathroom, so I undressed. When I turned around, my two boys, wet and naked, stood before my grinning like Cheshire cats. They each grabbed an arm and pulled me into the shower with them. "What do you two think you're doing?" "What?" Mike asked in mock surprise. "We've been in the shower together lots a times." "Not at your Grandmother's." I looked at both of them; I might as well have been talking to a wall. Wrapping an arm around each boy, I pulled them into me. "C'mere you two; I've missed you." "We missed you, too." I could have stood there all night with my boys hugging me. Then I asked the dumb question. "You two did behave, right?" "What do ya mean by 'behave'?" There was that mischievous tone again. 'We didn't do anything here that we wouldn't do at home." Oh my God, now I know I don't want to know. Too late. "Dad, you know what we do sometimes. We waited till we knew Grandma was in bed and probably asleep. Besides, her room's on the other end of the house. Did you know that Grandma knew that you liked to sleep nude. She said you've done it since you were about twelve." That was a shocker! How'd she know? "She said she walked into your room one night to make sure you were alright and you'd kicked the covers off and didn't have a stitch on. You should have seen her laughing when she told us. She also said she never walked into your room again without knocking. Me and Frank figured she was telling us something, like she wouldn't walk in on us?" "We did fool around some, Dad," Frank admitted, "after all, we are teenagers. We're supposed ta be horny most of the time. I tried ta give you a message on the phone one time, remember?" Oh yeah, I remembered. "I got the message." While we stood in the shower, the boys had pulled out the soap, while we talked, and decided it was alright to bathe me. Actually, it did feel good and was a change since I was usually the one bathing them. They had evidently decided each would take a side and they could share the middle. It was interesting how they rubbed over my chest but gave extra special attention to my nipples. I ignored them but I could feel their bodies jerk, laughing. One hand rubbed the front, while the other gently rubbed the back. They seemed to enjoy lingering around my butt and just above my package. I knew what they were doing and they thought it was funny. I stood there, closed my eyes, and worked to keep a straight face. Suddenly, I felt a finger, then a second finger, traveling down my butt crack. At the same time, one had gripped my penis and another cupped my scrotum. "Dad, you know that me and Mike have blown each other; more than once. We want to do you." Oh God! I didn't want to deal with this now. David had said I needed to be honest with the boys and not teach them to be ashamed to do or ask anything. Some things are a little easier to accept verbally than to put into action. The part that got me was that I was getting a massive erection; a fact not lost on the boys. "Well, as an alternative right now, we could follow that rule you told us about." They paused while I tried to think. "You know, the one you said there was no limit on how long you wash any particular part of your body?" Without waiting for me to say anything, one hand started stroking me, another massaged my sac, and I definitely felt some fingers playing with my nipples and butt. I stood there and kept repeating to myself "practice what you preach . . .practice what you preach." The next thing I knew, my knees got weak and I shot a load all over the shower door. I stood there breathing hard, holding onto my boys. I didn't say anything. I couldn't say anything without being a complete hypocrite. I hugged the boys to me and let my hands slip down their backs, stopping at their butts to squeeze just a little. They giggled. I brought my hands around and gripped each boys pride and joy. I only had to move my hands a couple of times for them to get the message. They held on to me and pumped into my fists until they found relief. We dried off and it was definitely time for bed. Naturally, I wound up in the middle. I lay on my back. Mike claimed my right shoulder and side, Frank my left. They lay about half way on top of me. They just wanted to be close and be loved, and I wanted to love them. I also had a surprise for them. "SMACK! . . .SMACK! " "Ow . . .Oowwee," they exclaimed, almost simultaneously. "What'd you smack us for? That stings!" "For whatever it is you two got into that you shouldn't have, but I know you did, that I haven't found out about . . .yet." "Ooohhh," they answered and I both heard and felt them giggle again. They knew I loved 'em. End Ch Thirteen To Be Continued Comments Welcome: contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com