Date: Fri, 1 May 2009 15:44:07 -0700 (PDT) From: adm2780 Subject: Second Time Around Chapter Thirty-Seven 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. Chapter Thirty-Seven: Second Time Around Letting Michael join what I jokingly referred to as the body beautiful group seemed to open a whole new set of doors for Michael. As quickly as things began to happen, there was no doubt in my mind that they had sat down and carefully planned everything out. Each day, when the other boys were off to their team practices, Michael was with his team pushing weights. I didn't know what Billy had the boys doing besides pumping iron, but whatever it was, Michael had no trouble going to bed on time and falling into a sound sleep. His only complaint was that his body wouldn't stop aching. Poor boy. "Boys, before you make any big plans for this weekend, know that Pat's Nursery will be delivering the rest of the landscape materials this Friday morning." "What does that hafta do with us?" Michael asked. "I thought you said they were gonna put the plants in." The others boys snickered, having guessed what was coming. "They will be delivering the planting materials and installing those plants that require a fork lift to move. The remaining plants will be set in their approximate locations so that you boys can feel that you helped contribute to a backyard worthy of being called an oasis." "What about school and practice?" Michael continued. The other boys snickered more, having figured out that I knew their schedules. "Michael, Friday is a planning day, no school. Also, no practices or scheduled events." "Really?" Michael responded. His tone told me he probably hadn't thought that far ahead to realize they had a day off. Knowing Michael, he was probably thinking about his next session with Billy and Billy's two nephews. Like I have said many times before, a genius IQ with zero common sense. "Well, with the nursery people and all of us helping, it shouldn't take long to get the plants in place. Then we have the rest of the day to fool around," Frank commented. "Did I mention that David will be here Thursday night to lend a hand? Plus, your grandmother will be here around noon to handle your lunch and supervise installing the smaller plants and mulch." "Mulch!?" Frank's tone changed a little. "You didn't say anything about mulch; that stuff can itch. Can't we let the nursery guys put that in?" "No, we are not going to let the nursery guys mulch the beds. The smaller plants have to be put in first and I'm not paying them to stand around waiting when I have four strong boys here that can handle the job." "Four," Sean laughed, "that means Eric's gonna be here helpin' too. Does he know yet?" "I don't know," I answered, "ya'll can tell him today." For some reason, the idea of popping this little surprise on Eric seemed to make all three of them happy. "By the way, when you tell him about the plants, you might want to mention that there's three more pallets of sod coming in at the same time. Want to guess who gets the honor of laying it? Once all that is done, the new tables, benches and chairs have to be assembled and set up for the cookout on Saturday. You guys will need to make sure you have some suitable work shorts and old tennis shoes, too." Three boys instantly changed from laughter to groaning. I smiled. * * * * "Rick? Billy Raulerson." This was a surprise call. "Craig told me I needed to call and have a little talk with you." "Sounds almost ominous, Billy," I answered. "Did he say why we needed to talk? Is there a problem with Mike?" Billy laughed before he answered. "I see your boys keep you as up to date on what they are doing as my nephews do me. Nice to know I'm not sitting alone in the dark. No, there's no problem with Mike except he gets a little over enthusiastic once in a while; typical teenager." Billy continued to laugh. "No, Craig and Brian called me and said something about you having a landscaping party Friday and Mike must have asked them to come over. Somewhere along the way a pool and hot tub worked into the conversation and Mike told the boys that you let them skinny dip but you don't let their friends skinny dip unless a parent calls and tells you it's okay." "Well, to be honest, Billy, I can't remember the last time the boys wore suits unless their grandmother was at the house. They prefer going natural and getting the all over tan. I know some of their friends think it's great that I'm so liberal with the boys, but I also know that not all parents would approve." "Rick, have you ever seen a body building contest? If you had you'd realize none of those guys have a tan line." "I thought they used makeup or some kind of oil to look like that." "Some do, but most don't. Craig and Brian have been allowed to skinny dip, and actually have run free, pretty much most of their lives. They've had talks with your boys and the boys have already told each other they like to get naked as soon as they hit the front door. In fact, I hear Michael likes to start stripping as soon as he gets off the bus." Billy was getting a good laugh out of this conversation. "Interesting what kids will tell one another, isn't it?" I responded. "Oh yeah, and I'm sure they tell one another a lot of things we don't even want to think about. Craig and Brian have a contest coming up in a couple of weeks. Why don't you and Mike join us and you can see what the boys are trying to accomplish. You can also see that most of the boys don't use makeup or oil on their bodies and don't have any tan lines either." "Where's the contest held?" "It's in Orlando. This is a small contest and should only take a day, day and a half at the most. I entered the boys for them to get experience. I asked Mike and he said he'd have to ask you. My guess is he hasn't said anything, yet." "Good guess. It sounds as though it could be interesting. The other boys could stay with Mother if they have games. I'll talk to him about it." "Good. Hope you can make it. Oh, there's one other thing I guess I should let you know about, Rick. Craig and Brian are normal teens, full of hormones, if you know what I mean. I know they fool around and do what comes naturally, but I try to give them some privacy and not say anything. If the boys decide to try something, you know like form a circle and 'talk', so to speak, I consider that normal. Just do me a favor and try to keep an eye on them and make sure they don't hurt themselves and I'd appreciate it." When I hung up the phone I had to laugh at what had to be one of the most unusual phone calls I had ever received at work. Without really mincing any words, Billy had told me it was alright for his nephews to run free, skinny dip, sun bathe au natural, and have sex. I wondered how much he really knew about what the boys did, but I had a feeling it was a lot more than he was telling. I wasn't going to ask for any more detail. * * * * "You know, for an old guy, you have pretty good endurance." "Careful, young fella. You're still not too old for me to turn you over my knee and heat up your seating area." "Yeah, and you'd probably do it, too." David's hand reached back; he ran his fingers through my hair. We had just finished round two of what had become a ritual for us whenever we managed to get together. He arrived just before I got home from work. He had just enough time to get naked with the boys and fix himself a glass of wine when I walked in. Michael was excitedly telling David about the upcoming contest and that he and I would be going to see it. When they heard the door open, David immediately got up to greet me. I expected him to come, but seeing him made my day. He was young, twenty-two this weekend, but I wasn't supposed to know that. He wasn't a boy; he was a finely developed, beautiful specimen of young manhood. He approached me, and we didn't hesitate to lock our lips in a passionate kiss. As we kissed I ran my hands up and down his smooth, firm back. They came to rest on his bubble cheeks that I always admired. "Give us a break!" Frank called out. "You two need ta get a room." All the boys started laughing. "Shut up or I'll move all of you into the garage and lock it," I answered, causing the boys to laugh even harder. David broke the kiss and turned to the boys. "Actually, we do plan on getting a room. A very private room without teenyboppers to annoy us." "Oooooooooooooo," the boys said in unison. I tried to give them my 'that's enough' look, which was usually stern enough to make them become suddenly quiet. It didn't work, they just laughed harder. My normal routine was to come home, get a glass of wine, and then head to my room to shed the work clothes. It wasn't unusual for me to take a quick, hot shower before heading to the kitchen. This time, David followed me into my room but took a detour into the shower. By the time I walked into the bathroom, the shower was steaming; so was David. He stood in the shower with washcloth in hand. I stepped in and we engaged in another passionate kiss. His touch alone was enough for my body to betray my desire. While we kissed he washed my back and any other areas he could reach without breaking the kiss. When he did break the kiss, his lips moved to my nipples and that wasn't the washcloth I felt going up and down my shaft. After washing my shaft, he chose to help it relax again using the warmth of his mouth and tightness of his throat. Standing on tiptoes and leaning against the wall, I rested my fingertips on his shoulders to keep my balance. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on the incredible feelings this young man could give me. His fingernails trailed up and down the back of one thigh while his other hand massaged my balls. I felt a finger trail behind my sac, searching for the entrance to hidden pleasures. When he penetrated me, it was too much, and I exploded into him. Gasping for air, I felt him raise up and envelope me in his arms. It took a couple of minutes for my breathing to slow down. I leaned into him and bit his neck and suckled; he was branded. He tasted so fresh and exciting. His scent was intoxicating. Wrapping my hand around his stiff member, I whispered into his ear. "I need to taste you. Now." * * * * While we prepared dinner, David kept up with his teasing. Every time he walked past me, which was a lot more often than really necessary, he either stopped a moment to rub his butt against mine, or, if he was facing me, he'd stop long enough to run the head of his cock up and down my crack or, if we were facing each other, to give me a light kiss while he fondled my equipment. Each time, when he passed me, I turned around and popped him on the butt. All of this was much to the delight of the boys. During dinner, David became even more impish. We sat across the table from one another. While we ate, he decided to play footsies with my private parts, and showed very little discretion at trying to conceal what he was doing. Each time I gave him a 'shooting darts from the eyes' look, he just smiled and played more games. The boys were well aware of what he was doing and they did little to conceal their amusement. I wasn't sure who was acting the silliest at the end of dinner, David or the boys. When it was time for the boys to clear the table and load the dishwasher, I wasn't surprised to see all four of them sporting full erections. None of them was the least bit embarrassed. The sight did nothing but set David and myself to laughing. The boys ran between the kitchen and the table, clearing and putting things away in record time. When they were finished, the boys headed towards their rooms. "Hey, aren't you guys going to stick around and visit with David?" I asked, knowing it was probably a dumb question. "No way!" Frank retorted. "After the show you two put on, we figured you needed some privacy." "Yeah, and besides," Michael added, "we got our own problems, thanks to ya'll. Don't worry 'bout us, we'll get our own thing goin', real fast." Four boys ran off giggling worse than little girls. "Well, that took care of them for the evening," David commented, looking very pleased with himself. "Any ideas how we should spend our time?" he asked as he put his foot back in my groin. When I grabbed his foot, David disappeared under the table. He reappeared between my legs and crawled up, straddling my lap. "You are really trying to put on a show for the boys, aren't you?" "Hah! You've got to be kidding!" He replied. "What makes you think those boys are even giving us a second thought right now? They aren't any more thinking of us than I am them. My thoughts are focused strictly on us and some of the very lewd things I thought we might try." As soon as he shut his mouth, we were in a lip lock with him humping his raging hardon into my stomach and my own raging hardon. He was acting ravenous, as though he couldn't bury his tongue in my mouth deep enough. I didn't do anything to discourage him either. After a few minutes, I placed a hand under each buttock and we stood. He locked his legs around my waist as I carried him over to the sofa. Setting him on the back of the sofa, I pushed him down so his shoulders lay on the lower cushions. "Now you are in for it, young man. Time for me to cool you down." "Promises, promises." I looked down at David and, for the umpteenth time, couldn't help but wonder why such a beautiful young man would want to pick me, someone so much older than he, as his lover. Actually, to say we were just lovers is demeaning. Over a very short period of time we had learned to understand the other. We could look at one another and almost guess what the other was thinking or how he was feeling. We had a very special type of relationship. The kind most people can only hope for. The kind I was very thankful for. Tonight, the mature twenty-one, going on thirty, David was not with me. Tonight, he was almost twenty-two going on fifteen. He was hot, horny, full of mischief. The look in his eyes said 'do with me as you wish; just love me and possess me'. He was full of life and made me feel like the luckiest man on this earth; I was. We started with his butt on the back of the sofa and him lying backwards. I reached down and nibbled at his nipples as he drew a sharp breath between clenched teeth. When I tried to straighten up, he wrapped his arms around me and held on tightly. His kiss was ravenous. It was like he was a sex addict who couldn't give enough. I was willing to give all I had and then some, if possible. We became worse than two horny teens lost in a world of lust. We groped, kissed, nibbled and pawed each other; not caring where we were or how much noise we made. We rolled onto the sofa and then onto the floor. We couldn't be still for more than thirty seconds, each needing more of the other. I don't know when I carried him to the bedroom and I don't know how long we rolled around on the bed. I do know that each of us was having orgasms that spewed our juices over one another; juices we used like a body rub or licked as a treat. Near the end, I lay on top of him, he lay on his stomach. He pushed back against me, wanting penetration. I held back, teasing him until I needed to feel his strong muscles holding my manhood. Sliding in gently, I enjoyed feeling his warmth and tightness spread through my whole being. Rolling to my side, I stretched him as far and tight as I could. He groaned, a groan of satisfaction and desire. My hands roamed over his solid body, unable to feel and touch him enough. I plunged into him in long, slow strokes and plowed him as hard as I could. The whole time he begged for more. It was ecstasy. I never wanted it to end, but end it must. "You know, for an old guy, you have pretty good endurance." * * * * Friday morning found me alert, but not necessarily anxious to get out of bed. David and I were no longer coupled, but he remained spooned in my front. When I started to move, he gripped my forearm and held on. "You realize that if you move and disturb my rest, that I may as well get up, too. Right?" "Sorry, Sleeping Beauty, but some of us have to work. Besides, the nursery people should be here soon and the boys need to be rousted and fed." A statement I emphasized with a good pop to his butt. "Hey! That's considered a rude way to wake someone." "Poor baby," was my only response as I rose to the smell of fresh coffee brewing and staggered into the bathroom. Half way through my shaving ritual, David appeared with a hot cup of coffee for each of us. He hadn't bothered to dress, which was no surprise. Setting the cups of coffee on the vanity, he quickly brushed his teeth and then turned around to start the shower. My preference was always to shave before I showered, but I knew some people preferred the opposite. When I finished shaving and stepped toward the shower, I saw David shaving while showering. I stopped and stared for a minute when I realized that this was actually the first time I had even seen him shave. When he finished shaving his face, he reached down and began to shave around his balls. Again, something I had never observed him doing. Interesting. As I stepped into the shower he just looked up at me and smiled with one of those looks that asked why it took me so long. Waiting to see what he planned on doing, I was a little surprised when he dropped to one knee and put my very flaccid manhood in his mouth. "Heh! We don't have time for any funny stuff right now. Didn't you get enough last night?" I asked, trying to pull my groin away from his fist. "That was last night. This is this morning. While I'd like to play some more, right now we need to get ready for the nursery people you said." "Then why are you sucking on me?" "Just to get you a little hard. It's easier to keep the pleasure toy out of the way when it's inflated some. There's less chance of cutting you while I shave your balls." "What makes you think I want my balls shaved?" "You may not, but I do. After all, I'm the one who usually has his mouth down there, not you. It's not much fun using pubes as dental floss, ya know." It had been along time since I kept my sac shaved. I remembered doing it in high school to keep the pubes from getting trapped by the jock strap. When I dressed, I felt the real reason that I shaved my sac. The boys shaved themselves, thinking it was sexy but claiming it was for health reasons. Bull! If it felt half as good to them as it felt to me, I know why they shaved themselves. When I opened the door to the boys' room, I wasn't surprised to find four naked boys sprawled out all over the bed. Their positions and the smell in the room told me what they had been doing during the night. I had to laugh when I looked and saw all four boys had raging morning wood. If I had had the time, I would have stayed around to see how they aligned themselves around the bowl for relief. Morning wood was always a problem for any boy. Four shirtless boys wearing cutoff jeans that had to be at least one or two sizes too small for each of them, and ragged sneakers, managed to stagger their way to the breakfast bar. Looking at the boys, I was willing to bet that not one of them was wearing any underwear. David was dressed the same except he did have a t-shirt on. "Guys, why are you still looking like you're half asleep? You went to bed plenty early enough last night." Frank and Sean looked at one another while Eric and Mike seemed to stare into space. "Dad, do you have any idea how much noise ya'll made last night? I bet the neighbors could hear everything." "Baloney, this house doesn't have paper-thin walls. The neighbors wouldn't hear a thing." "Your neighbors inside the house sure did," Frank commented, causing the others to break into snickers. "Okay, smartass. I doubt seriously the four of you were exactly innocent last night." "No; just jealous," Sean commented sheepishly, smiling. "Alright, I can see now that the best thing for me to do is go to work. David, my apologies for leaving you in this position, but the boys are all yours. Do with them as you wish." "Oooooooo, how 'bout how we wish?" Mike asked with a smirk. I ignored him and gathered my things to leave. "Hey, Dad!" Mike again. "Craig and Brian might come over ta help; okay?" . "There's no might to it. Billy and I already talked. Just remember to keep your clothes on. The nursery people will be here soon and your grandmother will be here around lunch time. I'm sure I won't hear anything embarrassing from her. Right?" "Yes, sir!" rang out in unison, including David. Why I bothered to go to work became a mystery, after the sixth call from one of the boys asking me questions. There was no way I could answer them, unless I was back home and able to see what was really happening. Finally, I told the boys to have David call me. He wasn't aware that the boys had been calling that much; he had been busy working. I let him know to use his best judgment. If no one could decide where something should go, set it aside until I got home. Most importantly, forbid the boys to call me unless one of them was about to bleed to death. All calls ceased and it became eerily quiet, almost discomfortingly quiet. I didn't know what was more annoying, the calls or the quiet. Finally, I gave up and called the house. "Hello, Richard. Are you having a good day?" "Mother? How did you know . . . I understand, the caller ID." "That is why you had the feature added. Right?" "Okay, I admit that I spoke before I thought. Why are the boys laughing so hard? Sounds like they're having a real party." "Well, for one, they are enjoying their lunch. For another, they told me about this morning's calls and that you forbid them to call again unless one of them was dieing. I told them how that would turn around on you and you proved me right. You had to call and see what was going on and make sure everything was okay. You are a natural worrier." The boys continued to laugh harder as Mother talked. There was no room for me to say anything. "Okay, so I'll admit that I'd rather be there than here and the boys are getting a good laugh on me. I'll assume that you have a couple of extra boys there and everything is going okay?" "Craig and Brian are here and everyone is doing well. Richard, you know these boys, they are Patti Bell's twins. Have you forgotten that Patti Bell used to be Patti Raulerson?" "Actually, I never made the connection. Come to think of it, though, her boys were just a few months younger than Mike. Billy said they were his nephews, but I just didn't make the connection." "Well, David is handling the boys nicely and I think when you get home you will find things to be, shall we say, quite amusing. As soon as the boys finish their lunch we'll finish with the planting and I'll be headed home." "You won't be there when I get in?" "Only if you plan on being home within the next two or three hours. Once I have everything lined up and well along, I'll leave everything in David's hands and then enjoy it at the gathering." "Okay, I won't ask any more. I know you're not going to tell me what's going on and that also means it's nothing serious. Thanks for the help and, I guess, we'll see you tomorrow." The suspense was a little more than I wanted to bear all afternoon. Finally, at a little past three, I decided to head for home. I pulled up to the garage, but left the car sitting outside. The only car there, besides mine, was David's, which meant Mother had gone home. When I walked into the house, David was inside, watching all the boys outside. He heard me come in and turned, placing his finger over his lips as a signal for me to be quiet. Setting my coat on the back of a chair, I walked up behind David and wrapped my arms around his naked body. "Hey, watch out," he whispered "I've been working outside and I'm dirty." "That's okay, you still feel good even if you do stink a little." That got me a light elbow in the ribs. "Watch the boys, particularly Mike and Eric." I glanced at Mike, Sean, Frank and Eric, but took a hard look at two boys I couldn't remember having seen before. All of them were naked, which made me laugh to myself. I wondered how many seconds Mother had been gone before that happened. The two new boys were definitely twins and definitely worked out with weights. Both boys were well built, beautifully tanned with no noticeable tan lines, and definitely chic magnets. Mother said they were Patti Bell's boys. I remembered Patti married a man who looked as though he was Greek or, at least, came from one of the Mediterranean countries. Their tans had an olive tone. Their hair was very dark, with one boy having fairly short, wavy hair, while the other had short curly, almost kinky, hair. When they turned so I could get a good look at their faces, both boys had crystal blue eyes and teeth that should be in commercials. I was willing to bet the fathers of most teen girls would pay for someone to keep these boys locked up! "Watch Eric," David whispered over his shoulder. After a moment he added, "Think we need to get him a bib for all the drooling he's doing over the twins?" Eric was stumbling all over himself watching the twins. He was also moving around with a less than flaccid boy part. Eric was definitely caught up in some hero worship. Mike was caught up in some conversation with the twins. They appeared to be doing more than a little flexing for one another, showing off their muscles. When the twins stepped from behind a plant, it was obvious that nature had blessed them with a little more than the average appendage. They weren't as well developed as Mike or Frank, but they were nicely hung. It was also apparent the boys did some esthetic shaving of their pubes to the point that they hardly had any. One of the twins appeared to be subconsciously stroking himself which caused David and me to break out laughing. When we did, the boys saw us and came running inside; all except the one boy who decided to dive into the pool and lose his embarrassment. Michael came inside with his muscles flexed so tight it was a wonder they didn't hurt. Next to him was one of the twins flexing his pecs, making them alternately bounce. I knew exactly which wise-ass son had put him up to that. Frank, the wise-ass, followed them smiling like a Cheshire cat, followed by Sean while Eric came in last. That boy was definitely going to need a drool towel. "Hey, Dad," Mike greeted me with a big smile. "This is Brian." "Hey, Brian, nice to meet you. I'll assume the one standing in the doorway, dripping all over my floor is Craig?" "Oops. Sorry, sir," Craig called out. "That's alright, Craig, I'm used to it with these four." I turned to the other boys. "Would someone like to get Craig a towel, please?" Craig barely brushed, as with most boys, the towel over his body and then walked inside. "I know this is a silly question and you've heard more times than you can count, but how do people tell you two apart?" I knew it was a silly question and the boys proved it when all of them broke into silly giggling fits. When they calmed down, Brian was kind enough to give me an answer, sort of. "Actually, sir, a lot of people can't tell us apart when we decide to do our hair the same. Sometimes, we play tricks on people by telling them we're the other." "There is a way to tell 'em apart though, Dad," Frank interjected. Frank's tone, alone, told me he was looking forward to this. "Look at their dicks; Brian has a beauty mark on the top of his shaft." This brought hilarious laughter from the boys and a stern look from me. It was not my intent to examine their boy parts. David sat on the side enjoying the show. "It's really true, sir. Our dad had it done to me when we were babies so he could tell us apart." Brian proceeded to slide his hand under the shaft and present his beauty mark to me. "Guys, do me a favor and go back to doing whatever it was you were doing before I interrupted you. I'll assume Craig and Brian are staying for supper?" "Yeah, Dad; they're stayin' the night too, okay?" I just waved my hand at them and headed for my bedroom, wondering what the night would bring. David followed me with a glass of wine. "Rick, you should have been here this afternoon. Eric has been drooling over the twins all afternoon. Right after your mother left and the boys stripped down, I thought Eric would lose his teeth if he had dentures, when he saw those two boys naked. He seems to be really impressed with their tans, muscles, and particularly how they shave themselves." "Well, Eric is still a little young and learning. Since his father was such a jerk, he's just now getting to observe other boys and learning that regardless of what the constitution says, in some respects, not all men, or boys, are created equal. Now, how was your day?" The question was more to redirect the conversation. As I asked, I tossed my shirt into the hamper and then wrapped an arm around David for a warm kiss. He didn't disappoint me and, not surprisingly, physical parts began to betray marvelous thoughts. "I know someone who could use a nice hot shower and clean off a coating of dirt and sweat before dinner," I commented. "Is there an offer in that observation?" "Absolutely," I answered. We didn't have a lot of time; there were six teenagers that would be clamoring for food before long. There was enough time, though, for me to run my hands over his firm, smooth pecs and back around to those beautiful bubble cheeks. I always enjoyed the silky feel of youthful skin and when it was backed by muscle, firm enough to give just a little definition, I couldn't help but have to take a little taste. My problem was that a little taste usually led to a need for more and to having a very firm muscle massaging my tonsils. This was no exception. As David and I walked back into the family room and toward the kitchen, Michael came in with the twins. "Hey, Dad. We're gonna get cleaned up and we got somethin' to show ya." "Okay, but remember to have consideration for the other boys. They'll probably want to get cleaned up before dinner, also." David had already anticipated the twins would at least be with us for dinner and pulled out extra steaks and had them marinating. While he worked on the steaks, I pulled out ingredients for a salad and corn on the cob. I always enjoyed corn on the cob cooked on a grill. We worked away, listening to the boys play and laugh out by the pool. I made it a point to walk outside and admire their work. They had been at it most of the day and did an excellent job. Standing on the patio, I was admiring the gardens while David adjusted the grill; Mike stepped outside. "Hey, dad, what d'ya think. Pretty cool, huh?" Mike and the twins came out wearing white thongs. I looked and Mike and he took that as a cue to pose for me. He hit a couple of poses, flexed his muscles, and turned around to show me his butt. Standing with feet about fifteen inches apart, fist on hips, he began to flex his glutes. The twins stepped to either side of Mike and shadowed his movements. When he turned around, I noticed the material wasn't quite enough to cover the very base of Little Mikey and left little to the imagination. Looking at the twins, I understood why they had taken on the task of conquering pubes. It was obvious that Mike was shaved clean. The other boys stood behind the posing trio and tried to stifle their laughs. David stepped in front of me with this huge smile and handed me a much needed second glass of wine. End Ch Thirty-Seven To Be Continued Comments welcome: contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com