Date: Mon, 4 Jan 2010 16:43:17 -0800 (PST)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Second Time Around Ch 48

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Chapter Forty-eight: Second Time Around


"Do you realize that every morning we go for a walk, and every morning that
we walk we follow the same route?" David asked.

"I thought it was a nice walk.  There someplace special you want to walk?
Let's go," Rick responded.

"No, no place special.  However, I thought you might like to see a little
bit more of the town."

"Tell you what," Rick answered, "On the way back we'll walk up two streets
instead of one and then turn towards the Inn."

"Wow," David responded, sarcastically.  "Talk about spontaneous and
unpredictable.  Not sure I can handle it."

We strolled the streets, each quietly observing the people, places and
activities around us.  Occasionally, one of us would nudge the other and
point out something interesting.  David was being unusually quiet.  As we
walked, he kept getting this little smile, more like a smirk, on his face.
I really wanted to ask him what thoughts were running through his head, but
determined to be patient.  We were about a block from the Inn when he
finally said something.

"You know, we could do something a little different this afternoon.  We
could rent a small sail boat, maybe a cat.  We could spend the afternoon
alone, on the water, splayed out in all our natural beauty enjoying the
salty breeze as it caresses our bodies."

I looked at him and grinned.

"How long do you think it would take the afternoon sun to turn us into a
lobster bake?"

"Depends," he answered with that mischievous grin of his.  "How long do you
think it'll take you to thoroughly coat me in sun screen?  Then add to that
time how long you think you could lay on top of me, making me squirm and
beg."

"What a nice thought," I told him.  "Know where to call for the boat?"

"No, but I imagine Raymond does.  He'll offer to let us use his cabin
cruiser, but I think I'd rather have the sail boat.  I can barely remember
the last time I went sailing, stark naked, with the sun caressing my skin
and the ocean breeze cooling off every portion of my body."

"Somehow, I doubt the ocean breeze cooled off every portion of that nice
young body, but I bet I could lend a hand removing some of that heat," I
teased as we turned to head into the Inn.

Walking through the entry, I noticed a number of people standing at the
check-in desk.  When I looked closer, I realized that a number of those
people were not adults.  I turned at looked at David.

"Oops, I didn't realize that we'd be here for the family time.  I thought
that was the week after we returned home."

"What do you mean by 'family time'?" I asked, confused why there would be
family time at a gay resort where guests had no inhibitions about playing
around in front of the other guests.

"About four times each year, Raymond sets aside an eight-day window where
men can come here and bring their kids.  Of course, all the kids are boys
and most are teens.  The guests are usually divorcees spending visiting
time with their kids.  The kids are allowed the clothing optional privilege
and Ray lets guests know when those times are scheduled.  I thought it was
the week after we left; guess not."

I gave him my best 'yeah, right' look.  Who did he think he was kidding?

"I'll assume that certain activities, primarily of a sexual nature, are
curbed?" I responded.

"Well, they're supposed to be, and they are, at least by the adults.  The
kids have been known to put on a show; usually spontaneously.  Some of the
parents may have a partner with them.  I've seen some of the kids that I'd
swear were with boyfriends, too."

"You trying to tell me that they are all gay, parents and kids?  Not only
that, but they openly show their lust and passion in front of their family
and other guests?"

"Rick, why are you acting like this is something new to you?" David asked.
"These men look at and love their sons the same way you love your boys.
They aren't doing anything differently other than admitting what they do.
The kids certainly don't have to be here; they can stay with their mother.
Why so shocked?"

"Why?  Because I never thought about being quite so open with it all.  I'm
glad other parents can have the closeness that I enjoy with my boys.  It's
just that . . . well, I never thought about there being many other people
that have that kind of relationship with their kids.  Also, I never thought
about there being a place where they could enjoy that closeness.  At least,
not like this."

"If you ask Ray, he'll tell you that he began doing it because of the
relationship he has with his son.  Most people that come here can see how
close they are and many expressed a wish that maybe someday there would be
a place where they could relax and enjoy being themselves with their own
kids.  I believe Ray is booked well into next year for these special
sessions."

                                           * * * *

We picked up the boat at 2:30 and had it for four hours.  That's a fairly
rough time of day to go out, considering the heat and sun.  It's worse when
you consider the sun's rays like to bounce off the water and can bake you
like a lobster before you realize what's happening.  It wasn't a big boat,
but how big of a boat did two people need?  The boat was about twenty-one
feet with a main sail and jib.  The jib was a bright orange.  The dock
master said it helped him to keep track of his boats just in case someone
wanted to stray too far.  An additional feature of the boat, it had no
electric motors; it did have hand cranks for the sails.

We hoisted the jib and used it to clear the dock area.  Once clear of the
docks, I pointed the bow to the east and watched David crank the main sail.
With a southerly breeze, the boom was set at about forty-five degrees and
when the breeze filled the sail, the boat took on a nice ten degree list.
We were off and running.  There were a few choppy waves, and the occasional
gust of wind that threatened a stronger list.  Once clear of the land, I
used the rudder to guide us along a fine line, keeping the rail well out of
the water.

Running over the waves is a beautiful feeling.  The salt spray, mixed with
the sea air, is always invigorating to me.  More beautiful than running
over the waves was the sight of David standing on the rail, holding a rope
and leaning out over the side of the boat to counter balance the list.  He
looked almost like a Greek statue with the wind blowing through his hair,
his arms stretched out holding the rope, muscles taught defining his slim
but youthful nude body.  A light sweat coated his entire body.  I spent so
much time admiring him that I almost lost control of the boat, narrowly
avoiding capsizing us.

Turning into the wind, the boat stood still as we dropped the sheets and
tossed out the anchor.  David seemed to enjoy teasing me about almost
capsizing the boat.  He couldn't wait to be able to tell the boys so that
they could add to my misery.  Finally, I turned to him, smiled a moment,
and promptly tossed him overboard.  When he tried to climb back into the
boat, I laughed and extended my hand to help him.  As soon as he had his
footing, I pushed him back overboard, again.  On the third try I promised
that I would pull him into the boat and not push him overboard again.  He
took advantage and pulled me overboard.  Fortunately, while playing with
him I had managed to strip out of my clothes.  Two grown men skinny dipping
in the middle of the ocean - my idea of a good time.

During the run back to port, we swapped places.  We still had a southerly
wind.  He pulled the sails tight enough that he almost had the boat riding
on its side.  I leaned out as far as possible to counter balance.  Having
decided to stay nude, the sun and wind felt great.  All of a sudden though,
I was wet.  David had decided that turn-about was fair play and turned the
bow directly into the wind.  When the boat jumped up straight, I hit the
water.

He laughed.

He would pay.

                                           * * * *

We got back to the Inn just before dinner time.  I knew that before I had
dinner, I was going to have a cool shower and rinse the sticky sea air off
and find some fresh clothes.

As we entered the courtyard, Raymond was at the check-in desk.  He waved
and we waved back as we kept walking.  I noticed a group of boys around the
hot tub and pool area.  They were laughing and carrying on like you might
expect teenagers to do.  The youngest boy appeared to be about twelve or
thirteen; he barely had any fuzz around his pride and joy.  Oh yeah, every
one of them was nude.  They took the clothing optional rule seriously.

Not wanting to make the boys feel self-conscious, I focused my vision
straight ahead as we walked by the gathering.  Teens never understand what
a show they can put on for adults just by being teens.  I was curious to
see what all of them were watching.  Whatever it was, it sure had their
attention.  We hadn't taken more than three or four steps beyond the boys
when something definitely got my attention.

"That's it!"  The voice sounded a little familiar, but a lot of teenage
boys sounded about the same.  "Show 'em how Little Mikey can twirl."

Little Mikey made me think of my oldest son and a particular part of his
anatomy, but he was back home.  I stopped in my tracks and turned to look
at David.  David stood there with this shit-eatin' grin and then looked
over at the boys.  I walked over to the group and was able to look over
their shoulders and between the heads gathered around.  Who was calling
what Little Mikey?  Pushing a couple of the boys aside so I could step
through, I got a real surprise.

"Michael?"

"Oh, hey, Dad," he answered with a big grin; not missing one swing of his
hips to keep Little Mikey going.

"What are you doing here?"  Later I realized how dumb that had to sound.

"Well, he's showin' these guys what a dick he is," another familiar voice
commented and I knew my number two son was there, as well.  "Me and the
others though, we came ta surprise ya - - - - - - Surprise!"

My two naked sons approached me and gave me a tight hug.  I gave each of
them a light kiss on the forehead.  I was too happy to see them to worry
about what they were doing in Key West at the moment.  Standing behind Mike
and Frank were Sean and Eric.  I gave each of them a hug and the same light
kiss on the forehead.  When they stepped back and to the side a little,
there was Ali and Jay.  Jay had that pleading look boys can sometimes give
you.

"Would you like a hug, too?" I asked him.

Jay just looked up at me with a big grin.  He didn't get the same hug as my
older boys.  I picked Jay up, in all his natural glory, and gave him a bear
hug with plenty of sound effects.  He responded with the expected screams
of delight and giggles.  When I set him down he received the noisiest and
sloppiest kiss on the forehead I could give.  All of the boys laughed along
with Jay.

"Are ya surprised?" Michael asked with a big grin.

"No," I answered.  "I'm shocked!  Someone care to explain all this?  You're
supposed to be with your grandmother in Orlando."

I saw Frank look over at David.  I turned and looked at David.

"David and Grandma worked it out.  They thought you'd like it," Frank
explained.

"Dad," Michael interrupted, "no offense, but man, you kinda smell bad.
What you and David been doin'?"

"We just returned from a little sailing venture.  What you probably smell
is a mixture of ocean, sun block, and sweat.  We were headed to the room
for a shower when I heard someone say something about twirling Little
Mikey."

Michael quickly blushed while the other boys laughed.

"You're not mad at us for comin' down without askin', are ya?" Michael
asked, sounding a little bit like a kid who wasn't sure if he was in
trouble or not.

"No, son, I'm not upset.  I think it was very considerate of your
grandmother, and David, to arrange this surprise.  However, I think at the
moment, we still need to get upstairs and take a shower before someone else
thinks we smell."

"Wanna hear what we been doin'?" Eric asked.

"Absolutely," I responded.

We headed for the stairs; David and I together, with two boys on either
side of us.  Keith and Donnie followed a couple of steps back, but I really
didn't think anything about it.  Mike and Frank kept making comments about
how nice the Inn was.  Raymond had given the boys a room of their own,
adjoining Keith's room.  I knew that Donnie often stayed with Keith and
assumed the boys would be spending some time together.  I hoped Raymond
understood what he may be letting himself, or his son, in for.  As we
walked by the pool, that's when it started.

"NOW!" someone yelled.

Suddenly, David and I had arms wrapped around us and we were being pushed.
The move was so sudden that we didn't have time to react.  Moments later,
we were all wet as we got thrown into the pool.  When I surfaced for air I
looked around and realized all of the boys that had been standing around in
the group, were in the pool with us, including Ali and Jay, and boys I
didn't know.

"You boys do realize that you will pay, right?"

The boys were so worried that they laughed.

                                           * * * *

Four boys became very presumptuous as they followed David and me to our
small suite.  What made them think that David and I needed their company to
get a shower?  They walked in as though it was all planned and followed us
right on into the shower.  It was a large shower, but not that large.

"Guys, David and I are big boys.  We can get our own shower."  I think I
would have been better off talking to the wall.

"Yeah, but, Dad, think how much more fun it is with yours boys that you
know you have really been missing."  Frank doled out the manure, without
the boots.

Ignoring anything that was being said, Sean proceeded to the bathroom and
had turned on the shower.  He then stepped into the room and waited while
Mike had my hand and Frank had David's.  The boys led us into the shower
with Mike and Frank standing with their backs to the wall.  They had David
and me stand in front of them.  We then felt Sean and Eric standing behind
us.

"See, this is a group effort," Frank explained.  "Me and Mikey'll wash the
front and Sean and Eric'll handle your backsides."

"You guys seem to think that we've already agreed to all this," I
commented.

"Oh, you'll like it," Mike answered with a grin.

"Uh-huh," I responded, wondering if they thought we were that naïve.

About two seconds after they poured liquid soap on our chests, four teens
started trying to stifle laughter.  The only way not to hear them would
have been to stand in a saw mill.  It was about two seconds later that I
could feel something rising against my buttocks.  I looked over at David
and knew he was feeling the same thing.  We had to work at not laughing.

Michael was never known for being a patient person.  I received the fastest
chest and abdominal cleansing I had ever had.  His hand was quickly
wrapping itself around my manhood.  With his eyes closed, the look on his
face screamed 'horny!'  I didn't say anything.  I just reached up and
started pinching his nipples.  David followed my lead.  Soon, two boys were
standing on their tip toes, whimpering.  When we had them good and worked
up, we let go of their nipples and turned around to face Sean and Eric.

Sean and Eric seemed a little surprised.  I assumed it was because they
thought they were quickly losing control of the situation.  They had
already lost control, they just didn't know it.  We didn't play around with
Sean and Eric; we just reached down and got a firm grip on their throbbing
boyhoods.  The whimpering became a chorus as David and I played with the
boys.  The chorus ended when one of our smart-ass kids turned off the hot
water.  We all jumped.  David and I stared at the boys while they broke
into fits of laughter.

The boys dried us off and led us to the bed where they tried to gently push
us down on the bed; at least gently for four boys we knew were in heat.  I
lay back, David next to me.  Michael quickly straddled my body with Frank
doing the same to David.  Both boys were really on their knees, rather than
sitting on us.  Mike reached back and grabbed my still very hard member.
He smiled as he squeezed it.

"And just what do you two children think you're up to?" I asked, teasing.

"Children?"  Frank responded, feigning offense.  "This 'children' is about
to go for a ride.  Can you old guys keep up?"

Mike leaned over and I grabbed his head and pulled him down, planting a
kiss on his forehead.  When he tried to pull away, I pulled him down again
and nibbled at his ear, causing him to yell out.  Suddenly, I felt
something very oily and slick being applied to my rod.  Mike moaned and I
could feel his hips moving from side to side.  Placing his hands next to my
shoulders and looking me straight in the eyes, he pushed himself up and
back.  I felt someone holding me, guiding me to Mike's gift.

"Ohhhhh, gaaaahd, yeeessss," Mike moaned as he slid down, impaling himself.

I looked over and saw Sean oiling David's penis.  David looked at me.  I
understood, and just nodded my head slightly, giving him a little smile.  I
knew what the boys were doing.  This was their way of welcoming David and
letting him know he was truly a part of our family.  The boys had given
David 'that look' more than once.  The look that said they wanted to have
sex with him, they wanted to show him they cared and give him the most
intimate gift anyone could ever receive.

More than once I had thought about the relationship between David and the
boys.  None of them had ever said anything, but their looks from time to
time let me know they were thinking and asking themselves the questions:
Would Dad care?  Would David care?  What are the limits?  Somewhere in the
past several days, the boys had figured it out for themselves.  Admittedly,
I had some reservations.  How often does a father have to consider whether
to let someone have penetrating sex with his sons?  I had already decided
that I wasn't going to interfere; they needed to do this their way.

"Oh, gaahhhd, you feel so good," Frank said as he slid down on David and
rotated his hips, causing David to stretch his inner walls.

Frank rose slowly and held himself up on his knees, keeping David just
inside.  He looked over at me with that mischievous grin of his.  I didn't
have time to caution David.  Suddenly, Frank dropped, spearing himself.  He
gasped and we saw his body shudder.  Mike giggled at his brother.

Mike rose and repeated the same maneuver on me.  Then, Mike began to rotate
his hips, but much more violently than Frank.  Mike drew a sharp breath
through clenched teeth as he threw his head back; he didn't stop.  David
reached up and tweaked Frank's nipples; Frank whimpered.  David pinched and
twisted Frank's nipples; Frank drew another sharp breath.

I did the same to Mike.  David and I let both boys enjoy themselves,
pleasuring us at the same time. I gently took Mike's head and pulled him
down to me.  Twisting my head, I bit into his neck and sucked, branding
him.

I couldn't see what David and Frank were doing, but whatever it was, Frank
gasped and moaned louder than I had ever heard him.

The more I played with Mike's erogenous zones, the more he fell into a
world of lust, fueled by his own passions.  He rode me, varying his speed
and movements.  Sometimes he rode up and down like he was on a
merry-go-round.  Other times he sat on my groin and rotated his hips.
Sweat formed on his brow and then formed a light sheen over his body.  I
tweaked his nipples, causing him to whimper again.  Knowing he was lost in
lust, I pulled him down to me.  Without warning, I got a firm grip on him
and flipped us over.

Mike stared up at me, shocked at the sudden movement.  He was no longer on
top, in control.  He now lay under me, at my mercy.  Suddenly, he grinned.

"Hey, bro, how'd you get there?" Frank taunted his brother.

"I think I been fucked," Mike laughed.

"Nuh-uh, but it's 'bout ta happen, bro" Frank smiled.

"Hey, this it'n fair," Mike protested.

I held Mike's ankles and pressed his legs back over his head.  David stayed
on his back and looked over at me.

"I'm staying here.  Let him do the work.  I'll give you a critique on his
style later."

I just looked at David and shook my head.  Then, I looked back down at
Mike.

"I'm a parent.  I don't have to be fair," I responded.  "Besides, I don't
recall you having protested before; begged for more, maybe, but never
protested."

"Oooooooo, Big Daddy gonna pound my sweet ass," Mike commented with a grin
in his little boy voice.

Sean and Eric lay at the head of the bed.  They had moved to a sixty-nine
position.  Both boys stopped with the sudden movements and watched us.
Sean released Eric's erection from his mouth and laughed when he saw that I
had Mike's legs pinned back.  Frank reached up and grabbed Eric's boy
parts.  With the laugh, I reached up and grabbed Sean's boy parts.  We
guided the boys so that they were on their knees.

Sean pulled Mike's arms over his head and then pinned them down with his
legs.  He fed Mike his boy part and then leaned over to reciprocate.  David
guided Eric down towards Frank's throbbing member; Eric took it all in a
single swallow.  The boy had definitely been practicing.  Eric moaned, but
I couldn't see what David had done to him.

Four teen boys soon whimpered like puppies.  The reunion celebration was
well under way and lasted well into the evening.

                                           * * * *

The morning following our reunion I was a little surprised when there was a
knock on our door.  Keith and Donnie walked in with trays full of eggs and
fruit.  Ali followed with coffee.  Jay came last with toast.  All four boys
displayed their natural beauty.  Jay sat right next to me, leaning into my
side.  His eyes said "we know what you did" and all I could do was give him
a hug.

Our remaining few days in Key West were dominated by the boys.  I'm not
sure who enjoyed them more, David or me.  There was another diving
excursion to the wreck.  We all got to see Jay dive at the pier.  Mike and
Frank laughed like crazy at the naked butts popping out of the water.  I
never saw Jay wiggle his butt at someone again.

All of the boys, including Keith, Donnie, Ali and Jay, followed David and I
around on our morning walks.  Once they realized that we always stopped at
a sidewalk café for lunch, there was no way we were ever going to lose
them.

One evening we walked the boys around to Duval Street.  They got to see as
much of the Bourbon Street pubs as one can see from the outside, which is
quite a bit.  I spotted the same boy working the streets.

"You know if you don't do it, you won't sleep tonight," David said as he
saw me watching the boy.

"I know.  Somehow, though, it just doesn't seem like enough," I answered.

"You do what you can, when you can.  Maybe, it's only one night, but
remember what I said last time.  It's one night that he's safe, and you're
letting him know someone cares."

I gave him forty dollars on the condition that he stay off the street that
night.  He looked at me and I would swear that I saw tears forming in his
eyes.  I turned away and then had to turn back.  I told him if it ever got
too rough, to call me.  I slipped my business card, with my cell phone
number on the back, into his pocket.

End Ch 48
To Be Continued

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