Date: Fri, 30 Sep 2011 08:53:43 -0700 From: J H Subject: Tech Support, Part II Greg jumped off my lap, and stood in front of me. "Where to, Sir?" he asked. It took me a little more effort to stand up. I was still a little winded from the vigorous fuck. "Left," I said, indicating the way to the bathroom. It was too late, but I realized I was sending him to the master bedroom. I tried not to think about what my wife would say. Or my two children. He barely waited for me, racing down the hallway. I stopped to get him a towel, and heard him turn on the water in the shower. I was relieved that he hadn't stopped to examine the many artifacts of my long marriage: the vacation pictures, the athletic awards, the random mementos of childhood. I followed him into the bathroom. His jockstrap lay on the floor, the sum total of his clothes at that point. I picked it up and inhaled deeply letting the scent of his sweat, piss, and cum fill my head. Even though I had just shot a huge load into Greg's ass, my cock twitched, wanting another time his ass. I climbed into the shower, Greg immediately noticed my cock had gotten hard again. "So soon, Dad?" he asked me. He had been soaping himself up, but turned his attention to me. He quickly soaped up my chest and worked his way down to my groin. He played with my stiff shaft, teasing me. "I've not felt like this in ages," I said. It sounded trite, but it was true. The last time I had been this horny had been over a year ago. I was on a business trip that stretched over a weekend. He had been a bellhop at the hotel, and had the spent his entire free weekend with me. Of course, it was a guy. No woman had ever done this for me. "Good, I'm glad." He didn't stop playing with my dick, gently teasing my balls. "Still got some sperm left for me, Dad?" "For you, always," I said. "What are you doing later tonight?" he asked. I couldn't believe he was asking me this. Nor could I believe when I answered him. "Nothing. Just watching TV." "I have to pick up my twin brother from swim practice in a bit. But I could come by after that." "I'd like that." I was stammering, not sure what I was getting myself into. "I'd like that too," he said. He had pressed his body against mine, and I could feel his stiff cock on my skin. "I didn't know you had a twin," I said. "Yeah. He's not quite as out there as I am yet. He's a little more private." "He's gay?" I caught myself. We hadn't said anything about how Greg saw himself, sexually. I could barely cast that stone, still married to a woman. "I mean, he's into guys?" "Well, he's into men." He looked at me, emphasizing the "men." "We both are," he said. He paused for a moment, then continued. "Should I take Tyler back home? Or maybe I should bring him here with me?" Greg asked. His smile left no doubt what he had in mind, if the two of them came back here. "What?" I asked. Less than an hour ago, I was trying to get my computer fixed. Now I was being asked if I wanted to have a threesome with a pair of teenaged twins. "Yeah, he's even more into dad types than I am. And that's saying something. He'd be totally into you." Even if my head was conflicted about the threesome, my cock had already made up its mind. Grabbing my hard shaft, Greg guessed at my decision. "I'll bring him here. We will all have some fun." "You've played together before?" I asked. I was still unsure how this was going to work in practice. "Oh yeah. We started sucking each other when we were twelve. Fucking shortly after that" I tried to imagine the number of times they must have had sex together. Horny teenagers, sharing a room together? It must have been several times a day, for years now. They knew each other better than any partner ever would be able to. I wondered what role I would play for them. "And three ways?" I asked. "We did our first the summer after our sophomore year. He was the senior quarterback from our high school football team." He pulled me under the water, washing off the soap from my body. "This is all new for you, right?" he asked. "You don't have a lot of experience with guys, do you?" "Yeah, I guess." It was new for me. My experience with guys was limited to some exploration in college, and a very occasional hook-up when I was on the road. I had made my choices: gotten married, had kids, and done the "right" thing. Although I wasn't happy, I was at least content. Now, things that I had only jerked off to were tantalizingly close to becoming a reality. "Don't worry. We can just go with the flow. And it'll be fun." Greg hadn't moved, holding his body right against mine. I felt the heat radiating off of his body, and the stiffness of his cock pressing into me. Staring into his brown eyes, I was still scared and nervous, but knew that I wanted - no, had - to take the next step. "Yeah, it will be," I said. "Great," he said. He jumped out of the shower, and grabbed the towel I had laid out for him. He started to dry off as I turned off the water and grabbed another towel. My cock was sticking out in front of me, hard as a rock. "You're all ready, I see." We dried off, then wandered back to the study for our clothes. "Damn, I left my jock in the bathroom," Greg said. "Leave it," I said. "I want you commando for now." "I'm not gonna be able to get out of the car, Sir," he said. "I don't think it's going to go down this evening." He pointed to his cock, clearly straining against his jeans. "Good," I said. "Fucker." "This evening, boy." I answered. He laughed, pulled on his shirt and sat down to deal with his shoes and socks. I found my underwear and pants, and started to put them on. "No, sir," he said as I tried to put on the underwear. "If I can't, you can't either." I didn't protest. I grabbed my jeans and started to put them on. Before I even got one leg on, he pulled out a cell phone and quickly took a picture. "Sending it to my bro," he said, as he typed a bit on the screen. It was too late for me to protest. I really hoped he wasn't sending it somewhere else. I already felt vulnerable. "I should have asked this much earlier, but how old are you?" I hoped that I hadn't just got myself into even more trouble, having sex with an underaged boy. Unprotected sex, even. He had seemed to be at least legal. "Don't worry. I'm nineteen. We're nineteen. Even if we can't drink, you're not going to jail. Unless you want to act that out." He typed a bit longer on his phone, then looked up at me. "and sent." "When do you need to get your brother?" I asked. "Practice is over at seven," he said. He looked down at his phone. "I should be heading out soon to get there on time." I looked at my own watch, and saw that it had suddenly become 6:30. "Can we come back around 7:30?" he asked. "I guess," I said. "Sure, that should work." I was still a little unsure about all of this. Greg was hot, and I had enjoyed fucking him no end. But doing a three-way with his twin brother? And doing it in my family's home? Maybe even in the bed I shared with my wife? That was going further and faster than I was comfortable with. But if I were to say no, I knew I'd be jerking off thinking about what could have been by tomorrow. And could have been would have been worse than any of the possibilities of having done it. "You need to relax, Dad," he said. It was surprising how quickly he had been able to pick up on my mood. It had taken my wife years to be able to figure out my moods. "Tyler and I will be back in about an hour. We can kick back and relax. Nothing needs to happen. But I think we'll all want something to happen." "You're right. It's just very new for me." He looked around the room, the pictures of my family on the walls. "Yeah, I can understand that." He finished putting on his shoes. "Not to get too serious, but Tyler," he said. He paused. "Yeah?" I asked. He had gotten quiet, and I wondered what he was trying to say. "Our parents divorced when we were nine. Our dad hasn't been involved with us since then; he found a younger wife and started his own family." He was silent again, clearly trying to find the right words. "I can tell it's been a bigger issue for Tyler than he lets on." "And now?" I was lost in my own worries about the threesome, and couldn't quite tell how I should be reacting to this new information and a new complication. "Well, I'll put it this way. We both like older men." He smiled at me. "But Tyler, well, at times, it's more than a like. It's a need for him." He got serious. "Just be aware. You've obviously done a good job so far." He looked again at the pictures of my kids. "Probably a great job. But this may be a bit more than you would expect, especially on a first meeting." "I see." I wasn't sure what else to say. Without actually interacting with Tyler and getting to know him, I couldn't know what he needed from a man. Or me in particular. "I'll do my best," I said. "I know you will," Greg said with a smile. "Ok. I gotta get going now." Standing up, he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. "253-642-6335?" he asked. "Yep, that's me," I said. "Cool. We'll be back around 7:30." He gave me a kiss, first a light peck on the cheeks, then a longer, searching one on the lips. I had to break it off sooner than I wanted, but if it went on much longer, I was going to want to rape the boy. "See you," he said, as he walked out of the door. After he left, I wandered around the house, trying to figure out what I wanted for myself. I wondered if Greg was serious about coming back, and if he was, what we would do. I found myself back in the study, lying on the couch where we had fucked. There was still a hint of our fucking: a combination of sweat and lube, tinged with jizz. It drove me crazy with desire. I was thinking about jerking off again, sure that Greg was just a tease and I'd never see him again. But my phone buzzed with a text message. It was from Greg, "Want us to get a pizza for dinner?" he asked. "Sure. I'm good with anything. I have drinks here," I wrote back. I figured a horny nineteen year-old could read between the lines, and know that drinks meant beer. If they got too drunk, I knew they could always sleep on the couch. Or in my bed. Lost in my thoughts, realized that the sun had set, and it was nearly dark in the room. It was turning to fall, and the sun was setting earlier and earlier, but today seemed particularly early. I roused myself to turn on some lights, and saw that it was nearly 7:15. If they were on schedule, Greg and Tyler would be here shortly. Almost anticipating my thoughts, I got another text from Greg. "Picked up pizza. On our way." Nervously, I wandered around the house, checking on beer and coke in the fridge, trying to organize and clean up piles of stuff around the house. What seemed like hours later but was probably just a few minutes later, the doorbell rung, and I knew it was Greg and Tyler.