Date: Thu, 6 Oct 2016 22:25:07 -0400 From: Sam Sheppard Subject: The Diver in Me Part 18 Warning: This story involves sexual activities between adults and young boys. Not a word of it is true. The characters and events of the story are fictional and are not based on any real person(s) alive or dead. No animals or children were hurt in the making of this story. Anyone who is offended by this should not read beyond this point. It is not, however, your typical slam bam, thank you Sam, story where adult meets boys and immediately jumps into the sack with them. There's a little more content to it than that. So, if you're looking for a quick jerk off session, sorry, but this ain't it. The author of this story believes that such events should not take place, but acknowledges that many adults will enjoy reading them. I hope you enjoy this and, as always, I'm eager to hear your thoughts and suggestions for future episodes. Also, if you like these and the other stories, Nifty needs your donations, to continue to provide them. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Adult – Youth (M,b,B,con) The Diver in Me - Part 18 Carol was dead! I was stunned. What was I going to tell the boys? How was I going to tell the boys? What was going to happen to them? All these questions and more ran through my brain in a flash. I asked how they had gotten my name and number. They had found Carol's sister's number in her purse and had contacted her. She'd given them my name and told them that the boys were living here. He told me that they were going to be transporting her body to Toronto tomorrow, after the coroner had finished their autopsy and asked if I could meet them at the morgue when they arrived. I agreed and that was it. I sat there in shocked disbelief for a minute or two. Then I grabbed my wallet and pulled out Carol's sister's number. I called and when I got through, I tried to express my shock and sympathy, but she said that I was the one that she was worried about right now. I was the one who was going to have to tell the boys and help them through the grief. We discussed funeral plans and realized that Carol hadn't made any (why would she?). We talked about what she would have wanted and I said I'd look into making some arrangements once her body was back in the city. Roberta, Bobby for short, her sister said she and her husband would be flying in tomorrow afternoon. I told her to send me a text message with their flight info and I'd meet them at the airport and she agreed. My next call was to my boss to let him know that I wouldn't be at work for the next week and why. And now, it was time to figure out how I was going to let the boys know that their mother was dead. I decided that there really wasn't any way to make this any easier on them and that trying to pussyfoot around would make it worse, so it was going to have to be straightforward. I tried to compose myself as much as I could and opened the door. The boys were standing there, looking extremely worried. I suggested that we go sit in the living room and once we were sitting, I started to explain. "Guys, there's been an accident. Your mom's car was hit on the highway earlier today." Before I had a chance to go any further, David asked, "Is she alright? What happened?" Owen just sat there, stunned, with tears forming in his eyes. I took a deep breath and continued, "No, guys, she's not alright. The accident was really bad. The paramedics did everything they could...but your mom died." Owen completely broke down, sobbing his little heart out and David looked at me with wide eyes that were starting to fill with tears. I reached out, wrapped them both in my arms and pulled them tight against me as they both wept. Owen's small body shook with his sobs and David just kept shaking his head and crying. Luke, whom I'd completely forgotten was still here, came out of the bedroom and stood looking at the scene. I looked up and quickly said, "It's their mom." He came over and sat down behind David, enfolding him in his arms and hugging him tightly and crying for David's pain. After several minutes, the boys seemed to have cried themselves out, for now. They were both breathing shallowly and sniffling. Owen looked up at me and very quietly asked, "What's gonna happen to us?" "That's something you don't have to worry about," I replied. "Remember, your mom made me your guardian. And until that changes, you're here with me. And I love you guys." "Your aunt Roberta and her family are coming in later tonight, so I'm going to get them at the airport and take them to their hotel. I'd like it if we all went together. I think having your family with you right now is really important and will help you guys deal with this." David spoke up, "Yeah, I guess." I nodded and added, "OK. So right now, I think you guys should try and get some rest until we have to go. This is going to be a tough time and you'll need as much strength as you can find to get through it. I'm here if you want to talk or anything." Turning to Luke, I said, "Now, Luke, I know how close you are to David, so I'd like to know if you're OK to hang around here and give him someone to hang on to?" Luke nodded and said, "Yeah, of course." "OK," I said. "Let me call your folks and let them know what's going on and see if they'll be alright with you staying here again and missing school tomorrow." I made the call and Luke's parents were clearly upset by the news. Before I could ask, they immediately suggested that Luke stay with David tonight and tomorrow. They asked if there was anything they could do. I said not at the moment, but thanked them for their help and concern. The boys disappeared into their room. I could hear Owen crying and David trying to comfort him, despite his own grief. I sat there stunned, with thoughts and emotions swirling around in my brain. It was soon time to pick up Carol's family, so the boys and I climbed in to the car and left for the airport. We arrived with about 10 minutes left before Roberta's flight landed and just hung around the arrivals lounge. Once the plane had landed and the family had collected their luggage, we met them at the door. Everyone hugged and cried together. I introduced myself to Bobby and her husband, Walt. Bobby hugged me and told me how much I had meant to Carol, and we both started crying. It took us about 20 minutes to finally get out of the airport and into the car and we headed to the hotel. Fortunately, it was only a few blocks from the condo, so once we'd dropped everyone off at the hotel and said our goodnights, we were back at the suite in 10 minutes. The boys were exhausted as was I and it didn't take long for all of us to crash. The next morning, I picked up Bobby and Walt and went to the morgue to made arrangements to have Carol's body delivered to a funeral home nearby. We then went to the home and finalized the details for the funeral itself. Carol's body was to be cremated and we agreed that it would be best to have the ashes go home with Bobby, as it would likely be too painful, for the boys, to have her present all the time. The next week went by quickly, with a lot of tears and pain and emotion being expended by everyone. The funeral was especially hard on the boys, with Owen breaking down several times and being comforted by his aunt. David cried quietly through it all but was every bit the "man" I knew he was, supporting Owen and the rest of the family. And Luke was always right by his side, providing as much support as he could as he hugged and cried with David. Bobby and Walt left a few days later and now it was just me and the boys. And we had to figure out how this was going to work. First thing to deal with was trying to get back to the business of living; school, work, everything involved in beginning to return to a normal life, or, as normal a life as could be expected. I spoke with the boys and we all agreed that they'd go back to school and I would return to work at the beginning of the next week. But, while I had the time, I thought it would be a good idea to find out what the situation was with my guardianship. I called Sandy and she said she'd look into it so we arranged a meeting for the next day. When we met, she explained that my guardianship had only been considered as a temporary measure and that the only thing that could change that would be a court order. And the only way for a court to order the change would be if Carol's next of kin agreed and signed an affidavit to that effect. Since her next of kin was Bobby, I didn't think there'd be any issue, so I had Sandy call her. Once Sandy had explained the situation, Bobby said she completely agreed with the idea and Sandy arranged to have her go to a lawyer she knew in Winnipeg to sign the affidavit at the beginning of next week. Once that was done, it would take about a week for the court to process the application and render judgement. I explained the process to the boys when I got home and that it appeared that they'd be living with me from now on. Owen ran to me and hugged me like he was never going to let me go. David came over and put his head on my shoulder and I wrapped my arms around them both. I kissed both their heads and then suggested that, since it had been a long day, and a very tough week, we get some dinner and just relax for the rest of the evening. It was Friday and the team had a meet this weekend at a pool in one of the neighbouring suburbs. I thought it would be a good thing for Owen if we all went to watch and cheer on the other kids. I also suggested that, if he wanted, Luke could join us and maybe Ben could come back with us and stay for the night. I thought a little age appropriate companionship would help the boys start to reintegrate. Owen was a little reluctant, but when David agreed, so did Owen. David called Luke and asked if he'd come with us and Luke jumped at the chance. I told David that we'd pick Luke up first thing in the morning and he conveyed the message to Luke. The three of us went for dinner at one of the nearby restaurants and then returned home. There was an adventure movie on Netflix that we all decided to watch, so we curled up on the couch together. About halfway through, Owen began to fall asleep, but when I told him to go to bed, he said he wanted to stay with me, so I moved him so that he was sitting with his back against my chest. I draped my arms around his chest and gently stroked his head with my hand. Within minutes he was sound asleep and I held him like that until the movie was over. I picked him up and carried him to my bedroom, where I lay him on the bed, undressed him to his shorts and covered him up. After kissing his head, I turned the light out and went back out to the living room. I suggested that David get to bed as well, even though it was earlier than his usual bed time, since we had to get going early the next morning. He came over, kissed me goodnight and walked down the hall to his bedroom. As I sat watching TV, I heard David call me, so I went to his room and walked in. He was lying in bed, covered with his blanket. "Sam, I feel kind of weird," he said quietly, so I asked him what he meant, was he feeling sick. "No," continued, "not sick. I don't know what it is. I just feel funny. Would you stay with me for a while? I don't think I want to be alone." I said, "Of course," and lay down on top of the covers beside him. David rolled over and curled up into me. I stroked his back and head and kissed his hair as I held him. He looked up at me and there was something in his look that made me lean down and place a kiss on his lips. David immediately responded by eagerly returning my kiss, opening his mouth and running his tongue against my lips. We began kissing ardently and I could feel David begin to breath quicker. He grabbed my neck and pulled me to him, mashing our mouths together, almost painfully. David broke the kiss and grabbed at my shirt, trying to pull it off me. I lifted my arms and helped him get rid of the obstructing garment. He grabbed me around my chest and dove down on one of my nipples, kissing, licking and nipping. He kissed down to my stomach and began yanking at my jeans. I held his head and said, "Here, let me." Undoing the button and zipper on my jeans, I lifted my hips and slid them down and off. David immediately groped for my cock, sliding his hand into the fly of my shorts. Once he'd grasped my penis, he began rapidly stroking me. There was an urgency to his actions. This wasn't love. It was as if he was trying to release some hidden anger or to affirm his own existence in the face of an overwhelming loss. As he masturbated me, I became hard. David wrenched my shorts down and began stroking furiously. I lay back and allowed him to work out his demons but as I got closer to cumming, I grasped his hand and gently said, "David, stop. You need to relax. I know you've got a lot going on and you're angry and confused. And it's OK to feel that. But I need you to get some sleep so you can deal with all this better. Just lie back and let me just hold you. OK?" He started crying and I pulled him as tight to me as I could and just held him. He was so exhausted that it didn't take long until he dropped off to sleep. I kept holding him for a few more minutes, until I was certain he was fast asleep and then I pulled the blankets over him, kissed him and went out to the living room. I poured myself a double whisky and sat back on the couch as I sipped it slowly. I had the TV on and the news was running but I wasn't paying attention. It had been an incredibly difficult week for all of us and I hoped I'd done everything I could to help the boys through it. And now I was going to become their permanent guardian; in effect, their sole parent. And the awesome responsibility of that was rapidly becoming overwhelming. I finished the rest of my drink in one burning gulp and poured myself another. I finished that one in a couple of quick shots and decided that it was more than time for me to hit the sack. Shutting off the TV and the lights, I slowly wandered to my bedroom, shucked my clothes and climbed into bed beside a fast asleep Owen. Some time during the night, I was woken up by David coming into my room. "Sam, I really don't want to be alone tonight. Can I sleep with you," he asked. I pulled the covers back and told him he could sleep in my bed any time he wanted as I motioned for him to climb in. After he'd pulled the covers over himself, David snuggled against me and we fell quickly asleep. The morning came and I slowly clawed my way back to reality. I woke up with both boys curled up against me and had a hell of a time getting out of bed without waking them. A quick shower and couple of cups of coffee and I was ready to face the world. It was early, so I let the boys sleep a bit longer but eventually had to get them moving. Owen woke up fairly easily; he'd had plenty of sleep. David, as usual with teens, was a bit more of a challenge. However, after several times of being shaken and yelled at, he finally gained consciousness and sat up. As the kids went through their morning routine, I called Luke's mom and made sure he'd be ready for us to pick him up and confirmed that he would be staying with us for the night. The boys straggled out of the bedroom and I poured them each a glass of orange juice. The boys were ready to go by the time it was time to leave; a feat accomplished without me having to nag or threaten them at all. Once we'd picked up Luke we grabbed some breakfast. We got to the pool and the team crowded around Owen and David to hug them and show their support. As we sat in the stands watching the kids go through their routines, the parents also came over and shook both boys' hands. Every one of them said virtually the same thing. "If we can be of any help, don't hesitate to call." It was uncomfortable but the support was touching. At the end of the day's diving, the team hadn't fared very well. Only Katie had ended up in contention for a medal, with everyone else not up to their usual performance levels. We went out to the concourse and waited until the team had gotten dressed. Ben came over and sat beside Owen until we were ready to leave. We all climbed in to the car and left for the condo. After we got home, the Owen and Ben disappeared into my room, with David and Luke going into the boys' room. It occurred to me that, now that I had two kids to take care of, this condo wasn't going to work. There just wasn't enough room. I made a mental note to call a real estate agent in the morning to start looking for a 3-bedroom unit, so that each boy had their own bedroom. I ordered Chinese food for dinner and when it arrived, called the boys. With four hungry, growing boys, the food vanished in no time. And then so did the boys, Owen and Ben back into my room and David and Luke into theirs. I fell onto my couch and turned on the TV to watch some football. It started getting late and I wanted to make sure Owen and Ben got plenty of sleep for the meet. I walked into my bedroom to get them to bed, but they'd beaten me to it. They were both in bed, Ben cradling Owen in his arms, running his hand through Owen's long red hair. I went over to the bed and leaned down to give Owen a goodnight kiss. As I did, he rolled back and held his arms out to me. I sat down on the edge of the bed and wrapped him in my arms, hugged him tightly, kissed his cheek, his little nose and his forehead. I then let him go and he curled up with Ben. As I left, I turned out the lights and closed the door, leaving the boys to each other. I checked in on the two older guys and found them on David's computer. Since I didn't want to know what they were looking at, I just reminded them that they should try and get to bed at a reasonable hour. And, to their embarrassment, to keep the noise down. I went back to the living room and began to watch some TV. I must have drifted off to sleep, because when I woke up, the movie I'd been watching had ended. I got up and went to the kitchen for a drink. As I returned, Ben came down the hall and into the living room. The little 13 year old seemed wide awake and when I asked him why he was up, he replied that he just couldn't sleep. I lay down on the couch and Ben lay down in front of me with his back against my chest and stomach as we began watching the news. I draped my arm over his chest and gently ran my hand over his soft skin. As I slid my hand over his small nipple, Ben shivered and broke out in goosebumps. I slowly slid my hand back and forth down his chest, across his flat stomach and then back up to his chest. After a few minutes of this, I slid my hand down to the waistband of his boxers and rubbed along it across his stomach. "Mmmm. Feels nice," Ben sighed. "Want me to keep going," I asked him, to which he nodded. I slipped my fingertips under his waistband, just above his small pubic bush and gently massaged the area for a few minutes. Sliding my hand farther under the waistband, my fingers encountered his sparse curly hair and I swirled my fingers through it. I tickled his pubic mound gently, causing Ben to giggle. That is, until I wrapped my hand around his hard cock, at which point he sighed. I wrapped my finger and thumb around his shaft and began sliding my hand up and down it. Ben moaned, "Mmmmyyyeaaahhh. That feels niiicce." I had to agree; his hard spike felt very nice, the soft skin sliding along the rock hard shaft beneath. I stopped masturbating Ben and had him stand in front of me. I yanked his boxers down and Ben stepped out of them, his hard 4.5 inch cock pointing at my face. I pulled him up close and leaning forward, grabbed a handful of his tight ass with each hand and slid his hard penis into my mouth. I slid my lips down his velvet smooth shaft until my nose was entangled in his sparse dark blonde pubes. As I began sliding my mouth back and forth along his cock, Ben's sharp intake of breath and moan indicated my ministrations had had their desired effect. Adding suction and tightening my lips, I began bobbing my head, driving my lips up and down his hard shaft. As I did, I slid my hand farther around one cheek and my finger onto his tight hole. When I tickled his opening with my fingertip and pushed a little, it popped in and Ben's hips shot forward, driving his penis deeper into my mouth. I pushed a bit more and my finger slid farther into his opening, until it was all the way in. I twirled and wiggled my finger and Ben became more and more excited, until I could sense he was getting close to cumming and, as I prodded his prostate, he screamed, "AAAAHHHH FFFFUUUCCCKCKK," as he started shooting his young teenage semen into my mouth. As I kept stimulating his little button, Ben continued to shoot and jerk and twitch. "Ohh, oohh, oohfuucckk, enough, please, ohh, stop. Can't take any more, stop," he cried. So I gently eased my finger out of him and he collapsed forward onto me, panting. I pulled him down beside me and kissed his luscious lips. After we all relaxed for a few minutes, I said we should all get to bed, since we had a big day in the morning. But Ben wasn't exactly through yet. He said, "But Sam, it's not fair." I asked him what he meant and he replied, "It's not fair, I blew, but you didn't." And with that, he reached over and placed his small hand right on top of the very obvious bulge in my jeans. I leaned back on the couch and let Ben have complete freedom to do what he wanted. He undid my jeans and, as I lifted my hips, drew them down and off my legs along with my boxers, leaving me naked from the waist down. Ben wasted no time as he knelt between my spread legs and took my rapidly hardening cock in his small, tight mouth. He started bobbing his head, sliding his soft lips back and forth along my now throbbing shaft. The sensation was incredible and then Ben took my cock out of his mouth, stood up, turned around, moved back toward me and straddled my hips with his tiny pucker over top of my cock. He lowered himself until the head was against his opening and slowly sank down, his hole stretching and sliding down my rock hard shaft. Ben slowly impaled himself on my cock until it was completely engulfed and his little balls hung over top of mine. He lifted his feet and put them on top of my thighs, opening himself up as wide as he could and then began fucking himself on my cock, his back against my chest. Ben was bouncing rapidly on my cock, when suddenly we heard, "Holy Fuck!" come from the corner of the room. Ben stopped dead and I jumped. Luke had wandered into the room from the hall and caught us mid-fuck. He stood there with wide eyes, a smile on his face and a large bulge in his shorts. I looked at Luke and said, "Wanna join us?" He was standing in front of us in a split second, his shorts now at his feet and his raging hardon sticking straight out. I reached out and grasped his hard rod and began stroking him as I also started bucking my hips, driving my cock up into Ben. Both young boys began moaning. I suggested that Ben should suck Luke while I fucked him and he nodded. He took hold of Luke's cock and drew him closer, so that his cock was right at Ben's mouth and then popped his mouth right over the head. As he bounced up and down on my cock, Ben slid his lips back and forth on Luke's rigid shaft. Luke sighed with pleasure, "Mmmmmyyyeeeaaahhh, feels sooooo good. Oh yeaaaaah, suck my cock. Oooooh...mmmmm...yyeeeeaaaahh." Ben was grunting as I thrust drove my hips right up into him, forcing the maximum length of my cock into him and I was moaning as his little boy's hole engulfed my cock in its moist interior, milking the sperm out of my balls. In what felt like a minute, I could feel my balls drawing up and that familiar itch starting at the base of my cock. With a loud growl I pushed my dick as far into Ben's ass as it could go. "Oh fuck Ben, you're sooo tight. Ohh yeaahhh, Ohh fuck...Ohh fuck...Ohh baby...Ohh fuck...Oh shit, Ben, I'm gonna cum." And I did, emptying my balls and blasting several shots into this young boy's ass. "Ohh yeeaah...Ohh yeeaah... Unnh, Unnh, Unnh, Unnh, Unnh...ohfuck...ohfuck...ohfuck...oohhh holy ffuuuucck......Oh yeahhhhh. " As I came down from my orgasm, Ben sucked Luke for all he was worth, jacking the big dick in his mouth at the same time as he sucked on it. In a very short time at all, I heard Luke begin to pant, "Oh man, oh man, oh man, Ben, I'm gonna cum, don't stop (like he had any intention of that), oh wow..." He grabbed Ben's head and held him still as he fucked his cock in and out of Ben's mouth and then, with one last hard push, buried his penis as deep as Ben could take it and with a cry of, "ohhh, ooohhhh, unghhh, ungghhh, OH FFFUUUCCCKKKK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK, oh, oh, oh, ohhh, ohhhhh," emptied his teenage cum into Ben's throat, as Ben swallowed and swallowed and occasionally gagged. When Luke had finished, he slowly drew his cock out of Ben's mouth and, on wobbly legs, stepped back. Ben slowly lifted himself off my wilting cock, my cum dribbling out of his ass and Luke's out of his mouth, and lay down beside me. All three of us were now covered in sweat and Ben in cum as well, so I suggested that everyone take a shower and then get to bed. Luke and Ben walked gingerly over to the boys' bathroom and I went into mine. After I'd showered completely, I checked on the boys. Luke had finished ands was just drying himself off, while Ben was in the shower. His beautiful body glistened with the water cascading down it. Luke said goodnight and went to the bedroom and I waited for Ben to finish. He stepped out of the shower and I wrapped him in one of the large bath towels and began drying him off. I, of course, paid special attention to drying off certain parts of this cutie, but, since it was very late, I didn't want to start anything we didn't have time, or, in my case, the energy, to finish. So, once he was dried off enough, I guided him into my bedroom, into bed and, after giving him a goodnight kiss, pulled the covers over him. I went back to the bathroom, turned out the lights, then the living room and then, finally, to my bedroom, where I climbed into bed beside the two sleeping kids and, almost immediately, fell asleep. Morning came all too soon. And we were off to the start of another day. Breakfast for 5, hustling to get Ben and Owen ready for the meet and then into the car and off to the pool, leaving Luke and David at home to enjoy themselves. Ben headed for the locker room when we arrived and Owen and I went into the stands to watch the day's proceedings. The team performed well, but the deficits from the previous day were too large, in some cases, to overcome. Katie took second place, Braeden, a third, Stevie and Karri ended up in fourth and Marc ended up sixth. Ben had a difficult day and came in seventh. We all met in the lobby of he rec centre and I let the team know that I was proud of their efforts and that we'd be back at it on Tuesday, that I wanted them to take Monday off, since I felt they could use a rest. Then we all went our separate ways, Owen and I heading home. When we arrived, David was watching TV alone. Luke's mom had come and picked him up, but they had made arrangements for David to spend the weekend at Luke's next weekend. We had dinner, relaxed for a while watching a movie on Netflix and then it was time for Owen to hit the sack. I walked him into the bedroom and, when he'd undressed, tucked him in. I lay down over top of the covers and cradled him as I gently stroked his back. It had been an incredibly tough week for the little guy and he just needed someone to hold him and reassure him that everything was going to be alright. All the emotional energy he'd expended caught up with him and he fell asleep in no time at all. I stayed with him for a while, probably because I didn't want to let him go myself. I went back out to the living room and found David asleep in the chair, so I gave him a gentle shake and when he woke up, I suggested he go to bed. He nodded and slowly stood up, wobbling slightly. I took his shoulders and guided him to his room, where he fell onto his bed. I helped him get undressed, tucked him in, gave him a goodnight kiss, turned off his light and left, closing his door.