The Pervert And The Virgin – Part Seven

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J showed up promptly at nine. This time it was 1201 who opened the door naked. Both boys blushed when J said he appreciated the effort it must have taken for me to get out of bed with these two boys around. I started the session by demonstrating the sink and flow method with J. I wanted to see what J had learned. The boys enjoyed watching the flow of it. We alternated attack and defense. After about thirty minutes we paired off with the boys and worked out for another thirty minutes.

We all squeezed into the shower together. J told him today would not be a good day to honor his request that he fuck Gramps. The last we want is him leaking cum during his inspection. Saturday afternoon would be a better time. Right now it is best we fill him up from the top. They didn't even need to ask me to kneel. I sunk down to my knees quickly. Three loads. What lovely shower companions.

“Still naked?” my housekeeper asked when she arrived with Tracy at eleven. J had let earlier to go fetch the moms from work and some other mystery guests. “When you've hugged Tracy you boys had better go put some clothes on. Throw a robe down for Gramps. No sense in him getting dressed.”

“How are you feeling about the inspection?” Tracy asked me curiously.

“I don't know what all the fuss is about. I will trust he has his reasons and if me being gawked at naked by the rest of you makes him happy I will do it. Just remember you asked for it.”

The mystery guests turned out to be Catherine, a yoga and fitness instructor Amanda knew, and Leslie, my newly appointed therapist. Cynthia wanted to see what she had to work with in designing a program for the three of us. The boys seemed disappointed when she told them she didn't need to see them naked. Leslie wanted to observe my reactions to being put on the spot. They had told her about some of the challenges I faced in social situations so the lunch would be a wonderful opportunity for her to observe me in a social situation. Could I pretend she wasn't around and be my natural self? Tracy snorted and told her sometimes I even forgot I was there. No the others assured her Tracy wasn't joking.

Over the years I'd done a lot of research into exercise programs. Every new exercise program in the past six years was on the shelf in the spare room. I couldn't ask the boys to do something unless I was certain it worked or figured out how to tweak it. Working through all these programs had kept me toned and in good shape. Very good shape it seemed judging by the comments from the ladies. Leslie's eyes widened a little when the boys chimed in but she remained quiet throughout the inspection.

“OK, you can go get dressed now.” he told me after ten minutes. “I'll sum it up on the walk to the restaurant. Tracy laid out an outfit for you to wear. Don't change a thing or I'll take you back upstairs to fix your clothing and you won't enjoy the side trip we'll make. Ahem. You're forgetting your robe.”

Let them suffer a little more I decided and carried the robe in my hand as I made my way upstairs. Tracy had laid out my finest outfit for the occasion. Way too overdressed I decided as I headed back downstairs.

“Told you he wouldn't like it.” my housekeeper told Tracy. “Yes, it is the best outfit and it does make him look very handsome. That's what's making him squirm.”

“Better he squirm because of the clothing rather than a paddle.” he said. “We'd better pick up the pace or we'll be late.” They had all been waiting on me so it didn't take but a minute for us to leave the apartment.

“Everybody here thinks you look great without your clothes on.” he said as we left the building. “Catherine says all we need to do is work on maintaining your figure. The three of us will be visiting her gym for some tests on our cardio levels and suppleness. Don't worry 1201 and me will be delighted to ensure you keep supple. Now is your chance to ask any questions you might have about your body. Nothing to ask? No is my butt too fat or my stomach not ripped enough? Last chance.

OK, that's it. You will not say a single disparaging remark about your body from this moment onwards where any of us or future lovers can hear. I made them promise to snitch on you if they hear any such comment. Failure to do so will make you suffer twice as much if I ever find out. Consider yesterday a hint of what awaits you if you talk badly about your body. Leslie has kindly agreed to meet up with us for milkshakes tomorrow afternoon so we can discuss what defines belittling yourself on an emotional level as well.”

“Forgive me for laughing, Leslie, but the look on your face was priceless earlier when he explained how he was going to eradicate those tendencies.” Tracy said bursting into laughter. The others were all smiling as well.

“That's all right.” Leslie said also smiling. “I enjoy being surprised in my work. After ten years you reach the point where it seems you hear the same old stuff ad infinitum. I don't think this will be the case with you guys. Still it is hard to believe he is as clueless as you say. Does he really have over twenty paddles to choose from?”

“I'd say closer to thirty from what I saw.” Sophie said. “That's excluding the crops, brushes, floggers, whips and something else that is unknown to me.”

“Tawse.” Adam supplied when she had described it. “I looked it up after my first er introduction to it. Yes it would be best if your saw the upstairs area. You might change your mind about helping Gramps.”

“She'll have to look behind those mysterious doors.” Sophie declared. “I'm following J's advice to let it go. Especially if he keeps me distracted like he did last night.”

“We're here.” he announced looking up at me with a concerned expression. “Are you ready?”

“No, it's much ado about nothing. Ancient history that ought to be left undisturbed.” I protested.

“See what we mean, Leslie?” he asked her. “I know Mom, J and our lovely housekeeper filled you in on the details. He needs a kid like me to explain it isn't ancient history to them. They live with the results of it every day. Results that could have been really bad turned out really well because of his generosity and he cannot see the need they have to say thank you.

Today is very challenging for Gramps so I'll let a bit more than usual slide. Don't push it too far though, Gramps. Leslie promised to stay close to us and to help us out when needed. Now take some deep breaths. Hold onto my hand. Everybody else ready? Let the games commence.”

1201 had slipped in while I was preparing myself to let them know we were here. Our hosts greeted us cordially at the entrance to the restaurant and told us to help ourselves to drinks at the bar. 1201 already had a soda in hand and was talking to a very attractive lad. They glanced our way when we entered. We were almost at the bar when I was ambushed.

“Hello again.” Tracy said kneeling down for hugs from the brother and sister we had met at the Co-Op. “This is a small world but hardly unexpected considering how large this family is. Yes, the young man holding his hand is his boyfriend. Yes, the one who spanked him the other day.”

“Please to meet you.” he said following Tracy's lead and kneeling down to accept some hugs.

“Traitors.” I declared. “Any pointers on how to deal with bullies and traitors would be welcome, Leslie. What do you mean they can hug me? I'm too old to get down that far.”

“No problem.” he said lifting them up and depositing them in my arms.

“He likes it when you kiss his cheeks.” Tracy told them. “We do it to him all the time. He's just pretending not to like it. Carry on. We'll tell you when to stop. Lovely kids you have. Kindness to the old folks is a rare sight these days. My name's Tracy. Good to finally get to know you Heather. Wine for the adults and a soda.”

“I thought you were going to help me.” I asked Leslie as the hooligans rained kisses on my cheeks.

“When you need it I will. Right now you don't need any help.”

The hooligans released me only after he promised they could kiss me good bye later. Then it was time to mingle before lunch was served. What helped tremendously was the relaxed atmosphere. I drifted from conversation to conversation without anybody interrupting their conversation to draw us in. We were greeted with smiles. Sometimes names were exchanged. Then after a few minutes we moved on.

“He's doing pretty good.” Leslie told him.

“That's because he's nosey.” he told her.

“Nosey? I heard that you whippersnapper.”

“Caring would have been more accurate but less fun.” he explained calmly. “The problems will arise later after we leave if we are lucky. I am pretty certain he will get into trouble at least once before we leave. How many conversations have we visited?”

“Eight or nine.” Leslie told him.

“Then dear old Gramps quite likely has at least four schemes percolating in his head. Either people he has decided to help or donations to make.”

“Really? Is he right?” she asked me. “Judging by the pause in answering he has you pegged. I am beginning to see why you asked for my help. Let's keep him moving.”

He had to tug on my hand quite a few times before I realized he wanted to get my attention. I was sandwiched between him and Leslie at the table. Leslie told me he had placed my order for me during our mingling. Yes, I confessed, the thought of food hadn't entered my mind. Listening to the others was much more important. Until you pass out from not eating she responded. The speeches began between the main course and desserts.

Both of them felt the need to thank me publicly and explain how the incident had changed their lives for the better. Their parents insisted on thanking me for taking care of the bills and providing such wonderful doctors. Other members of the family stood up at their tables to thank me and recount how the two assailants had helped them after turning their lives around. Uncles, aunts and even younger family members like nieces and cousins wanted to thank us. Leslie insisted I make eye contact with every one of them and keep my focus on them until they finished speaking. He reminded me twice. Threatened me once with how educational it would be for Leslie to see those floggers in use later when she visited the upstairs. I don't think I could have managed without him holding my hand as they all had their say.

“Go on.” Leslie told me as we all sat in silence for a few minutes. “They are waiting for you to say something.”

“What?! They've said quite enough for all of us.” I protested.

“Rudeness is not allowed in any circumstance you told us boys.” he reminded me. “Stand up and speak or I will ask one of them to loan me a belt.”

“Thank you for your kind words. However, it really wasn't”

“Ahem.” he said loudly standing up. “Excuse us a moment. Gramps seems to have gotten his speeches confused. None of you here are nearly as ancient as him so you won't have experienced his forgetfulness. Sometimes he even has to take a nap before sex. Give me a minute to jog his memory.”

“Ouch! Ow!” I said through clenched teeth as he pulled my ear under the guise of whispering a reminder to me. “Thank you, young sir, for getting me back on track. Now you folks understand why I put up er I mean keep him around.

What I meant to say was how glad I am to know that these fine men took the opportunity to turn their life around and did such a good job. All I had to do was write a check or two.”

“Or a dozen or two” one of the guys said causing everybody to laugh.

“These fine gentleman had to face inner demons. Commit to changes in their lives and stick to the plan. Many people are provided with opportunities. Many people choose to take the path of least resistance. I am glad to have been able to assist them by providing the opportunity. All of you deserve the credit because I believe a lot of their success was due to your support and the thought of losing your presence in their lives.

The food thus far has been superb. Let's see if the dessert is just as spectacular. Who want's ice cream?”

“Me!” the kids all shouted.

When I sat down he handed me my wine, leaned up to whisper “I love you” in my ear and kissed my cheek in front of all those people.

“You're shaking.” Leslie exclaimed. “Was it really that terrifying?”

“The speaking wasn't.” I told her emptying my glass in a long swallow. “The thought of saying something wrong and having him borrow a belt was terrifying beyond belief. Let's make teaching me the right things to say our number one priority, shall we? Thank you. Screw patient therapist etiquette. I will give whoever I want a thank you kiss whenever I want. Besides if you are helping me you are my friend first and foremost. He gets to kiss me whenever he chooses.”

“I noticed. Is it only kisses?”

“In public yes. More wine? No need to pour it kind sir. You can set the bottle down right here and go attend to that table over there. They look very thirsty.”

The others helped me finish the bottle over the next couple of hours. Amanda and Sophie made lots of new friends and got promises of more work. Before the lunch was over the hooligans were brought across the room to say good bye. They only kissed his cheek twice I noticed. That's because they gave all the others to you he told me. Aren't you flattered? Don't worry if you haven't had enough kisses I'd be happy to take their place on your lap for the next hour or two or three. That's a long time to spend kissing him the brother said. I don''t mind and he usually falls asleep after a few minutes. Hush, knave, you will scare our therapist away. OK, if you insist we will go mingle.

We left the party two hours later. J stayed behind to chat with his friends and the other family members he knew. Amanda and Sophie were excitedly discussing the work offers. They'd even received an offer of financial support to open a business. Naturally they'd grilled the kind gentleman to be certain the offer was on the soundness of their idea and not a charitable gift to thank me through friends of mine.

“Boo!” Tracy whispered in my ear. “Why so quiet? Hatching plans to get yourself into trouble?”

“Sensory overload more likely.” Leslie said smiling as she watched Tracy swat my butt. “Slapping the face is the usual method for treating a mild case of shock.”

“Slapping the butt, especially one as cute as his, is more fun. I never got my chance to wake him with the riding crop. Mild shock will hurt a lot less than the fate in store for him if he implements any of his schemes.”

“That's true.” he said as he walked quietly alongside me. “I do get worried though when he is this quiet.”

“Worried.” Tracy said reaching over to ruffle his hair. “Why? Him being quiet is a good thing.”

“He hasn't tried to grope my ass for over an hour.”

“That's reason for concern. Did he break both his hands while we weren't looking. You might want to consider your words with Leslie close by. You might scare her away.”

“I don't scare easily.” Leslie said. “Gramps also warned him not to scare me away. Oh, well, I'm sure it will come up in our sessions but if it is what I think then you don't have to worry. I wouldn't be much of a therapist if I didn't know within an hour. Heck, spending ten minutes around the two of them was long enough to know. I'm certain the entire family back there knows as well.”

“Damn.” he said.

“Afraid of what they think?” Tracy asked. “That's not like you.”

“No, I was thinking of the opportunities missed to kiss him on the lips and cause him to blush. He was so distracted he'd not have known they knew. What fun I could have had tormenting him. He deserves it.”

“The morning wake up?” Tracy asked.

“Yes, he had us tied together this morning when the er alarm went off.”

“Don't ask me Leslie. I've no idea what's involved. Sophie asked and whatever it was had her blushing. Want to let us in on the secret?”

“Sure, it's pretty simple and quite ingenious but I'll never tell Gramps that.”

“Of course not.” Leslie said with a smile. “Tracy's about to burst. Maybe you should tell us in about an hour from now. The suspense will get her blood flowing.”

“Leslie, don't go giving the boy wicked ideas. Gramps does enough of that.” Tracy protested.

“OK. I'll spare you in exchange for a new kiss.” he said “Deal? Good. Instead of the alarm buzzing at six or seven Gramps gets one of his toys to buzz.”

“He has some of those?” Tracy asked surprised. “How does it wake you? They're not that loud.”

“Location is everything.” he said winking at Leslie. “The noise isn't what wakes us.”

“No, he wouldn't? You mean? Oh, gods, I'm sorry I asked.” Tracy said turning a deep scarlet.

“You just had to ask didn't you Tracy?” Sophie said. “Isn't she a lovely shade of red, Amanda? I think she's redder than I was and nobody would believe that was possible last night.”

“Tied together. Was it between you two?” Tracy continued in a voice filled with quiet awe.

“No. We each had our own.” he said taking great delight in embarrassing Tracy even more. “The mess we made was quite impressive even if I say so myself. Gramps had to work hard to pry us apart. How he kept the bedding from being ruined I'll never know. Greed can be a useful thing.”

“Greed?” Tracy asked looked quite shell-shocked. The rest of us were enjoying this cameo immensely.

“Waste not want not and Gramps never wants to be wanting in that department.”

“He certainly doesn't.” 1201 interjected. “Right now we have school to save us. The summer break will quite likely be the end of us.”

“I could enroll you in summer camp.” Amanda said. “Now that we have all this new work and an investor.”

“That's OK, Mom, I've taken steps to ensure our workload isn't too onerous.”

“As if it ever was.” he said.

“I think I'll take the stairs and regain my composure.” Tracy said.

“No, you won't.” he said. “We all love you and embarrassing you was all in good fun. I'll even let you grope my ass all the way up to the apartment if you like. Mom won't mind. She'll be busy groping J's ass. Or she should be.”

“Tomorrow night.” I said.

“Here we go.” Tracy sighed. “You'd better think about what paddle it will be this time.”

“Let's hear a little more before we go reaching for paddles.” Leslie said.

“Killjoy.” declared 1201.

“Why? Oh, I see. I'll make an exception for you then.” Leslie told him.

“I like her.” 1201 said hugging Leslie. “Let's keep her around a little longer even if we have to pay her to put up with us.”

“What about tomorrow night?” Leslie asked me.

“Celebration dinner for the new business.” I said. “Tonight we are just having quiche.”

“And salad.” 1201 said with his arms still wrapped around Leslie. “There's always salad.”

“Yes, quiche and salad. Your suffering tonight will be balanced by tomorrows joy. I promise.”

“No, Sophie, let him.” my housekeeper, who had been silent all the way home, told her. “The boys will be in school. He did well today. There will be some fallout later so let's give him a feast to prepare. Leslie needs to see this as well. We'll send her a recording of the preparations. Yes, it'll be unedited. I'm sure the boys can convince her to visit. 1201 can give her his special look. I've known since you tried it on me the first day we met. Yes, it worked. Why do you think I told you about the spankings?”

“I'd be delighted to join you.” Leslie said. “I believe I will be finished at four tomorrow afternoon.”

“Good. Come straight over. The boys, Tracy and me will be here.” my housekeeper said. “Let's get dinner started before you go upstairs. Thanks for the offer, Leslie, but he needs to cook and is the best there is. Tracy will babysit him so he doesn't get hurt.”

“I'd love your company, Leslie.” Tracy told her. “You'll get a sneak peek of the chaos our master chef can wreak when he is distracted.”

After the ordeal of lunch there was no shortage of chaos. Tracy saved the eggs. Leslie saved the milk, cheese and rolling pin from hitting the floor. Tracy agreed it was miraculous that four quiche looking that good could arise from all that chaos. What now? OK we can do some more vegetables if you think that might not be enough even with the salad. Maple glazed carrots and Italian peas will be fine. Twenty minutes is enough time to view the upstairs if you save the playroom for later. I'll watch the quiche as closely as you watch the boys' butts. Shoo! Go! Get! I know how to cut carrots. You can cook them when you are done. Boys, we need a hand here.

“Sit and stay!” he said walking into the kitchen.

“No, we want him to go.” Tracy told him.

“I'm getting there. First you need to bring him back. Then you lead him where you want.”

“Oh, I forgot the first part. I'll remember next time.”

“Don't forget the kisses.” he told her winking at Leslie and 1201. Stepping up onto his toes he kissed me soundly on the lips. “Dogs get treats for good behavior. Pet perverts get kisses and” kiss, dramatic pause, kiss “a feel of your ass.” placing my hand onto his left cheek. “Luckily for you we all know how much he admires your tush.”

“I'll just call one of you boys over to take care of him if that's what it entails.”

He took hold of the hand resting on his ass and led me out of the kitchen. I managed to snatch my wine glass off the counter before he dragged me away. 1201 reached out for Leslie’s hand. Unthinkingly she took his hand in hers and let him lead her upstairs. Good for you I thought watching 1201 work his subtle magic. He just had to show her the bedding and explain how my housekeeper had hoped to replace the older memories with fresher, more pleasant ones. Quickly placing a DVD in the recorder he showed her a picture of the room for our first time. He paused it before it got to the intimate parts.

When we got downstairs Leslie walked silently over to my housekeeper and gave her a hug. She whispered loud enough for us all to hear “You are a very special person and if he ever doubts how lucky he is to have you I will whip his ass every day for a week. Then I will hand the paddle to a certain young man and let him take over for as long as he wants.” Perhaps you need to frame a picture of it Sophie told her son when he explained what had brought that comment on. Tracy told Sophie and J it looked like they'd picked the perfect therapist. We might want to get you safely back into the kitchen to finish the sides Tracy suggested. The quiche came out five minutes ago.

Ten minutes later I popped the quiche back into the still warm oven to warm up a little bit. Then I finally decided we had enough food. Profiteroles were our dessert. Quick, easy and light. Leslie helped whip some cream while I melted some chocolate. The salad is on the table. We've got the rest, thank you. Go top up everybody's glass. A hand would be great getting your pet pervert out the kitchen. Serves us right for taking him to the lunch. Which of you boy boys plays nurse tonight? Both of us. We figured today would be really hard on him and decided to double team him.

“The sooner the boys get started nursing you the better.” my housekeeper said after dinner. “We'll tidy up while you and the boys show Leslie the playroom. I'm pretty certain they won't mind you joining them Catherine although you might wish you hadn't.”

Leslie took the spanking implements and manacles in her stride. Catherine wasn't in the least bit discomforted. They were both impressed by the quantity. 1201 explained the rings were to secure the mystery items she'd heard so much about. The boys tried to talk Catherine out of seeing what was behind the doors without success.

“Very clever.” Leslie said watching 1201 set up some of the stocks and showing how many different ways they could be secured.

“Why does this one only have one small hole in it?” Catherine asked.

“My guess would be genital stocks.” Leslie told her. “Am I right?”

“Yes” 1201 told her. “Those go on the front. The wider ones are for the back of the thighs.”

“What is the purpose?” Catherine asked.

“Teasing and tormenting.” 1201 said. “When your hands and legs are secured so tightly you have only an inch or two of wriggle room there is very little relief when somebody is tickling, licking and kissing your genitals for a long period of time.”

“Especially when they take breaks.” he added. “The more ticklish you are the more you suffer.”

“I think I'll go get another glass of wine.” Catherine said after a few minutes imagining what we were describing.

“You've both experienced it?” Leslie asked the boys.

“No, I haven't.” 1201 answered. “I've just had it explained. Gramps said I have to become reacquainted with gentleness and right now it would be too big a shock to me.”

“Insightful of him. How is Gramps reintroducing you to gentleness?”

“He is slowly reducing the length and severity of my maintenance spankings. I ask for one every ten days or so.”

“What about you?” Leslie asked him. “Have you experienced that torture?”

“Not that specific one.” he said. “Last night I wore the one behind my thighs and was tickled with a feather from my feet to my hips. Gramps took pity on me and let me off lightly.”

“Didn't look too light from where I was sitting.” Adam shared. “You were drenched in sweat and your body was quivering.”

“That was just the emotions. Besides I got to experience the healing power of love. That made it all worthwhile. I understand so much I'm certain I'll do better the next time.”

“What about you, Gramps? Have you experienced it?”

“Yes, quite often.”

“Who with?” 1201 asked curiously.

“Nobody.” he said guessing. “You do it to yourself and time it to mark you progress.”

“How did you know?” Leslie asked him.

“Last night when I learned the lesson Gramps broke down and cried. Really, really cried like his heart was breaking. He'd never ask somebody to risk the emotional pain if the person you tortured never got the lesson. The closest he comes to this is allowing you to spank him. Last night he somehow managed to set me completely free even though I was secured with shackles, scarves and stocks. Then he drove me even further away with the torture. The wait between when he said 'Gramps' and my answer must have seemed much longer than it was. We all know how relieved he was with my answer.”

“Looks like I should be paying you guys for all you will teach me.” Leslie told us. “I think I need another glass of wine as well.”

The boys said they were OK putting things back in order and urged us to leave. They're up to no good in there I told Leslie. Planning and scheming some revenge for my kindness in coming up with a new, more pleasant alarm clock. You don't really mind that much do you? No, it gives me insight into how they are progressing. Everything I've been taught says you are evil incarnate yet all the people around you care for you so deeply. I have only known you for a few hours and all I want to do is hug you.

Go ahead Tracy told her hearing the last comment. Kiss his cheek if you really want him to blush. When you are done playing with Gramps those two glasses of wine are for the two of you. Catherine was pretty confident you'd need them. She poured them when she came downstairs. Did you learn what you needed? More.

“Rules? There are no rules for a feast.” I protested hearing my housekeeper and the moms talking about tomorrow's dinner.

“OK, let's call them guidelines to avoid me blistering your ass.” he said from the foot of the stairs. “I don't kick up too much of a fuss when you create structure for me, do I? Then you can live within a little structure yourself. Besides if we left you with free reign you'd go completely overboard because your heart is so big. We'd be uncomfortable with all you'd done and nobody would enjoy the feast anyways. How much would you spend if we left it in your hands?”

“I don't know. A thousand has a nice ring to it.” I suggested.

“Wait a minute.” J told him. “What's that thousand for?”

“Um, er ambiance.”

“Sounds like an awful lot of ambiance to me. J said that thousand so I assume there's more.” he said. “What does he mean when he says ambiance, J?”

“Candles, flowers, chocolates, new table linens and a small gift on each plate.”

“A thousand and we haven't even gotten to food or drink. J, what would your guess be for the food and drink?”

“Anywhere from another $1 500 to $2 000.”

“Feasting is by definition over the top.” I tried.

“Look around and tell me you see anybody who looks comfortable at the thought of you spending $3 000 on the meal.” he asked. “The only good thing is I think Leslie finally realizes the extent of how much work we need to do. What budget are you willing to give him, Mom?”

“A tenth of that.” Sophie declared.

“Would you be comfortable with $400?” he asked her. “Thank you. Tracy can you supervise tomorrow? No, Gramps, we are not going to leave you alone. I'd like to celebrate with the others not spend it upstairs spanking you. You will have free range to choose the menu, flowers, candles and anything else you want provided you don't spend a single penny more than $400 including tips. Tracy will pay for everything. There is plenty of meat in the kitchen and staples in the mechanical room to help keep the cost down.

Will everybody here be attending tomorrow? Good. 1201 has somebody he'd like to invite. Tracy will be here to keep you from harm in all ways. Now that your butt has healed I'm sure she'd love you to misbehave. For every spanking she has to give you I will give you three more and we will use stocks.”

“Thank you, Leslie, he is a good boy.” Sophie said. “I think Gramps is regretting bringing the boys out of their shell. 1201 gives a really good scolding and they wouldn't let us see how badly my son blistered Gramps' ass. Flatly refused us even a peek and it's such a cute butt as you know. My son has asked for some pointers in reigning Gramps in so if you want to take him aside at any time to offer advice I'm sure he'd welcome it.”

“Yes, I would.” he told Leslie. “I'd much rather whip his ass for pleasure. Right now I don't know what else to do. Gramps will behave because he doesn't want to risk me going even further with spanking him than I did on Saturday. I don't think I can explain it quite as well as our lovely housekeeper. She knew exactly what to say to me the next morning. Tomorrow afternoon you can chat with her about it. 1201 will also have some insights to share.”

“Behave tomorrow.” my housekeeper warned me. “I'd rather not have to go through that again with him so soon.”

“Didn't you like bouncing a naked me on your knee?” he asked with a mock sniffle. “Tracy said she was glad I hadn't gotten dressed when she entered the room.”

“She did, did she?” Sophie said. “I think I ought to have another chat with Tracy about those grandchildren you promised me.”

“Tracy entered after I'd helped you get yourself together a little.” my housekeeper said after the laughter subsided. “Thank the gods you insisted on seeing what you had done and your anger took care of the rest of your healing.”

“Looks like Gramps is bringing them out of more than just their shell.” Catherine said. “He's bringing them out of their clothing as well.”

“Is that such a bad thing, Catherine?” 1201 asked.

“Even at the risk of causing offense I'd have to say absolutely not.”

“No offense taken.” Amanda said. “We think they look cute naked as well, don't we Gramps?”

“Humph” he said. “Gramps only ever sees us naked even when we've got clothes on so there's no point in asking him.”

“Speaking of the boys naked I think it is approaching their bedtime.” Sophie said. “Let's start saying our good nights.”

“Why is it, 1201, everybody talks about our nudity,” he said “when we all know that same person will be doing an equally vigorous cardio workout just as naked as us in a few minutes?”

“Because we're kids and us being naked is cute.” 1201 said with a straight face. “Let's face it you haven't called Gramps cute once when he's been naked.”

“That's because he isn't cute. He's hot!”

“Definitely time for us to be on our way.” Tracy stated. “I'll be here at ten tomorrow. Thankfully I have a ridiculously early class on a Friday.”

The boys took charge of our workout. Their clinical approach to it made the experience surprisingly hot. Good, 1201, we can dispense the foreplay he is already hard. How about you? Good then we are all ready. Hand me the lube please. Yes that looks perfect. I'll just sit right here. Your butt looks really cute from here, 1201. Give me a moment to get comfortable. I think I know just where to put this magnificent cock of his to make sitting much more enjoyable. 1201, please get him to suck you harder. I'm relying on your wriggling ass to get me off quicker. That's a start. Damn, I thought you'd turned it on. No stay there. I'll turn it on.

Double Team of Gramps Take Two. Don't just suck the cum out of him, scoundrel, suck those balls of 1201 out of their sacks along with his cum. Both him and his balls will bounce back I'm sure. Harder, scoundrel. Here I'll show you how much force I mean. Oops, did I bruise your balls slamming my ass down like that? Your own fault for making me have to demonstrate. I liked it though. Apologies to your balls but slamming down is so very good I think I'll keep it up for a while. Can you keep your end up for several minutes, scoundrel? Do the best you can. Talking to your lover with a mouthful of his friend's cock sounds just like talking to your dentist with all those other hard implements in your mouth.

Are you done for now, 1201? Scoot your ass back. I'm about ready to blow and it will be easier on the scoundrel to lick my cum off your ass than his own stomach. Nearly there. So close. Closer. Closer. One, slam, two, slam, fuck yes! Ugh! Yeah! Phew. We need to use him like this more often. Turn around 1201 so my pet pervert can reach his treat. The one all over your ass. My turn 1201. Would you give me a hand spreading my cheeks so I can feed my pet some of his own seed? Oh, this is so hot I'm tempted to take 1201 before we go to sleep but his ass will have to wait. Sorry 1201. I want to have lots of time with you for our first time. Yes I am as bad as Gramps but he was my teacher. Let's reward him with a shower before we go to sleep. Good night, scoundrel. Kiss. Good night, Gramps. Kiss.

Turnabout isn't fair play when I'm on the receiving end I told them. They'd turned the tables on my by waking up while I was dozing and cuffing my wrists to the headboard. A combination of long and short straps kept my legs tight together. I couldn't see the clock so the wait seemed to last forever. The boys insisted on waiting until six before turning on the vibrator. 1201 took up position on my chest and bravely fed me his cock moments before his accomplice turned on the toy. Adam's cock muffled my yelp as pleasure burst inside of me. Somehow 1201 managed to keep his position on my chest long enough to feed me his load. Shortly afterward his accomplice was filling my mouth with his seed. By letting 1201 feed me first and cumming with his usual first orgasm of the day quickness it was like being fed a continuous stream of two loads. Apart from the torment below my waist it was a great start to the day.

Both boys took up position to watch the explosion. Neither helped me out in the least by fondling or licking my cock. I writhed and writhed and writhed. Keeping a close eye on the progress of my balls 1201 raised my cock between two fingertips. Lying flat on my back with my cock pointing heavenward we all waited. Their exclamations of awe at my explosion and the heights reached by my cum would have been flattering if I'd been in any state to pay attention. The pleasure had drawn my awareness down and in like a whirlpool with its tip on my nuts. While my cum headed towards the ceiling I was locked in my body.

A good thirty minutes of fondling, kissing and sucking on a variety of body parts was required before I felt able to walk. Yes, you got me good I conceded as I walked towards the bathroom. Truce? Fuck no. I want revenge. Lots of revenge. This war is just beginning. We did offer. Salve your conscience anyway you want even if it is with spurious peace pacts. Who's ass am I fucking in the shower today? 1201 get that ass pointing upwards. You mean. Yes. No fair. You're right it isn't fair. Now get that cock in my mouth. This time he got to withdraw from my mouth after feeding me his cum before I started pumping my seed into 1201.

Fancy oatmeal with a slug of Scotch for the adults and heavy cream with nuts all round. There's no getting heavy cream without nuts being present is there 1201? Why Sherlock how very observant of you. Have you noticed it always seems to be heavy nuts? Yes, I have dear Watson. Gramps you seem to be blushing. Was it something the boys said or rather fed you? You only have yourself to blame serving a breakfast like this when we all know how you start your day. Three servings of cream before his first bowl of oatmeal. That's quite impressive. Would you like a fourth serving, Gramps? Amanda you are not helping by encouraging these knaves with your lascivious talk. They laughed. I blushed.

“No I won't agree to you having another $100 for tonight.” Amanda said as the boys rode off. “Sophie would take a crash course in paddling from Adam with me as the practice dummy. You have meat and staples and the CSA delivers produce today. You have more than enough for the feast. Best get planning. Tracy will be here soon. Stop sulking or I will treat your sulk to a large dose of thank you kisses. What for? Let's start with all you have done for Adam.”

“You mean the corrupting?”

“Yes you could call it corrupting and if corrupting means helping him get in touch with who he is and being at peace with all of who he is then I'll take it any day. Far better than just another cardboard cut out from the mill of society via the schools, TV and orthodox religion. Please keep corrupting.

Why do us moms allow our boys to stay with you when we know you are having sex? Adam has told me everything you have ever done. I take it as a rare honor he feels comfortable enough to share it with me. He talks about his emotions. The desires for the spankings. Why he believes he needs them. Your thoughts on how he can be free of needing them and merely wanting them. I know my son's shadow side and one day this understanding may allow me to confront my own. When that day dawns it is your door I will knock on with my paddle.

We love and trust you to have the boy's best interests at heart. You will deny yourself anything if you felt it best for the boys. I know you give them more of your self than us moms. We don't own as much of our self as you do. One day we might. This isn't about how much you give it is about giving all you have to give. All three of us do that. And in that we all give equal measure. You haven't needed even a full week with either of them to bring out the best in both boys. The buttons you press are more than the ones that excite physically. How you do it I don't know. I cannot buy that bumbling absent-minded professor facade any more than the boys do. You never miss the mark.”

“I missed it with J”

“No, you didn't.” Tracy said stepping out into plain sight. “Sorry, for listening in but I didn't want to interrupt. J needed to learn to stand up for himself and on his own two feet. This is why you gave him so much of your self. Far more than anybody else has ever been given. I may not be able to say that a month from now but at this time it is true. When you offer it to him then you will offer more than you did to J. That's what Amanda meant when she said you will deny yourself anything. Even J.”

“How do you know I never misread J or simply made a mistake in offering too much?”

“J figured it out. He had a lot of time to think about it. The other night on the ride home Sophie asked if she was a bad mom leaving her son with you. J shared his insights and asked how it could be wrong when he was with somebody who had loved him enough to let him hate him for months. You trusted J to work through it just like you trusted him not to go too far when he spanked you. This trust allowed you to suffer the effects of that whipping when everybody else thought you had let it go too far. J explained it to us as well. He's good to have around.”

“Are we agreed you can drop the role of absent-minded bumbling professor and allow us to see the real you?” Amanda asked.

“I've been playing that role for so long I feel it is expected by too many people for me to stop. “ I told them honestly.

“I can understand. I feel that way at a family get-together. My role is that of drunk village idiot.” Tracy said. “I think Amanda will accept your promise to work on it with Leslie and him. We will have a chat with Leslie and him this afternoon. Tomorrow is your first official therapy session so you can begin letting go of it then. Are we all agreed? Good then let's celebrate with some coffee.”

“Irish coffee if you've left any cream for us.” Amanda said as we headed toward the elevator. “We had fancy Scottish oats for breakfast. Well us adults did. The boys settled for nuts and heavy cream. Of course they cast all sorts of innuendos. Especially since their days start with lots of oral sex first thing.”

“Lucky boys.” Tracy said with a sigh. “So did you leave us any cream? Good. Irish coffees it is. Then we will work on the feast.”

“And I will go to work for the morning. Call me if you need anything later. I will be done at 1.” Amanda told us. “Thanks for the Irish coffee. My workers will thank you for sending me to them so happy.”

After some debate Tracy agreed to exclude the usual run-of-the-mill items that would normally be in the apartment from the budget. I may only have saved about $20 but it made a significant difference in the flowers. Tracy called Amanda and asked if she wouldn't mind collecting the flowers on the way home. J is going to join us for lunch so I'll have him fetch you from work on the way over and you can bring the flowers. Easier than trying to get them here on the bus. We'll have enough for you to join us for lunch. Speaking of lunch I'd best get him in the kitchen and do my babysitting stint. I think he's doing grilled veggie pizzas for lunch.

“What's he upset about?” J asked when they arrived. “Blown the budget on these lovely flowers, has he?”

“No, he's trying to figure out how he can get new linens for tonight.” Tracy said. “I think he looks so cute struggling there with those numbers. Sometimes I have to remind him to breathe.”

“Come with me Tracy.” J told her. “Amanda would you mind setting out lunch. We'll need about ten minutes. Ask him to join you in a glass of wine.”

Curious Tracy followed J to a closet hidden from view behind the staircase. J slowly opened the closet and reached into the back. Then he loaded a large quantity of table linens into Tracy's arms. They crept up the stairs with their contraband while Gramps was in the kitchen opening some wine for lunch.

“These are exquisite.” Tracy said admiring the linens. “Why's he looking to buy new stuff?”

“He thinks every special event needs new linens.” J told her. “I chose the ones from the back because they'll have been there for at least a year. Which set do you think we ought to use? Would you please get the gift wrap from the hall closet? Leave the extra linens in there for now.”

“What's got you stumped, Gramps?” J asked after we had all dished up a second slice of pizza.

“My budget won't allow for suitable table linens.” I declared mournfully.

“Do you think you'd be able to sleep tonight if we worked around those very tight restrictions they put on you?” J asked while winking at the ladies. “I know you are a stickler for the rules and I'd hate to get us both spanked but I just might have a way around the budget.”

“This is purely hypothetical I presume?” I said. “Tracy has his permission to take me over her knees. However, both she and Amanda can act as adjudicators if we were to go from hypothetical to actual.”

“You're right.” J said. “Right now it is mere conjecture and we'd need to get judge Tracy to OK it before we proceeded. We all know this is a celebration of new beginnings for the ladies. One of whom has been kind enough to let me stay over a night or two. I thought I'd like to contribute something that would not only add to tonight but as a way of thanking you for opening your door to me again. I was here long enough to know how much you like a new set of table linens for every occasion and would be honored if you used these.”

“What do you think Tracey?” I asked her as I took the parcel from J.

“We have paid for almost everything on your list and you are within the budget.' Tracy said pretending to give the matter serious thought. “The gift is from J who has assured me he got it at a very good price. They may not be the latest fashion so if Amanda is OK with it I'm happy for you to accept the gift.”

“That all depends on how much of Gramps' influence has rubbed off on J.” Amanda said seriously. She'd been told of the plan during a trip to the kitchen for more wine. “Promise me you never blew your budget or put them on credit?”

“I promise.” J said solemnly placing his hand on his heart.

“Then provided Gramps likes them and thinks them fitting for tonight I think it will be fine to accept the gift.” Amanda said playing her part perfectly. “Go on. Stop wasting time. No wonder he complains about you falling asleep on the job. Open the gift. I'm as curious as you.”

“They're beautiful.” I said when I saw them. Leaning forward I gave J a kiss. “Good quality fabric never goes out of fashion in this home. You must have got them at a good price. These usually cost a fortune.”

“They were a steal.” J said quite calmly. “More wine anybody?”

“I'll go run them through the washer and dryer to freshen them up.” Tracy said kissing my cheek. “That's for asking before accepting. I think we might all be getting the hang of how things work around here. He may be a little disappointed to discover he has no reason for locking you in the stocks when he gets home.”

“He doesn't need a reason. All he has to do is ask.”

“Does he know that?” Amanda asked.

“That's how he got me in them on Saturday. Yes, 1201 knows he has but to ask as well. One day 1201 will ask.”

“Let's hope it isn't too soon.” Amanda said with a shudder. “There is a lot of anger and rage in him from his dad walking out.”

“Whenever 1201 asks I will be ready. That may be the only way for him to free himself from that energy. “

“There's no reason for you to risk serious injury. He can spank a pillow.”

“No, it needs to be an older man. We won't be alone. Besides I trust 1201 completely. He won't go too far.”

“Who'll be there?”

“He will be there and I'll arrange for the nurses to visit the next morning. I promise. Don't worry about the physical pain. I have a trick up my sleeve.”

“Huh, like you'll have any sleeves on at the time.” Tracy proclaimed. “For guys who take forever to get dressed you sure can lose your clothing fast.”

“That's because they wait until they are naked to fondle each other. When getting dressed it means the fondling must end first.” J revealed.

“That make sense.” Amanda said. “Hello, boys, how was school?”

Okay and fine were all we got. Tracy proclaimed me innocent of any infractions. There's leftover pizza. We thought there would be three of you? That's kind of you to wait until he has seen his sister safely home. We don't want you walking to meet him alone. Gramps needs some fresh air so let's take him for a walk and if we happen to bump into your friend that will be a wonderful coincidence.

I was taking my pet pervert for a walk. Pure coincidence we happened to be using the same route you'd take to our apartments. Nice fake surprise 1201. Introductions were made between us and the very cute boy I'd seen Adam talking to at the luncheon yesterday. Hush, J. They know better than to dangle a cute lad like him within my reach. The boys wouldn't have done it if they didn't want me to kiss his cheek. I just don't think they thought you would kiss each cheek five times though. Better look after him boys or he'll be the main course at dinner if our degenerate chef has anything to do with it. A good thing you had them greet in public Tracy added. We thought it might be the boys said smiling. Sit and stay. Swat. Sit and stay. Home.

We've got him to agree to a plan of action that will make sit and stay easier. When Leslie gets here we will tell you both about it. Sorry about the short notice but your first session is tomorrow morning. Leslie decided it couldn't wait after hearing how much he'd have spent on dinner. She'd have had him in the office today if he wasn't our chef. Thank you, Amanda. Tomorrow morning will be perfect. That solves how we could get him out on his own for an hour tomorrow morning. Since we are in public do you mind if I prevent him from getting arrested by placing his hand on my ass? Thank you, for offering your cute butt, J, I was wondering how to get around that. The twitching was getting quite pronounced. You boys are quite cruel. Whatever do you mean? We're angels according to my mom.

“Eat at the coffee table, please.” Tracy told the boys as her and J entered with the table linens. “We need to set the table. Set those on a chair and pull out the extension, please, J.”

“How did you afford these on the budget?” he asked me.

“They were a git from J.” Tracy said. “Approved by me and Amanda before he accepted them. J will tell you how much he paid later. It's rude to mention the price in front of the receiver of the gift.”

“An absolute steal.” Amanda said before rushing to answer the door.

“Why's she laughing?” I asked.

“The excitement of the night is getting to her.” J told us.

“Getting to the three of you. You're smirking as well. Hello Leslie. Thank you for the bottle of wine. Let's retreat to the kitchen and leave the gaggle of grinners to get things in order out here.”

“Smells great.” Leslie said when we entered the kitchen with Amanda. “What's on the menu or is it a secret?”

“No sense in trying to keep it a secret when there is a never-ending stream of babysitters in the kitchen.” I complained.

“Be nice.” he said reaching up to pull my head down by my ear and kissing me soundly on the lips. “You need babysitting. Leslie is here to help you get free of us babysitters.”

“Er, you can let go of my ear now. I have cooking to do.”

“In a moment. Once the other two have put their plates in the dishwasher they want to thank you for the great pizza. Go ahead. He won't bite. Trust me. I've tried everything I know to get bitten by him. Leslie and Amanda can catch him when he swoons from delight at your kiss so go ahead. One more from me and you can resume cooking.”

“That wasn't a smart thing to do to him in the kitchen.” Amanda told the boys.

“We had to Mom.” 1201 said. “All Gramps could think about was our friend. Morgan was happy help us out by giving Gramps a kiss and thanking him for allowing him to join us. Now he can stop wondering what it's like to kiss Morgan on the lips. Gramps will go out of his way now to make dinner even more special. You all owe Morgan a thank you kiss or two.”

“Won't Morgan find that embarrassing?” Leslie asked.

“We hope so.” 1201 said running to catch up with his friends.

“About the menu?” Leslie tried again.

“Carrot and dill soup. Roast leg of lamb served with cauliflower in a three cheese sauce, sauteed spinach with garlic and onion, roast potatoes with herbs and a fresh green salad. Blackberry turnovers and chocolate mousse for dessert. The usual snacks of cheese and crackers, dips and chips, falafel and toasted pita bread. I think I made some humus this morning. Do you think it's enough or should I whip up some mini pizzas?”

“How many servings did you prepare?”

“Eighteen. Not enough? I can double the vegetables.”

“You've already cooked enough for almost twice as many guests. So you can stop now.” Leslie told me. “Breathe. I said stop.”

“Allow me, Leslie.” Amanda said. “Sit and stay! Breathe. Stay I said. Carry on, Leslie.”

“Remarkable. Who taught you that trick?”

“His owner. Who will be happy to help us out if he gives us any more trouble.”

“Breathe deeper.” Leslie continued. “Close your eyes if it helps you stop fidgeting. How can he stand absolutely motionless while being spanked and I can't get him to stop for three minutes in the kitchen. Would you let him know we need a hand with his pet pervert?”

“Anybody out there know how to stop a pet pervert from fidgeting?” Amanda said poking her head out the doorway.

“How can I help, Amanda?” he asked. “Sorry, what is it you need Leslie? You want him to center himself by letting go of everything and breathing for three minutes. Would you mind if we made that five minutes? I charge a two-third fee for calming pet perverts. Touch that spatula and Morgan will watch you being spanked with it. Do you really want that to be the first time he sees your cute ass?

We are all friends here. We don't mind chatting and hanging out together so dinner can be served at any time. You love us too much to mess anything up. Tracy will bring the snacks out in a few minutes. There is something I want you to do for me. Two things actually. Hug me. Keep your eyes closed. Now fondle my ass. Breathe deeply. Five minutes is all I ask. Amanda will keep time. Breathe. Squeeze. Breathe. Squeeze.”

“A little unorthodox but the result's incredible.” Leslie said watching a twelve year old boy's ass being fondled by a man old enough to be his dad. “Let's reward him by having a glass of wine ready.”

“Trying to get him drunk, eh?” Amanda said with a wink.

“Unless you have a stash of at least fifteen bottles we won't get him drunk. His body is using up so much nervous energy it will take a lot of alcohol just to mellow him out. This will just take the edge of. I know he won't touch any pharmaceutical for any reason.”

“Time.” Amanda said accepting her glass.

“I'll take a kiss or two.” he said. “Thank you, I really needed that. Morgan is eating here for the first time. Try not embarrass us with the usual swill you serve. Let's try something new and serve it while it's hot.”

“Swill? Hot? I'll give you hot. There's never a spatula close at hand when you need to swat a scurvy knave's ass.”

“Happy to help ladies but I'd best go join my co-conspirators. Tracy would you lend Amanda a hand in bringing out the snacks? It's not safe for me in there right now.”

The usual kitchen mayhem ensued for another hour. Amanda saved the soup pot from being upended. She kept the butter from falling. Pointed me towards the right skillet at the right time. Handed me the shredded cheeses and cream for the cauliflower in cheese sauce.

“That's enough.” Leslie suddenly declared. “Amanda go sit down for ten minutes. You can send Sophie in to cover for you if you feel the need. What are you doing tasting that soup again?” Swat! Swat! Swat! “Let me taste it. Now. Hand over that spoon. This is incredible. Touch it again and Morgan will see your ass for the first time being soundly spanked by me. Get on with the cauliflower. Are you sure it's ready? You haven't tasted it more than six times.” Smack! Smack!“Set it in the oven to keep warm and move on to the greens.”

“I'll send Sophie in. She'll enjoy the show.”

“No, you can't wash the dishes. I've seen more than enough. The boys will be happy to clean up behind you and even clean up your behind if I ask. Not a murmur or I'll warm you up beforehand. Bully? Yes, I am. No, I won't stop. Look around you and tell me what you see? Nothing. That's right. Because it is all ready.

Sophie will slice the bread. I'd love a sample thank you. Very good. This must be yours it is so good. None of us is putting a knife in your hand. Rubbish! The meat will be so tender it will fall of the bone if half of what I've heard is true.

Ah, Tracy, will you accept responsibility for putting the turnovers in the oven in about thirty minutes? This old coot is banished from the kitchen. You can go tell the boys it's time for them to clean up in here. I'll prepare a plate of snacks for you before your housekeeper clears the table and you can enjoy them with your wine on the couch. Be good and I may allow one of the boys to snuggle with you for a few minutes before we eat. Don't bother to pour it into my glass, Tracy, after watching him for a couple of hours in here I'll just take the bottle. You woman are saints. How you do this every day is beyond me.”

“Short spells.” Tray said. “We switch out even if we think we can go longer. You set a record and only had to give him a half dozen or so smacks. Must be all those years of training.”

“What are you boys smirking at?” Leslie said on the way out. She swatted 1201's ass in passing. He laughed and set about cleaning the kitchen.

Ten minutes later Leslie led Morgan over to where I was sitting on the couch. The boys had decided since he was a guest tonight he should get off pre-dinner dishes. They were going to let him off dishes altogether but he protested. Something about them not leaving him alone with Gramps. Morgan can snuggle with you while I work out if that is a reward or punishment. Let me hold your plate Morgan said after settling against me. I think there's something else you'd rather be holding. Go ahead. I'm the one who should be shy. There that isn't so bad now, is it? I won't break if you squeeze a little harder. Or a lot harder. I hope they don't rush to bring dinner out.

When my mind finally settled I found myself being fed snacks by a lovely young boy who had an ass that fitted perfectly into my hand. The other two boys came over to fetch us. They kissed us both on the cheek before pulling us gently up onto our feet. The table was spectacular. Candles and flowers were everywhere. Sitting between him and Morgan in the soft candlelight I felt quite at peace. Even though my place was the only one without a knife. This peacefulness lasted until the soup was served. Salt I exclaimed without thinking. A pinch more. Knew there was something missing. Ouch! You smacked my head. Ouch! A nod from him in Morgan's direction and the cute young whippersnapper swatted the back of my head. Morgan seems to be fitting right in Tracy told Catherine. That's because you people make everybody feel like a part of your family. I only did it because he was there to protect me Morgan confessed. One day he might show me how he does it. Love J told him.

“It's only soup.” I protested as the usual hoodlums started kissing my cheek. One of them mentioned something about it being very sweet of me to bake the bread myself. Catherine and Leslie didn't take long to learn this tradition. They blatantly ignored my protests. Morgan was even worse. The boys calmly kissed me full on the lips and he followed their lead. “They're corrupting him.”

“I think it's more accurate to say they are warming him up for you.” Sophie said earning high-fives and hugs from the boys. “You are definitely a deeper shade of red than usual after we're done thanking you. Was it something I said?”

This being a special dinner of celebration the boys were allowed a glass of wine each. The boys calmly admitted they were trying to get Morgan drunk in the hopes of stealing more than a kiss. Morgan exaggeratedly grabbed onto my arm asking me to save him. My housekeeper mentioned something about out of the frying pan and into the fire.

“The only reason he'll save you,” she told him “is so he can have you all to himself.”

“You really wouldn't share him with us?” 1201 asked wiping fake tears from his eyes.

“There's hardly more than a mouthful between his top and his toes.” I explained in my defense. “What would you like me to share?”

“Well if you must know.”

“Never mind,” J said laughing. “Point those bits out to Gramps later.”

“My pleasure. Speaking of my pleasure where's dessert? I ate all my salad.”

“I think we have some turncoats present, Amanda.” Sophie said looking at the desserts on the table. “I find it hard to imagine Gramps was lucky enough to guess what our favorite desserts are.”

“A second helping might just put me in a forgiving mood.” Amanda said. “Gramps won't suffer our thanks alone this time.”

“No he won't. Why wait though?” Sophie said ambushing her son with a hug and a barrage of kisses on both his cheeks. 1201 didn't escape Amanda's ambush either.

“Don't worry,” J told the four of them. “we'll be happy to take care of your share of thirds.”

Surprisingly it was the moms who turned to seize their share first. We all laughed as we ate one dessert too many. Monopoly became a battle of the sexes. I was confident he would see us through. This confidence was starting to dissolve under the skillful play of Leslie. The rest of us soon realized it was between these two so we eased back to enjoy the show. Making the best of the shadows cast by the candles I let my hands find their way to Morgan's and 1201's asses.

A time limit had been set on the Monopoly game because the moms had appointments in the morning and we needed to be ready for our ten o'clock appointment. Amanda called five minutes with his piece one square from passing Go. After three minutes being lost in thought he looked up at me.

“Despite the distractions placed in your hands wouldn't you agree we are pretty even, Gramps?” he asked.

“Dead even would be my guess.”

“Thirty seconds.” Amanda said. “Time! Lay down the dice and count your money.”

“You would have won if you'd collected $200 from passing go.” Leslie told him afterward. “You were right next to it so you would have made it and you own all the properties in that stretch so there was no risk of losing any money. Why didn't you roll the dice.”

“The wine got to me.” he told her calmly.

“You're as bad as him. I ought to smack you as well. And as for you I recall when asked you told him we were dead even. He trusted you answer. Never flinched. Was this just because you trust him so much?”

“I do love and trust him without reservation. This time I knew I could rely on Gramps' agility with figures. I wouldn't be surprised if he could tell you exactly how much we each had when the others left it to us.”

“Then why were you leaning of a piece of paper earlier?” Tracy asked. “Keeping track of a four hundred dollar budget is nothing to keeping score of a Monopoly game.”

“This is the last day he gets to spend with the absent-minded professor.” Amanda said. “Now's as good a time as any to let the two of them know what we decided on earlier.”

“You ladies realize I have no excuse for keeping my own facade now, don't you?” he asked them when they had finished recounting our chat.

“What did he tell you in the park?” Sophie asked gently.

“To thine own self be true.” he answered. “You are indeed a scoundrel. Putting in all that effort to us being true to ourselves when you are playing a role. Looks like there will be a spanking after all tonight.”

“No, there won't or rather not that sort.” J told him firmly. “I''ll explain in a moment. First I'd like to know how you knew Gramps was so good with figures?”

“This week I asked him about a maths problem and he told me it was like the second one from three days before.” he explained. “Gramps told me I just had to substitute the four for the six and the seven for the eight. I looked back at my notes and saw he not only remembered the principles involved he also knew the numbers involved. Whenever I claimed a kiss during our game Gramps had that intense look on his face. I knew then he was really into the game or those two cute butts in his hands would have been getting more of a workout.”

“OK, I'll tell you why you won't give Gramps one of those spankings.” J told him “You boys are still learning who you are. Think of what Gramps had to go through knowing who he is and setting it aside so he didn't frighten the boys he helped. You, in particular, are way too insightful for your own good. Now if he managed to scare me away with the love he offered me while burying most of his brilliance do you honestly think any of us would ever have approached him or spent much time around him without those dampers on? This is why he asked for the three weeks. He needs some time to drop his guard or shed the role. Whatever you want to call it. Gramps isn't worried about you walking out on the grouchy professor. Whats scares him beyond our comprehension is having to play this role forever to keep you in his life.”

“The scoundrel would do it, wouldn't he? We're waiting for an answer.”

“Yes, I would. A life lived with you would leave me fulfilled so no need to worry about Gramps.” I told him.

“I said after a few days of meeting you that you were the most honest man I'd ever met and I couldn't believe a word you said.” he reminded me. “Keeping yourself squelched would cause you pain every single day because you would know you weren't living a life of complete integrity. You are compromising your own personal code of honor. This is a pain you can live with now because you tell yourself it is for the good of the boys you help. One day you will be too old for the boys to consider approaching and finally be able to drop the role.

What seems to have slipped your mind is how us boys might feel about being the cause of your pain? No matter how well intentioned it isn't possible for me to allow myself to be the cause of you living a compromised life by your own standards. No, I'm not saying I am leaving. Get used to having me around. What I'm saying is the absent-minded, way too gentle old coot Gramps is going to pass on tomorrow. 1201 will you send out the invitations tomorrow to the wake while we're with Leslie? Thank you.

J does have a valid point. Even now with all those dampers in place I worry every day about living up to half the standard Gramps sets.”

“Half?” 1201 interrupted. “I'll consider it a miracle to make it to one-tenth but I'm not as bright as you.”

“Hogwash, 1201.” he continued. “The same rules for Gramps apply to you belittling yourself. Keep on making those comments and I'll rush your acquaintance with gentleness this weekend. Leslie, do you think you will be able to help us? How can we balance integrity with dampers?”

“Let me think about it tonight.” she told him. “The first thought I had was expression.”

“Then go with that thought and you'll have a solution for us tomorrow.” he assured her.

“You sound confident? Another insight?”

“No,” 1201 told her quickly hoping to spare his friend from remembering those painful moments. “it's the method Gramps used the other night during the teasing.”

“Go on.” Leslie urged him. “This will help me tomorrow.”

“Go ahead, 1201, we trust you to explain it to them just as good, if not better, than us.” he told his friend. “Thank you for your kindness but I'm OK with what happened now.”

“Let's pause for a fresh round of drinks.” my housekeeper suggested. “1201 can gather this thoughts and I think the rest of us will need a drink. Anybody want something stronger than wine?”

“Gramps will need a brandy. A double.” 1201 told them.

“I'll take one of them as well. When it comes to those antics it's best to follow 1201's advice.” Sophie said. “My son has decided to drive me to drink. Was it as bad as the spanking?”

“For Gramps it was way worse.” 1201 told her. “He had nightmares and didn't get much sleep. That's how we were able to get our revenge and wake him up with his special alarm clock.”

“Ready? Stay close to Gramps this won't be easy for him.” 1201 warned. “I don't think there's any need to go into the details of the teasing. Let's just say there was no way to escape the feather as it progressed from toes to waist. This progress was very, very slow. There was a break when we got to the knees but I'm not certain if this was a kindness or part of the torture. Finally Gramps decided he'd pushed as far as he needed.

He knelt down and asked a series of words. His captive would answer with the first thought that came to mind. Pet pervert, scoundrel, feather, uh ball stocks, balls, body, skin, muscles and then the phrase 'right now I am feeling'. The last word was Gramps. Then they went through the words all over again.”

“Brilliant but oh so dangerous.” Leslie said.

“What? My son was in danger?” Sophie exclaimed.

“No, Sophie, it was Gramps who was in danger.” Leslie told her. “Let me see if I can guess what happened the second time around. The answers were the complete opposite to what they were the first time. Anger became peacefulness. Tension became relaxation, etc. I can't guess at the answer to 'right now I'm feeling'.”

“Horny as fuck, I believe it was.” 1201 said calmly causing everybody to laugh and threats of more gentleness to be directed at him. “Well it was the second time around.”

“I don't understand.” Sophie said. “How was Gramps in danger? My son was the one tied down I assume.”

“Yes, he would have been.” J told Sophie. “This is a variation of what he did to me. First he became the cause of the torture. I assume the answers to scoundrel and pet pervert were not ones of love initially. They might have been if asked a little later which is why he asked them first when your son was caught up in the darker emotions from the teasing. The key word would have been Gramps. Despite being deliberately filled with the emotions of anger and rage your son answered with love or something similar.

This confirmed to Gramps just how much danger he is in and on the backdrop of the previous answers showed your son more clearly than ever before how much he loves Gramps. Your son could have stayed with hate or he could have walked away when faced with the immensity of his love for Gramps. I did. Why he didn't we may never know.”

“I was securely tied up at the time.” he reminded them.

“You haven't been tied down all the time.” my housekeeper told him.

“That's true.”

“Come on we're all dying to know.” Tracy said. “We may regret asking but we'll regret not asking even more. Besides how can I miss an opportunity to light Gramps up brighter than a Christmas tree. Why didn't you walk away?”

“I want to see how big my love for Gramps can grow.” he admitted to them quietly. “There hasn't been a man in my life for me to love in any way. Platonically or sexually. I've been saving it up so when a man entered my life I knew there would be a lot of love for him. One day I may even get to see how much love Gramps has for me.

I think there might be enough of it for me to coerce him into making us all milkshakes. We never got our this afternoon. You adults are looking a little pale. Be a good pet pervert and throw a shot of brandy into their milkshakes. Us boys want to stay sober so we'll settle for neat chocolate. Tracy help him up and get him moving towards the kitchen or our two young moms will get to see an expression of that sexual love I have for him.”

“My pleasure.” she said. “There's a few things I need to say to Gramps.”

“What now?” I asked. “I thought that was sweet.”

“Yes, it was but I don't have your balls to go through this sort of thing. You are either the luckiest or the bravest man in all of creation. That boy is somebody I want to keep around. Especially after hearing what 1201 said. You won't get that sort of response from me in such a position. Don't even think it. That applies to the rest of you as well.”

“Too late Tracy.” 1201 said. “The image isn't at all bad.”

“You wait your turn young man. Now that young boy who you love like no other is good for you and makes my life easier. I was warned about the challenges of being your housekeeper. The list goes on and on and on. Now somebody finally enters our world who can cause those challenges to disappear and you do that to yourselves? What possessed you to do something that stupid? How could you take the chance with him?”

“How could I not? I had to know so badly. Stop that or you'll make me cry as well.” I told her as she hugged me tight with tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Since you won't do it somebody has to do it for you.” Tracy sniffled. “Why wasn't this on the list of challenges you discussed at my interview?”

“You would never have believed me if I had told you the biggest danger was falling in love with a monster.” my housekeeper told her calmly. “Try not to get too many tears in our milkshakes. You'll dilute the alcohol.”

“Will somebody please tell me why she is crying?” I asked them. “Anybody?”

“No, we won't.” Sophie told me. “We're too busy trying to hold back our own tears. When I've gotten control of myself my son may need a pry bar to get our lips apart.”

“Milkshakes, Tracy.” I told her heading quickly towards the kitchen. “Damn, I knew I should have got a kitchen door with a lock. Make certain the first one goes to Sophie. Let's keep her lips locked around a straw. Aaargh! Too late. Instead of standing there grinning you could have gotten her under control sooner.”

“Huh, some hope.” he said with his arms wrapped around Tracy as they watched me being mercilessly assaulted. “I'm thinking of asking her to do it again it's so much fun to see you squirming. What do you think Tracy?”

“I could do with a little more time to regain my composure.” Tracy told him. “This is the second time in a day I've embarrassed myself. I'm sorry.”

“Go ahead, Mom. I need to chat with Tracy. There's no need to apologize. I'm the one who was blushing. What you said was very sweet. Thank you. I'm glad I don't make your job harder than it already is. Let us boys know if there's anything else we can do to help. I'll let you in on a secret. There's most probably going to be three of us around most days.”

“That wasn't much of a secret.” Tracy told him. “We all knew that when 1201 introduced us. Now let's rescue Gramps so we can get our milkshakes. I feel a strong need for some brandy. Did I mention I play the role of drunk idiot at family gatherings?”

“Nobody who knows you believes the idiot part. Get too drunk and you can sleep on the couch. We'll stay upstairs. I promise. Let me know if you need a hand with mom and I'll send J in.”

Sophie finally came up for air and agreed not to keep the others waiting any longer for their milkshakes. Tracy really didn't have to point out my lips weren't going anywhere. No you don't have to tell her better safe than sorry and invite her back into the kitchen. Let's get the boys in here to deliver the milkshakes to people. Yes I want to admire their butts. I need something to help me get over being assaulted.

Tracy was having none of my request they stand with their backs to me while I made the shakes. You'll make a mess of things. Anyway having them face you will give you an incentive to get the shakes done because you know you will only get to see their butts when they leave to deliver a shake. Morgan, bless him, came up with the wonderful idea of giving me a thank you kiss on behalf of the recipient of the shake. The other two were quick to join in. What Morgan and the boys realized long before me was that each recipient would insist on giving me a thank you kiss when I left the kitchen. My protest that I'd already received payment was simply ignored.

While we were having our shakes we learned more about Morgan. The most surprising thing we learned was his close ties to the school bully. They were cousins. Morgan was here in the hopes of helping gain a deeper understanding of what had caused the transformation from gentle, kind and loving to aggressive bully. Morgan was pretty certain his cousin was trying to deny he was gay. 1201 had asked Morgan, during their chemistry class, how far he was prepared to go to help his cousin? Being a passionate, quick-spoken lad Morgan had immediately said he would do anything to help his cousin. No, Morgan told us, he didn't think he was gay but if kissing another man would help him understand what his cousin was going through then he would do it. After all this way he would learn how to kiss and the girls would appreciate his skills later. 1201 had assured Morgan we had a spare bedroom he was welcome to use and nobody would put any pressure on him to do anything he wasn't ready to experience.

“That's true, Morgan.” J told him. “Gramps may be itching to get his hands on every cute teenage ass in this city but he will not force himself on anybody. He'd rather miss the opportunity to grab a cute ass than try something if he had the slightest doubt of you being open to his advances.”

“Even if he is certain you're open to his advances it can be like pulling teeth to get what you want.” he said. “I've been trying for a week now to get Gramps to sink his teeth into me without any luck. The problem is not being safe it is being too safe. Thankfully J is here to give us tips on how to work on this matter. The next time I'm alone with your cousin I may give you a hand resolving this matter if you don't mind.”

“What do you have in mind?” Morgan asked curiously.

“Good question. I'm curious as well.” Sophie said. “You've caused the boy enough trouble already.”

“Although he is bigger than me and has more muscle than I like on a guy I still find him cute.” he admitted. “Once you know that the solution is obvious.”

“What if it turns out Morgan is wrong and he's straight?” 1201 asked.

“Then I'll apologize for kissing him and promise not to breathe a word to anybody.” he said calmly. “I really don't care if the other kids know I'm bisexual so I've nothing to lose.”

“Leslie could give Morgan some ideas on what his cousin is going through if he didn't want to let Gramps kiss him for hours.” Tracy suggested.

“Yes, I could and would be willing to help.” Leslie told him. “You are being very brave in your approach to understanding what you cousin is experiencing. Can anybody think of anything requiring more courage than kissing Gramps?”

“There's..” 1201 began.

“Hush, we know where you're going and would prefer not to have that image in mind.” Catherine told him. “Let's agree to say there are few things requiring more courage.”

“Spoilsport.” 1201 told her. “Now you've ruined my fun. I think you owe me a kiss.”

“Two months ago I couldn't get a kiss from him no matter what I tried.” Amanda told us. “Now he's claiming kisses from everybody who lingers within arms reach for more than three minutes. I think Gramps deserves a kiss for this transformation.”

“Give it to 1201.” I protested without luck.

“Why the change?” he asked his friend. “I'm certain your mom is curious.”

“One day Gramps will unleash a whole lot of gentleness on me.” 1201 told us. “I figured kisses would be the best way to start getting used to more gentleness in my life. This coupled with what Gramps is doing to prepare me ought to give me at least a fifty per cent chance of surviving.”

“Admitting that may have ensured you get more kisses than you can handle from this crowd.” Tracy said. “I for one am going to enjoy plastering kisses on your cheeks at every opportunity.”

“No worries.” 1201 said calmly. “When it gets too much I'll go hide in the shower with Gramps. He seems to have as much trouble accepting it as I do. Sometimes I think he may even have trouble dishing it out.”

“That will be the day.” he said in disbelief. “Gramps has an unhealthy attachment to being gentle, kind and slow. The only time I can get him to pick up the pace is when he is angry or teaching me a lesson. Setting things up so Gramps believes I need a lesson is hard work. Fun though.”

“You've experienced both sides of Gramps so you ought to realize what brings him true pleasure.” 1201 said. “Gramps only uses the gentle, slow approach because he knows it drives you crazy. He has even suggested I adopt that approach with you. I have noticed you'll offer quite a bit for an increase in pace.”

“Traitor.” I told 1201 before the storm broke.

“What? You mean all this time you would have preferred it the way I was begging for it?” he said moving from the floor up into my lap for added effect. “Did you enjoy seeing me beg and plead and howl in frustration? There is some howling I do enjoy. That isn't it. Explain yourself, scoundrel.”

“Contrast,” I said more calmly than I was feeling “intensifies the experience and keeps you off balance. I'm certain you would have figured me out in another week or so. Right now this is all new to you. A lot of stuff is going on. You've learned the more challenging lessons. This would have become clear once we got to spend more time uh er getting to know each other.”

“So what you're having problems saying in front of my mom is I need to spend more time having sex with you to really discover what makes my pet pervert tick. A good thing the bedroom is upstairs because it will spare a lot of people embarrassment when they check in to see if we are taking meal breaks.”

“And to see if Gramps is still alive.” J said laughing. “You really were having difficulty saying more sex would have helped me realize your true tastes? Simply because Sophie is here?”

“I'm pretty certain Gramps has never had to speak about this in front of a lover's parents before.” Leslie said. “Even parents as open minded as Sophie and Amanda. Beneath his nudest, conventions-be-damned attitude our Gramps is very respectful of the role us woman have in society. That's why he allows himself to be woken by a crop wielding housekeeper. What other reason could there be for him allowing Tracy to drag him through town by the ear? Catherine will have this same power he gives you ladies. I'm letting you know because if you are aware of the huge amount of power you have in his world then you are less likely to abuse it.”

“Refreshing as it is to have a man grant a woman this power nowadays why has he given us so much?” Sophie asked her.

“Because he believes that no matter how much power he gives you it cannot equal the trust you have placed in him by allowing your sons to be with him and share so much with him. Any chance of another round of milkshakes before we call it a night?”

“Yes, she's right.” I told Tracy as we headed off to make another round of milkshakes. “I know you haven't given me your son to nurture and help grow but you have respected what takes place between me and the boys. You have done a whole lot to ensure we are all well cared for. Even me for some strange reason. What else can I give you in return for your kindness? What do I give the pretty young lady over there who has put up with me and helped J for the past four years? I think you know if I could think of something to buy that I felt would be of equal value I would have done this long ago. A good thing my housekeeper was smart enough to figure out what I was doing early on in our relationship otherwise she'd have little respect for me now.”

“Then what do you plan on giving him for all he has offered you?” Tracy asked curiously.

“What I haven't given to anybody else. Something I hope he will find worthy of the honor and trust he has given me. Provided I can find that impressive set of balls you have endowed me with I plan on letting him see me completely exposed without any dampers or walls or facades of any sort between us. Do you think he will find it a somewhat suitable gift? After we've given Leslie time to polish it a bit and shape it into something pleasing to the eye. Something less frightening to a boy of his tender years.”

“How can I give you an answer without seeing the gift first?”

“Oh no you don't, Tracy.” he said having sneaked up quietly behind us. “There is no way anybody is getting a sneak peek at that gift before me. I will tell you now, for the cost of a milkshake, that I will find it somewhat suitable. Maybe even considerably more than somewhat suitable but I won't go that far until I have spent more time between the sheets getting to know my pet pervert a whole lot better. Purely at his insistence. I want it placed on the record this was his idea. Of course in order to find out how generous you really are in sharing your gifts I will need to invite a couple of friends to join us for some of this getting to know you time. I'm certain you will find them pleasing to the eye. I do. You don't mind if I make certain promises on your behalf to entice one of those boys into bed? Reassurances to overcome his reluctance to leap right in or to let you right in.”

“These promises wouldn't just happen to be things you'd like to experience would they?” I asked with a smile.

“This lovely boy may share a common desire or two with me but it would be purely coincidental, I assure you.” he said with a straight face.

“Tracy, I do believe I am being set up.”

“Well, if you treat me to a couple of sets of workout clothes I might be coerced into taking your place in this setup.” Tracy said winking at the boys.

“What sort of example would I set allowing you to suffer on my behalf? Go ahead, young knave, make those promises. Do whatever you must.”

“You heard him Tracy.” he said quickly as he took a milkshake from me. “Gramps said to do whatever I must and I plan on doing a lot of whatever this weekend. I really must.”

“Don't rub it in.” Tracy advised. “You've got what you want so leave quietly.”

“I wouldn't dream of rubbing it in. That's his job. Ouch! Mom, Tracy smacked my butt. What happened to believing I was angel? Oh, the company I bed er keep took the shine off my halo, did they? Considering what Gramps said about getting to know him better I doubt there will be anything left of my halo by Monday. I wonder if the kids at school will believe me when I tell them why I'm walking funny.

Why, Leslie, do you think I'd consider lying? I'll just say too much of his end on the weekend leads to a weak end all week. By the time they decipher that I ought to be long gone even at a hobble.”

“This time you'll be lucky if it's just a note and not a request to visit the principal in person.” Leslie told Sophie. “Would you like me to free up Monday afternoon so I can go with you? Thank you for the milkshake. Take this thank you kiss back to the old geezer in the kitchen.”

“Thank you, Leslie, but there's no need to go to all that trouble.” Sophie said pausing to accept a milkshake from Morgan and giving him a kiss to take to the old geezer in the kitchen. “I'll merely say it's a combination of the therapy and deep tissue massage he got on the weekend. After all he will be spending an hour with a therapist Saturday morning and I'm sure there's going to be a lot of deep massage taking place this weekend. Then I'll ask in all innocence what she thought it was and why we couldn't have settled this on the phone.”

“Gramps seems to be corrupting the lot of you.” Leslie said.

“Always for the better as my naked son told me the other night.” Sophie admitted.

“I really don't want to know. After watching him in the kitchen for an hour I've got more than enough to work on. Any more and I'll need a third shake. Then Tracy will be sharing the couch.”

“There's plenty of space.” Tracy told her. “We could order some chick flicks and have a girls night downstairs while the boys nurse Gramps upstairs.”

“Do you really think we'd get any sleep or be able to hear the movie over the noise they'll be making?” Leslie asked her. “I find the sounds of a spanking a little distracting as background noise.”

“I guess you're right. Somehow he managed to go over the top with his feast even on a budget. What are you smirking at? Let's see how elegantly you get up from your seat.” Tracy told my housekeeper.

“Nothing to it.” my housekeeper said as Morgan and 1201 helped her up. “All you need is two lovely gentleman close at hand.”

“Who's on breakfast duty?” Tracy asked after sticking her tongue out at my housekeeper. “I had the early shift today so I'm not it. J and Sophie? Take my advice if they're not downstairs just send J up on his own. You do raise a good point, Sophie. I have to agree whatever horrors the other three visited upon you tomorrow morning the sight of Morgan naked would make it worthwhile. Let J start the breakfast while you go upstairs.”

“She said that just to make you blush.” my housekeeper told Morgan wrapping him in a hug. “Don't ask because if I say it's true the other three will go out of their way to see if they can prove us wrong. We really don't want all that creative talent directed in that direction any further than it already is.”

“Agreed.” Leslie, Catherine and Amanda chorused. The three of us stuck our tongues out at them.

“Sweetheart, it is something you will just have to experience. I'm too young to even try to imagine some of the things they get up to when we leave.” my housekeeper continued. “No, there won't be any pressure on you at any time to do anything you don't want to. The spare room is a safe room where you can go at any point and you get to set whatever comfort levels you need. They may run around this apartment naked most of the time but if you say clothes on in the spare room it is clothes on. They will respect your limits without judgment. Let's exchange cellphone numbers. Before you give anybody a spanking you call me and set up a meeting for the next morning. Promise? Good. Yes, you can call me if you think you'll need one after being spanked but the meeting isn't negotiable if you are spanking somebody. You three know better than to let him spank anybody without calling me.”

“You don't have to remind us.” I told her as she hugged me good night.

“I was reassuring him. Now kiss Tracy good night before she falls over and let us go pour her into bed. I know she didn't drink too much. You forget she's a sensitive, caring soul and some of the revelations tonight shocked her and were quite a load on her nerves. Combine this with what she did drink and you will see why she's a little discombobulated.

That's the whole point. She gets into trouble trying to imagine how hard it must have been for you if it hurts her so much just hearing about it. Then she gets a glimpse of how much pain you went through and it eats her up. Who knows why she loves a crazy old geezer like you so much? Ask her tomorrow. After midday and two pots of coffee. Yes I will check in on her. Who do you think will be making her coffee? OK, if you insist, I promise to call or bring her over if she needs help. There's no need to trouble you, Leslie. Gramps can set aside a damper or two if she needs it. OK. OK. I'll call you while I am carrying her over.

Why is everybody insisting? J and Sophie will already be here even in the unlikely event Gramps does need help. The boys can kiss her into a good mood. They've done it before.”

“Tracy was kind enough to offer to share the couch.” Leslie said. “That makes us couch sisters. I need to look after my couch sister. Besides he will be dragging his pet pervert over to a session with me and watching him do this ought to be enlightening. I know Gramps has been pretty good about it. I know you seem pretty confident he can get Gramps there. Allow me a little time to develop the same faith you have in his abilities. Who knows how Gramps will react tomorrow when it comes down to crunch time? Now was all of this necessary or could I simply have told you I wanted you to call me because I care about Tracy? OK next time that's what I'll do.”

“Send her over to the gym when you've put her back together.” Catherine told my housekeeper. “Some stretching and time in the steam room with a healthy vegetable juice or two will help. I'm allowed two guest passes a month and you get a free drink of your choice at the juice bar. You are welcome to the second. Good. Glad I didn't have to insist. You have been around Gramps too long.”

“There's enough room if we lay Tracy out on the back row of seats.” J assured them. “Adults can't sit upright comfortably in the third row but they can be comfortable if they lie across the seats. What cab driver is going to carry Tracy up to her apartment? Of course I am and I'm to carry you down to the car as well. Wrap your arms around my neck. Stop that or I'll take you over my knee right here in front of everybody.”

“I'd let him carry me if I were you.” Sophie suggested. “He really is no respecter of his elders when they misbehave or even when they aren't misbehaving. What are you two boys grinning at?”

“We're just happy for you, Mom.” he told her. “Don't forget we have a rather unusual view of spankings.”

“Well Morgan it was nice knowing you.” Sophie told him.

“I'll be here tomorrow.” Morgan assured Sophie. “They won't scare me away.”

“The Morgan who greets me in the morning won't be the one who is going to give me a hug and a kiss good night. Don't worry I'm pretty certain I'll like him as much as I do you.”

“Holy crap your housekeeper wasn't kidding.” Morgan said turning around after closing the door. “You guys lost your clothing quickly.”

“We thought it best if we all got naked together so you could get over the shock quicker.” 1201 told him. “Sort of like diving into a pool of cold water.”

“The question is do you want to join us?” he asked Morgan. “There really is no pressure. You can go at your own pace. You can keep all your clothes on if you want for as long as you want. The three of us though will be putting on a rather sexy show which you can watch, join in or avoid altogether.”

“Do you think one of you guys would be willing to give me a blowjob even though I might not give you one in return?” Morgan asked looking down and shuffling his feet. He blushed deep scarlet when the two boys burst out laughing.

“Sorry about that but we couldn't help ourselves.” 1201 said going over and wrapping an arm around Morgan's shoulders. “Gramps has an insatiable desire for cum. Trust me he could drink all three of us dry throughout the day and still blow any other boy foolish enough to walk into the room. We thought you might want to thank Gramps properly for the meal with more than a kiss.”

“Especially since he even managed to serve it to us while it was still hot.” he said not bothering to try dodging my hand. “Shall I get the spatula? Oh goodie. I'll be right back.”

“How eager are you for your blowjob?” 1201 asked Morgan. “I'm asking because if Gramps takes him across his knees and applies the spatula to his ass then you'll have to wait until he is buried inside of that cute spanked ass before he blows you. I'd suggest you ask for your blowjob before the spanking. You'll want a second before we go to sleep and the sooner you get the first the sooner you'll be ready for another one.”

“1201 you're such a horny dog.” he said kissing his friend and swatting his naked butt with the spatula. “I love you. No, Morgan, I don't mind waiting for my spanking and fucking. Sucking you will get Gramps even more eager to fuck me. Who knows he may even forget himself and treat me like nothing more than food for the monster that lives here.”

“Monster?” Morgan asked unbuttoning his shirt. Before he could slide it off I stepped over to him.

“Do you mind if I give you a hand getting undressed?” I asked sliding my hands over his hot body. We will have to fatten this one up a little I thought.

“There's no need. I can manage but if you want to go ahead.”

“He definitely wants.” 1201 said as I took Morgan's left nipple in my mouth. “When you run out of patience let us know and we'll help remove the rest of your clothes,”

“There's no rush.” Morgan told them. “Nobody has even done something this good to me before. I think I'll let him go as long as he likes.”

“Aren't you hard?” he asked as 1201 began toying with his nipples.

“Yes, why?”

“How long do you want to stay in that state of arousal? Hours, minutes or seconds? I like minutes myself.” he said pulling 1201 upright and kissing him deeply. “I don't know 1201 we really ought to be treating Gramps to it all tonight. He cooked an amazing meal for our moms. Well, I suppose you can get me ready. The only thing is at the rate those two are going if your pace matched there's it would be hell for me.”

“Morgan, would you be so kind as to point out to Gramps how uncomfortable those pants are getting?” 1201 asked as he kissed his way down to the lovely boner he'd been softly fondling. “Our friend here doesn't have your patience. Neither do I to be quite honest. Whisper it in his ear. Once he gets your pants off I'm pretty certain things will speed up.”

Boys on the verge of becoming teenagers have similarly shaped asses I had discovered in my time tutoring them. Morgan had a touch more flesh on his than the other two which helped those cheeks fill my hands perfectly. 1201 was correct in saying things would speed up. Morgan had reluctantly asked me to let go of pleasing his nipples. Thinking there couldn't possibly be something more pleasurable he had nonetheless agreed to his friends request. The moment the tip of my tongue licked the exposed underside of his shaft he changed his mind. I let my tongue lap at his balls and cock. Under, around and over. No sucking just alternating between using the tip and the broader surface of my tongue. When I'd got him nicely worked up I spun him around to face the wall.

Morgan groaned in disappointment. Hearing this I took my time getting to my intended target. I began to place kisses on the smooth surface of those tender ass cheeks. My cock twitched as I thought about how perfect they'd look a nice shade of red after a gentle spanking. Thoughts of spanking Morgan were increasing my arousal almost to breaking point. Time to pick up the pace even more I told myself. There's a cute ass begging to be spanked with a spatula the moment I'm done here. No reason to rush so much that I miss enjoying all the treats available. Who knows this might be the only night I get to have him.

Spreading his cheeks I pressed my face against his ass until my tongue could make plenty of contact with his hole. After a few minutes he was so wet with saliva I was tempted to deflower him. Before things got out of hand literally and figuratively I spun him around again. Done with my teasing this time I opened my mouth and let his lovely balls drop in. I sucked on them hard. Drawing the all the way back down to the bottom of those lovely sacks. Morgan bucked in my grasp. I sucked on those balls a couple more times. Then I spat them out and engulfed his cock. Like his balls I could get all of it in my mouth.

“Would you mind if I er?” I asked hesitantly. This wasn't a boy who'd approached me or who I'd approached so I was less certain of the dynamics.

“I saw him eating your ass and it looked pretty wet from over here so I'd say yes if I were you, Morgan.” he suggested. “Gramps wants to finger-fuck your ass. No 1201 if you do it to me I'll lose it. Please, Morgan, for my sake.”

“OK, I guess.” Morgan said a little uncertainly.

“Thank you,” he said from across the room as my finger slid into Morgan and over that sweet spot on the first thrust.

“Fuck!” Morgan squealed and squirmed all at once. “What did you do? Hell no don't stop. Do it again, please. And again.”

“He learns quick doesn't he?” 1201 asked nobody in particular taking a breather from sucking to kiss the object of his worship.

“Even a complete idiot would get the point within seconds.” Morgan said. “I, uh, don't uh, fuck, think I'll, oh gods Yes! Last much longer. Not so hard or I'll Yes! Yes! Yes!.....cum. What are you two staring at?”

“That was fucking hot.” 1201 told him.

“You looked one hundred per cent pure angel.” he said in awe.

“You think so?” Morgan asked on trembling legs. My hands on his ass the only thing keeping him upright. “What are you thinking, 1201?”

“Right now I'm thinking how glad I am we have the recorder switched on.” 1201 answered with a wicked grin. “The sight of your expression when you came is one we can use to make Gramps unload right when we want him to.”

“What?” Morgan exclaimed. “You recorded it?”

“Yes, don't you want a copy of your first blowjob?” 1201 asked him. “Nobody other than us will get to see it unless you agree or choose to share your copy with somebody else. I'd say it would be very convincing when you told your cousin you knew what he was going through. I can delete it if you want. I'm sure Gramps won't mind starring in another Morgan 69 episode.”

“We can always delete it later. I ought to have guessed from the number of cameras around something like this would happen. Gramps, I'm sorry I never warned you sooner.”

“Huh, like Gramps needs to be warned.” he said while I knelt happily in front of Morgan kissing and licking his inner thighs, balls and the shaft of his cock. “Gramps can predict your eruption two minutes out. Scientist would love to have seismic instruments as sensitive and accurate as Gramps' hands on your ass. Are you able to stand on your own? The three of you have got me quite worked up. I imagine Gramps is itching to spank my ass after getting such a close up view of yours.”

“Really?” Morgan asked gently easing out of my grasp. “My friend would like your attention please. Don't worry I fully intend to repeat the experience in a little bit. Why would seeing my ass cause Gramps to want to spank yours?”

“Because he was no doubt imaging your ass with a nice red glow to the cheeks.” 1201 told him. “I was and if I was then you can bet your virginity that Gramps was. Weren't you, Gramps?”

“Mmmph” I said around another hard boner. They could wait for a more coherent answer. This sweet lad wanted me to swallow his sweet load as soon as possible. I was more than happy to oblige. Then I remembered 1201's words about the sooner you unloaded the sooner you were ready for a second round. Reaching out to grab him by the hip I pulled him close.

“No...” 1201 protested softly.

“Yes.” he told his friend. “Get closer so I can kiss you. Don't keep me waiting or I'll have the feather and stocks out. Kiss me, 1201. I want us to share the breath of our orgasms. That will be so fucking hot.”

Reaching around their hips I pulled them close and slipped a finger into each boy. Grasping them this way meant I couldn't go as deep as I usually did but it seemed to be enough. My mouth was quite stuffed with boy cock. Cocks, I corrected myself. I thought of one day being in this position with Morgan fucking my ass. The fantasy almost proved my undoing. I got lost in imaging the sensations. The feel of him exploding inside me. Each jet of cum splattering against the walls of my ass just like their cum hitting the inside of my cheeks. Swallow! Fuck. Quicker. Swallow.

Above me with their mouths locked together the boys shared the breath of their orgasms. Their asses blocked the camera from capturing my inattention so I got away with it. Morgan was amazed at the mere sight of me sucking two cocks at once. Never having seen it before he didn't know how close I;d come to losing a drop or more of that sweet double load. Even lost in the most pleasant of fantasies I'd managed to keep it all. Every single fucking drop. I'd have roared in triumph if my mouth was stretched out of shape and ached a little more than usual. The elation of my success had fed extra energy down into my cock and balls. He wouldn't have to worry about slow and gentle tonight.

Keeping my arm around their thighs I stood up with the boys in hand. The surprise caused them to break their kiss.

“That spatula looks like it could easily cover two ass cheeks. Don't you agree, Morgan?” I asked turning around until he was staring directly at the boys cute butts. “Maybe not three cheeks but at least two. The two alongside each other.”

“I believe you are right, Gramps.” Morgan said solemnly. “The tip may well kiss the outer edge of a third cheek. Those two have been quite the instigators tonight. Your patience with them was exemplary.”

“Wait until he sets us down.” 1201 said. “We'll show you instigation.”

“Instigation, penetration and castigation all rolled into one.” he threatened with a smile and blew a kiss at Morgan.

“Hard to take a threat seriously when it comes with a kiss blown across the room.” Morgan laughed.

“We have a quick learner, 1201.”

“I didn't blow him a kiss.” 1201 said. “I'm sure I'll come up with something to instigate involving the two of them. Smirking like the cat that got the cream. Are you sure your pet pervert doesn't have any feline tendencies?”

“He might have. We know how much he enjoys cream and I think we're about to feel his claws. You are thinking what I'm thinking you're thinking aren't you?”

“Morgan do you have that spatula handy? Turn on the recorder on your way over, please. Make certain it has a nice view of these two cute asses. Set it up in the doorway so it doesn't get in the way. Does this answer your question you scurvy knave?” I said as I settled on the edge of the bed with both of them over my knees.

“Perfectly answered, scoundrel.” he said and sighed contentedly. Hardly what you expect from somebody about to get his ass turned a bright shade of red. Then again nothing kills the fun like the expected. “Were you just admiring the view or have you forgotten the script again? I could change places with you for tonight. Ouch! Where's the warm up? Ow!”

“Who's missing way too gentle now? I'm too horny to worry about niceties.” I said landing another flurry of blows on their butts. The spatula was leaving a nice angry imprint on 1201's right cheek and his left cheek. Morgan had been right in guessing the end of the spatula would just kiss his right cheek. “Don't think this gets you off your regular maintenance spanking 1201. This is a reward for all the two of you have done this week.”

Once I'd got the two cheeks within reach of the spatula a deep red I began to work on the neglected cheeks. This led to a delightful wriggling and gasps of pain tinged with pleasure. The wriggling got pronounced I had to trap their legs beneath my right leg. Moments later the force of my blows drove two aroused cocks against the inside of my left thigh.

“You boys really don't want to make the mistake of making a mess down there. I have plans for those two loads and if you ruin them I will ruin your cute butts.” I warned them driving their cocks against me another four times.

“Scoundrel, as loathe, ouch, as I, ow, am to bring, oh god, this spanking to a close, fuck me that hurts, I fear, ouch, I cannot go on for more than a couple, ow, smacks.” he admitted.

“Same, ouch, for me, ow, Gramps.” 1201 said.

“What do you think, Morgan? Shall I desist? Have they been chastened enough?” I asked our wide-eyed spectator. “Rendered speechless is as good an answer as any. Up you knaves get. No rubbing or you'll get another round. 1201 get some lube and give those hungry cocks of yours a good coating.”

“You mean. We're going to...” 1201 asked in surprise.

“Fuck him.” he finished for his friend. “Scoundrel, I love you!”

“What? This is inhumane. My ass is begging to be filled.” 1201 protested while following my orders.

“Mine as well.” he said. “That's why I didn't mind the spanking coming to an end. I thought another solid pounding awaited. Fuck, I want his cock in me so badly and filling his ass will only make me ache even more for his cock.”

“You don't have to do anything if you don't want to. I want you in this position so I can help myself to a second load of your sweet cum. These two knaves will be happy to help you get clean when they're done pounding my ass.” I explained as I instructed Morgan to lie beneath me with his head propped on a pillow inches from my cock.

“They look so cute like that, don't they 1201?” he asked his friend while idly stroking his cock. “Seems a pity to disturb such a sweet scene.”

“Almost brings a tear to my eye seeing Gramps so happy with a mouthful of cock.” 1201 confessed. “Still the spatula looks like it has plenty more wear on it so we'd best get on with it lest we bring out the monster in your pet pervert. Would you like to lead the way?”

“You go ahead, 1201. I want to enjoy this exquisite torture a little longer. You don't mind if I kneel alongside you and steal a kiss or two while you fuck my pet?”

From the sounds of it 1201 didn't mind. 1201 was also good to his word about getting on with it. My efforts to bring them to the brink seemed to have been well judged. Morgan had just started squirming beneath me when 1201 emptied himself inside of me. I could still feel his seed settling inside of me when a second cock was buried in my ass. This time the pace above me was slower. Oh, no you don't. There was no way I was going to let him draw out the torture until he entered that space where the painful longing became pleasure. I began to clench and unclench my ass against his cock.

“Monster.” he said between kisses. “What will it cost me to get you to stop?”

“That's for another day.” I told him reluctantly releasing Morgan's cock. “There's much more to it and you aren't done with tonight’s torment.”

“What? Dastardly is the only way to describe your wickedness. We will go to sleep with that aching emptiness. Scoundrel when you get done with sucking Morgan's cock I will kiss you quite soundly. This level of torment deserves nothing less.”

“As if he will ever be done sucking Morgan's cock.” 1201 said.

Determined to prove 1201 wrong I had returned to the task of sucking another load out of those young balls. Seemed the increased pace of the fucking above was the signal for something delightful to occur beneath me. I'd just taken in those lovely balls along with his cock when I felt a wetness surrounding the head of my cock. A gentle suckling was all it might have been yet it was this hesitancy and fear of hurting me that proved the most exquisite aspect of that first blowjob I got from Morgan. The pounding from above helped speed up my climax. Those whippersnappers would never know they had exacted a fitting revenge by bringing my pleasure to a rapid end.

I didn't want Morgan to be distracted from his pleasure by feeding him my load as he fed me his. I stopped sucking on his cock and replaced it with kisses around it. Upon it. Beneath it. The orgasm above me was the catalyst I needed to feed Morgan my seed. Despite my whispered warning Morgan made a couple of choking sounds when I began emptying myself. Quickly recovering he swallowed the rest smoothly and calmly. Only when he was certain he'd gotten every drop did he let me go. Two minutes later I was reaping my reward.

The boys were quick to congratulate him when I moved from above him. There were plenty of kisses. Assurances that they did not mind him spoiling the fun of licking him clean. They were curious about why he decided to do it? I was as well but I remained silent and observed their interaction. Morgan said it was knowing he didn't have to do it that made him do it. The lack of pressure. Their uninhibited approach to sex. Allowing him to watch them get a good solid spanking. He didn't believe them when they said it wasn't much of a spanking. Merely something to get them longing to be fucked. Provided his folks let him stay another night they might show him a real spanking. Knowing that nothing was required of him and certain the boys would not judge him badly no matter what his choice Morgan said he simply told himself he'd never have a better opportunity to satisfy his curiosity or a safer environment.

Getting up off the bed I scooped him into my arms and walked to the shower. Once we were in the shower the boys teased me about having another set of naughty bits to wash. Another cute ass to dry meant losing another hour of sleep they warned Morgan. No Morgan only Gramps gets to use the soap in the shower until we are squeaky clean in every nook and cranny. Then we get to wash him. Go ahead slide that finger into him. Make certain he is really clean in there. After the two of us fucking him you might be there for a while. Good now for the drying. No need to worry about dressing he'll want us naked first thing in the morning anyways. What for? Milking.

When I woke up the next morning there was a pile of restraining straps alongside the bed with three ready lubed vibrators on top. The note said 'thank you Scoundrel for last night' Morgan was sleeping in the middle of the boys with 1201 against his back. When I gently slipped the straps under the three of them he smiled at me over Morgan and winked. Sweet as his gesture was I had no intention of letting him off lightly so I waited for him to doze off before inserting the vibrators. The weight of the three boys kept them on the bed. Trapped in the middle Morgan soon joined in the cursing as he writhed with a cock pressed against his and one in the cleft of his ass. Feeling the cum flowing over his cock and balls set him off. 1201 filled Morgan's cleft with his load.

I rolled the boys over until they were all on top of each other. Then I pried 1201 off. When I'd licked him clean I set about cleaning Morgan's ass. Seeing the look on his face when I stood him up to do the front 1201 laughed and told him it was OK to think of getting revenge. Any suggestions would be most welcome. Did you have to wait until I fell asleep again? Of course. I'm glad you did. More fun this way.

The boys insisted on some kissing and cuddling before we showered. Mom will send J up he assured me. Morgan was quite relieved to discover Sophie hadn't decided to join J in checking our progress. I was busy sucking on Morgan's and 1201's cock when J stepped into the bathroom. No J wasn't buying it was purely to speed things up and get the day started quicker. No they told J this isn't the first time he's sucked two cocks at once. Was last night to speed up getting to bed J asked? No it was to speed up getting to spank two scurvy knaves. Greed is a wonderful thing when it inspires you to swallow two loads at the same time without wasting a drop J declared. Impressive. Best get dressed quickly or there will be no cooking left to do.

Sophie hugged all three boys and told us, in a concerned voice, my housekeeper was on the way with Tracy. Leslie had been called and would join us for breakfast. J told me to mix up the waffle batter and leave the making of breakfast to them. Tracy was way more important. When you are done setting the table you boys need to go snuggle with Gramps on the couch. Yes he needs all three of you with him. Be sure to slide his hands down the back of your pants. Wow, never thought he'd need reminding to fondle ass. Sophie mentioned something about corrupting her son and she was feeling a little left out. J set about corrupting her a little which hastened the boys departure from the kitchen considerably.

How sweet I thought as three boys piled on top of me and two of them drew my hands down the back of their shorts. Nobody said anything as I allowed my mind to drift over the past week that Tracy had entered our lives. So much of my focus had been on the boys there were a number of surprising revelations arose within me. Well before Leslie and my housekeeper arrived with a semi-comatose Tracy the best approach to helping her had revealed itself. Most of the cooking would have been finished so no point in disturbing this pile of cute boy flesh that had settled on me.

“Where would you like her?” J asked when they brought Tracy through the door. “And don't say bed. She doesn't need that treatment yet.”

“Set her down in one of the chairs at the dining room table.” I instructed. “Sorry, Leslie, but breakfast may be a little late.”

“That's OK.” Leslie told me kissing me on the cheek. “You guys are my only appointment today so if we start a little late it won't matter. Can you help Tracy?”

“Yes, it won't be difficult. The hardest part is getting all these other hooligans to leave us alone with her.”

“Not going to happen.” my housekeeper told me.

“No chance.” said J and Sophie. The boys just looked at me and stayed where they were behind Tracy.

“Looks like you'll have to work with an audience. Stage fright?” she asked.

“There's not going to be much to see. What I'm concerned about is what they will have to feel. Last chance to move to safety upstairs.”

“Wow!” 1201 exclaimed. “All the way upstairs means something big so I'll have to stay. Morgan it might be a good idea for you to retreat.”

“Will there be any physical danger?” Morgan asked me calmly.

“No or the rest wouldn't be allowed to stay.” I answered from my position on my knees in front of Tracy.

“That's what I thought. Thank you for your concern 1201 but I'll stay.” Morgan said. “Tracy needs all the support she can get right now.”

“Drink this brandy, Tracy.” I told her.

“Trying to get me drunk so you can have your wicked way with me, eh?” she asked but took the brandy. “If you are going to have your wicked way with me it might be best if I was drunk.”

“Huh, in just a few minutes you'll be stone cold sober no matter how much we pour into you. Now tell me if I've got this right. You've been thinking a lot about the risk you think I took with him the other night, haven't you? I believe you said you didn't have balls as big as mine.”

“Uh huh. Another please.” she said handing her glass to Sophie. I nodded in response to Sophie's unasked question and she poured a second shot.

“Guys usually don't like to reveal how small they are in that area but today you are forcing me into it.” I told her getting her to smile. “A long time ago you lost somebody very dear to you. Somebody you loved either left you or passed on.”

“My dad died in hospital after a car crash. I got to his bedside just before he died. I had just said 'I love you, Daddy' and moments later he was gone.” Leslie took the empty glass from her and hugged her as she cried. After five minutes or so she let Tracy go.

“Tracy, I have to ask this before we start. Do you trust me?”

“Completely. Everybody here trusts Gramps completely. Even our new friend Morgan.”

“She's right.” Morgan said matter-of-factly. “Do you think I'd have sucked your dick if I didn't?”

“What?!” I spluttered as the room burst into laughter.

“Poor, lucky Gramps.” Tracy said with a small smile as reached out to pat me on the head. “Now there's three nice boys to torment you. Are they giving him high fives behind me? Good boys. I'll have to give him a kiss for that when you're done working your magic on me. You can work your magic while blushing scarlet can't you.”

“Morgan has just earned a kiss from all of us for that comment.” 1201 said.

“Yes, I can work my magic while blushing and when I get my hands on that spatula I'll show him some magic.”

“Seeing Tracy smile will make it worth every swat.” Morgan said. Leslie, Sophie and my housekeeper flatly declared that spanking wasn't going to happen.

“Spoilsports! Now let's get Tracy feeling better so we can have breakfast. Last chance to leave the area.” I warned.

“Does this involve him?” Tracy asked looking concernedly into my eyes. I nodded. “Sun of his heart you may want to take the other boys with you and go upstairs. You'll feel something but it won't be as intense. I think I know where this is headed.”

“Is it something like with J?” he asked her. “I'll stay then. Mom, will you pour me a small brandy for when Gramps is done.”

“That's a good idea.” Leslie said. “Mine needn't be a small one. Sophie would you mind setting up a round with some smaller shots for the boys. Gramps will need a few minutes to begin. Better make his a generous one.”

“Tracy may I hold your hands?” I asked almost shyly. She smiled wanly and extended them to me. “When you asked how I could take that risk it was because I had already admitted to myself how much I loved him. Admitting it to myself means nothing if it isn't shared. What good would it be to keep it locked up out of his reach? You are right when you say I've never allowed myself to feel this much love for another person. I wanted him to experience it. I needed him to feel some of it. Would it be strong enough to make it through the anger and rage? There was no way of knowing. All I knew was if it wasn't enough then the fault would be mine for not opening enough.

Fears of him reacting like J did surface. Somehow I managed to give him enough of the experience to help him learn how love heals without scaring him away. Tracy has always called you sun of my heart. What a perceptive lady. Sun of my heart, if I am to help Tracy see it wasn't much of a risk then I will have to let her feel all of what I feel for you. No matter where you were you'd feel it. Standing behind Tracy you will feel the full force. I'm sorry. Forgive me but I know no other way to help Tracy.”

The initial tears that rolled down my cheeks were those of fear. Committed well beyond the point-of-no-return I allowed myself to revisit every wonderful memory from the day in the park when he called me pervert right up until his gesture of thanks this morning. When a memory surfaced I held it in my mind and let my awareness settle on my heart. Allowing the feelings to surface without any damper or buffer of any sort. Time became meaningless as I worked on opening more and more to the emotions he inspired within me. They would all get to be with a completely exposed Gramps on a level they had never experienced before. The energy though would be nothing but my love for him. This is what Tracy needed to experience.

Looking up past Tracy while still lost in my memories I saw him holding tightly onto his mom. Tears were streaming down both their cheeks. Somebody had slipped a cushion beneath my knees. Morgan was kneeling next to me on my left. The tears running down my cheeks now were expressions of love. Once committed I couldn't stop the outpouring of love. Tracy took the full brunt of it. She was squeezing my hands as if she felt I needed support. On and on and on it went. A flow of energy flowing up her arms from me to her heart and out into the rest of the apartment. Sometime into her treatment Morgan leaned in against me to keep me upright. 1201 helped by kneeling on the other side.

“There wasn't much of a risk involved was there?” Tracy said when I finally closed my eyes and let my chin drop to my chest. I was gasping for breath. Disorientated it took me a while to focus on what she was saying. “Gramps, it is always a rare pleasure for me when I get to tell you when you are wrong. Your balls are even bigger not smaller than I imagined. They'd have to be for you to acknowledge that much love for a single person.

What a fuss I have caused for all you people by being so silly. Maybe Gramps ought to apply the spatula to my tush. All of this could have been avoided if I hadn't panicked and thought of my dad. Why did I have to go there? Stupid. Now I've got you all crying. Gramps had to show all of that to the sun of his heart. Can the two of you forgive? You can both spank me if you want.”

“We're not done yet, Tracy.” I told her finally able to speak. “There's one more thing we need to do. Can you still feel the energy I just shared? Good. Keep it close. You will need to be brave for just an instant. Very, very brave. Would you like me to show you my love for you? I can do it if you need more support.”

“Are you going to ask me to go back there? I can do it but not for very long.” she admitted. “All you need is an instant? Then why does he complain of you taking way to long. Of course you'd want to linger with him. Is he blushing? Good. As sweet as it is to know you love me I think you've done enough to keep me safe. Another day I might ask you to show me. Let's get this done You're looking pale and wobbly. I'd hate to think what he'd do to me if I allowed you to hurt yourself. Go ahead, Gramps.”

“Tracy, I want you to close your eyes and remember how your dad looked when you entered the hospital room.” I began still holding her hands and with tears drying on my cheeks. Strangely I started to feel embarrassed about how I must look. Shaking it off I focused on Tracy. “Got it. Nod when you see him as he was. Good. Now I want you to focus on him the moment a fraction of a second after you finished saying 'I love you, Daddy.'”

J had positioned himself behind me thinking he might need to catch me if the emotions I was about to share proved too much. What J didn't imagine was he'd be there to keep me upright when a beaming Tracy threw herself at me from the chair and began burying me in a shower of kisses.

“Looks like we have Tracy back.” Leslie declared as everybody started laughing.

“Let's not jump to conclusions.” my housekeeper told them. “Give it a few more minutes.”

Tracy finally realized it was only J and the two boys keeping me up. She stood up, looked down at me and began to scold me. Why had it taken me so long to enter her life? What was I thinking keeping this magic under a bushel? Did I know how many people I could have helped with these wonderful gifts if I hadn't been playing absent-minded professor? What was I thinking? Obviously I wasn't thinking. Oh, yes, one last thing – for now – tomorrow I would be going with them to church so I could ogle her in her new outfit. I don't care how cute the boys are or how much you love their asses. Tomorrow you will ogle me. The boys won't mind the break. Lord knows the sun of your heart won't ever feel unloved for the next thousand years or so after today. Where's my brandy?

“Now we have Tracy back.” my housekeeper declared. “Sun of his heart you go first.”

They didn't wait for me to regain my strength before approaching me to kiss me and thank me. I was still on my knees when they embraced me. The sun of my heart had stopped crying when I helped Tracy transform her memory of her father's death. He kissed me on the lips and promised we would chat later. Sophie was still crying when she kissed and mumbled something about needing a larger shot than the one she poured. My housekeeper asked me to promise never to reveal how much I loved her when she was around. Of course she knew I wouldn't do it without her present that's the point. J confessed he had no idea how Tracy had survived being right in line of all that emotion. Leslie told me she'd be putting me to work while the boys were at school. Morgan and 1201 actually charged me for supporting me through my work. They wanted an additional five kisses each. I negotiated it down to three passionate ones. Morgan made it clear he only agreed to three because the others were waiting to drink their brandy.

No I didn't need to sit down. We will toast Tracy standing up. Your bravery, Tracy, is what we are toasting. Her protests died when the sun of my heart whispered in her ear. We all heard the word spatula mentioned. Despite the threat Tracy insisted on a smaller second round to toast me. Leslie firmly put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me into a chair the moment I lowered my glass from my lips. Sophie shooed everybody except J out of the kitchen. Respecting her desire for alone time everybody else sat down and after a few hesitant starts the conversation blossomed as if it were any other day. Tracy switched places with Morgan so she could hold my hand.

My housekeeper was busy grilling Morgan about how he was feeling about staying here another night and joining us for church. Yes we could stop at his townhouse on the way home from our session and get his church clothes. Those two hooligans would also be at the church. Most of his family attended the same church we were going to attend. That reminds me I whispered to him we need to have a chat with the priest this afternoon. Please remind me. I'm just going to make a few suggestions, Tracy. Help enlighten him a little. Monday morning headlines won't be pet pervert enlightens priest. Us devout sinners have a closer connection to god than most because we spend so much time pleading our case before Her. What do I care if I'm a devout sinner, pervert and monster so long as I get to love him, Leslie? Ask him why he places himself within reach of such a creature? That's easy to answer. Come upstairs with us boys after breakfast and we'll show you why on the big screen TV. That reminds me we need to settle up with Morgan for his wonderful comment earlier.

Nobody mentioned anything about the delay required for Sophie to regain her composure. Is that all you cooked he asked his mom looking at a table groaning under the weight of the food? I suppose Tracy will insist on us saving a sausage for Gramps. No doubt she'll go on about him having worked so hard. I'll set one aside before she starts that speech and he did just that. Tracy snatched the plate he was passing me with its single sausage and keeping everybody at bay with her fork piled it with food. She set the plate down in front of me. Looked at him and calmly stuck her tongue out at him. The two of us created quite a stir with the amount of food we ate. The others all sat back to watch as we finished another plateful of food. J mentioned something about how nice it was of us to give them a little time to clean up before lunch was started. Tracy waved a sausage at him and asked what he was making for lunch. My housekeeper intervened and reminded her they had to meet Cynthia.

“Before you leave, couch sister, would you share what changed about your last moments with your dad or would you like to keep that private for a while?” Leslie asked.

“I don't mind sharing it now.” Tracy told us. “The pain is gone and the magic of the realization will always be there for me to recall. What a gift Grams gave me. I have always remembered the pain and the feeling of loss when he died. A part of me thought my declaration of love had been too much for him. Much like Gramps' love for J. My family never really spoke about feelings. They were always assumed and seldom expressed.

That day when I entered the hospital room I knew I had to tell him. I thought it would be the one thing that healed him. What I didn't realize was how hard he had fought to stay alive long enough just to see me one last time. He'd never dared to imagine I would say outright that I loved him. Gramps got me to focus on that split second between when I said it and when I realized he was dead. In that particular instant my father had the most serene, peaceful expression on his face.

I may not have been able to heal his physical body but thanks to Gramps I know he died completely at peace. The love we shared in that moment has always been there for me. I've just been too lost in my grief to realize it and be open to it. Now I am aware of it's presence I am going to soak it up. I'm pretty certain it is impossible to ever soak it all up but what fun I'll have trying.”

No, Leslie, it isn't wise to leave Morgan and 1201 here alone. Fun though. Remember that later today 1201 suggested. Sophie you have already thanked me several times. No need to drown me under kisses again. Save some for J. OK, Mom, I'll let him out of bed for dinner. We'd love to have you and J cook dinner for us. I promise he won't spend a penny or raise a finger. You might want to check in with Tracy. I get the impression she is planning a thank you for Gramps. Yes, Gramps, it is just like the luncheon on Thursday. You don't know how to behave when we ask yet so I'm laying down the law. Now the sooner we get over to Leslie's offices the sooner you can begin to learn how to deal with requests properly. Don't worry 1201 I'll bring him back for your lunchtime release. Please let your mom know we got a late start today and postpone lunch. I'd hate her to show up while Gramps is helping ease your discomfort. Morgan's and mine as well. Thanks guys. A round of kisses and let's go.

“Leslie, if I'm lucky it will be a week from now before I know how I'm feeling.” he admitted as we entered the elevator. “I think it will be wonderful if you put him to work while we are at school. You may need to check with his housekeeper and Tracy regarding their schedule. He will need a chaperone until you've taught him the social niceties. Tracy mentioned how he could have been helping others so she won't mind assisting. Maybe some of her classmates would like to help. They are studying psychology and Gramps could offer a new model.”

I walked between them holding them by the hand. The day was a little on the warm side but the emotional workout this morning had left me feeling surprisingly refreshed. Today was going to be the day when I started learning the skills I'd need to make him proud of me in social situations. The thought of setting aside the role of absent-minded professor was intimidating. I could do it if the two of them were there to guide me. Leslie seemed happy with these answers. She expressed being pleasantly surprised at my co-operation. My lover told her it was simply getting me to commit to something that proved challenging. Once Gramps commits he does his very best to ensure it works out and his best is quite impressive as you saw this morning.

Leslie asked him how he felt about having my love for him revealed to everybody. Everybody there knows Gramps loves me quite a bit so I didn't mind. I mostly felt proud and horny he told her. Can you imagine how incredible the orgasm would have been with all that energy in the room? No it doesn't embarrass me. I'd be more concerned if I wasn't sporting an erection after that display of love. I'll wait till lunchtime because Gramps needs to regain his strength. Us boys are happy to help with his daily nutritional needs. Morgan did fine. 1201 is filling him in on the ground rules concerning Gramps right now over another soda or two. We'd better pick some more up for lunch. I doubt those two lushes will leave us any.

“This is it.” Leslie told us leading us through a gate into a garden area. The offices were arranged in a U-shape along the outer edge of the garden. Although the reception area was pretty standard the office had a large wall of glass that looked out onto the garden. Leslie assured us the glass was thick enough to prevent anybody from hearing us. “Do you want me to draw the curtains?”

“I'd like them open.” I told her sitting down in a deep, comfortable armchair. “We who are about to die salute you. Let the games begin!”

“What?” he asked perplexed.

“The traditional salute of the gladiators in Rome or so we believe.” Leslie told him. “Are you surprised he knew it?”

“Considering his age it's more than likely he knew it. Sparta as well.”

“Sparta?” Leslie asked with a smile.

“Gramps suggested I learn more about Sparta when we were discussing sexuality. Somehow it's connected to providing Mom with grandchildren.”

“I understand.” Leslie said and switched to the main topic of discussion which happened to be me. “Are we still set on starting with the dismantling of the tattered absent-minded professor and grouch persona or do you want to keep it while learning social skills?”

“Won't keeping it while learning social skills make what he learns better suited to the persona than the real Gramps?” he asked her. “I think it's best if we got back to being true to himself. What do you think, scoundrel?”

“After your courage this morning I think it is time for me to let it go.” I told them after giving it a minute or two of thought. “The longer we wait the harder it will be. You thought the key to it was going to be expression?”

“Glad we are all on the same page.” Leslie told us. “Yes, expression was my first thought and I'm going to build on that concept as our primary focus. The first thing I want to do though is lay a foundation for Gramps to use to keep out of trouble. Let's discover some of his core beliefs. The important thing is we make certain they are Gramps' core beliefs not the professor's.”

The next thirty minutes were devoted to interrogation. Leslie was a very good therapist who knew just how to draw out the deepest beliefs I had of how life works. The more we danced together the wider his eyes became. Eventually when Leslie called for a break he walked over with a glass of water for me and kissed me. What wonderful world. Why don't you live there? It's lacking you and 1201 and Morgan. Kidnap us, pervert, and carry us away to this world.

“You do know the real reason he doesn't live there don't you?” Leslie asked him.

“That is his true home and as long as he plays the role of professor it is denied him. Gramps mentioned something about frequency compatibility and the professor is too low a vibration.” he told her.

“That's right. How does knowing this make you feel?”

“Sad. Very, very sad.”

“Come here.” Leslie said taking him onto her lap and wrapping her arms around him. “Gramps, no matter how incredible, mature and insightful he is he remains a twelve year old boy. A very sensitive one. The tears are good for him. Experiencing emotion is better than suppressing them.

Right now he has learned of the world you have chosen not to live in because you thought it would be easier to help the boys by living in their world. I agree with him that you have a wonderful world waiting for you and whoever you choose to invite to join you. This boy knows you would live in the world most of us inhabit to be with him. Can you see how this knowledge would cause him pain? Good then we are making progress.

Do you ever visit this world? No. Do you ever think about visiting it? Daily. What if we asked you to take the boys there and return for visits to this world? After this morning I have no doubt you have the ability to let them live in this world of yours. I know you want him there. I know you would get great joy sharing this magical place with him. The price is losing the absent-minded professor. There is no room for him there.

Would you allow the boys to help you in sharing your world with others? I know of a fairly large family who would be eager to help with the project. You may have been too distracted to notice but the two of us saw quite a few cute asses and some even younger boys who will ripen into the fruit you'd enjoy plucking from that family tree.”

“Why, Leslie, that's scandalous.” I protested.

“Nonsense, it's hot!” he said defending her.

“She's a therapist though.”

“The normal rules don't apply with you.” Leslie told me sternly. “I'm not so caught up in the values of society to be blinded to what's best for the next generation. Times usually change quicker than the attitudes of the majority. This isn't necessarily a bad thing because it gives us time to think things through. Sometimes though the thinking goes on for too long and nothing changes in time to help the youth.

Sophie, Amanda, Tracy and your housekeeper all defend and support what you do. They allowed Morgan to enter based on the changes you've brought about in 1201. A boy of twelve they trust to know who would benefit from your unique teachings. There were no protests about him spending last night there. Reassurances to set him at ease but not a single protest. This morning Morgan calmly confessed to sucking your cock in a roomful of adults he has known for less than a day. You could ask any number of therapists you like and they will all tell you this doesn't happen. No boy of that age who thinks he's straight says such a thing before adults he hardly knows.

1201 hides nothing from his mom and she still loves and adores you. Sophie sometimes shifts into the protective mom mode but she's getting more relaxed about what goes on between the two of you. J helps her a lot more than you think. You owe him a big thank you. That's thank with a th not sp. I saw you hand twitch.”

“I saw something twitch but it wasn't his hand.” he said winking at me.

“I'm just trying to be polite and you ought to be paying attention to what I'm saying.” Leslie said kissing his cheek.

“Kisses make it harder. Harder not impossible. I'll take another.”

“Now where was I? Oh, yes, I remember.” Leslie continued drawing him closer to her. “All these ladies approve of what you do. They do look after the children but from chatting to them it gets easy to relax about leaving you with boys after knowing you for a day or two. Consider they feel this way when dealing with the professor. When the real you is allowed to shine what requires days now will merely require hours then.

This morning we laid the foundation. Over the next three days or so I want you to share these beliefs with the boys. Ask them if they'd like to help you share more of this world with the one most of us live in. Lord knows I am going to do my best to spread the pervert's world view. We'll see how Gramps does over the weekend. I think Tracy and your housekeeper will find you boys don't need to go to cooking classes. Gramps will prove a wonderful teacher. The first few lessons will be observed so I can get feedback on how he is doing.

Can you make it here at 4 pm on Tuesday?”

“Him? What about me?” I asked indignantly.

“If he can make you can make it.” Leslie told me. “Saves time by checking in with him. I'll be there tonight at your mom's insistence. I will also get to check in on my couch sister. Tracy will no doubt keep us entertained by embarrassing Gramps. Do you think you could pry yourself out of bed a little earlier? I'd like to get in a full game of Monopoly with you.”

“I’d enjoy that and I'm certain neither Morgan nor 1201 will object to keeping him entertained upstairs while dinner is being prepared. 1201 is due for a maintenance spanking.” he told her. “ Gramps has taken great care with the playroom to ensure it is soundproof. You could let off fireworks in there without disturbing somebody downstairs. Don't worry about 1201. He will be grinning like an idiot all through dinner but other than that you won't notice a thing.

Let's not torture Gramps by having him around a kitchen while others are cooking. Mom is planning on serving dinner at seven so shall we start at 5. You won't mind setting the board up will you? I'll most probably be putting my clothes on right at five knowing Gramps. The door's always open so let yourself in.

I will need to spend some of my allowance on a day planner. Oops. I shouldn't have said that with Gramps in hearing.”

“There's no need for one.” Leslie told him. “You have the new and improved Gramps at hand.”

“What about when he isn't around though?” he asked her. “I can't take him with me to school and might agree to something that conflicts with our sessions.”

“I understand and admire your desire to pay your own way but I think you need to let Gramps assist you on this one.” Leslie told him. “The main reason you need one is because of Gramps' appointments. What if I need to reschedule and you're at school? I could call Gramps but you'd not know the time is open if somebody asked you to hang out or go to a movie with them.

Don't get excited Gramps because I'm about to offer an affordable solution. I've been thinking of making use of an upgrade I am eligible for from my cellphone provider. My phone is a year old but if you don't mind a slightly outdated phone we could allow Gramps to pay for the upgrade and I'd be happy to give you my old one. Right now I use it to keep track of my appointments and To-Do lists. I'll ask to add another line to my account so unlimited will cost you $20 per month. The two of you will split the bill. Agreed? Good then let's go take care of it. The store is just around the corner.”

Sophie explained to her friend the store manager this young man was looking after me. Would he be so kind to clear her phone once the information had been transferred to her new phone. Gramps here is my new volunteer and a patient. The young boy needs the phone to keep track of Gramps' itinerary and to make certain Gramps gets to his appointments. Yes, he is mature for his age. I have some teens I'm going to introduce to Gramps. Pay him? Some hope. He won't even take a reduced rate off his sessions with me in return for the work. There you go young man. You get an free upgrade for signing a two year contract. Leslie's upgrade is $120. Thank you, Sir. No I haven't forgotten about the extra line. All of Leslie's volunteers get a free line so she can reach them in emergencies. Why yes it is a new policy. You're the first volunteer she's had so it has to be a new policy doesn't it? See that cute young salesperson of mine over there? She's practicing to become a professional dominatrix. Any more arguments or protests from either of you and I'll let her practice on you in the back office.

You don't have time Leslie said grabbing him by the ear. Why don't you just give her your phone number and arrange to meet another afternoon? She can teach you how to get the most out of your phone and you can help her get in some practice. Invite her over to the apartment to witness 1201's maintenance spanking next weekend. Today we have a Monopoly date and you need to spend some quality time with Gramps. Go cheer him up with some milkshakes. He only got to spend $140. Yes, I think you can pay Gramps for half of that at $10 per month. Thank you for your kindness Harold. I'll see the two of you this evening at five. My apartment is above the office so I'll be perfectly safe. You guys are headed the other way to collect Morgan's church clothes.

“Mom will be here soon.” 1201 said as we let ourselves into the apartment.

“That explains why you're both naked.” he said. “We have a lot to get through this afternoon so I'm afraid this will be more of a gobble and go session. Any objections to getting off quickly? I didn't think so. To the playroom. Gramps looks like he could use a little boost.”

1201 was first up and first down. No prep apart from some lube was needed for him to accept a vibrator up the ass. Some kissing practice at the top and a warm mouth sucking on his dick added the finishing touches to a short but intense experience. Morgan needed a little finger fucking before I declared him ready for the slimmest vibrator I owned. What it lacked in girth it made up for in punch. Strange how it completely slipped my mind to mention it was one of the most powerful vibrators I owned. Your beauty must have overwhelmed me. A mere seven minutes had passed and I was turning my attention to a third cock.

There's no time for us to get naked he told me dropping his pants. Gods this is so hot. Get sucking, scoundrel. Are you trying to kill me 1201 he screamed? His whole body jerked violently when the on switch was engaged. I know I said the strongest vibrator he has but a warning would have been nice. Let me guess my beauty must have overwhelmed your memory or I'm sure you'd have warned me. That toy is going to be put to good use again later this afternoon. We'll go head off your mom since we're already dressed while the two of you take a quick shower. A squirt of deodorant ought to be enough for us. Come on, Gramps. I'm glad you enjoyed the snack but lunch awaits. The three of us haven't eaten anything since breakfast. No you will need that when we get home after our milkshakes.

Let's chat about the session tonight at dinner so I don't have to repeat it several times he told Amanda as they watched me making the sandwiches. They got added to the oven to toast along with the fries while I made a small side salad for each plate. Why is it just the two of you have wet hair Amanda asked hugging 1201? The two of us got here a little too late to lose our clothes. Sometimes keeping the clothing on adds spice. Mom 1201 protested blushing. I experienced the truth of that today he confessed. A quick blow and go all around except for Gramps. Poor Gramps. Don't worry I'm saving Gramps for later. Speaking of later Morgan and 1201 you will need to keep Gramps entertained and upstairs between five and six thirty. Leslie challenged me to an extended Monopoly game. Mom and J don't need a restless Gramps prowling around the kitchen. I told Leslie you wouldn't mind taking care of some maintenance. Do you think Morgan is up to it? Yes, Mom, he'll be fine. We chatted earlier today.

The food disappeared in record time. Even the adults kept up with the youngsters. The three of you can leave the clean up to us. We know you have a lot to do this afternoon. Thank you 1201. Kiss. Thank you Morgan. Kiss. Thank you, Amanda. Kiss. Now scram 1201 commanded us. I think 1201 has found a way around your desire not to share Morgan, Gramps. How? He's not asking you. A foolish policy with some maintenance due in a few hours. Yes, it is if you define foolish by conventional norms. God knows there's nothing conventional about this mob Amanda declared as the three of us were forcefully shown the door.

Wait here I told him as I followed the priest into his study. You can help me by disregarding whatever you had prepared for tomorrow's sermon. Really? Yes, here are some new guidelines complete with references to biblical passages and a more forgiving interpretation. Now if you'll give me your email address I'll send the other fifty one over to you. Think of the work you'll save and if you meditate on it I'm sure you'll find it resonates. Would you prefer we turn your sermon into an open debate tomorrow? Any questions you have just email me. We'll be the group with the pretty young lady in the very sexy outfit. Appropriately sexy and guaranteed to bring a smile to God's face. I've been ordered by her to ogle her and nobody but her, not even the cute altar boys, until we get home. So forgive me if it seems I'm not paying attention.

What were you doing in there? Introducing him to a new interpretation of the bible. One more in keeping with the pervert's world view as Leslie called it. We have to start somewhere and if you're going to be stuck listening to a preacher for forty five minutes you might as well do your best to ensure he is speaking sense. What do you mean sermons usually last an hour? Well everybody can get out fifteen minutes early and use the extra time for something useful. Like? Oral sex. What else? You're incorrigible. The new me not what you expected. No it's way better. Two of your largest blackberry milkshakes, please. I'm paying. Well if you insist you can give me a thank you kiss. Sweet old man? Where? You wouldn't think so if you saw him applying the spatula to my bare bottom last night. Way beyond sweet. Simply angelic in a devilish sort of way.

Heavenly we decided. No he decided I couldn't go kiss the very cute, very hot college kid who made them. Behave he is coming out to clear the tables. These are almost as good as the ones Gramps makes. You must be more careful in future. Gramps was all set to climb over the counter and ravish you in plain sight. Perhaps we'll bump into each other somewhere more discrete he said moving to another table. Go get him. Huh? The more discrete venue seems to be the restroom. Why don't we both go thank him? Unless you'd rather be alone with him. Come on times wasting. Less suspicious if I drag you with me.

“Nice restroom, Travis.” he said reading the name tag our wide-eyed friend was wearing. “Relax. I wanted to get in a lick or two of thanks myself. There you go. You look much nicer with your pants down. That isn't always the case even amongst boys my age you know. Gramps is saving himself for later this afternoon. You don't mind if we take care of you do you?”

Travis was led to the center of the open floor space and almost unloaded when the head of his cock was engulfed by a twelve year old boy. I knelt behind him and went straight for his very tight hole. A very tight and very tasty hole. Pushing his cheeks up and outward filled my hands with plenty of gorgeous ass.

“Don't worry we're not teases.” he assured Travis who had groaned in disappointment when he stopped licking and sucking on the rampant seven inches. “Gramps will do a much better job of swallowing your load. Waste not want not. Oh, Gramps, you did a wonderful job back here as well. He'll hardly notice my finger sliding in and out of him. Apart from when I press here. No. Here? No. There! Got it and it looks like you will get it soon.”

The truth of his words was soon evident in the steady stream of cum that flowed from Travis' cock after an initial forceful salvo that struck the back of my cheeks. This was one of those perfect orgasms made for swallowing. Travis groaned for quite some time as I calmly waited for the flow of cum to cease. My partner in crime kept his finger on that spot and was enjoying kissing each lovely cheek. When the last drop had been savored I stood up and kissed him. We'll be visiting here again often if Travis keeps producing such lovely milky treats. You do place a high priority on customer satisfaction, don't you Travis? Good. The two of us are most satisfied.

“What took you so long?” an irate overweight gentleman asked angrily when the three of us stepped out of the restroom.

“Gramps always likes to take his time when it comes to sucking a cute cock.” he told the man calmly and stood up on his toes to kiss the gentleman's cheek. “A failing of his we hope he'll get over with enough practice. Allow us to buy you a milkshake? Well if you have to leave right away Travis will make it to go.”

“How can you be so calm?” Travis asked me. “He nearly gave me a heart attack.”

“He was telling the truth. I do like to take my time with a cock as cute as yours or even half as cute.” I told Travis. “Telling the guy it was me sucking his cock set any suspicions aside of you having sex with an underage kid and it is quite likely the guy won't believe what he was told. What kid in his right mind would tell a stranger that if it were true?”

“What if he speaks to my manager?”

“Is that Patrick or Simon? Right. Patrick took over from Simon. No need to worry. I gave Patrick his first blowjob when he was thirteen. Tell him Gramps was the one sucking your dick and you'll most likely get a promotion. Patrick may be your boss but who do you think is Patrick's boss?”

“That's why the shakes tasted so much like the ones you make.” he said laughing. “This is one of the businesses you own.”

“Yes and I like to do quality checks every so often. This will be our little secret Travis. Now you had best have that to go shake ready. Hopefully you'll be willing to treat me to another round of your milky treats one day soon.”

“Travis that's a ridiculously long bathroom break.” a voice roared.

“My fault, Patrick.” I said smiling at him. “Still as loud as ever. Travis you should hear him when he unloads. I may still have a DVD I forgot to delete on my shelf of him cumming.”

“Gramps, you despicable old coot.” Patrick shouted hugging me. “Corrupting my staff again?”

“Not at all. Just checking the quality of Travis' milky treats. He passed with flying colors. A good worker.”

“You certainly know how to make a date for milkshakes interesting.” I told him as we left the shop. “Feel free to suggest another date anytime.”

“Thank you for stretching your boundaries. I know he is five or six years older than you prefer.” he said as we headed back to the apartment. “Sharing that with you was so hot.”