Date: Wed, 20 Oct 2021 22:06:17 -0400 From: Eric Murphey Subject: The Premonition Part 7 Gay adult youth Donate to Nifty Really Donate to Nifty The Premonition Part 7 Written by Eric Murphey Edited By Zero M I slept horribly last night because I kept having nightmares about men hurting my boys. I would dream that the boys were screaming in pain as they were raped and taken advantage of. I could see the boys' pain and then I could see that it was me doing it. It was a very rough night. I woke up and was sad but understood Jack wasn't in bed next to me. I look at the clock and it's 3am. I went to bed pretty early so it's no real surprise that I'm awake this early. I go to the restroom and after I get dressed I put on thermal underwear, jeans, a long sleeved t-shirt, and a sweat shirt over the top. I know I will be outside some today and I can see from the window glass that it's extremely cold outside since the glass is completely iced over. I hear the wind screaming outside. I go to the front door, open it, and am greeted by a near wall of snow. It has drifted to about 6 feet in front of the door. "Fuck, this isn't going to be fun," I mutter to myself. I go to the pantry and grab a snow shovel. I start working on getting the snow away from the door first. Once I get past the drifting, the snow is still about three feet deep. I think that this is not good because I just know that the snow is covering the solar panels. Even though we have the two turbines that are still working, we are going to need the solar power today for certain to make sure it stays warm enough for the boys. I can burn wood, but I have really been trying to avoid that because I don't want to draw attention to us. On the other hand, with three feet of snow on the ground, who the fuck will see the smoke? It takes me about four hours, but now I have a very narrow path to the RV to check everything. I can't see the panels, they are so covered with snow. I dig a path to them and get them uncovered. It's after 7 am now; I'm already exhausted and the day hasn't even started yet. I shovel my way back to the trailer house because already another few inches has blown over what I have already done. I will have to keep doing this all day. I love blizzards, I really do. But this is going to be a real pain in the ass. I walk back into the house and am covered in snow. I'm cold, I'm wet, and I don't feel very happy about the blizzard right now. I hope that the Washingtons are OK, but I really have no possible way to check on them. I do have a snow plow for the truck, but I don't know if I can shove three feet of snow with it. I think most likely not, and I'm not going to try to find out. I'm fucking frozen to the bone. I know the boys will be getting up soon, and I like to have breakfast at least started for them. I turn on the oven and decide to make something I call an egg bake. I break up a dozen eggs and some bell peppers and onions. I mix in some shredded cheese. I sit it on the counter while I head to my room and strip to nothing. I hop in the shower. OK, I don't hop; I don't want to fall so I step in gingerly, warm up slowly, and finally stop shivering. It's got to be 10 below zero out there with the wind chill, the kind of day that makes you know you are alive because you are shivering so bad you know you ain't dead. I get dressed in dry jeans and a sweat shirt. I walk back out and put the egg bake in the oven. I slice some bread for toast and make some Tang. It's what the astronauts drink, or so the commercials said. I start the timer, sit in my chair, and think about just everything. I dwell on how much I love the boys. I worry about the Washingtons, mindful that this isn't their first rodeo with bad weather on the farm. They are probably fine and worrying about us. I wish I could just call them, but that isn't happening any time soon as far as I can tell. I recall my nightmares and cringe. At that moment, I hear one of the boys flush the toilet. Jack walks into the living room naked as the day he was born. I sigh and wish I were normal; it's not the first time I have wished that. I wish I could look at him and just think, "It's a naked boy," and not be turned on by him. But that isn't in the cards. He doesn't say a word but sits on my lap and snuggles against me. He wraps his arm around me and puts his head on my shoulder. I pull the blanket on the back of the chair over my head and cover him up. I don't want him to get cold. I kiss the top of his head and hold him. A little while later, Jim comes out and Jack makes room for him on my lap. I hold them both and love that I can hold them, know that they love me, and that I love them. When the timer goes off, I slip from under the boys and cover them back up. I pull the egg bake from the oven, start making toast, and see we are nearly out of strawberry jam. The boys really enjoy it and so do I. I grab another jar from the pantry and see we have about 40 more jars left. It's more than enough until we can replenish it. Jack and Jim have started setting the table for us and I hear Eddie in the bathroom. I cut up the eggs into squares and put the spatula in it so the boys can get what they want. I open the jam and put it on the table as well as the toast. We all sit and eat in silence. When we get done the boys clean up the mess and I decide I just need to get out of the fucking house for a little while. I kiss the top of each boy's head as I get my coat and put it on while walking past them. I grab the shovel and head outside. I widen the path to about 4 feet to the RV so we can get to the power supply easily if need be. The wind is dying down but it's still snowing pretty good, I would guess at least an inch an hour. It takes me an hour to get it widened. It's certainly easier than shoveling the initial path, but still you have to shovel in layers with so much depth. You take about six inches off the top, toss it aside, then another six inches and toss it aside, and so on and so forth. I look and I can barely see over the snowbank it's so tall from the snow I moved. I'm in self-hatred mode right now from knowing that even though Eddie was in pain, I still wanted to just shove my cock in him and fuck him for all I was worth. I am such a piece of shit, I think. I can't just be happy with a blow job which the boys all give amazingly well. No, it's just not enough; I really want to fuck them. I think about just wandering off into the woods and allowing myself to succumb to the weather. Then I reason that as big of a scumbag as I am, they still need me for a while yet. I decide to make some little trails for the boys to play in. I work on it until I would guess noon and complete a few pretty good ones. I made kind of a maze as best as I could in my head and then with the shovel. I think they will like it. I know it won't make up for me being me, but maybe they will have fun with it. I don't know how they can trust me again. I know Eddie wanted me to do it. I know I wanted to do it. But he is just a boy. He doesn't know what he wants, right? OK, well when I was a boy I knew what I wanted, but that was me. It has finally stopped snowing and I'm happy about that. I think about shoveling a path to the Washingtons, but I realize that would take days. I think about putting the plow on the truck, but I still don't think he can do it; it's a lot of snow to push. I'm not even sure a massive snow plow could do it. We are just going to have to wait for it to melt. It's hard to say if it will be before spring since we are pretty far north. Then I think of something and smile. I go to the RV and it takes me half an hour to find it in a box. I take the box and put it in the center of the little maze I made for them. I head back into the house and am again covered in snow and nearly frozen. I shouldn't have stayed out so long. I consider myself smarter then this, but apparently I'm not because I did it twice today. I'm shivering as I walk into the house; I noticed it before but ignored it because I'm punishing myself. Self-flagellation with the cold, I suppose. I like to wear a short beard because waking up in the morning and putting something sharp against your face when your vision is still half blurred from sleep has never seemed like a good idea to me. As I continue into the house I rub my face and feel I have ice hanging from it. Maybe I should have stopped sooner. OK, I know I should have stopped sooner. But I had to try to work out my problem in my head. I still haven't done so, but at least the boys have something fun to do now. Something different anyway. When I walk in the boys are all three at the table and working on their school work. I smile at that. They turn to look at me. "Oh my god, dad," Eddie says, jumping up as the other two follow. "Daddy, are you OK?" Jack asks. I feel the warmth and really start to shiver. Eddie, Jack and Jim start pulling me to my room. "We got to get you warmed up dad. What were you thinking?" "Yeah daddy, you know better then that," Jim says. I follow them to my room and it's kind of hard to walk. Oh boy, I guess I let my core temperature drop pretty low and this is not a good thing. I need to warm up. We get to my room and Eddie unzips my coat as Jack starts unfastening my pants. Jim is trying to lift one of my feet to take off my boot. I fall over onto the bed. Jim gets one boot off and my feet feel like chunks of ice. Now I think I am really stupid. If I gave myself frostbite, I am fucked. I will never forgive myself for endangering the boys with my stupidity. Jim pulls off my socks and I sit up. Eddie pulls off my coat and pulls the sweat shirt and tee over my head. Jim is rubbing my feet with his hands trying to warm them up. "Go turn the shower on, Jim," Eddie tells him. Jack is pushing me back on the bed and I don't have the strength to fight him. He starts tugging at my pants and I lift and he gets them off of me and then gets off the thermals. I'm buck naked and shaking so bad I cant stand it. Jim is back and they help me to the shower. I get in and I can't stand up so I sit on the bottom of the shower stall, letting the warm water wash over me. "Fill the tub up," Jack says. Eddie apparently thought he meant for him to do it, so he turns on the faucet on the garden tub. Now my teeth are chattering, and I hate that. When the tub has about six inches of water in it, the boys help me up and over to it. My body is not enjoying the heat of the water at all; it hurts. I'm an idiot I keep thinking, but I stubbornly cling to the idea that I really needed to think and I wanted to make something fun for the boys. "I read that the best way to heat someone up that's freezing is if you put your naked body against them," Eddie says as he is undressing. The other two are quick to strip as well, and I soon have Jim on my lap pressing his body against me. Eddie is on one side and Jack is on the other, all putting as much of their bodies against me as possible. If I wasn't half frozen to death I would have been extremely turned on. I mean three naked boys pressed against my naked body. I am half disgusted by my thoughts but capitulate to the realization that I am who I am and how I am. The tub fills and they let some out and add warmer water. I finally stop shivering after a good fifteen minutes. "Dad, what were you thinking?" I look at him. "I wanted to make something fun for you boys to make up for me." "Make up for you? What are you talking about daddy?" Jim asks. "For me wanting to, well you know," I answer, starting to cry and feeling ashamed of what I am. "Dad, I wanted you to do it. I swear I wasn't doing it to just make you happy. I know it hurts like all get out at first, but when it stops hurting it feels really good to me. I didn't want to tell you that before because I didn't want you to think I liked what I had to do before we came here. That was because I didn't like who I had to do it with. But I did like the feeling of it, and I know I would really like it with you, because you love me so much. And because I love you so much, too." he says, and kisses my cheek. "Yeah daddy, we were going to tell you last night, but we heard you was crying. When we are crying we don't want nobody bothering us. So we left you alone," Jim says and then kisses me on the lips. It's the first time any of them has done that. "I really wanted to come sleep with you. But I wasn't sure you wanted me to," Jack says. "Any of you boys are always welcome to sleep with me. It would have been fine, buddy," I say and kiss him on the lips. He smiles at me when I do. I am finally starting to feel normal. Really tired but normal me at 98.6 or so. "I'm feeling a lot better now, guys. I really appreciate you and you know I love all of you. But last night I was so upset with myself. I saw the tears falling from Eddie's eyes from pain that I was causing him. I just couldn't help but think of those men who took advantage of you boys for their selfish pleasures. I don't want to be like them. I love you boys and never, ever, EVER want to hurt any of you. Not ever." "We know," they answer in unison. "I think if we ever try it again that I will take much more time getting you ready. I think that may have been the problem. But I'm not sure it will happen again." "But dad I really want you too. I know that next time it will be better." I'm not sure what to think. But I do know I feel better both mentally and physically. "Let's get out of this tub, boys. I made you guys a little fun maze outside in the snow, and I hid a surprise in the center of it." Jim's eyes light up. "What is it?" "If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?" He just grins and shows me all his teeth. I kiss his button nose. Eddie gets out first and grabs towels, followed by Jim and then Jack. They all make me stay in the tub until they are dried off, and only then do they allow me to get out. They all start rubbing their towels all over me to dry me off. It does feel nice, that's for sure. They guide me out to the living room and lay me on the couch. "I'm not an invalid," I say in protest. "You can't argue today," Eddie says. I just sigh and let them pamper me. They cover me up with a blanket then grab another one. "I'm pretty tired, guys. Why don't you go get your warmest clothes on and go play outside in the maze for a little while." "We don't want to leave you, daddy,"Jim says. "Buddy, I am just going to sleep. I feel a long nap coming on." I yawn as I say this. "If you're sure you will be OK?" Jack asks. "I will be. I was stupid to stay out so long. I know you boys won't do that." "No way," they all say. They all go get dressed and I am almost asleep before they even finish. I feel them all kiss my cheek and whisper they love me before they go outside to play for a while. I have no idea how much time passed but I wake up briefly when I feel the cold air from the door being opened and the boys walking in with the box. "What do you think is in it?" Jim asks. "I don't know," Eddie responds. "Let's wait until daddy is awake before we open it. It will be like Christmas morning or something with all the snow,"Jack says. "Yeah, that's so cool,"Jim says. "Let's go play some more. We can let dad rest some more, and besides it's so cool in the snow maze." "Yeah, it is." I am trying to wake up so they can open the box, but I just can't seem to force my eyes open. I hear them walk back out and close the door softly. I smile inwardly and am back to sleep in seconds, not that I actually woke up to any significant degree. I do however finally wake up about two hours later and they are all sitting in front of the couch on the floor, reading. I didn't really have any books at their grade level. However, they are all enjoying the Jules Verne and Mark Twain books I have. I feel kind of bad that I am taking their usual spots. "I'm sorry guys, I will go to my room so you can sit on the couch." "No dad, it's OK. We just wanted to be close to you is all. If we wanted seats we could have gone to the kitchen or read in our room," Eddie says. "So why don't you open the box now? I think you boys will really like it," I say, smiling and trying to sit up. So they all gather around the box and open the top. "This is so cool," Jack says. "I had it when I was your age. It worked when I put it in the RV but I never really messed with much after I was about 16. I don't know how long it will last but it's yours to enjoy." "Daddy, what's this one called?" "Nintendo 64. It's old but I think that it will give you boys something fun to do while it's winter." "This is so amazing!" They pull the console out together with the 30 or so games I have in the box. "Do you need help setting it up?" "Nah daddy, it's easy," Jim says as they all start to plug it in and hook it up. It takes them about five minutes and soon they are playing Mario Cart. I remember the game and enjoy watching them. Jim and Eddie play first and Jack goes to his room, my room, our room? He comes back nude and he climbs under the covers and lays chest to chest with me. I love feeling his nakedness against me. It just feels so nice and right. I put my arms around him and lay one hand on his back and the other cupping his ass cheek. Once it is his turn, Jim loses, so he strips and comes back and takes Jack's spot on top of me. I put my hands on the same spots and feel his lovely smooth body against me. I'm not hard or even thinking about sex. It's just really a nice feeling having them so close. I doze off after Eddie wins again. I feel Jack and Jim switch places and I'm asleep again for an hour; the cold really got to me. I shouldn't have done it and I knew it at the time. But I will be fine; I just need rest. I feel them switch places a few times and I'm awake again, kind of. I see Jack is back on top of me and Eddie is still playing. He beats Jim and laughs. "You guys aren't ever gonna beat me. I am king of this game." I just chuckle. "What, you want to take me on, old man?" "I don't want to hurt your feelings by destroying you." "I tell you what, if you beat me I will suck you off. If I beat you then you have to do my butt, and no stopping this time," he says, all sure of himself. "I don't even have to sit up to beat you. I can have Jack, Jim or both laying on top of me and I will still beat you," I say to him. "So if I win you will do it then, and not stop?" "Buddy, there is no chance you will win," I say, laughing. "Whatever." Jack hands me the controller and climbs up so that he and Jim are laying on me. I hold up the controller and I do scoot up a bit so I can see the TV better. Then the race is on. I will just say that I wasn't lying; he didn't stand a chance. He isn't bad at the game but I have hundreds of hours logged on to this game. It's been a while but memory and reflex kicked in. I beat him so bad the other two boys were laughing at him. He wasn't mad though; he took it in stride. "I tried to warn you. I loved this game." I hand the controller to Jim and he scoots off of me. "Well, I guess those two can play while I pay off my bet." "Now isn't a good time. I'm just too tired still and wouldn't enjoy it." He smiles. "OK then, later." "That's a better idea." "I'm still going to let them play because they are hogging you and I want a turn," Eddie says as he strips off his shirt and pants. The younger two get off of me and start playing, and Eddie lays on top of me. Eddie wraps his arms around me and puts his head on my chest. He feels so nice next to me like the others. I do love these boys with all my heart and would gladly give my life to save any of them. I feel Eddie get hard. I think that honestly I can't respond to him right now; I'm still too wiped out from the cold. But I still like feeling his hard cock pressing against my belly. He isn't humping me, but he is pressing against me every so often and I really love how it feels. I like my boys getting off; it's a huge joy for me to see them get their cums. Not to mention that it's a huge turn on, too. I look at the clock and see that it reads 3:30, so I need to start thinking about something for supper. I know the boys will be ready to eat around 5:00. I think about it for a little while and it hits me that we haven't. had steaks for a good while. I got a whole cow just before the catastrophe hit and it included a lot of steaks. When the boys are changing places I get up, get the steaks out of the freezer, and put them in the sink in warm water. I know you are supposed to use cold, but cold water wouldn't thaw them fast enough. I go sit on my chair and Jack, who lost to Jim, takes a spot on my lap and covers us up. "Daddy, the maze was lots of fun. It's so tall we can't see over it." "I am glad you liked it. Maybe tomorrow I will make some more parts to it." "So long as you don't stay out so long and get sick again." "No, I learned my lesson this time," I assure him, and put my hand on his tummy." After a while the boys tire of Mario Cart and switch to another game. As I sit and watch them playing, the boys rotate sitting on my lap. At around 5:00, I get up and start supper. I wrap some potatoes in foil and put them in the oven because I think they taste a lot better that way. I check the steaks and they are close to being thawed enough to cook. I drain the water and put fresh warm water over them to finish the thawing process. I grab a can of green beans to put in the microwave, and set the timer so I know when to put the steaks in so they will be done at the same time as the potatoes. Then I go sit back down and watch the boys play some more. It's so much fun watching them play and listening to them trash talk each other. Eddie however is not dominating this game; they all seem to be pretty evenly matched. Which makes it more exciting for them since they can't think that so and so will automatically win. It's certainly more exciting for me as a spectator. They have asked me a hundred times it seems if I want to play. I decline because I really don't want to, and think it's more fun to watch them play. When the timer goes off, I slip Jim off my lap. He follows me and starts setting the table since the other two are playing. I think it's sweet that he is doing that without me needing to ask him. Then Jack loses to Eddie, and Eddie takes over as Jim starts playing again. I put the steaks in the broiler to cook, open the beans, and put them in a bowl and then in the microwave. Eddie decides on lemonade instead of tea tonight. I think either one is a good choice. After a while, I open the broiler and push my finger onto the steaks to see if they are done yet. Not ready yet, I think, and put them back in. "Why did you do that?" Eddie asks. "Do what?" "Push on the steaks with your finger." "Oh, it's an old trick that a chef once showed me. If you put your index finger to your thumb like this and press on the meat under your thumb that's rare. The middle finger is medium rare, the ring finger is medium, and the pinky is well done. That's how the meat will feel when you push on it so you can know what it's like without cutting it open." "Oh, that's cool." "Yeah, we old guys know lots of tricks." A couple minutes later I open the broiler and Eddie walks over and touches one of the steaks. Then he does the finger trick. "Medium rare?" I touch it and smile. "Exactly right, and that's how I like mine. Boys, how do you like yours?" They all say the same. I think that's awesome but note that I should have asked before I started cooking them. I take them out and put one on each plate. I pull out the potatoes and literally play hot potato. I turn on the microwave and heat the beans as I get out some butter. I sure do wish I had some sour cream. I wonder if you can make sour cream with goat's milk? I will have to ask Mike about that. The boys turn off the game and TV and sit down to eat. "Oh dad, this is so good!" Eddie practically shouts after his first bite. "Mmm," is all I get from the other two who can't stop eating long enough to speak, which I take as two (four?) thumbs way up. I take a bite and my goodness, a New York strip has always been my favorite, and after not having it what seems like forever, it is absolutely heavenly on my tongue. We eat and enjoy our meal. The boys are so happy we are having steaks, too; it's been way too long for all of us. I think if I remember I will take a few down to the Washingtons to let them have some of the awesomeness, too. Sure they got goats and pigs and chickens, but once in a while it has to be beef for dinner. The boys clean up and are dancing around having fun. I love to see them happy, which they are almost all of the time. Actually since they have been here there haven't really been times when they weren't happy. "We should play more games,"Jack says. "Nah, it will rot our brains if we play too much," Eddie says with a burst of maturity. "It won't really rot your brains, but I think you boys need to do something else now," I said, adding my two cents' worth of parental wisdom. "Well, I want to read more about the Nautilus," Eddie says, half surprising me. For someone who regularly protests that he doesn't like school, he sure is good at scholarly work, including reading. I honestly think the main issue is that he wasn't being challenged before, because it's obvious to me that he is smart as a whip. He sure seems to be enjoying me teaching him. Jim and Jack agree they wouldn't mind reading either, so that is how we finish our evening together: just reading in silence. The boys have apparently devised a system of switching places on my lap, and did so every so often. After reading for quite a while, we were tired and all headed to bed. Jim, Eddie, and Jack all followed me to my room, and I was so happy about that; I missed Jack, in fact all of them, last night. We snuggle in together and I am asleep faster than they are tonight.