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Robert and Johnny
The rest of the story
(Part three of the trilogy began in My 11th Summer, then Tween to Teen) By: Kewl Dad

I feel like at this point I need to backtrack a little concerning Gerald. Since his return from the war and his recovery from his injuries, a lot had happened in his life. Using his GI benefits, Gerald enrolled in classes at Spartan School of Aeronautics and was studying mechanics, as well as working on obtaining his pilot's certification. Of course, having been a helicopter pilot in the Army was a big plus, and his instructors soon learned just how skilled he was.

Though we'd discussed Gerald staying with us and perhaps even getting a larger place, Gerald wound up moving in with two other guys in a three bedroom house on the North Side, not far from the school. We saw Gerald often, usually on the weekends, and had even met his roommates, Brian and Gary, who seemed like nice guys.

So...generally speaking, Gerald was pretty much a part of our lives at this point, and that was why it was so shocking to learn he was getting married.

Her name was Sherry, and Gerald told us he had met her at school. No, she wasn't a student, but rather a secretary to one of the administrators. They'd hit it off immediately, he said, and before long they were having break or lunch together, and one thing led to another and they began to date outside of school.

Without being too graphic, Gerald told us that after the third or fourth date they'd wound up at her apartment and that he spent the night. She too had a roommate, who fortunately was out of town that weekend, and Gerald and Sherry took full advantage of her absence.

Gerald admitted this wasn't his first time with a woman, but he said all the other times it had been strictly about sex, but with Sherry it was different.

"I know it's crazy, we've only been dating a couple months, but we both feel the same way, and we've decided to get married."

"Does she know about Lam?" I asked, trying to be as diplomatic as possible. I knew Gerald would never knowingly use someone, but I also knew how determined he was to bring the Vietnamese boy, Lam, to the US.

"Yeah, she knows, and she wants him here as much as I do. That's one thing I really love about her, she has such a big heart. I can't wait for you guys to meet her, I just know you guys are gonna love each other."

"She sounds like quite a gal," Johnny said smiling, "Good for you buddy, good for you."

"Anyway, like I said, I just got back from Nam and I actually got to see and talk to Lam. Man, he's grown so much, but he's still the same old Lam. Some doctors fixed him up with a prosthetic leg and he gets around as good as any of the other kids. We had a really good visit, but I could only stay two days. That's all I could afford this time."

"Gerald, if you need money..." I began.

"No, no, I'm fine. I found out what I needed to know, and now I just have to work on things at this end."

As we ate we talked, and Gerald told us all about his trip and his plans going forward. Though he and Sherry wanted to get married as soon as possible, they still hadn't told Sherry's folks, although Gerald had told his own mom.

"What did your mom think of that?" Johnny chuckled.

"I think she was relieved, happy even. She said she wouldn't mind having some grandkids. Huh, she didn't do that well with her own kids, so I'm not sure I'd trust her with my kids."

"She wasn't all that bad, was she?" I asked gently.

"Nah, I guess not, but...I'll be honest, when I came back from Nam with my injuries, it really hurt that she didn't offer to take care of me."

"I know, and you had a right to be hurt, but in the end staying with Granny and Tony and Caleb was the best plan."

"Yeah, I had a great time there, that's for sure. I never felt so loved or cared for as I did there."

"So...when are you going to tell her folks?" I asked curiously.

"Probably New Year's Eve. We're invited to a party at her folk's house on the lake. I didn't mention this before, but her folks are pretty well off. Her dad is a lawyer and her mom sells real estate."

"Ouch, do you think her folks will approve?" I asked with concern.

"She swears they're the nicest people I'd ever want to meet, and... that they will be happy to know she found someone. We'll see," he chuckled.

"Well, she couldn't have found a better boy to fall for," I said, holding up my glass for a toast, "to Gerald and Sherry, we wish you all the happiness in the world."

"Thanks," Gerald said sounding very emotional, "and to Lam, I'm coming for you little buddy."

"To Lam," Johnny and I both added.

Gerald stayed overnight, and even though Johnny and I had originally been looking forward to spending Christmas day alone, we found Gerald's company exactly what we needed to chase away the blues.

We stayed up late, eating, drinking, watching movies on TV, and when it was time for bed we headed to our separate bedrooms. Johnny and I had just settled in, naked as usual, when there came a knock on the bedroom door.

"Who is it?" I joked.

"The Big Bad Wolf, and if you don't open up I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your door down."

"Blow, did you say?" I laughed, "come on in, Mr. Wolf."

"Hey," Gerald said grinning as he entered.

He was dressed in just white briefs, and from the bulge in them I'd say he had more on his mind than a last goodnight.

"Come on," Johnny said holding the covers up for Gerald, who quickly hopped over and slid in beside him.

"Oh, you're naked," Gerald chuckled.

"Yeah, we were about to make some whoopee," I joked, "want to join us, or are you a pussy man now?"

"I like both, and...the thing is, Sherry knows, and she's cool with it."

"What? No way!" I said, my mouth hanging open in shock.

"Yeah, she's so easy to talk to, and one time it just slipped out, and she was sorta excited by it."

"Wow, this gal is definitely one worth hanging on to," Johnny observed.

"Yeah, she sure is, but right now...she's not here, and I'm awfully horny...any ideas?"

"Yeah, scoot over here in the middle and we'll make a meat sandwich," I giggled.

"First, lose the undies," Johnny ordered, and Gerald easily complied, and soon three naked pals were going at it like bunnies.

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Bill and Peter

A few miles away in a low income apartment near the River, Bill and Peter were just settling down for the night. It had been a good day, plenty to eat, gifts to open, and even their sister seemed in a joyous mood that day. For once she wasn't out with her boyfriend, and the four of them had spent the day as a family.

With Robert and Johnny's help the two had even managed to get a gift for their mom, a new dress, and for their sister, a nice bottle of perfume. Of course, the boys loved the gifts they'd received at Robert and Johnny's apartment, but the ones from their mom and sister were very much appreciated as well.

It was the best Christmas any of them could remember and they were sad to see it end. However, even though it was time for bed, Bill and Peter knew the fun didn't have to end there.

Their mom had turned in around 9:30 or so, and Judy wasn't far behind her, though she planned on staying up awhile and reading from a teen mag, one of her Christmas gifts from her mom.

The boys had showered earlier, together, and once they were inside their room and the door latched, their clothes came off quickly. Though they didn't usually sleep naked, they did like to be naked while they played, even if they did slip their briefs back on afterwards.

"I want to try something new," Peter whispered once the two were in bed.

"O...okay," Bill said, his excitement obvious in his voice.

"First, let's kiss, okay?"

"Yeah...yesss," Bill effused, for he loved kissing.

Soon the two were making out, kissing not as brothers might, but as lovers, as they ground their hard teenage cocks together in ecstasy.

"Wait here," Peter said, suddenly pulling away and grabbing his underwear from the floor.

Bill watched with interest, but he wasn't concerned. Peter knew what he was doing and he just had to be patient.

Soon Peter returned carrying a bottle of lotion, and after locking the door, he lost his underwear again and piled into bed by his brother.

"Lotion," Bill said grinning, "for...for my butt?" he giggled.

"Yeah, how did you know?" Peter laughed, "Rob suggested it. The lotion will help my dick slide up and down your crack, then when I spunk, you can do me, okay?"

"Yea...yeah, that sounds...fun," Bill said excitedly.

"Okay, lay on your tummy," Peter instructed, "yeah, like that, only raise your butt some. Here, let's put a pillow under your middle, first a towel though, cause I don't want sperm on my pillow," he added laughing.

Once Peter had Bill positioned, it was time to apply the lotion. First, he squirted some on his hand and fingers and began working it into Bill's crack. He loved the soft smooth texture of his brother's hairless butt, and the sight of his lovely pink hole caused his cock to throb in anticipation. Someday, he thought to himself, I want to put my dick in that hole and fuck my brother, but not tonight.

Once Bill was greased up, Peter applied a generous amount of lotion to the head of his cock, being careful not to stimulate it too much and come before he ever started.

"Okay, gonna do it now," Peter said in a breathy whisper, "you ready?"

"Yeh...yeah, oh...yeah...do it...baby," Bill teased.

Peter laughed and swatted his brother on his cute ass, causing him to yelp. "Here I come, ready or not," Peter sang as he moved into place.

It took a moment or two to get the angle just right, but soon he was moving rhythmically, sliding his hard throbbing teenage meat up and down Bill's crack. Each time he passed over Bill's virgin pucker both boys would shiver with pleasure and desire, precursors to what the future might hold for them. But tonight, this was all either was prepared to do.

Gazing down at his brother's naked sexy body, Peter was overwhelmed with feelings of lust and love. How could this be wrong? he wondered, they loved each other so much, and to take pleasure from each other this way and the many other ways they'd discovered, just seemed natural and right.

"I love you bubber," Peter suddenly whispered.

And then in a voice choked with emotion, Bill returned the sentiment, "I love you too...forever."

Overcome with joy and love, Peter was barely aware that his orgasm was slipping up on him fast. His eyes traveled down to the swell of his brother's cute butt and the sight of his cock rubbing up and down the smooth divide between those glorious globes was all he needed to push him over the edge.

"Oh my God!!" Peter hissed, "I'm commmmingggg. Feels so damn good. I love you sooo much Bill."

"Oh...it's hot," Bill giggled, "I feel it...it's ...nice."

Peter thought that he had never come as hard or as much as he had that night, and it was sometime before his cock settled down enough to pull away, leaving a sticky trail behind.

"Man, I came a lot," Peter giggled, "you're a mess."

"Wait," Bill said, sensing Peter was about to start cleaning him up, "I...I wa...wanna use your cum for grease."

"Wow, that's a great idea. Okay, hold on, hmmm, let me get something to scoop it up with," Peter said hopping out of bed.

Looking around he spotted a jar of paint on the dresser and quickly removed the lid. The paint was dried, and in no danger of contaminating the cum that he quickly scooped up using his fingers and the lid. What little was left behind, Peter quickly cleaned up with the towel he'd reserved for just this purpose before handing the lid of cum to Bill.

"Tha...that's a lot."

"I know, but it might dry out, so you might have to use some lotion too. But you can start with this. It will be rad to have my own spunk on my butthole," Peter laughed.

"Yeah, okay, la...lay on yo...your tummy."

Once Peter was in position, Bill wasted no time getting down to business. He might be slow in some things, but he was older and hornier and eager to get his rocks off. Unlike Peter, Bill wasted no time thinking about the propriety of what they were doing. He loved his brother, and he loved getting his rocks off, and to do it with someone you loved was just about the best feeling in the world as far as he was concerned.

Soon Bill had a rhythm going and his soft pants caused Peter to smile. As much as he loved being on top, knowing that he was pleasing his brother was a real turn-on as well. In fact, he felt like he could come just from feeling his brother's slightly larger cock rub against his virgin hole. Someday, he hoped he could feel that cock inside him, but he felt it was too soon to go that far, and for now this pseudo fucking was just fine.

"Oh..oh..ah...ah...shit...damn," Bill swore as he rode Peter harder, then suddenly on the down stroke his pecker accidentally grazed Peter's pucker, and before either could react he had penetrated just a fraction of an inch.

"Ahhh," Peter cried out in surprise, not pain.

"Sowwry," Bill said pulling back immediately, "it was an accident."

"It's okay, felt kind of good actually. Someday, maybe we can try putting it inside, but not today. Go ahead and start rubbing again. I want you to have a good come tonight. A Christmas come," he added with a laugh.

"Yeah, ho ho ho, Merry...cum," Bill laughed, never missing a stroke.

As Peter had done, Bill gazed down at his brother's sexy naked body and felt his passion rise even higher. He loved every curve, every angle of his younger brother's body, and the feeling he was giving him right now made him love him even more.

"I'm com...coming," Bill suddenly cried out as he began to squirt, his hot teenage spunk going up Peter's back, almost to his neck.

The second squirt went almost as far, but the third squirt occurred just as Bill pulled back a bit, and pressed against Peter's hole. A small amount drizzled into that hole, the rest running down Peter's balls and pooling on the towel covering the pillow beneath him.

"That was..was the best," Bill said once they were cleaned up and back in bed.

Still naked, they kissed again, then cuddled together as they both came down from their sexual high.

"Night brother, Merry Christmas," Peter said kissing his brother on the cheek.

"Night," Bill sighed, "Merry Christmas, Peter, I love you," he said clearly, no sign of his speech impediment to be found.

"I love you too, brother," Peter said softly, as the two brothers slowly drifted off to sleep.

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That night as Gerald lay between us in our bed, I thought of all the times the three of us had fooled around and I smiled. We were inexperienced, but horny little bastards back then, but it didn't take us long to figure things out. Now, all these years later our lovemaking came as natural as breathing.

As I fondled Gerald's hard leaking cock, Johnny paid attention to his balls, and soon we had him moaning softly.

"Guys, guys...slow down or I'm gonna blow. It's been awhile since another hand has touched me down there. Let me work on you guys a while now."

"We're all yours," I said stretching out and sighing contentedly. This was the life, not one, but two men in my bed, ready and eager to please me, and to please each other.

Accepting the challenge, Gerald lay between us, his right hand on my cock and his left on Johnny's as he slowly stroked us, pausing occasionally to work our balls in our mostly hairless nut sacks.

"You're a good ball handler," Johnny joked, "do you play professionally?"

"I'm a pro," Gerald chuckled, "I learned from the best, you two guys."

"We've come a long way since then, no pun intended," I said, "but the sex is still just as new and exciting as back then, don't you think?"

"In some ways, I'd say it was better," Johnny added, "we're comfortable and familiar with one another, and we really know how to get the juices flowing," he added with a chuckle.

"For sure, I'm leaking like mad," I moaned.

"Slick as snot," Gerald joked, "mind if I have a taste while I have you so worked up?"

"Be our guest," I said, hoping he meant Johnny's cock snot too.

"Yumm...two fountains of joy juice," Gerald said as he began licking my cock clean, before doing the same for Johnny.

"I'll give you an hour to stop that," Johnny joked.

"Okay, I'm game. Want me to bring you off? Then I'll bring Robert off. I want to make both of you guys feel good first."

"Who are we to turn down a good blowjob from an old friend?" I laughed, "Go for it, work your magic."

"Here's what I had in mind," Gerald said getting up on his knees between us, "I go back and forth, sucking one and jerking the other, but when you get close I want it in my mouth, got it? No coming without my mouth on it."

"That sounds hot," I said excitedly, "I think I can hold out if Johnny can."

"Yeah, we'll make it work. If we get too close we can warn you."

Gerald hadn't exaggerated, he was a pro when it came to making us feel good, and his warm wet mouth was driving us wild with passion. It was a good thing that he'd laid out the rules up front, because after only a few minutes I was beginning to feel those flutters in my gut that usually accompanied a massive orgasm. Fortunately, as if he could sense my impending orgasm, Gerald switched over to Johnny then, and though his hand felt good on my throbbing dick, the moment had passed, and I was able to enjoy the attention without fear of coming too soon.

Gerald must've worked us, back and forth, for over a half hour, and by the time he finally allowed us to come, we were both almost desperate for release. I came first, flooding Gerald's mouth with an over-sized load, which had built up from all the foreplay and edging. Again, Gerald was a trooper and held on till the end, taking all of my load and finally swallowing it, then licking my still throbbing cock clean.

"Your turn," he growled, giving Johnny a hungry look, "give me that cum, boy!"

Johnny laughed, but he was ready to unload by then and it didn't take long for Gerald to finish him off. If my load was larger than usual, Johnny's seemed to be a record setter, according to Gerald. In fact, a little ran down Gerald's chin before he could swallow it, and I have to say he was one sexy looking dude with my lover's cum running down his handsome face.

"Oh, my God," I said once we'd settled down a little, "that was amazing."

"It sure was," Johnny agreed, "Now, it's your turn. What's your pleasure, mouth or ass?" he said grinning.

"I'm open," Gerald said, but the way his eyes lit up when he heard the word 'ass' told me exactly what he most wanted.

But first, some foreplay, I thought as Johnny and I tag-teamed him and got him all worked up. As before, we took turns working on his cock and balls, but we were careful not to let things get too far out of hand.

Johnny and I were so close, still are, that he knew exactly what I had in mind without any verbal communication between us. So, when I finally figured Gerald was ready for the main event, my lover didn't bat an eye as I grabbed the lube and handed it to him.

Gerald looked on with lust filled eyes, but I still wasn't sure he knew exactly what I had in mind. He sat up as Johnny began to loosen up my ass, and soon I was moaning as he pushed his fingers in and out of me.

"I'm ready," I whispered hoarsely to Johnny.

"Okay, buddy boy, want me to grease you up or do you want to do it yourself?" Johnny said turning to Gerald.

"Oh, for me?" he said looking surprised, but pleased.

"Well, we figured you liked fucking now that you had a girlfriend," Johnny joked.

"Oh, I always liked fucking," Gerald chuckled, "but I have to admit, Robert's ass is amazing."

"Thank you," I said smiling, "now, get lubed up and get at it, mister."

Even as many times as Gerald and I had shared this intimacy, that night seemed special. Maybe it was because in my mind I thought our times together this way might be numbered now that Gerald was getting married, but for whatever reason we were both trembling as he finally moved into position and gently entered me.

"Oh, I think you've grown," I gasped as he sank in all the way, "but it feels good."

"You're still so tight," he whispered, "so hot, so tight, so silky smooth inside."

"Damn, you two look hot together," Johnny said from beside us.

Like me, Johnny enjoyed watching two guys fuck almost as much as fucking. There was just something about watching a cock slide in an out of a hole, ass muscles trembling with each thrust, the look of ecstasy on the guy's face as he concentrated on getting the maximum feeling, not to mention that 'O' face he gets at the end.

"Sloppy seconds," I suggested, "don't waste it dear," I scolded.

"Hell yeah, I love a sloppy hole. Wading around in another guy's cum," Johnny said lustily.

This was years before we'd ever heard of the term 'cum-dump', or 'pump and dump', and I can't say I'm a really big fan of that idea, but two guys sharing a hole, especially if the guys are as close as we three were, was just plain hot.

Gerald took his time, moving slowly and staring down into my face as if he wanted to kiss me, but he seemed hesitant. Was it because of his feelings for Sherry, or was there something else on his mind?

I waited as long as I could, and when he still didn't make a move I took matters into my own hands, or lips, as the case may be. Grabbing him around the neck, I pulled him down and locked lips with him, burying my tongue in his mouth, and after the initial shock was over, he loosened up and returned the kiss.

"Hell yeah," Johnny said moving up beside us and joining in the kiss, swapping spit with both of us as Gerald continued to pound my hole gently but with increasing intensity.

"God, I'm close," Gerald said beneath his breath, "but I don't want to come yet."

"Rest then, stay in me but just stop moving," I said, pulling him down for another kiss.

By doing this several times we managed to prolong Gerald's orgasm for quite some time, but eventually we both tired of the physicality of the fuck and I coaxed him into finishing.

Gerald's finishing move is usually rough, and that night was no exception. Suddenly he went from gentle fucking to pounding my hole as if he were mad at me.

With each thrust I bounced against the headboard, making a loud knocking sound as it hit the wall. But before our neighbors could pound on the wall and tell us to quiet down, Gerald gave me one final thrust and began to come inside me.

Gerald described his orgasm as one of the best ever and confessed he thought he was going to pass out at one point. Having experienced that kind of orgasm myself, many times, I understood exactly what he meant, and was glad I had been the source of his good feeling.

As Gerald regained his senses he leaned down and kissed me one last time, then disengaged his still leaking cock from my ass and sat back on his haunches. Johnny was right there with the clean up towel, and as soon as Gerald was out of the way, Johnny was moving in to take his place.

"Wait, I want you to do me doggy style," I said. I loved that position, giving and getting, but I figured it would also give me a chance to stretch my limbs after being bent like a pretzel for so long.

"Fine by me," Johnny said hopping onto the floor, his bare feet making a thud as he hit the carpet.

Soon I was in position. Since I was already stretched out and lubed, thanks to Gerald and his cum, Johnny quickly entered me, and grabbing my hips firmly, he wasted no time going at it.

Johnny and I have several techniques we use while making love, sometimes we are gentle and loving, sometimes wild and frantic, and sometimes a mixture of the two. That night, in that position, it was wild and frantic.

I was quivering like Jello as Johnny pounded my sloppy hole, his cock hitting my prostrate with each forward thrust and causing my cock to leak like mad. I'd had a few hands-free orgasms over the years, and I was almost certain I was heading toward one that night.

Gerald, who had recovered somewhat, was sitting beside me on the bed watching, his cock still half hard as he rubbed it absent-mindedly. I studied his lean muscled body, noting the scars from his injuries in Nam and my heart was filled with such love for him. He had come into our lives when we were young and inexperienced, and we had learned together. We'd become friends as easily as if it were preordained, and in a way, maybe it was. I have never really believed things just happen for no reason.

Roger had appeared in our lives when we needed someone to show us new things, and even though he'd left just as abruptly as he'd appeared, he had left an indelible mark on our lives. Then, along came Gerald, running from his home life and falling into our lives as if he'd fallen from Heaven.

"What?" Gerald whispered, noting my soft look.

"Come here," I whispered, and when he did I pulled him into a kiss.

When he pulled away after a few minutes he was actually blushing, "Johnny is going to get jealous."

"Huh uh, not me, " Johnny grunted as he thrust harder into my insides, my own orgasm building by the second.

"This is so...so not what I expected this night to be like," Gerald said shaking his head, then in a voice choked with emotion, "If I live to be one hundred, I will never forget you guys or how special you are to me."

"You're killing the mood," Johnny teased, "come over here and rub my butt while I finish up."

That was enough to pull Gerald out of his melancholy mood, and seconds later he was behind Johnny, running his hand up and down those quivering butt cheeks as my lover pounded out his orgasm.

"Oh shit!" Johnny moaned, "Here it comes....uhhhhhhhhhhh...oh God..."

Almost at that exact moment, my own cock exploded, my hot cum shooting out onto the towel which we'd thankfully put down beneath me. I came hard, and I came a lot, and Johnny said my orgasm caused my butthole to tighten, making his own orgasm even more intense.

Collapsing onto my back, Johnny kissed my neck, my shoulders, and anything else he could reach, then he hugged me tight and whispered those words I can never hear enough times.

"I love you."

"I love you too," I whispered back, then I laughed, "now, get off me, I'm tired and want to get some sleep."

Gerald and Johnny both laughed then, and soon we were cleaned up and back in bed. There was no mention of Gerald returning to his bed that night, and even though it was a little crowded, sleeping together was the best therapy for all of us.