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The Potter's Wheel

Chapter Twenty Two

 

Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock

 

Matt awoke at 600, his hard cock wedged between Jim's muscular ass cheeks; he began to move it up and down letting his foreskin push back and spreading his pre-cum deep between the hunk's hairy cheeks.

"No time for that this morning Captain," Jim said as he got out of bed by climbing over Barry waking him.

"What's up with you two?" Barry grumbled. Jim turned back and leaned down to kiss Barry, "Today's the big day baby and I don't want to be late."

The last two weeks had been a whirlwind for the guys. Christmas was a blast; the boys loved their horses and the tack they received from Frank and Finn. But the day of Ryan's adoption had arrived: it was really nothing more than everyone meeting in the judge's chambers, her signing the papers, a few pictures and then it was out to lunch to celebrate.

Jim stood at the toilet taking his morning piss. As it gushed from his morning wood he thought about his goal in adopting Ryan. It was all to ease Barry's mind; he already loved the boy like he was his own and wanted to make sure Barry's parents never had a chance to take him away if, God forbid, anything should happen to Baz.

Finishing his job he headed down to make sure the boys were up and ran into Al. "Morning Gunner," he said, then looking down at Jim's naked body said, "It's a little chilly in here this morning—aren't you worried about shrinkage?"

"Never Uncle Buck, actually I am one of the few men around who can stand a little shrinkage," Jim said and laughed.

"Yeah right, who you trying to convince—me or yourself?" Al shot back as he went past with his armload of towels. Jim knocked on the boys' door and heard a mumbled "Come in." He walked in to find Jimmer on his back with MJ lying with his head and arm across the dark haired boy's chest.

"Come on men, we have to hustle," Jim called out and received groans as the boys climbed out of bed. MJ headed for the bathroom, his boy wood leading the way while Jimmer raised himself up on one elbow and looked at his second father who noticed he had a troubled look on his face. He sat next to the boy and pulled him into a hug, "What's on your mind sport?"

"Dad, after the adoption today do we have to call Uncle Baz Dad also?" He asked looking clearly torn while holding Jim tight.

"Well what do you want to do?" Jim asked. When he didn't answer immediately Jim decided to pursue the issue but before he could MJ returned and snuggled into his other side and asked what they were talking about.

"We were discussing what you guys would call Uncle Bazza after today. So again I'll ask what would you guys like to do?" Jim didn't want to push the guys one way or the other.

"Well...I want to call him Dad—he's so cool; but..." Jimmer stammered.

"Go ahead bro, tell him what's really bothering you," MJ said. It was obvious that the guys had been discussing this and that the issue bothered Jimmer the most.

"Well, I mean having two Dads was easy when we lived back home; and I really don't care that you and Dad are gay but I've heard the guys at school make some pretty nasty comments about a kid in our class who has two moms. What are they going to say about me an MJ when they find out we have three Dads?" Jim just hugged the lad by his side hard and felt him melt into his larger body.

"Okay sport, here's the deal—I know Bazza would love you guys to call him Dad, but it won't bother him if you don't. As for those guys, well you have no control over what they think—nor should you care," Jim advised.

"Yeah but what if they ask about it Dad?" MJ threw in.

"Just because someone asks you a question doesn't mean you have to answer, well except for your Dads, Papa, a teacher, and Uncle Buck; but when a friend or classmate asks you something you're not comfortable answering just say nothing. And if that doesn't feel right to you just say yours is a special family and you call Matt and Baz Dad out of respect." Jim told them. The boys were quiet for a minute, clearly they were thinking about what they were just told, and then Jimmer jumped up and kissed his Dad.

"Thanks Dad, I have to pee," he said as he ran to the bathroom leaving MJ and Jim alone.

"He worries too much Dad, I tell him all the time not to worry about this stuff," MJ said quietly.

"Well he's a lot like his father, he's a sensitive kid and he's lucky to have you as a brother and best friend. Now let's get going buddy, it's going to be a busy day," Jim said then kissed his son on the top of the head and headed to his room to get ready.

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The Judge was reviewing the papers for the adoption while Barry was in front holding Ryan on his lap and Jim sat next to him bouncing a fidgeting Kelly on his knee. Matt and the boys along with the other guests were seated behind.

"Well Mr. Parsons, everything seems to be in order; I do however have one final question. Could you explain in your own words the reason you wish Mr. Flannery to adopt your son?"

"Of course Your Honor, but would it be alright if we allowed the boys to take Ryan out into the corridor?" Barry asked.

"Certainly," she replied, but had a skeptical look on her face.

MJ and Jimmer stepped forward to take Ryan and followed Billy out of the room. When he heard the door close Barry started his story.

"It's like this Your Honor, when I found out that I was sick and needed chemo and an operation, I decided it would be best to have a will drawn up naming Jim as Ryan's guardian. It was then that my attorney informed me that even though I had named Jim, my parents or the parents of my deceased wife could challenge it and possibly gain custody—that is something I do not want." He then went on to give the Judge a quick overview of what had happened since he was wounded right up to the last visit with his parents.

"It's very simple Your Honor; Ryan thinks of Jim, and also of Matt as another father and their sons as his brothers; and I can't bear the thought of him going to live with people he has only met twice in his young life—even if they are his blood grandparents," Barry said, while never breaking eye contact with the Judge. When he was through she asked the bailiff to call the boys back in. Ryan entered holding Billy's hand and ran up and grabbed Jim's arm.

"Daddy! Uncle Billy helped me and I drank from the fountain and I held the handle and made the water come out," Ryan enthused.

"That's great Sparky, now jump on Dad's lap, we have to be quiet for the judge," Jim said and then leant over and kissed him.

"Okay Daddy," he said and climbed up on Barry's lap.

"Sorry your Honor, he gets a bit excited," Barry offered.

"Not at all, the young man's performance only proves this is in his best interest. In my years on the bench I have seen many children who could have benefited greatly by having men like you and your partner to raise them. I'm happy to grant your petition" she said, smiling while picking up her pen and signing the papers, "Congratulations young man," she said pointing to Ryan, "you now have two daddies."

"No, I got three," he said twisting in Barry's lap to point at Matt. The Judge looked a bit confused but said nothing.

After a few pictures with the Judge they headed off for lunch. When the family arrived at the courthouse parking garage, Jimmer grabbed Barry's shoulder, "Hey Dad, can me and MJ ride with you?" Barry looked a bit surprised but recovered quickly, "Sure mate, that'll be great," he said, as he strapped Ryan into his seat. Jim was watching the exchange and when he caught Jimmer's eye he just smiled and gave him a thumbs up.

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"Well `big daddy' how does it feel to have five sons, three of them legal and two husbands," Matt said licking the back of Jim's neck while he stood aiming a strong stream of piss into the toilet.

"Don't do that while I'm pissing, you'll get me hard," Jim said shaking the last drops and then turned taking Matt in his arms. "It's pretty cool, but the best was our boys calling Bazza `dad'—did you see how he beamed all through lunch and dinner?"

"Yeah, I've already told the boys that I was proud of them," Matt relayed. They found Barry already in bed and crawled in with him. There was little talk, Jim and Matt attacked their hot younger lover's mouth in a steamy three-way kiss that had them all hard and leaking in minutes. Jim pulled away first and hopped out of the bed, "Hold on guys, I have something for you," he said over his shoulder as he headed into his closet. He returned carrying a twelve inch long double ended dildo, it looked to be about two inches thick and covered in veins. "I call this the portable Drew," Jim said referring to their extremely well hung tenant back in North Carolina, while climbing back in bed.

"Holy fuck," Matt exclaimed picking up the rubber toy and stroking it, "this thing is heavy—do you think Drew's cock weighs this much?" He asked rhetorically. "So what are your plans for this?" He asked with a twinkle in his eye.

"I'm going to impale my two favorite men on it, and while they are enjoying themselves I'm going to suck them off," Jim said reaching for their bottle of olive oil. He had his men lie side by side and pull their knees to their chests and spent ten minutes moving back and forth rimming his lovers as they played sword fight with their tongues. Then he lubed each wet hairy hole with oil and had them move around so their asses lined up; he bent the long rubber cock in half and started to feed it into their well-prepped love tunnels. Both of his lovers moaned when the latex head popped through their anal rings as Jim urged them to move closer until "Drew" had disappeared inside them. Both guys' cocks remained hard as steel and were dripping; Jim grabbed them and held them together in his fist and began to lick the heads clean of their pre-cum before moving on to take one cock at a time in his mouth and giving the best blow job he could.

"Come on Jimmy, kneel over me so I can suck your cock," Matt ordered and Jim happily complied. The sight of the big black rubber cock moving in his guys' holes was getting him real close so he swung around and sixty-nined with Barry for a while. Matt called out that he was close and Barry pulled off to echo the warning. Jim moved quickly back to his position where he grabbed both slick tubes in his hands and started to stroke them holding just the two heads in his mouth.

"Fuck Jimmy, here it comes," Matt called out as he unloaded his hot cream in Jim's mouth—of course that set Barry off as well and as hard as he tried Jim had cum leaking out of the corners of his mouth.

Barry moved in and kissed Jim getting a taste of their combined loads, "Thanks baby; it's going to be a while before I can do that again," he said before sitting up to kiss Matt as well. After carefully removing Drew and a quick clean-up the lovers were snuggled together and asleep in minutes after the long exciting day.

"Mr. Parsons, if you would remove everything and put on this gown we can start your tests, I'll be back in a minute," said the very hot young male nurse. He looked very young—like he should be in a wrestling singlet rather than scrubs as the guys checked out his tight bubble butt as he left the room.

"He is one hot fuck," Barry said to Matt and Jim. They had arrived in Philly the day before; his operation to remove the tumor was scheduled for the next morning.

"You got that right baby, and did you see the hang swinging in those scrubs? I'll bet he's going commando under there," Jim said.

"And it looks like there is a lot swinging there," Barry said with a wink, "maybe you guys should see what time he gets off and take him home."

"No way baby, not necessary," Jim said, "you guys are all I need."

"What, no more playtime?" Matt asked.

"Well as far as I'm concerned you two are enough for me," Jim said sincerely, "but maybe once in a while we can bring someone else in for fun. I mean we're not fundamentalists after all," Jim said and then laughed. "But I trust you two and some things don't count—like if Derrick comes to our bed one night or if Dad and Finn want to play, same goes for Brandon or Tom—but they're all family. I guess I just don't want us to turn into sluts," Jim said seriously.

"Really Jimmy?" Matt asked.

"Affirmative Captain; I think if the three of us want to bring someone in that's okay; I just don't want us to turn into a bunch of tramps," Jim answered.

"I can live with that," Barry said, "how about you Matt?"

"I'm game, but after you get well we need to get that hot young nurse and take him home for some fun," Matt said.

Jim gave Matt a sharp stare, he was a bit annoyed at Matt continuing to push to bring others into their sex life but this wasn't the time or the place to discuss it, he would have to talk to him alone when they got back to the house. There was no need to upset Barry the day before his operation.

The hunky nurse returned and began the procedures for Barry's admission while flirting shamelessly with all three men, "Okay, I have to take your temperature?" the stud asked with a grin.

"Either end is fine with me (Barry paused to read the boy's name tag) Adam," giving it right back.

"Well it will have to be orally," he said with a wink and Matt and Jim just chuckled.

There were a few tests to be run so the guys said goodbye and promised to return at dinner with take-out. Riding back to the house Matt sensed that Jim was a bit tense and he assumed that it had to do with the conversation with Barry about playing with other people.

"Jimmy, are you angry with me for wanting to still bring other guys into our bed to play with?" Matt asked.

"No, I'm not angry—just confused; I don't understand why Bazza and I aren't enough for you," Jim said trying to hide his hurt.

Matt reached for his hand and brought it to his lips to kiss it. "Jimmy, as far as love is concerned—you were enough for me, but I've made room for Baz and couldn't be happier. What I'm talking about is dirty, sweaty sex; not making love to my partners." Jim glanced over and Matt noticed a genuine smile.

"So you're saying that if we have another guy or two in bed it's just gratuitous sex?"

"Exactly—I mean I'm not saying we should turn into swinging pigs, but I think it's about the same as watching porn and jerking off—it's just physical pleasure and release, not love," Matt said squeezing Jim's hand, "however I would prefer that any bottoming stay strictly between the three of us."

Jim smiled. It was nice that Matt wanted to save something special just for the three of them. When he thought about it, Matt was right. It really was no different than jerking off to a video; and when it came right down to it he really did enjoy a good round of group action. One thing he was sure of, things would never get dull.

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It was a slow afternoon for Al; the cleaning crew had left, the boys were back to school and Kelly was down for a nap. He had just put the last load of sheets in the washer (that was a job he kept for himself considering it was a house full of guys) and was sitting at the kitchen desk with his laptop when Brett came in. "Hey Al, since it's quiet around here I reckon I'll go work out and then hit the sauna," he said walking over and kneading the bear's shoulders, "don't forget the sparky is coming to work on the central vac today."

"Thanks, I remembered. In fact he should be here any time now."

"What are you doing?" he asked looking over Al's shoulder.

"A new chapter to my story, basically it's an on-going gay novel—I post it on a few websites. I find it very therapeutic," Al said as he pecked away at the keys.

"Right mate, I read them sometimes—good stories to wank to," Brett replied.

"Judging from the looks of your sheets, you must be reading them a lot," Al threw back.

"That wasn't wanking last week mate, I had quite a few visitors over the holiday—that Scott was a hot piece of ass, he tried to wear us out."

"Us?" Al asked.

"Yeah, New Year's Eve we ended up in the room with Derrick and Tim. Talk about cock crazy, one of us had to keep a cock in his mouth while he was getting fucked to keep him from waking the entire house," Brett shared with a big grin.

"Amazing the sacrifices one has to make," Al said with a smirk and then added, "but next time put down a few bath towels; those sheets were stiffer than a nun's wimple. Now go for your workout, I have to get this chapter finished."

Al continued to work on his tome until the gate buzzer sounded, looking at the screen he saw a handsome black guy with a beard and a thickly muscled neck. When he stepped out of the van Al's cock went hard so fast he felt dizzy from the loss of blood. The man stood six feet tall and stretched the blue fabric of his uniform almost to bursting. When he bent over to get his tool belt the sight of his ass and thick thighs caused Al to catch his breath. The repairman walked toward Al with a dazzling smile and the confidence of a man that knew he was hot.

"Mr. Calabrese, I'm Randy Jackson—I'm here to work on your central vac," he announced with his deep basso voice while holding out his hand. When Al shook it he felt the rough skin and the tightness of the grip and his knees threatened to give way.

"Great, follow me and I'll show you were the problem is," Al said leading the mass of male muscle through the house to the malfunctioning vacuum outlet. He was down on his knees for only two minutes; having unscrewed the cover from the wall he shined his light into the opening. Then using a pair of long needled nose pliers he pulled out a small Hot-Wheels car.

"I should have figured it was one of the little hoodlums running around the house," Al said.

"You'd be surprised how often we find toys shoved where they don't belong," Randy said with a leer.

"As opposed to toys that are shoved where they do belong?" Al asked testing the waters with the stud.

"Yeah, I've been known to shove a few toys in tight places," Randy did with a wink, "while I'm here and have the time I should check the main unit."

"That would be great, follow me it's in the basement." Al led the repairman down to the stairs. They needed to pass through the gym to get to the utility room where the main unit was located and where Brett was doing push-ups with his feet up on a weight bench to create a decline while wearing only a jock-strap. Al noticed that Randy took more than a passing glance at the hunky Australian.

"You need to get your feet higher in the air for best results," Randy offered. Brett jumped to his feet and took in the sight of the big man; he also caught his scent, cologne mixed with sweat combined with his deep voice and he felt his cock twitch.

"Well you'll have to come back sometime and show me," Brett said shamelessly.

"I have time right now if you're up for it—this job was scheduled for sixty minutes and it was done in ten—then it's lunch."

"That would be fantastic, mate," Brett said and watched as Randy started to strip out of his uniform. When he pulled off his shirt both Brett and Al gasped. When he slid down his pants to reveal an old stained jock they both sucked in their breath.

"Come on little man," he said to Al, "strip down; I can handle both of you at the same time," Randy said.

"I'll bet you can big boy," Al said as he pulled off his clothes.

"Okay blondie," Randy said to Brett, "we'll start with push-ups, get into position." Brett got down and the muscle stud grabbed him by his ankles and pulled them up to his chest, "Okay stud, give me twenty," he ordered and Brett started pushing them out with Randy counting.

"I can really feel the difference," Brett said between deep breaths.

"Keep doing them this way and you'll really see the results," Randy said with his cock getting hard in his jock while watching the hot boy's ass rising and falling. It started leaking leaving a big wet spot on the front of his jock. When he reached twenty Randy let his legs down and all three guys were looking at each other's bulging jock pouches.

Randy then instructed him to get in position on the bench to do dips, and again he held Brett's feet up to his chest. The boy was rock hard in his jock and never took his eyes off the pillar of muscle that stood before him. The man had huge pecs with quarter-sized erect nipples that were sticking out at least a quarter of an inch. As Randy called the count Brett started to run his big toes over the sensitive nipples causing the big man to squirm a bit.

"Boy, don't be starting something you ain't gonna finish," he warned.

"No worries, mate, I'll finish it all right," Brett answered. When Randy called out twenty the Aussie hunk wasted no time, and didn't ask, he just dropped to his knees and put his face right in Randy's crotch—sniffing and licking the hard pole through the stained mesh of the jock strap. When he pulled the large, dark, uncut cock from beneath it's elastic cover Al joined him as the two laved the rigid tube with their tongues.

"Come on stud," he said tapping Brett's shoulder, "get his ass ready for me, I love hairy bubble butts." Brett followed orders and moved behind Al and began to rim him, pushing all the spit he could into the hot little bear; then he coated the large chocolate pole when it was presented to him just before it was inserted into Al's ass causing groans of delight. He fucked the Italian for ten minutes before pulling out without spilling his load.

"All right boys, I'm sweaty and need to be licked clean," Randy ordered.

Twenty minutes later, and after Al and Brett had licked and worshiped every inch of the mass of muscle and Randy shot a massive load of cum on the guys' faces. While they were in the shower cleaning up, Brett said, "Thanks mate, you can come have lunch with me anytime you'd like."

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Matt and Jim returned to find Barry sitting up in his bed working on his laptop. "Hey guy," Jim said leaning down to kiss him earning a scowl from the man in the other bed—he just looked over and gave him a big smile pissing the guy off even more and making a mental note to get Barry into a private room as he pulled the curtain closed between the beds, "What are you working for, you're supposed to be resting not working."

"Nothing big, just going over a few files that Clinton sent me. I'm not sure how we missed this before—probably because we were concentrating on financials; Gunner, have you ever heard of someone named Jude?" Barry asked.

"No, what's this about?" Jim asked. Barry made a few clicks and showed the guys a picture of a very handsome young man throwing a football. "This is Jude, he's a Marine stationed at Quantico and is twenty years old. It seems Junior had been sending checks to the boy's mother until he was eighteen," Barry said quietly to Matt and Jim.

"Holy shit," Jim said, "this is probably why he started stealing. Do we know if it's his son?"

"Probably, but we are still sifting through files. How do you want to handle this? Are you going to contact the kid?" Barry asked.

"No, I don't think we should do anything; the kid probably knows nothing about his father and I wouldn't want to turn his life upside down," Jim reasoned.

"But I thought he married the secretary he had the affair with?" Matt asked.

"Well there must have been more than one," Jim said, "no wonder he's always running off to confession," Jim added and laughed.

"Maybe the boy has always wanted to know about or meet his father?" Barry pressed on, "You could always make it a condition that he meet his son and continue to support him in exchange for remaining silent about the embezzlement."

"Well let's wait until after the 29^th, then we'll discuss it. Maybe Grant or Davy can find out something about him—by the way do you have a last name for him?" Jim asked.

"Just the last name of the mother—Davies, I'm assuming he has her last name; but we're still working on that as well," Barry added.

"Enough of this for now, let's eat dinner before they cut off your food intake," Matt said placing a tray of take-out in front of Barry.

"Too right mate, this may be my last supper," Barry said trying to be funny but it fell flat.

To be continued...

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