Date: Wed, 2 Aug 2017 10:50:23 +0000
From: Bobby Joe None <cafurrball5@outlook.com>
Subject: Four Men in Relationship: Big Daddy Frank and The Ceremony

This is a totally new story from a relatively-new writer, here, and follows
the characters in the "Big Daddy Frank" "The Father-in-Law Bromance: The
In-Laws" and "Life---Straight Ahead" stories, somewhat of a series-saga,
and takes place four years AFTER "Life---Straight Ahead."  [This story is
fiction, and belongs in the gay male-incest section.]  The story and the
title belongs to the author, who has also written under the same pen-name
in the past for "Handjobs" magazine, unfortunately no longer published.
It deals mostly with adult male relatives, may occasionally mention sexual
contact between teenagers, and teenagers' fantasies of sex with adults.
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circumstances which roughly coincide with real life is purely coincidental,
and are not meant – in ANY manner whatsoever – to infer anyone's
sexual orientation or preferences, again, living or dead.

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author's background.  If you are offended by such mention, please close out
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this story, as well as other stories and narratives I have written.  They
are but ONE man's experience, and in reference to life through that
particular avenue of understanding, and is a PART of my past, yet it does
not represent the whole of my life, by ANY stretch of the imagination, nor
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Four Men in Relationship:  Big Daddy Frank and The Ceremony
---by Bobby Joe

"Mmmmm...Sweetheart, that feels soooooooooooo good!!!"

Mike Junior was having a wonderful dream, and his partner Travis was in it,
first messaging his feet, and then getting down to business and giving the
man an even-more-wonderful blow-job.  Travis found Mike was actually
talking in his sleep, and had his mouth up against Travis' ear, where he
had been the night before, after filling Travis' posterior opening with an
extra-plentiful load of man-cream.  Travis nudged Mike, in order to get the
man to roll over, and then realized his partner was fully aroused, once
more, and his magic wand was pointing Travis' way.  All of a sudden, Travis
came to the realization that it was daylight, and in about eight hours they
– Travis, Mike Junior, Mike Senior and Frank – would all be joined
together in a marriage ceremony on the back lawn of the home the Frazier
family had been occupying for nearly twenty-five years.

"Babe, get up.  It's six o'clock, and we need to get showered and get
downstairs for some breakfast before the pastors get here, and the guests
start arriving.  Gotta hustle, dude!"

Mike Junior's movement – or more accurately non-movement – concerned
Travis, so he walked over to the bed they had shared for the last few
years, and grabbed the pillow the man was using, pulling it out from under
his head and practically having him "jerked" awake, as his head hit the
mattress with a thud.

"Fuck, dude!  I was having such a nice dream, too!  Your now world-famous
cock-sucking talent had me damn-near close to blowing my load.  A few more
seconds and I may have been in wet-dream heaven.  Whadd'ya go and do that
for?"

"We need to start moving, and get your brothers up, too.  Doubtless, after
last night's scream-fest as we all blew our loads all over your Dad and
Frank, they were probably out like a light, too.  Now get up and go get the
two young princes out of bed and on their feet.  Showers first, then food.
And tell them both "no hanky-panky in the showers this morning.  There will
be time for that late tonight."  Now get moving, Prince Charming!"

"Prince Charming?  Sheesh!"  Mike headed down the hallway to drag young
David and Aaron out of their slumber and propel them toward the bathroom,
mumbling all the way down the hallway about being awakened at six o'clock
in the morning on his wedding day.

The hallway light went on and Travis heard groaning and moaning from the
younger men's bedroom.

"If it weren't for the fact that they are Mike's brothers and not mine, I
would have done it myself, however, he needs to get them moving, not me.
Besides, they're probably still covered in cum from last night," he thought
to himself.

Travis' words were right on, and Mike Junior opened the door to two
quite-handsome young hunks, naked on their beds, in the exact same position
they fell asleep in, five hours earlier, with several ropes of dried cum
across each thick, meaty-looking set of fur-covered pectorals.  Mike's
admonition to his younger brothers to get up and get showered could be
heard in Mike Junior's beautiful baritone voice, "All right you two.  Time
to rise and SHINE!!!  Showers are the first order of the day, and make DAMN
SURE you get all the cum out of your hair, both chest hair and head-hair,
as you both look like frosted cupcakes this morning.  What the fuck, guys?
Did you stay up later and get each other off, AGAIN?  You each had three
really strong orgasms last night when you were with all of us.  I thought
we were all good-to-go.  But nooooooooo, you two had to try for number
four?"

Mike found his cock slowly beginning to fill with blood, as he looked
directly at the penises of his two younger brothers, and began to feel lust
for his own flesh-and-blood.  Although shocking to some men, Mike's
acceptance of his own gay side, years ago, helped him to realize that his
attraction to his own gender was for this very thing: two beautiful young
studs in all their teenaged glory, morning wood showing, making Mike's cock
fill even more rapidly than when he had first entered the younger men's
room.  Their penises, much like Mike's own and that of their father's, made
the image permanently fuse with the phrase "cock-crazed" come alive in Mike
Junior's heart, and mind.  The thickness of their individual shafts, the
mushroom-shaped heads, the perfectly shaped, circumcised cocks were shining
brightly in the early morning light coming in the room, much like the
leprechaun's pot of gold at the end of the proverbial rainbow.  Mike stood
against the door and held on tightly, as his lust for his younger brothers'
manhood rushed through him in a virtual flood-tide of desire, and Mike's
heart was beating at a pace he normally only felt when he worked out at the
health club, or the work-out room at school.  Mike's lust had him noticing
the brothers' collective brawn; the ample body fur the younger brothers now
sported, the golden red and brown of their facial hair showing in the
morning light, the powerful-looking pectorals on the younger men and the
obviously testosterone fed young male swagger they both wore much like
young warriors heading into battle, made Mike's libido leapt into
hyperdrive, as his breath had him quickly feeling like he was nearing the
inevitable.  Quickly, he reached down to break the trance and calm his cock
down, rapping the head of his cock with a quick slap-tweak, causing pain to
the head of the rod already throbbing with anticipation.  It broke the
trance and gave him a quick body-check on himself.

"Whoa, boy!" Mike thought, "Fuuuuuuck!  No time for that now, gotta get
them out of bed and into the shower!!!"

Aaron and David looked at Mike and wondered where he had just gone to.
Their disjointed answer to his initial question had Mike wondering exactly
what had occurred with them, after they had left the family room, the
evening before.  He was about to find out, and there WAS much to tell!!!
He knew his mind had wandered, and tried to pull himself back to the
present and the question he had already posed to the two young specimens of
manhood.

"Nah, it wound up being five actually for me, and Aaron here tried for
number six, and didn't hardly get anywhere before he fell asleep with his
cock in his hand.  I watched him as he slowly went out into Dreamland.  It
was actually pretty comical, although I did feel for the guy.  I mean,
nodding off before you can get your rocks off?  Bummer!!!"

"Well, gentlemen, then you won't be horny today, now will you?"

"If our Great-Uncle Mike is here, looking like he does in a tux like the
one he wore the last time someone in this family got hitched, we're ALL in
trouble!  Talk about a walking wet-dream!!!  Wow..."

"Yep, you're right about that!  Big Mike exudes sex like Tom Jones STILL
does, even at Tom's age!!!  And that big ol' cock of our great-uncle's gets
me going, every fucking time!!!!  Enough of that though!!!  OK, guys, no
dawdling.  Get your asses in the shower and get done, `cause Trav and I
still need ours yet, and I hear Dad and Frank already downstairs fixing
breakfast, so, MOVE IT! MOVE IT!  MOVE IT!!!"  Mike Junior's use of the
phrase a certain military officer's admonition from an old 1960s sitcom was
comical, and Travis laughed to himself as he heard his mate's imitation of
the man.

David's mind was in one place while Aaron's was in quite another, with
their older brother's latest comment.


"Whose cock is that?  Tom Jones' or Uncle Mike's?" asked David, a bit too
inquisitively for Mike to be comfortable answering.  They both knew their
big brother and their great-uncle, Michael-John, had had a physical thing
going on, for years, and both of the younger brothers were extremely
jealous of Mike Junior's bagging their great-uncle Mike, until the two
older men brought the two youngest of the clan into their sex-play on
Saturday afternoons, as soon as they reached the age they were interested
in the intergenerational sex the older men were coaching them to experiment
with each other – so they knew what to expect – and let them both
join the adult men when they turned eighteen, and were physically more able
to be intimate with the other men.  Both had been enamored of the two older
men since, and made no bones about it.  If it weren't for the fact that
David and Aaron had begun a relationship between each other, themselves,
and were getting all the sex they could possibly want since they had
decided to become an item, their libidos had begun to level out, and they
were less concerned or jealous of their big brother and great-uncle
occasionally having a roll in the hay, especially so they were always
invited along, these days.

Aaron's suddenly smart-ass answer to Mike's direct order had begun to piss
him off, and really angered him when Aaron started role-playing the
innocent-army-private.

"Sir, yes, sir, Sergeant Mike!  Right away, sir!!!"

"OK, wise-ass get a move on!!!  NOW!!!"

Mike Junior was already a bit annoyed at David and Aaron, and he could not
help but think back to their early high-school years, and Mike Junior's
need to get them out the door for the bus and get himself and Travis out to
the local Junior College for an 8:30 class they both had.  Their Dad worked
early hours in those days, and Uncle Frank worked early in the day on a
landscaping crew, too, so Mike was the Dad-figure in the mornings for the
two younger men, a role he seemed to be repeating this morning.  Times
hadn't changed much in four years, THAT was for sure!!!

"M.J.!  You need to get a move on, too, as it's getting close to 6:30, and
we haven't had breakfast yet, and the boys still have to go over to the
Hirschfeld's to get ready, AND the pastors will be here by 9:00!"  Travis
had stuck his head out the bedroom door, stark naked though he was, to
holler down the hallway at his main squeeze, Mike Junior.  If anyone else
had seen him at that moment, they would have seen a totally beautiful man
in his fully-aroused glory, as Mike Junior's voice had its usual effect on
Travis, and his cock was fairly bouncing in the air.  He – like most of
the men in the family he was about to be joined to – was notoriously
randy, at a heartbeat's notice.  Hell, he even turned HIMSELF on, in the
mirror, every morning, as did his beau, Mike Junior.  One day, the two just
stood before the mirror, and commented, rather narcissistically, "Damn if
we aren't two of the fuckin' hunkiest young men in The Metroplex!!!  Look
out all you gay boys lookin' for hus-bear material, as Travis Barry and
Mike Frazier Junior are – as of this Saturday – officially OFF the
market!!!!" and wound up cracking up and falling into each-others' arms,
with Mike Junior taking the role of the one needing a little love at that
moment...  Since college graduation the month before, Mike Junior and
Travis' life had taken on new meaning and importance, as their wedding day
rapidly approached, and their love for each other, and the other two men
they were about to join with, had grown, exponentially.  Travis' arms came
across Mike Junior's shoulders, and down onto Mike's pectorals, sweeping
his hands up and down his lover's upper torso, absolutely worshipping Mike
Junior's rather spectacular physique, and musculature.  Travis' tumescence
throbbed against Mike Junior's derriere, and Mike melted into Travis' arms,
ultimately ending that morning in Travis' penis being firmly lodged in
Mike's posterior and feeding Mike his baby-batter.  Travis loved Mike's
willingness to give that up, as usually the alpha-male that Mike was would
never consider being a bottom for anyone.

"Be right there, Sweetie!  Getting Moe and Joe here in gear!!!"

"Aaron, did our big brother just call us Moe and Joe, again?  Jesus,
dude...!"

"Breakfast in fifteen, boys!!!  Get it in gear up there!!!"  Mike Senior's
voice, so much like his eldest son's, was firmly in the baritone range this
morning, and booming, full-volume, and sounding about as sexy as a man's
voice could get.  Travis' balls stirred in their sack, and goose bumps
started coming up on his arms, as heard Mike Senior's
baritone-bordering-on-bass vocal tones.  Travis was another man in the
family who had it bad for his father-in-law, Mike Senior, and as Mike
Senior had it bad for his own partner – Big Daddy Frank – was the
father-in-law to Mike Senior.  Both men now had company in the "special
father-in-law relationship" department, and both were joyous in their
attractions to their men.  Travis got the double-bonus of having two of the
same, as he was getting hitched to Mike Junior, who was truly his new
father-in-law Mike Senior's carbon-copy – and shared a bed with him,
each and every night.  Two absolutely fucking-A hot studs in the same
family was a truly wonderful bargain, one for which Travis was eternally
grateful, and thanked the God of his understanding, each and every morning,
and as he bedded down with his man, each night.

"OK, Dad!  They're in the shower, FINALLY!!!  We'll be down there soon,
after Trav and I shower, ourselves!"  Mike Junior's voice carried, as did
his Dad's, without even having to shout it down the stairway, towards the
kitchen.  The two younger men took a couple of minutes to man-handle the
other, and got each other off, once again, in the shower, in mere seconds,
the blessing of being twenty-one and twenty, and randy as stallions in
season.  Mike Junior and Travis did the same, and immediately shot loads of
man-cream on the other.

"Fuuuuuuucccccckkkkk, Trav!  All I did was touch you, and my cock blasted
off.  How about you?"

"Yep, same here.  Just the touch of my hand to your rock-solid, hairy
chest, ya big beautiful hunk of manhood, and my balls unloaded, all on
their own.  I didn't know I was altogether THAT wound-up!!!  But, then
again, stud, all I ever have to do to get going is to look at that thick,
meaty piece of manhood you got swingin' between your legs, and my legs turn
to jelly!"

"Yeah, babe, but after last night's marathon with Dad, Frank and the two
younger brothers having masturbation races and circle-jerks like a bunch of
randy teenaged boys, our libidos are still in a heightened state.  And
seeing all that flesh, guess whose libido sprang into hyperdrive?"  Soon
after their spontaneous orgasms, their man-tools relaxed, enabling Travis
and Mike Junior to finish showering and getting dressed for their meeting
with the pastors, later that morning.

"Dad!  Do you have our bow-ties?  I cannot find them!!!"  Mike Junior had
showered, and he and Travis were putting their clothes together on the bed
for changing into, once the meeting with the two pastors was over.

"Yeah, M.J.!  All four are down here, with the collar-stays, too.  Come on
down as soon as you can guys!  Breakfast is already on the table!!!"

"Be right there Dad!!!  Aaron and David!!!!  Front and center, guys!
Breakfast is served!!!"

[The pastors meeting with the four men who were being joined together in
the afternoon was scheduled for 9:00 that morning, so Mike Senior had asked
the Hirschfelds to take the two youngest of the clan to their home just
before 9:00 until an hour or so before the ceremony was to begin, and have
the two youngest brothers get dressed for the more formal affair at the
home of their family's friends.  No need to have extra people underfoot
while the four older men were trying to get into their own formal wear,
after they had met with the pastors.  He also had a few plans in his head
for the two youngest men to be "officially" initiated into the circle of
the men of the family that evening, as a reward for having done so well
with everything in the last two years, and both being their class
co-valedictorians.  Mike Senior was proud of all three of his sons, having
turned out to be such gentlemen, and being such well-mannered young men.
He believed that the Jewish tradition of a Bar-Mitzvah for all young men at
the age of thirteen was an excellent thing, and that Christian fathers and
all their male elders should give their young Christian men an initiation
in the tradition of the Bar Mitzvah, yet with a Christian emphasis, and
another ceremonial-type initiation, welcoming them into the adult world of
their fathers' lives, and let them know what their elders' expectations
were of the younger men, to treat each other fairly and honestly, and to
not hold it against his brothers when things don't turn out as well as
expected.  The trust of the men was also a factor in the ceremony, and they
learn what the code of silence is in their lives, that men never tell on
each other, and they are NEVER to let others know of men they had had
sexual encounters with, outside the family, unless an emergency occurs, or
their sexual partners were about to hurt themselves, or others, and then
two or three of them would have to agree to it, and then do it, together.
They also knew they were expected to stick together, as "a strand of three
cords is not easily broken," as it says in the Bible.]

All four young men raced down the stairs, sitting down at the breakfast
bar.

"Wow.  My sons look positively radiant!!!  Would ya look at `em Frank?
They all three look like G.Q. models, don't they?  Casual though they be!"

"Yep, and in a few hours, they will look even MORE stunningly handsome with
those tuxes on!  Aaron and David, you both need to go back in the bathroom
after you eat, though, and catch the few hairs you missed on your jawlines.
Otherwise, you did a fine job shaving, guys.  Be careful, though and don't
nick yourselves with the razors, trying to pick up the couple of hairs you
missed.  Get one of us to help you, preferably in the sunlight in one of
the common areas of the house.  Come to think of it, my moustache scissors
may do better than a razor."

"Thanks, Uncle Frank."

"Me, too, Unc."

"Mike Junior, you look like you were wandering off there for a second or
two, bud.  You OK with all this?"

"Yep, and the fact that – in just a few hours – Travis and I, and you
and Frank – will be legally married to each other is amazing.  These
last six months have flown by, SO FAST!"

"Yep, and our two youngest are now heading off to U-T this fall, together,
is even more amazing to me.  I don't believe I have ever seen you two so
much as raise your voice with each other since you were – what –
thirteen, and now you're becoming a legal couple, too, and wanting to get
married to each other in a couple of years?  Wow..."

All six men were passing the food between each other, the conversation
flowing freely as the food was shared, and the fellowship among the men was
sweet.

"Yep, as soon as we graduate from U-T, Dad.  We're even starting to discuss
plans for our post-grad days, AND...a honeymoon in the U.K.!  We're
thinking seriously, too, about staying there in Austin, and trying to
establish our careers, there.  It's not too far from home, so we can come
up to visit you on occasion."

"Wow, Frank, our two youngest are planning their wedding already, AND THEY
HAVEN'T EVEN LEFT FOR THE UNIVERSITY, YET!  Seriously though, guys, you'll
absolutely LOVE the U.K.!  Maybe you can even visit with some of the Barry
family who will be here today."

The two Mikes looked at each other, long and hard, and Mike Junior spoke
precisely what each were thinking at the moment.

"Well, guys, I gotta tell ya that, school there is going to be a lot of
work, but if you stick together, and remain friends through thick and thin,
we'll be planning a wedding for you two, in just two short years.  I'm glad
to see that you're making it official, though, especially as college life
can be a bit tough, and you two will be down there, basically without
family."

"Well, we would like to announce it, today, if the four of you don't mind
us borrowing a little of your thunder.  By the way, our high-school chum
Mike Morgan will be going to U-T this fall, as well, so it's not like we'll
be down there with no friends, at all, and I'm sure we'll make friends down
there, too, as it's always been easy for us to do so."

"Well, then, gentlemen, the post-ceremony private party we have planned for
all of us will be even sweeter still, then, knowing you two are now a
couple.  I guess I can tell you the good stuff, now...We're having a
private initiation into the adult circle of men in this family for the two
of you, as you have both passed your local Junior College requirements, and
are going on to finish your education at U-T.  David, as you are already
twenty-one, and Aaron, you will be in six months, I want to do it now,
before you get busy with summer plans, `cause right after that, you're
gonna be gone, and as much as we four will miss you both, terribly, I
couldn't possibly be happier for – or prouder – of you, both.  That
you two are sticking together and making a life for each other as your
mates, that fact will go a long way to easing our concerns for you, as I
know you will both be having each other's backs, as it were, and watching
out for your brother, now also your lover, as family is important, and the
old saying is true, that "blood truly IS thicker than water."  What you
don't know – and I have never mentioned before now – is that about
two years ago, I saw you in the backyard, being tender with each other, and
holding hands, while you were on the glider.  And when you fell asleep in
David's arms the other night on the sofa, while we were all watching TV,
Aaron, showed me that you two have PROBABLY been in love for a while, and
just didn't want to make it official, until now.  A parent knows, guys,
when his children begin to settle down and start taking life seriously, and
you both seem to have settled in, a while back, actually, so this is no
surprise to me, or Frank, either.  It's like you both stepped through the
portal at the exact same time."

"Actually, Dad, we've been in love for four years, now.  It's just become
the "official" thing in the last couple of weeks.  Mikey and Travis both
knew it before they left for Austin four years ago, but I guess they didn't
want to say anything until WE told THEM, which we did, actually, when they
got back a month ago, actually, when they were here during Christmas break,
since we had already bought the rings by then.  And, so, with THAT
revelation now out of the way, I must officially ask, "Charles Aaron
Frazier, will you marry me?"

"Yes, David Lawrence Frazier, I will gladly marry you, and I am looking
forward to a lifetime with you, my love!"

David reached down into his pocket then, and extracted a small,
velvet-covered box, in which a beautiful, five-carat men's diamond ring was
carefully and lovingly placed on its little perch.

"And I have a ring for you, as well, my love."

Aaron reached down into his pocket, as well, and extracted a matching
velvet-covered box, in which a matching five-carat men's diamond ring was
delicately and lovingly perched on its stand inside.

"We wanted to do this now, Dad, Frank, with Mikey and Travis' blessing, as
we wanted to make it official before the other guests arrive, and with just
the six of us.  We'll announce it after the meal is served in the
late-afternoon.  I will ask our Pastors to please gather people together
for a special reunion time for all of us who attend First Congregational
– and our other guests as well, of course – as Mike and Travis
haven't been back to church yet, as your schedules have all been so busy
this month, pre-ceremony."

Mike Senior and Frank were standing at the breakfast bar, tears of joy
washing over their rather-surprised faces, as neither man expected this to
be occurring, or at least not quite so soon, yet both men firmly sensed
that the two young men were about to enter into an "official" engagement,
and that both knew EXACTLY what they were doing, and were comfortable with
each other enough to make the big announcement.  Both Mike Senior and Frank
couldn't possibly been any happier for their two youngest offspring.

"We will have a private, post-reception party for just – and ONLY –
the men of the clan, welcoming our two youngest members into the official
family "circle of men," and for all of us then to celebrate our individual
and collective unions, physically, and – of course – emotionally.  It
will take place as Big Ben strikes Midnight.  Aaron and David, I have
written a small, meaningful speech and ceremony for you, as we, your
soon-to-be adult-male fellows – men – have agreements between all of
us, of certain expectations and bonds, bonds of the three-strand cord as
the Bible speaks of [*1], and as Christian brothers are to treat each other
and ourselves, both in public and amongst ourselves, in our business AND
our personal lives.  I do not mention this now to make you nervous or
anxious, rather, to let you know that you are being given a pass into a
world you have not fully known exists between all of us, previously.  Now,
you may have already seen it in the way we conduct ourselves, and the way
we in this family treat our fellow males, especially so our Christian
brothers, in our dealings in everyday life.  In love, we open the door for
you to enter fully into this world and join us at a time in your lives
where you are also preparing for another important step in your lives, and
that is civil marriage, a union in the eyes of the law, and in the eyes of
our congregation of Christians, which – unfortunately – not everyone
in the church world, in general, agrees that we ought to be unified in
marriage within the context of a church congregation, thus our choice to
call our union a "civil marriage," in respect to but also differential from
the churches who believe our union is not to be considered to be a "Holy
Matrimony" union.  We respectfully disagree, and realize it may always be
this way for us, in this life.  In the eyes of God and our witnesses, we
know we have been joined together in a Christian brotherhood of caring,
that transcends any roles assigned to us, here on earth, by other people,
or in the eyes of legal authorities.  A perfect union of caring men whose
lives matter to the others in the families, and – to paraphrase the
Declaration of Independence – "We pledge our lives, our fortunes and our
sacred honor."  As we go through our day today, may we all celebrate these
unions, being officially recognized and witnessed today – and again two
years from now for my beloved younger brothers – with each other, as
family.  The private ceremony tonight will be sacred, yet with a different
meaning, and a different sensibility, for all of us."

Mike Senior looked at his eldest son, and was most certainly in awe of what
God had given the two families, in the person of Mike Junior.  With all on
the young man's mind at this time in his life, his eloquence in such
matters was a wonder to behold.  The day ahead would be anxiety producing,
yet Mike Junior's steadying hand for all of them was something to behold.
The man said a silent prayer of thanks to God for such a wonderful young
man to be in his family, and – more importantly – to be one of his
own sons, and he couldn't possibly have been MORE proud, in that moment, as
he counted his blessings for the three younger men before them.

Breakfast having been eaten and enjoyed by all the men, the younger
brothers took care of the clean-up, as they realized the four men about to
be united in marriage were needing to run upstairs and finish getting
dressed before the arrival of the two pastors and the final consultation
for the union-to-be.  Once everything was washed and put away, and the
house given a complete once-over for any private thing being out in the
open that needed to be put in the men's bedrooms, or miscellany
accidentally left lying around that ought not be, the younger brothers
grabbed up their formal wear to be taken to the home of their family
friends and went outside to wait for Mike Junior to take them to the
Hirschfeld's.  Once accomplished, Mike Junior and Travis had a few minutes
to themselves, alone, before the arrival of the two pastors.

"Babe, can you imagine the shock of our two youngest members being given
the opportunity to fuck you and I, tonight?  They are just going to be
out-of-this-world beside themselves when they hear we are giving it to
them, willingly, after all of this time resisting their attempts to get
into our booties!"  Travis' smile at that news, and the fact they were
surprising David and Aaron with the gift of themselves, was almost too much
for Travis to bear.

"Yeah, Sweetheart, this one's gonna be sweet!!!  Aaron's been wanting to
top me for seven years!  Guess I'll have to sit on his rod, as he outweighs
me by about a hundred pounds, or more.  Ain't no way I'm allowing him to
lay across my bod, as he'd crush me with that big beautiful bod of his!"
Mike Junior had wanted to give Aaron the gift at an earlier time, however,
by that time, he and Travis had already decided to tie the knot for
themselves, and Mike wasn't going to give Aaron the pleasure of topping him
without Travis by his side.

"David, too, babe.  He's been fucking with his Uncle Dave for years, but
wanted to fuck my hairy ass – as he has always called it – since the
very first time he met me, I think.  How the hell does he know I have a
hairy ass?  I know you didn't tell him, nor have I.  I wonder if they've
spied on us in the bathroom."

"Wouldn't surprise me, as Dad said he caught them both in the hallway
outside their master bedroom door one day, and he figures they were spying
on him and Frank.  Dad said "It would serve them right, as I was fucking
the daylights out of Frank at the moment."  They were only about fourteen
and thirteen then, if I am remembering correctly."

"Guess we'd better head downstairs, my love, as I hear voices I know aren't
Dad and Frank."

"Lead the way, dear boy!"

"Smart-ass!"

"You know it, and you know you love it that way."

"Yep.  We wouldn't be getting married right now if you hadn't attacked me
in my bedroom, that evening, after you told my Dad about your Dad, four
years ago.  Talk about an aggression coming straight out of left field!  I
still can't believe you had the BALLS to take the initiative that day.
Hell, I didn't even know at the time that you were absolutely chomping at
the bit to get me in the sack!!!"

"Hardly straight, Babe!  I had been wanting your cock inside me for all the
time you've known me!  But when you hit that homer that brought in three
runs that day, and then flexed your muscles for me later that afternoon,
without your shirt on, and I saw those thick, meaty pecs of yours, I wanted
you right then and there.  It's been that way ever since.  You STILL give
me an instant boner, as soon as I see you without a shirt on, and I STILL
want to run my hands across those furry pecs of yours and suck the
daylights out of your nipples!"

"Better cool it, dear.  The pastors will hear you, and I don't want to
embarrass them with references to our life behind closed doors!"


"Gotcha!"

As the two couples – now nearly one union of four – gathered in the
family room with the pastors, Mike Junior and Travis were turning on their
charm, and were being on their own "best behavior," especially for Mike
Senior and Frank's benefit, and not just to impress the pastors.  The two
younger men were looking at the elder of the two couples, and wondered
where the meeting would end up.  They didn't have long to wait, as both
pastors sat and began to say what they came to the house for, that day.
Although Mike Junior's mind was clearly not on the pastor's words for that
first minute or so, Travis made it clear with one jab to the side of his
mate that he needed to pay attention to the pastors' words, and not the
growing problem in Travis' pants.  Clearly shot down, Mike put his arm
around Travis' shoulder and rested it there.


***** The meeting with the pastors *****


The four men met in the family room with Pastors Nolan and Danby.  Mike
Senior's brother, Mark, and his uncle, Michael-John, stood guard outside to
keep everyone else out of the house until the counseling session ended.
Mike Junior's younger brothers, David and Aaron, were at their buddy Parker
HIrschfeld's house, getting dressed and ready to come with the Hirschfeld
clan on this wonderful, love-filled day.  The Hirschfeld family went back
generations, and their Jewish heritage did not preclude them from any
social activities with anyone in the community.  They were a family whose
heritage did not offend anyone, although they were no longer practicing
their faith as they were raised, rather, they all followed the elder of the
clan, Mark, to a Messianic Temple, and had become Christians.  Mike Senior
and the adults had learned a lot from the Hirschfeld clan, and the
Hirschfeld family had realized that the Fraziers and the Thompsons were not
arrogant, pushy Bible-thumpers, either.  It was a nice friendship between
two families in the neighborhood, and people who were actually pleasant to
spend time with.  Mike Senior had asked "Brother Mark" to say the blessing
over the bread, as was done in the movie "Godspell," at the Last Supper, in
Aramaic, AND English.  A communion-like exchange wasn't necessary, as they
were all sharing a full, celebratory meal together.

Mike Senior's calm demeanor would be needed that day, as the Pastor's words
would give a special blessing to the men, and the two younger men's
realization that "this is it" hit both like running into a brick wall.  The
enormity of the occasion weighed heavily on all four as the commitment
loomed large above them, much as many grooms in the past would experience,
magnified four-fold by this – a new venture into relationships – was
being formally and solemnly blazed.  The four men sat on the room-sized
sofa, and held hands, tightly, as the words of the pastors passed on their
own, personal blessings to the men.  Once the actual ceremony would begin,
there would be no time for any heavy-duty emotions for the four, as the
newly-written ceremony – as well as the vows and personal remarks of all
four men to the other three – would be recited, and the shared
celebration in the traditions of many newlyweds of different faiths would
be repeated - the kissing of the grooms first, of course – and even the
breaking of the glass under the foot of one of the men, as Jewish
traditions would traditionally celebrate.  The men's shared Christian
ancestry was foremost, however, Mike Senior always upheld other faith
traditions in their best and most celebratory means.  The Christian
traditions of circumcision and others come directly from our forebears'
faith, and those include the faith from which Christianity arose.

"Gentlemen, your commitment to the other three, and the union as a whole,
has demonstrated to us, your pastors, a new and solid commitment to the
level of love, dignity and respect for your collective and individual
manhood; the physical health, the financial health and well-being, and the
sacred honor of the other men in your common friendship, your love for the
other three, and the stability of a relationship as seen by others in your
lives, forging new territory in terms of what relationships among men can
be, given the right set of circumstances and commitment to the other three.
For myself and my friend – now fellow co-pastor of our congregation –
we could not possibly be any MORE proud of the four of you doing this as
you are, and opening yourselves up to what you know may not always be seen
in a "positive" light by everyone in the modern world, as witnessed by the
recent breakup and dissolution of the congregation Pastor Danby once
guided, guarded with his very life, and livelihood.  In the terms of many
attending today there are many of our friends and former attendees of Holy
Trinity Baptist Church, whose firm and very vocal support of your union
have attested to this joining together of four very loving, very devoted,
and very PASSIONATE Christian men, representing THE VERY BEST of what
same-gender commitments and love can and now DO demonstrate to the world,
and give myself and my associate here hope for even more LGBTQ people to
join our community of faith.  Moreover, and most importantly, we need more
men such as yourselves to commit themselves to their established – and
potential – partners, before the congregation, through ceremonies such
as yours, Holy Unions, and legal marriage of same-gendered partners, now
legal in Twenty-first Century society here in the United States, and now
becoming more prevalent in other countries as well, which my associate and
I celebrate today, along with you, your family, and numerous friends, from
all over the world.  The absolutely amazing fact that a few of Travis'
family members have travelled here from the U.K. to be with you all on your
VERY special day is cause for a celebration, in and of itself [Travis
suddenly teared up once again at this mention] attesting to the wide-spread
acceptance of LGBTQ persons growing ever wider in this time in history,
which I know encourages all, after hundreds and THOUSANDS of years of
oppression, hatred and even worse, emanating from pulpits the world over,
in the years and millenia now gratefully past.  I will give the floor to
Pastor Danby now, so he may add a few words of his own to this
solemn-yet-joyous occasion."

Pastor Nolan sat, as Pastor Danby rose to speak.  He looked at the four
men, and his evident joy for the men assembled as a unit was quite evident,
as his eyes teared up, as well as the four men already obviously struggling
to keep their composure and their emotions in check, as the older man of
the two spoke.

"Men, our lives today are truly enriched by this ceremony, and this union
of four very loving, committed and – yes – PASSIONATE Christian men,
as Pastor Nolan alluded to as he spoke.  Words alone cannot possibly speak
of my own joy for the four of you, as you embark on this new journey, and
this, the next chapter of your lives, both individually and collectively as
a union, and a unit – a household – of love, and commitment to the
other three.  In speaking to my associate, here, Pastor Nolan and I know
your love for the other three, as it is, has never been witnessed by the
two of us before, anywhere, EVER, like this – as four men together, I
mean – and is something to behold.  The friendship and love that Pastor
Nolan and I share as brothers in Christ is strong, as we attended both
Christian college and seminary together, and gave each other support as
brothers, sometimes even surpassing the love of blood-relative "brothers,"
for nearly forty years now.  We know a love that other people cannot see on
the surface exists between the four of you, as we – too – share a
type of commitment of care and concern for the other that has stood the
test of time, as we have both lost our parents, and siblings, as we have
aged, and know the other man can be counted on to be "strong" for us, at
those times in our lives where we – ourselves – cannot be or don't
feel strong, as our circumstances at the moment wear down our more "stoic"
selves and we suffer losses in relative isolation, as we need to be strong
for others, as pastors, and as brothers in Christ.  We, in fact, find
ourselves "pastoring the pastors," as they need support sometimes, too.
While we are not in the exact same places the four of you are, of course,
in terms of the relationship you all share in common, however, we feel our
love is something we can lean on, in those most vulnerable times in our
lives, and for that, we are eternally grateful.  It is that love, that
commitment, that I wish to see as of vital importance to a world outside
these four walls, and the world in general, and that is, your commitment to
stand by the other three, through good times and bad, and all the rest of
the vows one commonly has associated with wedding ceremonies for decades,
now.  Therefore, my brothers, we bless this union of the four of you, as
witnessed by us, and lift up this union of four brothers and men, in love
and traditions of our most beloved Saviour and Lord, Jesus, his disciples,
and the church in general, that is all of us assembled to witness this
solemn-yet-joy-filled occasion, today.  May God bless you richly in your
common love for each other, and for your love for your brothers and sisters
in Christ, here in the congregation, and the world at large.  Thank you,
and may God richly bless the four of you, for allowing me, my associate
Pastor Nolan, and the congregation as a whole, to share this, clearly, The
Most Special Day of Your Lives!"  Tears of joy gathered at the edges of
Pastor Danby's eyes, as the union he had supported since the beginning of
his time at the former church, and now at First Congregational, was about
to become a reality, and the pastors were both proud to be a part of a very
unique union of four men.

"Thanks, Pastors.  May God bless you also, our dear brothers, for your
support, YOUR LOVE, and your devotion to all of us here, and the church as
a whole, congregation wise, and the church world as a whole, as well.  Your
courage in stepping out like this affirms our faith in our congregation,
and renews our faith in our most beloved Saviour."

It was Mike Junior who said it, and the other three teared up as he said
it.

"Mike, I am so VERY proud of you, my beloved son, for those words.  It
proves my faith in you is well-placed, that your maturity as a man – and
your sensitivity as a Christian – is well-placed.  We are so blessed to
have you in our family, and honored beyond mere words to know you, as a
Christian man in relationship with the three of us.  You are wise, far
beyond the nearly twenty-three years you have lived, and more mature than
most forty, fifty, and yes even some sixty year-olds I have met, and known,
over my lifetime.  Your choice of words, your ability to see beyond the
present-day circumstances, and the willingness to be seen as possibly being
wrong at times amazes me, no end!  Your humility and your gentle nature,
Mike, exemplify our loving Saviour's very life, and for that I – your
Dad – AND your family, are extremely awed by your ability and
willingness to be a mensch – that means "human-being" in Yiddish – in
front of the whole world, and not be ashamed to be seen as being an
imperfect man."

Mike Junior stood there, receiving the blessing from his own Dad with
open-mouthed awe, as he had known his father's pride in him as a young man
growing up, yet this – a most beautiful and honoring blessing –
humbled him beyond words.  Frank and Travis stood there, in awe as well, as
they witnessed a very private and very intimate moment between a father and
his son that moved them all to tears.  Mike Junior stepped up to his Dad,
and hugged him tightly, for a long while, as their love and respect for
each other shone through.  The younger man then spoke.

"Wow, Dad!  What a blessing!!!  Thank you, SOOOOOO much!  And that coming
from you on this day, a day where we are all thinking of our commitment to
each other and the union we are about to officially recognize and have
blessings called upon by our pastors and our fellow congregants only makes
it that much more poignant, AND sweet!"

Mike Senior could hardly say anything for the lump in his throat and the
tears in his eyes, as he saw a MAN standing before him at that moment, and
not just the young man who his eldest son already was.  He truly
exemplified – for Mike Senior and the other two – what a Christian
man was and ought to be, in the view of Mike Senior, and the way he had
raised his sons to be.  The reality of it all stood before him in that
moment, all six feet two and two hundred twenty rock-solid pounds of
manhood he called Michael James Frazier Junior.  His namesake was
everything he – himself – wanted to be, and then some.  And as the
young man's father, he could not have been prouder!

"Brothers, we want to send you four out to meet your guests with a prayer,
however, we believe the four of you can bless each other, far better than
we ever could, as evident by the words shared in this very room, in the
past thirty minutes or so.  That said, we bless you all, including your
very lives, your livelihoods, that is your careers, your physical,
emotional and mental health, your shared physical relationships with the
other three men in this union, and the very breath you possess, until He
comes to reclaim you and take you home to be with Him forever in the
afterlife, commonly called "heaven."  Until that time, may you all love,
cherish, respect and HONOR each other with full commitment to the best of
your abilities, and rest in the knowledge of His love and His grace for all
his children.  Amen!"

"Well, gents, let's get married!  What say?!?"

It was Big Daddy Frank, corny as usual, yet with a smile on his face a mile
wide, and that wise-guy attitude he carried off so well, that had all the
men in the room cracking up with wild, raucous laughter.

"Sorry, guys, I couldn't resist, as I knew I would start bawling my eyes
out any minute, if I didn't somehow manage to lighten up the mood.  It was
simply getting too heavy for me to handle."

"I don't blame you one bit for that, Frank.  It was a bit heavy, even for
me, and I am a pretty emotional guy."

"That's one of the things I love about you, Travis.  You tell on yourself,
yet in a good way.  I only wish some men were as sensitive as YOU, my man!
The whole world would be a better place if only there were some men who
weren't so absolutely insistent on keeping that stoic, stiff-upper-lip crap
going, that we of the U.K. ancestry were taught we had to adhere to, simply
because of what we have between our legs.  Women and girls are allowed to
be emotional, yet we are not?  Why is that?  What is that about?"

"You and Mike Senior will probably not live long enough to see that, Frank,
and if Mike Junior here and I live to see it, we'll be old, old men...if
ever."

"I'm afraid you're right about that, Travis.  I just wish it were not so
entrenched in our lives as former British subjects, from before the
American Revolution, I mean!  I see so many men living those "lives of
quiet desperation" as in the oft-quoted phrase.  The man who wrote that
should have been made a saint, or at least a knight!  He was SOOOOOOO right
on!!!  I wonder if he knew just how profoundly spot-on those words really
were, in this life."

"Well, men, all we can do as men ourselves, is to devote ourselves – and
all we are – to refute the old, and accentuate his words as being so
very truthful, that most men really DO "lead lives of quiet desperation."

***** The private party, in Mike Junior's dreams, from earlier that morning
*****

Mike Junior and Travis had been sitting on the bed, waiting for the two
youngest of their clan to finish up with their showers, when Mike Junior
felt his partner's hand cup over his crotch.  Apparently, he had drifted
off into la-la land for a few moments.  In Mike Junior's reverie, his Dad's
penis was buried deep inside him, as the old man began to rock back and
forth.  Mike Junior's practice runs with the dildo at college, and Travis'
assistance as he did – as well as Mike's helping Travis with his own
potential experience with Big Daddy Frank, and the knowledge that later the
two older men will be switching places to give the younger men the
experience of being penetrated by the other elder, as well – was giving
M.J. a major boner.  Travis knew by the smile on Mike Junior's face that he
was enjoying the experience in his head, as he had looked forward to being
penetrated by his father for more than four years – to be bred by the
man's whose penis sent him hurtling into his mother's cervix some
twenty-three years earlier with his sperm deposit, and to receive the older
man's seed – meant more to Mike Junior than Travis had previously
understood, until that morning, when he saw M.J.'s pleasure on his
partner's face, and began to feel already joined to the other two.  He
slowly began rubbing M.J.'s back and leaning slightly in to him, began
bringing Mike Junior back to reality.

Travis was thinking, "Man, I am already feeling the excitement of tonight's
private party, and knowing we'll make it with Mike Senior and Frank is
giving ME major bone!  Fuuuuuuck!  The damn thing is crowding my shorts!
Aw man, I want to see – and feel – Mike Senior and Frank inside me,
and my mate!  Gonna love taking it for my guys!!!"

"Dreaming about tonight, babe?"  Travis whispered into Mike Junior's ear.

"Yeah, Sweetie.  I cannot tell you how much I am looking forward to
tonight, and taking my first man inside me.  That it is my own Dad means
more to me than that first penetration I did on him, right after I
graduated high school.  Feeling his penis inside me, the man whose love
created me, makes me want him more now than ever before!  I've been looking
forward to this the entire summer, and it's like I am feeling the
penetration in my daydreams as I take my Dad inside me and have his jizz
spew forth into me, as he ejaculates his love into me.  That you are later
going to be receiving my grandfather, Big Daddy Frank, and I get to witness
your own first penetration experience from our forebears is making me
fucking horny as hell, boy!  Then to know they will switch places and add
to the other man's seeding of us only makes it all the more a "sweet"
breeding, in real life.  Sweetheart, you ARE looking forward to this,
right?"

"Yes, Babe.  Very much so!  To feel another man's penis inside me, besides
yours of course – as you've been breeding me for years now – makes me
squirm!  My penis and my testicles are rockin', man, absolutely rolling
back and forth in my shorts!  Feeling your insides with my own penis, Mike,
gives me goose-bumps.  I love fucking you!  That you – a dedicated top
– would agree to me penetrating you is something I prayed for, Mike.  I
love slipping you this thick ol' English sausage of mine, and watching your
face as I slip into you is heaven for me, babe.  Most dedicated tops would
NEVER give that up, so it means a lot more to me than just getting my rocks
off, Babe.  The fact that part of me is now being allowed inside you, and
my baby-makers, means the world to me!  Thank you for trusting me to give
you myself that way, Mike.  I totally adore you, and love you for that, and
I love having my cock up inside you, and you letting me breed YOU is just
off-the-charts, out-of-this-world mind-blowing, for me!"

"Well, Sweetie, I figured it was about time, as you are always so willing
to be the bottom, and seem to enjoy it so, I thought I'd try it again, and
I do love for the two of you – you and my Dad – to penetrate me.
After hearing about Uncle Frank being raped as a teenager by a gang of
neighborhood boys, I was gun-shy, though, for many years.  Can you blame
me?  I was always afraid of being gang-raped myself, maybe even being
knocked out cold and having my anal opening ripped to shreds, after hearing
that.  Then, if that had happened, I wouldn't be so willing to allow anyone
inside me."

"No, babe, I don't blame you for being cautious.  Perfectly
understandable. That rock-hard cock of yours is showing, babe.  You're not
wearing a cup to keep your manhood contained?"

"No, Sweetie.  Just a pair of briefs.  I like it more as my penis can move
about freely, yet having the twins supported."

"You wanting your Dad reminds me of all those times you told me how much
you fantasized about it, when you were a teenager.  I look forward to
seeing your Dad's penis begin to enter you, disappearing into your ass and
his beginning to thrust his manhood into you, and seeing your face as he
works his cock inside you.  I have a surprise for you, babe."

"That is?"

"It will be MY hands that guide your Dad's cock into you as he penetrates
you.  And Frank told me YOU will guide him into me, so that our partners
will be an active part of our individual experiences."

"Mmmmm, that'll feel good, especially so with you lubing us up beforehand!
I know how much you absolutely LOVE handling my cock!"

"Same here, Mike.  I think you love my cock more than you do your own, some
days!"

"Yeah, that is, when I can man-handle you!"

"Yeah, all that is great and wonderful, but you know what I am really
waiting to see?"


"Yeah, I know: the look on David and Aaron's faces when they are told they
get to fuck the two of us, tonight!  They've been waiting for SEVEN YEARS?
Wow..."

"Yeah.  I'm wanting to give them something special for a while now, and I
think this is it.  At least, with you there, there won't be any chance of
them getting any weird ideas in their heads about having you and me as
partners, as we'll already be taken!  With Dad and Frank there, maybe
they'll help the two youngest of our brood to be more inclined to monogamy,
too, and help them to realize there is something to be said for giving
yourself to your mate, and not outsiders."

"Yep, and they're mature enough to understand that the marriage bed is a
sacred thing, and not to be shared with ANYONE ELSE except our mate, in
other words, no hanky-panky with a neighbor while his mate is in class, or
off campus, working his paying job.  Nothing kills a relationship faster
than letting someone else take up your mate's space on the marriage bed.
Too many men I've heard talk about it have all said that that was their
biggest regret, and where the relationship started to go downhill, FAST!!!"

"Maybe, with some more mature brothers to guide them, they'll get it, and
not be prone to sticking their cocks into holes they don't "own," as it
goes.

"Mikey and Trav-man!!!  We're done in the bathroom!  Have at it, men!!!
And make sure you clean up your messes, `cause we did, and there's no trace
of anything in the shower!!!"

Mike Junior and Travis looked at each other and immediately began laughing.

"You think?!?  Davey and Aaron-cum on the shower walls?  Ewwwwwww!!!!!"
The two men broke into wild, raucous laughter, once more, on their way to
shower.


***** Preliminaries to The Ceremony *****

"Gentlemen, the time has come for us to go out and greet our guests, who
are beginning to arrive.  Mike Junior, go out and get your uncle and
great-uncle to come in and freshen up a bit, before a whole bunch more of
our folks get here.  The caterers arrived an hour ago, and everything is
ready.  Thank God for my school chums Lisa and Dominic.  They have done
bang-up job with everything, even the flowers.  Boutonnieres, men?  Travis,
would you please go find Lisa and/or Dominic and get our boutonnieres?
Shit, I hope they've come along WITH the flowers!!!!  We need to put them
on our tuxes, BEFORE we get on the platform for the actual ceremony.
Frank, babe, straighten up your tie, there, stud.  It's too long on the
left.  Get my brother Mark to do that for you.  I was never good at tying
those.  Shit, where the hell are my black shoes?  Frank, you found my
shoes, but where did you put them?"

"Calm down, Mike!  There's plenty of time before we have to be on the
platform.  Your shoes are on the floor in the bedroom, next to your
night-stand, babe, all shined up for you, and ready to put on."

"Jesus, thank you for this wonderful man!  He even shined my old shoes for
me, so I look nice on our day!"

Frank smiled, and inwardly laughed at Mike Senior.  He was so much the
organizer, and the glue that had held the family together, all these years.
And now that it all seemed to be coming together correctly – and at the
same time even – Mike himself seemed to be falling apart.  Where was
that confidence his partner always exuded?  Frank himself was cool as a
cucumber, and poor Mike was a nervous wreck!

"Oh, my!  Mike seems to need some lovin'.  Wonder if we can get him to even
CONSIDER sitting down and being quiet for even half an hour, before the
ceremony is scheduled to begin?", Frank was thinking to himself.  He
started looking out the door for Mike Junior, so he could get the younger
Mike to coax the elder Mike to come inside and begin to calm down.  He saw
Mike Junior outside, talking to his other grandfather, Bill Frazier, and
Bill's friend Marty Casey.  They seemed to be more comfortable being out in
public together these days.  Frank thought, "I wonder if there will be
wedding bells in their future soon, as well, or if they are just – and
only - friends?"  Although Frank was happy for his long-time fuck-bud,
Bill, if wedding bells were in his future, however, he was a bit wary of
this new man in his friend's life, and even wondered if the man was the
right guy for the shy and timid Bill.  While never being gregarious as he,
himself, nor even outwardly the social animal, Bill could hold his own in
most things.  Like so many of their generation, though, Frank knew Bill
held his gay side close to his chest and out of public view.  Frank could
only surmise that was a part of his make-up, and knew many other men
"played" on the D.L., that is staying on the downlow, and off the radar.
Frank could hardly blame his longtime friend for being cautious, even
though society's acceptance of the LGBTQ community – and LGBTQ people
– was changing, so very quickly.  It wasn't always that way, of course,
and after growing up in a very repressive atmosphere and society, his own
feelings of safety took many years to even advance THIS far, and be open to
having people he knew – some for most of his life – knowing he was
gay, and was basically "marrying" his best friend's son, grandson, and his
grandson's best bud, Travis.  If Frank wasn't watching it all unfold before
his very own eyes, he would be skeptical about it all, at best, and would
be very unbelieving, at the negative end of it all.  His seventy years on
the planet was merely a drop in the proverbial bucket, he knew, in
perspective as to how many years were in the history books, and that
included the Bible.  The situation with his friend Bill, however, would
– later in the evening – resolve itself, in a most unusual, and
un-anticipated, way.

All the recent advances were so very wonderful, yes, yet we as a society
had so very far to go, with all the super-conservative churches and
skinheads and all the splinter and "fringe" groups out there.
Anti-government and para-military or militia groups were continually
popping up, as were the vehemently anti-gay religious groups.  He wondered
if there would ever be a day when the planet was free of all the hatred of
people of color, LGBTQ people, non-terrorist-related followers of Islam,
Jews of all persuasions, Mormons, Jehovah's Witnesses, and the rest, who he
knew were mostly good people, just different than his family, and his
belief-system.

"Alas, no rest for the weary!  We gotta get this event in high gear,
though, or we're going to be late starting!  Better get Mike and give him a
glass of wine.  That will help him calm down.  God, I love that man!"
Frank thought.  He looked at the man he was about to marry, and then the
other two.  A fine-looking family, if there ever was one, and he couldn't
possibly be MORE proud of the men!  Even young Dave and Aaron, Mike
Senior's two youngest sons, were dressed to the nines and looking for all
the world like the model-material their Dad and older brother Mike did.  He
was certainly marrying into a handsome family!!!  "If only MY Dad were
alive to see it!"  Frank began to tear up, and then thought, "No!  I'm NOT
going there!!!  We believe that people in heaven can see all the happy
stuff down here, and not the sad stuff, so I KNOW Dad sees me and Mike and
Mike Junior and Travis becoming one, and I KNOW he's deliriously happy for
us, `cause that was always his way."  He grabbed a cocktail napkin from the
kitchen island to clean up his face and wipe the tears that had
accumulated, and went to the restroom, following Mike Senior, who had just
come in to grab a glass of wine – and to use the restroom – which
Frank was grateful for, as he knew Mike Senior was getting too wound up
before the ceremony.  Travis was outside, talking to his Mom and Dad,
dressed up in their Sunday best, along with several of their fellow church
members from the now-defunct Baptist church they once attended, along with
Pastor Danby.  Frank had closed and locked the bathroom door behind them,
and took a long look at his partner, Mike Senior, standing there at the
commode, penis in hand, taking a much-needed piss, and smiled.

"Nah, no you don't!" Mike exclaimed, as he recognized that look of lust in
the Frank-man's eyes.  "No nookie until the private party tonight, after
everyone has left, and it's just us."

"Yeah, I know.  But I can still look, can't I?  I mean, after all, after
twenty years with you, the lust has never died.  I still think you are a
walking, talking hunk of pure testosterone...and looking at that piece of
manhood you're so freely swinging around the room right now, you still make
my heart go pitty-patter, dude!!!"

"Shit, Frank, knowing you, you'll probably have a big ol' boner on your
death-bed, boy!!!  I know I turn you on, man, but today is a day of
solemnity, and yes of joy and celebration too, brother!  This is a day
where we show all the world – or at least our friends and family
gathered, anyway – our joy at being together, and our love for each
other, and that is for all FOUR of us, now.  If we were to do anything
today, which we will be late tonight, I want all four of us to be involved,
especially so today, Lover.  We're taking them into our lives, essentially
also taking them into our bedroom, metaphorically-speaking as well as
literally, and sharing our bodies with each other, the most intimate thing
we can possibly do!  M.J. and Travis are both very mature young men, and I
am so very proud of them, and I want them to know – beyond any doubt
whatsoever – that they are as much a part of this union as you and I
are, or ever have been, and most certainly I don't want them feeling left
out, today of all days, Sweetheart!!!  You understand that, right?"

"Sure do, babe.  I feel the same way!  Mikey's such a sweetheart, and
Travis, too!  That we are now a unit of four and not two is not lost on me,
babe.  I just wanted to see that beautiful man-tool of yours.  Mike Junior
got his good looks somewhere, and that includes that beautiful, magnificent
penis of his, `cause yours is just as beautiful and magnificent, babe.
I've been watching you for years, and you just get more fucking handsome
and deliciously studly, with every passing day!"

"Oh Good Lord, Frank!  You are so in love with my body it's almost
comical!!!  Honestly, Frank!  What AM I going to do with you?  And now, we
get two of the best – and certainly the FINEST young men on the planet
– as partners in our lives as our love expands to include them, and to
be our partners as well, are you going to be able to handle them, and me
too, hanging out naked together?  While we may want it to be sex, sex and
more sex, we do have other things, and people, in our lives.  I love sex as
much as any man, Frank, as I am only forty-four, and still in my sexual
prime.  Mike Junior, M.J., is absolutely one of the most virile men I've
EVER seen, and his brothers look like they will be the same, and I know
from Mike Junior that Travis is practically insatiable, so we'll probably
have MORE than enough sex!  Please stop being such a worry-wart, Sweetie!
You'll probably be MORE than satisfied, I am sure, with these two young,
super-virile men coming on board.  Really, Frank!  We're gonna have a
blast, and ain't it wonderful to know that they won't have to go home to or
with someone else, `cause in a couple of hours, they will be ours,
forever?!?"

"Oh, yeah, babe!!! And, best yet, the Thompson and Frazier boys include one
more, as a Barry joins us!!!  One of these days, we gotta figure out what
to call our family, now that Travis will be on-board with us.  But, that is
for another day, now we gotta get outside and greet our guests."

Mike Senior and Frank had walked out into the kitchen area again, and Frank
had poured his mate another glass of Chablis, and handed it to him.

"Ready now, Lover?"

"To you, and this day, and our precious mates!!!  We thank you, Lord, for a
beautiful, North Texas day, and a house-full of great people to witness our
joy!"


"Amen, brother!"  Frank opened the door for his first partner, and a warm
breeze met him.  Looking up towards the sky, he silently thought, "And,
thank YOU, Lord, for being here too, to witness our day!!!"

Walking on out of the house and into the grassy back yard, it smelled
wonderful, as the trees were full of blossoms, and the sun was high in the
sky.  We could not have possibly picked a better day to join ourselves into
a union.  The youngest two of our brood – the younger David and the
ever-hunky defensive-linebacker-like Aaron – stood alongside us on one
side of the platform, as did my brother Mark and our uncle, Michael-John,
on the other side, all four of them looking like they stepped out of an
issue of G.Q., studly as hell and hotter than I'd ever seen any of them.
"And these guys are my family!  How much luckier can I get?" Mike Senior
thought to himself.  The younger two of our soon-to-be union, along with my
long-time partner, Frank, were standing on the platform, all three waiting
for me, in their tuxes and their white shirts with red bow ties, making a
picture of male models at their finest in my mind, for posterity.  I was
hoping the photographer and videographer caught us standing there in a
natural manner, and not posed.  The freeze-frame/snap-shot would give me a
major space problem in my shorts for years to come, though, but what a
picture that was!  It was the best picture I ever had taken of Frank, and
adding M.J. and Travis and myself to the pic was heaven!  "Talk about
stud-city!!!", I thought, "Testosterone town, here come my guys!!!  We'll
show you what male virility REALLY looks like!!!"  My shorts were becoming
quite crowded as I took the two steps onto the platform and joined my guys.
It was a moment of pride for THIS Dad, lemme tell ya!!!!!  I could barely
contain my enthusiasm as I looked back on my family and friends – both
old and new – assembled to witness the most important day of my life.
Tears came to the corners of my eyes, altogether too quickly, at which
point I turned around to face the pastors, to wipe them from my face.
Pastor Nolan looked at me and smiled, and – knowing me for more than
twenty years now, and realizing the volume of emotions running through me
were, at that moment a bit overwhelming for me – was plainly a concern
for the older man, for my welfare.  "That's the sign of a good pastor," I
thought.  "He's thinking about we four men, about to tie the knot, and not
how bloomin' hot it is today, or that the food smells utterly fantastic, or
that the videographer's dress is cut a bit lower than I think she is aware
of, and is trying really hard not to stare at her.  Good Lord, that woman
is STACKED!!!"

Sooner than I would have wanted, though, the guests were all seated, and
ready for the ceremony to begin.  The chosen music began – a beautiful
classical piece from the Baroque tradition – as the four of us; Mike
Junior, his best bud Travis, my long-time companion and father-in-law
Frank, and me – Mike Senior - stood in front of the two pastors from our
church, on an angle so people could see with the pastors in front of us
with their backs to the assembled friends and family, and the photographer
– another high school chum of mine, my long-time friend Larry Montgomery
– snapped pics of the whole thing, and his videographer wife, Kathy, did
the video-recording, and did a bang-up job of it, I must say!  She later
admitted she did it through tears, as she said, "it was just such a
beautiful ceremony, guys!  Absolutely the best I've ever seen, or recorded
!!!"  Well, she wasn't the only one with tears, that's for sure!

All of us who stood on the platform, even my youngest sons David and Aaron,
were tearing up a bit.  Later that evening, they who would tell us in
private, "Dad, it was like the scene in "Fiddler on the Roof," where
Perchik and Hodel sing part of "Sunrise, Sunset," with the words, "They
look so natural together, just like two newlyweds should be.  Is there a
canopy in store for me?" [*2] Dad, I found the best guy possible for me, my
own brother, Aaron.  He is the best one for me, for – as we are living
our daily lives – we realize that we have come to depend on each other
for not only companionship, but also for the love we crave, deep inside,
where no one else can see.  I think you know what I mean by that, if anyone
does!  David's gentle, affectionate nature, and my more gregarious self,
being kinda loud and a big clown at times, yet very loving towards friends
and family, especially, give rise to the old saying "opposites attract."
It's been a wonderful life, so far, and WE'RE ONLY GETTING STARTED!!!


***** The Ceremony *****

Pastor Nolan and Pastor Danby introduced the exchanging of the vows to each
other according to our wishes, and the brief outline we had prepared for
them to follow, after their words were shared with the friends and family
gathered.  It was a heart-warming time for all of us, as our pastors shared
a brief tale of their own marriages' first few days and weeks.  Humorous,
and gratifying, yet they kept it brief, and blessed us as we continued on
our paths.  Both men had been long-time widowers by this stage in their
lives, yet their stories were fresh, and very much spot-on for a ceremony
creating a new family unit.  Pastor Nolan, being the Senior Pastor at First
Congregational, was the main speaker for the wedding party, and Pastor
Danby was there to add a bit of support for the Senior Pastor, and be a
witness for my guys.

"To our guests, I will give each man the opportunity to address his
partners individually, then we will close with a reading from the
traditional wedding standards, of course adapted to our purposes for this
most wonderful of occasions.  Ladies and gentlemen, first, I give our
elder, Frank, the opportunity to speak..."

Frank took the microphone from Pastor Nolan, and began to speak.

"Mike Senior – "Mike" to me – you have already given me more than
twenty of the happiest years of my life!  I cannot tell you that every
moment was perfect, and we have had our disagreements, as every couple has,
yet you have been an inspiration, first, to see you raise your three sons
without a mother, and do so with class, grace, and a finesse that belied
your youth, for many years now, is a model for young Dads everywhere, and I
wish more people had seen you in action when the boys were young, `cause it
was ABSOLUTELY AMAZING to watch!  I would wonder sometimes how you became
so wise, so early in life, yet – after having been friends with your
father for more than forty years now, nearly fifty, actually – I need
not have wondered, as I have seen a lot of your Dad, Bill, in you.

[I saw one of the congregation pat my Dad on the shoulder, and whisper
something in his ear.  He later told me that the older gentleman told Dad
"this must make you mighty proud of your son and grandson right now, huh,
Bill?  You have every right to be, as you have done a wonderful job with
your son, and he with his son, Mike Junior."  Dad's tears began then, as
his dream to see me married once again was coming true, in a most wonderful
way!]

Frank continued, "Your ability to enforce discipline without having to
raise your voice to the boys, now young men, was AWESOME!  I have no doubt
in my mind and soul that they will make great Dads, themselves, after
watching you.  Out of all the people in my life, you have exemplified what
it means to be a Christian, and what Christ will – probably – be
like, in person, once I face him.  I look forward to that day, of course,
as we all do, yet the days I spend with you are more precious to me than
ever before, as I know what love is, and – for me – it is you.  The
physical aside – for the sake of our assembled friends and family [a
gentle chuckle was heard at the mention of this, from those assembled] –
yet being alongside you, this amazing man named Michael James Frazier,
tells me that I knew what I saw in you when we first met was right-on.  I
am blessed, each and every day, by your companionship, your hard-work
ethic, your compassion for others less fortunate than yourself, and the joy
of being a man who is loved by you, unconditionally and totally – that
is, amazingly, without ANY reservations – speaks volumes about your
character, your sense of fair-play and giving the other guy the benefit of
the doubt without reserve or desire to somehow "get even," when things
between yourself and others doesn't work out so well, heck...all of it,
Mike, add up to the most wonderful man I believe I have ever met, although
your son, Mike Junior is certainly a carbon copy of you, as well as his
best friend and confidante, Travis.  I see both young men in our union
being in that category now, as well.

You three bless me, balance me when I am in need of a good chewing out when
I mess up and do something haphazardly, and yet love the daylights out of
me, anyway, just because you can, and that's the way all three of ya are!
I don't ever have to sit and think about your love not being there for me,
as it always is, no matter what I've done, or said without thinking, which
happens on occasion as you know [friends and family laughed here, as Frank
was sometimes known for saying things without thinking them through,
totally, first].  YOU THREE are the men I love, most of all, in this world,
and [he looked heavenward, here] Dad, I miss you terribly!  You, too, were
one who loved me unconditionally, and I always knew that. [He again turned
and looked at his three mates, at this point.] I guess I learned about love
from all FOUR of you guys, actually!

To you, Mike Junior, I say basically the same things to you, although the
physical aspect is only just now becoming a reality for us.  Those
work-related trips to Oklahoma City and back, for weeks at a time, right
after you graduated high school, driving you back and forth to Austin every
couple of weeks, or meeting you at the bus depot downtown or the home of a
bud of yours when you came home for the weekend, loaded down with weeks of
dirty laundry which I was always wary of, yet you managed them yourself
with the help of free washer and dryer time – oh well, hey, no one's
perfect [which elicited another laugh from the assembled friends and
family] – the love of a young man for his uncle-grandfather, although
I've always felt more like your uncle than your grandfather, as you always
came to me for advice about stuff, as well as your Dad, and I don't believe
our relationship would have turned out to be quite as close as it is
without me being more the uncle you needed, rather than the grandfather you
may have ended up resenting for interfering in your life.  My Dad, or as
you boys called him, "Papa-bear Frank," gratefully MORE THAN made up for
not having me act like a grandfather to you boys, and I know you miss him
terribly, as well [Mike Junior teared up a tad when Frank spoke of his
Dad].

And, I cannot forget you, Travis, who I am beginning to know much better
now, as you already spend most days with us.  I am constantly amazed at
your ability to decipher math problems, so FAST!  You and Mike Junior are
whiz kids at math, when I was only an average student of it in high school.
Mike Senior's Dad, Bill, will tell you how many nights I had to study, well
into the night, just to get C's. We'd study together for our English tests,
and do well on them, but math has never been my strongest suit.  He'd try
to help me, and get me to a place where I could study myself, and go to
bed.  I'd be up until one or two in the morning, and look like hell the
next day, but somehow, I STILL actually managed to graduate with my class!
Don't exactly know HOW that happened, but oh well!  [another chuckle from
the gathering, as Frank was having fun being himself, as usual!]  So, your
ability to understand that stuff amazes me, no end, Travis!  Looking at the
man you have become, and knowing you love Mike Junior to pieces – as we
called it back when his paternal grandfather and I were in high school –
and getting to know me and Mike Senior in such a way that we are all now
able to finish each others' sentences, because we know each others' minds
and habits well enough now, and to know when to stay out of each others'
way when the other guy has had a tough day at work...well, friend, that
only comes with knowing someone really well, which we continue to do, and
on a DAILY basis.  I look forward to seeing you in five, ten, fifteen, even
twenty years, if God gives me that many years on this ol' planet yet, and
you too Mike Junior, to see how you two turn out.  Knowing the two of you,
though, and seeing the fine young Christian men you already are, with Mike
Senior's help and guidance, tells me that you will do well in this life.
And, finally, Mike Junior and Mike Senior, you two are so much alike I
STILL cannot tell you two apart on sunny days!!!  I look at Mike Junior and
know his heart for the LGBTQ youth is STRONG, and he connects well with
them.  I can only say this to you Mike: I had strong misgivings about that
decision you made, yet I can see – now – that not only did you know
what you were doing, but you also knew what it would take to get there.
That you decided to continue with your education now and go on to seminary,
I cannot tell you how proud I am of you for doing that!!!  You, like your
Dad, exemplify Christ, and may be the only "Bible" some young people ever
read.  If you were my pastor when I was a kid, Mike, I doubt I would have
made all those mistakes back then, and would have taken your counsel more
seriously than I did my own pastor's, or my Dad's sometimes fiercely-stated
warnings after some major mis-steps I DID take, and that I would later live
to regret.  I guess I just had to learn the hard way, to listen to my
elders.  I hope your connections with those young people give them not only
some hope but also someone here on earth to look up to, and to talk to, and
most definitely assure them that someone up there loves us, Mike, really
loves us, `cause I didn't know, nor care about it, for many years.  Your
Dad showed me the way, Mike, and showed me what true "grace" was all about,
son.  I now know that – but back then – well, I didn't have a clue!"
Frank's face was quickly becoming wet with the tears of gratitude and joy
he was experiencing, in the moment.

Pastor Nolan broke protocols then, and RAN to Frank, and kissed him on the
forehead, and hugged him tightly.  He took the microphone from Frank's hand
then, and spoke briefly, and handed the microphone back to Frank when he
was done: "Frank, I never knew anything about what you just shared with us.
Of course, it wasn't for anyone else to tell your story, except you, and I
can see – now – that grace really has you in His grip, and He is not
about to let you go, ever, friend!"

"Thanks, Pastor Nolan.  That means a lot to me, and I am grateful to God
for a great man like Mike Senior to show me what REAL love is all about.
You and the others in our church did, of course, too, over the years, yet
when you live with another person who exudes it, it finally starts to dawn
on you how grace really works, and what love truly looks like.  I only hope
I am passing it on to others, as these men have done for me."

Looking at the people assembled for the event, there wasn't a dry eye to be
seen, anywhere, in the yard.  Frank had always been a wild child, I knew,
from Dad.  The words were truly his, and I knew they were straight from a
grateful heart.

Pastor Nolan turned and spoke directly to me, "Mike Senior, I cannot tell
you that I am going to get through this afternoon without bawling my eyes
out, my friend!  Your partner Frank's vows and personal story alone were
enough to make me want to do so, already, and we have yet to hear from you.
So, now is your time, beloved brother.  Ladies and gentlemen, I give you
Michael James Frazier."

A polite round of applause arose up from the gathering.  I started-in
talking right away, as I wanted to say something important to each man.

"Frank, I don't know if I can realistically add anything more to what you
have already said.  You have brought me great joy, sadness, laughter,
tears, angry words, hell...everything and then some, over these last twenty
years.  I feel loved by you, and have, right from the very start, when I
came into your living room as a very nervous young man, then, picking up
your daughter to take her to a school dance, if I am remembering correctly.
I looked at you with wide eyes, looking at a man I admired, right from the
start, even just coming over to help your sons with their homework and
doing my own homework with Marcie.  Then, marriage came, and then, three
boys later, an uncontested divorce, when Marcie and I sadly parted ways.  I
knew then that we – meaning you and I – had a connection I could not
see, yet sensed it was there.  You jumped in with both feet, and moved in
to help me raise three very active toddlers, helping me immensely, and
helping me to become the man I knew I wanted to be, for my boys, AND for
you!  In a good way, you forced me to grow up, and – at a time when I
honestly didn't want to, as I was scared out of my mind with the
responsibility of raising three boys on my own – you came in alongside
me and just did the work needed to keep the household running smoothly, and
never asked for anything in return.  Those selfless acts were a catalyst, I
believe, to me becoming who I am, as I looked at you, and without you even
knowing what "grace" was really all about, you exemplified it by just being
there, and me asking myself, "what does this guy want from me?  He cannot
possibly be doing this if he was expecting something out of me, as I have
nothing to offer, and he knows it."  Well now, I see, it was out of love
for a younger man, who needed a helping hand at a time in his life when he
had hit rock bottom, and you, Frank, were willing to help.  I didn't know
it then, but I was receiving love from you, each and every day, in so many
ways.

Then, one day, a predicted stormy day one early-summer, about fifteen years
ago, I think, and with a previously promised trip to the country club to
play golf that kept me from going in to work that day, and the rest is –
as they say – history.  We bonded then, and we remain a unit to this
day.  I love you, Frank, for who you are, as well as who you have become.
You say I have matured over the years?  Well, I do believe you, too, have
matured, in a different manner of speaking, as your voice has become less
harsh, and your manners around the boys – about not cussing in front of
them being one of those better manners – improved greatly, right away,
and even your face became eventually – um, well – less "stressed
out," showing me a softer, caring side of you that you kept hidden, for
years.  It was almost as if you were AFRAID to love again, Frank!  Yet, all
of a sudden one day, there it was, the smile that lit up the room when you
entered it, and a gentle kiss on the side of my neck when you just wanted
to tell me "Hey, did you know I happen to love you, and think the world of
you?"  That, alone, was worth everything to me, as everything we had been
through together suddenly became crystal clear as to WHY it had all
happened the way it did.  God wanted me to be kept available for you, and
to help you regain trust, and love people again.  He wanted you to be
available for me, too, and at a time when I thought my world was falling
apart, you rushed in and held it together for me, with baling wire and
bubble-gum perhaps, yet together, we kept it from falling apart, and raised
three boys into wonderful young Christian men, and now get to add a fourth
to that equation, as Travis has joined our merry band of misfits...Hee
Hee!!!  Well, a merry band of misfits who love the daylights out of each
other and care for each other and KNOW how to do right by the others.  And,
as much as we sometimes mess up, all of us, somehow, we fit."

I then turned to Mike Junior then, and Travis alongside him.  "To you, the
eldest of my most-wonderful sons, Michael James Frazier, Junior, and his
partner, Andrew Travis Barry, now partners in my life, as well!  You have
brought me great joy, and great pride, to see you grow into the men you now
are.  For you, Mike, Frank said it all, very well, and that is our pride in
seeing you work with the homeless youth in our hometown, LGBTQ or straight.
You truly DO exemplify our Lord and Saviour, Mike, and I hope that they see
Him in you, like we do, and know that love is – truly –
unconditional, and so much different and better than the so-called "love"
many of them received from their families of origin, especially so for
those who were physically kicked out of their so-called "Christian" homes,
just because they admitted they were LGBTQ.  Getting through to them as
only another of their generation can, I know you will succeed, and it will
be many who see Christ's love in you, and forget their rocky starts to
life.  And to you, Travis, we join with you in your quest for the truths in
life, and the love you have shown my eldest son here shows me that the love
I see in your eyes is genuine.  When you first started visiting our home
five or six years ago, I wondered if I was EVER going to get you out of
your shell, yet here you are, partnering with Mike Junior in his ministry
to the street kids, and I know your Mom and Dad are not only pleased as
punch to see you reach out to others, but I am too, and very proud to call
you a partner in my life, and lovin' the stuffins out of my son, here, who
loves you just as fiercely, right back.  We have shared emotional
intimacies in the weeks leading up to this day, and I have loved getting to
know you even better than in the past few years of casual conversation and
a few dinners around the holidays when you stayed with us, freeing up your
folks to take care of family stuff.  You are a man of integrity, Travis,
and an honorable man.  I don't know how Mike Junior managed to land a guy
like you, son, but if I know him like I think I do, he had to really do
something special to get your attention, as your demeanor when I met you
for the very first time was very much in the vernacular of "shields up!!!"
No foolin'!!!  But gradually, and gratefully, the barriers have come down,
and now a young Christian MAN stands before me, whose love and care for
others shines through his countenance, and not his defenses to stop letting
people getting to know him, and I believe that says a lot about your
letting us know who you really are, and just how absolutely crazy you are
about this stud-pup standing alongside you."

"Dad!!!"

"Sorry, Mike, didn't mean to embarrass you, son, yet the fact remains that
if you didn't go to college, I figured you may have ended up being a male
model."

"Dad?!?  And you aren't also model-material?"

"Well, my handsome and beloved eldest son, I may have been at one time,
yes, however, in case you haven't looked lately, I'm not thirty anymore.
Forty, either.  In six short years, I'll be hitting the half-century mark."

"You're still a stud in my book, Dad, and always will be."

"Thank you for the compliment, son.  I most certainly was NOT expecting
that!"

Pastor Nolan interrupted the verbal love-fest, saying "Mike Senior, can we,
uh, may we, now give the microphone to Travis?"

"Sure thing.  Travis, my handsome young friend, it's all yours."

"Thanks...Dad..."  The microphone was in Travis' hand and I saw a smile
light up his face as I had not ever seen it before.

"I can see what Frank sees in these two guys here, now.  Talk about two
peas in a pod!  I mean like "YIKES!!!"  But, I love them both dearly, and I
thank both of them for being able to coax me out of myself, back then.
Unfortunately for me, I was one of those kids that could have just as
easily wound up on the streets, as I – too – am gay, and grew up
attending a very conservative, very anti-gay church.  With our new pastor
on board, a few years ago, things gradually began to change, and may I say
Pastor Danby, your heart showed through the darkness for me, and showed me
God did not hate me for being gay.  In fact, God does not hate me, at all.
He loves me, and accepts me, the way I am!  [The assembled friends and
family applauded Travis, then, as his statement was so right-on!]  When my
friend here, Mike Junior, found out I was being bullied there at the
Baptist church, he pulled me aside and told me he would start picking me up
for church on Sundays, and taking me to his church.  When we found out
through friends at school who still attended my old church that we had a
true ally in Pastor Danby, I would again occasionally attend, with Mike
here alongside me, and the congregation was instantly up in arms over the
whole thing, with Mike and I being their main target, as well as Pastor
Danby's stance on gay relationships.  I knew my family was already well on
their way out the door before all the unpleasant stuff started happening,
as I had already come out to them, and surprisingly for me, they were
supportive, right from the very start, although they did try to keep that
quiet for a while, yet the lid came flying off the pot in mere days after I
began attending Holy Trinity again, with Mike at my side.  Mike said it
would have all come out in the open eventually anyway, and it did,
unfortunately in the worst way possible!  By the time my parents left that
church, it was already dying, and it finally folded, after more than fifty
years of existence.  Some of the former congregants still refuse to have
anything to do with my family – even now after all these years –
however, mine and MANY of the families from our former church are here
today in support of me, AND these awesome men in my life, having joined us
at First Congregational before they even closed the doors at Holy Trinity
for good, as well as our beloved Pastor Danby, who I am also pleased to
introduce to all of you as our new Associate Pastor here at First
Congregational, in charge of community outreach, especially so to the LGBTQ
community, who Mike Junior and I work alongside of, and report directly to.
God bless you, Pastor Danby, for being willing to stand up to the
Bible-thumpers and say "enough!" to the hatred of the anti-gay crowd."

The assembled group were instantly on their feet, clapping their hands,
shouting "thanks Pastor Danby for supporting our kids!!!" and stomping
their feet.  It continued for a couple of minutes, until finally Pastor
Nolan stood and brought us all back down to earth.

"The microphone is still in Travis' hand, so I will turn it back over to
him to continue where he was."

"Thanks, Pastor Nolan.  Your support, too, means a lot to me, and ALL the
young people at First Congregational, too, who have loved me back into
Christian fellowship, after years of being too "gun-shy" to say anything
more than just the most basic pleasantries to ANYONE, when I first started
attending First Con.  Back to the matter at hand, though.  I am especially
appreciative of the Frazier family, and now the Thompson family as well, as
their reaching out to me gave me the chance to know my friend, Mike Junior,
here, and attending U-T with him, these last two years.  When we first
began our college life together in that cramped little ol' one-bedroom
apartment in Austin, we had some minor issues to work out, of course, like
timing of bathroom use in the morning before classes, cooking dinner,
well...all of that, including the nightmare of doing laundry – which we
finally ironed out after much negotiation, and, oh boy did we ever need to
negotiate! Oy vey did we ever! – so we could do our laundry at the same
time.  Well, it's been a fun ride, these last two years, in which I
realized my love for THIS handsome stud-pup [he said, as he smiled and
hugged my son Mike Junior from the side, and un-ashamedly quite tightly in
front of everyone, I would add!!!] was more than just as buddies, and hoped
he felt the same.

Well, ironically, after about a mere two weeks into the co-habitation
thing, we wound up in the same bed together, when my bed actually and
legitimately collapsed in the middle of the night one night, and scared the
living crap out of poor Mike, who came running into the living room where I
slept on the sleeper sofa, just to make sure I was ok.  After making a
tacky joke, he said, "well, buddy, I guess you finally made it into my bed
by default, so get your lazy butt in there so we can get some sleep!"  The
next morning was Sunday, so when the sun woke us up, I looked at him, and
he at me, and almost simultaneously said "I love you."  We kissed then, and
let our love out of our own protective shells.  Although Mike already KNEW
he loved me, long before I did – and without a shadow of a doubt
according to him – it took me more time to admit it.  He told me later,
"I've waited a year and a half for you to tell me that, Andrew Travis
Barry!  So, if you have any ideas of running away now, you'd better forget
it, `cause you already KNOW I run faster than you do, and I am NOT letting
YOU get away!!!"  Well, what could I say?  I've "belonged" to Mike Junior
ever since.  Our friends and even casual acquaintances at school later told
us, "Dang!  You two make such a doggone cute couple!  Any more at home like
either of ya?", or "My bud is wanting to date someone safe, and is looking
for guys like you.  Where DO you two keep yourselves on the weekends?  We
never see you out with the others."  Sometimes, we are able to introduce
them to someone who we believe will be a good fit for them, and we have
actually seen a couple or three established, over the two years we attended
U-T Austin.  And to you, Uncle Frank, my love as a younger man for a more
mature man has grown immensely, since I first met both you and Mike Senior.
I have to admit to all of you, though, that his love for me was evident,
right from the start, as well, as I guess Mike Senior had clued him in to
me being a bit shy, back then, as I was terrorized beyond words about other
people knowing I'm gay.  Frank welcomed me, wrapped me in his arms, even
kissing me on the head like an adult would do an infant, just like the two
Mikes had done for me that very first time I openly shared with them about
my home life.  This time around though, it was the THREE other men in this
union who made a quadruple layered, all-bear sandwich out of me, and held
me, for the longest time!  Even my seemingly-aloof sisters actually
apologized to me – or at least, eventually they did, anyway – and
explained to me why they basically gave up on me, figuring I never would
come out of my shell, let alone come out of the closet.  Even Dad and I
have made amends to each other – gratefully! – although we sometimes
have to remember that we still harbor some small, unspoken or forgotten
resentments against the other.  Dad and I both also realize now that what
he did was not fair, and we both truly NEED to careful what we say, as
words hurt, and – as I have learned from my new church family and Pastor
Nolan, as well as my union with the Fraziers and the Thompsons – that
"hurt people HURT PEOPLE."  All that now said and out in the open, if
someone had told me any of this was or is possible, say...six years ago,
when I first started visiting the Frazier home, I would have most certainly
believed them to be INSANE!  Now, the love of my life, no, make that the
LOVES of my life, plural, are a HUGE blessing in my life, and something I
am proud to be a part of.  Thanks for letting me share, and God bless."

Travis' Dad stood, and began applauding, joined by the rest of the guests.
Travis met him on the lawn in the front of the platform, and his Dad told
him, "I love you, son, and I am so sorry things turned out the way they
did, before.  I hope to make up for it, though.  And most importantly, I am
very proud of you for standing up and telling us all who you truly are.  I
am VERY proud of you, and I am MOST proud to call you my son!"

Pastor Nolan then took the microphone and – after introducing him –
handed it to my eldest son, Mike Junior.  I tensed up a bit, as I was not
sure of what he had prepared to say.  Frank – who had been holding my
hand for the last few minutes or so – tightened his grip, just then,
silently reassuring me, I suppose, that Mike had everything under control,
including himself, and that I need not worry about what he was about to
say.  I wasn't all that much worried about what he had to say, rather, it
was more like being emotionally un-ready to hear what he may share, about
more "intimate" parts of our lives.  Knowing Mike has some class, though,
and certainly tons of finesse, our lives would not be held out for
ridicule, yet there was a hesitation there, and I wondered why.  I soon
found out, and he did just fine.  Not surprisingly, my eldest began his
presentation to us with a simple prayer.  To say the least, I was humbled
by his reverence for the moment.

"Heavenly Father-God, my life is in your hands, and I give myself to you,
freely and without reservation, and you already know that.  Help my words
in the here and now, Lord, and give me the wisdom to know when to shut up.
It is – truly – in your hands.  Thank you, Heavenly Father, for
blessing me with a Godly man for my earthly Dad, who has – for more than
twenty years now – exemplified your love for us, as your sons, first and
foremost, and the knowledge that we are merely on-loan to him for a few
years as we were growing up in a Christian home, in a country where we are
most blessedly free to worship where we choose, AS we choose, and to get to
know you – Heavenly Father – as you really are, and not from someone
who has a hateful, spiteful, politically-motivated "ax to grind," as it
were, and that we can learn about you, and communicate with you, and get to
know you, as the beloved children we are, to you.  Like my beloved partner
Travis says, Heavenly Father, I learned I was gay early in life, and tried
like the dickens to hide it from everyone, yet my earthly Dad saw through
my "act," and told me he accepted me as I really am, and to stop hiding the
fact that I was attracted to other boys, and not girls, at an early age.
Unlike others, though, I was not bullied, and was very
athletically-inclined, joining the baseball and wrestling teams, and never
once being harassed about – nor was I even being suspected to be –
gay.  Yet, through all that, Lord, you were with me, and even bringing a
special man – a boy then, a man now – into my life, and one who loves
the daylights out of me!  Thank you, so very much, from your grateful son,
Amen."

A chorus of rather hearty "Amen's" rose up from the assembled group of
friends and family, as Mike Junior began to speak to each of us.

"Dad, your humble manner spoke volumes to me, growing up, and still
influences me.  Your love and acceptance of me, as I am, was more than I
could ever hope or pray for, and yet you just keep on loving me, despite my
flaws.  I love you, Dad, and I still pray to our Heavenly Father that I
want to be like YOU, Dad, when I grow up.  Oh, I guess I am there, already,
huh?  Well, maybe I should say when I finally mature enough to be the man I
want to be, and the man you already are, and have been, for my entire
youth.  You say you saw me working with gay youth, years ago?  Well, I
never actually expected to be called into ministry!  No kiddin'!!!  I
always thought I'd be a teacher, yeah, or maybe even an accountant, not in
active, full-time ministry, let alone attending seminary!!!  Wow,
Lord...me?  Seminary?  Like, Holy Toledo, God!  I'm just a country boy
living in the big city affectionately known as "Cowtown," nothin' more.  I
am so much like you, Dad...no fancy stuff here, nor any pretentious or
pompous b.s., either, as you brought us up to know better than that, and
that part of being seen as a "man" in the eyes of the other men is taking
responsibility and owning our messes, for lack of a better term, and not
pretending to be something we're not.  I guess that's why – and how –
I wound up with Travis as my partner, Dad, as he is SO much like us!  Jeans
and a t-shirt, athletic shoes and an old Chevy truck!  Travis is the way we
are, Dad, and that's what he says attracted him to me.  We – you and I,
I mean – are much alike, yes, yet Travis and I are as well.  No need to
stand on formality with him, Dad, and he calls it as it is, whatever that
may be.  Laying in bed with my man, Travis lays down with his head on my
chest, and falls asleep in my arms, many a night, as he sees a man whose
affection is only for him, meaning no wandering eyes of lust for other men.
That is not to say that I cannot or do not appreciate seeing a handsome
guy, or one with a nice physique, Dad, as I occasionally do, yet I admire
them then, and move on, and don't take the man home with me, either
in-person OR in my head!!!  They DON'T EVER belong in our bedroom, and
Travis knows I know that, and trusts me, implicitly, and that's something
else I learned from you, and that's one of the reasons why we love being
with you and Uncle Frank, is we can admire the manhood we have at home, and
don't need to go looking for something we may erroneously "perceive" we
lack.  We admire you and Uncle Frank, immensely, as not only Dad – that
is Dad and Uncle Frank from me, Papa-bear Mike and Big Daddy Frank from
Travis' view – yet more importantly the intimacies and intricately
complex they are, of necessity, as FOUR men in relationship with each other
must – REALISTICALLY – face.

And to you, my partner and confidante, Andrew Travis Barry, your smile
lights up my world, Sweetheart!  I can look at you and see what I want to
become for you, and that is a man whose word is his bond, and always be
willing to admit when I've messed up, especially so to you, my love.  Our
last five years together, first as best-buds, and now as life-partners, you
have made me see that you have a HUGE heart for the ministry to the
homeless LGBTQ youth, as I do, and I cannot think of anyone more qualified
and deserving to do this work, alongside me.  Pastors Nolan and Danby have
both recognized it in you, as well, and so have several church members,
many of the deacons, as well as the entire Board of Elders!  So to you, on
this joyous occasion, my beloved mate and confidante, your application for
the position of Associate Director for our congregation's ministry to youth
and LGBTQ youth has been approved.  Your dedication to our community, and
the desire to work alongside me in the ministry means more to me than
anything that's occurred for me in my professional life up to this point,
and means the world to me, that my mate desires to join me, in the
ministry.  Friends and family, Travis knew this was coming, as we spoke of
it last night before we bedded down for the night, so it's not a surprise
to him, yet he also knew I have to ask it of him in front of witnesses, by
church rules and regulations by means of our charter, and rules of our
denomination's headquarters.  So to you, I ask, do you wish to join me in
the ministry to youth and LGBTQ youth?"

By this time, Travis' tears are flooding his eyes, and he nods to Mike
Junior, and somehow manages to squeak out a "yes, my love, I do wish to
join you in the ministry to the street kids, gay and straight, of our
communities."  By this time, the poor young man was sobbing, and grabbed
onto Mike Junior like he never wanted to let him go, out of fear of losing
him, I suppose."

Pastors Nolan and Danby stepped forward at that moment, as Pastor Nolan,
being the Senior Pastor, took the microphone from Mike Junior, and hugged
both men.

"Do I hear an approval on the hiring of young Travis Barry here?"

"I place the nominee up for approval, Pastor," came a voice in the back,
which I suspected was my Dad.

"Seconded?"

"I second the motion, Pastor."

"All members in attendance, and you are a legal quorum, in approval, please
say "yea."

"YEAH!!!"

"Any dissenting votes?"

No answer.

"Speak now, or forever hold your peace."

Silence.

"Going once, going twice, gone!  The motion is hereby approved,
unanimously.  Welcome to the ministry, Travis.  You two are actually the
FIRST couple to jointly minister to the community at large, gentlemen!  I
already KNOW you will do well!  And Travis, congratulations!  Two
mighty-big steps the same day is quite a lot to handle – emotionally
– and accept, yet I have no doubt in my mind that you are perfectly
capable of being an assistant to our friend Mike, here, as well as a
partner to the man, and the other two, as well.  [Pastor Nolan closes his
eyes, here, and puts one hand on Travis' chest, and one gently resting on
top of the young man's head.]  Heavenly Father, we ask that you bless your
servant, Travis, in tandem with his partner.  Guide and direct him, and
give him a sensitivity to hear your voice, deep in his spirit, to minister
to the spiritual needs of the homeless youth of our region, gay, straight,
bi, transgendered or questioning, and not just their immediate, physical
needs.  Help him to be a helpmate to his partner as well in real life, and
be sensitive to each-others' needs.  We ask this in the name of our Lord
and Saviour, Jesus Christ, whose blood shed on the Cross paid for our sins.
Amen."

Travis' Mom was in tears, as were quite a few of us.  I went down to join
the spontaneous, impromptu reunion of Dad and son. and shook Mister Barry's
hand, instead finding myself being hugged by both my new, added partner, as
well as his Dad.  The parting turned into a symbolic giving of the groom to
the groom, as it were, by his parents, as Travis' Mom soon joined us in
front of the platform, as well.  I turned it into a time of devoting
ourselves to the union, and turned the ceremony a tad chaotic for a couple
of minutes.  After a quick, whispered coaching of young David and Aaron on
what to do to "give me away," as well as their brother Mike Junior, and
quickly coaching the other David and Aaron – Frank's sons – to do the
same for him.  It worked well, and we brought it into the main ceremony,
immediately.  I whispered into Pastor Nolan's ear, which he had already
picked up on, and knew exactly what to do.

"Who gives away these men to the others?"

"We do, Pastor," was stated, in unison, by both sets of Davids and Aarons,
and Travis' parents repeated their lines at the front of the platform, as
well, after realizing what was occurring, and joining in, wholeheartedly.
I was wiping away tears as Travis' parents did what they knew was right,
and I knew the ceremony of our union already held WAAAAAAAY more memories
than just a few pictures and a video!!!  I only had a moment to enjoy the
interactions, before Pastors Nolan and Danby began the traditional vows
from the marriage book, adapted for our use.

"In the tradition of the church, many have been wed by the traditional
words of the common book we pastors often use, the world over.  I wish to
put that partially aside, and use these words, instead: When a man and his
mate are wed, we ask them to pledge their lives to each other, for richer
or poorer, in sickness and in health, `til death they do part.  In the
Christian traditions, we state that in heaven, we will not marry, nor be
given away in marriage, as there is no male or female, with our new bodies.
The marriage supper of the Lamb, that is Jesus, is our wedding to our
maker, our Lord and Saviour, to whom we cleave in the afterlife.  The
wedding ceremony here on earth is meant to bring two people together as
one.  In this tradition, we therefore witness these four men, as
brothers-in-Christ, and who love each other as we love our own selves, just
as Jesus commanded us to do in the New Testament when he said to the
Pharisees and the Sadducees, that "the greatest commandment is to love the
Lord Your God, with all your heart, soul and mind.  The second greatest
commandment is as the first, to love your neighbors as yourselves."  With
that in mind, these four men before us have pledged in front of God and
these witnesses – that being all of you family and friends gathered here
for this most wonderful of occasions – that they would truly love,
cherish, respect, and protect each other, through good times and bad, in
sickness and in health, until our Saviour calls us to Himself.  Those left
behind in the homegoing of the first, second and third of the men will do
the same until the last remains.  The God we believe in knows their hearts,
and knows they will keep these vows, as long as they have breath in their
bodies.  The last man left will keep the traditions as well, and will be
spiritually joined as one with our Saviour, in partnership to Him, and Him
ONLY, by agreement with the others on this day in private counsel with us,
their pastors, and all four men have signed an agreement stating these
agreements, in writing.

And finally, In one of the most unusual requests for a closing song at a
wedding of any sort I have EVER witnessed, the guests of the men joined
here in union today are invited to sing along with the words from the rock
opera, "Godspell," the song "Day by Day," which the men themselves have
chosen, as exemplary of our Love for God, and God's love for us.
Afterward, there is plenty of food to be shared after the breaking of the
bread and the prayer in the Jewish tradition at the tables inside, which
the men deeply respect, and will further refine by asking for you all to
join them in a circle of love, which completes the process of joining these
men together as a unit, and joins their unit to the congregation, and the
wider church in the Christian traditions.  Our beloved brother Mark
Hirschfeld, of the Messianic Temple Jehovah, will say the prayer in both
the original Aramaic, and English.  You are invited to stay afterward and
partake of the feast that friends of the men have prepared for all of you.
Refreshments will be served in the house, along with a toast...well
actually, several dedications and toasts will be given by the men – as
well as their patriarchs and brothers.  Once the final song is complete,
you are free to move about as you wish.  Restrooms are marked "men,"
"women," and "private," accordingly, in the house, on separate ends.  And
now, to the friends and family gathered here today for this most wonderful
of celebrations, I introduce to you, in order of eldest to youngest, David
Francis Thompson, Junior, Michael James Frazier, Senior, Michael James
Frazier, Junior and Andrew Travis Barry.  Brothers, sisters and friends, I
give to you, a Holy Union of Christian men, now a single household unit.
Love them, pray for them, support them, and be there for them, individually
and collectively, as they travel this road called Life."

At that point, I stood up and said, "If you know the words, everyone,
please feel free to sing along.  The neighbors won't mind, AS THEY ARE ALL
HERE!!!"  I laughed a little at that, however, it was true: most of our
neighbors except the ones away on vacation, were present that day, and
celebrating with us, and FOR us.  Even the staid former Baptists were
raising their hands in praise!  I was utterly amazed!!!!

The video screen began playing the song, directly from the movie, and
everyone sang along, even Dad, who said he had a terrible singing voice.  I
didn't hear any complaints, so I guess he did OK with it.  Soon, the song
ended and people began milling about the yard, inquiring about the rest
rooms, and asking where the flowers came from.  All four of us formed a
reception line, just for the sake of having one for the older people there
who may have missed it, if we DIDN'T have one.  There were no gifts given,
as we had asked guests to please give to one of the charitable
organizations supporting the LGBTQ community here in the Dallas-Fort Worth
Metroplex.  The pastors asked all to gather in the main living room of the
house, and join in a circle of love, as the young David and Aaron made
their engagement announcement, before the prayer of blessing over the food.
Brother Hirschfeld smiled brightly, as the two young men made their
announcement, as the Hirschfelds were friends of the youngest of our clan
since the boys were all in elementary school together.  Mike Morgan, a
friend of the boys who would be attending U-T with them in the fall was
standing in the background, jumping up and down, saying "Yes, Yes, Yes!!!
I knew it was going to happen soon!!!" and rapidly approaching young David
and Aaron for a group hug with the uncles after the blessing was said over
the food.  He was even more ecstatic about it as he learned his role in the
friendship was one of not only "best man" for both our youngest, but also a
spiritual leader at First Congregational over the high-school boys.  He,
also, had turned out to be a fine, well-mannered young Christian man,
having hung out with David and Aaron, throughout their elementary, middle-
and high-school years.  I looked at the young man, tears flowing down his
cheeks for my two youngest, and realized the Morgans had really done a
marvelous job in raising such a sensitive, loving and supportive young man
for our youth.  It was great to witness his joy at our joining together, as
a union, and for David and Aaron, as a newly-established "couple" in our
church family.

After all the hoopla calmed down some and I was able to walk about a bit
and stretch my legs before I began to get leg cramps from all the sitting I
had done that day, I wound up in the back hallway, near our bathroom, at
which time Dad slipped me a card in private, while we both were waiting to
use the restroom, and in a fairly-private place in the house.  I later
opened it, and read these words, and immediately tears formed in my eyes.
I had to sit down on the sofa in the family room as I read:

"Son, your Mom would have been proud of you, especially so after the
divorce, and being willing to be joined together as one unit.  God knows, I
AM!  You are a wonderful father and role-model to your three sons, and now
Travis, as well.  I know you will do well in this newly-formed relationship
of four wonderful Christian men.  I envy you, as your relationship with my
buddy Frank has blossomed into something we can all honestly all call "a
marriage made in heaven."  You and he, and now Mike Junior and Travis as
well, hold each-others' hands tightly – or as some would say years ago,
"cling to each other" – as you go through life, and remind each other,
each and every day, just how MUCH you love each other, as one day, we all
will leave this earth to join our loved ones and our and Saviour, Lord
Jesus, in heaven, and those who are temporarily left behind will surely and
sorely grieve those losses.  Frank said he missed his Dad the other day
when we were all here at your home together for the picnic outside in the
backyard.  Your relationship with Frank is important for me to see, as I
know you love each other deeply.  Mike Junior and Travis have that, too,
now, both for each other as a couple, and now as the four of you in a
Christian brotherhood bond that will last for eternity, and you know what I
mean by that."

My eyes were flooding the letter as I read it.  I could not contain the
waterworks, so I slipped off to my – no, OUR – bedroom, and closed
the door to finish reading it in private.  He continued on the third page
of the letter, which looked as if he took his time to write, as the
handwriting was much neater than his usual scribbles.  "Son, I miss your
mother terribly.  I have been a widower for too many years now, and feel
the call of the Lord may be sooner than either of us would wish.  Your
brother Mark and I have spoken in private, and he knows what to do when the
inevitable occurs, and I just wanted to let you know that you, Mark and all
my grandsons will be well taken care of, and – yes – I have also left
a stipulation in the will for Travis to be given a trust account, as well.
The trust accounts will be given to them by the bank on their twenty-fifth
birthdays, all of them.  Your trust account, and that of your brother Mark,
are in the safe in my office at the house, and my lawyer and good friend
you met today, Marty, will give them to you, once I have passed on.  He has
been my accountant and trusted adviser now for the past fifty years.  The
amount I am giving you and your brother both is one million dollars, each.
I won't tell you what to do with it, as it becomes your money, once the
lawyer hands it to you, however, I would hope you purchase some real-estate
with it, as land prices in the Metroplex are continually going through the
roof, as they are in the other larger cities in Texas, AND I hope you will
remain in our great state.  To that end, each grandson, and Travis, are
receiving five hundred thousand dollars, each.  These are all from
investments I made when I was in my early college years, in utility stocks,
all of which have matured and gained interest in the bank over more than
fifty years' time.  You are NOT to tell my grandsons about the trust
accounts until after my passing, and I am adamant about that.  You and your
brother have my permission to further hold off telling them until you feel
they are ready, and you feel they are mature enough to handle the money,
although they all seem like they already have a pretty good head on their
shoulders, and I believe they do well, handling their personal finances.
Hopefully they, too, will invest wisely.  Mike Junior and Travis both being
nearly twenty-three on this date as I write this may be told of this,
however, INDEPENDENT OF THE OTHERS, and sworn to secrecy until the time you
feel the others can better handle the news.  Knowing them both, I believe
they will be able to keep the confidence.  Again, that is at YOUR
discretion, Mike, and that of your brother Mark, for his four sons.  Your
brother Mark also has all the instructions for the memorial service, and
son – have yourselves one helluva wonderful, celebratory party –
`cause you know I will be in a MUCH better place!!!  I love you, my son,
VERY, VERY, VERY MUCH!!!  Both you and your brother Mark have given me much
joy, over many years' time, as well as seven grandsons, for which I am
blessed, many times over, and far too many to count!  To watch my grandsons
now, and Travis too, grow into fine young Christian men, as I once taught
you and Mark to be, shows me that I was guided by your Mom's steady hand in
tandem with her absolute INSISTENCE that we attend church each week, as a
family, decidedly an unhealthy church as we would later discover.  My OWN
sorrow about that situation was greatly lessened, however, when you wisely
left that TOXIC church environment at the age of twenty-one, and I would
– one day – follow, as the proverbial "left foot of fellowship" was
made quite uncomfortably evident to me, as well!  I was most happy to join
you at your church in later years, which I have thoroughly enjoyed, all
these twenty-plus years of attending First Congregational.

Son, as I have prepared for my final arrangements, I want to let you know
you have never once been a burden to me, nor have I EVER been ashamed of
you being my son, despite your being gay on one hand, and because of that
on the other.  After Marcie left you, I of course wondered what exactly had
happened, yet I knew you well enough to know that you were not truly happy
being married to a woman, and may have only gotten married as you believed
– erroneously – that that was what was expected of you, as a man, and
a Christian man was not supposed to have "those feelings."  Son, you and I
both know I never said that to you, nor would have I ever done so.  That
was that wretched church we were attending at that time, and as much as I
wanted to leave – as soon as that new pastor of theirs opened his mouth
and started his diatribe – your mother wanted to continue attending, as
she had friends there.  After she had passed on from the cancer, I did a
lot of soul-searching, and although I had long-since told you to go on and
go to church wherever you felt comfortable, and I had no reason to stay
there, I did, and needlessly took their flack.  Not TOO long after your
departure, though, I felt it best to move on, myself.  Your brother Mark
feels the same way, although you already know that.  OUR pride in you, AND
our love, as son AND brother, transcends all of the possible differences I
believe we may ever encounter.  I do not want you two squabbling between
each other after I am gone, and that is something I must insist on,
although I believe I know you both well enough to know you probably never
will.  Your brother loves the daylights out of you, and to know you feel
the same way about him is a HUGE blessing in my life, and honors your
mother's memory, tremendously.

In closing, again, I love you dearly, and want the best for you.  Your
newly established relationship with Mike Junior and Travis – as well as
your newly re-established – and certainly strengthened – relationship
with Frank are truly wonderful things, to be cherished and held in honor as
you "survive" me.  I will be leaving for home early this evening, so I can
give you and the others your privacy you so very richly deserve.  Your
reception, I know, will be a wonderful affair, and as much as I would like
to stay later into the evening, I feel it best to go home early, so I am
off the roads before "black-dark," as we use to call it when we were kids,
back in Lufkin.  Please know I will always have your back, while I still
have breath in me, however, I want you to start concentrating on those
three men in your life, and your two younger sons, whose young-adult years
will be over MUCH TOO SOON, and who will one day be gone on to lives of
their own.  I hope and pray, my beloved son, that you are not left alone in
your golden years as I was, yet remember whose we are, and to whom we will
all – one day – return.

A big ol' bearhug to YOU, my beloved son!!!  I love you, son, VERY MUCH!!!!
Dad."

By the time I finished reading the letter, the waterworks were on,
full-blast.  My heart was feeling the pain of the eventual home-going of my
beloved Dad, a man I knew loved me unconditionally my entire life, much the
same as Frank's Dad did, and I would miss him, more than anyone would ever
know.  Thinking of him coming to me, and comforting me when our mother died
after only a short illness, put a spin on it such as I had never
experienced.  I thought of our first Christmas without Mom, mine and Mark's
first birthdays without Mom to bake us our favorite cakes, our first months
in that big old house without Mom, and then suddenly – and without much
warning – moving to a smaller house when I was about fourteen and Mark
was sixteen.  I felt badly for my brother, because he had to say goodbye to
friends that summer, as we moved to a new town, yet we both found new
friends, fairly quickly.  I caught Mark sitting alone on the glider in the
backyard one late-summer afternoon, about a year after we moved and a year
before his high school graduation.  He told me he still missed the old
house, and the old neighborhood, and would probably – one day –
return.  He did, after college, try to go back to our first home, and town,
but he said it was different, as no one he knew lived there in the old
neighborhood anymore, that everyone we knew had moved away after we did,
and all new families with small children were living in the old
neighborhood.  He got quiet then, and eventually got up and went into his
bedroom and closed the door.  That was the last time my brother Mark and I
talked about the old place, and I decided he just didn't want to think
about it anymore, so I never brought it up again, at least not with him
around.  Dad and I would reminisce about it on occasion, with some
wonderful memories attached to the old house, and the tree house he helped
us build in the back yard, but we made sure it was on days when Mark was
away at college, or off in Dallas, living on his own and working a new job
with a big accounting firm.

"What you doin', babe?  You okay?  You've been crying, haven't you?
SWEETHEART, WHAT'S WRONG?!?"

"Frank, I think you'd better read this.  It's from Dad.  I know he already
left to go home for the night, but he gave it to me in private, and told me
to read it later."

My partner, or rather my first partner now that I have three, sat next to
me on the bed, and read the letter.  He must have gotten to the point about
the trust accounts and dropped back on the bed.

"Babe, I always knew my best bud was probably not hurting for money, but I
NEVER expected this!  Are you sure you want him to do this?"

"Sweetie, what can I do?  It's already done and in the bank.  The trustee
is already set up, and the accounts are held in trust for all of us, even
Travis, just as Dad directed.  Shit, I never knew, Frank!  No wonder they
never asked for help!  I just figured he and Mom were really good at
managing their financial affairs!"

Our grief only lasted for a few minutes, however, the amazement at the
contents of that letter would last us for WEEKS!  We needed to get out into
the family room and say goodbye to our guests from the reception, and
prepare for our own, "private" party, and a celebration of our new
relationships .  It would take us to new highs we never would have known,
had the other two men now in our lives not been in relationship to us, and
opened up an avenue of expression we could hardly contain our joy over
being involved in.  The letter from Dad was locked away in a safe in my
closet, for safe keeping.  I would – one day soon – be telling Mike
Junior and Travis of our VERY generous inheritances.  I know they – too
– will be shocked.

	***** The Private Party *****

The grandfather clock in the hallway stuck twelve when we were finally all
ready to gather in the family room for our sex "after, after-party."  My
brother Mark had made all the arrangements, and supplies were set on a
small table near the center of the room.  The dining room table had been
moved out, and one rather large king-sized bed – which I would later
learn is termed a "California King" – sat in the exact middle of the
room, with plenty of room for two couples to be fucking at the same time.
I later wondered how on earth someone got access to a California King in
North Central Texas, yet here it was.  Apparently, Mark had bought it for
himself, and never used it.  I had to hand it to my brother to find a
bargain like this, which was in his storage locker for about a year.  As he
was now divorced as well, he offered it to me, for "the men in our union to
use in good health," he said, as I paid him the $500.00 asking price, which
I found out later was a HUGE bargain, and would often come in handy for our
weekend orgies.  The lights were turned down to the lowest settings
possible while still being able to see the others, and what we were doing.

First, we had a ceremony for the youngest of our clan, my sons David and
Aaron.  The two young men were told – as mentioned earlier – of our
expectations of them, as brothers to all of us, their responsibilities to
us, and from us, and what we give to each of the men in the family; there
is never to be a time when we take our arguments amongst each other to
people outside the family, and are to settle it amongst ourselves, with the
help or intervention of another brother, or two, or even three.  Even when
things didn't/don't go well in our agreements or contracts with each other,
we are to not take it out against each other, in words or actions, nor call
attention to our family's business dealings between each other to
outsiders.  The two men agreed to all and were welcomed into the circle of
men of the family.  We then were able to celebrate their individual honors
during the past two years, as well as their passage into a fully-recognized
manhood.

"David and Aaron, your time has now come when you are being given full,
unrestricted access to your older brother, Mike Junior, and his partner,
Travis, as they give you themselves.  In short, men, you're gonna be able
– FINALLY! – to fuck them!!!"

Mike Junior stood and explained to the two younger men, as their eyes were
as wide as owls' eyes in the night.

"Since you both have done so well in all areas of your life, and especially
so as you will be moving away from us at the end of summer, we want to give
this gift to you, as we have so far firmly resisted your invasion, however,
we do wish to give that to you, freely and without reservation, now."

David and Aaron began to take off their clothes, as they prepared
themselves to invade their brother, and his partner.  Their Uncle Mark did
the honors as they stood, naked and with their penises solidly erect, and
washed their cocks, then applied a liberal amount of lubricant to their
eager penises.  Mike Junior and Travis did likewise, as the younger two
were lubed up.

"Guys, we're ready for you," Travis told them, with a smile as bright as
day.  He was obviously welcoming the opportunity to show his
newly-established brothers-in-law that Mike Junior and Travis trusted them,
implicitly, as they gave so much of themselves, willingly, in the
ceremonial love-making time.

Mike Junior spoke: "It doesn't matter to us, as to who does which partner,
as we are equals.  We invite you in, as brothers, and encourage you to
enjoy your sexual lives, as men in relationship, to all of us.  Aaron, I
will have to insist on being on top and sitting on your wonderful,
beautiful man-tool, as you outweigh me by at least a hundred pounds, and
don't want to be injured, neither do you want me to be injured. I know.  If
it turns out that we are able to do it "doggie-style," later in our time
together, and this goes for your time with Travis, as well, we may also be
able to take you on with our legs over your shoulders, and you pressing in
from an angle.  Gentlemen, as your "engines" are ALREADY started, we
welcome the invasion of our brothers, as our love for them is evident, in
giving of ourselves in this manner.  We love you both, David and Aaron, and
want you to start off your engagement, and later your married life as a
couple, as contented men, in relationship to us, your brothers.  Guys,
penises up, and mount your men!!!"

Mike's comments were a bit comical, however, David's libido went into
hyperdrive, and he entered his older brother Mike in one solid,
deep-reaching thrust.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

David had a hard time holding his orgasm back so he could enjoy the ride.
Thrusting a bit, he re-gained his stride and began a slow, steady rhythm.

"Yeah, Aaron!!  Mount the Trav-man, big fella!!!  Thrust that big ol' meaty
cock of yours into him, man!!!!  We've been waiting and practicing for this
night for FOUR LONG YEARS!!!  Go for all the gusto you can, men!!!  Ram it
to us, as hard and as fast as you can!  We can take it!!"  Mike Junior's
encouragement was a bit "over the top" at that moment, yet he wanted to
kick the love-making enthusiasm up about four or five notches for the
youngest two of the clan, and let them know, beyond a shadow of a doubt,
that they welcomed the two young men into their bodies, and wanted them to
enjoy their fuck-fest.


Strangely, Aaron seemed a bit shy, suddenly, yet he did enter Travis'
portal and began a slow, steady rhythm, and varied the speed with
occasional punches.  Soon enough, Aaron's rhythm matched David's, almost
exactly, and they held hands as they fucked Mike Junior and Travis with
GREAT enthusiasm.

"Mmmmmm...guys!!!!  My cock feels sooooooo good inside you!!!  Love that
feeling around the head of my cock.  Ready for my load, big brother?
`cause ready or not, here...it...comes!  UGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
UUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!  UUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHH!"

Aaron's fucking was more like mine and Mike Junior's, and his rhythm was
ruined at the very end when he landed on Travis' lower back and plunged in
all the way, for one last thrust before blowing his load inside his older
brother's lover.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Yeah!  Yeah!!
Yeah!!!"  Aaron's last thrusts were timed with his vocal punching.  He held
Travis steady at the end, with his pubic area firmly planted at Travis'
rear entry-point.  You could tell Aaron had had a blow-out of an orgasm, as
his cum was already leaking out Travis' pucker.

David, breathless as his brother, finally fell out of Mike Junior and he
looked at Mike's portal, and began to lick up his own cum from Mike's leg.
He shared it with Mike.  Aaron soon did the same with Travis, as the men
enjoyed the labors of the two younger brothers' sexual prowess.

"I know the experiences will live in your memories for a long time, guys,
and we welcome you to repeat it, however, only when Mike and Travis are
together, as their agreement between each other is that they never play
alone, only when their partner is also present, and we hope you will
respect that."

"We will, Mike, Travis.  Actually, that's probably a VERY good idea, so no
one gets hurt, or beaten up, or anything.  Right, Aaron?"

"You are right.  VERY good idea, and we need to agree here and now, before
our brothers, that that is our policy with each other, as well."

The two men shook hands on it, and then kissed the men they had just
enjoyed having had sexual intercourse with, Mike Junior and Travis.  The
two younger men were pretty-well spent at that point, and passed on the
second-round of sexual intercourse with the other partners, for the time
being.  They all agreed, though, it would continue, as the energy level
held up, or at a later time, when they were all able to be together, again,
in this manner, even if it meant another day.  Mike Junior looked at his
youngest brother, and winked at him.  Aaron blushed, yet knew Mike was
holding out hope he – Aaron – still wanted to fuck him.  He would
– sooner than he realized – be able to take Mike on.  Mike knew that
he could handle Aaron's length, and girth, as his brother was only about
half an inch longer, although a bit thicker than Mike.  Having fucked
himself silly with a rather large cucumber while still at school that year,
and knowing this day was going to take place, his anal opening was
well-practiced at taking the beer-can thickness of his younger brother, or
at least it SEEMED like a beer-can thickness.  Aaron's friends were all
hesitant to take him on, however, David had sucked Aaron's cock since they
were fourteen and thirteen, respectively, and had allowed the big
teddy-bear that Aaron had since become into his body many times, by this
day, the day of their engagement announcement.

The two younger men kissed each other then, and stepped aside, to let Frank
and Mike Senior have the floor.  They announced a ten-minute break for
water, and then began the plan they had for Mike Junior and Travis'
initiation into anal sex with older men.  A brief, thumb-nail sketch of a
reminder from the older men, who Travis and Mike had enjoyed as David and
Aaron had just enjoyed sexual intercourse with Mike Junior and Travis, and
the two younger men had asked to be penetrated by Mike Senior and Frank on
the evening after their wedding.  Family being family, they all agreed that
the families needed to be together for that occasion, as well, and share in
the bounty of the shared family sexuality, unbounded by society's dictates.
For David and Aaron, too long shut out of the adults' sexual romps due to
their youth, it felt wonderful to finally be able to celebrate their sexual
ties with the brothers, and be taken into the family' circle of men.

"David and Aaron, this is never to be discussed, outside the family.  No
one knows – nor is anyone else not in the room right now – to EVER
know about our physical relationships with each other, nor that we watch
each others' matings.  During your initiation ceremony a few moments ago,
you were told that, and have agreed to that, so we have everyone in the
room in agreement, that what happens here, stays here, right, men?"

"Agreed, brothers!" came from all the men in the room.

"Now, one other thing, before we commence, Mike Junior and his great-uncle,
Michael-John, have requested witness to their love, as well, and Mike
Junior's willingness to "bottom" for his great-uncle, to give the older,
more physically mature and larger man what Mike Junior has always asked
for, from his great-uncle.  Mike Junior and Michael-John have agreed to a
date, two weeks from today, after we all settle in after today's
ceremonies, however, they do request that all men present tonight be in
attendance.  Any objections to witnessing Mike Junior's and Michael-John's
love?  No objections?  Then, we expect a fine evening of passionate
love-making with the two men, two weeks from tonight.  I – personally
– look forward to it, and may very well join them, after their
encounter, as my great-uncle and I have always been close, and I wish to
share in my son's and my uncle's passion for the other.  I know my uncle's
penis is rather large, too, so I will help Mike Junior prepare to be
penetrated by Michael-John's beauty.  My own relationship with my uncle is
one – and has always been – orally-oriented, for the both of us, and
VERY rewarding.  I would encourage you men to remember we are one family,
and as a family, we are to "TAKE CARE OF EACH OTHER," as we were admonished
in the ceremony this afternoon, and as we always have, in our Saturday
evening sessions, for many years now.  David and Aaron, you are being
brought into the circle, as of this moment, and join our circle of lovers.
All the men gathered here are androphiles, and exclusively same-sex
oriented, so you know, we all do suck each other off, sometimes join in on
some rather adolescent fun with a circle-jerk - NO KIDDING – as you
witnessed last night, and of course, occasionally we fuck each other
senseless.  We are a family, and we expect you to enjoy your sexuality,
immensely, as we do."  I – Mike Senior – then sat down, and allowed
Big Daddy Frank to take over the party's general direction.

"Now, the pre-planned matings begin!  OK, Mike Junior and Travis.  Come on
up here and stand before your brothers and uncles.  We are here to witness
your first experience of having an adult male of the previous two
generations before you penetrate you, anally, and fuck you until they
unload their spunk, deep inside you.  We will then take a short break, and
you will switch partners, and be fucked by the other of your two forebears,
for you Travis, that is by way of your union with members of our families,
the Fraziers and the Thompsons.  Mike and Mike's uncle/great-uncle,
Michael-John, will do the honors of cleaning your beautiful, wonderful
man-parts From counsel with Frank and Mike Senior, I know both of you have
been practicing with dildoes and with each-others' cocks, and that is
certainly resourceful of you to do so, in anticipation of this event,
although I must say from personal experience, being penetrated by a dildo
is hardly comparable to being penetrated by the real, live thing, that is,
another man's "flesh and blood" penis.  Once you are both ready for the
lubricant to be applied to your cleaned orifices, please bend over and show
us your man-holes."

Mark cleaned each man's cock and balls, taking great care to clean around
the head of the penis, as well as the testicles.  Told to bend over and
expose their rectal openings to the men, the younger men were treated to a
thorough exam, and a rim job once assured they were spotless and ready for
the lubricant.  Mark gave each man's hole a liberal amount of lubricant,
and fingered their holes to spread the lubricant and assure a clean, slick
entry into the young men's rectums.  Fingers were shoved in and joined by
two more after a while.  Travis' reaction to the assault to prepare him was
obviously more painful at first, so Mark gave him some extra time to adjust
to the older man's fingers sliding in and out, making his spinchter relax
and get used to the fingers.

"Relax, Sweetie," Mike Junior.  "It's not going to be as painful once they
are in, and especially so after they hit the prostate.  Believe me, once
in, most of the painful part is over."  Mike Junior could not help but
offer his love in the moment for his mate, as tears came to Travis' eyes.
"Mark, you'd better give Travis here some TLC, as he appears to be
apprehensive."  Mike Junior looked at his mate, and reminded him of the
times they had engaged in sexual intercourse, with Mike Junior taking the
more "active" role, that being the invading party.  Travis soon began
relaxing, as he could, although he still was experiencing some
apprehension, as the penises of the older men appeared much larger than he
remembered them being.  Mike Junior had Travis lay on top of him,
penis-to-penis, and just hold still for a while, and let Mike's torso calm
him down, which it usually did, and again managed to work its magic on
Travis' apprehension.

The proceedings were delayed a few minutes as Mark was able to give Travis
an extra helping of lubricant, and a fingering that finally had the younger
man relaxing in Mark's hand, and not so tense.  Mark realized Travis had
finally given in to the thrusting in of Mark's fingers into his man-hole.
Travis looked at Mark, and shook his head, indicating to Mark that Travis
was ready for the onslaught.  The older men waited patiently as the younger
men were made ready for the onslaught, as they did not want to hurt Mike
Junior, and certainly not Travis, whose first adult penis would be Big
Daddy Frank, whose penis was thicker than Mike Junior and Mike Senior's
penis, who were nearly identical.

"Travis and Mike Junior, are you ready and still willing for this event to
occur, so you may learn the ways of the men-folk?"

"Sir, yes, sir!!!" was said in unity both our offspring.

"Then, bring on the men!"

Mark looked over the two top-men as they prepared to mount their newly
established added partners for what was sure to be a show of sexual
gratification, to the max.

"Gentlemen, are you fully lubricated and ready for the onslaught of penis,
penis and still more penis?"

"Yes, Chamber-master Mark."

"Then mount your men, and – oh yeah! – enjoy the ride, guys!!!"

Mike squirmed a bit to get adjusted, yet I knew he was ready, and actually
had been ready since that night four years previous, when he penetrated me
with one of the most beautiful, magnificent and breathtakingly lovely
penises I had EVER laid eyes on!  Its mushroom-shaped head was only outdone
by the thickness of the shaft, and the young man learned fast how to fuck
his man.  His long, slow strokes and his movement within my anal tract,
stirring the insides to pleasure his penis even more, Frank's guidance of
his penis into me, and coaching to slow down his thrusting, move faster, et
cetera, made for a wonderful, aesthetically pleasing fuck session with my
oldest son wearing out his Dad's manhole.  I am glad – and always will
be – that I was my son's first adult penetration.  He learned skills he
could not from others, as other men don't take the time to train their sons
in how to please their mate, and certainly don't train the young men how to
delay orgasm, even when they have their man-rammers deeply imbedded in
man-holes.  It was a beautiful experience that I would not trade anything
for.  My eldest son was initiated as a man in the circle of his men-folk,
and in the eyes of the other men, fully a man, and no longer a
"man-wannabe," as we teased him with, at times, previous to the penetrative
experience.  This next experience, however, would be very different for
both young men.  Travis, Mike Junior, Frank and I had taken to the bedroom
one afternoon about two weeks after their college graduation, and a month
prior to ceremony earlier that day to physically practice a slow build up
to orgasm by slowly and deliberately edging the younger men to orgasm and
only allowing the younger men to spunk when the elders signaled their
approval for the younger men's orgasms.  The four men saw it, then –
most importantly – the two young men's common experience of getting
fucked, that is, for Mike Junior and Travis, both, would well be worth the
wait through delaying the younger men's gratification, and – as they
understood it after this evening – the younger two were both fully
"men," that is no longer "boys," in the eyes of the older men in the room,
after having willingly been penetrated by another man, in an act of love,
and not of "rape," and only being concentrated on their sexual partners'
pleasure, and not their own.  It took some doing – and many mutual
masturbation sessions with the older men - to get Mike Junior and Travis to
the point where they waited for the older men to climax, delaying their own
orgasms until the older men were either cumming, or CLEARLY at the point of
no return.  Then, and only then, were they allowed to blow their own loads,
yet they learned to delay their gratification for the other man's pleasure
to occur first. Once the practice runs were successful three times and the
younger men understood they were only there for their sexual partner's
pleasure those afternoons, the older men termed the practice runs
successful and the younger men ready for their initiations.

Laying atop my eldest son, I looked into his eyes, and said, "well, this is
it, son.  If you don't want it, now is the time to back out, `cause after I
penetrate you and pass your spinchter with the head of my penis, you are
mine, and will have to endure what I have to give out, which I understand
from other men I have de-flowered over the years can be a tad painful,
especially for the first couple of minutes, and the first few thrusts of my
penis into your man-hole.  Any hesitation to do this is – now and
forever – out of your hands, if you don't speak up, now."

"I have no hesitation nor regrets in inviting you into my body, Dad.
Frankly and maybe surprisingly to you, I have waited for this night for
nine long years, since I turned thirteen."

"Really, son?  Wow.  The most important question now is – of course –
are you ready?"

"Ready, Dad."

Mounting my boy like a stallion, I aimed my man-tool straight down and into
his rosebud.  He had prepared himself well, and I hoped he had assisted his
lover Travis with doing the same for Frank's onslaught.  The head passed
the portal, and In I went, all the way to the bottom.  I knew to wait, and
he adjusted himself quickly, feeling the depth I was able to descend to,
and the girth of my cock.  Adjusting myself, I pressed my penis against all
four sides of his rectum, stirring it as I would a pot of noodles, and
making Mike squirm, and moan.

"Awwwwwww maaaaaaaaaaaaan, Dad!  This feel awesome!!!  You're up against my
prostate, and I can feel the head messaging it.  Keep that...oh yeah!
Right there, man!!!!  You hit it, dead-on!"

Travis was watching Mike, and taking it all in.  Travis' hand was around
the shaft of my penis, as he felt my thrusting up into his lover, and the
back and forth rhythm it produced.  First, I varied the rhythms of my
thrusting, and gradually increased both speed and velocity, until I was
absolutely pounding the young man's hole with my penis, the penis that had
ejaculated him into existence in his mother's womb, some twenty-three years
previous.

"Oh, yeah Dad!  Rock me!!!  Back and forth, faster man, faster!  You can
pound me now, as I am used to your girth, and want more of my Dad inside
me...in fact, I want ALL of my Dad inside me!!!  Cum on, Dad, breed me!!!
Cream my ass!!!  Leave your love-trail in there when you're done!!!  Let me
see the cream-pie you leave behind!!!  Uncle Mark, get me the large mirror
from mine and Travis' bathroom, please!!!"  The older man took the request
to heart, and trotted off to get the mirror for his beloved nephew.

Mike's dirty-talk was certainly getting to me, and I felt the sap rise,
deep within me.  My balls began to draw upward, and I shouted, "where does
my load of man-cream go, boy?"

"In my ass, sir!!!"

"Fine, `cuz here...it...is!!!!" letting my spunk fill his body cavity,
spilling out the sides.  Travis leaned down and – before I could
possibly stop him – he licked up part of my abundant load.

"How does it taste, Babe? Will you please share it with me?"

Travis leaned over into Mike's face, and let the cream flow from his mouth
to Mike's mouth.

"Ahhhhh...man-cream!!!  The nectar of the men I love!!!!!"

I stayed on top of my son for quite some time afterward, and was about to
relinquish the bed to Travis and Frank when they were fully prepared,
however, they both stopped us from getting off the bed, scooching in
alongside us.

Travis spoke up.


"No babe.  Please don't go.  I want you here.  I want to look at you, too,
as Frank penetrates my man-hole, and thrusts that mighty cock of his into
my body, and then – finally – as he sends jet after jet of his hot
man-cream into me."

"OK, sweetie.  I'm not going anywhere."

"Are you ready for the onslaught, Travis?"

"Ready, willing and able, sir.  Final answer.  Full speed ahead!"

Both Frank and I are known to be rough at times, especially so on each
other, however, his soft entry into Travis surprised me somewhat, yet, when
he finally got up to full-speed, his cock was slipping in and out of the
young man at a tremendous speed, he looked like the man I had fallen so
hard for, some twenty years earlier, as the look of sheer, lip-biting
determination, and – head back in rapture – his bear-growling self
began to show, in the way of a slowly-building, chest-rumbling howl I knew
him quite capable of, and usually be well-known for.  Knowing himself, he
had – previous to his entry into the bedroom – Frank sprayed a
solution on his penis to last longer.  Firing too soon, sometimes, was
something he had dealt with since his teenaged years, and still did, even
at the age of seventy!  I watched in fascination as my lover's penis
slipped in and out of Travis' man-cunt.  Mike Junior kept his hand wrapped
all the way around Frank's cock, as he pounded Travis' hole at break-neck
speed.

"Damn, boy, you're nice and tight!"

"Yeah, I know it!!!  Enjoy it while you can.  I can tell you're getting
close, Frank, as your balls just drew up, and your urethra is vibrating."

"Ready or not boy, here I......CUM!!! CUM!!!  CUM!!!"  Each word was
punctuated by a solid, rock-bottom reaching punch with his penis fairly
PLUNGING into Travis' arse.  The orgasm must have been quite powerful, as
his body contorted into a strange stance, as he reared back about as far as
I thought anyone could possibly go, and then suddenly jerked forward,
landing on Travis with a sound that was more like a thud, yet I knew from
the sound that – if Frank had landed any harder – he could have
seriously injured poor Travis, whose body was not at all like Mike
Junior's, and was more frail, I thought, than anyone else in the family.  I
would have to be more protective of my new partner, and I knew my eldest
son, Mike Junior, would certainly be so!

I love feeling Frank's orgasm, deep inside ME, on the few occasions he has
actually fucked me.  The jet propulsions at whatever lab that was back home
in the Midwest had nothing on my guy!!!  Unlike me and others, though, his
thrusting continued as his semen shot out of his cock like a rifle, with
him bottoming out on each and every one, and Mike Junior and I felt the
pulses run through the length of his urethra, his cock and balls jerking
with each pulse.  His grunting and groaning noises actually became painful
to listen to, as it eventually became more like the cry of a wolf, or at
least as close as most of us humans can get to a wolf's howl.  He collapsed
on Travis, who somehow managed to push the larger man off him, leaving the
older man to lay flat on his chest on the mattress, during his resolution
phase.

"I'll take on Mike Senior next, and give poor Frank's penis a break.  You
ready Big Man?"  Travis was eager for more punishment, from me this time.
I would be a bit more careful with him than I am with my eldest son.

"Yeah, let's go for it."

Laying down on top of Travis wasn't quite the same as laying on top of my
boy.  Travis' lithe body was more twink-like than any man I had ever
de-flowered, and his nips were standing at rapt attention...


"Go ahead man!  Frank paved the way for you!  Slide it in there and get
slicked up with his juices.  He must have shot his spunk for a full minute,
Mike!  I've never experienced anything that long in climaxing before.  My
mate and I spunk for a while, yeah, but nowhere near that long!!!"

My penis easily slid into Travis, as he kissed first me, then his partner
Mike Junior, then me, again.

"Fuck me, Dad!  I want you to leave a load of man-cream on top of what
Frank has already left me."


"You're like my boy, Travis.  I can tell you two are virgins to anal sex
with adult men.  You're both tighter than drums!"

"Mmmmm, Dad, your penis feels soooooooo good inside me!!!  I am definitely
going to want you inside me on a regular basis!!!  Faster AND harder,
man!!!  Leave me a BIG load, dude!!!"

My penis then took on a life of its own.  The hips' wild thrusting-action
pushed me beyond the brink, and with a shout that took even ME by surprise,
I let loose with my man-cream, flooding the younger man's body-cavity, and
began leaking out the sides as I shot.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Mike Junior already knew I shot big loads, so he had probably told Travis
that I have three shifts of production at the twin factories, below-deck.
When I felt the tightness of Travis' man-hole, though, I knew there would
be other nights of wild, raucous sex with the three of them.  I came
BUCKETS when I thought of my boy on top of Travis, fucking his lover's
brains out.  I wanted to see my boy in action!  And, with that thought in
mind, I invited Mike to get on top of me, once I managed to dislodge myself
from Travis' wonderful anal-grip, by motioning to Mike with my head that I
wanted him to mount me, his first man-sex partner from four years previous.
Knowing Mike's willingness to fuck the ever-livin' shit out of me, I looked
forward to having him on top of me, and his wonderful penis inside me.

Dis-mounting from Travis' cute little bubble-butt would be a challenge as
his orgasm had caused his spinchter to clamp down on my cock and held me
tightly within.  Once I began deflating, my cock fairly slid out of him,
and – when it did – Travis and Mike partook of the man-cream at both
the portal, and from the faucet of life, itself.  They both licked and
sucked their way to completion, and then shared the crθme de la crθme
with each other.

"Are you two always that cum-crazed, guys?  You can always come down the
hall here and get fresh cream, whenever your hearts desire it."

"You ready, Frank?"

My eldest son Mike's turn had come back around again, this time with my
partner, Frank.

"Yep.  For you three, ANYTIME, guys!!!  Just ask."

"How do you want me, Frank?"

"On your back, Mike, face up.  If I should happen to get tired, we'll do it
on our sides, later on, but let's try the legs over my shoulders, first."

"Oh yeah, Big Boy!  You're wanting the deepest penetration possible?"
Frank looked at Travis and I as he said this.  "Try face to face, guys, if
not man face down, and you aim straight down to enter.  Fucking awesome,
boys – uh – make that MEN!!!"

Frank was all lubed up, and entered M.J. with a single thrust.  Mike looked
at Frank with a look of sheer determination, and told Frank to fuck him as
hard and as fast as Frank could possibly go.

"RRRRRRRRR!!!!"

Frank's first thrusts into my son were brutal, yet Mike took them like a
champ.  He was absolutely determined, I could tell, to gain the upper hand
in this, and wind up flip-flopping Frank, and fucking the daylights out of
Frank, instead.  He was a half a head taller and at least fifty pounds
heavier than he was when he graduated high school, having wrestled in
college, too, and even going to the state championships, held there in
Austin.  He and Frank grappled, for quite a while, and Frank's loud groan
told me he had left a load and a half inside Mike.  I knew from Mike's
fucking me, four years previous, that he was ready to do some heavy duty
thrusting of his own, and was preparing myself for a possible future
onslaught from my eldest son, which I had secretly relished, since the time
of Mike's initiation of fucking me, a mere four years earlier.

Frank's orgasm had come altogether much sooner than he had anticipated,
apparently, yet his orgasmic growling told us all his experience inside
Mike had well been worth the wait, for him.  I was glad for Frank, and
Mike, and knew there was more man fun to cum, as soon as Frank dis-mounted
my eldest son.

No one expected it, however, I had, and I had prepared myself well for it.
Mike quickly got on top of me, placed my legs over his shoulders, and
plunged in with one rapid, deep thrust.  His cock brushed by my prostate,
and increased the already heavy flow of pre-cum.  His thrust hit bottom.

"Fuck, man!  You really ARE ready!"

"Uh, huh.  Told ya!!!  For you, my beloved son?  ANYTIME, man!!!"

Mike's jabbing, thrusting action was something I found I needed, as a man,
AND as his Dad.  Backing up against him with each thrust, his body and mine
met in the middle of the stroke, each and every time, causing Mike's more
guttural growl to start up, which I knew meant impending orgasm, which –
in my family – meant a very loud release of semen.

"Yeah, oh yeah, man!!!!  Gonna fuck the shit out of you!!!!
FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Mike landed on top of me, full force.  His weight had grown exponentially
over the last four years, and what was once one hundred eighty five pounds
of lean, muscular young manhood, covered in a thin layer of fur, was now
two hundred and twenty-plus pounds of rock-solid heavily fur-covered
muscle.  The young man that now stood six-two was no longer a boy in
stature, either, but was a man.  A handsome hunk of a man, too, I would
add, as this proud Dad pulled Mike down on top of me again, and we kissed
quite passionately for a good, ten-minute workout.


"Damn, Frank!  Look at those two, swappin' spit!!!  Looks like Dad always
had it ready for when his boy was no longer, and was replaced by a handsome
hunk of manhood named Mike Junior!!!"

"Junior?  Hell boy, Mike's got a bigger one than I do!  I bet he and his
youngest brother, Aaron, are tied for the lead in the cock derby, with
seven inches, each!!!  Well, I guess we can't call you Mike JUNIOR any
more, huh, son?"

"You do and you'll receive more of what you just got, and one helluva lot
more cream to go with it, next time, `cuz guess who just had his first wet
dream, last night?"

"Oh yeah!  Welcome to the rank and file of the men in this family, Mike.  I
want all of that cream, son.  Store it up in a container for me, if you
whack it, too, will ya?"

"Oh, yeah?  Now you're encroaching on MY methods, Mister Mike!  Store it up
for me, M.J.!!!  I MIGHT share it with him, IF he's a good boy and eats all
his meat I feed him.  Whaddya say to that, MISTER Mike?"

"Guess I've got a lot of cocksuckin' to do, in my future, Big Boss Man!!!"

"Don't worry, YOUNG Mike!  We won't forget you love to bury the bone in
someone on a daily basis.  And after seeing you in action with your Dad,
twice now in the last four years, I'd say your Dad would probably flip for
YOU anytime, young man!  That said, though, I think me and Travis here want
to watch, and record on video for later solo pleasuring, eh, Trav?"  Frank
had his hand cupped across Mike Junior's powerful pecs.  I could tell
Frank's "petting" Mike Junior was getting to him, and he was inching ever
closer to a rather large, loud explosion inside me.  He had stayed inside
me, and all the sex talk brought Mike Junior's cock to a fullness and
hardness Mike Senior had grown to love, as he suddenly and silently vow to
allow his eldest to fuck him on a regular basis.

 "Damn right!"

"Hey, guys, what about us?"

My brother Mark and uncle, Michael-John, had been sitting in the corner,
jacking their cocks and watching the whole show begin to take a much more
defined shape, or at least a more organized one, anyway.  What was once a
weekly Saturday-afternoon barbecue and orgy soon morphed into nearly an
all-day affair, and later would include Frank's sons when they were not
working, and one MORE man Dad and I knew played on both sides of the
street, and needed more man-time.  Frank's sons were a regular part of the
circle of men, and welcomed in anytime.  Their own sons, Mark's grandsons,
knew nothing of this circle, and as such, were never around the family
anymore, as they were off to college, themselves.  Mark, the elder David
and the elder Aaron – that being Mark's sons – and Mike Senior's
Uncle, Michael-John, were all included in, whenever they could get away
from family obligations, and were in on the family's circle of men, keeping
the confidence of the others in agreements such as the two youngest of the
clan had made, earlier that evening.

"Fuck, little bro.  I didn't know you'd ever flip for ANYONE.  When did
that start?"

"When I saw stud-pup here with that big old bat of his swinging free in the
breeze.  Once his clothes were off, all bets were off, too, MISTER Mark!!!"

"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!"

Mike Junior blasted a load inside me just then, yet he remained mounted on
top of me.  Apparently, he would wait for resolution to once again have its
full effects, and would begin another round of wild bucking and fucking his
Dad's backside.


Soon enough, I could tell his cock had begun to become steel-rod hard and
ready for another assault.  His resolution time was amazing, but then
again, at nearly twenty-three, so was mine!!!

"Hey Dad?  Another round?"

"Sure, son.  Let me lay down, flat on my stomach, though.  I want to truly
"bottom" for you.  And no one else had better be gettin' any ideas, `cuz
THIS bear ain't flippin' for anyone except my boys and my bear,
Frank...Mike now, and the other two once they decide if they want it."

"Your secret's safe with us, man.  Just as long as we can keep the
video!!!"

"Oh, and I know you will, Frank!"


"Damn right, man!!!"

"And if it ever gets out, or winds up on the `net, your ass is grass,
boy!!!"

"It won't, babe.  Its just for me, for when we need some extra stimulation
to get my motor running, when I'm flying solo."

Mike laid down across my back, and aimed his cock straight down, as I had
demonstrated to him, previously.  He knew how to enter me, and immediately
bottomed out, on the first thrust.  One thing I have to say for my son, is
he and I both love to fuck, and fuck HARD!!!!!  I loved the feel of Mike's
penis inside my posterior.  Besides feeling full, the cock felt like it had
found home base.  Mike's thick shaft, and his beautiful, mushroom-shaped
head rocked back and forth inside me and began to vibrate with Mike's
rocking back and forth, twirling his cock around and hitting all four walls
of the anal tract.  I met Mike's motions on the upswing, and pulled him
back into the chute with a gentle squeeze, just inside the chute, with the
spinchter muscle.

"Oh yeah, Dad...love that!  Squeeze my cock harder, man!  Here, let me send
ol' Pete upward inside ya!!!!"

"FUUUUCCCCKKKK Mike!!!  Oh yeah, damn!  This boy knows how to play
hardball!!!  Again, boy!!!  Stab me with that thick shaft of yours!  Yeah,
that's it son!!!  You're up against my prostate!!!  Yeah, punch it again!!!
Yeah!!!  Again, man!!!  Now, pull out and punch in again!  Yeah, you're
makin' my ass feel used, boy!!!  Again, Mike!!!  C'mon son!  Pull back
farther now, and punch in, even faster and harder!  Yeah, Mike!  There you
go!  Increase your rhythm speed, boy!  Now, around and around inside me
with that big ol' cockhead of yours!!!  Aim UP, Mike, up!!!  There you go,
boy!!!  Hardrer, Mike!  Land on me like the big man you are!!!  Make me
feel you giving me the full treatment.  Ravage my ass, son!!!  Fuck your
Dad's ass like the big bear you are!  Go animal, son!  Go animal!!!"

"You're loving this aren't you Dad?  Man, my cock feels sooooooo good,
fucking you!!!  I want to stay inside you forever!!!"

"Yep, and I meant it.  Ride me, son.  Ride your Daddy's ass, Mike!!!  Pull
your cock almost all the way out, now, and let me feel the crown of the
cockhead at my portal.  Tease me with it, son, back and forth across the
rim of the portal, son, back and forth across the pucker...there you go!
Now, plunge in like there's no tomorrow!!! YEAH, Mike!!  Get it, boy!  Get
it!  Get it!!  Fuck me hard, son!!! Let me feel your cum shoot out of that
beautiful cock of yours!  Yeah boy!  YEAH!!!  YEAH!!! YEAH!!!  Oh fuck
Mike!  I can't hold mine back anymore!!!!!  GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
My cock roared to life as my cum spewed under me and absolutely SOAKED the
sheet!  I must have sprayed a good eight healthy shots of spunk.  Mike was
right behind me...

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! Oh fuck man, here it
cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmsssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!  Oh fuck Dad!!!  Oooooooooooooo
fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccckkkkkkkkkk!!!!!  FUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!!!!!
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
UUUMMMMMPPPPHHHH!!!!  UUUUUMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHH!!!!
UUUUUMMMMMMPPPPPPPHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

Mike landed on top of me like a two hundred plus pound sack of potatoes as
I felt his cockhead expand inside me and stay suspended for a long second
or two as his slit opened and sprayed my guts with a power-sprayer jet
action of cum, whitewashing my insides like a car-wash wand at full-blast.
Ten pulses were felt inside me as his cock jerked inside me like he was
being shocked with electrical current in brief blasts.  He would jerk so
hard he took me up into the air with him with each pulse of his cock,
spewing even more of my son's life-giving semen into me.  This time, Mike
had hit the top-man lottery, and felt the full-on contact orgasm his mind
and body so desperately needed.  On a scale of one-to-ten, Mike had just
registered a twenty-five, and had experienced the male-to-male equivalent I
had, the first time I had fucked his Mom, and blasted him into his Mom's
body at approximately the estimated two-hundred miles an hour the average
male jettisons his semen into the cervix with, in heterosexual intercourse.
His body remained in mid-air on each pulse as he jerked and twisted,
feeling each blast into my anal tract with a force of a man wrestling with
another and pounding his opponent to the mat in vanquish.  Finally, he
landed on top of me and took a big, long breath...

"FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!  Just what the FUCK was that?!?!?!?"

"You just hit the man-fucking lottery, boy!!!!  Some would call it
butt-fucking nirvana, but it is FAR more than that, son!!!  Your body went
into the "little-death" zone!  A twenty-five on a scale of one-to-ten,
Mike!!!  I could feel each and every pulse with you, son!  You took me up
into mid-air with you, as you dragged me upward with you on every single
spray of your urethra hurtling your cum into me!  Now THAT is what I am
talking about when I told you about – one day – hitting the
butt-fucking lottery.  Welcome to manhood, son!!!  You'll NEVER forget this
one, Mike, and may you have MANY, MANY, MANY more, over the remaining
years!!!  I would take your cock back into me right now, son, however, I
believe you really – and truly – would not be able to stand any
touch, at all.  Lay here on top of me, my beloved son, and just BASK in the
sunshine of a fuck for the ages!!!"

"Fuck, Dad...that was AWESOME!!!!  Yet, HOW DID YOU KNOW?!?"

"My first time with your Mom, and each and every time with all three of you
boys being conceived, was like that for me, Mike.  Do you know, do you even
realize that I've only made love to a woman three times in my entire life?
Those three times resulted in the three of you boys.  The first time, when
you left my body and were jettisoned into your Mom's cervix, left my body
crying out for more of the same, and on the only other two attempts, it
happened each time.  I knew I was gay, Mike, but this – this THING –
kept happening, and when I finally fucked my first man, that being your
beloved Uncle Frank, your grandfather in real life, it happened again.  I
knew I couldn't take a steady diet of that, or most certainly I would one
day pass out, so Frank and I made an agreement, that I would only enter
"the zone" with him, so I wouldn't place myself in any danger.  So, now,
more than twenty years later, the one hundred or so times I've entered "the
zone" have been truly MIND-SHATTERING experiences.  I know I blacked out
briefly a few times over the years, however, Frank pulled me out of that
state, and brought me back into the land of the living, so to speak.  And
now, my son...YOU, too, have entered "The Zone," and experienced full-on
sexual intercourse, as I believe it was created to be, and now you know why
they call it "The Little Death," don't you?!?"

"Fuck yeah, man!!!"

"Nuff said, son!  I want you both to sleep with us tonight.  We'll show
Travis the ride of a lifetime, first thing in the morning, if you don't
mind, Travis?"

"Don't mind it, at all.  Just WATCHING Mike's experience inside you was
enough to wear ME out, Papa Bear!"

"Yeah, man!  You wanna practice with me?"

"Babe, time for sleep, my man.  Let's recharge and resume in the morning,
like your Dad suggested.  I want you behind me, spoon-fashion.  God, you
are every fucking INCH "The Man," Mike, and I feel so privileged that I
– ME! Travis Barry – gets to sleep with you at night.  You OK now,
Babe?"

"Yeah, Sweetheart!  Let's try to get some sleep."

Laying down on the big bed, spoon-fashion, next to my mate, with Travis
behind me and Mike Junior behind him, the four of soon found ourselves
making Z's.  Mike Junior reported the following morning that his cock felt
like it had had a workout of its own, which it had, and he didn't know if
he could touch it without experiencing some – not pain – but
definitely exhaustion.  His cock would rise and fall that next morning, yet
most of our time spent in bed before breakfast that day was just basking in
the afterglow of the previous night's activities.  Cuddling and kissing,
shared with my brother Mark and Uncle Mike, was a sweet dessert to Mike
Junior's "Zone" experience.  Frank looked at Mike Junior and smiled a
shit-eating grin, if there ever was one.

"Now you know what all that noise going on behind our bedroom door was all
about, all these years, huh, Mike?"

"Yep, and I need to practice entering "The Zone," with the Trav-man, here!"

David and Aaron, my two youngest sons, had fallen asleep on the sofa on the
other side of the room, intertwined with their Uncle Mark, and Great-Uncle
Mike.  The arms and legs all appeared to be attached to someone, although I
couldn't tell whose they were.  I just shook two limbs awake, and waited
for movement.

"Huh?  What'd we miss?"

"Nothing, guys.  You guys want breakfast here, or do y'all wanna go out for
it?  And if so, where do you wanna go?"

All the men in the room answered at once: "Waffle House!!!"

I knew I was outvoted, and happily tagged along with my guys.  Nothing like
sharing a meal with the guys I had just finished sharing each other with.
Makes that phrase "A family who plays together stays together" a little
more poignant, AND sweet!!!


Epilogue:

Mike Junior and I practice hitting "The Zone," and hit it, with each other
and our mates, at least once a month, now, sometimes two or three times a
month.  Our record was nine times in a week.  Travis finally joined the
ranks of the truly "alive" men in this family, about four days after Mike
Junior.  "Da Trav-man" – as we now call him – screamed, yes,
SCREAMED, when he hit it, and scared the ever-livin' crap out of the dogs
next door.  We of course all laughed about it later, and the next door
neighbors never DID figure out what had set off their dogs!  Hee Hee...if
they only knew!!!  Then came the night when Mike Junior was on top of Da
Trav man, and I was on top of Frank, and Mike Junior and I entered "The
Zone," together.  The bed collapsed that night, and we actually had to
rebuild it!  My brother Mark never did find out that we had broken the bed
when engaged in the most rowdy, raucous sex we had EVER experienced
together, to that point.  My chest swelled with the pride of a Dad,
watching my boy hit The Zone, and wrapped my arms around him as we entered
the zone together, practically raping our mates, and kissing and hugging
each other, one hand on our mates chest and one arm around each other.
Thank God young Dave and Aaron were away at college that weekend!!!
Forty-five minutes later, though, we were right back at it again, as Mike
Junior and I gave Frank and Travis their own "Outer Limits" experience, and
practically broke the windows, when the two went into orbit.  Frank had
such convulsions that it took me fifteen minutes to bring him back around
and talking again, and Mike gently nudged Travis back to the land of the
living after a slam into Mike that was the actual "THE breaking point" for
the bed, and BROKE the headboard in half, as Mike's hands went up to keep
him from going through the wall.  It's been that way at least once a month
ever since, and a newer, stronger, metal-framed bed was eventually bought
for each of the two "master" bedrooms.

C'mon over, some time, if ya ever get a hankerin' to!  There's plenty of
room across the bottom of this ocean-liner of a bed, THAT's for sure!!!
Young Mike and I just love to fuck, and Frank can handle takin' the big
ones, finally, after having taken in the visiting Brother Wallingford's
twelve-incher, and good Lord what an ordeal THAT was!!!!!  Frank begged the
man to stay an extra week of his vacation stateside with us, JUST so he
could get his fill of a cock that never quit, and boy, was Frank ever sore
after that week!!!!!  Too bad the old man still lives in the U.K.  Well, on
second thought, maybe not, or I would never get Frank out of the
bedroom!!!!!  :)

See ya down the road, guys!!!




Notes from the Author:

[*1]:	As found in the Bible, Ecclesiastes 4:12.

[*2]:	Music from "Fiddler on the Roof" – Music by Jerry Bock, Lyrics
by Sheldon Harnick.  Taken from motion picture soundtrack (1971).

	Lyrics copyright from Bock IP, LLC, Imagem Music, Inc., per online
search by author at Lyrics.com and Lyricfind – 18 July 2017.