J&J and the 5 Be's, Part Five

By Bix Meister

"Hockey Hair"

This is a story featuring gay men, and gay sex, intended for Adults, not Minors.  It is fiction, and as such is not based on any actual people or events.  It is a fantasy intended purely as a catalyst for pleasure.  No attempts have been made to portray safe sex, but the author encourages you to practice it.

 

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Notice, this chapter and series feature a relationship between adult father and son. If this is not your cup of tea, I suggest you check out my Snowplow series. If you've already read my Snowplow series, you may find a character or two which are familiar.

 

 

"Hockey Hair"

Despite reticence from me, we discovered that my bed was indeed big enough for the three of us. I spooned Kurt, while he spooned Dad. The moment was about intimacy. I was sure that was Dad's lesson. However, Kurt's love for Dad, manifested itself when he entered Dad sometime in the middle of the night.

I had grown to accept watching Kurt and Dad kiss. I had even stroked out a load with them, while watching a camming friend `bate. But this was too private of a moment for me. I got up, and found a blanket, then slept on the couch.

I should say, I tried to sleep. But, in my mind was working overtime processing the events of the weekend, and my plans for the day. We'd meet Topher at the rink. It would be fun to take to the ice with my dad. Then we'd go to M&M's gym and work out with Pete. After that, the rest of the day was open until my date with Van at night.

I was hoping that my date with Van, would give Dad and Kurt more "alone time." I wasn't sure if they needed it after their early morning fuck, but they did cut short their dinner last night, to come home to me.

I heard my phone go off, so I checked my GROWLr messages.

"Woof, still up for today?"

"You know it BullDog, hope you don't mind that Dad is gonna be there."

"Call me Topher."

"Is your dad okay with this?"

"My Dad is fine with this, and is looking forward to hitting the ice with us.

"Okay, I gotta hit a few of my accounts. I will see you there. Lucky U have the weekend off."

"Woof atcha later"

"Woof Topher."

I put down my phone and thought about the first time I saw Topher at the store.

He was busy merchandising his account, while I was filling the shelves an aisle over. I pegged him as a hockey player, forward to be exact, the first time I saw him. There was something in the way he walked. He could be a powerhouse on the ice, but his gait was choppy and stiff, almost awkward. I had noticed that in my teammates before. They were used to being on skates so much of the day, dry land was difficult. It was like they were walking on skate guards the entire time.

Topher was going from pallet to shelf, at a quick pace. Some of the merchandisers took their sweet time, but not Topher. He was doing it safely I might add. Some guys use their backs, Topher used his legs, his thick, tree trunk legs to lift. Then he'd amble over to the shelf and fill. I hope I wasn't being obvious as I looked at him. He was much younger than I liked, younger than me was my guess. But I wasn't a fool and I could admire a nice ass, and thick thighs as much as the next man.

Then Topher caught me looking. He smiled then spoke. "Sup? This damn sale is gonna kill me."

"Tell me about it. Half of my area is empty." I smiled back at him. I guess I wasn't too obvious. There was something about his smile that got me. He wasn't handsome, he wasn't cute, but when he smiled, he transcended either category. His wide set eyes shone.

He kept right on working. I would steal glances at his ass, or the nape of his neck. If he caught me looking he'd smile again, then offer some small talk. When he had worked three pallets he walked by me in another aisle. "Hitting this account later today. Maybe I'll catch ya then."

I got my first GROWLr "Woof" from him a few days later.

"Damn, I just read your profile. I guess 19 is too far from 40+ to hit u up huh?"

"Yeah, I like my men older. Thanks for playing."

"That's brutal. Fuck off."

"Sorry Bulldog. I was joking."

"I really mean it, I'm sorry buddy. Humor isn't always my strength."

"I could always use friends, well friends my age."

"Friends zoned alreadyJ ?"

We became GROWLr friends that day. He would send me Woofs, I would reply without the woof, not wanting to lead him on. At work, we were professional. Brent coached me on that. "You don't shit where you eat," he'd remind me.

Topher confided in me about his relationship with his father. I found myself not mentioning my own relationship, worrying that he would feel even more isolated. From what I gathered, his dad was borderline abusive. I wanted to work while I was in college. Topher needed to work while he studied. That is why he hustled. The more efficient he was with his accounts, the more time he had to study. He was footing the bill out of spite for his father.

I heard my phone buzz, so I checked my texts.

"One account done. I'll be beating your ass soon."

Attached was a selfie of him looking over the shoulder at a mirror. I could see the squared off, short-cut hair at the nape of his neck. His butt was on display also, though covered by his work shorts. This was as close as he ever got to sending me a sexy selfie.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Nice ass, whose, is it?"

"It's Topher, Dad. We're lacing up with him later."

"Is he son-in-law material?"

"I don't know what that is anymore Dad. I just want him to be a friend and see where that goes."

Dad and I went to the kitchen where I started breakfast. With his input, breakfast broke my diet once again. "We're working out after our ice time J," I finally said. "My friends own a gym not far from the rink."

Kurt and his bed-head-hair, joined us at the kitchen table. "Is there space in the garage for my kayak?" he asked.

"Already moving in huh?" I joked, ruffling his hair. "Gonna join us at the rink today Kurt?"

"You know I don't trust any sport where the water is frozen. But I'll watch my men do anything."

I avoided the easy joke, and dished up breakfast. We ate quickly, then got our gear into the Jeep. Dad drove, so I was free to answer Brent's text.

"How's the weekend going? Things better with your dad?"

"Long story, but yeah. We are meeting BullDog at the rink, gonna skate, and then workout."

"Really? The guy from the store? He's a cutie, but doesn't strike me as your type."

"Just friends for now, but who knows."

"Speaking of, he's texting me right now."

"Okay, I will let you go, chat atcha later."

I opened Topher's text.

"Hey bro, where are you? I smashed the second account and I am already to head onto the ice."

Again, he sent me a selfie. Again, his ass was on display, this time in hockey gear. I didn't know what to think and still didn't want to lead him on. We were only minutes from the rink so I texted back.

"See ya soon, buddy. Be Ready."

At the rink, Dad and I got dressed quickly, then went out to the ice. Our blades barely hit the ice, when a powerhouse skated towards us, showering us in ice shavings. "You must be Topher," Dad said.

Topher smiled, took off his glove and offered his hand. "I can tell you're J's dad," he said, shaking his hand heartedly. He looked to me. "Let's see if the old man can keep up with us, J."

Topher skated off. Just as I expected, the guy who was stiff, and awkward on dry land, came alive on the ice. We started off passing the puck between the three of us. It was open skating, so we had to be aware of the variety of skaters and a variety of ability, on the ice. I could see that Topher and Dad had an almost telepathic sense about each other. They were passing the puck on a busy rink like they had played on the same line for years.

Dad overplayed his years easily. Soon he was winded and skated off to the side of the ice where Kurt waited. Topher skated close to me and stopped. "Your dad is quite the man J. You don't know how lucky you have it."

"Oh, believe me I am aware how lucky I am."

We dropped off our sticks at the rink side, then made a few laps around the rink. From his smile, I could tell Topher was enjoying himself. He skated close to me, giving me his "Sup" smile. He was obviously in his element on the ice. He spied a couple of grade school aged hockey players stumbling on the ice, so he grabbed his stick and gave them some quick lessons. I went over to the side of the rink and stood near Dad and Kurt, to watch him.

"He's quite the guy J. I really like him. Even if nothing comes of it, you need some gay friends your age."

I smiled back at Dad. "Yeah, I really like him too, even if he isn't my type."

"Remember J, sometimes you have to Be Ready for what life brings your way."

I couldn't argue his point, especially with Topher charging his way towards us. I felt the shower of ice shavings as he stopped. "That was fun, but I gotta get back to work. I have to hit your BixMart, once again."

"Ugh! Don't bring up work. I was hoping you would join us at Mario and Micah's gym, my treat."

"I can't buddy. Sales are off the chart, and I gotta keep it that way. And I don't take handouts."

I didn't correct him on the handout, I knew he was too proud. "Well, if you want a gym to work out in, I know the owners will happily barter for gym time. That is how I afford it. I have been doing some personal training there."

Topher motioned me to follow him off the ice. We took off our skates and walked back to the locker room. Topher quickly undressed to shower, as we were changing into our street clothes. "Damn Toph, buddy, where'd those balls come from, and how do you fit them into a jock?" my Dad asked.

Topher blushed "I guess it was the one generous thing I inherited from my dad." He nodded to my dick. "Unlike your son, Mr. Wilson."

"Call me J, Toph, all my friends do." There was a kid a few feet over with a serious case of Hockey Hair. Dad glanced at him, raised his eyebrows, then smirked.

Topher laughed. "Oh, c'mon Mr. Wilson. I know you had the ultimate Hockey Hair back in the day. I've seen your "flow" in the pics from the State Championship season. You were a full-on, Disco-era, Barry Gibbs."

"Once again, Call me J, Topher. But I guess I am guilty as charged. It was just the fashion of the day. But Hockey Hair has changed."

Hockey Hair, what can I tell you about Hockey Hair?

Dad was right. In the late 70's, most of the hockey players had the "flow" or "feathered" styled hair. They'd be out, warming up before the game, their helmets off, allowing their abundant locks to flow as they skated the length of the rink. They'd all look like some variation on Sean Cassidy, Barry Gibb, or John Travolta. Over the years, as the rest of the country embraced the Mullet, Minnesota had Hockey Hair.

After a while, Hockey Hair went out of favor, until it started a big comeback in a new, more expressive way. Mullets and Flows and Feathered styles were joined by Sculpted, Shaved and Afro looks. Some adventurous players had a mash-up of all styles. An enterprising You-Tuber, started a tongue-in-cheek, All Hair Hockey team video that he would upload every year after the State Tournament. A few years back, it became a viral hit, as millions checked it out.

"What do you know about Hockey Hair, anyway Topher?" Dad said, looking at Topher's conservative short cut.

Topher pulled out his phone. "Well J, I was on the Honorable Mention All Hair Team the year we went to State." A few clicks later, we were watching the video. For his introduction, Topher skated to center ice, showering the cameraman in ice shavings. The commentary was funny, and on point.

"What a close shave, on ice, and off. Birds of a feather flock together in what I call the Derty Berde, from this Northern Minnesotan stand out. A Flock of Seagulls have nothing on Topher. He may be a forward, but his wings are the focus. Even his precisely shaved eyebrows come to a peak, or should I say beak? This youngster is an eagle, daring to fly while other's chicken out."

We watched over Topher's shoulder. When it was done, Dad slapped him on his back. "To be honest boy, you look better now, but I applaud your team spirit." Dad grabbed Topher's phone and added his own number to the contacts. "Toph, I know you gotta head back to work, but keep in touch. If you ever need anything, don't be afraid, or too proud to call or text me."

We hugged our goodbyes, then joined Kurt at rink-side. I drove to the gym, since I knew the way. Mario and Micah were there, as were Kyle and Pete. I had been working with Pete on some exercises to keep his aging muscles limber and youthful. We changed into our gym clothes and joined Pete and Kyle by the free weights. Mario and Micah came over and introduced themselves to Dad and Kurt.

"J, you asked me yesterday what keeps me looking young, and I blamed Kyle for that, but your son is a big part of the reason too."

"Everything new I learn about my son, gives me more reason to be proud of J."

"You should be proud of him J," Mario added. "He's quite a unique kid, and a lot of my older clients really benefit from his training."

"Would I fit into the age range?" Kurt asked.

"I can tailor it for you, Kurt. I know you do a lot of kayaking in the summer months, but this will help you off season."

"I don't want to lose too much of this," Kurt said, patting his gut. "I know someone who really likes it."

"There is no reason why that keg can't be as strong as a six pack. I try to focus on the total body, making you, the best you, possible."

Frankly, if it was for purely personal reasons, I wouldn't change a thing about Kurt. His extra pounds looked sexy on his shorter frame. But I knew with the career change, a regular workout might be of benefit to him as he started to live in Duluth during the work week.

My workout with Kurt and Dad wasn't structured. I wanted them to get to know the guys. Pete suggested we join them out at the chalet for a sauna and shower. Again, we held off on showering at the gym, knowing we'd soon be showering at Pete and Kyle's place.

Dad did use the time in the locker room to pump Mario and Micah on particulars about their business in the West End. "It was slow going at first, but with the Heritage Center, Clyde Iron, breweries, and a few other businesses moving in, it has really picked up. I think it is still on the upswing. I bought another warehouse a few blocks over that might be prime real estate for the right investor/developer."

I could see the wheels turning in Dad's mind as he was listening to Mario. He was going directly into his usual mode. So I had to throw him off course. He had to see the human side of things. "Dad, I'll drive out to the chalet, I think there's something you should read along the way. Hand me your phone."

I pulled up the link to Kyle's story "Snowplow" and handed the phone back to my Dad. Dad handed his keys to me as we got into his Wrangler. A few blocks later, we were on Grand Avenue, heading southwest. From the corner of my eye I saw Dad scrolling through the story. I saw him adjust his pants as we got closer to Morgan Park. He was rubbing a full-on hard-on as we pulled into the road leading to Pete and Kyle's place.

"Holy Fuck! This is hot, J."

"Hashtag IKR," I laughed. "Talk about Be Ready. Kyle was ready for Pete, even if he wasn't ready for the snow."

"Is this really how they met?"

"You'll see in a minute. From the description, the house hasn't changed a lot."

We took the soft curve of the road, and the peak of the Chalet's roof was revealed over the trees. Kyle and Pete were waiting in their drive as we drove in. Dad adjusted his hard-on and got out.

"Looks like someone is really happy to see our house," Kyle noted.

"Someone just read the first chapter of Snowplow. Damn, Kyle, you sure now how to tell a story. This place is just how I imagined it, minus the snowstorm."

"Wait `til you see the inside Dad. I had read the first book before I had ever met the guys. This place was like Mecca to me, having read the stories."

Kyle smiled, then opened the freshly painted, orange door. Though some of the appliances, and the flat-screen TV were updated, much of it still had the feel from the seventies. Off to the right was the kitchen and dining room combo. Off to the left was the open living room. A stripe of slate ran the length of the house, with slate stairs leading up to the bedroom level, and down towards the bottom level.

"Show me the sauna and shower room," Dad said.

"In due time, J. Pete is going downstairs to fire up the sauna. I'll show you around," Kyle said. He took us up to the second floor where he pointed out the guest room and bathroom, then the master suite. We then went out on their deck. "This backyard was our wedding present from friends and family. You'll have to come out sometime in the summer for a barbecue. Maybe we can get The Pack together for that."

"I'd like that," Kurt said. "I'll be up here quite a lot over the next year. It'll be great to have friends."

The tour continued downstairs where Pete joined as we visited the rec. room, workout room, shower, and finally the sauna. Dad noticed the Wall of Shame. "This is one thing that doesn't seem the same as you describe in in the story. Where is all the wrestling memorabilia?"

Pete spoke up. "We decided the present is more important to us than the past. We replaced most of the old wrestling pics with pics of us, our family and our friends. We rotate the pictures out, to keep things fresh. There are only three pics which we never change."

I knew the three pictures that were sacred to them. One, a vintage picture of Kyle's dad, Roy, one of their dog Echo, and the other, a pic of a former member of The Pack. Pete rubbed a thumb along the frame of that pic. I could tell he was holding back tears.

"The sauna should be ready by now," Kyle said, relieving the tension. "First, I gotta tell you the rules. One, we sauna naked. We're all men here, so boners happen." He looked at Dad and Kurt. "If you feel the need, the sling and any of the rooms are available to you. It's a joke around here that we have enough fluffy towels to dry off West Duluth after a rain storm, but we are trying to conserve. So, don't overdo it."

"And if you are uncomfortable seeing manly affection, you had better leave now," Pete added. "Kyle and I own the upper corner, and we want to cuddle with our young friend J, here."

"I hope you don't mind, Dad. Pete and Kyle give the best hugs on earth."

"If I have learned anything this past weekend, it is that J is his own man, and will cuddle with whoever he pleases. C'mon, let's get naked and get our sauna on."

Kyle grabbed enough towels for us, and we got undressed. I was in daddy-loving heaven with these four sexy, handsome men. If I was honest, I'd admit that Dad was the hottest, but he had strong competition from Pete, Kyle and Kurt.

Pete walked into the sauna first and claimed the upper far corner. Kyle fell back into his arms, and I fell into Kyle's. Dad and Kurt mirrored us in the other corner. We were silent as we allowed the dry heat to enwrap us. I felt the warmth of love radiate from Pete, to Kyle, to me.

My dad was the first to speak. "I read the first chapter of your story, Kyle. You painted quite the picture of that night in the sauna. Thinking about it is getting me hard."

"I can attest to that," Kurt said. "It feels like a hot iron pipe against my ass."

"Yeah, Dad's dick does feel hot when it's hard."

The silence returned to the sauna. I realized what I had just admitted to.

"I thought we weren't gonna talk about that," Dad finally said, his voice, almost a whisper.

"Wait, you two..." Kurt couldn't even finish his sentence. He pushed away from Dad. "Did you take advantage of your son, J?"

Dad rapidly lost his hard-on. "It isn't like that Kurt. I, I, I don't know how to put this, but J and I played on Friday.

"I don't know how to respond to that J. Damn, I've fucked with both of you, but incest?"

Pete also pushed away from our embrace. He got right into my dad's face. "Listen my friend. You had better not have raped your son, because if you did, I would put no value on your life." Though he was speaking barely above a whisper, I could feel the rage in Pete's voice. "My uncle raped me when I was eleven. Kyle doesn't even know this, but when I grew old enough and strong enough, I wanted to hunt him down. He had a fatal heart attack before I had a chance, fat bastard that he was."

Pete backed away from Dad. I could still see his anger. I had to defuse it. "It wasn't like that, Pete. I know that some people would say that what we did, isn't right. However, we both are adults, and he was only making good on his promise to make me a man."

Kyle gestured for Pete to join him. Pete was soon trembling in Kyle's arms. Meanwhile, Kurt pulled Dad into an embrace. I could see Kurt and Kyle trying to help their lovers deal with what just occurred.

After some kissing, and cuddling, Kyle finally spoke. "I don't know what happened J, but I know you enough to believe that it was consensual. You are right. Society doesn't look kindly on it for many reasons. First, when incest happens between members of the opposite sex, it can lead to inbred offspring. There is also the rape issue. It can be so damaging, that it can ruin a person for years. There are other questions of consent, and force and mental and physical and sexual abuse that I won't even get into."

"However, I also see the side from a gay man. Who among us wouldn't have welcomed an older, more experienced man to show us how to make love to another man. Dads can talk to their kids about hetero sex, even take them to hookers, and they are a hero. But to show them how to hold, or jack, or suck a man's dick and they are the lowest of lows."

"Was that what it was?" Kurt asked. "I trust the two of you, I know it had to have been consensual."

"Like I said, if I thought for a minute that it was rape, I wouldn't value your life. The mere fact that you are still breathing, tells you how I feel," Pete said.

"I'll be honest, J. While writing my stories, I have sampled some of the competition's stories, even some about incest. And I kinda think this is a hot one. If you ever want to tell your story..."

"I'll tell it myself. Dad always told me to Be Honest."

"I trust you J," Pete said. "I trust your word." He relaxed back in Kyle's arms. Gone was the tension from earlier.

I heard Kyle whisper in Pete's ear. "I'm sorry, I never knew."

I suddenly realized that Pete had kept something hidden for sixty-four years. I think Dad had the same realization as he deeply inhaled, then spoke. "Pete, I can't imagine what you've put yourself through over the years, keeping that hidden."

"He kept on telling me to be a man. Every time I saw him after that I heard the same thing; be a man. It was a threat, I knew it was. When he died, I didn't cry. Fuck, I didn't cry as he raped me."

"Because you were the man, he'd never be, babe," Kyle said, holding Pete tighter.

"I tried to put it out of my mind. I was attracted to both guys and girls when I was young, but because of the times, and what he did to me, I only had sex with girls. When I eventually played with the fellow wrestlers, I was in control. I was being the man. I wasn't gonna let anyone control me again, ever. Over the years, I blocked him out completely. Yet still subconsciously, I needed to be in control. Until I met the one man who I could share control with." Pete looked over his shoulder to the man who was holding him tight.

"I love you more, every fucking day, Pete," Kyle whispered.

I was the odd man out as Kyle held Pete, and Kurt embraced my Dad. The sauna was once again silent and still. Pete relaxed against Kyle's chest. Kyle slowly stroked the almost white fur on Pete's chest. Kurt was doing the same to my dad, on my right.

"We haven't given the birthday boy his hug yet. Do you mind if we do?"

I knew Pete's question was intended for my dad, but I answered. "He raised me to Be Loving. Dad and Kurt won't mind if you show your love for me."

"Are you two really okay seeing J being sexual? J, are you okay with seeing your Dad that way?"

"Kyle, Dad and Mom were open, and raised me that way. It was a shock at first, but when I saw Dad kiss Kurt, I knew it was deeper than lust or sex."

"And I can't speak for my man J, but I know that his son excels at the Be Loving rule. I'll be surprised if the three of you stop at just a hug. I just have one request."

"What's that, Kurt?" Kyle asked.

Kurt hesitated, so Dad answered. "I have a feeling my man wants me to try out the sling. But he's too shy to ask."

Dad's words caused Pete's dick to flex. I looked to my right and saw Dad's eight thick inches fill out. Kurt reached `round and slowly stroked it, Kyle did the same for Pete.

"Seventy-five years old and hard as a rock. I love this man." Kyle said. "Care for that hug now, J?"

Pete held his arms open, and I settled back into his embrace. I knew that Pete was hung longer than Dad, but the difference between the two was unnoticed. I felt the salt and pepper fur on my back as two sets of hands caressed me and held me.

"To reiterate the rules, the whole house is at your disposal. I know you guys have your minds set on the sling, but the shower room is ample, and well stocked. We got a new water heater this year that won't run out. Pete and I will keep young J out of your way. We've been meaning to check out this camming website he told us about."

Kurt whispered in my Dad's ear. Dad's moan, revealed his answer. "We'll take you up on the shower and the sling. J, you know my rule. Be Loving with Kyle and Pete."

Kurt nudged Dad. Dad stood, offered his hand, then pulled Kurt off the bench. I had never seen Kurt's dick harder in my life. "Have fun," I said. "Be Loving."

"There are many ways to Be Loving," Curt said. "I plan to show your dad a few new ones."

They were out of the sauna quickly. I heard showers running next door. "Let's give them some time, then we can give you a bear-wash for your birthday, young man."

"I've read about your legendary bear-washes, Kyle. Looking forward to it. I just hope someone worthy is on cam."

"We'll be naked with you, what more could we ask for J? I do have one question, Your dad mentioned the rule Be Loving, and I remember Brent mentioning them too. What are his rules?"

"Be Ready, Be Honest, Be Yourself, Be Your Best and Be Loving." I have added a sixth one, Be Happy, all because of you Pete. You told me to Be Happy for Dad. I realized then he had to Be Happy himself."

"Looks like he is working on it, J."

We heard the showers stop, and the door to the workout room open and close. "Sounds like it is our turn to work on you so you can Be Happy, J," Kyle said. "Time for your bear-wash?"

I broke away from their embrace, stood, then turned back to them. My hard dick answered for me, but I spoke anyway. "I'm ready for anything, but anything with the two of you, might be too intense. So, I'll settle for a bear-wash, and then we can edge while watching one of my friends on cam."

I led the way to the shower room, once there, the guys took over. They started the three shower heads, and then grabbed a bottle of body wash from the handy towel rack and bench. First Pete poured body wash on his chest, lathering the fur generously. Kyle copied him, causing his own brown fur to suds up. When they were ready, they motioned for me to get between them.

"You've read the stories and know the drill, J. Just spin and let the bear-wash scrub you down."

I raised my hands above my head as Pete and Kyle closed the distance. It was a contrast in textures as I felt their soapy fur, cleanse my body. Pete's fur was bristly in places, while Kyle's was soft, almost luxurious. Pete got playful, pouring more body wash on me as I spun. They'd take turns stopping me, groping me, kissing me. We'd move in-between shower heads, rinsing and getting sudsed up again.

I could hear the chains of the sling rattling in the next room. The three shower heads, and our own moans were no match for the muffled sounds we heard next door. I didn't need to be in there with them, to know that Dad was in the sling and Kurt was throwing him an epic fuck.

I stood still, allowing the shower to rinse me while I listened. "Is that too much for you?" Kyle finally asked.

"No, I love them, and I am happy for them. If it was too much, would I have this hard-on?"

"I'd like to think you have that hard-on because two handsome men with hard-ons just gave you a bear-wash."

"Well, there is that. I should Be My Best and thank you the best way possible." I sunk to my knees and pulled Kyle closer. I swooped down on his seven-inch dick while I ran my fingers through the soft fur on his chest. I loved the contrast of his brown fur and his almost pure white head of hair. Without his glasses, I noticed his sparkling blue eyes looking down at me. Pete was at his side, so I sampled his nine inches. It was rare to play with someone who was hung bigger than Dad or me.

I had spent many months getting to know these men. I had lusted after their bulges many a time. I worried that if I ever played with them, it would ruin our friendship, but I was feeling none of that while I sucked Pete's dick. Pete held my head in his thick hands. I was ready for him to hump my throat, but he gently withdrew his dick, then directed me to stand.

"That was too much, J. I was getting too close. Let's take this up to the office where you can show us your friends. Don't you also want to save some of that for your date tonight?" We toweled off, then threw the towels over our shoulders and walked up to the office unconcerned with our nudity. "Don't worry about the windows, nothing but friends on our road," Pete explained.

Kyle opened his laptop and I signed into my camming account. I went directly to my followed cams list and saw two or three guys who were strictly eye candy. I mean, I could spend a day edging my dick with them, but I wanted the guys to experience the community I had found as one of Dildodonkeypunch's guys.

I was about to click on one of the eye candy guys, but then I saw Clintbeastwood's name appear on my followed cam list. With a quick click, I was in his room.

Js_son: FIRST, Take that Mofo.

Clintbeastwood: Js_son my friend

Clintbeastwood: How's your dad and his boyfriend?

Js_son: News travels fast among the Cuddle Bear Army huh?

Js_son: and Ummmmm, they are... how can I say this?

Pete was looking over my shoulder "Be Honest, but respect their privacy," he said.

Js_son: They are great, having a wonderful weekend while their son shows a few of his friends, your room."

By this point the room was starting to fill, and Clint had to share his focus with others. The screen filled with teddy bear hug gifs, as friends greeted each other. One of my brothersfromanothermother was there. I got a private message from Loinstare69

Loinstare69: Holding out on us? Who are the friends watching the cam with you?"

Js_son: Just a couple of The Pack, local bears, Def your type, our type."

Loinstare69: Pics or it ain't true.

"Ready for a selfie guys? I will only send it to guys I trust."

With their agreement, I quickly snapped a pic, then texted it to the Brotherhood Wheelhouse. It was only head and shoulders, but there was no hiding the bear hotness in the pic. My phone was blowing up in minutes with Woofs as the other two Wheelhouse members started to chime in.

"Come to Clint's room. I'm showing the guys around."

While I was distracted with the texts, I hadn't noticed that Clint had removed his shirt.

"Damn, look at that," Pete said.

"You mean the swirl?" The swirl was unique. It was Clint's fingerprint. It was something I could pick out of a police line-up. Clint's chest hair had a complex pattern. It swept up from the left nipple, then down towards the right nipple, completing a whirlwind where the vortex landed right in the middle of his chest. It was like a category five tornado caught on radar by Van Gogh.

The beast in clintbeastwood's name was unaware of the power his furry vortex had on guys. He'd subtly play with his fur, as the swirl's vortex sucked viewers in. The chatroom went silent, as it usually did when Clint played with his chest fur.

Pete leaned forward with his thick fingers and using my account he typed out what exactly was on everyone's mind.

Js_son: DAMN!

Clintbeastwood: Damn, what J?

Js_son: J's friend Pete here, Damn son. If you ever come to visit J, you gotta stop by the chalet.

Clintbeastwood: Pete? You mean Pete of Pete and Kyle? Guys, we got a celebrity in our room.

Loinstare69: I saw pics, they are hotter than I imagined when I read the story. Didn't that take place sixteen or seventeen years ago? I was only ten at the time.

Pete took over the keyboard.

Js_son: Guys, we are just regular men

Txxxantenor: Regular men with an endless supply of fluffy towels.

Loinstare69: IKR I'd hate to pay their laundry bill.

9inpianist: *confused* IKR? Fluffy towels?

Txxxantenor: I Know Right, and you'd have to read to know about the fluffy towels.

9inpianist: that would take time away from cocktails. Not to mention Cock and Tails.

Kyle looked at me. "J, it's almost as if I know these guys already. They'd fit right in with The Pack."

The chatroom started to scroll faster as people asked about Pete and Kyle. From time to time the crown of Clint's beast-wood, would appear at the bottom of the screen, but for the most part we were focusing on the chat, not the `bate. Pete, Kyle and I were just three naked men, enjoying the camaraderie of this online community I had found.

Hard-ons came and went as topics changed. It wasn't long before Dad and Kurt were joining us. The Cuddle Bear Army threatened to stage an intervention in Duluth, to help control the convergence of all this masculinity in one place. Clint soon had to leave, donuts were calling his name. I signed off and we went downstairs and gathered our clothes.

"Have fun on your date tonight, J. Wait `til you see Van's house," Kyle said.

"Why is that?" I had to ask.

"Just wait. Believe me, it's another story."

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As always, I am looking for feedback on my stories. Email me @ BixMeister57@gmail.com

Check out my seasonal story  Santa and Tucker's Man-Card , or my long running series Snowplow in the Adult Friends section of Nifty.

Sooner or later all three of these stories will be interconnected.