Date: Sun, 9 Jul 2017 05:09:58 +0000
From: Bobby Joe None <cafurrball5@outlook.com>
Subject: Life---Straight Ahead

This is a totally new story from a relatively-new writer, here, and follows
the characters in the "Big Daddy Frank" and "The Father-in-Law Bromance:
The In-Laws" stories.  [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, however, does mention the fact that the author believes we
ought to be teaching our male offspring, early on, the joys of being male,
and pride in our bodies.  I, the author, do not advocate contact with
youngsters under age 12, nor for giving education and instructions
regarding enjoyment thereof. We - as adult males - need only to give them
all the privacy we can, and supply them with tissues, lube and whatever we
can to allow them to discover their own sexual nature at their own paces,
and knowledge that it's OK to pleasure oneself as well as other CONSENTING
persons], and never embarrass them with references to such activities in
settings with others, who may not have the capacity of understanding, nor
the beliefs we do.  The characters are made up from the author's rich,
active imagination, and do not represent anyone, living or dead.  Any
resemblance is totally coincidental, and not made to represent anyone's
life.

This story starts off a bit more slowly than the others, and the action
doesn't get "hot and heavy" right off the top, so those who enjoy "getting
going" straight off the top may be disappointed.  I wrote this over several
days, in several stages, so it is very different than my previous
contributions.  Those who are appreciative of longer story-lines and more
detail may appreciate this story, more than most.

Warning to those who find religious overtones or overt references to such
offensive:

At the very end, this story has very heavily-connotative references to
Christian beliefs, and – a little earlier in the story – a brief
reference in a positive light to males of the Jewish faith, who I respect
greatly, although I – the author – was raised in a Christian home.
The references were/are not meant to offend, rather, to highlight a part of
sexuality and our sexual identities as males/men.  It was not originally in
the plan to have this portion included in the story, rather, it just flowed
out of the writing session.  As I write at this moment, after completing
the original story and an additional read-through or two to proof-read, the
entire story pretty much amazes me, as I had never planned to be this
long-winded, this detailed, nor this "controversial/potentially upsetting."
If you are offended by such content, please either disregard it, or close
out this story and move along elsewhere.  You are entitled to your beliefs,
and I am entitled to mine.  I will respect others' faiths, and expect the
same respect in return.  Hopefully, you the reader, can understand that not
everyone's beliefs are the same.  There are other references to religious
beliefs/faith in a Higher Power, and other references to believers, and
activities surrounding such, scattered throughout the story.

Another Note to Readers:

This is a labor of love from the author, written over several days, and
contains a very difficult subject to read about, and that is clergy abuse
of boys.  The story contains only brief references to a couple of
occurrences, and only the briefest thumb-nail sketch of the occurrences
around them, and the aftermath.  The incident from the past has been made
totally anonymous, mixed real and fictional, and the time-frame reference
has been shifted to protect those involved.  It only has small portions of
information, the smallest references I could manage and still write a
cohesive story.  It also has nuances of personal experience, however,
leaving the readers guessing as to which parts are real and which parts are
fiction are up to the discretion of the reader to discern what may be based
in real life.  Again, as in the caveat above, if you are offended by such
writing or references, please close out the story and move along.  It's not
your fault that that is something you are unable to abide, and I don't
blame anyone for being unable to consider the victims, if it is not a
subjective matter for you.  If you are a victim of such abuse, you have my
complete sympathy, regardless of whether your abuse episodes were direct or
indirect, which some very poorly refer to as "collateral damage."  The
victims of clergy sexual abuse are NOT collateral damage.  They are people,
who are hurting.

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possibility of any future connection to/with you.  And along those same
lines, the pen-name I use is a pseudonym, as I prefer to remain anonymous,
for that very same reason.

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A little background, here:

My first story, "Big Daddy Frank" told that Frank was at that time,
fifty-five, Mike Senior [the main story teller/narrator] was about
twenty-seven, and the boys were aged three for Mike Junior, two for young
Davey, and one year for Aaron.  Mike Senior's brother Mark is two years
older than Mike.  Big Daddy Frank has sons named David and Aaron as well,
young college-aged men for whom Mike Senior named two of his three boys
after, being the boys' uncles.  Big Daddy Frank's father, nicknamed
Papa-Bear Frank by his great-grandsons, was about seventy-five and is
mentioned in honor post-mortem in one of the other subsequent stories.
Mike Senior and Mark's uncle, Michael-John, is about twenty years their
senior, and their Dad, Bill, is about the same age as Frank, they went to
the same high-school, and have been pals and secret fuck-buddies ever
since.  Big Daddy Frank's only daughter, Marcie, had married Mike Senior,
and they were recently divorced in a non-custody fight settlement.  She now
lives in New England and is re-married, but has no contact with her sons,
as she realized she could not compete with the men in the family, and had
recently walked out on their marriage at the beginning of "Big Daddy
Frank."  Frank's family name is Thompson, and Mike's is Frazier.  They live
in the Dallas-Fort Worth Texas Metroplex.

My second story, "The Father-in-Law Bromance: Big Daddy Frank and the
In-Laws" actually ended up being a prequel to the first one, by accident,
and pre-dates the happenings of "Big Daddy Frank" by nearly three
years. That story put Frank at about age fifty-one, Mike Senior at
twenty-four (nearly twenty-five), and Mike Junior was a newborn.  The
younger David and Aaron were not yet born.

In this story, "Life, Straight Ahead," Big Daddy Frank is actually now
sixty-six, although he only admits to being a tad past sixty.  Mike Senior
is thirty-nine, Mike Junior has just celebrated his eighteenth and is a
newly-graduated student between high school and college.  Young David is
seventeen, and Aaron has just turned sixteen.  At the time of this story,
Frank and Mike Senior have been partners for fifteen years.

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"Life, Straight Ahead"

---Bobby Joe

The clock read 7:30 on a sunny Sunday morning in June when the first signs
of life in the house started up.  A light knock on my door meant Mike was
up and about.

"Dad?"

My eldest son Mike's voice was unmistakable.  Of the three boys, Mike
Junior by far had the deepest voice.  In looking at the three he also
looked the most like me.  Davey did too, for the most part, and Aaron would
go on to tower over the other two, by the time he graduated from high
school, but right now, two weeks after his high school graduation, Mike was
also by far the most physically mature.  Having told the boys to be natural
at the house, we allowed nudity between the guys, when it was just us.  My
partner Frank was out of town for several days and the other two boys at
church-camp, so it would be just me and Mike.

"Yeah, Mike?"



"May I come in please?"

"Sure thing, c'mon in, son.  What's up?"

  "Can I talk to you about something?"

"You can talk to me about anything, Mike, you know that."

"Yeah, but this is something I want to get a perspective on from you, as
you're the only one here in a relationship.  One of my besties, Billy,
wants us to become more intimate, and I don't know if I'm ready for that.
I mean, after all, I wanted more time with you, and Uncle Frank."

"Are you thinking he might want a commitment from you, Mike, or is this
something you suspect may just be a bit of physical intimacy, without the
emotional component?"

"Honestly, Dad, I cannot tell.  Billy's been my bestie since fourth grade.
We've been through a lot, together.  But I think he wants me to give up my
cherry to him, and I don't want to go there."

"Well, there's a component of love between men that allows you to love many
at one time, even being emotionally intimate without the physical aspect.
Hell, I used to hug and cuddle with a bud in college, just laid together
and enjoy the close physical proximity, without the sex, hell, we even
kissed each other, and I knew he meant it.  But you are right in being
cautious, Mike.  Too many guys want to get their rocks off in a hole, any
hole, and then they are off down the highway, leaving you feeling like you
just gave all of yourself for a complete asshole who didn't want you to
begin with, only the orgasm.  In the old days, the pundits would call it
the "wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am" syndrome, with you left scratching your head
and wondering why he didn't at least leave a twenty on the end of the bed,
which – unfortunately – makes it seem even cheaper and dirtier than
it already is.  If you're not ready for that kind of commitment, or level
of commitment, then by all means, you have every right to tell him no, that
you are not ready, and if he presses you, say it's not time yet.  If he's a
man whose intentions are honorable, he will wait for you.  If not, he'll be
hitting the bars and brothels in minutes.  It doesn't take long for guys
like that to show their true colors.  Interesting to me, though, as I truly
thought he was better than that.  Perhaps not, looking at it from this
perspective."

"Thanks, Dad.  Your words confirmed my suspicions, spot-on.  He'll be
history soon, I am sure."

"Mike, if you have had contact with his manhood lately, you may want to go
to the doctor's office and get checked out, just so you know he didn't give
you the clap, or worse.  I hate to say it this way, but if he was doing
that to you, he probably was pressuring others, and waiting for someone to
cave.  Hell, he could have even visited the local whore house."

"How can he, Dad?  He's not eighteen yet."

"Yeah, but he looks eighteen, and I know for a fact that his Dad frequents
the place.  He boasts about it at work all the time.  He could very easily
bring Billy with him.  That's the bad part about that.  The owners of such
establishments aren't concerned that much about the legalities, just the
money they can get from the johns."

"Shit, he'd better not have given me the clap or his ass is grass!!!  I'll
call the doctor's office first thing in the morning."

"Sure, and tell the nurse to tell Doctor Wallingham it's a priority one
appointment.  If she gives you any shit, call me.  I'll set the appointment
and let you know, should that happen.  We've been his patients too long to
take any shit from those bitches.  I actually told off one of them last
month, and she hasn't given me any shit since.  I even told the doctor
about it, and apparently, he had a talk with her.  That's a personnel issue
and is supposed to be confidential, yeah, but in this case, he wanted to
make sure I knew she was reprimanded, and verbally warned.  One more like
that, and – from what I got from my talking to him – she's gone.
Also, before I forget, and I need to tell you this, `cause I know it won't
go any farther, but don't let that Ledbetter boy take you anywhere.
Supposedly, he raped one of your classmates, and has been jailed on assault
charges.  Don't know if he's out, or if John Law is keepin' him, but if he
ever does get out, he will have to register on the state's sexual predator
list, for the rest of his life, and will most likely need to move somewhere
else.  His poor parents are moritified, but they were warned ten years ago
that he wanted to play hide the weenie with every boy in town he thought he
could get away with doing it to.  Well, now, he's gonna pay for not being
able to sufficiently control himself."

"Thanks, Dad, I'll let the guys know about it that I know, too.  Davey and
Aaron know yet?"

"No, but I will tell them when they get home, this evening.  Don't say
anything, OK, please?  Let me handle it."

"OK. I will, Dad."

"You're a good man, Mike.  Now come over here next to me and let's take
care of that wood, there between your legs, my boy."

Mike's cock had been standing out in mid-air, all the time I talked to him.
Since he turned eighteen, we had been giving each other head, 69, and just
wrestling around on the bed in the buff, especially so since my partner,
Frank, had gone to Oklahoma for twelve days to help one of his buddies
finish up two house-paining projects they had fallen behind on, due to the
excessive heat.  He was due back that night, but late, long after we had
all gone to bed.  He'd decided to sleep in the guest room that night, as
was his custom, when they got in late.  It had been a long week for me
without Frank, and ol' "Junior" was chomping at the bit for some target
practice.  Having my cock in that nice, warm, willing love tunnel of his
would certainly cure this man's blues, that's for sure!  In the meantime,
however, Mike's mouth on my member was trying bringing me off in record
time."

"Easy there, son!  I don't want to cum that fast!"

"Mmmmm...but you taste sooooooo good!"

"C'mere, Hot Stuff.  Lemme give you some loving attention to that beautiful
piece of manhood of yours!!!"

Of all three of my sons, Mike was the most handsome, and had the athletic
body of Adonis.  Sun-bleached blond – almost white – hair and steel
grey-blue eyes topped off a picture of young American manhood anyone surely
would have paid for to get at, yet it was very apparent from our
conversation that morning, he was saving himself for a significant other.
I was proud as any Dad could possibly be.  He was turning out to be the
picture of a young Southern Christian gentleman I first saw in him, when he
was still a toddler.  I smiled to realize just how much had grown into a
fine young man over the years.

Taking the young man's cock in my mouth, a bit of rotating tongue action
got his libido up and running, immediately.  I licked up and down the
backside, and then popped that big, thick mushroom head all us Frazier boys
had into my mouth, and humming on it for a while.

"Dad!  Dad!!!  Stop, or I am going to cum, and I want to enjoy this!  I
haven't been given a proper b.j. in weeks!!!"

"I thought you and Billy were intimate that way?  What?  He doesn't give my
boy his proper attention?"

"No, he hasn't.  Another reason to go our separate ways."

"Yep, if he's that much of a cad, yeah, just dump him.  He'll know why.
And if you're ever in need of some decent head without risk of catching
anything, well, you know where to come find it."  My beautiful eldest son
flashed a smile just then that could win a war, I swear!  And this proud
Dad's cock jumped in my briefs, and I could tell instantly I had already
started leaking, and quite profusely so!

Taking his cock back in my mouth, I began a slow up-and-down motion and
just enough suction to give him a taste of the main event to come.

"Mmmmmmm, yeah!!!  Keep that up, man!!!  Feels good!!!"

Giving my son sexual pleasure was bringing me great pleasure, and as we lay
there, he began to slowly jerk me off, first through the opening, then
pulling the cock that had sired him farther out into the open and fisting
me at a nice, slow pace.  I could tell he was getting close as he slowed
down the jerking action on my man-tool.

"I'm gonna cum soon, Dad."

"Give me those Frazier-family baby-makers, son.  Let me taste your
essence."

With two or three quick thrusts, his cock began to spew.  He held me down
on his cock, and held onto my head for dear life.  I loved it when my boys
came in my mouth, as the younger two would eventually do, later in their
lives.  Mike shuddered, and the convulsions began.  He stood on his toes
and leaned in towards me.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

One thing about we Frazier men, we are a vocal bunch when we blow our
loads.  Mike's holler could probably be heard out in the back yard, but at
least I knew for sure he had enjoyed it.  My mouth was too much for him
soon after, and he pulled his cock from my willing mouth.

"Let me get some of that same baby-batter from the source of my existence.
Spray my face with your cum, Dad.  I want you to spray it all over me and
then share it with me."

"OK, son.  I'm about ready.  Are you ready?"

A smile a mile wide lit up his face, and my first blast of cum hit him
right inside his mouth.  He closed his mouth then, and I gave his face a
thorough coating of cum.  Bukkake movies?  Don't need `em.  I got my three
boys, all of whom are as much of a cock-hound as I was when I was their
age, maybe more.  I loved the taste of their cum, just as much as they
loved mine, and that extended to the rest of the men, on both sides of the
family lines.  Nothing shy about Frazier men!

As he requested, I laid there and licked my cum off his face and shared it
with him.  It was a special time, just me and my eldest son, as adults.  I
was glad he was turning out as he had.  Nothing quite like a session of
mutual cock-sucking to bond a boy and his Dad.  My cock was still dripping,
so Mike reached down and licked off the remaining cum from my cock and put
it in his mouth for a moment, just to relish the moment with me and enjoy
the feel of the cock on his tongue.  It was times like these where I
learned how to love my boys in a manner that almost hurt.  I was proud
beyond measure that they were growing into fine young men with libidos like
mine.  Sometimes, our penises just emote a love we cannot verbalize, as we
bond, as men.  We were kissing each other softly and feeling each others'
pelts when he asked me the question again about Frank and I having a
conversation concerning him.

"Dad, have you ever talked to Uncle Frank about the permanent three way?"

"I think that may be a bit premature yet, Mike, as you just turned
eighteen.  Don't you want to go out there and look for a while, son?"

"Honestly, not really.  I would rather do it with people I love, and I know
love me, already.  I don't want to go out and find someone who would not be
a good fit, either.  We all know each other, and know each other's habits
and shortcomings."

"Well, Mike, that's a lot to ask of us, son.  I honestly don't know if
Frank would even want to share the bed with anyone else.  I'm not saying
no, I just don't know if that's something that would be a good thing.  What
if you find someone closer to your age, and then go that way?  I would
rather see you try to make friends your own age, first, and then re-visit
the possibilities of a three-way relationship, a year or two down the
road."

"Well, I understand.  I just wanted to let you and Uncle Frank know how
absolutely much I love you guys.  You've made me and my brothers feel so
loved and so valued and appreciated, it's incredible.  Even my friends see
it."

"That's because we do, Mike.  We love, value and appreciate you three boys,
now young men, and respect you guys, tremendously.  I don't want you to
ever feel not wanted, as I have loved you and your brothers since I knew
you were growing in your mother's womb.  Heck, I would even talk to you in
the womb, and I thought you could hear me, as each of you would kick when I
did.  You three took to me, right away.  I guess that was one more "slight"
your Mom felt, but I could not help it.  We bonded, right away: It was
obvious from the get-go that you were all three your Dad's sons, and not
Mama's boys, at all.  Ironically, there was no animosity when she left,
either, Mike.  She just said "good luck with the boys, Mike.  Please remind
them every so often that I loved them, but this show was not for me, and I
feel it's best I leave and let you four men have your lives."  She was very
mature and level-headed about it.  I always admired that about her."

"Wow.  Well, at least there wasn't a long, drawn-out divorce.  I was afraid
she was going to try to get us away from you."

"She wasn't that way, Mike.  She loved you three boys with all her heart.
She just couldn't stand the fact that she had nothing in common with us.
I'm glad that she found someone else, though, Mike.  She seems really
happy, if that pic she sent was any indication."

"You know what, Dad?  I really believe she found her place in the world.
I'm glad for her, too.  No one ought to live their life alone, if they can
avoid it, and want a significant other.  From her letter, too, seems like
things went "right" for her, after she moved there.  Maybe it was just the
right thing to do, for her, after she realized she just wasn't happy here,
and never would be."

"I firmly believe that, Mike.  Sometimes, you can go back and start over,
and it just turns out better the next time.  You'd better get out of here,
boy.  Isn't your baseball game today?"

"I've got another hour before I have to leave.  I'm gonna go shower."

"Better shave too, son.  Getting furry around the edges there, boy.  You're
gonna be a big ol' furrball like your old man, at this rate!"

"Oh God I hope so!  I've always wanted to be as handsome as you, Dad."

"Well, it isn't all it's cracked up to be, son, and hotter than hell in the
summer, with all this hair.  Yeah, I love being a bear, and your Uncle
Frank worships the ground I walk on, but there are days when it's not the
greatest thing in the world to be this hairy.  Wait, you'll see.  And don't
forget to shave the top end of your ear, as you've got a big, long piece of
hair hangin'.  Better yet, let me get the scissors and I'll do it for ya."

I helped my boy with his excessive ear hair, and sent him off to shower.
The way things looked, it will probably be "the three bears" in the house,
in fairly short order.  Make that four, as my partner Frank was right
behind us in that department.  No wonder the drains were always clogging
up!!!!

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Later that same day...

"Yahooooooo!  We won!!!  We just qualified for the state playoffs!!!"

My son Mike and a buddy on his team, Travis, were in the kitchen, and
getting cold bottles of water from the `fridge.

"Son, that's great!  I already know you guys will do well, as you all play
well as a team.  Wish more young men like you existed, as so many are only
out there for themselves."

"Well, like you told me years ago, that's their loss, Dad.  It shows when
they are trying to make a name for themselves and stand out, and not
playing as a team.  They usually get shunned eventually, too, I've noticed,
and don't make the team the following or subsequent years, either."

"That's a very astute observation, Mike.  You're paying attention to that,
early-on, and that's a good thing."

Travis was standing there silently, checking me out ten ways from Sunday.
Not an Adonis like Mike, yet handsome in his own right, he always seemed an
ill-fit with others, yet he and Mike clicked, and they would hang out a lot
at the house.  I kinda figured the boy might turn out bi, or gay, as he
always seemed interested in me.  With Mike being nearly a carbon-copy of
me, he probably wondered what I looked like without a shirt on, however, it
had never happened when he was around, although I had seen Travis without
one on.  The young man was a classic twink, and with brown hair and a
rather impish smile, he turned my knees to jelly whenever he was, and my
balls drew up closer to my body.  Usually one for the bear crowd, I tend to
gravitate towards men my age or older, yet this lad was another who was
model-perfect.  I wondered out loud to my partner, Frank, one day that
spring, and he mentioned "every guy likes seeing that, babe.  You can't
tear your eyes away, as his alabaster skin and his already-chiseled pecs
seemed cut from granite."  Eighteen like Mike Junior, he would one day make
someone very happy with that package of his, judging from the bulge in his
uniform.  I swear, the people who design baseball uniforms must have a
thing for guys, `cause every last one of them, and definitely every MLB
player, had pants that prominently displayed their goods.  Travis' and
Mike's were no exception.  I wonder how many of their teammates were
actually crotch-watchers.  I knew from Mike that everyone on his wrestling
team would get – and keep – wood, throughout the individual matches,
and from what was reported, the post-game private get-togethers were
usually quite "hot-and-heavy."  From what I heard, there were usually one
or two natural cock-hounds on the team, yet every one of them appreciated
their fellow males' body images.  No problem with that, and – after
watching quite a few of the matches over the years – this Dad usually
went home and would give ol' Junior a good workout.  Fucking-A hot!!!

"Dad, Billy ignored me at the game.  Seems he's treating Travis here, the
same way.  Trav told Billy it would never happen, and Billy's treated Trav
like he doesn't even exist."

"Seems like you were spot-on, then, from what we talked about, earlier,
Mike."

"Yeah, and he'll get the bad news from me, really soon, `cause I ain't
puttin' up with him or his attitude, from now on."

"You guys sticking around, or are you going out?"

"We're meeting the team at the field in an hour, and going to eat from
there.  Probably won't get back until late."

"OK, well, if I am already asleep when you get in, make sure to lock up and
re-set the alarm system.  Your brothers should be home by eight tonight,
from what I understand from their counselors and the Pastor."

"OK, see you in the morning.  Love you, Dad."

I always make a point of telling my sons how much I love them, as I never
got that when I was a boy, myself.  Maybe once a year, if that.  I feel you
need to say that, in case something happens and you never see them again,
God forbid!!!  I also hug them tightly, and none of the three ever resist
it, usually giving me an equally-tight bearhug, right back.

"Love you, too, Mike.  You're a good son, and I am very proud of how you
have turned out.  Nice seeing you again, Travis.  Don't make yourself a
stranger now, young man.  You're always welcome around here."

"I know, Mister Frazier.  It always feels like home when I'm here, too.  I
admire what you have with your sons, `cause I don't have that with my Dad.
I wonder sometimes if he even knows I'm around.  He pays a lot more
attention to my sisters than he does to me."

"Well, Travis, you are welcome here, anytime, even if Mike or his brothers
are not here, or just want to talk, or even just to hang out without a
bunch of women and girls around.  If you see my car or Frank's truck in the
driveway, just knock."

"Thank you, sir.  Most appreciated.  And I may very well do that, very
soon!  Too much closeness drives me nuts!"

"All the more reason, then, to come on over.  Seriously.  Anytime."

"I know.  Thanks."

Not knowing if I should do it or not, I held my arms out to him, and he
took the hint, and allowed the hug to happen.  He allowed me to hold him a
while, too.  When he broke away, there were tears forming in his eyes.

"Yeah, I just always feel love around this house.  I don't feel that at
home."

"That's the way we are, Trav.  If you need to stay the night, we've got
extra bedding.  Hey, hey, hey..."  Mike noticed Travis' tears and became
concerned about his friend.  I was, too.

The tears had really started in earnest, and I was kinda surprised he
opened up to us like that, as Travis usually kept his troubles to himself.
Mike took him into his arms, and I came around the other side, and
completed the circle of love for the young man.  I never experienced this
from any of Mike's friends, so we just held him, for quite a while.  Mike
has always had an affectionate side, and kissed Travis on the neck.  He
finally got Travis to look at him.

"We've never talked about this before, but do you know how absolutely much
I love you?  You're like one of my own blood-relative brothers!  No
kiddin'!!!"

Seeing Mike take care of his buddy's hurt made me all-the-more proud he was
one of mine.  Not one to mince words, Mike took the opportunity to hold
Mike's head from the back, as one would an infant.  I knew immediately the
young man was hurting, a lot more than he let on.  Mike just continued to
hold him as Travis wept out bitter tears, sobbing actually, and I stayed on
the other side of Travis, with my arms wrapped around him.  I guess the
effect of having been ignored so much by his own Dad had left a large,
gaping hole in the boy's spirit.  I was wondering if we could do something
special for Travis, after he had cried himself out.  Having had a
much-delayed cry like that myself one day, MANY years after having lost one
of my best friends to a heart-attack, I didn't wonder where it came from.
It came from a place, deep-within, that was usually left over from our days
as an infant and toddler, and having been neglected or ignored by our
primary care-givers.  Sometimes, it only takes a little love to bring the
hurt to the surface.  Obviously, we were going to be there a while, which
was fine with me.

Eventually, Travis calmed down, and we took him over to the sofa in the
family room.  Mike and I sat on either side of him and just had our hands
on his back, and kept him tightly wrapped up, between us.  Some people say
we men should never do this, and let our boys duke things out for
themselves, however, I have always said the opposite.  Evidence of the
effects on young men being ignored are everywhere.  Then people wonder why
so many men and young men go berserk and start shooting or some other acts
of violence?  I wonder how many of those men were ever told that their Dads
loved them.  I doubt any of them ever were.

"Thanks, guys.  I've never felt so loved in my entire life!"

"You're welcome, Travis, and you are ALWAYS welcome to come over here and
just hang out.  I mean that, and so does Mike."

"Thanks, Mister Frazier.  I always suspected you guys were a very loving
bunch.  Now, I know, and know why Mike has always been so supportive of me.
It just comes naturally, out of a place of being loved."

I gently pulled Travis' head down to my chest and kissed him on the back of
the head, as one would an infant.  He melted into my arms, then, and held
onto the two of us for dear life, and we just sat there, for an hour,
without saying a word.

"Mike, I think we were supposed to meet the team, but they may have left
without us."

"That's OK, Travis, we're a team, and they know we wouldn't miss a chance
to get together, unless it was really important."

"You're not going to say anything about this, right?"

"It's none of anyone's business but ours, and it doesn't go beyond these
doors.  You're family, now, and as such, you can hang out here anytime you
want, just like my Dad said.  And, as a member of the family, you are
welcome to be like the rest of us, and wear whatever you want, or nothing
at all."

Travis sat there for another minute or so, and then we started getting up
and straighten out our very wrinkled clothes.

"Thanks, guys, soooooooooooooo much!!!  There for a while in my life, I
started wondering if I were completely invisible."

"Never, not by us.  We mean it."

"I know you do, Mike.  Now, I know why I've always felt so comfortable
around you, loved by you, and valued by you."

"Uh huh.  You're starting to understand now.  You can see that that is the
way our Dad brought us up."

"If you guys want something to eat now, go ahead, there's plenty of food in
the refrigerator.  I've got stuff to do in the house, `cause unfortunately,
I have to work tomorrow!  Enjoy your summer, guys, `cause as you probably
already are well aware of, once it's over and your college days and careers
start, there won't be too many days off."

"We know sir."

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Later that same evening...

"Dad?!?  We're home!!!"

"Back here in the laundry room, guys."

Both crowded into the little gangway with me between the garage and the
house I jokingly referred to as a "laundry room."  It was actually more of
a mud-room with a washer and dryer in it.

"Dad, we thought you'd better know, we had an incident at camp and the
Youth Pastor, Jimmy Turner, is no longer employed by the church.  Some of
the guys – and then the two of us, too – noticed he was a little too
demanding of us about getting changed and never left us alone in our cabins
to do so.  We both thought something was wrong with it, and we went to
Pastor Nolan, and he sent the man home, and called the staff together.
They broke it to us later that he apparently had been caught doing some
inappropriate touching with two of the junior class boys, and is no longer
employed by the church.  Pastor Nolan wants all the parents of the boys who
attended the camp to come to the church for a meeting tomorrow night at
seven."

A little hesitant to say anything at first, I stood there with my mouth
wide open for a few seconds, caught off-guard as I was, I eventually spoke.
I readily admit, though, my first reaction was "Oh shit!  Not again!", more
responding to the news after all the news with the rape of the boy by the
town molester, earlier that year, and of course other churches' problems
with it.  I really feel badly for the boys who were molested by their
priests, although we are not Catholic.  I just wonder when – and how
– all this shit is going to come back to revisit all of us.

"OK. Thanks for telling me, guys.  He didn't touch you, though, did he?"

"No, but it was obvious to Aaron and I that he wanted to see us without our
clothes on, as we were instructed to put our swimsuits on, so we went to
Counselor Peterson's cabin to do so, and reported what we observed.  It
made us feel really creeped out, and we avoided Jimmy for the rest of the
day.  Then, Pastor Nolan reported to all the campers the next morning that
the youth pastor was gone, and was no longer employed by the church, that
the incidents were reported to District and National Headquarters, and he
was no longer to be allowed back in the church, the buildings on the church
grounds, nor any activity involving the congregation."

"Oh shit.  I need to call Pastor Nolan in the morning, then, and find out
if the District or National headquarters are going to get you guys
counseling, and that goes for all the boys that were there, even the
families who don't normally attend our church, just the kids do.  I'll be
damned if they are going to sweep this under the rug!!!  I had that happen
to me at a different church, many years ago, and only just now am I feeling
free of the stigma of it all."

"Dad, what happened?  You never told us anything about it, before."

"Well, it was many years ago, and many miles from here.  That church and
that denomination are on my permanent shit-list, of course, because of it.
They swept it all under the rug, and pretended it didn't happen.
Fortunately, it didn't happen to me, yet it did happen to another boy, and
none of us were ever offered the chance to talk about it, as it was all
hush-hush. I won't say anything more about it, as it happened many years
ago, yet it also affected me, many years later, as a well-known evangelist
basically made a pass at me, a couple of years later, and I never told
anyone about it, as I saw what they did to the boy who was molested by the
youth pastor.  Their family left the church quietly, very soon after that
happened, almost immediately, actually, and I never saw them again, nor did
the church ever hear from them, again, either."

"Damn, Dad!  We didn't know any of that."

"Nor would I have told you that, had this situation not come up.  I'll
definitely go to the meeting tomorrow night.  You guys want to stay with
one of your uncles, tomorrow night, or just hang here?  Either one is OK
with me, although I have the feeling the meeting will run very late into
the evening.  These types of things always do."

"Nah, we'll just hang out here.  I sure hope the other guys are OK who the
actual touching episodes happened to."

"Yes, David, and you should pray for your brothers in the church, as well
as the entire congregation, too.  This is going to affect all of us, much
more deeply than any of you know.  The O'Malley kids – were they there?
They don't attend the church, but I wonder if they know.  How about the
Parker kids?"

"Uh huh.  Both families sent their boys this year.  I was one of the small
group leaders in Counselor Peterson's cabin, and Aaron was one, too, in
Counselor Varney's cabin.  The Senior-high boys and the adult leaders
always get dressed separately from the Junior-high boys, because of the
anatomy differences."

"OK.  Well, I guess we'll find out more tomorrow when I talk to the Pastor,
and in the church-wide meeting.  I'm certainly glad they have had the
policy in place about the Senior High boys and men getting dressed
separately from the Junior High boys.  Boys that age are already anxious
about their appearances in general.  I certainly don't want them feeling
worse about their bodies than they may already.  They need to be with boys
their own age.  Seeing men and older boys naked made me anxious when I was
in the primary grades, and I had to change in private for years, because of
that very reason.  I didn't feel comfortable changing around other boys my
age until I was in my Junior year of high school!  That's how much it
traumatized me, and I had several other boys tell me they felt the same
way.  I'm glad you boys nowadays don't have common showers in school
anymore.  It made some of us feel absolutely terrorized!"

"Thanks, Dad.  We knew you would be concerned, `cause that's your way.
We'll pray for all the boys, when we go to bed tonight."

"I think we'll be needing to pray for all the boys, for quite a while,
guys.  It's going to be a long-while before the congregation –
especially so the boys – feel safe again, so if any one of them comes to
you and needs support, you know what to do."

"Uh, huh.  Just sit and listen.  You've taught us well, Dad.  We're SOOOO
glad you're our Dad!"

"I love you boys, more than you will probably ever know."

"We know you do, and we're proud to call YOU our Dad, too."

"Well, OK, but now on to the business at hand.  Leave your dirty clothes
out here in the laundry room, and I will get to it.  Put all your gear
away, and get showered and ready for bed.  I'll come in and say goodnight
to you and check up on you two, later."  I would have told them to strip
all their clothes off and leave them there with me, however, with the
events at their session of church-camp having happened as they did, it
would have been very inappropriate to do so, and quite tactless of me.  I
let them get undressed as they wished, and bring the dirty clothes to me,
later that evening.

"OK."

Well, that's how all this mess started, and as I said earlier, "Well,
shit!", as I certainly did not expect to have to deal with this, too, as
our church has a process of hiring staff that is supposed to prevent these
types of things from happening, with background checks through
law-enforcement and their associated databases.  I already know we're
facing an uphill battle with some of the members of the church, as well as
non-members, yet I also know that the congregation will probably be
affected, for years to come, whatever the church would decide, and that
also meant I was being forced to face my own demons about the church world
in general, due to my own experiences, many years previous.  My anger was
beginning to rise, and I could already see that I had to seek counseling
about it, myself, if I were to survive the crisis, and – fuck – it
already hurt like hell!!!

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The next morning...

"Hello, Sweetheart!  Welcome home!!!"

"Thanks, Big Man.  All I ever thought of when I was gone was wanting to get
back here, and then was met at the door when I got in about the happenings
at the boys' church-camp.  I know you're probably already on it, knowing
you, but do you want me to go with you to the meeting tonight?  I don't
have anything planned."

"Yes, please plan on going with me.  My brother Mark said he'd come over
here and sit with the boys.  I wonder if Mike Junior wants to go, as he's
an adult member now."

"That may be a bit overwhelming for him, babe.  After all, these are his
brothers this has happened to, and some of the juniors he may know, as he
grew up in that congregation."

"Yeah, probably so.  We need some time together, though.  God, I've missed
you!!!"

Frank took me in his arms then, and I put my hands across his powerful
pecs.  His nipples were already standing at attention, and as I came into
his embrace, I noticed his beautiful man-tool was becoming rock-hard.  No
need for the little blue pill in our house!!!!  Already past sixty, Frank
was as randy as a twenty year-old, with the cock to match.  Rather than
waiting, he took my hand and led me down the hallway to the bedroom, then
closed – and locked – the door behind him.

"God, those pecs of yours are so firm!"

Frank was a study in hard work.  Had been the entire time I knew him, for
more than twenty years.  I reached under his shirt and felt of his pecs,
and ran my hands through his thick covering of fur.

"Fuuuuuuck man!  I've missed you doing that!  And, that..." as I licked
across two very firm nips.

"Oooooohhhhh shit man, please don't stop, man...  Oh shit..."

Frank's body jerked, and – sure enough – his penis began spewing a
thick, powerful load of cum that soaked his briefs.

"Uh, huh...thought so.  You needed it as bad as I do."

"How about you, babe?  You had any lately?  Any private time with Rosey
Palm and her five daughters?"

I had to quietly laugh, and gently shake my head in amazement at the guy.
Frank was just full of sayings, just like that.  Part of the man I loved.
Silly as hell at times, yet so passionate at others he out-did himself some
days!  All that, yeah, yet the guy loved the stuffins out of me and would
have walked the entire face of the planet to get back to me and satisfy his
man.

"Didn't need to, Sweetie.  Mother Nature actually took care of that for me,
last night.  I haven't had a wet dream since I was about twenty, but it
happened last night."

"Wow...a wet dream from a nearly forty year-old's body.  What was the dream
about, babe?  Do you remember?"

"Yeah, you and I were in Big D and at some sort of fancy resort type of a
hotel.  I was on top, as usual, and when I made that last thrust into you,
I came, buckets!  I actually woke up, then, and realized what happened.  I
was like – holy shit! – a wet dream at my age!!!  What else is going
to happen today?  That was five-thirty this morning, and I never did get
back to sleep."

"Hey!  Weren't you supposed to work today?"

"Yeah, I was, but our boss called and said if I wanted to stay home today
and deal with the church stuff, to please feel free to do so, that it's
kinda quiet there today, with not much going on.  Thank God he's a member
of the congregation!  He said we'd see him at the church-wide meeting,
tonight.  He asked about you, and I said you'd be there, if you didn't have
anything going on."

"I'll be damned if I'd miss it.  This involves my nephews, or at least two
of them this time, and other boys in the church.  You'd better call Pastor
Nolan.  You know he'll want to hear from you as part of it involves two of
our boys."

"Yeah, I will do that, right now," and headed back to my area of the house,
closed the door and dialed.  Pastor Nolan picked up on the first ring.

"Mike, oh, God, Mike.  I feel so badly.  I just called District
Superintendent Tomlinson and he's on his way from up north, right now.  He
has the National Youth Programs Director, Tom Dickie, with him.  They're
coming directly here.  I expect them in around three.  That will give us
until seven to lay out a plan for counseling for all the boys involved,
both directly and indirectly.  Did the boys give you a complete account?"

"Yeah, or at least as much as they know.  The church will pay for the
counseling for the boys, Pastor Nolan?"

"Yes.  We'll pay for part as well as District headquarters and National.
You, too, Mike.  We'll send all the people who want – or feel they
"need" – to go, and it comes from church coffers.  Are you going to tell
your story Mike, or is it still to be held in confidence?"

"Pastor, I don't know yet.  After the boys came home last night, they went
out for a while with one of their friends, and the friends' Dad.  I just
sat at the kitchen counter for an hour or an hour and half and wept bitter,
bitter tears, Pastor, I thought that was all behind me."

"Unfortunately, Mike, it could easily come up for you, anytime, with just a
mention of such things as this.  That's why I want to encourage you to go
to counseling, too.  Not just for the boys, but for you, too.  Do they know
anything about what happened to you back home, Mike?  Does Frank?  Young
Mike?"

"Not much, although I gave the boys a brief outline of the happenings back
then, and I'll fill in more with Frank in a little while, here.  Mike knows
more now, as I gave him a brief outline like I did the other two before he
left for work.  Poor Mike!  Having to start the day like that!  But, he's a
trooper.  I swear, Pastor, I think he's gonna wind up in some sort of
ministry.  Maybe for street kids, I kinda suspect, from what I've seen.
Anyway, I thought all this was – truly – behind me, just as I said
before.  I wanted it to be dead and buried, and stay that way."

"Well, I guess it came back around again for a reason.  Maybe God wants you
to deal with it, now.  It may help your sons to hear your story, too."

"That's a big jump, Pastor Nolan, and one I am not sure I want to tackle,
yet, I know – now – I may have no other choice.  Well, that aside, I
need to get my day going here."

"Did Frank get home OK last night, Mike?  You said you expected him late."

"Yeah."

"Well, please tell him I said hello, and go spend time with him today, just
the two of you, alone."

"I plan to, Pastor, and thanks for that.  It's nice to know you stand
behind our relationship."

"No problem with that, Mike.  You and Frank are important to our
congregation.  We need more gay men who have established relationships,
with children, in the congregation.  Now, go be with your man, Mike.  I'll
talk to you for a few minutes, right before the meeting, and give you a
brief outline of what will be the course of business, in the meeting."

"OK. Thanks Pastor Nolan.  See you tonight.  I'll make sure we're there,
early enough to talk to you beforehand."

"Bye, Mike."

"G'bye Pastor, and thanks again."

Hanging up the phone, I heard Frank in the bedroom.  I went in and talked
to him a couple of minutes, and then we got down to the fun part of the
day.

"Damn, boy.  You sure did talk to him a long time.  You need to talk in
private with me?  What's going on?"

"I will tell you more in a little while, but right now, I need to be with
my man."

"You sure you want to do this?  Your face is showing something and –
quite frankly – I am more than a bit worried about you, Mike."

"Well, then, if it's that obvious, then maybe I do need to tell you what
happened back home when I was in my early twenties..."

Did I want to tell him all this?  No way!!!  It just brought up a whole
bunch of crappy feelings better left buried, yet then again, maybe not, as
things suppressed can sometimes pop up at the worst times, and in the worst
possible places...hell, most times, from what I've experienced.  Yet, I
told him about the Youth Pastor at the church I was attending at that time,
and what happened to the other boy, and that the church fired the man, and
then swept it all under the rug.  Then, the all-together "too" friendly
handshake from the well-known evangelist that left me feeling "slimed"
afterward.  All of a sudden, it was back, in spades.  Then, , many years
later, the phone call from one of the women from that church, telling me I
may need counseling, or – as she said – "if they couldn't deal with
that, old friend, how can anyone expect them to deal with you, and your
issues?  I really encourage you to seek counseling."  Long gone, yet her
words still ring in my ears, even now.

"Oh, Babe, I am sooooo sorry you went through all that!  And now, all this
comes into your life, and reminds you of all that, all over again.  What
are you going to tell people?  What are you going to tell the boys?"

"Sweetheart, I told Mike Junior this morning before he left for work, and
the other two a brief outline, as well, when they got home last night.  I
need to think about that, and pray about it, too, of course, before I get
there tonight, but now...c'mere, Big Boy, let me at those big ol' hairy
pecs of yours."

One thing about my fella, he loves having me pet his body hair, and run my
face through it.  But more than that, he loves getting fucked.  His shirt
was off and on the floor in an instant.

"Enough of the preliminaries!  Get up here and fuck me, boy!  I missed
having that thick rod of yours up my arse!!!  Show me how much man-cream
those two big ol' eggs of yours hangin' down there can put out!"



Putting Frank's legs over my shoulders, I grabbed the lube and properly
lubed up the both of us.  Entering my man was easy, as he had been primed
by my playing with his chest hair and sucking on his nips.

"Oh yeah!  Fuck me, man!!!"

Slowly and methodically, I pressed in, and found a rhythm.  His preference
for hard and fast would have to wait a while, as I enjoyed long, slow
thrusting, in and out, pulling my cock nearly out of his love-tunnel and
then back in again.  I was pressing down on his body enough that I had
already made contact with his prostate, and he began to moan.  It also gave
me thrills I could not express.  Being inside Frank was something I
enjoyed, and long-dicking the man sent chills up my spine.

"Oh yeah, Mike!  Right there!!!"

I rubbed the edge of my mushroom-shaped cockhead against his prostate, and
raked across it again on the outstroke.  Not very long thereafter, I began
feeling the beginnings of a very powerful orgasm coming on.  I knew it, and
he felt it, too.

"You there?"



"Yep.  One, two, THREE!!!!"  And, with the last thrust, I landed on top of
him, filling Frank's beautiful, bubble-butt to the brim with a load of
man-cream that would have made a stallion proud.  In the midst of my
flooding of his derriere, Frank's orgasm began in earnest, and his cum
flew, over his head and hitting the wall behind him, about eight feet up.

"Man, you weren't kidding!  You haven't had any since you left here, have
you?"

"Nope.  I saved it for my man.  God, that was good, although I thought,
there for a second, like my own orgasm was hanging in mid-air, and when the
cum began to fly, I just about passed out!!!"

"You're sweet, Babe, and I appreciate the thought, but I would have thought
that – somewhere in those twelve days away – you would have at least
jerked off at least one, Lover-boy."

"Babe, that takes some doing.  And as much as you rubbing your face through
all this fur of mine, and licking my nips turns me on, it's not the same
when I am doing it by myself, for myself.  Sex is never meant for one, man.
It's meant to share, right?"

"You're right, Sweetheart, it is.  I was just busy while you were gone, so
the body took care of itself, this time around.  I jerk off every once in a
while, if I need it.  After all, we are men, and we have our needs.  Mike
Junior and I sometimes play together, mostly mutual masturbation, or
trading a quick b.j.  We both love each other's cocks, and love to play
with them, or lay there together and do some frottage.  He absolutely loves
to wave his cock in my face, and slap me with it, and I love it when he
does that!!!  Fuckin' sexy as hell!!!  Now that he is eighteen, the gloves
are off, and – brother – he is just as horny as his old man!"

"I don't mind it if you do, you know that, and we've discussed it before.
I'd rather you do that than go out and look for love in all the wrong
places... Oh, sorry, didn't mean to use an old clichι', but it still
holds true."

"I know."

"As we both need to get our days started here, I'll grab something on the
way out.  I gotta meet Mike and do Mister Levin's lawn, and you know how
big that is.  I don't want him out after one.  It's supposed to be well
over a hundred today."

"OK.  Meet back here at five...eh, thirty?  Mark's bringing pizza and sodas
for the boys, and renting a movie.  They'll pray here for the other boys
while we are at the meeting, and then when we get home tonight, we'll tell
them what was said."

"What are you going to do with Mikey?"

"I'd better call Pastor Nolan back before I tell Mike if it's OK for him to
go.  He's an adult member now, so he is entitled to attend business
meetings, no matter how hard the subject matter may be – emotionally
– that we have to cover.  And, he grew up attending First
Congregational.  I don't want to make his decision for him.  He's an adult
now.  I want him to start making his own choices, AND standing by them,
regardless of how hard the outcome may be to accept."

"OK, babe.  Sounds like you've got a good handle on this.  You're so
practical!!!  I'd have to think about it for hours and hours, or longer, if
it were me."

"Yeah, but Mike and I had an agreement when he graduated.  He was going to
take on more responsibilities, and learn to deal more with life as it is,
and not as we may want it to be, and take his lumps when he makes a
mistake.  I want him to learn.  He has a good head on his shoulders.  So do
the other two, but Mike is the eldest, and his brothers look up to him, and
me, too, of course, but more Mike.  He wants to be treated as an adult, and
seems to be handling it well, so far.  No accidents, no irresponsible crap.
I'd say he's more than ready for it, especially so as he wants to take on a
leadership role in the church, and I am so God-blessed proud of him, Frank,
literally, that I can't tell you!"

"Yep, me too, babe.  Me too!  He's turned out to be a very well-balanced
and intelligent young man!  I think we just answered the question.  He has
to decide for himself, and stand by his decision, no matter how hard it's
gonna be to sit and listen to the details given in the meeting.  I'd better
get going.  I should be back by twelve-thirty, one o'clock latest."

"OK, Sweetie.  See you around one-ish.  Plenty of food in the `fridge, so
don't bother grabbing anything on the way back.  We've got everything,
enough for the next week, as I food-shopped on my way home from work on
Friday.  Love ya!!!"

Frank gave Mike a quick kiss on his way out, and was very soon out of
sight, down the gravel road in front of their home.

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That same evening...

After arriving early, Pastor Nolan gave Frank and I an outline of the
meeting, and asked me if I wanted to say anything, as two of my sons were
involved.  I said yes, although I would keep it brief.  He looked at me and
asked with his eyes "Are you ready to tell the whole tale now, or are you
too close to the subject?"  I said I would mention it briefly, as it is
still a confidential matter back home, and no one could know what happened,
as it was officially a "closed" issue, from all those years ago.  He said
he understood, and I should keep it about me, anyway.  I agreed and put a
few words together in my head before the meeting.

The meeting began and everyone was looking at Pastor Nolan.  I felt badly
for him, yet as he began to speak, he began to make sense, as to the
church's response to the whole thing, and not just this particular issue,
at this moment in time.  He then introduced the District Superintendent and
then the National Youth Programs Director, all of whom kept their words
brief.  He then turned to me.  I cleared my throat, and stepped up front,
but did not get on the platform, preferring to stay on the same level of
the congregation.  After all, in this especially, I was one of them: a
concerned parent.

I began: "A number of years ago, I was involved in a church crisis in a
little congregation back home.  The church had a Youth Pastor who was found
to have molested a young, pre-teen boy, and, after firing that Youth
Pastor, everyone agreed to drop it, and never mention it again.  The church
certainly did not handle the situation well.  In those years, yes, it may
have been best for that church to have handled it that way, however, those
days are long over, gratefully!  We, however, cannot escape the truth about
this situation, now, in the twenty-first century.  First, the boys who were
involved, directly, that is the boys who were inappropriately touched by
the man, and indirectly, like my two youngest sons were by the Youth Pastor
wanting them to change in front of him and them refusing to do so, in turn
reporting the occurrence to the Senior Counselors, well...we need to put
all of them first.  Then, people who are in the families involved, need to
encourage them to take the generous offer by the church and the
denomination to get counseling, and that includes me, and the other parents
as well, if they wish.  We cannot force anyone to go, of course, and you
all know your own family-members and their real needs far better than I do,
however, I do – really strongly – suggest it.  I have to deal with my
issues, and not just with these, but also my issues from the church back
home many years ago, and their "in-actions" in that matter, and one other,
in which a traveling evangelist basically "made a pass at me."  At the
time, it felt really "icky," right away, and even though I didn't report it
to anyone, I realized now I should have, and now regret not doing so.
Making matters worse, that particular man later became involved in a
national scandal involving the church-world, as a whole, and as I said, I
am left with the regret of not acting on that.  I have talked to Pastor
Nolan, earlier today, and did not take having to reveal these facts
lightly, in fact, I almost didn't do it at all, as I would rather not have
my past exposed like this, yet now I am dealing with a double-whammy, not
totally of my own making, and having to seek counsel about it.  Well,
that's about all I can really add to all this, and thanks for the
opportunity to speak."

Immediately, the entire congregation was on its feet.  Somewhere in the
back, came a shout, "We love you Mike!!!  Thank you!!!"  Looking around,
there wasn't a dry face, anywhere.  My eldest came to me first, running,
all the way down the aisle.

"Thanks for telling me all of this ahead of time, and the giving me the
decision to make, myself, about attending or not.  I'm so proud of you, and
sooooo glad God gave me such a humble man as my Dad.  That took" – and
he leaned forward and whispered this in my ear – "brass balls" to do
that!!!"  Frank was right there, and followed up Mike's words with "God,
thanks for such a wonderful man!!!  I am SOOOOOOO proud of you!!!  And to
know you're my partner is such a blessing!!!"

The rest of the congregation assembled all came to me and thanked me for my
honesty, and openness about all I had experienced, and that included the
District Super and the National Youth Services Director, still in tears,
themselves.  In fact, the National Youth Services Director was nearly
sobbing.

"Damn, Mike.  You just about had me on the floor!  I am sooooooo sorry that
that happened to you!  Hopefully, your words will spur the parents involved
to get counseling."

"Thanks, Tom.  That means a great deal to me.  That was one of the main
reasons I agreed to do this.  If you had asked me to do it at six-thirty
this morning, I would have refused you, though, and walked away, never to
return."

"Your pastor knew enough to ask, yet not press.  That proves to me that he
is the man I always knew him to be, and knows enough to let go and let the
congregation do what it needs to do, without interference.  That's the sign
of a good pastor."

Soon enough, the meeting was over with the congregation's consensus that
the services of counselors be offered to all involved, at the church's
expense, for a period of two years, with more services offered if needed,
to those directly involved.  The congregation would be kept in the loop on
the dismissed pastor's status with the District and National Headquarters,
and the laws of our state, regarding sexual predators.  Hearings would be
held at the National Headquarters of the denomination for the pastor's
future with the denomination and their actions, once the law was applied,
and possible charges faced and trials dealt with.  A closing song of
celebration was in order, and they let me choose it: "Shout to the Lord,"
and everyone in our little, liberal congregation had all hands raised in
glory to our Saviour.  It was one of those times when I was so proud of my
hometown church, especially since so many were not raised in the traditions
of the Charismatic churches.  We were dismissed precisely at nine, and
headed for home.

"Dad!  Dad!!!  We heard what happened!!!!"

We had not even gotten out of the car yet, and Aaron and David were all
over us.

"How on earth did you hear when we just pulled in the driveway?!?"

"Donnie Jacobs called us and said you had the entire congregation in
tears!!!  They wouldn't tell us how, nor exactly what you said, only that
we really needed to ask you!!!"

Well, for the third time that day, I had to fill in with the remainder of
the details, only this time, I sobbed at the end, and with the boys and my
man beside me, I let the tears roll.  It felt so good to be out from under
that cloud!!!

"Why didn't you ever tell us, Dad?  We could have handled it."

"Well, guys, today was the first day anyone besides Pastor Nolan has ever
been told.  I never dealt with it, `cause it was just too fucking painful
to talk about it.  When you grow up in church, and basically are told you
are a no-good sinner and will never be seen as anything else, why would you
want to tell the story?  That's the reason we don't attend church with my
family.  I changed denominations in my mid-twenties, and never looked back.
It's only just now, with this coming up with two of my three boys, that I
even so much as thought about it, in more than fifteen years.  I just
didn't want to go back there, physically, or emotionally.  Do you
understand why I never said anything?  When it popped out last night about
what happened at your session of church-camp, it all came back to haunt me,
and in a mighty big way.

"Yeah, we do.  Frank, Mike, you two swear you never knew before last night
or today?"

"Nope" came out of both their mouths at the same time.

"Well, I am glad that it's out in the open, guys.  I will encourage you two
to get counseling, if you wish, but like I said earlier in the meeting, I
won't force it on you.  You may feel comfortable just talking to me and
your uncles, all of whom are caring, compassionate men.  Did your Uncle
Mark leave already?"

"Yeah, fifteen minutes, maybe half an hour ago.  We prayed together, ate
dinner, watched a movie, and then he left.  He has to work early tomorrow."

"OK, I'll call and talk to him tomorrow, after work.  One other thing, if
you should happen to find out who the two boys were who actually were
touched inappropriately, remember, that information is confidential, and
must stay that way, OK?  If they come to you and want to talk, just listen
and support them.  Don't say anything to them about the situation beyond
being sorry that that happened to them.  We're not professional counselors.
Let the counselors do their jobs, and we will do ours, by just loving them.
You are both caring, compassionate boys, and as my sons, all three of you,
you know not to further hurt people who are already hurting, as we were all
told that, and taught that, in church, for several years now.  Be loving,
supportive, remind them that they are still your brothers, however,
remember, we have to watch ourselves carefully in all this, and NOT spread
gossip, nor innuendo, OK?  I had to deal with that for much too long back
home, and I do not – and will not – tolerate it, although I think you
all already knew that, right?"

They all looked at me and shook their heads in the affirmative.

"OK.  Now, it's been a very full day, and we all need to get some sleep.
Lord knows, I do!!!!"

All three boys got up and – one by one – and kissed me, the youngest
two on the cheek, and then Mike Junior.  He went for the lips.
Surprisingly, I allowed it.

"Proud of you, Dad.  That took brass balls, man!  Don't know if I could
have done it."

"Sometimes, Mike, a man's gotta do stuff to help others, even at his own
expense.  You know that, after hearing me talk about the principles of the
Twelve-Steps and The Promises, from those groups.  I just hope you don't
ever have to do that, but I know that – if you or your brothers ever do
– you will do "the next right thing".  I brought you boys up that way,
and you know what I expect of you, be it spoken or unspoken."

"I know.  I love you, Daddy."

He reached down and got a quick hug in, before heading off to his bedroom.
I grabbed him and kissed him on the neck, and gave the young man noogies.

"I love you, too, Mikey.  Now get your ass in bed, boy.  You gotta be out
of here with your Uncle Frank to work at seven!"

I took the newspaper and swatted my boy on the behind, just because I
could.  He looked back, and said with a smirk, "Promises, Promises!"

"Smart-ass!!!"

"Good Lord, Mike, he's gonna be just like you one day."

Looking my partner in the eyes, I laughed and said "That's what I'm afraid
of!!!  Now let's hit the sack, ya big lug.  After all that tonight, I am
exhausted!!!"

Frank looked at me, once were undressed and in bed.

"Too tired to play tonight.  You?"

"Yep, same here.  Just lay on top of me, Sweetie, cock-to-cock."

Knowing my man was with me relaxed me, with the reality of my lover, my
guy, being right there in the thick of it with me, and three truly
wonderful young Christian men as sons, and was soon asleep.  I slept
without dreams, and woke with the feel of two pieces of morning wood
between Frank and myself.

"Better get up and pee, boy.  Ol' Junior down there has been poking me for
the last fifteen minutes."

"You could've gotten up without me, ya know.  I don't mind."

"Yeah, but it's not as much fun without you.  Besides that, I absolutely
love playing with that magic wand of yours!"

"That goes double for me, Big Man.  You up for some hanky-panky this
morning?"

"Depends on what you have in mind.  If it includes you poking me with that
thick man-rammer of yours, I'm gonna take a rain-check, and take you up on
it tonight, otherwise, I'll be walking bow-legged all day, and I don't want
anyone knowing exactly what goes on "Behind Closed Doors," as the old song
goes."

"OK. You've got it.  Ten o'clock, right here.  Be ready for it, `cause two
weeks, now, without booty has made Mike a very randy boy!!!"

"You're sick.  Do you know that?"

"And you love every inch of this wonderful, blood-filled, erotic toy of
yours!!!"  I waved my still half-hard manhood at him.



"You betcha, boy!"

"Now then, get the fuck outta here and go bring home the bacon, man!!!
Will ya?  Your fella's starving!!!"

I could hear Frank mumbling as he walked out towards the back, "Bring home
the bacon?  Sheesh!!!  How much more 70s can ya get?", before the door
closed and I heard his truck start up and Mike calling to him, "Mornin',
Uncle Frank!"  I had to chuckle.  He wasn't the only guy who used old,
clichι-ridden jokes and lines from commercials!

"I hope one of those is mine!"  I heard Frank giving Mike endless shit
about the coffee, and knew he was awake, finally.

"Of course, Frank!  What's gotten into you?"

Obviously, the windows in his truck were still open from the day before.

"What's the matter, Frankie-boy?  No nookie from Big Mike?  Well, you need
to beg, boy!  He's not goin' to be back to his normal self, especially so
after that speech last night at church, for quite some time.  I think that
took everything he had.  Besides that, he's too honorable to do it when
we're all around and can hear you two.  I do, occasionally, but don't pry.
There are times, though, I've wanted to join you two."

"I know, Mike.  Your Dad told me, however, he wants you to go out and look
to see what's out there, first.  As a matter of fact, I do, too."

"I have, Uncle Frank.  And, there's nothing out there like the two of you
have!  Besides that, I don't want to get hurt, physically or emotionally.
I'd rather have someone I can trust, who respects me, and I can respect.
And someone who loves me wouldn't hurt, either!!!  That's nowhere to be
found anymore."

"You have no prospects with your friends?  What about Billy?"

"His name is off the table now, Uncle Frank.  I found out who – and what
– he is, and I basically told him to go out and find someone else to
fuck, if that's all he wants.  Then yesterday, I found out he treated my
other bestie, Travis, the same way.  To him, all we are is a hole to fuck,
and I'm not going to give up my cherry to just anyone.  I want it – and
me – to actually mean something to them, most importantly, and not just
be another notch on the proverbial bed-post in their lives.  They are all
the same to him Uncle Frank, be it man, woman or dog.  And my poor bud
Travis is hurting enough!  He comes from a very fucked up family.  I don't
think his Dad even notices he's there.  Everything his Dad does is focused
totally on his sisters.  We told him yesterday to come over whenever he
wants."

"He's the one with the beautiful head of brown hair and the impish grin?"

"You talk to Dad too much!  Yeah, that's him.  And, he has the big bulge,
too, before you mention it.  Dad says he's always looking Dad's way,
whenever he thinks I'm not looking, so you may want to set him straight,
before he gets any ideas."

"Yeah, and – besides that – if he has you as a friend, what does he
need with your Dad?  On the other hand, cancel that...I already know!
Hopefully, he knows that he has one of the best guys on the planet for a
buddy, and when he has you, he has your Dad, too, as you two are
practically the same person.  You ought to see how I see you two!  If it
weren't for the beard, you look so much like your Dad, I can't tell you
apart when I am out in the sun.  You even talk alike!!!  I mean, like,
YIKES, Mike!!!"

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"Good, `cause that's the way I intended it.  We're both proud of you, Mike!
You are such the gentleman!!!"

"Well, that's good to know.  I want to have people – especially so
hurting people – know I am a safe person to be around."

"You don't want to wear the safety pin some do these days?"

"That's kinda dorky looking, Unc.  And if so, why don't you have one?"

"Same reason.  But, I'm over sixty, and have a steady track record.  You're
only eighteen, and still need to build up your relationships, so others
know you can be trusted with a confidence.  Just like we told you, Mike.
Trust ought never be automatic.  It has to be built, slowly, over time, and
never given away, without knowing a person, preferably for quite a while!
That's a good way to get burned."



"I know Uncle Frank.  Now, let's get movin' before this hot ol' Texas sun
burns us up.  It's already eighty, and it's not even seven-thirty yet!"

I heard the truck back out and onto the gravel road in front of the house,
and they were gone.

And Mike wants to be a part of my relationship with Frank?  I can barely
manage to keep him fed, and he wants to be a permanent part of the
household?  I'd rather see him hitch up with Travis.  At least, Travis is a
good kid, and not one prone to go out and get wasted on the weekend...well,
then again, maybe not.  I actually don't know what kind of home life he
had, beyond his Dad ignoring the poor boy.  I'd rather that Mike go out and
find his own life, though, and not depend on his old man – me – so
much.  He needs to stand on his own two feet, and...wait.  Where have I
heard these words before?  Shit, Dad told me the same thing right after my
own high school graduation!  I'm glad that he did, now, of course, but back
then, I just thought he was being his typical, judgmental self.  Glad –
now – that I left that judgmental church of theirs, though!  That Dad
finally broke away himself was a miracle!  Guess he finally had had enough
of the judgmental attitudes.

Looking in the mirror after showering and getting my day started, I
realized my youngest, Aaron, was standing in the doorway, looking studly.

"May I please use your shower, Dad?  David is hogging ours yet again!"

"Sure son.  I'll be out of your way in a second here."

Not the shy one, Aaron just came up alongside me, and started to piss into
the toilet bowl.  Looking at my youngest boy's cock made me proud.  The boy
had a pubic bush in full growth, and was starting to get some girth going.

"Don't mind me, son.  Just proud to see my boy so well on his way to
manhood."

"That's OK Dad.  Don't mind you or my brothers looking.  You've always
taught us to be proud, but not boastful, of our natural assets.  Seeing
Mike and Dave in their full glory, I can honestly say, I'm almost there.
You wanna see, Dad?"



"That's not necessary, Aaron.  I believe you."

"Here, look!"

Getting the tailor's measuring tape out of the drawer, he laid it on the
counter top.

"There!  Measure me, Dad.  I'm over six inches, now!"

Measuring my youngest boy seemed like the most natural thing in the world
at that moment, and I relished what I was doing.

"Actually, Aaron, I think you've got seven.  Yeah, that's it.  Seven thick
inches."

"Does it grow any bigger, Dad?"

"Well, son, after you're sixteen, it doesn't grow that much more.  You're
bigger than your two brothers and me, now.  Your Uncle Mark, my brother,
has seven inches, too.  So does my Dad, so you three are on the higher-end
of average.  There can be a difference, even between brothers, as you know,
now.  Are you proud to be becoming a man, son?  Looks like it's time to get
the razor out, and show you how to shave, too."

"Really, Dad?  I can actually start shaving?!?  YAHOOOOOOO!!!!!"

In all of his sixteen years, Aaron never had appeared that happy before.  I
guess he – like his old man, meaning me – was really happy to finally
showing signs of real growth into manhood.  I was so proud of him, then!  I
stopped calling the other two "Mikey" and "Davey" the day they turned
thirteen, as the traditions of being given a Bar Mitzvah do in the Jewish
faith and started treating them as the young men they already were,
although we – ourselves – are Christians.  I believe that, at
thirteen, our boys need to be called out into manhood, too.  Gone are the
boyish haircuts, and all remnants of boyhood.  I wished our church offered
the boys a Christian alternative initiation like the Jewish faith does to
their boys, alas we don't, so we do a form of it at home.  Their boyhood is
put away in boxes in the attic with labels on it as to whom it belongs, and
they know where it is if they want to go back, but none of them ever have.
Mike was about to start college, so I reminded him if he wants it when he
eventually leaves, it is his to take with him when he moves out and starts
school at the university.  Mike opted to stay home for two more years and
take his pre-requisites at the local Junior College, and I am very proud of
him for making that decision for himself, and without any influence from
me, one way or the other.  Did I ever tell you I am proud of my boys?
David is seventeen, and takes after his mother's brother and namesake, and
seems to confide in his "Uncle Dave," a lot.  His first shave was only last
year, also at sixteen.  Only Mike, my oldest, was – again, just like his
old man – just barely past his fifteenth birthday when he truly needed
to start shaving.  The young man is turning into a wookie, I swear!!!  With
bears on both sides of the family, Mike comes by it naturally.  They all
three call my partner "Uncle Frank," although technically speaking he is
actually their maternal grandfather, as he is their mother's father, and my
father-in-law.  They called his Dad "Papa Bear Frank," and miss him
terribly. I do too.  The big guy was always more than generous with the
boys, especially so while I was trying to get my career off the ground.  He
lent me the down payment on the house, and I was – gratefully! – able
to pay it all off in fifteen years, on a thirty-year fixed-rate mortgage.
He then turned around and put all the money I paid him back from the
down-payment into trust accounts for the three boys, which they get partial
control of at age eighteen, and total control of at twenty-one.  Mike has
his with the trustee at the bank now guiding him, under consult with me,
and has to have my signature along with his to spend any money.  So far, he
hasn't touched it.  All three boys are very good at managing money, too, so
I am not worried about them, if anything happens to me.  Their uncles are
all around, so they have plenty of men to look to for financial advice.

Getting back to Aaron, I looked at him, and said, "it's about time for you
to start dating too, Aaron.  Don't you see anything interesting out there?"

"No, not really.  My idea is not the traditional, anyway, so I am going to
hold off, Dad."

"I think you're telling me something important, Aaron, while trying to
avoid the subject.  You know you can tell me anything, right?"

"Well, I guess you've kinda known for a while now, haven't you?"

"Yes, Aaron.  It's OK, and you know that, always have.  You're my son.  I
love you, and accept you the way you are."

"Thanks, Dad.  It's good to hear that, and – yeah – I have always
known that.  You've always made that clear to all of us."

"You've never asked about stuff like masturbation.  Mike showed you, huh?"

"Yeah."  His answer was short, but honest.  I'm glad Mike took him under
his wing and helped him.  Mike kept closest to me, most of his life.  Now,
Aaron, my youngest, is sixteen, and needs to start shaving.  I had the
feeling, though, even when he was still in the primary grades in elementary
school, that Aaron would one day break out of his protective shell, and
allow us all to see the real Aaron.  And now, here he was, telling me that
he's gay, and not flinching when he said it.  I was really proud of my
youngest for telling me the truth about himself, and being an athlete on
the football team, I knew he had a tough road ahead of him.  He had
friends, always has had, as he was a friendly young man, yet protective of
his sexuality to know not everyone would be able to handle the news in a
manner that would be "safe" for him.  He seemed – even then – to have
enough allies on his side, even on the football team, that would stand up
for him, even if some asshole decided to "out" him, just out of plain
mean-ness.  I didn't worry much about Aaron after that day, as he seemed to
be holding his own, while still being himself.  At sixteen, he was already
taller than me, and catching up to his older brothers, quickly.

"Actually, I've been watching my brother Dave while he shaves, for a while
now, so I am getting better at it, and more confident, as we've been doing
a few practice runs.  Oh, yeah, looking at it now, maybe I'd better shave.
I didn't realize I'd gotten that fuzzy, already!"

"OK, son.  I'll let you do it, and if you need some pointers, just ask."

Watching him, he actually did a formidable job.  Turns out he only needed
to shave about once a week, up until the last six months or so, now it's
every other day.  Dave would usually do it for him, or at least supervising
it in case of mishaps, as mostly at the beginning it was a noticeable
amount of "peach fuzz," around the edges of his jawbone.  Now at sixteen,
it was starting to fill in more, and looking like he could soon have a
goatee, if he wished.  I always told them, "if you decide to grow it, you
gotta maintain it, too."  Aaron was mature enough to know that he would
soon be shaving daily, and able to grow his own, very soon.

"Welcome to the club, my brother.  You are now among the legions of men who
have to shave all this fur off our faces every day, and it becomes a true
pain in the ass, after a while, even having to shave twice a day for some
of us, if we go out on a date, or a social function, in the evening."

"I guess that's the reason for the beard, huh, Dad?"

"Right on, son.  No man I know likes it, after a while.  Just another daily
chore.  And in this brutally-hot weather we've been having lately, it's
worse to shave and then have to go out in the heat.  My neck always burns
when the sweat hits it."

"Well, thanks, Dad.  Can I ask you a personal question now, Dad?"

"Sure son, although I think I know what you're gonna ask."

"Do you still jerk off, even though you have a mate?"

"Sure I do, son.  All men beat their meat, occasionally, regardless of
whether they admit it or not, even when we have a partner.  It's part of
our psychological, and physiological make-up, son.  If it were not, our
penises would be someplace not reachable.  It's a part of releasing the
sexual tension, so we don't go out and do something stupid, like raping
someone.  Nature has its way, too.  It's called a wet dream, and I know you
know what that is, `caused we've talked about it before, right after you
starting getting your first spunk when your jerked off."

"Yep.  Well, it is nice to know that even my Dad has an occasional need to
beat off!"  The young man was grinning, ear-to-ear, as he said it.  I kinda
wondered what was going through that teenaged boy mind of his, but I
decided not to pursue it.

"Uh huh.  "I still do, son, even with your Uncle Frank in my life.  It's
fun.  It's pleasurable.  All we need is about ten minutes and a little
lube, and we're good to go, or at least for a while we are, anyway.  And,
even your Uncle Frank will tell you this, we beat off together.  It's fun
to share that experience with a close bud.  It also helps us to bond
together, as fellow males."

"Thanks, Dad.  You always have answers I can understand."

"Now get out of here and go do something.  Don't waste your summer away,
son.  Once you start working for a living, there are no summer vacations."

"I know. Thanks Dad."

I was looking forward to getting together with my partner that evening, and
sat on the sofa in the living room for a while.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Late afternoon, the same day...

"Mike?  You here bro?"

I looked up from the paper and saw my brother Mark coming toward me.

"Yeah, bro.  I'm here.  What's going on?"

"We gettin' together with Frank and his sons at Dave's next weekend?"

"Yeah.  No one told me it's off, so it's still on, as far as I know.  I'll
call him later and ask, though.  What's up?  You hard up again, bro?"

"Mike, I'm your big brother, so I am – much like you – always "up"
for the occasion.  You wanna hit the shower?"

"Yeah, let's go."

Going in my bedroom, and locking the door behind us, my shower often got a
work-out; me and Frank, me and Mark, hell, me and my Dad still do it on
occasion.  Mark stripped down and I immediately went to town.  Mark's cock,
like mine, is kinda thick, but not very lengthy, so I always have enjoyed
giving my brother head.  Licking slowly up and down, and round and round
like I do an ice cream cone, Mark got hard as hell, right away.

"Oooh yeah, man.  Suck my cock.  Make love to it.  You're still the best,
Mike!"

I like to slowly start the sucking action, yet I know Mark, he liked to
thrust in and out, and since he knew my limitations, I always allow it."

"Mmmmmm yeah, bro!  Much better than the wife."

I stopped for a second and said "That's because I actually like sucking
cock.  She – however – does not."

"You got that right!!!"

Mark liked to face-fuck me, and I allow it.  Anything I can do to get my
brother's cock in my mouth has always been a golden moment for me, from the
day we started.  I was twelve, he was fourteen.  He had no idea I had the
hots for his cock, until that day.  In retrospect, I've known I was
different than other boys since I was caught sucking off a buddy in the
backyard, back home, when I was six.  I've been hooked, ever since.

His thrusting action picked up in speed, exponentially, then, and soon he
was spewing his spunk.  I was in ecstasy, as always, `cause I love my
brother, first, and I love the taste of his cum.  He was always the
more-fragrant one, scent-wise, whereas mine was mostly bleach-like.  I like
eating my own cum, yeah, but Mark's cum always left me with the feeling of
wanting his cock to always be in my mouth.  We did, when we were kids, then
teenagers.  We'd stop when he was at college, but pick up right where we
left off when he returned.  He always told me "you still give the best head
I've ever had.  The chicks I know just can't suck cock worth jack-shit,
bro."  After hearing it from our Dad when I started becoming more sexually
active, I told him: "That's because they don't have one, Mark, and they
have no idea just how absolutely fantastic it feels to get head!"

I left his cock in my mouth until it fell out.  Flaccid, Mark was a bit
over four and a half, maybe five inches, and it lengthens out to just a tad
under seven, hard, and a lot thicker.  Like mine, my Dad's and my Uncle
Mike's [Dad's brother], we all had thick, bulbous mushroom-shaped heads.
After getting some guys' attempts at sucking cock, my family – that is
the Fraziers – and Frank's family – the Thompsons – are all told
by our fellow males in town that seek it out that we all still give the
best head, bar none!  I guess that's one of the main reasons we're so
tight: no one we've found yet gives it like our own blood, and our
in-laws!!!  Frank gives really good head, yeah, but when I want to get my
rocks off, nothing can compare to being inside the man, thrusting like a
madman and making him howl with delight.  The man can take what I dish out,
and doesn't complain.  I love being on top of Frank, as it feels wonderful
to have the man under me, be it facing up or down.  I fuck Frank as many
times a week as we can, and I've noticed, when I don't, he gets awfully
grumpy and short-tempered.  Throw a fuck into him, and he's a different
man!!!  The man is insatiable, too, and we've been known to spend the
entire weekend in bed when the boys are out of town or staying with their
friends' families.  Honestly, if Frank were a woman, we'd be in trouble,
`cause he's swallowed, or taken gallons of my cum up his arse, over the
years.  Not bad for a man over sixty, I say.  He says "naw, just Father
Nature."  I'm twenty-plus years his junior, and some weekends he has worn
me out!!!  No shit!!!

Getting back to the brotherly blow-job, though, Mark was ready to take off
for home.



"Thanks, little brother.  You know I need it, and I love your blow-jobs.
Superior to anything rubber, and a thousand times better than any chick
I've ever met!!!

Smiling, I just say, "anytime, bro.  You already know that."

He kissed me, then left.  As brothers, we've always kissed each other.  All
the men in my family do.  Yeah, we do have some female relatives, but they
keep their distance, as we have made it known that we don't want anything
to do with them, as long as they attend "that" church, or denomination.  My
only living female relative I ever talk to is my Dad's cousin, Minnie, who
lives in coastal Louisiana.  Poor Minnie lost her home after Hurricane
Katrina, but came to live near our house for a while, and stayed in a local
hotel, until she found a nice, new place to live.  She's back in Louisiana
again, but much farther inland, near Baton Rouge.  She and I get along
famously, and she has a truck-driver buddy she sends by our house every
three months or so with a frozen supply of collard greens.  He stays the
night, which she probably knows, but never asks, as "Southern women don't
talk about those things, Mike.  We're too dainty."  "Oh brother!" I say,
and live among the men.  To each his own, Aunt Minnie?  I wonder sometime
if she isn't a lesbian, yet say nothing, as it truly isn't my place to ask,
and – quite frankly – I don't care.  She's a very lovely, and loving,
person and cares much about our "gaggle of men-folk," as she calls us.  The
men loved having her in the area after Katrina, as she could spit and cuss
and chew just like any man, so I guess she's just shirt-tale kin who loves
us, and takes us as we are.  It's a nice relationship, and I know we'll all
miss her once she passes on.

"Hi babe!  I'm home!!!"



"Back here, Sweetie!"

"Oh, wow.  Looks like Mark gave you a mouthful again, huh, babe?  Well,
that's ok, as long as you continue coming home at night."

Frank wasn't jealous, just intrigued, how close Mark and I actually were,
and still are.  I gently pointed out that, when you sleep with a brother
for years, and share everything, from pillow fights to cum-loads, it's just
that way.  Like Irving Berlin's song in the movie "White Christmas," the
song "Sisters" has a chorus that I love, and kinda reminds me of my
relationship with my brother, Mark.  I will paraphrase here it, with
changes [in brackets]:

       "...Lord help the mister who comes between me and my [brother], and
Lord help the [brother] who comes between me and my man!"  [*1] (See
notes).

"Well, sweetie, you know I can't say no to my big brother.  Besides that,
he has...one of the prettiest penises I ever did see!!!" [sounding like
Scarlett O'Hara, just then]

"Oh, brother!  Meet my lover, everyone, The Neighborhood Cock Hound since
age six!!!"

"Yeah, and you love that I love your wonderful man-tool just as much, if
not more so, so what's the problem?"

"No problem, babe.  Just sayin'..."

His voice trailed off, and he readied the shower.  I watched the strip
show.  When he got to his briefs, he pulled them down and tossed them my
way.

"Come here, big boy.  Let me taste of that beautiful cock of yours, since
you're so fucking jealous of me giving my big brother head.  I'll make you
happy you're a man!!!"

"Uh uh, babe.  Gotta get this stuff off my skin.  We fertilized Mister
Murphy's place today, and you know I don't like that, but we gotta do it.
You up for some good news?  Mister Marks in Oklahoma City wants us to do
his other houses, now!  We got a contract to paint forty-four houses and
fourteen barns up there.  We get double-overtime for all weekend days, and
a bonus if we complete the project by end of day on August 31st!"

"Holy shit, Frank!!!  I just got you back and you want to leave me
already?"

"I won't be gone all that time, babe.  I'll be home every other weekend for
three days, and a one-thousand dollar bonus for all men on the crews if we
get the big bonus."



"Well, how much is the bonus for the company, babe?"

"I don't know, babe, but I figure it's gotta be in the seven-figure range,
easily.  This guy owns houses and barns all over the Sooner State.  Do you
know how much business this could make for my boss?"

The man may say he's semi-retired, yet he works more than I do, however, he
can turn jobs down if he's busy with other projects.  His boss likes his
work, so he lets Frank know when big jobs are coming in well ahead of time,
so he can plan well ahead, and schedule his work at home around his work at
his paying job, and vice-versa.

Looking at Frank, he had that faraway look in his eyes, that always means
something was up.  I can still read my man like a book.

"OK, what's up?  You don't look off in the distance like that unless you
have something you're wanting to tell me, but don't know how."

"I want to take Mike Junior with me for the first four day stretch.  It's
his chance to learn some new skills, and there will be some young Christian
men to talk to.  He'll be with me evenings and for that first full weekend
and then work on the crew Monday and Tuesday and return Wednesday.  We only
work eight-hour days, with one hour breaks mid-day, to get us out of the
mid-day sunlight."

"You want to take him with you?  That's a big commitment, lover.  That
means a lot to both me and Mike, yeah, and I certainly appreciate the
consideration, but we need to talk about something else, first, that's been
on the back burner for a while, and we both know what that is."

"Well, maybe time away for him may do him some good, and I can talk to him
about that, while we are up there."

"There's also the age difference, Sweetheart.  You're over sixty now.  He's
eighteen.  Eighteen, Frank.  Not thirty-five.  Not even twenty-five.  The
boy has hardly become world-wise, despite living in The Metroplex.  Besides
that, I don't know if I want my son getting exposed to Lord-knows-what.
You realize they are all well over thirty, except for the couple of boys
you mentioned his age?  That's a big deal.  I don't know if that's a good
thing or not, Frank."

"Well, you said he needs to make his own decisions.  Don't you think this
would be a good thing for him to experience, now, before college?  That
way, if he decides he doesn't like manual labor, at least he'll know it.
Besides that, the boys will all be gophers.  No heavy-duty stuff.  And,
it's just for a couple of days at first, and if he decides he likes it,
he'll be in great shape to start college in September, and have some good
money to bank.  If it's not for him, OK, well then, he'll know, and go on
to be an accountant, or teacher, or maybe a doctor or something.  You said
he's good with math.  Maybe he can tutor some of the high-school boys from
the school or church while he attends college, too."

"He's wanting to be in ministry, Frank.  This is probably something he
needs to experience, yeah, I agree.  But it has to be his decision.  And as
far as the possibility of a three-way relationship, you are probably the
best person to talk to him, about that.  I cannot speak for you.  I've
already told him what he needs to know, from my perspective.  You can do
that for yourself, whichever way you feel.  And most of all, be honest with
Mike.  He can spot an evasion or a lie, a mile away.  He's not dumb, in any
manner!!!"

"It's much too soon in our relationship to consider that, and I honestly
don't know how that would work out.  I'd rather see him go out into the
world, and find his own way.  Maybe Travis can work out for him, if he
wants a relationship, that badly, however, I still think he's a bit young
yet to have a permanent fella in his life, but who am I to say it's wrong
for him to want someone special in his life?"

"Well, Sweetheart, how long is it before you have to be back up there?"

"Right now, two weeks, and we hope they are ready when we get there,
otherwise we'll have a day or two with nothing to do, and not get paid."

"Well, Sweetie, you can certainly ask Mike yourself.  It's his life, and
his decision.  I will not deny him this opportunity."

"What about the church, and Travis?"

"What about them?  You said the first stretch is four days, then he's back
here?  Then there's no problem.  If he wants to return, when can he return
to the job?  And, he can talk to Travis on the phone, if Travis is his
fella.  The young men are close friends.  Have been for several years now.
A couple of weeks apart this summer is not going to hurt their friendship,
by any means.  Travis is pretty mature, and I believe he can handle the
separation from Mike.  It's not like he's a five year-old, being left off
for his first day of Kindergarten.  The boys both have good heads on their
shoulders.  Yes, they are both sensitive, yet I believe that's a good
thing, as it also shows me that they are compassionate, caring young men."

"Well, I have to be back up there to work the following Monday after the
first five-day weekend, and then we have every other weekend off, so he
would have four full days back here, before he has to commit to returning,
or saying that that type of work is not for him, and I will respect his
decision, as I know not every man can do that kind of physical labor, day
in and day out.  It takes a lot out of you, and you know that, as you can
see that with my work schedule, and how tired I am, when I get back home at
night, after working eight hours."

"It's up to you to ask him, Frank.  He has to search his heart to find his
way in life.  I won't sway him, either way."

"OK.  I'll talk to him in the morning.  Now, will you please quit worrying?
Good Lord, Mike, it looks like I punched you in your stomach!"

"Sorry, Sweetie.  I am worried, as he is my first-born.  And, it will be
his first lengthy amount of time away on a paying-job assignment.  This
isn't exactly being counselor at summer camp you're talking about."

"Point well-taken, but you say he wants to be treated as an adult.  He's
gotta start somewhere.  At least this way, it's a trial-balloon type thing.
If it doesn't work out, no big deal, and he can go on and make money some
other way."

"You're on, Frank.  It's on you.  I hope you're not disappointed if he says
no, though."

"Then that's on him, as you say.  He has to take responsibility for his
decisions, and I believe he's ready."

"OK, when he gets home, we'll take him aside and talk to him in private.  I
wanted to talk to him about the sex stuff."

"What about the sex stuff?"



"Well, Sweetie, while you and he will probably be sharing quarters, that's
also his decision.  Maybe he needs that.  Just remember one thing, and I am
adamant about this: Mike is not to be broken in by anyone, not even you.
Just like the job, though, I hope he'll make good, healthy, sane
decisions."

"Well, babe.  I hate to break the news to you, in case you haven't figured
it out yet, but – much like his old man – Mike is a dedicated top.
He already told us both that.  And I am not a top, so please stop, OK?
That accusation you just threw my way really hurts!  I wouldn't do that to
Mike.  If he wants it, let him get it with his buds, or with you and I
together showing him how, so he doesn't get hurt, or worse, raped, by
someone.  I'd be ready to kill anyone who touches that young man, and you
know it, so please stop!!!"

"That doesn't matter what he says about being a dedicated top, Sweetie.  I
always said that, and I gave in to a Daddy-bear type at the bathhouse once,
too.  It was my only experience bottoming, and it was OK, not great, but
not horrible, either.  You should see it when he looks at you with just a
towel around you.  The young man practically salivates!"

"Well, he does it when he sees you, too, babe. He is a bear-chaser.  He
knows it.  We know it.  What can we do?  Lock him up until he's forty?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Frank.  He's a young man, now, both physically and
mentally, and wants to be treated as such.  You want me to give him free
reign to fuck me while he's up there?  Maybe that'll keep him occupied."

"Now, you are being outrageous.  No, I don't want that to happen.  If he
asks, are you going to give in?"



"No, but do I really have any other choice, Mike?  I want his first time
with a grown-man to be not only a pleasant experience, but also a safe one,
babe.  We'll use condoms, of course, if he is so inclined, but I can
guarantee you that is not the reason I am offering him this opportunity!
Hell, we could do that here, and it would be a lot less stress-producing,
if that is what he wants, but honestly, Mike, I don't believe that's what
he's looking for, at this time in his life.  He may end up rooming with
Travis, once they go off to the university in two years, but I think they
are intelligent – and mature – enough to know that friendships last
and can be more satisfying if we're more like brothers than lovers.  Lovers
are great, yeah, but having true brothers is – to me – our greatest
allies, and our greatest assets."

"And if he's not?  I don't want either one of you even accidentally giving
each other "The Gift That Keeps On Giving," if you catch my drift.  No, I
would rather you NOT give Mike that opportunity.  I would much rather that
he have his first experience, if he hasn't had it already, with his
friends, or his brothers.  He may be eighteen, Frank, but he is NOT ready
for the level of commitment we do, as adults, and understand what having
sexual intercourse really means.  It's NOT something to be taken lightly!"

"Well, maybe you're right, Mike.  I won't argue the point any
farther. You're his Dad, and you know him the best.  I just hope this is
not out of jealousy, that you want to be his first."

"No, Sweetheart, it's not.  He's just not "there," yet.  He needs room to
grow.  I cannot force it.  You cannot force it.  He has to make those
decisions himself.  He'll know when he's truly ready, and then it will
happen, naturally.  And his "Dear Old Dad" here won't be up pacing the
floor, all night, worrying about my eldest being another statistic of some
sort."

"Well, I concede the point, then.  And, we should probably not mention
about the job stuff, then, either, as I don't want to set him loose in
Wonderland, as it were, to do as he pleases when my back is turned."

"Well, now that you say it, yeah.  It's probably best that he doesn't go.
I'm also concerned about him working around heavy equipment, too, Frank.
He's never even been to a construction site, and he doesn't know what to
watch out for, and I'd be up in arms if something happened to him.  You
know that."

"It's not like they don't have good hospitals in the Oke City, babe.  You
know that.  They're among the best.  The university happens to have one of
the best in the nation, if I am remembering correctly."

"I know.  But if he's going to be laid up in a hospital, God forbid, for
any reason, I'd rather he be here in Texas, Sweetie.  Sorry, just an
anxious Dad trying to do what's best for his boys.  You can't find fault
with that, can you?"

"No, babe.  I won't bring it up again.  Sorry."

And with that, Frank went out for the evening.  Mike knew he probably went
out to the bar to drink with his construction buds, but at that point, his
concern was all on Mike Junior.  He knew Frank would come back, when Frank
was over being pissed off at him.  At that hour, though, Mike needed to be
angry for a while.

"Damn man!!!  And this is the second time I've had to be angry...really,
really angry, this week.  I wonder what else the week will bring?"

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The following morning...

Mike woke up in his own bed, and felt a person next to him that he knew
wasn't Frank.  He turned over and looked, and the face of Mike Junior on
the pillow next to his was comforting.  He wondered then if Frank had
gotten home OK, yet he knew enough not to push the man any more than he
already had.  Frank had probably gone out on a limb to find out if the
man's company could even hire Mike Junior for a few days.  Mike Junior
opened his eyes then, and looked at his Dad, rather quizzically, probably
wondering what the concern on his face was all about.

"Why the worry, Dad?  What happened to Frank?  He didn't get home until
well after two o'clock this morning, and is sawing logs in the guest
bedroom, so I came in here to sleep, as his snoring finally got to me.  He
never goes out like that, especially so on a night when he has to work the
next day!  And, I have no idea where his truck is, as I did not see it on
the street."

"Frank and I had a bit of a disagreement last night, Mike, so he took off
to visit his buddies at the local pub.  He has to work his anger off, Mike,
or we really will get into it with each other, and I don't want that to
happen.  He probably had too much to drink and had his bud, Tim, drive him
home.  We'll have to go retrieve the truck, later today.  It is still at
the bar, most likely."

"Why, Dad?  What happened that he got pissed off and took off like that?"

"Well, son, Frank was trying to do something nice, and it backfired on him.
I guess he had gone to his boss and asked if they could hire you this
summer to do some general, manual labor and be a gopher for a few days, or
all summer if you wanted it.  I told him he would have to ask you if you
wanted it, that you were wanting to be treated as the adult you now are,
and it has to be your decision.  He said you'd be up there for four days,
back here for four, and then back up there for two weeks at a time, with
weekends back here at the end of each two-week period. Supposedly, you'd
come back on Friday night and go back up there late Sunday or very early
Monday morning, through the end of August."

"That's not what you two really had the disagreement about, though, was it,
Dad?"

"You know me well, son.  No, it was something else."

"The possibilities of sexual contact with me?"

"Yes, Mike, but maybe not in the way you may expect.  Let me close the door
so we can talk in private."

Getting up from the bed, I closed – and locked – the bedroom door, so
Mike and I could be a bit more candid than we would if others were in
earshot.  I didn't want his brothers to hear what we discussed, as they
were not as mature as Mike, nor anywhere near ready for "that" discussion,
as yet.

"Well, Mike, I gotta tell you that I trust you and he, to a point, but
there is one concern – one major concern – I have about you having
sexual intercourse with an adult male who would take advantage of your
inexperience, and could seriously hurt you, or worse.  I realize that Frank
is a dedicated bottom, and you are like me, a dedicated top, so I am not as
worried about that as I am the possibilities of your agreeing to something
with someone you don't know well that you would be top, and then they
overpower you instead, and – basically – "rape" you.  First, you need
protection, and you already know that.  Unless it's Frank and I breaking
you in, I would rather not have anyone else do it.  If you've never tried
being a bottom before and the person is impatient, or – worse yet –
doesn't care about you, you know you can get seriously injured, right?"

"Yeah, I do.  Davey and I tried it once, but we couldn't get past the
muscle, so we stopped, as it was just too painful."

"Well, I am glad to know it was your brother, first, and that you had the
reasoning to know you were going to hurt yourselves if you continued.  It
also shows me I've raised you boys right, and that you will watch out for
your brothers' welfare, once I transition into the afterlife.  I'm proud of
you both."

"You're not mad at me for trying, are you?"

"No, of course not, Mike.  Your Uncle Mark and I tried once too, but we had
the same results you and Dave did, and we didn't try again.  I know my
Uncle Mike likes anal, but he has his fuck-bud, so he doesn't hurt his
nephews, meaning me and your Uncle Mark.  He loves to be an active top-man,
and although I dearly love to watch him fuck, `cause he fucks like a
wild-animal in heat, he won't hurt me, as he has what he wants, in his
fuck-bud.  But, getting back to you and Frank, I would rather he do it with
me present, should you ever decide you wanted to try it, again.  Uncle
Frank would let you fuck him in a heartbeat, Mike, as he loves being a
bottom now, and I wouldn't mind it if you did, but I would really rather
that you not do it with him while you are away.  Mutual masturbation or
giving each other head is fine, if that's what you need, but I prefer that
if you two want to try anal together with each other, that I be present.
This is not to say that Uncle Frank would hurt you, however, Mike, and you
know this so it won't shock you, but every once in a while, the man gets a
snoot-full of booze, and loses his sense of who he is.  I think back to the
times when he would go to be with his buds at the bar after work and came
home a bit tipsy, and would collapse on the bed, wanting sex.  Most of the
time, he would fall asleep while I gave him head, Mike, that was as "far"
as we got, those nights.  On a couple of occasions, son, Frank tried to get
inside me, and although he couldn't get it up `cause he had too much to
drink that night, I cannot say, with any absolute certainty, that he
wouldn't try something similar with you.  This is especially important as
we now look so much alike, with you, also, having a full-grown beard.  So
you see, if you would want it to happen some night, and Frank were in a
mood to be the top, who is to say that he wouldn't try to get you
semi-wasted and try to fuck you.  You may want it, Mike, but if you don't
know what you are doing, and he is too aggressive, there could be a major
medical disaster in your future.  And, that would be the end of my
relationship with Frank, too, son...and he knows it, `cause just like a
Mama Bear, I protect my "cubs," at all times.  I may have the equipment of
a man, but – just like a she-bear – anyone who hurts my boys will be
toast, in pretty short order.  Your former youth pastor is still going to
have to answer to those of us parents whose sons were affected by his
actions, and that includes your two brothers.  That means also that,
sometime in the next few months, I may be called on by the church to go to
the district or national headquarters of our denomination, and/or court,
and confront the man.  And, that's not going to be easy, Mike, at all.  It
will be very painful.  I will probably want you and Frank to be with me,
when and if that happens, for moral support, so hopefully, it won't happen
before September, so you and Frank can work up there, and not have to take
any time off."

"You've told me all this for a reason, maybe a couple of reasons, Dad, and
I know that it's all quite important to you, and I respect you, and love
you for that, very, very much!!!  I think something can be done about this,
that will set your heart – and mind – at ease, Dad.  Uncle Frank and
I need to make a vow to you that it will not happen, between him and I,
while we are away, be it the first four days, or the entire ten weeks, and
put it in writing, as a contract in principle with you.  First, because I
don't want it to hurt you, and two, I don't want to hurt Uncle Frank by
saying no by keeping my vow, and the possibilities of a three-way
relationship, some years down the road.  What happens, though, if I happen
to have a buddy up there who wants it?  Same rules apply, right?  So, in
addition to that, I will need to make a vow to you to not have anal sex
with anyone, while I am away, then.  Both of us will have to do that, and I
plan on putting it in writing.  What Uncle Frank does in private, away from
me, though, is his business, right?  He is an adult male, and free to do
something if your relationship allows it?"

"That's right, Mike.  We have an agreement that we may have a bit of fun on
the side, occasionally, but our activities absolutely must be disease free,
and he and I have to come home at night, even though he sometimes does
sleep in the guest bedroom, when he comes in late.  What about you, Mike?
Now that you know, would you be comfortable with that arrangement, should
you decide in the future that you want to share in the relationship with
Frank and I?  There are a few other stipulations, but it's all practical
stuff, like no drinking and driving, getting a designated driver to bring
you home and pick up your vehicle the next day, no sex while you are
drinking.  No drugs, none.  If you or he, or I, get caught with illegal
drugs, or abusing pain medication, has to answer to the other, or others,
should you one day join us.  See son, things are not what they appear on
the surface.  There is a lot to consider when taking on a partner, and
taking them in to live with you makes it even more so.  I can't have your
Uncle Frank living here with us if he had a drinking or drugging problem.
Same goes for me, son.  We would have to go our separate ways, were that to
happen, as I don't want anything to happen to my sons.  Worse yet, and this
is only a scenario, is if he should purposefully harm one of you, then he
knows, he has to leave, and it is over between us, immediately, and he is
never to return, although I think he'd die if it helped save one or all
three of you, or he even accidentally hurt one or all of you three.  He has
known that from the start, though, Mike, and he completely agrees to it.
Now, you see – or I hope you see – that with the fun comes a ton of
responsible actions that have to be adhered to, at all times, for all
parties in a relationship like ours."

"I understand, Dad, yet then again, I always – deep down – already
knew that, as I know you respect and trust each other, and that is a good
thing.  So, I guess the next move is mine, huh?  The ball is in my court,
so to speak, so I need to sit down and talk to Uncle Frank, and get the
details on the position ironed out, and write the vows for you, and then
make the trial run to Oklahoma with Uncle Frank in two weeks.  Gosh, that's
a lot to think about!!!"

"Real life, Mike, straight ahead!  We'll talk tomorrow, when you have the
vows written up.  You may want to do them as contracts though, and have all
three of us sign.  I'll get your Uncle Mark, and my Uncle Mike to witness
the contracts, if that's all right with you."

"I feel good about this, Dad.  I think Uncle Frank will be very pleased
with the outcome."

"I don't just think it, Mike.  I know he will.  He'll probably be in shock,
but you handled this as an adult, son, and I am so very proud of you!  Your
reasoning skills and your able to think – basically "on your feet" –
as almost all industries have a need of, will one day come in handy for
you."

"Time for a wine-cooler, Dad?"

"I'm right behind you.  We'll tell your brothers about all this without all
the personal details, once we have everything set up for you and your Uncle
Frank.  Now get that cute little bubble-butt of yours out to the kitchen so
we can get some lunch on the table, and start dinner.  It's already
lunch-time and I am starving!"

"Dad?"

"Yes, Mike?"

"I love you for watching out for me.  Thank you."

"It comes with the job, son.  It's called "being Dad"."

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

That next day, Early Evening...

"Hi babe...did you miss me?"

"Of course, Sweetie.  I always miss you while you're gone.  I'm going to
miss you even more when you and Mike run off to Oklahoma City to work those
ten weeks."

"Huh?  What did you say?  Wait a minute, Mike!  I thought you said he best
not go.  Now you're saying it's OK with you if goes?  When did this change
of heart take place, my love?"

"Sweetheart, you'd be so proud of Mike you'd just shit!  He handled it all
as an adult, we talked it all through, and do mean all of it, Frank, and
made the decisions himself as to how he wanted to handle all the different
aspects.  He has to talk to you, of course, about salary, expectations of
the bosses, all that stuff that I don't really need to be directly involved
in, and then, well, he did something remarkable..."

"Oh my God, Mike!  All this from our little Mikey?"

"Yeah, and we have some surprises for you, so you need to sit down and
listen to what he says.  And remember, this was his idea, not mine.  I told
him the facts, and how I felt about the two of you being off and alone
together up there, and he decided to take the bull by the horns and...well,
wait a minute.  I'm getting ahead of myself here.  This is his show, so
I'll let him tell you what he proposed to me.  The kid has some excellent
reasoning skills for an eighteen year-old, Frank, and the ability to think
– basically – on his feet.  I'll get him in a sec, here and let you
see.  Mike!!!!  Are you done back there?"

"Yep, be right there!  They just finished printing.  Are Uncle Mark and
great-Uncle Mike coming?"

"They will be here in a minute or two, Mike.  They just called from the
7-11."

"Your brother and your uncle?  What's up?"

"Mike Junior's presentation and proposal, Sweetie.  When you're all set up
and the others are here, we can start, Mike."

"Drinks, Dad?"

"Wine coolers are already out on the counter behind you for those who want
them, already chilled, the ice bucket, and glasses if you want to use
glasses.  Mike's two uncles are picking up the beer, and...it sounds like
they are already here.  Beer goes on the counter, men.  The chips and
pretzels go in the bowls, and your furry asses in the chairs.  Mike's got
the floor for the next few minutes.  Do not interrupt him, or your face is
going to have an imprint of the kitchen tile on it!"

Hugs and kisses were passed out like we hadn't seen each other in months.

"Where are Aaron and David?  I thought they'd be here."

"They'll be back by nine, Big Mike.  They went to watch one of the kids
from church in his Little League game and then dinner and a movie at his
house.  His Dad's gone, flown the coop, and his Mom needs someone to be a
big brother to the boy, so Aaron and David went to the game, although David
is the official Big Brother to the boy.  OK. Mike.  Ready?"

"Yep.  First, Dad and I had talked while you were out somewhere working
yesterday, Uncle Frank, about the situation with the offer of a summer-job
for me.  He explained to me what he had told you about his mis-givings, and
his concern for not only my safety on the job, but also for my sexual
safety, as well.  He gave me the basic thumb-nail sketch of the job, that
it would start in approximately two weeks, that we work for four days, back
here for four days, and then gone until August 31st or September 1st, if we
work late on the 31st, with every other weekend off.  Then he explained
about his concerns about the safety issues for me, and gave me a thumb-nail
sketch of the responsibilities you and he agreed to in the very beginning
of your relationship, when it came to me, especially, and now, and what his
expectations are for the both of us, while we are in Oklahoma.  As I know
from Dad that my Uncle Mark and Great-Uncle Mike are already aware of the
situations, that the revelations about us will not be a shock to either one
of them, I am proposing the following agreements and contracts between you,
Uncle Frank, me, and my Dad, while we are out of town on jobs, and for the
foreseeable future.  Uncle Frank, you and I will not be engaging in sexual
contact with each other, beyond mutual masturbation or an occasional
session of consenting oral sex, unless we are here with my Dad, and he can
supervise and assure himself that no one gets injured, physically and/or
emotionally.  I am not to have sexual contact with other males over the age
of twenty-one.  Period.  No exceptions.  If I so wish to have consenting
sexual contact with other young men under age twenty-one, my Uncle Frank
must be present at all times, and have sufficient safety and protective
measures in place so I am not assaulted, in any manner.  Again as with my
Uncle Frank, consenting mutual masturbation, and oral sex, are the only
activities that are to take place, taking reasonable safety precautions for
protection from sexually transmitted diseases.  Uncle Frank will be my
counsel, should he feel that any of the other young men are not
sufficiently hygienically clean, or safe people to be around.  Should –
at any time – I feel my safety and well-being are threatened, it will be
reported to the job supervisor on site, with Uncle Frank, and I have the
choice of being brought back here by a trusted family member – either
Uncle Frank, or if he cannot get off work at that time, one of my male
relatives from here, over the age of twenty-one and with written consent
from my Dad in-hand, as proof of release, and I will not be returning to
that particular job site for the duration of the assignment.  If legal
action is needed at any time in the form of protection and/or pressing
charges on attempted or – God forbid! – actual physical assault by
another person's action against me, I will of necessity be taken to a safe
house of some sort, as charges are brought against the person or persons
involved, and should I have to return should further legal action against
said persons, it will be brought to the attention of agencies of the law,
in short, should it be necessary I have to return to Oklahoma for a
jury-trial, or witness for the prosecution of said assailants."

"One question, Mike.  How on earth did you know to come up with all of
this?"  It was my Uncle Mike, Mike Junior's Great-Uncle Mike, who asked the
question, most pertinent!

"I read, a lot.  Internet information is available on contract-writing.
Television got me interested in legal stuff.  I also know a little from all
the stuff happening at the church that we – the church – did
everything we could to prevent the recent occurrences, however, the man
slipped through the cracks, and we now need to revisit the process of
screening child-and-youth care workers.  I got on the phone last night and
asked Pastor Nolan if the contract with the church-screening people can be
re-negotiated, or are we free to look for other companies to screen future
potential Youth workers, and we are.  They have terminated the contract
with that company, for which I was grateful to hear, after all that has
occurred at the church camp.  Any other questions, guys, or may I finish?"

"Nope.  Go right ahead, son, and we will formulate questions if needed and
ask later."

"Thanks, Dad.  That's almost it.  Now for the cherry on the cake, and
please pardon the soon-to-be obvious atrocious pun, and then we can move on
to the fun and games I am sure we all eagerly await: Uncle Frank, your
love, and your great care for me as a boy right after Mom walked out on all
of us, and now your care and protection of me as a young man is quite
evident.  I have no doubt you have my best interests in mind, and that is
in all aspects of my life.  I have wanted – and still desire –
yourself and my own Dad to be my partners in life, until such time as you
leave this earth for a far better place than any of us can possibly
imagine.  I have wanted it, yes even pined for it, for more than two years
now.  You have made a valid point, yet I feel you are wrong in your
assessment that young men, such as myself, are not yet ready for an adult
relationship with another adult male, and I understand and appreciate your
point of view more than you know.  I am of the opinion that family members
are the best people to take care of one another, yet, I know my place at
this particular place and time in my life are with my own peer group, and
with other young men under the age of 21, for the sake of legalities
involved, as well as emotional and mental maturity.  I will go out and find
– I would hope – some guys my own age to pal around with, I am sure
they can be found.  That said, however, I am still holding out hope that
– one day – I will find myself back with the two of you, or at least
someone very much like you!  I understand that three-way relationships are
very difficult to manage for most people, and they rarely work out for the
best of all involved, as I have read and heard and been told through other
people and the media.  Granted, most don't, yet some do.  I long for the
touch of men like yourself and my own Dad, as my love and admiration for
the two of you, both physical – that is in the form of sexual attraction
– and mental/emotional is gargantuan, in size, scope, and breadth.  I
want my first experience as a bottom to be with the two of you.  Dad
already knows this, and as I said earlier, wants to be present, and I would
hope, he will be an active participant, as I want – and please pardon my
candor here – the penis of the man whose semen created me to be inside
me and ejaculating his life-creating fluids to be inside me, as well.  I
also want that from you, Uncle Frank, as I do from all the men in this
room, but most of all from my Dad and his partner.  I want to give that, as
well, as I know you enjoy the bottom role, as well, and – as I spoke
about to my father yesterday – giving as well as receiving that same
love with him, as well.  We ought to feel free to have consenting mutual
masturbation that I still enjoy with Dad, as well as occasional oral sex,
which I enjoy immensely, as you already know, as I am the son of my father,
and I love sucking cock just as much as my Dad does, perhaps even more so,
and I don't want that to stop.  And finally, our manhood is paramount to
each of us, as is our privacy, and I know from you and Dad that nothing
leaves this house, and no one knows what goes on here, whether it be the
two of you as it is now, or the three of us in some later time-frame, or
just some mutual play, whenever that occurs.  And with that, I sign my name
in agreement to all of these factors and scenarios in front of these two
witnesses, my Uncle Mark and my Great-Uncle Mike, and if you agree to all
these things, I ask that you will please sign, as well, followed by my Dad,
then our witnesses.  This contract is private and confidential, and should
just one of us pass on, it needs to be destroyed.  It will be kept in the
safe in Dad's office, and under a lock and key in the form of an interior
container within that safe, so no other eyes will ever see it other than
ours, and the keys that we now hold in our hands are the only three keys
that exist."

"Gentlemen, to our mutual male offspring and nephew, Michael James Frazier,
Junior, as was said on the fourth day of July in the year of our Lord
seventeen seventy-six, we dedicate to you our lives, our fortunes, and our
sacred honor.  My grandson, you are now a part of this circle of adult men
in this family.  You are no longer seen as a wannabe-man, or a
man-in-training, for now – with this action today and these contracts
– you are seen and considered to be a man, among the other men. Welcome
to the Frazier and Thompson brotherhood of men.  You have sealed our
confidence in you, and given us great cause for celebration.
Congratulations, son!"  He turned and looked at the other family members
assembled, and said, "Brothers, the first of our next generation is now a
man."

Each man then looked Mike Junior directly in the eyes and said the same
words: "We bless thee, our brother, Michael James Frazier Junior, and
welcome you to our family's circle of men."  Mike Junior was in tears.
Mike Senior came in alongside his son, and put one of his arms tightly
around the younger man's shoulder, and held him up.

The elders of our clans then sat, while the pen was handed first to Uncle
Frank Thompson, Mike Frazier Senior, then on to the assembled witnesses,
Mike Junior's Uncle Mark Frazier and then finally, his Great-Uncle,
Michael-John Frazier.

"You OK, son?"

"More than I can say, Dad.  I see Life, Straight Ahead now, and I couldn't
possibly be any happier.  I only wish that Papa-Bear Frank were still with
us."

"He is, son.  He will always be with us, in spirit.  That same love you
felt back then is now looking at you from above and blesses you with the
love from whom we all share our origin, from before the worlds were even
created."

Once the beers and wine-coolers shared, the evening still felt incomplete,
and all the men knew it.  They all looked at Mike Junior, and then Mike
Senior spoke up.

"Are you ready for this, son?  I've looked forward to this since the day
you were born."

"Sure thing, Dad."

With the assistance of his Uncle Frank, the penis of the son was then lubed
up, held momentarily by each man's hands, and then his penis was placed at
the entrance to the father, and encouraged to move on his own.  Mike Junior
then lowered himself onto his father's back, and began slowly thrusting his
manhood, in and out, at a slow, steady pace.

"Remember, take things slow and easy, son, and don't try to rush.  Let your
penis slide back and forth and pick up the feel of the pressure on it from
the sides and the top.  Enjoy your time inside your first man!  Hold still
if you feel yourself wanting to cum, Mike and then slowly start up again,
and vary the speed and angle of your thrusts.  There you go...easy, Mike.
Go slow.  Learn how to delay your orgasm as long as you can stand it.
There ya go!  Pull your cock almost all the way out of your Dad, leaving
the cock inserted to the corona, that's the edge of the head, so you don't
pop out.  There ya go!  Now in, slowly.  Don't punch it and bottom out,
yet.  There's time for that later.  Now, poke your cock inward and up, like
you are going to take off.  Try to push your Dad's butt upward, and off the
table. There ya go!"

Mark Senior moaned, then.

"Now, bring your cock down to the bottom of the love-tunnel.  You'll feel
something like a small round button against the bottom of your cock.
That's your Dad's prostate.  Rub your cock up and down, and back and forth,
against it.

Mark Senior moaned louder.

"You got it, son.  Now slowly increase the speed of your thrusting.  Don't
be afraid of hurting your Dad.  He has some experience in being the bottom.
He is used to your size now, so it's safe to start thrusting a little
harder.  Don't rush the experience, Mike.  The first time is an experience
you will never forget, and I can vouch for that, and guarantee it will be
something special, well beyond your wildest dreams.  That this is your very
own Dad is something he has always wanted, Mike, and has waited for your
time, which we all knew would arrive one day, when most of us least
expected it, and now, here it is.  There you go!  I am going to grab your
cock, so you don't go so fast.  Slow down, Mike, and enjoy the feeling of
your cock being inside the love-tunnel of the man who ushered you into this
world with a shot of man-cream and a scream that would have been heard by
the neighbors!  Your Dad was a virgin to cock-cunt sex when they conceived
you, Mike, and he only had two more experiences before your Mom moved on,
producing your brothers, so you can bet that this experience with you is
very, very special for him.  Increase your speed some more, Mike, and get
used to where you are heading inside.  Start pushing slowly, now, until you
feel you've reached bottom.  There you go, my grandson, now wiggle and
rotate your cock some, so your partner feels your girth, and knows you are
all the way inside him."

Mike Senior then groaned, quite loudly!  Obviously, his son's penis being
inside him, fucking him, was bringing him much pleasure, also.  His eyes
were closed, and his breathing rate had increased quite a bit, in the last
minute or so.

Big Daddy Frank looked at Mike Junior as he slowly fucked his own father,
Frank's son-in-law and lover, Mike Senior, and tears came to his eyes.  He
knew he needed to continue coaxing Mike Junior in the way of men, and began
to concentrate on coaching his very own grandson to increase his speed a
little more and run his cock up against the interior "sides" of the anal
tract.  The young man was doing very well for his first experience, and
Frank complimented him.

"You are doing very well, Mike, and I can tell you are enjoying it.  If you
feel like you may want to cum, stop for a little while, then start up
again."



Frank felt of Mike's penis on his outstroke, and felt the man's urethra
begin to quiver a little.  He recognized the signs of oncoming orgasmic
release, and encouraged Mike Junior to increase his speed again, and begin
to bottom out, on the instroke.  Mike Junior began to moan.

"Oh fuck, Uncle Frank, it's coming.  I can feel it."

"OK, Mike, push all the way in hold it there while your ejaculate is
released into your Dad.  There ya go son..."

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!"

Frank's fingers surrounded his grandson's penis as he felt pulse after
pulse of the life-giving liquid being injected into his Dad's rectum.

"I can feel your cock jettison your seed into me, son.  Your penis feels
wonderful inside me.  Don't take it out, son.  Relish the time inside me.
I can feel your wide, mushroom head.  It's still dripping your semen into
me, and man, it feels wonderful!"

Mike Junior did something to make his Dad's experience even more
pleasurable, if that's possible at all, by moving his cock around inside
his Dad's anus.

"That feels good, son.  You will make a fine husband and lover for someone,
one day.  Leave your cock in there until it falls out on its own, son.
Don't rush the experience.  Your cock is still jerking inside me.  Can you
feel the mini-contractions?"

"Oh, Dad, it is SOOOOOOOO good!!!"

The smile on Mike Junior's face in that time made his whole face shine.
Frank continued to hold onto Mike Junior's beautiful, thick penis.  He
found he did not want to let it go, although he knew he would have to,
eventually, as it softened, and escaped the rectum of his lover and best
friend.  He knew he had just witnessed the ultimate bonding of a father and
his eldest son, and wanted it for himself, too, however, that would be for
another night later that summer, here in this house with his lover and his
lover's son.  He also wanted to give Mike Senior the experience he just
had, which was to hold Mike Junior's most precious and prized possession in
his hand, as he ejaculated his semen into his own Dad.  Nothing can replace
that first experience, correct, but also wanted Mike Junior to know that
the wheels had begun to turn on that dream of his for the three of them to
become one, as he felt his pride overwhelm him, and the tears began to fall
in earnest.  He looked at the countenance on the face of his lover as he
laid there with his son's penis still buried deep inside him, as Mike
Junior's tumescence slowly began to fade, and his penis, that beautiful
penis of a young man who was now destined to be Frank's and Mike Senior's
partner, and he wanted to show his appreciation for Mike Junior's
willingness to allow the men assembled to witness his first sexual
intercourse with another man.  As – most assuredly – Mike's wonderful
man-tool was too sensitive to be given any sort of loving attention at that
moment, he just held it in his hand.  He then bent over and kissed his
lover, Mike Senior.

"What are you doing, Uncle Frank?"  Mike's smile showed Frank he did not
care if Frank held it forever, but wondered if the man was as totally
enthralled with his penis as he appeared.

"I don't want to let it go, Mike.  It's too pretty not to admire, huh,
guys?"

"Your Uncle Frank has it right, Mike.  You have one of the most beautiful,
breath-taking penises any of us have ever seen.  The doctor who circumcised
you did a wonderful job, and actually somehow managed to add to the effect
of its character, and beauty."  Mike Junior's Great-Uncle Mike had said it,
and his Uncle Mark seconded the sentiment shared by the men gathered.

Man by man, his penis was commented on, with glowing reviews.

His Dad then stood up, and looked Mike Junior directly in the eyes.

"Mike, my beloved and eldest son, you have made me a happy man tonight.
May the penis that has brought you worlds of great pleasure this evening
continue to give you many, many more years of untold and heretofore unknown
pleasure, ahead."

Mike Senior then knelt down, and lifted his son's flaccid penis up for the
other men to look at, and admire.  Then, he kissed his son's penis,
wrapping his hand all the way around the beauty.

"I bless thee, Michael James Frazier Junior, and I bless your manhood, that
is your inner manhood, your body, mind and spirit, and your outward
manhood, that is your body, this absolutely magnificent penis, your
testicles, your luxurious body-hair, the fur coming in full on your face,
and all the facets of manhood that you are, continue to be, and may ever
become.  May it be what ours are to all of the men of your family gathered
here tonight.  I bless thee, my son, in the name of the Father, of the Son,
Our Lord and Saviour Jesus, and the Holy Spirit, all together known
collectively to us as God, The One we adore.  To the God who formed you in
your mother's womb, we praise you, Our Heavenly Father, from whom we come,
and to whom we will – one day – return.  It is in your image we are
made, and we love you for that, as we are men, and we truly love what we
see gathered here today.  Your creation is magnificent, Heavenly Father,
and yes, even breathtaking.  Your servant here, Michael James Frazier
Junior, whom you have loved and adored since before time began, takes his
rightful place among his men-folk, and for that, Father, we are eternally
grateful.  Amen."

Mike Senior looked at the men assembled.  There wasn't a dry face in the
circle.  The words of his prayer for his beloved eldest son stood as a
tribute to the man he already was in the eyes of the men assembled, and the
man he was yet becoming.

Notes from the Author:

[*1] Information about the Irving Berlin-composed "Sisters" number from the
1954 motion-picture "White Christmas" was found on Wikipedia.org.  The
author of the story was unable to find any record of copyrights or
publishing rights, which is highly unusual, however, the song was written
many years ago, thus it may be in the Public Domain.  My apologies to the
copyright owner, should that be found to be otherwise, however, on this
date, 8 July 2017, and after an exhaustive search for anything about the
song in that regard, meaning copyrights and publishing rights, there was
nothing found on the issue in/on any standard-resource this author is
presently aware of.