Date: Tue, 2 Apr 2019 17:43:50 +0000
From: Tom R <wonderwhystories@hotmail.com>
Subject: Moving in With My Son, Part 11

We all slept in late the next day. With the mix of alcohol, sex and
whatever that pill from Brent was, I awoke briefly with a pounding headache
around nine in the morning. I had a vague memory of getting some water and
Advil from the far-too-bright kitchen before staggering back to bed. When I
opened by eyes again at one thirty in the afternoon, I was much more
collected and the headache was gone. The bed was empty and I could hear
Brent and the boys talking out in the living room, so I was the last one
up.

I grabbed a pair of loose sweat shorts on the way out of the bedroom and
after a quick trip to the bathroom I emerged into the common space of the
apartment. Jake was at the table eating a waffle, with Brent and Kevin
sitting down in the living room, each with a beer in their hand. The three
of them were dressed about the same as me, shirtless with casual shorts on,
barefoot.

"Good evening, sleepyhead," Kevin said to me, teasing.

"Very funny," I retorted with a smile. "Is there any coffee?"

"Only Irish coffees on the menu, Tom", Kevin replied. "Hair of the dog is
the rule in this house, you know."

`Yeah, yeah," I muttered, as I went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of
beer. I pulled up a chair at the table and sat down across from Jake. "You
guys been up long?" I asked him.

"Not really," my son said. "Maybe 20 minutes? Kevin knows the smell of his
waffles can wake me up from near death. That's what finally did the trick
for me. Brent got lulled in as well and just showed his face a few minutes
ago."

I looked over at Brent as he stood up and walked past us into the kitchen
to serve himself a second helping of breakfast.

"Yeah, lulled by the smell of MY OWN waffles", he said with a chuckle,
glaring back at Kevin. "The little guy got the recipe from me, you know!"

"Hey!", Kevin shouted at his father. "I've changed up the seasoning and
made it my own!"

Whatever the recipe was, it did smell good. I had decided I'd get a plate
for myself when suddenly Brent set one down in front of me, along with a
knife and fork.

"Enjoy, buddy," he said to me when I looked up in surprise. He smiled the
smile that had no doubt charmed thousands of women, and my heart beat
faster for a moment as the hand that had held the plate moved to my
shoulder and did a quick pat/rub combo. He returned to his chair in the
living room, holding his own plate. For the next few minutes the three of
us ate while Kevin looked at us lovingly. We all complimented him on his
work, and Brent added that he could taste the difference from his own.

There was some small talk and it turned out everyone had some assorted
errands and chores to the care of during the afternoon. Things were pretty
relaxed and not at all tense or even awkward, which surprised me. But I
wondered what everyone really knew and remembered about the night before.

Kevin had watched his boyfriend give his father, Brent, a lap dance on
stage at the club. That had to be pretty memorable for him. But it seemed
like Kevin's path had diverged from he rest of us after that, and I was
curious what he had been up to.

Brent and I had gone back to our dates' hotel room for some intense
sex. Despite being very drunk I remembered a good deal of it, and vividly
recalled eating Brent's thick load of cum out of Susan. I wondered if Brent
remembered that or even noticed it. And if he thought it was a big deal.

And then there was Jake. He'd staggered in half passed-out and Brent and I
had helped him recover from his night by applying some balm to his raw
asshole. That had led to us fingering my son and getting him off. Which had
then led to Brent and I shooting our loads all over Jake's ass after he had
fallen asleep. This was stuff I probably wouldn't have done if I was sober
or if Brent had't been there.

Did Jake remember much of that? Did Brent? I assumed Brent did but he
hadn't spoken of it at all. Did Kevin know about any of it? These were the
questions that came in and out of my head as we finished up breakfast and
each went about our business.

Kevin and Jake ran to the grocery store and a few other places. Brent was
washing his clothes and ran down to the drug store for a few things. I had
a couple things to take care of for work even over the holiday weekend. So
it was quiet at the apartment for the rest of the afternoon.

We all found ourselves back in the living room around six thirty. There was
talk of dinner but it turned out no one was really hungry. It had started
to rain and none of us really felt like going out anyway.

"Let's just enjoy a Sunday evening at home, boys," said Kevin. "Dad's been
here for a week but we've never all just hung out and chilled."

Jake's face changed like he was having a moment of inspiration and he
turned to me.

"Hey sad," he said. "Remember when you told me about how you and your
college roommates would sit around on Sunday nights and tell each other
about all the fun you had over the weekend? What was that called again?"

From his expression, I could tell that be very much remembered what we had
called that tradition, but he wanted to hear me say it.

"That was `Circle J Sundays', Jake" I replied with a smile. I looked over
at Kevin and Brent and saw their eyebrows go up in response. "Most of the
time we'd be talking about the people we screwed or whatever other wild
times we got up to. College boys, you know."

"The name sure sounds interesting," Brent said after taking a swig of his
beer. "And I think all of us probably had some fun last night that's worth
talking about." He looked right at me as he said that. I wondered what he
meant -- of course we'd probably give the boys the details of our four-way
with the ladies back at their hotel. But would we go into detail about what
happened with Jake afterward in the early hours? Again I wondered if Jake
even recalled any of that.

"I'm all for it!" said Kevin with enthusiasm. No big surprise that he was
in favor of anything that took things in a sexual direction, I thought to
myself. But I was all for it too. With the hangover and exhaustion faded, I
had been starting to feel a little horny again. I wondered about the pill
Brent had given me and if its effects lasted beyond a few hours.

Kevin said he had an idea and that he'd be right back, and went back to the
bedrooms.

He returned with a small box that I recognized, and began rolling a joint
for all of us to share. I couldn't help but smile. This boy was setting us
up for a fun night and I was really curious to see where things would
go. And I admit I was more than a little excited. Kevin had also managed to
shed his clothes in the sixty seconds he'd been gone, wearing only some
small red and white briefs that showed off what they were covering.

Looking up from his work as he finished what he was doing, he looked around
at us and said,

"Strip down, boys! I turned the heat up and if we're sharing dirty stories
we gotta do it right."

The rest of us just looked at one another and shrugged. I stood up and
shucked my shorts and t-shirt, leaving myself in some black boxer briefs,
one of my favorite pairs. Jake happened to freeballing so he sat back down
naked on the couch next to Kevin. His cock was soft but didn't look totally
soft.

Brent, like me, was in one of the chairs and he had gone without underwear
as well I noticed, as he tossed his basketball shorts and shirt to the
side.

"Laundry day," he said to no one in particular. I noticed Jake's eyes lock
on Brent's flaccid but still impressive cock. I realized he might not have
seen it, or at least hadn't had a good look at it, before this moment. If
Brent noticed he didn't give any indication and I felt pretty sure he
wouldn't care in the slightest.

Kevin lit the joint and took a short puff before passing it to my son.

"I'll get started", he said. And Kevin jumped into the details of what he'd
done the previous night.

"Well you guys know how the main show at the club ended. After Jake and dad
gave everyone a great show -- and it was cool seeing you up there too, Tom
-- the night started winding down, at least for those not staying for
lockdown. I was planning on staying but I got a text from this couple I
know, Edwin and Keri. They live up in Napa but like to come get a hotel
room in the city sometimes and party it up. And they usually give me a call
when they're here. We've had...a bunch of hot times. Edwin is bi and loves
getting fucked while Keri watches. And she loves it too. And we've done all
kinds of stuff in the past. Every time I hook up with them it's a little
different, so they usually are at the top of the list for me."

"Last night was kind of a last minute trip and they apologize for the short
notice, but they texted me and sent a few pics along too. Keri's pussy
spread open and Edwin bent over next to her showing off his smooth hole. I
was precumming right there in the club from seeing those. And I was at
their hotel ten minutes later."

"Shit, you guys...I got there and they had another couple there with them
who were just as hot. Their friends from up north somewhere. Aaron and
Hoshi. I think they were around my age. Both bi as well, and man I think we
did every possible combination at least once."

I noticed both Brent and Jake were more than half hard as Kevin kept
talking, and I admit I was already fully hard in my boxer briefs. All of us
were idly playing with our dicks a little.  ' Circle J Sundays', I thought
to myself. Who would have thought this tradition would come back again for
me?

Kevin continued, and was openly stroking himself, but through the briefs:

"The hottest moment for me was when we were all taking turns on
Edwin. Hoshi and Keri had strap-ons and so there were four dicks in
play. We'd all go from his ass to his mouth and back. And he was usually
stroking me or Aaron if we weren't inside him. Aaron and I bred him and
then shared our loads from his hole after. While he ate out Keri and Hoshi,
going back and forth between their pussies. Fuck, it was so wild."

Kevin stopped talking and looked around at the rest of us. I was fully hard
and had my hand under my boxers, slowly working my cock. Brent and Jake
were rock hard as well.

"Damn, son," said Brent as his fist slowly went up his thick dick and back
down. "I though Tom and I had a hot night but you might just have us beat."

"Oh yeah?" Kevin replied as he smiled and looked back and forth at
us. "Well I sure as hell wanna hear about that. Those girls were all over
you guys at the club."

"Actually I'd like to hear about Jake's night first," I said, surprising
myself more than anyone else with the request. Maybe I wanted to get more
turned on before relating my own tale? Or maybe it was the weed. But I
think I really just wanted to know what Jake remembered from last night.

My son laughed and just said,

"Ok dad, I'll tell you guys about my night. But you gotta lose the
underwear first."

"I was about to say that myself," Brent commented. "We all need to be
showing our appreciation for one another's adventures."

He stumbled over his words a little, probably due to the pot. Which made me
laugh a little since Brent was usually so well-spoken. That set us all off
on a round of giggling as Kevin and I shucked our underwear and settled
back down.

"Well, you guys know what happened at the club show, obviously," my son
began. Nodding at Brent, he continued. "Thanks to this hot daddy I won the
contest and got to be the champion of the night..."

"Wait, wait," Kevin interrupted Jake. "I think there's something else we
need to hear about before you see going."

Kevin got up, his stiff cock wagging in front of him, and went over to the
small table where we all tossed our keys and such, grabbing his phone.

"Someone texted me some pics BEFORE the finale show," he remarked as he
tapped his screen a few times. "What's the story with these, slut boy?"

He handed his phone to Jake who looked curious, and then Jake's eyes got
big with surprise as he saw the images. I already knew they were the ones I
had taken and sent to Kevin from the bathroom guy's phone. The same ones I
had on my own phone. I'd looked at them a few times earlier in the day when
I was sitting alone.

Jake's expression changed again, to one of someone trying to remember part
of a drunken night.

"Oh fuck...right...those dudes from the club who took me
downstairs. Shit. That was hot. Crazy that I didn't remember that until
just now, but.I did drink a lot last night...and Renny did give us all some
pills before the show. Wow."

My son smiled and actually looked kind of proud.

"Who took these?" He asked Kevin as he moved to hand the phone back to his
boyfriend.

"Ahem," Brent said in an exaggerated tone, and held out his hand toward
Jake.

Jake laughed and tossed the phone to Brent, who began swiping through the
photos.

"I didn't recognize the number." Kevin said, shrugging. "It looks like the
guy whose dick you were sucking took them. Do you remember who he was?"

"Nah, I was too out of it," Jake replied. Still his eyes remained with a
puzzled look, like he was trying to remember more.

I realized I was leaking precum and needed to slow down my jerking a
little. I was turned on by the fact that I knew more about this than any of
them somehow, That it was my own little secret. And I was also aroused that
my son was so casual about the fact that he was spit roasted the night
before and couldn't even remember what the men looked like. He was so free
sexually and I loved that. I wanted to be part of that world, I was
realizing more and more.

Well, here I am -- my stoned brain thought to itself...  Sharing intimate
moments with these guys who were all kind of my family, in some way. Can't
get much more free and comfortable than that.

"Tom," I heard Brent say to me. I turned and he was handing me Kevin's
phone. I took it and paged through the pics that I already knew well. I
noticed Brent was watching to see my reaction so I raised my eyebrows with
a suitable amount of surprise.

"Looks like you had your fill of cock, son," I said as I looked at him and
smiled. I handed the phone back to its owner.

"Yeah and I had a few other cocks at the club that night too."  Again, the
look of pride on Jake's face.  "At least one in the corner of the dance
floor, one out in the back alley. It's hard to remember the order they all
came in, whether it was before or after lockdown started. But at the second
show, things got pretty wild."

Jake proceeded to recount the story that Brent and I had heard the night
before, though with more coherent detail. As the winner of the lap dance
contest, Jake got to perform again on stage and get fucked by an audience
member whose name was drawn at random. My cock throbbed again both because
of how dirty and hot the whole thing was, and because I knew was had
happened next.

Two tickets had been drawn at the same time and so two guys were brought up
on stage. Jake described them both as beefy muscular types who seemed to
know one another. One was hairy and the other shaved smooth, almost like a
bodybuilder. My son got spit roasted for the second time that night, this
time on a stage with about sixty guys watching. And again, and again, as
the winners kept changing places.

Jake said the crowd was going wild and then one of the guys -- the one he
was sucking at that moment -- bent down and asked Jake if he thought he
could take them both in his ass together.

Kevin groaned as he was jerking his own cock faster.

"On fuck baby," he said to Jake as he switched to slower strokes. "I know
you've always wanted to do that at the club. Fuck..."

"Yeah I was more than ready," my son said. He was turned on by the memory
and by telling us about it, I could tell.

His head turned and he locked eyes with me as we both were jacking our
cocks.

"I told those daddies they could do whatever they wanted with me. So one
got under me and...fuck it was so intense. Feeling the second guy slide in
alongside the first one. It's been a while since I've taken two..."

"Not really...," Kevin said with a laugh.

Jake's eyes closed for a second as he smiled but then opened again and he
was still looking right at me.

"Fuck you. These guys were both BIG. It felt like the first time doing
it. And looking out and seeing everyone watching. I think I might have cum
in my jock but I don't even know. The feeling of them both in me was
like...taking up my whole brain. Feeling them thrust together. Ughhh..."

Jake broke our eye contact and his head went backward, and I was surprised
to see him start shooting a load of cum all over his stomach.

"Yeah," I heard Brent shout, almost like he was watching a team score a
goal.

The rest of us kept stroking as we watch Jake finished what looked like a
great orgasm. None of us were ready to shoot yet but we all felt the
intensity of the moment.

"Mmmmm...," Jake moaned slowly as he came back to himself and looked around
at us. "Yeah...so. That was pretty incredible. Something I'd fantasized
about but never thought it would happen. A nice way to end the night.  I
think those guys carried me off the stage, I was so worn out. I remember
being in the back office on the couch with my boss. Renny had my head in
his lap and was giving me some water."

"Did Renny bring you home last night?" Kevin asked.

We were all still palming our cocks but the fever of the last few minutes
had subsided a bit.

"Um...," Jake said, again looking like he was struggling to remember things
clearly. "I think so? I remember being in his car for sure. And...I don't
think I had any pants on."  He laughed at his own comment.

"But...I don't really emember coming into the apartment," he said, seeming
to settle for the fact that he wasn't going to recall anything more.

"Well I hope it was Renny, cuz someone fucked you good last night after you
got home. There was a huge load of cum on your pretty ass when I got back
early this morning," Kevin said, looking at Jake.

"Yeah and you couldn't help but add your own to it, I remember that," Jake
said as looked at his boyfriend with a mischievous grin. "I remember that
much, at least."

"Did you guys see who came in with me last night?" Jake asked, turning to
me and Brent.

Brent and I just shot each other a look, and he raised his eyebrows at
me. I had the clear sense that he was going to let me answer this one.

"I...remember hearing some stuff, but we were pretty dead asleep after the
fun we had with the girls," I replied. "Sorry, I didn't get a sense of who
else might have been here."

I saw Brent smile out of the corner of my eye.

The club bathroom. The pics. Brent and I working over Jake's raw hole and
both blowing loads on it. I could keep these things to myself, at least for
a little while, right?

"Well let's hear about your night," Jake said, chasing the subject as he
remained focused on me. His look changed to one of naughty curiosity. "I
wanna hear about where that hot daddy cock ended up."

"It ended up in both ends of both those ladies you guys met last night," I
said, staring back at him. I might have even lowered my voice a bit to
sound a little more braggish, almost comically.

Kevin laughed for a quick second and then he looked at me with some
admiration.

"Well said, daddy Tom, well said. But give us the details!"

I smiled and recounted how the night had gone once we got back to the
hotel. Brent chimed in now and them to add a detail or just agree with
something, but pretty much it was me telling the story. It was fun watching
my son and Kevin stroke as I talked. Jake was back to fully hard as I got
to the end of my description of our four-way:

"...and after Brent finished off in her, she climbed up and shoved her wet
pussy right in my face."

The boys' reactions were priceless, as if I had just revealed the plot
twist in a crime novel. Hoots and hollers for a moment before they settled
down and stroked faster.

"You ate my dad's load out of her didn't you?" Kevin asked, both his and
Jake's eyes intent on me.

"You bet I did," I immediately shot back. "And that cum was so tasty, I
blew my own load into the other pussy as I swallowed it."

My cock was leaking as I stroked it faster, turned on by both the memory
and the guys' reaction to it. Jake looked like he was a mix of proud and
excited. Brent just had a goofy grin on his face.

"Fuck," Kevin said. "It's been years since I've gotten to eat one of dad's
loads out of a girl. But you're right, Tom. It's fucking tasty as
fuck. Nothing like it."

Kevin's matter-of-fact statement surprised me and also made me ooze more
precum. I loved how close he and Brent were, how nasty they had gotten in
the past. Without him saying so, I knew Jake wanted to be that close with
me. I remember watching him taste my load from Alan's mouth, watching it
run out of his mouth, down the side of his face. Jake had cum as he tasted
me, just like I did when I tasted Brent.

It felt like tonight was a real convergence of everything that had happened
during the previous month. Even though there were a few things I was
keeping to myself, the openness we were all sharing was intoxicating beyond
the effects of the alcohol or pot.

"What about you, daddy Brent?" I heard Jake ask. Were they both calling us
both daddy now? I had to admit, I liked hearing it.

"What about me, Jake?" Brent replied. "Your dad's story is my story from
last night too. And he told it pretty damn good, I almost shot another load
here just from his trip down memory lane."

I did notice that Brent was also leaking a good amount of pre, his cockhead
was dark purple and glistening in the light from the window. HIs nuts were
pulled up close but still sagged from their own weight, moving slowly as he
stroked.

My son wasn't going to let him off that easy.

"Well then go back to earlier this week, if you had some fun. Or a story
from home. We just wanna hear about a hot time you had recently," Jake
said, egging him on in an amusing way. It reminded me a little bit of back
when he was an insistent child.

"Yeah dad," Kevin added. "Now that I think about it, before this week I
haven't heard much from you at all about hookups or girlfriends or
parties. Hope you're not in a dry spell, old man."

Kevin was starting to sound teasing and competitive, clearly trying to
provoke Brent into some kind of lurid tale.

Brent got quiet and looked down at the floor for a moment, his cock
stroking slowing down and stopping. I figured maybe he was trying to
remember something or possibly being dramatic as part of the banter with
Kevin.

"Yeah Kev...about that," Brent began. "I had a thing going on for a few
months, right up to the week before I came out here. I was gonna tell you
about it but..."

Brent trailed off, looking up again but not right at any of us.

"HA!" Kevin exclaimed. "I figured that was it. You always get a little
quiet when you find someone you really like."

Brent smiled to himself and I could tell that Kevin had hit home. There was
a special someone he was thinking of. But it sounded like maybe it had just
ended?

"Yeah that's it, more or less." Brent said, looking up again Kevin again
for the first time.

It was amusing to see the usually brash Brent looking so sheepish, but it
was also these unguarded moments that helped us all feel closer.

After a moment of silence, Kevin got back on his dad's case.

"Sooooo...what's her name, pops? Where did you meet her, how hot is she?
Come on!"

Brent took a deep breath and sighed, and then said,

"Yeah well the thing is...it's a he. His name is Javi. Javier. It's not
going on anymore but...it was for a few months."

The silence that followed his statement would have been almost comical in
another situation. Even the wet sounds of our mutual stroking stopped. We
are all a little bit shocked at what Brent had just said.

"Um...," Kevin finally said. "Are you kidding me?"

Kevin looked like he was waiting for his dad to drop the punchline.

"I'm serious, Kev. I...I know it's weird to hear that from me. I didn't
expect it myself, it was just..."

Brent faltered a few times before he seemed to get the gumption to start
talking about it.

"So he really snuck up on me. You know me, I `m no prude but I've always
been one for the ladies. Maybe some fun with a guy during a three-way or
something but I never was interested in more. But then..."

He faltered again and surprised me by looking over at me. There was
strength in his eyes but I think he was also looking for some
support. Kevin wasn't giving any kind of reaction and I understood that
Brent felt vulnerable in front of the only person he really cared deeply
about in the world.

"Hey man," I said to him. "Just tell us how it started and how things moved
along. You're with family, and I mean all of us."

I hoped I wasn't speaking out of turn with regard to Kevin. But I knew in
my heart that when the shock passed he'd be supportive of his dad.

Brent smiled at me quickly and continued.

"So Javier was a server at the restaurant. He started and everyone liked
him right away. He was 16 and even though we didn't ask questions, everyone
kind of knew he was undocumented and wasn't in school. But he was super
dedicated and a hard worker. After a few weeks he opened up to some of us
and told us about how his parents had kicked him out of their house for
being gay, and he'd been on his own for a year or so. Working various jobs
in Miami."

"One day I went out back and he was out there crying. Like full-on
bawling. He told me his living situation had fallen apart, some sublet from
a subletter deal that was shady, sounded like. He didn't have anywhere to
go that night. So I told him he could crash at my house for a little
while. We went and got his clothes and stuff after work and I let him have
one of the guest rooms."

"He was so grateful and kept thanking me and telling me he'd pay rent and
all that, but I let him know he didn't need to worry about it. We'd go to
work together some days when he was on the early shift and after a week or
so we kind of had a routine going at home. And you know, it was kinda cool
having someone live there with me, especially having breakfast together and
stuff."

"One night we were watching a movie and he sat down next to me on the couch
and cuddled up a little bit. If I'm being honest, I didn't even think
anything of it. He was so young and I had started feeling kinda paternal
toward him. I put my arm around him and we watched the rest of the movie
that way. Afterward we got up and it was late and went to our rooms."

"I was climbing into bed and he came in and asked if we could cuddle a
little more. I kinda figured there was more to his request than just
wanting comfort but...I don't know. I had enjoyed the closeness on the
couch and so I said sure. I was already naked and he was out of his cute
little briefs before I could even say anything, and the next thing I knew
his head was on my shoulder and arm across my chest and leg across mine. My
arm around him and all that. It did feel nice and I got to sleep pretty
quick."

"Later I woke up and he was playing with my cock and kissing my neck. Took
me a while to realize what was happening. I was worried about pushing him
away and him feeling rejected and I just...I mean it felt nice too. And I
was getting turned on and so I just went with it. Kissed him back. It
was...different. And fun. And felt new and naughty and all that
stuff. And...that's how it started."

Brent paused and looked at all of us. Jake was stroking his cock again
slowly, as was I. Picturing Brent with a younger guy all over him was
getting me turned on, and Brent's cock was coming back to life as well as
he told the story, even if he wasn't touching it.

Kevin was idly playing with his cock but it was soft. His eyes were still
fixed on his dad.

"And you guys...were like dating?" Kevin asked. Still clearly having
trouble believing that his dad had gotten involved with a man.

"I'm not sure I would say `dating', Kev," Brent replied. "I didn't want
anyone at the restaurant to know that there was something going on. They
all knew he was staying with me but nothing else. And because of his age
and all. But...I didn't really chase after anyone else while Javier was
there. He kept me pretty busy anyway. With sex, I mean."

"Had he been with many guys before?" Jake asked.

"More than me," Brent said with a chuckle. "But yeah...he had some
experience. Eventually he told me about his uncle and cousin back home,
they introduced him to sex as a younger guy. The uncle was the black sheep
of the family, for being gay and for being interested in younger guys as
well. And then when they all found out Javier was involved, that's when the
shit all hit the fan. He ran away and never went back."

"So he knew a lot already and...man he couldn't get enough of my cock. He
wanted me to fuck him every morning and usually once or twice later in the
day. I hadn't had so many blowjobs in years either. Nothing like the energy
of a teenager I guess. The little horny fucker kinda reminded me of you in
a lot of ways, Kevin."

I heard Kevin inhale sharply after that comment but he didn't say anything.

"So what happened?" I asked Brent. "Sounds like it's not a thing anymore?"

"A couple weeks ago he heard from his aunt who lives in New York. He had
been talking to her on and off. She was the only member of his family in
the US and they had been close when he was a boy. She wanted him to come
live with her and had been trying to figure something out. When she called
she said she'd gotten him enrolled in a college program and that he needed
to get up there ASAP. So...he went."

"He had only lived with me a few months but during that time I wasn't with
anyone else. Wasn't even thinking about anyone else. I fell pretty hard for
this kid and it threw me, but I didn't worry about it too much. Just kinda
went with it like I usually do. We fucked. A lot. Like I said he couldn't
get enough of my cock. But there were also a lot of other times, laughing
in bed. Making out. Helping him figure out his life. It was a weird mix..."

Brent looked at Kevin at that point. His cock was hard again but he wasn't
stroking it.

"Kevin, he reminded me of you in some ways. I know that seems weird. But I
missed you a lot during that time. I wish you could have met him. Maybe you
will one day, I don't know. But after he left I knew I needed to come spend
some time with you. You and Jake. And it's been wonderful. I wasn't sure
how to tell you about Javier or if I even should. But...I'm glad I did."

There was some silence. Then Kevin stood up and walked slowly over to his
father. Bent down and gave him a hiss on the forehead and put his hand on
his dad's hairy chest for a moment.

"I love you, dad," he said. "You know that. And don't worry about anything,
okay? But I'm feeling a little shell-shocked and I wanna go be alone for a
little bit. I'm cool, I promise."

He then walked back toward the bedrooms and didn't look at me or Jake. It
had seemed like his voice broke for a moment but maybe that was just me
hearing things. I was a little worried about him, I hand't ever seen
something affect him like that before.

I looked and Brent and Jake and said quietly,

"Should one of you go talk to him? Is he okay?"

They exchanged a glance and seemed to agree on something.

"Dad," Jake said. "Kevin rarely says he needs alone time but when he does,
it's best to let him have it. I've just learned that. He'll be okay."

I was a little unsatisfied with that answer but I also felt like I should
defer to the two people who knew him best.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," Brent said. "I feel like I ruined the whole circle jerk
thing with my story. I should have picked a better time."

"You're still hard, Brent," Jake observed. And indeed he was.

My son looked like he was pondering something for half a second and then he
got up and walked over to Brent, just like Kevin had. I could still see
Jake's own load drying on his stomach. He stopped in front of Brent, facing
him, and I wasn't sure what was going to happen.

Then Jake got down on his knees and grabbed Brent's thighs. He opened his
mouth and started to suck Brent's cock.

He started with the already-wet cockhead but quickly was taking more and
more. Going at the perfect pace, slow and tender. Brent held on to his cock
for a moment until Jake got almost all the way down. I heard him let out a
gasp that became a low moan.

Jake got to work and was soon going all the way down, despite Brent's
size. My own cock returned to full mast as I watched him at work.  Brent's
cock was thick and I was impressed Jake swallowed it so easily. With his
eyes closed tight, he looked satisfied and intensely focused. Brent opened
his eyes and looked at me as he settled his hands on Jake's shoulders. He
stared at me for a few moments. This man I had gotten to know so well, so
quickly. Who had become a friend. Whose cum I had tasted the night
before. He was getting his cock sucked by my son and I was sitting there
watching. And fuck if I wasn't turned on. I stroked myself and Brent smiled
and them closed his eyes and let his head fall back on the chair.

My son was enjoying every moment. I saw one hand had move to Brent's balls
while his other found its way to Brent's chest and belly, rubbing though
the hair tenderly.  As Jake moved back and forth on his knees, I got a few
peeks at his hole, still red and puffy from all the action the night
before. And I could see he was rock hard.

Jake had had a thing for Brent for a while, I knew. And I couldn't blame
him. Brent was magnetic and incredibly hot. I was glad Jake was getting
this moment. That they both were.

After a few minutes, I was still enjoying watching them, but I wasn't sure
I wanted to make myself cum yet.  There was a sense of unfinished
business. Someone in our group was missing. Despite what Jake had said, I
hadn't totally bought that Kevin needed to be alone. He had been affected
by Brent's revelation and I felt my own paternal instincts gnawing at
me. Maybe he needed a friend right now, not a dad or a lover.

I quietly got up without Jake or Brent seeming to notice and made my way
back to the boys' room. The door wasn't totally shut and I pushed it open a
bit with a light knock.

"Hey Kev...you okay, bud?" I asked tentatively.

I saw Kevin was on the bed, still naked but laying on his side and facing
away from me. He moved more onto his back and looked at me in the
doorway. His face was a mix of emotions, and he seemed uneasy In spite of
that, he smiled gently as I stepped into the room.

"Hey, Tom," he said, and sniffed a little. "I...um...hey."

He stopped and looked like he wasn't sure what to say.

Remembering my son's boldness from a few minutes before, I stepped over to
the bed and climbed on, and scooted up behind Kevin. I was the big spoon.
Wrapped my arms around him like I had so many times with Jake over the
years. Kevin sighed deeply and we just laid there for a while.

"Thank you," he whispered.


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