Date: Sun, 26 Jul 2020 14:56:22 -0700 From: Spike Meyers Subject: Uncle Carl, Gay, Incest, 9 of 10 Preamble Author: Spike Meyers Date: 07/10/2020 E-Mail: SpikeMeyers@gmail.com Donate: Please consider donating to this website. Without your donations, Nifty may not be able to keep this site up and running for your reading pleasure. Whatever you can afford will be appreciated. Notice: This story is a work of fiction and contains explicit sexual material. It may also include, incest, sex between a minor(s) and an adult males(s), and sexual fetish. If you are offended by such material, do not read this work of fiction. The character(s) in this work are not based on any known person(s). Uncle Carl -- Part 9 of 10 Douglas grabbed them some drinks and they went out to the lanai. The boys were running around in the back yard playing with Winston. "Sit baby" Douglas said to Carl. "I want to hear all about your camping trip with the boys." Carl started giving Douglas a detailed synopsis of their camping trip, however, he left the part out about their sexual festivities in the creek with the boys, and their after-dinner activity with Andrew. "Yes, good afternoon. My name is Colton Walker. I'd like to make an appointment with Ms. Fry at her earliest convenience please" Colt said to the receptionist on the phone. Colt held the line while she checked the attorney's availability. "That's perfect" Colt said. "Thank you very much," and hung up the phone. Douglas answered the door in the exact same fashion as he did for Carl. "Come on in baby." He said to Colt. "Carl's on the lanai, and the boys are playing with Winston. What can I get you to drink?" he asked. "I'd like some of your iced tea that Josh loves so much" Colt responded. "You got it sexy. I'll meet you on the lanai." Colt walked out and sat down next to Carl in the sofa. Douglas walked out, and set Colt's drink on the table in front of him. "Carl has been filling me in on the fun you guys had at the campsite. I'm glad you had a lovely time." Douglas said. "Perhaps one of these days, Martin and I could tag along, once I work up the courage of course. I have a tendency to appreciate the modern conveniences a bit more than Martin." Colt told them that he made an appointment with the divorce attorney for 3 o'clock the next day. The three of them chatted briefly about that and Colt said that he needed to run to the supermarket. "You know, I have to check my P.O. Box," Carl said, "So I'll tag along; we'll take the truck." Colt looked at Douglas, "Douglas, if you wouldn't mind, can the boys hang-out here with you until we get back?" Colt asked. Douglas waived his hand thru the air, "Of course! He said enthusiastically. Just give me a call when you get back and I'll bring them over. No problem." Carl stopped first to check his P.O. Box, since it was on the way, then they went to the market. Carl dropped Colt off at the front of the store. "I'll be parked around the side" Carl said, pointing in that direction. Colt jumped out quickly and went into the store. Carl pulled around the side of the building, and found a shady area to park the truck. He backed into the space, rolled down the windows, and shut the engine off. Carl leaned his head back, and closed his eyes. He spread his legs, and scooched down in the truck and waited for Colt. He let his mind drift back to last night with Andrew. He remembered how hard Colt was fucking him and his cock began to twitch. He rested his hand on his stiffening manhood and squeezed gently. He remembered how Colt's body felt in his hands while they showered together, and his offer to suck him off before he called Martin. He let his legs fall to the side, still spread wide apart, and wrapped his hard over his hardon in his shorts. He pulled down his zipper, and stuck his hand inside, and gently rubbed his hard shaft. He pulled his dick, feeling the breeze as it passed thru the truck. He wrapped his hand around his cock and slowly started to stroke. He looked at his throbbing meat, and started bouncing it against the steering wheel, leaving snail-trails on the steering wheel. He could so easily cum right now and shoot all over the steering wheel but, decided not to simply because he didn't want to have to clean up the mess. Instead, he continued to slowly stroke his cock, scrape off the goo, and lick his finger clean. He saw someone come around the corner pushing a store trolly; he recognized Colt immediately. He reached out the window with his left arm, and waved to get Colt's attention, maintaining a grip on his cock with his right. Colt waved back, and walked towards the truck. Colt opened the back door of the truck, and started to put the bags on the floor of the truck behind the front seat. He closed the back door of the truck, pushed the trolly to the curb, opened the front passenger door of the truck, and stopped cold in his tracks. "Oh, fuck me!" he said loudly, and looked over at Carl. The sight of Carl, sitting behind the wheel in his truck, his throbbing cock sticking straight up out of his zipper, was far too much for him to ignore. "Eat me brother!" Carl said. Colt cast caution to the wind and practically dove into the truck, lying across the bench seat, his legs hanging off the seat, and out of the passenger door. He pounced on Carl's cock and started sucking him hard right there in the parking lot. Carl moaned as Colt took his hard cock down his throat. "Suck me off Colt. Make me cum!" Carl growled. After about a dozen bobs up and down his cock, Carl felt his imminent eruption shooting out of the head of his cock. He growled thru clenched teeth, spraying the windshield in spittle. He grabbed Colt's head and pushed him down on his cock, spewing down Colt's throat. He released his grip on his head in just a few seconds. Colt came halfway up his cock, and Carl felt him swallowing. Colt was moaning loudly, and continued to suck his cock softly, seemingly wanting even more of Carl's yummy cock juice. Colt released Carl's cock and let it fall onto his thigh. "Fuck! That was so hot Carl. Damn my dick is so hard!" Colt pushed himself up on the seat, and slid down to stand on the pavement, the truck door still wide open. Carl let his body fall to the side of on the bench seat and scooted towards Colt a little. He reached over and started to unbutton Colt's shorts. Colt lowered his zipper, and pulled his pants open to let his hard dick pop out. Carl looked at Colt's cock throbbing to his heart beat, and scooped up the ooze on the end of his cock with his tongue." "Feed me Colt. I want your load." Carl growled. He opened his mouth, and sucked in Colt's cock. Colt grabbed and handful of Carl's hair and started to slide his dick in and out of Carl's hot mouth. He alternated shoving his cock down Carl's throat, to small little jabs in Carl's mouth with just the head of his cock. With no warning to Carl, Colt let lose in his mouth, shooting ropes of jizz. "Eat it" Colt commanded. "Eat my cum." Carl swallowed every drop and then stuck his tongue in Colt's piss slit for any remaining spunk not ejected. Colt fell on top of him, almost sliding down the truck to the pavement. He recovered his balance quickly and stood up, his cock still in his brother's mouth. "I fucking can't believe we just did that!" Colt said. "We have to be out of our minds to do such a thing." No sooner did he say that, and a car drove by. Colt felt a jolt of excitement as the car drove by, his cock still in Carl's mouth, and the people in the car hadn't a clue. Carl released Colt's dick, sat up in the seat, and scooted back behind the wheel. "Shall we go home?" he asked, as Colt was stuffing his bits back into his shorts. "Let's go home!" Colt said, a very happy smile on his face. "Good afternoon. My name is Colton Walker. I have a 3 o'clock with Ms. Fry." The receptionist glanced at the clock, and then at the phone console. "You're just a tad early Mr. Walker. Ms. Fry should be finishing up with a conference call. Please have a seat, and I'll let her know you are here." Colt took a seat and looked around the waiting room. It was very nicely decorated, but modest, and not too frou-frou. It had a lot of light, plants, decent art prints on the wall, a very attractive area rug on the floor, and comfortable, leather furniture, with a traditional coffee table. It was very comfortable. He waited about seven minutes, and a door opened on the other side of the room. A woman stepped thru into the waiting room. She was attired in a dark blue, St. John business suit, that fit her perfectly. She was about 5' 7" tall, long dark hair, blue eyes, about 115 pounds, and very little makeup. She was an attractive woman. "Mr. Walker. Hello, I'm Genevieve Fry. You can call me Jenny." She extended her hand to Colt. "Please, won't you please follow me," she said, turned around, and headed to the door on the other side of the room. She walked into her office, stepped to the side, and invited Colt to enter with a gestured wave of her arm. She closed the door behind him. She walked over and stood behind her desk. She extended her hand, with an open palm, to the two leather chairs in front of her desk. "Please, Mr. Walker, have a seat" she said. Colt walked over and took a seat. Jenny sat down after Colt. "So, Mr. Walker, how can I help you?" she asked. Colt looked at her and said, "I guess the obvious answer is, my wife and I have decided to divorce, and we don't know where to begin." She clasped her hands together and said, "First, let me say that I am very sorry to hear that. Divorcing can be one of the most incredibly painful things to endure; it's like a death in the family. They can also be extremely complex, and very sticky. So, we are going to start with me asking you an entire constellation of very personal questions. It's vital that you are painfully honest with me Mr. Walker, and tell me the absolute truth." They spent the next hour and thirty minutes with her asking questions, and him giving answers, and that was just the first round. By the time Colt left her office, he felt like he had run a marathon; he was spent. Colt got in his car and called Carl. "Hey baby, I'm going to stop and pick up dinner tonight at El Taco Asado on the way home. I'm leaving Jenny's office now. Would you like something other than your usual? Colt started the car and waited for Carl's answer. "No babe, the usual is fine. I'll see you when I get home. I'll be home soon and you can catch me up." Colt pulled the car into the garage and was glad to be home. He walked into the kitchen and sat dinner in the middle of the kitchen table. He walked over to the phone, and called Douglas next door. Not ten minutes later, he heard the boys come through the front door. Douglas and the boys walked into the kitchen. The boys ran to their dad and threw their arms around him. Douglas walked over, pulled out a chair, and sat down. "How did it go at Jenny's?" Douglas asked. "It was good. She asked a shit-load of personal questions. It felt as if I was in an interrogation. To be honest, it was very tiring; and that was just the beginning. She is going to send both me and Deb, a packet, for the lack of a better term, that we each have to complete, and send back to her. She will review these packets, and apparently compare mine to Deb's to check for any discrepancies, and get back to us individually." "Does Deb know to expect this packet? Douglas asked. "She knows that I was going to meet with Jenny, but not about the packet. I just learned about it today, so I'll drop her a text and give her a heads-up. I think that Jenny will want to talk to her about it personally first anyway." "Well, at least you have the wheel in motion Colton; it's progress. I'm going to take my leave handsome. Please say hello to Carlson for me, won't you?" Douglas kissed him on the cheek and let himself out. "Boys, look what I brought home for dinner. Colt said, as he picked up on of the bags from the center of the table. "El Taco Asado" he said happily. "You guys hungry?" "I sure am" Carl said stepping into the kitchen. The boys called to him. "Uncle Carl, you're home" and ran over and wrapped themselves around him. He bent over and patted the boys on the rump. "I'm happy to be home" he said, smiling at his welcome. He walked over to Carl, bent down, and kissed him on the neck. "How's my baby?" he whispered in Colt's ear. "Happy you're home" Colt whispered back. Colt grabbed the dinner bags from the center of the table and placed them on the kitchen counter. He grabbed a handful of plates from the cabinet and began to set the table. "Why don't you boys go and wash up for dinner. Everything will be ready when you come back down." Carl went upstairs with the boys to wash up. On their way out of the bathroom, Jake darted into his bedroom. Carl walked over to the doorway, looked in, and saw Jake removing his clothes. Josh ran in and started disrobing with his brother. "You boys ready now?" Carl asked. They stood there naked, nodding their heads. "Come on then, let's not keep your dad waiting." They walked into the kitchen, Colt turned, and said, "There's my sexy men. Have a seat loves, everything is ready." After dinner, the boys went upstairs to their bedroom, and Carl helped Colt clean up the kitchen. "So, how did it go with the attorney today?" Carl asked. "Let's take a bath. I'll tell you everything in the tub." Colt said. Carl started the bath water, added the bath salts, and the bubbles, as Colt checked on the boys. Carl was already in the tub when Colt walked into the bathroom. He stepped out of his clothes as Carl watched his every move, desire in his eyes. Colt stood before him, before slowly stepping in the tub. Colt leaned back into Carl, enjoyed being submerged in the warm water, almost as much as he enjoyed Carl's, strong arms wrapped around him. Carl, started to nibble on Colt's ear lobe. "God" he whispered in his ear, "You are so beautiful!" "What about Andrew?" Colt asked. "Sure, Andrew is drop-dead gorgeous; he's got everything. He's all that and a bag of chips, but he's not you baby. For me, there's no comparison. You're it. You exude sex and don't even know it." Colt turned over to face Carl. He felt Carl's hard cock beneath him. "You for me, and me for you. Isn't that how the song goes?" Colt asked. Carl ran his tongue over Colt's lips. Colt kissed him hard and pressed his hard cock against Carl's. Carl reached down and grabbed Colt's ass as they continued to grind their cocks together. After just a few minutes, Colt panted in Carl's mouth, "Fuck!" You're going to make me cum already!" Colt locked onto Carl's mouth as he shot his load against Carl's hard cock. Carl felt Colt's cock throbbing against his and it made him cum, their spewing cocks mixing their cum together in the warm water. Colt's body went limp, and collapsed on top of Carl. Carl started to slowly run his fingers thru Colt's hair with one hand, and rub his back all the way down to his firm, round ass with the other. It wasn't long before Carl felt, his peaceful, steady breathing on his neck, telling Carl that his brother fell asleep on top of him. Over the next several weeks, life went on. They worked, played with the boys, they visited more frequently with Douglas and Martin, Colt met with Jenny from time to time, Carl and Colt had sex, the boys had sex, they all had sex together. Life was good. The boys became well versed with man on boy, boy on boy, boy on man sex. Jake was horny all the time; he was always a willing participant, and often times, the instigator; especially with his Uncle Carl. He loved sucking his Uncle off and swallowing his load. He would do it every day if he could. If Carl couldn't accommodate him for some reason, he'd ask his dad. He just loved sucking dick, eating cum, and piss play; that was Jake. As the time approached for Deb to come home, Carl and Colt started to prepare themselves to be apart. They were very worried about how the boys would be affected, so they prepared them as best they could. They talked with the boys frequently, almost on a daily basis, the week Deb would be arriving home. The night before Deb came home, they spent most of their time in bed together; all four of them. They sucked, fucked, pissed, cum, and everything in between as the last hurrah for who knew how long. When the morning came to pick Deb up at the airport, Carl stayed at the house with the boys. The boys wanted to stay naked as long as they could before their mom got home. Carl had already cleared out the guest room of all his belongings and took everything back to his place. Carl even let Jake suck him off one last time after his father left for the airport. Carl received Colt's text letting him know they were on their way home. Carl made sure that the boys got dressed and everything was in order for Deb's return. He even checked under the beds for used cum rags, then realized that cum rarely goes to waste with Colt and the boys so that was useless. He joined the boys in their room and waited for Colt and Deb get home. "Boys! Your mom is home." Colt yelled out to them, as he walked thru the front door. Carl followed the boys down the stairs. When Deb saw the boys, she knelt down and extended her arms. The boys ran over to her and gave her a big hug. They really were happy to see her. "I missed you guys so much" she told them. She stood up and looked at Carl. Carl walked over to her and gave her a sincere hug and a welcome home. "It's good to see you Deb" he said. "I'll grab the rest of your bags out of the car." Deb smiled and said, "Thanks Carl. I appreciate it." They all took a seat in the living room and talked, shared stories, laughed, talked about Winston, their camping trip, and Deb told them all about Chicago. What a great city it is, and all of the restaurants, theatres, and the list went on. She told them how much she likes it there. Colt thought to himself that she was sort of preparing the boys in case she got the job and wound up moving there. Carl brought the bags in, and set them in the hallway upstairs. He did not want to presume one bedroom or the other. The hallway was a neutral place to put them. After about 30 minutes, he stood up and announced that he was going to hit the road and go home. Carl walked over and gave Deb a hug goodbye. She hugged Carl and whispered, "Thanks for everything Carl. I can't tell you how much it meant to me you staying here with the boys. I mean it. Thank you so much." Carl pat her on the shoulder and said, "It was my pleasure Deb; really. You know how much they mean to me," and released his hold on her. Colt walked up and gave Carl a hug goodbye. "Thanks brother, see you soon," and stepped back. The boys came over and wrapped their arms around Carl, "Bye Uncle Carl" Josh said, "see you later." Jake squeezed his uncle, never looking up, "Bye" he said, and went over at sat down on the loveseat. With a wave of his hand, Carl stepped thru the door, and was gone. Colt felt a lump in his throat and forced himself to maintain composure. He cleared his throat, and said, "Are you hungry Deb?" I made tuna for lunch. All I have to do is toss the salad and we are good to go. "That sounds wonderful!" Deb said, "I love your tuna. I am hungry; my body is two hours ahead of you guys, so I could definitely use something to eat." After lunch, the boys went back up to their room. Colt was finishing up the dishes, Deb still seated at the table. "When do you go back to work Deb?" Colt asked. "The day after tomorrow. I scheduled an extra day so I could recoup from flying, the time change, and all of that." Deb walked over to the fridge, opened the door, and grabbed a beer. "We're different now" she said. "Don't you think?" Colt looked over at her, a confused look on his face. "I don't understand." Colt said. "Us; you, and me. It just feels different; distant-like, a bit awkward." Colt walked over to the fridge, grabbed a beer, and sat down at the table across from Deb. "I'm not sure I would call it distant. I don't feel distant from you Deb. We will forever and always be connected, for the rest of our lives; not as man and wife, but definitely as mom & dad. I'll admit it does feel very different, and I'm not entirely sure how to describe what that difference is. Perhaps it's just because we came out to each other; we have finally accepted who we are and have always been. Better late than never, I guess. Can you honestly imagine, knowing what we know now, staying married to each other for the rest of our lives? We would wind up loathing each other, and ourselves; we'd be completely miserable. I'm absolutely sure of it. There was always a part of me that felt we were broken; a couple, but not really. Especially the last several years. I just never permitted myself to think about why I felt that way. Now that I know, it all makes sense. We're gay Deb, we don't belong together as a couple. I think that's what we're feeling here. I think that's the difference you are feeling. Not that we don't love each other, not that we don't care about each other, not that I blame you, or you blame me, or any of that nonsense. I personally don't think that way in the least. There is absolutely no fault here Deb. I hope you see it the same way. I think that it's probably accepting that as a couple, you and I have run our course. I'm sorry, I did not intend to get on my podium and pontificate." Deb took a sip of her beer, "No, I didn't think you were pontificating. It makes sense. Perhaps you are right. Our lives are kind of turned upside down; coming out to each other, the job thing in Chicago, getting divorced, trying to figure out how best to explain all of this to the boys. Life feels upside down, and scary right now; it's complicated." "With regard to the boys" Colt started. "I had the sex talk with them about two months ago. I sat them down one afternoon and we talked for hours. I was very explicit with them, body parts, fluids, gay, straight, bi, the whole works. I spoke to them honestly and answered all of their questions. I have not, however, told them that both of their parents are gay, and I have not mentioned anything about the Chicago opportunity." Colt could see the relief in Deb's face. "You told them everything?" she asked. "Absolutely everything" Colt said. "I left nothing, and I mean, nothing out. When we tell them we're gay, it's not going to be a problem. They have known for years that their Uncle Doug and Uncle Marty are gay. They also know that Carl is gay. I believe that it's going to be a non-issue." Deb sighed in relief. "That makes me feel so much better Colt. I was freaking out about telling them; talk about a double-whammy. Hey boys, both of your parents are gay." Colt took a big swig on his beer. "OK, let me ask you this Deb. If you are offered the Chicago position, are you going to accept it? Be brutally honest; yes or no." Deb took a deep breath. "Yes, I'm going to take the job if they offer it to me. I can't believe I said that out loud." "Are you pissed?" she asked Colt. "You think I'm the worst mother in the world; don't you?" Carl looked at her dead in the eyes. "No Deb, I'm not pissed. I think that it's a great career move for you. You have worked hard, you deserve this. I just hope for you, that you are going to be able to handle not being with the boys on a daily basis. My heart hurts for you about that." "I thought hard about that" Deb said. The brutal truth is Colt, the boys have always been so attached to you; whenever they scraped their knee, or had any type of conflict, you were always the one they ran to. It was always you. Don't you think that I have noticed over the years how much Jake adores his Uncle Carl. When Carl is here, it's as if I don't exist to Jake. When was the last time you saw Josh sit on my lap? He is on you constantly. The boys are all about their dad, or their Uncle Carl. I'm not saying they don't love me because they do; I know that. But I am painfully aware how much our boys love their dad, and their Uncle Carl. I have learned to try and put that in perspective. I have traveled so much for my job, and have been gone for long periods of time, it's logical they are so attached to you. You work from home; you're always with them. You're here when they leave for school, and you're here when they get home. I am also very aware of the fact that it is just not in my nature to be demonstrative. Maybe in part, it's because of my job. We are trained to not become emotionally involved with patients. I don't know, maybe that's just an excuse. You, on the other hand, and even Carl for that matter, have always been just the opposite. It is best for the boys happiness and wellbeing that they stay here with you. They are content here; this is the only house they have ever lived in. This is their home; this is where they belong. Displacing them is definitely not in their best interest. We have the phone, facetime, skype. For the boys, I suspect it won't be too much different for them. They are used to me being away for weeks at a time. That's what I concentrate on; they will adjust and be ok." "I'm glad we talked Deb. It's so much better in person as opposed to online or over the phone. You want another beer?" Colt asked. "Nah, I'm good. I'm going to go up and move my things into the guest room. The boys are going to most-likely ask us about that. We're going to have to tell them soon about the divorce." Colt nodded his head, "I agree. Let's play it by ear until it feels like the right moment. Agreed?" Deb nodded her head as she stood up and slid the chair in. Colt followed Deb up that stairs. He decided to keep the boys busy until Deb moved her things into the guest room. "Hey guys" let's go over to Uncle Doug's and play with Winston. Colt escorted the boys out of the bedroom. As the boys headed down the stairs, Colt popped his head into the master bedroom and told Deb they were going next door. She looked over, and gave him the thumbs up. Douglas escorted Colt and the boys out to the lanai. Winston was so happy to see the boys he was jumping up and down all around them. The boys ran out to the back yard, Winston following behind and barking. "Sit baby" Douglas said to Colt. "I take it Deb is home?" he inquired. Colt took a sip of his iced tea and nodded his head. "She is. Carl is at work, he stayed with the boys this morning until we got back. She is moving her things into the guest room as we speak. We thought it best to not let the boys see her doing that until we tell them we are divorcing. That is obviously going to have to happen sooner than later." Douglas set his glass of red on the table. "When do you think you are going to tell the boys?" Douglas asked. "We are kind of playing it by ear; waiting for the right time; possibly today." Colt filled him in on the conversation he and Deb had at the kitchen table. "I'm glad to hear that the plan hasn't changed. So, when do you think Deb will hear anything about the Chicago job?" Douglas asked. Colt shrugged his shoulders, "I haven't a clue Doug, either does Deb. It could be tomorrow, or next month. It's a waiting game." The boys came in panting from running around the yard with Winston. Josh climbed up on his Uncle Doug, Jake on his dad. Winston settled down at Douglas' feet. Carl kept himself busy with work for the rest of the day. He did find it a little challenging to focus, his mind preoccupied with Colt and the boys. He decided it was better to take a hands-on approach with the jobs he had going on. The physical exertion would help dispel his anxiety, plus he enjoyed the work, not to mention the exercise. He certainly did not have to go to the gym to stay in shape. By the time Colt and the boys came home, Deb was completely moved into the guest room. The next day, Colt worked until about noon. He made a nice cobb salad for lunch that everyone enjoyed, there was nothing left over. After lunch, they were sitting around the table, Josh looked over at his mom and said, "Mom, why are you sleeping in Uncle Carl's room?" Deb looked over at Colt, he could see the anxiety in her face. Colt stepped up to the plate. "Guys, your mom and I have something that we want to talk to you about. It' something that's going to affect all of us, and it might be hard to accept or understand." Deb's heart beat increased, she felt a flush of anxiety run thru her entire body. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and exhaled slowly. Colt's voice sounded to her as if he was far away; kind of like being in a tunnel. She was so appreciative that he was doing the talking and not her. She got up, grabbed a beer out of the fridge, and returned to the table. Although she heard Colt telling the boys they were getting divorced, her anxiety about how they were going to react to the news overwhelmed her. She clutched the cold beer bottle in both hands and squeezed hard. She was suddenly aware of Colt's voice, and it snapped her out of the fog. "Deb. Deb. Do you have anything that you want tell the boys, or anything you want to add?" he asked her. "Um, can I talk to you, just for a second Colt, in the living room?" she asked in her foggy state. "Give us a second boys; we'll be right back. Don't go anywhere." Colt told the boys. "Colt, I'm sorry. I heard you talking but I really have no idea what you said; I was in a state." Colt gave her a very brief outline of what he told the boys. The bottom line is they know about the divorce now. We need to get back in there now Deb." Colt grabbed her by the arm, "I get it Deb, he whispered. I'll do the talking, but you need to focus and listen." They walked back into the kitchen, Colt still holding her arm for her emotional support. They sat down at the table. "Sorry guys, your mom and I just needed a second." He looked over at Deb, and she nodded her head that she was ready to continue. She heard Colt begin to speak and she forced herself to focus on what he was saying, occasionally looking over at the boys, and nodding her head in agreement. Carl stood back, to assess what was left to do by the end of the work day. He was pleased with the progress so far. He rather enjoyed watching Bobby, the new guy, stacking cinderblock down the line at the worksite. Carl's dick tingled as he saw the lateral muscle flex under his sweat-wet shirt, as he lifted the block, one by one, and stacked it down the line. He was picturing him naked in his head; it was a nice distraction. He walked over to the igloo water container, hanging off the back end of the work struck, grabbed one of those paper-cone cups from the dispenser, and filled it with ice water. As he drank, he thought about Colt. Forty-five minutes had elapsed since Colt and Deb returned to the kitchen following their brief conversation in the living room, and the boys were still asking questions. Deb was relieved that they were taking the news really, really, well. Both Colt and Deb answered their questions very honestly and openly; there was no pretense or beating around the bush when they answered the boy's questions. Eventually, it appeared that the boys were out of questions. Colt told them if they had any more questions, all they had to do is ask. The boys left the table and went upstairs to their room. Deb looked at Colt and let out a very elongated sigh of relief. "Wow, that was so hard!" she said. "I'm sorry I was such a basket case there for a while" she said to Colt. "That's OK Deb; no worries. I understand. I'm just glad and relieved that we told them and everything is out in the open, except Chicago or course. I'm sure they are going to have more questions as they process all of this information. As the next couple of weeks passed by, Colt, Deb, and the boys found their respective footing. Carl adjusted to seeing Colt and the boys mostly over the weekend, and the occasional stolen kisses and gropes when opportunity permitted. Colt and the boys adjusted to wearing clothes all day, and he'd occasionally take the boys over to Carl's house for the afternoon, or, Colt would meet Carl at his place so they could have some alone time together. Colt and Jake kind of fell into this somewhat frequent routine with each other. After Deb went to work in the morning, Colt would throw on these very lose fitting sweat-shorts when sitting at the computer working. He would spread his legs wide under the desk, and pull the fabric aside releasing his cock and balls. Jake would crawl under the desk and suck his dad's cock, and lick his balls while he sat at the computer working. He'd cum in Jake's mouth without warning; he'd just cum. Jake loved it. The days rolled into the next, and life went on. Soon, the boys would be back at school; kind of. Until the pandemic has run its course, school would be online. Colt bought the boys their own laptops just for school and connected them to the wireless. Jenny called Colt and Deb and said that the divorce should be final within the next two weeks. They didn't even have to appear in court; she'd take care of everything. It had been days since either of the boys had asked any other questions about the divorce. They asked no questions at all about their parents being gay. Deb was kind of surprised but remembered what Colt had said weeks ago that it would be a non-issue. Apparently, he was quite correct. About three days later, Deb announced at the dinner table, that she got a call from Chicago. "What did they say?" Colt asked. "Final candidate interviews with the committee to determine who will move forward, or drop off. Then the interviews with the board, and finally, the committee's recommendation for hire. The board will make the final decision, but it's usually just as a technicality." Colt nodded his head in understanding. "So, it sounds like you will know, one way or the other, by the end of next week; correct?" Deb nodded her head slowly and deliberately. "I'll know next week; definitely." Colt raised his hand and crossed his fingers. "When are you taking off?" he asked. "The day after tomorrow. I'm scheduled for 10:30, Chicago time, the day after I arrive." Josh looked over at his mom, "You're going back to Chicago mom?" Josh asked. Deb looked at Josh, and then over to Jake, "Yes, I have to go back to Chicago for a few days, but we can skype like we always do." The boys seemed to take the news in stride. The boys went on up to their room, Colt and Deb cleared the table, and cleaned up the kitchen. That night, Colt called Carl and gave him the news about Chicago. The next day, Deb scheduled shuttle service to the airport directly from work. Colt was scheduled for a conference call with a client so he couldn't drop her off at the airport. The morning of her departure, she loaded her bags in her car, and drove to work. She had a reserved parking spot at work so she could leave her car there when she left for the airport. The boys were still sleeping when she left for work. Colt stood in the doorway and watched her pull out of the garage. Following her departure, he went upstairs and started to prepare for his scheduled conference call.