Olaf and I had made passionate love after he surprised me by waking me up to a sample of his "Humming", when I thought that I might not be seeing him for a few days due to a security emergency which only he could attend to. While we were going at it, Liam, the hot musclestud elevator operator we'd met at the Plaza Hotel was breaking in Patrick Anderson as his new slave. The wealthy Pat, whose twin sister had become engaged to my older brother the night before, owned the corporation that owned the trucking company for which I drove. So as I rode the fantastically fat cock of the man I considered my husband while he puffed a Cuban cigar, I got to watch my boss's hot body-building boss learned to take a hard spanking from the younger stud who had claimed his ass as his property. It was Pat's first taste of roughsex, and he loved it, but there had been obviously passion between the two musclemen while Liam fucked two loads from Pat`s balls. It had been one hot scene!

When I woke up, I was on my belly, against the wall. A man was between my legs, fingering my ass. He started to start really spreading my hole with three greased fingers in response to my waking movements. I could tell it wasn't my Olaf, so I wondered who was preparing to fuck me. I chuckled as I realized that just a few days after losing my virginity to Lars and Olaf, I was ready to let just any man in my apartment ram into me. I knew it couldn't be Liam, since we'd agreed to have a boxing match at my gym to see who would end up with a dick in his ass. After seeing him naked and in action, I wondered if I would be "teaching that punk a lesson", or end up getting a rough fucking that would leave me with a sore ass.

The man fingering me chuckled back. Two sinewy, almost hairless arms with big, rough hands landed on either side of my face as his weight shifted and his dick poked my ass cheeks. OK, it wasn't Leroy, who was black. With a grin, I shifted my hips to give whoever it better access as he pushed in. I gasped at the entry; I was still getting used to that. Then he gently slid in. My ass stretched as his cock kept going in... and kept going!

Given the size of the cock sinking into me, I could deduce that it was the young, very well hung cop who had been face-fucking Johnny when I came home from the party the night before. I'd invited him to call me after the Tall Ships left town when I'd seen him fucking the butch British Marine Clyde in The Rambles after a French sailor had fled from the cop's size. I'd been surprised to find him and Clyde in the middle of an orgy with a strange French sailor and my roommates when we walked in. I found him touchingly gentle, and wondered about the sailor who ran off.

I laughed. "Hi. I'm Ike. We haven't formally met."

"Olaf said to tell you I was your birthday morning surprise." The stud laughed as his balls finally hit mine, his cockhead buried deeper in me than any before. "I'm Alex Vaughan."

"Well, from the uniform parade last night I know that you're a cop. Do you live in the neighborhood?"

"I just moved in a few blocks from here last month. I used to live and work in Brooklyn, but after I got transferred to this Precinct nine months ago, I fell in love with the area." He began to slowly thrust in and out of me, making me groan with pleasure.

I gasped, "How big is that thing, Alex? If you don`t mind my asking?"

He gave a chuckle. "I'm used to being asked, even by straight guys at the gym. Soft, I'm eleven inches, and hard I'm thirteen." He gave me a harder pumping, making me howl. "But I'm nowhere as thick as your Olaf. Man, he has one fat cock. He stretched me really good."

I agreed as I speeded up. He was big, but not overly rough. I was enjoying the fuck. "This feels great, Alex." I purred. "Let me get on my back."

He pulled out so I could turn around. I got my first good look at the man; he was well built, with a large tuft of fur between his pecs. He was clean shaven, with short, curly auburn hair, and faded blue eyes. I realized that he had to be a bit older than I had thought he was in the poor light in the park, or during my quick look at him the night before. I moaned as he eased back in me. He was so fucking big! The python between his legs was just the right girth to rub my magic-spot during the entire slow entry. My head snapped back, and he nibbled my neck. I tweaked his nipples. His hips thrust harder, so I went to town on his nips.

Alex seemed to be controlling himself as he thrust into me, bringing me close to orgasm. "Oh, yeah, Ike, I can feel you squeezing my cock. Shoot that load. I'm close, too."

I could smell a cigar, and Alex smiled towards the open door, but I was too far gone to look over. My legs wrapped around him, drawing him deeper as I sprayed cum over our chests. Alex shouted as I felt his wet heat fill me up. We kissed as he went soft in me, staying deep in me the whole time.

"So, min älskling, you have enjoyed your birthday morning, too. Har Den Äran !" Olaf grinned from the door. He sat down next to us on the bed, kissing me with passion. "I am so glad that I was able to return so soon."

"I was too excited to ask last night: how exactly did that happen, min älskling? I was expecting to not have you with me for at least a day. How did the relief get to you so fast from Boston?"

"We can thank all the military men here, even Alex." The cop pulled out of my ass slowly, making a sound like a champagne cork. "When Lars tried to explain in general terms the problem, they all knew of what was supposed to be a major secret. So he call his uncle Gustav to inform him."

"Is Gustav the Ambassador?" Alex asked. I nodded. "I spoke with him last night. I didn't realize that he`s Lars` uncle."

"How did you get involved?" I asked him.

"I was a radar technician in the Navy, so when I heard American sailors talking in a bar about the Swedish Navy testing an experimental radar on their sailing ship, I asked them about it. Some German sailors heard us talking, and agreed that they had heard the same thing. Then Clyde mentioned it when he came home to me and we passed some cute young Swedish cadets walking with girls on Amsterdam Avenue. He'd heard the rumor while he was still in England."

Olaf handed me the cigar to take a drag. "All of the men who heard the story talked to Gustav, even the Arabian."

"What Arab?"

Alex laughed, "He must mean Jacques, that French sailor. His parents moved from Algeria to Paris after the War."

Olaf nodded. "Then my godfather got a phone call from the Captain of my ship. Three cadets had gone to a bathhouse, and all three heard the story there. They returned to ship immediately."

Alex laughed. "I'm beginning to need a score card. Who's your godfather?"

I joined his laughter. "The Ambassador is, while he's Lars' uncle but not Olaf`s."

Olaf joined our laughter, "Yes, it is all related. My captain sent them to me to question: they heard the story from three different men from different countries, who had all heard it before leaving on their voyage. So the story is well known, and need for secret is over. My superiors agreed, so I came home to my husband."

"Where is everyone?" I asked after another toe-curling kiss. "I can smell coffee, so I'm getting up." I looked at the clock. It was almost noon. "Wow, I slept really well. Did I miss much?" As we got up, heading to the kitchen, cum dropped down my leg, so I made a quick stop at the toilet. "Damn, Alex. Thos balls of yours sure does pump our a lot of jism!"

Leroy chuckled from the kitchen, "He sure does. He almost drowned Johnny last night when he spewed his load. And I'd been so proud of the boy for doing such a good job sucking that monster dick."

I smirked as he handed me a mug of coffee and sat gingerly at the table. "Did your slave-boi earn a paddling for that?"

"I was sort of busy when it happened. By then Clyde was riding my cock while Liam was screwing the hell out of me and Rick was feeding Clyde's load while sitting on my face. I offered the paddle to Alex after..."

"But I'm not into that stuff, so I turned him down." Alex took a cup of coffee. "I'm not too adventurous, and not into causing pain."

"Then what happened to with that French sailor the other night? The night we first met Clyde."

He shrugged. "He kept begging me to got harder, so I took him at his word. To be honest, I'd had a few drinks, so I guess I lost control and got too rough. I have to admit that it's happened a few times when I had a buzz on, but I've never had the man actually run off before."

After we laughed, I asked Leroy, "So, where is your lover?"

I was confused by his answer, "Lars told us that you'll be moving in with Olaf soon, so we won't have the pleasure of sharing this palace with you." He grinned at my confusion. "He went down to the Union Hall, since our mutual buddy Gary Michaels is currently out of work, too."

"Is that your former shipmate show fucked the hell out of Ricky onboard the ship that time?"

"Yes. Johnny thought that he might be interested in your room, and Johnny is interested in getting some of that big, rough black dick in his ass and mouth. I wouldn't mind sharing his body, and Gary was a good buddy. I wrote him a short letter to leave at the Hall if Gary wasn't there." He looked at his watch. "Where is that piece of white trash? He left four hours ago."

"I'd bet he found Gary, and is auditioning him." We all laughed in agreement. "Where is everyone else?"

"Liam and Pat went out over two hours ago to take care of something `personal, looking very smug with themselves. They look like an old couple already, like you two. Cal and Jacques are taking a nap, while Robbie asked Lars and Ricky to teach him some new stuff they think will make him enjoy being a Marine more. I assume it's kinky, but I went out to go shopping and just came in. I put up the pot of coffee since I heard you two going at it, then Olaf came out of our room where he was resting and..." He grinned, "I think that's it. How about hamburgers for lunch?"

"Are you sure you want to cook?" I asked. "We could..."

"We have a lot of mouths to feed, and I'd like to stay in here until Johnny comes home. Go check out the action." Then I noticed three cake pans and baking materials on the counter. He was planning a surprise for my birthday, so I decided to pull his chain.

"Olaf, do you think it's time to call our son, Oskar, now?"

Alex looked confused. "How can the two of you have a son?"

Leroy laughed. "That's right, you'd gone to the bedroom with Jacques to rest when Lars explained this part to us all. Olaf has a son in Sweden, and all three of them, Olaf, Ike and Oskar have the same birthday - today."

Olaf grinned. "My parents are taking Oskar and some of his friends out to dinner this evening, which is now in Stockholm. I plan for us to call in about two hours, when they are to be home. Come, let us see what my cousin is up to." He pulled me to my feet. He'd noticed the baking stuff, too. So I took my coffee and a bagel, then let Olaf lead me across the hall.

****

At first, I was confused by the scene in front of me. Ronnie was laying on the sturdy table, which had been moved to the center of the living room. He was on top of some towels, with a large pillow under his head. He was holding a metal poppers inhaler in his hand, and his thighs were tied by ropes to hold his legs over his head. Ricky was standing between his leg, and a can of cooking shortening was on the table. Lars was kissing the young Marine while working a nipple hard with one hand.

When we moved to the side, Alex gasped and almost fell onto the sofa. Rick had his hand and forearm up to elbow up my young cousin's ass, and Ron was grinning. He winked at us, then gasped at the burly ex-chief petty officer, "Yeah, stud, that`s great. Lars taught me to love a fist deep in me. Now teach me to take two fists at the same time like your promised."

I stood watching in fascination as Rick pulled his arm out slowly. Olaf shrugged, and joined the well-hung cop on the sofa. Rick left his wrist in the well-stretched asshole, then scooped some grease in his other hand. He spread it around in a way that would grease that hand as he entered. He put his hand against his own wrist, easing his fingers in the hole as Robbie took some hits on the poppers. Slowly, the fingers and then the palm slid along the inner wrist of the hand inside the young man's ass, until the hole stretched to allow the hand to slide in next to the one that was already in there. He held his wrist together, and pushed a few inches of his forearm in as Robbie shouted, "Fuck, yeah, I'm really felling that!" He looked over at me, "Enjoying the show, Ike?"

"You know, I've had a long time fantasy of raping your asshole dad that way, kid. I'd love to learn how to do that to a man."

He looked up at Ricky, "Do you think you can teach him, chief?"

Ricky laughed. "Hell, it's your fucking hole, punk. DO you think you can take it? It's had a lot of action this afternoon: some gangbanging, a double-dicking, enema control training, and then Lars and me stretching you with our fists."

He smirked. "Well, I guess for the birthday boy, I can take a bit more." He laughed at the look on my face. "This is part of my lesson preparing me as a bottom boy in the Marines, Ike. I suspect that the leathernecks who decide to treat me rough ain't gonna be asking me what my limits are, but will just expect me to shout out an enthusiastic "Oorah!', then take what they dish out. So I decided that I'd better be ready to do it, and asked Lars and Rick to break me in." He looked up to Lars. "Check his nails, please, Sir."

Lars walked over to inspect my hands, pointing out to me, "See, your nails are too long and your cuticles are rough. The tissue past where you finger can reach is very delicate, and has no pain nerves, so you can badly damage a man you are fisting if you are not careful. Perhaps even kill him by bleeding." I nodded as he lead me to an easy chair, and sat me on his lap. "Happy Birthday, cousin." He kissed me, then picked up a small manicure set, which he used to trim and smooth my nails. Then he handed me the kit, winking at a horrified Olaf with a leer. "If you plan on fisting men in the future, you'll need this." I shook my head at my husband, then he cracked me up by miming considering the idea by pulling on his non-existent beard.

Meanwhile, Rick had removed his fists from the kid's talented ass, using paper towels to clean his ass up a bit. He showed me how to grease my hand, and ease into a willing, well-cleaned out ass, starting with a few fingers. He help up poppers to my nose as my five fingers, held at a point, pushed in, making Rob's ass stretch over my thumb and palm. Robbie gave a grunt, and I popped inside his guts. The sensation was phenomenal! Tight, hot, moist and soft. After taking another hit of the poppers, I looked up at Robbie, since his cries of passion had become muffles. I found his lips glued to Lars' mouth, their tongues dueling, as his hips rocked to get me in deeper.

"Slowly form a fist, then begin to punch in and pull out in small amount, like a giant dick fucking his man-pussy." Rick instructed me. As I got into it, he went into the kitchen to wash the shortening from his hands, returning to begin to suck Robbie's drooling half-hard cock. The kid's body arched as he pushed against the restraints and his head snapped back on the table, knocking the pillow on the floor.

He pulled his lips from Lars' mouth the cry out "I'm gonna fucking spew!" Lars went back to kissing his boy while manipulating his red nipples.

Rick chuckled as he let go of the cock for a second. "Slowly pull your fist back so that just your wrist is on the ring, Ike. I'm not sure he can take an orgasm with a forearm in him." I obeyed just as went back to sucking cock.

Just as I began to feel the spasm of his orgasm squeezing my wrist, the door opened, admitting Johnny and two strangers who were both smoking cigars. The man standing next to him was tall, muscular, black and very good looking, probably in his late twenties or early thirties. His sports shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a generous sprinkling of tightly curled hair across his manly chest. He was wearing a pair of tight cut-off jeans which reveled an impressive man-mound, with keys hanging on his left to identify him as a top. The stud, who was at least 6'5", bellowed good-naturedly: "Chief, you horny scumbag, I expected to find a fist up your talented ass, not a bottom's cock in your throat! Leroy told me that you've joined us as civilians."

"Gary Michaels, you old cocksucker! This is certainly a nice surprise." He ran over and the men clenched in a bear hug that looked like they were wrestling, slapping each their on the ass as they roared laughter. He looked over at me, an arm around the taller man`s waist. "Ike, do you think you can take that fist out without guidance? Just put your fingers together again like you did when you went in and move slowly."

I smiled at the strangers as I did. One had been identified as the often mentioned Gary Michaels, who Leroy and Rick knew from their ship and Johnny knew from work. I looked over the second man, who seem to be vaguely familiar. He was only about 5'8", but massively built; the sleeves of his sports shirt strained at his tattoo covered arms. The shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a very well developed chest with a nice amount of chest hair. His curly, salt-and-pepper hair touched his shirt collar, and he had green eyes. He was well tanned, and both men wore well-worn construction boots. His cut-off jeans, with keys hanging from the right, showed furry legs . He was very good looking, about 50, with a bushy fu-manchu mustache that reached his chin line, making him even more manly. He seemed to be fascinated by my fist in Robbie's ass, watching intently as I eased out, sighing when my hand was free. I used a washcloth and a towel Rick had brought from the kitchen to clean up.

Johnny introduced Gary: "Gary, the stud learning to fist the young jarhead is my roommate, Ike Romani. He..."

Before he could continue, the short man bellowed: "Well, holy fuck. You're James Romani's son, ain`t you? I never knew you were into this shit, kid!"

I realized that this was a buddy of my father's from construction work, who I'd known and admired since I was a kid. Before I could answer, Robbie lifted his head and yelled "Jo-jo Mueller! How the fuck are you?" He said quietly, "Can someone untie my legs? Uncle Jo-jo is an old buddy of my dad's. I always suspected they were fuck buddies."

Joe Mueller walked over to us, laughing richly as Rick and Lars undid the knots, "I'd heard that you were in Boot Camp, Junior. I see by the tat that you're on leave after making it through. Trying to guarantee that you're the most popular leatherneck on your first duty base?" Robbie grinned back at him as he tried to rub blood back in his legs, nodding. Joe then shook my hand, staring at my erection while he did, elaborately licking his lips. Gary came up behind me, rubbing his crotch against my back as his hands reached around to twist my nips.

I began to laugh as Joe made a face from the grease still on my hand. "The two of you are almost as good a seduction team as my lover Olaf and his cousin Lars. They managed to seduce my ass-cherry by pretending not to speak much English, and am I glad they did. Why Don't you all introduce yourself while I wash up?" Joe cleaned up with a towel while I went into the kitchen, wondering how many towels Lars had purchased just for an orgy.

When I came back, Joe shouted out, "When did you get into this shit, kid?"

"Which shit? Fisting leathernecks or fucking with guys? That was my first lesson in fist-fucking, although I've loved making gyrenes miserable for years. I developed a hatred for American Marines thanks to your good asshole buddy. Rob, Senior. By the way, you avoided answering Junior's question. Are you fuck buddies with his dad?"

He smirked, "Well, I wouldn't put it that way. Since Junior seems to have figured it out, I may as well answer. Rob has been the chronic bottom boy of the group since back when he was in the Corps. He loves getting pushed around. He loves it rough."

"Which would explain the bruises we'd always see on him." exclaimed Al from the doorway to the bedroom, the strange French sailor behind him. "Hi, Uncle Jo-jo!"

"What the fuck are you doing here, Cal? Or is it Al?"

As if to answer, Al turned and bent, displaying a well fucked ass, which he pushed cum out off with a happy grunt. "It's Al. Cal is off banging his new fiancé, but he'll be showing up eventually. He plays for both teams."

I interrupted. "He can fill you in on family gossip during lunch. To answer your earlier question, it took me a few years to finally admit to myself I was gay, and few more to admit it to my family, who have been very supportive. Joe, I have a confession to make; when I was about 15, I used to jerk off thinking about you. I wasn't sure what guys did together, but I wanted to do it with you. Then, when I discovered ass fucking, I had a fantasy of you being the first man to take me." He grinned. "How the hell was I supposed to know you wanted it the other way around?" I teased, pointing at his keys.

"Hey, the entire look is part of my adjusting to coming out. If I wanted Master Gary as my lover, I not only had to learn to take it even rougher than I'd taken it in the Marines, but I had to climb out of the bomb-shelter I called my closet. The two of us have had to bust a few fag-basher heads, but mostly we've been fielding offers for blowjobs, asses, and three-ways"

"Not to mention orgies," chuckled Gary. "A few existing closeted gay couples who were construction workers have surfaced, too, and they wanted to play." We all laughed as the two tough men kissed with evident passion and affection.

"How did you two become a couple?" I asked when it ended. "I have to say that I like the improvements, Joe. I love the `stache and the longer hair, and... um..."

He laughed. "Yeah, I know. Gary's got me working out, so that beer belly is gone and my arms are even bigger." Stripping off his shirt to reveal a steel bolt piercing his right nipple connected to U-shaped ring, he flexed impressively. "I'm feeling better about myself than since I was a Marine. Thanks to Gary, I feel honest and free. It all started the first day he started working on our last job. The boss asked me to take the new guy under my wing and show him the ropes, since he'd just left the Navy for family reasons. Now, you have to u understand that there is very little open cruising by men on constructions sites. A few younger assistants are more open, but they're happy being called names and being used as pussies by most of the men. Fellows like Gary and me know to act cool. But the second we shook hands, I almost dumped my nuts in my jock, and I could see that Gary was reacting just as strongly. I tell you, men, he's the hottest stud I'd met since I left the Marines fifteen years ago. All I could do was stare in his eyes like a dummy while the boss talked to him, sweating bullets and hoping I didn`t pop a woody."

Gary continued: "I'm not sure I could tell you half of what the boss told me that day. I know he ended up repeating some of it later and asking me angrily if I was stupid until I spread my chest and growled with fists. Then he backed off. I just had eyes for Joe."

Joe took over, "I'd known the guys on that site for years; most of them are OK, but quite a few are rabid fag-haters. I almost fainted when Gary pulled me to him and planted the hottest kiss of my life on me, then slapped my ass really hard and whispered in my ear, `At quitting time, you and me are hitting a bar and having a serious talk. Then...' and then he smirked at me and I knew I'd follow him anywhere."

"I'm no fool." Laughed Gary, "I looked around and saw that there was no one near us and that we were in an isolated alcove." He smirked, "Of course, I had to risk coping a few risks of that wonderful ass during the day, pretending it was horseplay. After work, I dragged Mr. Closet Case, who'd never been in any gay bar up to Christopher Street in the Village. It's jumping even at six in the evening, and I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head."

"Fuck! I thought I'd died and gone to faggot heaven. I man, I knew I was a cocksucker when I was a seventeen year old recruit, but I'd always restricted my sex life to tough closet cases like me who secretly know they're gay but would murder any man who hinted at it, and here I was walking down a street of openly gay men cruising me and Gary."

"Then I took Joe into this heavy duty leather bar I'd discovered years ago on liberty called Heller's, down on the river. He was like a six year old on Christmas Morning. A bar full of the kind of men who tuned him on."

"Staring the hottest man on the planet, who bought me a beer and explained his sexual tastes to me. I'd had some rough sex in the service since then, but not the kind of more organized torture and hard fucking he was talking about."

"How did you feel about it, Joe?" I asked.

"Horny as hell! Everything he told me got me excited. He described that session on ship with Rick which Johnny told us you all know about, and how impressed he'd been that he could take it without screaming his lung out. Suddenly I knelt on the filthy bar floor and said `I'd like to see it I could take the same treatment, Sir, and even more. I think I could take anything from you.' Then he dropped the bomb."

"What was that? Olaf asked.

Gary took back the story, "That I wasn't looking for a one night stand from Joe, but something meaningful. He beamed at me until I told him that I couldn't be involved with a total closet case. I planned on being discrete at work, but if someone made a fag joke, they'd get a fist in the gut. I'd fought off racist bigots in the Navy when I was a recruit, and I was damned if I was going to be a closet case. And my man had to be standing there next to me, ready to fight, too. Also, that if I was going to be seriously involved with a man who made my hand tingle when we shook, our sex would not be one way. I may be the sort of man who needs to be the boss, but ask Rick - I make sure my partner gets off, and if he's good, he gets a good time on a second round."

Rick chortled, "Oh, yes he does. The week after that marathon fuck show that we`d put on for Leroy, Gary gave me a pretty remarkable ride in his ass when we were sure no one was watching. I gather what Gary had to say didn't scare you off, Joe, or you wouldn't be here."

Joe shoved Gary with affection, teasing like a teenager, "Go ahead, tell them."

"Joe is the third man to ever take the full treatment and not scream, Rick. He didn't even whimper like you did." Everyone applauded, whistled and stomped. "Before we'd gone back to my place, we'd gone into a little shop to buy matching T-shirts to wear the next day. No one even noticed."

Joe grinned. "The next night, he tied me up and walloped and whipped my ass until I used the code word to stop. He'd told me he'd keep going until I reached my limit. It took almost an hour."

"I was really impressed. I knew experienced S&M bottoms who couldn't take that treatment for a half-hour. Then the little bastard actually ordered me to pound his pussy as hard as I had the night before. So I did, to teach him a lesson."

"I whimpered. Once." We all laughed. I'm sure glad that Master Gary and I decided to take a honeymoon and went down to the Union Hall today to tell them we wouldn't be looking for work for two weeks, since we ran into Johnny, who invited us to this orgy. We hadn't eaten breakfast yet, so we stopped to eat and catch up, but now we can stay and join the party for days. Ike, can I ask you something, buddy?"

I laughed. "Considering you're going to have my dick down your throat and up your ass in short order, why not?"

"What happened to your feet? Why don't you have any little toes?"

The room grew silent as I flushed. I'd never gotten around to discussing this with Olaf, who shocked me by answering, "Is a family trait. His papa and both brothers also were born that way, as well as an uncle and two cousins." He'd gotten up and walked over to me, a smile on his handsome face.

"How the hell do you know that? We never talked about it."

"Lars and Olaf see your feet the first night when you sleep. We can see that if it was an accident or surgery, it had to have happened very young, since you had no scars. Since it is part of the wonderful man you are, it did not seem important, but we were curious, so at the party last night, I asked your father, who explained." He shrugged. I patted Ed's shoulder to let him know I wasn't upset. In fact, for the first time in my life, my deformed feet didn't matter to me, since the most wonderful man in the world accepted it as part of me.

Suddenly, the door opened on a dressed Liam. "Ike, your dad is on the phone. My Boi Patrick is talking to him, so he asked me to come and tell you." I grinned at him as I thanked him. As Olaf and I left the room, he announced "And Chef Leroy told me to say, and I quote: "Get your ugly asses across the hall for the big birthday lunch. Now!"

****

I came into my apartment to find a folding picnic table and folding chairs, none of them mine, set up, with food and beer stacked high. The table and chairs turned out to be on loan from Patrick, who was saying to my dad, "Ike's here, James. so I'll see you tonight, then." He handed me the phone with a wink.

"Hello, Birthday Boy!" my dad chirped cheerfully. "I hear it all worked out fine with Olaf last night."

"Yes. I'm still not clear on how it happened, but it did. Why is Patrick seeing you tonight?"

"That's why I called you, son. After our chat last night, I decided that's it time that the men in this family sat down and had an honest talk for a change. If I'd done that four years ago, you and Jimmy would never have had that falling out. I now consider Pat a part of the family, and Olaf, and when I mentioned it to Pat, he invited us to dinner at his house. Since Liam and he are living together somewhere this summer, I invited him, too, since I assume that punk will whip it out of Pat right away." My father chortled.

"Wait. When did you move in with Pat, Liam?" I heard my father crack up at having information I lacked. From the general reaction, most of the men were unaware of this development, too. Liam was sitting on Pat's lap, arms around his neck, nibbling an ear, the picture of a couple in love and not a Master torturing a slave.

"It's a bit complicated, so we'll explain later. We're not living in the house, but on Pat's houseboat at the 79^th Street Boat Basin, and I only made a commitment until Labor Day."

Pat added. "I live on the boat during the summer to escape an overwhelmingly female household and have summer sexual adventures. It's too cold to live down there all year."

My father made noises to catch my attention, "Son, we'll talk when we see each other tonight, but I've sort of explained to your mother that you have a houseful of guests for the Fourth, but if you fail to show up with Olaf on the fifth, and Jimmy fails to bring Patty, the girls, Patrick and Liam the next afternoon, there will be hell to pay. Better bring Lars, your roommate Johnny and his new boyfriend, too." My father had actually known Johnny before I had met him at the support group from working together at construction. Dad had been his supervisor on their last project, and his foreman before dad's last promotion. The twins had filled Dad in on Leroy at the Plaza.

"Speaking of Johnny, he went down to the Union Hall this morning and brought back an old buddy of yours to the party," I teased.

"I bet you $100 I can tell you who it is."

Betting on silly things is an old male bonding ritual in our family, but the amount was unusually large. I figured it was his way of giving me a birthday gift. "You're on, old man!"

"Let's see... a gay construction worker, huh? You deserve to loss that $100, since you were cheating son because it's two men: Joe Mueller and his master Gary Michaels."

I yelled, "How the fuck did you figure that out?"

He snorted, "I know a lot of gay construction workers, but most of them are working right now, while those two just finished a job. I know Johnny's taste in men, and that before he met Joe, Gary had been making a pass at Johnny that he failed to pick up on. Johnny's new boyfriend, another ex-sailor, sounds a lot like Gary."

"How did you know about the master part?"

"Well, I could see that they were lovers even before they moved in together, but to be honest, I walked up on them once when they thought everyone had left the building we were renovating and Gary was putting Joe through some kinky paces. I stood and watched for awhile, then Gary noticed me. Since I was jerking off, he just grinned and went back to it." I felt like I wanted to pass out! "Let me say hello to Joe."

I hand the phone to the older man, who joked with Dad for a few minutes before handing me back the phone.

"Your brothers and I will be seeing you two at six tonight. Bring the hundred buck, punk!" He hung up laughing.

Dazed, I looked at the crowd. "It seems that the party goes on skeleton crew on the Fifth. I just got marching orders for Olaf, Lars, me, Johnny, Leroy Patrick and Liam, as well as Patrick's female clan to pay court on my mother, or else."

Leroy joked, "Well right now, it's chow down or else face an angry cook!" Along with the rare burgers and fixings, there was hot dogs, homemade potato-salad and coleslaw, along with beer and lemonade.

"Olaf and I wanted to call our son in Sweden to wish him happy birthday again before he goes to sleep. I also wanted to spend some time alone in bed with my husband, but than can wait until after lunch. Could you guys start, and save us some burgers?"

Leroy gave me a hug, "Go call your kid. I'll make you fresh burgers when you come out. I made plenty of everything else so there'd be leftovers for men to raid the fridge while I had fun later."

As Lars and Pat explained Oskar and "husbands" to the newcomers, we went to my bedroom to call Sweden.

****

Olaf called Sweden. The first person he talked to was "Mamma", and I heard "Sonja" and "Isak", my name in Swedish. "She wishes to speak to you, but it will be short, since her English is limited. Her name is Anna."

I could tell she`d been practicing her first sentence, "Hello, Isak. I want to greet you as my new son, and to thank you for making my Ole so happy. Oskar is eager to be with you men in his new life." She took a deep breath from her memorized speech.

"Thank you, Anna.."

"Oh, no, Isak. Oskar tell me that Ole calls your father papa now, so you must call me mamma!"

I laughed. "Thank you, Mamma Anna. I still call my own mother mamma at times. I am also eager to meet my new son."

"I am hoping you come with Ole and Oscar to Sweden when Ole is made Greve Gyllenadler in winter."

"I look forward to it, Mamma Anna."

"Gunnar wishes to greet you."

I turned to Olaf, "Who's Gunnar?"

"My father. He speaks better English than me."

"Hello, Isak. Welcome to our family!"

"Thank you, sir."

"Please, call me Papa the way Olaf calls your father."

"I will, sir, but I also call him sir." We both laughed. "I'm overwhelmed by the welcome your family has extended to me Papa."

"We are happy. Between you and me, we were never happy with the engagement to Sonja. Neither of them were in love with the other, and they were doing it for all the wrong reasons. Olaf wanted a mother for Oskar, and I think perhaps to please Lars, while Sonja wanted to please Lars' wife. She likes Oskar, but is not very maternal. Oskar was impressed with you last night for calling him son."

"Papa, I was trying the word out, and it felt right. I want to be a good parent to your grandson."

"Who is pulling my arm, so I must hand the phone to the birthday boy. Oh, yes, a happy birthday to you, too, Isak."

"Papa Isak! I am happy to talk to you! How has your birthday been?"

I laughed. "Much better, now that I have spoken to my favorite son."

He sounded startled. "You have sons?"

"No, you're the only one, but you're still my favorite one." He giggled at that, a young man still on the cusp of childhood and comfortable enough to enjoy it.

I handed the phone to Olaf so he could greet his son. I could tell that the conversation became serious for a few seconds, but Olaf was laughing when he handed the phone back to me.

"I was a bad boy, Papa Isak."

"I'm sure you weren't too bad, son. What did you do?"

"I argues with my father just now. I am not happy to have to wait at least a month for our new home to be ready for us for me to join you, but he let me know he is sad, too."

I made a snap decision. "I'm also upset, but I may have a solution. It depends on a few things. My parents have an extra bedroom, so I will ask my father tonight if he is willing for you to stay with them for a few weeks. We're having dinner with him and my brothers later."

"Oh, Papa Isak, yes, that would be wonderful!"

"Well, there are some things you should know. We are a working class family, so there are no servants to clean up after you."

Both Olaf and Oskar laughed. "Papa Isak, we are a military family. We have a cook to help Grandmamma; otherwise we are all responsible for our own room and have house chores. Even Sonja did when she lived here. I can even help in garden and kitchen."

I laughed at myself. "Well, perhaps the next point will be less important. We live in a pretty rough neighborhood. Some of the other boys will start fights with you just because you are a stranger and have an accent. Am I to assume you can handle that, son?"

"I go to a school on a military base. I am often singled out because I have no mother, or because my great-grandfather and his boyfriend are often in newspaper. Boys our age fight. I have learned to box like my father, and have studies judo since I was ten. If the boys fight fair, I think I can at least gain their respect."

"I have a feeling that my father will agree, so it's up to my mamma. We'll send you a telegram so you will know one way or the other in the morning."

"I am so excited!" Oskar shouted as Olaf kissed me.

"Now Oskar, you have to understand that New York is so big that my parents basically live in a different city, so we may not see you every day, but we will try to."

He snickered. "And you two are on your honeymoon. I understand, Papa Isak."

"Only my mother calls me Isaac, and only when she's angry at me, when she shrieks `Isaac Marcus Romani' very loudly."

He chuckled. "So what do people call you?"

"Ike."

He laughed. "That is what we often call men named Isak in Sweden, too, Papa Ike."

"Well, some friends are waiting for us to join them for our birthday lunch, son. We will speak soon."

Olaf kissed me deeply after we hung up. "Thank you for that idea, Ike."

"Do you think you can do without me on Wednesday morning, my love?"

"Certainly. My replacement for the ship will be here by then, and I can help him settle in. But why?"

"Talking to Oscar made me think about a topic I've never thought about before - the future. Our future. I just decided to ask Pat to let me get that testing, and go to school if he offers it to me. And let`s not mention my plan to bring Oskar over until it`s approved by my mother."

****

We found the men sitting around the table, eating. Cal had joined the group. Gary and Joe had chosen to sit on the sofa, since they'd just eaten a late breakfast. Two chairs at the head of the table were empty for us.

Pat saw us first. "How's the kid?"

"Great. Eager to be with his Papa Ike and Papa." They alll laughed. "Pat, can I change my mind?"

"About what, buddy?"

"About the testing. I'd like to do it as soon as possible. I want to be the best parent possible for my new son, and although a truck driver can be a good parent, I want to accomplish something with my life for a change."

Pat beamed at me. "If you're serious, I'll call the testing people right now and set it up for Tuesday morning." Olaf nodded, so I agreed and Pat ran for a phone. "It's all set."

Leroy had gotten up to cook some more burgers as we sipped some beer. As he served us, I said. "I also spoke to Ole's parents." I smirked at my lover.

"Ole?" Leroy asked.

"That's what Mamma Anna calls her little boy." The men teased him good naturedly.

"Actually, `Ole' is a common nickname for Olaf." Lars said. "How did you find my aunt and uncle?"

"Charming and welcoming. I have an invitation to visit this winter."

Jacques, the French sailor, said to me. "I will have to go back to my ship this evening, and will not be able to return. Every man in this room except for Cal, Gary and Joe have fucked my ass, and they can do it while you and Oscar are in bed, or after you go to dinner. Can I ride your cock while you eat?"

"When did you fuck him, Ole?" I teased.

"When I wake up this morning to piss, you were sleeping soundly. I went to toilet and Johnny was fucking him in shower. When Johnny was done, Jacques begged me to do him, too, so I did, while Johnny sucked him." We all laughed.

I was sitting on one of our strong kitchen chairs, so I pushed away from the table. "Suck on it and get me hard, Jacques, while Joe eats your ass to get you wet." I smirked at my old friend. "He's not eating anything else." The three of us enjoyed that for a time, Jacques exclaiming how good Joe's mustache felt on his ass. I was loving being the center of erotic attention, and decided to play this very casually. Jacques straddled me, easing down, and then I had Joe hand him a paper plate with my hamburger to feed me as he used his ass muscles to massage my cock. We both groaned, then I chewed, grinning.

Taking a swig of beer, I asked Liam, "How did you end up moving in with Pat? And id it my imagination, or has your relationship changed from what Olaf and I witnessed last night?" AS I took another bite of my burger, Jacques bounced a little to stimulate us.

Liam tried to sound rough as he blushed, "Well, yeah, I have to admit it, I let the man get under my skin. I always swore I'd never let it happen again."

Olaf asked, "Again?"

Liam sighed. "I told you last night that I left Ireland with an American man who I'd fallen in love with. I gave up a good job as an office manager for him, and when he dumped me after a year, I was devastated. My job back home was gone, and I have to admit that I prefer being a gay man in American than Ireland, so I stayed. I got the job as an elevator operator at the Plaza hoping to work my way up to the front desk."

Johnny asked, "How do you manage to stay? Do you have some sort of visa?"

Liam gave a short laugh. "For all that I badmouth the man, I do have one thing to thank my ex-lover for. He got me a Green-card before I came here. He worked at the American Embassy in Dublin and pulled a few strings. He was getting transferred back to New York. When he got transferred to Paris, he decided to trade me in for a younger French model, so I became homeless. I swore then that I'd never fall in love again." He looked frightened.

I whispered, "What happened to change that, buddy?"

"When you guys got on my elevator, the only man I saw was Patrick. I felt like I'd been kicked in my bollocks." He saw the confusion on most of the men's faces. "In my manhood; my testes." We all nodded. "So I was happy to make a joke when I saw you and Olaf kissing."

"Did you have to tease my poor dad?"

"Oh, I was flirting with him in earnest, Ike. I like older men, and had he taken me up on it, we'd have had a grand time." He laughed at the shock on my face. "Ike, you take sex too seriously. I was so pleased when Pat goosed me, and then made it clear he wanted me at this party with his appointment book scam. When he took to my tough-boy routine, I knew I'd found a man to play with for a long time, and then when we came back here, he said something that made me realize he was a man worth keeping around."

Olaf asked, "I was not here. What was that?"

"He asked me, `Would you mind if I took Ike to bed to get some rest? He needs buddies right now, and I'm going to be spending my life related to him.' He implied that we`d have that amount of time together too by the way he looked at me. I knew that if he passed the first sexual test, if he submitted to the tough demands I was planning on making, I would have to make it up to him. And as totally inexperienced as he was at rough sex, he did everything to please me."

Pat took over the story, "After you two passed out, we lay on the bed kissing. The kisses turned pretty passionate, and affectionate, so what we were doing changed: the tough Master who had abused my body just a short time before was making love to me gently, stroking my body with his fingertips all over, slowly getting me hard again. Then he began to kiss down my body, swallowing my cock and sending me to heaven. Just when I thought that I would shoot my wad, he eased off, kissing his way back to my mouth. Then that tough master rolled me on my back, greasing me up to sit on my cock to ride me long and slow. Damn, is that man tight!"

Liam chuckled. "We talked quietly as I rode him. I'd never had such a long fuck in my life, and it was wonderful. I ended up telling him my life story; warts and all. It was the most intimate thing I'd ever done with a man, and I never wanted it to end. Just like Pat had never had a load fucked out of him before that night, neither had I, but he ended up forcing three out of me before he filled my arse. And damn, did he fill me up good and proper!" We all laughed.

Pat smirked. "I shot such a heavy load that I thought that I had to be shooting blood. I'd never cum so much in my life. After I came, we went into the living room for some beer and ended up talking all night. I returned the favor and told him my entire life story, some secrets and fears." I noticed that both men looked a little tired.

Liam spoke quietly. "Suddenly I blurted out, `I knew I was falling in love with you when you insisted on cuddling Ike,' shocking myself. I`d lay my heart open to be stomped on. I knew I was doomed."

"I answered, `I knew you were the only man for me when you made me kneel to you in the hotel, then kissed me. I've always been rich, always expected to be catered to, and you'd put me in my place in a few seconds, I knew that I'd finally met a real man in a tight, hot package. I love you, Liam Murphy. Will you move in with me?' I`d even got on one knee." We all laughed.

Liam explained, "It's not like I love the boarding house where I've been living, but the idea of sharing a big, fancy house with all those women was too much, so Pat suggested we give it a trial until Labor Day on his Houseboat. you're all invited to our first party on the Fourth, to watch the Tall Ships sail up the Hudson from up close. There`s enough room inside for all the orgy action we want." We all cheered.

By now, I'd finished my meal and was ready to finish fucking Jacques' hot ass. I had him get up, draping him over the arm of the sofa so his face ended up in Gary's well packed lap. I rammed back in, while the horny French sailor immediately began to open the giant black construction stud's shorts. I gasped at the sight of Gary's erection. I'd never seen a man hung like that: he had over twelve inches of uncut meat that tapered wide until it was almost as fat as my wrist at the base, with a fat head that I was sure a man really felt as it ripped in, No wonder so many men screamed when he fucked them!

With a pleased gurgle, Jacques began to suck the head and about four inches. The other men crowded around to get a look at our porn star. Inspired, I pile rove into Jacques as he gurgled around the magnificent phallus in his mouth. With a yell, I dumped my load into a grateful Frenchman.

Gary pushed him off and closed his shorts. "Later, buddy, I will make you scream for mercy." he petted Jacques' face.

Robbie made a noise like a trumpet making an announcement "Gentlemen, I announce our midnight entertainment, so that our hosts will be back for it."

"And what is that, oh clown?" I teased.

"Without a net, I'm betting that I can become one of the few men to take the full deal from Gary without hollering, screaming, begging or even whimpering. Shouting Marine slogans won't count." There was a loud gasp as Gary stood and walked up to him,

"You made that a bet. Does that include my tanning that pert ass of yours before I ram into your man-cunt, boy?"

"Did Rick or Uncle Jo-jo take that first?"

"Well, not the first time."

"Well, I'm a betting man. How about you give me twenty of your best with your bare hand, then let me rest ten minutes before mounting me?"

"What do I get when I win, punk-boy?

"I was a pretty successful hustler before I left for boot camp, so if you win, old man, you can pimp my ass for my next six leaves. I trust you to stick around and make sure there's no permanent damage done by the rough sex johns you arrange. And if you lose..."

"Ain't gonna happen, punk!" Robbie stared into his eyes for a long minute. "OK, what happens if you survive my treatment?"

Robbie smirked. "We get a good night's rest, and then tomorrow, you take the same treatment from me with the same audience, who then get to gang-bang your man-pussy." We all laughed and applauded.

Gary turned red, but realized he had no choice, so he laughed. "You're on, punk! I give you a half hour before you're blubbering!"

As if to calm things down, Jacques stood between the men, a hand seductively on Gary's massive chest. "From what I have heard, Monsieur Gary, I now look forward to an adventure after lunch of which I will be able to boast to my shipmates for years to come. I have taken some very rough treatment in my time, but I wonder if I am man enough to that monster between your legs in my poor, well-fucked hole." His French accent made it sound charming, and the two men relaxed.

Leroy stood up, "And now, if the birthday men will take their seats, I baked a special cake for them!" He went into the kitchen. The other men shielded the cake from our view until he was almost at the table. Then they parted, and my lover and I almost fell to the floor in laughter. Leroy had baked a three-tier white-frosted cake, like a wedding cake! Instead of roses, he'd managed to fashion some realistic looking cocks around one of the tiers from marzipan.

Leroy had baked a rich chocolate cake, and we enjoyed ourselves. Then Johnny declared it was gift time.

Leroy and Johnny handed each of us a bag from a local book store. Mine contained a set of audio cassettes for learning Swedish; Olaf's was the same for English. Rick had run around to Woolworth's and purchased a portable cassette recorder for each of us, while Al had purchased us each a box of batteries for them.

Cal handed me a Tiffany gift box containing a giant onyx ashtray, suitable for cigars, and a matching table lighter. "You told Adela that you'd be willing to take any of her husband's good hand-me-downs, so she gave it to me to get it out of the back of her closet. A Christmas gift she never gave to him. She also want to know your various clothing sizes." We all laughed.

Even Gary and Joe came with gifts, since Johnny had mentioned our mutual birthday; a box of fairly good quality cigars and a bottle of Bourbon. The bottle was because that was their favorite tipple, and Johnny had confessed we had none.

With much thanks, I dragged Olaf to the bedroom, threatening castration if we were interrupted before 5:30 unless by an emergency.

****

Olaf looked puzzled when I put his Swedish/English dictionary next to the box of cigars on my end table. "Ole, I want to make very slow love to you, like Pat and Liam did. I also want to talk seriously to you about some things that are on my mind, and I do not want to have to get Lars to translate." He grinned his understanding and approval of my plan.

I lay down, pulling him on me. "I want you in me" he purred at me, "For very long time, so I want to sit on you, like Liam sat on Pat."

I grinned. "Great minds think alike. I feel like I haven't spent enough time deep in my man, and that's just how I planned this."

We kissed deeply for a long time, rubbing our bodies together as we moaned. Eventually, Olaf whimpered in lust, "I cannot take it any more, min älskare ! I need you in me, now!" He picked up the tube of lube, slathering it on my aching dick before straddling me to ease my cock into his tight ass. We both howled with pleasure.

As if in an echo, we heard Jacques cursing loudly in French, then moaning rhythmically. Gary obviously had decided to give the Frenchman something to boast about. At first, it was just loud grunts, and Olaf sped up his ride to join him until I slowed him down. Soon, we learned why Gary had a reputation as a rough fucker: Jacques was crying and screaming, but suddenly, it switched to the noises of a man about to orgasm.

I opened the book and found the word. "Olaf, I want to discuss our `framtida' together, and how two men from different `samhällsklasser' can make a relationship work."

"You wish to talk of the kind of future a man of the proletariat and a man of the ruling class can have together." He restated the problem. "Our different `samhällsklasser' or social classes are perhaps even bigger than that which you helped Adela and Calvin talk about last night, is it not?"

Jacques had another noisy orgasm in the living room, which made us giggle as I kissed my lover. "Yes, that's the subject, although having children complicated their differences. I didn't realize you were listening to us."

"I was sitting in a chair with my back to you, so you not notice me. I was as impressed as Patrick by your skills with them. I have been expecting this conversation since then, just not with your wonderful cock in my ass. Am not complaining, just happy." He smirked at me, then began to use his ass muscles to show me a good time. For awhile, my head snapped back on the bed as I wallowed in pleasure., then I slapped his ass.

"Time to get serious before I forget what I had to say, sweetheart. I am as unwilling to live off of you as Cal is to live off of Adela."

"I have been giving this some thought ever since you explained the thinkings of a working class male, min älskling, You may not be aware of some other things." I nodded for him to continue. He picked up the dictionary to look up some words as he bounced on my cock. "Some of my new income and possessions as the Greve Gyllenadler are only mine during my life, so I cannot pass them on as inheritance to you or Oskar. Oskar, and any children he has, must be my primary heirs of my inheritances from other family members, and I am older than you by almost ten years. I would not respect a man who expected me to support him in luxury while he did not work, and Oscar is too old to need a parent at home. You are eager to work, and to be educated to get a better job."

I grinned up at him, since we seemed to be in agreement. "Since we will be living in the apartment provided by your job, I want to give you one third of my income, Olaf. If you think that's fair. You can do what you want with that money."

"I know what I will do with it: I will invest it for you for retirement funds, in case something happens to me. We can invest it in Europe, so there will not be an American income tax on it. In return, I will pay for any unusual expenses, such as our trips to Sweden, which would be beyond your income." I pulled down his head to seal the deal in a kiss.

Another loud French orgasm sounded from the living room, this one joined by Gary's deeper voice and applause by the men in the room.

For the next half hour, Olaf rode me harder, slowing down whenever one of us approached the brink of an orgasm. Finally, neither of us could take it any longer; I pushed him off of me long enough to wrap my lips around his cockhead as he pumped a massive load down my throat, then rolled him on his back to push back in. Three hard pumps, and I flooded his guts.

As we drifted off to sleep, sweaty and sated, I wondered what was so important that my father needed for us to meet that night for a family dinner.

****

My thanks for Google Translate for my Swedish lessons. My maternal grandfather from Stockholm would have been proud!

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