Date: Sat, 8 Jun 2019 22:15:47 -0500 From: Bruce Turner Subject: Left: Ten to Remain Left Ten to Remain Nifty needs your financial help. The site survives on your donations, please be generous. I hope those reading this story are of legal age,we want the web site to stay in business. Be sure it is legal where you live to read about 1.) sex, 2.) sex between men 3.) possible variations of gay sex 4.) who knows what I might write, there are women in the story after all. If you have any questions about the legality where you live please go elsewhere and read a widely published novel. I didn't listen to anything anyone was saying. I was so happy to hold my sons they could have been telling me that I had two minutes to live and I wouldn't have changed my actions. I immediately could tell Ton from Dana, I don't know why I hadn't been able to tell them apart earlier but Ton has a mole by his left ear and Dana doesn't. Neither of them was old enough yet to show much of their true personality but they were starting to act a little different. Fortunately that had nothing to do with their desire for their father, they both knew me as soon as I touched them and grabbed at my nose and ears while I held them tight. Tiffan was jealous of the hugs I was giving my sons, not really wildly, but he did want contact, too. He got behind me and gave me one of those hugs that let me relax against his entire body, although it had only been a few days I had missed the hugs and him. He must have missed me too, his prick rode up between my cheeks as we touched. I had been aware the group was coming and to spare Maria I had fashioned a loin-cloth that mostly just covered my cock but did make sure she wouldn't be seeing my asshole. Tiffan didn't seem to care what the little girl saw, he had forced his hand down the back of the loin-cloth and pulled it off the belt I had used to loop it over so we were sin to skin. "Take me inside and let me fuck myself on your cock"I thought I was mistaken when I heard the whisper in my ear but within seconds I knew I had heard correctly, Tiffan had my cock in his hands and was squeezing it and tickling my balls. He had been reluctant to touch me that way when I held my sons before that, I wondered if he had learned something about himself in the short time we were apart. "Roger, take us for a tour." Both Karen and Rhoda spoke about the same time. It took me a few minutes to realize that Henry was not with the group and that all three trucks were parked at the entrance. I was starting to get hard and wanted what Tiffan did but thought I should give the women and Tiffan the quick tour but as we approached the house I had claimed for us, Jesus asked which houses were cleaned and stocked for the women? I pointed to the two houses closest to the one I was planning on using. "You and Tiffan go get reacquainted. I'll take the women and children to their houses and then show them the common area. Do you think you might be done by then?" Karen and Rhoda laughed at us. They took the twins and disappeared into the first house I had stocked that morning. I watched my boys being carried across the narrow street, unable to take my eyes off them. "You heard Jesus. This is our time." He certainly meant what he was saying, he moved around so he was in front of me, gave me a peck, took hold of my cock again and lead me to the house I had told him would be ours. He didn't leave go of my cock until he was helping me lay down without bending or pulling the stitches. Like Jesus he pulled a tube of lube from his pocket although I had pointed to one sitting on a lamp table nearby. Tiffan had sat himself all the way down on my cock, smoothly accepting every inch before he said anything else. "Are we really going to be living together? I have never lived with anyone other than my parents. What will this be like? A big orgy?" "Tiffan, just fuck yourself. We can talk later." Being inside him was bringing back feelings that I had thought we had been avoiding. I don't know if I was in love with him at that point but I was close enough that all I wanted was to kiss and fuck. The idea of Jesus sharing the King sized bed was not as appealing as it had been that morning when I told Jesus that was how we would be sleeping. "Stroke my prick." Tiffan had asked me to touch him in ways before so I wasn't surprised when he asked, but when he shot off a load on the second stroke. I was. The first spurt of cum hit my left tit, the second my right: I am not usually sensitive on my nipples, sure I like them pissed on and having the twins bite them was interesting but those two shots of cum ignited something within me and I unloaded in his asshole as he lowered himself on my cock. We lay in bed catching our breath for a few minutes before Tiffan licked up the cum from my chest, went to the bathroom, got a towel wet with hot water and returned to clean my cock. I was disappointed that he hadn't done like Jesus and sucked me clean but he let me know that his dinner the night before hadn't agreed with him that well and his hole was not as clean as he would have liked. "Roger, Jesus and I talked as we were driving out here. He told me that your plan was for us to share this bed. Was he telling me the truth." "That is what I told him. After being with you for just a few minutes I don't know if that is really what I want. I'm going to have to think about it. I have had lovers in the past and three-way sex but I think I feel so much more for you than I do Jesus that it will sooner or later become problematic. "I seem to forget that there will be two other people making the same choice, what do you want?" Tiffan took a big whiff of my armpit before he answered me. "I enjoy having sex with Jesus. Remember he and I had lots of sex while you were engaged in having fun with Tony. I prefer having your cock in my ass, his is too thick. I also prefer fucking him to having you jack me off." "I couldn't have told that from the way you painted my chest." "It's been a few days since you fucked me and I really needed it. "If we all sleep in the same bed and share each other does that mean that Jesus and I can have sex without you? I'm not saying you can't watch if you want. I mean, will I be able to fuck him or suck his cock?" "Yes, of course the two of you can have sex without me. I hope you want to ask me to join in. Have you ever been fucked while fucking another guy? Or sucked a cock while fucking?" "No. You have seen all my efforts at having sex with two people at the same time."He had dropped his face into my armpit and was enjoying himself by sniffing over and over again, I wished he would lick at the hairy pit but decided he should do it on his own not in response to an order. "We will have the rest of our lives to figure out who does what in a three-way. I just hope that you and Jesus don't think I am too much the top to try enjoying one in each end. Or that I promised that I would fill your ass with piss, Jesus might like to try that too, have the two of you played piss games?"I had slid the idea of having them fuck me in that respond hoping it would take m him some time to think about it. "I think we were leaving that for you. I know that I have only ever wanted yours as much as I do." He seemed a bit abashed at that admission. Maybe he was thinking about what it would be like with Jesus. I don't know. "Shouldn't we go out and join the others?" He talked like he was in a hurry. "Are you telling me you don't want a drink?" Tiffan helped me turn and sit on the edge of the bed. I didn't have to say anything more, he dropped to his knees and took the head of my cock in his mouth blowing warm breathe across the head and touching me gently with his tongue underneath. I began a hard piss in seconds, Tiffan closed his mouth around the shaft of my cock and guzzled the waste as it flowed into his mouth never leaving go of the head or shaft with his lips. He didn't let one drop get on his chest. "Thank you. I've needed your piss since that day in the restroom. Please don't make me go a day without a drink. Jesus and I can share it." I knew he was referring to my morning load, they both were crazy about getting a load before getting out of bed and starting the day. Only Jesus was ready to suck cock when he woke up, so there was no doubt who was getting the first load of cum every day. I imagined there would be days when Jesus would get mine and Tiffan's before getting up. When we walked out of the house to join the others there was the beginning of a pile of food and stuff sitting between the three houses. Jesus was hard at work bringing in items from the trucks, Karen and Rhoda were alternately taking item into their houses and watching the three infants. Maria was following behind Jesus carrying a bag of diapers each trip he made, there should have been a faster way to unload but at least this way everyone was getting to see what we had brought and make their choice. Tiffan joined Jesus and the piles grew larger quickly. The cartons of food were too heavy for me to be carrying up the few steps we had but I was able to start moving some to the side and point out some that were heavier to Jesus and Tiffan to put in my pile, the women knew some of the items were things I had chosen because of Karen's pedestrian tastes. Maybe two hours had passed when Maria collapsed at the side of the pile in front of the men's house. Rhoda took a quick look but didn't think there was anything more than exhaustion in play. She had Jesus tell her to stay where she was, drink some water and sleep if she could. I walked out with Jesus and Tiffan intent on carrying in some of the diapers at a minimum. It takes five minutes to walk up the entrance ramp so we had time to talk a little. They had been talking about our living arrangements every trip they made and had decided that they both were willing to give my suggestion a try. Jesus asked that he didn't hear either Tiffan or I speak of love even if it was for him. I ask why and learned that there was a real remnant of jealousy from the days when he had heard Tony and I start to admit our feelings for each other while leaving him out. As far as I was concerned that was a good idea, I wasn't sure of my feelings toward Tiffan and if I was restricted from telling him I loved him I would have time to decide. Tiffan didn't sound as if the agreement had been his idea but that he was reluctantly going along with it to please Jesus. Can you be in love with two people and have two love you? I don't know the answer to that but I knew right then that my feelings for both were growing everyday we were together. "Haven't either of you been able to find a wagon or sled or dolly to help move more of what we have into the village any quicker?" I hadn't seen anything like that anywhere in the village but surely there was something, somewhere. Unless they had been removed when the village was locked up there should be at least a wheelbarrow or dolly. It might take longer to find them than it was taking to unload the trucks but it would surely make it easier on them. "Where do you suggest we look?" "There's a warehouse to the other side of the common area where I saw some furniture stored. They probably had some way to haul that in with having to have three or four men carrying it all. I didn't see anything but there must have been at least a trolley to haul pallets." We had just walked under the bright yellow sky when they grabbed me by the arms and swung me against the side of the Monster truck. I didn't struggle, knowing that my stitches were still healing. "What's up?" It only took a minute for me to find out. They must have been planning it all morning. With my arms stretched up they dove into the armpit to their respective side and showed me how much they were going to try getting along by allowing the other the sweat of a pit. They had me as hard as I get but neither of them reached for my cock or licked below my nipples, I was disappointed but they were all smiles when they let me loose and went to work. "You cock teases, aren't you going to finish what you started?" "We did finish. Your pits are cleaned out." Tiffan gave me a look as he handed a carton of LeSueur Early peas to Jesus. "Be sure to put that in the pile in front of our house." I sat two packages of diapers on the food carton and went back to get some for me to carry. "How are we supposed to get that Harley out of the snow plow?" I hadn't even thought about that. It had been too long since I had ridden it and was going to be a few more months. We're going to have to find a way to build a ramp or find a loading dock. Where are the Ducati's?" I hadn't even looked for them when they had arrived, I hoped they hadn't been convinced to leave them somewhere by Henry. They might be the best way we had to search the country-side for other survivors or food when we started to run low. I hoped we could set up regular excursions so we didn't get to that point but until we had the village to the point where we felt safe that would have to wait. "Rhoda! There's something wrong with Maria." The girl had fallen from the crate we had left her sitting on. Rhoda and Jesus spent time on opposite sides of the girl trying to get her to respond to their voices and light slaps and shaking without any success. Karen dumped a glass of water on the girl's face and she tried to rise but complained to Jesus that she had 'un dolor do la cabeza'. They moved the small girl to the sofa in Rhoda's home to be, twice in the fifty feet they helped her to walk she had to vomit. Rhoda didn't know if there was anything serious wrong but the best she could say right then was that the girl had eaten something she shouldn't and had a slight case of food poisoning. I went off to see if there was anything that would help make the process of unloading and moving into the village any quicker. At the rate we were going it was going to take a couple days to get the trucks unloaded. Jesus and Tiffan were getting tired from carrying and walking but neither complained. It might have been better if the small tractor I had stolen would fit in the entry way but it was at least a foot too wide. The thought of a tractor sent me to the common area, there must be a tractor used to keep the grass mowed, no there was an automated square that couldn't hold more than the blades necessary working its way back and forth across the field. To the warehouse I had seen earlier but had ignored, as it was mostly furniture and the house I had chosen was already furnished. As I thought about that I decided we should have a house meeting to see if Jesus and Tiffan were happy with what was in the house or would prefer changing things out with what was in the warehouse. Shoot, I'd need to ask Karen and Rhoda the same thing. I had been walking around the warehouse for twenty minutes before I saw a forklift with a pallet parked outside what must have been a lunch room. The forklift didn't go very fast but at least three times as fast as I can walk. I managed to find a way from the warehouse to the houses and around the piles of goods. I think I was half way up the entry ramp when I saw Tiffan and Jesus headed my way. They took one look at what I was driving and set their boxed down and jumped onto the pallet for a ride. Using the fork lift and pallet we soon had the two snow plows empty and were working on loading diapers when we saw two men walking across the field towards us. There was both hope and fear at seeing others. Would they be friendly or were they carrying guns as aggressive weapons? I told Jesus to take the forklift down the entry way and tell the women that we had visitors that may or may not be friendly. They were to all be carrying loaded pistols, place the infants securely in the houses, have as much of the food as they could placed in the houses and be prepared to greet our visitors. The pair had sharp eyes and went directly to the hole I had pulled in the fence and entered by ducking under the chain link that we had tried to bend back into place. It only took one look to see they were related, most likely father and son but I wasn't going to jump to that conclusion before talking to them. "Good afternoon. I am Roger." It had only been months since I used my last name but I had found that I no longer needed it to be identified. If we met another Roger that might change. "I am Noel and this is my father Chuck Langley." "Where did you come from? We weren't sure there were other survivors." "We have walked here from Texarkana. We saw too many vehicles blocking the road when we first left the College to try driving (he was covetously looking at the snowplows and Monster truck). We spent a few days or weeks looking around the Texas and Arkansas sides of the city not finding any other living humans. "Where are you from?" The accent marked him as definitely being from a different part of the country from me. "I am from Maine. "How did you survive the May 1st attack?" "We're not really sure. I was giving my father a tour of the inside of a new cloud computing system we were building at the college. Someone bumped the door shut while we were inside, which makes my very claustrophobic. Dad tried calming me down for a minute of two, there is only the green lights of a reflecting monitor inside the case. It took a few minutes to find our way back out of the cage, that was a surprise since the cage is only ten by ten. When we opened the door there were no people. We didn't know what happened around us or to us. "We still don't." Noel seemed more confused than I had been for the first few days. I looked at the father, he seemed to be stunned. "Have you had a need for the guns you are carrying?" Noel looked down seeming to be surprised to see that he had a rifle pointed at us. Not looking like he was comfortable with the gun he used the strap and hung it over his shoulder He needed to convince his father to do the same. "I heard about this place a few years ago when there was a huge lawsuit going on against the town, county, state, contractors and the company that had been promoting the ability of anyone that moved here to survive a nuclear attack. Is that why you survived?" "No. I was in an old-fashioned MRI tube the tech had closed on both ends. Tiffan was in a hospital X-Ray control room that had been carefully lined with lead." "Do you know what happened?" I decided right then that inviting them into the village was the proper thing to do. I didn't know what their reaction was when Tiffan caressed my butt since I was ahead of them, they kept following us until we stopped in front of the others. "Introduce yourselves, tell our visitors where you came from. Noel was in school in Texarkana. By the way where is your father from Noel?" "He was a rice farmer down by Beaumont." Noel and his father relaxed some as they heard the differing origins of our group. Over dinner they tried to make sense of what they heard and saw. I offered them a house for the night or more if they decided to join us, I felt odd doing that: they had as much right to the village as we did but I guess first settlers always have to give permission to visitors. The son explained the reason there was still power in the village and Ector. Four years earlier the power company had signed an agreement with the Technical School he was attending to switch the power plant from being run by humans to fully automated. There had been protests about the loss of jobs but the plant was going to be less dangerous to the state and country as a whole so the permits were granted. It had taken three and a half years to convert every activity in the plant, As of January 1st there were no humans involved in the operation of the power plant that provided electricity to all of Eastern Texas. I understood the objections to the no human operation of nuclear power but the fact that there would by power for years was reassuring. Noel had been part of the crew that had confirmed the stockpile of uranium rods being place within reach of the robots that worked in high radiation zones. He thought with full power usage the plant was expected to not need more rods for at least five years, with the minimal use of the village and towns that had been set on auto pilot for lights the plant should survive at least twenty years without outside maintenance probably many more. It was great to have some one that understood electricity and computers better than I do. If Chuck was able to relax and fit in I hoped the pair would become a part of our village. The look Karen had give Chuck made me think she might want him to stay, too. No one had given Noel those types of looks, not even Jesus that I would have thought would want to be the first on the stranger. I didn't know why, Noel was not model beautiful but he could have been a small town heart throb. The subject of sex never came up that first night around the dinner table we had set in the center of the houses. Karen let the men know she would be up to make breakfast. I felt bad that we hadn't shown the infants to the new comers but I think it is natural not to want to expose the defenseless to possible dangers. Chuck and Noel said they would like a tour in the morning, I was glad they were willing to wait. Rhoda hadn't been in her house for five minutes when we heard her yelling to Karen for help. We didn't know what was happening but Jesus and I ran to her aid, too. We were all too late. Maria had died while we were welcoming new members to the group. Karen wasn't too sure of the cause but from the symptoms Maria had described she thought the girl had suffered from lead poisoning although how that had happened she wasn't sure. Over breakfast Rhoda made her supposition know. It was the first time Chuck spoke without being directly questioned. "We used to get migrant workers whose children died from lead poisoning. It only stopped a few years ago when the Mexican government went house to house replacing the dishes and plates being used with lead free items. The migrants hated the new plates, when they learned their old plates were the reason their children were small or dying they would buy American plates. Cheap stuff, but better than the plastic the government gave them." "Jesus? Did she ever give you the indication she was from Mexico or further south?" "I think she was from Guatemala." "They never learned the lesson from the Mexicans."Chuck sounded a little bitter when he said that. Tiffan came with me when I gave Noel and Chuck a tour of the village. We were carrying the boys, Jesus had stayed at the house to rebuild the crib and set up a room for the boys. I think he wanted to be alone to mourn for Maria so I didn't try to convince him to join us. "This isn't quite what they advertised." "No, it is really more of a commune than I would have thought the people that had the money to buy into here would have wanted." "Is that why you were all eating together last night and this morning?" "No, we have been traveling together and one dining area for everyone has been more efficient plus we were able to make plans every morning for that day while together. We would be finding different situations, road blockages, etc so gathering for a meal helped us coordinate." "Whose sons are you carrying?" I suppose Chuck hadn't heard me introduce Ton and Dana as my sons at breakfast. "Chuck they are my sons." "Is Karen or Rhoda their mother?" "Let's have a seat. I don't want to shock you too badly. "Chuck, I am gay. But, more importantly in answering your question I was born intersexed. My parents didn't know I was born with partially formed ovaries so I didn't know I was intersexed until I was having problems shortly after my 23rd birthday when I had a doctor do a scan of my torso and found a dead fetus. He thought when he looked at the other ovary that it was immature and wasn't likely to produce an egg but should produce enough estrogen to protect my heart from the normal male problems. "My life went on as normal, I never thought any more about the fact I had an ovary and never told any of my sexual partners. Why should they be worried about giving me a child when I thought the possibility was no higher than when they were with another guy. About a year ago I broke up with a lover that I'd had for a few years. I was still in love but he wanted a child so bad that he had agreed to marry a lesbian that also wanted a child or children. Luis and I continued to see each other every weekend for one night. We continued on that way for about three or four months until I couldn't take the arrangement any longer and told him not to come back. "Shortly after that I started having the same problems I had when I was carrying the dead fetus. My doctor was the same man and thought if I was pregnant he could medicate me through the entire process. That was the reason I was in the MRI tube when the May 1st attack occurred. Rhoda came with us after we found her with Tiffan, a thoracic surgeon and another intern. She and the doctor had thoroughly gone over the operation she would need to perform to remove the child from inside me. Before we left Tiffan and I were able to get an X-Ray machine and an MRI machine operating so the doctor and Rhoda had a good look at what she would see on the inside.. "That is when I learned that I was carrying twins. I am still healing from the operation that split my abs but every day I feel better and the boys grow bigger." Neither Noel or Chuck said anything for a few minutes. Noel seemed to be more stunned than the father. "Are the boys fully formed?" "No deformities, Chuck, ten fingers, ten toes and a stout little prick." "I was probably five years old when I visited my grandfather's ranch north of Austin. It was calving season and I had no knowledge of what that meant other than there would be new calves around the ranch. My grandfather was a selective breeder, he was always trying to find a cow with less fat and more muscle. That meant that his cows and bulls were kept in separate fields for most of the year. Even the bulls were kept separate from each other once they were more than two years old. I didn't know it then but later I learned that a bull will mount anything in its way when he's in the mood. "Back to what I was telling you. We had been helping cows give birth for at least a week when one of the cowboys told my grandfather that one of the young bulls was in trouble. After taking a quick look my grandfather called the vet to come to the ranch and see if the bull was salvageable. We spent the rest of the day in the pen with that bull trying to keep him quiet until the vet arrived. I asked my grandfather if he was going to have a calf. "That got a laugh from the cowboy that was trying to help us. "I guess it hadn't sounded so stupid to my grandfather because he started trying to get a feel of the bull's stomach. I had seen it being kicked the same as the cows we had helped so I wasn't surprised when I heard him tell; the cowboy that there was going to be another calf and that he needed to get the vet there ASAP. "He arrived about that time. I heard my grandfather tell the vet that he had been trying to breed the species to get both cows and bulls that could bear calves. The vet laughed until he did the same exam my grandfather had of the bull's belly." They had to cut that calf out of the bull. Neither of them lived for a full day. I have never forgotten what my grandfather thought was possible." I was probably another three or four years older when he told me that evry bull that had been with calf had died when then attempted to remove the calf. "You never told me that." Noel looked at his father like he was someone he didn't know. "We never had animals around so there never seemed to be an occasion." "Well I don't like to be compared to a bull, but at least you seem to understand the biology of what happened." "Did Rhoda leave the ovary in you?" Chuck was still curious. "Yes. She said it was healthy and that there was no reason to remove it." "So you might have more children?" "I guess if I ever find a man that I want fucking me." Over lunch we discussed all the different nationalities that were represented around the table. Chuck was one hundred percent British while Noel was half Swedish. If you were looking to do a melting pot to repopulate Earth you couldn't have picked a more diverse group. I wondered what type of child Noel and I might have although he hadn't expressed any interest in having sex with me. "Don't be looking at my son that way. I think I raised a steer." Chuck wasn't too happy as he made that remark. Noel half blushed but when I glanced at him he gave me a nod. A steer? Noel was a eunuch? "Chuck, you still interested in women aren't you?" Rhoda was not usually that forward but she must have been feeling a need that day. I really didn't blame her, three out of four of us had been gay leaving only Henry for the women. Unless she had been sharing with Karen she had been without since she left the doctor. "Ever since this one's mother died I have been looking for a woman that can satisfy me. I think she spoiled me with that Scandinavian sexual freedom. I would love to be fathering more children, interested?" She blushed so red I had to laugh, so did everyone else at the table. I was glad to hear that Chuck wanted to father children, the chances of me giving birth again was slight but if he was able to impregnate the two women the chances of Earth surviving were better. He didn't look that old,l maybe twice his son's age? Early forties? "Chuck have you been thinking about staying here? Noel?" "Roger, I think this is about as good a place to live as we're going to find. Two unmarried women of childbearing age. Infants for any more children to grow up with, food and shelter and pleasant company. If Noel agrees I think I want to stay." "Dad, there is everything here I want and need. We should stay." We had lost one of our group the previous night but we were adding two members that might be of more help (I know that sounds cold but we are fighting for survival). I couldn't believe I was seeing Karen and Rhoda trying to out flirt the other, might they end up like Jesus and Tiffan? Sleeping on opposite sides of one man? "Roger, can we take a walk and talk?" "As long as you're willing to carry one of the boys." We had fed them after eating and they both needed to be burped and walking was a good way to get them started. I found a new diaper to throw over his shoulder, showed him what to do and picked up Ton to put on my shoulder. "Where would you like to go?" I was glad that he and Chuck had spent the day without their rifles. I was still carrying my pistol but I was fairly certain I wasn't going to need it to defend myself from this pair. "Can we go look at the bikes?" "Trying to get on my good side?" I was yearning to ride a cycle but Rhoda had told me that I needed to wait at least six more weeks. I realized when we got outside that we hadn't unloaded the trailer that I had been hauling behind the Harley. There was more than we could carry but I was happy to see that the jar of pure maple syrup had survived the ride without breaking. "My father embarrassed me while we were talking about children. Still, he may have been right. I have never seen anyone that I have had a sexual attraction to. That doesn't mean I don't get erections but they are the normal fourteen a day of a normal twenty-two year old without any purpose or specific goal." "Why are you telling me this? If you don't want sex with me or any one else I don't think you are going to be forced. Jesus might get a little pushy but just tell him you aren't interested and he will back off. "But, tell me. Have you never felt a specific interest?"He was blushing wildly. "I have but that was in my teens and I had heard that my interest was evil and against the will of God so many times that I convinced myself to fight the desire. No, it wasn't homosexual. I'm not going to tell you what it was but with the way our life is now I shouldn't have any problems." "You aren't into children, I hope." "Hell, no. Sorry, Dana. Children are the least of my worries, I think they are so anti-sexual that I was always willing to sign the petitions that demanded the death penalty for pedophiles that acted out with children under fourteen." "As long as the children are safe I won't rescind the invitation to stay with us." "I used to have one of these." "A Ducati?" "Yeah, the first year I was in technical school I would ride it back and forth from Beaumont to Texarkana every weekend to help out on the farm. One weekend when I was home a farm hand ran over it with a tractor, that was the end of it. I wasn't insured for that type of accident so I couldn't get a new one." "I had never had one until we picked up these two in Fort Worth. Stick around until I'm ready to ride and I will probably let you have the other one. Neither Tiffan or Jesus seem interested in bikes." We spent the rest of the time talking about the Harley and the Ducati's establishing a feeling of trust on both our parts. "So what kind of dick does he have?" Jesus would have been the one I expected to hear that from not Tiffan. "I really don't know anything other than he said it works." "That wasn't the reason he wanted to get you alone?" "No he wanted to talk about his father saying he was a steer. He promised that the children had nothing to fear from him, that was all I really needed to hear. "We talked about the bikes for an hour before we came back in." "A fellow rider?" "Yes. He owned a Ducati, once."If he had said the Harley without any interest in sex I would have doubted every word of what he said. "Is he moving in with us?" "No. Hew is going to live across the street, his father hopes to bounce back and forth between the women. Let's see how that works." "They'll be at each other until they are both pregnant." I didn't say it but that was exactly how I saw the situation working, too. "Talking about pregnant, do you want to get pregnant again?" "I don't think so. If Karen and Rhoda have some babies that should be enough, twins are more than I ever planned on taking care of." "Without either of us needing to have a job you could have more." "Tiffan, we are going to have a lot of work trying to make sure this place is clad in metal. I haven't seen anything that would tell me what we have to begin with." Where to begin and how much metal covering do we really need? "As you and Jesus were putting things away did you happen to see that brace Karen lent me?" "You want my ass?" He caught on fast and was almost laughing as het urned around to ask me that. "Damn, right. Maybe Jesus's too. How does that sound?" "He's mourning Maria but a fuck might make him feel better." Tiffan always seems to be thinking of others. I'm sure that is one of the reasons I more than like him. Besides liking him it helps to make me a better man, not that I'm selfish but my thoughts do tend to flow in one direction when they get started., Like at that moment my thoughts were on getting in an ass and there wasn't anything that Tiffan might say that would make me not want in his ass. He may have been trying to get me to fuck Jesus first so that I would last longer when it was his turn, I didn't find it too difficult to get down on the bed while he was searching for Jesus and the brace. That was a first in weeks, maybe the stitches were finally going to stop interfering in my life. "Tiffan said you are ready to fuck." "I am, whoever gets fucked first gets their dick sucked by the other one."I figured that one right, Jesus pushed Tiffan my way. I don't know if he is ever going to get enough cock, he loves it in his mouth and his ass every chance he gets. Neither of us was aware that Tiffan was planning on pissing while fucked, having Jesus drinking his juice was even more of a thrill than he had planned.