Date: Thu, 25 Feb 2016 00:58:23 +0000
From: Pony Boy1984 <ponyboy1984@hotmail.com>
Subject: An Awakening in Oklahoma

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An Awakening in Oklahoma

By Pony Boy 1984

Act 1

Sean leaned back in his seat, completely lost in pages of the book he was
clutching. His glasses were barely visible between the curly locks of
blonde hair extending down his forehead. He didn't notice the larger boy
approaching him until the swipe of the boy's hand sent the copy of
`Wuthering Heights' flying out of Sean's small hands.  His blue eyes
widened as he looked up at his older classmate. "W-w-why d-did you d-d-do
th-a-a-t?" he stammered.

"W-w-why do you st-st-stutter like a retard?" Alex mocked down at him. He
lifted his foot and shoved the chair back, sending Sean tumbling backward.
His glasses fell off his face, skittering across the linoleum floor.

Sean rubbed the back of the head, unable to stem the tears that immediately
streamed from his eyes. He scrambled to his feet, confronting the older boy
that stood nearly a foot taller than he did. "St-st-stop th-th-that!"

Alex shoved the boy backward, "Come on Sean, what are you going to do?"
Before Alex could follow through with another shove, a pair of hands
knocked him off balance.  "Come off it, Alex!" Jimmy demanded.

"This is none of your business. Go back to the reservation!" Alex said with
a sneer. The librarian had caught notice of the disturbance and finally
intervened.

"What seems to be the problem?" she asked, her arms folded and eyes
narrowed.

"Nothing, just helping Sean up," Alex replied, quickly backing away from
the scene and moving to the other side of the library.

She shot the younger boy a look of concern. "Are you hurt, Sean?"

"No, Ma'am. I j-j-just fell out of my ch-chair," he replied. After checking
for any sign of injury, she returned to her desk.

Jimmy recovered his younger companion's belongings. "Are you alright?" he
asked in a hushed voice.

Through his tears, the small blonde managed to flash a shy smile. "Thank
you, Waya. You're the best," he said in a hushed voice.

It's not often Jimmy heard his Cherokee name uttered by anyone except his
adopted dad, but it always brought a smile to his face. "Aww, it was
nothing," he said, looking away from Sean in a quick bit of shyness.

"Don't let those guys get to you. They're just jealous that you're smarter
than them."

"I'm going to miss you this summer," Sean confessed, sighing at the thought
of spending the summer alone.

"Well, maybe you can come over to my house this summer," Jimmy offered,
restoring the smile on Sean's face, his azure eyes sparkling through the
lingering tears. "Now, come on. The bell is about to go off," Jimmy said.
He couldn't help but reach out and gently wipe the tears from Sean's face.
Jimmy's ruddy brown complexion contrasted against Sean's pale flesh. The
younger boy looked up at him and smiled, responding positively to the
touch. Before either boy could speak, the period bell chimed in the
distance, sending students scampering to their next class.

"Come on, Sean. I'll walk you to your next class," Jimmy offered. Once he
had escorted Sean safely to his next destination, he turned down the hall
only to discover the scowling visage of Alex staring at him.  Alex
attempted to shove Jimmy, but he side-stepped the attack and stiff-armed
his opponent. Recognizing that Jimmy wasn't going to take the abuse, Alex
took a measured step backward. "Stay out of my business, freak."

Jimmy responded by extending his middle finger at Alex. Alex made a fist
and punched his palm, in a futile effort to intimidate him. The chime of
the alarm overhead cut the boys' posturing short, sending both to their
respective classes in a hurry.

Jimmy knew that Alex's threats were futile since the boy had to remain in
his father's good graces to stay on the school's basketball team. Jimmy
preferred to fight his own battles but took some comfort knowing Alex would
never risk taking things too far. Jimmy wasn't ashamed of his heritage, but
sometimes he wished his Caucasian genes dominated a little more.
Fortunately, he only needed to endure one more period, before the freedom
and release of summer would be upon him.

Act 2

The sun was sinking below the horizon, casting long shadows across the
highway. John flicked on his headlights and set the cruise control as his
car traveled westward on Route 9. Melissa settled back in her seat before
turning to him. "John, do you ever wonder what life would be like if we had
never gotten married?"

John was taken aback by the question though admittedly the thought had
crossed his mind on more than several occasions. He glanced over at her and
while she was smiling, there was that hint of sorrow in her eyes. He did
his best to flash her a reassuring smile. "Come on babe, I'd be a lost
puppy without you!"

"No, I mean if you could be doing anything in the world, what would you
do?" She asked.

John's heart rate increased as sweat began forming on his brow. He rolled
down the driver's side window and clutched the steering wheel a little
tighter. "I was never particularly ambitious. I just want to be a good
husband and the best father I can be." He reached and placed his hand on
his wife's hand and squeezed it reassuringly.

Melissa smiled, "I have no doubt you'll be a great father." She placed his
hand on the lump in her stomach and it took just a moment before John felt
a gentle kick.

He smiled, "He's going to be a kicker for The Chiefs." John noticed that
any doubt that was masked behind his wife's eyes had evaporated as she
relaxed back into the seat.

John glanced at his review mirror as a pickup truck began tailgating
him. Melissa glanced back and shook her head. "Some people are just hell
bent on getting themselves killed."

The truck swerved blindly into the eastbound lane and accelerated rapidly.
"What a jackass!" John retorted, tapping the breaks to let the truck pass
him. However, the truck didn't have time to see the car that had just
turned onto the highway. John's mind only had a fraction of a second to see
the truck suddenly veer back into his lane, skidding sideways. He slammed
on the breaks and turned left, only to strike the third vehicle head on. As
the car spun through the air, he turned toward his left only to discover
that most of the driver's side part of the car was gone, including his
wife.

"Melissa, no!" John screamed, before bolting up from his bed inside his
darkened room. John sat on the side of the bed, burying his head in his
hands. It had been nearly ten years since the accident, and still it
haunted his dreams. He turned on the bedside lamp and looked over at the
small picture of her he kept on his nightstand. He did want to be a good
husband, but perhaps it was never meant to be. He couldn't tell her what he
really wanted.

Five glistening silver plaques hung on his wall, his name emblazoned as
"Coach of the Year." The remainder of his wall space contained either
pictures of his basketball team, or of his son. Jimmy "Waya" Adams was
everything he ever wanted, well almost everything. He picked up the boy's
picture, remembering the first time he saw him in the hospital. Like
himself, Waya had lost everything, too. In some regards, the boy had it
worse.

"It's a shame about the kid. Poor bastard, neither grandparents want
anything to do with him." The man said, shaking his head sadly.

"Why not?" John asked.

"He's a half-breed. His father was from Osage and his mother was from
Kansas City. As I understand it, they eloped without their parents
blessing. They moved out here to try and start a new life. Too bad they
never got the chance," he said.

"So, what's going to happen to him?" John asked.

"State Services will have to be brought in. I guess they'll send him off to
a foster home."

"What's his name?"

"His parents called him Jimmy, but his Cherokee name is Waya," the man
replied.

"Does that name have significance?" John inquired.

"Waya is their word for wolf. I guess it's appropriate because that is one
tough kid who is now very much alone." The man looked back at John, a wave
of guilt crossing his face. "I'm sorry, John. I guess you're both..."

"It's alright, Bill." John began to turn away, before stopping and turning
back. "Bill, do State Services have to be brought in?"

Bill raised an eyebrow, "Well, not if some family could be found. Why?"

"Bill, what would you say if I wanted to adopt him? I mean, if none of his
family are willing to come forward?"

John looked through the window at the boy, who suddenly turned and looked
right in the eyes and smiled. It had been the first smile that appeared on
the boy's lips since the accident.

"If you're serious about this, I'll see what I can do." Bill turned in time
to see the boy smiling. "In such a senseless tragedy, maybe this is God's
will. I'll ask around and get back to you," Bill promised.

John crept down the hall and cracked open Jimmy's door and peered
inside. He could only see the silhouette of the boy's bare body spread out
on his bed. He bit his lower lip and closed the door, walking into the
living room and collapsing on the couch. Raising the boy had been an
adventure on many levels, regarding his heritage and now his emerging
sexuality. He wanted Jimmy to be confident and open, he wanted the boy's
childhood to be the opposite of his. So, when Jimmy came to him to discuss
his attraction to both sexes, he wanted to be supportive and
affirming. John was more honest with Jimmy than he had ever been with
Melissa or even himself. He, of course, stopped just short of telling his
son his real desires, but he wanted his "wolf cub" to know that he wasn't
alone and didn't need to fear being honest about his feelings and desires.

John couldn't help but notice Jimmy's attitude had become a little more
confident the past few months since that talk on his eleventh
birthday. John wondered if the boy could sense that his dad shared the same
interest in boys. Jimmy would occasionally point out a boy he found
attractive. It was bad enough being exposed to a locker room filled with
barely dressed boys that looked up to him, but even his own son
occasionally offered temptations that he resisted at every turn.

He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, trying to push all these
thoughts from his weary brain. Only in the silence did he hear the distant
crackle of thunder. After about ten minutes, the flashes of lightning began
lighting up the living room. Each crack of thunder rumbled and crackled
with energy that gently vibrated the windows. "This is going to be a bad
one," he thought to himself.

Soon the patter of raindrops hitting the living room window could be heard,
gradually increasing in tempo as the storm approached. However, it was the
shrill wail of the sirens that rousted John fully awake and screaming his
son's name before he even stood to his feet. "Wake up, Waya! Now! Now!" he
screamed, as the boy burst from his room, still trying to pull underwear
over his morning erection.

"I know! I'm coming!" he yelled, bouncing against the walls, still waking
himself up. They'd been through this drill plenty of times before and he
knew exactly what to do.

The pair reached the cellar door at the same time and descended into the
shelter. By the time they got to the foot of the stairs, the power had gone
out. "Hopefully, it's another false alarm," the boy said. The crackling
sound of thunder overhead was deafening as hail began striking the
roof. John pulled his son tightly against him, shielding the boy with his
body. A new sound emerged from the chaotic frenzy of falling hail, howling
the wind and crashing thunder. It was reminiscent of a locomotive traveling
down the tracks at a high rate of speed. Only, this town doesn't have a
rail line.

"Oh God, Dad. It's for real!" Jimmy said, now trembling with fear.

John held the boy, "It's going to be alright. We'll be OK," he assured
him. They both knew that even if their home was spared, someone else would
be less fortunate. After what felt like an eternity, the howling and
rumbling diminished and the wailing sirens ceased. The two emerged from the
basement shelter and inspected the property with flashlights and were
relieved to find no damage to their home or their neighbors.

The next morning the pair drove to the emergency shelter located in the
school gymnasium. They brought with them donuts, coffee and any supplies
that would be required to help those displaced by the storm. They were
relieved to discover that only a few homes had been severely damaged, the
town had dodged a bullet. However, not everyone was quite so
fortunate. Jimmy carried in a box of supplies and raised his eyes in
surprise.

Sitting on a cot with his bright red face buried in his small hands was his
friend Sean. Jimmy cried out in surprise and ran over to the boy. Sean
looked up, his countenance suddenly brightening. "Waya!"  Jimmy wrapped his
hands around the younger boy and hugged him. Sean began crying again and
held on to his friend tightly. "Where is your mom?" Jimmy asked with
concern.  Both boys looked up at the overhead florescent lights that
flickered several times before stabilizing.

"She had to get to work. We lost almost everything," Sean murmured. It was
then Jimmy realized that his friend's glasses were cracked.

"It's going to be OK. I got an idea! I'll be right back," Jimmy said,
excusing himself to seek out his father.

"Dad! Dad!" Jimmy exclaimed, grabbing his father's hand.

"What is it?" John said, laughing at his son's sudden burst of earnest
enthusiasm.

Jimmy led his father to the far side of the gymnasium and pointed to
Sean. "His house was damaged and I don't think he and his mom have anywhere
else to go."

By virtue of being the school's coach, he was already familiar with the
school's wonder boy Sean Reardon. It was the first time in the school's
history that a nine-year-old graduated the sixth grade a solid two years
ahead of other boys his age. The downside of his academic successes was
dealing with the less understanding older boys. He knew his son had a lot
in common with the boy, but suspected that perhaps there was something more
than Jimmy's innate compassion at work. "Dad, can they stay with us?
Please! His mom works all the time and she can use the spare room, and Sean
can stay in my room!"

"Slow down Waya, let's think about this for a moment," John said, holding
up his hand. "I think we really need to speak to his mother first. Don't
you think?"

Jimmy sighed, wringing his hands. "Yes, I guess so."

Sean had looked up at them just as Jimmy responded. John bit his lip as he
made eye contact with the lad. He knew that having Sean around would make
Jimmy happy and well, how could he resist having another beautiful boy
around the house. "Go find out his mom's number, so I can give her a call."

Jimmy broke into an excited grin and immediately sprinted over to his
friend before John could tell him not to get his hopes up. His son returned
in moments with the woman's cell phone number. Within a few hours, they
were all on their way home together.

Act 3

Kate surveyed the spare bedroom, before turning to John. "I don't even know
what to say, John. I thought we'd end up in some cheap hotel for the next
couple of months."

"This town has survived more than its share of calamity. We persevere by
being there for one another until we can rebuild and start again. This room
has been used for little more than storage for years, so we're not actually
sacrificing anything. Besides, Jimmy is happy to have the company," Joh
replied.

"Sean talks about your son all the time. If I didn't know better, I'd say
he..." Kate's voice trailed off as he faced flushed slightly.

John filled in the blanks, Sean likely had a crush on his son and he was
certain the feeling was mutual. "Jimmy is very fond of your son. I think he
sees him as something of a common soul since the both of them face more
than a little teasing and bullying at school.

Kate smiled warmly. "Well, to be honest, I sometimes work an extra shift,
but right now the company is offering time and a half for working extra
shifts. We need that money right now to get back on our feet, so I'd be
there most of the time. I hate to place a burden on you like this."

"Sean is a great kid, and since it's summer recess I have some extra time
anyways," John assured her.

"He thinks the world of you too," she admitted.

John raised an eyebrow and cleared his throat. "Well, I do make an effort
to be there for all my boys." Mercifully, the lights flickered which
disrupted the awkward pause in their conversation. "On the other hand, I
can't guarantee we'll have electricity when you get home. Luckily, we have
a grill to cook dinner."

Kate headed off to work after helping Sean get settled into Jimmy's room,
leaving the three of them alone. Jimmy had taken his companion on a tour
through the house, before the three of them headed off to Sean's house to
see if anything could be recovered from the wreckage. They spent several
hours as the sun faded toward the western horizon, bathing their shirtless
bodies in a pale orange light as Sean desperately tried to recover what
little was left of their lives. The boy broke down crying several times, as
John and his son struggled to console him.

"Things can and will be replaced Sean, but people can't," John said. Sean
looked up at him and nodded. Jimmy had told him a little bit about his
father, so Sean had some sense that both of them understood what it was
like to lose something or someone important. The boy knew that at least he
had his mom, and in that regard he was luckier than either John or
Jimmy. Besides, the thought of spending the whole summer with them had
already brightened his overall outlook.

After recovering some items from the unstable structure, the trio piled
back into the car to head home. As the sun set, John noticed that the
lights throughout town were off again. "We'll grill up some burgers when we
get home and then get cleaned up."

John decided they should eat first while there was still a glimmer of
lingering sunlight painting red and orange hues on the western
horizon. Soon the sound of sizzling hamburgers filled the air while Jimmy
and Sean worked on sorting the boy's recovered belongings. "I hope you're
not a picky eater," John said as he served the burgers.

Sean giggled, "No, Coach. I usually have to microwave everything anyways."

Jimmy looked up at his dad with concern. John already suspected that his
mom wasn't usually home until late, so the boy typically had microwave
dinners or leftovers. "Well, you're going to be getting home cooked meals
at the Chateau' Adams. And please, just call me John." Sean didn't respond,
but he beamed happily as he tore into his dinner.

As it became too dark to see, John was forced to break out a few red
glowsticks and placed them at strategic locations throughout the house. He
clapped his hands together to muster the boys outside the bathroom. "It
doesn't look like the power is coming back anytime soon, and we don't have
unlimited hot water. So, we're going to need to shower together to conserve
the hot water."

Sean's eyes widened. "T-t-together?" Sean stuttered with some concern.

"You don't have anything we've not both seen before," John quipped,
unbuttoning his belt and letting his jeans slip to the floor. Sean didn't
respond, but his lips formed an immediate grin which broadened as Jimmy
likewise began stripping in front of him. John and Jimmy entered the
bathroom with Sean trailing behind them. John snapped several red glow
sticks, casting the entire bathroom in a pale crimson light.

"Your turn!" Jimmy said. Sean turned around and unbuttoned his jeans,
pulling them down around his ankles. John couldn't help but notice Jimmy's
excited smile when Sean revealed his tighty-whiteys. John tried to act
disinterested as he turned on the shower water, finding a temperature that
was suitable for all three of them and would last for awhile.

John slid off his boxers. "Alright boys, climb in!" Jimmy shed his
underwear, leaving Sean to hunch over and pull his down, trying to hide his
boyhood from the others. He slid toward the walk-in shower much like a
crab, moving laterally toward his destination. John was standing in back
with Jimmy just in front of him. Since this left the water spraying right
in his face, Sean was forced to turn around to face Jimmy and John.

The boy's blue eyes widened when he got a perfect view of both Jimmy and
John's body. He tried to look Jimmy in the face, but his eyes wandered
around their bodies. Much to Sean's horror, his smooth boyhood immediately
inflated to three and one-half inches. He looked down and quickly turned
around, braving the water spraying in his face. "No, not now!" he whispered
down at his wayward appendage.  "It's alright Sean, that happens to me all
the time," Jimmy said softly.

"R-r-r-really?" he stuttered, using his hand to try and shield his face
from the water.

"It's OK, really," Jimmy said, placing his hand on the boy's shoulder. Sean
turned around, his head hung low.

"You have absolutely nothing to be ashamed about, Sean. Every single guy in
the world has the same thing happen to them. It's perfectly natural," John
assured him.

As Jimmy looked over Sean's body, his own boyhood began to throb, which
attracted Sean's attention. Sean's face brightened as the red light from
the glow sticks glistened in the droplets of water rolling down his body as
he watched his friend get an erection. Jimmy blushed but didn't make any
effort to hide it.

"Waya, why does your's look different than mine?" Sean inquired.

Jimmy wasn't entirely sure, so he turned back toward his father. "Dad, why
is his different?"

John looked over his son's shoulder and glanced at Sean's erection. "He's
not circumcised, so he still has his foreskin. Sean, pull the skin back
with your fingers and you'll see there isn't as much difference as you
think."

Sean followed the instructions, exposing his small cockhead to the
others. "Oh, I see," he said. The two boys held their cocks next to one
another, which sent an electric shock of excitement through both of their
frames.  "Some guys have the foreskin and some don't. It's usually a
decision your parents make when you're a baby. The reasons for keeping it
or removing it can be for religious, cultural or medical reasons," John
said in an almost clinical tone.

Sean began looking anxious, looking up at Jimmy. "W-w-waya c-c-aan
I... n-ev-ev-er-min-d." Jimmy noticed the boy's hand motion and turned back
toward his father, who nodded silently.  "Would you like to touch it?
Because I'd like to touch yours," Jimmy said.

Sean looked up at Jimmy and smiled excitedly. Both boys gently reached out
and feel each other's cock. Jimmy immediately tensed and sighed with
pleasure and Sean responded similarly as his older friend began rubbing his
foreskin. "Why do guys get like this?" Sean asked, breaking the momentary
silence as he ran his fingers along Jimmy's boyhood gently.

"Well, it means that your brain is...well..." John struggled with how much
to say. However, Jimmy turned back and flashed him a smile with a subtle
nod. After clearing his throat, John decided, to be honest, and
direct. "What I mean to say, Sean, is that your brain is excited by what
you're looking at or thinking about. It signals your body to get an
erection so that you can have sex."

"But guys can't have babies!" Sean retorted.

"No, they can't. Sex between a man and a woman can produce a baby. But
anyone can have sex just for fun with someone you really like," John
replied.

Sean's mental gears turned furiously as he looked up at the pair, his
smooth little stiffy throbbed between Jimmy's fingers. "E-e-even U-us?" he
asked, looking into Jimmy's gray eyes, before leaning to the left to look
up at John.

"Do you like Waya?" John asked.

"Yes!" Sean immediately replied.

"Do you think you're attracted to him?" John asked, trying to keep a
neutral tone he might use when discussing Sex-Ed with a student.

Sean looked down between his legs, his countenance flushed enough to
distinguish from the crimson light that they were bathing in. "Yes, I think
so," he replied.

"Waya, do you like Sean?" John asked.

Jimmy smiled, "Yes, I do. We both do!" he said, pointing to his boyhood.

John chuckled softly, "Well, you have your answer, Sean."

"But, what about you?" Sean asked with concern.

John raised an eyebrow, "What about me?"

"I really like you, too," he replied, before pointing down at his erection
and flashing him a dimpled grin.

"We both do, Sean," Jimmy added.

Now it was John's turn to blush. The man had managed to control his desires
to the point that he wasn't even sporting an erection. He made every effort
to be forthright, honest but detached from the proceedings. Now both boys
were looking at him eagerly, shifting the dynamic from clinical instructor
to something more intimate.

"Show us what to do, Dad. Please?" Jimmy said. His voice was followed by an
enthusiastic affirmation from his younger companion. After a pause, Jimmy
said, softly, "You'd don't have to be alone anymore, Dad."  John knelt down
to look his son in the eyes, "I'm not alone Waya, I've been blessed with a
wonderful son."

"You know what I'm mean, Dad," Jimmy said, casting a glance in Sean's
direction. John knew exactly what his son meant. He had avoided even the
vaguest hint of impropriety since taking on the responsibility of becoming
a father and a coach. However, those years alone in his bed had taken
something of a toll on him. Jimmy was quite perceptive and his subtle shift
in behavior was no coincidence.

John relaxed, allowing his cock to swiftly inflate.  Sean's eyes widened
and his grin broadened. "You do like us!" Sean blurted out.  John pushed
his hips out, affording both boys an opportunity to look and feel his
swelling manhood. He soaped up his hands and began rubbing his son's chest,
back, and thighs by making slow, gentle circular motions with his fingers.

"Sex involves a lot of touching and exploring, slow and gentle to start,"
John said. "Waya, soap up your hands and explore Sean's body. You do the
same thing, Sean. Do it just like I am," he instructed as he guided his
hands down Jimmy's thighs, before gliding his fingers up the inside of
Jimmy's legs. Jimmy moaned and leaned into his father's touch as he began
lathering up Sean's creamy, smooth thighs.

"You should explore every curve of your partner's body and search for those
special spots that make them feel good," John said, running his fingers
down Jimmy's buttocks, allowing a finger to slip into his crack, prompting
a moan of approval. Jimmy imitated his father's motions and did the same to
Sean.

Sean ran his fingers up Jimmy's chest, making circular motions around his
inverted breastbone that made an indentation in his chest.  John reached
around his son and gently rubbed and pinched his left nipple, causing the
boy to jump and moan. Jimmy performed the same technique on Sean, prompting
a similar response.

"Alright, now rinse off and I'll show you something else," John said.

After the suds had been rinsed away, John maneuvered the two boys to be
standing side-by-side facing him. He began by running his tongue around
each of boy's nipples, nipping gently before running his tongue down their
stomach. John paid a little extra attention to Sean's belly-button,
massaging the bit of baby fat around his tummy before running his tongue
between the boy's legs and drinking in the scent of freshly washed boy.

He engulfed Sean's stiff boyhood into his hot, wet mouth. Sean's eyes
widened and a gasp escaped his lips. He let the boy's member slip from his
lips, before pulling the foreskin back and swirling his tongue around the
boy's tip. His high-pitch moan of extasy reverberated around the bathroom,
as John's lips are pressed against his smooth groin. He let the boy's cock
slip from his mouth once again. "Now which felt better Sean, with the
foreskin pulled back or not?"

"When you pulled the skin back felt better, but it was awesome either way!"
Sean exclaimed, still awestruck by the sensations his body experienced.

John turned to his son. "When your partner has foreskin, pull it back to
give him the maximum amount of pleasure." Turning back toward Sean, he
added. "The key is to vary your technique and speed." He took Jimmy's
smooth balls into his mouth and sucked on them, before running his tongue
up and down the boy's shaft. He switched over to Sean, varying the position
of the foreskin and his tongue.

"Now the two greatest enemies to your penis are zippers," John said,
causing both boys to instinctually shudder, "and teeth. Use those beautiful
lips of yours to shield your partner's penis from your teeth, no matter how
thick it is."

"Is it our turn now?" Sean asked. Jimmy grinned mischievously and nodded
his head.

John stood up and thrust his hips out, presenting his six-inch cut manhood
to the boys. Neither wasted any time as Sean eagerly placed his lips on the
man's purple mushroom tip and ran his tongue along it before letting it
disappear between his luscious red lips. Adding to John pleasure, was his
son's lips pressing against his balls, gently taking them into his
mouth. John arched his back and gasped, closing his eyes for a moment, lost
in the sensation of two hot tongues licking and slathering his cock and
balls. Sean periodically nicked him with his teeth, but the boy corrected
his technique whenever John jolted with discomfort. The boys switched
positions, affording Jimmy the opportunity to engulf his dad's cock down to
the back of his throat. John rubbed the head of each boy, gently pushing
the back of their heads into his cock. After a moment, he took a step back,
instructing Jimmy to kneel in front of Sean to demonstrate what he's
learned.

His son needed little encouragement to take the nine-year-old's smooth
stiffy into his mouth, alternating the position of the foreskin and his
tongue. John maneuvered behind Sean to start the next lesson. "One or both
of your hands may be free to explore, touch and caress your partner. You
should take full advantage of that." John ran his hands up and down Sean's
thighs and soon Jimmy parroted his father's motions as their hands slid up
Sean's chest and rubbed and pinched Sean's nipples, causing the boy to moan
stiffen, moan and pant in pleasure.

John slid his hand across Sean's perfectly formed pale buttocks, pulling
them apart with his fingers, allowing him to press his tongue against the
boy's quivering sphincter. "There are other sensitive places your partner
might enjoy your tongue exploring," John added, before plunging his tongue
deep inside, causing Sean to gasp in absolute delight. After pleasuring the
boy for several moments, John instructed his son to stand up so that Sean
can take a turn showing what he's learned.

Sean wasted no time sinking down in front of his friend, quickly running
his tongue along Jimmy's four-inch boyhood. "Now, you want to give your
partner some feedback on how you're making them feel. Don't be afraid to
moan and to tell them what you want and how they're doing. Use your hands
to guide and caress them. It's also the one time you can use dirty
words...if your partner doesn't mind," John said.

"Waya can talk dirty if he wants!" Sean declared before his hot, wet mouth
completely enveloped Jimmy's throbbing boyhood.

"The swear jar isn't in effect, Waya," John whispered in his son's ear.

Jimmy's gray eyes flashed mischievously, as he looked down at his younger
companion. He moaned loudly and stroked Sean's blonde hair. , "Oh yeah,
suck my cock, Sean," he cooed. John shifted behind his son, spreading his
ass cheeks apart to explore before inserting his tongue into the
eleven-year old's tight hole. "Fuck my ass with your tongue, Dad," Jimmy
ordered. John responded by extending his tongue as deep as it would go.

John delivered several playful slaps on the boy's ass as he repeatedly
flicked his tongue deep into his boy hole. After a moment, he replaced his
tongue with a soaped up forefinger, sinking it knuckle deep into Jimmy as
Sean continued to lick and suck his son's cock. Jimmy looked back at his
father, "Time for a new lesson?" he wondered aloud, pushing his ass into
his father's finger.

"Is there another lesson you were hoping for?" John teased, inserting a
second slippery finger inside the boy.  Jimmy's body stiffened further, his
smooth cock now leaking precum on Sean's tongue.

"Yes, Dad. Will you teach us how to fuck?" Jimmy asked.

Sean immediately let Jimmy's cock slip from between his lips, "Like
sticking it the butt you mean?"

"That's the idea, Sean. What do you think?" John asked.

Sean eyes sparkled as he looked up at Jimmy, "Yes, please show us!"

"Would you like Waya to fuck you?" He asked Sean.

"Yes! What about you, though?" Sean asked with concern.

"It's going to hurt a little at first," John warned.

Sean hesitated momentarily, looking up at John before his eyes narrowed
with resolve. "I know, but I want to anyways."

"Waya?" John whispered as he pushes his fingers in as deep as they could
slide into his son. "Are you ready for this lesson?"

Jimmy licked his lips and grinned, "Yes, Dad. I'm ready."

"Stay there for a moment," John ordered as he slid the shower door open to
grab a bottle of baby oil that was sitting by the sink. He showed the boys
the bottle. "You should always use lubrication when fucking. It will make
for an easier, more pleasurable experience for the partner. It's important
to start off slow until your partner is opened up and accustomed to your
penis. Otherwise, you may hurt them.  Now, get on your hands and knees,
Waya." John aimed the shower head downward as he kneeled behind his son and
coated his fingers with the viscous fluid. He slid his forefinger back
inside his son, making his entrance slippery before adding a second
finger. "After the first few times, you may not need to spend as much time
doing this. Waya, I want you to just relax and push out a little bit. If it
starts to hurt, just tell me."

Jimmy turned around to look at him, trembling with anticipation as the tip
of his father's cock pressed against his virgin sphincter. "OK, Dad. I'm
ready."

"Are you watching, Sean?" John asked, motioning to his cock.

Sean, still wide-eyed with excitement, nodded his head. John used his
thumbs to pull his son's ass cheeks far enough back to give Sean the
perfect view of his purple cockhead spearing into Jimmy's hole. Jimmy
wanted to impress his father and Sean, so he resisted complaining about
discomfort. However, John felt his son's body immediately tense.

"Relax, Waya. Push out a little like you have to go," John instructed, as
another inch of his cock slid inside his son. Within a moment, Jimmy could
feel his dad's pubic hair rubbing against his smooth buttocks. Any
discomfort Jimmy experience yielded to moans of youthful lust. After
pausing for a few seconds, John pulled a couple inches outward then slid
back inside. He repeated these short strokes several times before
increasing the length and force of each penetration.

Sean began stroking his little cock as he watched John's cock plunge in and
out of his friend's ass. John and his son seemed to moan in unison with
each thrust. "Your ass is so hot and tight, Waya. Do you like being
fucked?" John teased.

Jimmy panted for a moment before turning back to look at his dad. "Oh, yes
Dad!"

After plowing his son for a moment, John ordered everyone to swap
places. Sean got down on his hands and knees while Jimmy knelt behind his
friend. After Jimmy had oiled up his fingers, he began massaging Sean's
sphincter gently as he inserted one knuckle deep. "Just relax, Sean. Be
sure to tell Waya to stop if what he's doing is hurting you."  Sean looked
up at John and nodded in anticipation.

"Jimmy, take your time. If Sean needs you to stop, you stop. Do you
understand?" John asked.

"Yes, Dad. I understand," Jimmy replied as his slick, oil-covered boyhood
glistened in the reddish light cast by the glow sticks.

"You ready, Sean?" Jimmy asked, pushing the tip of his cock against the
boy's quivering hole.

"Yes, Waya. Please stick it in!" Sean exclaimed, his small body trembling
with raw excitement.

It had taken several moments before Jimmy was able to penetrate the
nine-year-old. Sean asked him to stop several times and even asked Jimmy to
pull out to put on more lubrication. However, with a little determination
from Sean and patience from Jimmy, the boys coupling was rewarded by gentle
moaning from both boys as Jimmy's four-inch cock slid in and out of Sean's
hole.

"Oh, God. Sean, it feels so good to be fucking you," Jimmy panted as the
boy quickened his thrusting, his cock gripped by the velvety soft walls of
Sean's interior.

"I love being fucked, Waya! Don't stop!" Sean replied, his voice warbling
slightly as Jimmy began rabbit fucking him.

John couldn't help but masturbate his dripping cock as he watched the two,
dripping-wet boys copulate, moan and grunt in pleasure as crimson-hued
water droplets danced across their smooth flesh. "Do you know what cum is,
Sean?"

Sean thought for a few seconds, knowing that the older boys in school joked
about "cumming" and had read about ejaculation. "It's the stuff that makes
babies."

"Do you want Waya to cum in your ass or your mouth?" John asked.

This question bounced around in Sean's young brain, so lost in the
sensation of Jimmy's smooth cock sliding in and out of his hole. He knew
that he had gotten as the taste of it on his tongue while sucking Jimmy and
John and decided he wanted more. Sean turned back to look at Jimmy, "Cum in
my mouth, Waya!"

The boy was already leaking precum into Sean's ass as he ground his
hairless crotch against the boy's bubble butt. Jimmy managed to get enough
control of himself pull out and stand in front of Sean while his dad slid
in behind Sean and positioned his thick, purple cockhead against the Sean's
deflowered hole. "You still want me to fuck you, Sean?"

"Yes! Fuck me!" Sean demanded as Jimmy stood in front of his friend, his
cock poised at the boy's lips. Once Jimmy's cock slipped between Sean's
lips, John pushed the tip of his cock just inside the boy. He paused for a
few seconds, before sliding all six inches into the boy's hole. Jimmy
synchronized with his father, pushing Sean's head forward so that his lips
was pressed against his hairless crotch. John struggled to exercise
control, holding still for a moment for the youngster to adjust to his
thickness before starting to fuck the blonde in long but gentle strokes to
start.

John could tell that his son must be close to ejaculating, as he began
moaning loudly and arching his back. He figured Sean must be enjoying
himself because he was moaning, grunting and slurping. He made no
indication he was in any pain, so John began bucking into the boy
harder. At this point, Jimmy was fucking the boy's mouth and it was
impossible to distinguish the moans of the trio as it echoed off the shower
walls.

Jimmy had begun panting furiously, his cock leaking steadily in Sean's
mouth. "Oh, Sean. I'm gonna cum in your mouth!"

John snuck his right hand underneath Sean so he could jerk the boy off with
his slippery fingers. The boy responded immediately by tightening his hole
and moaning loudly. Sean seemed to be making an effort to push his ass into
the man, as he looked up at Jimmy with his blue eyes. The youngster could
feel both cocks swelling inside him, growing progressively hotter with
every lick and thrust inside his smooth, pale body.  Jimmy look up at his
father, "I'm gonna cum, Dad."

John quickened his pace, pulling out just enough to keep the head of his
cock just inside Sean, before sinking his cock back inside to the hilt,
moaning loudly. He began manipulating Sean's smooth, uncut cock more
aggressively. He was sure that Sean was likewise nearing orgasm, as the
youngster was whimpering, moaning and grunting nearly nonstop. John looked
up at his son, "Do it, Waya!"  Jimmy opened his mouth and closed his eyes,
lost in the waves of pleasure that boiled over into jets of adolescent cum
that spurted into Sean's mouth. John's own climax nearly coincided with
Sean's. As the young blonde's body seized in a dry orgasm, John arched his
back and gasped, "Oh, God, you're so good, Sean," as his cock erupted. The
first few jets of hot cum were rammed deep inside the blonde, but he pulled
out to coat the boy's bare buttocks with his remaining load.

All three were gasping for breath as they slowly came down from their
shared sexual highs. "Did you like it, Sean?" Waya asked his friend.

"That was the best!" Sean exclaimed with a content sigh. John helped the
still trembling boy to his feet, and took him and Jimmy into a tight
embrace. Together, the three of them shared their joy and exchanged kisses.

"I love you, Waya! And you too, John!" Sean said. Both John and Jimmy
expressed their love for Sean and massaged his small body.

"Now, Sean. We need to keep this lesson just between us guys. Do you
understand?" John asked.

Sean looked concern, "OK, but you're going to show us more, aren't you?"

Waya flashed a quick grin, "Yeah, Dad. I bet there's lot more to learn and
practice."

John reached out and rubbed his son's head. "Are you both sure you want
more lessons?"

The pair smiled and nodded eagerly. Sean leaned down and started licking
John's still hard cock for emphasis. John took a step back and held his
cock, with Jimmy soon joining his friend cleaning his father's cock off
with their tongues. "Well, the next lesson will be tomorrow afternoon after
we run some errands. In the meantime, I want you to rinse off quick before
the water gets ice cold. You can practice together tonight in Jimmy's bed,
consider that your homework. Tomorrow, you can show me how much you've
learned. Does that sound okay?"

"Yes, Coach!" Sean said, throwing his arms around the man and
squeezing. Jimmy likewise took Sean and his father into an embrace and the
three held on to one another until the water cascading around them began
quickly cooling.

Sean was the first to exit the bathroom, clutching his clothes and heading
for Jimmy's room. John knelt down to look his son in the eyes. "Some things
are far more important than sex, Waya. Love, friendship, caring and
trust. Every relationship needs these things to flourish."

"I know, Dad. I just wanted..." his voice trailed off. John placed his
finger on his son's lips and kissed him.

"Sean needs our love and understanding right now. That's the most important
thing, Waya."

Jimmy smiled, "I think I'm in love with him, Dad."

"He's crazy about you, Waya."

"I think he really loves you, too. I guess we'll just have to share him,"
Jimmy said, flashing his dimples.

John groped his son playfully and laughed. "You both made me the happiest
man on Earth. For now, I need to prep the room for Sean's mom before I head
to bed. But, do try to get some sleep tonight. We got a busy day tomorrow,"
John replied, giving his son a hug before bidding him goodnight.

Later that evening, John collapsed on his bed. However, for the first time
in years, he experienced a deep, uninterrupted sleep that was free of
regret and loss. Knowing that he now had two boys that need and adore him
unconditionally and comfortable with his identity.