Date: Wed, 11 Mar 2009 00:34:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jacques Longshore <scamper10002@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gay Feelings Exposed / Chapter 3 / Part 1 / Installment 3

This a fictional story, based on a 100% true feeling.  I write this story,
in hopes that many males who read this -- can "finally" understand where
their "gay feelings" may have come from, and why they feel this way.  I do
this, in hopes that others can benefit from my thoughts, and figure out
what they are missing in life, and may be able to decide on how to fix
things.  From this, males may be able to better decide what to do about
their "ill feeling" -- so they can start living a better life.

This is Chapter Three, the third- of many more chapters, I plan on writing.
...

The column reads:

Little Museum, "Old Memorabilia Collections" on display, will be open
Saturday and Sunday, from 8 am -- 5 pm, Admission: Free.

Indian Springs, "Come See Our Indian Artifacts, found in the nearby
swamps."  Open Saturday and Sunday 9:00 am -- 7:00 pm.  Admission: Free.

Wakulla Springs, "Come take a dip in our cool springs."  Open 8:00 am --
7:00 pm, Saturday and Sunday.  Admission: $5.00.

I think, "Well, I'll see what Michelle says, tomorrow morning."

I turn off my light, and quickly fall asleep.

I usually sleep on my back.  I have had some back problems, and my doctor
told me that sleeping on my side might alleviate some of my back pain.

No sooner that I had started a nice slumber ... I feel somebody touch my
foot.  I started to twitch ... thinking, "I am alone in this house ..."
but, then I remember my two little sleep-overs.

I reach down with my arm, and touch the fingers touching my foot.

I can feel that the fingers are almost the size of a teenager ... so I
figure it must be Ted.

When he feels my touch, he asks, "Can I sleep with you ?"

"Sure you can buddy."

I straighten so that I am laying on my back.

I tap my hand on my right side ... calling Ted to climb up to me.

He crawls up to my chest, and lays on the bed - right in between my arm and
side.  He snuggles his face on my side, and quietly says, `Thanks."  "My
brother might be coming in to ..."

I snicker that he and his brother already feel that comfortable with me.

A few minutes later, Tom comes in.  He touches my middle toe, and quietly
asks, "Can I sleep in here, too ?"

I tap my left hand on the bed, and say, "Come on up ..."

Tom clambers up on the bed, on my left side ... and lays down on the bed,
right between my left arm, and side.  He snuggles with his face on my
chest.

A minutes goes by, and I remember the earlier days' events.  I quietly say
to the boys, "Do you guys know where that pizza I bought last night went ?"

Both boys stay quiet ... then Ted pipes in, "Yeah ... Tom and I ate 3
slices, and then put the rest of them in your refrigerator."

"Oh ..." I say.  "I wondered why the pizza box was empty."

I tighten each of my arms around the boys, and pull them closer to me (like
a hug).

Almost on "cue," Ted stretches up and kisses me on the cheek.

Tom hears the kiss, so he also stretches up, and kisses me on the cheek.

"Goodnight boys."

"Goodnight Jacques."

...

The next morning, we all sleep until about 7:30 am.

As I am laying there enjoying the feel of snuggling with both boys
snuggling on my sides, I feel Tom place his small hand on my chest, and
starts rubbing my bare chest in small circles.

As the sun starts to dimly light up the room, I notice that both boys are
in their underwear.

"Hmm ..  I didn't even notice that, when they climbed into bed with me last
night."

I start to return the favor, and run my hand from the tops of their
underwear, to their shoulder blades.  I do this very slowly, and I know the
boys enjoy it -- as I can hear them both start to fall back asleep.  Ted's
hand stops rubbing the circles on my chest as I am messaging his back.

I hear his breathing slow down, and become long inhales and exhales.

I look down at Ted's eyelashes, and they look so beautiful on him.

I look over to Tom, and he has his head bent more onto my chest.  Kind of
like a cat, when he is napping.

I think, "Oh wow.  I could stay like this forever."

Then my cell phone goes off.  Not too loud, but loud enough to bring us all
out of our la-la-land.

I get up, and leave the boys to finish waking up ... and walk over to my
pants -- and pull the cell phone out of the pocket.

I look at the caller-id, and see that it's their mom.

I answer, and say, "Good morning, Michelle."

"Hi Jacques.  How are my boys ?  Did they sleep well ?"

"We just got up.  Yes, I do believe we all had an excellent sleep."

I think, "I wonder if I should tell her that both boys crawled into bed
with me.  I wonder if she would think I was a perv ?"

I start, "Michelle.  Yes I am sure everyone had a good sleep.  In fact, at
2 am last night, Ted and Tom came into my room, and crawled into bed with
me."

I waited for her to "hit" the ceiling ... but instead, she said,

"I am so glad they feel that comfortable with you.  You will never
understand how much of a relief is that for me to hear.  I know they have
missed having their Dad around for the past 2 years ... and I think they
are still young enough -- that they may see you as `Dad Substitute.
Congratulations."

My manners caused me to respond with, "Well, thank you."

My mind and emotions are now so elated ... that I am about to start crying.

"Jacques, I am sorry, but my boss wants me to come in for a full-day today.
If you don't mind, I would be very happy, and feel very safe if you kept my
boys for the day."

"I would be happy to, Michelle."  "In fact, when I was reading yesterday's
paper, I saw a few things I think your boys would like to do today.  Little
Museum, Indian Springs and swimming at Wakulla Springs ... if that would be
ok with you."

"That would be totally fine with me.  They want me into work in about 15
minutes, so I will need to go.  Thanks again, Jacques."

"Thank you, Michelle.  I will have the boys home by dinner time at your
house tonight."

"Only after the boys finish having their fun ... "

"OK Michelle.  Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

I look around to where Ted and Tom are sleeping, and they look so angelic
together.

I walk back to the bed, and slowly lay down -- surrounding their bodies
with mine.  I softly rub both of their arms.

Quietly, I say, "Hey guys ... guess what ?"

Both boys remain quiet, so I just lay there with them.

20 minutes go by, and Ted starts to stretch.

"Hey bro ... ?"  and he rubs his brother awake ... "Get up."

"Hunh ?" his brother looks around -- sleepy eyed.  Then he stretches too.

Ted looks at me, and asks, "Are we staying here ?"

"Yes, your mother was called in to work today.  She gave me permission so
that you can stay with me."

"Oh coooooollll ..." Ted says, as he stretches those words with a yawn.

"Ted, why don't you and your brother take a quick shower ... and I will
start breakfast."

Ted says, "Ok ... but we don't have any more clean clothes."

I think for a minute, and say, "Ok ... while you are in the shower, I will
be washing what you wore yesterday."

Ted says to his brother, "Tom, come on ... we need to shower."

They get up out of bed, both boys take off their underwear ... leaving it
in the pile of their other dirty clothes ... and trot naked into the
bathroom.

I pick up their dirty clothes, and take them out to the laundry.  I set the
machine to wash, and note the time.  I think, "In 30 minutes the washer
cycle will finish, and then I'll stick them in the dryer for 45 minutes.
Then, we will start with visiting the Little Museum."

As I turn around, I see a naked Ted walking toward me, dripping water.

I grab a nearby kitchen towel, wrapping him in it, and pick him up.  I ask,
"What's the matter ?"

"We don't have any soap."

We head back together to the bathroom.

"The soap is under the sink," I say, as we get to the bathroom.

"Oh ... I figured you knew where it was."

Ted gets back in the shower with his brother, and I unwrap a new bar of
soap, and give it to the waiting Ted.

"Take your time ... I have all of your clothes in the washing machine.  You
have about 25 minutes more of that, and then they'll be ready to be put in
the dryer for another 30 minutes."

"We will need to get out of here in about an hour," I say to both boys.  I
decided we can eat breakfast out.

"Ok," they both say back.

After that, I walk out of the bathroom, and close the door.

Walking back into the laundry room, I see the washing machine shows 10 more
minutes.

I go back into the kitchen, and wipe up the counters.

I take a towel, and dusting spray ... I dust the family room and living
room.

I hear the machine go "ding," so I know the boy's clothes are ready to go
in the dryer.

I go and get their clothes out of the washer, and put them in the dryer.  I
set the dryer to dry for 30 minutes.

As I finish with the dryer, I think, "I wonder what the boys are doing ?"

I walk back to my bedroom, and see the bathroom light off, and the door
open.

I look around, but don't see either of the boys.

I go to their room, but still don't see them.

So, I start walking back to the kitchen, I pass the family room, where I
see both boys, wrapped in towels -- on the floor, watching tv.

I say to the boys, "Be ready to get dressed in about 15 minutes."

Ted and Tom say, "OK," but they don't look at me.  Their eyes stayed glued
to the cartoon they are watching.

I smile, and walk back to the kitchen.  My heart beat is now returning to
normal.

In a few minutes, I hear the dryer go, "ding."

So I go remove Ted and Tom's warm clothes from the dryer, and take them
back to where Ted and Tom are watching tv.

"OK guys ... here are your clothes.  All nice and warm."

Ted says, "Yeay !"

"While you get dressed, I will do some more chores."

I go to the living room closet, and get out the vacuum.  My vacuum is one
of those older types, where the suction hose attaches to the long steel
tube.  At the end of the tube is the carpet cleaner.

I start with vacuuming the living room.  As I move out dining room, I hear
one of the boys yelling something to me.

I turn the vacuum off, and say, "You ready ?"

I put the vacuum back in the closet, and walk quickly back to the bedroom
-- where Tom has gotten all his clothes on by himself.

Ted goes to his brother and says, "Come on, we get to spend the day with
Jacques."

We walk outside to the car, and our next stop - the Little Museum.

...

Any comments ... feel free to e-mail me at scamper10002@yahoo.com