Date: Thu, 29 Aug 2013 17:32:49 -0400
From: RANDY WIGGINS <rwig@hotmail.com>
Subject: LITTLE ADVENTURES - CHAPTER 4

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LITTLE ADVENTURES 4

BY: RClayton

(1)

Several weeks went by before I had the chance to really spend any time with
either Harry or Ryan.  I had spoken with both of them on the telephone
several times as well as having a long conversation with their father.  I
knew that Mike was having problems with work and that he had been spending
more and more time dealing with that, what I didn't understand was why he
was reluctant to let the boys spend that alone time with me.

When the phone rang I closed my book and placed it on the deck table.  I
glanced at the caller ID before answering, a habit that I have found
helpful in avoiding telemarketers and my mother.  Honestly, I'd rather talk
to the telemarketers.

"Greg, I need to talk to you."  Mike said softly.

"Sure, what's up?  The boys are okay aren't they?"  I got nervous waiting
for the reply to the last part.

"Yeah, they're fine.  They miss you."

"The feeling is mutual.  I miss you also though."

"No, you don't.  Not really.  I think I'm more of a tolerate or else thing
with you."

There was some anger and resentment in his tone. I now had a good idea why
he didn't want the boys to spend time with me.

"Can I come over there or would you rather we meet some place?"

"You can come over here."  I replied.

Mike said he would be over in ten minutes and hung up the phone without
saying goodbye.

"Well, shit."  I said out loud.  I looked around my backyard focusing on
the pool where I had enjoyed swimming with the boys only weeks before.

Exactly ten minutes later the bell rang and I went in the house to answer
it.  Mike stood before me, dress shirt wrinkled, tie loose and pants badly
creased.

"You okay?"  I asked.  The man looked pretty worn out.

"Yeah, sort of, rough day at work."  He replied.  "Can I come in?"

"Yeah, sorry," I said, moving out of his way.  Once he was in, I closed the
door and led him into the library.  "Want a drink?"

"Yeah, sure.  Got a Corona?"

"Actually I picked up a six pack just for you once I realized it was your
brand."

Mike smiled for the first time since the night I met him.  "Thanks, man.  I
didn't mean to sound so hostile on the phone."

"Stress'll do it to you every time."  I sat on the sofa and motioned for
him to join me.

"I've got a problem, Greg.  I have to leave town for a while, work stuff,
you know."  He paused, took a long draw from his beer and leaned back into
the soft cushions of the sofa.

"The boys going with you?"  Not the best question to ask considering his
statements on the phone.

"That is what I want to talk to you about.  The thing is, I can't take
them.  Not where I'm going.  I want to know... well, I need to know if they
can stay with you until I get back."

He looked at me with solid desperation in his eyes.

"Sure, Greg.  There's plenty of room."  I said.  My mind was reeling.  I
really thought he was going to say that he never wanted me to see them
again.

"I know this is strange. You don't know me or my boys that well yet, but
they trust you and they like you.  So do I."

"I appreciate that, Mike."

"Here," He handed me a small manila folder.  "Everything you will need is
in there.  The boys' birth certificates, a signed letter from me and my
lawyer, custody papers that you need to sign and file with the local
courts."

"Custody papers?  How long are you going to be gone?"  The idea of having
the boys with me for a few weeks or even a month was great, but custody
papers meant that he was talking months, or even a year.

"Indefinitely.  I'll try and get by for visits when I am in town and I'll
call every week."  Mike had sweat rolling down his face and soaking his
shirt.

"Mike, are you in some kind of trouble?"  I sat up and looked directly into
his eyes.

"Yeah, man, I am.  It's a long story and I don't think I want to try and go
into it.  Besides, the less you know, the better, same for the boys.  All
they know is that I have to go on an extended business trip and that I want
them here, with you.  Needless to say they are thrilled with that
part. Harry is a little upset about my being away so long though."

"I can understand that."  I replied.  The shock was still setting in.

"Greg, I do trust you and I know you will be great for the boys.  Probably
better than I ever have been or could be."  Mike looked like he was about
to cry.  "I made mistakes with them.  I know that and God, I am so sorry.
I was weak, I knew my boys were both gay and I used them.  That is my
number one shame in life.  I want them to know that being a gay man doesn't
make it right for a father to do what I did to them.  I want them to know
love and compassion, and yeah, even sexual enjoyment, but not with me.  I'm
just not deserving anymore."

"Mike this is... a lot.  I don't know that much about the relationship you
have with the boys.  They have told me some, but not a great deal, they
have certainly never considered your attentions as abusive.  If anything
they love you even more for your showing them affection the way you have."
I was worried.  I didn't know what all this would mean for me, for the
boys, or for Mike if he ever returned, which I was beginning to seriously
doubt.

"This is a pass book for a saving account.  The money is for the boys'
education, for their needs.  You need to go to the bank to sign the papers
so that you can be the trust manager for them."  He handed me a blue
leatherette notebook.

"How much is in here, Mike?"  I looked at the last page with writing.

"Three million.  I hope to add more when I can."

"Mike, where did all of this come from?"  The idea of being a trust manager
for this kind of money worried me even more.  It was another indicator that
Mike was leaving his boys, probably for good.

"You don't want, or need to know."  Mike said.  He stood up and finished
off the beer.  He placed the empty bottle on the coffee table and walked to
the window.  "I put the house on the market and sold the BMW.  When the
house sells, put that money in the trust account for me.  It should be
another four hundred thousand, easy."  He stared out the window.  "The boys
always wanted a pool in the yard but I kept putting it off.  I'm glad they
will have one now."

"Mike..."

"Don't worry about me.  Just be good to my boys."

"You better believe it."  I said.  I stood and walked up behind the man.

"I really wanted you for myself at one point but I knew you weren't into
it, not with me."

"It's not because of your age or your appearance, Mike.  I like you as a
person.  In time I think we would have been very good friends."  In some
ways I felt that what I was telling the man was true.  I did think we would
be friends.  I didn't approve of his physical treatment of the boys where
sex was involved but as a person, he was a very interesting individual.

"Thanks, Greg.  That actually means a lot more to me than you think."

I heard a car horn out front.

"My cab.  I have to get to the airport soon.  Pick the boys up when they
get home from school.  I said bye to them this morning."

He held out a hand and I took it.  When we were done shaking, I knew he had
handed me the house keys in the process.

"Thank you, Greg."  Mike said.

I gave the man a hug and led him to the front door.

"I'll call in a few days to see how the boys are settling in.  I have a
feeling there won't be any problems."  He stepped out onto the porch.
"Medical histories for both boys can be found in the folder. If you have
any problems or questions just call my attorney, his name and number are in
that file too."

"I will, Mike."  I actually felt very torn about this.  The idea of having
both boys live with me was incredible.  Now, instead of just fun and games
though, I had to be responsible for their health, their education, and for
all intents and purposes, their futures their lives.  In one short morning
I went from being worried that I would never see the two hottest, greatest
boys ever to being their legal guardian.  What the fuck was I supposed to
do now?

(2)

When the bus stopped at the corner of their street I was standing beside my
car waiting for them.  I watched as the boys walked past the four houses
between the corner and their house.

"Hey, guys."  I said as I looked sadly at their down cast faces.  I could
see that Harry had been crying a good bit.

"Hey, Greg."  Ryan said as he tossed his book bag on the small back seat of
my convertible.  "We'll get our stuff, it's already packed and at the
door."

"Hey, Ryan, wait a sec."  I called.

He turned and looked at me.  His face was an unreadable mask.

"Are you okay with this arrangement?  I know this is sudden, hell, I just
found out about all of this today, myself."

"Yeah, dad's been talking to us the last few days.  It's not you that has
us down, man.  Hell, I'm glad it's going to be you we live with.  Otherwise
it'd be our gram, and she's rough."  Ryan stood watching me as he spoke.

"Harry?"  I asked.

"I'm good, Greg.  It just hurts to lose dad, even if it isn't forever, you
know."

I wished I could assure him that their dad would be back, sometime, but
after a rather heated phone conversation with Mike's lawyer, I was
reasonably sure that he was gone from their lives for good.

"I know buddy."  I replied.  "Come on, we can get the stuff after dinner."

I walked around to the driver's side and opened my door.  "I should have
brought the Suburban.  I wasn't really thinking straight when I left to
come over here."

"It's cool."  Ryan said.  "Hop in the back, there, squirt."  He ruffled his
brother's hair.

"Ryan!  I hate when you do that!"  Harry complained.

"I know."  Ryan played with his brother's hair again.  "That's why I do
it."

The boys got in the cramped confines of my Mercedes and we headed off for
dinner at Outback followed by getting the truck and moving their things to
my house.  Well, our house.

(3)

The night was a long one.  Neither of the boys said much and I really
didn't know what to do to make them feel better.  Their father leaving like
he did had to be a horrible shock, first their mom took off and now their
dad.  If anything, I like Mike even less than I had before, even though he
left the boys with me. I had a lot of thinking to do about how things
should progress between me and the two brothers, if they should progress at
all.  It was like I had been moved to a playtime friend to their substitute
father.  What right did it give me to want to have sex with either of them
again?  It would have to be up to the boys when, and if anything ever
happened because I couldn't make the first move.  There was no way I could
take that trust and responsibility now.  It couldn't even decide if I would
do anything if one or both of them came to me for sex.

"Greg?"  Ryan called from the hall outside my bedroom. "Can I talk to you?"

 I was sitting up in bed with an ignored mystery novel in one hand.  I had
planned to read myself to sleep but that obviously wasn't going to happen
now.

"Come on in bud."  I called out.  I placed my marker back in the he
paperback novel and set it on the bedside table, then removed my reading
glasses and put them away as well.

Ryan came in and closed the door behind him.  He was wearing jeans shorts
and a Batman T-shirt.  Wordlessly, he moved to the bed and sat beside me.

"Where's your brother?"  I asked.  I wanted to place my hand on his
shoulder or thigh, just to show him that I was there for him, that I cared
and wanted to help any way I could.

"Sleeping in the library, on the couch; I covered him up before coming up
here."  He did not turn his head as he spoke.

"That's good.  We can get him moved to one of the guest rooms in a bit."  I
ran my hand down his black cloth covered back.

"I'm confused about some stuff.  Now that me and Harry live with you, does
that mean you're like our dad now?"

"No, not at all.  Your dad is alive and well and will be back when he can,
you know that."

"Don't talk to me like I'm a stupid kid!" He yelled.  He turned his body so
that he was looking right into my eyes.  "Harry even knows that Dad isn't
coming back.  Ever."

"I'm sorry, Ryan.  I was just trying to..."

"I know, I know.  I'm sorry for yelling like that."

"It's okay, I understand.  You and your brother are dealing with a lot
right now, and will be for a while yet, I'm sure.  I just want to be here
for you both."

"What does it mean for us?  Me and you?"  He moved up on the bed to lay
beside me.

"I don't know, Ryan.  I was just thinking about all of this when you
knocked."  I ran my hand through his hair.  I could see that he had been
crying.

"Reach any conclusions?"

"I believe I did, yes."  I replied.  "Ryan, it is going to take the three
of us a lot of time to figure this new arrangement out.  It has to be your
choice if anything more than a guardian type relationship occurs.  I can't
and won't ask either of you to have sex with me now.  I'm not even sure if
I can do it if you want to."

"Oh. Okay." He said.  He looked around the room and back at me again.  "I
don't know how I can deal with all of this if I've lost my dad and you too.
That way, I mean.  I want to keep being with you.  At first, when dad
brought this up to us, I though, `Hot damn, Sex with Greg every day!"

I had to laugh at that.  "I've been thinking about how it would be to spend
more time with you as well, not exactly in this role in your life but as a
sexual partner."

"So, you do still want me?"  He smiled, giving me that coy look of his.

"You know I do."  I placed my hand on his right cheek.

Ryan moved his face in closer to mine and we kissed, deeply, with more love
than passion as we had on our previous sexual meetings.

I still wasn't sure how far I could go with this yet though.  I felt his
tongue in my mouth, moving past my teeth and meeting with my own,
erotically mouth fucking me.

I felt Ryan's hand moving over my bare chest, moving down to my waist and
under the single sheet which covered my nakedness.

I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him over to lay on
my chest as he messaged my growing cock.  I guess that answered one
question.  I do still want this boy.  I want his body and his love in equal
amounts.

I moved my hands down and began to work his shirt up his back and over his
head.  He raised his body enough that I got the shirt to his head as we
disconnected from our kiss to remove the troublesome garment.  I could feel
Ryan moving around to unbutton his shorts.  His motion made me even hornier
than I had been before.  His warmth inspiring me to the lengths of passion.

Ryan got on his knees and rolled off of me as he pulled the denim shorts
down his legs.  He was wearing a pair of blue Speedo style bikini
underwear.  These were quickly removed as well.

I watched with amazement at this boy who had captured, first my attention,
then my heart, as he moved back into position, pulling the covers away
first.  Our bodies connected again.  I could feel his perfect boy cock as
it rubbed against my lightly hairy abdomen.  My own cock slid through his
legs and he wrapped them around it so that his thighs held my manhood
captive.

The boy began to move up and down, rubbing our bodies against each other
with nothing but sweat as a lubricant.  He stared down at me with the `I'm
the boss here' look, which made me want him even more.

I could feel the dampness of our sweat mingling together as our bodies met
in a fire of friction; flesh meeting flesh.  I could hear my own moans of
pleasure as they mixed with Ryan's.

"Oh, man!  God, Greg, I love you!"  He pushed his body down into me as his
youthful spunk splashed out to join the sweat, making us slide against each
other even more.

My cock hardened even more as my own juiced boiled through me and exploded
between Ryan's smooth thighs.  "Fuck!"  I yelled as my load continued to
blast, shot after shot, seeping between Ryan's legs to pool on the sheet
beneath us.

Ryan rolled onto his back beside me.  "That was incredible, as always!"
Ryan said.  His breathing was rushed from his energy burning.

"You are to my love."  I said as I moved to my side, taking Ryan in my
arms, pulling him to me.  I pressed my mouth to his and he opened up for
me, letting my tongue move around in his mouth as I had allowed him
earlier.

"I've never met anyone like you."  Ryan said after we had stopped kissing.
"I admit that I haven't been the most innocent of guys where sex in
involved, and I've met a lot of guys, but Greg.  You are the only one

I've ever felt this way about.  You are the only one I have fallen in love
with."

"I love you too my boy.  I truly do."  I kissed him again, lightly and
closed my eyes.  I could feel sleep coming on and after I while I let it
take me.

(4)

The next morning I woke up alone.  I don't know when Ryan left my bed but
his presence was sorely missed, and not because I had morning wood
either. That was just a piss hard on anyway.  I missed his warmth, his
smell, the feel of his smooth skin pressed against me. I got up and went to
the bathroom.  When I came back into the bedroom I found Harry sitting on
the bed and Ryan stretched out beside him.

"You too sure are being sneaky this morning.  I didn't even hear you come
in."  I sat on the edge of the bed, comfortable with my nudity while the
boys wore only boxer shorts.

"We were talking in the kitchen."  Ryan said as he sat up on the bed.
"Harry feels the same way that I do.  We both want to keep being with you.
Like you said last night, we were lovers before and we can remain so now.
You're not our dad but you do have responsibility for us and we will act as
though you were our dad in public.  At home though, we want to keep being
open and ready to be with each other."  He took a deep breath after his
amazingly articulate monologue.

"Harry?"  I said as I looked at the boy.

"I agree with Ryan.  I wasn't sure at first because I thought it would be
unfair to you.  Ryan convinced me that going on as before was best.  I may
not want to do it as much as you two, but when I do want to, I want to be
able to go to one or both of you for some fun."  Harry said.  He reached
out and touched my right hand with his own.

"I guess that is how things will be then.  Good.  I don't know how your dad
ran his household.  I've never had to set rules and such so I have to learn
and I have to trust you two to be honest with me."  I looked from Harry to
Ryan and back again.  I was pretty sure I wouldn't have a problem with
Harry getting his school work up and staying out of trouble, Ryan, on the
other hand, was worrying me.  I was going to have to limit his away from
home sexual cruising somehow.  Now that they lived with me I couldn't have
anybody thinking that something was going on, and if Ryan ever got
caught...

"We come home from school, have a snack, and then get homework done before
dad comes home."  Harry said.  "Well, that's how it was, you know."  He
looked away.

"Yeah, we pretty much have the routine down pat now.  I may be a goof off
at times, but I still get pretty good grades."  Ryan said.

"Okay then.  I guess that we will keep that schedule for now.  See how
things run.  I don't work outside of the home and what I do have to take
care of is always handled early in the he day.  I will pick you guys up at
school from now on.  Some days we will stop for a snack some place and
others we will just come back here.  I will always have my work done before
time to pick you up at four."

"Some days we have after school stuff, clubs and sports and mostly."  Harry
said.

"Good deal.  Just let me know ahead of time so that I can show up at school
later.  If one has an activity and the other doesn't, the free one can wait
at the book store across the street until I get there.  We will all meat
there on activity days."

"Perfect plan," Ryan said.

"It works for me too."  Harry added with a smile.

"Okay then.  We have a weekend ahead of us to do with as we please.  Do
either of you have homework to attend to?"

"Book report and history test to study for."  Harry said.

"Just some math, I did most of my stuff in study hall yesterday."  Ryan
said.

"Okay, who wants to do what?"  I said with a smile.  I was beginning to get
hard again and I could tell they were both noticing the fact.

"How about..."  Harry looked at Ryan then me.  "Let's play."  He said with
one of his brother's devilish little smiles.

"That's a plan."  Ryan said.  He pushed his shorts down his smooth legs and
kicked them to the floor.

Harry laughed and did the same thing.  He moved back on the pillows, moved
his legs out of the way and made ready to be serviced.

Ryan moved to his brother and began to suck the small cock into his mouth.

Harry moaned with pleasure as his brother expertly worked his hard boy meat
with a practiced skill.

I moved to my side and worked my way into the tangle of boys, licking at
Harry's pink hole.  I could feel the boy push out at me with his anus as my
tongue slicked him up and began to slip into the tight boy hole.

Harry moaned and shifted around as I continued my tongue servicing.  Ryan
switched from Harry's cock to mine.  He moved his free hand to Harry
pulsing cock and jerked his brother softly.

I love the feel of Ryan lush lips slipping over my cock.  He always has
this incredible way with his mouth, tongue and throat.  He never chokes on
me and makes the sex incredible to enjoy.

I began to move and both boys stopped their movements. I got to my knees
and pulled Harry's legs up to rest the ankles on my shoulders.  I slipped
in closer as Ryan took the tube of KY from its place and worked a generous
amount onto my cock and an equal amount to his brother's tight asshole.  I
could hear the sounds of Ryan's moist fingers penetrating Harry's twelve
year old ass.

Ryan moved away so that I could push my throbbing cock into the well lubed
hole.  There was a good bit of resistance but with slow strokes I was able
to glide down into the warmth of this boy's body.

Ryan moved to Harry's head and inserted his own cock into his brother's
willing mouth.  He moved slow, making love to his brother orally.

I must admit that it is very difficult to watch a scene like this without
speeding up my own efforts at release. I could feel Harry's anus squeezing
my hardness like a well-oiled glove.  The heat was enough to move me to the
breaking point.  I pushed in as fast as I could hitting bottom with all of
my seven inches buried in Harry's bowls.

"Fuck!"  Ryan shouted as he blew his load down his brother's throat.  His
hands were on his chest, fingers pinching at the sensitive nipples.

That was all it took. With a final thrust I emptied myself into Harry,
feeling a slight backwash of cum leak out around my cock.

"Yeah," Harry said smiling.  "That was so hot!"

"Yeah, it was, bro!"  Ryan said.  He had collapsed on the bed, and he and
Harry began to kiss.

I pulled myself from Harry's anal embrace, resting on my knees a minute
before moving up close to the boys' heads.  I lowered my head to a pillow
and relaxed as I listened to the sound of the boys making out.  No matter
what we would have to face in the future, I knew that I was the luckiest
man in the world.