Date: Tue, 17 Jun 2008 17:08:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Second Time Around  Chapter Thirteen

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Chapter Thirteen:  Second Time Around


Leaving David after our extended weekend left me with a feeling of
emptiness.  Not a physical emptiness.  Maybe loneliness would be a better
description.  Yes, I knew he was a professional escort.  I also knew that
he was semi-retired and headed into retirement.  There was something else I
knew; David made me feel alive and younger.  He made me think of things and
want to do things I hadn't thought about in a long time.  He was good.

Leaving David wasn't easy, but necessary, for more than one reason.  For
one thing, part of my sitting area was sensitive from the new experiences I
had, or he had, put it through during the weekend.  Another thing, I had an
appointment in Tampa to talk with some of the bosses in the southeast
region.  The talk was actually an interview regarding a team leader
position in wealth management.  The position was coming open in
Jacksonville, where I wanted to be, and would be a promotion.  Someone had
recommended me for the position, but I would have to go through the normal
corporate interview procedures and time lines.  The position would also
require that I travel a little, occasionally, but the boys were old enough
and, I hope, mature enough for me to be able to leave them for a couple of
days; assuming I was offered the position.  I also had an ace up my sleeve
for caring for the boys, their grandmother; which reminded me that I needed
to place a call.

"Mother, it's me."

"Yes, Richard, I recognize the voice." I could always here the sound of
light laughter in Mother's voice.  "Where are you?  I assume you're still
arriving at the same time?"

"I'm in Tampa and no, I'll not be arriving at the same time.  I have a
meeting down here shortly and when it's over, I'll be driving up.  I've
rented a large SUV for the holidays."

'I don't recall you mentioning having a meeting scheduled at this time."

"That's because I didn't mention it; the boys don't even know.  It was a
last minute thing and the company covered the change in my reservations.
In fact, because of this meeting, the company is covering the entire cost
of my flight for the holidays.  I'm not calling too early, am I?"

"Well, certainly not for me.  You know that I always rise early.  I can
hear one of the boys in the bathroom right now.  My guess is that it's
Frank; Michael seems to enjoy sleeping in.  They have been on the go a lot
and I think I may have worn them out."

"Mother, you don't really expect two teenage boys to admit that they can't
keep up with their grandmother, do you?"

"We won't ask them to admit it.  I'll file it away as a fond memory and
leave it to you to tease them later." Mother was definitely laughing to
herself at this point. "They have been busy trying to get things just right
for your arrival.  I haven't had this many decorations out in years.  They
were just like two little boys in a toy box when I asked them to pull
everything out."

"Yes, and why would I suspect that you managed to tell them a few stories
about me, when I was growing up, while all this was going on?"

"Just a few; nothing really bad.  Their favorite was about you being in the
school play where the actors played gender reversal.  You weren't a bad
boy; most of the time."  Mother had just let me know she had given the boys
ammunition to make my life miserable for a while; she paused and changed
the subject.  "Do you know if you will be here for dinner tonight?"

"Oh, I imagine.  Actually, I was thinking in terms of taking everyone out
for dinner.  I could call ahead at make reservations for us if your
favorite steak house is still there."

"It's still there.  Would you like the phone number?"  No twisting of arms
required for this invitation.  "Oh, Frank's coming in; hold on."  I could
hear Mother talking to Frank but couldn't understand a word.  She had a
habit of placing her hand over the mouth- piece whenever she turned to
speak to someone and there was another party on the phone.  My poor second
son.  It was now past 9:30 in the morning and he had to force himself to
join the living.  At home, he would have been up right after me, early.

"Hey, Dad!"

"Hey, kiddo, sleeping in?"

"Not as much as Grandma says you used to."  Great, now I know Mother had
been telling secrets; no big deal. "Besides, it's vacation time; it's
allowed."

"That it is, son; that it is.  I'll assume your brother's still in bed?"

"Yeah, you know Mikey and how hard it is for him in the mornings."  I heard
that mischievous tone and knew what he was telling me.  If his grandmother
caught on, I was going to skin him alive.  "He'll be out when he smells
food.  Grandma knows how to get him moving."

"If your grandmother catches on to what I think you're telling me, I'm
going to skin you."

"We're fine.  Yeah, that's what I meant."  Frank was really enjoying
himself.  "You gonna be here tonight?"

"No, a little earlier.  I'm in Tampa now, headed to a meeting and then
headed your way.  We're going out to eat tonight."

"Why?  Mikey and I have been enjoyin' Grandma's cookin'.  No offense Dad,
but Grandma's a lot better cook than you."

"Okay, wise guy.  You two behave and tell Grandma I'll be there this
afternoon.  Love you, son."

"Love you, too, Dad.  See ya."

There was no doubt that my younger son was having a good time.  He was
still up to his shenanigans, telling me that Mikey, meaning his brother was
acting like a kid, and how hard it is for him, meaning that Little Mikey
was hard, was most likely lying in bed pleasuring himself.  The fact that
the two of them had been sleeping in also told me they were most likely up
at night playing games.  The one thing I was thankful for was that Mother
had put them in my old room which was on the opposite end of the house from
her bedroom.  I also wondered what other little secrets or stories Mother
had told my boys.  I was sure I would find out after I got there.

As I drove down the street, I again thought about David.  He had given me
three packages as we parted.  Actually, he had given me an incredible gift
over our weekend and parting was no fun.  Thinking about him I couldn't
help but smile while I drove along and relived the weekend in my mind.
Something I would do many, many times.  One of the packages he gave me I
could guess was the vibrating dildo he had shoved up my rear.  The others I
wasn't sure about.  He made me promise not to open them until I was on the
highway and headed to mothers.  One of the packages was marked 'open last'.

                                           * * * *

Business meetings were a part of my normal life.  This meeting was
scheduled for 10:45 in the morning.  Experience told me the odd time, most
meetings were scheduled on the hour or half-hour, was either to cover the
unlikely event the meeting ran beyond the desired one hour or, we would
stay within the one hour normal time frame and the men I was meeting could
graciously end the meeting and dump me before heading off to a leisurely
lunch.  Of course, there are those occasions where experience can be wrong.

I arrived approximately seven minutes before our scheduled meeting time and
was greeted in the lobby two minutes before the scheduled time and then
escorted into a small meeting room precisely on time.  The timing was so
good that it was almost unnerving.  Two other gentlemen were sitting in the
meeting room when I entered with my host.  Not only did this meeting go
beyond the normal one hour time frame, it ran into what became a business
lunch.

Business lunches are not normal lunches.  A normal lunch the person can
enter a restaurant or sandwich shop, my preference, eat and be out in about
thirty minutes.  Business lunches never take less than an hour and commonly
run longer, depending on the number of people in the party and seriousness
of the meetings.  This luncheon ran for two hours, in addition to an hour
in the meeting room.  What it all boiled down to was that I was being given
a very thorough going over.  During meetings such as this I always wondered
if I should have made up a list ahead of time, for distribution, of the
labels in my clothes and what size underwear I wore.  The length of the
meeting also said something else; they were interested.

It was just after two in the afternoon when I drove the Suburban I had
rented up on the highway and headed towards my family.  As soon as I
cleared some of the heavier traffic, I called the restaurant to make
reservations for dinner; someone had already called.  With that worry
behind me, I looked at the clock and, knowing I had a three hour drive,
decided to push the "take five" rule.  The rule is you could cruise at five
miles per hour over the speed limit and most likely, a policeman would not
make the effort to stop you and write the ticket.  On this trip, five
became ten and I locked it in.

The packages David gave me were on the passenger seat.  When I hit open
highway and locked in cruise control, I reached over and picked up the
larger package.  The size and shape of the box, wrapped very nicely in the
comic section of the Sunday paper, suggested what it was.  He said to open
them in private when I was out of the city.  Smiling to myself, I opened
the package and confirmed my suspicions; he had given me the vibrating
dildo he introduced to my virgin butt.  I held the thing as I drove down
the highway and remembered the feelings that little toy gave me.  I
promised myself the battery would not go bad from just sitting around.
There was also a note that told me not to open the last package until I
decided that I would teach my boys everything they needed to know.  It was
interesting that 'everything' was underlined and that he said 'until I
decided', not 'when I decided'.

The second package I opened was smaller and I wasn't sure what it might be.
It was wrapped in some really nice holiday paper with ribbon and a big bow.
This really had my curiosity going.  I opened the package to find a CD.
With no idea what could be on it, I knew there was only one way to find
out; play it.

"mmmmmmmmmmm. . . . . .yeeaahhhh" At least, that's what it sounded as
though someone, or some thing, was trying to say.  I thought the disc might
be bad and was disappointed.  However, I listened to a little more, just in
case it was just a brief bad spot on the disc.  "ooooooohhhhhhhhh
. . . . . .mmmmmmmmmm . . . .mmmmhuuuummmm .  . .mmmmmmm" That was a
whimper!  I ran the disc back, turned up the volume and listed again.
"mmmmmmmmmmm . . . .oooooooooohhhhhhhhhh" It sounded like air rushing
through something. "ooooooooooooohhhhhhhh . . . .yyyeeeeeaaaahhhh." I was
beginning to think I knew what this was, but didn't think I was right until
I heard "...pizza for supper, goes good with wine."  Holy crap!  David had
recorded our session together.  Those groans and whimpers were me as he
manipulated my body and that last 'yyyeeeeeeaaahhhh' was when he pushed
that vibrator toy up my butt.  No wonder he told me to open this thing in
private!

Initially, I was flabbergasted.  I had never even considered he would do
something like that.  I had no idea he was doing it.  I ran the tape back
and listened again.  This time, knowing what it was, I started laughing.  I
laughed so hard that I had to pull into the next rest stop to clear my
eyes.  This was one CD that I would definitely want to hide from my boys.
If they ever found it, there would be no peace at home.  As I pulled back
onto the highway, I looked at the CD player and knew there was more.  It
didn't take much imagination to guess what it might be.  He had taped the
whole session where he introduced me to the joys of anal sex.  Shaking my
head and laughing, I pushed the play button and relived that fantastic
evening in my mind as I listened to myself become his whimpering, but
lusty, puppy.

                                           * * * *

As we entered the restaurant, many memories came back.  Dad always brought
us here on special occasions, and if there was no special occasion, Dad was
good at making up one.  The name, The Tree House, came from a giant live
oak that grew in the middle of the dining room, extending through the
ceiling.  The tree's boughs spread far enough to form a canopy over the
building.  The menu had a picture of the tree with Spanish moss hanging
from its limbs, sheltering those inside from the bright sun and heat back
in the pre-airconditioning days.  Those were the days my sons referred to
as the Dark Ages.

"Hey, Dad, what're we getting'?" Mike sounded like a little kid he was so
excited.  He was having a problem looking at everything around him and the
menu.  The two boys had been hyper from the time I stepped in the door at
Mother's.  They had only been away from me for a week, but I did miss them
and felt almost as giddy as them.

"Depends."

"On what?"

"How about, what you order?"  And Mike got this dumbfounded look on his
face.  I think the kids call it 'duh!'.  Mother sat across from me fighting
to suppress her laughter.

Like most parents, when the boys were small, we ordered for them.  When the
boys were old enough to read the menu and understand what was offered, I
preferred to let them order for themselves.  They needed to learn how to
order, how to ask questions about the food, and not let their eyes get
bigger than their stomachs.  The last item took a little longer to work out
then the other points.  If they did order too much, we simply took it home
and had another meal.  Why Michael seemed to be regressing on me, I wasn't
sure; but, that was part of what made him Michael.

"Hey, Dad!  Did you know that if we lived down here that I'm old enough to
get a driver's license?"  Michael looked at me expectantly.  "How'd the
interview go?"

Now I knew why Michael was so giddy.  He figured if the interview went
well, then we were moving here and he could have a license.  It didn't take
a genius to figure out what the next thing he'd be hinting for would be.

"Uh-uh.  No way, bro.  They'd put Dad in jail for turning loose a menace on
society.  No body'd be safe, then."  Frank didn't waste any time in pushing
Mike's buttons.  The look I gave Frank conveyed the message.  Mother still
fought to hide her amusement.  I silently laughed because I knew Frank was
right.

"Don't worry about me at the moment.  What have you two been doing?"

"Helping Grandma," came Mike's immediate response; a little too immediate.

"We have, Dad," Frank added calmly.  "We got the decorations up on the
house.  Wait till you see it when we get back.  Grandma said she hasn't had
that many decorations up in years."

"Yeah, Dad, you should see all the cool decorations Grandma has.  Some are
real antiques, too."  Mike was still excited.  There was no way I was going
to tell him Mother had purchased those antique decorations new.  "Hey, Dad,
we goin' down to St.  Augustine one night?  Grandma says they have some
kinda Nights of Lights celebration where the whole city is all lit up.
Plus, there's a carriage ride tour where you get ta see all kinds of neat
old stuff."

"Yeah, Mikey wants ta tour the cemetery."  For that one I reached under the
table and pinched Frank's leg between the knuckles on my first and second
fingers.  Try it sometime; Mother used it on me when I was growing up.  It
hurts!

"You two didn't try to eat your grandmother out of house and home, did
you?"

"Yes, sir, but we didn't make it.  Grandma's still bakin'; didn't you smell
what it's like comin' in?"

>From as far back as I could remember growing up, after Thanksgiving our
house always smelled of something baking or cooking.  Mother's family was
accustomed to getting vegetables from the family farm; they didn't like
anything frozen or canned.  The farm was gone now, and with Dad gone, plus
my sister and I living out of town, I didn't think she cooked like that
anymore.  I found out that she hadn't in several years, and enjoyed doing
it only when she had someone around to appreciate it.  My boys knew how to
appreciate good cooking.  The combination told me there was no way they had
gone hungry, even for a moment.

Mother didn't say a whole lot to me during dinner.  She made a comment here
and there, but for the most part, she let the boys work through their
excitement of being with me.  I was equally as excited to be with them.
There was no doubt in my mind that this was going to be the best Christmas
and holiday season we had enjoyed since losing Kathy.  I felt good.  At
some point I had come to the realization that it was time for the boys and
me to move on.

It almost felt like the boys were having a contest to see who could tell me
the most exciting thing that happened during the past week.  They were
definitely thrilled that Mother had put them in my bedroom.  When I asked
them which floor they were sleeping on, since I planned on sleeping in my
bed, they were shocked.  I was surprised to learn that Mother made one
major change to my old room; she replaced the bed.  The old bed was in
pretty rough condition, but should have been good enough for us to sleep on
for a few nights.  Mother decided a new mattress was in order and, when she
looked at the double beds, she decided they had shrunk.  She put a queen
size bed in my room.  The new bed necessitated new sheets and quilts.  I
didn't understand why she did it, but Mother always did what she wanted and
we accepted it; Dad taught us that a long time ago.

When we returned home, I realized that I was tired.  The extended weekend
with David had been both active and exhausting, but it was a pleasant kind
of exhaustion.  It was a shame that I wouldn't share it with the boys, but
I was entitled to my private moments and memories.  We finished bringing
the luggage in from the suburban and I managed to hide the vibrating toy.
That's all I needed was for Mother to find that memento.

The boys showed me some of Mother's antique decorations.  I recognized most
of them from my childhood; they were fond memories.  The boys thought
Mother's house was 'wild'.  When we arrived home, the timers had already
turned the lights on and I had to admit that it was quite a sight.  Mother
claimed that the boys did it all, but I knew that some very subtle coaching
from her had been in the mix.  Nevertheless, the boys were proud of the way
the house looked.  Inside the house, not one room had been overlooked; not
even a bathroom.  The tree was one of the biggest I could ever remember
seeing in the house.  Mother again said the boys picked it out; that
explained the size.

"Okay, guys, it's getting a little late, don't you think you should be
headed for bed?"

"I guess," Frank simply replied.  Actually, the two of them were normally
in their room long before now.  But, this was a different experience.  "You
comin' soon?"

"I'll give the two of you a chance to get ready and get in bed, then I'll
be along."  I could see a certain look of disappointment in both of their
eyes.  As the boys walked off, mother waited until they were out of hearing
range to say something.

"Richard, those boys have been ready to burst all day long waiting for you
to get here.  All they want is a little time with you.  They're good boys;
you've done a great job with them.  I'll caution you now that they have
measured that bed from every angle possible and decided there's plenty of
room for the three of you, and that's what they're counting on.  Go be with
your boys and we'll talk in the morning.  Besides, I think I need to get
some rest myself."

When I entered my room the boys weren't to be seen.  I knew both of them
were in the bathroom, so I undressed.  When I turned around, my two boys,
wet and naked, stood before my grinning like Cheshire cats.  They each
grabbed an arm and pulled me into the shower with them.

"What do you two think you're doing?"

"What?" Mike asked in mock surprise.  "We've been in the shower together
lots a times."

"Not at your Grandmother's."  I looked at both of them; I might as well
have been talking to a wall.  Wrapping an arm around each boy, I pulled
them into me.  "C'mere you two; I've missed you."

"We missed you, too."  I could have stood there all night with my boys
hugging me.  Then I asked the dumb question.

"You two did behave, right?"

"What do ya mean by 'behave'?"  There was that mischievous tone again.  'We
didn't do anything here that we wouldn't do at home."  Oh my God, now I
know I don't want to know.  Too late.

"Dad, you know what we do sometimes.  We waited till we knew Grandma was in
bed and probably asleep.  Besides, her room's on the other end of the
house.  Did you know that Grandma knew that you liked to sleep nude.  She
said you've done it since you were about twelve."  That was a shocker!
How'd she know?

 "She said she walked into your room one night to make sure you were
alright and you'd kicked the covers off and didn't have a stitch on.  You
should have seen her laughing when she told us.  She also said she never
walked into your room again without knocking.  Me and Frank figured she was
telling us something, like she wouldn't walk in on us?"

"We did fool around some, Dad," Frank admitted, "after all, we are
teenagers.  We're supposed ta be horny most of the time.  I tried ta give
you a message on the phone one time, remember?"  Oh yeah, I remembered.

"I got the message."

While we stood in the shower, the boys had pulled out the soap, while we
talked, and decided it was alright to bathe me.  Actually, it did feel good
and was a change since I was usually the one bathing them.  They had
evidently decided each would take a side and they could share the middle.
It was interesting how they rubbed over my chest but gave extra special
attention to my nipples.  I ignored them but I could feel their bodies
jerk, laughing.

One hand rubbed the front, while the other gently rubbed the back.  They
seemed to enjoy lingering around my butt and just above my package.  I knew
what they were doing and they thought it was funny.  I stood there, closed
my eyes, and worked to keep a straight face.  Suddenly, I felt a finger,
then a second finger, traveling down my butt crack.  At the same time, one
had gripped my penis and another cupped my scrotum.

"Dad, you know that me and Mike have blown each other; more than once.  We
want to do you."

Oh God!  I didn't want to deal with this now.  David had said I needed to
be honest with the boys and not teach them to be ashamed to do or ask
anything.  Some things are a little easier to accept verbally than to put
into action.  The part that got me was that I was getting a massive
erection; a fact not lost on the boys.

"Well, as an alternative right now, we could follow that rule you told us
about."  They paused while I tried to think.  "You know, the one you said
there was no limit on how long you wash any particular part of your body?"

Without waiting for me to say anything, one hand started stroking me,
another massaged my sac, and I definitely felt some fingers playing with my
nipples and butt.  I stood there and kept repeating to myself "practice
what you preach . . .practice what you preach."  The next thing I knew, my
knees got weak and I shot a load all over the shower door.  I stood there
breathing hard, holding onto my boys.

I didn't say anything.  I couldn't say anything without being a complete
hypocrite.  I hugged the boys to me and let my hands slip down their backs,
stopping at their butts to squeeze just a little.  They giggled.  I brought
my hands around and gripped each boys pride and joy.  I only had to move my
hands a couple of times for them to get the message.  They held on to me
and pumped into my fists until they found relief.

We dried off and it was definitely time for bed.  Naturally, I wound up in
the middle.  I lay on my back. Mike claimed my right shoulder and side,
Frank my left.  They lay about half way on top of me.  They just wanted to
be close and be loved, and I wanted to love them.  I also had a surprise
for them.

"SMACK! . . .SMACK! "

"Ow . . .Oowwee," they exclaimed, almost simultaneously.  "What'd you smack
us for?  That stings!"

"For whatever it is you two got into that you shouldn't have, but I know
you did, that I haven't found out about . . .yet."

"Ooohhh," they answered and I both heard and felt them giggle again.  They
knew I loved 'em.


End Ch Thirteen

To Be Continued

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