Date: Wed, 25 Jun 2008 16:00:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Second Time Around  Chapter Fourteen

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Chapter Fourteen:  Second Time Around


It never ceased to amaze me how soundly kids could sleep.  I wondered
where, along the line of becoming an adult, we lose that ability to simply
block out the world and its worries, and slip off into a period of total
relaxation and rest.  When I woke the next morning, both boys appeared to
be in almost the same position as when they fell asleep.  Mike used my arm
as a pillow, while Frank had his head laying on my chest.  The muscles in
my arms and shoulders begged for relief.

Regardless of how my muscles felt, I lay in the bed, holding my sons, and
admired them.  There was no doubt that they were two of the most beautiful
boys anyone could ever hope to have the privilege of seeing or knowing.  I
remembered someone telling me that boys were one of God's most beautiful
creations and, to appreciate that, you had to be able to observe them nude.
Observing my boys nude was never an issue.  But it was more than just their
physical beauty, they had a joie de vivre .  Combining their attitudes
towards life and their physical beauty, you had two wonderful gifts.

As teenagers, there was another issue.  They weren't as light as they used
to be.  When they were little it was easy to pick them up and move them;
not any more.  I twisted here and scooted there until I worked my way out
from under them.  Ending up on my knees with my hands supporting me on
either side of them, I bent down and gave each boy a little kiss on the
cheek.  They were accustomed to me doing that with them, and seemed to
enjoy the brief intimacy that said I loved them.  They weren't accustomed
to what I did next.  I'm not sure why I did it, other than it just felt
right.  As I tried to gently back off the bed and not disturb them, I
reached down and kissed each boy on his lower cheek.

Having been escorted to bed by my sons the previous evening, I had not
pulled out my pajamas.  When I opened my bag, I not only found my lounging
pajamas, but an envelope.  It was the same envelope that I had left on the
lamp table in Tampa for David.  When I looked inside, all the money was
still there plus a note that said the weekend was a gift from him to me and
wishing me a happy holiday.  All I could do was stand there and smile to
myself.  Turning to leave the room, I paused one more moment to admire my
sleeping boys.  It was almost like I was appreciating a beauty in them that
I hadn't noticed before.

As soon as I opened the bedroom door, I smelled the unmistakable aroma of
fresh brewed coffee.  It was hard to miss Mother's coffee.  She always made
it strong and drank it with no sugar and no cream.  Both of my parents were
big coffee drinkers.  All of us could drink a cup of strong coffee and go
to bed fifteen minutes later and sleep like a baby.  It had to be genetic
because both of my boys liked a cup in the morning.  As I stepped into the
kitchen, Mother was pouring a cup of coffee which she handed to me.  I just
looked at her.

"I heard you trying to close the door quietly.  Neither of the boys has
learned that trick yet."

"Good morning; and, thank you."

"Did you sleep well?"

"It's been a while since I slept that soundly.  It felt good.  Of course,
the first thing I had to do was get two teenagers to settle down."

"Why do I suspect that they decided they needed to sleep with you?"  Mother
grinned from ear to ear.  "They've missed you.  They haven't said much, but
I could tell from the way they were acting yesterday that they were really
looking forward to you getting here."

"Since losing Kathy, it's been the three of us and I guess we've kind of
grown accustomed to leaning on each other.  I missed them, too, but to be
honest, it was nice to have a few days to get their Christmas finished
without having to sneak around on them.  Usually, at this time of year,
both of them are worse than preschoolers, snooping through the house,
opening closets, looking under beds; the usual."

"Sometimes, as a parent, you need a short break from your children; and,
they need a break from you."

"Mother, did you do what we discussed?"

"Yes, I did.  I did the same for Eric, also.  I didn't want him feeling
left out."

"Good idea.  There's one more thing I want to get for them, but I was
waiting just in case you changed your mind.  I'll need to "run an errand
for you" and make a side trip to finish up today."  We both sat there and
laughed.  How many times had that trick been pulled?

"Richard, before you leave and go back home, we need to talk about some
things.  I want you to go with me to meet with an attorney; it's for estate
planning."  I just looked at Mother; this was not a good subject for this
time of year.  "We'll talk later, but I want you to know now that I'd like
to do it before you go back."  I just nodded my consent.  When Mother was
ready to tell me more, she would, and not before.

There was no way that I was going to think about that conversation without
worrying at least a little.  Mother always believed in accepting the
realities of life and then enjoying life itself.  She said we would talk
later; she never said there was nothing wrong.  Watching her as she talked
about the boys, the twinkle in her eyes told me she had really enjoyed
having them around.  I also guessed that they were beginning to take a toll
on her energy reserves; teenage boys can do that.  While we talked we heard
one of the boys approaching.  I was surprised to see that it wasn't Frank.
Mike came in and sat next to his grandmother.  He wasn't wearing a shirt.
I was happy that he was awake enough to remember putting on some pants.
When he leaned over and lay his head on the table, Mother rubbed his back
for him.  The way Mike moved and Mother smiled told me this wasn't the
first time the scene had played out.  That answered any questions about
whether she was spoiling them.

"Good morning, sleepy head," Mother greeted him.  He looked at her through
sleepy eyes and smiled just before he grunted.  Mother grinned and kept
rubbing his back.  I was ignored.

"Michael," Mother spoke to him softly, "don't you think that maybe you
should get some more sleep?"

"Can't," he answered, "I'm kinda half there and half awake.  I don't wanna
move but I hear everything."

"How about some breakfast, kiddo?"  My boys never turned down food.

"I didn't smell anything cookin'.  Can I have some coffee? . . . . Please?"

For a moment I thought Mother may have spoiled my son out of his common
courtesy.  I think, though, that his mind was still at least half asleep
and it took a moment for it to register that he hadn't spoken the courtesy
word.  I smiled and got him a small cup of coffee; no cream, no sugar.

"Now, back to the original question.  We've been waiting for you two
sleepyheads to get up to have breakfast.  Would you rather sleep some more
or eat?"  I knew better.

"I need a shower first.  What're we havin'?  Who's cookin'?"  Interesting
question on his part.  I wondered if it really made a difference whether I
cooked his breakfast or his grandmother cooked.  Thinking back to my
childhood, I remembered that no one, not even my own mother, could cook
better than Grandma.

"Oh, how about some bacon, a couple of eggs over easy, grits and toast?"

"Grits!?  Daa-aad, you gotta be kiddin'!  GRITS? . . .That's down right
GROSS!"  Michael was definitely awake now.  "Grandma didn't give us none of
that.  Did ja, Grandma?"  Why did my 'Dads' come out sounding bad and her
'Grandmas' came out like she was the saving angel?

"Michael, you know your Daddy's just teasing you; although he does like
grits.  Why don't we try substituting some fresh fruit for the grits and
add in some fresh, home-made orange juice?"  Michael definitely perked up
then.

"See Dad.  You need to listen ta Grandma more.  She knows how to feed a
grownin' boy.  We need to stay healthy.  Grits! . . .YUCK!"

"Okay, you poor mistreated child of mine.  How about you go get a quick
shower and get dressed?  Get your brother moving and breakfast will be
ready in about fifteen or twenty minutes.  Move it, kiddo."  The mistreated
child of mine was up and gone.

"Fifteen or twenty minutes?  Don't you think your rushing things?"  Mother
asked.

"Mother, believe me, with those two all they have to know is that food is
waiting on them and, if they're hungry, they'll be here.  Besides, if I
know my sons, Mike will go in there and roll his brother out of bed;
probably tell him I said to get a move on.  The two of them will hit the
shower together, argue over who gets the shampoo first and, if we were
home, they would both come wandering out wearing nothing but a towel around
their waist and dripping wet."

"HEEY!!  WHAT THE . . .!"  The exclamation was accompanied by a thud and
Frank was out of bed.  I just looked at Mother and shrugged my shoulders;
she laughed.  Mother was about to see the other side of my boys, the side
that showed when they didn't act like sweet little angels.

                                           * * * *

The phone rang and I was surprised when Mother said it was for me.  When
the phone call ended, I rejoined Mother and the boys to give them what I
thought they would consider to be bad news.

"Guess what, guys."  My mistake.

"You hafta go to a meetin'."  There was Frank's uncanny perception again.
"When we movin'?"

"You know I just had a meeting in Tampa.  This is a follow-up.  I do it now
and get it out of the way or, it might be rescheduled for next week.  Do it
now and we have peace next week; I promise."  The boys just looked at me;
they knew I really didn't like it when they acted passive.  I preferred a
little rebellion or, preferably, a little support.  Passive was punishment;
their way of saying they didn't like it, but accepted it because they
didn't think there was any other choice.

"Have you guys finished your shopping for the holidays?"

"Mostly."

"Mostly means not all.  Right?"  They nodded.  "Suppose your Grandmother
takes you to the mall to shop." I could see that wasn't doing anything for
either of them. "Or, I could drop you off and let you shop and join you
right after my meeting?  We could finish our shopping and then come home
and say . . . . try the hot tub?"  That got a smile of approval.

"I've completed my shopping, so I really don't need to go.  Why don't you
boys take some time together and go?"  Mother's way of directing the
action.  "Of course, it would help me if you could let me know if you'd
like something special for dinner tonight."

"Home cookin', Grandma style."  Frank knew how to brown-nose someone.

"Richard, I've been cooking the boys special dishes since they arrived.  Is
there anything in particular you would like?"  I looked at Mother and
smiled.  When she smiled back, I knew she had read my mind.

"How about some Southern style chicken and dumplin's with a garden salad
and maybe, a banana pudding?"  That really got a smile from Mother.

"DAD!" Mike exclaimed, surprising all of us.  "Do you know how many carbs
and calories are in that kinda meal?  You know, you're not as young as you
used ta be.  You need to watch what you eat so you don't wind up bein'
pudgy."  Mother had to turn her back to avoid encouraging my outspoken son
with her laughter.  I just looked at him and he decided not to say any
more.

"I suppose you would like the dumplings prepared the way your Grandmother
prepared them?"  That got the big smile from me.

Grandma always cooked everything from scratch.  No frozen foods or canned
foods allowed; everything fresh.  She prepared her own dumplings and when
she set the ball of dough out to roll and cut, she always cut a little
corner off so I could sneak up behind her and snitch a piece.  She always
acted like it was a big surprise that I would do such a thing.  If I
didn't, Sunday dinner at Grandma's just wasn't the same.

My appointment was set for eleven-thirty.  We had agreed on a brief talk in
the office and then a brief lunch session.  I was both impressed and
pleased that the gentlemen stayed with the plan. Of course, the fact that
we were so close to the holiday and everyone was busy probably didn't hurt.
Coming out of the meeting I was left with the distinct impression that the
job would be mine for the taking; and soon, if I wanted it.

The boys didn't think I would be with them until around two, so I did have
just a little time to accomplish what I needed, to complete my personal
shopping.  Leaving the meeting, I headed for another mall across town.
Locating the jewelry store I wanted, I headed straight there.  I bought
each of the boys a nice gold chain necklace.  They were old enough to
appreciate its value and be responsible; Mike might have been the
exception, but I hoped for the best.  While there I needed to find one more
gift.

David had slipped my envelope back in my bags and included a nice note.
When I left him, I knew how I felt and was well aware of what was beginning
to happen.  During the weekend I realized that David was beginning to get
under my skin.  I thought about him quite a bit and I knew he preferred
older men.  I also knew it wouldn't be practical and wasn't sure I was
ready to go that route just yet.  I still had the boys to consider and I
didn't want to create any issues with, or for, them.  Still, I wanted to
get something for David.  Locating the Marks & Morgan store, I bought him a
nice half-carat diamond stud earring set.  I knew his ears, or at least one
ear, was pierced and the idea of a stud earring seemed to fit.  Whether he
wore one, or both, would his choice.  The store contacted its Tampa
affiliate and the gift was delivered from there in time for the holiday.

Returning to the mall where I had left the boys, a quick call on the cell
phone got us all connected.  They had a couple of packages in their hands
and wanted to drop them in the car.  We walked out and on the way back they
wanted to get something nice for Mother.  It seems her watch had broken.
She dropped it and something fell on it, and that was that.  Thinking about
it, I remembered that it was a platinum watch Dad gave her for one of their
anniversaries.  Nothing could replace it, so we needed to find something
nice, but different.  We needed to locate the M&M store here.  There was a
saleslady that appeared to be close to Mother's age, but she was busy; we
waited.  While we waited, the boys wanted to know if they could get
something nice for Sean.  They were totally unaware that I had gotten
something nice for Sean that his mother would give him Christmas Eve.  To
tell the boys would spoil the part of the surprise that was for them.  I
was trapped.  I had to choose between spoiling the surprise or going with
the flow.  It's always easier to swim downstream.

The saleslady made me very happy that we waited.  She knew exactly how to
talk to the boys to find out what they were looking for.  She knew the
right questions to ask about Mother to guess at her taste.  The lady
immediately suggested that the boys not even look at one section of the
watch display. When I peeked in, I agreed; too gaudy.  She showed the boys
several watches and I stood back and just watched.  When the saleslady
began expressing her impression of their grandmother and stating she was a
refined lady, you could see the boys' chests swell. This lady was
definitely good at what she did.  In the end, they picked out a nice Lady
Bulova done in white gold with a few small diamonds clustered at the top of
each side of the band.  The diamonds were of the right size and quality to
look really nice without being ostentatious.  Their next gift was a little
harder.

The lady was showing the boys identification bracelets and necklaces.  They
even looked at an earring, something I wasn't sure Sean's mother would
appreciate.  I noticed that my boys, particularly Mike, kept looking at the
earrings.  If I had known, maybe I should have skipped the necklace for
them and bought one pair of stud earrings and let them split it.  After
looking at almost everything and getting discouraged, I asked the lady if a
bracelet could be made.  My suggestion was to get an ID bracelet, but
rather than one large piece with Sean's name, use three smaller units and
put each of the boys names on it with something like 'best buds' or 'best
friends'.  Mike suggested 'friends forever'; it was done.  The jeweler said
he could have it ready for us before noon the next day.  Good thing, since
the next day was Christmas Eve.  The boys were worried about getting it to
Sean and I told them they could talk to him Christmas night and tell him we
were shipping it overnight and that it would be there the next day.

                                           * * * *

I could smell the banana pudding as I walked in the door.  You could also
smell the chicken cooking.  The smell alone was enough to get the hunger
pangs going.  It was a good thing the boys and I grabbed a pretzel and a
drink on the way out of the mall.  When I looked at the clock, I was happy
to see that we had done pretty well with our time.  All the shopping was
done; it was time to relax.

"Boys, are you going to use the hot tub as usual?"  Mother asked.

"Yes, ma'am," they answered with this weird smile.  Something was up.

"Well, go ahead.  I'll be in here cooking tonight's dinner.  Your dad can
join you just as soon as he helps me pull down the big pot I'll need.
Okay?"

Two giggling teenagers went bouncing off.  Something was up, something the
boys liked and I was sure I would find out about before too long.  When the
boys left, Mother motioned for me to sit down.

"You and I both know that I always keep that big pot stored in the cabinet
under the counter there.  I wanted the boys to leave so you and I could
talk privately.  I had hoped there would be time for us to talk and thought
it might be in the mornings while the boys slept in, but I don't think
that's going to happen."  Mother paused and I could tell she was thinking.

"Richard, I guess this is more of a short lecture than a discussion because
there's something I want to say to you; it's important for both of us.
There are things that a father should teach his son.  I am aware that your
father never had a talk with you or showed you certain things; he didn't
even show you the proper way to shave.  I'm not trying to embarrass you and
I'm doing my best to not embarrass myself.  However, I wanted to say to
you, to encourage you, don't make that same mistake with your sons.  They
are at an age where they need you to be their dad, not their father.  I
have the confidence in you to believe that you know when to be their
friend, when to be their teacher, and when to be the disciplinarian; in
other words, how to be their dad.  Teach them to not be ashamed of anything
and how to handle themselves.  Make sure they are proud of who they are.
Do you understand what I'm trying to say here?  Too many teens get in
trouble today because the parents are either too insecure or worried about
social mores to do what is right for their children.  Don't let social
stigmas interfere with what they need to learn; you are the best person to
teach them.  Those boys adore you.  I hope you realize just how fortunate
you are."

I looked at Mother and wasn't too sure what to say to her.  I had a pretty
good idea what she was trying to tell me.  She was right; Dad never talked
with me or showed me anything.  Later, I found myself to be very insecure
and uncertain about a lot of things and had to learn the hard way.  I
didn't want my boys going through all that.

"There's one other thing I want you to know." Mother continued. "I know
that you loved Kathy.  I also believe that there was something missing.
Richard, you have always been a little different and followed a different
path.  One day, I hope you find someone to share your life with, someone
that can truly make you happy.  What I'm trying to say is that if that
choice is a little different from what most people consider normal, I'll
support you and always love you.  More to the point, if that person is not
of the feminine gender, it will make no difference to me so long as I know
that you are happy."  I started to say something, but she stopped me.

"While I'm doing this, I need to finish; please, let me.  I think one of
the boys may make the same choices – Michael.  Give him, and Frank, the
knowledge and the confidence they need to follow their own path.  That's
part of what I meant when I said teach them.  Let them know you will always
be there for them.  Let them know their Grandmother will always love them
and support them.  Okay?"  I didn't say anything, I couldn't.  It took all
I had to retain my composure.

"Now, go.  Your boys are waiting for you and don't be surprised."
Everything was fine until that last phrase.  I gave Mother a strange look
and her response was to give me a little kiss on the forehead and push me
towards the door.

When I entered my room, I looked out the patio door and spotted the boys in
the hot tub.  They were smiling and laughing, but I couldn't hear any part
of the conversation.  Changing into a swim suit, I walked out to join them.
As I approached the tub, they looked at me and started giggling.  Laughing
is one thing; that means the boys are just having a good time.  Giggling is
something that could be interpreted several ways; this time, it meant they
were up to something.

"Okay, fellas, time to share the warmth."  I climbed into the tub as the
boys spread apart.

"Hey, Dad," Frank's tone told me it was coming, "have you ever tried
sitting on one of these jets?  They feel pretty wild."

"Sure I have.  Remember, I was using this old tub back when I was your
age."

"Man, that means this thing's a real antique," Mike added, proud of
himself.

"Careful, kiddo, this antique may arrange for you to never have to worry
about getting there."

"Oooooooooo . . .you steppin' in it now, bro," Frank started in, but they
both just laughed.

"Dad, did you hear Grandma when she said she'd be in the kitchen cookin'?
You know what she meant?"

"Yeah, that she'd be in the kitchen cookin'.  She used to tell me that a
lot."

"Dad, you don't know what she really meant, do ya?" Pure mischief shown
through their faces now.

"Dad, she was tellin' us that she was gonna stay there and we could have
our privacy.  That's so we could do the same thing Grandma said you used to
do all the time." I just looked at the two of them; both curious and
concerned.  What had Mother told them I used to do?

"Dad," Frank had this exasperated tone, now, "Grandma said you used ta go
skinny dippin' in here all the time.  You just never told her and she
didn't say anything 'cause she didn't want to embarrass you.  Me and Mike's
been doin' it every day since we got here."  My two sons then turned and
stood to show me their naked selves.  I laughed.

"You two have been skinny dippin' in this tub everyday?"

"Yep," Frank said with a huge grin, "Grandma told us you used ta do it all
the time.  She said you liked ta sleep naked too."

That one got to me; I just burst out laughing.  How did Mother know that I
slept nude?

"Grandma said she walked into your room one night when she heard you
talkin' in your sleep and groanin'.  You'd kicked the covers off and were
layin' on the bed without a stitch on.  Didn't you ever notice she didn't
come in your room without knockin' or callin' you?"  My sons were now
grinning like the Cheshire cat twins.  "We just wanna know what you were
dreamin' about that made you groan?"  Devilment was written all over their
faces.

Sitting there, I thought about it, and realized they were right. There was
a point where Mother never entered my room when the door was closed without
knocking or calling me.  More than once, if she had, she would have seen
her not so innocent son having some boy type fun.  I really laughed at
myself when I remembered that, more than once, she'd knocked and I had a
greased candle up my butt.  There were a couple of times, too, that I had
forgotten to lock the door.

The next thing I knew, both legs were flying up in the air and I was losing
my swim suit.  Two boys were laughing like crazy and grabbing at me as fast
as they could before I could say anything.  I let them pull the suit off
and just sat there, grinning to myself.

"Hey, Dad," Mike interrupted my thoughts, "try sitting on a jet now.  It
feels really weird, and cool, too."  I looked over and knew he had found a
special place to sit.

We enjoyed soaking in the hot tub.  I did find my own special place to sit,
and the boys acted silly like kids are supposed to do.  I told them to
settle down a little, because I needed to talk with them.

"Guys, you know I had the meeting in Tampa, and then the meeting this
morning.  You're both old enough for us to talk straight with one another
and I think you should be able to have some input on decisions that affect
all of us.  You were right, Frank, the meetings were job interviews.  No
one has offered me a position yet, but my instincts tell me it's coming.
When the offer is made I need to be in a position to give them an answer
fairly quickly."

"You mean we'd be movin' down here?" Mike asked what I thought to be the
obvious.

"Yes.  The position is as manager of a region for wealth management.
Rather than working with clients to make large loans, I would supervise and
advise a staff that does the same thing that I do now."

"So it's a promotion for you, then," Frank observed and I nodded.

"But, Dad," Michael was thinking things through, "what about our friends.
What about Sean?  I mean, he's only got us and he's kinda like a member of
the family."

"Mike, I can only say that I'll do my best to arrange for Sean to visit
some, on long weekends and during holidays from school.  That's all I can
reasonably promise.  I know the three of you are close and I'll try to help
you keep that friendship."

"That's why you suggested that bracelet today, isn't it?" Frank asked and
again, I just nodded.

"Guys, don't try to give me an answer now and I didn't mean to put a damper
on your holiday.  Also, understand that nothing is written in concrete,
yet.  I just wanted you to think about it and we can talk some more when
you want to."

My news put a bit of a damper on their hot tub fun.  Both boys got quieter
and eventually moved around so they could just lean on me.  I put my arms
around them and just held them close for a few minutes before suggesting we
might want to get out of the tub before we turned into prunes.

When we did get out of the tub, the boys didn't even bother with towels.
They each grabbed an arm and pulled me into the bathroom where Frank
quickly turned on the water.  Here I was again, the main entrée in a teen
boy sandwich.  They were a little more subdued this time, but they were
trying.  I felt bad for dropping what was apparently a bomb on their
holiday.  Interestingly, Frank stepped back and left Mike standing in front
of me.  He had what I could only describe as a 'yearning' look in his eyes.

Again, I both looked at and admired my boys.  They wanted attention and
needed me.  I needed them.  Using the shower gel and a soft cloth, I
thoroughly washed Mike from head to toe.  There was no rush and I made sure
to take the time to tease him a little and let him enjoy the attention.
When I ran my middle finger down through the crack in his butt, he
whimpered and I heard Frank giggle.  Little Mikey and his supporters got
their attention also.

When I finished with Mike, I gave the same attention to Frank.  He really
enjoyed the attention Little Frankie and the twins received followed by my
finger traveling through his crack.  Frank not only whimpered, but went up
on his toes and stayed there.  When my hand traveled across his pecs and I
took a little extra time to pinch and then caress his nipples, I thought
his knees would buckle.  When I finished with Frank, the boys stood on
either side of me and bathed me.  It felt good.  Both boys still had
erections and it was all I could do not to laugh when I realized they were
deliberately swatting my legs with them.

A lot of people may not approve of what we were doing, but I was sure there
were a lot of dads and a lot more sons that wished they could be this
close.  Both boys managed to give plenty of attention to my manhood, which
they often referred to as Daddy-O.  They spent a lot more time working on
Daddy-O and my butt than I spent on them.  When they finished with me, they
sprang what they thought was their little conniving surprise.

"Dad, you didn't get all of me clean.  Little Mikey's still got some dirt
on 'im.  So does Little Frankie."  Yeah . . . .uh-huh.

I liked the idea that my boys would be so open with me.  Wrapping an arm
around each of them and pulling them in close for a light kiss on the
forehead, I thought about what Mother had said about teaching them.  I
realized that she knew exactly what she was saying and what they needed.  I
felt blessed to be able to teach them and enjoy watching them.

Both boys were still fully erect.  Slipping my hands from around their
waists, I reached down and firmly grasped their pride and joy.  Both boys
gasped slightly and exhaled slowly.  I slowly squeezed and released their
boyhoods and watched them rise on their toes and let their heads drop back.
When I squeezed hard and didn't release, they both started whimpering.
When I began the pumping motion, both boys lay their head on my shoulders.
Soon, they had started their own pumping action and I just held them.  One
at a time, they began running their s hands over my back and chest.  I
whimpered when I felt a nipple squeezed, then two.

Teenage boys who haven't had a release all afternoon, don't last very long.
They didn't, and when the release came, it was strong.  I marveled in the
sounds and feel of their young bodies as they traveled through their
orgasms.  Both boys whimpered softly as their breathing returned to normal.

Frank reached over and touched Mike.  It was a signal from one to the
other.  I knew this when I felt one hand grip my manhood, and another cup
my scrotum.  Working them through their pleasures had gotten me worked up
also; I didn't last long.  The boys had to support me this time.

                                           * * * *

The next day was Christmas Eve.  My sister, Bonnie, would arrive with her
family.  Eric and the boys would become three silly kids and the adults
would sit around and watch, and laugh at, their shenanigans.  We lay in
bed, me in the middle, partially covered by a beautiful naked gift on each
side.

"Dad," Mike called out quietly to me, "thanks for sendin' us down early.
This's been one of the best Christmas holidays ever."  That made my
holiday.

I rubbed their backs waiting for them to fall asleep and thinking about
what Mother had said to me.  Our home, when I was growing up, was one of
Victorian propriety.  I had always thought it was Mother that made sure it
stayed that way.  People would ask me why I always referred to my mother as
Mother, and not Mom.  I always believed that I had a Mother, but never a
Mom.  Growing up I had a mother and a dad.  Now, I realized it wasn't
Mother, but my father that enforced the Victorian values in our home.  He
never had a talk with me about sex or anything boys needed to know.  I
didn't have a Mother and Dad, I had a Mom and Father.  How could I have
been so stupid?

"Dad?" Frank called out softly and I squeezed him to acknowledge.  "Your
laughin' at your thoughts again."

I popped him on the butt; smart ass kid of mine.


End Ch Fourteen
To Be Continued

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