Date: Tue, 9 Sep 2008 16:55:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Second Tiem Around Chapter Twenty-Two

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Chapter Twenty-Two: Second Time Around


There are times and events in a boy's life that a boy considers to be major
thresholds; one might say they are monumental events.  When the threshold
is crossed, the boy has taken one more major step towards becoming a man.
There are thresholds that are common to all boys.  Common thresholds
include attaining an age of being too old to take a bath with your sister
or standing in the same room with your mother when she is nude.
Discovering at an early age that boys have a natural toy provided by nature
that can give them pleasure and then discovering what some of those
pleasures are.  The size of that toy can also be critical.  It is important
to all boys that, at a certain age, their muscles take on a definitive
shape.  With musculature comes growth, not just in height or mass, but
signs of maturity, signs the boy is becoming a man.

A critical sign of maturity, of being an older boy approaching manhood, is
the appearance of pubes.  Shortly after the pubes appear, comes the ability
to discharge and the desire to experience, as often as possible, the
natural pleasures the body affords and loss of virginity.  When a boy
approaches the virginity threshold, the paths may divide.  Down one path,
the boy primarily plays the dominant role.  Down the other path, the boy
may play the dominant or the subservient role.  Each boy must make the
choice that he believes will make him happiest.  Some boys try both paths.

Parents also recognize special moments or events in the lives of their
children, but they are not necessarily the same as those recognized by the
child.  The first moment for any father is when he learns that he has a
son.  If he is fortunate enough to have more than one son, then he feels
doubly blessed.  As with any parent, I noted with pleasure and pride the
achievements of my sons taking their first steps, their first words
(particularly when they learned to say "da") and when they began asserting
their independence, striving to define themselves.  I even noted on the
calendar a red letter day, which was the first day I didn't have to change
diapers!

My sons grew, as all boys do.  They presented their share of challenges and
headaches, but more often, I enjoyed hearing them laugh, cuddling them, and
watching them have fun doing some of the dumbest things anyone could
imagine.  I often wondered if I did all those dumb things when I was their
age, realized that I probably did and was thankful that I had parents with
a lot of patience.  Occasionally, I considered calling my mother and
apologizing.  Now, my younger son and my nephew-quasi-son had asked me to
take them over another threshold.  This time, I didn't feel elation as much
as a certain kind of sadness or loss.  This was a major threshold, a giant
leap toward manhood, a loss of innocence that I preferred to think still
existed, although deep down, I knew it didn't.

With Michael, I didn't feel this way.  Frank was my younger son, the baby
boy.  Like it or not, he would always be the baby boy, regardless of his
age or size, and there was just something different when it came to him
crossing this threshold.

Frank looked at me with that special twinkle in his eye and slight grin.
He slowly approached me and wrapped his arms around my neck and gave me a
hug.  While he held onto me, he softly said into my ear,

 "Love you, Dad."

My baby boy also knew how to break down my resistance.  I escorted the boys
into the bedroom.

                                           * * * *

The boys were very somber, but it was a giddy sort of somber.  I think they
were excited but didn't want to appear to be too excited.  They were trying
to act mature, or at least as mature as two teens about to engage in, what
was up until that time, fantasy sex, could be.  The boys headed to the bed
and stood beside the bed; I guided them into the shower.

"Dad, we already took a shower," Frank volunteered.  "We showered good and
then stuck plugs in.  Eric's got the second smallest plug and I got the
plug one size up from that."

"Did you take the time to be sure you were properly clean?  Did you
douche?"

"We used the hand-held shower and sprayed each other," Eric answered.
"Frank bent over and spread himself open while I sprayed inside him and
then he did me."

"I hope you boys give me enough credit to know that you've been talking to
Michael and Sean."

"Yes, sir," Frank answered, quickly.  "They said you gave them an enema.
Do we have ta do that too?"  I just looked at the two of them and they
turned around, reached back and spread their cheeks.  I wanted to laugh.

"No, not that way," I told them.  "You need to learn how to do yourselves
or one another.  It doesn't help for me to do it all."

It was interesting to watch the two of them.  As long as I was the one that
was sticking the hose in them, there was no real problem.  When it came to
them doing each other, they looked pained before they even began.  They
were concerned they may not be pouring in enough water so, naturally, they
overdid it and caused one another a lot more discomfort than was really
necessary.

"Oh, man!" Eric exclaimed. "My insides are gonna bust open.  Does it hurt
like this when you get stuck?  Do ya feel this full?"

"Depends on who's inside," I told him with a slight grin.  "Frank's not the
smallest guy around.  How big is your fuck-buddy back home?"

"Smaller'n Frank and a lot smaller'n you, Uncle Rick."

"Eric, are you sure you want to do this?"

"I think so . . .er, yes, sir.  I'm sure.  It's just . . .well, it sure
feels different when your insides are full like this.  Look at my gut
stickin' out.  I look like I got two butts, one in the back and one up
front."

"Don't worry," Frank reassured Eric, "I know which one ta stick."

When I thought the boys were properly cleaned, I told them to head for the
bed and I would be there soon.  I had to explain to them that I had spent
my time taking care of them and I'd like to get a shower, too.  As they
headed out I suggested that they might want to do a little something to get
themselves in the right mood.  It was all I could do to keep a straight
face.

I did want to get a quick shower myself, but I also wanted to get some
relief.  My plan was to exercise some self-control through this and I
didn't need to be getting all excited while I worked on them or instructed
them what to do together.  Being curious, I waited two or three minutes and
decided to peek out the door.  I wasn't surprised.

The boys were talking and acting giddy, but I couldn't understand what they
said to each other.  Soon, Eric got on his knees and, reaching over,
wrapped his fist around Little Frank.  I wasn't surprised to see him go
down and start oral sex with Frank.  What did surprise me some was when
Frank turned and let his head hang off the side of the bed.  He maneuvered
Eric around to stand on the floor, causing Eric to have to release Little
Frank, and then took Eric's raging member in.  It didn't take much for
Frank with his neck stretched straight, to fully swallow Eric.  Evidently,
these two boys had been practicing deep-throating a lot more than I
thought.

Frank had his hands on Eric's hips to maintain control.  From where I was
watching, it looked as though Eric tried to control his movement to give
himself maximum pleasure but not hurt Frank.  Both boys whimpered, and I
could see Frank lifting his pelvis into the air.  With his eyes closed and
panting heavily, Eric couldn't see Frank's suggestive movement.  I laughed
to myself when Frank popped Eric on the butt and again lifted his pelvis.
Eric saw Frank's movement and leaned forward.  With a couple of quick licks
to Little Frank, Eric again went down on Frank's boyhood.  I gave the boys
enough time to work themselves into their own world and, just for effect,
timed my exit from the bathroom at a point of no return for them.  When
they separated, neither went limp.  They blushed nicely.

Both boys lay on their stomachs; I kneeled between them.  We talked about
anal sex, being dominant or subservient and how someone can play both roles
but prefer one over the other.  While we talked we discussed the need to be
sure the party being penetrated is properly lubricated to minimize any
discomfort and that the consideration could also apply to the party doing
the penetrating.  I showed them what it could be like if they weren't
properly lubed.  Both boys yelped, pushed themselves up on their arms and
turned just enough to give me the evil eye.  The need for proper
lubrication was understood.

"Easy guys, just lay down and relax so I can remove my fingers with minimum
discomfort."  I didn't try to pull my fingers back as long as I could feel
their tension.

"Boys, you need to relax to minimize the friction and hurt.  Push out like
your going to the bathroom."

When I felt the boys push, I removed my fingers.  I wanted them to have a
moment to adjust and ran the palm of my hands lightly over their cheeks.
As I caressed their cheeks, I was reminded of how smooth and soft youthful
skin can be.  Reaching for a bottle of baby oil, I let my fingernails
lightly scratch Frank's butt; goose bumps immediately appeared.  The baby
oil trickled from the top of his crack; he spread his legs to let the oil
flow more freely.  When the oil reached his anal opening, I slipped two
fingers in to catch the oil and massage the outer ring.  With Frank again
relaxed, I repeated the procedure with Eric.

Wanting the boys to be thoroughly relaxed, I didn't say anything; I let my
fingers deliver the only message the boys needed at the moment.
Periodically, I added more oil and let my fingers slip deeper and deeper
into their canals.  The boys remained on their stomachs, facing one another
and only occasionally opening their eyes to see what the other was doing.
Both boys squirmed and it was amazing to see their young muscles, not yet
fully developed, flex and shift under well-tanned skin covered with a light
downy coat glistening with sweat.  As I changed from the baby oil to KY, I
explained to the boys what I was doing and why.

Somewhere during our talk, I thought I lost them.  Their moans and puppy
whimperings caused by my menstruations to their boy parts suggested they
may not be listening.  They also seemed to ignore the fact that I was even
there when they began to fondle one another's boy parts and give each other
a tonsil massage.

After I asked them a couple of questions and didn't receive a response, I
decided something had to be done to get their attention.  It was an easy
adjustment to leave only the middle finger inside, give it a little curve
and begin a tap dance on their chestnut- shaped sensitive spot.

"OHHH, GAAHD!! . . .DON"T!!. . .mmmpphhh . . .mmmppphhh."  interesting how
quickly the boys separated and began panting for air.  "Nooooooo
. . .you're gonna . .  .you're gonna make me shoot . . .noooooo . .
.mmmmppphhhh . . .YEAH!! . . .OHHH FUCK!! . . .YEAH!!!"

"Okay, guys, make up your minds.  Is it no or yeah?"  I had to ask for
guidance.  When I began tapping on their prostates they hollered don't and
then changed to do.  Both boys threw their legs far enough apart that I had
to adjust and wound up straddling their inside legs.  Actually, I sat on
their legs and enjoyed watching the two of them pant, grunt, and try to
figure out what they wanted.  Whether it was a voluntary move or not, both
of them began humping the bed.  It didn't take long after they let go of
one another, for them to reach out and hold on to one another as though
their lives depended on it.

"Dad . . . don't . . . not yet," Frank managed to pant out.

"I thought you young guys were good for several loads a night?" I teased.

"We are, but . . .but . . . we already shot 'bout three today.  We've been
holdin' back for tonight," Frank answered, gasping for air.  He sounded
dead serious, not smart-ass.  I backed off so I didn't push them over the
edge, but left them excited, and continued the lesson.

"As I was saying, it's very important to be sure that the submissive
partner is properly lubed for the comfort of both partners.  While lubing,
the dominant partner, or top, also wants to help the submissive partner, or
bottom, to loosen up.  Remember, the anal canal is primarily used to expel,
not intake.  You need to help the muscles relax, and stretch them out.  The
more you can stretch them, the easier it should be to accept the partner.

"Stretching can be accomplished by inserting first, one finger, then two.
When two fingers are inserted and you can feel your partner beginning to
relax, move your fingers in a scissors fashion.  While making the scissors
motion, try to rotate your fingers.  This helps stretch the muscle all the
way around.  Don't forget to continue adding lube during the loosening
session.  It also helps if you tease or play around with your partner while
loosening him up.  When he starts whimpering and squirming around, you'll
know you're doing the job right and he's getting ready."  With that said, I
began twisting both fingers in a clockwise and then counter-clockwise
direction, moving them much like the agitator in a washing machine.  Both
boys jumped and whimpered between drawing sharp breaths through clenched
teeth.

"Ohhhh, shiit! . . .I'm ready . . .pleeeaasse? . . .Now . . .I'm ready
. . .I need ta be taken," Eric was mumbling, almost incoherently.  There
was a light coating of sweat covering his shoulders and back.  Eric was
definitely in heat.  "Fraaaank, fuck me . . .pleeessse?"

Frank, who was more than just a little heated up himself, looked over his
shoulder at me.  I nodded and removed my fingers from his canal.  Frank
worked his way over so he knelt between Eric's legs, and then looked at me
for guidance.  I motioned for him to take a pillow and place it under
Eric's pelvic area.  My fingers remained inside Eric, teasing him and
making him draw even sharper breaths through clenched teeth.

Frank, kneeling behind Eric, raked his fingernails over Eric's cheeks.
Eric cried out and Frank grinned.  Of course, Eric crying out just made
Frank do it again.  Frank showed me a bigger grin.  My younger son had an
evil streak.

"Frank, maaan . . . . you're bein' a dirty fucker."  Eric tried to sound
upset but it didn't come out right with him trying to suppress a laugh.  I
had a pretty good idea Eric didn't use this kind of language around his
parents.  I was sure my boys hadn't taught him, so it must have been his
buddy from back home, or a combination.  "Ohhh, man!  I'm ready.  Just fuck
me.  Do me . . . now!"

Frank looked at me and then slipped his fingers in as I removed my fingers
from Eric's butt.  Frank looked down at Eric's butt, then at me and back at
Eric's butt.  Suddenly, and to my surprise, Frank gave Eric an open-handed
slap across Eric's left cheek.  Eric hollered and then whimpered like he
wanted more.  Frank grabbed Eric by the hips to keep him from moving.
Again to my surprise, Frank bent down and started licking the red spot now
on Eric's cheek and I saw his right hand reach down between Eric's legs.
Eric moaned and took in a sharp breath.  I knelt where I was, stunned as
Eric began to push his butt back to Frank.  Where did these boys learn all
this?

"OOOHHH FUUUUCK!! . . .AAAHHHHHHH!! . . .OOOOOWWWWWWW!!"

Eric cried out and tried to bury his face in the pillow.  I looked around
Frank and realized he had used his right hand to guide himself to Eric's
entrance and was pushing to get in.  I told Eric to push out like he was
using the bathroom.  I told Frank to place a thumb on either side of Eric's
hole and pull him open.  Frank grunted as he entered Eric's no longer
virgin canal.  I didn't have to say anything; Frank knew to stop and let
Eric get accustomed to his size.

"I'm okay," Eric panted, "Push more in.  Fuck, man, it feels like you're
splittin' me in two, but don't stop."  Eric paused to take a couple of
gasps.  "This is incredible the way it can hurt but feel outta sight at the
same time."

"Wait till he starts stroking you," I told him.  "That's when you'll really
feel it and not want him to stop."

With patience, consideration and concern, Frank worked his way all the way
in until his pelvis pushed against Eric's cheeks.  Both boys were sweating
and panting.  Both boys wanted this but were fighting to maintain control
and make sure they both enjoyed it.  While Frank worked to get all the way
in, I rubbed Eric's back and whispered words of encouragement.

"Oh, man!" Frank exclaimed in a whisper.  "If I'd known it felt this good,
I woulda had Mikey a long time ago."  I popped Frank on the butt and had to
suppress a laugh.  "Ow!  It's not like he hadn't been wantin' it, Dad.
This is unreal!  He feels kinda tight all up and down my shaft and his
whole muscle, where it grabs my shaft, feels like he wants ta squeeze it in
two.  And the heat!  I didn't know somebody could feel so warm and slippery
inside.  I could do this all night."  Frank paused, then added, "Maybe I
will."

"You should feel what it's like ta have something as big as you inside ya."
Eric told Frank. "Man, I felt like I had some crap that was gonna split me
when I shit sometimes, but you feel so big.  It's crazy how good it feels,
'specially when you do those short strokes.  I may be sore tomorrow, but
it'll be worth it.  Frank, you gotta fuck me some more before we go home.
Man, slam my ass!"

I couldn't believe the way these two were talking to one another.  It was
as though I wasn't even there.  Frank declaring how much he liked being on
top and Eric declaring how much he liked being the one receiving.  It
sounded as though they had decided it was okay for the two of them to have
anal sex anytime, anywhere they wanted and not worry who was around to
watch.  I was in bed with two teenage sex monsters.  It was incredible
watching these two young men enjoy anal sex for the first time.

Frank leaned over Eric's back and I watched as he reached both hands under
Eric's chest and played with his nipples.  Eric whined, but lifted to give
Frank better access.  Eric worked, pushing himself back to meet Frank's
thrusts; grunting with each effort.  Frank hooked his hands under Eric's
shoulders for support.  Frank's grunts matched Eric's until the boys
collapsed into a heap, spent.

The boys lay together, sweating, panting and laughing.  Frank was still
buried inside Eric.  Realizing their position, Frank wrapped his arms
around Eric to keep him from moving and hurting them both.  When I felt
their breathing was returning to normal, I told Eric to push out to help
Frank withdraw.  Free of their connection, Frank rolled to his back and
looked up at me.  The expression on his face was one of awe.  Using my
middle finger, I swiped a few strands of hair out of his eyes.  He reached
up and wrapped his arms around my neck.

"Now, it's your turn to break me," Frank whispered in my ear.  I was
surprised.

"I thought you and Eric wanted to be the first with each other?"

"We did, but that was because we were kinda scared of your size.  I don't
care.  I want you to be my first.  Please?"

I looked down at the youth laying below me.  He was nothing short of
beautiful and I loved him more than life itself.  I couldn't refuse him.
When I looked up and down his body, I had to laugh when I noticed he was
already half-hard again.

"You're a horny little bugger, you know that?"

"Yeah," Frank answered matter-of-factly, "and I'm horny for you.  Then,
maybe, Eric can have a taste of my ass, too."  I popped him on the butt for
being a wise-ass; he just grinned.

"Roll on your side and let me make sure you're properly lubed and
loosened."

Frank rolled onto his side, facing Eric.  After putting some more KY on my
first and second fingers, I reached down and pressed both fingers into him
simultaneously.  He whimpered and drew a sharp breath before reaching down
with one hand and pulling himself open.  Eric lay on his side and watched
us.  When Frank drew the sharp breath, Eric reached out and pinched one of
Frank's nipples.

When I was comfortable he was as loose as I could get him, and after he had
begged me twice to enter him, I rolled Frank on his stomach and placed a
pillow under his pelvis.  Talking to him to make him comfortable, I placed
a thumb on each side of his hole and opened the hole as much as possible.
It took three tries, encouraging him to push out, to penetrate his outer
ring.  He hollered and buried his face in a pillow.  I rubbed his back and
talked to him to calm him.  The way his body jerked told me he was crying.

Sometimes it's a matter of desire, sometimes pride.  Frank was my
'Mr. Tough Guy' and it wouldn't have been right for me to pamper him.  He
was proud, but not stupid.  I told him to let me know if he wanted me to
back off.  I trusted him to use good judgment and thought it was important
that he know that.

By the time we achieved full penetration, I'm not sure which of us was the
more exhausted.  Once there, I rested.  We were both covered in sweat, his
fear and pain was now assuaged through his smart-ass remarks and laughter.

"It's okay, Dad; you can tell me the truth now," Frank said with a little
smirk.  "That's really a baseball bat up my ass, not your dick.  Right?"

"It's a man's dick that you just wish was as small as a baseball bat,
wise-ass.  You want more?"

"No!" he quickly exclaimed. "I'm just hopin' my insides fall back in place
when this is over.  You think an old man can handle this hot piece of ass?"
In response, I short- stroked him.

"Ohhh!  Fuck!"  He gasped for air.  "I was just teasin'; I swear."

"Uhhh-huh!" I teased.  "What's wrong; horny teen can't handle it?"

I worked him slow and easy.  This was to be his introduction to the
ultimate in man-to- man sex.  It was both a source of pleasure and a way to
express your love for another.  He could know the former and, in time,
learn about the latter.  Pacing myself, I began by leaving myself buried in
him as deeply as possible.  Placing most of my weight on my arms, I hovered
over him and rotated my hips.  He whimpered and tried to rotate with me.
When I rotations were synchronized, I reversed the direction of my
rotation.

I was no expert, but I had been with one.  He knew at the time we were
together, that my boys had asked for this.  Our time together was
fantastic, but intended more to teach me to teach them.  As I watched Frank
below me, thoughts of David flashed through my mind.  I bent down and
nuzzled Frank's neck and then his ear.  When I slipped my tongue into his
ear canal, he almost lost it.

"AAAGGGGHHHH!! . . .OHHH FUUCK! . . .YEAH! . . YEAH! . .FUCK ME!! . .
.oooohhhhhh . . .mmmmpppphhhh . . .uunngghh . . .uunngghh . .uunngghh
. .YEAH! .  .FUCK MY ASS!! . . .FUCK ME, HARD!!"

I worked him fast, but not hard.  Whenever I varied the speed or length of
the stroke, Frank reacted.  After pressing fully into him, I paused and
repositioned his legs to wrap around the outside of mine.  Bending over
him, I moved my arms under his shoulders and pulled both of us upright.

"OH gaahhhdd! . . .Dad? . . .Ohhhhh . . .oohhhh gaaahdd."

"Are you okay?" I asked, concerned.

"Nooooo . . .you still have a baseball bat up my ass."  He still had a
sense of humor.  I bounced him.

"OOOHHHH SHIIT!!" he screamed.  "YEAH!  Fuck my ass!! . .Fuck me!"

I worked him slowly.  Eric watched us and then positioned himself in front
of Frank.  Settling back on his ankles, Eric looked at me for approval.  I
nodded and Eric looked down between Frank's legs.

"God, Frank!  You should see Uncle Rick's balls bouncin' against yours!
It's hot!"

Eric sat up again and reached out to play with Frank's genitals.  Frank
whimpered.  Soon, Eric leaned in and suckled Frank's nipples while I
continued to bounce Frank on my pole.  When it was over, we were exhausted
and collapsed into a pile of sweaty, cummy, panting bodies.

We spent a good part of the evening discovering what three horny guys, two
being over sexed teens, could do to one another in a 'no holds barred'
sex-a-thon.

                                           * * * *

The bed jerked.  It wasn't a bounce or like someone shaking it, the bed
jerked like someone kicked it.  I woke with two teenagers draped over me.
All three of us were a bit of a mess and the bed was a disaster.  When I
opened my eyes, I saw Michael and Sean standing next to the bed, staring at
us and grinning like idiots.

"What are you two doing?  Why aren't you in bed, asleep?"  They started
laughing.

"Dad, do you have any idea what time it is?"  When Michael answered a
question with a question, it usually meant the wise-guy part of him was
coming out.  "You know, if three certain people didn't spend most of the
night rolling around like rabbits in heat, hollering and keeping the whole
house awake, maybe we could sleep.  You guys made enough noise last night
to wake the dead; 'specially Eric."  The giggles started.  "Man, does he
holler when he shoots.  And this room, it smells like a cum pond."  Two
boys were having a good time as Sean joined in laughing.

"Okay, smart-ass.  What time is it?"

"Almost nine.  Grandma will be here soon and we had'n had breakfast, yet."

"And I suppose you and Sean just put a pillow over your heads and slept
through the night like good, innocent little boys."

"Not exactly."  For some reason Michael decided to go into his dancing baby
on the computer routine.  "When we weren't listenin' ta ya'll, we managed
ta keep ourselves entertained."  The two in bed with me had managed to wake
up and joined in the laughing.  I put a pillow over my face and ignored
them.

"Hey, look at me.  I'm gettin' good at this wiggle motion stuff."

"Michael, do you know what you can do with your wiggle motion stuff?"  I
left the pillow over my face; I didn't want to watch.

"Don't you wanna see?"  Michael had reverted to his innocent boy tone.

"No, I don't wanna see.  Do you wanna see what kind of mark my foot could
leave on your little butt?"

"Da-ad!  Don't say that; I gotta cute butt.  Wanna see me make it bounce?"
I didn't say anything.  I just removed the pillow from my face and glared
at him.

"Oops.  Sean, when he looks at ya like that, time ta retreat.  We better
wiggle to the kitchen and start his coffee; that always works in the
mornin's."  Michael wiggle danced his way out the door while he explained
things to Sean.

"Okay, guys."  I lightly popped my two bedmates on their butts.  "Time for
you two to get moving, too."

"Us?  What about you?  You have ta be up for Grandma, too."

"I know, but when you get to be my age, you learn not to move too fast.  I
need to plan how I'm going to get up."  Just then I felt one side of the
mattress go up and I rolled to the side.  Two boys laughed like crazy and
ran for the shower.  Two other boys stuck their heads in the door to see
what was going on and also had a good laugh.  I laughed, too, but . . . .oh
well; kids!


Sean and Michael did a good job with the coffee.  I was an admitted
coffeeholic.  One of the things the boys got me for Christmas was a coffee
mug that said "starter fluid" across the front; I put it to good use.  The
boys decided to prepare breakfast for all of us, and I just sat there and
decided to let them wait on me for a change.  The only thing I watched was
to make sure they didn't make too big of a mess.  It was interesting that
they kept chattering among themselves and I couldn't hear some it, but that
usually meant they were conniving something.

"What are you boys doing with your grandmother today?"

"She said we'd go out for lunch and she's gonna take us to the show.
Remember the tickets we got for Christmas?"

"It's 'Cat's'.  It's playin' downtown," Sean added. "I saw it in the
paper."

"Is that the same one that was on Broadway?" Eric asked.  Sean just
shrugged his shoulders in reply.

"Same show, different cast," I told them. "I don't know why, but I'd
forgotten about those tickets.  It's been a long time since I've seen a
Broadway show."

"Mr. G?  I don't have your ticket do I?  I could stay here," Sean asked,
sounding concerned that he was responsible for me giving up something
special.

"No, Sean, you don't have my ticket.  I think Mother just wanted a little
time with the boys and their friend.  She knew you were coming long before
she purchased the tickets."

"Dad, what're you gonna do while we're gone?"

"Don't know.  Enjoy the peace and quiet for one; maybe a book or walk on
the beach."

As soon as the question was asked, I noticed the boys were eyeing each
other and fighting to suppress grins.  A parent can usually tell when their
kids are up to something or hiding something, and I had red flags going off
everywhere.  The boys were up to something and all of them were in on it.
They enjoyed keeping me on the outside of their little game.  I knew
whatever it was, it wasn't bad and decided to leave it alone.  It wasn't
difficult to figure out they were trying to surprise me with something.
I'd find out sooner or later.  I was also willing to bet that Mother and
Bonnie were in on it.

The boys cooked breakfast, so I volunteered to clean up; not one of them
objected.  I managed to get the kitchen cleaned up and the dishwasher
loaded before they came back out.  Taking advantage of the few minutes
alone, I stepped out onto the patio and enjoyed the early morning air.  It
wasn't quite like spring in New York, in fact the air was plain chilly,
particularly on a guy walking in the back-yard naked.  I heard the patio
door open.  Then, I felt a robe being wrapped around my shoulders.  It was
Frank.

"Everything's gonna freeze if you're not careful," He commented with a
little smile.

"Nothing's shrinking, just retreating for warmth.  Maybe I need to consider
getting dressed my-self."

"Dad," Frank sounded a little hesitant, "thanks."  When I looked at him he
had that special twinkle in his eye, mixed with the beginnings of a tear.
We hugged and I noticed how relaxed and comfortable he was.  It felt good
to hold him during moments like this.

The boys were coming down the hall as I headed to my room.  They were all
carrying linens.  I was chilled and decided on a quick hot rinse to warm
up.  When I entered my room, I also noticed that the boys had made my bed.
I checked and found fresh linens, not the bare mattress I expected.

The boys and I discussed the plans for the next three days, at the end of
which we would fly back to New York.  On Monday, I was taking the boys to
Bolles to be interviewed and for them to see the school.  I liked the idea
that the boy's could sit in on a couple of classes they would have while I
handled paperwork.  By this time everyone knew that Bonnie and Bob were
divorcing.  Bonnie would be going to the University of North Florida to
earn a teaching degree.  Until things were more settled, she and Eric would
stay with Mother.

The boys had to return to New York to take semester finals and would then
fly down and stay with Mother.  The idea that the three of them would have
my old room appealed to them.  They thought it was funny that, when I
rejoined them, I would again be on the sofa in the study.  I got no
sympathy or offers to swap from any of them.

Someone knocked on the door while I waited for the boys to offer to take
the study.  They were relieved when they heard the sound, but didn't move
to answer the door.  When I looked at them, Frank gave me a look that said,
"Weellll" and pointed at the door.  Now I was supposed to be their doorman?
They knew who it was as well as me.  I opened the door, and froze.  I
didn't know whether to be stunned, surprised, or scared shitless.

Standing at the door, as expected was Mother and Bonnie.  It was the person
standing with them that I didn't expect.  David.  David from St. Pete.
David that I had a great weekend with.  David that taught me about anal
sex.  David that taught me a whole lot more.  How did David get here?  No,
how did David wind up with Mother?

"It's normally considered polite to invite us in," Mother commented as
though things were perfectly normal.  I just watched them walk by me.

At some point the boys had walked up behind me because, suddenly, we were
all standing at the door.  I was stupefied.  The boys introduced themselves
to David and then looked at me.  All four of them were grinning like the
proverbial Cheshire cat, thoroughly pleased with themselves.

"Boys, I think we need to be going if we don't want to be late."  Mother
then turned to me.  "I'll call you later and see if it's convenient for you
to join us for dinner.  If you don't get this message, we'll need to talk."
Then she turned and walked out, followed by the boys, just like nothing
happened.

Frank looked at us over his shoulder.  Then he laughed and ran to catch up
with the others.

End Chapter Twenty-Two
To Be Continued

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