Date: Wed, 5 Nov 2008 15:36:10 -0800 (PST)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Second Time Around  Chapter Twenty-Seven

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Chapter Twenty-Seven:  Second Time Around


It was almost one in the morning when I got home.  The whirlwind trip to
New York had been taxing emotionally and physically.  Feeling overly tired
and tense, I knew there would be no sleep until I found time to relax a
little.  After setting my bag in my bedroom, I checked on the boys.  Both
were in bed, sound asleep.  Frank lay on his side, hugging a pillow.  I
pulled the sheet and light blanket up to his shoulders; he didn't even
move.  Mike lay on his stomach with his right leg cocked up at an angle.  A
pillow separated his head from his left arm.  I stood there, admiring his
pert little bubble butt and firm body with no tan lines.  It was a shame
that life couldn't be this simple and pleasurable all the time.  Turning to
walk out, I smiled to myself when I realized that both boys were in their
own beds; something new.

After pouring myself a small glass of wine, I decided it was time for a hot
shower.  The feel of stinging hot water pulsating against my body was
always relaxing to me.  This time I aimed the spray a little low so it
would work on the lower part of my back that was so stiff from sitting on
the airplane.  The shower lasted as long as the glass of wine.

Glancing at the clock as I lay down, I knew I wouldn't get much sleep
before I needed to get up and fix the boys' breakfast.  I would get what
rest I could and hit the sack early the next night.  Quickly, I drifted
into that almost, but not quite, asleep state and sensed someone moving
around my bedroom.  Before I had a chance to think about it, both boys
crawled into bed with me.  Mike took the right side, Frank the left.  They
both lay against me with their top leg resting on top of my leg.  Each took
a shoulder for a pillow.  All I heard from each boy was a simple sigh of
contentment.  My little bit of sleep was now going to be no sleep; but that
was alright, too.

Sleep came at some point.  I awoke Monday morning to the sound of music, my
preferred alarm.  When I reached over to hit the snooze button, I realized
that someone had moved the radio beyond my normal reach.  That's when I saw
what time it was and knew someone had reset the alarm.  The boys were no
longer in the bed and I could smell coffee brewing.  Realizing I was
suddenly behind schedule, I jumped up and headed for the kitchen.  It would
be a push to get breakfast for the boys.

All I found in the kitchen was a pot of fresh coffee and a note from the
boys telling me they thought I could use the extra time to rest and they
would see me this afternoon.  Smiling to myself, I relished the thought
that my boys were maturing and capable of showing consideration for the old
man.  It was times like this that I was glad I had not traded them in when
they turned fourteen.

                                           * * * *

I was concerned about Sean in many ways that I wasn't sure he could
understand.  The issues didn't just focus on the physical punishment and
injuries to his body.  More important were the mental and emotional
injuries; injuries which could affect him for the rest of his life and
strongly influence how he viewed himself and those around him.  The
physical injuries would heal in a matter of days or a few weeks.  The
emotional injuries .  . . there was no way of estimating.  Work offered me
a much needed digression from these worries

When I was offered this job, I had been warned that I was taking on an
underperforming district.  When banks established a brick and mortar
presence, there were always surveys that included the customer base and
competition.  The model said we should be doing much better.  My job was to
determine why we were not performing and design curative measures.  The
only way to accomplish the task was to go back to the beginning and tear it
all apart for a step by step analysis.

A natural gift for me was to be able to focus, concentrating on what I was
doing while locking out everything else around me.  Sometimes the gift
could be a curse.  I didn't eat breakfast before leaving the house and,
around ten-thirty, my stomach let out with a growl that would have been
embarrassing in public.  There was a Starbuck's across the street.  A giant
cup with extra lead and a bear-claw loaded me up with enough caffeine and
sugar to make sure I made it through the day.  It also ruined any appetite
for lunch until around three-thirty when I settled for a cold drink with
cheese and peanut butter crackers.  My entertainment was thinking how my
eat-healthy-all-the-time number one son would react if he knew what I had
been doing.

The break for lunch allowed time for my mind to relax and wonder back to
the weekend.  Bigotry has never known any boundaries of social or economic
status.  It has always fed on its own ignorant bliss and misguided feelings
of self-righteousness.  They attacked Sean because they thought he looked
at them "that way" in the dressing room after gym.  I couldn't help but
wonder what they would think if they had any idea what went on in my
household.  I thought of my own boys and was glad that Kathy and I had
decided to let them be themselves.  The phone broke my concentration.

"Dad?  It's me."  Michael's traditional way of greeting me.

"Hey, Me.  What are you up to?"

"Nothin'," the traditional answer.  "Dad, are you mad with us?"

"No. Should I be?"

"Well, you know, for resettin' your alarm and all.  Grandma said you'd
pro'bly be tired when you got in so me and Frank figured we'd try ta give
you some extra time.  We did our breakfast this mornin'; cold cereal."  I
had to laugh to myself trying to figure out if that last part was supposed
to be a guilt trip.

"I know you changed the alarm.  You also set the coffee pot for the same
time.  I think that was very considerate of you and your brother.  Your
grandmother was right and I did appreciate it.  Would you guys like to go
out to eat tonight?"  I was actually too tired to worry about cooking
dinner.

"If you want, but we don't need to.  Grandma brought us a big pot of stew.
She left it on the porch with a note sayin' you'd pro'bly be too tired to
cook tonight.  Me and Frank thought that'd be good for dinner."

"I'll have to call Mother and thank her.  Is the pot cold?"

"Yes, sir.  It's winter, remember?"

"Well, how about setting it on top of the stove and then at five, turn the
stove on the lowest setting.  I'll finish it when I get home.  Okay?"

"Okay . . . and, Dad . . .well, you know . . .um, thanks for goin' up and
seein' Sean.  Me and him's been talkin' today and he said it meant a lot.
He said you kinda fussed with 'im some, too.  Not fussed, really, but you
had a talk with him?"

"Yes, we talked some.  I hope he didn't think I was fussing with him, but
he needed to think about some things."

"Yeah, that's what he said."  I could tell Mike was in deep thought.  "Dad
. . ."

"Mike, why don't we talk when I get home, okay?  With a little luck, I'll
be out of here on time tonight.  I'll call you guys when I leave and maybe
we can eat at a more normal hour for a change."

"Okay, see ya."  Mike sure didn't hesitate to take the 'out' I offered him.
I could only wonder what he had on his mind.

When I got home, I found two naked teens in the kitchen.  Of course, for
our home finding two naked teens was perfectly normal.  Frank saw me come
in and greeted me.  Michael was oblivious to anything going on except the
music coming through the earphones he was wearing.  I leaned against the
door facing and watched my oldest son flex his glutes, causing his bubble
butt to bounce in time to whatever he was listening to.  It was one of
those times where you wish you had a camcorder, or at least a camera.  I
signaled Frank to pop his brother on the butt.

"Hey!  That hurt!" Michael complained as he turned to his brother.  Frank
pointed towards me.

"Oh.  Hi, Dad."  Someone's demeanor had improved since we talked on the
phone.  "Wanna hear somethin' cool?"

Without waiting for a response, Michael removed the earphones and held them
next to my ear.  I had to jump back.

"Michael!"

"What's wrong?  That's cool stuff."

"Son, how many times have I said something to you, not about what you are
listening to, but the volume?  Personally, I think it would be nice if you
could at least enter adulthood without being deaf."

"But, Dad, it's rap.  You gotta have it kinda loud for the real effect.
Hear the beat?  Neat, huh?"

                                           * * * *

After dinner, the boys offered to clean the dishes and the kitchen.  I knew
that I was either being set-up for something or the boys were maturing and
trying to show me some consideration.  I preferred to think the latter;
experience said the former.  Knowing that one should never turn down a good
opportunity, I headed for my bathroom and a nice, long, hot shower.

Hot showers, particularly alone, are a great luxury that should be
treasured.  With the head set to a needle-like spray and the water hot
enough to cloud up the bathroom so I couldn't see anything outside the
shower door, I just stood there and enjoyed myself.  When I stepped out of
the shower, I was so relaxed that my legs felt as though they might buckle.
Deciding to stay as comfortable as the boys, I headed for the family room.
As I walked into the room I heard the boys' shower.  There was a small
glass of wine sitting on the table next to the sofa.  I only wished I knew
what I had done to deserve all this so I could keep doing it.

It was cold outside.  The cold, combined with the heat inside, worked to
form moisture on the patio door.  I flipped the light on to see our
backyard was still a work in progress.  Looking around, I observed my
world.  The work in progress, the cold, the furniture that Kathy and I
picked out a long time ago.  Pictures on the walls and the mantle of two
fine boys.  Two boys that I was very proud of and probably didn't tell them
often enough.  I turned the lights out and set a small fire in the
fireplace.  This was my world, and it was good.

Frank came in, his hair still wet from his shower, and sat close to me on
the sofa.  He put his right knee on the sofa and curled his leg under his
left leg as he turned a little to face me.

"Dad, you need to talk to Mikey.  He was tryin' ta be good tonight, but
he's really upset about Sean."  I looked at Frank and then reached an arm
out for him.  Frank leaned into my side and then shifted onto his back and
lay his head on my leg.  I ran my fingers through his hair.

"When we left New York, Mike wasn't really sure he wanted to leave.  He
didn't want ta disappoint you either, so he wouldn't say anything."  Frank
paused a moment.  "Dad, ya know the three of us is good friends."

"I know."

"Well, Sean and Mike . . . well, I guess you might say they're more than
just friends.  They're kinda like best friends and then some.  Know what I
mean?"

"Are you trying to tell me that Sean and Mike are like boyfriends?  How do
you feel about that?"

"It's okay.  I'm still friends with 'em and Mike's my brother and all.
Besides, we still fool around together a lot; you know what I mean."  Frank
was quiet for a minute.  "Dad?  Thanks.  I mean I don't know of any other
guys whose dad's been as open and honest with 'em as you have been with us.
I'm sure there's a bunch of guys that'd like ta do what we do and all, and
be as comfortable with their dad as we are with you."

I didn't know of anything appropriate to say to Frank, so I just leaned
over and kissed him lightly on the forehead.  My left hand lay across his
firm, young chest as I ran the fingers of my right hand through his hair.
Michael walked in and Frank sat up, almost as if on cue.  Michael lay on
the sofa with his shoulders where Frank's head had been; he stretched his
legs out to rest his feet in Frank's lap.  I wasn't surprised to see that
he also had the baby powder with him.  No one would ever accuse Michael of
being overly subtle.

Sprinkling some powder over his back, I gave him what he wanted.  Rubbing
their back was something we always did when one of the boys wanted some
special attention or seemed to be uptight about something.  After a few
minutes it was always easy to get them to open up and talk.  Mike seemed to
need the special attention and was definitely uptight.

It was easy to figure out that what had him upset was what had happened to
Sean.  Frank hadn't told me anything new; I was well aware that Mike and
Sean were very close.  It was no household secret that the boys played
around sexually quite a bit, but sometimes it was more than just play with
Sean and Mike.  I thought that given time, the boys would work things out
and decide on their futures.  In the meantime, I kept an eye on them to
make sure jealousy didn't rear its ugly head.

We talked and Mike asked some questions. There was no doubt that he was
upset.  What worried me most was that Mike was an extremely intelligent
person, but had a very naïve perspective on the world around him.  This
naïve perspective was the basis of a lot of my worries with Mike.  He was
almost too trusting and figured everyone would have the same 'everyone to
his own' attitude that he carried.  The incident with Sean had put a crack
in that bubble.

While we talked, Mike would giggle and wiggle his butt once in a while.  I
saw Frank running his fingernail up and down the back of Mike's thigh and
just grinned.  Mike enjoyed it and we all knew it.  When Frank reached over
and ran the tip of his finger up and down Mike's crack, I heard Mike inhale
sharply and watched as he spread his legs.  Mike wanted what Frank was
doing and I thought it might be a good distraction for him.  Soon, Mike
rolled to his side facing me and drew his right leg up.  He was opening
himself for Frank.  Frank pushed two of his fingers into Mike's opening.
Mike pressed his face into my abdomen and moaned.

"Okay, if you guys want to go play some, go ahead.  It'll probably be good
for you right now."

Frank kept his fingers in Mike and I could see him twisting them back and
forth.  Mike tensed up and moaned louder.  Suddenly, without warning, Mike
raised his head and then dropped down on me, swallowing half my manhood in
one gulp.  It was my turn to draw a sharp breath between clenched teeth.

"Oh, Gaahhd!  Boy! . . .Ohhhhhh . . .uuummmpphhh."

I looked over at Frank and he was grinning like a Cheshire cat.  He still
had his fingers up Mike's hole and was moving in on me.

"We thought some play time would be good, too; for all of us." Frank
commented as he moved in and clamped down on my left nipple.  I'd been
set-up.  I felt myself hit the back of Mike's throat and he swallowed.  It
felt incredible; this kid really knew how to give a blow job.  I had a
pretty good idea who he had been practicing on.

Mike came off me and stood.  Turning his back to me, he placed his right
leg on the sofa and bent down.  Aligning me with his hole, I felt his hot,
slick skin touch the tip, sending shivers through me.  He was lubed
already, which confirmed that I had been set-up.  I expected Mike to work
his way down, careful not to hurt himself due to my size.  Feeling pressure
as he began pushing himself down, I was shocked when he let go and suddenly
dropped.

"AAHH FUCK! . . .GOD DAMN! . . .OOOHHHH . . .OOOHHHH SHIT!! . . .Somebody
just rammed a telephone pole up my ass."  He frightened me; he never used
that kind of language as a rule.

"Mike, are you alright?"  He frightened me to the point I was about to lose
my erection.

"Yeah.  It hurt some, but it felt wild at the same time.  I forgot how big
you were.  Oh, man!  You feel so hot."  He answered as he began flexing his
anal muscles and rocking back and forth.

My erection suddenly became stronger as he continued to rock and flex.  He
shifted his weight to the right and brought his left leg up on the sofa.
He was now resting on his knees with his feet tucked under my butt.
Placing his hands on my knees for balance, he began a little lap dance.  At
the same time, Frank slid over the top of the sofa and approached me from
the rear.  My first warning of what he was doing was when I felt his tongue
push into my ear.  He reamed my ear canal and then began a strong tongue
fucking as he reached down with both of his hands and twisted my nipples.
The sensations coursing through me were pushing me into overdrive.

Frank let go of me and moved around in front of Mike.  He pushed Mike back
by his shoulders so he lay against me.  Frank then wrapped my arms over
Mike's and tucked my hands under the small of Mike's back.  Mike was pinned
against me and I held him fast.  Slowly, I pistoned myself in and out of
his tight hole and nibble on his ear.  Frank attacked his brother's
nipples.  Mike tried jumping or humping his way away from the points of
attack.  I held him firm as he moaned and whimpered like a wet puppy.

Mike's nipples were receiving a thorough workout.  Frank pulled, pinched,
licked and chewed.  With each new manipulation Mike whimpered and grunted.
When Frank backed off, Mike whined.  Holding the nipples in a firm grip,
Frank dropped down and licked Mike's pole like a popsicle.  He slipped his
lips over the head and I could see his throat muscles flex as he tickled
and sucked.  Mike was going crazy with the sensations and I didn't help
with my continued pumping into his tight hole.

Frank stood on the sofa, straddling Mike's body.  I stopped nibbling his
ear as Frank gently grabbed a handful of hair and guided Mike to his
throbbing boyhood.  When Mike opened to suck in Frank's boyhood, Frank
teased him by pushing his face away and then pulling it back.  I continued
to pump his tight hole.  Mike continued to whimper.

Frank began to squat and I quickly realized he planned on impaling himself
on little Mikey.  Frank didn't let himself plunge down the way Mike had.
Instead, he reached down and guided Little Mikey to the target and flicked
the head over his anal lips.  Frank's eyes began to glaze as Mike whimpered
more and tried to push his way inside Frank.  I held Mike firm and let
Frank tease him.  Frank finally impaled himself.

Sitting in Mike's lap, fully impaled, Frank wrapped his feet around my
body.  Taking a firm grip on Mike's shoulders, he pulled himself up and
then eased himself back down.  Frank varied the rhythm and speed with which
he shifted himself up and down Little Mikey.  I wasn't sure who was
enjoying this the most, Frank, Mike or me.

After Frank played his games with Mike for a few minutes, we were all
beginning to get coated in a light sheen of sweat.  I settled into a rhythm
pumping Mike and Frank adjusted his movements to my rhythm.  There was no
doubt that Mike was totally out of it as he whimpered and moaned.  His eyes
were closed as he threw his head back and forth in a pure sexual frenzy.

"Oh, Gaahhd yeah . . .fuck me . . .yeah, pound my ass . . .hard . . .harder
. . .AAAHHH!"

Frank just twisted Mike's nipples again and then went down on his left
nipple.  It looked as though Frank was chewing on the nipple.

"Aaaahhh . . .aaaaahhhh . . .yeah . .fuck me . .fuck me . .do it . .yeah
. .oooohhhhh . . .  AAAAAHHHH!! . . . AAAAHHHH!! . . .UUUMMMMM! . .UUMM!
. .UUMMM! .  .OH FUCK! . . .AAAAAHHHhhhh! "

Both boys were hollering and I couldn't tell which one was closest until I
felt something hit me under the chin.  Frank's first shot went over Mike's
shoulder and caught me.  He blew the rest of his load all over the front of
Mike.  His muscles clenching must have pushed Mike over the edge because I
could feel his body tense and remain tense as a board as his anal muscles
clenched and released my pole.  Frank was panting and gasping for air.  The
only thing he could say was 'yeah . .yeah'.as Mike filled his insides.

That was enough to push me over the edge as I exploded with such force that
it almost hurt.  The convulsions were so strong that I clamped down harder
on my hold of Mike, causing him to cry out and whimper as he gasped for
air.  Frank fell on top of Mike and I felt Mike's body go limp as the last
of my convulsions ended.  All three of us lay in a pile panting.

"Damn . . .that was outta this world.  That was the best fuck I ever had."
Frank commented. "I don't know if I can get up.  Little Mikey's not goin'
down."

The last comment was enough to get us all laughing.

"If you think Little Mikey's hard, you should feel what's up my ass," Mike
added, laughing.  "My nips are gonna be sore for a week, thanks to you."

"That's okay, bro.  I'll nurse 'em back for ya."

Yep, these were my boys, alright.  No doubt about it.  I released Mike's
arms and held on to both boys.  Silently, I thanked God for giving me two
great kids, even if they were little connivers.

"Dad."  Frank was getting his breath back to normal.

"Yes."

"I wanna try out for the school baseball team next week.  Okay?"

                                           * * * *

Sitting in my office on Tuesday, I couldn't help but laugh to myself when I
thought about Frank.  I couldn't imagine anyone else ending an intense
session of sex by announcing he wanted to try out for the school baseball
team.  I had to admit one thing, we were all definitely relaxed after that
session.  I also had to admit that it was one of our more enjoyable
sessions.  Those two little connivers had planned the whole thing; thank
God.

By mid-afternoon, I found myself thinking about Sean and wondering if he
had thought any about what I said to him.  There was only one way to find
out; I called him.  I tried four times in the next hour and a half and got
nothing but a busy signal.  I checked with the hospital operator and she
said he was on the phone with someone.  It didn't take a brain surgeon to
guess who that someone might be.  I was thankful that I had unlimited long
distance at home.

When I couldn't reach Sean, I decided to try for Phyllis.  Hopefully, Sean
would talk to his mother about some things.  If not, at least I could find
out how he was doing with his recovery.

"Phyllis, it's Rick."

"Hi Rick.  I'm glad you called."  Phyllis sounded as though she was almost
talking in a whisper.  "Hold on a second and let me move somewhere else."
I held and she let me know when she was ready to continue.

"I was calling to check on Sean.  How's he doing?"

"Right now, he's on the phone with Mike.  I'm guessing that's no surprise
to you.  The two of them have been spending a lot of time on the phone
lately."

"Phyllis, if it's interfering, I can put the brakes on it with no problem."

"No! No.  You don't understand.  Sean seems to spend most of his time
waiting for Mike to call.  Some of the people he knows from school have
been here to see him, but he acted a little strange after one group came in
last night.  I don't know why, but I think he's embarrassed."

"Tell him not to be embarrassed.  If they weren't his friends, they
wouldn't come to visit."

"Rick." Phyllis' tone suddenly changed to very serious.  "I don't know how
to say this, except to come straight out.  Understand, that if you say 'no'
I'll fully understand.  Okay?"

"What is it you're concerned about me saying 'no' to?"

"Rick, I meant what I said the other day.  You know, about Sean, and him
being at an age where he needs a man to teach him how to be a man?  Rick,
would you consider letting Sean live with you for a short while?"

I can't say that I was surprised.  I don't think I was stunned or shocked.
She had said something to me about Sean needing a man's guidance.  How do
you just give up your own child?  Why?  I knew the answer was simple; she
loved him enough to do what was best for him.  Yes, it may free up some
time for her, but regardless of what I thought about the way Phyllis would
go off on a fling and leave Sean alone, I knew that she truly loved him.

"Phyllis, are you sure?  Have you discussed this with Sean?"

"Not yet, I wanted to talk to you first.  I wanted to ask you when you were
here but there just didn't seem to be the opportunity.  Rick, please
understand that I do love Sean."

"I understand Phyllis, I do.  As parents we sometimes have to do what is in
the child's best interest and not necessarily our own.  I also understand
what kind of sacrifice you are willing to make for him.  I hope he does.
Why don't you discuss it with Sean and if that's what the two of you think
is best, then . . . okay.  I know the boys won't object."

Saying the boys wouldn't object was an understatement and we both probably
knew it.  I thought that Phyllis had a pretty good idea of the relationship
between Sean and Michael, just as I did.  It's an instinctual thing with
parents.  We talked for a few minutes and ended with an agreement we would
talk again the next day.  In the interim, she would talk with Sean,
assuming she could get him off the phone with Mike.

When I hung up the phone, I sat at my desk thinking for a few minutes.
Sean needed help and, if I could, I would help him.  I questioned whether I
was really qualified, though.  Sean had been through a situation that I had
absolutely no experience with.  There was something else bothering me,
also.  The night before, Mike and Frank had connived a way to play sexually
with me; that wasn't the problem.  My problem was the way Michael wanted to
play.  Michael had always wanted to be held and pampered.  He never hinted
that he wanted to be dominated the way he was last night.  My question was
whether it was experimenting on his part or was it something else?

I needed to talk with someone.  I needed to talk to David.


End Ch Twenty-Seven
To Be Continued

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