Date: Thu, 12 Feb 2009 16:29:33 -0800 (PST)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Second Time Around Ch 34

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Chapter Thirty-Four: Second Time Around


When the plane landed, I couldn't help the feeling of 'finally' that swept
over me.  We had been gone for two days and three nights.  It felt more
like three weeks.  I wanted to be home.

As we entered the main lobby of the airport, I expected, or wanted, to see
David standing there waiting for us.  I had pictured in my mind David
looking for us anxiously, smiling and happy to see us.  We rounded the
corner and there was no one.  I looked around and couldn't spot anyone
waiting on us.  We walked towards the baggage claim area and as we neared
the far end of the lobby, I spotted David.  He was sitting in a corner.  A
Starbuck's cup was on the table next to him.  He was reading.  We
approached him and stopped about three feet in front him.  His total
reaction was to hold up a finger.  We were supposed to wait until he
reached a stopping point in his story.

Nice to be missed!

"What are you looking so sour about?" David asked when he finally looked
up.

"Who's sour?  I just thought we might get a little more enthusiastic
greeting?"

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sean take about three giant steps back.

"Sean, there's no need to back up," David told him.  "Has he been in this
kind of mood the whole trip?"

"No," Sean replied seriously.  "He's been in a good mood.  I think he
missed you."

David and I both turned and looked at Sean.  Sean took another step back as
David stepped up very close to me.

"Would you like for me to throw my arms around you and scream out how much
I've missed you and declare how horny I am for you right now?"

That did it.  I took a deep breath and bit my lip to suppress the laughter.
Motioning for Sean to move out, I leaned over to David.

"Careful.  I'm liable to make you honor that statement right here and now!"

"Promises, promises."

As we walked towards the baggage area, I asked David about the boys.  I had
expected them to meet us at the airport.  My plan was for all of us to go
out to dinner.

"Remember the fantasy we talked about?  Well, Mike's getting his wish.
He's getting a bonus too; Eric's at the house."

I noticed that Sean kept listening to our conversation and wanted to ask us
what kind of fantasy Mike wanted and what was happening at the house.  I
decided to ignore him and let the suspense build.  Besides, I wanted to see
what the boys were up to.  I wasn't too sure I liked the idea, but had let
David know I would trust his judgment.  Thinking about it while we
traveled, I realized it wasn't too far off some of the things I had
fantasized about; I just never had the guts to do it.

Walking through the parking lot, David reached in his pocket and handed the
keys to Sean.  Sean was so happy he forgot about being curious about
whatever Mike and the other boys were doing.  Sean was going to drive.
Initially, I had my hesitations until I saw that David had brought the
Wagoneer.

"I wasn't sure how much luggage you would have so I brought this one.  With
its size, I figured we could carry anything you got on the plane.  Also,
now we can let Sean drive while you and I get chauffeured around."

David smiled and opened the back door for me.  I thought he was going to
ride in the front since, technically, a licensed driver was supposed to be
riding up front with someone who only had a learner's permit.  He got in
the back with me and told me I worried too much.  At that point he leaned
over and gave me the welcome home I had been looking forward to.  He
managed to take it up a notch by reaching between my legs and squeezing my
package.  We needed to get home.  Sean was getting an eyeful in the rear
view mirror.  And that smirk he was wearing.

"Watch where you're driving, kiddo."

Sean's only response was one of those silly sounding teenage giggles.
Admittedly, I liked hearing the boys' giggles.  They were always so honest
and innocent sounding.

David reached behind the seat and pulled out a plain brown bag, the kind
you get at the grocery store so often.  He had a mischievous look in his
eyes that let me know this should be interesting.  When I gave him a
questioning look, he began to explain.

"The boys claimed to have some fantasies and asked me if I could help them.
It seems they were just a bit more than reluctant to tell you what they
wanted to do.  I talked with them, just as I told you over the phone, and
after setting some ground rules, helped them.  The toys in this bag are
part of their games."

"Should I not even worry about whether they are up to something at the
moment and just assume they are?" I asked.

"I'd say that would be a pretty good bet.  The last time I checked on them
I got the distinct impression they were waiting for me to leave to come
pick you up.  I reminded them of our little talk just before leaving for
the airport."

Not needing to ask any more questions, particularly knowing my sons as well
as I did, I opened the bag to inspect the so-called toys.  The first thing
I pulled out was obviously a dildo.

"Special model," David volunteered with a smile.  "You've seen the ones
that can vibrate, this one is multifunctional.  When you turn it on, it may
have a pulsing type of rhythm or a high speed vibration.  It also has a
roller inside that moves up and down like a massage.  The box claims there
are four different programs.  Plus, there are four extra sleeves you can
use to increase the length and breadth of the unit."

David pulled out the largest sleeve and I had to admit that it was of a
substantial size.  It was large enough that I wasn't sure I would want
anyone using it on me.  The rest of the drive home was spent looking at the
remaining toys that consisted of padded cuffs, a gag, cock ring, a butt
plug, and what David described as a special gift that Michael had
requested.  I wasn't sure if I wanted to take a deep breath and worry if
the boys had lost their minds, or laugh.

                                           * * * *

When we arrived home, I walked in to be greeted by Frank and Eric.  They
were acting a little sheepish which told me they had been up to something;
I didn't ask.  I wasn't surprised that both boys were nude.  I probably
would have been surprised if they hadn't been nude.  Sean followed me in,
carrying our bags, followed by David.  After greeting me, the boys looked
anxiously to David.

"He knows," David told them and for some reason they looked at me and
blushed.  I just shook my head.

"Where's Mike?" Sean asked anxiously.

The boys pointed towards the bedrooms.  When Sean looked at me I simply
held my hand up; I wanted to be the first to see what was going on.
Inwardly, I still had some reservations that I didn't vocalize to any of
them.  I had learned a long time ago that Michael could over analyze things
sometimes and the result was he worked himself into what we called a funk.
When he did this he usually came to me wanting to be cuddled and we talked.
My big question now was whether he had worked himself into a funk for some
reason, or was he really just playing some game?

"Sean, why don't you, and the other two, let David show you what he has in
the bag and maybe give you some advice?"  The boys picked up on the hint
quickly, almost as quickly as Sean was able to remove his clothing.
Inwardly, I had to laugh.  No sane person would ever believe what kind of
household we had.

Walking into Mike's bedroom I was stunned.  I didn't see anything that I
hadn't been forewarned about.  However, being forewarned and seeing it are
two different things.  I stood in the door for a moment and then approached
the bed.  Fortunately, someone had the foresight to spread an old blanket
over the bed.  On the blanket lay Michael, my first born, stark naked,
naturally, with cum spread over part of his body.  The part that concerned
me was that he had cuffs on his wrists and they were secured to the
headboard.

"Hey, Dad," Michael tried to sound upbeat with his greeting, but his voice
was a little too shaky to pull it off.  "Don't jump ta any conclusions.
Okay?  I mean, ya know, it's not maybe quite like it looks . . . .sorta."

"Sorta, huh?  I hate to tell you this but to me it looks like you've
allowed yourself to be tied to the bed and someone, maybe you or the other
boys or all of you, have been unloading on you.  David told me you wanted
to play a game.  He also told me about your fantasy and I agreed to go
along with it so long as he set boundaries.  Care to tell me about this
game?"

"Well, ya see, Dad, it's not exactly like a game the way you think about a
game.  It's more like role playing; that's what I'm doin' and just kinda
havin' fun at the same time."

"Okay, I guess I can understand that.  Care to tell me what role you're
playing right now?"

"Dad . . . .don't get pissed off with us.  Okay?  'Specially, David.  He
tried to talk me out of it till you got here, but we told 'im we weren't
too sure you'd understand and maybe he should call you and then maybe we
could play some."  I just kept looking at him and waited to hear what role
he was playing.

"You see, we been readin' some of those stories on the 'net', and well, I
decided it might be fun ta be somebody's sex slave or slut for the
weekend."  The more he explained this to me the more he scrunched up his
face.  It was obvious he wasn't too thrilled about having to explain all
this to me.  He knew that I might not be too enthusiastic about his little
game.  I took a deep breath and then a moment later, retrieved a wash cloth
from the bathroom.  I didn't bother with warm water.  As I stepped up to
the bed again, I made the mistake of looking up at the wall.

"Michael, would you care to explain to me what that is on the wall?  That
spot over your head?"

"That?  Well, ya see, Frank and Eric was teasin' me.  They weren't nice
about it neither, Dad.  They kept playin' with my nipples and Eric thought
is was funny ta blow in my ear while he rubbed his leg against Little
Mikey.  Frank was plain mean about it.  He kept squeezin' Little Mikey and
rollin' my balls around.  Both of 'em would act like they was gonna lay on
me so I could hump 'em, but they never layed all the way down and I just
kept tryin' ta hump 'em anyway.  So . . ."

"Think you might finish this story tonight?" I interrupted.

"Yes, sir.  They got so horny I was beggin' 'em to let me shoot.  Frank
stuck two fingers in me and started rubbin' my magic spot.  You know, my
prostate thingy.  Anyway, I was so hot it didn't take much ta make me shoot
and Frank kept rubbin' the chestnut while I was shootin' and, well, I shot
all the way up there."  He looked at me like I was supposed to congratulate
him.

"Dad, that's way up there when you're layin' down and tied like this.  I
bet if we'd been measurin' that it'd be some kind of record."

I just took a deep breath and continued what I started.

"OH, GAAHD!  That's cold!  Don't, please, don't!  Daaad?  That's cold!"
Michael complained.

"Don't you know that sex slaves don't get to voice an opinion about what
the master uses to clean them?  If I'm going to sit here, leaning across
you so we can talk, I prefer to keep my clothes clean.  If you can't keep
Little Mikey under control, maybe I should get some crushed ice?"

"Nooo!  Little Mikey'll be good, I swear.  You know, you could get naked
and lay here with me," he suggested with that mischievous smile and teasing
tone.

"Then I'd still like to keep my body clean," I responded.

Rinsing out the washcloth, I returned with the cloth rinsed in warm water
and a towel to finish the job.  After he was cleaned, I stripped and sat on
the side of the bed, leaning over him and propping myself on my elbow.

"Now, would you like to tell me what this is all about?"

He looked at me and started to say something, but turned his eyes away and
became quiet.  I waited patiently.

"It's nothin', really.  It was just a game, like one of those dumb things
you want to do for no particular reason.  Jus' somethin' different to do,
ya know?  They're just playin' with me and makin' me shoot without touchin'
my dick."  His eyes were watering up.  I knew there was more.

"You know I have mixed feelings about this.  I'm not sure I like the idea
that you are willing to let someone, anyone, tie you up like this and you
be so submissive.  As a parent, I worry.  But, also as a parent, sometimes
I think I need to let you pull stunts like this to explore and learn.
You're my first born; I need to know everything's okay.  Understand?"
While I talked to him I ran my fingers through his hair and then down his
chest.  When I finished, I leaned over and gave him a light kiss on his
stomach.

"Yes, sir," he answered sheepishly.  "Dad, when you were my age did you
ever get, you know, like, nervous or kinda scared of somethin' but you
weren't really sure what it was?"

"I think everyone feels that way about some things once in a while.  It's
normal to be apprehensive about the unknown.  Is that what this is all
about?"

"Kinda, but maybe not really," he answered after pausing a moment.  "Dad,
it's just that, well, everybody keeps sayin' I'm a goody-goody jus' because
I don't like ta get all sweaty and dirty like them.  I can't do like them.
I'm not good at sports and stuff like them.  The only thing I'm really good
at is books and playin' 'round; you know, like some of the stuff we like ta
do?"

"You mean playing around, like sexually?"  I asked, grinning.

"Yeah," he grinned and sounded very proud of himself. "I mean, it's like,
ya know, somethin' I can do and be good at with 'em and we can all have
fun.  I mean, most guys like ta play around some even if it's just jackin'
off.  We just like ta do more."  He paused and I saw that devilish grin.
"I got the right equipment ta make it feel real good, too!"

"Mike," I said softly, "don't you realize there's lots of things you can do
that they can't?  You don't need to do this submissive stuff."

"You mean, you're gonna make me stop?"  His expression was almost as
pathetic as the tone of his voice.  "Sometimes, don't you ever feel like
you wanna do somethin' that's just maybe the complete opposite of what you
usually do; just for the fun of it?"

The great debate ran through my head again.  Thinking, evaluating,
wondering what would be best for him, I ran my fingers over his smooth
skin. When my fingers brushed lightly over his nipples, he jumped; I
smiled.  He was still my boy who needed to be loved and shown security.  I
leaned over and gently nibbled at each of his nipples.

"Mmmmmm.  That's not fair," he whined.  I did it again just to hear him
whimper and then sat back, leaning against the leg he had drawn up.

"You said there was other stuff I could do; like what?"

"I bet if you checked with the athletic department you would find they need
people to help with training.  You know that football players, swimmers,
and other athletes need to do weight training and condition their bodies.
I think anyone that saw you would realize immediately that you're pretty
good in that area.  You could be an assistant to one of the coaches."

"You mean you want me to show them my body?"  No one ever said that having
a genius IQ meant having much common sense.

"Showing your body doesn't mean stripping down naked, Mike.  If the coach
wants to see the upper torso, there's nothing wrong with that.  I would
doubt seriously he would ask to see more.  After all, I don't think he
wants to get accused of improper conduct.  Make sense?"

It was easy to see that Mike had begun to relax and think about what I
said.  Deciding we had enough heavy talk for the night, I decided to tease
him some.  I bent over again and tongued his nipples before nibbling on
them a little harder than the previous time.  He drew a sharp breath
between clenched teeth and arched his back.  While I nibbled, I moved my
right hand to his groin and fondled his sac.  Sensing he was probably
leaking a little by then, I moved my hand to grip his shaft; Little Mikey
was definitely not relaxed.  Setting my thumb over his slit, I skinned him
back a little and rubbed his precum into the sensitive head.

"Uuuunnngh . . .oohhh . . .doon't, please, don't . . .that's not fair
. . .aaah jeeez! . . .oh, fuck . . .uuunnggghh."  He gasped for air and
pulled against his restraints between his pleadings.

Releasing his boyhood, I again cradled his sac in the palm of my hand and
gently massaged him while my middle finger tickled his perineum.

"Come on, Dad!  That's not right.  You can't do me like that and just leave
me.  I need ta cum.  Bad!"

"Oh, really?  Guess I'll have to send the boys in to work on you, then."

"You're not gonna leave me tied up like this are ya?  Dad, untie me!"

"Hey, you're the one that didn't want to be goody two shoes.  Remember?
Maybe the boys can help you set a new record."  I said, teasing, as I
started for the door.

"GGrrrrr.  Wait!" He tried to sound angry, but didn't even come close,
particularly with the smile he was wearing.  "I got somethin' else I need
ta ask ya."  I looked and waited.  "Can I get a couple rings?"

"What kind of rings?"

"One for my ear.  Maybe a diamond stud type.  Not one of those puny little
ones, but a nice one.  It'd look cool."

"And the other?"  I should have known better than to ask.

"A nipple ring?"  I just looked at him.

"I'll send the boys in to 'play'.  Maybe I should suggest they bring a
couple of paddles with them," I answered as I walked out.

"No!  Wait!  I was just kiddin', I swear!  Wait!"

Kidding?  Maybe, but I doubted it.  I really didn't object to the ear ring,
but the nipple ring didn't fit him; not his style.  Mike thought too much
of his body to let someone pierce his nipple; I hoped.

It was the kind of night where I shouldn't have let anything surprise me.
I left my number one son not wanting to be Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes and walked
into the family room to find the rest of the boys, and David, naked,
laughing and sporting full erections.  It was Sean's turn to surprise me
this time.

"Hey, Mr. G," Sean called out as he turned around and showed me his new
body ornament, a cock ring.  "Pretty neat, huh?  Look how it makes the
package stand out.  If we'd had these things a couple years ago we wouldn't
a had ta stuff socks in our pants."

David was rolling around on the sofa laughing so hard he had tears running
down his face.  I kept walking towards the kitchen and helped myself to a
cold beer.  When I returned I told the boys that Michael was waiting on
them.  I also told them to have fun, but no one was to be hurt.  The fun
part was the look on Frank's and Eric's faces when I told them to be sure
to clean the wall.  Then I looked at David.

"What are you laughing so hard about?"

"You.  You should have seen the look on your face when Sean turned around
and you saw that cock ring.  Relax Rick; they're just boys having fun.
There's nothing really serious."

"Oh, yeah?  What do you call Michael telling me he wants to get a nipple
ring?"

"I'd just say he's a kid wanting to experiment," David answered as he took
my hand and started leading me towards the patio.  "I had one' actually,
two.  Did you know you can change the rings; even hang dangling ear-rings
through your nips if you want. "

I stopped in my tracks and looked at him.  Then, I looked at his nipples.

"The holes closed up.  I took them out when I stopped being a teenager.
I'll tell you this though, it hurt like hell when they stuck that needle
through my nipple.  The lady sprayed an anesthetic on me before the
piercing and said it would deaden the feeling; it didn't.  Actually, I
still have the rings back home."

Without another word, David pulled my hand and led me outside.  The hot tub
was running and I was ready for a good soak.  We climbed into the tub with
me still holding a half full bottle of beer.  When I sat down, David leaned
in for a deep kiss that immediately erased all other thoughts from my mind.
David turned around and settled between my legs.  He sat so my member was
trapped between his cheeks.  As he leaned back into me, I wrapped an arm
around his chest and held him.  I would have been content to stay there,
holding him, for the rest of the night.

David was young enough that his skin retained that soft feeling.  He was
old enough for his muscles to have attained a mature development and be
hard.  I never tired of just running my hands over his body.  It didn't
take long for my wandering hand to find a nipple to tease and tweak.  The
longer I played with his nipples the more rapid his breathing became.  I
held the bottle to his lips; he took a deep swallow.

He wiggled his butt and clenched his glutes, knowing I was trapped between
them.  Inhaling deeply, enjoying his scent, we both drifted into our own
world of sensual pleasures.  Setting the beer aside, I placed my hands on
either side of his chest and lifted him.  Turning, his lips met mine as he
lay across my lap.  Our tongues dueled as we gasped for air, neither of us
wanting to release the other.  I felt his hand behind my head holding me,
while his other hand roamed over my back.

He shifted, straddling my lap.  I pulled him to me, causing him to rise.
Burying my nose in his neck, I breathed deeply and then marked him.  His
skin felt as smooth and soft in my mouth as it did to my finger tips.  I
could feel his heart begin racing as his desire built.  Pulling his waist
into me and lifting him slightly, I nibbled my way down his chest, seeking
his nipple.  When I reached his nipple I licked it gently, then kissed and
sucked it into my mouth.  He whimpered as I bit down and nibbled his
sensitive flesh.  While I moved from nipple to nipple, his hands grabbed my
hair.  Jerking my head back, he roughly moved down for a deep kiss.  Caught
up in our passions, we couldn't get enough of one another.  I needed him.
I needed to let myself go; let him do whatever he pleased.

When he broke the kiss he gave me a devilish grin.  I knew why when I felt
his hand on my manhood.  Electricity shot through every fiber in my body as
he guided the head to his opening.  I tried to resist him, he wasn't
prepared and I didn't want to hurt him.  Again, that devilish grin as he
suddenly shifted is weight and let himself go, impaling himself on my
manhood.  The sensual shock was incredible.  What registered in my brain
was how he cried out with the impaling.  I pulled him into me and held him,
feeling him panting, blowing his hot breath into my ear as he wrapped his
arms around and held tightly.  Soon, he pushed away, whispering into my
ear.

"I prepared myself while you were with Mike.  I've always loved doing that;
your hard, warm shaft penetrating my very being.  You're big.  Feels
incredible."

Placing a hand on either shoulder, he pushed himself back.  I felt him hook
his feet over the top of my legs for leverage.  His head fell back, eyes
closed as he slowly worked his hips in a circular motion; first, one
direction and then, the reverse.  I had to close my eyes and concentrate to
avoid losing everything right then.  He pressed against my legs as his body
rose.  His body undulating to a rhythm only he could hear.  He leaned
forward, brushing his tender nipples over my lips.  Before I could suckle
them, he pulled away, teasingly.  This was his game and I was his willing
player.

David moved his hands down my chest, flicking my nipples with his
fingernails.  When my breathing became more rapid, he suddenly pinched my
nipples and gave them a sharp twist.  I yelped, partly in surprise and
partly in rapture.  I may have had him impaled, but he was in control.  One
moment sensuous, the next raw with animal lust.  His muscles squeezed my
shaft, teasing, pulling, pushing, always caressing.  His hips never stopped
moving, always moving his maleness up and down my chest or abs.

How long did he make love to me?  How long did he give himself to me?  The
water was beginning to cool.  I dismissed the thought.  There was enough
heat between us to keep us warm.  He played with me.  My hands moved all
over him, needing to touch him everywhere at once.  My fingers found where
I bodies joined.  He whimpered as I ran a fingernail over the sensitive
lips.

While he continued to twist and caress my nipples, he fed me one of his.  I
suckled and then licked.  I wanted to lick his whole body, taste his very
being.  He played me until I was almost begging him for relief.  I became
his puppy.  Our eyes glazed over as we moved, hypnotically.

"The boys have yet to discover the pleasures of lust and love.  The
pleasures their bodies can give.  One day, we'll teach them, but not until
we have perfected the art ourselves.  We'll need lots of practice.  You'll
have to stay a part of me."  He teased me and ended by clamping his anal
muscles around my shaft.

I was panting for air.  My eyes glazed with lust.  All I could see or feel
or hear was him.

"I can't hold back much longer, but I don't want this to stop," I
whispered.

"Then let go; we can start again," he whispered just before plunging his
tongue into my ear.  I didn't know a tongue could go that far inside an
ear.

He clamped down in quick, hard spasms.  He began bouncing on my shaft.  I
whimpered and pulled him to me.

"That's right.  Fuck me.  Drive it into me, hard.  Time to ride that pony!
Breed me.  Breed me!"  He kept whispering in my ear as he devoured me and
we melded into one.  I was lost in a world of pure lust.

He placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed back.  His back arched; I
heard him whining and panting, whimpering as that magic moment approached.
He rose leaving only the tip in him.  Suddenly, he dropped, crying out as
we both erupted.  He collapsed on me.  I held him tight, not wanting him to
move.  We were both out of breath.  I'd never felt anything like it.

"Ooooh fuck, man.  We gotta learn how ta do that."

I thought I heard something and then realized it was the boys.  Lifting
David, we looked at one another and then to our side.  The boys were
standing in the doorway.  It was obvious they had been watching the show.
Four boys stood in awe, stroking themselves.

"I know some boys that better be in bed when I get out of here or I'm
bringing the paddles."

"Shit!  Move!  Hurry!  Get outta my way!"

The boys were running over one another trying to get inside before I got
out of the tub.

David and I looked at one another and fell into each other's arms,
laughing.

"You know they'll hit the bed," David commented, "but they won't be going
to sleep."

We sat in the tub, holding one another, and kissed.

"We need to go to bed, too," David said.  "You know, I didn't show you all
the toys I picked up.  We can play a game of our own."

He kissed me again, took my hand and lead me inside.



End Ch Thirty-four

To Be Continued

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