Date: Tue, 14 Apr 2009 10:58:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Second Time Around  Ch 36

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Chapter Thirty-Six:  Second Time Around


We survived "hell week", which is how I came to describe that first week
with three of the boys having their full practice and meet schedules.  But,
after having everyone running around trying to get each boy where he needed
to be when he needed to be there, the decision was made that one or more
boys would be getting a license.  I picked up Sean and Michael right after
lunch on Monday; they being the only two eligible for a regular license.

It was no surprise when Sean managed to breeze through his driving test.
The expression on his face when the lady handed him his operator's permit
was priceless.  Watching him made me pause and remember how I felt when I
got my license.  That was a big step for any teenage boy.  Sean had the new
badge of honor and status symbol.  Michael didn't want to take his driving
test; said he needed more practice.

Michael's decision to wait was both a concern and a relief.  I never heard
of a teenage boy that wanted to wait to get his license.  When it was my
time, I was willing to go to the driver's license office the night before
just to be the first in line.  If I was lucky, someone might show up early
and I would have it that much sooner.  The relief was knowing that Michael
wouldn't be on the street yet.  He had a bad habit of letting his mind
wander when he should be concentrating on driving and, quite honestly, he
made me nervous.

When the boys left for school each morning, there was always the silly
banter back and forth.  Now that one of them could drive and they had their
own set of wheels, there was that little extra bounce in their steps and a
little more laughter.  That first week felt like a vacation for me.  There
was no more worrying about who had to be where or when.  The boys had to
assume responsibility for themselves.  The honeymoon lasted just under one
week.

After the first couple of days, Michael seemed to develop an attitude.
When I tried to talk to him, he always claimed there wasn't anything wrong.
Parental instincts told me to be patient and the problem would either work
itself out, or I would be called in just before disaster struck.  By Friday
night, it was apparent the issue wasn't working itself out.  I came home to
a less than friendly environment.

"Fuckwad!"  There was no mistaking Michael's voice.

"Dickhead!"  Now I knew the argument was between Mike and Frank.  True
brotherly love had shown its uglier side.

"Kiss my ass, bro!"

"Yeah, you wish, ass-hole."

"How 'bout I kick your ass right out the door?"  Michael just pushed it too
far.

"Come try.  C'mon, somebody needs to kick your ass and it'll be my
pleasure," Frank yelled back.

I walked into the room just as they started for one another.

"The first one to throw a fist is going to be in deeper shit than the both
of you together can imagine."  Both boys stood there, faces red with anger,
looking like two deer caught in the headlights.

"I don't know what started all this, but both of you know better.  Since
you both seem so determined to kick some ass, would either of you like to
put on the gloves with me and work off your frustrations?"

That last suggestion caused both boys to register expressions of pure
panic.  Mike quickly stepped over to Frank.

"NO!" Mike hollered as he wrapped an arm around Frank's shoulders, and
Frank wrapped an arm around Mike's waist.  "Ummmm, ya see, we was just
foolin' 'round.  We wasn't really gonna hit each other."

"That's right, Dad," Frank quickly added.  "See, all I was really gonna do
is pat Mikey's butt, like this."  Frank proceeded to pat Mike's bottom and
rub it gently.

"I hear you.  If I believed that one, the next thing I know the two of you
would be trying to convince me that you're both still virgins."  They had
to bite their lips to avoid laughing.  "Where's Sean?  I hope you two
didn't scare him to death so he'd run away."

"Why would he do that?" Mike asked trying to sound innocent, or just plain
naïve.  Frank pointed towards Sean's room.

"Lookin' for me, Mr G?" Sean asked as he came down the hall.  "I wasn't
eaves droppin'.  I just heard my name."

"Yeah, right."  Frank's tone screamed 'smart ass'.

"Sean, it seems my two sons are experiencing a sudden lapse of memory.
Neither of them can remember how all this got started.  Can you shed a
little light on the matter?"

I should have known better; I was asking Sean to break the teen honor code.
The first rule was to never squeal on a buddy, particularly to an adult.
When I asked him the question he simultaneously looked lost and as though
he was pleading with me.

"Sorry, Sean, I didn't mean to put you in that kind of position," I told
him as soon as I realized the faux pas.  I turned my attention to my now
less than illustrious sons.

"Since no one wants to let me in on the big secret of what started all
this, should I assume you two are ready to put on the gloves and spend some
private time behind closed doors beating one another senseless until you
figure out how to get along?"

"No! . . .Ummm, no, ya see, it's like we said a while ago, we was just
horsin' around.  We weren't really serious," Mike offered by way of an
explanation.

"Yeah, Dad, we're cool," Frank quickly added.  "There's no need to go off
the deep end here."

I looked at both of them for a minute, more to make them squirm than
anything else.

                                           * * * *

 My boys were good, but not perfect.  When they were younger they would get
into disagreements and start a little shoving match.  As they grew older
the shoving matches would become more intense.  One day I decided I'd had
enough and purchased two sets of boxing gloves.

When they started in again I stopped them.  I didn't fuss or lecture them,
but only let them know to follow me.  I took them to the basement, put the
gloves on them and told them they could beat on one another all they
wanted.  The only condition was they had to come upstairs, when it was
over, as friends.  They were to be as close as kissing cousins.  Of course,
both of them immediately started assuring me that they weren't really upset
with each other and they could go upstairs right then as friends.  I
informed them that I wasn't buying into the act.

The house was equipped with an intercom system that I set to monitor the
sounds in the basement.  It was funny listening to the two of them trying
to figure out how they were going to get out of the mess they were in.
They finally decided on a fake fight with both of them punching at the
other's hands until they looked like they had a real workout.  They even
added some sound effects just in case I was at the head of the stairs
listening.

Kids have a way of putting on a pretty good show when they set their minds
to it.  The boys came upstairs after a few minutes and found me waiting in
the family room.  They had a little perspiration, or more likely water,
sprinkled over their bodies.  Their shoulders had the required sag and they
wore their pouting expressions.

"Dad," Frank said with a very convincing remorseful sound, "We don't wanna
hit each other no more.  Can we stop now?  We're sorry, honest."

"I don't know, boys.  Seems to me we've been through the promises before."

"Yeah, but we didn't think you'd ever really make us put these gloves on
and fight with each other," Mike answered.  "Please?  Can't we stop now?
We'll even be kissin' cousins like ya said.  See?"  Both boys turned and
gave each other a little peck on the lips.

"Okay, but there's something I want understood by both of you.  I know
brothers will occasionally disagree, but I don't expect you to come to
physical blows.  If an outsider tries to pick on one of you, then I expect
both of you to stand together.  Any more problems like this and you'll have
to put the gloves on with me.  Understood?"

"Yes, sir," they both whispered, looking down.

"Alright.  I suggest you take those gloves off and go get a bath."

I helped them undo the laces and both boys headed out of the room.  I was
glad my back was to them so they couldn't see me laughing.

"Boys, one other thing.  That's a pretty good act, but it'd work better if
you tapped each other to leave a few red marks like you had been really
fighting."

The next thing I heard was two boys running down the hall trying not to
giggle too loudly.

                                           * * * *

Walking down the hall towards my room, I laughed to myself as I remembered
that time I put the boys in the basement with gloves.  Since then, both had
tried going a few rounds with me.  Those times were mostly fun, but I made
sure they understood it wouldn't be a good idea to take on the old man.
When I found the 'toys' David had brought up and left with me, I returned
to the boys.  All three stood right where I had left them.

"Okay, guys, I think you're a bit old for me to turn over my knee, so I've
decided on a different form of punishment," I explained as I approached the
boys slowly.  "Mike, hold your left arm out.  Frank, you hold out your
right arm."

Both boys looked at me, puzzled.  They watched as I handcuffed the two of
them together.  There was a bit of a smile on Frank's face.  He recognized
that the cuffs were held closed be Velcro which he could easily undo.
Easily, that is, until I attached the two small locks through the hoops
built into each cuff.  When locked in place, those cuffs were going nowhere
without the key.

"Dad, what's this?" Frank asked as Mike just watched us.

"Those, my dear sons, are called handcuffs.  I know you didn't think much
of them at first, but I can assure you that with those locks, they are on
to stay.  Since neither of you wants to explain what's been going on or why
you feel the need to beat on each other, I thought you might appreciate the
opportunity to spend more time together; you know, get to know one another
a little better?  It's called the buddy system."

Sean was having trouble stifling his laughter.

"Dad, we can't be goin' out like this!" Mike exclaimed.

"Yeah, how can I practice with the team when I'm anchored to him?"

"Hah!  You can't," Mike retorted, not endearing himself to his younger
brother.

"Wrong," I quickly corrected my son, bursting his bubble in the process.
"You may think that I'm being cruel, but I'm not, nor do I intend on
embarrassing you in front of your schoolmates.  Michael, you will accompany
your brother to practice and remain with him until it is time to come home.
When you leave practice, Sean will put the cuffs back on you and lock them.
There will be no excuses for the two of you not being together.  Try to
play the game and all you will accomplish is extending your time together.
Any questions?"

"You can't be serious!"  Frank finally realized what I was telling them.
"What about when we gotta go or take a shower or dress?"

"The two of you will work all that out . . . together.  After all, it's not
exactly like the two of you don't already know each other intimately, in
some ways.  Of course, for dressing, Sean will remove the cuffs long enough
for you to put a shirt on; you'll have about two minutes before he locks
the cuffs again.  Dinner will be ready in about an hour."

I turned and walked out.  As I walked away I could hear them argue over
which one of them had gotten them into this fix.  I wondered how long it
would take for them to figure out that they were both guilty.

                                           * * * *

Three days passed quickly with Frank and Michael cuffed to their 'buddy';
three peaceful days.  Sometimes I thought the days were too peaceful; much
like the calm before the storm.  Taking advantage of the quiet time, I
managed to reach the nursery and have some plans drawn for the new
landscaping in the backyard.

A backyard was meant to be a place to relax and enjoy being outside.  We
had the pool, a hot tub and an outdoor kitchen for cookouts.  My plan
called for maximizing the relaxing time and minimizing the work or
maintenance time.  When the plans were drawn and presented for my approval,
I thought they looked nice and had to admit I had no idea what the
landscaper, Pat, was talking about when he started spouting scientific
names for the various plants.

"Pat, they're nice looking plans.  I like the color and idea of low
maintenance, but I have no idea what you are trying to explain to me.  I
think I need to call in the expert."

"If you're talking about your mother, she told me to tell you that these
plans were perfect for your level of gardening expertise."

My reaction was a moment of surprise followed by laughter.  Since Mother
was the one who gave me Pat's name and number, I should have known that she
had collaborated on the plan.

"Well, if Mother approved the plans, is it safe for me to assume she
approved of the budget?"

"Actually, she added a little to your budget and told me to be prepared to
start right away.  She mentioned something about a family gathering to show
off the new backyard."

"That's interesting, particularly when I hadn't gone beyond the idea stage.
Guess you better plan on starting right away and I'll call Mother to thank
her for her assistance and find out when we're supposed to have this
party."

While the landscapers worked to finish the backyard, I could only laugh
when I thought about my original plan of asking the family over to help
install the landscaping.  My family was too much like me.  Just have the
job done and sit back and enjoy.

By the fifth 'buddy' day, I was trying to think of how to let the boys off
the hook.  That was when Sean gave me some help.

"Mr. G?  Can we talk a minute?"

"Sure.  What's on your mind?"

"Well, Mr. G, I think I might have a idea why Mike was actin' so . . .well,
you know, like . . ."

"An ass?" I completed the thought for him.

"Yes, sir; like an ass, like you said."  Sean blushed and tried to avoid
laughing at the same time; he wasn't successful.  "I think it's a
combination of bein' a little jealous of Eric, Frank and me bein' on teams
and makin' friends; like, maybe he's worried about us goin' places with new
friends and leavin' him.  But, that's not true, Mr. G; we wouldn't do that
to him."

"Well, I guess I can understand him thinking like that, Sean, but the three
of you need to be able to lead your own lives, too.  Do you think that's
all it is?"

"No, sir.  Ya see, he's met a couple guys at school, too.  He kinda likes
'em and wants ta be friends with 'em, I think, but he's not so sure yet.
Me and Frank told him he needed ta talk to you."

"Do you know anything about them that could possibly make me disapprove of
them?"

"It's not really them so much, Mr. G; they're both pretty nice guys.  Their
names are Craig and Brian Raulerson.  They're uncle is Billy Raulerson.  Do
you know who he is?"

"'Fraid not, but you say that as though I should."

"He's a former Mr. Florida and Craig says he was a runner-up in two
Mr. Universe contests."

"Well, that explains why I don't recognize the name; can't say I follow
those contests very closely."

"Neither do I, Mr. G, but Mikey does.  Craig and Brian were tryin' ta talk
Mikey into workin' out with 'em under their uncle and competin' in some
contests.  They said there's a junior circuit that their uncle has 'em in."

"So, the idea of competing in some body building contests is what upset
him?  That doesn't make sense, Sean.  I've always encouraged Michael with
his weights.  It's something he enjoys and about the only athletic activity
he doesn't embarrass himself in."

"It's not just the body buildin' part that caused the problem.  A few days
ago, after gym class, Craig, Brian and Mike had taken a shower and were
gettin' dressed.  Craig and Brian started showin' Mike some poses they use
and part of what they said was a show routine their uncle designed for 'em.
Mike tried to copy some of their stuff.  You see, they were all three just
in their underwear and Frank walked in.  Frank started teasin' Mike.  Mike
started getting' pissed off which only encouraged Frank some more and,
well, you know how they do sometimes.  Mike got embarrassed and more pissed
off and it all went down hill from there.  Neither one of 'em seemed ta
know when ta quit."

Sean finished talking and I did understand what he was telling me.  It
wasn't the first time Frank pushed Michael's buttons and went too far, and
probably wouldn't be the last.

"Sean, thank you for telling me; I know it wasn't easy.  Just remember
this, you did it to stop all the animosity that was building.  I'll take
care of it from here."

It took me two more days to contact and sit down with Billy Raulerson.
When we met I was surprised that he knew who I was.  I had expected to meet
someone my age, but he was actually part of the generation ahead of me.  I
recognized him from Ponte Vedra.

"Your father and I were business acquaintances and, of course, knew one
another through the club.  I can remember you coming to the club as a
little boy and watching you grow up."  I didn't know exactly how to respond
other than the involuntary blushing I was doing.  "Your father thought the
sun and the moon rose and set in you, but I expect you knew how much he
loved you."

"That's very kind of you.  I do miss him," I answered, and then added, "I
know Mother has been very lonely without him."

"I hear she has three or four grandsons close by that can occupy her time."

"Three actual grandsons, two of whom are my boys.  The youngest grandson is
my sister's boy, Eric.  I'm also guardian for another boy that lives with
us and Mother makes sure she treats him just like the other three."

"That's what she told me when we had lunch with a small group of us old
timers at the beach club.  She's a remarkable lady, your mother.  I
understand your oldest is friends with two of my grand-nephews, too."

Billy had just opened the door for me.  I couldn't help but wonder if he
sensed I wanted to talk to him about his nephews and what he was doing with
them, or was it just coincidence.  It really didn't matter, of course.  We
talked for over an hour.  At the end, I felt that I knew Craig and Brian
and he knew Michael.

Billy was overseeing a weight-lifting class as a volunteer at the school.
His logic was that most teenage boys want to lift some weights if for no
other reason than to build muscle definition to impress the girls.  Some of
the boys were more serious, and he gave them the extra time they needed.
Craig and Brian were into bodybuilding because it was something they could
do well; athletics was not their calling.  Now I understood what they had
in common with Michael.

There was a junior circuit for young bodybuilders.  It was limited in the
size and number of contests, but participants viewed it as a training
ground for the big time when they became adults.  After hearing about the
rules and strict controls for keeping out steroids and other drugs, I
decided I would let Mike participate if he wanted.

However, there were still other issues I wanted addressed and settled
first.

                                           * * * *

Sitting on the sofa with my feet propped up on the coffee table, I was
enjoying a new Cussler novel when the cushions shook like an earthquake.
An earthquake caused by two teenage boys, naked and cuffed together,
plopping down on either side of me.

"Dad," Frank spoke up, "we need ta talk.  You busy?"

I looked at him like that had to be the dumbest question anyone had asked
that whole week.

"Sorry, guess we shoulda said somethin' before we plopped down," Frank
tried to look and sound at least a little contrite.  "But, we really do
need ta talk, 'bout these."  He raised his arm to show me the cuffs.

"Yeah, Dad," Michael piped in to support his brother.  "It's been more than
a week now and we've been good.  Can't we take these off?"  Michael managed
to wave their cuffed wrists around, making sure I couldn't miss seeing
them.

"You two have been so good that I've been thinking about making this
arrangement permanent."

"DAD!  NO WAY!" The boys almost cried out simultaneously.

"You don't understand how bad this is," Frank complained.

"Oh?"

"Listen, we're normal teens; we got needs like all teenage boys do.  You
have any idea how embarrassin' it is to wake up each morning with a
piss-hard on and have ta drag your brother into the bathroom.  I mean, it's
not like you can really aim it right without it hurtin'.  You gotta sit on
the toilet and almost bend over touchin' the floor so you keep everything
in the bowl.  What's worse, one morning this ass-hole decided he couldn't
wait his turn and decided to aim it down the crack in my ass," Frank
complained.

"Only after you did it to me," Mike countered while trying to stifle a
laugh.  I knew that another show of brotherly love was coming.

"Yeah, but I had a better aim.  I didn't piss all over your butt and half
your back."

"No, you tried to shake my wrist out of joint while you were jackin' your
meat."

"Okay, you two, that's enough.  Both of you get up and sit on the table
where I can see you both at the same time.  I don't want to hear another
word from either of you."  When the boys were sitting in front of me, I
continued.

"What has me more upset than anything is the two of you were willing to
fight but not talk to me.  I expect siblings to have disagreements once in
a while, but there's no reason to get physical.  What really hurt is that
neither of you was willing to talk to me so we could get things
straightened out."

Both boys sat quietly, looking at the floor.

"I guess it was mainly my fault," Frank almost whispered.  "Mikey wanted to
do something, but he wasn't sure.  When I told him he should talk to you,
he told me to shut up.  I knew what it was about and started teasin' 'im.
You know how you say that sometimes I try to push too many buttons?  Well,
I guess that's what I did and the whole thing kinda got outta control."

"Dad?"  Michael used that 'pathetic little me' voice he perfected as a
small boy.  "We didn't mean for you to think we didn't trust you or
anythin'.  It's just that sometimes I need to figure out how I wanna say
somethin' or ask you somethin'.  This, dork-head started in early."

"Alright, both of you, I'll not put up with any name calling from either of
you."

"Sorry," Michael almost whined.  "It's been kind of a rough few days.  I
mean we hadn't even been able to get some good relief tied ta each other.
It's really been a bummer.  Can't we take 'em off?  Pleeaase?"  Michael
reverted to his little boy pleading voice.

"Yeah, you shoulda seen us tryin' ta take care of each other yesterday.
All four of us just kinda felt like maybe it wasn't worth even tryin'."

"Trying?  Trying what?  Or should I know better than to ask?"

"You know," Frank continued, "we were all tryin' to get our rocks off and
it wound up just bein' a royal cluster fuck."

This sounded interesting enough for me to just stay quiet and stare at them
until someone decided to tell me about the cluster fuck.  It was easy
enough to guess it had to be a small orgy gone bad; the details were bound
to be entertaining.

"When we all left school, Eric sat in the back with me while Mike sat up
front with Sean.  Mike decided ta play with Sean and reached over and
started squeezin' Sean's dick and ticklin' his balls.  When Sean told him
to quit, Mike started playin' with his nipples.  Sean told Mike to quit
before he made us have a wreck."  I gave Mike a look that should have said
volumes about acting stupid and poor judgment.

"Tell 'im the other part, too," Mike chimed in.

"Oh, yeah," Frank added, innocently, "Eric was playin' with my nipples and
we were squeezin' each other's package."

"Weren't you guys worried about someone seeing what you were doing?" I had
to ask.

"Uh-huh,' Mike answered quickly, laughing. "The Jeep sits real high and the
bottom of the windows is high enough that somebody in a regular car can't
see in.  Besides, we wouldn't take it so far that Sean'd shoot off; he
might wreck us then.  We were just all kinda horny.  You might say it was
our time of day."  Both boys laughed and I could hear Sean laughing in the
other room.

"Sean, if you're going to be blamed for part of this, you might as well
join us."

Sean walked in rather sheepishly, trying to stifle some of his laughter.

"Dad, to make this kind of a short story, we just all wound up real horny,"
Frank continued with his story.  "Eric came home with us and, well, do you
know that Eric likes to bottom?  I mean he really likes it!

"Somehow, after Sean took the cuffs off and we all got naked and he cuffed
us again, it just started.  Everybody was gropin' and fondlin' everybody
else.  It was the usual stuff with suckin' nipples and strokin' anything
hard or playin' with a rosebud.  Mike wound up on the floor with his legs
on Sean's shoulders.  'Course with me and Mike cuffed, I had a ringside
seat.  Well, you know no normal teenager is just gonna sit there and watch.
After Sean got on Mike and got a good rhythm going, I lubed up Sean and got
on him.  With me on top and Mike on the bottom, we didn't have any trouble
adjusting for the cuffs.  At least, not until Eric decided he wanted in on
the action."

Picturing all this in my mind, it was all I could do to not break out
laughing, but I didn't want to stop them telling me what had to be the best
part to come.

"Eric went into the bathroom and flushed himself out real quick.  He
straddled Mike's face and Mike gave him a blow job to help get 'im good 'n
hot.  Sean lubed him.  Then, Sean lubed Little Mikey and guided Eric onto
Little Mikey.  Eric got all excited and pushed back real hard.  He almost
knocked us over, but he didn't.

"We figured that when I long-stroked Sean, then he'd be hammerin' Mike at
the same time and that'd push Little Mikey into Eric's ass.  Eric actually
had the best position, except for Mike, cause each time one of them got
punched, their nut got stroked, too.  The only problem was when I hammered
into Sean it'd knock him not only into Mike, but he'd bump Eric.  When Eric
started to lose his balance, Mike jerked his hand up to catch Eric and he
pulled me off balance so I landed on Sean's back.  No matter what we tried,
it wound up being one big messed up fuck."  Frank sat there smiling at me.
The other boys tried to hide their laughter; I couldn't.

"Well, I guess the only thing I can tell you boys is how sorry I am that
your little fun and games session got so messed up.  Just think, if you
hadn't messed up in the first place you wouldn't have had the cuff issue.
To show how genuine my sympathy is I'll promise right now to never punish
you with the cuffs and the buddy system again; you're probably a little old
for that now."

"Really!?"  Mike was excited.  "No buddy system any more?"

"Hold it," Frank interrupted, "that's too easy.  If no cuffs or buddy
system, then what?"

"Oh, I thought, given your ages and knowing how much each of you counts on
being able to satisfy certain physical needs, I think a good punishment
mechanism would be a chastity belt; one with a lock."  I just smiled at
them while they looked at each other.

"You wouldn't do that ta us.  Would ya?" Mike asked.

"Hush, Mike," Frank admonished his brother.  "That's what you said about
the buddy system, remember?"

"Don't worry, Dad," Frank continued before his brother had any more
opportunity to possibly mess up their release.  "We understand, honest.  If
Mikey doesn't, me and Sean will work real hard to explain it to 'im."

"Sean, you think I should let them off the hook?"  Sean looked like a deer
caught in the headlights.  He didn't want any say in that decision; but, of
course, it was easy enough to guess his preference.

"Mr G, this had'n been much fun for any of us, includin' Eric, even."

I did let them off the hook, just as I intended when we started the talk,
and told Sean he could remove the cuffs.  The boys were ready to run off
when I let Mike know that I wanted to talk with him.  He could join the
boys in a few minutes.  As they took off I popped Frank on the butt.  It
was hard enough to leave a red mark.

"Oww!  What'd you do that for?"

"General principles," I answered.  Sean was laughing as the two boys ran
off.

"But, Dad!  Do you know what they're gonna do?  It's been a long time and
Sean's already got himself clean; thoroughly," Mike whined while I noticed
Little Mikey coming alive.

"Sit, kiddo.  We are going to talk."

We sat there and talked for a while.  I wasn't surprised when he lay on the
sofa and put his head in my lap so I could rub his back.

"But, Dad, you gotta understand.  A lotta kids make fun of the guys that
are in the weight liftin' program.  They get teased 'bout havin' ta wear
Speedos to pose in and their picture taken for some of the health
magazines."

"Since when have you, of all people, been shy about showing your body?  I
can remember when you were little we had to be careful that you didn't
decide to take it all off in the middle of the store.  You would have if we
didn't stop you."

He laughed as he remembered some of the stunts he pulled when he was
younger.  He didn't do it to show off.  We let them run natural at home so
the boys thought they should be able to do it anywhere.

"Mike, how much of all this is from you being worried about the other guys
being better and winning more than you?"  He just shrugged his shoulders
which told me I had hit on a valid concern.

"How often have I tried to get you boys to understand that you will not win
all the time?  There will always be someone a little better once in a while
and many times you will be the one that's just a little better and come out
on top.  The idea is for you to gain confidence in yourself and form
friendships with other boys that like doing the same thing."

"So, are you sayin' it's okay for me to do it?"

I had to take a deep breath to avoid pulling my hair out.

"Yes, Mike, you may do it.  I've already talked with Mr. Raulerson and
signed the papers for you."

"Really?  You mean you knew this whole time?"

"Not the whole time.  However, when my boys start acting strange, even kind
of dumb, I make it a point to find out why.  Now, go join the other boys
before I change my mind."

Mike had a big grin and gave me a hug so tight I thought he was going to
choke me.  When he turned he ran quickly before I could pop his butt.  He
stopped and his expression turned serious.

"There's somethin' else I've been tryin' ta figure out to tell you.  You
know how sometimes me and Frank want some special time with you?  Well,
Sean misses havin' somebody he can go to and they just hold him or make him
feel special."

I could only wonder if Mike knew about the time Sean and I were in New York
and what happened there.  It would be up to Sean to disclose that to the
boys, not me.

"Has he told you that?" I asked.

"Kinda, and you can see it in his eyes.  You know how you always say the
eyes are the window to the soul?  Watch his eyes and you can tell when he
gets that feelin'.  We're close, but he's lookin' for the kind of feelings
he can only get from somebody older, not somebody our age.  Know what I'm
tryin' ta say?"

"I understand what you're trying to say.  I also think it's very
considerate of you to try and help Sean."

Mike got this little self-satisfied grin as he blushed slightly and ran off
to his room.

                                           * * * *

Dealing with the boys' problems could sometimes wear me out.  It felt good
to lay in bed a few minutes and read.  It didn't take long before I felt
the need to just turn the light out and put the day behind me.  I hadn't
settled in good yet when I felt the bed rock.  Someone lifted the covers
and invited himself to sleep with me.  When he snuggled up to me and pulled
my arm around him, I knew it was Michael.

I smelled the fresh shampoo in his hair.  His body was still a little damp
from not drying off properly; typical Mike.  When he spooned his back into
me, he wiggled his butt and I could hear him trying to giggle, quietly.  I
leaned back a little and gave him a solid pop to his little butt and pulled
him back in close.

"I know.  General principles, right?" he asked as he laughed.

"Right," I answered as I pulled him into me.

As we lay there I couldn't help but breathe in the fresh shampoo and the
freshness of him.  Nature gives teenage boys a special scent when they are
on the cusp of manhood.  It's a freshness that's not too sweet, but highly
intoxicating; a heady aroma.  With the scent goes the softness of their
skin covering hard muscle.  Muscle that almost every teenage boy feels he
must work on and build with weights.  It's a part of their identity, their
self.  I ran a finger along the edge of Michael's right ear.  When I
reached the lobe, I traced his neck and felt the leather thong of his
necklace.

Michael turned over to face me.  He wrapped his arms around my shoulders
while he pushed his top leg between mine.  Without saying anything, he
turned his head and lay against my chest.  As I ran a hand over the velvety
skin of his back and cheeks, I was sure he had begun to purr.

"Love you," he whispered.

"Love you, too . . . always," I answered.

"When you were readin', I took a hot shower.  I made sure I was good 'n
clean."  He paused a moment. "I was kinda hopin' maybe we could have some
special time?"

I pulled back a little and put a finger under his chin to lift his face.  I
kissed him on the forehead before I said anything.

"Since when did you start wearing a necklace to bed?"

"When David was here last time he saw me wearing it with my earring and I
was naked."  He giggled a little, like him being naked was unusual.
"David, he, told me I looked real hot wearin' just the necklace and
earring."

"You know what?  I think David was right. I also think you're very
special."

We didn't say anymore as he leaned up and kissed me on the chin. Turning
his head he began to tongue bathe my neck while I felt his fingernails
flick across a nipple.  I ran my hands over the softness of his bubble
cheeks and squeezed them before tracking one finger down his crack.

He inhaled sharply and arched his back as goose bumps formed.  He whimpered
and held me tightly.  I found his puffy nipple to suckle.  He wanted his
special time.  Time where he could be the puppy I loved so dearly.  He
needed the time.  And so did I.

There's a very special pleasure that comes from just giving and allowing
your boy to enjoy who and what nature has made him.  Mike was always very
sensitive; it was easy to make him laugh or giggle.  When he was little I
would give both boys a raspberry on their belly.  As I bathed his nipples,
I kept my body at an angle so I could feel his rock hard cock rubbing under
my arm.  If he tried to hump too hard, I merely changed the angle or
position of my arm.  As I left his nipples, I nibbled my way down his side.
Reaching his waist, I gave him a raspberry in his side and several more as
I worked my way across his belly.  He squirmed and giggled, filling the
room with the kind of pure, innocent laughter only a child can produce.

Laying between his legs, I teased him by periodically taking a quick lick
across the ultra sensitive head of his boyhood.  He drew sharp breaths
through clenched teeth and exhaled with a slight moan.  He was highly
aroused and I knew would need a quick initial release if I was to make this
session last as long as I would like.  Placing both of his hands on my head
he tried to hold me so I would orally minister to his throbbing cock.  I
let him wait while.  I teased him by nibbling his satiny sac and working
two fingers into his hole.

The taste of youth is far different from an adult.  There is a sweetness
and softness we lose as we get older.  The taste of the inside of his
thigh, seasoned with an occasional lick under the foreskin was a delicacy,
topped only by his most precious treasure.  As I licked and probed with my
tongue, he continued to squirm and whine.  He whispered his pleas for me to
take him.  The need in his voice, mixed with the loving expressions on his
face, was a memory for me to cherish.  I returned to his boyhood and
swallowed it in one quick movement.  It had been long enough, and he was
endowed well enough, that I almost gagged.  When he gasped at the feeling,
I began to work my throat muscles.  Swallowing as fast as possible, I
quickly brought him to his initial climax.  Pulling off a little, I kept
him in my mouth until I had drained that load.

There was no rush.  I was determined to let him enjoy himself as much as
possible.  When I did enter him, it began with him on his back, his legs
over my shoulders.  When our groins met, his legs slipped down to wrap
around my waist.  He pulled me down for a loving embrace and a kiss.  I
shifted only what was necessary to be sure that with each stroke I obtained
full penetration and massaged his magic spot.  The boy became a whimpering
puppy wanting and needing more.

The strokes were long and gentle, mixed with an occasional hard thrust.
With each hard thrust he cried out and gasped for air.  The goal was to
give him maximum pleasure while maintaining my personal control.  As we
both worked up enough sweat for a light sheen to cover our bodies, he had
another orgasm.  It was impressive for the second load in a short period of
time.  Such was the advantages of youth; instant recharge.  I plunged in to
the full depth and remained still while he enjoyed his high.  As he
recovered I used two fingers to feed us his offering.

When he neared the end of his recovery, I rolled him on his side and moved
behind him.  Stretching him as far as I could, his prostate was again
massaged with short deliberate strokes.  His body, still sensitive from his
orgasm, I raked my fingernails up his side.  When he cried out, I wrapped
my arms around his heaving chest and rolled us so I lay on my back.
Hooking my arms over his, my legs were between his and I hooked mine over
his to pin him to me.

Spread eagled on top of me, I twisted and played with his nipples.  The boy
was lost in his passion and sexual lust.  When I ran the tip of my
fingernails up his sides, I felt his anal muscles convulsing with the rest
of his body.  I paused to bring both of our bodies under control.  As he
gasped for air I nibbled on his ear and lightly stroked his throbbing cock.
With each upstroke, I allowed my thumb to rub around his slit.

When his breathing slowed, I rolled us onto our left sides.  Again
stretching him out, I long stroked him.  I wanted to give him more, but my
body demanded its own release.  He had regained enough bodily control to
tighten his sphincter around my rod with each withdrawal.  I worked him
harder, nibbling his neck and playing with his package to increase his
arousal.  He was reduced to a whining, whimpering boy begging for his final
release.  Feeling his cock swell and the fine contractions of his
sphincter, I bit into his shoulder and branded him.  Almost simultaneously
we reached our peak and orgasmed together.

Keeping my arms wrapped around his young, and now exhausted, body, I held
him till his breathing slowed and we gave in to sleep.



End Ch Thirty-Six

To Be Continued

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