Date: Fri, 1 May 2009 15:44:07 -0700 (PDT)
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Subject: Second Time Around Chapter Thirty-Seven

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Chapter Thirty-Seven: Second Time Around


Letting Michael join what I jokingly referred to as the body beautiful
group seemed to open a whole new set of doors for Michael.  As quickly as
things began to happen, there was no doubt in my mind that they had sat
down and carefully planned everything out.  Each day, when the other boys
were off to their team practices, Michael was with his team pushing
weights.  I didn't know what Billy had the boys doing besides pumping iron,
but whatever it was, Michael had no trouble going to bed on time and
falling into a sound sleep.  His only complaint was that his body wouldn't
stop aching.  Poor boy.

"Boys, before you make any big plans for this weekend, know that Pat's
Nursery will be delivering the rest of the landscape materials this Friday
morning."

"What does that hafta do with us?" Michael asked.  "I thought you said they
were gonna put the plants in."  The others boys snickered, having guessed
what was coming.

"They will be delivering the planting materials and installing those plants
that require a fork lift to move.  The remaining plants will be set in
their approximate locations so that you boys can feel that you helped
contribute to a backyard worthy of being called an oasis."

"What about school and practice?" Michael continued.  The other boys
snickered more, having figured out that I knew their schedules.

"Michael, Friday is a planning day, no school.  Also, no practices or
scheduled events."

"Really?" Michael responded.  His tone told me he probably hadn't thought
that far ahead to realize they had a day off.  Knowing Michael, he was
probably thinking about his next session with Billy and Billy's two
nephews.  Like I have said many times before, a genius IQ with zero common
sense.

"Well, with the nursery people and all of us helping, it shouldn't take
long to get the plants in place.  Then we have the rest of the day to fool
around," Frank commented.

"Did I mention that David will be here Thursday night to lend a hand?
Plus, your grandmother will be here around noon to handle your lunch and
supervise installing the smaller plants and mulch."

"Mulch!?"  Frank's tone changed a little. "You didn't say anything about
mulch; that stuff can itch.  Can't we let the nursery guys put that in?"

"No, we are not going to let the nursery guys mulch the beds.  The smaller
plants have to be put in first and I'm not paying them to stand around
waiting when I have four strong boys here that can handle the job."

"Four," Sean laughed, "that means Eric's gonna be here helpin' too.  Does
he know yet?"

"I don't know," I answered, "ya'll can tell him today."

For some reason, the idea of popping this little surprise on Eric seemed to
make all three of them happy.

"By the way, when you tell him about the plants, you might want to mention
that there's three more pallets of sod coming in at the same time.  Want to
guess who gets the honor of laying it?  Once all that is done, the new
tables, benches and chairs have to be assembled and set up for the cookout
on Saturday.  You guys will need to make sure you have some suitable work
shorts and old tennis shoes, too."

Three boys instantly changed from laughter to groaning.  I smiled.

                                            * * * *

"Rick?  Billy Raulerson."  This was a surprise call.  "Craig told me I
needed to call and have a little talk with you."

"Sounds almost ominous, Billy," I answered.  "Did he say why we needed to
talk?  Is there a problem with Mike?"  Billy laughed before he answered.

"I see your boys keep you as up to date on what they are doing as my
nephews do me.  Nice to know I'm not sitting alone in the dark.  No,
there's no problem with Mike except he gets a little over enthusiastic once
in a while; typical teenager."  Billy continued to laugh.

"No, Craig and Brian called me and said something about you having a
landscaping party Friday and Mike must have asked them to come over.
Somewhere along the way a pool and hot tub worked into the conversation and
Mike told the boys that you let them skinny dip but you don't let their
friends skinny dip unless a parent calls and tells you it's okay."

"Well, to be honest, Billy, I can't remember the last time the boys wore
suits unless their grandmother was at the house.  They prefer going natural
and getting the all over tan.  I know some of their friends think it's
great that I'm so liberal with the boys, but I also know that not all
parents would approve."

"Rick, have you ever seen a body building contest?  If you had you'd
realize none of those guys have a tan line."

"I thought they used makeup or some kind of oil to look like that."

"Some do, but most don't.  Craig and Brian have been allowed to skinny dip,
and actually have run free, pretty much most of their lives.  They've had
talks with your boys and the boys have already told each other they like to
get naked as soon as they hit the front door.  In fact, I hear Michael
likes to start stripping as soon as he gets off the bus."  Billy was
getting a good laugh out of this conversation.

"Interesting what kids will tell one another, isn't it?" I responded.

"Oh yeah, and I'm sure they tell one another a lot of things we don't even
want to think about.  Craig and Brian have a contest coming up in a couple
of weeks.  Why don't you and Mike join us and you can see what the boys are
trying to accomplish.  You can also see that most of the boys don't use
makeup or oil on their bodies and don't have any tan lines either."

"Where's the contest held?"

"It's in Orlando.  This is a small contest and should only take a day, day
and a half at the most.  I entered the boys for them to get experience.  I
asked Mike and he said he'd have to ask you.  My guess is he hasn't said
anything, yet."

"Good guess.  It sounds as though it could be interesting.  The other boys
could stay with Mother if they have games.  I'll talk to him about it."

"Good.  Hope you can make it.  Oh, there's one other thing I guess I should
let you know about, Rick.  Craig and Brian are normal teens, full of
hormones, if you know what I mean.  I know they fool around and do what
comes naturally, but I try to give them some privacy and not say anything.
If the boys decide to try something, you know like form a circle and
'talk', so to speak, I consider that normal.  Just do me a favor and try to
keep an eye on them and make sure they don't hurt themselves and I'd
appreciate it."

When I hung up the phone I had to laugh at what had to be one of the most
unusual phone calls I had ever received at work.  Without really mincing
any words, Billy had told me it was alright for his nephews to run free,
skinny dip, sun bathe au natural, and have sex.  I wondered how much he
really knew about what the boys did, but I had a feeling it was a lot more
than he was telling.  I wasn't going to ask for any more detail.

                                           * * * *

"You know, for an old guy, you have pretty good endurance."

"Careful, young fella.  You're still not too old for me to turn you over my
knee and heat up your seating area."

"Yeah, and you'd probably do it, too."

David's hand reached back; he ran his fingers through my hair.  We had just
finished round two of what had become a ritual for us whenever we managed
to get together.

He arrived just before I got home from work.  He had just enough time to
get naked with the boys and fix himself a glass of wine when I walked in.
Michael was excitedly telling David about the upcoming contest and that he
and I would be going to see it.  When they heard the door open, David
immediately got up to greet me.  I expected him to come, but seeing him
made my day.  He was young, twenty-two this weekend, but I wasn't supposed
to know that.  He wasn't a boy; he was a finely developed, beautiful
specimen of young manhood.  He approached me, and we didn't hesitate to
lock our lips in a passionate kiss.  As we kissed I ran my hands up and
down his smooth, firm back.  They came to rest on his bubble cheeks that I
always admired.

"Give us a break!"  Frank called out.  "You two need ta get a room."  All
the boys started laughing.

"Shut up or I'll move all of you into the garage and lock it," I answered,
causing the boys to laugh even harder.  David broke the kiss and turned to
the boys.

"Actually, we do plan on getting a room.  A very private room without
teenyboppers to annoy us."

"Oooooooooooooo," the boys said in unison.

I tried to give them my 'that's enough' look, which was usually stern
enough to make them become suddenly quiet.  It didn't work, they just
laughed harder.

My normal routine was to come home, get a glass of wine, and then head to
my room to shed the work clothes.  It wasn't unusual for me to take a
quick, hot shower before heading to the kitchen.  This time, David followed
me into my room but took a detour into the shower.  By the time I walked
into the bathroom, the shower was steaming; so was David.  He stood in the
shower with washcloth in hand.

I stepped in and we engaged in another passionate kiss.  His touch alone
was enough for my body to betray my desire.  While we kissed he washed my
back and any other areas he could reach without breaking the kiss.  When he
did break the kiss, his lips moved to my nipples and that wasn't the
washcloth I felt going up and down my shaft.  After washing my shaft, he
chose to help it relax again using the warmth of his mouth and tightness of
his throat.

Standing on tiptoes and leaning against the wall, I rested my fingertips on
his shoulders to keep my balance.  Closing my eyes, I concentrated on the
incredible feelings this young man could give me.  His fingernails trailed
up and down the back of one thigh while his other hand massaged my balls.
I felt a finger trail behind my sac, searching for the entrance to hidden
pleasures.  When he penetrated me, it was too much, and I exploded into
him.  Gasping for air, I felt him raise up and envelope me in his arms.

It took a couple of minutes for my breathing to slow down.  I leaned into
him and bit his neck and suckled; he was branded.  He tasted so fresh and
exciting.  His scent was intoxicating.  Wrapping my hand around his stiff
member, I whispered into his ear.

"I need to taste you.  Now."

                                           * * * *

While we prepared dinner, David kept up with his teasing.  Every time he
walked past me, which was a lot more often than really necessary, he either
stopped a moment to rub his butt against mine, or, if he was facing me,
he'd stop long enough to run the head of his cock up and down my crack or,
if we were facing each other, to give me a light kiss while he fondled my
equipment.  Each time, when he passed me, I turned around and popped him on
the butt.  All of this was much to the delight of the boys.

During dinner, David became even more impish.  We sat across the table from
one another.  While we ate, he decided to play footsies with my private
parts, and showed very little discretion at trying to conceal what he was
doing.  Each time I gave him a 'shooting darts from the eyes' look, he just
smiled and played more games.  The boys were well aware of what he was
doing and they did little to conceal their amusement.  I wasn't sure who
was acting the silliest at the end of dinner, David or the boys.

When it was time for the boys to clear the table and load the dishwasher, I
wasn't surprised to see all four of them sporting full erections.  None of
them was the least bit embarrassed.  The sight did nothing but set David
and myself to laughing.  The boys ran between the kitchen and the table,
clearing and putting things away in record time.  When they were finished,
the boys headed towards their rooms.

"Hey, aren't you guys going to stick around and visit with David?"  I
asked, knowing it was probably a dumb question.

"No way!" Frank retorted.  "After the show you two put on, we figured you
needed some privacy."

"Yeah, and besides," Michael added, "we got our own problems, thanks to
ya'll.  Don't worry 'bout us, we'll get our own thing goin', real fast."

Four boys ran off giggling worse than little girls.

"Well, that took care of them for the evening," David commented, looking
very pleased with himself.  "Any ideas how we should spend our time?" he
asked as he put his foot back in my groin.

When I grabbed his foot, David disappeared under the table.  He reappeared
between my legs and crawled up, straddling my lap.

"You are really trying to put on a show for the boys, aren't you?"

"Hah!  You've got to be kidding!" He replied.  "What makes you think those
boys are even giving us a second thought right now?  They aren't any more
thinking of us than I am them.  My thoughts are focused strictly on us and
some of the very lewd things I thought we might try."

As soon as he shut his mouth, we were in a lip lock with him humping his
raging hardon into my stomach and my own raging hardon.  He was acting
ravenous, as though he couldn't bury his tongue in my mouth deep enough.  I
didn't do anything to discourage him either.  After a few minutes, I placed
a hand under each buttock and we stood.  He locked his legs around my waist
as I carried him over to the sofa.  Setting him on the back of the sofa, I
pushed him down so his shoulders lay on the lower cushions.

"Now you are in for it, young man.  Time for me to cool you down."

"Promises, promises."

I looked down at David and, for the umpteenth time, couldn't help but
wonder why such a beautiful young man would want to pick me, someone so
much older than he, as his lover.  Actually, to say we were just lovers is
demeaning.  Over a very short period of time we had learned to understand
the other.  We could look at one another and almost guess what the other
was thinking or how he was feeling.  We had a very special type of
relationship.  The kind most people can only hope for.  The kind I was very
thankful for.

Tonight, the mature twenty-one, going on thirty, David was not with me.
Tonight, he was almost twenty-two going on fifteen.  He was hot, horny,
full of mischief.  The look in his eyes said 'do with me as you wish; just
love me and possess me'.  He was full of life and made me feel like the
luckiest man on this earth; I was.

We started with his butt on the back of the sofa and him lying backwards.
I reached down and nibbled at his nipples as he drew a sharp breath between
clenched teeth.  When I tried to straighten up, he wrapped his arms around
me and held on tightly.  His kiss was ravenous.  It was like he was a sex
addict who couldn't give enough.  I was willing to give all I had and then
some, if possible.

We became worse than two horny teens lost in a world of lust.  We groped,
kissed, nibbled and pawed each other; not caring where we were or how much
noise we made.  We rolled onto the sofa and then onto the floor.  We
couldn't be still for more than thirty seconds, each needing more of the
other.

I don't know when I carried him to the bedroom and I don't know how long we
rolled around on the bed.  I do know that each of us was having orgasms
that spewed our juices over one another; juices we used like a body rub or
licked as a treat.  Near the end, I lay on top of him, he lay on his
stomach.  He pushed back against me, wanting penetration.  I held back,
teasing him until I needed to feel his strong muscles holding my manhood.

Sliding in gently, I enjoyed feeling his warmth and tightness spread
through my whole being.  Rolling to my side, I stretched him as far and
tight as I could.  He groaned, a groan of satisfaction and desire.  My
hands roamed over his solid body, unable to feel and touch him enough.  I
plunged into him in long, slow strokes and plowed him as hard as I could.
The whole time he begged for more.  It was ecstasy.  I never wanted it to
end, but end it must.

"You know, for an old guy, you have pretty good endurance."


                                           * * * *

Friday morning found me alert, but not necessarily anxious to get out of
bed.  David and I were no longer coupled, but he remained spooned in my
front.  When I started to move, he gripped my forearm and held on.

"You realize that if you move and disturb my rest, that I may as well get
up, too.  Right?"

"Sorry, Sleeping Beauty, but some of us have to work.  Besides, the nursery
people should be here soon and the boys need to be rousted and fed."  A
statement I emphasized with a good pop to his butt.

"Hey!  That's considered a rude way to wake someone."

"Poor baby," was my only response as I rose to the smell of fresh coffee
brewing and staggered into the bathroom.

Half way through my shaving ritual, David appeared with a hot cup of coffee
for each of us.  He hadn't bothered to dress, which was no surprise.

Setting the cups of coffee on the vanity, he quickly brushed his teeth and
then turned around to start the shower.  My preference was always to shave
before I showered, but I knew some people preferred the opposite.  When I
finished shaving and stepped toward the shower, I saw David shaving while
showering.  I stopped and stared for a minute when I realized that this was
actually the first time I had even seen him shave.  When he finished
shaving his face, he reached down and began to shave around his balls.
Again, something I had never observed him doing.  Interesting.

As I stepped into the shower he just looked up at me and smiled with one of
those looks that asked why it took me so long.  Waiting to see what he
planned on doing, I was a little surprised when he dropped to one knee and
put my very flaccid manhood in his mouth.

"Heh!  We don't have time for any funny stuff right now.  Didn't you get
enough last night?" I asked, trying to pull my groin away from his fist.

"That was last night.  This is this morning.  While I'd like to play some
more, right now we need to get ready for the nursery people you said."

"Then why are you sucking on me?"

"Just to get you a little hard.  It's easier to keep the pleasure toy out
of the way when it's inflated some.  There's less chance of cutting you
while I shave your balls."

"What makes you think I want my balls shaved?"

"You may not, but I do.  After all, I'm the one who usually has his mouth
down there, not you.  It's not much fun using pubes as dental floss, ya
know."

It had been along time since I kept my sac shaved.  I remembered doing it
in high school to keep the pubes from getting trapped by the jock strap.
When I dressed, I felt the real reason that I shaved my sac.  The boys
shaved themselves, thinking it was sexy but claiming it was for health
reasons.  Bull!  If it felt half as good to them as it felt to me, I know
why they shaved themselves.

When I opened the door to the boys' room, I wasn't surprised to find four
naked boys sprawled out all over the bed.  Their positions and the smell in
the room told me what they had been doing during the night.  I had to laugh
when I looked and saw all four boys had raging morning wood.  If I had had
the time, I would have stayed around to see how they aligned themselves
around the bowl for relief.  Morning wood was always a problem for any boy.

Four shirtless boys wearing cutoff jeans that had to be at least one or two
sizes too small for each of them, and ragged sneakers, managed to stagger
their way to the breakfast bar.  Looking at the boys, I was willing to bet
that not one of them was wearing any underwear.  David was dressed the same
except he did have a t-shirt on.

"Guys, why are you still looking like you're half asleep?  You went to bed
plenty early enough last night."

Frank and Sean looked at one another while Eric and Mike seemed to stare
into space.

"Dad, do you have any idea how much noise ya'll made last night?  I bet the
neighbors could hear everything."

"Baloney, this house doesn't have paper-thin walls.  The neighbors wouldn't
hear a thing."

"Your neighbors inside the house sure did," Frank commented, causing the
others to break into snickers.

"Okay, smartass.  I doubt seriously the four of you were exactly innocent
last night."

"No; just jealous," Sean commented sheepishly, smiling.

"Alright, I can see now that the best thing for me to do is go to work.
David, my apologies for leaving you in this position, but the boys are all
yours.  Do with them as you wish."

"Oooooooo, how 'bout how we wish?" Mike asked with a smirk.

I ignored him and gathered my things to leave.

"Hey, Dad!"  Mike again.  "Craig and Brian might come over ta help; okay?"
.

"There's no might to it.  Billy and I already talked.  Just remember to
keep your clothes on.  The nursery people will be here soon and your
grandmother will be here around lunch time.  I'm sure I won't hear anything
embarrassing from her.  Right?"

"Yes, sir!" rang out in unison, including David.

Why I bothered to go to work became a mystery, after the sixth call from
one of the boys asking me questions.  There was no way I could answer them,
unless I was back home and able to see what was really happening.  Finally,
I told the boys to have David call me.  He wasn't aware that the boys had
been calling that much; he had been busy working.  I let him know to use
his best judgment.  If no one could decide where something should go, set
it aside until I got home.  Most importantly, forbid the boys to call me
unless one of them was about to bleed to death.

All calls ceased and it became eerily quiet, almost discomfortingly quiet.
I didn't know what was more annoying, the calls or the quiet.  Finally, I
gave up and called the house.

"Hello, Richard.  Are you having a good day?"

"Mother?  How did you know . . .  I understand, the caller ID."

"That is why you had the feature added.  Right?"

"Okay, I admit that I spoke before I thought.  Why are the boys laughing so
hard?  Sounds like they're having a real party."

"Well, for one, they are enjoying their lunch.  For another, they told me
about this morning's calls and that you forbid them to call again unless
one of them was dieing.  I told them how that would turn around on you and
you proved me right.  You had to call and see what was going on and make
sure everything was okay.  You are a natural worrier."  The boys continued
to laugh harder as Mother talked.  There was no room for me to say
anything.

"Okay, so I'll admit that I'd rather be there than here and the boys are
getting a good laugh on me.  I'll assume that you have a couple of extra
boys there and everything is going okay?"

"Craig and Brian are here and everyone is doing well.  Richard, you know
these boys, they are Patti Bell's twins.  Have you forgotten that Patti
Bell used to be Patti Raulerson?"

"Actually, I never made the connection.  Come to think of it, though, her
boys were just a few months younger than Mike.  Billy said they were his
nephews, but I just didn't make the connection."

"Well, David is handling the boys nicely and I think when you get home you
will find things to be, shall we say, quite amusing.  As soon as the boys
finish their lunch we'll finish with the planting and I'll be headed home."

"You won't be there when I get in?"

"Only if you plan on being home within the next two or three hours.  Once I
have everything lined up and well along, I'll leave everything in David's
hands and then enjoy it at the gathering."

"Okay, I won't ask any more.  I know you're not going to tell me what's
going on and that also means it's nothing serious.  Thanks for the help
and, I guess, we'll see you tomorrow."

The suspense was a little more than I wanted to bear all afternoon.
Finally, at a little past three, I decided to head for home.  I pulled up
to the garage, but left the car sitting outside.  The only car there,
besides mine, was David's, which meant Mother had gone home.  When I walked
into the house, David was inside, watching all the boys outside.  He heard
me come in and turned, placing his finger over his lips as a signal for me
to be quiet.  Setting my coat on the back of a chair, I walked up behind
David and wrapped my arms around his naked body.

"Hey, watch out," he whispered "I've been working outside and I'm dirty."

"That's okay, you still feel good even if you do stink a little."  That got
me a light elbow in the ribs.

"Watch the boys, particularly Mike and Eric."

I glanced at Mike, Sean, Frank and Eric, but took a hard look at two boys I
couldn't remember having seen before.  All of them were naked, which made
me laugh to myself.  I wondered how many seconds Mother had been gone
before that happened.  The two new boys were definitely twins and
definitely worked out with weights.  Both boys were well built, beautifully
tanned with no noticeable tan lines, and definitely chic magnets.

Mother said they were Patti Bell's boys.  I remembered Patti married a man
who looked as though he was Greek or, at least, came from one of the
Mediterranean countries.  Their tans had an olive tone.  Their hair was
very dark, with one boy having fairly short, wavy hair, while the other had
short curly, almost kinky, hair.  When they turned so I could get a good
look at their faces, both boys had crystal blue eyes and teeth that should
be in commercials.  I was willing to bet the fathers of most teen girls
would pay for someone to keep these boys locked up!

"Watch Eric," David whispered over his shoulder.  After a moment he added,
"Think we need to get him a bib for all the drooling he's doing over the
twins?"

Eric was stumbling all over himself watching the twins.  He was also moving
around with a less than flaccid boy part.  Eric was definitely caught up in
some hero worship.

Mike was caught up in some conversation with the twins.  They appeared to
be doing more than a little flexing for one another, showing off their
muscles.  When the twins stepped from behind a plant, it was obvious that
nature had blessed them with a little more than the average appendage.
They weren't as well developed as Mike or Frank, but they were nicely hung.
It was also apparent the boys did some esthetic shaving of their pubes to
the point that they hardly had any.  One of the twins appeared to be
subconsciously stroking himself which caused David and me to break out
laughing.  When we did, the boys saw us and came running inside; all except
the one boy who decided to dive into the pool and lose his embarrassment.

Michael came inside with his muscles flexed so tight it was a wonder they
didn't hurt.  Next to him was one of the twins flexing his pecs, making
them alternately bounce.  I knew exactly which wise-ass son had put him up
to that.  Frank, the wise-ass, followed them smiling like a Cheshire cat,
followed by Sean while Eric came in last.  That boy was definitely going to
need a drool towel.

"Hey, Dad," Mike greeted me with a big smile.  "This is Brian."

"Hey, Brian, nice to meet you.  I'll assume the one standing in the
doorway, dripping all over my floor is Craig?"

"Oops. Sorry, sir," Craig called out.

"That's alright, Craig, I'm used to it with these four." I turned to the
other boys.  "Would someone like to get Craig a towel, please?"

Craig barely brushed, as with most boys, the towel over his body and then
walked inside.

"I know this is a silly question and you've heard more times than you can
count, but how do people tell you two apart?"

I knew it was a silly question and the boys proved it when all of them
broke into silly giggling fits.  When they calmed down, Brian was kind
enough to give me an answer, sort of.

"Actually, sir, a lot of people can't tell us apart when we decide to do
our hair the same.  Sometimes, we play tricks on people by telling them
we're the other."

"There is a way to tell 'em apart though, Dad," Frank interjected.  Frank's
tone, alone, told me he was looking forward to this. "Look at their dicks;
Brian has a beauty mark on the top of his shaft."

This brought hilarious laughter from the boys and a stern look from me.  It
was not my intent to examine their boy parts.  David sat on the side
enjoying the show.

"It's really true, sir.  Our dad had it done to me when we were babies so
he could tell us apart."  Brian proceeded to slide his hand under the shaft
and present his beauty mark to me.

"Guys, do me a favor and go back to doing whatever it was you were doing
before I interrupted you.  I'll assume Craig and Brian are staying for
supper?"

"Yeah, Dad; they're stayin' the night too, okay?"

I just waved my hand at them and headed for my bedroom, wondering what the
night would bring.  David followed me with a glass of wine.

"Rick, you should have been here this afternoon.  Eric has been drooling
over the twins all afternoon.  Right after your mother left and the boys
stripped down, I thought Eric would lose his teeth if he had dentures, when
he saw those two boys naked.  He seems to be really impressed with their
tans, muscles, and particularly how they shave themselves."

"Well, Eric is still a little young and learning.  Since his father was
such a jerk, he's just now getting to observe other boys and learning that
regardless of what the constitution says, in some respects, not all men, or
boys, are created equal.  Now, how was your day?"

The question was more to redirect the conversation.  As I asked, I tossed
my shirt into the hamper and then wrapped an arm around David for a warm
kiss.  He didn't disappoint me and, not surprisingly, physical parts began
to betray marvelous thoughts.

"I know someone who could use a nice hot shower and clean off a coating of
dirt and sweat before dinner," I commented.

"Is there an offer in that observation?"

"Absolutely," I answered.

We didn't have a lot of time; there were six teenagers that would be
clamoring for food before long.  There was enough time, though, for me to
run my hands over his firm, smooth pecs and back around to those beautiful
bubble cheeks.  I always enjoyed the silky feel of youthful skin and when
it was backed by muscle, firm enough to give just a little definition, I
couldn't help but have to take a little taste.  My problem was that a
little taste usually led to a need for more and to having a very firm
muscle massaging my tonsils.  This was no exception.

As David and I walked back into the family room and toward the kitchen,
Michael came in with the twins.

"Hey, Dad.  We're gonna get cleaned up and we got somethin' to show ya."

"Okay, but remember to have consideration for the other boys.  They'll
probably want to get cleaned up before dinner, also."

David had already anticipated the twins would at least be with us for
dinner and pulled out extra steaks and had them marinating.  While he
worked on the steaks, I pulled out ingredients for a salad and corn on the
cob.  I always enjoyed corn on the cob cooked on a grill.  We worked away,
listening to the boys play and laugh out by the pool.  I made it a point to
walk outside and admire their work.  They had been at it most of the day
and did an excellent job.  Standing on the patio, I was admiring the
gardens while David adjusted the grill; Mike stepped outside.

"Hey, dad, what d'ya think.  Pretty cool, huh?"

Mike and the twins came out wearing white thongs.  I looked and Mike and he
took that as a cue to pose for me.  He hit a couple of poses, flexed his
muscles, and turned around to show me his butt.  Standing with feet about
fifteen inches apart, fist on hips, he began to flex his glutes.  The twins
stepped to either side of Mike and shadowed his movements.

When he turned around, I noticed the material wasn't quite enough to cover
the very base of Little Mikey and left little to the imagination.  Looking
at the twins, I understood why they had taken on the task of conquering
pubes.  It was obvious that Mike was shaved clean.  The other boys stood
behind the posing trio and tried to stifle their laughs.

David stepped in front of me with this huge smile and handed me a much
needed second glass of wine.


End Ch Thirty-Seven

To Be Continued

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