Date: Wed, 26 Aug 2009 16:17:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Second Time Around Chapter Forty-One

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Chapter Forty-One: Second Time Around


David didn't move in with us right away; he still had job commitments in
Orlando that had to be honored.  Once I popped the question, I had
expected, wanted, him to move right in.  Each day that we had to wait felt
like a week.  However, any time he had two days off work, he was with us.
I thought it was interesting how quickly everyone adapted.  It was as
though he had been with us the whole time.

Routines didn't change too much.  There were still track meets, swimming
meets, and ball games to attend.  In the beginning David and I ran the mad
routine to be there for all of the boys.  We were happy that Mike's body
builder shows were only once every month or so.  David and I also figured
out fairly quickly that if we split the meets, games and shows, each of us
covering them separately, we weren't nearly so tired and the boys were just
as happy.

The time finally came when David's internship was coming to an end.  On one
of his visits he brought a large file of papers.  When I looked at it he
told me it was applications for jobs and brochures.

"If you're ready for a good job, it wouldn't be any problem to . . . ."

"No," David interrupted me.  He wasn't rude, but his tone did give the
simple word a sound of finality.  "Would you want your mother calling
around and arranging a job for you?  Besides, we go to the often enough
that it would almost be like returning to work and trying to socialize and
relax.  Work time and relaxing time should be separated."

"Why do I get the strange feeling that you've been talking with Mother.
That sounds exactly like something she would say."

"And, it's good advice.  Now, what's for dinner?  I'm starved."

"Geeeesh, you're starting to sound just like the boys."  I reached over to
pop him with a hand towel I had used to dry my hands, but he ducked.  When
I put the towel down, he returned for a welcome kiss.

"We could skip the meal and concentrate on something else," I suggested.

"Do you think the boys would mind going without their food?"  He smiled; he
knew the boys.

It was just over a week later that I arrived home at the end of my work day
to find a small U-Haul van towing a very familiar looking Honda parked in
my driveway.

"Hey, Dad!  Guess who's here ta stay," Mike yelled out, sounding worse than
a little kid.

What I noticed, though, was that his boy parts were anything but little.
When I walked into the family room there was David in all his natural glory
doing one of his dances for the boys.  Sean was sitting on the sofa with
the same predicament as Mike.  Frank was grinning like a Cheshire cat and
appeared to have a death grip on Little Frankie, which wasn't so little at
the moment.  David stopped his dance when he saw me walk in.

"Sorry, I was just entertaining the boys."

"Oh, from the looks of them, I'd say you were doing a good job, too."

The boys giggled while David came up and wrapped his arms around my neck.
Suddenly, I had the same problem as the boys; David seemed to have that
effect on me.  David and I were busy raping one another's mouths when Mike,
typically, stated the obvious.

"Guess what, Dad.  David's here ta stay."  I was sure he had already told
me that.

"Well, since he's already made himself comfortable and at home, I guess we
should let him stay.  At least for the night, don't you?"

Mike got this dumbfounded look on his face.  I knew I would never
understand how I could have a son that was so extremely intelligent, yet so
thick sometimes.  School was due to be over in another week; I couldn't
wait to see his teachers' comments.  I knew what the grades would be.

"Okay, guys, don't you boys think we should at least bring David's things
inside so he can begin making himself at home?"

"We already did that," Mike answered.  "He was here when we got home from
school and already had most of it done.  We only had ta get a suitcase or
somethin' each and it was all done.  Besides, how much more at home can he
get?  He's naked and doin' a great sexy dance."

"What about the car still being hitched to the truck?"  I asked, trying not
to burst out in laughter.

"Oh, well, my intent was to turn in the truck and drive the car back here;
the boys kind of distracted me, and one thing led to another, and the next
thing you know none of us is wearing anything, and . . ."

"And the next thing you know you're teaching them another of your sexy
dances.  Right?"  I commented.

"Pretty much, except I wasn't teaching them a new dance.  I was showing
them how to do a couple of the moves properly and it was easier doing it
naked.  Speaking of which, you aren't," he answered with a mischievous
grin.

"I thought this might be a good time for a celebration.  If you guys would
like to put on some clothes, we could . . . ."

"Uh-uh," David interrupted.  "We already have steaks marinating and the
grill is heating up now.  We thought it would be a good time for a party,
too, but at home; more comfortable that way.  Need some help getting
naked?"

"If it was you helping me, those steaks might not get cooked until next
week," I answered with a smile.

"Ooooooooo," Frank jumped in, "Dad's getting' horny and makin' a pass at
David."

"Go, Dad," Mike added.  "Think you can handle it?"

He never knew when to stop.  I turned and started towards him.  He bolted
outside, slamming the sliding glass door in the process.  The other boys
were laughing their butts off.

During dinner David told us that his boss was being promoted and would take
over one of the departments at the company's resort in Sawgrass.  David had
been offered a position there, also.  He wanted to ride out to the resort,
take a tour and meet some of the people.  If he accepted the position he
would report for work in three weeks.  If he didn't, well, that was why he
had a folder full of brochures.

After dinner we sat on the patio by the pool.  The boys, except Mike, were
jumping in and out of the pool.  Mike was lazing on a lounger.  He flexed
his glutes, bouncing his butt to the music only he could hear through the
headset he wore.  I was straddling one of the loungers with David sitting
behind me.  David was giving me a very relaxing massage.  The sun wasn't
down yet, it sat just on the top of the trees, and I could feel its warmth.
The glass of wine in my hand probably contributed to the relaxed feeling I
had at the moment.

As David worked his fingers into my shoulder muscles, I could feel him
moving forward, little by little.  He teased me some by running a
fingernail down my side which always gave me goose-bumps.  Sometimes I
would shiver, which just encouraged him to do more.  His idea of more was
to run the edge of his fingernail into the upper part of my crack.  The
only way to describe David at a time like this was to say he was a tease
and definitely hot.

I relaxed enough that I had become oblivious to anything going on around
me.  I was aware that David's massage and his teasing were becoming more
and more sexual; I didn't object.  Frank snapped me out of my peaceful
state.

"Don't you two think you need a room?"

"Huh?"  My intelligent answer.

Suddenly, I realized that it wasn't David's finger that I felt running up
and down my crack.  I wiggled my butt and then lifted up a little.  David
was no longer teasing the outside of my crack.  I sat back down and
squeezed, hard.  What I squeezed was hard also, really hard, and warm.

"Oh, God, Dad."  Frank acted as though he might be a little offended; he
wasn't a good actor and Little Frankie rose to testify to that..

The next thing I felt was David's body pressed firmly against my back.  His
legs were wrapped around me and over my thigh.  He locked his ankles
together and started doing one of his little dances, humping me in the
process.  Then Mike had to join into all this.

"Shit . . .ohhhh shit,shit, shit . . .aaaaaggggghhhhh . . .ooohhhh fuck,
fuck."  Mike was pounding on Little Mikey like a mad-man.

"He's gonna blow," Frank announced as he bounced his own boyhood back and
forth..

"Don't waste it!" Sean cried out.

Mike erupted like a volcano.  White lava shot into the air.  It wasn't just
a little, it was a LOAD.  Sean was stumbling all over himself trying to get
to Mike while Frank was laughing his head off.  Sean got to Mike and went
down on Little Mikey in one gulp.  Mike cried out when he felt Sean's warm
mouth on Little Mikey, grabbed Sean's head, and began humping his face like
a rabbit in heat.

David moved his hands from my shoulders to wrap his arms around my chest.
I felt him flick a fingernail over the tip of my nipples; it felt like a
bolt of electricity hitting me.  He stopped the flicking and clamped down
on each nipple, pulling and twisting.  I was so hard it wasn't funny.  When
he tried to brand me on the side of my neck, it was too much.

Grabbing his ankles, I separated his legs and turned to face him.  He lay
back and waited for me.  I didn't even go with a kiss.  Laying on him and
turning at the same time we went to the sixty-nine position.  Rolling to
our sides, we deep-throated one another.  I heard the boys grunting and
moaning and assumed someone was getting their butt pounded.  I was too busy
to see who.  Did it really matter?

Placing my right arm over David's side, I pressed into the small of his
back.  He didn't let that bother him as he tried to pound away at my
throat.  I gasped for air each time he pulled back.  I didn't have to pound
away at him.  He had both hands on my hips pistoning my rod down his
throat.  When did he breathe?

I sucked on him for all I was worth.  He had my left arm trapped under his
body but I could still reach around and tickle his crack, which I did
without reservation.  He moaned and whimpered; the pitch told me when he
was getting close.  When he erupted I went over the edge myself.  David
didn't hold me in, but pushed back on my hips so that I shot over his face
and torso.  When we were both spent, we lay there gasping for air.

David turned and got on his knees.  He rolled me onto my back and stuck his
nipple in my face.

"Big boy want a treat?" he teased.  I heard the boys laugh.

'Big boy' grabbed 'young boy' and pulled him down.  I then rolled over and
stood with David cradled in my arms.  Without a word I turned and ran for
the pool.  Jumping in the pool, we were quickly joined by the boys and the
water fight began.

                                           * * * *

When I woke the next morning, I was alone.  Looking at the clock, I quickly
realized that I had overslept by more than a half hour.  The boys would be
up and getting ready for school.  Usually, by now I had their breakfast
ready for them to swallow and take off.  When I walked into the kitchen the
boys were ready for school and eating bacon, eggs, English muffins and
juice.  David stood on the other side of the counter with a cup of coffee.
When he saw me, he poured me a cup and gave me a quick good morning kiss on
the cheek.

"How long have you guys been up?"

"Normal time," Frank answered.  "David heard us and came out.  He said you
were asleep and he turned off the alarm to let you rest."

"Yeah, we figured you were worn out after last night," Mike added.  "Guess
you just can't keep up like ya used to, huh?"  I just looked at him.

"OW!" Mike cried out as Sean buried an elbow in his side. "What'd I do?"

"Do?" I asked.  "Nothing, but you may want to consider taking off for
school before this worn out old man decides to turn you over his knee."

Mike just looked at me like he didn't have the slightest idea why I would
say that to him.  The other boys just stared him down.  You could tell when
the light went on in his brain.

"No, Dad, not that.  I mean, I didn't mean it like that.  You see, all I
really meant ta say was . .  ."

"Mike, do yourself a favor and don't risk digging the hole any deeper.  Do
what your father suggested," Sean advised.

"So, what are your plans for the day?" I asked after the boys left and we
wandered onto the patio to finish our coffee.

"I thought I might get rid of the truck and then take that ride out to
Sawgrass and tour the resort.  Assuming I could time it right, I thought I
might call this guy I know and see if he wanted to take me out to lunch."

"Anyone I know?"

"Prob'bly.  I hear he's kind of pretty well known in these parts, at least
in the financial circles.  Seems he's got a pretty good reputation for
being a very pleasant, even kind of guy; even raised some kids on his own."

"Huummph, some people will do almost anything to get their name out there.
When you see him, why don't you ask him home for dinner.  Sounds like a
pretty decent guy to me."

"I think so," he answered as he straddled my lap.  "I hear he's got a
pretty hot boyfriend, too.  They say he's a real sex fiend."

"Sounds like this guy oughta calm his boy-friend down.  Maybe spike his
food with some salt-peter," I answered as I popped him on the side of his
hip.

"Ow!  That stings!"

"Well, let me help you cool it down," I offered as I picked him up and
threw him in the pool.  I felt the water he slung at me hit my back as I
walked away.

                                           * * * *

At some point I knew I would have to let the whole family know that David
was now living with us.  Deep down I was rather hoping that the boys would
take care of that little issue for me and wasn't too sure that they hadn't.
I knew that Mike, Frank and Sean would see Eric at school.  If they managed
to not say anything to Eric, that would surprise me, almost as much as
finding out that Eric hadn't told his mother and grandmother.  Like me,
David figured that everyone already knew, but we should get the formalities
behind us.  The decision was made to have a cookout the first Saturday
after school was out; in other words, in one week.

We had held many cookouts at our house and normally viewed them as routine.
This was a little different.  The boys were talking between themselves
worse than a gaggle of girls.  I noticed that the boys seemed to be going
to David and asking him a few things.  The fact that they asked David
didn't bother me.  What bothered me was the whispering and looking over
their shoulders.  Something was up.  As we moved through the week, these
activities seemed to increase.

On Wednesday evening we made a menu for the cookout.  David added a few
things that we didn't normally prepare.  He said he wanted to add some of
his own special touches; who was I to argue?  That's when I got my first
surprise.

"Instead of making this a party about just us, why don't we let the boys
invite a couple friends over too," David suggested.

"I don't know," I answered with genuine concern.  "Not everyone may be
accepting of our relationship and life-style.  I don't want the boys
running into any hassles."

"Oh, c'mon, Dad.  You know most of our friends know that we fool around
some," Frank volunteered.  Thankfully, when he said 'we' he pointed to
himself and the other boys.  "Remember, most boys like ta play around some
and have fun.  I don't know a boy yet that doesn't like gettin' his rocks
off.  Besides, in today's world, our generation doesn't care about people
bein' gay.  Some do object to the flamers, but you act normal and no one
cares.  We see guys walkin' 'round holdin' hands all the time."

How was I supposed to argue?  I didn't, but I was still a little uneasy.

Thursday was their day to shop.  The only reason this got my attention was
that the boys were never that anxious to go grocery shopping with me.  They
would go, but not with the degree of enthusiasm I was witnessing.

The answer to all the unusual activity came on Saturday, of course.  Eric
had stayed over Friday night.  Everyone was up and moving about early.  I
felt David get up and decided to play possum so they had the opportunity to
do whatever it was they were planning.  After a few minutes I smelled the
aroma of freshly brewed coffee.  That was a wakeup call if there ever was
one.

I expected to find the boys sitting at the breakfast bar in their normal
state of undress, feeding their faces.  Instead, they were all outside
moving things around.  David was sitting at the breakfast bar watching
them.  Everyone was in the house uniform – their birthday suits.

"Sit and have some coffee."  He poured me a cup.

"Thanks.  What are the boys up to?"

"As far as you're concerned right now, nothing.  It's a surprise they've
been putting together for you.  I'm supposed to keep you occupied and
inside the house until they decide you can look."  Before he finished his
statement he pulled the drapes closed.

"I'm not supposed to believe that you had nothing to do with all this, am
I?"

"That's strictly up to you.  I'm not saying anything, except, when it's
time to dress, there is a little surprise for you.  I'm allowed to tell you
that much."

"Okay, so while I'm sitting here, in the dark, you going to cook me some
breakfast?"

"You can have the same thing as the boys.  I baked some cinnamon rolls.
The only thing I don't have occupied preparing for this afternoon is the
microwave."

"Are you telling me that Michael is out there eating cinnamon rolls?"
David just looked at me and grinned.  "Will miracles never cease?"

The door bell rang and I looked at the clock, it was only ten.  Just then,
Mike came running through, trying to wrap a towel around his naked butt
while running.

"Mike!  You need to . . . . ," I heard the door open.

"Hey, Mike.  Your dad up yet?"

I recognized Billy's voice.  Then I heard his nephews.  Why did everyone
think I was in the habit of sleeping late?  I had teenage boys that almost
demanded to be fed right after the sun brightened the horizon.  Billy
walked in and I didn't even bother with trying to cover myself.  He looked
through the now partially open drapes and saw the other boys outside.

"Rick, the boys didn't tell us it was going to be a nudist party," he
joked.

"Cool!" Craig and Brian said almost in unison as they began to strip.

"It's not a nudist party.  Ladies, including my mother and sister, will be
over later."

"That's okay, Mr. G, we brought swim suits.  But, until then, can we
. . . .?"

"That's up to your uncle."

"Go ahead, boys; it's not like you don't do it most of the time anyway.
You guys head outside and help set things up.  Us adults are going for
another cup of starter fluid."  Billy stepped over and took the stool next
to mine as he shook my hand.

"You know I feel kinda strange.  I'm the only one wearing clothes."

"That's okay, Billy, we'll be dressing in just a few minutes.  Right now
I'm waiting to see what the boys are doing outside."

"They didn't tell you how they wanted to decorate?"

"Nope.  No one told me," I said looking directly at David who was busy
looking innocent.  "Evidently I'm the only one that doesn't know."

"Be patient," Billy said, "you'll love it.  I hear that David and the boys
put a lot of work into this.  They wanted this to be special."  Billy then
turned away from me.

"Hey, David, I hear you're part of the family now.  Congratulations."

"Thanks.  I'm trying to dress the part," David joked as he turned and
showed his naked butt.

"You got my vote," Billy responded.  Somehow I was beginning to feel like
an outsider.  Was everyone in on this?

The boys finally stepped inside the patio door and announced that the patio
was ready for viewing; at least, most of it.  I have to admit to being
almost stupefied by what I saw.  It seems we were having a South Pacific
themed cookout, Southern style.  The tables and chairs had been rearranged.
Small palms flanked the grill.  On the tables were coconuts set on palm
fronds.  Interwoven in the fronds were orchids and Birds of Paradise.  In
the middle of the main table was a huge shell which looked real but was
actually plastic.  The shell was half full of ice.  On the ice were boiled
shrimp and oysters.  Leis were randomly placed on furniture or hanging from
something.  Tiki lamps surrounded the patio-pool area, waiting to be lit.
There were some flowers floating in the pool.

"Where on earth did all this come from?" I asked.

"We did a little shopping this week while you were at work.  Good thing you
don't go in the garden shed much," Frank commented.

"Yeah, and David used some of his contacts ta get things like the big
shell.  You don't find those things many places.  Wait'll ya see the
flowers in the pool.  At night they light up and turn different colors,"
Eric added.

"Guys, all I can say is that you did one helluva job.  This really looks
good."

The boys beamed from ear to ear.  I could tell by the way they looked at
David that he was the one that was really behind it all.  He sat back and
let the boys enjoy it.

"Okay, guys, time to get dressed.  We have guests coming soon."

I didn't react since I expected Mother and Bonnie to come.  Of course, how
did Billy and his nephews get here?  My mind rolled back to the
conversation we had Wednesday night, but no one said they had actually
invited other people.  The boys headed to their rooms with Craig and Brian
grabbing up their clothes and following.  David took me by the arm and
pointed me towards our bedroom.

"Back in a minute, Billy.  There's coffee on the counter and beer in the
fridge," David called back over his shoulder.  "I think Rick's in a bit of
shock for some reason and we need to get dressed."

"David," I turned towards him when we reached our room and closed the door.
"The boys never told me they actually invited someone."

"We told them they could Wednesday night, remember?  No one told them they
had to report when or who they invited.  Just relax, we'll be fine.  What's
the difference between this cookout and when we go to the club?  You know,
if having me around is going to make you this uncomfortable and paranoid,
maybe this was a mistake."

That was enough to shock me.  I thought about it for a minute and realized
that he was right.  We had gone to the club many times, the whole group.
If people didn't know what was happening by now, they had to be dense.  I
pulled him into my arms and kissed him.  Then I popped him on the butt,
hard.

"Ow!  Why this time?"

"Don't ever say that again."  I pulled him in for another kiss.

We both moaned as sensitive parts touched.  God, he felt good.  The heat he
generated could set my body on fire in an instant.  We had to separate and
start dressing or the cookout would have to proceed without us.

Little did I know that this was to be a day of surprises.  When I started
to dress, David stopped me.

"The boys and I did some shopping.  After talking about it a little, we
decided it was time to bring you up to date, and up to 'cool'.  Rick, you
don't seem to realize it, but you one good lookin' dude.  I bet I'm gonna
have to worry about younger fellas making passes at you wherever we go."
Okay, so he was real good at stroking the ego.

"You keep yourself fit and trim, nice tan.  We decided you needed some
clothes to match.  By the way, your mom knows about these clothes, too.
She gave her unequivocal stamp of approval."

I knew I might be in trouble with Mother's stamp of approval.  The problem
with her approval is that it could either be Victorian, or ultra modern; I
never knew.  David brought out a pair of white linen slacks, double pleated
and cuffs.  The shirt was a white gauze linen that was what I called
semi-see-through or shadowy.  Shadowy because if you looked closely, you
could see body hair if the wearer had any, defined muscle, the navel and
the nipple.  The shirt was long sleeve and missing the top three buttons.
He then gave me a brown belt and brown sandals.  Jewelry consisted of my
watch and a gold necklace.  I really wanted to ask him if he wanted me to
wear an earring, but I was afraid I might hurt his feelings.

I wasn't too sure about all this until I saw David donning a similar
outfit.  Where mine was a true white, his was done in a bone color that
went well with his darker complexion.  After looking at him for a couple of
minutes, my mind began to wander and my body wanted to react.  He was
absolutely gorgeous.  If I wasn't head over heels in love with him now, I
was just plain stupid.  When I turned to see myself in the mirror again, I
had to admit that I didn't look bad myself.  Actually, I decided that I
liked the look.

The boys rejoined us about ten minutes after David and I joined Billy, who
was sitting on the patio sipping a glass of wine.  David and I each took a
glass and sat with him.  Then I got my next surprise.  Soon as I saw the
boys the surprise must have registered on my face because David started
laughing and looked more than just a little satisfied with himself.

The boys came out wearing shorts and shirts done in the same material as my
clothes.  The big difference in their shirts was that while mine was long
sleeve, theirs had only a slight cap over the shoulder.  They were missing
the same buttons and there was plenty of chest showing.  I think their
shirts may have been more see through because I had no trouble at all
seeing the outline of their nipples.  They had the brown belt, but no
sandals; all of them were barefoot which really fit the look for them.
Rather than a gold necklace, each of them wore their thong necklaces.

All four boys wore white shorts and it was obvious they were wearing white
thong underwear.  At least it was obvious to me, I wasn't sure how obvious
it would be for someone that didn't know what to look for, or realize what
wasn't there to be seen.  Each of them wore a different colored shirt done
in pastels.  Mike's was yellow, Sean had pastel green, Frank wore light
blue, and Eric wore a pastel peach that was fantastic with his dark tan.

Craig and Brian came out wearing white tennis shorts, which I found
interesting since they hadn't brought any clothes into the house and had
jeans on earlier.  I found out later that the shorts belonged to my boys.
The two boys also wore button-up sports shirts.  I had to smile to myself
when I realized they had come out with all but the top button buttoned.  It
didn't take five minutes for two more buttons to come apart and later, a
third.

I wasn't sure what anyone would think if they saw us.  One side of me said
we looked like screaming flamers while another side said we were hot as
hell and let 'em look.

When Mother and Bonnie arrived, they started making over the boys so badly
that I thought Mike's chest was going to burst.  He strutted worse than a
peacock all afternoon.  Mother did make some positive comments and I heard
her complimenting David on the choice of colors for the boys.  She also
said that she thought the boys should dress like that more often.  One
comment had something to do with them dressing like that at the surf club
and turning a few heads.  Yeah, I bet they would!

Interestingly, she made about a two word comment on how I looked: 'about
time'.

The boys' friends all arrived within fifteen minutes of one another.  As it
worked out we hosted fifteen people at this cookout and it turned out to be
one of the most enjoyable we ever had.  I thought the kids would want to
hit the pool, but my boys were enjoying strutting around too much.

"Hey, Dad," Frank more or less whispered in my ear.  "See the kid in the
red pullover?  He told me I looked hot.  He also said he wasn't gay but he
wouldn't mind playin' some."  I looked at Frank.  "Don't worry; I acted
like I didn't even hear him.  Let 'im sweat for it some more."

That was the comment that shocked me.  Frank was talking like he was going
to let the kid drool over him a little longer then he was going to let the
kid get in his pants.  No way!  He wasn't good enough.

As uptight as the boys managed to keep me most of the day, it was a great
afternoon.  The boys finally did change into swim-suits and hit the pool.
I was pleased to see that the boys wore their beach shorts and behaved.  I
did watch some of the other boys and there was no doubt in my mind that
there were at least two couples, or items or however the kids described it,
present.  I wondered if anyone else saw them.

Everyone had left and the sun was sitting on the tree tops when the boys
ran inside to dry off and change.  They came running back out wearing their
new shorts, barefoot, and shirtless.  I glared at them.

"Oops," Michael used his little boy voice and a giggle.  "Sorry."

The boys had been taught, and acted accordingly many times, that when we
had lady guests, they were to wear a shirt.  Barefoot I didn't care about.

"No," Mother interjected.  "That's all right, boys.  You just come on out
as you are."

Mother sat there smiling, watching the boys.  If I had come out without a
shirt on with ladies present when I was their age there would have been
hell to pay.

"Mother," I just looked at her.

"It's alright, Richard.  They're my grandsons and maybe I like to admire
them once in a while.  You know, as fast as they're growing, they won't be
boys much longer, and well .  . . let's just say I enjoy seeing my
grandsons be boys while they can."

"When I was their age . . ."

"That was different," She interrupted me.  "There's a difference between
being a parent and a grandparent.  Besides, you've taught them properly and
if there was someone here besides Bonnie and me, I would expect them to
wear a shirt.  As it is, it's just us, and since we all know they really
prefer to go even more natural most of the time, leave them alone."

The boys looked at me and I gave them the signal to come on over and sit
down.  David was doing his best, unsuccessfully, to bite his lip and hide
his amusement at all this.

"Boys, you did a really nice job planning this cookout.  It was different
from what we are accustomed to doing, but in a good way.  I'll have to
admit that this was the first time I have ever had Polynesian chicken with
southern baked beans."

"Thanks, Grandma, but it was David that did most of it.  We were just kinda
the workerbees."

"Word of advice, Frank." I knew that tone; here it comes.  "When someone is
trying to pay you a nice compliment, don't down-play it, just accept it.
What would you say if I said that you have a nice physique and really nice
abs?"

"Grandma!"  Frank was just a little shocked.  "You're not supposed ta
notice those things."

"Why, am I too old?  You're my grandsons; I'm allowed to notice what I want
to notice.  You'd be surprised how much the ladies of my generation sit
around at the club and brag about their grandchildren, particularly how
good looking the grandsons are.  I also notice that you didn't downplay the
compliment."

Frank just looked at Mother and blushed.  Mike, Sean and Eric sat to the
side trying to stifle their laughter.  Mother looked at them.

"Careful boys, I'm just warming up with Frank.  I'm real good at making
boys blush."

"Mother." I needed to intervene.  "You aren't playing fair.  You know they
won't answer their grandmother the same as they might someone else.  You're
embarrassing them."

"I know.  Doesn't Frank turn a nice shade of pink?  Besides, it's like I
said; being a grandmother has its privileges, and that includes teasing
them sometimes.

"Now, I believe the boys want to talk to you.  I'm not going to interfere
other than to tell you that they have already spoken with me and I agreed
to support their idea."

"What idea?" I asked.

"You'll have to wait until we're gone, which will be about two minutes, and
the boys will explain."

The boys recognized the signal that Mother and Bonnie were leaving and
stood to say goodbye.  She gave everyone a hug and kiss on the cheek.  When
she hugged David, it was a little longer than the others and she said
something to him that made him smile.  I was sure that she was welcoming
him to the family, again.  When she hugged Mike, she pulled back and
whispered something to him that made him blush, then gave him another hug
and kiss with a pat on his backside.  As I started to escort her out, she
turned to me.

"By the way, Richard, one of your boys is not wearing any undergarment,
hasn't all day unless he's wearing that thong I keep hearing about."  She
looked directly at Mike and winked at him.

When I returned from seeing Mother to her car, the boys were sitting where
I left them.  They looked a little nervous.  I sat and waited for them to
explain whatever it was they wanted to talk about.

"Dad," Frank began tentatively.  "We been talkin' and well, we figured that
maybe you and David might like ta have some time alone, you know, without
us around."

"Yeah, Dad," Mike added.  "Kinda like a honeymoon.  Ya know?"

Sean elbowed Mike while the rest of us laughed.  This was going to get
interesting.

"You don't have ta be so blunt, Mikey," Frank chastised his brother, and
then continued.

"Well, now that Mike's let the cat outta the bag, yeah, we were thinkin'
that maybe you and David might like ta take a trip somewhere kinda like a
honeymoon; without us."  Frank looked at me trying to judge my reaction.  I
just sat there and waited; I didn't want to let him off the hook.

"Anyway, all of us are into sports stuff and during the summer there's
usually some camps or clinics we can go to.  When we looked we figured out
that over the next three weeks all of us could, like, kinda be gone.  We
wouldn't be in camps that whole time, but we think we got it all worked
out.

"Mike'd be the first ta go.  Next Wednesday, Billy would pick him up and
he'd be stayin' with Craig and Kevin.  Then on Saturday, Billy'll take all
of 'em to this weight training place for all of next week.  While they're
there, the twins are gonna be there too.  After the camp, all of 'em'll go
stay with the twins for a week and then come home.  That's three weeks for
Mikey.

"While Mikey's gone, me and Sean will be at our camps, 'cept ours're longer
than a week; ours're ten days.  We'd be leavin' next week too, 'cept we're
goin' straight ta camp.  After the camps, then we'd be back here with
Grandma.  That's why Grandma said that she'd already agreed to our idea.
So, with all of us gone you and David could kinda take off together and
well . . . you know, do whatever ya wanna do . .  . kinda."  Frank finished
with a sheepish grin.  He wanted to say something, but knew better.

"Let me get this straight.  Frank and Sean are leaving next week for a ten
day camp and then coming back to stay with Mother."

"Actually, Dad, maybe we'll stay here by ourselves and we could like, let
Grandma know that we were okay?"  I looked at him.  "Or, we could do like
you started ta say and stay at Grandma's," Frank said with his 'I tried'
smile.

"Then you want me to let Mike stay with Craig and Brian, the sex starved
nephews, spend another week in weight training camp with a bunch of guys
oggling him, and then spend a week in a nudist camp with the 'let's get it
on' twins and who knows what their friends could be up to.  That it?"

"Kinda," Frank answered with a grin.  "'Course one thing 'bout the nudist
camp, everybody'll know who's up and who's not."

The boys broke into hysterics.  I had to take a deep breath.

"Dad, it's not as bad as you make it sound.  You know that Mike and Craig
and Brian are gonna fool around and so are the twins.  We do it all the
time."  I had to look up at the confession; but I wasn't surprised.  There
are some things that, as a parent, you know it's happening but you don't
want to hear it.

"This way, you and David can have the time before he starts work, to go and
do your own thing.  We thought we were bein' pretty nice, actually."  I
felt guilty.

"Boys, you all are being very considerate.  But don't you think it might be
a little late to register for these camps."

"Uh-uh," Mike jumped in.  "We registered a couple weeks ago.  It's just
that the timin' kinda worked out with Grandma's help in case camp was over
and you was still gone."

"I don't remember signing any permission slips for you boys."

"You didn't.  We got Grandma to do it over a week ago.  All you have ta do
now is give us the money ta pay for it all."

I had to start laughing.  We went through all this so they could ask for
money for camp.  Of course, the fact that David and I managed to get worked
into the equation did help.  I laughed and let them know it was okay and we
appreciated their thoughts.  I'd give them the money.

When they all decided it was time to get natural again, I just pointed
towards their room.  I didn't want to be picking up dirty clothes off the
patio.  They all ran except Mike, who sat there looking a little insecure.

"Mike, is there something else son?"

"Dad, you're not mad at us, are ya?"

"No, Mike, I'm not mad with you.  Actually, I think you boys were being
very considerate, even if your camps did happen to work into all this."

"Dad, can I ask ya somethin'?"  He sounded very serious, almost worried.  I
waited.

"Now that David's here, and with you and all, does that mean that we can't,
you know . .  .me and Frank's always been able to come and have some
special time before, and . . ."

Before he could finish I slid back on the lounger I sat straddling, and
patted the place in front of me.  Mike quickly got up and sat in front of
me.  When I wrapped my arms around his chest, he took my wrists and pulled
my arms tighter.

"You're my boys.  No matter what happens in this life, you will always be
my boys and I will always be able to give you special time.  Promise."

"David won't mind?"

David didn't say anything.  He got up and approached Mike.  Without a word,
he bent over and gently kissed Mike on the forehead.  I could feel the
shiver run through Mike's body.

"Guess that means it's okay, huh?" Mike said as he took my right hand and
placed it over his left nipple.  He rubbed my hand over his nipple, shifted
a little, and lay his head back on my left shoulder.

I knew what Mike wanted and looked up at David, who stood there looking at
us for a moment.  I could only look at David and hope he could read my
thoughts.  This had to be David's choice.  David took a couple of steps
backward and began a slow striptease blended with one of his dances.  I
could feel the vibration in Mike's body as he whimpered and groaned with
lust.

I gave Mike a light kiss on the side of his neck and he whimpered slightly.
I nibbled his ear lobe and he squirmed.  He pulled my right hand away from
his nipple and pushed it down the front of his shorts.  Little Mikey was
waiting for me as Mike lifted his butt.

David, now completely nude, stood directly in front of us; he was gorgeous.
Mike's gaze was fixed on David's manhood as it began to swell.  David
dropped to his knees and gently removed Mike's shorts.  Placing Mike's legs
on his shoulders, David planted tender kisses on the inside of Mike's
thigh.  He worked his way up to Mike's groin and then began to suck the
tender area next to the scrotum.  Mike fell into a lust filled stupor as
David and I showed him how special we thought he was.

Mother was right, Mike wasn't wearing any undergarments.


End Ch 41

To Be Continued

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