Date: Sun, 20 Apr 2008 15:18:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Second Time Around Chapter Six
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Chapter Six: Second Time Around
One value I always pressed on my boys was honesty and trust. They were
always told that, even if they did something wrong, it was much better to
come tell me. Telling me voluntarily didn't mean that the punishment was
taken off the table; it wasn't. However, if I learned the hard way, if I
learned from being blind-sided and embarrassed, then not only did the
punishment remain on the table, but more was added. The other part of that
was trust. I had to be able to trust my boys to do the right thing and to
tell me the truth. Violate that trust, and may God help them because He
would be the only one that could. It was up to me to provide them with a
safe and secure place to carry out those values. More importantly, they
needed to know they could trust me, and I would be honest with them.
I had told the boys that I had an appointment around lunch time on
Wednesday. They assumed that it was another business luncheon kind of
thing and didn't want anything to do with it. When I mentioned the meeting
all I heard was "have fun" or "see ya later" that sounded more like "don't
even think of askin' us to come and don't let the door hit you on the way
out", along with a lot of smirks and laughing. We had breakfast in our
suite that morning and I guess it was a good thing we ate in; three naked
boys and a man wearing only a terry cloth wrap around his waist. I
wondered what Eric's dad would think of that one!
Wednesday was the day the boys got to do whatever they wanted. There was
the beach or the pool, plus a basketball court and a volleyball court.
There was a marina where they could rent jet skis and have fun. The jet
skis were the unanimous choice so I arranged for them to rent three units
for two hours each. I made sure the clerks understood the boys could get
whatever they thought they needed and charge it to the room. Before
leaving, we had a talk about the difference between what they needed and
what they wanted and exercising a little common sense. They had my cell
number and knew to use it only in case of an absolute emergency.
* * * *
Driving across the Skyway Bridge, I could see St. Pete ahead of me, where I
would meet David. I had David's address and used the hotel computer to tap
into Map-Quest for directions. According to the directions, David was no
more than thirty minutes away. I put the top down on the car and enjoyed
the ride. I also felt a little guilty, but knew that I shouldn't. If one
of the boys had tried to pull a stunt like this, there would be big
trouble. As a grown man, there was no reason for me to be having pangs of
guilt; but I did, just a little. I wasn't accustomed to lying to my boys.
I couldn't help but wonder what my boys would think if they knew I'd gone
into their computer and made a connection of my own.
David and I had exchanged numerous emails. We had never met in person but
I did have a picture of him that was supposed to have been taken fairly
recently. He was young by my standards, only twenty-one. In the looks
department, he was what many would consider fairly good looking; his looks
certainly wouldn't run anyone off. He had dark, almost black, wavy hair
with deep set brown eyes. His eyelashes were thick and long. I guess you
would say he had that classic Greek look you hear about with a prominent
nose that was nicely sculpted, but not too long, and a nicely defined jaw
line. Puffy lips with unbelievably white teeth; of course, the teeth could
have been doctored by the photographer. His complexion was a sunny
olive-brown without any flaws; again, the photographer could have worked
his magic.
Turning onto his street, I rechecked the address. The last thing I wanted
was to knock on the wrong door; someone might think I was a stranger casing
the place. Verifying the address, I found a parking spot in the shade of a
huge tree with red flowers; definitely tropical and no where to be found
back home. Leaving my cell phone in the car, I put the top up, locked
everything and headed inside. When I located the unit number I tapped on
the door; the door opened.
"David?" I asked. He looked just like his picture with no photographer's
magic.
"Yes, and you're Rick?" The young man greeted me with a pleasant,
self-assured, smile. "Please, come in."
I stepped in and looked around. It was very impressive, particularly for
someone his age. He was still a college student, an upper classman at the
University of South Florida. I also knew from the ride through his
neighborhood that he wasn't living in economy housing. He graciously
offered me a drink, which I declined. He suggested we begin. The next two
and a half hours were mine. I was about to get my very first nude massage
and from a young guy that was just plain hot! David had a smile that made
you melt and, at the same time, made you feel very comfortable. I was so
nervous I didn't know if I should run or fall down.
David guided me into one of the bedrooms. There was a large, and what
appeared to be very sturdy, massage table in the room. A stereo played
soft jazz. He left me and stepped into the bath; I heard the water come
on. When he returned he began to undress. I followed his lead until he
motioned for me to stop. I watched his every move and he knew it. This
kid could make undressing seem erotic. When he was nude I just stared. He
posed for me and turned so I could see different angles. God, he was
beautiful. No tan lines, beautiful coloring, hardly any body hair except
for some trimmed pubes and I would bet trimmed tufts under his arms. His
muscles were developed enough to be nicely defined without screaming gym or
weight lifting. As he moved, I could see the muscles stretch or tension
placed in the right place to make you wait for more. And, what a butt!
Beautiful bubble shape with just the right dimples; he flexed them for me
and I was his.
He approached me slowly with a nice, unforced smile. I felt my mouth going
dry. When he was right up to me he began unbuttoning my shirt. I closed
my eyes and could smell him; unreal. This kid knew what he was doing. He
wouldn't let me do anything as I was seduced and guided into a totally new
world.
"Relax. You wanted me to pamper you, remember? Relax and enjoy being
pampered. I'm yours. You may touch me anywhere, any time you wish." He
paused and I took another deep breath of his youthful aroma. The way he
spoke and the way he touched me, without even touching my skin, I had goose
bumps over my entire body. "First, we will enjoy a nice hot shower. I
will use scented gel all over your body. No cloth will touch you, only my
hands as I caress your body and then shampoo. Just relax."
Slowly, allowing me time to feel and appreciate the touch of his hands, he
removed each piece of clothing. Rather than folding my clothing and
draping it over a chair as one might expect, he hung each piece very
precisely over a hanger. He showed the same respect for my clothing that
he was showing for me. There was an envelope in the shirt pocket with his
name on it. He never touched it or mentioned it.
I stood where he had left me, only now, I was completely nude. I felt his
warmth as he stepped up behind me and lightly ran his palms over my
shoulders and down my arms. Speaking in a low, controlled voice, he let me
know it was time to begin. He stepped around me; the side of his thigh
gently brushed against me, sending shock waves through me. Taking my hand,
he guided me into the shower. I noticed it was an unusually large shower
with multiple heads. He closed the door and then pushed a button on the
wall. Immediately, all of the shower heads sprayed us from head to toe,
front and back. They were pulsating heads; it was nice.
Standing with my head tilted slightly back, he stood so close that I could
feel his manhood touch me. All I could hear was the shower heads and the
light jazz. No other sounds existed except my own heartbeat which I
somehow tuned in on. Nothing was rushed, but it wasn't real slow either.
This kid had taken bathing someone sensuously to the level of making it an
art. His hands moved over my chest. When each palm covered a nipple, his
fingers left my skin and I felt the palms lightly turn circles over my
nipples. I took a deep breath. When did my nipples become so sensitive?
He didn't back up as his hands moved down my torso. I could feel his soft
skin and hair as it brushed over my cheeks while he reached in and lightly
kissed my neck. This was a massage? Or, was this heaven?
His body touched mine and I shuddered. The symbols of our maleness were
now in full contact, but both of us remained soft. His hands moved to the
small of my back and then down. Each hand covered a cheek and slowly
kneaded them. As he kneaded my cheeks he pulled me into him and then
released me, allowing me to fall back just a few inches. Then, he pulled
me into him again. Slowly, I became a limp doll in his arms. A hand
touched the back of my head and pulled it forward. My head touched his
shoulder and I could smell his youth.
I didn't feel him move to my back, but he did. His arms wrapped around my
waist with his palms on my stomach; he pulled me back into him. One hand
remained on my stomach while the other ran circles over my back spreading
the slick cleansing gel. Fingers touched me under my chin, my head tilted
back and rested on his shoulder. He kept whispering into my ear for me to
relax and enjoy the moment. I could feel his warm breath travel over the
side of my ear and face. He stepped back and a hand cleansed the small of
my back. When I felt his warm, slick fingers enter the valley between my
cheeks I took a sharp breath; again, he whispered for me to relax. Again,
I felt his body against mine. This time I felt his maleness filling the
valley between my cheeks. He pulled my cheeks apart and released them; I
held his semi-hard maleness in place.
Two hands moved over my chest and abdomen; he held me close. Again, his
palms traveled over my nipples, teasing them. My mind had gone blank,
focused only on the sensations coursing through my body at that moment. I
was relaxed and enjoyed the moment. His fingers reached the crevice where
torso meets the upper thigh. A finger traced each crevice from hip bone
down to the perineum. I shuddered and enjoyed the tingling sensations he
sent through me. Relax? If he got me any more relaxed, he would have had
to carry me out of the shower.
When the shampoo and rinsing were completed, I heard a soft humming sound
begin just before the water ceased cascading over our bodies. He moved and
I missed his warmth. My eyes opened just long enough to register that the
humming was from an overhead heat lamp. When he opened the shower door,
there was no rush of cool air. He must have had a heating rack for the
towels, because the soft terrycloth felt as though it was fresh from a
dryer. When he finished drying me and brushing my hair back, he guided me
into the bedroom. I lay on the table with my head couched in a foam
pillow. There was an opening for my nose and mouth, but my eyes remained
closed; the sound of soft jazz floated through the room.
All of my movements were directed by the touch of his hands or just his
fingers. He didn't say anything; he didn't need to. The oil he spread
over the back of my legs was warm. Each muscle was kneaded; each muscle
became putty in his hands. When I first met him I wasn't too sure I was
doing the right thing, primarily because of his youth. Now, I knew that I
had done the right thing.
His hands moved from my legs to my butt. Each cheek was massaged, kneaded
and caressed. I felt the table shift and then felt him straddling me.
There was a strange feeling on my legs. Something warm and soft moved over
my legs; I realized it was his scrotum. His hands moved up my back. As
his hands moved up, so did he. Soon, I felt something else touching the
crack between my mounds. Now, he wasn't soft. I felt his firm maleness
move up and down the crevice, following the movements of his hands up and
down my back. It was erotic; it was sensuous. I wanted to spread my legs
and let him penetrate a little deeper. I heard myself moan with
satisfaction. Time stood still while I enjoyed the feeling of his hands on
me and his firmness move gently up and down my crack. His hands moved to
my hips and then to the table. I realized he had pushed himself up and was
slowly rocking in and out of my crack. If he wanted to tease me and drive
me up a wall, he succeeded.
He remained on the table, straddling me while I felt his hands on my hips,
indicating I should turn over. I was almost embarrassed; I had an
erection. I didn't open my eyes, but I knew that he wasn't surprised. He
had deliberately caused me to reach this state. Our erections touched,
lying side by side, as he leaned down and his warm breath penetrated my
ear. I stretched and arched my back. I wanted to reach for him, but he
placed a hand on each arm and whispered for me to just lay there and enjoy.
How long did I lay there? Forever, but not long enough.
His hands were all over me. Every square inch was caressed. How many
times did I inhale through clenched teeth? Fingernails flicked over
aroused nipples. His manhood poked at my twin orbs. A warm hand gripped a
solid shaft that yearned for attention. Suddenly, a moist warmth engulfed
my manhood; I almost cleared the table. Something raspy, but warm and wet,
flicked over the head and stroked the crown. This was the bonus that I had
requested and we had agreed to. He was giving me the best oral sex I had
ever had. I opened my eyes and watched him expertly work me. I could see
the top of his cheeks as they moved forward and back. He was a
synchronized machine for pleasure fulfillment. He was erotica personified.
"David," I whispered. "Look at me; come up here."
He looked at me and I held my arms out to him. When he lifted himself up,
looking a little confused because this wasn't part of our agreement, I
reached under his arms and gently pulled him up to me. He didn't resist.
"Just lay on me and let me feel you. Trust me."
He didn't say anything. He squeezed my shoulders lightly and gave me the
lightest kiss on the side of my neck to let me know he would follow my
lead. His silky skin covered me from shoulder to toe. The warmth
radiating from his body felt incredible. His manhood lay fully aroused
next to mine. I kept one arm around his chest with the palm of my hand
lying flat on the back of his shoulder. My other hand ran up and down his
back, feeling and soaking in his freshness. I let a finger travel into his
private crevasse and felt him shudder; I smiled. Before long, I held each
mound of his beautiful little butt in my hands. I kneaded his mounds as I
slowly began to thrust my pelvis into him. Soon, he mimicked my movements
as we lay on the table; he worked each of my nipples. I was humping with
him just as I had done with Kevin so many years ago. This time though, I
instigated the action. This time, I wouldn't panic.
Our breathing turned to gasps as sweat began to form on each of us.
There's nothing like the feeling of moist, slick skin, particularly young
skin wrapped around firm muscles, sliding over you. My hands held his
cheeks down firmly, his maleness buried into my stomach. I could feel his
firmness rub me. He pushed up with his arms and looked into my eyes.
There was something special there; I couldn't define it, but it was there.
He leaned down slowly and kissed me on the lips. His tongue suddenly
plunged into my mouth and he sucked. Simultaneously he thrust his hips
into me hard and I was over the edge. We kissed, deeply, while our male
nectar coated the area between us. I broke the kiss; I had to have air.
He lay on me, both of us panting from our exertions. I held him to me and
ran my fingers through his hair. God, he felt and smelled incredible!
"Are you okay?" He asked me, looking up with those beautiful puppy eyes,
full of compassion.
"Yes, I'm fine. You couldn't know it, but you just finished something that
was begun many years ago. You also answered a question I've been asking
myself for a very long time. Am I okay? That was unbelievable."
* * * *
Standing on the balcony, I could see the boys stretched out on chaise
lounges, soaking up the rays. I stood there enjoying an ice cold beer and
thought about the afternoon. It had certainly been memorable, but there
were still many questions running through my head. I enjoyed the time
David and I shared. A new question entered my head. Is it possible that
every session with a male could be that rewarding and satisfying? If so,
how could anyone possibly think that male-male sex was anything but
beautiful? I was gaining some insight into what I had cheated myself out
of.
I looked out at my boys and nephew. They knew that I was aware of part of
their activities. One part of me really wanted to sit down and have a
wide-open conversation with them. I was determined that they would not
cheat themselves out of what should be normal pleasures. The afternoon
told me to let them enjoy learning, let them enjoy being boys. They would
come to me if they needed me. Maybe society didn't approve of what I let
them do, but society was already so screwed up that . . .well, let's just
say that I thought the boys' needed to follow their instincts. I needed to
spend time with them and keep reassuring them that I was there for them. I
was also beginning to understand that I resented the restraints put on me
when I was their age. To a certain extent, I was jealous.
"Hey guys, I thought you'd be running around on jet skis." I had slipped
into my swimsuit and joined the boys on the beach.
"Dad," Frank spoke up like he was waiting for me to say something, "you
only arranged for two hours each and we didn't know when you were coming
back. We each used an hour and a half and saved the other half hour for
when you got back."
"Oh? And why did we save the half hour?"
"Officially, so we could have some fun with you; you know, spend some time
together and all that. They call it father-son bonding."
"Okay, that's the official answer. What's the real answer?"
"We wanted to talk you into getting on one and we'd laugh our ass off when
you busted your butt." Frank was definitely in his smart-ass-guy groove.
All three boys were laughing away.
"I find it interesting that kids always think their parents aren't capable
of doing anything. Come on, I'll get a fourth unit and we'll see who busts
their butt first."
That was the answer and opportunity they were waiting on. They knew that,
with the challenge, I would get a jet ski myself and they could team up on
me. What they didn't know was that I learned to ride a jet ski long before
they were a twinkle in anyone's eye. It was fun for me to be able to swing
by them, turn sharply and drown them in a wave. I had a good laugh when I
saw all three of them get thrown off their skis. The look on their faces
was priceless.
* * * *
That Thanksgiving holiday was by far the best the boys and I had enjoyed
since losing Kathy. I couldn't remember the last time I had watched my
boys laugh, scream, act just plain goofy and be normal kids. Thursday was
family day at home. Everyone ate more than enough to last through the
weekend, but no one cared; it was a holiday. We had checked out of the
resort and my boys thought we were checking into another hotel closer to my
sister's house. Eric was a little stunned when he learned he would be
offering his bed to his uncle, but he was really glad to do it. Frank and
Mike thought it was funny and then thought about asking where they would
sleep. All three boys were thrilled to learn they would sleep in Eric's
camping tent in the back yard. I didn't even want to think about what the
three of them might get into, particularly after the talk Eric and I had,
not to mention the threesome I witnessed.
Friday, all of us spent the day at Busch Gardens. When we arrived, I gave
the boys money and let them go do whatever teenagers did. I spent my time
with my mother, sister, aunts and cousins. Interestingly, the boys
reappeared by our sides just before lunch time. Surprise, surprise.
Mother was the first to make the comment and she got more than one laugh
watching the boys. She always said kids put on the best entertainment,
particularly if they didn't realize you were watching them. The three boys
put on a good show for everyone, especially at the roller coaster ride.
They were all shocked when they learned their grandmother loved roller
coasters. Mother got herself and the boys tickets and got in line. The
boys didn't believe she was going to ride until she got to the front of the
line. They pleaded with me to stop her. Not my mother, you didn't. If
she made up her mind that she was going to ride, then just let her go. She
had a great time and, the boys learned that moving along in years didn't
mean you were part of the walking dead.
Saturday was spent at Tarpon Springs. The boys thought it would be boring
and didn't act too thrilled about the short trip. Of course, I will always
believe part of their lack of enthusiasm was due to the fatigue that showed
on their faces Saturday morning. I did have to laugh to myself, wondering
if the fatigue was from Friday's trip to Busch Gardens, or if the boys
stayed up later than normal, doing things I could only imagine and really
didn't want to ask about. I was sure it was the latter.
Three events really stood out in my mind about that week. The first was
the look on Mother's face when the boys and I walked in the house. She
knew Eric wasn't there when she arrived and that he was spending the night
with a friend. She also knew he would be home Thursday morning. A staunch
rule was that, for certain holidays, it was definitely family first. When
Eric walked in the side door and called out to his Grandmother she took her
time turning. Took her time, that is, until she heard the other two call
out. Mother was always a very stoic person which made the tears that
formed in her eyes priceless.
The second event that stood out was right after Eric greeted his
grandmother. Bonnie was in the kitchen and stuck her head around the
corner just long enough to greet us. Eric followed his mom back into the
kitchen. I could see them from where I stood and the sight of the two of
them really saying nothing, but just falling into one another's arms, was
beyond words. The love, understanding, acceptance and support that
radiated from her eyes were what Eric needed. He collapsed into her arms
and cried like a baby; she shed her share of tears also. They formed a
special bond of acceptance and understanding that few parents get to share
with their children. I know, because I had it with mine. I turned my back
to them and stood in the doorway to give them some privacy. The big
question was how Eric's dad, Bob, would react when he learned his son was
gay. That would be for another time; this was a day to appreciate our
gifts.
The third event was the time I spent with David. I was there longer than
we agreed and we did things outside of our agreement. There was something
very special about the young man that I couldn't quite put my finger on. I
was curious how someone so young could be in the position he was in, but I
didn't ask; it wasn't any of my business. Never had I met anyone that
seemed to be able to read another person and communicate with them the way
he did. In the end we lay on the table and he let me just hold him. He
seemed to be able to sense that I needed to hold him. Just before I turned
away from him, he looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Till next
time."
When I left him I placed the envelope on the table and with it, I placed
another envelope that I had in my pants pocket. As I reached the door, he
walked up to me, wearing only a bathrobe. I looked into his eyes and he
released the sash. I pushed the robe off his shoulders, embraced his
youthful nakedness, and inhaled his freshness one more time. David taught
me a lot that day, he taught me a lot about myself.
End Ch Six.
To Be Continued
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