Date: Fri, 30 Sep 2011 08:53:43 -0700
From: J H <gymguy8@gmail.com>
Subject: Tech Support, Part II

Greg jumped off my lap, and stood in front of me. "Where to, Sir?" he
asked.

It took me a little more effort to stand up. I was still a little
winded from the vigorous fuck. "Left," I said, indicating the way to
the bathroom. It was too late, but I realized I was sending him to the
master bedroom. I tried not to think about what my wife would say. Or
my two children.

He barely waited for me, racing down the hallway. I stopped to get him
a towel, and heard him turn on the water in the shower. I was relieved
that he hadn't stopped to examine the many artifacts of my long
marriage: the vacation pictures, the athletic awards, the random
mementos of childhood. I followed him into the bathroom. His jockstrap
lay on the floor, the sum total of his clothes at that point. I picked
it up and inhaled deeply letting the scent of his sweat, piss, and cum
fill my head. Even though I had just shot a huge load into Greg's ass,
my cock twitched, wanting another time his ass.

I climbed into the shower, Greg immediately noticed my cock had gotten
hard again. "So soon, Dad?" he asked me. He had been soaping himself
up, but turned his attention to me. He quickly soaped up my chest and
worked his way down to my groin. He played with my stiff shaft,
teasing me.

"I've not felt like this in ages," I said. It sounded trite, but it
was true. The last time I had been this horny had been over a year
ago. I was on a business trip that stretched over a weekend. He had
been a bellhop at the hotel, and had the spent his entire free weekend
with me. Of course, it was a guy. No woman had ever done this for me.

"Good, I'm glad." He didn't stop playing with my dick, gently teasing
my balls. "Still got some sperm left for me, Dad?"

"For you, always," I said.

"What are you doing later tonight?" he asked.

I couldn't believe he was asking me this. Nor could I believe when I
answered him. "Nothing. Just watching TV."

"I have to pick up my twin brother from swim practice in a bit. But I
could come by after that."

"I'd like that." I was stammering, not sure what I was getting myself
into.

"I'd like that too," he said. He had pressed his body against mine,
and I could feel his stiff cock on my skin.

"I didn't know you had a twin," I said.

"Yeah. He's not quite as out there as I am yet. He's a little more
private."

"He's gay?" I caught myself. We hadn't said anything about how Greg
saw himself, sexually. I could barely cast that stone, still married
to a woman. "I mean, he's into guys?"

"Well, he's into men." He looked at me, emphasizing the "men." "We
both are," he said. He paused for a moment, then continued.  "Should I
take Tyler back home?  Or maybe I should bring him here with me?" Greg
asked. His smile left no doubt what he had in mind, if the two of them
came back here.

"What?" I asked. Less than an hour ago, I was trying to get my
computer fixed. Now I was being asked if I wanted to have a threesome
with a pair of teenaged twins.

"Yeah, he's even more into dad types than I am. And that's saying
something. He'd be totally into you." Even if my head was conflicted
about the threesome, my cock had already made up its mind. Grabbing my
hard shaft, Greg guessed at my decision. "I'll bring him here. We will
all have some fun."

"You've played together before?" I asked. I was still unsure how this
was going to work in practice.

"Oh yeah. We started sucking each other when we were twelve. Fucking
shortly after that" I tried to imagine the number of times they must
have had sex together. Horny teenagers, sharing a room together? It
must have been several times a day, for years now. They knew each
other better than any partner ever would be able to. I wondered what
role I would play for them.

"And three ways?" I asked.

"We did our first the summer after our sophomore year. He was the
senior quarterback from our high school football team." He pulled me
under the water, washing off the soap from my body. "This is all new
for you, right?" he asked. "You don't have a lot of experience with
guys, do you?"

"Yeah, I guess." It was new for me. My experience with guys was
limited to some exploration in college, and a very occasional hook-up
when I was on the road. I had made my choices: gotten married, had
kids, and done the "right" thing. Although I wasn't happy, I was at
least content. Now, things that I had only jerked off to were
tantalizingly close to becoming a reality.

"Don't worry. We can just go with the flow. And it'll be fun." Greg
hadn't moved, holding his body right against mine. I felt the heat
radiating off of his body, and the stiffness of his cock pressing into
me. Staring into his brown eyes, I was still scared and nervous, but
knew that I wanted - no, had - to take the next step.

"Yeah, it will be," I said.

"Great," he said. He jumped out of the shower, and grabbed the towel I
had laid out for him. He started to dry off as I turned off the water
and grabbed another towel. My cock was sticking out in front of me,
hard as a rock. "You're all ready, I see."

We dried off, then wandered back to the study for our
clothes. "Damn, I left my jock in the bathroom," Greg said.

"Leave it," I said. "I want you commando for now."

"I'm not gonna be able to get out of the car, Sir," he said. "I don't
think it's going to go down this evening." He pointed to his cock,
clearly straining against his jeans.

"Good," I said.

"Fucker."

"This evening, boy." I answered. He laughed, pulled on his shirt and
sat down to deal with his shoes and socks. I found my underwear and
pants, and started to put them on.

"No, sir," he said as I tried to put on the underwear. "If I can't,
you can't either." I didn't protest. I grabbed my jeans and started to
put them on. Before I even got one leg on, he pulled out a cell phone
and quickly took a picture. "Sending it to my bro," he said, as he
typed a bit on the screen. It was too late for me to protest. I really
hoped he wasn't sending it somewhere else. I already felt vulnerable.

"I should have asked this much earlier, but how old are you?" I hoped
that I hadn't just got myself into even more trouble, having sex with
an underaged boy. Unprotected sex, even. He had seemed to be at least
legal.

"Don't worry. I'm nineteen. We're nineteen. Even if we can't drink,
you're not going to jail. Unless you want to act that out." He typed a
bit longer on his phone, then looked up at me. "and sent."

"When do you need to get your brother?" I asked.

"Practice is over at seven," he said. He looked down at his phone. "I
should be heading out soon to get there on time." I looked at my own
watch, and saw that it had suddenly become 6:30. "Can we come back
around 7:30?" he asked.

"I guess," I said. "Sure, that should work." I was still a little
unsure about all of this. Greg was hot, and I had enjoyed fucking him
no end. But doing a three-way with his twin brother? And doing it in
my family's home? Maybe even in the bed I shared with my wife? That
was going further and faster than I was comfortable with. But if I
were to say no, I knew I'd be jerking off thinking about what could
have been by tomorrow. And could have been would have been worse than
any of the possibilities of having done it.

"You need to relax, Dad," he said. It was surprising how quickly he
had been able to pick up on my mood. It had taken my wife years to be
able to figure out my moods. "Tyler and I will be back in about an
hour. We can kick back and relax. Nothing needs to happen. But I think
we'll all want something to happen."

"You're right. It's just very new for me."

He looked around the room, the pictures of my family on the
walls. "Yeah, I can understand that." He finished putting on his
shoes. "Not to get too serious, but Tyler," he said. He paused.

"Yeah?" I asked. He had gotten quiet, and I wondered what he was
trying to say.

"Our parents divorced when we were nine. Our dad hasn't been involved
with us since then; he found a younger wife and started his own
family." He was silent again, clearly trying to find the right
words. "I can tell it's been a bigger issue for Tyler than he lets
on."

"And now?" I was lost in my own worries about the threesome, and
couldn't quite tell how I should be reacting to this new information
and a new complication.

"Well, I'll put it this way. We both like older men." He smiled at
me. "But Tyler, well, at times, it's more than a like. It's a need for
him." He got serious. "Just be aware. You've obviously done a good job
so far." He looked again at the pictures of my kids. "Probably a great
job. But this may be a bit more than you would expect, especially on a
first meeting."

"I see." I wasn't sure what else to say. Without actually interacting
with Tyler and getting to know him, I couldn't know what he needed
from a man. Or me in particular. "I'll do my best," I said.

"I know you will," Greg said with a smile. "Ok. I gotta get going
now." Standing up, he pulled a piece of paper out of his
pocket. "253-642-6335?" he asked.

"Yep, that's me," I said.

"Cool. We'll be back around 7:30." He gave me a kiss, first a light
peck on the cheeks, then a longer, searching one on the lips. I had to
break it off sooner than I wanted, but if it went on much longer, I
was going to want to rape the boy. "See you," he said, as he walked
out of the door.

After he left, I wandered around the house, trying to figure out what
I wanted for myself. I wondered if Greg was serious about coming back,
and if he was, what we would do.  I found myself back in the study,
lying on the couch where we had fucked. There was still a hint of our
fucking: a combination of sweat and lube, tinged with jizz. It drove
me crazy with desire.

I was thinking about jerking off again, sure that Greg was just a
tease and I'd never see him again. But my phone buzzed with a text
message. It was from Greg, "Want us to get a pizza for dinner?" he
asked.

"Sure. I'm good with anything. I have drinks here," I wrote back. I
figured a horny nineteen year-old could read between the lines, and
know that drinks meant beer. If they got too drunk, I knew they could
always sleep on the couch. Or in my bed.

Lost in my thoughts, realized that the sun had set, and it was nearly
dark in the room. It was turning to fall, and the sun was setting
earlier and earlier, but today seemed particularly early. I roused
myself to turn on some lights, and saw that it was nearly 7:15. If
they were on schedule, Greg and Tyler would be here shortly. Almost
anticipating my thoughts, I got another text from Greg. "Picked up
pizza. On our way."

Nervously, I wandered around the house, checking on beer and coke in
the fridge, trying to organize and clean up piles of stuff around the
house. What seemed like hours later but was probably just a few
minutes later, the doorbell rung, and I knew it was Greg and Tyler.