Date: Thu, 6 Oct 2016 22:25:07 -0400
From: Sam Sheppard <samshep2016@gmail.com>
Subject: The Diver in Me Part 18

Warning: This story involves sexual activities between adults and young
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Adult – Youth (M,b,B,con)

The Diver in Me - Part 18

Carol was dead!  I was stunned.  What was I going to tell the boys?  How
was I going to tell the boys?  What was going to happen to them? All these
questions and more ran through my brain in a flash.

I asked how they had gotten my name and number.  They had found Carol's
sister's number in her purse and had contacted her.  She'd given them my
name and told them that the boys were living here.  He told me that they
were going to be transporting her body to Toronto tomorrow, after the
coroner had finished their autopsy and asked if I could meet them at the
morgue when they arrived.  I agreed and that was it.  I sat there in
shocked disbelief for a minute or two.  Then I grabbed my wallet and pulled
out Carol's sister's number.  I called and when I got through, I tried to
express my shock and sympathy, but she said that I was the one that she was
worried about right now.  I was the one who was going to have to tell the
boys and help them through the grief.  We discussed funeral plans and
realized that Carol hadn't made any (why would she?).  We talked about what
she would have wanted and I said I'd look into making some arrangements
once her body was back in the city. Roberta, Bobby for short, her sister
said she and her husband would be flying in tomorrow afternoon.  I told her
to send me a text message with their flight info and I'd meet them at the
airport and she agreed.  My next call was to my boss to let him know that I
wouldn't be at work for the next week and why.  And now, it was time to
figure out how I was going to let the boys know that their mother was dead.
I decided that there really wasn't any way to make this any easier on them
and that trying to pussyfoot around would make it worse, so it was going to
have to be straightforward.

I tried to compose myself as much as I could and opened the door.  The boys
were standing there, looking extremely worried.  I suggested that we go sit
in the living room and once we were sitting, I started to explain.

"Guys, there's been an accident.  Your mom's car was hit on the highway
earlier today."

Before I had a chance to go any further, David asked, "Is she alright?
What happened?"  Owen just sat there, stunned, with tears forming in his
eyes.

I took a deep breath and continued, "No, guys, she's not alright.  The
accident was really bad.  The paramedics did everything they could...but
your mom died."

Owen completely broke down, sobbing his little heart out and David looked
at me with wide eyes that were starting to fill with tears.  I reached out,
wrapped them both in my arms and pulled them tight against me as they both
wept.  Owen's small body shook with his sobs and David just kept shaking
his head and crying.  Luke, whom I'd completely forgotten was still here,
came out of the bedroom and stood looking at the scene.

I looked up and quickly said, "It's their mom."

He came over and sat down behind David, enfolding him in his arms and
hugging him tightly and crying for David's pain.

After several minutes, the boys seemed to have cried themselves out, for
now.  They were both breathing shallowly and sniffling.  Owen looked up at
me and very quietly asked, "What's gonna happen to us?"

"That's something you don't have to worry about," I replied.  "Remember,
your mom made me your guardian.  And until that changes, you're here with
me.  And I love you guys."

"Your aunt Roberta and her family are coming in later tonight, so I'm going
to get them at the airport and take them to their hotel.  I'd like it if we
all went together.  I think having your family with you right now is really
important and will help you guys deal with this."

David spoke up, "Yeah, I guess."

I nodded and added, "OK. So right now, I think you guys should try and get
some rest until we have to go.  This is going to be a tough time and you'll
need as much strength as you can find to get through it.  I'm here if you
want to talk or anything."  Turning to Luke, I said, "Now, Luke, I know how
close you are to David, so I'd like to know if you're OK to hang around
here and give him someone to hang on to?"

Luke nodded and said, "Yeah, of course."

"OK," I said.  "Let me call your folks and let them know what's going on
and see if they'll be alright with you staying here again and missing
school tomorrow."  I made the call and Luke's parents were clearly upset by
the news.  Before I could ask, they immediately suggested that Luke stay
with David tonight and tomorrow.  They asked if there was anything they
could do.  I said not at the moment, but thanked them for their help and
concern.

The boys disappeared into their room.  I could hear Owen crying and David
trying to comfort him, despite his own grief.  I sat there stunned, with
thoughts and emotions swirling around in my brain.

It was soon time to pick up Carol's family, so the boys and I climbed in to
the car and left for the airport.  We arrived with about 10 minutes left
before Roberta's flight landed and just hung around the arrivals lounge.
Once the plane had landed and the family had collected their luggage, we
met them at the door.  Everyone hugged and cried together.  I introduced
myself to Bobby and her husband, Walt.  Bobby hugged me and told me how
much I had meant to Carol, and we both started crying.  It took us about 20
minutes to finally get out of the airport and into the car and we headed to
the hotel.  Fortunately, it was only a few blocks from the condo, so once
we'd dropped everyone off at the hotel and said our goodnights, we were
back at the suite in 10 minutes.  The boys were exhausted as was I and it
didn't take long for all of us to crash.

The next morning, I picked up Bobby and Walt and went to the morgue to made
arrangements to have Carol's body delivered to a funeral home nearby.  We
then went to the home and finalized the details for the funeral itself.
Carol's body was to be cremated and we agreed that it would be best to have
the ashes go home with Bobby, as it would likely be too painful, for the
boys, to have her present all the time.

The next week went by quickly, with a lot of tears and pain and emotion
being expended by everyone.  The funeral was especially hard on the boys,
with Owen breaking down several times and being comforted by his aunt.
David cried quietly through it all but was every bit the "man" I knew he
was, supporting Owen and the rest of the family.  And Luke was always right
by his side, providing as much support as he could as he hugged and cried
with David.

Bobby and Walt left a few days later and now it was just me and the boys.
And we had to figure out how this was going to work.  First thing to deal
with was trying to get back to the business of living; school, work,
everything involved in beginning to return to a normal life, or, as normal
a life as could be expected.

I spoke with the boys and we all agreed that they'd go back to school and I
would return to work at the beginning of the next week.  But, while I had
the time, I thought it would be a good idea to find out what the situation
was with my guardianship.  I called Sandy and she said she'd look into it
so we arranged a meeting for the next day.  When we met, she explained that
my guardianship had only been considered as a temporary measure and that
the only thing that could change that would be a court order.  And the only
way for a court to order the change would be if Carol's next of kin agreed
and signed an affidavit to that effect.  Since her next of kin was Bobby, I
didn't think there'd be any issue, so I had Sandy call her.  Once Sandy had
explained the situation, Bobby said she completely agreed with the idea and
Sandy arranged to have her go to a lawyer she knew in Winnipeg to sign the
affidavit at the beginning of next week.  Once that was done, it would take
about a week for the court to process the application and render judgement.

I explained the process to the boys when I got home and that it appeared
that they'd be living with me from now on.  Owen ran to me and hugged me
like he was never going to let me go.  David came over and put his head on
my shoulder and I wrapped my arms around them both.  I kissed both their
heads and then suggested that, since it had been a long day, and a very
tough week, we get some dinner and just relax for the rest of the evening.
It was Friday and the team had a meet this weekend at a pool in one of the
neighbouring suburbs.  I thought it would be a good thing for Owen if we
all went to watch and cheer on the other kids.  I also suggested that, if
he wanted, Luke could join us and maybe Ben could come back with us and
stay for the night.  I thought a little age appropriate companionship would
help the boys start to reintegrate.  Owen was a little reluctant, but when
David agreed, so did Owen.  David called Luke and asked if he'd come with
us and Luke jumped at the chance.  I told David that we'd pick Luke up
first thing in the morning and he conveyed the message to Luke.

The three of us went for dinner at one of the nearby restaurants and then
returned home.  There was an adventure movie on Netflix that we all decided
to watch, so we curled up on the couch together.  About halfway through,
Owen began to fall asleep, but when I told him to go to bed, he said he
wanted to stay with me, so I moved him so that he was sitting with his back
against my chest.  I draped my arms around his chest and gently stroked his
head with my hand.  Within minutes he was sound asleep and I held him like
that until the movie was over.  I picked him up and carried him to my
bedroom, where I lay him on the bed, undressed him to his shorts and
covered him up.  After kissing his head, I turned the light out and went
back out to the living room.  I suggested that David get to bed as well,
even though it was earlier than his usual bed time, since we had to get
going early the next morning.  He came over, kissed me goodnight and walked
down the hall to his bedroom.  As I sat watching TV, I heard David call me,
so I went to his room and walked in.  He was lying in bed, covered with his
blanket.

"Sam, I feel kind of weird," he said quietly, so I asked him what he meant,
was he feeling sick.

"No," continued, "not sick.  I don't know what it is.  I just feel funny.
Would you stay with me for a while?  I don't think I want to be alone."  I
said, "Of course," and lay down on top of the covers beside him.  David
rolled over and curled up into me.  I stroked his back and head and kissed
his hair as I held him.  He looked up at me and there was something in his
look that made me lean down and place a kiss on his lips.  David
immediately responded by eagerly returning my kiss, opening his mouth and
running his tongue against my lips.  We began kissing ardently and I could
feel David begin to breath quicker.  He grabbed my neck and pulled me to
him, mashing our mouths together, almost painfully.  David broke the kiss
and grabbed at my shirt, trying to pull it off me.  I lifted my arms and
helped him get rid of the obstructing garment.  He grabbed me around my
chest and dove down on one of my nipples, kissing, licking and nipping.  He
kissed down to my stomach and began yanking at my jeans.  I held his head
and said, "Here, let me."  Undoing the button and zipper on my jeans, I
lifted my hips and slid them down and off.  David immediately groped for my
cock, sliding his hand into the fly of my shorts.  Once he'd grasped my
penis, he began rapidly stroking me.  There was an urgency to his actions.
This wasn't love.  It was as if he was trying to release some hidden anger
or to affirm his own existence in the face of an overwhelming loss.  As he
masturbated me, I became hard.  David wrenched my shorts down and began
stroking furiously.

I lay back and allowed him to work out his demons but as I got closer to
cumming, I grasped his hand and gently said, "David, stop.  You need to
relax.  I know you've got a lot going on and you're angry and confused.
And it's OK to feel that.  But I need you to get some sleep so you can deal
with all this better.  Just lie back and let me just hold you.  OK?"

He started crying and I pulled him as tight to me as I could and just held
him.  He was so exhausted that it didn't take long until he dropped off to
sleep.  I kept holding him for a few more minutes, until I was certain he
was fast asleep and then I pulled the blankets over him, kissed him and
went out to the living room.

I poured myself a double whisky and sat back on the couch as I sipped it
slowly.  I had the TV on and the news was running but I wasn't paying
attention.  It had been an incredibly difficult week for all of us and I
hoped I'd done everything I could to help the boys through it.  And now I
was going to become their permanent guardian; in effect, their sole parent.
And the awesome responsibility of that was rapidly becoming overwhelming.
I finished the rest of my drink in one burning gulp and poured myself
another.  I finished that one in a couple of quick shots and decided that
it was more than time for me to hit the sack.  Shutting off the TV and the
lights, I slowly wandered to my bedroom, shucked my clothes and climbed
into bed beside a fast asleep Owen.

Some time during the night, I was woken up by David coming into my room.

"Sam, I really don't want to be alone tonight.  Can I sleep with you," he
asked.  I pulled the covers back and told him he could sleep in my bed any
time he wanted as I motioned for him to climb in.  After he'd pulled the
covers over himself, David snuggled against me and we fell quickly asleep.

The morning came and I slowly clawed my way back to reality.  I woke up
with both boys curled up against me and had a hell of a time getting out of
bed without waking them.  A quick shower and couple of cups of coffee and I
was ready to face the world.  It was early, so I let the boys sleep a bit
longer but eventually had to get them moving.  Owen woke up fairly easily;
he'd had plenty of sleep.  David, as usual with teens, was a bit more of a
challenge.  However, after several times of being shaken and yelled at, he
finally gained consciousness and sat up.  As the kids went through their
morning routine, I called Luke's mom and made sure he'd be ready for us to
pick him up and confirmed that he would be staying with us for the night.
The boys straggled out of the bedroom and I poured them each a glass of
orange juice.  The boys were ready to go by the time it was time to leave;
a feat accomplished without me having to nag or threaten them at all.  Once
we'd picked up Luke we grabbed some breakfast.

We got to the pool and the team crowded around Owen and David to hug them
and show their support.  As we sat in the stands watching the kids go
through their routines, the parents also came over and shook both boys'
hands.  Every one of them said virtually the same thing. "If we can be of
any help, don't hesitate to call."  It was uncomfortable but the support
was touching.  At the end of the day's diving, the team hadn't fared very
well.  Only Katie had ended up in contention for a medal, with everyone
else not up to their usual performance levels.  We went out to the
concourse and waited until the team had gotten dressed.  Ben came over and
sat beside Owen until we were ready to leave.  We all climbed in to the car
and left for the condo.

After we got home, the Owen and Ben disappeared into my room, with David
and Luke going into the boys' room.  It occurred to me that, now that I had
two kids to take care of, this condo wasn't going to work.  There just
wasn't enough room.  I made a mental note to call a real estate agent in
the morning to start looking for a 3-bedroom unit, so that each boy had
their own bedroom.  I ordered Chinese food for dinner and when it arrived,
called the boys.  With four hungry, growing boys, the food vanished in no
time.  And then so did the boys, Owen and Ben back into my room and David
and Luke into theirs.  I fell onto my couch and turned on the TV to watch
some football.

It started getting late and I wanted to make sure Owen and Ben got plenty
of sleep for the meet.  I walked into my bedroom to get them to bed, but
they'd beaten me to it.  They were both in bed, Ben cradling Owen in his
arms, running his hand through Owen's long red hair.  I went over to the
bed and leaned down to give Owen a goodnight kiss.  As I did, he rolled
back and held his arms out to me.  I sat down on the edge of the bed and
wrapped him in my arms, hugged him tightly, kissed his cheek, his little
nose and his forehead.  I then let him go and he curled up with Ben.  As I
left, I turned out the lights and closed the door, leaving the boys to each
other.  I checked in on the two older guys and found them on David's
computer.  Since I didn't want to know what they were looking at, I just
reminded them that they should try and get to bed at a reasonable hour.
And, to their embarrassment, to keep the noise down.  I went back to the
living room and began to watch some TV.  I must have drifted off to sleep,
because when I woke up, the movie I'd been watching had ended.  I got up
and went to the kitchen for a drink.  As I returned, Ben came down the hall
and into the living room.  The little 13 year old seemed wide awake and
when I asked him why he was up, he replied that he just couldn't sleep.  I
lay down on the couch and Ben lay down in front of me with his back against
my chest and stomach as we began watching the news.  I draped my arm over
his chest and gently ran my hand over his soft skin.  As I slid my hand
over his small nipple, Ben shivered and broke out in goosebumps.  I slowly
slid my hand back and forth down his chest, across his flat stomach and
then back up to his chest.  After a few minutes of this, I slid my hand
down to the waistband of his boxers and rubbed along it across his stomach.

"Mmmm.  Feels nice," Ben sighed.

"Want me to keep going," I asked him, to which he nodded.

I slipped my fingertips under his waistband, just above his small pubic
bush and gently massaged the area for a few minutes.  Sliding my hand
farther under the waistband, my fingers encountered his sparse curly hair
and I swirled my fingers through it.  I tickled his pubic mound gently,
causing Ben to giggle.  That is, until I wrapped my hand around his hard
cock, at which point he sighed.  I wrapped my finger and thumb around his
shaft and began sliding my hand up and down it.  Ben moaned,
"Mmmmyyyeaaahhh.  That feels niiicce."  I had to agree; his hard spike felt
very nice, the soft skin sliding along the rock hard shaft beneath.  I
stopped masturbating Ben and had him stand in front of me.  I yanked his
boxers down and Ben stepped out of them, his hard 4.5 inch cock pointing at
my face.  I pulled him up close and leaning forward, grabbed a handful of
his tight ass with each hand and slid his hard penis into my mouth.  I slid
my lips down his velvet smooth shaft until my nose was entangled in his
sparse dark blonde pubes.  As I began sliding my mouth back and forth along
his cock, Ben's sharp intake of breath and moan indicated my ministrations
had had their desired effect.  Adding suction and tightening my lips, I
began bobbing my head, driving my lips up and down his hard shaft.  As I
did, I slid my hand farther around one cheek and my finger onto his tight
hole.  When I tickled his opening with my fingertip and pushed a little, it
popped in and Ben's hips shot forward, driving his penis deeper into my
mouth.  I pushed a bit more and my finger slid farther into his opening,
until it was all the way in.  I twirled and wiggled my finger and Ben
became more and more excited, until I could sense he was getting close to
cumming and, as I prodded his prostate, he screamed, "AAAAHHHH
FFFFUUUCCCKCKK," as he started shooting his young teenage semen into my
mouth.  As I kept stimulating his little button, Ben continued to shoot and
jerk and twitch.  "Ohh, oohh, oohfuucckk, enough, please, ohh, stop.  Can't
take any more, stop," he cried.  So I gently eased my finger out of him and
he collapsed forward onto me, panting.  I pulled him down beside me and
kissed his luscious lips.  After we all relaxed for a few minutes, I said
we should all get to bed, since we had a big day in the morning.  But Ben
wasn't exactly through yet.  He said, "But Sam, it's not fair."

I asked him what he meant and he replied, "It's not fair, I blew, but you
didn't."  And with that, he reached over and placed his small hand right on
top of the very obvious bulge in my jeans.  I leaned back on the couch and
let Ben have complete freedom to do what he wanted.  He undid my jeans and,
as I lifted my hips, drew them down and off my legs along with my boxers,
leaving me naked from the waist down.  Ben wasted no time as he knelt
between my spread legs and took my rapidly hardening cock in his small,
tight mouth.  He started bobbing his head, sliding his soft lips back and
forth along my now throbbing shaft.  The sensation was incredible and then
Ben took my cock out of his mouth, stood up, turned around, moved back
toward me and straddled my hips with his tiny pucker over top of my cock.
He lowered himself until the head was against his opening and slowly sank
down, his hole stretching and sliding down my rock hard shaft.  Ben slowly
impaled himself on my cock until it was completely engulfed and his little
balls hung over top of mine.  He lifted his feet and put them on top of my
thighs, opening himself up as wide as he could and then began fucking
himself on my cock, his back against my chest.

Ben was bouncing rapidly on my cock, when suddenly we heard, "Holy Fuck!"
come from the corner of the room.  Ben stopped dead and I jumped.  Luke had
wandered into the room from the hall and caught us mid-fuck.  He stood
there with wide eyes, a smile on his face and a large bulge in his shorts.

I looked at Luke and said, "Wanna join us?"  He was standing in front of us
in a split second, his shorts now at his feet and his raging hardon
sticking straight out.  I reached out and grasped his hard rod and began
stroking him as I also started bucking my hips, driving my cock up into
Ben.  Both young boys began moaning.  I suggested that Ben should suck Luke
while I fucked him and he nodded.  He took hold of Luke's cock and drew him
closer, so that his cock was right at Ben's mouth and then popped his mouth
right over the head.  As he bounced up and down on my cock, Ben slid his
lips back and forth on Luke's rigid shaft.

Luke sighed with pleasure, "Mmmmmyyyeeeaaahhh, feels sooooo good.  Oh
yeaaaaah, suck my cock.  Oooooh...mmmmm...yyeeeeaaaahh."  Ben was grunting
as I thrust drove my hips right up into him, forcing the maximum length of
my cock into him and I was moaning as his little boy's hole engulfed my
cock in its moist interior, milking the sperm out of my balls.  In what
felt like a minute, I could feel my balls drawing up and that familiar itch
starting at the base of my cock.  With a loud growl I pushed my dick as far
into Ben's ass as it could go.

"Oh fuck Ben, you're sooo tight.  Ohh yeaahhh, Ohh fuck...Ohh fuck...Ohh
baby...Ohh fuck...Oh shit, Ben, I'm gonna cum."  And I did, emptying my
balls and blasting several shots into this young boy's ass.  "Ohh
yeeaah...Ohh yeeaah... Unnh, Unnh, Unnh, Unnh,
Unnh...ohfuck...ohfuck...ohfuck...oohhh holy ffuuuucck......Oh yeahhhhh. "

As I came down from my orgasm, Ben sucked Luke for all he was worth,
jacking the big dick in his mouth at the same time as he sucked on it. In a
very short time at all, I heard Luke begin to pant, "Oh man, oh man, oh
man, Ben, I'm gonna cum, don't stop (like he had any intention of that), oh
wow..."  He grabbed Ben's head and held him still as he fucked his cock in
and out of Ben's mouth and then, with one last hard push, buried his penis
as deep as Ben could take it and with a cry of, "ohhh, ooohhhh, unghhh,
ungghhh, OH FFFUUUCCCKKKK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK, oh, oh, oh, ohhh,
ohhhhh," emptied his teenage cum into Ben's throat, as Ben swallowed and
swallowed and occasionally gagged.

When Luke had finished, he slowly drew his cock out of Ben's mouth and, on
wobbly legs, stepped back.  Ben slowly lifted himself off my wilting cock,
my cum dribbling out of his ass and Luke's out of his mouth, and lay down
beside me.  All three of us were now covered in sweat and Ben in cum as
well, so I suggested that everyone take a shower and then get to bed.

Luke and Ben walked gingerly over to the boys' bathroom and I went into
mine.  After I'd showered completely, I checked on the boys.  Luke had
finished ands was just drying himself off, while Ben was in the shower.
His beautiful body glistened with the water cascading down it.  Luke said
goodnight and went to the bedroom and I waited for Ben to finish.  He
stepped out of the shower and I wrapped him in one of the large bath towels
and began drying him off.  I, of course, paid special attention to drying
off certain parts of this cutie, but, since it was very late, I didn't want
to start anything we didn't have time, or, in my case, the energy, to
finish.  So, once he was dried off enough, I guided him into my bedroom,
into bed and, after giving him a goodnight kiss, pulled the covers over
him.  I went back to the bathroom, turned out the lights, then the living
room and then, finally, to my bedroom, where I climbed into bed beside the
two sleeping kids and, almost immediately, fell asleep.

Morning came all too soon.  And we were off to the start of another day.
Breakfast for 5, hustling to get Ben and Owen ready for the meet and then
into the car and off to the pool, leaving Luke and David at home to enjoy
themselves.  Ben headed for the locker room when we arrived and Owen and I
went into the stands to watch the day's proceedings.  The team performed
well, but the deficits from the previous day were too large, in some cases,
to overcome.  Katie took second place, Braeden, a third, Stevie and Karri
ended up in fourth and Marc ended up sixth.  Ben had a difficult day and
came in seventh.  We all met in the lobby of he rec centre and I let the
team know that I was proud of their efforts and that we'd be back at it on
Tuesday, that I wanted them to take Monday off, since I felt they could use
a rest.  Then we all went our separate ways, Owen and I heading home.

When we arrived, David was watching TV alone.  Luke's mom had come and
picked him up, but they had made arrangements for David to spend the
weekend at Luke's next weekend.  We had dinner, relaxed for a while
watching a movie on Netflix and then it was time for Owen to hit the sack.
I walked him into the bedroom and, when he'd undressed, tucked him in.  I
lay down over top of the covers and cradled him as I gently stroked his
back.  It had been an incredibly tough week for the little guy and he just
needed someone to hold him and reassure him that everything was going to be
alright.  All the emotional energy he'd expended caught up with him and he
fell asleep in no time at all.  I stayed with him for a while, probably
because I didn't want to let him go myself.  I went back out to the living
room and found David asleep in the chair, so I gave him a gentle shake and
when he woke up, I suggested he go to bed.  He nodded and slowly stood up,
wobbling slightly.  I took his shoulders and guided him to his room, where
he fell onto his bed.  I helped him get undressed, tucked him in, gave him
a goodnight kiss, turned off his light and left, closing his door.