Date: Mon, 8 Jun 2015 13:15:25 -0400
From: Eff Del <nolitimere156@gmail.com>
Subject: Green Grow the Rushes o chapter two

*Green Grow the Rushes-O*

*By Eff Del*

*Chapter 2*

*There are times when we honestly question our choices, our direction and
our preferred course. We must, at these moments recognize that our guesses
are simply that; our hopes are tied to our faith and that our faith will
sustain us if we are strong enough to trust in it. Faith after all, is all
that we really have in this life. Hope is useless without it and without
hope, what is the purpose in going on?*

Sean insisted that if we three were going to share my bed, Jack needed to
shave. I'd smiled softly because the sparse downy ginger fuzz on the older
boy's chin was probably a sort of badge of pride for him but I also
expected he knew it would have to go before the wedding anyhow.

After he'd showered, he stood at the vanity in his bathroom with Sean
keeping an eagle eye on him.

 After Christmas, I'd spent several mornings with Jack showing him how to
whip up a proper lather in his shaving mug with his new badger shaving
brush. I'd taught him how to work the lather into his `peach fuzz' and how
to use his new razor to properly shave his youthful face. It turned out
that he'd been using disposable razors and regular soap to groom himself.
Fortunately, his facial hair was still rather sparse.

Just as with my own morning ritual, Sean was fascinated with Jack shaving.
The idea of having to remove facial hair was somehow intriguing to him. He
giggled as Jack worked the soapy brush into his youthful whiskers.

I felt a pang in my heart as I looked at my handsome redhead...he was growing
to be a young man and I was afraid he'd be off into the world before I'd
even had a chance to enjoy him as a boy.

As Jack toweled off his clean-shaven face, he turned and smiled warmly at
me.

"We can sleep together tonight can't we Dad?"

I smiled and pulled him into a one-armed hug.

"I don't see why not son, as long as we all remember we've got a lot to do
tomorrow and it's already late."

"Oh, don't worry, I just want to cuddle and hug my Dad and my brother.
That's OK isn't it? Two months is a long, long time."

Sean jumped into the conversation quickly and said;

"Scuze me Rufus, You've been gone a long time and I think we're gonna do a
little more than cuddlin'"

I smiled and said;

"Sean, you may be right, but we've got to get some sleep so perhaps some
quick `welcome home Jack' and then its sleep time."

I draped my arm around Jack's bare shoulder and guided him out the door and
down the hall from his bedroom to mine. Sean followed in almost perfect
tandem.

With a large smile, Jack, who was already naked climbed up on the bed while
Sean and I quickly undressed.

I smiled down at the beautiful redhead and said;

"Well Jack, you've got a good deep tan already except on your butt, crotch,
hips and thighs. You're practically lily white there."

He scowled for a second and then grinned at me.

"Geeze Dad! I can't exactly runaround naked on a University Research ship
like you guys do around the pool here."

"Dad hasn't opened up the outdoor pool yet Jack so we haven't been running
around naked outside. We're probably less tanned than you.

He's gonna open it up on Menorial Day an' you'll be back a month after
that."

"You mean `Memorial Day' Sean." I corrected the boy.

"That's what I said; `Menorial Day'. Then, we can run aroun' naked by the
pool. Summer hasn't even got started yet. You'll be back in plenty of time
Jack."

I dimmed the lights down to a soft `almost dark' and got onto the bed with
the two boys.

"Scoot over Sean so that I can say `welcome home' to Jack."

 I moved down and knelt at Jack's feet and slowly pulled his legs apart. He
offered no resistance and he sighed as I bent over and began to softly kiss
and nibble on his inner thighs.

As if on cue, Sean was bending over kissing Jack on the lips with a passion
that belied his tender age. Jack reached around and was massaging the
younger boy's up raised globes tenderly but vigorously.

Sean in turn, was using his free hand to stroke and tweak his brother's
nipples; alternating from one to the other.

I slid forward a bit and began to gently lick the older boy's scrotum
rolling each of his almost man-sized balls between my softly clenched lips
while I worked my tongue over the soft surface of his sack. In between his
passionate kisses with Sean, Jack was moaning louder and more urgently. I
sensed that enough was enough and I took his very hard cock into my mouth.

I flicked my tongue snake-like across his helmet and then down the length
of the bottom of his shaft. He hips began to thrust and his thighs started
to heave.

Sean had moved his lips down to one nipple while his hand continued to work
on the other.

Jack began to breath frantically while moaning and sighing. I began sliding
my lips up and down his shaft while dragging my tongue on the up-stroke and
flicking it on the down-stroke.

After a few moments, Jack was digging his fingers into the flesh of Sean's
perfect little gluteus and his legs were twitching. I was not surprised
when he gasped out;

"I-I'm c-cumming."

No sooner had he said it than he was shooting his hot load into my mouth. I
continued to suckle his shaft until he'd collapsed exhausted onto the
mattress and his breathing gradually slowed to normal.

His long red hair was plastered in a mess over his forehead but his green
eyes twinkled even in the dim light and he smiled up at me.

"Man, I've missed you. I've really missed you both these past two months.
It's so good to be home even if it's just for a few days."

He sat up and patted the bed alongside him indicating I should lay down
there.

"Now I'm going to do you Dad and then..." he smiled at Sean, "I'm going to do
you Tadpole and then we're going to go to sleep."

He slid down between my legs and grinned a wicked boy grin made all the
more devilish by the fact that he was at least a month and a half overdue
for a haircut.

>From the first time we'd been together, I'd recognized that Jack gave the
most extraordinary blowjobs I'd ever experienced. Tonight was no exception
and he soon had me on the edge of Nirvana.

Unlike most times Jack fellated me however, he did not attempt to prolong
or delay my climax. Recognizing the late hour, he skillfully brought me to
an amazing explosion with-in his talented mouth. As my orgasm ended, I
collapsed panting and smiling.

Stroking my thigh lovingly, he slid over to Sean's side of the bed. The
younger boy was sitting up and Jack softly pushed him down onto his back
and spread his legs for him.

Sean was soon cooing with pleasure as Jack worked his little boy rod
skillfully and shortly, Sean was cuming with little boy enthusiasm. When he
was finished Jack rose up, leaned forward, and kissed the smaller boy.

"I love you Tadpole." He said softly.

"Love you too Rufus." Sean whispered in return.

Jack climbed over me and nudged me in the direction of Sean.

"Your place is in the middle Dad, so we can both snuggle with you."

I complied and moved to the center of the bed. As I did so, Jack stroked my
arm.

"I really love you Dad. Thanks for everything you've done for me."

I replied in an almost hoarse voice choked with emotion;

"Truth be told Jack, all I ever really do for you boys is love you.
Everything else just follows."

There were a few minutes of silence and then, I smiled as a boy cuddled in
on each side of me.

"Goodnight family." I whispered.

"Goodnight family" a voice to my right replied.

"Good night family" came to response from my left.

I smiled as I thought to myself `we could be the fuckin' Waltons if we
weren't all in the same bed'.

Blissful sleep overtook me just moments after that.

*******

I'd inadvertently left the blinds open and the early morning light began to
flood gently into the room.

 My eyes opened slowly but with no reluctance.

I was not in the least bit surprised when the first thing that I saw was
two bright blue/green eyes staring down at me.

He was sitting on my stomach and typically; he was wiggling as he sat
perched waiting for me to wake up.

As I shook off the heavy confusion of sleep, I realized that Jack had
rolled over on his side and was still soundly asleep with his wonderful
teenaged ass pressed firmly against my thigh.

Typically, for a teenaged boy, Jack tended to sleep later than Sean and me
so, even when the three of us shared a bed, Sean and I tended to shower
together.

My vison was clear and focused now and my heart warmed as I looked up into
his joyful smiling face.

"Mornin' Dad!" I winced slightly...if Jack were not such a heavy sleeper;
Sean's exuberance would have awakened him. I glanced at Jack and he didn't
even flinch.

"Doncha gotta pee Dad?" He looked at me seriously. "I hadda pee bad when I
woke up so I got up and did it... an then came back to wait for you to wake
up."

His grin was dazzling and I rubbed his soft firm ass as it wiggled on my
stomach as I smiled up at him.

"Well, if I didn't need to before, your little ninety pounds wiggling right
on top of my bladder, made certain that I do now."

I placed my hands under his arms, lifted him up off me, and slid out of
bed. I threw him over my shoulder and carried him with me into the
bathroom.

He began laughing and I cautioned him to be a bit quieter so that he didn't
wake Jack up. I had no idea what type of hours they worked on the research
ship but I suspected they were long and irregular and that Jack was
probably tired. He was still only sixteen years old, and boys that age
needed more sleep than they usually wanted to acknowledge.

I stood Sean on the floor and proceeded to pee. While I did so, Sean moved
my shaving equipment into place. He decidedly didn't like facial hair and
since the few times I'd gone a day without shaving, he'd become the `Razor
Nazi'. I smiled as I thought that after last night, Jack was in for the
same treatment.

I smiled at the beaming little boy and said;

"When you grow up, you'll probably wear a long flowing beard."

He wrinkled his cute little nose and looked at me curiously...there were
still aspects of my sense of humor that he didn't understand.

"My turn to pick the shower song!" he called as he scampered to the control
panel.

Leaving the excess shaving soap on my face, I moved into the shower and got
the water started. The arraignment of the multiple showerheads had remained
more or less stable since Sean's first week in my life. We'd found what we
liked and we'd left things that way.

His face was adorned with a dazzling smile as he almost skipped into the
hot spray wrapping his arms around me. At moments like this, I knew I could
die happy and without a regret.

"Here it comes Dad. I think I gotcha this time." He was grinning up at me
like a little imp.

It only took a few seconds for the orchestral intro to register and I was
startled when I tried to realize how a child could even know of this
recording. It was actually amazing that I knew about it.

Had I not spent so much time with my grandfather at Fish Camp, listening to
his old records while we read our books by the fireplace, I doubt that I'd
have recognized it...but I did.

I leaned down and kissed his forehead.

"You belong to me" I whispered. "What a great choice".

I was rewarded with a `Sean smile' as he drew me into a swaying dance under
the steamy hot water. The tempo and the melody were perfect for a swaying
hug as Jo Stafford's voice flowed through the speakers.

I was crying as the song progressed when I realized how much the lyrics
applied to how I felt about my two boys.

*Fly the ocean in a silver plane.*

*See the jungle when it's wet with rain.*

*Just remember when you're home again*

*You belong to me.*

How in the hell did this twelve year old boy know about a recording from
1952? I was astonished but then, I remembered his encyclopedic memory and
his love of music. It seemed like he only had to hear something once and he
remembered it.

The streaming water from the multiple heads his my tears but as I swayed in
the shower with my arms around Sean, my heart swelled and I realized that I
loved Jack with all my heart and soul but, I adored Sean. Sean was the
center of my whole life...in fact, he was probably the reason that I was
alive at all.

The break in the song came appropriately and I softly sang along into his
ear;

*`I'll be so alone without you.*

*Maybe you'll be lonely too*

*And blue.'*

As the song ended, he looked up at me with a gravely serious expression.

"Dad, you'll never be without me unless you send me away. I'll always be
your boy and you'll always be my Dad. That's why I picked that song Dad...you
belong to me."

I lifted him up and he wrapped his legs around my waste and we hugged each
other tightly.

"Sean, I love you so much it almost hurts."

"Don't say that Dad. Nuthin about love should hurt."

I kissed his nose and said;

"You're right...now let's get washed up."

As we were toweling off, a groggy eyed Jack stumbled into the room. I
noticed that his young dick was at full staff though that didn't concern
him in the slightest. I had to keep reminding myself that Jack and Sean had
been raised in a totally male environment and that neither of them had any
`normal' sense of body modesty. Stiffies were just part of living.

"Mornin'... guess I missed the shower concert again?" He was grinning and
leaned in and kissed us both.

"I'll meecha downstairs." He stepped into the shower and Sean and I headed
to our rooms to get dressed.

*******

The way Martha reacted in the kitchen; you might have supposed that Jack
had been off fighting in a war. Don't suppose that the boy didn't milk it
for all it was worth. Martha's love and attention were worth more than
diamonds or gold.

The table groaned under stacks of pancakes, plates of scrambled eggs and
toast. Even after all this time I was still astonished at how much these
two could eat and seemingly not gain and ounce of fat.

They seemed to finish at the same time and looked up with grinning
syrup-smeared lips.

"Thanks Mrs. Edwards!" They exclaimed in unison and Martha beamed.

"Jack, if we can find the time you'll have to tell me about your adventure
at sea."

He smiled and said;

"You bet Mrs. Edwards. It's so exciting...I can't wait to tell you about it."

"OK boys...give Mrs. Edwards a hug and then head out...it's haircut time for
the Tucker men."

This was not greeted with a great deal of enthusiasm but also, with little
resistance; these boys were realists and recognized the inevitable.

I tried to alleviate the angst by telling them that we'd drive into town in
the Jag XKE.  Somehow that made it better.

********

To be continued

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