Date: Sun, 14 Aug 2016 20:57:50 -0400 From: Mike Loggerman <chatterman36@aol.com> Subject: The Return of the Prodigal The Return of the Prodigal By mike loggerman Chatterman36@aol.com As always please support Nifty... I'm what some people woul call a road warrior. I'm always on the road for work, and consequently, I'm always horny looking for sex. I have several fetishes; hairy pits and pubes, and I love to bottom. Sucking guys off in restrooms is fine, but my real goal was to get a man naked and inside me. I stopped late one evening at dumpy motel along the highway. The desk clerk was short, chubby, with dark brown hair. He looked like he was in his early 20s. I commented that it must really suck to work the late shift. He said it does, but the place was full, so he could lock up the office and get some sleep. I said it must really kill your social life. He laughed and said there was no social life anyway. I acted surprised and asked when was the last time he enjoyed someone feeling his body. He said not since high school. I asked why not. He lowered his head and said no one seemed interested. I told him if he didn't mind being pleasured by a guy, I liked his body and would love being with him. He smiled, locked up the office, and showed me to my room. When we got into the room, I unbuttoned his shirt and ran my fingertips along his smooth curvy chest. I felt his tits and sucked his nipples. He sighed. He lifted his arms for me and I ran my fingertips through his hairy pits. I sniffed and licked them. His cock was hard and pressing against his shorts. I unfastened his shorts and pulled them down with his boxers. I felt his round stomach and hairy crotch. He moaned. I got on my knees and looked up at him and asked how many times he could cum. He said at least three. His cock was about seven inches and on the thick side. He parted his legs and I took his balls in my mouth and sucked them. I took off my clothes and sucked his cock while he watched me move up and down his hard shaft. He moaned softly as I sucked him then started thrusting. I felt his cock throb on my tongue as he shot his load in my mouth. I swallowed and lay on the bed with him. He said he loved it. I told him I thought he was hot. I kept feeling his body and he got hard again. He said I was amazing. As I sucked him, I asked if he wanted to fuck me. I pulled my legs up exposing my hole and told him to press his cock against my ass. He scooted up to me and I felt his cock pressing against me. I groaned as his cock slid inside me. He thrust his cock deep in me. I told him how good it felt. He moaned as he moved in and out of me. I played with his pits as he pounded me. He said he was going to cum. I wrapped my legs around his and told him to keep going. He thrust his cock hard inside me and I felt his cum shooting inside me. He softened and pulled out of me. We lay together in bed, feeling eachother. I said if he was able he could fuck me all night. He was still horny and I played with his body while we lay there. I told him I loved feeling his cock inside me. He said he loved fucking me and got between my legs and thrust his hard cock inside me again. He said the fact that I wanted him excited him. He fucked me slowly and deeply. He stroked my cock as he pounded me. He shot his load in me and we fell asleep. He got up at 5am and said he had to open the office. He had morning wood, and i asked him to fuck me again before he left. He thrust his cock inside me and fucked me hard until he shot his load in me. I thanked him and he left. When I checked out, someone else was at the desk, so I left. A few days later, I was staying at another motel. There was no smoking in the rooms, so I took a chair and sat outside my room for a smoke. A thin middle aged black guy came up to me and mentioned that he missed the days when there were smoking rooms, and took out a cigarette. I told him he was welcome to pull up a chair and join me. He had a dark beard, which I found to be very sexy. It was a warm night, and we were in shorts and tee shirts. I told him I was on the road for work. He said he was traveling for a family visit. I commented that driving all day is pretty lonely. He said yeah, and it makes you horny too. I agreed and said it makes you very horny. He laughed and lit up another cigarette. I asked what he does to relieve the horniness. He said if he has to, he uses his hand, but he'd rather find someone to have fun with. He asked what I do for fun. I said if I'm lucky, I find someone who will let me enjoy his body. He smiled and said that sounds like fun. He asked how I like to enjoy a guy's body. I said feeling and tasting it, and feeling him inside me. He asked if I ever had a black cock. I said I had. He said he'd love to share his with me. We went to his room and undressed. He had a large cock, surrounded by a thick black bush. He held me and kissed me as he felt my smooth ass. I got on my knees and sucked his cock. He watched as I deep throated him. I lay on the end of his bed and he spit in his hand and lubed his cock with it, and thrust it inside me. I groaned as he worked his cock deeper in me until he was in balls deep. He played with my chest and kissed me as he pounded me. I groaned with pleasure, not wanting him to stop. He fucked me a long time and grunted as he thrust up inside me and shot his load in me. He kissed me and thanked me. We got dressed and sat outside to smoke. I told him it was great. He said he wished we were staying around a few days so we could play more. He said he had a load or two more in him if I wanted to sleep in his room. We went back to his room and undressed. We loved feeling each other's bodies. He was right about being horny. He fucked me twice by morning. We kissed and I went back to my room, showered, and was on my way. I was finished with my work, and was on the way home. I stopped about 4 in the afternoon, and got a room in a cheap motel. I left the curtains open a bit, and lay on the bed in gym shorts and no shirt . I saw a skinny guy with stringy long hair and a beard walk by my room a few times, always looking in. I left the door ajar, and smiled the next time he walked by. When I smiled, he opened the door cautiously and I said hi. He asked if I was looking for company. I said yes. He came in, closed the door, and the curtains. He asked what kind of company I was looking for. I said I wanted someone who would share his cock with me. He took off his clothes and stood in front of me. He had a dense brown bush, a long soft cock, and big low hanging balls. He had a strong body scent and crotch scent like he hadn't showered in a few days. He asked if I wanted him to shower first. I said he could shower afterwards, and that I liked his scent. I stood up and licked his hairy pits. He moaned. I sucked his tits as I felt his body. His cock was getting hard and I sat on the bed and sucked it while I played with his big balls and pubes. It was big and thick. He asked if I could handle it. I told him as much as he wanted to give it. I got on my back and pulled my legs up. He slid his cock inside me and my ass closed tightly around his thick rod. We groaned together as he moved in and out of me. He said I have a great ass. I felt his hairy pits as he fucked me hard. He asked where I wanted him to cum. I said inside me. He started thrusting hard and fast and shot his load deep inside me. He lay beside me and said it was great. I sent out for a pizza. After we ate, he asked if I could spare a few bucks. I said if he could stay the night, I'd take care of him in the morning. He smiled and said that was good because he was still horny. He lay back and I sucked his cock anf got on top of him and rode it until he shot another load inside me. I fell asleep with my face nuzzled in his armpit. His cock was hard when I woke up and I rode his cock again. He stroked my cock as I rode him. He had me get off him and fucked me from behind. It excited me to have him fuck me. He shot his load in me and we showered together. As we got dressed, I handed him 20 bucks. He thanked me and left. I drove all day. It was starting to get dark. I saw a husky blond guy in a tank top walking along the side of the road. As I got closer, he put out his thumb so I pulled over. He was sweaty and asked how far I was going. I told him and he said he needed to be near there. He got in the car. He had a strong scent. He apologized for being sweaty but I told him I liked his scent. He laughed and said no one ever said that to him before. I told him I was planning on driving another hour and getting a room for the night. I said he could try to get another ride, or if he wanted, he could spend the night with me and I could drop him off tomorrow. He said he didn't have money to split a room. I said it cost the same whether one person slept there or two. He smiled and said he'd like to stay with me and ride with me the rest of the way tomorrow. I got us a room at a cheap motel and sent out for a pizza. After we ate he lay back on the bed with his arms behind his head, giving me a good look at his hairy blond pits. He had a strong odor. He asked if I was joking about liking his scent. I said I was very serious. He asked what I liked about it. I said it excited me. He said I could smell it all I wanted. I lay down beside him and ran my fingertips through his hairy pits and sniffed them. He said it felt good. I licked his pits and his cock started to get hard. He removed his shirt and I felt his smooth chest and stomach as I sucked his nipples. He said it felt really good. He asked what I liked to do when I got excited. I said I liked to suck cock and get fucked. He said he never fucked a guy before, but he wanted to try. I pulled down his shorts. His white briefs were sweaty and cum stained. I felt his hard cock through his briefs and took them off him and smelled them. His cock was hard and thick, over seven inches. He had a very dense bush. I sniffed and licked his balls and sucked his cock. He moaned as I moved up and down his hard shaft. I got on my back and pulled my legs up on my chest. He thrust his cock deep inside me. My ass closed tightly around his thick rod and he pounded my ass. He groaned as he fucked me and said it was better than a pussy. He said he was going to cum and shot a huge load inside me. He got off me and watched his cum drip out of me. I lay beside him, enjoying his bare skin against mine. He said it was great. I told him he could fuck me all he wanted until we left. I felt his cock and balls. He started to get hard again. I lay on my stomach and lifted my ass. He got between my legs and thrust his hard cock inside me. He fucked me slowly and deeply while I groaned. He started thrusting hard and fast and shot his load in my ass. He said I was amazing. We fell asleep holding each other. He woke up with a hard cock and kissed me as he thrust it inside me. He pounded me hard and shot his cum inside me. We showered and got on the road. As we drove, he said he was just going to crash at a friend's house, but he had no plans. He said if I wanted, he could stay with me and fuck me whenever I wanted. I said we could try it out and see how things work out. We got to my apartment and I showed him around. He said his name was Chris. I figured he needed a place to stay, and I needed someone to fuck me. We got undressed and got in bed. His cock was hard and he slid it inside me. I lay back enjoying the feeling of his manhood deep inside me. He knew I loved it and went slowly until he shot his load in me. He walked around in gym shorts without a shirt. Even after a shower, he had a strong scent. While I did my paperwork, he cleaned the house and cooked. He was the perfect houseboy. He had a very strong sex drive and fucked me several times a day. I bought him some clothes in case anyone came by. At the end of the week, I had to make another trip. I figured he would move on. Chris asked if he could travel with me. He said he could meet my needs on the road. I loved being with Chris, and it would be better than the pot luck sex I was used to, so I agreed. Chris' first trip with me went really well. He was pleasant on the road, and sensual off the road. He carried my bags, and gave me great sex every night. I asked if he felt like this was a job. He said I gave him a roof over his head, clothes to wear, food to eat, and great sex. He said it wasn't a job, it was an arrangement. While we traveled, Chris told me he grew up with his mom in a welfare apartment. He never knew his dad. He didn't have many friends in school. People made jokes about his odor. He said I was the only person who liked it. His mom said it was like Cinderella's slipper. The right girl would like it, and she would be the one for him. He laughed and said she didn't realize that the right one would be a guy. He said his mom passed away last year and he'd been on his own since. He was 20 years old. I asked Chris if he was thinking that I was the right one for him. He said he didn't know, but he was really enjoying being with me. When we got to the motel, we took off our shirts and I hugged him. I really loved feeling his body against mine, and as always, his scent drove me crazy. He kissed me passionately as he held me, something we didnt do before. He undressed me and slid his shorts down and got on top of me. He kissed me hard as he slid his cock inside me. He fucked me with great intensity and passion. I wrapped my legs around his caught up in his passion. I shot my load as he cummed in me. As we lay in bed, I buried my face in his armpit. He asked if I could ever love him. I said I love him now. Chris held me close to him and kissed me. For the first time in my life I was having sex with someone I loved and it was intense. We weren't just fucking, we were making love. Our roles were mixed. Sexually he was definitely the dominant male, I was his wife, and we were both incredibly horny. Domestically, I was the husband who ran the budget and earned the living while Chris kept the house clean, and did the cooking. I think he used to do it for his mom, because he seemed happy about it. As days turned into weeks I kept waiting for our love to wear off, but it only grew stronger. I was really happy having Chris around, and he seemed to be just as happy. I occasionally attended a gay church, and made an appointment with the pastor. The pastor was a nice guy, and in a gay ministry, I was sure he had heard it all. I told him everything, except for sexual details. I even told him about Chris' mom, his scent, and what she said about it. The pastor laughed about Cinderella's slipper. He said real love is very rare in the world and is something to be cherished. He said we should take the time to see if it lasts. I thanked him. He said it wouldn't hurt if we showed up at services once in a while. I said we would. I took Chris shopping and bought him a suit. He asked why, and I said we should start attending church. He looked surprised and amused. I said it would be a gay church. He said ok. We liked the service and Chris met the pastor and liked him. There were other couples with age differences like ours, and we felt like we fit in. Another couple asked if we wanted to come for dinner, and we agreed. On the way home, Chris said he liked the service but wanted to know why we were going to church all of a sudden. I told him I had never been in love before, and I was confused so I had a talk with the pastor. He helped me and I thought it would be good for us as a couple to be connected to other couples. I was afraid he would be upset, but he held my hand and said he liked that I cared so much. We got undressed and Chris started kissing me. I bent over my desk and he entered me from behind. He rubbed my back as he pounded me slowly, and shot his load in me. He hugged me and kissed me. We arrived at the house of the couple from church about six. Ted and Joe. They welcomed us and we sat in the living room. They were older than us, but they were 10 years apart from eachother, like we were. They shared their story with us, and we shared ours with them. Ted said our story is very special, not to rush anything, but enjoy the trip. They said they had been together for 20 years, and if we needed any advice, we could always call on them. One afternoon, I was done with my work and Chris had finished his housework. He was horny, and stretched, exposing his arm and I buried my face in his armpit. I was really horny and told him I needed him to fuck me now. I pulled down his shorts and sucked his cock. I got on top of him and rocked back and forth as he moaned. He started thrusting up into my ass. He stroked my cock as he fucked me after he shot his load in me, he sucked my cock and swallowed my cum. He said I was the best wife a guy could have. I wanted Chris to get trained in a job, because I didnt want him to be totally dependant on me. He didn't want to go to college, so he went to a trade school and became a plumber. There was a plumbing contractor at church who hired him as soon as he graduated. He liked the job, and he brought home a decent paycheck. I was made a regional supervisor and didnt travel as much, so we were home a lot. Ted and Joe came over for dinner one evening and after dinner they asked if we were planning on getting married. They said we had been together almost two years, and by then we should know if we wanted to be together or not. That night, Chris and I had a serious talk. I said he could make it on his own, so he wasn't dependant on me, and I wanted to know of he still felt the same way now as he did at the first. He said no, and my heart sank. I knew it was a possibility if he could make his own living, but this was my worst fear come true. He smiled and said he loves me more each day. I chased him around the house and jumped on top of him, hitting him. He rolled over on top of me and kissed me passionately until I stopped fussing. I was crying. I couldn't believe it. He saw my tears and started to cry. He said he will always love me, and asked me to marry him. Chris gave me a diamond gentleman's ring. He said we belong to each other. Later on, Ted asked why I got the diamond. Chris smiled and said the lady always gets the diamond. Ted and Joe burst out laughing. The biggest problem with the wedding, at least for me was family. Everyone in my family knew I was gay, but no one ever talked about it, at least with me. I didn't even want to invite them, but Chris pushed me. He said he had no family except me, and he wished his mom was here. It was going to be a three day trip. I was in full panic mode. I called my parents and told them to expect me on Friday. I made Chris buy new clothes and he went to a groomer. They perfumed him to death, and he did it all for me. We got a hotel room in town, a nice place. I wanted Chris to stay there until I first told them I was gay before I talked to them about the wedding. My parents were very comfortable, but lived modestly. I knocked on the door. I was nervous as hell. I hadn't seen them in over seven years. I hugged my mother and shook Dad's hand. He looked at me and said, "the prodigal returns." I could see in their eyes that they really were happy to see me. I always felt like the family disappointment. My older brother and my sister were both married with children. My dad got to the point and asked why I felt it necessary to be away from them for so many years. My emotions welled up and I just blurted out that I'm gay, and I didn't want to see the disappointment in their eyes. My dad looked at me with deep hurt in his eyes. He said, " You didn't come home because you're gay?" He said, "We always knew you were gay. We didn't care. We thought you didn't love us." He started crying and collapsed on my shoulders in a hug. I was crying and said I didn't want to disappoint him. He said he was proud of me, and always had been. My mother sat on the couch sobbing. I told them that I made a life for myself and I was getting married. My mother asked why I didn't bring him along. I said Chris was staying at the hotel with me. I just thought we should talk first. My parents said they wanted to meet him. I called Chris, and told him to be out front in 15 minutes. We got in my dad's car. It was bigger. Chris was waiting out front. My mom asked if that was him. I said yes. She said he was cute. We all got out of the car. I said "Mom and Dad, this is Chris." Chris extended his hand to my dad, but my parents hugged him enthusiastically and said welcome to the family. Chris was bolled over. We all got in the car and they took us to a fancy restaurant. Chris told them about his life and that I rescued him. He told them we joined the church and we were happy. We told them what our wedding plans were, and they asked if they could help. I said we'd be happy if they would attend. My mom asked about my brother and sister and their families. I asked how they would feel about it. My mom said not to be silly, everyone in the family knew I was gay, and they would be happy for us. Chris was excited and wanted everyone to come. My parents talked us into having the wedding in their garden, which was really beautiful. Our pastor could do the ceremony, and we could invite whoever we wanted. This wedding was taking on a life of its own. We moved the wedding to a Sunday afternoon so more people could be there. After dinner, we went back to my parents house. My mom called my brother and said I was there. Ten minutes later my brother Jeff came in. He stared at me and hugged me. He kissed my neck and then hit me for being away for so long. I introduced Jeff to Chris, and said he was my fiance. Jeff was taken aback for a moment, then broke out in a broad grin and said welcome to the family. My mom filled Jeff in on the wedding plans. Dad got out his camera, and mom took a picture of dad with Jeff, me, and Chris. Dad beamed and said, "Me and my boys." Mom called my sister and told her everything. She was excited. We hung out at the house until late. I told my mom and dad about my business, and they were proud I did it on my own. Jeff spoke with Chris. He said he really liked him. Jeff asked me the same question dad asked. My dad said, "he didnt want to tell us he was gay". Jeff said, " we all knew. We just never said anything because it was your place to tell us." Then he said we should never stay away from the family again. I promised we wouldn't. We said we should be getting back to the hotel, but promised to have breakfast with them in the morning. As we drove back to the hotel, I was crying. Chris held me and asked what was wrong. I said I had my family back. If it weren't for him, I'd still be separated from them. When we got in bed, Chris held me and said he was going to love being part of my family. He kissed me and said he loved me more than life itself. He tenderly caressed me, got between my legs and entered me. We met for brunch at my parents house. Jeff was there with his wife and kids. My sister in law hugged me and said welcome home. My nephews hugged me and uncle Chris. They climbed all over him. I never noticed what broad shoulders he has. After brunch, we drove home. Chris held me close to him. I felt like I was in a dream. when we got home, we called our pastor and he came over. We told him what happened and he was very excited. He said it was a special gift that Chris and I had each other, and it even brought about the restoration of my family. He agreed to officiate at our wedding at my parents house. Later that evening, Chris was getting ready for bed. I felt his big broad shoulders as if for the first time. He had become quite a man. I held him tightly and kissed him. I said I loved my hot stud. He let me suck his cock while he undressed me. He asked if I ever feel like a woman when he fucks me. I said I never feel like a woman, but I always feel like his wife. He slid his thick cock in me and said he loves my pussy as I delighted in having his throbbing manhood deep inside me. He kissed me passionately while he thrust his cock in and out of me. He said he loved me as he filled my ass with his seed. He ate his cum from my ass and kissed it into my mouth. I fell asleep with my face buried in his sweaty armpit. A few weeks later, my parents came down for the weekend. They stayed in a nearby hotel. They liked our apartment, and were really comfortable with us. They went to church with us on Sunday, and seemed to approve in general. Mom said she sent out the wedding invitations and most of the family was coming. My sister Alice was coming with her husband and their two girls. I had never met him, but they said he was nice. Two months later, we drove up to my parents house and we stayed in my old room, which was now a guest room. We changed into our tuxedos, and came down ready for the ceremony to start. Jeff was my best man. My parents walked me down the aisle, and Ted and Joe walked Chris down. After our vows, we got into a welcomimg line. Chris was looking strangely at my sister and her husband. He asked who he was, and I said he was Paul, my brother in law. Paul looked at Chris with that same strange look. They were built about the same, but Paul had dark hair and was older. During the reception, I noticed Chris and Paul talking. I came over and stood by Chris. They talked about how there was a strong resemblance. Paul said maybe they were related. Chris said he didn't know his father, but he told Paul his dad's name and where he was from. It was all he knew. Paul appeared shaken and sat down. Chris asked what was wrong. Paul said that was his father's name, and with the resemblance, they could be brothers. Chris looked extremely happy. I suggested that after the wedding, they get a DNA test. Paul said he didn't know if it was true, but hugged Chris, and said one way or another, we are family. When Jeff and my parents heard it, they smiled. The next day, they went down to get their dna tested. Paul and Alice delayed their return home. When the tests came back, there was overwhelming evidence that Paul and Chris were half brothers. They hugged eachother and we were all excited. Chris had family. They spent the day talking. Paul told Chris about his dad, and he ate it up. Chris was a lot like him. Several months went by and we were settled into our routine. One evening, I got a call from my dad. He was coming to town and wanted to have dinner with us. I invited him to our house, and Chris said he'd make dinner. After dad hung up, I took off Chris' shirt. He was looking pretty buff from his work, and I started playing with his nipples. He said no because he hadn't showered yet. I said I know and started sniffing his hairy pits. I pulled down his pants and said I needed his cock inside me. I got undressed and pushed him down on his back while I lowered myself onto his hard thick cock. He groaned as I rocked back and forth on his hard cock inside me. I said I only felt like a man when he was inside me. I buried my face in his pits and said his scent makes me so horny. He played with my nipples as I rode him. He flipped me over and started fucking me missionary style. He kissed me and said he loved being in my pussy. He thrust hard as he filled my ass with his cum. I hadn't cum yet so he sucked my cock until I shot my load. He kissed me and said how many men are lucky enough to have wives who get horny from their husband's sweat. When dad came to dinner, Chris had a roast prepared with all the trimmings. The apartment was spotless. While we ate, dad said he had an important proposition for us. He wanted me to come into the family business. He said I had proven myself, and it would mean more money and we could all be closer, because it would mean moving back to town. I said I'd talk it over with Chris. After he left, I asked Chris what he thought about dad's offer. Chris said he liked the idea of being closer to family, and the extra income sounded good, but we didnt know anything about the gay community in the area. Chris went online and found a gay church and community center in the next town near my parents. There was also a gay neighborhood called the village with a lot of nice small houses. I rubbed his strong smooth shoulders as he looked online. He said we should check it out. The next weekend we paid a visit to mom and dad. We drove around the village and liked it. We stopped in at a real estate agent who showed us an old Victorian home that needed renovation. I said if the price was right, we'd be interested. We visited the church on Sunday. There were a lot of gay couples. We said we were thinking of moving to the area, but the house we liked would need renovation. Two guys we met, Gary and Barry, did renovation work. Chris said he could do all the plumbing. They were excited to have a plumber who might work with them. They figured the job would take four months and gave us a price. It was reasonable. We went and had dinner with mom and dad. We told them what we were looking at. They were thrilled, but dad was unhappy about the price of the home. He asked if we would mind letting him work on the purchase price for us. I was never good at haggling so I left it to him. One night at home, dad called me. He said he had an engineer look the place over and it was pretty sturdy. It would need a new roof, plumbing and needed to be completely rewired. I told him we had guys to do the electric and plumbing, but not the roof. He said if we really liked the place, he could get the price down by at least 40%. I told him to do it. A week later, we signed the papers and the place was ours. Dad advanced the money with a cash sale . He also arranged for a roofer to replace the roof. We spoke to Gary and Barry, gave them the first installment, and they started rewiring the house. In the meantime, I put the apartment up for sale. In our market, it sold quickly. In a month, we were living at mom and dad's. I didn't like living at home, for many reasons. A main reason was that it put a crimp in our sex life. We still played, but we had to be quiet, and we were not usually quiet. Chris worked on the plumbing everyday and got to be good friends with Gary and Barry. They asked him to work with them when this job was completed, and he said he'd discuss it with me. I started working with Dad and Jeff, and liked my job, and liked working with them. I was being well paid, and we put most of the money into the house. We put in tile floors and refinished the kitchen. They stripped, sanded and refinished the oak woodwork. We replaced the windows and installed central heating and air conditioning. We came in under budget, and the place looked beautiful. We bought new furniture, a wedding gift from mom and dad, and had a housewarming party. My whole family came, including Alice and Paul. I loved seeing Paul and Chris together. It was clear to see they were brothers. We gave everyone a tour of the house. Chris made a roast turkey and we toasted to our family. After everyone went home, Chris kissed me tenderly. He said he had never seen me so happy, and it was very sexy. He led me upstairs to our bedroom and slowly took off my clothes. He got undressed and lay beside me massaging my back. He kissed the back of my neck as he slid his cock inside me from behind. He held me as I became intoxicated with his musky scent. I loved him and he loved me. It had been a year since we moved into our Victorian home. Chris and I loved being closer to family, and loved our community. We got involved at church and made new friends. Chris and I had been together seven years. He developed from being a husky 19 year old into a sort of muscular stud, at least he was a stud to me. He still had that strange body chemistry that was off-putting to most people, but to me just made me horny. Chris loved working in partnership with our friends Barry and Gary. I liked them and their husbands. One evening, we had dinner at Pat and Barry's house. Barry asked us if we wanted to spend the weekend at their cabin with them and another couple from church, Al and Billy. Al was a local cop, and Billy worked in a restaurant as a baker. I wasn't much for camping, but Chris wanted to go. Pat said there was more to it than that. He said the cabin was one big room, and they had sex with their own spouses, but we could watch eachother. I was hesitant about that, but thought it could be hot. I looked at Chris who had a pleading look on his face and said it would be fine. It was chilly that weekend. Billy, Pat and I got the place in order while Al, Barry, and Chris got firewood. We had dinner, and sat around the fire. It was warm. Al started undressing Billy and sucked his chubby tits. He slid off Billy's pants and briefs. Billy's body was round and smooth except for his dark hairy bush. Barry took off his shirt and started to undress Pat. Barry was very hairy, and it excited me. Pat was smooth but he had a huge cock. He tenderly caressed Barry as they sucked each other's cocks. I sniffed and licked Chris' hairy pits while I got undressed. I sucked his huge cock while the others watched. Billy groaned as Al slid his hard cock inside him and watched as Pat buried his cock inside Barry. I pulled my legs up and they watched Chris thrust his hard cock deep inside me. We were all excited as we fucked together. Billy moaned loudly as Al pounded him. It made me feel more comfortable and I groaned loudly as Chris thrust his cock deep inside me. Pat groaned as he shot his load inside Barry. After he pulled out, we watched him suck Barry's cock. Billy and I shot our loads while we were being fucked. Billy, Pat and I went in the kitchen to make hot chocolate. We were naked and I was enjoying being naked with them. Pat asked how I liked it. I told him I liked it a lot. Billy said watching everyone made him horny, but he really liked everyone watch him get fucked. We laughed and Pat said we all like being watched. We brought in the hot chocolate and sat with our hubbies. We were all naked, and felt a bond with eachother. I cuddled against Chris who caressed me while we sat and talked. Al got between Billy's legs and sucked his small hard cock while he played with his nipples. I got hard as I watched and Chris sucked my cock while he stroked his. I lay back and he thrust his cock back inside me. Pat's cock was hard and Barry got on his hands and knees. Pat thrust his cock deep inside him. The room was loud with groaning and smelled of sex. Chris grunted as his cum filled me. He held me until we fell asleep. On the way home, I asked Chris how he felt about the weekend. He said it was really exciting to him. I said it was for me too. I said I never felt so intimate with other couples before, and I liked having sex while we watched eachother. Chris asked if I wanted to have sex with the other guys. He didnt sound like it was what he wanted, but more like he was worried. I reminded him that before we met, I had been fucked by many men. I enjoyed them fucking me, but none of them excited me the way he does. He smiled and said he was afraid I was getting tired of the same old cock and would want some variety. I laughed and said no. I said Pat and Al have really nice cocks, and I liked watching them, but I didnt want them to fuck me. I reminded him about Cinderella's slipper. I said he was the only guy I wanted. When we got home, we had a long intense fuck. A few weeks later, we were having a dinner party for Billy and Al. I was making a roast with potatoes, and Billy came over a few days early to teach me to bake. While we worked in the kitchen, he talked about our weekend at the cabin. He said for him it was like a bonding experience. I agreed and said once you are naked with your friends you never see them in quite the same way. He laughed and said thats for sure. He asked if I liked it. I told him I liked seeing him naked and watching Al fuck him. He giggled and said he really liked being watched. He confided in me that he was self conscious about being chubby, but Al made him feel very sexy. I told him I thought he looked very sexy, and I loved watching them. He said he loved watching Chris fuck me too, and he wouldn't mind the four of us fucking together again. He hugged me and said we were special to them. I never got the hang of baking, so Billy offered to bake desert. When Chris got home, he took a shower. When he dried off, he lay on the bed. I got undressed and lay next to him, sniffing his pits while I played with his big balls. He kissed me as he reached between my legs and rubbed my hole. He rolled on top of me and slid his cock inside me. I wrapped my legs around his and pulled him closer into me. He sucked my nipples and I shot my load. He shot hard inside me and lay on his back. He watched as I sucked his cock clean. He asked how my day went. I told him about my conversation with Billy. Chris didn't like the idea. He said it would be too easy to swap partners and he was only interested in being with me. I was good with that. Our dinner went well, and there was no mention of the cabin, so I figured Al wasn't keen on the idea either. The truth was, I was happy to have a faithful husband who only wanted me and I told him so. After Al and Billy went home, Chris asked if I was horny. I said I was thinking of his cock all day. He kissed my neck as he removed my clothes. He picked me up and thrust his cock inside me as he carried me to our bedroom. I kissed him passionately as he lay me on the bed and fucked me. I said I was the luckiest guy alive. As we lay in bed together, I buried my face in his armpit. He loved how horny it made me to do that. He fucked me again and tenderly caressed me. There was a lot of real estate activity going on in the Village. Since we restored our Victorian home, three more dilapidated Victorians on the block sold. Our pastor and his husband bought one, a gay couple from out of town bought another, and a doctor and his husband bought a third. The next year was noisy as the houses were transformed. Crime had dropped and many of the non gays moved out after making a killing on their dumpy houses. They wanted to let Adult video stores open, but the town council forbid it. Most of us were glad, because we wanted our area to become more upscale. The sex trade stayed out of town in the unincorporated areas. We went up to the cabin again, this time with Pastor Jim, and his husband Pete along with Pat and Barry. I had always wondered which one was the top, and which was the bottom. I enjoyed seeing them naked and seeing Pete fuck Jim. Pete had a beautiful black bush and a seven inch cock. By the time we lived there three years, we had fucked alongside all the couples in the church. It was kind of exciting, but I think ot dispelled the mystery and we had a high rate of faithful monogamy. Our community had a strong core of gay couples which made our area stable. There were a lot of young gay singles and they were fucking like rabbits. Older singles also showed up at church, using it as a cruising place. Every once in a while, Pastor Jim asked couples to take in certain singles not only to give them a place to stay, but to give them a more wholesome living environment. He asked us if we would be willing. Chris and I discussed it, and felt we could help. One afternoon, Jim brought over a young man named Steve. He was 18, and his parents threw him out when he came out to them. He walked over 100 miles and came to the Village, and found the church. He was tall, blond and chubby. Except for the blond hair, he could have been Billy's brother. Chris and I made him dinner. He told us he always knew he was gay, but he hadn't been active until high school. He sucked some cock, but no more. As we sat together, I changed my mind and thought he looked a lot like Chris when he and I first met. We told him our story, and hoped he could have an easier time of it. I gave him some basic house rules, and a few chores, but he didnt need to pay rent, and we expected him to find a job. He seemed hesitant to ask us things, but we told him he could ask whatever he wanted. He said he appreciated letting him stay with us,l. He hesitated and asked if he was expected to have sex with us. Chris started laughing. I tried not to laugh and told him that Chris and I only have sex with eachother. He blushed and apologized for asking. I told him we sometimes are naked around the house, and he was welcome to be as well, but its not something we do all the time, and he didn't have to. He laughed and said it sounded like fun. He asked what if he wanted to have sex with us. I looked at Chris and said that it was nothing personal, but we only have sex with eachother. I felt we were modeling a faithful relationship to him. For the first few days, everything was fine. A few days later, Steve came down to breakfast naked. His body was smooth and round. He had a dense blond bush like Chris, and a fairly average cock. I was enjoying looking at him. I told him not to move. I called upstairs to Chris and told him to come to the kitchen naked. Chris laughed and said whatever I wanted. He came in and stopped as he saw Steve. Steve got hard when he saw Chris. They just stared at eachother. Chris said it was like looking at himself. He turned to me and asked why I was still wearing clothes. I got undressed and we all had a good look at eachother. Steve's cock was hard and dripping. He said he needed to cum, and asked if he could look at our cocks while he jerked off. Chris said it would be okay. We watched him stroke his cock and we enjoyed the show. Chris and I got hard as we watched, and Steve got more excited. I got on my knees and sucked Chris' cock. I played with his balls and deep throated him. Steve lost control and shot his load. A moment later, Chris had a huge orgasm. I swallowed his load. Steve thanked us and we said it was fine. Chris went upstairs to get ready for work. Steve asked if we could do that again sometime. I said it should be fine. He said he really liked us, and would have loved to feel our cocks and suck them. I told him he needed to talk to Chris about that. Steve went upstairs to get dressed. I noticed a gob of his cum that landed on the kitchen table. I scooped it up and ate it. When Chris got home from work, Steve had a long talk with him while we had dinner. Chris agreed to let Steve jerk us off, and we would do the same for him, but definitely no oral or anal. He agreed and asked if we could do it now. Chris said no. Only in the mornings. Steve said ok. The next day, Steve came down naked. He asked if he could jerk us off. We got undressed and he felt our balls and stroked our cocks. Chris told him to work on his cock because he had to get to work early. He was getting close and told me. I got between his legs and sucked his cock until he shot in my mouth. He pulled up his pants and left. Steve was rock hard and asked me to make him cum. I started stroking his cock and feeling his tits. I felt his hairy crotch and his balls. He groaned as I stroked his cock. He said he was going to cum. I got a cup and he shot his load in the cup. I put it in the sink. I said he should get dressed but he said he wanted to get me off. He felt me all over and stroked my cock. I felt his smooth chest as he stroked me. I said I was going to cum and he grabbed the cup and I shot my load in the cup. He took the cup and drank it. He thanked me and went upstairs to get dressed. He was starting a job with Barry. I was getting worried about where this was going, until Steve came home in the afternoon. He was working for Barry, and he met a boy Barry and Pat had taken in. The boy was 20, and had a similar background. They had a date for tonight. Stan showed up at 7. He was well dressed, on the thin side, and appeared to be hairy. They went to dinner and didn't return until late. They kissed at the front door, and I thought I saw groping. Steve floated in and was quite animated. He seemed to forget about us completely. Later, while we were talking in bed, I told Chris I was relieved. Chris said he was too. He didnt like being handled by anyone else. I said I felt the same way. The next morning, Steve came downstairs fully dressed and ready for work. He didnt talk about jerking off, and seemed happy. We didn't see him until after 11pm. He came in and announced that he was no longer a virgin. I asked how it happened. Stan borrowed Barry's van for the date. They decided not to go to the movies. They parked and started kissing. While they kissed, Stan took off Steve's shirt and felt his tits. He kept kissing Steve and felt his hard cock through his pants. He pulled down Steve's pants and sucked his cock. He took off Stan's shirt and felt his hairy chest and armpits he pulled down Stan's pants and felt his hairy thighs and sucked his cock. Stan's cock was big and thick like Chris'. Stan tongue kissed Steve while he slid his hand between Steve's legs and fingered his ass. Stan told Steve he wanted to fuck him. Steve said he'd never been fucked. Stan said he'd love it. They climbed in the back of the van, and Stan ate his ass. Stan pulled Steve's legs up and pressed his hard cock against Steve's ass and slowly worked his cock inside Steve. Steve said it felt amazing as Stan slid his cock in and out of him. Steve shot his load as he was being fucked. Stan thrust harder, and Steve felt Stan's cum shooting inside him. They kissed and caressed eachother. Steve asked if Stan wanted to be his boyfriend. Stan, very matter of factly said he really likes Steve, and he wants to keep fucking him, so yeah he wants to be his boyfriend. Steve said that was good, because he really likes Stan, and loved being fucked by him. Stan got on top of Steve and kissed him as he slid his cock inside him. Steve and Stan were attracted to each other. Physically, they were total opposites. Stan was extremely thin, and his body was covered with dark hair. His cock was over eight inches and very wide. Steve was blond and very smooth. He had a belly and pronounced boy tits with big nipples. The only hair on his body was his thick blond bush. His cock was under five inches hard. Stan was attracted to Steve's smooth skin and beautiful tits, which Stan sucked every chance he got. Steve was attracted to Stan's skinny, hairy body and huge cock, and possessed it the only way he could; by offering his body to Stan, who gladly fucked him every chance he got. They were hot and heavy. Thankfully, Stan had a strong work ethic, and wasn't missing work because od sex. Steve didnt work out doing construction, bit got a job working in Billy's bakery. After several months, they figured they could rent a small apartment in the Village. We weren't sure if it would last, but it did. They went to our church, and were part of our couples group. Chris and I decided to continue fostering young boys, because it made a difference. Usually the boys we fostered were runaways or kids whose parents threw them out because they were gay. They were emotionally needy and traumatized. One of the boys, Jason, was 17. He came out to his parents and his father and brothers beat him senseless and dropped him at our church in the middle of the night. It was a scandal that made the local papers. Pastor Jim called us that night and asked if we could take him in. He was dirty, smelly, and bruised. Naturally, we took him in. That first night, I made him shower, and stayed up with him and just held him while he shivered and cried. Chris said I was the patron saint of lost causes. He smiled and said he loved my maternal instincts. The next day, Jason opened up to me. He was an average looking guy. He was always attracted to guys. He especially liked black cock, but his family was racist, and didn't want him to have black friends. His dad caught him sucking a black guy in a public restroom, dragged him out and beat the crap out of him. His father and brothers kept beating him for shaming the family, and dumped him off in the Village where he belonged. Jason was jumpy, so for the first few nights we let him sleep with us. I warned him that we slept naked, but he said he did too. Jason slept on the end, and I slept in the middle. He had an average body, a few chest hairs, nice pits and pubes. I let him snuggle against me. When he thought I was sleeping, he felt my body and stroked my cock. I let him feel me because I wanted him to feel accepted. Chris left for work early and let us sleep. After he left, I felt Jason playing with my balls and stroking my cock. It felt really good and I let him continue. I reached over and stroked his hard cock. I felt his pubes and balls. We stroked eachother until we both came. We shot our loads on our stomachs and tasted each other's cum. He held me as we lay in bed. I told him not to get any ideas, I loved my husband. Jason laughed and said he didn't mean anything; he just wanted to get to know me in a closer way. He said that Chris said the same thing to him when he jerked him off before work. We got dressed and I took him to the community center. Since he hadn't finished high school, I insisted he get his GED diploma. He studied in the classes and later played basketball while I went to the office. I got home at 5. Chris was home and cooking dinner. I was horny and wanted him. He said he hadn't showered yet. I kept feeling his body while he worked, and he followed me to the bedroom. I undressed him and sucked his hard thick cock while I played with his balls, burying my face in his thick, blond bush. I stood up and he undressed me while I licked and sniffed his pits. I lay back on the end of the bed and he thrust his cock deep inside me. We groaned together as he moved in and out of me. I held him tightly as he pounded me. My cock was ready to explode. He kissed me and my cock exploded on both of us. He thrust hard into me as he filled my ass with his cum. Chris and I licked my cum off eachother. He joked and said our young cock sucker was missing out. As we lay in bed, Chris told me he let Jason jerk him off before he went to work. I told him I let him jerk me off too. We showered together and got dressed. Jason got home in time for dinner. He told us about his day. He wasn't that excited about school, but he enjoyed playing basketball. He met a tall black guy named Elijah. He was 22 and worked for the parks and recreation department. They wound up in the men's room and sucked each other's cocks. Jason slept in his own room. I said Chris and I needed our privacy. The next day Jason went back to studying and met Elijah in the afternoon. They talked about their lives, and held hands. Elijah took him to a storage unit at the park. He unlocked the place, then locked them in. They kissed while they undressed each other. Jason loved feeling Elijah's very dark smooth skin. He loved feeling his rock hard cock and his dense black bush. Elijah ran his fingers along Jason's creamy white skin as he kissed him tenderly. Elijah wrapped his arms around him and fingered his ass. Elijah's cock was leaking. They lay together on a gym mat and sucked each other's cocks while Elijah fingered his ass. He got on top of Jason and slowly worked his big cock inside him. Elijah said he was really tight. Jason said it was his first time. Elijah was extra gentle. He took it slow until Jason got used to his big cock. They kissed and caressed eachother as they fucked. Jason shot his load without touching himself. Elijah announced that he was cumming and shot his load deep inside Jason's ass. They kissed and held eachother. When Jason got home, he was walking funny. I asked if he was ok. He said he was just a little sore. Chris sarcastically said "ask why." Jason blushed. Forthe rest of the week, Jason went to class and met Elijah afterwards. Chris said they didn't have to do it in a storage locker. He was welcome to bring Elijah home. We invited him for dinner on Saturday, and he came with a small backpack to stay overnight. We found out Elijah had been working at the Parks department for two years and made a nice living. He moved to the Village because he was gay, and wanted to live around gay people and he hoped to find someone to be with. He said he met a lot of guys who wanted to try out a black guy, but none of them were interested in a relationship. Jason completed his courses in two months and earned his diploma. He wasn't sure what to do with his life, but got a job with a guy named Derek in our church who was a handyman. He was one of the peopke who started the community. As Jason learned, he did well and made a decent paycheck. Jason moved in with Elijah, and a year later, they got married. They looked at us like parents. They had dinner with us on Sundays, and we were happy to see them happy together. Not all the guys we fostered were success stories. Some didn't want to follow our rules. We didn't discourage them from having sex, but we did discourage promiscuity. One boy, a 17 year old runaway named Brett came to live with us. Like most of our foster kids, he tried to suck our cocks the first night he was there. Chris and I had gotten used to it, but we had our boundaries; feeling and stroking were fine, but no sucking or fucking with our fosters. We had sought advice on it, and we were told touch was establishing a bond, but oral and anal was an intrusion into our relationship. Brett was pretty hairy for 17, and I had to admit that it excited me. The first morning he was with us, he slipped into bed with me after Chris had gone to work. He started feeling me all over. I lay back as he explored my body. He said he loved guys who were hairy like him. I ran my fingertips through his hairy pits and played with his nipples. I stroked his cock while I played with his pubes and balls. We stroked eachother, and he got on top of me and said he wanted to fuck me. I told him no, but I could feel his hard cock against my hole. I threw him off me and said NO! He got up, got his things, and left. I was shaken and stayed home from work. When Chris got home, he saw how upset I was, and I told him what happened. He said I did the right thing and held me. We called Jason who came over and rekeyed our locks. Chris took me out to eat, and we went for a long drive. The next day, I called Pastor Jim and told him what happened. He was shocked and saddened. He suggested we take a break from fostering for a while. In late August, we got a call from Pastor Jim. He asked us to come in. He said he didn't know how we felt about continuing to foster, but he had an unusual request from Child and family services, and we were the only ones who came to mind. He said there was a 15 year old boy who was in their custody. His dad abandoned him as a baby, and his mother had recently passed away. He was gay, and virtually unadoptable in the conventional community. They asked Pastor Jim if there were any couples he knew who might work with them. Chris and I both looked interested but not sure what the pastor was getting at. Jim said it would be a foster situation, but with the possibility of adoption. I looked at Chris, almost teary, and Chris said we would like to do it on a trial basis. Child and family services came to our house that evening to check us out. They seemed to like us, and loved our home. We showed them the bedroom the boy would have, and each of us talked with the social worker about discipline and rasing a teenager. We were both nervous. As she was leaving, the social worker smiled and said we would be great parents. We got a call the next day, and they brought Tim to the house. He was shy and scared. We showed him to his room. We enrolled him in school, and bought him clothes. Chris went out and bought him an X Box video game system. I looked at him and said I was so glad we didn't go overboard. Over the next couple of months, Tim settled in to our home, and into our lives. He spent most evenings playing video games with Chris. He seemed pretty happy. He said he always wanted a dad, but he never thought he'd have two. He choked up when he talked about his mom, and we didn't try to stop him. He had no other family. He started calling me Dad, and Chris was Pop. Two days before Thanksgiving, we had a discussion after dinner. We asked Tim if he was happy living with us. He got nervous and asked why. Chris said we were happy with him, and we wanted to know how he felt. He said in a very quiet voice that he loves us. Chris smiled and asked if he would want to be our real son... legally. Tim started to cry. He said he wanted that so bad. Chris and I started to cry. We all hugged. The next day I called our family lawyer to get the paperwork going. I told him to not tell anyone in the family because we were surprising them. Thanksgiving was at my parent's house. My brother and sister and their families would all be there. When we got there, everyone assumed Tim was our latest foster boy. They said hi, but not much else to him. They weren't being cold, but they knew our fosters came and went. Before dinner, we went around the table, saying what we were thankful for. I got up first, and said what I usually say, I'm thankful for my loving husband, my wonderful family... and this year, for my son, Tim. Tim blushed bright red. The room got silent. My parents looked at each other and tears rolled down their eyes. In a moment, everyone got up from the table and gathered around Tim. He was suffocating under hugs and kisses. My father hugged him and said, "I'm grandpa." My mother kissed him and Jeff hugged him and said, "I'm your uncle Jeff." Alice looked at us and asked who was Dad. Chris said, "He's dad, I'm Pop." She said she just didnt know how we'd work it. Dad said we should call his lawyer. I said he's already working o it. Dad said he didn't mention it to him. I told him not to. I didnt want him to spoil the surprise. After dinner, Tim ran around with his cousins. Everyone was over the top happy. On December 24th, the morning of Christmas Eve, we went to court and met in the judge's chambers. Tim legally became our son, and took our family name, just as Chris had when we got married. Our entire family and our close friends gathered at our home, for Christmas dinner, and to celebrate our son's arrival. How appropriate. Being a parent was something new to us. Tim was pretty shy, and we tried to not be overly sexual around him, other than kissing. Tim was curious about what we did, and we were curious about his body. One evening after dinner, I asked if he wanted to check us out. He excitedly said yeah. I said we wanted to check him out too. He asked if he could watch us fuck. Chris almost spit out his dinner. I suggested that maybe the three of us would jerk off together, and he could watch us fuck another time. He said that would be great. The three of us went to our bedroom and got undressed. He just stared at our bodies, and we stared at his. His cock was six and a half inches, slightly bigger than mine. He had a nice teen bush. I told him he could feel us if he wanted. He felt our balls and stroked our cocks. We felt his smooth chest and stroked his hard cock. We got in bed, with Tim in the middle. He stroked our cocks while we stroked his. He stroked us hard, wanting to make us cum. I shot my load first, and then Tim. He used two hands on Chris' cock until he shot his load. Tim tasted both our loads, and we tasted him. He said he hoped we could keep doing this. Chris said we could. Jerking off with Tim became a regular activity, and it helped bond us together. We were comfortable with each other's nakedness, and open with eachother about most things. One afternoon, I was alone with Tim, and he asked if we could Jerk off. We went to my room and we got undressed and felt eachother all over. Tim loved my hairy body, and I loved his hairy pits. I loved stroking his cock and playing with his balls as much as he loved playing with mine. We also liked eating each other's cum. When we were done, he asked me what attracted me to Pop. I told him I liked Chris' smooth body, his hairy cock and armpits, and his smell. Tim said the smell was the worst part. I told him most people don't like it, but it excites me. I told him it was like Cinderella's slipper. Tim looked at me and summed it up by saying that I liked his body. I said I did like his body, and still do, but it wasnt until much later that I fell in love with the kind of person Chris was. I wanted to be with him all the time, and I was always happy with him in my life. Tim nodded. I thought to myself that jerking off is the perfect father son activity. Tim jerked off separately with Chris too, and had similar conversations. One evening, I was at a business meeting and Tim was laying in bed with Chris jerking off. Tim asked Chris if he could sniff his armpits. Chris laughed and asked why. He said, "Dad said it was one of the things that excites him about you, and I wanted to smell for myself." Chris chuckled and put his hands behind his head. Tim buried his face in each of Chris' armpits and breathed in deeply. Chris put his arm around Tim and asked if it did anything for him. Tim said "No offense Pop, but your pits stink. I dont know what dad sees in it." Chris said jokingly that it didnt do anything for him? Tim said no. "The only thing that excites me is your big thick cock." Chris smiled and said, "Well lets stroke these bad boys and cum before dad gets home." They stroked eachother, blew their loads, and ate each other's cum. One Sunday afternoon, we were sitting around doing nothing, and Tim asked if he could watch us fuck. We were at a loss for words, but Tim said he hears us fucking late at night, and he'd love to watch us do it. I was about to say no, when Chris said we could watch, but no touching. He could watch and Jerk off. I just looked at them and said I wasn't in the mood. Later I told Chris I wasn't comfortable inviting Tim into our intimacy. After a long discussion he agreed, and we told Tim no. Tim said ok, and asked if we could still jerk off together. I hugged him and said always. A few nights later, Chris was being very affectionate. He thrust his cock inside me. I had my eyes closed and was moaning. I opened my eyes and saw Tim standing next to the bed, stroking his cock as he watched Chris' big cock sliding in and out of my ass. I was moaning and was even more excited watching my teenage son stroke his cock as he watched us fuck. He saw me cum without touching, and saw as Chris unloaded inside me. Tim shot his load and left. The next morning at breakfast, Tim said he was sorry he disobeyed me. Chris sat there and didn't say a word. I asked if he liked watching. He said he did. I asked if he had any questions about it. He said yeah. First he asked if I liked having Pop's cock inside me. I said I love it. Then he asked if I ever fuck Pop. I said no. I explained that some men are tops, they only like to fuck; other men are bottoms, they only like to be fucked, and a lot of guys are versatile, they like to fuck and be fucked. Tim thought for a while and said he thinks he would like to be a top. I said I thought that would be good. Tim asked if it hurt when pop puts his big cock in me. I said the first time you get fucked it can hurt, but your ass gets used to it. I told him Pop and I like fucking a lot. He nodded that he understood. He had one more question. He asked when he should start fucking. Chris sprayed out his coffee when he heard that. I told him that a lot of people just have sex, and they never get to love. Those people just use eachother and move on. They lead very lonely lives. I said my life was like that until I met Pop. I said you wait and save sex for someone you really love. I said its really worth the wait, and you will find that person. It seemed to satisfy him, so in the long run, letting him watch was a good thing. After he went to his room, Chris put his arm around me and said I handled that like a champ. He kissed me and said he had an award he'd like to present to me later. I said fine, but no audience please. Chris promised. We didn't have too many more sex talks with Tim, but jerking off with him was something we all enjoyed and continued. Tim collected our cum in a glass, mixed it up, and we all drank it. I loved feeling his hairy crotch and his balls, which along with his cock seemed to still be growing. When he handled Chris or me, he said he was handling the family jewels. When Tim was 16, he asked if I could teach him to suck cock. I looked at him surprised and asked whose cock he was going to suck. He said there was a boy in his class he liked, and they were getting together after school, and there was a good chance they would be sucking each other's cocks. I told him to wait for Chris to get home. Chris got home and took a quick shower. He came downstairs in shorts and a tee shirt. I told Chris to pull down his shorts. Chris asked why. I said Tim is getting together with a friend and needs to know how to suck a cock. Chris asked Tim if he had seen they guy's cock before. Tim said he saw him in the locker room. Chris asked how big he was. Tim hesitated. Chris said, is he more like dad, or more like me. He said more like dad. Chris told me to drop my pants. He got on his knees as I stroked my cock a few times. Tim sat in a chair and watched intently Chris wrapped his lips around my hardening cock and moved up and down my hard shaft. He played with my balls and pubes as he sucked me. I pulled my shirt up and he played with my nipples. I started moaning and thrust my cock in his mouth and shot my load. He opened his mouth to show Tim the cum, then swallowed it. Tim said that was intense. After school, Tim went to his friend Alan's house. Alan was his height and skinny. He was a quiet shy boy, like Tim. He had matured early, and was pretty hairy, something Tim found attractive. They sat on Alan's bed and pressed their lips together, opened their mouths and started kissing. They took off their clothes as they kissed, enjoying the feeling of their bodies against each other. Tim felt Alan's hairy pits while Alan felt Tims smooth thighs. Alan's cock was bigger than he thought. It was over seven inches. They moved into a 69 position and sucked each other's cocks. Tim loved having Alan's cock in his mouth and fought his gag reflex getting it all in. He breathed in Alan's arousing crotch scent as he sucked him. Tim said he was going to cum. Alan said he was too. They shot in each other's mouths and swallowed. They lay in bed together, kissing and feeling each other. Twenty minutes later, they were sucking each other again. Alan asked if they could be boyfriends. Tim said they are. When Tim got home, I commented that he smelled of his boyfriend's sweat. I asked how the cock sucking went. Tim said he loved it and he could suck Alan forever. I asked if he got sucked too. He smiled and said twice. For the next few days, Tim spend every afternoon at Alan's house. I reminded Tim that he could have Alan over here. I said they could just as well suck eachother at our house as well as theirs. Tim brought Alan home for the weekend. He was not what I or Chris expected. We expected some kind of stud. Alan was skinny, hairy, and wore glasses. He was more shy than Tim. At least thats what I thought before I heard them in the bedroom. They were pretty loud and sensual. Chris and I watched a movie. They came out sweaty, wearing shorts and watched the movie with us. Alan had a strong scent. I figured Tim liked it like I liked Chris' scent. Sunday morning early, Tim and Alan were laying naked together, feeling each other. Alan said he loved Tim. Tim said he loved Alan. Alan asked if he ever fucked. Tim said he hadn't but he had seen his dads do it. Alan said he had seen his dads do it too. He asked if he wanted to try it. Tim said he wanted to, but not yet. He remembered our talk, and said he wanted to be sure how he felt about Alan. Alan respected that and they kissed. We all had a big breakfast and Chris played video games with the boys. After Alan went home, Tim told us about the weekend. He told us what he said to Alan, and Alan's response. We were impressed with Alan, and more impressed with our son. Alan and Tim became close, and everyone at school knew they were boyfriends. Either they were at Alans house or ours. A year passed and they were still together. Another year passed, and they graduated from high school. On prom night, Alan and Tim were at a hotel. They lay naked on the bed kissing and caressing each other. Tim fingered Alan's hairy hole. Alan's hairy body and strong scent were an aphrodisiac to Tim. Their cocks were hard. Tim got on top of Alan and pressed his hard cock against his hole. Alan relaxed as Tim's hard cock slowly entered him. They moaned together as Tim moved in an out of his hairy lover. They groaned as they finally consummated their love. Tim thrust hard as he shot his load. Alan loved Tim inside him. He wanted him inside him for the rest of his life. Grandpa was bankrolling college for Tim. Alan was going on a scholarship. We bought them a condo to live in during school. It belonged to the family trust, but it was theirs for as long as they were in school. Tim went into business administration, and Alan went into computer science. I was concerned about their relationship lasting, but it did. They graduated and got married. They had good jobs, and chose to live in the Village. I was 60, and Chris was 51. It was hard to believe. Dad passed away. Jeff and I ran the business, but were semi retired. My son Tim and Jeff's sons worked in the family business with us. Chris had a bad back from working and sold his plumbing company and retired. Our lives were rich and full, all because I fell in love with the hitchhiker I picked up so long ago.