Date: Mon, 08 Oct 2001 00:13:04 -0400
From: LJB <readersstop@netscape.net>
Subject: Loving Tyler's Dad  Chapters 6 - 8 (LJB)(MM 1st oral anal)(8/8)

The following is a work of fiction and is the property of the author.  If
you are looking to get off quick, read something else.  This story is
presented in serial form and you'll read background, before you get any
mind-blowing sex scenes.  If you are bothered by same sex relationships,
read no farther.  This is a story about the interaction of males with each
other in a fictional setting.  It's a story with some sex, not sex with
some story.

I do not usually acknowledge e-mails, instead using my time to write.
I do appreciate hearing from you.
Hope that you have enjoyed the addition of the sequel to this story.       LJB

(P.S. - To those of you brave enough to admit it in your notes, I too cried
writing the first part of chapter 3 and still can't read it without tearing
up.)

Loving Tyler's Dad - 2.2


CHAPTER 6

It was hot.  For a September evening it was truly unusually hot.  It was
bad enough for the men who were going to be wearing formal tuxedos, but the
usual light fabrics used in their construction was nothing compared to the
dress uniforms which we were wearing to the Fireman's Ball.  Just the
thought of it made me start to sweat.  At least I could jump into a nice
cool shower just before the time came for me to dress and leave.

"Hey, Pop."  Ryan bellowed as he zoomed through the front door, slamming it
behind him.

"I'm in my room."  I responded.

You would swear that boy's feet were at least two feet long and a foot wide
and shod with horse shoes from the clomp, clomp as he came up the stairs to
the second floor and down the hall to my bedroom.  It always provided a
surprise for me when I took a few minutes and really looked at him.  He
grew and changed so much it's a wonder I recognized him from month to
month.

Soon to be 13, Ryan was 5'3" of skin and bones with the trace of sinew and
a few muscles holding him together.  His whitish blonde hair, fair
complexion and dark blue eyes highlighted his handsome face and made him
swell with pride every time he was told he looked just like his father.  In
a year or two as he filled out more he would have the broad shoulders and
thick chest like mine and he might in time even rival my 6'3".

As I lay out the pieces of my uniform on my bed he sprawled on the other
side of it.

"Pop, do you think we might get a swimming pool some day ?  he wanted to
know.  "It sure would be nice on days like this when it's really hot.  You
could swim in it when you came home from work and I could ask some friends
to come and swim with us.  It seems like a good idea to me, Pop.  What do
you think ?

"I think we've had this discussion before."  I replied.  "Pools take quite
a bit of care, but seeing as you're getting to be older now and could help,
we might consider it, maybe for next Spring.  We'll talk about it again,
after we've looked around to see what is available and how much it will
cost."

"Gee, Pop.  You really mean it ?"  he enthused.  "That would really be
great."

"Of course if we did get a pool," I said, "we would have to consider it
your birthday present and Christmas present and graduation present and son'
day present and........"

"You had me goin' `til you hit `son's day', Pop."  he laughed.  "You were
serious about the pool though, weren't you ?"

"I was serious about the pool."  I assured him.  "And just for the record,
Buster, every day is son's day."  I reached over and grabbed his belly
lightly causing him to squirm and bellow.  He is one really ticklish dude.
"Okay, I have to get a nice cool shower and then dress for the Dinner."  I
sat on the end of the bed and untied my shoes.  After slipping them and my
socks off, I caught the hem of my T-shirt and lifted it over my head.
Rising and throwing it on the chair against the wall, I turned back and
found my naked son standing by the edge of the bed waiting patiently.

"It's a little early for you to be getting ready for bed, isn't it ?"  I
asked.

"I'm going to have a cool shower with you.  Please, Pop," he pleaded.  I
nodded my head and laughed as he went charging into my bathroom.

I thought about how he use to do this when he was smaller.  Neither Danny
nor I could ever get into the shower either alone or together without Ryan.
The odd occasion we tried, he would stand pounding at the bathroom door
screaming at the top of his lungs.  We had to let him in before the
neighbours called the police over the ruckus he would make.  If we wanted a
private shower it had to be well after Danny was in bed and asleep for the
night.  He really wasn't being naughty, he just established his right of
access to us early and was not about to give it up.  That right was
exercised continual until he was about six, returned for almost a year
after Danny's death and then had become occasional since then.  His call
interrupted my thoughts.

"Come on, Pop.  I'm waiting for you."  he called.

I made my way into the bathroom and found him waiting impatiently.

"Are we shaving ?"  he wanted to know.

"Do you think we need to ?"  I questioned, watching him rub his chin
carefully feeling for any trace of fur as he peered sharply into the
mirror.

"Awe, come on, Pop.  Did you know I got hair under my arm ?"  he asked.  He
lifted his arm turning so his pit was open to me.  I stared at the smooth
skin trying to see what it was he was showing me.  "It's right there he
said, impatiently."  Maybe it was, but I couldn't see anything.

"Oh, ya."  I said, feeling discretion was called for.  Ryan was definitely
well into puberty.  I noticed a few minutes ago in the bedroom his scrotum
and testicles had grown significantly and there was a puff of blonde hair
sitting over his slightly larger penis.  He had not felt any specific need
to talk to me about these changes, but then I had prepared him for them
before anything had started to happen to him.  "I see, right here."  I
stuck my finger in the pit and wiggled it.  He howled in response and
ducked away from me.

"No fair."  he giggled.

I stepped up to the sink and prepared to shave.  He stepped up next to me.
My normal five minute routine took about 20 minutes as Ryan insisted on
making certain he had the closest and smoothest possible shave.  Ryan has
been very lucky with a lack of acne and takes care of his appearance
carefully, so although this wasn't the best of timing, I considered it a
worthwhile lesson and worthy of my close attention.

When we hit the shower the coolness of the water was so refreshing and
stimulating it revitalized me, so the yet to come evening activities did
not seem so foreboding as previously had been anticipated.  Ryan was dried
and dressed before me and I must admit the shorts and light shirt he wore
made me wistful for a quiet night on the patio with a cold beer and no
shirt.  Collecting my resolve I finished dressing and prepared to endure
the worst.

"You ready to go ?"  I called out to Ryan.  "I have to get a move on and I
still need to drop you at Randy's house."  Ryan was spending the night at
his friend's house and I was to drop him off.

"Ready, Pop."  he advised me as he came down the stairs two at a time.  He
had his overnight bag with him.

"You got everything this time ?"  I questioned.  "Tooth brush, pajamas,
slippers, clothes for tomorrow."

"Yup. I'm sure."  he guaranteed me.  I locked the front door behind us.
"Wait, I forgot the pop and chips."  I locked the front door again after
the necessities of Saturday overnights were obtained and we were off.



CHAPTER 7

Nancy had always been a distinguished looking woman.  Tall, not overweight,
but also no spindly model, about 55 years old, glasses and a nice dresser.
Tonight she put that impression of her totally to rest.  Tonight she was
gorgeous.  Elegant was the first word to come into my mind when I saw her.
She had her hair done professionally, her dress and cape were designer name
and her makeup had to be studio applied.  I asked a jeweler we knew to
supply her with a delicate diamond tiara and she was perfect to reign over
the Fireman's Ball.  I was honoured to be escorting her and felt certain my
attendance would be completely overshadowed by her presence, an idea much
to my liking.

The limousine brought her to the house before I left so Tyler could share
in seeing Nancy at her finest.  I met the vehicle when it arrived and
escorted her up the walk and into the house.  I believe the appreciation of
her appearance by Tyler was the compliment most welcomed by Nancy all
night.  We left for the Hotel at 7:30 and made our entrance 10 minutes
before the Dinner was scheduled to commence.  I noted there was a small
group of Senior Fire Officers congregated outside the Ballroom entry when
we arrived and they appeared to be waiting for someone.

I presented our invitations at the door and we were asked to wait for a
moment.  The entry attendant went over to the group of men I had noticed
and spoke briefly to them, causing them to turn and look in our direction.

"Oh, oh."  I whispered to Nancy.  "We've been spotted."

"Don't worry."  she whispered back.  "Justin was a big contributor.  They
just want to size you up and see if they can look to you for the same
support.  I expect they'll be very nice to you tonight.  They don't know
what to expect."

As we were speculating the group moved over to us.  A distinguished, middle
aged gentleman stepped forward.

"Mr. Roth.  I'm Fire Chief Wilson Dennis." he announced as he extended his
hand.

"I'm pleased to meet you, Chief."  I responded taking his hand and shaking
it.  "I would like to introduce my friend, Ms. Nancy Davidson."
Pleasantries were exchanged as the Chief introduced the three Fire
Inspectors who accompanied him.

"We have taken the liberty of seating Captain Troy Marshall at your table."
he commented.  "He is the Director and Head Instructor of Search and
Rescue.  I felt if you had some interest in one of the programs which will
be mentioned tonight, he would be able to provide details for you and your
friends."

"Thank you for your consideration, Chief."  I said.  "I'm sure he will do
an excellent job for you tonight."

"May I escort Ms. Davidson to your table, Sir ?"  the Chief requested.  I
looked to Nancy and she nodded.  I stepped back and the Chief came forward
and offered her his arm.

I followed them into the Ballroom accompanied by the Inspectors.  The entry
was to the rear of the room and we walked an aisle along the outside wall.
We appeared to be headed for the front of the room and I realized the table
assigned to our group was near if not at the front.  The room itself was
very large and ornate crystal chandeliers hung from the two story high
ceilings.  There must have been 100 tables set out for 12 guests each with
formal tableware and china at each seat.  That would be 1200 seats and I
swear there must have been at least that many people.  The din in the room
was almost deafening.

As we neared the front of the room I could see our friends gathered around
a table.  There were two empty chairs remaining and seated beside one of
the empty chairs was a Fire Officer.  His back was toward our approach.  I
could see he was tall from the height of his shoulders and head above the
back of the chair.  I could also see he had blonde hair which was quite
noticeable on the head which was slightly above most of the other seated
people.  When we arrived, the Chief stood to one side, so Nancy and I were
directly behind the seated Officer.

"Ms. Davidson and Mr. Roth," the Chief said, "I would like to introduce
Captain Troy Marshall."  As the Chief spoke the man turned as he rose from
his seat and the first look I got of him was his eyes.  I stared into those
dark blue eyes.  Justin's eyes.  I saw Justin's form standing before me.


"It could have been the heat."  someone said in the distance.  The din of
the Ballroom had disappeared and it was cooler than it had just been.

"He's coming round."  a distinctive bass voice announced.

"Davis, are you all right ?"  Nancy's voice sounded distressed.  "I'm sorry
Captain, you're going to have to go over there and let me talk to him."  I
opened my eyes.  I was laying on a bed, no longer in the Ballroom.  "Davis,
speak to me."  Nancy demanded.  She sat on a chair beside the bed.

"What happened ?"  I asked as Nancy's face focused into my view.  "What are
we doing here ?"

"You fainted."  Nancy said.  "You were shocked and you passed out.  I
nearly fainted too."

"Justin."  I called.  "I saw Justin."

"No, Davis.  You didn't" Nancy assured me.  "You saw Captain Marshall.  The
resemblance is quite remarkable.  And shocking."  I tried to sit up, but a
large, very strong hand rested on my shoulder.

"Please lay still for a few minutes, Mr. Roth."  the bass voice counseled
me.  "Your blood pressure took a dive and you need to just let it level out
again."  I heeded the voice.  I had always heeded that voice.

"Davis, I'm going to move and Captain Marshall is going to sit here."
Nancy told me.  "He needs to take your pressure again.  Now don't be too
startled."  Nancy got up and moved out of my line of view.

"Thank you, Ms. Davidson."  the voice said.  "Please call me Troy.  I look
around each time you say Captain Marshall to see if my father just
arrived."  As he spoke, Troy moved into the seat Nancy had vacated.  My
eyes were fixed on his chest.  I slowly looked up and gasped without
realizing it when I saw his face.

"You are different," I observed after staring for a moment, "but at first
glance it is really shocking."  While I had been looking at him he had
pumped up the cuff on my arm and taken another pressure reading.

"It's back to normal now, Sir."  Troy stated.  "How be you let me help you
sit up ?"  He wrapped his big hands around my upper arms and lifted me into
a sitting position.  "How does that feel ?"

"I think I'm fine now, thank you."  I told him.  My eyes swept over him.
The broad shoulders, massive chest, narrow waist and long legs.  Without
thinking I glanced at his crotch.  The dark navy blue uniform pants
betrayed nothing, but I could tell it was well packed.  I glanced up to his
face again and he had been watching my gaze.  He turned slightly pink.
Quickly my eyes went to the floor and I noticed immediately his size 13
shoes.

"I've got a dozen pair of shoes at home that might interest you, Captain."
I muttered softly.

"What was that, Sir ?"  he questioned.

"I'm sorry."  I responded.  "Just my mind wandering.  And Troy, please call
me Davis."  I started to reattach the studs in the front of my shirt which
had been opened while I was unconscious.

"I'll help you with those, Davis."  the familiar voice said.  Troy reached
over and helped.

"Have we missed the dinner ?"  I asked, realizing Nancy was still sitting
at the end of the bed patiently guarding me as she had so often.

"Likely.  We've been here a little over an hour."  Troy replied.  "I'm sure
we can rustle up three meals somewhere."

"How be the three of us go up to the roof top restaurant and see what they
can feed to some hungry people ?"  I suggested.  We all agreed and Troy
went to tell the Chief where we were headed.

"I'm sorry I ruined your Ball, Nancy."  I apologized.  "I promise I will
make it up to you, even if it means I have to go to two more of these
things as penance."

"Don't worry, Davis."  Nancy answered.  "They're lucky both of us didn't
wink out on them.  I was so stunned I couldn't speak.  And then when you
keeled over.  You might have really hurt yourself if Troy hadn't caught you
going down.  That man has good reactions and reflexes.  I'll bet he's
dynamite in bed."

"You're the Belle of the Ball."  I urged her.  "Maybe you can get him to
take you home and stay for a nightcap."

"I thought you guys had a sense about these things."  she responded.
"Gaydar.  You should have seen the way he looked at you.  It's not me who
has a chance tonight."

"I think you have getting me a date stuck on your mind."  I laughed.  "You
better check those signals again, or you might miss out on a good deal."

"Mark my words, fella."  she wagged her finger at me.  "That man is going
to focus on you and you're going to love it."  Troy stuck his head back in
the door and told us everything was all set.

The three of us had a wonderful dinner at the hotel's finest restaurant.
The conversation flowed and in part due to Nancy's carefully phrased
questions to each of us we talked about our lives, our boys and our
partners.  I spoke of things about Justin which I had not planned to
discuss and I am sure Troy did the same about Danny.  There was an instant
trust and security shared among us and there was no hesitation to express
feelings which had remained buried until these moments.  It was an unusual
experience for me in interacting with friends.  And we were.  In the brief
time we had known Troy he had become a friend.

After we finished eating we returned to the Ball and our other friends at
the large banquet table.  Troy and I kept Nancy busy dancing, but also had
time to sit talking in the noisy, happy gathering while the Chief and
Inspector Robinson invited her to the dance floor.

"We missed the presentation program and the outline of our charity
programs."  Troy semi-shouted to me over the noise which surrounded us.
"The Chief will be disappointed I didn't influence your donation to the
programs."

"Well, maybe we should get together again so you can take a crack at it."
I yelled back.  "We won't tell him I have our donation cheques in my pocket
and he'll be pleased they are substantially increased from prior years."
He looked at me intensely.  I guess he had become accustomed to my periodic
staring at him.

 "Come to the house for Brunch and swimming tomorrow."  I suggested. "Two
o'clock and bring your son."  He nodded his agreement without any
hesitation.


I was glad Tyler was away for the night as I dragged myself in the house at
4:a.m., thinking at least I might have a chance to sleep in `til noon
before the clomping of his feet warned of his approach.  I dropped my
clothes by the side of my bed and slid between the cool cotton sheets.  The
heat had finally dipped and the slight breeze flowing in through my bedroom
window was actually cooling.  I threw the sheet back enjoying the
refreshing airflow caressing my body and I thought about this night's
events.

I had met a man who made me stop and think.  No one had done that since
Danny.  This man was intelligent, charming, interesting, entertaining and
handsome as hell.  I had really enjoyed every moment of this evening, even
taking care of him when he passed out.  Catching him when he fainted and
carrying him to the First Aid Room had been more than a responsibility of
my job, it had seemed my right, as if no one else had any business tending
to him.  I was drawn to this man since the first time our eyes met.

Danny had always said he knew we were destined for each other when our eyes
met.  Is this what I was feeling now ?  Was there some cosmic plan which
destined Davis Roth and me to be friends or even more ?  Was I fighting
this because we both still had vivid recall of two departed lovers in our
lives, or because I'm afraid to risk again on a relationship ?  And what
about Davis.  Was he going to be afraid too ?  His loss was so much more
recent than mine and yet he'd implied he wanted to establish a friendship
with me.

As I thought about these things my hand moved unconsciously to my hard cock
which was bobbing above my belly and stroked it gently.  The extra skin had
pulled back from the head and the large, deep red head was drooling fluid
onto my belly.  I scooped the fluid with my finger, placing it back on the
head and smoothing it around causing my toes to curl from the sensation.
Grasping the full 9" of steely beam with both hands I stroked firmly.  My
orgasm was on me before I was nearly prepared.  My back arched and my feet
pointed down as my breathing shortened and then ceased.  As jet after jet
streamed forth from me I closed my eyes tightly.

"Oh Davis, Davis."  I muttered.  My breathing started again and my body
relaxed as I settled from one of the strongest climaxes I've ever
experienced.  Slowly as my mind settled I realized for the first time in
over 10 years I had climaxed with someone else in mind other than my
beloved Danny.  I had just gotten off with my thoughts filled by Davis
Roth.  That was my final recollection as I drifted into the oblivion of
deep sleep.

"Hey, Pop."  Ryan's voice pierced the thick curtain of my slumber.  "Your
friend's up.  Are you going to rise too ?  It was the giggle at the end of
his statement which really made me take notice.

"You talk like you think I've never seen you with a boner in the morning."
I grumbled at him without opening my eyes.

"Ya, maybe," he replied, "but you've never seen Randy and his Mom with
one."  My eyes shot open as I sat straight up and looked around to see if
Randy and his Mother were standing in the room.  "That one worked."  Ryan
shouted triumphantly and made a hasty exit from my room laughing
maniacally.

Through the fog in my mind I made one clear mental note to kill him later.

"Hey, Ryan."  I yelled.  "Don't go far.  We're going out for Brunch at two
o'clock and you'll need your bathing suit."  I swung my legs over the side
of the bed and sat on the edge momentarily.  I caught a glimpse of Ryan
sneaking up to my doorway, making sure I wasn't laying in wait to get him.

"Are you serious ?"  he asked from the door.  I nodded.  "Well it's 1:30
already."  My eyes shot to the clock and verified what he had said.

"Panic time."  I yelled.  "He said it was informal, but I don't think he
meant unshaven.  Get clean clothes on, face and hands washed, teeth
brushed, hair combed and you better put some deodorant on the hair you say
you have under your arm if it hasn't fallen out by now."  He gave me a
really disgusted look before he took off to get ready.

We were ready and out the door in 5 minutes.  I knew the neighbourhood
where Davis had said they lived, but it had always struck me as a nice
middle class area, not an upscale, rich peoples' fancy homes location.
When we arrived at the address it was a nice house, not a lot different
from ours.  The homes were all pretty standard 30 to 40 year old
construction and there didn't appear to be anything special about any of
them.  It wasn't exactly what I had expected someone who the Chief
considered "wealthy" to live in.  I parked on the street in front of the
house and we walked up and knocked on the door.  After a minute it was
opened, not by a butler or servant, but by Davis Roth, himself.

It was a wonderful afternoon.  Ryan and I were the only guests other than
Nancy and I came to realize she was somewhat of a fixture around the house.
We met Tyler and he and Ryan hit it off almost as quickly as Davis and I
had.  The Brunch was excellent and Davis admitted he had it catered.  He
said he couldn't cook like that if his life depended on it.  The back yard
of the house was beautifully landscaped and contained a medium size
swimming pool which the boys played in while the adults lounged in a
conversation area.  Davis was so much more relaxed in his home setting that
in many ways he was even more than the man I met last night.

Nancy casually mentioned to me about last night being the first social
outing Davis had attended since Justin's death.  She also noted this
afternoon was the first entertaining he had done and he had been all nerves
making sure everything was just the way he wanted it.  The nerves had
passed by the time we arrived and he relaxed totally as we visited and
talked.  Nancy was a real gem.  At just the right times she would go and
check on the boys, or play with them for awhile and leave us alone to talk.

"Troy, I have something I need to say to you."  Davis stated at one point
when we were alone.  "I'm not very good at this, so please be patient with
me.  We have known each other only a few hours, but I feel very drawn to
you."

"Davis, I think you're a very nice person," I said, "but I can't be Justin
for you."  He thought carefully before he spoke.

"I really do know that."  Davis replied.  "It was very hard to separate the
two of you when we first met, but I've done that now.  It's Troy Marshall I
would like to meet again, if you are interested in keeping a friendship
going. I don't have many close friends, but I think you would be one.  Now
I've met you, I don't want it to end."

"I appreciate you telling me, Davis," I replied, "and to be really honest,
I feel a strong attraction to you, too.  We have a lot to learn about each
other, but if you are willing I would like to spend some time together
learning, with and without our boys."

"You just said what I was going to."  he responded.  "We are going to need
some time on our own to talk.  Would you be available for dinner together
sometime this week."

"That's fine."  I replied.  "How about tomorrow evening ?"

"I was hoping you'd say that."  he answered.  "I'll pick you up at 7
o'clock."  I agreed.

The rest of the afternoon went quickly.  We swam and played with the boys
and we all had a good time.  Nancy watched us, but refused to come near the
water saying something about her hair having to last for a month after what
she paid for it.  We ended up staying for supper as well and into the early
evening.  Grilled hamburgs were on the menu and we all pitched in to make
the preparations easy.  Tyler had three or four of the neighbourhood boys
in for a swim and Ryan made some new friends.  They all seemed to have a
good time and when we left all the boys, including Tyler were asking when
Ryan would return.

As we were saying our `good byes', Davis handed me three cheques which I
glanced at.  They were all made out to the Fire Fighters' Charities.  One
was from the Justin Forbes Remembrance Fund for $100,000 The second was a
donation from Ms. Nancy Robinson in the amount of $50,000 and the last was
drawn on the account of Davis Roth for $500,000.  I was the one who
appeared stunned now.  I had arrived here understanding he was "wealthy",
but it had just become unimportant when we were together.  Davis must have
noticed my hesitation and anticipated the thoughts I was having.

"You should know right off, Troy," he stated, "I have a lot of money.  We
try not to let it effect our lives more than necessary.  I hope it isn't
going to effect you either."  I realized the only thing that had changed in
the last few moments was my perception of Davis' wealth.  I was not going
to let this be an issue.

"Well, I'll tell you Davis," I replied, "I just decided who was going to
pick up the check for dinner tomorrow."  We looked at each other and
started to laugh.


CHAPTER 8

Christmas was just around the corner.  Troy and I had been seeing each
other for a couple months now.  It's really strange describing it as
"seeing each other".  We were friends.  Very close friends, but none the
less, friends.  We were together almost every day and if we didn't see one
another then we were on the phone to each other three or four times.  We
were having an asexual romance.  We were intimate.  We shared confidences,
we had grown to trust each other, we had even grown to anticipate each
other in many ways.  But there was nothing physical.  There was no physical
intimacy.  I could, speaking for my side, certify there was desire.  There
was even lust, but only alone, in the privacy of my own mind and bedroom.

And why was it like this ?  For my part it was fear.  And guilt.  I was
afraid if I pushed the physical intimacy issue Troy would run.  I couldn't
lose him, he was far too important to me.  And there was still the guilt,
as if my having a physical relationship with someone was being unfaithful
to Justin.  It didn't matter he had wished for me to go on with my life, I
still could not get past my own guilt.  Then too, I had never had relations
with any other man.  Justin was my one and only and when you've had the
best, anything else is a risk.

Everything else in our relationship was ideal.  We enjoyed each other's
company and conversation.  Many of our interests and views turned out to be
alike and the things we didn't agree on we respected the other's opinion
about.  Our son's had become practically `Best Friends', the two year
difference in their age seeming to present no discernible problems.

"Dad, I can't decide on Ryan's Christmas present."  I was informed the
other day.  "I thought he should have a Trust Portfolio like I have, but I
don't know whether to give him an office building or an apartment
building."

We settled on a new baseball glove.  The money issue had not presented too
much of an obstacle for all of us.  Tyler was not use to getting
extravagances and his tastes and expectations fit in well with Ryan's.
They each realized what an occasional `big splurge' was when something
special was happening and my Christmas present to everyone this year was
considered a `big splurge'.  The day after Christmas we were all going to
Walt Disney World near Orlando, Florida, for the remainder of the Christmas
holidays.  Troy never even batted an eye about my paying for this.

It was a week before Christmas.  On the previous weekend Troy and Ryan had
been over to the house for the day and evening and Ryan was staying
overnight with Tyler.  The boys had gone to bed.  Troy and I were busy for
an hour wrapping some presents and sticking them away to later be placed
under the tree.  We had moved onto the couch in the den and were sitting
watching the remaining embers of a small fire in the fireplace.

"I love you."  I stated as I sat half turned on the couch looking at Troy's
handsome face, lit by the glow from the fire place.

"I love you, too."  he replied automatically, not really thinking about
what was being said, as the shimmer of the heated glow partially hypnotized
him.

"Troy," I said forcefully and he turned his head toward me, "I love you."
He looked at me intensely studying my face and searching my eyes.

"When Danny and I first made love with each other," he told me, "it was the
seal to our relationship.  He knew at that point we would be together and
when we finished, I knew it too.  I feel that way about us."

"In the first two days Justin and I were together, he had me make love with
him."  I explained.  "It was seven months before I asked him to make love
with me, it took me that long to be sure we should be together and I really
wanted him to possess all of me.  I would like you to make love with me
tonight.  I want you to possess all of me."  I slid the short distance
between us on the couch and wrapping my arms around his neck, kissed him.
And he kissed me back.  It was a gentle, inviting kiss which alerted us to
the feelings and needs we were each experiencing.

"We have two things which remain a potential obstacle between us."  I
advised him.  "These must be resolved before we can share each other
totally.  The first is money."

"Well, I have a small savings account and I own my own home."  Troy stated
mockingly.  "I also have a steady job, so we can count on my income."

"Be serious Troy, we have to reach an understanding."  I scolded him.  "I
spent my whole time with Justin and never had the slightest idea or cared
how much money he had.  Very early in our relationship he removed the
problem of money from my life, making me totally financially independent
from him.  He told me he didn't want me to ever have to come and ask him
for anything I did not wish to, but I could always expect his love.  I'm
giving you a Christmas present early.  This is my pledge of independence
for you."  I handed him an envelope and indicated he should open it.

"I don't know if I like this."  Troy grumbled as he tore open the envelope.
Inside was a bank book.  "You're giving me a bank account ?"

"This is yours no matter what happens between us from here on."  I
declared.  "Whether we go on together, or we don't, this is for you and
Ryan."  Troy opened the account book very slowly.  His face showed the
traces of a number of emotions as he stared at the balance.

"How can you do this ?"  he finally asked with annoyance in his voice.
"This is like buying me."

"The point is just the opposite."  I explained.  "You have not been bought.
You can get up and walk out of here right now and never speak to, or see me
again and the money is still yours.  Or you can stay and be loved by me
forever and the money stays the same.  The choice is yours now and always
will be.  You can never again have a thought you ever are with me because
of money, you are as independent as I am."

"Hell, I hate to spoil your program here, but you could have bought me for
a lot less than this."  he teased.

"The only price I was interested in," I told him, "was the same one you get
me for.  FREE."

"How would you feel about a soak in our hot tub before bed ?"  I asked.  He
looked at me curiously, but nodded his agreement.

In my bedroom we started to undress each other.  It felt a little strange.
In the few months we had been together as friends, we had not actually seen
each other fully naked.  After Troy peeled down my pants and shorts he took
a step back and looked at me.  I was boned up and rather than finding his
gaze romantic, I found I was somewhat embarrassed.  Forgoing my opportunity
to remove his trousers, I turned and headed to the hot tub to turn on the
air jets.  Troy finished undressing himself.

Troy was first into the tub and as he entered I had my opportunity to view
his magnificent body in all its splendor.  Unconsciously, I found myself
comparing him to Justin.  I guess it was natural as he was the only other
man I had studied intimately.  Troy seemed bigger than I remembered Justin.
His chest and abdomen had the same flat, smoothness, but Troy's had a
covering of soft, blonde fur across his pecs and down his rock hard abs.  I
had noticed this before when he wore a bathing suit, but now I saw it
continued into his pubic bush like a fur mat, encircling his dick and
covering his ball sac.  His butt had a light dusting of short, fine, blonde
hair which would be most interesting to lick and soft to nuzzle.

His shaft was long and fairly thick.  I'm sure it was bigger than I had
ever encountered before and it bobbed in front of him as he came out to the
tub and climbed in.  I followed him in and once he was seated, I straddled
his abdomen and sat on his lap facing him with my legs on either side of
his ribs and pressing my open mouth firmly against his, kissed him with a
passion I had not enjoyed for a very long time.  His stiff cock was firmly
pressed up along the crease of my ass and as we continued our kiss I felt
it increase in density and push harder.  My own tool was rigid and pointed
up between us as I hugged tightly to his body.

When we broke the kiss, we were both panting heavily.

"I'm going to make a mess in this tub if we do much more of this."  Troy
declared.  "My only sexual thoughts these last few months have been of you
and the real thing is going to have me spurting very quickly."

"I'm the same way."  I affirmed, being careful not to move my shaft between
our hard bodies for fear of losing it.  "Maybe we should rinse off and move
on."  We moved out of the hot tub after a very brief stay and into the big,
double shower in my bathroom.  As the warm water swished the chemicals from
our bodies, I moved in close to Troy again and pulled his head down to kiss
me once more.  Releasing him, I slid down his body onto my knees in front
of him and grasping his bobbing missile, I buried it in my mouth and down
my throat.  It had been over a year and I could still deep throat 9 inches
of thick cock.

I am sure I shocked the shit out of Troy.  It had likely been awhile since
someone had sucked his dick and I doubt if they had taken it all at one
time.  He groaned as I gobbled and when I started the swallowing action
which massaged the crown he could not manage any longer.

"Oh, Davis."  he groaned.  "Oh, I can't hold it.  Here I go.  I'm
ccuuummmmm...."  And he did.  My tonsils were flooded with rich, tasty
cream.  Again and again his long tube fired down my throat as he held my
head firmly but gently in those immense, strong hands and groaned and
moaned above me.  When his shaft had stopped spasming and started to soften
I felt his knees go weak and I braced him against the shower wall until his
mind cleared and his strength and balance returned.  He reached for my arms
and lifted me to my feet.  Bending forward he kissed me tenderly, gently
rubbing my back and rear end as he did.

"That was incredible, babe." he whispered to me drawing me up to him and
kissing me tenderly.  He sank in front of me to his knees and grasped my
still wagging stick between his lips, suctioning it to the rear of his
mouth and working it over with his tongue.  This man was good.  A skilled
lover whose actions gave promise of better things yet to come.  In a couple
minutes he had me soaring as I ran my fingers through his wet hair and
wailed like a banshee.  The thought hovered in my mind of how much better
sex could be with a partner than on your own.

By the time my reality returned from the high of my climax, Troy had us out
of the shower, dried and stretched out on the king size bed.

"That certainly got things off to a good start."  he teased.  "Let me know
when you're ready for the main event."

"Don't worry, big fella."  I assured him.  "You'll know without having to
be told.  Now let's deal with the last problem we need to discuss.  It's
your job."

"Before you say anything, let me say something."  Troy said almost
defensively.  "Firemen have risk in their lives because it's part of the
job.  I teach them how to do their job as safely as possible, but an
element of risk always remains.  As a Captain, when the need arises, I
fight fires just like any other smoke eater.  It's what we do because it
has to be done."  He looked at me intensely and waited, prepared for my
argument.

"I accept your profession because I know it is a part of who you are."  I
told him.  "I am of course fearful of losing another partner, but I am not
out to change you.  I love you for who you are, not who I might think you
should be.  I want to be assured if something were to happen to you, I
would be allowed to continue raising Ryan with Tyler.  I want to make
certain if they are going to become brothers, they will not be forced
apart."

"Certainly."  Troy responded.  "And I would want Tyler if anything ever
happened to you."

"I hoped you would feel that way."  I replied.  "You must understand Tyler
is already very wealthy on his own and adding my estate to his wealth will
make a full-time job for someone dealing with it."

"And that's why Nancy will be part of our household."  he chimed in right
on cue.  "See, I know where you're leading me and it's all fine with me.
Are you settled now ?"  I nodded and he rolled over so he was half spread
on top of me.  He kissed me.  "I've wanted you for so long it's become an
ache in my groin and tonight we are going to ease the pain."  I wrapped my
arms around his neck and clung to him.

"Stop talking so much and make love with me."  I growled at him.  We began
to fall into each other.  The kissing, nibbling, licking and familiarizing
ourselves was unplanned and progressed slowly.  We each savoured the other
having the time which was provided by partly sating each other in the
shower.  Eventually we each reached a head to groin position and we
explored tenderly with out hands, our mouths and tongues.

I dragged my tongue around the ridge of his engorged purple head, sucking
up all the clear sweet fluid which seeped from the slit at its end.  I
traced the veins along the rigid length and then tickled his sac gently.  I
found his large testicles with my tongue and sucked them into my mouth one
at a time, gently lathing each.  The blonde hair was thick and coarse and
as I drew some between my lips it was easy to grasp and tug gently, gaining
little grunts in response to my activities.

Troy had used his hand to pull back my foreskin and expose the large purple
head of my cock.  His tongue had played briefly with the vee of skin where
the head joined the back of the shaft, a very sensitive place for me and I
became a solid spike almost instantly.  He licked over my balls and got in
behind them to the almost bare skin where he probed and tickled to my
extreme pleasure.  We were laying on our sides facing each other and he
lifted my leg so his head could slide up between my legs.  I felt his
fingers slide into the crease of my ass at the top and ease the halves
apart exposing me to the cool air which he was slowly blowing.

Even though I knew it was coming, his tongue and lips touching my anus was
a shock and whatever he did from then on was providing me with continual
and total pleasuring.  I tried to recriprocate by swallowing his cock
again, but I couldn't seem to concentrate on what I was doing and ended up
not being very effective.  I felt as if I wasn't contributing fully.  I
knew he had worked two fingers into me and when he found my prostrate and
rubbed it I became totally useless.  Troy seemed to know exactly what was
happening with my mind.

"Don't you worry, my love."  Troy's soothing voice cradled me.  "This is
working out just fine for both of us.  I'm doing exactly what I want to do
and feeling you get the pleasure you so very much deserve is making me very
happy."

At some point I lost Troy's crotch.  It was gone and I was laying on my
back with my legs pulled up and back and Troy was stretching and
lubricating my hole.  Then suddenly his soft, purple cock head was touching
my lips and I opened and suckled on it.  Troy was on all fours with his
knees on either side of my head and his arms hooked under my legs as he
continued to stretch and relax my sphincter muscle.  He stopped what he was
doing and lowered my legs, instead leaning down and sucking on my rigid
tool again.

After a few minutes his cock left my lips as he turned his body around so
his head was back up to mine while he lay down beside me.  He leaned over
and kissed me, offering me his tongue which I sucked on willingly.

"I don't mean to be unromantic," he said, "but this would likely be much
easier for you if I lay down and you worked your way down onto me."  I
shook my head.

"On my back, looking into the face and the eyes I love."  I stated without
leaving open any venue for modification.

"Davis, I love you very much," Troy explained, "and I don't want to take
any chance of hurting you.  You haven't done this for sometime...."  I
reached over and wrapping my arms around his neck and pulled him over on
top of me without allowing his sentence to finish.  I lifted my legs up on
either side of him.  He responded by raising himself up and hooking his
arms under my knees.  He lined up the tip of his sword with the entry to my
sheath.

"We belong together."  I told him looking deep into his eyes.  "We belong
to each other.  Join with me."  I could feel the pressure increase as he
leaned forward.  My mind flew back to my first time with Justin.

"I will not hurt you."  Justin had said looking into my eyes.

"Yes, you will," I answered him softly, "but I know not more than
necessary.  I want this very much."

I felt exactly the same way now.  The increasing pressure started to hurt
and then I relaxed and pushed outward and Troy popped into me.  He froze
and did not move, looking intensely at me.  I smiled at him and nodded.  He
pressed forward and joined his moan as he entered me fully.  I was filled.
A part of me which had been missing for a long time had returned.  I smiled
at Troy and he smiled back at me leaning down and kissing me.  He released
my legs and I wrapped them around his waist and hooked them behind him as
if they had been there a thousand times before.

Troy had soon established a steady rhythm of in and out stroking and both
of us luxuriated in the renewal of sensations which we rediscovered.  With
very little effort, Troy located the angle which caused him to bump and
then slide over my magic button and soon I felt myself starting to soar
toward a jolting climax.

"Come with me."  I pleaded to Troy as I saw in his eyes he was not yet
ready.  "I want to explore with you."

"Soon, very soon."  he responded, but I was beyond earthly reason and
comprehension and as my erect shaft spit time after time between us, I
floated alone in a bright, warm world of love and caring.  As I again
merged with the real world, I realized Troy was still repeatedly
penetrating inside my body causing waves of pleasure to surge outward from
his shaft to all points of my being.  I felt another surge pulsing from
where he pushed and I could see in his eyes the sparkle which allowed me to
know he too was experiencing these sensations.

He was pressing tightly and deeply into me now with rapid, short strokes
and as my shaft once again started to pulse and spew forth my seed, I was
aware Tory was doing the same deep within my body.  Our minds merged as we
were propelled by wave after wave of intense pleasure beyond the stars to
share in each other's joy, ecstasy and enlightenment.

Later that same night we lay together, spooned in our bed and still joined
together.  I was slowly tightening and easing my grip on Troy's shaft,
causing it to grow stiff within me again.

"You keep doing that and you're going to have me making love with you
again."  a groggy voice whispered to me."

"If that's a threat," I responded, "you are in desperate need of practice
in how to make them.  If it's a promise, you better make sure you're up to
it before offering, but you sleep now my love and we'll figure it all out
in the morning."

The coming new day would present new lives for all of us to share together.
I knew Justin was smiling and happy and I believed Danny would be also.  I
so hoped they were together waiting for us in the due passage of time, but
for now Troy and I had full, bright lives to share with each other, our
sons and our friends.  It would be a time of happiness and fulfillment for
each of us and while we grew as individuals, we would also grow as a
family, living and loving together each day of our lives.