Date: Sat, 19 Jan 2008 12:15:20 -0700
From: Roy <roynm@mac.com>
Subject: Phalen - Finding Happiness - chapter 25

This story is entirely fictional, and any resemblances to actual persons
are completely coincidental.  Actual locations are mentioned, and are used
for 'background' only.


'Phalen - Finding Happiness'
Chapter twenty-five

by Roy Reinikainen


Phalen broke into a brilliant smile when he opened the courtyard door and
saw Jeff's parents.  "Hey, guys, come on in!"  He stepped aside and
motioned them through the courtyard, following them into the house.  "May I
get you a cup of coffee or something?"

"Coffee's always welcome," Margit smiled, stopping a moment to kiss
Phalen's cheek, grinning at the pink flush of his cheeks.  "I don't think a
Finn can live without a coffee pot nearby."  She looked around the quiet
house.  "Is Jeff still asleep?  Was the party too much for him?"

Phalen laughed, balancing three cups of coffee as he walked into the dining
room and sat opposite David and Margit at the dining table.  "No, he
couldn't stand not knowing what was going on with Greg and Dad, so he went
over to," he lowered his voice in an imitation of Jeff's, and shook his
head in resignation, "to see if things were okay."

"Why didn't you join him?  Aren't you curious," David asked, seeming very
curious, himself.

"Of course I'm curious, but the guys don't need all the friggin' family
dropping in for a visit.  I mean, it's still early afternoon!  They may
still be sleeping . . . or whatever."  He smiled, looking up from beneath
lowered eyelids, before busting into laughter.  "I suspect they must have
answered the door since Jeff hasn't come back muttering about people not
being able to drag themselves out of bed at a decent hour."

Phalen rolled his eyes.  "Absolutely *no one* gets out of bed before the
crack of dawn just so they can go *swimming*!  No one, except Jeff, that
is.  Personally, I'd sleep late every day if I didn't have to get up to go
to school."  He shivered.  "I hate mornings."

He looked from David to Margit and his smile faded.  "All right, what's
going on?  You're both so serious.  Is anything wrong?  Should I go get
Jeff?"  He was about to rise, but David made a placating gesture, urging
him to return to his seat.

"No, Phalen, nothing's wrong."  He flicked a glance at his wife, who gave
him a small nod, causing Phalen to face him.

"Okay, David, now that Margit's told you it's okay to stop being so
mysterious . . . *what's going on*?"

Margit gave him a gentle smile.  "Sweetheart, nothing's wrong.  We'd just
like to visit with you for a couple minutes."  Phalen grasped his own
coffee cup, warily looking from one person to the other.

The silence lengthened.  "Okay," he said, as if steeling himself for
something.  "I'm ready."

"We're not going to shoot you, Phalen," David chuckled, the corners of his
eyes crinkling.  "Relax.  We just want your insight, that's all."

Phalen slowly exhaled.  "Oh, okay, I'll try."  He tried to control his
breathing which was threatening to run out of control.  "I'm just eighteen
though.  What do I know?"

"You love Jeff," Margit gave him a wistful smile.

"Is Jeff okay?  Is something wrong with him?"  Phalen leaned back in his
chair and ran agitated fingers through his hair.  "Ah geez."  Margit
reached across the table and rested her hand atop his.

"Sweetheart, relax."  Her voice was soothing.  Phalen's answering nod was
not much more than a single, jerk of his head.  His lips remained in a grim
line while the hand not captured by Margit, gripped his coffee mug.

"Phalen," David picked up the conversation, trying to speak in a calm
voice.  "Mrs. Kriikko, the teacher from Jeff's old elementary school
visited with us after you both came back to the States."

Phalen bowed his head, closing his eyes.  "Oh, shit.""  He gave Margit an
apologetic look.

"It's okay," she reassured him with a crooked smile, squeezing his hand.
"That expresses our sentiments, exactly."

"She wanted to know if Jeff was okay.  She said she felt responsible for
dredging up old ghosts, and was afraid Jeff might not be able to handle
everything he had learned during his visit to the school."  David grinned.
"She didn't realize how much you help him, Phalen.  On his own, I don't
think Jeff could have gotten through everything, but with you at his side
. . . he's stronger."

Margit took up the story.  "Mrs. Kriikko's revelations were shocking, but
not because we had no idea what might have happened to Jeff.  They were
shocking because, our worst fears were confirmed.  You see, we knew
something terrible was bothering Jeff when he was a child at that school.
We asked him, but he retreated into that shell of his.  When he becomes
like that, no amount of persuasion will make him budge."  She glanced at
him with a smile in an attempt to lighten the mood which had descended over
them.  Her smile brightened slightly when the corners of his lips twitched.

She returned a faint smile.  "Perhaps you have discovered a way to get him
to talk, but we," she gestured to her husband and then herself.  *We*,
never could."

"When we didn't have any luck with Jeff, we went to the school and spoke
with the administrators, expressing our concerns.  They sent us home with
promises to investigate our suspicions."

"A few days later, they called and told us they could find no evidence to
support our suspicions," David continued, taking over from his wife.  "We
didn't know what else to do.  Our family doctor tried talking to Jeff, and
got about as far as we did.  Whenever we mentioned school, Jeff would
either retreat into his shell or he'd start crying."  David's voice trailed
off.  "He always seemed so . . . fragile."

While David paused to take a drink of coffee and slowly shake his head,
remembering Jeff's childhood, Margit resumed the story.  "He *did* seem to
get slightly better once school had let out for summer holiday.  It was
terrible, getting him to begin school the next year, but after a few weeks
he seemed to calm down.  He was still withdrawn, only not quite as much as
the year before.  There was much less crying, and he would come out of his
room more often, and get away from that window seat of his.  He would still
stiffen up whenever he was held though.  That didn't stop for years."

David shook his head.  "Very disturbing."

Phalen studied Margit and David.  "When Jeff and I were at the school,
Mrs. Kriikko told us she knew someone had come to check on their son.  I
don't think she realized you were the people or she would have said
something to Jeff."  Phalen paused.  "They discovered the two guys the
following year, but it was too late to help Jeff.  I think that the whole
incident has weighed on her, and seeing Jeff made her feel better."

Phalen fell into silence for a few moments.  "She really was upset about
the whole thing, and assured Jeff that the guys had been caught and were
someplace where they could no longer hurt anyone else."

Margit took a deep breath.  "It was only when Mrs. Kriikko spoke with us
recently that we learned what had actually happened.  If someone at the
time had told us what they had eventually discovered, we could have *tried*
to do more for Jeff, and not let him suffer in silence for all those
years."  She bowed her head, looking into her coffee.  "But, they didn't
. . . so, we didn't."

"There's more, isn't there?" Phalen asked, his eyes wide.

"No, that's all.  It's just that . . .  When Jeff and Greg were young,
Margit and I were not being very good parents.  We were facing our own
troubles, and even though we thought we did everything we could for both of
our sons, I fear we did not accomplish nearly enough.  To a large extent,
both our boys grew up on their own."

Phalen reached across the table and took Margit's hand.  "He never doubted
that he was loved, no matter how much you think you failed him."  He tried
to ignore the water gathering in Margit's eyes, focusing instead on her
wavering smile.

"Thank you, Phalen.  What you said means a great deal to us."

"It was only after Jeff left for college, that we discovered ourselves, and
our love for one another."  David wore a wan smile, and reached for his
wife's hand.  "Maybe we should never have had children; we hurt them both
so much; but I can not imagine a world without Jeff and Greg."

Phalen quietly watched both of them, awash in their emotional
recollections.  "Why do you want to tell me all this?"

"Phalen, we came here to tell Jeff how sorry we are."  Before David could
continue, Phalen jumped up, overturning his chair.

"*NO*!"  He turned and paced in a small circle.  "Don't do that!  It'll
kill him to think he somehow let you down.  That's what he'll think.  He's
able to screw everything around so it ends up being *his* fault.  He's so
much better than when I met him.  Don't do this to him!"

He stepped up to another chair, tightly gripping the chair's back.  "You
can't do it.  Don't do it!  Please!  He's finally okay.  Don't ruin what
we've both accomplished."  Phalen's voice shook more with each sentence.
"He . . . *we*, we've worked so hard to get him where he can smile
. . . and stand to be touched.  Don't do it," he said again.  "Please."

Margit hurried around the table and wrapped Phalen in a warm embrace,
gently patting his back as he buried his face in her shoulder, his entire
body shaking with the sudden emotional release.

"Shhh, sweetheart," she urged.  "You've answered our question.  We'll deal
with our feelings on our own."

David joined his wife and hugged Phalen, and then righted the overturned
chair.  "Here, Phalen . . . sit.  We'll do as you wish."

Phalen smiled distractedly and wiped his hands over his face.  "Sheesh, you
gotta give me a minute.  I can't stop shaking."  He stood up and slowly
walked to the kitchen, speaking as he went.  "I gotta get a glass of
water."

David looked toward Margit, who was watching Phalen's retreating back.  She
appeared to be as disturbed as he but gave him a brave smile and reached
for his hand.

"Shit," Phalen shouted from the kitchen.

"Oops, sorry, Margit," he apologized.  "I spilled water on myself."  He
came back into the dining room, brushing at the front of his shirt.  "I'm
doing better now, but you guys look like you're going to a funeral."  He
scooted his chair closer to the dining table, and sat down.  "If he comes
home and sees you like this, he'll know *something* is up."

"Speaking of the devil," Margit murmured, looking over Phalen's shoulder.
Jeff had come into the courtyard and was pushing the heavy courtyard door
closed.

David looked from one side to the other as if seeking a means of escape;
before he quickly stood and grasped Phalen by the shoulder.  "C'mon,
Phalen; let's swim!"  Margit tried to stifle a laugh at her husband's
solution, as well as at Phalen's confusion.

"What!"  Phalen's voice was incredulous.  "Now?"

"Yes, now," David muttered, as he began stripping, dropping his clothes in
a heap.  Phalen, cast an apologetic look in Margit's direction, hastily
stripping out of his t-shirt and gym shorts before he turned to run after
David.  Margit's laughter followed them across the living room and onto the
patio.

"Mother?" Jeff asked, resting a hand on her shoulder as he saw the naked
forms of his father and Phalen, arms extended, leap into the pool with a
loud whoop and prodigious splash.

Margit reached up and rested her hand atop her son's, looking up and
smiling.  "Your father bet Phalen he could beat him to the far end of the
pool.  I think it was merely a ploy to get out of his clothes."

Jeff looked at her with a concerned expression, and scooted the chair
recently vacated by Phalen closer to his mother.  She smiled and tenderly
ran her fingers over his cheek.

"Are you okay, mother?"

She nodded slightly.  "Never better, sweetheart.  How's your brother?
Sufficiently recovered after last night?"

Jeff grinned.  "Umm, I guess; though he and Larry apparently didn't get a
whole lot of sleep."  He grinned faintly.  "It's after noon, and when I
arrived, they were still asleep."  He sat back in his chair and crossed his
arms, but not before casting a glance toward the pool where Phalen and
David were madly splashing.

"Well, they're awake now," he continued, turning back to his mother.  "I
visited with them for a while, and then Curt came by.  Larry joked that he
and Greg might as well get dressed and await the next visitor."  He
chuckled, recalling both Larry's and his brother's bleary-eyed, yet
strangely satisfied appearance.

"When he saw it was me, Larry answered the door naked and tried to be
cordial, while Greg . . . equally naked, only raised a hand in greeting as
he yawned and complained about the appalling lack of coffee."  Jeff was now
smiling.  "It's amazing.  Greg's inhibitions seem to have vanished
overnight."  He raised a hand and made a throw-away gesture.  "Poof!"

"So, your brother is doing wonderfully?"  Jeff grinned his agreement.
"And, you?" Margit asked.

"I'm doing wonderfully, as well."  He looked over his shoulder where his
father and Phalen were each shouting with pleasure, dunking one another
beneath the water and laughing.

"So," she continued.  "Did Larry and Greg eventually put on some clothing?
Are they presentable?"  She chuckled at another explosion of laughter from
the pool.  "I'm thinking you're probably wanting to join your father and
Phalen.  If your brother is dressed, I think I'll go for a visit, so you
men won't feel inhibited by my presence."  She leaned close and gave him a
quick kiss on the cheek before turning to cross the living room.  "Have
fun," she called and waved over her shoulder, closing the front door.

Jeff watched her wrestle the courtyard door open, and then pull it closed
behind her before he stripped and ran outside, feeling like a child.  Both
David and Phalen cheered him on as he jumped into the water, waving his
arms in the air, shouting like a mad man, attempting to make as large a
splash as possible.  He surfaced with a happy smile, acknowledging the
applause.

After a hug, Phalen kissed Jeff, long and hard.

David's voice broke into the suddenly quiet surroundings.  "Damn men, you
sure are sexy."  Jeff wiped the water out of his eyes, smiling uncertainly
at his father, fearing that Phalen might have overstepped himself with the
kiss.  His worried look faded when his father continued.  "Don't worry
Jeff; I've seen it all."  He shook his head causing droplets of water to
fly everywhere before he added, the corners of his eyes crinkling.  "I've
even done it all . . . a couple times."

"Yeah, David!  Way to go!" Phalen shouted, slapping the surface of the
water in exclamation, sending water in all directions.

David smiled at Phalen's exuberance and reached out to affectionately
ruffle his son's wet hair.

"What Jeff, you think I don't like to shoot a load as much as you?"  David
glanced over his shoulder toward the house and lowered his voice.  "Where's
your mother?"

The change in the conversation's direction caught Jeff off guard.  He had
to think a moment.  "Uh, ah, next door.  She went over there so we wouldn't
feel, inhibited by her presence."  Jeff smiled at his father's expression.
"Those are *her* words, not mine.  Though, I doubt she realized how
uninhibited things would become."  He held up a hand, warding off any
thought he might be complaining.  "Again, not a complaint."  He laughed
when both his father and Phalen seemed to relax slightly.

"What?  Do you guys think I don't like to have fun, just because I tend to
be quiet?"  He turned to Phalen.  "You should know better than that."

"I do," Phalen protested, "but in front of your father?"  Jeff shrugged off
Phalen's concern, flicking a glance at his father who stood nearby watching
the interaction.

He shrugged.  "Yeah, well . . ."

"So, Jeff," David asked, stepping close to his son and lowering his voice.
"Phalen mentioned that you have a sauna."  His smile broadened at Jeff's
nod.

"Are you feeling like you need one," Jeff asked.

"No, I'm feeling like I'd like a bit of privacy.  Being surrounded by a
couple extremely sexy men has got me all hard."  He made a vague gesture
below the water, causing both Jeff and Phalen to follow his look.  "Would
you guys mind terribly, stretching out in your sauna and . . . masturbating
with your old man?  Right now, I can't think of anything more sexy than
watching my son and his lover beat off."

"What?"

"Yee haa, David!  Way to go!" Phalen crowed, once again slapping the
surface of the water.  "You're so cool!"

"Are you serious?"

David nodded, heaving himself out of the water to sit on the edge of the
pool, his lower legs still submerged.

"He's serious," Phalen answered gesturing toward David's erection.  He
pushed himself out of the pool and sat at David's side, pointing to his own
erection, and laughing.  "Look at me!  I'm serious too."

"Isn't all this talk of masturbation a bit sudden?"  Jeff asked, nodding at
his father's erection.  "Not that I don't think it's hot as hell; but I'd
like to know what caused it."

"Seeing you guys kiss last night started me thinking.  I confess, I beat
off last night back at the hotel, thinking of you both.  Especially you,
Jeff."  His son raised his eyebrows in question, the corners of his lips
twitching in an attempt to smile.  In his wildest dreams, he could not have
imagined having this conversation with his father.  "It was so exciting
seeing the way your tongue . . . wrestled . . . with Phalen's.  It was a
side of my son I felt privileged to see.  Besides, it was damn sexy."

David stroked the length of his erection, pleased with his son's smile.
"And then, a few moments ago, when I saw you both kiss . . ."  He shook his
head in amazement.  "Seeing you both naked is extremely exciting, you know?
You guys are two enormously sexy men.  Besides," he confided.  "I love to
masturbate and lick my sperm off my hand."  He ran his tongue over his
lips.  "And doing it in front of my son makes the thought doubly enticing."
David gestured to his erection.  "This just tells you I'm not only turned
on, I am very happy."  Jeff didn't notice the quick glance David cast in
Phalen's direction.

"Most people smile or laugh, or something, whenever they're happy." Jeff
said, feeling strangely embarrassed by his reaction to his father's
erection.  At the same time, he found it difficult to tear his gaze away.
David shrugged.

"We each have our own ways of showing we're happy."  David wrapped his hand
around the base of his penis.  "This is *my* way."

"And a good way it is, too," Phalen laughed, grasping his own erection and
shaking it in Jeff's direction.  "I think from now on, I'll get an erection
whenever I'm really happy."

"*You* get hard when someone mentions *breathing*," Jeff laughed, levering
himself out of the pool and sitting at his father's side, opposite Phalen.
David reclined, supporting himself on his elbows, putting his erection on
prominent display.  He watched Phalen glance in Jeff's direction.

"You're showing off, Dad," Jeff said, unable to tear his eyes away from his
father's erection, pulsing against his belly, nor the scrotum which hung
limply between David's slightly spread legs.

"You got it," David admitted, grinning crookedly and making his cock jump.
"And, I'm loving every minute of it.  I love being naked, and the thought
of masturbating with my son and his lover has gotten my fantasies running
on overdrive."  David looked up as Jeff stood, his own erection bobbing in
front of him.

If David had been alone, he would have groaned at the sight he had
fantasized of only a few hours earlier.  Seeing Jeff actually standing in
front of him with an erection was so much better than he could have
imagined.  'Ohhhh, Jeff,' he thought to himself.  'You have no idea what
you're doing to me.'

Jeff grinned down at his father, and twisted his body from side to side,
causing his penis to sway back and forth.  "It's a strange thing.  I seem
to be happy too."  Phalen tried to stifle his laugh, while David barked a
single sound of amusement.

"Well, men," Jeff continued, looking down at his father and Phalen.  "If
we're going to do it, the sauna's a good place.  Mother won't look in
*there*, if she comes back."  He grinned down at his father.  "That way, we
can be as uninhibited as we like.  You men are welcome to join me, if you
wish."  He turned and walked into the house, leaving a trail of water
droplets on the brick floor.

Both David and Phalen scrambled to follow, closing the doors to the patio
as they entered the house.  Jeff had paused on the opposite side of the
living room, waiting patiently wearing a crooked smile, much like his
father's.

Phalen paused to admire David's wide shoulders, tapering to a narrow waist.
His buttocks flexed as he took long strides across the living room.  "Hurry
up, Phalen."  He looked over his shoulder and grinned.  "You wouldn't want
us to start without you."

David laughed and wrapped an arm around Phalen's shoulders as he rushed to
join the two men.  The thought of what he was about to do sent tingles up
and down his body, centering on his groin.

David followed Jeff into the small shower room adjacent to the sauna.  He
looked around as Phalen followed him into the room and closed the door.
"Sort of small, isn't it, Jeff?"

"Phalen's never complained of its size," Jeff answered in a deadpan voice
as he adjusted the warmth of the shower spray.  He looked up and feigned
surprise.  "Oh, you mean the sauna?"

"I never expected to host crowds, dad.  I'm beginning to suspect I should
have designed a larger one since the whole family seems to entertain here."

"Greg and Curt," Phalen provided.  "And Jeff and Greg and me."  David's
eyebrows rose.  "Now you, Jeff and me."  Phalen looked over his shoulder in
appreciation as Jeff began to scrub his back.

"Ya think maybe we could knock out a wall and make this place bigger?  If
we had more room, just think of the parties we could have."  He jumped when
Jeff swatted his bare butt with a smack.

"Don't make promises you may not be able to keep," he laughed, jumping out
of Jeff's reach.

"Well, I'm clean," David shouted over the sound of the water.  "And, I'm
more horny than ever."  He grasped his erection and ran his fist up and
down its length a couple times as he toyed with one of his nipples.  "Let's
get this show on the road or I'm going to shoot before even getting out of
the shower!"

Jeff stepped into the sauna and sat on the wooden bench on the far wall,
immediately leaning back as far as possible and resting a foot on the bench
on either side of him.  David paused immediately inside the door.

"Is this my son," David asked aloud. "I always knew he enjoyed being naked,
but I never realized what a show off he was."  Jeff merely smiled a
response, intently watching his father take the bench on his right.

"Show off," Phalen murmured with a grin as he closed the door the sauna
behind him and sat on Jeff's left, opposite David.

David seemed unable to take his eyes off his son, only doing so when Jeff
extended his right leg and rested it atop his father's thigh.

"Ohhh, Jeff," David murmured into the quiet room. "This is better than any
fantasy I've ever had." He slowly ran a hand over the hair on Jeff's calf,
moving his hand as far up the leg, stopping only inches from Jeff's
erection.

"I can't take it," Phalen muttered as he abruptly stood and moved into the
narrow space separating him from David. He turned his back to David,
bending slightly at the waist and began to kiss Jeff.  He jumped slightly
when David ran the open palm of one hand over one of the cheeks of his
butt, encouraging David's move by pushing back against his hand.

"That's it, Dad," Jeff murmured when he and Phalen separated and he saw
what David was doing.

David took a shuddering breath and leaned back as far as possible,
spreading his legs and resting them on the bench Phalen had vacated only
minutes earlier, trapping Phalen between his legs and Jeff's.

"So, you like watching Jeff and me kiss," Phalen murmured, turning to David
who was watching them both with a glazed expression, his mouth slightly
open.  David could do nothing more than nod, as he tenderly ran fingers up
the underside of his erection.  He was reluctant to wrap his hand around
it, for fear he would shoot.

"Well," Phalen continued, wearing a saucy grin.  "I think you might like
this better."  With that, he knelt between Jeff's spread legs and sucked
the head of Jeff's cock into his mouth, cupping Jeff's scrotum in one hand
as he did so.

Jeff raised his hips slightly, thrusting the full length of his erection
down Phalen's throat.  David was amazed.  He could see Phalen's throat
expand with each thrust.

David moved his foot between Phalen's legs and began tickling Phalen's
scrotum with a toe.  The first touch caused Phalen to jump and Jeff to
glance up.  Since Phalen didn't seem to be complaining, David continued to
run a toe from Phalen's scrotum, over his perineum and then gently across
his butt hole.  With the first touch of David's toe against his hole,
Phalen groaned loudly and buried his face in Jeff's pubes.

Jeff glanced up from beneath lowered lashes.  "You like, dad," he asked,
reaching for his father's hand and linking fingers with his father.

It seemed only moments before Jeff's grip on his father's hand tightened.
David watched him close his eyes and begin to breathe rapidly as Phalen
increased his speed.  David found himself mirroring his son's breathing,
though he was still reluctant to touch his own erection.

With one final thrust, Jeff uttered a guttural groan and began pumping his
sperm into Phalen's mouth.  David could see each pulse of his son's cock
and imagined the taste of Jeff's sperm as well as the feeling of his mouth
being full of the pulsing erection.  He licked his lips, envying Phalen.

His attention was drawn back to Jeff.  "Gimmie," Jeff urged.  Phalen seemed
to know exactly what Jeff was asking.  He stood and began to slowly drool
out a thick strand of Jeff's cum back into Jeff's upturned mouth.

David gasped as he saw the thick white liquid hit Jeff's tongue.  His own
penis jumped and he looked down to see a long strand of pre cum hanging
from the tip.  He ran a thumb over the end and brought it to his lips,
tasting the thick, salty flavor he knew so well, all the while wondering
what Jeff's would taste like.

Phalen seemed to sense what he was thinking.  He shifted position and
reached out for David's hand, and then drooling the last of Jeff's sperm
into the palm.

David flinched at the touch of the white liquid, anxiously glancing in
Jeff's direction.  This was so much more than he could have ever hoped for.
Phalen sat back on his heels and joined Jeff in watching David study the
small white puddle in the palm of his hand.

"Do it, David," Phalen urged.  "You've got what you've been wanting."

"Taste me, Dad," Jeff murmured.  "You said you like to taste your own
sperm, now taste mine.  Go on, isa," Jeff urged, feeling like a young boy
by using the Finnish word for father.

David looked up, his attention drawn away from his hand by the words Jeff
had used.  It had been years since Jeff had called him, daddy.  His little
boy was asking him to taste his sperm, the thick liquid he held in the palm
of his hand.

He couldn't take it any longer.  He brought his hand to his face and licked
across the palm in one broad swath, feeling the cum coat his tongue.  He
found he was reluctant to swallow.  He wanted to savor the salty sweet
taste, knowing that this moment would be forever engraved as a permanent
memory.

He finally swallowed with a great sigh, but before he could begin
masturbating himself, Phalen stood, facing him with his feet spread and his
knees slightly bent.

"Now, it's my turn," Phalen said, as he slowly stimulated himself.

"Hold out your hand, Dad," Jeff urged.  "Catch it." David flicked a glance
in Jeff's direction before raising his hand to a position where he could
catch the results of Phalen's orgasm.

Phalen's already slow movements slowed even further and then finally
stopped, one moment before the first forceful shot landed on David's
outstretched hand.  Phalen's eyes were closed, his mouth wide open and his
hips thrust forward as a tremor coursed through his body with each
contraction.

As the last pearl-white liquid oozed out of his cock, he sighed and seemed
to relax, meeting David's eyes with a smile.

"Use it as lube," Jeff urged.  "Shoot for us, Dad."  Both Jeff and Phalen
moved closer as David stretched out his legs and used Phalen's sperm to
masturbate himself, replaying the two scenes he had just witnessed.

Phalen's sperm was thick, slippery and hot as he stroked himself with his
son and Phalen's face only inches away from his scrotum.

"Do, it, Dad," Jeff urged, his soft voice trembling slightly.  "Shoot for
your boy."

"Ah, yes," David moaned, feeling the tightening in his groin as he felt his
impending orgasm spread throughout his groin.  He grunted and gave a
convulsive shudder as the first shot of sperm landed on the hair of his
chest, followed by a second and third, each shorter than the previous,
until he could squeeze no more from his cock.  He released a shuddering
sigh of satisfaction, and then brought his hand to his mouth and licked the
remnants of Phalen's sperm combined with his own off his hand.

He opened his eyes as both Jeff and Phalen began to lick his chest,
slurping up the remnants of his own orgasm as the sperm began to make its
way through the coarse hair of his chest and stomach.  Neither Jeff or
Phalen touched his erection as they licked him clean, even though it lay
between them, continuing to twitch.

Finally, Jeff wrapped his arms around his father's shoulders resting his
face against David's chest.  "Damn, Dad.  You've got some great fantasies,"
he murmured, at the same time he tightened his arms around his father.
David automatically rested an arm over Jeff's shoulder and tenderly
caressed his back.  It was as close as he would come to touching his son
sexually, but it was enough.  He didn't know if the scene, just past, would
ever repeat itself, but, at least for the moment, he was content.  He had
watched both his son and his son's partner have sex, and had tasted the
sperm of both men.  It was better than any fantasy he had ever dared
imagine.

"And you taste good, too," Phalen added, not wanting to be left out.  David
chuckled, reaching out to affectionately push the sweaty hair out of
Phalen's face.



Thank you for taking the time to read my work.  I *always* welcome your
email and enjoy hearing your thoughts.  If you would like me to send a pic
of the character(s), please ask.

In addition to the first 'Phalen' story, I have three other stories you may
want to read.  'Leith' and 'Chris' are located in the Nifty College
Section.  The third story is called 'Wesley', and is located in the Adult
Relationships section.  Two new stories, will be posted, shortly.  'Owen'
will appear in the Nifty College Section, and 'Jess' will appear in the
Nifty Incest section.  I hope you enjoy them all.

Roy Reinikainen
roynm@mac.com
suomalainen_abq@mac.com