Date: Sat, 30 Aug 2014 12:15:31 +0000 (UTC)
From: hankster1430@comcast.net
Subject: The Unwanted Boy  Short story

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			     The Unwanted Boy


				 Part One


The night I had my first dinner at Mr. Carson's house, my mother and John
Justiss were having a discussion about me and him.  Let me introduce you to
the cast of characters in my little tale.

I'll start with my mom, or rather with my father.  I never knew my old man.
He ran off when Mom told him she was pregnant.  My surname and my mom's
maiden name are the same, so I surmised early on that I am a bastard.  My
mom, Loretta, nee Baker, has had four husbands since I, Franklin Baker, was
born eighteen years ago.  John is the latest.  You would think I would
suffer from separation anxiety, but none of those husbands ever got close
to me, or treated me like a son, so I don't miss any of them.  John has
been different.  He has tried to ingratiate himself a little with me.  He
even started taking me to his gym to build me up a little.

John and I have nothing in common.  He's built like a brick shit house and
he was a football hero in high school and college.  He now owns one of the
biggest sporting goods stores in town.  Even Sports Authority cancelled
plans to open a store at the mall.  Nobody can compete with John.
Everybody in town is his personal friend.

I, on the other hand, am a complete nerd, skinny and short next to him,
five feet, ten inches.  If I'm lucky I might grow another inch before I
fully mature, but I really believe I've had it in the growth department.
John is six feet, two inches, and he towers over me.

I purposely left Mr. Carson for last.  You see, he's my coach.  Now don't
get any silly ideas.  He doesn't coach any sports.  I'm the lead member of
our high school math team, and Mr. Carson is our coach.  Fortunately he's
not the nerd I am.  He was an athlete in college.  He works out regularly,
and is quite muscular.  He's twenty-eight years old, six feet even, brown
hair, worn in a crew cut, a well-trimmed beard, and the brightest,
straightest teeth I have ever seen.  When He smiles, he dazzles me.  Mostly
I love the smell of him.  His after shave lotion, or whatever it is,
intoxicates me.

>From the day I made the cut two years ago, and he put me on the team,
Mr. Carson took me under his wing.  It was obvious to me that he treated me
differently than the other boys and girls on his team.  The difference was
subtle, but I was aware of it.  For the first time in my life, he made me
feel important, and a vital member of a group.  He never ignored me, as I
was always ignored at home.

We practiced every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon.  After the practice
session, he took the team down to the malt shop for a treat.  The tables
only sat four people, and Mr. Carson always made sure to sit at my table.
He engaged me in conversation, wanting to know about my classes, and how I
was doing.

Most people would think that I saw Mr. Carson as a substitute father, but
most people would be wrong.  You see, I am fully convinced that I am a
homosexual, a queer, a pansy, or whatever you want to call me.  I see
Mr. Carson as a lover.  I fantasize making love with him all the time,
especially when I jack off.  Sometimes I picture him fucking me in the
mouth or in the ass, and other times our activities are reversed.  I wonder
what he would think if he knew that I always have a boner, when I sit with
him at our table in the malt shop.  I wonder what he would think if he knew
that the greatest enigma in my life is conjecturing on the size and
appearance of his cock.

In my senior year, on the very occasion of my eighteenth birthday, our team
miraculously advanced to the State Champion Match to be held in the state
capitol.  It gave me the opportunity I had been dreaming of for almost two
years.  I told Mr. Carson that as captain of the team I knew that everyone
was depending on me, and that was making me very nervous and insecure.  I
asked him if he had any extra time for some private practice sessions with
me.

"Absolutely," he said.  "Why don't you come around later, and I'll make us
dinner.  When practice is over, I'll drive you home."

Now I had something else to worry about.  Could I keep my hands off him,
and remain sane, when we would be alone together in his house?  I was
extremely excited, and very frightened at the same time.

John and Mom had married over a year earlier, and when he came home that
night, he asked where I was.  Mom told him that I was having dinner with my
coach at his home.  Big macho John arched his eyebrows.  "No coach of mine
ever invited me to his house for dinner.  Something doesn't seem right
about it."

My mother laughed.  "All I know is that the boy has never been happier
since he met Mr. Carson.  He's actually stopped sulking around all the
time.  I'd be kidding if I thought it was your influence.  I attribute it
to his coach."

Then she smiled, sat down next to John, put her head on his shoulder, and
her hand on his knee.  She put her lips to his ear, and whispered,
"Besides, we are all alone in the house."

He scooped her up in his big arms, and ran all the way up the stairs to
their bedroom.

When Mr. Carson let me into his house, I immediately felt overdressed.  He
was wearing, a V-necked tee shirt, jeans that were obscenely tight, and
bedroom slippers.  I was wearing a dress shirt with a tie, my
Sunday-go-to-church blue trousers, socks, and a pair of black loafers.

He said immediately, "Why don't you take off your tie, and open the collar
of your shirt Franklin?  Make yourself comfortable.  Take off your shoes
also if you'd like.  The carpeting in my apartment is very plush."

I was happy to do so, so I said, "Yes sir, Mr. Carson.  By the way,
everybody calls me Frank."

"OK, Frank, and when we're alone like this, please call me Dave.  We don't
have to be so formal with each other outside of school."

Even though I had finally topped out at five feet, ten inches, and had
muscled up considerably under John's tutelage, I was still an insecure
nerd.  When the coach asked me to call him Dave, I became tongue-tied.

"Let's do some practice problems on the kitchen table, and I can prepare
dinner at the same time," Dave said as he took my hand and led me into the
kitchen.  When he took my hand in his I wanted so desperately to kiss him.

By the time dinner was ready, we had knocked off five practice problems
with relative ease.  "I'm proud of you," Dave said.  We cleared the table
and Dave set it up for dinner.  We ate dinner in relative silence and then
Dave said the strangest thing to me.  "You remind me so much of me, when I
was a kid, Frank.  I had a terrible childhood.  Both my parents were
alcoholics.  I was at my Grandma's more often than not, but she was a hard
working widow, who had precious little time for me.  It wasn't a happy time
for me.  Somehow I sense that your home life could be better also.  Do you
care to talk about it?" As he asked me to open up to him, he took my hand
again.  It was the warmest, most comforting moment I had ever had in my
life up to then.

"You're very perceptive," I answered him.  "I've had a difficult childhood.
Right now, I'm on my fourth stepfather.  The first three ignored me
entirely.  It was like I didn't exist.  John, my current stepfather au
jour, has been the best so far.  He's trying to help me get by in the
world, but I can sense that he would prefer that I wasn't in the picture.
Well, I'll be leaving the household soon, so maybe this marriage will
last."

Dave squeezed my hand, which he had been holding all through my narrative.
"It sounds like you blame yourself for all those failed marriages.  None of
it was your fault, so give up that falsehood," he tried to reassure me.

He was squeezing my hand so tightly, that I put my other hand on his and we
were in a real hand clasp, a very tight one at that.  Fire was burning
through me, and I became bold.  I wasn't sure how to let Dave know my real
feelings for him, so I said very simply and very quietly, "I love you,
Dave.  I have loved you since the first day we met."

Dave stared at me.  I could see the confusion in his face.  His eyes were
searching my eyes, but he didn't say anything so I continued.  "I'm
eighteen, Dave.  I'm legal.  I want to make love to you so badly, my whole
body aches."

Dave continued to stare at me, speechless, motionless, and confused.  I
could feel all the emotions that were running through him.  Still he
remained silent.

"Please," I said in a meek voice.  "I need so badly for someone to love
me."

He finally spoke.  "What makes you think I'm gay?"  He asked his question
kindly with a Mona Lisa grin on his lips.

"I didn't think about that at all," I answered.  "I just know that I love
you.  I need to feel your arms around me.  I need to feel your lips on
mine.  I do so need to be loved.  If you don't want to make love to me
physically, then please just love me in whatever way you can.  Please!"

Dave stood up from the table.  He was still holding my hand and he pulled
me up off my chair.  We stood still for a moment, facing each other.  He
smiled at me, leaned down, and began to kiss me.  It was a very chaste
kiss, and when he pulled away, I could see that his eyes were teary.

"I love you too," he said.  "At first, I could sense that you were hurting,
and I felt very fatherly to you, but one day I began to fantasize making
love to you, and everything changed.  It was very hard for me to resist
touching a minor boy, but now I can touch you, and I want to so much."

I started to sob like a baby, and Dave continued.  "I didn't know if you
were gay, and how you would receive my advances, so I held myself in check.
But then I would see how you looked at me, and I realized that you weren't
dating any girls, not even the ones on our team.  I began to hope that you
were indeed gay."

I looked up at him and smiled.  "Did you know that if I hadn't met you, I
had often contemplated suicide?"

"Oh God," he cried.  "I would have died with you."

"Please," I begged, "Make love to me.  I don't want to be a virgin anymore,
and I want you to make me into a real man."

He led me into his bedroom and stripped off his meager clothing.  He stood
before me in his nakedness, and allowed me to drink him up with my eyes.
He did not disappoint.  His cut cock was erect, and eight hefty inches.  I
guessed I'd find out what it looked like flaccid when "it" was over.  I
didn't want to contemplate that now.  The love making hadn't even begun.

I was roused from my reverie when I heard him say, "Well, are you just
going to stand there, or are you going to get naked, so I can get to that
lovely cock of yours?  I've been dreaming about this for a long time."

I undressed rapidly, and now his eyes soaked me up.  Although my sessions
with my stepfather at the gym had built me up some, I was sort of ashamed
at how skinny I was.  Fortunately, my torso was all that was skinny about
me.  I am exceptionally well endowed.  I was very hard at this moment in
time, and Dave gawked at my nine uncut inches.  My rod is not too thin
either, but not fat; just right for fucking.

He took my hand and laid me gently down on his bed.  I was flat on my back,
and instinctively I spread my legs.  He lay down on top of me, and I was
amazed.  He's a big guy, but he felt as light as a feather.  He laid his
lips on mine, and pushed my lips open with his tongue.  I hardly remember
anything after that.  I was not on this earth, nor was I functioning on all
cylinders.  The rapture I felt surpassed all emotions I had ever felt in my
eighteen years on this planet.  p I had rare moments when I was lucid.  I
remember that Dave moved down my body and started gently tweaking my tits
with his teeth.  I know I was moaning in deep pleasure, but I never heard
myself.  I was even aware when he began to suck my innie, trying to pull it
out of the hole it had buried itself in.  I was aware when he ran his
tongue up and down my inner thighs, and bathed each of my toes in his
mouth.  I was also aware that he never touched my cock or balls.

I left outer space for a moment, when Dave told me to roll over.  I got
comfortably settled on my stomach, and I felt him kneading my ass cheeks.
After a moment or two of deliciously massaging them, he spread them apart,
and buried his face in my ass.  He began to rim my crack, and made some
effort to enter me with his tongue, but he was not successful.

After a short while, he inserted a finger up my hole.  I don't know which
finger.  It was all gooey, and I realized he must have lubricated it, but I
was unaware of how or when.  He reamed me like he was cleaning out a pipe.
It wasn't long after that I believe, that he was reaming me with two or
three fingers.  From somewhere beyond reality, I heard a voice say, "Fuck
me, fuck me, please."  It was my voice of course, but it sounded so distant
from this bed, even from this room.

I heard a mumbled yes, and felt Dave maneuver his body on top of mine once
more.  Again, I don't know when he had managed to ready himself.  He was
running his cock up and down my crack, and I knew it was gooey and he was
wearing a condom.

"Fuck me," I begged again, and he started his entry.  From all the porn
that I had read, I was prepared to scream out in pain, to feel as if my ass
was on fire, to imagine a hot poker reaming my ass.  I felt none of those
things.  He entered me so smoothly, so effortlessly, I was totally without
pain.  When he started to stroke, he began with short, slow jabs, and I
felt nothing but extreme pleasure.  I was enjoying every second and I
screamed out to him, that I loved what he was doing.  This encouraged him
to give me more.  He increased the length and speed of his strokes.  I know
he tried to delay his orgasm, but he was failing.  His balls had been
slapping against my buttocks, but now I felt them shrinking until I could
no longer feel them at all.  His breathing became labored and he was
working hard at simply breathing.  At last he screamed.  I knew it was a
scream of pleasure, but it could easily have been mistaken for a screech of
pure fear.

His body collapsed over mine and I felt like he had enshrouded me in a
cocoon of his own making.  He lay still for a long while, and I realized
that he was weeping.  All the while his cock was still inside of me.  I
regretted that he had worn protection.  I wondered what it felt like to
have a man's seed spurt into your bowels.

Eventually he fell out of me, ripping off the condom and throwing it on the
floor.  I smiled to myself.  That was exactly how they did it in the male
porn films I had watched.  He asked me to turn on to my back.

"I'm going to blow you now he said.  You can fuck me next time."

I was elated; there would be a next time.  I could only nod, but I managed
to ask him if I could taste his cock for just a few strokes.  "I've never
tasted a man's privates," I informed him.  I was still too shy to use more
common language.

"Sure you can," he said, and I went down on him.  He stopped me after
several strokes.

"That's enough.  Now I want to get you off with my tongue.  Next time you
can suck me and fuck me.  OK?"

"OK," I repeated.

I was so worked up, that the moment his tongue started to run up and down
my shaft, I felt an orgasm coming on.  Dave knew it too.  He took as much
of me into his mouth as he could, and I came down his gullet.  He swallowed
everything, leaving nothing for me.

We lay quite still for a long time.  Then Dave leaned over and kissed me
gently.  Let's get dressed, and I'll drive you home," he said.  "I don't
want you to get home too late, and have your parents wondering."

"I'm legal," I reminded him.

"Just the same.  Let's do the right thing."


                                                                        Part
Two


I let myself into the house, and found John sitting alone watching TV in
the den.  I was not surprised that all he was wearing were his boxers.  I
suspected that he and my mom had a go at it that night since I wasn't home.
His boxers were not snapped shut in the crotch and I caught a glimpse of
heavy black pubic hair.  I looked away quickly.

"How was your dinner?" he asked.

"Great," I answered, "and how was your evening?"

"Fantastic," he grinned, and winked at me.  I suppose that was meant to let
me know that he had fucked my mom.  Didn't he suspect that the information
he was trying to convey with that wink, was TMI as far as I was concerned?

"You look pretty happy," he smiled at me.  "Did something special happen,
that you would like to tell me about?"

I totally panicked.  Could John tell that I had fantastic gay sex, and he
was trying to get me to admit to it?

"Nothing special," I mumbled.

John lost his smile and put on a serious face.  "We're buddies," he
announced proudly.  "I want you to feel that you can confide anything to
me.  I swear I won't make any judgments.  All I'll try to do is offer some
advice if I'm able.  You can take the advice or leave it.  I won't be
offended either way."

"Thanks," I said.  "I appreciate that, and I'll take you up on it should
the occasion arise."

I started to leave to go to my room, when he said, "Your mother is going to
a spa with some lady friends this weekend.  Is there something special
you'd like to do?  They're leaving Friday right after work."

"My high school football team is playing at home Friday night.  It's for
the regional championship.  Would you like to go with me?"

"Super.  I'd love to go.  The coach is a good friend of mine."

"Great," I said.  "I'm pretty sure that Mr. Carson, my math team coach will
be at the game.  I'll look for him and introduce you two."  "I'd like
that," he said.

John wasn't exactly telling the truth.  He was sure that Dave would be a
wimpy little nerd, and he wasn't looking forward to their meeting.  I
appreciated that he was being nice for my sake.  I realized that he was
really trying hard to be a good father to me.  For a moment, I almost felt
like giving him a good-night hug.  What was I thinking of?

We did meet Dave at the game, and the three of us sat together.  I could
tell that the two athletes liked each other a lot, and I was full of
jealousy.  How stupid is that?  To his credit, Dave acted like I was just
another member of his math team, and nothing more.

Our team won, so after the game, the three of us went to a malt shop to
celebrate.  I met a few of my fellow students there, and some of them
recognized Dave.  They came over to say hello.

"This takes me back to my high school days," John said wistfully.

"Me too," Dave added.  The two men smiled at each other, and I thought the
smiles were flirtatious.  Maybe I was going mad with my lust for Dave.
They certainly couldn't be flirting with each other.

I had a sundae, and the two men had ice cream sodas.  John and Dave shook
hands cordially as we said our goodbyes.

In the car driving home, John said, "He's very nice.  I didn't expect it.
I was sure he would be a nerd."

"Like me?" I asked.  I couldn't resist it.

"Of course not," John said quickly.  He realized his faux pas. "You're not
a nerd.  I just figured the coach of the math team might possibly be a
twerp.  I apologize.  I was very wrong."

"Proving once again that it's a mistake to make assumptions."

"Right," John laughed.  "I'll have to think of some way to make it up to
you."

"Like what?" I laughed.

"I don't know.  I'll think of something."

We arrived home, and as soon as we were in the house, John locked the door
and secured the house for the night.  He put on several night lights in the
hallways, so we could see our way in case we woke during the night.

We said our goodnights, and turned in.  With just the two of us in the
house, it was so quiet that I fell asleep quickly and dreamed about fucking
Dave.  I had to wonder what John was thinking.  He didn't have my mother to
cuddle up to.  His room was right next to mine, and I actually listened for
sounds of jerking off.  That convinced me I was going mad.  Fortunately I
fell asleep so quickly, my carnal thoughts were gone.

The next morning was Saturday.  No school!  Like all teen agers, I slept
late.  When I did get up, I was once again impressed by how quiet the house
was.  I wondered if John was sleeping also.  He had a big staff at his
store and sometimes he didn't go in on weekends.  With my mother gone, I
thought he might go to work.

I was curious so I looked out into the hallway.  His door was ajar so I
peeked in to see if he was there.  He too was enjoying a sleep-in.  I
wasn't surprised.  He had told me that he wanted to spend the weekend with
me, and hopefully we would bond.

He looked so handsome lying there.  The bottom part of his body was covered
by the bed sheet, but it was obvious to me that he was naked.  Damn, I so
wanted to see what he had there, and what went into my mother whenever they
had sex.

I stood in the hallway transfixed.  All of a sudden, I had the greatest
desire to suck his cock.  That was so wrong on so many different levels, I
shook my head to erase the vision, and ran to the bathroom.

I hadn't showered after Dave and I had sex, and I didn't shower last night.
I wanted to take a long, and hopefully therapeutic shower.  I knew I would
probably whack off in the shower, and I got hard immediately.

I was standing in the shower.  My eyes were closed, and I was blissfully
stroking myself ever so gently, when I heard a noise.  I opened my eyes.
John was opening the shower door as if to enter.  He had a private bathroom
so what was this all about?

I immediately checked him out.  After all, this was my first chance to find
out, and I might never have another.  His cock was shorter than mine, but
much, much thicker.  Poor Mom!  He was not cut, and I was not sorry that I
wasn't cut either.

I was stunned, but I managed to say, "I'll be out in a minute, John."  I
realized that he had seen me whacking off, and he knew damn well that I
hadn't planned on being out in a minute.

"Don't leave on my account," he smiled at me.  It was the same seductive,
flirtatious smile he had beamed at Dave.  "In fact, I'll join you.  It'll
be fun.  I haven't jerked off with another guy since middle school.  You
take me back to my youth, Frankie.  For that, I thank you."

He stepped into the shower, and closed the door.  Immediately he soaped up
his cock, and started to stroke.  Once again he smiled at me, and I
relaxed.  We went at it for a minute or so, and he said, "I'll do your
back, and then you can do mine."

I was really nervous.  I had every reason to believe that my stepfather was
straight.  I knew I had to control myself, because right now, I wanted to
grab him and suck him to glory.  He made me turn around and I felt him
soaping my back with a wash cloth.  I was so scared I lost my erection.

He soaped lower and lower and soon he was soaping my crack, and I began to
mewl.  I tried to stop myself, but I couldn't.  My erection had returned
full force.  I was fantasizing that he was Dave.

John leaned up against me and wrapped an arm around my waist.  His hard
cock was probing my ass.  He reached down, took my cock in his hand and
started to stroke me.  "You're so big," he said.  "I really like that."

I half-heartedly tried to pull away, but he held me tight.  "What's going
on here?" I demanded to know.

"Shh, just follow my lead and we'll have a very fun weekend.  Your mother
doesn't have to know."

"Wh..Wh..What are you going to do?" I stuttered.

"Just what you and Dave did last night, only we can go slow.  We have all
day.  Without the need to rush, I'll do a much better job."

"How did you know?  Did he tell you?"

"Of course not.  I saw it in both your eyes.  I'm pretty good about those
things.  I can tell every time your mother cheats on me.  In fact, she's
probably with a man this weekend.  I knew what your mother was when I
married her."

"Why don't you leave her?"

"What for?  I'm cheating on her with men, and she knows it.  It doesn't
bother her, as long as I make her happy in bed."

"I can't believe what I'm hearing," I muttered.

"Besides, he went on, "I would never leave now.  I'm in love with you,
Frankie, and you are so fucking handy.  I also got the hots for Dave last
night, and while you were talking to some friends, I invited him to have
dinner with us tonight at Reynaldo's Restaurant.

I was so speechless (a first time for me) that I just stared and stared at
John.  As I did, his face got handsomer and handsomer.  I couldn't resist.
I stood up on my toes and kissed him.  I didn't expect to get so passionate
a kiss in return.

Long story short.  We fucked each other in the shower.  First we tasted our
delights, but refrained from cumming.  When we were sated, John turned off
the water.  We dried ourselves, and fell into my bed together.

John wrapped his arms around me, and whispered in my ear, "Do you think we
bonded this weekend?"

"We sure did," I stated emphatically, "but not as father and son."


                                                                          Part
Three


We met Dave at a great, upscale steak house.  John told us that dinner was
on him.  He didn't think teachers made enough salary.  It was obvious to me
all during dinner that Dave and John were flirting with each other, and
that something would happen between them before my mother returned.  In
fact, I was so sure of it, that I would bet something would go on between
the two of them after my mother got back.

I was insanely jealous.  Both men had told me they loved me, yet at dinner
they practically ignored me.  I grew sullen and quiet, adding nothing to
the conversation.  When I was at my lowest, Dave excused himself to go to
the men's room.  I half expected John to follow him so they could check
each other out.  It didn't happen.  Instead John whispered in my ear, "Dave
is coming home with us.  He's spending the night, and we are going to have
a threesome."

I smiled broadly at my stepfather to show him how pleased I was.  I went
from the pit of despair to heavenly joy.  In fact, when Dave returned and
sat at the table, he took my hand and squeezed it.  I reckoned that he
figured that John had told me about our upcoming tryst.

I was so excited, I wanted to rush right home, but my two mentors insisted
on dessert.  I thought the meal would never end.  John drove home by
himself, and I went with Dave so he wouldn't get lost.  Every time we
stopped for a light, we fondled each other.  I was glad Dave was driving.
I was too excited to have driven home safely.

When we got home, we all stood in the front hall for a few moments, and
enjoyed a group hug.  John and Dave planted wet kisses on my cheeks, and
then began to kiss each other.  They were being very passionate, and even
though they were including me tonight, I realized I was very jealous.

Finally we separated and ran to the master bedroom.  I guess the older men
were as excited as I was, because we all undressed rapidly, and just left
our clothes on the floor.  There was enough room on John's king-sized bed
that we easily formed a daisy chain.  We sucked each other for a very short
while.  We kept changing positions.  I was enjoying both cocks immensely.
They smelled and tasted so different.  I decided that the old expression
"if you've seen one, you've seen them all" was totally irrelevant.

Finally, it was Dave who separated from us.  "Let's give Frankie the honor
of being in the middle tonight," he suggested to John.

"Yes, to start with.  We have all night.  We can keep switching positions
like we did before."

John removed some condoms and a tube of lube from his night table.  We were
all good and hard, so he placed a condom on himself and then he did the
honors for Dave and me.  I found that what he was doing was incredibly
sensual.  I guess John wanted to do all the work, because then he began to
lube our cocks and asses generously.

Dave lay prone on the bed, and John guided me into him.  I slipped right
in.  Obviously Dave was an old war horse.  John mounted me, and worked his
way delicately in.  At first none of us moved, but finally John kept
pumping inside of me, so I started pumping inside of Dave.

I was not a virgin, and the minimal pain I felt was so mixed with pleasure,
I almost passed out.  Little by little there was no pain at all, and I was
moaning with pleasure.  I heard Dave whisper to me, "Stop before you cum,
Frankie, and we'll switch positions.  Let's keep it going as long as
possible.  Dave figured that he and John could delay their orgasms longer
than I could.

We only switched one more time, and I couldn't control myself.  John was on
the bottom; Dave was middle man, and I was fucking Dave.  After I came, we
switched again.  I was on the bottom; John was in the middle, and Dave
mounted both of us.  The two mature men took forever to cum, and I didn't
mind at all.  In fact I was very grateful.

After we all came, we lay holding each other and fondling our cocks.  I was
in the middle of course.  Intermittently one of us would lean over and suck
one of the other men's cocks.  Finally we fell asleep.

We repeated our glorious love making early the next morning.  John made us
breakfast; we showered separately, and Dave left us, because we weren't
sure what time my mother would get home.

Over the next few weeks, I continued to have sex with both men, together
and separately.  John gave me a summer job in his store, and more often
than not, we went into his private office and locked the door.  Sometimes
Dave came to the store and joined us.  On nights when my folks went out, I
went over to Dave's.

At the end of the summer, I went off to college, seven hundred miles away.
After my first night away from home, I never had sex with either of them
again.  I would bet all I have, that the two of them had sex together as
often as they could manage.  I often wondered what student Dave might be
bedding, and if he shared him with John.

As for me, I met Jeff, the love of my life, and my partner for life, the
first week of my freshman year.  We slept together the first night we
dated, and I never slept with another person ever again.  I hope my partner
has been as faithful as I.  If he hasn't been, I'd forgive him anyway.  I
love him too much to make a scene and risk losing him.

But my lifelong love affair with Jeff Karlin is a story for another time.