Date: Thu, 29 Dec 2005 20:43:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Abandoned Boy - Chapter 40

DISCLAIMER:  The following story is FICTIONAL.  It contains descriptions
of sexual  activities between men, teenage boys, and between men and
teenage boys.  If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this
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you enjoy it!


                                   The Abandoned Boy

                                        Chapter 40

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A few days after John and Mike's visit, I went to visit Eric, the boy
who'd brought the gun to school and tried to kill himself.  He was still
living at the home for mentally disturbed youths where he'd been placed
immediately after the incident at school.

I'd been to visit Eric a few times since the day I talked him out of
shooting himself in the head.  With each visit I noticed that he seemed
to be making good progress.  This visit wasn't a good one from my point
of view though.  Eric seemed to have slid backward.  He was more
depressed and desolate again, similar to when he tried to kill himself.
In fact he was under suicide watch again.

Apparently Eric had been roughed up by a couple of older boys who'd
recently moved into the residence.  They'd realized Eric was a sensitive
boy who they could pick on, which they did whenever they could.

One night just before my visit, when the regular staff wasn't working,
Eric had gotten up to use the bathroom during the night.  One of the
bullies was awake and noticed.  He woke the other, and the two of them
followed Eric into the bathroom and ambushed him.  Being the timid and
frightened boy he was, Eric hadn't really fought back.  They'd beaten him
up pretty good.  Then, one of the bullies pinned him to the floor and
held him down, while the other had stripped his pants off and begun
fondling his penis!  After a minute he'd jammed the index finger of his
other hand between Eric's cheeks and molested his asshole too!  All the
while this was going on, they both taunted Eric, calling him a girl, or
gay, because his dick had gotten hard in response to the fondling.
Luckily, a staff member had finally heard Eric's muffled cries for help,
and walked in just as one of the boys was about to stuff his stiff penis
up Eric's ass.  Poor Eric had of course been terrified and greatly
embarrassed, on top of being physically cut and bruised.  It was the most
traumatic and violent thing that had ever happened to the boy.

As if that wasn't bad enough, Eric's father made matters worse!  He
reverted to being the bastard he'd been with Eric prior to Eric's suicide
attempt.

Eric had always been a shy, withdrawn and, and fearful boy as he grew
up.  Early on, his father had tried the only way he knew to toughen him
up - he picked on him, called him names, goaded him, and tried to force
him to become defensive.  All of that had led the boy to trying to kill
himself.  Afterward, although he didn't see how it could possibly work,
Eric's father had bowed to the wishes of the professionals in charge and
begun treating Eric tenderly and in a supportive way.  This had actually
promoted much of Eric's good progress!

Upon hearing of the attack on their son, Eric's parents had driven
immediately to the home.  Once they arrived, Eric's father saw the basket
case his son was once again, and decided that the soft indulgent attitude
they were all using on Eric, wasn't working!  So, he went back to the
only way he thought he could help his son to toughen up.  Once again, he
became the formidable force he'd been and began bellowing at Eric,
accusing him of being secretly gay and leading the other two boys on!

In the few short moments, before his wife could stop him, all the
progress that had been made in bolstering Eric's fragile psyche was
completely trashed, and he was back to square one!

I was livid when the staff told me about it.  I decided I'd best take a
walk and cool down before I went to see Eric.  When I finally did go see
him, he was just like he'd been before I talked him down and got the gun
away from him!

I'd tried talking to Eric, but it didn't seem to help, and I was very
depressed when I left.

I was still depressed when I arrived back at the apartment!

"What's wrong?" Tom asked, as I walked in, and he saw the look on my
face.

Simon and Ethan came out of their room then, and joined us, so I told all
three of them what had happened.

"Shit!" Ethan said, when I'd ended my story.  "That poor kid!"

"He must feel awful!" Simon said, sadly.

"He does," I said, equally as sad.

"Getting beaten up by other kids is one thing!  But to be treated so
awfully by your own father too!  I can't believe the bastard did that to
him!  How can any man do that to a boy?" Ethan said, angrily.

Simon looked dolefully at Ethan.  I could tell he was thinking about how
his step-father used to abuse him.

"Sorry Si!" Ethan said, wrapping an arm around him and hugging him,
apparently also realizing what Simon was thinking.  "I didn't mean to
bring up bad memories for you."

"It's OK," Simon said, sadly.

"Men who treat their own sons badly quite often are dealing
unsuccessfully with their own guilt over having either real or imagined
traits similar to their children," Tom said.  "It's quite possible that
Mr. Braden is going through this too.  Quite honestly, what he needs is
to see a counselor of his own, and learn to deal with his own problems,
before taking out his frustrations on his son!"

"So, you think Eric's father was a wuss too when he was a boy, and that
he got picked on all the time like happens to Eric?" Simon asked.

"Let's not be calling Eric a wuss," I said.  "You might slip and say it
in front of him."

"Sorry," Simon said.

"To answer your question Simon," Tom said.  "The day Eric brought the gun
to school, when his father showed up, I saw what I thought was a  guilty
look in his eyes, and it wasn't just because of the gun.  From what I
heard, he did have it locked away pretty well.  Eric worked hard to
discover where the key was to the lockbox he had it in, and then he had
to find and get to the lockbox too.  The guilt I saw in Mr. Braden's eyes
seemed to me to be more over his son's sensitivity and lack of bravery
against others.  My guess, and it's only a guess, is that Mr. Braden was
treated the same way by his own father, and found it nearly as impossible
as Eric does now, to stand up to the kids who bullied him.  Quite likely,
he blames himself for what he sees as Eric's inadequacies, which
frustrates him all the more.  Then, he compounds matters by trying to fix
things by handling the situation like his own father did."

"Wow!" Simon said.

He appeared to become lost in thought then.

"Do you understand all that?" Tom asked him.

"Uh - yeah," Simon said, suddenly snapping to.  "Um... I was just kind of
wondering if maybe my step-father is like he is because of his father."

"Well," Tom said.  "Your situation is a bit different.  First of all,
it's your step-father, not your biological father, who has the problem.
Secondly, he didn't come into your life until you were older.  Also,
Eric's dad isn't sexually abusing Eric, like your step-father did to you.
Eric also maintains he's straight, where you actually are gay, and you
admit it, at least to family and close friends.  So... there are a lot of
differences really."

"I guess," Simon said, frowning.

"I think what Tom means is that while it's possible that the way Ed
treated you does have something to do with the way his father treated
him, there are a lot more factors in your situation," I said.  "In
particular, Ed seems to either enjoy having sex with boys, or else he
enjoys the sense of power he feels when he's forcing a boy to submit to
him sexually.  Possibly both.  In Ed's case, he was using you to try and
make up for his emotional inadequacies.  In Mr. Braden's case, he's not
doing that.  Instead, he's trying to do something to help his son to not
be like him!  So... in your case, Ed didn't really give a crap about you,
and in fact was trying to hurt you to give himself a feeling of power,
while, Mr. Braden is feeling Eric's pain personally, and is frantic to
try and ease it for Eric, and consequently then for himself as well.  Ed
didn't care about you and was using you.  Mr. Braden does care about Eric
and is trying to fix his problems, but doesn't know what to do to fix
them correctly, and is therefore making matters worse.  Like Tom said,
Mr. Braden needs to see a psychologist, and get help for himself.  At the
same time, Eric needs the same thing.  Then, together maybe they can try
and work together on their relationship."

"You sound almost like you feel sorry for Eric's father," Ethan said.

"In a way I do," I said.  "He's obviously so emotionally damaged himself,
that he doesn't realize what he's doing to his son."

"You almost have to feel sorry for him," Tom said.  "He can't seem to
help himself anymore than Eric can."

"Yeah, but he's the cause of Eric's problems!" Ethan said.

"Probably of most of them," I said.  "But, maybe not all of them.  And,
in reality, it wasn't really intentional on his part.  It's just the way
he is!"

"Well, can't they make him get help too?" Simon asked.

"Unfortunately, he hasn't done anything overtly bad enough to warrant
that," Tom said.  "And, apparently, he's not willing to listen to
anyone!"

"Well, that sucks!" Ethan said.

"Yup!  So, that's why I'm feeling shitty myself!" I said.

"You need to burn off your frustration!" Tom said.

I looked at him and gave him a crooked smile.

"What'd ya have in mind?" I asked.

"A bike ride!" Tom said.

"Oh," I said, my smile fading.

"Oh get your mind out of the gutter!" Tom said, as the boys chuckled.
"There's time for that later!  You guys wanta come on a bike ride with
us?"

"Like to, but we gotta go to work soon," Ethan said.

"OK - maybe another time," Tom said.  Then he turned to me and added,
"so, get changed and let's go!"

"OK," I said, hoping he was right, that I'd feel better if I exerted
myself.

A few minutes later, I'd changed my clothes, and Tom and I were on our
bicycles, heading for the bike trail through the woods.

                   *                     *                     *

Simon and Ethan were still sitting in our living room on the couch
together, as Tom and I tooled along the roadway.

"I wish there was something we could do for Eric," Simon said.

"I know," Ethan said.

"I mean, if nobody does anything, he's probably gonna try to kill himself
again!" Simon said.  "Someone needs to tell that father of his to get
some help!"

"You're not suggesting we try talking to him are you?" Ethan asked, his
eyes getting bigger.

"No!" Simon said.  "We need someone else - an adult - but not any adult -
it has to be someone Eric's father would listen too!  Maybe like one of
those support groups for people whose kids are suicidal!"

"Hmmm.... I suppose that might work.  Maybe he'd listen to someone who's
in the same boat he's in," Ethan said.

"Wonder if there are any suicide support groups around here?" Simon said.

Ethan looked thoughtful for a minute, then smiled and said, "Well... they
may not be local, but... you know that band 'The Six Shooters' that I
like so much?"

"Yeah," Simons said.  "That's right!  Their drummer killed himself.  And
they did somekind of suicide prevention stuff because of it or
something."

"Yeah," Ethan said.  "His family set up a Suicide Prevention Center!
Maybe if we call them, they can help us!  The phone number's on the CD
insert!"

"Got it with you?" Simon asked.

"It's in my bag," Ethan said, getting up and trotting over to the door.

He rummaged around in his backpack for a minute, and soon found the CD he
was looking for.

"Here it is," he said, hold up the CD.

As he walked back to the couch, he opened it, and pulled the insert out.

"Yeah," he said settling down on the couch again.  "'The Michael J. Weiss
Suicide Prevention Center'!  And, there's a toll-free phone number!"

"Cool! Let's call it!" Simon said, picking up the phone and handing it to
Ethan.

Grinning, Ethan dialed the number, then put the phone to his ear.

"It's ring-" he cut off, as someone answered immediately.

"Suicide Prevention Center, this is Brian, how may I help you?" came a
voice on the other end of the line.

Ethan told Brian his name and explained about Eric and his situation.  He
finished by saying, "So we didn't know who to call to try and find
someone to talk to Eric's father, then we remembered 'The Six Shooters'
CD I have, and the insert in it about Mike, their drummer, and I
remembered there was a phone number on it, so that's why we're calling."

"Wow!" Brian said.  "Well, I'm glad you called.  So... Eric's in a
psychiatric home is he?"

"Yeah," Ethan said.

"OK, well I expect he's getting a lot of the help he needs if that's
where he is," Brian said.

"We know that.  We don't think it's enough though.  We think it's his
father who needs help.  Someone needs to talk to him and ... basically
tell him to get some help of his own.  Our...'dads'" Ethan said, not sure
how to explain mine and Tom's relationship to him and Simon, "think that
he's feeling guilty about Eric being ... well... he's a wuss, even though
we shouldn't say that about him - but he is - big time!  Anyway, our
'dads' think maybe the father was the same way when he was a kid, and now
he's trying to force Eric not to be, and is making matters worse.  It
seems like the guy won't listen to anyone.  So we thought maybe you guys
might have some idea who he could talk to, so he understands about the
pressures he's putting on Eric, and that if he doesn't stop, Eric'll keep
trying and snuff himself again."

"I see," Brian said.  "Well, it sounds like your dads might be right.  Of
course, that's only based on what you've told me.  There could be lots
more reasons for his behavior.  Either way, I know he's handling it
wrong.  Often, the way people who are close to the person who's suicidal
treat them does have an impact on them.  Of course that's not always true
either.  Either way, it doesn't hurt for the people connected to the
person who either commits suicide, or tries to, to talk to someone
professional afterward, or... hopefully beforehand, so maybe they can
help to avoid an attempt.  I know after Mike died, I blamed myself for a
long time.  I felt I should've known how he was feeling, or that maybe if
I'd paid more attention to him, it would've turned out differently.
Finally, I spoke with a psychologist, and he helped me to realize that in
Mike's case, I didn't do anything that pushed him into it, and there
wasn't really anything I could've done to prevent him from doing it
either.  Afterward, I took some training, to be able to help people who
call in.  And, one thing I did learn is that, in SOME, but not all cases,
the people who love and care about a suicidal person CAN make a
difference.  Eric's father needs to talk to someone!"

Ethan was quiet a moment, digesting everything Brian had just said.

"Um... I'm sorry.  Uh.... before I say anything else, um... you just
talked about a 'Mike'.  Did you mean 'the Six Shooter's' drummer?  Did
you know him?" Ethan asked.

"Yeah, he was my little brother," Brian said.

"Oh!"  Ethan said, as he grabbed a pencil and jotted "his brother Brian"
on a piece of paper for Simon to read.  Simon's eyes widened.

"Um...I-I'm very sorry about your brother," Ethan added, quickly.

"Thanks," Brian said.  "He was a great guy and I miss him a lot.  He's
been my inspiration in starting this suicide prevention center.  I just
hope I can help someone somewhere to not do what Mike did!"

Ethan was quiet, not sure what to say.

"Um... I hope you do a lot of that!" he said, finally.

"Thanks," Brian said.  "Now... Eric's dad.  Do you think it'd help if I
gave him a call?"

"You'd do that?" Ethan asked, surprised.

"Sure!  It's one of the things we do here!  Whenever I can, I try to talk
to the people involved.  I find if they talk to someone who's gone
through what I have with Mike, sometimes it makes a difference." Brian
said.

"You are too cool!" Ethan said.

Brian chuckled, and said, "Well... I like to think it's Mike working
through me, pulling my strings and pumping the words into my brain. So...
he's the one who was cool!"

"I bet he was," Ethan said.

"OK, give me this guy's info!" Brian said.

"Uh... crap... hang on," Ethan said.  Quickly he covered the mouthpiece.

"You got the Braden's phone number?" he asked Simon.

"Yeah, Greg's got it in his Rolodex I think," Simon said.  "I saw him use
it to call them the other day."

Quickly he jumped up and leaped over to the desk, and looked up the
number.  Ethan repeated the Braden's phone number into the mouthpiece of
the phone then, as Simon read it off to him.  Brian promised to give them
a call and see if he couldn't help Mr. Braden understand how Eric was
feeling, and what he could do to help out.  He also said he'd call back
and let them know what happened.  Ethan gave him the phone number,
thanked him profusely, then they hung up.

"Cool!" Simon cried.  "I hope Eric's father will listen to him!"

"I hope so too, but I'm not holding my breath!" Ethan said.

"At least we tried," Simon said, smiling.

"I guess," Ethan said.

"C'mon!  Let's go celebrate!" Simon said, his eyes twinkling as he
grinned at Ethan.

"What'd ya have in mind?" Ethan asked, smiling finally.  He knew what
Simon wanted, and his cock started throbbing immediately.

"As if you don't know!" Simon said, grinning devilishly and waggling his
eyebrows up and down.

Ethan reached over and cupped Simon's crotch and gave it a gentle
squeeze.  Simon's dick was completely hard, but bent forward
uncomfortably.

"That's what I thought!" Ethan said, as Simon's hand reached for his
crotch too.

"I see you're thinking what I'm thinking too," Simon said, smiling, as he
began fondling Ethan's crotch.  "Let's go to our room!"

"OK, we got plenty of time yet," Ethan said, glancing at the clock, and
grinning.

The two boys got up and walked with a distinct urgency down the hallway
to Simon's room, quickly shutting the door behind them.  Buddy, who
hadn't gotten up from the corner of the living room he'd been lying in
quick enough to go with the boys, harumphed and curled up on the floor in
outside the closed bedroom door to wait for them to come back out.

               *                    *                      *

While Simon and Ethan were on the phone with Brian Weiss, Tom and I were
riding our bikes through a twisting bike path through the woods.  After
we'd been riding for quite a while, Tom, who was ahead of me, pulled off
the path, turning down a little side path, which led to a small clearing
off to the side.

"Can we take a rest?," he asked, as he dismounted.

"Looks good," I said, as I watched Tom swing his leg up and over the back
wheel of his bike, which caused his genitals to bulge even larger for a
moment in his lycra shorts.  I felt my own dick surge slightly at the
sight.

"Huh?" Tom asked, giving me a funny look.

"Oh shit!" I said, laughing.  "I meant to say 'sounds good'!"

"Where's your mind at?" Tom asked, smirking.  Apparently he'd noticed
that my eyes kept darting to his crotch, and he'd put two and two
together.

"Sorry!" I said, blushing.

"No need to be.  I'm glad you're forgetting about Eric a little.
Besides, I like where your mind's at!" he said, reaching down and
adjusting himself.

Seeing Tom manipulating his cock and balls through his biker shorts,
caused me to forget completely about Eric, as my dick flexed again with
excitement.  I reached down and pretended to adjust my own equipment, so
I had the chance to give myself a squeeze.

Tom grinned as he watched.  Then he looked around a moment.

"Isn't this the spot?" he asked, after a minute.

"What spot?" I asked, looking at him.

"Where we saw those two guys getting it on when we took our first bike
ride together," Tom said.

I looked around.  Suddenly as I looked down a moment, I spied a condom on
the ground, that looked like it had been used.

"Could be," I said, smirking.  "Here's a scumbag!"

Tom looked down to where I was pointing with my toe, and grinned.  Then,
he looked all around us.

"We seem to be completely alone, and we're obviously both horny!" He
said.  "How'd you like to do it in the great outdoors?"

My dick flexed violently at the thought of having sex right there in the
woods, and I grinned.

"Long as we don't get caught!" I said.

"The risk's half the fun!  Makes it more exciting!" Tom said, grinning,
and swatting at a bug.  "It's the mosquitos that are my only concern!"

The bulge in his lycra shorts suddenly began to expand.  He reached down
and adjusted himself again, so that his semi-erect penis was hanging to
his left, creating the look of a roll of quarters extending out from his
crotch.  As I watched, the roll of quarters grew swiftly and steadily
larger, until it resembled a large banana!  My own dick burgeoned at
about the same rate of speed as Tom's, so I too adjusted mine, so that it
was more comfortably sticking off to my left too.

Tom stepped over to me and grinned.

"Why don't you let me help you with that?" he asked, dropping to his
knees and smashing his face against my crotch.  I suddenly felt him
biting my dick gently through my lycra shorts.

"AAaahhh!!!!   The least you could do is wait until I have my shorts
down!" I complained, smiling.

Tom looked up at me and grinned.  Then stuck his fingers in the waistband
of my shorts and underwear on either side of my hips, and yanked down
hard, sliding the skin-tight shorts over my hips, and down to my ankles.

Instantly his mouth found and lassoed my dick, sucking as much of it as
he could, into his mouth.

"Ooohhhh!!!" I groaned, as Tom started sucking up and down my rigid rod,
as he wrapped his right hand around the base of my dick, in my pubic hair
and began pumping on me aas well, and fondling my balls with his left
hand.

"Fuck that's nice!" I gasped a moment later, as Tom's head and hand
continued bobbing up and down my cock.

"Glad you like it," he said, spitting my cock out, much to my
disappointment.  "But, I thought I'd just get you good and wet, so you
could slide it up inside me!"

"OH!" I said smiling, as Tom stood up and spun around facing away from
me.  At the same time, he ripped his biker shorts down to his ankles, and
pulled them off over his feet.

"OK, I'm good and sweaty back there, and your dick's good and wet, you
should be able to get it up inside me without a problem," Tom said,
straightening up, and stepping a few feet away from me so he could bend
over and lean against a tree trunk.

"You seem to be in an awful hurry," I said, smiling, as I bent and pulled
my shorts completely off too.

Tom just grinned at me and said, "Hurry up before your dick dries off!"

I grinned and stepped over to him.  As I did, he bent forward, spreading
his feet wide apart, and bending his knees slightly.  Smiling, I spit
into my hand and rubbed the gob of sputum on Tom's asshole, causing him
to moan with pleasure as my fingers rubbed his hole.  A moment later, I
stepped into place behind him, between his feet, pointed my wet dick at
his asshole and pushed forward, until the tip of it made contact with his
tight pucker.  Tom looked back at me, smiling with anticipation.  Gently,
I began to push my hips forward.

"AAwwww!!!" Tom groaned quietly, as the head of my cock slid through his
sphincter, and into his rectum.

I stopped for a moment.

"Keep going!" Tom said, in a half gasp, as he looked back at me.

Smiling, I began to slowly, but steadily, push my way all the way up
inside him, until my pubic bone was pressing firmly against Tom, crushing
my pubic hair between us.

"Mmmmm..." he moaned happily, as I filled his void.

"Oh yeah," I murmured, equally as happy, as I felt Tom's inner warmth
enveloping my manhood.

After remaining pressed deep inside Tom for a minute, so we could both
enjoy the intimate closeness of our coupling, I slowly began to withdraw
from him, pulling my hips slowly backward, until only the head of my cock
was still inside him.

"Mmmmm...." Tom moaned with pleasure, as I then reversed my action, and
began pushing my dick back up inside him, until again, I was buried to
the hilt inside him.

I remained fully embedded in Tom's rectal orifice for a moment again,
before I again pulled back out of him.  Finally I began slowly
long-dicking him.

As I continued slowly fucking Tom, we both reveled in the carnal
pleasures we were experiencing, and Tom sucked in his breath through
pursed lips with each of my outward strokes, but moaned softly with
pleasure each time I slid back into him.  I groaned occasionally with
pleasure as well when I impaled myself deep inside him.

All too soon, I felt my orgasm beginning to build.  I could Tell that Tom
was feeling the same thing, as his hips had begun to grind a little, in
an effort to push himself backward toward me, so that my dick would be
buried as deeply as possible inside him.

As the feeling of pleasure rose steadily stronger inside me, I steadily
increased the speed at which I was shoving my cock in and out of Tom's
ass.  His grinding appeared to be speeding up too.

As my climax approached, I noticed that Tom was breathing faster and
harder, just as I was too.  His low pleasureful moans had changed to
gasps and grunts.

Just as I felt as if I was about to explode, Tom began whimpering.  I
could see his nostrils flaring, and his eyes bulging slightly, as he
fought to hold off his own orgasm as long as possible.

Suddenly Tom gasped, and I felt his sphincter tighten around my dick, as
his gasp turned into a groan.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a
streak of cum shoot out from under Tom.  It arced through the air and
landed on some ferns that were growing at the base of the tree he was
leaning on.

"Awwww!!" I gasped, as my own orgasm began.  Pleasure swept through my
body as my balls pulled up tight to my body, and I pumped what felt like
a gallon of cum deep inside Tom's bowels.

"OHhhh!!! he gasped, clamping my cock with his asshole again, as more cum
shot out from under him, again coating the ferns at the base of the tree.

"Unnnnhhh!!!" I moaned, flooding Tom's insides with my hot jism again.

As I fucked Tom then, I could feel my cum coating my cock.  Tom's rectum
felt much wetter.

I continued fucking Tom, and the two of us eploded with joy a few more
times, before our spasms of pleasure waned.

As my orgasm finally ended, I shoved my dick deep inside Tom's rectum,
and leaned over him, wrapping my arms around him, hugging him.

"Mmmmm that was nice," he murmured, wriggling a little to mold his body
more completely into my hug.

"Oh yeah!" I murmured back.

We stood silently for a while, spooned together in a hug, still coupled
together, enjoying our intimate closeness, and the warmth of our sweaty
bodies, that had been generated by our exertion.

"Shit!" Tom exclaimed a moment later, pushing upward and reaching for his
dick.

"What's wrong?" I asked, standing up and unceremoniously ripping my dick
out of Tom's ass.

"Oh!" Tom gasped, as I suddenly withdrew from him.

He stood up straight then, clutching his wilted penis in his hand.

"I just got bit by a mosquito!" he said.  Then he added indignantly, "On
my dick!"

I started laughing, but stopped rather suddenly, as I suddenly felt a
bite on my ass.

Tom laughed then, as I started swatting myself on the buttocks.

"Maybe we better get dressed and get out of here!" he said.

"Good idea," I said.

"So you feeling any better now?" he asked, as we both retrieved our biker
shorts and began pulling them on.

"I guess," I said, suddenly remembering Eric.

"Well, how about we stop at Smitty's for a brew!" Tom said.

"Sounds good!" I said.

We quickly dressed then, and took off back down the bike trail.  A half
hour later, we arrived as Smitty's, locked our bikes to a pole in front
of the building, and headed inside.

"God Damn!" Tom complained.  His hand shot down and he quickly scratched
his mosquito bitten dick before I opened the door to the bar.

"C'mon, maybe a beer'll help!" I said, snickering, but reaching down and
quickly scratching my ass too, before I pulled the door open.

                   *                    *                      *

"AAwwwww!" Simon groaned, as a stream of cum shot out his dick.

He was laying on his back on his bed.  Ethan was on top of him, drilling
his dick up his ass.  Simon's legs were sticking up in the air, and
hanging over Ethan's shoulders.

"MMMmmmm!!!" Ethan groaned, as he blew a load of cum up inside Simon.

"Oohhhhh!!!" Simon moaned, spraying his beely with more cum.

The two of them were in the midst of their second sexual encounter since
getting off the phone with Brian.  Their first time, had been a '69',
where they'd sucked each other off and fingered each other's holes,
culminating in their mutual enjoyment of a drink of each other's love
juice.  After resting and snuggling naked together a short while, both
boys had found themselves horny again.  Simon had asked Ethan to make
love to him then.  Ethan was more than willing to oblige his lover's
request, and had pushed Simon's legs up in the air and attacked his
rosebud with his mouth.  After a few minutes, Simon hadn't been able to
take it anymore, and asked Ethan to enter him.  Smiling, Ethan had pulled
away from Simon long enough to lubricate his rigid penis, then he'd
crawled between Simon's legs, hoisted them up and over his shoulders, and
gently pressed his probe into Simon's rectum, sliding into him as far as
he could, before beginning to genly fuck him.

Now, Ethan was pounding his cock in and out of Simon, and both of them
were thrashing about, groaning passionately as their life giving essence
flowed from their cocks, creating waves of pleasure for them.

After several seconds, their mutual orgasm ended, and Ethan buried
himself deeply inside Simon, lowering himself gently on top of him.   As
the two embraced, Simon's legs slid down Ethan's sides, and his ankles
hooked together behind Ethan's waist.  He squeezed Ethan tightly in a hug
with his legs then.

"Fuck that was nice!" Simon sighed, smiling.

"Sure was," Ethan murmured, lowering his lips to Simon's.

Soon the two were lost in a long sensual kiss.

             *                       *                         *

While Simon and Ethan were busy celebrating having done something they
hoped would help Eric, and Tom was busy keeping me distracted on a bike
ride, having sex in the woods, and getting a beer at Smitty's, Brian
Weiss of the "Michael J. Weiss Suicide Prevention Center" was busy
talking with Eric Braden's father.  He hadn't held out much hope that
he'd be able to help the man, or ultimately Eric, from what the boys had
told him on the phone, but he'd decided to give it his best try.

Brian was surprised right off the bat when Eric's father actually
answered the phone.  He was surprised again, when he didn't hang up
immediately on him.  Encouraged by this, Brian had forged ahead, saying
that friends of his son had called him, hoping maybe he could help.

"And why is it you think you can help, if nobody else has been able to?"
Mr. Braden had asked, a slight sneer in his voice.

"I don't know if I can Sir, but I know how I felt after my brother
committed suicide, and I know it's not something you'd ever want to
experience yourself.  So, I'm hoping you'll listen to me!" Brian said.

"Fine," Mr. Braden had nettled.  "I'll listen."

"Thank you sir!" Brian said.

Brian then told Mr. Braden about himself, and about Mike.  He told Mr.
Braden how Mike had been gay, but kept that fact to himself, telling no
one, because he was so ashamed of himself.  He told him how to his own
dismay, Mike had fallen in love with his best friend John, who he didn't
think was gay, and how distraught he'd been.  He never told anyone how he
felt, and he buried his feelings for John deep within himself.  He
grieved privately over his inability to be with the person he loved
most.  Then, when Mike finally found out John was gay too, it was too
late.  John was involved with another boy.  Brian began crying as he told
Eric's father how Mike had felt completely alone and abandoned, and how
he'd decided that death was a better option than living miserably.  Brian
cried harder as he told Mr. Braden how Mike ended up hanging himself in
the garage, and how he'd felt when he found him.

As Brian told Eric's father all this, he suddenly realized that he was
experiencing some of the same kind of feelings Brian was.  When Brian's
voice broke as he told how he'd discovered his dead brother, hanging from
the garage rafters, Mr. Braden was surprised to feel a tear break from
his left eye and roll down his cheek.  It was just such a scene he was so
absolutely terrified he'd walk in on with Eric!

When Brian was finished speaking, Mr. Braden told him how bad he felt for
him.

Brian thanked him, and asked him, "Would you help me please?"

"I'm sorry, but I don't see HOW I can help YOU," Mr. Braden said.

"By letting me help you - so that you don't have to go through what I
did, and continue to go through, you'll be helping me too!" Brian said.

There was silence for a moment.

"I know you need help!" Brian said, sniffling yet.  "I also know you're
afraid to ask for it, or even to admit it to anyone - even yourself.  Mr.
Braden, you need help!  I'm willing to try and help you to get the help
you need!  It's too late for me to get help for my brother, but it's not
too late for us to get help for you and your son!  Please let me try -
before it IS too late!"

There was more silence.

Finally, in a wavering voice, Brian heard Mr. Braden utter the word he
was praying for - "Okay."

"That's wonderful sir!" Brian said, sniffling, as he fought back more
tears.  "I promise you that no matter what happens, you'll never regret
trying!"

"Whatever," Mr. Braden said.

Slowly, and carefully, Brian explained to Mr. Braden that the most
important thing was for him to discover that he loved Eric
unconditionally.

"That means, you love him and accept him for the person he turns out to
be - regardless of who or what he is," Brian said.  "I understand that
Eric's a sensitive boy who gets picked on a lot.  Several bullies have
picked on him, and that a lot of the boys say he's gay.  I also know that
he maintains he's not gay.  Well... maybe he is, maybe he isn't.  The
important thing is that you love him, even though he is sensitive and
gets picked on a lot.  And Even if it turns out that Eric is gay, which
it might not, you need to decide you'll love him and accept him that
way.  If you can't do that, then this won't work!  If Eric were to admit
to you that he is gay, would you be able to tell him it's OK, and you
still love him?"

Mr. Braden was silent again.

After a minute, Brian repeated his question.

"Mr. Braden," He said.  "if Eric were to tell you he was gay, would you
be able to say it's OK, and that you love him?"

"I don't know," Mr. Braden said.

Brian's heart sank.  He decided to pull out all the stops then.

"Well sir, let me ask you this then," he said.  "Which would you rather
have occur?  Eric telling you he's gay, or walking into his room and
finding him slumped over his desk, a handgun - your's - in his hand yet,
resting on the desk, next to his head, the back of which has been blown
off, and there's blood and bits of bra-"

"Stop!" Br. Braden cried, in an anguished voice.  "For christ's sake,
shut the fuck up!"

Neither man spoke for a moment.  Brian could hear labored breathing on
the other end of the line.  After a few seconds, it sounded more like
sniffles and gasps.  Brian smiled slightly in a hopeful way.  Mr. Braden
was crying.

"I'm sorry sir," Brian said.  "Ordinarily, I wouldn't talk that way.  I
needed you to see the alternatives you're faced with though.

"Alright!" Mr. Braden whined.  "I get it!"

Brian waited a moment then said, "With all due respect sir, I need to
know if you really get it.  So I have to ask you - which of those two
scenarios would you prefer, if they were your only choices.  Your son
telling you he's gay, or finding he'd committed suicide?"

Mr. Braden didn't reply immediately.  Finally, just as Brian was again
getting discouraged, he said, "Well what do you thinK?  Who wants to find
their kid dead?  Of course I'd have to say the first scenario is
preferable!"

Brian smiled to himself, and said, "I kind of thought you'd see it that
way.  I'm sorry if I had to get rough with you to get you to realize
that.  Now, if you truly feel that way Mr. Braden, then you need to let
your son know that you love him, respect him, and want him in your life -
as he is - no matter what!  Eric needs to know that no matter how much
he's being picked on at school or elsewhere, that at least at home,
everyone loves and respects him for who and what he is!  So you need to
tell him you love him no matter what!  And sir, you need to be
convincing!  That's the first thing you have to do - let your son know
you love him no matter what, and make him believe it!  Then, the harder
part of this is - actually letting him be the person he's going to be,
and not ever letting on if you're disappointed in him for NOT being
everything you want him to be.  In other words, you have to mean it when
you say it!  And in reality - you will!  All you have to do is remember
the alternative - your son feeling so much despair that he decides death
is preferable!"

After another moment's silence, Mr. Braden said, "I truly do mean it
Brian.  I'm just not sure if I'll be able to show him that I mean it!  I
mean, I - I ... don't know how to do it!"

"Can I suggest sir that maybe you could use a little professional help?"
Brian said.  "I'm not necessarily suggesting you need to see a
psychologist for yourself, although, and I mean no disrespect, possibly
you could use a few sessions yourself.  I needed them, and still do at
times, since Mike's death.  Your son threatened to kill himself.  He has
some problems and issues to work through.  He does need psychological
help.  I think the best way YOU can help him, is to seek professional
help yourself as well, from someone who is aware of the complete
situation, and who can work with you, developing a plan as to how best
you can communicate in a nurturing way with Eric.  It won't be easy, but
I think if you do talk to someone first, it might work!  At least it's
better than not trying it that way!"

"Fine!  I'll talk to Eric's doctors and get the name of someone to talk
to," Mr. Braden said.

"Excellent!" Brian said.

"Won't be the same as talking to you though," Mr. Braden said, surprising
Brian.

"Well... no, it should actually be better really though," Brian said.

"I don't know about that," Mr. Braden said.  "You seem to have your head
screwed on straight.  And, you've actually been through the worst
possible scenario.  I have an idea your perspective is better than anyone
else's will be."

"Well, thank you again sir," Brian said, his face warming up.  "Actually
though, I think you'll find a professional will be just as good, if not
better.  If you ever want to talk to me though, I'll be here at the
center.  You can always phone if you want to talk with me."

"Thanks!" Mr. Braden said.  "I might just do that."

"OK.  Well thank you for listening to my story, and letting me offer you
some ideas for your own situation," Brian said.

"No.  Thank you for doing what you can to help us!" Mr. Braden said.  "I
realize my family's in a nearly hopeless situation, and that I'm part of
the reason for that.  At this point, I'm willing to try most anything,
and everything you said, made me think, and it all makes sense - I
guess.  We'll see.  I will talk to my son's doctors and see if they can
recommend someone for me to talk with."

"Great!"  Brian said.  "Give me a call and let me know how things work
out.  I'll be praying for all of you!"

"Thank you Brian," Mr. Braden said.

Brian gave Mr. Braden his phone number.  Then, they said good-bye.

                   *                      *                          *

Simon and Ethan were still lying together in Simon's bed, sweating and
panting from their last orgasm when the phone rang.

"Shit!" Ethan said, as his now flacid, but still slimey dick slipped out
of Simon's asshole, as he leaned over, reaching for the phone.

"Roll onto your back, so the sheets don't get messy!" Simon hissed, just
as Ethan was about to pick up the receiver.

Ethan flipped onto his back and flopped down, as he picked up the phone.
His dick which was indeed still slimey with his cum, and the lube they'd
used, glistened as the light hit it.

"Hello?" Ethan answered the phone.

"Hi, is this Ethan?  This is Brian Weiss," Brian said.

"Yes it is," Ethan said grinning.  He covered the mouthpiece and
whispered "it's Brian!"

Simon grinned, and reached for some Kleenex.  As Ethan listened intently
to Brian, Simon began wiping his cum off first his, then Ethan's chest
and belly.

Just as Simon was finishing cleaning Ethan's up, and was about to tackle
his penis, Ethan let out a whoop.

"Brian got him to get help!" Ethan cried, grinning.

"YES!" Simon cried, grinning.

"Uh huh," Ethan said, listening again to Brian.

Simon focused again on Ethan's penis, picking it up and wiping around and
around it, until it was dry.  By the time he'd finished though, Ethan was
once again sporting a semi-erection.  Simon felt his own penis responding
as well.  Smiling, he reached for it, and began fondling it, while at the
same time, he started fondling Ethan's dick, which he hadn't let go of
yet, as well.

"Thank you so much Brian," Ethan was saying.  "OK, we will.  Buh-bye!"

Ethan hung up then, and excitedly repeated for Simon the gyst of Brian's
conversation with Mr. Braden.

"That's Great!" Simon cried, grinning!  "We need to celebrate!"

Grinning, Ethan looked down at Simon's still busy hands, and said, "Guess
I know how you want to celebrate!"

Simon grinned and said, "You up for it again?"

Ethan grinned back and said, "I thought you knew I was ALWAYS 'up for
it'!"

Simon's grin widened, as Ethan rolled toward him and began tickling him
all over.  Within seconds the two were wrestling around shrieking with
laughter.

Outside Simon's bedroom door, a dejectd Buddy lifted his head and looked
at the door in response to Simon's squeals, and both boys' laughter, then
he sighed and laid his head back down to wait some more before his
masters emerged from their bedroom, and hopefully would want to walk him,
or play with him.

                 *                      *                       *

"So, they're thinking of moving here?" I asked.

Tom and I were sitting at the end of the bar at Smitty's.  We were each
on our second bottle of Molson's Golden Ale, and were sharing a basket of
popcorn that Smitty had brought over to us.  Our conversation had turned
to the upcoming visit of Tom's sister and her partner.

"Yeah!" Tom said, smiling.  "I guess Brenda's been offered a job, so they
want to come look the area over.  Liz's been here once, but it was a
while back.  Bren's never been here."

"That's nice!"  I said.  "You and Liz'll get to see more of each other if
they really do move here."

"I know," Tom said.  "I'm hoping it happens!"

"So they're both vegetarians?" I asked.

"Yeah, although they both eat fish.  Think we can grill some fish?" he
asked.

"Sure!  I've got a great recipe for grilled swordfish!" I said.

"Cool!  Think the boys'll like it though?" Tom asked.

"If not, they can grill burgers," I said.  "We'll ask them ahead.  Now
when did you want to have this?"

"Well, I'd been thinking after school let out, but now that Bren got that
job offer, they need to come sooner," Tom said.  "I was thinking about
this Friday maybe?  That's not too short notice, is it?"

"Nope.  Fine with me.  Fact is, it's better than if it was next week.
We've got Eric's trial next week!" I said, turning gloomy at the thought.

"I know," Tom said.  He looked sad too.

"Well, let's finish our brews and go home and give them a call and see if
we can't firm up our plans," I said, trying to change the subject back to
something more pleasant."

"Cool," Tom said, picking up his beer and downing the rest.

I swallowed the last of my beer too, and waving good-bye to Smitty, we
left.

                *                     *                     *

When we got back to the apartment, Ethan and Simon had left for work
already.  We were greeted at the door by a lonely, yet hopeful looking
Buddy.

Chuckling, I suggested that since it was so nice out, we take him outside
for a few minutes, before we called Liz and Bren.  Tom agreed, so we put
Buddy on his extra long leash and took him outside and ran him around in
the grass behind the building.  He loved it, yipping happily and prancing
around.

About a half hour later, Buddy finally looked tired, so we all went back
inside.  Buddy drank an entire bowl of water, then went and plopped down
on his bed in the corner of the living room with a bone.  He gave it a
few licks and a chew, then pushed it away with his nose, laid down and
immediately dozed off.

Snickering as I looked at his water bowl I told Tom to remind me to take
him out to pee as soon as he woke up!

While I picked up a little, Tom call his sister and asked their
schedule.  Together they decided that Friday night sounded good for our
cookout.  Liz thought that would give Bren the day on Friday to look
around town, and meet again with her new potential employer.  Then,
they'd be able to spend the weekend relaxing and visiting with us, and we
could show them any points of interest.

"Cool," I said, when Tom got off the phone, and he told me the plan.  "So
what'a'ya wanta do now?"

Tom grinned lewdly and reached for my crotch then.

Chuckling, I said, "Somehow I thought that'd be your answer!  How about
we get nekid, and hit the shower together?"

Tom's eyes lit up and his grin widened, as I felt his hand cup my
genitals.  My dick quickly began to harden then.

I reached for Tom's hand and together, hand in hand, we headed for the
bathroom.

                   *                     *                       *

Within two minutes, we were both naked, standing in the shower, rinsing
ourselves under warm water.  As we did, a pungent anal odor pervaded our
nostrils.

"Damn!"  Tom said, sniffing the air a couple times, then grabbing the bar
of soap.  "Your dick's been up one smelly asshole recently!  I best wash
that off!"

I laughed and said, "You asshole!"

"Exactly!  My asshole!  Phew!  Stinky!  What the hell did you feed me
earlier?" Tom said, grinning.

I laughed.  My laughter quickly changed to groans of pleasure though, as
Tom squatted and went to work on my cock and balls with the bar of soap.
Soon the smell of Tom's rectum was replaced with the fresh scent of
"Irish Spring" - the 'manly soap'!

"Turn around," Tom said.

Obediently, I turned and faced the wall, hoping Tom's request meant what
I thought it did.

A moment later, I felt the wet bar of soap being pressed between my ass
cheeks, at the bottom of my crack.  Tom proceeded to slide it like a
credit card in a validator, upward, and back out from between my
buttocks.  Quickly I bent forward and spread my feet apart, to give him
easier access to my most private body aread.  Tom's soapy hand slid
downward between my cheeks then, and he rubbed up and down, washing me.
Finally, I felt his fingertip rubbing my asshole.  A minute later, he'd
pulled the hand-held shower head off its wall mount and was directing the
spray at my ass, holding my cheeks apart, so all the soap would wash
away.  Then he replaced the showerhead on its holder.

"Awwwww!" I groaned happily, as continuing squatting behind me, Tom again
parted my cheeks, but this time, he leaned in and began gently licking at
my anus.  His tongue felt heavenly.

"Mmmmm!" I moaned, as he started eating me out.

Tom jabbed and prodded my anus with his tongue, and licked and lapped at
it, causing me inexplicable joy.

Soon, he held his tongue against my pucker and pushed.  Realizing he was
trying to gain entry into me, I relaxed, and his tongue slid through my
sphincter, sending shivers up and down my spine.

"Ohhhh!!!" I groaned, as he began tongue-fucking me then.

Quickly I grabbed the safter bar, as he began shoving his tongue in and
out of me.  I was in heaven!

Tom kept at it for a few minutes, until I was nearly delirious with joy.
Finally he stopped, then stood up.

"Stay put!" he directed, as I was about to turn toward him.

He reached for the bottle of lube and squirted some on his fingers, and a
little in his left hand.  Then he inserted his lubed fingers between my
cheeks again, pressing his middle finger against my hole.  Instantly, it
slid right up into me, causing a groan of ecstasy again!  As Tom started
to finger-fuck me, he reached for my rock hard cock with his left hand
and began jackking me off.

"Holy shit!" I gasped in ecstasy, as Tom started fucking me with two
fingers, and jacking me off.

After a minute, it felt so great, I just wanted more up my ass!

"Give my your dick Tom!" I gasped.

"Really?" he asked, a little surprised.  It wasn't often that Tom fucked
me.  Usually he was always the bottom.

"Uh huh," I grunted.

Smiling, Tom withdrew from me, and squirted some more lube on his hand.
Quickly he rubbed it all over his cock, then stepped behind me.  He
parted my ass cheeks and pressed the head of his cock against my rosebud.

Gently, I felt him pushing forward.  I pushed my muscles too, and then I
felt my hole opening, and Tom's hot rod sliding into me.

"Ohhhhhhh!!!" I groaned, as Tom slid further and further inside me.

"Mmmmmm...." he moaned softly, as his pubic bone pressed up against me.

Tom held himself fully inside me for a minute.  Gently I contracted my
sphincter around him, and he grinned at me, as he kissed the left side of
my neck.

"Hey!  No Hickies!" I said.  "What would the boy's think?"

Tom roared then as we both recalled who only a couple days earlier, both
Simon and Ethan had appeared at the breakfast table wearing turtle
necks.  When we'd pushed the necks down, we discovered they each were
sporting huge hickies.  Of course we'd lectured them about displaying
their affection so publicly.

"Relax," Tom said.  "I'm gonna get to work now anyway!"

"Well, I wish you would!" I said, grinning.

Tom pulled swiftly out of me and plunged roughly back in then, causing me
to groan!

"Alright!  I was only joking!" I said.

He leaned around and kissed me again.  Then he stood up and slowly
started pulling out of me.  When he was most of the way out, he reversed
and pushed himself back into me.  He continued fucking me then, slowly at
first, but after several strokes, he began to speed up, and get a little
rougher.  Soon he was puming in and out of me at a moderate pace, and we
were both enjoying the sensations we were feeling.

Soon, I noticed he'd sped up a little though, and his breathing was
heavier.  This triggered my own orgasm to start building as well.

"Harder!" I groaned.

Smiling, Tom began fucking me harder and faster.  The way the head of his
cock slid back and forth over my prostate was decadent!

"Gonna blow!" Tom groaned a minute later.

I was about to shoot myself.  Tom began slamming in and out of me.

"AWWWW!!!" I cried, as suddenly, my orgasm began, and I blew a load of
semen at the wall.

At the same time my asshole clenched around Tom's shaft, causing him to
go over the edge.

"OOhhhh!" he cried, stopping for an instant, and I felt him cumming
inside me.  My whole insides suddenly felt more liquid-like.

Tom resumed fucking me then, and we both continued spasming with
pleasure, over and over!

Eventually, both our orgasm's ended, and Tom sank his cock up inside me,
then melted on top of me, wrapping his arms around me, hugging me.  Our
orgasms had been so violently good, both our legs were shaking from it
afterward.

"Damn that was good!" Tom murmured.

"Yeah," I moaned.

After a few minutes, Tom withdrew from me, and we both washed each other
off.  We turned off the shower, got out, dried each other, then padded
down the hallway to our bedroom and crawled into bed together.

                   *                      *                        *

Tom and I were relaxing in bed together, each reading a book, when Simon
and Ethan came home from work.

"Um... is anything wrong?" Simon asked, looking at us worriedly.

"No," I said, looking up and furrowing my brow.  "Should there be?"

"Well, you're reading!" Simon said.

Tom and I glanced at each other.

I looked back at Simon and said, "And... is there a problem with that?"

Ethan was looking curiously at Simon now too.

"Well... it's just I've never seen you two in bed before when you
weren't... well... you know!" Simon said, blushing slightly.

There was a split second of silence while what Simon had said sank into
each of our brains, then suddenly we all erupted into uproarious
laughter, which caused poor Simon to blush brighter red.

Once I stopped laughing, I said, "Well, just so you're not too upset and
worried about us, Tom and I took care of each other a few times earlier
already, so we were just relaxing.  And we DO read in bed sometimes!"

Simon smiled abashedly then.

"So... can we join you guys?" Ethan asked.

I noticed Ethan's crotch was bulging at the thought of crawling into bed
naked with us.

"Long as you can control that snake of your's!" Tom said, smirking over
the top edge of the page he'd returned to reading.  Apparently he too had
noticed Ethan's condition.

It was Ethan's turn to blush now.

"Well, that's no fun!" he muttered, frowning, which caused the rest of us
to chuckle.

I noticed Simon was looking hopefully at me.  His crotch appeared to be
bulging too.  My own dick started to twitch then too.

Since we all always ended up hard when we were snuggling anyway, I
grinned and winked at Simon.  He grinned and immediately started
stripping.  Ethan grinned then, and followed suit.

In the less than one minute it took the boys to get completely naked, my
dick reached full hardness.  From the tent in the blanket where Tom's
crotch was, I assumed he was experiencing the same condition.  There was
no guessing required about the boys.  As both of them stood before us
completely in the buff, each of their penises was pointing straight at
us.  The tip of Ethan's looked moist too!

"I can see this is gonna be a short "snuggle", I said, smirking a little,
as Simon pulled the covers up off me and crawled in next to me.  I
noticed he took his time, so that he got a good look at my hardon.  Ethan
crawled in on the other side of Tom then.

Simon didn't snuggle up next to me like he usually did.  Instead, as soon
as he was in bed, he rolled over on top of me, straddling my hips, and
then lowering himself down on top of me, into my open arms.  When he did,
I felt his hand adjusting both of our penises, so they were lying right
next to each other, pressed between our pelvises.

Ethan crawled on top of Tom and settled down in his arms too.  He too
must've groped Tom's penis as he adjusted their genitals, because Tom
sucked in his breath sharply, and got the look of extreme arrousal in his
eyes, that usually only I got to see.

"Um... you guys are gettin' a little more intimate than usual... probably
more than you should be," I said, looking first at Simon, then Ethan.

"We'll be good," Simon said, smiling nervously.  I felt his dick swell
slightly though, as a thrill apparently surged through him.  My dick
responded likewise, causing Simon's smile to broaden.

"Guess what?" he cried loudly, as I cringed.  His mouth was rather close
to my ear.

"Sorry," Simon said, realizing he'd nearly broken my ear drum.

"'s OK, what's up?" I said.

"You mean besides all our dicks!" Ethan chuckled.

Tom apparently jabbed Ethan in the ribs, as he began giggling and
thrashing around.  Apparently, the action felt good to Tom, as he stopped
quickly, and closed his eyes, like he does, when something feels really
good to him.

"Christ, I'm gonna cum if you make me do that too much!" Ethan said,
smiling down at Tom in an equally arroused state.

"Can we try that?" Simon asked, smiling devilishly at me.

I gave him a quick jab in the ribs, and he to giggled and thrashed.  It
did feel pretty good as he ground his pelvis about for a moment.

"I think we'd best relax and listen to whatever it is you want to tell
us," I said.  I was afraid if we didn't stop, Ethan's phrophecy would
come true for all of us.

"Well..." Simon said, grinning.  "We have some GREAT news!"

They proceeded to tell us about their call to Brian, and Brian's call to
Mr. Braden, and his report back to them about their conversation.

"That's fantastic guys!" Tom cried, when they'd finished telling us
everything.  "What you did, might just have been the break the Bradens
needed!"

"It certainly does sound wonderful guys, but let's not get our hopes up
too high, in case things don't pan out!" I said.

"I know," Simon said.  "But we can hope, can't we?"

"Most certainly!" I said, smiling at him, and squeezing my arms around
him a bit harder.

Both our penises had softened as Simon and Ethan told the story.  I
wondered if Tom's and Ethan's had too.  As I hugged Simon though, I felt
his beginning to stiffen again, which of course caused mine to do the
same.

Simon started trying to tickle me then, and Ethan began attacking Tom as
well.  We both defended ourselves valiantly, and ended rolling the two
boys over and lying on top of them, as they giggled hysterically, as we
tickled them.

When we finally stopped, as I looked down at Simon grinning, he reached
again for our penises to adjust them.  His hand lingered, holding them
together for a moment.  The serious, passionate look in his eyes told me
he was extremely horny.  I was myself too, and I could see out of the
corner of my eye, that Tom and Ethan were struggling to maintain their
emotions as well.

As Simon continued holding our members in his hand, he looked into my
eyes.  I could the desire he was feeling.  It took all my willpower not
to reach down and direct the tip of my penis toward the bottom of his ass
crack, just behind his perineum.  There was no doubt in my mind that if I
had, he'd have pulled his legs up, exposing his anus for me invitingly.
I had never felt so much desire to make love to Simon as I did at that
moment.  I knew I couldn't though.

I closed my eyes a moment, then opened them again, and leaned down and
kissed him on the cheek, and said softly, "I love you so much Simon!  I
think you guys need to go be together now though, and Tom and I need to
be together too!"

"I know," he replied in a soft, somewhat sad voice.

From the looks I saw on Tom's and Ethan's faces, I know that if I had
initiated anything with Simon, that Ethan would've slid his rod between
Tom's legs, and I'm sure Tom would've reached behind him, nestled the tip
of Ethan's dick against his anus, and then pressed downward, impaling
himself on the boy's manhood!

As I crawled off Simon, I realized that as much as Tom and I enjoyed our
extremely intimate closeness with our boys, I knew that as the two of
them grew older, our "snuggle times" were fast going to have to come to
an end, as the time would come, if we didn't stop allowing them to crawl
into bed with us, that we could slip and take that irreversible step, and
end up with a problem like we'd had when the boys attacked us not that
long ago.

As Simon got up, I saw that he had a drop of precum glistening on the tip
of his dick.  Ethan did too, as did both Tom and I as well.

"You guys have fun!" Tom said.

"You too," Simon said, reaching for Ethan's hand.

Ethan grinned and side-stepped so that Simon's hand was right in front of
his dick.

Simon grinned and reached under Ethan's dick and grabbed him by the
balls.

"AAAAhhhh!!!" Ethan cried, cringing.

"Oh stop!  I'm not squeezing at all!" Simon said, smirking.

"But you might squeeze all the juice out of them too early!" Ethan cried,
grinning.

A moment later his eyeballs bulged, as Simon did squeeze his testicles a
little.

"Stop!  Really!" Ethan gasped.

"You wuss!" Simon said, smiling and releasing Ethan's scrotum.

"Let's see how you like it!" Ethan cried, lunging for Simon.

"BOYS!" I said sharply.  "Both of you leave each other's nutsacks alone,
unless you're making gentle love to them!"

Both of them, and Tom too, burst out laughing then.

"Go!" I said, as the laughter died down.

"G'night!" Simon said, smiling, and headed for the door.

"Don't do anything we wouldn't do!" Ethan added, following him.

"Well that leaves things wide open for us!" Tom said chuckling.

We all laughed again as the boys exited the room, closing the door behind
them.

                  *                       *                       *

"Wow!" Tom said, when we were alone.  "That was a steamy 'snuggle time'!"

"Yeah!" I said.  "A bit too steamy!"

"I have to agree," Tom said.  "For a minute there, I wondered if we were
going to get ourselves into trouble."

"Believe me," I said.  "It almost happened.  The dangerous thing is, I
think all four of us wanted it too, even though we know it'd be wrong!"

"I know," Tom said.

"We're gonna either have to tone down our 'snuggle time' with them, or
cut it out altogether!" I said.

Tom looked worried, and said, "I think they need to be close to us.
Especially Simon.  I'd really like to see it continue."

"Well, I would too, but you didn't see the look of desire in Simon's
eyes," I said.

"No, but I saw it in Ethan's!" he said.

"Yeah, and I saw it in your's too," I said.

Instantly Tom looked guilty.

"Relax, I'm sure my eyes had the same expression in them," I said.

"So... how do we deal with it?" Tom asked.

I thought a minute, then said, "I think we should talk to them again, and
reiterate our stand on our not getting sexual with them, and see if they
can agree to keep our intimate times a little less sexual."

"OK," Tom said.  "Sounds good.  I'm sure they'll listen."

"We'll see," I said.  "If things don't simmer down though, I think we'll
have to bann them from our bed."

"OK," Tom said.  "Umm... how about we drop the subject for now though,
and you and me get intimate?"

I grinned and rolled over toward him.

"Sounds good to me!" I said.

A couple minutes later, I'd lubed up and was sliding my cock in and out
of Tom's rectum.

               *                     *                     *

Things had gone almost exactly the same in Simon's room.  As soon as
they'd closed their door, Simon told Ethan he thought maybe I was mad at
him.  Ethan assured him that I wasn't, or I'd have said something right
then.  They talked about the situation a little, and agreed that as much
as they both might be attracted to us, and want to make love to us, that
they'd best back down, so that we didn't get upset about it.

"I hope Greg doesn't stop our 'snuggle time'!" Simon said, worriedly.

"He won't!  But... if he tries, we'll promise to be good if he doesn't,"
Ethan said.  "He likes our time together too you know!"

"True!" Simon said.  "OHHH!!!" he gasped as Ethan leaned in and lassoed
his cock with his mouth.

"I guess discussion time's over!" he gasped as Ethan slid his mouth over
the entire length of his rod.  "Aaawwww..." he moaned happily then.

                 *                     *                      *

The next morning when the boys joined Tom and I at the kitchen table for
breakfast they were very quiet.  I noticed they kept casting guilty looks
at one another.

"I think we need to talk about last night," I said, looking at them.

Simon and Ethan flashed concerned, worried glances at each other, then
looked guiltily at us.  Neither spoke.  Because of the history of what
had happened before, Tom sat quietly, letting me take the lead.

"See, this, this silent discomfort, is one of the reasons we need to not
let things go any further than they did last night," I said.  "In fact,
they actually went a little further than they should have last night."

None of them spoke, so I added "By letting things go as far as we did, we
all feel guilty, and uncomfortable around one another."

Ethan squirmed a little, and looked like he wanted to say something.

"What are you thinking Ethan?" I asked.

Ethan looked really uncomfortable.

"I can tell you wanted to say something.  So, regardless of what it is,
say it.  We need to talk openly about this," I said.

He looked guiltily at me a moment, then said, "Well, I doubt you'll like
this idea, but... maybe if we weren't so scared to just let things
happen, and do everything we all seem to want to do with each other, we
wouldn't have the guilty, uncomfortable feelings we have!"

I smiled at Ethan.  He looked confused but gave me a small, hopeful
smile.

"I won't deny that last night I really wanted to go all the way, just
like you guys did, and Tom too," I said.

Ethan's smile broadened as I paused for a moment, but faded quickly as I
continued.

"But...," I said, "if we had allowed that to happen, there are too many
consequences that we'd all be facing this morning!  And they're not
situations we'd want to be in.  Right now, we're just all feeling a
little uncomfortable and guilty about things.  We're all still certain of
our feelings for one another though.  At least I hope we are.  You all
need to know that I still love each one of you very much!  Nothing's
changed about my feelings for you because of what we almost did!"

I saw a small, somewhat relieved smile form on Simon's face.  Ethan
noticed too, and the left corner of his mouth raised up a little too.

"If we'd gone all the way last night, we'd be sitting here, uncertain
about our feelings for one another," I said.  "Tom and I would be
wondering if we really wanted to be in the exclusive relationship we're
in.  You guys would be wondering about your relationship the same way.
Then there'd be the complications of Simon wondering which one of you Tom
or I liked better, and maybe you being jealous about Simon having so much
fun with one of us, or a myriad of other thoughts and feelings, that we
really wouldn't want to talk about with each other, for fear of hurting
someone!  The worst thing I think would be that Simon's and my father-son
relationship would be compromised.  And Ethan, you and Tom seem to have a
similar, if not quite as strong bond.  I think it would suffer as well if
you and Tom had taken it any further.  We all remember how we felt when
things got out of hand not too long ago, when you guys attacked Tom, then
me, and we both let you.  I won't deny that whay you guys did to us felt
incredible, and yes, I know it also expressed your love for us, but...
it's the wrong kind of love for a son to express for his Dad, and in the
end it'd just completely undermine the relationship.  I can't speak for
certain for you and Tom really, but I can say that I think Simon and I
don't want our relationship to be jeapordized in any way.  Simon's a
little younger than you Ethan, and he's been through the loss of his
family.  He's been all alone, and needs an adult in his life who he can
trust, and go to with any and all his problems.  You've got your mother,
and also haven't suffered the abuses Simon has.  Given that and your age,
you might come through adding sexuality to our relationship alright.
Simon might not come through unscathed though.  I'm not willing to take a
chance with his feelings and emotional stability!  I love him like he was
my own son, and I don't want anything to ruin that, or even threaten it
in anyway.  I believe Simon feels that way too.  So... do you see why I
feel the way I do about Tom and I taking things any further with you?"

Ethan looked guiltily at me for a moment, but then, lowered his eyes and
said, "Yeah, I get it!"

I reached over and lifted Ethan's chin so he was looking at me.

"I love you like a son too Ethan! And even though I think you might come
through it better if we went further, I'm really not willing to rish
ruining our relationship either!  And I think Tom probably would agree,
that he wouldn't want anything to ruin things betwee you two either!" I
said, smiling at him.

Ethan smiled slightly, and nodded.

Tom who'd said nothing thus far looked at the boys and said, "I feel
exactly the same way Greg does about you guys!  I don't want anything to
screw up what a great life we all have together either!  We both love
both of you, and neither one of us is mad at either of you!  We're not
even disappointed in you.  If anything, we're disappointed in ourselves,
hence our own guilty feelings, for letting things go so far last night.
I'm sorry I did.   I'm sure Greg is too.  We never meant for anything to
happen that would make you guys worry about things between us!"

Both Ethan and Simon were smiling a little then.

"OK," I said.  "I think we've beaten this subject into the ground now.  I
think you get our point of view.  Do either of you have any questions?"

Ethan shook his head "no".

Simon furrowed his brow a little and hesitated.  As I was about to ask
him what was bothering him yet, he asked, "So... can we still come
'snuggle' with you guys?"

He looked sorrowful and guilty yet.

"You guys think you can control yourselves and not let things go as far
as they did last night, if we do?" I asked.

"Yes!" Simon answered immediately, suddenly looking hopeful.

"I guess," Ethan said.  "Although I doubt I can keep from getting hard
sometimes!"

"Hardons happen," I said.  "We know this.  I just mean, we need to not
get into positions where it makes things worse, and gets us even
hornier.  If things do get too hot, you guys need to head for your room
to take care of each other, and let me and Tom do the same in our room!"

"We can do that," Simon said, looking hopefully at Ethan.

"Yeah," Ethan said.  "We can handle it!"

Tom grinned.

"OK then, no reason to change anything at all I guess.  Just let's watch
ourselves, and keep control of things," I said.

"Yes!" Simon nearly shouted, causing Buddy, who'd been curled up in the
corner, raise his head and look at us blinking.

Ethan smiled broadly, more because of Simon's outward happiness, than our
decision I expected.

"Good!  Enough said about that!  We have to start planning a dinner party
now!" I said.

"For who?" Simon asked.

Tom and I told the boys then about Tom's sister Liz and her partner
Brenda who were moving to town, and would be there the following weekend,
and how we were having them over for dinner.  Both of them were very
enthusiastic about the upcoming festivities, and joined Tom and I in
making plans.

                    *                        *                         *

Later, as Ethan and Simon took Buddy for a walk, their thoughts wandered
back to our earlier discussion about the previous evening.

"Si... I want you to know that I love you, and I'm really committed to
you!  But... I don't want us to have any secrets.  I think you realize
I'd really like to 'be with' Tom - at least once...  Does it bother you
to know that I want to have sex with him?" Ethan asked, looking seriously
and a little anxiously at Simon.

"No," Simon said, after a moment.  "I get it.  Cause I'd really like to
do it with Greg once too!  Even though I love you and want to be just
with you otherwise.  Does it bother you?"

"Nope!" Ethan said, smiling.  "So... what is it you'd like to do most
with Greg?"

Simon grinned and blushed.

"Two things actually," he said.  "I want to suck him off till he cums and
drink all his jizz.  And I really would like to feel him slide that huge
dick of his all the way up inside me, then fuck me till we both came!"

"Damn!" Ethan exclaimed.  "I'm getting hard just thinking about it."

"What do you want to do with Tom?" Simon asked.

Ethan grinned and said, "Well, I'd like to blow him and taste his jizz
too, but I'd really like to eat his asshole out, then give him my dick up
the ass, and fuck him till we both came!"

The two boys grinned at one another.

"So... since we can't do those things, what do we do about it?" Simon
asked.

Ethan thought a moment, then grinned and said, "Guess you and me have to
do those things to each other instead!"

"Cool!" Simon cried, laughing.

"Those guys have no idea what great sex they're gonna be missing though!"
Ethan added, smiling evily and waggling his eyebrows up and down.

Simon laughed hysterically then.

"C'mon, let's go get to it!" he said, when he'd calmed down.

Grinning, Ethan did an about face, and the two of them, and Buddy headed
back to the apartment.

                  *                      *                      *

The following Friday afternoon, the four of us were all bustling about
the apartment, putting the finishing touches on things, when the doorbell
rang.  As the boys and I quickly finished wiping down the counter and
putting some dishes in the dishwasher, Tom and Buddy went to answer it.

Elizabeth McGrath was a vivacious, short, blond, female version of Tom,
who we all loved immediately!  It was obvious to us all too how much Tom
loved, and had missed his sister.  He was fairly glowing all evening.

Brenda Martin, Liz's partner, who preferred to be call "Bren", was a
taller, more reserved brunette, who it seemed to take a little time to
warm up to.  In fact, by the end of the evening, I wasn't positive one
way or another if I really liked her.  She seemed rather opinionated, and
set in her ways.  I really didn't understand what Liz saw in her,
although, if you liked girls, I had to admit, Bren had quite the nice
body!

Despite Bren's initial coolness, the evening was very enjoyable, and we
all had a great time.  Tom was elated when they announced that they were
definitely moving to town, and soon too!

Everyone enjoyed the grilled swordfish I'd made, and all the side dishes,
horsdeouvres and desserts Tom and the boys had made.  We ate, drank wine,
and lingered over Tom's Tiramisu for some time.  Then we cleared the
table and played team Pictionary.  Tom & I faced off against Simon &
Ethan, and Liz & Bren.  In the end, it was a close game, but Liz & Bren
won, much to the boys' chagrin.

When the game was over, Simon and Ethan excused themselves and said
good-night, then headed hand in hand down the hallway together toward
Simon's room.

"They're special boys!" Liz said, watching them as they walked away.

"We think so," I said, grinning.

"Tom told us their stories," Bren said.  "They're very lucky to have
found you guys!"

"Thanks," I said, suddenly warming up to her a bit more than I had so
far.

"It's like they're your own sons," Liz said.

"Yes it is!" Tom said.

"That's the one thing about being gay that I miss," Liz said.  "Having
kids!"

"Well... you could have them if you wanted to," Tom said.

"We actually looked into adopting," Bren said, "but they didn't seem so
receptive to lesbian couples."

"I'm sorry about that," Tom said.

"You could have your own baby," I said.

"You mean, one of us getting artificially inseminated?" Liz asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"We've discussed it, but... it's a rather expensive process, and there's
no real guarantee it'll work!" she said.

"Well... we've got each other," Bren said.

"True," Liz said, smiling.  I thought her smile looked rather sad though.

The subject changed then, and we talked about housing in the area.

Eventually, it got late, and Tom suggested they head back to his place,
where they were staying.

"Are you sure we're not putting you out?" Liz asked.

"Hell no!" Tom said, "You take my bed, and I'll sleep on the couch!"

"Or..." Liz said, grinning devilishly at me, "we could go to your place
and use your bed, and you could stay here with Greg!"

Tom grinned and said, "Actually, that's a thought!"

"I think that'd work well!" I said, as I felt my dick beginning to
stiffen.  "And... we could all sleep in - or whatever - in the morning,
then you guys could come back here for brunch afterward!"

"hmmm..." Liz said grinning.  "That 'whatever' tomorrow morning before
brunch sounds nice!"

"I thought you'd like that,' I said, grinning.

All four of us stood smiling at each other for a moment, then Tom quickly
removed his apartment key from his keyring and gave it to Liz.  Then, he
gave them directions to his place, and they left.

"We can finish picking up in the morning!" I said.  "C'mon and let's get
to that 'whatever' already!"

"Oh yeah!" Tom said, cupping my ass and giving me a squeeze.

Grinning, we headed to our room.  From down the hall, we could hear the
sounds of the boys sharing what must've been a rather passionate, mutual
orgasm.  Their joyous exclamations caused both of our dicks to finish
becoming fully hard.  Grinning at one another we hurried into our room
and shut the door.

                    *                         *                        *

The following week was Eric's trial.  Both Tom and I were scheduled to
testify.  Both the prosecution and the defense were a little nervous
about my testimony.  The defense attorneys were worried, because I was a
teacher at the school, and had been directly involved in the situation.
They thought I'd be loyal to the school.  The prosecution was nervous
because they knew I had formed a personal relationship with the
defendant, and was sympathetic to him.  Nobody realized that Tom was
sympathetic toward Eric as well, or the prosecutors would've been very
nervous!

Neither of us had to appear at court until the day we were to be called
as witnesses.  It took two days for a jury to be seated, then, the
following day, Wednesday, the prosecution stated their case.  Both Tom
and I were called.

That evening, Tom was upset, because, although he'd answered the
questions he was asked truthfully, he felt he sounded hostile toward
Eric.  I felt the same way too.

The next day we were both called again - this time by the defense!  That
evening, we felt that our testimony had gone much better for Eric.

The following day, Friday, both sides gave their closing arguments, then
the jury went to deliberate.  Tom and I had both taken the day off to
attend.  Shortly before we thought they were going to give up for the
afternoon and go to supper, the jury returned.  They acquitted Eric of
all the charges of assault and attempted murder, but found him guilty of
illegally bringing a gun onto school property, and wreckless
endangerment.  Tom and I were elate that the verdicts went as the did.

The following week, the judge sentenced Eric.  Because of his young age,
and his emotional problems, the judge recommended continued
hospitalization for as long as his doctors thought it necessary.
Afterward Eric would be placed on probation until he became 21.  He would
also be required to do some "meaningful" community service, once his
doctors thought he was up to it.  Finally, Eric would never be allowed to
attend public school again.  He must either be schooled at home, or in a
special private school for emotionally disturbed children.

After it was over, Tom and I were able to speak with Eric and his parents
a few minutes.  Eric seemed ambivalent about his sentence, but his
parents were very happy it was no worse.  The school board seemed
satisfied as well.

The best news was that Mr. Braden had gotten a psychologist for himself.
And, it seemed he was making a concerted effort to be a kind and loving
father.  Eric told me that his father had visited him, and apologized to
him for being such an asshole.  He'd actually told Eric he loved him and
was proud of him for the good progress he seemed to be making again.
Eric seemed a bit better again.  He told me that he wasn't suicidal
anymore, and that he thought the therapy he was receiving was helping him
to feel better.  That and his father's new attitude.  Tom and I told him
we were very happy for him.

                 *                      *                       *

That evening, since Tom and I were so elated by the results of the trial,
and Eric's new outlook on life, we cooked a celebratory dinner of grilled
cheeseburgers and fries.  When the boys came home and we told them what
had happened they shouted and hollered, and jumped all over each other,
clapping each other on the back!

As we sat around the table eating, Simon said, "So... after this week,
school's out.  Do we have any plans for the summer?"

"Nope!" I said.  "What kind of vacation would you guys like to take?"

"Can we go camping?" Ethan piped up rather quickly.

"Yeah!" Simon said enthusiastically as well.

"That's what you guys want to do most?" Tom asked.

"I never got to go camping with my Dad," Ethan said.  "I've always
thought that it would've been fun!"

"It is!" Simon cried.  "My Dad took me a couple times before he died."

I looked at Tom.  He was grinning.

"I know just the place to go too!" he said.

"Where?" Simon, Ethan, and I all asked at once.

Tom laughed, then said, "there's a camp ground I used to go to over in
Massachusetts, on Quabbin Reservoir.  It was a lot of fun!  We can tent,
and hike, and swim, and fish, and boat, and all kinds of stuff!"

"Cool!" Simon cried.

"Let's go there then," Ethan said, grinning.

"OK with me," I said.

"I'll look into it then," Tom said.

The rest of the night was spent talking about and planning our camping
trip.  By bed time, Tom had checked some websites, and made a couple of
calls, and we were booked.  We'd be going the week after Ethan's
graduation, which was only two weeks away!

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