Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2016 07:20:20 +0200
From: Fourier
Subject: A New Kind Of Family

Andrew cherished these moments. Never did he take any of them for granted.
He would have never pictured himself in a situation like this. Never would
he have dreamed he'd be tucked into a snug embrace of a married man and
father, or he himself married to a woman who loved him far more than he
cared about her. But here he was, taking the little time he had with the
man he loved, and who loved him in return.

Only this time, they weren't alone. James had this notion of them being
able to play happy families, just them and James's two boys. It's a nice
dream, Andrew admitted it. But it was temporary. Yet he'd resigned himself
to temporary when he first allowed himself to go there with James. Only
their temporary had turned into a three-year love affair that showed no
signs of dissipating, thank God.

"You're looking far too contemplative on a Saturday morning." James ran a
lazy hand through his spikey black hair and smiled down at him from his
mountain of pillows. Andrew stretched out over James's lower half and
snuggled deeper into him, relishing the few more minutes they had before
Andrew had to skulk back to his own room before the boys woke up.

"Just thinking."

"Yeah?" James put the tablet down he'd been flipping through with gusto and
scooched down, pulling Andrew deeper into him. It was easy to become
intoxicated with the smell that is James mixed with their evidence of
nightlong lovemaking, and Andrew savored every second of it.

"What you thinking about?"

"What I'm going to feed the three men in my life for breakfast and lunch."

"That's right. You know I love food. But you were thinking of something
other than today's menu, weren't you?"

How could someone know you inside out? The power of a look can pierce
through armor no one else even knew existed. He looked into loving eyes,
warm eyes that were at peace with the knowledge that every person he cared
about was at that moment taken care of and okay. It was those damn eyes
that had tripped Andrew up at the start, and had held him captive ever
since.

"You know I can't lie to you."

"Damn straight. So out with it."

"I was trying to live outside of the moment again, I'm sorry."

James bent forward and pecked a soft kiss on his forehead, scratching
Andrew's head with his morning stubble.

"You don't apologize for anything. But you're right, no need to think about
anything else other than what we have right here. Right?"

"Right." Andrew returned the kiss, only it was filled with a lot more
passion than the gentle kiss he'd received, and it held the promise of much
more to come. When he pulled away he rested his head on James's taught
stomach again, and wrapped his thigh over James's lower legs.

"I guess I'm...dunno. Guess it's just having the boys here. It's our bubble,
our safe space. Having them here just reminds me of our life outside of
here. Of Jenna waiting for you at home, of Elizabeth waiting for me...I'm
being silly again, I'll try and switch off and be in the moment."

"Hey." James kissed the crown on Andrew's head, but didn't move away.
Instead he pushed his face deeper into Andrew's hair, breathing him in
slowly. It was comfort embodied in an intimate act and it sent shivers down
his spine.

Speaking into Andrew's hair, James continued, "Don't dismiss your feelings
like that. Ever. Okay?"

Andrew nodded, not speaking. They remained like that for a while longer,
until the sound of a flushing toilet poured a bucket of cold water over
their intimate embrace. Andrew shot up, wiping a hand over his sleepy face.
James looked far more relaxed and effortlessly masculine and sexy in his
spot. Andrew scowled at him. He shuffled into his boxers and moved to the
bedroom door, slowly peeking to see if the coast was clear.

The last thing they needed was either of the boys seeing Andrew slip out of
their father's bedroom first thing in the morning. How would they explain
to them to keep *that* from their mother?

All the while as Andrew did the stressing on both their parts, James just
laid on the bed laughing at his efforts to go undetected. It was in James's
nature to be laidback. Andrew's penchant for looking at the world through
realistic, pragmatic eyes were the perfect counterbalance to James's
happy-go-lucky outlook. He kept them both going with his serious nature
while James kept him young, and they both knew it.

Coast clear.

He slipped out the room and walked past Brian's room, James's youngest at 8
years, then passed the hall bathroom before past Jamie, James's oldest at
10. Both brothers were carbon printouts of their father, the dark, straight
hair and the blush skin tone, and they loved each other fiercely, even
though at times they really put that theory to the test with their epic
fights.

Walking into the third spare room, Andrew ruffled the bedspread and punched
the pillows to make it seem slept in, then fetched clean underwear and his
towel. Ordinarily on guys' getaways like these he'd never have to shower
alone. But seeing as James had had the idea of bringing Jamie and Brian
along on the long weekend, he didn't anticipate any sexy shower time this
trip.

Standing under a hot jetty of water pelting down on his back, Andrew let
the water wash away the sweat and cum from his back and ass from the night
before. There was only one man that could get him worked up into such a
frenzy, and he was probably playing with his balls right now or snoring
again down the hall. The thought of either brought up endearing images in
Andrew's mind. He loved James, loved him more than he thought he'd ever
allow himself to love anyone.

If they could've met before they'd gotten married...he stopped himself going
down that route. It was pointless. The reality was there were marriages
involved, families, kids. Try as James might to convince Andrew to leave
the outside world outside when they had these short-lived reprieves from
reality, he found it difficult when evidence of their real lives were
sleeping down the hall from them.

Drying off, he caught a whiff of fried bacon wafting into the bathroom.
Wonders never ceased! Whipping the door open, Andrew pulled the towel
tighter around his waist and walked into down the hall quietly, stopping
just out of sight of the kitchen's entrance. There, standing on a step was
Brian, studiously flipping bacon pieces with such care and concentration
while his father stood behind him, ready to intervene the moment it might
become necessary. It was a tender moment between dad and son, and it was
beautiful.

Brian's chest swelled a little bit more every time James atta boy'ed him,
or praised his flipping technique, and James kept his hands rested on
Brian's shoulders, shielding him from the world.

It was quite a sight, his lover standing bare chested behind a mini version
of himself who also stood bare chested in Cars pajama bottoms.

"I knew it was too good to be true."

Both guys turned to him at the same time, Brian smiling goofily at the
sense that he's the center of attention, which of course he was. He
couldn't help but be everywhere he was.

"Knew what?" James demanded over an equally goofy grin.

"Thought for a moment your dad was doing breakfast for us, but he roped in
child labor!"

"That's right," Jamie said from somewhere behind, look decidedly less
impressed with his assigned duty of squeezing oranges. The boy was covered
from palms to elbows in orange stickiness and there seemed to be more juice
around the container than inside it. Walking over, Andrew ran a hand
through the soft mod grunge hairstyle, a heavily textured, round-shape cut
that softened Jamie's strong and angular facial features. A style that
suited the boy really well.

"Your efforts are admirable." Andrew laughed at the setting scowl on
Jamie's handsome face. "Why don't you jump in the shower and I'll finish
this?"

Just like that the scowl was replaced by abject relief as Jamie shot up
before James could intervene and order him to finish what he started. As if
the situation could pass James's keen observation. He shook his head in a
you-spoil-them kind of way, and Andrew beamed a smile back at him that said
it's a stepdad's prerogative to do so.

He quickly took care of the fresh orange juice, all the while taking in
James's tight ass under his flimsy pajama shorts contracting with the
muscles in his back as he bent over his son, helping Brian lay out more
rashers and scooping up the crispy pieces that were done.

Andrew had a full vision in his mind of what was underneath that pajama
shorts. He licked his tongue, which was still sensitive from the previous
night's marathon rimming session. It was all he could do not to wet his
finger and walk up behind James and delve it down his crack and slip it
inside him while he was bent over his son. He would have done it too, if
James let him anywhere near his ass, ever. Which was off limits, always had
been, despite Andrew's case that a fine ass like that could not go through
life without ever experiencing the fullness of a big dick. But alas, the
closest Andrew would probably ever get to that hole was with his tongue. It
was more than he ever thought he would be allowed to enjoy when he'd met
James at his father's law firm four years ago as a lowly associate.

That year of working together with the senior partner's son and not acting
on the intensifying sexual undertones of their professional relationship
had been hell, for both of them he'd learned later. Nope, he was quite
satisfied to offer his ass up to this man any and every time he wanted
Andrew to drop `em and spread `em. You didn't find a quality dick like that
around every corner, and you certainly didn't get it attached to a quality
man like James.

With the bacon done, juice squeezed and Jamie showered, Andrew excused
himself to quickly get dressed and then joined his main guys around the
table for a hearty breakfast of toast and bacon. Okay so the breakfast
lacked some of the essentials that would qualify it as breakfast, but the
congenial air was there. They were a family in their own way, and it was
moments like these, sitting around the table and sharing plans for the day
and making memories that would stay with Andrew forever.

The day was spent at the beach house. It was decided to leave all the
awesome adventures for the rest of the trip for Sunday and Monday before
they headed back last Monday evening, and just spend the day unwinding and
taking a load off. They would enjoy the private beach, do a barbecue for
lunch on the porch and spend the evening around a bonfire on the beach
telling ghost stories or listening to James play country songs with his
guitar. It was set to be a great day, but a day that would change the lives
of all four guys forever.

It was times like these that Andrew took on the cloak of mother. Or just
the role of responsible adult. It wasn't something he aspired to, but with
three airheads under his charge, if he didn't look after them they'd all be
out cold by midday by way of their natural dumbassery. So he layered all
three of his men under thick coats of sunscreen to ward off the unforgiving
sun and packed a bunch of cold waters and sodas to keep everyone hydrated
so that they didn't have to trek back up to the house and get beach sand
everywhere that he'd have to end up cleaning...

He packed clean towels, dry clothes, James's tablet and a book for himself.
Rummaging through the boys' drawers for dry underwear, Andrew let himself
stand still for a minute and do what James always told him to do – live in
the moment. He picked up Jamie's briefs and held them between his hands.
Could anyone fit into something so small? It fit Jamie's waist snuggly,
he'd bet, but the dark blue briefs looked tiny in his hands. The plain blue
underwear was a contrast to his brother's Disney themed briefs. Brian still
enjoyed wearing characters on his clothes, while Jamie was well and truly
over that phase.

Picking up Brian's briefs, he stretched it in his hand to see how far it
would go. Not far. It was even smaller than Jamie's, and the Little
Mermaid's Prince Eric contorted grotesquely, stretching the entire length
of the underwear and burying Ariel's face completely. Eric's gleaming white
teeth seemed to open up in the perfect `O' and for a moment Andrew allowed
himself to imagine that mouth being so close to Brian...

"Are we ever going to get to the beach today?" James popped his head into
the room, smiling at him in mock exasperation.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Andrew threw all the clothes in the duffel bag
and joined the exodus down to the beach, distributing beach chairs, towels
and the cooler bag between all the empty arms leading the charge to the
perfect surf.



*****



The day was spent in relative peace, save for a few decidedly unfriendly
skirmishes between Brian and Jamie who seemed to forget the concept of
sharing as they held a fierce water battle in the surf over who got to play
with the bigger surfboard. Jamie insisted he got first dibs at it because,
well, he was bigger, and Brian had his own board. Brian insisted he get
preferential use as his board was, well, smaller. Great logic there.
However, the persuasion behind their arguments were so powerful that it was
clear they were heirs to Boston's brightest and most powerful legal family,
and their lawyer blood shone through. It was difficult deciding whose side
to take as they both made very compelling arguments. Luckily, Andrew was
saved from choosing sides by James getting up and taking away both their
surfboards in his stance of brooking no further argument.

Both boys knew they were shit out of luck for the rest of the day and gave
one more longing look at their stationary boards drying on the sand next to
us, before carrying on playing with their myriad of other expensive toys
and playthings that Andrew would've killed for to have at their age.

"You're wearing that just to get to me, aren't you?"

"Say what now?"

"That's right. You know there's no way I'd let you get with me during the
day because of, well, you know. So you're wearing that tight Speedo just to
make me hot for you."

"Baby, you were born hot for me, come on."

"Granted, but you're still a prick."

James smiled his lame goofy grin that was all teeth and sparkling eyes.
"I'm your prick."

"Fuck off." Andrew dunked his eyes behind his book, but couldn't help
smiling. Yes, he was, at least for two days more.

Some time later the boys had quieted down, Jamie playing quietly in the
shallow surf with their neighbor's older daughter while Brian built
sandcastles a few feet away from their makeshift beach camp. A soft snore
tore through the air and Andrew scraped tired eyes over the fit body of the
man that took a piece of his heart out of his chest every time he looked at
him. Scoffing, he shook his head as he opened up the beach umbrella and
positioned the shade over James's exposed chest. Left to his own devices,
the dumbass would fall asleep under the sun and wake up four hours later
burned to a crisp and then where would they be? Andrew already knew how big
of a baby James turned into at the slightest little cold, thanks to
Elizabeth spilling all the beans of her and Jenna's bitching sessions about
the husbands. He mused at times about what Jenna had all relayed to James
about him? Point is, he didn't relish the prospect of taking care of a
sunburned big baby for the rest of their long weekend getaway. He'd much
rather mount that baby and ride him into oblivion than apply ointment and
soothing drapes all weekend long.

Once the umbrella was up and sleeping beauty was safe from the ray's
stings, Andrew settled back on his spot and watched the boys play. They
were truly beautiful. So full of life and healthy, they were fireballs of
energy that never seemed to dissipate. So much of their father was clearly
evident not only in their DNA, but also in their personalities. James's
fierce loyalty, compassion and boyish foolishness shone through both of
them. Yet they were distinct in their own right.

Jamie was far more analytical than his father ever could be, and where
James used his unnatural intelligence and high IQ to make up for his lack
of analytical thinking, Jamie had the best of both. He had his father's
intelligence and his mother's calculative personality that helped her trap
a great prospect into a marriage of convenience after making sure she got
herself pregnant the moment it wouldn't look too suspicious. The result
being that she was set for life, no matter how miserable she made her
husband, or whatever happened in life.

Brian, on the other hand, was his dad's kid through and through. He was
goofy and gimpy and just *happy*. A happy kid, with the mind of a genius
and the heart of a guy who could empathize with anyone. He'd make someone a
great companion one day. Sweeping his eyes over the kids, he smiled at the
way they interacted with the world. Brian was hard at work building an
empire of sandcastles to get a moment's regard from his older brother, who
would only pat him on the head if he's lucky, before diving into the heap
of sand and pulling him along with him to lessen the sting of reducing his
hours of hard work to nothing more than pile of sand. They'd both roll
around the moist sand screeching in delight for a few minutes, pulling and
gripping and squeezing each other before running into the water to wash off
the stingy sand. Andrew adjusted his center, and was glad he'd opted for
the baggy swim trunks instead of an equally unforgiving swimsuit as James
had chosen.

While the boys would be rolling around the sand, some sand was bound to get
stuck in uncomfortable places. He allowed his mind to drift, something he
didn't often permitted, as he watched the brothers play. Jamie was
beautiful. There was no doubt at all that he would some day be a real
heartbreaker.

His full lips wrapped around a mouthful of strong, healthy teeth, and thick
lashes framed his lively eyes. The red of his lips were perfectly offset by
his darker Italian skin tone, and it just made the white of his eyes and
his gleaming teeth shine brighter. But what really caught Andrew's
attention was Jamie's center. Was it just him or had the boy really put out
recently? The tight swim trunks had obviously not been upgraded recently to
allow for his obvious growth spurt, and it looked as if Jamie's junk was
taking strain keeping inside. Jamie, bless him, was totally oblivious to
his bulging junk and but for a now-and-then tug and adjustment down there,
he didn't let it make him self-conscious.

That tug and pull only amplified an already meaty Italian butt as the
material stretched to accommodate the large bulge up front by taking away
more material around the tight, bubbly butt that it struggled to conceal.
The skin leading up to Jamie's thighs were decidedly creamier than the rest
of his Italian body that came into frequent contact with the sun. It was
the trail that Andrew followed in his mind as he eyed the darker calves and
followed that trail up the smooth, creamy skin that eventually disappeared
behind the stretched-to-within-an-inch-of-its-life swim trunks.

What would that ass look like outside of the trunks? Would there be a
small, pink, untouched asshole puckered against all the many invasions that
have imagined itself between Jamie's thighs already? And of that Andrew had
no doubt. Both men and women had probably looked at Jamie already and
imagined what they could come up with with only a half an hour alone with
him. He had that type of effect on people.

Jamie tackled Brian in the surf, and they both hit the water in a fit of
giggles. They rolled around the retracting water and rolled back into the
sea, both vying for dominance in a struggle of supremacy, neither willing
to give. Just before another massive wave hit them, Brian was able to get
up and declare himself the victor, only for Jamie to grab at his midriff.
He wrapped his hand around Brian's shorts and pulled down, desperate for
leverage. Instead of pulling his brother over, Jamie merely pulled the
material down to expose a smooth, creamy colored center with a small stick
for a dick poking out.

Andrew was dumbfounded for a moment. Seeing the hairless, smooth center of
a kid's ass he'd watched countless times sway up and down past him was such
a contrast to James's hairy crotch. In fact, it couldn't be more different.
James didn't like trimming, but demanded that Andrew kept his area trimmed
down and balls shaven. You had to employ a pick and shovel to get to
James's dick through his bushy pubes, but seeing a small version of James
that was so smooth, and had not a single hair there without the fakeness of
a wax or other hair removal technique landed a sucker punch right in his
groins.

Damn the fact that he was so far away from the boys that he couldn't get a
decent enough look. That look would have to keep him, he supposed, and he
lay back on his towel, continuing to watch the boys tire themselves out.
Brian had a fine butt on him, one of the very best Andrew had seen. What
made Brian's ass even more beautiful was the fact that the kid was totally
unaware of what a sexy trunk of junk he was carrying around. However,
Andrew secretly wondered if that was always the case. Sometimes he'd catch
a glimpse of Brian walking and there would be the faintest sway in his
hips. Of course then his big butt would sway in tandem, and the jelly
mounds seemed to have a life of its own. It bounced and hopped and bounded
and leapt on its own it seemed these days, and you could bounce a penny off
it with its tautness.

Sometimes, in Andrew's most private thoughts, he wondered if James's dick
was as thick as Brian's waist. Would he split his son in two if he speared
him? Or would Brian's small and innocent asshole be able to take his
daddy's dick like the little champ he was? He'd probably never know.

A loud grumbling sound pulled Andrew out of his reverie, and he realized it
was his own belly's loud complaint. He could eat a whole pig on his own. As
if on queue, his beautiful lover stirred next to him before stretching
lazily and wiping his eyes, only to mesh it against his dark Ray-Bans.
Taking off his glasses, he squinted up at Andrew before smiling lazily.

"You were dead for the world there," Andrew said softly, fighting the
overwhelming urge to lean over and plant a wet kiss on those adorable lips.
Instead, he just reached out his hand and squeezed the hand tightly that
was offered in return.

"What are the boys up to?" James asked sleepily.

"Killing each other in the surf."

James laughed, raising his head to scan the beach for the boys. Finding
them in a bucket war and dousing each other with water, he laid back
contentedly and stretched again. "I need food."

"Sex, food and sun, and you'd be set for life." Andrew shook his head.

"You know you'd be it for me, baby."

"I'd make the food, give the sex and protect you from the sun, you mean."

"That sounds like a great life to me."

Andrew laughed. "Stop it, I can't kiss you to stop your foolishness today."
"Unless you want me to want you to want me to kiss me."

"What the fuck are you on about?" Andrew shook his head again, but took in
the sparkle of love in James's eyes, and not for the first time realized
just how damn lucky he was. "While you sort your head out, I'm going to
round up the boys so we can get that barbecue going, what do you say?"

"Sounds good to me. I need more food. And sex."

"Sex later, food now. Start packing up here," Andrew waved his hand all
over the makeshift camp then descended on the boys in the surf. Times like
these he felt like he knew what he was doing, could take care of this
family. Be a parent to the boys, a partner to James and just feel
legitimate and equal in this setup.

Heading back to the house, James herded the boys off to the outhouse to
shower outside and change into their dry clothes, obviously not relishing
the prospect of dealing with a pissed off Andrew over the wet footprints
and trailing sand in the main house. Just the thought that James was
confident that Andrew had packed the dry clothes, deodorant and towels
warmed Andrew's belly. They were like a little domesticated family, each
with their own defined roles.

James already knew Andrew took care of the details, while he took care of
the big picture. They were a great team.

By the time James had helped Jamie shower and dry off and get dressed,
Andrew was ready to light the fire. He searched for the lighter in vain,
only to resort to asking Jamie if he'd seen it. Jamie mumbled something
about seeing it in the clothes bag while getting dressed, once Andrew
succeeded in getting Jamie to lift his head from his tablet for two
seconds.

Andrew headed into the outhouse and walked in on James bent over Brian,
drying one leg before going to the other, then ruffling his hair with the
towel. For a split second, no one knew of Andrew's presence, and with the
towel over Brian's head obscuring his vision, Andrew could drink in the
little guy's complete frame without fear of being discovered. The little
dick at Brian's center was standing forward straight. It was difficult to
tell whether Brian Jr. had a boner, or if he just needed to pee or if it
just was what his dick looked like at that moment. But the balls were
turned up tight from the cool air in the room, and his creamy thighs were
held together tight. His lean, boyish belly was trimmed with the swim and
equestrian lessons he took every week, and he was beautiful.

For a moment Andrew's mind flashed with an image of seeing Brian as one of
the small colts the kid rode every week, with James with the crop in his
hand...Jesus! Why did that image burn a hole right through Andrew's jeans?

"Dad!" Jamie's voice sounded from outside. "Dad! Grandpa's on the phone."

Cursing, James dropped the towel. It was at that moment that Andrew made
his presence known, clearing his throat. James turn around and smiled.
"Hey, help Bri get dressed quick, and let me see what the old guy wants."

"Sure." Andrew returned the smile, but avoided making eye contact with
Brian as James swept out the room. Locating the duffle bag, Andrew pulled
out the damn lighter and then also took out the carefully folded outfit
he'd packed for Brian.

The little guy kept an easy eye on him, smiling and trying to catch
Andrew's eye. Andrew finally looked at the naked boy, and bent down before
him. He unwrapped the small Prince Eric underwear and told Brian to raise
his right foot.

"Did you have a good time today?"

"Yeah."

"Lucky you didn't get burned like Jamie did."

"Mom's gonna be pissed at dad. She told him not to let us get burned,"
Brian said conspiratorially.

"In all fairness, it wasn't your dad's fault. He was asleep all afternoon,
I should've made your brother top up his lotion."

Left foot.

"Jamie hates lotion, he says it's snotty and too greasy."

"Yeah, so what is the upshot of that? Now he's a grumpy old guy with a
super tan."

Brian laughed, giving him a gapped tooth smile a mile wide. For some reason
Andrew felt sad at the prospect of pulling up the underwear and hiding away
the beautiful little dick that was mere inches from his mouth. If he leaned
forward just slightly...

"Turn around for me, Bri."

Brian did as he was told without any hesitation. Andrew, for his part, just
wanted the temptation of the little guy's dick away from his mouth, but was
then presented with a perky, creamy, bubbly butt to contend with. How easy
would be be to push his face in there and just inhale the essence of Brian?
He could drown in there, quite happily never coming up for air again as he
lapped and licked and poked and tasted to his contentment.

He indulged himself to lean forward ever so slightly, taking in a deep
breath through his nose but not getting a whiff of anything other than the
stale air of the outhouse. Brian laughed, and looked over his shoulder.
Andrew returned the smile and reluctantly pulled up the underwear to cover
up the beautiful boyish butt before him. Suddenly Prince Eric's face was
stretched across two perfectly round globes.

"Turn around and raise your arms."

"I'm hungry," Brian said as Andrew sprayed deodorant under his pits then
dropped an expensive Diesel shirt over the arms. He chucked a pair of
shorts over to Brian and said, "Then we best get that fire going so we can
fix our barbecue lunch, what do you say?"

"Yes!"

"So go!" Andrew shooed him out the door, watching as the little butt
bounced up and down as Brian ran the length to the house, the little butt
that only moments ago were inches from his mouth.



*****



The boys had settled down in post beach euphoria and were completely lost
in their own little worlds, playing against each other with a group game on
their tablets. James stood next to Andrew, sipping his beer and staring
blankly into the fire. Andrew cursed his boss for a second, wondering what
could have been so important to phone his son on his rare off weekend.

"You might as well tell me what the call was about, maybe I can provide
some perspective. Is it the Hannity case?"

James shook himself out of his reverie. "Nah, it wasn't. And no, I won't.
No work, I promised. It wasn't anything that can't wait until Tuesday."

"So why'd he phone you then?"

"You know him," was all answer James gave, and all the answer Andrew would
get.

"How long till the food's ready?" Brian whined from the porch.

"When it's ready," James called back. "And I'm watching you, stay away from
the potato chips."

Andrew had to laugh. James was a real dad through and through.

"They had such a great day, thanks baby."

"I didn't do anything."

"You did everything. Everything I always take for granted, but you know I
see what you do for us. So thank you." James smiled warmly, and Andrew had
no doubt he'd have gotten a hot kiss if they were alone. He'd take that
kiss later. He'd make sure to remember to.

"Anything for my main guys," Andrew smiled, returning the warm smile with a
hint of something hotter to come later.

James lifted the bottle to his lips and winked.

The boys had caught a second wind and had swapped battling each other
online for battling each other in real life. They were roughhousing on the
shag carpet leading into the kitchen, their thuds hard against the wooden
porch. When the boys played like this, all sweaty and out of breath, Andrew
couldn't help but let his mind drift and imagine how their tight underwear
must smell with their little boy sweat permeating it in their most intimate
places. It would stretch over their little boyish bubble butts and really
get up between the crack, absorbing their boyishness and becoming one with
their tight, young bodies.

"You look a million miles away again," James said as he flipped a steak on
the grill. "And don't bullshit me, man. I know you inside out. So out with
it."

"I don't know if I can talk to you about it," he said honestly. He pulled
his eyes away from the boys on the porch and eyed the grilling meat, all
appetite in him suddenly gone.

"Hey," James said. He took hold of Andrew's arm and pulled him closer.
"Talk to me. I'm right here."

Andrew smiled, keeping his eyes on the hot coals and grilling meat. "Thanks
baby, I know. I just don't think I can ever talk to you about this specific
thing though. Is that okay?" Andrew lifted his gaze to the scrutiny he knew
was waiting in James's eyes. Normally he would tank under that gaze and
spill his guts, but spilling his guts now would mean that he would kiss
goodbye what he had right now while just contemplating what he didn't.

"Owwwww!"

"You big baby!" Jamie yelled from the porch.

"Fuck you!"

"Boys!" James let go of his arm and marched up to the boys, pulling them
apart.

Andrew flipped the burgers and steaks, asking himself why he was on the
verge of tears. He had a great life, a great man. So why was he biting back
tears looking at that great man pulling apart two beautiful boys?

Man up, bitch.

James delivered a stinging blow to each butt, to a collected chorus of
swallowed gasps and hanging heads, both boys clutching their pinched asses.
It was quiet for a moment, until James had reached him again and the boys
were back to playing like nothing had happened.

"I am telling you now that there are no secrets between us. There are
enough secrets and masks we have to wear in our every day lives," James
said, looking sterner than his devil-may-care boyish attitude ever let him
appear. "So out with it, and I'm being serious."

"What makes you think you're entitled to every bit of me?"

"Because you have every part of me. Now enough stalling, and tell me."

This had to be one of the most severe Andrew had ever seen James before.
Not even when he had royally fucked up a client's account in his first year
at the firm, way before they had even acknowledged any sexual undertones
between them, had he seen James this worked up. And he'd been pretty pissed
about being forced to tell his dad about why four-million-dollar a year
client had packed up and moved to their biggest competition firm.

Andrew ran a hand through his hair. Was he about to fuck things up for the
rest of his life. He shot a look over at James again, who was still
studying him intently, but with a hint of the lovely guy who loved Andrew
more than he did himself under the surface.

"Will you still love me if I tell you what's on my mind?"

"Fuck sakes, Andy." James walked up behind him and stood so close to him
that their bodies pressed together tightly. From the vantage point of the
porch it would look like nothing untoward, but from where they stood it was
the most intimate stance next to actually embracing each other.

"I'm here, forever. Nothing in that over achieving mind of yours can ever
change that. Ever. Got that?" James breathed the words softly against
Andrew's neck, his lips millimeters away from touching Andrew's skin.

"Got it." He swallowed dryly and his throat clicked. "Don't look at me
while I talk, okay?"

"Fuck. Fine, I won't look at you." James moved back slightly, but his
presence still lingered.

It's now or never. Take the leap or not. There was no middle ground.

They were both standing with their backs to the house and the porch where
the boys were playing. So Andrew picked up the grill fork and started
walking over to the other side.

"Where are you going now?"

"Just follow me, please."

James followed behind, and Andrew came to a standstill on the other side of
the grill. From this vantage point, they only needed to look up to see the
boys. Andrew played for more time by throwing barbecue spice over the
chicken, thinking over his next words carefully.

"Have you ever...looked at Jamie and Bri...and...fuck." Andrew rubbed a sweaty
palm through his frizzled hair.

"And what?" James pressed softly.
"Don't think I'm this fucked up creep, okay? But...have you ever looked at
them and thought they were beautiful?"

Silence.

It was the type of silence that fell on top of your lungs, bringing with it
a thousand scalpels with sharp ends that sliced the air out of your lungs
until you suffocated and died a horrible death.

"Yeah," James said, confusion coloring his voice. "Sure, they're beautiful.
People tell us all the time. We can't go anywhere without people commenting
on how good looking our kids are."

For a split moment Andrew wondered if James had any idea what many of those
men and women really thought about his kids.
"I mean," Andrew continued eventually, "have you ever looked at Brian and
Jamie and thought...they're sexy?"

More silence. Only this time the strong, reassuring presence that had
lingered behind him all evening, all four years, were suddenly gone. Andrew
didn't have the guts to look behind him to see where James had gone, to see
the reproach and disgust in his eyes.

"They're my sons, Andrew."

There it was. The sound of love dying, of respect being replaced by
contempt. Andrew hung his head, biting back the tears that had threatened
all day.

"Look at me."

James's voice was back to the voice he knew, but not the voice that was
reserved for him. It didn't carry any scorn, but it was James's lawyer
voice, the voice he used on clients, defendants, judges and other lawyers.
Andrew had decided to see this through to the end and he would. He lifted
his head, seeing Jamie towering over Brian, his thighs on either side of
his brother and Jamie leaning forward, pinning Brian's wrists above his
head. He turned around slowly, and mustering all his courage he raised his
eyes to James's. Only James wasn't looking at him. His eyes were trained
over Andrew's shoulders to somewhere in the distance, and Andrew had an
idea where he was looking. However, James's usual casual demeanor was gone,
and in its place was a man that stood fiddling with and stressing the hem
of his shirt while his mind raced a millions miles a second.

Eventually, James returned his stare to Andrew and eyed him silently, not
giving anything away.

"Will you say something, please? You made me share, I didn't want to," he
accused childishly in a sullen effort to get a reaction from James.

Again James pulled his eyes away and stared off into the distance,
something pulling on his emotions quite obviously as James's top lip
twitched and his eyes narrowed. He wiped a hand over his face and breathed
heavily.

The goddamn meat was starting to make a ruckus with their juices, and it
would soon dry out and burn so Andrew turned around scooped each piece into
a barbecue bowl, then put the lid on it. The boys were back to playing on
their tablets in the dusk, leaning over each other to press something on
each other's screens and eliciting screeches of laughter from each.

"They are sexy together, aren't they?" James said softly from behind.

Andrew lifted his head ever so slightly, unsure of what he'd just heard.
Had he heard what he thinks... "Yeah," was all he could think of saying.

"How long?"

"What?" Andrew turned around to finally look at James again. This time
there was no reproach or harshness in his eyes. His stance wasn't
defensive, in fact his eyes were pained, clouded by something akin to
aching and discomfort.

"How long have you looked at my children this way?"

"I don't know Jay," he said, using his one term of endearment that he
rarely did. "You just notice it one day. I can't tell you."

James nodded, licking his upper lip and pulling at his shirt's hem.

"Dad! We're hungry!"

"Yeah, dad! Hungry!" Brian echoed his brother.

"Hungry!"

"Let's get the boys fed and then we can continue this. Unless you'd like to
pause to eat something?"

"Are you kidding? I couldn't stomach anything right now."

James nodded and took the bowl of meat up to the house. Andrew followed
wordlessly, looking at the beautiful swaying butt of the man he loved more
than life itself, and wondering if he'd ever get to love it again.

James dished up wordlessly, the boys unduly subdued by the heavy atmosphere
in the room. They were nothing if not observant, bless them.

Giving general orders to eat their food and leave electronics alone at the
table, James opened two beers and held the screen door open, looking at the
porch. Andrew knew what was expected of him and he walked silently through
the door. Walking up behind him, James frog marched Andrew down the porch
to where the barbecue coals still held some good heat. The frog march was
awkward and Andrew ended up with James's crotch pushing into his crack. He
laughed halfway down the path and James let out a burst of laughter too. It
was enough to break the tension and both men visibly relaxed when they
reached the relative solitude of the barbecue.

Looking up from their vantage point, Andrew was just able to make out the
two hunched figures sitting next to each other and shoving each other back
and forth between bursts of giggles. He smiled. The infectious life of
youth.

"How long?" Andrew asked. He was being brave, maybe pushing his luck a bit,
but hey, James hadn't hit his lights out yet, so maybe he was on a roll.

"Probably the last year of so. I don't know. Like you say, it creeps up on
you."

"Creep," Andrew said. "Adequate description."

"Shut up," James laughed. "I don't know what I'm feeling if I'm honest. I
just know that sometimes when I see them together, I get...that pull I do
whenever I see you."

Andrew's eyebrows shot up. "Really? Is it that strong?"

"What, like yours is only a minor tremor?"

"Touché." Andrew looked back at the two small figures in the kitchen. "Have
you ever...done anything about it?"

"Of course not!"

Fuck.

"I'm sorry."

James scratched his elbow. He breathed heavily, then continued. "Nah, I'm
sorry. It's just weird for me, talking about this shit. I never thought I'd
talk about it with-"

"With anyone," Andrew finished for him. He nodded, then extended a hand and
rubbed James's arm. "Do you think you ever will act on it?"

"How can I?" James said right away. "Even if I wanted to? How? They're
older now, they wouldn't keep quiet about it."

Andrew watched the two brothers fight again, enemies at the moment. It
would soon be something else again, best friends or co-conspirators. It
changed every two seconds.

Andrew nodded. "You're right. Especially Jamie. He's his mother's son,
alright, even though you have him your name," he laughed.

James laughed at that too.

"But Brian would be your key," Andrew said after a while.

James remained quiet for a moment, then said, "What do you mean?"
"Bri is the key to getting into their pants, is that plain enough for you?"

It was meant as funny, a funny way to break the ice and get a very
uncomfortable message across, but it wasn't funny. It was quite serious.

"Brian will keep him in line. If we...you get Bri on side, he'd keep Jamie in
line."

"You think?" James said after a while, thoughtfully rubbing his afternoon
stubble.

"Yeah. Brian loves you, he adores you, in fact. And he's the type of kid
that would do whatever the fuck you asked of him. His loyalty is as severe
as yours, even more so I suspect."

James laughed, though there was a distinct lack of humor in it. "So you
want to use that against him?"

"It's not like I'm saying we'd rape or hurt them. It could be fun for them
too."

"Fuck, what are we talking about?" James sighed heavily and moved closer to
the dying coals. The chill sending goosies all over his arms most probably
wasn't from the dropping temperatures.

"Okay look," Andrew said. "Before we discuss this any further, you need to
come to a decision. Make a decision and go with it. Either we're going to
explore this further, or we're going to never talk about this again and
just go back to the way things were. Which will it be?"

James looked pained for a moment, and genuinely torn, when he said,
"discuss further."

"Okay. Discussion remains open." He took off his jacket that he'd grabbed
before following James out earlier and hung it over James's hunched
shoulders. James tried to shimmy out of it, and Andrew clucked his tongue
at him.

"Just let me take care of you. I'm not cold at all right now anyway, if you
know what I mean."

James looked him in the eye, and smiled after a moment. He shook his head
and pulled the jacket closer to him, breathing in the collar. It was an
intimate gesture that came naturally.

"What about if we approached them with a discussion of the status of our
relationship."

Panic replaced the quiet intimacy and relaxed vibes James had been shooting
his way.

"Hear me out," Andrew said before James could interrupt him. "We talk about
our friendship, see how the water lays, then we can gauge the room and see
where that takes us?"

"Fuck, Andy. We're risking a damn lot."

"It'll be worth it, though. Wouldn't it?"

 James was off again looking at the now quiet boys back to playing their
individual tablets.

"Yeah."

"So it's settled. Now let's go in before you catch your death. Go take a
long hot shower and I'll wash up."

"Yes, wifie."
"Screw you, man," Andrew said, and threw his arm around James's shoulder,
hoping against hope that he was coming across like he had a clue in hell
what he was doing.



*****



"So you see, boys. Dad and I are friends, but we also love each other like
a mommy and a daddy."

"But daddy already loves mommy, right?" Brian looked at James with trusting
eyes, Jamie sitting quietly next to him.

"That's right," James said, "but this is different. I love both mommy and
Andy, can you understand that?"

"Maybe."

"How about you. Jamie?"

"Yeah." Jamie stressed his thumb's cuticle with his fingers, resisting the
urge to bite his nails, a nervousness and weakness his dad detested to see
in any of his sons. "How long have you loved each other?"

There was no malice in the question, and no underhanded tone, just innocent
curiosity. The boys were freshly showered and their hair stood dried in
every which way. They had on their pajamas, Brian wrapped up in his Cars
pajamas and Brian in a plain two-piece dark blue set.

James had not given them time to put on any deodorant after the shower
though, calling them into the lounge immediately after.

"A while," James said. "So how do you feel about it?"

"How does mom feel about it?" Jamie asked.

"She doesn't know," James said quickly.

"Sometimes, in order to help keep those we love happy, we don't always tell
them about everything. Like for instance," Andrew said, sitting forward in
his seat, "has there ever been a time when you did something that you knew
would hurt mommy or daddy?"

Both boys nodded quietly, Brian's eyes large saucers and taking everything
in.

"There were times like those that you knew if you told mommy or daddy about
it, they'd be hurt and upset, wouldn't they?"

Both boys nodded again.

"Sometimes it's just better to not tell them, and they're not hurt and
nothing bad happens, right?"

Brian nodded, but Jamie kept still. He looked from his father to Andrew and
back again, intelligent eyes never missing a single beat between them.

"So you see, we just love each other like people do, and love is never a
bad thing. The world needs more love, like we've talked about a lot," James
said.

This time they got a positive response from both boys.

Things were moving at a slower pace than Andrew liked, or thought was
prudent.

"Has there been a girl, or a boy, that either of you like at school?"

Silence. After a second, Jamie replied, "not a boy, but there is this girl."

"Ooh," Brian said, fluttering his eyes at his brother. Jamie pushed him
hard, and Brian nearly fell off his seat, but it wasn't in malice.

"And you, Bri?"

"I like Kathy Henderson, but I really just like her dollhouse. Her mom gets
her the beset dolls, and she lets me play with some when mom takes me over
to visit."

"Well that works too," Andrew said and laughed at the surprised expression
on James's face and the look of derision on Jamie's.

"Jamie," James said, "did you ever feel like you wanted to kiss the girl?"

"Sometimes," he said. Jamie wrung his wrists.

"No need to be shy about anything here, guys, okay?" Andrew said. "We're
all okay, and we love each other. We're just talking like men about this."

Both brothers nodded, but Jamie kept his eyes to the ground.

"I think we need to show them what we mean," James said after a moment. "I
don't think they understand what we're getting at."

"I think you're right." Andrew ran a hand over his face and sat back in his
seat, only for James to wrap his palm around Andrew's neck and pull him in
for one of the hottest, seriously it had to have been one of the most
searing kisses they'd ever shared. Tongues and spit and lust and emotion
and everything in between was poured into that kiss and after what felt
like an eternity James broke away when he decided the kiss was over.

Andrew kept his eyes closed for a second, trying to regain his breath. When
he opened them, he looked at the two boys who had sat quietly watching
their daddy kiss another man. Brian's mouth hung open, his eyes never
leaving Andrew, while Jamie looked surprised, varying his stares between
James and Andrew.

James placed a palm over Andrew's growing bulge in his jeans and squeezed
tightly.

Andrew closed his eyes and threw his head back. He tried to keep his
thoughts straight and clear, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

"Boys, we need you to be big for us right now," Andrew said after a moment.
"You know how much your dad loves both of you, don't you?"

Jamie nodded first, and Brian followed, transfixed with their dad's hand on
Andrew's crotch. Andrew shuffled forward in his seat, eventually shuffling
out of James's grip, and went and knelt in front of Brian. He placed both
hands on Brian's small thighs and looked him straight in the eye.

"I love you guys too, you know that, right?"

Brian nodded, and Jamie put an arm around his brother's shoulders.

James got up off his seat too, and hunkered down in front of Jamie.

"I'm hard on you a lot of the time, aren't I?" James asked him quietly.

Jamie nodded, looking his dad in the eye. "I know why, though. I'm your
son, your first born. And I have a lot of potential to live up to."

That sounded something textbook out of Jenna's mouth, but Andrew didn't say
anything.

"That's right," James said. "But also because I really love you. And I want
you to be happy. Do you want me to be happy too, Jay?"

"Yes." Jamie nodded quickly, vigorously.

"Do you love me too?"

"Yes daddy." Tears pricked at the corners of Jamie's eyes, and it upset
Brian right away too, nothing getting past the little tyke.

"Hey, look at me," Andrew said and pinched Brian's thighs softly. "Don't
worry about a thing, okay? Daddy's just having a big boy conversation with
Jay, nothing's wrong."

Brian nodded mopily, keeping his eyes on his thighs.

"Look at me?" Andrew asked.

Brian looked up and Andrew drew a funny face with his eyes and stuck out
his tongue. That earned him a belly laugh from Brian, and he returned the
chuckle, seeing the kid straighten his shoulders in joy at having made
Andrew laugh and show him some positive reinforcement.

"Show me how much you love me," James said to Jamie, never breaking his
intense concentration and focus him. Jamie sat forward and threw his arms
around James's shoulders, crushing his dad's neck and burying his face in
James's neck.

James lifted his head and rubbed Jamie's back softly but reassuringly. For
some reason the kid broke out in sobs in his dad's arms, pulling him even
harder into him and digging his nails into James's neck.

As the tears wracked through Jamie's little body, Andrew kept his focus on
Brian, trusting that James knew how to handle his son. Andrew pinched
Brian's nipples through his pajama top, playfully trying to get at them
while allowing for Brian to pull away and cover them with his arms. He
persevered though, trying to get at the nipples and eventually setting on
tickling Brian under the armpits. The squeals of laughter turned Andrew on
even more than he already was, wondering what the squeals of high pitched
boy crying would sound like.

As Jamie regained control of himself and breathed heavily in his father's
arms, keeping his face buried in James's neck, James continued rubbing his
back. Eventually he pulled back and looked his son straight in the eye.
"Show daddy how much you love him, son."

James parted his lips and leaned forward ever so slightly. He moved his
head forward and closed his lids slightly, and waited. Jamie took a second
to catch up, and parted his lips too, leaning forward. He placed both hands
on his dad's big shoulders and placed a kiss on James's open mouth, like
he'd done a thousand times on both James and Jenna's mouths probably. Only
their mouths were probably never open. When Jamie planted the kiss on
James's mouth, James pushed his tongue through his mouth and placed a hand
on Jamie's head and shoved his tongue through the opening. Jamie's eyes
bulged but he didn't try to pull back. He took his dad's tongue, and let
James wash his mouth with his tongue.

Brian looked at them with an expression akin to wonderment. "What's daddy
doing?"

"He's showing Jamie how much he loves him," Andrew said softly, unable to
take his eyes away from the scene. This had to be the pinnacle of his most
terrifying and evil and hottest fantasy, seeing father and son kiss
passionately like that.

"I love daddy too."

"I know you do darling."

"Why hasn't he ever showed me he loves me like that?"

"He will," Andrew said. "Believe me." He pulled his eyes away from the two
who still were locked in a skull searching kiss and turned to Brian. "But
first, do you want to show daddy how much you love me?"

Brian nodded and beamed at the thought of performing well for his dad and
making him happy.
"Tell you want, let's up the ante. Take off your pajama top, it'll make
daddy really happy. And me too."

Brian laughed and quickly discarded the pajama top. In front of him was a
short little Italian 8-year-old with a toothy grin and a small chest. He
leaned forward and placed a small peck on the nose. Brian laughed, and
Andrew leaned forward again, pressing his tongue against Brian's lips.

In his peripheral vision Andrew saw that James had broken his kiss with
Jamie, and they were both watching them now. Intent on giving James a good
show, and showing Jamie what was to come, he pinched one of Brian's nipples
just hard enough to elicit a moan from the kid, and then leaned forward to
deepen their kiss.

Brian was all gums and missing teeth, the wet moist of his warm mouth
inviting and searing at the same time. It was all Andrew could do not to
strip the kid right there and take him from behind.

Instead he continued to play with Brian's little tongue, twisting it around
with his own while exploring every crevice inside.

He hooked his thumbs around the waistline of Brian's pants and pulled it
down. Brian tried to pull away, but his dad's reassuring hand was on his
shoulder, telling him it was okay, and to look at Jamie, who was also
shedding his shirt now.

With Brian now totally nude on the couch, Andrew separated his thighs and
settled in between them. He broke the kiss and stared at James through lust
filled eyes as he undressed his ten-year-old son.

Pushing Brian back on the couch, Andrew bent down into his crotch and took
the tiny dick no bigger than a pencil into his mouth and washed the balls
and dick with his spit. God, how easy it would be to just bite down and
dismember the boy, and swallow his tiny dick, or better yet, make Jamie
swallow it?

The small dick was coming to life, as much as it could, and Brian was
sporting his very own erection.

James was doing the same to Brian, and it was a sight to behold. Father and
son in such an intimate kiss, his dad's lips curled around Jamie's growing
erection.

Andrew couldn't hold it any longer. He bent down and lifted Brian's thighs,
separating it harshly and pushing his face into the small butt he'd had
only inches away from his face earlier. Brian smelled and tasted of
expensive soap, and he washed the tiny red bud with his tongue, pushing
against the sphincter insistently until it gave way. He was inside Brian,
washing his insides with his tongue, lubing him up and tasting the most
intimate parts of this beautiful, beautiful nine-year-old son of his lover.

When Brian's cunt was dripping wet and relaxed Andrew withdrew, unable to
further keep his wits about him he ripped off his shirt and shucked out of
his pants. He kicked it off and looked over at James, who was doing the
same, all the while while somehow keeping a finger inside of Jamie's ass.

When they were all four naked, Andrew sat on the plush carpet and drew
Brian into his lap, facing away from him. He sank the kid onto his hot
dick, putting a hand over Brian's mouth to drown out the cries of pain and
protests,

James sat opposite them, and dropped a big glob of spit on his dick, then
spat at Jamie's hole and pulled him onto his lap too.

It was too much for Andrew and he couldn't help it any longer, he started
pumping the small ass that stretched so hard around his dick. He couldn't
take it any longer and needed the friction.

James moved closer to him, and the two brothers were face-to-face as they
were fucked from behind, seated in bigger men's laps.

"Kiss your brother for me, Jamie. Show Bri how much you love him."

Jamie was crying at this point, out of humiliation, shock or pain, it was
hard to say. Andrew withdrew his hand from Brian's mouth and the sobs came.
So that was what the boy's beautiful cries sounded like that he was the
cause of. He bet as he bounced the small butt on his dick that he could
elicit some more symphonic cries out of both brothers, maybe with that crop
and saddle idea he'd had earlier.

Jamie leaned forward and tried to connect his lips to Brian's, but both
their fucking and rhythms were too severe for their mouths to connect.

Andrew forced himself to calm down and Jamie put his hands on Brian's
shoulders to steady themselves, and leaned forward and kissed his brother
like his dad had kissed him minutes earlier.

Andrew was fascinated that James couldn't take his eyes off his sons as
they kissed while bobbing on thick dicks. He leaned forward and kissed
James off guard but deeply. James responded quickly and upped the fucking
motion again as the kiss intensified. Soon Andrew was aware of the signs
that heralded James's release. James's breathing increased and he made the
low guttural moan he always did before spilling his load. Only this time it
wasn't into Andrew's ass, but his beautiful little son's.

Andrew wasn't far behind and followed, flooding Brian's ass. Brian would
probably have indigestion later, burping up come from the load he deposited
into his rectal tract.

When they were both spent, they pulled the boys off their dicks.

They would soon pleasure the brothers too, and get them addicted to Andrew
and James for life, like they were to them now too. But first they had to
seal this bond between them, and James told Jamie to lick Andrew's dick
clean, and for Brian to do the same for him.

Both brothers looked from the dicks to James and then to Andrew. Were they
really required to lick up that messy mess? Oh, boys. That's just the
start. Soon you'll be lapping up come out of each other's holes, and you
will grow to love it.

As the brothers sucked off the two grown men's dicks, lapping up juices of
their brothers, father and his lover, James and Andrew fondled the brothers
until they had hard erections and made them come, sharing their first
orgasms with them too.

Andrew knew where he wanted his life to go now. He wanted this, every
night.

He was willing to give up his marriage, his career, everything, to have
this every day.

He and James had enough to live comfortably of for the rest of their lives.
They could move out here and be remote like this with the boys, train them
to be good boys, and live happily.

He decided to broach the subject first thing in the morning as he watched
the two brothers suck for air between the dicks in their mouths as they
shuddered through their first of so, so many orgasms.