Date: Fri, 28 Aug 2015 14:57:56 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Constant Connection

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They were fine young men. Driven, determined, fierce competitors out on the
field, straight-A students, clean and well-mannered and responsible. They
didn't even fight, which was unusual for brothers, especially two so close
in age. Wes was headed to the Ivy League on a full ride next fall, and
Pierce was shaping up to follow directly in his big brother's footsteps.
People marveled at their composure, their abilities, the wise heads on
their young shoulders. Told me they were a credit to me, and expressed
amazement that a single father had been able to raise such fine, upstanding
young men.

When they finished their interview with the local news team, I grinned
proudly, wrapping my ex-ballplayer arms around their broad young shoulders
as we headed to the car. We talked, about the interview, about their days,
keeping that constant connection that I truly believed was one of the
biggest factors in being a good parent.

That constant connection meant a lot of things. Yes, it was about talking,
about communication, about being interested in their lives, keeping an eye
on them from a safe distance, stepping in to provide guidance when they
needed it. Letting them be themselves, within a structured framework. But
maybe the best expression of our connection was here, at home, at the end
of the day together. Watching Wes and Pierce kissing, softly yet deeply, on
the sofa. smiling at each other with love, real love, not just the usual
brother bond, as they stripped out of their compression shirts. Touching
each other. Kissing smooth, muscular skin. Tongues playing across
stiffening nips. Tracing the curves and definition of their strong young
bodies with fingers, lips and tongues.

I leaned in the doorway to the living room and just watched. They were
beautiful, and my pride and love for them knew no bounds. I'd figured that
by providing a safe, private place to be close, to explore, to fulfill each
other's desires and needs, I could help keep them on a more focused
path. Like the one my own Dad had put me on, and kept me on, guiding me
through high school and college with strength, focus, determination, and
boundless, limitless paternal love. I loved my boys the same way he'd loved
me, hands-on, intimate, caring and guiding and touching them in every
way. And they'd thrived, we all had.

Down to their compression shorts now, fiercely tenting them with big, young
cocks, they continued to kiss and explore. I gently rubbed my own proud
paternal bulge, watching my young men, my sons, making love. There was no
rush - this was their time to connect, explore, become one. I was free to
join them at any time, always had been, but watching them make love was an
incredible experience that few men are privileged to witness.

I watched Wes strip his younger brother's UAs off, revealing his naked,
youthful beauty, on his knees and running his skilled QB's hands over his
brother's long, muscular legs, up over his beautiful ass, pulling him in
close to kiss his rippling teen abs and pecs, before taking his throbbing
young length in his mouth. Pierce moaned his brother's name, with love,
with lust, fingers sinking into his hair as he enjoyed another of Wes'
talented blowjobs. The kid had a mouth as magic and skilled as his hands,
and I knew he'd go far in life. I smiled at my youngest as he grinned
blissfully at me, and stepped in close behind him at his invitation,
wrapping my arms around his tight waist, kissing him slow and soft and deep
as his brother pleasured him.

Wes brought his little brother right to the brink, then backed off,
smiling, with a mouthful of spit and brother precum that he shared with us
both as he stood. Kissing them both together like this was maybe my
favorite thing. Well, there was one more thing I loved even more, and I
steered the boys to the bedroom. Our bedroom for the last two years. They
still had their own, of course, but we spent the majority of our time
together in the California king bed, entwined as family, bonded together,
the way I'd always hoped we'd be.

Wes and I undressed each other as Pierce rubbed our bodies, touching and
kissing us wherever skin was exposed, before we all came together in
another of those family kisses, easing up onto our bed as one whispering,
liplocking unit. I sat back against the headboard, opened my arms, and
brought my big young men in close, each one straddling one of my powerful
thighs as we reconnected. Three hard cocks came together, and we moaned
into one another's mouths as our hands explored the hardness of our
muscles. This, this was how it was best, naked and bonded together, just
beginning another sweet time, me and my boys in our own special, intimate
world. Family means everything to us, and it was going to take them far in
life. We were on the journey together, and it promised to be amazing for us
all.