Date: Thu, 29 Sep 2005 08:06:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rebel <rebel7772005@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Dad and his Boys - Chapter 3
A Dad and his Boys
Originally By
Marc Paige
Written By
Rebel
Chapter 3
The following story contains graphic sexual scenes involving dad and his
two sons. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read
this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states,
you are not allowed to read this story by law.
This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living
or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental.
Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story are in no way
intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions.
The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or
publication of this story is allowed, except by the websites to which it
has been posted, without the consent of the author.
IMPORTANT NOTE
As I've mentioned at the end of part one of this story I'm too busy to
continue it myself so I've turned over writing to Rebel who did a great job
on another chapter for your reading pleasure. I hope you enjoy his writing
as much as I did. Marc
If you have any questions, you can e-mail me at: ollie_901@hotmail.com
Send any comments you have about this story to Rebel at
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It could have been an hour for all I knew that we were locked together in
that position, both in our own worlds far, far away. I felt my leg start
to cramp a little and knew that I must be hurting my brave little boy, so I
slowly pulled all the way out of his well-used hole in one stroke, and
helped him ease his tired legs back onto the bed. I reached for the towel
and cleaned us up, and then lay down beside him on the pillow. "Are you
ok, little man?" I asked lovingly.
"Yeah daddy, I feel good all over now," he said but still didn't open his
eyes. I pulled the sheet over us and slid my arm around his head. Timmy
rolled half onto my side, looked up at me, and said, "Thank you daddy." I
was so overwhelmed with love at that moment for both of my sons, I was
speechless and just pulled him tighter to me. "I love you daddy," he said
quietly.
I'm glad he had his head on my chest and couldn't see the tears of joy
running down my cheeks.
Chapter 3
I came slowly out of my fog and looked up, startled, to see Jeff leaning
over and pulling back slightly. As I relaxed back into the pillow thinking
about my boys, Jeff leaned forward again and gave me a peck on the lips.
"Did Timmy enjoy it?" he asked.
I felt Timmy still snuggled by my side, looked into Jeff's loving eyes, and
said, "We both did son." I saw him smile and nod.
"Good," he responded, "I felt kinda bad about leaving him out this morning
since he was asleep," and he chuckled a little. "Berry just got here and I
thought that maybe we'd better get going. Thanks for the nap Dad."
I snapped back to reality and looked at the clock. `Good, we've only been
asleep about an hour,' I thought as I nodded and started to sit up, moving
Timmy from my side. "Timmy... baby..." I started as Jeff got up and went
back to the living room to entertain Berry. "Timmy, we need to get up," I
said again as I saw his eyes flutter. "Berry is here and we need to get
started."
"Ok daddy," he said as he stretched his arms over his head. Suddenly he
sat up. "Berry is here?" he whispered, and his eyes darted to the door.
"Did he see us?" he asked.
"No baby," I told him, "Jeff answered the door and has him sitting in the
living room. Go to your room and get some undies on and then you can go
out there too," I told him and popped his cute little butt as I rolled away
from him, getting up on my side. He scampered to the door, opened it and
peeked out, then ran across the hall quickly, leaving the door open. `No
worry about MY modesty, little one,' I thought and chuckled at his change
of moods. I was pulling up a pair of briefs as I saw him streak from his
room wearing a light blue pair of Spider Man briefs. I grabbed a pair of
khaki shorts and pulled them on, then walked out to the kitchen for another
cup of coffee.
As I walked in, I saw that Jeff was sitting on the couch watching TV in a
pair of his Nike workout shorts. He must have grabbed them when Berry
knocked on the door. `I guess I'd better fix that doorbell,' I mused as I
fixed my coffee. "Well, you ready to go get wet?" I asked the boys,
peering over the rim of my cup.
"Anytime you want dad," Jeff said looking over his shoulder at me.
"Did you bring your stuff Berry?" I asked, not seeing a bag or anything.
"Yes sir," he said and lifted his shirt and grabbed the waistband of his
swimsuit under his shorts. I knew that I'd better take plenty of towels
for all of us, because I'm sure they'll never think of them, based on
experience.
"Go grab your suits guys," I told my boys and watched them scurry off like
puppies heading for a bowl of milk. I didn't even have the chance to
finish my coffee before there were three bright faces staring at me over
the bar. "Ok, ok," I told them as I gulped my last swallow. "Jeff, would
you get the..." and he lifted my gym bag in his hand, obviously anticipating
my question. "Towels for everybody?" I asked and he nodded. I grabbed my
keys from a hook by the door, set the alarms, and we made our way to the
van in the garage. I backed the van out and punched the button to close
the garage door as we headed out of the subdivision. A quick movement in
the back seat caught me eye, so I adjusted the mirror so I could check out
Timmy and Berry sitting back there. I saw a smile come over Jeff's face as
I proceeded onto a main road to get us to the water park. `Something is
going on here,' I thought to myself as I saw my sons in a new light.
During the ride to the park, there was a lot of general grab-assing in the
back seat, but I did notice that Timmy was rather free with where he put
his hands, much to the consternation of poor Berry who was horrified by
what Timmy was doing. We paid for the parking and drove to a spot about
halfway to the door. As I opened the door in the back, the boys piled out
and I saw that both Timmy and Berry were poking out in front. They bolted
off as I held Jeff back a little and whispered in his ear, "Jeff, are
they..." and let my voice drop off. He frowned at me, nodded his head, but
then took off after the other two. `Well, where have I been?' I thought as
I locked the van and walked to the entrance.
I paid for the boys to get in and off they scampered to the changing rooms
while I climbed the stairs to the observation deck to join other parents.
This seemed like a recurring theme in a lot of parents' lives ^Ö taxi the
kids around to various activities and then sit around waiting for them to
finish. `Ah well, what we do for our kids,' I thought as I found a seat
where I could see the area around the slides, since I knew that that was
where my boys would be spending most of their time. I saw several faces
that I recognized from other "parent waiting times" either here or the
boys' soccer practices, or Jeff's hockey practice ^Ö well you get the idea.
This time was different; now I knew more about my sons and more about
myself, and both required some thought as to where we were going from here.
I was jolted out of my reverie by, "DAD! DAD!" I looked down from the
gallery to see Timmy looking up at me, trying to get my attention. When I
finally looked down, he yelled up, "JEFF FORGOT A QUARTER FOR THE LOCKER!"
I knew I'd forgotten something and started searching my pockets for change.
I felt a hand on my elbow and looked over at another dad who I had seen
before trying to hand me a quarter. I took it and tossed it down to Timmy
who immediately took off back to the locker room.
"Thanks," I said as I stood to shake his hand. "I knew I'd forgotten
something; it never fails. I'm Bill Murdoch," and I extended my hand
toward him.
"Jerry Savage," he said taking my hand in a firm grip. "I know how that
is. One time I didn't check and my littlest had forgotten his suit. I
told him that it was his own fault so he could sit with me while we waited
for the other two. I was expecting an argument, but he really surprised me
by not saying a word. I guess his tactics were better than his brothers'
because after about half an hour, I couldn't stand his silence just sitting
next to me. Rather than going all the way home, I took him just down the
street and got him a new suit. I was really kinda surprised when he wanted
a Speedo though rather than those baggie ones the other boys have."
"Yeah, I know how that goes. My two are as different as night and day, but
they do get along pretty well together, so I can be thankful for that," I
responded as we both sat down and just started talking. I found out that
he had three sons, 16, 14, and 9.
When I raised my eyebrow at hearing the age of the last one, he responded,
"Yeah, Allen was a surprise to us too." I knew immediately what that had
felt like since Betty and I had had a scare when she got a false positive
on one of those home pregnancy tests about six years after Timmy was born.
I guess it was kind of a good thing though because it led to the physical
exam where they found the breast cancer and thought they had a good chance
to stop it. "There's the boys now," he told me pointing over to a gaggle
of fine looking teens congregated near the base of the slide tower. There
was one who was much smaller, and the only one in a Speedo, who was holding
back as the others talked and carried on.
"You said Allen was the youngest's name?" I asked as I saw my guys emerge
from the tunnel from the locker rooms.
"Yup, that's him down there," and he pointed at the same young boy.
I saw my boys look up toward me so I waved them over to me. As they
approached, Jeff called out, "Sorry dad, I thought I had a quarter."
"Don't worry about that son, you can thank Jerry here for having the
change. In fact, see those boys all standing together by the tower base?"
I asked and they turned to look to where I indicated. They turned back
toward me and I continued, "The littlest one there in the green Speedo is
Jerry's youngest, and he doesn't look like he's having much fun. Do you
two think that you could maybe include him as your partner, since you DO
need another guy for some of the slides?"
Berry had walked over and joined them, and they talked about it and Timmy
called back, "Ah... yeah dad, we can do that." Jerry caught his son's eye
and motioned him over. "Allen, these boys are the sons of my friend here
and they wanted to know if you would like to go down with them rather than
hanging around with the big guys." Allen seemed to brighten when he heard
what we had in mind and the boys started talking and comparing notes. They
were jabbering between them and starting to walk away when Jerry called
after them, "Tell your brothers where you're going!" We watched as the
boys approached the gaggle of older teens and Allen walked up to one of the
bigger ones and they talked for a moment. The big boy looked toward us and
Jerry gave him a `thumbs up' sign at which the teen smiled and waved back,
and then the two groups moved off doing their own things.
"That was awfully nice of you Bill," Jerry said to me after we sat back
down. "I'm sure Allen will enjoy himself better and now I won't have to
hear all the way home about how I made the older ones `baby-sit' and it
ruined their chances of chasing any girls."
"That's ok Jerry, my trio said they lacked a fourth when we drove over
here, and since they are all about the same size, this works out well for
everyone. Jeff, my oldest, just turned 13 but he hasn't hit his growth
spurt yet, so he's not that much taller than Timmy or Allen," I told him as
we watched them start to climb the tower to begin their day on the slides.
We sat and chatted away as if we were old friends, having had our boys in
common. Jerry was easy to talk to and I was gradually put at ease by his
easy-going demeanor. As we talked, we both kept one eye on our sons'
activities. Jerry seemed to be watching his older sons while I was
watching the younger ones. Every so often, he would poke me in the ribs
and point out one or the other of them making a clumsy foray into the age
old "mating game" ritual, usually getting shot down, and we would empathize
with the poor guy.
Over the next couple of hours, I saw Jeff, Timmy, Berry, and Allen come
down the slides in various combinations, including some single trips on the
slide they call the Corkscrew. As I watched, I saw a few times when it
seemed to me that whatever pair had just come down together were standing
real close to each other and just talking... or something. `Was I just
getting paranoid, or was there something more going on here?' I wondered,
and told myself that I'd better find out. I watched Jerry carefully to see
if he noticed anything, but he was more intent on watching the older boys'
antics.
I noticed that it was getting on toward 4pm and that we'd been there for
over three hours, so I caught Jeff's eye and waved him over to us. When he
got to the area below where Jerry and I sat, I leaned over the rail and
told him, "It's almost 4 Jeff, and we still need to go to Fred Meyer's for
that stuff for school and get something to eat. Would you get Timmy and
Berry please, and be sure to tell Allen thanks for staying with you." Jeff
nodded his head and started to turn away when Jerry spoke up.
"Jeff," he called catching his attention, "Rather than just telling Allen
thanks, would you please tell him to get his brothers and get out too?
It's time we got moving." Jeff nodded again and started off to find
everyone else. Shortly, we saw him talk to our group and Allen looked up
to us. Jerry nodded his head and Allen started off to find his brothers
while mine went to change. "I'd better make myself scarce," Jerry said to
me, "Or else I'm gonna get hit with two horny teens whining to stay
longer," and chuckled as he grabbed his things and we both started for the
stairs.
As we waited at the front entrance, we exchanged names, addresses, and
phone numbers, saying that maybe we could do it again sometime. As luck
would have it, my boys were the first to come out, so we said our good-byes
and headed out to the car. "Did everyone have a good time?" I asked the
group in general.
"Great dad," was Jeff's response. "Allen's a nice guy and we found out
that he and Timmy are in the same soccer league and have played each
other."
"Yeah dad," Timmy piped up, "I've never met a Titan before, except when we
beat their asses last time."
"TIMMY!"
"Sorry dad," he replied properly chastised and hung his head. Then he
looked up and said, "Well, we did," his engaging smile returning to his
face. `Oh well,' I thought, `he knows,' as I watched him in the mirror as
I worked my way out of the parking lot.
"Berry, can you join us for dinner, or do you need to get home?" I asked.
I saw him exchange glances with Timmy but then he responded, "I really
should get home Mr. Murdoch; I have a science project that I'm working on."
I saw Timmy roll his eyes and I knew what HE was thinking about Berry
actually doing schoolwork on a Saturday night.
"Ok, not a problem," I told him, again looking in the mirror. "Have you
got you suit?"
"They're in the bag dad," Jeff told me with kind of a scold in his voice
that I would be so dumb as to not think of it. Then as I drove, I
remembered that they all were wearing their suits when we came, and my mind
started wondering if they were all "going commando" now since I knew that
Berry didn't bring over any underwear when he showed up at my house about
noon. My cock gave a slight twitch as it started to lengthen out and I
absent-mindedly reached down and adjusted it. With my hand in my lap, I
looked over at Jeff and caught him looking solidly at me. I blushed a
little and then saw him move his hand and reveal a bulge in his shorts as
he pressed his hands to each side, emphasizing his boner. My cock got
instantly full hard and I winced at the sudden pain. He even had the nerve
to chuckle when he saw my predicament as I adjusted myself again.
I dropped Berry off at his house and then went on toward downtown to run
our errands. After getting the few things that we needed from the mall, I
figured that I'd rather sit and talk to my sons than to cook dinner, so I
headed over to The Village Inn for us to eat. We got there before the
dinner rush, so it was no problem getting a booth for us, and it happened
to be a bit removed from the other patrons. After we had placed our
orders, I looked around to see if anyone was close enough to overhear our
conversations, but finding that we were semi-secluded, I decided to talk to
the boys about what I had seen at the water park.
We were seated in a "U" shaped booth with me on one side and Timmy in the
middle, so it was easy for us to see each other and chat quietly. "Guys, I
noticed that you both did a fine job of exchanging partners on the slides,
all of you going with each other or alone and sharing well," and they both
beamed from my compliment. "But I did notice that there were several times
when you would stand close together with whoever you were with and just
talk... or... was there something else going on that maybe I should know
about?"
They exchanged nervous glances and then both of them studied the tabletop
for a couple of minutes. "Well, was I wrong?" I asked, trying to be gentle
and not aggressive.
"Uuhh... well... uuhhh," Timmy started,
"No... you're not wrong," Jeff quietly admitted. Then he looked up at me
and asked, "But how did you know?"
"Well, you weren't being too discreet about it guys, and that's what
worried me," I told them.
Jeff reached over and slugged his brother in the shoulder saying, "See
twerp, I told you to cool it. Now you got us in trouble!"
"JEFF! That's enough!" I said through clenched teeth so my voice didn't
carry.
"No, you're not in any trouble; you just need to be more careful in
public." They both looked at me with such astonishment, I almost laughed
out loud ^Ö which would NOT have been good right after reprimanding them.
"We're not?" Timmy quietly squeaked out. "You're not mad that I played
around with the other guys?"
"Timmy, I saw you playing grab-ass with Berry in the van when we were
driving to the water park this morning, and you had told me that you
weren't doing anything with him, so I asked Jeff if you guys were... uhh...
playing around and he nodded, so I guess I kind of expected it. I just
didn't expect that you'd do it in the pool."
"But on the slides was ok?" he asked revealing more than he knew as I saw
that there was more to this than I thought.
"On the slides?" I questioned and Timmy instantly recognized that he had
said too much. "All of you?" I asked him and saw both boys slowly nod
their heads. "Even the new boy, Allen?"
"He started it," Jeff said pointing the finger at his horn dog of a little
brother.
"Guys, we need to talk about this more later, our food's here," I told them
as I saw our server heading in our direction. That had to have been the
quietest meal I've ever had with the boys; they would answer anything I
asked but they didn't initiate anything themselves, so I kept away from
what we needed to talk about and stayed on more mundane topics. Actually,
it was kinda nice, and I decided to let them stew, worrying about what
"might" happen.
I paid the bill and we trooped out to the van and started home. "Dad, can
we--" Jeff started, but I interrupted.
"Jeffy, let's wait until we get home and we can all get comfortable and sit
in our own living room," I told him, using his pet name and he realized
that I really wasn't mad and he relaxed back into the seat.
It didn't take us long to get home and get the van in the garage, then we
walked in ^Ö well, I walked in, and I got the wet clothes thrown into the
dryer for a quick cycle. I didn't see hide nor hair of the boys as I went
to the fridge and grabbed a beer, then kicked off my shoes and lounged into
my recliner in front of the TV.
After about half an hour of hearing muted conversations coming from their
room, Timmy finally stuck his head around the corner and said, "Daddy?"
"Yes son," I answered, muting the TV.
"Uuhhh... can we talk?" he asked, looking for all the world like the 10 year
old that he is. I turned off the TV that I wasn't really watching and
turned in my chair toward him.
"Of course son, anytime. I hope you both know that you can come to me with
anything," I told him as I waved him over to a seat beside me on the big
chair. When I saw Jeff coming in the room with him, I decided that we
needed more room so I quickly shifted over to the couch so we could all be
together. They wasted no time in cuddling in close on either side of me.
"We didn't mean to do anything bad daddy," Jeff started things off.
"It was... uuhhh... I just... well," Timmy was trying to get out.
"You got horny and one thing led to another," I volunteered, and both boys
nodded their heads at my astute observation. `Yeah, real astute dummy,' I
thought to myself remembering that I had missed so many signs of what was
happening all around me. "You both know that what you did was very
dangerous, don't you? If I saw what was happening, then I'm sure that
other people saw it too. Somebody could have gotten mad and decided to
call the cops, or maybe yell at the people who run the park and make them
throw you all out and not let you return." Both boys blanched as I spoke
and I could see that they really had NOT thought about it like that.
"Would they do that?" Jeff asked.
"I don't know Jeff, but they could have. You guys were just lucky I guess
that nobody else noticed," I counseled them.
"Or maybe all the daddies that were watching love their boys as much as you
do," ventured Timmy. `Trust HIM to see it THAT way,' I thought. Then when
I actually thought about that possibility, it dawned on me that maybe there
were other daddies sitting there in the gallery with me that could have
been thinking like that. Then I remembered Jerry's conversation about
buying his son the little Speedo suit and I really began to wonder.
"Maybe so son, but you have to be more careful, ok?" I looked from one boy
to the other and they both nodded slowly.
"I'm sorry daddy, I should have thought about that," admitted Jeff on the
brink of tears.
I pulled him close to me and told him, "That's ok son, this time. We all
have to learn from our mistakes and I know you didn't do it on purpose.
Just promise me that you will be more careful in the future."
"I promise daddy," he sobbed into my shoulder as I held him close.
"I promise too," Timmy whispered and hugged me from the other side.
Then a curious thing happened. As I was sitting there cuddling with my
sons, and realizing that my nervousness had abated, I found that I wanted
to hear all of the details of the boys' afternoon romp. I had never had
these feelings, and had no Idea of how to proceed. "Uuhh... guys, can I ask
you something?" I stammered nervously. "About today... uuhhh... how... uuhhh,
how did," and I suddenly found that my mouth was dry. I untangled from the
embrace and reached for my beer to disguise my discomfort. After taking a
couple of swigs, I sat back on the couch and looked back and forth at them,
burning from my obvious blushing. "Uuhh... how did things... uhh... how did
you start... things...?" and my voice trailed off.
Jeff immediately piped up with, "Timmy started it by playing with Berry and
getting him all horny, and then Berry and I went down together and Berry
started playing with me." I looked over to Timmy and saw that he was
blushing as much as I was.
"Wweeeellllll," he started, "He got me horny too, and we didn't have time
to finish anything," he said in a small voice. Since I didn't seem upset,
he got a little more sure of himself and went on, "So when we were at the
bottom, I told Berry to do the same thing to Jeff the next time down."
"What... exactly... did you guys do Timmy?" I asked finding that his
confession was getting me hard.
"Well... uuhhh... after we got each other hard in the van," he started to
explain, looking up at me with his big, gorgeous eyes, "We couldn't wait to
be alone together. I told Berry that we could play some in the shower, but
he knew you were coming in right behind us and wanted to wait until we were
on the slides." I felt a little guilty then that I had interfered with his
plans, but I didn't know at the time. "You know how they hook two tubes
together, right," and I nodded my head, "Well, you can go down either side
by side or front to back; whatever you decide. I sat down first and then
had Berry sit real close in front of me... you know, between my legs..."
Sometimes I get infuriated with Timmy's rambling stories, but I thought
better of trying to speed him up because I didn't want him to skip
anything.
"Just after we started off, I slipped my hands down in Berry's front and
jacked him all the way down the slide until we hit the water," he
explained. As I thought about the scene replaying in my mind, my cock got
hard as steel and I adjusted it in my shorts.
"Looks like somebody likes to hear about our fun Timmy," Jeff chuckled at
my movement. I just looked at him and blushed brighter at being caught out
like that. It did have the side effect of little Timmy reaching over and
feeling my cock.
"Ooohhhh," he quietly said, and then looked back at his brother. "So what
did Berry do to you on the next ride?" he asked Jeff as he continued
squeezing me cock. I was so close, I grabbed Timmy's hand and moved it off
my crotch which earned me a knowing smile from my little imp.
"We went down side by side, but Berry immediately stuck his hand into my
suit," Jeff explained as he watched what Timmy was doing. "I wasn't hard
`til he did that, but I got hard fast as we were coming down. I was so
surprised by what he did, I forgot to steer and we ended up going sideways
on one of the turns and had turned around completely by the time we hit the
water. Then as I was standing up, he grabbed me underwater and sucked me
real quick before he came up. I had to adjust my suit as we moved out of
the way, but it was fun."
I just looked back and forth between these two, not believing what I was
hearing. "So how did Allen get into it?" I asked them.
"Weeellll," Timmy started off slowly, "A couple of other times down and I
finally worked up to trying something to him." Now why did it NOT surprise
me that it was Timmy who made the first move? I just kept quiet, expecting
that he'd explain more, and he did. "The next time we came down, he played
with me," Timmy told us, "And it just went on from there."
"What do you mean baby, `went on from there'?" I asked him. I saw him look
past me to Jeff looking like the proverbial `deer in the headlights'.
"You might as well tell him, big mouth," Jeff told his little brother.
"Uuhh... well... uuhhh, after a couple more times doing that as we came down,
we... uuhhh, we went in and took a shower to get rid of all of the itchy
stuff."
"The chlorine," I told him, "so, then what?"
"We uhh... we went in one of the stalls in the bathroom part," and he got
quiet and just looked at us, but I didn't let him off the hook and just
looked back. "We uuhhh... we did it to each other," he quietly admitted.
"What, exactly, did you two do to each other?" I asked him, expecting to
hear that they had sucked on each other a few times.
"We fucked each other," he muttered and then looked up at me. "Four
times," he admitted when he saw that I was "surprised" by his disclosure.
"He wanted to daddy," he rapidly followed with, I guess thinking that I was
mad at him for doing it.
I sat, stunned, just looking at him, but finally was able to get out, "I'm
sure he did, honey, but that would hurt without any slippery stuff."
He looked at me like I was the dumbest person on earth, and then he said,
"Well we licked and sucked on each other first. Besides we were already
wet."
I nodded at his logic and understood why he thought I was dumb. Then I
thought of something else and asked, "You didn't force him did you?"
Timmy pulled back from me looking horrified at the thought. "No daddy, I
didn't do nuthin' like that."
"We wouldn't do that dad," Jeff interjected. "That's not right." Timmy
was nodding his head vigorously to affirm what Jeff had told me. "Besides
dad, we can always do it with each other," he said grinning up at me.
"Yeah, when our friends don't wanna play around, Jeffy and I do it alone,"
Timmy said, not to be outdone. I saw Jeff give him a real dirty look and
Timmy popped his mouth closed. It finally dawned on me that there was a
LOT more going on here than I had any idea of. I guess catching them in
each other's arms yesterday was only the tip of the iceberg, besides having
them lie to me last night. I gently unwrapped myself and had both boys sit
back a bit; I knew I didn't know much about what my boys had been doing
from after the got out of school until I would get home, usually late, and
either make dinner, or bring something home.
"Guys, I love you both very much," I started, fumbling for my words so I
didn't scare them, "And I know that you love me--"
"We love you lots daddy," Timmy interrupted.
"I know you do monkey," I said, kicking myself for not being here more.
"Please... tell me what's been going on. I know I've spent a lot of time at
work, but I never knew... anything... like... like," but I couldn't go on as I
felt tears start to well up in my eyes. Timmy squirmed away from me,
turned, and knelt on the cushions, hugging me. He leaned over and kissed
my cheek, then pulled back as I turned to look at him.
"Don't cry daddy," he said and I saw him start to tear up as well. I knew
I had to get it together for the sake of my boys, so I leaned forward and
grabbed a Kleenex from the box on the coffee table. After I had blown my
nose and wiped my eyes, I handed Timmy a Kleenex and had him blow his nose
too. I looked over to check on Jeff and saw that he was sitting there
quietly, just waiting for Timmy and me. Jeff is stoic, like I am. He just
takes everything in, digests it, and then makes a decision. Timmy is just
like his mother; empathetic and emotionally charged, and often times does
things without thinking. As I looked back and forth between my sons, I
realized that they made a good pair, just like their mother and I had done
for all those years.
"Guys, I am so, so sorry. After your mother died, I just worked harder,
not wanting to be here with everything that reminded me of her. I just
never thought about what it was doing to you two... and how much you had
lost too," I told them, barely holding it together. "While I was hiding
and leaving you two to fend for yourselves, I didn't know anything about ...
about all of this stuff going on. I really, really want to get back into
your lives and I would like you to tell me how all of this got started,
and... and what all is going on. And no more lying, ok?" I looked back and
forth at both boys and saw that they were both nervous about talking to me.
"I'm not mad guys, I love you, and I just wanna know."
I was getting tired of looking at the boys like a tennis match, so I got
up, walked to the other side of the table, and sat on a side chair ^Ö the
one I had avoided for so long because Betty usually sat there. I took
another drink of my beer and Jeff popped up off of the couch, surprising
both of us. He went to the kitchen and I could hear him rummaging in the
fridge. He came back a couple of seconds later, gave Timmy a Pepsi as he
sat down, and popped the top on his can. After he took a swig of his soda,
he said, "It all started about a year and a half ago, right after the...
the... the funeral."
"Timmy would cry himself to sleep at night. He was hurting sooo much, I
just couldn't take hearing my little brother hurt so much and NOT do
something about it." His words took me back to that time too, and it still
seemed like a fog. After spending so much time with her battling the
cancer, even though it was such a short few months, I was exhausted by the
time I got home and I'm ashamed to admit that I did just enough with the
boys to get us by. "I threw my covers back and had him crawl into bed with
me, and I held him until he quit crying and would go to sleep. After a few
nights, he quit crying all the time, but he still wanted to sleep with me...
and... and I kinda liked it too, so we've been sleeping together every night
since then."
I could see the pain in Jeff's eyes as he went back through all of this,
but I thought that after having it all bottled up inside of me for so long,
that Jeff was probably doing the same thing. I decided to just let him get
through this the best way he could without my interfering. I had buried
myself in work so I wouldn't feel the pain of losing her, but I never
thought about how much my sons would be missing their mother. I saw Timmy
tentatively slide his hand over and give Jeff's hand a squeeze, but when he
went to withdraw it, Jeff grabbed it and held on like it was a lifeline.
"He felt sooo warm daddy," Timmy quietly said, "And he made me feel safe.
I didn't wanna be alone no more," and he looked back at me. "Jeffy would
get hard sometimes and I could feel him poking me, so one night, I rolled
over and started playing with it. One night he woke up and I thought he'd
be mad at me, but he wasn't," he said looking back to Jeff, "He just
started playing with me and making it feel good. After that first time,
I... ah... I kinda... well, I wanted it more and more, and..."
"I wanted to do it more too daddy, it wasn't just Timmy," Jeff came to his
brother's rescue.
"Boys, I know what it's like when you learn about such a great new play
toy. I remember what it was like when Joe first showed me how to enjoy my
dick ^Ö I think I was sore more often than I wasn't for the first year."
Both boys blushed really crimson and I knew that I'd hit the nail on the
head with that one. "I'm not that old," I said, hoping to lighten the
mood. The boys looked up at me and smiled slightly, but we were all still
remembering the loss. "So how did it spread out to your friends guys? I
think you both owe me an explanation as to why you lied to me last night
when I asked about doing it with your friends, and Berry especially,"
looking directly at Timmy until he averted his eyes. They both shifted
uncomfortably, exchanging glances, but I just kept quiet, knowing that they
would eventually come clean with me.
"Well... uuhhh..." Jeff slowly started, but still not looking directly at me.
"I didn't lie to you... exactly, dad, I just agreed with Timmy." I was
surprised by what he was saying, but then thought back to our conversation
and realized that with his personality, that he often walks a fine line and
will `split hairs' to NOT be caught in something. He looked up at me and
saw that I was still just waiting, so he continued. "I was just scared
dad. Scared that I was really in trouble and that... and... you wouldn't
love me anymore, so when Timmy told you that he and Berry weren't playing
around, I just went along with it."
"I'm sorry daddy," Timmy whispered, and I could tell that he was close to
tears again, but I stayed where I was and wasn't gonna comfort him until I
could find out what all was going on. "We could never let nobody know
nuthin' about it, and... and..."
"Ok guys, will you please tell me ALL about it now? Everything? You know
I love you, but I need to know, ok?" I said now seeing that I hadn't
instilled them with much trust in me and I was determined to change that.
Jeff gave Timmy another dirty look but Timmy just shrugged his shoulders.
"David and I have been playing with each other since we both saw each other
hard one day at the pool at school in the third grade. After that we
talked a lot and compared sizes and things, and... well... we just kinda went
from there. Then his friend Donny wanted to play too, so we started doing
it with each other and sometimes together."
"And Berry?" I asked.
"After Jeffy showed me how good it felt, I just wanted to make it feel good
for Berry. You know he's been my best friend, like forever," Timmy
explained. "So I showed him what to do, and we been playing with each
other all the time." I remembered that Berry was almost always over at our
house or Timmy was over at theirs if they weren't here, so they had plenty
of time together for years. "Until that time that he walked in on Jeff and
me..."
My eyebrows raised and I snapped back to look at them. Jeff just rolled
his eyes as Timmy continued, "He usually just walks in when he comes over,
and when he didn't find me right off, he came to our room and caught me and
Jeff fuckin on the bed. He said sompun like `oh shit!' but when we both
looked over at him, he started taking off his clothes and wanted to try it
too... but he don't like it much."
I was at a loss until Jeff explained, "I've done it to him a couple of
times dad, but he says he doesn't like getting it much. Him and Timmy just
do it to each other like rabbits ^Ö all the time. You should hear them
dad, they make so much noise, and--"
"Ok, I get the picture," I interrupted as I chuckled to see Timmy blushing
bright red again. "So... let me get this straight; Berry and Timmy do it to
each other, and Jeff, you do it with them sometimes," to which they nodded.
"And David and Donny have been doing it with you," I said, looking at Jeff,
to which he nodded. "Are your friends doing it with Timmy and Berry too?"
I asked Jeff point blank.
He got a shocked look on his face and said, "No way! They wouldn't
understand about me and the little guys. And if it wasn't for Berry just
walkin' in, he wouldn't know about me and Timmy either."
"And now Allen, at the pool today?" I reminded them.
"That doesn't count dad," Jeff got defensive, "That was just at the pool,
and we probly won't never see him again," he reasoned. I guessed that
there may have been more "incidental" times, but I wasn't gonna push it.
Jeff must have realized what I was getting at when he spoke up, "And don't
worry dad, NOBODY is gonna know about us, we promised." I watched as Timmy
quickly started nodding his head vigorously.
"I know guys, we've all lost so much, and we can't afford to loose each
other. I wanna make you a promise too; I promise you both that from now on
I'll be home right after work, and all three of us will help the other ones
to get through this and make us a family again... but NO MORE LYING, ok?"
I saw tears start in both boys' eyes and they jumped off of the couch and
into my arms. I loved these little guys so much... "It's getting late guys,
and we've all have a rough day, what do you say to us heading off to bed."
I was kind of expecting some reluctance, but they looked at each other,
gave me a peck on each cheek, and scooted off toward their bedroom... well,
I THINK it was to THEIR bedroom. Then when I thought about it, I wondered
what I might find after I locked up the house and headed that way myself.
To Be Continued...