Date: Tue, 4 Oct 2005 22:23:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rebel <rebel7772005@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dad and his Boys - Chapter 4

			    A Dad and his Boys
			       Originally By
				Marc Paige

				Written By
				   Rebel

				 Chapter 4

The following story contains graphic sexual scenes involving a 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
rebel7772005@yahoo.com


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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.


Chapter 4

I locked the doors and turned off the lights, then headed down the hall
toward my room.  I stuck my head in the boys' room wondering what I might
find.  The only thing in evidence was the usual presence of dirty clothes
scattered around, but both beds were empty and there was no noise coming
from the adjoining bath.  I walked on down the hall to my room, and as I
entered, I heard the sound of running water and boy chatter coming from my
bathroom.  I sat on the end of the bed watching my two sons, both buck
naked, as they brushed their teeth and peed, getting ready for bed.  `Oh
boy,' I thought, `I don't think this is a very good idea.' They finished in
the bathroom, walked into my room, and saw me just sitting there.  I could
tell by their body language that they thought that there might yet be
something wrong.

"Guys," I said, smiling at them, "We need to talk about all of this.  Do
you really think that it's a good idea for you to be here every night?"
Jeff's shoulders slumped but Timmy, with his constant effervescent
personality walked up to me and took my hand.

"Yes daddy," he answered quietly, "I don't want to be alone anymore." I
couldn't fault him for that; I too didn't want to be alone.  `Ok, we'll
figure it out somehow,' I thought as I opened my arms to my boys and was
immediately swamped with hugs and kisses.

"Crawl into bed while I go to the bathroom," I told them.  Both kissed me
again and crawled past me to the top of my king sized bed, messing up the
covers as they vied for their positions.  I just shook my head as I got
undressed watching the boys and walked to the bathroom.  When I returned, I
saw that they had turned off the overhead light and only one bedside table
light lit the entire room.  They had thrown the coverings back and were
lying on their backs with a gap in the middle, both with hard cocks
pointing at the ceiling.  It was such an inviting tableau, I wished I had a
camera, but immediately thought better of THAT idea.

I crawled over Timmy who was closest to me, and rolled into the center
between them and felt my dick begin to rise.  Just as I lay down, they both
rolled into me and cuddled close, pressing their hard cocks into my sides.
I slid my hands lovingly over their bare backs and felt the tender skin
under my fingertips.  We lay there for quite a while just enjoying each
other's company and feeling each other's bodies.  Timmy finally worked up
the nerve to reach out and take my hard dick in his tiny hand, lightly
stroking it up and down.

"Oooohhhh God boys, this feels so good," I whispered to them.  Jeff lifted
up and looked me in the eye, then hitched himself up a bit, leaned over and
slowly kissed me on my lips.  I hadn't felt so loved and cared for since
Betty died, and I suddenly knew what the boys meant when they told me they
loved me.  I held him tighter with my one arm as he progressed into a very
sensual kiss, and I felt Timmy shift on the bed.  Suddenly my cock was
engulfed in warmth and wetness, and I knew where he had gone.  I left him
to it and wrapped both arms around Jeff, drawing him tighter to me.

All of my pent up emotions and feelings of loss were released and I felt
myself speeding toward that brink that all men know.  I was powerless to
stop myself or to even give Timmy any warning, but felt myself reach that
pinnacle and be hurled over into the abyss, and all I could do was hold on
to my son for the ride.  My entire life seemed to be rolled into that one
moment of orgasmic bliss.  All of the glories, all of the heartaches; all
of the emotions that I had ever felt and always held tightly within myself,
coalesced and were released from their prison.  I felt healed and made
whole by knowing that I was at peace and loved by my family.

I slowly came back from wherever I had gone, and opened my eyes.  I was
still locked in a tight embrace with my oldest, and as I looked into his
smiling eyes, I got the definite impression that Jeff had experienced his
own epiphany while I was away.  I broke eye contact with Jeff and looked
down my body to see what had happened with Timmy.  I was shocked and
surprised to see his cherubic face grinning back at me, all covered with
semen and licking his lips while he gently stroked the last of my emissions
from my receding cock.  As Jeff and I broke apart, I saw that I had
expelled ropes of cum as far as to hit my nipples and the back of his head
where it dripped from his hair.

"Damn guys," I breathed out, "I really made a mess," and giggled at the
scene.  Jeff eased himself off of the bed and went to retrieve a washcloth
from the bathroom.  I heard the water running in the basin but was snapped
out of my reverie by Timmy still stroking on my over-sensitive penis.
"Timmy," I quietly said with a sense of urgency in my voice, "Don't." He
knew immediately what was happening and laid my half-hard cock back to my
belly and sat up, still grinning, as Jeff walked back and gave each of us a
warm washcloth.  We watched each other as we slowly cleaned ourselves of my
gigantic load, and Timmy started to giggle at me.

When I gave him an inquisitive look, he said, "Daddy, you look funny." I
didn't immediately connect what he was talking about to what we had just
enjoyed, but as I cleaned myself, I understood that I HAD changed, and that
was what he was seeing.  I looked over to Jeff and he just smiled that
enigmatic smile of his and nodded.  I knew then that everything had changed
between us and that I would work hard to make all of our lives better.  We
finished cleaning ourselves and Jeff reached out his hand to take the
soiled washcloths.  We gave them to him and he took them into the bathroom,
and I could hear water running as Timmy lay down next to me and snuggled
back into my arms.

The water turned off and the light was extinguished, and then I saw Jeff
come to the side of the bed and retrieve the tube of KY that I had in the
nightstand.  I was surprised that he even knew about it, but just watched
as he walked around to the other side of the bed and crawled up behind his
brother.  He squeezed out a dollop into his fingertips and gingerly spread
it over his extremely hard cock.  He then reached his hand down toward
Timmy's ass and it looked like he spread some on Timmy's bottom.  Timmy
never moved, but remained breathing deeply on my chest.  Jeff wiped off his
hand and then lay close behind Timmy and scooted himself in close.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh," a long moan escaped my youngest's mouth, and I knew
that Jeff had slid himself inside of Timmy's hot chute.  Slowly, Jeff
pulled back and then again re-entered that hot hole.  Gradually he set up a
slow rhythm that drove Timmy's hard little spike into my hip with each
push.  After about five glorious minutes of softly stroking his firm young
back, I felt Timmy tense some and start his own rapid thrusting onto my
hip.  I saw Jeff just holding himself still and seemed fascinated by his
brother's movements.  A few moments later, and after several rapid-fire
thrusts, Timmy held me tight around my chest, burying his moans and cries
into my chest as his body went rigid in his own orgasm.

"Ooohhh god," Jeff said, undoubtedly feeling the vise-like grip on his
embedded cock, and I wondered if he too had achieved his peak.  But as I
saw Timmy slowly relax, I saw Jeff slowly start his careful, seesaw action
on his brother's butt.  Timmy lifted his head and grinned from ear to ear.

"Thank you daddy," he said quietly as I saw his hips start to thrust back
toward his bother's invading cock.  It looked to me that it was
uncomfortable for them both, so I eased back and let Timmy roll forward
beside me, bringing Jeff up on top of his small frame.  I was engrossed
with watching Jeff start thrusting deeper and hearing the grunts and groans
coming from Timmy underneath his frame.

I marveled at the lasting power of Jeff.  It was obvious that he had been
doing this for a while as I watched him vary his speed and his depths of
thrusting into his brother's sweet little bottom, bringing Timmy to two
more dry orgasms.  After almost ten minutes of bringing them both pleasure,
Jeff increased his speed and it looked like he was savagely attacking
Timmy.  "AAAAHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!" he screamed as he drove
himself solidly into Timmy and held himself there while I heard Timmy go
through much the same as he too attained another peak of success.

I watched incredulously as their sweaty bodies relaxed and they returned to
the here and now.  Jeff rolled off of Timmy and away from me as he grinned
wide and slapped his brother's bottom.  "OW!" Timmy howled, but just looked
over at his brother, then leaned in and gave him a quick peck on his lips.
He then turned toward me and impishly grinned, but then his face grimaced
and he was off the bed like a shot and into the bathroom.  Jeff and I
giggled at each other as we heard Timmy on the toilet letting out a series
of loud, wet farts.

I heard the toilet flush and Timmy came bounding back onto the bed.  I
reached down, dragged the covers back over us as we quietly said our good
nights, and slowly slipped off to dreamland.


I woke up sometime during the night to the rocking motion I felt in the
bed.  I smiled to myself knowing what was happening right next to me, but
when I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see Timmy on top of Jeff rather
than the other way around.  Jeff caught my eye, slid his hand over to mine,
and gave it a squeeze.  I smiled back thinking that it was great that Jeff
was finally sharing with his little brother rather than just using him, and
drifted back to sleep.  I think I might have been awakened a couple more
times, but knowing that my sons were enjoying themselves, I didn't even
open my eyes, but just went back to sleep.

I rolled over and looked at the clock... 9:47 am.  I had a throbbing hard-on
and bladder pressure from hell.  I knew I'd better get up NOW or I'd have a
mess to clean up.  I tried to ease out of the bed, but when I looked over
at Jeff, I saw that he was looking back at me.  I leaned over and gave him
a quick kiss, saying, "Go back to sleep baby," and got out of bed seeing
his eyes close as I headed to the bathroom.

After finishing in the bathroom, I headed off to the kitchen to get me some
wake up juice.  As I was waiting for the coffee to brew, I decided to make
us a big breakfast, knowing that after the extreme amount of calories
they'd burned, my sons would be ravenous.  I grabbed a tin of home bake
biscuits and turned on the oven.  As I was waiting for the oven to warm, I
set out pans and decided to make us all a high cholesterol, good tasting
breakfast for once.  It had been years since I had done more than heat up
something or bring home take out.

I set the biscuits in the oven to bake, and then continued with the slices
of ham, the home fried potatoes, and the scrambled eggs.  As I was putting
the finishing touches on breakfast, two naked sleepyheads wandered into the
kitchen and plopped themselves down on the barstools.  I reached into the
fridge, retrieved the already poured glasses of juice, and set them in
front of the boys.  They silently worked on the juice as I dished up plates
and set them down in front of them.  I got myself a third cup of coffee and
joined my sons at the breakfast counter.  As they gradually worked their
way through the big breakfast, commenting on my culinary expertise, and
thanking me many times for the hot biscuits and honey that we hadn't had in
ages.

"Uuhh... dad," Jeff timidly asked, looking over at me, "Why the big
breakfast?  You haven't cooked like forever," and he stuffed another
forkful of eggs into his mouth.

I was ready with a quip about slaving away and not being appreciated, but
when I looked him in the eyes, I just blushed completely and couldn't
follow through with a `witty remark'.  "I love my sons," I explained, "And
I want to show them how much I care, and how things are gonna change."
Timmy looked up at us, leaned over, and gave me a quick hug, then went back
to his primary focus – eating.  We continued our meal with the usual
banter, but every once in a while Jeff would catch my eye and smile,
causing me to blush once again.

"Well guys," I said as we were clearing the dishes to the dishwasher and
cleaning my mess from the kitchen, "Do you have any plans for today?"

They looked at each other and then back to me as Jeff answered, "No dad,
just stay around the house, I guess.  I have some homework and I know that
Timmy does too," which earned him a sharp poke in the ribs followed by a
stern look from me.

"Well then, why don't we just make it a quiet, relaxing day for all three
of us?" I suggested, feeling like I could use the down time to regenerate
my batteries.

Timmy looked up at me and said, "You're gonna be here all day?" Then it
dawned on me that it would indeed be the first Sunday in a long time that I
didn't go in to work on some project or another.

I squatted down in front of him and looked him square in the eyes as I
said, "Yes Timmy, all day... with just the three of us... doing whatever we
want.  Is that ok?" He jumped into my arms and gave me a big hug.  As I was
being hugged by my number two son, I saw a warm smile on Jeff's face, and
knew I had let things go on for too long, but now things were gonna change.


And that's exactly what we did.  That Sunday was a turning point for us,
and the boys gradually relaxed back to the easygoing attitudes that they
had before my wife got sick.  It was almost as if a big black cloud had
lifted from over our house and we all felt better for the changes.  Since
they no longer had to sneak around, I could hear them several times a day
making love to each other in their bedroom.  Berry was there a couple of
times when I got home from work, getting back into the practice of getting
home right after 5 o'clock.  One time he came out of the boys' room quite
disheveled, and muttered a quick good-bye as he raced out of the door as I
was hanging up the car keys on the rack after coming in from the garage.

I was at a loss until I saw Jeff and Timmy emerge from their room, naked
and semi-hard, and then I knew I had interrupted something.  "Sorry about
that guys," I chuckled, "But I am getting home at my usual time."

"I know daddy," Timmy chuckled.  "We we're doing it and Berry just walked
in and wanted to play like we usually do.  We tried to tell him not right
then, but he wanted it, and we couldn't tell him no..."

And Jeff picked up the explanation, "Not without saying something about you
getting home early.  I thought that maybe we could do it quick, but he
wanted more and... and... well, it just took longer."

"Don't worry about it guys," I told them, still chuckling over the
circumstances, "I'll bet that he won't do THAT again." We all just looked
at each other and then all started giggling at each other.  We had another
good dinner, with them telling me all about what Berry wanted.  I found
that I really liked hearing about this part of my sons' lives that I had
never been privy too before.  The next time I came home and found Berry
there, he and Timmy were innocently playing videos games on the big TV in
the living room.  As I caught Jeff's eye as he came around the corner, I
nodded toward Berry and shrugged my shoulders.  Jeff grinned wide and
nodded his head back at me, so I knew that they had had fun earlier in the
afternoon.

The next two weeks went along much the same way, with them being with their
friends in the afternoon, and then being alone together in the evenings.
Some nights they DID sleep in their own room, and it was one of those
nights I saw that they were sharing one of the twin beds in their room.  I
thought that it was ridiculous to have them scrunched up in one small bed
when there was another perfectly good room just sitting there going to
waste still being designated `the guestroom'.  Then I thought about the
upcoming visit from my brother and his two sons, and hit on a better idea.
One night at dinner, I brought it up to them.

"Hey guys," I started, "How would you both like to have your own rooms?"
You'd have thought that I had hit them both.  They stopped shoveling food
between bites, looked at each other, and then turned their sullen stares
toward me.

"Daddy, did we do something wrong?" Timmy asked very quietly.  As I looked
at them, I realized that I hadn't presented it very well.

"No baby, you both have been wonderful.  I had an idea about your rooms,
that's all," I calmly looked back at them.  `I need to redefine the
boundaries as a parent,' I thought, `be very careful not to screw up what
you've got, dummy.' "I want you both to hear me out about my idea and then
we'll talk about it, agreed?"

"Ok daddy," Timmy brightened in his persistent optimistic way.

"Jeff?" I asked, looking into a questioning face that wasn't sure if he
trusted me or not.

"Ok," he mumbled, but I took it for a tacit agreement – at least to hear me
out, if not like what I was gonna say.

"Jeff... Timmy," I said slowly, looking at each of them in turn, "I have
enjoyed your company in my bed and I really do want it to continue whenever
you feel like it, but when you two decide to not be with me, I noticed that
you've started sleeping in one of your twin beds." Timmy started to say
something, but I held up my hand to keep him quiet.  "Timmy, I know you
don't want to be alone, and that's ok, it's just that you both don't fit
very well in those tiny beds." I saw Jeff get a glimmer in his eyes and
then a smile threatened to crack his sullen façade.  I knew I had him back
when he picked up his fork and pushed in the bite of roast beef that he had
cut before my bombshell exploded.

Timmy watched his brother go back to eating in between his bites of dinner.
`Nothing stops Timmy from eating,' I mused as I watched the interplay.
"When I saw that almost brand new bed going to waste in the `guestroom', I
thought that maybe we could get rid of your two little beds and get one
double bed that you'd both be comfortable in.  And as far as having
separate rooms... well, that doesn't mean you can't sleep together in one
room or the other." I watched closely and I could almost see the wheels
turn inside Jeff's head.  It took a few moments before he was finally able
to put it together for himself.

"Can I have my own computer?" he finally asked, smiling across the table at
me.

"I would venture to guess that most of what I might find on the computer in
your room is mostly of your doing, right son?" He blushed about six shades
of red so I knew I'd hit it right.  "That's ok Jeff, you're entitled to
your own computer, and to the privacy of keeping it to yourself," and I saw
him breath a sigh of relief.  "I think that since it's only a few months
old, why don't I get a new computer just like it for Timmy to do his
schoolwork on, and let you change over whatever needs to be moved?" His
eyes got big and his smile widened.  "Unless you want me to do it, that
is."

"No, no... that's ok, I can do it.  I'm sure that Timmy having his own new
computer will make it easier for both of us to get our homework done," he
hurriedly said to my suggestion.

"I thought that maybe that would be the best idea," I said, also blushing a
little since I was sure what I might find on his computer if I looked.  I
firmly believe in education of people "to do the right thing," NOT
government or parental censorship.  That's why I've never activated the
parental locks on their computer, expecting them to `police themselves' on
what they want and don't want to see.  "The other thing is that we will
need the extra room when Uncle Joe and the boys get here next week for
their visit."

"Where are they gonna sleep dad?" Jeff asked as we all resumed our meal and
`chatted' about the upcoming visit.

"Well, I thought that we'd just play it by ear when they got here, buddy,"
I answered using his pet name to emphasize that we were still friends.  "If
the boys want to stay together, then you and Timmy can share a bed like
always, but if they want to, then maybe you both can share a bed with one
of your cousins."

"That's a great idea daddy," Timmy piped up, "Maybe they'll wanna play
too." Even though I had wondered much the same thing, I had to slow down
some of his aggressiveness, just in case it might lead to problems down the
road.

"Uuhh... Timmy, that's NOT what you need to be focusing on," I scolded,
looking straight at him.  "You promise me that you WILL NOT try anything
with either of your cousins.  Do you promise?"

"Yes daddy," he said quietly and seemed properly chastised.  "But what if
they wanna do sumpin?" he followed up with.  This left me at a loss and
Jeff could see me floundering.

"Don't worry dad, I'll keep an eye on the little horn dog," Jeff said, much
to my relief.  "Even if I have to tie him into bed at night," he followed
with, much to Timmy's horrified surprise.

"Ok, ok, we'll work on it together, ok," I interjected, staving off a
blow-by-blow at the dinner table.  "Since tomorrow is Saturday, and the
guys will be here next weekend, what do you say that we go shopping for new
furniture for both of you?"

"Yeah," Timmy responded enthusiastically, "Can I get my own desk?"

"Of course you can, little guy," I answered, "It's gonna be your room, all
by yourself, unless you decide to share it with someone," I added and
watched him take in this new idea and mull it around.


As we were clearing the table and stacking the dishwasher, Jeff asked, "Do
I hafta have all of that furniture that's in the guestroom?" I never
thought about that, so now I was having a hard time trying to remember just
what was in there.

"Let's go see what's there and what we want to do with it.  I was planning
on getting all new stuff for you too, but I forget that the room is already
furnished," I told him as we added detergent and started the wash cycle.
As we walked past the boys' room, we looked in and saw that Timmy was deep
in thought, looking through catalogues on the desk.  When we walked into
the guestroom and snapped on the light, I was immediately overcome with
emotions as I looked around, remembering that Betty had decorated the house
and her personal touches were everywhere, especially in this room.  Jeff
saw that I was having problems and came up to me and gave me a hug around
my waist.

"Thanks baby," I told him feeling tears fill my eyes.

"I know dad, I miss her too," Jeff responded, still holding me tight.  I
pulled myself together and pushed back from Jeff's embrace, but held onto
his hands as I knelt in front of him.

"How did you get so smart?" I asked him, "Thanks son, now let's figure out
what we can do with all of this stuff," and leaned forward, gave him a
quick peck on his lips, and stood up before he could react.  I looked
around the room and had to agree with my teen son – this was indeed a
grown-up's room, not a teen's.  There were things that I would want to save
and put away into storage like grandmother's quilt that Betty had put onto
the bed to display the marvelous stitching.  My thought was that maybe one
of the boys' wives might like to have it in their house.  "Yes, I see what
you mean Jeff.  It looks like we've got our work cut out for us is we're
gonna get all of this stuff moved out to the garage and get you both some
new furniture in here by Monday."

Timmy came running in with the catalogue flapping his hands.  "Daddy,
daddy, can I get one of these?" he asked breathlessly and flopped the book
down on the bed for us to see.  I looked down at what he was so excited
about and saw that he was raving about a big, wrap-around, high top desk
ensemble showing a computer in one corner of the desk and still plenty of
room for storage and shelves for books and other stuff that boys think is
important.  At first, I thought it was an awful lot to jam into one little
room, but then I remembered that we were getting rid of the two beds in
favor of one, and that maybe it might be just the thing to take care of all
of the storage problems that they now had.

"I don't know Timmy, do you think that it'll all fit in there?" I asked.
That seemed to take all of the wind out of his sails and he looked very
crestfallen at the thought.  "Tell ya what... Jeff, run out to the garage and
grab my tape measure, will ya please?  Then we can take some measurements
and see how much room we have." They thought it was a good idea and went to
get the tape measure.  I walked into the boys' room, took a few sheets of
paper from a desk drawer, and started to draw rough sketches of both almost
square rooms, and noting the placement of the doors and windows.  When the
boys returned, we took measurements of both rooms and found that they were
within inches of being the same size, and were just the reverse of floor
plans, both opening into the bathroom between.  The only difference was
that the existing room, being in the middle of the house, had only one
window on the outside wall, while the guestroom was in the corner of the
house and had two windows.

"Ok guys, now that we have the dimensions, we can figure out if that big
desk will fit," I told a very hopeful young boy.  I looked up the
dimensions of the desk, and found that it was surprisingly compact and
would fit nicely in Timmy's room with just moving the furniture around.  I
had a bouncing, excited young man on my hands when I told him the good
news, and got lots of hugs and kisses as if I had just given him the world.
Jeff took the catalogue from Timmy's hands and started thumbing through the
pages.  I looked around the boys' room and saw that several of the pieces
were showing definite signs of heavy usage by young boys.  I tried to
remember just when it was that Betty and I had bought the furniture, but
try as I might, I just couldn't remember.  Looking at everything now, I
could see that most of it, other than the almost new mattress set in the
guestroom, would be given to Goodwill.

I asked the boys if they were in favor of making the move now that they
understood my idea, and got a resounding chorus of yeas and yippees as my
answer.  "Ok then, would you guys like to sleep with me tonight?  That way
we can clear the rooms and get ready for the new stuff." They readily
agreed and I got the boys started in their room while I went into the
guestroom, and we spent the next three hours sorting, packing, and throwing
things away.  I had the boys take out the drawers from their chest and we
moved the frame into my room, and then reassembled it to have their clothes
at hand while we made the transition.  I decided that the hanging clothes
in the closets could stay there since they wouldn't interfere.  As I looked
around at the almost empty rooms, I was amazed that we had amassed five big
sacks of trash and still had a lot of trash on the floor.

We were tired, and it was late, so we decided to grab some quick showers
and hit the sack, knowing that tomorrow would be another long day of
shopping, moving stuff, and cleaning to get ready for the new furniture.
Jeff had found some new things that he was interested in looking at, and I
finally convinced Timmy that we would have to look around but would try to
find something like what he found in the catalogue.  We were all so tired,
we just cuddled close and rapidly fell asleep.


Early the next morning, I was awakened by two very lively boys trying to be
quiet but not succeeding as they moved about the house.  I finally worked
myself out of bed and after doing the usual morning bathroom stuff,
staggered my way to the kitchen.  There I was pleasantly surprised to find
a fresh-brewed pot of coffee waiting and I knew that I had forgotten to set
it up the night before, so Jeff had to endure my hug of thanks as I caught
him when he got into the fridge for a juice refill.  I watched from my
perch at the bar while the boys got themselves cereal and made their own
breakfasts.

As we were cleaning up and getting ready to leave, Berry came bouncing into
the house.  When he saw the boys' room, he was flabbergasted that we had
changed everything in one night.  We asked him if he wanted to go with us
while we shopped and he couldn't wait to get to a phone and ask permission.
After it was granted with me assuring his mother that it was not an
inconvenience having him along, we set off on our shopping spree.

This was something new for me since Betty had taken care of everything like
that when she was alive, just dragging me along for my input and to pay the
bill.  I decided to take some of the insurance money that we had left after
all of her medical bills were paid and furnish the boys' rooms the way they
wanted them.  We must have hit every furniture store we could think of, but
we finally were able to find just exactly what both boys wanted for their
rooms, and I was lucky enough to arrange for delivery the next day, even
though it was Sunday, explaining that we needed it done before school and
work on Monday.  I guess they took pity on the poor widower and his two
fine young sons, and set it up for us.

We went back home and finished cleaning up the rest of the trash from the
floors.  While I was vacuuming the nearly new carpet, I noticed that the
floor in the boys' room was indeed showing the use of the last couple of
years as compared with the almost never used guestroom.  I went out and
rented a carpet shampooer and the four of us shampooed the carpet in the
boys' room and the hall, but stopped short of doing the living room.

After we finished the cleaning, we were all tired so I ordered two large
pizzas and we all collapsed in the living room and ate dinner.  Timmy
caught my attention and motioned for me to follow him to the back bedroom.
"Dad," he asked, "Can I have Berry stay over tonight?" I wasn't sure where
we'd put him, but looking around, I saw that Timmy had a plan.  He had
taken the mattress set from the wall where we had leaned it and had it
laying on the floor of the guestroom.  I saw a twinkle in his eye and knew
what he had in mind.

"That way, we can both get some tonight, huh," I said grinning at his
blushing smile.  "Sure sport, help me make the bed and you can both sleep
in here tonight." I grabbed some clean sheets from the linen closet and
together we made the bed for their nighttime festivities.  I had to smile
when I saw him stash a tube of KY under the corner of the mattress.  We
went back to the living room and Timmy asked Berry if he wanted to stay the
night.  Looking over at me, I nodded and then looked over at a questioning
Jeff.  I held my finger to my lips, signaling him to keep quiet, and
watched as an excited Berry called home for permission.  When Timmy took
Berry back to their room, I explained the set up to Jeff who smiled at the
arrangements.


We watched a movie on DVD and just relaxed into the evening.  About 10
o'clock, I yawned and stretched, giving Timmy the high sign to get him to
take Berry and head off to bed.  I heard them in the bathroom and then they
were ensconced behind a locked door while Jeff and I closed up the house
and headed to my room for the night.

After I locked the door and joined Jeff in the bathroom for our nightly
absolutions, all we could do was look at each other and grin as we watched
each other's hard cocks swing and sway as we moved.  Jeff finished first
and scampered into the bedroom while I finished.  I walked to the bed and
asked, "Light, on or off?"

"Off," he said and I plunged the room into darkness as I slid into bed
alongside my teenage son.  He wasted no time and rolled on top of my prone
body, allowing me full access to his firm, supple, young body.  I reveled
in the feeling of running my hands from his shoulders down to firm globes
and back while he ran his hands up and down my sides, and played with my
nipples.

"Oh god son, that feels so good," I uttered as I was being bombarded with
all the stimulation from my son's hands.  I could feel him smile at me in
the dark and then suddenly felt his hot lips wrap around one nipple while
his nails worked hard on the other.  I was rapidly reaching overload when
suddenly he stopped and moved off of me.  I wasn't sure what he had in mind
until I felt his slick fingers wrap themselves around my rampaging cock and
give it a couple of swipes.  I felt him shift his weight and then he was
straddling my stomach, resting on his knees.

"Oooohhhhh," escaped Jeff's clenched teeth as I felt him take the head and
the top half of my cock inside his hot channel.

"Take it easy son, we've got all night," I whispered up to him in the dark.
I felt him lift completely off of me for a moment, then ease himself back
onto the tip of my cock, and let the head pop inside of his ass lips.  He
then stopped and held still, getting used to it inside him.  It didn't take
but a minute before I felt him rocking back and forth and allowing himself
to slide down my greased up cock.

"Aaaaahhhhhhhhh," he groaned as I felt his butt sit firmly on my pubic bone
– he had me fully encased in his hot chute and it felt fantastic.

"Oh god Jeff, you feel sooooo good," I moaned into the darkness as I felt
him still rocking back and forth on my hardness, but also now adding in a
little side to side movement.  I was amazed at his seemingly wanton
movements and the litany of moans and sighs escaping from his mouth.  I
could feel whenever he would move my dick across his prostate and could
hear the sharp intake of breath.

Just then, we heard a loud and prolonged groan/scream come through the
walls and we both giggled at the sound knowing that Timmy and Berry were
really enjoying themselves too.  I felt Jeff start playing with my nipples
again as he started lifting himself and start a slow rhythm of bouncing on
my hard shaft.  I reached up and returned the favor by pinching and
kneading his nips to a hard kernel on his smooth pecs.  "Ooooohhhh," he
moaned and I could feel myself starting the inevitable climb to my pending
orgasm.  I tried hard to think of anything else, trying to forestall the
coming climax, but his slow rhythmic motion was having its effect.

I moved one hand down and found that his super hard cock was drooling
pre-cum onto my belly.  I slid my hand back pushing his foreskin back and
rubbing my palm over the highly sensitive head beneath.  "Aaaaahhh
Gaaawwwwwddddd!" he moaned rather loudly, but I realized that it wasn't
THAT loud, it just seemed like it in the quiet and the darkness.  I knew
that he'd shoot soon if I kept that up, so I reached further back, and
started stroking his shaft, allowing the skin to cover the tip with each
stroke.  I wanted to prolong his pleasure as much as I wanted to prolong
mine.

It wasn't too many more strokes before the inevitable happened.  I was
surprised by Jeff's first volley when I felt it splat onto my cheek and
start to run down, but the constrictions of his tight little ass muscles
started my own entrance to Valhalla and I was barely aware of my
surroundings for the next several minutes as I felt rope after rope of
boiling hot cum shoot out the end of my dick to deep within the bowels of
my son who was desperately trying to get more of me inside of him.

After what seemed like forever, I gradually became aware of the fact that I
was no longer inside of Jeff's hot ass, but he was sitting on top of my
still semi-hard shaft with his arms outstretched and locked beside my
shoulders, panting as if he had ran a mile.  I slid my hands up the back of
my panting boy and urged him to lie down on my chest.  I knew it would be a
real mess to clean up when I heard the squish of the fluids escape as he
eased himself into my embrace.

We had neither the energy nor the inclination to get out of our warm
cocoon, so I just pulled the covers over us and we both fell asleep,
entwined in each other's embrace.


To Be Continued...