Date: Wed, 22 Apr 2009 08:39:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Henry Brooks <hankster1430@bellsouth.net>
Subject: My Father's Friend Parts 1 and 2 (complete)

My Father's Friend
Part One
We Meet

I had a really happy childhood.  My parents adored me but they never over
indulged me.  I was popular in school, and since I was a star athlete, I
had plenty of friends, false ones and real ones.  To my credit, I learned
early to discern the difference.  My father owned a large independently
owned appliance store, and he provided well for us.  My mother taught first
grade.

By the time I was twelve, I realized that I was gay.  In high school I
played football and baseball.  Mr. Fellows was the coach of both teams and
I had a tremendous crush on him, but by the time he began to coach me, I
had become an expert at hiding my feelings toward other men and boys.  I
did nothing to give Mr. Fellows cause to suspect how I felt about him.  Of
course there were awkward moments.  Sometimes Mr. Fellows would shower with
us after a game.  He would playfully swat our behinds with a towel, and
occasionally he would soap a guy's back.  Once, and only once, he asked me
to soap his back.  I had to think of something really disgusting in order
not to get a whopping hard boner.  It was painful torture.  How I remained
flaccid in the showers with all those naked hunks is a testament to my
great will power.  I would gladly have taken any one of them into my mouth
or my ass.

I dated girls.  As a BMOC most of them wanted to get into my pants, so they
could brag about it.  I had no cause to deny them their pleasures.  I
gladly fucked them, fantasizing all the time that I was in Mr. Fellow's
asshole.

At home, it was easy to be macho straight.  I never saw either of my
parents naked.  My dad was fastidious about not exposing himself to me.  I
never even saw him in underwear.  The least I ever saw him in was in shorts
or a bathing suit.  But when I was just past my sixteenth birthday, things
changed drastically in our house.  My mother was diagnosed with both breast
and cervical cancer.  Needless to say, Dad and I were devastated.

We had her for two more years.  Mom died on my eighteenth birthday.  During
those two years, she spent more time in the hospital than she did at home.
When my father and I were home alone all those days and weeks, he thought
nothing about sleeping with his bedroom door open and often I could see him
getting ready for bed.  He slept naked.  Once walking to the bathroom
during the night, I heard him groaning.  I thought something was wrong and
rushed to his bedroom.  By the moonlight coming into his room, I clearly
saw him whacking off.  Strangely, I was not aroused by this sight.  I felt
so sorry for my father at that moment. I wanted to hold him chastely in my
arms and comfort him, but I knew he would be too embarrassed if he knew
that I had caught him in so intimate an act.  His hand covered his cock so
that I could not even discern how well my dad was endowed.  At that time, I
didn't even wonder about it.  I went to the bathroom, and did my thing.  I
returned to my bedroom and took off my boxers.  For some reason I always
slept naked after that night.

On the night my mother died, I could hear my father sobbing in his bed.  I
went into his room.  He was lying on his back, naked as usual.  I climbed
into bed with him and lifted his head.  I slid my arm under him so that his
head rested on my arm.  No other part of our bodies touched, but somehow
that was all we both needed to fall asleep that night.

At the time my mother died, I was getting ready to go to college out of
town, but now I could not bear to leave my father alone.  I applied to a
local community college so that I could live at home.  Dad did not want me
to do this, but I think secretly he was pleased.  At first he went out very
little.  He spent most of his evening hours reading and watching
television.  Occasionally we went to dinner together and even more rarely,
we would go to a movie together.  Since neither of us closed our bedroom
doors at night, I continued to hear him masturbating quite often.  I wonder
if he heard me too.

About nine months after my mother died, my dad started coming home late two
or three nights a week, and one time he reached me on my cell phone at
school and told me that he would not be home that night at all.  When all
these things began to manifest, I also noted that I rarely heard him
masturbating any more.  I concluded that he had a girl friend and I was
thrilled for him.  I also had a secret reason for being happy for him.  If
Dad had a companion, I could transfer the following semester to the out of
town university that had previously accepted me.  I wanted desperately to
get away from my small home town.  I was still very much in the closet, and
I thought if I could go where nobody knew me, I could come out of the
closet and perhaps I might meet a great guy.  I made up my mind to find out
if my father was dating someone and to tell him I was gay.  If he was
seriously dating, I also vowed to tell him that I'd like to transfer
schools. But in the end I was scared to talk to him, and I found every
reason to delay.

Finally one evening after dinner, we were in the living room together.  Dad
was reading a book and I was trying to study something or other.  I screwed
up my courage, and said, "Dad I need to talk to you about some serious
stuff."

"Sure," he said and he laid down his book on the coffee table.  "Shoot!"

I sat down on the sofa next to him.

"I'm waiting," he said.

"You're spending a lot of time away from home.  Are you dating someone?" I
asked.

"Yes."

I grinned and put an arm around his shoulder.  "I'm really happy for you,"
I said in such a manner that he would know that I really meant it.

"Now that I know that you are not alone," I continued, "what would you
think about my transferring to an out of town school?"

"I think it would be good for both of us.  I love you, son," he said, "but
I don't want you to be tied to me.  You have to make a life for yourself."
He grabbed me and hugged me tightly.  "You're my whole world," he whispered
in my ear.

"Dad," I whispered back.  "There's something else I have to tell you.  It's
the main reason I'd like to get away."

"Sounds serious," he murmured back.

"That will depend on how you react to what I have to tell you."  I braced
myself, made two fists and hardly above a whisper, I said, "Dad, I'm gay."

My father's reaction stupefied me.  He started to laugh.  "I know," he
said.  "I've known for years.  I wondered when you would tell me."

"You knew? But how?"

"I don't know.  A parent just knows.  What took you so long to get around
to telling me such big news?  Did you think I would love you less?"

"Yes, I was so afraid!"

Dad held me tighter and I was comforted by the warmth of him.  I was
grateful we were both dressed.  I was more grateful that he still loved me
and didn't seem put off by what I had just revealed.  Dad unwrapped himself
from me and said, "I was waiting for you to get up your courage so that I
could get mine up also.  I too have some extraordinary news.  I think
you'll need to brace yourself."

"This is turning into quite a night," I said.  I was frightened at what my
father might be about to tell me, but I said rather coolly, "Shoot!"

"You know `Donovan's Bar' a couple of blocks from here?"  I nodded.

 "After Mom died, I took to stopping off there for a drink or two on the
way home from work.  I needed a drink so I could face coming into this
house knowing that she wouldn't be here.  One day I met someone there and
we really hit it off.  We started having dinner together a couple of times
a week.  Those were the days I came home late.  After dinner one night we
went to my friend's apartment.  I don't know how it happened.  Neither of
us had been drinking, but we made love that night, and I knew from the
start that we were meant to be together."

Dad stopped talking.  He looked around uncomfortably, not quite knowing how
to continue.  He appeared to be in great pain.  I needed to prod him.

"It's OK, Dad.  Whatever you need to tell me, it's OK.  You know I love you
unconditionally too.  Tell me all about her.  I just know you couldn't fall
in love with anyone that I wouldn't approve of."

He smiled.  "Well then, here goes," he said.  "Bob is not a woman.  He's a
man and I love him.  I'm pretty sure he loves me too."

Dad stopped talking to let it all sink into me.  Finally it did.  All I
could manage to say is, Wow!"  We hugged each other for a long time.  No
words were spoken.  At last I asked, "How long have you known that you were
gay?"

"I fell in love with Bob when we first met.  I never felt that way about a
man before.  I don't know if I could feel that way about any other man.
I'm not sure that wanting a man, only one man, even makes me gay.  Let's
agree to skip the labels."  I nodded in agreement.

"I'd like to meet him," I said.

"How about I ask him to dinner tomorrow evening?"

"Sure!"

Somehow I got to school the next day, but I never heard a word any of the
professors said.  All I kept thinking about was the news that my father had
a boy friend and I was going to meet him tonight.  I had mixed thoughts
about my father being gay, but I couldn't help thinking that his being gay
made it easier for me.

When I got home, Dad was already there.  He had left work early to start
cooking a fabulous meal for me and his lover.  I asked if I could help, but
Dad declined my offer.  I was glad about that because I ran upstairs to
shower, and shave.  I dressed in my sexiest clothes, tight jeans and a tank
top shirt.  I applied too much after shave and I know I smelled like a
whore.  Somehow I thought that all of that was appropriate for a meeting of
three gay men.

When I got downstairs, I found the table set and Dad was almost finished
with the cooking.  He was taking some bottles out of the bar.  Obviously he
was going to make a toast.  We rarely ever drank hard liquor in our house.
The time went interminably slow.  I began to fidget, but finally the
doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," I yelled to my father who was back in the kitchen.  I ran to
the front door.  I hesitated a moment before opening the door.  When
finally I did, my mouth dropped open.  There stood Coach Fellows.

"My God!" he said.  "Ronnie Jergens.  I never connected you to your dad,
Herb Jergens.  How foolish of me."

I wanted to speak, but nothing came out.

"Are you going to let me in?" the coach asked.

I stepped aside and he went into the house.  After I shut the door, he
handed me a bottle of wine.  He smiled at me and we went into the living
room.  Dad came flying out of the kitchen and the two of them kissed each
other on the lips, while they embraced warmly.

"I'm not quite finished yet," Dad said.  "Why don't you two get acquainted
and I'll be right back."  He was gone instantly.  I motioned to a large
easy chair and Coach Fellows sat down.  I sat down on the sofa still
speechless.  Bless the coach for breaking the ice.

"You know," he said to me.  "I love your father very much and I'm pretty
sure he loves me back."

"Yes, you're right," I managed to mumble.

"So please start calling me Bob.  I'm part of the family now."  All I could
do was nod.  Just looking at him, I was getting hard.  All my old feelings
were returning to me.  I knew I was going to make a fool of myself.  I
willed my erection to go away, but it was not responding.

He continued.  "I know we can count on you to keep our little secret.  As a
sports coach, I need to remain in the closet, and it's best your father
does also."

"Oh sure," I said.  "Did Dad tell you about me?

"Yes.  We talked about it weeks before you came out to him, and I kind of
suspected back in high school."

"How?"

"It was the way you looked at me in the showers.  You always looked away
when our eyes met, but I saw you."

"Shit," I said, "and I thought I was so good at hiding it.

"To tell the truth," Bob added, "if you weren't a minor, I would have made
a move on you.  Of all the guys in the shower, I was most attracted to you.
I will tell your father how I felt about you, so there will be no
awkwardness.  You can tell him how you felt about me.  Let's put it all on
the table and we can become a family."

That having been said, he stood up, approached me and put his arms around
me.  I immediately put my arms around him and was surprised when he kissed
me on the lips.  I got lost in that embrace.  While my head was spinning I
heard my dad's voice.

"You two are really getting to know each other.  I'm so glad," he said.

I disentangled from Bob, and as casually as I could, I said, "Dad,
Mr. Fellows, Bob, was my coach in high school, and I had a huge crush on
him."  This caught my new step dad off guard and he added, "Ronnie was the
hottest student in the showers and I had my eyes on him too.  It's a shame
he was a minor then."

My dad laughed and put one arm around my shoulder and his other arm around
Bob.  He pulled us close and said, "Thank you, God, for blessing me with
the two greatest guys in the world."  I swear he started to cry.  I let go
of him and he fell into Bob's arms.

That night was the first of many firsts.  After that night the three of us
had dinner together at least once a week.  Sometimes we hosted and
sometimes Bob hosted.  My dad slept over often at Bob's place, but when I
told him they were welcome to stay over at our place so nobody had to be
alone, they began to sleep in our house also.  Of course, Dad closed the
bedroom door again, but they were much noisier than Mom and Dad had been
and I could hear them making love as I whacked off in my bed.  We had all
seen each other naked and we had no hang ups about walking around naked.

My problem was that I still ached to make love to Mr. Fellows.  It became a
burning desire.  When I received notice that I could transfer to a college
upstate, I was more than relieved to be getting away from so much sexual
tension.  My relief did not last long.

When the spring semester ended, Dad gave me a part time job in his store.
I worked from 1 PM to 8 PM.  Dad opened at 9 AM and usually left about 4
PM, leaving the night manager to close the store with me at 8 PM.  Bob was
off for the summer so when he slept over, which was often, I was alone in
the house with him every morning.

One morning, we were having breakfast together.  We were each wearing boxer
shorts and nothing else.  Bob was preparing the eggs and I was buttering
the toast when suddenly he asked, "You're still a virgin aren't you?"

I was stunned at the question, but I reluctantly nodded my head.  "I
haven't met any other gay guys in this town," I muttered.

"I could give you a list a mile long.  I know from the way they look at me
in the showers.  Unfortunately they are all jail bait.  I just know you'll
meet plenty of gays in your new college."

"Bob, can I ask a very personal question?  I'd like to ask my dad, but it's
tough for a son to ask this."

We were now seated at the kitchen table and Bob surprised me by putting his
hand on mine. "Sure," he said.  "Fire away."

"Has my dad ever expressed to you whether he prefers straight sex to gay
sex or the other way around?"

Bob broke out laughing.  "You bet he has.  He loves the sex we have
together.  He's like an animal and he can't get enough.  He tells me
constantly that he didn't know how good sex could be until we made love for
the first time.  He says it's a country mile more intense and satisfying
than with a woman.  So Ronnie, my boy, you just stick to guys and don't
consider switching teams."  Once again he roared with laughter.  Suddenly
he stopped.  His face got very serious and he said to me.

"Ronnie, your dad and I have suspected that you are still a virgin and we
have had long discussions about it.  We are hoping that your first
experience will be a good one.  We hope that it won't be a quickie that
will leave you disappointed and unsatisfied.  That's why he asked me to
give you your first experience so you'll know how great it can be and also
to help you appreciate the love I share with your father."

I was flabbergasted and also my cock suddenly rose to its full length and
girth.  Bob certainly saw it through my skimpy boxers.  He jumped up,
grabbed my arm and we bounded upstairs to my bedroom.

Once inside the room we stood facing each other.  Bob stepped out of his
boxers.  His uncut cock was at full attention, jutting out a good seven
inches.  I dropped my skivvies and out came my seven and a half inch
circumcised organ.  We smiled at each other as Bob encircled my cock with
his fist and led me to the bed.

He laid me on my back and gently lowered himself on top of me.  To my
surprise, he didn't seem too heavy at all.  He began to kiss me gently and
he forced my mouth open with his tongue.  How often I had done this with
the high school girls and dreamed that it was his tongue inside of me.  I
couldn't believe this was real and happening to me.  My cock was
throbbing. I was afraid I would cum prematurely.

Bob began to work his way down my body, kissing and caressing me all over.
He paid particular attention to my nipples as I began to moan in pleasure.
For what seemed like hours, he kept kissing me all over.  He put me on my
stomach and worked on my backside.  He licked my crack delicately and I
could feel his tongue entering my hole.  My moaning grew louder. At long
last, he laid me on my back again and took my cock into his mouth.  I
thought I had died and gone to heaven.  I felt my orgasm coming and Bob
stopped sucking me.  I wanted to scream at him.  I was in anguish.

"Not yet," he said.  "I need you to fuck me and fill me up with your cum.

It was my turn to say, "Not yet.  I need to taste your cock first."  Bob
smiled and rolled over on his back.  I climbed on top of him and retraced
the route he had taken on me.  I was too anxious in my desire to taste my
prey, and I didn't linger anywhere near as long as he did, except perhaps
when I suckled his nipples.  I did my best to imitate him and I must have
succeeded based upon the sound of his moans and groans.  When at last I
took his cock inside of me, I nearly fainted with joy.  It felt so hard and
yet so soft.  His precum was sweet and yet salty.  I was so happy, but
suddenly he stopped me.

"I don't want to cum yet," he stated simply.  "Do you have any lubricant
that you use when you jerk off?" he asked, as once again he turned me on my
back.

"Yes." I reached into my night table and handed him a tube of KY Jelly.  He
put some on a finger and inserted it into my waiting ass hole.  It felt so
good, but when he inserted a second finger, it hurt a little.  He worked
his fingers in a circular motion, stretching me until I felt only pleasure.
Then a third finger went in.  The pain was minimal and I begged him to
drive home the real thing.  When his fingers come out, I felt an emptiness
in me.  Then I felt his cock head against my opening.  Slowly he pushed in
until he reached my sphincter.  He stopped for a moment and I urged him to
continue.  He pushed slowly past the sphincter.  The pain was excruciating,
but I did not ask him to stop.  When he was fully inside of me, he rested.
Little by little the pain left me and I was filled with lust and pleasure.

"Fuck me," I said.  "Fuck me now.  I wrapped my legs around his waist and
he began to pull in and out, but never coming out fully.  I could tell from
his breathing and his groans that he was close and I yelled, "Cum inside of
me, please.  Don't pull out like in the pornos."  With one final push, he
came inside of me, wailing like a banshee.  I knew that I had pleasured him
and I was pleased.  We lay still, kissing madly, until his cock fell out of
me.

"It's my turn," he said as he handed me the lube.  I stretched his ass as
he had stretched mine, and when finally I entered him (more easily than he
had entered me) I was overwhelmed at how good and tight it felt.  Dad was
right.  This beat pussy by a country mile.  I asked permission to cum
inside him and he granted it with joy.

After the love making we lay side by side, fondling each other and
recovering.  We were silent until at last Bob said, "Your father and I have
been tested and we are exclusive with one another.  You are, were, a
virgin, so we didn't use condoms.  I beg you, when you start meeting boys
at school, never go without a condom, no matter what the guy tells you.
There are men out there who hate to wear a condom and will lie to avoid
it."

"I promise," I said and leaned over to kiss him.  Reluctantly we got out of
bed and showered together in the master bath.  I had never showered with my
father when I was little like most young boys do, so this was another first
for me.

That day, as I left for work, Bob kissed me goodbye and said, "Your father
will be happy for you, Ronnie.  When you get to work, just say `yes' to
him, and he'll know that everything went just fine and according to plan."
I was sorry now that I was transferring out of town, but I looked forward
to the exciting life ahead of me.


My Father's Friend Part Two I Leave For College

I lost my virginity to my father's friend on July 14th and I was not due to
leave for college until August 26th.  Those few weeks were torture for me.
Bob moved in officially on August 1st and I could hear my dad and him
making love almost every night.  They must have been the two noisiest
lovers on planet earth.  All I could do was lie in bed, whack off, watch
male porn flicks and try to fall asleep.  I counted every hour until August
26th.

During the two years of my mother's illness her car became my car.  A few
days before departure time, I had it tuned up.  I washed and polished it
until the shine could blind you in the sunlight.  On the night before my
departure, Dad and Bob helped me pack the trunk and the back seat with all
my needful things.  When the car was secured and ready to go at 5 AM the
next morning, my two dads toasted me with a glass of champagne and we
retired.

I had been in bed for a few short minutes when Bob came into my room.
"Ronnie," he whispered.  "Your dad is lending me out for the night.  He
wants to leave you with happy memories."  That having been said, his naked
body invaded my bed and he wrapped himself around me.

His lips met mine and we began to make love.  His tongue travelled up and
down my body, front and back.  He spent a lot of time reaming my asshole
with his tongue until I begged for mercy.  "I want you to cum in my mouth,"
he said as he turned me on my back.  I felt his hot moist tongue as he took
me into him.  It swished up and down the underside of my shaft as his lips
pumped gently on the outside as they followed the path of his tongue.
While he sucked me, he inserted a finger into my asshole, rolling it around
gently until he found my pleasure spot.  I screeched a little when he found
it and I couldn't help hoping that my dad heard it so that he would know
how much pleasure his lover was giving me.  All I could think about, as I
gushed stream after stream of jism into Bob's mouth, was that my teen age
fantasies had all come true.  I was actually having sex with my coach.

As I came inside of him, my body bucking wildly, Bob was moaning with
extreme pleasure as he swallowed all my juices.  All I could do was lie
back and try to recover.  I wanted to move but I couldn't.

Bob got out of bed and said, "I'll see you early in the morning."

"But I didn't do you," I protested.

"That's your dad's job.  He'll take good care of me."

He was gone and I fell asleep almost immediately.  I was rudely awakened at
4 AM by a shrill alarm clock.  Reluctantly I crawled out of bed and revived
myself with a refreshing shower.  Everything I needed for school was packed
in the car.  I put on my travel clothes and went downstairs.  The lights
were on in the kitchen and I could smell the comforting aroma of freshly
brewed coffee.

Dad and Bob were in the kitchen in their bathrobes.  I could tell that they
had nothing on underneath and I started to get hard.  I stopped myself by
concentrating on the coffee and fresh toast on the table.

"You guys didn't have to get up," I said.

"Are you kidding?  I wouldn't miss this day for the world," my dad said.

"Me either," from Bob.

We had toast and coffee in near silence.  Finally I could not delay the
inevitable any longer.  I got up and they rose with me.  Bob embraced me
first.  His robe had parted slightly and I could feel his hard cock against
my thigh.  He kissed me passionately, like a lover, not a step father, and
my head got to spinning.  When he pulled away, my dad embraced me.  His
robe had parted slightly also.  I avoided looking at him, but when he
embraced me in a fatherly bear-hug, I clearly felt his flaccid cock against
my thigh.

I pulled away and ran from the house through the kitchen door.  I never had
gotten into my car so fast before.  I secured the seat belt, turned on the
motor, put the gearshift into reverse, and before I started down the
driveway, I looked at them one more time.  They were holding themselves
tightly and waving after me.  I hesitated at the bottom of the driveway and
saw them going back into the house.  I pulled into the street, straightened
out the car, and began the 450 mile journey into my new life.

As I drove, I began to have some disquieting thoughts.  The occasional sex
I had with Coach Fellows was so good that I began to wonder if I was making
a mistake in leaving home.  The coach had also assured me he could put me
on to plenty of his students who he was certain were gay.  Even if they
were underage, they were fast approaching their eighteenth birthdays.
Another disturbing thought was that I was starting out as a sophomore.  All
the other sophomores had probably made their friendships already, and it
might be difficult to break into a group and make new friends.

My smarter self put a stop to all this bull shit.  There was nothing in the
book that said I couldn't make friends with freshmen.  Furthermore I
intended to try out for football and baseball.  Bob had told me that he was
a good friend of the football coach at State U, and would put in a good
word for me if necessary.  Little by little the bad thoughts left me and my
mood improved as I looked forward to my new life.

The campus was mammoth, or so it seemed to me, but I had a map that was
given to me at orientation.  With the help of the map, and a passing
student, I found my dorm.  I parked as close to the entrance as possible
and began to unload my car.  I wasn't sure where my room was so I took a
small load this first trip.  Fortunately, I was on the ground floor and
only about five rooms left of the entrance.  I laid my load down in front
of the door and started to insert my key.

"It's open," I heard a pleasant voice call out.  I opened the door, picked
up my load and entered the room.  Apparently my room mate was already here.
Wow!!!

The guy, unpacking a suitcase, was at least six feet, five inches
tall. That made him three inches taller than I.  He was wearing torn jeans,
a tank top and sneakers but no socks.  His ass formed two perfect balloons.
He turned to me and a Greek Adonis faced me.  "I'm dead," I thought.  "I'll
never be able to hide my lust for this hunk."

He stopped what he was doing and held out his hand.  "Hi," he said, "I'm
Johnny Langford."

I took his hand which almost crushed mine and said, "Very pleased to meet
you.  I'm Ron Jergens."  I decided to drop the Ronnie that everyone at home
called me.

"Let me help you unload your car," he said and started to the door.  With
his help, I had all my stuff in the room and the car legally parked in no
time.  Once back in the room, we helped each other put away our gear.  We
set up our desks and made up our beds, acting as a well rehearsed team.

"You're lucky to have a car here," he said.  "My folks dropped me off.  You
just missed meeting them, but I'm sure you will soon."  For the first time
I cringed thinking that someday he would meet "my folks."  As if to offset
that thought, I said simply.  "My mom passed away last year."

"Gee, I'm sorry," he lamented.  "I'm here on a football scholarship,"
Johnny informed me, as if to change the subject.

"That's great," I said.  "I played football in high school, and I intend to
go out for the team.  Actually, I haven't decided on football or baseball."

"Make it football," Johnny said.  "It'll be fun, the two of us playing
together."

"Yes," I agreed.  "It would be fun playing together."  If only Johnny knew
what play I had in mind.

I had arrived just before dinner.  I told Johnny that I was grungy from the
long trip and would like to shower before we headed for the dining room.

"I could use a shower myself," he said as he started to strip.  God help
me.  This was the moment I feared.  I braced myself and started stripping
also.  I tried not to stare at my room mate, but there he stood in all his
glory.  He was uncircumcised and at least six inches flaccid.  I was cut
and about five inches flaccid.  I could live with that difference.

We each wrapped a bath towel around us, retrieved a bar of soap and headed
down the hall to the showers.  Neither of us wore anything on our feet.
There were six shower heads with no walls between them.  We showered
discreetly with one shower separating us.  Out of the corner of my eye I
watched Johnny soaping his ass, cock and balls.  Eventually, I turned away
because I was getting hard.  We were the only ones in the shower and I was
surprised to hear Johnny say, "I can sure tell you play football.  You've
got a great body."

Now I was forced to turn to him, and there was no mistaking the fact that
his cock had grown some too.  This surprised me, but I tried not to make
anything of it.  "There's nothing wrong with your torso either, young man,"
I quipped.  I love showering and hated to step out, but finally we both
shut the water and started to dry off.  At one point I leaned over to dry
my toes and was rewarded with a playful swat on my ass with Johnny's towel.

I started to laugh.  "That takes me back to the showers in high school
after practice or a game.  Even the coach joined in the horseplay."  I
regretted saying that the moment the words were out of my mouth.  After
all, Johnny would meet my high school coach sooner or later.

"That's a hoot," Johnny said.  "My coach showered with us and fooled around
with all of us too.  If the truth be told, I think he was hot for our
nubile young bodies."

There was much I could have said, but I decided to be quiet at this time.
I could have kicked myself for letting an opportunity go by to further
explore his statement.

We dressed and found our way to the dining room. We had to flash our meal
passes and then we were allowed entry.  Needless to say, Johnny's huge
frame required a lot of stoking.  His tray was full.  My tray was less
crowded, but I had a pretty good appetite myself.  We found seats at a
table where four other students were seated, two girls and two guys.  We
all introduced each other.  Everyone was meeting for the first time.  They
were all freshmen except me.

One of the guys could not take his eyes off one of the girls.  The other
guy could not take his eyes off Johnny and me.  His eyes darted back and
forth between us.  I could almost feel him drooling.  My expectations of
sex in college might be met after all.  He wasn't bad looking and I
encouraged him by listening to him intently whenever he spoke, and I smiled
at him a lot.  I found out that he was in my political science class and
Johnny was in his economics class.  Very interesting!

"I'll see you in class," I said to him as Johnny and I got up to leave.
His name, I learned, was Kenny DeLong.  Kenny asked if we would like to
join him at a local pub he had heard about.  It was walking distance from
campus and everyone's favorite hang out.  We were both tempted, but took a
rain check.  We agreed that we were exhausted from our long journeys
earlier that day.

We walked wearily back to our room.  Once inside, I was surprised that
Johnny locked the door, but I said nothing.

"Well," he said a bit shyly.  "You are about to learn my first secret.  I
can't stand underwear riding up on my crotch so I always sleep nude.  In
fact, I often don't wear underwear at all.  Is that OK with you?"

I started to laugh.  "This is the moment of all our truths.  I haven't
slept in underwear for a long time.  In fact, my father and his, I mean,
and I walk nude around the house."

"That's one less thing for me to worry about," Johnny said, as he stripped
naked.  "I always wake up with a huge boner.  I suppose you do too.  How
will we get to the bathroom without the whole dorm gawking."

I laughed again.  "Something tells me we won't be alone in that
department."

Johnny was undressed before I even began to strip.  He sat on the edge of
his bed and watched me.  My cock was swollen, if not fully erect.  I should
have been shy and uncomfortable, but for some reason I wasn't.  I had
already figured out that Johnny and I were going to be as free with nudity
and our bodies as I was at home with my two dads.

"You have a beautiful body," he said to me.  "I like looking at you."

"The feeling is mutual," I said.  This repartee encouraged me to pursue
something I had dropped.  "Remember when you told me that your coach seemed
to be ogling you and your team mates?"

"Yeah," he muttered.  He ended the word with his voice going up like a
question.

"Were there ever any guys who felt like they wanted to encourage him?"

`Hell, I can't speak for everyone, but I know a couple of guys including
myself who wouldn't have said no to a blow job from the coach."

Lightening rods were shooting from my eyes.  I couldn't even see Johnny.

"What about you and your coach?" he asked me.

"You want the truth?" I asked laughing.

"Damn right."

"OK then, I had a crush on him.  I used to dream of holding his cock in my
hand as I pushed mine into his mouth."

"We're even then," Johnny said.  He turned and extinguished the lamp in the
table between our beds.  "Good night," he said.  "See you in the AM."

I wanted to whack off, but was too inhibited.  It was hours before I could
fall asleep. In the morning, Johnny woke up with a boner that had to be ten
inches long.  In addition his cock had widened almost double.  I couldn't
believe it.  I grew to seven and a half inches.  I got a little wider but
not much.  As we gathered our shaving gear, I had to make a remark about
his size.  Johnny looked shy and didn't answer me.  With all that sexual
tension building, you will be surprised to know that neither of us brought
sex into any conversation from that day on.

Eight weeks into the semester the campus celebrated parents' weekend.  A
few days before our folks were due to arrive, I resolved to tell Johnny
about Dad and Bob.  I tried several times, but it never seemed to be the
right time.

Let me flashback to my first poli-sci class.  Kenny came up to me after
class.  He asked me to come to his room after the sixth hour, which was the
last class for both of us.  I got nervous because I was pretty sure what he
wanted, but I was determined to stop being a technical virgin.  I
approached his door shaking at the knees.

He let me in with a big grin on his face.  He locked the door behind us and
informed me that his room mate had a girl friend and would not be back at
all this day.  He sidled up to me and placed his lips on mine.  Immediately
I was reminded of Bob and kissed him back.  Our kisses got more passionate
and we had grabbed each other's packages.  We were both a little nervous,
and all we did that first time was give each other fast and furious head.
In later encounters, when we were sure that his room mate was not coming
home, we made love more leisurely.  We progressed to anal sex.  Kenny was
great but he could not hold a candle to my coach.

About three days before our parents were due to arrive, Kenny and I were
cuddling after sex.  We were gently stroking each other's cocks, when
suddenly Kenny said, "It's taken me almost eight weeks, but I finally had
sex with your room mate.  That schlong of his could kill you if you aren't
careful.  I'll bet you two have a ball every night."

I froze.  I could not believe what I had just heard.  Was Johnny gay or did
he just give in to a good blow job.

"Did you tell him about us?"

"Sure."

When was this?"

"Last week."

A whole week had passed and Johnny hadn't said a word.  I'm sure that he
knew I was gay, and maybe he was, but he never said a word.  I jumped out
of bed.  "I gotta go," I said.  I dressed carelessly and quickly and ran
back to my room.  Shit! Johnny wasn't there.

I called on his cell phone.  No answer!  All I could do was wait.  It
seemed like hours, but after about twenty minutes Johnny came in.

"Why didn't you answer your cell phone?" I asked before I even said hello.

"I shut it off during sex, stupid," he said.

"Who were you having sex with?"

"Mark Goodman."

"You fuck," I screamed, "Surely you know how much I love you."

Johnny started to laugh uncontrollably.  "How could I know that.  You never
let on or gave me any indication.  I was waiting for you to say something."
He grabbed me and began to kiss me.  I nearly fainted.  Our tongues were
caressing and our cocks were rubbing together.  "I love you too," he
whispered in my ear.

"God damn us," I yelled.  We have slept with everybody but the one we love.
What a pair of jerks."

Johnny sat down on his bed and motioned for me to sit next to him.  "There
are things you have to know before parents' weekend," he said.  "Please let
me talk and don't interrupt.  You can ask questions afterward."

"OK, talk!"

My father caught me having sex with my best friend when I was twelve years
old and he beat me up.  I was afraid to go to the hospital or the police so
I ran up the street.  I knew a gay couple who lived there and they took me
in.  They wanted to call the police, but I didn't let them.  One of them is
a huge son of a gun, and he went to confront my father.  I'll never know
what he said to him or if he threatened him in any way, but my father
gladly signed a court order giving legal guardianship to Gary and Stan.  My
father died a few years later in a drunken brawl, and they adopted me.
Ron, I couldn't ask for better parents.  Here's the best part of the story.
Gary was my football coach in high school."

He paused to let that all sink in.  His face registered utter despair as I
started to laugh uncontrollably.

"Please don't laugh at me," he pleaded.

"I love you, you jerk.  I'm not laughing at you.  I'm laughing at life's
continuing ironies.  When I was in high school, I had a mad crush on my
coach, Bob Fellows.  After my mother died, my dad was a hermit for many
months, but suddenly he started dating.  One night he confessed that he was
madly in love.  He shocked me by telling me that his love was for a man.
The next night his lover came to dinner and it was my coach.  He
subsequently moved in with us and, like you, I have two dads.  Can you
imagine what a hoot it will be when they meet, especially the two high
school coaches?"

We both started to laugh.  Then we began giggling like school girls.

Suddenly Johnny grew serious.  "Make love with me," he pleaded.

We both undressed at the speed of light.  "Lie down," I commanded.  I want
to do all the work, and you can do the work next time."  Johnny lay down on
his back and I laid myself down on top of him.  I had to push his cock to
face up or it would have jabbed through my abdomen.  I remembered the trip
around the world that Bob had given me when he took my virginity and I
tried to emulate.  This time I had no time restrictions and I was with the
love of my life.  For more than an hour I licked every square inch of his
hard as rock body.  I didn't take him into my mouth until he was pleading
with me.  I licked and sucked until his moans of pleasure became almost
deafening.  Whenever I felt his balls constrict, I stopped and did not
resume sucking him until his quest for orgasm had subsided.

When I felt that I had teased him enough, I took some lube from my shaving
kit which was on the dresser.  I greased his cock and my ass until the tube
was empty.  I sat down atop his masculine frame and placed his cockhead on
my crack.  Slowly I lowered myself on him.  Amidst great pain, I felt his
huge rod entering me, filling my love hole.  When he was fully inside of
me, I sat still, allowing the pain to become pleasure.  Little by little I
began to move up and down on his rod.  Then after awhile, when I moved
down, he thrust up.  Our rhythm became a steady waltz of love.  His breath
grew short.  I began to gasp.  Our orgasms were building and they were
close.  Suddenly, Johnny stopped thrusting and I could feel my insides
being filled with his juice, the juice of my lover.  I cannot describe the
joy.  My ass began to constrict around his cock as I came also, shooting
cum all over his chest and chin and even some on his lips.

I collapsed on top of him.  I could hear my cum squishing between us.  I
began to cry and I realized that he was crying also.

"Why are you crying?" he asked me.  "Was I too big for you?"

"No, no. You could never be too big for me.  I'm crying because I am so
happy.  I love you so much.  But why are you crying?"

"For the same reason, my dearest friend.  For the same reason."

We spent the next three days making love at every opportunity.  We bought
out all the lube in the drug store.  It wasn't long before our asses
accommodated our pricks easily, and we used less lube for more pleasure.
We couldn't wait for our dads to arrive.

Johnny's fathers were the first to arrive.  We were introduced and Johnny
told him about us and I told them about my two dads.  They embraced me and
cried for joy.

When my dads arrived, Bob and Gary immediately embraced each other.  They
knew each other from inter mural events, but neither had known that the
other was gay.  We all jabbered away, hardly believing the coincidence.
Finally Bob and Gary said that they wanted to say hello to our football
coach, who was a friend to both of them.  As far as they both knew, he was
straight.

The six of us had a wonderful weekend together.  Our dads did not live very
far apart and promised to get together often.  We all bonded together as a
family which was a good thing because Johnny and I had every intention of
spending the rest of our lives together.