Date: Thu, 22 May 2003 16:35:09 -0400
From: Johnny Smile <johnnysmile@ureach.com>
Subject: Roman

Roman was a thirty-six year old man who missed his sons terribly.  They'd
been at boarding school for nearly four months and they were due home that
very afternoon.  He couldn't wait.

Roman Wellington was a very wealthy man.  His parents had been in the top
earning bracket for the world, and they'd died in an awful automobile
accident when he was thirteen.  Since then he'd been the sole heir to his
family's very considerable fortune.  While not in the top any longer, his
investors kept him well beyond comfortable.  His manor in the English
countryside drew visitors in and of itself.

He'd worried early on in his youth that he'd have no heirs of his own
should something befall him the same as his parents, so at nineteen he
sought out a surrogate mother to have and give up a child for him.  She was
an immigrant from Yugoslavia, who agreed to have Roman's child and
relinquish all parental rights and responsibilities in exchange for full
citizenship in England.  Roman paid all the fees and managed to push the
process through just before his first son was born.

Alton Wellington was a happy, adventurous baby.  He inherited his mother's
brown hair and stocky frame, but Roman's deep eyes and aquiline nose.  His
smile was something unique, neither his mother or father had had the bright
grin Alton seemed to always wear.

When the boy was about one and a half, Roman decided it would be good to
have a second child.  As an only child himself, Roman had always wanted a
sibling.  He figured the boy would need a mate to keep him humble, someone
to share his background, considering Roman knew his upbringing would be
unconventionally pampered.

Roman found another immigrant woman, this time from Spain.  She wanted to
move to England, and Roman arranged it the same as before.  The woman bore
him another healthy son.  Connor Wellington was an inquisitive, thoughtful
child.  His hair was black as midnight, his skin a pale gold.  His eyes
were green, like Roman's own, but shaped identically to his mother's.  He
had his mother's slight build, too.

Roman doted on his boys their entire life.  He had no job, and spent all
his time raising them to the best of his ability.  He had therapists and
teachers and nannies helping him at all times, too.  He wanted to make sure
he gave them a good head start, raising them right.

He sent the boys to a boarding school when they reached the appropriate
age.  He knew how important socialization was to a maturing young man, and
knew that, as difficult as it was to give up his boys, they needed other
input about the world, different experiences for themselves.  So he found
the best school money could buy and sent them off.  They were gone for
three and a half months at a time, with a three-week break at home between
each.

Finally, today, Roman's boys were coming home.  He'd had the maid make up
their rooms, had the chef prepare their favorite meals.  They wanted for
nothing when they were home, just as Roman thought his boys deserved.  He
loved them more than anything, and he wanted them to have everything they
wanted in life.

He heard the front door open and nearly ran downstairs.  Someone was home
early!  He rounded the hallway to the landing at the top of the giant
spiral staircase in the foyer, and saw his youngest below.

Connor was fifteen now, nearly as tall as his father.  His black hair was
groomed impeccably, straight and longish.  It hung down past the tops of
his ears, which Roman found endearing.  His green eyes sparkled under the
black strands, and his grin was infectious.

Roman hurried downstairs to his boy and grabbed him in a fierce hug, which
Connor returned.  "Welcome home."  Roman greeted, finally holding his son
at arm's length.

"Hi Dad."  Connor smiled, melting his father's heart.  There was a touch of
stubble at the point of his chin.

"What's this?"  Roman asked, rubbing his thumb over Connor's chin.  "Are
you shaving already?"

Connor nodded, his cheeks growing red.  "Yeah.  Looks good, doesn't it?"
He grinned again.

Roman nodded.  "You're getting to be a man, aren't you?"

Connor shrugged.  "It's just a little.  I shaved it all.  It's no big
deal."

"It is, too."  Roman disagreed.  "It looks nice on you."  Connor blushed
again.  Roman put his arm around his son and led him into the parlor, where
a maid had set out drinks and snacks.  They both knew Connor's luggage
would appear in his room when he was ready for it, though the servants in
the manor were from the old school, where they were often not seen at all.

Connor excused himself to use the bathroom, and Roman poured a Coke for his
son, setting it down just as Connor returned.  His shirt was untucked from
his slacks and his tie was loosened.  He carried his jacket in his hand,
which he tossed to a couch as he re-entered the room.

"Come here."  Roman commanded, gesturing his son forward.  Connor smiled,
and straddled his father's lap, facing his Dad.  He put his arms around his
neck, and Roman's hands went to his son's trim waist.  "I missed you,
baby."  He delicately kissed his son's lips.

Connors mouth opened slightly, and Roman ran his tongue over the soft,
pliant lips.  He kissed deeper, sliding his tongue further into his son's
mouth, until he met Connor's with a soft push, their saliva mingling.

Parting, Roman watched his youngest lick his lips.  "I missed you, too,
Daddy."  Roman's blood surged at the endearment, used only in intimate
situations like this.  Connor leaned forward again and kissed his father.
This time, his body pressed into Roman's and he could feel the heat of his
young son through the thin dress shirt.

While kissing, Roman took Connor's tie in hand and slid the knot loose,
pulling the tie off.  His fingers found the buttons of his son's shirt and
began unbuttoning them.  Connor's kisses became more insistent, and his
mouth slipped from his father's to kiss Roman's chin, cheek, ear, neck,
anywhere on his father's bare skin.

Roman reveled in his son's attention, finally freeing the last button.
Connor sat back and let his father open his shirt, beginning to fumble at
Roman's own shirt buttons.  Roman pushed the shirt from his son's
shoulders, revealing a very fine downy layer of pale hair across his chest.

"What's this?"  Roman demanded, running his fingers across the velvet of
his baby boy's body.  "You leave me for four months and suddenly you've
grown into a big man?"

Connor shrugged.  "It just sort of happened."  He bit his lip, his body
more rigid.  "Do you like it?"

Roman laughed, realizing his son's nervousness at his body's maturation.
"Connor, I love it!"  Roman leaned forward and kissed Connor's chest.
"It's beautiful."  He rubbed his lips and nose across the baby-fine hair on
his fifteen-year-old's chest, inhaling his young musk.  "You're beautiful."

Connor shrugged his shirt to the floor.  "I wasn't sure you would.  But I'm
glad you do, 'cause I do, too."

Roman lifted from his son's chest to kiss him again.  "How could you think
I wouldn't love this?  You're beautiful, and I love you.  Even if you
turned into a gardener, I'd think you were the most beautiful man in the
world."  Connor laughed at his Dad's joke: his head gardener was just about
the hairiest man they'd all ever seen.

Connor leaned back to grab the Coke his father had poured him, and Roman
returned to licking his son's chest.  He ran his tongue through the
ultra-soft fuzz, tickling Connor's nipples into points.  Roman lifted his
son's arm, running his fingers through the dark underarm fuzz.  "You've
just got it coming out all over, don't you?"  Roman teased, leaning forward
and nibbling some of the soft hair.

"That's been there for a long time now, Dad."  Connor sighed, setting his
drink back down.  "You know that."

Roman grinned.  "Yeah, but it tastes different now."  He lowered his voice
dramatically.  "Like a man."  He tossed Connor to the side playfully, the
boy landing in the center of the mammoth, overstuffed couch.  Roman crawled
on top of his son, kneeling between his legs, and returned to licking his
body.

"That looks like fun."  A voice said behind them.  Roman looked back and
found his eldest Alton standing in the doorway, his school uniform still
crisp and clean.  Alton's brown hair had lightened from the summer sun, and
his face had broadened, his jaw much more square than in recent years.  His
brown eyes crinkled at the edges as he smiled at his family's position.
Alton's shoulder's seemed extra wide in proportion to his waist.

Roman jumped up from the couch and hugged his eldest tightly.  "Welcome
home, sweetie."  He kissed his son fiercely, demanding entrance to his warm
mouth.  Alton happily obliged his father, kissing him back with equal
fervor.

They broke, and Roman led Alton to the deep couch.  He snatched up his
brother's drink, taking a healthy swig.  "I was just inspecting your
brother's new chest hair."  Roman explained, sitting between his boy's legs
and reaching out to stroke his belly.

Alton set the drink back down and sat behind Connor's head, rubbing his
little brother's chest with both hands.  "It's nice."  He smiled, leaning
down to kiss Connor.  Roman watched as Connor's hand went up behind Alton's
head, pulling him closer.  Their lips pressed together, their tongues
entwining.  Roman could honestly say there was nothing in this world that
made him happier than to watch his boys kiss each other.  They seemed to
genuinely love each other, and didn't fear showing it.

Parting, Alton rubbed Connor's chest as the boy lay back with his head in
Alton's lap.  Roman absently stroked Connor's belly, twirling the thin hair
beneath his navel.  "Finally, you're getting some fuzz on your chest."
Alton teased.  "Dad and I've been waiting for you to catch up forever."
Connor didn't respond, but reached up and began tugging his big brother's
tie loose.  Roman watched Connor's hands pull the tie free from the collar
of the shirt but leave it on him, and then began unbuttoning the shirt.
Alton just smiled and let his brother have free reign.

Finally opening the shirt from his upside-down position, Alton shrugged it
off, and Connor's hands reached up to stroke the burly, fuzzy chest.  Alton
had more chest hair, being seventeen.  His body was stacked with muscle,
since he'd been on the cricket, water polo, and sculling teams at his
school.  His body had bulked in the last year, and his brother and father
were both still adjusting to his new stature.

"You're beautiful."  Connor said, twirling his big brother's chest hair.

"No, you're beautiful."  Alton teased.

"Don't argue."  Roman interrupted.  "You're both equally beautiful in
different ways."  He smiled, rubbing his hand over the swollen bulge on the
front of Connor's pants.  "Connor, baby, can I?"

Connor smiled.  "Yeah, definitely."  His own hands went to his brother's
belt, loosening it as his father did the same to him.

Alton hummed.  "I've been looking forward to this forever."  He smiled,
stroking his brother's cheek.  "Nothing like coming home."

Roman managed to open his son's fly first, tugging his pants down to mid
thigh before rubbing his nose and lips across the tight white briefs,
stretched to bursting trying to contain the hard penis inside.  He bit
softly on the shaft, drawing a squeak from Connor.  Roman smiled to himself
and grabbed the waistband of his boy's underwear, tugging them down as
well, revealing Connor's glory.

Roman marveled at Connor's dick.  It was long and firm, a good six and a
half inches.  The black curls around the base weren't spread far, but were
dense and glossy.  He tangled his fingers through it, scratching the
sweating flesh above his dick.  His other hand cupped Connor's nuts,
rolling them gently.  One finger slipped back to tickle the bottom of his
ass.

Roman heard Alton suck in a breath and looked up to see Connor's hand
slipped fully inside his brother's white boxers.  Alton had raised to his
knees, pushing his pants down slowly.  Connor's hand was lost up to the
wrist, and Roman could tell he was slowly pulling the older boy's dick.
Alton, shifting his weight from knee to knee, managed to get his pants down
to his ankles without losing Connor's hand from his groin.  He crawled
forward, straddling Connor's head, and the younger boy raised his head,
burying his face between the strapping thighs of his big brother.

Roman, still absently stroking Connor, watched him use his free hand to
pull Alton's shorts to the side enough that his heavy balls dropped onto
his face.  Connor nuzzled them, before opening his mouth wide and sucking
the pair between his lips.  His tongue slipped out a few times, rolling the
fuzzy nutsack around and around in his mouth.  Alton's eyes mere focused on
Roman's hands, playing with Connor's dick.

"You gonna use that, or can I?"  He asked his father.  Roman realized he'd
been toying with Connor's dick without actually doing anything, and offered
it up to Alton.  The older boy smiled, and leaned forward, eagerly taking
the upraised shaft all the way into his mouth.

Connor moaned loudly, his mouth still full of his brother.  Roman held the
boy's shaft up, and Alton sucked it gladly.  He ran a hand through his
oldest boy's hair, his heart swelling with pride at his loving boys.  He
knew most people would think this was the worst thing he could have done
with his kids, but he figured if this was what made them more loving, more
giving, and more respectful, of themselves and each other, then it was a
success.

Alton lifted off, licking his lips.  "You want some?"  He asked Roman.  The
man quickly sucked the head of Connor's dick into his mouth, rubbing his
tongue around the underside, tasting a fresh burst of precum explode onto
his taste buds.

Alton straightened upright, and pulled back from Connor, his nuts pulling
free of Connor's mouth wit an audible pop.  Connor ran a hand over his
mouth and looked down to watch his Dad diligently sucking him off.  "God,
Daddy, that's so good..."  He squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his head
back to the couch.

Alton stood from the couch and stripped his shoes, socks, pants and boxers
off.  He left the tie on for fun, and stood watching his family for a
moment.  Roman looked up and beamed with pride at his brawny elder son.
Alton's body was powerfully built, his chest wide and defined, his belly
flat with clearly separated abs.  The pale blonde-brown hair that danced
across his chest ran down his rippling belly and blossomed again around a
meaty cock that stood straight out.  His dick was bigger than Connor's by
an inch, and thicker than both Connor and Roman, a joy not left unexplored
by them all.

Pulling a pillow down from the side of the couch, Alton lifted Connor up
slightly, placing the thing under Connor's back.  Alton crawled back into
position straddling his little brother, but this time pulled Connor's head
back farther and slid his thick meat all the way into Connor's mouth.

Connor's hands reached up to grab Alton's waist, and helped guide him back
and forth, slipping the fat shaft in and out of his mouth.  He pushed
forward and held it in, letting Connor swallow the head completely, his
throat spasming around the invading dick, before pulling back so Connor
could lap at the engorged head.

Roman licked Connor's nuts, nibbling the very base of his sensitive dick.
It took only a moment for Roman to decide what he wanted, before slipping
his arms below the boy's knees and lifting them, exposing a tender, sweet
hole barely fuzzed with fine dark hair.  Roman kissed it delicately,
licking the sensitive flesh.  Connor's legs twitched anxiously, and the
hole squeezed tightly for a moment.  Roman licked again, forcing his tongue
into it as best he could.  The tight sphincter dilated enough to get his
long tongue in, and he wriggled it before pulling out and lapping up the
sweaty crack of Connor's ass again.

Another glance over Connor's prick showed the boy still swallowing his big
brother's sword, Alton blissfully pumping his meat down Connor's throat.
"Oh, Connor, you're the best..."  Alton sighed blissfully, pulling out and
feeding his brother his nuts again.  Connor gripped Alton's hips and pulled
him forward farther, his lips straining for a taste of his big brother's
asshole.

Roman leaned up and kissed Alton, before returning to his youngest's cock.
The boy's dick was pouring clear juice freely, and Roman knew he must be
close to cumming, his young libido always ready.  Roman gripped the shaft
in one hand, stroked his nuts in the other, and lapped greedily at the last
two inches of his boy's dick.  Connor whimpered, his stomach rising and
falling quickly, and with a cry muffled by his big brother's strapping
thighs, Connor flooded his father's mouth.

Roman didn't change a single stroke of his technique as the dark-haired boy
blasted shot after shot of young creamy spunk into his mouth.  He
swallowed, letting the eruption fill his mouth over and over, savoring the
taste of teenage spunk on his tongue.  Connor pulled painfully on Roman's
hair, trying to drive deeper into his mouth, but Roman resisted, knowing
that he was creating even more pleasure for his boy this way.  Eventually
the tide subsided, and the boy's fingers relaxed in his hair.

Roman licked the shaft of any last traces of the delicious semen, and
rubbed the inside of the boy's golden thighs.  "That was...so intense!"
Connor laughed as Alton backed off him again.

"You rode it pretty hard, baby."  Roman agreed, kissing the inside of
Connor's leg, then his nuts.  "But it was pretty good on my end, too."

"You like eating that stuff, don't you Dad."  Alton smirked.

Roman smiled.  "When it's from you two, you bet I do."

"I do, too."  Connor said, rolling over and grabbing Alton's prick around
the base.  He licked the pearly drop of precum from his big brother's dick,
and washed the head with his tongue.  Roman lifted Connor's leg and buried
his face in his son's ass again.

"Oh, damn, Connor..."  Alton moaned loudly, his hand cupping his little
brother's head and pulling him closer, driving his dick deeper into the hot
mouth.  Roman watched over the round globes of Connor's ass as Alton's face
grew red, his chest beginning to sparkle with perspiration.  "Oh, drink it,
Connor...drink it all!"  Alton barely grunted the last of his words as he
pulled his brother's head close, his young lips buried in the tangle of
brown pubic hair at the base of his erupting dick.  Connor swallowed
thickly, eating all his big brother's creamy semen.

Finally releasing Connor's head, Alton sat back with a heaving sigh.
Connor took a few last sucks, cleaning any remaining sperm caught in the
cracks.  He lay back, resting, and Alton leaned down and kissed him.  "That
was brilliant."  The older boy smiled.

"Now Daddy."  Connor said, indicating their father with a nod of his head.

Roman stroked Connor's lithe legs.  "You boys are so beautiful, and so
sexy.  I missed you."

Alton stood from the couch, and knelt on the floor before his father,
running his hands up and down Roman's strong legs.  "We missed you, too,
Dad."  He kissed his father's thigh repeatedly, steadily trailing the
kisses closer to Roman's groin.  "You and Connor got a mouthful already,
but I'm still hungry."  He winked at his father, and leaned forward,
sucking just the head of Roman's fat dick between his lips.

"Ahh!"  Roman cried out, one hand instinctively grabbing the blonde-brown
curls of his son, the other grabbing Connor's leg.  Connor responded by
sitting up and cuddling close to his father, his hands dancing up and down
Roman's belly.

Alton slid lower down his father's dick, sucking the thick tool deeply.
The burly boy pumped his head up and down vigorously, trying to bring his
father to orgasm as intensely as possible.  Roman panted, his stomach
heaving with wild breaths as he tried to prolong the ecstasy of his oldest
son's ministrations.

"Alton, baby, I'm cumming..."  Roman wheezed, as his boy slowed his sucking
and slid down all the way to the base of his father's cock.  Roman's dick
spasmed, his nuts contracted close to Alton's chin, and the fertile sperm
blasted their way up his penis to spray Alton's throat with slick semen.

Roman panted, his dick finally dribbling the last of his cum into his son's
mouth.  Alton backed off the engorged dick, licking the tip for good
measure before rising to kiss his father on the lips.  "Thanks, Alton."
Roman smiled, tasting his own jizz in his boy's mouth.  Connor, not wanting
to be left out, leaned in and began kissing them both, three tongues
entwined together.

Roman rubbed Alton's sweat-slick chest, the golden brown hair sparkling in
the summer light.  "You boys want to go for a swim?"

Alton grinned, melting his father's heart.  "Always.  I don't want to lose
my edge for the water polo team."  He hefted his arms, flexing the biceps.
Connor reached out and wrapped two hands around one, leaning forward to
kiss the beefy arm.

"You're huge!"  Connor exclaimed, licking the round bicep.  Roman stroked
the other arm, smiling.

"Gotta work out, or I'll lose it, though."  Alton told them.

"Let me know if you need any different equipment in the gym."  Roman said.
"We can always get it for you."

Connor had moved to sucking the sweat from his big brother's underarm, one
hand gripping the giant arm, the other rubbing the rippling belly before
him.

"Thanks, Dad."  Alton grinned, stroking Connor's head.  "Come on, cutie.
Let's go swimming."  Connor stood, letting his big brother hang an arm
around his shoulder, and the two of them wandered out to the back grounds,
where the pool area was.

Roman smiled to himself.  It was nice to have his boys home.