Date: Thu, 23 Oct 2014 12:34:26 -0700
From: T Baron <hgo469@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Welcome Wagon

The Welcome Wagon
© 2012 by hgo469@yahoo.com
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WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!

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If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories which depict sex
between boys, men or boys and men or live in a jurisdiction where
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still living there and] exit now.

This story is fiction; any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure
coincidence, nothing more; however, some of the fruits of my imagination do
get their start from things that happened in the past, either to me or to
someone I know. Since this is fiction, SAFE SEX isn't required; however, in
real life there are too many things out there to take that sort of chance.

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	The company I had been working for over the past couple of years
was starting to expand and my boss had been asked if any of his people
might be interested in transferring to one of the new locations. I was
still living at home, the price was right, but when you are 23 years old
you really don't want to keep having to tell your mother where you are
going every time you leave the house. When Mr. Roberts asked me if I was
interested in a transfer I didn't even bother to ask where, I just told him
"YES!"
	Well that was six weeks ago – I had been here for over two weeks
already and yesterday I moved into my first place that was really my own. I
had found a nice mobile home that the owners were anxious enough to sell
that the price was down to something that I could afford to buy outright
with just part of the money I had inherited from my grandfather last
year. They even threw in most of the furniture. It felt a bit strange last
night when I thought about it – I didn't need to explain my coming and
going to anyone – I was truly out on my own.
	The contractor building our new outlet was running about six weeks
behind the estimated time when it would be ready for us to open for
business, but that just gave me a bit more time to try to find a couple of
additional employees and get them trained in the one store we already had
in town. Oh yeah, we handled about half a dozen different kinds of cell
phones as well as a few inexpensive laptop computer brands. I had received
a degree in computer sciences and the company seemed to feel that that made
me an expert, or at least enough of an expert to run one of their new
stores. I had always been fairly good at things like computer repairs so
now I was going to have my own store. For sure this meant that once the
store was opened I was going to be spending more time in the store than
anywhere else, but at the moment I didn't care. Besides, right now I didn't
really have much to do so I could devote all my attention to getting
settled into my new neighborhood.
	It was Saturday morning and I was just finishing putting away the
last of the kitchen items that my mother had given me when the doorbell
rang. My first visitor? I hadn't expected anyone so I was still running
around in just a rather tight Speedo that really didn't leave much to the
imagination.
	"Just a moment," I shouted in the direction of the front door and
ran into the bedroom to grab my robe before answering the door.
	When I opened the door I saw a woman about my mother's age standing
there looking down at a clipboard. "Are you Ms Leslie Jones?" she asked
before looking up at me. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry, the paper I have only
said Leslie Jones and I didn't look before I spoke." Her face was turning a
bright red.
	"Don't worry, you aren't the first person to do that. I guess my
parents were hoping for a girl." I laughed a bit to give her a chance to
catch her breath and start over. "But you are at least partially right, I
am Mr. Leslie Jones."
	She smiled. "I'm Joan West from the Apple Heights Welcome Wagon
Association. It says that you just moved in and we wanted to bring you a
few little gifts from the local merchants to welcome you to our community."
She beckoned to someone and I saw a rather large box came around to the
front porch. The box was being carried by two teenage boys who then sat it
on the stoop. "Is there a Ms Jones here too?" she then asked.
	I heard what she had been saying but the sight of the two teenagers
was such that I wasn't really paying a whole lot of attention at first.
Then what she had said registered and I said, "The only Ms Jones I know is
my mother and she still is rather old-fashioned, she still prefers to be
called Mrs. Jones." I smiled.
	She turned away to address the boys, "Leave that other box in the
car," she called. Then she turned back to me, "Some people claim that
newcomers to our town need to add a room just to hold all the stuff that we
give to them, but our local merchants tend to be rather generous. The
second box is mostly stuff for the lady of the house, now if you have a
girlfriend or would like it I can leave it with you as well."
	"Ah, thanks, but I don't think I'll be needing any of those things,
at least right away," I said with another smile.
	She reached into the open top of the box and pulled out a couple of
small books. "There are filled with coupons from local merchants," then she
pulled out a small card, "and this is from the newest addition to our local
area. They haven't opened their store in the new strip mall yet but they do
have a store over in Apple Village already opened. They have some very good
deals on cell phones and laptops if you need one."
	I chuckled just a bit. "Now that is one business I know very well
already," I said, "I'm the new manager for that new store."
	"Then I guess you won't be needed an introduction to that one," she
said with a bit of a smile of her own. "I live over on the next street and
if there is anything that my boys or I can do to help you get settled in
just let me know."
	The only think I could think of was some things that I for sure
wasn't going to be telling her, but those two boys – now that was a
completely different matter. The boys appeared to be about 16 and they
looked like they had been poured into the t-shirts they were wearing. Both
boys had on shorts but while one was wearing tennis shoes and athletic
socks the other only had on a pair of rubber sandals.
	"I certainly will, Mrs. West," I said, my mind still undressing her
sons.
	"And please just call me Joan, everyone does, we don't stand on too
much formality around here."
	She turned and headed back toward her car, actually a pick-up
truck, but around here that seemed to be the car of choice a good part of
the time. She didn't seem to pay a lot of attention to the fact that
neither of the boys had joined her in the truck, she just drove off down
the street.
	Once she had turned the corner and was out of sight the two boys
came over to where I was still standing, looking at that rather large box
on the stoop. Just getting it inside was going to be a job.
	"Would you like to have some help getting that thing inside?" one
of them asked. "It really did take both of us to carry it up this far."
	"Mom does seem to have a knack for getting everyone to provide
things for the Welcome Wagon lady, that 's for sure," the other added.
	I nodded my agreement and together they carried the box into the
living room.
	"Since mom didn't get around to giving you our names I guess it's
up to me. I'm Jim and that ugly one over there is my little brother John."
Jim was the one who was only wearing sandals.
	"Look who's calling someone ugly," John said as he punched his
brother on the shoulder. "And we're both going to be Juniors in high school
this year."
	"Yeah, but you are still nine-and-a-half months younger than me."
	I didn't say anything but up until that moment I had thought they
were twins.
	Almost as if he were reading my mind John said, "If you hadn't said
anything he probably would have thought we were twins." He looked at me and
smiled a bit.
	"You're right about that," was all I could think of to say at the
moment – I was getting tongue-tied just looking at this two beautiful
young men.
	"Is there anything else we can help you with right now Mr. Jones?"
Jim asked.
	"Let's start out right, my name is Les – just like I told your
mom, the only Mr. Jones is my father and right now he is over a thousand
miles away from here. Now I can't think of anything, besides which doesn't
your mom need you to help carry some more of those Welcome Wagon boxes?"
	"You were the only one on the list today, so we're free for the
rest of the day."
	"So am I," I said quickly, wondering just where that was going to
go. "My store isn't ready for me to start stocking and the construction
guys don't work on week-ends. What is there for a newcomer to do around
here? Back home I would head off to the beach or visit with friends, only I
don't know anyone around here."
	"Well, we don't have a beach near here, but there is the pool
beside the clubhouse here in the park – that is if you don't mind having
to share it with an endless parade of rug-rats," John said with a smile.
	"You aren't all that far removed from being a rug-rat yourself,"
his brother said.
	"I think I'll pass on the public pools, at least for the moment,
what do the guys your age do?"
	The two boys exchanged glances and smiles. "Mostly hang out with
friends at the mall or the teen center downtown. You know, playing
basketball and stuff like that, and then later go to the movies, or if you
have a car the drive-in."
	"You mean the passion pit," Jim added.
	"Maybe I'll just stay home, read a book, watch some TV, and relax –
moving isn't easy. Besides if I don't go out I don't have to finish getting
dressed." My rode had slowly worked itself open enough that the boys could
see that the only thing I have on under it was the Speedo so I shrugged the
robe off my shoulders.
	Try as they might the boys couldn't hide the fact that they were
both visually exploring my almost naked body. I guess I couldn't really
blame that for that matter. I was 23 years old, 5'10" and about 140 lbs, I
was no body-builder, but I knew that my hairless body was very well put
together, I tried to go out for a jog at least twice a week. My hair was
sort of a dirty-blond and cut fairly short. All in all I felt that there
was nothing that I needed to be ashamed about when anyone looked me
over. Oh yeah, and the basket that my Speedo showed wasn't anything to be
ashamed of either – I had about 8 inches of solid cock that always
seemed to show that it was cut when it started to grow, even when it wasn't
right out there in public, much like it was at the moment.
	As I looked more closely at the two boys I began to see the little
things that said that Jim was a bit older, more physically mature, but you
had to look carefully. For sure they were brothers, but far from
identical. Jim was 5'9" while John was about an inch shorter – they must
have each weighed about 125 to 130. Their hair was brown, but bleached a
bit from being out in the sun a lot already this spring and summer and
their brown eyes were set deep in their faces behind rather prominent high
cheek bones.
	"I'd off you a soda if I had any, but the only thing I managed to
stock in the refrigerator so far is beer."
	"That's okay, we drink beer," John said quickly.
	"What would your mother say if you came home with beer on your
breath?" I asked.
	"Hell, she'd never even notice, by now she is already on her second
brew before lunch."
	I guess my reaction was a bit more obvious than I had thought.
	"She is the neighborhood lush."
	"And the neighborhood gossip," Jim added.
	"What about your dad? How does he feel about all of this?"
	"Who knows, he disappeared about 14 years ago."
	What the hell I thought, a beer isn't going to hurt either of them,
they only live in the next block so it isn't as if they were going to have
to drive home. I pulled three beers out, popped the tops and handed one to
each of the boys.
	"Thank Les," they said together, and then we all touched the cans
together in a toast before taking a deep pull on the ice cold brews.
	"Do you mind if we get comfortable?" John asked.
	I just nodded, I was afraid to say anything, I could only hope that
he meant what I was hoping he meant.
	He did.
	The boys put their drinks on the counter and pulled of their
t-shirts. I felt Mr. Happy starting to press up against the spandex that
covered my crotch. I knew that they had to notice but neither of them said
a thing. John kicked off his shoes and then pulled off the athletic socks
that had covered his feet while Jim just stepped out of his sandals and
then opened the waistband on his shorts so that they dropped to the floor
around his ankles. He was wearing a bikini brief was really underscored the
word brief while John just stood there watching his brother undress.
	"I told you that you shouldn't have gone commando today," Jim said,
then he looked up at my face, I guess my look of amazing said a lot about
what I was thinking. "When we are the only ones at home, or at least the
only ones who aren't passed out drunk, we tend to wear little or nothing –
mostly nothing – around the house."
	"Hey man, I didn't have any clear briefs – besides, I didn't
know that you were going to be doing a strip-tease."
	"Ready for everything, that's my motto," Jim said with a smile.
	"Mine too," his brother said as he opened the waistband of his
shorts and let them fall to the floor.
	I was trying, with very little success, to prevent my jaw from
dropping open as John stood there, stark naked. His uncut 7.5 inch cock was
starting to show just a bit of reaction as it began to rise slowly from the
totally hairless groin to which it was attached. His cock and balls were
surrounded by a leather cock-ring and ball separator that had enhanced his
basket somewhat, not that it needed the assistance.
	Not to be overshadowed by his younger brother, Jim ran his fingers
down his sides until they encountered the waistband of his briefs and then
he pull down on them slightly until they started to slide down this smooth
thighs at which point he released them and they fell to his ankles just
like his brother's shorts were.
	From knees to navel the two boys really were identical, Jim's groin
was also totally smooth while his cock and balls were encased with the same
sort of cock-ring and ball separator. I suddenly remembered that the two
boys must have been looking at my reactions and I pulled my gaze from from
their crotches to their faces. Both of them were showing what I can only
call a 'shit-eating' grin.
	Meanwhile my own cock was starting to strain against the fabric
that encased it, a quick glance down told me that even a blind man would be
able to see how I was reacting to the magnificent display that the boys
were putting on in front of me.
	Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound, I thought. I ran my
fingers inside the waistband of the Speedo and started to lower it, only to
run into a little problem, my now rigid man-tool was caught in the
waistband and I couldn't seem to get it free.
	"How about we give you a bit of help with that?" John said as both
boys stepped over beside me. Each of them placed a hand in the front
waistband of my Speedo and pulled it out enough that my cock was finally
able to slip free and slap back up against my groin while together the
three of us managed to pull my Speedo down around my ankles.
	One of the boys now wrapped his hand around my rigid member while
the other started to pinch first one and then the other of my nipples. I
didn't say anything, I was just concentrating on keeping from having my
knees buckling. Now the boys both dropped to their knees and each of them
placed his mouth on either side of my erection while one cupped my rapidly
swelling nuts in his hand – at the same time the other had started
running his hand up and down my ass-crack until he stopped directly on top
of the puckered rosebud of my anus which he then started to massage as he
pressed against it, attempting to gain entry.
	I looked down at the two boys as slowly they moved around enough
that one of them was able to take the head of my cock into his mouth,
clamping his lips around the glans as he started running his fingers up and
down the insides of my thighs. Meanwhile his brother had repositioned
himself behind me and while using his hands to spread wide my ass-cheeks he
began to run his tongue up and down the crack of my ass, concentrating much
of his attention on that tightly clenched rosebud that lead inside me.
	One of the hands that had been running up and down my thighs now
changed its focus and cupped my now low-hanging nuts as they swelled from
the cum that was starting to churn inside them, ready to force its way
out. I hadn't cum in about 48 hours and it really felt like I hadn't cum in
weeks – I knew that it wasn't going to take very long for these two sexy
teens to coax the prize that I was sure they wanted out of me and into
which ever one of them it was that was working so diligently to bring me to
a massive climax.
	I felt the head of my cock push up against the back of the oral
cavity that was holding it prisoner, then suddenly his throat seemed to
open and at once my man-tool was down inside the boy's throat, his lips
pressing tightly against my pubic bush while his brother managed to work
his tongue in past my sphincter – I knew that I was in heaven. I was
beginning to worry about the boy with my cock in his throat – the
sensation was fantastic, only I didn't want him to die from lack of oxygen,
so I was about to try pushing him back when he pulled back on his own
allowing him to gulp down a couple of breaths before he once again dove
back onto the fleshy pillar that once again filled his throat.
	Suddenly I knew, there was no longer any holding back, my nuts were
ready, my orgasm was going to happen. I shouted with the combined pleasures
provided by the two boys and then I felt the first blast run up and out,
directly from my cock into his open throat. Quickly he swallowed it down
and then pulled back just enough so that the next load was captured in his
mouth where he could taste it before swallowing. Load after load of my hot
man-juice poured into the sucking mouth before me while his brother never
stopped in his attack on my anal entryway. I was in heaven.
	It was as my last couple of trickles of jism flowed from my
love-pole into his greedy mouth that my knees finally surrendered and I
collapsed on the floor – the two teens still holding tightly to me now
sweat soaked body. I felt that I was exhausted, like I had just gone ten
rounds with a heavy-weight contender.
	Slowly the boys rolled away slightly, but still lay there well
within reach. I sat up slightly and then bent back down, my now open mouth
grasping the still rigid cock in front of me. A long string of pre-cum
stretched from his cock into my open mouth. I pressed forward just a bit
more and managed to capture the head of that beautiful boy-meat in my
mouth.
	"You don't have to do that," he said as I started to work my tongue
up and down the still rock-hard meat in front of me.
	I pulled back enough that I was able to reply, "'Have' doesn't have
anything to do with it, I want to do it." I dove back onto the cock and
went back to work. I knew that it wasn't going to take very long, I could
already feel his nuts churning. It couldn't have been more than thirty
second later that he began to paint the back of my throat with his hot
boy-cream and then suddenly I felt something else – his brother was
standing directly over both of us and shooting his own load of cum onto
both of us. I managed to capture all of his juices, swallowing as quickly
as I could and then when his orgasm subsided I scooped up a few fingers of
his brother's cum as well. Together we were a somewhat sticky mess, but for
sure we had had a great start on what ended up being a rather long and
loving relationship.
	It was about six months later that Joan decided that she wanted to
see what the world looked like without having to be filtered through a
glass filled with amber fluids. The boys asked if they could stay with me
while their mother tried to dry out – I'm sure you know what I said.
	In any case Joan was in rehab for almost six months and when she
came back she was a whole different person, right down to the new husband
that she had met and married while still taking the cure. Joan's new
husband convinced her that she should be the one to move only neither of
the boys wanted to move away just as they were getting ready to start their
last year of high school.
	Suddenly I had two teenage 'sons' who wee only about six years
older than me – to anyone who might have been nosy about it each of the
boys had his own room, only I had manged to squeeze a custom made bed into
the biggest bedroom so there was plenty of room for all of us. That was ten
years ago – now I own a dozen stores of my own and both John and Jim
each have a couple more – some people wonder why the three of us are
still living in that small mobile home – how can we explain that we all
owe it to the Welcome Wagon?

The End