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Subject: Raising Boys 22 Thanks for all your responses to this story. Comments, questions or even criticism are always welcome at hoo Please remember that Nifty needs our donations to continue to provide these wonderful fty/donate.html RAISING BOYS 22 We were ready for Landry's birthday party ? or at least I hoped we were. The caterers were in the kitchen, the bar was stocked, I had all my Speedo boys greeting guests in the foyer, taking parents to the living room for drinks and leading boys to the pool where coach was stationed. The doorbell rang. I sent Ren and Jack to answer it. Wouldn't you know, the first guests were Abby and little Billy. The team mommy's eyes bulged when she saw those two answer the door in Speedos. She could barely speak as she was too busy ogling both hot boys. I swear she was salivating as Ren took Billy's hand and led him to the pool while Jack brought Abby into the living room. Stewart and I greeted her and she asked for a glass of white wine. Stewart poured it for her with his most dazzling smile. I was afraid we might have a hard time getting her horny ass out of here. We were chatting when I heard the doorbell ring again. Within second, Bradley and Casper were bringing Maria and Yarro through the foyer. Maria came to hug Stewart and little Yarro broke free to jump into his arms and start snuggling his face into the pastor's chest. I walked up and thanked Maria for bringing him. She said that she had forgotten that he didn't have swimming trunks and asked if I thought it would be okay for him to swim in his underwear. I told her to talk to Stew for a minute and I took the little boy in my arms. I went upstairs into Landry's room. "How about you wear one of Landry's bathing suits, kiddo?" I asked him. He smiled shyly and nodded. I told him I could take him downstairs and have Maria help him change or I could help him. I was still holding the boy. He put his arms around my neck and kissed my cheek. "You please," he said in that little boy voice. "All righty sport. I stood him on Landry's bed and I knelt beside the bed as I helped him out of his little tiny blue polo shirt and his little khaki shorts. I took off his shoes and socks. Then I asked if he wanted to take off his underwear. He shook his head. "You, please." I snickered and tickled his tummy. He started giggling as I pulled his little underwear off and stood him back on the bed. He had a beautiful mocha uncircumcised penis. The kid honestly looked like a child model. His features were perfect. His eyes were almost black, like his father's. I thought how affectionate his own father must be with him for him to be so uninhibited around a strange man. The kid made no attempt to hide his nudity from me nor did he seem embarrassed in the least. This was a loved child. I put first one foot, then the other through the leg holes of Landry's orange Speedo. Then I pulled them up. I took my hand and tucked his little junk in. When I did, he just giggled and put his arms around my neck. "Welcome to Landry's birthday party," I told him. He reached out his arms and I picked him up. We went down the stairs where I handed the boy to Ren and introduced them. He told me Maria had been taken to the living room and he headed out to the pool with Yarro. I went to Maria to tell her that Yarro's clothes were in Landry's room and I would get them when they finished swimming. Seven or eight more parents had arrived while I was upstairs so I started introducing myself. Everything seemed to be going well. Abby was getting kind of handsy with Stewart but I just gave her a charming smile. I had a feeling if that woman has as many dicks sticking out of her as she'd had stuck into her, she'd probably look like a porcupine. I went over with the intention of rescuing Stewart. When I arrived, she put her hand on my shoulder. "We heard what your son did at his swim practice today," she started. "Oh you mean his fast time? I am a pretty proud dad," I said. "Oh yeah, we heard about that from some of the parents but we also heard about the Speedo thing," she said. With that she let out one of her annoying little giggle. At that point Ren walked up to us. "Ah, there's the big-balled swimmer stud as we speak," she giggled. "Excuse me, Dad," he said, but the baker is here with the cake." I hadn't realized that the cake had not arrived. I excused myself. The cake delivery guy was at the front door. He was a young man who looked as though he was still in high school. "I'm sorry we ran late, Mr. Ross. One of our drivers had an accident this morning and we're running late. I am so sorry. I do apologize..." I interrupted him. "No harm done, kiddo. You got the cake here and I appreciate that. It might be tough getting it through the crowd here. We can bring it in through the garage and get it into the kitchen without being seen. Pull your van up to the garage and I'll meet you there. Stewart walked up at that moment. "Everything all right?" he asked. "Sure thing, guy," I said. "I fucked up and hadn't realized the cake hadn't arrived. The poor little delivery guy was scared to death I'd be mad. Bless his heart. You want to go with me to help him?" We walked out to the garage where the kid was unloading two huge boxes. Six slightly smaller boxes were also in the van. "What kind of birthday cake did you get, dude? Stewart asked. "You know how my baby boy loves cheesecake. I had them make a seven foot long cheesecake in the shape of a `seven'. "Fuck me!" he said. "You know you're spoiling those boys rotten, don't you?" "Stewart, that is what I live for." I was surprised that he pulled me in and gave me a nice kiss right in front of the delivery kid. I thought the kid might be upset but he looked over, gave us a smile, put his thumbs up and said, "Right on, guys!" We put the cheesecake boxes on the rolling table I had bought for the purpose. He rolled it in, following Stewart and me, as we carried the other boxes full of cupcakes, each in its own little box. I had those done as party favors for the boys to receive at the end of the party. We got the cake into the kitchen and the kid assembled onto the rolling table for later. We stacked the cupcake boxes and asked Stewart to remind me to move those into the foyer when things began to wind down. The little guy who had delivered the cake was on his way out the door when I stopped him and shoved a hundred dollar bill into his hand. He looked like he'd won the lottery and he gave me a big, beautiful hug. We looked into the living room. Everything was going great. Jack, Donald and Ren were still there, pouring wine for the guests and charming all of them, particularly the horny moms. "I think they can spare us for a couple of minutes," I said. I nodded for him to follow me up the stairs. He followed me into my bedroom and I closed the doors. He pulled me in for a hug. We just held each other for a couple of silent, really nice minutes. I loved being close to this man. I loved the way he felt and the way he smelled and the way he touched me. I loved the way he loved my boys and loved his boy and loved all the boys around us and the way he had cared for Donald. I loved the way he had selflessly helped Alejandro and his boys. We kissed. "I don't know what's going on, Rob, he said. "I know that I love being here with you and Coach and your boys and Jack and the whole thing. If I've ever been happier, I don't remember it. I have never really thought about whether or not I might be gay. I just really never thought about it. But I'm fairly sure I want to hold you and I love kissing you and I don't know how far I want it to go. I just don't know. I know I'm hard right now and if we didn't have a roomful of barracudas downstairs right now I'd rip your clothes off and throw you on the bed and do something. I'm not even sure what to do, but I'd sure as hell try to do it." "Buddy," I said, "How about we try not to attach labels to what we're feeling. Just know that I'm having the same feelings. I've had some sexual experiences but I never identified as gay either. I don't know whether I'm gay or straight or animal or vegetable or mineral. How about we just agree to relax and see what happens? He smiled and pulled me in for another kiss. He was getting better at this by the minute. "Does that work for you?" I asked. "Works for me, you lovely bastard,"he smiled. He patted my ass as we headed back down to join the shark tank. We rejoined the group who seemed to be enjoying the conversation with the others and the wine. I loved watching Ren and Jack and Donald charming our guests. Casper and Bradley had gone out to give Coach a hand now that most of the boys were in the pool. Jack whispered to me that Bradley had to pull Abby's hand off his crotch as she had tried to cop a feel of his dick. The boy laughed and I knew Bradley was in for some teasing. The doorbell rang again. I thought all our guests had arrived but I could easily have miscounted. I went to the door and found my friend, Gil, holding a huge, brightly wrapped gift for my baby. I hugged him tightly and didn't want to let go. I took him over and introduced him to Stewart and several others. Then Jack spotted him and came running up, embracing him. Jack introduced Gil to Donald. Gil wanted to know where Bradley was and he told him he was at the pool watching boys with Coach. At that point I suggested the boys head on out to the pool if they would like. They were eager to get out to the pool, so they took off, taking Gil with them. The last of the adults were leaving, thanking me for the hospitality and saying they would be back around five to pick up their boys. I looked around for Stew but I didn't see him. I grabbed a beer and headed for the pool when Stew came downstairs, dressed in his swimsuit. I really would have raped him. He followed me out to the pool and Flynn, Landry, and Yarro immediately jumped out of the pool and into our arms. Those three pulled Stewart to the pool and pushed him in, much to the delight of all their friends. I went back into the house and grabbed beers for Coach and Gil, who were sitting at poolside, watching boys. I took them their beers and both thanked me. "Everything okay, Coach?" "Everything's A-OK", he said with a smile. "It's a well-behaved group of kids. I haven't had to drown a single one yet," he chuckled. "Coach, did something happen at swim practice today t hat I don't know about?" I asked. "What makes you think that?" he asked. Gil looked bewildered. "A couple of things," I replied. "The first was that when I got to your pool after leaving Landry, my older son was wearing a different Speedo than when he left home. Secondly, when we left home, I know Jack had escort kocaeli on a Speedo under his athletic shorts because he always does. When I got to the pool, Jack was wearing a pair of athletic shorts and was obviously freeballing. I knew that because I could see those big old smooth nuts swinging around with every move he made. Then a remark from one of the moms here at the party referring to my older son as a `big-balled swimmer stud' was the final clue. What the fuck went down before I got there, Coach?" "Well, Robbie," he began. I'll tell you what happened. And you'll either agree with what I did or be mad as hell at me. I did what I thought was the right thing to do and I'll take your wrath, if you're pissed. When I was ready to start practice, I sent all the boys into the locker room to get ready. Most of them wear their suits under their clothes, but they all have lockers to put their things in while we swim. So Ren joined all the other guys in the locker room. When I got ready to start, Ren wasn't there. I started looking for him and he still wasn't there. That is not like your son. He is always punctual and always obedient. As a matter of fact, he's usually the first in line for everything. Jack was working with a couple of the boys in the pool and I knew something was wrong. I started for the locker room to check on him, I heard one the asshole dads saying, `Where's your worthless rookie, Coach?' The other one said, `Where's your favorite little pussyboy, Coach?' When I walked into the locker room, Ren was there, naked. He said he had taken off his Speedo and had gone into the cubicle to use the bathroom. He said he was only in there for maybe three or four minutes and he came back out to find someone had taken a pair of scissors or a razor and had cut his Speedo in half. The kid was cool as a cucumber, Rob. You'd have been proud of him. Cool as a cucumber. He just said he was trying to figure out what to do. I told him I could send for you and you could run home and get him another swimsuit. Or he could show those assholes who was really a pussyboy. I suggested he walk out of that locker buck naked with his hairy pits and his thick bush and hairy legs and his big boy dick and show them who the pussyboys really were. Ren laughed and asked if I was sure he wouldn't get in trouble. I assured him he would not because I'm in charge in the pool. He stood up and walked right out of there with my around him, naked as a jaybird and proud as a peacock. He acted as if nothing was unusual and he lined up, waiting for the starting whistle. He swam his one hundred meters and had the best time he'd had until we hit that amazing relay leg today. After his initial swim, I sent him and Jack to the locker room and Jack gave him his Speedo. That's why jack was freebaling when you saw him. Those parents were furious, not just that their vile stunt hadn't upset our boy, but that he showed his stuff after they pulled their stunt." "I'm prouder of him for that than I am his amazing time on his relay leg," I said. Gil was wanting to know what was so amazing about the relay leg. Coach proudly filled him in. I could tell Coach was proud of my boy and I was really proud, I think, to know this Coach was taking a special interest in my son. Of course it brought back memories of me and my coach and I hadn't sorted that out yet. I decided to let things go where they would and I was realizing I was beginning to hope Coach would take my kid on as one of his special boys, regardless of what that relationship meant. "Damn," Gil was saying. "That handsome little fucker also has talent." Coach was beaming. "By the way," Coach said, "Rob, I owe you an apology for putting the whole group off on you on the way home. I had to stay around and talk with two of the fathers. I threw the two asshole's kids off the team and told them if they ever put another fucking foot on that property they would be arrested for trespassing and I would prosecute to the full extent of the law." "Goddamn, Coach," I said. "You are the stud. You don't owe me an apology for anything. Ever. I love the way you handled it with Ren. I couldn't be prouder of my boy and I think you've figured out that it makes me proud for him to show off that hot little body. I will never worry about either of my boys as long as you are looking out for them. I trust you implicitly with my sons and I hope you understand my meaning. Now I'm going to grab more beers for all of us. I hugged the coach and held him tightly. No one thought me hugging that big, hairy, masculine man was unusual in any way. That whole story and the thought of my naked boy in front of all those people had me hard as a rock." Coach had finally talked Gil into hitting the pool and was taking him to the guest house to get into a Speedo. They were gone for a while and I wondered what had gone on in that guest house. All the boys seemed to have great fun and all of them loved playing splashdown. Donald and Jack paired up, as did Casper and Stewart and Bradley and Ren to throw the boys. They were all giggling and they went at it until the throwers were all past throwing. The magician did a show every fifteen minutes and the clown was a tremendous hit. All the boys loved him and the balloon animals he made for them. I did notice his eyes kept following Bradley and his bulge around a lot and he always seemed to manage to be close to the well-hung college boy. I thought we could end up with a brawl between Abby and the party clown over big dick Bradley. Actually, I had earlier thought Donald was interested in Bradley but I began to notice that Jack and Donald were spending more time together. Who knew? Who cared? As long as all the guys were safe and careful, it really didn't matter at all. I went in to make sure the caterers were ready to set out the food. They were amazingly efficient and the food looked great and tasted wonderful. All of the older boys helped the young guys fix their plates and carry them to the table. Stewart, Coach, Gil and I served their sodas and juice. It couldn't have gone more smoothly. At the end of the meal, Ren and Jack wheeled out the table bearing Landry's seven-foot cheesecake. The boy went wild. All the boys loved the sparklers that were on the cake and performed a very enthusiastic (if not very musical) rendition of "Happy Birthday to You." By the end of the song Landry was singing to himself with one of his arms around Flynn and the other around Yarro. They looked like three little musketeers and I almost cried watching that beautiful scene. I was glad Stewart saw it too. After snapping some pictures, he walked up and put his arm around my waist, pulling me in close beside him. Most of the boys had brought gifts, in spite of my having suggested they not, so we let Landry open his presents. Ren and Jack helped with handing him each present and making sure he went to each guest and said a "thank you." After a day of proud papa moments with Ren, watching him as he guided and taught Landry made me prouder than any of the others. After hearing about the horrible scene with Donald and his sister, I was determined to do everything I could to ensure my boys would always love and protect each other. Just as we had finished singing the birthday song, the doorbell had rung. Stewart had answered it and he told me it was Michael, the attorney for Donald's father. He told me they would go in the library and to come and get him if I needed him. I assured him we would be fine and I saw him lead the attorney into the library. As parents began to pick up their children, Landry and I were in the foyer, thanking each of them for bringing their boys and giving each a cupcake to take home. There were only a couple of kids left when I opened the door to one of the most handsome young men I had ever seen. I introduced myself and he introduced himself as Javi Valdez who had come to pick up his little brother, Yarro. I insisted he come in and have some cake. I took him out to meet Ren and the other boys and told him I would rejoin the group as soon as the others were gone. I went out to the pool where all the boys were recovering and floating around. Javi had met Ren and Jack and Donald and Bradley and they seemed to be getting along well. Gil and Coach were sitting over on chaises, engrossed in conversation. I was glad they were having some time to get acquainted. I went over to the chair Javi was sitting in at the edge of the pool. He had Flynn on one of his knees and his little brother on the other. I could tell Javi and his brother were very comfortable with one another as Javi stroked his arm or his hair almost continuously. I wondered where Stew was and assumed he was still with the attorney. I thanked Javi for all the work he had done to make my place so beautiful for the party. He was a precious kid, as sweet as he was beautiful. His features were perfect, his complexion was beautiful and his dark black hair was combed perfectly back from his face. He had those almost black eyes like his father and his little brother and he had no detectable accent. His grammar was perfect and he too had that mild scent of pine I found so sexy. I realized his hair was still slightly damp, presumably from a recent shower. I asked if his dad was at home resting. "Oh no, Sir," he said. "Dad is still at Ms. Littlechurch's house working on her lawn. There was much to do but he wanted me to pick up Yarro, so he sent me home early to shower and pick up my brother. He and my other brother are still there and I will join them after I drop Yarro off." "You didn't have to get all cleaned up to come here, son. We're all boys around here and we all know it's all right to get dirty. It can even be fun sometimes," I said. "My dad told me to go home and shower and pick up my brother. I usually don't question what he tells me. He hasn't steered me wrong yet." I'm looking forward to you guys joining us for lunch here tomorrow after church," I told him. "Yes, sir," I am look forward to it, as is my dad. I am sure my brothers will enjoy it too. Your home is very beautiful." "The house is not as beautiful as you made my yard, Javi. I am convinced your father is a genius." "I think he is too, sir, but I know I am not objective. He is a good father and I love him very much." Stewart walked up as we were talking. He greeted Javi warmly. Flynn went to his arms immediately. Javi stood, still holding Yarro and reached out to shake my hand. He said, "Thank you again for having my brother. We look forward to tomorrow and to getting to know your family better." He thanked me for inviting his little brother to Landry's party and for being so kind to him. I told him I was glad he could make kocaeli anal yapan escort it. We walked them to the front door and watched as they drove away. Stew and I walked out to the pool after grabbing beers for ourselves and for Coach and Gil. I set baby boy down. "Daddy, can I get back in the water please?" Landry asked. "Of course you can, son," I replied. "Daddy, are all our guests gone?" he asked. "Yes, son, I think it's pretty much all family now," I replied. "Daddy, can I take off this bathing suit now?" he asked in his very sweetest little voice. I looked at Stew. All the boys in the pool had heard the exchange and started chanting, "skinny-dip, skinny-dip." I looked at Stew. He shrugged. "Go for it, Baby boy, it's your birthday!" I told him. I'm not sure whether he or Flynn was naked first but they both got bare in record time. The next thing I knew Speedos were flying into the air over my pool. Finally a huge pair of purple boxers landed at my feet. I looked to see where they came from. They belonged to the clown, who was naked in the pool with the rest of my boys. I asked Gil and Coach if they might like to hit the hot tub. Both said they would love it so I told them to go for it. Both had earned it after looking after this group of boys all day. As they dropped their towels to climb into the tub, although they were trying to be discrete, Coach had an all-out hardon and Gil's thick cock was damned close. I really wanted to check in with everyone and let them know how very much I appreciated all of them I walked down to the shallow end of the pool where Casper was lying on his back on a float with the clown in the water holding on to the end of the float at the boy's feet. I again introduced myself to the clown. "This is Cliff," Casper said. "He's a senior at our school and he's been to clown school this summer. He'll be on the varsity wrestling team this winter too." I spotted a definite developing boycrush there. The kid looked like he was cute, although he was pretty wet right now and that made it hard to tell. I loved the occasional glimpses of his creamy white butt I got to see occasionally when he would kick his legs. I told the boy there was an envelope bearing his name in the breakfast room and thanked him again. "Oh, thank you, sir. It's been a great day. If you ever need a clown again, I'll be happy to do it and I won't even charge you. I've only been skinny-dipping twice, both times with my dad and my brothers when we were camping. He said he always did it as a kid and he loves it." "Cliff, you are welcome to skinny-dip here anytime as long as it's okay with your dad. Heck, tell your dad to bring you over and you can both skinny-dip!" "Thanks, Mr. Ross." Ren and Bradley were still splashing down Landry and Flynn. The little ones were a tiny bit quieter now, though and I hoped their little voice boxes weren't worn out completely. I walked over to the very end of the pool where Jack and Donald were sitting on the side of the pool, talking quietly. "Am I interrupting anything, guys?" I asked. "I'll be glad to come back later." "No, please sit with us, Mr. Rob, Donald said quietly. I'd love to talk to you." "I wanted to thank you guys for helping me out today with these wild boys, I began. "There is no way I could have managed without you. You were wonderful with these little children and treated the adults beautifully. I don't know how I got so lucky to have such great guys come into my life." I realized that both boys had tears in their eyes. I wasn't sure what was wrong, but I wanted to comfort both boys and didn't want them to be embarrassed. "How about we quietly just walk inside. We can go into my library and talk. I can tell you're upset and I want to do anything to help out," I said. We discretely made our way into the kitchen without any of the rest of the group noticing our exit. When we walked into the kitchen, Stew as opening another beer, preparing to join the pool group. He immediately sensed something was wrong. "Is everything okay?" he asked our little group. "I think Jack and Donald would like to talk, I said. "Boys, would you like Stewart to join us?" "Yes, please, "Donald said as Jack nodded. I grabbed water bottles for myself and the boys and led our group to my library and closed the door behind us. "First and foremost, Stewart and I both need to know if you guys are all right. Did anyone do or say something or did anyone do anything to upset either of you?" I asked. "No, sir, Mr. Rob. You and Pastor and your boys and Jack and everybody have been wonderful to me. You've treated me much better than I deserve to be treated. I was just feeling sad and Jack and I started talking and he told me about his dad and mom and all the stuff that happened. He told me how wonderful you and your boys have been to him. The truth is that I began to feel jealous and then I felt bad for being jealous," he said. "I know I was worrying about whether I'd be able to stay at Auburn. My scholarship pays for most things but it is still expensive. I was worried about that and even where I would live since my mom threw me out of her house and, well, just everything. I stood up and went to him, pulling him in closely. I just held him as he sobbed in my arms. Jack was upset by seeing his friend upset. He was crying softly. I watched as Stewart pulled him in and held him and let him cry. I was amazed at the empathy such a young man could feel. Jack's heart was breaking because this young man he met barely twenty four hours ago had a breaking heart. We let them just cry it out for about five minutes. I was feeling uncertain of myself. I didn't know how to proceed. I didn't have to. Stewart stepped in. "Guys, we need to talk," he said. He smiled at the boys and they returned weak smiles. He arranged the chairs so that we were roughly in a circle, our knees almost touching. "I realize that I'm a Pastor. As a pastor, one of the tools in my toolbox is prayer. I don't know how any of you feel about that, but if you'll indulge me...?" We all nodded. Stewart reached out his hand to me. I put my hand in his as he extended his other to Donald. I extended a hand to Jack so that our hands formed a circle. I can't explain it and I'm not trying to convince anyone of anything, but a peace came over me when he held my hand. As I held Stewart's hand in one of mine and Jack's in the other, I felt a strength, a power, a peace that was honestly unlike anything I had known. We were silent for what seemed like a second before Pastor began, "Father-Mother God, we thank you for this day, for all the love we have seen. We ask you for strength. Strength for Donald. Strength for Jack, Strength for Rob. Strength for me. We ask you to teach us to love. To love everyone. Let all of our words and all of our thoughts and all of our deeds show love. Amen." We opened our eyes. No more tears, but warm smiles for each other. We all hugged for a couple of minutes. I don't know what it was, but something had changed in those quiet, shared minutes among the four of us. I'm not going to claim some kind of religious miracle or prophet ecstasy because the honest truth is that Stewart gripping my hand and his faint scent of English Leather had my dick twitching before he even got to the "Amen." "I really don't know where to begin," Stewart said. "First and foremost, I don't want to violate any trust or any privilege. I hope you all know that anything you tell me I will not share with others unless you give me permission to do that. The information I got from today from Michael, Donald's dad's attorney, is not privileged but some of it is certainly sensitive. I would never do anything to hurt any of you." Donald spoke up. "Pastor, I've shared things with Jack already that I would like to share with you and Rob. Jack has shown how much he trusts Rob, so I have no hesitation in telling him anything. I think you know how much I trust you, just as my dad did. My dad and I had a secret." "Son, Stewart said," I know about that. "Michael knew about that and has known for some time. Your dad trusted him." Donald looked surprised. "Dad and I promised we would never tell anyone. It was just something that happened. I was twelve and about to turn thirteen. Mom and my sister were out of the house for the evening. I was in the shower one night and I had just started masturbating. I was growing my first pubes and was having erections and I had a lot of questions about my body. That night dad came into the bathroom and saw me. I think he just quietly watched me for a while. I didn't know he was there until he cleared his throat. We locked eyes. I should have stopped touching myself but I couldn't. He began taking off his clothes and he joined me in the shower. He touched me and he let me touch him. It was just amazing. Dad started kissing me and I had never done any sex stuff with anyone and it was simply beyond belief. From that day on, I loved him and he loved me. We took every opportunity to spend time together. We'd go fishing or hunting and we loved the weekends I had out-of-town swim meets. We just couldn't keep our hands off each other. Mom and Janet were jealous of our close relationship and she got more mean and bitter as I got older, although I was sure she didn't know anything. Dad eventually admitted to me that he had a relationship with his own father from the time he was ten. He said his dad also did things with dad's older brother, who was two years older than dad. He never regretted that and he never felt guilty. He said no one ever loved him like his dad and his brother did until I came along. Dad said he hoped from the day I was born that we would have a special relationship but it wasn't until he saw me in the shower that night that he knew it was time. We knew what we were doing could get him in trouble and even end up with him being taken away from me. I'd never have told." "Son," Stewart began, "your dad didn't betray you. He protected you. While you were home this summer, you and your dad were in his office together one night. Neither of you realized it, but your mother had come by the dealership for some reason. She saw the two of you in the shower and she was furious. She confronted your father and, according to Michael it was just awful. Your dad managed to calm her down and they both knew you would soon be leaving to go back to Auburn. She told your father you would never spend another night in their home. Your dad stayed quiet and appeared to acquiesce. But he went to Michael the next day and put the wheels into motion to make certain you would be taken care of. That was all he cared about. He changed izmit yabancı escort his will to make you the beneficiary on all of his insurance and to leave everything he owned to you, including the farm equipment dealership and the real estate holdings. It will all be in a trust for until you are twenty-six, but everything he owned will now be yours. That includes the house your mother is in and every stick of furniture and every article of clothing. Every asset he had he has left to you. Michael says he will recommend an executor/trustee to the court, but he will consult with you before doing so. Your dad completely cut your mother and your sister out of everything. He even had it arranged for you to receive his ashes. Your mother doesn't know any of this. She has arranged a meeting with Michael for Monday when she will learn what has happened. " "I remember when it happened," Donald said. "My dad and I had never done anything at the dealership before and we didn't mean to that night. I was leaving for a swim camp early the next morning and I needed a body shave. My dad loved helping me do that. He had a very nice office at the dealership with a large shower. He and his guys would often have to go out and demo farm machines and they would often come back pretty dirty so it just made sense for them to have a place they could clean up. Well that night, I got in the shower. He got in with me and we started lathering my body and we just got carried away. That had to be when it happened. I didn't notice much change in my mom because she had always been cold. I remember now that Dad seemed a lot quieter the few times I was around him after that. He must have been so sad and so miserable. I'm sure mom made him pay for what she felt was his betrayal. She must have told Janet too. That's why they were all so mean to me." "Son, I began, "your new friend Jack here can tell you what moms and dads can do to break their families apart. I hope you will feel free to talk to me or Stewart or our friends Coach and Gil. I will tell you that they can all be trusted. None of us will ever, ever betray your trust. You can talk, you can cry, you can mourn and we will do all those things with you. And remember one other thing. As I told Jack, there is no expiration date on our love. I hope you will consider yourself a part of this family of boys and men. We already consider you our own." The kid came to me and just held me in his arms so tightly I could barely breathe. I looked over and Stewart and Jack were doing the same thing. That lasted for a while. "Guys, unless there is something else we need to talk about, I'd love another beer" "Me too," said Stewart. As we were leaving the library, Jack asked if Donald would like to spend the night with him and Coach in the guest house. Donald said he would. Both boys looked at Stewart and me for approval. "Do you really even have to ask that question?" I said. We all shared a laugh as we headed out to the patio. After grabbing beers for Stewart and me, we headed outside. We found Gil, Coach, Ren, Casper, Bradley, and Cliff all sitting in the hot tub, holding Flynn and Landry. "Add a little bacon to that tub and you could make a pot of boy soup," Stewart said. We all shared a laugh. Even Jack and Donald were smiling now. "Who needs beer?" I asked. Gil and Coach raised their hands. Stewart and I went back, retrieving beers for them and water bottles for all the boys. When we gave them their fluids, Coach stood up and raised his beer. It was as if he suddenly realized he was naked, exposing his dick and hairy crotch to one and all. He sat back down and extended his arm with beer in hand. "I have an announcement to make," he said. "I was notified this afternoon that the deal is final. I will no longer be coach at the high school. I'll be heading to the U. as head coach of the swim team!" All the boys were happy but Jack went berserk. He couldn't believe his beloved coach and his mentor from middle and high school was now becoming his college coach. He stripped off his towel and threw it into the air, jumping into the tub and climbing all over coach. It was a happy group now. A few minutes later, Gil grabbed his towel and climbed out of the tub. "I've got to be heading home," he said. "I'm probably already in the doghouse but I've really enjoyed this whole day. Thank you, Landry, for letting me attend your party and thanks to all of you for having me. All of the guys stood up and gave Gil goodbye hug. He had a towel around his waist but I could tell he was hard. Jack offered to walk him to the guest house to change, but I told him he looked awfully comfortable on Coach's lap. I told him I would do that. As we walked away, all the guys, especially Landry and Flynn were trying to coax Stewart into the hot tub. I walked my friend toward the guest house. He took my hand as we walked. "I've really, really missed you and the guys," he said. "We've all missed you too, buddy" I said. "You know, that afternoon with you two at my apartment was one of the hottest times of my life," he said. I've lost count how many times I've beat my meat in the shower just thinking about it. Thank you." "You were the host," I said. "I should be the one to thank you." "He pulled me in for a kiss. I could feel his thick cock hardening against my crotch. "You're ready to go again after the time with Coach earlier?" I asked with a chuckle. "You bet your ass I am. I remember your hot mouth, Rob," he said. I dropped his towel into the floor and started to stroke his beautiful thick cock. It was getting harder very fast. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Gil asked "I'm sure," I said. "You don't think Stewart will mind?" he asked. "You guys seem to have something happening between you." "I'm not sure what, if anything, is happening with Stewart, Gil. But you need to know that whatever might happen with Stewart will in no way diminish the love or the physical attraction I feel for you. You ought to know by now that I adore you, I trust you, and I love you. No one else will ever change that." I led him into the bedroom and pushed him down onto the bed. He was sitting on the bed and he lay his body back as I hit my knees. There was no more foreplay. I just wanted to suck that thick, hard cock of his and taste my friend's hot cum. I went for it, giving him my very best blow job and taking him all the way into my throat. I bobbed my head up and down and he took my head in both hands and pushed me down on his dick. I didn't resist. Within minutes, he shot a hot load into my mouth. I held still to allow his hypersensitivity to pass, and then I lifted off his meat gently. I lay beside him on the bed and kissed him, sharing his load. He put his arm around me and just held me as his ragged breathing became more even. When he was back to normal, he leaned over on top of me. "In a quiet voice, he said, "Rob, you are the best person I've ever known. I've learned from you. I never understood before, but now I think I'm getting it. I love Jack and you love Jack. The fact that Jack loves us both doesn't diminish his love for either of us but, in fact enhances it. Am I getting that right?" "Fuck, Gil," I said. "I think that's it. But I don't know. I know I love you. I know I love Stewart. I know I love Jack and Coach. But my love for them doesn't in any way diminish my love for you. If anything, it enhances it." "I'd just never realized it could work that way," he said. "I guess us old dogs can learn new tricks." We were quiet for a minute. He leaned over and kissed me once more. "I know one more thing," he said. "What's that?" I asked. "You're the best goddamned little cocksucker to ever put his mouth on my dick!" he laughed. I pulled him off the bed and swatted his ass as he got dressed and ready to go home to Janice and his girls. When I got back to the hot tub, Coach was there with Jack on one of his knees and Donald on the other. Stewart had joined the group, sitting on the other side of the tub with his arms spread out, resting on the side of the tub. He looked as relaxed as I had seen him in a while. His creamy skin and the thick, wet, sandy hair in his pits were really revving me. I realized I had never even seen him without his clothes and resolved to change that as soon as possible. Ren and Bradley had gone back to the pool splashing down the birthday boy and Flynnie. I asked where Casper and Cliff were. Jack said Cliff had to head home so he had gone up to Ren's room to shower. Casper had gone to show him where the room was and to keep him company. "Yeah, right," Coach chuckled. "Keep him company. Everyone needs company in the shower. " As soon as I walked up Stew said. "Glad you're back, buddy. Coach has his lap full of boys and I'm here all by myself. He winked at me and smiled. I knew he was ready to explore and I could hardly wait. "I need to run inside and grab beverages and I'll join you in a second. I knew I better hurry because I wasn't far from having a full-blown hardon. I went in and grabbed beers for Coach, Stewart and myself. I also got waters for Donald and Jack. "I think this may be my last beer of the day, Stewart said. "I have to conduct a service tomorrow. Actually I rarely have alcohol at all on Saturdays but I figure it is appropriate since it is our baby boy's birthday." By the time I got undressed and started climbing into the tub I was pretty much erect. It was obvious. "Are you happy to see me?" Stewart asked brazenly. "Why don't you come sit on my lap, little boy?" he asked teasingly. ""Because you'd probably jump out of the tub and go screaming `Stranger Danger', you old pervert!" I said. We all had a good laugh as I sat down beside Stewart keeping space between our bodies. Stewart wasn't having it and pulled me over beside him. I felt good with his arm around me. There was still just the faintest scent of English Leather. Donald and Jack had moved off Coach's knees and he now had one boy on each side of him, and arm around each one. "I think I'm the oldest one in this group," Coach said. "If I'm not I'm damned near the oldest so I'm going to share something with you two friends and these two young whippersnappers. Never ever take a day like the one we have shared today for granted. Never take a moment like this for granted. Take a mental picture and treasure it forever. We all sat there quietly. I saw Jack and Donald very slowly move their heads closer together, Coach guiding them ever so gently until their lips met. They shared a beautiful, passionate kiss. They slowly broke the kiss as Coach guided them back to their places beside him, still under his arms. It was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. Coach was holding two damaged boys. Both had been damaged but not broken. And they were in good hands. We sat there quietly for a good ten minutes. One of the greatest surprises was the realization that, under the water and witnessed by no one, Stewart had begun to gently rub my balls.