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Subject: Ben and Nick Part 20 Twenty Thank you, Gentle Reader, for opening this story, a series about a man who loves boys and the boys he loves. Ben, Nick, and the rest of the cast of characters are fictional, and do not represent any person living or dead. The story is fantasy and exists in that realm, for letting the events unfold in real time and in real life would land our hero Ben in a whole heap of trouble. So, for the purposes of keeping our noses clean, gentlemen, let’s keep things unreal. Elements in this story include sex between adults and minors, some racier elements might include watersports, and groups, but for the most part just good old-fashioned cocksucking and fucking. If you enjoy this story, and others like it, please consider making a donation to keep the Nifty archive free and fty/donate.html Remember that feeling of getting your college acceptance letter? The whole world in front of you? That’s what our boys are feeling as we left them at the end of the last chapter. Let’s see what the world has in store for all our guys. Boylover Ben and his Neighbor Nick: Part 20, Endings and Beginnings From the two word text I got from Nick on Sunday evening, “Coming home.” I knew things had gone badly with his visit with his mom. Nick couldn’t keep himself to two words in a text, always sending too many words and emojis, as kids do. The week after he got his acceptance letter from USC, Nick went down to see his mom on Saturday, planning to spend the night and return on Sunday. I settled in making dinner, and prepared for the worst. Within seconds of dropping his bag on the floor inside the house from the garage, Nick was in my arms, sobbing against my shoulder. I held him, and didn’t say anything, giving him space, while slowly caressing his back in big relaxed circles. Finally his tears dried, and he began collecting himself, breathing more regularly. When he backed away, still holding on, and locked gaze with me, his eyes red and anxious, I led him by the hand to the couch where we sat down. “I can’t go to USC. Mom says it’s too expensive and I need to go to a state school, so now I really hope that Santa Cruz accepts me or I am completely screwed, I don’t know what to do, and why she would let me apply in the first place if she had no intention of me ever going there!” he spoke it in one long sentence, stopping only when he finally needed to breathe. “And I can’t ask Sean to go to Santa Cruz with me, I know he doesn’t want to, and so now we won’t be together,” he continued his lament. I reached out my hand, and rubbed his hand gently. “Was she willing to look at financial aid packages? You were accepted early because of merit, and it comes with a small scholarship. Didn’t she understand that?” I knew he would have made the whole case to her. Nick was nothing if he wasn’t articulate and concise. “Yeah, I told her about it, and brought the FASFA to fill out, but she said that it was stupid to go into so much debt for a BS,” he explained. “So, she isn’t planning to contribute anything?” I was amazed. Had this woman not put anything aside for her only child’s education? Did she have no dreams for him? “She said that she and my dad had started a college fund for me when I was a baby, but that there wasn’t enough in it to last for four years at a private college,” Nick sounded defeated. “She is going to fill out the form, though, so that I can get loans.” I pulled Nick into a hug because he looked so sad and scared and dejected. His phone kept buzzing, and I suspected Sean was trying to reach him. He pulled it out, and sure enough, it was Sean. “What am I going to tell him, Ben?” Nick was near tears again. “Just tell him what’s going on and let him take care of you. He loves you. Go see him, and let him hold you. While you’re there, I am going to call your mom and talk this over with her, ok?” Nick sniffled and nodded, and eventually got up to walk out the backdoor, shoulders slumped in defeat. A few minutes later, Susan and I were well into the conversation. “…I don’t see why he needs to go to USC to study video games. It’s an expensive school,” Susan argued. “It’s also the best in video game design, development, and marketing. Video games have been a part of Nick’s life, and he wants to design them for others to enjoy. Whatever direction he picks – whether the design, the coding and development, or the business side, video gaming is a multi-billion dollar industry, and Nick will be well-prepared to join it,” I reasoned. “But Santa Cruz is closer, cheaper, and also has a degree in video games,” she countered. “But he wants to go to USC, and it really is the better school. They admitted him early because they want him, and they’ve even offered him a scholarship based on his merit. That says a lot. Filling out the financial aid form can’t hurt, and then we can see what his options are,” I stated. “It can’t hurt, but I also want Nick to prepare himself for the eventuality of picking a less expensive school,” she had the last word. We hung up not much longer, and I at least felt like she was going to give it a chance to learn for what kinds of aid Nick could qualify. I put further dinner prep on hold and went over to Bill’s to see how things were going. Bill met me at the door with a drink, having seen me walking across the yard. “That bad?” I said, accepting the liquor. “Will, Nick, and Sean are all in Sean’s room. I’ve heard some expletives and some anger and some crying. No fucking yet, so they’re still working out their frustrations,” Bill, always practical, responded. “So, what happened, exactly?” “Susan is saying that she doesn’t want Nick to go to USC because it’s so expensive,” I replayed the highlights of the conversation. “So she hasn’t prepared for him to go to college?” Bill asked, incredulously. “Apparently not enough,” I said. We stayed silent for a bit, sipping our drinks. “You’re going to give him the money, aren’t you,” It sounded like a question, but with Bill I knew it was a statement of fact. He knew me too well. “I can see those wheels turning, buddy,” he added. “Of course, he’s going to USC. First I’ll give his mom a chance to do the right thing,” I stated. Our conversation was interrupted when Will came into the room. “Nick and Sean wanted to be alone. Man, it seems like Nick’s mom is a real bi….bad mom,” Will said, saving himself at the last minute. Bill chuckled, “Some might call her a bitch.” I laughed, “but you shouldn’t, Will,” I might be a sick, twisted boyfucker, but I still knew how to treat a lady. “Well,” Bill said, changing the subject, “the boys might need their alone time, but you don’t want to be alone, do you?” Bill asked the question with a leer, and all it insinuated. Will padded over to us, and sunk down on his knees in front of Bill and started sniffing Bill’s crotch. I watched as the fabric stretched across Bill’s front got the telltale bulge that his enormous piece produced. He was rapidly inflating. Will pulled Bill’s shorts down, the elastic gym shorts stretched around his nuts, exposing them and his massive cock to Will’s attentions. I watched Will begin to take that monster cock into his young lips, forming a nice seal he began sucking, and I watched his jaw and face work to open himself and keep a good hold on Bill. My own cock was quickly rising to the occasion, so I pushed myself up off the couch, and shucked my own jeans off, kicking them as they came past my ankles. Kneeling behind Will’s cute ass, I pulled his pants down past his thighs, and spread his legs. Will’s ass was delicious. Muscular from his years of playing sports. Twin glutes like ripe melons, I could see the strength and power as he rocked on his haunches to get more of his throat around Bill’s cock. His pucker was exposed, and I dove in for a taste. Is there anything better than the taste of teen boy ass? Musky, a bit sweaty, slightly soapy, it was an intoxicating mix of scents that made my cock even more rock hard. I slurped and ate and feasted on his ass, swirling my tongue deep into him, as I used my hands to pull him open more. When he was wet, I took no time lining up behind him, and sinking balls deep into him. “Mmmmph. Yeah,” he began moaning around Bill’s cock as I started pumping in and out of him. “That’s right, jock boy, you keep working that throat on big Bill while big Ben takes his time with you.” I set myself up for a nice slow fuck, pumping all the way down to the root, and pulling almost out, watching the lips of his tight ass trying to keep me in so he didn’t have to endure another breech all over again. I complied, and sunk back in where I belonged. “That’s a good boy, Will, your fucking throat was made for this meat. I love feeling you swallow around me, kid,” Bill encouraged, as Will moaned and hummed around his huge dick. “Fuck yeah, buddy, I love it when you hum on my cock, it shoots right up to my balls. Makes `em churn for you. You know you’re gonna get fed don’t you, boy?” Bill kept up his verbal fuckery as Will sucked harder. Will’s ass, beautiful from the outside, felt like luxury on the inside. His young ass flexed and expanded and took my cock perfectly. I buried myself deep as he backed up onto me to meet my thrusts. I could tell he was getting hot for me. “You’re such a greedy pig, boy. You need my nut, don’t you? Gonna get filled up from both ends, skewering you like a prize pig,” I promised. He clenched his ass in response – I took it as a yes. Reaching around, I found his cock, hard and leaking between his legs. I loved jacking off Will’s uncut dick, and he loved it when I covered and uncovered his head with his soaking wet hood. I jacked his cock as I fucked him, my hand squeezing up and down in time with my thrusts. “You’re getting close, boy, I can tell. Soon you’re gonna be blowing your load all over your belly and chest, making that ass vice-like tight for me,” I cooed. “I wanna feel you spasm as I fuck the cum right out of those boy balls of yours.” “Keep sucking my big dick, boy, don’t get distracted by what Ben is doing. Your job is to get my nut, I expect your best work.” Apparently Will’s focus had slipped. I took my left hand, and while my right continued to jack his cock, I gave his pert ass a firm crack with my whole palm, bringing it down on him hard and sharp. “Listen to Bill when he tells you what to do,” I ordered, spanking him a second time. The noise he made was not a whimper of pain, but one of need. His ass clenched, and I could tell he was sucking hard. His cock was pulsing in my hand, jumping almost on its own. That spanking seemed to turn him on, so I gave him another two slaps in quick account, leaving a red mark on his smooth white ass. “Mmmmp! Oooh” he squirmed and whined, humming onto Bill’s cock as he dove down all the way on it. At the same time, my cock pushed hard against his nub, pummeling it as I power fucked him. He screamed, his mouth still full, but the sound was guttural, savage, primal. He began shooting his load with my hand jacking him hard. I aimed his shots at his own tummy and chest, knowing they’d eventually drip down, but wanting him to feel his hot load against his skin. You can’t imagine how tightly he grabbed my cock with his ass as he was gripped by his own orgasm. It took only one more full thrust, and my balls finally spilled over. “Fuck, boy, you fucking made me cum. Your ass is so fucking hot I couldn’t take another second of it. You were born for this, made for this, and I fucking love using your teen ass like a toy!” My orgasm ripped through me, and I fired deep into him, grunting and cussing, and sweating all over his smooth back. “Mmmph, ffffuck, yeash,” he whimpered around Bill’s cock, as I saw Bill’s powerful body shaking through his orgasm. I knew he was feeding an extra large serving of Marine nut into Will’s greedy throat. Bill let out a primal roar “Fuck yeah, that’s what I am talking about cocksucker. Take all my fucking load like it was your last fucking meal. I love the way you pull my load out of my nuts like your fucking teen life depended on it.” Bill had grabbed hold of Will’s head and was holding him in place. I knew he had cut off Will’s air as he unloaded into his gullet, and I knew Will could take it. Kid was a born cocksucker. Eventually, Bill released, and Will pulled off, taking a deep gulp of air, his chest heaving. I pulled out of him, and he clamped shut, like a good boy. I pulled him up from his all fours position, and rested his back against my sweaty chest, kissing his neck and shoulders. “You’re a good boy, Will. You just took two big loads, I am proud of you,” I murmured against his sweaty skin. He slumped back against me, and I saw Bill lean forward and drag his hand up Will’s body from his belly to his chest, scooping up what remained of Will’s load. Bill ran it across his lips and sucked it, like licking sauce off a bone. Teen cum tastes so fucking good, doesn’t it? The sky was dark, and we didn’t feel like cooking anymore, so, Bill thumbed in an order of pizza from his phone, and we sat around cuddling and talking. Eventually Sean and Nick came out, probably wondering about dinner. Nick seemed visibly more relaxed. There are few things that fucking the one you love can’t fix. As I fell asleep that night, I thought about how I was going to make sure Nick got into the right school and landed where he wanted to be. I knew Susan said she would give the financial aid route a try, but Susan doing the right thing was never a sure bet, as we would find out soon enough. A few weeks passed, and it was Valentine’s Day. There was a great Italian restaurant in downtown Walnut Creek called Il Fornaio, and it was a favorite of both Sean’s and Nick’s. Nick had made reservations weeks before, and had been planning a romantic Valentine’s Day date with Sean. Now that he was eighteen, he was eager to publicly date Sean, and this was going to be one of their big dates. “Should I bring him roses?” Nick asked, as he put sweaters, shirts, and jeans together to find the right combination. “Well, have you ever done flowers with him before?” I wanted to be supportive, but at the same time, I’d seen Sean and Bill’s house, and Sean’s room specifically. Imagining a vase of red roses in there seemed as out of place as seeing a Toyota drive down a road in Detroit. “No, but I want this night to be special,” Nick said. I knew he was rolling through all the romantic images that our culture had implanted. “Nothing says special like flowers cut from their roots gradually rotting in water,” I suggested, my hands thrown up in mock confusion. “Haha, Ok, I see your point. No flowers,” Nick acquiesced. “You don’t need to charm him or impress him, Nick. He loves you. Go on a beautiful, lovely date, flirt with him, spoon feed each other dessert, and then bring him back home and fuck him silly,” that was the sum total of my dating advice. “And don’t think the waiter isn’t going to card you if you try to order wine. You can have champagne when you come back home, ok?” I cautioned. Finally, Nick was dressed, and I’ll say he looked good. A charcoal grey sweater over a nice button down shirt with a bold red and blue plaid, and tight jeans. He was really fuckable in that outfit, and I had to remind myself that he was eighteen and going on a date with another – off limits for now. He got into the cab of his truck, and waved goodbye as he backed down the driveway. A few minutes later, I got a text from Bill. “Hey there, empty nester. Want to come over for a drink and the Dub’s game?” “On it,” I replied, slipping on shoes. We were alone for the weekend, as Will had gone skiing with some high school friends up in Tahoe for the weekend. It was odd to have so much quiet without two houses full of teen boys. It was the end of the second half, and Steph Curry was playing well, but it wasn’t a particularly remarkable game. I stifled a yawn and looked at my phone. I expected the boys home any minute now. The game ended, and I stretched. Where were those boys? As I was looking at my phone again, it rang, a number I didn’t recognize. Seconds later, I heard Bill’s phone vibrating, too. My stomach sank, and I had an immediate bad feeling. The caller identified himself as an officer with the Walnut Creek police, and asked if I were me, and the emergency contact for one Nicholas Garfield. I confirmed all. Suspected drunk driver, red light, ran through an intersection, side impact. I cut him off. “Is Nick alive? Is he ok?” “He is in the emergency room at John Muir, and he is alive,” the officer calmly reported. “And Sean, the boy who was with him? How is he?” “They’re both at the ER, Sir,” was the reply. I was vaguely aware of Bill’s voice a few feet away, knowing he was having a similar conversation on his phone with a different officer. “No, we’re together right now,” I heard Bill say. “We’re on our way.” “Thank you, officer,” I said, already feeling exhausted and afraid, “I’m on my way.” I thumbed off the call. Bill and I looked at each other, took a deep breath, and turned toward the garage. I felt Bill’s hand squeeze my shoulder. “They’re alive, Ben. Let’s focus on that, now,” he said, with real emotion in his voice. I admired Bill’s calm in adversity, knowing it came from his training as a Marine and his experience in security. He drove us to the ER and we parked, and ran in. Long ago, Susan had given me medical power in case anything had ever happened when Nick was living with me, but I still needed to reach her. While we waited for someone to come out and catch us up, I called Susan. It rang until voicemail. I redialed, and it rang again to voicemail. I tried a third time. “Yes, hello Ben. It’s not really a good time now,” Susan sounded stressed. Now, I don’t know about you, but if someone calls you three times in a row, you’ve got to assume it’s very urgent. But this was Susan’s world. “Hello Susan. There has been an accident, and Nick and Sean are in the emergency room at John Muir hospital in Walnut Creek,” I reported with a calm I did not myself feel. “What kind of accident? Is he ok?” She responded with some urgency. “It was a car accident, and a bad one, from what the officer said. We are here at the ER waiting for someone to come talk to us about how they are, but they’re both here and alive,” I affirmed. “Oh my God. I knew he was too young to have the responsibility for a car! Why did you get him one?” I knew she would be quick to assign blame. It was always someone’s fault with her. “I don’t know all the details, yet, but from what the police told me, he was struck from his side by a driver who ran a red light. I don’t think Nick was at fault,” I said, becoming exasperated. “Mark and I are down in Palm Springs, should I come back tonight?” she dared to ask. I took three seconds to breathe before responding. “I think that’s a decision you should make on your own,” I said, full of derision. “Would you like me to update you when the doctor comes out?” I asked. I didn’t wait for her response. I didn’t care. I hung up on her. What a bitch! Will was right. Bill eyed me. “What?” He must have seen my face looking stormy. “Susan’s in Palm Springs. Do you think she should come back tonight?” I asked with contemptible insincerity. “She is a bitch. Will was right,” Bill said, plainly. We settled into uncomfortable vinyl chairs and waited for what seemed like hours, but was actually about forty-five minutes. Finally, a doctor came out to see us, and when he saw us, he smiled broadly. That put me instantly at ease. Extending his hand, he said “Which of you is Nick’s dad?” “I’m his guardian, Ben,” I offered. “Nick is going to be fine. His was the more serious of the two, as it was his side of the vehicle that was directly impacted. He’s got some cuts, and we’re keeping an eye on him for any sign of concussion. Other than that, well, he’s got a broken left tibia and fibula. Because of the type of fracture, it’s going to require surgery to fix. Given the hour, and the fact that we want to monitor him for a concussion, we’d like to do this surgery tomorrow morning. He’s stable, and his injury is not life-threatening,” the doctor reported. “It’s your recommendation to do the surgery tomorrow?” Ben asked. “It is. The orthopedic surgeon who would normally do this is not in until tomorrow. We could call him in tonight to do it, or call on someone else, but there’s really not an emergency,” the doctor stated. “He’s really in good hands.” Turning towards Bill, the doctor continued, “Sean’s injuries were minor. Some lacerations from broken glass, probably some soreness from the impact of the accident. We’re also monitoring him for concussion. He’s a strong boy, in good shape, and he weathered the accident about as well as could be expected,” the doctor reported. “He is awake, and chomping at the bit to go see Nick. I take it they’re together, by the way Sean talks about him?” Bill let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, and rubbed the back of his neck. “Yep, that’s my Sean, and yeah, they’re together.” “Good, they make a nice couple,” the doctor admired. “So, we’re not going to keep Sean tonight, but we will admit Nick.” “What are Nick’s surgery and recovery going to be like?” I wanted to know. “Given his strength, I think he’ll recover in a short time – a few weeks. We’ll keep him here in the hospital for a couple of days to let the recovery begin and make sure there’s no infection after surgery. He’ll be in a wheelchair for the first couple of weeks and then he’ll be able to move to crutches,” he reported. “I really don’t expect any issues or lingering trauma, but that will especially depend on how he recovers. We’ll get him started on physical therapy as soon as he’s out of the chair, but I suspect his muscles won’t suffer too much. He’s already very well developed.” “Is Nick awake?” I asked, hoping that I could go see him. “Yeah, Nick is awake, too, and eager to see you,” he said, with a smile. “Ok, I’ll go see Nick. Bill, do you want to bring Sean down in a bit?” “You got it, buddy,” Bill said, squeezing my shoulder. When I saw Nick in his bed, I rushed to him and kissed his head. He laid it against me. “How are you holding up, babe?” I asked, stroking his hair. “I am doing ok. It doesn’t hurt too much,” he offered. I knew this was because he was likely on some serious pain medicine. “I really had the green light, and it came out of nowhere…” he started to explain. “Shh, Shh….” I cut him off, “there’s no need to go into it. The police told us it’s not your fault. You have nothing at all to worry about. You’re ok, you’re alive, you’re safe, and so is Sean. Nothing else matters,” I said, and I believed it. Switching topics, “So, did the doctor tell you that you’re having surgery tomorrow, and you get to spend the night in here tonight? We’ll be getting you into a proper room any minute now,” I said, trying to keep a brave face. “Yeah, he told me all about it, and the recovery time. It could be like six or eight weeks!” Nick said, forlornly. I chuckled. To an eighteen year old, eight weeks could be a lifetime. “I know, but at least it’ll be ok by graduation and the spring.” “Did you tell my mom?” he asked. “Yeah, I called her. I am not sure when she’ll be here, but she will be coming to see you. I should give her a call in a bit to update her with the new information. I don’t think you have to worry about her coming in tonight, though,” I said, hoping that would soothe him. It seemed to, and he relaxed. Just then, I heard Sean’s voice, and so did Nick, because his eyes lit up. Sean came in, followed by Bill a few steps back. Sean rushed up to Nick’s bed and kissed him full on the lips. “I’m so glad you’re ok!” Sean said, tears finally flowing down his handsome cheeks. “I am glad you are too, babe. I was so worried that I’d hurt you!” Nick said, genuinely relieved and terrified at the prospect of having lost Sean. “We’re both ok,” Sean said, staying close to Nick and hugging him. I let them talk and coo and kiss, and Bill stayed in the room while I exited to talk with Susan. This time she picked up on the second ring. I informed her about what was going on, how Nick was doing, and when he’d have surgery. She seemed relieved, which I noted, but not in a rush to get back to the Bay Area to see her only child. “I guess I’ll come up tomorrow afternoon, after he’s out of surgery,” she said, likely relieved that she could spend another night with Mark. “That sounds good. I’ll let him know,” I offered. She didn’t ask if I was there in the room, didn’t ask to speak with her son. She said thanks and goodbye, and hung up. I shook my head. I don’t know why I still expected her to be a reasonable mother, but it did surprise me each time she failed a little further. Finally, the nurse and orderlies showed up, and moved Nick upstairs to a room where he was admitted for the night. It didn’t take long to set him up, and we were all yawning. Bill suggested we let Nick sleep, and we were all for it. “I’ll be back tomorrow morning!” Sean said. And we all would be. The surgery went as planned, and by Noon, Nick was in the recovery room, just waking up. We’d had lunch at a local spot and came right back to the hospital as Nick was groggily opening his eyes. Sean was right there, smoothing the hair from Nick’s forehead when Nick was finally able to focus his eyes. Nick’s smile said everything. He was back, and all would be well. manisa escort Bill and I moved forward and I tousled Nick’s hair, Bill rubbed his arm. We were all giving him love. That’s how family is. Sean was kissing Nick and cradling his head when Susan suddenly appeared in the room. She walked over to the bed, and moved Sean aside. “What’s going on here?” she said, accusing everyone in the room with her glare. No one answered. “Sean, what were you doing to my boy?” She asked, more pointedly. Bill stepped up and put his hands on Sean’s shoulders. It was Nick who spoke up. “Sean is my boyfriend, and he was kissing me.” I let out a deep breath. I was proud of my Nick, but I knew a storm was shaping up. “You,” Susan turned to Sean, pointing her finger in his face, “get your filthy hands and who knows what away from my boy.” I stepped toward Nick, feeling protective. “Susan, Nick has been through a scary accident, and he’s just opened his eyes from surgery. Let’s stay positive and focused on Nick’s recovery. Everything else can work itself out,” I tried to ration with her. “I don’t like seeing him molested by that boy,” she spat. Now that was not a word I wanted to hear, especially since I’d been molesting her boy for the last eight years. “I don’t think Sean is molesting Nick. They’re in love, and they’re both eighteen. Old enough to make their own decisions,” I defended. “Mrs. Garfield, I am not hurting Nick. He’s been there for me when I needed him, and we’ve been best friends for years. It’s just natural that we fell in love with each other. I promise, I’ll always put him first,” Sean stepped up and tried to reason with her, while he reached out for Nick’s hand to make the point. Susan slapped his hand away. “Don’t touch my boy,” she said, sternly. “And don’t touch my boy,” Bill said, pulling Sean back toward him. “Keep your hands off him.” “Enough,” Nick said, raising his voice, and stopping us all. “Mom, Sean is a part of my life. He can hold my hand, he can hold my heart, he can hold any part of me he wants.” I was so proud of Nick, he was so bold. “No, no Nick. I won’t let you turn gay, I won’t let you be corrupted by these men,” she gestured to all of us. Turning to me, “I’ve always suspected you of being queer, you never had a woman around, and spent all your time with that one there,” she indicated Bill, “and now that man’s son is perverting my boy!” If it weren’t so serious, I’d have chuckled at just who it was that perverted her son, but that wasn’t a conversation we were going to be having. Raising his voice again, Nick said, “Mom, enough, really. You don’t get to tell me who or how I am.” And that was the definitive answer. Nick seemed to know it was enough, and he closed his mouth. “I think we should give Nick a little space to recover. Susan, let’s go find the doctor and hear how the surgery went, and we can learn about Nick’s recovery,” I suggested. Sean grabbed Nick’s hand and squeezed it, and I heard him say a quiet “I love you,” as we left the room. The doctor was comforting, telling us that it was best if Nick slept and recovered, telling us about the recovery and what we could expect. After the consultation, we all agreed to leave. Susan was going back to Redwood City to spend the night, and we were going home, we’d all be back tomorrow to see Nick. On Monday, Sean had to go back to school, and while he begged us to let him stay home so he could visit Nick, Bill finally talked him into going to class. He still had to finish and graduate to move on with his life. Bill stayed back, and I agreed to go to check on Nick and see if we could spring him from the hospital yet. I walked into Nick’s room, and his mother was already there. “No, you’re coming back home with me and Mark. You’ll recover at home where you belong. I have left you too long with those reprobates and gays, that’s the end of it, Nicholas,” Susan said, raising her voice. “Mom, I don’t want to leave my school. I only have three months left until I finish and graduate,” Nick pleaded. “I won’t go, Mom. I am eighteen. You cannot make me move,” Nick said, defiantly. “You will. And don’t think you’re going to that expensive school with your boyfriend. He’s done, you’re done with him. You’re staying close to home,” Susan put her foot down. I’d heard enough. I saw Nick’s face, crestfallen and defeated, and I could not, would not watch this witch take his dreams from him. The boy had endured enough trauma for one weekend. I made my presence known by clearing my throat. “Good, you’re here,” Susan said. “I brought the SUV because we’re going to load up Nick’s stuff tonight and take it back to Redwood City. He’s coming home to live.” I thought for a moment about how the next couple of minutes would go, then I walked to the opposite side of Nick’s bed, and putting my hand on his arm I asked, “Is that what you want, Nick? Do you want to go back to live with your mom?” Nick swallowed. “No.” “Then I think, Susan, we won’t be packing Nick up tonight,” I said. “You have to release him. He’s my son,” she argued. “He’s an adult. He can live where he wants. He says he wants to live here in Walnut Creek,” I countered. “I’ll cut you off from your gravy train of support, then you’ll send him back,” she spat vitriol at me. “The only support of yours that Nick has received are the clothes you purchased for him and his tuition and his medical insurance. You haven’t paid for his room, his board, his phone, his books, his entertainment. And I have enjoyed providing for Nick. While we’re on the topic, Susan, it’s not just Nick’s physical needs. You haven’t been there for his bad days, his frustrating assignments, his normal teen anxiety. When is the last time you had a conversation with your own son about his future? His dreams? Hell, woman, you can’t even appreciate that he’s in love and has a life,” I added these in for spite. She ignored me and raised her voice. I knew I was getting to her. “Nick, you’re coming home.” “No. I am not. Home is with Ben, in my own room with my own stuff. Home is with Sean who has been my boyfriend for three years. Home is with my family,” Nick said, a tear sliding down his cheek and a tremble in his voice. Susan’s mouth fell open. “These people aren’t your family, Nick!” “But we are, Susan,” I said. “And our love is unconditional. Nick gets to be whoever he is, and we don’t threaten him, punish him, or change him.” “This man isn’t going to pay for your college, Nick, don’t throw away your life,” Susan said, changing tactics. “From what I understand, Mother, neither are you. So at least with Ben I get to be with people who love me,” Nick finally spoke the truth he’d been needing to say. “You don’t love me. Ben and Bill and Sean do, and have for years.” “And you’re wrong, Susan,” I chimed in. “Nick can go to the college of his choice,” I emphasized his, “and I’ll cover the costs.” Susan’s jaw snapped shut. “You’re making a big mistake, Nicholas,” she said as she stood up. “But it doesn’t feel like I am. I feel like you’re the one about to make the mistake here,” and Nick turned his head away from her to look out the window. I knew he was trying not to cry, trying to hold it together until she left. Fortunately, for all of us, she left the room. “Nick,” I said, quietly. “I’ve never been more proud of you.” I approached him, and smoothed his hair, and caressed his chest. “You’re a great guy.” “I can’t believe what happened there,” he said, reacting to it all. “She might come around one day. She might realize that not being in your life is worse than not changing you, and make amends. Be open to it if she does. In the meantime, live your life, Nick. You are a good man, caring, honest, sincere, loving, and smart. You make very good decisions, and I trust you,” I went on a bit too long. “Did you really mean that about college?” Nick said, stunned. “Absolutely. I had already made that decision, but was hoping your mom might have come around on her own. You can go to whatever school you want, and you won’t leave it with any debt. I promise,” I bent down and kissed his forehead. This time he didn’t hold back his tears, and he cried with relief and release for all that had happened in the last forty-eight hours. I sat on the edge of his bed and caressed him and said sweet things. I knew he was going to be ok. Within a couple of weeks, as expected, Nick was out of the wheelchair and back in school on crutches. With his truck and leg out of commission, I was back to driving him to school every day, which took a big chunk out of my day having to do that commute both ways. Still, it was a part of getting Nick over the finish line. When my duties driving Nick were done, Sean would immediately take over. He was a great boyfriend to Nick, helping him get situated, getting their homework finished, making sure Nick had everything he needed. One evening as I was preparing dinner, Will was sitting at the counter with me, talking about his day. As our conversation flowed I realized that this was the place that Nick used to occupy, sitting at the kitchen island, drinking a coke, talking about his day. I realized Nick had moved on, I was no longer his primary relationship. Sure I was taking care of him, but it was Sean who was his boyfriend. I sorted through my feelings about this: at first I was annoyed and envious, after all, I’d spent eight years with Nick; but in reality, my jealousy had no place. I had also moved on. In my heart I knew it had happened when Nick turned eighteen. No, there wasn’t a difference between the person he was the day before his birthday and the day after – he was the same Nick I had loved. But the fact of his age changed how I felt about him romantically, physically. I deeply cared for Nick, and I loved him, but I was no longer in love with him, and I was just fine with the way Sean had stepped in and become Nick’s lover. I felt like an uncle, a big brother, a father to Nick; not a lover, a boyfriend, a sex partner. The more the reality sunk in, the more ok with it I was. Plus, Will still had two months `til his eighteenth birthday, and I had promised to put everything I had into taking care of him. Looking across the island, I saw Will in a whole new way, suddenly. Yeah, of course, I’d been fucking him for a while now, and he was a greedy pig for my long cock. As a sex partner he was fun, but I’d always kept him emotionally distanced because Nick was in my life. The little voice in my head that said `don’t get too close to this kid, you’ve only got a few months,’ was deafened by the thought of kissing those full, pouty lips and giving him the full measure of my attention. I put down my dinner prep, and walked around the side of the counter and stood in front of Will. He turned in his seat as I stepped between his manspread thighs, and looked up at me. “You really are beautiful, you know,” I said, catching a whiff of his teen pheromones. There’s nothing so intoxicating as teen boy musk. His breath hitched. I don’t think he was expecting something so romantic and sweet. Normally with Will, I’m affectionate, but all about getting down to business. He blushed and smiled, and nipped my neck with a sweet kiss. I put my hands on his shoulders and massaged them, feeling his muscles. He let his neck relax, and tipped his head against my chest. I rubbed him for a bit longer, getting turned on by the soft moans and whimpers he made as my fingers and palms stretched and rubbed his muscular shoulders, upper back, arms, neck. Eventually I took my left hand and tipped his chin up to look at me and met his lips with mine. It was at the same time sweet and savory, soothing and aching, lustful and loving. Our lips melted into each other’s, as we made out like teenagers. Well, one of us, anyway. Will is a really good kisser, knowing just how to alternate his kisses between soft and subtle, and hot and heavy. I caressed his cheek as our kiss intensified and deepened. I enjoyed the taste of his mouth, the firmness of his lips. I felt his arms encircle my waist, pulling me toward him. He mimicked on my lower back what I’d been doing to his upper body, and I felt his strong hands making slow circles, kneading my back. What a caregiving, sweet boy he was. Unfortunate timing, the oven beeped, signaling it had come up to temperature, and this distracted me from the task I wanted to be doing to the one at hand – preparing dinner for my guys. I reluctantly pulled back from Will, leaving us both breathless and wanting. “Will you let me continue making you feel good later?” I asked, surprised by the sound of huskiness in my voice. I guess I was really turned on. “Mmmhmmm,” Will replied, smiling. “I can’t wait.” Bill came over soon thereafter, and Sean and Nick came out of Nick’s room. We grabbed plates full of lasagna and salad and garlic bread. Sean got Nick a plate and brought it over to the table for him. It was so touching to see how much Sean cared for Nick. After dinner, Will scooted off to finish some homework, and Ben and I poured a drink and stretched our legs. Nick and Sean went back to Nick’s room, Sean adding as he went, “Dad, I’m gonna spend the night here in case Nick needs anything.” We both smirked, knowing exactly what Nick might need and how Sean would take care of it. “Looks like you’re the empty nester tonight!” I teased Bill. “Yeah, you have quite a houseful of boys, don’t you?” he laughed. “It’s nice to see how Sean and Nick are doing. What do you think their future holds?” I asked Bill. He looked thoughtful for a moment, then leaned in. “Sean was talking to me the other day about how much he loves Nick, and how he feels like he really got lucky. I think it’s no surprise that they’re totally in love with each other,” Bill began. “But still, other than you and me and Will and David, they’ve never been with anyone else, never developed other dating relationships. Los Angeles is going to be a different world for both of them, full of a new kind of attention.” “Yeah, that’s for sure. I know they’re going into this with the best of intentions. A couple of times I’ve caught myself almost wanting to sit Nick down and ask him how he might deal with a campus full of hot guys and fewer rules,” I admitted. “But remember,” Bill interjected, “Nick was the one who asked you if it were possible to be in love with two people at once.” “That he did,” I recalled, “He’s a smart one, that Nick.” “I think they’re going to be just fine, so long as they stay honest with each other. If they put each other first in communication, then whatever they decide to do – remain together exclusively, add in partners, date, break up, or some other combination – they’ll be ok,” Bill was confident. “I think we raised some good boys, Bill,” I said, extending my glass for a toast. Bill clinked it. “To parenting.” After Bill left, and I had finished the dishes, I went to Will’s room. Knocking first, I waited for his invitation. He was seated at his desk working on his laptop. I crossed the room and stood behind him, rubbing his shoulders and neck and back. “I know I shouldn’t distract you from your homework, but I was wondering how much you had left?” I kissed his neck as punctuation. “Mmm…” he responded, “I am almost done, in fact I was just typing up the last of my notes for my physics lab.” “A body at rest…” I murmured against his ear, taking his plump earlobe in my lips. “… will stay at rest,” he replied, tipping his neck to give me more access. “A body in motion…” I lifted him from his arms, standing him up from his chair. “… will remain in motion in a straight line…” he countered, moving the chair between us aside, and stepping up to me. “… unless acted upon by an external force…” I posited, bringing my lips to his and kissing him. “Hello, external force,” he said, giggling. “Hello body,” I replied, pulling his tshirt up and over his head and casting it aside. I attacked his chest and nipples with my tongue and lips and teeth as I teased his skin with my beard. He tipped his head back and put his hands around my head, lacing them around me, weaving his fingers through my hair. I kissed his throat and neck and collar, leaving scorching, wet kisses on his smooth skin. I felt him pushing me back, as he put his palms flat on my chest. I walked backwards at his lead, until I felt myself hit the bed with my calves. Will untucked my shirt and took it off me in one motion, adding it to the floor with his own, then unbuckled my belt, and shoved my jeans down my legs. I kicked out of them as we maintained our kissing. I shoved his workout shorts down his muscular ass and thick thighs, feeling his cock immediately bounce up and slap against his tummy. There I stood, naked, and ready. He stood in front of me, naked and ready. I waited for two breaths, and then he made his move, sensing that the ball, as it were, was in his court. He smirked, and took his flat palms, and gave me a push, a shove, actually, and I fell back onto his bed. My head hit his pillow, and the impact raised a cloud of heady boy musk and sweat from his sheets. My cock leaked precum. His scent drove me wild. Will crawled up my body, kissed me, then began kissing and licking his way down my body. Wherever he touched it felt like warm tongues of fire, caressing me, warming me. I heard myself moaning in response. As he reached my nipples, he swirled his tongue around them. They hardened instantly. Sensing that, he nipped at them, sending a shock through my nervous system, making my rock hard cock erupt another drop of prefuck. When he reached my cock with his tongue, he slowed down. He worshipped my balls with reverence, licking and sucking on them, feeling them in his mouth, rolling them around. I bucked and writhed under his control. “Fuck, Will, you’re driving me mad. I love the way you worship my cock and balls.” He answered by licking them, and kissing my inner thighs. Finally, he made his way back onto my cock, and took me in. Slow but steady, he worked his way down my shaft. Starting with the head of my dick, cut and exposed for him, he ran his tongue and lips around the sensitive head, licked my piss slit. It shot a sensation right down to the root, and I rewarded him with more precum. Inch by slow inch, he worked on me. Licking, wetting, and then sucking another inch. Little by little I disappeared into his talented cocksucking throat, and he ministered to me. Once I was all the way in, he stopped for a moment. I could feel the velvety back of his throat and his tonsils, pulsing with his heartbeat. He dragged himself up my cock and plunged back down again. “Fuck yeah, Will, I love how you take all of me. Suck my cock, let me feel the back of your throat again. You greedy, sexy stud!” I cooed and whined as he gave me a class a blowjob. At one point he pulled off, the cool air of his bedroom instantly making my cock tingle, wanting to plunge back into his warm wetness. But he had other plans. He kissed and licked around my balls and inner thighs, eventually lifting my legs up over his shoulders, exposing my ass for his use. I felt his tongue at my hole, probing, tasting, testing, and then he began to lick in earnest, eating my ass like it was his first meal in a month. I let him, I opened up to him. I relaxed and let him explore, curious to see where this would lead. Will had never fucked me before, and while he’d sucked my cock many times, and I’d fucked him plenty, this was a new boundary. Would he cross it? I felt that tingle in my hole, that feeling that tells me I am sufficiently relaxed and ready. I am sure he felt me relax more and open to him, and so he lifted my legs higher, and got up on his knees, pulling my legs up to his shoulders. “Ben. May I be inside you tonight?” His request was so sweet, so certain, so polite, how could I refuse? I nodded. “Fill me up, buddy. I can’t wait any longer. You have me right where you want me.” “And I’ve wanted you this way for a long time, Ben. I’m glad tonight is the night.” And with that, I felt him press up against me. I took a deep breath, let it out, and then he was in. He was just as gentle entering me as he had been sucking my dick. Tenderly, he slid forward. He had a nice dick, uncut like his big brother, thick, too. I felt myself stretching to accommodate him, and it was welcomed. I looked up at him, his muscular chest rising and falling with his steady breathing as he inched himself deeper into me. His gaze was fixed on mine, and so I met it. The corners of his lips curled in a smile, as I felt his balls rest up against my furry ass. He kept looking at me as he pulled out, then pushed in again, settling into a steady rhythm. Will was a natural. Like any boy it was a mix of instinct and his own special way of interacting. In Will’s case, I found that he was tender and gentle. The way he looked at me was with true feeling, real emotion. It almost made me uncomfortable, but I couldn’t, wouldn’t dare, look away, because his eyes were so kind and searching for mine. Wordlessly, he adjusted his angle slightly and I felt the head of his hooded cock slide over my prostate. It sent jolts through my body as I reveled in this supremely beautiful fuck. By the way my cock jumped and my head lolled back on the pillow, Will could tell that he’d found my spot, and he went for it. Now, I often have described various encounters with the prostate as assaults, prodding, pummeling — and there’s a time and a place for those — but what Will was doing was caressing it, massaging it, making love to it. It was the way he’d slow down and glide across my nub that made it so sensual and different. Whatever he was doing, it was working, I felt my balls begin to contract and my cock begin to expand. I’ve been fucking for decades, and I am far from what I would call a hair trigger when it comes to cumming. Still, I had to marvel that I wasn’t at all touching my cock and this boy was about to make me cum hard. I opened my mouth to let him know I was about to cum, and he quickly pressed his finger to my mouth. He wanted this to be silent, communicating instead on a deeper, more intimate level. The intensity of his eyes on mine, the look of the sheen of sweat on his muscular, smooth, teen chest, and his insistent, sensual attention to my prostate finally sent me over the edge. I boiled over, and began shooting white hot ropes of cum all over my chest and belly, moaning and panting and grunting as he did not alter his rhythm in any way. I knew I was gripping his uncut cock hard as I rode the wave of my orgasm, still he kept up his thrusts. I saw his orgasm unfold. It started with a tremble in his lip and shudder through his strong body. It continued as his mouth fell open, and his breathing quickened. In and out, thrust and parry, expanding and contracting, he fucked me until finally with a moan that revealed just how powerful his orgasm was, burst out of his throat and chest. He came. He came so hard inside me that I could feel the jets of molten hot teen cum inside me, claiming me, filling me, making him a part of me. He leaned forward, still shooting inside me. “I love you,” he said, softly but clearly. And he caressed my face with the palm of his right hand. With that, he gently pulled out, and leaned forward, his sweaty chest covering my cum-covered chest. We turned together on our sides, facing each other, arms around each other, legs intertwined. He caressed my face and kissed me sweetly, and I smoothed his hair. I was filled with more than his jizz. In that moment, I was filled with emotion. `Don’t say it, Don’t say it!’ my mind was racing as I thought to myself. But my body and heart won. I put my hand against his cheek and made sure our eyes met. His were searching mine. There was only one thing to say. “I love you, too.” Within a few weeks, Nick was finished with physical therapy, off crutches, and rebuilding his strength again. His car had been totalled, and we had a check from the insurance company. For Spring Break, David had come back to hang out at home, and spend time with his brother. It was good to have everyone back again for a bit. That Saturday morning, the six of us piled into Bill’s SUV and went out to get a new car. Since Sean and Nick were planning to go off together to Los Angeles, Bill and I thought it would make sense to pool our money and let the boys pick out whatever they wanted, knowing they could spend more, but knowing they’d have to share. There had been long conversations about what the boys wanted, websites, research, comparables. The boys’ needs had changed over the months, or so they decided, and they no longer wanted a truck, now it was all about SoCal living, going to the beach, heading to the mountains. “And studying!” Bill said, which fell on deaf ears. It was decided: a Jeep Wrangler Rubicon. Four doors, soft top, optional rack for bikes, skis, whatever. All the safety features that made us happy. We turned into the Jeep dealership, and the boys were off and onto the lot, looking up and down aisles. The conversation had turned to color. Bill and I lagged behind, giving them time to have fun and explore. As we walked up to meet them, we began to overhear their excited chatter. “I wish we had a jeep to share,” Will said to David. “Yeah, that would be sweet, little bro. We could get up to Davis and back easily, and go out to see Mom,” David replied. “I like the Graphite color,” Nick said, “And with the leather trimmed seats, it’s sweet!” “That was maraş escort my pick, too!” Sean shouted, as they ran back over to the graphite colored one. I looked up the aisle, surprised that a salesperson hadn’t yet found us. Eager boys looking at a tricked out Jeep and two older guys who looked like they were the finance end of the deal should have attracted sales guys like moths to a flame. Finally, we saw a young guy jogging up our way, clipboard in hand, smiling. He approached Bill and me, first, shaking hands. “Welcome to the lot today. I am Steven. It looks like the Wranglers have caught your attention,” he said with a charming smile. “They’ve caught the boys’ attention, for sure. I am sure they’ve got questions,” I nodded in their direction, indicating that he should spend his time on them. “Make sure to tell them all about the safety features,” Bill said, with a laugh, “And don’t tell them that I can lojack that vehicle and track them anywhere they go!” We laughed, and Steven walked off to the cluster of teens. Bill and I moseyed on over, and heard Nick asking about various features, Sean asking about gas mileage, Nick asking about the retractable top and the removable doors. The poor salesguy was answering all the questions well, still wondering if all this was going to result in a sale, or if it was just a wasted Saturday morning. Having exhausted their questions, Nick looked up at me. “Maybe you’d like a test drive?” I offered. “Yeah, yeah!” Nick enthusiastically said. “We’d like to test the car – both of us,” he pointed, indicating Sean and himself. Steven took their drivers licenses inside to photocopy them and returned shortly with the keys. With Sean starting off, and Nick in the backseat, Steven guided them out of the parking lot and onto the road. The four of us remaining looked around the lot. “Lucky guys,” Will said, to no one in particular. “Yeah,” David picked up, “That’s real nice of you guys to give them a new car to share. They are already in love with it, I can tell.” Will and David were good friends, sure they’d love to be having this experience themselves, but they were not jealous. “If you guys were getting a jeep, what color would you get?” I asked, casually. “Black,” they said, simultaneously, then looked at each other and laughed. Fist baps were exchanged. “You mean, like this one, here?” I said, pointing across the aisle at the metallic black Rubicon. We all walked over to it, and the boys opened the door to climb in, sat in the console, and started talking animatedly about the features, look, style. They were having a great time. It wasn’t much longer before Nick and Sean came back with a harried looking Steven, maintaining his smile at all costs. The boys jumped out of the car and whooped and hollered about how much they liked it, how well it handled, how loud the stereo could go. Steven rubbed the back of his head. “So, how did it drive?” David asked Nick. “It’s not quite as smooth as the truck was in terms of suspension, but it’s so much easier to handle,” Nick reported. “Why don’t you give the Rubicon a test drive,” I suggested to David, “but this one?” I indicated the one he and Will were drooling over. “Naw, I mean, it would be awesome, but Nick and Sean are the ones getting a Jeep today,” David said, with resignation. “Well, that’s where you’re wrong,” I stated, smiling coyly. “What do you have up your sleeve?” Bill asked me. “I happened to mention to Mary that Nick and Sean were getting a new car and sharing it because they were going to a new school. I might have suggested that David and Will could do the same…” I trailed off. “What?” Will asked, perking up. “Consider it a graduation gift,” I said. “Your mom and I are splitting the cost of a Jeep for you and David … I mean, if you want a Jeep,” I tossed in, for added drama. Steven looked pale for a moment, but then, realizing that he could make two sales in one morning, he took their drivers licenses and came back with the keys in a few minutes. Meanwhile, Sean and Nick continued looking over the Jeep they’d just driven. It had the larger entertainment screen they wanted, and all the security features. They were pretty confident that this would work for them. It was starting to get warm so we headed to the dealership office where we knew there’d be air conditioning, and waited for Will and David to get back. It wasn’t long before we saw Will wheeling into the lot, a big smile on his face. “Are you sure about this?” Bill asked me, his hand on my shoulder, bent close to my ear. “Yeah, it’s actually more than Mary wanted to spend, so I’ll cover half plus the shortfall. I guess I’m pretty fond of these guys, and what good is my money if not to make boys happy?” I chuckled. “Happy? You’re making them crazy. Just look at all four of them bouncing around and fist bapping!” he commented. “Yeah, and look at poor Steven. He needs an aspirin,” I laughed. “He’ll be able to pick up a bottle with the commission he gets today,” Bill quipped. “He’s certainly earned it,” I replied. A few phone calls, some signed forms, and a wire transfer later, we were placing temporary tags on the Jeeps and Steven was handing us the keys. The boys drove home, while Bill and I swung by the store to pick up some stuff to grill later. This day deserved a fun cookout by the pool, plenty of beer, and a good time! By the time we got home, we heard splashing and music from the back. The boys had figured out the plan! Coming through the house, dropping stuff off along the way, Bill brought the case of beer out to the outdoor fridge and loaded it up, taking six out. We dropped our clothes as we walked. Bill jumped in, I sat on the side of the pool drinking my beer, dangling my legs. Will swam over to me and stood up, walking between my legs, and put his wet head against my belly. “I can’t believe that you got us a Jeep,” he said. “It’s really amazing, and it’s really sweet. Thank you, Ben.” I could hear the sincerity of his words. I ran my fingers through his wet hair and caressed him. “It really was my pleasure. And thank your mom, too!” “Oh, we called her on the way home and took a whole bunch of pictures. She is excited for us to come to Colorado with it after school is out!” “Good. She’s a good mom, you know. She cares about you a lot,” I reminded him. “I know. We’re lucky,” Will commented, knowing it was true. I continued rubbing Will’s head as he stood in the water in front of me. I held out my beer and he took a sip. I was looking across the pool at the other four guys splashing in the pool and laughing, thinking how nice this afternoon was, when I suddenly felt Will’s lips brush against the tip of my cock. “Mmmm,” I moaned, involuntarily. This gave Will the cue he needed to continue, and he did. Licking my shaft and then following it up with his mouth, his lips went farther and farther down my dick as my cock lengthened into his throat. Fuck I love the feeling of getting hard inside the mouth of a good boy who is going to town on my dick. Will’s technique was amazing, he could get very far onto my cock, and then keep his suction all the way up, swirl his tongue on my glans, then travel back down again. He’d alternate these long strokes with quick ones focusing on the head of my cock and my piss slit. This boy was good. “Fuck, Will, you know just how to get my balls churning!” I loved watching my cock disappear into his handsome young face, his full lips puffed around my big dick. I gently tugged on his wet hair as I pulled him deeper onto my cock. He braced himself standing in the pool, and used his elbows to widen the spread of my legs, giving him more access. I was lost in a world of pleasure, letting my head loll back as he sucked for his life on my cock. “Boy, you are really good at that. Unggh! Fuck yeah, that’s right, suck my dick, Will, you fucking pig.” And he did. He sucked harder, I could see his cheeks hollow as he worked more on my meat, what a hot fucker he is. “Mmmph,” he moaned around my big dick in his throat as I pulled him all the way on me and held him there for a couple of seconds. He backed off, taking a deep breath through his nose before slamming back down again, sucking hard as he did. I knew he was lost now, lost in the hedonistic addiction of cock, and hunting for the reward of my salty sperm. I fucked his throat hard, knowing he was going to be hoarse later, and not feeling at all guilty. This moment, his throat, my dick, it’s all that mattered. He threw himself onto my cock, taking all my inches into his teen mouth. Such devotion. Watching it turned me the fuck on, and there was no way I could hold back much longer. I watched his powerful shoulders flex as he bent in to take my cock and relax as he pulled out, and reveled in the sheer glory of the teen boy body: virile, strong, chasing his pleasure. Without warning my orgasm rocketed out of my balls and up my dick. I didn’t even have time to warm him, I just shouted, knowing my seed was shooting into his mouth. The good boy swallowed every drop, and nuzzled my shaft as I finally subsided. I let go of his hair with my tightly gripped hands, and smooth it out, returning again to caressing him as he laid his head slightly on its side on my inner thigh. He looked up at me, and I looked down at him. I knew later that evening he’d be inside me again. He was still hungry. The rest of the afternoon was relaxing and fun. Everyone was in a good mood – funny how new vehicles will do that to a boy! The sun, the pool, the beer, it made for a really pleasant mid-April Saturday in California. At some point I got things together for dinner, and put some hamburgers on the grill. The cookout was simple enough. As evening approached, we were sitting on the patio enjoying the twilight, and the mood turned more amorous. It was interesting to see our crew, which had so many times used occasions like this for a teen boy fuck fest begin to pair up and drift away. First it was Nick and Sean, who wandered inside. After a few minutes, it was clear they were not coming back anytime soon. I got up to get another round of beers, and saw David and Bill walk off toward Bill’s patio-access bedroom. I guess they were ready to get busy, too. I put the empties in the recycling can and approached Will, holding out my hand, he stood up, grasped my hand, and walked with me through the wooded path to my house and the big bedroom that we’d been sharing frequently. We started with a shower, climbing into my big shower stall, we rinsed the pool water off each other as the rain head cast warm water over our naked bodies. I held Will to me, chest to chest and let the water cascade around us. Both of us were lengthening and thickening rapidly as our kisses intensified. Finally, we knew it was time to get down to business. We dried off hurriedly, then practically ran into the bedroom and dove onto the bed. Kissing, groping, we were hungry for each other. Will’s body smelled so good and tasted good. It was clean and soapy from the shower we’d just taken, and already his teen musk was building a strong head, intoxicating me, driving me out of my mind with lust. Everywhere he kissed and nipped at my skin were electric sizzles of warmth and power. His hands on my body, manipulating me, his strong legs wrapped around mine, holding me in place. I may have been nearly 30 years older than he, but he was in control. I did not have much experience with a teen dominating, but from the way my ass was twitching and I was moaning, I certainly wanted Will to have his way. I felt him kissing and licking his way down my body, and knew right where he was headed. Sure enough I felt him probing at my inner thighs, using his hands to spread my legs, as his head dipped between them and his tongue hit my taint behind my balls. This boy was gonna fuck me for sure, there was no doubt. He used his strong shoulders to plow into me, naturally pushing my legs up. He sniffed and licked and I felt those luscious full lips pressed up against my hole, teasing me, wetting me, preparing me. My God, this kid knew how to eat ass, and he was feasting on mine! When Will entered me he did it with purpose. His previous times had been more gentle, sweet, but tonight he knew what he wanted and he was coming to claim it. With my legs spread apart, Will lined his big uncut teen dick up. He grabbed my waist with both hands, and, looking me dead in the eye, slid into me. One long push until he was balls deep in me. No lube, no stopping, just the wetness from his tongue and lips. It felt fucking fantastic to take Will’s cock like this. He bucked backward, dragging his thick piece inside me and then plunged back in. “I love how you take my cock, you’re greedy for me!” he exclaimed. The fucker was using my own lines on me. I thrust upwards to meet his next plunge, increasing the friction and sending a jolt of pleasure through his well-attuned teenage nervous system. His fucking was wild, relenetless. “Tell me how much you want me, Ben, c’mon, tell me!” he demanded. “You fucking feel so good, Will. Damn, make me yours, fuck me harder,” I begged. “I need you, fill me up!” I shouted back at him. “I’m gonna make you mine, bitch!” he threatened. I must have looked shocked, this was the last thing I was expecting. I probably took too long to think about it before I felt the crack of his hand against my face. The fucker just slapped me. “That’s for spanking my ass a few weeks ago and leaving a red mark,” he smirked. For my part, I was lost, lost in the fucking lust of it all, totally caught up in being Will’s, and letting him use my body for his pleasure. He put his hands on my shoulders, and pulled himself into me furiously, fucking relentelessly, driving himself, and me along with him, towards orgasm. He pumped and pushed into me, sweat dripping from his handsome face onto my chest. I knew he was getting close when his fucking quickened. He kept hitting up against my prostate, pushing me over the edge, and that’s just what happened. “You’re gonna make me cum, Will! I am gonna shoot now!” I threw my head back into the pillow and arched my back as my orgasm took control. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him into me as the first blast of cum hit his chest as he loomed over me. I squeezed my ass around him as he drove one final time deep into me, threw back his head and roared. “Fuck, Ben! You fucking made me cum. I am gonna fill you up now. Take all of me!” I felt his cum blasting my insides as I continued to paint his chest and teen tummy with my own. His sweat dripped onto my face, into my open mouth, and I tasted all boy. So sweet and salty and perfect. We headed back to the shower to rinse off the sweat and cum, kissing sweetly, like lovers. When we fell back into the bed, Will scooted up next to me, and held me. “So, I’m your bitch, eh?” I said, with a smile. “I guess I got a little out of control. You seemed to like it, though.” “I’m not complaining. It’s sexy to see a dominant streak coming out of you,” I affirmed. “It felt right, in the moment,” he said, looking thoughtful. “What do you think will happen with us when I go off to school in August?” I wasn’t really ready for this conversation, enjoying the time we were spending, but one of the duties of a boylover is to be honest and treat the boy respectfully. Never make him feel confused, that’s when he might get angry or vengeful. “Well, I hope that you’ll meet lots of guys, explore more of the sides of yourself that turn you on, experiment. I will always love you and you’ll have a place here, but I don’t want to hold you back,” I said. It was honest, but I was skirting the issue. I didn’t want to hold him back, for sure, but I also had not really expected things would last past the summer. “Is it because I am turning eighteen?” He asked, plainly. I should have known that Will was going to ask all the questions. He is a smart boy. “Well, yes, and no,” he pulled back, like I was about to deliver him an excuse. “No … let me explain,” I asked for more time, and held him tight. The truth is that this boy had taken me by surprise. At first I had thought it was just convenience and fun, but as his feelings grew, I found mine growing, too. When I told him that evening a few months ago that I loved him, I was being honest. “You’re more to me than our sex, or our friendship,” I began. “And what we’ve shared, what we’re building is as real to me as anything else. I did not expect that this would go much beyond your eighteenth birthday, because, yeah, you’re right, I love boys, and I’ve been enjoying you all through your adolescence,” I continued. “But I’ve also developed real feelings for you. Feelings that I didn’t develop even with Nick, who I’ve been with for eight years. I don’t really know what I want, except that I want to know what you’re thinking, what you want from us after you go off to college,” I almost could not believe I was being this vulnerable, and I wondered if in fact I was really open to letting this continue. Will let out a deep breath. “I have more questions, first,” he stated, then went on. “Don’t you get lonely? Yes, I see, your bed is often full, and you have no trouble finding sex, and even relationships, but have you ever wanted to build something?” And there it was, the million dollar question. “I did, once, want that. Of course, I grew up and came into dating when I was your age, thinking I wanted a partner. Over time, I let go of that dream, because loving boys, especially young ones, is pretty rare, and of course, it’s dangerous. That Bill and I have each other to hang around with and be open about it, is really unusual. So, I guess I abandoned the dream of having a partner who would also want to explore, or at least understand, my needs. And they are needs, Will. I love being with boys,” I confessed. Boylovers know this dilemma, staying single means staying safe. There are few people in the world who really understand and then who we can trust to encourage and keep safe what they know. I continued, “Being best friends with Bill, and having had a few years of this, of family, has been the most amazing period of my life. Sure, Nick and I were a team, but as he’s fallen head over heels for Sean, and you and David have been in our lives, it’s felt like a family. I’ve never had that in my adult life, I barely had it in my childhood. If I could hit pause on this moment, I would,” I admitted, and I meant it. “So, do you think that we can keep being a family?” Will’s question cut to the core. “I am open to trying,” I tightened my hold on Will. “Let’s give it a go.” I felt like something life-changing had just been set in motion. It was a simple declaration, but did I really mean it? Was I going to continue feeling love and lust for Will as he grew into a man, developed hair, got wrinkles? Ok, so maybe that was still a way off, but this is where my mind went. “Family,” Will said into the dark room. “Our family,” I responded. Will put his head on my chest and stroked my hair with his right hand, and we fell asleep. While Will and I had been having our deep conversation, another one was happening back in front of the pool at Bill’s house. After depositing two loads in David’s college jock ass, Bill and David, found their way back out onto the patio, looking up at the sky, sharing some whiskey. “What’s dating been like for you at college, David?” Bill asked. “I’ve met some hot guys, had some fun, but nothing that has lasted long. Plus,” he said, reaching over to fondle Bill’s body, “I’m kinda hot for dad bods. Not a lot of those on campus.” “I ruined you, great!” Bill laughed. “No, I was ruined before I met you,” David giggled, “but you’ve certainly taken it further and taught me a few things.” “It’s no secret that I like being with you, too. You’re a good lover, a good friend,” Bill responded. “When did you first start messing with young boys? I mean, I know that your dad and you messed around, and that you and Sean started early, but before Sean?” “It was in college, with my roommate, Ben, that we both kinda figured out that we were into preteen boys, and that sort of set me on a path. I didn’t do a whole lot with it other than look at porn, and one time messed around with the son of a professor on campus. I went into the Marines after college, and, well, you know the story from there.” We sat back, quietly, for a bit. “Have you ever been in love before?” David’s question was unexpected, and suddenly Bill was worried that perhaps David was asking him if he was in love with him. “Well, love … it’s not always straightforward I guess. I thought I loved Cheryl, enough to marry her, but really later I realized I had not ever really loved her. I love Sean, and fell in love with him as our relationship turned more physical and emotional…” Bill stopped, and then took a deep breath and continued. “I love you, too, David, I love being with you, I love talking with you, I especially love moments like this where you show me how intelligent you are.” “But you are not in love with me,” David stated. Bill did not know if this was a resigned statement or a question needing an answer. “David, I think of you as my family. Not just as a son to protect, but as a partner to love. Our family, you, me, Sean, Ben, Nick, Will, it’s amazing. I’ve never had anything like this, and I want it. I want it with you,” Bill let his feelings come out, then took a long drink of his bourbon. David let out a deep breath. “That’s what I want, too! I realize that I have not really looked hard for a relationship because I feel like I have what I need and want right here in this home with these people. My brother, you, your boy, and Ben and Nick. I want this.” Bill reached out and pulled their lounge chairs closer together, so he could put his arm around David. “I’m proud to be in love with you,” Bill said. Together they looked up at the sky and sipped their drinks. “What about Hamad?” David asked. “Unresolved,” Bill answered. “I mean, he was 11. I was 23. It was war. I haven’t seen him since then, and we never had the time to develop. Sometimes I even wonder if it was real, but I recall it too vividly to be an imagination. “Jetiqaraqshi,” David said, looking up at the Big Dipper. Bill smiled. “The Seven gods.” At the end of the week we all got together at Bill’s house for brunch, and recalled the fun week of Spring Break we’d had, fucking, playing, relaxing. As David pulled out of the driveway in the new Rubicon that he and Will now shared, Will shouted out. “Take good care of our jeep!” David waved his hand out of the top, having retracted the top, “I’ll be back in a few weeks for your graduation, little bro!” and he was off down the street. We heard his music come on from down the block as he blasted the stereo on his way back to Davis. The next few weeks flew by, as they do for Seniors. Why they even bother making them go back after Spring Break didn’t make sense to me. Nick and Sean and Will were all bouncing off the walls, nervously awaiting their big day. As the end of May approached, we began planning a graduation party bash. With so many families involved, but all the boys living near each other, we decided to do the party at our place. Mary was going to fly in from Colorado and stay in a hotel close by, and Susan was just going to come over. As it turns out, all three boys at three different schools had their graduations on the same day. Sean and Nick were a bit disappointed that they couldn’t be at each other’s, but their eyes were on the prize of getting out of high school and starting the next chapter. Will was ready, too, and David came down a day early to hang out. As we were sitting on the patio that Friday evening, my phone rang. It was Susan. I stood up and walked away so I could take whatever call she was making with some privacy. “Hello, Ben. It’s Susan,” she opened icily. “Hi Susan. Glad to hear from you. Ready to coordinate plans for the big day?” I asked with fake enthusiasm. I really hoped that she was not going to cause a scene, so I added. “I know that Nick is glad that you are coming to see him graduate. It’s been a lot of years to get him across the finish line!” “Well, that is why I am calling. Mark and I are going to come, and want to take Nick out for dinner afterward,” she stated. “Ah, well, I thought you were coming to Nick’s party. We’ve been planning it for a while, with Sean and Will, and their families. All of them graduate tomorrow.” “Ben, Nick is my son, and this is how I want to celebrate his graduation. I am sure you’ll have a good party without us,” she went on. “Well, how is that going to work. Nick and Sean are definitely planning on being together,” I raised my voice probably a bit too much, because I heard the conversation stop from the guys a few feet away. I lowered my voice, “I don’t think it’s a good idea to keep them apart on their big day.” “Mark and I don’t approve of our son’s homosexual relationship, and we are not going to a party where the two of them can jam their perversion down our throats,” she hissed. What is it with straight people and their obsession with jamming down throats? If she only knew what Nick could take in his throat … “Well, have you talked with Nick about this? I think he deserves to hear what you have to say, and to be heard,” I suggested. “Put him on the phone.” I called Nick over, and I stood behind him, holding his shoulders. Sean, Bill, everyone mardin escort jumped up and came over, surrounding him. “Hi mom, what’s up?” Nick said, trying to be casual. “Honey, I am looking forward to seeing you graduate tomorrow. I know we haven’t talked much in the last few months, since the accident, but Mark and I want to take you out to dinner in San Francisco after you graduate. We’ve made a reservation at a real nice restaurant,” Susan made her case. “Mom, but we’ve already made plans to have a big party back here, and since Sean and I can’t be at each other’s graduations, this is our chance to celebrate it together,” Nick was surprisingly calm as he held his own. I squeezed his shoulder and I noticed Sean reached out and touched his arm. “That boy isn’t your family,” Susan sniped. “He is, Mom. That’s where you’re wrong. Sean is family. So is Ben, Bill, all the guys here. We’re a family,” Nick stood his ground. “No, thank you for the offer for dinner, but I would like to come back and have a party here with everyone.” “You ungrateful little boy!” Susan shouted into the phone, making the speaker crack. “After all I have done for you.” “I have tickets for you and Ben, and I’ll meet you in the courtyard at the school at 10. Ben and I are coming back here after I graduate, and I hope that you’ll come celebrate with us,” I was so proud of Nick right now. “Ben? Ben is coming to see you graduate? I think that man is sick, too. Has he corrupted you?” “Mom, Ben has been a father to me, and a mother. He’s taken care of me for the last eight years. From homework to scraped elbows and broken legs, for all the holidays you missed, it’s been Ben who made a home for me. He’ll be at my graduation. He is family.” “That’s ridiculous! You’ll do what I say, or we won’t come at all,” Susan threw her last card on the table. “That will be your decision to make. I’ll be there at 10 tomorrow with tickets. Come find me. Or don’t,” and Nick hung up the phone. Sean stepped up immediately and hugged Nick, who sunk into the embrace, stunned by what had just happened. “That bitch!” we all said, in unison, me included, breaking my own rule. “Shake it off, Nick,” Bill suggested. “You did the right thing, and I am proud to be in your family.” Bill stepped up and squeezed Nick’s shoulder. We were all a little stunned, but we knew this might have happened. The rest of the evening was a bit quieter than before, but we were all still excited for the next day. Saturday dawned and I woke to Will nestled up against me. The conversation we’d had a few weeks ago had made us even closer, and I really loved our life together. He had not spent a night in his own bed since that night. I kissed the top of his head and rubbed his chest as he started to stir. “Good morning, diploma boy,” I cooed in his ear. “Damn, I can’t believe it’s finally here!” Will responded. “I’m really excited about today. “I am sorry that I can’t be at both graduations today, babe, because I would love to see you walk across the stage, too,” I admitted. “I know, and I’d love to see you there with my mom and David, but now especially, Nick is going to need his family there to support him,” Will said, without any jealousy. Will understood things, even as Nick had, that love is not restricting, it’s freeing. Love can be expressed in so many ways with different people, and it is truly possible to form deep attachments with more than one person. “Let’s get some breakfast and get you showered and ready. I am proud of you and of how hard you’ve worked for this day!” We took our time in the shower, kissing and groping, but we didn’t have sex. It was sweet. We were just getting out of the shower when Nick came running in. For propriety’s sake, he’d kept his stuff and clothes in his room here even though he was, for all intents and purposes, living at Sean’s place now. Will went to his room and Nick to his to get dressed, and I scrounged up a little breakfast for us. They both came out around the same time. Those boys really could clean up! They were both in pressed pants, button down shirts, and jackets. Will had even shined up his shoes. Nick was in his “fancy” sneakers. I was just serving up breakfast when the doorbell rang. Mary came in, and a tear slipped down her cheek as she saw her boy all dressed up. “You look so good, buddy!” she said, squeezing Will’s cheek. She joined us at the table and listened to the boys talk about the party plans and their summer plans and how ready they were to go off to school. She was supportive of Will, giving him freedom. I never felt about her like I had about Susan. Even though she had left Will alone a lot, she knew David had been there to watch over him, and later, she let him stay with us when she had to move to Colorado. Finally, it was time for Nick and me to head to the City. He said his goodbye to Mary, saying he’d see her later at the pool party, and hugged Will. “Don’t forget, tassel on the right, switch to the left!” Nick shouted out his words of friendly advice to Will. We left Mary and Will to finish breakfast and catch up, knowing they had a shorter drive to Will’s school down the street. We got in my SUV and drove to the City. Nick didn’t show it if he had been disappointed when Susan and Mark did not show up. He shrugged his shoulders, gave me the extra tickets and told me to give them to another family who might need extra seats. He wandered off to find his classmates and begin assembling for the big event. I heard the concert band warming up, knowing we’d soon be hearing endless rounds of Pomp and Circumstance. “Well, do you feel any different, graduate?” I said when I found Nick after the ceremony, which had been a little too long and a little too warm. I gave Nick a big hug, and squeezed his shoulders. Nick laughed, “I feel like I want a beer, and to celebrate! I am glad to be moving on!” Nick was short on words today, and I knew he was anxious to get out of his nice clothes and get the party started. I kept my hand on his shoulder and steered him out of the crowd of picture-taking people. “Then let’s hit the road,” I said. On the ride back, I reminded Nick how proud I was of him, and how much I loved him. “I love the man you’ve become. Thoughtful, compassionate, sweet. You’re smart and make smart choices,” I began. “I know that you know this, but I am always with you, and I will always be with you. I am glad you’ve found Sean, and he you, and I’ll always be your first boyfriend,” I squeezed his hand. “Thanks for being my first. You’ve taught me so much about life and love. Everything we’ve shared has been beautiful, and I am glad it doesn’t end,” Nick said, getting emotional. I held his hand as I steered with the other hand for the rest of the drive. We were quiet, letting the depth of feeling surround us. We pulled into the driveway at our place, and quickly shed our nice clothes in favor of shorts and polo shirts. I brought along a swimsuit that hadn’t seen much use in quite a while, and reminded Nick that with Mary there, if we did any swimming it would be with trunks on. It wasn’t much longer and we were over at Bill’s. Bill had arrived home a little bit ago, and was starting to put chips into bowls. We helped out in the kitchen and got everything ready. We were going to have steaks and potatoes and salad for dinner, and plenty of snacks, chips and dip and salsa. Nick and Sean disappeared to go set up the music, and Bill and I looked at each other and laughed. We knew it would be a while before any music was played. We cracked open a beer and sat by the pool. It wasn’t much longer that Mary came through. “Ahh, good! I am glad to see everybody changed out of their real clothes,” she admitted, as David and Will ran ahead of her to the fridge to get beers. “Want one, mom?” David asked, holding up a Corona. She accepted, and the party was officially started. “Where are Nick and Sean?” Will asked, and then immediately realized what a dumb question that was. “They’re just putting together a play list,” I came to the rescue. “I am sure they’ll be out in a moment.” And no sooner had I said it than we heard the speakers come to life, and Sean and Nick looking ruddy, came out, stopping at the fridge for beers. Bill stood. “Sean, you’re my pride and joy.” “Oh, Dad, really?” “Shut up, Son. This is my moment. You’re my pride and my joy, and I have loved you since the first time I held you in my arms when I came back from Afghanistan. I am proud of the man you have become, and look forward to seeing what you’ll do with your life. I know that you’ll do great things! To Sean!” Bill said, holding up his beer and toasting. We all drank. “Guess it’s my turn,” I started. “Nick, I was fortunate enough to see you grow up these last eight years, first as your neighbor, and then as your guardian. Thank you for sharing the best parts of your years, so far, with me. I can’t wait for you to make millions off your first video game design! To Nick!” I held up my beer, and we all drank. “Will,” Mary started. “You, and your brother, but mostly you, have been a joy to raise…” “Hey!” David said, in mock defense. We all laughed a bit. “Will, you and David make me happy and proud. I am glad you’ve reached this milestone, and that you have done it with integrity, hard work, and playfulness. I feel good about sending you off to college with your big brother, knowing you both will take care of each other and have adventures. I am proud of the person you are, and I hope when you meet the boy of your dreams, you bring him home to visit! To Will!” Mary held up her beer, and we laughed and toasted. After the speeches, and more beer, it was time for the gifts. Bill and I had gone in on a sports rack that could hold bikes, skis, or boards on the Rubicon, and matching Diamondback Haanjo Carbon bikes for Sean and Nick to bring down to Los Angeles. “For getting around campus when you don’t need to drive,” I said. The boys were amazed, and excited to try out their new bikes. We would take them down on Monday to the dealership to get the rack installed. Mary presented Will with a dorm fridge and microwave, and the requisite hotpot, along with a few hundred dollars of “beer money, but don’t get caught trying to buy beer with it!” It was really happening. The boys had graduated, were growing up. As I got more beer and brought a round back to everyone, I was struck by the perfection of the moment. Another reminder. This is family. Bill’s patio, especially when the pool was in use and there was music, was cut off from the front door. As he worked in a security firm, he had installed a flashing light outside and a speaker that would ring when the front doorbell chimed. Sean was standing by the patio door when the light flashed. “I’ll get the door,” he shouted, and went into the house to see who it was. A minute later he returned, followed by a tall man with dark skin and two boys. “Dad, he says he’s looking for you,” Sean said, getting Bill’s attention. Bill looked up, and froze. All eyes were on him, and the three newcomers, the music playing cheerfully in the background. Bill stood up, and slowly walked over, and then picked up his pace. “Hamad!” he shouted, the emotion clear in his voice. “Hamad!” Bill embraced him tightly. Pulling back, Bill said, “You found me. I never gave up.” “Hello,” Hamad had a deep accent and a clean clear voice, soothing. “I found you.” There are not many occasions in the many decades of friendship with Bill that I had witnessed him cry, but today his tears flowed. As he embraced Hamad he gulped air in deep breaths as he sobbed, overcome by the moment of reunion that had been so long in coming. For his part, Hamad’s dark face glistened with wet tears as he let himself go in the moment. By this time everyone had come near, eager to meet this man we’d heard about. Mary just followed, I am sure wondering what the story was. Getting his bearing, Bill said, “This is my boy, Sean,” he put his hand on Sean’s shoulder and presented him. “Ah, Sean, I heard about you before you were born, but I asked your dad to name you Hamad,” he laughed, and extended his hand to Sean. Sean reached up and hugged him. “I’m glad to meet you. I’ve heard many stories about you.” Hamad smiled. And then he pulled his two boys, who had been shyly behind him, and presented them. “These are my sons: Esmail,” he said, indicating the older boy, “and Faiz,” he said, resting his hand on his younger son’s shoulder. “Esmail and Faiz, this is Bill, the Marine who saved my life.” Introductions were made all around, and soon we were chattering happily. Bill offered Hamad a beer, which he declined, taking a bottle of water instead, and Esmail and Faiz were beside themselves with wonder when they saw the shelf on the outdoor fridge devoted to Coke and Sprite. Sean asked them what they wanted, and got it for them. “Now you know where they are,” he indicated, “have more whenever you want them!” We moved back to the pool, and started talking about how things had led them here. “I worked for the American embassy in Kabul,” Hamad started, “in an office of cultural relations. After five years of service, they told me I could apply to come to America on a permanent visa if I wanted, and that I could bring my sons. They were too young, so I worked for a few more years, and then last year began the process,” he explained. “Now that Esmail is 10 and Faiz is 8, I felt it was time to come.” “Where is their mother?” Mary asked. “Fahima died giving birth to our third child, who also died,” Hamad said, the sadness clear on his face. “I grieved and still do,” Hamad continued. “We need a change.” The conversation continued, and eventually it was time for dinner. Fortunately, we overbought, and there was sufficient food for everyone. All three of our new guests were wide eyed when whole steaks were taken off the grill and offered along with salads and potatoes and garlic bread. We sat around Bill’s big table and talked like old friends. Esmail and Faiz spoke slowly but their English was good. Clearly their dad’s time working in an American embassy had given them an advantage. We learned that Hamad and his boys were staying with an Afghan family in Fremont that had some loose ties with Hamad’s family. They had arrived two weeks ago, and had spent the time so far getting acclimated. After dinner, Mary took her leave, opting to head back to her hotel to turn in early. She and Will and David were going to meet up tomorrow to have brunch and spend the day together. Immediately the boys all had the same thought… “Let’s go for a swim!” Sean led the charge. With Mary out of the picture, my early caution to Nick about wearing his trunks was forgotten, and we all watched as the boys stripped down and jumped in. Hamad looked surprised at first, and then smiled. “Do you want to go, too?” he asked his boys. There was an enthusiastic response, and soon they, too were naked. “You show them the ropes, Bill, I’ll take in the dishes and come right back out and join you,” I suggested, standing to clean up the plates. Finally, I made my way back out, bringing beers for everyone who wanted them, shucked my clothes, and jumped in. The day had been warm, and as evening approached the cool water felt wonderful. The boys were all being on their best behavior, but I knew what they were thinking. Sean swam up to Bill. “Dad, um, can Nick and I, you know, be close?” he looked over at Hamad. Bill looked confused for a moment, but Hamad, perceptive as he was, rescued him. “Sean, it’s ok with me if it’s ok with your dad.” Bill breathed a sigh of relief. “But keep it clean, Sean,” Bill warned. David, Sean, Will, and Nick, clustered in the water, and I watched them kissing and horsing around. “This is all new to my boys, but I told them how it was in America, and I told them about you and me as a boy,” Hamad explained. “You told them about us? You were a boy, how did they feel about that?” “Oh, no, that’s not the problem,” Hamad said, kissing Esmail on his full lips. “They already know about men and boys, but they didn’t know it could be so open,” Hamad went on to explain. It takes a lot to surprise a former Marine, and I enjoyed watching the wheels turn in Bill’s head. “Well, yeah, it’s not like Afghanistan, but you can’t do it out on the street, what you are doing, or what we did,” Bill was at a loss for words. Hamad laughed, “I know America is liberal, but not that liberal! The boys have never seen this outside our house. But I think they’ll get used to it.” Later that evening, Will and Sean and Nick had all gone to bed together, and we’d put Esmail and Faiz together in one of the spare beds in Bill’s house. David, Hamad, Bill, and I were sitting out under the stars talking. Bill had lit the firepit, and the gas flames gave just enough warmth to the cool June evening. I brought out glasses and bourbon, and poured four, handing Hamad one. I lifted my glass, and we toasted. If it burned Hamad’s throat, he didn’t let on. “So, what are your plans, here, Hamad?” David asked. “I will look for work. I have good references and a resume. I can do many things in an office,” he explained. Bill had shifted, and had his arm around Hamad. We all talked for a little longer, and then I stood up. David stood up with me. “I’m gonna hit the hay, gentlemen. It’s been a beautiful day. Hamad, I am so glad that you’re here, and I hope you’ll be here often.” “Good night, Bill. Goodnight, Hamad,” David said. “I’m gonna crash at Ben’s place tonight, if that’s alright with Ben.” “Mi casa es su casa,” I replied, and we walked off together. It had been a while since I’d shared a bed with David, and it was beautiful to reacquaint myself with his body and his big uncut cock. As I drifted off to sleep with this college boy in my bed, I reflected on how amazing life could be, how unexpected. I held David close, and listened to his breathing deepen. Next door, Bill and Hamad were still sitting outside, talking. Bill had poured more whiskey, and the conversation got deeper. “Hamad, I never gave up hope on seeing you again, and at the same time I was completely unprepared for this. I am so happy to see you,” Bill said, caressing Hamad’s handsome face. Hamad’s dark eyes shone in the light of the fire, moon, and stars, and he smiled. “I never forgot you. Even though I married, I was always in love with you. Fahima did not understand my feelings, she thought I was just grateful for your saving me.” “Hamad, I didn’t save you, I ruined your life,” Bill said, the grief and guilt still raw so many years later. “No, Bill. What happened that night was awful, terrifying, and sad. But it also set me free on a different path, opened my eyes, gave me a taste of what I wanted. You, you gave me a taste of what I wanted, and I have wanted more,” Hamad explained. Bill leaned forward, and his lips met with Hamad’s. They kissed, passionately, lovingly, years of longing. It was a kiss of lovers, partners. Certain, impassioned, possessive. Breathless, they fell back, holding each other, and laughing. “Hamad, I want you to be here with me, with us. We, all of us here, are family. You are, too. You have always been. I’ve told my boy about you, and my friends, and you’ve always been here, a seat ready to be filled. Will you? Will you come and live here and raise your boys here with me?” Hamad cried. Soft and lovingly, the tears slipped down his cheeks. “I will never leave you again,” he promised. “I will never leave you again,” Bill swore. They held hands, looking up at the stars together. “Jetiqaraqshi,” Bill said, pointing at the Big Dipper. Hamad squeezed his hand. “You remembered.” “I’ll never forget.” Soon they went inside, and for the first time in seventeen years, they made love. Bill took his time, standing in front of the bed with Hamad, undressing him. Bill kissed each part of skin as it was revealed. Hamad’s rounded shoulders, strong but lean, his chest, covered in a pelt of curly black hair. Bill spent time on his nipples, proudly erect, pebbling in the cool air-conditioned environment of Bill’s house. Bill squatted in front of him, licking his belly, swirling his tongue inside Hamad’s bellybutton. Every part of Hamad’s skin was a banquet for Bill, as his tongue grazed and probed and reacquainted itself with his long-lost love. Bill could feel the heat coming from Hamad’s groin even through the fabric of his pants. It had been a small boy’s cock the last time Bill had seen and tasted it, today he would taste it as a man’s dick. He undid the fastener and let Hamad’s pants slip down his muscular legs, pulling his underwear down at the same time. As his cock, freed from fabric, slapped up against his skin, Bill took his uncut cock in his mouth and tasted it for the first time in so many years. It was a homecoming. Hamad’s body was trembling as Bill ministered to him, sucking his cock, and fondling the firm globes of his ass. Bill pulled him deeper into his mouth, letting Hamad’s big dick hit the back of his throat and settle in. Then Bill felt Hamad’s hands on his head, pulling him off. “No, please, I want to cum with you inside me. Don’t make me come like this our first time,” he smiled, pulling Bill up. “Take me again, you made me yours the last time, reclaim what’s yours now.” Bill switched on. This was the continuation of their love making that had been interrupted so many years ago, this time Bill would and could follow through. Together, they tore at Bill’s remaining clothes, shedding them quickly. Once free, Bill threw Hamad onto the bed, and then fell on top of him, his kisses showing the full force of his passion. Bill’s big dick inflated, pressed against his lover’s skin, and he felt them both beginning to leak as Bill slid against him. He slid down Hamad’s long legs, and pushed them open, finding his hole. He dove in, tasting Hamad’s depth, experiencing his musk as he probed deeper. Finally, feeling Hamad was ready, Bill lined up, pulling his lover’s legs apart, and entered him. “Ohhh! You feel as good as I remember!” Hamad moaned. “I have never felt so full in all my life, and I’ve wanted this so many times.” Bill slid all the way in, his enormous, thick cock opening his lover. Once fully embedded, Bill pulled out. “Ohh, Hamad, my boy. I have thought of you for so many years, wanted you.” Bill’s eyes met with Hamad’s, and they were communicating the same love and longing to each other. “Ungh Ungh, yeah, Bill, that’s right, fuck me hard,” Hamad shouted as Bill snapped his hips and pushed deep into his lover. “I need you, need your cock and your cum and your heart.” Bill’s breathing was getting erratic as his nervous system was pushing toward his orgasm, his spine starting to tingle and. “I… fucking … love you … Hamad!” Bill shouted as his body shuddered and began delivering the first spurt of cum into his man’s ass. For his part, Hamad arched his back, and his cock erupted in spontaneous orgasm, pumping out cum and covering Bill’s belly and his own. Together, they rode out their journey as their brains, dicks, nervous systems, and hearts fired together. Bill collapsed onto Hamad, finding his lips while Hamad’s arms encircled him. The sweat and cum covering their bodies bonded them more, as they enjoyed the moment of their reunification. Later that night, as they made love a second time, Bill knew what had been missing from his full life. So much had gone right, but there had always been something missing. Hamad. Hamad was the partner he’d always wanted. “I’ll never forget,” Bill said again, in the darkness of their room, the smell of their sex clinging to them. “Never.” Hamad replied. The next morning David and I showered and walked over to Bill’s house. Things were in full swing. Breakfast was a production of hungry mouths, juice glasses, shirtless teenagers, and Hamad’s boys running around in their underwear. As David and I came in and joined the noisy party, we grabbed seats at the table. Mugs of coffee were soon thrust into our waiting hands, and life started all over again. Faiz came up to me and sat in my lap, a piece of melon in his hand. “Would you like some?” he asked. I took a bite and his finger grazed my lip. Instantly, I felt the connection with my cock, and it embarrassingly started to grow. Luckily I had a boy in my lap who didn’t seem to notice, or mind it. Esmail climbed into David’s lap too, and they started talking about cars and baseball and everything else. I saw the way David tightened his hold on Esmail, pulling him against his chest. All around me life was happening. Will walked up and gave me a loving, long kiss. “I missed you last night,” he nuzzled into my ear. Sean and Nick were laughing, the whole world at their fingers, but also bacon in their fingers as they enjoyed breakfast. Bill and Hamad were sitting closely together. I could tell that they had reformed the bond that had kept them tightly together for the last seventeen years. As eight year-old Faiz squirmed on my lap and I speared another piece of melon from the plate on the table to share with him, all was right with the world. Family. It had just grown a bit larger, but that’s what families do. And I had more boys in need of loving. End of story. Thank you, gentlemen, for your support, emails, and guidance over the last year as this story has taken shape. Our story has come to its end, and Ben and Nick have found the family they’ve always wanted. I realize that I started this story almost a year ago, and it has taken me a while to get it all out there. I appreciate those who have read it and stuck with it. This was my first foray into the world of writing erotic fiction. I have lots more ideas, so we’ll see what happens next.

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