(More Secrets)

Keith Dawson, Doug’s son, and Francis Bailey, Richard’s son, were born on the same day.  They lived next door to each other, and became the best of friends.  Their fathers had shared the same experience of being the same age, and the closest of buddies.  Doug and Richie’s bromance had morphed into love, and physical love at that.  The fathers did not discover their true nature until they were adults, and had become husbands and fathers.  The sons were luckier, they began to play with each other when they were eleven years old.

Of course, it started in the schoolyard, where a friend had instructed them in the age-old ritual of masturbation.  The way Kenny put it, “I can’t believe you two nerds don’t whack off yet.  Come over to my house after school.  My folks will still be at work, and I’ll educate you.” 

Their education was like a seed carefully planted.  They both tried solo masturbation, and failed to climax the first few times.  Once they were both successful, they confided in each other.  They were ecstatic at the physical and emotional feelings it aroused in them.

They agreed that the fluid they ejaculated was watery compared to Kenny’s.  It didn’t bother them. Kenny was a year older than they, and they both knew that the stuff would get thicker as they matured.  They knew a lot of stuff, a lot more than their classmates.  They were the two smartest and youngest kids in their class, and they knew that someday they wanted to teach, just like their dads.

They went through a rather rapid progression.  The first thing they tried was to whack off the other.  That was a wonderful turn-on for both of them.  After a while they grew curious, and tasted their cum.  They liked what they tasted, and began to swallow each other’s essence.

One day, Keith noted that there was some residual semen on Frank’s uncut cock.  They were both uncut.  Keith bent over to get the last bit of Frank’s nectar.  He licked the specimen off the tip of Frank’s cock.  His buddy tasted so good, that Keith just kept licking Frank’s hardening rod and nibbling his foreskin. 

Suddenly, Frank screamed, “I’m cumming again.  Don’t stop.”

Keith was enjoying himself too much to stop.  He felt Frank’s orgasm developing.  He gobbled up the cock he was so happily sucking.  He wanted every drop of Frank’s cum.  He didn’t want to lose a single bead.

Frank was out of breath.  When he recovered, he informed Keith that so far this was the best way ever to cum.  “Let me do it to you,” he said.  After Keith came, he thoroughly agreed with Frank.

Then they reached the apex of their discoveries.  One day, in the schoolyard, their mentor, Kenny, informed them that a friend of his had begged him to fuck him in the ass.

“It was awesome,” he proclaimed.  “You guys should try it.  I can’t wait until I can fuck a real vagina.”

For some reason, the thought of fucking a vagina was repugnant to both Frank and Keith. 

“Yuk,” Keith said.

He was referring to fucking a vagina, but Kenny misread him.  He thought Keith was referring to ass-fucking.  “You’ll feel differently after you’ve tried it,” he declared adamantly.

Of course, they tried it at the first opportunity.  They had no knowledge of using lubricant or stretching the asshole.  They didn’t even know about condoms.  They just entered dry and commando.  It was not a problem.  They both had small, immature weenies, and ran into no resistance at all.  The experience electrified both of them.

“From now on,” Keith said, “let’s do it that way.”

“I’d like to do it every way, with our hands, asses, and mouths.” Frank responded.

“Sure, bro, you’re on.”

A few days later, Keith was fucking Frank.  As he climaxed, he yelled out, “I love you Frankie.  I want to live with you the rest of my life.” 

Frank was mute, but as soon as they disconnected, he grabbed Keith, and yelled, “I love you too.”  Then he placed his lips on Keith’s and they shared their first kiss.  It was dry, but they had yet to learn the role of a tongue in the act of kissing.

Then one awful day, when they were just shy of their twelfth birthdays, their mothers caught their fathers fucking each other.  They kicked them out of the house immediately.  Both boys adored their fathers, and demanded to know why.

“You’re too young to understand,” both mothers said.  “We’ll explain when you’re older.”

As part of the divorce settlement, the men got the kids every other weekend.  They only had one guest bedroom, so they worked it out that Doug’s kids came one weekend, and Richie’s kids came the other.

Even though the room was furnished with twin beds, neither the boys nor the girls fancied sharing a room with a member of the opposite sex, especially their siblings, so the kids made their own schedule.  The boys came one weekend, and the girls came the other.  Even though the girls weren’t really friends, they preferred to share a room with each other than with their brothers.  That experience actually brought the girls a little closer together.

The girls were too young to wonder why their fathers slept in the same room, and in the same bed, at that.  If they had thought about it, they would have erroneously concluded that one of the men slept in their room as a rule, but he moved out on weekends to accommodate them.

The boys were not so naïve.  They wondered about it from their first visit.  The fathers refrained from sex on the weekends when they had the kids over, but the boys picked up on their inter-actions immediately.  They called each other honey and sweetie, and touched each other a lot.

“Do you think they’re doing what we’re doing?” Keith asked Frank one night.

“I don’t know, and I’m sure not going to ask them.  I’d be too chicken anyway.”

Like their fathers, the boys tried to refrain from having sex when they were visiting.  It was a rare treat for them to be alone in a bedroom, but still they disciplined themselves not to play. 

After catching their husbands in the act, the boys’ mothers vetoed sleepovers for their sons, so finding opportunities to have sex was very rare indeed for the two boys.  They looked forward to sleeping in the same room at their dads’ apartment, even if the evening was totally chaste.  One Saturday night, about a year after the separation and ultimate divorce, they couldn’t help themselves, and gave into temptation.  Frank jumped into Keith’s twin bed, and they began a lusty game of sixty-nine.

About the time that they started to play, Doug was very thirsty.  He went into the kitchen to get a cold glass of water or juice.  He didn’t care which.  He heard the boys making love behind their closed door.  He knew the sounds well, and curiosity got the best of him.  He slowly and quietly opened their door just an inch, and saw what was going on.  As stunned as he was, he had the presence of mind to close the door the same way, slowly and quietly.

He ran back to his bedroom and shut the door.

“What’s wrong?” Richie asked.  “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Not a ghost,” Doug said, “but I saw our kids having sex.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course, I’m sure, but I’m more bothered by the fact that I don’t know if I’m delighted or upset.”

“Do you think we should have a talk with them?”

“My mind is too boggled to think about it right now,” Doug answered.  “Let’s mull it over, and if we decide to talk to them, we can do it on their next visit.”

“We won’t see them for four weeks,” Frank reminded Doug.  “They’ll be thirteen two weeks from today, and their mothers are making them a big birthday party.  They’re taking all their friends bowling, and then lunch at the snack bar.”

“I’m glad we’re waiting then,” Doug opined.  “I’d prefer to talk to them when they’re thirteen years old, rather than when they’re twelve.  Psychologically, it sounds like they’ll be a lot more mature.” 

Over the next few weeks, they debated back and forth if they should have a talk with their sons.  They finally decided that if they were old enough to be having sex together, they were old enough to know the truth about their fathers.  The decision was made.

“We’ll take them out to dinner,” Doug said.  “We’ll tell them that it’s our belated birthday party for them, since we were not invited to the bowling alley.  Then, when we get home, we’ll sit down and tell them about us.”

“I’m still scared,” Richie whined, “but it has to be done.”

“When we tell them,” Doug wondered, “do you think they’ll come out to us?”

“I hope so, but if they don’t, I’m going to tell them we know about them.  I don’t want any secrets between us anymore.”

“I agree,” Doug said.

They took their sons to a barbecued chicken and rib joint.  It was Richie and Doug’s favorite restaurant.  The boys pretended to be happy about going there.  To tell the truth, they both hated the mess they made when eating barbecued food.  They especially hated that they could not prevent the meat from lodging between their teeth.

When they got home, they all washed their hands and faces more thoroughly than they could at the restaurant.  They got comfortable in the living room, and Doug asked, “Do you boys want anything?”  He was trying to delay the inevitable.

“I wouldn’t mind a coke.  I’ll get it myself,” Keith said.  “How about you, Frank?”

“No. I’m good.”

After much fumbling and mumbling the fathers could delay no longer.  By agreement, Richie began.

“Did you guys ever wonder why we split from your mothers?” 

Neither boy said anything.  The question sounded rhetorical, and didn’t require an answer.

Richie continued.  “This is hard to explain boys, so bear with me.  We fell in love with each other, and we realized that we loved each other more than we loved our wives.  We needed to be together full time and spend our lives together.  We didn’t mean to hurt your mothers, or you, or your sisters, but in the end, it was the best thing for all of us.”

The boys remained silent.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” Doug asked.

Finally, Keith found his tongue.  “Yeah,” he said.  “We kinda suspected.”

“How?”

“I guess it was our gaydar,” Frank said.

Richie pretended to be shocked, “What do you mean?” he asked.

“We’re as gay as you two are, and we want to live our lives together also.  In fact, we’ve made that commitment, and if you say we’re too young, I’ll go ballistic.  Both our IQs put us in the realm of adults.”

“We suspected about you two also,” Doug admitted.  “It could have been our gaydar also, but the truth is I caught you at it one evening.”

“We always resisted having sex while we were here, but one night we just gave in, Keith confessed.  “That must have been the night you saw us.”

“Does this mean we can have as much sex as we want when we sleep over in the future?” Frank asked.

“No, you cannot,” Doug shouted.  “You say you are committed for a life time, then you can make love all you want, but not have lustful sex.”

“Look,” Richie added.  “It’s not easy being gay, but it’s a lot easier than living a fraudulent life, so whatever happens, promise me you’ll be true to who you are.”

Both boys nodded.

Keith got a mischievous look on his face, and asked, “Since you’ve seen us making love, can we watch you later.”

“Get a grip, Buster,” Doug said.  “It ain’t gonna happen.  We restrained from making love while you were here, but now we can let go also, but behind tight shut doors.”

“Bummer,” Keith laughed.

Frank got serious.  “Please Dads,” he pleaded, “we don’t want to tell our mothers until we go off to college.  They’ll only give us the “you’re too young” spiel.  They’ve had one trauma with you two.  Let’s not give them another.”

“It’s a deal,” Richie said.  “It’s your decision when to tell them anyway, not ours.”

“Hey guys,” Keith said.  “When Frank and I are eighteen, let’s go to gay bars together.  I know we won’t be able to drink anything stronger than a coke, but it’ll be fun.” 

We’ll give you two choices at the club,” Frank added.  “You can say we’re your kid brothers, or tell the truth.  That should be a blast; two gay men with their two gay sons.  It’ll give the guys plenty to talk about.”

“This adds new meaning to the expressions, “like father like son,” and “the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”  Doug said.  “I think this is going to be a real blast.  I’m so glad we laid all our cards on the table.”

That night each couple slept in their own rooms.  They made love all through the night.  They held nothing back, except they all forgot to shut their doors.