David and Jonathan II
 by: Hankster

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Chapter 6
Frank 

Driving back to Long Island, Frank and Ray were very quiet for the first part of the trip.  Suddenly Ray became aware that his father’s chest was heaving.  He looked over to see his father crying.

“Dad,” he yelled, “What’s the matter?  Are you all right?”

Frank got hold of himself.  “Yes, son, I’m fine.  I’m just so happy for you.  That’s all.  You’ve got great friends, from good families, and I know the five of you will have great times in school.”  He put his hand on his son’s thigh, and rubbed gently.  Ray pretended not to notice.  He chalked it up to his father being emotional, and trying to show his grown son the affection he used to show him as a child.

Ray was the only one of Frank’s sons still living at home.  Peter had accepted a job in Chicago, and Luke, the eldest, was married and lived in his own home in Oceanside.  When they entered the house, Ray ran right upstairs and went to bed.  Frank wasn’t the least bit tired.  He went to his den and picked up the book he had been reading.  Then he went into the powder room off the front hall, locked the door, dropped his pants, and sat down on the commode. 

Slowly and sensuously he started to stroke himself.  He fantasized that he was sucking Jonathan’s cock and David was fucking him.  As his orgasm neared, his fantasy changed.  Ray was now fucking him.  He came with great force, and a huge gush of spunk.  When it was over, he cried.

Frank’s desire to have sex with a man was consuming him.  It was all he ever thought about.  When he made love to his wife, he pretended she was his college football coach.  Once he had come into the locker room late, and saw his coach sucking his teammate’s cock.  He retreated quietly, wishing he was the one being sucked.

Not once had he ever acted on his desires.  To this day, as his yearnings grew ever stronger, he was a virgin to male sex.  Every day he ached to ask Ray what it was like, how it felt to hold a cock in your hand, and to make love to it, but he remained silent. 

As his appointment with Jonathan approached, he began to have a strong desire to out himself to Matt’s parents.  Maybe they had friends they could fix him up with.  He sensed they would be discrete.  After all, he was a potentially huge client.  He began to compose the script in his head, and he memorized what he would say as if he was learning the lines of a play.

This time when Frank entered Jonathan’s office, he was not greeted with a handshake.  Instead he got a bone crushing bear hug.  He started to feel his cock reacting, and had to sit right down.  His plan was to come out to both brothers at lunch, and this was not yet the time.

For almost two hours, he signed more papers and forms than for a house closing.  There were forms allowing Caldwell Investments to trade on his behalf, and other forms allowing his bank and present brokerage firm to transfer his assets to them.  Then Jonathan explained the firm’s investment strategy.  He promised to increase Frank’s net worth by at least one-third in the first year, and when it was over, the two men hugged again.  It was close to coming out time, and Frank didn’t care if Jonathan felt his erection or not.  Jonathan did.

They picked up David, and headed for lunch at the same dimly lit restaurant they had taken Mike Buckman when he signed up with them.  The brothers both had a psychic feeling that Frank wanted to tell them something, just as Mike had, just a few years ago.  Neither had particularly good gaydar.  They usually depended on Matt for confirmation, but still they both felt it.

In fact, after the waiter took their order, David said, “I have a feeling that you want to tell us something, but aren’t quite sure how to start or what to say.”

“Oh, you’re wrong, David.  I know just what to say.”  Frank then proceeded to pour his heart out.  At times he hyperventilated, and it was difficult for him to speak.  Neither David nor Jonathan interrupted him, but by the time he had spilled his guts out, each Caldwell was holding one of Frank’s hands.

“I have one more confession to make,” Frank said.  “It’s something that disturbs me greatly, but you are both fathers, and maybe you can advise me.”  Frank lowered his head so that he didn’t have to look at the twins.  Softly, he said, “I am so hot for my own son, Ray, that I ache when I see him.”

“Oh Frank,” David said.  “Come out to him and tell him how you feel.  Jonathan and I seduced our father and our Uncle Steve when we were teeny-boppers, and then Matt and Alan did the same to us.  The scamps thought that Mike was straight and they set about seducing him also.”

“Oh God…” was all Frank could mutter.

“It’s the best sex you’ll ever have,” David continued, “because you have a double bond.  Not only is there a physical connection, but there’s also an emotional, overwhelming love connection.  In our experience the gay sons want it as much as the gay fathers.”

There was silence for a long while.  After the waiter delivered their food, David said, “This is Deja-vu you know.”  He and Jonathan then told him about the day Mike Buckman signed all the same papers he just did, and then came out to them at lunch.

“We can’t advise you what to do with your life, but we can give you the same present we gave Mike,” David said.  He took out one of his business cards, and on the back he wrote: Juan, Give Frank the works.  It’s on us. David C.

“There’ a gym called ‘Crystals’ just up the street from our office.  After lunch, go there.  Ask for Juan and give him this card.  Afterwards, if you still feel the same way, arrange to come into the city on business or something, and we’ll see to it that your virgin days become a distant memory.  On the other hand if you have any feelings of guilt at all, we’ll understand.”

Frank understood full well that the twins were inviting him to have sex with them.  He doubted strongly that his session with Juan would change his mind.

When Frank entered Juan’s massage room, he gave the handsome Latino David’s card.  Juan read it and smiled.  He ordered Frank to strip…all the way.  He spent nearly an hour giving Frank a soothing, muscle relaxing massage.  When he was doing Frank’s back, he let his greasy fingers wander into Frank’s crack, and Frank purred like a kitten.  When he was massaging Frank’s front, his fingers occasionally wrapped around Frank’s huge cock, and he stroked gently.

Juan kept teasing Frank this way, and finally he began to suck his cock.  Tears ran down Frank’s cheeks.  His balls began to constrict, and Juan stopped sucking him.

“Don’t stop! Why did you stop?” Frank whimpered.

“Shhh…baby.  You’ll see.”  Juan took a condom from a drawer, opened it and rolled it down Frank’s rod.  It was a very tight fit.  He then applied half a tube of lubricant all over it.  Finally he shoved lots of lubricant up his own ass.  He straddled Frank, lined up Frank’s cock with his crack, and slowly lowered himself until Frank’s entire monster was up his ass.

Juan didn’t move, but Frank was squirming beneath him.  Be patient, my precious friend,” Juan said.  “Let’s enjoy the moment.”  After what seemed like forever to Frank, Juan started to move up and down.  Frank started to thrust upward.  As much as the big guy would have liked it to last forever, he started to scream, and he shot stream after stream of cum into the condom. 

Juan helped him clean up, and when Frank was dressed, he asked, “When I come back next time, with my own wallet, will you fuck me?”

“I do whatever my clients want me to do,” Juan answered simply. 

Frank tried to tip Juan, but he absolutely refused.

“I’ll definitely see you again,” Frank said as he shook Juan’s hand, and left.  He was in some state of euphoria, and he knew that he could not drive home safely for a while.  He needed to catch his breath and come down to earth.  He sat down in the lobby of the gym and called Jonathan.

“I loved every minute of it.  The results were everything I ever dreamed of.  The only regret I have is using a condom.”

“It’s a rule of the gym.”

“I want to thank you and your brother profusely.”

“There’s no need to thank us.  We like to keep our clients happy.”

“Is your invitation still open?”

“Absolutely.”

“I think I can get away tomorrow evening.  Would you guys be free?”

“If we weren’t, we would make ourselves free.  I’ll make sure that Matt and Alan stay at Ben and Mike’s tomorrow evening.  They’ll be with Jay and Todd, so they’ll all be overjoyed.”

“Good.  I don’t want them to know about me yet.  They might tell Ray.  Eventually I’ll tell him, but I’m not ready to come out to him just yet.”

That evening, as Frank had dinner with his wife and his son, Ray could sense that something was different with his father.  He was glowing, and looked happier than Ray had ever seen him.  Frank was bursting with smiles and good cheer.  In fact, he drank more wine than he usually did.

Ray noticed something else.  It disturbed him, but he didn’t quite know why.  His father was directing all his good cheer to him, rather than to his mother.  He tried to make sense of that, but he couldn’t, so he changed the subject.

“My roommates got tickets for ‘The Book of Mormon’ for a Saturday evening next month, so I’m going into the city, and I’m either staying at the Caldwell’s or with Alan’s parents overnight.”  He didn’t have to ask permission, but he did. “Will that be all right?”

“Sure, sure,” Frank piped right up.  His smile grew even larger, and Ray could only wonder what was up with his father.

Frank arrived at Caldwell Investments just as the office was closing for the evening.  He actually found street parking not far away. 

“Let’s have dinner before we go home,” David suggested.

“I think I’m too excited to eat,” Frank said.

“I figured as much,” Jonathan muttered, “so let’s go home and afterwards we can make sandwiches or something.  We came to work by taxi, Frank.  Where’s your car?”

“Just up the street.”

“Good, drive us home.”

They found parking very close to the house.  When Frank entered the town house he was shaking like a leaf, and as white as a ghost.  “I think you need a drink,” David said.  “Let’s all have a glass of wine.”  The wine helped Frank to settle down.  There was renewed color in his face, and he was breathing easier. 

To further relax Frank’s anxiety, Jonathan said.  “I know that Juan does all the work for a client.  I’m sure all you did was lay back and enjoy.  This evening you should be more proactive, so what have you got in mind?  Which of your fantasies can we make come true, if not all of them?”

“You are so right.  Juan sucked me and I fucked him.  I still haven’t tasted cock, and I’d like to get fucked.  I also have had a long time fantasy of rimming and being rimmed.”

“Your desires are very modest,” David said.  “I think the wine and conversation have done their jobs.  Let’s get going.”

They climbed the stairs, and headed for the twins’ bedroom.  Frank had never been ashamed of his massive, muscular body, and he stripped faster than his hosts.  He threw himself on the custom-made larger than king-sized bed.  He actually held out his arms to welcome either of the twins into his cocoon.  David was the first to be smothered in Frank’s arms.

“Let’s start out with a daisy chain,” Jonathan said. 

At last Frank tasted cock for the first time.  The twins were not cut.  There was no woman in the picture when they were born, and Clay did not have the heart to cut his infant sons.  Frank instinctively used his lips to push back the foreskin of the one he was sucking.  He wasn’t sure which twin it was.  He didn’t care, and it didn’t matter.  They changed position often.  When they were afraid that they would not be able to delay their orgasms any longer, the twins showed Frank how to prepare their cocks and asses for fucking.  First they all rimmed each other, and then David got out condoms and lube.

“Do we have to use condoms?” Frank objected.  “We’re not at the gym.”

“It’s a house rule also,” David said simply, and Frank resigned himself reluctantly.

“It’s your treat tonight, Frank.  You’re going to be lucky Pierre.” 

Frank knew what that meant, and all he could do was mumble something that sounded like, “Great, thanks.”

David lay on his back with his legs dangling off the bed.  Jonathan placed a pillow under his butt, and when he was sure that Frank was well sheathed and well lubed, he guided his eight inch, hefty, uncut monster into his brother.  David’s ass was a well-trained receptacle, and Frank met little resistance.  When he was all the way in, he started to pump, but Jonathan stopped him.

“Wait until I’m inside of you.”

“The three men pumped in a synchronized rhythm.  Frank’s huge cock was crushing David’s prostate.  He could not hold back any longer, and he came screaming, gushing his essence up his chest and abdomen.  As he did so, his ass constricted, and Frank, unable to stop himself, came with a primordial roar.  Jonathan followed in short order.

As they each softened, and fell out of each other, in a messy, gooey slosh, Frank collapsed on top of David, who wrapped his arms around the big man.  He was crying and whispering in David’s ear, “I’m so happy.  My fantasies have all come true, and I can die a happy man.”

The most that the shower in the old mansion could handle was two at a time, so David gave Frank the pleasure of showering with him.  They played and fondled in the shower, and Frank remembered when a tiny Ray had fondled him, and how wonderful it felt.  He had to stop himself from crying, and getting all soppy once again.

When they were dressed and refreshed, they sat at the kitchen table while the coffee was brewing.  Mindy was well into her eighties now, but she still made sure that the house always had a tin of her chocolate chip cookies.  Jonathan put a handful on a plate, and placed it on the table.

The brothers looked at each other.  They could always read each other’s minds.  Jonathan did the talking.

“When Mike came out to us, and we gave him Juan as a present, we also gave him a private session, just like we just gave you.  He was terribly conflicted.  He knew that there was no going back, but he loved his wife, and couldn’t hurt her.  Fortunately for him, because he was gay, he had never been the kind of lover she fantasized about. She was having an affair, and she left Mike before he could tell her.  The same thing is not very likely to happen to you, in spite of all the similarities.  So on your car ride home, we advise you to do lots of thinking about your future.  You’ve tasted the forbidden fruit, and it can only get harder to control your appetite.”

“I know what you’re saying,” Frank mumbled.  “Tonight was the most wonderful night of my life, but it has also placed a great burden on me, if not a curse.”

David got up to pour the coffee, but before he reached the stove, Frank jumped up also.  He wrapped himself round David, and started kissing him all over, even as he wept bitter tears.

To be continued...

Posted: 11/29/13