Jordan came in from the porch to announce that Jacob and his family had arrived.

“Pass the word to clean it up, we’ve got little kids here now,” Jason said.

Jacob was about the happiest and proudest dad I’d ever seen and the five little ones lit up the room. There were emotional greetings and hugs all around then Braden introduced Will and Luke and Nolan introduced Levi and Jesse. I noticed that the little ones seemed intrigued with Will and Luke and I wondered if they’d ever seen a black person before.  Jason showed the kids the toy chest he’d filled with toys especially for their visit and they dug right in, except for Angela, the five year old. She was more interested in Will and Luke. I’d never seen such curiosity on a child’s face. Will was sitting at the kitchen table when she finally worked up her nerve; she approached him very cautiously and laid her little hand on his forearm.  I saw the horrified look on Brenda’s face. But Will defused the situation that he apparently didn’t see as a situation at all. He was wonderful. 

He leaned down with a warm smile and patted her hand and said, “No, honey, it won’t rub off; see?” he said as he took her hand and rubbed it over his arm. 

Her face lit up like a Christmas tree. Will laughed and picked her up and set her on his lap then took her hands and rubbed them over his face and rubbed his hands over hers.

“Your white doesn’t rub off either,” he said, holding his hands out to her.

It was a beautiful moment and Will had a tag-along friend for the rest of the day.

Arrived noon on Thanksgiving
Devon,
Jake 

The highlight was when Devon and Jake arrived, in uniform, just before noon. We'd only half expected them to make it and it was a rare thing to see Jason cry but he lost it when he saw Devon walk in, Jake lingering just behind him. They'd always been good looking boys but in uniform, they literally took your breath away.  Despite the crowded kitchen, it was an intensely private moment between the four of us.  After being reunited, Jason walked out onto the porch, leaving the others to tearful reunion.  It seemed awkward in the kitchen. 

I stepped out on the porch.  "How did we deserve those boys?" he said, swiping his eyes with his forearm.  "Did you ever see anything like them?  I tremble to think what would've happened to them if we'd left them back there in the orphanage."

"Don't go back there," I said, rubbing his shoulders.  "Everyone’s here, we need to get dinner on the table, and you need to explain what's on the table."  Suddenly I remembered Petey.

Back inside I asked Jacob, “Where’s Petey? Didn’t you say he was coming?”

“He said he was but don’t hold dinner; you can’t tell about him,” Jacob said.

“How is Petey?” someone asked.

“Petey’s doing good. He’s got his electrician’s license and he’s  working for the power company. He’s supposed to be bringing his girlfriend. I told him it would be all right. Her name’s Selena, and she’s black.”

Jason did a double-take, shaking his head.  “No, no, we can’t have that.  You tell her she has to wash that off before she comes in the house.”

Will and Luke broke out laughing.

When the last of dinner was on the table Jason motioned for everyone to sit down.

"Nobody believes me when I tell them about this table and chairs," someone said.

"I think Luke and I overflowed it," Will said.

"Nonsense, we have plenty of chairs," Jason said.  He sat at the end with me at his right.  Everyone insisted that Father Colby take the chair at the other end. When everyone was seated, Jason nodded for me to stand with him.

"This is truly a significant occasion," he began.  "One that I daresay we might never have again, the way you're all so spread out.  I could go down the list and make mention of everyone and their accomplishments but the food would get cold.  Suffice to say, when Brad and I met when we were nineteen, we couldn't have imagined a day like this with our kids and grandkids, our daughter-in-law….it's hard to believe even as we stand here now.  We just want you to know that we love you, every one, and we're so very, very proud of you.” 

I thought Father Colby would say grace and we would eat but Nolan got to his feet.

"We never arranged for anyone to do this but I think you will all agree it needs to be done.  I'm not sure just how proud our dads are of me and my profession but I know they gotta be bursting with pride right now over the rest of you. Look at us.  We've got a lawyer, a doctor in the making, a teacher and coach, a family man with beautiful kids, our own priest, and last but certainly not least, two very brave men serving in the Marines."

"I know you, Devon, and you, Kyle, have first dibs on these two great guys that we all call Dad.  But they've done no less for the rest of us and you can't love them any more than we do. Jason….Brad ….Dads, both of you….I don't know about the rest, but you saved my life.  If not for you, I would still be in that damned ditch."  Chairs scraped the floor as all but Devon and Kyle stood.  Nolan went on, addressing Jason and me, tears forming in his eyes. 

"I ran away," he said, fighting them back.  "But you, sir, were not about to give up on me,” he said to Jason." He turned his address to the others at the table.  "Jason came after me. I dove in a ditch and hid behind an old culvert. His truck pulled over and he got out with a flashlight."  He paused with a chuckle. "I was scared shitless looking up at him standing there.  He was a mountain of a man.  I'll never forget what he said.  'Look at me, look at you, I can come down there and haul your sorry ass out of that ditch.'” Everybody laughed. 

 “There’s more but suffice to say, I learned to trust him….and to love him."  He turned back to Jason and me.  "I am deeply honored to be part of this family and I will be eternally grateful for all you've done for me….what you are to me.  When nobody else did, you gave a damn.  Devon….Kyle….we all know you’re the true brothers here but like it or not, you’re our brothers, too. I just want to say thank you for sharing your dads with us."

 As everyone began to applaud, tears running down their faces, Kyle and Devon stood to join in.  Jason sat with his head down as I put a hand on his shoulder.

“We did what we had to do. It was nothing special,” he said quietly.

 "It was to them," I said.  "And no, we didn't have to do it.  In fact, you weren't going to do it."

"Well, thank God you changed my mind."

"Oh, I didn't change your mind.  I had nothing to do with your decision. You brought this all on yourself," I said. 

“If I may, I have another toast,” Nolan went on while everyone was still standing. “To Devon and Jake, two honest-to-god, real American heroes.  I envy you, I admire you, I respect you, I salute your courage. And damn, you look hot in those uniforms.”

 More applause mixed with laughter, till it gradually faded and everyone sat down again. Then Devon and Jake stood, glasses in hand.  Devon spoke.

“We thank you for the undeserved accolades….well, all except looking good in our uniforms….God knows that’s true.”  He paused for the laughter to die down. “We are proud to serve, and as Marines we stand ready to test our courage and deserve your admiration and respect. But there are two men here who already deserve your admiration and respect, far more than Jake and I ever hope to.  Their mettle and courage have been sorely tested and they didn’t come up lacking. My father, Jason Seaborne and Kyle’s dad, Brad Courter.” The two Marines raised their glasses in salute and everyone at the table stood and followed suit.  “You raised the bar….I promise you, Jake and I will forever strive to match your courage and commitment to duty.”

Jason reached over and squeezed my shoulder as we both fought down our emotions. Then he motioned for everyone to sit down.

“Father Colby, would you please say grace before the food gets cold.”

We were just crossing ourselves when there were hard footsteps on the porch. It was Petey with his girlfriend, Selena, a well-rounded, buxom girl with a stern look that exploded when she smiled. Everyone shifted and rounded up two more chairs. We were making the introductions when Jacob’s little girl, Angela, spoke up.

“Do you know what Grandpa Jason said, Aunt Selena?”

“What’d he say, Sugar?”

“He said you had to wash off your black before you came in the house.”

Sylvia snapped her head around with a look that sent daggers across the table. “Did you say that?”

“I sure did,” Jason said.  “He should’ve told you, we don’t keep no truck with blacks in this house.  Nothing but trouble.” Then before she could respond he looked down at Will and Luke with a shocked look.  “Hey, where’d you come from?  How’d you get in here?”

The room broke up with laughter.

“It may take a while to get used to my family,” Jacob said quietly to Selena.

“I don’t think so,” Selena said.  “I don’t think so at all.  I think we’re gonna get along just fine. We’re trying to get pregnant, you know,” she said, apparently to change the subject.

“I can tell you the best way to accomplish that,” Jason said.

“And you would know this how?” Selena asked.

“Trust me.  The best way is in a sleeping bag back in the woods alongside the creek with the moonlight shining through the trees. It’s the moonbeams….they’re like magic shining down on two people making love. Of course, Pete has to do his part.”

“He don’t do bad for a white boy,” she said. “Don’t you worry, Grandpa Jason, we’ll give you a little oreo baby to cuddle.”

“And now, Father Colby, would you please say grace before the food gets cold,” Jason said again.

Colby didn't have a long, drawn out prayer. He thanked God for our family and everyone getting there safely, then he offered only the simple, traditional grace before meals while everyone stood.

"Man, did you see what we're having?” someone said as we were being seated again.  Look at this; pheasant, dove, partridge, partridge eggs, rabbit, wild turkey, wild boar, elk, deer.  What'd you do, go slaughter a zoo?"

“I have to say, I’ve been to meetings where everyone wore name tags but I’ve never sat down to a meal where the food had identification tags,” Will said.

Because of the size of the table I’d prepared two bowls of everything--the mashed potatoes, gravy, dressing, corn and sweet potatoes--and two platters of turkey. The rest of the exotic stuff, Jason explained as it started around the table—the quail eggs, wild boar meat, alligator bits, ostrich bits, frog legs and camel meat. There wasn’t a lot of any of it; just enough for everyone to sample, and say they’d eaten it.

There was lively conversation around the table and Nolan’s story about running away inspired the others to tell their stories. But I quickly stopped it when Jacob started to tell about me finding girlie magazines in his room.

“Uhhhh, these stories are going to have to wait till later, when the little ones are out of earshot,” I said.

We were well into the meal when there came a light knock at the door. 

"Who in the world……." Jason and I looked all around the table.  “We’re not missing anybody, are we?”

 I got up to answer it.  As I approached the door I turned back to look at Jason, my hand over my mouth.

 "What is it?" Jason asked.

 "Not what is it…..who is it?" I said as I was opening the door.   There stood a little boy, no more than nine or ten, in dirty jeans and a tattered jacket with a sock cap barely covering his curly mop of hair. He had the deepest blue eyes I’d ever seen, and the saddest.

 "If you'd excuse me sir, could you tell me is this a place where I might stay for….."

 "Well, Shit!" Jason swore under his breath as he shoved his chair back and stood up.  "How did he find us?  It's been years……," he muttered as he came to the door. Everyone had stopped eating and I saw Jacob push his chair back a little from the table.

“I wouldn’t be no trouble, I promise, and I only wanta stay for a little bit till…..”

 Suddenly Jacob got up and came to the door. He moved in front of us and stepped out on the porch.      

 "No, son, this isn't the place.  Not anymore.  But I have a place if you would like to come stay with us.  I have a son about your age and he’s got brothers and sisters, I think you’d get along fine."

I turned to go back to the table, bursting with pride. 

Jacob’s wife jumped up to take the boy in tow.  “What’s your name?”

“Andrew,” he said timidly.

“Well, you’re just in time, Andrew. Come, let’s wash your hands and find you a place at the table.”

"Kyle, would you go upstairs and get the desk chair from your old room," I said as I got another plate and silverware to place at a spot where the others had already moved to make room. And to Jason, I said, "Remind me to have another chair made."

Andrew ate heartily. It tore me up that he was so hungry and I wondered where he’d come from.  Brenda asked him where he lived.

“I lived at home but when I came home from school yesterday my mom wasn’t there.  She left some money and a note saying she couldn’t take care of me anymore.”

“Was your mother ill?” Brenda asked.

“No. I think she went off with that man she liked. I knew the rent wasn’t paid ‘cause the landlord came twice to collect it and she couldn’t pay him, so I knew I couldn’t live there anymore so I packed some food and left.”

“Where did you sleep last night?” Jacob asked, putting his arm around the boy’s shoulder.

“In a barn.”

“Do you have the note, Andrew?” Brenda asked.

“No, I left it. I’ve got the money though,” he said as he was digging it out of his coat pocket. He laid it on the table. “I can pay for my food.”

“No, no, nobody pays for food here,” Jacob said. “You keep your money.”

I could see emotions about to burst all around the table but Jason, God bless him, headed it off.

“Listen, Andrew, when you get done eating, there’s a big chest of toys in the other room you and the other kids might want to dig into.  Or you can go horseback riding.  Do you like horses?”

“I love horses but I never rode one before.”

Michael, Jacob’s ten-year-old spoke up.  “I have. I’ll take you riding.”

“Well, I would say this gives a whole new meaning to Thanksgiving,” Father Colby said.

Jacob and his family would not be able to stay as they were going to her side of the family for Thanksgiving supper and stay the night there so I excused her from helping with the cleanup.

“You have to stay long enough for Michael to take Andrew horseback riding,” Jason told her.

When the boys were back from riding, Jacob took them in tow.

“You guys don’t want to go smelling like a horse; so why don’t you run up and shower and change into clean clothes.”

Young Michael took his cue to lead the younger boy upstairs but he held back.

“Come on,” Michael said.

“I can’t change clothes; I don’t have any clothes except what I’ve got on,” he said with a look of sad embarrassment.

“We’ve got plenty of spare clothes,” Michael said.

When the two boys were gone I asked, Brenda, “What will your parents think of you and Jacob walking in with another ready-made grandson?”

“They are not surprised at anything Jacob does but this might raise an eyebrow,” she said, laughing.  “It should be fun.”

 “Jacob isn’t much on putting himself out there; you promise to stay in touch and let us know how all the kids are doing.”

“Yes, of course.”

“Can I ask you something, Brenda?

“Certainly.”

“What do the children say about having two grandfathers and no grandmothers on Jacob’s side?”

“Just that, they have two grandfathers.  They assume their grandmothers died.”

“It’s going to be very confusing when you have to explain this side of the family,” I said.

She laughed. “Yes, the family tree will be a challenge.”

As everyone was telling Jacob and his family goodbye I saw Jason stuff something in Jacob’s pocket.  Jason waved off the scowl and said, “No argument.  And you could do a better job of keeping in touch.” I learned later that the rest had chipped in over a thousand dollars to send Jacob and his brood on their way. It wasn’t about charity; it was about Andrew. 

I recalled sadly a time when Jacob and his family came for a visit and Petey  wasn’t with them.

“Where’s Petey?” I asked.

Jacob dropped his head.

“He was taken away from us,” Brenda said.

“What! Why? You’re his brother!”

Some do-gooders, through the school, decided he had a learning disability.”

“And they didn’t think he was  or couldn’t get his share of attention in our big family,” Brenda put in.

“Where is he?” I asked.

“He’s in a facility.”

“What kind of facility?” Jason asked.

“It’s a state run facility for special needs kids,” Jacob said. ”If he didn’t have a learning disability before, they’ll give him one. He stutters now.  He never stuttered before.   We get to see him two times a month and they let us sign him out and bring him home.”

“They let you?”

“We didn’t have the money to fight it,” Brenda said.

I went to the phone and dialed Judge Thompson.  He answered the phone himself.

“Judge, this is Brad Courter.  I’m sorry to bother you on Thanksgiving but I need the name of a good lawyer in Tulsa. Not just good, the best.”

“Well, I don’t know any lawyers in Tulsa but I do know a judge.  I’ll get you a name.”

Jacob and Brenda left with the name of one of the best lawyers in Oklahoma and a check for ten thousand dollars to pay him.

“If that runs out, you let me know,” I told them. “Whatever it takes to get that boy out of that stink hole.”

And Jason stepped in and said, “Son, don’t you ever let something like this happen again to your family and not tell us. You know we’re a phone call away.” 

With Jacob’s family gone things turned back to what the rest called normal. When the boys resumed telling their stories most everyone gathered around the table again. Aaron even went outside to announce that they were going to finish telling stories about when they were kids.

Before they could get started, I said to Braden and Will, “Some of these stories may be a little risqué for the boys.”

“It’s all right, I think they should hear them,” Will said.

Jacob had told about us finding girlie magazines in his room and how we made him take them to the hayloft.

“I wondered where those magazines went,” Little George said and everyone broke out laughing.

“I can’t believe you let him keep them,” said Luke. Then he asked his dad, “Would you let me keep magazines like that if you found them?”

“Don’t test me,” Will said.

Little George went on to tell on himself, how he’d stolen a Playboy magazine and a harmonica.

“I tried to lie my way out of it but I never was a very good liar,” he said.  “Worse part was, Braden and Colby took me back to town and I had to give the stuff back and pay for it.  I never did think that was fair.”

“You never stole anything again, did you?” Braden said.

“For the benefit of you younger boys. that stuff follows you,” Colby put in.  “Braden and I kept being blamed for every little thing after that. The sheriff kept coming out to question us and our whereabouts.”

“Yeah, till Brad run him off and told him not to come back unless he had some proof.”

“After what, Dad?” Aaron asked.  “What’d you and Father Colby do that got you in trouble.”

“Oh, God, where do we start?” Braden said, looking at Colby.

“The truth is always a good place,” Colby said.

“Well, we showed up here driving a car that we’d borrowed, and the trunk was full of stuff we’d stolen; stereos, televisions.  They made us take it all back.”

“I can’t believe I’m hearing about a priest stealing stuff,” Luke said.

“I wasn’t a priest then,” Colby said.

“If it hadn’t been for Jason you wouldn’t be a priest now, we would both still be in jail,” Braden said.

“Well, Braden and Colby weren’t the only ones who borrowed a vehicle,” I said, looking at Nolan.

“Do I have to tell that?” Nolan said wearily.

He told it, how he took off with Jason’s truck without permission. Then he got serious, his head down.

“The very worst thing was when I hid drugs in our room and let Jacob take the blame. God, I was such a scum-bag. I will carry that with me to my grave.”

“Jacob wouldn’t want you to tell that story, Nolan,” I said quietly.

“He’s not here,” he said, then went on. “They were rearranging furniture in our room and found the drugs. I don’t know how it happened but they thought it was Jacob’s stash and he took the blame. I’ve never seen Jason so angry. He took Jacob out to the barn….he hit him, he was so mad. I was such a coward….I ran off again.  And Jason came after me again.  He saw me down at the end of the lane, getting in a pickup that stopped to give me a ride. He came tearing down the road in his truck and swerved in front of the pickup to stop it and he dragged me out and took me to the sheriff’s office.  The sheriff put me in jail.”

The younger boys were bug-eyed. 

“Did he leave you there?” Aaron asked quietly, as if he was almost afraid to ask.

“Yes, overnight, then he came and got me.” He was fighting back tears.  He looked at Jason.  “I will never forgive myself for making you so angry that you hit him.”

“I hit him, you didn’t, and I still haven’t forgiven myself for it,” Jason said.  “I never will.”

“Did you and Jacob smooth things over?” Luke asked.

“He did but I will always carry it with me.  I told him he could hit me, to make up for Jason hitting him.”

“Did he?”

“He knocked me on my ass. That little boy, Andrew, will never know how lucky he is because my brother Jacob is going to be the best damned dad on the planet.”

After a quiet moment, Jason spoke up.  “On a lighter note…. Jordan, why don’t you tell us about your tattoos?”

“You’ve got tattoos!” Aaron exclaimed.

“Yes, he got it when he was fourteen,” Jason said.  “But it’s not just that he got the tattoos, it’s where he got them.”

“Where is it?  Show it to us,” Aaron said excitedly.

“This isn’t the time or the place,” Jordan said.

“I can tell you where he’s got ‘em,” Adam said. “On his ass.”

“How’d you get tattoos at fourteen?  And what are they?”

“An anchor on one side and Property of US Navy on the other.”

“But how were you able to get tattoos at that age?”

“Tell you what.  Let’s forget the story behind it and maybe I’ll show them to you before we all leave.”

“Okay, but that’s not the story Jason’s talking about, is it?” Aaron asked.

“No, but I’m going to make it short,” Jordan said.  “Word got out from the locker room that I had a tattoo on my ass, and that got everybody curious. Most of the guys in the locker room saw it but not the girls. This one girl wanted to see it real bad; so bad that she invited me to her house to show it to her.”

“Did you go? Did you show it to her?” Aaron asked.

“Yes. I would have to drop my pants to show her and since my pants would be down I figured I’d show her everything. I mean, I was up in her bedroom with my pants down around my ankles, her parents weren’t home, one thing would lead to another and I would get some pussy.”

“Did you?  Did she let you?”

“I said I was making it short.  End of story.”

The boys wailed with disappointment but he didn’t tell them the rest of the story.  

The next morning after breakfast the adults were around the table, talking over coffee. We were all in various states of dress; Will in his shorts and Devon and Jake were looking fine without their shirts. Jordan excused himself to go up and shower.

“Do you think this might be a good time to see those tattoos?” Levi asked Nolan.    

“As good a time as any, catch him right out of the shower,” Nolan said.

“Are you coming?” Levi asked.

“Go ahead, I’ve seen ‘em.”

Levi punched Jesse and they left the table.

“You know, I haven’t seen them myself,” Devon said as he stood up. He motioned for Jake to go with him.

“I’ve got to see this myself,” Will said.

Brad waved him off. “Go ahead, I’ve seen them too,” he said.

I glanced at Jason and we got up and followed along.

Outside the bathroom door we saw Jordan bent over with his elbows on the sink cabinet with his butt jutted out. 

Levi and Jesse were behind him, pulling his butt apart, looking for the tattoos. Will was just inside the door and Jake and Devon were behind him just outside the door. The others crowded into the bathroom so Jason and I stood at the door.

“Where is it?” Jesse asked.

“It’s well hidden; you have to pull his butt apart,” Jason said over everyone’s shoulders.

“Let me look,” Levi said and he squatted down like he was doing a rectal exam. “There it is!  Both of them!” he said excitedly.

Jesse got down with him to see it.  “Wow! That’s awesome!”

“I forgot to tell you, there is a fee. If you wanta see it you have to kiss it,” Jordan said over his shoulder as he grabbed Levi by the back of his head and pushed his face into his butt.

Levi didn’t offer any resistance.  He stayed put even after Jordan let go of his head and it was obvious from the movement in his neck that he was licking Jordan’s ass.

“He said kiss it, not lick it off,” Jesse said as he pushed his brother out of the way. Then he got in close and Levi pushed his face into Jordan’s butt.

Jordan’s cock, laying over the edge of the sink, was coming to life as Jesse’s kisses turned into rimming. I was surprised to see it; I had no inclination that young Jesse played for our team. I would learn only later that his brother and Nolan had recruited and initiated him.

“Geezuss, Jesse, you had breakfast,” someone chided him and everyone broke out laughing.

Finally, with other waiting, Jesse relinquished Jordan’s butt and stepped aside.  By that time the bathroom was so crowded, the only place for him to go was in the shower.  Levi moved out of the way and into the shower as well.

Devon motioned to Will and he stepped behind Jordan to have a look. He squatted down and pulled Jordan’s butt apart. He didn’t linger beyond a couple of minutes nor make any advances.

“Those are truly works of art,” he said.  “And I’m impressed that you got them at such a young age. Not that the artist would do them but that you were able to endure the pain. You were Luke’s age. I can’t imagine him going through that. How was it that you found yourself in a tattoo parlor?”

“He got his ass nailed by a sailor and he took him, that’s the story I got. He wanted to put his brand on him,” someone piped up.

“Is that true?” Will sked.

“Something like that,” Jordan said.

“That’s a story in itself; I would like to hear it sometime,” Will said as he stepped aside.

“Speaking of works of art,” Jordan said as he reached over and groped the front of Will’s shorts, “You should have our own private exhibition.”

It was Jake and Devon’s turn.  They squatted down together and pulled Jordan’s butt apart. They found them and looked at each other and smiled.

“Man, these are beautiful,” Devon said.

“Are you talking about the tattoos or his buns?” Jake asked. Then, “Go ahead, you know you want to,” Jake said.

Devon smiled and nodded and let Jake push his face into Jordan’s ass. He spent an inordinate amount of time licking, kissing and tonguing Jordan’s ass while Jake watched.  Then he leaned back and let Jake have his turn.

“Fuck, who taught these boys how to rim!” Jordan groaned.

“Shit, they’re devouring his ass,” someone said.

“Fuckin’ good ass,” Devon said, his voice muffled.

“I’d like to do more than devour it,” Will remarked.

“Should we take this in on the bed?” someone asked.

“Let’s don’t lose the momentum.”

“You were saying?” Jordan said to Will.

“Seriously?” Will asked.

“Somehow I knew it would come to this; I’m prepared,” Jordan said.

Jake and Devon got to their feet and moved to make room for Will to take up his position behind him and Jordan handed him a tube of lube over his shoulder.

“Here, I’ll do that for you,” Jake said, quickly taking the tube.

“Marines to the rescue,” Will said.

“It’s what we do,” Jake said. He uncapped the lube and squeezed some on his fingers.  Will leaned back for him to lube up Jordan’s ass then stood to let him make his cock slick.

“Ready to launch,” Jake said and he took Will’s cock and guided it to Jordan’s ass.

Everyone watched with baited breath as Jordan took his stance, his hands clasped around Jordan’s hips.

“I beg for mercy,” Jordan said over his shoulder.

“Only till I’m in,” Will said.

The entry and penetration was slow and terribly erotic. It was like everyone was holding their collective breath as Will’s huge cock slowly disappeared in Jordan’s body.

“Ohhh, Godd!” Jordan groaned, tossing his head back.  “How much more is there?”

“You’re doing fine,” Will said in a soothing tone.

“What made me think I wanted this?” Jordan said.

“Do you want me to pull out?”

“No!” Jordan replied.

When the penetration was complete everyone applauded and Will began fucking him.  Jordan’s cock stood quivering out over the sink. Young Jesse worked his way in and took it in his mouth.

“I don’t know if those tattoos have anything to do with it but this is one awesome ass,” Will said.

“Godd, I’ve never had anyone reach where you’re reaching. It’s like I’m losing my virginity all over again,” Jordan said.

“Well, I suppose you are in a way if no one has ever been there before; it is virgin territory,” Will said.

Jake and Devon were both playing with Will’s ass.

“This is one awesome ass,” Jake said.

“I’ve heard that Marines are very good at establishing a beach head,” Will said over his shoulder.

“When ordered to do so,” Jake said.

“Then consider it an order.”

“Yes, sir,” Jake said as he grabbed the lube.

Jake’s entry into Will’s ass wasn’t so dramatic but it was just as erotic, especially with Devon assisting by pulling Will’s butt apart to allow his partner the deepest entry. When he was in, Jake wrapped his arms around Will and held them tightly together as he began fucking him.

After several minutes Jake looked around at Devon and said, “Pile on, why don’t you?”

With Devon fucking Jake, the four of them--Jordan, Will, Jake and Devon—pretty much took up the width of the bathroom. I wanted so to get my camera but there was an unwritten rule that such activities should never be recorded for posterity. Instead, I stood and absorbed it all in my mind’s camera and breathed in the wonderful aroma man sex and thrilled to the moaning sounds of flesh moving against flesh.

“Fuck, I want in the middle of that,” Levi said from the shower.

Jason laughed.  “If you can’t squeeze in there, squeeze through and come over here, we’ll make a sandwich out of you.”

Levi didn’t try to squeeze into the foursome. Instead he squeezed past and came over to Jason and me.

“I think we’d better close the door in case the young ones come up,” Jason said.

I turned on the ceiling fan. Levi squeezed between us and we went to work on him, Jason in front and me in the back. And so the “art exhibition” quickly turned into an orgy.  

As Told by Jesse: 

I couldn’t get Jordan’s awesome butt out of my mind. I couldn’t get Jordan out of my mind. All of the guys were hot but he stood out for some reason. Maybe it was his butt….or that I’d actually kissed his butt which was something I’d never even thought about doing before. The mere thought of it would’ve disgusted me but not anymore. Probably because I’d been fully turned on to man sex but I was hooked on ass. And Jordan’s ass was like a magnet to me.

I was sleeping in the camper with three other guys. I didn’t know where Jordan was sleeping, except that he was in the house. The urge became so strong that I put on m y shorts and slipped out the camper and into the house.  He wasn’t in the living room, on the floor or the couch. I made my way upstairs. All but one of the bedroom doors was closed. There was a nightlight in the hallway so I could easily make my way quietly down the hall to the door that was open a wide crack. I peered in but couldn’t make out who was in the two bunk beds. I entered the room for a closer look. Happily, I saw that Jordan was in the bottom bunk, sprawled out on his stomach naked. I almost choked at the sight of his awesome butt bared in the soft light. I froze when I looked in the top bunk.  It was Nolan! Fuck! He was the last one I wanted to know I was sneaking around looking for Jordan’s ass to rim. He would never let me live it down.

Courage won out over my panic and I went down to my knees beside the bunk.  I was still scared, but determined. I had to wait while I worked up some more courage then I leaned real close to Jordan’s head.

“Jordan,” I whispered.

He didn’t move.

“Jordan,” I whispered again, this time laying my hand lightly on his bare butt.

He came awake one eye at a time.

“Jesse?”

“Please, Jordan, I wanta see your tattoos again,” I said, rubbing his taut butt muscles. It was the stupidest thing I’d ever done but I was so excited my hand was shaking.

He smiled and chuckled softly.

“I don’t know if you can see ‘em in this light,” he said.

“Let me have a look.”

“Sure, go ahead,” he said as he spread his legs apart.

I moved down and rose up over his butt and immediately began kissing it. He lifted his hips and his buns spread open a little bit. I pulled them apart and could barely see the anchor on one side and part of the words on the other. I pressed my face in his butt and licked as deep as I could reach. He stifled a moan in the pillow. He tilted a little to his side to give me better access. I pulled his butt apart more and could see the tattoos more clearly now. I pressed my face in his butt and kissed and licked everywhere my tongue could reach.

I could admit it now; It wasn’t about the tattoos....they were simply the focal point; the magnets that drew me to this magnificent stud of a man. It was about his ass, and rimming him. I was so excited doing it that I could hear my heart thudding in my chest. I devoured his ass. I wanted to crawl inside him and kiss and lick my way all the way to his lungs. He was squirming around, moaning in the pillow. Suddenly he stopped me and rose up to sit on the edge of the bed. He put his finger to his lips as he reached for his shorts that were lying on the floor. He stood and pulled me to my feet then grabbed the blanket off the bunk and waved for me to follow him.

I followed him down the hallway and down the stairs. He led me through the house to the kitchen. He shushed me again as he carefully opened the door to minimize the harsh squeak. Outside, he wrapped the blanket around us against the brisk November night.

“I wasn’t going to be able to keep the noise down,” he said as we walked towards the barn

“I’m sorry, it was a stupid thing for me to do.”

“It wasn’t stupid, it was fuckin’ hot.”

“You really think so?” I was surprised.

“Dude, you sneaked out of the camper and into the house, up the stairs and into my room in the middle of the night just to see my tattoos.  Yeah, that’s pretty fuckin’ hot, and I’m flattered.”

“I….I really wanted a chance at your butt again; the tattoos were just an excuse. You’ve got the most awesome butt.”

“Thanks. You were pretty damned awesome up there; I wanted us to be where we don’t’ have to worry about waking up the entire household.”

“I heard you moaning in the pillow,” I said.

“I was about ready to scream,” he said

We walked past one of the pickups and I thought we were going to the barn, maybe up in the hayloft, but we stopped at the corral. Jordan climbed up to take hold of the top rail, his feet on the third rail up, and jutted his butt out. I was thrilled that he was offering himself to me this way. I pulled his shorts down in back and buried my face in his ass again.  He moaned loudly and pushed back against my face.

“Fuck, I don’t know where you learned it but he taught you right,” he said.

I slobbered like a hungry puppy; the drool ran down my chin and neck. It was even more exciting being out in the open in the soft moonlight. When I reared back to take a breath I could see his hole clenching like it was winking at me.  Soon he was relaxed enough that I could push the tip of my tongue into his hole. He loved that. Strong as he was, his arms grew tired and his legs began to shake.

“Let’s take it to the truck,” he said as he dropped to the ground. He grabbed up the blanket and went over to the truck. He pulled the tailgate down, spread the blanket out and laid back in the truck bed with his legs drawn up. I shrugged my shoulders under his thighs and leaned over him, pushing his legs higher. He grabbed his feet and held his legs out wide. There was his gorgeous ass spread out before me like a smorgasbord, the hairy hole clenching like it was begging for me to return. I went to work on him again. His hole had loosened but I wanted in deeper.  I stretched him wider with my fingertips and I could see the inner muscles palpitating.  Godd, it was beautiful and I almost choked on the overabundance of spit. Instead of swallowing I let it run down into his hole. It swallowed it up like it was having a drink. I bent down and drove my tongue and drove my tongue deep into his hot hole and felt the muscles squeezing my tongue. I tongue fucked him, causing him to squeal and whimper.  It was exciting to hear him sounding like a girl.

“I want you to do something, Jesse,” he gasped.

“Yesss.  What? Anything,” I said.

“I want you to jack off with one hand while you’re eating my ass and when you get ready to cum I want you to shoot it on my ass. Then I want you to rim me some more and lick it all up. Can you do that?”

“Yesss!  Oh, Yess!” I’d been manhandling my cock from time to time but my hands were mostly occupied with Jordan’s ass.  I used only one hand now, and jacked off with the other. I didn’t really want to cum so soon but I was eager to do what he’d asked.

The idea of it propelled me as much as the physical part and I was soon building up to a tremendous climax.  I choked out a gasping announcement that I was getting close and begged Jordan to cum, too. He’d been stroking his cock but I didn’t know if he was close to cumming.

At the crucial moment I straightened from his ass and concentrated on jacking off and shooting my load. I still probed his ass with my fingers of my other hand. I wanted to keep him relaxed and opened up to see if I could land some of my load in his hole. That would be awesome target practice.  My cock literally exploded, almost painfully.  The stuff shot out in thick powerful spurts, splattering all over his butt. Much of it landed squarely in the crack, against his hole and I was mesmerized watching the muscle of his asshole trying to draw it in.  I inched closer to aim two spurts directly inside his asshole then eased back to finish whitewashing his butt. As I finished I gazed at what I’d done.  It was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen.

“That felt like a gusher,” Jordan said.

“It was a hard cum,” I said breathlessly.

He hadn’t cum and I was glad.  I wanted him primed for what                                  else I was about to do.  My own cum had not diminished my lust one bit.  I buried my face in the warm, wonderful mess and began lapping up my own man-seed.  I whimpered with unbridled excitement at the taste of it. I shoved my tongue deep into his hole to lick it out and found that his asshole only enhanced the taste of my cum. I was nearly overcome with lust and excitement as I devoured him. I withdrew from his ass and lapped up the wonderful mess I’d made on his butt and the backs of his thighs.

“I forgot to tell you, don’t swallow it,” he said.

I had already swallowed what I lapped up but now I gathered it in my mouth like precious seed.  When I rose up, finished, Jordan rose up from the truck bed and wrapped me in his powerful arms and kissed me. His tongue gouged my mouth and he sucked out the cum I’d saved for him.  We exchanged tongue till the taste was gone.

“Fuck, that was hot as hell!” he said. “Whoever taught you to rim oughta open a school.”

“I don’t think it’s what I learned, it was who I was doing it to.  I love your ass so much, Jordan. I don’t know why, I just do.  And it’s not just the tattoos.  I’d love your ass without the tattoos.”

“You’re making my cock quiver just hearing you say that,” he said.

“Can I suck you?” I asked.  “Or you can fuck me if you want.”