The Architect's Son

(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007 by the Author)
 

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I was nearly out of town before I realized that I'd left my blueprints at the house. I swore under my breath as I turned around and headed back. That would be just great, showing up at the work site without the blueprints. I pulled into the alley and walked by the pool to let myself in the back door. The heavy tube was laying on the table right where I'd left it. As I picked it up I heard a noise. It sounded like it came form upstairs, a moan, as if someone were in pain. I laid the tube down and made my way up the stairs. I don't know why I didn't call out to Ryan. I normally would have. Half way down the hallway I froze at my son's half-opened bedroom door. There was the moan again, only it wasn't from being in pain. There was Ryan standing reared back, holding onto the railing of the top bunk, naked, thrusting his hips at someone on the bottom bunk. His back was to me and I couldn't make out who it was on the bottom. I took it all in, in a matter of a couple of seconds; the sharp taper of Ryan's upper body, from his broad, heavily muscled shoulders down to his lean hips and his tight bubble butt flexing and his thighs bulging as he thrust. Oddly, I wasn't particularly upset, mostly shocked, and I wondered how he'd gotten her in the house so quick, for I'd only been gone a few minutes. As I turned away from the door and leaned back against the wall to regain control of my breathing it suddenly hit me between the eyes. The pair of legs held up wide on either side of Ryan's hips, and the upturned butt had hair on them!

Ryan wasn't fucking a girl; he was fucking another guy!

I pondered only a second what I should do before I crept downstairs and out of the house. My knees were shaking and my hand shook as I opened the truck door. I managed to get it in gear and drive quietly down the alley. All morning I had trouble keeping my mind on my work; something that is crucial for an engineer and architect when you're putting up a fourteen-story building. Finally, after lunch break, I called my assistant over and briefed him on what needed to be done and left the project to him.

I pondered on the way home whether to face Ryan with what I'd seen or wait and see what progressed. I took the easy way out. I would wait. To be safe I called out as I went in the house and when there was no answer I went through and out back. There I got another surprise. There were Ryan and his buddy and teammate, Travis, lying by the pool, naked. Travis reached for a towel when he saw me and drew it up his knees. Ryan didn't make any move at all to cover himself.

"Hey dad. You're home early," he said.

"Yeah, I left it to my assistant. He has to get used to making decisions on his own," I said.

"I hope this is okay," Ryan said, motioning to himself and Travis. "We thought it would be great to go back to school with an all-over tan."

"I don't care, just be sure the back gate is locked," I said. "By the way, for whose benefit are you getting this all-over tan? I mean, who's going to see it except the other guys in the locker room?"

"You might be surprised, dad," Ryan replied with a grin.

"Do you wanta join us, Mr. Hill?" Travis asked, obviously more at ease after he saw my attitude towards their being naked.

"Not like that," I said. "I don't want my butt looking like a lobster. Besides, I don't have anyone to show off an all-over tan." I wondered if Travis was the one who'd been up on the lower bunk. I couldn't believe he was. Not studly Travis.

"How about Jane Burkett?" Ryan asked with a grin. "I'll bet she would love to see your tanned butt."

"What do you know about me and Jane Burkett?" I asked with a scowl.

"Nothing, except that you get that sly, shit-eating grin on your face at the mention of her name," he said.

"You would be smart not to delve into my private life," I said.

"I'm not delving," Ryan said. "I'm just saying its okay for you to have a life. You're not an old man."

"Hell no, you and Ryan could almost pass for brothers," Travis said. "I wish my old man looked half as good as you do."

"I try to take care of myself," I said modestly.

"So, are you going to joins us?" Travis asked.

"Yeah, I'm going in for a swim, but in a suit, thank you." I said. I went inside to change. Putting the pool in two years ago was one of the smartest things I'd ever done aside from buying Ryan his first set of weights. Ryan and I both enjoyed it and it kept Ryan around home a lot, with a lot of his friends too, but that was okay. With his raging hormones, it was better than having him out running around all the time. Except it appeared now that his hormones were raging right in our house.

I slipped into a brief boxer suit of red-bandana print, one that hugged my thighs and my butt without being too tight. It did show a pretty prominent bulge in front but that couldn't be helped; that's just the way I was built. Besides, it was just me and the two boys. I smiled at what Ryan had said. He was right; Jane Burkett probably would like to see my tanned butt. I was aware of the boys watching me as I walked out to the pool.

"Don't tell me Jane Burkette wouldn't like to get a look at you like that,"

Ryan said.

"Damn, how do you keep in such great shape, Mr. Hill?" Travis asked.

"Well, I work in construction for one thing," I said. "And I lifted weights all through high school and college. I guess some of it stuck with me."

"A lot of it stuck with you." Travis said.

"Lifting weights is putting it a little mild, don't you think, dad?" Ryan put in. "Dad was a bodybuilder in college. He even competed."

"No kidding! Did you win any of your competitions?" Travis asked excitedly.

"A couple," I said modestly. "Keeping in shape always serves you well. That's the reason I encourage Ryan to stay on a regular workout program."

"Encourage?" Ryan scoffed. "It's a requirement."

"Like you mind," Travis scoffed. "Hell, every guy in school would give their right arm to be built like you."

I went in for a swim and the boys joined me. Travis had been swimming in the pool a lot of times but this was the first time the boys had gone in naked, that I knew of. I was having all kinds of mixed emotions, about both of them. I couldn't believe it was Travis I'd seen earlier with Ryan but then I couldn't imagine Ryan doing what I'd seen him doing. Strange feelings kept creeping in and I was feeling suddenly uncomfortable around the two muscular, naked boys. I made an excuse to get out of the pool and went inside.

I pondered the situation for days. Every morning when I left for work I wondered if Ryan had someone lined up to come over to the house. I wondered if Travis was the one; and if he was the only one. I began to worry that there might be others and that it could get out of hand. I finally decided that I had to approach him.

It was Friday night and Ryan was cooking out. It was just the two of us eating early before he went out on a date. I couldn't help wondering with whom; whether it was a girl or another guy. The whole time we ate, my stomach was tied in knots as I tried to work up the courage to say something. We finished eating and I cleaned up the mess while Ryan went upstairs to shower and change for his date.

Enough contemplation and agonizing; I had to do it. I went upstairs, my heart in my throat. Ryan and I had always had an open line of communication. We could talk about anything...that was my promise...but nothing like this had ever come up. He was standing at his dresser with his back to the door. He wasn't dressed yet.

"Ryan?" I said as tapped lightly on his door.

"Yeah, come in," he said as he rummaged around in the drawers. "What's up?"

"That's what I want ask you," I began. He looked at me over his shoulder with a curious scowl. "The other morning, I, uh...I left my blueprints on the table and had to come back for them. I heard a noise and when I came upstairs..." I let my voice trail off, counting on him to get the picture.

He laid his head back with his eyes closed and I saw him suck in a deep breath. "Oh, Geezusss! You saw!"

"Yes."

He blew the air out of his lungs. "Well, that must've been the surprise of your life," he said, his voice wavering, without looking around.

"Shocked was more like it," I said. "Then I come home early in the day and find you and Travis naked at the pool." Again, I let my words just hang there, hoping to find out if Travis was the one.

"You said it was okay," he said defensively, now turned around.

"It is okay. But you only asked me because I came home and found you both naked, isn't that right?"

"Yeah, I guess so. We've been doing it for quite awhile," he admitted.

"Yes, you don't think I noticed your butts were already toasty brown?" Then I came right out with it. "Ryan, was it Travis I saw you with?"

He hesitated then nodded before he said rather tight-lipped, "Yeah."

His answer, even though I knew what it would be, knocked the wind out of me for a second. "Well, I guess I didn't know you, uh...played the other side of the fence, son. Has there been...anyone else?"

"No. Just Travis," he replied.

"How long?" I asked.

He shrugged and looked at me then glanced away. "A couple of months. He thinks he might be gay."

"And what, you're helping him decide?" I hoped it didn't sound sarcastic.

"More or less, I guess you could say that. You know Travis and I have always been pretty close. I guess it was only natural that he would come to me to help him sort things out."

"Yes, I just didn't realize how close," I said.

"For the record, he approached me, Dad," he said. "I was the only one he could talk to about it. When we really got into it he...well, he asked me if I would....if I would be willing to help him find out."

"Has he decided?" I asked.

"Yeah, he pretty much admits he's gay."

"How about you?" I asked. "Are you deciding the issue for yourself, too, in the process?"

"Me? Hell, no. There's nothing to decide, I'm straight," he replied emphatically. "I know what it must look like to you, but I do still like girls, Dad. I can't deny I like it with Travis but honestly, I wouldn't be doing it at all if he hadn't asked me."

"You make it sound like you're doing him a favor," I said.

"I guess I am, in a way. But I admit, I don't mind doing it," he said.

There was a pause and we both shifted our weight nervously from one foot to the other. It was the first time that I knew we had ever been uncomfortable in each other's presence. But then this was the first time we'd gotten into a conversation about Ryan's private sex life. I had always assumed he had one....how could he not, looking the way he did...but there had never been occasion to talk about it.

"Just be careful where it takes you, Ryan," I said quietly.

"You mean don't let him turn me gay?" He laughed softly. "Don't worry, Dad. Being gay isn't something you turn into. You are or you're not, and you don't have much to say about it either way."

"You don't necessarily have to be gay to enjoy the gay life-style," I warned.

"Dad, I hope you don't hold this against Travis," he said. "Or me."

"No, certainly not. Especially not you. You're my son."

"What about Travis?" he asked.

"Not Travis, either. He's a good kid."

"Dad, if I, uh.....if I were gay.....I'm not, but if I were......"

"I wouldn't think any less of you," I assured him, wondering why he had asked.

"Well, you don't have anything to worry about," he said.

"I'm not going to worry about it," I said. "Are you going to tell Travis that I know?"

"Can I?" he asked. "Do you mind if I tell him?"

"No, I don't mind, if you think he can handle it."

There was a moment of quiet and we glanced at each other warily, as if each of us was waiting for the other to say something.

"Is that all you wanted to ask me, Dad?" he asked.

"Just one more thing. Is Ryan doing this with anyone else?"

"No."

"You're sure of that."

"Yeah, he would tell me," Ryan said. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, I was also going to ask if you're using condoms."

Ryan's face turned a soft shade of red. "No."

"Okay, if you think you don't need to," I said.

The next few days were a turmoil for me. Nearly as bad as the days after I first discovered the two boys. I worried that I hadn't handled it right. I should have shown more indignation, maybe even anger. But where would that have gotten us? Mostly, though, it caused old memories to dredge themselves up. A couple of days later Ryan brought it up again.

"Dad, I talked to Travis, told him you knew," Ryan announced.

"And? How did he handle it?' I asked.

"He was embarrassed at first, till I assured him you were cool with it."

"I'm not cool with it, Ryan," I said sternly.

"But you're not being judgmental. He says it's going to take some getting used to, being around you, but he's glad there's someone else who understands."

"I didn't say I understood either. I'm just saying I'm okay with it," I said.

"He couldn't believe you and I even talked about it; that you asked me about it. He said his dad would have taken him out and beat the crap out of him, then disowned him and kicked him out."

"And that would've accomplished what?" I asked.

"Thanks, Dad, for understanding, even though you say you don't. I know you understand, just from the way you're handling it." He chortled nervously. "Geezuss, Dad, how many men do you know would be so calm and understanding if they found out their son was screwing another guy? Or even if their son had a gay friend?"

"Maybe I do understand, to a point," I said with a shrug. "I always told you there's nothing you and I can't talk about. Okay, I wasn't expecting this but its just one of those times where a father has to put his money where his mouth is."

"Can I invite Travis over, or do you think it's too soon?" he asked.

"If it's not too soon for him," I said.

"I thought we could cook out and go swimming. The usual stuff; try to make him comfortable."

We made it for Saturday evening. I had the Weber fired up out on the deck well before Travis arrived. I could tell he was uneasy the way he walked out on the deck. I saw the way Ryan was looking at me, then Travis, waiting to see how we would greet each other.

"How do you want your hamburgers, Travis," I asked, looking up over the grill.

"Uh... medium well," he said.

"Did you put the beer on ice like I told you?" I asked Ryan.

"Yes sir."

The two boys looked at each other, Travis with a look of surprise. "Are you guys going anyplace tonight? I mean, neither of you are driving, right?" I asked.

"No, sir, hadn't planned on it," Travis replied.

"Good. Get us all a beer, then," I said. Maybe I was over-compensating, going out of my way to make the kid feel comfortable, serving him beer. And maybe I had ulterior motives. If he drank he would most certainly not be driving. I would see to that. And if he had too much, well, he would just have to spend the night. Maybe that was my motive for the beer. I didn't know for sure but the thoughts were there, trying to creep through the much to the top of my brain. What I did know was that he showed up looking hot as hell in his denim cut-offs with his thick muscular legs sticking out and his butt filling out the rear and the rest of him bulging out in front. And the tank top that made his shoulders look even wider and showed off the sides of his thick pecs, and his tits poking through the thin material. The kid was a stud. I didn't mind at all him being there and I settled into a mind-set that I cared even less that he was gay.

We had a second round of beer with our meal. The first had already begun to have its effect, on me as well as the boys. I sensed Travis' nervousness and I wished there was something I could say that would put him more at ease. I was doing the best I knew how but I didn't want to be the one to bring it up. When Ryan went inside for the steak sauce, Travis brought it up.

"Mr. Hill, I want to thank you for understanding...at least not condemning me," he said.

"I'm in no position to condemn anybody. Don't worry about it," I said.

"Well, thanks, anyway. Shit, if my dad knew..."

"Maybe you underestimate your dad," I said.

Travis laughed. "No, I'm not underestimating my dad," he said emphatically. "If he knew, I would be physically thrown out of the house."

"If that ever happens, Travis, you're welcome to come here," I said.

Ryan returned with the steak sauce and Travis cut the conversation short. After we had eaten the boys asked if they could have another beer.

"Okay, but then you're spending the night," I told Travis.

"If it's okay," he said.

"I wasn't asking, son, I was telling you, you're spending the night," I said sternly. "Better go call your dad."

The third beer was making me warm inside, right up to the fuzziness in my head; I knew it had to be affecting the boys even more. I managed to ward off the thoughts and imaginations that kept creeping in, about the boy being there the whole night. The boys wanted to go swimming and wanted me to join them; I knew they meant naked without them saying so. My common sense made me hesitant, but I did it anyway. Watching them strip off their clothes made me even warmer inside, and that was from watching Ryan as well as Travis. He was as much of a stud as Travis, and with my new-found knowledge I found myself looking at him in the same way I did Travis. Not that I believed Ryan was gay, but they were more or less in the same boat. They stripped naked and dove in. I knew I should put on a suit; I didn't trust myself. I didn't trust my own hormones around these two young studs. But before I could decide on my own, they goaded me into coming in naked. I had nothing to be ashamed of so I slipped my shorts off and dove in.

"Wow! You're a good diver," Travis said when I surfaced at the other end of the pool.

"Dad was a diver in college," Ryan said proudly.

"Was there anything you didn't do when you were younger?" Travis asked.

"If there was, the list is pretty short," Ryan answered.

"Well, maybe some things that I'm not going to talk to you guys about," I said with a mischievous grin

We swam and had a good time but I shied away from their boyish horseplay. I was afraid it would get out of hand and we, or I, would end up doing something I would regret. Knowing what they were doing together didn't give me license to join in their teenage sex games. Travis had hold of the edge of the pool, lying face down with his body floating out from the edge like a dead body. His tight, round butt bobbed up and down out of the surface, his legs spread open and I could see his manhood bobbing around in the water. I gulped down the saliva that flooded my mouth but I couldn't turn away. Ryan was floating on his back, looking up into the dark sky, his big cock lolling around in the shallow water lapping across his belly. Something, a strange force, tugged at me, urging me to move between Travis's legs but I managed to fight it down. Travis moved his legs, in and out of the water, causing his butt to bob up and down through the surface. It was as if he were purposely teasing, tempting; goading me on; or one of us. Maybe he was trying to goad Ryan into making a move in front of me. Quickly, I dove under and swam to the end of the pool. I surfaced with a strong gasp of air. Travis and Ryan had floated towards each other and were holding each other's hands. It didn't mean anything, except that now, maybe it did. I was a little perturbed that they were acting so boldly in front of me. But just as quickly, they used the leverage to shove away from each other and began swimming around.

I left the pool first, pleading old age, which I knew neither of them believed. I just didn't know what they believed. It didn't matter, I had to get out of the pool, out of their naked presence. I dried off and went inside. I was stretched out on the couch watching television in a pair of old college gym shorts when the boys came in. They were still wet, with their towels around their waists. I thought it was funny that they were displaying such modesty all of a sudden.

"How many guys dad's age can still wear their college gym shorts," Ryan pointed out. Then, "I think we're going on up to bed, dad. The swimming, on top of the beer, sapped me."

"See you in the morning," I said casually. "Is there any particular time you need to be home, Travis?" I asked.

He laughed. "Hell, my dad doesn't know or care when or if I get home," he said.

How sad, I thought. I wondered if they would sleep together, or for the looks of things, if Travis would take the other bunk. I wondered how bold they would be in my home now that I knew. With them upstairs, I couldn't concentrate on the TV. I gave them time to get settled in. I was surprised when I went upstairs to see Ryan's door wide open. I leaned my head in as I went by to tell them good night. They were both crowded into Ryan's bed, naked at least to below the waist, watching TV. Ryan had his arm stuck out for Travis to lay his head on. On second glance it was very obvious that they were completely naked.

"Good night, guys," I said.

"G'night, Dad."

"G'night, Mr. Hill," said Travis.

My breath came short as I tried to imagine what their night together would be like. I tore myself away from the door and went to my own room.

Sleep wouldn't come. I couldn't get the boys out of my mind; the way they looked down in the pool, Travis, stretched out in the water with his beautiful butt bobbing up and down. And they were in bed together. I could well understand Ryan's attraction to his teammate's butt. I told myself that I would not get up and go check on them....more honestly, to spy on them....but I left my door open a wide crack, hoping perhaps to hear them. I knew what they would probably be doing and they knew I knew, which would give them the freedom to do it.

I didn't even doze. I tossed and turned with frustration, even envy that my son was in there in bed with the cute, muscular stud instead of me, and what they would no doubt be doing, with my tacit permission. Yeah, it finally surfaced; I let it come out. I wanted Travis as much as he wanted Ryan. I couldn't believe I was lying there so casual about my son probably fucking his teammate in the next room. I wouldn't have allowed him to bring a girl into the house like this.

I could hear their muffled voices and laughter. When the sounds died down and I heard soft moans I couldn't take it anymore. I got up and crept out into the hallway and down to Ryan's door. It was closed now, but I put my ear to the door to listen. He was fucking him; I could tell by the sounds they were making. Ours is an old house with large keyholes to accommodate skeleton keys. I knelt down and peered through the keyhole and my heart pounded in my chest. Travis's hips were tilted up till he was almost bent in half and Ryan was arched up over him driving his big cock in and out of his ass like a pile driver. I ached at the sight of his tight butt muscles flexing as he lunged downward each time, and the sight of his thick, long cock disappearing into Travis's asshole. I could see the side of Travis's face screwed up in agonized lust as he was being fucked. I stayed crouched down there for several minutes before I had to stand up. If I stayed, they would surely hear my heavy breathing. My cock stood straight out as I crept away from the door. Back in my room I jacked off with my eyes closed to capture the image of the two boys.

The next morning I could barely look them in the eye for fear of revealing myself; my secret longings, as well as the fact that I had spied on them. The two boys acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, and perhaps it wasn't anything out of the ordinary to them now. All I could think about all day was what I saw through the keyhole, and hunky Travis walking around with Ryan's come inside him. I wrestled with two devils at the same time. I tried to accept the situation, even though I was beginning to have fears that Ryan might be settling into a new lifestyle too easily. There was another part of me being nagged to take a step into the lifestyle myself, with Travis. It was a constant battle and I could never be sure from one day to the next which side was winning. Then one day the battle came to me. Up until that time I'd been able to keep a safe distance, with no real, easy opportunity to succumb to my desires. Till one evening Travis came over when Ryan wasn't home. I was sitting out by the pool, after supper, reading the paper and having a beer. It was past dusk, moving into darkness; the sun was gone but the soft light shone on the water in the pool.

He was wearing dark blue onion-skin running shorts that were slit up the sides clear to the waistband. When he sat down, all of his thighs and some of his butt showed. And a white T-shirt with the sleeves cut off. Sweat gleamed on his forehead and his shirt was soaked with sweat around the armpits and down the center of his pecs.

"Ryan's not here," I told him as he sat down.

"I know. I was out running and decided to stop by. I hope its okay."

"Sure, you're welcome here anytime, Travis, you know that. Want a beer, since you're obviously not driving?"

"Yeah, thanks," he said as he got up to go get it himself. "Want me to bring you another one?"

I picked up my bottle to check it. "Yes, please." I watched him as he went into the house, his tight bubble butt churning inside the thin shorts, and the muscles of his thick thighs flexing and bulging as he walked. I found my breath coming short as I imagined those hard butt muscles squeezing around my son's thick cock. I shouldn't have offered him a beer. Ryan was out of town, visiting his cousin; I had no business being alone with Travis and drinking with him.

He came back with two cold beers and set one down beside me. He tilted his up and downed it completely. "Hey, I'm not driving," he said when I scowled at him, lifting his legs to show his running shoes. "There's nothing like an ice cold beer after a good run," he said. "Unless it's a good swim," he added.

His hint to go swimming wasn't lost on me, but I received it hesitantly, and I thought, wisely. Wise, until I crumbled, when he asked me outright.

"Is it okay if I go in the pool, Mr. Hill?" he asked.

"Sure," I said without hesitation.

"You gonna join me?" he asked as he stood up and peeled off his shirt and stepped out of his sneakers. He bent over to pull his sock socks off and his back spread out like bat wings.

"I don't know, I just finished eating," I said.

"You know, they debunked that myth a long time ago about waiting a half hour after eating to go swimming," he said.

"Old habits die hard," I said, as I watched him take off his running shorts. By the time his shorts hit the deck in twin circles, I debunked the myth myself. "Okay, why not?" I stood up to undress. Travis dove in and swam the length of the pool under-water. He broke the surface at the other end, did a twist and swam back to my end where he treaded water and watched me undress.

"You're really built, Mr. Hill," he said.

"Thanks, so are you, Travis," I said.

"I just hope I'm still built as good as you are when I'm your age."

"You've already got the foundation, just don't loose it," I told him. "Boys built as well as you and Ryan can keep their muscles all their life if they keep using them."

"Oh, I intend to keep using them," Travis said. "I'll be playing sports all through college, and then I'm going to work where I have to use my muscles. Like you, Mr. Hill, in construction or something like that. Maybe even in a gym."

"Well, you have to like the type of work you're doing," I said. "You could keep your muscles built up shoveling shit, but it's no way to make a living."

He laughed and swam backwards to give me room to dive in as I approached the end of the pool. "Better turn the lights off, can't tell when somebody might happen by," I said as I bent down and switched off the pool lights before I dove in. It was dark but there was enough moon to cast a light across the rippling water.

We swam and laughed and talked about school, college and girls and sports, and it felt good. I would've felt a little awkward talking about girls, knowing his propensity for my son, but Travis brought Ryan into it.

"He's got girls practically climbing all over him," he said.

"No doubt, so do..." I cut myself off, embarrassed.

"Its okay, Mr. Hill," the boy said. "Yeah, I admit, I do too, because nobody knows. And I date, to keep it that way."

"Yes, I...I though you did," I said. I was feeling proud of myself for keeping my urges in check. Talking helped distance my mind from my feelings, despite the fact that I found it impossible to take my eyes off of the boy. But then, there was no reason go.

Then he made his move. Not that I recognized it as such at first. It was so subtle as not to be noticeable at first. He swam to the side of the pool face down and clasped his hands over the edge. He let his body float with his bubble butt sticking up out of the water and his legs lying apart, much like the time before. I stood with my back pressed to the other side of the pool, gazing at him, my eyes focused on his butt. The V of his tanned, muscular legs were like an invitation, or worse, a trap, with his hard butt as the bait. In my mind I found myself taking the bait; then almost without my permission, my body was taking it. I moved through the water towards him, walking along the bottom of the pool. When I stood between his feet I grabbed his toes and tugged on them.

"Are you drowning?" I joked.

He lifted his head out of the water. "No, just relaxing," he said. His tone was husky and soft, dripping with invitation. I moved up between his calves and shoved his legs out wider. My mouth was watering at the sight of his butt. In the next seconds I had to make my decision; come out with it or get the hell out of the pool. "You planned this, didn't you," I said huskily as I put my hands on his butt.

He looked over his shoulder with a pleased look. "I knew Ryan wouldn't be home, if that's what you mean," he said.

I clasped my hands around his butt and squeezed the taut muscles. When he flexed the muscles they were so tight there was barely an indent from my fingers. I pressed them together, pulled them apart and moved up further between his thighs. My cock was raging hard now, bobbing around in the water. I clasped my hands around his slim hips and pulled the V of his thighs back against me. I knew he could feel my cock poking against his balls suspended in the water. It was the first time in twenty years that I'd touched another man like this, since I'd fucked my older brother.

That was my only experience with man-sex. Mike was twenty-four at the time; I was just a few days past eighteen. He was home from college and preparing to leave for Saudi Arabia to work for a big oil company. I was home from a date, in bed, but not asleep. I was looking at one of the girlie magazines I had hid under my mattress. Mike had been out saying good-bye to some of his friends and I didn't hear him come in. He was at my door before I knew he was home and there I was with a girlie magazine and my cock sticking up and bobbing up and down over my belly. I jumped at the sound of his voice and laid the magazine down but it was too late. He saw my embarrassment.

"Don't let me interrupt," he joked. "I thought you had a date. Didn't get any, huh?" he said with that big smile of his.

He put me at ease and I thought what the hell, he's my big brother, I wasn't doing anything that he hadn't done, or probably wasn't still doing. "You will be disappointed to know, big brother that I have only got it twice in my entire young life."

"Come on, I don't believe that for a minute!" he said, surprised. "Why're you being so modest?"

"I wish I were. I just haven't scored. I wish I was getting as much as people think."

"Shit, the reason they think it is...well, look at you. You're a little stud. How big is that thing, anyway? Bigger than me, that's for sure, and you're not done growing. You were bigger than me when you were sixteen. Shit, you're gonna be a horse. How big is it?"

"I don't know. Big, that's all," he said.

"The fuck you don't know," he chided me. "No guy hung like that hasn't measured it."

"Okay...nine inches, last time I measured it," I admit

"Shit, if I'd had a cock like that when I was eighteen, I would have scored every day and twice on Saturday night."

"You always had a way with girls, though," he said.

He laughed, shaking his head. "If you only knew..."

"Knew what?" I asked.

He was looking at me funny, real hard, up and down and his eyes fixed on my cock. He walked over to the edge of the bed and boldly wrapped his hand around my cock. I was stunned. I couldn't imagine my studly big brother ever touching another guy like that.

"Do you how to use this thing?" he asked huskily. "Except for a pump handle."

"Yeah, I told you've I've fucked two girls."

"Were they any good?" he asked.

"One was. But I've got no real basis for comparison like you do," I said.

"Do you want to establish a broader basis for comparison?" he asked.

"What eighteen year old do you know ever turned down a piece of ass?" I said smartly. I thought he was saying we would go out together and he would set me up with a girl, maybe an older girl, one of his friends. But instead he started taking off his clothes. I watched him with confused interest. Mike was built good. He had been a tight end on the football team when he was in high school and he kept his body in good shape lifting weights in college. When he was down to his shorts he left my room. I thought it was ended, he was going to bed, but I wondered why he'd taken off his clothes in my room and left them. He came back and I noticed the pouch of his briefs was heavier and sticking out more. On his way to my bed he took off his shorts and kicked them away, revealing his thick, rubbery cock. I couldn't tell at that stage, of course, but it looked like he was right, I might be bigger than him, although he was nothing that a girl would throw rocks at.

He stood beside my bed, looking down at me with that funny look in his eyes again. "Do you want to fuck me?" he asked.

It was like he'd dropped a bomb in the middle of my chest. I actually felt the breath go out of my lungs and I went brain-dead for a minute. When I was able to breathe in again and get some oxygen to my brain, the awful realization came to me that my big brother was gay!

Mike laughed at the look on my face. "That surprises you, doesn't it?"

I swallowed and gulped down the frog in my throat, nodding my answer till I could find my voice. "Surprise isn't exactly the word for it," I managed.

"I've been thinking for a long time, it's time you knew; you're old enough and broad minded enough to handle it," he said. His eyes raked over my body again. "When I walked in and saw you laying here all naked and hard, I knew this was the time. I didn't want to go to Saudi Arabia for two long years and leave you not knowing, and me living with the thought that some other guy latched on to you first."

"What makes you think a guy would try to latch on to me, period?" I asked.

"Oh, Ryan," he said, shaking his head. "Open your eyes. You've got guys drooling over you, you just don't know it." He squeezed my cock again. "So do you want to fuck me?"

I swallowed again and my eyes fell to the side of his butt. Mike had a great butt, too. Tight and round, just like the girls liked. I was sort of liking the way it looked too. "S-sure, if...if you w-want me to."

So I fucked him. He climbed up on my bed and sat down on my cock and I fucked him most of the night. He showed me a lot of different positions. He said he was dam near too wore out to get up and catch his plane. I wasn't worn out at all. I wasn't even confused anymore. After Mike left and I had time to think about it, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to happen between two brothers if they had a relationship like me and Mike. But those feelings never flowed over to any other guy. I went right back to girls and kept my little secret and racked it up as the homosexual experience that I'd read most boys have at least once in their young lives.

Until now. Until Travis.

I was kneading his butt muscles, causing tiny ripples to flow back across the pool. My cock was poking against his balls with some serious intentions now. It was on the tip of my tongue to ask him if he wanted it, but I couldn't find my voice. And it would've sounded foolish anyway. No kid lays in the pool with his butt sticking up out of water and a guy standing between his legs playing with it unless he wants something to happen. I dug my fingers between his muscles. He was slick there. Sometime or other he had used lube, maybe before he'd gone running. Obviously not water soluble. It was very waterproof...probably Vaseline. I drew my hips back so my cock could bob upward and it pointed up over his butt, throbbing and bobbing up and down like it was begging for the boy's ass. I pulled his butt apart and..."Travis...do you want this?"...and set the head of my cock against his asshole. It felt so hot in the cool water. I saw Travis's knuckles tighten around the edge of the pool and he nodded with his face in the water.

For a fleeting moment I thought, what if Ryan came back unexpectedly and caught us. Somehow, it not only didn't matter, I half wished he would come up on us. I clasped my hands around Travis's hipbones and pushed. My cockhead stretched his rubbery entrance but was restrained by the tight ring of his sphincter standing sentry against his hot asshole. I gripped his hips tighter and pushed harder and forced the head through the stubborn hole. The muscles in Travis's shoulders and back hunched up tight and lifted his head out of the water to take in a gasp of air. God, he was hot in there! Like a furnace after the cool water. I slid my cock the rest of the way in him.

"Awwwhhhhh, Mr. Hill!" he gasped, tossing his head back.

"Is it okay?" I asked. It was a rhetorical question; he didn't act like I'd hurt him so I started fucking him.

"Oh yeah," he replied. "Oh, yeah, it's okay."

It was incredible, my cock pulling out into the cool water then sliding back into the heat of his asshole. The visual was as good as the physical. I loved watching the boy's muscles ripple and bulge as he hunkered back for my cock, and the way his taut, round butt muscles clenched around it when I shoved in then relaxed as I was pulling out. I fucked him slowly at first, mesmerized by the sight of my cock going in and out of his asshole stretched around its girth. But my lust gradually took over and I picked up speed, and with it came more power to my thrusts. He liked it hard, I could tell, and the more speed I got the more he groaned. We were making waves. Big waves. I could hear the water splashing against the opposite of the pool.

"Ohhhhh....awwwwhhh, Mr. Hill that feels so good!"

I wanted to tell him to call me Jim. He was giving as well as he was getting and in turn getting as well as he was giving. It was a mutual, raw lust that threatened to boil over. I could almost feel the temperature of the water rise around us. He was twisting his butt around and shoving back onto my cock. He loved it when I twisted my hips and cork-screwed my cock into him.

"Ohhh.....Oh, Godd, Mr. Hill.....you're making it so good.....so good, you're gonna make me come if you keep doing that!" he gasped.

I fucked him harder. I wasn't ready for us to finish but if he was going to go off I wanted to make it something he would remember, something special from Ryan's dad. I fucked him like a stallion on a mare. Even my nostrils flared out like a stallion's and my cock felt as big as a horse's cock.

"Ohh....Ohhhh.....Ohh, Godd......Oh, GOdd.......Ooohhhh, Mr. Hill!" Oh, yess.... Ohhhh, fuck me! Fuck me, Mr. Hill. I'm gonna come! Fuck me harder!"

His asshole suddenly squeezed hard around my cock, then loosened then tightened and loosened again, and I knew he was comming. I fucked him to work up my own load before he finished. Stupidly, I asked him. "Can I come in you?"

"Yesss!" he cried softly. "Yesss, I wanta feel it!"

I slammed my cock into him and pulled back on his hips so hard that his butt and my loins melted together. My cock throbbed hard, bucked several times inside him then exploded.

"AAAhhhhhhhh!" he cried, tossing his head back. "Awwwhhhhh, I can feel it!

I can feel your hot come shooting inside me!"

His ass was loving it. It squeezed and palpitated nervously as I plugged him and filled him with my load. He felt hotter inside, as if I was fucking through my own come. He began to relax before I was finished and I kept fucking him till I had drained my balls inside him. My buoyancy in the water was all that kept my legs from buckling under me.

Travis pulled himself closer to the edge of the pool and my cock slipped out of his ass, leaving a trail of tiny ropes of come floating in the water. Come ran out of his ass before it closed up to mix with the ropes and when he straightened in the water I saw the long ropes of his own come floating around. I wondered if the stuff would rise to the top or dissipate in the water, or lie on the bottom in slippery globs.

Travis clung to the edge of the pool like it was a life preserver. I swam over to him and pressed my body against his back. It was dumb, but foremost in my mind at that moment was how I stacked up against Ryan. I wanted to ask him but it would've sounded juvenile. When he had caught his breath he climbed out of the pool I got a wonderful view of his asshole right in my face, still gaping a little bit. He stumbled over to where his clothes were.

"I gotta tell you, Mr. Hill, you really know how to fuck," he said.

Despite what we had done.....the forbidden intimacy......I was taken aback by his boldness in talking to me like that.

"Well, I've had some experience," I said.

"With other guys?"

"No," I lied.

"I don't know who's the best, you or Ryan," he said.

"It's not something you have to decide," I said, although I wished he would and tell me. "You won't tell Ryan about this, okay?"

"Not if you don't want me to."

"Not yet," I said.

"Can we do this again, Mr. Hill?" he asked.

Watching him pull on his shorts, it was difficult to tell him no, but I did. Sort of. "I don't know.....maybe it's not a good idea," I said.

"All right," he said with a smile. "If you're worrying about me being underage, don't. I'm eighteen. I would sure like to, Mr. Hill. Anytime you say. If you don't want Ryan to know, we can work it around him."

I wanted it to happen again as badly as he did, and I didn't want him to leave with it hanging. "Well, sometime....maybe...when Ryan is away, if you happen to drop by again..."

Travis smiled. Then he did the damndest thing. He came over to the edge of the pool and bent down with his hand out. "Thank you, sir," he said as we shook hands.

I lingered in the pool for a long time, floating on my stomach, swimming hard laps, and floating on my back, gazing up at the bright moon, wondering what the fuck I'd done.

When Ryan returned home he and Travis picked up where they left off. It was becoming almost routine for one of them to stay over at each other's house. I figured they must be fucking every night of the week, and I couldn't help being concerned that one of those nights when they were shrouded in intimacy, Travis might slip and tell Ryan what had happened between us. Or worse, that Travis's dad might catch them and become brutally physical with both of them. It didn't surprise me much when Ryan brought it up one night after supper when we were swimming.

"I've been afraid to bring this up, dad, but....well, Travis talks about you all the time," he began rather hesitantly. A cold chill ran down my spine. Had Travis told him?

"What's he saying about me?" I asked. He laughed.

"Basically...how hot you are."

I feigned surprise, mixed with a scowl of indignation. "That's hardly a way to talk about his best friend's father," I said.

"You know he's gay, you shouldn't be surprised or offended by it," Ryan said.

"I'm not offended," I said. "I'm just wondering what significance should be attached to such remarks coming from a boy his age."

"Do you want to know what else he said?" Ryan asked with a soft chuckle.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Maybe I'd better not. I'm not sure you're ready for it," he said.

"Try me."

"Promise you won't get mad at Travis, or me, for telling it."

"Promise."

"He would like to get it on with you and me at the same time."

I tried to appear shocked, as I should have been, but the idea excited me and I wasn't sure I was successful. The thought had entered my mind as well but I forced my common sense to prevail. A man simply does not have sex with his own son, or even where his son is involved. "I don't think so," I said with one eyebrow cocked, my sign of mild disapproval.

Ryan laughed. "Well, you didn't fall over in a dead faint like Travis said you would."

"And how did you say I would react?" I asked.

"Just the way you did.....turn it down. But just in case...I can assure you, the offer stands," he added with a sly grin.

I wished he hadn't said that. It made it easier for me to give it serious thought. I decided it was a good time to approach another matter. "Ryan, I've been wondering .....concerned.....about you two staying over so often......."

"Come on dad," he said with a grin, "what's to wonder about? You know what's going on."

"Yes, and that causes me concern. Not so much when Travis stays over here but when you stay over at Travis's house, with his dad and all. He's a big man and he can be brutal and mean when he's drunk. If he ever caught you boys........"

"He gets mean only when he's partially drunk," Ryan said. "We're careful to wait and be sure he's totally drunk; like passed out drunk, or gone."

"All right, I was worried, that's all. But I still hate to see you take such chances."

The two boys became more open with their relationship, and although I didn't believe Ryan was reciprocating in any way, I became more worried that he was settling into the lifestyle with Travis too easily, and more worried that he might branch out to other boys. They continued to spend a lot of time at each other's houses, mostly at our house because we had a pool and, I thought, because of Travis's dad. I even began to find Travis' extra clothes in Ryan's closet.

One night I came in late from having a beer after work with some of the crew and found Ryan's door wide open. The two boys lay sleeping, naked, their arms and legs entangled like two lovers. It was an absolutely beautiful sight. I paused at the door to gaze at them. Part of me wondered if it weren't by design, that they were perhaps tempting me. And it made me wonder what sleeping arrangements they had at Travis's house. I was even more worried because the boys were becoming so casual about it and I was afraid they might get careless, and if his dad ever caught them like this there would be hell to pay. I made it a point to bring it up again with Ryan the next day. We were working in the back yard, Ryan in his old gym shorts that he'd had since his freshman year, and I had on a pair of denim cutoffs and a tank top.

"I came home last night and found your bedroom door wide open," I said. He looked at me like, what's the big deal.

"Is that a problem all of a sudden?" he asked.

"No, not here, but it led me to wonder where and how you guys sleep when you're at Travis's house. Knowing how his dad feels, it would bring holy havoc down on Travis if his dad sobered up and found you sleeping the way I did."

"That's the reason Travis likes to spend the night here," Ryan said.

"Oh, I though it was the pool," I said.

"That too, but mostly he likes your laid back attitude about us. And he thinks you're hot," he added with a grin.

"So, what are the sleeping arrangements at his house?" I asked, ignoring his added remark.

"We're in the same bed but we sleep in our shorts, and with the door shut,"

he said. "And it's a double bed."

"The door is shut all night, and locked?" I asked with a suspicious scowl.

"There is no lock on the door, but Travis's dad doesn't look in on us like you do. He doesn't much give a dam if Travis is even there."

"You understand, I'm not checking up on you, Ryan," I said. "I just thought it was strange that your door was open. You almost always kept it shut."

He laughed. "Hell, dad, there's not much reason for you to be checking up on us, is there. And we both know why I always kept my door shut; why any teen-ager keeps his door shut. I was jacking off." He didn't cease to amaze me with his candor. It was my turn to laugh.

"There's something ironic about that," I said. "You used to keep your door closed because you didn't want me to catch you jacking off and now you leave it wide open." I didn't know how much more at ease or bold they could be except to let me watch them having sex.

"As much as I should disapprove, I would rather Travis stay over here," I said.

"Thanks, Dad," he said with a warm smile. "And thanks for understanding."

Then one day...I came home one evening about dark from washing my truck. I went about getting supper, curious why Ryan hadn't already started it. Curious that I didn't even know where he was; he hadn't come down when I came in. I went to the bottom of the stairs and called up for the boys then went back to set out plates for three, assuming that Travis would be there. When no one answered or came down I went upstairs to check. There was no one upstairs. I went back down and checked out on the deck to get the surprise of my life, if there could be any more surprises.

There were Travis and Ryan on a cushion from one of the lounge chairs alongside the pool. Travis was laid back with his legs lifted high around Ryan's hips while Ryan fucked him. I stood there in the doorway, shocked. Knowing what was going on between the two, even catching them at it, was one thing. Seeing them doing it so openly was quite another. Did they have no shame? Of course not. They saw no shame for them in what they were doing and I had done nothing to instill it in them. On the contrary, obviously, I had made them feel free to pursue their lusty urges. My biggest concern at that moment was the neighbors. A high fence surrounded our yard and I didn't think anyone around us had a view into the pool, but I was still concerned. Why, I shouldn't have wondered; I had fucked the boy myself in the pool.

As I stood watching them I was even surer that they knew exactly what they were doing; that there was a plan to their actions. They knew I had gone to wash my truck and that I wouldn't be gone very long. They intended for me to catch them. I stood and watched them for several minutes. It was like a scene from a good porno movie, except the moans weren't contrived. They were sincere, coming from both of them. I pondered what I should do. Go quietly back in the house and let them come in when they were finished? Or walk out and let them know I was home. I tried to think if what I might say.

It was the base lust-instincts in me that finally prevailed over discretion and common sense. I took a deep breath and walked out to the pool. Ryan had his back to me and I was barefoot so they didn't hear me.

"Supper will be ready shortly, you guys," I said.

I fully expected them to stop and bolt, or cower in embarrassment and shame to find me standing right there beside them. They didn't. Ryan looked up at me, his eyes hazed over, his mouth open and his nostrils flared as he gasped in short breaths in unison with the thrusts of his cock. A trace of a smile tried to form on his lips. Travis hadn't seen me at first. His eyes widened when he saw me but he, too, was too much into being fucked to be concerned about me, Ryan's dad, standing there watching them. And why should he register shock when I had been in the saddle myself. Maybe they thought I would walk away but I couldn't. I was mesmerized with the sight of the two tanned, muscular athletes; Ryan's tight, round butt muscles flexing and clenching to drive his big cock into his team mate's ass, his arms bulging to hold the boy's legs out wide and his back muscles rippling as he moved. I was equally mesmerized that I was actually standing there watching my son fuck another boy. I wondered if I should have acted more like Travis's dad.

They didn't stop till they were finished, and I stayed as a witness to the end. Ryan never let up and didn't miss a stroke as he reached his climax. It was difficult to tell that he was coming until Travis began moaning and whimpering that he could feel Ryan's load shooting into him. When he was finished, he collapsed on top of Travis and they lay for a moment to catch their breath. I didn't know if Travis had come or not. Finally, Ryan shoved himself up from Travis's body, in a push-up position then on up to his haunches. His cock extracted from the boy's asshole with a soft suctioning noise and he reared back on his haunches between Travis's legs. His cock still hung out in a rubbery-hard stance. That's when I saw Travis's cock standing up over his belly, bucking and throbbing angrily. He hadn't gone off. Ryan struggled to his feet and I put out my hand to pull him up and steady him. He reached down to pull Travis to his feet. His cock bobbed and swayed around like a battering ram.

"Whew!" Travis gasped as he grasped the railing over the edge of the pool.

"You can say that again," Ryan said. Then he looked at me. "Sorry if we held up supper, Dad," he added with a grin.

"Not at all. Get washed up," I said. I walked away mentally shaking my head at the whole scene. I couldn't believe they had the balls to do it right in front of me. They acted as if they'd just finished a tennis match. More, I couldn't believe I had stood and watched them, as if they'd been playing a game of checkers.

They came into the house naked and went upstairs to shower. They came down a few minutes later in their shorts and pitched in to help me finish getting supper on the table. It was strange, sitting down with the two young studs after witnessing them having sex out by the pool. But we all acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

I pondered it for several days, wrestling with what I should do or say, if anything. I knew I shouldn't make them feel so comfortable in their behavior. I kept relating it in my mind to Ryan having a girl in his room, or coming home to find him fucking a girl by the pool. My reaction would be far different, I was sure, and I knew it should be even more severe since it involved another male. But just as they felt no shame or embarrassment in what they were doing, I couldn't conjure up much in the way of fatherly outrage either. But complete acceptance was tantamount to encouraging them, and that could well lead to Ryan falling deeper into the lifestyle that he had obviously grown so comfortable in. I didn't know what to do or what to say. Forbidding it was not a viable option.

The situation worsened when Travis showed up one night with bruises on his face and blood on his shirt.

"Geezusss, Travis, what happened?" I asked as I let him in.

"My dad," he said simply.

I cringed inside at the thought that he had found out about Ryan and Travis. "What happened?" I asked again. "Did he.....find out?"

"No, it wasn't that. It was something else entirely. I wouldn't even be here standing if he found that out."

Ryan came down to see who I was talking to, aghast at his friend's face.

"Geezuss, Travis, what happened!"

"His dad," I replied for him. "Did you call the police?" I asked.

"No, that would only make matters worse, later," Travis said. "He'll get over it and everything will be all right."

"No, everything won't be all right," I said. "If you let him get by with it the first time, he will..."

Travis laughed. "Oh, this isn't the first time," he cut in.

I was welling up with anger that a man would do this to his son, and my anger was eager to get out. "Do you want me to go over there?" I asked.

"No, I'm afraid of what he might do," Travis said.

"I'm not particularly afraid of what he might do," I said.

"Just let it go," he said. "You don't need to get involved in our little family spats."

"I'm afraid I'm already involved, with you showing up at my door looking like this," I said.

"I'm sorry, I... I shouldn't have come here. I should leave," he said as he half-turned to go.

"No," Ryan said and grabbed him by the arm.

"No!" I said, taking hold of his other arm. "You're not going anywhere, son," I said. "And don't apologize; this is exactly where you should've come. But you can't expect me not to get involved."

"It's something we have to work out," Travis said.

"Men like that....a man who would do this to his son.....aren't interested in working things out," I said. I was angry and I hurt inside seeing the fear in the boy's eyes.

"You said one time, Mr. Hill, that I could stay here. Could this be one of those times?"

"Of course, as long as you need to," I said. "Ryan will take you upstairs."

I didn't go up with them. I couldn't get my anger under control and seeing the boy....and what else the man might have done to him, would only make it worse. Just then there was a loud pounding on the door. I knew instinctively that it was Travis's dad. I braced myself and opened the door.

"Is my son here?" he demanded.

"Yes." He was a big, muscular man but my anger made him look smaller.

"Get him! I want to see him."

"I don't think that's a good idea right now," I said calmly.

"I said I want to see him!" he bellowed.

"I don't think so," I said, my voice taking on an edge. The man's voice was seething with anger. That was okay, his anger was focused on me instead of his son at the moment.

"He's my son! And I wanta see him, now! So get his sorry ass out here!" he bellowed. He made a move as if to come in but I blocked his way.

"He's your son, not your punching bag," I said.

It made him even angrier that I was standing up to him. That probably didn't happen very often. He made the move again, and again, I blocked him.

"If you come near the boy, you'll have to come through me," I said. It had been years since I'd had an altercation with another man and I could feel the adrenalin rush coming on. I was ready for this guy.

He stiffened but backed down, reluctantly. He walked backwards off the porch.

"This isn't over," he warned angrily. "I know what's going on between those two little perverts. And I'll bet you do, too, and you're letting it happen, probably right here in your own house. Hell, I'll bet you're in on it. Are you fucking him, too? Are you fucking your own son as well as my boy?"

The adrenalin became anger and I stepped through the door and pulled it closed behind me. I caught him by his shirt before he stumbled backwards down the steps and slammed him against the side of the house. Dam, it felt good. I think part of it was, I didn't want to let him get away without having the altercation.

"Listen, you perverted son-of-a-bitch, if I hear even a whisper that you've spread that crap around, you'll look worse than your son. And if you ever touch the boy again, I will kill you. You got that?" When he didn't answer me I slammed him against the side of the house again so hard that his head bounced off the wall. "You got that!" I hissed.

"Yeah.....yeah, I got it," he replied in a snarling tone. I was surprised that he was so subdued, that he didn't fight back, and a little worried that there was no trace of fear in his voice. "This ain't over," he said.

I let go of his shirt and shoved him down the steps and he stumbled toward his car. I stood there till he drove off, determined not to let him see how badly he had shaken me. Dam, he knew! How the hell did he find out?

Suddenly I was angry with the boys. I turned around to see the door open and they were standing at the bottom of the stairs.

"Dang, you sure handled him, Dad," Ryan said with pride.

"Yeah, thanks, Mr. Hill," said Travis.

"Like he said, it's not over," I said.

"Yeah, I know. I have to go back to him," said Travis.

"No, you don't. I said you could stay here as long as you need to. That means permanently if need be."

I saw the tears well up in his eyes, and Ryan's eyes got wetter, too. "He knows about you boys," I said. "You told me that wasn't the cause of your fight," I said to Travis.

"It wasn't at first. Then he started making accusations and getting madder and madder without even giving me a chance to say anything."

"What I want to know is, how did he find out?" I looked at Ryan.

"It's my fault," Travis put in quickly. "He never saw us or anything. It was a.....it was something I wrote, and he found it."

"Something you wrote?" Ryan asked, surprised. "About me? Us?"

"About you....about me...about us....but I never mentioned anybody by name. It was just what I wrote. He jumped to conclusions, because of all the time we spend together."

"What was it?" Ryan asked.

"I don't have it. He burned it in the fireplace."

Ryan looked sadly disappointed and Travis looked hurt and apologetic.

"Well, get up to bed," I said.

I didn't go to bed. I sat up staring blankly at the television trying to understand the situation. That a man would hit his son. And recalling the looks the boys gave each other, for the first time I realized what they meant to each other. It was my fault. I had let things go to far.

Ryan came downstairs. "Thanks, dad," he said quietly. "And Travis wants to thank you."

I shrugged. He sat down beside me on the couch.

"You're an unbelievable father," he said.

I smiled and squeezed his leg. "It's something fathers do," I said.

"No, it's something my Dad does," he said. "You can't possibly know how much I respect and admire you, and love you for understanding."

"I'm just not sure what it is that I understand," I said.

"Can I ask you something, Dad? It's pretty bold, and personal," he warned.

"Sure."

"Have you ever had sex with another guy?"

I was taken aback by his question but tried not to show it. I scrambled for an answer, whether or not to tell the truth; about Travis or about the time I fucked my older brother.

"Truth?" I said.

"You've always been truthful with me," he reminded me.

"Yes," I replied.

"You have?! Who was it?" he asked. He sounded both excited and surprised at my answer.

"My older brother," I replied, surprised how easily it came out.

Ryan's mouth dropped and his eyes widened. I almost wanted to laugh at his expression. "Uncle Mike?! You fucked Uncle Mike?!"

I nodded. "I had just turned eighteen. He was twenty four, getting ready to go overseas."

Ryan was so surprised that he was breathless for a moment. "How did it happen?" he asked. "I mean, who..."

"Who initiated it?" I finished for him. "Mike did. And me being younger than him, and curious and horny, I went along with it. It only happened that one time," I added. It wasn't a lie. It was the only time between me and my brother, and if I was implying that it was the only time, period, with any other guy, well okay. But I had committed myself to the truth. Did it have to be the whole truth.....the truth about me and Travis?

"If he hadn't gone off to Saudi Arabia.....if he'd stayed home, do you think it might've.....if things might have gone further?" Ryan asked.

"I don't know. I guess so if he wanted it to. Like I said I was young and horny and...well, he was my older brother, and all too willing."

"So, that's how you understand me and Travis so well," he said.

"I think you and Travis have taken it to a much higher level," I said. "And I'm not sure I should have permitted it."

He looked at me with one eyebrow screwed up. "With all due respect, Dad, it's not something you could've stopped. Maybe we wouldn't be quite so open about it but....."

"I permitted more than I should have," I cut in. "What man stands and watches his son fuck another boy without doing or saying anything?"

"My Dad, that's who," he said. "Any other man....somebody like Travis's dad..... would have beaten the shit out of us. No matter what anybody might think about the two of us, you've all but saved Travis's life, letting him stay here."

I wished he hadn't brought Travis up. I swallowed, hoping he didn't hear me gulp down the frog in my throat. I had to tell him; the whole truth. His admiration and respect for me were diminished if I held it back from him.

"Son, you said I've always been truthful with you, which I have, but does that mean just truth, or the whole truth?"

"It's whatever you decide to tell me," he said. "I know you would never outright lie to me." He was so innocently trusting it frightened me that he looked up to me so.

"Sometimes the truth hurts, and this truth might hurt real bad," I warned. "But I have to say this...it's about Travis," I began. I wanted to swallow the words but they were already out there for him to hear. From the look on his face, he knew before I finished.

"Travis?... and... you?" he asked in a near whisper.

I nodded, afraid to look at him. "You can't blame him. It wasn't his fault," I said. "It wasn't his fault that it happened, and it wasn't his fault that he didn't tell you. I made him promise he wouldn't."

"He didn't; not even a hint," Ryan said. "But it doesn't have to be anybody's fault. It happened and.....hell, Dad, that's great!" he said, squeezing my leg. "He was wanting it to happen so bad."

I was surprised and relieved at his reaction, and I was able to relax with a loose smile. "Well, it...it was pretty great," I said.

He laughed, sounding elated.

"Well, I guess it's my turn to thank you for being so understanding," I said.

"Oh, I understand completely," he said.

"Nobody can know," I warned, "nobody except the three of us. Travis' dad already suspects what's going on. If he ever had solid proof, God only knows what he would to do Travis."

"Don't worry, dad, nobody will find out," he assured me. He stood up. "Is it all right if I tell Travis I know?"

"I guess so. I didn't make any promises not to tell. And he sort of wanted you to know anyway, I think." I chortled. "Don't make any big deal out of him keeping it a secret from you."

"I won't. I respect him for that," Ryan said.

Ryan was almost skipping across the room he was so happy. At the bottom of the stairs he paused and turned around with a twinkle in his eye. "Dad, does this mean you would be okay with Travis' idea....about all three of us sometime?"

I looked at him and smiled and shrugged. "We'll see."

Ryan stayed with us and we didn't hear from his dad. It soon became evident that he would remain with us. We took him back to his house to get his stuff. Travis was worried that his dad might be there.

"Don't worry about it," I told him.

"He has a gun," Travis said. "I don't know if he would ever use it, but I thought you should know."

Would he use it? If he was drunk, I figured he would be capable of anything. I asked Travis where he kept the gun.

"Under the mattress," he replied.

"When you're packing your stuff, take it," I suggested. His eyes flew open, aghast. "Take it," I said again. "I'll let him know it's gone. I'll tell him I took it."

"What if he won't let us in," Travis said as we pulled up to the house.

Ryan laughed and that put it to rest. He knew I wouldn't be intimidated by the man. We all three got out and walked up to the house. Travis lingered back a little.

"You do the talking," I told him, "I'll be right here to back you up."

He looked frightened but he moved ahead of me as we went up on the porch. I was hoping the bastard didn't greet us at the door with the gun. He didn't. He opened the door with a beer in his hand. Geezuss, no teenage boy should have to admit that somebody like that was his dad!

"I....I've come for my stuff," Travis said as bravely as he could.

"You don't have any stuff here," the man said. "I got rid of everything. Your room's empty." There was a smirk on his face. "I didn't figure you would be coming back. I figured you would want to live with your faggot friend and his faggot father so I got rid of all of your stuff."

I could see Travis' shoulders slump in defeat, and my anger surged through me. I stepped around Travis, pushing him out of the way and barged through the door. I slammed the door shut behind me, leaving the two boys out on the porch. I grabbed the man by the balls and squeezed. He dropped his beer and yowled but I cut it short with my hand over his mouth.

"You filthy mother-fucking son-of-a-bitch!" I swore, the words dripping with the venom of my anger and contempt for the man. "If your son wasn't on the other side of that door, I swear I would cut these off and feed `em to you," I said, giving his balls a harder squeeze. My hand almost vibrated from his scream. "Now you listen to me, you dirty cocksucker. As of right now, you don't have a son. I know that tears your heart out, but I just want to be sure you understand....from this day on, Travis is MY son. And you can't even begin to imagine what I'll do if you mess with either of my sons."

I removed my hand from his mouth and let go of his balls. He doubled over, still in pain, and slumped to the floor. I kicked him. It was a brutal thing to do but I couldn't help myself. It scared me a little; too, that I was capable of being so brutal and it angered me that he was able to bring that out in me. Then I thought of the gun. I pulled him to his feet. He cried out again when I forced him to straighten up.

"Let's go upstairs," I said.

"What? What the fuck for?"

"You've got a gun under your mattress. I want it."

"Fuck you, you've got no right taking my property," he said.

"And you had no right throwing your son's property out," I growled, as I grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back. "Now, let's go!"

His bedroom was a pig stye; clothes heaped all around the room. The sheets on the bed didn't' look like they'd been changed in months. The place smelled so bad I wanted to throw up. As he moved toward the bed I grabbed his arm and jerked him back.

"Which side?" I asked.

"That side," he said.

I didn't trust him. I snapped his arm, forcing him to his knees then half dragged him to the side of the bed where I groped under the mattress to find the gun myself. I told myself to remember to scrub my hands after touching his filthy bed. I quickly checked to see if the gun was loaded. It was. I let go of his arm.

"You can stand up," I said, waving the gun at him. "Let's go back downstairs."

Walking down the short hallway, I glanced into an empty room that I surmised had been Travis's and I felt both sad and relief that he was in my house now. Downstairs, I shoved the man into a chair and told him to stay there till he heard me drive off.

"You know I'm gonna call the police when you leave, and tell them you broke into my house and stole my gun."

"Don't bother. I'm turning your gut in to the police, and while we're there, they'll probably want to take pictures of your boy; what you did to him."

"What I did to him?" he scoffed. "What about what you're doing to him? He's underage, you know. The police are going to be real interested in what's going on in your house. You could go away for a long time, fucking around with underage boys."

I didn't say anything. I opened the door and stepped outside, closing the door behind me.

"Let's go."

"B-but...but I...my..."

"Let's go!" I snapped. Then I put my arm across Travis' shoulder. "There's nothing here, Travis."

Travis cried all the way home, with Ryan trying to comfort him. I reached over and touched Ryan's arm.

"Let him let it out," I said. "He needs to let it all out." My guts were in knots, wondering if the bastard would call the police. Geezusss! I thought Travis was eighteen; same age as Ryan.

Travis was devastated that his father had thrown out everything he owned. "He threw away my whole life," he said.

"Try to make a new life, with us," Ryan told him.

I told Ryan that Travis would have to do that on his own, in his own time. But we did what we could to help him start over. The first thing we did was to go shopping for new clothes and the boys had fun with that. I bought him new bedroom furniture and we set him up in his own room. The boys seemed a little awkward with that when we were setting up the bed.

"Every boy needs his own room," I said. "And it looks better if you each have your own room. I'm not saying you have to sleep here."

I still couldn't shake the concern that the boy's dad might have called the police and they were just waiting to pounce. I finally approached him about it. He was coming out of the bathroom one night, naked and still wet, drying off as he headed to his room.

"Travis," I said.

He stopped, backed up and turned into my room.

"Travis, I thought you were eighteen, same age as Ryan."

"I am," he said with a confused look.

"You are...that's no lie," I said.

"No lie. I probably don't have a birth certificate any more after my dad shit-canned everything I own, but I've got my drivers license. And I could get a copy of my birth certificate from the courthouse. Why? What's up?"

"Your dad," I said. "He threatened me with the underage thing."

"That son-of-a-bitch!" he swore. Suddenly he strode out of my room and came back with his driver's license. "Here. This say's I'm eighteen, and I will get a copy of my birth certificate," he declared angrily.

"All right," I said, handing the license back. "I just wanted to clear that up. It would be a good idea to get a copy of your birth certificate."

"Would it be all right if I had them put your name in as my father instead of him?" he asked.

"Let's don't go there yet," I said.

Travis settled into his new life with us and it was becoming easier to think of him as my own son; at the same time, harder to resist his boyish-manly charms. Then it happened; out of the blue one Saturday afternoon when the three of us were doing jobs that had been put off too long. As usual, the boys had on old gym shorts that they had outgrown and I had on my workout shorts and work boots. None of us wore shirts. We mowed the grass and raked around the fence and pulled weeds around the flower beds, not something that got done on a regular basis. I was finishing up in the yard and told the boys to go in and start on the garage. There was stuff that needed be loaded into the pickup and hauled off and tools needed to be put away. When I came in from the yard the garage door was shut. It should have been opened and the truck parked outside if they were cleaning as I'd told them to. I got a little pissed at the thought that they might have ignored me, but then I heard them inside the garage. I went to the service door. There was Travis bent over the work bench with his legs spread apart and Ryan standing behind him, pounding his cock in and out of his ass. The boy's knuckles were white around the edge of the workbench.

Travis and Ryan having sex was as common as sitting down to a meal, but I was still surprised when I came up on them. It's just not something you expect to see, your son fucking his buddy right out in the open. But I had let them come this far, to feel free to do it.

"We needed a break," Ryan said casually as he pumped his cock in and out of Travis' ass.

"I thought we would take a break in the pool when we were finished," I said.

"Travis wanted it now," Ryan said. "It's okay, Dad, we'll clean the garage. You don't even have to help. We can do it. Unless you want to join us."

By his tone, he wasn't asking if I wanted to join them in cleaning the garage. I hesitated and knew I was lost. Then Travis put the clincher on it.

"Maybe we could use some help," he said.

I turned back and locked the door. "Well, you've wanted this for a long time," I said as I walked over to the workbench.

Travis looked up at me with longing in his eyes. That look that I'd seen before when Ryan was fucking him. I shoved my shorts down and boldly stood in front of him, offering him my meat-packed jock in his face. He wrapped his hands around my butt and pulled me to him eagerly. I smashed my jock into his face and felt his hot breath through the mesh material. He mauled my pouch with his mouth and his tongue and my cock responded. Before long, my jock was tented something awful. The material was stretched apart so you could see the dark hue of my cock through the threads. He put his fingers into the waistband and tried to pull it down but I wouldn't let him. I didn't know why I was teasing him but I did. I kept the pouch in his face but wouldn't let him have the real thing in the flesh. It drove him nuts.

"Aww, please, Mr. Hill, stop teasing me. Let me have it!" he begged, clawing at my jockstrap.

I laughed softly and held him at bay for a bit longer before I moved my hands and let him pull my jockstrap down. He took my cock in his mouth and gobbled it like a hungry wolf.

"Aww, man, you never did that for me," Ryan complained.

There I had it. Travis hadn't been sucking Ryan's cock. I thought it strange but I was glad that he sucked mine first. Maybe mine was the first he had ever sucked, but he didn't act like it was his first cock. I wondered who else; and I was sure Ryan was wondering, too, because I was sure Ryan thought Travis was his exclusively.

Travis clasped his hands around my butt, urging me to fuck his mouth. I put my hands on the back of his head and fed him my cock. Again, I was having to tell myself that it was happening; that I was standing there watching my teenage son fuck his buddy while his buddy was sucking my cock. I wondered what Ryan was thinking.

Suddenly, Ryan pulled his cock out. "I gotta have some of that, dammit. Come on, you can have his ass for awhile," he said as he came around the workbench.

I should've been appalled but I pulled my cock out of Travis's mouth and walked around behind him. My throat was tight just looking at his round, firm butt muscles and that still-gaping hole, still gleaming slick, that seemed anxious to be filled with my cock. Part of it was seeing my son's huge cock swaying back and forth. I was surprised that Travis took Ryan's cock fresh from his asshole, but it didn't seem to matter to him; he was clean.

"Ohhhh, Godddd!" Ryan moaned as Travis took his cock. "Awww, mann, what have I been missing...Ohhh yeah...Ohhh, suck it, man...suck that big cock."

I spat on my cock and set the head into the gaping hole. Travis moaned around Ryan's cock and squirmed around anxiously. He groaned louder as I shoved my cock in him.

"MMMmmmnnhhhhh!" he groaned.

"Ohhh, this is too hot, Dad!" Ryan said. "Watching you fuck my best friend while he's sucking my cock."

For a long time all that could be heard were the sounds of our sex; our heavy breathing and moans and the steady slap of my loins against Travis' butt and his wet sucking noises around Ryan's cock. Ryan was watching us intently; he never took his eyes off of me fucking his buddy.

"Awww, do you believe this, Dad?" Ryan asked, looking across Travis with a loose grin.

"No," I said. But watching the boy's tanned, smooth stomach muscles ripple and dance as he fucked his cock in and out of his buddy's mouth, made me believe the thoughts that were creeping into my head. Actually it wasn't the first time I'd had the thoughts recently, but it was the first time I had let those thoughts roam free. I had begun to notice Ryan's butt more and more, and I found my mouth dry at the sight of his naked body. Geezuss, I wanted him, like I wanted Travis. I wanted to fuck my son! I tried to dismiss the idea from my mind. What we were doing was bad enough. I couldn't stoop to such depravity as to have sex with my own son. Or could I? I wondered if he would think it was depraved, if he would see it simply as the next level in our relationship.

"Ohhh, I'm getting close," Ryan gasped suddenly. He put his hands on each side of Travis' face as he fucked his mouth. "Do you want me to cum in your mouth?" he asked.

Travis got off his cock to answer. "Yes, I wanta try it," he said.

I had been working to hold off but now I wanted to let it go. I tried to gauge myself to the level of Ryan's lust.

"Oh...Oh...Oh, Godd...You want it...here it...comes!"

His young muscles stood taut as his body trembled. Then he began to lurch and I knew he was giving Travis his load. Travis uttered a squealing moan and sucked like a hungry puppy. I banged his butt harder to work up my own climax, and hopefully get him off as well. Ryan watched. My breathing became ragged and my nostrils flared as I sucked in enough oxygen to keep the machine in motion. Finally the trigger tripped and the stuff came gushing through my cock. Travis moaned again and slammed his hard butt back onto my cock in a frenzy. My legs were shaking by the time I emptied my balls deep inside the boy's ass. Ryan's cock pulled free of Travis' mouth with a loud suctioning noise as he stumbled backwards. I pulled Travis up and pressed my body against his back. Boldly, without inhibitions or shame, I reached around and took hold of Travis' cock.

"Come on, we gotta get you off," I said huskily as I continued to fuck him and jack his cock at the same time. I heard him choke on a whimper as he thrust his cock through my fist then slammed his butt back onto my cock. He fucked my cock and my fist for barely a moment before I felt him tremble and heard his ragged breathing.

"You're getting him there, Dad," Ryan said, excitedly.

When he spewed, Travis' ass squeezed my cock tight as a vise and his cock bolted in my fist and I felt the powerful surge of his semen gushing up through the thick tube. Then I heard it splattering against the workbench and the tool chest beneath it.

"Ohhh...Ohh, Fuck, Mr. Hill...Ohhh, Goddd, Thank you...Fuck me, you big stud," he groaned incoherently as he lost his load all over the place.

When he was finished and settled enough to stand on his own two feet I eased my cock out of his ass. It was hot in the garage and we were dripping with sweat.

"Man, we need to do this outside next time," Ryan joked.

"I'll clean up the mess I made," Travis said, turning around to face me.

Again his eyes were filled with that youthful innocence that belied the rest of his body. "Thanks, Mr. Hill."

"Hell, don't thank me," I said.

So Travis was living with us. He fit in easily and we were gradually settling into a life together that included me having more sex with the boys that I should've, but they urged me on and I wanted it. All along, I fought the terrible urge to make the ultimate physical connection with Ryan. I satisfied myself with Travis. I was glad that he was so comfortable with us. Or so I thought. We were well into the holiday season and the boy had fun decorating the house and the tree and wrapping presents. I was deeply gratified that Travis was so happy, and I had never seen Ryan so happy. Then, two days before Christmas, Travis disappeared. Ryan came into my room in the middle of the night looking for him.

"I thought he might have slept in here," he said.

"Uhh...No," I said, surprised that he would think that, for Travis and I had never slept together. The times we had sex, he always went back to his own room, or into Ryan's room. We checked all through the house and I checked the garage, trying not to think that maybe he had left with my truck. The truck was still there.

"Maybe he went back to his dad's place," Ryan said.

We got dressed and headed there. His dad answered the door with the same surly scowl as last time. But then, we had awakened him in the middle of the night.

"We're looking for Ryan, is he here?" I asked.

"Nope."

I didn't know whether to believe him or not. "Mind if we check ourselves?"

"He ain't here, he's never been here and he ain't likely to be here anytime soon," the man said. "And no, you can't come in and check for yourselves."

I decided not to press it. If I barged in, he might call the police. So Ryan and I left. Ryan was about to panic.

"Okay, let's think about it," I said. "You're a teenager, put yourself in his place. Get into his head. If you were going to leave home, where would you be right now?" I asked.

He thought about it for minute. "If I was heading off, for good, I would be on the highway trying to hitch a ride. If I just wanted to get away...I would be...at the falls."

"The falls? It's December, and he's on foot," I said.

Ryan shrugged. "You asked," he said.

"Okay, we'll check the falls."

My heart fell when we couldn't find him there. We headed for the highway. "East or West?" I asked Ryan.

"If I were heading out for good, I would be heading west, where it's warmer."

I turned onto the Interstate heading West. We drove for several miles, searching the roadside for him.

"I'm going to take a chance and check out the truck stop up ahead," I said.

"He could be well past the truck stop," Ryan said.

"Yeah, he could be, especially if he got a ride from a trucker," I said, but turned into the truck stop anyway. We went inside, through the travel store, into the restaurant. I looked all around but Ryan spotted him first.

"Nice call, dad," he said, poking me and nodding to where Travis was sitting with an older guy. We walked over to the booth. Travis saw us and his face blanched, I guessed from embarrassment.

"Travis! Where the hell have you been?" Ryan blurted.

Travis looked away, glancing at the man across from him. I checked him out in a brief sweep of my eyes and drew my own conclusions. Travis was hitching a ride, or the guy was picking him up, I couldn't be sure. Either way, it was no good.

"We missed you, Travis," I said calmly. When he looked around at me, I asked, "What's going on?" After I asked, I looked at the guy, directing my question to him as well.

"He was wanting a ride," the man said. "Hey, are you his dad?"

"You could say that," I replied.

"Hey, he approached me," the man said, holding his hands up defensively.

"Come on, Travis," I said. I didn't feel the need to confront the trucker; I had the feeling he was only helping the boy out. Travis hesitated but when Ryan put his hand on his shoulder, he slid out of the booth. Ryan put his arm across his shoulder. Travis looked at the man and thanked him.

"Hey, no problem. I hope you get everything worked out," the man said. He looked at me again. "Hey, there was nothing funny going on. He wanted a ride, that's all."

"I believe you," I said.

Outside, Ryan asked him, "How come you took off like that in the middle of the night? Where were you going? And just before Christmas..."

"I...I thought you guys should have Christmas to yourselves," he said meekly, hanging his head.

"Why would you think that, Travis?" I asked him calmly.

"You're...you're family. You're Ryan's dad, he's your son."

"And you are...?" I asked.

"I'm just...hell, nobody," he blurted as he turned and walked faster to the truck.

Ryan rushed after him, grabbed his shoulder and turned him around, rather roughly. He sort of cowered, as if he thought Ryan might hit him, and in that moment I felt a new surge of hatred for his father.

"Listen to me," Ryan said, holding him by both his shoulders. "You're not a nobody. You're my best friend, for chrissakes! You've been like a brother to me for so long I don't know if I could feel any more for a real brother if I had one. When my dad said you could stay with us he didn't mean, oh, except for holidays. You're as much a part of this family as I am." He stopped suddenly, before he choked up.

Ryan glanced at me with a questioning look, wanting help. I approached them; I put one hand on Travis' shoulder, in a tight grip that let him know I meant business, like a father. In that moment, I wasn't Mr. Hill any longer; I was his father.

"Young man, I don't want to ever hear you talk like that again," I said firmly. "You are a part of this family whether you like it or not. But this is partly my fault; I guess I failed to tell you the ground rules. So here's what you can expect from now on. I'm gonna want to know where you are at all times, and who you're with and what you're doing, just like Ryan. You account for yourself, to me, just like Ryan does. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir," he said meekly, swiping at his eyes with the back of his hand.

"You don't have to call him sir," Ryan said, laughing.

"I've heard you call him sir, and you're his own son," Travis said.

"Yeah, I call him sir when he'd mad, but that....."

I held up a silencing hand. "I don't want to hear that again either," I said gruffly. "I don't want to hear that Ryan's my real son and you're what, a boarder? You tell me, Travis, what am I to you?" The way I asked sternly, letting him know by my tone that the question demanded and answer.

"I...I...I want to...to think of you...as my...my dad, except....."

"Except what?" I asked.

"Except I've got a dad and....and you're Ryan's dad....I know you said you didn't want to hear that again, but that doesn't change anything, and I'm not going to try to be something I'm not. It's not fair to Ryan."

Ryan gasped, "Not fair!? What's not fair!?"

"Look, Travis, you're not taking Ryan's place. What if I had two sons, or three? One doesn't take the other's place. A father is capable of loving more than one son."

"Yeah, let's just make it two sons, okay?" Ryan put in jokingly. But Travis didn't see the humor. He was about to burst into tears.

"Some men aren't capable of loving even one son," he said. He looked at me and I could see the tears glistening in his eyes. "My dad never said it....never told me....that he loved me...not once in my whole life."

"Well, I'm saying it....if it means anything. I love you, Travis."

He puckered up and the dam burst. I reached out and drew him into my arms just as he started sobbing. Ryan stepped up and put his arm around him too. We must have been a sight, standing there in the shadows of the parking lot all wrapped around each other, the boy sobbing and Ryan breaking down too, but I didn't much care. The trucker that Travis had been sitting with came out and gave me a `thumbs up'. I nodded.

It was quiet driving back. Travis sat in the middle. Ryan and I both had our arms around him.

"Don't ever do this to me again," I told him.

"I won't," he said.

"Say it like you mean it," I chided him.

"I won't, sir. I guess there won't be any reason to."

"There wasn't any reason this time, dumb-ass," Ryan growled.

Back home we had some hot chocolate before we went up to bed. Again, it was quiet between us and none of us were uncomfortable with it. There was nothing more that needed to be said. The boys went upstairs first while I rinsed out the cups and turned out the lights. I was undressing when Ryan came into my room, naked. I gave him a curious look.

"Dad, Travis....well, he didn't say it, but I know he....he wants to sleep in here, with you...in your bed. I think it would make him feel safe. Would you care?"

"You know I wouldn't care, but you also know that we probably won't get much sleep."

"Yeah, I know...I think he knows that, too. I think that's part of the reason he wants to sleep here."

"Do you have any problem with this, Ryan? Taking him in permanently, as a son; what I said to him out in the parking lot?"

"No. I want that as much as he does." He paused then went on. "And I was talking about more than just Travis sleeping with you..."

"Yes?"

"In all the time that Travis and I have....well, been doing it, I've never done anything in return. But I've been thinking about it...you know, and I think I'm ready to...well, well, Travis has convinced me that it's something pretty intense, getting fucked, so I....I want find out for myself."

I swallowed hard, unsure why he was telling me this unless...No, I couldn't bring myself to even think it. "You're...ready...shouldn't you be telling Travis this?" I asked.

"Travis knows. But I don't think you understand...I want it to be with you the first time. I want you to fuck me. And I don't mind if Travis is with us when it happens. In fact, I think it would be kind of neat, like my brother watching me getting it from our dad."

I nodded, too out of breath to say anything for a moment. My head was spinning as my inhibitions and all trace of social decency crumbled.

"Will you, Dad?" he asked. "If I'm out of line, just tell me and I'll never mention it again."

"All right," I managed finally. "Do you want to go get him?"

"There's one other thing, Dad....he, uh....he would like to call you dad. He didn't say it, but I know he wants to. He's so desperate and hurting to have a real dad in his life, and you're about as real as they come."

"What about me calling him son? Are you going to have a problem with that?"

"Heck no, Travis is like a brother to me anyway. So is it okay if he calls you dad?"

"Yes, I would be honored."

"I don't know if he'll do it right away," Ryan said.

"Whenever he feels comfortable with it," I said.

Ryan left and came back a moment later with Travis; both of them beautifully naked. They came and stood beside the bed, giving me a chance to gaze at their magnificent young bodies.

"You got room for two more?" Ryan asked me.

I was in the middle of the bed and I didn't move. "Sure, climb in," I said as I spread my arms out to welcome them. They climbed in on either side of me, lying on my arms. "I hope you boys didn't come in here expecting to get any sleep," I joked.

"No, I don't want to sleep," Travis said. "I want to thank you for what you did for me tonight; for everything you've done."

"You already did that, by coming back home to us," I said.

"But I want to show you....Dad." It came out quietly but reverberated around the room. "Ryan said it's okay if I call you that."

I smiled and pulled him half onto my body. "Come over here, Son....both of you," I said as I pulled Ryan against me as well. Before I could say anything else, Travis had raised up and leaned down over me and was sucking my cock into his mouth. "Ohhhhhhhh," I moaned softly. "Awww, Son, that feels so good!"

Ryan turned onto his stomach and my hand dragged across hit tight butt. He clenched his muscles and I dug my fingers between his buns.

The End

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Posted: 03/14/08