That Magical Day

It was a beautifully sunny Saturday afternoon in mid-June.  My husband and I were working on our all-over tans as we lounged on the pool deck in the balmy eighty-degree temperatures.  The sun was finally out in full force after playing hide-and-seek the past month thanks to an overabundance of rainy May days.  While we were surrounded by neighbors in the exclusive gated community in which we lived, the nearby residents never complained about the fact we preferred to indulge our sun addiction sans clothes.

We assume they accepted our nude outdoor habits since we made a concerted effort to meet our new neighbors soon after moving in two years ago.  During that first meet and greet with each of them, we shared our passion for sunning and swimming au natural with the two houses to the left, the two houses to the right of ours, and also with the four on the street behind us, basically anybody who could see into our backyard from their second-story windows or yards.  While most of the homes had children in and out all day long during the summers, we were happy to find out that none of our new neighbors had an issue with our preference of enjoying our backyard the way nature intended.

Of course, we promised everyone there would be no late-night wild parties or frisky shenanigans taking place where we could be seen, and they all seemed quite relieved to know that.  Since the day we moved in, all our neighbors had been over several times for various dinner and pool parties.  Once they were convinced we were just your normal and boring twenty-nine and twenty-seven year old married couple, some of the other adults would join us in the occasional skinny-dip and drinks on late summer nights, learning that they, too, enjoyed the freedom.

This particular afternoon, we’d started out laying on our backs and as often happened, I was gazing fondly at the hubs’ body as we soaked up the rays.  Until, that is, my thoughts returned to the magical day we first met some fifteen years ago.  As the memories from that time ran roughshod through my synapses, I soon had to roll over onto my stomach to hide the growing excitement I was beginning to display due to the free-flowing recollections.

It was the middle of July and Dad and I were preparing for a cross-country road trip from Chicago to Portland, Oregon to see his brother, my Uncle Mark.  We hadn’t seen Mark since he’d moved there four years ago, and Dad finally decided that had been way too long for them to be apart, especially considering how close they’d been growing up.  Sure, there had been tons of phone calls, letters back and forth, e-mails and FaceTiming over the years to keep up with each other, but we’d not been in the same room since the day Mark moved to the left coast.

It was now our turn to make the trip west and we were both looking forward to seeing Mark and having some fun, again.  While we were planning the journey, Dad decided we should drive there, mostly because he was too damn cheap to spring the dough for plane tickets and a rental car once we got there.  Sure, Uncle Mark could have picked us up at the airport and I don’t doubt he’d have been more than happy to take us anywhere we wanted to go, but Dad was adamant about us having our own car available so we weren’t putting Mark out unnecessarily.  Apparently, the only logical solution to that problem was to drive ourselves.

Logical to Dad, anyway.  I wasn’t too sure I was really grasping the logic of a 2,000 plus mile drive, but if that’s what the old man wanted to do, I sure couldn’t stop him.  The worst part of the idea for him was the simple fact I couldn’t help with the driving since I had just turned fourteen a couple weeks ago; he was gonna have to do that all by himself.  I’m sure Mom would’ve helped, but that was a highly unlikely option since she’d skedaddled out of our lives before my first birthday.  Neither of us know where the hell she is these days and truth be told, we didn’t even care.  We’d managed to get along just fine without her being around for the last thirteen years and were more than happy to continue doing so.

On the Friday evening before we were to hit the road, I was in my room finishing packing my suitcase when Dad called up the stairs, “Hey, Tye, you wanna come down so I can go over the trip with ya?”

“Yeah, Dad, just a minute!” I yelled back.  I quickly dropped the last two items I wanted to take with me into my case before closing it up and lugging the heavy thing to the top of the stairs.  Leaving it there for Dad to schlep down to the car later, I ambled on down and joined him at the kitchen table where he had maps and all other kinds of papers spread out.

“Hey, bud, you ready to roll?” he asked with a big smile.

“Yep.  Left my suitcase at the top of the stairs so you can grab it when you get yours,” I answered.

“Why didn’t you bring it down yourself?”

“It’s too damn heavy,” I retorted with a smirk.

“That’s what happens when you stuff your Xbox, TV and computer in it,” he laughed.

“I’m leaving all that stuff here, ya goofball,” I chuckled.  “Pretty sure it was the bricks I put in the bottom that did it,” I added with a heavy dose of sarcasm.

“The first smartass doesn’t stand a chance with you, do they, boy?”

“Nope.  Thought you woulda figured that out by now, old man,” I retorted smartly.  Thankfully, Dad and I have the kind of relationship where we’re constantly cracking jokes and bein’ obnoxious to each other, but that’s only one of the many reasons I loved him so much.  I could say just about anything short of the f-word and he’d come right back at me with his own witty retort to try and outdo me.  Every once in a while, he’d win a battle of wits, but I was still coming out on top in the overall war.  “So, what’s the scoop, poop?” I snickered.

“C’mere ya little turd,” he growled.  I inched towards him and soon enough, he grabbed my arm to pull me even closer and as quick as lightning, the old fart had me in a headlock and was grinding his knuckles into my skull in a particularly vicious Dutch rub.  He relented after about fifteen seconds and while ruffling my hair, said, “Have a seat, kiddo.  I thought you might like to know a few more details about the trip before we leave in the morning.”

“All I really need to know is when to be in the car so you don’t leave me at some god-forsaken gas station or shitty rest stop in the middle of nowhere.  You have been known to forget me every now and then, ya know.”

“Only when I’m supposed to pick you up from school and end up getting stuck on the phone for some dumbass reason,” he countered.

“Circumstances don’t much matter when it’s raining or freezing, old man.  You aren’t goin’ senile on me already, are ya?” I asked with a crooked grin plastered on my face.

“Nope, just teachin’ you some of life’s lessons about how things don’t always go the way they’re planned.  Now, can I proceed with the purpose of this little meeting?” he asked with a bit of snark.  After a quick nod from me, he plowed on.  “Thank you.  Look, it’s over 2,100 miles and almost thirty hours drive time to Mark’s place, so we’re gonna spend a couple nights in motels along the way.  I’ve already made reservations in Kearney, Nebraska and Ogden, Utah, so that’s handled.  That’s driving about nine to ten hours a day.  Add more time for gas, food, and pit stops, and we’ll be on the move about twelve hours each day.  I think that’s about all I can handle without worrying about falling asleep at the wheel.”

“You could always let me do some of the driving,” I offered with a laugh.

“Not gonna happen, numbnuts.  I wanna get there in one piece,” he retorted smartly.

“Hey, my nuts aren’t numb, dirtbag!”

“And my bag’s not dirty,” he cracked while sticking his tongue out at me.

“Prove it,” I challenged.

“You first, bucko,” he smirked.  Seeing no reaction forthcoming from me, he added, “Yeah, I thought so, ya chicken.  You always talk a big game but never seem to want to back it up with proof.”

“Don’t see you proving anything at the moment either, old man,” I replied.  Getting back to our little meeting, I asked, “So, how long we gonna stay with Uncle Mark?”

“I figure we’ll be with him for a week or so before we head south.  I’d like to see Crater Lake, San Francisco and Sequoia National Park while we’re in the vicinity.  Then we could stop in Vegas for a few days before coming back home.  How’s all that sound to you?”

“Sounds great, Dad, especially the time with Uncle Mark.  I really miss him ‘cause he’d always make time for me and take me out to fun places like the zoo and Six Flags.”

“Not any more than I do, Tye,” he commented sadly.  “So, you got anything in particular you want to see or do on the trip?” he asked.

“Can’t think of anything right now but if somethin’ cool comes up, you can be sure I’ll let you know.”  I then asked, “So, what the hell am I supposed to do for twelve hours a day besides watch the world go by?”

“You can take a few books to read.  I’m sure we have something on the shelves in my office that would hold your attention.  Or play games on your iPad.  Maybe you’ll want to sleep.  You also have all that crappy music on your phone you can listen to, just make sure you have your earbuds with you so I don’t have to hear it, too.  Not sure I could stand being tortured by that noise for thirty-some hours.”

“Oh, like your music’s any better,” I cracked.

“At least you can call what I listen to music,” Dad joked.

“Okay, we’ve figured out what I’m gonna do for the most part.  What’re you gonna do to keep yourself awake and focused.  You sure don’t wanna get stuck talkin’ to me the whole way out and back, do ya?”

“Would that be so bad?” he asked seriously.  “I’d kinda like to hear more about what you’ve got goin’ on in your life since you rarely want to open up and fill me in.”

“Da-a-a-a-d,” I moaned.  “That ain’t gonna happen.”

“C’mon, buddy.  You bring me up to date on what’s happenin’ with you and I’ll let you know where I am.”

“I already know everything I need to know about you.  You get up, work, fix supper and crash.”

“There’s more to my life than that, Tye, and you know it,” he grumbled unhappily.

“Yeah, I know,” I offered quietly before adding, “but it seems like you don’t really wanna share what’s goin’ on with you very much, so I’d say we’re pretty even on that account.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he agreed sadly.  “Maybe we could change that during our trip.”

“We’ll see,” I muttered, hoping he’d forget the idea altogether because there were some things I was dealin’ with I wasn’t quite ready to tell him since I was unsure how he’d react.  The absolute last thing I wanted to deal with on the trip was being stuck in a car for hours on end with a pissed off dad.

“Well, that’s all I have for now unless you have any questions.”

“Only one, I guess.  Remind me again why we’re driving the whole way instead of flying?”

“We’ve been over that plenty of times before and I’m not going over my reasons again, especially when we’re only ten hours from leaving, so give it up,” he answered.

“Well, it just seems to me that whatever money you might be saving on plane tickets and a rental car is going to be spent on motels and gas instead,” I argued logically, hoping he might suddenly change his mind.  I sincerely doubted I’d be able to sway him, but I can hope, can’t I?  Of course, like he always says, ‘shit in one hand, wish in the other, let’s see which one gets filled first.’

“Maybe,” Dad hedged, “but I think we both need a long trip together so we can reconnect, Tye.  Besides, it seems like you’ve been really distracted and struggling with something lately and this might be a chance for me to help you figure out whatever’s been bugging you.”  Since I looked down to the floor and didn’t respond to that comment, he added, “Why don’t you run through the shower and get your skinny little ass in bed, then.  I’d like to get an early start in the morning, and we won’t be able to do that if you’re up too late.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” I agreed while letting go a huge sigh of relief at dodging a serious bullet.  I left my chair, stepped around the table to give him a hug and while doing so, I whispered in his ear, “Love ya, Dad.”

He responded with, “Love you, too, munchkin,” before patting me on the back as I left him sitting at the table.

On that note, I headed upstairs and into my room.  After stripping off my clothes and dropping them in the hamper, I headed across the hall to the bathroom to get the shower out of the way.  Just as I was padding through the door into the bathroom, dad came up the steps to finish his own packing and let go a wolf whistle on seeing my bare behind.

‘Wheeet-whoooo’ echoed down the hallway before he called out, “Cute butt you got there, boy!”

“You know it, Pops!” I yelled back as I stuck my ass back through the door and gave it a little wiggle.  I soon felt the sharp sting from a quick swat on my exposed behind as he passed by on the way to his room, causing me to jump back into the bathroom.  After turning on the water and waiting for it to warm up, I contemplated Dad’s suggestion of talking about our lives and the more I thought about it, the more I dreaded the possibility of such a chat ever taking place.  I mean, how the hell could I tell him about the thoughts that had been plaguing me the past couple of years without freaking him out? 

With the water finally at a reasonable temperature, I climbed into the tub and diverted the flow to the showerhead while the unwanted thoughts churned their way back to the forefront of my consciousness.  As I turned on the massaging jet to let the water pound my head and neck before cascading down my body, I was again scared silly of the idea of talking openly about what I’d been struggling to deal with on my own. 

Sure, I’ll have to come clean with the old man at some point, but just how the hell are you supposed to tell your dad that your deepest, darkest and sickest secret was how much you liked to look at his naked form as he walked from his bedroom to the bathroom and back.  I also loved the fact that he shaved his face every morning before getting dressed and I could carefully gaze at his naked reflection in the mirror while I was taking my morning piss.

And not just his body in general, but his crotch specifically.  I shuddered with dread thinking about him discovering just how truly twisted and perverted I was.  Despite that nagging fear, I was happy we were so relaxed with each other at home that neither of us really bothered with robes or even underwear much, if for no other reason than being able to see the old man naked on a regular basis.  I can’t really say when we’d started being so comfortable around each other, but I’m sure it was sometime well after the wicked witch had hopped on her broom and flown away to parts unknown.  I guess my first real memories of us being naked together are from when I was about four or five and Dad had to help me with my bath to make sure I got clean and didn’t drown in the process.

While he’d usually stay outside the tub as he made sure I was squeaky clean from head to toe, I clearly remember he was always naked since like all kids at that age, I really had fun splashing around and making a complete mess of the bathroom.  After my bath was done, he’d dry me off, carry me to my room, then help me pull on a clean pair of underoos and get me into bed before going back and taking his own shower.  Sometimes, he’d kill two birds with one stone and join me in the tub, but that didn’t happen very often.

Especially after I started getting taller and it became difficult for the two of us to fit in the tub at the same time.  Once that happened, he’d put down the lid on the toilet and sit there while still keeping an eye on me and we’d talk about how our days had gone while I splashed about.  Even when he wasn’t really helping me out any longer, he was always naked since he’d take his shower as soon as I was done with my bath and in bed.  When it was time for me to graduate from having a bath to taking a shower, he joined me in the tub again for a week or two to make sure I knew how to properly wash and rinse myself without slipping, falling and cracking my skull open on the tub or glass panels.

I guess it was about the time I was seven, maybe seven and a half, when I had a really bad nightmare that scared the bejesus out of me.  I jerked awake shivering in fear, ran to Dad’s room and begged him to let me spend the rest of the night with him.  He was hesitant at first, but finally relented to my incessant caterwauling.  He lifted the covers up just far enough for me to crawl in and I was shocked to find him naked.  Until that moment, I just assumed he wore underwear to bed like I did. 

Well, I did the only thing that made sense to my young mind in the middle of the night, I peeled my underoos over my butt, let them drop to the floor and crawled naked into bed with the old man.  I still fondly remember how he wrapped his strong arms around me and pulled me back into his toasty warm body.  I’d never felt as safe and comfortable as I did that night with him holding me tightly and we both fell back to sleep easily.

That was also the night I decided if he didn’t wear underwear to bed, then by god, I wasn’t going to, either.  I never understood why he was so surprised when I suddenly started sleeping naked, but he can’t blame anyone but himself for that.  I loved my dad and was trying to be just like him (still do, as a matter of fact).  Somehow, my brain never put together the fact of him being naked during his morning shave also meant he slept the same way, but it sure made complete sense to me after my discovery that night.

I never had a problem with the relaxed atmosphere we enjoyed and in fact, I actually loved it and had for as long as I can remember.  See, thanks to some weird kink in my brain, I absolutely loved seeing Dad when he’s not wearing clothes.  That kink is probably one of the reasons why I didn’t have a problem being naked, either, assuming the more I was like that, the more he would be, too.  And it seemed to work quite well.  Of course, I always tried to be super careful when I’d be looking at his crotch as I sure as hell didn’t want him catching me doing it and thinking I was a pervert of some kind.  I also had the feeling that the old man liked looking at me, too, but I could never be sure about that without flat-out asking him and there was no way in hell I was ever gonna do that.

Sadly, all the freedom and comfort I’d enjoyed the past nine or so years changed for me fairly recently.  What with seeing Dad without clothes so much my entire life and that stupid ‘talk’ he forced me to endure when I was eleven, I knew what was coming long before it actually caught up with me. 

And after finally beginning puberty about a month before my fourteenth birthday, I started concealing the miniscule changes I was starting to see in my body.  I really don’t know why I was doing it since I knew this shit was going to happen at some point and it was all a natural and normal part of growing up, but some odd compulsion kept telling me I wasn’t ready for Dad to see the hair in my armpits or the few that had recently become visible above my dick.

Not that hair growth directly translates to anything else growing, apparently, since I was still hung like a two-year-old.  Well, in all honesty, I suppose I was a little bigger than that, but not by much, dammit.  At least not according to the handy dandy ruler I kept in my desk drawer, anyway.  At this point in my life, I just couldn’t see how or when what little I had between my legs would ever measure up to what the old man was packin’ between his. 

Of course, with him being the only other guy I’d ever seen naked, I didn’t have a clue how either of us measured up to other guys our ages.  If I had to guess, and I most definitely was, I’m pretty damn sure he’ll never let me use the ruler on him, I’d say he was about four and a half to five inches long and maybe an inch and a half around when soft.  I could only imagine how big that thing got when it was hard since I’d never seen it that way.   In my wildest dreams, it was always freakishly monstrous, though.  Frankensteinish, even.

And thinking about dicks and boners, I’d also been getting them (boners, that is) way more than I used to for no reason at all.  Well, I guess there was one reason for some of them; the unwanted pictures of my naked father that formed unbidden in my mind.  And damn it all, there’s another one.  I’d tried like hell to swat those images away to no avail, but they always seemed to resurface at the worst possible moment. 

Fortunately, as part of that traumatizing and embarrassing ‘talk’ we had three years ago, he had the foresight to include some basic information on how to relieve those annoying boners and make them go away, so I’d become quite well-practiced in the art of masturbation.  Mostly to naked visions of him or other boys in my class I thought were cute.  Of course, when I was thinking about my friends and other boys my age, I always assumed they looked much like I did, so in reality, I guess I was jerkin’ off to images of what my own dick would look like on them.

I was just about to start playin’ with mini-me to get him to shrink back to normal size when Dad walked by the open bathroom door and called out, “Hey, brat, save some hot water for me, would ya?”

Startled at almost being caught with my fingers wrapped around my dick, I answered with, “Uh, yeah, sorry, Dad.  Lost track of time.”

“Well, I’m taking the suitcases down to the car and would like to hop in when I come back up, so pick up the pace, please.”

“I’ll be out before you get back, promise.”  Glancing over my shoulder, I watched his misshapen form move on and was very thankful the glass panels I was hiding behind were severely frosted and that my back was to them when he stopped at the door.  Had I been facing either end of the bathtub and not the back of it, he’d surely have seen the hazy shape of my dick sticking straight out from my crotch instead of just my bare ass.  With him gone and not wanting to risk being caught my current state, I quickly jumped out of the shower, grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my waist before darting across the hallway, ducking into my room and closing the door.  Only then, did I peel the towel back off and start drying myself.  Once I wiped off what I felt was sufficient water, I crawled into bed and pulled the sheet over my naked body since I was pretty sure Dad would pop in before climbing in the shower himself.

The old man didn’t disappoint me as he cracked the door open a few minutes later to say goodnight.  Of course, stupid me was lying flat on my back with just a sheet covering up my nakedness.  The bulge in the middle of the sheet caused by my continued excitement was as obvious as an inflamed pimple on the tip of somebody’s nose.  So obvious, in fact, a blind person could have seen it from a block away.  And as if that wasn’t bad enough, Dad decided to actually come into my room to give me a hug.

Adding yet another shock to all the others I’d already had tonight, he’d been to his room and was ready for his shower.  Despite my futile efforts to do otherwise, I couldn’t help but watch his cock sway back and forth like a clock’s pendulum and his balls bounce freely on his thick thighs as he crossed the ten feet to my bed.  God dammit, why is he torturing me like this?  Why don’t you just waterboard me and get it over with you sadistic bastard?  After settling his bare ass on the edge of the bed just inches from my own, I carefully sat up just far enough so he could wrap his arms behind my back and for me to return the gesture.

As he gave me a gentle squeeze and I gave the same back to him, he whispered, “Love ya, kiddo, even if you do leave me taking a cold shower.”

I peeled myself out of his grasp and retorted, “Hey, it was still hot when I got out, so if you get a cold shower, it’s your own damn fault.”  Not thinking clearly due to all the weird vibes and stimulation I was dealing with this evening, l stretched back out and grabbed the sheet to pull it back up over my shoulders so I could go to sleep.  Despite all the movement taking place between us, I still kept my eyes glued to his crotch as I just couldn’t seem to get enough of that delicious looking piece of meat.

Just before he stood up, he looked me in the eyes and softly offered, “Uhm, sorry if I interrupted something, but you might want to go ahead and deal with that or you’re never gonna get to sleep.”

“What’re you talkin’ ‘bout?” I asked in confusion.

“This,” he answered quietly as he laid his right hand on top of my hard-as-nails pecker and lightly massaged the stiff poker.

“DAD!?!?!?  What the hell are you doin’?” I squealed in surprise as I jerked away from him so far I managed to lose the minimal covering I had and was now fully exposed to his wandering gaze.

“Yeah, that,” he giggled as he pointed to my bouncing dick.

The full seriousness of my predicament hit me like a ton of bricks.  I yanked the sheet back up and while trying to roll over to hide what no longer needed to be hidden since he’d already seen it, screamed, “Get outta here, you sicko!”

“See you in a few hours,” he said as he closed the door behind him while still laughing his ass off.

Oh jesus, I’ve never been so friggin’ embarrassed in my entire life than I was at that moment.  I’d just flashed my dad with a full-on boner, the absolute last thing I ever wanted to do.  I truly wanted to crawl under a gigantic boulder and die at that moment.  But the more I thought about what had just happened between the two of us and I replayed the video streaming through my brain, something odd hit me from out of nowhere.  Nobody else would have probably noticed it, but I was obviously well versed on what Dad’s body looked like and I will swear on a stack of bibles as tall as I am of what I barely caught due to the humiliation I was dealing with.

The difference was minor compared to what’s usual for him, but what I’d spotted after he stood up and before he turned around to head for the door was still not normal.  I mean, it was practically in my face and I think, no, I know his dick was at least an inch longer and a bit thicker than it was when he came into my room.  ‘HOLY SHIT!!’ my brain screamed in silent surprise.  My old man had started to get a boner of his own after seeing and feeling mine.  Just what the hell is going on around here and what is he hiding from me?  Suddenly, the conversation I’d been dreading ever since he brought up the brilliant idea of driving to Portland seemed like it might not be so bad after all.  Maybe I’d finally get some truth out of the liar.

With that settled in my mind and feeling more comfortable about myself than I had in quite a while because I was thinking maybe I wasn’t alone in having these sick thoughts, I eased out of bed, silently opened my door and slid smoothly across the hall.  Standing outside the partially closed bathroom door and over the sound of running water, I could hear the distinctive sounds of a guy playin’ with himself, sounds I was intimately familiar with since I’d made them many, many times myself in the same shower.

I chanced a peek through the gap between the door and frame to find my dad stroking his cock as if it was the last thing he was gonna be able to do before dying.  And even though my view was severely out of focus thanks to that damn frosted glass between us, after watching for a minute, I knew exactly what had to be done.  I slithered back across the hall and after securely closing and locking my door, jumped back into bed where I wrapped my fingers around my boner and began taking care of my immediate needs with fanatical devotion. 

And I had to be done before one of two things happened, somehow losing sight of the glorious new images I sincerely hoped were now seared into my gray matter or Dad finishing himself off in the shower and heading to bed.  As humiliated as I’d been when he spied my boner, it would, for sure, be the death of me to be caught red-handed (and red-dicked) actually doing something about it.  Not that he’d have any room to judge me for that since he was the one who told me what to do in the first place and was doing it to himself right now.  But you know how the teenage mind works sometimes, fractured beyond belief.

With everything that had happened in the past hour or so, it didn’t take me very long to take care of business.  And while I was desperately waiting for the time I could finally have a real ejaculation, at this moment, I was kinda happy I didn’t have to worry about cleaning myself up afterwards.  Just before the cork popped off the champagne bottle, I had a flash of memory that shook me to my core.

I was about five and a half and Dad and I were in the tub together.  I was sitting between his legs like usual and he was washing my hair.  As my butt kept slipping around the bottom of the tub, I started to feel something hard sliding against my back.  At first, I thought it was one of my tub toys, but soon realized that despite its seeming stiffness, it was way too soft and pliable to be any of them.  I reached behind me to move it out of the way and when I wrapped my hand around it, I heard an odd moaning sound come from behind me.

Even odder was when I tried to pull whatever I was holding from behind me and Dad yelped in surprise.  Though he was still rinsing the shampoo from my hair and I had a blanket of suds running down my face, I spun around to see what had startled him to the point of barking out loud.  Blinking away the foam covering my eyes, it was then I saw his dick as I’d never seen it before.  It had to be close to eight inches long, three inches around and despite the fact it was standing straight up out of the water like a diver’s snorkel, it was still so smooth and spongy I never wanted to let go of this new and interesting toy.  I don’t know how the hell I ever forgot that happened in the first place but can guaran-damn-tee ya that now that it’s back, I’ll never forget it again.

I also had my second ‘OH SHIT!’ moment of the night when I realized not only had I seen Dad with a hardon before, I actually held that beautiful hunk of flesh in my hot little hand.  That was all it took for those glorious feelings I’d been waiting for to hit me harder than they ever had, causing my toes to curl tightly and turning my back into an oddly misshapen arch of sorts.  I could only hope he was thinking about me and what he’d just seen as he handled his own issues.

Spent and exhausted, I slowly settled back down to the mattress, pulled the sheet up and rolled to my side so I was facing away from the door.  The more I thought about that night eight or nine years ago while trying to go to sleep, it dawned on me that that was the last time he’d climbed in the tub with me during my bathtime.  Just as I was about to start examining the insides of my eyelids, I heard the floorboards squeak as Dad made his way down the hallway to crawl into his own bed.  My last conscious thought before drifting off was, ‘Maybe this trip won’t be so horrible after all.’

Dad woke me up when he started pounding on my door at seven-thirty Saturday morning while yelling, “Tye, you okay!?  Why is your door locked?”

“Whoops, sorry, Dad.  Don’t know how that happened,” I answered sleepily.  “Hang on,” I quickly added so he wouldn’t break the door down.  I practically fell out of bed trying to get up in a hurry and with the brain not in gear quite yet, stumbled across my room to the door without pulling on anything to hide my regular morning problem.  As soon as I unlocked the door, it flew open to reveal a very panicked father.  Before I had a chance to react to his movement, the old man scooped me into his arms and pulled me in tight for the hug to end all hugs.

“Thank God you’re okay,” he breathed in my ear as he squeezed the air out of my lungs.

I coughed heavily and he relaxed his grip just enough for me to catch my breath and croak, “I’m fine, Dad, would you take a freakin’ pill and chill the hell out?”

“Sorry, buddy, you scared the shit out of me.  I don’t think you’ve ever locked your door and I was worried something was seriously wrong.”

“Nothing wrong with me, old man, but I’m really beginning to worry about you,” I retorted with a chuckle.  “Think you can put me down now?” I asked.

“Yeah, sure,” he sighed with relief as he set me back down on the floor and took a couple steps back.  Now that I could actually see all of him and not just the side of his oddly misshapen head, I realized neither of us was dressed yet and we both had the same issue that needed to be dealt with.  He’d obviously noticed our mutual predicament, too, as he suddenly developed a huge smirk across his face and cracked, “Guess you didn’t feel like takin’ care of that last night, huh?”

“Jesus, Dad, what the hell’s gotten into you?” I squawked in disgust as I punched him on the shoulder.

“Well, not that,” he laughed as he pointed a finger down at my crotch.

“Oh, get outta my way, you sicko,” I grumbled as I shoved my way past him so I could get into the bathroom.

I slammed the door behind me and struck my normal position and posture of leaning forward a bit in front of the throne.  As I waited impatiently for mini-me to relax so I could empty my bladder, the events of last night came flooding back to me.  And all those reminders were not helping my immediate problem one damn bit.  I tried to think of anything else and finally settled on how mind-numbingly boring today’s long drive was going to be.  I could feel things finally starting to relax and felt success was only moments away when the door flew open, and the old man strolled right in, hard dick still on full display and swinging side to side with each step he took.

“Shift to one side or the other a little bit, bucko, I need to pee, too, ya know,” he commanded as he stepped over to join me in front of the toilet.  Well, having him right there next to me with his morning wood sticking straight out and practically in my face again, my body seized up and what little progress I’d made towards taking that morning piss disappeared in an instant as the blood flooded back into my dick and had me at full mast again.

“Fine, you go first, and I’ll come back,” I growled in disgust as I stormed back to my room to get dressed.  By the time I was presentable to the public and returned to the bathroom, the weirdo was gone and I could finally pee in peace.  As I stood there thinking about things, I was gobsmacked at how Dad was behaving and couldn’t imagine what had changed recently for him to be going on like he was.  I mean, I’d only seen him with a boner once in fourteen years (that I can remember, anyway) and now it had happened twice in less than twelve hours?  I think I’m finally seeing the guy he really is and I’m not too sure I like it.  Can’t say I truly dislike it either, I suppose.  Guess I’ll have to wait and see how things shake out on the trip before I can make a final decision about that.

I will tell you this, however, we are definitely going to be talking about all this new shit long before the trip is over.  Of course, I’m smart enough to not start that convo while we’re haulin’ ass down the interstate at the eighty-five miles an hour he liked to drive.  If I had any luck at all, I could hold him off until we were settled into the motel in Bumfuk, Egypt tonight.  No, that’s not right, where was it, again?  Oh yeah, Kearney, Nebraska.  Of course, the way my luck was goin’ so far today, I have to admit I wasn’t very hopeful for that reprieve.

After finally being able to take care of business in the bathroom without the whacko standing next to me, I headed downstairs and was waiting for Dad at the kitchen table, swigging a Coke to wake myself up when he came waltzing down the stairs as if he didn’t have a care in the world.  He had the biggest shit-eatin’ grin I’d ever seen filling his ugly mug and also seemed to have a bit of a hitch in his giddy-up I’d never noticed before.  ‘Jesus, who the fuck are you and what the hell have you done with my dad?’ I wondered.  I want that old guy back and for things to get back to normal.  Well, whatever the hell passes for ‘normal’ these days, anyway.

“You ready to boogie, boy?” he asked jauntily.

“Can I finish my drink since I know you won’t let me have it in the car?” I asked with a hint of begging in my voice.

“Yeah, why not?” he answered cheerfully.  “That’ll give me a chance to inject some caffeine into my system, too.”  He got busy with the coffeemaker and soon enough joined me at the table.  “I’m really looking forward to getting away for a few weeks, aren’t you, Tye?” he asked after sucking down a slug of hot java.

“Well, yeah.  Hanging around town all summer would be a complete drag.”

“Sorry about sayin’ no to Stevie comin’ with us, but I didn’t think he’d be very comfortable in the back seat.  You know it’s not really built for kids your size.”

“It’s okay, Dad, his ‘rents are sending him to some stupid summer camp so he couldn’t have come with us anyway.”

“Fair point, but I think you two would have had a good time.”

“Oh, we would have, for sure, but shit happens, right?”

“It sure does,” he agreed.  “And speakin’ of that, anything you wanna talk about ‘fore we scoot on outta here?”

“Nope,” I replied adamantly.  “Ask me again when we get to Bumfuk, though.  I might have changed my mind by then.”

“I hope to God you mean Kearney, dude.  Ain’t no way I’m drivin’ to Egypt today.  Way too hot over there this time of year to even think about it, even with a convertible,” he chuckled.  I let go a little giggle, too, and soon enough, we’d finished our drinks, dropped our mug and glass in the dishwasher and aimed for the garage and the gleaming red chariot that was waiting for us. 

The car was barely two months old, but the thing had been Dad’s dream vehicle for as long as I can remember, and he’d finally scrounged up the money to buy it.  Not that I was complaining a bit about his choice of transportation.  I mean, who in their right mind doesn’t want to be seen in a brand-new Race Red Mustang GT Convertible with all the goodies you can get?  He really wanted to buy the Dark Horse, but reality and sticker shock kicked in and he settled for this one.  He was 100% right about one thing, though.  The back seat in the Beast was not very accommodating for anyone much over four foot tall.  That left my friend Stevie and me out.

And though I was sad Stevie wasn’t going with us, I really wasn’t as upset about it as I should be.  Not this morning, anyway.  While I know we’d have had a lot of fun together, I sure as hell wouldn’t be having any serious discussions with Dad where Stevie could hear.  Maybe once the old man and I sorted out a few things between us, I’ll probably share some of it with my best bud.  Guess that’s all gonna depend on what the old man and I talk about and work out between us.

Once we were comfortably ensconced in the Recaro seats and buckled in, Dad punched the button to open the garage door, fired up the monster and backed out slowly.  While waiting for the door to close, he unlatched the roof and dropped the top.  With the garage door closed and top properly stowed, he eased the car out of the driveway at eight twenty-three AM and aimed for the nearest entrance to Interstate 90 and points west.

About an hour after joining the morning rush, the traffic had thinned out enough for Dad to kick up the speed and set the cruise at his normal eighty-five.  With him being the captain of this low-level flight, I was all too soon bored as hell and cracked out my iPad to play my word game.  Fortunately, like most cars these days, the Mustang has a Wi-Fi hotspot so I could still connect to the internet and continue playing as long as we had cell reception.  Of course, Dad had the second screen in the dash in navigation mode in the hopes we wouldn’t get lost along the way. 

Since all we’d had this morning was a drink, our stomachs were rumbling by ten-thirty and he started looking for a place to grab some grub.  With no food or drink allowed in the car (except for water, of course), it had to be a restaurant where we could go inside and sit at a real table.  Stops like this would add some time to the overall trip, but I suppose that was better than dropping a greasy burger or fries on the still clean as a whistle seats or floor of the car.  God forbid something so horrible should happen to Dad’s new ‘baby’.

Yeah, I was still a little pissed off a flippin’ car had stolen my place in the family, but at the same time, I also understood it.  If this thing was mine, I’d have the same damn rule.  The ‘Stang was the first brand-new car we’ve ever had, and he’d waited four months after ordering for it to be delivered.  So, I don’t really begrudge the old man wanting to preserve it in pristine condition for as long as absolutely possible.  Soon enough, he found a sign advertising a Steak ‘n Shake, so he whipped off the highway, flew up the ramp and after slowing just a bit, hooked a right and pulled into the almost empty parking lot.

“Let’s get some breakfast, bubba, and get back on the road,” he commented as we climbed from the car.

“Works for me, Dad, I’m starvin’,” I agreed.

Forty-five quiet minutes passed while we stuffed our faces with no hint of him trying to start any kind of serious conversation.  I was quite thankful for that since I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to stomach both a burger and the wild explanations of his disturbing behavior he was sure to have at the same time.  Food demolished and bathroom visited, we headed back out into the bright, sunny morning, reclaimed our spots in the ‘Stang and made a quick stop at the gas station next door.   With all three of our gas tanks refilled, it was time to hit the entrance ramp back onto the interstate. 

I was hoping he’d exercise at least a little bit of restraint and self-control on the ramp since I didn’t want to risk losing what I’d just eaten, but I should have known better.  As soon as the nose of the car was pointed in the right direction, he launched the Beast back into the stratosphere, rowing through the gears like a demon.  Dammit, talk about your roller-coaster rides.  We were well over eighty before rejoining the flow of traffic zipping along and the cruise was quickly re-engaged. 

He must have finally gotten disgusted with the silence in the car as he cranked up Bang and Olufsen and all too soon, his music was blasting loud enough to be heard by those poor folks headed east.  Little did they understand just how lucky they were to not be stuck in the same vehicle with me.  To keep my ears from bleeding profusely, I stuffed the EarPods where they belonged and put them to good use with my own music.  We merrily rolled along for a couple more hours before he tapped me on the shoulder, waiting to say anything until I unplugged an ear and could hear him above the music and wind.

“My soda’s about to start leaking all over the seat, bud.  You ready for a stop?” he yelled.

“Any time,” I yelled back.

“Rest stop’s about two miles away so put a clothespin on it.”  I gave a quick nod of acknowledgement before stashing the iPad in the bin on the door and the pods in my shirt pocket.  We sailed off the highway and up the ramp at full tilt boogie when he suddenly realized the ramp was way shorter than he expected.  With a serious stab at the brake pedal and finally putting those Brembos to good use, we were barely below supersonic before he whipped the Beast into a parking spot well away from any other cars.  God forbid somebody should put a ding in his ‘baby’. 

Dad was obviously in more desperate need of the stop than I was as he fairly hustled the twenty-five or so yards across the parking area to where he could take a leak without getting arrested for indecent exposure.  Not that I would think it would be indecent, mind you, since I rather enjoyed seeing him exposed.  Jesus, I really need to stop thinking like that, but I can’t seem to help myself.  That aside, I haven’t seen him move that fast in quite a while and was laughing my ass off as I leisurely strolled across the lot and stretched my legs.

On stepping up to the urinal next to the old fart, I poked my head above the divider between us and joked, “Looks like you needed that clothespin way more than I did, daddy-o.”

“You know it, bud.  My back teeth were havin’ motorboat races,” he laughed.

“TMI, Dad,” I laughed as I finished up.  After tucking mini-me back in my shorts, I left the old man still draining his apparently cantaloupe-sized bladder and headed to the sink to wash my hands, cursing the prudish son-of-a-bitch who’d come up with the idea of those ridiculous dividers between the urinals.  I bet whoever it was had such a puny pecker he just didn’t want anybody being able to see it.  With my hands cleaned and dried, I continued outside to stretch my still stiff legs a little more, calling out, “Meet you at the car.” 

After stopping at the vending machines to snag a Snickers, Coke and a couple bottles of water, I continued across the parking area towards the car, munching the candy bar as quickly as I could.  I dropped the wrapper in a trash can before getting to the car and while waiting for the old man to show up, guzzled the Coke as fast as my gullet could handle it.  When I saw Dad strutting towards me, I tipped the bottle one more time and finished it off before heading back to the nearby trash bin and disposing of it properly.  By the time Dad joined me, I was belted in my seat and the two bottles of water were safely nestled in the cup holders in the console.

While giving me a thumbs up for thinking of water, he settled himself back into the pilot’s seat and fired up the Beast to get the show back on the road.  Eschewing all semblance of being a reasonable driver as usual, once we were pointed more or less the right direction, he jammed the gas pedal to the floor, and we rocketed back onto the interstate.  Thankfully, this ramp was considerably straighter than the last, so it didn’t feel like a damn roller coaster this time around.  I’m pretty sure the cruise was back in action well before we needed to blend into the nearly non-existent traffic.  At the first opportunity, he moved to the left lane and pretty much stayed glued to it until it was time to stop again.  Of course, that was a logical choice since we were likely the fastest moving vehicle within 200 or more miles.

Our mid-afternoon lunch consisted of crappy food at a hole-in-the-wall mom-and-pop type choke ‘n puke in the Middle of Nowhere, Iowa.  Not the town’s real name, obviously, but it should have been.  Again, my meager luck was holding on for dear life and there was no attempt on Dad’s part to strike up a conversation, serious or otherwise.  Our grazing period ended, and we visited the gas station across the road before heading even further west at speeds mere mortals wouldn’t dare maintain, let alone think about.  At the rate we were covering ground, we’d be in Kearney about two hours ahead of schedule.  Ha, take that you lousy airlines.

After another quick stop for gas just west of Omaha around four, we were back on the road in no time at all.  I’ll give the old man credit for one thing, when he plans a trip, he does know how to get from point A to point B while minimizing the hassles of finding food, gas and pit stops.  And finally being in the state where we were spending the night, some of the signs actually had Kearney on them so I could keep track of how much longer we’d be stuck in the car. 

While I loved riding around with the top down, doing so at ridiculously high speeds for ten or more hours a day can really wear a person down.  If either of us still have any hair on our heads after pulling into the motel tonight, I’ll be nicely surprised.  I’d managed to keep myself occupied with my word game, music and a book I downloaded on the iPad before leaving home.  I didn’t usually go for this type of book, but Dad suggested it and I thought I’d give it a go.  Turns out, I was really enjoying the way Dan Brown writes and had gotten drawn into ‘The DaVinci Code’ pretty easily.  Assuming I’ll finish this one by the time we get to Uncle Mark’s, I was glad I’d decided to get ‘Angels & Demons’, too, so I’d have something to read on the trip back home.

Way sooner than I expected, Dad was slowing down to pull off into Kearney and start hunting for the AmericInn where we’re spending the night.  It wasn’t very far off the interstate and check-in was a breeze.  With me taking control of the keycards, Dad grabbed our suitcases and we stepped into the elevator for a short trip up to the third floor.  Once in the room, he dropped my suitcase on one bed and his on the other one.  With our spaces for the night staked out, it was time to venture back out for a bit and see what this place had to offer.

“Hey, Dad, I’m gonna wander around for a bit, that okay with you?” I asked.

“Yeah, Tye, go ahead.  I’d wouldn’t mind takin’ a walk, too, but I’m wiped and need a bit of a lie down, so I’m just gonna hang out here ‘til we go get supper.  Make sure you take a keycard with you, though.”

“Will do,” I replied as I slipped one into my pocket and quietly eased into the hallway to start my exploration of this new and unfamiliar territory.  I soon found the ice and vending machines at the end of the hallway and then took the stairs back down to the first floor.  I wandered down the long door-filled hallway, back through the lobby and to the other end of the building where I found the pool and a hot tub.  Surprisingly, the space was empty, but I now knew where I was going to spend my evening after we’d eaten.

I ambled slowly back to the lobby and sat in front of the fireplace for a bit before deciding to head back up to the room and check on the old man.  While the whole place was spotlessly clean and quiet, I sure didn’t want to spend any more time here than we had to.  I was champing at the bit to get to Portland and see Uncle Mark.  After reaching our room, I carded the lock and quietly opened the door.  While I hoped Dad was still conscious, if by some odd chance he wasn’t, I didn’t want to bother him.

I closed the door as silently as possible, then turned into the room to find Dad sacked out on his bed and snoring lightly.  Of course, I wasn’t a bit surprised to see he was as naked as the day he was born since that’s how he always slept.  However, lying on top of the covers instead of under them was a new development, a very welcome one to me, for sure.  He must be really tired to have crashed so quickly he didn’t bother to cover up, I surmised. 

Though I regularly got to see him naked going to and from the bathroom and while shaving in the morning, those short glances were never enough for my hungry eyes.  And despite being sorely tempted to do so many times over the years, I’d never snuck into his bedroom when he was asleep to get that closeup gander I was desperately pining for.  I just knew he’d be asking all kinds of questions I wasn’t ready to answer if he suddenly woke up and found my face hovering only an inch above his crotch.  I also never grabbed his junk while he was shaving since I didn’t want to risk him tearing into his jugular with the razor.  But being one who rarely passes up an opportunity like this, I sat on the edge of my bed and gazed longingly at him spread out in all his glory.

After a few minutes of just watching him doze, I slipped a hand in my shorts and began to mindlessly finger the boner that had popped up and was hiding behind two layers of flimsy fabric.  All too soon, I couldn’t take it any longer and shucked my shorts and underwear to the floor so I could take care of business properly.  Really, what kind of fuckin’ idiot jerks off while they’re still wearin’ clothes?  Oh, right, dumbasses like me.  After settling back onto my bed, I began to stroke myself in earnest.

I was shocked when I suddenly noticed his cock seemed to be growing right before my eyes.  Shocked but delighted, nonetheless.  Even though there was only three feet of space between the beds, I knew I had to get closer for a better view of this development, so I slid off mine and carefully stepped right next to his, making sure I didn’t bump the mattress and wake him up.  I stared at his crotch with its neatly trimmed bush and smooth sack, and reveled in the fact his dick was, indeed, getting longer and fatter with every passing second.  And the bigger he got, the harder and faster I stroked my own pecker.

When the monster finally decided it wasn’t going to be happy just lying between his meaty thighs, the damn thing suddenly flipped up and over to land on his gut with a light slap where the growth continued.  I don’t know what the hell kind of dream he was having at the moment, but I secretly hoped it would last forever.  I was sorely tempted to run a finger from the bottom of his sack to the tip of his dick just to see what would happen, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.  Drawing closer and closer to the end of tonight’s wank, I almost died when I felt a hand on my bare ass and heard him quietly ask, “You like what you see, Tye?”  I had been so focused on his steely hard cock, I’d completely missed his hand moving behind me to cup my cheeks.

“DAD!!!!” I screamed in horror while trying to stave off the massive heart attack I knew was gonna take me any second.  I stumbled backward before hitting my bed and falling onto it, immediately rolling onto my belly in a weak attempt to hide my throbbing boner.  As soon as my face hit the covers, I started sobbing my eyes out because I knew I’d just spilled my big dark secret and it was out in the wild now.  And by extension, I guess I am, too.  There was no way the old man didn’t know I was one of those sick fuckin’ queers the kids in school were always bitchin’ about.  Within seconds, I felt his hand on my back as he gently sat next to me.

“Son, it’s okay,” he whispered.

“No, it’s not!” I howled into the covers.

“Buddy, roll over, please.  I can’t understand a word you’re sayin’,” he replied softly.

I turned only my head so I was sure he’d be able to understand me and bellowed, “NO!  It’s not okay, Dad!”

“Sure, it is, Tye.  What makes you think otherwise,” he prodded with complete sincerity.

“Because now you know I’m one of those disgusting faggots everybody hates and I bet you’re gonna kick my perverted ass to the curb,” I cried.

“Listen up, kiddo,” he started with some steel in his voice.  “First of all, you are not a faggot, you’re simply gay.  Second, I’d never disown you for any damn reason.  I love you way too much, son.  And third, I’ve suspected you were gay for a long time.  Obviously, a lot longer than you’ve known the truth about yourself.”

“Wait, what!?  How!?” I squeaked as I sat back up with tears streaming down my face.  I was so stunned about him knowing about me that I didn’t even think to hide my dick and it was in plain view for the whole fucking world to see right now.  Of course, mini-me had immediately shrunk to its regular miniscule size thanks to the overload of embarrassment I was dealing with, so truth be told, there really wasn’t much to see at the moment.

“Guess it’s time for me to finally come clean with you about a few things, huh?” he commented somberly.  Getting nothing from me but more tears and a seriously befuddled look, he continued.  “Tye, I’m gay, too,” he began quietly.  That was the last thing I was expecting to hear tonight, and my jaw dropped in surprise with his simple statement.  He continued with, “It’s why your mom left, she decided she didn’t want to be married to a queer after I had a breakdown and told her the truth about who I am.  I never blamed her for taking off because I completely understood how she felt. 

“And I’ve been like 95% sure you’re gay since you were eight.  The one thing you’ve done for years and always tried to hide from me but never could was your fascination with my dick.  Not that I blame you for that since it is a damn good-lookin’ hunk of manhood, if I do say so myself.  Especially when it’s hard as a rock.”

“HOLY SHIT!” I screamed.  “Is that why you’ve been acting so fuckin’ weird?”

“I suppose so.  Look, Tye, you’re growin’ up and I’ve felt you struggling with things.  I’ve been through the same issues, and I was trying to give you the time you needed to come to terms with your truth and tell me what’s up when you were ready.  However, after seeing how poorly you’ve been dealing with it the last couple of years, I decided it was time for me to give you a little push in the right direction.  That’s one of the main reasons for this trip, to help you discover who you really are with the guidance and support from a couple of gay guys who love you unconditionally.”

“So, all the weird shit last night and this morning with you feelin’ me up and parading around with a boner was a freakin’ setup?” I shouted incredulously.

“I suppose you could call it that,” he acquiesced.

“And what about just now?  Were you awake when I came back in the room?”

“Guilty as charged, Tye,” he smirked.

“What the hell did you think was gonna happen?”

“Honestly, son, I didn’t have a clue what you’d do.  I’d kinda planned for us to just talk about things when we got here, but when you said you were gonna take a walk, you forced me to switch gears and I came up with what I thought was a better idea.  That was the whole stretching out on the bed naked and seeing what you did when you got back.  Maybe the idea wasn’t as good as I thought.  But besides all that, the dad part of me thought you’d probably turn around to get the hell out of Dodge as fast as you could after everything that’s happened between us last night and this morning. 

“The gay side of me was hoping you’d do exactly what you did, take the chance to finally get a really good look at my cock.  I mean, it’s one thing for you to be sneaking peeks of me at home, but to be given free rein to gawk as much as you wanted while I was sleeping, well, that was a chance I assumed you wouldn’t pass up.  I know you’ve been dying to see it up close and personal for a long, long time and I was more than willing to give you that, especially if it helps you accept the fact you’re gay.

“What I sure as hell didn’t expect, though, was for you to drop your shorts and start masturbating right here.  I figured once you’d satisfied your insatiable curiosity about me, you’d at least go into the bathroom to deal with it since that’s what you usually do at home.  But once I saw you jerking off, I couldn’t help myself and started to get hard.  And it took a shit-ton of will power, but I almost had it under control.  Then you shocked the hell outta me when you stepped over and stood right next to me, jerkin’ yourself like tomorrow wasn’t gonna come.  Once you were that close and seriously goin’ for it, it was game over for me.

“I completely lost what minimal restraint I had left and popped full wood.  For a moment there, it looked like you might actually reach over and start jerkin’ me off, too, but I guess you were too busy taking care of yourself to think about your partner.  That’s when I grabbed your ass and let you know I was awake.”

“Well, you damn near scared the ever-lovin’ shit outta me,” I sniffled as the tears had finally stopped flowing and I was getting myself under control again.  “You should be happy we don’t have to pay a carpet cleaning bill from me droppin’ a huge turd on the floor when you grabbed me,” I snickered now that I knew the score between us.

“Believe me, kiddo, I’m ecstatic I don’t have to deal with that mess, either, especially since some of it would have undoubtedly landed in my hand,” he joked.  The visual that formed in my mind after that comment caused me to crack up with laughter and the old man did, too.  Once we’d calmed back down and had our senses back with us, I began asking a few of the many questions I’d been pondering for a while, anxious to hear what the old man had to say.

“So, you don’t have a problem with me likin’ dudes and their dicks?”

“Why would I since I do, too?” he asked back.

“Okay, cool.  What’s gonna happen when I find myself a boyfriend?”

“Son, as long as you’re happy with whoever you fall in love with and you make that person happy, too, we’ll be just fine.”

“Excellent,” I responded quietly.  “Just a minute ago, you said ‘two gay guys who love me’.  You obviously gotta be one of them, who’s the second?”

“Mark, of course,” he replied as if the answer should have been obvious to me.

“Wait a goddam minute,” I squeaked in surprise.  “Uncle Mark’s gay, too?”

“Yep,” he answered matter-of-factly.

“When did you find out about that,” I pushed.

“I think we figured it out when he was thirteen and I was twelve.  We were both horny little bastards, constantly jerkin’ off, and he caught me doin’ it one day after school.  I was scared to death he was gonna tell Mom and Dad, and I told him I’d do anything if he’d keep his mouth shut.  Well, his great idea in the moment was to strip down, climb in bed with me and we ended up jerkin’ each other off that day.  And believe me, it turned out to be the greatest idea he’d ever come up with.  We slowly graduated from just jerkin’ each other to blow jobs and eventually, real sex.”

“Uhm, what do you mean by ‘real sex’?” I asked curiously, using finger quotes when I said the real sex part.

“Well, you know how sex between a man and woman works, right?”  After a quick nod from me, he added, “Well, when two guys have sex, just where do you think the dick goes since we only have one hole down there?”

“HOLY SHIT!” I bleated.  “You and Uncle Mark were really fuckin’ each other in the ass?” I asked with some disgust since I always thought it was dirty and gross back there.

“How the hell else you think two dudes can do it, Tye?” he asked seriously.

“Guess I never really gave it that much thought,” I answered.  “But now that I do think about it, it makes perfect sense, I guess.  Not like you’re gonna let some dude jam his dick in your ear, are ya?” I giggled.

Dad let go with a huge laugh and retorted, “Uh, no, that wouldn’t work out well at all.”

“Next thing I wanna know about is something that happened between us around the time I was five,” I prefaced my next inquiry.  I saw a worried look across his face, but I plowed on before he could stop me.  “We were in the bathtub together one night and you got a boner while you were washin’ my hair.  I’m pretty sure I grabbed it, but you peeled my hand away and ended the bath right after.  First, why’d you get the boner and second, why’d you stop me?  It sounded like you enjoyed me touchin’ you.”  He immediately flushed red from his head to his toes and I worried he wasn’t gonna answer.  I waited about half a minute or so before he finally regained his composure and started to reply.

“Dammit, I thought you’d forgotten all about that,” he grumbled in dejection.

“I pretty much had, Dad, but it popped in my head last night after everything else that had happened, so my memory about it might be a little fuzzy.”

“Are you sure you wanna hear this?” he asked with serious concern.  “Once I tell you the truth of that night, you may hate me.”  I nodded for him to go on.  “Fine, all I ask is you let me tell you the whole thing before you judge me.  Before I start, though, I need to make sure you know I love you with all my heart.  Always have and always will.”  Again, I simply nodded so he’d get on with it.

“Well, it wasn’t until well after your mom split and I was raising you on my own that I came to realize that while I’m gay, I’m not really attracted to guys my own age.  I like them younger.  And not just a little younger, either, but much younger.  You gettin’ my drift, Tye?” he asked.  I was so stunned at that bit of news, my jaw dropped again.  “I’d been doing really well keeping my feelings under control until the night you mentioned. 

“For some reason that night, you just couldn’t sit in one place and every damn time you pushed yourself back into me, you were rubbing against me.  And not just my crotch, but all the way up my belly and chest to my chin.  Something snapped in my mind and suddenly, all I could think about was how good it felt for us to be so close and almost intimate with each other.

“Before I fully realized I’d gotten a hardon, you were snaking your hand between us and grabbed it.  In all my life, I’d never felt anything that turned me on as much as your hot little fingers wrapped tightly around my cock.  And since I swore to myself after your mom left that I would never hurt you for any reason, I knew I had to get the hell out of that bathtub as fast as humanly possible.

“So, I got out, knelt beside the tub to hide the dirty minded thing between my legs, finished rinsing your hair and put you to bed faster than I ever thought possible.  Once you were down for the count, I crawled into my own bed and cranked out the biggest load of my life.  And since I knew I couldn’t let myself get that carried away with you again, I never got in the tub with you after that night.”

“Ya know, I always wondered what had suddenly changed that you wouldn’t climb in with me anymore.  Now I know.”

“It was my dirty mind telling me to do things to and with you that I knew I shouldn’t be, son.  Oh, I wanted to, believe me, but I wasn’t going to have the guilt of abusing you on my conscience for the rest of my life.”

“But you still walked around naked and let me do it, too, and never said a damn word about any of it,” I argued.

“Well, I wasn’t gonna touch you the way I truly wanted to, and I wasn’t going to have you touching me that way, either.  But I still liked to look at you just as you liked looking at me, so yeah, we’d go from room to room naked so we could both see something we enjoyed seeing.  You don’t know it, kiddo, but almost every night after you went to bed, I was takin’ care of business in the shower to the images of you I’d stored away for future use.”

“Well, that explains a whole helluva lot that’s confused the shit outta me for about the last nine or so years, Dad.  Thanks for telling me the truth.  And just so you don’t worry about it, I don’t hate you.  In fact, I love you even more now than I did an hour ago, knowing you trust me to keep all this between just the two of us.”

“I’m glad to hear you say that, son,” he replied before grabbing my hands in his, looking straight into my eyes and adding, “Love and trust go hand in hand, Tye.”  After a short pause, he asked, “Any other questions, kiddo?”

“Since you asked, yeah.  Seeing as we’re finally being so open and honest with each other, I’ve got another one I have to know the answer to.”  After receiving a quick nod from him to continue, I popped the big one on him, “What, exactly, would you have done if I had grabbed your cock and started jerkin’ you off just now?”

A huge smile formed on his ugly mug, and he replied with, “I would have laid back and savored every goddam second of it, boy.  Of course, I’d have also opened my eyes so I could watch you do it.”

“No shit?” I asked with delight.

“No shit, Tye,” he answered sincerely.

I crawled into his lap facing him and wrapped him in a hug before pushing him flat on his back, his legs dangling off the side of the bed.  After planting a sweet and soft kiss on his lips, I sat straight up while straddling his waist and rocked back and forth on his pelvis.  My pecker was hard again, pointing straight up to the ceiling and bouncing freely to the same rhythm as my heart.  It was my turn to look deeply into his eyes and say, “After everything you’ve just told me, I’ve come up with a few more questions you need to answer, old man.  And you better not lie to me if you know what’s good for ya.”  He looked nervous as hell but still gave me a miniscule nod of agreement.

“You said something else a couple minutes ago that sounded very interesting and I need to make sure I understand exactly what you meant,” I began.  A look of abject fear flooded his face but before he could stop me, I added, “You mentioned something about me being too busy to take care of my partner.  I can only assume you were talking about yourself, right?”  He took a humongous gulp and his eyes opened wide, but he said nothing because I think he was too stunned with my query to be able to formulate an articulate response. 

Plowing on, I added, “Well, it’s my thinking that if someone is your partner, and especially a willing one, then whatever happens between the two of them can’t really be called abuse, right?”  It was at that moment I felt his cock spring up and lightly slap me in the back.  I slid back just a bit more so that monster nestled smoothly in my crack, and I reveled in feeling it where it belonged.  He hesitated only a split-second before giving me another almost imperceptible nod even though I already knew how he felt and didn’t really need a verbal answer to the rhetorical question.

“So, if I slip my tongue between your lips while giving you a kiss, you’re not going to just push it back out, correct?” I goaded him.  His immediate response was an emphatic negative shake of his noggin.  With his approval, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his before enjoying my first ever French kiss with my dad.

Ending the kiss and sitting back up, I asked, “And if I wrap my hand around your cock and start stroking it like this, you won’t peel my hand away and make me stop like you did nine years ago?” I asked as I did exactly what I’d said.

As soon as my fingers closed around his shaft, his eyes rolled up into his skull and he managed to croak out, “Fucking hell, son.  Absolutely not.” 

I let go of his steely meat, slowly slid up his body so I was sitting on his chest with the tip of my dick only an inch below his chin.  “What’s gonna happen if I tell you I need somebody to suck my dick?”  He answered that one by picking his head up and drawing all three and half inches of mini-me into his warm wet mouth.  Then, to properly punctuate his answer, he swirled his tongue around the head a few times.  It was my turn for my eyes to roll back in my head so far, I could have seen out the back of my skull if my brain wasn’t in the way.

After he let me slip from his mouth, I slid back down his body to my previous position.  Of course, when I’d moved forward, his heavy cock had dropped and landed on his belly so as I reversed directions, I leaned forward and put a hand on the mattress on each side of his shoulders.  In this position, the head of his cock slipped through my crack and grazed my hole which had me quivering with delight.  Sliding even further down his body, his hardness smashed into my balls before gliding up the full length of my dick.  I began a light rocking motion with my hips, grinding my little pecker into his monstrous cock, making us both feel things we’d only dreamed were possible in our wildest fantasies.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, boy,” he moaned happily.  “I’ve waited fourteen fuckin’ years to feel your cock on mine.”

I stopped my rocking and sat back up, his cock filling my rear cleft from stem to stern.  I then leaned back just a little and cupped his balls with my right hand while asking, “What are ya gonna do if I say I wanna massage your hefty balls while I suck on your cock?”

“Say ‘pretty please, son’,” he groaned in pleasure as I gave his sack a light squeeze.  Of course, that move got him to spread his legs even wider which allowed me to go for broke.

“And if I tell you I’m gonna stick my hard dick up your ass and fuck you silly, what’re you gonna do then?” I asked as I slid my hand even further down and started using my fingers to toy with his hole. 

“Oh fuck,” he grunted in delight before adding, “I’m gonna ask if you want me on my belly, side or back.”

“And you’ll assume whatever position I dictate, right?”

“In a fucking heartbeat, bubba,” he muttered numbly while grinning evilly at me.

“Sounds like we’re on the same page here, pops.  One last thing for you to answer before this goes any further.”  He sighed a little bit with what sounded like dejection, but I was pretty damn sure I had the bull by the horn and he’d do just about anything I wanted, if for no other reason than to finally be able to have me the way he’s really wanted for the last fourteen fuckin’ years.  Of course, that means I finally get to have my way with him, too, so it’s pretty much a win-win scenario for both of us.

“Let’s say you and me are having some serious fun one night and I say I want you to fuck me.  What happens?”  Oh shit, there’s that look of fear again.  Did I go too far?  Guess I should have stopped while I was ahead.

There wasn’t any hemming and hawing around this time and his answer was as clear as a crystal bell.  “Son, I love you and can’t wait for us to take that step, but it will only happen after we’ve had some time to properly prepare you.  But I promise you right now, it will happen.”

If I’d ever thought Dad didn’t love me, he just proved beyond the shadow of a doubt he truly did.  As big as his cock is, I know it would hurt like a motherfucker to have it stretching my hole to accommodate it and him saying he’d only fuck me once I could handle it was the icing on the cake.

Looking back into his eyes, I whispered, “Love you, Dad.”

“I love you more, son.”

I laid back down on top of him and while grinding my boner into his, slipped my tongue back into his mouth.  After finally untangling our tongues and letting them retreat to where they belonged a minute later, I let my head settle onto his shoulder and wrapped my arms around his chest and sides.  Dad did the same to me, but he could actually hold his hands together in the small of my back since I was so much smaller than he was.

We just laid like that for a while, enjoying the closeness and allowing ourselves to truly become a single entity.  It could have been five minutes or fifty-five minutes later when something hit me out of the blue.  Pulling my arms from around him and lifting myself back up so I could stare into his eyes again, I said, “I just realized something, old man.”

“And what’s that, young man?” he asked blissfully.  “That you want us to stay like this until the end of time?”

“Nope, nothin’ like that,” I giggled before adding, “I’m fuckin’ hungry.”  He immediately pulled his arms from around my back, grabbed me around the waist and tossed me aside like a useless piece of flotsam.

“That’s all you can think about right now?” he grumbled grumpily.

“Well, not all,” I cooed lightly, reaching over and giving his still rampant rod a few light strokes.  “But yeah, I think we should grab a bite to eat before it gets too late and everything closes.”  I watched him closely as he thought about it for a moment, waiting patiently to see if he’d agree with my logic.

“Guess you’ve got a fair point there, kiddo.  It’s almost seven and I feel the rumbles startin’, too.  Get your shorts back on and we’ll scoot out to see what we can find.”  On that note, he crawled off my bed and started getting dressed.  Following his orders, I pulled my shorts on while leaving the dirty boxer briefs on the floor.  “Really, dude?” he asked painfully when he faced me and spied the useless lump of fabric where I’d dropped it.

“What?” I asked innocently.

“You really think I’m gonna be able to eat knowing you’re sitting across the table from me with no underwear?”

“What say we find out?” I snickered.  “I may give up underwear completely,” I added with a hearty laugh.

“You do that and I may not be able to keep my hands to myself ever again.”

“Promises, promises, ya old fart.  C’mon, let’s get outta here,” I commanded as I grabbed his hand and started dragging him towards the door.  He ground our minimal progress to a sudden halt when he planted his feet in one place and refused to budge.  I looked up to him and asked, “What now?”

“Well, let’s see how you deal with it,” he answered as he dropped his shorts, peeled off his undies and pulled the shorts back in place.

“Guess we’re gonna find out who’s teasin’ who, huh,” I muttered gleefully as I latched onto his hand and got us moving the right direction, again.

With no other choice but to follow along, he dutifully matched me stride for stride.  After stepping into the hallway and making sure the door locked behind us, he draped an arm over my shoulder and I wrapped one of mine around his waist as we aimed for the elevator.  We stayed joined at the hip for the ride to the first floor and all the way out to the car, both of us grinning madly at each other.  While such attachment was new to both of us, we seemed to be adjusting to this new stage in our relationship quite easily.  Way easier than I’d ever thought would’ve been possible.

We headed into Kearney and soon found a Smokey Bones with an almost empty parking lot.  Since both of us liked good barbeque and with the seeming promise of being able to get quick service, he turned in and picked a spot in the farthest corner of the lot.  No chance of the baby getting dinged or dented out here, I thought as we strolled towards the front door, hand in hand.  Once settled into a booth away from other diners, I quickly realized the tablecloth hung low enough to keep our lower extremities out of view, giving me an extremely wicked, risky and funny idea.

As soon as our server, who according to his name badge goes by John, walked away to turn our orders into the kitchen, I leaned back as far as I could while stretching my feet across the booth.  I was barely able to get my heel on the edge of Dad’s seat between his legs, but once I tipped my toes further forward, I could easily feel his soft cock through the flimsy material of his loose-fitting shorts.  The old man’s eyes shot wide open in shock at the unexpected contact and despite his lame attempts to control himself, I could feel the monster steadily growing under my sadistic manipulations.  The whole time I was toying with him, I was grinning maniacally.

Yeah, I was being a mean little bastard, but after the dirty little trick he pulled to unceremoniously yank me out of my comfortable place deep in the corner of the closet, he freakin’ deserved it.  Seeing Alex coming toward us with our drinks, he reached under the table and dislodged my foot from his crotch before sitting up straight and leaning forward, both elbows planted firmly on the table.  No doubt, he assumed that posture to hide a potentially embarrassing situation from Alex as he placed the glasses on the table.

Alex had moved barely ten feet away when Dad hissed, “Please, Tye, give me a break.”

“Oh, like you did me back in our room?” I countered a bit louder than I intended.

“Look, buddy, I already admitted that wasn’t exactly the best way to accomplish my goal, but I think even you have to admit it worked out pretty well.  At least, I think it did.”

“Yeah, I do, too,” I grudgingly admitted.  “And even though I wasn’t really ready to tell you I’m gay, I’m glad I did.  I feel like a huge weight has fallen off my shoulders.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty normal, I think.  It was for me, I know.  How long have you been thinking you might be?” he asked seriously.

“Like, forever,” I admitted before dropping my volume and adding, “Like you said, I always liked watchin’ you parade around naked.  I also knew that wasn’t normal, especially for a kid that young to be looking at his dad like that, but I just couldn’t help myself.  If I’d only known then what I know now, about you, especially, it would have been a helluva lot easier to deal with shit and what I believed were sick thoughts that kept me awake at night.”

“I’m truly sorry about that, Tye,” he offered sincerely.  “You just don’t understand what it’s like to be like me.  Being gay is hard enough, but …,” he was saying before trailing off into nothingness.

“But what, Dad?” I pushed him.

He lowered his voice to a whisper before leaning closer and continuing with, “being attracted to a certain age group just isn’t right or acceptable in today’s world.”

“Yeah, I can understand that.  Just out of curiosity, what is that age?  For you, anyway?” I asked with serious curiosity.  He hesitated for a moment while deciding, I suppose, if I was really ready for the truth.

“For me, anywhere from about six to sixteen,” he answered quietly.  I nodded my head in understanding and reached out to grab his hand in mine.

“So, it’s kinda like me wantin’ to do things with you since that night in the bathtub, huh?  Other people would say it’s wrong and think you’d forced me into doing stuff I didn’t want to.”  He nodded solemnly, realizing I truly understood what he was telling me.

“I guess my biggest concern of telling you the truth about who I really am or acting on my feelings before now is that you couldn’t fully comprehend the situation, so you might spill the beans to one of your friends, thinking it’s a normal thing all dads and sons do together.”

“Which would have gotten you arrested and thrown in prison, right?”

“Most likely, yeah,” he agreed.  “And guys like me don’t live long in those places,” he added.

“Well, like I said in the room, Dad, I know the score now and you can count on me to keep my mouth shut.  What we do to show our love for each other is between us and nobody else will ever hear about it from me.”  I watched as a massive wave of relief washed across his face and he squeezed my hand tightly.

“Thank you, son.  You have no idea what that means to me.”

“Yeah, I think I do.  About the same thing it means to me to finally know the whole truth about you.  Of course, I understand you not telling me before now because I was way too young and dumb to keep important shit like this to myself.  I probably would have blabbed to just about anybody since I wouldn’t have thought about the repercussions of doing so.”

“Young?  You bet, kiddo, but never dumb,” he responded.  “You’ve always been way smarter and more mature than any other kid I’ve ever met, but I just couldn’t take the risk.  I couldn’t have lived without you being with me,” he practically sobbed.

Sensing he needed a quick pick-me-up, I started moving my foot toward his crotch again.  Unfortunately, my aim was off this time, and I ended up kicking his knee.  He quickly grabbed my foot to keep me from reaching my intended target and grumbled, “Oh, no you don’t you little brat.”  I couldn’t help but laugh out loud just as Alex returned with our meals and set the plates on the table.

Once he’d moved on, all talk came to a screeching halt as we dug into our food with gusto.  We feasted quietly and before we realized it, our plates were empty and it was time to go.  Dad seemed to be in a hurry to get back to our room for the night and flagged down Alex to get our bill.  While waiting for the guy to run Dad’s card and come back, I finally let my eyes wander around the place.  I slowly passed from table to table to see who else was out tonight when someone I’d seen two booths ago finally registered in my brain.

Whipping my head back that direction and stopping at the table in question, I spied what has to be the most beautiful kid in the world.  Had I seen him yesterday, I would have freaked out at that idea and been worried to death I thought a boy was ‘beautiful’, but tonight, I didn’t think twice before coming to that conclusion.  Especially since it was true.  I kicked Dad in the shins to get his attention and after he shot me a confused look, I pointed a middle finger in the direction he needed to look.

He took his time to get there, but once he saw who I’d seen, his eyes bugged out of the sockets so far, I thought they might pop out completely and land on the floor under the table.  Unfortunately, Alex arrived at that moment and laid the check on the table along with Dad’s debit card.  Dad quickly signed the chit with a flourish and said, “Let’s get out of here,” as he left his seat. 

Still entranced by the sweet little devil across the way, I took my time sliding out of the booth so I could make sure his full visage was firmly imprinted in my grey matter before he slipped out of my life forever.  Sadly, I had no idea who he is or where he’s from, so after leaving here tonight, I’d never see him again, dammit.  I was obviously taking too long to become ambulatory for someone as the old man grabbed my hand and fairly dragged me from my seat before leading the way to the great outdoors.  After pushing me through the doors and into the parking lot, I looked back at him and noticed his shorts were having a difficult time keeping private the thoughts running wild through his mind as the obvious bulge betrayed him.

As we traipsed across the parking lot, he growled, “So, is that how it’s gonna be from now on?”

“What’re you talking about?” I asked in confusion.

“You pointing out cute boys all the time, knowing full well I can’t do anything but look.”

“Oh, that,” I giggled as we climbed in the car.  “Don’t feel too bad for yourself, Dad, ‘cause we’re in the same boat.  I sure can’t do anything more than look at them, either, since I don’t know who the hell they are or where they freakin’ live.  And if I’m gonna be frustrated by all the cuties I see and can’t have, then by god, so are you.”

“And here I was thinking you actually loved me,” he moaned sarcastically before continuing with, “You can be a rotten little shit when you wanna be, ya know.”

“Yep, sure can.  Guess I’m just a chip off the ol’ blockhead, huh?” I cracked.  The rest of the short trip back to our home for the night was spent in silence since the old man couldn’t come up with an adequate comeback.  Yet another skirmish in the ongoing war of wits had been won by yours truly.

After stepping through the room’s door and hearing the latch click behind us, we started removing our clothes.  By the time we’d reached our beds, both of us were naked.  Dad moved his suitcase into a corner where it would be out of the way and started pulling his covers down.  While he was doing that, I was rummaging in my own case to find something I needed.  When I found it, I turned to look at Dad and found him sitting on the edge of his bed, a look of unsure expectation on his face.

“What’s up, Dad?” I asked.

“I’m just trying to decide if we really need to use both beds tonight,” he replied warily.

“It’d probably be a good idea since we don’t want to give the maids heart attacks when they discover we slept in the same one,” I commented drily.  “Can you imagine the scandal they’d cook up in their minds?” I snickered.  “Besides, I’m wanna hit the pool for a while,” I continued while holding up my swimsuit.  “If that’s okay with you, that is?”

“Not really what I was hopin’ for, Tye, but go ahead.  Think I’ll stay in the room again, though.  I’m pretty tired and need to get a good night’s sleep.”

“I promise to be quiet when I come back,” I offered.  “And I swear I won’t rape you in your sleep, either,” I giggled.

“Well, it’s not like I’d fight you off, is it?  Besides, following your logic from earlier, if the person you’re with is a willing party, you can’t really call it rape, can you?” he asked, throwing my own words back at me.

“Nope, guess not,” I agreed cheerfully.  I sat next to him while I pulled my trunks on and then leaned over to give him a kiss before I headed downstairs.  Of course, while our lips were connected, I gently ran my hand over his cock just to get a rise out of him.  And rise it did.  By the time we separated and I stood up to grab a towel, he was as hard as I’d ever seen him.

“Whoops, sorry, Dad,” I chuckled.

“Yep, a rotten little shit,” he muttered forlornly.  “You’re not really gonna leave me high and dry, are ya?” he begged.

“Well, you may be high, but not so dry, bubba,” I cracked while licking the palm of my hand where I’d collected some slime from the tip of his manhood before I let it go.  “Back later,” I called over my shoulder with a light laugh as I stepped through the door and headed towards the elevator.  Yeah, I know I shouldn’t tease him like that, but if I can’t have some fun with all this, what’s the point of living?  Besides, I know that soon enough, he’ll be having more fun than he’s ever had in his entire life.  Surely, waiting a little bit longer won’t kill him.

When I reached the pool a minute later, I was amazed to find the place was still empty.  With all the cars in the parking lot, it didn’t make a bit of sense why nobody else was here, but I wasn’t going to worry about that too much.  Their bad fortune is my good luck.  I dropped my towel on one of the chaises spread around the apron and cannonballed into the pool.  After coming up for air, I started lazily swimming some laps.

Unfortunately, with this pool being so much smaller than the one I usually go to back home, I quickly realized I was pretty much wasting my time.  I gave up on the laps and just started floating on my back, occasionally diving below the surface only to come back up to suck fresh air into my lungs.  About half an hour after jumping in, I felt I’d finally worked all the kinks out of my bones and muscles and decided to put that lonely hot tub in the corner to good use. 

After swimming to the edge of the pool and hauling my skinny ass out, I grabbed the towel and padded across the apron to the hot tub, dropping the towel on a nearby table before punching the button on the wall to start the pumps.  The spa was soon roiling with bubbles, so I climbed into it and sank onto one of the benches.  Oh god, it felt good to have the hot jets pummeling my back and legs.  Soon enough, I laid my head back and began reflecting on everything that had transpired in the past twenty-four or so hours.

Sure, I’d been pretty confident I was gay for quite a while now but was just too scared about what that really meant to admit it to myself, let alone anybody else.  And hell, if I couldn’t say it to myself and believe it, how the fuck was I supposed to tell Dad?  Of course, I’d also been worried to death about what he’d do when I finally did tell him.  You always hear horror stories about kids who come out and suddenly, their parents kick them out and disown them because they’re gay, bi, trans, or whatever, but you rarely hear the ones where the parents love their kids regardless of who they are and support them through thick and thin.

I certainly hoped my dad would be one of the latter, but I just couldn’t be sure.  And while it’s true he didn’t often comment on any of the news relating to LGBTQ issues, when he did, it was usually pretty neutral, so it was hard for me to know just how he felt about people like me.  Of course, the bombs he dropped on me tonight promptly erased any concerns I may have had in that regard.

And now that I’d reached that pronouncement in my thoughts, I realized what a fool I’ve been.  There’s no way Dad would have kicked me out for simply being gay.  Of course, if I’d known that truth about him five or six years ago, it would have been much, much easier for me accept my truth and share it with him.  The fact he’s gay, too, was actually the easiest thing to accept out of all we talked about tonight.  I was still coming to terms with his admission he liked boys and not men.

On one hand I was happy about that as it might actually let us connect on a level we never have before or even dreamed was possible.  On the other hand, it was also scary as hell to think about.  How could a fully grown man love a fuckin’ kid, whether it’s a boy or a girl?  The more I pondered that idea, the more I realized it didn’t really matter why, it’s just the way you are.  If a person’s brain contains the kink for loving someone who’s the same sex, then I suppose it’s also possible for that same kink to alter the age of the people you’re attracted to.  For years, I’d wanted to play with Dad in ways I knew weren’t right, but that sure as hell didn’t stop those sick ideas from encroaching on my mind all the damn time.  It must be the same for him when he thinks about me or any other boy he decides is cute enough.

Oh geez, I wonder if he’s been dreaming about any of my friends.  I mean, Stevie is pretty damn cute and a dude I’d absolutely love to see naked and do some nasty things with.  So are Shawn and Andy.  Some of my wildest fantasies are all four of us gettin’ together, losing our clothes and goin’ after each other for hours on end.  Suddenly, I can’t help but wonder if the old man thinks about them in the same way I do.  Oh shit, now I’m thinkin’ about all five of us jerkin’, suckin’ and fuckin’ each other until our dicks are ready to fall off from overuse.

All of that shit’s running figure eights through my mind at warp ten when I finally settle on the most welcome change I see coming into our lives.  Not only will I be able to gawk at the old man’s cock as much as I want without having to worry about or being ashamed of getting caught, but I’ll also get to handle, play with, stroke, suck and sit on that beautiful tube of flesh whenever I fuckin’ want to.  Of course, that means Dad gets to do the same with me and I’m cool with that.  He’s waited even longer than I have to be with someone he really desires, and he deserves to have something sweet and wonderful in his life for once.

Shortly after I settled into the hot tub, I’d slipped my pecker out of my trunks and had been idly playing with my boner as I turned things over in my mind.  Since no one else was around and I was well hidden under the roiling water, I didn’t think twice about it.  I was just about to start stroking mini-me in earnest when I thought I heard someone mumble something in my direction.  I slowly opened my eyes and almost had my second fatal heart attack of the night.

‘OH, MY FUCKIN’ GOD!’ my brain screamed.  ‘It’s HIM!’  Crap, what’s he doin’ here and why now!  Jesus, I hope he didn’t see me playin’ with my dick.  Naw, too many bubbles in the way.  What do I do now?  Wait, what the fuck kind of swimsuit is that?  It’s fuckin’ tiny, skintight and leaves nothing to the imagination.  Oh, I like that.  A LOT.  Shit, quit looking at his crotch, you fuckin’ dumbass.  Look up and keep your eyes locked on his face or he’ll think you’re a creep.  Visual adjustment made, I quickly compared the picture I’d recorded a little while ago to the kid in front of me right now and was ecstatic to discover the two were identical.

“So, mind if I join you?” he asked again.

“What?” my brain farted through my mouth.  “Oh, yeah, c’mon in, dude, the water’s great,” I offered lamely.  I wanted to slap myself in the forehead for being such a complete moron and saying something so lame, but I couldn’t do it in front of this boy god who had joined me and was now settling in on the bench across from me. 

As soon as he was in place, he dropped his hands below the water and started wiggling side to side.  I wondered what the hell he was doing but took advantage of his momentary distraction to surreptitiously stuff my dick back where it belonged, hoping like hell he wouldn’t notice.  Soon enough, his right hand surfaced grasping a tiny ball of cloth that was unceremoniously dropped just outside the edge of the tub. 

‘OH, MY FUCKIN’ GOD!’ rumbled through my brain again as I quickly realized he’d just dispensed with his practically non-existent swimsuit (if you could even call it that) and was now naked.  Please, god, don’t let me fuck this up. 

What minimal softness I’d regained in my southern hemisphere after putting mini-me to bed was lost in an instant and I became painfully aware of that problem as it tried to spring back to life.  Hoping the bubbles would hide my movements sufficiently, I slipped one hand inside my trunks and made a minor adjustment to relieve the pressure.  Well, it didn’t fully relieve the problem, but at least I was no longer bent in half down there.

At an almost complete loss for words for once in my life, I weakly offered “Hi, my name’s Tye.”

“Trey, nice to meet ya,” the kid replied with a huge smile, holding out his hand.  We shared a quick shake before retreating to our own sides of the tub.  He then asked, “How long you here for?”

“Just the night.”

“Well, that stinks for me,” he muttered forlornly.  “I’m gonna be stuck in this god-forsaken hellhole ‘til next Saturday and it woulda been nice to have somebody to hang out with.”

“Sorry, Trey,” I replied sadly knowing how bummed I’d be in his shoes.  “If I thought I could talk my dad into stayin’ that long, I would,” I commented while thinking ‘I’d stay here forever if it could all be spent with you.’

“No biggie, dude, I’m used to being left alone.  Where ya headed?” he asked with interest.

“Portland with Dad to see my uncle.”

“Cool.  Hope you have fun.”

“I’m sure we will.  We haven’t seen him in four years, and it’ll be good to be together again, even if it’s only for a week or so.”  Crap, crap, crap, why did I just tell him I was gonna be having fun, knowing he was gonna be here and bored as hell for the next week.  “So, what’re you doin’ in the middle of nowhere?” I asked, trying to keep up my end of the convo without sounding completely foolish.

“Oh, Mom’s job is transferring her to an office outside of Chicago somewhere and we had to stop here so she could get some specialized training.  She’ll be in some type of class from eight to five.  Means I’ll be here by myself all day long for a freakin’ week.”

“What about your dad?” I asked.  “Isn’t he moving to Chicago with you?”

“Well, since he’s six feet under, it didn’t make much sense to dig him up and bring him along with us, I guess,” Trey answered sadly.

“Oh man, sorry I asked,” I commented flatly since I didn’t have anything better to say.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, Tye.  He’s been gone long enough, now, that I’m used to it bein’ just the two of us.”

“I know what you mean.”

“How could you,” he asked with a touch of anger before continuing with, “You still have your dad.”

“Yeah, but no mom,” I replied softly.  “She disappeared not long after I was born.”

“Yeah, I guess you do know, then,” he commented with a solemn nod of agreement.

“By the way, I really like your name,” I offered out of nowhere, embarrassed it was the best I could come up with.

“Helluva lot better than my real one,” he replied.  Seeing my confused look, he added, “It’s Trevor and I flippin’ hate it, so I go by Trey.”

“I think Trevor’s pretty cool, too.  Why don’t you like it,” I asked.

“Because it belongs to one of my grandfathers,” he answered.

“I’d be proud to be named after a grampa,” I countered.

“I probably should be, and maybe was at one time, but the jackass was an abusive alcoholic and he’s why my dad’s dead.”

Stunned at his proclamation and the raging anger that came with it, I squawked, “What!?  How?”  I knew better than to ask the question but couldn’t stop my mouth from bleating out the query.  “No, you don’t have to answer that, it’s none of my business.”

“It’s okay.  Dad and Grampa went out one Friday night and the ignorant old fucker got plastered, as usual.  When they left the bar, Grampa insisted he was okay to drive.  Of course, soused as he was, within a mile of the bar, he ran a red light and they ended up gettin’ t-boned by another car, right in the passenger door where Dad was.  He lived for about an hour after it happened, just long enough for the cops to let Mom know we needed to get to the hospital as fast as we could.  As soon as we saw him, we knew it was hopeless and said our goodbyes.”

“Oh geez, man, sorry I asked,” I muttered numbly.

“The worst part of it all is dear ol’ Grampa came out of it with barely a scratch.  That useless son-of-a-bitch killed my dad, and he’s the rotten bastard still walkin’, talkin’ and suckin’ air to this day,” he grumbled angrily.  “I really wish it had been the other way around.  But that was five years ago and that’s the night I started goin’ by Trey.  If I ever hear the name ‘Trevor’ again, it’ll be too damn soon.”

“I’m really sorry ‘bout your dad, Trey.  I don’t know what I’d do if I lost mine, especially now,” I commiserated.

“You mind me askin’ what happened with your mom?” he queried with a touch of hesitation.  I took a few minutes to fill him in on my life to date, leaving out certain recently learned details so as not to scare him off.  “So, you’re gay, too?” he asked when I’d finished my little soliloquy.

“Yep, sure am,” I answered with all the pride I could muster.  “I fought admittin’ it for quite a few years, but now that I have, I can honestly say I’ve never been happier.”  Once my brain finally caught on to what Trey actually said, I nervously asked, “Uhm, whaddya mean by ‘too’, dude?”

“Easy, man,” he smirked, “just that I am, too.  Won’t find many guys our age who are willing to be open about it, though,” he lamented sadly.

“Too true, though I have to be honest and tell ya it wasn’t until just tonight I really accepted it about myself.”

“Really?” he asked with surprise.  “What changed?”

“Well, I’m sure like a lot of other gay kids, I was scared to death to tell my old man, afraid of how he’d react to the news.  But once he told me he was gay, I knew I’d been overthinking shit way too much.  How’d your mom take it when you told her?” I pried.

“Like the most wonderful, understanding and loving person she’s always been,” Trey answered happily.  “Sounds like we both lucked out big time in the parent department, Tye.”

“Sure as hell did,” I quickly agreed.  Not able to ignore the elephant in the room (or more accurately, the hot tub) any longer, I quietly asked, “Uhm, are you really naked right now?”

“Damn right, I am,” he cackled.  “Anybody who wears anything in a hot tub or sauna is a complete fuckin’ moron.”  I frowned severely at his dig while standing up just enough for him to see the waistband of my trunks.  Turning red with chagrin at unknowingly dissing me, he quickly added, “Present company, excepted, of course.”  Seeing me relax at his quick retraction on retaking my seat, he carried on, “You really oughta give it a try, Tye.”  As soon as he said it, he giggled at the unintentional rhyme.

“Uh, don’t think so, bubba,” I countered.

“Why not.  Nobody’s here, so who’s gonna know or give a shit?” he pushed.

“You’re here,” I countered.

“What?  You think I’m gonna care?  If you wanna know the truth, bubba, I’ve wanted to see you naked since I caught you starin’ at me at Smokey Bones,” Trey grinned madly.  “Didn’t think I’d really get the chance for it to happen, though.”

“Oh crap, you saw that?” I asked while flushing with my own embarrassment and hiding my face behind my hands.

“Hey, don’t go freakin’ out on me now, boy,” he joked as he moved across the tub and settled in right next to me.  After wrapping an arm around my shoulder, he continued with, “Look, dude, I know I’m cute, been hearin’ that shit all my life.  Whenever I go to swim meets, all the girls and about half the boys there do double and triple-takes when they see me.  Especially once my suit’s wet.  So, I’m used to bein’ gawked at in public.”

“Is that what you wear at the meets,” I asked while pointing to where he dropped his suit.

“Unfortunately, yeah.  I hate the damn thing since you can’t really hide nothin’ in ‘em, but all the guys wear the same thing,” he answered.  “Not that I got much to hide, mind you,” he added sadly.

“Looked like more than I got,” I muttered since I still felt quite inadequate about my size.

“Tye, listen to me.  Size don’t mean shit.  I’ve seen all sizes, shapes and colors of dicks in an endless stream of locker rooms the past several years, but even with seeing all them, you’re the only dude I’ve ever seen or had the pleasure to meet who’s made the twig stand up and want to be counted.  And I ain’t even seen your dick yet, so trust me when I say you’re the cutest boy I’ve ever seen.”

“No way, Trey.”  We both giggled at that one.

“Way, Tye.”  Since the timer had finally turned off the jets and bubbles, I dared a glance down into the calmer water and despite the slightly wavy surface, it did appear Trey’s dick was showing a certain amount of excitement that couldn’t be blamed on just the jets of the hot tub.

Dredging up the courage from a place I didn’t know existed, I spouted, “Trey, you’re not just cute, you’re fuckin’ beautiful, the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.  And when I spotted you tonight, I, uh, popped a boner.”

“I already know that, dude,” he laughed.  Seeing my confusion, he carried on, “Well, since you obviously weren’t wearing any underwear to keep things in place, the fact you were sportin’ wood was pretty visible as your dad dragged you out of Smokey Bones.  And you can be sure I’m not the only person there who noticed,” he added with a snort.  “What was even funnier, though, was it looked like your dad might’ve had one, too.”

“Well, yeah, I guess he did,” I giggled.

“You have to tell me the story of how that came about,” Trey pushed.  “But not until you get rid of these damn trunks you’re wearin’,” he added while grabbing the leg opening of my suit and giving a tug.  When he did that, his fingers slipped inside and brushed my sack, causing me to jump.

I gulped mightily at the brief contact before looking around to make sure we were still alone.  Seeing that we were, I muttered, “Hang on.”  I slowly extricated myself from his grasp and stood up on the bench, my boner mere inches from his face and seriously testing the limits of the stitchwork down the front of my trunks by trying to spring through the fabric.

“Hmmm, nice,” he hummed quietly as I climbed out, stepped over to the wall and punched the button to get the pumps going again.  Slipping back in beside him and safely hidden beneath the bubbles again, I pulled the string that held my trunks in place and began my own wiggling to get them off my ass.  Soon enough, I was dropping the useless article of clothing over the side just as he’d done with his.  ‘Oh my god, he was right,’ I thought to myself as I felt the water churning around my freed dick and balls. 

“Not fair,” he called out, “there weren’t any bubbles when you saw mine.”

I grabbed his right hand and retorted, “I thought maybe you’d like to see it using the Braille method.”  Trey’s eyes lit up like a spotlight on opening night of a brand-new Broadway play as I placed his hand on my pecker and closed his fingers around it.  Feeling somebody else’s hand around my hot poker was almost more than I could bear.  I somehow managed to stifle a moan when Trey began sliding his hand up and down my stiffness.

“Damn, dude, you’re huge,” he uttered jealously.

“Yeah, right,” I laughed before adding, “maybe compared to some of the guys you’ve seen at swim meets, but I got nothin’ compared to what Dad has.”  Trey’s hand suddenly stopped moving and he glared at me.

“Wait, you’ve seen your dad’s dick when it’s hard?” he asked in awe.

“Uh, yeah,” I muttered, realizing I’d just said more than I should have.

“Jesus,” he sighed.  “Wish I’d been able to see my dad like that.  All I ever got was the soft version.”

In an attempt to make him feel better, I replied, “It’s only happened a couple times in fourteen years, Trey, so it’s not a big deal.”

“Bet it’s a helluva lot bigger than my deal,” he giggled.

“Can’t say for sure since I haven’t really seen yours yet.”

“Sure, ya did,” Trey argued.  “Right before you turned the hot tub back on.”

“Well, I saw something, for sure, but bein’ a swimmer, you have to know how water distorts your vision and everything looks bigger because of it, right?”

“Yeah, it does do that,” Trey agreed.  “Why don’t you look at mine the same way I’m lookin’ at yours right now?” he asked as his hand began its manipulations again. 

Again, not the kind of person to turn down such an opportunity, I slipped my hand between his widespread legs and cupped his balls and dick.  Of course, being intimately familiar with how my hand fits around my junk, I could tell Trey was smaller than I was.  I just couldn’t be sure how much smaller without actually seeing it.  Sliding my hand up his shaft, I gently wrapped three fingers around his stiff little rod and had a damn good idea how we measured up to each other.

I was just about to start stroking him when the door opened and the night clerk from the front desk called out, “Hey, guys, time to call it a night!  It’s eleven o’clock and I gotta close the pool area.”

Well, my ballsy and beautiful new friend didn’t hesitate to let go of me, move across the tub and step out to grab his swimsuit, stiff prick on full display to the dude.  I suppose years of being naked in locker rooms hundreds of times with total strangers around had numbed him to the point where one more dude seein’ him naked was no big deal.  I quickly decided if Trey could do it, so could I.  I climbed out my side, grabbed my shorts and turned around to face the door so when I began wringing the excess water out of them, it fell back into the hot tub.

The poor guy at the door was staring dumbstruck at the naked pair of fools in front of him, though he showed no sign of being ready to leave us alone, either.  Trey gave him a little wave before he stepped around the tub to grab the towel he’d left beside mine.  As he started drying his hair, I gazed longingly at his sweet pecker as it bounced around freely.  Not to be outdone, I grabbed my own towel and started following his lead.  I tell ya, that night clerk was certainly getting the show of his short life.

Before we finished with our towels, Trey stepped so close to me, our dicks were whacking each other with every move of our bodies.  I couldn’t tell what he was feeling in that moment, but I had lightning bolts randomly firing off all over my body every time we touched.  With both of us finally dried off, we wrapped our towels around our waists, grabbed our swimsuits and paraded to the door as if we didn’t have a care in the world.  And I suppose, at this particular moment in time, we truly didn’t.

After stepping into the hallway to head for the elevator, the clerk let the doors close behind us and the guy dutifully followed along, no doubt ogling our towel covered asses.  When we reached the lobby area, he tapped us on the shoulder to get our attention.  We were both startled, but wagered no argument with him when he waggled a finger for us to follow him.  He stepped through a door and held it open so we could join him.  Once the door closed, he continued to the area behind the front desk, the two of us trailing right behind him like innocents to the slaughter.

Once behind the counter itself, he pointed to a corner that can’t be seen from the lobby and evilly said, “Smile, boys, you’re on candid camera.”

Well, I just about collapsed from shame and embarrassment when I saw the full color high-resolution camera feed from above the hot tub on the thirty-two-inch screen in the center of about ten other much smaller monitors.  Trey, however started laughing his ass off so hard, his towel came undone and dropped to the floor.

“You two sure put on one helluva show, let me tell ya,” the clerk commented with a chuckle.  I know I’d turned the deep bright red you only see on a freshly boiled lobster, but Trey was still giggling as he stood there naked as a jaybird.

“Dude, your towel …,” I started.

“Yeah, so what?” Trey responded.  “He’s already seen us, what’s the point of covering up now?”

Seeing his logic was impeccable, I agreed, whipped mine off and draped it over my shoulder, saying, “Can’t argue that, I guess.”  The stranger was the one now turning bright red as he realized his predicament, one that he created entirely on his own; he was in an employee only area of his workplace with not just one, but two very naked and very underage boys with him.

“Before anything else happens, bucko, how ‘bout you back that up so we can all watch it together,” Trey asked.  The clerk happily nodded, grabbed the mouse and clicked the rewind button.  Once the video hit the point of me climbing in the hot tub, he clicked play and let it roll at normal speed.

“Yep, that’s where you pulled your dong out and started playin’ with it,” Trey narrated while pointing to the screen.  “Don’t know what the hell you were thinkin’ about, but it musta been hot,” he giggled.  “Too bad the tub’s runnin’ so we can’t really see any details.”  A few minutes later, Trey showed up on the screen.  “Oh look, here I come to make my big screen debut.  Yep, there’s me droppin’ my suit.  And we’re talkin’ and talkin’ and talkin’ some more.”  A few more minutes rolled by before he picked up his commentary.

“Uh-oh, you’re about to get your first look at my goodies,” Trey giggled as we watched him drape an arm across my shoulders.  “You never said, Tye, but what’d you think?” he asked with interest while turning to look at me.

“Cute, Trey.  No, cute doesn’t really give you the justice you deserve.  Beautiful, stellar, lovely, wonderful, sweet.  There’s probably a few more I could come up with, but you get my drift, right?”  Both Trey and the clerk nodded their approval on my judgments.  We watched as I slipped back into the tub next to Trey and soon enough, dropped my suit on the apron.

“Oh, boy,” Trey gushed as he rubbed his hands together, “here comes the best part.  I’m about to touch your dick for the first time, Tye.”  We both giggled as we remembered the moment.

Feeling emboldened by Trey’s narration of the video, I reached for the mouse and paused the playback before asking, “You never said, Trey, but what’d you think?”

“Perfect, sublime, a masterpiece, most definitely worth sucking,” he replied as he licked his lips seductively.  I nodded my approval before restarting the video.  Suddenly, both our heads turned and we were focused somewhere across the room.  “Oh, this must be when this jerk interrupted us and ruined what was looking like a perfectly good night.”

“Yep, you’re right, there you are climbin’ out,” I chimed.  “Oh look, you can see your boner just as plain as day, can’t ya?” I commented.  “Now, there I am, and you can see mine, too.  I gotta say, Trey, we are two very fine-lookin’ specimens of boyhood, aren’t we.”

“Two of the best in my book,” he quickly agreed.

“Wait, you got a book?” I asked.

“It’s a metaphor, goofball,” he retorted with a chuckle while punching me in the shoulder.  I looked down between us, then tapped Trey on the shoulder and pointed down.  He directed his eyes that direction and seeing we were both still hard, he joked, “I’m only hard ‘cause you’re here with me, Tye.  If it was just me and numbnuts here,” he said while pointing at the clerk, “I’d be as mushy as spaghetti that’s been on the boil for an hour.” 

When the video ended with us leaving the pool area, Trey commanded, “Do me a favor, jackass, and drop that on a flash drive for me.  I wanna keep a copy for myself.”  As if suddenly remembering his manners, he quickly added, “Please and thank you.”

“Now, why the fuck would I do that?” the clerk asked testily.

“Because I asked you to,” Trey replied.  I watched the clerk think for just a moment and it appeared as though doing so severely strained his mental capacity.  He must have still been hoping to get something from us in return, so he finally acquiesced and did as Trey requested.  Once the drive was tightly clasped in Trey’s hot little hand, the boy god’s demeanor drastically changed from the jovial and happy little dude I’d seen thus far into someone I didn’t recognize at all.

“So, whatcha gonna do now, pervert?” Trey asked angrily.  “Rape us?  Try to blackmail us with that crap?  Call the cops on us for indecent exposure?  Or you gonna call our parents to come get us and then try to explain why you have us corralled behind the front desk, naked?  No, I don’t think so, bucko. 

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, creep,” he continued forcefully.  “First, you’re gonna erase the hard drive that video’s stored on.  And not just tonight’s recording, but everything.  Second, you’re gonna let us go back to my room like absolutely nothin’ unusual happened here tonight.  Third, if I ever hear a whisper that this video makes it out into the wild, I’m gonna make your life such a living hell, you’ll wish you’d never been born.  You understand what I’m sayin’, loser?”

“Yeah, right,” he scoffed.  “Fat chance of any of that happenin’, shrimp.”

Trey immediately stepped over to the phone on the desk below the monitors, punched the speaker button and dialed a number from memory he’d obviously used a lot.  Before the clerk could get anywhere close to disconnecting the call, a gruff voice emanated from the speaker.

“Speak,” it said.

“Hey, Coach, it’s me, Trey,” he greeted the man happily.  “How’s it hangin’, man?”

“Short, shriveled and to the left, but that may change now that I’m talkin’ to my favorite kid in the world,” the voice replied.

“Sounds about normal for you,” Trey laughed.

“True that,” the man laughed heartily.  “So, everything okay, Trey?” he asked seriously.

“Might have just a little problem here I could use some help with coach.  I hate to ask, but is Frankie still on the payroll?”

“As long as I’m swim coach, you’re goddam right he is.  Gotta keep you guys protected from the sickos and perverts, don’t I?”  I heard two quick snaps and some rapid typing on a keyboard in the background when Trey continued the conversation.

“Well, you don’t have to, but we still appreciate it even if we don’t say it.  So, here’s the situation, I got a scumbag here, goes by the name of …, wait a sec.”  Trey turned to the clerk and asked, “What’s your name, loser?”

“Um, Johnny,” he answered nervously, unsure who he just provided his name to.

“You catch that, coach?” Trey asked.

“Clear as a bell, bud.  What’s Johnny’s trip?” Coach asked.

“Well, he’s got some video of me and my new friend Tye hangin’ out in the hot tub at a motel in Kearney, Nebraska.”

“You usin’ the tub like you always do?”

“What do you think?” Trey asked with a giggle.

“Figures, kiddo.  Thought you woulda learned your lesson after that meet in San Diego.”

“Hey, how was I supposed to know that friggin’ school had cameras in their damn locker rooms,” Trey asked defensively.

“Go on with your problem.”

“Right, that.  Well, at the moment, Tye and I are behind the front counter of the motel with dumbass here and we’re naked.  Johnny has video of us in the hot tub on a hard drive and even though I’ve told him he’s gonna wipe the drive and leave us be, I don’t think he’s very agreeable to that idea.  Don’t know what he’s got planned for us, exactly, but I sure as hell don’t wanna find out either.  I thought maybe Frankie could help us resolve the standoff.”

“Yeah, we can see all three of you now,” Coach said.  “Damn Trey, you sure picked a winner with that one, didn’t you?”

“You don’t know the half of it, Coach,” he giggled yet again.

Another voice that had to belong to whoever the hell Frankie was came on the line and stated, “Trey, you ever get back here, you better introduce us to your new friend.”

“Be happy to do just that, Frankie.  Assuming, of course, we both live through the night,” he added flatly.

“Johnny, you still there?” Frankie asked.

“Yeah,” he answered nervously.

“Am I talking to the one and only Jonathan Carrington who lives at 422 West 29^th Street, Kearney, Nebraska, 68845.  And I have your phone number as 308.555.6589, right?” Frankie asked the now very nervous man standing between Trey and me.

“Uhm, I suppose so.”

“Listen to me very closely, Johnny Carrington, ‘cause I’m only gonna say this once.  You will immediately delete any and all videos you may have of Trey and his new friend.  And I mean right now, punk,” Frankie growled menacingly.  Sensing the seriousness and sincerity of Frankie’s demand, Johnny did as he was told without hesitation.  “Good boy,” Frankie commented.  “Next, you’re going to get in touch with whoever’s on call, act like you’re sick as a dog and need to go home.  Once that person arrives to take over the rest of your shift, you will pack your shit and get the hell out of Kearney forever.  You will forget who Trey and Tye are and never speak of them or anything that’s happened there tonight to anybody else for as long as you live.  Do you understand?”

With no choice but to agree to Frankie’s faceless demands, Johnny swallowed heavily and answered, “Yes, sir.”

“Make the call now so I can hear it,” Frankie demanded.  Johnny picked up a different phone and dialed a number. 

After pleading with the person on the other end of the call to relieve him, he hung up, came back to us and said, “They’ll be here in ten or fifteen minutes.”

“Perfect, boy.  As long as you keep your mouth shut, you’ll never hear from me again.  Just know that I’ll be watching your pathetic ass, though.”  Johnny sank heavily into the chair at the desk and let go a huge sigh of relief.

Trey then asked, “Hey, Frankie, while you’re still tapped into their system, you wanna check to see if they have any cameras in the guest rooms?”

A couple minutes passed in silence when Frankie finally came back with, “Unless they know some devious tricks I’ve never heard of, and that seems unlikely, you should be good to go, buddy.  You and Tye go have some fun for us, will ya?”

“Like you were readin’ my mind, dude,” Trey replied with a wicked grin.  “Coach, you still there?”

“Yup.”

“Thanks for everything, man, I truly appreciate it.  You guys have been like dads to me after mine, well, you know,” he sniffled.  “I love you guys and will be in touch again after I get to Chicago.”

“We were happy to step in and help you out when you needed us, kiddo,” Coach offered softly.  “You are one of the best swimmers I’ve ever had the pleasure to work with and both of us truly enjoyed watching you grow over the past few years.  Take care of yourself.  And take care of Tye, too,” he added.

“You can be sure I will, guys,” Trey sniffed again before ending the call.  He finally stooped to retrieve his towel from the floor.  Wrapping it back around his waist, he commented with a chuckle, “Don’t wanna give anybody a free show on the way to my room, do we?”  I laughed with him and followed his lead. 

Before we left poor terrified Johnny to stew with his own thoughts, Trey offered, “Yeah, your life sucks right now, but look at it this way, dude.  At least you’ll still have the memories of us to fuel your fantasies for decades to come.  Sure, you didn’t get us the way you really wanted, but you’ll be able to walk out of here in one piece, walk being the most important part for ya.  You made a good decision for once in your miserable existence.  Keep doin’ that and you’ll live a long and happy life.”

On that note, Trey wrapped an arm around my waist as I draped one of mine over his shoulders and we left the desk area, ambled through the lobby and stepped into the elevator for the ride up.

“You really have your own room?” I asked on the way to the third floor.

“Yup,” he grinned.  “Even though Mom’s seen me naked more times than I care to think about, she thinks I’ve reached an age where I need my privacy.  I guess I have to agree with her to a point since I’m pretty sure she doesn’t want to see me jerkin’ off while watching TV on the bed beside hers for the next week.”

“Oh, I’d pay good money to see that,” I mumbled.  “By the way, how old are you?” I asked as I suddenly realized we hadn’t covered that territory just yet.

“Twelve,” he answered.  “And a third if you wanna be nitpicky about it.  How ‘bout you?” he queried.

“Fourteen,” I replied as the elevator door opened and adding, “and two weeks,” I joked.

“Coach always told me I’d fall for an older dude,” Trey giggled.  “ ‘Course, he was always hopin’ it’d be a much older one …” he trailed off on reaching his room at the end of the hall. 

After carding the lock and letting me in, he closed the door behind us, threw the deadbolt, and immediately stepped into the bathroom to hang up his towel and swimsuit.  With no qualms about me standing right there and watching his every movement, he stepped up to the stool and let go.  Amazed at his brazen and open attitude, I was frozen in position until he pulled a couple squares of TP off the roll, dried the tip of his dick and nonchalantly dropped it into the toilet.  The toilet paper, that is, not his dick.

When he turned and saw me standing there like a statue, he asked, “You ever gonna lose the friggin’ towel and get comfortable with me, Tye?”

That snarky comment snapped me out of my stupor and faster than I thought possible, my towel was hanging over the shower curtain bar along with my swimsuit.  Now it was my turn to take a leak while he watched with intense interest and desire flooding his face.  With both our needs taken care of, we settled into sitting positions on opposite sides of his bed and Trey turned on the TV.  Unable to contain my curiosity any longer, I asked the question that I’d been stewing over ever since Trey had dialed the phone downstairs.

“Uhm, just who the fuck are Coach and Frankie?” I probed nervously.

Trey let go a laugh and replied, “Well, Coach, of course, was my swim coach the past four and a half years.  Frankie’s his brother.”

“How’d you get hooked up with them?”

“Well, after Dad died, Mom thought I needed a positive male role model in my life and after some searchin’ and talkin’ to other parents, she found out Coach was well known in the area for helping kids through tough times and having them come out the other side in one piece.”

“And did he?  Help you, that is?” I pushed wanting to know all I could.

“He sure as shit did,” Trey admitted.  “The first six months after it happened, I was depressed as hell and didn’t know what I could do to get back to a more normal life, not that anything will ever be normal again after losing a parent like I did.  After several interviews with Coach, Mom finally got me on the team.  He immediately started whipping me into shape and teaching me the finer art of competitive swimming.  He seemed to spend way more of his time with me than any of my teammates, but they’d all been around for a while and knew the drill.  Of course, I soon learned Coach had some ulterior motives for letting me join the team.”

“What do you mean by that?” I asked cautiously, unsure he’d actually answer me.

“ ‘Bout six months in, I was late leaving one night and still in the shower when Coach joined me.  Instead of staying in a far corner like most of the other adults who were around during practice, he took the shower right next to me and proceeded to soap up.  I was watching him with serious interest as his cock’s way bigger than any other I’d ever seen, even my dad’s.  And the more he washed that monster, the bigger it got.  No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t pry my eyes off him.  I was enthralled.

“All too soon, his real intentions became clear as he stepped over to me, waved his hard cock in my face and asked me if I wanted to touch it.  Since I was hard as a rock, too, I couldn’t really say no, could I?”  I was shocked Trey was telling me all this but remained silent so he’d continue.  “Despite wanting nothing more at that moment then to grab his cock and just hold it in my hands, I got the hell out of there as fast as I could.

“I went home that night and could think of nothing but Coach’s dick and how much I wanted to play with it.  Yeah, I knew I shouldn’t be pondering things like that, but it still didn’t stop me from gettin’ my jollies six or seven times.  The next afternoon at practice, I was ready and more than willing to do anything Coach asked me to, from just jerkin’ him off to lettin’ him stuff that thing up my ass.”

“Holy shit,” I muttered numbly.

“Hang on a minute, hotrod.  I ain’t done yet,” Trey admonished me.  “Practice itself went on like it always did, even if Coach seemed to distance himself from me.  When it was time to head for home, I climbed in the shower like I always did, waiting for Coach to join me and continue what he’d started the day before.  I waited like fifteen, twenty minutes and he never showed.  So, I got out, dried off and got dressed for the walk home.  When I walked by his office, I saw him sitting at his desk and it looked like he was crying.  I couldn’t imagine a man like him crying so I knocked on his door.  When he lifted his head and saw me, he started crying even more.

“I let myself in and sat on his desk before asking him what was goin’ on.  He started apologizing for what he’d done the day before, told me how he should never have done it and hoped I could somehow forgive him.  I tried to tell him we were cool and if he wanted us to play around together, I’d do it ‘cause deep down, I really wanted to.  Despite him ‘falling in love with me the first time he saw me’, that’s the way he put it, he insisted that we could never do those things and swore he’d never try it again.  While I was bummed with that, I let it go and we went back to being a coach and kid.  He spent the next four years working with me and was true to his word since he never joined me in the shower again.”  Sensing there was more of the story, I remained silent.

“So, yeah, Coach is one of those guys who likes young boys and wants to sex them up.  I guess I was just too fuckin’ cute for him and he couldn’t control himself that day,” Trey giggled.

“You are, ya know?” I interjected. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he grumbled.  “So, while I never got to see my old man with a hardon, I have at least seen one.  Just too bad I didn’t get to play with it like I wanted to.  Coach kept a strict ‘hands-off’ policy with me since that day and while I didn’t much like it, I understood it.  He didn’t want to see his livelihood flushed down the toilet.”  My mind was spinning with all kinds of wild thoughts about Dad and me, and Trey must have sensed it because he gave me an odd look and asked, “What?”

“Nothin’,” I muttered.  “Okay, that’s Coach, now what about Frankie.”

“Uhm, can’t really tell you much since I don’t know it.  What I can tell you is he was either a former mob guy or he worked for the CIA, just not sure which it was.”

“What!?” I exclaimed.

“That was my feeling, anyway,” he snickered.  “Frankie has some very special, uhm, talents I guess you’d call ‘em, that I don’t think a lot of people have.  I do know that at one point in his life he was a serious hacker, so getting the info on Johnny and accessing the motel’s computers and video system tonight was a piece o’ cake for him.”

“But what’s he actually gettin’ paid for,” I prodded.

“Well, I’m sure you know there’s all kinds of folks out there, mostly guys it seems, who collect certain types of pictures and videos that are very hard to come by these days, right?”  After a quick nod from me, Trey continued, “Well, Frankie’s main job was to keep eyes on the places where those things are traded and sold like wildfire, mostly the dark web.  And if he finds anything out there with kids from Coach’s team, Frankie shuts it down and threatens the people involved with some serious consequences.  Kinda like he did with Johnny tonight.  Now, I don’t know if he’s ever gone past the threats, but I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if he has at some point.”

“Jesus,” I muttered under my breath.

“Yeah, you don’t wanna fuck with Frankie,” Trey laughed.  “So, now that you know all about those two, where does that leave us?”

“Oh, dude, where do I start?” I moaned.

“Uhm, from the beginning?  Seems as good a place as any,” he laughed.

“Yeah, I suppose so,” I agreed quietly.  “Look, I know we just met and probably won’t see each other after tonight, so this may sound completely crazy to ya ….”  I hesitated a moment before getting my thoughts organized and plowing forward.  “When I saw you at Smokey Bones, I think I fell in love.”  Seeing the surprise on Trey’s face, I made a quick correction.  “No, I know I did.”

Before he could shut me up, I began ticking off each point by raising a finger and saying, “I mean, your face is beautiful (Trey snickered again), your body is perfect (that received another giggle), you’re funny, smart and witty, and last but not least, your dick is absolutely delightful.”  He was really blushing now and hiding his face behind his hands.

When he regained his composure, he said, “Guess you want to hear my list about you now, huh?”  I gave a quick nod and he carried on with, “Well, we’ve already established the fact I think you’re cuter than hell.  At least your face is, anyway.  The rest of you could use a little work, though,” he cracked.  “You’re obviously older than I am and that’s exactly what I’m lookin’ for ‘cause it means you have more experience with this shit than I do (I couldn’t help but snort in laughter at that point), I think you know what you want in life (he got a big nod on that one since what I want the most is you), and as far your dick is concerned, I’ve been staring at that sweet piece of meat for half an hour now and can’t wait until it’s in my mouth.  Really, dude, I could suck that thing until the cows come home.”

“Gee, thanks, Trey, those are about the nicest things anybody’s ever said about me,” I commented despite the flush of embarrassment I was dealing with.  “I do have one more thing to add about you, though.”

“Yeah, what?” he asked in expectation.

“I want you so bad it hurts,” I gushed.

“Then why the fuck don’t you crawl your skinny ass over here and prove it?”

I did exactly what he asked, got to my knees and carefully waddled over to him.  On reaching the boy god, I pulled him into my arms and we fell onto the bed, me on my back and Trey on top of me.  As soon as we quit bouncing, I pulled his face to mine and kissed him passionately, slipping my tongue between his lips.  To Trey’s credit, he didn’t hesitate to return the favor and our tongues were suddenly battling each other for dominance.  As the kiss continued, my brain flashed back a few hours to when Dad and I shared a similar kiss and I froze up again.

Trey caught it and after disengaging, he leaned back a little and croaked with exasperation, “Jesus, what now?”

“Much as I want to, Trey, I don’t know if I can do this,” I muttered dumbly.

“Why the fuck not?” he growled angrily.

“Well, when I was tellin’ you about me and my dad’s talk tonight, I left out something I think you should know.”

“Well, spit it out, dumbass, so we can get back to where we were,” he demanded.

“My dad’s like your coach,” I whispered.  Trey’s eyes shot wide open as the full realization of what I’d just told him sank in.  Of course, I just betrayed my promise to Dad to keep his truth between us, but I felt like Trey should have all the facts about Dad and me before there was no turning back from what was about to happen. 

“No shit?” he asked.

“Yep,” I replied solemnly, hoping I didn’t just ruin everything between us.

“Hot fuckin’ damn!” Trey hooted happily. 

“What?” I barked in surprise at his enthusiasm.  “I thought you’d be disgusted after what happened with Coach.”

“Tye, Tye, Tye, my sweet, innocent, naive and wonderful dimbulb, listen closely.  Was I scared when Coach waggled that freak of nature he calls his cock in my face?  Damn right, I was.  But I wasn’t scared of him or his cock, I was scared by how much I really wanted to wrap my hands around that monster and play with it.  That’s the only reason I booked outta there the way I did.  But after spending a couple hours in my room that night flogging my own dick to the image of his honkin’ hunk of meat that’s now permanently seared in my ingrams, I knew I was gay.  I mean, no straight guy is gonna get himself off while thinkin’ about some other guy’s dick, right?  So, I had to be gay.

“And like I said, I was ready to do any fuckin’ thing he wanted the next day, but he’d chickened out.  You gotta believe me when I tell ya I’ve regretted the decision I made that afternoon ever since he offered it to me.  I know it hurt him when I turned him down, but he wasn’t about to change his mind.  That sure didn’t stop him from staring at me in the shower, feasting his eyes on my tiny dick and cute ass.  And even though he always wore a jock, there was no way in hell he could hide the fact he was hard as a rock every time I grabbed a towel and started drying off.”

“So, what you’re really saying is you still wanna screw around with an adult, right?” I asked warily.

“You’re goddam right I do,” he answered eagerly.  “The only problem with that is, it’s harder than hell to find one who’ll actually fuckin’ do it since they’re all scared to death of their ass landin’ in prison.  And you actually know somebody who can make that dream finally come true.”

“I don’t know, man.  He was pretty hesitant to tell me that part, so I don’t think he’d actually do it with anyone but me.”

“Won’t hurt to ask, will it?”

“I guess not, but we’re leaving in the morning,” I argued.  “When would we have time to find out?”

“We’ll figure that out, later, dude,” he purred.  “Right now, I’m more interested in you and that delicious-looking dick of yours.  What say we get back to takin’ care of each other?”

The two of us spent the next hour and a half intimately exploring every nook and cranny of each other’s bodies with our eyes, hands and mouths, relishing every second of our time together.  We discovered many things that night way beyond the simple fact we loved our partner.  For example, dicks and balls are absolutely delicious.  Even the clear slimy shit that steadily leaks from a dick is pretty damn tasty.  We also recognized that toes, fingers, armpits, nipples and even buttholes were worth tasting and savoring, each one leading us to new erotic pleasures we never dreamed existed.

When it came time for the ultimate expression of love a couple can share, Trey zipped into the bathroom and returned with a small bottle of hand lotion.  I looked at him oddly and he quickly explained why we needed it.

“It won’t be as good as baby oil or some other lubes, but it does okay in a pinch.”  His plan immediately made sense and I nodded my approval.  “Who gets to go first?” he asked.

“It’s your idea and lube, I guess you do,” I offered.

He grinned mightily and told me to lift my legs up to my chest.  Once they were out of his way, he squirted some of the lotion on his fingers and started massaging it around my hole.  As if everything else I’d already felt tonight wasn’t enough, he was drivin’ me insane.  When he finally slid a finger inside to get some lotion there, too, I practically jumped through the roof.  Once he decided I was ready, he spread a dollop on his dick and moved forward to line up with my hole.

When he pushed into me, I had enough electrical shocks running through my body to illuminate a thousand-watt light bulb.  Since I’d never had anything up there before, Trey was very gentle. I felt as if I was on cloud nine and never wanted to come back down to earth.  He started pumping in and out very slowly, only picking up the pace when he sensed us coming to a head very quickly.  My dick was oozing a continuous flow of slimy stuff the entire time. 

All too soon, Trey impaled my hole one last time and held the position as I felt his dick start twitching inside me.  When we finally calmed down enough to breathe somewhat normally, my new lover collapsed on top of me and laid there like a limp noodle.  And speaking of limp noodles, his dick slowly returned to its normal size and slipped out of my hole, leaving me feeling empty.  After a few minutes, Trey rolled off me and lay flat on his back, panting like a dog who’d just run a couple miles.

I rolled to face him and draped an arm over his chest while kissing his cheek.  He smiled weakly, completely exhausted from our calisthenics.  Since I didn’t have an orgasm, I was still hard and began playing with his nipples, first the left and then the right.  With both of them pointing towards the ceiling, I let a hand slip down to his crotch where I started fondling his balls and dick. 

“Yeah, I know you want your turn,” he cracked.  “Give me a few more minutes, would ya?”

“Take all the time you need, Trey,” I replied just before taking his balls into my mouth and slathering them with spit.  My lover groaned in delight at my ministrations and those groans became even louder when I pushed his legs up and attacked his asshole with gusto.  In my sex-addled mind, I didn’t care a bit that shit came out of there because I knew between the pool, hot tub and everything we’d already done, it was now clean as a whistle.  I spent ten luscious minutes moving from his hole to his dick and back.  It took a little longer than I thought it would for him to recover, but soon enough, his dick was hard as a nail.

“Okay, dude, I’m ready,” he muttered happily.

“Ready for what,” I teased him.

“For you to make sweet passionate love to me,” he smiled.  ‘Thank you, Jesus’, I thought to myself as I retrieved the lotion bottle from the nightstand and began the preparations necessary for my first ever fuck.  After applying a fair amount to his backside, I dropped ample lotion on my dick and moved forward.  Before I made contact with my target, he said, “No need to take it easy, dude, just stick it all the way in.”

“I’m bigger than you are, Trey.  Won’t that hurt?”

“You may be bigger than me, bubba, but I’ve used carrots twice your size before, so I can take it.”  I’d never heard of anyone fucking themselves with a carrot, but there’s a lot of other shit I’d done tonight I’d never thought of before, either.  And Trey’s the boss right now so I followed his orders and slowly pushed forward until my sparse scattering of pubic hair was pressed into his butt cheeks.  “Oh christ, man, I knew I was gonna love having your cock inside me from the moment I laid eyes on it.  Fuck me, Tye, baby.”

I needed no other urging and immediately started doing as he commanded.  He winced a little bit the first few thrusts, but that soon ended and his face was filled with nothing but love as he gazed up at me.  Since it had been a while since my last orgasm, it didn’t take very long for me to reach the point of no return.  I was humping him so fast, I’m sure I looked like a crazed rabbit fucking his sweetie.  When the moment hit, I slammed into him one more time and didn’t move again until my dick quit spasming what seemed like five minutes later.  I’m sure it wasn’t near that long, but I didn’t have the foresight to set a timer to know for sure.

Completely wiped out, I rolled over onto my back taking Trey with me, my dick still plugged in his hole.  Once I softened enough to slip out, Trey moaned softly and sadly, “No, I want it back.”  I knew exactly how he felt and started giggling.  The humor must have been infectious because he joined me.  We laid there for a few minutes, holding each other tightly and kissing until it finally hit me how late it must be.

“I hate to do it, Trey, but I need to get back to my room.  If Dad wakes up and I’m not there, he’s gonna freak.”

“I wish you could stay the night here, Tye, but I understand,” he replied sadly.

“Uhm, do ya mind if I use your shower before I go?” I asked.  “I’d hate to go back smellin’ like sex.”

“Why, I kinda like the scent on you,” Trey joked.

“Well, I do, too, but I’m pretty sure Dad won’t appreciate it very much if he catches a whiff.”

“Fair point, goober,” he agreed with a smirk.  “Mind if I join ya?”

“I’ll be fuckin’ pissed if you don’t,” I retorted.

We climbed into the shower and proceeded to help each other clean up.  Of course, since neither of us can shoot yet, there really wasn’t much mess to wash away.  That sure didn’t stop us from having some fun while we were in there, though.  If anybody ever tells you a shower is quicker than a bath, then you know they’re showering alone.  Between all the splashing, giggling and playing around, we were in there way longer than any shower I’ve ever taken, even the ones where I’m taking care of some very personal business.  Sooner than either of us really wanted, we decided we weren’t gonna get any cleaner, turned off the water and climbed out to dry off.

Since the towel I’d used downstairs was still damp, I used one of Trey’s extras.  Once sufficiently dry, I wrapped it around my waist so I could get back to me and Dad’s room without pullin’ on a pair of still dripping trunks.  We stood just inside his door for a few minutes, sharing a hug and kiss and whimpering about the fact I was leaving in a few hours.  Neither of us wanted to let go of the other, but we knew it had to happen.

After separating, I looked into Trey’s eyes and softly said, “I love you, Trey.”

“Love you, too, Tye,” he replied sadly.

On that teary note, I grabbed the lever, opened the door and stepped out into the hall.  I stood there numbly for a moment before actually convincing my feet to start moving.  I’d managed to get about halfway down the hall to my own room when I heard a door open behind me and Trey whisper yelled, “Tye, get your ass back here.”

I immediately turned around to see Trey standing in the hallway stark naked, one foot firmly planted on the floor to hold his door open.  I hustled back to him as quickly as I could while holding my towel wrap in place to ensure I didn’t lose it along the way.  Once I’d draped my arms around him again, I whispered into his ear, “Jesus, what now?”

“I forgot to ask you somethin’ very important.”

“Well, spit it out, dumbass,” I cracked, throwing his own words from earlier back at him.

“When we get married, you takin’ my last name or am I takin’ yours?” he asked seriously.

“That depends on what your last name is.  I might not like it, ya know?” I joked.  It seemed unlikely since I loved everything else about Trey, but I was just hedging my bets.

“Well, I probably won’t like yours, either, smartass” he cracked back at me with a snicker.

“Bell?” I offered.

“Not bad.  Can you deal with Young?” he asked.

“Yeah, I think I can live with it,” I giggled.

“Good, ‘cause it’s the only last name I got,” Trey retorted.

“I think we should use both and hyphenate it,” I replied honestly.

He stood on his tiptoes so we could share another kiss and on separating, he commented, “Good thinkin’, hubby.  Love you.”

“Love you more,” I retorted before letting him go and turning away from my love yet again.

On reaching my own door, I tried to get inside as silently as possible to avoid waking the hopefully hibernating bruin within.  Unfortunately, luck was not on my side since I neglected to hold the lever down and the clank of the latch striking home was loud enough to wake the dead.  Dammit, why can’t they put silencers on those freakin’ things?  After stopping in the bathroom to hang up my towel and swimsuit, I aimed for my bed and what I hoped would be a good night’s sleep.

Seeing the old man was still curled up, I was hopeful to have somehow managed to dodge the bullet, but those hopes were quickly shot down.  I’d barely managed to settle my head on the pillows when Dad growled, “You wanna tell me where you’ve been all night?  It’s damn near two in the morning.”

With no way of avoiding the conversation, I leaned up, resting my head on my hand and answered, “Sorry, Pops.  I met a new friend in the pool, and we’ve been in his room watching TV and talking.  We were having so much fun, I just lost track of time.”  A bit of a fib, for sure, but the TV was on and we were definitely enjoying ourselves.

“You should have at least let me know where you were.”

“You’re right, I should have and am sorry I didn’t.  I promise it won’t happen again,” I offered lamely, hoping to bring a quick end to the discussion.

“It better not or it’s gonna be a long damn trip, kiddo.”

“Go back to sleep, Dad.  We’ve got another long day on the road ahead of us.  Love you, old man.”

He quietly muttered, “Love you, too, even if you are a pain in the ass sometimes,” before pulling the sheet back up to his shoulders and zoning back out.

I tried to go to sleep, too, but my mind was racing with more thoughts than I could keep up with.  I’m sure it was close to three or three-thirty before I was finally able to join Dad in Slumberville.  Of course, sleep alone wasn’t enough to shut down the ol’ brain and I had some very sweet dreams that night.  Most all of them were centered around living happily ever after with the boy god from down the hall.  Of course, Dad also figured prominently in my nighttime fantasies, always seeming to inject some serious kinks into whatever future Trey and I created for ourselves.

At seven-thirty, I was rudely awakened from one of the more interesting visions when the old man shook my shoulder.  I slowly opened my eyes to half-mast and found Dad looking down at me before greeting him with, “Yeah, I know, time to get up.”

“You don’t have to be in a big rush, buddy, ‘cause I think we’re gonna have to stay here another night.”

“What!?” I squeaked in surprise since I couldn’t imagine what had happened to delay continuing our trip for even an hour, let alone twenty-four of them.

“I’ve been up half the night with some, uhm, intestinal issues,” he moaned.  “Probably not a good day for me to be too far away from a bathroom.”

Immediately understanding his predicament, I asked “Any idea what brought that on?”

“One of two things,” he started.  “It was either that crap we ate for lunch yesterday or the stress I’ve been tryin’ to keep under control the past month.”

“What stress?” I asked with concern.

“Thinking about our trip and what might happen between us if we ever really talked to each other.”

“Yeah, I can understand that, but we’re cool, Dad.  My bet’s on that slop we shoveled down our throats.”

“Mine, too,” Dad agreed.  “I’ve been stressed before and it’s never affected me this way.”

“You need me to get you anything?”

“Well, some Imodium might be a good idea.  You mind checkin’ at the front desk to see if they have any available or if they know some place nearby to get some?”

“Yeah, I can do that,” I agreed.  “Let me get dressed and I’ll go down right now.”  I jumped out of bed and shuffled off to the bathroom for my first visit of the day.  Of course, the big difference between today and all our yesterdays is I made no attempt to hide my regular morning boner from the old man.  Drained and softened, I came back into the room, grabbed my suitcase from the corner and plopped it on the bed to pull out some clean clothes.  Once presentable to the public, I turned back to the miserable looking man perched precariously on the edge of his bed and asked, “You want me to bring you anything from the cheesy breakfast downstairs?”

“Oh, god, no.  I think an empty system is gonna be easier to deal with than a leaky one,” he joked weakly.  “But if you see something down there you want, go ahead.”

“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” I offered as I grabbed a keycard and headed downstairs.  On seeing they had all the basics laid out for breakfast, I whipped up a waffle, grabbed a syrup dispenser and some butter before settling in at a table next to a window.  I’d just taken my first bite when the love of my life appeared, looking like an angel sent from heaven.  I gave him a quick wave to let him know I was there and soon enough, he joined me with his own waffle.

“Mornin’, sweet pea,” he whispered before planting a kiss on my cheek and taking the chair next to me.

“Mornin’ to you, too, sweetheart,” I cracked.

“How’s it hangin’?” he asked with a smirk.

“Well, about half-mast before you showed up, but not no more” I joked.

“It’s not gonna pop out and create a scene is it,” Trey asked warily.

“Nope, wearin’ my boxer briefs today so it’s under control.  Well, not so much under control, really, but at least it’s hidden from the perverts and gawkers,” I laughed.

“What if I wanted to gawk at it?” he pushed.

“Later, fool, when we’re alone.”

“And just when the hell’s that gonna happen?  Thought you were hittin’ the road soon.”

“Well, we were supposed to, but Dad’s not feelin’ well, so we’re stayin’ until tomorrow.”

“Sweet!” Trey enthused.

“Sh-h-h-h!” I hissed.  “People are gonna start starin’.”

“You think I give a shit what other people think?” he asked seriously.

“Obviously not,” I answered.

“Dude, if I wanted to screw you on the table right now in front of everybody, I’d freakin’ do it,” he whispered.  “And if those people don’t like it, they don’t have to watch, do they?” he continued with a crooked smirk.

“No, I guess not,” I smiled.  “Hey, you wanna meet my dad when we’re done?”

“Sure,” he immediately agreed.  “Be a good idea to get to know my future father-in-law.”

“Then let’s finish up and get movin’,” I mumbled as I stuffed the last two bites into my mouth.  Once we were both finished, we policed our table to make sure it was clean for the next person.  On the way across the lobby, I told Trey, “I need to stop at the desk and see if they have some Imodium for the old man.”

“Don’t bother,” he retorted.  “We’ll just get some from Mom’s room.”

“You sure she’s got some?”

“Never leaves home without it,” he giggled.  That settled, we boarded the elevator for a quick trip to the third floor.  Trey zipped into his mom’s room to grab the medicine for Dad, then went into his own to pick up his skimpy swimsuit.  “Thought we could hit the pool this mornin’.  Sound good to you?”

“Can’t think of anything I’d rather do,” I answered.

“Really, dude?  With all the possibilities available to us today, the pool’s the best you can come up with?” Trey asked, feigning dejection.

“Well, not the best, obviously,” I offered, “but it’ll be hard for you to meet Dad if we’re in your room all day long and screwin’ our brains out, don’t ya think?”

“Good point, goofball,” he admitted with a little giggle.  “Oh, and you shoulda probably said ‘difficult’ instead of ‘hard’, ‘specially since we’re both hard right now,” he added with a hearty laugh.

As we strolled down the hall to my room, I asked, “Hey, wanna help me put a smile on the old man’s face?”

“Sure, sounds like he could use a little pick me up,” Trey agreed.

“Then, after I go in, stick your foot in the door to keep it from closing all the way and wait to come in until I cough,” I relayed in a whisper.  “Then, once you two have met, we can change and head down to the pool.”

“Sounds like a plan to me, Tye,” he snickered, sensing I was up to something devious.

I let myself into the room and waited until I heard the door bump Trey’s foot before taking the Imodium to Dad.  He was sitting up in bed and watching TV, still naked and uncovered.  After handing the bottle to him, he got up to go to the bathroom just as I knew he would.  He never takes any kind of liquid medicine without a drink of water to wash any possible nasty flavor out of his mouth.  Just as he reached the halfway point between bed and bathroom, I let go with a cough so loud that it was probably heard at the front desk.  Dad spun around to check on me just as the door opened and Trey silently slipped inside.

While the boy god was giving me a thumbs up behind the old man’s back, Dad asked, “You’re not gettin’ sick, too, are you son?”

“Nah, I’m fine,” I replied.

“Glad to hear it,” he muttered before resuming his trip to the bathroom.  On spying the stranger standing just inside the door, he froze and blurted, “Who the fuck are you?”  Suddenly realizing he was exposing himself to a minor who wasn’t his son, he turned back towards me and attempted to cover his crotch while hustling back to his bed.  Once reseated and when all potentially questionable body parts were hidden under the sheet he’d hastily pulled over himself, he gawked at the newcomer while yelling, “What the hell do you think you’re doin’, Tye!?”

Finally taking half a second to actually focus on the kid who now stood by my side with his arm around my waist, Dad’s eyes lit up with wonder.  Seemingly stunned to incoherence at who was with me, he muttered dumbly while glancing back and forth between the two of us, “Wait … isn’t that … how the … what the hell’s goin’ on, son?”

“Oh, yeah,” I laughed.  “Dad, I want you to meet my new friend, Trey.  Trey, my dad, Doug Bell.” 

Trey stepped over, held out a hand and greeted him politely with, “Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Bell.”

“Uhm, nice to meet you, too, Trey,” Dad sputtered in confusion while giving the requisite handshake to the youngster.  Once they let go of each other, Trey slid back smoothly to retake his position at my side.  Dad then glared at me and growled, “You got some ‘splainin’ to do, boy.” 

Feeling Dad’s wrath growing, I tried to calm him with, “I told you about meetin’ Trey last night or were you too out of it to remember?”

“Oh, I remember that part clearly enough.  What I seem to have forgotten, though, was you tellin’ me I was gonna be meetin’ him first thing this morning, kiddo.”

“Well, that was just luck on my part,” I chuckled.  “Trey came down for breakfast while I was finishin’ my own.  When I told him I needed to check at the front desk for some Imodium for ya, he offered to get the stash his mom always has.  And since we want to go back to the pool this mornin’, it seemed like the perfect opportunity for you two to meet.”

“That’s all fine and dandy, Tye, but you should have at least given me some warning we were going to have company so I had a chance to be decent.”

“Sorry, Mr. Bell,” Trey intervened, “but that’s all my fault.”  As soon as he said it, he turned on a set of the droopiest and saddest puppy dog eyes that could make the most hardened of human hearts melt in an instant.

“I’m not blaming you, Trey,” Dad offered softly before adding, “but Tye knows better than to spring surprises on me.  Especially this morning of all mornings, what with the problem I’m dealing with.”

Trey and I sat on the edge of my bed and he prodded me, “You didn’t tell him the good news last night, did ya?”

“Uhm, no.”

“Good, ‘cause I wanted to be right here with you when he hears it,” Trey giggled.

“What’re you two goin’ on about,” Dad asked with confusion.  “We’re stuck here for another day because of my issue.  That is not good news in my book, boys.”

“It doesn’t have anything to do with that, Dad, believe me,” I replied.  I looked to my partner in crime and asked, “You wanna tell him?”

“Naw, he’s your dad, I think you should be the one to bring him up to date on the latest developments.”

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right.”  I turned back to Dad and with a huge smile plastered across my face, said, “Dad, Trey’s not just my new friend, he’s my, uhm, fiancé.”

I have to give the old fart kudos for his reaction to my announcement.  He didn’t bat an eye before retorting, “Jesus, I just hope neither of you’re pregnant and it’s one of those ‘we have to get married’ types of weddings.”  All three of us cracked up on that and it took us a while to calm back down before we could continue any kind of conversation.

I did tell ya that Trey was witty, right?  Well, he proved it in that moment when he joked, “To be honest with ya, Mr. Bell, we tried like hell to make that happen last night, but I’m pretty sure neither time took.” 

I thought the old fart was gonna go apoplectic on us at that point, but he straightened right up and stammered, “Wait, you two are really serious about this?”  Trey and I noticed Dad trying to push what we’re sure was a hard cock down between his legs so the sheet wouldn’t give him away.  We kept our mouths shut about that particular development for the moment, though.

“As a heart attack, Dad.  I love Trey and he loves me, and we make each other happy.  You said last night that’s what’s important, right?” I quizzed him seriously.

“Of course, it is.  I just didn’t expect you to suddenly forget the last six or seven years of denying yourself the truth about who you really are and then go out and find your fiancé in six or seven hours,” he muttered in disbelief.

“Well, I didn’t either, Dad, but that’s exactly what happened.  When I saw Trey at Smokey Bones last night, I knew he was the one.  And then when I realized the kid gettin’ in the hot tub with me was the same one, it was Karma smilin’ down on me.”

“Same for me, Mr. Bell,” Trey voiced sincerely.  “When you guys walked out last night, I thought I’d never ever get to see Tye again and my heart sank like the Titanic.  But when I saw him in the hot tub, I knew my stars were aligned just right for my wildest dreams to finally come true.”

I know Dad was flabbergasted at what he was hearing, but he somehow managed to hold it together.  “That’s a lot to digest in one sitting, fellas, especially with the way I’m feeling this morning, but if you’re truly that serious about each other, I’ll do everything in my power to make it come true.  When it’s appropriate, that is.”

“What, you mean I have to wait another six years to make an honest man out of him?” Trey groaned in defeat while pointing a finger at me.

“Oh, what will the neighbors say when the baby’s born?” I added with a hearty laugh causing the other two to crack up again.  After we were ready to be serious again, I broached the subject I’d been dreading since I dropped Dad’s big secret to Trey last night.

“Uhm, there’s one more thing I need to tell you, Dad,” I started with hesitancy filling in the blank spaces in my preamble.

“What’s that?” he asked with concern.

“Well, you remember all the stuff we talked about last night and how I swore I’d keep it between us?”  I waited for the terse nod I was sure would come before continuing.  “Well, I hate to tell you, but I broke that promise last night.”

“Jesus Christ, Tye, what the hell were you thinking?” Dad moaned in utter defeat, holding his head in his hands.

“Really, Dad, it’s fine.”

“How can you possibly say and believe that, Tye?” he argued.  “One moment of weakness from anybody who knows that is all it takes for me to end up dead in a prison cell somewhere.”

“We both swear we’ll never tell another living soul, right, Trey?” I commented while elbowing him in the ribs, receiving a quick and earnest nod of agreement.

“How am I supposed to trust that when you spilled your guts to a total stranger less than six hours after I told you?”

“Well, in all fairness, Mr. Bell, we weren’t really total strangers when he blabbed,” Trey countered calmly.  “I mean, we’d already felt each other up several times and were getting ready to go for broke when this dingdong sang like a canary.”

“Not helpin’, dude,” I muttered.

In an effort to convince Dad that everything really was cool between the three of us, Trey leaned forward and said, “Let me tell ya ‘bout Coach, sir …”  He spent the next thirty minutes explaining the last several years of his life to the old man.  I watched Dad closely as Trey relayed essentially the same story he’d shared with me the night before.  In keeping my eyes focused on him and knowing Dad as well as I do, I could see him rapidly moving through what I now call the five stages of enlightenment.

First appeared to be denial, not believing a kid could fully understand the truth about himself at the tender age of seven-and-a-half.  Second up was anger, I assume at Coach trying to take advantage of a youth that was his responsibility to protect from such things.  Third, of course, was bargaining, placing himself in Coach’s position and knowing exactly how the man felt.  Next up was depression, feeling sad at understanding Coach’s refusal to give into his basest desires.  The fifth and final stage was a complete understanding and acceptance of Trey as a young man who truly knows who he is and what he wants.

Adequately mollified with Trey’s confession, Dad looked to me and said, “You made the right decision to tell Trey about me, Tye.  Seeing how serious you two are about each other, keeping my secret from him could have turned out to be disastrous for both of you when it came out later.”

Trey and I both nodded our agreement and Trey quickly asked, “Does that mean I can start callin’ you Dad now?”

The old man chuckled and replied, “You might as well, kiddo.”

“Thanks, Dad,” I breathed with a huge sigh of relief.  “I’m glad you’re not pissed at me.” 

All three of us shared a quick hug and when we let go of each other, Dad said, “Now, why don’t you two rascals get changed and hit the pool?  I know you can’t wait to dive in.”  With his permission, Trey and I peeled off our shirts, kicked off shoes and dropped our shorts right there.  Dad sat there goggled-eyed as we performed a striptease for him.  Despite the two of us facing my bed as we lost our clothes, Dad couldn’t help himself and let loose with a moan of wanton desire just before we grabbed our swimsuits.

“You say somethin’, Dad?” I asked with a snicker while looking over my shoulder.

Trey quickly glanced over his shoulder, laughed at the expression on Dad’s face and commented, “I think he likes looking at our cute asses, bubba.  Has he been a good boy?” the munchkin asked, looking back at me.

“ ‘Bout as good as he gets,” I snickered.

“What say we get a little closer so he can memorize every pore?”  No more discussion was necessary as we backed up three steps.  The old man wasted no time in reaching over and cupping our butts with his hands.  Even if we hadn’t already been sporting full boners, we sure would have had them by the time we stepped away and picked up our swimsuits.  I looked over my shoulder again and saw Dad massaging a large lump in his lap.

Looking back to Trey, I asked, “Hey, don’t you think it’s kinda mean of us to tease him like that?”

“A little bit, maybe,” Trey agreed.

“Think we should give the good boy an extra treat before we hit the pool?” I asked while signaling a spin with my hand in front of my chest so Dad couldn’t see it.  With a quick nod from my love, we turned back around and waggled our hips just a bit to make our dicks bounce around.

“Oh, Jesus, you two are perfectly fuckin’ delicious,” Dad whispered with serious admiration.

“Yeah, we know, Dad,” Trey quipped with a crooked grin.  Of course, his eyes went straight to Dad’s hand that was still seriously manipulating the sheet and what was hiding under it.  Mr. smarty-pants quickly added, “Uhm, you might want to take it a little easy on that thing and get some rest while we’re downstairs, Mr. B.”

“Yeah, why’s that, Trey?” he asked as he pulled his hand away from his crotch and allowed his hardness to push the sheet up at an awkward angle.

“ ‘Cause when Tye and me are done swimmin’, we’re probably gonna be really tired and need some help in the shower,” Trey offered with a twinkle his eyes before adding, “You know anyone who’d be willin’ to volunteer for such a dirty job?”

“I have just the guy for ya, boys,” Dad grinned madly.

“Yeah, I bet you do, old man,” I retorted with a smirk as I pulled my shorts up and tied the string.  Trey followed suit and his tiny-ass Speedo was soon in place.  “Jesus, dude, that’s obscene,” I blurted on seeing his sweet and obvious bulge straining for release.

“That’s not what you said last night, jerk,” he retorted.  “It was ‘delightful’ then, but now it’s ‘obscene’ for some reason.  I wish to fuck you’d make up your mind.”

“It’s only obscene when other people can see it,” I whispered in his ear.

“Well, at least there’s some kinda logic to your argument,” he grinned.

I looked back to Dad and saw he was a bit sad at us for putting his new toys away, but reminded him, “Take your medicine and get some sleep, Dad.  We’ll be back in a while and you’re gonna need your rest.”  On that note, Trey and I grabbed a couple dry towels from the bathroom and left the old man alone.  Once in the elevator and as I wrapped my towel around my waist, I asked, “You really gonna walk through the lobby like that?”

“Why not?” Trey asked.  “I do it all the time at swim meets.”

“Some folks might think you’re advertising,” I giggled as the elevator stopped on the second floor and a couple joined us for the rest of the ride to the first, surprise filling their faces on seeing Trey and the swelling he was proudly displaying.

“They might think that but it ain’t for sale,” Trey countered with his towel still draped around his neck.  “You, however, can have it as much as you want for nothin’.”  I wasn’t really shocked by his comeback but was embarrassed beyond belief he’d said it in front of two complete strangers.  Fortunately, I could tell the lady was trying to hide her laughter thanks to the way she was holding her sides and shaking silently.  As for the guy, he was seemingly dumbfounded to hear a kid talking so openly and boldly.

When the doors opened on the first floor, the couple hustled out and aimed for the front desk to check out.  Trey and I ambled slowly across the lobby and past the breakfast area, several people openly glaring at us as we strolled by.  Well, to be honest, they were glaring at Trey and not me.  I just happened to be in the vicinity of the boy god who was soaking up all the attention.  On reaching the pool, we dropped our towels on a couple of chairs and jumped in, joining the few other morning swimmers.  We spent about a half hour lolling about in the pool between brief skirmishes of playing grabass before climbing out and heading for the empty hot tub. 

After taking a seat facing the few swimmers to keep tabs on them, Trey immediately lost his bikini (what else could I call it?) and dropped it over our shoulders outside the tub.  He looked to me expectantly and asked, “You losin’ yours, today?”

“Not with them around, I’m not,” I answered while pointing to the pool.

“Chicken!” he howled in laughter.

“Guess I’m not like you when it comes to being buck naked ‘round strangers,” I muttered.

“Oh well, your loss, bubba.”

“Hey, I want to ask you ‘bout somethin’ you said last night,” I prompted.  “You said you and your mom are moving somewhere outside Chicago, right?  Do you know where?”

“I think the name of the place is Huffman Estates or somethin’ like that.”

“Wait!?  You mean Hoffman Estates?” I asked.

“Yeah, I guess so.  Why?” he asked with confusion about my excitement.

“Oh my god!  We live in Schaumburg!”

“Whoopee?” Trey questioned, idly twirling a finger in mock enthusiasm.

“Dude, we’re practically gonna be next-door neighbors.”

“Hot fuckin’ damn!” he chirped happily.  “We could be with each other every day, couldn’t we?”

“All depends on where in Hoffman Estates you’re gonna be.  It’s a pretty big ‘burb.”

“Well, I’ll find out from Mom when we go back upstairs.”

“Wherever it is, I need to get your phone number,” I demanded.

“I need yours, too, goober.  That way we can still stay in touch if we aren’t that close,” Trey replied.

“Snag your phone when we go back up and we’ll trade contact info.”

“Uhm, it may be a while before I can do that,” he mumbled.

“Why?  Your room’s right down the hall.”

“Well, duh!” he laughed.  “The problem is the card to get in it is in your room right now.”

“So?  What’s that got to do with it?”

“Oh Tye, you really are a dimbulb sometimes.”  Seeing my look of dejection at his cheap shot, he quickly added with a crooked smirk, “You really think your old man’s gonna let either of us outta his sight or hands once we get there?”  I laughed aloud at his keen perception of the potential situation we’d be returning to and he snickered, “Yep, my thoughts exactly.”

“You worried about it?” I asked seriously.

“Not a bit, boy-o.  In fact, I’m really looking forward to it and can hardly wait,” he grinned madly.

“Me, too,” I agreed readily.  “I’ve wanted to show Dad how much I love him for years, just never thought I’d get the chance to actually do it.”

“He’s gonna get his mind blown big time today, Tye,” Trey giggled before adding, “assuming, that is, he keeps his brain in the little head.”

“Oh, it’s always been down there, Trey, he was just too scared to let the little head overrule the big one.”

“Well, we’re gonna fix that problem, ain’t we, sweet pea?”

“Yup,” I agreed wholeheartedly.

The two of us spent the next hour and a half alternating between the pool and hot tub.  Of course, Trey would struggle to pull his bikini on under the water of the hot tub so he wouldn’t offend anyone or end up on candid camera, again.  We sure didn’t need a repeat of what had happened last night.  He didn’t much like it but understood we weren’t at one of his swim meets where random acts of nudity were fairly commonplace.

When we were finally worn out to the point of collapse, we dried off, wrapped towels around our waists and headed back upstairs.  Trey, of course, nonchalantly stripped off his suit and wrung the excess water out of it before aiming for the door.  As we passed by the front desk, we overheard the manager on the phone whining and begging someone to come in tonight to cover Johnny’s shift since he seemed to have disappeared overnight, wasn’t answering his phone and couldn’t be found.  We kept our laughter at his predicament to ourselves until the elevator door closed behind us. 

Once alone, though, all bets were off and we doubled over in hilarity, laughing our asses off all the way to the third floor.  When the doors opened, we ambled slowly down to the hallway to whatever fate awaited us.  We were eager to see what would happen next, but also a bit nervous.  Despite years of waiting to indulge our secret desires with an adult, we couldn’t help but wonder if our deepest fantasies could or would actually live up to reality.  We’d find out soon enough, I suppose, since we’d reached the door where the old man was patiently awaiting our return.

After closing the door behind us and engaging the deadbolt lock to ensure housekeeping couldn’t come in and interrupt anything interesting, we stepped into the bathroom to dispose of our towels and swimsuits before turning back for the room.  Dad was sitting up in bed watching TV, sheet up to his waist, but he quickly lost interest in what was on the boob tube when he turned to intently focus all his attention on the two naked boys with boners strutting towards him.

Trey stepped right up to the edge of the bed, climbed up and planted a little kiss on the old man’s cheek, asking, “You feelin’ any better, Mr. B.?”

“Yeah, and even more so now that you two are here,” he answered.  “You guys ready for your shower?” he asked eagerly, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

“Actually, Dad, we’re pretty wiped out and thought we’d lay down for a while,” I answered.

“Well, if that’s what you want to do, I can’t stop ya,” he responded morosely, losing the cheesy grin that had been plastered across his face.

As if reading my mind, Trey commanded, “Then scoot your ass over to the middle of this monster bed and make some room for us, dude.”  The old man’s grin returned in full force as he tossed the sheet out of the way and made the required adjustment. 

While Trey climbed in on his right side, I grabbed the pillows from my bed then scurried around to the old man’s left and climbed in.  With only a few minor wiggles, the two of us were snuggled up at his sides, our heads resting on the big guy’s shoulders and we each had a leg draped over one of his meaty thighs.  After we were settled in place, Dad’s hands found their way to our backs, and he was lightly dragging his fingers across our skin, sending shivers of sensuality throughout our bodies.  I think it’s pretty safe to say all three of us were exactly where we wanted to be in that particular moment and more importantly, entwined together with the people we love the most. 

Trey was soon allowing a hand to roam aimlessly through the forest of dark hair on Dad’s chest while I let mine slide down to his gut to do the same there.  Of course, all three of us had boners long before we’d crawled into bed together and Trey’s and mine were buried in Dad’s sides where we could keep them in that state with just an occasional minor shifting of our hips.  As for Dad, his cock was proudly standing at a forty-five-degree angle above his freshly trimmed bush, bouncing lightly in sync with the beat of his heart.  When Trey stuck out his tongue and began licking and lightly nibbling on one of Dad’s quarter-sized nipples, the old man released a moan of ecstasy.  I went after the other one with serious gusto and both were soon as erect as the three dicks in the room. 

Trey kept eyeing the hard monster just inches away from our faces and finally begged, “Can we, Dad?”

“You really don’t need to ask silly questions like that, Trey,” Dad chuckled.

“Yes, I do, Mr. B.  If I didn’t have permission, it would be considered assault,” Trey retorted logically.  “Least, that’s what Coach always told me.”

“Like Tye and I agreed last night, if the parties involved are willing, it can’t be abuse, rape or assault, kiddo.”

“So, you’re open to anything, are ya?” Trey grinned lasciviously.

“You bet, boys, have at it,” he replied immediately.

No more coaxing was needed as we wrapped our hands around the monster before us.  Trey took the top half, gathering up the slime leaking from the bulbous mushroom head while I greedily accepted the bottom half which allowed me to play with his hefty balls between strokes.  Dad could do nothing but let his head flop backward and sigh contentedly as we attacked him.  Soon enough, Trey decided his hand wasn’t gonna be enough for him and moved his head further down Dad’s gut so he could lap up the slick stuff as soon as it appeared at the tap. 

Seeing Dad’s reaction to Trey’s mouth getting into the action, I let go of his shaft and crawled between the old man’s legs so I could start lapping at his balls.  After seeing how much Trey relished it last night, I was sure the old man would appreciate a tongue bath, too.  Shortly after opening my mouth wide and pulling half his sack and a skin encased nut into my mouth, I slid a hand under the old man’s ass.  After spreading his cheeks a bit, I started playing with his hole.  He was thrashing about wildly the more Trey and I worked him over and we were both loving his reactions to our efforts.  And if he was anything like I was, I knew he was getting really close to erupting. 

“Trey, you may want to back up a bit, I think he’s about to pop,” I warned.  He heeded my words and quickly moved his face out of the line of fire while maintaining the rapid stroking of the hard cock wrapped in his hot little hands.  With the love of my life safe from being plastered, I inserted a finger inside Dad’s tight hole and started wiggling it around.  It must have been the right action at the right moment as within thirty seconds of doing so, the old man was wildly uttering things like, ‘oh fuck’, ‘hell yeah’, ‘jesus christ’ and finally ‘I’m cumming’ just before he started shooting spunk all over himself.

The first shot almost clipped his chin, but missed and landed on his throat where it ran down both sides of his neck.  The second shot hit his left nipple, the third a few inches below that and the fourth practically filled his navel before it trailed off to a dribble.  Trey wasted no time in attacking his throat to keep the goo from getting to the sheet while it was my turn to take care of the leaky tap.  I was surprised to find out the taste wasn’t totally disgusting and once the mushroom head was clean as a whistle, I dropped my head down to clean out his belly button and the next spot up his body while Trey, of course, moved from his neck to the defiled nipple.

When I returned to the swollen cock head hovering over my ear to pick up the last dribble that had oozed out, Dad winced and moaned, “Oof, too tender, son.”

“Sorry, Dad,” I immediately apologized.

“No worries, buddy,” he reassured me.  “It’s something you’ll learn in due time,” he panted as he tried to recover from the mind-blowing orgasm he’d just experienced.  “Jesus, you two sure know how to show a guy a good time.”

“Thanks, Mr. B.,” Trey replied happily.  “It was fun for us, too, ya know.”

“I’m glad to hear that, Trey.  Now, what are we gonna do about those?” Dad asked while pointing to our still hard dicks.  “Just wouldn’t be fair to leave you two dancin’ in the wind like that.”

“Well, they ain’t goin’ away by themselves,” I laughed.

“Mind if I make a request?” Dad asked hesitantly.  After receiving nods from both Trey and me, he continued with, “From what Trey said earlier, it sounds like you two experimented with anal sex last night.”  Again, we both eagerly nodded agreement so he added, “Would you like to show me how it’s done so when it’s my turn, I know what I’m doing?”

“Oh, yeah, you bet, Dad” Trey replied with enthusiasm.  “Get the hand lotion, Tye,” he commanded, “and I’ll get in position for ya.”  I zipped into the bathroom to follow my orders and by the time I got back to the bed, Trey was on his hands and knees, ass held up in the air and waiting for me.  I clambered back onto the bed and quickly took up a kneeling position behind him.  Pouring some of the lotion on my fingers, I started applying it around and in his tight hole.  Trey was moaning in anticipation while I got him ready and when I decided it was time to go for it, I dribbled some more lotion in my palm before slathering it on my dick. 

Just as I was about to move into place, Dad interrupted with, “I like where this is headin’, you two, but I’d like to ask for a small change in position.”  Glaring at him in exasperation for the horribly timed intermission, he quickly added, “Trey, why don’t you slide toward the foot of the bed just a little bit more.”  He’d shifted about a foot when the old man called out, “Perfect.”

“Can I get started now?” I begged.

“Hang on another sec, Tye,” he commanded.  “One more minor adjustment before you get plugged in, okay?”  As I impatiently waited for my signal to go ahead, Dad had Trey raise up on his knees then positioned himself so when Trey came back down on all fours, his cock was lined up with Dad’s mouth and Dad’s cock was floating in front of Trey’s face.  Finally understanding his dirty little plan, I agreed it was worth waiting a few seconds for the proper arrangements to be made.  Little did I realize his full intentions until well after he said I was good to go.

After receiving the okay to finally get down to business, I crawled back up behind Trey and moved into the proper position behind my lover, making sure I didn’t ram a knee into Dad’s head in the process.  After lining my dick up with Trey’s hole and following his instructions from last night, I pushed forward and impaled him with no mercy.  Trey bucked at the rapid intrusion, but also groaned loudly with anticipation of what was to follow.  After starting to slowly hump my baby, Dad swallowed Trey’s cock and balls in one fell swoop, immediately transporting the startled boy god to Nirvana.  With Dad’s cock in front of his face, Trey started sucking on the fat knob, somehow managing to also take the first couple of inches of the thick shaft into his mouth with it.  Now it was Dad’s turn to moan loudly with wanton desire.

I was trying to pace myself, making my own obscene utterances along the way, determined to stretch out this session of lovemaking for as long as I could possibly hold on.  Unfortunately, I was so freakin’ horned up after finally being able to freely and openly play with Dad with my fiancé right there with me, I realized I wasn’t going to be able to last for long.  All too soon, I could feel my balls beginning to draw up tight to my body and knew the moment of truth was about to hit.  Dad must have sensed what was about to happen as that’s when he decided to put his devious but delightful plan into action.

With one hand, he reached between my thrusting thighs and grabbed my balls.  I had no choice but to slow things down when he was so severely restricting my movements.  To add yet another shock to my already hypersensitive system, I felt a spit-slickened fingertip briefly touch my hole before it was unceremoniously shoved into me to the hilt.  “OH, MY FUCKIN’ GOD!” I squelched when the rogue invader bumped into something inside me I never knew existed. 

I tossed my head back as a whole host of new sensations ran roughshod through every nerve fiber in my body.  Thanks to Dad, I managed to hang on a couple more minutes before I couldn’t stand the sweet suffering any longer and slammed my dick into Trey’s tight hole one last time and froze in that position.  Trey must have hit the wall at the same moment since I could feel his sphincter rhythmically clamping and releasing my spastically twitching pecker.  When the two of us finally returned to earth, we collapsed on the bed totally spent, one on each side of the old man.

All three of us remained sprawled across the bed for quite a while though I have to admit I have no idea how long it actually was since I seem to have somehow been disconnected from my regular space-time continuum.  If what just took place between me, Trey and Dad is how life can actually be from now on, all I can say is bring it on, baby.  I’ve waited way too long to be able to show how much I truly love my dad to lose that now.  And to be able to do so with my lover and future husband with us was just icing on the cake.

After a while, the old man shook our legs that were on each side of his head and asked with a chuckle, “You guys ready for that shower now?”

Trey leaned up, a few splatters of whitish fluid dotting his face, and replied with a smirk, “I could sure use one, Dad.”

“Well, let’s hop in and then we can go get something to eat afterward.  Sound good?” Dad asked.

“Make it so, old man,” I offered as I rolled off my side of the bed and headed for the bathroom.  On the way, I glanced at the clock on the nightstand and saw the time was eleven-thirty, so we’d been busy entertaining ourselves for about an hour.  Again, having lost all ability to track the passage of time, it seemed a lot longer to me than it actually was.  With all of us in the bathroom, Dad commented, “It’ll be a bit snug with all three of us at one time, but we can make it work and I think it’ll be quicker than three separate showers.”

Trey and I both laughed out loud, and I retorted, “Oh, we won’t save a bit of time, Dad.”

“Why do I get the feeling you’re speaking from experience?” Dad queried with a smirk.

“ ‘Cause we tried it last night, Mr. B, and it definitely took longer than normal with two of us in there.  Can’t imagine how long it’ll be with all three of us,” Trey giggled.

“It’s a risk I’m willin’ to take, boys,” Dad smiled.  “You in first, Tye, then Trey.  We’ll get Trey cleaned up first, then you two can swap places and Tye goes second.  That leaves me third in the rotation.”  ‘This sounds like it’s gonna be fun,’ I thought to myself as I climbed in and turned on the water.

As it turned out, Trey and I were right.  When the three of us finally stepped out of the shower some forty-five minutes later, seven or eight regular people could have run through a shower.  Of course, Trey and I needed a little extra time to wash away the mess created after we somehow managed to get the old man to shoot a third load all over us as we soaped up and cleaned his cock and balls.  Guess you should never take a shower with a loaded gun.  So yeah, we definitely had some serious fun, too.  After drying each other off, we returned to the room to get dressed. 

As Trey was pulling on his shorts, he asked, “Hey, Mr. B., would it be okay if my mom goes with us?”

“I think that’s a great idea, Trey,” Dad answered.  “We’ll wait down in the lobby for you.”

“You’ll probably be waiting a while ‘cause it takes her forever to get ready to go anywhere,” Trey giggled while grabbing his shirt and slipping it into position.

“No worries, buddy.  We won’t leave without you.”  After getting his shoes on, Trey hustled out the door to roust his mom.

With just Dad and I in the room, I settled on the edge of my bed to retrieve my shoes, looked at Dad and asked seriously, “So, was it as much fun as you dreamed it’d be?”

“All that and more, Tye,” he grinned happily.

“It was for us, too,” I smiled back at him.  “I’m just sad it took the two of us this long to know how we really felt about each other.”

“Well, no more worries about that, kiddo,” he replied.  “Maybe we can make up for some lost time,” he added wistfully.

“Bet on it, old man,” I giggled.  “Hope you’re up for it.”

“In more ways than one, Tye,” he snickered with an evil grin. 

With my shoes now on my feet where they belonged, I stepped over and wrapped Dad in a hug before stretching up on my tippy-toes to give him a kiss.  When we finally broke apart, I whispered, “I really love you, Dad.”

“I love you too, son, more than you could ever know,” he replied softly.

“I’m glad we were finally honest with each other last night.  At least neither of us has to hide our true feelings for each other anymore.”

“I hope that won’t create any problems between you and Trey,” he commented seriously.

I couldn’t help but laugh before retorting, “Pretty sure we’re safe on that account, Dad, since it looks like you and Trey are fallin’ in love with each other, too.”

“Maybe,” he hedged with a grin.  “You sure know how to pick ‘em, boy.”

“Funny, that’s what coach said to Trey last night,” I giggled.

“Wait, is coach here, too?” Dad queried with concern.

“Naw, Trey just called him to get some help fixing a little problem.”

“Phew,” Dad breathed in relief.  “I sure wouldn’t want to come between the two of them.”  What I said finally clicked and the old man asked, “Wait, what problem?”

“We’ll tell ya ‘bout that later, Pops,” I replied, hoping to stave off any serious questions at the moment. 

To his credit, Dad didn’t argue the point right now, but did retort, “I can’t wait to hear it.”

“Well, we better get downstairs.  Don’t want to keep Trey and his mom waiting, do we?” I commented as I turned and headed for the door.  Once in the hallway, Dad draped an arm across my shoulder and I wrapped one of mine around his waist.  We remained locked together all the way down to the comfy couch in the lobby where I could keep an eye on the elevator.  I was feeling quite nervous to be meeting Trey’s mom, but if she was anything like him, I had no doubt in my mind we’d all get along just fine.

While we waited, I pulled out my phone and started playing my stupid word game to keep my mind from running wild.  Oh, don’t get me wrong, it was still zipping along at a hundred miles an hour, but not much faster than that for once.  After about twenty minutes, I heard the ding of the elevator arriving and slid forward on the couch in anticipation of seeing the love of my life again.  The door wasn’t even halfway open before Trey charged out at full-tilt boogie and made a beeline for Dad and me, followed by woman who looked very unsure of the situation she was walking into.  Despite the glower on her face, she appeared to be a very pretty woman, not that I’m what anybody would consider to be an expert on that.  No sooner had Trey joined us than we’d wrapped each other in a hug and shared a small kiss.  On seeing the affection the two of us obviously had for each other, his mom’s features softened considerably from the rather stern appearance she’d had when she stepped out of the elevator.

When she finally reached the three of us, Trey stepped to her side and said, “Mom, I want you to meet my fiancé, Tye, and his dad, Doug.  Guys, this is my mom, Kayla.”

Dad stepped forward to shake her hand and offered, “Pleasure to meet you, Kayla.  Glad you could join us for lunch.”

I followed the old man’s example, greeting her with, “Hi, Mrs. Young, nice to meetcha.”

“It’s good to meet you two, also,” she replied hesitantly, as if unsure she was speaking the truth.  “Seems you two’ve been keeping Trey pretty well entertained last night and this morning,” Kayla added with a wink.  Suddenly concerned about just how much Trey may have told his mom, Dad and I shared a quick nervous glance.  Seeing our reaction, she quickly continued with a serene smile, “Don’t worry, boys, your secret’s safe with me.  Well, shall we go?” she added cheerfully.

“Uhm, yeah, good idea,” Dad muttered numbly.  “I found a place only about a block away that should work well.  Is it okay if we walk?”

“Sounds good, Doug.  Lead the way.”

On that note, Dad being the gentleman he is, offered up an elbow and Kayla graciously wrapped her hand around it before they headed towards the front door.  As for Trey and me, we snagged each other’s hands and held on to each other tightly as we played follow the leader.  True to his word, just a block away from the AmericInn was a place called Angus Burgers and Shakes which seemed perfect for Trey and me.  I just hoped Dad and Kayla could find something they’d like. 

We’d barely gotten inside the place when we were accosted by a helpful server and led to a booth.  The ‘rents surprised us when they sat on one side of the table leaving the other side open for Trey and me.  We quickly slid into the booth still holding hands.

Kayla started our conversation when she prodded Dad with, “So, tell me a little about yourself and Tye.”  Dad launched into the short sales pitch of who we are and where we live, including the fact he works from home as an investment manager.  He conveniently glossed over the details of our personal lives that had taken such a surprising turn last night and this morning.

When he felt he’d said enough, Dad turned the tables on Kayla and made the same request to her.  She covered a little more detail about her and Trey, but not by much.  The one important thing (to me and Trey, anyway) she let us know is that they were moving to Brookside Lane in Hoffman Estates.  That was great to hear since we live on Southbridge Court just across West Golf Road from where they’d be.  Finding out we’d be living less than a mile away from each other was music to our ears.  Our conversation was briefly interrupted by the server coming to take our orders. 

Once she disappeared, I said, “Can I ask you somethin’, Mrs. Young?”

“Go right ahead, Tye.  I’m sure you have plenty of questions for me, just as I do for you,” she replied.

“Well, when Trey introduced me and said I’m his fiancé, you didn’t seem surprised or upset.  Why not?”

“Because Trey and I maintain a very open and casual line of communication between us,” she answered.  “It’s part of a pact we made shortly after it became just the two of us, I know what’s going on in his life and he knows what’s going on in mine.  As much as I can tell him, that is.  We agreed to that so if either of us was having a problem of any kind, we could talk about it and come up with a positive solution to the issue.”

“Uhm, just how open we talkin’, Kayla?” the old man queried cautiously.

“I’m sure it’s way more than you’d like to hear right now, Doug, but I don’t believe we should have that discussion in public, do you?  I think it would be best for the four of us to simply enjoy a nice lunch as good friends and we can get into specifics once we’re back at the motel.”  Dad could do nothing at the moment but swallow his pride and nod acquiescence to Kayla’s suggestion.  Of course, the weight of that upcoming conversation put a serious damper on mine and Dad’s appetites, but it is what it is.

The rest of our meal passed quietly since nobody wanted to risk broaching certain subjects best left unsaid.  Once we were done eating, Dad paid the check and we began the short walk back to the motel.  The old man must have been scared shitless as he was sure taking his time getting there, Trey and I dutifully following along behind.  Trey seemed to be quite happy and up, but I was feeling more like Dad, as if there were two gallows waiting patiently for our arrival.  On reaching the third floor, Kayla invited us into her room to have that dreaded ‘talk’ that had been hanging over our heads like vultures.  She directed Dad and me to sit on one bed while she and Trey settled onto the other one.

“So, I assume you’d like to know just how much Trey has told me?” Kayla asked to get the ball rolling.  After receiving quick nods from both of us, she continued, “I need to back up a few years and give you a little history lesson so you understand how we got to where we are today, gentlemen.  After my husband, Phil, died, Trey was in serious need of help I just wasn’t prepared for or able to provide.  After searching for alternative solutions, I found out about Coach Viktor and thought the swim team would be a good place for Trey to learn some structure and set goals for his future.

“During my interviews with Coach, I developed a pretty good feeling of what to expect from him and his program, and Trey seemed to be very interested in the prospect.  Of course, I’m sure a fair part of Trey’s interest in joining the team were the opportunities it would give him to be around and look at other naked boys in hopes he could possibly satisfy the undeniable and unquenchable interest he’d already developed in the male body.”  Dad and I looked to Trey and he simply nodded his agreement to what his mom had said.  “Yes, Trey had told me shortly after Phil’s accident that he thought he might be gay, so don’t be so surprised, you two.  We’ve both been well aware of his attraction to and desire for a same-sex relationship for quite some time.

“He also told me about Coach’s interest in him and his unexpected proposition the very evening it happened.  We spent a long time talking that night and though I was ready to call the authorities on Coach, Trey somehow talked me off the edge of that cliff.  It took him quite a while to convince me he really wanted to be involved with Coach in that way, and we eventually agreed he could decide for himself how he wanted to respond to the prospect.  I can’t say I really understood why my son or Coach felt the way they did, but there was no mistaking Trey’s interest in the man or the man’s interest in my son.  I guess it’s just one of those things that’s hardwired in the brain at birth, much like being straight or gay is.

“When he came home from practice the next day, he told me how sad he was Coach had rejected him, but that didn’t stop Trey from continuing with the team until shortly before I got promoted and reassigned to the Chicago office.  I suppose, deep down, he was kinda hoping Coach would change his mind but that never happened.”  Trey sadly nodded agreement again before she could go on.  “So, I not only have a son who is gay, but he also wants to have a loving sexual relationship with someone much older than he is.  It’s a difficult balancing act having such feelings since those types of relationships are serious trouble for anybody involved.”  It was now Dad’s turn to nod his acceptance of that truth.

“That brings us to last night at Smokey Bones, I suppose.  As we were having dinner in this horrible little town we’re stuck in for the next week, Trey spied this cute boy across the restaurant and couldn’t keep his eyes off him for the rest of our meal.”  I practically melted with joy on hearing he felt the same way I did.  “When the young man in question left with his dad, Trey was worried to death he’d never see him again, let alone be able to actually meet and get to know him.

“You can only imagine how relieved and excited Trey was to go down to the pool last night and find the same cute young man lollygagging in the spa.  On spotting ‘the love of my life’ as he put it, Trey hatched a plan to seduce the young man and went all out to make it happen, to the point of stripping off his speedo after joining the stranger in the tub.  Once the two introduced themselves, they were no longer strangers and Trey continued to follow his hastily concocted plan.  And he used his good looks and overabundance of charm to pull it off without a hitch.  Well, there was one hitch, but you handled that, didn’t you, son?”

“Yep, did exactly what you always told me to do, called Coach and Frankie and let them deal with it,” Trey interjected happily.

I elbowed dad in the ribs and interrupted with, “Here comes the story I told you you’d hear later.”

Seeing the look of confusion on Dad’s face, Kayla took a few minutes to relay the sad tale of former night clerk Johnny to Dad.  Once he was up to speed on that part of the narrative, she carried on with, “Your involvement in all of this, Doug, only came about because Tye shared something with Trey he probably shouldn’t have.  That, of course, is the simple fact you’re like Coach with your attraction to much younger males.”  Dad could only look at the floor in shame on hearing those words coming from Kayla.  “Once he heard that tidbit of news, you became his next target and this pushy little brat we all love quickly cooked up a new plan.”  Trey had a big smile on his face now.

“He wasn’t sure how it would work out since you were supposed to leave this morning, but he was hellbent on following through with it.  To his luck, you weren’t feeling well when you woke up this morning, Doug, and decided to stay an extra day.  Well, that just made Trey’s heart jump for joy.  Not only was he able to seduce his fiancé last night, but he was also somehow going to get his dad involved in the action this morning, too.  And according to his report before lunch, it was a stellar event for all three of you.”  Surprisingly, she was smiling the whole time she related the story.

“I’m so sorry, Kayla,” Dad groaned in defeat.  “It should never have happened.  How long do I have before the cops show up?” he asked with serious concern.

“What the devil are you talking about, Doug?” Kayla asked.

“I had sex with your son!” he growled. 

Trey immediately left his mom’s side and pulled Dad into a hug while whispering in his ear, “Chill out, Dad, it’s all cool.”

Kayla also moved over to sit on the bed between Dad and me, Trey taking a seat on his other side and holding his hand, before she said, “Doug, look at me and listen closely to what I’m about to say.”  She waited until he focused on her and then continued, “I didn’t call anybody and have absolutely no plans to do so, so calm down.”  Not believing he heard her properly, he squeaked a finger in an ear, waiting for the other shoe to drop.  “I love my son with all my heart and only want what’s best for him.  I would travel to hell and back to keep him from being hurt.  That said, I also want him to be able to enjoy life in all its wondrous beauty, including the relationships he cultivates with the people he decides to trust with his love.

“He’s found the person he wants to spend the rest of his life with and I’m good with that.  Sure, they’re still young and impulsive, but we can’t deny the fact these two truly care for each other.”  She received very emphatic and affirmative nods from Trey and me on that statement.  “It’s obvious to me that Trey loves and trusts you just as much as he does Tye and you are able to fulfill one of the fantasies he’s had for years that I simply couldn’t, being able to share his love with a man and have that man return his love in kind.”

“Does that mean I’m not going to prison for the rest of my life, however short it may be?” Dad asked nervously.

“Not today, Doug,” Kayla replied with a light smile.  “Unless, of course, I discover you’re a serial bank robber on the FBI’s most wanted list, that is,” she added with a laugh.

“Uhm, no, no banks.  There was that small convenience store in the Middle-of-Nowhere, Iowa yesterday afternoon, though,” Dad joked.

“Oh, you can knock those dumps over anytime you want,” Kayla cracked back.  “I absolutely hate them.”

“Phew,” Dad breathed heavily with relief.  “I don’t know what to say, Kayla, except that I truly appreciate your willingness to accept such an unusual and completely illegal relationship, but there’s got to be some catch I’m missing in all this.”

“Oh, there is,” she intoned seriously.  Great, here comes that damn shoe to kick the old man in the balls.  “If you ever, and I mean ever hurt my boy, I will track you down like the hounds of hell and make your life so miserable you’ll wish you were dead.”

“I swear to you right now that I would never hurt Trey or Tye for any reason,” the old man voiced adamantly.

“I already knew that, Doug, or I’d have called the police right after Trey told me about what happened between you three this morning,” she offered.  Seeing the terrified deer-in-the-headlights look on Dad’s face, she added, “Trey talked me off the edge of the cliff again before I could follow my baser instincts.  Believe me when I say he knows exactly how cute he is and how to use it to his advantage.  That shit works even on me.”  Trey and I both laughed out loud at that comment.  “Of course, his including the fact that you didn’t force either of the boys into doing something they didn’t want told me everything I needed to know about you.”

“And what’s that?” Dad asked with interest.

“That you care more about the other people in your life than yourself.  Being selfless like that, especially in matters of love and sex, is a rare commodity these days.  I’ve known for a long time that Trey has excellent judgment of others and he’s proven that to me yet again when he set his sights on Tye and you.”

“Thanks, Kayla, I appreciate your trust and I’ll do my best to never break it.”

“Mrs. Young,” I interrupted, “I got a question for ya.”

“Shoot young man.”

“At lunch when you started tellin us about you an’ Trey’s ‘line of communication’, you said something ‘bout ‘as much as I can tell him’.  What did you mean by that?”

“Well, my job doesn’t allow me to speak freely about what I do,” she answered.

“Who do you work for that does that?” I pressed.

“I could tell you, Tye, but I’d have to kill you,” she snickered.  Trey practically fell off the bed with laughter, no doubt having heard the line many times before.  “What little I can tell you is I’m employed as, uhm, a troubleshooter I guess you’d call it, by one of the myriad alphabet soup entities of the federal government.”

I quickly put two and two together and asked the next logical question, “Wait, do you know Frankie?”

“I can only admit we are acquaintances,” she confessed. 

Trey’s jaw dropped in surprise and he squeaked, “What!?  You never told me that.”

“Well, son, you didn’t need to know,” she replied flatly.

“So he knows about the dark web and tracking people down from …,” was all he got out before Kayla shut him down with a stern look.

“Trey!” she groused, “You know better.”

“Sorry, Mom, the brain slipped a gear or two,” he muttered numbly.

“If we can get back to our original conversation,” Kayla began, “I’m glad Trey found you, Tye, and that you didn’t just disappear into thin air as he feared you had last night.  I knew he’d eventually find someone to love and I’m glad it’s you.  Doug, I know this puts you and me in an interesting though somewhat difficult position to manage, but I think we can deal with it.  Should your relationship with Trey somehow become public, though, I will have to disavow all knowledge of that and let the chips fall where they may.  I, of course, will keep it between you, me, Trey and Tye and I have to trust all three of you to do the same.”  She received immediate nods of understanding from the three of us.

“And while I know you three will be engaging in certain activities that loving partners inevitably indulge in, there is one minor request I have to ask of all of you.”  With Dad, Trey and me glaring at her expectantly, she calmly added, “I do not want or need to hear any details of those activities.  What happens between the three of you is private and should remain that way.  The only reason I would find it acceptable for you to break your silence is if somebody is physically or mentally hurting someone else.  If that happens, I’ll be more than willing to be a sounding board and if I feel details are needed to help resolve a problem, I’ll ask for the bare minimum at that time.  Understood?”

“Thank you, Kayla,” Dad blubbered in happiness despite the tears flowing from his eyes.  Knowing he had her complete permission to love her son the way he’d always wanted to love a boy obviously meant a lot to him.  Truth be told, it meant a lot to Trey and me, too, since Dad and me are a package deal.

Turning to me, Kayla asked, “Tye, do you promise to love and take care of Trey?”

“You bet, ma’am,” I answered happily.

Turning her attention to Trey, she asked, “Trey, do you promise to love and take care of Tye?”

“Damn right, I do, Mom,” he crowed cheerfully.

Returning to the old man, she prodded, “Doug, do you promise to love and take care of Tye and Trey.”

“With all my heart and soul, Kayla,” Dad intoned sincerely.

“Then I now pronounce you, uhm, husbands?” she smiled.  “I suppose that will have to do until these two scoundrels can get married legally.”  The three of us drew Kayla into a group hug, and all four of us were shedding more than a few tears of happiness.  When we finally separated, Kayla asked, “Trey, why don’t you and Tye hit the pool for a while.  I’d like to talk to Doug for a bit and get to know my future in-law better.”

“You bet, Mom,” he replied with giddiness.  He then grabbed my hand and added, “C’mon, dude, let’s go.”  We hustled back to my room, changed back into our swimsuits and headed downstairs. 

On the ride down, I asked, “What do you think they’re really talkin’ about, sweetheart?”

“Knowin’ her, she’s layin’ down some serious rules for Dad.”

“Guess we’ll find out later,” I offered as we stepped off the elevator and aimed for the pool.

“Now that they’re gone and we can talk more freely, Doug, I have a big favor to ask of you,” Kayla began with a touch of desperation.

“I’ll do whatever I can to help you out, Kayla, but I gotta know something first,” Doug replied.  After a quick nod from her, he continued, “How can you possibly justify to yourself what you’re allowing Trey to get involved in?  Seems to me any sane person would have called the police and reported me for assaulting our boys.”

“Guess that makes me insane, then,” Kayla chuckled.  “I suppose I look at it like this.  Is your attraction to boys disgusting, reprehensible and immoral to the majority of modern-day society?  Without a doubt.  Has it always been that way?  Absolutely not.  There was a time not so long ago where such relationships were quite common and often envied by those who were unable to cultivate them.”

“That’s very true, but I still find it incomprehensible you’d allow your son to enter into such a relationship.”

“Well, knowing Trey as well as I do, I have only two options open to me, Doug,” she began.  “Either I give him my permission to become involved with Tye and you, knowing he’ll keep me minimally informed of any potential issues I should know about, or I tell him ‘no way, José’ and he goes behind my back and does it anyway, possibly risking his life in doing so with someone much less palatable.  Should I forbid him from following his heart, he’d end up hating me for the rest of his existence and I just couldn’t live without Trey being a part of my life.  I chose the former path simply because I want to maintain the positive relationship I have with my son.

“And while this may sound like some seriously twisted logic to others, I really don’t find the situation as being that different from a fifty- or sixty-year-old woman hooking up with a young stud in his twenties, do you?  Cougars, I believe, they’re called.  Trey is similar with his interests, though I’d liken him more to a cheetah cub.  Like I said before, he’s wanted a relationship with a man for many years and it was going to happen one way or the other.  At least this way, he’s going to be more thoughtful and deliberate in how he proceeds.  And I’d much rather have him exploring his needs and desires with the devil I know than the demon I don’t, especially since I have the added bonus of already knowing who he’s gonna be with and just what kind of guy he is.”

“And how do you know that?” Doug queried nervously.

“Uhm, let’s just say I know some folks who are very well paid to root around into other people’s lives and ferret out every last detail of who they are.  These folks take their jobs quite seriously and leave no stone unturned.”

“Oh crap, hope I’m not on their radar now,” Doug muttered.

“Nope, and all records of their digging have already been removed from any system they, uh, accessed.”

“Thank God for that, I guess.  Okay, what’s this big favor you have?”

“Ah yes, that.  I’m not sure how much Tye and Trey may have told you already, but I’m here to receive some very specialized training before my next posting and will be stuck in this hellhole until those classes finish Friday afternoon.  Of course, Trey can’t come to the training with me, so he’d be on his own here all week and that really disturbs me.  I’d be fine with one day or maybe even two, but the idea of him alone all week just scares the shit out of me when I think about all the trouble he could get into.”  Doug seriously laughed at that thought.

“And when we do finally get to our new home, I’ll be busier than hell supervising the movers, trying to organize a new home and keeping up with work.  I’ll be lucky if I see the light of day for three, four weeks, maybe longer since terrorists don’t take days off.  That means Trey will essentially be on his own the entire time since I’ll be too busy to consciously think about him and what he’s doing on a daily basis.”  Seeing the look of expectation on Doug’s face, she finally jumped to the heart of the matter.

“Trey tells me you and Tye are headed to Portland to see your brother and I was hoping you might be willing to let him join you two for the trip.”  Doug’s eyes lit up like sparklers on July 4^th.  Misunderstanding his reaction, she added, “Yeah, I know it’s a huge ask from someone you barely know, but it’s the only alternative I can come up with on such short notice.  And as crazy as it sounds, I’d rather have Trey with you and Tye than on his own for the next month.”

“I gotta say it sure sounds like you’re askin’ me to adopt Trey,” Doug commented drily.

“Well, I suppose I kinda am.  But only for a month, two at the most,” Kayla chuckled.  “I’ll definitely be taking him back off your hands as soon as possible.”

“Despite telling Tye’s friend Stevie he couldn’t come along on the trip, I’d be happy to have Trey with us, Kayla, and I know Tye will love having him with us, too,” Doug answered with giddiness.

“Since Tye and Trey connected only last night, I do hope Stevie is just a friend and there won’t be any problems between him and Tye.”

“As far as I know, they’re just really good friends.  But you should also know that after we leave Mark’s, we’re headed down into California to see a few other places and then stop in Las Vegas for a few days before we finally head back to Chicago.  All told, we’ll be on the road for close to three, maybe four weeks.”

“That sounds perfect, Doug.  That’s one less thing I’ll have to worry about.  Thank you so much for your help,” Kayla breathed with relief.

“Hey, we’re family now and family takes care of each other, right?  When do we tell the rugrats?”

“How about during supper tonight?  And it’s my treat this time since you took care of lunch,” Kayla offered.

“Sounds like a good plan to me,” Doug agreed.  “Say around seven?”

“Perfect.  That gives the boys plenty of time in the pool and more than enough to enjoy some privacy in Trey’s room before we head out.”

Trey and I had finally gotten tired of the pool and climbed into the hot tub to just soak and relax.  I wasn’t a bit surprised when that stupid bikini he wore was dropped over his shoulder and since nobody else was around this afternoon, I quickly joined him in being naked.  I’d barely gotten my hands back into the water when I felt his hand cupping my dick and balls and I returned the favor.

“You don’t think we’re rushing into things, do you?” he asked seriously.

“Nope,” I answered.  “You an’ me bein’ together just feels right.  It’s like you were the missing piece to the puzzle of my life and I’m now complete.”

“Good, I feel the same way,” he replied while beginning to stroke my dick.

“You keep that up and we won’t be in here very long,” I giggled.

“Dude, who the fuck you think you’re kiddin’?  It was up long before my hand got there,” Trey joked just before releasing a light moan of delight when I started playing with him.

“You sure we can’t go back to your room, yet?” I begged.

“Give ‘em a little more time to talk, bubba,” he countered.  “I don’t want any interruptions once we get there.”

“Good thinkin’,” I agreed.  “Guess we’ll wait for the timer to run out to head up, then.”

“Oh, there’s one more thing you should know about me I ain’t told you yet, Tye.”

“What, that you’re an axe murderer or somethin’?” I asked in mock terror.

“No, just that I’m what I like to call an ‘equal opportunity dicktator’.”

“Oh, so you’re in charge of everything?” I asked with a chortle.

“Nope, nothin’ so bad.  A ‘dicktator’ is like a spectator, but he takes advantage of every chance he gets to see as many dicks as he can,” he giggled.  “I just don’t want you gettin’ pissed off at me if we’re ever in a locker room together and I’m scopin’ out the other dudes.”

“Well, since I’ll be doin’ the same thing, I guess we’ll be even on that account,” I laughed in reply.

“Glad to hear we’re on the same page, then,” Trey agreed.

When the timer finally shut off the jets twenty minutes later, we were both more than ready to fall into Trey’s bed.  Retrieving our suits from where we’d dropped them, we struggled to get them back in place before climbing out of the spa, drying off and hustling to the elevator.  As we padded past his mom’s door, we couldn’t hear any voices coming from inside the room, so we assumed the conversation was over.  Once inside Trey’s room, we stepped into the bathroom, removed our wet trunks and jumped into the shower to wash each other.  Again, the shower took longer than it should have, but we were having way too much fun in there.

Of course, that didn’t stop us from having even more fun in his bed when we finally got there.  After about an hour of indulging in some serious carnal sins and with both of us worn out from our exertions, we curled up in each other’s arms and promptly fell asleep.  We were rudely awakened sometime later when Trey’s phone started ringing.  After pushing me onto my back, he rolled on top of me and stretched to retrieve the noisemaker from the nightstand next to the bed.  Even after answering the call, he remained on top of me, grinding his hardness into mine.

“Yeah, Mom, what up?  …  Supper already?  …  Oops, didn’t realize it’d gotten so late.  …  Just takin’ a nap.  …  Okay, give us a few minutes and we’ll meet you and Pops in the lobby.”  He dropped the phone on the bed and while continuing his hip rocking, muttered sadly, “Much as we don’t want to go anywhere right now, Mom says it’s time for supper.”

“Guess we better get decent, then,” I replied as I pushed him off me.

He immediately wrapped a hand around my dick and begged, “Do we really hafta?”

“Hold onto that thought, sweetheart,” I moaned with delight as his lips suckled on my head.

“I’m tryin’, dude, but you keep pushin’ me away.  Not to mention the fact I can’t hold it if it’s covered up,” he groaned in defeat.

“Listen, we got all night to have some fun once we get back, but if we’re not down in the lobby shortly, your mom’s liable to come up and drag us out of here, whether we’re dressed or not.  You want her findin’ us like we are right now?”

“Wouldn’t phase me a bit,” he cracked. 

“But it would sure kill the mood, don’t ya think?” I pressed.  “Don’t think I could do it with her watchin’,” I quickly added with a giggle.

“Ooh, now that sounds hot,” Trey retorted with a vicious laugh before adding, “Interesting how it’s okay for Dad to watch but not Mom.”

“Well, he did a helluva lot more than just watch, didn’t he?” I countered.  “Don’t think your mom’s gonna be willing to take his place, do you?”

“No, pro’lly not,” Trey admitted with a smirk.

I gave my sweetheart a kiss before sliding off the bed, stepping into the bathroom and grabbing a towel to wrap around my waist so I could get back to my room to get dressed.  Yeah, the bulge in the towel created by Trey’s attention to my pecker would be obvious, but I hoped I could get to my clothes without meeting anybody in the hallway.  Grabbing the handle on the door, I said, “If I have to come back to get you, I’m gonna kick your cute and skinny little ass up ‘tween your ears, bubba.”

“Aww, you really do love me,” Trey snickered as he finally slid off the bed and selected a clean pair of shorts from his suitcase.

Letting the door close behind me, I hustled down the hall, carded the lock and tossed the towel into the bathroom before pulling some clean clothes from my own case and proceeding to make myself presentable.  Once ready to go out, I stepped back into the hallway and was surprised to see Trey waiting for me just outside the door.

“No ass kickin’ today, punkinhead,” he cracked.

“Damn, and I was lookin’ forward to it,” I grumbled.

“If you’re good, maybe I’ll let you do it later.”

“I’ll only wanna kiss it then,” I retorted.

“Your wish will be my command, lover,” he commented as he grabbed my hand and started dragging me towards the elevator.  While waiting for the thing to reach the third floor, he said, “By the way, I had a flash of brilliance while getting dressed but I don’t know if the ‘rents’ll go for it.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“Wouldn’t it be great if I could join you and Dad for the rest of your trip?” he posed with wishfulness.

“Yeah, it would be,” I replied enthusiastically as the doors finally opened and we stepped inside.  “Don’t think it’ll happen, though, since the old man wouldn’t let my friend Stevie come with us.”

“Stevie?  Should I be worried?” he giggled.

“Nah, he’s as straight as the interstate,” I answered.

“How do ya know?  Have you asked him?” Trey pushed.

“Not in so many words, no, but whenever we’ve had sleepovers, he’s never shown any interest in doing anything but playing video games, watching TV and sleeping despite me making it obvious I’d be open to it.”

“Oh well, his loss, isn’t it?  Just makes it all the better for me since I don’t have to worry ‘bout any competition.”

“Yep, you’re safe,” I replied as the doors slid open and we turned for the lobby.  We didn’t even make it halfway across the space before Dad and Kayla stood up and started walking towards us.  “Where we goin’,” I asked eagerly since I finally realized I was hungry after leaving Trey to get dressed and I could think about someone or something besides him.

“You guys okay with Mexican?” Kayla asked.  After getting nods of acceptance from all three of us, she added, “Perfect!  I found a place right next door that has great reviews.”

On that note, we headed out into the setting sun, walked around the end of the motel and across the parking lot to a place called 3 Margaritas.  Since the supper rush was over for the day, we were quickly guided to an empty table, Dad sitting with me and Kayla with Trey, and the server took our drink orders.  Before she could scoot away, Kayla requested a basket of sopapillas be brought with our drinks so we could enjoy an appetizer before our meals.  Dad and I never had them before, but Kayla assured us we’d love them, and Trey was nodding his assent to her claim.  And she was right on the money.  If they’d been a bit more filling, I could have made a full meal out of the sweet treats alone.  After wiping out the sopapillas and while waiting for our meals to be delivered, Trey broached the subject of his ‘flash of brilliance’.

“Hey, Mom, got a question for ya,” he began.

“What is it, son?” she asked.

“Since you’re gonna be in classes all week, what the heck am I s’posed to do to keep me outta trouble?”  I watched as Dad and Kayla shared a quick look of surprise before she answered.

Deciding she wasn’t quite ready to give us an honest answer, she replied, “Well, you’ve got the pool and hot tub available, TV in your room, not to mention your computer so you can keep up with your friends,” she suggested lamely.  “Of course, you also have your debit card to get whatever food you want for lunch.”

“That all sounds fine and dandy, but I think I’ll be bored out of my skull well before lunch tomorrow, let alone the rest of the week,” he complained.

“I suppose you have what you think is a better idea,” she laughed lightly.

“Yep, sure do,” Trey immediately agreed with a smile.  Kayla gave a little waggle of her fingers to prod him to spit it out and he wasted no time in turning on the charm and begging, “Would you let me go with Mr. B. and Tye tomorrow morning?”  The ‘rents about fell out of the booth from the shock of Trey asking such a ridiculous question. 

They somehow managed to remain in their seats and Dad sputtered, “Were you two eavesdropping on our chat instead of swimming this afternoon?”

“No way, Dad,” I retorted, a bit miffed he’d suspect us of doing something like that.

“Well, that was actually the main gist of our conversation after you left us,” Kayla said.  “And you’ll both be happy to hear that Doug said he’d be more than happy to have Trey join you.”  Well, you can be sure the whole restaurant was glaring at us when Trey and I loudly cheered our approval.  Once we finally settled back down, she commented, “Guess that means you two like the idea.”

“Nope, love it.  Thanks, Mom,” Trey gushed as he shared a hug with his mom and planted a kiss on her cheek.  “I’m gonna have a whole lot more fun with them than I would here.”

“Gee, thanks, kiddo, love you, too,” Kayla replied sarcastically.

“Oh, you know what I mean.”

“I do.  But it’s really Doug you should be thanking, not me,” she commented seriously.

“Oh, I will, but later when I can do it properly,” Trey grinned evilly.

“TMI, son,” his mom laughed.  The rest of our meal passed more quietly except for the occasional reminder from Kayla about the things Trey had to take care of to be ready to leave in the morning.  When it seemed she’d finally run out things to add to the list, she commented, “And all of that has to be done before you get distracted by other things and forget something.”

“I hear ya, Mom,” Trey acquiesced.  “I’ll have clean clothes laid out for tomorrow and my case packed, closed up and waiting by the door before going to bed.”  He conveniently left out any mention of what might happen once he was in bed, though, and I’m pretty sure Kayla was very appreciative of that.

Dad finally broke into the ongoing discussion with, “It’s a tight fit in the back seat, Trey, but I think if you and Tye swap places every stop, neither of you will feel like a pretzel when we get to Ogden tomorrow night.”

“We’ll figure it out, Dad,” I offered knowing full well I was so happy Trey is going with us that I’d gladly let him have the front seat for the rest of the trip.  “Um, what’s Uncle Mark gonna think when we show up with a third person?” I asked, suddenly concerned he may not have room for all of us.

“Well, he has a two-bedroom apartment so we should be okay.  Mark and I can share his and you and Trey can have the second,” Dad answered.

“Sounds good to us, Dad,” I agreed wholeheartedly.

“Uhm, you sure your brother will be okay sharing a bed with you?” Kayla asked.

“Won’t be much different from sleeping in the same bed when we were kids, Kayla.  Of course, I hope he’s graduated to at least a queen-size by now or it could be a tight fit,” Dad replied.  “Why do you ask?”

“I can’t think of too many guys who’re willing to share a bed with another.”  Seeing the looks of disbelief on our faces, she quickly added with a smirk, “Present company excepted, of course.”

“I’m sure the fact Mark’s gay, too, will make things much less awkward than you’d normally expect from a couple of straight guys trying to share a bed,” the old man chuckled.

“No doubt,” she agreed with a grin.  Seeing our empty plates, the server finally brought the check and Kayla took care of it.  With that out of the way, we headed back to the motel so the three of us could get ready to hit the road in the morning. 

On stepping out of the elevator, I said, “Hey, Dad, I’m gonna help Trey and then we’ll come get our stuff ready.  That okay with you?”

“Sounds good, boys.  Bring Trey’s suitcase to our room when you’re done so we can’t forget it in the morning.”

Kayla quickly reminded Trey, “Packing before playing, son.”

“Yeah, ma,” he groaned with embarrassment.

After the ‘rents peeled off to their rooms, Trey and I continued to his.  As soon as the door closed behind us, we stripped off our clothes and set them aside so they wouldn’t get dirty while we dealt with things.  Well, that wasn’t the only reason we lost our clothes, of course, but it was the main one.  I’d never much enjoyed packing for any trip, but can honestly say we both had a fair amount of fun doing so tonight.  We were just about done when the door to his mom’s adjoining room popped open and Kayla stepped in.

While I was desperately ducking behind the bed to hide as much as possible from her field of view, Trey nonchalantly stepped over to give her a hug and asked, “What’s up, Mom?”

“Just popped in to make sure you’re getting everything,” she replied.

“Yep, Tye’s been helping me so we’re making good progress.”

“Speaking of Tye,” she began while turning to find me, “Honey, you got nothin’ I haven’t seen before, so there’s no need to hide from me.”

“Ya ain’t seen mine before,” I countered from behind my king-sized shield.

She stepped around the bed and knelt beside the spot where I cowered in shame and embarrassment, covering my crotch with my hands.  She gently placed a hand under my chin and lifted my head up so I was looking straight at her, then said kindly, “Listen up, son, if we’re gonna be family, and we are, you’re gonna have to get used to me bein’ around.  If you’re dressed, fine, if you’re not, that’s fine with me, too, no big deal either way.  I’m so used to bein’ around naked boys thanks to my little nudist over there (she pointed towards a madly grinning Trey) that I’m not a bit fazed by it any longer.  I’d be more surprised if he was actually dressed,” she giggled.

“But I’m tiny, uhm, down there,” I whined.

“Can’t be any smaller than Trey and he’s perfect just the way he is,” Kayla responded sincerely.

“Damn right I am,” Trey agreed wholeheartedly.  “Least that’s what you said last night, bubba.  And you need to know you’re perfect, too, Tye.”

“I sure don’t feel perfect, no matter what anybody says,” I retorted though I had to admit to myself I was slowly starting to feel slightly better about what I was always sure was a smaller than average dick.  Of course, since I could only compare myself to Dad before last night, what other conclusion could I possibly come to?  And while it’s true I am bigger than Trey, I’m still uncomfortable with my body and its apparent lack of development at the ripe old age of fourteen.

Trey finally climbed across the bed and his face was practically in mine when he said, “C’mon, dude, quit bein’ a wimp.  I need you to be the strong confident lover I deserve to have in my life so stand up and let your freak flag fly.”

I looked Trey square in the eyes and growled more fiercely than I intended, “Look here, monkeybutt, it’s easy for you to be so freakin’ proud and confident of your body ‘cause you been hangin’ out in locker rooms gawking at other guys and their dicks for the past four years.”  I knew I’d struck a nerve when he recoiled a couple feet at my rant.  Since I wasn’t quite done lettin’ my feelings go, and forgetting his mom was still kneeling right next to me, I stood up, leaned over the bed to get back in Trey’s face and carried on with, “First, I ain’t had the chance to do that so I can’t help thinkin’ I don’t measure up to what others might expect.  Second, it ain’t a goddam ‘freak flag’ you’re talkin’ ‘bout, it’s my fuckin’ dick.”

“And a damn nice lookin’ one, young man,” Kayla muttered just loud enough for me to hear.

Without thinking, I turned to her and said, “Thanks, Mrs. Young.”  Once what she’d said fully registered in my gray matter, I squeaked, “Wait, what!?”

“Way to go, big guy!” Trey cheered.  I quickly looked down and realized not only was my dick only inches from her face, but the damn thing was also hard as a rock and bobbing back and forth as I moved around.  I flushed bright red from head to toe as I dropped my hands to cover up so quickly, I damn near bent my dick in half.  My reaction to absentmindedly exposing myself to his mom had Trey rolling on the bed in laughter.

I soon felt Kayla’s hands on my wrists and she was trying to pull my hands from their job of protecting what little bit of modesty and self-esteem I had left.  As she gave a gentle tug, she whispered, “C’mon, Tye.  You really do have a beautiful package and you should be very proud of it.”  On hearing her calming voice, I relaxed just enough for her to succeed in exposing me.  “Oh my God,” she muttered, “if only I was like your dad …”

“What the hell, Mom!?” Trey yelled.  “That’s my fiancé you’re talkin’ to, not a piece of meat.”  That seemed to snap Kayla out of her trance and she suddenly released my wrists.

She stood back up, turned to Trey and admitted, “You’re absolutely right, son, and I apologize.  But even you have to admit he’s just as perfect as you are.  I can see why you fell in love with Tye.”

“Mom, I was in love with Tye long before I got to see him naked.”

“I know, son,” she acquiesced.  “Again, I shouldn’t have said what I did and I’m truly sorry for doing so.”

“Uhm, ‘preciate it, ma, but don’t you think you owe that apology to Tye?” Trey pushed.

“You’re absolutely right, son, I do,” Kayla agreed.  She sat on the edge of the bed, took my hands in hers and while looking directly into my eyes, offered, “Tye, I’m so sorry for pushing you into doing something you obviously weren’t ready to do.  I never meant to embarrass you or make you feel uncomfortable.  It was rude and inconsiderate of me to do so, and I promise it will never happen again.  I hope you can forgive me.”

“It’s all right, Mrs. Young,” I replied with little conviction.  “I guess you’re right that I gotta get used to us bein’ family and since Trey an’ me will be spendin’ as much time together as possible, you’d have seen me naked at some point.  Guess it’s just as well we got that out of the way tonight.”

“And you may as well just call me Mom if you want to,” she offered.  “Mrs. Young makes me feel much older than I am,” she chuckled.

“Uh, thanks.  I’ll try to remember that,” I replied hesitantly as she stood up and stepped around the bed.

“Well, I’ll leave my two beautiful boys alone to finish your packing and I expect to see you both before you leave in the morning.”

“You will, Mom.  And thanks, again, for letting me go,” Trey said as she disappeared through the door.  “Night and see ya tomorrow.”

“Night, Mom,” I called out to her retreating back. With the doors between the rooms closed, I collapsed on the bed and muttered, “Jesus, I can’t believe I just flashed your mom, dude.”

“Oh, get over it, sweet pea,” Trey giggled as he jumped on the bed next to me.  “Like you said, it was gonna happen sooner or later and now that it already has, you don’t have to stress about it any longer.  Besides, she’s right, ya know.”

“ ‘Bout what?” I asked.

“It is a damn nice-lookin’ dick and you should be proud of it,” Trey glowed.

“You’re only sayin’ that so I’ll let you have your way with me,” I chortled.

“Guilty as charged, your honor,” he laughed out loud.  “C’mon, bubba, let’s finish packin’ my shit and get to your room.  The sooner we can be ready to get the hell outta Dodge in the mornin’, the sooner we can have some serious fun.”  Agreeing with his logic, we jumped off the bed and got back to work. 

I took advantage of the time to get some clarity from Trey about something Kayla said when I asked, “So, what did your mom mean when she called you ‘her little nudist’?”

“Just that I hate wearin’ clothes when I don’t hafta,” he smirked.

“So, you go ‘round naked whenever and wherever you want?” I prodded.

“Pretty much,” he laughed before adding, “providing I only do it in locker rooms and at home.  If I tried it anywhere else, she’d have a freakin’ cow, man.”

“Nice to know you have some limits,” I giggled.  “Can’t have you goin’ out to shop or eat without clothes, can we?”

“Nope, not a chance, though it wouldn’t bother me a bit.  What I’d really like to do someday is go to one of them nudist resorts and hang out with a whole shitload of naked people.”

“Why the hell you wanna do that?” I asked with confusion.

“ ‘Cause I’m a dicktator, ‘member?  I absolutely love lookin’ at naked guys and there’s bound to be plenty of dicks to see at a place like that, young and old ones, bigguns’ and littluns’, hairy and shaved, I mean, it’ll be a literal cock smorgasbord,” he replied with a huge smirk as if there couldn’t possibly be any other reason for visiting a nudist resort.

“Guess we can talk to Dad and see what he thinks of the idea,” I offered.  “It does sound like it would be interesting.”

We’d finally finished his packing and were ready to haul it down to my room.  Trey was just about to grab the suitcase’s handle and open the door when I asked, “Uh, aren’t you forgettin’ somethin’?”

He quickly scanned the room and after seeing only the clothes he’d left out to put on in the morning, replied, “Doesn’t look like it.”

“You really gonna walk down the hallway like that?” I pushed, waving a hand from his head to his toes. 

He finally caught my drift and snickered, “Oops.  Guess I’m just too used to bein’ naked.”  He ducked into the bathroom and pulled a couple towels off the rack, handing one to me as he started wrapping his own around his waist.  With both of us sufficiently covered for the short trek, he cracked, “Happy now?”

“Well, I really like bein’ naked together,” I smiled, “but let’s try to keep that behind closed doors, okay?  For now, anyway.”

“Only ‘cause you insist,” he grumbled as he opened the door and held it as I dragged his bag into and down the hall.  On reaching my door, I realized I’d forgotten to pick up a key card when we went swimming and I knocked lightly so Dad could let us in.  The old man popped the door and stood behind it while Trey and I stepped through the open portal.  Once inside, Dad closed the door, and we immediately shared a three-way hug, the old man’s hardness trapped between the three of us.

“ ‘Bout time you two got here,” Dad grumbled as he took Trey’s suitcase from where I’d dropped it and moved it to a corner so it would be out of the way.

“Sorry, Dad, but Trey’s mom interrupted us,” I offered as Trey and I removed our towels and hung them up in the bathroom.

“Nothing serious, I hope,” Dad responded.

“Nope,” Trey laughed.  “Unless you think Mom seein’ Tye’s sweet pecker is serious.”

“Oof, bet you weren’t ready for that, were you?” Dad asked.

“Not really, but I survived it,” I replied.  “Gotta admit it was kinda weird, though.”

“How so?” Dad pushed.

Trey jumped back in to answer before I could with, “Turns out the old lady likes to look at naked boys, too, and she sure as hell got an eyeful when bozo here stuck his boner right in her face.”

“What!?” Dad squeaked.  “What were you thinking, son?”

“That’s the problem, Dad, I wasn’t thinkin’ at all.  Believe me, I sure didn’t plan it that way, it just kinda happened.”  Trey took a couple of minutes to explain what had taken place in his room and when he was done, we all enjoyed a good laugh.  We also passed along the tidbit of news that Trey spent most of his time at home naked and Dad’s eyes lit up on hearing it.

“Sounds good to me, guys.  You sure you don’t want to just move in with us Trey?” he asked with a laugh.  “I could get used to having two naked boys around all the time.”

“If I thought Mom would let me, I’d do it in a heartbeat,” Trey giggled.  “But don’t hold your breath, guys.”

“Well, let’s get our cases ready to go, Tye.  I want to get to bed early tonight ‘cause we’ve got a long drive ahead of us tomorrow.”  On that note, the three of us got busy and had two more suitcases added to the corner with Trey’s in little time.  With the packing done, Dad settled onto the edge of his bed while Trey and I clambered onto mine and camped out in the middle of the king-size mattress.

“That should do it except for your swimsuits, I guess, and we can just drop those in a plastic bag in the morning,” Dad offered.

“I’d like to throw mine away, Dad,” Trey replied.  “I hate wearin’ the damn thing but it’s a necessary evil in public pools.”

“True that, buddy,” the old man agreed.  “It’d be nice to find someplace we could swim without needin’ them.”

“No places like that in Chicago or the ‘burbs, Mr. B., but there’s a few places not too far away where we could have some fun,” Trey volunteered cheerily.

“What do you mean, Trey?” the old man asked.

“Nudist resorts, of course.  Once Mom told me we were moving, I did some searching for local ones on the ‘net since I’ve always wanted to go to one but could never talk Mom into it.”

“You really think she’d let you go to one with us?” Dad pried.

“Can’t think of any reason why she’d have a problem with it as long as she’s not going, too.  I mean, she’s okay with me bein’ naked at home, but she sure ain’t gonna go without clothes, at home or anywhere else.  Not that her bein’ naked would bother me a bit since I’m not into women,” he giggled.

“I’ll try to ask her about the possibility before we leave in the morning,” Dad offered.  “If it’s okay with her, we might be able to find some places to visit during the trip.”

“That sounds great, Dad,” I agreed happily.  “I think we’d have a lot of fun.  And if we could find one close to Portland, we might be able to talk Uncle Mark into going with us.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that, Tye.  Sure, he’s gay, but I don’t know how comfortable he’d be goin’ without clothes, especially around people he doesn’t know.”

“But we can ask him, can’t we?” Trey queried.

“Yes, son, we can ask,” Dad replied with a chuckle.  “But you have to respect his decision if he says no.”

“We will, Dad, promise,” I replied.

“Well, I think it’s time for us to get some sleep, boys.”

“Already?” I argued.  “It’s only nine-thirty.” 

While I was protesting the early bedtime, Trey slid off the bed like he was headed back to his room.  I can’t say I was too surprised, however, when he stepped over to Dad, crawled up into the old man’s lap and wrapped a hand around the old fart’s soft cock.  It did surprise the hell out of Dad, though, and he sputtered in shock at Trey’s boldness when the naked boy god in his lap whispered, “You sure ‘bout that, Dad?  I was hopin’ we could maybe have a little bit o’ fun before crashin’.”

“Oh, fuck,” Dad moaned as all thoughts of sleep instantly evaporated.  I joined the duo immediately and the games began.  By the time all three of us collapsed into a sweaty, smelly tangle of limbs, almost an hour and a half had passed and Dad was able to check a couple more items off his bucket list.  The most important one, of course, being the fact his cherry had been popped by not just one, but two very hot and horny young lads.  We remained in the same position for at least fifteen minutes since none of us could muster the strength to even think about moving, let alone actually doing so.

The first hint of actual conscious thought happened when Dad mumbled, “Oh my God!!  That was unreal.  You two are insatiable and incorrigible.”

“Sorry, Dad,” I apologized weakly.  “We’ll try to back it down a notch or two next time.”

The old man lifted his head and glared at me while saying, “Don’t you fuckin’ dare, Tye.  I loved every second of it.  Of course, if you guys keep up with the same fever pitch you hit tonight, I’m gonna die young ‘cause you’re bound to kill me.  I’ll be happier than hell, for sure, but still damn young,” he added with a crooked smirk.

“Don’t know ‘bout you horndogs, but I could sure use another damn shower,” Trey grunted gleefully.

“You go first, goober.  I don’t think I can move yet,” I muttered numbly.

“C’mon, you two, let’s get this over with so we can get some sleep for real this time,” Dad suggested as he rolled off the end of the bed, dragging the two of us with him.

We stumbled to the bathroom and after the old man had the water rolling and temperature set, the three of us climbed in.  It didn’t take long to get cleaned up since none of us were in any kind of shape to continue our latest shenanigans.  Once we were clean enough, I turned off the water and Dad grabbed towels for all three of us. 

As we were drying off, I asked, “Is it okay if I sleep in Trey’s room, Dad?”

“As long as you two promise you’ll go to sleep,” he agreed.

“Fine with me,” Trey muttered.  “I’m too pooped to pop again, anyway,” he added with a devilishly crooked smirk.

“I’ll ring you when I wake up to make sure you’re movin’ in the mornin’.”

“Thanks, Dad.  Love ya,” I offered while wrapping my towel around my waist, then giving the old man a hug goodnight.

“See ya in the mornin’, Pops,” Trey offered while sharing his own hug with the old man.  “Can’t wait to hit the road with you guys.”

“We’re gonna have a great time and we’re glad you can join us,” Dad replied with a smile.  “I think this trip just got a whole lot more interesting,” he cracked.

“No doubt about it,” I agreed wholeheartedly.

On that note, Trey and I headed down the hallway to his room.  Once inside, we dispensed with our towels and climbed into bed where we curled together in the middle of the giant mattress and promptly zoned out.

I was rudely wrenched from my ongoing daydream when my lover shook my shoulder and quietly said, “A penny for your thoughts, sweet pea.”

I opened my eyes and turned to face him before replying, “Same as always, hon.”

“I knew that ‘cause your dick is pokin’ through the webbing of the chaise and there’s a puddle the size of Lake Superior under there,” he retorted smartly.  I leaned over the side of my lounger and laughed out loud at his astute observation.  “How far’d you get this time?” he chuckled.

“We were just goin’ to bed that second night in Kearney,” I answered.

Trey grinned and giggled, “Yeah, that was a wild one, for sure.”  Twenty-seven years old and his giggle still hadn’t changed since that magical day we first met.  And I absolutely loved his sweet giggles.  “The first of many,” he added wistfully.

“Just the tip of the iceberg,” I mumbled happily.

“I still love him, ya know?  And I miss him so much sometimes, it hurts, Tye,” Trey commented sadly.

“Your dad?  Of course, you do.”

“Well yeah, him, too.  But I was talkin’ ‘bout our dad this time.”

“Oh, yeah,” I muttered numbly as the pain returned in a flash to stab me through the heart yet again.

“It’s been just over a year, hasn’t it?”

“May 19, to be exact,” I nodded.  “I still have days where I answer the phone and think I’ll hear his voice booming through the speaker.”  Trey nodded silently in agreement.  “Does that hope ever go away?”

“It sure hasn’t for me,” Trey replied.  “I mean, it’s been over twenty years since I’ve been able to talk to mine, but every now and then, when the phone rings, I still long for it to be him saying all that time has been some sort of sick fuckin’ joke.”

“I really wish I’d been able to know him like I know Mom,” I offered in solace.

“Me, too.  Both our dads were great guys and I know they would have gotten along like gangbusters.  Of course, the sickest damn joke of all is it was another fuckin’ drunk driver who got your dad.”

“Yeah, the irony burns, all right” I grumbled glumly.

“At least the jackass who did it to Pops got exactly what he deserved when he crawled out of that crumpled piece of shit unscathed and then stepped on the live wire he’d brought down when he took out the power pole.”  As if to drive home the point, Trey stuck his arms straight out, gazed blankly towards the sky and while a maniacal grin flooded his face, he started jerking stiffly, hissing, “Zzzzt, zzzzt, zzzzt.  Too bad Gramps couldn’t have roasted himself like that after he killed my dad,” he grumbled angrily.

“That’s sick, bubba,” I countered.

“Sorry, man,” he apologized as if he didn’t really mean it.  “I can’t help how I feel about it, though.”

“No, I guess not.”

“At least Pops had everything set up properly so you didn’t have issues with the inheritance.”

“True that,” I agreed.  “I couldn’t believe my fuckin’ egg donor crawled out of the woodwork like the lowlife weasel she is and tried to claim it all for herself.  Goddam cunt, anyway,” I growled angrily.  “Of course, that was all dad’s fault since he never signed the damn divorce papers.  Guess she thought she deserved it all since they were still technically married.  The look on the bitch’s face when she found out all the old man left her was ten measly bucks was priceless, though.”

“Just the fact he left her anything pretty much killed any chance of her contesting his will, though, didn’t it?” Trey pondered out loud.

“Yep.  If it’d been up to me, I wouldn’t have given her a thin dime,” I vented.  “Guess Dad’s lawyer knew exactly what he was doin’.  And thanks to him, with all of ours going into the trust, she couldn’t get at any of it without goin’ through the trustees and they sure weren’t going to entertain any of her bullshit.”

“Yep, good planning by Pops to stop that shit before it could gain any traction.”

“Speaking of moms, you didn’t tell me much about the call with ours this morning,” I commented to get away from the depressing discussion we were wallowing in.  “How’s she doin’?”

“From what little she can say, especially over the phone, great,” he answered.  “She finally got that promotion she’s been buckin’ for the past year and is now Deputy Director.”

“Good for her!” I cheered happily.  “When’s she goin’ for the top spot?”

“Knowin’ her, she’s already politicking for that position.  If the Director knows what’s good for him, he better be watchin’ his back,” Trey laughed.

“I’m sure he is,” I agreed.

“Mom said she thinks if the current guy is re-elected, he might actually appoint her to take over the whole kit and kaboodle.”

“Well, if anybody deserves it, it’s her, especially after sniffing out and stopping that bombing of the White House last year.”

“You know it.  She banked a shit ton of brownie points for that save.”  I’d finally wilted enough that I could sit up without the chaise’s webbing slicing my dick off and after doing so, I turned to face Trey with a serious expression on my face.  “What?” he asked in fear.  “I don’t like when you give me that damn look and you know it.”

“I’ve been thinkin’ about somethin’ since before Dad died and want you to give it some serious thought.”

“Oh shit, here we go again,” he giggled lightly.

“We love each other, right?”

“Well, duh!!” he retorted.

“And we plan to stay together for the rest of our lives, right?”

“That’s my plan, for sure, bubba,” he agreed immediately.

“Well, we both work from home even though we really don’t have to, thanks to Dad.  And while some of that’s kinda fun and interesting, it’s also mind-numbingly bland.  I mean a monkey could do it with a day’s training.  And we don’t really go anywhere much since it requires having to put on clothes.  Not that I’m complaining a bit about that since I love seeing you naked,” I added with a giggle of my own.

“Get to the point, bean-brain, the suspense is killin’ me.”

“I think it’s high time we infused some much-needed spice into our otherwise boring lives.”  I dropped my head to gaze blankly in the direction of my feet, contemplating torturing him a bit longer, but when I looked back into his eyes and discovered he was about to close the gap between us to strangle the crap out of me for teasing him the way I was, I asked the big one, “Uhm, what do you think about us adopting a kid or two?” I queried nervously, unsure how he’d react to the idea. 

I’d obviously been overthinking things way too much like I usually do and can’t say I was a bit surprised when Trey joined me on my chaise, took both my hands in his and with the widest grin I’d seen lately, answered, “I thought you’d never ask.”

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