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Subject: Raising Boys 16 Thanks for all your responses to this story. Comments, questions or even criticism are always welcome at hoo Please remember that Nifty needs our donations to continue to provide these wonderful fty/donate.html RAISING BOYS 16 I drove on to the grounds at baby boy's school and parked. I elected not to wait in the pickup line as I was too anxious to see my boy and see how his first day of school had gone. I walked into the school just as my boy was walking out of his classroom. He had his friend, Flynn right beside him. Both boys ran up to me and jumped into my arms. I hugged them both as they tried to tell me all the things they had done today. At that moment, Stewart walked up behind us, tapping me on the shoulder. "Man I relieve you of one of those boys, please?" "Certainly," I said. "Which one would you like to take off my hands?" Before he could answer, Flynn jumped into his arms. He held onto his dad's body like a drowning man with a life preserver. I looked at this smiling boy with his arms around his daddy's neck and almost started crying tears of joy. It was obvious Stewart was experiencing the same emotions. With difficulty, we controlled our emotions and started walking together, holding our sons as they just babbled. We got to my car and we sat both boys on the front of the car. The boys were talking together and I took the opportunity to ask Stewart if he had heard any feedback from his meeting of the previous day. He said he had heard nothing today. Stewart calmly told me that he was fine with however things worked out. He said he intended to carry through with his resignation if they cancelled the bus routes. "You've got a lot of moxie, guy," I told him. "Stewart, I am telling you this and I mean it. I know that if you resign, you will no longer be allowed to live in the parsonage. I want you to know that you and your sweet boy have a home with my boys and me in the event you need it. I am dead serious. You will have a home with us for as long as you need it. I realize we haven't known each other very long, but I am very fond of you and my kid loves your Flynnie. I can't imagine that church will let you go. There are surely enough smart people to realize what they would be losing but I really leave it. You shouldn't worry for a second because you and your boy will be taken care of." Stewart looked surprised at my offer. "Hell," he said, "We may get home and find our stuff on the street. I appreciate your offer. You'll never know how much it means to me to have a friend who is willing to listen to me and who understands my own struggles. You just can't know." I reached out and embraced him. He returned my embrace. I looked over at our boys. They had actually stopped babbling and were just sitting smiling, watching their daddies hug it out. Stewart grabbed Flynn who immediately put his arms around his dad's neck and I grabbed my boy, throwing him over my shoulders. "We gotta go pick up my older kiddo," I said. "We'll see you later, Rob ? maybe sooner than we could imagine," he said with a chuckle. We got into the car and I slid into the driver's seat after buckling my boy in. "So you had a good day, baby boy?' I asked. "I had a good time. I like Miss Anderson," he said. "What is it that makes you like her, son?" I asked "Well, she said I'm a handsome boy and she said I'm a smart boy. She had me read and said I'm a very good reader. Some of the others can't read at all but I knew all the words in the whole book. She smells good too. I think she smells like mommy." I wasn't sure what that meant. I looked in the mirror to see if that memory had made him sad, but he didn't look sad at all. He still had a big smile on his face. We arrived at Ren's school. They had already dismissed and he was standing with three boys I had never seen. Landry and I walked over and Ren introduce his brother and me to the boys. Two of them left as their parents arrived to pick them up. We were left standing with a guy who was about an inch shorter than Ren. He looked like he was carrying ten or fifteen pound of extra weight. I guessed it was probably some residual baby fat which would disappear as he went through puberty. The boy had really straight black hair and almond-shaped eyes. It was obvious he had some Asian blood. He had a very nice smile with perfect teeth and a smooth, clear complexion. Ren had introduced him as Casper and he told me they were in homeroom and three other classes together. I learned Casper's mother was to pick him up but she was apparently running late. He said that wasn't unusual as she was a realtor and she may have been showing a house. He didn't seem upset in the least and said he would be fine alone until his mom got there. I suggested we wait with the boy until his mom showed up. We began to talk and I learned that Casper and his mother had just moved to town during the summer. He said his mom was originally from North Alabama but he had lived with his mom and dad in Colorado until they divorced a couple of months ago. Then his mom and he had moved here. He said he had only been back to visit his dad once since they moved but he was supposed to go out to see him again at either Thanksgiving or Christmas. We waited a while and I began to get concerned. I asked Casper where he and his mother lived. As it turned out, they were less than a half mile from us. By now his mom was forty five minutes late. While the boy didn't seem concerned, I was becoming worried. Everyone else had left now and I had no intention of leaving this boy alone at the school. I asked if his mom had a cell phone and he said yes. I got my cell phone and gave it to him, suggesting he call her number. He dialed the number and I saw a cloud come over his face. Something was not right. He walked up to me and handed me the phone as he fought back tears. He was trying very hard not to cry as he gave me the phone. I got on the line and was informed I was speaking to a nurse at the hospital downtown. I was informed Casper's mom had been in an accident. After determining she was conscious and her injuries were not life-threatening, I advised them I would bring her son there immediately. We all got in my car and I may have exceeded the speed limit getting this kid there. I could see he was trying to be brave, but the boy was scared to death. When I parked the car in the parking deck my boys and I got out of the car. Casper had been in the front seat beside me and he had made no move to open his door. I went around and opened the door. The boy was sitting there, afraid to move, big tears just rolling down his cheeks. The boy was absolutely terrified ? too frightened to even move. I helped him stand and hugged him as he sobbed in my arms. My boys stood, not saying a word. I stroked his back and very shortly Ren walked over and just began to rub his friend's back. When the sobs subsided I asked if he was ready to go see his mom. I grabbed some tissues from the car and handed them to him. He thanked me and after drying his tears, said he was fine and ready to g in now. Ren gave his friend a hug. I put my arm around him as we headed into the emergency room. I turned around to make sure the boys were following and saw that Ren had taken his little brother in his arms and was carrying him. The nurse led us to the treatment room and when Casper saw his mom was sitting up in the bed talking to the nurse, he ran to her. They hugged, both relieved to see the other was okay. The boys and I waited just outside the door for a minute until Casper motioned us to come into the room. Casper introduced us to his mother. Samantha Littlechurch was a very polite woman with a very nice, soft voice. She had some pretty severe bruises on her face and a bandage over her left ear. She seemed very together, given the rough afternoon she'd been through. She gestured for her son to sit beside her on the bed and began gently brushing his hair off his forehead. She apologized to her son for not being there when he got out of school. Then she turned to me and my sons and thanked us for looking out for her son. I assured her it was no trouble for us. She really just couldn't stop thanking us until I told her we hadn't done anything any parent wouldn't have done. The nurse came back into the room to inform her doctor left orders she would be hospitalized for at least one night as there was some chance she might have internal bleeding. She looked very worried and I asked how we could help. She said ordinarily it would not be a problem as her sister lived with her and Casper. However, her sister had left on Saturday for a Caribbean cruise and she had no other relatives in town. I told her that was not a problem as we had lots of room in our home and one more boy wouldn't be a bit of trouble. I insisted Casper come home with us and spend the night. I told her I would get him to school in the morning, then call to check on her and we could make plans from that point. She was very grateful and apologetic for imposing on us. I told her it was absolutely no imposition and I really looked forward to getting to know her son better as he seemed to be my son's friend. She pulled me in for a hug and kept thanking me. She had Casper get her purse so that she could retrieve a house key. She gave the key to me as I had said we could run by their home so Casper could get pajamas, clothes and anything he might need for the following day. Again she thanked us. She pulled her son in for a good-bye hug and insisted on giving each of my boys a hug before we left. Casper directed me to his house. We arrived at a large two-story home in a nice neighborhood. He and his mom lived less than a half mile from us. His mom had said that her sister had moved in with them after they moved here. I assumed there must either be some family money or Samantha had received a considerable divorce settlement and his father was not doing badly. Or perhaps the woman knew her stuff when it came to real estate. Now that Casper knew his mom would be fine, his spirits had lifted. He was a jovial boy with a good sense of humor and a wonderful personality. He was a cute kid with brown hair a bit on the shaggy side. I realized that once he got through puberty, there was every indication he would be a hot boy. The boys and I went in with the kid to gather what he would need. I suggested he pack a bag for a couple of days in case his mom's discharge was delayed. We went up the circular staircase into his room where he gathered clothes for a couple of days. When he pulled out underwear, I noticed he was packing some very stylish, high end underwear. I wondered how long it might be before Ren decided to ditch the tighty whiies in favor of more stylish underwear. I helped him pack a toothbrush and indicated that was really all he would need as we had all the other things for him to use. As we were leaving I more closely noticed how nicely the house was appointed. There were a number of pricey-looking antiques in the home and I noticed a six-foot Steinway grand piano in the living room. I wondered if his mom played and made a mental note to ask the lad. We locked up and got back in the car to head for home. By that time it was a few minutes after five and I was surprised my boys weren't dying of starvation. I suggested we go out for pizza and the guys were most agreeable. I handed my phone to Ren and suggested he phone Jack to see if he wanted to join us. I wondered if he was even home yet or if he was still at Gil's apartment with my friend's finger lodged in his tight hole. Jack was at home and accepted our invitation for pizza. He said he would meet us at the restaurant in about twenty minutes. Jack beat us there by about five minutes. He had already gotten a table, so after Ren introduced him to Casper, we all ordered our drinks and pizza. The boys talked about their first day of school. Everything had seemed to go well for my boys and Casper reported everyone had been friendly to him. He admitted he had been nervous about moving to a new state and a new school. Jack asked him if he had any interest in sports. Casper said he had been on the junior wrestling team at his old school and hoped to join the wrestling team here. He noted the wrestling season didn't start until the end of football season as so many of the boys from the football team were also wrestlers. Jack said he always thought he might enjoy wrestling but he never really felt he had the build for it. He said his swim coach was an assistant to the wrestling coach at the middle school, so he would probably meet him soon. Casper offered to show him some moves sometime and Jack agreed that would be fun. Once the pizza came, the conversation pretty much died as the pizza were good and all these guys were hungry. I asked Jack how his afternoon had been. He blushed and smiled, saying his whole day had been good. As I looked at that handsome little angel, I thought what a wild little fucker he was in bed. My dick was getting hard before our server came to offer dessert. Landry asked if they could swim when we got home. I asked the boys if they had any homework. None of them did so I agreed we could probably manage an hour in the pool and still get to bed by nine or nine thirty. As we finished our dinner and the boys were occupied talking about school, I shared with Jack that I had met prior to our lunch today with the attorney handling his trust. He looked worried for a second, but I reassured him there were no problems. I told him I'd love to discuss the outcome of the meeting with him and suggested that, if he didn't have plans, we might put our heads together once I got the boys settled in. He smiled and in a very quiet voice, said,"your place or mine, daddy?" Then he winked at me. I loaded my boys and Casper into the car and headed to the house. My dick was hard all the way home after Jack winked at me. I wondered if he could possibly be ready for more play after the way he spent his afternoon. When we got home, I sent the boys up to change into swimsuits. I saw the light blinking on the message machine so I went in to check messages. The first two were blank. It sounded as if someone had called and then just held the phone for a while, not saying anything. The third message really surprised me. It was Rick, my former business partner. He said he was just calling to check on me and see how the boys and I were doing. I was surprised by his call, as we had grown distant in the year or so before we sold the business. We never had words or disagreements ? we just grew apart. He had divorced his wife and married a much younger woman about six weeks after his divorce. That marriage lasted three months and he was divorced again. Then he married an even younger wife and the last time I had heard from him, they had moved down to West Palm. I really cared for the guy and I hoped he was all right. He had said in the message he would be up late, so I thought I might return the call after the boys were in bed. I made one more call and when I looked up Ren was standing in the doorway of the library with his friend. Neither guy was wearing a shirt and both had towels wrapped around their waists. "Dad, he said, "Casper left his bathing suit at home. He didn't know we had a pool and he'd really like to swim. I loaned him one of mine but it didn't fit. He says he wouldn't mind swimming naked if we did it too. He used to do it with a friend of his and he liked it so he doesn't think his mom will have a problem with it." Casper stood there showing no expression. I certainly didn't have a problem with it but would his mother? I thought about the situation for a minute and decided there was no reason not to let the boys swim. If Samantha was upset about it, so be it. I knew it would make Landry happy so I decided there was no reason to deprive my boys of joy. I told them to take off for the pool but to stay in the shallow end until either Jack or I got there. "Thanks, dad," Ren said as he came in for a hug. "Thank you, Mr. Ross," his friend added I thought how the boys had just saved me at trip upstairs to change. I grabbed a cold beer from the fridge and a few bottles of water for the boys and headed out to the pool area, just as Jack arrived from the guest house. The other three boys were already in the shallow end of the pool. A very naked Landry came out of the pool and ran up to Jack, grabbing one of his legs. "We're skinny-dipping, Jack! You can get naked too!" he said excitedly. Jack looked to me as if seeking approval. I nodded and Jack pulled of his red Speedo, revealing that beautiful smooth body of his. I noticed his dick looked just a little thicker than usual, but couldn't believe the boy could still have anything left in his tank. He ran to the pool and did a cannonball into the deep end, soaking all of us, including me. I shed my soaked clothes and jumped into the pool with them. Jack and Ren were playing splashdown with Landry and after a couple of throws, Casper agreed to take Jack's place. After a couple of botched attempts the kid got the hang of it. Jack and I swam down to the deep end after grabbing a couple of floats. The guys were playing noisily at the other end so they had no way of hearing our conversation. "How was the rest of your afternoon after I left, kiddo?" I asked. "It was great, Rob," he replied. "Gil is just a great guy. You're very lucky to have him as a friend. "We're both lucky to have him as a friend," I said "Is Casper's mom going to be all right," the boy asked. "I think so. escort kocaeli (https://stpribor.com/) She was banged up pretty badly so they want to be careful. The human body is a very strange instrument, Jack. My mom had a little fall at home. I was on the West Coast, Marcie was here with a toddler and an infant, and my sister was in Hong Kong. I flew into Birmingham immediately and when I got to the hospital, she and her doctor told me she had a broken hip but she would be fine. I went to my hotel. Within hours I had a call and she was gone." "Oh, man!" he said. "I'm so sorry. "Yeah, she had a blood clot hit her lung and she was just gone." I explained. "Man, I'm sorry, he said. "Jack, life takes some sudden and twisting turns sometimes. But I don't have to tell you about that, "I said. "Son," I began, do you have any desire to visit your mom in prison? I understand she's at Tutwiler Prison and it's only a couple of hours from here. If you'd like, I'd be glad to go with you for a visit. I'm sure Gil would make himself available to join you too, if that worked better." "Rob," I've thought about that. I've decided I'm just not ready. I may never be ready. Then again, I might decide tomorrow or next week to see her. I know I still have a lot of anger toward her and dad for letting our lives go to shit. I haven't forgiven that yet. I hope I will and I feel like I will in time. I'm so lucky to have you and Ren and Landry and Gil in my life. We're much closer as a family of men and boys than my biological family ever was. I trust you more than I ever trusted either parent. That's kinda sad, given I've known them for twenty years and you for a few weeks." "Kiddo," I said, "we're all lucky. You mean so much to me. I couldn't be happier than I am with the family we ? all of us ? have created." We hugged it out. As we hugged, he whispered, "Rob, this proximity to your body is making me hard. How about I race you to the end of the pool and back?" "You got it, kiddo!" We took off. The other boys realized immediately what was going on and started cheering us on. Of course Jack beat me but the guys cheered for both of us. I jumped on Jack's back and he swam around the pool carrying me Landry couldn't resist so he ended up on my back as Jack swam carrying us both. It was fun, but I realized the guys really needed to be heading for bed. "Guys, I began, I hate to be the bearer of bad tidings, but it's a school night and we all know what that means." At that moment, Jack walked up on the diving board, as if it were a stage. He said, "Before we end our evening, I have an announcement to make, if I may." I found this unusual as Jack just wasn't one to draw attention to himself. "Friends, neighbors and countrymen, I have been asked by my friend, Bradley, coach of the guppies, to announce that Landry Ross has been selected to represent his team in the 50 yard individual back stroke event at their first meet a week from this Saturday." Ren, Casper and I started clapping and cheering. I was shocked and Landry looked surprised. I don't think he was sure what Jack was talking about but he could tell it was good news. Jack continued, "If I could have Mr. Landry Ross join me on stage, please." Landry got out of the pool and walked up on the diving board beside his idol. Jack lifted the boy gave him a hug, and gently tossed him into the pool where I was standing in the chest-deep water. I pulled him up and hugged him. He was clapping his hands wildly, just enjoying the attention. As we settled down, Jack continued, "I have been asked also by Coach Ennis, coach of the Golden Dolphins to announce that Ren Ross has been selected to represent the team at their first meet in the individual 100 yard breast stroke event." Ren went crazy. He hadn't expected to be selected since he was so new and a lot of the other guys had been competing for several years. I saw him hugging Casper. Landry and I swam over to join them in a group hug. We were clapping and cheering when Jack quieted us once more. "As my last announcement, I would also like to announce that Ren will also be swimming the breast stroke in the 100 meter relay. He is the first rookie ever to be selected on a relay team!" With that, Jack dove off the board and swam over to Ren, lifting his body out of the water as though his body was a set of barbells. Jack lifted the boy above his head and then splashed him down into the water. We were all over my older son, congratulaitng him, hugging him, touching him. I don't have to tell you how proud I was at that moment and Jack seemed to be almost as proud as I was. Once things began to settle down, we all headed for the outdoor showers to rinse off the chlorine, then they all headed upstairs. I had given them the choice of showering tonight or in the morning. All three had preferred showering tonight so they all headed up to grab showers. Jack said he would run grab a shower. I told him to go ahead and I'd do the same. He hesitated for a second and finally asked, "Do I, uh, need to use the new gift you gave me before I come back?" Jack was blushing deep red as he asked that. ""Are you sure you're not too sore for any of that tonight?" I asked him. "Oh no, sir, not at all." "Then that sounds great," I said. He started walking to the guest house when I stopped him. "Jack," I began, "what would you think if I told you to go get the gift and bring it to my bedroom so I can make sure you're using it properly." "Oh, God," that would be terrific." "Then go grab it, soldier, and I'll see you in the barracks," I instructed doing my best imitation of a drill sergeant. "Sir, yes sir," he replied as he ran off down the path. "What the fuck am I doing?" I thought. I had been fantasizing about the time Coach Jordan taught me to clean myself out for him. Now I was going to reenact that scene with Jack. I knew that was going to happen. I knew I wanted it. I had known I wanted it from the time I walked into Target and bought the damned bulb syringe. My dick knew that too! I went upstairs and pulled on a pair of athletic shorts, simply because I was feeling so horny, I didn't want to put out one of my kid's eyes with my hardon. I looked in Landry's room, but he wasn't there. I went into Ren's room and heard the shower going. The door was ajar, so I called out Ren's name. "Come on in, Dad," he said. I walked in to see Ren, Casper, and Landry under the shower. Ren was helping Landry shampoo his hair while Casper was standing beside my boys with a good lather all over his body. My earlier assessment that the lad was carrying a few extra pounds had been correct. It was obvious he was not as far along developmentally as Ren. He didn't seem at all shy about showing his body as he soaped his crotch. At first glance, I saw not a single hair above his very small uncut penis. I wasn't absolutely certain he was uncut as it was very small and there was lather all around it. When he raised his arms to clear the soap from his upper body, I could see that his pits were totally smooth with not a single hair in sight. At this point, Ren had finished with my baby and he came to me. I grabbed a towel and wrapped him up, drying him vigorously. My beautiful Ren was shampooing his hair and it was really all I could do to take my eyes off his beautiful body, with his hairy pits all lathered up. He had moved down to soap his crotch and I watched him as he pulled the foreskin back, washing carefully. I watched as Casper did the same thing, so I assumed he was indeed uncut. I leaned on the vanity, watching the boys as I thoroughly dried my younger son's body. I excused myself to take Landry to his room as the boys were getting out of the shower and starting to dry their bodies. I took Landry into his room and laid him on the bed. I asked if he wanted pajamas and he, not surprisingly declined. iI pulled the covers up over his little naked body and tucked him in. I gave him a hug and kissed his cheek. "Good night, sweet boy," I said. He smiled up at me and said softly, "Good night, daddy. I love you." I turned on his night light and turned off the overhead. I left the room, leaving his door slightly ajar. I started to check on Casper, but decided to go in and tell Ren good night first. When I went in Ren's room, I was surprised to see both boys in Ren's bed. The bed was a full bed, so I knew there was plenty of room. I was, nonetheless, a bit surprise. Furthermore, the boys did not appear to be wearing pajamas, at least no pajama tops. I didn't say anything about it but sat down on the side of the bed beside Ren. "Are you boys ready to sleep," I asked. "Sure thing, dad," Ren said. "I think we're both excited about school tomorrow. "Just remember you have to wake up early, so don't stay awake talking too long. Okay, guys?" "Yes, sir," both boys answered. I gave Ren a hug and kissed his cheek. I turned out the light and was leaving the room as I heard Casper's very quiet voice saying, "Could I have a hug too, Mr. Ross?" I turned the light back on and went to him, giving him a hug. Ren joined us for a group hug and I just held them. After a minute or so, Casper said, "Thank you for taking care of me today, Mr. Ross. I was really scared. I don't know what I'd do if something bad happened to my mom. I just don't know." I continued to hold both boys as I assured him his mom was likely to be fine. I told him not to worry and that I would check on her in the e morning as soon as I took them to school. He seemed relieved as I got up and again turned out the light. I walked into my room and found a naked Jack lying on my bed on his tummy. The bulb syringe was sitting on the bedside table. When I picked it up, I could tell he already had filled it with warm water. I lay down on the bead and turned him to face me. "How's my little soldier?" I asked. "I'm good, sir," he said. I kissed him. He tasted of mint. I kissed him softly at first, then offering him some tongue. He took it and tried to suck my whole tongue into his mouth. I tried to slow him down a little. "Are you hard, son?" I asked softly. "Yes, sir, he responded. "Okay, son, I want you to stand up, stand at attention, and let me inspect you'" I said to him. He stood as I sat up on the edge of the bed. His crotch was at the level of my face as he stood erect before me, totally naked, totally exposed, totally vulnerable. I began at his ankles, running both my hands up both his legs, then back down and up again, front and back. I then moved my hands up, squeezing and stroking his smooth, firm buttocks, letting my fingers graze his hole but intentionally avoiding that hot space. He whimpered each time my fingers got close to his boyhole. I then started to lick his chest and gently bite his nipples. I could see in the dim light that he was hard as a rock. His body was almost humming. I realized that I had complete control of this boy in this moment. I put my arms around him and guided his arms around me. I kissed him deeply and sweetly. When I took my lips away, I put two fingers to his mouth. He eagerly sucked them into his warm, wet mouth taking them deeply without gagging. I pulled the fingers out and released him. "Lie down on your tummy, soldier." He immediately obeyed me. I knelt behind him between his slightly spread legs. I took his legs and spread them a bit wider. I could now see his tiny pink hole, inviting me to penetrate it. I stuck two fingers in my mouth and began to make circles around that beautiful little starfish. That made him crazy. He tried to grab my hand and guide my fingers into his hole. I did not allow that. He even tried to insert one of his own fingers into his hole, but I grabbed both his wrists and guided his hands over his head. "Patience, baby, patience," I whispered my mouth at his ear, flicking my wet tongue into his ear. I reached for the syringe and lubricated the tube with my spit. With one hand, I parted his crack, totally exposing his hole. I placed just the very tip against his hole. He tried to move back and get it in his hole, but I held him still, denying him penetration. He was whimpering. I heard him softly say, "Please sir." I knew I would never be able to deny this boy anything so I again spit on the tube and put it against his hole. He again pushed back and I softly pushed in. I watched the tube disappear into his hole. He was moaning softly and trying to hump the tube, but I held him still. I began to softly squeeze the bulb, releasing the warm water into his body. He was moaning. I knew at that moment if I even touched his dick, he would shoot. I didn't touch him and continued to squeeze the bulb until all the water was inside him. I pulled the tube out of him and gently turned him over onto his back. I moved up beside him and began to lick and kiss his throat as I rubbed his tummy. He tried to move my hands to his cock, but I again took his hands and moved them over his head, holding them there. "Are you feeling full, son?"I asked. "Yes, sir." I remembered when Coach had taught me to use the syringe, he had carried my little eighth grade boy body into the bathroom but I knew that wasn't possible with Jack so I stood up and helped him stand. I put my arm around him and led him into the bathroom. I him to the toilet and then left him, closing the door and gave him some privacy. A few minutes later, he tapped on the door. I went into the bathroom and turned on the hot shower. I guided him under the water and began to bathe him. I soaped his body, taking extra pains to soap my finger and tease his boyhole. As I soaped his hard cock, I knew he was about to blow, so I just moved my hand away and began to rinse him. He was attempting to rub his cock against my body, seeking enough friction to get his load out. He was wanting to cum so badly but I wouldn't let him. I turned off the water and dried him off. As I dried him, I was kneeling in front of him and very quickly licked his rock-hard cock head. Then I sucked his entire cock into my throat for just one second. He immediately started humping and thrusting wildly but I pushed him away and stood up, leading him back to the bed. I had him lie on his back and guided his legs apart. I got on my knees between his legs and had him pull his legs up to his knees were at his shoulders. I had my clean, fresh horny boy spread wide open before me. I began to tease his hole, taking a wet finger and just tracing around the hold. He began moving his butt, trying to get my finger into his hole. I continued to tease him as I added my mouth and started licking in circles around the very edge of his hole. He pushed back trying his best to make contact between his hole any my tongue. After several minutes of teasing him, I put my middle and index fingers into my mouth and got them wet and slick. With one more circle around his hole, I put my fingertips directly on his hot hole. He was moaning like a motherfucker as I let him release his legs and slowly slide his hole down on my fingers. I could feel his swollen gland as my fingers grazed it on the way in. I completely removed my fingers a couple of times and he would moan and beg me to put them back in. I reinserted only my index finger and began to make circles on his sensitive prostate gland. At this point, he was lying flat on the bed, his legs apart with me kneeling between his knees, my hand teasing and torturing his hole. His dick was pointing to the sky. I started inserting and removing my index finger, bumping his p-spot every time. I felt it begin to harden and I knew he was there. I clamped my mouth down on his hard dick and started sucking for all I was worth. He was thrashing and humping, afraid I might not let him finish. I have no idea how many spurts he gave because I had his cock in the back of my throat, far beyond my taste buds. I knew his dick would be sensitive, so I held my mouth completely still. I also held my hand completely still, letting my finger very lightly circle his now-softening prostate gland. By the time I removed my finger and moved up to lie beside him, he was soundly sleeping. I kissed his cheek and pulled the covers over us. We both slept. Sometime later I woke up. I couldn't see my clock but it was still dark. As I woke, I realized there was a hot, wet mouth on my cock. I realized Jack was down there, under the cover, holding my cock in his mouth. I wondered how long he had been there, just holding my cock in his hot mouth. My dick began to immediately harden. He moved down and licked my balls and then dragged his tongue up and sucked my cock into his mouth. I tried to pull his face up to mine to kiss him but he was in control now and he resisted. He took my hands in his and held them against the mattress. He then moved up and licked my pits. Then he started sucking on my nipples moving back and forth from one to the other, sucking and gently biting. I was getting close when he moved his head back down and while holding my hands over my head, started sucking my cock furiously. I fed him a hot load. When my climax subsided, he moved up beside me and came in for a kiss, sharing my own tasty load. We slept again. I awoke when my alarm went off, finding myself alone in the bed. I jumped into the shower, dressed, and headed downstairs. I again found Jack preparing breakfast for me and the boys. Landry was sitting at the bar, chatting with him. I gave him Jack a hug from behind and Landry was already on his way to me for a big morning hug. I hugged my baby and sat him back on his stool. "Jack, "I sad, "you've got to quit spoiling us with breakfast every kocaeli anal yapan escort (https://stpribor.com/escort/kocaeli-anal-yapan-escort-bayan) morning. You do realize I can cook eggs and bacon, don't you?" "Rob," he said, giving me one of his beautiful smiles, "I really enjoy doing this. I know I won't be able to do it often once my classes begin, but I still have a few days till that happens. It is something I enjoy, so please don't be mad at me for doing it." I turned the boy to me and hugged him. "How could I ever be mad at you?" I asked. I almost kissed him on the lips and realized Landry was there, so I checked myself and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek. I don't think Landry would have even noticed if I had kissed him on the lips, but I was still finding my way about a lot of things, including how much affection two people ? regardless of gender - should show in front of children or in public. I had little time to reflect on these weighty matters as Ren and Castor came into the kitchen, both boys starving. We enjoyed a hearty breakfast of scrambled eggs, fried sausage patties and hash browns. I had a second cup of coffee as I watched Jack just interact with my kids and Ren's friend. He was such a natural with the kids. I couldn't believe what a hot little firecracker the kid was behind closed doors. Jack said he planned do some more reading this morning, still trying to get a little ahead on what he anticipated might be a difficult class this term. He said he was having lunch with Coach Ennis and they were planning to get to talk about several things related to the swim team. He asked if it would be okay to invite his coach over to swim if they finished in time. I told him he could bring coach Ennis here any time. I pulled Jack aside and told the boy he didn't have to ask my permission to have guests here and that this was his home. He gave me a long hug and I was starting to get hard when the boys came in with their bookbags reminding me it was time to take off for school. I dropped the boys off and headed for the hospital to check on Casper's mother. I walked into the room where she was finishing her breakfast. The bruises on her face were darker than the previous day but her smile was very nice. "Robbie," she greeted me warmly, "thanks so much for coming by. I love the flowers you sent and I hope you will thank your boys for me. Is everything all right with Casper?" "Yes, ma'am, everything is good. I just dropped the boys off at school. We had absolutely no problems last night and Casper seemed well-rested this morning and ready for a good day. How are you feeling?" "Pretty damned sore to be completely honest," she chuckled. "They wheeled me down before the sun even came up this morning and x-rayed every goddamned bone in my body. I'm expecting the orthopaedist at any moment. Can you stay for a bit?" I told her I had some free time on my hands and she motioned to pull up a chair near her bed. "Robbie, I am forever in your debt for taking care of my son yesterday and for taking into your home. I honestly don't know what I would have done. Of all times for my sister to be away, I just really don't know what in the world I could have done." "Samantha, please. I totally understand." I explained to her that I was a single parent, having lost the boys' mother after being away from home all the time. "I've had to learn how to parent, Samantha. It's been the scariest and the most rewarding experience I can imagine." "I can tell," she said, smiling. "When you look at those boys, it's easy to see that you adore them. They are so lucky to have a father who loves them that much." A sad look crossed her face. "Samantha, are you all right?" I asked. "She said, yes, I'm fine, Robbie. And please call me `Sam' ? everyone does. " "We stopped by your house so Casper could get some things last night. You have a beautiful home and you don't live very far from us." "It's more house than we need, but I was amazed at how inexpensive real estate is down here. That home in Colorado would have cost at least four times as much. So I decided just to go ahead and grab that one off the market. I've been selling real estate all my life and I know a bargain when I see one. Did Casper tell you how we came to be here?" she asked. "We didn't talk much. He did say you and his dad divorced and that you were originally from this area so you decided to move back here." "He didn't tell you what a foul-mouthed asshole his father is?" she asked, smiling. "Umm, no, he didn't get around to that," I said with a chuckle. "My ex is the asshole of the world. To make a very long story short, he immigrated to this country from Viet Nam with nothing but the shirt on his back. He lived in New York, where he did menial work in restaurants. He may be an asshole, but he's a very intelligent asshole. When he was twenty-seven, he opened his first tiny little restaurant in New York City. He managed to attend the Culinary Institute and he is now the owner of twelve very successful restaurants. I met him when I was working with a client, another chef, who was moving into the Birmingham area. We all had dinner and a year later we were married. I think I always knew it was a mistake. He was a cold bastard and I should have known better. But I was raised in this area and was ready to get away. I really wanted to have a child. He really didn't. He thought I was using birth control. I didn't. So, along came Casper. I love that kid ? he's the light of my life, but his father totally ignored him. I don't think his father hated him, he just didn't care. He never held him, he rarely even spoke to him. For my husband, it was as though he just didn't exist. I finally had enough and decided to take my son and move back here. When I found out he was screwing one of the young things working for him, I gathered the evidence I needed, got the evidence and sued his ass for a divorce. You probably think I'm a ruthless bitch," she said with a chuckle. "Umm, I think you're a bitch I wouldn't want to cross," I said, chuckling. We enjoyed a good laugh. I liked her laugh. It was warm and uninhibited. I had no doubt she would be a barracuda, but I also sensed she was a person capable of caring deeply. "Casper told us he was going to visit his dad either for Thanksgiving or Christmas," I told her. "That will never happen," she said. "His dad doesn't care whether he ever sees him again. Casper asked if he could visit his dad during the holidays and I told him we could talk about it. We've been back here for three months now and guess how many times that bastard has called his son." "Zero?" I asked. "Zero," she said. I didn't get real bitterness or hostility from her. She seemed to have just dealt with the facts and to have made a decision to do what was in the best interest of her son. I admired that. At that moment, a man in a white coat came in, whom she introduced as her orthopaedist. I got up to leave but she looked over at me and just said, "Sit." I sat. She introduced me to the doctor, calling me her `savior' for having rescued her son. The doctor told her the xrays had confirmed a fracture in her right leg. He said it would require surgery and they would be prepping her immediately to take care of it. "Oh, shit," was her response. The doctor added that she would require a three to four day hospitalization "No, doctor, that is just not an option," she said. The doctor looked shocked. It was obvious he was not used to hearing the word `no'. "Ms. Littlechurch," he doctor continued, it is essential we fix this fracture. Ignoring or delaying the procedure is not an option. You will also need anti-coagulant therapy for several days postoperatively to minimize any chance of blood clots, which could prove fatal." "Doctor," I interrupted, "please have your people schedule the procedure. Ms. Littlechurch will sign the authorizations." Sam looked shocked. It was clear she was not accustomed to being overruled. "Samantha, I lost my mother because of a postoperative blood clot. I have no intention of letting that happen to a friend of my son. You need to settle down and start signing papers. Now." The doctor turned, thanked me and shook my hand as he left the room. She sat silent for a moment then reached out and took my hand. "Thank you, Rob," she said. "You're not the only one who can be a bitch," I said. We both smiled. I told her not to worry for a second about her kid. I advised her as of right now he would become a member of my family for as long as necessary. She pulled me back in and gave me a long, silent hug. I sat back down beside her and simply laid it out for her. "I will take care of your son as if he were my own as long as you are unable to do so. I will protect him, feed him, and make sure he gets to school, gets home in the afternoon, gets his homework one, stays clean, and has a soft bed to sleep in." She smiled that warm smile again. "What did I do to deserve this?" she asked. "Don't worry about a thing except getting well and getting your ass ready to get out of this torture chamber." I told her. "Sam, once you get to know me, and I feel like we're going to become good friends, you will understand that I'm a very honest guy. I need to tell you that last night when we got home after dinner, the boys wanted to swim. Casper didn't know we had a pool so he didn't pack a swimsuit. When we got home, I let all the boys skinny-dip, including myself and another friend. If that bothers you, I apologize and will make sure it never happens again when he is at our home." She started laughing out loud. "For God's sake, Robbie, do you really think I'd have a problem with my boy skinny-dipping with a bunch of other guys? I think it's great and it will be wonderful for my son. God knows, I'm not sure he ever saw his own father's dick ? what there was of it! Hell, I didn't see much of it in the fifteen years we were married. Truth is, there wasn't much there to see!" She was laughing and I found myself laughing with her. She looked me squarely in the eye and said, "Robbie Ross, I never thought I might even consider some asshole running through a red-light, smashing my Jag, and landing me in the hospital might be a blessing. Now I'm actually wondering about that. I haven't known you twenty-four hours, but I know how you love your boys and I'm so glad you're willing to take my own son under your wing. I absolutely trust you to do the right things for my son and I will be forever grateful." We were both a little misty as I took both her hands in my own. "Don't worry about Casper. Get well. We'll take care of your boy. She pulled me in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek and I left her smiling. On the way out I stopped at the nurses' station to make sure they had my contact information. I advised them to contact me when she came out of surgery and in the event of any emergency and was assured they would. I left the hospital feeling I had truly made a new friend. I then stopped off to talk with a builder that had been recommended to me. When our house was built, there was a basement which had never been finished. My understanding was that the owner had intended to build a gym and a safe room. I suspected Miss Trophy wife had really been planning to have a place to hide all the cash she and hubby were stealing from the company. I had my own ideas for what to do with it and I hoped my plan would really please my boys. I had brought the original plans as well as the architect's renderings and I left them all with the builder, Derrick was a really nice guy. I guessed him to be in his late thirties and found it pretty amazing he had done so well in this rough business at such an early age. I made a quick run through the grocery store for a few things, and then stopped off for a salad for lunch. It was little after twelve by that time so I decided to head home and try to reach my friend, Ricky, who had phoned me the previous day. I got the groceries into the house and decided to jump in the pool for a quick dip before I called Rick. I just undressed in the kitchen and walked naked out to the pool, diving into the deep end. The water was refreshing and I felt renewed and reinvigorated as I went in to call Ricky. He answered the phone on the second ring. "Rick," I said, "Is that really you? I had almost forgotten the sound of your voice." "Don't be mean to me, motherfucker!" he laughed. "You had my number and you could have called," he said. "No, man," I really didn't. The only number I had for you was your business cell. That number was cut off after we sold the business. I heard you had moved down to South Florida. I thought about you and your new hot wife several times. Seriously, it makes me happy to hear your voice." "Ah yes," he said. "About that hot wife. That didn't work out. Turns out she likes the puss more than the cock. When I first met her, dancing in a little club in the panhandle, I thought she was the hottest thing I'd ever gotten my hands on. When she told me she was bi, I thought I'd hit the jackpot. About the tenth time I came home to find her with her tongue in another girl's cootch, it got less amusing. It didn't take much to find out my dick held no real interest for her unless I stuck a pen in the e pisshole to write a check." "Glad to see you haven't lost your brilliant way with words and your extensive vocabulary," I said. We both laughed. "Seriously, how are you doing?" "I'm good. I'm batting zero for three in the marriage game and I think I'm going to retire from that, at least for a while. I'm living a couple of hours from you and I just thought I'd give you a call and see how you were doing. I'd love to see you and the boys. How are you making it as a single father, Rob?" "In all seriousness, my friend, I think I've found my calling. Those boys are the lights of my life. Ren is thirteen now and Landry is going to be seven on Saturday. Both boys are on swim team and, from the looks of it, both have some talent for the sport. I can't imagine my life without them now, Rick." "Good on you, my friend," he said. "I'm really happy for you. If I'd stayed with my first wife, I might have had that experience. She got tired of all my fucking around and divorced me. She's remarried and has a couple of kids. I hear she's happy and I'm glad for that. The second marriage lasted less than a year before I caught her with a construction worker and nearly got the shit beat out of me. Then the last one lasted seven months and I got sick of her. I think I may really be better off if I swear off women for a while." I doubted he was serious about swearing off puss but I had never forgotten Elliott telling me that Rick had let his frat buddy suck him off one night after a drinking party. I wondered if that had been a one-off or if he had more experiences with guys. I had never thought of Rick sexually, with the exception of that one-time remark from Elliott - but always in terms of a friend. I hadn't seen him now in about a year and wondered how he was aging. "Any chance you might come up and see me for a weekend, my friend?" he asked. "I've got a nice big condo in a downtown high rise. The view is great even if the beds are empty." "How did you land in Nashville?" I asked. "I heard about a couple of new Vandy grads who had invented a new infusion pump for intravenous fluids. They had a small startup company and were looking for someone who could offer advice and guidance on growing and marketing the product. So they found me and I'm working with them. It isn't very time-consuming but I enjoy it and these two little guys are both geniuses. We're all making a shitload of money." I will admit that the thought flashed through my mind whether one or both of those young geniuses might be sucking my friend's dick. Rick always had a reputation for going through women. He had never been faithful to his wife, Trinna, whom he went with throughout college and married right after graduation. She had thought she could tame him but she failed. I wondered if his libido was waning as he approached forty. I realized mine certainly was not. As a matter of fact, I was more interested in sex and more sexually active now than I had ever been in my life. "Hey, are you still there?" he asked. "Yeah, sorry," I replied. "Just saw a shiny object." "So do you think you might come up for a visit with your old buddy?" he asked. You're welcome to bring the boys. We might be able to make it to a Vandy game if they're in town. They're a shitty football team, but their games are fun and it's always fun to press the college flesh." It didn't sound as if a monastery was in my friend's future. "Let me check the schedule, buddy. I'd really love for you to get to know my boys and they would enjoy a college game day. As far as I know, that would be a new experience for them and I think they'd love it," I told him. "Sounds great," he said. "Just let me know what might work." "Thanks, buddy," I said, signing off. I checked the clock and, seeing I had another hour before I had to leave to pick up boys, I decided to catch a few rays. I walked out to the pool, still naked and stretched out on a chaise. Within minutes, I was dozing. I'm not sure how long I had dozed when I woke up feeling a wet mouth on my hard dick. I thought at first I was having an erotic dream, but I opened my eyes to see my boy Jack kneeling beside the chaise sucking his little heart out. His hands were wandering over my chest and teasing and pinching my hard nipples. He moved his hands back down, one guiding my cock into izmit yabancı escort (https://stpribor.com/escort/izmit-yabanci-escort) his mouth the other stroking my nuts. I closed my eyes again and gradually realized hands were again tweaking and pinching my nipples. I look down at Jack and realized both his hands were busy on my cock. I looked up to see Coach Ennis reaching his hairy arms over the top of my lounger working my nipples. He gave me a smile and a wink, and then started in a low, sexy, masculine voice, giving Jack orders. "Suck that dick, boy. Take care of that dick, boy. Put those daddy nuts in your mouth, kid. Get that daddycream, son." I could see now that Jack had one hand working on his own cock and coach was jacking his own hard cock. "Suck that dick, soldier," I gasped as I started cumming in the boy's hot, wet, sucking mouth. With his mouth full of my seed, Jack straddled me, beating his hard meat on my chest. Coach had moved to my side with his dick only inches from my mouth, beating it furiously. Jack stroked his cock furiously and started shooting on my nipple. Coach wasn't far behind, shooting ropes of thick white cum on my face. I opened my mouth and caught a couple of spurts of the coach's hot, sweet cream in his deep quiet voice, coach instructed Jack to clean me up. The boy started licking his own cum off my chest, moving up to share it with me in a deep kiss. Coach guided the boy's head over to clean his own cock of the residual semen, then leaned down and kissed the boy deeply. I knew coach had his tongue as far in the boy's mouth as it would go, sharing all of our hot loads. I stood up and reached out for hug. Jack returned my hug as coach came in and joined us. After a moment when we were all silent, I said, "Fuck! What a great way to wake up!" I said. Coach started to apologize, explaining he and Jack had come up to the pool to work on Jack's freestyle. He said he was already horny because Jack had just shared with him what was going on between us. "Ah, welcome to out circle, Coach E., I said, reaching for a handshake. Jack joined him in his apology saying they did not intend to invade my privacy. They had not thought I was home as I had put my car in the garage instead of the drive. He said when they came upon me dozing in the sun with a hard dick, coach had pointed to my hardon, indicating Jack was to start sucking. Coach again apologized, saying he hope I didn't mind. I assured both of them they could wake me up like that anytime. "Jack says you're teaching him some new stuff. He's a pretty quick learner, isn't he? "Coach asked. "He sure as hell is," I chuckled. "I've never seen a boy more eager to learn. Jack was blushing lightly in front of his two chosen daddies. "I wouldn't mind learning some of the stuff you're doing with him. I don't really have experience with the buttstuff. Oral is really the only thing I've ever done with guys, the coach said in a very matter of fact tone. He didn't seem in the least embarrassed about talking about these things. "I'd be more than happy to teach you if Jack is willing to join us for a group lesson," I told them. I swear Jack was already getting hard again! Coach and I both chuckled as coach reached over and lovingly gave Jack a stroke to his cock. "I'll make myself available anytime you're willing to hold the class," coach said. "Hell, I'd love nothing better than to do it right now, but I have to go and pick up my boys from school. I'd love to plan something real soon if you're serious." "Serious as a heart attack," he replied. He gave me a firm handshake and Jack gave me a hug as I headed out to find my clothes. As I turned to leave, Coach pulled me in and said, "Thank you for taking care of Jack. I really love that boy." he said. "Coach, my sons and I love him too, I said. "By the way, thank you for selecting Ren to swim an individual event and the relay event. He is working hard not to let you of Jack down." "I have every confidence in that beautiful boy," the coach said as I was leaving. As I drove to the school, I wondered if coach really meant what he said about my older son really being beautiful. I certainly thought so bit I'd be the first to admit I was hardly objective. Thinking about coach ordering my boy to do things the way he did with Jack was really turning me on. Just as I pulled into Landry's school, my cell phone rang. It was the hospital advising me Sam's surgery had gone well, she was now in recovery, and should return to her room within the hour. I thanked them and walked in to get my boy. Thankfully my dick had calmed down during the phone call. As I waited for the kids to come out of Miss Anderson's room, a young woman who looked familiar nodded at me. As it turned out, it was Flynn's nanny. She recalled seeing me at the pool and she said Pastor Stewart had spoken well of me. As we began to chat, a young blonde boy ran up and leaped into my arms. No sooner was he in my arms than a dark little munchkin joined him. I hugged the two, giving each of them a kiss on the cheek. Miss Anderson walked up and greeted me by name, which surprised me. I asked if my son was behaving and she said he is one of the sweetest boys she has ever taught. In a quiet voice, the teacher said she had intended to write me a note today, but things had gotten hectic and she had not gotten around to it. She asked if she and I might have a little conference about my son. I was alarmed and asked if there was a problem. She took my arm and assured me there was no problem at all. She reiterated what a sweet boy my son was and said there was just something she wanted to discuss. I asked her what might work and she suggested tomorrow afternoon after school. I told her that would be fine and we said goodbye. I realized now what Landry had meant when he said Miss Anderson "smelled like mommy." I definitely caught the scent of Johnson's Baby Powder on her. I knew that my son must have remembered the smell and associated it with his mom who had always used it when changing his diaper. Maria walked us out to the parking lot where I took Flynn to his car and buckled him in. Her pulled my face down to his lips and gave me a goodbye kiss. "What a change in that boy," I thought as I picked up my younger son and placed kisses all over his face and head. He giggled until I got him secured in the back seat, then we took off to the middle school. We found a parking place very near the entrance to the school so Landry and I decided to wait in the car for the boys. Landry asked me to put the top down on the car and I complied, although it was still very warm. September days in Alabama can feel just hot as hot as July days. Landry bet me he would be able to spot Ren and Casper before I would. He was right. He got into the back seat and his brother was all over him wanting hugs. When he disentangled himself from his little brother he reached over the back of my seat and embraced me around the neck with both his arms. I felt him kiss the top of my head. I greeted Casper by putting my right arm around his neck and pulling him in for a hug. He returned the hug and shot me a big smile. Before he could ask I gave Casper an update on his mom. He seemed relieved when I told him I had seen her this morning. I had decided I would take the boys for an after school snack before we went to the hospital. That would allow me to tell Casper about his mom's surgery and to reassure the boy she was fine and he would be staying with us until she was home and able to take care of him. It was about a five-minute drive to the Dari-Queen where the boys ordered small Blizzards. I joined them and had a treat for myself. The earlier activity with coach and Jack had burned off that salad and I was feeling a bit hungry. Once the boys got their treats, I explained that I had gone to see Sam this morning and about the visit from her doctor. When I told the boys his mother would be in the hospital a few more days. Casper looked very worried. I immediately put my arm around him and told him not to worry. I told him his mom was going to let him stay with us until she was better and he cheered up significantly. My boys were pleased with the news. I think they would be happy if we brought a house full of boys home with us. They seemed to be so unselfish and that pleased me as a dad. I vowed to encourage that quality in them in any way I could. When we got to the hospital, Casper was visibly relieved to see his mom. It was obvious they had a close bond. I was glad he had one parent who loved him. They exchanged warm hugs and both my boys hugged her as well. She appeared still slightly groggy from the anesthesia, but became more alert as we interacted with her. Casper told her that we had a swimming pool and we all went swimming last night. "I heard you boys had a naked swimming party," she chuckled. Mr. Rob told you about that?" the boy asked. "Of course he did, kid. There's nothing to be ashamed of. I think everybody would go skinny-dipping if they had a chance. I'm glad you're having a good time with Mr. Rob and his sons. You just be nice and mind your manners and do whatever Mr. Rob asks you to do," she said. "Is there anything you need," I asked her. "Yeah, a couple of dry vodka martinis and a wheelchair to get my ass out of here!" she replied with a laugh. We all laughed with her. I thought she would probably be a handful with a few drinks in her. I tried to reassure her that her boy would want for nothing while he was with us. She took my hand in hers and pulled me in to kiss my cheek. "Thank you my friend," she said quietly. I gave her a smile and a wink. We said our goodbyes and all the boys gave her one last hug. We made it home uneventfully after stopping by Casper's house to pick up some additional clothes. I noticed Jack's truck and an SUV were parked by the guest house. I assume d Jack and coach were sill "working." My dick started to twitch at the thought of the debauchery that might be taking place in the dwelling but I tried to block those thoughts. I had determined on the way home that the two older boys had some homework. They had already asked if they could all go swimming and I told them we would swim when their homework was done and I had checked it. I had the boys in t he breakfast room working on homework and Landry in the family room working on one of his puzzles when I heard the doors open. Jack and Coach Ennis came in greeting all of us. "Hey, guys, I thought we might have a little swim lesson and coach would like to join us," Jack explained. I remembered coach's family was out of town this week. Jack was in a light blue Speedo and coach had on a tee shirt and a pair of athletic shorts. I wondered if Jack would have any cum left by the time coach's family got back. I explained the older boys were doing homework at the moment, but I thought they'd love that when they were done. Landry walked in and was immediately in Jack's arms. I asked Jack if they had plans for dinner. "I'm taking the kid out for pizza," coach chimed in. "No, you're not. Both of you are joining my boys and me for dinner here! I won't have it otherwise so don't bother arguing. They looked each other and both nodded. "Thanks for the invite, Rob!" Jack said. "At this point Landry was on Jack's shoulders, gently stroking his ginger hair. "You don't have any homework, baby boy?" he asked. "No, silly, I'm only in the first grade!" "Then how about I take you out and throw you in that pool," he asked as he lifted him from his shoulders and took him in his arms and, tickling his tummy, they started toward the pool. Jack seemed to remember Casper was there and I saw him whirl around, doubling back and heading for the stairway when I pointed out he was going in the wrong direction for the pool. "I'm going to take him up and put him in a bathing suit before I throw him in the pool," Jack said. "Thanks, Jack, but swimsuits aren't necessary. Yes, we do have company but Casper's mom is good with him joining us for naked swimming. We cleared it with her and she was kind of envious she could join us." We had a laugh over that and before I could finish the sentence a naked Landry was in Jack's arms with the boy running toward the pool. With them outside and the boy's resuming their homework, I asked coach if he would like a beer. "A cold beer sounds great," he said, with a smile. I got us a couple of beers and led him into the family room. "I want to tell you I was very serious when I told you how much I appreciate what you've done for that boy. He's very special to me," coach said. "I hope you don't think I've taken advantage of him. When I learned of the situation with his dad, I just developed strong feelings for him. His dad didn't seem to care for him and his mother was a drunk. When I began to see just how much potential Jack had as a swimmer, I set up a meeting with his father. The guy showed up late and told me he couldn't spare more than ten minutes. He was the ultimate self-important asshole. When I tried to tell him how talented his son was, he really didn't care. I began to tell him I thought his son could improve his times by shaving his body, the guy lost it. He told me he didn't care what I did with the little faggot. He told me I could shave him if I wanted to but he sure as hell wasn't going to be bothered. He even told me I could take him home and raise him if I wanted to cause he didn't want to be bothered. I didn't realize Jack was outside the room and he heard part of his father's tirade. Can you imagine what that would do to a boy's spirit? He was so shy and sad. He seemed afraid of his own shadow. You don't have to believe me but I'm a straight shooter, as you will learn about me as we get to know each other better. He is the first and the only boy I've ever touched. I'm really not some creep who takes advantage of my position to fuck kids. I had never done anything with guys except for some mutual wanking in high school and I never expected to have boy's dick in my mouth." "Coach, you're the reason this amazing kid is the boy he is today," I began. "I don't know you but I believe you. You'd have no reason to lie to me. I'm going to level with you. It was a coach who became my surrogate father and my lover when I was in the eighth grade. I love him to this day. He was the father I never had, although my biological father was and is still here on the planet. I'm glad you were there for Jack when his father wasn't. I understand the attraction and the fact you couldn't handle it. He is just a beautiful boy on the inside and outside. I love him too with all my heart. That boy has a capacity for love like I've never seen. I think I should feel jealous of what you and he share but I don't feel jealous at all. I love him more for the fact that he loves you. I'm not explaining this well at all, but..." "You don't have to explain. I know what you're saying. When Jack told me about you and what had happened between you, I felt the same way. I love him and I want others to share that love. As long as no one ever hurts him, I have only love for others who love him." "I feel the same way, coach. No one ever better think about hurting that boy," I said. Coach and I both stood up and exchanged a long, close hug. I could feel his dick starting to harden in his shorts. I felt really flattered that would happen. This was one of the most masculine men I had ever met. We both looked down at the tent in his shorts. "How about another beer, coach?" I asked. "I'd love one if you'll go get it, he said with a chuckle. I went for another round. When I rejoined the coach he leaned toward me and said, "I really need to ask you something. Jack tells me you guys swim together naked." "Yes, my younger one started it and I decided it's perfectly healthy." He said, I think it's a great idea but how do you keep from, uh, getting, uh..." "I don't worry about it coach. If it happens it happens. I did worry at first but when I gave it a little thought I realized that erections are the most natural thing in the world that can happen to a man or a boy. I've been hard around Landry and it's as though he doesn't notice. He's seen his brother hard a couple of times and he just points and chuckles, then goes along on his merry way. Ren has seen me hard several times, but he's old enough to know what it's all about. If you're worried about swimming with us naked, feel free to keep your suit on but if that's your worry, let it go, my friend. I certainly want anyone openly having sex in front of Landry, but that's because it might confuse him. I may seem way too liberal, but I think repressing sexual feelings or sexual expression is unhealthy. Some time I'll give you the longer version of why I came to feel this way but I won't bore you with that right now." "I shouldn't say this but I'll always be a little sad that I couldn't father a son. I love my daughters. Please don't think I don't. But I had really hoped to have a son." "It's not too late, coach. You're a young man and there's still time," I said. "Afraid not, Rob. My wife's last pregnancy was very difficult. She had a hysterectomy after our second daughter was born. So, I'm a lucky man to have two beautiful, healthy daughters, but I'll never have a son. I think I'd have been good at raising sons." "I think you'd have been good at raising sons too, coach, and I'd welcome your help in raising mine." "Rob Ross, I can see why my Jack loves you!" he said. I heard Ren calling me in to check his homework. I went in to help. Coach looked at me and asked, "How about you take one and I take one? That'll get us all in the pool a lot faster." "Great", I said. Coach sat down beside Ren and began to go over his work as I sat down with Casper. I looked over a few minutes later and saw that Coach had put his arm around my son. I had no doubt coach would have been great at raising boys.