Oil Man

OIL MAN – Ch. 20

“A New Housekeeper”

Meet the cast of characters:

Matt  Bradley   Sebastian

Molly   Marty & Bobby   Mr. Tom

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Bradley:

I open my eyes this morning, staring at the ceiling while a powerful emotional shock hits me.  My heart stops. I feel nothing going on below my waist. I’m usually awakened seven mornings a week by sex happening down there.  Fuck! This fantastic morning sex has been all a dream. It never happened in real life. I feel a disappointment sweep my body like nothing I have ever felt before. I am so sad at this moment, I don’t want this day to start and if it insists on starting up anyway, I fucking refuse to participate.

I lie there falling into a depression so deep I wonder if I will be able to pull myself out of it. I hate life. I hate everything.  I want to throw things and break shit.

That wonderful man in my dreams was the most perfect human being, no wonder that it was a dream because no one that perfect exists in real life. Shit, I feel lower than whale shit, as the expression goes. I lie there like a lifeless corpse.

I turn over on my right side.  WHAT? The perfect man of my dreams is there. Is this a dream inside a nightmare.  I have to wake up.  Wake up. Wake up. Wake up I tell myself.  But the guy beside me is still there. I touch him.  He feels real.  I run my fingers through his hair.  Suddenly, two eyes pop open, staring at me.  He smiles.

He says, “Good morning, gorgeous.”

I mutter in total confusion, “Matthew is that you?

“Babe, who else is supposed to be in your bed?  Been dreaming again.”

“I’m so fucked up right now. I wake up and there is no sex going on down there,” I point at my crotch. “I think for a moment that all our time together, out love  and the great, hot sex is a dream. I am so disappointed. So fucking depressed.”

Matthew gives me a sad look. “Well, there are two things about this as I see it.  First, you are spoiled with my wakeup sex. Second, I’m so sorry, baby, that you woke up thinking everything with us is a dream.” He caresses my face, runs his fingers through my hair and presses his lips against mine, giving me a sweet kiss of reassurance. “It’s just as real as it is fantastic.”

He moves his head toward my hard cock and I stop him and push him onto his back. I lie on top of him, kissing him, pressing him into the mattress. I slide down his body and stop when his dick touches my lips. I open and take him in. I worship his cock like I have never done before.  I’m not that experienced but I have to give him all that I can.

I have awakened every morning for several years to Matthew blowing me or riding my cock.  I haven’t once done this for him.  It’s time I showed some appreciation.

I continue going up and down, gagging when I try taking him all the way down my throat, but I try to make up for the lack of experience by using my tongue.  I move faster and faster until I hear him whimper and groan.  BAM! His first shot hits slightly past the entrance to my throat and the others follow quickly going all the way down.

“How is that, baby?  I hope I’m getting better at blowjobs. I should have started waking you with a blowjob once I starting sucking your dick. So selfish of me.”

“Bradley, it just didn’t work that way at first.  I was a total sub at first and that only changed recently when you started going down on me.  It reminds me of my earlier single days when getting my dick sucked felt so good.  Now we both like dick and that’s fine with me.  Don’t beat yourself up, because I wanted it that way and I still do.  But if you happen to wake up first, you can chase away your boredom by using my dick,” he says following with a soft chuckle.

“My confusion when I woke up this morning, thinking we had been but a dream shows you how spoiled I am.  You weren’t busy between my legs when I opened my eyes.  I think that borders on taking something for granted and that’s dangerous in a relationship.  Babe, I promise to avoid taking you for granted.  You don’t deserve that.  You are too great a man, a partner, a lover, a husband to be taken advantage of.  I will be honest with you and say that sometimes I wonder when fully awake if I’m in a dream.  My life is too fucking perfect to be real.  I have a great job doing things I love to do. I can’t wait each morning to get to work.  How many people have jobs that they like that much? I have a perfect marriage with the most perfect man I have ever known; so perfect I can think, for a few minutes, that it is only a dream.  That’s why I couldn’t fire Barlow after he told me about himself. He’s had a rough time getting to be 17 while I have the perfect life.  He needs a change to make his better.”

“Bradley, you are just as great as you think I am.  We are a perfect match and it should stay that way.  It doesn’t HAVE to be but we have to try and keep it like that.”

Matthew crawls on top of me and kisses every part of my body, stopping when he finds my cock and he shows me what waking up is all about, if you are as lucky as I am.

Matthew:

I start to climb out of bed, “Come on stud, we have jobs to go to.”

In the shower, Bradley seems to be hungry for my touch and caress. Poor guy must still be connected to his wake-up shock.  I kiss his pecs and nipples, lick his armpits, kiss him.  Press my body against his.  He doesn’t initiate sex and I don’t either. I think that he just wants touches and kisses to prove I am not a dream.

 He pulls my face in front of his, holds my face with both hands and with misty eyes says, “Matthew, thank you for always being here for me. Always be by my side, promise you will never leave me, no matter what.”

“Darlin’ there may be times when you wish I would leave, but you’ll just have to suck it up and continue with life. Until death do us part. Don’t forget, we both had that in our wedding vows.”

While we are having our breakfast of coffee and toast with blueberry marmalade our two sleepy-headed boys stumble into the kitchen.  After hugs all around, Bobby informs us that, “Rosita is gonna take us to meet her mom today.”

I stop chewing and swing my head toward Bradley. “Just a minute, I’ll be right back.”

I knock on Rosita’s bedroom door and she answers, comes to the door and opens it.  I push past her into her room.

“Close the door,” I bark at her.

“She looks confused and asks, “Is something wrong?”

“Rosita, Bobby just informed us that you’re taking them to meet your mother today.”

“Yes, it will......”

I interrupted, “No, it will NOT happen.  You are not taking our boys past the entrance to this complex.  They DO NOT go out on the street without Bradley or me.  We hired you to be here with the boys to keep them safe.  Their biological parents are back in town and they are fucked up on drugs all the time. What if they get the idea to take the boys off the sidewalk when you are out there?”

“Well, I would....”

“No, you wouldn’t be able to do anything.  Bradley and I are both trained to defeat threats from other people.  When we are out with them, we know how to protect them.  I assume if you have such protective training, you would have included it in your resume. 

The guards have a standing order NOT to allow the boys past the front gate unless they are with either Bradley or me.  But, there’s always a chance that a new guard doesn’t get the memo.  We cannot take a chance. So, you will NEVER, EVER take Marty and Bobby past the front gate.  If you try to, you will be stopped if the guards are doing their job and the incident will be immediately reported to both Bradley and me.  The biological parents still can claim their children even if the children are in foster care.  The white trash parents have been seen snooping around.  You cannot let these boys get back to their parents.  Do you understand what I have told you?  We are serious about our responsibilities to these kids.  I apologize for being so impolite to you, but I will be pissed at you for days to come for you deciding without our permission to take the boys out.  I’m very disappointed in you. Now Bradley and I have to get to work.”

I storm back into the kitchen and tell the boys they are not going anywhere without one of their dads.  Your biological parents are snooping around and we don’t want them to take you back, so you must remain inside the complex where it is safe.  The guards at the entrance will not let your parents inside the fence.  You’re safe in here.  Don’t be afraid. One of us will phone you to check on you.  Marty we will call on your cell phone.”

 Kisses and hugs and we were out the door.  The limo driver is waiting. We are driving to work when Bradley and I are discussing Rosita and her irresponsible decision to take the boys out of the gated housing complex.  The driver speaks up.

“Excuse me, but you may not know that the big boss is already thinking about the time when the older boy starts school.  He’s talking about offering to have him driven to school with a body guard. Until you have adopted the boys, I suggest you take Mr. Tom up on his offer. It will take the worries off your mind and the kids will be safe. He says he may buy another car and hire a body guard to take Marty where he needs to go for school extra-curricular activities like football practice, that sort of thing.  Mr. Tom tells me about the news program ratings and he predicts a lot of good things happening at the TV station.  He knows how valuable you guys are to the operation and doesn’t want anything to cause you to leave town to protect the kids. He has tasted success, thanks to you guys, and he’ll do anything to protect what he has.”

Bradley and I sit there in the back seat processing all of that. 

“Bradley, do not tell Marty that he might get his own chauffeur,” I said with a certain degree of seriousness.

Bradley looks forward to see where the driver’s eyes are looking and slowly grabs my hand and presses it against his crotch, showing me that he has a hard-on. Without thinking I looked at him, place my closed hand, moving in front of my face, tongue in cheek and giving him the international blowjob sign.

The driver bursts out in a roaring laugh and says, “You guys DO have fun.” He shakes his head as he continues laughing.

At just about that time, the car pulls up in front of the KDLS building; we hurry out of the car and rush into the building.  Bradley is laughing and I am so embarrassed.

Bradley walks me to my office, gives me a quick kiss and continues on to his own office.

I call Marty to make sure he and Bobby are still at home and then message Bradley to call Marty in an hour’s time.  I suggest we get some type of GPS tags for both boys to wear around their necks with a closed chain that cannot be lifted over the head. We should know where they are at all times.  If Rosita takes them out anyway, swearing the boys to secrecy, we will know about it.

I phone Molly and Jack Baker, the former news director, who now does a once-a-week feature piece for the evening news. I want to approach them about taking over co-hosting of the morning show. We will meet after lunch, around 2:00 PM.

I need a piss break.  I’m standing at a urinal in the men’s room when in walks Bradley.  He takes a piss bowl beside me and shakes his cock, looking at me. He pisses and keeps stroking. Should I or is it too risky?  He is always teasing in such situations.  Maybe it is time to see if he will put up or shut up.

I grab his cock, move behind him, start jerking him off, whispering things in his ear: “Come for me, you dirty fucking slut. Shoot that sperm into the urinal for some pig to come in later and lick up.”

 I reach around with the other hand and pull on his balls.

He comes like a fucking horse, trying to be quiet.

“Be quiet before you get caught beating off.”

I let him go, slinging the cum covering my hand into his urinal. He was all red in the face and as he puts his junk away and closes up, he says, “You are full of surprises, dude.  That was incredibly hot.  That’ll do me for a couple of hours.”

I just smile and shake my head.  It just occurs to me that we had not checked to see if anyone is in a stall behind a closed door.

“Maybe someone was in one of those stalls,” I whispered to Bradley as we washed our hands.”

“Stop that.  You’re getting the exhibitionist in me stirred up again and I mean really up.”

At noon Bradley comes to my office. “What say, we get out of this place over lunch time?”

“And do what?” I ask.

“Well, I have definite ideas about what to do.  The question is where?”

“You do realize that we’re adults acting like high school kids.”

“Matthew, if it makes you happy, just fucking do it.  It’s not hurting anyone and we’re having fun. It’ll keep us young.”

“One thing to remember is that sex in a car is illegal in Texas and can send you to jail.”

Bradley frowns, “Well that kills my first idea.”

“You are not getting me into a cheap, sleazy motel either.”

“We can go home but that will be too obvious.

“Bradley, we can go home to check on the kids.”

“OK, anything to get out of here for a while.  Good idea, babe.”

 When we walk into the house, the tension in the air can be cut with a knife.  The boys are sad and Rosita is nowhere to be seen.  Marty takes my hand and leads me away from Bobby and Bradley.

Marty whispers, “Rosita is crying a lot.  She says you don’t like her anymore and such crap.  I try explaining to her why you guys are being so cautious, but she just says that it’s silly.  No one will hurt us. I have experience being hurt and she doesn’t have a clue.”

Sometimes when I talk with Marty about serious things, I feel like I am talking to an 18-year-old.

“Marty, you just said you were hurt. Is the hurt connected to those scars on your back?”

He looks down at the floor as if he is deciding whether to answer me. Then he says, “Those are cigarette burns.”

A quick pain streaks through my body.  I know what he was saying but I can’t fathom that what he is saying actually has happened.

“Can you tell me where you got them?”

My other foster dad did it to me because I talked back to him about the way they treated us. We ate more noodles than any two kids on the planet.  We rarely got vegetables and never meat.  Breakfast is a plain slice of bread and water.  So, when I complain, the asshole, sorry, the foster father grabs me and says, “I’ll give you something to really complain about.”

“He holds me down and burns me once.  Then a second time, finally a third time and then I pass out.”

“Precious, we are trying our best to get the adoption process speeded up so you can become a permanent part of our family. No more foster care ever and you will never have to leave us.  We will be responsible for taking care of you. Angel, I’m so sorry you had to go through all of that.”

“They don’t do anything serious to Bobby.  They beat him often but leave no permanent scars. But after he burns me with his cigarette, I take Bobby and leave before they hurt him badly. We hide out on the streets so the people at Foster Care can’t find us. Then I meet Sebastian and later, the day when I first came to your house, I tell him about Bobby.”

I hug him and fighting back tears.

“Marty, we hired Rosita to keep you safe and to preserve in you, your rich heritage. But she decides to take you guys outside this gated complex without discussing it with us.  When we hire her, we tell her you boys are never to leave the complex.  She doesn’t follow our wishes for your safety when she decides to take you outside to visit her family. She doesn’t understand reality. If anything happens to you outside the gate, our agreement regarding Foster Care will be cancelled and you will be taken and probably given to another foster family.  We don’t want you to have to go through that again.”

“Daddy, Matt, I don’t understand all of the rules but I feel that you are doing what is right for us at this time, keeping us away from abusive foster families. Are you gonna kick Rosita out?”

“If we decide to get rid of her, we will just fire her.  Give her two weeks severance pay and find a new nanny.  I will talk to her now.”

“Cool.”

I knock on the bedroom door where Rosita sleeps when she stays over.

“Rosita, may I come in? We need to talk.”

“Come in.”

“I was pretty angry this morning when we talked.  I am still angry and disappointed that you, as an adult, cannot understand why we have to keep the boys hidden for now. Family Services can at anytime cancel our foster parents’ agreement and take the boys away. Then they will be given to new foster parents.  Listen, Marty has three bad scars on his back.  I have only just now asked how he got those scars.  I have waited for him to volunteer the information. So, I just asked him. He says his other foster father burned him three times on his back, causing those scars.”

“I don’t believe that.  The boy is not telling the truth.”

“Rosita, you are more sheltered from reality than I thought. I’m not sure we can keep our agreement with you any longer. We told you the boys are not allowed past the entrance where the guards are and you were going to ignore that requirement from us without even discussing it with us.  I feel we can no longer trust you.  So, we will give you two week’s pay, and we will as of now, no longer employ you.  Remember we have a signed agreement, so you have no basis for complaining or taking us to court.  You signed the agreement and did not respect the most important part of the agreement. I will give you a check. While I prepare the check, please gather up all of your belongings.  I will ask Bradley to drive you home.”

I walk out of the room and go to find Bradley.

“I fired her.  I will now write a check for two weeks pay and I would like to drive her home. And one of us will have to stay here with the boys. I have meetings this afternoon and the news tonight. Can you stay here with the boys and work from home? I will phone Mr. Tom and ask him if it’s OK. Agreed?”

“Sure.  Sounds like a good way to deal with it?”

“Bradley, if you have another idea, tell me?”

“No, I’m OK with this, really.”

“Thanks.”

“You did the right thing, Matthew.  Looking out for the boys. I’m proud of you.”

I pick up my phone and look at it, organizing my thoughts, and hit speed dial for Mr. Tom.

“Tom here.”

I went through all details about the situation.

“Sounds OK.  But what about a replacement for the nanny?

“No clue, Sir, but I can’t trust Rosita any longer.”

“I have someone who really has no job here, but she’s the mother of one of the women I hired.  She’s a really nice woman, bi-lingual, good worker and cleans house like a robot. And, her food will make you want to eat more but can’t.  I don’t know what you’re paying, so to avoid any confusion, I’ll just continue paying her the wages she’s getting now. Sound OK?”

Mr. Tom, it sounds great, but I don’t know about you paying her to work for us.”

“That’s part of the deal. Matthew, what you guys are giving me and the community is worth a lot more than this woman’s pay.  Just say OK.  I’ll tell her about those two boys and we won’t be able to keep her away. If she agrees I will send her over now.”

“Mr. Tom, thank you, Sir.  Thank you.”

I phone Molly and reschedule our meeting, asking her to tell Jack Baker. I explain that I will be in later to do the news.

Bradley returns and I fill him in.  We wait for the prospective new nanny.

Carmen Diaz, age 48, sweeps into our house like a burst of sunshine. Motherly type. A few minutes after she arrives. Bobby hugs her around her thighs, giggles and looks up smiling at her.

Marty goes to her, wraps both of his hands around her hand and says, “Welcome, it’s good to meet you.”

I look at Bradley and he is smiling so sweetly.  Proud of his foster boys.

I have a copy of the agreement we had with Rosita and ask her if she’s OK with the listed requirements. “No problem.”

“Ms. Diaz tells us, “Mr. Tom explained your situation and how important it is to keep the boys out of sight.  He has only good things to say about you folks who came over from the other TV station. He says the four of you are performing miracles.”

“We are giving it everything we can to get the TV station some respect. We are making good progress,” I offered.

I give her a tour of the house and show her the extra bedroom where she can stay any time she wants. “You know, honestly I’m happy to have something important to do and taking care of children is at the top of the list. At Mr. Tom’s I really didn’t have a job so I appreciate this one.  Just tell me what you want me to do and I will do it.”

“Thank you, Ms. Diaz,” I say, shaking her hand.

“Please call me, Carmen.”

“Thank you,” I say as I walked with her to the door.

I will give Mr. Bradley my number when we are underway.

I nod OK.

Bradley drives her home and tells her we will get her here tomorrow morning, early before we go to work.

He is back in half-an-hour and I go back to work.

Bradley:

I get on the floor, on my back, and both boys come over and attack me.  We wrestle around for a while until they both became tired.  I get them some lemonade and we sit on the couch and watch TV.  The kids fall asleep, one on each side of me, holding on to an arm. After a while, I really need to take a leak, but I hold it in so I won’t wake the boys.

They are awake in half-an-hour and Marty whispers something to Bobby causing the younger boy to squeal with delight.

“OK, what I whispered to Bobby; I asked him if he wants to go swimming.”

“I take that as a yes from both of you.”

We three change into swimming trunks and walk to the complex’s community swimming pool. Neither boy can swim so they splash around in the water, having a great time. This is the first thing they have done for outdoor fun since they came to live with us. I love this time with them.

I notice three unusual scars on Marty’s back but I don’t ask him about them for fear of drudging up unpleasant memories.

The boys develop an appetite from the physical activity so we go back home.  I offer several different snacks and both choose ice cream, also my choice. I hope they are hungry at dinner time, otherwise I will feel the disapproval of my husband.

Matthew catches us eating ice cream but raises no objection. I know he feels the boys have endured enough stress for the day.

“Guys, when the THREE of you finish the snack, get out of the swim trunks.  Rinse them under hot water in the bathroom sinks to get out most of the pool chlorine out before the colors get bleached too badly.  Now, I have to get back to work.  I’ll see you after 7:00.”

“Shall I make dinner or you wanna pick up takeout on the way home after the news?”

“I’ll get takeout. Chicken?”

A resounding “Yaaaaaay.”

“Can I have more ice cream?” Bobby asks.

“OK, one more spoon and then we have to put the ice cream away before it melts completely.”  

“Marty reads to us for a long while, until Bobby says, I can’t hear any more. Let’s do something else.”

We work a little on the big puzzle we started days ago. The boys are tired again and go to their room and close the door.

Alone on the living room couch, I call up some gay porn on my laptop.  This is how I learn about gay sex.  After 15 or 20 minutes I am hard and horny.  I go to the bathroom, lock the door, sit on the toilet and start jacking off. I change videos and find a white guy on his knees taking a very thick, long, black cock down his throat.  Where the fuck does he put that thing?  It is huge, 10 or 11 inches and really thick. The cocksucker loves it. Holds it down balls deep and rattles his head right and left, making the black stud moan until he grabs the white boy’s head and holds it in place while he shoots his load down the guy’s throat.  The dick is all the way down his throat, no where else for the load to go.  Bet he didn’t even get a taste.  I start jacking fast and furiously and just as I am about to come.....whispering to myself, ‘I’m gonna come, fucking gonna come, gonna come....’

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.  Bobby’s little voice yells “Daddy Brad, I have to tinkle.”

FUCK! The cum dribbles out of my dick slit, an orgasm definitely ruined. No shooting this time. I laugh at the situation.  I stand, walk over and open the door.

My boxers are up but the tenting is obvious. What the fuck can I do.

As he rushes into the bathroom, Bobby looks directly at my extended boxers: “Daddy, Brad, is your peepee soooooo BIG?”  Just a fleeting observation and question as he hurries toward the toilet bowl. Bobby finishes his business, and as he passes by me on his way out of the bathroom, he takes another look at my boxers, looks up at me and leaves.

Having these two young boys around will be an interesting experience and it’s just getting underway.

We are sitting on the couch watching the news and Bobby falls asleep again. He wakes up a few minutes later and announces that he’s going to his room to nap on his bed. After he closes the bedroom door, Marty looks at me and grins.

“Bobby asked me a while ago if I have seen your dick because he saw it trying to poke out of your boxers when he went to pee.  He said it must be really big.

What the fuck do I say to that? I think for a few seconds and say, “Most men have bigger penises than boys his age.”

“I can’t wait until I have a big one that I can wrap my entire hand around and jack off,” Marty informed me.

“Yeah, all boys your age feel like that.”

“How old were you when you could actually come and shoot?”

This is getting very uncomfortable for me.  But he deserves an honest answer if he already knows about such things. “I was nine or ten, I think.”

“What did you think when you jacked off the first time?

Shit, where is Matthew? Oh yeah, he’s on TV now. “Marty, I felt it was the greatest sensation I had ever had.”

“Yeah, exactly what older boys say on the street.”

“So, there are other boys living on the streets?” I asked.

“Yeah, mostly teenagers.  Some let guys blow them for money, but I never had to do that.”

“OK.”

“Some of those older kids say gay men give the best head. Is that true? I mean you’re gay and you have a gay husband.  So you should know, right?”

Fuck me.  I’m discussing this with a six-year-old kid. But dads are supposed help their son’s grow up, so I will try to be honest without being dirty or sleazy; he’ll learn that on his own when he grows up.

“Well, daddy Matt will be here soon with chicken.”

“Yeah, I know that, but what about getting head from a gay man, is it really better than from a girl?”

“Well, most guys think so.”

“Daddy Brad, thanks for the talk.”

“Where did you learn all these sexual slang words like head?”

“Dad, the fact is, when you live on the street you grow up quickly.  You don’t have a mom who keeps reminding you that you are a little boy and all of that bullshit. You learn to survive like a man, curse like a man, have sex like a man. I didn’t have that fucking childhood I have heard so much about. I don’t feel like a kid.  I feel like an old fuck.”

“Marty, don’t use these words around daddy Matt.  I don’t think he will understand that you have grown wise in so many ways.  And around other adults who will not like it because you are only six-years-old but deep down I understand you. You have been exposed to adulthood at a very early age.  You can talk to me privately about anything. If something makes me uncomfortable, I’ll tell you.  Deal?”

“Deal, dad.  Thanks for understanding.”

The news is over but I haven’t watched because of squirming over Marty’s questions.  Matthew arrives with dinner in a bucket shortly before 8:00.

The whole time I am chomping on chicken, I wonder if Bobby will tell Matthew that he saw my big penis in my underwear today.  Kids are innocently and brutally unfiltered-honest. I need to tell Matt first.

Matt gets up to answer his phone he left in the bedroom and Marty quickly leans over the table and says, “I told Bobby not to say anything to daddy Matt about your big peepee he saw in your boxers.”

“Good thinking, I will tell him about that later after you guys go to bed.  Matthew and I don’t keep secrets.  Thanks to both of you boys for not saying anything.  It’s better I tell him myself and explain the situation.”

After dinner we sit on the couch and watch a movie.  The boys with a stomach full of warm food are sleepy, so they go to bed early.  Marty may have engineered that excuse so Matthew and I can have some time together.

After a few minutes, Matthew slides his hand down into my boxers and strokes the hard tool he finds there.  I lean back into the couch and enjoy the pleasure of his touch and magic fingers.  Then I realize I should be stroking him, too. 

I find his hard-on and stroke it, squeeze. He feels to me as good in my hand as I must feel in his hand.  Nice, sharing our feelings for each other.  I pull Matt’s junk out and he says, he should put on some loose-fitting shorts before getting his slacks fucked up. While he’s changing, I stroke my hard dick slowly.  So good, but Matt can do it better.

Just as Matt returns, I grab his hips, stopping him.  I pull his shorts down, lean forward and wrap my hungry lips around his cock, swirling my tongue round-and-round.  He starts slowly rocking his hips back and forth, sliding his cock back and forth over my tongue.  He’s getting closer and closer.  He starts to pull out but I need to taste his cum.  I look up at him and grunt something I hope he understands. He then face fucks me ever harder and faster and finally shoots his load in my mouth.  So good, such a sweet taste.  I gladly gulp him down and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

“Damn that was hot.  Since I’m getting head often now. I’m really horny to fuck your face.  I wonder if you’ll ever let me fuck your ass.”

“I enjoy your two fingers massaging my prostate but I don’t know about getting fucked.  I will have to really want it like I finally want so badly to suck your cock. I don’t know why. Is it because I think it is too queer for me?  Am I afraid it will hurt? Who knows?”

“I’ll be ready when you are.”

“Matthew, I have to tell you about something that happened today. After you left, I watched some educational porn to make myself a better gay partner, got horny, went to the bathroom, locked the door.  I was jacking off and just ready to come, when Bobby knocked on the door and said he had to pee.  The cum dribbles out of my cock. I have a perfect ruined orgasm. I have to laugh at the situation.

“As Bobby rushes past, he sees my hard-on in my boxers and asks if my peepee is sooo big.  I don’t say anything.  He goes back to his room to sleep. A few minutes later, Marty comes out and says before Bobby went back to sleep he asked Marty if he has seen my dick.

“Then Marty starts asking questions, like are gay blowjobs better like boys on the street have told him. Says some of the teen boys he knows from the streets let gay men blow them for money but he never did it because he got by without doing it. Marty has had a real education about getting head, as he calls it. At first his questions made me uncomfortable until I realized that I feel a boy should get answers to his sexual questions from his dad. I didn’t allow my answers to be sleazy or dirty. I feel I did the right thing by giving him honest answers.  He’s gotten enough answers from the street. Now he needs answers from a grown man, his dad, who has experience and has the answers.  The little shit asked me how old I was when I first jacked off.  I told him I was nine or ten. He said he’ll be glad when his dick gets big enough for him to wrap his hand around it and shoot a load.”

Bradley was howling with laughter, hand over his mouth to suppress the noise.

"OK, did I handle the situation the right way?"

"Absolutely right.  Thank you. I think he will more likely go to you with questions and discussions about these things. I think Bobby is more likely to ask me.  Just my gut feeling.”

“He has three scars or wounds on his back that I saw for the first time when I took them swimming this afternoon.  I wanted to ask him how he got them.”

“I asked him today.  He says he doesn’t understand all the rules of foster parenting or adoption but feels we are doing what’s best for them and trusts us. I asked and he told me his other foster dad burned him three times with a cigarette for talking back.  He says he passed out from the pain of the third burn. He say they had not badly abused Bobby, only beat him a lot but left no permanent scars.  Marty says he decided to run away with Bobby before the foster dad turned on Bobby and badly hurt him.”

“I will kill that bastard if I ever find out who it is.”

“Those boys are so cute, sweet, polite.  I cannot understand how someone could hurt them like that or in any other way. Pure fucking evil.

Shall we see if the boys need anything and then we can go to bed.  I need some loving.”

“Marty raises his head out of a sleepy state and says, “I’ll take care of him.  He’ll wake me up if he needs anything.  No problem.  Good night dads.  Sleep well.”

Bobby was sound asleep.

Matthew:

“Let’s go to bed, stud.”

I stand in front of Bradley and slowly undress him.  The beauty of unwrapping Bradley’s body is seeing what’s underneath.  Perfect musculature, bulges in just the right places. Nice tan, beautiful hair, enough body hair to be just fucking sexy. His dick is just the right size. Not too much, but enough to let me know he’s there, wherever he has chosen to enter. Thick enough to really stretch me.  His butt is two hands full, hard and round.  Armpits so masculine, hairy, and the sweat is like an expensive cologne.  Just thinking about this masculine Man fucking me on either end is in itself highly satisfying and when he gives me his precious life-giving sperm, that is what can drive me absolutely crazy.  If both of us can work it so that we come together, that is the ultimate.

Bradley stands before me, allowing me to run my eyes up and down his body, drinking in his male beauty, on display for me, no shame, he enjoys the fact that I get so turned on by looking at him and feeling his body, smelling and tasting him.  The more I satisfy my hunger, the hornier he gets to fuck me. It’s like he’s saying you have looked at me enough, now let me show what I can do to you.

He gets on the bed, looks at me and commands me to, “Get out of those clothes before I tear them off.  Do it slowly.  Reveal your male beauty to me. Show me what I will get when I fuck you, hard, deep, like an animal fucks his prey. I dream of fucking your tight cunt, far better than a woman’s pussy. Men fucking men is the ultimate in sexual pleasure.  Now get over here.  Get on your knees and worship my big, thick dick before I satisfy your real hunger for my uncut dick.”

His legs hang off the bed at the knees.  I rub my face up and down his legs, the hair scratching my face. I rise on my knees and lick his big, thick, full balls. I suck on both to get them in my mouth.  The pressure gives him a hint of pain which turns him on.  When they pop into my mouth, he murmurs, “Fuuuuckk.”  I pull on his ball sack, twisting my head left and right.  He lifts his upper body and looks down to watch me. “Yeah, work my balls.  Work ‘em hard.”

I pull back stretching the skin on his balls paper-thin.  Then I pull hard enough to force the balls out.  When they pop out, Bradley yells, “goddammit!”

Then I attack his cock.  He only lets me suck a couple of minutes before he pulls me up onto the bed. “Get on all fours.” His cock is dripping more pre-cum than ever.  He wipes his bulging cockhead up and down my crack, shoves two fingers inside to get some of his natural lube inside. He pulls my hole open slightly and pushes in and out several times to spread his pre-cum inside. He is fucking me fast, hard and deep.  My right ass cheek feels the sting of his hand striking me hard.  That is such a turn-on.  I groan with pleasure. The left cheek quickly gets slapped hard. Bradley gets some degree of excitement from the ass-slapping which causes him to grunt and groan.  He unleashes a string of profanity and dirty words, slams all the way in and bellows like he is king of the animal kingdom.  He reaches under me and pulls my back up against his chest.  He whispers sweet words of love in my ear. He lets me go, pulls out, gently lets me down onto the bed and gets on his side facing me.

“Matthew, every time we have sex, it seems better than the last time. I love you beautiful.”

“Bradley, you turn me on so much.  When I look up at you when you’re inside me, it is so hot to see this perfect specimen of man who’s about to breed me.  Fucking hot.  I love giving myself to you.”

“Clean my dick so I don’t mess up the sheets.”

I’m on my hands and knees licking his dick clean and it goes from half-hard to fully erect.

“Shit! I’m gonna come again. Suck me off.  Suck me off, Matthew.  Swallow my cum.”

The surprise makes me instantly horny.  I suck, squeeze, lick and move up and down like a finely-oiled piston.  Suddenly he grabs my head and fucks up into my throat.  One, two, three, four big shots; I gulp the precious life-giving sperm down, lick my lips and move up to pass his taste back to him with a deep tongue-wiping kiss.

“Dude, I have never had anyone who can get me off so often as you.  I have a huge orgasm with you and I’m ready again in a few minutes.  Shows you how good the sex is.  Only you can do this to me. I’m so lucky to have you.”

“Bradley, we are lucky to have each other, lucky that we have been matched together as one.  Good night my stud.”

“Night beautiful.”

To be continued......