Father, Boyfriend, Lover, Me

 My Dad was standing on the porch where I often lived with my lover, Coach Bob. Just for a moment the world was still whirling in some sort of way that made sense but not for long. He’d said, “I’m here to see your coach” and he would. One last bit of normalcy, I could hear Bob saying something to an absent student who, I guessed, had screwed up an assignment or a test or both.

I put my arms around Dad, welcomed him and, once he was in, the door closed I leaned down and kissed where I knew his testicles were. For some time now it had been my way of acknowledging him as my Father, a gesture he appreciated. Needless to say, this was only done where it was private but, just to scare him, I’d done it a few places, like the foyer at Denny’s that really shook him up. Hey, if you were watching, it looked like I’d dropped paper and was picking it up.

Still with my arm around his shoulder I called for Bob, said we had a guest.

“Huh? Guest?” I could almost imagine him letting his half glasses slide down his nose onto the desk, rising, puzzled, a guest? With increasing frequency Andy, Dad’s lover dropped by on his route as a cop but….this was early evening.

Again.“A guest?” And then then came into the room and saw us.

Oh. A man he’d feared for no reason. Standing there by his son who was almost his twin. The only man, must have shot through Coach, who could take me from him...but that was in his mind and would never happen.

They smiled, shook hands, we continued to stand, they looked at each other, the fear still behind the mask of Bob’s smile; I’d seen this before when he was coaching, afraid his kid wouldn’t make it but had a smile that said he would.

What to do? Run interference, someone had to.

“Both of you, sit. There.” They didn’t sit so much as collapse onto the couch, our couch, the one coach and I spent maybe our finest times together, the place I knew he loved me, the place he knew I loved him. And now another I loved, Dad.

“Good to meet you, Sir, I’ve wanted to,  no idea why this stupe hasn’t asked you over, guess you know about the snow on the screen, gee you’ve got a great son...”

“Bob, shut up, you’re babbling.” He did.

I drew my Father to me. Never one to say much-Andy said he held his breath when they were at Denny’s to see if he could get a whole sentence out to order dinner. This was going to be a lot more difficult for him….I pulled him closer to me. “Dad, I’m glad to see you here...what’s on your mind…?”

“Today..house I saw….Andy….made me think….see he got a….well, he got a son cuz my son well, you know how good he is….”

“I know Sir, for a long time, I’ve known. He’s a fine man, tells me his father is one of the best, loves you…..guess you know that.”

“Does?….” Tears. “That’s why I came...afraid...saw Andy hold his son….”

“Mitch did you come here to beg for your son? Is that it?”

Dad’s head slump.

“Sir, we are two of the luckiest men on God’s Green Earth, we both have a man who loves us and wouldn’t give either of us up. Do you know how much he loves you? Do You? Do you know what scares the shit outta me? That...one day, this day maybe, you’ll want him and I know….” Bob almost never cried, not since he slammed his bare foot in the car door. “I know he’ll stand up, you’ll put your arm around his shoulders, walk out the door and….I’ll have lost him. That’s how much he loves you.”

Bob looked out the window.

“For these years, ever since he came into my office, ever since I heard about, well, all that I heard, I prayed, against you, prayed you’d never change, never notice him but then….You know, that was right when he was going to move away from you, said you’d never notice, he’d be here.”

We all sat there, remembering. I leaned against Bob cuz right then he needed some contact with me, I could not say anything, even my Dad and his hesitating speech had to finish this with Bob….however it was going to finish and right then...I’ll be damned if I knew how.

“Coach...Bob...he’s all I got but….I know how bad I made it for him.” He ran out of ways to speak. We all sat there while his sapphire blue eyes looked in my sapphire blue eyes and then said it.

“I watched today two men…..two men...and, well,  I thought you did for him…...what I never did cept this last year but...too late. So….” He heaved a sigh and almost cried. “If you want him….I guess I gotta let you have him, you did more good for him...than.”

Bob was almost catatonic. I stood up then slapped Dad as hard as I could before I knelt on the floor.

“My God, my dear God…..what do I have to do to make you understand….and you’re here trying to give me away? Jesus. Yeah, I love Bob, always will but you better learn something mister and right now, a son always loves his father first and the most. Get up.”

He did.

I threw my arms around him, put my head on his chest and pulled him to me. “You are my father and I love you, got it? Bob, stand up.” It took him a couple of tries but he staggered up, finally. “Put your arms around me and my Dad.”

In a move I’m not sure I could’ve done if I planned it, I ducked down so the two men were holding each other.

“Now that’s what I like to see, two men I love more than anyone on earth holding on to each other just like I know they’d hold onto me. Want to prove it to me? Dad? Bob? I want you to prove that you will learn to love each other cuz if you do, it just means you’ll be able to love me more.” Maybe I should have stopped there but that dominant streak in me popped out.

“The two of you, don’t care what or how but get in that room, I’m going to close the door and you two are going to make some kind of love to each other. 69? Fuck each other? Whatever, but I’m going to be sitting out here and I will be listening for what I know I should hear. Am I clear about that?”

I’m trying to think how they looked. Stunned? No, Appalled? No….but in one thing I’m really good, they’d heard the voice of authority and it came from a man they both loved. What to do? They started, sort of, toward the bedroom.

“Hold it.” They stopped.

“Strip, right there and lead each other by your dicks….”

Somewhat to my surprise, they did. The door closed, I heard the lock turn-had to be my Dad, Coach and I fucked with all the doors and window open and unlocked-which is when I collapsed on the couch.

Apparently I went to sleep for the next thing I knew, large, strong arms were scooping me up. It was Coach. With a lurid smile on his face that not only said he’d just fucked, but been fucked. An activity, somehow, I felt awaited me. Sort of gym class for the sexually involved.

“I swear to God if you two try and double fuck me, you’ll have to explain my death  by loss of  blood in court.” He just smiled and kissed me.

“Naw, that’d be great sport but….couldn’t do it, you’re right, we’re too big but since we’ve both stuck you in the past, nothing says we can’t do it now. Okay?”

I could see my Dad, more handsome than usual, maybe because he had a rare smile had something to do with it. He was only half hard while the oaf who was carrying me already had the up thrust tip of his beast meat grazing my back.

He dumped me on the bed then hopped in effectively holding me between the two men.

“Who do you want first? And I gotta hand it to both of you studs, I am one of the luckiest men on the planet, to have both of you up my ass….”

“Well, motherfucker, since you like us, why don’t we double you and I promise you, we can do it. Dad?”

He winked and gave me a thumbs up.

Suddenly, or at least to him, Coach was face down with a pretty clear picture of what his near future held. Dad was already straddling his thighs and I was behind, getting good and hard with one hand while reaching around to stroke Dad’s cock into a really superb hard on, just the right size and weight to plunge into Coach’s oh so comfortable butt.

First stick was dad who only went in about half way then rose up so I could come under him, get the other half to the double aligned, slightly behind, then let Dad lead us to the promised land….which was already moaning; Now that he’d been screwed by  both of us, he knew what he was in for. I don’t know, he didn’t say it but….could just be he was liking it.

I was working a pair of nipples I found under my fingers in the soft fur while Dad did the same for Coach who, now, had drifted to that point in being fucked where that’s all you want to do, be fucked He also had the most sensitive hard points on his chest of any man I’ve ever known. Needless to say, I’d made good use of them over time so when I whispered in Dad’s ear, where to put his hands, I held on because we were on a bronco about to buck. Great! That just pushed us further down….couldn’t hit the pleasure button but, with whatever else he was getting, probably didn’t matter.

“Hey, you on the bottom, don’t go away, cuz you’re gonna be eaten out by two men at the same time and you know the length of at least one tongue...you better, its been in, on, around, you enough times.”

We rode along for a bit. Doubling is hard mainly as it’s difficult to both stay in. I slid out, gave Dad access to the whole chute and, while his tail was in the air working on another bull, fucked him. Like Father like Son and Father was liking it.

I leaned back on my haunches and watched the two men I loved most intertwined and, now, enjoying each other. Dad was fully in him, his generous tang pushing against a happy prostate. Between that and his nips  being gently massaged, Coach effectively was only there physically. Gotta say it, when he moaned, you knew he was maxed out as far as enjoyment went. Dad was working up to squirt so I rolled the happy pair on their side and got Coach’s bull sized cock in my mouth ready to get what I didn’t even have to work for.

You can never all come at once but they were pretty close. First thing, I leaned forward and fed Coach his semen, swallowed some then let Dad have the last. Final act, as promised, got the big man on his hard belly then began to eat him out. Given the times he’d had big loads-Dad and I are kinda known for that-there was good eatin’ to have. We never measured but I might just have the longer tongue not that it matters. And then all was silent. The smell of sweat and sex and men held us down as if we were being initiated into some very special band of men, men who cared deeply for each other, men who were fully balled and cocked, sexually addicted to each other. Men who’d just proved it.

Slowly we came out of the male aura of desire and fulfillment. I snuggled up to Dad, put one arm out to Coach who, surprised me, kissed the back of my hand.

“Can’t sleep in this mess….fast shower, sluice off the good stuff….Mitch, why don’t you sleep over...there’s a spare room….”

“Coach, no. He’s gonna sleep right here with us. Whenever he comes by and it’s late, he doesn’t have to go home, bunks in with us.”

It was slow and downhill. While they hit the shower, I pulled the sheets and quickly put a new set on, same with the pillow cases, got a fresh quilt then hauled off to the shower where, as I’d hoped, the two guys had gotten involved in rinsing each other so I just slid in, took the bottle of mans body wash and joined in.

Subsequently, three tired men crawled into bed. That we would sleep well, not an issue. I carefully put Dad and Coach together and I took the open side of Dad….Something I knew from sleeping with him in the past, in the night if I got hard, he liked to have me gently ease into him. Not with the idea of squeezing off a bubble of my cum, but just to reassure him….I was there and loved him….We slept very well.

It was a very tired morning. Bob and Dad had to head off for work then, mercifully, all I had to do was stay upright until they left then….go back to bed. None of us could cook so breakfast was made by the automatic coffee maker, toast in the toaster and juice in the container it came in which we all just handed around-after what we’d done to and with each other the point of sanitary glasses was ridiculous. Not saying anything, we all sat through the second cup-we really were tired. Bob and Dad stood up and, since he hadn’t dressed, I did the thing of drawing his balls to me and kissing them an act that surprised Bob. Dad actually spoke. “It’s how…..love…...”well, he almost got it out. Bob seemed to understand. Ten minutes later they were  gone leaving me staring at a third cup which I didn’t want but, by pouring it out, there was nothing left in the coffee maker which meant there was nothing to grow old and smell. Sure, I could have washed it but running it under the faucet then putting enough water in for tomorrow was one errand done. Also replaced the paper thing that held the coffee. So much for, as we’re all told, that most important meal of the day.

Back to the bedroom where I was confronted with a pile of sheets, dirty, pillow cases, also plus the towels from the bathroom now dried off to just the point where they would mildew if some attention wasn’t paid to them in the next little while. One….More….Thing. I collected all the mess and started for the laundry room dragging a couple of sheets and other things saturated with man sauce from the previous evening.

Which is when the doorbell rang. Shit. Well, logic was….I was covered from my knees to my eyes, I could get one hand free and with luck it was UPS once again dropping off stuff for Bob about a tournament, equipment, whatever. Got the door popped open-no Ernie from UPS, Shit, but a face unknown to me and wearing a cop uniform. His next sentence got the door completely opened.

“Mitch? Wow, didn’t expect to find you here, thought Andy might have slept over….can I come in?”

“Yeah, sure.” Mumbled through a couple of wet wash cloths, my voice could have been anyone and, again, the similarities between me and my Dad are astounding. Looked at from the perspective of the guy at the door, what he sees are brilliant blue eyes and a horseshoe flat top. Ergo, Mitch.

“Gotta be quick….you told me your son...and boy is he a stud, just like his Dad, sometimes…..uhm...”

“Yeah, he does.” I wondered what I did? Guess I’d find out. The guy in the uniform probably was a buddy of Andy’s so would think he might be here. That checked but now he was going to find something out.

Dropping the laundry, I stuck out my hand, “Jon, Mitch’s son. This is Bob’s place, he’s my lover and you want?….”

“Jesus, I heard you two looked alike...”

“I know that, now….my Dad told you what about me? And, just to be formal, now that you know I’m Jon, who are you?” I could read it on the plaque on his uniform but why deprive him of the pleasure of telling me? Besides, he was getting frazzled so whatever was going to revealed would be interesting.

“Uh, Jesse, Jesse Gutierrez, I’m on the same squad as Andy and, uh...Andy he’s a buddy so….”

“Easy, boy, it’s okay, everybody gets us confused, just generally I’m not stark naked and hauling laundry from last nights sex romp to the washer.”

“Oh, yeah, well….”

“You said something about me...my Dad does what?”

Jesse was a fine looking man. Not Hispanic but more Spanish. Great black olive eyes, a mess of short cropped glossy black hair, when he calmed down, a fine looking officer and, looking down, nicely equipped in the bulge department.

“I guess I need to tell you….Uhm...well...see I’m a virgin.”

Okay, that wasn’t news I often got standing without clothing behind a stack of laundry in my lover’s living room but it sure was a helluva way to start the day.

“And..?”

“Uh, Mitch said his son, uh, you that is...was a real nice gentle guy and, uh, well, see I just came out but I never did much, you know, sexual?”

I tried to imagine and found I could.

“He said maybe you and me well, you and me could go someplace, someplace nice, and you could show me some things and, uh, my cherry, you know….”

And I did, too. “I could pop your cherry so you wouldn’t be a virgin, something like that?”

“ Yeah.”

I felt sorry for him, clearly embarrassed but determined to accomplish what he started, his head was hanging down, he kept putting one foot behind the other, his hand kept wanting to cover his crotch…..in short, one fool proof, absolute, virgin and a nice one, the best kind. (I tried to remember when Coach had popped my cherry, something I was very anxious to have done and he was scared to hell and back he’d hurt me giving he was the possessor of a bull cock with appropriate nuts, as I’ve said before, that almost need two jocks. The night of my deflowering was, in retrospect, between my overwhelming desire and his too complex fears of damaging me, almost a sitcom.)

“Jesse, sit.”

Before I go much further. All those years Dad paid no attention to me, all I had was the little bit of money I made as a part time stocker at the market. No one seemed to notice that I needed things like shoes….except for Coach. He found out I was skipping meals to pay for the insurance on my car which led to some other discoveries. He got the insurance paid, got me some clothes-which looked strangely like one off coaching uniforms, made sure I had plenty to eat and, of course, when I started spending significant time with him, things got a lot better for me. EXCEPT no one seemed to notice I still no income other than the market. Yes, I could have said something but, by then, home with mom and Dad was a joke and, when they divorced, I intended to move in with coach. That’s when I found out that Dad was gay, had a lover, a cop, called Andy and for all the years had been afraid to go near me because, well, he never quite could make that clear. I would have loved to have him slide into my room and take me. What he couldn’t have known was that I had been sleeping with coach, both in the carnal and restful sense for some little while; Nothing he could have done to me would have hurt, the only surprise being who was doing it. The divorce came he bought a house too big for us, Andy moved in and, somehow, got my Dad and me on a more appropriate father/son basis. If you consider I was fucking my Dad, his boyfriend and my lover as appropriate. But in all of that, I had no money.

Must have been Dad who casually mentioned that some guy he knew or worked with or well, hell, however he knew him, was looking for some fresh meat and was willing to pay quite a lot of money. He knew the guy was clean, a nice guy, so….he suggested to me that I meet him and see what might happen. In Dad’s way of not saying much, I wasn’t entirely sure of what was expected although I had a fairly good idea; And I was right. He really liked me, and said-you can almost guess this-it was just like fucking my Dad…..which led me to think...If I got five hundred for our ‘date’ what would Dad get? The quick answer was...more.

I was to find out Dad had been tricking long before he met Andy so his rather casual handing off of his son seemed okay to him. And about Coach. As much as I loved him, his professional life as teacher, a coach and one who had won with the men and teams he coached with some consistency made our relationship hard to maintain. Yes, it had been a year or two since I graduated but...Coach had done a brave thing some years earlier and said he was gay and if any parent was concerned about having their son or daughter around him, they could speak to him and some arrangement that would satisfy the parents could be made. As I remember, only two sets of parents said anything. Still, he was a coach,  busy, after school, before school, often on weekends, trips to tournaments….our time was extremely limited. Not infrequently I’d slip in around ten and we’d get on our favorite couch. He’d turn on the enormous screen then put on one of the eight or ten hours of just rain or snow falling or evening in a forest. On the couch, I’d lay beside him so he could slide his great prick into me while reaching around, taking my tang and we’d settle in, usually for the night, sleeping together. At some point he’d fuck me as well as jack me off but it was the ultimate in intimacy….and, of course, whatever the pot holes in our ability to be together, I loved him. By six I’d be out the door….As I said, it was complicated and for all his affection, he, like Dad, was concerned about my health but that I needed money...no.

One other thing. Andy had been a really good football player in college and, as he and Coach got better acquainted, he was occasionally tapped to be security for a game or a referee even sometimes, throwing on a coaching uniform, becoming a temporary assistant coach. They had a solid guys type friendship which may, or may not, have occasionally featured some lightweight sex. If so, fine, as I’ve said, they were both nice guys, big men who could, I assume, enjoy perhaps a rough housing sex just for the fun of it.

Back to Jesse. “Buddy, I’m sure we can work something out just not here and not now. You know where I live, come by, have a swim, you and Dad and I can talk things over and it’ll all work out.” I smiled at him. “I promise”.

“Wow, you’re just like your dad but….you talk more.”

“Scoot, you’re late for roll call, good to meet you, see you later.”

He was out the door which I prompted locked and vowed to not open no matter who rang the bell. Publisher’s Clearing House with a check? Fuck ‘em, just stick it in the mail box. With that thought, I gathered up the laundry and headed off to finally get it done.

Dragging my ass into my home, all I wanted was to sit in my shower for a while then crawl into my bed and do my best imitation of a dead person; I was just that tired. It was a habit but….before I left coach’s, I not only put the laundry in the washer, napped until it was moved to the dryer then hauled it out, folded it and put it all away. Oh, and remade the bed. Coach, who usually came home exhausted, liked nothing more than to have a freshly made bed to fall into and, hell, I loved him and this was just one way of letting him know it.

The house was quiet, as I expected, everyone was at work, fine, I kept myself upright as far as my bedroom, noticed the bed had been slept in, Cade no doubt, but was now empty. Standing beside it I stripped and clambered under the sheets, pulled up a quilt, bed. Solid comfort. Sleep.

Something wet lay on me. Without looking I was putting my money on Cade who had been outdoors by the pool. That fact that he was warm as well as damp gave it away.

“You’re home!”

“Yeah and buddy, I’m awfully tired, it was quite a rodeo last night….and I worked my overtime this morning doing laundry.”

“I would have helped you.”

And I was sure he would have but….of all the places I would not have wanted him, it was with us last evening. This wasn’t just about sex, this was about setting a dynamic, getting the two men leveled out so I would not have to constantly prove fidelity to either one. Although, based on my last visitor, apparently fidelity and I were going to step aside. Thinking about Jesse and looking at Cade….I wondered. But not if he wanted his virginity removed.

I put my arms around him, gave him a kiss and told him….I was going back to sleep. Whatever he wanted to do, fine but….it would not involve me. Go work on getting a tan cock, balls and toes, go for a drive, make sure his former apartment was clean before the management inspected it….all activities that did not involve me.

“Jon?”

“Um?”

“I think I’m going to quit working at the market...”

“Cade, shut up and let me sleep or you’ll find me in piss poor mood, something you will not like.” Saying that, I rolled over and cocooned myself in a sheet. I felt him kiss me.

Usual waking up except that it was probably afternoon and I did not usually find a naked man, asleep, in a recliner: Cade. He was going to be a fast learner and the first thing he’d learned was that if I said he would not like me in a piss poor mood, best to believe that. And one way to make sure I was not disturbed was to not crawl in bed with me. Other times, yes; Now? No.

My turn to be quiet so when I hit the bathroom, I closed the door and, as best as was possible, took a ‘quiet’ shower. May be just me but...I enjoy shaving. Probably the ritual of it, getting the foam in the mug just right, making sure the blade was a sharp as I needed it to be. Wrapping a towel around my waist and, I cannot explain this, putting my foot up on a stool by the shaving basin. I don’t even remember who taught me to blade shave myself, probably Coach; There were no other candidates.

Well shaved, patted on some skin saver, well dried I did the one thing that guaranteed I’d have to go for a repeat; I walked out my French doors and dove into the pool. Well, at least that still left me shaved. Per usual I got up on my float and tried to calculate the time by who flew over going where. Bad timing, over less than two minutes there was a flock of Southwesterns going God knew where. Still, the sun felt good, the water was that temperature we all liked so I gave myself a few minutes to think about...things. Much as I loved floating, Coach had sternly warned me about getting too tan, skin cancer and how even attractively browned, the sun aged you. Once I was well warmed and wet, I slid off, did some laps then plunked myself on one of the lounges having thought of...nothing.

Reviewing the past 24 hours would get me no where so I didn’t. A happier idea was...Jesse and what he wanted or, to rephrase it, what he’d been promised I’d give him by my Father. Been a while since I stuck a virgin, kinda looked forward to it. In our brief interview, he’d seemed a nice young man, knew what he wanted even if, by accident, he’d started off with someone other than he’d planned on. Having told me he’d just come out, I wondered to whom and could immediately eliminate anyone on the Police Force, well, maybe not Andy who, I could guess, had found out which took him to my Dad. In a vague sort of way, he was aware of my financial needs so who better to refer to? Someone whose abilities he knew and trusted. Someone who would not ‘tell’. Someone who would give Jesse the sort of fucking he knew he needed...in short, everyone would be satisfied. Without his telling me-given his limited way of speaking, his telling anybody anything could be a slog for the listener just wondering if there would be both a subject and a verb. Something I did know quite by accident and a secret that even a gun stuck in my mouth with the offer of a kind of ‘ blow job’ you only got once would not have got from me was that Dad occasionally turned tricks himself. Very high dollar ones-neither of us were cheap. It was the sort of father/son secret that almost no fathers and sons shared not to mention there was at least one man, Coach, who would have been devastated to know I did it. Again, and this was partly my fault, no older person had ever quite realized that I had upkeep and the part time job at the market didn’t cover all that I had to pay. On one difficult occasion I’d had to make Dad understand that, contrary to what he thought, the school did NOT provide everything involved with attending. Books for example.

(Which as I’d grown up, became more observant, led me to some questions that weren’t likely to be answered. His strangely reticent speech….how much education had he ever had? High School? If I had grandparents, on either side, I had no memory of them. With the exception of a photo on their wedding day, there were no ‘family’ pictures anywhere. If they had parents, and that seems a lock, whoever they were wasn’t mentioned. On a couple of times, since I’d found he’d existed., I’d discussed this with Andy who...was as blank as I was. He’d met my father at the truck dealership but what they did with each other did not include any family background chit chat. It was an honest statement when he said it which was as he and Dad had first gotten acquainted, mainly in motels in other places, the subject of family never came up. Understandable. For whatever reason, I sensed this wasn’t an area  I could bring up and get definitive answers so….it stayed one of those things I thought about but never thought enough of it to try and satisfy what little curiosity I had. The only thing was…..that odd speaking way he had. But what I wanted from that was for him to be more expressive with me. Show and tell time was fine for physical love but on occasion….being told something affectionate….he was the only man who almost never mentioned it to me. Again, I wondered…..)

There was, after Andy broke him down, made him realize he had a son-and we’d all fucked each other a few times-one of the few endearing things he would do. On several occasions, in the middle of the night, he’d come to me, quietly slip in bed then just begin to make out. Old fashioned, kissing, hugging, frenching, rubbing each other, in the dark his strong hands held me in a way….I knew he loved me which was when something like that idiotic scene at Coach’s made no sense. My Father was not a man who wavered in his beliefs. He knew he loved me, I knew he loved me but somehow those instances shadowed by only each other….it was then when I first started the ritual of kissing his balls when I saw him. But those nights with his furry, warm chest against mine….annealed us more than words.

It was also on one of those nights that he said he had a job for the two of us but not to bother Andy. Puzzled but perfectly willing to go along, a week later  I found the two of us, naked, up on a table fucking. Seems some guys didn’t believe fathers and sons ever “did it” as it was put. Well, wrong, they did. Laying there, my Dad slurping up my cock, getting me as hard as he liked me, getting up on all fours-better viewing for the guys in the back-mounting my Father, our necks scissored by our legs as we sucked each other off in a 69….and some guys talk about playing ‘hoops’ with their dads?….what a great time they had there on the driveway. While we’d be stocking shelves and they’d be gassing on about what a great guy their pop was, how he did just everything with them….and what I thought was...Everything. Buddy, now let me tell you about my Dad and what we do together...and, say, when the two sweaty men came in to a scrawny wife who didn’t like man moisture on her home….I remembered when we came in, nobody gave a fuck and each of us had a grand in our hand...plus some tips stuffed in the waistband of our jocks. After they ‘shot hoops’ did they get into a hot shower with a hot man and, after what you’d done, have him kneel down and, first, lick your nuts then, working up, try and stick his tongue in your piss slit? Did he like it when you rained down on him? All that golden liquid? Did he drink right from your fountain, buddy? Did he suck you to the point he had to hold you up and did you then do it to him?  No. Oh. Guess you’re dads a real...boring person. Go in some night in the dark and try and make love to him...see how long you have a place to live….

Thinking about it, I could see how he sent Jesse to me...only thing I wondered was whether Andy knew this little game was about to played not to mention, as fellow officers, why didn’t he offer the cherry to another cop? However, Jesse had mentioned Andy so...that squared that. One way or another, I believed in supporting first responders, Jesse was on the house.

Cade was proving not only a good learner but one almost too enthusiastic. Particularly when it came to giving me blow jobs. For a time I thought that each night before we slept, he felt it his mission to dive down, attach himself and suck until I came. As I’d been taught, and not that it was particularly pleasant, but I could and did foam up quickly, at least when I wanted to or, as with Cade, something needed to be over quickly-many nights I really was tired.

It was almost an error but worked to all our favor. Deciding he’d sufficiently learned sucking 101/102/103 as well as how to do it underwater-a special course only rarely taught. Next up was some might call a punishment blow, others might find great; Depended on your attitude and your specific taste. For this one, he was tied in a spread eagle, hardened then blown but that was only the first time; While he was still enjoying that I continued right on to edging him slowly, with some teeth but a determination to get him to cum again. This goes from painful to pleasure IF you stop at doing it once, for Cade, I went on to number three-this time gagging him knowing the sounds he was likely to make as the pain of resisting my demands increased, his prostate tried to keep up but….his balls were slow in production; Took me almost 45 minutes that time  by which he was sweating profusely, bucking-the para-cord-which I preferred to rope-was doing its job in restraining him until, suddenly, his cock got the signal, he would burst out with some man juice and, if he could even think, I might quit. Briefly. Pulling my-rather tired-mouth to his ear I whispered, “It’s not over….no, you don’t want it to be over so don’t even try to indicate that….now it’s just pain...”. I knew he could hear the sound of something snapping through the air. I knew he could feel it the first time I dragged it across his chest. I knew he could feel it the first time I put some muscle into it causing him to shrink from whatever it was and I certainly knew he’d learned about pain times during the two through twenty strokes of the quirt.

My point was to create a visual. When he could raise his head and look down, he’d see the red stripes. I had no idea as to his taste for whipping-I knew one man who wanted, and got, tiger stripes from his ass to his shoulders. He said the days and nights they were accumulated were the zenith in pain and almost caused his cock to fall off it was so hard. But for now, for Cade, he’d learned these lessons well. When I released him the first thing he did, which was appropriate, the thing I wanted him to do was embrace me whispering his thanks in my ear, pleading for another time….and tho I said nothing, there was another time indeed…. Many of them. What I had detected was that beneath is innocence there was the suggestion of masochism...what I wondered was...whether further introduction to the world of intentional hurt would make him want it to go away or could he be one of the few who would grasp at the very elemental sense of pain and live in it like a welcome suit of very fine blades….I wondered.

Word came to me that Jesse had the weekend off and he hoped that, if I was doing nothing else, he and I could...do something. Well, yeah, of course I could ‘do something’ not to mention I had a very clear idea of just what we could and would do; Monday morning there would be one less virgin in the world. I was told he’d pick me up at, I couldn’t believe it, the market where I used to be a part time stocker.

If I had a reservation about this it was just to wonder if he really wanted my Dad to take him but settled for the son? As I put the finishing touches on growing up, thicker facial beard, more hair on my chest, my crotch etc. I also looked more like my father. If you were Jesse, who would you want? There was no doubt-well, a little-that he might have spoken with Andy. Then again, I might have been Andy’s first choice for him. What I was sure of was that he had no idea that Dad and I made quite a lot of extra money doing whatever the buyer wanted, the favorite being the father/son fucking. Or sucking each other off. Or whatever they’d come up with. Dad had refused a couple of things, mainly BDSM, but after one of our lopsided discussions, with me trying to figure out the missing words, he was considering at least going to one ‘event’ even if we did not immediately participate. Okay, we could do that. After all, whose nuts did I kiss? If he wanted me to do whatever, Okay.

Luck was not with me Friday night. My plan was to stay as far from the store as possible, one thing I did not want was to run into Cade who still worked there and who would find my loitering more than odd. As I stood in the foyer between the two sets of glass doors watching the lightning, wondering how many cars would float down the creek behind the store’s parking lot, Jesse pulled up in….oh my great jumping Jesus….a squad car. With a cage. He wasn’t smiling as he exited, came to me, slapped some cuffs on my wrists then pushed me out the door and into the caged part of the car.  Once he was in and behind the wheel I damn near shouted at him, “What the fuck are you doing?” Blessed are the innocent for only they could come up with a stunt like this….

“See, Jon, I thought if I arrested you then we could get away go to my car and then….”

“Leaving a black and white just sitting on some road….?”

“Oh, no, I have to turn it in….my car’s in the protected parking behind the station….”

“Let me understand you. You’ve faked an arrest on a citizen so that you could take him to the police station, uncuff him, dump city property then put me in your car and nobody will notice. Is that the plan? Don’t you think, I don’t know, that looks a little odd? And, my God, you’re in uniform. Jesse, take me back to the store, drop me by my car, take this back, get your car and meet me….in Denny’s. We’ll start off by ‘pretending’ we’re old buddies meeting to have a cup of coffee as opposed to your smart ass idea of arresting the man who, at some point, is going to fuck you so you won’t be a virgin. Or would you prefer we go to the station so you can run in to explain the man in your car isn’t really under arrest but a professional cock’s man who is going to pop your cherry?”

He deflated. “Listen Jon, I’m real sorry I guess I, well...We’ll do it your way.” And we did.

Eventually we got on the road to VirginVille which proved to be a really nice semi hotel, hot tub in the room, indoor swimming pool, as is said, all the amenities. Oh, and as we checked in, how pleased I was to see Ernie, our UPS driver who said, “Hey Jon, surprised to see you. The wife and I are celebrating our tenth!” Then gave me that conspiratorial lascivious wink that is supposed to suggest sex but usually looks like conjunctivis.

Offering my congratulations I offered the first lie I could think of which was that the young man with me was from out of town, Coach had me keeping an eye on him before the scouts for colleges would see him on Sunday. At the school. And then I smile a whole lot, congratulated him again and turned to Jesse saying, “So, Phil, excited about the future? I know Coach has high hopes for you.” By which time he had a key and I was damn near dragging him toward anything that looked like a door. For the first time, I got lucky, it was an elevator.

“Jon, I heard some weird shit about the guy who owns all the truck dealerships, that he wants your Dad to give you to him. Jon, don’t, see we have him in our books, he’s a mean sonofabitch, he hurts people….” And that’s when the door to the sixth floor opened and I had more to think about than whether Jesse ended up deflowered. Much more…..