Father, Boyfriend, Lover, Me

My next proposition, after I left the store,  wasn’t really hinted at, just carefully suggested. Guy asked me if I was taking a butt break, suggested he could give me a light.

Sure, uh huh, buddy, I’ll just bet you would. Then drove away.

I finally stopped, I don’t know, several blocks from the market where I’d just quit because men were coming in looking for me. Twon, the manager, was great, offered me full time, late, late at night but….even though I needed the job, working 12 to 8, going home, whichever one I went to, doing whatever needed to be done, it just didn’t work out. Coach didn’t really expect me but his schedule was such that we took what time we could get. Home? Finally a Dad who realized I was living plus he had his boyfriend, Andy the cop who now lived with us. I wasn’t sure where I should go. Unlike the first time at the new house, now over a year ago when Dad and I got lost-which was when I met Andy-I knew how to get to which ever one I chose to drop in...that’s almost a laugh, ‘which ever one I chose to drop in’...where was my home? Maybe I should just slip in, grab whatever I wanted, slip out and...drive away. Maybe send everyone a post card from...wherever.

Years of working part time left me with a little, very little, money in a savings account. Some of the guys I’d worked with talked about how their dads bitched but paid their insurance, fronted a couple of thousand when they wanted a new car. With a Dad who didn’t know I existed, I’d scraped to buy the car, dropped a meal a day to pay the insurance-until Coach found out and paid it for me: I was so grateful to him I offered to sell blood to pay him  back. That’s when he figured out how things at home really were. That’s when he became more insistent that I stay with him as often as possible, that’s when I turned eighteen he told me, well I knew he loved me, but he wanted me to live with him permanently. He meant it but….two seconds of thought and he would know why it was a non-starting issue; He was famously employed as a winning track and field coach at a High School from which I had graduated. Think a recent graduate, whose looks were too commented upon, moving in wouldn’t be noticed, and, too, commented upon?

What you want at moments like this is a buddy and I was light on those. One guy at the market, Cade, and I had talked a lot-noticing that men came looking for me, and not to show them where the frozen tortillas were-he’d told me, or suggested that he turned tricks-that’s not what he called what he did-when he was low on funds. Said with my looks, I could make my college tuition in three weeks, two if I’d spend the weekend with somebody. Given the rather casual attitudes about sex which surrounded me, I wasn’t shocked. God knows I was getting offers, he knew it, all the guys at the market knew it. If they thought they saw a ‘buyer’ (as they came to call them) looking for me they’d either shove me into one of the back storage areas, trip him or find Twon. It took me some time to discover this and I was grateful. Grateful and ashamed. I had no illusions about being “a good boy”, my arrangement with Coach sorta blanked that one, but neither was I cheap or for sale or...anything. For whatever reason I rolled back to the market, parked by Cade’s car and, eventually, he showed up.

“Wow, I guess I’m surprised. Thought you’d be gone and celebrating your release from canned goods and cleaning up vomit after some kid ate….”

“Cade, I need a favor, can I  bunk in with you tonight? Nothing’s wrong, I just...I don’t...”

“Hey, name it and claim it, I’m just the friend from laundry powder, stale doughnuts and frozen whatever is in the white bag when I take it out of the freezer. Follow me.”

It was further than I’d expected, don’t know why. Based on just things he’d said, made it sound like he lived almost around the corner. He had a nice, fairly large, one bedroom, good sized kitchen and, surprisingly, an enclosed patio, one strip of grass, one strip of concrete, one charcoal grill, apartment standard issue. But it was a nice place, told him so.

“Thanks. Get comfortable, while I can still stand; I’ll snag a couple of brews, not have to be bothered cuz once I sit down, that’s it.”

He had a good smile, a nice young guy’s smile. I could hear the clink of glass which meant it was longnecks, not cans. The surprise was he had four beers and two frosted mugs. “Forgot to ask if you like beer….if you’d like something else...” Whereupon he opened a door in a tall case and revealed a selection of liquors plus glasses… “Not everyone who drops by likes foamies, some of the older guys say it gives them gas and, friend, when I’m fucking someone, I do NOT want them to blow a fart up my piss slit.” There was a pause that said whatever happens next is going to steer how this evening goes.

“Shocked?”

“Nope, I sleep with men almost every night and probably do what you do. Just theme and variations.”

He laughed. “Well,  can’t say I’m surprised, always looked at you and thought….Jon has to be standing at stud, only question was...boys or girls. Glad to know you’re on my team.”

“Don’t assume too much….one of the men is my father, another is his boyfriend, the third is my lover of five years.”

His turn to look not exactly shocked but easily taken aback. “Your own dad fucks you?”

“Sure but we fuck each other, he found I’d do it so and his guy taught me how to double fuck-sometimes I get it, sometimes one of them is the bottom, lots of sex shit like that...”

Cade almost got a swallow of beer in him before he exhaled in surprise and blew some of it on the coffee table. “Double? You have doubled fucked?”

“I told you, my father, his guy, they taught me, reasonable they did it with someone else long before me…it does take three...” I got my first swallow down while Cade tried to come back to...somewhere.

“And there’s another man?”

“Yep, five years now”

I could watch him do the addition and the subtraction… “Shit, Jon, that would have made you, what? Thirteen?”

“Fourteen.”

No idea when Cade had started on his ‘side business’ but from the expression  I could tell I was way ahead of him, maybe not in numbers of men but easily times, places and whatever I’d done. Wondered how he’d react to hearing about handcuffs, rope, bondage….?

“Uh, great to have you, always kinda wanted to know you more...get close but...why now?”

I put my head in my hands. “Because….I need some one, a guy, who isn’t my  father, his boyfriend or the Coa….”

“...ch? I never forgot that night they guy came in you were checking and he said something about you being the Coach’s boyfriend…..”

I smiled a tight smile. “Did say that didn’t he.”

“Ya know, there’s a coach at school who announced, Jesus, must be years ago, that he was gay...wouldn’t be that coach...would it.”

I looked at him. “You, Darryl, the equipment room...Senior year, you had on a helmet and cleats, he had on cum on his lips. Or so I was told by the coach who found you.”

Cade almost laughed, “... what a pissant. Couldn’t even suck cock worth sour apple shit.”

We paused, looked at our almost empty  bottles… “Good thing you brought two of them….”

“Fuck, shoulda brought a case.” Popped the lid on his second bottle then stuck out his hand. “Friend?”

I took his hand in one of mine, removed the bottle of beer with the other and pulled him toward me. “Friend” It’s corny but I sealed it with kiss. He smiled.

“Ya know, I’ve needed a friend….guys at work, ones I went to school with, nice guys but….it’s better to have a friend who isn’t going to be shocked...”

“Nope.”

“Won’t laugh and point”

“Never would”

“Might want to spend the night just to sleep….”

“True, that might happen. Like tonight?”

“Oh my God, no, I want to see your package in the flesh, hell, I want to see you in the flesh, in my bed.”

“Why wait?” I stood up, peeled off  my clothes, sat back down and pressed my cold beer against my nuts. “Your turn.” He smiled as he reached for the first closed button on his shirt, got that, the rest of them plus all his other clothes.”

I’m good at assessing men, possibly because coach talked about physique as part of his work but partially, I could just look at them and know….something. I would have guessed Cade was either shaved or had used a depilatory but the smoothness covered his very slight, though masculine, form nicely, giving him the look of a marble statue but one the sculptor had not favored with significant musculature and only modest balls and a cock-possibly the young boy lover of a major god. I could see his appeal to older men, it would be like fucking their...son or some young person they often saw and desired. Naked he lost a bit of his happy hooker presentation but, he didn’t realize it, he was being taken over by a dominant male, a kind one, but one, from where we were to where we were going would lead him and not allow him any preferences-not that he’d want them.

I’ve talked about how I wandered into domination; Everyone around was too busy to organize their lives outside their work so...I just took over, made it easier for all. However making it easier for them led me further into just assuming the dominant role in everything, I didn’t notice it and nobody and nothing around me changed much except that if you looked carefully, I ran the show. Even to sex with Dad, Andy and the Coach. Nothing direct, but to spare them the time to think up what they’d like to do, what might feel good, I’d already lined it out. Easy.

“If it would please you, then...my new friend, it would please me to stay the night and take you.” His face showed what he would not say and that was he had hoped but until that moment wasn’t sure. Noting where the cabinet was, I rose, opened it, found a bottle of mediocre Brandy-he could be taught-which I put on the table in front of us. “Sit where you  are.” It wasn’t a large room and, I knew, if I used the spill light from the kitchen, that would be enough.

On his couch I gently pushed him back, putting a pillow under his head so he could watch and later….react. Took the bottle, opened it, poured a trickle into the small depression between his breasts, leaned over, sucked it up, moved up him then slowly dripped it into his mouth followed by holding his neck and lightly kissed him. Moved about, kissed his neck, put some more brandy on him but this time rubbed it onto his nipples. I fully intended to suck on them but I wanted to see if, as with many men, they were hard wired to his cock...only needed to reach back and softly feel his organ to know...they were.

Making out is overlooked in the rush to fucking. If you do not know someone well, it’s the subtle introduction, it’s the time when you make them give themselves to you, to begin to demand that you quietly take their body and  I did.

I could feel his chest begin to expand more rapidly as we kissed, as I licked his lips, his neck, his cheeks, his eyelids, moving my head to the side of his neck I softly took his neck in my teeth and began to treat him as a tiger holds their young. One hand was on his nipple, another was moving down as I would soon follow it.

Having your feet massaged is one of the best feelings, even if done poorly, as it is the literal sole of you, where your nerves end, where with care, you can be relaxed to almost limpness. Just now, I simply rubbed them, warmed them, while I licked the inside of his calves then his thighs. He could feel the tip of my tongue skip across the bottom of his man sack, swiping now, fully tonguing, wetting them preparatory to be taken into my mouth and eaten not just warmed and wetted but pressed, the peninsula of skin leading from them to his body, clipped off by teeth which gradually slid down until they were directly over each ball, slowly closed while a hand gently stroked the length of his shaft, it was as if I were going to force a load of him with only increasing almost painful but countered with the soft stroke of the underside of his cock, finally taking a nail and circling the glans as if to cut it open to let the syrup he held inside out.

I enjoyed him. He was so good, so gentle so agreeing with whatever I would do. Pain? A little, the counterpoint to pleasure. His staff was completely engulfed, no feeling other than it being in a warm place where it was wanted. His tits were manipulated, demanding that his cock stiffen, that dippers of silvery white essence of man be made ready, that his body relax so that only that area, the triangle of the breasts and his concealed tang give feeling to his sensory organs.

And now it was time to set him to the point where he would begin to demand to be unloaded, he would scream in a sort of futile desire to give to the man who would take it...eventually. A hand rolled his nuts, held the bag so it could not pull up, could take two fingers and press into the smooth plain behind the trilogy of man parts where lay the secret to them, the perineum that covered the prostate. Pressure. More pressure, his arms had to be held, the restraint adding to his feeling of need, of nearing ecstasy, of knowing the stalk that would provide it was….hidden in a warm cave, licked but not moved.

In one swoop, moved my hand from the perineum, took away my mouth, grasped the slightly curved sword that wanted to be cut open to give to the mouth, the hand, the prized semen, a silence one wild down stroke and he could feel the rush of what he would give, his cream. There was an orifice waiting, knowing it was coming, wanting to hold it, slowly, wetly draw back on his now veined prick, lightly coating it with his own male sauce as if preparing it to be glazed and cooked.

I held his head, brought it up slightly, barely opened my lips then let a trace of him transfer back to him, fertilizing him with his own seed. I consumed what I wanted but shared out what he needed to continue to be a man.

Holding him in my arms as he lay there, I could see the ultimate in relaxation, the pleasure, the willingness to pursue pure sex; He knew he was only partially satisfied but...the way to satisfaction lay in giving himself fully and, just then, that was all he wished to do.

He was warm, panting slightly. I lay beside him, held his head with one hand while the other used the fingers to criss cross his chest and abdomen, giving only sensation but no clue as to what it meant. I took the bottle and slowly poured it into his mouth, just a bit then had a little myself. When we’d both swallowed, it was time to place my mouth on his, my tongue in him, lift him and head toward the bedroom.

“It’s time to get you fucked.” That’s the way to say it, no chance for reprieve, in some period of time he’ll feel me go into him, stay there finally forcing another orgasm from him. I wanted him to get something more than pleasure from this, I wanted him to not only deepen the new friendship but concede to me authority which he will be happy to do.

As we lay on the bed, my body slightly diagonally across his, just so my head was on his right shoulder, close enough to hear whispers, I realized that what I’d said earlier was true, I did want a man my age, not that I didn’t love Coach or my Dad or Andy, but I needed a man who would do what I liked, who had the time to allow me to have the last fleeting minutes of late youth and to share them with someone who could offer me all the physical things I desired but had the time no one else had to just...go some place and if it pleased us, do nothing.  I smiled and he could feel my lips, know that I was happy.

“Jon….Thank you….no one ever cared like that.”

“Their fault but….you know….I’ve not finished with you there’s something more to give you...and then I want to sleep with you….here, with no reason to get up save to fuck you again….”

He shuddered the sort of shudder that indicates anticipation but tinged with a good fear for what has not yet happened, but hope…

He started to roll over but I restrained him. “I know how I want you and when I want you so...leave it to me. What I want you to do is enjoy the thought, now, of first my fingers and the my cock creeping into you, finding how you’re shaped, where best to put things so we’ll enjoy it, find the exact shape of your prostate so my cockhead can lean against it, show it affection...” That’s when I began to slowly turn him so now, with my body still diagonal, my soft penis was just by his boy, almost man cunt, not threatening just...there. Cade would never have the sort of ass, apart from being attractive, that could take deep, hard thrusts or oversize cocks (I thought of the coach and his sausage.) but those would never be necessary for him to achieve what he wanted.

My guess was that the men who’d been there wanted in, and out and pay up. Some of them may have  been nice guys, some of them may have been pricks. He didn’t know it but...he’d acquired a sexual wing man who could get him the best men, the ones who were sexually adept, the ones who could lead him further into sexual perversion, where he wanted to go but could not find how to get there. In the short time I’d spent with him, I’d realized something, almost a talent. No longer would I run from my looks but find ways to use them not to get things but to arrange circumstances so they fell certain ways.

It was, at first, troubling to think I was edging close to being Cade’s pimp but, why not? I was doing for him what he needed, getting men whom he would enjoy and, with some practice, would enjoy him; He was nice looking, the prototype for the boy next door, for a certain clientele, those who were new to paying for sex, he was perfect; He would have the tincture of innocence for a very long time. Unlike some monster muscled, cocksman, Cade could give a good time-better after he’d been worked with-satisfying for all: He could give genuine, palpable affection. How often, with a whore, does one get that? It started with me, finding men for him that would want him not just for sex, although certainly they’d receive that, but sex with a man who seemed to genuinely like them. Cade was, I guessed, incapable of not liking, at least superficially, someone.  

It was a simple fuck, it was all that was needed. Some work with my fingers, a stiffening of my meat, which he could feel as it first lay across his ass then shifted to be on top of his fleshy slice, like two sides of something that will be peeled open.

I put one hand around him, held his prick, started it to harden and, simultaneously, using my precum, slipped into the first few inches of him. I could hear him exhale and make a noise that suggested pleasure. Good, I hadn’t known how much experience he’d had at anal sex but, I could tell, enough to anticipate, not fear, what was to come.

I took my time, maybe fifteen minutes until I was in to the point I had his prostate just ahead. By working on his hard wood he was again excited, deeply breathing, expectant for the pleasure he now knew he would have.

Almost like a subtle snake, I began the slow, rhythmic pulsings that would satisfy me but take him to the second round, deeper, more fully felt, more exhausting.

He was at the point I wanted him so it was just a matter of a few strokes until I could feel him spurt the slightly painful ejaculation that second times often are but also the deeper pleasure, the greater affection for their partner, the desire to hold them in. I knew he had enjoyed it as he valiantly tried to clench his ass and hold me but it was futile.

In his ear I whispered, ‘some night I will sleep in you, chained to you...’ there was the shudder of horror and anticipation. I used that moment to release myself, leaving my spent man spear across his ass, my symbol of conquest. He tried to roll over but I held him.

“I want my man to rest, to feel the cum on the sheets, his cum, I want you to wallow in it, try and force it back into your nuts, save it to make you a greater   man for whomever…..”

“Jon?” There was some fright in his voice. “Will you fuck me again….ever?”

“I’m not a one night stand, this isn’t the motel whatever and when I want you  or we want each other...other things to do together...yes, I will take you again...I promise.” I could feel him relax.

We lay there another hour...finally it was time to get up, change the sheets, shower and, as carried him back in a bath towel, put him in his bed, all things clean and smelling like good men, the vague scent of what we’d done lingering. I pulled him to me, kissed him, said good night and, reaching around, closed his eye lids….

Predictably it was light out when I woke up-Cade was still sleeping but looking at him I realized, I’d never seen him in natural light, just the fluorescent bulbs at the store and here, in his apartment last evening. He was better looking than I thought, was already making plans to send him to a gym, not to ‘muscle him up’  but to add definition to what he had. I had slipped into pimp mode without difficulty mainly because what I planned for him wasn’t so much selling him,  but just making sure he found partners who could afford him, would enjoy him and could pay him a good sum of money. I knew what he was paid at the market so this ‘side business’ was something of a necessity. One other thing, he had to stop dressing like a kid and more like a neat, sober college student. Okay, we’d tighten his pants, make some changes in what he wore but he would remain Cade, something he’d have no trouble being.

We really had a late night so it was no surprize to find it was nearly ten in the a.m,. As a good guest, I collected the empties, put the brandy away, dragged the used sheets to the kitchen then made coffee. While I was going to let him sleep, I had plans for him that afternoon, something that would surprise the residents of ‘home’; I was going to bring a buddy by to have a swim in our pool. I assumed he swam, I’d opened a couple of drawers-Andy had taught me that when you have the opportunity to find out whatever you might find out, seize the opportunity. In other words, snoop. What I’d found that related to my plans for the day were a couple of very brief Speedo style suits. My guess was they’d never been worn but today was their day. Until I removed them so he could start an allover tan-all my men, including myself, had no tan lines and nicely colored cocks and balls. Cade was going to do a lot in two or three days-it was the weekend (Fortunately coach had an away track meet) so that gave me, Dad and Andy to see if we couldn’t get Cade into some sort of  basic sex training; He’d been interested in double fucking, no reason he shouldn’t see it. How Dad and Andy might react….I’d find out.

Eventually he appeared, as I’d expected, half embarrassed, half happy but all glad to see I was still there, still nude, drinking coffee and, I’d found, he took the paper, so I was reading that. He’d pulled on some shorts which I told him to remove. He blushed.

“ ‘member yesterday, get comfortable around me...sit down, have a coffee, I’ll make breakfast for you, just tell me what you want.”

Based on his fridge, I gave him a glass of OJ, tossed some frozen waffles in the toaster and ran a bottle of fake maple syrup through the microwave, found some fake butter….

“May not be the answer to a nutritionalist prayer but it probably tastes good and, since it’s in your ice box, you probably eat them. Dig in. Want a refill? Glass of milk?”

He just smiled some sort of goofy smile and set to on breakfast. In fact I had another activity planned, as soon as he finished eating, just didn’t want him to skip what we’re told is the most important meal of the day.

I had thought of a couple of questions that I was sure he could answer.

“Any of the other guys at the store turning tricks?”

Through a mouthful of waffle and syrup, he nodded his head ‘yes’ and, when he got that swallowed….. “Do you remember Zeke? Bag kid? He was sucking off people in the parking lot , oh, the guy who works behind the meat counter. Someone told me something about him and, some sex club...no one else.”

Bag boys sucking, wherever they were doing it, and guys in sex clubs weren’t of any  use to me except to tell Cade to avoid them. I had every intention of changing not only his clientele but what he did for them. And where.

And the most important question, what did he charge?

He was really ashamed, embarrassed, but I was determined and, little by little, I found out; He clearly had no idea what a male whore gets and even though he wasn’t anywhere near the upper echelons of the sex trade  business, he was good looking, the right age to appeal to certain types, clean, and very, very under priced.

How did I know? I lived with a cop so over time I heard lots of things about who did what, male or female, where they did it, the better pick up places, information Cade could not possibly have had. From what I could figure out, most of the men found him in the store or wherever he went during the day. He’d had the sense to never  bring them home but I could only imagine how degrading it was to find himself in a cheap motel, a fifty on the nightstand and the trick out the door. At least he had his own car to get home-no feeling lower than being freshly fucked, cheap motel, money on the table and no way to get home; Calling a taxi doesn’t say, it screams, I’m a whore.

We’d been sitting there for a while, he clearly was glad to have company and, as will happen, he was quickly developing a crush on me. That we could take care of but, for now, it helped.

“Ever go for a ride in the morning?”

He looked blank.

“ Got a treat for you, down on your knees and get me hard, I’ll show you how to play horsey, think you’ll like it.”

He started with his hand on my meat which I changed to his mouth showing him how to start with the knob while working the nuts with his hand, maybe give the perineum a visit. He was a fast learner. But now what? I swung around so I was facing the room, my legs spread apart, my cock in the air.

“Face me, that’s your saddle, once I grease it, then climb on, just lower your self and we’ll play horsey.”

I did have a surprise; Just before he lowered himself, I poured the syrup over my cock which would make some tasty eating when I finished fucking him and he got down to clean me up.

The closeness really appealed to him, he put his arms around my neck which I removed to show him he needed to play with my nipples as I was going to play with his. That worked. Started off slow, just a little up and down but gradually increased my tempo as I could see he was getting into it. One thing I was learning, he liked to be fucked-not everyone is as enthusiastic as he was which would help in his up coming career.

We must have sat there...almost an hour, I varied my speed keeping my stick just below ejaculation but close enough to keep both of us involved. I put my arms around his chest, got my teeth into his neck and blew a big one. Told him to hop off so I could eat his ass-something that probably hadn’t happened very often and then, his treat, cleaning my cum and syrup covered cock plus what had drooled down on my balls, legs. The chair could be handled by Mr. Clean.

Again, I didn’t let him up, just held him and made out. He was tender, encouraging, wanted to be good for me...after a bit, picked him up and back to the shower.

It was almost like washing a child. He stood with his hands over his genitals, head down, eyes closed. I could tell he was enjoying it but there was something….I could almost watch him change. There was a pause while I spewed liquid men’s soap on a wash cloth when he looked up at me.

“Jon….I heard something and I wondered….”

I whirled him around, leaned down and started on his ass and thighs. “What did you hear?”

“That sometimes men….well, they took a younger man and made him….well, I heard someone say, they made him their boy….”

Oh shit. Crush had turned to fantasy and now I would have to deal with his desire, unfounded, to be more than a friend. No point in discussing it in the shower, I finished us up, got him out, dried him out, picked him up wrapped in a towel and tossed him on his bed.

“You got part of it but….not the good part. See, this can happen, sometimes does, but it’s between two men who are in love. One is usually a bit older, probably dominant, but he takes care of his boy. The may live together but they have separate lives, work separately, aren’t together 24/7 and (I was kind of making this up) the man sometimes lets his boy go for sex for money, if they need it. Always protects him, makes sure the guy is clean, has references but that does happen. Also the lead guy does what he wants. Some boys get really upset when their man fucks other men, does scenes with guys...doesn’t mean he doesn’t like his boy but...that’s how it is.

I could see the suggestion of a tear get tangled in his very nice eyelashes. “So you….”

“Cade” and I held him, “ I have a man, well three in some ways, and none of us has ever even thought about having a boy. You are smart, good looking and if you do what we teach you, not only will you make some coin but have a good time...sex is about pleasure, or it should be. What about this past time? You have a good time, I certainly did….you wanted me back. Forget the fucking, we’re friends.”

He smiled, a little. “ I guess… I guess I wanted to feel...special.”

I had to control myself, we both wanted the same thing but I knew from whom I wanted to feel that way, my Dad, and he was only hoping that some man would like him enough to treat him….better. I guess...be his friend. Sort of like the past evening when I needed a friend and now I had one, a good one. All that was left was to hand fly him past three man….and then I could do something for him. Oddly, I needed them and, one in particular, Andy, had information that would scoot things right along.

“Pack up, you’re going to spend the rest of the weekend with us.” Just wondering who all ‘us’ might be?

My phone rang just before I had to go any further down the “BOY” trail. I could tell it was Andy so, excusing myself, I went not just our of the room but out the door. We had an Interesting conversation during which I think he got most of it. The thing I had to put across was that, even if he only spat out a word or two, please  tune Dad so that he understood that, yes, this was a young man, yes I had fucked him, no I loved my men but we were going to help this kid because he was my friend. It was a lot for my father but, relying on Andy to sell the more salient points, A. He was doing this for his son and B. He didn’t do much for his son so this would be a good idea. C was something Andy and I could and would work out that did not involve Dad.

I was grateful, for once, for a gadget. The last time my old car had collapsed and whispered, “Sayonara” Andy had got me a used police cruiser, one of the last Ford Crown Vics. Eight Cylinders and, because it had avoided any crunch incidents, was in good shape. The interior was a bit basic-they’d removed the cage-but it ran beautifully and, as always with Andy, I was grateful. What it cost? I insisted he collect from Dad who, surprisingly, paid up saying he’d want to do something like that for his son. Would that he’d got around to thinking that some years earlier. The gadget that was left was a GPS thing that, which, again I had no idea where we were, steered me home with Cade behind me.

Cade seemed taken aback by the size and area of ‘home’. I was used to it but could remember the first time; The major difference being that now it had furniture, looked occupied.

“You’re going to bunk in with me, I’m sure you won’t mind, only one bed.” I had to keep urging him through the house, why he was so curious as to how we lived….it was, I’ll admit it, a far cry from a one bedroom apartment in an apartment complex.

My room, to which I’d added my own things, seemed to calm him...his only curiosity was about the mammoth television screen; I explained I wasn’t a great fan of TV but this one had a special purpose, he’d see it later.

“I brought your suit, from your drawer, the Speedo, if you want to wear it but around here, we don’t bother. I stripped, opened a door to the patio and he followed, naked, but hesitant. “How’d you get my suit?”

“Drawer was open, I was concerned that you’d want to wear it here so I picked it up...you can still wear it...it’s on my bed.”

I dove into the deep end and swam a few laps to give him time to decide...clad or unclad, swim or lay on the chaise…

His hesitancy puzzled me, in the past eighteen hours, I’d fucked him twice, given him a blow job and all of these without bothering with clothes. Okay, it had been dark but that shouldn’t matter.

“Is there something wrong?” I was treading water in the deep end curious as to why he seemed rooted to the door to my room.“ Uh, isn’t this kind of….exposed?”

“To what?”

“Well, you know, the neighbors and all that….”

Sometimes an explanation is of no help and gets no one anywhere. Simple solution, I climbed out of the pool, advanced on him, pulled off his Speedo, picked him up and threw him in the pool. Just to make sure he understood, I patrolled the edge, playing with myself, making sure he didn’t try to get out and had a visual as to how confident I was as to the privacy of  the pool as well as the rest of the back yard. After a couple of minutes, I tossed in a raft, followed it, wrestled him onto it, fully frontally exposed to anyone around us as well as the 1:10 Delta to Atlanta...if anyone on it was looking down which I doubted. It took some doing but by wedging the raft, with him aboard, against the edge, I could stabilize it to the point that I could raise up, take his peter in my mouth and start sucking. He relaxed.

I saw that as more of a ‘Welcome to My Home’ as opposed to a complete suck job, just one more example of why we all felt comfortable without clothing.

“See,” and I swallowed a bit of precum, “as you are, you get a full tan, look at me when you meet my Dad and Andy, we’re all lineless, ever see a better looking tanned cock?” I floated on my back to give him a look.

Behind me I heard the sliding doors to the main room open and, as I’d planned, out strolled Andy, nude. Next to my Dad and me, he had a great smile, one that a cop needs to calm people who find themselves suddenly in a mess. Just to get things started, I towed the raft, with Cade aboard, out towards the middle so Andy could get a look at him.

He did. Think about a dog, sitting down, their head cocked as they see something that confuses them; That was Andy just then. Cade rolled off the raft and seemed to be...almost hiding under it.

“Jack? Jon, who’s that with you?”

“Cade. I told you on the phone.”

“Cade? Who the fuck is Cade? That’s Jack, my nephew…..” Andy plunged in the pool, grabbed Cade/Jack and brought him to the surface.

It was going to be a long afternoon.