The Hole In The Wall

I guess mom and dad got along well enough at least so it seemed. We'd moved once so dad could have a much better job and mom complained she wanted to be nearer her mother. Dad never said anything but it was obvious that he wanted to put as much distance between the old bitch and himself as was possible. We were now at just over a thousand miles from her but he was looking at great jobs in the Mideast, Australia and, once, the Antarctic. Though they never fought openly, the South Pole thing set her off in a quiet sort of soliloquy.

"The South Pole, where would the child and I live? On an ice berg. With penguins? What about his school? What about our friends? What about my MOTHER?" He kept on chomping on the salad and reading the Wall Street Journal.
"Frank's coming next week, got a two week assignment, told him he could bunk in here. No trouble, he'll be gone all day and never gets home until after supper. Probably do his own laundry."

Mom was on a teeter-tooter on this one. She liked Frank, he made her laugh one of the few people who could, on the other hand when you were dividing things, and friends counted as "things" he was my father's buddy which put him in some sort of opposition bivouac. 

It was great as far as I was concerned. Uncle Frank, as I called him, was a child's dream of a playmate. There wasn't anything he couldn't do and had he had children, they would have been the most over-indulged youngsters in the world. He taught me basketball and, when it seemed I had some talent, moved us from the driveway and the hoop over the garage, to a real gym with standard height baskets, floors marked off, and, my favorite, a locker room filled with men coming and going from whatever their activity. Showering with Frank was great, he was a demon for getting clean-he said to bring a child into my mother's hose with even an odor, a whiff of sweat or the gym or other men was a mistake he was not going to make. To that end, he scrubbed me thoroughly and, in return, I washed him, at least as much of him as I could reach. Naturally, as time when on, I could not only look him in the eye but see the top of his scalp and kid him that I was looking for a bald spot.

Whether it was Frank or Antarctica I don't know but suddenly I was sent to some cousins in Florida who were going to make a tour of all the theme parks there. Or, as my Aunt said to mom, as many of them until I'm suicidal and laughed. Three weeks later I flew off to Tampa and, as promised, every amusement park in the state. I was fourteen, gangly and still suffering from growing pains so I kind of understood what my Aunt Phil(lis) meant about only going as far as she could go. Compared to me, she was able to climb Everest while I could barely make it up a hill. Too often I had to stop and sit for quite  a while. Behind my cool mirrored aviators there were tears of pain. At night, not only would she give me an aspirin but put warm, moist cloths on my legs and arms. Did it work? Not really but her love and attention went along way to making me think it made things better.

Facing a really gruesome park one day, Phil suggested I stay home, relax around the pool, shoot some hoops, just rest my legs.They were off to something like MotherGooseLand, clearly for the really young and not for the young male clearly passing through puberty and then there were the growing pains. A day off from "fun" seemed a real good idea.

Their pool was larger than most in Florida and well maintained. Also, it was surrounded by a twelve foot privacy fence-my Uncle Bob said he didn't know the neighbors, didn't want to know them and that under Florida law, a swimming pool, of whatever sort, was considered an attractive nuisance and if some kid injured themselves or drowned, the homeowner was liable unless adequate protection had been taken. Twelve feet, surmounted by an electric wire, certainly shouted that he had taken adequate everything. 

It was my first experience at nude swimming and it didn't start easily. We weren't a family that was overly modest but...I'd never seen either of my parent naked not that it mattered. The thing is, even seeing myself naked gave me the feeling that I was doing something not quite right. 

I was in their big living room looking out at the blue of the pool and I was stark naked. A few steps toward the sliding glass door. I opened it, nothing happened. On to the covered part of the terrace, nothing happened and then my big feet encountered a potted plant and I fell full out in the sun, almost to the pool. Nothing happened. Apart from a plane overhead, no one had seen me. Staying on my stomach I moved toward the pool, getting concrete burn that was wholly unnecessary. Then into the pool. Somewhere in a survey of physics class I remembered that water diffuses light and makes what's below the surface if not invisible, then very difficult to see. 

It must have taken two, three hours until I was marginally comfortable being without clothing and, in that same two hours, I acquired a fairly painful sun burn. Even on my nuts and cock-at one point I'd got daring and floated on a blow up raft face up.

When Phil and Uncle Bob came home they found me wrapped in the largest beach towel I could find out cold on a sectional in their living room. It was just around twilight so the facts of the matter weren't easily seen until a lamp was turned on. The light from it revealed part of a body the color of meat before it's cooked.

"Great Jumpin' Gehosephat, what have you done....???"
"Bob, it's just a sunburn but then she tried to removed some more of the towel and all of it fell away.
"Jesus, even his cock is burned....."

Possibly that's why they took me to a hospital where a beautifully tanned doctor had a look/see and concurred with everyone else that, yep, I was fricasseed. He, too, was amazed that my cock and balls had the same degree of done-ness as the rest of me. I don't remember the degree of burn he said I had but "to be on the safe side" I was admitted and put in their burn unit. I believe I heard them discuss shock and some other problems but, by then, the doctor had given me an injection and coherency and I were parting company.

Two days later I was at home, more compos mentis, but in motherfucking pain. Jesus, even the palms of my hands were singed making it hard to eat or hold onto things. You will imagine my embarrassment when Bob had to go to the can with me and hold my dick as I peed. My world consisted of a room smelling like Noxzema and me looking like a version of Frosty the Snow man only done in crème. It was a week before the worst of it really went away and I could taper off the pain medication which had been such a Godsend. 

Phil and Bob were facing a problem. According to the schedule, I was supposed to go home in a few days and that was not going to happen. Looking as I did, it was questionable as to whether any airline would accept me for passage. The answer to that? Call home and see if an extension to my visit was possible.
My contribution was to suggest they call during the day when it was likely Frank would be there and tell him a very carefully edited version of the problem. OR just say we were all having so much gosh darn fun, the cousins loved, Phil and Bob loved me, why not just stay on for a while. (No specific time was specified as no one knew when I could travel. Also, they didn't want to return me as I was knowing the hell my mom would rain down on them.) 

They'd met Frank so when they called and he answered they could slip into adult speak without going through long distance introductions. The story went down like castor oil and, to seal the deal, they put me on the phone to verify all he'd been told. He approved the continuing stay, saying he'd pass it on to my folks. At the end of the call there was a general collapse knowing what they'd missed.

If acquiring my burn had been a matter of a few hours, getting rid of the after effects took much longer. As seems to be the tradition, the first parts of me that shed dead skin were my nose and shoulders but that was just the opening. Every part of me was peeling and, wherever I went, a strange trail of what looked like torn up onion skin followed me. If you opened the door to the room in which I was sleeping, it roused what was on the floor into a sort of mini-tornado made from cast off me. Phil occasionally took a had held vacuum cleaner to see how much she could suck up and their children, inspired by an ad on television, took to having feather duster and yelling, "I'm swiftering you, I'm swiftering you!!"  The one good thing, and I hadn't known it at the time, was that my melanin hadn't been effected and a glorious tan  was emerging instead of a sort of pinto look. 

I was still occasionally shedding when it was time to go home. With my hair clippered almost off, my whole head was a wonderful tan, the sort people prize. Knowing what it had cost me,  I wasn't as enthusiastic. I was sorry to leave their family and all they'd done and kind of dreaded going back to mom, dad and frank and the spirit of her mother at all moments and places.

Dad and Frank met me and, they'd been told some, not all, about my tan, were taken aback by newly colored body. It looked great, they both said that it was just that it came as a real surprise; My aunt and uncle hadn't quite explained how things might be although based on a claim filed with dad's insurance from the hospital, he'd tweaked that something more serious than he'd been told had happened. I was just grateful to be home. As we drove along, the wind from an open window blew some more small bits of peeling and the car was filled with a smog-like substance of.....me.

Home had changed. I noticed the minute I walked in and in so many ways. Dad and Frank sort of hung back and did the adult thing of, "Uh, Andy, we, uh, that is to say, uh....some things you need to know." Well that was obvious. Frank, always the more forthcoming of the pair broached the first subject and that was one missing mom. 

"She went home to her mother......and she's gonna stay there. Your parents are going to get a divorce and, of course your father wants you to stay with him..." adding quickly..."that is if you want to. No pressure, you're an almost grown man, you can do what you want."
In a statement that was more accurate than they were prepared to hear, "Why would I go with her? She doesn't love me, never has. And as to living with or near or even in the same state as her mother, I'll be fucked before I do that." (Uncle Bob was a serial swearer and I'd picked it up from him, especially when I was in the early stages of the burn He encouraged me to say, well, lots of things...

While they contemplated what was in front of them I could find no reason to give them the whole show so I stripped to my skin. In places it was still peeling and, freed of clothing, a lot came off making it look as if I were standing in poorly raked leaves. 

Frank was the first to notice. "Jesus, even your cock and balls.....I've never seen that, never seen a man with a tanned cock now that I think of it." They followed me to the kitchen where I wetted a lot of paper towels and went all over me trying to get even more dead skin off without having it blow all over. They had followed me more stunned than I'd thought they might be. "Maybe we should call the Guiness book of world records, see if there's a category to tan cocks." 

"Want some coffee or something to eat?" This overlooked that there was no coffee made and if there was food it was put away waiting to become a meal or a snack.
"Actually, I'd like a shower and someone to take a soft brush and get my back and places I can't reach." Dad was still spellbound and so that left Frank. He was used to seeing me in the showers at the gym and he seemed to be covering better than my father.

I trotted up the stairs, still noticing things that were gone or rearranged; I wondered what they'd done to the bathroom. It's one thing to move a couch or a chair but another thing.......
"Holy shit." The white tile bathroom was all new. No tub, just a very large walk in shower equipped will six or eight nozzles and several dials.
"This was to celebrate your mothers departure. We threw the tub out an upstairs window to the lawn just as she left." I had to laugh, it was a scene straight from the movies that you think could never happen in real life but had.

Frank was striping his clothes. "I can't reach through a glass door and scrub you." That was just fine, I remembered being thoroughly washed by him at the gym and realized I'd missed it. Afraid to turn a nozzle, I waited for him to give me the quick course in what did what. I was glad I waited.

There seemed to be water coming at me from everywhere until Frank made some adjustments. He picked up a sponge, wetted it, put a lot of body wash for men on it and asked where I'd like to start. "Kind of like painting a room, start at the top so what falls down won't screw up the unpainted walls."

Before that, he poured some shampoo on my head and began to slowly massage it, trying to get whatever crust remained. It felt wonderful and I leaned back against his furry chest. He put an arm around me to prevent slippage and moved down to my neck.
"Did your father tell you I'm gay?" I nodded "No". "So you won't mind if I wash your whole body. I shuddered my answer. And so he began. By the time he had me on the bench in the shower doing my feet, I wanted to go no further in life. What could have felt better. 

He turned me so my back was against the wall, spread my legs and delicately took my cock and balls in his hand. "Bet you haven't been drained in a while. Want me to take care of that?" I must have had a stupid smile on my face that indicated, "You Bet" and so he began. Eventually he had to restrain me with one hand as I was thrashing about but did he know how to empty a ball sack and shoot it out the cock? Absobloominglutely. My crème was drooling down the clear glass opposite me.

"Nice going for your age, many men would envy that even if it's been held in the reservoir for a long time".
I don't know why I did it but.....I stretched out one of my long arms, grabbed his cock, brought it to me and started giving him a blow job. I'd never done it but some things you can figure out as you go. must have done alright as he, too, did the twist as I felt warm fluid gush into my mouth.

After a few moments he sat on the seat beside me, kissed me, took me in his arms and told me as long as I needed him, I was his boy and to come to him whatever. "I asked if I could scrub him". He laughed, said sure and hoped the hot water would hold out.. I got most of him done before there was a blast straight from Alaska that probably closed our pores but also encouraged to beat a speedy retreat from the once warm, comfortable hour.
"Damn, your dad and I need to put in one of those gadgets that guarantees hot water as long as you want it.

Before he grabbed some towels, he pulled me toward him, fluffed my hair, what there was of it, kissed me and thanked me for a wonderful shower. Thank Me? I was the one to do the thanking and tried but he just muffled my mouth with a towel as he began to dry me off.
Dad stuck his head in the door. "Everything alright?"
"Yeah but you better have a plumbers snake available. It doesn't look like much but given what I got off him, easy enough to may clog a drain."
"May be if we shaved him, make it come off easier, just use a dust buster...." I pointed out that had been tried to no good effect and, besides, burnt or tan, it hurt. The shaving idea did have merit and I said so.

"I, uh, guess that's a job for your father. Depending on how shaved you want to be, it can get personal."
"Dad, we just blew each other, I think that's pretty personal and I liked it. When your eyes go back in and your body stops trembling and, I'd guess your cock has become a worm accompanied by two raisenettes, I'll give you one too...."
Didn't see any reason to stop the thought train. "You're lovers and I'm sorta your son, both of you. What we do in this house is our own fucking business. You're sort of my two dads. That's how I want it and that's how It will be. Sure, I don't expect to sleep with you....all the time but now and then I'm going to push my way in and just sleep."

My father, to whom all of these was, if not new, than new that I now knew it. I can't say exactly but we almost lost him when I said I was going to go down on him.

Why not go all the way? "Who gets my cherry? Dad, I guess that would be you 'cuz you are my dad but, Frank, you're second in line, you get to kick the extra point."

"Damn, if he didn't faint." It took both of us to get him on his bed but first we stripped him. When he came to it was if he'd wakened from a dream that could not possibly have happened until he saw Frank and me, stark naked and just easily playing with each other. Felt good, too." 

I hopped up on the bed, took hold of his cock-which had miniaturized itself-and went to work getting it back to man size. Frank took his balls and in not too long, not only was he back to normal but there was hope of a stiffy. A good one at that.

It wasn't the best suck job ever but I was a lowly amateur. It had been easier with Frank as, though surprised, he took it as I meant it. My father was not prepared to have his son do anything as degrading like that and particularly to his own father. He blew but it wasn't much. "Dad, you're holding out on me." I smiled at him, reached up and gave him a very proper son to father kiss, then put my arms around him, told him I loved him and I thought the new arrangement was great. At least none of us would ever have to hear about "Mother" again. 

"Okay, now I'm starving and there was the mention of coffee and food earlier in the day. I'm guessing the two of you wouldn't pass up a beer or something stronger." Not bothering with clothes, I zipped down the stairs, started the coffee maker and began to graze in the fridge for something that could be converted if not into a specific meal, was edible and would taste good. I eyed the Bratwurst but thought that might be a bit too significant if you wanted to see it that way.

Dad showed up with a bathrobe for me as well as some athletic socks-the floor did get cold. He had something on his mind and I could see him trying to figure out how to say it. I made myself as available by not seeming concerned or ready to hang on his every word. Just a father and son in the kitchen figuring out something to eat.

"Andy, how long have you known about Frank and me?"
"It wasn't obvious but I could see the affection between the two of you and, of course, the way he treated me almost like his own child. It's great, that's what I think so you don't have to worry. I think I've showed I'm all for the program....."
"Are you gay?"
"Interesting question." I stopped what I was doing and looked at him. "Is loving your father and wanting to snuggle up to him being gay, then yeah, for my dad I'm gay. Is loving Frank as my best friend, doing sexual things with him, then, again, yeah, I'm gay. But when the buffed out UPS driver comes to the door or I'm on campus and there are good looking hunks in which I have no interest then, no, I'm not gay. With the two of you, we're three gay guys but my other life, my life away from here, I don't know."

It was a fair answer, an honest answer and he knew it. Whether it put his mind at ease as to horsing around with them and sucking their dicks, probably not but it had qualified and clarified how I felt on that day at that place; In my father's home with all the people he loved in it. Full Stop.

It seemed impossible but finally I quit shedding, no more trails of bits and pieces of dead skin following me about. I think we were all pleased about that but no one more than me. Next up was school and, as Frank had discovered, I was showing some real talent, the sort that one of the coaches from my school dropped by to scout before school officially opened. He suggested I drop by and have a talk with him, nothing special. just before school opened and it became a hail storm of kids, yelling, frantic teachers, the gym being used at virtually all times....It was easy enough to suggest to him that he stick around where we were and when I finished my drills, he and I and my Uncle Frank could have a talk.

Frank in his usual laid back way pretty much told the coach what he thought should happen. Nothing serious, just no quickly elevating me to varsity until I'd quite growing and had learned to live with my body and control it. What the coach thought I don't know but he went away with out any comments save the usual platitudes.

In the car driving home Frank said that he'd like to get me away from that cocksucker. He was the sort of coach who saw talent, pushed it too fast and then tried to make a deal with a school, preferably a major one and, just incidentally, get himself hired to continue coaching whoever his student had been. My only contribution was to add that I didn't like him either. "Good", said Frank, that settles that.

Dad was at some sort of function that evening which left just the two of us to do whatever we liked. Dinner was courtesy an arm coming out a window but was eaten at home. Ever since the "incident" in Florida I was loathe go out and "get some sun"-,my feeling being I'd had my maximum daily requirement for the next foreseeable future. As ever Frank found some minor projects around the house and I laid down in my room to an evening of mindless television. 

Frank showed up with a slightly supercilious grin. "You never got shaved, did you?"
I hadn't but that didn't mean anything. I could see what Frank had in mind and was more than happy to go along, He was great with a straight razor and the shower was the perfect place. 

Three hours later, with the exception of a very close burr cut, my eyebrows and lashes, all my hair had gone down the drain. He must have got off on doing it-so did I-that he was on top of me, using his mouth as a suction hose and his fingers as prods to assorted parts of my body. I moaned, reached out and twisted his nipple which spurred him on to greater intake. I shot in him and he shot on the floor. A couple of blasts of water and everyone was all cleaned up. His only comment was that we should surprise my dad. I had no reason to believe we wouldn't.

The next morning I appeared while the two men were having coffee and trying to decide which task was worthiest of wasting a Saturday. To get the full appearance of the deed done, I wore nothing. Dad choked in his coffee while Frank calmly added some creamer and gave no suggestion that anything was new or different.

Dad turned to Frank. "This is your handiwork isn't it. And I'm guessing it was your idea." I decided to shoulder some of the blame and pointed out that I liked it and intended to keep it that way. The rest of breakfast was silent save for when I dribbled some hot coffee on my crotch and yelped. "Serves you right", was dad's conversational offering. 

In the back of my mind I had an idea only trouble was it required both of them to be out of the house for several hours, something that never happened. 

Another surprise, this time for me, was an invitation to attend St. Brendans Catholic, all male, high school. Their basketball team was thought to be one of the two or three best in the state and the only question was....why was I invited? It was known to be expensive-dad could afford it but I didn't want him to have to pay for all of it. The next surprised was that I was to receive a scholarship for half my tuition and costs. Deciding how this may have come about I found Frank.

"Know anybody at St. Brendans?"
"Yep" and then was silent. Not a face off but I wanted more information than he was willing to give.
"How well do you know someone there?" He reached up and gave my head a Dutch rub. Smiled a secretive sort of leer then returned to his paper and coffee.
I didn't move and stared at him. "Again, how WELL do you someone there?"
"Well enough and that's the end of this conversation. Coffee? Just made a fresh pot. There's some Irish Crème stuff to dump in it."

The moment I'd hoped for came unexpectedly. An old friend of my two men died and they went to the funeral which necessitated an overnight stay. In spite of the sadness of the occasion, I hoped they would enjoy a night to themselves in a strange bed and, maybe, could do strange things in it. Whatever.

It didn't take as long as I had thought but I'd definitely needed them to be gone for as long as they were. Clean up was a bit harder as chunks and pits of my job site were everywhere. Also, under my bed I'd kept another surprise and those took a time to fit. 

When the men returned I was in my room but zipped downstairs to meet and console them. Dad said, "I've got to piss like a monster. Your other dad wasn't into stopping unless absolutely necessary and he didn't think my exploding bladder was a necessity. He was up the stairs while I hugged Frank.

It didn't take long.

ANDY!!, Frank, get up here, NOW."
Frank looked at me and I just shrugged as we headed upstairs.
Dad was standing in the bathroom, his dick out staring at the wall. "What are those?"
"Glory holes, one apiece and, if they're's no one around, I produced the fuck buddies" and explained how they could be attached to the other side of the wall.
I demonstrated by fishing out my limp cock and sticking it through the tallest of the holes-the other two were somewhat lower to accommodate Frank and my dad.
Frank had slipped around into the bed room and surprised me my putting his lips around my schlong which responded immediately. When he got bored, he slipped the fuck buddy over me and came back around. The two of them stood there until I shot and withdrew.

"Where'd you learn that stunt?"
"Books." but I could tell he was amused. "Lets say I stuck my meat, since it's out, in one of the other holes, what might happen?"
"Never know until you try." I said backing toward the door and then around into the next room. 

"Damn, this thing does work. Frank, there's a spot for you too."

It was a happy moment. The two men I loved best and now I could service them, at least one at a time. It was suck one, jerk two and reverse. We were there a long time.. Seems everybody wanted a second shot.