This is a revised and extended version of my third story. It is about a lonely old man and how he met a partner and his two sons. If you're looking for wank material, this is not it.
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A New Home
To keep myself fit I walk several miles a day. Every spring and autumn I walk to the summit of Mount Victoria, which is an extinct volcano on the side of a small island. The mountain is only eight hundred feet and has a road almost to the summit and a track that is shorter and steeper. The surface is rough volcanic rock and there is no top soil but the mountain is covered with struggling trees. The track is well made with seats at intervals as it is hard to find anywhere else to sit and rest. It is a pleasant not too strenuous climb with a good view of the city from the summit.
I was hesitant about going again as last spring I found the walk disturbing. The weather was ideal and I did not find the climb arduous but there were two young men, in their late twenties, walking at the same pace as me. We kept passing and re-passing each other. One of the guys I could only describe as hot. I don't know if they were gay or not but I thought of them as a gay couple. We never spoke. I doubt he even saw me. More and more I am finding young men do not see old men like me. A intense loneliness and sadness came over me and I vowed that I would not go again unless I could find a companion.
I couldn't find a companion for the walk, but this autumn I decided that I would again dare to venture the walk alone. It was unlikely the same thing could happening again. I caught the bus to the ferry terminal, brought my ticket, and joined the disorganised queues. I scanned the crowd for any familiar faces, or any gay couples that would likely leave me longing for a relationship of my own. I spotted three guys who were obviously related. The youngest was just a gangly kid of about thirteen, the next was a good-looking boy of about fifteen. Both were dressed in the usual baggy clothing. The eldest could have dropped out of a wet dream. Dark hair, light build without looking thin and dressed in a tight shirt and tight denim shorts propped out in just the right places. I guessed he was ten years older than his brothers.
I moved so I could better see the elder brother as he talked to the youngest boy. Nobody would notice. My underpants felt tight and I looked down and I was displaying a very conspicuous tent. I quickly took my pack off and held it in front of me and looked around to see who may have seen. The middle brother was standing only six feet away, fiddling with his camera. The lens was pointing straight at me. He had the most mischievous infectious grin and he patted the front of his shorts. I could not help myself, I grinned back at him and hurriedly moved away and sat down.
When I had to stand, I still had the same problem. My boner was stuck in my underpants. I held my pack in front of me and adjusted my package. I looked around and there was the boy again looking at me. He looked towards his elder brother and then at me and grinned, with his irresistible smile.
I sometimes like boys that age, jail bait I call them, I could like this grinning boy. However, whatever he was thinking he wanted, he was not going to get it from me.
I took care to be well behind the three brothers in the queue and I found a seat on the ferry where the brothers were not in sight. When the ferry docked on the island, I made sure I was one of the first off and quickly walked down the wharf and sat in the back of a shelter until I saw the brothers walk past. I waited another ten minutes before I started out. I changed my plans and took the long easier rout as it was unlikely young guys would take this way. I plodded steadily up the road by myself. It is easier not to be lonely when you are alone. Funny how I always feel lonelier in a crowd.
I rounded a corner where I had a view of a long loop in the road. The three brothers were ahead of me and making slow progress around the bend. I should be able to get ahead of them and as their progress was slow I will not see them again. If only the older brother had been alone, I could have arranged so we had to walk together. That bad luck has plagued me all my life.
I knew of a short cut and took an unmarked track to an old badly maintained staircase. I jogged up the stairs, pushing myself a little harder than usual. I was short of breath but also well ahead of them and continued slowly up the road.
Suddenly, I heard running steps behind me. "Hello, how did you get ahead of us?" the jail bait asked.
"There is an old staircase that cuts that loop off the road and I jogged up."
The jail bait walked beside me and searching for something to say I asked, "Where do you live?"
"Dad lives in a small apartment in Greens Bay, but we live with Mum."
"Where do you live?"
"I live in Sandy Bay."
"I have seen you walking on the beach. My boyfriend lives in Sandy Bay. Where in Sandy Bay do you live?" the jail bait asked.
"Do you know the house on the corner with the steep roof and solar panels."
"That's close to my boyfriend's home. That's a big house. Four bedrooms? Do you live there alone?"
"Yes, by myself."
The jail bait fell silent and appeared deep in thought. I stopped and said, "You should wait for your brothers to catch up."
"He is not my brother. They are my father and my younger brother. He is thirty-six. Do you think he looks hot for thirty-six?"
"I don't know what you mean. You have said too much. Go back to your father! Don't follow me!" and I walked briskly on up the road.
I glanced back and he was following thirty feet behind. We walked a little further to where there was an old seat. I had pushed my self a bit too hard and I knew I had to have a rest. It is not easy to find somewhere to sit as the volcanic rock is sharp and unpleasant to sit on. I had to sit down on this seat, I did not know when there would be another. The jail bait caught up and hesitantly looked at me and the seat. I nodded and he sat down at the very end.
"Sorry, I know it was wrong to say that, but I saw your problem back at the wharf when you were looking at dad. I have that happen sometimes too."
"You must not say things like that to strange old men. Things could happen to you that you won't like."
"I know you are not that sort of creepy old man."
We sat in silence for a few minutes.
"My boyfriend knows you, he said that he always likes to says Hi to you because you always look happier when you see him."
"Yes, I know who he is."
"He's a nice boy, isn't he?"
"Yes." Have I sunk so low that a boy can see I am a lonely old man and take pity on me and tries to make me a little happier just by saying Hi. I looked down and could not stop a tear running down my face.
The jail bait slid along the seat, put his arm around my shoulders gave a squeeze and whispered, "I could make you happy in the dark, but wait until I am sixteen," and slid back along the seat.
I tried to scowl at him but his kindness and understanding made me smile and say, "You are a kind boy, thank you, but I did not hear that."
"Do you like dad now you know he is thirty-six?"
"Yes."
"I think dad might be Bi. I have seen him looking at young men that way sometimes."
"But I am old."
"You are still good-looking. I have an idea. It should make you happy and it will make me and my brother happy. We only have to make dad happy too. You talk to dad today and see if you like him, not only how he looks. I will find out if dad likes you and I will come and see you next week."
"It is not right for you to come to my house."
"No, I don't mean anything like that," and the jail bait gave me one of his beautiful grins. "By the way I am Paul, my brother is Bruce, and my father is Andy and I think you are Colin, aren't you?"
"Yes."
Andy and Bruce caught up and we all sat on the seat. We had a bite to eat and a drink. Bruce was slow because his new shoes were too big and rubbing. I dug around in my pack and found a pair of socks. With two socks on each foot his problem was almost fixed. We walked the rest of the way as a group. At the summit Paul took photos of us and the view and we had lunch.
We had all brought sandwiches but I was in a quandary I had two cans of cold lemonade, I had frozen the night before and wrapped in a towel with a bar of chocolate. I could not drink cold lemonade while these boys only had warm water so I swapped my lemonade for a bottle of warm water and gave the lemonade to Paul and Bruce, and shared the chocolate around.
The day was the most enjoyable climb of Mount Victoria I have ever had. The chatter from Paul and Bruce, and talking with Andy made the walk very enjoyable. As if I was part of their family. Much better when you belong.
On the return ferry ride, Paul whispered privately to me, "Do you like dad?"
"Yes."
"What about Bruce?"
"Yes."
"And me?"
"A very big yes."
"I will send a message. Monday after school look in your letter box."
On Monday, I was watching. The boy I knew from down the road dropped a letter into the letter box. I opened the letter. It just said, "We will come and see you after school Tuesday. Do not worry, no fun stuff. Dad likes you. We like you." In the envelope were three photos. A photo of my problem at the ferry terminal, a photo of his father taken at the summit who was in the same predicament, and a photo of Paul, Bruce, Andy and me.
I brought some boy food for Tuesday; chocolate biscuits and lemonade, and waited for their visit. I had given up when the doorbell rang. In rushed Paul and Bruce, "Sorry we are late, can we see your house?" Before I said yes, they were running around and looked into each bedroom, the bathroom, the lounge, the family room and kitchen. "Nice big house. We must be home to have a shower and cook dinner before mum and her boyfriend get home. I will phone you tonight, I gave Paul my phone number. "Thank you, see you later." Then they were gone. I had not even shut the front door.
That evening Paul phoned me and told me how he disliked his mother's boyfriend, and the boyfriend hated him and how they lived. Then Bruce told me the same. Paul said they wanted to live with Andy but his father's apartment was very small and my big house was wasted and how they would like to live in my house. He insisted that I take Andy out to dinner on Thursday night and explain everything to him and I must tell him everything. Then I must text him before ten and tell him exactly Andy's reaction.
I arrange to meet Andy at a restaurant on Thursday evening. As he was driving almost past my house he suggested that he pick me up. I said no.
"I am intrigued, why the separate cars?"
"That is in case you run away screaming. Last night I had a long talk to both Paul and Bruce."
"I expected something more, let's say personal."
"I will come to that."
"Do you know both your sons are very unhappy where they are living."
"No, they only said that they disliked my ex-wife's boyfriend."
"The problem is the boyfriend. He hates them. He thinks that they are only servants. After school, they have to have a shower and cook dinner and when the boyfriend comes home stay out of sight in their bedroom. They can't watch TV, eat in the kitchen, or have a shower before bed. He expects them to have a decent meal ready for them as soon as they come home from work and then disappear. On pay day, every Thursday, their mother and her boyfriend comes home late and he is often drunk and they are scared of him."
"I don't know how but they could live with me. We would make it work"
"They want to live with you, but realise your apartment is too small. Now this is when you might want to run away. Paul knows a boy who lives close to me. On Tuesday, your boys came to inspect my house. I have a large four bedroom home. I live by myself. They liked the idea of separate bedrooms and all the space. They want me to ask you and your sons to live with me."
"Do you want two noisy boys and their father."
"Yes, I like the idea."
"Now this is when you may run away screaming. I like you. I like you more than a friend."
"Oh, as in a gay friend."
"Yes." Fred quietly said.
"I did notice you having problems in your pants the other day.... I won't say no but I can't say yes either."
"Both your sons know how I feel."
"How! You told them before you talked with me!"
"No Paul saw the problem in my pants. He even took a photo."
"He talked about it!"
"Yes. He could not stop grinning. Now this is when you will run away screaming and hide in a cave in the hills. I only tell you this because I think Paul is desperate to get out of that house. He said in four months time, when he turns sixteen, I quote, `He could make me happy in the dark.' End of quote."
"That should made me run away screaming. Would he do that to live in your house? Do you like Paul?"
"I think he might, but only if it would give him somewhere better to live. Yes I do like him, but not in that way. It is you I want."
"I can not afford to rent a house like you have. How much rent will you charge?" Andy said.
"No rent. Only expenses, electricity and gas. I will be paying everything else anyway."
"I can afford to pay some rent, I can rent out my apartment and I will not have to pay my ex anything when the boys live with me. But this is too much to think about."
"Paul wants to know before ten tonight."
"Why?"
"I don't know. Can I text him maybe yes or no?"
"Okay, but I will not make a decision as important as this without having a long talk with my boys and the gay stuff we will just have to wait and see. Does the offer stand if there is no sex?"
"Yes. Definitely."
"Text him, maybe yes."
"He will be pleased you did not run away screaming."
I sent the text and received one back, "Good wait for call about midnight."
At half past eleven the phone rang. It was Andy, "Paul told me to phone you. I have my boys with me. The boyfriend gave Paul a black eye because the dinner was burnt black and stone cold. Can we come and see you Saturday morning?"
On Friday night I phoned Andy and suggested that he pack for a weeks stay with me and see if they all like my home. Andy arrive with his car packed with their clothing and a huge pile of groceries. We sorted out the bedrooms, Andy would take the main bedroom, my parents room, Paul the back bedroom that had access to a deck outside and Bruce the front room. I would stay in the room I had used since I was a boy.
After lunch Paul asked, "Colin, Can I ask my friend that lives down the road to come. His name is Fred, I call him Freddy."
"Of course that is okay. You do not need to ask, I hope this will be your home."
Paul called Fred and within two minute he was at the door. Paul opened the front door and Fred came shyly into the living room. "This is my father and you know Colin."
"Good afternoon Colin," Fred said shyly.
"Hello Fred, we meet at last."
Paul asked, "Is it okay for us to go to my room."
"Of course that is okay."
"This is a miracle, we are living only two hundred yards apart. Tell me the truth Paul, how did you get Creepy Colin to let you live in his house. I was only joking when I said to let him give you a blow job and blackmail him into letting us use a bedroom."
"Freddy, please don't call Colin that. He was lonely. He is a nice old man."
"You just grin. What did you do. If you are blackmailing him you are in deep shit."
"No blackmail, but I did take an interesting photo," Paul said.
"What then, I know, you give a hot blow job but the devil himself couldn't give one hot enough for this."
"Stop grinning, Paul. Please don't tell me you let Creepy Colin fuck you. You said you would keep that specially for me."
Paul said, "Freddy. I told you not to call Colin that. He is not into boys, it's men dad's age that really turn him on. We met by chance climbing Mount Victoria. When Colin saw dad he just couldn't keep it down."
"I know he was thinking that I wanted to do stuff with him and it scared him but I also knew that he liked me. I saw when Dad and Colin had to sit close together they let their legs touch and when they stood up they were both hard. It was so easy, I just told Colin how unhappy I was living with mum. I told Colin to take dad out to dinner and tell him everything, and then I only had to bait mum's boyfriend. The next thing we are living here."
Tomorrow, Friday is decision day. I will definitely say yes. It does seem unlikely that Andy will invite me into the main bedroom. Even when Paul hinted that it was my house and it was unfair I had the smallest bedroom he did not say anything. That does not matter, I have always had to be satisfied with my own hand and now Paul does give me something new to think about.
I was just getting into bed when there was a quiet knock on the door, the door was pushed slowly open and Paul came in wearing only tight black jeans. "No Paul this is not right."
"I only want to talk, no fun stuff," Paul whispered.
"Okay, shut the door and talk quietly. How can I help."
"You have not made dad happy yet. You must tell dad how hot you think he is."
"I can't, He has to make the first move."
"You are hopeless. It is no wonder you are alone."
"I don't want to scare him away. I would rather have you all stay with me," I said.
"I am worried, if dad is scared to do gay stuff with you, what will dad say when I tell him about Freddy."
"Am I right, you are a couple."
"Yes. Dad will notice and guess too, or Bruce will tell him. We have been together for almost two years now. I love him, I don't want to ever live without him. Don't tell Freddy, but I have had a few quickies and it is not the same. I only want Freddy and I want to stay here. I am scared if dad knew he will say no to living here," and a tears ran down Paul's face.
I moved and put an arm around Paul's shoulders, "I think your father might understand."
"Can you be sure. If only you two could get it off, he could not say anything. This week has been better than my best wet dream. I don't want it to ever end."
"Tomorrow I could ask Andy, but I know he will just say 'to wait and see', or worse he may say no and go back to his apartment."
"He does like it here."
"I don't know how I can help but I will do my very best to keep you all in my house."
"You have to help. If you and dad were having it off he could not stop us. Until I came here, I never knew how much fun it is to shower together."
"Just wait, it will be okay."
"I do have an idea it just might work. You said that the house needs a good clean and on Saturday morning make sure you and dad clean the bathroom, and you must buy some cloudy ammonia it will make it easier, mum used it," and Paul gave me one of his mischievous and infectious grins and sneaked back to his bedroom.
I drifted off to sleep puzzling over why Paul wanted ammonia. Ammonia fumes in a small room or in the shower. How is it possible to make anything sexy with that. I doubt there is anything more likely to kill any sex.
The vote was a unqualified yes. We will have a busy day. On Saturday morning we will do an overdue spring cleaning and move the beds around. Andy wants his own double bed in his room and I suggested we put the old double bed in Paul's room. Paul nervously and reluctantly agreed but when his father could not see he squeezed my leg and whispered, "Thank you."
After breakfast, Saturday morning we started the cleaning. "Paul you can wash the tile floors, Andy and I will do the bathroom."
"Put cloudy ammonia in the water, it will make it easier to clean the tiles. It is nasty stuff it will really burn if you get any on your skin. Just put a little in the water," and Paul handed a bottle to Andy.
Andy tried to open the child proof lid but he could not get the lid off. I held the bottle and Andy used both hands to force the lid to turn. The lid turned, the bottle exploded spraying Andy and me with it's contents.
Paul rushed us into the bathroom, and pushed us into the shower and adjusted the water. I've never taken a shower with another person, or fully dressed before. We struggled to help each other out of our wet clothing and get rid of the stink of ammonia.
Andy said, "This is a new strange experience."
This was the first time life had been kind to me, and given me a chance like this and it may be what Paul wanted too. Andy had been covered with the worst of the ammonia. I grabbed the soap and starting washing at his shoulders and worked my way down his chest, paying particular attention to the sensitive skin of his nipples.
I stopped when I reached his waist. He looked at me and said, "Don't stop, I'm enjoying this." I moved my hands lower and grasped his beautiful, and very hard cock. I gently cupped his balls with one hand and began washing and stroking his manhood with the other. I held our boners together and stroked up and down. Andy took the soap from me and turned me around. He stood behind me pressing against my back. He gently caressed my chest and moved his hand down. He put his boner between my legs. I could feel him hot, throbbing and tickling the back of my balls. I was aching for release. He cupped my balls in one soapy hand and gently wrapped a hand around me and began stroking me and thrusting between my legs. I pressed my legs together and held him tight. I couldn't hold back and within five strokes, I had come. Andy held my softening boner and kept thrusting in and out his breathing became gasps of pleasure, with each thrust more desperate. He exploded, his body shaking convulsively with the orgasm.
"That was hot," he whispered in my ear.
We grabbed towels and staggered into the bedroom and lay on Andy's unmade bed. We were hard again. We lay there and slowly stroked and played with each other. We came again and drifted off to sleep in post orgasmic bliss.
"Come on wake up, it's almost mid day," Paul called and handed us mugs of coffee. Paul and Freddy stood at the foot of the bed with an arm around each-other's shoulders and Paul looked straight at his father and said, "Dad. We are gay and a couple. We love each other."
"Oh, I don't know what to say, err, ...congratulation."
"Stop grinning. Tell me the truth Paul what did you put in that bottle."
Paul grinned at me, "Only white vinegar and baking soda, Freddy knew how to cut the lid and use some glue so that the top would blow off when you tried to open it."
"But I could smell ammonia."
"Freddy was waiting in the bathroom to tip the ammonia into the shower as soon as he heard the bottle blow up. Then the vinegar took away the ammonia smell."
"You told Fred all about Andy and me?"
"Yes we don't have any secrets. It was his idea. He called it a sex bomb and we know how much fun it is to have a shower together."
"It worked."
"With my help, you did not find it hard to seduce dad, did you?" Paul said with a grin.
I know Colin was determined not to give me what he thought I wanted, he thought it was sex, but he gave me more than I wanted, a nice big and happy home close to the beach, my boyfriend almost next door and he is nicer than a second father.
Colin has what he so desperately wanted, for the first time in his life he has a partner and also two boys to look after. He is no longer alone.
END.