CLOSETS CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The following is a work of gay erotic fiction. It does contain description of graphic scenes of sexual acts between adult males. If that offends you, if you are a minor in your jurisdiction, or if it is illegal to read or possess such material where you are, then stop right now.
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GETTING ON WITH LIFE
Bryce and I bade farewell to Peter and Dalton with tearful hugs. Clearly, we had some more digesting to do with the new information they had given us. We were strong in our resolve not to let any of this revelation hamper our relationship. In a way, I think that the bond between Dalton and his father and grandfather were actually strengthened.
It was still early, but we were emotionally drained, and tired, not having slept much the previous night, and we went up to bed as soon as we cleared up the dinner things. Neither of us needed sex that night. What we needed was to lie securely in one another's arms, resting in the assurance that the sorrows of past generations need not befall us.
We awoke early, feeling cheerful and optimistic. Just awakening with the naked body of the most beautiful man on earth lying next to me was enough to give me a bright outlook on the future.
We slipped into shorts and drove the short distance to the club, where we spent an hour and a quarter working out, using the resistance equipment and training machines this time. We ran into Calvin and Lonnie, also working out. They had spent the night there. After a shave and shower, the four of us headed back to the house for a breakfast of oatmeal and strawberries. It was time to get serious again about a healthy routine! Having someone to exercise with and to support a sensible diet did wonders for my resolve. And then we had our blood-test appointment.
You can't screw around like we had, even using precautions, and then take an HIV test without any concerns. The wait for the results was a bit tense, though we all tried to feign confidence. But when all the tests came back negative, we had four relieved faces with big happy grins. We split into pairs for separate errands.
My to-do list for the day was a long one, and Bryce cheerfully pitched in to help. On his recommendation, I called a decorator named Mitch, who had an interiors store on the other side of the club block, and arranged for him to come by early in the afternoon and look at the house, beginning with our bedroom.
We then went car-shopping. I had given up on my idea to buy a Mercedes convertible. Now, I felt like something more sensible. Two hours later, we drove home in my new, red Toyota Land Cruiser-well, O. K., not THAT sensible. On the second day of my relationship, I was practically a soccer-dad already.
By lunch time, Calvin and Lonnie showed up, not in his big blue taxi, but in a Honda CRV. He had turned in the unprofitable taxi, and laid down a good chunk of his inheritance on the new ride. They had loaded up all their belongings (not all that much stuff, really), and they spent a couple of hours getting settled into their part of the house. I gave them the bedroom across the hall to re-fit as a private sitting room if they wanted.
I had thawed some soup left by the church ladies and tossed a salad for our lunch, and we all ate together for the first time. Lonnie and Calvin had business propositions they wanted to discuss. First, Calvin wanted to keep his job as yard and pool guy through the summer, because he was going to need some spending money. Lonnie asked if he could take on the housekeeping duties in Ruth's place, just until classes started. I had no objection, since having those two working around the place in the buff all summer would be no hardship on my eyes. We came to terms quickly. By summer's end, by contacts through the club, we should be able to find someone suitable who would not object to working around four naked young men-hopefully naked himself.
They had even more in mind, however. Lonnie could finish his business degree in only one more semester. He had decided to work on his realtor's license also, while he completed the degree, and he announced that he intended to work for me when he graduated. With his looks and gift of gab, I realized right away that he would be a real asset to the business. I told him I would be glad to have him on board. He looked relieved. Having spent more money than he had ever possessed all at once on his new car, he was glad to have some income lined up for the not-so-distant future.
Calvin had reached the conclusion that he was destined to be a CPA. He still had two years of school, but he would be needing a good position, too, when he finished. There weren't all that many in little Hebron. I could hear that train a-comin'! I assured him that there would be a place for his talents, too, in the family enterprises. Bryce said that he would be able to use a good accountant by that time, too.
They decided to clock in right away on their staff duties, because the house had begun to look a bit disorderly already, and the pool did need tending. I tore my eyes away from Lonnie's bare ass as he pushed a vacuum cleaner across the hallway carpet when the doorbell rang to announce Mitch's arrival.
I recognized Mitch as one of the guys in the bar on my first night in town. He was the nice-looking, more effeminate guy who had played a round of strip pool before Bryce and me. Seeing that everyone in the house was naked, without comment, he just stripped and laid his clothes across a bench in the foyer. Though I hadn't planned to change anything in the downstairs, I gave him a tour of the house, and he had some great ideas for gradually making the place over into my own home, a more up-to-date and masculine one, without a great deal of cost or trouble. He gesticulated dramatically and excitedly at the prospect of getting his hands on J. P.'s home.
The bedroom was another matter. I wanted something done there right away. Bryce and I decided on a much simpler, more contemporary style for our room. Since there was plenty of room in there, we ordered a king-size bed, big enough for all four of us to play on it at once. Mitch was sketching and brainstorming away in moments. So things were looking good for the home team, in my view.
When Mitch left, Bryce and I adjourned to our suite for some serious work. All of Grand-daddy's belongings had to be removed, and I did not want to do that by myself. I didn't think it right to ask Lonnie to help, either. Bryce, ever the good sport, gamely volunteered.
"After all," he said solemnly, "he was my grandfather, too."
The Land Cruiser got its first full load of trash bags stuffed with cast-offs, and the Salvation Army got enough men's clothing to dress the county. By the end of the afternoon, the room was mine. On his next trip, it would become Bryce's also, as he transported items of his own over from his condo.
Bryce wanted to take the four of us out to dinner at Hebron's lone, decent restaurant, Salvatore's. We hit the shower together, and I got my hair washed by kneeling to blow Bryce's horn while he massaged my head with shampoo and conditioner.
I had to break my ban on garlic consumption at Salvatore's. The guys would just have to tolerate garlicky cum pumping out of my dick for a few days. It was a pleasant evening out, the first we'd all had together as engaged couples. We saw a lot of people we knew, and they looked at us with knowing smiles. It must have been pretty clear that some major changes had taken place in our living arrangements. I had a feeling it would not be necessary for anyone to send out change of address notices around here.
This time, it was Bryce and Lonnie who over-indulged a bit on the Chianti. I was driving, and I behaved myself. It felt good to me to cross the parking lot, arm slung across the back of my lover to guide and partially support his big, muscular form, toward my new SUV, ample for the four of us. In the back seat, Lonnie's face was in Calvin's lap before we left the parking lot. Bryce's was in mine by the time we rounded the first corner.
As I wheeled into the driveway, I was ejaculating forcefully into Bryce's throat, and the garage door barely got high enough for the vehicle to slip under it. Calvin gave a gasp, but Bryce and Lonnie's faces were buried in pubes, and they didn't even notice my slightly-off timing.
I didn't pull my pants up, but slipped them off, and tossed them into the laundry room as I passed. Bryce grabbed me and lisped drunkenly into my ear, "Feel like a foursome, Sex-monkey?"
"Long as you're one of the four, sperm-breath."
He turned to the others. "Y'all want to join us?"
They leered back at him. "That was our plan," said Calvin.
Our new housekeeper would have his work cut out for him picking up shoes and laundry strewn around the house. We were all naked before we got to the top of the stairs. We dived into our soon-to-be-replaced queen-size bed, but stacked as we were, space was not much of a problem. The two drunks, Lonnie and Bryce, flung themselves on first, and Calvin leaped on Lonnie and I on Bryce. Calvin was closer to the condoms, and he passed a handful over to my side. After a few minutes of passionate kissing, the two bottoms had their feet raised and knees back, and Calvin and I were engaged in a lusty demonstration of tandem fucking. We weren't consciously racing, but we came within a few seconds of one another in a series of grunting, mattress-shaking thrusts.
Then, we switched. I sat on Lonnie's big firm dick, and Calvin sat on Bryce's.
"I've been wanting this mutha-fucker's cock up my ass for a lo-o-ng time," Calvin gloated.
"You mean you two have never fucked?"
"Only oral. We both claimed to be tops," he laughed. "But you two stud dogs have got us both holding our ankles lately! And I've found out I like it!"
"Me, too!" said Bryce.
Calvin and I flexed our hips atop our respective rides, while they squirmed and writhed beneath us. After a while, I held my position while Lonnie thrust into me from beneath. Soon his eyes closed and his head fell back, and he filled the rubber in my butt with little swimmers. Bryce was smiling contentedly as Calvin flexed above him.
"Give it to me, baby, don't hold back now. Shoot it in me!"
With a couple of deep upward thrusts, Bryce's expression shifted to bliss as he also unloaded a stream of man-goo into his partner. Just watching him, and having Lonnie's hard cock still pressing against my prostate, had its effect on me. I let fly with a half dozen jets of jism across Lonnie's chest and abdomen. The first one dangled from his chin until I leaned forward and licked it off. Calvin and I clambered down to step into the john to take a whiz together in the porcelain bowl, and when we returned, our lovers were both sound asleep. We'd have had more room together in the other bed, but I wanted to wake up next to my man. We climbed in and cuddled up to their backsides, and soon we joined them in slumber.