Hey Guv 5
The next morning, Monty was making breakfast when Gavin and Gregg wandered out to forage for food.
"What's for breakfast?" Gavin asked.
"I'm making Bucky and myself Denver omelets. The peeping toms get dry toast and tea."
"Oh come on," Gregg said. "That's not fair."
"Who said I have to be fair?" Monty said.
""First, you introduce us to that hot Teddy Bear, then you keep him all to yourself..."
"Then what?" Bucky said as he walked into the room stretching.
Greg and Gavin both ran to Bucky and gave his a hug.
"Daddy Bucky," Gavin said, "Daddy Monty is being mean."
"Well, you're just lucky that you're on a bread and water diet. If it was up to me, you'd both be spending some quality time bent over my knee."
"Could we, please," Gregg said.
"Yes," Gavin said, "We promise to be naught."
Bucky and Monty both laughed. Then Monty said, "Okay, okay. You two are the most sex crazed rascals I have ever met. We need some more wood for the fire. Each of you go grab an armload of firewood and I'll make some more omelets."
"Thank you Daddy Monty," the boys said, as they slipped not their coats and boots, but remained otherwise naked, and ran to the grab some wood. When the two cam back with their load of wood Bucky opened the door, and as each ran past him, he gave their bare asses a smack.
When they sat down to eat, Bucky said he needed to check on the roads and a couple of cabins. He also wanted to make sure the heat was still on at his place. The heater in his studio was giving him trouble and he didn't want his art supplies to freeze. Gregg and Gavin offered to go along, and Bucky was glad to have them. Monty decided to make a pot of chili and work on a story he needed to finish up and submit.
Bucky and the boys were gone about four hours, and Monty was beginning to get concerned when he heard Bucky's snowmobile pulling up. Monty looked outside, and saw that Gregg was on the snowmobile with Bucky, and Gavin was in a sled tied to the back of the machine. All three had red cheeks and noses, and were laughing.
When they came stomping into the cabin, Monty said, "I was beginning to get concerned."
"Well, that was quite a snow we got last night," Bucky said. "We might be snowed in for a few days."
"Yeah," Monty said, "I've been listening to the radio, and Denver seems to have gotten hit pretty hard also. They had to shutdown the airport for several hours."
"Well, the best part of being snowed in is that it gives us an excuse not to do anything," Bucky said.
"Why don't you guys go grab showers, and warm up," Monty said. "Then we can eat some chili and decide on what we want to do to pass the time."
That afternoon Bucky, said, "I brought a puzzle."
"Okay, grandpa," Gavin said sarcastically.
"Oh come on. I think we will have some fun," Bucky said and dumped the puzzle onto the table. "It's only 300 pieces."
"Seriously, a 300 piece puzzle?" Gregg chimed in, "You'd better have brought plenty of that mead."
As they started putting the puzzle together, Gregg looked at the picture on the box several times and then at the puzzle. Finally, he said, "This box and puzzle don't go together."
"Oh," Bucky said, "that's odd."
"A few minutes later Gregg looked over at the part of the puzzle Monty was putting together and said, "Wait a minute! That's a penis!"
Gavin quickly came around the table so he could see and then said, "Fuck, you're right. What kind of puzzle is this?"
Bucky and Monty both shrugged, but suddenly the boys were much more interested in the puzzle. As they continued to put the puzzle together, the boys seemed to be getting more and more interested and confused. Finally, Gregg yelled, "Fuck Bucky, this is you."
Bucky smiled.
"There are puzzles of you naked!?" Gavin asked.
"No, there is only one puzzle of me naked," Bucky said, "and I own it. I and a friend have a custom puzzle making company. Mostly we do art or promotional work, but we do occasionally have requests for something a bit less family friendly. I made this puzzle of myself just for the hell of it, and I thought this might be an opportunity to actually put it together. I figured it would be less of a problem if one of my nieces or nephews went snooping if the picture on the box was a bowl of fruit."
The boys laughed as they noticed the picture on the box was a bowl of peaches, bananas, and kumquats.
After the puzzle was together, Bucky broke out another bottle of mead.
Gregg took a drink, and said, "Mead, puzzles, art, and ranching, do you have any other business projects?"
"None at the moment, but I and a friend have purchased an old mining ghost town."
"You're going to mine for gold?" Gregg asked.
"Not really. There is gold in some of the streams, but not enough for a mining operation. We are planning to fix it up into a men's only resort. We are calling the place `Gold Diggers'."
"Oh, that sounds like the kind of place where hot young men can find their sugar daddies," Gavin said.
"Maybe," Bucky said. "Do you know any hot young men."
"That depends on whether you know any sugar daddies," Gavin said with a wicked smile.
"Cut it out you two," Monty said. "Why does every conversation seem to end up with talk about daddies."
"That's because, so far, the daddies are all talk," Gregg said.
Monty laughed and said, "The boy is getting a bit sassy."
"Yeah," Bucky said, "It might be time someone teaches him to respect his elders."
As usually Bucky was naked, and Gregg could see that his cock was beginning to plump and decided it was time to make his move. He walked over to Bucky grabbed his cock and gave him a super sexy kiss. That was all it took and Buck's cock was hard as a pick axe handle.
Monty smiled and nodded toward the downstairs bedroom.
"Come on boy," Bucky said, "You and daddy need some quality father/son time." Gregg smiled as Bucky took his hand and led him to the bedroom. Then Gavin looked at Monty with eyes that seemed to ask, "what about me."
Monty leaned in and whispered in his ear, "It looks like it's just you and me."
Gavin smiled and whispered in Monty's ear, "That's just fine with me, da...."
Monty put his fingers on Gavin's lips and said, "That's `fuck daddy' to you." Then head up the stairs to the loft with Gavin close on his heals.
Gavin wasn't messing around with foreplay, he wanted to be fucked and fucked hard. Flopping down on the bed, Gavin locked his feet behind his head to expose his desperately hungry hole, and Monty wasted no time plunging his tongue into Gavin's tight, pink bussy.
Gavin groaned at Monty's tongue made love to his hole. Finally, he couldn't take it any longer and said, "I need your cock in me."
Monty look up at Gavin, who said, "Please. Please fuck me."
Monty licked Gavin's balls and the boy nearly came. Then Monty got up and reached for the bottle of lube on the night stand. He put some on his index finger and began to slowly circle Gavin's hole. It was an exquisitely sexy form of torture by anticipation. Gavin tried pushing himself onto Monty's finger, but Monty was in control and the boy was at his mercy.
Finally Monty did push the finger into the boy, and he let out a long low grown. Monty explored Gavin methodically until finally focusing on his prostate. Soon, Monty added a second, and then a third finger along with more lube until Gavin's ass was relaxed and slick. Now it was time, and Monty slipped easily through Gavin's sphincter.
"You are soooo big," Gavin moaned as Monty began to slowly rock his hips and pumping his rock hard cock in and out. Monty grabbed Gavin by the ankles and pushed his legs apart and at the same time Gavin took hold of the rustic headboard's spindles. Gavin was spread eagle and dripping like an icicle on a warm day. Monty was totally spellbound looking down on the hot jock. Soon he picked up the pace and both he and Gavin began to sweat. Gavin's pits were getting moist and Monty couldn't resist burying his nose in them. Gavin hadn't applied deodorant that morning and he smelled so masculine and natural.
"Are you ready to cum, boy," Monty asked.
"Yes sir,"
Monty began to pound Gavin's prostate. From past experience he knew Gavin couldn't hold out, especially if Monty pinch his nipples while he was being pounded.
"Fuck, fuck, not the nipples. Ooooh fuuuuck I'm cuuuuuming," Gavin howled like a wild beast as Monty pounded his prostate like a black smith hammering a hot piece of iron. In the process, Monty lost control and he was swept up in an orgasmic hurricane that wouldn't quit.
Finally, Monty was spent and collapsed onto Gavin, and Gavin wrapped his arms and legs around Monty to keep their bodies tightly together then said, "Thank you, sir."
Eventually, Monty rolled off of Gavin and grabbed an old T-shirt so they could clean up. As Monty wiped the cum off of Gavin's abs, Gavin shivered. The heat of sex was passing and Monty pulled a quilt up over them and they snuggled together. They were just about to indulge in a post-fuck nap when Gregg and Bucky climbed into bed as well.
"I figured you to might be ready for a nap," Bucky said, "so we decided to join you and share the warmth."
Monty turned to face Bucky, and asked in a whisper so as to not wake the boys who were already asleep, "So how was it?"
"It was fantastic. I spend so much time alone during the Winter that I forget what it's like to share intimacy with another person."
"Did Gregg discover you are a big old bottom."
"Yeah, although I get the sense he is more of a bottom as well."
"That's probably true. However, tonight Gavin will show you how a young jock can really wreck your ass. He will be especially ready to go since I just rode him like a two-dollar whore. He will feel the need to assert his dominance."
"Sweet, I can't remember that last time my ass had gotten this much of a workout." Then Bucky let go of a big yawn, which Monty found contagious, and soon the two daddies joined the boys in the Land of Nod.
About an hour late, Monty crawled out of bed, wrapped a blanket over himself, and went downstairs. He noticed it was getting cold, so he threw a couple of logs on the fire, and turned up the stove. Then he went to the kitchen and put a kettle on the stove. He couldn't believe that he was actually going to make a cup of tea, and said to himself, "Fucking Brits, next thing I'll be calling soccer football." He also got out some Pecan Sandies, one of his favorite cookies.
It wasn't long before the rest of the crew were also standing around wearing blankets and drinking tea.
"So, what's on tap for supper tonight?" Bucky asked. "The only thing I like doing better than fucking is eating. And let me tell you, the difference between eating Monty's cooking and eating my own is like the difference between an orgy and masturbation."
The twins had to laugh at Bucky's comparison, but they also appreciated Monty's cooking.
"Thanks to Bucky, we seem to be heavy on the beef," Monty said, "so I was thinking steaks. I found a bottle of cognac and was thinking Steak Diane; however, I will have to improvise on some of the ingredients. We also have wild rice."
"That sounds great," Bucky said.
"Yeah, and then you can finish the Ganymede Epic."
"Yeah," added Bucky, "I want to see how you remember this story."
"So then will you tell us your version of the story?" Gregg asked.
"No," Bucky said with a smile, "I don't tell me stories with words, but with art. However, I will provide commentary when necessary to correct the record."
"Great, there's always a critic," Monty said. "So what are the three of you going to do while I slave away at the stove?"
"I don't know," Bucky said, "Do you need us to do anything?"
"Yeah, change the bedding. I don't know about down here, but the loft is beginning to smell more like a dorm than a family vacation cabin."
"I'll take care of that," Bucky said. "Why don't you boys make sure we have enough wood for the fire, and straighten up the great room."
"Yes Daddy Bucky," The twins said in unison, then both laughed, as they ran to grab their coats.
Monty whispered in Bucky's ear, "You might be getting in deeper than you know."
Dinner was amazing as usual. If Monty hadn't been a writer, he most certainly would have been a chef.
After dinner, Bucky helped Monty clean up, while the boys put the washed bedding back on the beds.
"You seemed a little quiet at dinner," Bucky said.
"I got an email from Jude saying he was selling the food truck business and moving back to Jamaica with his mother."
"When is he leaving?"
"The end of next month. His family is investing in a resort, and they want to make sure it is ready to open the day this fucking plague is over; if it ever is."
Bucky wrapped his arms around Monty and said, "I know the two of you have gotten close. I know this will hurt."
"Yeah, but he has to do this for his mom and sister. Plus, it will give me a reason to visit Jamaica."
"Still..."
"I know. We always said it was just sex and we weren't in any kind of emotional relationship, but..."
"It doesn't always stay that way, does it?" Bucky said.
"I may need to lean on you. Is that okay," Monty asked.
"Sure thing, buddy. Lean as hard as you need."
"Thanks."
After everything was cleaned it was time for Monty to continue his Epic of Ganymede. So everyone gathered in the great room. Gregg, Gavin, and Bucky shared a quilt and snuggled together on the couch, and Monty stood with a quilt draped like a toga hanging from his shoulders and tied at his waist with a length of rope. Sometimes when Monty would dramatically gesture his costume would part to provide a quick glimpse of his manhood to his audience.
ACT 2: THE EPIC OF GANYMEDE
"Bucky closed down the bar, and surprisingly was still on his feet...barely. Fortunately, Monty was able to get the big bear of a man out to his truck; however, not without having to listen to several verses of '99 Bottles of Beer.' When they finally got back to the Western Star Inn, Bucky was pretty out of it, and it took everything Monty had to get him into the room. He dropped Bucky on the bed, and closed the door. Then he pulled off Bucky's boots and his clothes.
"Monty couldn't help admiring the bull of a man lying naked on the bed, and he felt his cock begin to stir. He managed to get Monty under the covers and then looked at his own cold, lonely bed. Finally Monty said, "Fuck it," pulled off his clothes and crawled into bed to cuddle with a Teddy Bear."
"The next morning, Bucky woke up and discovered he was naked, hard, and spooning a college boy. He panicked and jumped out of bed, to suddenly run face first into the reality of his night of drinking and dancing. He grabbed his head and moaned."
"The commotion woke Monty, who smiled, and said, `Morning'."
"Bucky had a look of terror and asked, "Did we... Did I..."
"No sir,' Monty said with a smile. I didn't take advantage of you, If that's what you're asking. Now, crawl back into bed and I find you something for that headache'."
"It didn't take long for Monty to return with a couple of Ibuprofen and a bottle of water. He handed them to Bucky, who was leaning against the headboard. Then Monty crawled back into bed beside him. Bucky swallowed the tablets and downed the bottle of water."
"Thanks for taking care of me last night,' "Bucky said. Sometimes I just overdo it. .... Now what...'."
"Well first of all, I'm not going to blackmail you, if that's what you're worried about."
"Kandy, huh."
"`Yep. She told me you are a bit gun shy when it comes to younger men'."
"You could say that."
"Well, I'll just be blunt. I find you incredibly hot, and I really want to have sex with you'."
"Wow,' Bucky said. Then there was a long silence, and finally Bucky continued, `You don't know how much I have hoped you felt that way, but I just couldn't bring myself to risk it. Not that I thought you would try to blackmail me. I've known you and your family long enough to know that wouldn't happen. But I was afraid of being rejected."
"Monty moved so he was straddling Bucky and leaned down to kiss him. The kiss wasn't really sexy as much as it was tender and caring. Then he said, Clifford Bucky' Buchanan, you are one hot sexy stud. If anyone should be afraid of rejection, it is me." Now it was Bucky's turn to offer a reassuring kiss."
"`So where do we go from here?' Bucky asked."
"We're going to shower...together. Then we're going to get some breakfast, and then find something to do until your hangover is completely gone. Then we're coming back here and you're going to fuck me. Then tonight, we're going to the rodeo, and afterward you're going to fuck me again. Then tomorrow, we're getting up and you're going to fuck me, and then we go back to the ranch where you will continue to fuck me for the rest of the Summer. Are you clear?'"
"`There's just one problem with that,' Bucky said."
"Oh?"
"`Yeah, I'm more of a bottom than a top'."
"Oh, ... I can work with that."
THE END OF THE EPIC OF GANYMEDE
At the point in the story Gavin interrupted and "Asked, you're a bottom!?"
"Bucky said "yes," and then Gavin looked at Gregg who was nodding.
Monty said, "So there, that's how I seduced Bucky."
The twins looked at Bucky and he shrugged, then said, "What can I say? I guess he did."
For the rest of the evening the four watched old episodes of Seinfeld and sipped hot chocolate. Around 11 o'clock Bucky whispered in Gavin's ear, and the two headed off to the bedroom, leaving Monty and Gregg cuddled up together.
After a few more minutes of watching TV, Gregg said, "I like Bucky and all, but you're more my kind of guy."
"Oh," Monty said wondering where this was going.
"Yeah, I've always been more of a follower than a leader. Leading is Gavin's thing."
"So you what do you think of Gavin and Bucky."
"I think they'll hit it off famously. Gavin needs someone like Bucky to keep him under control everywhere but in the bedroom. That's where their roles will reverse."
"So where does that leave you?"
"Us, don't you mean, where does that leave us?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You got an email from Jude this afternoon, right?"
"Yes."
"Well, Gavin and I got emails as well telling us what's going on. He told us that he is counting on us to look after you. He said you need someone to keep you from withdrawing into a shell when he is gone. Well daddy, that's me."
"Don't I get a say in this?"
"Sure you do. So go ahead and say it. Tell me I don't now what I'm talking about; tell me to butt out; tell me to fuck off, and I will."
Monty looked at Gregg for a good long second, then kissed him with complete passion and commitment.
"So what about Gavin," Monty asked.
"I'm pretty sure he and Bucky are having this same conversation, well will be having this conversation, after they finish fucking."
"That's a pretty big risk you took laying it on the line like that," Monty said. "I might have said fuck off."
"Well let's just say I was inspired by Ganymede to take my shot."
As it turned out, Gavin took is shot and hit the bullseye as well. When the week in the mountains ended, Monty, Gregg, and Gavin returned to Denver, and were soon joined by Bucky. Monty told Jude he was sad to see him, go but was so glad his last act of friendship was to push the twins to take the initiative.
Bucky managed to sweet talk the apartment management into giving him Jude's apartment and Gavin moved in with him. Bucky also found studio space in Denver where he could work during the Gavin's school years, although the four often spent weekend in Bucky's mountain cabin or at the ranch.
Once the Covid shutdown ended, Gregg and Gavin resumed a regular schedule of classes and soccer, but nights were spent with their lovers. One of the routines they fell into was breakfast in Monty's apartment. The boy's didn't have time in the morning to cook, and Bucky's idea of a good breakfast was microwave burritos and Pop Tarts. So, Monty turned breakfast into what he referred to as `family time.'
Of course, Monty and Bucky were at every soccer game. As expected, Gregg and Gavin were at the heart of an outstanding three years of soccer at DU. Both boys won numerous tournament and conference honors for their play.
After graduation, Bucky and Gavin move up to the ranch and Gavin became involved in its operation. Bucky's family was totally charmed by the kid. Gregg on the other hand got a job working with a youth soccer program in Denver. The four continued to spent a lot of time together, and eventually the couples married in a double ceremony. For their honeymoons, they booked stays at Jude's family's resort in Jamaica.
On their last night in Jamaica, Jude arranged for a special dinner of local specialties, and at the end Monty proposed a toast "To soccer hooligans and the daddies who love them."
"Here, here," was the happy response.
The End
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