Jon and Brett

Jon and Brett Part 3 By Jeffy

All of the usual disclaimers apply. This story is entirely fictional. No house pets, rain forests or lab animals were harmed in the writing of this story. It is intended for adults only. You can send comments or constructive criticism to Jeffs71@Hotmail.com. Flames will be ignored so don't bother.

Otherwise, enjoy!

"Home is where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in." - Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan

Jon and Brett slumbered peacefully after their lovemaking, safe and warm in each other's arms. They had identical smiles on their faces and slept the deep sleep of the well-fucked. Next door in Brett's house, his father was taking a piss and happened to look over at the sink. Brett's toothbrush was still there, he had forgotten it. He chuckled and thought to himself that his kid would forget his own head if it wasn't attached. He was a quiet, thoughtful man and he never took any drastic action without thinking it through completely. He thought he'd take it over to him and so he walked over to Brett's house, toothbrush in hand. He let himself in (the door was open and they hadn't bothered knocking since, oh, forever) and walked upstairs. The door to Brett's room was open a crack and he stopped in shock as he heard the boys' voices murmuring their love to each other. He risked glancing in and saw his only son smiling in absolute bliss as Brett lovingly stroked his face. He quickly left Brett's house in absolute shock, still clutching his son's toothbrush.

He went home and just sat in his chair for about an hour, still in shock (and with the toothbrush still in his hand), and then signed onto the Internet, bent on research. He personally had little experience with homosexuals and frankly had no idea how to respond to this recent development. Over the course of the night he looked at countless web sites, read quite a number of scholarly papers on homosexuality and youth, and drank a quarter of a bottle of single-malt scotch (he only had a drink occasionally, but he did feel that the occasion warranted it). Finally, around 4:00 AM he shut down his computer and sat down to think some more. He was particularly concerned by the links to anti-teen suicide sites on many of the web sites he looked at, as well as the articles on that subject he'd read. Finally, he reached a decision on how he would handle this. As he fell asleep, the thought ran through his head, "He's still my son and I still love him. I might not understand why he feels the way he does, but I'll always support him." He was already planning to take the day off of work to sleep and nurse the hangover he could feel beginning.

Jon and Brett, who of course knew nothing of this, slumbered on peacefully in Brett's bed next door. They were looking forward to the party at Pete's the next day.

"OK sleepyheads, rise and shine! Up and at 'em!" Jon's mom swept into the room and opened the shades, letting the bright sunshine flood into the room. The boys both looked up and groaned, wanting to sleep late. After all, this wasn't a school day and they wanted to enjoy it. "Breakfast in five!" she called, exiting the room like a white-clad whirlwind.

Jon just smiled as Brett's tousled, sleepy face emerged from under the covers. "Is she always so happy in the morning?" he asked his new lover.

"Nope, you should see her when she really gets going!" Jon told him. Brett just groaned again and pulled the covers up over his head.

"Wake me at noon!" Brett said a bit grumpily.

A few minutes later Jon's mom walked back into the room with a piece of bacon in her hand. The smell of a wonderful breakfast wafted up from downstairs. Both boys' bellies immediately began rumbling, demanding to be filled right NOW. She just smiled as she ate the bacon and licked her fingers, quickly exiting the room with something suspiciously like a smirk on her face. Brett peeked out from under the blankets and, with a wicked grin on his face yelled, "The last one to the bathroom has to shake the others off!" and sprinted to take a wizz with Jon less than a step behind. In no time at all they had relieved themselves, brushed their teeth, and put on some sweats.

Downstairs, they found a spread worthy of a Sunday brunch and, being teenage boys, immediately began packing it away. Jon's mom ate and watched them with a smile on her face. Brett noticed her looking at them and mumbled, "What?" around a mouthful of bagel.

"Nothing, I just didn't expect you to make such a cute couple," she told them. Jon, caught with a mouthful of food, sputtered, choked, and began coughing. Brett helpfully pounded him on the back while his mom offered him a glass of water. When he had at last composed himself, Brett smiled at him.

"Gee, I'm jealous. I can't make scrambled eggs come out of my nose!" Brett told Jon. In a beat all three of them were laughing so hard that tears started rolling down their cheeks and Brett actually fell off of his chair, landing flat on his butt.

After more laughter and some gentle ribbing, Jon's mom had to leave for work. The boys promised to clean up after they had, of course, finished everything remotely edible. As they worked the boys chatted together, stopping occasionally to kiss or grope each other.

"Who do you think will be at Pete's party?" Jon asked as he stacked the dishes in the dishwasher.

"No telling, but I'd be willing to bet that we'll have a GOOD time, if you know what I mean." Brett answered.

"I'll bet Dana is there. He has to be gay, with the way he acts."

Jon frowned. "You can't always tell from that, you know. After all, do you think we act gay?"

"Well, we sure did last night, that's for sure!" Brett hooted at him.

"Yeah, well, I guess you bring out the beast in me!"

Jon's answer to this was to blow him a kiss and give him a sweet smile. Brett wasn't fooled, seeing the pure mischief behind the smile. After they had finished cleaning up, Jon wanted to do his exercises so Brett flopped down on the couch to watch. He found it fascinating as Jon went through a series of slow, graceful movements.

"How did you learn to do that? It looks almost like a dance."

Jon, not pausing in his Tai Chi, answered, "You do know my uncle is a martial arts instructor, right? He's been teaching me since I was four."

"That's so cool! Can you, like, chop things in half with your fists?"

Jon gave him a disgusted look. "Yeah, but I prefer Aikido and Judo. They're defensive arts and I don't like hurting people."

"Have you ever used it on anyone?" Brett was still imagining his lover as a pint-sized Bruce Lee.

"Not in a long time. Why don't you let me teach you? I'll bet you'd like it."

"I could never do anything like that." Brett still couldn't believe how graceful Jon looked.

"Sure you could, stand up, let's get started." With that Brett began to receive his instruction in Tai Chi.

The boys decided to save themselves for the party that afternoon and spent the day at the mall hanging out with their friends. Brett was still a bit paranoid about their friends finding out about them, but Jon just relaxed and had fun. Both boys had a blast in the video arcade and ate a big lunch at the pizza place in the mall. After that they went home to take a nap and wonder about the party at Pete's. They were only able to keep their hands off of each other by sleeping in separate beds and a lot of willpower.

At about 3:00 they got up and took a shower together, gently washing and soaping each other until they were both trembling with their need to cum. Jon in particular was incredibly excited, a state he was able to maintain as they biked over to Pete's house. Once there they knocked on the front door and were rewarded with the sight of Pete, clad only in a pair of shorts as he answered the door and ushered them inside.

"I'm so glad you could make it!" Pete gushed while giving each one a warm, gentle hug. Jon returned the hug wholeheartedly while Brett was still a little mad at Pete. Pete was well aware that Brett was still upset so he treated the kid to one of his patented deep, wet, down-the-throat kisses. Despite his anger, Brett couldn't help gasping as he felt Pete's hot, gooey tongue slither down his throat. Jon just grinned as he watched Brett gasp, his body spasm, and his hands fall to his sides in utter submission as Pete held him close and pressed the kiss home. Jon could see his lover's throat muscles work as Pete's long (like Gene Simmons long) tongue give Brett's tonsils a proper working over.

Recovering from the most intense kiss of his life, Brett followed Pete inside with Jon holding his other hand. Once they got to Pete's den, they found 5 naked teenage boys grinning and looking at them. Pete looked at them seriously.

"The only rule we have is not to make fun or hurt anyone. Other than that, anything goes. Oh, also, if someone says 'No' we all respect that. Other than that, have fun!" he told them.

As the boys stepped into the den Adam, a tall, stocky 15-year-old walked up to them and gently hugged them both close. At 6' and with large hands and feet, he could easily hold them both close, which he did. They both looked into his expressive face and found only acceptance and caring there. Jon, feeling bold, reached out and gently grabbed the older teen's uncut cock. It felt substantial and soft in his hands as he began playing with the foreskin (it was the first one he'd ever actually seen) as it began to grow in his hand until it was seven thick, pulsating inches of boy-meat. Adam just smiled and placed his hands on each of the younger boys' buns. It almost felt like he could cup each one with one hand. Jon and Brett shivered with excitement.

Pete spoke up, "We all kinda have nicknames here, and Adam's is 'Buzz' because of his buzz cut. Mine, if you're curious, is 'Wanker' and no, I WON'T explain it." He was grinning now.

In short order they met 'Bruce', a slim Japanese boy with a cute smile and long, slim dick who looked a little like Bruce Lee (hence the nickname). Like most Orientals he was quite slim and almost hairless. Next they saw Dana, a tall skinny kid (yes, he was there) who didn't have a nickname yet. As they got their hug from him they both noticed that he had an incredible spike of boymeat sticking straight up and throbbing. It was at least ten inches long and easily three inches thick and both of the boys just stopped and stared in awe at it. As if in a dream, they began to stroke it for him (there was easily enough room for both of their hands on it) while Dana smiled at them and cuddled them closer.

"Come on, you two, meet the others, there'll be plenty of time for that later," Pete told them. Reluctantly they removed their hands as Dana fondly tousled their hair.

They met Manny next, a well-built Hispanic kid with an incredible amount of body hair for his age. He had dark, curly hair and a ready smile as he hugged the boys. His nickname was 'Macho' and he also had a nicely formed dick and was circumcised. Last, but certainly not least was Roger, a short, blond kid who looked like everyone's image of a California surfer boy, from his blond hair to the tips of his tanned toes. His nickname, predictably, was 'Surfer'. He had a rather short, stubby dick that made up in thickness what it lacked in length. He also gave the boys a nice, warm cuddle.

"We still gotta come up with a nickname for Dana. If you think of a good one, let us know." Surfer told them.

With that, Brett began to smile, then giggle, and finally roll around on the floor with laughter. The other boys just looked at Jon, who could only grin and shrug. When Brett had recovered enough to talk he gasped out, "His nickname should be 'Spike'!" and pointed at Dana's huge spike of boymeat, which was still hard and throbbing.

All of the others started to grin also and in no time everyone was congratulating the newly named Spike, as well as Brett who was named the official nicknamer for the group. His first task would be to come up with nicknames for himself and Jon.

Then Pete, who seemed to be the unofficial leader, turned to them and said, "We'd all like to give you both as much pleasure as you can stand. We're all incredibly turned on by both of you hot kids." He paused to lick his lips. "Would that be OK? You can touch us all as much as you want later, but for right now we want to get you off." Both younger boys nodded their assent and soon were being led to the middle of the room where some pillows, towels, and KY were set out.

As if in a dream, both Jon and Brett were gently laid down on the floor and the older boys went to work on them. Each had three boys sucking, licking, and touching them everywhere. The older kids tended to switch around so that each would get to do everything to the younger boys. They were all very gentle, not wanting to hurt the two perfect specimens of boyhood before them. In short order they were sucking on the younger boys' dicks and balls, their nipples, and each boy had a hot, wet tongue down his throat. For quite a while all that could be heard were the soft sounds of sucking and the occasional low moan.

As much as Jon wanted to touch the other boys all over, he found that he could only lie there and absorb the incredible feelings of pleasure that ran through him. He had mouths on his nipples, dick, and mouth and he totally loved it! After only a few minutes he knew he had to cum soon since he could feel the cum churning in his balls. The older boys, though, were not about to let him cum too soon and their greater sexual experience was showing now. Every time they sensed that the boys were getting too excited, they would give their balls a firm (but not painful) tug which would keep them from exploding too soon.

Brett was also getting the same treatment as he moaned around the tongue that was currently down his throat and trying to come out of his asshole. Unlike Jon, he couldn't form a coherent thought if his life depended on it; he could only ride the waves of pleasure coursing through his young body and hope that it would never end.

Eventually the inevitable happened and the older teens took pity on them and allowed them to cum. Adam had just inserted a big finger in Jon's boyhole and Brett had two of Bruce's slim fingers in his as they both began bucking their hips wildly and moaning. They both felt the earth shake as they exploded in the most powerful orgasms of their short little lives. Jon shot a total of eight big, full, ropes of cum in Adam's mouth as the older boy lapped all up eagerly. It was the most he'd ever cum in his life as he moaned his way through his orgasm. Brett came a couple of seconds later, shooting five times in Pete's mouth as Pete also swallowed every drop. After they'd swallowed all that the kids could give them, their eyes met and they shared a cummy smile as Jon and Brett wallowed in their post-orgasmic bliss, insensible to the world.

The older boys, now so hot that they couldn't stand it, prepared the two younger boys for fucking, tenderly lubricating their boyholes and fingering them to loosen them up. In no time at all, Jon was being lowered onto Adam's straining, uncut cock as Brett was being impaled on Pete's engorged member. Both of them came back to themselves to find that they were sitting on the older boys' laps with hard dicks up their butts. Even though the dicks were bigger than they were used to, they felt no pain, just a satisfying feeling of fullness.

Jon, feeling more turned on than ever before, motioned Manny and Roger over to him and began alternating sucking on each boy's hard cocks as Adam held him steady and gently worked his big uncut cock into his butt. Jon thought he could feel the difference of the foreskin sliding up and down in his ass but soon his mind was split between this feeling and lapping up the pre-cum from the hard-ons in front of him. He went wild, sucking their heads, down the shaft, and licking the fuzzy, hanging balls.

Brett, meanwhile, was doing pretty much the same except that he was sucking on Dana and Roger. He was holding onto Dana's huge spike like he never wanted to let go as he sucked Rogers's cock as hard as he could. The only drawback was that he could only get the huge head and a couple of inches of Dana's dick in his mouth before gagging.

"Shhh, don't worry about it, that feels great, baby! Just take as much as you're comfortable with for now." Dana (now Spike) cooed to him

Brett took the advice and concentrated on making him feel as good as he could. All of the boys were groaning now, getting close to cumming and trying to hold back. In quick succession Spike and Surfer unloaded their huge load down both boys' respective throats, the boys swallowing as quickly as they could. A little cum dripped down their chins and onto their chests as Manny and Roger also came, spurting on the boys' faces and onto their tongues. Faced with such stimulation, both Jon and Brett unloaded their own loads onto Pete and Adam. Jon didn't make a sound, just curling his toes tightly and scrunching up his eyes as he shook and trembled with the force of his monster orgasm. As Jon's anus clamped down repeatedly his older friend shot a lake of cum up his ass; it felt red-hot as it worked its way up inside him. Much the same occurred with Brett and Bruce, except for the fact that Brett yelled at the top of his lungs as he came.

For quite some time, all of the boys could only lay in a quivering pile of flesh in the middle of the room, panting and trying to recover from the best sex of their lives. The older boys all fussed over Jon and Brett the whole time, telling them how much they loved them, and what good lovers they were. Pete glanced over at the clock.

"Shit, look how late it is! Quick, help me clean up! My dad will be home soon." He exclaimed in panic. Jon and Brett saw real fear in his eyes as the boys did a quick clean up. The older boys talked to Pete as they worked.

"Has he been any better?" Surfer asked Pete.

"No, and he's been drinking more, too. I don't know much about wine but I'm pretty sure the good ones don't come in a box with a spigot on the side. I don't know what to do anymore. Nothing I do ever seems to be good enough for him." Pete had tears in his eyes as he cleaned up.

"You should report him to the police, that's what! If he touches you again I'll kill him, I swear!" Adam was literally shaking with rage now. Brett realized that he was deeply in love with Pete.

"He IS the police. What would they do to him?" Was Pete's response.

"There are other cops besides him. Think about it, OK?" It was plain that Adam was worried about Pete.

They finished up and all went home, each one hugging Pete warmly before they left. Jon and Brett were both thinking hard, realizing that Pete had some real problems to deal with. As they walked up to Jon's house they noticed that Uncle Rich's car was parked out front and hurried inside.

"Uncle Rich is talking to Brett's dad, he'll be back in a little while," Jon's mom told them. Brett immediately tensed up as fear churned in his guts. Jon's mom, recognizing this, kept them both busy setting up for the barbecue that night. Almost a half-hour passed in uncomfortable silence until Uncle Rich returned with a strange look on his face.

"Uncle Rich!" both boys exclaimed, rushing to hug the big man. He was fully 6'2" tall, well muscled, and moved like a hunting cat. He loved both boys as if they were his own.

"Hiya kiddies, how are ya?" he asked them in his usual gentle way. Brett gave him a fearful look until Uncle Rich began tickling him all over until all three of them were rolling around on the carpet and shouting with laughter. After they were all breathless, Uncle Rich excused himself to talk with Jon's mom privately. The boys strained mightily but couldn't overhear anything except Jon's mom's surprised bark of laughter at one point. Brett was almost hyperventilating by this time and Jon did his best to calm him, without much success.

Dinner was a bit strange, with the adults happy and cutting up and the kids just sitting and eating quietly. Uncle Rich's companion, Walt, was out of town to bid on a job (he was a partner in an architectural firm) and had sent his love to all via Uncle Rich. Brett's father kept shooting them sly looks when he thought the boys weren't looking and kept a smug grin off of his face only with difficulty.

After dinner the boys were given a few bucks and told to walk down to the Dairy Queen for a treat. As the adults sat quietly, listening to the crickets' songs, Brett's father had what was to be his final word on the boys.

"You two are right," he said to the women, "they are a cute couple!"

Pete, across town, had a very different night. His dad had come home with a nasty look on his face and had proceeded to get very drunk while going on about his day and all of the "scumbag fags" he'd had to deal with. Pete's mom was visiting her sister, something she did more and more these days. Frankly, Pete didn't blame her. He'd leave too, if he had anyplace to go. He was very careful not to anger his dad, quietly cooking, and then cleaning up from dinner as his dad got drunker and angrier.

Pete sat quietly in his room, wishing the floor would swallow him up when he heard his father's enraged bellow from the den. Oh, shit! He'd found some of the gay stories he'd downloaded from the Internet! Pete would have sworn that he'd buried them in the system beyond finding.

In the morning, both Jon and Brett woke up the next morning at peace with the world. They slept late and went out to breakfast with Jon's mom and Uncle Rich for a treat. After that, they went back and found a bloodied and battered Pete sitting on the front porch waiting calmly for them to get back.

"Pete!!" the boys yelled and rushed over to help him. His face looked horrible; one eye was swollen shut, his lip was bloodied, and he had dried blood all down the front of his shirt from his nose.

Jon's mom took charge of the situation with quiet authority, sending the boys off to Jon's room while she professionally examined Pete. Both boys were amazed. For the first time they saw the calm, cool professional nurse who could deal with an emergency room full of assorted body parts without batting an eye. She sat Pete on the couch and gently cleaned his various hurts while Pete just sat, totally insensible to what was going on around him. It turned out that his injuries looked much worse than they really were, although she thought he might have a cracked rib. He'd definitely be sore for quite some time. A short but vicious argument ensued.

"We need to get him to the police! Now!" Brett's father opined.

"His father's a sergeant with that same police force. If he did this don't you think he'll stop us?" Jon's mom asked him.

"But they're the police! They have to do something!"

"Let's see if we can get some sense out of Pete first, OK?" Ever so gently she asked, "Pete, honey, what happened? Please tell us so we can help you."

Pete didn't answer for a long time and when he did, his voice was calm, detached. "My dad. He found out I'm gay. He was drunk, he hit me. Mom's out of town, don't blame her."

"You'll stay with us for today, OK honey?" All three adults had tears in their eyes. Despite being a peaceful man, Brett's dad was quite ready to drive right over and strangle the bastard with his own two hands.

Several streets over, Big Pete was just waking up from his drunken binge. His head hurt, his body ached, and his mouth tasted like something had crawled in there and died. He dragged himself to the bathroom, threw up loudly, and then caught a glance of himself in the mirror. Blood stained his hands and shirt. His son's blood. He just stared at the disgusting, bloody drunk in the mirror as the events of the previous night came rushing back into his alcohol-addled brain.

"Ohmygod. What have I done?" he said to his reflection.

His next conscious act was to drive himself over to the police station. To say that his fellow cops were shocked at his appearance would be an understatement. He was always impeccably turned out for his duty shift. Without looking up he walked straight into his Lieutenant's office and quietly placed his badge and Glock service pistol on the desk while the Lt. Just stared at him in open-mouthed shock.

"You need to arrest me. Domestic violence, my son." He told his boss in a hoarse voice. He offered no excuses for his behavior. He also didn't see the deep compassion in his boss' eyes.

"Pete, this important, where is Little Pete?" the Lt. asked him.

"I don't know." Big Pete hesitated a long time, then blurted, " I may have killed him." Pete said in a very small voice. All he could remember was yelling obscenities and hitting his son, over and over again.

The Lt. just stared at him, unable to believe it. With a shake of his head he brought himself back to reality.

"First things first. We've got to find Little Pete ASAP. For now, we'll keep this in the family." He put Big Pete's gun in his desk drawer, carefully locked it and, after a moment, slid the badge back across the desk. "Where's your back up weapon?"

"Ohmygod!"

"MOM!! Pete's gone!" Jon screamed when he peeked in to check on Pete a couple of hours later. All that he saw was an empty bed and an open window. They all sat in the den and tried to figure out what to do.

"Obviously, we need to find him. Boys, do you have any ideas on where to look?" Jon's mom asked.

"Yeah, but I think we need some help. I'm gonna make a few calls." He called Adam, who quickly got the other boys together and raced over to Jon's house. His mom filled them in on the situation and the need to find Pete quickly and before his dad did.

The effect on Adam, in particular, was devastating. Instead of anger, the big, husky teen curled up on the end of the couch with tears running down his cheeks. The other boys immediately surrounded him, gently stroking him while he cried for his lover. After a few minutes Adam managed to pull himself together. It was obvious to everyone, even the adults, that he was deeply in love with Pete. They all split up with instructions to meet at Pete's house in an hour if they couldn't find him, even though none of them thought he'd go back there.

A very tense hour followed, with the boys checking everywhere they could think of, the clubhouse (empty), the arcade (nobody had seen him), and every other place they could think of. Finally, they went back to Pete's house only to discover him sitting in the den, staring at nothing. In front of him, on the coffee table, lay his father's back up weapon, a .40 cal mini-Glock, fully loaded.

Big Pete, at just that moment, screeched to a halt out front with the Lt. and barreled inside the house. He saw all the boys along with Brett's folks and Jon's mom standing frozen, afraid to move or say anything. When he saw his gun sitting in front of his only son; Big Pete went dead white at the sight, and he felt like a steel band was clamping down hard on his chest. "NO!!!" his mind shrieked. Very slowly and gently he approached his son, careful to make no sudden movements. Pete didn't look at him or move a single muscle as his father approached. With a trembling hand, Big Pete reached out and lifted his gun from the coffee table, handing it to the Lt. who promptly safed it, removing the magazine and ejecting the round from the chamber.

"Hi dad," Pete said in a little-boy sort of voice.

"Son, .." Big Pete managed to get out before his throat closed and he got choked up. Slowly and tenderly he reached out and embraced his son. Before long, both were sobbing.

"Dad, I'm so sorry I couldn't be what you wanted. I tried, I really did, I really tried!" Pete managed to get out.

"Son, I'm sorry, I was so wrong, so dammed wrong!"

"You mean you didn't leave the gun there for me to find? I thought you might have, as a hint, kinda."

"No, god no! I was just too dead drunk to remember t put the fuckin' thing away. You're my son, don't ever think that, ever!"

By now there wasn't a dry eye in the house as Adam shouldered his way to the front of the pack. Big Pete let his son go as Pete and Adam hugged each other and cried.

"You idiot! I almost didn't get the chance to tell you that I love you! If you'd killed yourself I swear I'd NEVER have forgiven you for leaving before I had the chance to tell you that!" Pete, seeing the humor in that statement, let out a giggle in between his tears. He buried his face in Adam's shoulder.

The Lt. breathed a sigh of relief. He'd had an awful premonition that this would turn out bad, and he was incredibly glad to be wrong. "OK Pete, here's what you're going to do." His usually beautiful speaking voice was harsh, grating. "You WILL get therapy, along with your family. Here's the name of a very good family therapist that the department recommends. You will go daily until the therapist says otherwise. You're on paid leave as of this moment until I say otherwise. And god himself won't be able to help you if you screw this up!"

Big Pete just nodded in acceptance, feeling it was a better deal than he deserved.

"One more thing. There's an AA meeting tonite, at the American Legion hall. You WILL be there. I'll see you there." The Lt. met his eyes squarely.

"OK, Petey," he said to Pete, now you and I are going to pour every drop of alcohol in this house down the drain. Do you know where your old man keeps all his booze?" Pete just nodded dumbly. Nobody had called hi Pete since he was about nine years old. Together, he and the Lt. proceeded to do just that.

Jon's mom spoke up. "Pete will be staying with us for a little while, just until you and he feel that he should come back home. I want him to think of our house as his second home."

Big Pete, feeling a little desperate, spoke up and tried to justify his actions, at least a little. "I was totally wrong to do that to Pete, but finding out he's a fag was a big shock. I just couldn't handle it!"

Uncle Rich stepped over to Big Pete and looked him square in the eyes. "Fag?" he said in a low, dangerous voice. Jon had no idea how his uncle could look dangerous and deadly without tensing a muscle, but he did. Nobody in the room had any doubts that Rich would welcome an excuse to loose his pent-up rage on Big Pete. Knowing Rich's reputation, Big Pete didn't move a muscle or say another word.

"After all, how would you react, finding that out about your son?" Big Pete rather plaintively asked the group in general.

Brett's dad stepped forward, smiling fondly at his son. "Well, I've known that about my son for some time. Yes, it was a bit of a shock, but he's still my son. Nothing could change that, ever." Brett was trembling all over now. How could his dad have found out about him? In a flash, he was snuggled down safe in his father's arms as he sobbed his heart out with relief. He'd been so terrified over nothing!

Jon's mom spoke up next. "I've known for a long time that Jon was probably gay. And it doesn't make a fuckin' bit of difference to me! Nor should it to you!" Jon started at his mother's use of the F-word. In his 13 years he'd never heard her curse before.

Big Pete could only stand there and hang his head. He'd never been so ashamed of his actions in his life. As his neighbors slowly filed out of his house and Pete went to get a few things, he knew the hardest part still lay ahead of him. He had to tell his wife.

The days passed.

Pete and his family did very well in their therapy sessions. This isn't to say that they didn't have setbacks, but overall things went well. Big Pete continued to sleep on the couch, which he thought was a mild punishment compared to what his wife wanted to do to him when he told her what he had done. Pete healed quickly and continued to live with Jon; in fact they slept together every night with Pete clinging to Jon as if he was his lifeline. The only unusual note was that Pete didn't want sex at all. Not with anyone, even Adam who he was beginning to realize was his true love. Finally, Jon and Brett decided that enough was enough. They invited Adam to sleep over one Friday and orchestrated a night of love for Pete.

Jon's mom was staying with Brett's parents for the night, in deference to what the boys had planned. First, they set the mood with soft lighting and a nice, intimate dinner for just the four of them. After dinner, they all retired to the den where Jon had put on one of his mom's Van Morrisson CDs. Then, just to set an example, Jon and Brett started necking lightly, taking care to let the older boys see that their tongues were going in and out of each other's mouth and moaning rather theatrically. Eventually, Pete and Adam were also necking on the couch, with Pete moaning loudly and losing control almost immediately.

"Oh, shit, that feels so good!" he moaned as Adam nibbled on his ear, flicking his tongue in and out, driving Pete absolutely nuts. Jon and Brett, on cue, stopped what they were doing to each other and went over to where Pete was writhing on the couch. They slowly, lovingly began to strip him, taking care to caress and lick all of the bare skin that they revealed. Adam gently moved the now nude (and panting) Pete onto the floor where the boys had several towels, lube, and various other items laid out. Adam slowly kissed his way down Pete's body, taking care to visit each erogenous zone along the way. He licked and sucked Pete's nipples and caressed his hard abs as he went. As soon as he reached Pete's pubes Jon began sucking on Pete's nipples while Brett quickly swapped tongues with him. Adam, in the meantime, was working Pete's dick over the best he knew how, licking the head, tonguing the sensitive underside, playing with Pete's balls and butthole. They stayed that way until Pete unloaded his cum into Adam's mouth a few minutes later, unable to take any more.

For a long time Pete was unable to do more than just lay there, spent and basking in the attentions of his lovers. Then, a wicked grin on his lips, he got Jon under him and began licking the boy's hairless underarm. He's always wanted to do that and saw no reason to hold back now! Adam and Brett could only stare, wide-eyed, as the most amazing squeaking noises came out of Jon's mouth. Eventually they took pity on him and sucked on his dick and balls at the same time as Pete continued to go to town on Jon's underarm, slowly and lovingly sucking on the most sensitive part right in the center. Soon Jon was panting and spent on the floor after unloading his cum into Brett's mouth.

"Wow!" was all he could say.

They boys sucked and licked each other for a while until Adam, with exquisite gentleness, placed Pete on his belly and began to rim his butthole in preparation for fucking. He did that for a long time while Pete got more and more insistent with him. "Fuck me already, please, please I need it, please!" he moaned over and over again as Adam flicked his tongue in and out of Pete's boyhole. Finally, it was time as he placed his uncut tool at Pete's back door and pressed it home. Pete, well prepared for the invasion, felt no pain, only pleasure.

Jon, not to be left out, put Brett on his side so that they could both see and lubed up his small boytool. He plunged it home at the same time that Adam did and soon the boys were all rocking back and forth, moaning, while trying to watch each other. For quite some time all that could be heard were the soft moans and wet squishy sounds of boys fucking. Although they put it off as long as they could, eventually the inevitable happened as Jon and Adam spurted their loads into their lovers' respective intestines. Afterward, they just lay together in the afterglow.

Epilogue:

In case you're wondering, the boys are still together. Jon and Brett have their own home near their parents. Jon was fascinated by biology and is now a research biochemist with a large pharmaceutical firm while Brett was interested more in computer science. He's a programmer with a large technology company. They're still deliriously happy with each other and deeply in love.

Pete followed in his dad's footsteps and became a cop after graduating with honors with a degree in criminal law. Adam is still with him and owns his own video store. Big Pete completed therapy and after about six months he moved back into his own bedroom and Pete moved back home. Big Pete just made Lt. and is now watch commander for the day shift.

The End

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