I was exhausted by the time we finished on Thursday. Hank had ribbed me about my obsessive compulsive (anal retentive) behavior in trying to get my mom's house just perfect. "You are going to give yourself a heart attack!" he said, as he hugged me in the garage, after he congratulated me on how everything turned out.
"But, we may need to do another gig for Thomas, as I think we went a wee bit over budget."
Seeing my reaction to his comment, he said quickly, "Not that I don't totally agree with what WE are doing." He squeezed me tightly. "You are a wonderful son, and you have a wonderful mom."
He made me wipe my face before we could get in the car. We grabbed some chicken on the way home, so we could get ready for Charlie's arrival.
We sat around one of the rooms scarfing down dinner, while everyone tried to talk at once about what we should do tonight.
Bill was building up this elaborate plan for Harold to be our Master, and all the things we could do for him - give him a tongue bath, all six of us at once - All kneel down on all fours on the floor, presenting our asses for him to fuck, as he moved down the line - rub cum into every inch of his skin to make his skin more radiant, and glowing - have us eat our dinner off of his body - and more.
Harold was hard as a rock at each of the suggestions, and he kept pulling on his dick the more Bill talked.
Hank finally said, "Look, I am always the first one in on a good joke, but we are talking Harold, and we are talking `Mayberry' here, so let's get real. Do you really think that Charlie is going to believe this whole farce after he thinks about it?"
He looked at Harold, "I think you would be better off inviting Charlie into a room by yourself, explain the joke, and then get to know him. You might find out that he likes you for who you are, and you might find out that you have more in common than you think.
"We'll be over here in this room," Hank stated.
"Listening at the door," Bill quipped.
"WAITING for you if you need us," Hank spoke over Bill, and finished his sentence.
"You can introduce us, tell us to get lost, have us come in and let you have your way with us in front of Charlie, or whatever you want. But, I think you should be straight," he stopped, smiled, and continued, "Well, maybe that isn't the correct word." Everyone got it. "Just be yourself. Don't blow smoke up his ass, and you just might get a go at his ass!"
Harold blushed, thought about it, pulled on his dick, and then nodded. "I think you are right." His eyes filled up, "Look, I got myself into trouble the first time, by not admitting to who I am, and trying to be someone I wasn't, so I don't think I want to go there again."
Hank clapped him on the shoulder and said, "That a boy!" He ruffled Harold's hair, then leaned down and gave him a powerful kiss. "Now, get some clothes on and see if you can't get that thing to behave until Charlie gets here." Hank swatted Harold's dick. Harold gasped, and we all laughed at his expense.
He got up, went in the other room, got dressed, and then he closed the adjoining door.
Bill had to admit, "I think you gave him good advice, Hank, but I was looking forward to a little role-playing."
Hank squeezed his own dick and said, "You can role play on this all you want. I remember you could do really well at being the slave to me and the brothers when you wanted to!"
Bill smiled, "Like that time you had that girl over from your senior year social studies class, and you made me crawl around naked, bring you stuff from the kitchen. You even made me fuck myself with the huge dildo, and jerk off for her."
Hank was laughing, "Yeah, that was fun, but I don't think she liked it when I seemed to be enjoying fucking your ass!"
"'Seemed' to be enjoying! I think you WERE getting off on my tight ass, and the fact that she was watching you."
Hank smiled and said, "Yeah, she didn't talk to me much after that. And I sort of got a reputation for being a crazy sex fiend, after that."
Mike said, "You always had a reputation for being crazy, and a sex fiend. You would get naked at the drop of a hat . . . anywhere, and anyplace. And, you couldn't turn down a dare. You remember the time that Bill dared you to let him fuck you in the choir loft of the church?"
"You almost jumped over the railing when the organ blasted, when the guy started practicing," Bill said. "Sorry, I get the pun; I didn't mean it. But, organ blasting was what you were doing with my dick up your ass!"
"Maybe if I could have felt it, I would have. Now if it had been Matt's, I would have known that it was there!" Everyone was laughing, but when we heard the knock on the outside door, we all quieted down.
We heard Harold open the door, and Charlie saying, "Hi." Then it was quiet for a long time.
Matt whispered, "I wonder who is sucking whom?"
"Shhhh!" I said, not wanting to intrude on Harold's time with Charlie.
Hank had me tell the guy's about my mom, and how she had `gayed' up everything. I understood the point of me telling the story. It was to show my mom's acceptance of me and Hank. It did get a few laughs, especially about the warm and tingling lube she had provided.
It seemed it was an hour later when there was a knock on the connecting door.
"Come in," Mike called.
Harold came in with Charlie. Their clothes were a bit disheveled, so I assumed they had been up to something. I was happy for Harold.
"Charlie, this is Kyle and his asshole friends, I mean friends and family." He smiled. He introduced Charlie to each of us, and explained the relationships. Charlie stood back, and I noticed that he was holding Harold's hand.
I smiled, and looked at Harold. He was beaming, and I thought I was going to go all mushy again.
"So, you want to see all of us naked again?" Hank said, breaking the ice.
Charlie looked at Harold, and Harold said, "I think, if you don't mind, Charlie and I are going to spend a little more time getting to know each other." He smiled broadly, and said, "We are going to go to Charlie's apartment."
"Want to borrow some warming lotion?" Bill asked.
I punched him, and said, "Never mind. You two have fun, and I do mean fun!"
Bill called out, "Are you coming back here tonight, Harold?"
And Hank added, in a soft voice, "Or just cumin?"
"Asshole!"
"Fuck face!"
Harold looked at Charlie, and said, "No, I don't think so. If anything, I'll go home."
I doubted he would go home, and I doubted he would be getting much sleep tonight.
"So come over to mom's when you get up in the morning," I said.
"You mean when he gets it up, in the morning?" Bill asked, and earned an elbow from Will.
So we sorted out sleeping arrangements, and I ended up with Mike. He was like Hank in so many ways, but his voice was deeper, and he had a bit more hair on his chest than Hank.
In bed, with Hank and Matt in the other bed in our room, Mike stuck a lubed-up finger in my ass and asked, "Mind if I sample this?"
I pushed back on his finger and said, "No, not as long as you don't mind me sampling yours in the morning!" I heard Hank chuckle. "Just shut up over there! We aren't putting on a show for you!"
Meanwhile, Mike had spread more lube in my hole, and was slowly inserting his dick into my ass. It felt so good. It made me think about my whole lifestyle change. A year ago, I would have never thought I'd be in bed with my boyfriend's brother, with his dick up my ass. A boy friend! Brother's Dick! Up my ass! I squeezed down on his dick with my hole, and he sighed, as he buried his dick in my ass.
He very gently fucked me in slow, even strokes. There was no urgency, no slam bam, thank you ma'am . . . just a slow, loving fuck.
He kissed and nibbled at my neck. He chewed softly on my ear. He reached around and caressed my chest, and gently rubbed his thumb across my nipples.
He was turning me on in so many ways. It still amazed me how many sensuous places there are on a man.
I could feel the heat from his body building up, as he drew closer to climax. He knew just how to massage my prostate with the flare of his dick to drive me over the edge.
I was the one that began to move around in the bed in urgent need of release. "Relax, just go with it," he whispered in my ear, as he continued his ministrations on my ass.
It seemed like this went on for hours, as he touched places on me, blew his hot breath on my neck and ears, until finally I felt him push deep inside me and his dick expand. Then I felt the warmth of his cum filling me. At that, I lost it then, and the wave overwhelmed me.
He was cupping my dick, as I squirted his hand full of my own cum. He sighed into my back, rubbed my cum along my leg, snuggled in tightly, never removing his dick, and let us drift off to sleep.
I woke on Friday, to Mike sitting down on my dick. He had turned me on my back, lubed up my dick, and was sliding down it. He was facing me, and smiled when I opened my eyes.
I stretched, arched my back, and pushed into him. "Nice way to wake up!"
He smiled some more, and began working his ass up and down on my dick. I reached out and held his butt as he bounced on me. It felt so good! He was really clamping down on me. He was rubbing my chest, tweaking my nipples, and turning me on big time!
This was not going to be any slow, easy fuck; this was an action ride, a roller-coaster of sex. "Yeah, fuck me!" he said, in a deep husky voice.
I reached out and took his hot cock in one hand, and started jerking it. He gasped, and I saw his eyes roll up in his head. His breath was labored, and I knew he was fast approaching the point of no return. That pushed my buttons, and I guided his ass faster over my dick.
Then he gasped, and I gasped, and I exploded in him, and he exploded over me.
I was panting, as he lowered himself down to sit on my crotch. "Fucking great!" he said.
"Great fucking!" I heard Hank say. He and Matt were standing by the bathroom watching us. He smiled, and said, "So my lover likes my brother's ass!"
"Yeah, and I think he likes mine, as well," I said, pulling Mike down for a kiss. I loved the taste of him. A bit like Hank, but different.
He moved away from my mouth and said, "I think we better get a move on!" He leaned in, and gave me another deep kiss.
He hopped off of me, and headed towards the shower. "You better get in there and join him," Matt said, "before he uses up the last of the hot water."
I joined Mike in the shower, and we soaped each other up. There was laughter, as we each found ticklish spots on the other. He did a thorough job of cleaning up my crotch and crack. I reciprocated. Once we were all rinsed off, he turned me around, bent me over, spread my cheeks, and licked my ass. "Nice! I just wanted to tell it thank you!"
I laughed. We dried each other off and heard, "Okay, you homos, hurry up! We are going to breakfast this morning. And it's going to be a big breakfast!"
"Oh, so we aren't sucking you off then," Mike said, as he pulled on his shorts, t-shirt, and boat shoes.
We headed out, all cleaned up, sun glasses on, and looking like some guy's hometown entourage!
At the restaurant, everyone seemed to be in a celebratory mood. Harold showed up with Charlie, and Bill kept ribbing him about sharing his sausage with Charlie.
I was mid-laugh about some family story Hank was sharing, when I looked up and saw two of the guys from that guy Dwain's crowd. They strolled by our table like they owned the restaurant.
"Look, it's that faggot Kyle and his faggot friends." The tallest one sneered at me. He had long, shaggy hair, sunglasses, sagger shorts, and a black t-shirt from some band's name on it. Breed or Brass or something.
As one, everyone at our table, except me, stood and glared at the two. "I think the word you are looking for is gay . . . gay Kyle and his gay friends," Mike said, with a bit of a smile.
The guy started to open his mouth, when Bill said, "Do you want to join Dwain and his new best friends in jail?"
I swear the guy blanched at that. Someone at one of the tables nearby said, "Yeah, we don't want any of that hate language here in front of our children." I looked over and saw a man nod to me. He was with two children; a girl about 10, and a boy about 12, and probably the woman was his wife.
The manager came scurrying over and asked, "Is there a problem here?" He looked from the guy to our table.
Mike spoke and said, "No, sir, this gentleman was just getting a language lesson."
The manager looked at the guy. He shrugged, and motioned for his friend to follow him, and they left.
Hank clapped me on the shoulder. I was having mixed emotions at that point, because I was the focus of everyone in the restaurant. How did they know I was Kyle? And, second, seeing all of these guys, these friends, this family, come to my defense was powerful! Things were certainly different than they had been in high school.
I didn't need to fear those guys any more. I was my own man now, and I knew what I was. I was more confident in myself, and in who I was, who I am. I smiled.
I thought back to Hank's suggestion that we make one of those, "It gets better," videos for the Trevor Project. I knew now that we, and I meant we, would make one of those when we got back to college.
I know I would have liked to have known that in high school, and Harold definitely would have benefited from something like that.
I fought back my emotions. Hank was always kidding me about crying at the drop of a hat, but he liked the fact that I could be touched by people, things, and emotions in the world.
He leaned over, squeezed my shoulder, and whispered in my ear. "I love you, Kyle!"
Everyone sat down, and Mike said, "So, Charlie, are you going to eat Harold's sausage, or am I going to have to do it?" That brought laughter back to the table.
As we finished our meal, the man and his family passed me. He stuck out his hand and said, "You must be Kyle." I blushed.
"I just want you to know that I support you having a choice in your lifestyle, and that everyone should be treated equal." He shook my hand, and then said, "This is my daughter Angie, and my son Bryan."
"Nice to meet you Kyle," they both said, as they took my hand and shook it.
"Nice to meet you, Angie and Bryan," I said, a bit self-consciously.
The woman smiled at me, as they led the family away. I felt so strange by that incident. I had seen it happen to military men and women who were in uniform; families thanking them for their service.
Hank said, "He is trying to show his kids how to be accepting, and that everyone is the same, and should be treated the same."
I smiled at him. It was all so much.
After breakfast, we took two cars over to my mom's. Hank and I stopped to do some shopping, and sent the others on over to work on straightening up the garage.
We picked out an assortment of food for my mom. We wanted to stock the new fridge and freezer for her. Hank bought her some wine, candles, and bath salts. He said he was going to give it to her himself.
Back at the house, Hank and I went through the house, making sure everything was just right. The others had worked in the garage and the yard, getting everything cleaned up and organized.
I had to laugh; my mom would never be able to find anything again. I knew we would be getting calls asking us where things were.
By lunch time, everyone was a sweating, stinking mess. Hank wanted to hose everyone down in the backyard, but I knew he would want everyone naked, and I didn't think my mom's neighbors would appreciate that.
So we packed everyone up and headed back to the motel. The place looked deserted, so we quickly changed into swimsuits and headed out to the pool. Hank was still pulling on his suit, as he hopped towards the pool. Honestly, you couldn't keep clothes on the guy!
In the pool, there was horseplay to the max. Crotches were grabbed, suits pulled down, and water splashed at everyone. At one point, everyone ganged up on Charlie and stripped his swim suit off of him.
He took it quite well. Bill was saying, "Look, we have seen everyone else naked around here, except you. It's your turn!"
Charlie shook his butt, shaking his dick around, "Well, as long as I get to see the rest of you naked, I guess it will be okay!"
Matt said, "You said, 'as long,' which means you want to see mine, because it's the longest!"
"Well, you have to see it under the 'correct' (he made the little quotation marks with his fingers as he said that) circumstances, then," Bill quipped. He added, "And that is definitely cum stances!"
Everyone laughed. For a moment, everyone dropped their trunks and waggled their dicks around. We decided we better get back and get showered so we could be back to my mom's before she got home.
Back in the rooms, it was four people at a time in each shower, but we made Charlie switch between rooms, so everyone got a chance to touch him and he got a chance with everyone else.
I had to laugh, because everyone definitely "rose" to the occasion. Charlie seemed to be relaxed around all the naked, horny men, and it seemed like that would be a good thing for Harold. I hoped that the two of them would get to know each other, and have a chance to really share, not only about themselves, but their lives as well. Just like Hank and I had. Maybe Charlie could be Harold's Hank.
Charlie pronounced Matt as definitely the biggest, but he surprised everyone by nearly swallowing the whole thing! "Damn, that man has had practice!" Mike exclaimed.
"And, he is good, too!" Harold said, blushing, as he stroked his own cock while watching Charlie sample Matt's dick. Charlie batted his eyes and slurped on Matt cock. Matt was gasping soon, and Bill started chanting, "Facial! Facial!"
Silly me, it took a moment to get what he wanted. But, soon, Matt pulled out of Charlie's eager mouth, and started pumping out loads of cum all over his face.
A cheer went up from the shower, and everyone came running in from the other room to see what was going on. They arrived in time to see Charlie licking cum off of the corners of his mouth, then wiping up the remainder, and licking his fingers clean.
"Going to have to find out what riding that thing is like!" Charlie said, as he stood up and dunked his head under the shower again.
"Not until I get a chance at yours!" Harold said.
"Hey, share!" Mike said.
"You mean the woman with the necklace tattoo on her arm?" Harold said. I had heard this joke before and appreciated Harold's humor.
"Hey, guys, the water's getting cold!" he said. Once the water was off, everyone was drying everyone. I had Charlie's back, and Harold was doing mine.
Then we turned front to front, and Harold was really working on my crotch. Not that Sir Everhard wasn't ready to come out and play, but we needed to get over to my mom's.
So with wet hair, we piled back into the two cars, and headed on over. "Hey, these aren't my shorts!" Will said.
"I think they are mine," Charlie said. They proceeded to change shorts in the car, which brought all the grab-assing, and touching, so that they were both nearly hard by the time we arrived and they were zipping up their shorts.
At the house, I wandered around, being fidgety. Hank finally had to say. "Sit down, or I'll give you something to sit on!"
It didn't even make sense, but it got me laughing!
I sat down and tried to listen, as Charlie told Harold the plans he had for Harold. Everyone laughed, but I couldn't concentrate. My heart was thundering in my chest, until I thought it was going to burst, and I was sure Hank could hear it, sitting next to me.
Just as my knee started to bounce, and Hank was about to lose it, we heard the garage door go up. "Hide!" I said, in a loud whisper.
Everyone scurried from the room to find a spot. I heard my mother saying, "Those boys have straightened up the garage and the front yard. I just know, ..."
"Surprise!" I yelled, and then everyone followed. I looked at my mom and saw the startled look on her face, and thought she was going to have a heart attack.
"Mom, it's okay!" I said, rushing to her side. She opened her eyes, scanned the room, and saw all the people, smiled, and meekly said, "Hi."
The guys laughed. "Mom, didn't mean to scare you, but we did want to surprise you," Hank said.
"Well, you certainly did that!" She scanned the group of guys again, and said, "And who are all of these boys, I mean men?"
I laughed and said, "I'll introduce you in a minute, but what I DO want you to do is look around you."
She looked me in the face with a questioning look. Then she turned and started looking around the place. Her eyes got wide and her mouth made a big "O," and, again, I thought she was going to faint.
"What did you do?" she said, and started exploring. "Oh my!" I would hear her say. Then "Oh, my!" She went from room to room, and the words echoed through the house, until finally there was an "OH MY GOD!"
She ran back into the living room and, with tears in her eyes, said, "How did you do this?" She stuttered, "How, I mean, when, I mean, who, I mean, how?"
I took her into my arms and hugged her, and Hank joined in. "I, I mean we, just wanted to make things a little better for you, Mom," I said, almost overcome with emotions, as I saw the joy on her face and the emotion on Hank's.
She held her hand against her chest and said, "I have to go through and really look now." She grabbed Hank's and my hands, and drug us towards the kitchen. Looking over her shoulder, she said, "You all just stay here; I'll be back in a bit."
In the kitchen, she would hold on to my hand, and open the fridge, and then hold Hank's hand while she admired the stove and the microwave. "Oh, my!" she said, after opening the cabinets, and then the dishwasher.
She grabbed our hands and went back into the living room, stopping at the dining room/breakfast nook for an "Oh, my!"
The guys moved to the dining room, to let her get a good look at the room. "Oh, my! The colors. They are so wonderful!" She squeezed my hand, and I could tell she was squeezing Hank's as well.
"And the furniture!" She released my hand, and rubbed her's across the sofa back. "So soft!"
"Microfiber," Hank said.
She pulled us down the hall, stopping at the guest room, my bedroom, the bathroom, and finally her room.
"How did you guy's do this?" she asked, looking at us both with tear-filled eyes. "Did you do something illegal to get this?" She looked at the LCD TV in her bedroom. "Is this stuff hot?"
Hank stifled a laugh, "No, mom, it's not hot." Then looking at me, he said, "But your son certainly is!"
"Hank!" I said.
"No, really, boys, how did you do this?" She looked around again. "Does it all have to go back in the morning?"
Hank pulled her in close and said, "Mom," and his eyes welled up looking into her emotion-filled face, "Kyle and I had a little project with the art department that gave us some money. And, we decided that you needed some things to make your life a little easier."
He guided her down to the guest room. "We have you all set up with a MacBook, and that means you will be able to Face Time with us any time you want." He saw the look on her face. "It means that we can talk to each other, and see each other at the same time!"
"Oh, that means, I'll have to have makeup on when I call you!" she said, very concerned.
"Well, it means Kyle will have to put on some clothes when you call, too!"
"Hank!" I said.
She laughed and looked between us. "You two horndogs!"
"Mom!" I said, and Hank was busting a gut laughing.
"I think she has heard about you," Hank said.
He looked at her again, as she looked around the little office we had built. "This is really special. I really wanted to get caught up with the 21st century, and this will help."
Aunt Maude was peeking around the corner, and chimed in, "And I can help you. Harold has taught me a lot about the internet, social networking, Facebook, and everything!"
Oh shit! I thought; my mom on Facebook. Look out world!
"You boys shouldn't have. You need the money for your school, books, and stuff."
Hank smiled, and said, "Oh, no worries there. If we need any more, I'll just pimp out Kyle again, and we'll be all set!"
"Hank!" I said, then added, "Not to mention the amount of money you bring in!"
Mom looked back and forth between us. Hank started to say, "You see, mom, we were in this art show, ..."
"And let's just leave it right there!" I said, not ready for my mom to hear about our exploits at the art show.
"Okay," she said, patting us both on the backs, "you two are the best sons a mother could ask for." It got to me that she called Hank her son, as well.
Back in the living room, I introduced everyone to mom. "You mean, that Will is not one of Hank's, Mike's, and Bill's brothers? He looks so much like you three, it's amazing."
And there was no difficultly explaining to mom that Bill and Will were together, as were Mike and Matt. She took it in stride, and didn't even blink.
And, Charlie - both mom and Aunt Maude made a big fuss over him. Harold blushed to the tip of his ears, when they started going on about what a handsome man Charlie is, and where did they meet, and how long had they been "together."
Hank laughed and said, "Whoa, there, ladies; they just began to get acquainted. Let's let them get past the first couple of dates before you start planning the wedding!"
There was a chorus of "Hank!" from several people.
Mom wanted to fix dinner for everyone, but we insisted on taking her out to dinner with everyone. "Oh, and how was the spa?" Hank asked.
"Lordy, it was just so amazing! All the gels, and oils, and stuff they had; I had never seen so many things!" Aunt Maude exclaimed.
Mom laughed and said, "Yes, I had this chocolate thing, and I thought at first they wanted me to eat it, but they spread it all over me!" I was so hungry for chocolate by the time we finished, we had to go find a sundae shop immediately." I loved her choice of words.
Something was said about sleeping arrangements, and mom insisted that Hank and I stay with her and share her new home with her. So we agreed to pick up our stuff on the way back from the restaurant.
Dinner was a great fun event. Hank had found this family style Italian restaurant, so everyone had to talk, or at least ask, to have things passed, in order to eat.
Wine was served around, and the waiter wasn't too particular in checking IDs. So I was getting pleasingly mellow, when someone said something about how much money we had gotten for the show. I said, "Oh, a couple of thousand," not wanting to boast.
"It was $35,000," Hank said, smiling. I could tell he was enjoying his wine as well, or he knew I was enjoying mine, because I didn't contradict him. "And we were told we could earn that as many times as we wanted. All we had to do was make love in front of hundreds of strangers."
Laughter went around the table, and I was so glad he said make love' instead of have sex or fuck.' But then it sank in what he said. I looked at my mom, and she was smiling, but with a quizzical look on her face.
"You mean you were paid that kind of money just so someone could film the two of you in bed?"
Bill piped in, "No, Mrs. Thompson, it wasn't video. It was live, in an art exhibit."
"Oh," she said, and then added, "You guys must be good!" Which brought out a huge guffaw, and I choked on my wine, and sputtered.
"They are!" Harold said, and his mom and my mom looked at him, like WTF!
"Okay, enough about that," I said, and took another big gulp of wine, and smiled.
Mom must have been enjoying her wine, because she said, "Oh, let me get that art dealer's name, so when I need a new car, I can call him and get you two scheduled for another round!" Hank almost spit out his wine at that!
On the way home, we stopped at the motel, picked up our stuff, and headed back to my mom's. The bedroom was so new and so different, that it might have been a hotel room. And I guess I was even looser than I realized, because when Hank and I went across to the bathroom, we were naked. I heard, "Nice butts there, boys!" from my mom, and Hank had to clamp his hand over his mouth to keep from giggling.
In the bathroom, he said, "Told you she wouldn't mind!"
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