The following is a work of fiction and is the property of the author. If you are looking to get off quick, read something else. This story is presented in serial form and you'll read background, before you get any mind-blowing sex scenes. If you are bothered by same sex relationships, read no farther. This is a story about the interaction of males with each other in a fictional setting. It's a story with some sex, not sex with some story.
I do not usually acknowledge e-mails, instead using my time to write. I do appreciate hearing from you. Hope that you have enjoyed the addition of the sequel to this story. LJB
(P.S. - To those of you brave enough to admit it in your notes, I too cried writing the first part of chapter 3 and still can't read it without tearing up.)
Loving Tyler's Dad - 2.2
CHAPTER 6
It was hot. For a September evening it was truly unusually hot. It was bad enough for the men who were going to be wearing formal tuxedos, but the usual light fabrics used in their construction was nothing compared to the dress uniforms which we were wearing to the Fireman's Ball. Just the thought of it made me start to sweat. At least I could jump into a nice cool shower just before the time came for me to dress and leave.
"Hey, Pop." Ryan bellowed as he zoomed through the front door, slamming it behind him.
"I'm in my room." I responded.
You would swear that boy's feet were at least two feet long and a foot wide and shod with horse shoes from the clomp, clomp as he came up the stairs to the second floor and down the hall to my bedroom. It always provided a surprise for me when I took a few minutes and really looked at him. He grew and changed so much it's a wonder I recognized him from month to month.
Soon to be 13, Ryan was 5'3" of skin and bones with the trace of sinew and a few muscles holding him together. His whitish blonde hair, fair complexion and dark blue eyes highlighted his handsome face and made him swell with pride every time he was told he looked just like his father. In a year or two as he filled out more he would have the broad shoulders and thick chest like mine and he might in time even rival my 6'3".
As I lay out the pieces of my uniform on my bed he sprawled on the other side of it.
"Pop, do you think we might get a swimming pool some day ? he wanted to know. "It sure would be nice on days like this when it's really hot. You could swim in it when you came home from work and I could ask some friends to come and swim with us. It seems like a good idea to me, Pop. What do you think ?
"I think we've had this discussion before." I replied. "Pools take quite a bit of care, but seeing as you're getting to be older now and could help, we might consider it, maybe for next Spring. We'll talk about it again, after we've looked around to see what is available and how much it will cost."
"Gee, Pop. You really mean it ?" he enthused. "That would really be great."
"Of course if we did get a pool," I said, "we would have to consider it your birthday present and Christmas present and graduation present and son' day present and........"
"You had me goin' til you hit son's day', Pop." he laughed. "You were serious about the pool though, weren't you ?"
"I was serious about the pool." I assured him. "And just for the record, Buster, every day is son's day." I reached over and grabbed his belly lightly causing him to squirm and bellow. He is one really ticklish dude. "Okay, I have to get a nice cool shower and then dress for the Dinner." I sat on the end of the bed and untied my shoes. After slipping them and my socks off, I caught the hem of my T-shirt and lifted it over my head. Rising and throwing it on the chair against the wall, I turned back and found my naked son standing by the edge of the bed waiting patiently.
"It's a little early for you to be getting ready for bed, isn't it ?" I asked.
"I'm going to have a cool shower with you. Please, Pop," he pleaded. I nodded my head and laughed as he went charging into my bathroom.
I thought about how he use to do this when he was smaller. Neither Danny nor I could ever get into the shower either alone or together without Ryan. The odd occasion we tried, he would stand pounding at the bathroom door screaming at the top of his lungs. We had to let him in before the neighbours called the police over the ruckus he would make. If we wanted a private shower it had to be well after Danny was in bed and asleep for the night. He really wasn't being naughty, he just established his right of access to us early and was not about to give it up. That right was exercised continual until he was about six, returned for almost a year after Danny's death and then had become occasional since then. His call interrupted my thoughts.
"Come on, Pop. I'm waiting for you." he called.
I made my way into the bathroom and found him waiting impatiently.
"Are we shaving ?" he wanted to know.
"Do you think we need to ?" I questioned, watching him rub his chin carefully feeling for any trace of fur as he peered sharply into the mirror.
"Awe, come on, Pop. Did you know I got hair under my arm ?" he asked. He lifted his arm turning so his pit was open to me. I stared at the smooth skin trying to see what it was he was showing me. "It's right there he said, impatiently." Maybe it was, but I couldn't see anything.
"Oh, ya." I said, feeling discretion was called for. Ryan was definitely well into puberty. I noticed a few minutes ago in the bedroom his scrotum and testicles had grown significantly and there was a puff of blonde hair sitting over his slightly larger penis. He had not felt any specific need to talk to me about these changes, but then I had prepared him for them before anything had started to happen to him. "I see, right here." I stuck my finger in the pit and wiggled it. He howled in response and ducked away from me.
"No fair." he giggled.
I stepped up to the sink and prepared to shave. He stepped up next to me. My normal five minute routine took about 20 minutes as Ryan insisted on making certain he had the closest and smoothest possible shave. Ryan has been very lucky with a lack of acne and takes care of his appearance carefully, so although this wasn't the best of timing, I considered it a worthwhile lesson and worthy of my close attention.
When we hit the shower the coolness of the water was so refreshing and stimulating it revitalized me, so the yet to come evening activities did not seem so foreboding as previously had been anticipated. Ryan was dried and dressed before me and I must admit the shorts and light shirt he wore made me wistful for a quiet night on the patio with a cold beer and no shirt. Collecting my resolve I finished dressing and prepared to endure the worst.
"You ready to go ?" I called out to Ryan. "I have to get a move on and I still need to drop you at Randy's house." Ryan was spending the night at his friend's house and I was to drop him off.
"Ready, Pop." he advised me as he came down the stairs two at a time. He had his overnight bag with him.
"You got everything this time ?" I questioned. "Tooth brush, pajamas, slippers, clothes for tomorrow."
"Yup. I'm sure." he guaranteed me. I locked the front door behind us. "Wait, I forgot the pop and chips." I locked the front door again after the necessities of Saturday overnights were obtained and we were off.
CHAPTER 7
Nancy had always been a distinguished looking woman. Tall, not overweight, but also no spindly model, about 55 years old, glasses and a nice dresser. Tonight she put that impression of her totally to rest. Tonight she was gorgeous. Elegant was the first word to come into my mind when I saw her. She had her hair done professionally, her dress and cape were designer name and her makeup had to be studio applied. I asked a jeweler we knew to supply her with a delicate diamond tiara and she was perfect to reign over the Fireman's Ball. I was honoured to be escorting her and felt certain my attendance would be completely overshadowed by her presence, an idea much to my liking.
The limousine brought her to the house before I left so Tyler could share in seeing Nancy at her finest. I met the vehicle when it arrived and escorted her up the walk and into the house. I believe the appreciation of her appearance by Tyler was the compliment most welcomed by Nancy all night. We left for the Hotel at 7:30 and made our entrance 10 minutes before the Dinner was scheduled to commence. I noted there was a small group of Senior Fire Officers congregated outside the Ballroom entry when we arrived and they appeared to be waiting for someone.
I presented our invitations at the door and we were asked to wait for a moment. The entry attendant went over to the group of men I had noticed and spoke briefly to them, causing them to turn and look in our direction.
"Oh, oh." I whispered to Nancy. "We've been spotted."
"Don't worry." she whispered back. "Justin was a big contributor. They just want to size you up and see if they can look to you for the same support. I expect they'll be very nice to you tonight. They don't know what to expect."
As we were speculating the group moved over to us. A distinguished, middle aged gentleman stepped forward.
"Mr. Roth. I'm Fire Chief Wilson Dennis." he announced as he extended his hand.
"I'm pleased to meet you, Chief." I responded taking his hand and shaking it. "I would like to introduce my friend, Ms. Nancy Davidson." Pleasantries were exchanged as the Chief introduced the three Fire Inspectors who accompanied him.
"We have taken the liberty of seating Captain Troy Marshall at your table." he commented. "He is the Director and Head Instructor of Search and Rescue. I felt if you had some interest in one of the programs which will be mentioned tonight, he would be able to provide details for you and your friends."
"Thank you for your consideration, Chief." I said. "I'm sure he will do an excellent job for you tonight."
"May I escort Ms. Davidson to your table, Sir ?" the Chief requested. I looked to Nancy and she nodded. I stepped back and the Chief came forward and offered her his arm.
I followed them into the Ballroom accompanied by the Inspectors. The entry was to the rear of the room and we walked an aisle along the outside wall. We appeared to be headed for the front of the room and I realized the table assigned to our group was near if not at the front. The room itself was very large and ornate crystal chandeliers hung from the two story high ceilings. There must have been 100 tables set out for 12 guests each with formal tableware and china at each seat. That would be 1200 seats and I swear there must have been at least that many people. The din in the room was almost deafening.
As we neared the front of the room I could see our friends gathered around a table. There were two empty chairs remaining and seated beside one of the empty chairs was a Fire Officer. His back was toward our approach. I could see he was tall from the height of his shoulders and head above the back of the chair. I could also see he had blonde hair which was quite noticeable on the head which was slightly above most of the other seated people. When we arrived, the Chief stood to one side, so Nancy and I were directly behind the seated Officer.
"Ms. Davidson and Mr. Roth," the Chief said, "I would like to introduce Captain Troy Marshall." As the Chief spoke the man turned as he rose from his seat and the first look I got of him was his eyes. I stared into those dark blue eyes. Justin's eyes. I saw Justin's form standing before me.
"It could have been the heat." someone said in the distance. The din of the Ballroom had disappeared and it was cooler than it had just been.
"He's coming round." a distinctive bass voice announced.
"Davis, are you all right ?" Nancy's voice sounded distressed. "I'm sorry Captain, you're going to have to go over there and let me talk to him." I opened my eyes. I was laying on a bed, no longer in the Ballroom. "Davis, speak to me." Nancy demanded. She sat on a chair beside the bed.
"What happened ?" I asked as Nancy's face focused into my view. "What are we doing here ?"
"You fainted." Nancy said. "You were shocked and you passed out. I nearly fainted too."
"Justin." I called. "I saw Justin."
"No, Davis. You didn't" Nancy assured me. "You saw Captain Marshall. The resemblance is quite remarkable. And shocking." I tried to sit up, but a large, very strong hand rested on my shoulder.
"Please lay still for a few minutes, Mr. Roth." the bass voice counseled me. "Your blood pressure took a dive and you need to just let it level out again." I heeded the voice. I had always heeded that voice.
"Davis, I'm going to move and Captain Marshall is going to sit here." Nancy told me. "He needs to take your pressure again. Now don't be too startled." Nancy got up and moved out of my line of view.
"Thank you, Ms. Davidson." the voice said. "Please call me Troy. I look around each time you say Captain Marshall to see if my father just arrived." As he spoke, Troy moved into the seat Nancy had vacated. My eyes were fixed on his chest. I slowly looked up and gasped without realizing it when I saw his face.
"You are different," I observed after staring for a moment, "but at first glance it is really shocking." While I had been looking at him he had pumped up the cuff on my arm and taken another pressure reading.
"It's back to normal now, Sir." Troy stated. "How be you let me help you sit up ?" He wrapped his big hands around my upper arms and lifted me into a sitting position. "How does that feel ?"
"I think I'm fine now, thank you." I told him. My eyes swept over him. The broad shoulders, massive chest, narrow waist and long legs. Without thinking I glanced at his crotch. The dark navy blue uniform pants betrayed nothing, but I could tell it was well packed. I glanced up to his face again and he had been watching my gaze. He turned slightly pink. Quickly my eyes went to the floor and I noticed immediately his size 13 shoes.
"I've got a dozen pair of shoes at home that might interest you, Captain." I muttered softly.
"What was that, Sir ?" he questioned.
"I'm sorry." I responded. "Just my mind wandering. And Troy, please call me Davis." I started to reattach the studs in the front of my shirt which had been opened while I was unconscious.
"I'll help you with those, Davis." the familiar voice said. Troy reached over and helped.
"Have we missed the dinner ?" I asked, realizing Nancy was still sitting at the end of the bed patiently guarding me as she had so often.
"Likely. We've been here a little over an hour." Troy replied. "I'm sure we can rustle up three meals somewhere."
"How be the three of us go up to the roof top restaurant and see what they can feed to some hungry people ?" I suggested. We all agreed and Troy went to tell the Chief where we were headed.
"I'm sorry I ruined your Ball, Nancy." I apologized. "I promise I will make it up to you, even if it means I have to go to two more of these things as penance."
"Don't worry, Davis." Nancy answered. "They're lucky both of us didn't wink out on them. I was so stunned I couldn't speak. And then when you keeled over. You might have really hurt yourself if Troy hadn't caught you going down. That man has good reactions and reflexes. I'll bet he's dynamite in bed."
"You're the Belle of the Ball." I urged her. "Maybe you can get him to take you home and stay for a nightcap."
"I thought you guys had a sense about these things." she responded. "Gaydar. You should have seen the way he looked at you. It's not me who has a chance tonight."
"I think you have getting me a date stuck on your mind." I laughed. "You better check those signals again, or you might miss out on a good deal."
"Mark my words, fella." she wagged her finger at me. "That man is going to focus on you and you're going to love it." Troy stuck his head back in the door and told us everything was all set.
The three of us had a wonderful dinner at the hotel's finest restaurant. The conversation flowed and in part due to Nancy's carefully phrased questions to each of us we talked about our lives, our boys and our partners. I spoke of things about Justin which I had not planned to discuss and I am sure Troy did the same about Danny. There was an instant trust and security shared among us and there was no hesitation to express feelings which had remained buried until these moments. It was an unusual experience for me in interacting with friends. And we were. In the brief time we had known Troy he had become a friend.
After we finished eating we returned to the Ball and our other friends at the large banquet table. Troy and I kept Nancy busy dancing, but also had time to sit talking in the noisy, happy gathering while the Chief and Inspector Robinson invited her to the dance floor.
"We missed the presentation program and the outline of our charity programs." Troy semi-shouted to me over the noise which surrounded us. "The Chief will be disappointed I didn't influence your donation to the programs."
"Well, maybe we should get together again so you can take a crack at it." I yelled back. "We won't tell him I have our donation cheques in my pocket and he'll be pleased they are substantially increased from prior years." He looked at me intensely. I guess he had become accustomed to my periodic staring at him.
"Come to the house for Brunch and swimming tomorrow." I suggested. "Two o'clock and bring your son." He nodded his agreement without any hesitation.
I was glad Tyler was away for the night as I dragged myself in the house at 4:a.m., thinking at least I might have a chance to sleep in `til noon before the clomping of his feet warned of his approach. I dropped my clothes by the side of my bed and slid between the cool cotton sheets. The heat had finally dipped and the slight breeze flowing in through my bedroom window was actually cooling. I threw the sheet back enjoying the refreshing airflow caressing my body and I thought about this night's events.
I had met a man who made me stop and think. No one had done that since Danny. This man was intelligent, charming, interesting, entertaining and handsome as hell. I had really enjoyed every moment of this evening, even taking care of him when he passed out. Catching him when he fainted and carrying him to the First Aid Room had been more than a responsibility of my job, it had seemed my right, as if no one else had any business tending to him. I was drawn to this man since the first time our eyes met.
Danny had always said he knew we were destined for each other when our eyes met. Is this what I was feeling now ? Was there some cosmic plan which destined Davis Roth and me to be friends or even more ? Was I fighting this because we both still had vivid recall of two departed lovers in our lives, or because I'm afraid to risk again on a relationship ? And what about Davis. Was he going to be afraid too ? His loss was so much more recent than mine and yet he'd implied he wanted to establish a friendship with me.
As I thought about these things my hand moved unconsciously to my hard cock which was bobbing above my belly and stroked it gently. The extra skin had pulled back from the head and the large, deep red head was drooling fluid onto my belly. I scooped the fluid with my finger, placing it back on the head and smoothing it around causing my toes to curl from the sensation. Grasping the full 9" of steely beam with both hands I stroked firmly. My orgasm was on me before I was nearly prepared. My back arched and my feet pointed down as my breathing shortened and then ceased. As jet after jet streamed forth from me I closed my eyes tightly.
"Oh Davis, Davis." I muttered. My breathing started again and my body relaxed as I settled from one of the strongest climaxes I've ever experienced. Slowly as my mind settled I realized for the first time in over 10 years I had climaxed with someone else in mind other than my beloved Danny. I had just gotten off with my thoughts filled by Davis Roth. That was my final recollection as I drifted into the oblivion of deep sleep.
"Hey, Pop." Ryan's voice pierced the thick curtain of my slumber. "Your friend's up. Are you going to rise too ? It was the giggle at the end of his statement which really made me take notice.
"You talk like you think I've never seen you with a boner in the morning." I grumbled at him without opening my eyes.
"Ya, maybe," he replied, "but you've never seen Randy and his Mom with one." My eyes shot open as I sat straight up and looked around to see if Randy and his Mother were standing in the room. "That one worked." Ryan shouted triumphantly and made a hasty exit from my room laughing maniacally.
Through the fog in my mind I made one clear mental note to kill him later.
"Hey, Ryan." I yelled. "Don't go far. We're going out for Brunch at two o'clock and you'll need your bathing suit." I swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat on the edge momentarily. I caught a glimpse of Ryan sneaking up to my doorway, making sure I wasn't laying in wait to get him.
"Are you serious ?" he asked from the door. I nodded. "Well it's 1:30 already." My eyes shot to the clock and verified what he had said.
"Panic time." I yelled. "He said it was informal, but I don't think he meant unshaven. Get clean clothes on, face and hands washed, teeth brushed, hair combed and you better put some deodorant on the hair you say you have under your arm if it hasn't fallen out by now." He gave me a really disgusted look before he took off to get ready.
We were ready and out the door in 5 minutes. I knew the neighbourhood where Davis had said they lived, but it had always struck me as a nice middle class area, not an upscale, rich peoples' fancy homes location. When we arrived at the address it was a nice house, not a lot different from ours. The homes were all pretty standard 30 to 40 year old construction and there didn't appear to be anything special about any of them. It wasn't exactly what I had expected someone who the Chief considered "wealthy" to live in. I parked on the street in front of the house and we walked up and knocked on the door. After a minute it was opened, not by a butler or servant, but by Davis Roth, himself.
It was a wonderful afternoon. Ryan and I were the only guests other than Nancy and I came to realize she was somewhat of a fixture around the house. We met Tyler and he and Ryan hit it off almost as quickly as Davis and I had. The Brunch was excellent and Davis admitted he had it catered. He said he couldn't cook like that if his life depended on it. The back yard of the house was beautifully landscaped and contained a medium size swimming pool which the boys played in while the adults lounged in a conversation area. Davis was so much more relaxed in his home setting that in many ways he was even more than the man I met last night.
Nancy casually mentioned to me about last night being the first social outing Davis had attended since Justin's death. She also noted this afternoon was the first entertaining he had done and he had been all nerves making sure everything was just the way he wanted it. The nerves had passed by the time we arrived and he relaxed totally as we visited and talked. Nancy was a real gem. At just the right times she would go and check on the boys, or play with them for awhile and leave us alone to talk.
"Troy, I have something I need to say to you." Davis stated at one point when we were alone. "I'm not very good at this, so please be patient with me. We have known each other only a few hours, but I feel very drawn to you."
"Davis, I think you're a very nice person," I said, "but I can't be Justin for you." He thought carefully before he spoke.
"I really do know that." Davis replied. "It was very hard to separate the two of you when we first met, but I've done that now. It's Troy Marshall I would like to meet again, if you are interested in keeping a friendship going. I don't have many close friends, but I think you would be one. Now I've met you, I don't want it to end."
"I appreciate you telling me, Davis," I replied, "and to be really honest, I feel a strong attraction to you, too. We have a lot to learn about each other, but if you are willing I would like to spend some time together learning, with and without our boys."
"You just said what I was going to." he responded. "We are going to need some time on our own to talk. Would you be available for dinner together sometime this week."
"That's fine." I replied. "How about tomorrow evening ?"
"I was hoping you'd say that." he answered. "I'll pick you up at 7 o'clock." I agreed.
The rest of the afternoon went quickly. We swam and played with the boys and we all had a good time. Nancy watched us, but refused to come near the water saying something about her hair having to last for a month after what she paid for it. We ended up staying for supper as well and into the early evening. Grilled hamburgs were on the menu and we all pitched in to make the preparations easy. Tyler had three or four of the neighbourhood boys in for a swim and Ryan made some new friends. They all seemed to have a good time and when we left all the boys, including Tyler were asking when Ryan would return.
As we were saying our `good byes', Davis handed me three cheques which I glanced at. They were all made out to the Fire Fighters' Charities. One was from the Justin Forbes Remembrance Fund for $100,000 The second was a donation from Ms. Nancy Robinson in the amount of $50,000 and the last was drawn on the account of Davis Roth for $500,000. I was the one who appeared stunned now. I had arrived here understanding he was "wealthy", but it had just become unimportant when we were together. Davis must have noticed my hesitation and anticipated the thoughts I was having.
"You should know right off, Troy," he stated, "I have a lot of money. We try not to let it effect our lives more than necessary. I hope it isn't going to effect you either." I realized the only thing that had changed in the last few moments was my perception of Davis' wealth. I was not going to let this be an issue.
"Well, I'll tell you Davis," I replied, "I just decided who was going to pick up the check for dinner tomorrow." We looked at each other and started to laugh.
CHAPTER 8
Christmas was just around the corner. Troy and I had been seeing each other for a couple months now. It's really strange describing it as "seeing each other". We were friends. Very close friends, but none the less, friends. We were together almost every day and if we didn't see one another then we were on the phone to each other three or four times. We were having an asexual romance. We were intimate. We shared confidences, we had grown to trust each other, we had even grown to anticipate each other in many ways. But there was nothing physical. There was no physical intimacy. I could, speaking for my side, certify there was desire. There was even lust, but only alone, in the privacy of my own mind and bedroom.
And why was it like this ? For my part it was fear. And guilt. I was afraid if I pushed the physical intimacy issue Troy would run. I couldn't lose him, he was far too important to me. And there was still the guilt, as if my having a physical relationship with someone was being unfaithful to Justin. It didn't matter he had wished for me to go on with my life, I still could not get past my own guilt. Then too, I had never had relations with any other man. Justin was my one and only and when you've had the best, anything else is a risk.
Everything else in our relationship was ideal. We enjoyed each other's company and conversation. Many of our interests and views turned out to be alike and the things we didn't agree on we respected the other's opinion about. Our son's had become practically `Best Friends', the two year difference in their age seeming to present no discernible problems.
"Dad, I can't decide on Ryan's Christmas present." I was informed the other day. "I thought he should have a Trust Portfolio like I have, but I don't know whether to give him an office building or an apartment building."
We settled on a new baseball glove. The money issue had not presented too much of an obstacle for all of us. Tyler was not use to getting extravagances and his tastes and expectations fit in well with Ryan's. They each realized what an occasional big splurge' was when something special was happening and my Christmas present to everyone this year was considered a big splurge'. The day after Christmas we were all going to Walt Disney World near Orlando, Florida, for the remainder of the Christmas holidays. Troy never even batted an eye about my paying for this.
It was a week before Christmas. On the previous weekend Troy and Ryan had been over to the house for the day and evening and Ryan was staying overnight with Tyler. The boys had gone to bed. Troy and I were busy for an hour wrapping some presents and sticking them away to later be placed under the tree. We had moved onto the couch in the den and were sitting watching the remaining embers of a small fire in the fireplace.
"I love you." I stated as I sat half turned on the couch looking at Troy's handsome face, lit by the glow from the fire place.
"I love you, too." he replied automatically, not really thinking about what was being said, as the shimmer of the heated glow partially hypnotized him.
"Troy," I said forcefully and he turned his head toward me, "I love you." He looked at me intensely studying my face and searching my eyes.
"When Danny and I first made love with each other," he told me, "it was the seal to our relationship. He knew at that point we would be together and when we finished, I knew it too. I feel that way about us."
"In the first two days Justin and I were together, he had me make love with him." I explained. "It was seven months before I asked him to make love with me, it took me that long to be sure we should be together and I really wanted him to possess all of me. I would like you to make love with me tonight. I want you to possess all of me." I slid the short distance between us on the couch and wrapping my arms around his neck, kissed him. And he kissed me back. It was a gentle, inviting kiss which alerted us to the feelings and needs we were each experiencing.
"We have two things which remain a potential obstacle between us." I advised him. "These must be resolved before we can share each other totally. The first is money."
"Well, I have a small savings account and I own my own home." Troy stated mockingly. "I also have a steady job, so we can count on my income."
"Be serious Troy, we have to reach an understanding." I scolded him. "I spent my whole time with Justin and never had the slightest idea or cared how much money he had. Very early in our relationship he removed the problem of money from my life, making me totally financially independent from him. He told me he didn't want me to ever have to come and ask him for anything I did not wish to, but I could always expect his love. I'm giving you a Christmas present early. This is my pledge of independence for you." I handed him an envelope and indicated he should open it.
"I don't know if I like this." Troy grumbled as he tore open the envelope. Inside was a bank book. "You're giving me a bank account ?"
"This is yours no matter what happens between us from here on." I declared. "Whether we go on together, or we don't, this is for you and Ryan." Troy opened the account book very slowly. His face showed the traces of a number of emotions as he stared at the balance.
"How can you do this ?" he finally asked with annoyance in his voice. "This is like buying me."
"The point is just the opposite." I explained. "You have not been bought. You can get up and walk out of here right now and never speak to, or see me again and the money is still yours. Or you can stay and be loved by me forever and the money stays the same. The choice is yours now and always will be. You can never again have a thought you ever are with me because of money, you are as independent as I am."
"Hell, I hate to spoil your program here, but you could have bought me for a lot less than this." he teased.
"The only price I was interested in," I told him, "was the same one you get me for. FREE."
"How would you feel about a soak in our hot tub before bed ?" I asked. He looked at me curiously, but nodded his agreement.
In my bedroom we started to undress each other. It felt a little strange. In the few months we had been together as friends, we had not actually seen each other fully naked. After Troy peeled down my pants and shorts he took a step back and looked at me. I was boned up and rather than finding his gaze romantic, I found I was somewhat embarrassed. Forgoing my opportunity to remove his trousers, I turned and headed to the hot tub to turn on the air jets. Troy finished undressing himself.
Troy was first into the tub and as he entered I had my opportunity to view his magnificent body in all its splendor. Unconsciously, I found myself comparing him to Justin. I guess it was natural as he was the only other man I had studied intimately. Troy seemed bigger than I remembered Justin. His chest and abdomen had the same flat, smoothness, but Troy's had a covering of soft, blonde fur across his pecs and down his rock hard abs. I had noticed this before when he wore a bathing suit, but now I saw it continued into his pubic bush like a fur mat, encircling his dick and covering his ball sac. His butt had a light dusting of short, fine, blonde hair which would be most interesting to lick and soft to nuzzle.
His shaft was long and fairly thick. I'm sure it was bigger than I had ever encountered before and it bobbed in front of him as he came out to the tub and climbed in. I followed him in and once he was seated, I straddled his abdomen and sat on his lap facing him with my legs on either side of his ribs and pressing my open mouth firmly against his, kissed him with a passion I had not enjoyed for a very long time. His stiff cock was firmly pressed up along the crease of my ass and as we continued our kiss I felt it increase in density and push harder. My own tool was rigid and pointed up between us as I hugged tightly to his body.
When we broke the kiss, we were both panting heavily.
"I'm going to make a mess in this tub if we do much more of this." Troy declared. "My only sexual thoughts these last few months have been of you and the real thing is going to have me spurting very quickly."
"I'm the same way." I affirmed, being careful not to move my shaft between our hard bodies for fear of losing it. "Maybe we should rinse off and move on." We moved out of the hot tub after a very brief stay and into the big, double shower in my bathroom. As the warm water swished the chemicals from our bodies, I moved in close to Troy again and pulled his head down to kiss me once more. Releasing him, I slid down his body onto my knees in front of him and grasping his bobbing missile, I buried it in my mouth and down my throat. It had been over a year and I could still deep throat 9 inches of thick cock.
I am sure I shocked the shit out of Troy. It had likely been awhile since someone had sucked his dick and I doubt if they had taken it all at one time. He groaned as I gobbled and when I started the swallowing action which massaged the crown he could not manage any longer.
"Oh, Davis." he groaned. "Oh, I can't hold it. Here I go. I'm ccuuummmmm...." And he did. My tonsils were flooded with rich, tasty cream. Again and again his long tube fired down my throat as he held my head firmly but gently in those immense, strong hands and groaned and moaned above me. When his shaft had stopped spasming and started to soften I felt his knees go weak and I braced him against the shower wall until his mind cleared and his strength and balance returned. He reached for my arms and lifted me to my feet. Bending forward he kissed me tenderly, gently rubbing my back and rear end as he did.
"That was incredible, babe." he whispered to me drawing me up to him and kissing me tenderly. He sank in front of me to his knees and grasped my still wagging stick between his lips, suctioning it to the rear of his mouth and working it over with his tongue. This man was good. A skilled lover whose actions gave promise of better things yet to come. In a couple minutes he had me soaring as I ran my fingers through his wet hair and wailed like a banshee. The thought hovered in my mind of how much better sex could be with a partner than on your own.
By the time my reality returned from the high of my climax, Troy had us out of the shower, dried and stretched out on the king size bed.
"That certainly got things off to a good start." he teased. "Let me know when you're ready for the main event."
"Don't worry, big fella." I assured him. "You'll know without having to be told. Now let's deal with the last problem we need to discuss. It's your job."
"Before you say anything, let me say something." Troy said almost defensively. "Firemen have risk in their lives because it's part of the job. I teach them how to do their job as safely as possible, but an element of risk always remains. As a Captain, when the need arises, I fight fires just like any other smoke eater. It's what we do because it has to be done." He looked at me intensely and waited, prepared for my argument.
"I accept your profession because I know it is a part of who you are." I told him. "I am of course fearful of losing another partner, but I am not out to change you. I love you for who you are, not who I might think you should be. I want to be assured if something were to happen to you, I would be allowed to continue raising Ryan with Tyler. I want to make certain if they are going to become brothers, they will not be forced apart."
"Certainly." Troy responded. "And I would want Tyler if anything ever happened to you."
"I hoped you would feel that way." I replied. "You must understand Tyler is already very wealthy on his own and adding my estate to his wealth will make a full-time job for someone dealing with it."
"And that's why Nancy will be part of our household." he chimed in right on cue. "See, I know where you're leading me and it's all fine with me. Are you settled now ?" I nodded and he rolled over so he was half spread on top of me. He kissed me. "I've wanted you for so long it's become an ache in my groin and tonight we are going to ease the pain." I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to him.
"Stop talking so much and make love with me." I growled at him. We began to fall into each other. The kissing, nibbling, licking and familiarizing ourselves was unplanned and progressed slowly. We each savoured the other having the time which was provided by partly sating each other in the shower. Eventually we each reached a head to groin position and we explored tenderly with out hands, our mouths and tongues.
I dragged my tongue around the ridge of his engorged purple head, sucking up all the clear sweet fluid which seeped from the slit at its end. I traced the veins along the rigid length and then tickled his sac gently. I found his large testicles with my tongue and sucked them into my mouth one at a time, gently lathing each. The blonde hair was thick and coarse and as I drew some between my lips it was easy to grasp and tug gently, gaining little grunts in response to my activities.
Troy had used his hand to pull back my foreskin and expose the large purple head of my cock. His tongue had played briefly with the vee of skin where the head joined the back of the shaft, a very sensitive place for me and I became a solid spike almost instantly. He licked over my balls and got in behind them to the almost bare skin where he probed and tickled to my extreme pleasure. We were laying on our sides facing each other and he lifted my leg so his head could slide up between my legs. I felt his fingers slide into the crease of my ass at the top and ease the halves apart exposing me to the cool air which he was slowly blowing.
Even though I knew it was coming, his tongue and lips touching my anus was a shock and whatever he did from then on was providing me with continual and total pleasuring. I tried to recriprocate by swallowing his cock again, but I couldn't seem to concentrate on what I was doing and ended up not being very effective. I felt as if I wasn't contributing fully. I knew he had worked two fingers into me and when he found my prostrate and rubbed it I became totally useless. Troy seemed to know exactly what was happening with my mind.
"Don't you worry, my love." Troy's soothing voice cradled me. "This is working out just fine for both of us. I'm doing exactly what I want to do and feeling you get the pleasure you so very much deserve is making me very happy."
At some point I lost Troy's crotch. It was gone and I was laying on my back with my legs pulled up and back and Troy was stretching and lubricating my hole. Then suddenly his soft, purple cock head was touching my lips and I opened and suckled on it. Troy was on all fours with his knees on either side of my head and his arms hooked under my legs as he continued to stretch and relax my sphincter muscle. He stopped what he was doing and lowered my legs, instead leaning down and sucking on my rigid tool again.
After a few minutes his cock left my lips as he turned his body around so his head was back up to mine while he lay down beside me. He leaned over and kissed me, offering me his tongue which I sucked on willingly.
"I don't mean to be unromantic," he said, "but this would likely be much easier for you if I lay down and you worked your way down onto me." I shook my head.
"On my back, looking into the face and the eyes I love." I stated without leaving open any venue for modification.
"Davis, I love you very much," Troy explained, "and I don't want to take any chance of hurting you. You haven't done this for sometime...." I reached over and wrapping my arms around his neck and pulled him over on top of me without allowing his sentence to finish. I lifted my legs up on either side of him. He responded by raising himself up and hooking his arms under my knees. He lined up the tip of his sword with the entry to my sheath.
"We belong together." I told him looking deep into his eyes. "We belong to each other. Join with me." I could feel the pressure increase as he leaned forward. My mind flew back to my first time with Justin.
"I will not hurt you." Justin had said looking into my eyes.
"Yes, you will," I answered him softly, "but I know not more than necessary. I want this very much."
I felt exactly the same way now. The increasing pressure started to hurt and then I relaxed and pushed outward and Troy popped into me. He froze and did not move, looking intensely at me. I smiled at him and nodded. He pressed forward and joined his moan as he entered me fully. I was filled. A part of me which had been missing for a long time had returned. I smiled at Troy and he smiled back at me leaning down and kissing me. He released my legs and I wrapped them around his waist and hooked them behind him as if they had been there a thousand times before.
Troy had soon established a steady rhythm of in and out stroking and both of us luxuriated in the renewal of sensations which we rediscovered. With very little effort, Troy located the angle which caused him to bump and then slide over my magic button and soon I felt myself starting to soar toward a jolting climax.
"Come with me." I pleaded to Troy as I saw in his eyes he was not yet ready. "I want to explore with you."
"Soon, very soon." he responded, but I was beyond earthly reason and comprehension and as my erect shaft spit time after time between us, I floated alone in a bright, warm world of love and caring. As I again merged with the real world, I realized Troy was still repeatedly penetrating inside my body causing waves of pleasure to surge outward from his shaft to all points of my being. I felt another surge pulsing from where he pushed and I could see in his eyes the sparkle which allowed me to know he too was experiencing these sensations.
He was pressing tightly and deeply into me now with rapid, short strokes and as my shaft once again started to pulse and spew forth my seed, I was aware Tory was doing the same deep within my body. Our minds merged as we were propelled by wave after wave of intense pleasure beyond the stars to share in each other's joy, ecstasy and enlightenment.
Later that same night we lay together, spooned in our bed and still joined together. I was slowly tightening and easing my grip on Troy's shaft, causing it to grow stiff within me again.
"You keep doing that and you're going to have me making love with you again." a groggy voice whispered to me."
"If that's a threat," I responded, "you are in desperate need of practice in how to make them. If it's a promise, you better make sure you're up to it before offering, but you sleep now my love and we'll figure it all out in the morning."
The coming new day would present new lives for all of us to share together. I knew Justin was smiling and happy and I believed Danny would be also. I so hoped they were together waiting for us in the due passage of time, but for now Troy and I had full, bright lives to share with each other, our sons and our friends. It would be a time of happiness and fulfillment for each of us and while we grew as individuals, we would also grow as a family, living and loving together each day of our lives.