My Paperboy 08 (c) 2003 by hgo469@yahoo.com All Rights Reserved
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories which depict sex between boys, men, boys and men, kinky or non-consensual sex or live in a jurisdiction where reading/possessing such materials is illegal -- exit now.
This story is fiction; any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure coincidence, nothing more. Since this is fiction SAFE SEX isn't required; however, in real life there are too many things out there to take that sort of chance.
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Chapter Eight
I arrived at the Ng house in about nine minutes - for the whole time I had been worried about just what the emergency was, or if it were an emergency at all. What if their parents had caught on to what was happening at my place and had the cops waiting there to arrest me for having sex with their underage sons. The thought was scary to say the least and for a couple of moments I actually thought about just going out of town for a little while, hoping that things would cool off - only I didn't know what the problem was and I didn't want to leave the boys if they really needed me.
When I came up the street the first thing I looked for was police cars, there weren't any that I could see. I pulled into the driveway behind their mother's car and walked up to the front door. The door opened before I could even ring the bell, Bobby was standing there and he looked like he had been crying and was doing everything in his power to hold back tears right then.
"Jim, thanks for coming so fast," he said in a voice choked with emotion and then he hugged me as if we hadn't seen each other in years.
I looked into the living room, but no one was there, from somewhere in the back I heard what sounded like someone sobbing. "What's wrong? What happened?" I asked as I put my arms around Bobby and he started to cry softly into my chest.
We stood there, just inside the door, holding each other tightly when an elderly Vietnamese man came into the living room. He said something to Bobby in Vietnamese, Bobby pulled back a bit, looked up at me and said, "This is Grandpa Quo, and he is my father's father. He speaks very little English." Bobby turned to his grandfather and said something in Vietnamese; the older man came over and held out his hand to me.
I released Bobby and shook the man's hand - he may have been old but his grip was firm. After we shook hands, the man made a slight bow of his head and indicated that I should sit down. Bobby and his grandfather exchanged a few more words and then Bobby guided me to the sofa where I sat down and he sat right beside me.
I looked at Bobby expectantly, I didn't know what was happening, but - so far at least - no one had come in to either arrest or kill me so I was feeling a bit safer.
Bobby started to explain, "When we got home Grandpa Quo was here with my Uncle Neong and Aunt Twe - they're in the back with Kelly and Brent - they were waiting for us to come home as they didn't know where you lived or your phone number."
I nodded, but I still didn't know what the emergency was. I gave Bobby a confused look.
He continued, "Our parents had been visiting Uncle Neong along with my two youngest brothers, we had stayed home to take care of the newspaper delivery. This morning when they headed home they were involved in a major auto accident - our parents were killed and the twins are in serious condition in the hospital." He started to cry again, now I knew why.
I put my arm around Bobby and held him as the sobs pushed through his reserve and he cried uncontrollably. The old man just sat there and watched stoically, though I did see just a hint of a tear in his eye.
When Bobby managed to bring his tears back under control, he looked up at me expectantly, as if I had some magic spell that might make all of this go away. 'If only I did,' I thought.
"I'm real sorry to hear about all of this, but what can I do to help, your family is already here," I asked, trying to sound as compassionate as I felt.
"Uh, can I, uh, can we, my brothers and I, come to stay with you?" Bobby finally said, his voice still choked up with emotion.
I looked at him in complete surprise - this was the very last thing that I had ever thought might be happening - I didn't know what to say, I just sat there with what I suspect was a rather stupid look on my face.
"We had already talked about you moving in with me, you were going to talk with your family about it; but, what about the rest of your family, wouldn't you guys be better off staying with them?" I was confused - Bobby surely hadn't had enough time to give this any real serious thought, I was sure of that.
"My grandfather stays with Uncle Neong and he has seven children of his own. We don't have any other family in this country." Bobby coughed a couple of time to try holding back his tears.
"Isn't it a bit early to be thinking about this sort of thing - you've only just found about the accident and already you working on living arrangements?" Did I sound to harsh? I hoped not, but I really did think I was right.
"All the way home Kelly and Brent were asking about my living with you and if they would actually be able to come and visit as often as they wanted and spend the night on weekends. They even suggested that they would like to move with me, particularly if nights would be like last night." Bobby gave me a kind of half-smile through his tears.
Just then, Kelly and Brent came into the room with another older man and woman who I figured must be the aunt and uncle. When they saw me, both boys ran over and hugged me much as Bobby had done when I first arrived. To say the least I was overwhelmed by the attention.
Finding Uncle Neong, Aunt Twe and Grandpa Quo in the house when we arrived home was unexpected. When they sat us down and told us what had happened I was in complete shock - that was the kind of thing that happened to other people, not us. Kelly and Brent burst into tears and ran out of the room with Neong and Twe right on their trails - I stayed in the living room with Grandpa Quo, I didn't know what to do - the only thought I had was to call Jim.
Jim arrived very quickly and I stifled my tears as I answered the door, then the dam broke and all I could do was hug him and cry. I always felt that I was too old to cry, and I had to set a good example for my younger brothers by holding back, but this was just too much to handle. Jim's scent seemed to make me feel a bit more comfortable - I knew he cared about me/us and his being here was important.
Maybe Jim was right about it being too soon to think about things like where we were going to live, but I knew that Uncle Neong didn't have enough room for all of us and I didn't want to move away either. We couldn't stay here as we only rented this house and without dad's income there was no way we could pay the rent on just what we made delivering papers, let alone the utilities, food and clothing. Moving in with Jim just felt like the perfect answer.
Brent and Kelly came into the room and climbed all over Jim before we had a chance to talk any more about my idea - I just sat there and noticed that they both seemed to feel better with Jim around as well - could the four of us make some sort of family I wondered?
Jim was doing his best to comfort my brothers while Neong, Twe and Grandpa Quo all just stood there watching - they weren't quite sure just what to make out of this stranger, but they didn't want to do anything as it appeared that he was able to comfort the boys when they couldn't.
I just stood there and watched as Jim did his best to comfort my brothers - I really felt like I should be there crying and hugging Jim too, only I was trying to show that I had outgrown that sort of thing by remaining stoic. It didn't work and it was only a minute before I was back to hugging Jim and allowing myself to cry.
We must have sat there, all three of us using Jim as a receptacle for our tears, for a good five minutes or more before Uncle Neong peeled us off Jim, allowing him to sit back a bit and catch his breath.
"I'm sorry my nephews have climbed all over you like that - they usually aren't that impolite to a guest in the house I'm sure," Uncle Neong said, giving all three of us a look of rebuke - he didn't believe in showing emotions like that outside of the immediate family. "Please excuse my bad manners - I'm Neong Ng, the boys' father's brother - this is my wife, Twe, and my father Quo." He looked at Jim expectantly.
Before Jim could speak I said, "Uncle Neong, this is Jim James - he lives nearby and I have known him for several years, originally because I have been delivering his newspaper for over five years, but recently we have become friends as well. He had offered me a job helping him in his home and a room over his garage while I go to school this fall and I had been going to discuss it with Mom and Dad when they got home." Tears began to well up in my eyes, my voice began to quiver and I gave in to a few sobs, just thinking about Mom and Dad brought the tears back.
Jim put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me tight against him, trying to comfort me as I tried to get my self-control back.
"How is it that I haven't heard anything about this before now?" Uncle Neong asked.
I wiped my eyes and said, "Like I said, I was going to talk about it when everyone came home," I tried hard to hold back any more tears - I was determined to take charge of things. "Now it appears that I'm the leader of this branch of the family, I may just have to go out and get a job instead of going to college so that I can hold us together."
No one said anything for a moment, was I jumping the gun on things a bit - no one expected me to be thinking about things like that so soon I'm sure, but I have always tried to be level-headed about everything.
"Can we go to the hospital to see the twins?" asked Brent.
"Not tonight," Uncle Neong said, "they are still in intensive care and it really would be too late by the time we got there in any case. Why don't we wait until they are in a regular room first?"
I could see that the boys were disappointed, but then so was I for that matter. Still, what Uncle Neong said made sense.
"Why don't you guys gather up some things and I'll take everyone back to my house for now," Neong said.
"NO!" all three of us cried in unison.
"What do you mean, no? Certainly you don't think you should stay here alone right now," Neong said shaking his head.
"We have our papers to deliver in the morning," Kelly said.
"Can't someone do them for you, I'm sure that there must be someone who can considering what has happened. And someone should be here with you, Twe, Grandpa Quo and I have to go home tonight ourselves."
Uncle Neong owned a small store in a town about 100 miles away - while he was here his oldest son was taking care of things, but he was only seventeen so he wasn't left there alone for too long. Uncle Neong had offered several times to take my father in as a partner, only it would have required us to move and Dad liked it here and he didn't really want to work with his brother - things like that can end up destroying a family.
"We can stay with Jim," Brent said, then he looked up at Jim, hoping that he would agree.
I looked over at Jim myself, wondering just what he was going to say - staying with him sounded a lot better than going with Uncle Neong and it did solve the question of who was going to stay with us.
Kelly looked up at Jim too, silently agreeing with what his brother had suggested. I held my breath, what was going to happen now - Jim was an outsider as far as my Uncle was concerned and I was fairly sure that he would insist that we accompany him back to his home, ugh!
Talk about being put in the middle of something unexpected - all of the sudden I had three hot young boys wanting to come live with me, at least for a little while. Only they had just suffered a terrible shock, their parents were dead in an auto accident - I rather doubt that I would have been able to function as well under the same set of circumstances - I guess these kids were just made of tougher stuff than I was.
The thought of having three boys like them living with me was the sort of thing that wet dreams are made of, particularly after the action that we had had over the last 24 hours. Only, was it right to even be thinking about that sort of thing right after their parents had died - I just didn't feel right about it. Still, if that was what they wanted to do, and no one objected, well-
There was lots of conversation in Vietnamese and occasionally Bobby would translate some of it for me so that I didn't feel completely left out - still, I wasn't sure just what was happening. From time to time I heard my name being used, mainly by the boys, but a couple of times the grandfather seemed to speak about me as well and each time that happened the boys brightened up a bit. The single most obvious thing was that their uncle was determined to take them with him right then and there, only that wasn't what any of the boys wanted. I just sat there and offered physical condolences as best I could while the drama played out around me.
Finally, after what felt like days of argument [when you don't understand the language being spoken time always seems to crawl] - it had probably only been about an hour - some sort of agreement was reached. I looked over at Bobby, hoping that he would tell me just what had happened.
"Everyone has agreed that we need to stay here for right now - it is too late to get someone to take care of the paper route in the morning - and Grandpa Quo has said he will agree as long as you can be around to sort of look after us."
I smiled, I wasn't sure just what I was getting myself into but it seemed to make the boys happy. "I don't have any problem with that," I said, still smiling.
Bobby translated for his grandfather, "He is worried about keeping you away from you job, he doesn't want to cost you any money or problems with your employer."
"I work at home - I'm a free-lance writer, mostly advertising, so I don't have to go into an office every day. In fact, sometimes I don't go in for weeks at a time - I just send things in either by e-mail or FAX."
All three of the adults seemed to think that was a good thing - I got the impression that just because Bobby was legally an adult they didn't think that he was ready to take charge of his younger brothers.
I gave everyone my business card that contained my home phone number and e-mail address. It was decided that the boys would stay there for the night and we would see what sort of arrangements would be needed in the morning.
All three boys left the living room to pack a few clean things and a tooth brush - I said that I would assist with the paper route in the morning and their uncle tried to give me some money to pay for feeding them, but I said it wasn't a big expense and was more than happy to do it. There had just been a serious loss in the family and it was the least I could do.
Everyone prepared to leave; Bobby went through the house making sure that everything was locked up. Their aunt and uncle headed for their car beckoning the grandfather to follow - he waved his hand to say that he was coming and they left. Bobby and the boys went out to put their things in the car, leaving Grandpa Quo and I the only ones in the living room.
Grandpa Quo spoke to me in heavily accented, but quite understandable English, "Please let the fact that I speak English be our little secret - everyone uses it around me when they don't want me to know what they're saying and I have never let on."
A bit surprised I said, "It shall remain our little secret."
He smiled. "My grandsons seem to be quite anxious to be with you, I'm not exactly sure why; however, I have my suspicions. It doesn't make any difference to me - I only want them to be happy, as this is a very sad time for everyone. Please take care of them for me, I am an old man and there is very little I can do for myself, but I don't think that having them live with their uncle is the right course of action - he already has too many children of his own."
He shook my hand and then gave another little bow before he shuffled out to the car. I stood there with my mouth open just a touch; I was in awe of this aged family patriarch who obviously saw far more than anyone else about what was happening around him.
"Come on Jim," Bobby said, "I need to lock this door too."
I didn't say anything, just headed out to my car and headed home, leading a small parade as the uncle was following Bobby to see just where it was that his nephews would be staying for the night.
Bobby pulled in behind my van and we all stood in my little front yard as the rest of the family drove off.
As I stood there watching Uncle Neong and family, I was trying to figure out just what had happened. I mean, I knew about Mom, Dad, and the twins - only I wasn't sure why I wasn't feeling more sorrow than I was. I already felt cried out about all of that and I was worried that I wouldn't even be able to show enough sorrow at the funeral. Uncle Neong said he would take care of everything and I was more than ready to let him - I didn't know what to do in any case. We didn't have any other family in this country and my parents spent so much time working that there weren't even any real friends to attend much of a funeral. I hoped that I wasn't looking too cold when I just decided to put the whole thing out of my mind for the moment.
We picked up our things from the car and followed Jim into the house - it looked just as it had when we left there, could it have only been a few hours ago? About the only thing Jim had done was to pick up a few dishes and straighten up the living room.
"Do you want to put your things up in the attic room?" Jim asked me.
"Can't I just stay down here with you?" I asked in reply. I didn't want to be that far away from him.
He nodded his agreement.
"Where should we put our stuff?" Kelly asked.
"How about in the office for the moment. For all we know you'll only be here for tonight."
The boys both scowled at that, it was obvious that they wanted to stay here permanently. I just wondered if Jim really knew what he was getting into with all three of us there. For that matter, I wondered about myself as well.
Jim called us all together in the living room. He sat down in his overstuffed chair and when I tried to climb into it with him, he directed me to join my brothers on the sofa.
"I'm not sure at all about what just happened - I mean, I know about the accident and that you guys are suddenly orphans - but I'm a bit confused by the way you are handling it. I'm sure that if my parents had just died suddenly I wouldn't be as happy and ready to just go on as you guys are."
I answered for all of us. "We are very broken up on the inside - only we have been taught all our lives not to show emotion in public, it is seen as a sign of weakness. Mom and Dad are gone; there is nothing we can do about it. We are very concerned about the twins, but again there is nothing we can do for them as long as they are in the hospital. When they are allowed visitors, we want to see them, and when they are released, we will want to try to keep our entire family together. Only for the moment there isn't anything we can do about anything so it is best that we just allow life to go on as it was in the past."
Jim didn't look all that convinced.
"We're not cold," I said to Jim, "we don't see death as an end, but as a beginning. The bodies we bury are only husks that were used in life and now have been left behind. Our parent's spirits are all around us, watching over us just as they did in life; trying to protect us when we make a wrong decision and applauding us when we make a correct one. They don't sit in judgment over how our lives are run, that is for us alone to decide - as long as no one takes advantage of us or our lack of understanding of what is happening around us they will continue to love us as only a parent can."
Jim nodded his head - he was trying to understand.
"The best way for us to deal with this is to just try to pretend that none of it has happened until such time as we have to deal with it." I placed my arms around my brothers. "We are still the same guys who left here a few hours ago and we want you to treat us just as you did before."
Both boys nodded their agreement.
Jim forced a smile, he didn't seem to be completely convinced, but he appeared to be willing to try.
"How about something to eat? The clock says that it is well past dinnertime."
"Sounds good to me," Brent said.
"Is there something we can do to help?" Kelly asked.
"I don't think so, I'm just going to put some frozen dinners into the microwave - it is getting late and I don't fell much like cooking. I have chicken, beef and fish. Who wants what?"
"Surprise me," I said and the other two agreed.
Jim headed off to the kitchen where I could hear him moving things around. I turned to the others, "I'm not sure that Jim really wanted all three of us to be here all the time so we're going to have to make sure that our presence is something he likes, all the time."
"Does that mean that we should take off our clothes?" Kelly asked.
"He did like that, didn't he?" Brent added.
I just nodded my head. All three of us undressed and I had the boys put their clothing in the front bedroom where they had placed the things they had brought from home while I put my in Jim's bedroom.
I turned on the TV and we sat there watching it until he came out carrying a tray of steaming frozen dinners.
When Jim saw that we were all sitting there in the nude he laughed. "It looks like I'm the only one who is overdressed for this party," he said as he placed the food on the table and headed off to his bedroom.
He returned a minute later, naked except for a leather body harness that accentuated his muscular torso.
"Do you want us to eat with our hands tied behind us again?" Brent asked.
"No, that is too much work for Bobby and I - let's just eat."
I hadn't realized how hungry I was until I started to eat - then I just concentrated on the food and so did the others. Net result, dinner was over in record time. I helped Jim gather up the rubbish, carrying it into the kitchen where he threw away the trash and put the silver and glasses in the dishwasher.
"Thanks for letting us move in with you tonight," I said as I gave him a big hug. "We didn't want to go with Uncle Neong - his place is already crowded as he has seven children and only three bedrooms."
Jim looked at me questioningly.
"Grandpa Quo lives in a small trailer in the back yard - the three girls have one bedroom and the four boys the other one."
"That doesn't sound like there is room for anyone else," Jim said.
"No, but I'm sure they would make room for us, and the twins if need be."
We rejoined the others in the living room.
Kelly and Brent came over to examine the harness Jim was wearing. "Do they make things like that for guys our size?" Kelly asked.
"They make them any size you want - most of them are custom made so size is never a problem."
"That thing sure looks sexy," Brent added as he reached down to finger his 31/2 inch hard-on.
Jim sat down on the sofa between the two younger boys while I stood there watching. All four of us had grown fully erect and after they pulled on the leather straps of the harness for a little bit their hands drifted down to Jim's 8 inches of hard manhood. Jim put his arms around the boys and pulled them tight against his body, directing their faces toward his erect nipples.
I looked over this mound of naked male flesh and then climbed into the middle, standing on the sofa so that my 5 inches of raging erection was directly in front of Jim's face.
It didn't take him long to decide to open his mouth and such me inside. The moist chamber of his hot sucking mouth felt wonderful as Jim washed his talented tongue over, under and around my invading prick. He sucked harder and pushed his face forward until his lips and nose were buried in my sparse pubic patch and my cocktip was rubbing against the back of his mouth.
He opened his mouth a bit wider and sucked first one and then both of my nuts into his mouth so that he had all of my tender sex tucked inside him. The tip of his tongue worked on my nuts while he used the rest of it to massage the underside of my cock - I was in heaven.
He continued to use his arms to hold my brothers tight against his chest; however, he managed to work one hand up until it found my ass crack and then the puckered rosebud of my anus. He pressed against the opening until it relented slightly and allowed the invading digit entry. He worked that talented finger around until it found my prostate and began to massage it from inside my body while his thumb worked on it from my scrotum.
This double attack on my prostate, combined with his talents as a cocksucker were more than enough and I felt the boiling load of jism start to gush up through me until it's burning path pushed it through my cock to paint the back wall of his oral cavity with my scalding boy-cream.
"ARGH!" I screamed in ecstasy as I poured spurt after spurt of my sexual essence into his sucking and swallowing mouth. All the time he continued to work his magic on my prostate and milk more and more cum from my writhing body.
Sensing that I was shooting my load into Jim's mouth, Kelly and Brent started to jack each other off, not wanting to be left out of the orgasmic excitement; only Jim dropped his hands and pulled theirs away. Around my fleshy oral plug, I heard him try to tell them that he other plans for their cocks.
I guess they understood his instructions as they returned their hands to a combination of working on his cock and balls while rubbing my thighs.
When my climax ended, Jim continued sucking, making sure that he hadn't missed a single drop of my jism before he reluctantly released my rapidly softening prick from it's palatial prison, allowing me to step back off the sofa.
Now he pulled Kelly up to replace me in front of him, sucking his rock-hard cock into his mouth. After a few strokes he opened wider again and took Kelly's nuts just as he had taken mine - trying to give my brother the same wonderful blow-job he had given me.
With Kelly standing up there was now room for me to scoot down and take Jim's wonderful 8 inches of circumcised manhood into my mouth, trying to give him the same kind of servicing that he had just given to me. The only problem was that his much longer cock wouldn't all fit into my mouth - my automatic gag reflex didn't seem to be willing to allow me to give him the deep-throat action that I knew he loved. I tried again and again until finally I managed to suppress the reflex and take him deep into my throat, my nose and lips pressed against the pubic hair in his groin - my swallowing muscles massaging the head of his cock until I was ready to pass out from lack of oxygen. Only then did I pull back to take a couple of gasps of air before again allowing his invading prick to travel deep into my throat.
Bobby was a creative as he was sexy. When he climbed over his brothers to press his cock into my mouth I would have applauded except that my hands were a bit busy with the two boys who were sucking on my nipples as if they were the source of whatever it would take to stay alive.
I managed to work one hand free enough to press a digit into his anus and give him a prostate massage - the last thing needed to push him over the edge to full climax. His hot boy-cream tasted fantastic, sweet and salty at the same time - I just love the flavor of a young boy's cum, always have, and always will.
When I had drained Bobby dry and he backed off, I pulled Kelly up to replace him. I may have just eaten but I always have room for a bit more hot sexy jism when it arrives directly from the fountain of a beautiful young boy.
Kelly wrapped his hands around my head and pulled my face into his crotch, driving his 4 inch pricklet in as deep as he could. I rewarded his efforts by taking his balls in as well and then working my tongue all over everything, making sure that this would be a blow-job that he would remember for the rest of his life.
Bobby seemed to be reading my mind as he moved down between my wide-spread legs, taking my dripping cock into his mouth and beginning to work on it as if it were the only cock in the world and if he didn't do a good job he would die. His automatic gag reflex prevented him from taking all of my manhood at first, but he kept working on it and eventually he was able to take the entire 8 inches, the tip sticking deep into his throat where his swallowing muscles were able to provide a massage that only comes from deep-throat action.
I found Kelly's prostate and it only took a couple of pushes before that trigger worked its magic and I tasted the first of many spurts of his hot cream as he unloaded his nuts into my sucking mouth. Kelly's jism tasted much the same as Bobby's, but I was sure that I could tell the difference in a blind taste test if the need ever arose.
I worked my tongue under the lip of Kelly's foreskin, making sure that not a single drop of his taste load was trapped there before I allowed him to back off and make room for his younger brother.
Brent was more than ready - he had seen and heard his two brothers as they unloaded their milky cream and he was anxious to have his turn.
Kelly sat back on the sofa, sexually exhausted; however, when I sucked his brother into my mouth he turned around and started pinching and pulling on my nipples with his fingers, much the same as he had done orally before. These boys weren't the only ones who were in sexual heaven. A tender 31/2 inch cock in my mouth while my own 8 incher was being deep-throated by the boy's older brother while still another sexy brother was working on my nipples was my idea of heaven for sure.
It didn't take very long for me to bring Brent to his orgasmic climax - and while he was still young and immature he more than made up for it in the fabulous quantity of jism he was able to add to what was already splashing around in my stomach. Brent's cum tasted sweet and when he ran dry, I was disappointed as I could have drunk from his cock all day long. It was only when his organ retreated to its flaccid state that I allowed it to slip from my mouth.
Meanwhile Bobby was still working on my rigid member, working his head up and down the shaft and after about every third stroke he pulled it in deep to massage the cockhead with his throat muscles. I knew that it wasn't going to be long now before I shot my load of cocksnot deep into his gullet, sexually unloading yet another hot load in response to this sexy boy who still wanted to be my full-time sex partner. I wasn't sure just why all of this was happening to me right now, but I wasn't going to worry about it - it was wonderful and I would enjoy it as long as it lasted.
My orgasm arrived with an explosion of such force that I thought I was going to push Bobby right off my rigid shaft, only he held on and started to swallow, load after load, not allowing any of the jism to escape his lips as I painted the insides of his mouth and throat. Bobby was a fantastic cocksucker, that was for sure - and I was the luck guy who was going to train him to be even better. When the fates smile on someone, they surely do it right.
The problem with being the youngest is that I tend to have to wait and be the last as well. I was worried that Jim wouldn't feel like doing me after he had done both Bobby and Kelly. My worries were unnecessary - he gave me just as much attention as he had given to each of them, only I was so hot that it didn't take very long for he to shoot my load. Jim sucked me down just as he did the others and then he kept hold of my pecker until it had gone completely soft. I thought that if he held it a bit longer I might have been able to get it back up, but I don't know what I could have done with it as I was sure that there wasn't anything left in my nuts to shoot if I had the chance.
I had heard somewhere that if you try to shoot when you are already spent you can damage your nuts and not be able to manufacture any juices later on. I sort of doubt that it is true, but I didn't really want to take that chance - I was sure that I would have more chances with Jim in the future, particularly if we were going to be able to live here with him.
When Jim released me he concentrated on Bobby and the blow-job that Bobby was giving him - after that wonderful blow-job he had given me I wanted to return the favor, but Bobby was there first, so I just sat beside Jim and enjoyed the show.
While we were engaged sexually I had forgotten all about the things that had happened, only now it was all coming back and I felt that I might end up crying again and I didn't want anyone to think that I was a baby.
How do you talk like a father to three boys you have sucked off? It was an interesting question and I was going to have to try to do it. I sat back in the single chair and directed the three naked youths back to the sofa.
"What we just did was wonderful, I wish that it could go on forever," I said, "only reality seems to rear its head from time to time and this is going to be one of those time." I looked from face to face; hoping that was I was going to say would sink in.
"Only Bobby is old enough to be doing what we have just done, that means that Bobby and I could go to jail, and you two could be put in foster care or some kind of group home, if ANYONE is told about what we have been doing. This is serious! I haven't known you guys all that long, but I have already grown to love you. You have gone through an awful lot in the last few hours and I don't think that I would be as calm as you are if our positions were reversed - I admire you for that; however, if you feel anything building inside you, let it out, here and now, don't wait until it is too late. Everyone here is a friend as well as family, this is the spot to say what you think. I want to hear it - I can't read minds - I will do whatever I can to help if you let me."
I looked at each of the naked boys - they each sat there looking back at me. Not one of them seemed to be the least bit concerned that we were having this conversation right after sex, while we were all still naked. I took that as a good sign.
"Uh, Jim," Brent said, "are we going to be able to stay here after tonight?"
Talk about starting with the difficult questions! "I don't know, a lot of that depends on your uncle - he is your closest living relative and that gives him a lot of say in what happens to you guys. Bobby is legally an adult so he can do pretty much as he wants, but the for the rest of you-" I left it unsaid.
"Since Bobby is an adult, doesn't he have more say than Uncle Neong?" Kelly asked.
"If he were out on his own, with a job and his own place to live I suspect that would be the case, only he has just turned 18 and is still living at home without any source of income."
"We have the paper routes," Brent said.
"That really isn't enough to count for anything," I said. Do you think that you could support all three of you, food, lodging, clothing, etc., on what you make delivering newspapers in the morning?"
Brent shook his head.
"But we want to stay together, all of us. And we want the twins to be with us too when they get out of the hospital," Bobby said. "Doesn't that count for something."
"While it should mean something, I wouldn't count on it - the people who end up making those decisions don't always pay any attention to what the people they are deciding about want."
"That's not fair," Bobby insisted.
"No, it isn't, but fair had never had anything to do with reality." I scowled to show that I didn't like it either.
The three boys sat on the sofa trying to take in what I had just said - it wasn't easy, they hadn't had all that much experience with the real world yet.
"Now, it is getting late and there are newspapers to be delivered - after all, that was the reason you got your uncle to agree to your staying here tonight - so I suggest that we all get some sleep."
"Jim, can we all sleep with you?" Kelly asked.
"My bed isn't all that large, guys," I replied. "If we did try it would be so crowded that none of us would get any sleep."
"How about out here on the floor?" Brent said, "there's plenty of room and the carpet is nice and soft." He stretched out on the floor to prove his point.
Bobby and Kelly both looked at me and then stretched out next to Brent. I had to admit that the idea of sleeping with all three of them had merit - the biggest question was would any of us get any sleep?
"Okay," I said, "let me get some blankets and such and we'll pretend we're on a campout, only it will be in the living room." I smiled, they smiled, I got up to find enough bedding.
While I was in the bedroom I took off the body harness - they feel wonderful during sex, but aren't all that comfortable to sleep in.
I brought the bedding into the living room and we arranged things on the floor. Brent and Kelly were in the middle with Bobby and I on the outside, sort of like the bread for a sandwich.
"Remember, we are going to sleep, not fuck! We have newspapers to deliver in the morning and I rather doubt that we'll be getting much sleep when we're done."
Everyone agreed, I set the alarm and turned off the lights. I put my arm around Kelly and Bobby hugged Brent. Bobby and my hands locked fingers between the other two boys and we were all asleep in record time.
To be continued...
Author's note:
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