Pop

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 a lot of 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 inter-relationships of males of differing ages. It's a story with some sex, not sex with some story.

Pop

Chapter 9

"You boys are going to make an old man out of me, well before my time." Dex panted. He stepped up his pace slightly and Cliff began to groan. The vibration from his groan caused John's hard dick to quiver as Cliff deep throated him. John had almost reached his peak and this added stimulation put him over the top. He began to jet rapid surges of scalding cum into his lover's gullet. The steady throbbing from John's piston pushed Cliff over the edge and he shot creamy bullets of his own hot juices into Dex's fast stroking hand. Naturally, he squeezed his tight ass muscles in rhythm with the pulse of his prostate and provided the extra stimulation which sent Dex into a shattering climax.

Thoroughly exhausted and dripping sweat, Cliff and Dex tumbled onto the bed on either side of John. They had been pleasuring one other for the better part of two hours and had succeeded in scratching every itch which any of the three had brought to their playtime.

"I love you dearly," John said to Cliff, "but Dex you really round out a relationship where two guys both enjoy getting fucked as much as doing the fucking."

"Yeah, Dex," Cliff added, "you have really put a spark back into our relationship and made us face some truths about being with each other."

"You guys are doing fine." Dex counseled. "Variety and new is always exciting, but it's the dedication and care you two have for each other that will keep you together and in love. Not an extra dick." He paused briefly and reflected. "I really need someone of my own. Someone who loves me and wants to belong to me as much as I belong to him. I might lead in my relationships, but I really want to share with someone who will appreciate what I do, as an expression of love and caring."

"You're a romantic at heart, Dex." Cliff commented. "Have you ever thought about stepping back and letting someone be dominant with you ?"

"It's strange you ask." Dex replied allowing his mind to wander. "Never had thought of that until lately. There's only one man I've ever met I might manage it with, but he's not interested in me. At least not in that way."

"Have you told David you'd like to try ?" John asked. "You should at least let him consider it." Dex glanced at him and smiled at how obvious he must be to both of them.

"It doesn't work that way." Dex sighed, realizing he sounded like some love sick teen, but not caring. "He has to pick me. It's his way, as the aggressor."

"You mean like you picked us ?" Cliff chuckled. Dex thought back to how they had set up that first encounter with him. "He doesn't have to pick you, he only has to think he picked you. Think about it, Buddy."

`Father and Son Sundays' were to become a reality. Dex had moved quickly to organize and advertise the new Sunday activity and the idea had caught on immediately. Members had stopped all through the week to ask if they could bring a nephew, a younger brother, or more than one son. There were to be scheduled activities including a swimming class for fathers with boys who could not swim. This was so popular that a limit on the number of participants had to be set and when it was full, a promise given an additional class would be scheduled. The gym was to have basketball and volleyball competitions and registration for these events had reached a maximum. Promises were given these would be weekly activities, so everyone would get a chance for parent and son to play together.

It had been emphasized these were to be fun times and the children would not be allowed to use strenuous exercise equipment without a personal trainer's assistance and then only to try them out. I had made plans too. I was not working on Sunday, I was going to play with my sons. The boys at first worried about all the people who would be crowding into the club. We reminded them these people had come to visit with us at our home and we were going to show these guests how proud we are of the club and its facilities. This seemed to give the boys confidence in their status of belonging. They spent many hours this past week roaming through the facility, insuring they both knew where everything was kept and what each piece of equipment was meant to do.

On Thursday afternoon, Tom had a visitor. Neil responded to the invitation which had been extended to him during our lunch on Saturday and came to spend some time with Tom. I believed the caring relationship these two had created and maintained for each other should be nurtured and allowed to continue. I was not ignoring the isolated sexual activity they had shared, but rather promoting the comfort and communication which they enjoyed in each other's presence. After they had spent an hour quietly talking together, they invited me to join them.

"Pop, Neil and I would like to continue visiting with each other regularly." Tom announced. "Would that be all right with you ?"

"Please Mr. Merrill." Neil added. "I really like Tom as a person and I would like to visit him. I understand there is a big difference in our ages, but he's become more like a young brother to me than just a friend. I would like to offer whatever support I can to him as if he were actually my brother."

"Can you two have a continuing relationship with each other without it becoming sexual ?" I questioned. They both became very quiet.

"Mr. Merrill," Neil said, "I promise you before that happens again, I will come to you and tell you our relationship can not continue. I would never harm Tom and if I had known how old he was before, it would have never happened then."

"I believe you, Neil." I responded. "And what have you to say about this Tom." Tom sat quietly for a minute.

"Pop, this is one of those times when telling you the truth might get me in a pile of trouble." Tom confessed. "Neil was kind and gentle and loved me when I had nothing in the world except Timmy. I have a special love for him because of that. If he wanted, he could have me any time, but we know it would mean we would lose each other. I won't do anything that would possibly cause me to lose him."

"There's nothing wrong with the truth, Tom." I advised him. "That is exactly the way I expected you would feel and if you had told me differently I would not have allowed you to be together anymore. But you have both been very forthright and that, with your declaration of restraint, is enough for me. Neil, you can visit with us anytime you wish."

"Thank you, Sir." Neil replied.

"Yeah, thanks Pop." Tom spouted, relief and joy spread across his face in a big grin.

Chapter 10

"Father and Son Sunday' was many things. A success - most definitely. An eye opener - undoubtedly. Seeing these men who I had met and gotten to know over the past few months and now watching them interact with their boys was in many cases like the difference between night and day. Top executives, who ruled their corporate hierarchy with calm and precision, became little more than ineffective, babbling idiots running after their eight year olds, trying to exercise a modicum of control over them. Conversely, men who had quietly come and gone, doing their exercise regiment for month after month without speaking or bothering anyone, ranted and raved in an attempt to get a lethargic teen to participate when he clearly didn't want to be here in the first place. And then there were those men who's love for their sons was returned to them as a bond of trust and enthusiasm in their shared activities.

My boys had a ball. After the initial shyness wore away, they each ventured out and interacted with boys of their own age grouping. They used their knowledge of the facilities well, not overpowering others, or showing off their superiority. Those times that the responsibilities of ownership overtook my resolve to have a day off, I noticed Dex there, watching over them every moment he had free. When he was occupied, John and Cliff were always in earshot of what our boys were doing and how they were progressing. If that were not enough, Brenda managed to always know where they were in spite of the snack bar being exceptionally busy.

By 6 p.m. when the last of the members left and the doors were locked, we were all exhausted. We sat in the lunch bar area discussing the busy afternoon.

"That was the best time I ever had." Timmy enthused, while sipping his protein shake. A steady, nutritional diet and regulated exercise had done wonders for both of the boys and Timmy was filling out nicely, beginning to show the body and energy of a healthy, active 10 year old.

"It was fun." John agreed with him. "What did you like best, Tom ?"

"I liked just sitting with a group of guys and listening to them talk about school and the things they did." His eyes were lively and the black circles under them had disappeared. The bruising on his body had mostly disappeared to the point he had not been at all self conscious this afternoon wearing only a bathing suit or shorts.

"I heard you talking and you were right in there." Cliff commented.

"Yeah, Norm, Leo, Sandy and Jim all live in the downtown area and they said, I would likely be going to school with them. Is that right, Pop ?" Tom questioned.

"I don't know for sure yet, Tom." I replied. "Your testing will be done this week and then we will have some real answers."

"I hope so." Tom muttered. "I'd really like to go to school with those guys."

"Me too." Timmy cut in. "I met some new boys too. I'd like to start school soon and get to know some more."

"Well, I couldn't ask for more than two fellas who can't wait to start to school, can I ?" I observed.

"Pop, can we practice some more in the swimming pool before the class next week ? Timmy asked. He and I had taken the class together for Dads and non-swimmers. "I would really like to learn to swim soon."

"I guess we can get some practice in." I replied, pleased he was taking an interest in the activity. He had, with a little coaxing and support, managed to overcome his initial fear of the water.

"Come on, Neil." Dex said. "I'll do the massage I promised you first, then Tom can get his."

"Aw, when am I going to get one of them messages ?" Timmy complained. "Tom gets them all the time and I ain't never had even one."

"Tell you what, Sport." John spoke up. "How be we all go to the massage room and Cliff will give Neil a massage, I'll give you one and that will leave Dex to give your Pop a massage ? Whoever is finished first can do one for Tom. It'll give us a chance to practice where Dex can supervise what he's been teaching us. Does that sound all right ?"

"Yeah, that will be great." Timmy agreed. I wasn't sure just what was going on, but I was pretty sure this wasn't a totally altruistic venture. There was something underway.

"Well, you guys sound all set, so I'm going to go home and soak in my nice, big, private bathtub." Brenda notified us all. "I don't want a massage, I don't want dinner, I just want to soak and relax. Somebody better call me in a couple hours and make sure I don't fall asleep in the tub and drown." We all chuckled and said `good night' as Brenda kissed and hugged the boys and headed home.

There were half a dozen massage tables in the main massage room and each could be divided off from the others by curtains, so each personal trainer could provide their client with a modicum of privacy. Timmy, Neil and I went to have a hot shower while the others got set up. I could sense, Neil was a little self conscious about being in the communal shower with me, but managed to hide it fairly well. It was the first time I had seen Neil naked and I must admit, I did an inventory just to satisfy my own curiosity.

He was a well developed young man, muscular from regular exercise and activity. I believe at one point he mentioned playing sports in high school. I had come to find out he was still attending college in his third year of architectural design. The job at the mall was part-time. Neil had sandy blond hair which had a natural curl to it and in the longer areas ringlets curled tightly to his head. Soft blue eyes graced a somewhat triangular shaped face with a small nose and full lips. He was a handsome young man. His muscular shoulders appropriately fit with his 5'8" and his shoulders, chest and waist provided another triangular representation, usually referred to as a `swimmer's body type'. Narrow hips led into solid, well muscled thighs and legs. The only light blond hair on Neil's body were in patches under each arm and a thatch on the pubic mound above a plump 4", soft cock. It in turn rested on a smooth, hanging sac in which the outline of two golf ball sized orbs could be seen.

Neil may have become aware of my inventory assessment as he blushed at one point and his penis extended to at least 6 « " and started to rise. His embarrassment was not helped when Timmy pointed at it and informed us both that his penis did that too. Neil glanced to me hesitantly and both of us burst out laughing which eased tension considerably. The more I spent time with this young man, the more I liked him.

Finishing our showers with a warm rinse, we dried thoroughly and the three of us went into the main massage room. Two tables had been setup in the central part of the room and one in the private room.

"Right this way, Sir." Dex ushered me into the private room, leaving the others in the central area. "It's a lot more peaceful and relaxing in here and after the day you've had, I want to ease as much tension as possible."

I accepted his invitation and stretched out on the table. Dex closed the door and turned on some soothing music.

"If you're going to ask for a raise," I chuckled, "you're not getting one, even though you deserve it."

"No, Sir." he said quietly. "I don't want a raise. I'm very happy the way most everything is." He smoothed warm lubricant over my neck, shoulders and back and began the massage.

It was excellent. Dex's professional knowledge showed in his movements and touch. Tight knots throughout my body were located and untied by gentle, persuasive strokes. My legs and thighs were given as thorough a massage as my back and shoulders. When he stroked my buttocks, it was like a lover caressing me tenderly. All the time we talked together about things we had never discussed before. No business, just the personal talk of friends about our lives, our loves and ourselves. For every bit of information I gave, Dex returned some to me and by the time I was to turn over we knew each other much more intimately.

When I was asked to turn over I was erect. This did not bother me and I was certain Dex would not care. He completed the massage and by the time it was finished his continued touch had me stimulated to the point I was as hard as I had ever been. I had been laying with my eyes closed. When I opened them, Dex was standing staring at my hard dick, one hand lightly circling on my stomach and the other stroking on my upper thigh. I could see the look of desire in his eyes.

"Dex." I said quietly. He didn't move. "Dex." I repeated. His eyes moved to mine.

"Yes, Sir." he responded quietly.

"Do you want it ?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir." he responded again, his eyes glued to mine.

"You know what I'm like and what it would mean." I stated. "I'm an alpha male. Are you sure this is right for you ? You've always acted as an alpha too."

"Yes, Sir." he confirmed. "I will be yours and I will submit willingly to you. I came to realize a while ago I love you, David."

"And what if I didn't love you ?" I asked him, not wanting to be cruel, but needing to be certain he had thought this radical change through thoroughly.

"It doesn't matter. I love you anyway." he replied.

"Then this can wait." I said using all my self control and sitting up. "Is that okay with you ?"

"If it's what you want, Sir," he responded, "then it's what will be." I could see disappointment in his face and eyes.

"Dex, if you and I are to begin a relationship," I declared, "then the `Sir' crap has to end. I want honesty from you, not false respect. You are what you are, an alpha male, nothing less and if you do not consider yourself my equal, then you can't be my partner."

"You'll have to guide me, David." he answered. "I do love you and want to be with you. I don't know how I should act in a relationship with another dominant, but I will try to change to suit you."

"I don't want you to change, Dex." I told him. "You are a strong, aggressive man. It is your nature. I want you to share yourself with me as I am willing to share myself with you. Partners in our relationship. It is a relationship which will require work from both of us, but believe I love you too and that can make it work." I slowly wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him against me. Our eyes continued to stare deeply into each other's souls.

I stroked my fingers through the short hair on the side of his head. There was not enough hair to grab hold of, so I grasped his ears and eased his face to mine, kissing him with lust and passion. During the kiss he brought his hands to my head, stroking the side of my face with one and holding the back of my head with the other. We devoured each other. We continued our mouth duel for several minutes and as we broke apart I grasped the waist of Dex's T-shirt and swept it up over his head and dropped it onto the floor.

My hands swept over those muscular shoulders and pecs as I reached for his rubbery, pointed nipples to squeeze and twist the protruding nubs. Dex let out a groan and threw his head back with his eyes squeezed tightly closed.

"Oh God, David." he groaned out. "They've never ever been so sensitive as they feel now. Your hands are magic on my body." I continued to manipulate his chest as I slid off the table. Releasing my full hands, I reached down and jerked his sweat pants and jock to the floor. The jock was soaked with precum and his cock thrust out at me like a spike.

"Give yourself to me." I instructed as I looked deeply into his eyes.

"Share yourself with me." he demanded back to me. I was thrilled by his ability to command reciprocation. We pushed the mats on the table to the floor and dropped to them. On our sides, we began an oral 69 of mutual intensity.

This was not making love to each other. We both were fulfilling a long desired claim to each other's sex. Though we had each suppressed our desire to be together because of the unlikely possibility that two dominant males would be willing to share with one another, the feelings had remained with both of us. This initial contact brought forth the passion and drive of those feelings. Only our shared natures would prevent one from completely overpowering the other.

Our techniques were experienced, strenuous and exacting, each of us using our skill and knowledge to bring forth the other. Dex was precise in executing oral stimulation designed to not only provide maximum pleasure, but to gain control over my ability to hold back from the conditions which would cause me to erupt. I in turn sought the same goal. This battle of wills was settled only by experience as I slowly gained the upper hand and brought my new partner to a lengthy and copious conclusion. In a last ditch recovery, Dex nipped my foreskin as he started to spew forth his seed and my concentration was interrupted enough that my prostate started to pump my fluids into his hungry vacuum.

We lay spent, holding each other's phallus orally until it was soft and pliable.

"I don't think I have ever cum more intensely in my entire life than I just did." Dex said in almost a whisper. "It was like I put everything I had into not just cumming, but getting there as well. This relationship just might prove dangerous to my health."

"Quit complaining." I responded. "I just gave you enough protein to keep ten men active for an entire week. I'm an old man and you're the one who thinks he's worn out." Dex sat up and looked at me intensely.

"David, I want you to know for sure. It's not just sex." he declared. "I love you. I want to be with you, before sex, after sex and every other time. I want to be a part of you as much as I want you to be part of me." He swung around and leaned down to kiss me. This kiss was one of love and caring and in many ways it surpassed the passion we had previously shared.

We spent another half hour laying together, touching each other tenderly and exchanging the language of love. I asked Dex to spend the night with me and he agreed. We knew we would have to talk with the boys about his moving in with us, but we didn't foresee any real problems.

When we had cleaned up, we left the private room and entered the main massage area. As we entered the room, we heard the unmistakable grunts and slapping of skin on skin which announced someone was getting fucked. While not wishing to intrude on anyone, but remembering when I left there were two youngsters in the room, I looked around the curtained area from which the grunts, groans and skin slapping emanated.

Laying over a massage table with his butt hanging over the edge was big, brawny, Trooper John and steadily probing his butt with his own hefty nightstick was young, good looking Neil.

"Hey guys." John greeted us. Neil looked to see who he was speaking to and froze when he saw Dex and me standing there.

"Uh, Mr. Merrill." He addressed me in a shaky, `look what I've been caught doing' voice about two octaves above his normal speech, as he turned a bright red. "I just, uh.............."

"Don't worry, kid." Dex piped up. "You seem to be doin' a fine job. The boys are going to need someone like you, now that I will be occupied elsewhere."

"A-one!" John cheered. "Congratulations guys!" He had a smile on from ear to ear and I was now assured my encounter with Dex had been well plotted out. "Come on, Neil, get busy. We were just gettin' to the really good parts."

"Where are the boys ?" I inquired.

"Cliff took them upstairs." Neil said. I could see him moving slightly in and out of John and figured his initial shock and shyness had worn off.

"We will join them." I advised the pair.

"Come on up after you've finished whatever you have left to do." Dex told them teasingly as we headed for the door. As we exited, the steady cadence of grunts and groans had again begun.