Robert and Johnny-The rest of the story Ch 37
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This is the continuing story of Robert and Johnny, who first appeared in my short series: My 11th Summer. Although intended to be a simple stand alone short series, My 11th Summer was so popular, not only with my readers, but myself, that I decided to continue the saga in Tween to Teen. And now, as the boys finish High School and move on to College and their adult life, the final part of the saga begins. So, for those who have been following the story from the beginning, here is part 3 of the trilogy, which I am calling: Robert and Johnny-The rest of the story. Enjoy.
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Robert and Johnny
The rest of the story
(Part three of the trilogy began in My 11th Summer, then Tween to Teen) By: Kewl Dad
Chapter 38
Settling in
Zeke wasn't the only one settling into a new life. Johnny and I were now in a new home, had a teenage son to look after, and had two teens living next door who we were proudly mentoring.
I'm not saying it was a hardship, at least not for Johnny and me, but it was a bit overwhelming and tiring at times. On top of that, in June, Johnny had a showing of his work and he was busy putting that together while I worked on a project of my own every spare moment I got. What was my project? I'll tell you later.
Zeke was a sweet-natured kid, and once we'd convinced him he wasn't going to be sent back and that we were forever 'dads' he began to settle in. However, there was something about his demeanor that said he still felt the need to perform a certain way and not rock the boat. Not so much that he was walking on pins and needles, but more like a cautious approach to everyday life and our interactions.
The one place he seemed to be free of inhibitions was when he was with Bill and Peter. The three had bonded quickly and aside from the physical (sexual) aspect of it, I think their relationship was more brotherly than anything else. Here at last were the brothers that loved him, and that he could love back, without fear of recrimination because he dared to like boys instead of girls.
I was sure he often missed his family, especially his mom, but as much as that hurt, he knew he could never go back there, at least not as long as his father was in the house. We'd promised Zeke that we would take him to visit his mom, and though he thanked us, it was obvious he wasn't quite convinced we meant what we'd said. But, I was determined to keep my promise and decided the best way to prove my sincerity to him was to set a date and lock it in.
After talking to Johnny and consulting a calendar, we finally chose June 25th. That was two weeks after Johnny's show, and I was confident that I could get that week off from work since I hadn't used my vacation for the year. As for Johnny, his classes were out for the summer, except one private class attended by his best students from school. The school allowed him to use his classroom there for a small fee and he paid for all the supplies himself from the nominal fees he charged his students. He agreed that he could easily skip one week as long as he notified his students in advance. So...with a date set all that remained was to square things away with Zeke's mom.
I called my mom to get Mrs. Snyder's number and we talked a while and she was in complete agreement that we were doing the right thing. She said Zeke's mom had displayed her love for the boy by making sure he was in a safe place, and that she had made the ultimate sacrifice for him. There was no doubt that she still loved her son and missed him, and she deserved some closure after all she'd been through.
I talked to Mikey next and we made plans to have him over in a week or so, then I finally hung up and made the call I'd dreaded most. Apparently it was Zeke's younger brother who answered the phone and when I asked for his mom he yelled at the top of his lungs, 'Mooooommmm!' then slammed the phone down on the table or whatever, nearly deafening me.
A few seconds later Mrs. Snyder, Zeke's mom, picked up the phone and said in a tentative voice, "Hello."
After dispensing with greetings I filled her in on how things were going with Zeke, then answered a few questions she had such as: was he eating properly, sleeping well, had he made any new friends...etc? After assuring her he was doing well in all those areas, I finally got to the crux of the call.
"Mrs. Snyder, Zeke needs to see you again," I said, "he's made it quite clear that he misses you but he doesn't seem to believe me when I say I will make sure you two get together, so that's the main reason for this call."
I went on to outline our plans and she seemed excited until the end when she finally said she didn't think it was safe for Zeke to come to the house.
"I'd considered that, so I'm going to book a couple rooms at a nearby motel and I'll come get you and bring you to see Zeke. You two can have some alone time, then I thought we'd take you both out to dinner and visit with you as well."
"That's so kind of you, but I hate to have you spend all that money on us and to drive that far..."
"Don't worry about that. Zeke is our responsibility now and we intend to do everything we need to do to make sure he is happy. He's doing well here, but he still has some loose ends he needs to wrap up, and seeing you again is one of those. I don't suppose any of his siblings have shown any interest in seeing him again..."
"It's hard to tell, the younger ones miss him I think, but the older ones are with their daddy on this. They don't even mention his name no more."
"Well, I don't want to subject him to anymore unpleasantness, so I'll leave it up to you to decide if any of his siblings come along."
"I might have to bring the twins, Joe and Charlotte, they're only ten, and I don't like leaving them home alone."
"That sounds fine, whatever you work out is fine by us. We have a VW Bus so there's plenty of room."
We talked a bit more then we finally said our goodbyes. She seemed disappointed that Zeke hadn't been there to talk to her and I explained that he was out doing some shopping with Johnny and the neighbor boys, but that he'd be home soon and that I could have him call her. She agreed that would be fine since her husband and the older kids were fishing and only her and the twins were home.
I was in a funk when I hung up. How could a father just disown his own flesh and blood over something as simple as who Zeke loved? I felt sorry for his wife, caught in the middle as she was, but I had a great deal of respect for her for doing what she'd done. As mom said: she'd made the ultimate sacrifice, loving Zeke enough to let him go and send him to a place where he'd be safe. God, how must that have hurt her? I was near tears when Johnny and Zeke came bustling through the door a few minutes later, but I wiped my eyes and put on a big smile for their benefit.
However, it was obvious Johnny saw right through me, though he didn't mention it till later when we were alone.
"Did you guys have fun?"
"Yeah, we got a new hose and a nozzle at Handy Dan's (a local home improvement store in the 70s) so we can play in the water in the backyard. Bill and Peter went to change into swim trunks."
"Cool, be sure to keep the water away from the flowers. They should only be watered when they're in the shade. Otherwise the water turns to steam and wilts them."
"Gotcha," Zeke said, I'm gonna go change now."
"Can you hold up a minute," I said standing then and putting an arm around the boy, 'my boy'. "I talked to your momma a while ago and she wants you to call her."
"Really, can I?" he said excitedly, "I promise I won't talk too long cause I know it's expensive." (Remember the days of land lines and long distance charges?)
"Talk as long as you'd like," I said smiling.
"I'll go hook up the hose and get it ready," Johnny offered, "I'll tell Bill and Peter you'll join them in a bit."
"Thanks," Zeke said, "umm, can I use the phone in your room?" he asked shyly.
"Yes, you deserve some privacy. I'll go help Johnny."
Outside, Johnny finally asked me how things went and I filled him in. I explained my melancholy mood then, and he nodded, "Yeah, bastard," he muttered, "not much of a man if you ask me."
"I guess not all parents are as loving and accepting as ours," I shrugged, "but I just don't get how you can toss out a kid like Zeke over something like this."
"Well, he's better off with us, so his old man did him a favor."
"Yeah, but I know he has to miss his family, especially his mom, who has shown him genuine love."
"Well, he'll soon get to hug her and be with her and that will make things a lot easier going forward."
"I hope so. I just pray it doesn't stir things up in his mind and heart and make him homesick and wondering if this was the best move for him."
"Are you kidding? He loves it here. He has Bill and Peter next door and that kid Larry from school, which by the way, I think we should invite him over for dinner so we can make sure he's the kind of boy we approve of," Johnny added the last with a chuckle and I had to laugh.
"Larry, nice name," I mused, "I remember our own Larry, wonder what he's up to these days..."
Bill and Peter came busting out of the sliding patio door next door then, and I smiled as I saw how they were dressed. Their idea of swimming suits were those thin cotton dime store elastic waist shorts, and apparently they wore no underwear underneath because I could see the outline of their boy parts bouncing along as they ran toward us. When wet they would be almost transparent.
"Where's Zeke?" Peter asked.
"He's talking to his mom on the phone, he'll be out later. Meanwhile, you two have at it, but take the hose to the middle of the yard away from the flower beds."
"We...wee kn...know," Bill assured me as he ran that way, Bill right behind him squirting him in the back with the hose and making him giggle.
"We better get inside or we'll be targets too," I laughed.
"I wouldn't mind, but let's go change into trunks first."
"Okay, you're on. I haven't played in the hose since I was a kid," I laughed, "we never had a pool, but we sure did enjoy playing in the hose in our backyards."
"Yeah, remember that one time when Ronnie came down to my old house while we were playing in the hose..."
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Johnny's showing was a huge success. Not only did he sell almost all of the pieces he displayed, he got a write up in a local magazine, and the local TV stations covered the event as well. We weren't going to get rich selling Johnny's artwork, but he wasn't losing money, and that was a good thing. His job and my job brought in plenty of money to pay the bills and to put aside enough money for College for Zeke and a nice nest egg for when we finally retired.
Zeke was amazed at Johnny's abilities as an artist, but most intrigued by his portraits. It was about then that we discovered that Zeke had some hidden talents of his own.
One evening while Johnny and I were watching TV, Zeke came in, sat down quietly, a drawing pad in one hand and a charcoal pencil pencil in the other, and began to draw.
I figured he was just doodling, as most boys like to do, perhaps drawing airplanes or cars, that sort of thing, however, I would soon find out differently. Johnny and I became engrossed in the movie on TV and for a while I forgot about Zeke, who was quiet as a mouse. Except for the movement of his hand on the tablet and the occasional head nod we were barely aware of his presence.
The movie finally ended but Zeke continued to scratch out whatever it was he was drawing for a good ten minutes longer. The news had started by then and I was excited to see the coverage of Johnny's showing rebroadcast and forgot about Zeke once again. The coverage ended and the rest of the news was boring so I suggested to Johnny that we head to bed.
"Wait, can you wait one more minute," Zeke suddenly said, the first words he'd spoken since he joined us.
"Sure, buddy, what's up? What are you drawing there?" I replied.
"Just one more minute," he said looking at us appraisingly, then back at the tablet, his small pink tongue at the corner of his cute mouth.
I looked at Johnny who just smiled. I think Johnny already knew what was about to happen, but I was still a bit clueless.
"There, I think I'm done," Zeke said at last, "it's not very good, but I wanted Johnny to see it so he could tell me how to make it better," he added sounding uncertain, "don't laugh, okay...it's not very good, but it's how I see you guys."
Then with trembling hands he handed the tablet to Johnny who turned it so we could both see.
I think I must have gasped, or made some audible sound, because Zeke jumped a little as it I were about to hit him or something, then he relaxed and stared anxiously into our faces.
"Why have you been hiding this wonderful talent from us?" Johnny said staring in awe at the drawing in front of us. A drawing of the two of us snuggled up on the couch, our attention focused on the TV no doubt, though not in view.
"I dunno, it's not very good. I used to draw in school, but the teacher always got mad and took my pictures and threw them in the trash. My momma liked em but my daddy said it was a waste of time," he said sadly.
"A waste of time?" Johnny growled, "what does he know? I just cleared two thousand dollars at the latest show, is that a waste of time? Besides, you're very good, this is very good. Oh sure, there are some things that need correcting, like the shadows, and the eyes could be a bit rounder, but I can help you fix those things. You already have the raw talent, you just need some training."
"Really?" Zeke said grinning, "you like it."
"It's wonderful," I said, finally putting my two-cents in, "I don't think Johnny was even this talented at your age."
"I wasn't," Johnny agreed, "that's why I didn't do a lot of portraits back then, inanimate objects were easier to draw and paint."
"What if Zeke started attending your advanced classes..." I suggested.
"Excellent idea," Johnny said enthusiastically.
"But, your other students, they're all older, and...umm, more experienced..." Zeke protested.
"Not all are older, I have two that are about your age, and trust me, some of my students aren't even at your level yet. You'd fit right in, and I could instruct you in an atmosphere conducive to your learning without distractions."
"I don't know what that means," Zeke said grinning, "but if you say that's good and that I should do it, then I'll do it."
"Excellent, now...do you have any other drawings to show us?"
He did, dozens, and though not all were as good as the one he'd just hammered out that evening, it was obvious his technique had been evolving as he grew older. His earliest drawing was done when he was 10 years old, and though crude, still showed the talent this young boy possessed. It was a picture of a creek where a young boy in overalls sat on the creek bank fishing, while his hound dog sat patiently at his side.
"Oh my God!" Johnny said, "this is almost 'Norman Rockwell' quality. This needs to be framed and proudly placed on the wall."
"Let me see," I said taking the picture from Johnny, "Is that boy you?" I said looking over at Zeke.
"Nah, he was my best friend, Luke. But he got killed right after I drew that. I kept it to remind me of him, he said wiping a tear from his eye, "He got shot in the head while he was a hunting with his daddy. He was tryin' to get through some barbed wired fence and his gun went off and killed him. It was really sad," Zeke said looking ready to collapse into sobs at any moment.
"All the more reason to frame this one," Johnny said hugging the boy, "Zeke, son, you have a wonderful gift here and I'm so excited at the prospect of helping you develop it. First things first, we're gonna go get you some proper art supplies. Do you ever do color...have you tried paints? I have everything you could possibly want..."
And that was the beginning of yet another phase of our lives.
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The next week on Wednesday, Zeke attended his first art class and was introduced to the other students. Since I had the day off, I decided to accompany them that day, mostly to show support for Zeke and to help him through any awkward moments. I need not have worried.
Not only did the other students welcome him with open arms, a boy named Brandon seemed to take a particular interest in him. Now, to the untrained eye (or perhaps I should say the straight eye) Brandon's interest in our boy might have gone unnoticed, but even Johnny picked up on it right away.
Brandon was 15, blond, blue-eyed, with a face that one could only call angelic. He had a well-defined body, not overly muscled, what I often think of as a swimmer's body. I didn't know much about him, but I'd almost bet he was active outside of the art class and perhaps even on some sports team. I tabled that as something to discuss with Johnny later.
Zeke, as usual was playing the shy new-boy role, but eventually I think he began to realize that Brandon was being overly friendly. I'm a great watcher of people and when I saw the look of recognition on Zeke's face I noticed the redness begin in his cheeks and I could almost see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to deduce why a God-like boy like Brandon would show him any interest. For even though we'd been constantly working on building Zeke's self esteem, he still lacked a bit, especially when it came to his peers.
"Brandon," Johnny suddenly said, causing all heads to jerk his way where he had been standing and talking to Zeke, "please go back to your easel so we can get started. And thank you for welcoming Zeke so warmly to our group, I know he appreciates that, but as you know, art is a personal thing and each person needs to do his own thing," he added with a laugh, "Perhaps at break you two can talk some more."
If Brandon was embarrassed, he didn't show it. Far from it, in fact, as he laughed loudest and gave Johnny the 'Peace' sign before going back to his seat. However, poor Zeke was blushing so red and looking about as comfortable as a toad in a cactus patch.
I slipped out the door after a while and went to a vending machine and got a Coke, and was sipping it while studying some artwork displayed in a glass case nearby. There were several with the initials BL, and I wondered if they were some of Brandon's work. Johnny, of course, didn't have any of his own work displayed there, this spot was for his students but it was obvious only a few students were represented here. I found out later that Johnny rotated the students in and out of the display so as to give each student a chance to post several works, often representing more than one medium.
"Hey," Johnny said sneaking up behind me, "it's break time, but looks like you already went on break. Did you get bored?"
"No, Heavens no, but I didn't want to be a distraction.
"So, what do you think of my class?"
"They're a friendly bunch, especially that Brandon kid," I chuckled, "any friendlier and he'd have been holding Zeke's hand."
Johnny laughed, "Yes, he did seem quite smitten with our boy. He's a good kid, though, so no worries there. I've often wondered which team he played for, but until now I've had no clear signals."
"It could just be that he's a nice guy and felt sorry for Zeke. Umm, I was wondering, have you discussed Zeke with your class before?"
"Only the basics. I didn't get into any specifics, why?"
"Maybe Brandon is just empathetic and picked up on Zeke's insecurity."
"Yeah, or maybe he thought Zeke was smokin' hot and wanted to move in before someone else did," Johnny laughed.
I laughed too, "By the way, what's his name, is that some of his work in the case?" I said pointing to the works marked BL."
"Lang, Brandon Lang, yeah, that's his work. Kind of surreal, yet very structured, not my style, but he's very good at what he does. His use of colors and shadow is amazing. I predict that Brandon will be very successful if he continues to pursue art. The problem is: the boy has so many interests, I'm amazed he finds time for this class. He plays baseball, football, soccer, and tennis, and...he's a swimmer."
"Ah, and it shows in his body," I chuckled.
"Down boy, he's only 15, almost 16."
"I can admire him without dragging him off to the boys' room," I chuckled.
"I'd almost bet he wouldn't need dragging," Johnny teased, "probably follow like an eager puppy."
"Now, who's being pervy?" I laughed.
We were interrupted then as Zeke and Brandon approached, and while they weren't quite holding hands, they certainly looked chummy.
"Umm, I was wondering," Zeke said blushing brightly, "if after the class I could go over to Brandon's house for a while?"
Whoa, already making play dates? I thought.
"Where do you live, Brandon," I said taking charge.
He gave me the address, which meant nothing, then the area, and I finally pinned down the approximate location. Surprisingly close to us, but in a better, richer neighborhood. Obviously his parents were upper class citizens.
"What would your parents think about you bringing a strange kid home with you?" I chuckled.
"Oh, it's just my mom and me, and she'd be fine with it. She likes it when I bring friends home. She says friends are very important."
Wow, I liked his mom already and I hadn't even met her.
"She'll be coming to pick me up and you can talk to her then, and if you say it's okay, Zeke can just ride with us," Brandon said, sounding confident, but not pushy.
"I think that would be fine. What do you think, Johnny?"
"I know Brandon is a good kid and I've met his mom a few times, so...sure, that's fine with me. We can pick him up later in time for dinner.
During the summer the class was held from 1 to 3, so that gave the boys about 2 and a half hours to visit and get acquainted, or...God only knew what else.
The class resumed after the break and I sat quietly and observed the second half. I never ceased to be amazed at Johnny's passion for art and his ability to convey that passion to others. His students seemed spellbound and not a single one of them ever acted out or acted bored. It was as if Johnny had complete control over them, which spoke volumes of his ability to not only produce art, but to teach others to do so as well.
Around three the group wrapped things up and though most of the group had their own transportation, a couple had to wait for a ride. Brandon's mom, unlike most parents, always came inside to pick up her son, often chatting with Johnny before they headed home. Today was no exception.
"Hi mom," Brandon said, his face lighting up when he saw his mom.
Teresa Lang, like her son, was blond, blue eyed...and gorgeous. If I had liked women, she would have been the kind of woman who would have got my motor purring. She was petite, with small firm breasts, and a curvy body that looked almost girlish. And the best part: she was a genuinely nice person who obviously loved her son very much and wanted to be a part of his world. From artwork to soccer, she was always there for him.
Introductions were made then, and after some small talk, Brandon hit up his mother with the request to bring home a new friend, Zeke. I watched her reaction and was pleased to see a knowing smile on her face, as if she had been expecting this all along. Her answer was simple: 'yes, of course', and she even suggested Zeke stay for dinner.
We hadn't expected that, but after conferring with Johnny we agreed that was fine as well. We set a pick up time at 9 p.m., and we got the actual address, written down this time. Remember, this was before the days of Navigation systems and we used printed maps and physical addresses to find places.
On the way home, Johnny and I discussed Brandon's situation.
"Poor kid, his dad was killed in a plane crash," Johnny said, "that was about two years ago. Since then it's been just the two of them. Fortunately, the insurance company paid out big time, plus he had a huge life insurance policy, so Teresa doesn't have to work. That way she's there for Brandon whenever he needs her. She's really a devoted mom."
"Do I need to worry about you being so close to this woman?" I teased, "Are you thinking about dumping me and marrying her?"
"Nah, wrong equipment, but still a nice person. I like both of them. I think we should invite them over sometime."
"Wow, first Zeke and Brandon, now we're suddenly in with the whole family," I chuckled, "but I'm all in, if they are. We could use more friends, of both sexes."
"Well, let's see what happens with Zeke and Brandon first."
"Hmm, I wonder how this will play out. I thought Zeke liked that boy he met in school, Larry."
"I dunno, school is out, and he hasn't seen the kid since May, so maybe that was just a casual thing. It might pick back up once school starts again, but let's face it, at his age, Zeke might not be ready to settle down."
"Well, we settled down a lot earlier than that," I reminded him.
"That's different, we're soulmates and we knew it from the beginning. Not everyone is that lucky."
"Yeah, I guess so. Hey, I was just thinking. We have the house to ourselves and we don't have to pick up Zeke till 9, so...how about some hanky panky?'
"Hell yeah," Johnny said, "and after some hot sweaty sex we can go out to eat."
"You and your stomach," I laughed, "I've got something you can eat in the meantime."
Johnny growled, "Yummy, can't wait to get home..."
It's been a while since I've described our sex in graphic detail, but this particular session will be burned into my mind forever.
As soon as we got home we started stripping off our clothes, and by the time we piled into bed we were both hard, hot, and horny. No matter how many times I saw Johnny naked, each time was like the first and never failed to excite me. His body had matured, as had mine, but we were still young studs, in the prime of our lives, and our stamina hadn't wavered over the years.
We began as usual, kissing and petting, and soon I was between Johnny's legs, worshiping his hard uncut pecker and ample balls. He was leaking profusely and I loved the taste of his precum, almost as much as I liked the taste of his cum. In an effort to get more of the honey flowing, I was teasing his pecker and nuzzling and sucking his balls, driving him crazy, but never letting him get too close to orgasm.
Next, it was his turn to reciprocate, and when I was so close I could feel the sap rising in my balls, I pulled him up on top of me and we just kissed and cuddled till we both settled down.
A '69 came next, but again we paced ourselves, not wanting the moment of release to come too soon, and not this way. We wanted to make love as the final act of the day, and by the time we were ready to do so, it was only a question of who went first.
Since I love getting drilled long and hard by Johnny, I decided I should fuck him first, then submit to him and let him have at it for as long as he could last.
By this point in my sexual life with Johnny I knew how to pace myself, getting close, then backing off, so as to prolong my lovemaking as long as possible. This time I think I set a new record, and it was beginning to take a toll on me. As in-shape and strong as I was, my legs were shaking and my arms could barely support me any more. So reluctantly, this time when I began hammering away at him, I let myself go. Four more thrusts and I was there. Bottoming out, I remained inside my lover as jolt after jolt of hot thick semen painted the walls of his intestines.
Still shaking and near exhaustion, I fell down on Johnny, rubbing out the last of my orgasm, before meeting his lips for a deep kiss of love and gratitude.
"Wow, that was hot," Johnny gasped when we'd broken the kiss, "I hope I can last that long."
"You can," I urged, "maybe even longer. I'm hoping for a long fuck," I said grinning.
"A fuck, not lovemaking?" he grinned back.
"Hey, sometimes I just want to get fucked, so sue me," I smirked.
"No problem, mister. If you want to get fucked, I'm your man. Now, assume the position. To start with, on your tummy, ass in the air..."
So Johnny lubed me up, mounted me and began what we both hoped would be a long, wild fuck-session. After a while he had me get up on all fours and he pounded me that way for a while before finally having me lay down on my back, legs high in the air, while he fucked me senseless.
And it was in that position, Johnny fucking like a pro that the bedroom door popped open and in stepped Bill and Peter.
It took me a moment to register that something was wrong, but Johnny was so caught up in the heat of the moment that he'd yet to notice we had an audience.
"Holy...shhh shhit," I heard Bill say with wide eyes, "I kn...knew you...fu fucked, but I nev never...knew it...it was was like this."
Peter laughed, "That's how men do it. Damn, Johnny, you got a big dick."
So, what could we do? We'd been caught, but should we quit, try to cover ourselves, run the boys off? That old saying, 'it's like shutting the barn door after the horses escape', came to mind, and I thought, 'fuck it'. Let them watch my stud of a boyfriend fuck me senseless. It's not like they don't go at it like bunnies when they get the chance.
"You guys, know how to knock?" Johnny growled, but he was still thrusting, headed toward orgasm.
"Sorry, we did, but no one answered," Peter said moving a bit closer, as did Bill, to see the action up close.
"You shouldn't be here," I protested weakly.
"We won't tell," Peter assured me, right Bill?'
"Nnnn...no way," Bill said, his eyes as big as saucers, "Wow!"
"Oh what the hell," Johnny decided as he began fucking me for all he was worth.
Seconds later I felt his cock begin to expand and contract and I knew he was filling me with his man seed. What happened next surprised even me as my own cock began to fire off without being touched, coating my tummy and chest with my much smaller load.
"Wow, he fucked the cum outa you," Peter giggled.
"Come on...Pe...Peter," Bill said grabbing his brother's hand, "let...let's go fu...fuck."
And just like that they were out the door, leaving us to recover, not only from our orgasms, but with the knowledge that we'd inspired the two brothers to run home and try out what they'd just witnessed.
I didn't know whether to feel shame or pride, but Johnny pretty much summed it all up for me.
"Well, I guess that's what being a positive role model is all about..."
We laughed so hard then that we nearly fell out of bed.
End Chapter 38
Zeke has a new friend. Will his friendship with Brandon turn out to be more than just friendship, or will they become lovers, or at least FWB? And the boys next door get a lesson in how to fuck. Next time: the sleepover.
Send all comments to: kewl_dad1@hotmail.com I welcome all feedback and promise a timely reply.
Kewl Dad
6-10-2024
**A special thanks to my buddy Michael in NY for his much appreciated help with editing, story ideas, and illustrations. Love ya buddy.
I have updated my story list if you see any missing please let me know.
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