The Caregiver, Chapter 4
Tom Borden
At Harry Butler's welcoming party, Ricky and Bobby met some of the worst who populated the gay world, as well as some of the best. In the boys' naivete, neither of them considered themselves a part of that world. They believed they were different. They simply loved each other. The word "Gay" certainly didn't apply to them. Nor did the word "homosexual," which they believed was simply a derisive name for sexually perverse people. They didn't consider themselves perverse in any way.
Harry Butler, understood the naïve misconception his two young friends were laboring under, and believed the very gentle father and son duo, George and Tony Preston, were just the ones who could help these two lovely young men come to grips with who they really are, as well as arrive at a better understanding of the very different world in which they now reside.
As promised, George Preston called Ricky and Bobby and invited them to join him and his son Tony the next weekend at their lake cottage. Harry had already warned them about the boys' perception of their identity, and expressed his hope that George and Tony could "loosen them up," so to speak, so they might eventually be more comfortable with being a part of the gay community.
Ricky and Bobby drove to the Preston's lake cottage with a good deal of trepidation as to what lay in store for them. They vowed they would impress that father and son with the fact that they loved each other in a different way from the so-called "gay" men.
They arrived in early afternoon and were graciously greeted at the door by both George and Tony, who were dressed in knee-length shorts, polo shirts and beach sandals. When the boys entered, they were tremendously impressed with the elegance of the living room and its formal furnishings, not at all what they expected for a cottage. As they sank into the luxurious sofa, Tony brought in a tray of soft drinks and a bowl of nachos and salsa dip.
George and Tony sat in a loveseat facing them. "Well, boys," George said, "we're delighted that you could come for the weekend. We know it's going to be a pleasant stay."
"When we met you at Harry's party," Tony said, "I had the feeling you weren't overly impressed with some of Harry's guests."
Bobby reached for a nacho chip. "Well, Tony, we've just never been around people like that."
"What was your impression of them?" George asked.
"It was that they were all . . . you know . . . gay. We just don't feel like we belong with them."
"I can understand that," George said. "I don't want to be around some of those people, either. But tell me. You and Ricky love each other?"
"Yes."
"And as part of that love, sex with each other is important?"
"Yes."
"Well, sex with men is just as important to all those who were there at the party, even though some are missing the love they all crave."
"So that means," Ricky said, "they're not really the same as Bobby and me if they don't love someone."
"But they are the same, Ricky. You are attracted to another man, and enjoy the sex you have with him. Every one of those men at the party are also attracted to other men sexually. And having that kind of attraction to other men means they are homosexuals, just as you are homosexuals. So, like it or not, each of you is one of us."
"I'm not a homosexual," Bobby said. "I don't like homosexuals. I don't want to be called that."
George laughed. "Think about it, Bobby. Think about the definition of homosexual and then tell me you are not a homosexual."
Bobby hung his head with a pout on his face.
Tony also chuckled. "Bobby and Ricky, you are the first homophobic homosexuals I've ever met."
"A sort of an oxymoron, I would say," George said.
A smile came over Bobby's face. "Okay, I guess we are homosexuals. But dammit, I'm not gay."
"Well, I don't particularly like it, either." George said, "Homosexuality refers to a sexual attraction between men. But the term gay, in my opinion, refers to a life style. And the definition of a gay lifestyle can be rather fuzzy sometimes."
"Good," Bobby murmured. "I'm not gay."
Ricky popped open another can of soda. "We've been curious, Mr. Preston . . . ."
"Call me George."
"Okay, George. We've been sort of curious about you and Tony. It seems kind of unusual to have a father and son . . . you know . . . ."
"I know," George said, as he reached over and ran his hand over the soft hair on Tony's thigh. "When Tony's mother died, it was just the two of us living together. When Tony entered puberty, he started masturbating like we all do at that age. I realized all men have sexual cravings of one sort or another, and Tony and I were no different in our sexual needs. It just didn't seem reasonable, since sex is such a big part of every man's life, that we each keep all those common feelings a secret from each other, especially since we lived in such close quarters together."
"Yeah," Tony said, "There didn't seem to be any point in keeping it a secret that we jacked off a lot alone." Tony looked at his dad. "I don't remember exactly how it happened, but I remember dad jumped into my bed one night while I was jerking off and took hold of my cock with his own hand and finished me off."
"That's right," George said, as he moved his hand up under Tony's short pant leg. "And after that, we jacked each other off almost every night. Then one night I told him about how his mother always liked to suck me off. And old horny Tony here leaped onto me and took my cock into his mouth and gave me the best blow job I'd ever had."
Tony smiled and leaned over, kissing his dad on the lips. "And then my horny dad here turned around a gave me my very first blow job."
"And it was the first blow job I'd ever given anybody," George said. "God, it was good. The taste of his boy-cream was like honey. It wasn't long before I realized I loved Tony way beyond the love I had for him just as his father. I found I loved him more than I could ever love a fucking woman."
Tony squeezed his dad's bulge, which had grown considerably as he talked. "It was the same with me. Especially after we began fucking each other in the ass, I never had any desire to do anything with a woman. I could never love a woman like I love my dad."
George stood up and pulled off his polo shirt. "Hey, what do you say we get rid of these clothes and go on out on the dock and get some sun. Come on, boys, pull `em off."
Ricky and Bobby continued to sit as immovable as two stones and stared at this father and son stripping off their clothes. George had a full blown hard-on and Tony's was visibly rising. The two of them looked almost like brothers. They were both deeply tanned with enormously erotic tan lines. Their bodies were well toned, but not overly muscular. Their skin was totally unblemished, and the hair on their legs, chest and forearms was like a dusting of light brown fur. Their pubic hair was almost black, with the thick bush extending almost all the way across their narrow hips.
"Come on, boys," George repeated. "You can just leave your clothes there on the sofa. Will you be able to swim, Bobby?"
"Yes, I think so. I've had a lot of therapy in the pool at the hospital. I'm not able to swim well, but I can at least stay afloat."
Ricky and Bobby slowly undressed as father and son watched.
"You're two great looking specimens," George said, shaking his head in awe. "I can see where it must have been awfully easy for the two of you to fall in love."
While there was a gentle breeze, their skin felt pleasantly warm in the bright sun as they walked down to the dock.
"Why," Ricky asked, "do you have those sexy looking tan lines? I thought you stayed naked all the time down here."
"Well, there are some families in neighboring cottages who come over from time to time to swim with us. We try to be respectable and wear our suits when they're here. We're always ultra-civilized when we're with non-believers. But today, we'll be just as uncivilized as we want to be while our two new friends are with us. We'll be naked as the day we were born."
"Yeah," Tony said, "sometimes I wonder if dad was born with that humongous cock of his."
"Why sure, Tony. I thought you knew that," George said as he shook his cock at Ricky and Bobby. "I declare, though. I think these two boys have me beat. I can only guess what a trip that would be to have those two hot rods up my ass."
Ricky's and Bobby's cocks were at full mast now, and both boys appeared to have lost some of the embarrassment they had minutes before.
George cast his eyes over the boy's bodies. "You guys look like you could use some sun yourselves. Here, let's spread these beach towels out, and we'll all lie here and soak up some rays."
George and Tony lay side by side on one towel and Ricky and Bobby followed suit and did the same on the other towel. The sun felt good on their pale skin. They cast their eyes toward the father and son, who had rolled close together and were kissing deeply and passionately. With Tony on his back, George crouched over him and ran his tongue through his son's ears and down over his neck and into the light hair on his well-developed pectorals. He sucked hard on both nipples before running his tongue down over the boy's stomach and into his bush of pubic hair. He teased the head of Tony's circumcised penis with the tip of his tongue and licked up the clear semen that bubbled from it.
George cast his eyes toward Ricky and Bobby. "Mmm, this is so good," he purred.
He then brought his tongue down over the underside of Tony's gorged penis, taking both of his balls into his mouth, letting them pop out, one by one. He ran his tongue over the soft hair on the fleshy part of his son's upper inner thighs. He finished the tongue bath by going over almost every inch of Tony's beautifully shaped thighs and calves.
As George sucked on Tony's toes, he looked over at Ricky and Bobby. "Don't be shy. Haven't you ever loved each other's body out in the open air like this?"
"Yes, once," Bobby said. "But it was at night out in the back yard."
"Oh, how great," Tony said. "Dad and I love to fuck outside at night under a starry sky and a bright moon. Maybe we can all do that one night this weekend before you leave."
Until now, Bobby had thought it unthinkable to have sex any other way but alone with Ricky. But after watching George loving Tony's body, he lay there as horny as he'd ever been. He found himself in a sexual frenzy like he'd never experienced before. With little warning, he flung his body on Ricky's body and attacked it with his tongue much like George had done with his son. He hadn't realized how exciting it could be to know others were watching him. As he licked and kissed almost every inch of Ricky's body, he could see through the corner of his eye, George mounting his son from the rear and fucking him with jackhammer force.
George reached over and ran his hand over Bobby's firm little ass cheeks as he continued to fuck Tony's ass.
The sensation of George's hand running over his ass and down through his crack made Bobby's own cock feel as though it would explode. His excitement grew with the knowledge that someone other than Ricky was fondling him. How could this be? Until now, he never imagined sharing any part of his body with anyone but Ricky.
George leaned over and said in Bobby's ear, "Fuck him, Bobby. I'll race you, Bobby. We'll see who can cum first."
Bobby felt as though he was in a spinning top. His mind was suddenly going all crazy with passion, and craving, and longing. He raised Ricky's legs and plunged his turgid cock into his asshole. He pounded Ricky's ass hard and fast. So fast that he was gasping for air as though he was running up hill. Never before had he been so sexually charged.
George was also breathless. He said, "Let's both pull out when we cum, so we'll know who won. I'm gonna win, Bobby. I'm gonna win."
Soon, Bobby felt the muscles in his groin begin to cramp violently. He pulled his cock out of Ricky's ass and felt his orgasm gripping his insides like never before as he watched one powerful stream of cum after another shoot out onto Ricky's stomach, neck, and face. Moments later, George growled as his orgasm took hold of him. He pulled out in time for great volleys of cum to spray across his son's back.
Breathlessly, both George and Bobby collapsed upon their beach towel.
George rolled over and gave Bobby a quick kiss on the lips. "Well, you won the race. And what a load you put out there."
Tony also rolled close to Ricky and ran his tongue over his cheek, bringing a good sized glob of Bobby's cum into his mouth.
Tony, of course, had felt his father's huge dick going in and out of his ass, but he could tell his dad was holding back a little from moment to moment. It was obvious to him that his dad wanted Bobby to win. Tony and his dad had agreed beforehand they would do all they could to bring Bobby and Ricky into a greater understanding of the joys of being in the gay world. They would do everything they could to open up these two naïve young men to all the pleasures available to them as homosexuals.
"Well it's time for a swim," George said as he stood up. "But first, let me lick some of that cum off your back, Tony. No need to let the fish have it. Mmm, it's so good."
When George and Tony dove in, Bobby sat on the edge of the dock and unstrapped his prosthesis. He slid into the water, but stayed close and held on to one of the pilings.
Ricky dove in and swam out a ways from the dock. He stopped and treaded water for a few moments as he looked around for his hosts. He saw Tony swimming toward him just below the surface of the water. Suddenly, he had the oddest sensation and realized his hard cock was being sucked into Tony's mouth under water. He continued to tread water as he felt Tony's hands gripping his hips.
Tony brought up his face momentarily for air and then went down and resumed sucking Ricky's cock.
Ricky reached down and held onto Tony's shoulders and began pumping his cock into Tony's mouth. Hardly seconds went by before Ricky's orgasm took hold of his gut. He could feel his sperm surging up his shaft as Tony's tongue swirled over his penis head.
Bobby watched as Tony surfaced and kissed Ricky on the mouth. At that moment, he saw George sliding toward him just under the surface like an eel. But instead of taking Bobby's penis in his mouth, he went behind the boy. Bobby could feel his ass cheeks being pulled apart and George's tongue pushing its way into his asshole. In the next moment, he felt his balls being sucked into George's mouth from behind.
George surfaced and, taking Bobby by the hips, lifted him up and sat him on the edge of the dock. Pushing the boy's legs apart, George pressed his face into his crotch and took the full length of Bobby's hard penis into his mouth.
Bobby saw Ricky swimming toward them. Although he didn't want George to stop sucking, he worried about what Ricky would think.
Ricky hoisted himself up on the dock and sat close to Bobby. He leaned over and kissed Bobby and told him he loved him. As George continued to suck, Ricky ran his tongue over Bobby's pecs and sucked on his sensitive nipples. Just then, Bobby's orgasm took hold of him. He stiffened up and reveled in the feel of his cum spurting into George's mouth. I wasn't Ricky's mouth, but it felt wonderful, anyway.
When it was all over, the four of them once again lay exhausted on the beach towels, this time in a tight huddle of four naked bodies with their arms around one another.
When they returned to the house, they sat naked in the living room. The atmosphere among them was now considerably different. George sat next to Tony with their arms around each other.
George smiled at Bobby and Ricky. "What a delightful afternoon. We love a good sexual romp like that. But, as you can see, Tony and I still love each as much as ever. And I hope I can say the same for you."
Ricky and Bobby looked at each other and smiled. They threw their arms around each other and kissed passionately. It was true. They had an unexpectedly erotic afternoon with the Prestons, but here they were, still together and still deeply in love. Neither one of them had had a secret rendezvous with another man. They had done it openly and unabashedly while together and within each other's sight. And it was okay. It was really okay.
After a light supper, they all went to bed early. The four of them piled into the huge king-size bed and let their passion for sex take them where it would. They never went to sleep and were still awake when the sun came up. Ricky and Bobby were fucked by both George and Tony, who were in turn fucked by both Ricky and Bobby. In addition, they sucked one another off several times. The finale to this marathon occurred when Ricky and Bobby fucked each other while lying next to George and Tony who were also fucking each other.
Bobby never realized he could cum so many times in one night. It seemed odd that, through it all, he and Ricky had inexplicably become even more in love than ever, if that were possible. As he watched the first rays of the dawn appear, he looked at George and his son, who had dosed off, wrapped tightly in each other's arms.
Bobby loved the feel of Ricky's beautiful body pressed tightly against his as they blinked and looked into each other's eyes. Yes, they loved each other very much, but they had just experienced what was known as . . . the gay life. Not bad. Not bad at all.
The following night was a virtual repeat of the previous one, but this time they spent the night out on the grassy slope leading down to the water. The stars were bright, and a full moon cast a romantic aura over their naked bodies.
Ricky and Bobby left for home on Sunday morning, exhausted, but exhilarated by the reaffirmation of their love that had strangely occurred over the weekend with these other two gorgeous men.
Coach Mac knew that Bobby and his guardian would be away for the weekend. On Saturday, he stood at his office window and looked out at the empty practice field. He missed seeing Bobby out there working on bringing back his pitching style. Over the past couple of weeks since he learned that Bobby may be gay, he became increasingly obsessed with the boy. He was hurt and disappointed that Bobby didn't react to the not-so-subtle overtures he'd made in the shower that day.
As he continued to stare at the empty field, he saw a young man standing on the sidewalk outside the chain-link fence that surrounded the field. He seemed to be looking for something inside the fence. Soon, the man walked to the door of the athletic office and knocked.
Coach Mac answered it. "Yes, can I help you." He vaguely recognized the boy.
"Yes, sir. I was wondering if Bobby Carter would be practicing today."
"No, he's away for the weekend. He'll be back Monday. You were a student here, weren't you? I think I saw you around last year."
"Yes," the boy said. "My name's Aldo Rosetti and I graduated this past spring."
"You hardly look old enough, even now, to have been a high school student."
Aldo looked down at his hands shyly. "I know. I'm not very big. I'm sorry."
Coach Mac asked the boy to sit down. "You shouldn't be sorry about anything. You're a very good looking young man. Are you a friend of Bobby's?"
"Not really. I've always gone to his games and enjoyed watching him. I never met him, though, until a week or so ago. I met him at a party and was really thrilled to see him up close and talk with him. But I come down here to school a lot and watch him practicing."
Mac sat close to Aldo and looked into the boy's eyes. "Do you know much about Bobby Carter?"
"Not much."
Mac hesitated. "Have you heard anything about him? I mean, has he got a girlfriend?"
"No, he doesn't have a girlfriend." Aldo twisted his hands in his lap.
"How do you know? Did he tell you that when he talked to you at the party?"
"No."
Mac leaned forward. "Then, how do you know that?"
"Because he's . . . I mean. Because he's gay. I'm sure you know that." When Mac said nothing, Aldo stood up and started for the door. "I shouldn't be talking about him."
Mac stood up and put his arm around Aldo's shoulders and led him back to his chair. "It's all right, Aldo. I knew. But where did you hear about his being gay?"
"Nobody told me. I just assumed he was at the party. Everyone there was gay."
"Including yourself?"
Aldo looked down at his hands, which were visibly shaking. "Yes."
Mac reached over and put both hands on Aldo's knees. "You sound ashamed of that. You shouldn't be. You're a very attractive young man. I would imagine that Bobby was attracted to you at the party."
"I don't think so. I told him I liked him, but he made it pretty clear that he was with this other man he was holding on to."
"Oh, yes. Ricky." Mac rose from his chair and walked to the window. He stared at the vacant field for a moment and then turned back and stood behind Aldo. He put his hands on the boy's shoulders and kneaded them gently.
"Does that feel good, Aldo?"
Aldo nodded. "Yes."
"Have you ever had sex with another man?"
Aldo took a deep breath. "Yes."
Mac ran his hand through Aldo's black, curly hair. "I was about to take a shower when you came in."
"I'm sorry."
"Would you like to take a shower with me? Since you're gay yourself, I'd sort of like you to tell me if my naked body would be attractive to other men."
Aldo shook his head. "I don't know. Why would you want to know that?"
"I'm just curious, Aldo, what it is about a man's body that makes him attractive to other men. Please, Aldo. It won't take long."
Mac came around to face Aldo and pulled off his t-shirt. He saw Aldo looking at his chest. He unsnapped his shorts and let them fall to the floor, revealing his very hard penis only inches from Aldo's face. Soon, he was completely naked and reached under Aldo's arms, bringing him to his feet.
Aldo stood with a frightened look on his face as Mac slowly stripped off all the boy's clothes. Aldo haltingly brought his hands up to Mac's chest and ran his slender fingers over the nipples.
"That feels nice, Aldo." Mac reached down and took Aldo's hard cock in his hand. It was long and thin with an upward curve to it. Putting his arm around Aldo's waist, he led him into the shower and turned on the water.
They both lathered up, and Mac carefully washed Aldo's cock and balls and ass crack. When they had completely rinsed off, Mac led Aldo over to the wall and told him to lean against it. He got down on his knees and took Aldo's throbbing penis into his mouth. He sucked the full length of it in and out his mouth as he fondled the boy's very long set of balls. He felt Aldo's fingers running through his hair and down over his neck and shoulders. He was pleased that the boy was enjoying having his cock sucked. As he sucked harder and harder, Mac ran his hands over Aldo's thin, but gracefully shaped legs.
Soon, Mac heard muffled groans coming from Aldo's mouth and felt the boy's hard cock begin to throb violently in his mouth. Then came the flood of warm sperm filling his mouth like warm vanilla pudding. Before pulling off, he let it seep slowly down his throat.
Aldo was clearly exhausted and slipped down the wall to a sitting position. The water was still running and splashed over them.
Mac took hold of Aldo's shoulders and gently laid him down on his back on the wet shower floor. He looked into the boy's dark eyes that were full of longing.
"Now, I want to give you the best fuck you've ever had, Aldo. Okay?"
Aldo smiled and nodded his head.
Mac lifted the boy's legs so Aldo could hold them up with his hands behind his knees. Water was still splashing over them as Mac mounted the boy and pressed his gorged cock into his rectum. He could feel Aldo's Sphincter clamping repeatedly on it.
"You've got a nice hot asshole," Mac gasped as he plunged his cock vigorously in and out of the boy's hole.
Aldo stared up into Mac's face as he ran his hands over Mac's muscular arms.
"Does it feel good, boy?"
"Oh, yes. Yes, yes."
Only two or three minutes went by before Mac felt his orgasm building and his cock becoming almost unbearably hard. He held his breath and when the orgasm hit and he felt his sperm surging up the shaft, he let out a yell that echoed throughout the locker room. He felt his cock slapping against the walls of Aldo's rectum as the excrutiating orgasmic surges continued.
When it was over, Mac collapsed onto Aldo, and they lay still for a few moments in a pool of water.
Mac soon rose to his feet and pulled Aldo to a standing position. He led the boy out of the shower where they dried themselves. They walked naked into Mac's office, where Mac asked the boy to sit down, which he did on a metal folding chair.
Mac smiled at the boy and said, "Did you enjoy that, Aldo?"
Aldo looked as though he had tears in his eyes. "Oh, yes sir. It was great."
"Now here's what I want you to do, Aldo. I want you to go and visit Bobby Carter wherever he's living now. I think he's moved. Do you know where he lives?"
"Yes sir. He lives in a neighborhood at the edge of Alamo Heights. Most of the guys who live in that area are gay. I live in a garage apartment not far from his house."
"Perfect. I want you to tell him that you managed to seduce Coach Mac."
"Huh? Seduced?"
"Yes, you worked on me until you convinced me to have sex with you."
"But Coach . . . ."
"Never mind, Aldo. I want you to tell him I was the best fuck you've ever had. And after you forced me to suck your cock, you realized I was the best cocksucker you've ever had."
"But why? I don't . . . ."
"It doesn't matter Aldo. If you do this for me, I'll let you suck my cock and fuck my ass in payment. Please promise me you'll do it."
Aldo opened his eyes wide. "You'll let me do this with you again.?"
"As many times as you want, Aldo. You're a sweet boy." Mac ran his hand up along Aldo's thigh and fondled his balls. "As many times as you want."
"Okay, sir. I'll try."
Aldo quickly got dressed and left.
Mac looked at the chair where Aldo had been seated and saw the smear of his own cum that had dripped out of Aldo's ass on the seat. He sat back in his chair and locked his hands behind his head. He smiled. If Bobby won't react to my overtures, he thought, his knowing that I'm a terrific fuck and a great cocksucker will make him come to papa. I'll play hard to get at first, and make him beg for it.
The very thought of being seduced by Bobby caused Mac's penis again to inflate to full hardness. He looked down at it and said, "It won't be long now before I'll have you pushed up snuggly into Bobby's cute little ass."
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