The Golden Boys
Chapter Eleven
Tim Makes a Decision
When Harris went home to gather clothes for Colin and Tim, he filled Darryl in on Tim's situation, and suggested that he should talk to their soon-to-be house guest.
"I don't know if I'm the right person to talk to him," Darryl said. "I left an abusive marriage, but from what you tell me, this guy loves his wife. It's just that he can't come to grips with being gay. Our situations are very different."
"Perhaps, but you are still the best one to talk to him. He's miserable and does need to unburden a little."
"Of course. I'll see what I can do, but no promises."
When Harris came home with his two burn victims, he was shocked to see a bed made up in the living room. He had never realized that the sofa that he so often sat on, was a sleep sofa. It was a pleasant surprise.
The Golden Boys all welcomed Tim warmly and made him feel at home as best they could.
"Come with me," Colin said to Tim. "I'll give you a little orientation tour of the house, especially the back yard pool."
Tim followed Colin out to the pool area. They were alone for a moment, and Tim asked, "How can you stand living with such old guys? Any one of them could be our father."
"I love them all, and when you are with them a little while, the age difference matters less and less. It actually disappears." Colin winked at Tim. "Believe me," he whispered. "They make great lovers. They have a lot of staying power."
Tim laughed. "Maybe I'll get a chance to find out."
"That's possible. What middle aged man doesn't like young meat now and then? Let me show you the rest of the house. I don't think we should stay out in the sun too long anyway."
The entire household, all naked, enjoyed dinner at poolside. As shocked as Tim was, he didn't want to be different, so he stripped also, making a few mouths water.
After dinner, Colin realized that he felt really tired. He told Harris that he would like to lie down.
"Come with me," Harris said. "I'll change your dressings and get you to bed." They headed for their bedroom.
Darryl turned to Tim. "Now would be a good time for me to change your dressings, and we can have a little talk."
Tim had been waiting patiently to talk to Darryl. "I'd like that," he said.
They sat down together on the sleep sofa and Darryl removed Tim's bandages. His skin didn't look bad at all. It had the appearance of someone who may have had a little too much sun. Darryl thought he didn't even need a new dressing, but he applied the burn lotion, and rewrapped Tim's arms and legs anyway.
When he was done, he said, "Harris tells me that you are married and leading a double life. I was married too. I know what it was like."
"I know."
"How long have you been married?"
"A little over a year."
"Wow! I'm twice your age, and I just recently made a major adjustment to my life. It was sheer torture leading a double life and sneaking around all the time. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. Don't wait to act until you are as old as I am. If you can't control your urges, and I'm sure you can't, you should tell your wife now, and split. At least leave her while she's young and pretty, instead of an old shrew like mine was."
"Don't you think I haven't wanted to? The last thing I want to do is hurt her. I really love her."
"Unfortunately, that's where our paths go in different directions, and makes it so that I can't advise you. I hated my wife. I took great happiness in leaving her, hoping she would be miserable. She was a shrew, and delighted in making my life a living hell. She was also frigid and didn't really want to have sex with me."
"My wife enjoys sex. At least I think so. We were both virgins when we married. I have to be honest though. Sex with Carrie is not half as satisfying as with a man, even a casual pick–up. I fantasize that if I was in a loving relationship with a man, it would be even better."
"Look, Tim, our marriages may have been at opposite ends of the spectrum, but I still know how you feel. You're young. You and your wife deserve to be happy the rest of your lives. By leaving her, you give her a shot at real happiness. She may think she's happy now, but you said it yourself. If she makes love to someone who is really into her, she'll see the difference, and know real happiness."
There wasn't much more that Darryl could say. The two men sat silently on the sleep sofa. Finally Darryl put his arm around Tim's shoulder.
"It'll be all right," he said. "I know you'll work it out and do what's right for you. Let me caution you that if you choose to stay with your wife, you'd better commit yourself completely to her, and stop playing with men. Can you really do that?"
Tim thought long and the silence was deadly. Finally he said, "I don't think I can."
"Then you know what you have to do. Be strong. If you need a place to stay until you get stabilized, you are welcome to this sleep sofa."
"Thanks, Darryl. That's very generous of you."
"Why don't you try to get some sleep now? From what I see, after tomorrow, you won't have to dress your burns. You'll be peeling off dead skin instead, like after a bad sunburn. You can go home after that. Until then, think about how you want to live your life."
Darryl put his arm around Tim's shoulder, who rested his head on Darryl's chest. "Thanks," he said. "I hope that when I'm your age, I'll be as wise as you are."
"Go to sleep now." Darryl pulled down the top sheet and Tim crawled in. When he was tucked in, Darryl leaned over to kiss Tim good night. Out of pure instinct, both men gave each other some tongue, and they smiled at each other as Darryl left. He shut off the lights in the living room, and Tim fell asleep almost immediately.
He woke up about 4 AM, and had to pee badly. He ran to the bathroom and relieved himself. On the way back, he was surprised to see that there was a light on in the back patio. Thinking it had been left on in error, he went outside to shut it off. As soon as he did, he could see that Colin was dozing on a lounge chair. He was naked except for the bandages on his head and hands. He stared at Colin's naked form, lust beginning to build throughout his body. His prick stiffened, and he stifled a slight involuntary cry. He knew in that instant that he had to leave his wife to live a gay life. His awakening left him feeling happy and dizzy at the same time. He glanced down once again at Colin. Was it his imagination or was Colin's cock growing? Unable to restrain himself he leaned over his dozing friend, and enveloped Colin's cock in his mouth.
He began to suck slowly, rapturously, sensuously, and Colin began to stir. He expected Colin to push him away. Instead Colin put his bandaged hand on Tim's head, pushed down, urging him to take more of his cock into his mouth. It wasn't long before Colin gushed generously into Tim's hungry mouth.
"Thanks," Colin purred. "That was an unexpected pleasure."
"What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?""
"I went to sleep so early, I woke up about an hour ago. I didn't want to disturb Harris, so I came out here. It's a beautiful night, and this is my favorite part of the house."
At the mention of Harris, Tim stiffened. "Harris will kill me."
"He won't," Colin said standing up. "Come with me."
He led Tim to his bedroom and closed the door. Harris was lying uncovered. He was on his back and his cock was quite soft.
"Don't you want to do something about that?" Colin asked pointing at Harris's limp dick.
Tim smiled sweetly at Colin and went down on Harris's rod. He gave Harris the same sensuous treatment he had given Colin. Like his partner, Harris stirred. He put his hand on Tim's head urging him further in. Tim was enjoying himself, and hoped that Harris wouldn't cum too soon. He remembered what Colin had said about staying power, and his wishes were answered. As long as it took Harris to cum, Tim was still disappointed that it didn't last longer.
There was no way that Harris was going to fall asleep again. All three cuddled into the one bed.
"What did you and Darryl talk about?" Harris asked. Tim didn't answer so Harris was prompted to say, "I'm sorry. It's none of my business."
"Actually it is your business. The whole household is part of the business. Darryl urged me to be honest with myself, and even more so with my wife, Carrie. Just spending one night in a gay household has made me see how much I need to be a part of the gay community. More importantly, it has made me see how important it is to be honest. I can't spend a lifetime sneaking around in utter frustration. I've decided to come clean with Carrie, and move on."
To show that they approved of his decision, Harris and Colin proceeded to kiss Tim on his mouth, and shortly thereafter they were sucking his cock. It was Colin's mouth he came in, but he generously shared Tim's cum with Harris.
"It's not even five yet," Harris said. "Let's try to get some sleep. "In the morning Rosie was up first. He was surprised that Tim was not on the sleep sofa. He looked outside. Not at the pool either. On a hunch he peeked in at Colin and Harris. When he saw the three of them wrapped up in each other's arms, he knew instinctively that they had enjoyed a threesome during the night. He smiled and shut the door quietly.
Over the next two weeks, Tim went to his home just to pick up his mail, do his laundry and get fresh clothes for work. His bandages were gone. He left for work from Bob's house, and when he came home he returned there. It was becoming his home.
Every night at the pool, the seven men admitted their lust for each other and there was non-stop love making. They all were so much in love with each other that they thought of it as a love fest. To others it may have looked like an orgy. None of them gave a hoot to what others might think. They closed up the sleep sofa. Every night Tim slept with one of the couples. He was young and hard, and they appreciated the way he could fuck them.
To be continued...