Okay, this is a quick note to all that this story is that, just a story, a fantasy of mine. I have no knowledge of the Moffats' sexuality. No disrespect is intended, they are a fine group of young men who have a great talent.
The Moffats by David (DAG1064@aol.com)
It was a nice warm sunny Southern California day. The kind of weather that makes being outside nice. I checked over the limousine once more before backing it out of the garage of my new house on a hill overlooking Thousand Oaks. I had lived here for years, loving the small town feel of it. I had made my fortune early in life, doing bodyguard work for the stars. I had fallen into that after leaving the military life behind. I worked hard at what I did, and the word eventually got around as to how good I was. A few days ago, some people from a record company had hired me to protect a rock group. Naturally I took the job. I wasn't told everything, but I would soon find out I was to protect the young men known as The Moffats. They were one of my favorite kid rock groups. The four of them could really play and sing. Three of them were triplets, 14 years old, while the fourth brother was fifteen. Dave, Clint, Bob, And Scott were awesome looking boys. I entertained fantasies about them. I wanted them in the worst way. I forgot to mention that I'm a boylover. I love boys very much. I take an interest in them as people, and try to treat them with respect. The boys I've loved in the past had become good, happy people as a result of our relationships. Some of them just wanted a friend to talk to, others wanted to experiment, and there were the tiny few that I had very meaningful relationships with. But I loved them all. But today, my big dreams of the Moffats were going to come true. I had everything planned. Each boy would have his own room, I had planned to seduce each one carefully. Turned out I didn't need to plan those moves. They took care of that almost immediately.
I headed off to the airport, LAX. Their plane would be coming in from Germany, and I was to meet them at the baggage claim, lead them to safety from all those e screaming girls (ick) and take them to safety. No problem, right? Rock fans are generally cool people, but screaming, drooling girls are another matter entirely. I've had a few faint in front of the limo while the others try to physically remove the doors the hard way. However, airport security and I had an understanding ever since I caught a mad bomber a year ago. Seems there was a crazy guy running around blowing up parts of LAX. I caught him while he was planting one, took him down, took apart the bomb, and turned him over to LAX police. I made sure they got the credit for the capture. Ever since then, they've assisted me countless times. Those guys really work hard for their money. Knowing the Moffats were coming to LAX, we laid a plan. The girls would be chasing a group of Moffats look alikes courtesy of one officer's son and his three buddies. That plan worked too well. The four brothers watched the screaming girl mob run off after the fakes.
"I love it when a plan comes together," I grinned, lighting a cigar. The boys laughed. The luggage was loaded, and we left the airport. I listened to them talk and laugh in the back while I drove. They finally settled down and relaxed. One of the boys climbed up into the front seat area with me. His three brothers were sleeping peacefully.
"Hey, Clint. I get ya right?" I asked. Clint smiled. "Sure did," he said in a soft voice that sent shivers up and down my spine.
"Cool. Glad to meet you guys," I said.
"Thanks. Nice to meet you. How did you manage to keep the girls away from us?" he asked. I explained the plan I had used. Clint laughed.
"Real slick, David. That was real slick," he grinned. "I'll have to suggest that to my Dad next time we go somewhere."
"Guaranteed to work everytime," I grinned.
"Thanks for taking us in for the week," Clint said.
"Not a problem. I just got a new house, my first. I hope you guys like the place. Got a pool in the back, a weight room, a jacuzzi, and a few extras as well. Everyone will have his own room," I said.
"Hey, thanks! Appreciate that," Clint smiled.
"Good. We'll be there in another half hour," I told him. We were there in the time frame I had told him. I let the other three sleep a bit longer, getting their luggage out of the trunk and into the house. Clint helped me out, setting the right bags on the floor of the rooms. I woke up the other three.
"Rise and shine, sleeping beauties!" I called. That announcement was greeted with obscenities and groans. I led them into the house and pointed out their rooms. They went in and closed the doors.
"Jet lag," I said. "Aren't you tired?"
"A little," Clint admitted, "But bed can wait for a bit. Could I use the jacuzzi?"
"Sure," I replied. I watched Clint walk out to the jacuzzi and take the cover off. The boy stood there a moment, then stripped down naked and got in. God, did he have a great looking body! I came out a moment later.
"How's the water?" I asked, setting a tall plastic tumbler of soda and ice next to Clint.
"Feels real good," he said, watching me strip down. I watched his expression as I got naked, his eyes moving to check out my hardening seven inches.
"You got a nice one," he breathed. I smiled. "I'm sure yours is just as nice." Clint blushed, then stood up. I was right. The boy's six inches was starting to grow and get hard at the attention. I reached out and gently stroked it after getting in. Clint closed his eyes while I stroked it. I dropped to my knees, then slid the hard six inches of Clint Moffat meat into my mouth. The boy's sharp intake of breath told me that he hadn't expected that. I sucked on that sweet hairless six inch tube steak of his. I teased the head with my tongue, causing him to stiffen up and groan. Before I knew what was going on, I was tasting fresh Clint juice. Boy, was that sweet stuff! Clint's eyes were closed, and there was no doubt in my mind the boy had enjoyed what was his first blow job.
"Wow," he whispered a moment later. "That was so awesome, man."
"First one?" I asked.
"No. I've gotten them from my brothers," he shyly admitted.
"Nothing wrong with that," I said.
"That's cool. That doesn't bother you?" Clint asked.
"No, it doesn't. That's your business between you and your brothers. If you guys want to fool around with each other while here, go for it. It's okay by me," I said.
"Thanks for your approval," a boy's voice said. Clint and I turned to see the others standing there. They were grinning at us.
"How long were you guys standing there?" Clint demanded.
"Long enough to see you spazzing out from the blow job," Scott laughed.
"Thought you guys were tired," I said.
"Couldn't sleep," Bob said. "Thought we'd come out and use the jacuzzi."
"Well, get in then!" I exclaimed. The three boys started stripping. I could see similarities between the triplets, while Scott had his own looks. All four were uncut, ranging in lengths from five and a half to seven inches. Scott had a small pubic bush, while the others were big ones.
"I like to keep the hair on mine short," Scott grinned.
"Fine by me. I do that too. Makes it easier to use condoms," I said.
"How's that?" Dave asked, sitting in the water next to me.
"The long hair doesn't get caught in the condom when you are unrolling it, and it fits better," I explained.
"Never thought of that. Besides, we aren't playing around just yet," Dave said.
"Good. You should be careful when you do. Play safe," I urged.
"Right now it's just us that are playing. Nobody's ever been involved up till now," Scott said.
"You're the first man we'll play with," Dave grinned. I laughed. "I'm in trouble all ready."
"Oh, you haven't seen nothing yet!" Bob declared.
"Now I really know I'm in trouble!" I sighed.
We spent an hour in the jacuzzi. By then they were completely relaxed enough to go back to bed. I sat in the kitchen at the table going over the itinerary, planning the routes to drive, and alternate routes to use. I looked up at the clock, and it read 11:00 at night. I decided to call it a night. I peeked in on all four of the Moffats, sleeping in their beds. I wondered what they were dreaming of. I hoped they were good dreams. I got into my own bed and snuggled down. My dreams that night were erotic. I dreamed of having sex with all of them. Next thing I knew, I woke up around eight just as the dreams were getting interesting. I heard a noise from the kitchen, so I reached into the nightstand for my H&K 9mm. I got up and slipped on shorts and went out into the living room to investigate. The noise was coming from the kitchen, so I peeked in there and saw the guys making breakfast. Bob was the first to notice me.
"Morning, David. Sleep well?" he asked.
"Sure did," I replied, walking into the kitchen. "Coffee smells good."
"Thanks. Found the beans and your grinder and made some. Hope you don't mind," Clint said.
"Not at all," I said.
"Cool," Scott nodded. Dave was the first to notice the gun. "Is that yours?"
"Yes it is," I replied, holding it up.
"They allow you to own one here?" Bob asked.
"Sure. Private ownership is allowed," I answered. I put the gun into an empty coffee can and put it up on the shelf. I then poured a cup of coffee and sat down at the table. Sipping the coffee, I watched the four brothers finish cooking, then set everything on the table. It all looked good to me.
"Thanks guys. Smells good," I complemented.
"We take turns cooking at home," Scott explained.
"That's good," I nodded.
"What's on the agenda for today?" Bob asked.
"Glad you asked," I said, reaching for the stack of papers behind me on the shelf. "There's an appearance at a local teen show around eleven this morning, then a talk show at one, an autograph session at a record store at three."
"Got a busy day ahead," Clint commented.
"No shit," Dave said.
"Let's do a few quick laps in the pool for an exercise routine this morning," Scott suggested.
"Good idea. I'll work out on my weights while you guys do that," I said. It wasn't long before they joined me in the weight room, watching me go through my routines. They watched me, and I made a quick mental note to train them some. They were a bit too skinny by my opinion. I like my boys muscular and beefy. Lot more appealing that way. We left the house around ten thirty, wanting to get to the studio a bit early. I watched the Moffats go through their quick sound check, and they sounded better live than on cd. The show was a success, the teen audience very relaxed. The boys spent about 45 minutes signing autographs for the fans, especially the drooling girls. I sighed. Women. They could and do go ga ga over teen celebs. They tend to drive me nuts.
"Glad that's over," Dave sighed as he sat back in the limo.
"No kidding. That one gal was sucking up to me. I felt like throwing up," Scott said.
"Welcome to show biz, kid!" I cracked.
"You can have it, thanks so much!" Scott shot back. We all laughed. I double checked the map, then headed off to the freeway to the next stop. Arriving at the tv studio, I saw the mob of girls holding signs and waving frantically.
"Drooling girl alert!" I called out.
"Call the fire department, call the military, call out the cops!" Clint laughed from the back.
"Stay calm, studio security has cut us a path in, and we'll be safe in the dressing room area," I advised.
"You're the boss," Bob said. We got in the back areas safely, and since we were there an hour and a half early, the studio heads gave the guys the grand tour. They saw everything that was involved in running a studio. We had lunch in the cafeteria, a buffet style lunch having been set up. The talk show host, a lady, joined us at our table and talked to the guys for a bit. Dave was sitting on my left, and he scooted closer to make room for the lady. I felt his hand slowly rub my leg until he located my eight inches. He squeezed that until it got hard. He ran his hand up and down the length of my cock until I couldn't hold it any longer and I exploded. God, that felt so good! I hadn't jacked off in a week or two, so that felt really good to me. I did everything I could to keep a straight face. I excused myself and went into the bathroom.
"Having a little trouble with that?" Bob asked so innocently, having followed me. He went into the toilet stall and I followed him. He sat on the toilet facing me, and proceeded to suck me off super good. I sighed once the shooting stars cleared from my head. Bob could definitely suck cock.
"That was super," I whispered as we kissed, Bob's tongue licking the insides of my cheeks. I could taste my sperm in his mouth. I wondered what the other two could do. I'd find out soon enough.
The rest of the day went smoothly, once I had gotten my rocks off. The guys did a super job on the talk show, and at the record store. The next day, we were to drive to San Luis Obispo for two days for the mid state Fair. The guys were going to do a show there. They were to open up for another rock group. Since I knew how to play guitar, I'd be playing up on stage with them. I already knew the material, having their newest cd and the ones they had put out. They put us up in a real nice hotel, having the top floor to ourselves. The four rooms there were super large. I didn't mind that, it made my job easier to protect them. Dave decided to stay with me that night. Clint stayed with Scott, and Bob felt like being by himself. He said he needed to work out a song or two. I felt like having a shower, so I got into it. Dave joined me a moment later. For a 14 year old, Dave was tall enough to match my height, and wide enough to be considered to be a medium build. The boy's skin was nice and smooth, soft to the touch. I gently caressed him with soap slicked hands, watching him react to the pleasures of being touched. He sighed, returning the touches the best he could. I washed his body clean, even gently pulling his foreskin back and washing that. Dave nearly had his orgasm right then and there.
"Easy, you little stud muffin, not until I've got your hot body next to mine in bed," I whispered.
"Feels so good," he whispered back. I smiled. I knew what he meant. I rinsed him clean and dried him down. I lead him to bed and began pleasuring the boy. He was so easy to please. I touched him in all the right places, and he'd reacted to them all. I licked and sucked on his nipples, getting him even more hot and bothered. I moved my hands around his smooth skin while I brought my mouth down to his quivering, hard cock. The young cock had grown out of the foreskin and gotten hard. I licked at it for a moment, then sucked and licked his balls. Dave moaned and groaned at the pleasure I was giving him. Now I came back to his cock and slowly sank it into my mouth. Dave tensed up and shivered. I worked on that boy's cock for a few minutes, pleasuring him good.
"Please let me....." he groaned.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Please!" he begged. I rolled over onto my back, and watched the sexually excited teen point his wet cock into my rose, then felt it slide in slowly. That felt good. I closed my eyes and moaned softly. Dave took that as an positive sign and started fucking me. He sure knew how to fuck! He'd speedup, then slow down, then speed up again. Dave had his eyes closed, huffing and groaning. Then he started really fucking me, his cock pistoning in and out of me as he strained for his release. His eyes opened suddenly as he gasped, his body shivering as he came inside of me. I could feel the boy ejaculating inside of me, and it felt good. I held the sweaty boy in my arms as he cried. I guess his feelings got too much. He slowly went to sleep.
I woke up at the sound of the phone the next morning. Dave was still asleep next to me. I answered the phone. It was the eight 'o clock wake up call. I eased myself out from under Dave and went to wake up the others. Bob was up already, so I went and woke up Clint and Scott. They looked so cute together. They smiled up at me, Scott grinning at my straining cock. Darn thing had a mind of it's own, I swear. I left the room and went back to mine. Dave was in the shower already, so I joined him. He scrubbed me clean, then I dressed him and myself, and we met the others in the hall. On the way down, Bob told the guys of some changes he'd made last night. I listened to the boys talk music all the way to breakfast. The hotel staff was helpful, getting our food to us quickly. The plan was to cruise around the fair for a few hours, stopping long enough at a booth for a local radio station for a half hour interview, then off to the sound check in the late afternoon. The guys wanted everything to be perfect. The show was perfect. The guys by far were the better performers that night. They even joined the main act to close the show with a Led Zeppelin tune, "Rock and Roll". The fans totally loved it. Back at the hotel, we all collapsed in one of the rooms. I decided that since tonight had gone so well, a special treat was in order. Normally I don't give minors alcohol simply because it's against the law, and it could be addictive later on in life, I decided to make an exception this one time only. I got the champagne and five glasses and came back to the room. We gathered in my suite and toasted to tonight's success.
"Thanks David," Scott said after finishing his glass.
"You're welcome, guys. Just promise me not to make alcohol a habit," I said.
"Done deal," Bob nodded along with the others.
"Okay, showers and bed. Long day tomorrow," I said. The guys groaned as typical teenagers will, then turned and went to their rooms. Bob elected to stay with me tonight, while Dave and Clint would share a bed with each other. Scott was the odd man out, which was fine by him. He wanted to try to write a tune for tomorrow's two shows. Bob followed me into my room, the boy already naked. I liked watching his body move in that nice sexy manner when he walked. His relaxed cock swung back and forth as he walked to the bed after turning out the lights. He slipped into my arms, and we kissed. Bob's lips felt so soft and tasted sweet on mine. I tickled him everywhere, making him hot. He sighed passionately. That was a turn on to me. I pleasured Bob with mouth, tongue, hands, and fingers. He too, was so easy to please. He especially liked the blow job I gave him. Bob wanted to fuck me, so he laid me on my side while he entered me from the front. To feel a boy's cock inside of me was the greatest joy for me. Bob had a unique way of fucking. He started out slow, doing it
in long slow strokes until it got too much for him. He fucked me in short fast strokes, crying out as he came. he shoved his cock deep into me, wanting to get his cum deep inside. I held him in my arms afterwards, stroking his back. He turned to face me, and kissed me while stroking my eight inch manhood.
"Do me, please?" he begged. I folded two pillows and placed him on top of them so his ass was up in the air and his chest was on the bed. I carefully lubricated his young rose, eventually working three fingers up inside of him. His moans of pleasure was a great turn on. my cock twitched at the anticipation of getting into young ass again. I placed the tip of my cock at his entry and pushed in carefully. Bob moaned softly as I entered the boy. I kept going until I got at least six inches of me inside. Oh, was he hot and tight in there! This was going to be fun for the both of us.
"Love you," he whispered. I leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Love you, Bob." I slowly began fucking the boy, pulling my cock out to the head and slowly sinking it back in. Bob sighed, wiggling his ass, as I sank my cock back inside of him. I kept on fucking him slow until the passion had built up considerably. I had to go nuts now.
"Gonna fuck you good," I gasped.
"Do it, do it!" Bob pleaded. I pulled out to the head, then slammed back in hard. Bob squealed in pleasure, urging me on. I started fucking the youngster hard and fast, his cries of pleasure spurring me on. I finally reached my breaking point and shoved in hard one last time, then lay completely on top of him doing tiny fast strokes, coming like I'd never had before.
"I'm coming, Bob! Feel me cum in your tight hot ass you hot young stud!" I panted in his ear. I felt my sperm travel through my cock and into the willing boy. He squeezed my cock with his rectal muscle, milking my cock for all it was worth. I sighed, feeling so good. I didn't pull out after finishing my ejaculation, but pulled him over onto his side after. He sighed once, and went to sleep. I arranged the pillows under his head and mine, pulled the sheets over us, and went to sleep.
I woke the next morning still stuck to him. My cock had gone soft, but was still inside Bob's ass. His breathing was slow and gentle. I moved slightly, and my cock slipped out of his rear. I very carefully separated myself from him and sighed. The loving we did was super fantastic. I kissed him on the forehead and went into the bathroom. I started running hot water into the tub for a bath and a soak. I walked back into the bedroom and saw Bob was awake. He looked up at me and raised his arms up. I picked him up out of bed and carried him into the bathroom. I stood him on his feet while he took care of business, then lifted him into the bath. I slipped in behind him. I let him rest against my chest for a bit while tweaking his little nipples. He was a nifty kid, and I loved him as much as I loved the other boys. I started washing his body, getting him clean. After washing him and me, I got out and got a huge thick towel and spread it on the floor. I laid him out on it, making him comfortable. I proceeded to towel dry him completely, taking the time do each body part. Bob smiled at me as I wrapped a dry towel around him and carried him into the living room. I sat down on a couch and laid him across my lap and held him in my arms like he was a baby again. I rocked him gently, and he sighed. I guess I was satisfying some deep need to be held and cuddled again. We sat there for almost an hour, then he got up.
"Thanks," he said, kissing me on the cheek.
"You're welcome Bob," I replied. "Anytime you feel the need, just say so and I'll do this for you again. I'll keep this between you and me if you wish."
"I appreciate that. I don't think the other guys would understand," Bob said.
"Everyone needs something like that from time to time," I said.
"Well, you seem to understand, David. You treat me like an equal, and not just some little boy. Thanks for being a cool guy," Bob grinned.
"You are welcome. Now we better get dressed, we got a long day ahead of us," I playfully slapped his bare ass grinning. Bob laughed as he went back to the bedroom to dress. I poured a cup of coffee and thought about what had gone down. Bob was a great kid. He was starting to go through his changes, more emotionally than physical. I resolved to stick closer to him, to guide him through things when the time was right. I walked into the room and pulled on my clothes. I walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth, and caught Bob sucking on a baby bottle full of water. Bob saw me looking at him.
"Please don't tell!" he pleaded. I wondered if his moods ran deeper than I realized. "I won't say anything. We can talk later." He sighed with relief, and emptied out the bottle. I took it from him and concealed it in my bag. We walked out just as a knock sounded on the door.
"Hey guys!" Clint smiled as the other three trooped in. "What's up?"
"Not much. Was about come get you three desperadoes," I cracked. They all groaned at the joke. I laughed at their expressions.
"Let's go get breakfast, then plan out the day. Going to be a long one for you guys," I said. I wasn't kidding about it, either. They had two shows, were to spend an hour at a radio station booth signing autographs, and had been asked to judge a kid's contest. We got back to the hotel around 10:30 that night. The guys were totally exhausted. Clint wanted to spend the night with me, Dave and Bob were going to be together, and Scott was the odd man out, which suited him fine. I gave Clint a full body massage, which he appreciated. He went to sleep in my arms immediately. I watched the boy sleep for a time, listened to the soft snores. He really was cute in his own unique way. I closed my eyes finally and slept. I dreamed of the four of them being with me. Something woke me the next morning. Something had a grip on my cock, and it was wet and warm. I looked down to see Clint sucking me off.
"Oh, that feels good, boy. That's so good," I whispered. Clint grinned up at me and continued the deed. His hands and fingers were busy finding my pleasure spots and getting them all. He was sending me to heaven. Then aruptly, his mouth left my cock. I opened my eyes to see him get on top of me and straddle my hips. He raised himself up and took hold of my hard cock and slowly sit down on it, my eight inches slowly beginning to explore the boy's bottom. Clint closed his eyes and sighed as my hard flesh slid up into his rectum. I felt even better, enjoying the feel of a adolescent anus gripping my hard cock. Clint managed to take all of my eight inches up inside of him. He sat still on my hips for a moment or two, giving his tight ass a chance to get used to my cock being inside of him. Then he started bouncing up and down on me, fucking himself with my cock. We both moaned and sighed with the pleasure, feeling it build up in our bodies. It got too much. I pulled out, flipped Clint onto his back, and reentered him. He groaned with etcasy as I began to really fuck him. I came almost immediately, shooting my juice deep inside the boy.
"Oh baby!" I exclaimed, shoving my cock hard and deep into the boy.
"Yes!" Clint cried, cumming at the same time all over himself. I kept fucking him until I had stopped ejaculating. Clint shot the last of his juice onto himself. We collapsed together on the bed and I pulled him in close. I sighed, relaxing. Clint hummed something to himself. I held him close to me for a while, then got up and went into the bathroom to start the shower.
"Thanks," he whispered into my ear a moment later, joining me in the shower.
"Hey, you're welcome. I enjoyed it as much as you did," I said. I started washing him clean. The feel of my soap slicked hands felt great on his body. Clint leaned against me and sighed. I took my time, making sure that all of him was clean. Clint returned the favor. I felt good and clean myself.. After getting dressed, we went next door to Dave's room. They had just gotten up, and Scott walked in behind us.
"Hey guys, what's up?" Scott asked.
"Not much," I replied. "Easy day for us. One appearance in town, then back to the limousine and off to the next stop, Then back to my place for two days and home."
"Sounds like a plan to me," Dave nodded.
"I think so," I nodded. We had breakfast, then headed downstairs to check out. The guys climbed into the limousine and I pulled out. It was a beautiful day out, and the day was going to be a great one. I heard the stereo in back get turned on, and then Metallica was growling from the speakers. I laughed and picked up the song as the guys joined in. Our next stop was Solvang. Solvang is a town modeled after a real Dutch town. It's one of the nicest places to visit. The bakeries there are definitely worth the visit. The guys were scheduled to do a show there. I concentrated on my driving. I heard the occasional giggle from the back, and wondered what the guys were up to. I wasn't sure, but I swore I could hear the sounds of boy/boy sex going on. Horny little studs. When I finally pulled into the hotel, I saw the obligatory crowd of young drooling girls. girls. What is it with them anyway? Why do they gotta drool over cute boys? Who the hell knows?
"Drooling young girl alert!" I yelled.
"Shit! How did they know we're staying here?" Dave yelled.
"Cause someone sold us out, ya jerk!" Scott snapped. I called the front desk on the cell phone. They directed me around the back, where security was waiting. Security let us pass, then closed the line behind us. A tall wood gate closed us in and covered the limousine. We got out and were escorted up the elevator to our rooms. This time, the guys had to double up. I had my own room. We were still safe because the only access to these rooms were the elevator. The three rooms were really apartments. This hotel was one of the most fanciest around. Even I was impressed. The security was top notch.
We got settled in, and security there at the hotel promised they would do what they could to keep the girl problem down. The entire time we were there, we never had a problem . The security delivered on their word. I knew for certain I would use this place again for sure. I liked it myself. We all decided to get some rest and kickback some. Scott followed me into my room, while the other three went into another. Dropping my bags on the floor, I looked around the room. The living room area was nice. The bedroom was just as impressive. But the bathroom was even better. The tub was huge, and it had jacuzzi style jets in it, the shower was separate, just the whole thing was fantastic. I felt at home here already. Scott turned on the water in the tub and ran it until it was hot enough, then filled it. I watched him strip down for the tub. He was cute like his brothers, but since he was older than the three, he had a bit more definition to his body, a bit more growth, and more muscle. I stripped off my clothes, and got into the hot tub with him. Scott snuggled up to me and we both relaxed, enjoying the pleasure of sharing a tub. He eventually rested his head against me. I wrapped my arms around him, holding the nude boy close to me. This was heaven as far as I was concerned. We sat there for an hour, soaking. Then we got out and I dried him off carefully. We got dressed again, then met the other three for dinner. All through dinner, girls kept looking our way. The security wasn't going to allow a free for all to happen, they were very high profile during the dinner. As tired as we were, it was mutually decided to turn in early. Scott stayed with me that night. His lovemaking skills were fantastic, just like his brothers. That boy made me so happy. Scott teased me, his fingers tickling my cock and balls as I tried to get my pants off.
"Easy, Scott!" I said. He just laughed, and tickled me some more. I finally got my pants off, and turned to pay attention to him and his lithe, wonderful body. I reached for a penis shaped vibrating dildo and turned it on. I gently ran it over his body, especially in what I knew would be his sensitive places. Oh, did he get excited. Scott laughed, feeling very good. I grinned, watching him get his pleasure for me. His kin felt so soft to me. I wondered if I was his first man. Scott sighed a moment later. He was still feeling very good about what had happened in his life. He was always close to his brothers, but while he was struggling with his sexuality, he felt lost. It was his father who confirmed himself four Scott had felt betrayed by the divorce of his parents, but now accepted it. He felt like he was the leader, the one in charge of his brothers. So while they adjusted their looks somewhat, they all remained true and devoted to each other. Scott made sure they never forgot who they were and where they came from. When he first started to explore his newly discovered sexuality, he included them in his explorations. At first the brothers had resisted, having been taught in church and school that gay sex was wrong, but soon came around as their bodies gave in to the pleasures to be had. Scott had made sure they got the right information about things. Scott kissed me on the lips, beginning the lovemaking. I responded, gently pressing my lips against his, then allowing his tongue into my mouth. We french kissed for a few minutes, then I got out of his grip and laid him on the bed and got in after him. Scott crawled on top of me and rubbed the front of his body against mine. The stimulation was almost too much. I turned him onto his back and began pleasuring him with lips, tongue, fingers, and hands. The boy got wired up, the passion taking control of his body and senses. He was so eager to please, trying to kiss me and taking my cock in his hand to jack me off. I turned into a 69 to suck his fine cock while he sucked me off. His mouth felt so good on me. Scott brought me to the edge, then backed off. I knew what he wanted, he wanted me inside of him. I carefully lubricated his ass up good, then turned him on his back. He smiled at me as I got down between his legs and put them on my shoulder. I slowly and carefully pushed myself into his ass, my cock slipping up into him. The tight feeling of his ass around my cock nearly made me cum right then. I managed to hold it back, then kept on pushing in until I managed to get all eight inches inside.
"David, this feels so good," Scott moaned softly. "Fuck me, fuck me!" I did. I started out in long, slow strokes, getting the hot teen accustomed to having an adult cock in his ass. Scott closed his eyes and shook his head while my cock plunged in and out of his tight ass. The boy's rectal cave was warm and wet with his juvenile juices. I went as slow as I could, wanting to savor this fuck as long as I could hold out. Finally I couldn't hold out any longer, and really started fucking the boy. Scott writhed and moaned in pleasure.
"David....love you....yes....oh fuck....cum....I'm gonna cum!" he cried out just as I got there.
"Scott, I'm cumming!" I cried, feeling my cum shoot through my cock into his ass, at the same time feeling his sperm shoot out onto my chest. I slammed myself forcefully against the boy's ass, getting as much of my cock inside of him as I could. I collapsed on top of him when I couldn't come anymore. We both snuggled up together and sighed.
"Love you David," Scott whispered.
"Love you Scott," I whispered back. There was no doubt that he was feeling good and happy. The look in his eyes said enough. I kissed him on the forehead as he went to sleep. I stroked his back for some time before carefully slipping out of bed. I went and got a washcloth wet with hot water and wiped him clean. There was very little sign of bruising, so he must be fucking his brothers on a regular basis or being fucked by them on a regular basis. I pulled on a pair of shorts and went to check on the other boys. The three of them were together in one bed, and it was obvious that they had engaged in a threesome themselves. I wondered what a five way would be like with them. Would be fun to find out, I thought. For now, they all looked peaceful and happy, and that's what mattered.
The next morning, we went to the festival that was being held here in the town. The show was a success, the guys having a great time, the girls getting their autographs. The guys looked really worn out when we got back that evening. We had dinner sent up to my room, and we sat around quietly eating. I was making the travel plans to return back to my house for two days of relaxation, then back to LAX for their flight home. I wished they didn't have to leave so soon, but down in my heart, I knew they would be back someday. I tucked them into bed that night, everyone too tired for sexual activity. That was fine by me, I'd had enough to last me a lifetime. I sat on the balcony with a brandy and a cigar, and contemplated where life would take these talented young men. I wished good things for them. They deserved all the good things that life could give them, the right kind of good things. Maybe they each would find a lover, and be happy with the person they've chosen. I hoped so. I had the chance a few times to settle down with one, but it never worked out. Someday I will. Life goes on, and It Is a Good Thing.